#the clac clac sound

[wackulart]

i think that we could have been good friends as kids

[chaotic-orphan]

Cocky Hero to the Rescue

Hero went crashing through the door, a grin splitting their face when they saw their Villain. Although their Villain wasn’t how they usually were.

No.

They were tied to a chair.

A gag in their pretty mouth.

The urgency in Villain’s eyes and the sudden jerking struggle in their restraints was the only warning Hero had before something hit them from the side. Hero saw a flash of white behind their eyes, before another strike sent them to the ground their ears ringing.

Villain crying out the only sound Hero cared about. Hero had barely got their arms under them before a kick to their stomach had them rolling onto their back with a groan.

“I told you villain, didn’t I tell you?” Supervillain’s voice came into focus, as Hero heard the door close and the distinct sound of it locking. “I told you Hero is too arrogant and always forgets check their blind spots.”

“Nice to see you too, Supervillain,” Hero said moving to get up, only for Supervillain to place a boot on Hero’s chest. Not applying any pressure but just showing a clear warning that they could.

Hero grabbed Supervillain’s ankle with their right hand. Just before they could push it off their chest, Supervillain smacked Hero’s hand with their weighted baton. Hero hissed and pulled their hand back protectively, while Supervillain leaned a little weight on Hero’s chest. Just enough for them to feel it.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Supervillain said with a pleasant smile. “Be a dear and stay down, would you?”

“Normally I would, but Villain and I have a date and you seem to have invited yourself. Now I’m not saying you’re ugly Supervillain, but—” before Hero could finish the sentence Supervillain swung the baton down hard. It hit Hero’s jaw so hard it whipped their head to the side so they were facing Villain, tears springing to their eyes.

Supervillain tsked, moving the baton to Hero’s throat and pressing down. Supervillain kept just enough pressure on it so Hero was forced to yield and stay motionless on the floor. Their hand and jaw still stinging with the smack like a warning.

Supervillain liked control. They liked being in control of every situation. It all had to go Supervillain’s way. They enjoyed having Hero below them docile and Villain tied up and gagged in the room witnessing Supervillain’s exertion of control, of their power.

“You and Villain,” Supervillain repeated. Hero still hadn’t turned to face Supervillain after the baton struck their cheek. Instead they kept their eyes on Villain, their Villain still tied up and gagged on a chair. It was their expression that kept Hero’s gaze though, their furrowed brows and wide panicked eyes and their helpless struggles.

A sudden, merciless strike to the face had Hero’s attention back on Supervillain. Their face burning with the power behind the metal strike as they let out a sharp cry. They moved under Supervillain but the baton was back on their throat and they yielded when Supervillain spoke again.

“Oh, i know all about your little scheming. You must forgive Villain,” Supervillain drawled coldly, their gaze going to their subordinate who shrunk back in their chair. “They do like to get a bit too carried away with their food. A lesson I hope you can help me rectify today.”

Before Hero could ask what Supervillain meant Supervillain’s arm swung back and slammed the baton down on Hero’s windpipe. Hero jerked up, gasping and choking and involuntary response. They had barely wheezed out their first breath before the baton swung down again on Hero’s cheek, then nose with a crunch before a foot slammed down on Hero’s chest.

They thought they were going to die. That Supervillain wouldn’t stop. Something hard slammed into the side of Hero’s ribs. They didn’t think they just rolled trying to get away, but a knee slammed onto their spine and hands were grabbing Hero’s wrists and they were choking on blood and breathlessness that they didn’t even realise what Supervillain was doing.

The familiar clack of power dampening cuffs made Hero’s blood run cold and soon they were struggling against the knee, trying to pull their hands forward and twist away from Supervillain. Hero got their free hand under them and pushed up with all their might trying to somehow shake Supervillain off them but it was useless.

Supervillain just twisted Hero’s cuffed hand up their back more and Hero cried out, trying to buck Supervillain off them. Supervillain was patient and just pushed their arm up further unrelenting. All Hero had managed to do was tire themselves out more than help themselves and they eventually went still.

“Supervillain wait—” Hero pleaded, their voice breaking but it was too late. The final click sealed their fate and Hero felt empty with the familiar buzz of power through their veins.

They were too weak to fight Supervillain off and now they were finished.

Weak.

Vulnerable.

Exactly how Supervillain liked their victims.

“Now, now Hero. Don’t worry, it’s just a precaution,” Supervillain said sickly sweet. Supervillain grabbed the chain of the cuffs on Hero’s wrists back until Hero was slumped into a kneeling position on the floor. They patted Hero on the head before walking around to Hero’s front and grinned at the pair of Hero and Villain, tied up and powerless.

Hero struggled futilely against the cuffs, glaring up at Supervillain. All traces of humour gone from their face.

“I do love it when you just accept your fate, so resolute. So heroic,” Supervillain cooed down at the Hero, but Hero didn’t care. They were too focused on Villain at their side, who was looking back at them.

“Oh Villain! How silly of me I forgot you couldn’t talk,” Supervillain said, voice full of mirth now that they had the pairs full attention on them They were by Villain’s side in two short strides, ripping the tape off their mouth.

“Fuck you,” Villain croaked, voice hoarse and it nearly pained Hero to hear them sound so defeated. How long did Supervillain have them locked up like this? Hero should have known, should have got here sooner.

As if reading Hero’s mind the villain shot them a sad smile, “don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Yes, Villain. Well said. Hero of all people deserve your respect and sympathy and sorry’s don’t they?”

Before Villain could respond, Supervillain had gripped their cheeks with one hand pressing them in painfully and with so much force the chair Villain was tied to rocked back only held up by Supervillain’s strong hold.

“Not the person who dragged you in off the street, fed you, raised you, taught you everything they know?”

“Let them go!” Hero yelled, one leg under them lunging up only to be slammed down to the floor by invisible hands, their bound hands pressing awkwardly against their back.

“Heroes should be seen and not heard,” Supervillain sneered bringing a finger to their lips at Hero. Hero opened their mouth for another retort when the invisible hands slammed down on their mouth muffling their cries as the hands hold increased to be bruising. Hero whimpered in pain, trying to shift their weight but settled down quiet after a moment. Settling on glaring at Supervillain.

“Leave them alone, Supervillain! They’ve nothing to do with this it’s between me and you!”

“Oh I disagree, Villain. They are the entire cause of your disobedience, here let me prove it to you. Other Villain!” Supervillain called, stepping away from Villain but not taking their eyes off them.

The sound of the door unlocking caught Hero’s attention, and Villain watched with baited breath as their nemesis walked into the room, grinning ear from ear.

“Hi Villain,” Other Villain with their usual smirk on their face and stupid condescending tone. Just seeing Other Villain made Villain’s blood boil.

“What, you want me to be like them?” Villain demanded, unable to stop the hurt colouring their voice. “I thought you said diversity is what gives us strength.”

“It does,” Supervillain mused, “but your heart seems to be too lenient with this stupid hero. It’s time you learned getting over them. Other Villain.”

