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Chapter 13- Freak Out |Ghiaccio x Reader Angst + Fluff|

Warning: spanking, light threats, adult content, rape/murder mentions. MA.

You looked around slightly frantically, the busy street of Naples seeming to be flooded with people, despite it being nighttime. You were supposed to stay close to Ghiaccio, but you ended up getting lost. Where was he? You began to worry, panic setting in before you felt two hands on your shoulder, roughly yanking you back into an alleyway.

"I was looking everywhere for you! What the fuck!?" Ghiaccio screamed, gently placing you against the hard, cool wall of the alleyway. "Do you know how many fucking creeps are out here!?"

You went to speak but stopped when he pulled you off of the wall, placing two hard smacks on the center of your bottom, causing you to freeze up. You looked down, tears of humiliation filling your eyes as you suddenly went silent. What the fuck was his problem? You were already still sore from last night with Formaggio.

"I told you multiple times to stay near me! If you had held my hand like I suggested, you wouldn't have gotten lost!" He had a gentle grip on your wrist, landing two more even harder smacks on your bottom, causing a low whine to escape your lips, your bottom having a raw sting. "Why did you separate from me!? That was very bad!"

You didn't know what to say in this situation, feeling extremely embarrassed as you heard the voices of people walking by. "I.. got lost," you whispered. "I was looking for you. I didn't mean it."

He pulled you over to his car that was parked a little further in the alleyway, opening the door. "Get in now!" He snapped, swatting your bottom before you sat down. He buckled your seatbelt for you, pulling on the belt violently before slamming the door, causing you to flinch.

You had no idea what you did to upset him, and you were ashamed of yourself for not fighting back or defending yourself. If it was Illuso or Formaggio who pulled that on you, you would have said or done something, and you would have even said something to Prosciutto, but Ghiaccio caught you off guard He just spanked you in public for getting lost. You never imagined that this would happen.

You felt anger filling your body as he entered the car, your hand raising suddenly as you roughly smacked him in the arm, your hand slapping against his toned arm, getting no reaction from him. So, you raised your hand again, only for grasping it, holding your hand with light force.

"You think I give a fuck about you hitting me!? I don't care!" Ghiaccio screamed at you, despite his screams you didn't see anger in his eyes. When Illuso punched you, you saw anger and rage in his eyes. With Prosciutto, you saw a mix of anger and annoyance. But with Ghiaccio, you saw nothing but concern and worry. "It's pitch black out! You told me you would stay right by my side, that's why I took you with me!"

Now that you really think of it, Ghiaccio seemed to not hit you very hard. From past situations, Illuso and Prosciutto hit hard. Extremely hard, even when smacking you, Prosciutto had a strong backhand. You've sadly come to accept that being smacked around was now a part of your life, summing it up to being something you deserved. You're a criminal, a killer. You've beat males to death because Luca told you too in the past. You're no better than them. If hell was real, you knew that you would rot their in the afterlife. You choose this lifestyle. You made your bed. Now, you had to lie in it.

"What caused you to freak out?" You questioned, the anger quickly leaving your body. "Are you even my boyfriend really? We don't act like a couple. You don't need to worry about me, I'm not any concern of yours." You were trying to help, but your words seemed to anger him now. Fuck. Well, now he was mad.

He shook his head, leaning forward as he crashed his lips into yours roughly, giving you a very wet, sloppy kiss. He closed his eyes as he kissed you, his hand wrapping around your waist, tongue slipping into your mouth.

As he pulled away, he quickly turned his face away before he could see you. "You're my girlfriend. Your entire life and safety are my concerns. I don't want you out at night alone." He placed his hand on his leather steering wheel, gripping tightly. "You.. need to respect me. I'm not being bossy, I'm doing what is necessary to keep you safe."

You scoffed, causing his grip to tighten even further on the steering wheel. "I don't really need you as a boyfriend, I already have Melone and Prosciutto and kind of Formaggio." You shrugged, knowing that he didn't want to be with you deep down. That kiss meant nothing. "I hear the comments you make when I'm not around. You want me to stay away from you, you think I'm unimportant. So keep feeling that way, I don't care."

"Do you think I'm unattractive? Do you not think I have any talent?" He kept his face turned away from you. "You have a problem with me, I can tell you do. So what is it that you don't like about me? Why am I not good enough to be your boyfriend but the others are?"

"I didn't even know you wanted to be my fucking boyfriend!" You snapped. These men.. all seven of these men were very fucking frustrating! You even had trouble with Melone, but you didn't mind him as much because you loved him and he was a great man with only a few flaws you could accept and learn to love. "When did you ever say you wanted to be my boyfriend!? And I think you're sexy! Angry guys are super in."

