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cellarspider · 2 months

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26/?? PIE to the face

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We return to a movie that is going to linguistically hurt me again, Prometheus. You get to read a ramble about PIE. You’re welcome.

Content warning for MORE OF ME. I cannot be stopped.

So. Imagine you have found a sleeping alien. You believe that they were on a mission to destroy humanity as a disappointment. What do you do? Not waking them up is certainly an option. But what if you do? You’re going to want to not disappoint them.

One could, for example, study the records still maintained within the alien ship. Learn about their culture. Get more than one guy to learn their language, particularly since this translator you’ve got seems to be a little gung-ho on things like “seeing [his] parents dead.” That’s a bit of a warning sign.

And hey, something horrible happened on this ship, probably right before or right after this alien was put into hibernation. There’s a lot of dead bodies on the ship. Having a trauma counselor or three there would be a good call. People trained in de-escalation, definitely. Give you a chance to talk the alien down, and help them process stuff in what’s hopefully a culturally appropriate manner, given your xenological research before waking them up.

You’ll probably want to make sure to take the “kill humanity” button away from them too, that would be a good idea. And, preferably, not have exploded the head of one of their colleagues.

Am I describing a process that would take years? Yes. It should. This is the most important thing humanity’s ever done.

It’s been two days since the Prometheus landed.

As stated before, my faith in fictional humanity was not high in this scene.

David wakes the Engineer up. Rather than any of the measures I described above, the Engineer is met with David, Weyland, some security guys, Doctor Franenstein the head-exploder, and Shaw.

It took most of the humans a good hour or so to stop looking like death after waking up after a two year nap, and this Engineer’s been under for a thousand times longer. The poor bugger is visibly hung over and feeling sick, almost falling over on Weyland.

Shaw starts demanding David ask where they’re from, what’s in the ship’s cargo, why was it made for humans, all in English as Weyland tries to talk over her. They are speaking a language that only took its modern form 1600 years after the last events on this ship took place. The Engineer has zero clue what anyone’s saying.

The Engineer remains silent, and visibly disturbed by how Wayland orders his security guy to hit Shaw, which just makes the still unintelligible questions louder and less coherent.

And then David starts speaking to them.

There was a short dialog between them filmed, but in the final cut, the Engineer doesn’t speak at all.

The final cut also removes Weyland’s pitch for why he should have immortality–he created life in David. David is something more perfect than human. Therefore Weyland is a god, and gods never die.

This is, as you can imagine, not convincing. It would’ve made Weyland slightly more explicable as a character, but the movie hasn’t even done that for its lead, so of course it doesn’t for Old Man Capitalism.

In the full release, David only says a few sentences. To quote Anil Biltoo, who wrote the translation:

The line that David speaks to the Engineer (which is from a longer sequence that didn’t make the final edit) is as follows: /ida hmanəm aɪ kja namṛtuh zdɛ:taha/…/ghʷɪvah-pjorn-ɪttham sas da:tṛ kredah/ A serviceable translation into English is: ‘This man is here because he does not want to die. He believes you can give him more life’.

This is–okay. In the theater, I did not know precisely what this language was. But I was making a fair imitation of the Engineer's expression in response to this, because I was pretty sure it was PIE.

Proto-Indo-European, that is. A massive swath of world languages are all traceable back to one source, though we have no records of it. Linguistic reconstruction of how they evolved from earlier roots allows us to infer a language that must have existed, and we call that the Proto-Indo-European language. PIE for short. And this is a big ol’ slice of PIE right here.

And I had a whole thing in early drafts of this post. I’d convinced myself over the years that my inexperience with PIE had led me astray in the theater. I’d convinced myself this was a PIE conlang. Meaning, I thought this was a language created for this movie that sounds like a cousin to PIE. That’s still howlingly weird, for reasons I’ll get into. But then I saw this featurette:

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[Video description: A behind the scenes featurette for Prometheus entitled “Language Of The Gods”. It interviews Anil Biltoo on his work for the movie, in which he explains the concept of a proto-language, of PIE in specific, and what he did for the movie.]

It’s PIE. It’s a different reconstruction of PIE than the current standard, but it’s PIE.

And I feel vindicated, because that’s what I heard in the theater. David opened his mouth and out came PIE.

I can actually read a few words in the excerpt. I could hear them in the theater. The word /hmanəm/ is clearly meant to be a root word of “man”, which standard reconstructions indicate is the descendent of PIE *ǵʰmṓ. /Namṛtuh/ is very clearly from PIE *ne-mért, “not-die”, because anything that looks like “mort” in an indo-european language probably has something to do with death. And “/kredah/” is close to PIE *ḱréddʰh₁eti, hence Latin “crēdit”, hence modern italian “créde”, “he believes”.

PIE is just like that, sometimes. Some roots are unrecognizable, others are instantly identifiable. I’ll include my attempt at a gloss (a brief technical explanation of the meaning and grammar) at the end of the post.

The implication is that the Engineers taught their language to humans. That was Proto-Indo-European, which then spread from there. I almost started laughing in the theater at this.

In the real world, we know a few things about where PIE came from. PIE was probably spoken by people north of the Black Sea, at least five thousand years ago. This guy who’s just woken up with a hibernation hangover went to sleep three thousand years after that.

But, y’know what? Fine. Let’s say it’s a liturgical language. David’s done the equivalent of walking up to somebody and speaking to them in church Latin. Weird, but not impossible that it could be understood. Or maybe they’re just so damn long-lived and linguistically conservative that it’s more like talking to somebody in an old-timey news broadcaster voice. Still weird! But comprehensible.

But you know what we can’t possibly link back to PIE? Egyptian, Sumerian, Akkadian, Hawaiian, or the Mayan languages, most of the other ancient cultures the movie says the Engineers definitely contacted. Did all those come from the same ur-language? We don’t know. We can’t know, because our reconstruction methods are ineffective past a certain point. But if they did, then their root language had to have existed before the Bering Strait closed off the Americas from Asia, making any common ancestor at least twice as old as PIE. The movie’s implication is that it was PIE. The language of the gods is PIE. PIEngineer.

Apparently everybody who the Engineers talked to just forgot the language of the gods, save for the linguistic descendants of some nomads on the Black Sea Steppe.

And that’s before we get into the worse implications. We can’t tie East Asian languages back to PIE. Austronesian languages. American languages. African languages. Were these people just not contacted by the Engineers? Did they forget? Did they refuse to listen?

None of these are good answers! None! They’re all bad!

In Anil Biltoo’s defense, he’s an academic linguist, and, to my knowledge, not one who’s a conlanger. Ridley Scott specifically wanted to work in the oldest possible human language, and Biltoo delivered on that, based on modern scholarship. He did not make an alien language that evolved into a human language. If Scott had wanted that, David and Jesse Peterson would probably go feral for the project, but they weren’t asked. What would be the most naturalistic thing to do, if you wanted to get across the idea that humans inherited language from the Engineers?

You make a Proto-Human language. People have tried before, and others have argued their attempts are bullshit. This is one of those times that Wikipedia has a “the neutrality of this article is disputed” flag at the top of the page, because there are nerd fights everywhere on this. We don’t even know if a Proto-Human language ever existed–there could have been multiple independent origins of language–but if you’re writing fiction, sure, Proto-Human exists.

Come up with a vocabulary and grammar that could work for Proto-Human, have David speak it to the Engineer, it sounds alien to everybody, nobody gets to be the special children of the gods, and no linguistics dork in the audience will laugh at you.

They will definitely laugh at what happens next, though.

But the post is not done! Bonus linguistic nerdery below, including a sample of my constructed language and its script.

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Citations for alt-text rambles:

https://moomin.fandom.com/wiki/Stinky

https://www.deviantart.com/pretty--kittie/art/Prometheus-Engineer-407327934

https://www.uni-wuerzburg.de/en/news-and-events/news/detail/news/new-indo-european-language-discovered/

PIEngineer gloss

Alright, for the language nerds in the audience, I’ve put together a potential gloss, entirely based off of PIE roots available on Wiktionary and a shaky understanding of PIE verb construction:

/ida hmanəm aɪ kja namṛtuh zdɛ:taha/…/ghʷɪvah-pjorn-ɪttham sas da:tṛ kredah/ this.[singular neuter??] man.NOM [anaphoric demonstrative].1.NOM.MASC here not-die EMPHATIC/towards.3MASC.PRES(?)…life-many-[resultative or inchoative verb suffix? adjective of possession, accusative singular?] [genitive singular reflexive?] give.[middle 3S] believe.[stative(?) 3S] A more literal translation would therefore be “This man here does not (want to) approach death…he believes he (can be) given more life-having to himself.”

I am not good at figuring out suffix affixation for PIE verbs, so I probably missed or misinterpreted a few in there. I’m not sure how to break down /zdɛ:taha/ in particular, and /sas/ is a bit mysterious to me. Biltoo definitely created his own PIE reconstruction for this. Vowels are all shifted (ex *éy -> /aɪ/), there’s more palatal consonants (*ḱi-Ø -> /kja/, *polh₁-r̥-m -> pjorn), and other sound shifts I’m too scatterbrained to categorize right now.

PIEngineer to Tade Taadži translation

Alright. I previously mentioned that I have a conlang. I have yet to mention that it is distantly related to Prometheus, powered by the spiteful creative energy this movie engendered in me.

So it’s only fair I translate this passage into my language, write it in my script, and give a thorough gloss.

