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grudges, chapter seven | jake sully x male aligned reader

again, this is more of a preface to the following chapters that will be based on the second movie. i can't explain how excited i am to get into these next few parts, really.

content warning: domestic jake <3, no tuk (yet?)

y/n had been spending much of his free time with literature that had come from earth. there were thousands of different types of books all over the base, and he was nothing short of determined to read them all. convincing people to help him was the tricky part. he knew how to speak english perfectly well, but reading it was something so foreign to him. he had different humans help him through words, then phrases, all the way up to books. and after about a year of intense studying, he was able to sit down and read through chapters without issue.

he was so adamant on reading because of kiri. if he was going to take part in raising her, he would do what he could to fill her in on her human culture. as an avatar, she would be raised in pandora, and y/n didn't want her losing touch with the humans or her mother. reading human books seemed like a logical first step to learning more about their world.

he preferred to be near someone as he look over the literature. he often stumbled across words he didn't quite understand, or the characters would do something that just didn't make sense. he had found that the most difficult when he attempted to read "the iliad". they described it as some whimsical book that had started from the storyteller, homer, as a simple story told by word. that appealed to y/n as any other story he had head from the omatikaya was formed in the same matter. but they also explained that it was originally in greek, and the translation would be a little confusing because of that. he didn't understand why they willingly had separate languages, he imagined it would have been such a dividing factor in their world.

currently, he was sat in a corner on the base, with a book called "the awakening" in his lap. as he scanned over the book, he grabbed a pen he had been given and circled a word. he glanced up to jake, who was sitting across from him and napping peacefully with kiri. they had been asleep for some time, though, so he was sure he wouldn't care much when he woke up.

"jake", he murmured, reaching out and laying his hand on his knee to try and wake him.

jake barely stirred, shifting his position and cradling kiri closer to his chest. the child had become a huge part of their lives very quickly. they hadn't intended on taking her in completely when they brought her back to the omatikaya a few weeks after she had been born, but she ended up spending much of her time with the two. though it wasn't like they minded at all, both were happy to have her company.

"jake. what's a parasol?", y/n persisted, continuing to shake him slightly.

when he finally woke, his eyes were squinting and he groaned audibly. it was the middle of the day, he really should have been awake anyways.

"huh?"

"the lady has a parasol. i don't know what that is", he mumbled, showing him the page and tapping at the word.

it was embarrassing not to know something, y/n found. it was similar to when he helped the children on their first hunts; they were clueless and asked so many questions that he'd become visibly frustrated, but they were only children and they knew no better. and it must have been the way that jake felt when he first stumbled upon their clan. he felt awful every time he thought back on how he had treated him at first.

"its an umbrella", jake eventually explained as he finally awoke completely and his eyes had adjusted to the light.

"why didn't they just say umbrella?"

"it's like... a feminine umbrella. it's frilly and such. and it blocks out the sun more than it does the rain".

jake was incredibly patient. he taught him the most obscure of words, or helped him look them up. he watched carefully as y/n scribbled down "star umbrella for girls" next to the "parasol", the writing messy and much larger than the rest of the words. he was sure the scientists on base weren't happy about him defacing the books, but there wasn't much that they could say to a 10 foot alien.

"okay. i'm sorry for waking you".

kiri was still sleeping peacefully on jake's chest. many of the other, older omatikaya had told the two how lucky they were that she was such an easy kid. she rarely fussed, normally spending her time napping or simply staying in their company. they had quickly found that she loved the nature around them, so they stayed outdoors with her for most hours of the day.

but she was never really considered their child. she spent plenty of time with other families, usually sticking with the two other kids who had been in similar situations. the parents of these siblings had been killed during the war, nearly a year ago, and had been floating around from tent to tent with people more than willing to care for them. but they hadn't quite found their place yet. and as for y/n and jake, they hadn't become a completely put together family yet, either. they weren't mated, and therefore the other omatikaya didn't see the three as the family they really were.

"no, its okay. i'd hate to sleep all day", jake spoke, clearly holding back a yawn as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on the other's shoulder.

y/n wrapped his arm around his waist and smiled softly. they were all clearly exhausted, but they were more preoccupied on everything else they were responsible for.

"let's get out, then. we'll sleep tonight", y/n decided, and jake couldn't help but agree.

nodding, he started to stand up and shift the way that he was holding kiri. she was awake now, looking around curiously. immediately, y/n gushed over her, grinning widely as he watched her reactions.

"don't get distracted", jake scolded with a teasing tone, though he loved to watch the two interact.

happily, he handed y/n the child and shook out his sore arms. he was normally pretty achy with all the different activities he seemed to be constantly involved in-hunting trips y/n dragged him into, helping the humans with physical labor they weren't cut out for, general training-but caring for a baby had proved to be the most difficult.

"ready?", y/n questioned as he cradled kiri with one arm and slung his other over jake's shoulders.

soon, both were leaving the stuffy lab behind as they ventured towards their tree. they stepped along the path they normally took, the plants there beginning to deform under their constant walking until there was a visible pattern for them to follow. for a year, they walked back and forth from the lab and their home trees, slowly blending the cultures and customs of the two races that had once fought.

"plans for the day?", y/n questioned towards jake, who was always needed by at least one person in their tribe.

"nothing at all", he spoke with a sense of pride in his voice. he had gotten so much done already.

"really?"

jake nodded, though he was distracted as he ran his fingertips along multiple different plants, admiring the way that they each reacted differently.

"i mean, minus caring for kiri", jake elaborated.

"i thought i'd drop her off with my mother?", y/n suggested, absolutely loving the idea of spending the next few hours with jake himself.

jake's ears perked up at the thought, smiling over at his y/n. he nodded afterwards, clearly content with the suggestion.

"sounds perfect".

the three headed towards the healers' tent as they always did. both males ducked into the area, immediately catching vrrnu's attention. she was practically beaming when she saw the two, embracing both of them and wasting no time to hold kiri.

"how's my perfect granddaughter?", she whispered as she began to pace around the tent while bouncing the child.

y/n's mother was just about the only one who recognized kiri as their daughter. it was a conversation they avoided having, but she rarely held back her honest opinions.

"she's been great, mother. so great, in fact, that we were wondering if you could watch her?", y/n proposed, an innocent grin on his face as he tilted his head to the side.

vrrnu looked at the two suspiciously, though both knew she would never pass up the opportunity to watch kiri. his mother had come in such a wonderful full circle moment. she was now caring for anyone who needed it, whether it was from serious health issues or mild injuries. it must have been so freeing to go from the one who needed full time medical assistance to the one who administered it.

"not for long. we're just going for a quick walk. we'll be back before eclipse", jake promised, trying to match y/n's demeanor.

"of course. anytime. you know that!", vrrnu grinned as she took kiri from their arms, the now wide awake baby immediately giggling.

y/n thanked his mother repeatedly, and both males said goodbye to the child. jake then took the other's hand and whisked him away from the tents and the home trees, both conversing and laughing with each other as they walked together. they had slowed down once they were a considerable distance away from anyone else, y/n arm wrapped around jake's waist to keep him close as they spoke. he never minded how touchy y/n was, practically melting every time he played with his hair or held him.

"where are we headed?", jake asked, realizing that he had been blindly following the other's lead the entire time.

y/n had only shrugged, continuing to push ahead through the trees and tugging jake with him.

"i thought we'd head to the tree of voices? it's been a while", he proposed and looked to the other who had began to slow down a bit.

jake tilted his head curiously. y/n had only taken him to the tree of souls a few times, most of which had been to spend time with eywa while trying to get jake acquainted with their deity. but y/n had been floating the idea of mating quite often. it was something the na'vi was worried about, knowing it was a lifelong commitment that he would need to put much thought into. but he had known jake for over a year now, and he was completely certain that he loved him and saw him, and he had a feeling that the other felt the same way.

"what for?", jake questioned.

he had definitely reciprocated the feelings. much of it came from wanting to be bonded to y/n in that way, knowing both of them had put their absolute trust into each other. but he wanted to be seen as y/n's, too. he hated that kiri, whom both y/n and jake absolutely adored, wasn't seen as their daughter because of it. he was never able to contain his jealousy when one of the elders attempted to set y/n up with someone else in the tribe, but there was nothing he could do as they weren't official in their eyes. he didn't want to continue seeing the more intimate things they did together as wrong under eywa.

when y/n didn't answer him, he stopped completely and pulled him back. y/n happily turned around, reaching both of his hands up to hold his jake's face. after pressing a gentle kiss to his nose, he pulled away.

"just trust me", he asked of him, which was a surefire way of getting jake to do as he pleased.

reluctantly, he continued to follow and took note of their surroundings. pandora had been so much quieter since the war. so many na'vi and animals had been killed, and there was such a fear that radiated from the battlegrounds that no living thing dared to be near it.

y/n's demeanor shifted when he caught sight of one of the smaller sky people shuttles caught in a tree. he took a deep breath and glued his eyes to everything ahead of him, refusing to look towards the scene. jake noticed this quickly and sympathized deeply. he hadn't been affected quite the same way that the other had, but starting a war his first few months as an avatar definitely didn't set up well.

"it's okay. just keep walking", jake spoke, attempting to soothe the other.

y/n nodded, but his jaw was still clenched and he was digging his nails into his palm. jake grabbed his hand once he noticed.

it wasn't too much longer until they were arriving at their destination. they both ducked past some more overgrown shrubbery and walked beneath the glowing tree of voices. they had accompanied each other a few times to the sacred place, but the astonished expression on jake never faltered. y/n smiled, his ears pressing back as he looked at jake's reaction.

"you're pretty", he spoke to the avatar.

there were a lot of words to describe his appearance. y/n was constantly thinking to himself about how insanely lucky he had gotten, and noticing the features that made up jake. he tended to stick with pretty, finding it was the most fitting.

jake's face flushed and his eyes averted to the ground. y/n had fallen in love with the awkward smile of his, his ears always pressing back when he got flustered.

"why are we here?", jake asked, brushing past the compliment and looking to the other.

y/n shrugged, leading him further in as he contemplated his answer. he wanted to procrastinate it a bit and savor the little bit of alone time the two got with each other. both had been so busy, and he knew the moment they left they would have other obligations to tend to.

"stay here with me. for a little while", he asked of jake, suddenly turning towards him and taking both of his hands.

they were still figuring out their places in each others' lives and in their tribe. jake had proven to be a fierce leader and y/n had risen to his position naturally. while y/n attempted to connect with the human ways and their culture, jake did everything he could to distance himself from it. neither could have been any more certain of each other, both knew they wouldn't have been able to be where they were then without the other. it seemed to click for y/n when he took jake's hands so authentically, slotting their fingers together as if it hadn't been a struggle for them to do so at first. as if y/n hadn't used his human features as a way to ostracize him when they first met. suddenly, y/n's impulses got the best of him.

