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lideria · 4 years ago

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Open Book. | Johnny

Request: Hi! 😊 Can I ask for a Johnny imagine wherein he finally had time for a solo vacation in some other country after his very busy idol schedules. Then he meets this girl who stays in the same hotel and also in her own vacation. Btw, I love your fluffy stories ❤

Author’s Note: I kind of really don’t like this, I kind of think it’s cringey but I worked on it so much that I want to publish its first version heheh I hope you it lives up to your expectations! Plus, I hope you get to learn this amazing country a little, because traveling there has been at the top of my bucket list since I first learned about it when I represented it at an MUN conference back in high school lol

Warnings: Some swear words, mentions of drinking/intoxication, suggestive towards the end, kind of dialogue heavy, representations might not be at their best so please let me know if there are any problems. English is my second language so there might be errors, and that must be it. Please let me know if there is more!

Word Count: 4.262 kinda long

Genre: Fluff all around, Angst if you squint like you have really bad eyesight, traveler!reader, fem!reader (I have all of my fics besides this gender neutral, but I thought since it was requested specifically I’d make this fem!reader)

Hope you all enjoy and hope this is not as cringey as it is to me!! Stay safe and healthy, take good care of yourselves for me 💚Have a happy morning/day/afternoon/evening/night!

Going on vacation alone after many years of constant company is weird for Johnny.

It starts off normal. He goes to the airport accompanied with some managers, with a private car. His disguise is more secretive than ever— no special airport outfit, no make up, face mostly covered with glasses, a mask and a hat to make sure no photographers or fans spot him throughout the procedure. The only suspicious thing is that he gets special treatment with VIP access to avoid waiting in the lines and get over with everything quickly, but to his luck, nobody seems to suspect anything.

The weirdness of everything starts then. Managers leave when he passes passport control and gets into the duty free area. For the first time in years, he is completely alone. It is somewhat overwhelming.

But Johnny manages to keep his calm and go to his gate for the first of his flights. He gets to his business class seat, not bothering to take off his mask or glasses yet, and tries the in-flight entertainment system. Though, he has already memorized everything that it has to offer, so he opts for listening to music and editing a few experimental shots and videos he has taken instead before going to sleep.

When the flight is over and he checks his phone for the first time, he finds the group chat filled with encouraging messages and good wishes, which he finds is exactly what he needs.

It is early in the morning when he lands in Paris, and he has a couple hours to spare before his second long haul flight to Pointe-à-Pitre. So he treats himself to a breakfast before rushing to his gate. This flight of almost nine hours of flying does not seem to end since he has grabbed quite a bit of sleep on his first one. He does everything to keep himself occupied, walking up and down the plane’s aisles to make up for the lack of activity that his legs were getting. Somehow that flight also ends without much hassle. It ultimately ends up being the one that messes up his sense of time, since his body thinks it is 3 pm whereas the time in Pointe-à-Pitre is in fact 9 am when they land.

Within a matter of an hour is his flight to Bridgetown, and after his two long haul flights, this short flight of just over an hour is basically nothing. It comes and goes with a blink of his (very tired) eyes.

In all honesty, it awes Johnny that his luggage does not get lost during this almost a day long— 21 and a half hours, to be exact— travel, and he wants to thank every airline and airport worker ever for doing a phenomenal job.

But he cannot, because shortly after landing he has to take a boat ride to his final destination.

The lands are beautiful, the ocean more so, with their blinding greens and blues. His mask and glasses he had gotten rid of on his flight from Paris, but the glasses quickly make a come back, along with his hat under the morning sun. The guide that is designated for him and the group of people he takes the boat ride with takes them to their hotel, and after checking in and being guided to his little villa, Johnny is able to stand in an open space with a private bed and bathroom.

But it is all worth it. Because as he looks out of the windows that cover the side of the villa that looks out to the ocean, he can see the beautiful bay and the islands and the beauty of nature, with its bright colors and white noise that is the screeching of bugs.

Why travel so much? Well, if he had gone to a known, tourist-dense place, he probably would not get what he wanted to get— which is to relax. Truly let go of everything for a while. Disappear, even, with people not knowing him, ultimately resulting in him forgetting his usual life as well. He wants to be a bit invisible for once.

And St. Vincent and the Grenadines was the perfect place for that. He had been interested in this place for years after first seeing a random video that popped up on his YouTube recommended. Locals were known to be angels of hospitality, everyone seemed to be happy, views were amazing, yet it somehow attracted less tourists than the surrounding countries.

With a good ten days to spare here, the first thing he knows he will do is take a nap. For at least a good couple of hours. So he takes off his t-shirt that smells of all kinds of airports and plane seats, puts his glasses and hat somewhere, and does just that. Luggage still packed and all.

Only after waking back up does he even bother with unpacking his luggage, and to be honest, it is only because he wants to take his trunks out and head to the beach. He looks.. disheveled at best, or so he decides when he is putting some sunscreen on very carefully as it is just past the afternoon and he has a good chance of getting a burn otherwise. Johnny’s face is puffy, both from traveling and sleeping, and his nose is acting up a little— blocked because of all the air and pressure change. But is it enough to stop him from exploring around? No. Not really.

The bay is not crowded when he walks down save for a few groups of people and a couple others that are alone. It smells like sea salt and overall freshness, with small waves hitting the shore and a few yachts in the distance. The sand is almost white under his feet and the water is a beautiful turquoise.

What is truly different to him, though, is the fact that the beach seems to be silent. Sure, some people a few years younger than him were playing with a beach ball in the water and provided some noise, but not too much. It was almost too peaceful as he swam a few laps in the water.

That is not to say it does not feel magical and amazing, though, because it does.

He takes his time swimming around, looking down to see any formations or life in the clear water before coming out. In the heat that is much more manageable than back in Seoul, he walks back to his place, takes a shower, and dresses back up to go outside.

The resort is stupidly big. There are many facilities, pools, sports grounds, restaurants, entertainment areas and access to different bays that he feels overwhelmed by the time his stomach starts crying out for dinner— and even by then, he is not done with exploring the whole place.

It is only when he takes a brochure from a random information point and looks at it that he realizes this whole island belongs to this resort, because it is privately owned.

Looking at the map for directions, he goes to the nearest restaurant. It is fairly small, more like a pub than a restaurant, so he sits at the bar. The waiter hands him a menu with a smile on his face, and Johnny does not hesitate to smile back before thanking him.

There are so many options on the menu. Some local food, some not, some snacks, some appetizers, some main, some desserts, but basically too many. Especially since they all sound good to his stomach that craves something other than plane food.

“You seem lost, want help?” Somebody leans on the bar as they speak to him, and he picks his head up to look at them. A girl. A very pretty girl with a warm smile on her face. “Actually, yeah. I’d appreciate some help.”

Without even glancing at the menu, you respond. “Roasted breadfruit and fried jackfish tends to be good anywhere. It’s the national dish, can’t really go wrong with that.”

Your confidence beams like a shining star, so Johnny finds himself trusting you. He orders his meal with, again, a smile on his face, and gets flustered when the waiter compliments his outfit choice genuinely. So far, the locals really did seem very happy and positive, because the guide was also the same. Always smiling. And Johnny really appreciates that.

You, who is now sitting on the stool next to him order some roasted breadfruit yourself, before coming eye to eye with Johnny and chuckling a bit awkwardly. “Is it okay if I sit here?”

It kind of makes him feel bad that you felt the need to even ask him that, so he relaxes himself in an attempt to hopefully not look too intimidating anymore, and nods. “You don’t have to ask. Sorry, it’s just been a long travel day.”

Your smile grows wider. “Oh I know that feeling all too well. You look nothing like me when I’m just done traveling, though. I wish I could look like that.”

Something about the sentence makes Johnny smile to himself, and you seem to notice that, because you clear your throat. “I mean,” You let out before clearing your throat one more time because your voice is not quite like how it was. “I’m a full time traveler. I just wish it’d get easier by now.”

“You’re a full time traveler?” Johnny asks. He can smell the food being cooked now, and it smells absolutely delicious. Enthusiastically, you nod. “How come?” Because you look maybe his age, maybe a few years older or younger, whatever it is— you look around the same age. Full time traveling would have sounded like a good stretch (anyone your age) if it was not for the confidence you were radiating.

“I have a goal of traveling to 120 countries. Made it my job, I work for several magazines and networks writing about my experiences. Plus filming a documentary— but all by myself so it’s not like I’m getting payed for that or anything.” All of that sounds so incredibly cool to him, he cannot help but feel his eyes widen. “Everything I do is so that I can pay off the traveling expenses.”

“That sounds amazing,” Johnny says with a smile on his face, awed at the fact that you get to do this for a living, at least for now. The waiter comes back with their food, and the two of you thank him before digging into your servings. It is either because Johnny is really hungry, or because the dish tastes so good, or both, but it is delicious. Breadfruit is something he had not tried before but he finds himself loving it.

He kind of groans, which is embarrassing. ��This is amazing.” It prompts a giggle out of his companion, and he too huffs at his own remark. “So, how many countries have you been to?”

Biting a breadfruit piece, you answer. “Ninety three,” You say it as if it is nothing. “So I’m starting to slow down a little. I’ve been here before, but I wanted to take a bit off my savings and have a vacation. Pamper myself, I guess.”

“Excuse me, ninety three?” Johnny asks in awe, grabbing a bite of his salty fish. You looked around the same age as him. “How long have you been doing this for?”

Your eyes roll upward, recollecting memories and counting the time. “Three years? More or less.”

“You’re crazy.” He chuckles lightly, to which you join. “I am.”

He continues to talk with you, asking you questions about how and why. It takes some time for him to actually ask you your name, but he does— luckily you are not insulted or suspicious by the fact that it takes him at least a good hour of conversing before he can ask you. In fact, you have a positive energy with the way you speak and act throughout the time the two of you spend which could only hopefully mean good. Because Johnny finds you really interesting, the initial physical attraction put aside. You sound like an open book that he would love to read.

Luckily, you give him a chance. Before you have to leave to catch up with your work, you suggest him something. “Are you by yourself?” Johnny nods at your question as he finishes up his meal. “No tours or anything?” Contradictory to his last answer, he shakes his head. When he looks at you, you smile to him, trying to ease the words. “During the day I’m usually island-hopping. I could show you around, if you’d like.”

The suggestion makes him feel all happy-go-lucky inside, and he can feel it reflecting by the way he smiles. “Do you suggest this to everyone?”

You do not answer. But the way your cheeks get slightly pink as you turn away from him with a chuckle is all the answer he needs.

The next morning you call his phone— the one in his little villa, that he had given its number of before you two parted your ways. It was too early in the morning, and your voice was not beaming the way it did the day before, but you still sounded more enthusiastic than he ever could. “Do you like hiking?”

