#not fluent in spanish sorry

[zer0pm]

Imagine being the one chained to Luis Serra instead of Leon and he’s flirting with you the entire time.

“So, uh, you come here often?”

If your back wasn’t to him, he’d be on the receiving end of a pointed look asking him if he was being serious right now. Instead, you opted to get up from the ground where you sat and assess the current situation. The cuffs around your wrists are attached to a heavy chain that seems to hang overhead and you follow the length of it with your eyes until they stopped to another set of metal cuffs clamped around the man that was speaking to you. He was already standing by the time you take account of his attention on you, his grey eyes slowly taking you in before a playful, lascivious smile curves upon his chiseled face.

“Gracias a Dios. Glad they stuck me with someone so attractive,” he says before dropping to a low bow. The gesture seemed awkward due to his bound hands but it did little to dampen the dramatic flair he exuded. “Luis Serra. Encantado.”

You immediately recognized him as the man in the sack that you and Leon found in a basement before being knocked unconscious by some giant of a man. This Luis was a talker then too despite his apparently ever changing and unfortunate predicaments. He must have quite a story to tell and perhaps can be of use to your mission.

Pinning the thought to question him after you have freed both of you of your shackles, you look up at the mount that kept the chain suspended and give the metal a firm tug. The action catches the Spaniard off guard as he is dragged towards you.

“Easy, my friend. If you wanted me to come closer, all you had to do was ask.”

No amount of willpower could stop your eyes from rolling.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Your words set off a spark in his eyes and you realize your mistake too late.

Luis smiles, “Ah, so you finally speak! Any more of the silent treatment and I was about to start serenading you with sign language.”

Thankfully your focus on your mission outweighed your curiosity at imagining this man dexterously using his hands and fingers to communicate with you, feeling the support for the mount give slightly. Another tug and this time Luis seemed prepared for it as he braced himself in place, the sound of the mount straining against the chain finally catching his attention.

“Ah, I see your thinking. Muy bien.”

With him finally coming up to speed on your intentions, the man met your strength with each pull upon the chain, the support nails keeping the mount up gradually weakening. Sweat was beginning to pour down your brow. Just a few more…

“May I have your name?”

The question made you stop in your efforts.

“What?”

“Your name. I’d like to know what to call you.” The damn smile widened as he spoke, evidently amused at your responses to him.

“What does it matter?” You tried to hide your increasing excitement with indifference, he didn’t seem at all put off by this.

Luis shrugs, “Given that I introduced myself to you in such gentlemanly fashion, I’d expect the same courtesy in turn. It’s only fair, sí?”

He made a point, but of course rather than answer him, you gathered the chain in your hands for one final pull and was grateful he had the sense to pull back. The mount and chain fall to the floor with a loud clank and Luis was on his back once again from using too much force.

“¡Mierda!” He groans and you couldn’t help the smirk creeping on your cheeks. “You’re very good at playing hard to get.”

You were about to offer him a snide apology as he moved to stand up once more but saw an infected coming towards him with an axe swinging. Quick to react, you drag Luis towards you and the unsuspecting Spaniard collapses to his knees before you. He looks up at you and you would have thought he’d be annoyed if not for the playful grin he continued to wear.

“This isn’t exactly my ideal place to be tossed around. I’d prefer somewhere much softer, but if you insist-“

“Shut up and brace!”

Using the chain, you make fast work of wrapping it around the infected man attacking you two and effectively snap his neck. Luis swiftly rushes over to the body as soon as it collapsed and searched through their pockets. He finds the key and unlocks his cuffs. You were about to take it from him to remove yours but he steps back and uses his long arms to keep it out of your reach.

“Give it here, Luis Serra.” Despite the obvious mirth in your voice, the man appeared pleased at the sound of his name on your tongue.

“Of course, my friend, but first,” he started, playing with the key between his fingers for you to see, “I have a proposition.”

If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. “You being serious?”

“Mi luz, know that I’m always serious. Especially when it involves someone with a face like yours.”

You sincerely hoped that the heat burning on your cheeks was from the adrenaline of just killing an enemy and not at all from his charming words. Luis took your sigh of defeat as a sign to keep going.

