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cyanide-mustard · 1 month ago

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Chapter 5 ~ I don't have the words to describe (how much you mean to me)

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Chapter 5: The tide pulls me in and drowns me

Summary:

James tries to fix what she's done. It backfires.

Notes:

AN: Firstly, Happy New Year!!!! Secondly, sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors, my English is shit. My friend helps me edit sometimes but her schedule is very busy. Thank you for your patience! And lastly, thank you guys for all your wonderful comments and all the love you've shown this fic! It helps me so much to see that people are enjoying what I write and it gives me so much motivation to write the next chapter! Thanks for all the love!!! Here's the alphabet and translations are always in the end notes! :) A=𝜩, B=𝜣, C=𝝃, D=𝛴, E=𝜓, F=𝝇, G=𝝋, H=𝝺, I=𝛃, J=𝝣, K=𝝥, L=𝟄, M=𝟇, N=𝞖, O=𝝠, P=𝝮, Q=𝞈, R=𝞀, S=𝞏, T=𝞔, U=𝞒, V=𝞃, W=𝝸, X=𝞹, Y=𝞾, Z=𝞙

Yesterday, once James had left the lab, it seemed that the two men couldn’t focus on their work. So they went home, under the decided reasoning that the past two weeks were wearing them all out. Jayce and Viktor weren’t strangers to late nights or working themselves to the bone. They also weren’t strangers to long periods of time where they couldn’t have sex; Hextech was their baby, it had required lots of time and energy, especially in the early days but now thankfully their baby was starting to grow up and didn’t require their attention 24/7.

Which is why when they got home they both raced for their bedroom and once inside, started, to put it as nicely as possible, started fucking like rabbits. They figured they had a good two hours before James was home and made sure to put that time to use. When they heard the door slam they had just finished a couple minutes before and both men were lying on bed catching their breaths. They took a second to put their clothes back on to look presentable but when they went into the living room she was nowhere to be found. They called out her name and upon hearing no response they opened her door to find her sleeping form on her bed. Assuming she was as exhausted as they were from the week, they chose to leave her sleeping soundly.

The first thing Jayce and Viktor had noticed the next morning was all the sticky notes James had put up were now gone. Jayce missed the little picture that stood in the foyer, the one James had drawn on the second day of her being here. The drawing of the three of them together made their apartment feel more homely and its absence was the most notable aspect.

The next thing they noticed was that James had made them all breakfast but only two dishes were on the counter, the third was already washed and drying. While the two ate breakfast, Viktor missed their routine of eating all together.

The third thing they noticed was a piece of paper in between their dishes. It said, “I go library, I study there, I come home at 8”.

The two men felt uneasy to say the least.

“Do you think something is wrong?” Viktor asked the younger man

“No it’s probably just us overthinking it” Jayce said without his usual air of confidence.

“She’ll come home tonight” The statement was made seemingly as self-reassurance more than anything else.

Their day proved to be less than productive. Viktor spent the day waiting for James to come up to his workspace and ask him something or just have a conversation. While Jayce would keep asking James to pass him a tool, his hand stretched out waiting for the tool to be placed in it only to realize, in embarrassment, that she wasn’t there and he had his hand out waiting for nothing.

When they got home Viktor decided to make a specialty dish of Zaun, one that was rich with warm spices and brought comfort to him even as he had grown older. He wasn’t sure if he made it to comfort himself, Jayce or James.

The two men waited till James came home to eat. When she walked through the door and saw them, Viktor swore he saw something like disappointment cross her face.

“You’re home! Let’s eat!” Jayce moves to the table, excited to see James and at the prospect of eating.

“Oh, um I am not hungry, I will 𝜓at dinner later” She walks to her room leaving no room for discussion, closing the door behind her.

Jayce and Viktor look at each other, the former trying to keep a pout off his face and the latter trying not to look disheartened for the sake of his partner.

“I-....I am sure she has had a long day. Let us give her space” Viktor says hesitantly

They ate in mostly silence trying not to let their mood take hold, but if anyone else had been in that room, they would have wondered if the two men were a pair of kicked puppies.

When they went to bed around 12, the only indication that James was even in the house was the warm light sneaking out from the bottom of her door.

The next day isn’t better.

Just like yesterday, there was breakfast and a note. Today, it read slightly differently. It read, “I went to library, I study there, I come home at 8, do not wait for me to eat”. The last line felt like a slap to the face. They had done something to offend her and now she didn’t even want to eat with them anymore.

The same unproductive day passes. They eat dinner and wait read afterwards on the couch. When James comes home, Jayce pops off the couch.

“Do you wanna come to the forge with me tomorrow? It's a great way to relieve stress and it’s a ton of fun!” he asks as casually as he can (but let’s be realistic here, this is Jayce, it was about 3 degrees removed from casual).

“I w𝝠uld like to but I have to study” James responds and just like the night before leaves no room for argument.

They are left crestfallen in the living room.

“She seems to be improving her Piltovian very quickly, she is probably running off that energy and enthusiasm” Viktor offers tonight.

The third day passes the same.

Caitlyn comes to visit the lab and to see James everyone. She becomes as miserable as Jayce and Viktor when she realises James isn’t there.

Tonight, when James comes home, the boys can see her eyes look sunken in and red from strain. When Viktor suggests they go to a café for a quick study break in the afternoon, it’s met with rejection, no excuse this time.

When she closes her door, Viktor has no words of comfort to offer tonight. Jayce and Viktor head to bed for a night of restless sleep.

The fourth day is the worst by far.

Viktor doesn’t even think he writes a full complete sentence that day. Jayce takes two breaks midday to head to the forge and blow off steam while Viktor takes a nap in the lab. When they get home, they go to bed early.

Jayce thinks he wakes up sometime around 4 in the morning with his throat feeling parched, so he makes his way to the kitchen. He’s stopped by the sight of James sitting and studying at the table, however her eyes are glazed over and it doesn’t look like she’s even reading what’s on the page. He takes a moment to observe her. Her appearance sucks the air from his lungs. Her face looks drawn, almost sickly. The same cheeks that once held a rosy colour and fullness, are now missing, and he would have thought someone punched her with how dark her eyes looked.

He approached the kitchen making his steps louder so as to not scare her with his presence. She heard him but the only acknowledgement he got was a glance up and then a look of shame. When he filled his glass up at the sink, he also saw her dinner dish sitting by the side; some of it had been eaten but definitely not enough to fill anyone. He hesitated on going back to bed. He didn’t know what was happening to James, he didn’t know what to say or do. In the end he walked to his room.

He may not know what was happening but he would tell Viktor in the morning and whatever it was they would fix it together.

When they wake in the morning, he tells Viktor what he saw; This wasn’t the one or two off days they thought it might be on the first day, it was more serious than that and if they didn’t do something about it soon James looked like she might just fade away.

“I think we made her uncomfortable. Maybe we pushed her too hard or it was all too new, too soon” Viktor theorised.

“We’ll apologize tonight and make this right” Jayce to Viktor’s hand in his, trying to soothe his partner.

The only thing holding Viktor together through the day was knowing that she would come back home.

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James doesn’t come home.

8 o’clock passes and soon 9 o’clock too.

At 10, they go looking for her.

They find her slumped over a desk with notes and books scattered on the table. In the dead of the library no one has noticed the sleeping woman. Jayce and Viktor share a look of concern before waking her.

Her head jolts up.

“What are you doing here?” she questions in alarm.

“James, it’s 10:20, you did not come home. We thought something had happened to you” Viktor replies

Her face contorts in distress. She covers a hand over her mouth.

“I am so sorry, 𝝠𝝺 𝟇𝞾 𝝋𝝠𝛴, 𝛃’𝟇 𝞏𝝠 𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾!” Her eyes starting to water as she talks “I did not know, I 𝟄𝝠𝞏𝞔, 𝝇𝞒𝝃𝝥! I lost the time, I fell asleep”

“James it is okay, we were just worried” Viktor takes her hand, trying to provide her a modicum of comfort.

Jayce, standing away from James, had been unusually quiet since the moment they found her.

“Why are you doing this?” He finally speaks. James looks up at him. His face is scrunched in frustration.

“What?” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you spending every single hour of the day studying? Why aren’t you sleeping or eating? Why are you avoiding us? Did we do something wrong? Tell us so we can fix it because it’s not fair to us. We can’t fix what we’ve done if we don’t know what it is” His voice rising with desperation.

Her head hangs down as shame fills her body. When she meets his eyes again, Jayce wishes he kept his mouth closed as he sees tears fall down her face.

“I am a 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖…. a burden here, I am a 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖 to you. All I have done is interrupt your lives, eat your food, live in your 𝝺𝝠𝟇𝜓, your house. I do not have way to pay back, to give back” She tries to hold her voice steady but it waivers. She wraps her arms around her body, one hand rubbing her bicep to self-soothe “𝛃 𝞖𝜓𝜓𝛴, I need to learn fast, I need to find way home, so I do not bother you anymore, so you do not hate me. I do not want you to hate me, I can’t- ”

She’s cut off by Jayce pulling her into his arms. As the shock wears off, silent sobs wrack her body as she relaxes into the hug. Her head rests in the crook of his neck as he tries to hold her as tight as he can, worried if he lets go she might disappear.

He only loosened his arms to welcome Viktor, who looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting to comfort her somehow. They don’t know how long the three of them stand there embraced, but her tears eventually ease up and they pull apart. Viktor places his hands on her cheeks and uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Viktor is the first to speak

“You are not a burden, you are not a bother and we do not hate you. I do not think we could hate you even if you tried.” Viktor says gently but firmly, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “You are a new welcome inclusion into our lives, not an interruption”

Jayce holds her hand and adds “You don’t need to pay us or give something back. We’re helping you because you’re our friend. If you want to learn Plitovian to get home that’s fine but don’t think you have to learn because we don’t want you here. We want you to stay with us for as long as you want to”

“I am s𝝠rry”

“No sorrys, you have nothing to apologize for,” Viktor holds her hand in his right as he guides her to the exit “Let us go home, yes? I believe one of us still needs to eat”

As they walk home, the two men never let go of her hand. She’s trapped in her own thoughts going over the events of the night and the past couple days. Jayce stops her before she can fall too far down the rabbit hole of her mind.

“I can hear you thinking too much,” He gently squeezes her hand, “we want you here.”

James looks at him almost like she believes him but there’s still a hint of doubt there. Viktor senses this and speaks up.

“How about this? When you feel like you are intruding or being a burden or anything else, ask me. Ask us. And we will tell you. Honestly”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, here like this” Viktor’s eyes shimmered with mirth, “Jayce did you drink the last of my sweetmilk last week?”

“Yes” he grumbled under his breath, his signature pout now apparent on his face. James giggled at his confession and quickly Jayce’s pout was replaced by a soft smile at seeing her laugh again.

When they arrived home, she ate and once she reassured the boys she would be okay, they all went to bed. Well, minus Jayce who tossed and turned for 2 hours before going to sleep on the couch. He wanted to make sure James went to sleep and didn’t get up in the middle of the night. He worried if she was too far away she’d leave the house again but this time she’d disappear and he would never see her again.

Notes:

Oh my god, I’m so sorry! = 𝝠𝝺 𝟇𝞾 𝝋𝝠𝛴, 𝛃’𝟇 𝞏𝝠 𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾!, Lost, fuck! = 𝟄𝝠𝞏𝞔, 𝝇𝞒𝝃𝝥!, burden = 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖, Home = 𝝺𝝠𝟇𝜓, I need = 𝛃 𝞖𝜓𝜓𝛴

Taglist: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore

#reader insert #original female character #arcance #arcane jayce #jayce arcane #jayce x reader #jayce x viktor x reader #jayvik #jayce x viktor #viktor arcane

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cq-studios · 1 year ago

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This one screenshot has so much I want to talk about in it so I’m gonna babble about it below the cut

(TLDR: CQ geeks out about translating the Scala Language)

Okay, so first off I’d like to say how much I love the newspaper vibe they are going for and achieving with menus. It has me gnawing on the walls. There’s just Scala Script (the Scala language, for clarity’s sake) everywhere and my code breaking brain is eating it up.

Speaking of which here’s what I’ve been able to translate so far (out of what I’ve been able to make out… the writing is pretty scuffed up in places and it’s not the highest quality image lol)

So the first thing I’d like to focus on are the banners. Each one has something written in Scalian underneath. Those things in order of left to right are “Daily”, “Item”, and “Avatar”, which uh, makes sense lol.