Jàà odormàà, hu sàà id aannãgu … midadjã kii jur kaas ʻus mogeso. /jɐː odoɾmɐː hu sɐː id aːnːãgu/ / … /midadjã kiː juɾ̥ kaːs ʔus mogeso/ This.VOC not-native-person.ALL, death.INST not go.ATTR want.PRES. Forever.NOM give this.ALL 2S.VOC ACC 3S.NEAR.ponder.PRES.3P.FAR.ACC

Translation notes:

I am assuming David is speaking formally, clearly, and respectfully in this translation, even if one of the people he’s being respectful about is Weyland. Both Weyland and the Engineer are thus addressed using the Vocative case when first directly mentioned.

Due to the formality of the speech, formal style glyphs are also used: these require significant planning ahead of time, to identify ligatures, aesthetic considerations, and, ideally, to select a total number of words that works out to a multiple of six, as this is culturally the ideal number for a line of text.

Formal ligatures can cross glyph boundaries, and are read every time you encounter part of them in the left-to-right, top-to-bottom reading order. The most common ligatures are between grammatical markers, as in this text, but can extend to whole glyphs or even individual components of them. If one is feeling particularly artistic, aesthetic ligatures may also be joined between thematically similar glyphs.

Gendered pronouns are not used in this context. Politeness dictates that any third person pronouns be replaced with the equivalent of “this” or “that”, unless given express permission to use more informal terms of address. This is especially true when referring to non-native speakers, as they do not have an equivalent social role to the five (yes, five) genders of Taadži culture.

The word for “non-native person” used to indicate Weyland literally means “thing that has a spirit”.

Following my shaky PIEngineer gloss, I tweaked the verb in the first sentence: “to die” would normally be “hur hybà” (lit. “to stand at death”), but this has been changed to “hu iddà”, “go to death”, indicating that Weyland fears even getting near the idea.

The word for “forever”, “midadjã”, is derived from the word for 66, or 46,656. Tade Taadži uses a base six number system, because I felt like taking Jan Misali up on his heximal advocacy.

The normal word order for the language is SVO, but in dependent clauses it becomes OVS, just to make things harder for everyone, including me, who muttered “ah fuck” when I had to check my notes to remember where to put an allative and vocative in there. It’s after the verb, apparently.

The language has verbal person marking in some contexts, and I deliberately bent the second sentence into a more poetic mode so that I could show it off while retaining formal speech, referring to Weyland’s belief as if it’s a person. The glyphs ligate the person marker to the tense marker, Both to save space and for aesthetic purposes.

I had no word for “believe” when I started writing this sentence, so I grabbed a verb already associated with thinking during unmoving meditation to stand in for it, to get across the idea that “this is something he has thought about a lot”.

It’s a shame David’s being polite, because while I didn’t have a word for “believe”, I do have a word for “to believe despite evidence to the contrary”.

Bonus citations:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daemon_(computing)

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lililovesthings · 7 months

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Power of Love (Part 2) They Fell!

Happy Wednesday! Guess what time it is?

I am aware I may be scraping the bottom of the barrel here but hear me out.

I have already discussed the power of love in the GO Universe (Here) but something just occurred to me about 'The Fall'. I have been immersed in GO Meta for 2 months (obv) and my brain/subconscious has pulled stuff together and come up with something.

I shall explain (hopefully coherently). Under the cut...

First, some context:

As far as we know, there has only been one 'fall' which is when Lucifer and the gang all fell and Crowley "sauntered vaguely downwards". As far as we know this hasn't happened since.

I have seen it suggested that each angel/demon has a counterpart. i.e. Each angel in heaven has a counterpart demon in hell.

I have talked about the theme of balance of good and evil running through the series.

We've had Armageddon or indeed "Armageddon't" with the son of Satan and now are talking about The Second Coming which we are all assuming has something to do with the child of G-d.

Of course we know that heaven can tamper with memories.

Now here's where my brain went:

All angels and demons started off as the same stock (which we know) then there was a war and all the demons went off to hell.

What I'm thinking is that it wasn't as simple as that.

I think the memory of the war was implanted into the minds of all the celestials but it wasn't consistent. That's why Fur fur remembers fighting alongside Crowley but Crowley does not for example.

The reason is because of The Power of Love.

If each celestial has a counterpart or indeed a 'soul mate' this makes them powerful. The ones in charge can't have that, as I've already said. They need to keep their celestials in line. If they are constantly fighting among themselves, then they don't have time to think about ruling the universe.

They are literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER. Then either Metatron and/or G-d and/or Satan decided that they were too powerful together so they had to be kept apart. So they took half of the celestials and chucked them down to hell. They 'Fell' because they figured out 'Falling in Love'. They literally "FELL" in Love.

Season 1, last episode at the airbase - Gabriel and Beelzebub said '10 million angels/10 million demons put down their weapons and go back to work' or something like that. It's balanced. Each one has a counterpart.

Now the problem is, is that you have to keep angels and demons apart in order to ensure they don't become too powerful. Doesn't really work if they fight, that's not keeping them apart, that's bringing them together.

This is why all wars/battles are planned but are always ultimately thwarted because you have to keep them fighting without actually bringing them together.

The concept of war and rivalry has been implanted in the heads of all the angels and demons, but not consistently. That's why they're all confused. They've implanted false memories in 20 million beings.

It is no coincidence that Azi was there at the beginning of the universe when Crowley created it. They are literally made for each other. I don't think the angels/demons even know that, they just find each other. It's part of the ineffable plan.

So yes Metatron has to keep Azi and Crowley apart, that's why Gabrielle wasn't cast down to hell - can't have him be with Beelzebub but of course it happened anyway. One angel and demon together is fine but any more is a problem. That's why Metatron only turns up with Gab and Beel go off together and why he left Azi and Crowley alone until now.

To paraphrase Metatron: "One time makes a good story, for it to happen twice, makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem."

Any more than that and it will start to catch on, more angels and demons will start hanging out together and we can't have that.

Separate the soul mates, implant false memories, keep them fighting. A house divided against itself can never stand.

Thank you for listening.

Edit: Also, Azi goes by "Mr Fell" I have no idea what to do with that but there we go.

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daakjenaar · 8 months

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Sci-fi writers not being racist and unimaginative challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

I had a dream that I tried to write this recently and accidentally replaced it with footage of me playing Deep Rock Galactic when I tried to post it, so I’ll try my best to not do that.

I know saying that a lot of fantasy and science fiction worldbuilding is barebones and bland is a pretty tepid take. In many fictional settings, the idea of nationality, ideology, and race are conflated. One and the same, effectively. Mass Effect has the Turian Hierarchy and the Salarian Union, galaxy-spanning governments made up of almost singularly the species turians and salarians respectively, who all believe in roughly the same things, have the same broad personality, and have seemingly been stagnant for thousands of years. Deviation from the turian mentality is treated as a unique trait worthy of ascending a random NPC to a supporting character. To all other races, the idea that humans can believe in different ideologies is fascinating. I think it’s an uncontroversial take to say that this is pretty bland writing, and at least a bit racist. Outside of the special and unique (and overwhelmingly European) humans, all other cultures are monolithic and simplified.

I should stop myself here because I genuinely have at least half a dozen essays’ worth of Mass Effect topics I would want to go on a rant about. I should move on.

Orson Scott Card’s writing beyond the original Ender’s Game is also emblematic of this approach. In his sci-fi universe, all of the countless worlds that have been colonized are entirely monocultural. Specifically, they are takes on cultures from the point of view of a 30-something center-right mormon in America in the 1980’s. Highlights include a world colonized by the Japanese which bears the name Divine Wind, which translates to ‘Kamikaze’, which might be in slightly poor taste. There is also a world with a predominately Chinese population that is notable for a) being largely covered in rice fields, and b) not knowing what neurodivergency is. It gives overwhelming ‘I read a Wikipedia article and skimmed a really racist history book and am now an expert on all other cultures” vibes. He also wrote Xenocide and Children of the Mind, so maybe we should stop taking him seriously.

So often, worldbuilding in fiction refuses to reckon with the idea that the nations they depict can be anything beyond overwhelmingly monocultural stereotypes of real-world people. After all, it’s much simpler if all of the aliens are just caricatures of other people that really exist, right? No work needed. Oh no, what's this picture of a T'au doing here?

This took me a while to write because I’ve got a lot of takes on the topic of writing and worldbuilding, and it was hard to figure out what to include and what to save for a more focused post later. On that topic, I do have another one planned focusing on my personal, insignificant takes on the ingredients to make a coherent backdrop for a story, and some hot takes and blanket statements to make about worldbuilding as a whole. It’ll hopefully be something more positive and constructive than this.

EDIT MADE MINUTES AFTER I POSTED THIS: I forgot to include the funniest example of all time, the world of Warhammer Fantasy. There are some incredible examples of this kind of worldbuilding. Kislev, the Lizardmen, Cathay, Nippon, Araby, the Tomb Kings, Bretonnia, all comically transparent carbon copies of the most obvious, stereotypical parts of real-world cultures that managed to become a relatively successful media franchise that helped to launch Games Workshop into the company it is now.

#mass effect #mass effect is actually kinda bad #worldbuilding #orson scott card #ender's game #warhammer #sci fi #short essay #okay but seriously mass effect is baffling #did we all forget the line about autism from the dlc #orson scott card is a hack

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thesweetnessofspring · 11 months

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"We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well and to make their deaths count." Mockingjay, 387 (US edition).

A post I made hoping to get maybe 10-15 new songs for my post-war Everlark playlist resulted in a flood of over 130+ song suggestions from the Everlark fandom! Y'all are amazing and I love you.