“Obviously you’re not a local. But, lucky for you, I happen to know the area like the back of my hand.” He twists his hand, dangling the key into your view for emphasis. The scoff he earned from you made him laugh.

“We can help each other, keep each other safe. I watch your back,” his lecherous gaze makes a shameless journey over your form before stopping at your hips. You made a point not to turn or twist your body in any way. “You watch mine.”

Just as you were about to tell him off, he continued, “And who knows, perhaps we can reunite you with your agent friend and rescue a certain señorita?”

A thousand alarms went off in your head. Luis definitely knew more than he let on. It was always your intention to question him, but now you realize that you weren’t the one holding the cards between you two and the shit-eating grin he wore showed that he’s well aware of this fact. Countless curses flooded your mind at how ridiculous this situation is, but the rational part of you knew that this idea was the most logical course of action. You needed to find Leon (assuming he is still alive somewhere) and finish the mission. This is what you rationalized and not at all because Luis’ incessant attention was beginning to grow on you. After a long moment of contemplation, you sigh.

“Fine,” you acquiesced, making sure the displeasure in your tone was evident even though there was none in your heart. The smile he gave you radiated throughout his entire being and warmed you from the inside.

“¡Excelente! We are partners, then!”

Assuming that was the end of the exchange, you move over to grab the key from his hand. Once again, Luis pulls it out of your reach. This was getting frustrating.

“What now?”

The man deflects your sharp tone with a click of his tongue, a teasing glint in his grey eyes. You were about to start threatening him until you felt an unexpected tug around your wrists, your whole body tumbling forward until your hands forcefully made contact with his firm chest. The sight of his other hand gripping the middle of your cuff catches your attention.

When the hell did this man grab a hold of your shackles?

Instinct kicked in to hit him but before you could regain your composure to do so, you feel the warmth of long slender fingers against your skin. His thumb caressing gently against the exposed part of your arm below your wrist before wrapping around to keep you firmly in place. He finally brings the key down in the space between you two, inserting it in the lock but not twisting it.

You cast an impatient glare up at him and fell into the trap of his gaze. The way he looked at you suggested that he had been watching you the entire time he brought you to press against him and you noticed then that he no longer wore the chesire cat grin. His voice reaches your ears, low and husky.

“I still didn’t catch your name.”

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A/N: hope you enjoyed that ;) spicy continuation can be found here.

[sholmeser]

im possessed

[serpentface]

Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.

Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)

I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)

The 'method' I used was:

-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.

I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.

-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.

-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'

-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.

-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')

-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.

-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).

Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.

[annoyingcat413]

I’ve been translating the Sherlock and co scripts to Spanish and right now I have only almost finished episode 1.

It has taken me around 3 weeks?

Hopefully I get faster at doing this.

If not I’ll never finish this haha

Maaan why didn’t I start sooner.

Hopefully I can set up a kind of schedule? Idk maybe force myself to translate 5 pages per day?

That way I could translate one episode per week probably.

I could try and find one more person to help?

I wouldn’t try to organize a whole group. I don’t have the time for that. Just one or two people to assign episodes and then review together. Idk something like that I guess.

I’m really just making this because I really love the podcast and want more people to be able to experience the show. My friends irl don’t speak English and I would love to share the show with them.

Also I want to expand the fandom! It would be cool wouldn’t it? It’s already big but it can be even bigger!!!

The translated scripts could work like subtitles or as a companion to the transcripts.

I’ve listened to many Japanese audio dramas that way.

[bedforddanes75]

saw someone say this was a year ago what do you mean it was a year ago it was WHAT

[askblueandviolet]

Tú, alcalde. ¿Hablas español? Eso sería genial :D

"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"

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[inkyquince]

anyway, Miguel O Hara

content warning. spoiiiiliessssss, stalker and creep miguel o hara, extremely dubious at all times, invasion of the grandes tetas, strong scent kink, rough handling, nsfw but not written sex because its 1am and im sleepy and october is showing me ds2 sims 2 gameplay and i feel myself going insane. oh yeah, and, big ole size kink.

spoilers for the movie under the cut, but yknow its horny

So, canon Miguel sees another version of himself get fucking shot, right? Immediately slips through to prevent a canon event with his daughter, right? Takes over the old Miguel's life. Born to be a single mother, forced to beef with a teenager right?