"you're mine", he stated bluntly.

jake laughed softly at the statement, his heading tilting to the side as he processed what he was saying.

"yeah?"

y/n nodded as he abandoned his hands and grabbed his waist instead. he preferred the contact they shared once he was pulled into his chest completely.

"yeah. you always have been. always will"

y/n's little ramble was full of sincerity, just as the jake's look of absolute admiration was.

"i'm okay with that", jake agreed with a cocky smile.

"i mean, even if the others can't see that right now. i wouldn't have done any of this for or with anyone else, jake. i've always known what you are to me and i'm not willing to let that go. if you-", he started, only to be interrupted by jake pulling him forward and pressing their lips together.

y/n would never be upset to kiss the other, but he wore an offended expression when he pulled away.

"i was talking".

"i was shutting you up", jake grinned as he allowed his arms to rest on the other's shoulders.

"you can't just shut me up. that's how it always goes in those books i'm reading. there's some dramatic, confessional speech about love and history and it's passionate and- you get it. you've read them. let me give my speech", y/n complained, looking jake in his eyes.

"what are you confessing? there's nothing discreet about us", jake asked, genuinely curious as to what y/n could be so worked up over.

y/n struggled to find a human parallel to mating. it wasn't like anything he had read or heard about. it was too physical, too permanent to be compared to marriage. there was no good way to go about explaining it to jake, and he struggled with the topic whenever it came up. he knew what he wanted from jake, but he wasn't sure the other had taken enough time getting settled in as a na'vi to understand the depth of the concept.

"mating?", jake eventually asked, finally realizing the last step that could really be taken between the two.

"yeah", y/n breathed out, suddenly wrapping his arms around his torso more securely and embracing him.

jake happily melted into his touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact he was able to share.

"i want everyone to know you're mine. eywa, my mother, the other omatikaya. i want kiri to know we're her parents. i need you to be mine", y/n spoke with all that dramatics his heart felt.

the two pulled away after a few moments, though both still had their hands resting on the other in some way.

"i've been waiting for you to say that", was all that jake said to confirm his reciprocated feelings.

y/n scoffed, laughing shortly after.

"you could have said it"

"i liked hearing it from you. i'm glad i waited".

jake followed suit when y/n closed his eyes. they focused on their breaths, the way their heart beats seemed to sync under the serenity of the tree of voices, and the beauty of it all. but jake grew impatient, reaching for y/n's queue but not daring to do anything without the na'vi's guidance. he opened his eyes when he felt the movement, nodding to give jake his approval.

"you know what you're doing", he encouraged the avatar, his gaze softening as he realized how nervous jake seemed to be.

pandora must have been so overwhelming for him. he had taken to it so much quicker than anyone assumed or expected. but still, these little things he had no experience with must have been something that weighed on him. y/n must have been completely in his own head as he admired jake, suddenly overpowered by a feeling of euphoria. it calmed and excited him at the same time, bringing a smile to his lips as he looked towards their queues bond together.

"damn", he murmured as he caught jake's eyes, who seemed to be in a similar reverie that he had been in first.

he only hummed in response, letting his head fall forward onto his shoulder lazily. y/n laughed softly at the effect that bonding seemed to have on the other, suddenly becoming so permissive.

"are you okay?", y/n eventually checked in as he found the two of them sinking to the ground.

y/n sat back, allowing jake to continue leaning into him. within a minute, he was practically pressed into his chest.

"i'm fine. perfect. just so tired", he was clearly losing to the obvious drowsiness building inside of him.

it wasn't too difficult to understand. such a strong connection made was bound to have different reactions. while y/n couldn't have been more awake, jake's walls fell. he gave into y/n as well as the exhaustion he had been holding in.

"get some rest. i'll be right here", y/n suggested.

he had his arms wound around the smaller's frame to keep him close. he slowly swayed side to side, trying to lull his jake into a sleep.

"thank you", the other spoke graciously. it was all the encouragement he needed before his heart rate slowed and his mind emptied.

y/n stayed there for hours. his legs had fallen asleep, though he preferred that to the pain that had initially built, and his back was aching from how long he had been sitting up. he knew jake wouldn't be able to sleep after eclipse then, but they'd find other ways to spend their time.

jake was still groggy even after his journey back to the home tree. he had parted ways with y/n, who had promised to lead a hunting trip earlier that day, and trudged along the path himself. he'd get to see y/n later that night, so he wasn't going to let their time apart get him down.

he wound up back in the healer's tent, where he seemed to be constantly now. he smiled sleepily towards vrrnu, who was holding his child and wearing a shocked expression.

"you mated!", y/n's mother exclaimed, catching the attention of both jake and all that were anywhere near the tent.

jake's face flushed and his tail twitched in embarrassment. how was she able to tell? did others know as well? he wanted the announcement to have been on his own terms, but he was sure getting it out sooner was better anyways.

"how'd you know?", he asked, his voice tinged with both worry and excitement.

ignoring the question, vrrnu embraced him. jake was startled by the action, but he didn't hesitate to return the hug and reach out for his child. when she pulled away, jake was cradling kiri and smiling widely.

"where's y/n? we have to celebrate. call the omatikaya!", she began to ramble, clearly so excited to have been a part of this.

"oh, no. not now at least. we just want to keep things calm around here. we'll tell everyone we can tomorrow. he's on his hunting trip right now and-"

"of course. we'll celebrate when he's back then, yeah? the whole family".

y/n had spent a lot of time contemplating what exactly his family entailed. clearly, he had his mother, his jake, and his kiri. they were perfectly content in their way of life. but he had grown quite attached to the other two children as well. lo'ak and neteyam were their names, and both jake and y/n felt so alive when they spent the day caring for them. but with everything on their plates, he struggled to decide whether he truly had the capacity to invite them into their family or not.

the swish of the arrow leaving his bow and driving into the bark of a tree had become less freeing than it had once been. his regular hunting trips were usually associated with spirituality and hunger, all tying together with those that followed and the weapons they carried. but the use of said weapons for war and violence had shifted the way he felt on his hunting trips. it required so much more focus and tenacity than it once had. and just like he had been recently, he missed his target. the sturmbeest scurried off, earning disappointed looked from the younger, amateur hunters he had brought with.

"why don't we call it a day?", one of the boys suggested as he trotted his direhorse alongside y/n's.

he nodded, but his jaw clenched in frustration as he stared daggers into the tree he hit. he was so off his game and he had no idea how to return to the state of mind he had once been so keen with. once he retrieved the arrow, he led the pack back towards their home. his shoulders were slumped more than usual as he expected the usual looks of pity he received when returning from unsuccessful trips. normally he was assured that they had gathered or fished plenty of food, but the atmosphere was different this time.

"y/n!", one of his acquaintances called out.

they had only spoken a few times, and y/n was convinced he had only began to talk to him because of his rank. he tended to lean towards pessimism, apparently.

"congratulations!", the other beamed, reaching a hand out to help him off the direhorse.

"for?"

"you! you and jake, of course. that's huge news. congratulations", he repeated, his tone seemingly genuine.

y/n tsked his tongue as if he was upset, but the pride he felt was hid horribly.

"he said he wouldn't tell"

"well, everyone knows. and everyone is so happy for you", he continued to assure as he trailed after him.

the looks he received were a confirmation that everyone did in fact know. he hadn't known how much their tribe truly cared before then.

"well, thank you. your support means a lot. where is he now?", y/n asked, smiling towards the friend of his.

"back at your pod, i'm sure".

y/n was in no way surprised to hear the laughter coming from his pod. the three children had gotten along so well and never had trouble entertaining each other. he walked in to see neteyam, the oldest at just over two years old, happily curled up and sound asleep. the other two, however, sat in jake's lap and tugged on his hair while screeching with excitement.

"you told everyone", y/n scolded as he scooped lo'ak up to stop him from continuing to torment jake.

"i did not", jake corrected, rubbing his scalp and looking up the other, "your mother told everyone".

y/n only laughed, the story completely plausible. his mother could not keep anything to herself.

"it's the truth! she just knew, it was insane. and now everyone knows, i'm sure", jake whined, though his fake pout gave away the fact that he was more than happy to let everyone know y/n was his.

"they absolutely do. i had to fight off everyone wishing me luck or congratulating me", he hummed in response.

y/n was pacing now, trying to calm the overactive baby that was wriggling in his arms. lo'ak was definitely the trouble maker of the trio, which inevitably made him the most interesting to care for. he then slumped beside his mate, resting his head on his shoulder.

"long day?", jake inquired, only then realizing how little rest y/n had been allowed compared to him.

"the longest. though it's not a bad thing. it was probably the most wonderful day i've ever had", he reassured, looking up to see jake and smiling widely at him.

"as it should have been".

there was a long silence between them. lo'ak would huff every now and then, as he absolutely detested bed time, and jake would only shift to press a kiss to y/n's head.

"i think we should do it", jake stated out of the blue.

it was like he could read his mind. all of the concerns and guilt over the children swirled in his mind, constantly switching between finding them somewhere to stay or finding time in their lives to include them in their family.

"should we?"

"absolutely. you love them. i do too. they need something, someone stable to look after them", jake explained, as if this decision was an easy one.

"but do we have the time? they'll need everything from us. we can't be half in their lives", y/n wasn't necessary protesting, only weighing their options.

"we'll make time. they'll take after us and join in on our daily lives and when they're older, we'll do the same for their interests and such. we can make it work".

jake was right. they were each so special, so bonded, and it would be cruel not to include them. y/n had always assumed this would be the correct choice, but it felt so much different now that they were making it official.

"we'll make it work", y/n echoed.

they ended their day in a way that would soon become very familiar to them. they stayed close together, which would eventually become a tactic to attempt to keep kiri or lo'ak from causing any trouble, and mumbled quietly until they drifted off. neteyam was always the third to fall asleep, right after he was certain that his siblings had done the same. y/n would let them use his arms as pillows and would always insist on having one of his hands making contact with jake somehow. and jake always made sure that they were all asleep, all content before he allowed himself any rest. and they would complete this routine every night for a long while.

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Lore: Gnomes #1

Link: Disclaimer regarding D&D "canon" & Index [tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest]

Culture | Homelands | History | Religion ---WIP

Today we remember that the Forgotten Folk exist.

Featuring whatever scraps of their culture I could get my hands on while digging.

Including gnome and halfling solidarity; gnome weddings; birthdays; the toaster and some other stuff.

Then the three distinct groups: Svirfneblin, Forstneblin and Rock Gnomes who don't have a fancy gnomish name as of now.

Amongst themselves, the gnomes refer to themselves as the Doamun - roughly translated to "Us-who-endure," and their language is munthar ("us-talk"). The gnomish accent is something of a brogue; soft and quieter, described as having a humming or murmuring quality. Pronunciation is mostly flat, with a firm downward emphasis on stressed syllables.

