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English grammar topics, including tenses, articles, prepositions, conjunctions, sentence structure, and subject-verb agreement.

Here’s a mixed test paper that covers a variety of English grammar topics, including tenses, articles, prepositions, conjunctions, sentence structure, and subject-verb agreement. This test is suitable for advanced learners and includes multiple-choice questions along with explanations in the answer key. Mixed English Grammar Test Paper Part A: Tenses She __ (complete) her homework every day…

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Present indefinite tense in Hindi

Present indefinite tense in Hindi – Examples | Exercise Present indefinite tense in Hindi – वर्तमानकाल में किसी की आदत या हमेशा होने वाली कोई क्रिया व्यक्त करने के लिए सामान्य वर्तमानकाल का प्रयोग होता है। ( काल की पहचान ) वाक्य की पहचान – सामान्य वर्तमानकाल वाक्यों के अंत में ता है, ते हैं, ती है का प्रयोग होता है। Present Tense in Hindi ( Indefinite, Continuous, Perfect ) A. सकारात्मक वाक्य…

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Present Indefinite (Simple Present) Tense: 10 Rules & Examples

Want to learn present indefinite tense/ simple present tense in English grammar with its structure, rules, examples, usages, and exercises? 

Learn 10 rules of present indefinite tense here. 

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"why am i so small??"

"no i am very very scary. don't call me cute!"

"why am i tired? i don't need a nap!! naps are for babies!" and he's out like a light the second you turn your back on him.

"i'm hungry and need a snack" "you can have fruit, buggy." "i want cookies!" "after you eat some fruit" "*sulks*"

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Voice Change on Present Indefinite Tense of Scholar's Senior English Grammar

Voice Change on Present Indefinite Tense of Scholar’s Senior English Grammar (Page No – 156) Exercise – 1: Change to Passive Voice Answers: 1. The guilty is found by the judge. 2. Why is the child teased by you?. 3. Their lessons are done well by good pupils. 4. The bread is divided by the monkey between the cats. 5. Noisy places are avoided by people. 6. Are goods also carried by this train?. 7.…

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Conjugation of To Be in Indefinite Tense

This table covers Present Simple, Past Simple, Future Simple, and Future in the Past forms of “to be” in Indicative mood, with affirmative, question, and negative forms:

    Affirmative Question Negative Present Simple I am Am I? I am not / I'm not You are Are you? You are not / You aren't He/She/It is Is he/she/it? He/She/It is not / isn't We are Are we? We are not / We aren't You are Are you? You are not / You aren't They are Are they? They are not / They aren't Past Simple I was Was I? I was not / I wasn't You were Were you? You were not / You weren't He/She/It was Was he/she/it? He/She/It was not / wasn't We were Were we? We were not / We weren't You were Were you? You were not / You weren't They were Were they? They were not / They weren't Future Simple I will be Will I be? I will not be / I won't be You will be Will you be? You will not be / You won't be He/She/It will be Will he/she/it be? He/She/It will not be / won't be We will be Will we be? We will not be / We won't be You will be Will you be? You will not be / You won't be They will be Will they be? They will not be / They won't be Future in the Past I would be Would I be? I would not be You would be Would you be? You would not be He/She/It would be Would he/she/it be? He/She/It would not be We would be Would we be? We would not be You would be Would you be? You would not be They would be Would they be? They would not be              Conjugation of To Be in Indefinite Tense THE IMPERATIVE MOOD AND NON-FINITE FORMS OF “TO SMILE” Conjugation of to smile in Indefinite Tense Form/Passive Word Formation: Word derivation; Word Building in English I wish, Would, and If Only in Conditionals Read the full article

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Dreamer | Rhysand (I)

Rhysand x Reader

Rhysand begrudgingly goes to Hewn City to secure a marriage pact that will indefinitely bond the two Courts together- but the fine ladies of the Court of Nightmares are not what he wants or needs.

Instead, he discovers Lady Y/N, and she has no qualms about telling him how he has failed this City and her. This is more than just coincidence, it’s fate.

Warnings: long chapters, mature content (18 +) swearing, eventual smut.

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

"High Lord, Rhysand of the Night Court."

I reach the top of the dais as my name is announced, my footsteps echoing against the polished floor and the sound bounces through the room, through the tense silence. No one speaks, they barely breathe, as I slowly turn, my face a sheet of ice as I settle onto my throne.

I let a nonchalant smile tug at my lips, the dark mask of a tyrant slipping into place as I eye the endless room before me. A macabre and dreary setting with its ebony walls and onyx ceiling, the beasts carved into the cavernous stone a mirror to the type of Fae who lived in this City.

I emulate the darkness as I lean back, my long legs spreading apart and my fingers curling into the engraved snake form that curves around the throne, the head peering out over my shoulder, my own personal monster.

I cock my head at the dozens of males before me, Council Members, my violet eyes twinkling in amusement as they all remained bowed, knees pressed to the floor, heads lowered and waiting for my word.

"You may rise," I drawl, my tone the picture of boredom, and as Kier and his peers rise to their feet, I see the apprehension and distaste on their faces for me, for my inner circle. Kier observes me, his brown eyes flickering at the prolonged silence. "Kier?"

"As usual, it is an honour to have you here, High Lord," Kier inclines his head, scurrying forward as he speaks, his own mask of reverence slipping into place as he stops before me. "As the steward of Hewn City, I am delighted by your decision to unite our two Courts through marriage, as are the Council present here today."

I see the way my Court stiffens, Mor, Cassian and Azriel all flanked at the bottom of the dais seem to go unnaturally still, the stones in their eyes wholly- unable to hide their disapproval of this whole arrangement.

"We all have our duties, Kier, the Court must always come first," My lips tilt in a mocking smile, and Kier shrivels under the tendrils of dark power that dance around me, an omnipresent threat so at odds with my amused gaze, "My marriage to a Lady of Hewn City will be a victory for us all."

Marriage.

The word tastes like poison on my tongue, any hopes and dreams I had once harboured turning to ash in my mouth at the cold reality I was faced with. To marry a female, I didn't know or love, to mate with her and sire a child, and secure an alliance with the Court of Nightmares indefinitely.

Heavy is the head that bears the crown indeed.

"It will be an alliance venerated for generations to come, I'm sure," Kier smiles, an ugly, wretched sight and I saw Mor shiver in my peripheral, an imperceptible movement, a conditioned reaction to her father. "High Lord, may I introduce to you the fine ladies selected by the Council."

I brace myself, masking my dread with an entertained smirk, drawing on the worst parts of myself, the worst parts of this place to hide the male that roared in warning to me inside. A click of doors opening at my left, and then several soft footsteps echoing into the chamber.

I stare, unyielding and silent, as several young women stride into the room, their heads bowed and back straight, adorned with fine clothes and finer jewellery as they stop at the foot of the dais before me.

They were fine, lovely even, tall, and thin, typical of High Fae female beauty and yet, despite their soft smiles and delicate frames, I frown.

"You can't be serious, even you wouldn't be this cruel," Mor releases a horrified, tight breath and both Cassian and Azriel step forward in unison, an impenetrable wall, as Kier's eyes turn to Mor and his lip curls. "These 'fine ladies' are girls, children, how old are they?"

The room shifted at her sharp words, Kier tensing at the accusation and the males of the Council muttering amongst themselves, their eyes burning as they glared at my cousin- at her supposed insolence for speaking out of turn.

"Their age is of little significance, girl," Kier sneers, that simpering fool mask he wore melting into revulsion and anger as he took in his outcasted daughter. My fingers curled around the throne under me as he spoke, that pit of darkness inside me churning. "They have all had their first bleed-"

"Cauldron," Cassian swore, his dark hair shifting as he moved his gaze over to those girls, and I saw his throat bob at the sight- so young, broken, pawns moved and used in a game of power.

"You're disgusting," Mor hissed, and I heard the pain clawing at her throat, her face pulled into a devastated frown as she took in those girls- and it was as if she were looking into a mirror, to the girl she had once been. "These girls are not chattel; you cannot sell their innocence for your own gain-"

"These ladies are being honoured, girl, an honour that you will never understand," Kier snarled, his emphasis on honour so clear, an indirect assault on Mor's character, on the choice she made to free herself. "To marry the High Lord is a privilege, one these ladies are eager for-"

Azriel's shadows thrum around him, restless, wild, and I knew his control was wearing thin the longer Kier spoke, the longer those girls stood before us, trembling under the burden on their shoulders.

"Enough." One word, low and sinister, and every mouth in the room closed, every Fae in the room turned utterly still at the command.

I grit my teeth, letting the furious power within me radiate into the room, let it dance through the air, brush against my subjects, let them feel the warning, the threat, that I was. I smile as their faces pale, flinching back from the vile magic, a reminder that I could destroy them without even lifting a hand.