Johnny kind of whines a little before he can catch onto what he is doing and stop himself. He really wants to relax, but he had the unfortunate chance of fortunately meeting you. “Is hiking literally the first thing we’re doing?”

“I was gonna do this before I met you too, so,” You yawn. “Plus, it’s not like we’ll hike in some forest. I’ll take you to an active volcano.”

It sounds too cool for him to not agree.

First you two meet up at the restaurant you had met in, having some light breakfast and coffee before you leave the resort. You take him to the port, saying you will have to take a ride to another island— Saint Vincent to start your hike. You inform him that the peak is at a whopping 1,234 meters which sounds really fun considering the way up will all be on foot not to mention the rocky trail, but in return, you promise him a beautiful view and countless photo-ops. Plus the ability to say I’ve hiked all the way up to the crater of an active volcano.

The boat ride is short and before he knows the two of you are already on the trail between groups of tourists. The weather is only just starting to get hotter when you start hiking, but he knows it will not be much of a problem anyway with the height you are hiking up today.

“So,” You start speaking after a while of silence as you walk beside him. “You interviewed me enough yesterday. It’s only fair if I get to interview you.”

“Go ahead.” He says in a heartbeat, looking down at the bay the two of you were coming from. It was a good drop down, but considering how long it had been since you both started hiking, he would guess you are not even a quarter way done. “Who even is Johnny? What does he like to do? What does he not like? What is the one thing he can't back out of?”

He laughs at the curiosity that is in your voice, and at the questions before he starts answering. “Optimistically I’m a giant with way too big of a coffee and Coldplay addiction and love for photography, pessimistically I’m one tired guy that is long overdue a vacation, and realistically I’m just Johnny.”

Johnny sees you scrunch your lips and nodding. “That sounds pretty legit.”

That makes him laugh, and you do not hesitate to join him.

You two hike your way up to the volcano, and honestly speaking, it is maybe one of the coolest things he has done before. And you were right— there really are lots of beautiful sceneries with a three sixty view of the island, yachts in the water, the clouds, the colorful native flora and fauna, the crater of the active volcano for goodness’ sake, and the occasional wildlife that got close enough.

The hike takes around 6 hours. It is the evening by the time you get back to your resort and have dinner, and you only converse during dinner before calling it a night.

Next day you take him to Saint Vincent once again, this time to walk around the Botanic Garden. You tell him it is one of the oldest in the world, and that he can take photo-card-worthy shots, even film something if he wants to. He lets you show the way around ferns, palms, agave trees, cinnamon and breadfruit trees as parrots chirp and fly around. He learns that they are the national animal when a staff member spots him trying to take a photo of the birds and tells him, pointing at one colored blue, green and yellow before patting the flag on his work uniform. The middle-aged-almost-old guy laughs when realization dawns on Johnny and his mouth parts, with your sweet giggle in the background.

Johnny would not mind looking dumb if it gets you giggling that way again.

On the fifth day of his trip that rolls around way too fast, you to go to the market place on the main island. Not necessarily buying anything as most things sold are local produce, just looking for souvenirs of any kind, but all he ends up with is a magnet for each member and some baked goods because it is not strictly tourist season yet.

You take him to a restaurant that you know the owners of— which is kind of mind blowing to him how you can remember specific people after traveling to ninety three countries— and order a bunch of drinks with roasted breadfruit. You tell the family that owns the place that he is a friend of yours, a friend of yours who is visiting for the first time and has come from far away. And he hears the words Seoul, South Korea.

He cannot bring himself to listen to much after that.

Even when the older sister of the bartender that is serving you both tells him that the rums are quite dense in alcohol, and that one of the beers might taste a bit different to him since it is made of tree barks and spices, he does not care too much.

There are lots of shots placed in front of you, and you call for him to clink his glass with yours in cheers before he tries. He does what you say, but stops before any of you can drink. “How do you know where I came from?”

Johnny hears you chuckle airily before smirking a little and leaning towards him on the counter. “Well I’ve visited South Korea before, and it’s hard not to know when I’ve literally walked into your face at a mall. Went there for the library, originally.”

It makes sense. The Coex mall. A weirdly serious tourist attraction because of Starlight Library, neighboring his agency’s museum, which thought it is for whatever reason necessary to put digital screens everywhere with idols’ displays on them. The world is so small. Even when he is at a place so little that it is a literal dot on the world map, he is somehow spotted. But this time it does not feel all that serious.

“But I swear that’s not why I approached you at first. I didn’t even realize until I went over a few videos the other day and literally saw your face in one of them. Imagine the horror I went through.” You laugh lightly before clinking his glass again. “For a good minute I thought you’d think of me as a crazy fan or something.”

“I was about to, just now.” He sees your face change in shock and mocked hurt, and raises his glass a little in defense. “But I didn’t. Your explanation makes enough sense.”

You laugh. “Just down the drink, Suh. You need to get tipsy already.” He sees you down yours and smile a little afterwards, and you shrug, just as he brings his glass to his lips. “For the record, I don’t care. Like you said, realistically you’re just Johnny.”

He downs the drink with a dumb smile on his face.

The two of you return to the resort slightly tipsy that day, but it does not stop you from going out the upcoming day.

You go to Kingstown again and walk around looking at the buildings and the Gothic churches that seemed to be everywhere despite the town’s small size, taking photographs and interacting with the locals. He finds himself to be greatly inspired by the coexistence of the English colonial architecture that looks old, intimidating and grey, with the colorful, wooden and inviting local architecture— he photographs almost every street you two pass, sometimes even asking locals if he could photograph them. It is a generally more relaxing day as you hang out and eat and drink and speak and support the local businesses, dedicating time to each other.

On the seventh day, he basically gets dragged out of his room with you promising that you will give him the last two days of him to laze around. Until this point he had already skipped swimming in any way for 2 days, and he really wanted to have relaxed beach days with the comfort of a bed available to him at anytime because who knew when he would get another vacation like this.

But he internally shuts his internal voice up when your boat ride (a different kind this time) brings you to a waterfall inside a canyon.

Johnny comes to learn you are an adventure addict, one that likes to share her experiences. And he loves that about you.

Well.

Johnny comes to learn that he himself is a bit of an adventure addict when he kisses you on the night of the ninth day.

In all of his defense, there was a fair share of attraction. The initial attraction was undeniable. He would have liked to think it was mutual. And maybe it was, because you had kissed him back.

Not only did you kiss him back, but you let him hold your hand and lead you to his room for privacy. You let him caress you, your cheek and your waist as he kisses you against the wall. You let him lay you down on his bed. You let his hands roam around your body, and you roam your hands around his as well. You let him mark you up in his moment of bad, tipsy judgement, the plum colored bruises splattered around your chest and stomach where his hands bunch your top up. And maybe just to get even, you lay him down mark him up too, focusing on his collarbones. You both let each other elicit such sounds from one another, it is almost hard to believe that you two had just met several days ago.

It is a tipsy mistake at worst. Neither of you goes further out of mutual respect.

Yet maybe it is not the worst, because you sleep and wake up together. Still tangled in each other.

It is the tenth day. In a matter of hours, he has to be at the port to go to Bridgetown again and start the madness that is his way back.

“I don’t wanna leave yet,” He complains as he rubs your arm that is slung over his chest, getting a hum from you, though not the kind you had made last night. “Why?”

“My sense of time was just getting better,” That gets an unenthusiastic giggle from you. “Ouch.”

“Why?” Shrug. “I thought it was because of me or something.”

You are joking, but he does not get it. He looks down at you, meeting his gaze with yours when you tilt your neck up to look at him. Even better, he furrows his brows. “You’re part of the reason why. Probably the biggest part.”

Silence. But you smile softly, which makes him smile softly.

You can see the hope inside his eyes, and when he parts his lips, you cut him off. “Don’t even ask. Dating and traveling full time don’t exactly go hand in hand.”

What you say does not even faze Johnny. “I can imagine. But I’m willing to learn more about you, if you let me,” He mumbles sleepily. “I don’t mind waiting if we want something to happen. And I don’t mind having a kick-ass friend who’s traveled to 120 countries if we decide we don’t want something to happen.” This time, he shrugs. “Win-win either way.”

His fake carelessness makes you laugh even though you are too tired to laugh fully, and in the end you just end up smiling way too wide to the point where your cheeks hurt. You would like everything he just said and more. “If you insist. Are you ready to hear the classiest thing about me yet?”

“Hm?”

“You need to e-mail me or call me from Skype because half the time I don’t even have connection.” Looking at his sleepy, dumbfounded face you laugh a little, but he shrugs again.

“I could work with that.”

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angelmasked · 4 years ago

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hi hi hi !! 👑☁️️ 🥰 💖 💞 my name is amanda ( 19, she/her ) and i’m really looking forward to meeting you all + your muses !! under the cut you’ll find some info on my boo , lucy !

+ click here to view her pinterest / click here to view wanted connections .

[ kaylee bryant , cis female , twenty-two ] it looks like LUCY SPENCER is late to class once again . how do they expect to get their degree in THEATER by skipping class ? it’s a wonder that they made it to their JUNIOR year . then again , i heard that they were + CHARMING which may give them a pass with professors , but they are also - UNPREDICTABLE so maybe not . all i know is that they remind me of SMOKING A BONG UNDER THE BLEACHERS, WINKING AT STRANGERS, TEXTBOOKS STACKED UNDER HER BED so watch out . oh look , SHE just walked in !

♡ — 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

full name: lucy anne spencer.

gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her.

nicknames: little miss perfect.

age: 22 years old.

dob & zodiac: april 1st & aries.

language(s) spoken: english, primary , japanese, secondary & german, learning.

major: theater.

♡ — 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡.

triggers : mentions of drug and alcohol use.

was born to the area’s most well known district attorney, victor spencer.

her father was hated by many; especially those with a criminal background.

he makes himself out to be a good guy but in actuality, he’s quite corrupt.

she’d expected to act, speak and be something she’s not from a young age.

her parents want nothing more than a good girl with good grades and positive outlook on life as their daughter.

and in many ways, she is a good person and she most definitely has straight a’s in every class she takes but at the same time, she can’t help but feel drowned in her parent’s expectations.

these expectations cause her to start rebelling against her parent’s wishes. she would frequently sneak out after curfew and started smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol behind their backs.

of course, she couldn’t let them find this out because it could taint daddy dearest’s reputation --- so she stayed hidden. she masked herself as this loving, sweet angel who couldn’t possibly do any bad.

now that she’s away from home and in college, she’s let loose a bit more. but there’s still that fear of her parents finding out because she knows her father expects her to uphold the act while she’s away.