Amongst outsiders the doamun are often referred to as "the Forgotten Folk", because history and the vast majority of non-gnomes often totally overlook their existence.

In the Realms there is a form of short-hand sign language that developed amongst workers in noisier industries to quickly communicate basic, vital information using arm and hand gestures. Gnomes and halflings have both adopted this into their everyday speech when conversing amongst themselves, and are capable of adding extra information or carrying on two conversations at once (one verbally, one by sign). The two races also have a tendency to co-opt human slang and make their own variants while living in cities, so that they can “talk in front of humans without humans knowing all that’s said.”

Gnomes deliberately keep to themselves, to avoid the violence and other trouble that often seems to plague other races' societies. Due to their lack of enmity with any particular faction, and their dedication to political neutrality, they also make useful intermediaries when there's friction.

Some call gnomes cowards, which would be incorrect - gnomes have martial traditions and the willingness to use them if they must, it's simply that gnomes as a whole have absolutely no interest in territorial borders, or having land be considered "theirs," or wielding power. These social constructs are foreign and irrelevant to them. Gnomes are largely content to live in their towns and villages hidden away from the world. Humans have begun to shake this ages-old neutrality, however, as the never-ending expansion of human settlements has begun to encroach on the peace of gnomish homes.

This desire for peace and privacy is a factor in the fact that gnomes heavily favour the school of Illusion when it comes to magic.

Their lack of interest in riches and glory means that should a gnome achieve those things, the famous adventurer can expect to return to a nonplussed community that places no value on these things and sees them as just some guy. Maybe one with a head too big for their shoulders after spending too much time with the Big Folk.

Tidbits of overarching gnome culture:

Gnomes have a unique form of traditional dance called "slap-dancing" - the audience forms a ring around the dancer, and both they and the dancer slap the front of their upper thighs to form a syncopated beat between the steps.

Doamun history is an oral tradition, preserved by women in the form of traditional chants.

Gnomes are the master inventors of the realms, and have invented numerous clockwork gadgets. Including a kind of clamp that works as a toaster.

A birthday is a day to reflect on one's ancestors and departed loved ones while the individual is "still here" for another year. Visiting graves and telling the departed how you're doing is a common way to celebrate. (That doesn't mean there won't be a party though.)

While not on the same level as dwarves, gnomes can definitely hold their liquor.

The Doamun and the Hin ("halflings") appear to have had significant cultural exchange;

They both have the knowledge to concoct a very powerful painkiller called meerithaele. This drug is only used in the most circumstances, when the patient is suffering extreme physical trauma, or to ease the suffering of the dying.

When a gnome would count with their hands, as humans do with their fingers, they instead count the backs of their knuckles.

Apparently the Realms has a tradition of ancient magic based on runes, and the Doamun have their own form of it, but I can't find any more details. It's an old, dying art that most people know nothing about, even amongst the gnomes themselves.

Their famous philosophers include Nith Foelkor (884-929 DR) who wrote a treatise called Yoan Drae, roughly; "The life of a gnome." He posited that the only concrete truth of existence is what one perceives and feels.

Other traditions they share with the Hin include very similar wedding ceremonies:

While there are traditions for weddings, they're not that big a deal and the partners tend to invent their own customs, or at least their own spin on tradition, unique to themselves and their relationships. There is no standard dress for weddings, and the bridal veil is not a concept in their culture.

The traditional structure is as follows:

There will be an officiant, and the vows will be said in a setting of natural beauty - such as a glade or by a stream. The officiant will begin the wedding by beginning the "calling song", which will signal the couple to step forth - if it's a m/f couple then traditionally the groom will step forth, if it's a same-gender couple then the oldest of the pair is the first to step forward. These rules are not set in stone though, and the couple may chose to mix it up. There are many traditional calling songs, which are often customised to fit the couple. Sometimes couples write their own.

Once the two are standing face-to-face you have the usual "does anybody here object?" - It is not socially acceptable to actually object, unless there are legitimate legal issues (such as if this marriage is taking place in a realm/amongst a clan that doesn't recognise polygamy.) Naturally, many romantic dramas feature the romantic lead standing up and declaring their undying love at this point, but in reality that wouldn't be acceptable behaviour.

There will be a brief sermon on love and marriage, and a varying degree of religion, depending on how religious the couple/clan is. The couple exchange speeches they've written for each other (as before, either the groom or the eldest traditionally goes first).

The couple then spit on their left palms and raise them up to hold hands as the officiant begins a lucky chant to bless their wedding. The bodily fluid is usually spit, doesn't have to be - you could use tears of joy, or blood, for example. They will then embrace, kiss and exchange tokens. These tokens can be anything, including rings, though those are not the default.

Then the reception; dancing, music, food and then the couple goes off to enjoy some private time - said private time may be anything from planting a new seed as a symbolic ritual to going on some kind of quest/adventure together.

According to their creation stories, the first gnomes were born when Garl Glittergold came across a cavern rich with minerals. He breathed upon them, and they opened up to reveal the first gnomes.

Forest Gnomes The forstneblin live for around 400 years. They stand at a range of 2'1" - 2'10" tall and they none ever reach 3 feet, making them the smallest of the Doamun. They are the only gnomes that live almost exclusively above ground, and according to the creation myths were born from emeralds, which are sacred to them.

Forstneblin have made no mark whatsoever upon the history books, the most they've done is shut down logging companies and other incursions in their home forests, and even then their work and settlements are so well hidden by illusion magic that nobody realises they were there in the first place. Other defences include the local fauna, as forest gnomes put their innate ability to speak with animals to good use and use them as an information network. Nature and life are sacred to the gnomes, and clerics are as likely to have injured animals brought to them for healing as villagers.

They have no quarrel with or even a mistrust of outsiders, they simply do not believe that either party has anything to interest the other, so they don't make contact. When they do approach an outsider, they'll use illusions to pass themselves off as a member of the outsider's own race. They are shy in their interactions, but pleasant enough and easy to befriend, and when it comes to outsiders they generally get along best with the races whose cultures share their love of the natural world; other gnomes, elves, and halflings. Humans, they tend to be wary of, as human industry rarely keeps the welfare of the environment in mind.

Their communities are rarely more than 100 people strong, and are sustained through foraging and a small bit of hunting. The entire hamlet is carved inside the trunk of a still-living tree, carefully constructed so that they are hidden within the boughs and almost impossible to spot. The homes are spaced out enough to afford the occupants sufficient privacy, and all sport cylindrical windows to allow plenty of light in. Each home has a passage down into the earth below the tree-hamlet, where a communal chamber has been excavated as a public space.

Forest gnomes have a great respect for their elders. The leaders of these communities are the eldest gnome in them, and they have no divisions of labour based on gender; everybody is treated the same. This leader wields no authority, they are simply afforded respect and their advice is valued on account of their long life experience.

Religion is important in forest gnome society, and clerics and druids are common. Their patron deity is Baervan Wildwanderer, who has charged them with the protection of nature. The gnomes, who love said nature dearly, are incredibly grateful to the deity for entrusting them with this.

Childhood is a time to run wild and do as you like under the careful, but unobtrusive observation of one's elders, and children usually learn the ropes of adulthood simply by observing their parents.

The age of majority in forest gnome culture is 20 years old.

As with all gnomes, forest gnomes have a love for gemstones and enjoy crafting with them. Forstneblin jewellery often features motifs depicting the beauty of the natural world.

Rock Gnomes Despite not having an official name, we do have the pattern for the names of gnomish subraces, and the word for "rocks." I would hazard a guess it's Cammarneblin, though obviously that's a headcanon. Rock gnomes are associated with diamonds, and favour those sacred stones in their craftswork.

Their homes tend to be underground, in "burrows." If they live in a human city, they'll usually buy a house and start extending the basement (or make one, if none is available). Human cities with a significant gnome population may end up with some kind of underground warrens populated by the gnome community.

They live for 350-500 years, and stand between 3' - 3'6" tall. Rock gnome children have hair that can be any range of colour, including the ones seen on humans, or any other colour on the light spectrum - however their hair will begin to turn white or grey once they reach adulthood. Their skin comes in any shade of brown, although they don't tan or pale.

Rock gnomes are the most commonly encountered gnomes, and the ones you'll find in human cities (although the vast majority of them have no interest in living there).

Their culture places great emphasis on the importance of the journey over the destination. It's the learning and the joy of creation that makes things like jewelling, and gem cutting, and alchemy, and magic, and inventing so wonderful, not whatever the end product is - although it's certainly nice if that product is beneficial. Life itself is one big journey, and it is to be enjoyed as much as possible. Play is just as important as work, and if those can be the same thing then that's all the better.

As with their forest cousins, children are given free reign to explore the world at their own pace. While all young rock gnomes are expected to learn basic self-defence, and a useful trade, they're also encouraged to dabble and experiment until they find something that suits them. Youths are given a long time to explore what the world has to offer, and what they want from it, and rock gnomes aren't socially considered adults until they're 40. And then there's a party.

There is always a party. Rock gnomes do not need such silly things as reasons for parties, though a flimsy excuse can probably be found somewhere, if required. Said parties are wild, out of control, and may last for tendays. Part of the reason for that is that the rest of the time is spent working for tendays on end, and after stepping away from the workbench or the mine, working out what month it is and getting the cricks out of one's neck, what one really needs is clearly to blow off some steam.

Rock gnome religious philosophy holds that life and the world at large is a puzzle, meant for solving. The greatest joy lies in the study of that puzzle and the onward march of science.

While they hold great affection for their gods, attend services regularly, and often talk about them in daily conversation, they don't tend to be religious as a culture. To a rock gnome, the gods are present and reachable everywhere and always, and specific buildings and pomp and ceremony are just toys to wave around.

Prone to inquisitiveness and a highly sociable society (overly so by some people's standards), a common trait rock gnomes are infamous for is that They. Do Not. Shut Up. Ever.

They get along best with dwarves, who share their love of craft and creation; and halflings, who they share similarities like a love of a simpler life, home and family, and a good time. The fact that the Big Folk tend to literally and figuratively look down their noses at all three of them doesn't hurt either.

They are infamously bad cooks (rock gnome cuisine is either too bland or too salty), but their alcohol is considered excellent. They also make rock candy. Between their skill as brewers, their love of fun, and the dedication gnome musicians have to their crafts, gnomes are the best guests or hosts you can have for a good time. You are, however, entirely to blame for whatever shenanigans happen if you get drunk with them.

They're also the inventors of the firearm (gunnes), and the only people who've mastered their use. It is in fact common to find a rock gnome bearing a pistol.