"Kier, I am going to choose to believe that this decision was made out of sheer stupidity rather than insolence," My voice is a calm storm, but my eyes- they rage with a current of violence and death, the kind that made males twice my age blanche- and they do. "I will choose to believe that you did not invite me here to waste my time- you wouldn't dare be so foolish, would you Kier?"

I shifted forward in my seat, my eyes narrowing down at the male, and it took all the restraint in me not to shatter every bone in his body, to not pluck his eyes from his head and tear his tongue from his mouth- and he sees that desire to inflict pain upon him in my gaze.

"Never, High Lord, I would not dream of-" Kier barely contains his stuttering words, a mixture of fear, indignation and humiliation lacing through his widening gaze, but like the worm he was, he bowed his head to me in remorse. "It was a grave misjudgement, one that will not be repeated again."

"Good- I desire to sire a child, Kier, not marry one," I sneer, my disgust prevalent across every hard inch of my face as I turn from Kier, moving my eyes across every last council member, "Just as I am sure you all agree, these girls have many more years left to enjoy their youth, yes?"

I make the threat clear in my words, make them clear in my eyes- touch these girls and die.

None oppose me, their hearts hammering in their chests as they nod their head in agreement, subservient and controlled- and a small kernel of satisfaction fills me, that they felt a fraction of what the girls before me did.

"Kier, join me in the Council Room," I stand from my chaise, and as if it were muscle memory, every single person in the room falls to a knee and drops their heads as I descend the stairs. "Let us discuss the consequences you'll all face should you disappoint me again."

***

"Y/N, a union between the High Lord and a Lady of Hewn City is exactly the chance we've been waiting for," Cassandra pestered, her wide eyes pleading with me, but I ignored her again, choosing to instead clean the Council Room for the next meeting with haste. "It's a chance for change."

"Who are you trying to convince, Cassie- me or yourself?" I mutter, raising a dark brow at her as I tuck in the oak chairs, shoving them into place harder than was needed. "This marriage is a farce, and you're deluding yourself by thinking otherwise."

Cassie groans, the sound reverberating through the empty room, and I try to not laugh at her as she rushes around the endless table, her sea-blue eyes rolling as she stops beside me.

"Why must you be such a pessimist?" Cassie demands, her cold, slim fingers ripping the papers from my hand and slamming them onto the table before me. "With a lady from our Court married to the High Lord, we can finally hope, we will have someone on our side- to help us, to fix this Cauldron-forsaken City-"

"And who would that be?" I scoff out a laugh, a bitter, hollow sound as I turn my hard gaze to her, strands of my loose hair brushing my hot cheeks as I move, "Thanatos's daughter despises the Court of Dreams, Kier's nieces care more about fine jewels and clothes than people, and the other daughters are afraid of their own shadows, they would shit themselves at the sight of the High Lord and his inner circle."

Cassie purses her lips at my harsh words, and I frown, sighing deeply at the look of dejection on her lovely face, hating myself for snuffing out the light that had filled her eyes. But it had to be done- some people were not meant to dream.

"I'm sorry, Cassie, I know you wish it were otherwise, I do too," I force back the lump in my throat as I turn from her, hating the way my lip trembled and my hands felt weak, "But this marriage will benefit nobody but the High Lord, his court, and the males of the Council- that's it. They have never and will never care, there is no one on our side but us."

Silence fills the room at my hoarse dead words, and the reality of them, the reality that we were truly and irrevocably stuck in this life, in this cycle of hell made my eyes burn.

"It saddens me that you feel that way, My Lady," A deep, velvety voice rasped from behind me, and the air went taut at the unfathomable power that penetrated the room.

Cassandra gasped, something spilling from her hand and dropping to the floor with a deafening crunch. My stomach twists into knots as I brace myself, all the blood leeching from my face as I turn- to where the High Lord stood, his inner circle and Kier watching on either side.

"High Lord," Cassie choked on the title, choked on her fear and before the male before us could speak, she stumbled down to a knee, her head bowed and her golden hair falling forward to shield the terror on her face.

I couldn't move, not even as the voice inside me screamed and begged for me to bow, to submit myself to him- for I had heard stories of Rhysand.

Of his abilities as a Daemati, able to shatter a person's mind without lifting a hand, of his ruthlessness as High Lord, reducing people to ash with a smile on his lovely face, of all the horrific things he had done in his five hundred years of existence.

And it seemed he saw it on my face, perhaps even saw it in my mind, the nightmares and tales, the horrors spread about him in the City, about the kind of male he was.

His violet gaze narrowed, the constellations in them beaming as he stared at me, as he cocked his head, his lips pursed into a thin line- as if observing me. I shook under the silent act, the unyielding hold he had over me, as well as the gazes of his court at his side.

"Y/N!" Cassie hissed under her breath, her head turning and her silver-lined eyes meeting mine, tears sullying the usually tranquil blue as she pleaded with me to move, to bow.

"Insolent girl," Kier spat, his gaze hard as he glared at me and the breath caught in my lungs as a dark eclipse of magic shot from him, striking against my stomach, hard enough that I lurched forward in pain and then another hit a second later, slamming into my jaw. "Bow before your High Lord."

I groaned as I fell to a knee, the impact of the bone against the polished floor striking through my whole leg and up my body, but that was nothing compared to the throb that burned through my stomach and the cut at my lip, the taste of metal filling my mouth.

I heard a gasp, a feminine sound of surprise and concern from above me as I leaned forward, my eyes pinched shut and every breath feeling like glass in my lungs as I tried to compose myself- forcing down the pain in my jaw, in my stomach, in my heart.

I heard footsteps and then the room went still, as if a blanket of ice had fallen over us.

"High Lord, she-she was being impudent-" Begging and broken words, riddled with fear and my eyes shot open at the sound of a sickening crunch, an agonised scream following it, and the aura of death filling the space.

"No, you are impudent, Kier," That voice again, but now it sounded different- the kind of mercilessness that could haunt a person's nightmares, that could be found in the darkest hollows of hell. "You do not touch her, or any other female, ever."

Another crunch and I recognise the sound now, it was bones splintering, tendons tearing, blood gushing and Kier cried out again, a horrible, strangled sound.

"Leave," The High Lord breathed the command, and I felt the floor shake under his restraint like he was funnelling his power down into the ground as an anchor. "and do not heal that hand, I want you to remember my words today, Kier."

I keep my head low, staring at the floor, unable to look up as footsteps bound away, fast and stumbling and I cringe at the sight of blood leaking against the floor, a trail following after Kier as he exits the room.

And despite the tendrils of pain still wrecking through me- I internally groaned at the thought of having to clean the blood up.

An amazed huff of air left the High Lord, it sounded almost like a laugh, but I didn't dare raise my head. Not even as he slowly sauntered over, his footsteps deliberate and slow, I didn't even look up when that trail of blood vanished, magicked away, leaving behind not even a stain in memory.

He stopped before me, and my heart thrummed so loud I knew they could all hear it.

"My Lady," Rhysand murmured, his voice soft now, like a caress of wind against my skin. I swallow down the bitter taste in my mouth, my eyes fluttering as I lift my head- to see the hand he had reaching down for me. "Please, rise."

I blink at the outreached hand, heat filling my cheeks at Rhysand's tender gaze, any whisper of violence or darkness gone, replaced by something so much sweeter. I gnaw on my cheek, my hand sweating and shaking as I reach forward, gently placing my palm in his.

The second our hands connect, something charges through me, bright and sharp and strong and for a second Rhysand's eyes widen, just for a second, but then he blinks at it's gone- as if I had imagined it.

"Thank you, High Lord," I breathe and his fingers curl firmly around my palm as I wince, my knees shaking and knocking as I rise to my feet. He whispers something gently under his breath, his head glancing sideways, and I sigh when Cassandra rises too, her slender frame curling back as she stands.

I crane my neck to meet Rhysand's eyes, and upon seeing my face, seeing the cut leaking blood at my lip, his expression hardens. He still hadn't let go of my hand, his large, ringed fingers still gripping around me like a vice, calming the trembling shakes that ran through me.

"I apologise for Kier's actions," Rhysand sighed, his dark lashes fluttering as he slowly slipped his hand from mine, moving to the pocket of his jacket, his fingers pulling free the cloth there. My hand felt cold as it fell back to my side, but as Rhysand lifted the cloth between his fingers, my head hazed.

I didn't breathe, couldn't, as Rhysand gently brushed the soft cloth against the cut at my lip, soaking the material with blood and being so careful that I didn't even feel the pain stinging at the touch. I feel the surprised stare of Cassie at my side, of his family at his back, but nothing deterred Rhysand.

"I should be the one to apologise, High Lord," I stutter, finally feeling like I can breathe as he pulls his hand away, and I blink away the fog, clearing my throat as I step back, as I let the bubble, he created around us pop. "I spoke out of turn, and I should have bowed-"

"You don't need to apologise for your honesty or anything else," He shook his head, the soft waves of his blue-black hair shifting with the movement, and I forced myself to not stare at every inch of his handsome face. "I don't punish Ladies for words spoken in earnest between friends."

