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procedural - alhaitham
[random writing event] | requested by @crane1000
Being known as one of those more free-spirited sort, you were never one for schedules. It wasn’t that you had anything against them. You just found it difficult to devote yourself to doing things at a set time on a set day was rather constricting. So when you were hired to work as the Akademiya’s scribe’s assistant, you were in for a whirlwind of change. Alhaitham was scheduled. Procedural, even. And he made sure you were too.
With Alhaitham, work started at 9am sharp. After half an hour of reviewing his intray, he would start on drafting proposals, copying documents, and creating lists. It was your job to maintain and organize the many papers that passed through his hands. Lunch was taken at noon on the dot. After, you would be out and about passing correspondence, picking up new books from the House of Daena, and communicating with the other departments. Once 5pm hit, you were finally released.
Through everything, Alhaitham prized efficiency and efficacy above all else. And though it took time to get used to his spartan ways, you could see the value in following his work style. Everything made sense. That is, mostly everything. When you sat down and really thought about everything, though, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something… odd about the way he did a few things.
Ever since you started, Alhaitham began eating out for lunch almost everyday, always inviting you along. Which was weird because you heard he usually brought lunch made by his roommate. You didn’t think it was too strange at first. You were friends with Alhaitham during your student years, after all. He probably wanted to catch up. But to continue on for a few months…?
It didn’t help that you did much of the talking at lunch. Sure, you were extremely talkative, but you thought he’d surely get tired of listening to you ramble on by now. But no, no matter how much you babbled about, he’d always respond with some intelligent response showing he was listening to you all along. That wasn’t even considering the way he opted to sit next to instead of across from you. Were you that interesting to listen to?
Then there was the way he’d actually listen to and take the random advice you’d give. The new fountain pens upon his desk were suggested by you, as were the coffee beans he now used at home. He let you drag him to new restaurants at lunch and borrowed the books you raved about in the House of Daena. You never heard of him doing this for anyone else.
And lastly…
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yep! Just finished packing up,” you replied, standing up from your desk. “Let’s go.”
As that classes were finally finished for the day, the Akademiya was abuzz with students. In the back of your mind, you had no doubt that the streets of Sumeru City would only be busier seeing that most people were finally leaving work.
“You don’t need to walk me home,” you began with an apologetic laugh. “It’s probably going to take a while.”
“It’s fine,” he replied. “Besides, weren’t you the one that insisted on finishing your story earlier?”
“Oh, you’re right!” You exclaimed. “So what happened next was…”
As you chatted about the happenings and various gossip that managed to find their way into your nosy ears, at some point your hand found its way into his. It often happened seeing that the busy roads often pushed and shoved you about. And as kind as he was to help you, you couldn’t help but feel that it was, like all the other things, unnecessary.
“Why are you so nice to me?” You found yourself asking when you finally reached your home.
Though his eyes widened for a moment, they soon narrowed as he crossed his arms as if observing you.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
You paused in thought.
“Because you see me as a friend?” You asked curiously.
You were met with a long exasperated sigh.
“Sure, let’s say that,” he finally said as he turned to leave. “Rest well.”
As you waved him goodbye, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh to yourself. Oh well. You’ll figure out his secrets some other time.
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powerlessness - lynette
[random writing event] - requested by anon | ((contains spoilers of arlecchino’s story quest))
She knew she shouldn’t be here. Father would not be happy if she found out. Lynette told herself it was only for the tea. It was good, after all, and quite novel too. This was the first time she heard of tea containing balled tapioca and being served cold. It was the only cafe in all of Fontaine. Still, if she had to be honest with herself, the unique tea paled in comparison to the real reason why she came.
“Oh, it’s you again!” You greeted with that familiar smile of yours. “Would you like to try a different one this time? The Strawberry Milk Tea is quite delicious.”
“Sure, that sounds nice,” she replied with a smile.
After paying, she took a seat at one of the tables placed inside the cafe, one that got her a good view of you dutifully making her order behind the counter. She made sure not to watch you overtly. It wouldn’t do any good to make you nervous. But in the corner of her eye, she couldn’t stop watching as you went about pouring tea from different pitchers and stirring different pots. You moved with grace as you always did.
Though Father called it “death,” in truth, you barely changed. The way you hummed while you worked was the same, as well as the way your eyes crinkled around the corners when you smiled. Even the way you moved your hands felt as if she had witnessed it time and time again. Everything you did was so… you. And yet, no longer were you the same person she once knew.
“Here’s your order, miss,” you called out as you placed her cup of tea, as well as a scone she did not order. But before she could argue, you winked with that cheeky smile of yours, “This one is on the house.”
You were already on your way behind the counter before she could refuse. After all, it was a lemon scone. Her favorite. That wasn’t something you should know, so how… She sighed and took a bite. There was no use putting much thought into it. She knew how Father’s flames worked. It burned away everything. So your gift was all by chance. That was all.
So if that was the case…
A tear fell. Then another.
How terrible she was for mourning you. She had no right. Though you would always smile so brightly at her, she couldn’t protect you. She wasn’t able to preserve your happiness. Before her eyes she watched as the House wore you down, inch by inch. Every day that passed the light in your eyes grew more and more dim. Then one day you broke.
And she could not do a thing.
In “death,” Father saved you. In “death,” you were resurrected back to life. You could smile now. You could sing. You could be anything you wanted to be. By all means, she should be happy. It was the best ending she could ask for, wasn’t it? But watching you here made her long for the person that’d always roll your eyes when she broke yet another machine, the you that’d laugh when she went in standby mode to escape. She wanted the you she grew up with. The you she loved.
“Miss, are you alright?” You asked, holding out a handkerchief.
Taking out one of her own, she nodded while wiping her eyes.
“I’m alright. Something got in my eye. You don’t need to worry about me,” she replied.
Her heart warmed by the way worry reflected so clearly in your eyes.