Deep Gnomes The the shortest lived of the gnomes, with an average lifespan of up to 260 years. They stand between 3' - 3'6" tall, and tend towards a scrawny frame, sometimes described as "gnarled". They look like they're made of bone and sinew, although said sinew is actually a significant amount of muscle mass and deep gnomes are heavier than they look (average; 45lbs). Their skin takes on tones of earth and rock; brown, grey or brown-grey. AMAB svirfneblin do not grow hair on their scalps, and AFAB gnomes grow stringy dark grey hair (which may be dark enough to seem black). Likewise their eyes are dark grey to black.

According to legend, the deep gnomes were born of rubies, and prize those best.

The reality of survival in the Underdark means that deep gnomes are far more reserved and practical than their cousins. Their society functions on strict male and female gender roles, with each work force answering to the King and Queen respectively. The men make up the miners and the armies, and are responsible for expanding city limits, trade, and other vocations that require leaving their carefully hidden homes. The women take on the roles of maintaining their settlement and society; the water and food, fishing and farming, city services and maintenance, crafting, raising and educating the children, etc. Women rule inside the city, and men outside of it. It is possible to find svirfneblin outside of these roles, but it is very rare.

Their governments are monarchies, with the monarchs being advised by a council of elders. The monarchs are elected from amongst the city (anybody is eligible, but status within the community plays a large part), and rule only by the consensus of their people - deep gnome communities must be able to trust each other and cooperate to survive so deep into the earth, there is no room for selfish tyrants. Everybody has their place and their role, and everybody does it so that all may live. Kings and Queens are not necessarily married, though it is possible for a married couple to both be elected or for a governing pair to get married on the job. Regardless, these are simply jobs, and no relationship between the two is inherently involved.

Despite their practicality and apparent sullenness, the deep gnomes do not lack for creativity. They love gemstones and take joy in working with them to create art as much as any gnome; it's for the sake of their craft and the gems that they came to and remain in the Underdark.

Each svirfneblin settlement is unique in its design - featuring anything from smooth rectangular cuts to undulating waves and curves in artistic places. Their cities are well fortified fortresses, built near mineral veins. Homes are carved into the walls of the cavern, consisting of a series of small rooms with windows overlooking the city. The rich gnomes live in hollowed out stalagmites. Cities are much larger than the homes of other gnomes, often hosting over a thousand residents. As light and heat could give away their location, the deep gnomes simply don't use any such thing. They navigate purely by darkvision, and their world exists only in greyscale. On that same note, sound also carries, so these civilisations tend to be eerily quiet compared to what one expects from a lived in settlement.

Deep gnomes don't bother with keeping history or tracking the passage of time. The closest they get are two holy days; the Festival of the Star in winter, and the Festival of the Ruby in summer. The festivals celebrate the svirfneblin ancestral ties to the surface world, as well as their descent into and continued survival in the Underdark.

Naturally, they don't trust their Underdark neighbours, not any outsider really. The common practice of slavery disgusts them, and they would rather not deal with any society that partakes in it. Nevertheless, they are willing to engage in careful trade when required for survival, and Underdark trade being dominated by the drow, interactions with the dark elven merchant clans are a necessary evil. Surfacers tend to assume that svirfneblin are the "evil counterparts" to surface gnomes - as duergar to dwarves, or drow to elves - and respond to them with similar hostility and violence. Even if they're not assumed to be evil, deep gnomes are so used to being on guard for danger from strangers that they're sullen and suspicious of anyone they don't know, and many people write them off as rude and miserable.

Amongst themselves, deep gnomes tend to be warm and affectionate, and they're fully willing to adopt friends into this circle once they've proven safe to trust. When one of the community betrays their neighbours they will be brought before the monarch and council - whether it's the king and male advisors who presides over the proceedings, or the queen with her female advisors, depends on if the crime took place outside or inside the city. Rehabilitation of the offender is preferred, and punishments escalate in severity from shunning, to incarceration, banishment or execution. If banishment is the punishment then the exile will be armed and given supplies in the hope that they won't die. If the offender is deemed a security risk then banishment will not be considered.

Svirfneblin children are treasured and doted upon. Once they start puberty they will begin their apprenticeship, and at about 20 they will be considered an adult. There is no celebration or any note of the occasion; you know you're an adult when you graduate and start working. There is no retirement age, you work until you die. Gnomes live with their parents until they get married, at which point they'll move out.

Their lives aren't devoid of joy - the priesthoods are responsible for morale, and often declare an impromptu holiday when they feel the people need cheering up. Clerics of Segojan Earthcaller, god of the deep earth and the dead, also take on the task of caring for the elderly.

Deep gnomes tend to come across many lost, ancient magical artefacts in their excavations, and cities tend to preserve these treasures.

Their books tend to be crafted from lizard-skin and bioengineered fungi cultivated for the purpose. Svirfneblin fashion tends to sport a lot of gems and jewellery. Due to the lack of fire, they don't tend to cook. Fungi, raw fish and rothé meat all feature heavily in their diet, and most outsiders find their cuisine unbearably salty. They have two unique beverages; a unique, nameless brew made from fermented fish, and Gogondy which is a crimson wine made of... something, and apparently includes crushed rubies amongst the ingredients. Drinking it is said to induce visions, and is likely to knock you out after a few mouthfuls.

#Rock gnomes: hard drinking party people with guns and explosives. I love them.#gnome tav #long post

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Whenever you have time what type of dates do you think emperor zhongli would take the empress on

No rush and make sure your taking care of your self

This is such a wholesome ask annon TT

ahhh Emperor Zhongli makes me so soft UWU

❧ I would assume that because the reader is from a foreign land, you would have to learn about the language and script one way or another. Lucky for you the emperor is far too excited when you expressed a desire to learn about the culture more. So obviously he takes it upon himself to tutor you. Teaching you the styles of calligraphy and the nuances of his language. He's unbelievably patient, guiding your hand with his own to teach you the script, sneaking in some cheesy proses about love. He would even take you out stargazing on nights with clear skies, mapping out constellations with his hands and re-telling their stories like he had lived it himself.

❧ He is such a patron of literature, he could spend hours reading you epics and ballads. Of course, it would go both ways, the emperor loves to listen to you talk about your own culture. Spending nights talking about the strange and wonderful stories from your mythology and history. Because everything about you fills him with pure wonder.

❧ During festivals, Once the palace rituals for the lantern rite are over, he would even sneak you out to watch the local theatre at Qingce village. (Even if it's against the will of his paranoid general). Softly translating dialogues you don't understand, loving how you lose yourself in the story. He would even help you hold the jueyun chilies you gathered for the ride back to the palace, even if they ruin his pockets.

❧ Zhongli also loves to take you around on walks. Dressed In layman clothes in matching top knots, passing under the guise of just another village couple. There's always a sense of calm that the emperor feels walking around the harbor, listening to the sounds of the city as it wraps up another busy day. And he has yearned all his life to share that kind of peace with someone.

❧ So he would take you around the harbor sharing candied oranges just as they light the evening lanterns. It makes most people look over their shoulders at the oddly attractive couple, but you won't really notice, you'd be too mired in your own world.

❧ If it's plum blossom season, he would take you to the royal garden, maybe he would even dedicate one to you if you like it too much. He would ask for tea and mooncakes to be bought to the garden as you two laze around the blossoms playing board games. Although by the end you chucked the pure-gold board piece at him for cheating at the game and then shamelessly denying it.

❧ Taking baths together; I mean obviously, the royal palace has its own hot springs. Bearing the title of the emperor, even if he is always surrounded by people, it still gets lonely at times. So moments like these are what make him feel very loved. He would place you between his legs, against his chest as he gently washes your back and shoulders. Most of the time he can't help but pepper kisses down your neck (0////0). It makes all the stress of the day melt, washing away the ache he feels from sitting on the throne all day long. It is even better when you are washing his long hair and idly braiding it with small flowers. The dragon in him loves this grooming. It's very intimate, but not really sexual. It makes him want to let down his guard as your company makes him feel safe.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli scenarios #zhongli #zhongli fluff

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Sonic Seducer - 2015, Interview with Till

"Rammstein is my life. My job, my family."

Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. A truism that no one knows as well as Till Lindemann. For more than twenty years, the 52-year-old muscle man has been playing as Rammstein's frontman on records, stage and paper with the Neue Deutsche Härte-Feuer - after several postponements, the time has finally come: with his solo debut 'Skills In Pill’s announced at the beginning of the year will be released in mid-June, the most discussed album of the year!

Outside of the limelight, Till Lindemann tends to be the introverted, taciturn type who likes to avoid public appearances and feels much more comfortable in the rough wilderness night fishing than on red celebrity carpets. After one or the other time in the recent past at least raised eyebrows - on the one hand through the rather bizarre guest appearance of pop singer Heino during the last Rammstein show at Wacken Open Air 2013, on the other hand through Lindemann's songwriting work for Roland Kaiser's new album, also keep your fan base in suspense with the collaboration with Hypocrisy/Pain mastermind Peter Tägtgren: On the joint album 'Skills In Pills' Till Lindemann rolls his enigmatic lyrics in English throughout and thus causes divided reactions within the metal World.

«Writing in English is a kind of a new start,» says Till Lindemann, explaining his discovered affinity for foreign languages. « A whole new field in which I can let off steam. It has become very difficult to write German texts today because I have already said almost everything in some form. Everything has already been covered. With Lindemann I'm starting from scratch lyrically. Free choice! An unplayed place waiting to be deflowered. »

The themes dealt with by Lindemann on 'Skills In Pills' don't really differ that drastically from those in his Rammstein texts or his two previously published books: Dark passions, the curse and blessing of various pills, and of course sex in all conceivable ways or form. This time, however, not in German, but with a double dose of deep black humor. « At first I wasn't so sure if the lyrics were really good because they came together so easily. It was too easy compared to the German texts. At Rammstein, six people work in their designated areas. Everyone has their place and their fixed area that they work on. However, you still have to reconcile six different opinions. Of course, this is not always entirely without complications. Nevertheless, we of course also learned a lot from each other. »

Knowledge that Lindemann brings to his solo project today. Until recently, the Berliner focused almost exclusively on his work with the Berlin pyro-metallers, but his urge to express himself seems to become stronger and more unpredictable with each passing year.

« I think it's normal to express yourself in different ways over the years. When you're young and you start a band, you put all your energy into that band. Music, stage shows, artwork, everything. Today everything is better divided so that each of us can concentrate our energies elsewhere. I can already say that this project will be a big part of Peter's and my future together, but my priority will always remain Rammstein. Rammstein is my life. My job, my family. I spend my vacation from this family with Peter. »

Holiday fun with a difference: With loud widescreen guitars, electronic programming and dark, erotic doom prose - switching off in Lindemann style. « It was also nice to travel up to the countryside to see Peter again and again. It only takes about three hours from Berlin and you're there. I visited him 20 or 25 times; even if sometimes it was just for a day. Sometimes he called and said I needed to come in for a quick recording. Then I quickly got on the plane and was there straight away. »

The result of these spontaneous excursions can be heard in the form of the Lindemann debut 'Skills In Pills' from June 19th, 2015. The continuation of the interview with Till Lindemann and Peter Tägtgren can be found in the next issue.