I nod, uncertainty and weariness shining in my gaze as I take in his intense half-smile, a smile that seems to brighten when I glance at Cassandra, looking equally as confused as me, and I shrug weakly.

"Though I will admit I am rather taken aback by your words, Lady Y/N," I shiver at the sound of my name on his silver tongue, at the way he cocked his head down at me, a purely predatory move, as he spoke. "I would like to hear more of your thoughts on the matter."

Hear my thoughts?

I go still at his easy words, at the question rather than a command, and Cassie releases a puff of air- like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room to placate her aching lungs.

"What?" I croak and then wince at the insolence behind my words, a habit that I couldn't shake in front of the High Lord. I pinch my eyes shut at the way his lip quirks, and my embarrassment is worsened by the small chuckle that General Cassian huffs out. "I mean- I'm not sure that's-"

"Now, now- don't go all shy on me, My Lady," Rhysand purred, nonchalance highlighted in every inch of his muscled form as he tucked the cloth back into his pocket and grinned at me, like a lion before devouring a lamb. "I think we're past the point of formalities, yes?"

***

"There is no one on our side but us."

The words were so hollow and defeated, the type of ruined that spoke of no hopes, dreams, or future, just nothing. And it was hard to explain what I felt at the words, like a sharp pain as if she had reached into my chest and torn out my heart with her bare hand.

She said that they have never and will never care- 'they' being me, my court, the people around me now and the ones left behind in my City of Starlight.

Sincere words, loaded words, spoken by a female behind closed doors, in confidence to her friend- and yet, I had overheard.

I wasn't sure what to expect when stepping into this room and wasn't sure what kind of female I would be confronted with. I had anticipated a female full of loathing and darkness, a kind of anger that would burn in her eyes, that could be seen through every breath she took, in every inch of her skin as she moved.

And yet, as I stared at the girl before me, I was met with the exact opposite.

The other lady, Cassandra, had become a shaking mess the second her blue eyes laid upon me, her breaths gasping from her as if everyone would be the last. She was terrified because that was all she knew in this city; it was all she knew of me.

But Lady Y/N was different- she was frightened by me, yes, I saw it in her doe-like eyes, saw it in the memories that flashed through her mind of me, the tales of my cruelty and brutality, the blood that stained my hands and the darkness that tainted my heart.

But she didn't look away, as if she couldn't.

Here she was faced with a monster that mothers warned their children about, yet she stared at me as if she saw me- and was as beguiled by me as I was by her.

"Now, now- don't go all shy on me, My Lady," I smile, the tightness in my chest easing as a stain tints her plump cheeks, and her chocolate eyes widen, "I think we're past the point of formalities, yes?"

Her friend swallows, audible and thick, as if struggling to get down air and Azriel shifts on his feet, his brow furrowed as if concerned the girl might collapse. Y/N glances at her, and amusement fills me at the small, confused shrug she gives her.

"You won't uh-" She clears her throat, her hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and I watch every single movement as she tucks the silken strand over a perfectly arched ear, revealing the smooth column of her neck. "You won't turn me to dust, right?"

I snort, a short and amazed sound, and she gnaws on her lip, avoiding the cut there and I have to begrudgingly tear my gaze away when my court steps forward, my brothers half-smiling and Mor looking at Y/N as if she was as charmed by her as I was.

"No, no, Lady Y/N," My mask slips and slips until it's completely gone, and I'm glad that Kier left, glad that none but her saw me like this because it felt freeing, to be in this Cauldron-forsaken place and be able to genuinely smile. "No one will be turned to dust, on my honour as High Lord."

"Please do tell us," Mor steps forward, a small smile on her red-pained lips and Y/N's breath hitches at the eyes on her, at the attention. "Contrary to what you may think, we do care."

Y/N considers, and I can hear her heart hammering in her chest, fast and loud and endless, but despite that she lifts her chin and something raw runs through me at the look in her eyes- the bravery.

"I- I think that Hewn City is a cesspit, full of the worst kind of Fae and every amoral despicable thing a person could do happens here," She breathes, and her soft body trembles with the exhale, as if speaking these words aloud were exactly the catharsis she needed. "And to be honest, I blame you for that."

Surprise- it fills me and every single other person in the room.

"Y/N!" Cassandra gasps, and her eyes seem to widen further, impossibly big, latching onto me and full of pleading, "She doesn't mean that- she must be more delirious than anticipated from the-"

"Cassie, please," Y/N scoffs, a hollow and low sound, and the tension in the air goes thick as they glance at each other. "Someone needs to say it, it might as well be me."

I fold my arms across my chest, my lips pursing as they stare at each other, some internal telepathic conflict waging between them, in their eyes and despite my abilities, despite the fact, that it would be so easy for me to slip into their minds and wade through all their thoughts, I don't.

I glanced back at my Court, who stood just behind me, and their faces were contemplative too- not angry, nor offended, but shocked- here was this girl, no older than twenty, with eyes as soft as a doe's, telling us exactly how we have failed.

"Please, continue," I nod, and I hope my eyes are encouraging, because even if I do not wish to hear her words, she was right, they needed to be said and I needed to hear them.

"For centuries, the Court of Nightmares and the Court of Dreams have been segregated and somehow we've fallen into two categories: good and bad," She swallows, and something aches in my chest at the sorrow on her lovely face, the burden, "But no one is born bad, people aren't inherently evil but growing up in a place like this? What else is there but the horrors we see and endure, what else are we destined to become?"

Another shaky inhale, a more broken exhale, and my magic burn inside me as if every desperate breath from her is like a call and my body is begging in answer.

"Your court has washed their hands of us, all of us because it was easier to believe that we were all damned than to try to help- the small minority have ruined the majority," Silver lines her hardening gaze, and I feel us all, every single one of us, go tense at the single tear that trickled down her cheek.

I hear a strangled sound come from behind me and my burning gaze glances back- to Mor, tears brimming her eyes and her lips trembling, watching the girl before us, and feeling every single atom of hurt as if it were her own.

"Morrigan was lucky enough to escape this City, these people because she had you- but do you truly think that she is the only good person born here, that in all these years, she is the only one worthy of salvation?"

More tears leak down Mor's face and Y/N's, endless, eternal, years of suffering in one single moment and I feel the guilt of my actions barrel down at me, a truth that I have spent years avoiding coming to light, like a thunderbolt to the heart.

I let my magic hold me down, let it root me in my spot- because those tears on her cheeks are tormenting me, ruining me, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and brush them away.

"So, forgive me if I have no hope left, that died in me, in all of us, long ago," Y/N clears her throat, her chest rising and falling in powerful waves and my throat is as dry as sand as she wipes the tears from her cheeks, "I- I think we could have all been dreamers- if only you had given us the chance."

In five hundred years, the mask I wore never slipped, never faltered, never was hard to wear- until right now. Right now, as my gaze locked with her, as I saw all the horrors she endured, because of my neglect, I couldn't even find that mask within me- it was gone.

There's silence, heavy and long and burdensome for what feels like hours as I stare at her, and I don't think I could look away even if I wanted to do and I don't, I don't want to.

Y/N inhales a sharp breath as I stalk towards her and the magic in me dances and whirls and strikes through the air, dark and ominous and wholly powerful. My jaw locks as she grabs out to her friend, Cassandra whimpering as Y/N yanks the girl behind her- a shield, against me.

Brave- so utterly brave. Willing to face off with a male five hundred years her senior and her High Lord, to protect her friend.

A Queen in her own right.

I stop before her, so close that I feel her breasts brush my chest, feel the small trembles that wreck through her body, can smell the lavender and jasmine on her perfect skin. She raises her eyes to me, and I see every ounce of her character, her heart and soul, as she tries to not cower before me.

"How old are you, My Lady?" I mutter, and she shivers under my easy words, her brow furrowing at the non-threat. "And what do you do here, your role?"

"Twenty-one, High Lord." She swallows, her tongue flicking out nervously to wet her lips and my hands clench at the sight, at the moisture on her pink mouth. "My father was Captain of an import chain for the City, I was given the role of Lady-in-waiting as a reward for his work."

I sense the curiosity and shock of my court behind me, the way they imperceptibly inch closer to me, to us, drawn in by my words- by the intention behind them.

"You believe the alliance is a farce, that it wouldn't change anything?" I ask, softer, and my power slips from me, curling around her curved hips and soft thighs, moving through her silken hair and over her sensitive skin- and she shakes her head, unable to speak. "What if I were to find a Lady of Hewn City who shared your sentiments, who desired for change and salvation just as you do- would that make you more inclined to hope?"

Cassandra sucked in a sharp breath, her blue eyes widening- in realisation. And I felt the air tauten, my inner circle going still, knowingly.

But Y/N cocked her head, a youthful move, not seeing what was right in front of her.