I think it’s a little strange that “Item” is the only one that isn’t exactly translated… like did they just forget the “S”?

On a more interesting note though, this one for one translation here means we now have an official Scalian character for “V”. Unfortunately the character used is pretty scrapped away, so I can’t be 100% sure, but I do think I know which character is used.

(Click/tap on the images below… for whatever reason they were just not formatting correctly)

I also considered it being the one below, but because of the location of the flecks I lean more towards the first one.

I also might have translated another new Scalian character but I’m not sure…

See, on the bar at the top of the screen it says “[unknown character]ho[same unknown character]colates”. I spent at least an hour trying to find out all the possible English words what it could be. I just filled in the blanks tried anagrams, the whole shebang (except for trying that with the other languages that are most likely to be used. Those being Japanese, for obvious reasons, and Latin, which has been used in Scala Script before on the manhole covers in KH3 Scala) and came out with one possible word: Chocolate.

And I must be wrong because that makes no sense, but in case I’m right, it’s here.

I tried to cross reference with KH3 signs to no avail so I’m a bit stumped…

Maybe the little blurb on the other side makes it make sense but it’s too blurry for me to read.

Next up I’ll talk about the “Weather”.

The top text is decently clear so I was able to work that out pretty quickly (pros of being fluent in this fictional language I guess lol) and thanks to that clear text I was actually able to make out a bit more of what was below it than I would’ve otherwise. See, the smaller letters are pretty blurry but I’m able to vaguely make them out. The “L” and “W” were what I caught first and I filled in the blank between pretty fast with some pretty simple connections. Once I’d seen that I realized that there was probably a high there too, and there do seem to be “H”s on either side of the word above it… and a “G”… and an “I” (I think, I was trying to double check but my iPad has significantly worse image quality than my computer).

As for the temperature, I tried my best but the numbers are probably inaccurate. They are very blurry.

Last but not least, here are a few of my smaller notes.

I’m a big fan of the Moogle stamp, but I could not tell you what the first word on that thing is. The second is “news”, clear as day but the first word doesn’t have any characters I recognize other than the “S”. I tried coming up with possibilities through context but I’m drawing a blank.

I also love the little Potion and Elixir advertisement in the bottom corner. Like, I’m so charmed by the art for it. That being said though, I also have no clue what the text next to this one says. I’m sure it’s an onomatopoeia of some sort but once again my brain wasn’t working with me.

If you guys have any ideas please let me know. I always love to have discussions and help.

(Also I know I left a whole text box out… I honestly have nothing to say about that. Not enough characters I recognize to decipher anything at this point)

#AHHHHHHHH I’M LOOSING MY MIND IM SO EXCITED FOR ML #Like this ramble is just a small taste of where my brain has been all day #so many thoughts not enough time to write them all #kh #kingdom hearts #khml spoilers #khml #sometimes i think about ml

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jokertrap-ran · 5 months ago

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Kashu Remu (Chemistry) Route Translations (Part 14)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ‘ ‘ are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

Hina: …

Hina: (My fever finally let up, so I'm back in school after a long break…)

Hina: (But I still don't know how I should face Kashu-sensei when I see him again.)

Hina: (I'll just have to make do with sneaking around so that he doesn't spot me…)

???: Morning!

Hina: Eek!?

Friend A: Yikes!

Hina: G-Good morning!

Friend A: Ah, sorry. Did I scare you?

Hina: No, don't be. I'm the one who got spooked. It's just been a while since I've been back in school, so I'm a little jumpy.

Friend A: I see, I see. Well, you WERE gone for a week. How are you now? Are you feeling better from the cold?

Hina: Yeah, I'm all good now. Thanks for asking.

Friend A: That's great to hear! You were gone for so long that I was starting to worry!

Hina: Sorry for worrying you.

Hina: (Yikes, that really caught me by surprise.)

Hina: (I was so worried about what to do if I ran into Kashu-sensei that I ended up overreacting to the smallest things…)

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Kuzuha: Sup, Kawana. Feels like it's been a long time since I last saw your face around.

Hina: Wha-!?

Friend A: Oh! Good morning, Kuzuha-sensei!

Hina: Oh… it's just you, Kuzuha-sensei. You really scared me there. Good morning.

Kuzuha: Hey, hey, are you sure you're okay? I wasn't expecting to spook you that badly.

Hina: S-Sorry. I guess I'm just nervous after being absent from school for so long…

Kuzuha: What's with that? Don't tell me you're still down with that cold you had.

Hina: No. Thank you for your concern, but I've already recovered from the flu.

Kuzuha: That's good then.

Hina: Ahaha… Well, my health might be better after being forced to stay put for a week, but I can't say the same for everything else.

Kuzuha: Well, but since you've already come all the way here… Stop standing around or you're gonna be late.

Hina: R-Right.

Kuzuha: See ya.

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Hina: …Phew.

Hina: (I can't even tell him to his face that I'd mistaken him for Kashu-sensei when they don't even look alike.)

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Friend A: Hina-chan?

Hina: Ah, I'm coming!

Hina: (It must be because of the nightmare I had. Why am I subconsciously looking for him despite not wanting to see him?)

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Friend A: Bye, see you tomorrow!

Female Student A: Bye!

Hina: Hmm… Classes have already ended for the day, yet I’ve not spotted Kashu-sensei even once.

Hina: (Wait, but I don’t want to see him, so doesn’t this work out for me?)

Hina: (So why am I even trying to find him? Or do I go find him first, and leave before he spots me? )

Hina: (Hmm… Wonder if that’s better? I don’t really understand myself.)

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Hina: Oh, sorry. I got caught up in my… thoughts.

Kashu: …

Hina: …!?

Hina: K-Kashu-sensei… H-Hello.

Kashu: …

Kashu: Hello, how are you doing?

Kashu: Goodbye then.

Hina: Wait, huh…? That’s it?

Hina: (Something seems off about him… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that peeved.)

Hina: (Although I don’t really understand him half the time, he always seemed to be enjoying himself, and he’s always yapping on and on about his experiments.)

Hina: Um… D-Did something happen? Are you mad? But, why are you mad…?

Hina: (His attitude didn’t change even after I yelled at him previously.)

Hina: (It would make sense if he’d reacted like this last time, but I don’t think that’s the reason why he’s mad now. Kuzuha-sensei also said that there wasn’t anything he could do…)

Hina: Did something happen while I was absent from school?

Hina: But what could have made such an impact on him? I don’t understand…

Hina: (Hmm… Isn’t it weird for him to be so mad when I’m the one who’s supposed to be angry here?)

Hina: (But… I suppose there’s not much I can do either, but I’m so very curious…)

What should I do?

⊳Choice: Go see Kashu-sensei ⊳Choice: Go participate in Club Activities

#bad medicine infectious teachers #bad medicine infectious teachers game #otome #rejet #translations #kashu remu #tojo kairi #shido kaname #yanagi ryota #kuzuha kakeru #nagihara taiki

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rjalker · 9 months ago

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sarcasm: thanks Edgar Rice Burroughs. End sarcasm.

I used a random syllable generator to fill out the rest of the alphabet, under the assumption that ERB is not going to bother to enlighten us to the names of any other letters.

[brackets = randomly generated by me to fill out the alphabet, avoiding the letter J since it appears the anthropoids do not use that sound.]

Bu = male, or upper case

Mu = female, or lower case

A = [wu]

B = de

C = [ka]

D = mo

E = [ti]

F = [vu]

G = la

H = [ri]

I = [ba]

J = [aw]

K = [iv]

L = [oz]

M = [yo]

N = [du]

O = tu

P = [na]

Q = [za]

R = [be]

S = [ki]

T = [ad]

U = [ih]

V = [gu]

W = [pa]

X = [ug]

Y = ro

Z = [ta]

so with this, "Tarzan" would be pronounced

Buadmuwumubemutamuwumudu

or, to simplify

Buadwubetawudu

or, simplest,

Adwubetawudu

now I want a story where D'arnot's like "oh, hey, you can read English, right? Will you read this to me? I can't see it in the dark but I know your eyes are better than mine" and hands him a letter or something.

And then Tarzan proceeds to pronounce the word "The" as "Buadmurimuti".

dear writers. if you're going to tell us some letters of the alphabet, please tell us all of them. at once. I want to know.

this is all public domain btw. Edgar Rice Burroughs came up with the idea in *checks date* 1919, and I just literally used various random syllable generators to fill out the rest.

if anyone knows how to make a simple generator where people can type in whatever it is they want and then it'll get automatically translated to this, let me know. that would be cool.

#linguistics #conlangs #Rjalker reads Tarzan #Jungle Tales of Tarzan #long post #ask to tag #public domain #conlang #ciphers #? maybe

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letstalkloz · 3 years ago

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Languages and Alphabets in The Legend of Zelda

With summer break right around the corner for a lot of people, I figured now was the best time to share a fun project to keep you occupied: Learn a language.

No, this isn't a pitch to make you download Duolingo.

There are a handful of different alphabets to learn from The Legend of Zelda franchise, some of which follow the Japanese language system, and some that follow the English language system (if your native language still uses the Latin alphabet, you can use the ones that translate into English). I'm only going to focus on the Latin alphabet based ones for this post, but if you're curious about the Japanese based ones, look up the Hylian scripts from Ocarina of Time and Wind Waker.

The one I'm fluent in, and the one I recommend most people start with, is the Hylian script that comes from Twilight Princess (shown above). A lot of the letters, such as B, H, and S all have a similar look to their Latin counterparts. There are some weird ones, like A and M having a similar look to one another, but overall there isn't much to trip you up with this one. My best tip of advice is write your own key so you get used to seeing the letters in your handwriting, and then start translating text you are familiar with.

One that I tried to become fluent in and failed is another one based on the Latin alphabet, but instead of Hylian, it is the language of the Gerudo (shown above). While the Hylian in Twilight Princess has some Latin similarities, Gerudo gets a little tricky with the flowy letters. There are some letters that look similar enough to their Latin counterparts, such as B, L, and P, but then you have some that look like a completely different letter, such as U looking like the Latin F. If you're up for the challenge though, this script is fun to write out.

There is another Hylian script that we see in Skyward Sword (shown above) that is based on the Latin alphabet, but this one is a little harder to learn, the main reason being the repeating letters. You'll notice that D and W, G and Q, I and X, O and Z, and P and T share characters, so spelling and reading can be confusing. Memorizing these also comes with a similar challenge we see in the Gerudo language where some letters look like different Latin letters, such as K resembling the Latin J.

One of the more difficult Latin alphabet based languages comes from Breath of the Wild and it is the ancient Sheikah script (shown above). While it looks very nice in game, hand writing this language is a pain, and there are not many tips or tricks I have to offer in regards to learning it. The only letter that I would say looks close enough to its Latin counterpart is Z, but even then, it could be mistaken for the Latin S. The numbers 0-9 share too many similarities design wise, especially 0 and 5, and the punctuation looks like other letters or numbers. I'd say unless you've already learned the other Latin based languages, or unless you're obsessed with the Sheikah clan, I would hold off on this one.

If you want a language to learn from Breath of the Wild, I would suggest Hylian (shown above) over Sheikah. Warning, it is very similar to Skyward Sword's Hylian, but not all of the symbols are the same. Remember how K in Skyward Sword's Hylian resembled the Latin J? That same symbol is used here, only this time it really does mean J. There is still the issue of letters sharing symbols here too though, like E and W, F and R, J and T, and O and Z. Again, this can make it difficult for spelling and reading, but if you're stubborn, I say go for it!

Alright, that's five different alphabets to choose from. Like I said, I suggest starting with the Twilight Princess Hylian, but if one of the other ones intrigues you more, give that one a shot! I'm going to try and finally master Gerudo once my own summer break hits in 2 weeks. Let me know if you plan on trying any of these out, or if you've already mastered one, feel free to share your own advice to those just starting! And to those of you just starting- good luck!