#till lindemann #lindemann #rammstein #2015 #interview #translation #*scans #*#thanks to ramjohn for the scans!

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Could I request Itachi and Sasuke with a s/o who isn’t Japanese in a modern au? Would they be open to the idea of one? Are they interested about the culture, language, food or history? How about the traditions and clothing and things like that? Would they share things about Japanese culture with them? Love your work :) 💜

wc — 597

type — uchiha i. x gn!reader, uchiha s. x gn!reader [ separate ]

tw — n/a

✎ i had a hard time writing up these headcanons, particularly with sasuke for some reason. don't get me wrong, it's an amazing request, but it took some time for me to come up with something. i hope you enjoy this regardless, and thank you for the request.

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❥ Uchiha Itachi is very open about learning your culture since he loves you so dearly.

❥ He uses your mini lessons as a way to spend quality time together, and he anticipates the next one after the previous one had just finished.

❥ It’s not just you teaching about your own culture, either.

❥ Every other day, you switch with Itachi, and he spends an ample amount of time diving into the deep history and origins of his Japanese culture (I headcanon that he’s a history lover).

❥ Everyday, the two of you also take turns in the kitchen, making your own cultural dishes for the other to try.

❥ Itachi definitely would enjoy eating all kinds of food that he wasn’t very used to, and he even compliments the dishes you make for him, making you feel a little special deep inside.

❥ Some days when you’re out in the town together, you’d point out some of the best cultural clothing stores you shop at, and this man doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your wrist to drag you to one of the shops.

❥ Honestly, I bet he’d be super picky about what to wear because Itachi would want to make sure he wears it properly and as displayed on the many mannequins in the store.

❥ You’d have to tell him that he looks rather dashing multiple times since he’s overthinking the entire ordeal.

❥ The language barrier isn’t very distracting or bothersome for either of you since you two have been learning each other’s language for quite some time before getting together to prepare for the future.

❥ In fact, you could say he’s quite proficient in your native language, but you’d still teach him all the little bits that foreigners don’t usually know about your language, such as slang and other unique phrases.

❥ All and all, Itachi goes into your relationship knowing he’d have to work hard to keep his and your own personal traditions alive throughout your time together.

❥ I feel like Uchiha Sasuke wouldn’t be as interested in understanding the differences between your cultures like Itachi, at first.

❥ It wasn’t until he saw you dressed in your beautiful cultural clothing that Sasuke grew an interest in learning, seeing as it differed drastically from what he was used to seeing.

❥ You’d find him looking up videos and pictures of the different cultural aspects that you grew up with including clothing, food, decorations, and traditions.

❥ One day, you would walk past your bedroom only to overhear Sasuke repeating different words from your native language along with a video playing on the laptop sitting in his lap.

❥ The curiosity from inside of you burst out of its shell when you went to ask him what he’s doing.

❥ With his usual, bored expression on his face, Sasuke would look up and be straight with his answer.

❥ He was learning how to speak your native language and make your favorite cultural foods.

❥ On a separate tab, you’d see a shop that you frequently bought your cultural clothing from which didn’t help the new smile coming to your face.

❥ Sasuke would share some small things about his culture with you, but he sees it as a way to get closer to your background since he didn’t have such a good childhood growing up.

❥ He takes it as far as bringing home food from restaurants that cooked your cultural foods or bags filled to the brim with multi styled clothes.

❥ Sasuke may not seem as interested in learning at the beginning, but if it means getting to grow closer to you, he’s willing to put in the effort.

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Accidental Siblings AU Headcanon #8

[Ramblings related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

I think as time goes on, and as baby Bokushi has more time to understand and explore his own interests, he'll slowly start building up his own collection of "toys" in his room that he plays with. So, here are some that I think he'd own.

Board games. Canonically Seijuro is a tabletop game nerd as seen from the Drama CD/Replace Plus chapters of the Teiko school festival, so I would think Bokushi is the same. He loves to use his head, and playing board games that require strategy would be his favorite. He takes great pleasure in roping other people into playing board games with him just to see if he can beat them. He spends very long periods of time reading the rules before starting games as well and will not hesitate to inform others when they're violating the rules.

Puzzles. It would be a perfect solo activity he could do in his room. And he doesn't go for the kiddie puzzles you can put together in 10 minutes. He likes getting those big puzzles that have upwards of 500-1000 pieces where the full picture displays a famous painting or something that he can spend time putting together across multiple days. Sometimes he could be in his room for hours sitting on the floor and putting pieces together if no one stops him. Seijuro may join him on occasion, and it becomes one of the ways they bond with each other.

Crossword puzzle books. Not necessarily a toy, but definitely something to help him pass the time. Again, he likes using his head, so crosswords would be right up his alley. I'd bet he likes solving crosswords in multiple different languages, too. One book for Japanese, one book for English, and if he has any other languages he knows (which I have a headcanon that he does), he'd have crossword puzzle books in those languages as well.

Rubik's cube. I don't think I need to explain why he'd own something like this, but I can see him solving one of these. Maybe he owns a few that are varying in grid size. So like a standard 3x3x3 and then he might have 4x4x4, 5x5x5, and so on. He likes to time himself to see how quickly he can solve it, too. If he beats his own records, Seijuro is the first person to be informed.

Playing cards. Again, Seijuro is canonically a tabletop game nerd, so playing cards is included in that. Bokushi would have regular playing cards of course, but I think he'd slowly start to add specialized cards for specific games and maybe even get specialized card sets for foreign games and learn the rules to those.

Legos. This one might be an indulgence for him because he had been fascinated by all the different things you could build with them but never had the time to indulge in a hobby like that when he was still sharing a body with Seijuro. So maybe Seijuro is the one who gets him his first set of Legos because he's seen Bokushi eyeing them in town when they passed by a store once. Bokushi's first set is one of those Lego flower bouquets and he liked building it so much that he periodically gets new elaborate sets to build. This is another one of those things that Seijuro does with him if he's around.

Anyway, these were just some of the ideas I had. If I think of any more toys and the like, I'll add them to this list. Or you can add your own!

#cuz now that bokushi has an actual chance to have a childhood i think hed use the time doing things he never had time to do as a teen #so like having a childhood but at the same time not getting into anything super childish cuz he is only 5 at the physical level #because these activities i listed are things id think hed unironically do as a 16 y/o if he were granted the free time #i tried to strike a balance in terms of the maturity of bokushi's tastes #anyway hope you like the headcanon #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #knb fanfic #accidental siblings #akashi seijuro #bokushi

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15 people, 15 questions tagged by @scarefox - thank you <333 This came at the perfect time since I am procrastinating having dinner and doing homework and this is obviously a very urgent matter. 1) Are you named after anyone? Yes, both my first and second name are from great-grandmothers. The first one is very meaningful to me.

2) When was the last time you cried? A handful of tears yesterday. I did something very scary and there was a lot of build-up and I suddenly felt very small and lost. Other than that... I can't remember. Maybe when watching The Untamed. Probably sometime in December no matter the reason, but not much.

3) Do you have kids? Fuck no. When my age was still a single digit, I would loudly proclaim I would never want to get married and have children and nothing has changed since then.

4) What sports do you play/have you played? I really like swimming if that counts as playing sports. I don't do it nearly as often as I would like to though, every other week is a challenge already. I've done aerial yoga on and off over the past few years and I am determined to get back to that. I love being suspended upside-down and swinging.

5) Do you use sarcasm? Yes but I am not good at it.

6) What's the first thing you notice about people? I don't know... how they look? Since seeing them usually happens before talking to them. Hair perhaps. Clothes. How they talk. I am not sure.

7) What's your eye color? Blue.

8) Scary movies or happy endings? I don't watch scary movies so it's happy endings by default. But I actually prefer an open, ambiguous ending, one that leaves me a bit unsatisfied and doesn't wrap up everything too neatly.

9) Any talents? I have always been good with languages, be it my native one or learning a foreign one. Not excellent but it comes fairly easy to me, at least to a certain degree: I did end up getting a tutor for Latin because Caesar was doing my head in.

10) Where were you born? At home.

11) What are your hobbies? Various textile crafts though it's pretty much just sewing at the moment with a sprinkle of knitting every now and then. I love to bake, I could spend all day in the kitchen. Does watching series count? If I am reading, it's also that but I go through yearslong slumps.

12) Do you have any pets? What a mean question. Living pets? No. But in my heart I certainly do. And I also have them in an urn on the window sill of my bedroom.

13) How tall are you? 1,65 m

14) What was your favorite subject in school? It was always something with language, in elementary German (until I had a teacher from hell) and later foreign ones, English, Spanish or Latin. I also enjoyed history a lot.

15) What is your dream job? Translator and editor but emphasis on dream since that is never going to happen. I do really like the idea of working in the costuming department of a theatre or opera house. I am actually doing an internship at the local theatre this spring and really looking forward to that. Am I really going to tag fifteen people? Let's see...

@scattered-stardust @toppingjeffsatur @die-schwanenkoenigin @told-the-moon-about-you @lady-guts @biveganpoetbat @ilovetextingandscones @hummingbooks @istilldontunderstand @sitron-sunni @fanfictionroxs @sorry-bonebag @bisexualbard I am stopping because that's already more than my anxious self feels comfortable with.

Feel free to ignore this or do this without being tagged. <3

#meins #playing tag #and now i am too tired for homework and really should go have dinner. and especially face the mess that my kitchen is.#it's bad

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Hello! I just came across your epilepsy awareness/information post on my dash, and I wanted to ask you something about it if that's alright. You mentioned that having seizures as a kid made you forget alot of stuff and you had to relearn how to read as a 9-10 y/o. Can I ask about that? What was it like? Did things come back to you over time or was it a square one thing? Where you ever held back a grade? I'm not trying to be nosy, I'm just honestly very curious because I've never heard of something like that. I don't have epilepsy so I don't know (but I learned lots from your post and the links you included). I've asked one of my friends who does have it and he said stuff like that can happen but we don't know anyone who has irl. If it's not ok you can ignore this message. I don't want to make you upset, I'm just super curious about what it was like to experience.

Sorry I sat on this for a few days, I've been thinking of how to respond to it. First of all, thank you for asking so politely, that gesture alone means a lot. Anyways, it's ok to ask about it, I don't mind. It's a very alienating experience that had such a heavy impact on my core development, I've always felt really alone and even embarrassed by it. Maybe talking about it can help someone else feel less alone/traumatized. (Long read ahead)

I don't remember a lot of what lead up to when the memories vanished, but I know (from what my mom's told me that my doctors told her) that it was a fucked up reaction to the combination of the dose of medication I was on and the seizures I still kept having despite being on said does. This was back in 2001-2002. I started the process of re-learning from square one in 2003 as a home schooled 3rd grader. It didn't stick and I had to start all over again a few times, and I was still in the process of relearning from 2004-2005, which is when I was 9-10 years old. Also it wasn't just reading, it was writing too.