"What the fuck does that even mean!?" He snapped back, his eyes finally meeting yours once more. "You know what!? WHAT DO YOU WANT! SHOULD WE FUCKING REALLY DATE OR NOT!"

"What the fuck do you want!? You little.. you know, you're lucky I'm nice! I could of called you a bitch!" You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side. "Speak! Tell me what you want!" Why was he being so difficult!? You felt a huge headache forming.

He shot you a look of pure disbelief. "Do you not see my actions towards you!? I'm showing you that I'm on board!"

You nodded a little, "You look hot real hot today. Is that a new cologne I smell?" You smirked slightly, shrugging your shoulders. "I didn't mean to get lost, and you literally humiliated me in public. What's wrong with you? You little jackass."

"Do you think I wanted to do that!? I don't want to ever put my hands on you like that, but you left me no choice!" He yelled, and you were starting to realize that he yelled a lot. Was his default setting yell? "I didn't even spank you hard! Are you in any pain!?"

You shook your head. "Not really, no."

"Exactly, I was giving you a warning!" He started his car, turning the key. "Listen, I don't want to be mean to you. I don't want to abuse you, and I get no pleasure in spanking you or humiliating you. I just want to make sure you understand how important it is for you to always be safe and near myself or someone else on the team."

You sighed, leaning back in his leather car seat, your head turning towards him. "I really did get lost, and I was looking for you. I didn't separate from you on purpose." You looked at his arm. "Sorry I hit you."

"I'm serious about this.. do not go out alone at night. I don't want to have to give you a real spanking," he snapped, face flushing red. "Just go out during the day!"

"Goddamnit! I don't need you bossing me around, I already have Prosciutto and Risotto for that!" You shook your head, burying your face in your hands. "A real spanking? I'll really spank you!"

"Stop threatening me, I am being serious with you!" He started the car, the sound of the engine purring causing your head to raise. "I'm not doing this to control you, I'm doing this so I don't find you raped and dead in some fucking ditch! So you listen to me, and you respect that I'm only wanting you to be safe!"

You suddenly got quiet, eyes dropping to the ground - death was something that didn't scare you at all. You knew that one day you would die, and that's fine; what you feared was being raped. You didn't want to have to go through something like that. Maybe you should listen to Ghiaccio. It is a simple request, after all. "Okay, Ghiaccio.. fine. I'll only go out during the day."

"Call me, if you need something at night and can't wait then you call me and I'll get it. I will not get fucking mad at you for needing me to do stuff for you," he replied, voice suddenly going calm as you agreed to listen, but you could tell it was a forced calm. "I'll snap if someone fucking does something to you. You understand that?"

"We just started dating like three seconds ago," you replied, causing him to tightly grip the steering wheel to make a sharp left, causing you to crash into his arm, gaining no reaction from him. "That was a joke. You don't wanna laugh?"

He rolled his eyes as he pulled up behind the base, parking his car behind Formaggios. "So funny. I almost forgot to laugh," he muttered as he turned the car off, placing the keys in his pocket. "Are you upset with me?"

You suddenly smirked, wanting to tease him a little bit. "I want you to spank me again, maybe a little harder this time." You unbuckled your seatbelt, opening the car door as you began to step out of the car. As you got up, you felt a hard swat on your butt, him gently pulling you to sit back down, the car door closing once more. "You like touching my ass?"

He gave you a look of disbelief, his head shaking as he pointed a finger at you. "Hey, cut it out, Y/N! Your safety is no game! Wait for me to get out of the car, and then I'll open your car door and escort you out!"

"Okay, okay," you replied as you sat back. "Fine, escort me!"

He got out of the car, walking over to your side. As he opened your car door, he extended his hand towards you, causing you to cross your arms over your chest. "Goddamnit, take my hand now!" He snapped, causing you to immediately take his hand. He pulled you up, his hand tightening around yours.

He held your hand tightly, stopping by the door. "Do you want me to be your boyfriend? We can go back to before if you don't want me, I won't get mad or tell Risotto. I can respect you." He kept a grip on your hand, eyes staring into yours, softer then you've ever seen them. "We need to decide now because once I start dating you, I'll never be able to step away. I haven't been with a woman since my fiancé died seven years ago Y/N."

