#hes been getting more with olo

[gameboy-berry]

Me when I hyperfixate on a character who has little to no focus or screentime whatsoever (the character is Notebook OLO series)

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

So, fun detail I just noticed about Megamind:

Famously, throughout the film Megamind mispronounces certain words, most notably: "hello" ("olo"), "Metro City" ("Metrocity") and "school" ("shool").

Like many fans, I'd attributed this and other oddities— like not knowing what a window is— to his unconventional upbringing and general social isolation. His speech sounds a lot like the way people pronounce words that they've only seen written down, so maybe he just hasn't had enough practice talking to other people out loud.

Lovely theory, very angsty, makes sense that this would be what the film-makers intended.

Except…

You know who doesn't seem to have this problem with pronunciation? And who in fact attempts to correct Megamind's pronunciation of various words more than any other character?

Fucking Minion.

Minion was there for literally every step of Megamind's childhood. They were raised on Earth together and went through seemingly the exact same experiences. Yet somehow Minion came out the other end knowing how to answer the phone and what a window is and why people use codes, while Megamind didn't.

And I am just so fascinated as to why.

Top three theories:

1. Megamind isn't actually mispronouncing words due to lack of practice, but rather for some other reason.

Maybe there's something up with his ability to hear certain sounds, or his alien anatomy makes it harder to pronounce them. Maybe he's neurodivergent (I mean, he definitely is, but maybe that fact is affecting his speech).

2. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but there's something about Minion that makes him need less practice to pick up new languages.

Possibly as part of their protective role, his species has advanced language acquisition programmed in so they can act as translators. Else, while Minion and Megamind landed on Earth together, it's not 100% clear whether they were actually at the same age/developmental stage when that happened. If Minion was an adult (or older child) when he became fluent in English, he might have consciously focused more on accurate pronunciation than Megamind did.

3. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but Minion is getting more practice than him.

This is… honestly the theory with the most evidence behind it. Like, we know that Minion isn't in jail at the start of the film, so he's clearly mot spending the same amount of time in solitary confinement that Megamind is.

He also appears to be in charge of providing Megamind with the resources needed to carry out his plans, which would presumably require him to communicate with scrap merchants, crocodile breeders and Romanian outlet store owners (among others) on the regular.

And like… if he's not getting thrown in jail whenever Megamind does, and Megamind is spending a fair amount of time on the inside, then Minion has to be doing something to pass the time. He's clearly a bit of an extrovert, and seems to take more pleasure in interacting with people than Megamind does.

It seems unlikely that he'd spend all his time sitting in the Evil Lair waiting for Megamind contact him or escape. So what does he do?

I find it both sweet and hilarious to imagine that Minion actually does have his own social circle outside of Megamind.

Minion goes to DnD on the second Tuesday of every month.

Minion gets advice on making costumes for Megamind from his weekly sewing circle.

Minion has been going to university online for the past eight years and is currently working towards his PhD in Marine Biology.

Minion is a semi-regular at Metrocity Night Clubs.

Minion does volunteer work sometimes with kids at the Metrocity hospital.

Megamind has barely any idea about any of this. Like, he knows Minion goes places at various times.

He knows that when he's rampaging through the streets Minion will sometimes stop to wave hello to various people that Megamind has never met. He's seen the half-orc paladin costume that Minion made for DnD.

But he's never really asked about it, and Minion has never seen the need to tell him. So long as Minion's happy, Megamind's happy, and so long as Megamind's happy, Minion is happy.

Meanwhile Roxanna, post-movie, has to grapple with the fact that sometimes she'll go to visit her boyfriend only for him to ask if they can go out for dinner instead because Minion's book club is meeting in the Evil Lair, and he's been gently encouraged not to come back after what he said to Helen about her (wrong) opinions on To Kill A Mockingbird.

[cilil]

✧˖ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 °.

Are you looking to name a Maia or Vala OC or to write about an Ainu character, but aren't sure how to name them/refer to them? You've come to the right place! Here's a fun little breakdown of Ainur names (there's also a tldr at the bottom for quick answers). Hope it helps!

Level 1: What others call them (near, far, wherever they are)

Much like other characters in the legendarium, Ainur have different names in different languages and their identities may be seen differently depending on which culture they're currently interacting with.

One great example for this is Gandalf. His original name in Valinor was Olórin (related to "olos"/"olor" which means dream or vision), while the name Gandalf came from old northern Mannish and means "Wand-Elf". To the Dwarves, he was known as Tharkûn, which is Khuzdul for "Staff-man", and his Sindarin name was Mithrandir, which means "grey wanderer". These are just a few examples of his various names and nicknames, but you get the idea.

If you have other characters referring to the Ainu in question, consider which language(s) they would speak and see if a name has already been given to that Ainu in the specific language. Otherwise you can translate one of their existing names or give them a new one based on how you think the culture/group of people whose perspective you're currently writing would view the Ainu. An example to illustrate the latter: On Númenor Mairon was referred to as Zigûr, which means "wizard" in Adûnaic - fitting for a sorcerer.

As for the Ainu(r) character(s) you're writing, consider that they may also need different names in different languages depending on who they interact with. Ainur are omnilingual and will typically introduce themselves according to the language others around them speak. Depending on how open they want to be with their identity, they may simply give a slightly altered version of their name that reflects the other language (for example the Adûnaic version of Melkor is Mulkhêr), translate their name, make up a new one or accept one that was given to them. However, the name they identify with and use in their inner monologue may be a different one*... and this is where we move to the next level.

[*Important side note regarding this: While Morgoth and Sauron are commonly used names for Melkor and Mairon, these names were given to them by other people and are intended to be derogatory, so even though it's not always explicit in the text, we can safely assume that they do not self-identify as such and stick to their more "flattering" original names.]

Level 2: Quenya

When Ainur are introduced in canon, a Quenya name is usually given as their "real" name. Again, Olórin is an example (one among many) for this.

Having a Quenya name is pretty essential for every Ainu who lives in/has ties to Valinor and can be important for the ones in Middle-earth too, depending on the time period and how they self-identify. Be sure to look up the Quenya names of existing Ainur characters and have a Quenya name ready for your OCs, unless they were never in Valinor and explicitly cut themselves off from their kin and culture. Gothmog might be an example for this, being an Ainu who is pretty much exclusively referred to with a Sindarin name and seems to at least not object to the usage of his "evil Balrog name"/isn't mentioned to identify with a different name instead. However, even in such a case consider that other Ainur might still remember the character in question by their Quenya name and continue to use it.

Level 3: Valarin

As you probably know already, Valarin is the language of the Ainur that they created when they began taking physical forms. While they still use it among themselves and some Valarin words were adopted into Quenya, the alien and at times unpleasant sound of Valarin prompted them to learn Quenya instead to converse with Elves.

Would the Valarin name be a more "accurate" name of an Ainu, given how it was their first language and they only later translated their names? You could say that, and some authors have chosen to use Valarin names for that reason.

However, the main issue with Valarin is that so little is known about it and it can be intimidating and/or infuriating to even try using it aside from the few known Valarin names, which are:

Aȝūlēz (Aulë) Arōmēz (Oromë) Mānawenūz (Manwë) Oš(o)šai (Ossë) Tulukhastāz (Tulkas) Ullubōz (Ulmo)

Alright, don't panic. Valarin is, at least in my humble opinion, not a must. The texts themselves use Quenya, the Quenya names are a translation of the Valarin names and the Ainur in general are known to self-identify by their Quenyan names a lot, for example Mairon liked calling himself "Tar-Mairon".

If this however isn't satisfying to you and you would still prefer to have Valarin names ready for the Ainur you're writing, but can't make much of what little is known (less than 20 words and names respectively), you can still "make up" your own Valarin rendition of the Quenyan names. Here's how:

If you look at the ones I listed above, you may have already noticed that there are strong similarities between the names. Manwë, for example, comes from the Quenyan root "man" with the ending "wë", and you can see these elements being present in his Valarin name as well. So I'd suggest you take the Quenyan root and simply... make up a name that sounds like it could be proper Valarin (yup, we cheese it). To give you an example I've seen floating around in fanon: Melkor's name comes from the Common Eldarin (common ancestor of all Elven languages) "melek"/"mbelek", which means powerful (root "bel"/"mbel"), and Valarin names people use for him are usually some variant of "(M)Belekorōz".