“Well… if there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.”
Unable to deny your request, she found herself speaking before she even realized it. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.
“Are you happy here?”
Your expression scrunched in confusion as you pondered her question, but soon you came to your answer.
“Working here, you mean? Yes, I’m very happy here. Couldn’t ask for anywhere better to be.”
As you spoke, your eyes lit with life as a smile came to your face. It was undeniably the truth. So as much as her heart ached, she also couldn’t deny the relief that filled it as well.
“I’m glad.”
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Kind of adding onto this with cadence, I wanted to explain a little more about what I mean. I've told people before that when I try to write dialogue, I try to hear that character speaking in my head. I've been told that that's very difficult for some. Like I said in the post before, the way I go about it is not memorizing what a character says, but the way they say it.
When VAs perform their roles, they have a "rhythm" or "flow" to the way they speak. Not a literal rhythm, but it's a distinct way of speaking. The best example I can give is en Yae Miko. When you listen to her performance, the way Yae Miko speaks really stands out. It's very distinct. I don't know how to describe it other than to say that there's a specific flow in the way she goes about it. It's easy to pick up on and train your ear to. I know I'm doing a bad job at explaining this, but just go listen to her character quest and you'll see what I mean.
When you listen to a character perform their role, you train your ear to notice different things. For example, is this person the type to use contractions (can't, won't, shouldn't, etc) or do they prefer not to (cannot, will not, should not, etc)? Are they the type of person that uses "will" or "shall?" Do they have a direct way of speaking or indirect? Do they ask rhetorical questions or do they state things clearly? While these may seem like tiny things, they play a big role in creating believable dialogue.
For example, Alhaitham has a very arrogant way of speaking. In my recent fic where he caught reader after they fell, I originally had him saying, "Try to be more careful." I think around a day later, I ended up changing that line to, "Try being more careful." Both lines convey the same meaning, however, the second line sounds slightly more arrogant, as if he's pointing out the "fact" reader wasn't trying in the first place. The first sounds more like general advice. At least that's the vibe I get.
When you get a good ear for a character, you become finely tuned to what "sounds" right and what doesn't. You're better able to know which words to use, how to order your sentences, how to order the words in your sentences, etc. The smallest change can make a world of a difference in believability.
However, doing this is not a foolproof guide to writing a character "correctly." While this may give you a good idea of HOW a character would say something, it doesn't necessarily tell you how they would realistically respond to any given scenario. This is where a more in depth study comes into play. Instead of passively listening, you need to actively listen to and read their interactions and get a good idea of who they are.
The biggest recommendation I can give on writing dialogue that sounds in character for the character to say is, not to read the quests they are in, but to listen to the English dub whenever you get the chance. This may seem difficult especially if you are used to playing it in another language, but listening is key to getting the vibe of a character down. What you pay attention to is, not what they say, but the cadence in which they say it. Pay attention to the emotion in their voice, the speed at which they say things, the volume, etc. Once you get this down, it becomes easier to get an idea of what “sounds” right and what doesn’t. Cadence is an especially powerful thing. By training your ears to a character’s cadence, you can get a better idea of which words they would prefer to use, the lengths of their sentences, and things of the sort.
For example, reader asks Zhongli to dinner and he accepts. How would he respond? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But that doesn’t sound right, does it? Is Zhongli the type of person that uses many contractions? I don’t think so, so let’s fix it. “Hmm, I am not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But would he say “I accept?” Perhaps, but it still doesn’t sound right. How has he accepted proposals in the past? A bit of research shows he has said “sure.” How can I mix that in? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. Thank you for the invitation.” But hmm… the second sentence doesn’t sound right. What else could he say instead? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. It would be my pleasure.” That sounds a lot better.
Some people may ask why you can’t do these things while listening to another language. Personally, I don’t believe you can. If you are not fluent in those other languages, your ears are not properly trained enough to understand the nuance of the ways they speak. The correct emotion and tone will come through, yes, but you still won’t be able to intuitively know what sounds right and what does not. You only will get this sense by listening to it in the language you choose to write in.
The only downside to this is that your writing will become based upon the English translation of the game. As many people know, the portrayal of characters in English often does not completely match the portrayals in Chinese. This is especially so for characters like Zhongli, Xiao, and Kaeya. A lot is lost in the translation and dubbing process. Characters do not vibe the same. Thus, your portrayals will be more true to English, but not how it technically is “supposed” to be. Personally, I don’t necessarily believe this is a bad thing. However, it is something that can bother people. The only way I can imagine getting around it is by playing the game with the Chinese dub and by following accounts that speak Chinese and can give insight on the literal translations and what they mean and imply.
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symbiosis - ayato
[random writing event] | requested by @andromeda-nova-writing
“My lord,” you began, “With all due respect, this is exactly why the new interns never last long.”
Ayato hummed in thought as he made his way down the halls of Tenshukaku. Upon his face was his usual smiling expression, a mask he learned early on in his career as Yashiro Commissioner. And there you were a few steps behind him as was proper for retainers.
“Is that so?” He replied with mock curiosity. “I can’t say I saw anything wrong with how the meeting went. Such is normal for the course of the commission, after all.”
He didn’t have to turn around to know you were shaking your head in exasperation.
“With all due respect, supporting you through seven financial meetings, four meetings with the branch families, thirteen inspections, and eight financial reports due by the end of the week would make even a competent worker cry.”
He nodded with a hand against his chin in thought.
“Yes, not even I expected they would break out into tears.”
“Excuse my forwardness, but any normal person would have learned to expect it by now. Perhaps it would be prudent to schedule a visit with the doctor to check your memory, my lord.”
He chuckled.
“The way you find such things to say is fascinating. Perhaps I should assign more work to devote more of your creative mind to.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
“My apologies, my lord. Unfortunately, my schedule is completely full. Perhaps another time.”