You froze, looking up at him, your other hand wrapping around his waist. You felt an ache in your heart for him, and then suddenly, all his actions tonight made sense. Was his fiancé murdered? You wouldn't ask him. Instead, you would accept him. A part of you wanted to say no, a really small part, but oddly enough, you felt drawn to him after the last few days being near him.

You could even accept him telling you what to do, and all of what comes with you disobeying him. Something in the way he talked, it was far less cruel than how Prosciutto talked or acted when he punished you. While Prosciutto wanted complete discipline and control, Ghiaccio simply just wanted you to be safe. And if it turned out he was just as bad as Prosciutto, then he's great at manipulation.

"I'm ready if you are," you told him, earning a serious nod from him. You knew after tonight it would be no turning back from your relationship with Ghiaccio. You hoped that it wouldn't be a mistake.

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industriallyinsecure · 3 years

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Do you still take requests? 👉👈 If so, would you like writing headcanons for a darling that doesn't understand the situation and is too trusting for their own good? Like, they got knocked out on the street by their yandere but when they wake up they believe that they just fainted on the street and the yandere is not their kidnapper but their "savior" looking after them while they were out cold?

I do still take requests! Unless it’s stated otherwise somewhere like the top of my blog or in the master list section, requests are always open!

Formaggio doesn't really know what to expect, but you wrapping his knuckles up and fretting over him like a hen was certainly not it. There’s a certain cheekiness to him, but nothing too overt. It’s hard for him to keep it a secret, so if you asked what happened he won’t hesitate to regale you with an exaggerated version of what happened. He really hopes you won’t ask, though. It’s hard for him to think on his feet when he actually needs to, but he always comes up with a witty deflection that keeps your mind off of it. Tries to use his wiles to keep you around for as long as possible until he is forced to shrink you and keep you tucked away in his underwear drawer.

It takes Illuso every ounce of self control he has to not burst out laughing. Instead he quickly puts on a concerned façade and acts like this was just a random act of kindness. He insists that you stay with him until he’s sure you won’t go blacking out again. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter regardless because Illuso can schmooze anyone into getting what he wants. He forces friendship on you and, hey, why not just stay over here for a while? You live so close and he’s obviously just looking out for you. Soon enough, you have a very toxic attention whore of a ‘friend’ that insists on controlling every aspect of your life. But, he was looking out for you, right? He saved you that day. He must only want what’s best for you.

Pesci doesn’t really know what to do. It was a moment of panic. He calls Prosciutto and is crying over the phone until his big brother finds him and helps him deal with it. Soon, you’re whisked away to a hotel room while Prosciutto looks for nearby apartments that Pesci could afford. He can’t bring himself to settle in next to you while you sleep, the guilt is overwhelming. When you wake up, he’s overjoyed that he didn’t accidentally kill you and that you seem to like him as well! More accurately, you were thankful that he saved you from being killed or worse, but to Pesci anything positive meant that you obviously reciprocate his feelings. Like Illuso, a toxic co-dependent relationship forms and soon you find yourself at the mercy of his constant self deprecation and gaslighting.

This was worse than Prosciutto thought. Part of the reason he took you was because he didn’t trust you to not get taken advantage of. Better him than someone who had nefarious intentions (ahem), right? He handles the situation well for the most part and frequently has to stop himself from taking you by the shoulders and shaking you so hard your brain rattles around in your skull. The way you shyly snuggle into his shoulder and thank him profusely tugs at his heart and confirms that this was the right choice. He’d enjoy this gentle domesticity in the moment and deal with your tears later if he needed to. It would be easy to subtly age you and bring you back into his arms if you felt well enough to leave, chastising you about taking better care of yourself until you were ready to go home. It’s sort of munchausen by proxy, but he’s not delusional enough to believe there’s something legitimately wrong. He knows it’s artificial, but he does play it up when he sits by your bedside and gently dabs a cool cloth on your face.

Melone treats it like a Misery situation. ‘It’s storming so hard outside and you’re pretty roughed up. All the power lines are down and the hospitals are full. I’ll take care of you’. In reality, he used a throwaway Junior he made just for this occasion to break your leg and incapacitate you. He’s not stupid enough to reveal that he’s your stalker, though. He prefers the part of the Good Samaritan that took you in and is taking care of you. He’ll milk the situation for as long as possible until it turns into an actual Misery situation where he has to break your legs again to bring you back. When you wake up the second time, he’s much more comfortable being lovey dovey and smothering you with love and attention. The first time was a trial run, but now that he tested the waters, he’s more comfortable snuggling close and watching movies with you while you recover, and he might even rub your feet if they’re sore from disuse. If you end up falling for your caretaker, Melone will be overjoyed!