#the legend of zelda #loz #hylian #sheikah #gerudo

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hellothere-generalangsty · 4 years ago

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The Bad Batch - Quart d’Heure Américain

Summary: In French, we use the expression “quart d’heure Américain” (lit. “American quarter”; I think it’s “Lady’s choice” in English) to talk about that moment during an evening out/ a party where they play slows and couples dance together (very sweet and romantic, yes)

So here is the Quart d’Heure Américain, Bad Batch Edition™

Pairing: Crosshair x reader; Echo x reader; Hunter x reader; Tech x reader; Wrecker x reader; the Bad Batch x reader

Reader description: f!reader [she/her], no real physical description

Word Count: 5463 words

CW/ TW: Nothing, just pure fluff and cute relationships (some established, one not quite yet) also there’s a LIL BIT of someone being sad/ a LIL BIT in pain BUT promise it doesn’t last and it gets all soft

Tags: @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @allamarisss

@imalovernotahater @murdertoothpick (if you want to be added to the tag list for future stories/ if you want to be removed and not tagged again, please let me know! )

Notes: This is for you all, because you deserve it and I hope it’ll sooth whatever you need soothed; and here is a quote that quite grasp the concept of this small fic

“Quand je danse, je danse” –Montaigne (“when I dance, I dance”; enjoy the moment and don’t think about anything else)

Crosshair: Something Stupid – Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra (1177 words)

Had someone asked you beforehand, you never would have been able to tell that Crosshair was an amazing dancer. You didn’t expected him to invite you out that night, especially not when everyone in town was speaking about this Dancing Night. But he did, and now he was next to you, moving like he had done it all his life.

“You’re doing great, mesh’la,” he complimented as you tripped on your feet.

“I already told you,” you nodded a thank you when he helped you get back up, “I don’t understand Mando’a.”

Well, you did, but only a few words. You grew used to them, because Crosshair would use them all the time when speaking to you, but never once did he told you what they meant. So you did what every logical person would have done, and asked Tech.

“Well, mesh’la could be translated to ‘beautiful’, and cyare to something like ‘love’ or ‘my heart’. Why you asking?”

“I heard that on the radio, in a song once and I just wanted to know what it meant. Thanks Tech!”

And you had left him as soon as he was done explaining their meaning to you, because the more you stayed here, the more he could guess why you really asked. But you didn’t want Crosshair to stop calling you mesh’la or cyare. It sounded so peculiar when he would whisper it close to your ear as he would walk behind you; “out of my way mesh’la”, “you truly are a lost cause, cyare”. It wasn’t really a lie not to tell him you knew; more of a covered truth.

The song changed and went from a catchy tone to a slower, more sensual one. Crosshair waited for you to come to him before gently grasping your waist, a hand holding your own, fingers folded around yours. He pulled you closer, so close you could feel his chest moving according to his breath. You looked straight at him, trying to decipher his expression, to find any feeling uncovered behind those bewitching whisky eyes.

“Are you scanning me?” he softly asked.

“Maybe.” you confessed. “I want to know what’s going on behind this pretty face.”

It slipped out. You didn’t mean to say that; yes, he had a pretty face, yes you meant it, but-

“I think, about you mostly.”

Ho.

“You’re…pretty.” He sharply nodded, as a way to keep up his facade. You almost tripped over again, so taken aback by his little confession.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “sorry, I- that’s very… very kind of you to say.”

He didn’t say anything, but the grip on your waist tightened. You decided to try it, and slowly came to rest your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating, muffled by the layers of skin and cloth. You felt a cold spot on your waist, and a hand brushing your hair off of your face, tucking them behind your ear before resting on your shoulder.

You couldn’t yet guess it, but he was craving for more, he wanted you closer to him, wanted to bury his face in your neck, hum your scent and kiss you all the way to your jawline, your cheek, the tip of your nose; and your lips.

But never once did he flinch, or let out any sign of his heart bleeding to feel you so close, yet so out of reach. Instead he held you there, slowly leading the dance, almost silently telling you to “move left, come back to me, and left again; great job mesh’la”.

He couldn’t yet guess it, but you were craving for more. More Mando’a’s nicknames, more gentle touch on your face and body, maybe a bit of appreciation in his eyes, a bit of love on his mouth.

And you thought you could hold on, spend the night glued to his body, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the delicacy of his moves; and still be able to pull out a straight face, to pretend mesh’la and cyare were unknown words to you, that your heart wasn’t racing at the sole thought of getting more.

But you didn’t.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”.

It slipped out tenderly, purposefully. And this time, he almost tripped on his feet.

“What did you say?”

You raised your head, taking a small step back to look at him in the eyes.

“I said I love you, but I guess my accent sucks a bit. I- I asked Tech about it last time.” You confessed in a small voice.

Crosshair couldn’t even speak anymore. He completely stopped moving, staring at you like you were the only one here, with him.

“Look, we can just…forget about it if yo-”

“Shut up.”

Your eyes widened at the command, and nothing could have prepared you to the devastatingly exquisite sensation of his lips brushing against yours before completely diving in. Nothing could compare to the fire in your belly, to the sweet bite on your lower lip, his teeth briefly pulling on it before letting go; and the overwhelming sensation filling your mouth as his tongue caressed yours in a heated, terribly slow kiss.

None of you could pull away; if he tried to release your lips, you would dive right back in, and if you gasped for air he would barely give you time to breathe before coming back to you. He couldn’t resist the urge to hold you tight in his arms, and you were too afraid of letting go so you firmly held his face against yours.

You felt his weight shifting to the left, then to the right, and once again you followed his lead. You felt it, the uncontrollable grin against your mouth, and the way he spin round with you, making sure no one else but you existed in that moment.

When you finally let go of each other, you were both heavily breathing, and a mutual stare was enough to get you both chuckling like kids.

Yes, you loved him, with all of your heart and soul, and you would gladly learn more Mando’a if it got you that type of enthusiastic reaction every time you did so.

“Your accent is actually quite cute,” he managed to tell you, and your smile only grew wider, and his eyes only got lovelier. “But maybe you should say it again, just in case it was luck.”

“I sure will, but I think I need you to tell me; how do you say it, again?”

He shook his head, both defeated and amused.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”, you repeated, and he nodded in approval. “I think I won this round.”

“You did.”

He grabbed your arms and pulled you closer, leaving small misses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your lips. The song was over; it had been for a few minutes now; but you didn’t care. Crosshair was still dancing with you, his hands on your back, a smile on his face; and maker he was even more handsome when he smiled. You had him, and he had you, and you were glad you said something as stupid and childish, and sincere and deep as this.

I love you.

Echo: Everybody Loves Somebody – Dean Martin (1168 words)

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Echo’s voice tickled your ear, making you smile. Your eyes had no trouble getting used to the light outside; it was dusk already, and a small campfire was gently crackling a few meters away from the Havoc Marauder. Earlier that day, you made a stop on an isolated planet to get some supplies and land foot for the night. It was a quiet place, mostly villages and beautiful landscapes, covered in grass, moss, and flowers like you’d never seen before.

Echo asked you to wait inside, and it had been almost an hour, but now that you were standing here…

“Is it…Did you do that for me?”

“I’d dare say for us,” Echo smiled, “today is a special day for us, remember?”

Ho.

“You forgot, right?”

“Echo, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Don’t be! I kinda hoped you would, this way it could be a real surprise for you.”

You couldn’t quite tell what about him always got you flustered. Maybe the way he was fondly looking at you, or the softness in his voice when he whispered “Surprise!”, or how he left your side for a moment, bending over the blanket to grab a small package before giving it to you.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you quietly confessed.

“Take it.”

You accepted the gift, giving him another look of apology, but all you saw in his eyes was…something soft – soft and loving.

You carefully unwrapped the paper, exposing a Tooka plush, proudly wearing the colours of the Bad Batch.

“I thought it was more than time for you to have your own.” he said as he got closer to you, a smile glued to his face. “Do you like it?”

You barely nodded, too occupied trying to decipher your gift. The limbs were gracefully mixing a red and black pattern, and the symbol of the Republic’s paramedic had been carefully stitched in white, where the heart should be. You softly stroke it, the tip of your finger following the edges of the seam.

“I.. I love it,” you couldn’t help but smile at the attention. “I’ll call him Handsome Jr.”

“Whatever pleases you, love.”

You shifted you attention to Echo, the lovely grin on his face making your heart melt even more. You closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist, just above his prosthetics. He held you against his chest, resting his chin on your head.

“I’ll get you something tomorrow, I’ll be up before the sun.”

“I already have everything I need, cyare.”

“Echo…,” you chuckled, “I don’t want you to get nothing. It’s an important date for us.”

“Well, if you insist…There is something you could do for me.”

“Anything, Handsome.”

He waited an instant, savouring your embrace.

“Would you dance with me? The way we did that night?”

You remembered that night. It was quite some time ago, before the Citadel. Echo invited you to the base you were both settled in for the night, on Corusant. His general gave his troopers a night off, and his first thought was to take you out on a date. You remembered the way Fives came up your office, panting, still fully armoured, and asked you to follow him. You didn’t know it at the time, but Echo and some of his brothers were taking care of decorating and preparing dinner.

You remembered the cantina being empty, except for a table with two plates and beautiful flowers in a glass way too small for them; and how every clone you had crossed path with in the hallway innocently smiled at you. They knew, obviously, but none of them made any comment, only wishing you a good night.

You remembered Echo, blacks on and slightly stylised for the occasion, offering his hand to you for a dance. And you repeated the answer you gave him that night.

“Of course, Handsome. I’d love that.”

He took a step back, looking at you intensely, falling in love all over again with the shape of your face, the light in your eyes, and the delicacy of your lips. He wanted to kiss them, so badly, but there was still something to do before that.

A static sound resonated behind you, and a voice emerged from it.

“Not that- The other one, Tech.” Echo threw a look at his brother, who was already changing the station, until he got the right one. He then barely let slip a “Pretend I don’t exist.” before disappearing inside the ship.

“Sounds familiar,” you joked, thinking about the way Fives did the same things all those years ago.

“Some things never change, right?”

You didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence; his eyes were speaking for him. He brought you closer, his prosthetic arm gently pressing your waist as his left hand held yours. The Citadel changed him, but deep down he was; and would always be, your Echo.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty boy,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Some things indeed never change.”

He chuckled and started moving his legs, inviting you to follow his lead. He never really had a chance to dance since he joined the Bad Batch, but tonight; tonight was all he needed. Holding you close, smelling your hair, delicately balancing you on your left, a step back, on your left, a step back…

“Your love made it worth waiting.”

You slowly raised your head until you could look at him. His eyes were shining, wet from the emotion, filled with adoration and fond memories of you both. You smiled, trying to swallow the knot forming in your throat. His hold on you was so gentle, his smile so sincere. You knew he was falling in love with you all over again. You knew, because you were too.

You let your hand slide to his neck, pushed yourself on your tiptoes until you could feel his warm breath tickling your face. He tightened his grip, pressing his lips against yours, abandoning himself in your arms, making you feel like nothing but you mattered.

His kiss was gentle, he took the time to taste you, for the first time, the hundredth, the thousandth; it didn’t matter. Even after all these years, he couldn’t get used to the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, the dizziness in his head and the knots in his stomach when you were confessing, wordlessly, your love for him.

Nothing broke you apart. The sun could go down, the song could stop, but none of it mattered, because all you truly needed was each other.

“Waiting for someone like you.” you finally replied.

“Waiting for you, and only you.”

You kissed him again, taking great delight in the sensation of your pounding heart, of his tongue against yours, of his hand letting go of yours to slim on your waist, down to you hip, finding his way to the back of your pant.

He was all you ever needed.

Hunter: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye (989 words)

“Everyone, out, let’s go.”

Hunter waved his hand toward the door, a tired, maybe a bit painful expression glued to his face. Hi brothers obeyed, knowing what it meant, and left the room in silence. You tried to copy them, because you knew Hunter was getting overwhelmed by his senses; it happened sometimes, and you knew you couldn’t sooth his pain by remaining with him. But he firmly pressed his hand against your chest.

“Not you.”

Echo closed the door behind the two of you, giving you a sympathetic look before disappearing behind the grey metal sliding. Hunter tilted his head back until it touched the cold wall behind him, letting a long sigh slip from between his lips.

“Could you turn off the light, please?” he barely whispered to you, eyes closed.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t say, and switched the light off. All that remained was the small, dim blue light above your head. Tech had it installed after a bad power cut that lasted three days. Hunted asked for the blue shade, because it was the one which was the less aggressive to his eyes. You liked it, because it nicely highlighted his features, blending his tattoo a bit more with his skin, making the marking look almost natural.