Well, what if he saw something else in his other life?

He's broken and he's lonely here, but... He has a kid... And he has a partner. And it's someone he knows. Married to a distant friend in this life, but you're his in another one. The one where he's happy, with his kid.

It's hard, tearing his eyes away from what should be. What he should have, carrying his baby in one arm and the other around your waist. His other self looks so happy, so content, so fucking free. Unlike him in his entirety, where he's alone, against the world.

Not only does he become obsessed with this alternative world, he gets stranger and stranger around you. He knows in another life, you lead him into happiness, into being a father. Miguel is usually quiet and stoic, but his presence starts being almost oppressive around you. He seems to stare all the time, his broad, lithe fingers tapping along his muscular arm. Intense and quiet, with something brewing in his deep, dark eyes. He tries to talk more to you, even try to see you away from your spouse, but you never start to look at him like you do in the other dimension. Warm and soft and longing. It starts to irk him, something growing in his stomach. You're fucking his, in another life, yeah, but you're his. But he can't do anything. You're not his. So it builds in his gut.

There's some part of him that believes he can still get this happiness in this world. He can still be who he was meant to be. Miguel spends some evenings climbing the walls to look into your apartment windows, to catch you showering or changing. He doesn't even need to break the window to slip in, the second you leave through the door. A pair of your underwear in his hand, maybe a venture into the bathroom to sniff at your shower wash. Pick up your toothbrush, just to rest it on his tongue. He sits on your side of the bed and rests his broad hand on your pillow, skimming over it, as it to help him imagine stroking your hair as you awaken in the morning.

This isn't what a hero does. He knows that. He knows that Spiderman doesn't enjoy towering over you when the group hangs out, drinking in the size difference. Loves the little expression you look up at him with, like a doe in the headlights. He catches himself dragging a tongue over his canine was he passed behind you, ducking down just enough to catch the scent from your neck.

A hero doesn't follow you when you go out at night. Watches you from outside your window. Doesn't think about how it would be okay if your spouse bled out in the streets one night, and he'd be by your side in minutes.

Each time it all feels too much, he checks over with his other self. Laughing with his daughter jumping into his arms. His other self's hand on your knee as you sit next to him on the couch with a yawn. The way it slowly traces over your thigh as he lean over to give him a kiss.

The feeling builds even more.

Then, the day happens. He watches himself get shot, and he leaves his other life behind. Steps through and becomes someone new.

That night, your husband comes home. Miguel seems to walk straight past you to go to your daughter's room. You were surprised, but gave it no thought as you continued to make him some empanadas, rain lashing against the window.

Miguel hadn't wanted to look at you, not yet. Needed to look at his daughter, needed to take a moment. He kneeled down, by her tiny bed, stroking slowly against her hair as she breathed softly. She slept like there was no pain in the world, no loss... And thanks to him, she wouldn't wake up to her father being dead. Gone. Unable to tuck her into bed anymore. So he just tugged the blanket up to her chin and stood slowly. Leaving the room, he paused in the doorframe, giving his daughter a soft look before glancing towards the kitchen again. Not yet. Not just yet. He needs to make sure.

Turning on his heel, Miguel headed deeper into the flat, looking around until he found the master bedroom. Spick and span, but homey. Unlike his old bedroom. Pictures on the walls. Things on both bedside tables. A blanket laid over the duvet. His dark eyes turned towards the closet, and slowly opened the door, exhaling softly. Your clothes. Next to his clothes. His fingers dragged along the fabric, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb.

A shaky sigh left Miguel's lips as he gripped the garment tightly, almost ripping it. Shoving the item close to his face, he inhaled deeply, almost tasting your scent on his tongue. It's you. It's no one else. It's you and in this world, you're with him. No one else.

Miguel's clawed hands moved on their own accord as they yanked open the drawers below the hanging clothes, finding socks, bras and... Underwear. Few pairs of his, few pairs of yours. Snatching yours up, he crushed them against his face again, inhaling with his lips parted. He got a dizzying head rush. His eyes snagged on the laundry basket, exhaling loud and slow as he smelled the scent of you and detergent from your clean underwear.