Ghiaccio is afraid you’ve caught on to his ruse and prepares to incapacitate you again. In his time in Passione, he’s learned that no one is what they seem. But you’re oddly compliant when he tells you that you can’t leave just yet. Not that you could find your way back to Firenze, he brought you to the Alps for a reason. Yeah, it was a shitty little place next to a sheep farm and it was cold as all hell (not that he personally minded), but with the low temperatures it would be easy to catch you. He concocts a lie about how he was visiting the city and he couldn’t just leave you there. And you believe him. He then tells you it would be a while before you could go back because the roads were iced over and he couldn’t get his car to start. And you believed him again. As long as you’d blindly believe his words, he could keep you snug and safely nestled away in a little Alpine village until you eventually return his love. You’re obligated to, after all he’s done.

Risotto is always in combat mode, never once letting his guard down. When he slips his arms around your waist to reciprocate your hug, he’s actually just preparing to overpower you and crush you under his weight. He does enjoy the warmth of your body snug against him and the way you nuzzle into his neck. It makes his heart ache when he realizes you weren’t the slightest bit scared of him, and only makes his obsession worse. He knows very well that part of the reason he’s the way he is (meaning yandere) is because of the social disconnect in his childhood because of how he looks. But all he sees is gratitude in your eyes, and it fills his cold, thought to be long dead heart with a giddiness befitting of a child. He can’t help it when Metallica springs into action when you leave, but he’s quick to catch you before you fall, tutting and informing you that your foot must've been hurt when you fell the first time. No worries, he’ll keep it wrapped up and keep you at his dingy little apartment that he may or may not have bought for the purpose of keeping you tucked away.

Sorbet and Gelato take advantage of the situation. Gelato tries to exaggerate what happened and make it seem like they saved you from an onslaught of mafiosi, but Sorbet reigns him in without giving too much away or letting you know that it’s a fabricated story. Gelato uses any opportunity to invade your personal space and cuddle up close to you under the guise of taking care of you. Sorbet is always more subdued in his affections, preferring to just check on you and take your temperature once in a while. But if you finally ask to go home, they’ll let you go. They always enjoy a game of cat and mouse.

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ratmonky · 4 years

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Smooth Criminal

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One special fic for one very special person! <3

@a-nonnie-mousse wrote this at 3 AM and the horny bitch I am, I wanted to write something out of it!!

Here’s a link to her artwork of the same post!

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It’s been an entire week since Illuso had left Naples for a mission. The mission itself wasn’t difficult but he’d been looking forward to having a day off before Risotto handed him another file of a man he had to take care of. The target was in Bari, he’d stolen from Passione. To his surprise, the man wasn’t even a Stand user. It was an easy mission but it took him a literal week because of how well the man hid.

Simply, he was in a bad mood because of how much time he lost to find the man. He was both tired and very upset over why Risotto gave him a mission in Bari where he’d have to track the man with little to no trace at all. Melone would’ve been perfect for this mission.

He could’ve complained but he didn’t have the heart courage to disrespect his leader. That’s why he was going to the base at midnight, just like Risotto asked. The leader wanted Illuso to write a report on how the mission went.

It wouldn’t take long. Maximum an hour or two.

He could go home and finally open that bottle of wine he got from Gelato as a present. Getting drunk on red wine before dozing off would bring him in a good mood, definitely.

Illuso pushes the door open and the foul smell of mold and dust overwhelms him even before he steps inside. Covering his mouth he looks around to find the source of the horrible smell but he’s not sure if it’s the old food that’s literally decomposing on the coffee table or the horrid stains on the carpet and the walls.

“What the hell happened here?” he yells to the only person who seems to be unaffected by the smell and the mess around her and of course the only person in the base.

Shrugging you continue reading your magazine.

“How can you sit there and continue reading your shitty fashion magazine?” he yells turning around to indicate the mess around the base, “You were told to stay back to clean the base and take care of it. Not to trash the fucking place.”

You stare at him over the magazine but nonetheless flip a page in disinterest.

“You fucking-” Illuso snatches the magazine away from your hands, “Are you fucking listening to me?”

You click your tongue and give him a death glare, how dare he interrupt your ‘me time’!

“It wasn’t me, this happened because of Ghiaccio and Formaggio. They had a fight and-”

“I don’t care what happened, you were ordered to take care of the damn place!” Illuso interrupts you again and makes it clear that he doesn’t need to hear any unnecessary explanations from you, “You’re useless.”