Level 4: "True Names"?

But wait, some of you may say, didn't you say that the Ainur only invented Valarin when they took physical forms? Yup, I sure did. The Ainur in fact existed before language was even a thing - as spirit beings who communicate telepathically (via good old ósanwë) by nature they don't need it among themselves.

And this why I think not even the Valarin names are technically the "true names" of the Ainur and that they in fact don't have a "one true name". Given how the use of ósanwë, especially in an environment like the Timeless Halls where no physical barriers exist, allows them to pretty much project their entire identity, emotional state and being to one another, there should have been no need for names. Rather, they would have "titles" or "descriptors", a sort of summary of who their identity and function. You can arguably see that in Melkor's name still: "He who arises in might".

Now, again, what I'm saying in the paragraph above isn't explicitly spelled out in canon, but rather the conclusion I've come to after researching and thinking about it. I would also advise against giving various Ainur half a sentence as their original "name" for your Timeless Halls fics - I thought about it, but realized it would be both obnoxious to write and unpleasant to read.

[TLDR] To conclude, my advice is this: Quenya as the original/default name is completely fine, you can create a Valarin version if you want to and otherwise you may need additional names in other languages depending on the setting and situation, as outlined in level 1.

With that being said: Happy writing and character creating!

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 405: Babysitting, Prologue

Just like she’d left his life before he could walk, she was gone from the house while he slept. Still, though, she filled his dreams. They were frequent, these dreams, and in recent days nearly always about her.…

He stirred from sleep when he heard the door open and shut, downstairs. He’d been having a dream about Melissa, They were in the office, but there were two of her. Melissa as she was now and…another Melissa. She was bigger.

Had he heard girls talking? About him?

Now there are hundreds of them…

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Credit to Olo for the base images

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[quaritchsbunny]

Jake Sully as a Yandere (hc)

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings/Tags: stalking, obsessive behavior, f!omaticayan reader x olo’ekytan jake, suggestive, yandere behavior, minor power abuse from Jake, slight manipulation, kinda bimbo!reader

A/N: AHHH my first fic/hc ever hope this can be enjoyed by someone, anyone! Leave any comments and requests!

- Extremity Scale : 2/5

- Type of yandere: Impulsive, overprotective, slightly delusional

- He’s been a marine all his human years, trained for self control, cold battlefields, the adrenaline filled tussles for life.

- Even though he’s no longer constantly waking up before the sun rises to serve the country, even though he’s an avatar with a new life, new rules, new responsibility as the olo’ekytan and a new sense of independence with his new legs and much taller frame…

- His heart still craves rushes, highs where he feels the air around him contract and his fingers go numb with fight or flight instincts and his brain go haywire, overwhelmed with emotion in the new world he’s been presented

- But this time, it’s a different kind of adrenaline

- It’s the kind of adrenaline he gets from seeing you.

- At first, it was innocent, you just stood out to him in the clan, your beauty was unmatched and his newly functional blue legs almost trembled when he first saw you.

- At first, it was just a bit of an energy boost, convincing himself it would lift his spirits after a long day, it was enough to see just a glimpse of your swinging tail, and he’d fall asleep happy, his adrenaline cravingss fulfilled for the day

- But gradually, his cravings for you had become more and more frequent. Until it grew into a completely different feeling. Blurring the lines between obsession and addiction as it grew into his own muddled sense of love

- An emotion he had been taught to eliminate to focus on his tasks as a marine, but now? All thoughts are thrown out the window. He immediately pursues you. Although its in his very special, observant way

- It’s not that you guys never talked to each other, or that Jake was shy (it was actually quite the opposite, as jake never had much chances to make a move because you always swilveled your head the other way when the muscular avatar and toruk makto seemed to come your way) but either way, Jake was more of an watcher, much like how he took just the split second to analyze his opponent’s weaknesses before striking on the battle field

- This observance, wether it was rooted out of trying to know you more, or because he was addicted his bioluminscent spots suddenly felt like radar guns around you, glowing so bright among the stripes of his skin, soon became his way to love you.

- Whether it’s seeing you at the clan dinner, blue skin illuminated by the campfire the Omaticaya huddled around as they ate the fresh hunts, clad next to your friends that sat so close to you while he sat far away, opposite from you in his position as olo’ ekytan, he doesn’t care about the hunt, dinner, or all the chatter going on, the rumbling in his stomach is silence compared to the thumping in his heart and the red in his eyes when he sees your friend offer you fresh fruit.

- It should be him.

- Or maybe the way he oh so accidentally just stumbles upon you every time you take a bath in one of Pandora’s many bioluminiscent rivers, your unknowing form resting beautifully in the clear flow of the water, droplets clinging to your neck as his own drool drips down his.

- He didnt have a second thought before the strewn strings of his loincloth fell to the lush forest floor as well, eyes furrowing in pleasure as he watched you wash yourself, though his pants and touches were not for the purpose of washing his body as he bit intently on his bottom lip, expert at holding back noise from the battle training he had undergone as a human

- And maybe it’s the way you seem to quietly flow throughout the clan, silently helping others with your skill, or the quiet rhythms of your breathing as you insert beads on young children’s hair. Delicate fingers deftly swirling through the scalp and embedding the handmade beads you carved and collected into every adolescent’s head

- Oh he would’ve done absolutely anything, so many times he wanted to push those undeserving children aside and pry his head into your hands, wanting your delicate touch.

- One fateful morning when he sees that you’re not as tall as many males of the tribe and watches with haltered breath as you tiptoe on a weak bark you’ve climbed up, trying so hard to reach a fruit you’ve been searching for all day along, your calves sour as you huff out, arms nowhere near the plump purple fruit that seemed to taunt you on the tree. (alone? You had thought so, Jake has watched you and trained himself to be quiet for so long now that he has memorized exactly how to follow you)

- It’s at this moment that the muddled ideas of love in his head click into a full picture, he justifies it, how much you need him, a strong mate that can protect you from the many risks you face all day in the forests, being particularly domestic and caring.

- His agile legs take one step after another, the moist morning soil crunching as he approaches you. He thanks eywa for this moment, as if the great mother herself was the one who had put you in such a perfect situation to fall into his arms. She needs me! She’s so helpless, that branch can cut her toe, what if the fruit falls on her, what if a beast was here, oh this is the perfect moment! She needs me!

- You stumble as you hear him approach, losing balance on the flimsy branch you had tiptoed on as your head whips back to see who was there.

- And like the most perfect scene in a human movie, he pulls you into his arms just before your ankle twists out of unbalance and pressure on the branch, and you almost forget where you are as his much more muscular avatar arms embrace you, warm like the sun that shines on the forest ground as his earthy scent embraces you.

- The moment you fall into his arms, everything clicks for jake. Whatever yandere tendencies had been stirring below him now immediately turned full notch as he pulled you away from the tree, your perfect form swallowed in his thick arms. This was perfect, I need her, she needs me

- “Oh sweet, what were you doin hm? Up so high on the branch, what if I wasnt coincidentally strollin here and couldn’t have caught you, hm?”

- You gulp, nervously as his bright dark pupils pierce into you, so dilated the ring of yellow was thinner than a glade of grass as his eyes swallowed you

- You say thanks shyly as he puts you down, getting ready to head off back to the village, embarrassed that of all people, the mighty new unmated toruk makto and olo’ ekytan had seen your scrawny clumsy form try to reach a fruit because you were stubborn and craved it more than what the clan currently had to offer, your embarrassment crawling through. The violet fruit hanging high on the tree seems unimportant compared to the undeniably attractive man towering over you, expectant. 