He'll get a proper taste of you if he rooted around in there instead-

"Miguel!" He froze up and immediately stuffed your underwear into his pocket, as if he was a thief instead of your husband, and very entitled them. "Food!"

He dragged his tongue over his lips and stalked from the bedroom.

Miguel was acting strange when he got back from checking on your daughter, his darkened eyes drinking you in as you served up his plate first.

"Hungry?" You gave him a soft smile. "She ate earlier at her friend's house, don't worry."

He wasn't worried. He should be. It's one of those things he'll learn to do, as a new father. But for now, he just walks closer, dragging his broad palm over the counter. His fingers twitch as the distance between you two become smaller and smaller. Soon enough, he's at your back, with his hands twitching before settling on your hips. You hummed as he drew you closer to his towering body, lolling your head back to rest against his shoulder (against, not on his shoulder, Miguel was too tall for that).

Your lips were right there. Perfect and soft and unbitten.

He should change that.

Miguel slowly lowered his head to brush his lips against yours, slowly exhaling as he did so. You gave a similiar sigh and leaned into the kiss, which remained sweet and soft, until you teasingly gave his bottom lip a nip.

The feeling in his gut burst.

He ripped his lips away, just to grip your hips tighter and spin you around. You blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden movement, but couldn't say anything before his tongue was snaking back inside of your mouth, licking at your teeth before forcibly pressing down on your tongue. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers, digging into your stomach as he manhandled you.

"Mig-" You pulled away to breath but he quickly covered your lips with his again, desperation rolling off of him.

"Solo callate." He hissed against your mouth, sharp canines digging into your bottom lip. "Por favor, déjame tenerte primero. Si me amas, déjame usarte."

You couldn't even reply when he shoved you down on the kitchen counter, sending the plates crashing down to the floor. It was like you were immobalised, stunned. Miguel was never rough with you, not really. He was always too aware of how big he was compared to you. But all that seemed to have been tossed out the window.

Your husband roughly yanked your legs apart, breathing low and heavy. Lowering one of his hands slowly, he gave your crotch a squeeze, as his cock began to tent the front of his trousers.

"Quieres que te toque aquí? Te gusta?" Miguel whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, slowly squeezing your crotch, his sharp teeth coming in as you struggled not to moan at his ministrations.

He was scaring you enough for you to try and pull away, but he was too fucking big. He encompassed you. Totally and wholly. Miguel's eyes were two obsidian stones, pupils blown wide and staring down at you with an endless hunger that wasn't there before. He leaned down again and you just pressed your face to the side, avoiding his lips connecting with yours, instead pressing against your cheek.

With a low, almost animalistic snarl, his fingers dug into your jaw and wrenched your head back to stare into your eyes.

"You will let me have you. You cannot take this from me. Not now." You struggled to comprehend what he meant, but he took your silence in stride and pressed his tongue back into your mouth with a low groan.

You cannot stop this, Miguel thought, everything becoming hazy as he felt desire roll over him.You can't make him stop. Not when he finally has you.

rough translations (remember, im using my high school level knowledge, so the grammar is fuck):

"Solo callate. Por favor, déjame tenerte primero. Si me amas, déjame usarte." - "Just shut up. Please let me have you first. If you love me, let me use you."

"Quieres que te toque aquí? Te gusta?"- "Do you want me to touch you here? Do you like it?"

[eternal-work-in-progress]

oh my ruined reality you guys I love loredumpinb

Los Filii Rojos

Gifted the eyes and talents of the wise owl.

EL REINO DE PROGRESO (The Kingdom of Progress) is legally recognized as Prominent Kingdom/s.

Government: Absolute monarchy.

(1134) Monarch(s): Rey (King) Abrán Girasol.

(1134) Intended Royal Successor: Rei Malik.

National Language(s): Español, English.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Fire power, channeling of lightning, night vision, silent teleportation, teleportation.

Overworld. Northwestern mainland and islands. Engaged in trade with Galbenii, Les Oranges, Le Viole, and Y Pinc.