You could hear him, deeply inhaling, slowly exhaling; probably trying to sooth the pain away. After a moment, he opened his hand to you, and you gently took it, slightly stroking the skin on his palm with the tip of your thumb.

“Love you.”

You softly kissed his knuckles.

“Missed you, too.”

His voice was barely breaking the silence of the room, but you still heard him relaxing a bit more.

“Can you hug me, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, even if he truly wanted to. He managed to cut off sound and light, because he wanted to focus on your touch, and your touch only. And it felt great when your arms delicately wrapped him, when your body pressed against his, holding still as you listened to his heartbeat.

“Is it okay like this?” you asked, and he nodded, a light smile on his face. “I love you too.”

He straightened up his head, blindly stroking your back, his hand getting lower and lower…

“I see what this was all about.” And the smile in your voice betrayed you, and the chuckle he let out showed you he felt a bit better.

“I just wanted some time with you, sweet thing” Hunter stated, innocent.

“Well, here I am now, pretty boy.”

He finally opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to get used to the lighting, but immediately shifting his attention to you, your face. You were another kind of beautiful; the kind he could hold against him at night when he had troubles sleeping; the kind that could sit on his lap, telling him all about your day while he stroked your hair; the kind of beautiful that he never knew he could have.

He gave you a soft kiss, humming your scent as his lips brushed yours, and you tried as hard as you could not to make it too much for him. But how could you, when he tightened his embrace, humming to you that song you liked so much, when you could feel his warm breath against the crook of your neck, and his low, slightly raspy whispering in your ear.

“From that day on, I made a vow…” a kiss on your skin, “I’ll be there when you want me…” another kiss, gentle, loving.

He pushed himself away from the wall, his head buried against you, singing to you the way you liked it, and it came naturally to you both. He balanced you one side, you came back and led him to the other side, and you kept going like this, following the low rhythm of his voice, barely giggling when he would – more or less in a dramatic and theatrical movement – bend you over like in those holomovies, pressing kisses against your neck, your jawline, crawling his way back to your mouth.

That mouth. Hunter missed it so much, the way you moved it, the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, and the tight embrace as you tried to remember each curve, each spot; barely biting his lip to let you know you were here, you missed him too.

And you couldn’t help but fall in love again when he kept humming against you, when he led your hands to his lower back, a grin painting itself as they slid down the back of his pants.

“I love your heart,” he told you, lips on your skin, “the way it beats. I hear it pumping faster when I hold you, and- maker, I love it.”

He abandoned your neck for a moment, diving into your eyes like it was the first time ever, hypnotised by the blue reflection on your iris.

“I love you, the way you feel under my fingers,” he touched your face with the tip of his thumb, “the way your brush your hair over your shoulder, how you always come back to me when the lights are out and the night is still; I love you and your smile,” you granted him one, tender and oh so caring, “and your eyes, and your mouth. I love how you move your hips when you dance with me, how you crave for closeness, and how I can’t do anything but offer it to you every time, all the time.”

And you knew words couldn’t possibly offer a good answer, so you simply hummed back.

“Nothing could keep me from getting to you, baby.”

He let out a sweet laugh, kissing your nose and the top of your head, seeking for your embrace once again as you led him dancing.

“I know, sweetheart.”

And I love you for that, too.

Tech: My Guy (Single Version) Mary Wells (1078 words)

You didn’t expected Tech to ask you out tonight. He was usually quite content living around the Marauder, but when you walked next to that clothing shop, something ticked in him. He dragged you in, told you all about the different tissues, how the colours were applied, how the stitches on this dress were obviously done by Twi’leks because you see that little knot? This is a signature from the crafters, more precisely from the members of a tribe that moved around…

You loved hearing him talking. Sometimes you would ask him a question, fully aware of the answer, simply because you were eager to hear it coming from him. And every time, without any hesitation, he would answer with as much precision as possible. He probably didn’t know it, but it was one of the reason you fell for him.

“What about this one, cyar’ika?”

“This one would fit you perfectly.” he had held the dress against your body, bending his back to get a better look at it. “The colour matches your skin tone and the shape would really highlight the curves of your hips.”

“Then I’ll take this one.” You had nodded with a smile.

And now, a few hours later, you were wearing said dress while walking to the counter of the restaurant to order another drink. As the bartender was pouring a blue liquid in a fancy glass, a man smoothly accosted you.

“Were you sculpted out of Kyber crystal? Because you sure bring some light in here.”

“Thanks, but it’s mostly because my cyare chose that dress for me,” you confessed.

“Well, he sure have good tastes,” he took a step back and pursued, “may I ask which one of these…?”

He threw a look at the tables around, and you pointed to the one where Tech was visibly waiting for you, waving when he noticed you looking at him.

“Is it…Is it him?”

“It is indeed,” you fondly smiled.

“Well, at least he got some taste in dresses and women,” he conceded, visibly surprised by his “intellectual” look. But you couldn’t care less, because he didn’t had Wrecker’s body, or Hunter’s features; but he had soft shapes and sweet lips, he knew everything there was to know, and even more, because he loved learning almost as much as he loved you.

You grabbed your drinks and started walking away, only turning around to slide a little “Glad you recognise it” before returning to your table. When you pushed his glass in front of him, Tech gently grasped your hand.

“Thank you for the drink,” he glanced at your body, a little something lightening his eyes, “and for buying that dress. You really are the prettiest.”

“I couldn’t be that pretty if I didn’t have you to tell me all about cloths, you know.”

“Love, you could wear sheets and you’d still be the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.”

You slightly bent over, bringing his hand close to your lips, kissing his knuckles as a thank you. There was a brief silence, Tech analysing every inch of your face, so focused on the curves of your lips and the shape of your eyes that he stopped talking.

And you heard it. The soft music playing in a corner of the room. When you looked behind Tech, you noticed a jukebox, and a few people dancing. You got up, pulling on Tech’s arm to drag him with you to that part of the room. He tried to protest, but the way you moved in that dress, how it fell oh so delicately on your knees… He couldn’t resist.

He grabbed your waist, offering you a soft kiss on the cheek as you started swinging in rhythm, left, right, left, right, and a turn. In a second, you were barely touching his hand, and then you were pulled against him, spinning round until you crushed in his arms.

He chuckled, bewitched by your smile, your movements, and you could tell he only had eyes for you. Truth be told, he was all you could focus on too. Nothing could take your attention off your guy, because nothing could equal his lovely smile or the soft kisses he landed on your lips every time he pulled you against him before letting you spin away in rhythm.

“Cyar’ika, tell me all about dance.” You asked, panting a bit.

“Well, you have to be more precise, because there are a lot of dances out there,” he laughed, and you felt your heart melting at the warmth of his voice.

“Then tell me about all of them. Tell me about this one,” and you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing slowly to calm your racing heart.

“This one would be a form of slow dancing, quite far from the twists and swings you did earlier,” he confessed in your ear, making you shiver. “but initially it was a- well, it depends of the planet actually, but it was originally a ritual to make official a relationship between different people.”

“So if you danced with someone, it meant you had a certain relationship with them?”

He firmly grabbed your waist, lifting you for a few seconds as he turned round.

“Exactly, it meant you shared a profound bond with them, that you were able to get comfortable with them being very close to you…”, he let you spin away from him, “or very far.”

You proudly smiled at him, letting go of his hand and taking a step back. He understood what you intended to do and grounded himself, catching you up without any problem as you run into his arms.

“Well,” you muttered in the crook of his neck, “I don’t want to be far from you, smart boy.”

“And I don’t want you away from me, pretty girl.”

You lifted your head to look at his eyes, filled with love and appreciation. The music stopped as you filled the gap between the two of you, kissing him with the same energy you had dancing. You could feel him smiling against your lips, carrying you like you weighted nothing until you let go, sliding back onto your feet.

You kissed him once again, a gentler contact, taking your time to memorize the shape of his mouth, the soft touch of his hands on your hips, the smooth tone he used to tell you how fitting this dress was.

Yeah, nothing could compare to your guy, your Tech.

Wrecker: You Aksed Me To Be Yours – The Tymes (972 words)

You knew the mission was rough when Wrecker struggled to give you a full smile as you entered the cockpit. He was sitting there, all alone, and your heart got tight when you heard his low “hi, mesh’la”.

“You want to talk about it?”

He refused with a shake of his head, visibly upset.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I want you to stay. I- I need company.”

You quietly nodded, offering your hand to him, which he held close to his heart. You kissed the top of his head, softly rubbing his check with your free hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself rest on the embrace, taking a long, deep breath.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, “t’was a long day without you.”

“I’m here now.”

The remark made him smile a bit, as he realised that you were indeed here with him. He pulled you closer to him to hug you, straightening in his seat so you wouldn’t have to bend too much to snuggle in his arms.

“You smell good. You always smell good, it’s amazing.”

You slightly blushed, letting out an amused sigh. Even when things went wrong, he always found something positive to comment on. People usually looked at him as the “big dummy”, but you knew how sensitive and emotionally invested he really was, under all the muscles and loud exclamations.

“Do you think we could, like…get up for a bit?” he asked, hesitant.

“Sure, everything’s fine?” You let go of his grip and helped him get up. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yeah, t’s’all fine,” he murmured, “I just wanted us to stand.”

You rubbed his back, slow movements tracing imaginary lines and shapes against his blacks. He let out a sigh, tired yet satisfied. You felt the upper part of his body move; slightly at first, rocking from one side to the other. When he felt you following his lead, and with the absence of any question or remarks, he marked a more regular pace in his balancing.

You started humming, lips barely touching the skin on his neck, your warm breath tickling him until a light shiver shook his back. You left kisses, here and there, still humming the song you heard on the radio earlier that day. It was a beautiful ballad, something sweet about love and closeness. You found parts of Wrecker in the lyrics, and knew you’d have to sing it to him.

It wasn’t the first time Wrecker did something like that. Usually he would do it before going to bed, or after a long time away from you. He would grip you tight, whispering soft words to your ear, telling you how much he missed you, how pretty you were, how lucky he felt to have you in his life. But this time, you wanted to make that first move.

“I see that love is there, so real and so true…”

You felt his fingers tighten, then relax. The rocking slowly turned into a dance, moving step by step, never following a precise direction. Your voice was a balm to him, healing the wounds no one could see, covering his heart with warmth and love.

He slightly let go of you, just enough to dive into your eyes, scrutinizing the details in your iris, the way light reflected on them, adding to the sparkle they usually carried. You could see how his attention shifted from your eyes to your lips, then your eyes again, and the delicacy in his silent ask. You gave him your most heartfelt smile, and he leaned toward you, kissing you in a tender, desperate way, as if something or someone would come in at any moment and rip you both away from each other.

You let his tongue meet yours, dancing the way your bodies were. His hands left your waist, raising to cup your face and pulls you even closer to him. You held his wrists, preventing him from pulling away, savouring the taste of love coming out of his mouth.

He only broke the kiss when he truly needed to breathe, deeply inhaling and exhaling. You couldn’t stop a chuckle, to which he grinned.

“I know, I know…”

“How do you expect to kiss me if you faint?”

“I don’t know!” he laughed, his nose wrinkling in such a lovely way. You could read through him like an open book, and now you just knew he was contemplating how beautiful, and soft, and delicate you were. “I don’t know, I just want you. I want to hold you, and kiss you, and dance with you all night.”

You pecked his scarred cheek, nodded in approval.

“Then let’s dance all night, and hold onto each other, and kiss you breathless.”

He relaxed the tension in his shoulders, visibly happier than when you arrived.

“Can you sing that song again? I really liked it.”

His eyes gleamed with happiness when you took back where you stopped. You couldn’t tell if you got all the lyrics right, but it didn’t matter to Wrecker. You were here, ready to spend the whole night on your feet just to make him feel better, and it was already working so well. But he never told you so, too content to hug you and kiss you and feel you.

And you, of course you knew. But you played along, because you loved him so dearly, so profoundly that you could spend every night in this cockpit, humming and swinging with him, as long as you could feel his breath on your neck, his hands stroking your hair and your back, his lips pressing against your skin, where he knew he could get a shiver from you.

“Thank you, cyar’ika.”

“Anything for you, ner Wrecker.”

Anything for you.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it; it's really not the angsty stuff I was supposed to work on (that I will do now) but I guess I just had a soft spot for the boys tonight and the songs I listened to didn't help getting over this idea!