“With pleasure,” Other Villain preened and stalked over to hero.

Villain sat forward in their seat instinctively as Other Villain grabbed Hero by the hair and yanked them up, the invisible arms keeping Hero subdued disappearing.

“Ah, Other Villain. You look radiant as—” before Hero could get another word out Other Villain slammed their chin against their knee. Villain tensed in their chair, but didn’t react as best they could. It’s fine. They were fine.

“I felt that one,” Hero said shortly after giving Villain something to be glad about. Hero’s inability to just shut up. “Do it again.”

Other Villain grinned. “With pleasure,” before they took their fist and beat it down on Hero’s face repeatedly. After the fourth or fifth punch Other Villain made a show of picking a slumped Hero off the ground just to punch them down again.

When the bruise started shining on Hero’s cheekbone and they smiled with a split lip, Villain leaned forward and said, “Hero enough.”

Hero didn’t even look at them. They kept their eyes on Other Villain. “Do you worst. It’s only a fair fight cause I got these cuffs on,” and hero spat blood on other villains shoes to add insult to injury.

“I can’t kill ‘em?” Other Villain asked.

Supervillain kept their eyes on Villain. “No killing. Everything up to killing is allowed.”

“In that case, I got a lil gift for you hero. Something to remember me by.”

“A gift?” Hero cooed, “you shouldn’t have. I didn’t even get you anything.”

“Oh trust me, this will do just fine.”

Other Villain pulled a pocket knife from their belt and villain straightened. They knew how much Other Villain sharpened those blades. Within an edge of deadly at the slightest brush.

“Wait, okay. Supervillain you proved your point okay? I got it. I won’t talk to hero anymore I promise okay?”

Villain could feel Hero’s eyes on them, but they were staring into Supervillain’s trying to use any of the humanity they had left.

“You learned your lesson?” Supervillain asked, holding a hand up to stop Other Villain.

“Yes. I did. I swear, okay? I won’t talk to hero again. I’ll cut off all contact, I promise.”

Supervillain stared hard at them for a moment. A long moment of silence stretched between them before the Supervillain dropped their hand with a sigh.

“You need to learn why, Villain. Right now you’re pleading for no lasting damage to be done for your hero because you care about them. But I know one thing that will keep you away from the likes of them,” Supervillain said softly. So softly Villain was nearly stunned by the gentleness their voice took on.

Supervillain placed a large hand on Villain’s cheek as they leaned down to be eye level with them, like how they used to talk to them when they were a child and needed to learn the hard way.

“And that’s through guilt.”

“Wait, no Other Villain— WAIT!”

Hero even looked abashed by the introduction of the blade and when Other Villain made the first cut through hero’s left eyebrow hero screamed. Other Villain heightening the pain with every brush of the blade along Hero’s face.

Villain was struggling so hard against the metal keeping him to the chair because he couldn’t just sit and watch helpless as Other Villain mutilated Hero in front of them. Eventually the chair stopped moving even as they struggled frantically and Villain only had to look at Supervillain’s hands to see the reason.

Hero tried to flash Villain a debonair smile, but Other Villain’s body blocked their small comfort to Villain.

“Supervillain please, you made your point. Let them go,” Villain cried as Hero passed out from the pain. Their limp body didn’t hit the floor however as supervillain held hero up by his invisible little puppet strings and other villain stood back to admire their sadistic work.

“It’s missing something,” they remarked. A cruel smile lit up their face and they said: “a signature.”

“No! Wait! Other Villain WAIT! Please!” Villain screamed, struggles renewed but all they could do was watch.

Other Villain lifted Hero’s hand and on the back of it they carved their initials deep and thick.

Villains voice was raw by the time Supervillain let Hero slump to the ground. Other Villain turned around, and with a nod from Supervillain cut the ropes holding Villain to the chair.

Villain got to their feet immediately and went to help Hero but Supervillain stepped into their path.

Towering.

Dark.

Unforgiving.

“If I hear you talk to or help Hero in anyway again Villain, I won’t keep Other Villain at bay.” Villain glared up at Supervillain, nostrils flaring in anger, and tried to sidestep them but Supervillain matched their stride. “Unless you want a dead Hero on your conscience, Villain, that order starts now.”

Supervillain nodded at Other Villain who grabbed Villain by the upper arm and dragged them to the door. Villain shrugged them off before they walked out the door, looking over their shoulder at the bloody slumped figure of Hero.

I’m sorry Hero, they thought, guilt cracking through their bones like lightning.

[adventure-oc]

What’s there to understand ?

Lyrics

(Lyrics in the background)

Between the parts of the song

___________________________________________________________

"But mama." Camilo asked as she took some of Antonio's toys. "Why do you hate me that much ?"  A dark cloud appeared as the woman looked at her masked son in shock.

"Que ?! I don't hate you mijo. Who told you that ?!"

"You, of course. Considering what happened during the last ten years..."

"My question first. What do you feel when you see me ? Is it because I refused my Gift ?"

"Camilo, not now. We have to be ready for the Guzmans."

That line was the last straw for Camilo.

"It's never the moment with you anyway. I just wanted to ask what you think of me, but apparently it's too much to ask of you." He was about to leave, his vision and the ruby safely hidden in his already full bag, and ignoring the now thundering cloud, when his father barged in, an angry look on his face.

"It was a real problem !"

"Félix !" Pepa exclaimed out of anger and shock, her voice covering Camilo's exclamation of confusion.

"We have to talk to him, Pepi. We have to."

"What do you mean by "It was a problem" ?" Camilo asked.

"We couldn't understand you, Milo. One moment, you wanted a Gift, and then, nada, nothing. You changed your mind."

He didn't really change his mind, well, at one moment and then, but he wasn't going to tell them that.

"Can you give me a clear answer, Si or no ?" Camilo didn't flinch at all when Félix grabbed him by his shoulders.

"Well, we are your parents, but we don't understand you."

Pepa then interposed between the twos, wagging her finger at her husband in the rhythm.

What's there to understand, stand, stand, stand ?

What to understand about you ?

But,

It was your ceremony

It was your ceremony

Everything was ready and no mistake were made

No mistake during that day

But you went up with a frown on your face

Surprise 

You telling this story, or I am

I’m sorry mi vida, go on

You refused your magic door

Why did you do thaaat ?

In doing so it became flat

Nothing fantastic anymore.

Anger during your birthday

It should've been a joyous day, 

But, 

What was there to understand, stand, stand, stand ?

What to understand about yooouuu ?

Camilo : Alright, I get it. I’m so hard to decipher and you, so forgetful that you forgot the reason why I did that. I’ll ask someone else about what they think.

He opened the door, leaving the dancing couple alone, but stopped when he saw Dolores in front of him.

Camilo (half-exhausted, half-serene) : What do you want Lola ?

Dolores : …I want to be part of the song.

Camilo : (Sigh) alright, but for that you have to tell me what you understand-

Dolores : -about you, I know. Listen to me about what I hear about you.