Kingdom Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Demolished by the Soulstice personally. Survivors reside in The Last Kingdom, headed by King Rei Malik who sits at the head of TLK’s council. The late Rey Abrán Girasol’s soul was stolen by the Soulstice while their apprentice watched it happen. King Rei escaped with a small horde of Filii Rojo, with such notable survivors as Professor Cortés of the Redstone Academy, and began officially developing the first attempt at the Last Kingdom only 2 years after the Soulstice. Every so often, scouts would scour the Overworld, looking for other surviving Filii and collect them in the Last Kingdom, where hope goes to wither.

Population: ~200-300 estimated. 254 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Les Filii Oranges

Gifted bodies that reflect their chaotic nature.

LE SOLEIL ORANGE (The Orange Sun) is legally recognized as Nation/s or Country/ies.

Government: Divided Bureaucracy.

(1134) Figurehead: Roi (King) Vladimir d’Pasarelle.

(1134) Intended Figurehead Successor: Aver d’Pasarelle.

(1134) Regional Rulers: Gastón Pȇcheur | Francine d’Centre | Jean Luc | Maurice Prȇtre | Raphael “Le Feu” Régle.

National Language(s): Français, English.

National Religion: Old Originism.

Natural Abilities: Material creation, transfiguration, teleportation.

Overworld. Central mainland, the only landlocked nation. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Galbenii, and Zeleni.

National Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Divided and demolished among the three Soul Brothers. The regional rulers all fought for their homes and were all destroyed, except for Maurice Prȇtre who ran as soon as he heard of the coming invasion, and his people followed. Notably, Le Feu landed a strike upon the Corrupted One, but was destroyed in the process. His body was never found. Roi Vladimir d’Passarelle and his family certainly perished. Survivors resided in the abandoned Zeleni Forests until being discovered and collected by Filia Aquamarijn: General Athena Proxima during the rebuilding of the Last Kingdom. The Filii Orange have no representative in TLK’s council.

Population: ~4oo estimated. 378 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

(why is there no yellow I’m going to scream)

Filii Galbenii

Gifted the pointed vision, sharp fangs, and armored scales of the snake.

TARA AURULUI (The Land of Gold) is legally recognized as Empirical Power/s.

Government: Divided Monarchies.

(1134) Monarch(s): Reginӑ (Queen) Caliban Valentina de Ordin | Rege (King) Anamar Valentina de Ordin | Prinţ (Prince) Griffin Valentina de Ordin | Reginӑ (Queen) Stefana Justiţie de Ierarchie | Rege (King) Andrei Atingere de Loialitate | Prinţesă (Princess) Vanda Atingere de Loialitate.

National Language(s): Română, English.

National Religion: Old Originism

Natural Abilities: Summoning of lightning/light, venom-filled fangs, hyperspeed, teleportation.

Overworld. Central mainland and eastern coast. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Les Oranges, Zeleni, De Aquamarijnen, Y Pinc, and Le Viole.

Empirical Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): While all of the farmlands and the Loialitate Palace were entirely demolished, the Ordin and Ierarchie palaces were left nearly untouched. This was the work of the Darkness, which caused the deaths of Reginӑ Stefana Justiţie and Rege Andrei Atingere. Reginӑ Caliban Valentina and her son escaped the destruction narrowly, with Prinţ Griffin revealing that his mother was unconscious for most of it. The two of them found their way to the Last Kingdom along with the 3 other survivors they had with them. Prinţesă Vanda is said to have escaped with a maid and a guard after receiving news of her fathers death. This cannot be confirmed nor denied as her body was never found among the rubble of Loialitate. Reginӑ Caliban and her son both hold positions in TLK’s council.

Population: 8 speculated. 5 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Filii Zeleni

Gifted the wings and antennae of the lively butterfly.

OMILJENO VRIJEME MAJKE (Mother Time’s Favorite) is legally recognized as Distinguishable Occupied Territory/ies.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Glavni (Chief) Sebastijana | Supruga (Wife) Branimira.

(1134) Intended Successor: Demalie.

National Language(s): Hrvat.

National Religion: Zeleni Polytheism.

Natural Abilities: Flight by wings, hypersensitive olfactory sense.