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Joshua Hong

A ⇴ AFFECTION

The closeness and connection that comes with affection is something that Joshua values the most. Building the physical connection with you is crucial to him, any time that he can hold you, he’ll take it in a heartbeat.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

It took a little while for Joshua to build up the courage to say hello when he spotted you in the restaurant. Your eyes had been on the noisy table for most of the night, unaware of his eyes on you. Several of the boys had picked up on him staring across at you, eventually pushing him to head over to you and introduce himself.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He wasn’t someone who tended to act quickly, Joshua took his time in getting to know you before he decided to confess to you. Joshua ended up confessing to you one evening when you stayed with him late at work. It was a small gesture, but you were clueless to just how much it meant to him. It was the final piece of the puzzle that was his heart in knowing that you were the one that he wanted to be able to call his.

D ⇴ DATES

Pretty much all of your dates ended up involving foodie, Joshua loved to take you out to dinner, or even try and cook something just the two of you. He definitely considers himself as one of the better cooks in the group and enjoys showing off to you just how talented he is. Dates at the dorm are definitely his favourite, and he loves to sit down and enjoy a meal with a movie too. Horror is usually his choosing, which is definitely not something that you approve of, but he’ll make you watch them anyway.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He was well aware he’d been painted as the gentleman before he even started dating, and he didn’t want to disappoint when he eventually began dating you. He didn’t want to ever disappoint you or be something that wasn’t expected. He was always making a conscious effort to hold the door for you or push you into your seat because the boys had hyped him up so much around you as the gentleman. No matter how many times you assured him he didn’t have to be that guy all the time, he still wanted to.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

His deal of being the gentleman translated into arguments too. No matter how angry you got over anything, Joshua would never raise his voice or insult you. Sure, there were times when he felt wronged or that you weren’t listening to him, but rather than get loud too, he’d just calmly explain to you how he was feeling. Fights were often overwhelming for you, and so he’d always be there to give you a hug and calm you down when you got yourself worked up, no matter just how frustrated he might have been in that moment. Regardless, Joshua always makes sure that he’s putting you first.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

It didn’t take long for his mum to arrive, desperate to meet you. Being an only child, his family wanted to make sure that he found someone that made him happy, and thankfully, he had. His mum especially visited a lot more often than before when you came into his life, she absolutely adored the two of you together.

H ⇴ HOME

After a couple of months, Joshua definitely began to explore moving out of the dorm. He wanted to be able to give you a space for the two of you, even if you assured him that you were happy being at the dorm, he always worried that you just said it. He knew he couldn’t live at the dorm forever too, especially when he had the chance to live with you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Joshua was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ at the end of one of your dates. He made sure to walk you all the way to your door, but just as you turned around to say goodbye, he came out with those three little words instead. You were definitely taken aback to begin with, but soon invited him into your home, not wanting to leave your date just yet.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Being jealous wasn’t something that tended to happen too much with Joshua. He didn’t have too much of a problem if you were around another guy or one of the members, as long as you were smiling, then he didn’t feel like he had anything to worry about. However, the moment that he began to notice your smile drop, a streak of jealousy and anger would hit him, and he’d make his way over just to see how you were. If he needed to be, he was very protective of you, and never let anyone hurt you or upset you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Joshua often told you how he wanted to have children in the future, as it was down to him to be the one to give his parents grandchildren. Whether it was Korea or America, Joshua was keen to build a strong family foundation with you and become a dad one day. He told you frequently how he saw enlistment as a target, as with many of his members not around, he had a lot more time to focus on you instead.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

One of the things he loved to do the most was making other people laugh, he was a bright personality whose presence would often leave others around him smiling too. He doesn’t mind too much of how big a fool he makes himself as long as it’s making the others around him happy. You’d heard rumours from the start of your relationship about his signature dancing, and the first time you saw it, definitely didn’t disappoint you. Whenever you had a down day, he’d happily dance in front of you as he knew that it was one of the best things to put a smile on your face, not stopping until you were smiling once again.

M ⇴ MISSING

The fans could be forgiven for thinking that Joshua coped just fine without you when he was on the road, but those that he was close to, just like his members, knew exactly how hard he found it being away from you. At group dinners or rehearsals, they’d often pick up when his mood was a little lower, he wouldn’t laugh at a joke or ignore someone calling out his name. Whenever he spoke to you too, he often would try and put on an act to try and convince you that he was doing just fine. But like the boys, you knew Joshua very well, and could always tell when he was missing you on the road.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Joshua would often use English nicknames for you, which many of his members wouldn’t understand. ‘Sweetheart,’ or, ‘darling,’ would be the two that would come up the most, which you loved to hear come from him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your hands, he loved to be able to hold his much bigger ones in yours and tease you for the size difference between the two of them.

P ⇴ PDA

Protective affection was something that Joshua was big on, the fans would often comment on how they always saw him keeping you safe whenever you were out together. He loved that his caring side was recognised by so many of the fans in forums or cafes when they saw the two of you out exploring with each other.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He worried a lot, and so would often ask you if you were doing alright. Even if he’d asked you just a few moments ago, he’d soon be asking you again. You could only ever roll your eyes and laugh at just how big of a worrier he was.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You know that Joshua never expects anything from you, if he needs a favour or help, he’ll never ask anyone. So, you often like to create special occasions for the two of you to remind him that you’re there. He’ll often come home to dinner prepared, but despite telling you that he never expects you to do any of this for him, you’ll always remind him that you’re just caring for him, and that nothing ever has to be expected.

S ⇴ SEX

He’s very much a soft dom in the bedroom, he likes to be the one that does all the hard work and takes the lead, but he’s a romantic, and his lead is filled with a lot of affection. The most important thing to Joshua is always that you’re comfortable and happy, your needs come before his 100% of the time, if you even so much as try and forget about what you want, he’ll refuse to accept anything from you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

If he misses the chance to see you in the day, he’ll always text you and see how you are. He’ll often text you with favours too, asking if you need a lift home or if you took lunch into work with you, or if you need him to do it for you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Joshua often wondered how love would change his life, but he never imagined that it would have the impact that it did. He loved being able to treat you like you deserved, and only ever helped to be perfect for you.

V ⇴ VACATION

Whenever he had the chance to go away with you, he’d make sure that it was special. If he heard you mention a place that you loved, he’d make sure to book a trip there as soon as possible. You’d often argue for a trip to America, but he tended to refuse and would choose to take you somewhere that you wanted to go as a thank you for all your support.

W ⇴ WHINING

Joshua didn’t tend to whine a lot, he would be patient for your attention, and would wait only for when you had the time for him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

You received a lot of kisses from Joshua, he couldn’t help himself whenever you were before him just to reach forwards and grab onto you. Any part of exposed skin that he could find would often have his lips pressed against it. For any occasion, as far as Joshua is concerned, a kiss will do the trick, if you’re happy, they make you happier, and if you’re sad, then they’ll definitely help to make you happier again too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one that he always wanted to keep protected.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

At night, Joshua loved to sleep with you as close to him as possible. He’d hold you incredibly tightly, usually to a point where you had to tell him to loosen off a bit, but he couldn’t help but keep you nice and warm as you slept.

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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The morning after (Spilling drinks on my settee part 2) Spencer Reid/Reader

Requested: Yes! it’s my first request! thank you, anon!!

Prompt: Hungover Spencer has to face Reader after she caught him drunk, puking outside her house. He also has to face Morgan’s teasing after he confessed he was in love with Reader.

Pairing: Spencer/Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,9K

Part one here

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If it had been up to Spencer, he would have never left his bed that day. As soon as he opened his eyes, the headache that hit him made him realize that was going to be a long day. A long and shitty day.

He sat on his bed slowly ‘cos the whole room was spinning. He was still fully dressed, why? There was puke on his shoes and pants… and a Gatorade on his nightstand? He was confused, he didn’t leave that there, right? no… maybe? he didn’t really remember. Why was he still dressed? he didn’t remember. How did he get home? he didn’t remember

- “Shit!”

Until he did.

There was a flash of embarrassment, guilt, and nausea on his face, suddenly it was all coming back.

- “Shit!”

That was the only word Spencer could use. He had gotten drunk, confessed to Morgan he was in love with (Y/N), he had actually tried to…

- “Shit!”

Maybe alcohol had managed to unplug a part of Reid’s brain, ‘cos apparently, “shit” was the only thing he was able to pronounce, at least for a few minutes.

All the embarrassing memories of the night before kept coming back to his mind, they were fragments of someone else’s life he was watching from outside. It was all too humiliating. (Y/N) saw him puking outside her house. He was outside her house ‘cos he wanted to know why she had been out on a date with a guy from a dating website. He had told Morgan he loved her, and nearly cried.

Spencer Walter Reid was doomed, and he knew it. It was going to take a lot of courage, patience, and Gatorade to go through that day.

His cellphone kept buzzing, but once he realized it wasn’t a case, but (Y/N) and Morgan trying to reach him, he ignored it the whole subway ride to work. He couldn’t even read, his brain wasn’t working, he couldn’t concentrate at all. He just wanted to disappear forever. What had he done? how could he ever face (Y/N) after what happened? And what if Morgan had already told everyone what happened? of course he had, Reid thought, and his red cheeks were now purple.

Humiliation was written across his face and his stomach tightened as he set foot into the bullpen. He took a quick look around and sighed relieved. Apparently, there was no one else there yet, the whole place seemed empty, although there was a fresh cup of coffee with extra sugar on his desk, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles.

That could only mean one thing.

- “Hey, how are you feeling this morning?”- Spencer froze in panic and turned around very, very slowly. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure (Y/N) could listen to it. She was waving at him with a shy smile on her face. She didn’t look mad, or uncomfortable. She looked… worried.

- “H… he… hey, (Y/N)-” he stuttered and waved. He knew he had to say something- anything- but nothing seemed to come to mind. He was literally speechless.

- “How are you feeling?”

- “G… g… good, I’m good, I’m ok”- Spencer wanted to slap himself. He was humiliated already, but his behavior wasn’t making it any better. He had to put his shit together somehow.

- “I’m glad”- she sighed relieved, rubbing his arm sweetly, and her touch made him shiver right away. He tried to smile at her, but he was left speechless again. It was a painful scene to see.

- “I was worried sick, you didn’t pick up your phone earlier”- Reid just nodded and looked down.

- “I got you the best recipe to cure your hangover, coffee of course, and I filled half the cup with sugar, just the way you like it”- the way (Y/N) stuck out her tongue and giggled, hypnotized him.

- “I made you a grilled cheese sandwich, I don't know how many times you've woken up feeling like shit after a party, but I'm pretty sure I’ve got a lot more experience than you, and greasy food always helps me coming back to life.”

Spencer nodded, trying to follow the conversation, but his brain was still malfunctioning and his head was pounding sharp and heavy.

- “And your favorite donut 'cos you need extra sugar”

- “Thanks”- his voice was a sweet whisper. (Y/N) looked at him worried and rubbed a hand on his arm gently again.

- “Are you gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night?”- the painful grimace on Spencer's face was enough.

- “I'm just worried something bad happened to you “

- “No, no, no”- he shook his head frenetically and regretted the movement immediately. His head was killing him- “I just couldn't handle my drinks, that's all.”

- “Are you sure?”- lying to profilers could be the hardest thing on earth.

- “Yeah, yeah”

- “Good, I was worried you were going to call in sick…”- there was a short silence between them, they just stared at each other and sighed.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking he had called her “Buttercup” and didn’t know how to ask him to do it again, and again, every day. And Reid had no idea what to do next. So he just said the first thing that came to mind.

- “Did you know hangovers are estimated to cost $148 billion each year due to hangover individuals calling in sick to work or performing poorly on the job.”

- “Pretty boy!!”

Derek’s voice walking over them made Spencer’s heart stop in fear, he just waved at his friend with his less expressive smile - the one (Y/N) called “frog face”- and just prayed to whatever god that might exist, that Morgan wouldn’t embarrass him more than he was already.

- “How are you feeling today, kid?”

- “I’m ok, thanks”

- “You are lucky there’s no case, yet”- Dr. Reid nodded and looked around, trying to find a way to run away from Morgan and (Y/N).

- “Nice breakfast”

- “I thought he was going to need extra energy today”- the young woman smiled proudly- “And when are you going to explain to me what happened last night? why did you let him get that drunk?”