"Yes, I think that you marrying a Lady who genuinely cares for this City and its people would be a step in the right direction," She considers, and I can't fight my smile at the tender, sincere, confusion that pinches her lovely face. "Thought I seriously doubt you will find any such female here."

"Hm," A lazy grin stretches across my face, bright and sure, drawing from the feeling blooming in my chest, raw and new and terrifying as I stare down at her, "I already have."

"High Lord? I don't understand-" Her words melt into a gasp as my fingers caress her cheek, moving ever so gently against that sore cut at her lip- and satisfaction fills me when her eyes flutter, a breathy sound slipping from her.

"I have already found the perfect Lady to marry," Her face burns as I run my eyes languidly down her figure, across her entire face and body- and she stills as realisation fills her, "All you have to do is say yes, Y/N darling."

[an-spideog]

Tá vs Is

Something that a lot of learners struggle with in Irish is when to translate "is/am/are" as "tá" and when to use "is".

Tá is a form of the verb bí in the present tense so anything I say about it applies to all of its forms. Is is something called the "copula" and again what I say about it applies to its other forms.

So for example you would say "Tá mé go maith" for "I am good" but you would say "Is múinteoir mé" for "I am a teacher". This kind of gets across the most basic rule which is that you use is when you're linking together nouns or pronouns:

Is múinteoir é - He's a teacher

Is múinteoir maith é - He's a good teacher

Is múinteoir é an príomhoide - The principal is a teacher

Is mise an múinteoir - I am the teacher

Is é an múinteoir é - He is the teacher

You can probably see above that the syntax can be a little bit complex there, the words aren't always in the same order as english and the structure can change depending on things being definite ("the teacher") or indefinite ("a teacher"). But I won't go into the details of that in this post.

Whereas you can use tá for other things, but not for linking nouns or pronouns together.

Tá sé anseo - He is here (adverb)

Tá sé go maith - He is good (adverb, kind of adjective)

Tá sé ard - He is tall (adjective)

Tá sé ar an mbord - He is on the table (preposition)

Something to note is that you can use the copula 'is' to link nouns and adjectives and nouns/pronouns like you can with tá, but it's less common and is more used for emphasis these days.

Is mór an fear - The man is big

Is láidir na mná - The women are strong

Or in another but more common structure

Is mór an fear é - He is a big man

Is láidir an bhean í - She's a strong woman

Let me know if you have questions about any of this or if you want me to go more in depth with the structure of the copula since I do think it's quite a complex part of the language.

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Writing Refresher: "Each"

Each - refers to every one of two (or more) individuals/objects within a group.

Typically describes countable nouns (which you can represent in singular or plural form), rather than uncountable nouns (which cannot occur in plural form).

Can function as a distributive, pronoun, adjective, or adverb:

Distributive - a word that refers to one or multiple entities within a group of countable nouns. In some situations, words like “individually,” “exclusively,” or “separately” can be synonyms for “each.”

As an indefinite pronoun - “each” refers to a general group without naming who or what it refers to.

As an indefinite adjective, "which "each" describes nouns in a general manner without specifically naming who or what they are.

As an adverb, you can use “each” to mean “apiece.”

SINGULAR & PLURAL FORMS

The word “each” refers to a singular subject (within a group of countable nouns), so it is technically a singular word.

Writers who use “each” to refer to the subject of a sentence should modify the number of the verb depending on whether the subject is singular or plural.

If “each” appears before a singular noun or subject, use the singular verb form.

If it follows a plural subject, use the plural verb form.

THE PRONOUN PHRASE: "EACH OF"

Can be confusing to use before a plural noun or other pronoun.

Often incorrectly used: the plural verb form (“each of them have”).

In this case, the correct choice is the singular form of the verb (“each of them has”).

EXAMPLES

“Each member of the team is interested in becoming a leader.”

The phrase “each member of the team” (which is singular) calls for using the singular present tense form of the verb “to be” (which is “is”).

“They each have multiple degrees in different subjects.”

In this example, the plural pronoun “they” requires the plural verb “have,” separated by “each,” which means that every individual member of the group possesses the same distinctions (“multiple degrees in different subjects”).

“Each one of the houses has a brand new window treatment.”

A singular verb is still correct to use with collective nouns (which are singular nouns that refer to more than one person, place, or thing).

Using the phrase “each one of” before the collective noun “the houses” makes the singular verb “has” correct.

This rule also applies to plural pronouns such as “them.”

“Each photograph in the collection was beautiful.”

In this example, “was” is the correct verb choice to refer to each singular photograph in the whole collection, which is a group.

“Each of my siblings is going to school.”

Even though “siblings” is a plural subject, the modifying phrase “each of my” requires using the singular form of the verb “to be,” which is “is.”

Source ⚜ More: Writing Basics & Refreshers

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Resbang 2024 Promo #3

Heaven on Hold

Presented by Author: @chickycherrycola [AO3]

With Artist: @worldismyne Artist: @thiefofblood and Artist: @moriohpissky

Pairings: Soul / Maka, Tsubaki / Liz Rating: E Warnings: explicit language, blood and violence, religious themes, sexual content

Summary:

"Banished from Heaven and severed from the only home she's ever known, fallen angel Maka spends her days in exile alone, haunted by her mistakes and hunting the sinful streets of Las Vegas, hellbent on exterminating enough demons to earn back her wings. When she meets Soul, an unsuspecting demon who takes a liking to her in a nightclub, she thinks she's hit the jackpot - her ninety-ninth demon soul, her golden ticket back to divinity, her key to leaving the mortal realm behind for good and restoring her place among the angels once and for all. However, when her attempt on his life goes awry and she accidentally binds his soul to hers, instead of a one-way trip back to Heaven, she finds herself stuck on Earth indefinitely with a demonic roommate and his equally demonic cat.  And, worst of all, she has no idea how to undo the binding spell, since she doesn't even understand how she cast it in the first place."

Please enjoy the story and art previews below the cut!

"There's a demon in this nightclub. 

She knows that soul signature anywhere—has been hunting it relentlessly for months on end. Infernal, malevolent, chaotic. Pure evil. 

Except—

Except something feels different about this one. She can’t quite put her finger on it, but it's definitely not like the other demons she's encountered thus far.

“Maka? You alright?” Tsubaki's voice interrupts Maka's racing thoughts, brings them to a screeching halt. She tilts her head curiously to the side and fixes her dark eyes upon Maka’s face. “You seem tense. What’s up?” 

“Tense? Me?” Maka tries for a laugh, but it comes out forced—too high-pitched to be natural, too flat to be convincing. “N-No, I’m fine, I— I just—”

If only Tsubaki knew that demons were real. If only Maka could tell her she’s been slaughtering them for months, that it’s been the sole purpose of her existence during her miserable time on Earth. The words are practically bursting off the tip of her tongue, begging to be set free, and all of a sudden, standing here in this nightclub with the closest thing she has to an actual friend, Maka all but aches to tell Tsubaki everything. That not only are all the stories true—about yokai, demons, whatever name mortals have bestowed upon them over the centuries—but also that she’s certain there’s one in this very building with them. 

But she can’t. 

She can’t tell Tsubaki the truth, and it’s a crushing reminder of her loneliness. She’s on her own in this—she’ll have to locate the demon without giving herself away, will have to make an excuse to separate from the group and stalk through the club without detection. She’ll have to—

“Maka?” 

The smell of sulfur is overwhelming now, so potent it's burning the insides of her nostrils and making her eyes water, and that heavy feeling in the air is so thick, so palpable as it presses against Maka’s psyche it’s hard to focus on anything else. That sensation of claws on the back of her neck and dread in the very marrow of her bones; the itch in her fingers to reach under the hem of her dress for her daggers, and, ugh, this demon must be right behind her, if only she could—

“Hey, Tsubaki. Sorry I’m a little late.” 

A voice, then, cuts through the haze of Maka’s panicked thoughts and clouded senses—masculine, maddeningly casual. Deep, with a rich, velvety timber, but a bit ragged around the edges. 

Unfamiliar. 

“Oh, Soul!" Tsubaki says. “You made it!” 

Maka turns her head, then, and—

And the demon is standing right beside her. 

Maka doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream with sheer, unbridled joy at her luck—at the universe just dropping a demon into her lap, practically gift-wrapped. She hadn’t gone out tonight with the expectation of finding her very last demon soul, yet here she is. Here he is, walking right into the clutches of the hands that will deliver his untimely demise. 

He doesn’t look like a demon—or at least, he doesn’t look like any of the demons she's used to killing. He looks unnervingly human, not a trace of demonic heritage to be found in his appearance—a glamour, Maka realizes, and a damn good one too. Pale, shaggy blond hair and chocolatey-brown eyes, an easy, crooked smile and a slight slouch in his posture. Perfectly rounded ears, blunt fingernails—no points or claws or sharp edges to speak of. 

A human disguise convincing enough, it probably would have even fooled her, if she couldn’t see right through to his soul.