I've compiled nearly all the suggestions here (plus some of my own) in this playlist and hopefully organized them into a somewhat coherent order, based on my interpretation of the songs/vibes. My thought was to group songs based on the progress of their relationship, from when Katniss returned to D12 through Katniss and Peeta looking back on their life as an old married couple. From there I tried to create a good flow from song to song based on their general groupings of timeline events.

I have this thing where for playlists meant for more public use, I'm not a fan of having more than 3 songs from one artist, so a couple of artists that had more than 3 song suggestions I made decisions about which songs to include.

There are 3 songs on the playlist that are in a language other than English (all of which are so so beautiful). I found translations for the songs from @sanjarka's playlist (which you can find here). Here are translations for Mamo, tyś płakała by sanah and Tęsknię sobie by sanah. And @pearlbeth gave a translation to English for the song she suggested, Se Me Occure by Silvana Estrada.

Last, for the cover art I used a piece by @buggiebite that had the perfect post-war Everlark vibe I was looking for. The soft glow of the candlelight with Katniss and Peeta dancing together in the dark is just *mwah* perfect! (credit is given to buggiebite in the Spotify description as well).

So please take a listen and enjoy nearly 8 and a half hours of post-war Everlark musical goodness!

#the hunger games #everlark #everlark playlist #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #mockingjay

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johnslittlespoon · 2 months

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It just makes so much sense that you were writing in 2013, you have the unhinged vibe that the golden fics from that era had.

I'm just here to compliment you really lol, mostly because I am giving a try to write a lil something for the first time and god I can only dream of ever being able to write as good as you. I've been writing poems and music for years now but i find writing actual coherent storys with characters and dialogue so so hard.

I was wondering if you have any tips, or like little rules you follow when you write.

all the love, xxx

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I'M GONNA CRYYYY this was the sweetest thing in the world to wake up to wtf wtf <333 thank you SO much, i really appreciate this wahh my heart :'))) but also you are SILLY. don't compare yourself to others!! if we all did that constantly we'd never get anything written!! there are SO many authors i adore on here that will always have me chasing the "i wish i could write like that" feeling and it's a great motivator but alsooo at the end of the day. you gotta fall in love with your own words and characters and stories <33

and i feel that so much!! we are twinsss, i also started out writing poems and music and then realized i had stories i wanted to tell that wouldn't fit in shorter form, then discovered fanfic in middle school in the early '10s and it was all downhill from there LOL. truly such a golden era tho oh my god. growing up reading the hat fic and borderline illegible wattpad stories was certainly... formative!

yapping ahead vv (i don't have much advice bc i'm still just learning as i go but hopefully some stuff i picked up on can be a bit helpful!)

i have zero method to the madness when writing so it's a relief to know it doesn't come off that way LOL but i do have a few little things that i follow and i always look for them when beta–ing as well! they're pretty small technical things and they're generally up to personal preference, but some of them come from authors i admire and i think they can really take anyone's writing up a notch <3

i don't feel qualified to give advice because i'm just raw–dogging everything lmao i've never taken classes or anything, so take all this yapping with a grain of salt bc it's just what's worked for me!

�� i try to use descriptors like "the man" or "the blond" or "his friend" etc sparingly. i wish i could remember the source, but i read a great piece about why it's better to just go with the character's name 99% of the time, and then i went through so many of my works to edit them and i felt so much more confident in my writing afterwards– it made a big difference in readability (imo).

ofc there are exceptions, like if the name of a character is unknown, or if there are too many names being thrown around in one sentence and a "the man" or "the soldier" etc just sits nicer. i definitely still use them occasionally! but it does sometimes put some distance between the reader and the story when those descriptors are used too often instead of names, so it's a good thing to keep an eye out for when it comes to flow. sometimes less or more or whateva ??

– sorta on the topic of less is more, i love challenging myself to show vs tell when i can! whether it's by keeping dialogue short and letting actions speak instead (can add to intimacy/realism– we communicate so much through body language yk), through metaphors (literally how my whole '#john egan is dog coded' fic was born LOL), or describing feelings rather than spelling them out (his heart ached vs he was sad, his pulse raced vs he was scared, you get the gist). you said you've been writing poems so i feel like stuff like that would already probably come easily to you tho! <3

– this guide on ao3 is great for smut writers! whether someone's a beginner or just looking for ways to elevate the filth, i found it really helpful, it's a fun read as well lol. it calls out stereotypes/cliches and teaches you how to reword them, gives lists of slang and reactionary words, do's and don't's, etc. i don't follow everything in it but that's the beauty of writing; we all have things that work for us and things that don't and that's so okay. :-)

– in the same way that artists use references to practice and find their style, you can do that with writing too! i know a lot of writers have a doc or note where they jot down stylistic things they find while reading that they'd like to emanate, or words they want to use, specific phrases, descriptors, etc. if i'm reading a fic and find an auditory descriptor i like, i might take note of it, stuff like that. sorta like a text document version of a pinterest board!

– thesaurus.com is my best friend truly. often going with the 'simplest' version of a word makes for smoothest reading so someone isn't taken out of the story being like wtf does that word mean lol but sometimes things can feel repetitive, or like there just needs to be a little bit more spice; i probs go back and forth btwn my doc and thesaurus a dozen times an hour tbh.

that's all i can think of rn and ik those are pretty basic so i'm sorry about that!! i really do just kinda write what evokes emotions in myself, and then i hit post and hope it translates over to whoever is reading too :') drawing from your own experiences if you can/really sitting with what the characters would be feeling in whatever scenario you're writing is probably the most powerful way to present what you see in your mind.

i have a hard time writing about emotions/things i haven't personally experienced, so i usually stray away from it out of fear of not getting across what i want to, but some people are great at winging it and putting themselves in unfamiliar shoes so!! it's again just personal preference really.

and alsooo be kind to yourself! i'm an anxious wreck every time i post any of my writing, i am very much not confident when posting new fics and i agonize over my docs so much and trash a lot of works, but i know at the end of the day i can't grow or learn if i don't get the words down, and i can't get feedback or gain confidence if i don't post. becoming your own hype man and giving yourself the opportunity to improve is essential <33

sooo much love and best of luck!!! lmk if you end up writing smth, i'd love to read it (◠‿◠✿)

#also tentatively offering beta services to mota/sb moots bc i love helping w fics <33 hmu #if i am not super busy i am SAT #this got so long WHOOPS so sorry anon #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon yaps

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booburry · 8 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Hey look - I actually remembered.

Below is an update to Chapter 5 of Echoes in Time. Working title is "Lights. Camera. Action!". Below the read more is the first entry of the chapter.

Update: combat is hard, yo. I can crank out smut at record time apparently but every sentence of an action scene is like pulling teeth for me. I think it's because I want it to read as a movie scene, each action clear and so the whole sequence of events are connected and coherent. I think I managed to get it done and (hopefully) I can finish this chapter with a few days.

So long that I don't get trapped by Soft!Sam taking over my mind!

I also may post another WIP that will allude or contain a few plot spoilers for the end of Chapter 5 & for Chapter 6. It just...fills me with such warm fuzzies that I wanted to share with those who would want to read. Will make that post later today.

CW: Violence, Death, Killing bad guys

Also, for some reason, my italics didn't copy over and it bothers me but not enough for me to manually edit every paragraph on mobile. Sorrryyyy

Mallory felt herself smile as she drifted in her dreams, enwrapped in the familiar black sea she always floated down. Surrounded by the faint flickers of white lights, now with swirls of cosmic dust coming in and out of focus. It was beautiful and peaceful, the symphony of sounds vibrating through her body.

It calmed her and kept her feeling safe. Yet, slowly, she started to realize that the sounds were getting louder, the vibrations harder as if to force her from this place.

A loud crackle filled the cockpit as, slowly, a large red ship came into view overhead of them.

Mallory’s eyes shot open to realize that she was still on Sam’s ship, they were still lying on the floor, Sam’s arms still cradling her against him...Sam lightly snoring.

“I don’t think there’s anyone in there, boss.” A strange voice spoke to her, Mallory shoved Sam harshly in response, immediately waking him. He shot her a glance, initially upset with the harsh disruption to his slumber, before he quickly heard and saw what Mallory did. His lips pursed, freezing for a moment but Mallory saw him thinking, calculating the position they were in and what they were up against.

With a pit in her stomach, Mallory seriously wished she had allowed Sam to push her for pilot and weapon training sooner. She had been stubborn thinking that she wouldn’t need it, that she would always be ‘planetside’—as Sam liked to call it.

Now she was the opposite of that. Aside from the large ship that slowly sailed past them, she spotted at least two other vessels flying around in the distance and assumed they were more unfriendly ships.

“Seems strange to just have a hunk of junk like that floating out here.” Another voice came over their comms. “Hey!” It yelled out. “If anyone’s alive there, we just want to help.” The rough, menacing, voice elongated the ‘e’ within the word help, as if to mock the very concept.

Mallory looked to Sam for direction, panic growing in her eyes.

He calmly brought a finger to his lips to let her know they needed to stay silent. He then pointed to her and then behind her, Mallory following his direction to see the spacesuit Sam had used when teaching her. She looked back at him with a nod, Mallory trying to flinch a smile but she couldn’t—she was utterly terrified.

Yet, staring at Sam as he managed to stay calm, to watch her steadily, she found herself becoming grounded. She may be incapable of handling what was in front of her, but he wasn’t.

That made her smile, genuinely, before Sam nodded to signal it was ‘go time’. Slowly they crept to their destinations, Mallory to the suit and Sam to the pilot seat. Mallory turned to watch him as she started to complete her assignment.

She had only ever seen Sam Coe as the dad, the teacher, the worried protector, the awkward and dorky cowboy but never...never like this. The way he leapt into his chair, immediately powering up the ship before she could even hear the voice over the comms react.