- “Where ya going? Don’t you want those fruits?” he chuckles, his canines showing as his tail swishes playfully, tilting his head back to the tree

- You swallow thickly and shake your head, the heat rising like bricks of coal in your face as you told him you were fine without the fruit

- Jake laughs, the sound melodic in the air as he effortlessly glides up, not even using the branch as he reaches and pulls down a basket full of the fruits, loading them in your hand woven one, each growing as heavy as his heartbeats around you until it was filled to the brim

- “Now you can hurry home, and I’m escorting you, don’t want you stepping on any flimsy branches again” Jake says smoothly, winking as he takes the heavy basket from you without a word and begins to walk with you back to the village

- In your own flusteredness (and slight gidiness) you dont hear how loud his heart is pounding next to you, how his long legs slow down to match your pace, the very bad guise of him walking you home on one of the safest paths that many dangerous beasts abandoned long ago with absolutely no threats in the daytime, or his fingers nervously fumbling with the edge of your basket, his tail swishing at the speed of light as it drew little infinity signs behind you

- Even when you two make it back to the village, he insists on personally carrying the basket back to your hut to make sure nothing happens (which he pretended skillfully not to know the way to, as if he hadn’t watched you sleep every other night) and you shyly lead the way, as your friends see you and hoot teasingly when they sighted you with the infamous new chief of the clan. 

- He sets the fruits on your table gracefully and says bye as he swings out of the hut, his heart pounding

- Later when you pick one of the many perfectly ripe fruits he had picked, you find a stripe of paper, crumbled and stained with sweat with Jake’s sloppy navi writing

“Ikran riding tomorrow before the eclipse?”

- You giggled playfully as you held the paper close to your chest, unaware that Jake himself was also smiling happily at your reaction from his crouched position just behind your hut, ears pressed to the woven walls.

- It’s not that you could’ve really said no, he knew your schedule was free tomorrow and your friends and any parents who wanted their child’s hair beaded had been so politely asked by the chief of the clan to avoid you all day, so what else could you have done but tell him yes at the clan dinner?

- From then on, it was only natural that you guys became mates, Jake began to escort you everywhere under the excuse of your clumsiness, paranoid as if you were the most fragile navi to exist, until he eventually convinced you that you didn’t need to go out so much, that he could direct others in the tribe to hunt and collect whatever fruit you desired

- This form of protectiveness carried over to whenever your friends asked you to go out at night, as he soon began to sleep early with you in the guise of health to eliminate any inconvenient and “dangerous” outings he couldn’t possibly let happen to his darling

-and the same attitude carried to(god forbid) any males asked you to talk alone.

- His dominating frame slid right in front of yours, chest presented proudly “if it’s that important, let the olo’ekytan know, im sure i can solve any problem you’ve got” he says, the venom behind his words hidden behind the sweet puppy smile he reserved for you

- He smiled happily as he pulled you close in front of the clan, fingers interlacing as he hand fed you the freshest fruits at dinner, body relaxing as he watched you braid the finest of your beads into his hair, bathing with you in the rivers as he called your name for everyone to hear in your throes of passion.

- Who knew that waking up early to harvest all the short fruit trees until they were bare of any fruit within the mile radius of the village that fateful day could’ve led to such a perfect romance?

[r0-boat]

Can I please request sfw slice of life headcannons for reader and Volo? (Ps. I hope you had a great Easter!)

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good *looks at calendar* April 27th

Volo x gn!reader slice of life hcs

Sfw cut for length

Cw: slight Angst with a happy ending.

Scars heal, although some take longer than others... after years, you finally begin to accept that you may not be able to go home ... however, slowly but surely, you begin to cultivate your new life in the strange lands of Hisui. Still hurt knowing that you could never go back home, but you knew there was your second home.

The village was remorseful of how they treated you, offering to all help and build you an actual home. You now live in a small humble Cottage a little ways outside the village you could still get there easily on your Pokémon's back. While the boarding that Cyllene gave you was nice you wanted something else...

Sometimes you wonder how he is doing. After he disappeared, he left your heart better and broken. Making you question if the time he spent with you was real... if all the things he did to you and said to you were honest and not just to lull you into a false sense of security... you knew the village would never accept him back, but you also knew how painful he was. You saw in his eyes when he threw out his Pokeball; underneath that mad smile was a scared, confused man, who had no one in his life other than a dream. Volo claimed he hated you, but was it true?

As your Pokemon snooze is away while you brush its fur you hear a knock at the door... you weren't really expecting anyone today you opened your door expecting to greet Lavington, Cyllene... your eyes widen seeing a blonde-haired man standing in your doorway. His standing failed looked like the days alone in the wilderness had not been treating him well recently, and his face filled with regrets and sadness. "V-olo?" His name Falls from your lips.

After years of searching for Arceus, he knew he finally had everything.... his life dedicated to one God sacrificing everything he had and everything he built. To him, it was worth it... until he found you, he first saw you as your stepping stone, a simple obstacle in the way of his true dreams... But after he spends more time with you, something that he has never felt before begins to stir inside of him... it scared him... he tried to push it back as much as he could, thinking that nothing would matter once he finally reached his goal.

After Spear Pillar, he couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, he fled...

He has been better in recent days, choosing to live with you instead of chasing a dream till it drives him to Madness. You made him realize that he deserved a normal life that he earned his own path.

He reassures you that the feelings he has for you is genuine that he was an idiot for leaving you on Spear Pillar, Volo expected you to hate him... But you didnt?

The two of you now live in the cottage together every morning when the weather was nice volo goes outside in the garden and either relax or studies some old historical texts (still a history nerd)—occasionally going out on his own Adventures to look for more ancient ruins. Your Pokemon who once stood as great enemies now frolic and play as friends.

Volo's heart melts when he wakes up to the smell of your cooking no, he does not miss being a gingo guild member and finding what he can eat. He claims your homemade potato mochi is far better than the ones they serve in the village.

Volo does claim that he never once cared for that Village since how they treated him and you, but Volo did regret his actions and what he did even if the village would never accept him even if the gamegoeso Guild would never accept him, he still wanted to grow as a person and have everyone remember him as what he is now.

Volo has learned how to cook when he was just a traveling Merchant. He would only eat the wild berries he would find and had no time to cook..., but with you on his mind, he wants to make you smile with something he pours as hard into.

Sometimes you still have nightmares of The Village casting you out alone and cold as Giratina staring down at you. you wake up in a cold sweat, ready to cry, only to be held by Volo. I am making you remember that you are safe now and you are not alone.

Volo also still has nightmares of Giratina swallowing him down to this Distortion world where he belongs or Arceus standing before him to judge him on his sins of Pride and envy, greed, gluttony, and Wrath... but he feels at ease when he holds you close

Volo once asked you what was life like in your old time... you told him everything he seemed a little lost on the topics of technology and buildings however he seemed more intrigued when you told him about the many different kinds of Pokemon and places that you've seen... there is a bigger world out there.

Maybe one day the two of you should leave Hisui and travel the world just like in your stories...

No more worries no more expectation just you and him and the wild Untamed Wilderness and the Pokemon within them.

[mafiaamongstus]

Hi Kyle!!! 👋👋👋

First off: Thank you so much for the squig drawing, it's beautiful. Jitil's photo may have been more """educational""", but yours has personality and love in it. If the military thing doesn't end up working out I can definitely see a future for you in the arts.

Alright, so the question that I actually came here to ask:

When you first started out on Polus were there any zany/funny/juicy rumors people told you about the folks higher up in the command chain? And if you have the liberty to tell us... Did any of them actually turn out to be true?

Private Kyle: I mean, I wouldn't want to go around spreading rumors about my coworkers, especially when they could end up going to just about anyone out there. I respect them far too much for that.

General Joris: What he means to say is that he's afraid of it getting back to the Commander that he was spreading rumors to the public.

Private Kyle: Tomato Tomahto

....

While Kyle can't tell you about any of the rumors, I certainly can out of character :D

Supposedly, Commander Olo once stood outside the base in the middle of a hailstorm for six hours because there was a rumor that the Imposters were about to attack.

They say that Chief Rouvan once killed a man. Not because he was rumored to be an Imposter, but because he'd told the Chief that he knew better than them. Those Snowmen littered around the base? they say his body was stuffed into one of those.

There's this big conspiracy that Commander Olo got replaced by a rogue imposter years ago, and is actually the only reason the war is even happening. People that believe this aren't very well liked, as you might imagine.

[picathartidae]

okay so i have to ask about The Favored Ones (because unfortunately at first i misread it as The Flavored Ones and um now i can't not think about that 😅)

Alright, more of my unhinged homebrew setting D&D stories! This will probably also be an overly long and meandering answer.