His soul, glowing crimson beneath the facade, beneath the dark v-neck t-shirt and leather jacket adding to the mortal disguise. There are chains on his belt and too many metal studs in his ears to count, and he's also clutching a small gift bag between his fingers, all the while the infernal signature of Hell pulses steadily within him, hidden to Tsubaki and Liz and all the rest of the patrons in the nightclub except her. 

Here stands before her her ninety-ninth demon soul. Thank the Archangel she'd had the good sense to bless her daggers—she could be seeing the gates of Heaven by sunrise if she succeeds."

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Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 34

[One Last Goodbye]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Thirty-Three] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Five] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of Death, Blood, Canonical Violence)

[Back to current Timeline] 

When you all arrive in Odiha it is dark and quiet. The atmosphere is eerie as though it holds the knowledge that everything around you will become nothing in the daybreak. The residents that would've once resided in the city have fled, as seen by the lack of ships present. Your insides churn as you think about the impending doom that has already caused destruction no doubt to other areas of Marley. You think about Libero, the city you all visited what felt like so long ago. Would the refugees that you had danced and eaten with be alright? Or were they already crushed in the steam and the footsteps of the Titans that flatten the very Earth? Deep down, however, you know it is already too late for Libero. 

It was North of where you were and no doubt had already been flattened with civilians having nowhere to go and military forces too weak. Honestly, they could've had all the ammunition and weapons the world had to offer but it still would've done nothing against the constant thumping and sheer dominion of the Titans that would've approached them. You know already the despair that Gabi, Pieck and Falco have fallen into, Falco's cries of grief were heard in the confines of the ship as he awoke to the shattering news; the place they were from, their families and their friends were probably if not indefinitely dead. You also see Annie in conversation with Mikasa in the distance, a look that shields her obvious despondency on her face. You knew of her hope to save her father, but she seemed to lack the motivation to continue the fight after the indication that Libero had ceased to exist. 

You frown in your perturbation and your facial features tense as you all do your best to help the Marleyan engineers. You rid of explosives lining the flying ship, putting them aside for later use, you listen and provide tools and resources they frantically call out for, and you pray that somehow the pace of their services is enough. You work for several long hours until your concentration is broken by Armin's hushed but pleading voice in the distance and your eyes widen. "This is crazy! You should still be in bed!" Levi walks unsteadily to you all, stumbling and barely walking over to you but his gaze is sharp and clouded with more than its usual vexation. "Stay in bed? If I lie down any longer, you shits are gonna forget all about me." His voice is hoarse but laden with grit as he clenches down on his teeth to stop his obvious show of pain. You sigh heavily at his words but remain unsurprised by his unwillingness to stay out of the fight despite being barely able to stand. 

Your eyebrows knit together in worry as Armin tries and fails to stop him, Levi's next words however concede with what you all had to do next. "And that bearded bitch who passed out after her arm was broken is awake." He mutters bitterness doctoring his tone. "I'll be damned if we don't make her tell us where Eren's going." You walk over to him as Armin looks up to you in his despair at the lack of control he domineers over the stubborn Captain. Levi looks up ready to retort any notion that he goes back to bed, but you know that your efforts would be wasted. You offer Levi your shoulder as his gaze turns to surprise at your willingness to allow him to remain. Hooking his arm around you Armin looks in bewilderment but you turn to Levi who uses your support to go find Hange and the rest. "You know, you're just as bad at taking instructions as I am," you mutter slight annoyance in your tone but when you meet his tired eyes you smile gently. "Let's find the bearded bitch." 

..... 

"Most likely, that is Eren's second target." Yelena sits in front of Hange, you, Levi, Armin, Pieck and Kiyomi as she speaks of Eren's probable location whilst upon her bed. She claimed she gave him information on two targets, the first being the Karifa Naval Port where after our raid on Libero, Global combined fleets were likely present. The second was a fortress in Marley's southern mountains, an airship research base. The two locations were the most prominent threats to the Rumbling, and with the Naval Port being likely destroyed already, the second depicted where Eren was going next. "Fort Salta..." Our eyes go to Pieck who has a dark but contemplative look on her face. "True. If he knew of the existence of weapons that had the slightest chance of harming the Founding Titan..." Yelena looks exhausted as she finishes the thoughts Pieck voiced. "I expect that's his next stop after Karifa Naval Port... He'll go to destroy the airships." 

Levi now speaks from where he sits as you stand by his side. "You answered mighty obediently," he says darkly, gaze not faltering on the forlorn woman in front of him who merely replies not meeting our stares. "I have a request for all of you." She hunches over, grip tightening on the blanket that rests atop her as she mutters her next few words. "Zeke was defeated. But he was right... The only solution to the two-millennium-spanning Eldian problem was the euthanization plan. I'm sure you can see that in the wake of this disaster." You think of your cousin who had hoped to use if not convince Eren into joining him on his plan to use his Titan, one of royal blood and Eren's founding Titan to euthanize us Eldians so we go extinct in peace. Only, he became the one who was used, now trapped under Eren's control as he used the linkage between them to cause the rumbling instead. Though you never truly liked the man, you knew anything was better than the total massacre the world now saw upon their doorsteps. 

"Yeah. I admit it."

It's Hange who speaks before turning away from Yelena who still grips onto her bed in silent affliction. "I wasn't able to show Eren any solution, or hope, or a future. I admit my powerlessness." You shake your head gently at Hange's downtrodden words, turning away too as you sigh heavily. "We were all powerless," you say softly as you all drown under the weight of what has been caused. ‘Captain... do you think we'll ever be free?’  You remember the lingering question that had been voiced by Eren mere hours before he disappeared from you all. ‘Look after them for me...’  You wonder if you could've given him an answer that could've saved him from his want to wipe out the world; you wonder if you had an answer to give him at all. 

..... 

"Hange! In about an hour, we can begin preparations for take-off!" Onyankopon calls out to Hange who stands by you, your squad and Levi. The sun had already risen from the horizon enlightening the sky with the dawn, but you wondered if this was the last sunrise you would get to see. "Got it!" Hange calls out back to him before turning to you all once more. "You heard the man. Each of you, inspect your gear." Your squad yells out in confirmation checking their ODM gear once more and you do the same only to be interrupted by a grunt from Levi as he pulls against the hilt of his gear with his right ring finger. He had lost his index and middle finger to the explosions caused by the thunder spear thanks to Zeke. You frown, concern clouding your senses as you look down to your husband who sits on a crate in front of you. "Levi..." you utter his name only for him to look up as he sees the apprehension in your gaze and tries to ease it but barely succeeds. "Two fingers is all I need. I'm ready." 

You shake your head now doubting the decision you made a mere hour ago when he somehow convinced you to let him fight. You argued more seriously than you had ever done before with the man you loved and your voices had echoed in the barren night. It was a back-and-forth, rebuttal to rebuttal. You desperately wanted him to stay on the ship and leave with Kiyomi and Annie along with Gabi and Falco (who didn't know they were to be left behind but Pieck had said she would force them to anyway). You couldn't bear to see the man risk his life as he always did but more so now in his injured state, but Levi couldn't bear to be left behind. He had a goal he wouldn't rest until he accomplished: kill Zeke Jaeger, but he also refused to leave you, not ever again. Sitting in your absence, pondering over your victory or death was torture to him. You had only exhaustedly conceded in your knowledge that he wouldn't be able to be at peace unless he killed Zeke and that you truly couldn't force the man to do anything once his mind had been made, even if it killed him. 

"[y/n]" he says clasping your hand gently. "I'm fine." You continue to frown however still unliking the idea. "If you die, I'll kill you." You mutter though your eyes held serious intent, before you sigh, gaze suddenly softening with his grasp on yours. "Remember our promise?" You ask looking to Levi, how much he had grown from the young boy you met in the Underground when all you did was look to the dark nothingness of the overhead ceiling and voice your dreams to each other; when you flew through the devoid streets and stole goods for the good of you all. How much had you changed from the girl who ran away as an orphan, seemingly abandoned and fighting just to live? How much had you grown? Levi squeezes your hand and nods. "Always." 

You look up when the voices of your squad reach the air and you turn seeing that Annie was saying her goodbyes to Reiner and Pieck as she was to set sail on the boat we had arrived in once more. Though it couldn't guarantee her safety it could give her just a chance at escape and she along with Kiyomi was entrusted with keeping Porco and Gabi with them, trapped in a cabin on the ship. "Annie, take care!" Connie yells out as Hange waves their hand in the air as well. "See you later!" Even Mikasa lets out a small smile at the girl and Jean lifts his hand in a silent goodbye. You look at Annie in silence alongside Levi. She was the one who had taken your squad from you. Petra who remains one of the closest friends you ever did have, Oluo who you remember both bickering and laughing with, Gunther who you trained with so often, and Eld who had been so reliable and easy to converse with. Their lives were stripped away, and you see in Levi's gaze that he reminisces in the same way. 