“Woah, it’s powering up boss!” The first voice said.

“I can see that!” The menacing one growled. Mallory heard Sam darkly chuckle.

“You guys picked the wrong ship.” He threatened them before shutting off their comms, boosting them forward and sending them into the nearby asteroid field. It was like he was one with the ship, his body slightly shifting with every motion they went, rolling them effortlessly to avoid oncoming artillery fire. She watched as one of the ships came into their sights, Sam leaning forward. “I got you...” He muttered before Mallory saw two missiles shoot past them overhead and collide with the front of the enemy ship.

Sam soared past the enemy, letting out an adrenaline-filled ‘Woo!’ as Mallory saw the glass of the enemy’s cockpit blasted open, bodies floating out into space. She had never seen such grim imagery before, but she had to imagine this was to be expected in spacecraft battles in space.

“Hey, when you’re done I will need you up here.” Sam called out to her, Mallory suddenly being pulled back from being captivated by Sam’s abilities and piloting prowess. In the time it took her to fully suit up, Sam had maneuvered through the asteroid field and taken out two more ships—which meant there was only one left, the big one.

She moved up to the co-pilot seat, the chair automatically moving her forward while the dashboard moved towards her.

“Put your hands on the throttles.” He told her, Mallory looked over at him quickly to see him nod down to his hands, to show her what he meant. He waited a moment after she did. “Good, now—” He sent them into a barrel roll to avoid a floating piece of debris.

Mallory felt that as Sam applied thrusters to move and turn the ship, her hands moved with him. The buttons that he presses, became highlighted in front of her.

Mallory smiled, quickly realizing that this must be how he taught Cora to fly—and what he had to do with her right now. Rolling up her imaginary sleeves, Mallory dialled in on everything Sam was doing, letting her hands move with his, watching how that correlated with the movement of the ship.

Something about the motions started to feel rhythmic to her, fluid like a dance but calculated like an equation. But thankfully, with a few more elegant moves from Sam, Mallory felt like she was getting the hang of it.

That was until she felt the ship jolt forward and something red pop up on her screen.

“Shit—that’s an engine out...” Sam muttered, his hand immediately flipping to his dash. “I need you to take control Mallory, we won’t be able to outrun them anymore.” He immediately left the controls, the ship slowing as Mallory let panic take her for a moment before Sam demanded her back into the present. “Mallory!” He called at her, snapping her back as she brought them into a nose dive to get away from the ship on their rear.

“What does this mean, Sam?” She called out, trying to think through the knot in her stomach and the sweat building within her temperature-regulated suit.

“Stay focused and keep them at least 100 meters away—their weapons are powerful but only in close range.” He called from the back of the ship, Mallory faintly hearing him rushing to grab light to heavy objects.

He made it sound so goddamn easy.

Mallory clenched her jaw as she tried to replicate the rhythm that Sam had driven this ship in, but with an engine down and him no longer being a guiding hand, it was impossible. The only thing going for her was that, she thought and assumed, her movements were so irregular that they must be doing something to their benefit.

“How much longer Sam? I don’t think I—”

“Yes, you can.” He called back to her, not letting her finish a thought of self-doubt. “Give me a few more minutes, you can do this.” His words brought with them a warmth to her senses, giving her courage and determination. A buzzing filled Mallory’s ears, traveling down into her arms, hands and fingers—a feeling of knowledge and trust in her ability taking over any other thought that may have been present.

In a flourish of movements, Mallory shifted the power balance of the ship. She removed enough energy from their grav systems to ensure they weren’t floating, then from one of their weapons. She knew she needed two, one to break through the shields before they regen, and another to make them sitting ducks.

She purposefully slowed down, baiting the enemy, watching her sensor to know when they would exactly be in range—the in her body and ears growing more intense that she almost didn’t hear Sam call out to her.

“Mallory? What are you doing?” He asked, not sounding so calm anymore. Mallory continued to route power within the system, this time from the shields to max out the engine and put the rest into the two weapons.

“I can do this, remember?” She called out to him, a smirk present on her lips as she felt a rush of, what can only be described as: abilities enter her.

Then she got the ping she wanted.

Sam and Mallory heard the sound that they were being locked onto—the next thing she wanted.

Mallory moved as one with the ship, dipping down, rolling to the side before looping upwards to be perfectly behind the large ship, their weapons already locking onto their engines.

“Holy sh—” She heard Sam mutter from behind her.

The green light popped up on her dash “LOCKED”, and she immediately let loose. She watched for the ship's shields to shimmer with each blast, timing it perfectly so that the first missile would hit the engine right as the shields fell.

Just like a calculated dance. Mallory thought to herself, yet it oddly did not feel like her thought, nor did this feel like her flying...and as that idea started to enter her mind, the buzzing faded and she seemed to return to the moment.

“What—”

“Quickly dock them.” Sam called out to Mallory as she tried to regain her focus, the world around her going fuzzy for a moment as if she was trying to remember who she was, or where. “Mallory?” This time he called out to her with concern, causing her to scrunch her face together before refocusing on the dah in front of her.

She felt clumsy as she second-guessed which button was for the auto-dock. She finally decided on one when Sam’s finger moved into her vision, seamlessly setting the commands.

“What happened?” He asked her, pushing away the dash and forcing her chair to move backwards.

“I...I don’t know.” Mallory stammered, wanting to focus on what came over her but she knew there was a threat ahead of them, but it was hard. She felt Sam grab her by the shoulders, forcing her eyes onto him, his voice now coming to her through the comms.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He encouraged her but Mallory could sense the tension from what he saw—what she did—and Mallory felt that tension inside of her too. “I left a pistol and a shotgun out for you—and some frostwolf if things get bad.”

“Why would things get bad? You’ll be with me...” Mallory’s voice tapered off as she heard him sigh, noting how much more these helmets picked up with audio, “right?”

“You’ll stay here.” He told her, Mallory taking a defensive stance as their ship came under the enemies. They were moments away from connection. “We don’t have time to argue Mallory—please. Do you trust me?” He asked her a question he should already know the answer to.

“Of course.” She told him.

“Good—now are you ready?”

“If you mean am I equipped? Yes. If you mean have I ever shot a gun before? No…”

“Simple.” Sam said as Mallory heard the hissing of gears and pistons moving on the outside of the ship—they were finally docking. “Breath, aim and finger on the side until you pull the trigger. When one weapon runs out, use the other. Just stay here and protect yourself if one manages to get by.”

Mallory heard his words yet there was a loud ringing that started entering her ears.

“I believe in you.” Sam continued, taking a few tiny steps towards her. “You can do this, I promise we will get out of here safely, alright?” Mallory nodded, embracing his words and presence instead of that pestering voice inside. She took a deep breath as she felt her fears disappear; an odd feeling she couldn’t dwell on.

There was a final hiss as the docking was complete, Sam giving a firm nod and rushing past Mallory, his rifle drawn. Seeing that door open to see another ship sent adrenaline coursing through her body, her finger pressed firmly against the side of her shotgun. She watched as Sam effortlessly brought two Crimson Fleet members down and continued to sweep the room and out of her view.

Mallory remembered he told her to hide, to take cover, but there was something immediately unsettling for her when he went out of view. It also, curiously enough, wasn’t a sense of panic that unsettled her, it was something more...Mallory wasn’t sure, couldn’t describe it. It felt both foreign yet familiar, as if she could anticipate what was happening without knowing her surroundings.

She looked back at the frostwolf he had left behind for her, ‘just in case’. She placed her shotgun behind her body, ready to grab it but sensing she needed to look back.

A door opened outwards into the room Sam was still in.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline, the sudden and real danger Sam could be in, or that sixth sense she was experiencing, but Mallory acted without hesitation or fear. It was just like when she had maneuvered the ship expertly, the buzzing in her hear transitions into that familiar, unsettling, hum.

Mallory drew her pistol, held her arms straight and with two shots to the head the man dropped dead and the feeling inside of her left as quickly as it came.

Mallory stared at the body, just long enough to accept that she had just killed a person and noting that it felt different from the ones she saw floating in space. However, seeing Sam round the corner in a hurry to see, to his shock, what she had managed to pull off, brought Mallory out of her thoughts and distress.

He was about to say something until his head turned to look into the room that the dead man had come from. He let go a good amount of bullets, pausing a short moment before quickly looking at Mallory and nodding his head at her.

“Come on.” He told her, his voice filling the inside of her helmet with a slight crackle. “There should only be a few more.” Mallory nodded, not saying anything while she cautiously walked forward, ensuring that she stayed hypervigilant with their surroundings.

Sam moved to the other side of the doorway, leaving space for her to take cover at the end of the corridor she walked down. She mimicked how Sam leaned his back against the wall, and once she was in position, he swung out and into the next room.

Mallory heard bullets firing and moved to provide some cover.

“Shit.” Sam’s voice came through the comms, Mallory looked to see where he was and noticed it seemed something in his rifle jammed. Now she was scared, nothing to help her, no sounds filling her sense.

No sounds. Mallory immediately thought, bravely moving into the room and catching an enemy by surprise. She released six shots, wishing to ensure he wouldn’t live but her aim was less accurate and her bullets wider spread this time around.

Still, she was sure she hit him at least twice, and he went down with a loud groan.

Quickly, Sam tossed his rifle aside only to grab one from the closest dead body, shooting the crippled enemy Mallory had shot in one swift motion. Sam stood up, giving Mallory a glance she couldn’t discern.