Morgan knew (Y/N) was going to be mad at him, so he just looked at Spencer and waited to see if he had made up any lie already

- “I… I told you, I just couldn’t keep up with Derek”

- “Yeah”- his friend immediately supported his lie. Which wasn’t a complete lie- “I pushed Reid to drink at my pace, and I guess pretty boy ain’t ready to drink like a man.”

On a regular day, Spencer would have hated that last comment, ‘cos he was sick and tired of his friend treating him like a toddler. But under those circumstances, he just nodded and tried to stay calm.

- “And why were you outside my house?”

- “We were looking for a cab, started walking… and Reid remembered you live close to the bar”- Spencer’s eyes opened wide at those words- “And he wanted to stop by.”

- “No I didn’t”- Reid knew he would lose in a fight with Derek, but he was willing to give it a try and punch him if that successfully stopped him from talking.

- “Kid, you were drunk, you don’t remember, but you wanted to stop by and see (Y/N)”- the girl looked at Reid and bit her lips

- “Is that so? you got drunk and started thinking of me?”

Spencer couldn’t speak. He felt his hands shaking, so he hid them in his pockets and tried to come up with anything, literally anything to say. But he had nothing.

- “Yes, pretty boy wanted to see you…”- Morgan just smiled, tapped on Spencer’s back, and walked away chuckling. He knew Reid needed a push to open up to (Y/N). Maybe this was what he needed.

- “Why did you think of me?”- (Y/N) was now intrigued and excited. Drunk Reid was a whole new side of her friend, and the fact he had dragged Derek to her house when he was intoxicated gave her a little hope. Maybe he liked her too, the way she was head over feet for him.

- “I…”- Spencer was chocking with words, he turned around, grabbed the coffee, and took a sip of it.

- “You?”

- “I don’t remember”- disappointment was written all over (Y/N)’s face. They just stared. Spencer drank his coffee and the girl simply sighed.

- “I see”- he could read there was something there, but he didn’t want to get his hopes high. He was sure (Y/N) could never feel the same way he did. Right?

- “Can I ask you something?”- he whispered- “Why didn’t you tell me about the dating website?”

Now (Y/N) was embarrassed. She couldn’t take her eyes from her friend’s as she kept thinking about what to say. How to lie?

- “It wasn’t important, Prentiss forced me, I didn’t want to do it”- she simply confessed and smiled- “Why?”

- “I don’t know, it was weird, I thought… well…”

- “You know I tell you everything important”- (Y/N) wanted to make sure Spencer understood that the date had meant nothing.

- “And… are you planning to do it again?”

- “Never”- the smile on her lips was so honest, Spencer’s heart was relieved- “So, tomorrow’s Saturday, got any plan?”- those words, they were music for his ears.

- “Actually, there is a Russian horror movie festival tomorrow night, they’ll be showing Solaris, Viy, and Lyumi”

- “Original Russian, I presume”

- “But this time I’m pretty sure there will be subtitles”- (Y/N) pouted disappointed.

- “Bummer, I like when you have to translate the whole movie for me”- and she meant it, having Reid whispering every word in her ear for two hours was the closest she had been to heaven in her entire life. The young doctor chuckled with a huge grin and turned to his desk again.

- “Usually, translation doesn’t represent the intention behind the dialog…”- Reid was full of it and he knew it, but he had nothing to lose and lot to win- “So if you want, I can still whisper the English version for you”.

Those last words left his lips as quickly as possible, ‘cos he was embarrassed.

- “Then it’s a date”- her smile was bigger than imagined when she turned around and started walking to her desk.

Was it a date? why did she say that? Reid tried to stay cool and not overthink everything, but it was Reid, which meant it was hard, nearly impossible. Overthinking was his thing.

He wanted to go out on a date with (Y/N), but… was that actually a date? what if he brought flowers for her and she didn’t mean “date” as a date but just as two friends going out together? that would be mortifying.

(Y/N) didn’t know if Spencer had thought she wanted it to be a real date. She did, she just didn’t know if she was asking or if he had or…

Yes, they were both excellent overthinkers.

- “Hey, honey”- if she was already embarrassed and anxious about using the word “date”, she could always make it worst.

Spencer turned to look at her he took a bite of his sandwich.

- “It was really sweet last night when you called me Buttercup”- Reid nearly choked. He had completely forgotten about it, and suddenly he felt the urge to run and hide. But he couldn’t even move. He couldn’t even swallow the food he was chewing

- “You had never called me by a nickname before…”- she bit her lips and took a deep breath- “I loved it… in case you want to use it again.”

Spencer nodded and watched his best friend walk away to get herself a coffee. He could feel someone else’s eyes on him from across the office. Morgan winked at him and nodded.

- “Nice, kid”

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sempiternox · 2 years ago

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Sundered - Eschatonian Transcript Part 2

Welcome back, children of the Eschaton! Here’s part 2 of my Eschatonian transcript. Hope you enjoy! :-)

PART 1 PART 3 BONUS

If you’re new or need a refresher on Eschatonian pronunciation / how these transcripts work, you’ll find all relevant info below, but if you’re already familiar with that, you can skip straight to the transcript.

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The structure of these transcripts is as follows:

Eschatonian line* Literal translation* In-game subtitles* * = additional notes

Words I couldn’t make out or translate are marked as (?). Whenever I was unsure if I translated/transcribed/spelled a word correctly, I marked it as [word?].

Quick and dirty pronunciation guide

A = as in “father” or “umbrella”, depending on the length E = as in “yes” (sometimes it’s also pronounced like the first e in the German word “Leben”) I = as in “is” or like the “ee” in “see”, depending on the length O = as in “lock” U = like the “oo” in “book” or “tool”, depending on the length Ä = like the “a” in “that” Ö = as in the German word “böse” Ü = as in the German word “Glück” or “Lüge”, depending on the length (sometimes it’s also pronounced as a semivowel) AH = as in “Ah crap!” AR = like the “a” in “father”. Sometimes TST rolls the R. AU = like the “ou” in “loud” EI = like the English letter “I” EU = like the “oy” in “boy” ER = can either be pronounced as in the German word “besser” or like the word “air” (non-rhotic). Sometimes TST rolls the R. That little disco crystal really loves rolling their Rs! IE = like the “ee” in “see”. The only exception is the word “θieθ” (=taken), in which th “ie” is pronounced like the “ye” in “yes”. IER = like the word “ear” (non-rhotic) C = like the “ch” in the German word “Licht” G = always hard, as in “gravity” R = can either be rolled or pronounced like the German / European French R W = like the “v” in “very” X = like the “ch” in “Loch Ness” θ = “th” NG = as in “strong” SCH = like the “sh” in “shiver” SP = as in “speed” ST = “sht”, as in the German word “Stein” (TST pronounces it as in “stone” at a few points, for example when they use the word “kelenstax”=“place”) ° = click consonant, but I don’t know which one T_T ^ = glottal stop ‘ = indicates an elision or contraction. I also used apostrophes to divide some vowel clusters into seperate syllables for better readability (Example: I spelled the Eschatonian word for “Valkyrie” as “we’eilic” [=vay-eye-liç]) or to match the spelling in the vocab list (Example: the word for “home” is spelled “m’xat”) B, D, F, H, K, L, M, N, P, S, T, V and Z are pronounced as they would be in English. NOTE: since I had a hard time distinguishing the Eschatonian “er” and short “a” at the end of certain words, I spelled the respective verbs and adjectives with -a (e.g. kliezekta (= good) or beita (= work)) and (pro)nouns with -er (e.g.stüleuker (= human) or mekrer (=my)).

DISCLAIMER: I’M NOT A LINGUIST AND THE DISTORTION IN TST’S VOICE MAKES IT HARD TO MAKE OUT CERTAIN WORDS/PHONEMES SOMETIMES, SO THERE WILL BE SOME TRANSCRIPTION MISTAKES HERE AND THERE.

With that out of the way, let’s get into part 2 of the Eschatonian transcript!

Region 2 Lore Room 1

Ling Krurhal Milarh [alariweθ?] once Krurhal Milarx deceived Once Krurhal Milarh (was) deceived,

het atasch [kitagle?] keseθ schwüek. this holy city was defiled The Holy City was defiled.

Xa-atasch robskeit i xa-xeresch tascheθ nuex schrei mit xeile. no-holy technology and no-believers made us shiver with rage Unholy technology and non-believers made us shiver with rage.

Taks easketli elveklaueθ. But Eschaton held on But the Eschaton held on.

Propulsion Engine

θa, het schra [kaski?] θei auschwax. well, this will probably be useful Well, that will probably be useful.

Kwarte xe üexliau auge wie stark en tax het op üexliau karüfiθ het mit eifster starlikt! wait to you see how strong i make it if you corrupt it with Elder Shard Wait until you see how strong I could make it if you corrupt it with an Elder Shard!

Llaeyea Fight

Het kes krantz xe meot Llaeyea, taks üexliau kan xa metex eneschli liew. This is honor to meet Llaeyea, but you can not share my thought/opinion It’s an honor to meet Llaeyea, although you might not share my opinion.

Eshe, üeschliau schra hel krassater. Eshe, you will[/become?] true warrior You’re becoming quite the warrior, Eshe.

Region 2 Lore Room 2

Nik we’eilic kliemxeθ [le?], [meθewik?] eisch xere li kank. One Valkyrie came in, avoid(ing) (?) heart of battle A single valkyrie snuck through, avoiding the heart of battle.

Ta keseθ miek, xa... tierakau... i ta tascheθ tüktelaux mekef. It/He was man, no, creature/beast, and it/he made stupid[/hideous?] crime* He was a fiend, and he committed a hideous crime.* * = according to the txt. file, the subtitle for this line used to be “He was a man, no, a beast, and he committed a hideous crime.”

Fra miekü i miekleau kes blei enrü, ta pfeistekeθ mauer rek. [where?] women and children are stay safe, it/he painted wall(s) red Where women and children were kept safe, he painted the walls red.

Phaztu Fight

[Riecli’epfe?] kes le autü... Smell [of faith?] is in air The smell of faith is in the air...

[Warat?] um meot ‘el scheref. [Pepare?] for meet true [believer?] Prepare to meet a true believer.

Sütmut lipfe xa kan enrüex üex. sometimes faith not can save you Sometimes even faith can’t save you.

Strength Amplifier

Xa wiesch, taks robt [li?] we’eilic ist stüleuker No(t) bad, but machine of Valkyrie(s) is human Not bad, but Valkyrie technology is human.

Üexliau schra nexekt mlex ek um enrüesch ü le sensch ferkelenstax.* You will need more that for save you from here place You will need more than that to save you from this place. * = I’d really like to know how many takes this line took... talk about Eschatonian tongue twisters!

Itachi and Bologna Itacha and Bhaloli Fight

Atischü keθ [hetel ksea?] elveklau [para?] θürgast. Priestess(es) were [something to?] hold on / behold [before fall?] The priestesses were something to behold before the fall.

En kes liews ta x’lorteθ teir gliükt. I is/am know it not lost their touch I’m sure they haven’t lost their touch.

En saxen en kes trau xe ‘ke tau ‘ner. I admit I is/am sad to see [them?] go I admit I’m sad to see them go.

Region 2 Lore Room 3

Het (?) keseθ ling kelüx miek. This coward was once regular human This coward was once a regular man.

Auge schrei ta tascheθ? see shiver it/he made See the pain he caused?

Le het [schetz?] li [ieschli?], Emmitt Nelson fra xe kseaschia. in this alcove of grief Emmitt Nelson [fell?] to hysteria In this Alcove of Grief, Emmitt Nelson fell to Hysteria.

Hysteria Fight

Hüt aneθ um üex pfier het atasch hetagen li kseaschia. Now[/time?] went for you cleanse this holy place of Hysteria The time has come for you to cleanse this holy place of hysteria.

Aute kes üks mit kerüfkeit. Nik schew (??) nah meot schingar. Air is thick with corruption. One (???) close meet sinner The air is thick with corruption, we’re about to meet a sinner.

Wa kliesekta! Pfielaresch teik xahetagen le sensch. (?) good! Fools have nothing in here Good riddance! Weak men have no place in here.

Region 3 Lore Room 1

Keüesch li [lätz?] li atasch [kitare?] kes nik we’eilic miek. Cause of ruin of holy city is one Valkyrie man The cause of the Holy City’s ruin is a single Valkyrie man.

