what i like especially about the pronouns in the goblin emperor is that this language doesn't just have the T-V distinction (aka informal vs. formal second-person pronouns, in this case 'thou' vs. 'you'), it also has informal and formal first-person pronouns. having BOTH of these distinctions in the same language lets you fine-tune your tone by mixing and matching. with only one axis of formality, when you use informal pronouns, are you being familiar in an intimate way, or in an insolent or dismissive way? when you use formal pronouns, are you being polite or standoffish? you can't tell just from the pronouns; there's ambiguity. but a language where you can use a formal first-person pronoun in the same sentence as an informal second-person pronoun allows you to distance yourself (via the formal first) while also being familiar (via the informal second), thereby achieving the conversational tenor known to linguists as Fuck Thee Specifically.
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I noticed you've been making more art of Machete and Vasco after they met again as adults - is this canon? Do they get to rekindle their friendship after all, or is it still brief and bittersweet? (I love your characters and art, btw!)
Thank you! I'm glad you like them!
It's canon, I believe. After their confusing and apprehensive friends-to-lovers involvement ended in their early 20's, their paths end up crossing again unexpectedly in their mid 30's and things gradually grow from there.
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Limerence
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Temptation within your smile,
Laughter that brought civilizations to ruin-
I would build monuments
If only stone could capture your beauty;
If any gem could compare to your eyes.
If any medium on this earth could even begin
A desperate attempt to translate to future generations,
The way I knew your skin felt so warm..
So delicious..
Even before my touch.
I've spent my life admiring the greatest art,
The kinds from history books-
The kinds that echo throughout time and capture humanity
In unthinkable ways.
You'd think I'd be better prepared,
That I wouldn't have stumbled or faultered,
At the mere sight of you-
But I did.
I've never known the complexity of art,
The deadly struggle of forcing ink
Or paint
Or stone
Or clay
Into some mediocre version of you.
Just so history can be incredibly blessed
With meager remnants of your elegance.
I've never been so awed by the curve of someone's lips,
That I knew beyond doubt,
Even art would fail to capture you
In your entirety.
x
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Do you think long-distance relationships can work? And what about if that relationship is online? Can two people make it work, or would it be too difficult?
Mhmm !!! It totally depends on the couple...
Everything has their pros and cons...
There is no guarantee that when a couple stays together they stick together forever...
I would just go with the flow, and enjoy the ride while it lasts, nothing is permanent, nor perfect...
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Every time Mario goes to rescue Princess Peach, and the journey takes more than a day, he finds himself pausing to stare up at a beautiful moon. The lands of the Mushroom Kingdom are stunning throughout his long travels. The night sky is spectacular. And the moon is such a gorgeous beacon up there, visible from every vantage point. He wonders, as he stares up at the moon, if she is looking at it, too. Even if they are apart, perhaps they unknowingly share this moment of reprieve. Gazing up at the stars together despite the distance between them.
Peeking outside her cell, taking in what little of the night sky she can see, perhaps Peach is wondering the same thing.
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What kind of love are you?
Love as a Performance
Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.
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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱. This, beyond being a testament to his softer heart, his rather sizable well of care, is a consequence of his time shared with Mystra. Being a worshipper, a follower and lover both to the mother of magic, Gale is far more familiar with giving than receiving. A tremendous deal more. Beyond those illusions of love, Mystra granted him nothing, and whenever she was troubled, even sour or short, it was Gale, doting Gale, who would smooth it out. In truth, short of the stars, he had offered her everything. His whole life to boot. Still, living for some years prioritizing Mystra, Gale's grown notably reluctant to ask for help. It's why, when strapped with the netherese orb, newly blighted and rotting to death, he'd sooner clamored in his tower than look to friends. He's loathed to show his folly, of course, and is far from a fan of stirring worry, but with Mystra, any ask he'd made was resolutely shunned, and from his lover, his deity, that left its mark. Gale--a giver, a man that wants to hope but doesn't dare to--is not a man to ask for anything. If ever he does, the ask is comically small, and even then, he expects to be denied almost immediately. Consequently, an eager kindness leaves him floored. Gale can read displeasure. (See: Mystra.) Gale's trained to soothe it, too. Yet, when confronted with the novelty of that same generosity, your resident Gale of Waterdeep is like a fish out of water.
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