For years I heard children laughing and your friends being so loving 

But some people were always gossiping and complaining

We associate you with the sound of clattering paintbrushes, clac-clac-clac

A very young child immature, dirty and lazy

Refusing to help because he’s selfish

Unlike the family he didn’t really flourish

But didn’t you already ?

Camilo (frowning before smiling) : I’m not sure. But thanks, Dol. It helps me a lot.

Dolores (grining) : Anytime, hermanito. Anytime.

Camilo was about to go to the kitchen when he bumped into someone carrying some tapestry rolls.

Camilo : Sorry, Mira.

The girl humphed and was about to leave when she saw Dolores with a grin on her face.

Mirabel : …What the heck is going on ?

Camilo : I just wanted to ask people what they understand about me, and it became… singsongish.

Mirabel (smiling in a creepy way) : Really ?! I want to say something- no wait, I’ll sing it !

Camilo (backing away) : Thanks, but no thanks, prima. I will ask tio Bruno or tia Julieta about me.

But before he could leave, the sewist grabbed his arms and dragged him to another part of Casita.

Mirabel : Sorry, primo, but I practiced a long time and I want to say it NOW !!! Because to me, you’re a…

Burdensome boy

Masks hard to peck

Because you’re complex

You’re ruining the space

An ungrateful boy 

With every disgrace (But !)

What’s there to understand, stand, stand ?

What to understand about you ?

As Camilo walked away from Casita (and Mirabel), he recognized his friends in the village and looked ready to be part of the song.

Arturo : You and your masks are parts of a strange play.

(Yeah, yeah !)

Angelica : You’d buy candies for children and reward them.

Valentino : But with your craziness, you make people’s hair gray.

(Yeah, yeah !)

All (with people approaching ) : Why ask about these problems, 

When you can solve them ?

Camilo was highly surprised when he was back in Casita and saw Isabela descending from the ceiling on her swing of vines.

Isabela : You made sure my destiny would be perfect

Like tio Bruno prophesied years ago

Your presence makes such an effect 

That we can’t ask you to stay low.

(Oye, Mariano’s on his way)

Dolores : Because of you, the man of my dreams

Is out of my reach

I want be with him-

Isabela (glaring at Camilo) : Cousin. I want not a sound out of you ! (And my only wish…)

Dolores : ...Is to be with him !

Camilo : Yeah, that’s hard.

To see if I’m good or bad 

Will I achieve or fail in my mission ?

Please, let me understand, dear vision !!!

(Hermana, your fiancé’s here !)

Time for dinner !

As people danced as they prepared the table, Camilo walked to his room and was saddened when he saw Luisa’s door flickering and the latter struggling to lift a vase, which was normally so easy for her to carry. He took the ruby he found out of his pocket and glanced at it, before closing the door behind him. 

Burdensome boy (It was your ceremony, It was your ceremony)

Masks hard to peck (Everything was ready)

Because you’re complex (and no mistake were made)

You’re ruining the space (No mistake during that day)

An ungrateful boy  (But you went up with a frown on your face)

With every disgrace (Surprise)

He kept looking at the vision he assembled and spun to find either Casita broken or healed. As time passed, the different parts of the song influenced him as his family and friends danced around him, chanting their verses at the same time.

You telling this story, or I am

I’m sorry mi vida, go on (Oye, Mariano’s on his way)

You refused your magic door (Burdensome boy, masks hard to peck)

In doing so, it became flat (I’m okay, I’m okay)

Anger during your birthday (I’m okay, I’m okay)

(He’s here !) 

At this moment, Camilo gave up on understanding the vision and sat on his bed with his hands in front of his face. 

What to understand, stand ? (Why can’t I understand ?)

Nothing to understand about you !

I should’ve understood myself !!!!

[twig-gy]

Dude I just don't like the clac( keeping the typo. It was supposed to say Scooby.)

-🌿(if I'm gen angry at you I'll let you know )

yeah i get that! it’s just i worry if i phrase things slightly wrong or i sound like i’m discriminating against anyone even slightly (<- the Killing A Man thing) that i’m going to be killed. so.

[englisharoundme]

#English around me

Hi guys, good morning! My name is Celso Silva. I'm 54 years old. I'm from Brazil, Rio de Janeiro. My school life is quite interesting: throughout my pre-adolescence I studied in a public school, the one where the verb 'To Be' is taught throughout the school year. In high school, I studied technical chemistry at an institution  private and law in higher education. I am currently analyzing the possibility of doing a postgraduate degree in digital law or digital security and protection of personal data. I use English in my day to day work, trying to read manuals, emails and sometimes when dealing with tourists. And, of course, leisure: music, movies and games. I think it will help me a lot in the postgraduate course. Personally, I see the English language as being a beautiful sounding and straightforward grammar compared to my mother tongue. I identify a lot with the English language. Given the above, I can only identify positive aspects in the use of the language in question.

Written by Celso Silva, an English student at CLAC/UFRJ.

[camillathe6th]

PR. Picture of health

CONTEXT: @kittlesandbugs gave us the Classic care-for-your-sick-partner prompt so here we are. Everything belongs to Malin Rydén and Fallen Hero. WHAT TO EXPECT: Silly pre-HB days, no tricky business. 

2012.

“I’m telling you, our best bet is the delivery entrance.”

“Sentinel can take us over the east wall, no need to infiltrate.”

You set down his cup on the dirty littered desk and then haul your ass up next to it, smack on the old newspapers, feet on the empty chair.

This is nice. Right under the central heating’s blast. You’re shivering like a dog in the rain, and the fever blows your brain in full fog.

“Not both of us at once,” you say, and then stop for a second to cough like death warmed up; a sound throat deep, a little reminiscent of a spike strip dragging through cement, then you’re good to go again:

“And then what? We run through the warehouse completely exposed? Sentinel can’t fly through roofs, and their watchtower has a view to the east.”

He rubs at his forehead, hard enough to kick the migraine out. You know he really feels like shit because the glasses are out, and the hair hasn’t been fussed with in two days. From here you can hear him breathe through his mouth. Eyes swollen. Cough dry. You flick his forehead and chin-nod toward the steaming cup.

“What is it?” he says.

“Tea.”

He grabs the handle.

“That’s a lot of attention to redirect at once, Tiny. Through the delivery entrance.”

“I can handle it.”

“Honey?” he says after a swig of tea.

“Yes.” You grab his pen and draw the line from the exit to the torture chambers. “Through here we steer clear of—”

“I meant you, honey,” he drawls.

You look up and snort, snot-wet, when you find him puckering his cracked lips. Fossilized smolder.

“Gross. Don’t even try. You keep your fever, old man.”

“You’ve got my fever, rat-face.”

“You’ve got my fever first, grey-hair.”

“I don’t have grey hair!”

“Are you sure?” you bat your eyes at him, sinus-pain be damned, and pilfer his tea quick enough that he can’t stop you.