( and btw, he KNOWS it’s an act )

♡ — 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨.

ik i said she puts on an act but lucy’s actually is really nice + humorous and loves people. you can catch her making a few bad dad jokes once in a while.

too intelligent for her own good.

she was born + grew up in a city about 2 hours from whitton, uni.

is bisexual + leans more towards women.

is highkey a hopeless romantic :( give her flowers + send her love lettersand she will absolutely melt in your hands.

she love, love, looooooves acting and theater in general. she was the star in her drama club in high school.

this bitch cannot dance.

i.......... hope i included everything ~ feel free to ask any questions about her or her past or anything at all !! :’) i’m always down to plot and chat so please do slide into my dms if you’d like to plot or just have a lil chat and get to know each other !!

my dscord is coochpetals#3608 if you’d prefer doing stuff over there !

#whittonintro

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kitsunebishake · 6 years ago

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Why Hríd is such an amazing character who just got done wrong during his “character arc” (SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE BOOK II AND FORGING BONDS)

WARMING: THIS IS JUST ONE LONG ASS LOVEMAIL POST FOR HRÍD

this was originally written as a thread on twitter but i’ll try my best to put it all here because someone asked for it some time ago

I’m putting it here because @chascah suggested i uploaded it here as well for those people who actually appreciate the icy boy

this is basically an analysis to most if not every quote from hríd, also adding some translations and little details from the japanese quotes (and some lore behind the whole idea of hríd’s new year alt)

let’s start then!

lemme start with the fact that hríd only appeared in 3 out of 13 chapters, yet is the character that caught my interest the most (funny because i already had a crush on alfonse, then i saw hríd and was like "oh, hello there")

hríd arrived like a half-dead yet somehow composed prince who somehow (x2) survived by himself in múspell for weeks (maybe even months, there's no exact timeline but it is canon that alfonse and the others spent some weeks in nifl, it probably also took them a while to navigate through múspell until loki arrived as ylgr)

he served as some kind of excuse to not put bruno too much with the main characters, practically a messenger only despite this guy being alive with burns and a broken sword (the crack on gjöll's blade hurts bc he couldve actually lost his sword and ended up defenseless in battle oof)

so, there was no really much use of his character other than being a magical solution for everything

he even helped unmask loki (though they never explain why hríd suspected of ylgr, we only know loki's own take)

btw, can we talk about the fact he probably outsmarted loki while the others weren't yet in múspell? he terrorized surtr's army and even outsmarted laegjarn and laevatein

and since he survived for so long i believe most of his wounds were made by surtr himself

they never really say whether he actually managed to kill surtr or not, but let's say yes just to add up on all of the things hríd does just in the story

at first glance it looks like he's doing nothing, but reading further into it and applying some logic

hríd's... he's pretty impressive for a prince so young

gotta also add how hríd appears less impulsive in japanese than in english

when "alfonse" blames him for being a traitor, hríd gets to the defensive immediately in english

in japanese, he's more in shock, probably because after all he's tried, he's being doubted by his allies (which shows a lot how much he cares about being perceived as perfect, something i'll get on to later if i have enough time)

I added this part in the middle of the whole thing because it was a different thread so excuse the sudden change of topic, kinda. It’s supposed to be from the last conversation in Book 2, where Fjorm tells Hríd she’s going to stay in Askr despite her “condition”.

"I understand your feelings, Sister. By all means, go. I will pray for your safety."

this is one of the quotes i'd like to put in that one hríd character thread i want to make

the feeling behind this quote got completely lost in translation, as there's no way to translate it properly

in japanese, hríd uses a pecular way of speech to refer to his sister here he says "... I get it. If that is what you wish, it's alright to go. I'll pray for your safety." the peculiar part, aside from hríds "..." is where he refers to fjorm, the "you"

hríd normally uses "kimi" to refer to people, which is like a more... gentle? way of speaking? men usually use it towards women bc they want to treat them nicely, and jps in general use it with people they don't know (it's that, or "anata" or "[name]-san")

yet here, hríd decides to use "omae" to refer to fjorm, which is more informal and even rude (specially for someone who normally uses "kimi", it means he wanted to express some kind of anger or frustration about fjorm's decision without saying it directly,,,,,,,,,,,,,which is very japanese to do so,,,,,, *looks into the distant "most japanese people i've known don't directly say 'no' and instead go 'hmmmmmm' '*very indirectly rejects*' and it's probably a fact*)

it feels like instead of being supportive, hríd just understood there was no way of convincing fjorm to stay with them

so he gave up and felt hurt by that

please protect hríd

Back to the rest of the analysis.

now let's talk about forging bonds, in the wiki there's only the opening part transcribed in japanese, the rest is only on english (i curse not having started playing 3 months earlier orz)

the first thing you can notice in the japanese version is how informal hríd is when he's stressed

while he speaks in an usually softer manner, here, he doesn't even greet ylgr and gunnthrá, he goes directly to "gunnthrá... ah, ylgr is here too" (he kinda does the same in the mainstory, where he just says “ah, fjorm, you’re okay... ylgr too :)”)

AND IMMEDIATELY, HIS NEXT TEXT IS HIM CALLING GUNNTHRÁ WITH "OMAE”

ALREADY DEEP INTO THE STRESS OF MÚSPELL INVADING THEM

this shows how easily stressed hríd gets and how much he lets his emotions dirve his attitude and actions (which makes sense with the part where he tells fjorm she should be the one wielding leiptr and not him, he's too emotional despite how much he tries not to be)

in these parts we also see some level of deattachment from gunnthrá, on english he goes "sister..." by the end of the opening conversation

in the jp, however, he stays silent, he doesn't even call her name

idk if it's just me overanalyzing it, but from my experience with animoo and vidya, it feels a little weird that he says nothing there, like he's thinking (this is probably foreshadowing hríd's inner feelings oof)

something that i particularily like about this event is that hríd seems so at ease when he's on the dreams, even in the english translation it seems like that he mentions it might be because he feels at ease with kiran but i feel like it also has to do with the fact they're just a dream, it's not the real world, there's nothing to worry in a world where there's no war

at least, that's the feeling his dialogues give me

the closest thing to that hríd is his lvl40 speech and ny hríd (who's happier)

the only quote where hríd mentions some type of concern for his mother btw

from here on it only gets worse when it comes to hríd, though

he speaks about the invasion and such he talks in a way that implies he's probably taking the role of a commander (same as how it is implied he trains the soldier, or that he trains with them, though since he's been training alone with fjorm for so long, it's most likely the former) aside from that, he's weighting on himself the responsibility of what happens to nifl and what happens to his family

and since he's doing so, here's when it comes the part of hríd not being able to care about himself

this young man is carrying a heavy weight, the hopes and dreams and lives of many innocent and PEACEFUL people who barely even know how to fight, on top of those of his loved ones

it doesn't seem like anyone asked him to, not even his mother or sisters

he just decided it on his own that he needed to be "the perfect prince/king" in order to "protect" them

/even if it costs him his life/

he prepared his sisters for that moment (which, might give an insight that hríd knew more than he says, but let's leave my conspiracy theories aside lol)

and to THAT PART, we can add this from the mainstory

in english, when he's rescued, he thanks them for doing so

but in the jp text he actually apologizes for it

not sure how to exactly translate it, but it's something along the lines of "my apologies...for having to be saved..."

idk you guys, but it sounds like what someone who just failed to commit suicide would say, instead of someone who's grateful to be alive

and it makes sense, with how obsessed hríd seems to be about "dying for his loved ones" despite it not being entirely necessary

i mean, look at that, he survived surtr and was aided by bruno as he escaped (probably? they never say what exactly happened, but since they're looking for hríd and not for bruno, it's most likely that they just found each other by accident)

and yes, even though he seems to calm down with those thoughts during the sequence, it is only a dream and we know he has no recolection of them

he forgets completely about that motivation to keep living, which leads him into further down the path of death (whichinnorsemythologymightbecalledhríd,,,,,,orgjöll,,,ykow?)

im still not done, havent even gotten to his unit quotes lmao

hríd still did his best to survive for as long as he could, but it feels more like his strategic "i'm making time for fjorm and the askrans to make their moves" purely, out of the fact he didn't seem too happy to survive until he saw fjorm and ylgr

hat's all of hríd's quotes from that event, i can finally move on to his unit quotes

let's start with this one, luckily it is practically the same quote in both languages

this immediatelly counters any "hríd is boring" comment

though that is subjective, in my case what drove me even further into loving hríd was how different he was from usual characters related to ice

he might come off as cold sometimes, but it's purely because he's actually really dense/has a really bad sense of humor

in jp he tries to make an ice joke, but says "it's not suitable for him" (which is funny because in english he does have ice puns and i hate it)

1. he doesn't mention his mother 2. hríd blaming himself and being kinda gloomy part 1

"I should have protected my people and sisters, I couldn't play that role... I can never forget that."

this part hurts a lot (it's a little more poetic than the og one, i like it lol)

he could be talking about himself, about his sisters, his people, or all together, since the four of them have expressed desire for peace, and all four ended hurt by such thing

this part is scary, though it's not as much in english

NOT BECAUSE OF THE TRANSLATION, but because of his battle lines in eng (i'll get to that first and then come back to this one)

the most shockingly different skill trigger is the second one

the first one is exactly the same the third one in jp is "this is the last blow" (or smth like that) the fourth one is a little weird to translate (ice upon you works, but "freeze your life" sounds a little scary??)