As he continued to his next engagement, Ayato couldn’t help but find it amusing the back and forth you both often had. You were a spy, after all, and not one of his. That being said, you were not anyone else’s either, much less one of his enemies’. You infiltrated the Yashiro Commission and worked your way up to his side based purely on personal motives.
Though it was well known he placed loyalty and trust above all else, you were a bit of a special case. A bit of research into you revealed you were from a fallen family subordinate to the Hiiragi clan. Through corruption and intimidation, your father was framed for bribery and theft and was thus executed by the Shogun herself. It would make sense that you, as the only child of the family, wanted revenge.
Thus, it was a smart move on your part to align yourself with the Yashiro Commission. As Ayato had connections and leads from all over Inazuma, as long as you remained by his side, you gained access to all the information you could ever need. As to why he didn’t expel you the moment he learned of your difference in loyalty? Your enemies were the same as his, but ones he couldn’t touch. It served him just as well that you would get rid of them.
Besides, he had to admit your company was much appreciated. You performed your duties effectively and efficiently without room for complaint. And though you had a tongue on you, it gave a reprieve from all the false smiles and niceties he had to endure on a daily basis. Dare he say it, he enjoyed being around you. It made him wonder…
“And once that time comes that you’re finally free, what will you do then?”
Would you leave, finally able to live your life for yourself?
He didn’t have to wait long for your response.
“I’ll devote my everything to you, my lord.”
He couldn’t stop the smile that came to his lips.
“Then I shall hold you to it.”
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indulgence- wriothesley
[random writing event] | requested by anon
With a stiff smile on your lips and a bead of sweat trailing down the back of the neck, there you were as the Duke himself sat sipping a cup of tea before you. This was the fourth time he came to visit you this month, and despite having had conversations with him every time, you still had no clue the reason behind his visits. If you had to be honest, you were on your last limbs. You hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for weeks. You couldn’t even taste the cup of Chenyu Brew you had imported before you.
It was mind-boggling, really. You were a long time resident of the Fortress, having decided to stay after your sentence was over. And, objectively speaking, you were engaged in illicit acts. While you were known for building custom meks and weapons for people in the Pankration Ring, you weren’t above fixing in a few illegal dangerous components for the right pay. You had them special ordered and smuggled in from abroad. Though it all was technically a secret, it only took a bit of asking around to lead the curious customers to you. So if that was the case…
Why hadn’t he arrested you already?
“This tea tastes pretty good. What kind is it?”
You jumped nearly a foot in the air, causing half of your cup to spill over.
“I-It’s Chenyu Adeptea, Your Grace,” you stammered. “Imported straight from Qiaoying Village.”
He hummed as he took another sip, taking a moment to savor the taste.
“It’s fantastic. Is there a specific importer you go through?” He asked curiously.
There was a specific vendor you went through, but as much as you tried to focus on his question, all intelligible thought escaped you. After all, was he trying to speak in code? Did tea stand for illegal components? Was this his way of interrogation to get the truth out of you!?
“Th-The Komaniya Express, Your Grace,” you finally got out after floundering for a few moments.
“I see,” he replied. “You mentioned the last few times that you use them also for matcha from Inazuma, chai from Sumeru, and chamomile tea from Mondstadt. You’re quite the tea connoisseur.”
As he spoke that last line, his eyes locked onto yours causing your spine to stiffen in fear. You were positive of it now. Tea was code for the components you’ve been smuggling. How in the world did he figure out you smuggled them in by hiding them in the cases of tea you ordered from abroad? You wanted to cry. What was he looking for? A confession?
Unable to take the tension anymore, you broke.
“You… you’re right. I use them for everything. I order tea from at least twenty different vendors from across Teyvat and use them for my customers here,” you finally let out with a bow of your head, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Twenty different vendors, huh?” He whistled. “That’s impressive.”
You kept your head down as your eyes filled with tears. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Though you enjoyed building meks and testing your skills to the limit, you knew when to call it quits. What would happen now, you wondered. Would you get moved to a dingier bunk? Would they force you to work in the production area till you dropped dead? Would you be forced to the lower tier meals at the Coupon Cafeteria?
At the sound of him standing, you shrunk even more into yourself. This was it. This was the moment. He was going to pull out his handcuffs and you were going to be arrested and then–
“Look at the time. Sigewinne should be calling me soon, so I’ll leave you be. Thank you for the tea. Treat me to a new one next time, hm?”
And with that, he stepped around you and there his footsteps went away becoming softer and softer until you could hear them no longer. Confusion quickened your heart rate as you lifted your head and looked around. You were alone. He was completely… gone. You didn’t understand. You began to hyperventilate at this point. Did he actually believe you or was he playing with your mind still?
And what did he mean by ‘next time!?’
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symbiosis - tighnari
[random writing event] | requested by @milkstore
“N-No, it’s not that. It’s… It’s symbiosis!” You exclaimed the moment the word came to mind.
“‘Symbiosis…’” He repeated, deadpan.
“Y-Yes!” You stuttered. “We have a symbiotic relationship!”
“A ‘symbiotic relationship,’” he repeated once again flatly.
You laughed nervously.
He didn’t believe you at all.
“Look, okay, just listen. For example, uhm, mushrooms. Mushrooms are an example of our symbiosis.”
He looked just about ready to leave the room at that point.
“Hear me out,” you continued with a nervous laugh. “I don’t like mushrooms while you like mushrooms. That’s why I sit next to you at dinners because I can give you my mushrooms. You benefit by getting more mushrooms, (I mean, everyone knows how much you love them), and I benefit by not getting known as the environmentally unfriendly forest ranger that wastes their food. It’s symbiosis!”
“Uh… huh…” he finally replied, exasperation finely intertwined in his voice.