Not that he tries. He just pops an Ibuprofen and sniffs.

“Can’t be bothered to find a mirror and check right now.”

“You must be on the brink of death.”

The hot water settles in your stomach, tasteless, just right, nice and heavy, scalding enough to keep you awake. That’s good. A coat of dullness applied to the pain in your throat. You close your eyes. There’s a hum, a long hum. It might be you. You think he replies something, blurry, soothing-deep, but the light ahead buzzes softly, hypnotic, like a purr, like a whirr, and for a moment it’s all you hear in the cotton of your ears. For a moment…

Something falls on your knees. You jolt back to life. In your lap Ricardo has laid his stupid head.

“Don’t forget your Ibuprofen,” he mumbles.

Under your slow hand he’s burning up—temple to forehead, and further, glowing hot under the lovely hair. When you take his glasses off, his mouth brushes your wrist thank you.  

“Hey, Ricardito. Are you delirious enough to accept that my plan is better?”

He laughs a little.

“I’m—”

But no dice: that’s when the door slams open, CLAC and BLINDING through your pain-brain. You both jump with a whine.

“Go home,” Steel barks, a vision of bulky assholery looming in the doorway. “The Void will still be terrorizing the city on Monday.”

“You go home!” you yap right back.

“I’m not sick. You both are.”

Now that’s going too fucking far. Ricardo straightens up, and you twist fully; in perfect harmony the croak-gasp springs from you both: 

“We’re not—”

“—fucking—”

“SICK!”

[l-anna-art]

Hide And Seek - Anima!AU

A new illustration with an extract, this time! There is the english version first, and I added the french one too :)

"Not a sound," Yagi whispered.

The blond held Izuku against the wall with a strong and firm grip despite his sickly appearance. Izuku stared at him with a frown, the incomprehension clearly visible on his face. Yagi didn't give him a look. He wasn't looking at anything specific, in fact. His eyes were just wide open, frozen, pupils dilated and his body was tense.

Attentive.

Clac.

Izuku's eyes widened. If the night had not been so silent and empty of life, the boy would never have heard the clicking of claws scraping the ground. A metallic, steady, quiet sound.

Clac.

It was much heavier than Renard's flowing step. It was also farther away, out of sight at the moment when Yagi had grabbed Izuku by the shirt to hide behind one of the low walls along the street.

Clac.

Izuku had not even noticed the presence. And as the tinkling became closer and closer, clearer and sharper, he could feel the excess energy swarming under his skin, becoming unstable and painful as his anxiety grew. He regretted that Renard had disappeared in the night, because there, right away, he terribly missed the comforting presence of his automaton. Nor did watch Yagi stand as still as a statue help to calm his mind, and he squirmed under its grip. The blond turned silently towards him, a finger on his lips as he stuck himself a little closer to the wall and brought Izuku closer to his chest.

There were still steps, and a grunt resounded behind the low wall decorated with bushes. The thing finally overtook them, revealing the amalgam of flesh and metal that formed its body. It was as tall as a horse, but much more massive, and the dark body glowed in the glow of the street lamps. The paws, made of steel and other materials that Izuku did not recognize, were probably as wide as the boy's silhouette, and he had no doubt that one blow would be enough to shred him.

"It's hunting us," one of the voices said. "This one has no sense of smell, but it has keen hearing. Silence."

Izuku wanted to ask what the hell was that thing, but just the idea of opening his mouth and being noticed twisted his insides in a painful way. He suddenly missed his bed. His bed and the warm, soft blankets. And hot chocolates too, with marshmallows and cream in excess.

He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to drink one again.

The monster raised its head and looked around, probing its surroundings. What must have been its ears stood straight and high on its head, and it stood there, motionless and silent, its iron tail flapping the air.

Deep down, in a visceral way, Izuku knew it. If that thing turned around, it would find them.

But there was little they could do, each sound threatening to reveal their presence. So they stood there, paralyzed like mice at the sight of a cat. Yagi looked straight ahead, breathing calmly despite the clamminess of his hands, and looked for something in one of his pockets. Izuku, on the other hand, had his hands glued to his mouth, reducing the sound of his breathing as much as possible as he closed his eyes.

A new growl - a mixture of low rumblings, clattering, and rales - emanated from the monster before it fatally began to rotate in their direction. Izuku felt tears streaming from the corner of his eyes as the fright lacerated his stomach, making him want to vomit.

They were dead. Izuku had always had bad luck and that wouldn't change tonight. Yagi, too weak to fight, would end up in pieces by something straight from hell, and Izuku would end up just as shredded in the corner. He pitied the poor passers-by who would discover their corpses in the early morning. If there was anything left of them.

There were still footsteps, rattling and scraping, closer and closer still, when suddenly the echo of a crate falling to the ground resounded in the night and startled him. The beast's head turned around, its neck twisted in a position that was anything but natural, and stared into the darkness in search of the source of the noise.

A moment passed without anything happening and then the duo, completely alert and motionless, watched the rest of the creature move to follow the alignment of its head that fixed one of the alleys.

A white lightning bolt leapted out of the shadows, three tails whipping the air as Renard faced the monster. The metal sparkled under the artificial light, and the gold bindings that covered its body captured the light and reflected it back. Izuku would have wanted to scream, panic and anxiety roaring in his veins. Renard was so small in comparison, tiny and frail in front of the creature.

All it would take is one bad move.

Yagi had to restrain the boy and put one hand over his mouth so he wouldn't ruin everything.

The creature was staring at Renard, motionless, one of its legs frozen above the ground. The body creaked and rattled as it bent forward. For a moment, the thing was standing about fifteen meters from the automaton. The next, it was on Renard and trying to push it to the ground with its claws and fangs out.

However, the automaton, although much smaller than the monster, remained agile and fast. It managed to free itself in a fluid movement, rolling on the ground and getting back on its feet. Then, before the dark creature moved again, the automaton hurried off into one of the adjacent alleys, the one opposite where the duo was.

The thing didn't waste a second and followed it, disappearing into the night as rumblings and screams echoed through the city.

Both remained motionless for a while, before Yagi finally decided to get up, looking around for anything abnormal. Izuku was still curled up on the floor, nervously playing with his shirt while his mind wandered about what was waiting for his automaton.

Renard was fast and hard to catch. It was also much smaller and could sneak everywhere, it would find a place inaccessible to the monster, right? It could always run and lose it somewhere, but could it find his way back? Izuku didn't know the city well, and he doubted that his automaton would do better. My God, what if it couldn't find it before leaving ? What if Renard got stuck here ? Yagi could understand and maybe delay the departure, but what if they couldn't find Renard ? They couldn't leave it here! Nor could he ask for information or help from anyone, they were wanted. And in broad daylight, his automaton would not really be the most discreet thing in these neighborhoods. Oh my God, what if the monster catches it anyway? What if it's not fast enough?

"Midoriya, you're rambling."

The boy blinked, suddenly out of his thoughts. Yagi had crouched down in front of him and gently shook his shoulder.