“Oh am I?” you jump up from the dirty couch and point at him, “Who’s the idiot who lost track of his target and wandered in Bari for a week?”

Illuso’s shoulders tense, “What did you say?” his eye starts to twitch.

You smirk at him, “I said that you aren’t shit, Illuso.” your mocking tone makes his blood boil, “You’re the weakest member in our team. Even Pesci could easily kill off that target.”

“You don’t belong here, you can’t kill on command, you can’t work in pairs and you’re doing nothing to be useful to Passione. Why are you even here?” Illuso asks flatly, trying to maintain a calm tone to not start another fight between you two, “I’m not asking this to start a fight,” he assures but a sharp blow to his jaw from you gives him the answer.

Illuso halts for a moment as he brings his hand up to his face to rub his aching chin but it’s enough to make you regret your actions... just a little too late.

“Man in the Mirror,” he brings out his Stand even if it’s in the rules that nobody in the team were allowed to use their stands during an argument.

Before you can manage to call out your own Stand Illuso drags you into the mirror world, leaving both of your Stands back at the base.

“This is going to be a fair fight,” he starts, rolling up his sleeves, “No Stands-”

“It isn’t fair, you deserved that punch!” you ineffectively tried to end the fight before it even began but Illuso wasn’t having it. You swung at him with every intention of starting a fight, it always has been in your nature to start meaningless fights.

“We’ll fight equally. I won’t hold back and you shouldn’t either,” Illuso sneers at you, you both know he’s more of a fighter than you are.

“Take me back,” you warn, tone low and dangerous.

Without warning, Illuso lurches forward, grabbing you by your hair and twisting it around his hand to get a better grip on it. He pulls your back flush against his chest and yanks your hair, “Just admit that you’re useless to the team.”

A startled sound escapes your lips when he pulls your hair harder, “Son of a whore!”

This wasn’t a fight, this wasn’t even equal as he said it would be. He was just taunting you and not giving you a chance to fight back. You knew he’d be unfair and wouldn’t let you fight him but he wasn’t even giving you the chance to argue with him either.

“Repeat after me; I’m no use to Passione and to my team.” he scoffs.

You’re the best assassin they could find, he knows he’s wrong. You’re superior to even Risotto with your Stand for fuck's sake.

“Die you dumbass!”

When you start struggling, he pulls your hair harder and reminds you once again as he’s done countless times, “You’re here just because of your Stand, without it, you’re nothing.”

You grit your teeth and try to twist your body to hit him. It hurts to admit that he’s right. Everyone in your team knows that you’re accepted in the hitman team thanks to your Stand; Back to Black.

With the power to wear your Stand like a suit, similar to Ghiaccio’s White Album, you could move within shadows. Your power gave you the ultimate advantage to kill your target without being followed or having to risk your life. Because once you drag someone in the shadows with you, their Stand separated from them.

This was the main reason why Illuso hated you the most, with Stands similar to each other’s, your fights mostly ended in a deuce.

“Same goes to you,” your mocking tone must’ve caught him off guard because you felt his hold on you loosen for a second, enough for you to use the floor as a springboard and slam into your teammate as hard as you possibly can.

Illuso lost his balance and fell backward. You fell right onto him with your entire weight, earning a pain filled grunt from him.

Not even waiting for another second, you make a move to get back on your feet to declare your victory over him but Illuso pulls you right back on the floor with him. He captures you under his weight, pressing you flat on your stomach while muttering, “I hope you eat shit and die.”

With all of your might, you try to use your hands to leverage yourself up but Illuso forces your hands down with his own.

“I’m stronger than you don’t ever forget that,” he whispers in your ear huskily. He’s out of breath and still isn’t aware of how close you two are to each other but you’re painfully aware of everything. Like how warm his chest feels against your back and how attractive he sounds when he’s on the verge of snapping.

The position he’s holding you down is even worse. He’s using his hips to hold you down while your hands are strongly being held down by his own and Illuso’s hot breath is tickling your skin.

It’s all too much to handle. You can feel your cheeks blushing and a wave of arousal hitting you like a brick.

“Illuso,” you call out his name desperately, “please get off of me.”

Your pleads falls to deaf ears, your teammate chuckles at what he thinks is your shame of losing to him.

“I win,” he declares and you nod rapidly to confirm his victory over you, hoping that he’ll get off of you as soon as possible.

But again, this is Illuso. He loves to brag about his win.

“Say that you’re a useless pawn without your Stand.”

You repeat after him without hesitation.