“Oh, but I’m not done yet!” You abruptly announced once another idea came to mind. “You see, there’s also… People. Yes, you don’t like people while I do. That’s why I opt to work with you so much. You benefit because you don’t have to deal with irritating travelers coming your way asking dumb questions while I benefit by filling my social battery and meeting people from across Teyvat! Isn’t that rather symbiotic?”
He sighed at that point, massaging his temples in annoyance.
“That’s not actually–”
“Wait, I have one more!” You cried, your hands out so as to stop him from walking away.
He sighed.
“Fine. What is it?”
“Another way we are symbiotic is with lunch!” You declared as confidently as you could. “As you know, I come from a big family, so whenever I make my lunch for the day, I always make too much. You are the first person I see everyday, so that’s why I always give the extras to you. You benefit by getting a free lunch and I benefit by, once again, becoming a model forest ranger by not wasting food!
“This is why, while people like Nasrin and Amir say that I have a huge crush on you, in actuality, it only seems like that because we naturally benefit each other like in a well-functioning symbiotic relationship! Nothing more than that!”
Your breath came heavy in your chest as you finished your magnificent speech. Did you say that whole thing in one breath? You weren’t sure. Regardless, if it wasn’t clear at the start, your point should have been made by now. Granted, Tighnari’s exhausted expression wasn’t the most promising, but you had no plans to go back on your word.
But seeing that you were finally done, Tighnari finally stopped massaging his forehead and turned his attention to you once more. Placing his fists against his hips, he let out a deep breath so as to calm his nerves. He then looked straight into your eyes with an intensity that pinned you to where you stood.
“So you don’t have feelings for me?” He asked, though it felt more as a statement than anything else.
“No.”
“Are you positive?”
You grinned.
“Absolutely! It’s just good ol symbiosis at work!”
You couldn’t help but gulp nervously as his eyes narrowed searching you even more. But once he had his answer, his eyes shut as he let out a disappointed sigh.
“Well, that’s a shame,” he let out with a resigned shrug of his shoulders. “I have feelings for you, but I guess you don’t feel the same. I suppose I’ll just have to give up.”
And with that, he then turned and walked away, not even giving you a chance to process his words. But once you did, panic dropped straight into your get. Nearly tripping over yourself, you scrambled after him.
“W-Wait! I’m sorry, I was lying. No, come back, just hear me out! Tighnari!!!!!”
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Honestly fuck you on your latest post
Its people with thoughts like yours that are the reason localizers get away with what they do.
Are there some things in other languages that dont have a literal translation? Yes, that does not mean it cannot be explained and/or understood with time and experience.
Most of what you said besides the fact that cadence is important, is a HUGE DEBUNKED MYTH regarding language and how human percieve languages outside of their native one. And unless you are some kind of expert on the subject you should not be spreading these kinds of lies just because you believe it. Hell no expert would be saying this shit regardless so I know you aren't one.
Learn to make the distinction between subjective and objective before you go around giving people advice
Also if a translator localizes a piece of media and has not done it to be a faithfully close as possible while still being understood or easily googleable to the average watcher then yes the translation is bad
https://youtu.be/zwVPevJ_05c?feature=shared
Changing a joke from one language to another is hard, especially in chinese due to it mostly revolving around its own language and so its understandable when something is localized with the same meaning.
But you cannot tell me that for someone like Gaming that his localizations were in ANYWAY good.
In his attack voice lines they took out "picking the green" which refers to a tradition in which wushu dancers will collect leaves of lettuce(among other details) which is crucial to his character and an important reference to chinese culture which is not hard to look up.
You know what they replaced it with?
Alleyoop
Fucking
Alleyoop
This is why EVERYONE should learn as much as they can about the literal translations and take time to TRY and understand the meanings and context in other languages. Its not impossible it just takes more effort and learning which is GOOD considering how much racism asians face especially because of westerners view of anime being pedophilic or pedobait.
Shortly on the topic of lolis, the concept of "lolis" is widely misunderstood because of peoples refusal to learn like this. They see something they dont understand, see others misinformed takes on it which are negative, and then proceed to spout the same shit without ever bothering to learn.
So yeah you could've made the same point while cutting your post in half and not being an ignorant twat.
You know out of all the offensive posts I made in the last 24 hours, I really didn't think a subjective post about me giving recommendations and opinions would warrant an ask of this size. Are you okay?
#interactions#anon#like no joke i was taking you somewhat seriously but then you brought up lolis out of nowhere like.... wat???#i'm sorry i just really can't get over that like that is like literally the most random thing to shove into a hate message#like did you really mean what you said or are you trying to like trigger me into getting pissed off or something?#i genuinely have no clue and am really curious what your intentions are with this ask#pedophilia mention#tbh i don't exactly know where we even disagree when it comes to the translation thing like....#i never said the translation is good. i said that it's difficult and that bad translations can occur#i even said that i pay attention to the notes of fan translators because some portrayals are wrong#i never once told people not to do that nor did i say that learning from the chinese was bad#however just because the en translation has places where it failed doesn't mean it's complete garbage and cannot be trusted#also the cadence thing you make like i'm misquoting some scientific study#tbh i don't really even know what thing i said as a fact that is a debunked myth#what exactly are you referring to in what i said that has been debunked by science?#honestly i'm just confused with your whole ask#overall i give your anon message a good 7/10 mostly because the loli thing caught me off guard and gave me a good laugh#it's not as good as the wanderer anon hate i got where they called me dumber than a bucket of rocks or something like that#anyway if you can explain the parts i'm confused about my ask box is always open <3#no but seriously with what i said in the reply like...#i made posts comparing the house of the hearth to the shuumatsuban saying ayato is just as bad as arlecchino#and i also talked about arlecchino and abuse#but you chose this to get your panties in a knot about
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The biggest recommendation I can give on writing dialogue that sounds in character for the character to say is, not to read the quests they are in, but to listen to the English dub whenever you get the chance. This may seem difficult especially if you are used to playing it in another language, but listening is key to getting the vibe of a character down. What you pay attention to is, not what they say, but the cadence in which they say it. Pay attention to the emotion in their voice, the speed at which they say things, the volume, etc. Once you get this down, it becomes easier to get an idea of what “sounds” right and what doesn’t. Cadence is an especially powerful thing. By training your ears to a character’s cadence, you can get a better idea of which words they would prefer to use, the lengths of their sentences, and things of the sort.