From what I've gathered, I had a bad enough case of epilepsy where the child meds weren't working, so they had me on a low dose of an adult medication instead, Starting at age 6. There was no way I was making it out of that without complications. I don't remember if I just woke up one day without any memory of how to read, or if it was a slower process of forgetting over a period of days. It's all way too blurry. The school district didn't want to deal with such a personalized learning program for just one kid, so I was home schooled.

What I DO remember was how much time I would spend crying. I KNEW that I learned how to read already, I KNEW I went to school with all the other kids and passed all the tests/etc. I recognized the covers of books I HAD read, and even remembered what was in them, but the words themselves were completely foreign. Gone.

It was like looking at a copy of a book you already read, but it's a different language. You know what's in it, but you don't know what words or symbols you're looking at. I knew this was the language I knew, the one I was speaking. It was ripped away from me, and I felt so stupid. Being told I wasn't going back to school because of it made me feel like a freak. You never feel like more of a freak than when you're 8 years old, struggling your ASS off to read "Cat in the Hat" It hurt in ways I wouldn't wish on anyone. The word "shame" doesn't even begin to cover it. It all felt so damn heavy.

People at the library or books stores would chime in and say "Oh! You don't want that BABY book do you? What about this one instead?" And I would take what they handed me, smile until they left, and then I'd put it down and run to go cry in the public bathroom. I couldn't read what they suggested. I was so furious with myself, it always happened. When we moved out of state in 2006 (6th grade) the schools were more willing to work with me privately, so I was back in public school once again.

From that point on, I was relearning with tutors and teachers in total secret. I hid all of these struggles from my middle school friends because I was horrified how they'd react if they knew about my struggles. Middle school was already fucked up enough. The books I'd carry around that I was "reading for fun" around them were always decoys. I had medical paperwork (IEP documents) that required ALL classes to give me extra time for tests and book reports by law.

Even though my hard work DID pay off and I (obviously) learned how to read and write again, I didn't feel "comfortable" reading until probably age 14. On top of ALL THAT I also developed dyslexia, and I also already had ADHD too. So, it's STILL a struggle sometimes. It's just something I have to live with. I still to this day read really slowly, like, it takes me months to finish one book slowly, but goddamn it, I'm still fucking reading.

I'm 28 years old now, it's been a long time since then. It was a part of my life I was forced by circumstances to experience, and it took a TON of extra hard work just to get to where I am now. I want to give myself some credit for that, and I will NEVER let myself feel ashamed of this struggle ever again. If anyone out there had any experience even remotely similar to this, I see you. I see how strong you are. Keep your head up, and keep reading.

#asks #anon #ok to reblog for awareness purposes but DO NOT CLOWN ON IT SO HELP ME #long post #long story

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afra-blueraz · 11 months

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🦋 Meet Admin 🦋

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🦋 personal informations:

🦋 Main blog: @dia-souls

🦋 Name: Afra Razavi

🦋 Pronounce: She / Her

🦋 Age: 18

🦋 Date of Birth: March 24th, 2005

🦋 Zodiac Sign: Aries ( Ram )

🦋 Nationality: Iranian 🇮🇷

🦋 Blood Type: O_

🦋 MBTI Type: INTJ-A

🦋 Occupation: Student / Teacher

🦋 Height: 163 cm / 5.4 ft

🦋 Weight: 46 kg

🦋 Favorite Colors: Blue_Purple

🦋 Hobbies: I like reading books, writing stories, drawing fanart, playing video games, cooking food, and watching anime and movies.

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🦋 About my personality: In the real world I am a bit of a loner and don't have many friends. But I enjoy my solitude. I spend my time reading books. I am a very big bookworm. I am a bit stubborn in my thoughts and opinions. Due to the conditions of my country, I started working from a young age to help my family. My friends and family are important to me and I will try to help them at any cost. At the same time, I have a hard time trusting others and I may be a little spiteful and unable to forgive others' mistakes easily. But I am extremely loyal and love my friends and I swear to always take care of them and I will not let anyone upset them.

🦋 About my life: Just a normal student. Currently, I am a specialized student of foreign languages. I am fluent in four languages: Persian, English, Arabic and Spanish, and I am currently studying French and Japanese. I also have a part-time job as an English teacher and I am also a translator of articles, films and series. Unfortunately, I live in a country where the current conditions are not good, and sometimes I may publish irrelevant posts to support my country, and I hope you understand. I spend my free time reading books, drawing arts, writing stories, and watching anime, movies and series.

🦋 About my writing experience: I have been telling stories since I was young. Even before I learned to read and write, I used to tell my family fictional stories. So I have a lot of experience in writing stories. In writing stories, I do not limit myself to a specific style and genre, and I can write stories in any style and genre. My favorite genres are romantic, fantasy, horror, yandere and historical. I'm currently working on some long-form fanfics for the DL fandom, and I'll soon publish all my novels in book form on my main blog. Apart from all this, I am working on a big story that will be published in my country soon and I hope this story will make a big progress and become a big series. (Don't ask anything about this story because it is secret.) If you have any question about my DL novels, you can ask me on my personal blog.

🦋 About my drawing experience: I have been drawing almost since I was a child and could hold a pencil in my hand at 3 years old. Most of my drawing experience was on paper, that's why I am very professional in drawing on paper. And I started digital painting from the end of 2022. Therefore, I do not have much experience in digital painting and I may be a beginner. Of course, I try and practice every day to raise the level of my painting skills to achieve my desired result.

🦋 How to contact me: I'm active on Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram and Discord. Use the below link to contact me.

linktr.ee/afra__raz

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#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers fandom #admin #admin talks #admin afra #my art

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illegally-blind-and-deaf · 1 year

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OK ANASTASIA AND DMITRI HEADCANONS BECAUSE ILTSM (both musical and movie they've merged in my head)

- Dmitri doesn't know how to read. Which makes sense when you remember that he grew up in Imperial and Soviet Russia, so for someone of the working class it was very common to be uneducated. Anya is very determined to change that.

- Anya teaching Dmitri French is utterly hilarious because of one word. That word being "The." Dmitri yelling at a dictionary about WHY THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY ONE WORD and WHY DOES THAT WORD EVEN EXIST IT DOESN'T NEED TO EXIST WE DON'T HAVE IT IN RUSSIAN and also WHY ARE HALF THE LETTERS SILENT THAT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I'VE EVER HEARD and we couldn't forget WHY ARE THE LETTERS MAKING DIFFERENT SOUNDS??? WHY IS Н MAKING AN 'N' SOUND AND И MAKING AN 'I' SOUND ANYA I CAN ONLY LEARN ONE LANGUAGE AT ONCE STOP LAUGHING AT MY PAIN-

- Three words. Dmitri, Paris, Chocolate. Really anything that's not stale bread and cabbage in water but specifically chocolate. He's really cautious at first because obviously he's never had any in his life and he takes a bite and just- melts into nothing because it is the single-most delicious thing he had ever ingested and can he please have more- It's safe to say that he downed three entire chocolate bars in the space of 93 minutes and had no regrets.

- Anya spends a ridiculous amount of time orchestrating various pranks on Vlad and Dmitri because why not? The ones with Vlad were always really nice and friendly, like surprising him by speaking with him only in french, or making him think something was wrong so he'd go to the ballroom and find the gramaphone set up ready to play a polka. Dmitri was no spared any mercy. He got the trip sure, the fake spiders (he screamed bloody murder and Anya was dying of laughter for a solid ten minutes,) he got the sack of lentils that was actually full of rocks so when he went to bed it was... not pleasant. Hey, she was a wild child. (The pranks still persisted even after they got married, just not as mean... except for the spiders.)

- For some reason, idk why, but Dmitri seems like an artsy painter person. He doesn't think he is, but then he tries it and realises that he is very observant in the way light chances the hue of different objects and in how to catch the small things that make art lifelike. His favourite art style is a little cartoon that he does on the edges of notebooks and journals like a flipbook which keeps him entertained for ages.

- Dmitri likes flowers. Nuff said. Anya just buys him flowers constantly. The bigger and gaufier they are, the better. When questioned why, he simply says "they're pretty and I like pretty things."

- As much as Anya hated having to practice as a child, she is very talented at music. They have an old, 2nd hand upright that lives in the corner of their living room and when Anya gets the time she plays a little something on the piano. Sometimes it's a classic piece she learnt years ago that muscle memory still remembers or a little jazz that she's learning, or sometimes she just plays around with what sounds nice.

- Because I don't think Anya and Dima went back to Russia (because that's dumb why go back to the place that's trying to kill you,) Anya becomes a schoolteacher in France teaching English. The kids love her because she's firm but gentle and helps them all no matter what and sometimes gives them little treats if they've been very good. There was a rumor (in St Petersburg???) going around about a tall, brooding man that no one seemed to know who always looked grumpy and never spoke and many of the kids scared each other by theorizing that he was an evil spy coming to steal their food and toys. Imagine the shock they all felt when he knocked on the door one day with a satchel in hand and sheepishly smiles at Anya, who takes it with a smile, mutters something in a foreign language that was not English or French, and then KISSES HIM ON THE CHEEK????? SILENT MYSTERIOUS EVIL MAN GETS A KISS FROM SWEET, KIND FAIRY TEACHER????? Anya then explains that no he's not going to steal their food and toys and that he is in fact really sweet and he does speak but he's very self-councious because he's not fluent and his accent is thick and also he is her husband. SILENT MYSTERIOUS EVIL MAN ISN'T ACTUALLY SILENT EVIL AND MYSTERIOUS AND IS MARRIED TO SWEET KIND FAIRY TEACHER!?!?!??!

that's all for today folks до свидания (do svidanya) and dont die

#anastasia #dmitri #dimya #anastasiabroadway #anastasiamusical #anastasiamovie #anya #anastasiaromanov #cute #hey im bored and idk what im doing lol #ive obessed over them for way too long and i need validation #also am writing a book on wattpad btw #cool anyways bye

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Wgat about enji with a basement wife who isn't from Japan like from France or something, who went on vacation to Japan only to catch the eye of the no.1 hero who decides to keep them.

omg i am OBSESSED with foreigner!darlings... the potential is just too juicy, especially when it comes to enji 🤤 tw.yandere, physical abuse, noncon mention, going with a 100% tourist darling here

Especially a basement wife. He doesn't need to think about what the media might say, how people might feel about this so-very-rushed "love story" he'd have to fabricate if he made this public - no, he gets to enjoy you thoroughly and without any pesky lies and limitations. And you - poor, little, unlucky you - will be in for the ride of your life. Just imagine that tall, beefy, stoic man whisking you away while you don't even understand what's happening. Terrifying, really.