"Your fox is an intelligent beast. I'm sure it will find us," he said.

The blond offered him a smile.

This time, Izuku wasn't sure it was true.

"We shouldn't stay here," Yagi continued, looking again at the alley where the monster had disappeared. "These things never move alone."

"What exactly was that?" asked the greenette, his face still pale as he released a shiver.

The man stared at him with a sorry expression, before tapping his shoulder and helping him up.

"One of your father's experiments."

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FRENCH VERSION  ===============================

.

"Plus un bruit," murmura Yagi.

Le blond maintenait Izuku contre le mur, la poigne forte et ferme malgré son apparence maladive. Izuku le fixa avec un froncement de sourcil, l'incompréhension clairement visible sur son visage. Yagi ne lui accorda pas un regard. Il ne regardait rien de précis, en fait. Les yeux grands ouvert, figés, les pupilles dilatées et le corps tendu.

Attentif.

Clac.

Les yeux d'Izuku s'écarquillèrent. Si la nuit n'avais pas été si silencieuse et vide de vie, le garçon n'aurait jamais entendu le cliquetis des griffes raclant le sol. Un son métallique, régulier et tranquille.

Clac.

Il était bien plus pesant que le pas fluide de Renard. Il était aussi plus lointain, hors de vue au moment où Yagi avait saisit Izuku par la chemise pour se cacher derrière l'un des murets qui longeaient la rue.

Clac.

Izuku n'avait même pas remarqué la présence. Et alors que les tintements se faisaient de plus en plus proches, de plus en plus clairs et nets, il pouvait sentir le surplus d'énergie grouiller sous sa peau, devenant instable et douloureux à mesure que son anxiété grandissait. Il regrettait que Renard ait disparu dans la nuit, car là, tout de suite, la présence réconfortante de son automate lui manquait terriblement. Regarder Yagi se tenir aussi immobile qu'une statue n'aidait pas non plus à apaiser son esprit, et il se tortilla sous sa prise. Le blond se retourna en silence vers lui, un doigt sur ses lèvres alors qu'il se collait un peu plus contre le mur et rapprochait Izuku de sa poitrine.

Il y eu encore des pas, et un grognement résonna derrière le muret orné de buissons. La chose les dépassa enfin, dévoilant l'amalgame de chair et de métal que formait son corps. Le monstre était aussi grand qu'un cheval, mais bien plus massif, et le corps sombre luisait à la lueur des réverbères. Les pattes, faite d'acier et d'autres matériaux qu'Izuku ne reconnut pas, était probablement aussi large que la silhouette du garçon, et il ne douta pas une seconde qu'un coup suffise pour le déchiqueter.

"Il nous traque," lui intima une des voix. "Celui-ci n'a pas d'odorat, mais son ouïe est fine. Silence."

Izuku voulait demander ce que diable était ce truc à l'ouïe fine, mais rien que l'idée d'ouvrir la bouche et de se faire remarquer lui tordait les entrailles d'une manière douloureuse. Son lit lui manquait tout d'un coup. Son lit et les couvertures chaudes et douces. Et les tasses de chocolats chaud, aussi, avec des guimauves et de la crème à outrance.

Il n'était pas sûr d'avoir à nouveau la chance d'en boire un.

Le monstre releva la tête et observa les alentours, sondant son environnement. Les choses qui devait lui servir d'oreilles se tenaient droites et hautes sur sa tête, et il resta là, immobile et silencieux, la queue de fer battant l'air.

Au fond de lui, d'une manière viscérale, Izuku le savait. Si cette chose se retournait, elle les trouverait.

Mais ils ne pouvaient pas faire grand chose, chaque son menaçant de dévoiler leur présence. Alors, ils restèrent là, paralysés comme des souris à la vue d'un chat. Yagi regardait droit devant lui, la respiration calme malgré la moiteur de ses mains, et chercha quelque chose dans une de ses poches. Izuku, lui, avait les mains collées contre sa bouche, atténuant au mieux le bruit de sa respiration alors qu'il fermait les yeux.

Un nouveau grognement - un mélange de grondements graves, de cliquetis et de râles - émana du monstre avant qu'il ne commence fatalement à pivoter dans leur direction. Izuku sentit des larmes perler au coin de ses yeux alors que l'effroi lui lacérait l'estomac, lui donnant envie de vomir.

Ils étaient finis. Izuku avait toujours eu la poisse et ça ne changerait pas cette nuit. Yagi, trop faible pour se battre, allait finir en morceaux par un truc sorti tout droit des enfers, et Izuku finirait tout aussi déchiqueté dans le coin de la rue. Il plaignait les pauvres passants qui découvriraient leurs cadavres au petit matin. S'il en restait quoi que ce soit.

Il y eu encore des pas, des cliquetis et raclements, plus proches et plus proches encore, lorsque soudain, l'écho d'une caisse tombant au sol résonna dans la nuit et le fit sursauter. La tête de la bête fit volte-face, le cou tordu dans une position tout sauf naturelle et fixa les ténèbres à la recherche de l'origine du bruit.

Un moment s’écoula sans que rien ne se passe puis, le duo, complètement alerte et immobile, observa le reste de la créature bouger pour suivre l'alignement de sa tête qui fixait l'une des ruelles.

Un éclair blanc bondit hors des ombres, trois queues fouettant l'air alors que Renard faisait face au monstre. Le métal étincelait sous la lumière artificielle, et les reliures en or qui couvraient son corps captaient la lumière et la renvoyaient. Izuku aurait voulu hurler, la panique et l'inquiétude rugissant dans ses veines. Renard était si petit en comparaison, minuscule et frêle devant la créature.

Il suffirait d'un mauvais coup.

Yagi dut le retenir et lui plaquer une main sur la bouche pour ne pas qu'il ruine tout.

La créature toisait Renard, immobile, une des pattes gelées au-dessus du sol. Le corps grinça et cliqueta alors qu'il se penchait en avant. Un instant, la chose se tenait à une quinzaine de mètres de l'automate. Le suivant, il était sur Renard et tentait de le plaquer au sol, griffes et crocs sortis.

Cependant, l'automate, bien que beaucoup plus petit que le monstre, restait agile et rapide. Il parvint à se dégager dans un mouvement fluide, roulant sur le sol et se remettant sur ses pattes. Puis, avant que la créature sombre ne bouge à nouveau, l'automate détala dans une des ruelles adjacentes, celle à l'opposée d'où se trouvait le duo.

La chose ne perdit pas une seconde et s'élança à sa suite, disparaissant dans la nuit alors que des grondements et des cris se répercutait dans la ville.

Les deux restèrent immobiles pendant un moment, avant que Yagi ne se décide enfin à se relever, observant les alentours à la recherche de quoi que ce soit d'anormal. Izuku était toujours recroquevillé par terre, jouant nerveusement avec sa chemise alors que son esprit divaguait sur ce qui attendait son automate.