The Flavoured Ones sounds very fun, but sadly this story is full of angst and trauma and sadness, because it revolves around an evil cult (as a lot of D&D campaigns seem to).

Said cult is called "Auvrael Olo" in-universe, which roughly translates to "favoured ones" in the yuan-ti language, and this is yuan-ti cult. I have massively rewritten the yuan-ti into a subrace/ethnicity of humans, rather than their own thing, because ideas were had and I had spiralled out of control by this point. And thus, the title.

It actually started life as a fanfic for AC Odyssey, which is kind of embarrassing, but it's been slowly developing into its own thing, and now works better in my setting than it does in Assassin's Creed. If you're familiar with that game, then I'll explain it by saying it's basically about the character of Deimos (Alexios) trying to find himself after a good ending situation, and readjust to life after being raised as the Chosen One of a cult before getting dragged out of it kicking and screaming.

In my setting, gods can only directly interact with the Material Plane if they take on mortal form (this is a recurring motif with me). The gods of the yuan-ti (my versions of Mystra and Cyric, they're very different here than in the Forgotten Realms, basically only have the name in common) do this, by incarnating into human form every generation -- these mortal incarnations are called the Shahmaran (in the case of Mystra) and the Nehushtan (in the case of Cyric).

The protagonist, a guy called Alexander Fiennes (nicknamed Sasko), is the Nehushtan, and he's essentially trying to find himself and work out how to be a normal fucking person while also reconciling with his trauma and the inescapable conclusion that he is literally a god in mortal form. And he struggles with morality because Cyric is generally considered an "evil" god.

Consequently, he's a target of various different groups of people for various different reasons, and his efforts to have a normal life with his wife and son are constantly derailed in spectacular fashion.

In terms of a snippet, I have this dialogue he has with his wife (not long after they first met, before they got married)

“You got out. You realised the truth, and you got out. That’s what matters.” He laughed bitterly and turned away, unable to stand even looking at her as the shame rose. “Not without a lot of help.” There was silence for a moment. Then two. And then; “From what you’ve told me, you were in deep," Aminah insisted softly, reaching out and placing her hand over his. "Deeper than most can hope to come back from. Anyone would have needed help, in your position. It’s not something to be ashamed of.” A shiver ran up Sasko's spine at her touch, though he could never quite bring himself to pull away. “You don’t understand," he insisted. "Auvrael Olo, they- they were everything to me. When they told me what I was and what I had to be, I believed them. I bought the whole story. They didn’t turn me into a monster so much as I let them.” “Alexander.” He didn't look at her. He couldn't. “Alexander," she called again, squeezing his hand as he finally brought himself to meet her gaze. "Listen to me very carefully. You. Were. A. Child. You were a child, and they were all you knew. What happened was done to you. You didn’t let them do anything.” He wasn't entirely sure he deserved that. Not after everything. But it must have shown in his face then, because Aminah's brow furrowed, and she seemed to grow all the more determined to make him understand. “The first thing you did once your decisions were your own to make was try to help people," she reminded him, her voice ever so soft and her tone ever so gentle. "I think that says far more about you than anything you did while under a cult’s control.”

I even made Sasko as one of my Dark Urges in BG3 (former insane cultist connected to an evil god, so he fit the vibe), as well, so I even have screenshots for you! (I also made his wife, and had him be her dream visitor, because of course I did)

[starjane312]

Spider x Oc

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Chapter 8

Ly: Okay let's go. We’re Oscar Mike. Come on.

We still stand on the Edge.

Ly: Come on, let's go.

Just then we hear the Ikran and Quarritch is cheering. The others start too.

I watch anxiously as Mom gets hers. She is good but it still makes me Nervous. I smile as she appears out of the Clouds. I look at spider.

J: Is it bad that I’m happy and Proud ?

S: No.

He lays his arm around my Waist

S: You two got closer. You may not want to admit it but she is in a way your mother.

J: I know she is. 

A few weeks later we are Flying over the Mountains. Me and Mom got closer. A Lot closer. I even call her Mom at this Point. I sit in front of her on her Ikran. Moon flying next to us.

Z: She won’t leave huh ?

J: No. What did you name your Ikran ?

Z: Uuuh Star.

I smile. And nod. 

J: Star.

Z: Zar ?

I laugh and shake my Head. 

J: No Star.

Z: Star. 

J: Yes.

Ly: Boss long-range Patrol picked up a radar hit. A rogue gunship.

Q: Where ?

Ly: Eastern Sea. Four hundred klicks north. 

Q: Hang on.

Mom flys behind Quarritch back to the Base. We go into the control room and look at a Hologram. Spiders hand never leaves mine. 

Q: The signal was intermittent and they lost it over open water but if you project the Track it hits this Island group. 

GA: That’s hundreds of Islands. ThatS’ a Big search Box with lots of Villages.

Q: This is our Guy. You give me ships and Aircrafts. I’ll bring you back his scalp. 

We get on a Water air-ship thingy. We get off the Ikran and I sit on the Roof. 

Q: You scoresby ?

Sc: Uh-Huh. Are you the Asshole who’s commandeering my Ship ?

Q: That would be me. 

We go inside. I stay close to Mom. She lays her hand on my shoulder.

Z: What's wrong ?

J: I have a bad feeling about this guy.

She pats my Shoulder. 

Q: The target’s pretty much this whole island group. 

Sc: Never been up there. 

Spider stands next to me

Sc: You know those waters doc. What kinda indigenous we got ?

?: Uh Metkayina mostly. Some Ta’unui. Maybe fifty villages. 

Q: Uh and you are who ?

?: Oh. I’m Ian Garvin. Marine Biologist. 

He lifts his hand to shake Quaritches, but he ignores him.

Q: Fifty Villages. A hundred Villages. I don’t care. We’ll search ‘em all. 

Sc: I hunt Tulkun. That’s what I’m rigged for. That’s all my Guys do. I got Quotas to meet.

Q: I’ll be nice, once. Then I won’t.

Sc: Well if you can’t get out of it. Get into it. Bring her Up !

They start the Boat thing and fly it. A few hours later we arrive at an Island group. They start searching everywhere and destroy a lot of things. They force the Clan on their knees. They use electricity to shock them. 

Q: This man. We know he is in these Islands. Here ? This Village ?

Olo: We are a totally separate clan. This man in the reflection is from the Forest.

Quaritch looks at us. 

Q: Now what’s he saying ?

S: They never saw him. 

J: These are sea people. Forest People don’t come here. 

Q: I ain’t buyin’ that. 

He tries to talk to them. The Olo’eyktan looks at me and Spider 

Olo: He needs to leave here and go to the forest to find this man.

Quarritch looks at us.

S: They don’t know anything. 

Q: Shoot that Animal.

One of the Soldiers shoots the Animal in the water.

J: NO !

S: What the Hell are you doing ?!

The Metkayna start to scream. Tears start running down my Face.

Q: Hey your ears workin’ now ?

Olo: Be Calm.

Q You see what these can do, huh ? 

Quarritch lifts the picture again.

Q: Jake Sully. Toruk Makto 

Ts: He told you he doesn’t know.

Q: Put her down !

Ly: Get Down !

They push the Tshaìk to the ground. And hold the gun on her Head.

J: No ! Stop this. Please. 

More tears stream down my Face

Q: You make it real clear to him. He doesn’t give up Sully, We kill the Tsahìk.

S: No we’re not doin’ that. 

Q: Is that Right ?

S: We’re not gonna be part of this ! 

J: These People don’t know anything ! They don’t know anything !

Ly: We’re really gonna waste her ?

J: Please ! Please don’t do this. This is wrong. 

S: What you’re doing here is wrong. Please. 

Quarritch looks at Spider.

[cryunderthewillowtree]

Coral Streaks – Chapter 2

Synopsis – In which she loves him, but he's utterly, painfully clueless. Awra always believed love should be easy – a beautiful gift from Eywa herself. But when she falls for the oldest Sully, it's a love filled with trial. A tale of coming apart and finding your way back.

Related Warnings: Eventual Smut (Aged Up Characters), Language, Descriptions of assault, Harassment

Characters – Neteyam x Fem Metkayina!reader

Related Tags: Major Angst, Slow-Burn, Friends-To-Lovers, Heartache, Tension, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Posting this from my Ao3 account, please feel free to head over there to read this story as well! I realised only after being 14 chapters in that I spelt Omatikaya wrong this entire time – my apologies in advance. But please enjoy this story nonetheless!