Overworld. Southern islands and southern mainland. Engaged in trade with De Aquamarijnen, Y Pinc, Le Viole, Galbenii, Les Oranges.

Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Omiljeno Vrijeme Majke, being a comparatively small territory, was overtaken by Darkness very quickly. Glavni Sebastijana, Supruga Branimira and their successor Demalie were forced to fight their own people and instead surrendered, not wanting to fight familiar faces. Many ran from the forests but did not get far. The only known survivor in decades was Soren Šuma, a young man who ran when he was a boy and hid under ground, discovered by Sir Light. Šuma unfortunately passed at Void’s hand while on a mission with the Third Hero, Aquamarijn Elite Clifford Calder, Sir Light, and Professor Cortés. Both the Zeleni Forests and the Galbenii Kingdoms are so overrun with Darkness that it is unsafe to traverse them and likely never will be safe.

Population: EXTINCT.

De Filii Aquamarijnen

Gifted armored scales, tails for balance, ears unlike any other Filius, and eyes that pierce the darkness to assist them in their habitat.

HEERLIJKHEID (Glory) is legally recognized as Empirical Power/s.

Government: Global Empire.

(1134) Leader(s): Keizer (Emperor) Ignaas Kramer | Keizerin (Empress) Adelheid Kramer | Kroonprins (Crown-Prince) Vincent Kramer.

National Language(s): Nederlands, español, français, română, hrvat, English, italiano, cymraeg, klakken.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Transformation, underwater vision, some have sharp teeth or sharp fins, manipulation of liquid,

Overworld. All oceans, most of the population is located in the Blackness. Engaged in trade with Zeleni, Galbenii, and Y Pinc.

Empirical Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): The empire was picked apart by the Soul Brothers as one of the very first. They began with Central Heerlijkheid where lived the emperor’s family. Though they were encouraged to leave, both Keizer Ignaas and Keizerin Adelheid were destroyed in their own capital. Hundreds of thousands of Filii Aquamarijn fled to the surface world, where on the beaches, they were met with the Ruined One. General Athena Proxima was instructed to keep the very young Kroonprins—now Keizer— Vincent Kramer safe, and she did for several weeks with the help of her Elites. However, as the new acting leader of the Filii Aquamarijn, an assassination by skulk was sent out for the general while they traveled to the Last Kingdom. It failed, but the mindless thing managed to get its hands on several other innocents as well as Keizer Vincent, and they all were slain. The rest of the Filii Aquamarijn made it safely to the Last Kingdom with General Proxima as their representative on the council and Elite Aaron Calder as her successor.

Population: 100-150 estimated. Many more are suspected to be scattered across the Overworld. 106 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

The Filii Blue

Gifted eyes and wings and feathers and rings that pepper their body more than should be necessary.

THE GUARDS are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Heavenly Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): N/A.

National Language(s): English, español, français, română, hrvat, nederlands, somaliyeed, svenska, italiano, cymraeg, klakken.

National Religion: N/A.

Natural Abilities: All-seeing and all-knowing when residing in the World Beyond.

Heaven.

World Beyond Post-Soulstice (1152): Unguarded.

Population: EXTINCT.

Filii Indigoska

Gifted wings upon their backs and spikes upon their skin.

KUWA XIRIIRKA (Those In Contact) are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Nomadic Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): N/A.

National Language(s): Somaliyeed, English.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Flight by wings, all-seeing and all-knowing.

The Middle World.

Middle World Post-Soulstice (1152): UNKNOWN.

Population: Indeterminable. Presumed EXTINCT.

De Filii Lila

Gifted the manipulation of magic unlike any of the other Filii with markings upon their skin.

PHANTASIENS UNDERVERK (Phantasia’s Wonders) are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Constitutional Monarchy.

(1134) Monarch(s): UNKNOWN.

(1134) Intended Royal Successor: UNKNOWN.

National Language(s): Svenska, English.

National Religion: Phantasian Mythology.

Natural Abilities: Manipulation of realms and magic.

Phantasia’s Realm.

Phantasia’s Realm Post-Soulstice (1152): Abandoned. The birthplace of the Soulstice itself was first to be torn apart. The king is now a man by the name of Einarr Förlorat. Only deemed as such because he is the only known survivor.