For example, reader asks Zhongli to dinner and he accepts. How would he respond? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But that doesn’t sound right, does it? Is Zhongli the type of person that uses many contractions? I don’t think so, so let’s fix it. “Hmm, I am not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But would he say “I accept?” Perhaps, but it still doesn’t sound right. How has he accepted proposals in the past? A bit of research shows he has said “sure.” How can I mix that in? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. Thank you for the invitation.” But hmm… the second sentence doesn’t sound right. What else could he say instead? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. It would be my pleasure.” That sounds a lot better.
Some people may ask why you can’t do these things while listening to another language. Personally, I don’t believe you can. If you are not fluent in those other languages, your ears are not properly trained enough to understand the nuance of the ways they speak. The correct emotion and tone will come through, yes, but you still won’t be able to intuitively know what sounds right and what does not. You only will get this sense by listening to it in the language you choose to write in.
The only downside to this is that your writing will become based upon the English translation of the game. As many people know, the portrayal of characters in English often does not completely match the portrayals in Chinese. This is especially so for characters like Zhongli, Xiao, and Kaeya. A lot is lost in the translation and dubbing process. Characters do not vibe the same. Thus, your portrayals will be more true to English, but not how it technically is “supposed” to be. Personally, I don’t necessarily believe this is a bad thing. However, it is something that can bother people. The only way I can imagine getting around it is by playing the game with the Chinese dub and by following accounts that speak Chinese and can give insight on the literal translations and what they mean and imply.
#personal#advice#character analysis#i personally dislike the idea that bc the en translation and dub aren’t parallel w/ cn they did a bad job#yes there are cases where the translation is terrible but it’s impossible to do a 100% true translation#when you translate a work the translation eventually becomes its own entity#it is the job of translation to change the text so that things sound natural#add into this communication misunderstandings between the translators and the writing team and things can become skewed#i’ve completely given up on zhongli but what i do try to do when writing xiao is to follow the notes of fan translators and ppl that play c#i do have it in my plans to eventually open an asian account and replay the whole game in cn too#but yeah training your ear to a character’s cadence is a real cheat way to learning character advice#this is bc it’s less rigid and more open-ended than memorizing straight speech patterns#the only junk thing is that eventually you’ll try writing for a character you haven’t listened to in a while?#and then you are forced to reserve two hours in your day to listen to a character or event quest with them in it#pain peko#also if you’re still here i’m gonna complain a bit like why do ppl always default to the jp voices when the cn voices are right there?#why not listen to cn? that should be the default if you want the best experience#idk man#maybe i’m just tired of listening to jp voice acting. they’re all the same
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I was thinking about this while helping my friend beta something yesterday like… I vaguely remember that at one time, I felt (punctuation) periods were too harsh. They had a sense of finality about them. They were too loud and vibrant. Commas were more comforting to use. They felt softer and not as exact. And then I look at my writing now and there's nothing I love more than a period. I love how sharp it is. I love its finality.
Like I can't understate enough how much a period makes a statement. Like that's what it's supposed to do, yes, but it's more than that. It tells the audience that what precedes is true. It's a fact. And when you yield a period properly, it emphasizes and highlights what is stated. It stands out. It's final. It has weight. It's such a powerful thing that it's addicting to use.
#thoughts#personal#writing#i should be putting this in the main post but the main post has a vibe that i don't want to interrupt#the way to properly wield a period is by varying the lengths of your sentences#a good key to remember is that long sentences are meant for providing information#*long sentences are not meant to stand out*#when you want to highlight something that is key you use a short sentence#making it short makes it clear to the audience that the statement is meant to hold weight#however it is important to keep variety in the lengths of your sentences#a short sentence after a short sentence does not stand out as much as a short sentence after a long sentence#think of it like this#if you have two short people standing next to each other they look normal#if you put a short person next to someone really tall it makes the short person look shorter than they actually are#their shortness really stands out#this is called juxtaposition#i can make a whole essay based off of the importance of juxtaposition too HAHA#periods can be loud but i highly recommend trying to learn how to use them#one of you said you like hearing my thought process when i write so i hope you find this one interesting!!#now i'm gonna speak more off the top of my head but i feel that ppl that dislike periods are very sensitive to the flow in their stories#there is a flow to a sentence when you use commas and periods tend to disrupt that flow#a period/short sentence is too abrupt and jarring#at least that's what i assume they feel#however imho i feel ppl that feel this way are overly sensitive to the flow they perceive exists in their sentences/paragraphs#i have to tell myself this constantly that things that flow seamlessly aren't always a good thing#imagine your writing like an orchestral piece. are they always flowy and legato? or are there moments where the music jumps or changes?#and what do those sudden jumps do? they wake the audience. they catch the audience's attention. they add variety and interest#imagine an orchestral piece that the tempo never changes. the volume never shifts. every note bleeds into the next#you get put to sleep!#so a period may seem abrupt in the scheme of the sentence but look at it from the view of the whole paragraph. it may be better than u thin
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spark - yae miko [random writing event] | requested by anon
There she stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the last remnants of the fireworks show. Though duty called for her to be seated in the festival planquin, she never enjoyed being far from the festivities. It was tradition for her to make her escape early in the evening, a fact you knew well. Not that you could blame her. The Naganohara fireworks were always a delight to see. Even after centuries they never grew old.