Hal’ pfielaresch ek kapscheθ atasch [l’wal?] li eskaetli. Old fool who broke holy ([ritual?] of Eschaton An old fool who broke the Eschaton’s sacred ritual.

Ta sliekeθ θäs’ xe steierkeit. It/He doomed world to darkness He doomed the world to darkness.

Grappling Hook

Het waheilic aprat kes [izak?] robskeit... This/these Valkyrie contraption is/are fine technology These Valkyrie contraptions are all fine technology...

Taks he’ schra teik mlexk um ühe. But this will have more to survive But you’ll need more than that to survive.

Harold Herald of Ruin Fight

[Taxil?] ist nah, spies xere. trouble is near, little heart Trouble ahead, my dear.

Hüt mut [eimrüesch?] hes starlek. Now time (??) [steam?] Time to blow off some steam.

Wex wex. Auge üexliau netagte ühe. Taks... [xei lipfe?] bye bye see you after life but [not hope?] Bye bye. See you in the afterlife, though... hopefully not.

Cathedral

Xeim kes xa fau i ekwart. portal is no(t) full and (a)wait(ing) The portal lies incomplete and waiting.

Hüt mut ‘m fau °ale. Now time for full/complete ritual It is time to complete the Ritual.

Region 3 Lore Room 2

[Lim kasta?] li kamp, kaepschael le [in?] midst of battle, Cathedral in In the midst of battle, he broke into the Cathedral

üθa Ishaela Bha’gor (???) [maliex?]* where Ishaela Bha’gor (???) magic where Ishaela Bha’gor was working her magic; * = F*** THIS LINE.

[kliemdau dax°ale?] um enrüesch ücliau gaxat i kpfier θäst. conduct(ing) ritual for save [their?] god and cleanse world conducting the Ritual that would free our god and cleanse the world.

Aute pfieweθ mit eifster pfie’risch, ta gesicteθ apxan xeim. Air buzzed with Elder power, it faced before portal As the air buzzed with Eldritch energy, they faced off before the portal.

Taks üsch freitax keüescheθ °ale xe (?)* but [they?] fight caused ritual to fail But their fight caused the Ritual to fail. * That last part... RIP throat.

Gravitational Boots

Tüktelaux. Eifster starlikt kes (??) enrüexkeit. Stupid. Elder Shards is/are key [to?] salvation Pathetic. Elder Shards are the key to salvation.

Hiram Macias Fight

Hetagen kes s’ nah. Teike üeschli wei. Something is almost close. Have your guard Something is up ahead. Don’t drop your guard.

Region 3 Lore Room 3

Helkeit krassateθ, schiemliü klievtasseθ, reality attacked, dimension(s) collided Reality cracked; dimensions collided.

Xeim kraufsateθ le [m’hap starlet?], portal destroyed in million shard(s) The portal exploded into a million shards,

θürka nü θäst le steierkeit. plunge(ing) our world in darkness/madness plunging our world into madness.

Feltwe Leonard Waters lort’ üsch le’ei’elic, General Leonard Waters lost their legion General Leonard Waters lost his Legion,

atischü Ishaela Bha’gor lor’ nü zei’veitielic. Priestess Ishaela Bha’gor lost our salvation priestess Ishaela Bha’gor lost our Salvation.

Cnidaria Fight

Mlex nik dahat, ek liew wie [viel?] mlex... more one down, that think(s)/know(s) how many more One more down, who knows how many to go...

Region 3 Switches

Op ‘n (?) aubax, dortüa ba deschüa xe anein. If I remember [correctly?], there four switch(es) to activate If I remember correctly, there are four switches to activate.

Kliesekt! Pfie mlex xe aner. Good! Two more to go Good! Two more to go.

Eshe, üexliau s’kes dortüa. Nur nik war’. Eshe, you almost is/are there. Only one wait(s) Eshe, you’re almost there. Only one remains.

Kliesekt. Lea'yi'elih i Zeal'va'tielih akwart üex [sensheit?] le kaepschael. Good. Legion and Salvation await your presence in Cathedral. Excellent. Legion and Salvation await your presence in the Cathedral.

Legion & Salvation Fight

Wie behatz, üexliau schra meot [andere?] How lucky, you will meet leader(s?) How lucky, you’re going to meet the leaders.

Nuex kliemex s’ nah li esakt. We come almost close of end We are getting closer to the end.

Üeschli enrüeschkeit kes s’ nah! Your freedom is almost close Your freedom is at hand!

#sundered #sundered game #sundered eschatonian #shining trapezohedron #sundered nyarlathotep #conlang

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irkenheretic · 5 years ago

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(How I Learned) How To Read Irken: A Guide

(Pictured: Us....) (From @zimgay ‘s lovely animatic!)

Okay, I’m finally making this post.

If you’ve been following me for a while, you might have caught on that I can read Irken. When I started, I was completely confused over wether or not I was teaching myself correctly, how long it’d take, et cetera. But I’ve finally hashed it out for myself, and I thought:

Why not make a guide for anyone else who wants to learn but has no idea where to start?

So that’s what I’m doing. Some disclaimers, though:

- This is what worked for me. It may or may not work for you, I’m not sure. I think it’s a pretty good method, though.

- Reading Irken and Writing Irken are two different skillsets. I’m gonna show you how to do both, but don’t worry if you’re better at one than the other.

- This will probably take a while of daily (or near-daily) practice to learn. It’s not impossible, it’s not super challenging, but it’s not super easy, especially if you have memory problems like I do. (For context: I started in September. But I also have a really shitty memory so, like. It might take less time for you.)

Okay! Let’s do this!

First off, you’d probably do well downloading the Irken font for practice purposes. Messing around with it and typing in it is fun, and can help!

You’ll also need a notebook. It’s not required, but having it all in one place is super convenient. (And, if it’s tiny enough, you can carry it around whenever, and also have it on hand to whip out at cons.)

The first thing I did was write each individual letter over and over and over again. This is what’s at the start of my notebook, and writing the letters over and over helped me remember which were which. I also had to focus pretty hard on what letter this actually was, this is tedious as hell but it’s not something you can do mindlessly.

(Pictured: Normal levels of interest in a show.)

This is what my notebook looks like. Don’t worry about those simplified versions of the letters yet, but you’re gonna wanna leave room for them. Don’t worry about learning simplified/handwritten until later, it helps recognition if you really have to focus on actually drawing the letters, at first.

(And yes, I know my pen is really smudgy. And that my H’s suck.)

After this, three letter words are your friend. Pick just, common three letter words you know, and write them down a lot. I have just, the Irken for “THE” written in the margins of my class notebooks a TON. Once you feel like you can remember that word well, go onto another 3 letter word with a different set of letters. Recognition = good, so pick something you like, use all the time.

While I was doing this, I tried to string together Irken letters I knew into like, coherent phrases. I was very bad at this at first. Acronyms are your friend here, lmao. (I don’t think I can count the number of times I’ve written ‘u r a qt pie’ in my notebooks.) It doesn’t matter what you write, just that it makes coherent sense.

There are gonna be some uncommon letters that are gonna be hard to practice, like W and Z, off the top of my head. For Z, that was easy. I just wrote ZIM over and over and over. For W... I used UWU. You laugh now, but the absurdity of it cements that I will always recognize those two letters.

Four letter words are also good. (Please, absolutely write “FUCK” over and over in order to remember letters. I encourage it.)

There is also the absolute cuntwaffles. Y’know how in English, b, p, d, g, all look kinda the same? Yeah, Irken has that too.

(Pictured: Head hurting juice.)

The I and Z don’t look that similar now, but good luck without a translation guide. By this point, you should have memorized a good chunk of the Irken alphabet, and be able to recognize some others when you see them. If you’ve been writing common three- or four-letter words, it’s likely you’ve been using letters very common in the English language. Which brings us to our next stage, and the actual fun part:

READING!

You’re gonna want a translation guide on hand in these early stages, you will need it. The main goal of this stage is to read anything in Irken you can get your hands on- but start small! Fanart with Irken in it was a godsend to me. It’s not that long, so it’s not overwhelming. I did need to look up some letters at the beginning, and I read really slowly, but that’ll change quickly if you keep up with it! The specific fanarts I used are:

@inimoose ‘s The Last Irken comic, specifically chapter one: part one, and chapter two: part two have a lot of Irken. But I’d recommend reading the whole comic; it’s good!

@paketdimensioncomic ‘s page of lore for their comic! Spoilers, though. Again, I’d recommend reading through the whole comic, because it’s just that good.

@xryn-art ‘s Linguistic Au’s first comic has a good chunk of Irken! The other comics do have some, but it’s all translated. Still good practice, though, if you wanna... read them......... ;) ;) ;)

Yes, this segment was partially a way for me to plug my favorite fan-artists, (or at least the ones that use Irken,) sue me. It’s my guide and I make the rules here.

(I am very sorry if I bothered any of you by @’ing you.)

But just some sources isn’t enough, so I introduce you to browser fonts. And changing yours to Irken.

It will not effect everything in your browser, and it can be toggled on and off, so don’t worry. If you really want, you can download a separate browser to change the font of, and leave your normal one be. It’d be convenient if you could, since having your browser font be Irken is inconvenient if you need to use Wikipedia, like, ever.

Here’s a guide for that, for Chrome, Firefox, Opera, and Internet Explorer for some reason. You’ll see four options to change, I just changed all of them. Not every page is going to have Irken on it, though. For me, Wikipedia is all in Irken, and so is TV Tropes. And some Tumblr blogs (PAKet Dimension’s is one, just in case you need a reason to go back there ;)) But it might be different for you.

Whatever it is, now you have a nice way to practice. I read Wikipedia articles on stuff I already knew about (so I wasn’t completely lost and could figure out what letters I didn’t know were from context clues,) but not a page I’ve read before in recent memory- you might just be recalling what the page said, instead of actually reading it.

And about the absolute cuntwaffle letters: yes, this will help you in recognizing which are which. Seeing the letters in context is always going to be much more helpful than just, a bunch of meaningless squiggles floating in the void.

At this point, I personally am much better at reading than writing Irken. It’s one thing to know a letter when you see it, and another to recall it and write it down from memory. Right now, I’m trying to write song lyrics and dumb little phrases in Irken, to improve my writing skills. Again, nothing too long, don’t overwhelm yourself. This sounds stupid, but Vines are good. When I don’t remember a letter, I just leave it blank and look it up after I’m done.

Another thing that helps is having a friend to practice with, or someone to just give you Irken phrases for you to translate.

Once you’re around this stage, you can try to learn simplified/handwritten Irken. You can also try to learn it before this, I started it around when I started reading fanart for practice, it’s up to you. This guide is a good starting point, but you don’t have to follow it exactly. This is your handwriting, do what feels natural for you!

(Also, don’t even worry about speedwrite Irken. That has no place in this holy land and frankly I am scared of it.)

And that’s... pretty much it! Most of the process is just... practicing a lot.

If this post does well, I might make a server for people who wanna learn Irken to practice together and stuff. It all depends if anyone even wants to learn Irken.

EDIT: Well, guess what I ended up making just the next day. Here’s the post for the server, and please read the joining rules.

Also, if you wanna learn Irken numbers, here you go. But start with letters first, worry about numbers later. These are never used, aren’t even in the Irken font, and three of them look a lot like those cuntwaffle Irken letters.

Anyway I just really hope this guide helps someone out. If you do use it, tell me! And have fun learning Irken!! It really is just, a blast to do honestly.

#invader zim #invader zim irken #zadr #(for the animatic and one of the comics)#HHHHHUUUUUU IM NERVOUS TO POST THIS #ok. ok ok ok ok ok here goes. h.#live from conventia #if this is a godsend for even one (1) guy with a hyperfixation then i have done my job well

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Thank you so much for all the answers you give, your insight is marvelous! I just have a question out of curiosity, how the hell do the Chinese organize their dictionary? Is it alphabetically using phonetic transcriptions? Is it from simpler character to more complex? I'm very confused

ha...ha...ha...haaaa *war flash backs*

Okay so.

Typically when we check a dictionary it’s because A) we have the word in front of us and we have no idea what it is, OR B) we want to write a word but we don’t know how to write it.

[A] What the fuck is this word? Internet Age: copy and paste it into google. Pre-internet age or it’s in a paper book: Use the Identifier.

Let’s take 蓝 Lan of Lan Wangji as an example. You’re looking at this word you’re like, fuck, I don’t know how to pronounce this. What is this? Well, time to take the word apart.