Renard était rapide et dur à attraper. Il était aussi bien plus petit et pouvait se faufiler partout, il trouverait bien un endroit inaccessible au monstre, pas vrai ? Il pouvait toujours courir et le semer quelque part, mais est-ce qu'il pourrait retrouver son chemin ? Izuku ne connaissait pas bien la ville, et il doutait que son automate se débrouille mieux. Mon dieu, et s'il ne le trouvait pas avant le départ ? Et si Renard restait coincé ici ? Yagi pourrait comprendre et peut-être retarder le départ, mais s'ils ne trouvaient pas Renard ? Ils ne pouvaient pas le laisser là ! Et il ne pouvait pas non plus demander des infos ou de l'aide à qui que ce soit, ils étaient recherchés. Et en plein jour, son automate ne serait pas vraiment la chose la plus discrète dans ces quartiers. Ho mon dieu, et si le monstre l'attrape quand même ? Et s'il n'est pas assez rapide ?

"Midoriya, tu divagues."

Le garçon cligna des yeux, soudainement tiré de ses pensées. Yagi s'était accroupis devant lui et lui secouait doucement l'épaule.

"Ton renard est une bête intelligente. Je suis sûr qu'il nous retrouvera," il dit.

Le blond lui offrit un sourire.

Cette fois-ci, Izuku n'était pas sûr qu'il soit vrai.

"Nous ne devrions pas rester ici," continua Yagi en observant à nouveau la ruelle où avait disparu le monstre. "Ces choses ne se baladent jamais seules."

"Qu'est-ce que c'était, au juste ?" demanda l'adolescent, le visage encore livide alors qu'il relâchait un frisson.

L'homme le dévisagea avec une expression désolée, avant de lui tapoter l'épaule et de l'aider à se relever.

"L'une des expérimentations de ton père."

[srbachchan]

DAY 4815

Jalsa, Mumbai                  May 4/5,  2021                  Tue/Wed  2:34 AM

... the lamentations for the loss of the text that was written and then disappeared last night , has been lost too .. they were in reference to years and thoughts of the years gone by .. of times and some remembrances in , as one of my readers of the Blog  put it, in kgb mode .. secretive , non understandable , like most secret services of all nations .. 🤣

If they come back to me in that refrain I shall reconsider .. else they go down with me .. some matters and minds should .. their relevance shall be naught .. for they hold hands with them that either have left , or were never interested in the first place .. they could have had value for the self .. but that would be a most selfish exercise .. un exercice égoïste .. eine egoistische Übung .. تمرين أناني  tamriyn 'anani .. эгоистичное упражнение .. 

... but the mind is a relentless tortoise winding its limitations of speed and destination in its sincerity .. unlike the hare .. determined to nose the tape .. and for some peculiar reason the refer to the previous strikes in the silence of the early morn now .. as the slightest of vibrations on the shutters behind , alert you to the cctv .. they be blank, but not the desire .. ehh hrhh .. not desire .. such a vacant word .. supposed to say it all but never does .. maybe it does for others , maybe not .. but there .. 

.. so in the last we were at -

“Leave it , leave it mrB .. you behave like those fact formative early years of self independence when the evening parties were spent in ‘bring your bottle, bring your girl’ and sit aside and debate .. the ‘adda’ of the times which exists in its maturity to date .. and those that resented the thought minds of mere talk for the sake of talk would sneer and snigger , as they danced to the …

GONE .. again .. an entire page of writing as I posted a picture ..

Shall  not remember to write again .. it is so damaging .. to destroy and steal my process and think  .. TUMBLr .. 😡”

yes .. those that resented the thought minds of mere talk for the sake of talk would sneer and snigger, as they danced to the .. 👆🏾 .. 👇🏿

strains of the popular at the time Pat the Boone, Cliffy baby , and often the holding the traditional waist and hands in ballroom fashion would be freed by the ‘rock of the jailhouse ‘ in the ‘lis Presl shakin all over his blue suede shoes .. Bobby the Darin the sweetheart of the school and the Humperdinck .. maturing on with great swoons and screams to the mop headed at HDN .. the ‘night so hard’ .. and the yaay ya of loves me yayaya .. till the sudden surprise of the wood in Norway .. the Norwegian .. the indian instrument , the haridwaar, the meditational spell of bearded gurus who swore to walk on water and sank at Juhu beaches .. to submarines painted ‘yellow’ .. and the livings of the evenings in the raj infested cultural left overs still predominant to make the burra sahib and the burra din existence in the prominence of the blue decorated  Park by the street of a million jams on one .. sundays at trincasjam, pam crain and the Louis Banks of the Fox that was Blue .. mocambo not the ‘gambo’, ??? moulin rouge ..  and the solo drum hours of the drummer  .. as you ended up in the high end hoteliere Grand and drove back intoxicated with the first era feel of INDEPENDent SELF .. drove walked taxied or trammed to the million residences changed due paucity and capacity of the earning - the clac of the tons with 8 the high gates of the friendly family at Tolly , the chowrings shared with the other in adjoining , and closer to the new rd the Pore of the A .. the NEW of the pore  ending up the pgied  highest towered , peering at the late night highlights of the neighbourhood .. in gasping views , through parted curtains .. 

Left .. left it ..

So .. thoughts and time devoted to the wants and needs for the others .. in distress and in saviour mode for help .. something collected , some on the way , some delivered , some in operation .. BUT ..

.. lots to be done .. 

.. this we give in the times of trouble .. the 3rd .. the 3rd wave be in preparedness already and there is the planning in the city at least of the eventuality in the coming few months ..

.. each nano second come the suggestions and research and opinions and statistics of the fraternity , and nothing remains authentic for more than a nano second for the reverse or the opposite come about immediately ridiculing the first .. belief and follow is shattered .. is the T and FB and insta follow the true follow , or manufactured .. every theory has a theory to a theory of another .. 

.. never has there been uninterested doubt of one from the other .. believe one and the disbelieve comes hammering through .. say one and unsay the other in immediacy .. 

SO .. hehe  .. (I use the SO with so much dignity and respect) .. ok away .. simplify the narration mrB .. 

RIGHT .. that sound alright ?

RIGHT .. in these conditions then I share thought with the Ef each day .. DAY .. speak to them as one .. as one that sits before me in isolation .. I see them before me .. at my writing location .. up late , up from days work , up after leaving household or office and read .. my rubbish that I pour out .. 

BUT .. if I were to ask of a job duty .. a service to be rendered .. naaah .. service and job are wrong .. if I shared and asked for it to be shared further .. would you .. ?

Haha .. I see many hands raised .. screaming all at once  “of course .. how can you ever think we would not .. I mean how can you even ask such a question ..” 

etc., etc., etc ... 

So I shall ask you .. to .. to .. 

 Forget it ..

Good  night .. 

surprisingly I felt sleepy by 8 pm and went to sleep in my tracks .. got up by 11 .. and now after the repeats of the postponed IPL , am just not wanting to get back to bed .. 