“There’s no need to stand so far away,” she called out without turning her gaze from the sky. “You know I don’t bite.”
“I shall remain here, Lady Guuji,” you replied with a bow.
She sighed as she usually did. From the time you both were but young kits, you made sure to keep a distance from your lady. You were her guard, after all, a role she never cared for. Not that it was much of a surprise. She was never one for formalities, something you always did your best to uphold. 
“It really wouldn’t hurt to relax every once in a while. I promise I won’t bite.”
But you remained where you stood.
“Lady Saiguu asked me to watch over you.”
She turned upon hearing that, her eyes cold and her cherry pink lips in a frown. It wasn’t an expression she showed to many people, but you never felt honored upon seeing it. In the back of your mind, you lost track of the amount of times you spoke those words. They came automatically at this point. Still, if only she knew you said them more for yourself than her. 
As she began making her way back to you, you fought the urge to step back. The look in her eyes was different now. Analytical. Searching. Immediately you knew you should be on guard. But with the sway of her hips and the shape of her lips, you found your mouth going dry. 
“Yes. A promise you loyally followed all these years. She was your first love, was she not? I can’t help but wonder…”
She stood before you now, illuminated in the moonlight. And when she took a step closer, then once more, you felt your heartbeat quicken. From the softness of her breast against your chest to the gentle hand cupping your cheek, a war was being waged in your mind. The worst part was the way curiosity and desire reflected so vividly in those dilated lavender eyes. 
“If we met earlier, would you be mine?”
You kept quiet and held her gaze. Your chest rose and fell evenly with your breath as your posture remained firm. As much as she searched, she would not be able to find anything within your eyes but her reflection. You made sure of it. She eventually did too as it was not long before she pulled back, expression cold. The sparks were gone.
“Let us return,” she finally said, stepping around you to walk in the direction of the shrine.
You didn’t follow her immediately. How could you with the way your heart raced, beating powerfully against your chest? Your knees stood frozen, locked into place. Your fingernails still were digging crescents into your palm. You took a shaky breath, then again once more. You then turned to follow after your lady.
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unintentional- thoma [random writing event] | requested by anon
It was a breathtaking sight. With the full moon up high without a speck of clouds to the way the moonlight illuminated the ocean down below, you found your breath stolen away. It was rare to have such a clear night in your homeland. The sands of the desert often colored the sky in a dirt-colored haze as the cold often made it difficult to stay out for long. 
You had arrived in Inazuma a month prior as a diplomat from Sumeru. During your month stay, you had a splendid time. The Shirasagi Himegimi and her assistant, Thoma, were there to show you around and explain the various aspects of Inazuman life and culture. There was much you learned and hoped to take back home with you to Sumeru. 
And dare you say it, though this was a diplomatic mission, you couldn’t help but feel you made some friends along the way. Both Ayaka, as she asked you to call her, and Thoma were incredibly kind. Though they were only tasked of showing around during the day, you often found yourself with them late into the evening simply chatting. There was even one night they invited you to hot pot!
So as your trip was coming to a close, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. You weren’t ready to leave yet. There was still more you wanted to see. If you decided to come to Inazuma on your own for vacation and not for work, you wondered if they’d host you once more. Glancing at your companion to the side, you smiled.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked with a twinkle in your eye.
When you asked that question, you really didn’t expect much, only for him to agree. It was a simple question, after all, one without any deeper meaning. So imagine your surprise when, instead of agreement, you were met with a wide-eyed Thoma and a few blushing housekeepers that happened to be walking by. Nothing could stop the start of panic that was beginning to tighten your chest.
“Did… I say something wrong…?” You asked hesitantly.
Thankfully Thoma was quick to recover. 
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Don’t–”
He was suddenly cut off when one of the housekeepers rushed over and smacked him with a washcloth. 
“Don’t just brush off their feelings, Master Thoma! They were brave enough to confess how they feel on such a beautiful night. Show them the respect they deserve!” 
Your jaw dropped as the housekeeper then rushed away to peek at you both from behind the corner with the others. You felt tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. Oh archons, you really did say something wrong. What in the world did you confess? What did the moon symbolize in Inazuman culture? That you were having a bad time? That you hated him!? 
And Thoma, poor Thoma. He seemed just as caught off guard as you. His cheeks were flushed and his posture tense. Was it because of what you said? Yes, it definitely was. You said something completely wrong that ruined your friendship with him.
“Whatever I did, I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean it,” you stuttered. “I… I’m going to head in. Goodnight, Thoma.”
“Wait, I–”
Ignoring the way he reached out to you and called your name, you then rushed back to the comfort and security of your room. 
You could not apologize enough that it was only after that misunderstanding was cleared late the next morning that the housekeepers finally let poor Thoma off the hook.
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type - lyney
[random writing event] | requested by anon
He wasn’t the type that cared much for rest. It was a fact everyone knew well. Even though his siblings would take time for themselves, Lyney was always on the move. If it wasn’t performing free shows in the city square, it was running different missions for Father or buying presents for the other orphans. Even the times he was home he’d be up late planning new magic tricks and things of the like.
You weren’t the pushy type. Though you were of the many children in the House, you weren’t close to him like Lynette. You didn’t know him well enough to force him to sleep. You weren’t even brave enough to enter his workroom much of the time. At the very least, you could share your concerns with Lynette. You could leave a cup of chamomile tea on his desk before he came home for the evening. You could only hope if that was enough.
Lyney wasn’t the type that relied on others. You found that out well that day you just so happened to hear him snap at Freminet. You couldn’t help but feel empathy for the young cryo user. Even you noticed Lyney was beginning to look more and more haggard. Was it due to Father’s expectations? Or worries of Fontaine’s future? 
You weren’t the motherly type. There were people you knew that were easy to open up to. When you were stressed, they would gather you into their arms and give you words of comfort. But you weren’t like that. People rarely ever came to you for help. What more could you do than to take on more missions from Father? You were a reliable skilled agent. At the very least, you could take some of the burdens off his plate.