“You okay?” He asked her, slightly out of breath. She just nodded, Sam returning the same gesture before leading the way further into the ship. Before they got to the end, there was a loud hiss as a door opened and two suits filled the room, Sam and Mallory opening fire without reservation until they both dropped. “That should be it, but be careful. Stay behind.” He called out to her, Mallory unable to prevent a smile as how persistent he was with keeping her safe despite her saving his ass twice already. “You like that?” He quipped, obviously having heard her exhale when she smiled.

“Keep your eyes pealed, cowboy.” Mallory teased back as they both cleared the last room before the cockpit.

“Alright, darlin’” He purred back at her, approaching the door and opening it, immediately taking down the remaining enemy—most likely the captain of the ship.

Mallory felt herself let out the last small breath she had been holding onto this entire time. Sam turned to look at her, a proud and bewildered smile spreading across his face.

“I’m shocked at how well you did—are you sure you haven’t done this before? Not yanking my chain?”

“You don’t have a chain to yank—” Mallory started with her sarcasm before lightly recoiling at the look Sam gave her, reminding her that they had already gone over the unnecessary need to hide from him. “Promise you I haven’t. I...I don’t—”

“Fuck.” Sam muttered, his attention immediately on something behind Mallory. “Fucking, fuck.” He exclaimed as he rushed past Mallory. “God damnit it!” He roared.

“What?” Mallory called out, not seeing or hearing what Sam was suddenly panicking about.

“They sent out a distress call. They’ll be here—” Before he could finish his sentence they both heard the sound of ships—many ships—entering the space around them. They both rushed to the cockpit to see at least 8 Crimson Fleet ships in front of them, with god knows how many behind them. “She better hurry up.”

Mallory was about to ask who ‘she’ was until she saw more ships jump into their area...except these weren’t Crimson Fleet.

“Mark which is yours Sam.” A southern woman’s voice spoke into the speakers of the cockpit.

“Easy.” Sam said to himself as he, once again, sat in the pilot’s seat and managed to take off just as the others started shooting at them. “Buckle up, Mallory.” He told her, however, she already noticed a shift in tone—he was all business and no play.

Mallory, as she secured herself, had a sick feeling growing within her at who exactly was the person that just saved them. It made her feel worse to know she was about to be indebted to her. She felt her mind fade, her thoughts putting her elsewhere as she was terrified to meet Lillian Hart for many reasons.

She was the ex-person—as Mallory wasn’t entirely sure if they had been married or just partners—of the man she was, ill-advisedly, growing attached to.

She was the ‘mother’ who had brought Cora to such heartbreaking tears that she would never be able to forget.

And Mallory was petrified she wouldn’t be able to hold back her distaste for the person who just saved both of them from certain death.

#sam coe #starfield #coemancer #starfield fanfiction #starfield sam coe #wip wendesday

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macawritesupdates · 17 days

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I'm a little tipsy right now so please excuse any lack of coherence on my part

OK so I just read the curse yuji chapter and I loved it it was exactly the vibe I was hoping for when I made the request 10/10 it hurt but in a good way I want yuuji to be badass man. I hope you had fun writing it. I hope yuuji and sukuna eventually get together in that au. It hurt so bad when he was talking about being expendable oof. At least yuuji in that au still has choso who will love him even as a curse. I desperately want yuuji to have someone who loves him and puts him above everything because he always puts himself last and jujitsu society does the same ugh. Anyway great chapter thanks. Oh I also liked the touch starved chapter that wasn't one I requested so thanks to whoever did you've got great taste i didn't know I needed touch starved sukuna so bad until I read it. You're sukita just always hits for me I could read 50 more chapters of touch starved kuna. Get that man addicted to yuuji's touch its what they both deserve.

Glad you enjoyed the chapters! Always makes me smile to know people are enjoying my work! The nice comments are what gives me life and keeps me going on writing! I like writing prompts as it makes me sit down and muse how to go about the request, especially if they are complex or interesting ideas! Hopefully some more food tonight of the edit gods be kind!

#Maca answers asks #Thank you! <3

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wsdanon · 2 months

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*wave* I'm glad you've had fun with it! makes me happy when people are made happy. And yeah the tag is tiny ;-; I did trawl it as well recently. Clutching every possible version of felpac to my chest very hard and safe. I know all the tag matching has to be done manually and every single tag ever used goes in the pile, so... takes a while.

Words where the words need to be cohesive are just a bit much rn. I'm sorry you're also stuck here. It's a horrible place to be. Especially when I'm sat with so many things before me and just. Exhaustion from the entire world.

festa junina was so fun. I should rewatch bits of that sometime. And, yeah, many different forms of felpac are good! context changes so many things and its interesting to see how it changes it. more people means more people talking about it! And more art and fics (maybe, hopefully, eventually)!

Thanks! So much writing. Terrifyingly much writing. I'll get back to it, just... the universe is a lot rn?

Am trying to think of a headcanon or anything fun for you but I'm just. *gestures vaguely* I can't think of any? But invitation to ramble about them if you have energy to have thoughts <3

i wanted to wait until i could respond to this properly sorry

i am trying my best to make the tag bigger \o/!! and it'll be good when yours is matched to the tag too!

the world is very exhausting for me right now, i'm sorry it's like that for you too. here's hoping we will both get a chance to rest and recover \o/

i need to rewatch festa junina too… it's so good. i think i have the felpac kiss scene branded into my mind though lol but it's always good to rewatch anyway

i love different versions of them and yes hopefully more people making art and fics for them! but until then i'll keep doing what i can

hm… i don't have many coherent thoughts about them right now. just a silly image i'm going to edit and post at some point, but i'll do that separate to this ask

#wsd/a.non #wsd/a.sks

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truessences · 2 years

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Why Mike Wheeler IS the Heart (Part 1)

I decided to split this into two parts because it was getting long, in this one I'll explain my thoughts on the other party members and in the next part show I will show why I think Mike is.

Well... I had this whole thing almost done but then I accidentally deleted it when I thought I clicked on the icon to edit. So, hopefully this will be a better and more coherent post now that I have to do it over.

But in this essay I will explain why I think Mike Wheeler is the heart of the party. My mission isn't to convince those of you who don't agree but to explain why it makes perfect sense to me. If you don't agree, you're just not gonna agree. I'm not going to go back and forth with anyone that I don't want to and if you're rude, I'll block you. :D

I do agree that Will's perspective of Mike will color things he may say or feel but I don't think he's wrong.

Part Two Here

When I hear someone say "the heart of the group", what I think that means is someone who is depended on, someone who holds the group together, who may be the leader, who will do whatever they can to protect those they love. They are the "caretaker", someone who may go out of their way to make others feel better or to help. They aren't perfect and if anything, they may take their mistakes or things they couldn't succeed in doing the hardest. They are the ones that the others will look to in hard times or for answers and/or support. Maybe they make the final decisions and/or plans.

I will explain each member of the party quickly, as to why they’re not the heart (overall) and what their roles are. Now, because people change and evolve, some will overlap but it’s not a “definitive… you are the heart”, but a “you’ve been heart at this time” lol.

Max Mayfield (Zoomer)- Unlike the others, Max’s D&D position as “Zoomer” isn’t something that actually exists within the game, but something she made up, which actually makes sense for her because while Dustin and Lucas tried to invite her into the party, she basically did insert herself into the group, going as far as to give herself a title to Mike (the leader). Even after he told her their party was full lol. I think that fits Max. She’s also too new to be the heart of the party, not to mention, she doesn’t understand the others the way she thinks she does. Max isn’t my favorite but I do like her, she grew on me a lot as I’ve rewatched the show. Max cares about her loved ones, I don’t doubt that, but she’s a bit too consistently callous to be the heart of the party. This isn’t a dig at her but a fair assessment. Even though I loved her friendship with Eleven in S3, she was really misguided in how she was handling the situation with Mike and Eleven.

Lucas (Ranger)- I think Lucas has a lot of heart and does a lot of things, particularly in the 4th season that shows that he has a lot of heart however, I don’t think that’s his role. Compared to the others, Lucas has a major tendency to be level headed, skeptical, pragmatic and realistic. They’re basically the same thing but you know what I mean lol. This is shown from him in season one when he is rightfully suspicious of Eleven and ultimately doesn’t want anything to do with her. He softens later in the season because he realizes that she was trying to protect them and that she wasn’t lying about the bad men. But his feelings were valid, he wanted to protect his friends and find WIll, that was important to him, plus the situation is weird. It makes sense lol. We see him being skeptical the entirety of season 1 and this is set up in the first scene with our party, where he’s telling Dustin “It’s not the demogorgon!” and he does the same thing later “It’s not the thessalhydra”. But we also see that he’s brave, because he tells Will to fireball the monster, without hesitation. He kept his friend group grounded and took finding Will extremely seriously (not that the others didn’t but he was tunnel vision). He had a tendency to be defensive and reactionary. But we know he’s sweet and we see a lot more of this side in later seasons. However, Lucas’s role, I think, gets significantly reduced in season 2, he really spends a lot of the time trying to get close to Max to tell her what’s going on. He’s way more open-minded, which is a good thing, but sometimes it’s stupid because where’s the self preservation Lucas! (I’m talking about him going to Max’s house with the chance of Billy answering the door, but maybe he didn’t realize this was a real problem). We also see him be the only one who listens and gives advice to Mike in season 3 when it comes to the relationship problems between him and Eleven. We saw a mature side of Lucas, even being strong enough to admit his own mistakes, even if it’s in a joking manner. Compared to the others, he might have a tendency to be a bit close minded, which prevents him from being the heart but he HAS extreme heart. This is particularly shown in season 4, where I think Lucas really shines, the way that he’s supporting Max, even when in the beginning he was dealing with his own crisis of identity. This is probably the most character growth we’ve seen from him. However, I’ve always viewed Lucas as the strength of the party. In season 1, he was ready with his wrist rocket against the demogorgon. He did the same in season 2. Since his role is a ranger, they can often rely on bows and arrows, which is similar to Lucas’s long range weapon, same in season 3 when he uses the fireworks to throw at the Mind Flayer. But Mike was able to lean on him in S3 when no one else did that. He was there for Max in S4. Lucas is the strength.