One would like to think that he's patient - a father of four, a seasoned pro-hero - but even when there is a language barrier, his affections, his wants override any need for words. I think he'd lose his temper quite quickly and be back to his old, quite abusive self. He might start off trying to communicate (after you're already sitting pretty in isolation, that is) but it won't take long for him to give up, to grit his teeth and to simply show you what he wants from you once he realizes that you can't understand him. Sooner or later you'll definitely learn Japanese (and I'd like to think that he knows some English - but if you speak anything beside that, have fun getting him to learn that haha) but getting there? It's gonna be rough. Be ready for beatings, for denied meals, for punishments so severe they'll leave you unable to sit for days. He's quite goal-oriented and you'll learn that soon enough. All in all, I think a foreign darling would be perfect for basement wivery, especially for someone as famous as Enji - your loved ones might declare you as missing, the local media might report on your case - but ultimately, your case will grow cold and with as much money as Endeavour has to spend, you'll never be seen again... Just how he'd like it 🤭

#ask #samalong1 #yandere bnha #yandere enji todoroki #tw.yandere #the concept is SOOOOO juicy omg #all i can think of is getting out of lawson and walking into a big fat pair of tits... unaware that a villain attack is taking place hehe #/endeavour

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Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(That one is long and english is not my mother language).

Steve can remember it — even though he was 7 at the time. Tommy stopped by Harrington's house and rushed to Steve's room. All of sudden there was a young and freckled and smiley Tommy shaking Steve to make him swear to keep it a secret that he kissed Carol for the first time.

The morning after, all of school knew. Steve didn't do it because he was mean, he just couldn't tell that it was something bad or unworthy of being proud upon — his best friend kissed a girl, after all. Carol did kick Tommy's ankles for telling Steve, and Tommy did give Steve a two day long silent treatment for telling the whole school, tho.

He couldn't even keep his own secrets, dear God. Steve's travels and grades and hook ups and hated foods were everybody's business, if it depended on him. Of course, that extended to his personal, personal life.

Steve Harrington always knew he was bi and was cool with it, since, well, everyone just assumed he was straight. There was no risk on it if everybody just assumed otherwise, he figured. The way he eyed guys at trainings and spent too much time alone at Tommy's house and had a soft spot for his swimming team couldn't mean anything, Steve's a ladies man after all, isn't he?

Yeah, he was fine. Until he met Eddie.

The day Steve met the metalhead, the DM, the guy Dustin couldn't shut the fuck up about, he was lost. Eddie was a magnet to Steve's eyes, his voice was melodic and all his manners made Steve smile, how did he do that? Suddenly he understood why his kids kept telling Steve how he and Eddie would get along just right — Steve hoped they would.

Eddie walks by and Steve has this impulse to just follow the guy with his eyes, not really caring who was around — especially if they're alone with the party. Time goes by and it gets worse, because now they know each other. Oh, Eddie was prone to talk to Steve now, to spend time alone and have their own inside jokes. And Steve's infatuation wasn't just glances anymore: he got vocal about it.

He compliments Eddie's curly hair, his handmade or customized clothes, the eyeliner Max bought for him, his painted nails and smiles and the way he light up the mood every time he enters a room. Yeah, Eddie is always willing to listen to any sort of rant Steve might go by and not make him feel dumb about anything he says. Steve feels safe and that's new, that's good. He might feel he's developing a massive crush but, yeah, that should be predictable by now. Predictable and pretty much noticeable.

Robin was a genius, Steve's sure of it. She could tell a musical note by ear, learn a foreign language in the middle of a crisis and is pretty good at acting her way out a situation. It doesn't matter that much, of course, because you don't need to be a genius to notice when Steve have a crush: you just need to be his friend.

Steve would go on full debates about Eddie and she would engage him on it.

“I swear, Robin, his hair is so soft, someday I will touch it if he lets me.”

“Oh, tell me about it, dingus.”

And he does. All day along, if she gives him the freedom. He does it because Robin's a safe person, and it's fun, it's so fucking fun it's unfair — be all giddy and silly and keep talking about a guy with his best friend, God. And she doesn't know he is well aware that it is a crush, just letting him be. Until, of course, she points it out — because it could be dangerous for him to go on and tell everybody about other guy's cologne and shit —, and all he says is a shy “hm, well, I know?”. She looks at him dead in the eye.

“What do you mean by 'I know'?”.

“I'm bi, Robs”.

Her eyes are wide. “Then why the fuck did you get so nervous when I told you I'm a lesbian?!”

“Don't be unfair, I wasn't nervous! I'm just not good at keeping other people's secrets.”

And she couldn't argue with it. He is shitty at hiding that kind of thing even if it is about himself, you know.

Dustin knows — he is the second one to do so. Of fucking course he knows. Because the little prat is always there, gravitating between his two older brothers for enough time to notice that they were always glued together, intertwined in their little world. Enough time to notice how Steve's eyes lit up as soon as Eddie entered the room and headed straight for him. Enough to notice that they were both smiling more, talking more, a little happier. And of fucking course he went straight to make fun of Steve.

When Steve was driving Dustin to a D&D session — what he, suspiciously and enthusiastically, volunteered to do —, they were both in silence. Steve was smiling like a dork and Dustin eyed him curiously. All of sudden, he shouted: “Do you like Eddie?”.

And Steve almost crashed the car.

“Hey, watch out, you dick, I didn't die to interdimensional creatures yet so I refuse to die because of you!”. And Steve doesn't laugh, so Dustin is a little unnerved cause usually he would've. Yeah, he was tense.

“Sorry for being so straightforward, didn't mean to startle you”, Dustin says, softly.

Steve looks at him for the first time, eyes watering just a little bit by noticing the kid's tone was reassuring and sweet. He sighs — that idiot.

“It's okay if you like him”, Dustin assures, not keen on making fun of him anymore, “really”.

And Steve softens. Because why on Earth would he think that Dustin could be anything but supportive? He hugs Dustin. An awkward hug, cause he was on verge of crying and the positions in the car were weird, but a good hug nonetheless. “I do”, Steve says, “liked him for a while now. I like girls and dudes, okay?”.

Dustin smiles widely. “You were always greedy, man. Who knows about it?”

“Only Robin”. And Dustin winces.

“What?”

“I might have discussed it with Lucas too”. Okay, great. First Robin, and then Dustin, and now Lucas, which meant Max also knew. It was getting complicated.

“He's okay with it — I'm sure everybody in our group is —, and he told me that I should say that he's bi too, if it makes you feel better?”.

Steve shout him a look, a really, really confused one. “What?”.

Dustin shrugs. “They come in packs, man”.

And then, finally, there was Nancy. As if he wasn't going to be humiliated enough, his ex would find out how whipped he was for the weirdest guy they know. But, to his surprise, none of it was humiliating, not even awkward.

Steve was a touchy person, specially with loved ones. He was willing to hold hands, hug, kiss their cheeks; and Nancy did know it firsthand. And when she saw Steve not-so-subtly going out of his way to put his arms over Eddie's shoulders, to pet his hair — he finally got the pass to do it whenever he wanted, just 'as long as you don't ruin my curls, Harrington' —, or hold his waist from behind, the way he only did to his girlfriends, something clicked. She walked on them during a meeting in the Harrington house. Loud music, some weed, friends kissing: like the old times, minus the underage drinking.

Steve had a smiley Eddie by his side and a hand on his leg, drawing circles on his skin with his fingers while they talked. Then Eddie got up (getting a frown from Steve), to run to the toilet because 'Mother Nature is calling, sweetheart'.

And Nancy waltzed to him, two beers in her hands. Steve smiled brightly at her, saying a really soft and maybe a little drunk “Nance!”.

She handed him a beer. “Having fun? I kinda missed those parties, you know.”

And he looked around, his kids talking loud and laughing and Mike shamelessly eyeing the beers he was not allowed to touch. “I did, too”, he smiled, looking at her again. “What are you so smiley for?”.

“I was just looking at you, all happy talking with Eddie”, she took a sip from her beer can, and Steve blushed.

“I'm glad I got to know him better”. Even if it was in that shitty context, he almost added, but didn't — because why would he? Everything was okay now.

“You two are getting along, aren't you?”, she softly punched his arm. “I'm proud of you, I mean, you found someone that makes you feel all sappy”.

He looked at her deep in the eyes, maybe to find that spot of mockery he expected from everyone. But there was none. It was Nancy. The same Nancy that helped him study to graduate, laughed at his stupid jokes.

“Thank you”. He whispered. “He really does make me happy. The happiest”.

She grinned, like she always does when she makes a correct guess. “You deserve it”. And then she gets back to her old spot, listening to Robin and her rant about some new movie that her menager won't put on the shelves no matter how hard she begs. She smiles even more.

It's not a surprise that Eddie was the last one to know. Because what Steve had in obviousness Eddie had in obliviousness. Sure, Steve's words and acts were a little weird, but not in a bad way. Sure, his tummy was filled with butterflies each time Harrington leaned forward to better listen to him talk about his favorite bands, even though he knows Steve's not understanding shit. Sure, he was dragging Steve along his nerd shit and, sure, Steve was willing to be dragged. But that was because Steve was a gentleman. Felling funny next to him was natural and expected, because he is charming and touchy and really, really good at making Eddie laugh. So, he kind of accepted it. He was liking Steve. In love, if you will. And was pretty mad at himself for it — Steve Harrington, of all people.

So, months go by. And Steve is still in love, and Eddie is still in love, and none of them are actually doing anything about it. Until there's Christmas. And they were stuck together in Eddie's trailer because snow was thick and Eddie didn't want Steve to risk himself driving home.

They were watching The Grinch, cause Eddie said he liked the guy — enough to wear a ugly sweater with Grinch's face in it, telling Santa Claus to fuck off. Steve thought the green grumpy thing looked like Eddie, but didn't say so, because the blonde Who lady might look a little too much like Steve and that may be used against him.

They were cuddling on the couch, and that happened without much thinking. They just sat down and in the next moment they were as glued as it comes. Steve was playing with Eddie's hair, the movie almost on it's end. Eddie was holding on Steve's torso, seeking the warmth the weather wasn't providing that night.

Steve's hands lowered, caressing Eddie's back, and he shuddered.

“What's wrong?”, Steve asked, voice hoarse from being unused.

“Feelin' cold”, Eddie whispered. “Could you lay lower? I wanna hug you”. Steve didn't have to be asked twice. He lowered himself and was facing Eddie now. His nose and mouth red from the cold weather, making him look like a deer — with his pretty doe eyes.

Steve smiled, hugging Eddie and putting his chin on his shoulder. “There you go”. He felt Eddie's smile against his skin. “It's late, wanna sleep?”.

Silence. And then a silky voice ghosting his ear. “Could we stay here a little more?”. Eddie turned his face back at him, finding Steve's lips in a pout, and his eyes closed. Eddie's cologne really felt like heaven that night.