He wasn’t the type that allowed himself to be weak. You heard what happened in the Fortress of Meropide. You saw the panic in his eyes during that tragedy at Poisson. No matter what happened, he kept shouldering everything. He refused to ask for help. And whenever he came back to the House, there was that smile on his face. There was that light air he did his best to exude. 
You weren’t the type to take initiative. Even when you saw people breaking their backs, there was never anything you could do. You would rather avert your eyes than force your way through to help. You were weak like that. Pathetic. The last thing you wanted was to be yelled at. However, during the times when things became too hard, you were there to help people and steer them away from Lyney’s door. Hopefully during those moments of quiet, he could let himself be weak.
While he was the center of the House of the Hearth, you were nobody important. While he stood out, you remained in the shadows. But sometimes, during those rare moments of quiet that he would pass you by, he’d break out in a small smile, one meant only for you. 
“Thank you.”
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To that person that just sent that incredibly sweet ask with a request for that character that starts with an L, I want to do that character's hangout first, so you may need to wait a bit! But thank you for the message! I'm glad you find what I write helpful. ;u; <3
If you're curious about my intentions for Unintentional for Gorou, I'll put it below. uvu
So the thing I pointed out is that reader and Gorou knows each other well and that reader directly paralleled Gorou. For anyone that knows Gorou well, while he tends to lose his head on the battlefield, he is extremely controlled in his interpersonal relationships. I mean it makes sense .The dude has an extremely popular advice column in a magazine, after all. Gorou gets along with everyone. Everyone loves him. He just naturally makes people feel comfortable. So while his snip to reader about Ms. Hina may seem like a small thing, for anyone that knows Gorou well, it's quite clear that he lost his cool and snapped. 
Now if someone suddenly snaps at you, what are your initial reactions? Definitely shock. Panic is also possible. But usually what would come after is either confusion or anger. Both reader and Gorou felt guilt. It makes sense why Gorou did, by why did reader? Well, if you notice when reader was talking to Gorou, they weren't mentioning Ms. Hina or talking about her like Gorou said they always did. Instead, they were asking Gorou for his thoughts and opinions. Also take into account that reader knows him very well.
What I was trying to illustrate is that reader knew on some level they were annoying him. And they had an inkling that Ms. Hina was the cause. So by this point in the story, they were trying to feel him out and change the way they spoke to him. So when he snapped, that was the confirmation that, yes, they were bothering him, and yes, it had to do with the fact that they were putting Ms. Hina before him. Hence why they didn't react in confusion or anger. Instead it was guilt.
Granted trying to convey this all in a short fic is hard, so I may not have done the best job haha
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consequences - alhaitham
[random writing event] | requested by @milkstore
Quite frankly, it was ridiculous. It only happened three times. Three times! However, that was enough to make, not only your friends, but even your brother go crazy over it. And for what? It was such a small thing! It really wasn’t anything special. More of a coincidence, really. 
The new student, Alhaitham, simply stopped you from falling three separate times. 
That was literally it. No, he did not catch you like a prince, nor did you fall dramatically into his arms. It wasn’t like it wasn’t normal for you to fall either. You fell all the time. It just so happened that Alhaitham was behind you three times in a row. And just for reference, no, this was not a sign of God. This was not you tripping over the famed red string of fate. It was a coincidence. A simple uncomplicated coincidence.
But no matter how much you tried to insist, people would never stop teasing you about it. One told you to divine the stars to see if he was your soulmate. Another said that at this point, you should just ask him out. What did they not get about coincidences? The only consequence you should have received for falling was a twisted ankle, not any of this!
So as you walked to your next Rtawahist class, you paid extra attention to the floor. You would make sure there would be nothing to trip you up this time—not a root, stray paper, or puddle. You would make it to your class safely to spite the teasing eyes of your friends and family. No matter what they said, you would make it to your next class unscathed.
At least, that’s what you would’ve done had the huge student in front of you not stopped walking out of the blue. Unfortunately, because your eyes were glued to the floor, you suddenly and rudely found yourself ricocheting back, and once more came the familiar dropping sensation in your gut and loss of your limbs. But before you could fall to the floor in a crumpled heap, a firm hand caught your back.
A very familiar hand.
…
“If you’re trying not to fall, staring at the ground isn’t going to be the answer. Try being more careful.”
And with that, the hand left your back and his arm brushed against yours as he passed. Though his eyes were upon the book in his hand, there he went navigating the busy halls of the Akademiya with ease. 
A giggle came to the side from your friend.
You gritted your teeth.
“Shut up.”
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A while back, my friend asked me what I thought my writing style was. It's been something that has been sitting on my mind for a while, but I think I finally got to an answer. I'm putting this on here because, one, I like talking about myself, and two, I have a bad memory so if I'm ever asked this question again, I have something to refer to.
Simply put, my writing style, at least for longer fics, can best be described as opening a can of worms and then wrapping them up prettily into a present. My main goal when writing a fic is to introduce tension, then bring it to catharsis. Majority of my fics will have a central core theme. This theme can be a statement, problem, point, etc. By the end of the fic, my goal is to reaffirm the theme, explain it, subvert it, or bring it to closure. However, because I want my fic to be akin to a present, I try to wrap everything up as satisfyingly as I can.
One can say that introducing conflict and resolving it is the form for every story out there, but I specifically want my fics to bring about catharsis. I want the ending to give endorphins. I want it to feel good. I want it to feel right. I want it to be a proper ending. I want it to be the mic drop at the end of a killer slam poetry performance. I'm not saying I'm good at it, but I want the ending of my fics to be a statement that there is absolutely no doubt about what my story is about.