You find yourself, however, harbouring no hatred towards the woman who turns to now board the ship, but at the same time can say nothing. You have nothing to say or offer the girl, so you merely watch as your comrades bid her farewell, noticing her slight hesitance when Armin lifts his hand as well in a seemingly silent exchange. "Armin, are you all right with this?" It's Mikasa who speaks as Armin's face suddenly reddens at her words. "With what?" He asks but you obviously see the way his eyes widen as though caught, and you wonder if you missed something between the two. "To be honest, I was relying on her," Jean mutters from beside you as he looks frowning to the ground before Connie also speaks looking at the ship. "But Annie has fought enough," he says gently, eyebrows pulled together. "I want Annie to stay Annie," Armin says as he looks to the woman who continues to walk aboard. 

"Are you two sure you want to come with us? Assuming the rumbling stops, Eldians won't find themselves in a great position..." Hange now turns to Reiner and Pieck who approach you all, the same dark but resolute looks on their faces. "I hate to admit it, but you were right, Hange." It's Pieck who speaks looking to the Commander. "General Magath was leaving us a final order: to work together and do what needs to be done." Hange's face turns into a relieved smile as you see emotion flood their eyes. "Pieck... I'd love to ride on the Cart Titan's back sometime and feel its body heat as we-" Hange suddenly spills into their rants, forever curious of the Titans before being interrupted by Pieck. "No," she says looking to Hange with a now disturbed look on her face, but you can't help the lightness in your chest at the more familiar exchange. "That took a sudden, creepy turn." Pieck and Reiner now move away but you let out a small smile. 

"I see your love of Titans is still unrequited, four eyes," Levi mutters as he accepts your hand pulling him up from where he sits. Now it's just you, him and Hange. "We'll be pals soon enough," they reply softly as though melancholic. "Levi... [y/n]..." Hange's voice is now uncharacteristically soft as they talk to you from where they stand, facing away. "Do you think they're all watching? You think we can stand proud before our fallen comrades as we are now?" A long silence reaches the air as Levi replies, a conflicted look on his face. "Don't go and start sounding like him." You know he speaks of Erwin, Hange almost mimicking the conversation he last had with you both before riding into his death. Hange lets out a breathless laugh, agreeing with Levi but you grab onto Hange's shoulder causing them to face you. "We're proud of you Hange," you mutter gently, "you know that at least." Their expression morphs, emotions rising again in their eyes before they somehow settle, a gentle look adorning their face. 

There is a brief silence; short but serene. However, it is left only to be interrupted harshly by the piercing sound of a familiar noise. Gunshots. You and Hange turn, hearts suddenly thrumming to life at the sound, Levi's eyes also widen in concern before you sprint to the location of the noise. When you and Hange make it to the large shed that the mechanics were working in you are met with indescribable surprise at the sight in front of you. "Flock..." Hange mutters because, well, there he was. The same auburn hair and brown eyes, only now he was flat on his back, blood seeping from his mouth and pooling underneath him. Your squad was already crowded around the boy shock evident in each of your features... he was supposed to be dead. You had watched as he was shot by Gabi and fell to the open sea. "Don't tell me you clung to the ship all the way here-" Hange starts looking at him in grim wonderment before Onyankopon’s urgent voice fills the air. 

"Hange!"

You turn to where he stands next to the airship you had all spent hours preparing. "There are holes in the fuel tank!" Everyone freezes and you feel your heart plummet, you watch as Reiner, Pieck and Levi also look from the entrance of the shed in sheer despair. "We can't fly like this!" One of the Mechanics moves forward to assess the damage. "Don't lose hope," he says hastily looking at the bullet holes. "If we seal the holes, we can make it work! Get the welding tools!" The Marleyan mechanics move at once, the calm atmosphere now enveloped in frantic movements. "How long will it take?" Hange asks quickly catching up to one of the mechanics who grasps his shoulder, bleeding from a gunshot wound. "With tin plates, we could do it in an hour, barely," the man replies, but he is cut off again as the atmosphere tenses once more. 

The ground is shaking. 

Tools upon tables clatter and you feel the trembling movement of the Earth below you. The lamp above you squeaks as it moves from side to side. You stop in the fear that now encapsulates you all. "This sound..." Hange mutters as you feel Levi tense from where you approach him. "The rumbling... is here." A shaky voice fills the air, one marked with death but one that is heard nonetheless. "Please... don't..." It was Flock. He still lies on the ground from a small distance away, his voice trembling with the lack of strength that comes from the path to demise. "Every... one... on the... island... will be... killed... Our... devils... are our... only... hope" Jean and Hange crouch over the man and Jean shouts his name but Hange looks downward at the obvious lack of life that now caters his eyes. "He's dead." Jean turns to them in shock but Hange continues, the same downcast look brimming their eyes. "It's as you said Flock," Hange mutters out as they close the eyes of the now deceased man. "But I just can't give up. Even if it's hopeless today... maybe someday..." 

..... 

Several short moments pass in the frantic movements of the mechanics and the rushed descent of the Titans that are now basically minutes away from approaching. The oscillation of the ground is now unmistakable and you join your squad, Reiner and Pieck as they stand by the ocean, dark looks warping your faces. You feel the quake of the ground and the way it becomes so hard to breathe when you see what could be the cause of all your deaths creep up on you so soon. Your mind whirls with a hundred possibilities on what you could do, and yet you and your squad seemed to have resigned to giving the mechanics as much space as they needed to get the job done; to praying to whatever’s out there that we survive. However, it seems pleading does nothing to hinder the movement of the Titans. They are large, after all they made up the walls that had surrounded you day in and day out. They were capable of causing so much destruction, and what they couldn't destroy, they burnt. 

They were large enough to emit large plumes of steam not unlike the Colossal Titan. You knew their descent was upon you now, and you desperately needed a resolution, a way to make it out alive. You desperately needed Armin or Hange or anyone to come up with a plan that could buy you more time, but as you searched your own mind, you were only filled with dread, because there seemed only one solution to bartering with time. "Armin, do you have any ideas?" Mikasa's voice stops your mind's rambling as she asks the man next to him, both their gazes locked with the ocean’s horizon as though trying to ignore the danger that lurks from just behind them. "Only one," Armin replies slowly, fighting to keep the desperation out of his voice. "I stay behind and slow them down." He is quickly interrupted by the voice of Reiner who goes to him quickly while your squad members look to Armin in dread. "It can't be you. You're our sole trump card for stopping Eren. I'll do it." 

"That's out of the question!" 

Hange's voice now interrupts Reiner as they approach you all and you look up, but you find yourself with the feeling of unease once again as you observe their determined facade. You could see where this was going, the hint at sacrifice making you freeze by its implications, making you fear whatever it is that Hange is going to do or say next. "We can't afford to expend another shred of Titan power. I'm the one who led you this far. And we killed many friends and comrades to get here. I'm taking responsibility for that." Your heart pounds as you curse the world you live in once again, the pace of Hange's resolve is too fast for you to interrupt however as they now go to Armin and stand before him. "Armin Arlert. I hereby designate you the 15th Commander of the Scout Regiment. The position calls for a certain quality- a mindset of continuously pursuing understanding. There's no one more suitable than you... I leave everyone in your hands." Wait. "Well, that's that." Wait. "See ya, everyone." Wait. "Ah yes, Levi's your underling now, so really put him to work." Wait. 

You watch as Hange goes to leave, the goodbyes offered so scarce and brief. You watch as they start to wander away from where you all stand walking back towards the shed, essentially as a sacrifice. Your mind can't comprehend the pace of it all... Hange... wait no, Hange can't go... not Hange. What... What's happening? The faces of all you have lost flash in your mind, your heart rate picks up and it feels as though your voice is lost along with your breath. Your stomach churns and your senses almost dull before they sharpen. You don't realise you're moving and you don't comprehend the wide eyes of your squad mates as you move faster than you had ever gone, essentially disappearing and reappearing in front of Hange. "Wait!" you say to Hange, your eyes wide and fierce as you watch Hange's face contort into one of brief surprise. "[y/n]..." You shake your head in dismissal and you watch their gaze soften at your reluctance to let them go.

Because how could you? 

You remember the first time you saw Hange; it was when you, Levi, Isabel and Furlan introduced yourselves. You remember their curious gaze that had turned to you underneath the rim of their glasses. You remember countless, countless exhibitions you went on beyond the walls. You remember fighting together, training together, laughing together, teasing Levi together. You remember the myriads of times you had been by their side as they made discoveries, their excited gaze, their unsolicited and yet oftentimes humours remarks about the Titans they oddly adored. They had been there and other than Levi had been the only one to remain by your side all this time. They had been one of your closest friends and confidants, a source of so much of your hope and admiration. How could you go on? Who would you joke around with, converse with, and continue to grow with as you did with Hange? 