Steve opened his eyes, finding an amused Eddie in front of him. “What?”.

Eddie chuckled. “I'm trying to figure you out”.

Steve smiled. “What did you conclude so far?”.

“That you like to be held, and gets really beautiful when sleepy”. He said shamelessly. It was really late and his mouth had it's own mind now.

Steve blinked. “Do I?”.

Eddie's eyes also had their own mind now, flickering between Harrington's hooded eyes and his mouth. “You do, I swear”.

Steve got to catch Eddie's eyes on his mouth for a little too long. And whispered a low, low 'Eddie'.

Steve was trembling, just a little bit. Eddie was pretty and the night was perfect and all that rightness made him disconcerted, the butterflies in his tummy dancing like crazy.

Unbeknownst by him, Eddie was feeling the same. God, having a former ladies man in his arms on Christmas night was almost killing him, specially if said ladies man was looking so, so beautiful by dawn light.

They kissed, not sure about who started it, but glad enough it happened. They kissed for minutes or hours more, who cares. But they kissed, fucking finally.

And they didn't have the guts to get up and go to bed, so Wayne was the one to find the two of them sleeping on the couch the next morning, with The Grinch tape still on.

Yeah, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Nancy and Wayne: now them all knew. After all, Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(Adapted from my twitter account @/sillycervero).

#anecdote #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #they love each other dearly and everybody should know that #thats what steve said to eddie when he found out the whole hawkins knew about them #oh god theyre stupid #romantic and silly thats what i am

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accidental-geo-main · 2 years

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How many Languages do they know? // D!CKZ Edition

What languages do the D!CKZ boys know? And how many?

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Bonus!Zhongli

Tags: based on language HC, mentioned Skirk (Childe), Mentioned Dottore (Childe), referenced Venti (Zhongli), I don't think Itto is OOC but Just in case,

TW : none that I know of

Notes: All characters are fluent in Teyvat's Common language. This is written based on the headcanon that Teyvat has multiple languages.

A/N : My cat did not want me to write this. She wants only love and affection and no writing. I wrote this today and I didn't edit so if you notice mistakes let me know!

Word count: ~610 || Not edited

Childe

He knows the basics of most.

Part of a Harbinger’s training is learning the basics of all major languages and communicating effectively in them.

He’s most fluent in his native Snezhnayan followed by Elegant Fontaine’s.

Recently his Liyuen has gotten much better. he can comfortably carry on conversations without getting confused.

His worst has to be Sumeru’s. Though that’s only because Dottore goes out of his way to sabotage his studies.

During his time in the Abyss, Skirk had taught him an ancient language. He doesn’t know the name of it or its origin. He hasn’t even seen any remnants of that language after escaping the abyss but after spending 6 months speaking it, he won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

Diluc

A little bit of everything

When he went MIA for those 2 years, he picked up quite a few words.

He can read or speak those languages but he can understand simple phrases.

He can speak traditional Mondstadtian (formal and informal).

It was common practice for nobles to learn Formal Mondstadtian and speak it regularly.

He is also fluent in Snezhnayan. He learned it before he got banned from the nation.

he continued to study the language after being banned if only to be able to write in Formal Snezhnayan when he has to deal with the Fatui or foreign nobles.

Kaeya

He knows 3 (if you count commons)

He knows Formal and informal Mondstadtian.

When he was little and just started learning it, he was so excited he would only speak in it.

Crepus always encouraged it. Loving the way the young boy's eyes would light up when he spoke the language of his adopted home.

Before his father left him in Mondstadt, he was taught Khaenri'ah. He can read and write it albeit at a child’s level.

When no one is around to hear, he’ll speak to himself in Khaenri'ah. He’ll never admit it but he’s terrified he’ll forget it if he doesn't practice every day.

Itto

Surprisingly he speaks a handful of languages.

On top of traditional Inazuman, He also speaks the language of the Oni.

He also knows multiple Tengu and Yokai languages.

He learned them after seeing a group of little kids bullied over speaking their languages.

It reminded him of his childhood when he was bullied for speaking his “demon” language.

It took him a while to learn them and he still isn't fluent but he’s able to understand and read them pretty fluently.

His pronunciation still isn’t the best though.

Bonus!Zhongli

Of course, the being that's been alive for over 7000 years knows multiple languages.

He knows thousands. Extinct or forgotten.

He knows the languages of fallen kingdoms and clans.

If you want to know the history of a language, he can tell you in detail.

It’s really an insult to think he couldn’t.

In order to make proper contracts with people, it's best to write in their native tongue for easy understanding and fewer Misunderstandings.

Not to mention, as a Certain Drunkard once taught him, Stories, songs, and any type of artform hold a different power when you understand it in its original language.

It allows you to truly appreciate the art in full.

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I feel it important to clarify the Language HC. They would be a mix/ inspired by multiple languages. NOT exact equivalents. (Mondstadt = German, Dutch, Swedish || Fontaine = French, Italian, Latin,)

There are more influences. This is just to give an example.

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Thanks for reading!

I have a tiny bit of an obsession with the Teyvat Language HC. It allows nicknames like Baobei (baby ) and Titles like DiDi or GeGe. These are all Chinese examples but they are some of the most common you'll see in the fandom.

If you have any suggestions for me, feel free to send them in! If you see any typos, etc. let me know!

Published: 10/25/2022

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lots of cartomancy talk in this one

I feel like the only Confidants I have I can work on are Chariot and Death right now, so I actually pulled up a spoiler-free guide to see what I should be prioritizing and I ASSUME THERE IS A CHARM CHECK EARLY ON BC WOW THIS FAQ IS HAVING ME SPEND SO MUCH TIME IN THE BATHHOUSE

can I be a dumb yank for a second and say communal bathhouses are really fascinating to me. I would never be able to attend one until I'm older because I am a happily fat person, but the concept is still really compelling to me. Is it like a public restroom, is it rude to speak to the people around you? Or is it like a hairdresser where you are expected to speak to the people around you? also this thing with the baths having different medicinal qualities on different days, is that a thing because that's really interesting.

I think it interests me because I am a queer who does not drink alcohol, so like... finding comfortable communal spaces is actually very difficult. You can only go to so many coffee shops, yanno.

Does Japan share the trouble that America does, that the places you can be outside your home are all commercial in some way rather than public spaces you're allowed to just go?

This is the kind of thing I think about playing a game like Persona which is trying to evoke a sense of place. There's this moment that I screencapped but now I lost it, where Morgana talks on the train ride about how they like foreign products (like soda and food) because they always feel more effective than stuff from your country. Which, if that is a shared experience in Japan (and everyone in the world, lets be frank) (okay except the UK, I don't uh expect things from the UK to be better) (no not even the tea) (wait i guess the chocolate, yes)

that to me is very interesting.

goddamn i'm fucking rambling.

Ryuji's confidant arc seems to be pretty spot on for a Chariot. He is good at his drive, his forward momentum, the urge to get shit done without always thinking things through. A Chariot is that friend you call in a crisis who will help you get through something so long as they don't have to make big decisions. He gives that vibe that if Reverie broke his legs and wound up bedridden for a while, Ryuji would be there like "hey what you need done" and would do the cleaning and shopping and helping Reverie limp around. THAT'S him.

But like all Chariots, he doesn't have a grip on the reins, which seems to be his broken relationship with the track team. It was that urge to act (goaded by Kamoshida) that cost everyone the team and the resources. He's carrying that around like an anchor pulling the dirt up behind him.

Also he brought me to a special ramen shop in Ogikubo so I think that's literally Harukiya. I even looked up images of inside the shop and they're super similar!

jfc are those the same bowls

Would love to talk to someone on the dev team about the decision to go from, to my understand, 4 games of fake locations inspired by real places to just straight up real places.

Props to Takemi for being actually pretty goth. The casual morbidity with her never stops, which I find interesting.

lmao I love the body language in this game honestly. The way she slouches to get closer and examine Reverie as he drinks more lighter fluid is in of itself good characterization.

Got some details on her which really elucidate the Death arcana assignment. (Fun fact, the Death card is also sometimes just called The Nameless Arcana/The Arcana With No Name.)

She fucked up something at the hospital and has been thrown out of the Tokyo medical community basically, so she operates her solo practice. Now, I'm not sure what the eventual plot here is, but Death can be a card for going through mourning and coming out stronger for it. I would be into seeing something about letting go of the lingering resentment about her expulsion and gaining peace from being the provider to small community that can learn more about her themselves, outside her reputation.

THAT SAID SO FAR IT'S JUST LIGHTER FLUID COCKTAILS, SO WHO KNOWS IF IT'LL BE THAT DEEP.

Meanwhile, lmao, fucking Sojiro. I am getting the feeling I am supposed to be reading him as just an omnidirectional curmudgeon, all bark and less bite. He's going to teach Reverie to work in the coffee shop.

Which reveals him as the Hierophant.

Now, I don't really know if Atlus knows what the fuck the Hierophant is. In P3, the Hierophant link was atrociously written, both on a technical level and the actual sideplot. It had frankly zero connection to the idea of the Hierophant? (it was the Old Couple and the tree, for those who don't recall, I wouldn't blame you for scrubbing it from your minds.)

And I have been really loud about how Dojima should have been the Hermit and the fucking Shrine Fox should have been the Hierophant.

I was assuming Sojiro was Hermit from his early remarks but now I realize that doesn't work with the frequent references to him being a social gadfly with his Hitting The Open Bar On The Lido Deck look. So...

A coffee shop owner for the Hierophant is frankly an interesting concept. He demands exacting behavior from Reverie but also brings him into the fold. A patriarch not of religion but of the cult of coffee, where the secret rituals and knowledge are about beans and tending to customers, that's a humorously apt take on the Hierophant.

When people talk about the Majors, I feel like Emperor and Hierophant get confused/conflated a lot. But the Hierophant is often what people are thinking of. They exert an outsized amount of control, they accept and excommunicate people to keep that control, and they are the keeper of the spiritual rulebook that allows them to have that power. They are the material gatekeeper in contrast to the spiritual gatekeeper of the Priestess. And while the Priestess is motivated to protect people by controlling knowledge, the Hierophant is not only motivated to protect themselves, but they are motivated to protect The Order, The Cult, The Religion, which also protects them.

All this to say: Hierophant of Coffee? Hilarious.

(Also retroactively explains why he's been such a Huge Bitch to Reverie, Hierophants hate everyone who threatens the social order.)

I don't know what it is about Reverie's face but it makes literally every needy dorky statement he says so much better.

ALSO? I WOULD HAVE LOVED MORE VOICE ACTING FOR HIM. Just gimme someone to say the chosen lines. I want some DELIVERY on these absolute bangers.

okay this one has been Hella Long so I'll make a new post for the enxt plot development

#cartomancy #p5 #persona liveblog

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