Will (Cleric)- So I know people like to say that Will is the heart of the party because seasons 1 and 2 centered around him but that would make him the catalyst, not the heart. I actually think Will is the least empathetic of the party. He is the reason why the boys got involved with everything, but we didn’t get to know him a ton in S1 and in S2, he was struggling the entire time. People don’t lean on Will, we don’t see him actually being there for someone else until S4. To me, “the heart of the group” is a person who other people lean on and that hasn’t been Will. I feel like people only say that because of him being a catalyst and because he’s an emotional character. I feel like he really gets the chance to be a character in S3, because he’s not missing and he’s not being possessed/hunted. But now it’s like he’s missed everything. All of his besties have girlfriends and have found other interests (not that they’re ignoring him completely, they clearly have hung out, gone to the mall and the movies often) and he’s probably feeling left behind, which is fair. His feelings are valid. A cleric is a magic user, a healer and can be a support character in the party. Something I found interesting, is that once a player chooses to be a cleric, that role can be pushed into adventure because of something else, “because their God demands it”, it may not be something they choose, which I think fits Will. He gets taken to the Upside Down, (though I’m not sure how I feel about this whole ‘he was chosen and not random’ they seem to be inching towards) against his will and then in S2, he’s the host for the Mind Flayer, against his will again. He’s been very passive. I think there are some instances with his kindness that would make a person think “Oh Will’s the heart”, but I think this really only comes in S4, when he’s being so supportive of Mike or how he’s trying to be there for Eleven in school. I think these things are really kind of him but that’s not enough to me to classify him as “The heart of the party.” I’m not sure what I’d say he is… the tear ducts? Lol People just want him to be a sad boi lol

Dustin (The Bard)- I think out of the others, Dustin is close enough to the title of “the heart” but I’ve always considered Dustin to be the Brain of the party. He’s the overall smartest of the group, seems to really excel in science and has an overall general knowledge of all nerdy things. What I think is interesting about Dustin, is that while he looks at things in a logical sense, similarly to Lucas, he may be a bit more open minded, similar to Mike, even if he proceeds cautiously, which is demonstrated when he tells Will in S1 to “cast protection”. He plays it safe. He does later become braver and willing to take risks, which is shown when he tells Will to “fireball the sonofabitch” at the end of the season. While in the beginning he was skeptical of Eleven, he was more open to having her around and her helping them, especially once he realized she had powers. He also played mediator between Lucas (the skeptic) and Mike (open-minded) and he strives for peace between his friends, it’s the rule of law after all. What I think is interesting with Dustin though, is that he ends up spending a lot of time with Steve in S2 and S3, so he gains a little advantage and different perspectives. Being with Steve, he gains some confidence that the others may not have or will get later. Another big thing for Dustin, is that we see him be the MVP of the show. This is shown in how he understands situations and puts them into a perspective that is accessible to others, even if his tone can be arrogant lol. Which I think is why he’s the Bard in their party, because they are known to be artistic storytellers, sometimes even using songs when interacting with others, which works since Dustin is the talkative one, he’s the one always explaining stuff to others, and of course his iconic scene with Suzie where he sings. I feel like his role is pretty clear cut in the group, he’s changed the least I think. Just like the others, he has a lot of heart but isn’t the “heart of the party”.

Eleven (The Mage)- Eleven is the main character of the show period, and it’s because of the boys finding her that they got even more involved with The Upside Down and all that stuff. Eleven is even more a catalyst than Will but her role is way more involved and active compared to Will’s role. She’s the “hero” role, which is further cemented with how Mike calls her Superman compared to him being her Lois Lane. She’s literally the power of the group, and even though she’s the most powerful, she still has a lot of learning to do on her own when it comes to who she is, who she wants to be and she does a lot learning when around different people. She learned about love, kindness and friendship from Mike and the others, she learned motherly love when Joyce welcomed her in. With Hopper, she learned about fatherly love, safety and all of the emotions that come with an overprotective dad. With Max she learned independence and how to have fun with your girls! Eleven is used to being relied on for her power not her emotions. Instead, she has to find and rely on love to motivate her, she doesn’t quite do the motivating. If you get what I’m saying. Eleven is the main character, the power but not the heart.

Stay tuned for part 2...

#stranger things 4 #stranger things cast #Eleven Hopper #Max Mayfield #Lucas Sinclair #Will Byers #Dustin Henderson #Mike Wheeler

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voxofthevoid · 5 months

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Hello Vox! Is me, werewolf anon!! Hope you're doing good on this fine day/evening/whatever the time of day it is for you!

I have to admit that you being happy to see my ask is 100% reciprocated by me when you answer them. I too, wave my fist in the air!

I haven't read more of your JJK fics but I re-read some of your Stucky ones because they are my comfort fics and I needed a pick-me-up. BUT THAT BEING SAID I DO HAVE THE JJK MANGA OPEN IN MY TABS and hopefully soon it will open up the rest of your fics for me! Oh how exciting!

As for Mappa and Nanami, the absolute WHIPLASH of him baring his forearms/hair pulling/quiet and yet explosive rage/Daddy Daddy DADDY to THAT scene of him before Mahito takes him out...I was on my knees I tell ya. I honestly don't know how the animators didn't go feral as they drew those panels.

And ahhhhh don't get me started on Yuji this week. Omfg that precious bean leveled up. *cough cough* I made a silly Yuji edit but sadly I don't know how to share it with you because Tumblr won't let me add images to anon asks. 😭

Wish me luck on my manga binge! I'll try to remember to eat and sleep but I can't guarantee anything! 😂 And I hope you enjoy your extremely well earned break from writing! I'm sure all the fans are frothing for updates from you but you deserve down time just like anyone. Take care!

Welcome back!!

Won't lie, it's very lovely to hear that my stucky fics are comfort stories for you. That's high praise, seriously.

And I really hope you enjoy the manga! It's still trying to give me a heart attack on a weekly basis, and it's always a pleasure to drag more people into this particular hell 😌

I'm cracking up at your description, but it's accurate for sure. If it helps, Nanami continues to make me fucking insane. His death scene is still my favorite, and while I prefer the manga's handling of it over the anime, they did a beautiful job with his final smile as well as Yuuji's later remembrance.

I shouldn't get started on the Yuuji scene because I will not be coherent (if you hear howling in the wind, it's me), but that scene drove me insane in the manga, and the anime went above and fucking beyond. I keep saying it's orgasmic, and know what, I mean it. Yuuji's expression, the insanely good voice acting, the hunting sequence—fuck me, that's art.

(Brb eating glass.)

Ah, damn :/ I think you could upload it somewhere and send a link on anon, if you'd like to. I used to have submissions turned on, but after Tumblr made it impossible to send anon asks without a blog, some charming fellows started trying to use the submission feature to send me bullshit while circumventing anon block. And now it stays off.

Good luck, and stay hydrated! Or binge like a demon and emerge on the other side sleep-deprived and vaguely feral. I really can't judge because that's exactly what I did 😂 But the upcoming arc should give you plenty of natural break points; it's pretty different from the storyline so far.

And thank you, hon 💗

#anon #i love my anons #werewolf anon

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fistsoflightning · 1 year

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crackling tension

for wolcredweek day 3 - trust/heart

this is excavated from an old fic i discarded, but is sort-of a prequel to ‘let it all be said’! somehow, it was more coherent than the stuff i wrote yesterday even before editing :pensive:

The room in Meghaduta that Vrtra had provided them for the night was almost luxurious, which was not that surprising when Zaya remembered that they were in a palace, rather than the Andron or an inn. Through some manner of alchemy—the same kind that kept the alchemists living at the Great Work from overheating, they assumed—the room was far cooler than the humid air outside, the difference and relief heightened by how much Thavnair had been on fire in the past day.

(It was also very nice to be crashing somewhere that was accustomed to accommodating Au Ra, especially after a day’s worth of fighting; the washroom counter had a number of sponges and scrubs made for scales that they had eagerly took into the bath, and on the bed was a set of pillows that would make lying on their side comfortable and hopefully save Thancred from any undue stabbing. There had been a note laid atop them, written in a deep red ink—but Thancred had picked it up first, made a funny noise, and pocketed it before Zaya could bother to look up from where they were rearranging their pack, their belongings a disaster from the rush to Thavnair. Something to bring up later, when they had time to spare.)

All the cool air and comfort provided hadn’t done shite for their headache, though. A bad enough omen on its own—all the smoke from the flames of Vanaspati was liable to give them a migraine the same way the reagents in the Great Work had a few moons back—but joined by the vertigo and the sudden wave of emotions not their own the moment they arrived in Thavnair to see burning skies, Zaya was inclined to believe it was the Echo screwing with them.

Which was fine now, since they weren’t in the middle of a battlefield or a crowd of people anymore—useful, even, given how the best plan they had was to hope whatever remained of Elidibus could speak with them—but it would be nice if the Echo would just drag them into the memory already so they could rest.

Zaya bit back a groan when the ache at the base of their skull flared, white hot as they curled their fingers tight, a dull throb in their knuckles from the strain. Alone, they might have shoved their head into the pillows and stayed there until the worst had passed. With Thancred’s arm draped over their waist, though, his hand pressed just above the base of their tail and heavy with sleep, there wasn’t much they could do without bothering him more than they had already.