Illuso raises a brow at your submission. It was hard to even get an apology or a couple words of gratitude from you but now you were bowing your head to your literal arch nemesis?

He had to take it as far as he can, he wanted to see how much he could milk this.

“Who’s the worst and weakest Stand user in the team?”

“Me.”

“It’s your fault that we’re not getting paid enough, you’re nothing but a nuisance to our team.”

“Yes.”

After you admit another dozen ‘facts’ he finally got bored. It wasn’t fun at all when you weren’t resisting or calling him names while cursing.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he mutters to himself.

He pushes his torso up with his hands and turns you to face him so he can lecture you about how you should do as you’re told by your higher ups but the words don't come out.

Illuso stares down at your flushed face in awe.

(Had he taken this way too far? To the point to make you cry?

No, you weren’t crying… you wouldn’t cry because of his words.

Nobody ever managed to get to you, this had to be a prank.)

“Don’t look at me,” you cover your face with your hands.

The atmosphere of the situation suddenly shifts to something much more sultrier. Illuso would’ve looked away, got up and return both of you back to the real world to never talk about this again… But! He couldn’t. Not when you looked so cute, hiding your pretty face behind your hands, begging him to look away.

Sorbet and Gelato had told Illuso many times that the new member of the hitman team was head over heels for him but he thought they were baiting him on it. It had to be a lie. You wouldn’t even look at his way without insulting him or starting a fight.

ALl out of a sudden the realization hits him harder than any of your punches.

Illuso leans forward with a smile, “You know, nobody can see you inside the mirror but me.”

“So you can be as vulnerable as you want to be,” he adds by whispering in your ear, slowly pulling your hands away from your face.

Illuso finds himself studying your pretty face, “Melone keeps talking about how cute you are,” he purrs, ignoring completely what they were fighting about. He lets out a raspy sigh, “I never thought I’d agree with him on something.”

Blushing red, you cover your face with your hands once again. He enjoys the view for another second. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathes out.

You groan, taking a peek at him through the gaps of your fingers, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he smirks and raises a brow, leaning even closer to your face.

Your hands go to his chest to push him away, “This.”

Pouting, Illuso gives you the best puppy eyes he can pull off, “I thought you liked me.”

You decide to look up to his face and tell him to fuck off but you simply get lost looking in his eyes.

“I do,” you confess. Catching him by surprise.

Illuso loses no time on pressing his lips on yours as he hovers over you between your legs and you kiss him back hungrily. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to where you need him the most, Illuso is quick to roll his hips into yours to let you aware of his growing erection under his pants.

“I need you, Illuso.”

Your needy voice sends shivers down his spine, he pulls back from you to pull down his zipper and kick off his pants. You waste no time slipping out of your leggings.

Illuso looks down at you as he’s pumping his cock, “I never thought I’d see you like this.” he chuckles.

“Me neither.”

His cock slides inside your needy hole with a little too much force. A shaky moan escapes your lips before arching your back and holding onto his strong shoulders.

Smirking, Illuso slams into your slick heat harder to tear a louder moan out of you and it works.

It’s been a while for him, so he can’t stop himself from thrusting in your needy pussy without warning. As wet you are, with every thrust a squelching sound echoes in the mirror world’s base. The sounds of skin slapping on skin fill the dead silence of this world. Your lips part and call out his name in need, “Illuso!”

His cock fills you so well. You can’t help but lift your hips to meet his thrusts, shamelessly begging for him to fill you even more. Noticing what you want from him, he starts to fuck you frantically.

Your moans fill the void world of the mirror once again before his cock twitches inside of you and giving you what you actually need from him, filling your pussy full with his seed. You feel his warm cum gush out of your spasming cunt when he finally pulls out.

Taking a minute to catch his breath, he can hardly believe what you two just did. You seem to agree, it’s easy to tell from the way how silent you are.

“Uh,” he doesn’t know what to say.

Thanks?

That felt good?

We should do this often!

“We should return back to the real world,” he looks at you and you agree with a silent nod as you’re dressing.

He uses the same mirror he used as before to return to the base with ease and in the middle of a meeting your teammates are having.

Although your teammates were used to seeing you two fight in the mirror world and come back with messed up looks, there was no way for either of you to be able to explain why you’re both trying to put your clothes back on.

You sink into the shadows with the advantage of having your Stand with you now to avoid looking at your teammates.

“We can explain-” Illuso started but got cut off by the people around the now clean coffee table to collectively groan and throw stacks of money on the table.

“We told you they’d do it in the mirror world,” Gelato says as Sorbet is collecting their teammates’ money off the table with a smile.