[Do not interact with this story if you are underage.]

Awra keeps to herself for the next few days, busying her day with picking medicinal herbs in the nearby sea pools and weaving baskets to prepare for the hunting party. She hadn’t been speaking with her mother either – their last conversation sat heavy in her gut and reminded her that she was only here for one reason. And that reason was to fulfill her duty to the Metkayina people. It didn’t matter how she felt or what she wanted. What mattered was that she chose a warrior to become Olo‘ eyktan, and became his Tsahik. Her mother had made that much clear.

It would have been easy avoiding the forest Na’vi, if not for the fact that her father had assigned both herself and her younger sister Tsireya to look after the Ometicayans during their stay. It was near impossible to be around Neteyam without a sickly feeling of longing, or dread that her mother would be nearby, watching her. He had picked up on her distance, and sent questioning gazes her way; which she tried to ignore. Even as his siblings thundered down the shoreline, he had lingered behind. Awra knew he was waiting – waiting for her to break the silence, to acknowledge him; to say something. Instead, Awra turned away, picking up her weaving materials and walking upshore to her favourite weaving spot. She could feel him boring holes into her spine, but pursed her lips and did nothing. 

Keep walking, she told herself. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around, Awra.

Eventually, she heard the soft crunch of footsteps in sand, indicating that the Ometicayan had walked away. She swallowed hard. She couldn’t silence the nagging voice in her head telling her to go to him; that she was hurting him by ignoring his presence. I’m sorry, Neteyam.

As she wove in silence, Awra couldn’t resist sneaking a few glances at Neteyam riding his ilu with his siblings in the water. She wanted nothing more than to join them in the water, but decided against it.

He’s going to resent me for ignoring him, she thought. I feel awful. Notch in, notch out, then under. She wove the pieces of seagrass in and under delicately, forming the securing notches by the base of the basket. I’m doing the right thing. I’m doing the right thing. I’m doing the right –

“Awra.” 

Awra startles, looking up to meet stern amber eyes. Neteyam is standing, dripping wet, in the sand in front of her, a perplexed expression on his face. Awra stares back, feeling herself get nervous as folds his arms over his chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He says simply, cocking his head. Awra chews on her lip, putting down her basket. “Not speaking with me, when you speak with others. And when you speak of me, you do so in such a cold way. What is wrong, Awra?”

“Nothing–”

“I said, what is wrong.” He interrupts. Awra feels uneasy, his hard glare is fixed on her face as he demands answers. “Awra–”

“I said nothing is wrong.” She bites back, baring her teeth. She stands up, head barely reaching his shoulders. He raises his eyebrows. “Stop questioning me. You’re not my father, Neteyam.” She surprises herself at the amount of venom she’d channeled in his name, taking a step backward. 

A moment passes in tense silence. “Leave me be. I need to finish my weaving before the hunting party leaves tonight.”

He scoffs softly, looking at her half-woven basket incredulously. Awra frowns at that, already ready to counter his nonchanlance with something spiteful. “Seriously?”

Awra bites her tongue. I’m not going to say anything that I will regret, she tells herself. If I continue weaving, he’ll take the hint and leave me be. Taking a deep breath, she picks up her basket again, and continues weaving as Neteyam stares her down.

For a few beats, nothing happens. She can see the Ometicayan boy standing in front of her, but he doesn’t seem upset; just confused. He’s simply watching her weave, hands hanging limply at his sides. He’s still soaked, water dripping down his braids onto his chest and shoulders. She knows it must look ridiculous – a Metkayina girl weaving, while an Ometicayan stands in front of her silently, dripping wet. 

Anytime now, she reassures herself. She feels her heart twinge when he turns away from her, seemingly about to walk away. But instead, he clicks his tongue and drops into a crouch in front of her. He’s at eye level now, and Awra stops weaving when she catches the look on his face. 

The Ometicayan boy looks like he’s pleading, begging her to tell him what’s wrong. He almost looks like a kicked puppy, she notes. His large, round eyes are desperate, searching her face for answers. “Awra, please.” His ears turn down as he says so, flattening against his head. 

She feels her heart flip at the way he says her name – all pretty and delicate like sea moss. “Awra, please tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something to upset you? Eywa, just tell me what I did, I’ll fix it.” He pleads with her, snatching the basket out of her hands and tossing it aside.

“Hey–”

He grabs both her hands in his, palms large and warm. They engulf her hands completely, long fingers curled around her wrists. Awra feels her breath hitch at the unexpected contact, eyes darting between their clasped hands and his face. 

“Awra. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it for you, whatever it is.” Neteyam says again, desperation bleeding into his voice. Awra swallows, heart beating as she can feel every callous in his palm where they rest against hers. He’s got pretty hands, all long and slim, she thinks. He’s rubbing over her knuckles in a way that’s supposed to soothe her, but instead she feels her heart soar with panic at the contact.

She pulls herself out of his grasp, seeing his face fall. “Awra–”

“Sorry Neteyam, sorry.” She grabs her basket hastily, the carefully woven notches unravelling in her panic. “I have to go. Sorry.”

“Awra, wait! Please–” Neteyam grabs her arm, knocking her off balance and she drops her basket and weaving materials in the sand. In a panic, she yanks her arm out of his grip. Her mother could be watching.

“Let go! I’ve gotta go, please just, let me be Neteyam. Please.” He looks devastated at her words, eyes glassy and wide. “I’m sorry.” 

His hand falls to his side, and she takes off towards her marui without a second thought. She can still see his broken expression in her mind, clear as day. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She hates the fact that she enjoyed that little physical contact they shared – even if it was just for a few seconds. 

That night, she tried to commit to memory the way his hands had felt wrapped around hers. How his palms so easily dwarfed hers, his long slender fingers and the way they curled around her small wrists. The way he’d begged for her to stay, the way his eyes grew wide when she’d left him on the beach. Maybe, she tried convincing herself, maybe just the idea of him is enough for me. That night, she falls asleep dreaming of dark blue skin and golden eyes. 

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I was gonna steal @i-remove-color-from-posts’s gimmick but then I realized I have no idea how

So instead I recolored them

Enjoy >:)

[importantkidspyfarm]

The Next 365 Days (2022)

This series has been a rollercoaster. And this final installment has been a series of those slanting turns that feel like they will turn into loops but never do. That said I will miss this.

This is no real order. Just my brain processing what I'm watching.

Spoilers. Duh!

Massimo be threatening anybody.

So how long do you stay after the decree is handed down? Until either party can't handle the awkwardness?

Massimo won't bang her because she got shot, but had no problem banging her for hours when she had a heart condition.

Plot, actual plot!

Not shoes on the bed. oh no no no no!

Laura is dedicated to these Fiacchi drawers.

Shower in the same space as the master suite seems sexy, until Aunt Irma comes to visit and you've got a clot coming out.

What's the NDA like for house staff?

Be quiet? Sir they were behind a thin curtin in a metal tube, 20,000 feet in the air, listening to you get a very aggressive blow job from a random flight attendant. Trust and believe sex with your wife is the most normal thing they could hear.

Also there is an employee orgy in this movie.

I love the intimacy of Laura and Olga's friendship.

Once again, every pair of sunglasses is fire.

The music is better.

The Torricelli's are in the business of Drugs, clubs(dance, strip, & both), restaurants, gambling, blackmail, and wine. Diversify.

Labels restaurant bad, proceeds to show delicious looking food, attentive service and nice atmosphere.

No Domenico sexiness? Really no Domenico. Instead we get a bunch more Tommy. Who the fuck even is that? It's bull shit.

We should've seen Laura and Massimo dance together.

We never see them happy and domestic together.

That whispered "My fault". Whew.

Him carrying her to bed. Aww.

Smart houses. Bad idea. When the wifi goes out the house is done for.

Him in them low sitting black track pants go straight the vagina every time.

Mass: Leave.

Laura: Stay.

Me as the stripper:

Should've done a handy at the club. Also the song is good.

Not her happy and smiling in the Nacho fantasy. Uh oh.