Population: 1.

Le Filii Viole

Gifted the ability to grow plants from any opening found in the skin (such as pores, nostrils, mouths, ears, hair seed sites, etc) when objectively positive emotions are felt.

AMORE MIO (My Love) is legally recognized as Prominent City-State/s.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Capo (Chief) Lorenzo Cielo | Capo (Chief) Juliet Cielo.

(1134) Intended Successor: Pietro Cielo.

National Language(s): Italiano, English, cymraeg.

National Religion: New Originism.

Natural Abilities: Spontaneously growing flora, creating ‘Love Potions’, identifying ‘soulmates’.

Overworld. Mainland’s southeastern forests. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Galbenii, Zeleni, and Y Pinc.

City-State Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Both Amore Mio and Palas Meddwl were, bizarrely, very intentional targets of the Soulstice, but there was certainly more fury targeted toward the Filii Violetto. The only remnants of their many villages and monuments are enormous craters and certain items—like bricks or pottery—that were preserved though Darkness that arrived from Ordin and through northern Zelena Forests. One of very few survivors was the scholar Amadeo Alessandro who had been traveling the known world at the time of the Soulstice. When he returned to his home village, he found it recently destroyed and slowly being withered by the Darkness. He discovered the body of his Lover among many, the son of Capo Lorenzo and Capo Juliet, Pietro Cielo. Cielo hadn’t quite died, so the two managed to share parting words. But nothing more. Alessandro somehow found his way to the Last Kingdom and was given a seat upon TLK’s council, given his connection to the previous chiefs and training in leadership. He is said to have never smiled and been somewhat unstable.

Population: ~40-70 speculated. 26 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Y Filii Pinc

Gifted the physical abilities of many, many different kinds of wild beasts.

PALAS MEDDWL (Palace of Thought) is legally recognized as Prominent City-State/s.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Prif (Chief) Iwan Gaius | Prif (Chief) Fionn Gaius.

(1134) Intended Successor: Prif (Chief) Vaughn Gaius.

National Language(s): Cymraeg, English, italiano.

National Religion: New Originism.

Natural Abilities: Animal features VARY between individuals, mind reading, memory manipulation/access.

Overworld. Mainland’s southeastern forests. Engaged in trade with Le Viole, Los Rojos, Galbenii, Zeleni.

City-State Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Palas Meddwl and Amore Mio were targeted many years after the Soulstice initially happened in the north. However, before the Soul Brothers even arrived at Palas Meddwl, Darkness had spread over from Amore Mio, affecting even Prif Fionn and Prif Iwan Gaius. To escape, the young Chief Vaughn acted in instinct against a threat. He grabbed the nearest sharp object, one of his fathers’ fallen crowns, and killed his parents with it. He fled Palas Meddwl and made his way to the Last Kingdom, taking his seat as representative of the Filii Pinc among TLK’s council, the youngest leader, and the only known Filius Pinc still alive.

Population: Indeterminable. 1 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

THE LAST KINGDOM’S TOTAL POPULATION: 664

[1spooky-dad]

I can't believe there's people watching qsmp who hear the Spanish speakers and just go "well i don't know Spanish and there's nothing i can do about that. Guess I'll never know what they say". When Tahlulla said "then learn" cause quackity said he didn't speak Spanish, that was at y'all. If you can watch a 6 hour stream you can download doulingo and do a 5 minute Spanish lesson.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Bold all that apply to you and tag 15 people to do it

Tagged by @lover-of-mine @captain-hen @hippolotamus @trashbaget @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @wikiangela @panbuckley @jesuisici33 @diazass @userdisaster @spotsandsocks @transbuck @prince-buck-diaz @monsterrae1 @cowboy-buck

Thank you beloveds! Muah! 💖

APPEARANCE

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (i have a medal the trophy is with the team) // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @bucks118 @oliverstaark @buck2eddie @jeeyuns @anxieteandbiscuits @paranoidbean @transboybuckley @rewritetheending @diazblunt @bigfootsmom @jamiettart @911onabc (sorry if you've been tagged and done it already!)