Counting his steady breaths while waiting for the reprieve was easier than counting their own, when they managed to uncurl one of their hands from the sheets and gently press their palm against his chest, right over his heart. In, out, rise, fall—accompanied by the faint tempo of his heartbeat beneath their hand, it was easy to wait out the long seconds of pain. Zaya exhaled in relief when the aching receded into discomfort only to fail in biting down a hiss when it returned near immediately and shot up the sides of their head, hand reflexively gripping Thancred’s shirt in their momentary lapse of control.

They must have accidentally scratched him, with how fast he rose from sleep. “Good gods,” he hissed, face still pressed halfway into his pillow. One of his eyes cracked open to squint at them, still hazy with exhaustion.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, tongue cotton in their mouth, and reached back for a pillow to shamefully bury their head beneath only for Thancred to stop them. His eyes were clearer when he sat up; Zaya snorted at how his disheveled hair before immediately regretting it, jaw clenching at the bright spike being driven up their neck.

“‘Tis hardly your fault I sleep lightly,” he said lowly, bringing their hand to his mouth and briefly pressing his lips to their knuckles before letting go. He adjusted the silk ribbon tied around their horn, then brushed his thumb against the line of their jaw and asked: “Still feeling dizzy?”

Zaya shrugged, nudging away his hand to turn onto their back—it wasn’t comfortable, crushing their tail like this, but they needed both their hands. They raised their hands level with their forehead, index fingers outstretched as if ready to point, before gently rotating their wrists in opposite directions and motioning their hands towards each other.

Thancred’s eyes pinched at the corners with worry, the sheen of their limbal rings reflected as he searched their face—his work had taught him to misdirect, and to school his face, but his eyes were always so expressive when he looked at them (which Zaya liked) though often the emotion was in some variation concern (which they didn’t). They were still working on that, not making him fret so much.

He reached out again to touch them; they shivered when his thumb brushed just below the base of their horn, his hand warm against the scales of their neck, and again when he pressed it against some tense muscle. “May I try something?” he asked, and when they nodded sedately in his hold he smiled faintly. “I fear I’ll need you to sit up, bluebird.”

#ffxiv #wolcred #thancred x wol #wolcred week 2023 #wolcred week #thancred waters #c: zaya qestir #s: bound by faith #elie writes #another to add to the pile of fics i might finish eventually

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autumnalmind · 11 months

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.: The Intro :.

Void / Aki || 25+ || They/He || Nonbinary

Cladotherian: Felidae / Cats

Therian + Past lives

Otherkin + Fickin

currently self-Dx’d system (seeking professional diagnosis)

The Rundown:

Hiya, I’m Void / Aki! This blog is a remade version of an older one...as well as reworked from what it used to be. I am constantly learning to understand myself better, learn new things, and make friends.

Feelings of being nonhuman have persisted since I was young, and... This is me putting it to a semi-active blog, to stretch those sides of me out, and be in a community that knows what it’s like [to have had similar experiences].

There’s still more to say, but I'd rather keep this short. I’ll put a bit of extra information under the cut- the stuff I feel like sharing- and... Yeah, hope you enjoy being around here!

TL;DR of Rules: Don’t be an asshole. No discourse, at all, no exceptions. TERFs and queerphobes, bigots, anti-kin, stay off my blog. I unfollow/block to my tastes; it’s not that deep if it happens. I’m not consistently on this blog nor have much spoons, pls be patient with me. (I’m not ignoring you.) Please don’t assume things about me; ask if curious, sure, but I’ll (system included) bring up if I need advice on anything. Most alters can be asked to front, but don’t expect them to magically show up. Consider it more like submitting a request; either they’ll show up or you’ll wait until they do, that’s all.

So the short of it... Always had alterhuman-like experiences, starting with Pokemon when I was in elementary school. A persistent, but subtle connection to wolves...and a connection to felines that has never stopped. If anything, only got more active with time.

I found the fickin community first, through OFFkin, but eventually that made its way to finding therians and otherkin. Kinda been at home ever since, if very quietly; lurking for years, on and off.

.:.:.:.

As of July 2022 (the time of me originally writing this), I’ve been self-Dx’ing as plural. To keep it short, I’ve already taken the MID with my current therapist, and we’re both working on getting me to a specialist. In the meantime, I continue to research, read other peoples’ experiences, and speak with my therapist about my experiences, but I’m unsure of when/if a professional diagnosis will happen.

For now, I, again, use plural terms to describe my mental experiences and those I communicate with in there, but... Only time and a professional can tell, I suppose.

[ There’s still quite a lot of denial in here, but I’m working to accept it. Doubt has only created further damage, and I function better utilizing system-based tips. ]

.:.:.:.

Decided to not save this for last, so... Links for those on mobile, as well as main blog mention.

Main Blog: autumnshaven

Sideblogs: liltieflingprincess ✦ jokersdiamond ✦ lovelybloodybites ✦ deathstime ✦ dammyrammy

Alter Main-blog: prayersfromaerith

Her “Roommates”/Sideblogs: spring-core ❀

Current... System List || Therian/Otherkin List || Fickin List

.:.:.:.

...Alright, that’s about it, I suppose. Quick bit of rules first. That will hopefully be more coherent than the quick-notes above.

Don’t be an asshole. Given that this is my space and I prefer it to be a zone I feel safe in... Just don’t. Transphobia/Queerphobia, racism, etc. will be blocked.

I’ve already blocked some people in the community, but... Don’t take it to heart if I unfollow or block you. I simply cultivate my space/what I want to see and...that’s kinda it.

I’m not consistently on this blog; I’m not ignoring you. This has been a problem in the past with new people & me, so I’ll say it now: I don’t often have a lot of spoons, these days. I need a lot of quiet time to recharge, or to limit my communications w/ people who I already know/am comfortable with. Again, it’s no spite on you if I’m just reblogging here or going silent; I just need a break.

[EDIT] Also suffering from a Tumblr glitch where my messages/IMs will be “read” for me and I won’t get the notif that I was messaged at all. Please be patient with me!

(However, if it’s been a few weeks, you’re free to poke me. Just don’t go overboard and we’re good!) But yes, I never do this to “intentionally hurt people” or whatever. Please keep this in mind.

Don’t assume things about me. I’ve taken quick note that- occasionally- there will be some anon who wants to say, “Actually, I think you’re [this].” I don’t want any part of that! No thank you! Just go, please! I will absolutely understand advice given in good faith (“Hey, what you described sounds more like [X], you should check that out”), but essentially telling me what I should do...no.

(As well, if I’m looking for help...I [or my system] will ask for it. Anything beyond that is a bit much, imo.)

I don’t get into discourse. At the current moment, I still have a lot of learning to do and I wholly understand that. So for that reason, I don’t want any- from plural sides nor alterhuman- to be brought my way. If I rb any of it, it is for __my own learning experience__. I do not want to talk about it. (You can still send an ask/DM, but there’s no guarantee I’ll respond.)

On that note: I can try to provide advice for otherkin/therians, but am uncomfortable giving advice over system-related topics. Personal comfort, as well as the prior mentions of denial I have over being a system, myself. I just personally don’t feel qualified, so please direct those questions elsewhere. Thank you.

I’m still learning terms, how to interact with the community, etc. Definitely wanted to mention this, after noting that KFF is controversial in the otherkin side and so are the terms “kinnie,” “kinning,” and “kin” [as a verb]. Wanted to give a heads up that, while I’m not the former, I’m still “learning the language” as it were, and might still use these terms. However, and I once again stress, I am not KFF.

.:.:.:.

Thanks for reading! Keep the rules in mind, and we’ll be just fine. Asks are open, as well, for anyone curious about...anything, really. We’ll get to it when we can.

#About the Autumn #Seasonally Pinned Post #I really don't know how people make short posts...#I simply ramble too much; it's not in my nature #to write things short and sweet #(not that I know how to! to begin with! but y'know!)#(I'd like to mayhaps)#anyways...here we go the rundown #I did my best; I hope it makes sense

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apoptoses · 1 year

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Look. Look. I wish I had a more coherent commentary to offer rn but I’m basically Armand right after Daniel tried to hold his hand. I feel like I need to run and find a place to hide from all these feelings 😮‍💨 truly beside myself. And I knew I would be and it still hit me like a ton of bricks. Chapter ONE ☝️ and you had me quietly sobbing into my pillow. I had to pause it like 3 times because it was getting a bit too overwhelming ngl. And I KNEW, and I still wasn’t prepared for it. And this!? “Sent a tingle through his whole face until he couldn’t help it, he reached up and touched the spot where Daniel’s mouth had just been” I’d been seeing this scene in my head so clearly for years (because it’s obvious that’s exactly how it happened!), and you finally 👏🏼 put it 👏🏼 into 👏🏼 words 👏🏼 one of Armand’s many Disney princess moments through the ages imo. 15/10 no notes whatsoever, the fact that this is going to be 10 chapters might actually kill me lmaoo I’m ready my lord 🙏 xoxo DA hopefully I’ll make more sense tomorrow, but for now just know what this is truly some game changing stuff ❤️‍🩹

Oh Dungeon Anon, if you think that hurts then you aren't ready for chapter 2 because I just made myself cry editing it hahaha It's been so long since I looked at the doc that I totally forgot some of what was in it and now I'm crying in the club over a topic that comes up when they're at a diner.

I am so sorry to make you cry but so happy you felt so much while reading it!!