When Hange looks at you the same thoughts can only run through their mind. 

You, [y/n], were one of the closest people they ever had the privilege to meet. You who always seemed to defend their antics and provide encouragement. You who seemed to revel as much as they did amid every discovery. You who they missed so much more than they let on when you were in Marley for a year. You are ever so kind and conversant and willing to listen. You, their comrade and their friend. "Wait Hange... let's think this through... no... not you, I can-" But they cut you off sharply, gaze almost laden with anger that brims from the care they hold for you. "No [y/n], not you." When you look up at them, you know they talk to you as a friend, not as a Commander. "We had a good run, didn't we [y/n]..." They look down at you and you see the faint trace of tears brim their eye as yours widen further in complete loss, the same look mirrored within them. "Thank you [y/n]," they say as they turn to you fondly.

"You always made this cruel world more bearable." 

They go to move and you grasp their shoulder tightly causing them to freeze as you force yourself to composure. ‘Is this really happening?’ You loosen your grip, arm falling to your side in defeat as you look to the ground, because you know this is the final goodbye. "Thank you, Hange... for staying by my side all this time... for everything." Hange goes rigid at your words as they force themselves to remain as stoic as possible and so they move on. You turn and watch them, every step further from you, closer to danger. They now stop at Levi, and you look up and see in his eyes the same turmoil he wishes he could voice. "Hey. Four-eyes." He mutters to Hange who responds but finds their nerves slowly creep up on them as cold sweat drips from their face. "You understand, right Levi? My turn's come at last. I have the urge to make a supremely cool exit right now. Don't stop what I've got going." There is a long silence and Levi's eyes sharpen before he lifts his right fist and holds it up for Hange. 

"Give your heart" 

Hange pauses, emotion clouding their eyes before they break into a weak smile, the glint in their eye deepening as Levi releases his fist held up. "That's the first time I've heard you say that," Hange mutters before going to move forward muttering their final words so only he could hear. 

"Look after her." 

Levi doesn't get to respond and Hange is off. They leap through the air attaching to several buildings before flying high in the sky. Their eyes gleam at the hoard of Titans that await them and they take the sight in one last time. "Titans truly are marvellous!" They swing through the air attaching to a Titan before letting out a deafening yell and releasing a Thunder Spear. The Titan collapses and more cascades in a domino effect, falling over the other mindlessly. Hange continues, attaching and detaching, moving swiftly through the air at a pace only an experienced Scout and Commander could. They aim, before shooting a Thunder Spear once more hitting the knee of another Titan causing it to tumble, imitating the others. You and your squad members look on grim expressions adorning your faces, only interrupted by the voice of a mechanic shouting to you. 

"The holes are sealed! Start fuelling! Hurry! Hurry!" You all move into action assisting them, all the while Hange swings through the air trying with all their might to hold off the Titans for any second longer. The destruction slowly makes its way to the shed the airship is in and the yells of Hange are faint as they desperately keep the Titans away. "They're right on top of us! There's no more time for fuelling! Start the engine!" Everyone is already on the airship while Jean, Connie, Reiner and you help to push the vehicle out of the shed, Onyankopon starting the engine. The Titans are at your doorstep, Hange flying at a faster pace at the Titans that now swarm around you. "Launch the ship!" You quickly jump on, Mikasa pulling you in while the three others outside now do the same, but you turn wide-eyed, just in time to see Hange's figure catch a flame, burning before falling to the ground. 

Hange... 

You sit back on a chair next to Levi in a daze while your squad members around you drown under the despair of the loss of their Commander. They cry out, shoulders shaking as they mutter Hange's name in defeat. Even Pieck and Reiner are unable to say anything as they look downward at the grief of losing yet another one of their allies. You are heartbroken, your mind shattered and yet your tears feel entrapped and your breath stuck in your throat. You watch in silence as the people around you lose themselves in their sorrow while you feel so numb. You have lost Hange, and the gnawing feeling of grief and dejection and loneliness grows within you as you face another loss, another goodbye. You lean back and squeeze your eyes tightly, before looking up at the ceiling that seems to blur with the tears you refuse to shed. Levi's hand finds yours and you turn to him. 

He sits slouched slightly forward and yet seems to be enveloped with the same feelings you are feeling. You see the same loss and loneliness envelop him as you witness his eyebrows pinch together in silent unrest. "So long, Hange." His voice is soft but you hear the soft utter upon the crying that fills the room. Rarely does he ever use their name, at least with such a muted tone. "Watch us." That's when you feel your tears overflow, at the pain that is in the grievance of losing someone you’ve known for so long. It was just you two now, the only veterans of the Scouts that remained. You see the loss in his devastated gaze and you feel it seep into your chest. Never again would you hear the bright and curious voice that always calls out to you, always calls out to Levi. No matter how much it had irritated him, you knew he would miss them... he would miss Hange. 

In the grief that enveloped the two of you, you did what you could only do. You leaned your head against his shoulder gently, tightened the hold on his hand, and hoped that the quiet reassurance was enough for him to know that he was not alone. 

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[Chapter Thirty-Three] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Five]

A/N: Um, why did this make me cry so much?? But Levi's lonely figure after he says goodbye to Hange?? Please can someone just hug him?! 

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[yuk-tepat]

Diachronic change in Yuk Tepat

Yuk Tepat is often presented here as a fixed entity - “Classical Yuk Tepat” - but beneath that has undergone evolution like all languages. The following sentences both mean “A man I didn’t know came in.” The first represents the most archaic layer of old Tepat, and the second is a relatively modern colloquial version from the late Conciliarity period.

Ci niw yan-uk syow mi-yat ku hyew.

*[tsi niw ja nuk sju me jat ku hjew]

PAST enter person 1P REL NEG know to room

(Alternately: Ci niw yan syuk mi-yat ku hyew. (syuk = syu + =uk)

Hûq-khal yan i-wat ôl-yat mul nt’ôl-nyul hyew-iw.

[hɯʔ kʰal ja ni wɒ ɾl̩ jat mu ln̩ tl̩ nyɬ çø wiw]

one CLASS person of 1P PAST know NEG 3P PAST enter room CIS

Let’s unpack this. First, a couple of very notable things:

The modern sentence is much longer.

Only three words are the same in both sentences: yan, yat, hyew.

Digging deeper….

Ci was the normal particle expressing past tense in Old Yuktepat, but it has been replaced by ôl in the second sentence.

The second sentence begins with a subject noun phrase Hûq-khal yan i-wat ôl-yat mul, which is normal SVO word order. The equivalent subject noun phrase in the first sentence comes AFTER the verb. In archaic language, this is an acceptable ordering for INDEFINITE subject nouns (but actually, it would still have been unusual for a complex noun phrase like this).

The subject noun yan in the second sentence is modified by a numeral-classifier phrase hûq-khal ‘one.’ This kind of specification of number - such as ‘one’ for any old indefinite noun phrase - is more common in later Yuk Tepat.

The first person pronoun. In the first sentence, there is a clitic form -uk. In later Yuk Tepat, everything has been leveled to the invariable pronoun wat.

The subject contains a relative clause. In the first sentence, it is relativized by syow, in the second sentence it is relativized by i. I also means ‘of’ and has been generalized to all kinds of situations, while specific subordinating particles like syow - which is only used to relativize objects - have fallen out of use.

(Additionally, syow and -uk might occur together as a fused form syuk.)

The negative. The first sentence uses mi before the verb, the second sentence uses mul after the verb.

The second sentence contains a pronoun nat (contracted to nt) which follows the subject noun phrase, before the verb. Kind of like ‘The man I didn’t know, he entered the room.’

Niw and nyul ‘enter.’ Niw and nyul are the same verb basically. Niw is an older intransitive form. Most verb pairs of this sort have been leveled to only one form. In Yuk Tepat, the originally transitive form nyul has taken over everything.

The first sentence has a preposition ku ‘in, at, to.’ This is missing in the second sentence. ‘To’ is considered implicit in the verb nyul. Ku is no longer used except in fixed expressions.

The second sentence ends in a clitic -iw indicating motion toward the speaker. This is derived from the verb khiw ‘come.’

These examples are very different, but the reality may not be that extreme. Although only 3 words are identical, most words in either sentence are found in all stages of the language, although their usage may have shifted. For example past tense ci is still used, but it has a very archaic sound. It is used for DISTANT past, or in say, historical textbooks, but ôl is now the neutral past tense marker. Hence, either (written) sentence should be interpretable to someone from the other time period. Through this we also see one trend of the language’s evolution, that of reducing morphological variants to a single uninflected form.