Gelato throws a stack he got from his boyfriend to Illuso, “Take her out on a date next time.”

#illuso x reader #illuso #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra x reader #jjba part 5 x reader

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skipygmod · 3 years

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Art is somewhat hard to understand its concept from some, and no wonder because the misinformation about this term has been promoted. And because of that, there’s a constant debate about the topic.

Art is not a personal concept. When we talk about art, we’re not talking about tastes, but a discipline. And like any other discipline, it takes some logic and reasoning. I want to make sure why is there the mistake that art is ambiguous when it’s pretty clear. There are two categories about the definitions of art or preferably two ways to see art.

There’s the belief that art has an objective definition and the view that art is something personal. The 1st definition I’m mentioning appeared first, and because of that, it’ll be the one I’m talking about first.

While the artistic expression has existed since the first steps of humanity, that definition was given by old schools and when society stabilised art as a discipline because it never was considered as such.

METAPEDIA (100% trustworthy) Art is the use of ability or imagination in the creation of aesthetic objects, environments or experiences that can be shared with others. Artistic pieces are the materialisation of human feelings, ideas or a worldview, that being carried to others, have the faculty to enrich their personalities. A town’s art is part of its culture and reflects its customs, believes and behaviours. Spanish Wikipedia (Not my cup of tea)

Art (From Latin ars, artis, and Greek τέχνη téchnē) is generally understood as any activity or product made with an aesthetic and also communicational purpose, where they express ideas, emotions and in general, a worldview through a diversity of resources, like sculptural, linguistic, resonant, corporal and mixed ones.

Definición.de Art (From Latin, ars) is the concept that encompasses all creations made by the human being to express a sensitive vision about the world, either real or imaginary. Through sculptural, linguistic or resonant resources, art allows expressing ideas, emotions, perceptions and sensations.

If we go to different sources, the definition is written with different words, but the idea is the same. Art is about material or experience of aesthetic nature, that materialises thoughts and feelings; and can be shared with others to enrich the personality.

Concept

The definition of art is open, subjective and debatable. There is no unanimous agreement between historians, philosophers or artists. Over time, there have been numerous definitions of art, including: “art is the right order of reason” (Thomas Aquinas); “Art is that which establishes its own rule” (Schiller); “Art is style” (Max Dvořák); “Art is the expression of society” (John Ruskin); “Art is the freedom of genius” (Adolf Loos); “Art is the idea” (Marcel Duchamp); “Art is the novelty” (Jean Dubuffet); "Art is action, life” (Joseph Beuys); “Art is everything that men call art” (Dino Formaggio); “Art is the lie that helps us see the truth” (Pablo Picasso) ; “Art is life, life is art (Wolf Vostell)”. The concept has changed over time: until the Renaissance, art was only considered the liberal arts; architecture, sculpture and painting were “crafts.” Art has always been one of the primary means of expression of the human being, through which it expresses its ideas and feelings, the way it relates to the world. Its function can vary from the most practical to the most ornamental; it can have religious or merely aesthetic content; it can be durable or transient. In the 20th century, even the material substrate was lost: Beuys said that life is a means of artistic expression, highlighting the vital aspect, the action. Thus, everyone is capable of being an artist.

The term art comes from the Latin ars and is the equivalent of the Greek term τέχνη (téchne, from which ‘technique’ comes from). Originally it applied to all man-made production and disciplines of know-how. Thus, artists were as much the cook, the gardener or the builder, as the painter or the poet. Over time, the Latin derivation (ars -> art) was used to designate the disciplines related to the arts of the aesthetic and the emotional. And the Greek derivation (téchne -> technical) for those disciplines that have to do with intellectual productions and articles of use. At present, it is difficult to find that both terms (art and technique) are confused or used as synonyms.

Attributes of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture (1769), by Anna Vallayer-Coster

What I don’t like about the Wikipedia article is that it contradicts itself. It starts with a clear definition with no ambiguities; later, it says that art is subjective because there’s not a consensus about its definition. That is because many experts have different ideas about what art is, which it’s absurd because the fact that someone understands something differently doesn’t deny the truth. It’s like saying that I understand math differently and mathematics have different interpretations, in other words, they’re subjective, which it’s ridiculous. Many examples of opposite ideas that Wikipedia put as an example don’t contradict each other. Because they are straightforward ideas, at most an expert prioritises more thought than another one. It’s not like one of them said that art could be anything, what is ugly or a person. They got certainty about what is more important in art, not that art is each thing.