.. there shall be consternation and scoldings and high voices .. and expressed, exasperated dismay  .. which I shall of course bear with shielded smile .. but they be right as do you in the many here  .. 

.. you know the distraction is not the rarity of slumber .. its slumber itself .. it has different manifestations now .. a dimension that cannot be explained .. 

earlier it was hit the pillow and the dreams or the sleep went on the ON mode immediately .. 

NOW .. there is a process, which if not followed pesters the life out of you .. what to think of when the pillow be hit so as to induce the sleep .. that ladies and gentlemen of the jury takes about the time you normally need for the completion of the hours for rest .. so in the end you actually never sleep sleep as such .. you comprehend .. ?

no .. you did not .. OK .. 

Fine .. 

GN .. thats good night .. said in all sincerity .. but may it be known that for some its too late to express it and for some that wait it shall be a limited night .. and for me the goodness just leaped out of the window ..

O heavens the morning bird chirps now begin .. its 3:41 a of the M .. soon it shall be 4 .. then 5 .. thats like morning ..

so ..

Good Morning ALL ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[itscasenap]

Lethal Combination - Sapnap x Reader

Summary: You’ve had a bad week and end up going to a party with your friends where you meet a very attractive man. 

Warnings: Partying, drinking, and smoking

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (as far as I can tell but if there is an error please let me know)

A/N: Sorta based on the song Lethal Combination by The Wombats. This is so self indulgent and I’m not sorry about it. I got this idea while writing my frat boy headcanons and I couldn't get it out of my head so please enjoy! Feedback and suggestions are always appreciated :)

Wordcount: 1.3k

You were not in the mood to go out yet here you were in the middle of a party. You knew your friends were just trying to help but you still weren't in the best mood. You spent the week studying for your midterm only to end up getting a low score. You had blown off your friends throughout the week to keep studying, so they insisted that you went out with them. 

You were already tipsy from the pregame and were starting on another drink. Your group had started to spread throughout the house while you and your best friend remained on the dance floor. 

“Hey four o’clock,” they nudged you, “he was in my clac class last semester”

“And?” you were already tired. 

“And he’s super hot,” they said, turning over their shoulder to take another look at the guy. You tried to force a smile and encourage your friend.

“Go over and talk to him”

“Okay okay you know what you’re right I’m going to do it,” they tipped back the rest of their drink and strutted over to the guy. 

Even though you were at the opposite end of the room you could tell they were hitting it off. You were happy for your friend but there was still a bitter taste in your mouth. You started noticing all the people coupled up and dancing or laughing with each other. You finished your drink quicker than you intended. You looked around for your friends but all of them had disappeared. So you went for the next logical thing...shots. 

You shoved your way through the crowd to get to the alcohol. One of the guys handed you a shot and you immediately downed it without hesitation. You reached for another and downed it as well. You were starting to feel better. Your feet felt lighter and the room began to blur slightly. You thanked the dude for the shots before turning around and heading straight for where people were dancing. 

The room had more people stuffed into it than you remembered but the alcohol told you not to care. You slipped past the couples grinding until you found an area for yourself. You made your way into a group of people dancing. They encouraged you to join them after finding out you had lost your friends. You were not a good dancer but the liquid courage stopped you from caring. You allowed your body to move freely to the music. 

“Nicky there you are” one of the girls yelled out, “please join us we made a new friend!”

“Hi I’m the new friend,” you turned around awkwardly. You had not anticipated the guy to be so attractive and immediately regretted not having a better introduction. He smirked at the redness that crept onto your face. He joined the group next to you and everyone went back to dancing. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Nick inching closer to you before you felt him gently place a hand on your lower back. 

“Does the new friend have a name?” he leaned down to your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him only for your mind to go completely blank. The only thing you could think about was how bad you wanted to kiss him. No words could form so you just nodded your head. He chuckled and asked if you wanted to step outside. Once again all you could do was nod. 

He grabbed your hand and led you out of the back door. The sound of the party immediately quieted down after the door was shut behind you. Nick led you through the grass to an old bench near the back corner of the yard. He pulled a joint and a lighter from his pocket. He offered it to you which you accepted. He lit it for you and then took it for himself. 

You felt the cold air hit your lungs and you shivered. Nick threw his arm around you. Both of you sat in silence for a moment and watched the other people lingering in the backyard. You took another hit before turning to the man next to you.

“Y/N,” he turned to you with a puzzled look, “you asked my name its y/n”

“I like that...it suits you,” a smirk plastered his face. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the weed, or the week you had but you leaned in and kissed him. He froze for a moment before kissing you back. You pulled away to catch your breath. Your face started burning and you began to ramble an apology for being so forward.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what-” Nick cut you off by kissing you again. One of his hands was on your face while the other rested on your hip. Your hands traveled to tangle themselves in his hair. You started feeling the best you had all week before he pulled away. You pouted at the sudden loss of contact and he only chuckled again.

The people outside of the house began to thin as the air turned colder. However, you and Nick remained in the same corner of the yard. You were just talking back and forth as you two inched closer with every gust of wind. At some point you both were the only ones left in the yard and the party had grown considerably quieter. Your legs were hung over Nick’s lap and your head rested on his shoulder. Your buzz was wearing off which made you realize how cold it actually was outside. 

“If I had a jacket I would give it to you,” Nick brushed a piece of hair away from your face. 

“I didn’t know Texas could get so cold,” you giggled back.

“But you’re super hot,” you could not hold back laughter at his poor flirting attempt but you enjoyed it non the less, “that was so bad wasn’t it?”

“Maybe a little”

“I totally ruined everything now,” he exaggerated. You glanced up at him and placed a quick kiss on his jawline. 

“Not at all,” he looked surprised at your words. Your faces were only inches apart and you wanted nothing more than to close the gap. His eyes flicked back down to your lips before returning to your eyes. You had already kissed so you didn’t know why you were so nervous now. 

“Y/n! Hey there you are! We've been looking for you everywhere,” your best friend stumbled into the backyard. They were far more drunk then when you had last seen them. You removed yourself from the bench to steady them.

“Yeah I’m sorry we just headed out to get some air,” Nick followed you over. 

“And who is this?” your friend questioned looking past you.

“Hey I’m Nick,” he waved awkwardly from behind you.

“Oh no I’m sorry I interrupted but we're leaving if you want to go,” you knew you were probably the most sober out of the group. You did not want to leave Nick but you also did not trust your friends to make it back unscathed without you. 

You apologized for leaving so abruptly before enveloped you into a hug. It was warm and comforting. He whispered a compliment about your commitment to your friends in your ear before allowing you to go. You didn't want to but your friend began to grow impatient. They slung their arm over your shoulder and started walking out of the yard. 

“So where did you find the hottie?” your friend burst out laughing. You glanced back to Nick one last time and saw him burst into laughter before you turned the corner. 

[cnnamonrolls]

YAY

also

these sounds

are killing me

jesus christ

CLACK CLACK CLAC KCLLACKCLAKCALKCALKCALKC

[damadisangue]

Rot wie die Liebe

The door knob turns - clac, clac; stops in the middle.