OKAY BUT THE SECOND ONE ALONG WITH THE VOICE CLIP

IT KINDA SCARES ME A LITTLE FOR MY CUTE SWEET MOCHI BOY

it literally says "no mercy for the enemy"

IT'S LITERALLY SUGAR COATED, hríd went from a gentle giant to a merciless killer (who knows how many muspellians he's killed???) thanks to surtr and his fucking ass

hríd blaming himself and being gloomy part 2

the fact that he has not one, not two, not three, but about 5 to 6 lines that imply he's still dueling over everything that happened during the war is hurtful, he really can't forgive himself for that

he also sounds a little dead to me here (it’s one of the voiced quotes from his status page!)

which brings me back to the initial scary one

hríd is obsessed with earning his peace no matter what

and for that, he wants to get stronger

for that, he's willing to even perish, for everyone's sake

it's so sickening for me since i can kinda relate???? it reminds me a lot of the kind of wording they use for depression-themed japanese works, with the "peace" part and his willingness to just die anytime (which, is actually pretty normal for a warrior outside of FE. outside)

iT MAKES ME FEEL BAD BUT AT THE SAME TIME i kinda like he's written this way

AND EVEN WHEN HE'S LIKE THAT, hríd is still a gentle sweetheart who speaks so kindly you kinda forgets how merciless he is in the battlefield

like, the audio where he holds kiran's hands???? where he speaks about how the order of heroes saved nifl????? EVEN WHEN HE GETS STARTLED

he's always such a gentle and kind person

it makes me hate surtr even more because they didn't deserve this

hríd didn't deserve going through all of this fucking shit HE. DESERVED. HAPPINESS. AND PEACE.

then there's the ny hríd

he's an angel

a happy angel who makes me a little sad bc og hríd is not as happy

From here on everything was written like 2 weeks after the previous stuff :’) i’m sowwy

he's a resolute prince, he has the resolution of saving even at least one person,,,,,instead of being a "king", instead of being a "brother", or a "prince", he just wants to be "a hero",,,

hello, this is my opening statement of why ny hríd makes me cry with just existing

welcome

let us start with something that makes his quotes even better, particularily the previous quote and his lvl40 speech, which is the powerful meaning of this alt itself for a character such as hríd

in japan, new year used to be celebrated not at the end of the year, but at the end of winter, which is where geishun comes into the scheme, as it currently means "new years greetings" but in those old times, it was actually "welcoming spring" (or something along those lines i suck for precise translations)

and that's where our next quote comes into the picture

hríd speaks about nifl's winter, about how it practically symbolizes the nifleans' strength and will power

the alt itself is a more positive hríd, one who's willing to try his hardest for everyone, who doesn't regret his past, but looks into the future and has the purpose of being even better than before

of course, this hríd didn't suffer the same fate as the OG hríd, as he still has all 3 sisters (i want to believe ylgr was with them, just not shown bc of the lack of space for a sixth character) and now also 2 new allies to power their search for peace and strength to defend that peace

so, while our normal hríd is desparate to become stronger and suffers, this hríd is like his pole opposite, it's like the sun and the moon (too bad this hríd has no default special, sol would've fit him so well)

can we talk about how he feels so comfortable wearing the celebratory outfit?

the obi (the.....thing that acts as a belt) should be tied strongly enough so the hakama (the pants) doesnt fall down while he fights, yet he feels comfortable with it

i mean, it isn't as constrictive as a kimono as it doesn't prevent him from moving around freely, but he still shouldn't normally feel as comfortable with it as he is, he's never even worn something like that (it is implied, at least) yet he's loving it, isn't it adorable???

one time i joked about hríd being able to feel when winter is coming or when snow will start falling but

i think this quote pretty much confirmed it (YOU CAN'T SAY IT'S BECAUSE IT'S WARM, IT DOES SNOW IN ASKR WE'VE SEEN IT)

blessed boy munchs a whole fucking piece of mixed flour with FOUR HUNDRED GRAMS OF FUCKING SUGAR

he's got a sweet tooth i know it, i know my people when i see them

it's just that he doesn't seem disgusted, and he also only mentions the mochi so we can assume he didn't drink sake or matcha with it

he ate the fucking thing alone and apparently liked it

we have a sweet angel, guys

i just think this quote is cute, he loves cold just as much as i love him

t HIS IS SUCH AN IMPROVEMENT FROM OUR NORMAL HRÍD HE'S SO POSITIVE AND DETERMINED I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

though in japanese, the last quote is a little more gloomy

im not entirely sure of how to properly translate it *looks at the jisho page of the kanji he cant understand* it's certainly a word

but it could be something like "to be in such a predicament from so early in the year... I'm unable to say it's pathetic..."

i???? imagine he says he "can't say it" because he's trying to be positive?????? or something along those lines, but saying it proves he's taking it way to the extreme

nasakenai can also be shameful or miserable, pitable, disgraceful stuff like that

i'm not sure how to describe this quote?

this time it's the english localisation that kinda throws me off, i don't understand what he's trying to say lmao

in japenese he's saying something about having been graced this early in the new year

7 years speaking english and i still can't break down complex phrases the only reason i've survived this long is through the power of deduction abilities

pray for me

u know hríd's damaged quotes in english are all grunts, right?

in japanese, this hríd has a peculiar quote i find adorable when he gets damaged

he says "as expected from you...!"

hE'S COMPLIMENTING HIS ENEMY, THIS IS THE SAME MAN WHO SAYS NO MERCY AS HE KILLS THE FOE

btw listening to his english quotes is so funny

he sounds so damn cool in japanese and in english he

he sounds like a fucking nerd

I THINK IM TAKING A LIKING TO HIS ENGLISH VOICE ACTING PURELY BECAUSE HE SOUNDS STUPID

compare this (JP) https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/feheroes_gamepedia_en/1/12/VOICE_Hr%C3%ADd_Resolute_Prince_SKILL_2_jp.wav

to this (ENG) https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/feheroes_gamepedia_en/6/6a/VOICE_Hr%C3%ADd_Resolute_Prince_SKILL_2.wav

it's the exact same quote by the two different VAs

HE SOUNDS LIKE A NERD IN THE ENGLISH VERSION I CAN'T

back to translations and analysis

i hate this one

his eng quote is more positive while the japanese one is something along the lines of "I was useless... I'm sorry..."

HATE

look, say whatever you want, but hríd is such a sweet man

he cares for people and he tries his best to be the perfect prince everyone thinks he is

AND FOR HIS *MORE POSITIVE VERSION* TO SAY THIS AS HE IS DEFEATED IS JUST

WHAT DID HE DO TO U INTSYS TO MAKE HIM SUFFER THIS MUCH??

despite how "im so useless...!" his japanese version is

he way he says these two quotes sounds way more positive in japanese lmao it's the same translation, only that he's more "I'll repay you!!!!!!" in jp ( https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/feheroes_gamepedia_en/3/34/VOICE_Hr%C3%ADd_Resolute_Prince_MAP_3_jp.wav )

adorable

can’t use emojis on this pc so i’ll just leave the whole screenshot here

you see this quote here?

this is what it actually says

I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY CHANGED IT BUT I THINK IT'S CUTE BECAUSE I THINK HE DIDN'T JUST SWALLOW THE WHOLE MOCHI

HE ATE IT NORMALLY AND THINKS HE'S GOT SOME ON HIS CLOTHES BC PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT HIM LGHDSKLGSDFKS

why are u so cute aaaaaaa///////////

this is probably the translation of hríd's quotes i hate the most in english it just...sounds so rude

in japanese it's more like "could you please tell me if i'm wearing these clothes wrong? i'll fix it fast"

he's trying to be respectful to the hoshidans sobs

THESE TWO QUOTES ARE SO DIFFERENT BUT SO EQUALLY ADORABLE AND POWERFUL

THIS 180~195CM OR SO MAN IS THE MOST ADORABLE PERSON IN THIS WHOLE PUTRID PLANET AND IM GOING TO TELL YOU WHY

first, this is my fave quote on english

he sounds so confused as to why people think the hoshidan clothes suit him

HE'S. NOT. AWARE. OF HOW FUCKING GOOD HE LOOKS.

TELL ME THAT'S NOT THE CUTEST SHIT EVER HE JUST DOESN'T GET IT

to make it more adorable, in japanese, the original quote is something like "I wonder what makes a type of clothing 'suit' you..."

HE'S GOING ALL PHYLOSOFICAL ON THAT SHIT probably because people keep telling him he looks good in that kind of clothing

this man's density is so powerful that he can't even begin to understand people find him attractive and that the attire literally makes him go from a 10 to a 1000000000000000000

he doesn't get it and he wants to know if it's really true so he goes out of his way TO ASK KIRAN

i love hríd so much he's so adorabl e

i want to give him a hug

with this i finish my thread for now

for now

hopefully we will get another alt for hríd and i can come back to spam about how adorable his quotes are

please stan hríd he's literally an angel

#analyzing #overanalyzing actually #i read his whole quote set like 30 times for this #it took me a full hour to put this on tumblr from twitter aaaaaaa #I DON'T EVEN HAVE HALF A YEAR IN THIS FANDOM AND SINCE I CAN'T BE UP TO DATE WITH ENSTARS I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO ACTUALLY ANALYZE HRÍD AS #A CHARACTER #HE'S AMAZING PLEASE LOVE HIM #HE'S ACTUALLY WELL WRITTE IN CAN'T BELIEVE THIS #could've added facts about his name origin and such as well but #anything to do with his name and gjöll is just theory #pretty sure they sadly just chose a cool name set for the nifleans #hríd #hrid #icy blade #prince of nifl #feh #heroes #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes

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bae-b-8-imagines · 7 years ago

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Youth - Poe x Reader (College AU)

Author’s Note: It took me so long to get this out, but it is finally here! I hope you like it @summerlogy! Requests are open! Feel free to message me! :) Stay gold!

Request: Hello! Could you do Poe X Reader Modern University student AU based on the song Youth, by troye sivan? Where they are best friends for life and known each-other since they’re babies and everybody knows they are best friends but suddenly Poe notices that he loves her and propose quoting the lyrics of the song. I hope this is not too much, and sorry if my english is poor. It’s not my first language btw 😭💧 And your writings are sooo amazing 💘💘

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 2100+

ALL LYRICS TO THE SONG BELONG TO THE ARTIST

Your hair was slowly falling out of the messy bun that sat atop of your head. The pencil you were holding scratched across the exam that you were writing right now. You blew air from your lips to try and blow the stray hair out of your face, but to no avail. Eventually you finished scribbling your answer on the paper and set your pencil down. The strand of hair was tucked behind your ear and you walked up to the professor to turn in your exam. He nodded his head and wished you a good summer holiday. As you walked out the door you saw your best friend of twenty years, Poe Dameron. He looked shocked to see you finished so quickly, you stuck your tongue out at him and exited the classroom.

That was your final exam before your last semester of university! You were going to graduate with a bachelors in mechanical engineering, and Poe with a bachelors in astrophysics. The two of you had been inseparable since you were about four years old. You had met at preschool and were best friends since then. You both loved and hated the same things, and there was never a dull moment when the two of you would hang out, which happened to be very often considering you were both roomates.

It had felt so normal when the two of you had moved in together. Like nothing in life could ever push you apart. It just seemed to work perfectly with you two together. One of the main things that worked great between the two of you was that each one of you were respectful about the other’s life. If there was something that Poe wanted to do with his friends, you were okay with it. Why would there be any reason not to be.

The two of you hadn’t encountered any situation with opposing significant others though. The last time you had been on a date was in high school, since then it was mostly drunken kisses that you didn’t remember the next morning. As for Poe, he had been in a long term relationship with a girl since the middle of high school till the first year at university.

As you rode your bike to the shared flat on the outskirts of the town you passed by a small ice cream shoppe that was only open in the Summer. You were happy to see that it was finally opened, and stopped by to get a scoop. The shoppe was crowded with students who had also just been released from the tightening grips of college exams, but the cold treat was worth the wait. You picked up a pint of chocolate ice cream to bring home for you and Poe to share.