Look for the “identifier”. Each word has an identifier - 偏旁部首 - a part of the word that it shares with many other words and is used to categorize and organize it. The identifier often has meaning and can help you key into what the word might be used for in context. In the word 蓝, the identifier is 艹, called 草字头 “the grass header”. It’s called grass header because many words with this identifier are related to plants. How do I know that? Well.... I...we...it’s pure memorization and practice.

Count the number of strokes required to write the identifier. Now I know that to write this particular identifier, it takes 3 strokes, then I go to the front of the dictionary that lists ALL the identifiers by the number of strokes and I go to #3 and find the 艹.

Beside the identifier there is a page number, that page contains ALL the words that use that particular identifier. Go to that page.

Count the number of strokes required to write the WHOLE word. For 蓝, the word requires 13 strokes (kids are taught to count strokes.) Go to #13 under 艹 and find 蓝. Beside 蓝 there should be a page number.

Go to that page. That page will contain the pronunciation (written in pinyin (english phonetics) and definition.

Below I’ve copy and pasted EVERY identifier in the Chinese language, courtesy of the internet.

01画：丨亅丿乛一乙丶乚

02画：十厂匚刂卜冂亻八人��勹儿匕几亠冫丷冖讠凵卩阝刀力又厶廴

03画：干艹屮彳巛川辶寸大飞彑工弓廾广己彐巾口马门宀女犭山彡尸饣士扌氵纟巳土囗兀夕小忄幺弋尢夂子

04画：贝比灬长车歹斗厄方风父戈卝户火旡见斤耂毛木牛牜爿片攴攵气欠犬日氏礻手殳水瓦王韦文无毋心穴牙爻曰月爫支止爪

05画：白癶甘瓜禾钅立龙矛皿母目疒鸟皮生石矢示罒田玄疋业衤用玉

06画：臣虫而耳缶艮虍臼老耒米糸齐肉色舌糹网西覀行血羊页衣羽聿至舟竹自

07画：辰赤辵豆谷龟角里卤麦身豕辛言邑酉鱼豸走足

08画：采齿非阜金隶黾青鱼雨隹釒

09画：革骨鬼韭面食(飠) 首香音

10画：髟高鬲

11画：黄鹿麻

12画：鼎黑黍

13画：鼓鼠裏

14画：鼻

17画：龠

[B] I know how to say the word I want to write but I don’t know how to write it. Use pinyin.

Now this is by far the easier thing to do. All Chinese characters/words are monosyllable. The sound is made up of two parts: “consonant starter” followed by “vowel group”. (idk what they’re actually called that’s just how i understand it hence loosely translated lol).

“consonant” sound: [ b p m f ] ; [d t n l ] ; [g k h] ; [ j q x ] ; [ z c s ] ; [zh ch sh] ; r ; y ; w

notice how i grouped them for seemingly no reason, but actually that’s how I was taught (they rhyme in chinese so it’s easier to remember).

followed by one of these vowel groups:

a - a, ai, an, ang, ao

e - e, ei, en, eng, er*

i - i, ian, iang, iao, ie, in, ing, iong, iu

o - o, iong, ou, ong,

u - ue, un, uang

(might’ve missed a couple, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Some vowel groups can stand independently to be words (i.e.: ao, ou, er etc). *er = special because it is ONLY spelled by itself, never with a consonant. Examples of “er” are 二 (two), 儿 (son).

So let’s still use Lan Wangji as an example.

The Chinese dictionary, in the actual word section (once you get past the identifier lists) is “alphabetical” as in all the words are listed phonetically according to their pinyin. So to find the Lan in Lan Wangji, you sound it out in your head L-An. You look under L and find the Lan section and look for all the words pronounced like “lan”.

Now the four intonations. (Mandarin ONLY).

There are 4 intonations in mandarin, as those of you who’s tried to tag on AO3 are unfortunately well aware of: (1) - (2) / (3) v (4) \

The words with the same spelling will be listed according to their intonation, which is written beside the word itself. You will often find that even within the same spelling and intonation there are many many words. So now that you’re there, time to read through them and look for the one that matches your definition. For words that don’t really mean anything but is purely used as last names like 宋 song in Song Lan, it will actually indicate “last name” beside its definition, so people know. Lan actually means blue, aside from being a last name.

That’s it.

Crash course on Chinese Dictionary.

#language #corie replies #master list #writing reference

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neuxue · 4 years ago

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2021 New Year’s Resolutions, because 2020 was... uh... that.

1. F i n i s h t h e l i v e b l o g

2. Post, at minimum, either one (1) fic or one (1) gifset each month. I tried and failed at ‘one fic per month’ a few years ago but gifsets as a cop-out should? Make this possible? (This is really not a big ask, self, come on)

3. Leave a comment on every fic read in full (I’m actually pretty good about this but putting it in writing here as a reminder to myself)

4. Finish an actual draft of the Original Novel (it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done it doesn’t—)

5. Reread TGCF in the original without the english translation alongside it (and/or rewatch CQL without english subtitles once I finish my first watch). Yes this is going to feel like pulling teeth but I am determined

#here's hoping turning 'things i want to do for fun' into a list of obligations #will serve as incentive to do things other than work sometimes #(shhhh don't question it)#a day in the life of Lia

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dajaregambler · 4 years ago

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HeliosR - Dino Albani Character story - part 1

Translation of the first part of Dino’s character story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Dino: Ooooi, Keith…. Keith, wake up-?

Keith: Hmn….nngh~......? Shuddup…. lemme sleep lil’ bit more…

Dino: C’mon, Keith! Don’t hide under your comforter!

Keith: Uuuuu~~ stop….. Put it back, Junior…..

Dino: Huh? Junior? What are you saying, Keith. I’m not Junior, you know?

Keith: ...Mmh? Not, Junior….. Dino!?

Dino: Ahahah, you jumped awake. Your bed hair is still impressive as always♪

Dino: Actually, has Junior been waking you up until now? The rookies are looking after you and yet you’re the mentor, good grief…

Dino: From now on I’ll be the one dragging you out of bed. Eventually I want that you’ll wake up on your own though…

Keith: A-ah okay. It was today… that you're moving in here huh…

Dino: Yep yep, my bad that it’s on your off day. But thought to better wake you up since I’ll be organizing my baggage and dust will be blowing all over

Dino: I’ve carried most of it in already. I started to get a bit worried because you wouldn’t wake up at all and I was running all over the place-

Keith: Uoh, what is this!?

Dino: Eh, what what? What’s wrong?

Keith: The hell’s all this baggage… It’s all crazily squeezed in here….

Dino: Aah, ahaha~..... While being shut in the medical room, I’ve chosen furniture and things necessary for life however,

Dino: Before I knew it was really fun looking through the catalogue. There was this and that, and like that…. I kinda ordered a bit too much♪

Keith: The hell you’re all ‘’I kinda ordered a bit too much♪’’, no matter how you look at it it’s overkill!

Dino: I’m sorry!

Keith: Apologizing to me won’t do anything… Anyway, besides all this there’s stuff of yours from a long time ago too. Do ya get it?

Dino: I-I do… It’s the ones you took and put in your room right?

Keith: There’s a lot y’know. Thanks to that it's making my room unbearably smaller

Dino: N-no way….?

Keith: Haaah…. You had that habit of impulse buying since forever, if there was something that caught your attention on TV shopping, you’d buy it without thinking ahead

Keith: Sooo relieved to see that it hasn’t changed at all even now

Dino: Ah, you’re relieved? Then that’s good-

Keith: That was sarcasm, sarcasm! Who’s gonna be relieved with that, of course I’m fed up with it!

Dino: Eh, sarcasm!? And you’re fed up with it…. I’m sorry~~~~, so sorry Keith!

Keith: I already told you apologizing to me won’t do anything… C’mon, hurry up and clean it up. I’ll bring out the stuff I’ve put aside

Keith: Geez… Why do I gotta put so much effort this early in the morning on an off day? Gonna evacuate to the living at once and drink beer….

Keith: When your room’s all cleaned up and you’re reinstated, I’ll make you work hard as much as I had to keep at it on my own until now, got it?

Dino: Absolutely, I was already planning that. However together with Keith, that is♪

Keith: Haah? I’ve been doing my best to the point of dropping dead until now, starting now I’m gonna kick back and take it easy

Keith: Looking after the rookies, that’s clearly work cut out for ya. I’ve always been the kind of guy thats better off working alone

Dino: No wait, I can’t turn a blind eye to skipping. You’re saying that you’ve worked so hard till you died, but I’ve been hearing dozens of complaints from Junior

Dino: Like to what extent you’ve been careless and slacking off so far… Though now that I’m here, I absolutely won’t forgive any negligence. You better be prepared, Keith?

Keith: Th-that Junior…. That unnecessary stuff, when did he…

Dino: Good grief, you didn’t drink at all in the past… Even though your behaviour wasn’t good you kept your hands off of it, I was sure you wouldn’t end up drinking

Keith: It’s… At that time, I just didn’t think that I’d wanna drink yet

Dino: ? Then what made you start drinking?

Keith: ...Who knows. Forgot ‘bout it

Keith: Anyway, don’t just chit chat, get your hands to moving. Look, this is yours. And this, that, this and… aah, this too huh.

Dino: Uwaah, amazing! So many things full of memories are coming out…!

Dino: Uh… there’s seriously a lot of things. It’s already overkill, where in the world can I put this….

Keith: I dunno. You’re the one that bought it, deal with it one way or another

Dino: O-one way or another…

Keith: …….. Geez, ya haven’t changed at all y’know?

Keith: Impulse buying unnecessary things without thinking of what you’ll do with it, and keep them forever without throwing anything out….

Keith: Ya said that’s also ‘love and peace’ or whatever, but if ya keep saying it it’ll end up in getting yourself buried alive someday

Dino: G-guh…

Dino: But throwing it out makes me feel guilty you know. Once I recognize or form a connection with it, I grow extremely fond of it…..

Dino: Of course there’s also things that my grandpa and grandma gave to me but like, there’s clothes I bought on a whim, or the stickers and badges I got as a freebie with something too...

Dino: Keith, you also have at least something right? Something that you can’t throw out no matter what….

Keith: There ain’t, that kinda thing

Dino: Really?

Keith: ….Yeah, ain’t

Dino: I see…..

Keith: ……..

Keith: Oi. In this pile, what’s something you haven’t touched in a year?

Dino: Eh? Where’s that suddenly coming from…

Keith: Anything’s fine, just think about it thoroughly. Answer only where ‘’One year, haven’t touched’’ applies

Dino: One year…. I haven't been here until recently so that makes ‘all of it’ though….?

Keith: Then, all of it is going in the trash can

Dino: EEEEH!? Wa- wait wait, what are you saying Keith!

Keith: Ya know ‘bout ‘’simple living’’?

Dino: S-simple living….?

Keith: It’s been said that abstaining desire, discarding irrelevant things, letting go of attachment…. or something and whatever, is roughly what the innermost secrets of tidying are.

Keith: Originally it was something taught at yoga, but I dunno much ‘bout if I had to be honest. Just thought of it since Brad had said something like that before

Keith: Peeves me off to borrow his words but, it fits ya perfectly right now.

Keith: Haven’t touched something in a year means it isn’t needed, so throw it out completely. With that strategy in mind clean it all up at once

Dino: Clean it up...wait a second! Going as far as putting a game console in the trash is awful, Keith!

Keith: Shut it! Everything here is going to be thrown out! Don’t goddamn meddle!

Dino: ….!

Dino: U-um… Ah that’s right, didn’t you want to drink beer? C’mon, I’m fine from here so go to the living….

Keith: That I can do after. I’m good so you go on the other side and clean up

Keith: ….Tch. The hell with that you won’t forgive any negligence. I’ll absolutely never let those bad habits of yours off the hook.

Keith: Prepare yourself, Dino

Dino: H-hiiiieee~~~!?

Notes:

The ‘simple living’ Keith speaks about is actually ‘’断捨離’’ (danshari), it’s kind of hard to translate in English since it’s more of an ‘idea’ meaning about how you should clean up and let go of unnecessary things, making room for better ‘mental clarity’ in life. In a sense, it’s what Marie Kondo’s core of her teachings entails too but executed in a bit of a different way (Does it spark joy? If not, throw it out).

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #dino albani #keith max

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