[jaiminiofficial]

Present indefinite tense in Hindi - Examples | Exercise

Present indefinite tense in Hindi - वर्तमानकाल में किसी की आदत या हमेशा होने वाली कोई क्रिया व्यक्त करने के लिए सामान्य वर्तमानकाल का प्रयोग होता है। ( काल की पहचान )

Present indefinite tense in Hindi – Examples | Exercise Present indefinite tense in Hindi – वर्तमानकाल में किसी की आदत या हमेशा होने वाली कोई क्रिया व्यक्त करने के लिए सामान्य वर्तमानकाल का प्रयोग होता है। ( काल की पहचान ) वाक्य की पहचान – सामान्य वर्तमानकाल वाक्यों के अंत में ता है, ते हैं, ती है का प्रयोग होता है। Present indefinite tense in Hindi – Examples | Exercise Present indefinite…

[gwendolynlerman]

Russian Vocabulary

How to Remember the Names of Cases

Russians are taught a mnemonic rule to remember the names of cases. It is a sentence in which each word begins with the initial of the case: Иван Родил Девчонку, Велел Тащить Пелёнку (Ivan had a baby girl and ordered (someone) to bring diapers).

Иван - именительный (nominative)

Родил - родительный (genitive)

Девочку - дательный (dative)

Велел - винительный (accusative)

Тащить - творительный (instrumental)

Пелёнку - предложный (prepositional)

Grammar

слово - word

корень - root

префикс - prefix

суффикс - suffix

окончание - ending

существительное - noun

склонение - declension

падеж - case

род - gender

мужской - masculine

женский - feminine

средний - neuter

число - number

единственное - singular

множественное - plural

одушевлённость - animacy

одушевленное - animate

неодушевлённое – inanimate

глагол - verb

спряжение - conjugation

лицо - person

первое - first

второе - second

третье - third

время - tense

инфинитив - infinitive

настоящее - present

прошедшее - past

будущее - future

наклонение - mood

индикативное - indicative

повелительное - imperative

условное - conditional

вид - aspect

несовершенный - imperfective

совершенный - perfective

залог - voice

активный - active

пассивный - passive

причастие – participle

деепричастие - adverbial participle

глагол движения - verb of motion

направленность - directionality

однонаправленный - unidirectional

разнонаправленный - multidirectional

прилагательное - adjective

краткая форма - short form

полная форма - long form

сравнительная степень - comparative form

превосходная степень - superlative form

местоимение - pronoun

личное местоимение - personal pronoun

определитель - determiner

возвратное - reflexive

вопросительное - interrogative

неопределённое - indefinite

определительное - emphatic

отрицательное - negative

притяжательное - possessive

указательное - demonstrative

числительное - numeral

дробное - fractional

порядковое - ordinal

числовое - cardinal

наречие - adverb

предлог - preposition

сочетание - conjunction

междометие - interjection

частица - particle

предложение - sentence

утверждение - affirmation

отрицание - negation

вопрос - question

субъект - subject

прямой объект - direct object

косвенный объект - indirect object

координация - coordination

подчинение - subordination

безличное - impersonal

[cellarspider]

Qunlat 12/12: Summary

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This is a reference post that provides links and information previously detailed in my breakdown of canon Qunlat. In the name of brevity, there will be some technical jargon in here, which all gets explained in the linked posts.

Phonaesthetics, Phonotactics, and Phonology

Qunlat’s phonological inventory and orthography are variable from source to source and actor to actor. Please consult the dictionary, orthographic/phonotactic inventory, and IPA charts I’ve put together to catalog these.

Qunlat syllables are (CC)V(CC), with a limited number of consonant clusters permitted.

“ST” can act as a word onset or coda cluster, while “BR” can only act as an onset, and “SS” can appear as a coda. All of these plus “DD” can appear in intervocalic contexts and form clusters with other consonants.

Consonantal and vowel digraphs exist, including SH, TH, AA, EE, AY, AH, EH, and OH.

A canon pronunciation respelling guide exists, but it is not fully consistent with the observed realization of the actual language.

Hyphens can be used in compound words, situations where syllable boundaries might be ambiguous, and for aesthetic considerations.

Nouns and Pronouns

Nouns have no plural forms in Qunlat.

There are no definite or indefinite articles in Qunlat.

“Maraas” can act as a negative article.

Personal pronouns distinguish between number and person, but do not have a gender distinction.

Ala - I, me Ara - you Asit - she, he, him, it, they (singular) Assam - we, us Ost - you (plural), y’all  Adim - they, them (plural)

Subject pronouns can be suffixed to verbs. -ara and -asaam maybe realized as -ra and -saam.

-Asit may have been originally intended to be analyzed as -it, or -it acts as a foreshortened version of -asit.

Verbs

The suffix -toh marks future tense on verbs.

There is no distinct form for present or past.

There is no distinct form for imperatives, beyond English phrasal order.

A possible optative or obligative mood is demonstrated in meravas, but there is not enough information to analyze whether this is the result of verb affixation or the verb itself is a marker of the mood.

Serial verb construction may be possible, but has not been authoritatively documented.

Questions

Questions feature English-like subject-object inversion.

The subject of a question is suffixed with its matching personal pronoun.

The question word “where?” is ben-dar, possibly implying that ben- can serve an added function in these contexts. 

Possession, Benefactives, Instrumental-Comitatives

Possessed nouns come before their possessor. They can be prefixed with ben-, may potentially take a suffix -e, or be unmarked.

Recipients of a benefactive action are preceded by nehraa. Inversion of this word order has been noted at least once, and may alter sentence focus.

An instrumental or comitative is preceded by say. 

Compound Words

Compounding is usually noun-noun, and is head final, unless the compound is an unmarked possessed-possessor relationship. Dvandvas may also be possible.

Verb-noun compounds are documented, as are (tentatively) adjective-nouns.

Profession Names and Nicknames

Common derivational suffixes for professions are -ari and -(a)ad. The former means “person/people (of)”, while the other is presently untranslated, possibly an agentive.

Noun-noun, adjective-noun, and verb-noun compounds may all act as profession names without derivational suffixes. Verb-noun compounds are analyzed as “[Verb]s Object”, not “[Subject] does [Verb]”.

Nicknames function similar to courtesy names. They are descriptive of the individual, and may be another profession name, even if they do not actually do that profession.

Vashoth and Tal-Vashoth names

Tal-Vashoth names have been noted to contain elements of protest or self-description. Some do not change their names at all.

Vashoth names are a mix of potential protest names, profession, descriptive, or reflect optative qualities.

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[olrinarts]

hi, my conlang special interest was activated, have a completely unrelated to CotL ramble about the most complicated one i've done because i'm a fool who causes myself headaches for fun (of note: I am not a trained linguist in any way shape or form, i'm just an autistic person with too much time on their hands, so there are no doubt grievous errors but by god i made it work for me)

so in the homebrew game I ran for 4, almost 5 years, I had three conlangs, one constructed alphabet for a different language (not a conlang), and one real world language i partly learned for it (that one being Iñupiat). The three conlangs were Arllthvvn (have fun guessing how to pronounce that one), its sister language Nvst'h (also have fun with that one), and an isolated language called Cinrot

Cinrot being where I went fucking HAM and went 'how can i make the most absurdly meticulous language I possibly can'

Now Arllthvvn and Nvst'h were only partial conlangs, as they were primarily substituted real world languages that were adjusted for the world's purposes

but Cinrot, my baby, was built almost from the ground up, with bits and pieces of various linguistic features I like as the structure, and the primary base for things like etymology not being any one real world language family, but from me considering the root words and deciding how my synaesthesia processed its colours/textures and then translating that to a different sound

(obviously that would be influenced by the languages i speak/partially speak, but anything similar, like the root 'pard' for cat, wasn't consciously intended; it's just what my synaesthesia said the word should be)

at the extreme base of how it works, Cinrot is an agglutinative language - essentially, there's a bunch of root words and modifiers, and you stick 'em together into a single word - that has a loose SVO word order, though VOS is more or less correct, with it being more a matter of emphasis on the verb or the subject

as an example of how i enjoy hurting myself, I'm gonna show you both noun construction and verb construction

Nouns:

Possessive indicator

plural indicator

Abstract/concrete indicator - there are four noun classes, two animate and two inanimate, with the divide being whether you're using the noun in a literal sense or an abstract/metaphorical/etc sense. Actual animate nouns, such as pard (cat) are never referred to with the inanimate indicators (vī, concrete, and tō, abstract), but inanimate nouns like vate (stone) can use animate indicators (ra, concrete, and ke, abstract) as a further metaphor - 'kevate' being used as part of a description of someone whose heart is like stone, kind of thing

the root noun

any attached adjectives

Verbs:

the root verb

pronoun of the subject/object

tense indicator

'why, verbs look easy in comparison' fool. wastrel. there are five pronouns (male/female/neutral/indefinite neuter/definite neuter), with three plural forms: animate, definitive, and indefinitive, and a total of nine tense indicators: past/present/future perfect, past/present/future imperfect, and past/present/future active, which is a tense only used in prophecies and holy stories

the one kindness I gave myself was that it was a 'perfect' language - no irregular nouns/verbs etc, though homophones existed

also i should mention i never got to use it in game ;^;