[asiogie]

he was literally learning spanish bc of q!!!! he wanted to make him proud :((

HE WAS LEARNING SPANISH BECAUSE OF Q

[fragglez]

i fucking misundersood the entire assignment because of my teachers shitty danish

[juhbebbie]

I swear the only thing that makes me click away from a fic faster than evil jake lockley is when the author decides to let us know he speaks Spanish by throwing in one (1) word in Spanish in the middle of an English sentence, and not because he forgot the word in English but just because how else would we POSSIBLY be able to know he was a Spanish speaker, and its the most awkward and forced thing ever

[echodrops]

Me preguntaba si un día de estos podría leer otra pulicación de Noragami. El año pasado encontré por casualidad los ensayos publicados sobre Noragami y te juro que sentí como si hubiera hecho un nuevo amigo, así, que muchas gracias; soy de México y por ahora no he encontrado mucho material que haga análisis de Noragami, por no mencionar publicacines recien. puede ser de lo que sea, solo quiero sentir que hay alguien más en el mundo que disfruta la obra tan en serio como para hablar de ella.

¡Estoy muy feliz de que te gusten mis publicaciones de Noragami! ¡También siento que cada fan de Noragami es un miembro de la familia, jaja! Lo siento, hace mucho tiempo que no escribo un nuevo post. 😔 Mi trabajo está súper ocupado en este momento, pero todavía amo a Noragami. Cuando tenga más tiempo, hay muchas más publicaciones que quiero escribir sobre ese manga... Cuando los autores terminen la historia, planeo volver a leerla desde el primer capítulo, ¡así que probablemente escribiré nuevas publicaciones entonces!

Mientras tanto, ¿has podido leer otros ensayos de Noragami en tumblr? Hay varias otras personas que escriben análisis de Noragami, como @kanotototori . Tal vez busque "Noragami meta" en tumblr y también podría encontrar otro análisis, si aún no lo hizo.

¡Gracias por tu lindo mensaje y lo siento si mi español es muy malo (tuve que usar Google para ayudarme jajaja)!

[hyperfixation-symposium]

if u have a special interest in brainwashing i think you would simply explode if u watched karmaland (IN A GOOD WAY IN A GOOD WAY) (there’s a crap ton of plot points connected to brainwashing and the loss of memory, it’s really interesting and the way it ties into how the characters interact and the overarching plot line makes me go insane) (bonus post i found a couple months ago about the theme of memory in it: https://shikai-the-storyteller.tumblr.com/post/699057572266885120 )

HIHI I'm so sorry about getting to this late Oooo I really love that! (Checked out the post you sent) and from what I've just heard about Karmaland around it sounds very interesting! I gotta love me some good old fasioned loss of memory but everlastingly connected to some events vibe, because erasing the whole of a person is HARD. I cannot speak on a series I haven't watched, but that post is very interesting and those sort of plots have my whole heart. The main thing is that I really only speak enough spanish to have survived high school, and I still almost failed. I wanna get better at it but learning languages is just not something that comes to me with ease. Along with that, I listen to QSMP a lot in the background, and I couldn't do that if I needed to read subtitles constantly lol. There's something also to be said about how to be involved in the main qsmp plot rn you generally need to speak english but I feel like that is a victim of circomstance along with other things - People have noted the lack of Hispanic streamers online and how the French also seem disconnected from the main lore. Without going on too long of a rant I actually enjoy that I missed some content and lore that the Brazlians have and discovered it through the community, lol. Which is a long winded rant to say "I feel lucky that I am in the primary audience for the qsmp lore and I really don't feel like I could keep up with it if it wasn't in a language I spoke" Maybe sometime in the future, I'd love to check it out, or really if there were english plot summaries about I'm sure they'd be amazing, that's absolutley my sort of plot. If you have any reccomendations I'd love that!

I hope this was coherent lmao I have spent the last while feeling quite sick but sometime. Sometime I will ramble on the role that memory seems to play in the QSMP. sometime.

[mechahero]

//digging around my bag of info i have on lambda but never share

outside of the use of his translation bracelet, he does know a few words in other languages! some he picked up from his dad, who also used to those words (albeit rarely and was mostly to joke around). however, they’re mostly just swear words.