When you got home you took of the bookbag that weighed down your shoulders and flung your body onto the couch that sat in the living room. You glanced at the clock that read 3:15, before closing your eyes. The slamming of a door made you open your eyes once more, slightly aggravated that you were woken from your small power nap.

“Poe, do you have to be so loud?” You groaned looking back up at the clock, only to see that you had been asleep for more than four hours.

“I wasn’t aware that you were going to be asleep. I thought you would’ve already called the take out for our celebration dinner tonight!” He exclaimed reaching for the phone.

You closed your eyes again, completely forgetting about the fact that you and Poe were supposed to order Chinese food and have a few friends over to celebrate. You could hear him speaking on the phone, but then he got really quiet and exited the room. You were confused. Poe was never the one to be quiet on the phone, especially not to the man who worked at the Chinese restaurant, the three of you had this odd relationship where you both accepted each other.

You sat up from your position on the couch and grabbed your phone from the coffee table in front of you. There were your typical instagram notifications, a few snapchats - although probably nothing more than a streak - and one or two texts from your friends who were coming over tonight. You opened Rey’s message first.

Hey Y/N, Finn and I should be there around 8:30. Do you think you could ask for extra duck sauce for us?

You laughed, whenever the two of you would go out for Chinese food and study dates she would always ask for extra duck sauce, even if she didn’t need it. Because, “It’s too precious to not use it on every bit and if you run out of duck sauce halfway through your spring roll what else is there to do in life but to die?” Sometimes she could be dramatic, but that’s just another reason why you loved her.

Glancing at the other text you saw that Hux and Ben would be here around the same time. You and Hux had shared many classes together. He wasn’t the nicest, or the coolest, dude to be around, but he had helped you so much that you figured inviting him over for some Chinese wouldn’t hurt. As for Ben, he was basically your cousin. Your godparent’s son. It was pretty much mandatory for you to invite him. Poe wasn’t the biggest fan, but he could deal with it.

After texting back Rey and glancing at your clock you realized that you only had about twenty minutes to do a little bit of cleaning and getting ready for everyone to be over. You put the little items that cluttered the room back in their places and headed to the restroom that you and Poe shared. You could hear that he was in the shower, but that was not going to stop you from using the mirror and putting on a little bit of makeup so you didn’t look like a zombie.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Poe questioned, knowing it was you.

“What I do every time your taking a shower...duh.” You sated.

You were quickly finished and left, so that Poe would be undisturbed for the rest of the shower. You knew that he liked his privacy when it came to his hair routine. There was a knock at the door, so you closed the door to your bedroom and went to the front of the loft.

Sure enough your four friends were all standing there ready to welcome you. You hugged each of them before leading them into the living room to find a place to sit. There wasn’t much of a plan for tonight other than pigging out on Chinese food, and watching a scary movie. Immediately after you had taken your place on the couch, leaving enough room for Poe as well, the bell run. You stood up announcing that that was probably the Chinese delivery guy.

You opened the door and welcomed him in, like you normally did. Handing him the $50 bill you told him to keep the change.

“But it’s only a $32 charge, I can’t take a nearly 40% tip.” He said, cautious to take the money.

You insisted that he keep it. You were once where he was too. On the edge of 17, not knowing what you wanted to do with life, struggling to save for a college that your parents weren’t able to help pay for. Eighteen dollars wasn’t a lot, but it could help. Finally he accepted and made his way to his next delivery.

Poe came out of the restroom, hair as perfect as ever, wearing sweatpants that made him look nice. You weren’t going to lie to yourself when you said that you had the tiniest crush on Poe. It was basically impossible not to. You had always promised yourself that you wouldn’t let it get in the way of your relationship with him though. You knew that having Poe as your best friend was better than dating him and then it not working out and then not being friends at all.

Poe’s POV

Everyone was seated around the coffee table. Y/N was sitting next to me, her hair smelled so wonderful. Had she showered after she got home? That wasn’t important. I felt so nervous. Just last week I had realized the truth, that I was in love with Y/N. I had been since I broke up with Anne back in Freshman year. Y/N was the only girl I had eyes for, and I couldn’t let her slip through my fingers. Sure we would always being friends, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to share everything with her, for the rest of my life. I had went out and bought a simple ring about two days ago. Finn was the only one who knew what I had planned for tonight.

“Alrighty what does everyone want to watch tonight?” He asked picking up the remote and turning on Netflix.

“Actually Finn?” I stopped him, “I have something I’d like to say to everyone.”

Your POV

Poe stood up holding his red solo cup in the air like he was about to toast.

“I just wanted everybody to know that all of you helped to make senior year great. Tomorrow we will be opening a new chapter in our lives, and I can only hope that we all continue to stay great friends. Hux, I know we aren’t the closest, but thanks for not totally freaking out when I am sarcastic with you. Ben, we may not get along, but any family of Y/N’s is a friend of mine. Rey, thanks for always being there for Y/N and for Finn. If you didn’t keep those two in check I’m not sure they would’ve graduated. Finn, thanks for being the best friend anyone could have asked for. So here’s to new chapters!” He cheered and raised his glass.

You played along with it, and raised yours as well, but you had to admit you were a bit hurt that he didn’t even mention you in his little speech that he gave. You looked into the TV screen as you drank from your cup.

“I have one more thing to say.” His voice rang out above everyone else’s cheers, “Y/N, what if we run away? What if we left today? What if we said goodbye to safe and sound?”

What was this? What was he getting at now? You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but for some reason it made butterflies rupture in your chest, and a light blush to dust your cheeks.

“Y/N my youth is yours, tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls. My youth is yours runaway now. And forever more my youth is yours. A truth so loud you can’t ignore that my youth is yours. Y/N, we’ve been best friends since preschool. And I’ve been in love with you since high school. Our entire childhood, I have been wrapped around your finger. My youth is yours. And the fact that I love you is something you can’t ignore. I can’t imagine living another day being just best friends, because to me you are so much more than that. I want to grow old being yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N L/N. We may have mortal bodies, but we have timeless souls. So this is me asking you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

Poe was now on one knee right in front of you as you sat on the couch, cross legged, wearing your oldest tee shirt and sweats. Yet he still was here asking you to marry him. A tear made its way down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a bear hug.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Ace.” You choked out. That was all you could say because your throat was tight with emotion.

Poe hugged you in return, his arms clinging to your waist. You opened your eyes and could see that Finn had been recording the whole ordeal. He had to have known what was going on. Poe pulled away and placed the ring on your finger before kissing you on the lips. And while it was an unconventional proposal, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Poe and you had spent your entire past together, so why not the entire future as well?

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ninatranslates · 7 years ago

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Just thoughts about some of the official NDRV3 translations.

I just wanna discuss a few of the things I’ve seen talked about here and there. As a couple of side notes, (1) these are just my opinions. You’re free to disagree, but don’t lose your mind over it.

(2) There is no one true way to translate a language. Give the same text to a bunch of different translators and they will all come back with different results. Therefore, there can be multiple “correct” translations of a single text. And in the end, fans are allowed to use whichever they like best.

(3) Literal meaning isn’t all that makes up a language. Keep in mind that translating is a balancing act between meaning, nuance, and feeling. Sometimes you need to choose one over the other. Translators will try their best to minimize this, but some things are bound to get lost in translation. This applies to any language.

And (4) what counts as an acceptable English equivalent for a fan translation may not be appropriate for an official localization, and vice-versa. This is because they target different audiences, and naturally, the same text is perceived differently by different people. NDRV3 fan translators will assume their audience is familiar with Japanese media, know a bit of the language and culture, and have played the past DR games. On the other hand, the official localization is targeting a general English-speaking audience to sell their game as much as possible. This includes those who are new to DR and Japanese media, and the localization team needs to take care not to alienate them, since they make up the bulk of the western audience.

Anyways, if you’re interested about my thoughts so far or are curious about a few of the localization choices, keep reading for more. But note that I’m not a professional or veteran translator, I’m a young Japanese-American who likes anime and translates for fun. Don’t take my opinions as the word of God.

There are no spoilers.

Here are some things about the localization that I agree and disagree with:

STRONGLY AGREE (I wish I thought of that):

Luminary of the Stars, Kaito Momota - This is great, they managed to make it sound both cool/epic and short/sweet, while capturing the nuances of his catchphrase 宇宙に轟く百田解斗, uchuu ni todoroku Momota Kaito “I am Kaito Momota, who will become well-known/famous throughout space”, but in a “they will speak of me in legends” or “my legends will spread throughout the galaxy” sort of way. I’m jealous.

Nyeeeeeh - Cute, funny, and lazy! Admittedly I have trouble translating unusual onomatopoeias, and Himiko’s habitual んなー was no exception. Literally spelled as nnaa, I tried to translate it as “uhnaa”, but I still wasn’t quite happy with it. “Nyeeeh” is so much better gaaaah.

AGREE

K1-B0/Keebo - Probably the most controversial, and I’m probably offending people by saying this, but there’s actually more to Kiibo’s name than you’d think. Before they released his name, I was wondering how they would translate it, since there are just so many elements in his name that a simple “Kiibo” or “Kibo” can’t carry over. I think this deserves a longer explanation, but basically, K1-B0 and nickname Keebo preserve most of the nuances and intentions that were in the original Japanese. From the obvious and stupid humor, to the cuteness, to emphasizing his robotness and humanness at the same time, to giving off the right first impressions, and to setting up some of the intended expectations... The only thing that’s missing is the “hope” wordplay. But hey, unless you can think of a feasible way to overlap “Kiibo” with “hope”, it’s just one of those things that’s gonna get lost in translation. Also, whether “K1-B0″ and “Keebo” will work still depends on the execution of the dialogue. However, both キーボ and K1-B0/Keebo gave me the same “wow that’s so stupid, I love it” reaction as both a Japanese and American fan, and I was just really impressed by how they were able to replicate it so perfectly. Anyways, I can still understand why people would hate it, since it is just such a jarring non-name. But as long as you don’t work for NISA, you’re still allowed to call him whatever you want. In case you haven’t noticed, the Japanese language doesn’t use alphabets, and there’s no one true way to romanize his name. So K1-B0, Keebo, Kiibo, Kibo, Ki-bo, and Kībo are all acceptable ways to spell キーボ. However, “Kibou” is incorrect, since that’s just “hope”. It’s the difference between キーボ and キボウ. But I won’t hunt you down for it, it’s not that big a deal.