And gosh, I just love the idea of Armand getting a cheek kiss. Like this isn't necessarily a come pull my strings fic but I do have some little role reversal call backs to those fics. Like Armand's touching his cheek there is meant to mirror Daniel when Armand kissed his cheek at the museum. Their history, to me, is built on those fics and I can't not consider it part of them when I write this post-canon type stuff.

And it's just sweet! Armand being hesitant for once, getting to sit in Daniel's lap and then not sure if he should kiss him goodnight. He loves him, he misses him, he gets to be the one pursued now! It's coming full circle for our baby ♥

I look forward to your continued reviews 🥹💖

#apoptoses answers #dungeon anon

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daviddelrealactormodel · 2 years

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TEN MEXICAN FOODS YOU WILL LOVE 💓

I don´t think I´m writing list articles in the immediate future so I want to publish most of the unpublished or not so known material of mine that I already presented for publication to comic magazines, food lists, food magazines, etc...

This list even when I presented it as a finished work the idea was to give a general outline to editors for them to tell me what else would they want me to add (if needed). The next list was presented to (if I remember correctly to toptens.com , listverse , etc...) You will see some repeated or more detailedly explained items from another lists of mine; I don´t think I am being repetitive as much as I am CONSISTENT and coherent with what I write, say and do.

One editor, just as a final note, did not give an explanation of why they didn´t want the article to be published... ... ... ... but mentioned four possible reasons:

1The list is too short or has fewer than ten items 2. The list requires too much editing (poor English or lack of proofing is usually the reason) 3. The topic is already covered on Listverse 4. The topic is not remarkable enough

Without more more forewords, I present you my draft called:::

Ten Mexican Foods That You Will Love 💓👍🐯🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮

My Mexico is a country with a lot good stuff and one of the best things to try is our variety of foods and drinks. Talking about gastronomy, much of our stuff (like the region of Tequila Jalisco, where Tequila is made) has been considered as part of Humanhood´s Cultural Heritage by the UNESCO. I have listed these ten foods in no particular order, why? because I hope and look forward for you to taste and love them all MI AMIGO!!! 1) Tequila. Made in: Region of Tequila, Jalisco. Type: Alcoholic beverage. Flavor: Strong, with different notes depending on the brand. Some brands you should try: Don Julio. Cazadores. Corralejo. Centenario. 1800 Añejo. Tequila is one of our most known beverages, it´s made by fermenting (and then distilling) the sugars from the pineapples of the Tequila´s Agave, a plant of the family of cactuses. It is a very known beverage in the world, and it is served in many different cocktails , be sure to try it with a Cola beverage (that is called Charro Negro) or with a grapefruit beverage (that is called a Paloma) 2) Mexican beer. Made in: all our territory Type: Alcoholic beverage. Flavor: Slightly bitter, with different notes depending on brand (Oh, by the way, flavors and fragances can be studied by notes, same as a song, you can hear chemists and tasters saying: Oh, this flavor (or fragance) has these and these notes.) Some brands you should try: Pacífico. Montejo. León. XX Lager.Negra Modelo. Bohemia. Bohemia Weizen. 3)Tacos al Pastor. Made in: all our territory and most mexican food restaurants world-wide. Check for the mexican food restaurants in your area! Type: Tacos (meat on tortilla) Flavor: Salty and sweet. Every important Taco Restaurant (Taquería) has his unique recipe with unique flavor. They are usually served with some pineapple which gives them a slightly acid and sweet taste and some kind of mexican sauce that makes them spicy and hot. Note: The first version of tacos al pastor is actually of arabic origin, but our own version of that recipe (with corn tortillas and our own added ingredients) can be found anywhere around. 4) Tacos de Guisado. Made in: All our territory, hopefully in many mexican food restaurants world-wide. Type: Tacos Flavor: All flavors can be included here. Tacos de guisado are tacos made up with pretty much all mexican stews ever: Mole poblano, Liver with onion (my favorite!), sausage with cheese, Mole verde, etc... 5) Quesadillas. Made in: all our territory and most mexican food restaurants world-wide. Type: they are folded tortillas with cheese and other ingredients. Flavor: Slightly acid and slightly sweet because of the tortilla. Quesadillas can be made only of cheese or add other ingredients such as champignons, sausage, squash blossom, etc... 6) Mole. Made in: All of our territory, but every region has some kind or kinds of regional mole recipes, the most famous of all is called "Mole Poblano" that means Mole from Puebla (Puebla is both the name of a city and a state). Mole Poblano is pretty much found all around Mexico and in all Mexican Restaurants. Type: Stew. Flavor: Complex and delicious, it is a combination of the spicy flavors of chiles, bitter and sweet flavors of chocolate and salty flavor of spices and meats served with it (chicken mostly but others can also be used). Every taste at mole stew is a complete sensorial experience. 7) Pescado a la Veracruzana (Veracruz Style fish) Made in: All of our territory. It was originally cooked in Veracruz, but now it is considered a world-class recipe. Type: Stew. Flavor: Salty, slightly acid and sometimes hot when chiles are added. 8) Tortas mexicanas Made in: All of our territory and many restaurants world-wide. Type: They are somehow alike to a sandwich. They are made with a big piece of bread with a lot of ingredients inside. It is important to differentiate mexican tortas from spanish tortas. In Spain they call tortas to cakes (as for a birthday party) and here in Mexico tortas are bread with ham, sausage, cheese, chicken, or other ingredients inside. Flavor: Lots of flavors can go inside of tortas, from chicken to beef and from pineapple to different kind of sausages (salchichas and chorizo the most known), I have also tasted tortas made with two or three different kinds of cheese. 9)Agua de horchata Made in: All of our territory. Most mexican restaurants world-wide most have it too. Type: Non-alcoholic beverage. Flavor: Sweet. Normally made with rice flour, some variants of the recipe include making it with oats or almonds, really tasty!!! 10) Mexican Wine: Made in: mostly the northern states like the Baja Californias. Type: Alcoholic beverage. Flavor: Depending on the brand. Mexico has a lot of kinds and brands of wines. Many brands have won awards around the world. Brands you should definitely taste: Casa Domecq. L.A. Cetto. Monte Xanic. Hint: Always ask your waiter for a recommendation on which wine to taste, they are usually very useful. Well, that´s all for now. Hope you have enjoyed the article!!! ¡Hasta la vista, amigos

#daviddelreal daviddelrealactor daviddelrealfoodexpert

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secondcupforyou · 4 months

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seventeen as texting habits (?) my friends and i have

disclaimer, this is purely for entertainment purposes and does not reflect who seventeen are as people.

warning! swearing

author’s note! this is literally just me being silly and means nothing, but i had fun. also!! another thing we do is use different hearts to react to messages, so i assigned them different hearts next to their name as i didn’t really know how else to incorporate that

seungcheol ❤️

spams at midnight when everyone else is asleep

note! this is either because of one person living in a completely separate time zone or because i dont sleep

gets “bullied” for texting too much

jeonghan 💘

turns embarrassing photos into stickers that are sent repeatedly

note! i swear like half of them are me and i dont know what that says about me

uses the goose emoji (typically when annoyed at something)

note! i dont know how it started but its never ending

note!🪿

joshua 🩵

completely forgets the group chat even exists, leaving them with well over 1k messages

note! please come home, we miss you

responds to a text that were sent at least an hour earlier even though the conversation topic changed completely

junhui 🤍

only comes in to rant about an obscure as fuck thing before dipping

low-key has a harem of people asking to kiss them

note! i know this isn’t really a habit, but this is like a good half of what we talk about??? somehow???

soonyoung 🧡

sends really short voice notes of just random noises

has had multiple (made up) affairs with the other people in the chat

note! it is both a spectacle and part of the harem thing

wonwoo 💜

rants about the books they’re reading

note! when these happen, we all sit around and give our opinions even though we have never read the book

always there, lurking

jihoon 🖤

info dumps about music that no one else listens to

note! sometimes its more thought out than normal

anime rants

note! only two of us actively watch anime and we have very wildly different tastes

seokmin 💛

texts in all caps half the time

note! we are all constantly screaming

changes the name of the group chat so much to the point where it has lore

note! in short summary: a bagel had an enemies to lovers arc with a baguette. there is much more to it tho

edit! i was just made aware that it was actually a pancake instead of a baguette but i swear there was a baguette that was a villain

mingyu ❤️‍🔥

constant talking about their celebrity crushes

gives up extensive updates on their working out goals/experiences

note! its gotten to the point where they are texting us while on a stationary bike?? i dont know what is happening on their end

minghao ❣️

calls everyone out on their bullshit

note! thank you <333 i think we would have lost our sanity completely without you

communicates via selfies

note! we have had full on conversations like this

seungkwan 💝

deletes their messages after getting embarrassed

note! it’s literally nothing bad lmao

sends voice notes of them doing karaoke

vernon 💚

does not know what is happening

note! neither do i tbh, save me

sends in a “song of the day”

note! no, we do not listen to each other’s “song of the day”

or at least i dont… oops

chan 💖

loses coherency after 7pm

communicates in polls where everyone else decides their life decisions

note! decisions have been made

mirajane’s rambles! did i post this to avoid my actual fic writing? yes. did i have fun with this? also yes. i will be trying to get my dino fic out soon though. hopefully. either way, i hope this makes sense?? some of these aren’t really habits but i dont really know what else to describe them as. it was also really hard to think of 26 total 😭😭

ooo and actually!! the heart thing i mentioned earlier is why i almost exclusively use the white heart emoji, so uhhh fun fact???

#secondcupforyou ��#seventeen #svt #seventeen fluff #seventeen headcanons #seventeen drabbles #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #svt scenarios #svt imagines

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