I'll say this again. I'm not necessarily good at it, but the way I try to achieve this is primarily through the manipulation of tension. I do my best to frame everything, from the sequence of the events to the wording of my sentences, to keep an ongoing sense of tension through the fic. You as the audience is tasked to deal with this tension. However, it is through this emotional labor that when the tension is finally resolved, the ending feels better because it was deserved. I want my audience to feel that the work they put in was worth it.
However, this is not so simply done. As before, the ending of a fic needs to be framed properly. There should not be any loose threads or worms wriggling around. So then comes the question of how does one do this? I'll be honest, there are many different ways, and despite this, I still have a difficult time. My favorite way is through parallels. I enjoy making a direct parallel between the ending and the theme or the beginning of the fic. Either way, you should feel goosebumps from the ending you choose. You should be proud of it. That's the only way you know you did it right.
Some examples of things that fall into this writing style is What Destiny Has Brought. The theme is self-worth and self-acceptance. The parallel is first Fischl giving her true name to reader. And ends with reader giving her name back to her. In Follow the Wind (part one/part two), the theme is control and fear of change. The parallel is that you start off forever running after him, but in the end when he finally lets you in, you overtake him. In Slitherer-Outer, the theme is that Zhongli never pays for anything and here's proof! However, the end of the story chucks that whole premise out the window in the rudest way possible.
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unintentional - gorou
[random writing event] | requested by @yaminohimeyume
Honestly, Gorou knew it was a petty thing to get jealous over. He wasn't proud of it, nor could he justify himself. But at the same time, how could he not feel if not a little betrayed whenever you fawned over her? Wasn't he the one that knew you longer? Wasn't it him that constantly encouraged and cheered you on when you needed it most? Wasn't he the one that was always at your side?
He knew you didn't mean it. It wasn't intentional. As far as you were concerned, your feelings for her had nothing to do with him. In your mind, they didn't clash. They coexisted in peace. So why couldn't they for him? 
Was it the way you entrusted her secrets you never told him? Or was it the way you'd approach her whenever you needed someone to talk to? Perhaps it was the way you only talked about her when you both were together. It was as if his place in your heart was slipping away every day that passed. 
And the worst part of it all? The person that was replacing him wasn't even real. The woman you loved and adored was nothing more than a made up character in a magazine. How pathetic was that? If it were anyone but him, he would've told them to communicate their feelings. That was the best route to go. But how often the hardest advice to take was his own? 
"... So what do you think I should do, Gorou?"
He did his best to ignore the way the sweetness of your voice grated at his ears. 
"Gorou...?"
He really didn't want to think about it at all. 
"Gorou, are you—"
"Why don't you ask Ms. Hina instead?"
The way your eyes widened in shock was a direct mirror to his own. As was the panic and abject guilt that came immediately after. He didn't know what to do. How could he fix this?
"S-Sorry, First, I didn't mean for it to come out like that—"
But you shook your head.
"No, you did. You meant it completely." 
Your voice wavered as if realization was dawning upon you at that very moment. Though he reached out so as to comfort you, his fingers stopped short from touching you. How horrifying that you were right. He wanted to hurt you. 
But before he could spiral too deep, you took his hands into yours. 
"I pushed you to this point, didn't I?" You asked softly, weakly. "I'm sorry. Tell me how I can fix it."
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type - heizou [random writing event] | requested by @ebi-samaaa
Shikanoin Heizou really wasn’t your type. Sure he was handsome, and yes, his voice was rather nice to listen to. His flirtatious nature was definitely attractive. If only his face wasn’t so childish looking. And if only he weren’t just a little bit taller. Really, it really was a shame. If it were not for those things, he would have stolen your heart right off the shelves.
And really, it truly was such a shame, for the man was desperately in love with you. Completely head over heels one could say. No matter how many times you tried to shake him off, he chased after you relentlessly. He wanted you with such a passion that you often had to stop your heart from skipping a beat whenever your thoughts inevitably lead toward him.
As you walked down the long hallways of Tenshukaku, you wondered if you’d see him this evening. It was the night of the full moon, after all. Wouldn’t it be such a romantic backdrop to highlight the excitement of the event you were soon to partake? He surely wouldn’t leave you hanging, would he? You did send him an invitation, after all.
So as you stepped into the central room, you couldn’t mask the smile that curled the corners of your lips. It was empty, not that you were very surprised. If you planned it right, the Tenryou Commission and its soldiers were currently occupying the Hiiragi complex on high alert. All that work only for their honored guest of the evening to be a no show. How sad, but it really wasn’t your fault they didn’t know how to read a calling card.
With a soft chuckle, you gazed fondly at the pedestal at the center of the room. There, sitting upon plush velvet, was your target for the evening—a slightly faded black pearl inlaid in a silver ring. It didn’t take you long to pluck it up from its stand to slide over your finger. And, oh, how the luster shined in the moonlight. But as much as you wished to lose yourself in its beauty, duty came calling.
“My my, Detective,” you crooned sweetly, “We really must stop meeting like this.”
A laugh came from behind.
“I gotta hand it to you. When you said you’d be targeting the Evening Moon’s Jewel on a night like this, not even I thought you’d come for the New Moon.”
You spun and leaned against the pedestal with a careless huff.
“Oh come now, Detective,” you cried with a mocking pout. “It shouldn’t have taken you very long to notice the Hiiragi’s Full Moon pearl is nothing better than an elaborate fake. You should be thanking me for giving you a little excitement on such a boring evening.”
He smiled as he took a step forward, his stance purposely relaxed.
“Thank you for breaking the law? We’ve known each other for so long. I must say I’m hurt.”
You grinned cheekily.
“Oh, don’t say that. I was only joking. I was looking ever so forward to meeting you this evening. I really don’t get to see you as often as I would like, you know, so let’s make the most of it, hm?”
And with that anemo powered punch he threw at you soon after, you really hoped he wouldn’t be smart enough to check out the hospital the day after.
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