Oma - Similar to Kiibo, except not nearly as complicated or as big a deal as fans make it out to be. Ouma, Oma, and Ōma are all acceptable ways to romanize 王馬. But since they already used the “Oma” method of spelling for every other character in every other game, making an exception just for “Ouma” for no real reason would be inconsistent and unprofessional. The “Oma” spelling is also the most common way to localize Japanese names (ex. Pikachu from ピカチュウ pikachuu and Goku from 悟空 gokuu). Even among real-life Japanese people living in America, they are more likely to spell their name the “Oma” way, though the “Ouma” way isn’t uncommon either. The fact “Oma” means “grandma” in another language is irrelevant, since last I checked, this is an English localization. As an example, did you know Japanese people find the French phrase “qu'est-ce que c'est” really funny? It’s cuz it sounds like ケツクセ... as in, “Your butt stinks”. But I’m not gonna tell the French to stop saying “What’s up?” because they’re implying someone farted in Japanese. Or hey, even my own first name means “newly-bloomed na flower” in Japanese (新菜 nina), but it basically means “fresh vegetable” (xīncài) in Chinese. Or an even better, real-life localization example would be Miyazaki’s Laputa: The Castle in the Sky. The fact that la puta means “the whore” in Spanish didn’t force the English localization to change the name of the castle, though they did understandably drop it from the title. “Laputa” is something the Spanish dub needs to worry about, which they did, they changed the name to “Lapuntu”. Anyways getting side-tracked. As you can see, a normal word in one language can mean something silly or inappropriate in another language. This literally happens all the time. And if you don’t like “Oma”, you’re still free to call him “Ouma”. Just because it’s unofficial, doesn’t mean it’s incorrect. Really. It just. Does not. Matter. Also here’s every other main series DR character who got the same treatment: Kyoko (Kyouko) Kirigiri, Mondo Owada (Oowada), Sakura Ogami (Oogami), Toko (Touko) Fukawa, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Kuzuryuu), Kazuichi Soda (Souda) Rantaro (Rantarou) Amami, Ryoma (Ryouma) Hoshi, Shuichi (Shuuichi) Saihara, Korekiyo Shinguji (Shinguuji), Kirumi Tojo (Toujou), Monotaro (Monotarou)

Piano freak - Not quite sure why people were upset about this other than excessive nitpicking. In Japanese, you could call nerds “(obsession) idiot” in the way that all they care and think about is their obsession and nothing else. But this isn’t how “idiot” is used in English, so the best equivalent is actually “(obsession) freak”. However, “idiot” is acceptable for a fan translation, since many anime fans are familiar with the meaning and connotations of バカ (baka).

Monokuma Kubs/MonoKubs - Pronounced Monokumaazu, the direct translation is “Monokumarz” or “Monokumaz”, which works just fine for a fan translation, but doesn’t quite carry over the connotations for a general English-speaking audience. It’s like the huge gap in feeling between “The Doraemons” in English and “The Doraemons” (ザ・ドラエモンズ) in Japanese. (How many of you are actually familiar with The Doraemons btw lmao.) Using “the”, the plural “s”, and “ers” (like workers and singers) is normal in English, but using them in Japanese gives off squad or team vibes with a dash of silly humor. “MonoKubs” does just that while sounding nice and simple. “MonoKubz” would’ve been great too, and fans can still use whatever they like best.

NEUTRAL

Voice recasting - One word. Budget.

Dub quality - I think the quality is pretty expected since the voice acting industry in America isn’t nearly as big as in Japan. But I also have zero interest in dubs, so I’m pretty biased on this one oops. My assumption is they’re doing the best they can. Also English speakers mispronouncing foreign names is nothing new. Even though I do find the memes funny, I don’t expect people who don’t speak Japanese to get it perfect, just like I don’t expect Japanese voice actors to get their English perfect.

Mastermind - The most literal translation of 首謀者 (shubousha) would’ve been “ringleader”, except “ringleader” doesn’t sound nearly as cool or memorable as “mastermind”. So they chose impact and rule-of-cool over literalness and subtlety. Which is understandable. Besides, if they wanted to be literal, they should’ve gone with “puppetmaster” (黒幕 kuromaku) in the first game. I think both “ringleader” and “mastermind” are acceptable here.

First-name basis/no honorifics - I personally prefer when translations preserve honorifics. It just says a lot about the character and their relationships. However, just like there are no perfect English equivalents for all the Japanese ways to say “I” and “you”, there’s just no exact English equivalent for all these honorifics, so using them risks alienating the general audience. Also, this is what they went with for the other two games, so it’d be a little bit awkward changing it now. This decision doesn’t match my personal preference, but it’s a completely understandable and common one.

DISAGREE

Male delinquents - Tenko uses the term 男死 (danshi) for men, which is a pun on “men” and “death” to show her disgust for them. However, there’s a big difference in meaning and implication between “I hate male delinquents” and “I hate males”. Also not as punny as “menace” (credit to @oumakokichi for the pun). I worry they did this to avoid offending guys... but there’s no way to know for sure. My opinion of "male delinquents” could also change depending on its execution.

Kiyo - I can understand that English-speakers might have trouble pronouncing Japanese names that are more than three syllables... but this feels like they’re dumbing down the audience a bit. Come on, let the boy keep his name!

STRONGLY DISAGREE (Just. Why.)

Gonta’s Tarzan speak - Gonta has the intellect of a child, and speaks like one, sure... But he doesn’t speak like a caveman. He’s perfectly fluent and literate in Japanese, so this seems like inappropriate stereotyping to me. My guess is someone really misinterpreted Gonta’s character and dialogue, or wanted to treat feral children “realistically”. Not a fan of this at all.

UNDECIDED

Atua - Honestly not sure what to think of this, since I know nothing of Polynesian mythology. I don’t know if naming Angie’s god after a real-life term for Polynesian gods and spirits is appropriate, since we don’t know if Angie’s god is actually an atua, and especially because her religion is depicted as shady and cultish. I think depicting her religion this way would’ve been (arguably borderline) acceptable as long as her god remained unspecific and made-up. And considering that most Japanese people are agnostic, possessing a general, unspecific belief in a god or infinite gods/spirits, I did assume this was the intent of the original context. But I just don’t know enough about Polynesian culture to form a concrete opinion. Like, does the Japanese text make references to Angie’s god being an atua? Are there any atua that fit the description? Or is it like Shinto where there are an infinite amount of all kinds of kami? How much care is being put into accuracy and respect for the culture in the English localization? My gut reaction is “strongly disagree”, but until I hear some thoughts from Polynesian DR fans, I’m going to remain undecided.

Anyways, just wanted to get my thoughts out there. In general it seems the localization is trying their best, but there are a few glaring decisions. Again, you’re welcome to disagree. Just remember your human decency and don’t be rude. Everyone lives a different life and perceives things differently, and just because something is imperfect or unpopular doesn’t mean you can’t like it or you have to hate it.

Thanks for reading, I welcome any friendly comments and additions!

#ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa #dr

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bangtanbae100 · 8 years ago

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Something’s Fishy (Jungkook x Reader) Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, angst in the future, au (A lot of appearance from other members too)

Description:Your policy of ‘i don’t know, i don’t care’ certainly benefited as you were hired to manage the popular group BTS on a mysterious trip of utmost secrecy. Unfortunately, what you discovered on accident was too great to be ignored. But the boys needed your help to solve their predicament and save their beloved maknae. Will you stick by your worth and help them or be a snitch and tell the world a terrible secret?

I personally really like this part. This is like the dangerous part of the story. BTW happy hoseok day!!! Our sunshine has turned 24 now and continues to spread love and happiness around the world. I wish he’ll have a great time at the concert tomorrow. If he cries i’ll bawl my eyes out :((

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

‘Aaaand…here we are! Make yourself at home.’

His hyungs crowded the doorway, hastily prying off their shoes after seeing you do the same. Only when they disappeared inside, exclaiming at the interior, did he place his beloved Timberlands by the doorway and stepped inside.

It was a modest village home, built using traditional wooden materials like the rest of the houses. But yours had small hints of a young person living in it. The living room was airy and felt large due to the minimal amount of furnitures. There were posters from famous landmarks around the world dedicated to one wall, as well as collectibles, mostly snow globes that were neatly arranged in a glass case. Jungkook darted over to a section full of family portraits. Oddly, most of them only contained two people – you and another older girl. A few has your grandmother in them, and some of the village children.

‘Well, I hope you guys aren’t too disappointed with this arrangement. Your side didn’t specify anything, so I thought it would be okay if I house you in. Plus, the hotels are far away in the city and it would be time consuming to go back and forth. And, I don’t think you guys are expecting a typical trip since you chose to be here anyway. Still, I hope you don’t feel too uncomfortable,’ you explained, hoping they didn’t think you mean anything by inviting seven men into your personal home.

‘Don’t worry, Y/N. This place is perfect. You have a pretty house,’ Jin assured to your immense relief. ‘By the way, won’t your grandma mind?’

‘Oh, she won’t,’ you chuckled. ‘She doesn’t live here.’

‘Oh, really?’ Taehyung asked. ‘What about your parents?’

You shrugged. ‘My mom died a really long time ago. My father when I was ten. They passed down the house to me so my grandmother doesn’t really have any say on who I should or shouldn’t bring.’

Jungkook could feel his hyungs visibly cringe and he could see Yoongi making a strangling gesture towards Taehyung. Jungkook bit his lip, trying to find a way to ease the awkwardness when you burst into laughter.

‘Oh my god! Guys, you should see your faces!’ You doubled over in a fit of snorts of laughter. ‘You look like you just murdered someone! Relax,’ you waved your hand. ‘It’s not a big deal. I hardly remember them.’

‘Oh,’ Namjoon literally deflated with relief. ‘Well, we’re sorry anyway.’

You shook your head. ‘You guys are funny. Well then, the bathroom’s in the kitchen and you guys can use the last two rooms. If you need anything I’ll be fixing lunch in the kitchen since I know you guys are starving. And…just make yourselves at home.’

Lunch was an amazing affair.

Jungkook had no idea how you could literally whip out a whole buffet in under two hours, but that was what you did. Plates upon plates of seafood lined the round dining table. The smells made the boys literally drool as you explained each dish and the local table etiquette. With seven additional people, the table was quite snug, but the cumulative hunger made them ignore that. As soon as everyone was seated, all of you began digging in. Halfway through, most of them were drenched with sweat, especially Yoongi and Hoseok, who marveled at the spiciness of the dishes.

‘I’m really sorry. I really did tone down on the chilli peppers. Next time I’ll let you guys taste first,’ you apologized profusely, while handing out huge clumps of tissues to the red-faced duo.

‘No, I mean, this is really great,’ Hoseok sucked the air between his teeth as he waited for the heat to abate. ‘But yeah, I can’t stand the heat too much.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ you turned to Jungkook. ‘Do you want more rice? There’s still plenty to go around.’

Jungkook was a little startled when you called his name. He had been silently going through the meal, not wanting to attract your attention. But now he found himself looking as you expectantly reached to scoop more rice into his plate.