Wake up head. The best.

No marmalade for you.

Who is Giuseppe and how is he still alive if he keeps fucking up?

Massimo in the shower. Give me more.

He tossed that band and them glasses down like a toddler.

What man thought having business meeting in strip clubs was cool? He needs to be on a list. That's weirdo behavior.

Someone get Olga a brush. Three movies and not once have they combed her hair.

They really said let's make Laura and her new business partner look exactly alike. I was so confused.

So much Domenico and Olga wedding planning only to see no wedding.

This was very light on the ho antics.

Why is Domenico not the guy at the tennis court. Tommy is a little too fresh with Massimo for me.

Since when did Olga start calling her Lari? 2 whole movies not once all of a sudden she never says Laura. Same for Olo.

Not this heffa shoulder checking my man. He has the right to be upset. He didn't cheat on you and you ran off with another man.

What the fuck is this coked up sex orgy? Are you all not coworkers. What's Monday like? *avoiding eyes because you're sure watching your colleague get his ass are made your dick just a little harder*

Blowhole tits gimp.

Tommy left so quick. He said, "I have a wife and a new born at home. Y'all be easy."

I love Massimo resisting temptation as he has flashbacks to the night at the club with Laura.

I'll hide you with my body. Proceeds to scream and draw attention to self.

Olga is not they type of friend you take everywhere.

I thought the designer was banging Nacho.

He was cute.

Why is Olga getting the fashion expo invitation. Why not the designer and why is she not going? What is Laura's position here?

The designer hates Laura. Why did she sell a portion of the business if she wasn't interested? Was it blackmail? Was she desperate for the money?

I'm genuinely upset that she cheated. On the verge of tears. I need to go touch grass

Thought that was Laura and Mass having make up sex. Very disappointed it was not.

The state of this hotel room. Clean it up.

Marcello! I thought his name was Ignacio hence Nacho. Maybe it's his middle name.

That's not his sister! They were necking.

I thought Domenico was going to show up with a sexy surprise for Olga. At least catch her flirting with other guys and fuck it out of her.

Three indecipherable accents. Polish, Italian, and Spanish.

Dream Nacho be putting it down.

That white dress was so boring.

The fashion show clothes were good.

Weren't they in Lagos for a business meeting?

Shadow of a man. He spent two weeks with her.

Finds out "brother" kidnapped and plotted to kill woman. Not speaking for a week is punishment enough.

Nacho keep him a job. Gardener, now cabbie.

Pacing! The lack of it is irritating.

They made Olga very annoying this movie.

Since when was Laura a motorcycle chick.

Her parents house is nice.

I'm not the only one who thought she was going to get in the fountain at Nachos house, right?

Real Nacho put it down.

This beach scene is giving the boat scene a run for its money.

"I'm not like him, I won't force you to do something". You got him there Nacho. Get your girl.

Did Mass see them fucking at the beach?

Ooh, mad Mass is kinda hot.

How is she mad at him? Not only did he not cheat on you, he also found out you were pregnant and lost the baby. Then finds out you're falling in love with someone else and he killed his twin brother. He is going through a lot. And still not once has she asked him how he's doing.

For a mafia dons wife she loves having him not know where she is. Idk about you but after two kidnappings and two murder attempts I'd want my husband to be able to find me.

That hotel stationery was nice.

Her crying after he leaves is a really good moment.

Where is the heart problem!?!?

Nacho describing how he fell in love with her. I'm crying.

Nacho risking all out war for this broad just to get that heart broke. Suck his dick from the back.

Why can't she have both? Let this woman live!

If you think your friends husband is going to kill her why are you letting her go back to the house?

Nacho is finna drive them off a cliff!

Not him getting out the cab. Oh he messy

I need Nacho to have a love interest outside of Laura and his sister.

Have the mom make pierogi. A callback.

They really cut the brat x daddy kink out after the first one. Which is weird because that’s what draws people to the series. Sure it’s not my thing (Laura get out the fountain, you’re an adult) but I’ll risk the kink occasionally. And sneaking out to go to dinners doesn’t count .

Mom is right, women should be a little selfish in relationships.

Are they about to kiss? OMG OMG OMG! Laura, you selfish bitch! Go back to sleep.

I for sure thought she was about to get kidnapped at lunch with her dad. By the nosy nuns.

Is Laura famous in Poland? Them nuns was staring hard. I know that one was Blanka.

Did Laura tell her parents the whole story or did she leave out both kidnappings? And the murders.

I know that's not how this ends. Where is their final sex scene?

I know the credits not about to roll.

Not with a bang but with an, "Are you back, Baby Girl?".

Massimo and Laura only have sex twice! And one fake out. That's bull shit. I didn't need to see the nameless designer bang fake Nacho.

When does that English translation of the third book come out because, baby, I need these plot holes filled.

I'm going to miss this series so much. Thank the gods for rewatching.

[hellofeanor]

Fëanorian Quenya

Hey friends! Do you like elves? Do you like the Silmarillion? Do you like Fëanor and co? And most of all, do you like spending hours thinking about minor details pertaining to made-up languages??? If so, boy do I have a treat for you! Let’s delve into the weird world of Fëanorian Quenya and explore some history and mechanics of why they talk Like That.

I’ve seen a lot of posts joking about the Fëanorian lisp, which is about as funny as a joke about a speech impediment can be. 👍 It’s important to understand, though, that this IS a joke. No, they didn’t really speak with a lisp. Yes, they did pronounce some S sounds as TH. That’s the critical disclaimer here: SOME. It’s not a blanket pronunciation. There’s a lot of background research that goes into determining which words would be pronounced with S and which would be TH, and that’s what we’re going to look at.

So if this is something you’ve come across in fandom and you’re not totally sure on the details, or if you ARE sure and just want some more in-depth info, read on.

The stuff probably everybody knows already

For anyone who’s been hanging around the Fëanorian corner of the Silm fandom for more than three minutes, there’s about a 100% chance you’ve heard of Fëanor’s penchant for retaining an archaic TH pronunciation after the majority of the Noldor went ahead and started pronouncing this sound as S instead. You may also know that this sound is represented by the letter thorn (Þ) in HoME, but since thorn doesn’t exist in modern English orthography and it’s a pain to keep typing the ALT code, I’m sticking to TH here. Anyway, all this was due to the fact that Fëanor was a huge mama’s boy, and his mom Míriel Therindë (later called Serindë, which made Fëanor want to punch walls and possibly also fellow elves) was an outlier who retained the TH after it fell out of use. Her son Fëanor, in turn, kept this up to honor her. Now, whether or not he would have bothered if this sound hadn’t literally been a critical part of her name is debatable, but that debate is outside the scope of this essay.

Fëanor continued to use the TH pronunciation until his death, and required his sons to use it as well. Finwë, however, switched over to S after the death of Míriel and before his marriage to Indis. Fëanor, reasonable and level-headed as he was, took this as a personal insult and decided that anybody who rejected TH likewise rejected him. So presumably, his loyal followers would have obeyed his totally reasonable demands not to give in to the seductive S-shift.

Why tho

Why did the Noldor decide to alter their pronunciation from TH to S? Great question. Nobody really knows. For the hell of it? IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But the important thing to understand is that elves, and especially Noldor, were really committed to making sure their language sounds cool. This is why it changed so much and so comparatively quickly for an immortal population: they were actively invested in changing it. They liked inventing new words and exploring new sounds and messing around with grammar.

So at some point some influential Noldo might have been like, hey y’all, let’s stop saying TH and say S instead! And everyone (except Míriel I guess, who was known for her elegant manner of speech and didn’t want to muck that up by changing pronunciation of a whole letter) was like, whoa, capital idea my good egg. And they went with it. Previous ideas along these lines included ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying KH and say H instead’ and ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying Z and say R instead’, and those went over swimmingly. Nobody could have foreseen the problem this TH to S business would cause.

Now here’s a fun fact. There was another change to Noldorin pronunciation that happened AFTER Fëanor’s birth, that he himself was involved in. This one was all about bilabial to labiodental F. And those sure are some words, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about (I don’t blame you), BILABIAL is a more whispery sound that happens when you say F using only air passing through your pursed lips, and LABIODENTAL is when you say F with your top teeth touching your bottom lip. Going forward I’m going to use PH to represent the bilabial sound, and F for the labiodental.

