i did promise cursed thoughts about sylvari
this is way messier than my normal way of writing about sylvari cause its partially made up of messages i sent to a chat
Also most of these thoughts are nsfw so keep that in mind
(if you're in that chat, hiiii i am back on my bullshit <3)
thoughts detained under the cut where they belong
I'm starting with the least cursed and things will only get worse as it goes on
Sylvari being plants raises questions about how they experience feeling, like actual physical sensations
Plants are very much aware of different temperatures and they do "feel" things in a different way to us
And there are very specific areas in which plants are more sensitive to sensation
For example: tree trunk, not feeling much. venus fly trap hairs? absolute sensitivity, same with the growing tips of plants such as ivy which grow way faster when they realise they're touching something
So I think sylvari are sensitive but only in specific places, and they're really sensitive there
It might even very depending on sylvari type, maybe leafier ones are more sensitive than bark based ones? Or at least in a broader range of places
I would also raise the question, do they have more feeling in the places they glow? Because that depends entirely on what makes them glow
If its thinner areas of "skin" then i think I would be (but it could be an entirely different way of the bioluminescence showing, i'm still working on that one)
Since sylvari are plant and flower based, I am putting forward the information that very few (if any) flowers have only one stamen. Do with that information as you like :)
And the most cursed thought I had
Most plants do not bloom for the entire year. Would sylvari go into "bloom", so to speak?
Oh a bonus edited thing that maybe 2 people will get at most: Please consider xandrian/luminan junk for sylvari
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Hi!! I’m learning Norwegian right now and I was wondering if you have any tips about the language as a native? Maybe some slang or good books you could recommend! :D
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I'd def recommend having a look at NRK's website for free shows and films if you have a VPN. As for book recommendations I'd suggest the Phenomena series (I loved them as a kid), or Alvetegnet with Gravbøygen Våkner as an absolute favourite of mine with great folklore inspirations, and Sigurd Drakedreperen by Torill T. Hauger.
Some slang(?) for you:
Skjer? - What's up? lit. trans.: Happening?
Serr? - Seriously? shortening of "seriøst"
Hils - not really slang, but means to say hi to someone else for someone. Like "Oh, you're seeing them later? Hils", and when they see the person they'll say "Oh btw, I hilse from that person".
Lættis - Funny.
Klein - Awkward. Older meaning: ill/sick.
Legg - ID. short for Legitimasjon.
Those are the most common ones I can think of, but there's plenty more in different dialects; sju (skjønner du - you see) and læll (allikevel - regardless) from my own.
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They used to play the game a lot. One of them would say a name, and they wouldn’t ask the question aloud if they were anywhere even slightly public—secrecy was too ingrained in the three of them, and Mike had taken to it quickly enough—but they’d all hear it anyway: if they were a shifter, what animal would they be? They’d toss ideas back and forth, sometimes settling it at once, sometimes arguing for days. It was more fun than it had any right to be, and it hadn't taken Dustin all that long to figure out why: they’d never had anyone to share this with before.
Shifters mostly stuck with their own kind. In a town as small as Hawkins, that meant shifters mostly just had human friends, and politely avoided each other in the grocery store. It was part cultural norm and part instinct—something about being near other shifters made their animal side a little stronger, and animals don’t trust strangers. Especially strangers with sharp teeth.
Mike had practically had to sit on them to get the three of them to be friends. For the longest time, just being around Lucas had made Dustin want to bolt. Hares and badgers weren’t even natural enemies, but it was enough that they weren’t friends, and that some deep part of Dustin, the part that lived right at the base of his skull, knew that Lucas could maul him with one well-placed strike.
Will hadn’t been so instinctively frightening—no one has anything to fear from a mouse. Where Dustin got jittery around the other two, Will went still and quiet. But Dustin had been as wary of that as he had been of Lucas’s on-edge sharpness. Everyone knew Will’s dad was a rat. Will had taken after his mother, but you never know with mixed shifters, and no one wants to tangle with a cornered rat.
Mike and Will had met on the first day of kindergarten and become instantly inseparable. Lucas had moved into the house next to Mike’s during spring break of first grade, and they’d hit it off almost at once. Mike hadn’t been able to understand why they’d both balked so hard when he tried to get them to play together at recess.
Most people would probably have given up after a few weeks. But Mike was one of the most stubborn people alive when he got an idea in his head. It didn’t get any easier when he and Dustin got close at summer camp, but Mike started second grade with an iron-hard determination that they would all be friends. Whether they liked it or not.
It took a little over a month for him to get all of them in his basement at the same time, very cautiously playing board games. It was another month before the three of them spent more than thirty seconds alone together, and even then it wasn’t voluntarily. Mike’s mom interrupted a game to insist he take a phone call from his grandma right now. Mike went with loud and lengthy protests, but he went, and then Dustin, Lucas, and Will were left staring at each other in suddenly stifling silence.
It was Will who broke it. Will had always been much braver than you’d expect a mouse to be. “If Mike was a shifter,” he said quietly, “what do you think he’d be?”
Lucas barely hesitated a moment. “A donkey.”
Will nodded pensively. Dustin snorted. “Because he’s stubborn as a mule?” he asked, at the same time as Will said, straight-faced, “Because he can be a real ass.”
Dustin and Lucas both lost it. Will grinned, and then joined in the laughter. That was how Mike found them, collapsed on the floor and giggling, drunk on the cut tension.
They weren’t magically friends after that. But for Dustin, at least, that was when it had started to feel possible.
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got bored and searched this url to see if we made some new anti blocklists and found some truly bizarre accusations out there floating around (not even just from antis). like, apparently this blog has problematic takes on otherkin? I wasn’t even aware that we had any particularly strong stances on that topic. also whoever was out there accusing this blog of being pro harassment when it comes to catradora shippers? lol no you can sit right there fuck down with that nonsense.
although at least these accusations were interesting and unique, I’ll give them that
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Back in 1999-2002 I was in the Canadian Armed Forces. Shortly after 9/11 I was doing security at the airport for all the equipment we were sending over to Afghanistan with our troops (ammunition, weapons, tanks, etc). I was the only woman on the security roster at the time.
Now, I was friendly with the military police running the job because when you're friends with the military police they do nice things for you like not believing the bitch of a Padre (yes women Padres exist) when she tried to throw you under the metaphorical bus after you accidentally drive her into a literal HLVW (think military version of a semi truck)
So anyway, I was friendly with these dudes and one day they decided to play a prank on their sergeant back at base (who I was also friendly with). When he called for the daily update he was told that one of the troops had lost it and started shooting at everything. Just complete chaos and they still hadn't tracked down all the expended rounds (aka bullets).
Apparently, so I learned afterward when I was told the story by the guy who'd called it in, the sergeants very first reaction was to say "Oh my god is she okay?"
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I'd like to reiterate I was the only woman on the roster at the time.
The sergeant wasn't a misogynist. His response had nothing to do with me being a woman. He was just convinced that out of all of the soldiers on the roster I was the most likely to go off the deep end.
And the real kick in the teeth is I couldn't even argue that assumption.
Anyway that was more than 20 years ago and now people keep saying that I'm a zen master and it's absolutely possible to become a new person
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