‘Is this enough?’ You indicated to the small mountain of rice in his plate. He nodded and resumed his meal.

‘I think Jungkookie really likes your cooking. If he really likes something he won’t bother making conversation,’ Jimin nudged him, and Jungkook pretended not to notice your smile as he scooped more side dishes onto his plate.

‘Really? That’s a relief. It’s really a satisfaction seeing people appreciate my efforts.’

At this Jin exclaimed. ‘Yes, finally someone who understands my feelings,’ he turned to the others. ‘Kids, if I cook like this will you eat my meals then?’

‘Don’t bother hyung,’ Namjoon mumbled through his chewing. ‘You’ll just ruin it.’

You laughed as Jin mimed hitting Namjoon at the back of his head and giving him the evil eye. ‘Oh, that reminds me of something. There’s a little show tonight at the village square. If you guys want to join, I can bring you there.’

‘Oh really?’ Taehyung perked up. ‘What kind of show?’

‘You’ll see.’

As it gets dark, you remind the boys to get prepared. They were all pretty excited, especially since you acted all mysterious. You’ve seen the show plenty of times in your life, but tourists were always fascinated by it. Besides, you have no clue how to fill in their time, and asking the purpose of their trip still seems intrusive to you. Just as all of you were ready to leave – Taehyung forgot where he placed his camera’s memory card and was now in a scrambling panic – there came a small harried figure at your door.

‘Hey sis,’ you nonchalantly greeted. ‘Back already?’

‘Oh, hey Y/N,’ your sister, Intan said distractingly. She was currently struggling with the straps of her camera, which seemed to be strangling her, unaware of the visitors currently observing her with a bemused expression.

‘Uh, Intan, I thought you’d like to know-,’

‘Oh this stupid fucking thing!’ she yelled in frustration as the knot became worse. ‘I ought to just smash you for the trouble!’

You sighed at the less-than-savory first impression and the onset of humiliation that she would feel later at her actions. Deciding to end it, you began to move towards her when Taehyung burst out from the room, holding his own camera triumphantly in the air.

‘I found it! Now let’s-,’

What ensued was an almightly crash which sent both to instinctively protect their precious cameras, taking the brunt of the impact with their own bodies. A shrilling scream pierced from your sister’s throat from the unexpected assault. There was absolute silence for about five seconds, before your sister screamed again, pointing an accusatory finger towards Taehyung who was rubbing his temples in pain.

‘Oh my God! Who are you? Y/N-,’ she turned towards you only to find six other people in awkward positions, not knowing how to react. ‘Y/N, who are these people?’

Before you could answer, Taehyung gave a little gasp of awe. ‘Oh, wow! Is that… the Nikon D700 model with 55mm sigma lens? I’ve always wanted to buy it but they ran out of stock and I have to wait for two months. The resolution is crazy and-,’ he stopped mid-ramble when he noticed your sister looking at him like he was speaking an alien language. Which in a sense, he was.

‘Um, Taehyung. My sister doesn’t speak Hangul. But, I’ll try to fix this,’ you grasped your sister’s shoulder, pointing to the young man who was now beet red in embarrassment. ‘This is Taehyung. He and his friends are staying here for a while. I’m being paid extremely well for this so please don’t ruin it,’ you stressed the last point as you informed your sister in your native tongue.

‘And Taehyung and co, this is my beloved older sister. She may not look like it, but believe me she’s older. Please excuse her behavior. She’s much more civil with guests. Most of the time.’

Your flustered sister finally regained enough sense to absorb the incident, apologizing to everyone and to Taehyung especially of her outburst. You could feel her desperately trying to find a way to regain her dignity and discovered it in the object cradled preciously in Taehyung’s arms.

‘Hey, that’s a cool model,’ she pointed at it, speaking in English. ‘You take good pictures?’

‘Uh yes!’ Taehyung perked up. ‘I love take pictures,’ he mimed snapping photos with his camera.

‘Scenery pictures?’ your sister asked again, but Taehyung just gave her a confused look. She proceeded to show the shots she had in her camera. ‘Like this? Nature?’

‘Oooh, pretty!’ Taehyung exclaimed, admiring your sister’s professionalism. ‘You…camera job?’

You can sense the conversation – however choppy – will get pretty lengthy. Gesturing to the others, you exited the house, trying to make it in time before the show started. The others also relented, leaving the two who were now deeply absorbed in their discussion.

Thankfully, all of you managed to grab a few seats. Most of the villagers were already there, crowding the small area near the riverbank, facing the simply made stage. Curious villagers were all directing stares towards him and his hyungs. Jungkook could feel that you were afraid they would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin quickly assured you that it was fine. Some of the children shyly approached them, touching their clothes and colorful hair. Of course, they didn’t mind the physical contact. Hoseok especially, warmed up to them pretty quickly, laughing when they marveled over his bright pink hair. Yoongi was at the opposite of the spectrum. He just smiled silently at them, sometimes taking their pictures and showing the result, a look of satisfaction crossing his features when they clapped their hands at seeing their faces in his camera.

After a while, the performance leader asked everyone to be seated, as the show was about to start. Behind a white cloth, a candle flame was illuminated, giving out the aura of a ghostly orange glow.

‘This is called a shadow puppet show. It’s a traditional show, where someone tells a story behind the screen using shadows from handmade figures,’ you briefly informed them.

‘Who’s the storyteller?’ Jimin asked.

‘The master puppeteer. Sometimes it’s-,’

Before you could finish, the gong sounded, signaling the start of the show. A puppet figure appeared, and the story began:

‘Once, long long ago, before man discovered the ways to cross the sea, there lived a prince. He was a famous warrior known to be fearless and fiercely protected his people from his enemies. After many many victories, he became so powerful that he was sure he was invincible. He claimed that nothing can seduce Death to come to him. So sure he was of his might, he became arrogant and challenged anyone to beat him to a duel, of which as a reward he would let the winner rule over his land.’

The shadow of the prince boasted arrogance, swinging a sword up high in the air.

‘His challenge was heard to the ends of the earth, but only one in particular decided to accept it. The person travelled far, at last arriving at the court of the prince. Cloaked, His Majesty could not recognize the stranger. But he let the visitor lay out his terms.��

‘And so the stranger spoke, “I need neither blades nor fists to beat Your Highness. Only I request that your window will be open at night, and listen to a song that will not lead Death to you, but you to Death.” The prince barked with laughter at the claims, but the stranger merely excused himself. That night, as requested, all the windows in the palace were bared wide, letting in the cold sea air. Then, as midnight falls, the breeze brought forth a melody. At first very faint, but later became a sweet seduction to the ears. The prince fell under this spell, finding him and dozens of his people walking senselessly towards the shore, where the song seemed to be coming. The stranger saw this, as she – yes, a woman – perched on a high rock, observing the humans wading into their own deaths. Her otherworldly voice ensnared them such that even the cold sea cannot awaken them. So slowly, ever so slowly, they each sink to their deaths trying to reach her, and her haunting song.’

Jungkook watched with intense as the tiny shadow figures disappear from the makeshift waves, drowning as the song was sung.

‘The creature held the prince to his word. Every year of the same night, the song would drift upon the land, and those with weak will were instantly pulled to it, no matter how much their family tries to stop them. And so the people moved away from the sea to escape the curse. The creature’s power did not extend beyond that, but parents would warn their children to not follow strange songs, and to strengthen their wills against it. But it is said that the creature has henchmen on land, determined to carry out the promise made by the foolish prince. It could be anyone, guised in human form. It could be you,’ the puppet’s long finger pointed to a man in the crowds.

‘Or you,’ it pointed to a child, resting contently among his friends. The puppet seemed to look to point to someone else. Finally, its crooked finger settled, seeming to reach beyond the screen. With an accusatory tone, the puppet master’s voice boomed, making Jungkook tremble.

‘You.’

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brujalatina · 7 years ago

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(1) jhdhjkjsd i'm smiling like an idiot 🤧💞 i wasn't feeling well bc all my friends are spending time together now that we're on holidays and i see them posting everything on sc and i feel left out again they always forget me or never say anything to me but when they see me again they ask me things like "oh i missed u why didn't we hang out together" 😔 but i won't delete i promise! 💞 yep i'll be in 5th grade next year and kjghbdjtt ME TOO!! the worst for me are class presentations or group

(2) projects and i tried to explain to my teacher that i really couldn’t do it and she tried to give me “advices” like “don’t worry you’ll just have to breathe and everything will be fine” like thx lol but that’s what i’ve been doing for the past 16 years and that didn’t work 😒😪 i only like summer for the way my skin looks atm kjdldssk other than that we should just skip summer winter is fine where i live, these past few year winter has been more warm in my opinion but i still like spring and

(3) fall the most. i live in the CEST time and it’s 00:19 here and ITS OKAY NOW i just eat chicken with pineapple and rice 😋🍚🍍🍗 its something my grandma did a lot when i was young but idk if it’s like a traditional meal from where my mother’s from i should ask! KDJDHJSFSH this is really cute i love this!! 🤧💞💞💞 i really don’t know what emoji i should use so i’m gon pick randomly with closed eyes! ok so it’s this one 🐢 jbkfjlkjj 💞✨ also i read your fic and I LOVE OT!!! can’t wait for

(4) part two!!! i’m also really happy bc english is my third language and i’ve made a lot of progress, i just had to look up 2 or 3 word while reading your fic! 💞 it’s honestly really good i’m looking forward to the part two!! 💖

ok but i had the same experience in high school with my friends like yeah? you missed me? then why didn’t you invite me to hang out? lol…i would hang out with you in a heartbeat😔💗 yeah the “just breathe” thing is absolute bullshit smh group projects are the WORST i’ve hard terrible a experience with group projects!!! every time i’m in a group project i’m either bossed the fuck around or i’m the one who has to take charge bc no one is bothering to do their work, there is no in-between!!! i had a fight with this girl last semester in my college bc she was bossing me the hell around and i was annoyed and went off on her and then she went off on me and it was just a mess..😪i wish i could just do individual work in school, that way i won’t have to deal with incompetent people or ppl dictating me on what to do ugh.

your dinner sounds so👅😩😭💓 i want some…i’m about to go make myself a chicken sandwich with the leftover chicken from lunch. i’m dominican and for some reason we eat dinner at lunch time and lunch at dinner time…it’s weird but that’s how i’m used to eating now so my stomach will feel weird if i eat rice past like 5pm. you should def ask! it’s so fun to get in touch with and learning about your background/culture/traditions💕 i hope you’re sleeping though it’s late over there already you shouldn’t stay up too laaaate. i’ll tuck you into bed 😴ajlshdfkdg you picked a random emoji and got the turtle one that’s so cute it’s a fitting emoji for u bc you’re so cute💓

i’m so glad you enjoyed my fic😣i’m not sure if you’re black or brown or chubby but i hope it’ll be enjoyable for you anyways even though i’ll be describing the reader in ways that point out that she isn’t white or skinny since a lot of other fics tend to do that and people like me who are black and not skinny can only picture the character being white and skinny. it sucks tbh :/ also btw may i know your pronouns so i know how to properly address you? i use she/her!!