So F got on the radar of the Noldor via the Teleri, who used this sound in their language. And ol’ Fëanor figured it would be awesome to incorporate it into Quenya because he thought the PH sounded too close to HW, and the two were getting confused by lazy speakers. Why did he care? Because of his dad’s name and his own, of course. If people started to get lazy in their pronunciation, we’d end up with Hwinwë and Hwëanáro, which would be terrible and stupid and unacceptable. He accused the Vanyar of leaning down that road, and he wanted to stop that kind of shift before it happened to the Noldor. How to do that? Why, by instigating a different shift from traditional Noldorin PH to Telerin F!

“Hey y’all, let’s stop saying PH and say F instead!”

“Whoa, capital idea my good egg.”

Moral of the story: Fëanor is only concerned with Quenya pronunciation insofar as it affects his own name and the names of family members he likes. He does not care whether it’s staying the same or moving to a new sound so long as it personally makes him feel good and his name sound cool. Therefore the true way to piss him off would be to call him Curuhwinwë Hwëanáro, son of Serindë.

Okay so here’s how it works

Now that history is out of the way, let’s get back to how TH was used by the Fëanorians. As I mentioned earlier, TH wasn’t a blanket pronunciation. It all depended on the original form of the word, and whether the root had a TH or an S. And some very similar-sounding words come from different roots, so this can get tricky. A great resource that’ll give you this information is Eldamo: Quenya words where the S was originally TH are marked out with the Þ (thorn) symbol in the wordlist.

Some examples:

Súlë (spirit, breath) comes from the root THŪ, which means it would be pronounced with a TH. Silma (white crystal) comes from the root SIL, so it and related words like Silmaril would be pronounced with an S. No Fëanorian would say Thilmaril. Isil (moon), however, is a similar-sounding word that comes from a different root: THIL. Olos (mass of flowers) comes from the word LOTH, but: Olos (dream) comes from the root LOS. Fëanorian pronunciation would immediately differentiate between these two words.

While Fëanorians may have retained the distinct pronunciation of TH vs S, other Noldor can still differentiate between original S and S-that-used-to-be-TH in their writing. There are specific tengwar to use depending on the word’s original form. Silmë (the one that looks like a 6) is used for original S, while súlë (or thúlë, the one that looks like an h) is used for original TH.

Which other elves used this sound in their speech?

Fandom has really latched on to this TH as a Fëanorian thing, but it wasn’t that exclusively. The TH sound was actually ubiquitous in other elven languages, and in Valinor, only the Noldor dropped it. It was still used in Telerin and in Vanyarin Quendya. The Vanyar retained the TH not because of anything to do with Míriel, but just because they were a little more conservative and their language didn’t pick up on all the changes that the Noldor made. They also noped out of the Z to R shift the Noldor initiated, opting to keep the Z around.

When Indis married Finwë, she stopped using the normal Vanyarin TH and switched over to S as a gesture of loyalty to him and his people. Finarfin, however, out of love for the Vanyar and Teleri, switched BACK to TH. I like to think about how much it would have annoyed Fëanor that his snot-nosed kid brother was speaking correctly, but for the wrong reason. Go down one more generation, and Galadriel very specifically did not use TH. But this time it was absolutely a choice made as a glaring middle finger to Fëanor.

What this means for your fanfic or whatever

The big takeaway here: you can’t just have Fëanorians replace every S with TH and call it a day.

If you’re inventing names for your Fëanorian OCs or coming up with phrases for them to say, it’s important to look into the history of all Quenya S-words you end up using to determine if they should be S or TH. If Fëanor got mad about somebody saying Serindë instead of Therindë, he’d get equally mad about somebody saying Thilmaril instead of Silmaril and assume they were mocking him. Remember: this is a dude with no chill. (On the other hand, if you WANT somebody to be mocking Fëanor, Galadriel would 100% do this because she has an equally negligible amount of chill.)

It’s also important to note that the TH isn’t a true shibboleth, since pretty much all elves EXCEPT the non-Fëanorian Noldor use it. And even the S-preferring Noldor would still be able to pronounce the TH. Those who went into exile would go on to use it commonly in Sindarin, and those who remained in Valinor would still encounter it among the Vanyar and Teleri. So if you’re writing a scene where somebody has to pronounce a TH word to prove their loyalty… yeah, everyone can pass this test. And in the opposite direction, you can’t use TH to prove somebody’s an evil Fëanorian, either. They might just be Vanyarin or something. Or, like. Really Old.

Would the sons (and followers) of Fëanor keep using TH after his death? Oh hell yeah. This is an entire family unfamiliar with the concept of not dying on hills. They will keep using it unto the ending of the world. Actually, with Sindarin becoming the common language of Middle-earth from the First Age, probably not a lot of change happened in exilic Quenya. It became a lore language: a piece of living history. It would have been preserved as it was when the original speakers left Valinor.

(And then, thousands of years later, Galadriel finally returns home to Tirion like, Long have mine eyes awaited this most blissful of sights, and ne’er hath my sprit soared with such grace, for I am returned! And all the Amanyar Noldor stare at her like, whatchu bangin on bout, eh? Because they had nothing better to do in the peace of Valinor than push Quenya to brave and frankly questionable new horizons.)

Anyway, there you go: a somewhat brief history of Fëanorian Quenya. I hope you found this informative and useful, or at the very least not boring. Obvs this is super condensed and, uh, not particularly scholarly, but I promise I know what I’m talking about. I have a university degree! (Not in anything even remotely related to what’s written above, but I hardly see how that’s relevant. It’s still a DEGREE.)

Questions? Need clarification or want more info? My asks are always open!

[fangirlshrewt97]

The Early Bird Gets the Kiss (Not the Water Bucket)

Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Pairing: Joe x Nicky

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Joe did not even stir when Nicky flung the curtains open, letting in the bright Mediterranean sunshine. Unclasping the window allowed the breeze to gently drift into the bedroom, accompanied faintly by the sounds of humanity from the streets below. They had spent yesterday recovering from the jet lag of travelling from Santiago to Granada, but Nicky was determined to visit the Alcaiceria today.

Moving towards the bed, Nicky sat down softly. Joe had since curled into Nicky’s spot from where he had left him on the other side of the bed this morning. Reaching out, Nicky gently ran his fingers through Joe’s thick curls, taking care not to tug on them. Joe let out a pleased sound and stretched his neck, seeking more of the affection Nicky was only too happy to give. Nicky spent some minutes just sitting there, petting Joe’s hair, until the sound of something breaking elsewhere in the house brought him back to Earth. Hopefully that was Nile and not the stray cat she had brought in last night. They had promised Nile they’d show her around the city, since it was her first time here. The girl had been excited enough to promise to wake up early for them, as Nicky had said the market could be enjoyed best in the morning before it got too crowded. It was only fair Joe got up too.

Leaning down, Nicky placed a gentle kiss on top of the light wrinkles next to Joe’s eyes. They were one of Nicky’s favorite parts of Joe, evidence of a first life so filled with joy the lines had etched themselves onto his beloved’s face for a thousand years.

“mmmhmmm” Joe slurred as he turned his head to bury himself deeper into the pillow. Huffing a laugh, Nicky kept kissing the patches of skin he could reach, moving from cheek to forehead to neck to the back of Joe’s ear. “-olo….”

“Buono giorno, ya amar. Time to get up.” Nicky whispered to Joe.

“mmmhhhmmmm. Five minutes.”

Nicky laughed. “As if it’s ever five minutes with you Joe.”

“Three minutes.”

Shoulders shaking with withheld laughter, Nicky gently pressed his hand more firmly into Joe’s hair, squeezing the curls once.

“Colo!” Joe sleep-shouted.

“Up, Joe!”

“Three minutes. Promise.” Joe said, face scrunched up as he fought to keep his eyes closed.

Sighing, Nicky released his hold on Joe’s hair, ignoring the whine from his husband as he got up and opened their bags. If Joe was going to insist on delaying in bed, and he always did, might as well set every thing out for him to save the time later. Once he had laid out the short-sleeved button up and jeans, as well as Joe’s favorite baseball cap, he removed Joe’s toiletries, setting them up in their bathroom with a spare towel from the closet.