Evie catches that movement out of the corner of her eye, she bites the inside of her cheek to stifle an indecent moan.

"Miss Frye?"

He's still in her, Jacob, and brushes her lips with his fingers — he thrusts between her thighs in a languid, slow movement.

"It's Agnes." Evie murmurs, her breath hot, a soft, breathless note in her voice.

"Miss Frye, are you still sleeping?"

Evie is about to respond when Jacob thrusts with more force into her, snatches a curse from her mouth.

Clac clac.

“You." she hisses, staring at him.

Jacob smiles, leaning towards her neck and breathing — and she feels it too; the smell that permeates the carriage, a mixture of them and leather, extinguished embers and consumed cravings.

"Aye, better let her rest." mutters Agnes, giving up trying to open the door.

Jacob opens his mouth and Evie can feel his teeth brush against her skin - on her pulse, just below her jaw.

Something peeks out from under the door - a folded sheet.

"I leave here the message Mr. Green gave me this morning for you and Mr. Frye: aye, that irresponsible is not even on his sofa." Agnes mutters, farther and farther away from them — her footsteps on the steps that divide the two carriages, followed by a second door that opens and closes.

Evie grabs Jacob's face in her hands, lifting him off her chest and forcing him to look at her.

"You are bad."

Jacob reserves to her an indolent smile, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.

"Me, dear sister?”

Evie bites Jacob's forefinger, licking and sucking.

"Yeah, you." she repeats, reversing their positions and staring at him from above - the faint light of dawn slipping over her body, painting it in gold and white.

Jacob laughs, and it's a loud-free sound, which he doesn't even bother to hide.

"Nothing is real, everything is permitted: this gives us some discretion, don't you think, Evie?"

In the center of her chest that murmur continues, tireless.

[stainednailpolishremover]

the sound of my rings hitting each other

clic clic clic clac clac

[gladiates]

Today for the 7 Day Languages of Americas Challenge, I researched Quechua, the language of the Incas and the most widely spoken indigenous language in the Americas.

What is the language called in English and the language itself?

Southern Quechua sometimes called just that in English, while other times it’s shortened to just Quechua as it’s the most widely spoken of the mutually intelligible dialects within the language family. In Quechua, it’s called Urin qichwa, while in Spanish, it’s called quechua sureño.

Where is the language spoken?  

Most Quechua speakers live in Peru, Bolivia, Argentina, and Chile.

How many people speak the language? 

Around 6 million, though that’s as of 2002.

Which language family does it belong to? What are some of its relative languages?  

Quechua belongs to the Quechuan language family (called Runasimi, or “people’s language,” in Quechuan languages). These languages have 8-10 million speakers in total.

What writing system does the language use?    

Quechua uses the Latin alphabet (the same as English and Spanish.)

What kind of grammatical features does the language have? 

Quechua is considered an agglutinating language, which means that words are built up using several suffixes. The sentence order is typically subject-object-verb, and verbs must agree with both the subject and the object.

What does the language sound like? 

Hear Quechua and learn some basic vocabulary with this video! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PAORn2KAso

What do you personally find interesting about the language? 

In recent years, indigenous movements in countries with the largest populations of Quechua speakers have succeeded in making Quechua an official language and teaching it in schools. I think this could be a great model for the revitalization of other indigenous languages throughout the Americas.

Resources to study Quechua:

NYU Quechua page (they offer classes in the language!): https://as.nyu.edu/content/nyu-as/as/research-centers/clacs/quechua.html

Quechua vocabulary: http://www.native-languages.org/quechua_words.htm

Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Quechua

https://omniglot.com/writing/quechua.htm

https://plc.sas.upenn.edu/quechua

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Quechuan-languages

https://as.nyu.edu/content/nyu-as/as/research-centers/clacs/quechua.html

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Chair de Poule : La Nuit des Pantins

This is the second book of the Chair de Poule series, yet a translation of the seventh original Goosebumps book "Night of the Living Dummy". I always thought the cover was rightfully creepy, and I also really like the story. I also loved the ending, and I'm speaking of the "first ending", the steamroller one. On the contrary, for the twist ending, I have to admit when I first read the book I didn't get it - probably because I hadn't paid much attention to the other dummy Xp For the "frenchization" of names, the Powell twins were renamed Lafaye twins, Lucy and Caro instead of Kris and Lindy. (Strangely, the Goosebumps wiki mentions that Caro is a boy in the French edition but I own said French edition, and in it Caro is without a doubt a girl). Slappy is also referred to as "Clac-Clac" - in order to restitue the idea of "slapping" in Slappy name, the French translation decided to use these words, which are onomatopeia for a hard knocking/snapping sound. "Clac" is the word you use when something automatically closes, or for the snap of someone taking picture. It here refers mostly to the sound the wooden jaw of the dummy make when they hit each other "clac clac clac" (translate it as "clack clack clack"). It will actually be important later, so remember that. However, "Mr. Wood" name stayed unchanged in the French edition, probably because if translated it would sound a bit silly. This book was actually owned by a girl who was my best friend (female) when I was a kid and she loved it - it was one of the few Goosebumps book she owned, and she adored the concept of a living dummy. In fact, later she found another horror movie she put in her favorite list "Dead Silence", also centered around living dolls and dummies. But you know the creepiest thing? This girl later turned out to be a manipulative toxic girl who also treated the people as dolls/toys/dummies. Not literaly, but she still manipulated people as if they were her own things. So... as it turns out, this book was really tailor-made for her "La nuit des pantins" means "Night of the Puppets" or "Night of the Dummies" depending on the translation (dummy in the strict sense of puppet or ventriloquist dummy). Cover by Gérard Failly

[jojobaimagines]

What do you think the jojo’s favorite smell and sound are?

Jonathan:

Favorite smell: The smell of his father’s cologne.

Favorite sound: Erina’s voice.

Joseph:

Favorite smell: The smell of a new comic book. 

Favorite sound: Any songs from his favorite band.

Jotaro:

Favorite smell: the smell of the sea. 

Favorite sound: The sound that a punch makes when it lands perfectly flat on some asshole’s nose.

Josuke:

Favorite smell: Any fancy hair products.

Favorite sound: that ‘clac clac’ sound that shoes with a little bit of heels make.

Giorno:

Favorite smell: The smell of blooming flowers on spring.

Favorite sound: Just hearing the wind blow softly.

Jolyne:

Favorite smell: The smell of a cologne Jotaro got for her when she was little. She could never remember the name of the cologne, but would love to smell it again.

Favorite sound: Knuckles cracking.

Johnny:

Favorite smell: The smell of the dirt after it rains.

Favorite sound: the squeaking of mice, it reminds him of Danny. Ironically, it brings up not so happy memories, so it is a bittersweet feeling.

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-Lettuce

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A - Agnaktor I love the sound they make (alongside with their babies) clac clac clac!