and ok i had NO IDEA you aren’t a native english speaker!! i am very impressed bc you seem fluent in english wow👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 being fluent in THREE languages must be so hard i wish i could do that..i only speak english and spanish fluently and only know a handful of korean words bc of kpop and kdramas😵 a lot of my spanish is dialectical because in the area in dominican republic where my parents were raised and my family resides, that type of dialect is most commonly used and so when i speak to someone who isn’t dominican i have to say my words carefully and NOT use the dialect that i’m used to using and instead stick to what some may call “proper” spanish so that ppl can understand me. that’s why in middle and high school i passed spanish with almost perfect scores but not perfect because of the fact that in the american education system the spanish we are taught is the spanish that is spoken in spain which uses words that aren’t typicailly used by dominicans, mexicans, peruvians, etc., but it’s what we’re taught and we HAVE to use them in the classroom and ugh it’s so annoying i’m just ranting at this point LOL let me stop🙄i’m going to go make that sandwich now and relaxxxxx😌

#asks #🐢anon

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moodyf0ody · 8 years ago

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Introspection

It’s March! February has been a crazy month, I think so? Or was it the start of March? I don’t even keep track of dates anymore, everyday just passes and I just try my best to get my responsibilities done for the day. Everything that went by has been a blur, but some of the events have been so significant that I can’t help but learn from them.

1) Reflecting on Class Time I realise how boring my teachers are. Really BMS is so repetitive but I still don’t know how to apply so I really think our teachers should give us more homework, including more essays and case studies. We’re getting so much less than the Science students and it may be that the Social Science teachers think that since their subjects are a little easier to understand, they don’t have to pressure us. Of course we have the option of doing our own work and passing it up to them, but how can we know which are the best questions to attempt, and if they’ll ACTUALLY mark it?! Damn it!

ESS is such a drag, the presentations in class are better than having her present. But still, it’s a damn Science subject, you’re supposed to explain the concept to us first, not have us speculate about it. How does it make sense that our teacher has to study before she can answer our questions, especially when our questions are PURELY subject matter we don’t understand from the textbook? I also feel like the textbook does not even explain things, it just states them. What even is ESS? Why are my answers so different from the marking scheme. How am I supposed to find the time to practice questions also? How do you apply the damn thing!

Maths is fine because maths just always makes sense, I think? I’m not practicing enough and I hate that! I guess I’m so swamped with my other activities but I shouldn’t make any excuses. I”m not efficient enough. Nevertheless, my Maths teacher does not inspire me to see the Maths in the world. Bummer! I think that is her job!

The languages on the other hand have been so so enriching. English has had me thinking about how people should use language to convey important issues to each other. It has me thinking about how powerful language can be if the user of it has something to say. If only there people who were willing to listen and dwell upon the words, too! But of course, since so many people abuse the language and use it to maybe hurt people (NOT constructive criticism), it could be disastrous. However, I wish my English teacher knew more about the world because she doesn’t seem 100% aware on global issues, OR SO SHE SEEMS. I want more from her, more insight, more cultural artifacts that I can refer to. Oh, but I was pleasantly surprised when she brought in the John Barleycorn piece and I took about half an hour just trying to read one paper of it. But I made the correlation that John Barleycorn was not a person but a drink and it turned out to be what the author intended. That was when I started thinking, shit, that’s how it works! Everything is a fucking metaphor, people ARE actually saying EXACTLY what they mean, but NOT EXACTLY at FACE VALUE. It just depends on who’s listening.

My Malay teacher just has a way of telling us things, she doesn’t need to have tons of knowledge about global issues, but I think she would be elevated onto as Ruth says, ‘unicorn level’ if she did. I love the concepts that she uses, and her energy is infectious! I nearly never fall asleep in Malay class. We started on our Reflective Statements and Written Assignments, and I think it’ll be interesting for me to discover which issues I am inclined towards. So far, it’s the negative issues portrayed by Naguib Mahfouz in Midaq Alley. Midaq Alley is so much fun, it’s so funny, ridicules the Arab society, reaches out to women and just makes me reflect upon the many characters in my own culture. I feel like I am so shielded from the bad in my country, I need to find more holes to peek through. Btw we just got a sneak peek at what we’ll be tested on in Paper 1 and it’s really cool how it works. I can’t wait to do more research on my Malay culture and history to understand why we do what we do and say what we say. Why is it that materialism is so prominent in this culture, and women oppression, and social status, and religion is sometimes used as an excuse, and also how religion can be a saviour? It’s so very exciting! I just came across some twitter accounts of Malaysian designers collecting some of our cultural artifacts, and I feel a certain way when I learn about my roots. But I only see the beautiful parts of it, I haven’t taken the time to really go through the dirt :/ I’m excited to see how my teacher tackles Madame Bovary, so far, I’m not really a fan of it. I like the element of how Emma is so brainwashed by romantic novels though, kinda seems like Flaubert’s mockery towards writers who write to do just that. Hm!

Econs is the same as business. Sometimes, it’s really interesting but I think my teacher’s VOICE is just so sleepy. I like how she provides us with a lot of materials though (kind of a lot). Some tutorials and calculations, and she mixes things up in class sometimes. We just started learning about GDP and I’m thinking, how the hell do they do it in real life man? Going door to door obtaining all the data, and with all the possible inaccuracies, wow I’m excited to learn more about Econometrics. Intimated as well to be honest with ya. Although I really wish she could make relations to real life situations, like the economic conditions of our country at least you know. I mean I don’t have enough time to do the research and exploring, I have 6 subjects, isn’t she supposed to give it to me? Make use of class time?

2) MPAC Wow, I don’t even know where to start with this one. We had 3 weeks of prior notice about the MEGAFAIR performance. It wasn’t a normal skit, it had a theme, intended audience, NO fee, and it was a half hour play. Yeap. I had a small team of 20, barely any with experience and no guidance whatsoever from the teachers. But we had this one senior, and input from Ruth’s friends from sekolah seni.

“If I have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants”- Sir Isaac Newton

This is how we managed to come up with our masterpiece, Nasi Lemak Mawar. We had many problems with the storyline and the script. Our first one was entertaining and funny, but we didn’t give it enough thought. We thought that anything that kind of made sense was okay. Then we received some negative reviews, an especially terribly negative review from YK, but it was exactly what we needed. For many days our teachers were telling us, “It’s not - MEGAFAIR. Think about your audience. You’re supposed to be talking about semangat kejihadan usahamanan! We were not getting it, we were overattached to our script and we were uninspired.

Until, our senior told us, your plot is completely unrealistic, no one will learn anything from it, it’s a plot with a lot of holes. He pointed out the exact scenes and parts of the plot he had a problem with, and we got it. We finally understood. So that night we called him to brainstorm with us, and he was so willing to do it. It was awesome. Ruth’s friend suggested a simple plot, giving the teachers exactly what they wanted. But that’s just it, before this our conflict was between what the teachers wanted and what we had. Which is in other terms, boring shit and some funny ass shit! And on our first night of practice, our story was incredibly boring. INCREDIBLY BORING. I was like, this is not it. This is not gonna work. We’re doomed.

At the end of that practice, we gathered together and I was not sensing any excitement from the crew. From my experience, I thought that an indicator of an entertaining play would be that the cast are dying to watch their friends’ scenes. And I didn’t see any of that. Everyone looked like they had something to say, and someone mentioned that we bring a new character to life, someone who actually matters. I realised how in a play, your characters should impact the plot, audience or the characters. And that was really missing from our play. We started brainstorming like crazy. I felt so enlightened and happy that other people were giving input. And it was golden input!

Later that night, I couldn’t imagine myself sleeping, knowing that my story was not at its best. So I forced Ruth and Haleens to stay up with me and build this damn script. So we got the rough idea of things and since Haleena is great at doing things impromptu, and so is Ruth, they decided that we don’t fuss over a script. We see what the actors do. Ruth suggested that we build the character around what Haleena and Syahmi could do as well. And later on, as I developed the script (little by little) I found myself building my lines around my friends’ personalities.

Practice was lots of fun, and the ideas were flowing. However, it was hard because some of us had homework and other commitments sometimes, people didn’t really speak their minds. Ruth was supposed to be my assistant director but she spend most of her time just clinging to Karam. I hated having to repeat myself when people were not being attentive, and when people came late. But I found that delegating tasks really helped me, because honestly there is a shiit load to do.

I got the inspiration to show her visions for the business from a movie I watched, The Princess and the Frog and made a little dance to it. I was committed on that, because I knew that would add a lot of value to our play andI was right. My friends were cooperative as well, but I faced some issues with the music. Thank God, from a movie I watched, “Ferris beuller’s day off” I thought of another song, an even more perfect song to play. And it was a great decision because it was so much more upbeat.

In the end, I had to make a proper play so that the sound and lighting people could follow (I made sure to assign some people here!) and most importantly to get the flow of the play. Otherwise, you would have people talking over each other and lines that are kind of lame coming out. So a script is motherfkg improtant. Also, we found utility hahaha in doing lines without the script and actions in a circle, running lines lah.

For backstage stuff, Amin and I carefully assigned who would be carrying what in and out, and we made sure we practiced these transitions, also within a time limit. This was the part that the audience laughed at because of how fast my actors did it, and how LOUDLY they did it HAHAHA. It was really funny. This part was super stressful, but the actors were really independent and they were mainly alert, even at 1 am! Also, I told the sound managers exactly what they had to do, and told the actors exactly where their props had to be and where they had to be. This took a lot of time but it was very worth it, because it was very smooth. We took the time to practice with the EVER SO COOPERATIVE sound and lighting crew and we were so relieved that we did.

Then it was showtime, and everyone came to watch. Even my family members! The audience was roaring and they were so into the play. However, my mum said the dance sequence was too short. But people still loved it so so much! They thought it was adorable, well-thought out, easy to follow and a good way to promote MARA. I loved how it turned out as well, finding it impossible to accept the credit because I knew it was not one person. It was 100% collaborative and it was beautiful! I learnt so so so much from this experience and I am so grateful to have the support from Karam, Ruth, my parents. To be surrounded by the super talented and hilarious actors I had. For the ideas and inspirations from the art all around us, and from the people as well. I feel so much closer to the school because I have put in a little part of me inside. Hm.

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