When he went back to their bedroom, as expected, Joe was still cocooned into his blankets, face half buried. Shaking his head, Nicky went to Joe, placing one hand on his hip. He shook it quickly, shaking Joe with it till Joe let out a long whine. “Colo. You’re so mean.”

“Three minutes are up hayati. I’ve set up everything you need, let’s go.”

Joe remained still under his touch for another moment before he began wiggling. Nicky stood back as Joe untangled himself from the blankets and sat up, leaning against the headboard. He let out a long yawn, one hand lazily rubbing the crust from his eyes. Finally, Joe opened his beautiful obsidian eyes, shining as always with love and life. “Good morning, my love.”

Nicky snorted, shaking his head when Joe held out a hand. “Yes, great morning, it only took me half an hour to wake you up instead of the usual hour. Get up.”

Joe arranged his face into a big pout, bottom lip jutting out as his eyes blinked rapidly. Nicky merely raised an eyebrow at him, refusing to be charmed today. “No. Get up.”

“So cruel to me Nicky. You wound me so early in the day.” Joe exclaimed, dramatically clutching at his heart with one hand while his other arm covered his eyes.

“You better not make me repeat myself Joe.”

Joe peeked one eye out from beneath his arm. “Or?”

“Or I will make you get up this early every day we are here.” Nicky threatened.

Joe gasped, before sticking his tongue out at him.

Nicky rolled his eyes. “It’s not even that early!”

“It’s 7:00 in the morning!”

Nicky raised an eyebrow at him. “Exactly.”

Joe tipped his head back till it hit the wall. “Fine.”

A small smile appeared on Nicky’s face. He leaned to pat Joe’s ankle. “Good. Get up. Nile seems ready to climb the walls out of excitement to see the Alhambra and I do not know how long I will be able to keep her from coming in to deal with you herself.”

Joe sighed, shoulders slumping. “Ok.”

Nodding, Nicky gestured at the chair next to the window. “Your clothes are in the chair, and I’ve already left a towel for you in the bathroom.”

Joe hummed in acknowledgement.

Nicky turned back, placing one hand on his waist. “I swear Joe, if you are not ready in twenty minutes, I will allow Nile to throw a bucket of cold water on you anyways.”

Joe laughed, knowing an empty threat when he heard it. Well. 80% sure it was an empty threat. “Of course.”

Nicky gave him one last look before turning around to leave the room, when Joe’s arm shot out to grab his wrist. Nicky yelped as he nearly went sprawling on the floor. “Joe!”

Once upright, he glared at his husband, only to be met with a sheepish expression. “Sorry.”

“What is it?” Nicky asked, the slightest irritation seeping into his voice.

“You forgot something.” Joe said, as he knelt on the bed to be at eye level with him.

Nicky’s brows furrowed as he ran through a mental checklist. “No I didn’t.”

Joe shook his head. “No, you definitely did.”

Huffing, Nicky asked, “What did I forget?”

Smiling wide enough to hurt his cheeks, Joe cupped Nicky’s face with both hands. “This.”

He leaned in to press a long kiss to Nicky’s lips, filled with so much love that Nicky melted, body tipping forward till it collided with Joe’s who effortlessly maneuvered an arm to wrap around Nicky’s waist. When they parted, they stayed, foreheads pressed together.

“I love you Nicky.” Joe said, before adding impishly, “Even when you forget to kiss me properly in the morning.”

Nicky felt heat painting his cheeks red, but bit his lip. “You are so ridiculous. Go shower.”

Joe nuzzled nose against Nicky’s. “You’re forgiven, even if you haven’t told me you love me.”

Now it was Nicky’s turn to sigh dramatically. He pushed himself away, and schooled his face into as stern a look as he could manage. “Ok enough, get ready, or both Nile and I will throw cold water on you.”

Laughing, Joe nodded. “Yes Nicky.”

Nicky waited till Joe got distracted to dart in to press one last kiss against Joe’s lips.  Nicky exited the bedroom with a pleased look on his face.

Now to see if Nile was awake. And check if the damned cat had finally managed to break the ugly flower vase Andy had bought thirty years ago.

[dimensionalspades]

. There was that impulse again, like a heartbeat of violence thrumming in his palms; urging him to pick up the rifle and end the man and the potential for a new SEP to rise up in one bullet. He had become monstrous in some measures, but not this one. He set his jaw, a beat of silence passing as he thought of safe houses. Very, very few he trusted to keep the other safe longterm. His own very nomadic lifestyle was proof of his paranoia in that regard.

"Don't mind helping if you give me your word you don't intend to make the place some kind of lab for working on this new shit." He crossed his arms, as if to physically keep himself in check. He sighed.

"Got one place south of here that might work. Haven't been there in half a year so you'll have to make friendly with some dust bunnies and a few omnics with some loose bolts." He shifted his weight, trying to think of the best way to get to the townhouse from where they were. The whole area was more or less condemned. His friendship with the omnics in the area was the only reason they had let him keep the place.

"They're good company, if you don't mind one of 'em playin' jazz records near nonstop." He certainly liked that, but not being able to visit made him wonder if Olo was still up and running. His visor pulled up a train schedule nearby. "Got a train leaving in ten minutes if you don't mind illegally train hopping. Otherwise, it's a long walk."

Once he had begun, there was no way of stopping his explanation. The dam that Miguel had painstakingly concealed and held back for many months now was finally breaking, releasing a deluge of words. Terms that would be extremely detrimental to his lifespan, if overheard by the wrong ear, but it was too late to correct course.

Too late for a vast number of concerns, as it turns out.

It's why, with bated breathe, he lapses into an uneasy silence, rather than take a stab at mending bridges. Of making any sort of run at apologising for what the volunteers endured during SEP, even if he'd realised he was speaking with such an individual. Instead, he acquired an impassive mask, waiting and watching to see where the shrapnel of his revelations would end up, once the other had heard his piece.

And, as it happened, the news is taken relatively well, all things considered. Unable to hide his relief, he lowers his head a little, mumbling some sort of muted agreement whilst breaking eye contact momentarily. Given to habit, agitated fingers scratch at his forehead, a reflex action rather than a response to any actual itch, feeling torn. Whilst he knew that the correct and proper response was to vilify SEP, he couldn't deny that it laid the groundwork for his own efforts, which is why, when the other moves on to another topic, Miguel leaves that particular conversation elapse without a challenge.

"Actually... I don't." Forced out through gritted teeth, he pauses for a moment to swallow a rising temptation in his throat. It urged him to defend the work of his predecessors... but he wisely decided to keep his trap firmly shut, especially considering he wasn't the one holding a weapon. "I hate to impose, John, but... don't suppose you could help me find somewhere to go?" And by extension, prolong the need to stick together.

"Of course, I will completely understand if you decline, given what you've just heard." Any sane and self-preserving individual would. "What do you say?"

[mafiaamongstus]

To the hypothetical Odil, Jitil and Olo who integrated with the Fungle and remained on the island: Hello! It's been a while and everyone back home misses you a lot. I hope you're all in good health and spirits! Have the island natives and the mushroom itself been hospitable to you? How are you spending your time these days, and do you have any current goals/aspirations?

Best wishes and thank you for your time <3

Fungle Victory AU

FV!Commander Olo: The Fungle has been quite kind to us. It is...relieving, to not need to be on constant edge. Although I am getting a bit too old to help with much around the village, the locals have been quite hospitable in teaching me how to tend to the crops. It is quite rewarding to eat food made with the hard work of your own hands.

FV!Officer Odil: He's started farming, me and my brother do differing jobs depening on what is needed. Last week we helped the fishermen make better crab pots so that we can catch fish in them as well, and tomorrow we're helping the craftsmen make another attempt at a boat. I love being able to do a little of everything without having to worry about needing a routine to structure my life around. It's quite freeing.

FV!Officer Jitil: The Fungle's been trying to leave the island since it landed, and seeing how peaceful these people are, we can't help but agree. It is our hope to bring the Fungle back home. It is quite powerful, and I believe it may hold the answer to world peace. In the short term however, there are some interesting animals here that I've never seen before. I'm quite enjoying learning more about them and helping take care of the island's pets in our free time.