Let’s analyse why the given definition makes sense, breaking down the features that compose it:

1. Art refers to some material or experience with an aesthetic character:

That makes sense because it’s aesthetic; it makes it striking and presentable; also, it reflects effort. And reflecting something that requires effort it gives a meaning that art is a job, I mean if it’s not a job and anyone can do it, then why would there be artist or experts in the first place? Besides, if we take out the aesthetic feature in the definition, then horrible and harmful things would be considered art.

2. It materialises ideas and feelings:

That tells us that one of the foundations of art is it has to have a communicational function, I mean, art must have a meaning. That makes sense because if art has no meaning, what’s the point of doing it? So you can admire it? Why admiring it? What are your reasons to admire it if it doesn’t mean anything? Let’s leave out the communicational function of the definition. It has room to the fact that if something is beautiful, then it’s art. Beauty has a very high rank, so it would make the definition ambiguous.

3. It can be shared to enrich the personality: That’s extremely important because it gives art a purpose; every discipline must have a purpose. It’s part of the concept of the field; I mean schools exist to educate, science exists to make life easier and preserve the species. Science is a discipline, and art just like science has a purpose; to enrich the personality. Through art, you think, you learn something new. As said earlier, art is a materialisation of ideas and feelings, and that’s why consuming art is good. With art, you learn, art is emotional intelligence. Art just like science is something that has its reason to be, its logic; it’s merely another kind of logic, another type of intelligence.

The 2nd definition of art is something personal, and so; subjective appears after 1884 when the artistic movement; The Impressionism, which it was contemptuously criticised back then; was active. The impressionists, in defence of the critiques they got, they forced the idea that “Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder.”

That’s absurd to me because as I explained earlier, not just because someone has a different take, it doesn’t mean that an objective or relative truth cannot exist. I mean, you can say a sickness can be beautiful, but the thing is no matter how much you want to bend reality, it’s a fact that an illness is not beautiful in any way.

While I respect the impressionist movement to a certain point, and I respect its ideology to sacrifice complexity to leave colours to transmit emotions. I do consider that its new subjectivist definition of art was a terrible misfortune, because of that there’s a lot of confusion with a term that easily was well-defined through centuries. Not only that way of thinking brought lots of notoriously inferior artistic movements like Cubism.

In a nutshell, it’s a mediocre way of thinking that brought with itself misinformation, a decline of the idea of art, and a drop of quality.

My point reinforces with a simple comparison; you have to compare the works that were created with an objective definition of art, with the ones with a subjective definition.

Think for a moment how well-defined was the first definition, and how it demanded higher standards. Turning out in more outstanding excellence and compare it with the problems and ambiguities that brings the 2nd definition.

According to the ambiguous 2nd definition, art itself is ambiguous; then anything can be considered as art. It all depends on how it’s seen. If that’s true, it promotes overthinking; in other words, pretentiousness. You are praising something for its lack of content or its confusing/contradictory content. On the other hand, if we omit many features of the 1st definition, the idea of arts stops making sense. Let’s say art for some is what is beautiful, but it’s not necessary to be communicational. That means art lacks substance, and then painting green a wall is art, because the colour is beautiful.

If presenting just a beautiful colour is art, then it doesn’t make sense trying hard to create something with substance. Because a painting that took you days to perfect will be as praised as an empty portrait with no meaning.

Let’s consider art to be transmitting something, in other words, having a communicational function. Still, our message doesn’t need to be beautiful nor aesthetic. We’re saying that things like wishing death to somebody can be considered as art, or just communicating anything is art; even a conversation.

There’s a reason why a political speech shouldn’t be considered as art. The political address is communicational and discipline, but not an artistic one. I could go on for hours explaining why it doesn’t make sense to have a very flexible definition of art, and why the first one has better results.

The first one never created a creative standstill nor restricted the artists. It helps them to push themselves and reach excellence; the praise of their people aided them to create culture.

What is too abstract loses all meaning as art. I’m not saying that art shouldn’t have an ambiguous character in certain aspects, after all. As I said in the past, subtlety is one of the most of import components in good work. The difference between an ancient artwork and modern art nonsense is that the first one counts with recognisable elements that give you tools to interpret. While modern art is so abstract, that it’s not made up of anything, I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to understand, you’re so pretentious, that you see messages where there’s none. The work was done like that on purpose so people can fill the empty voids instead of taking credit from that job to the author, who has no conviction in what they want to express.

Minimalism is not a type of artistic technique; it’s a type of design. It works well, and it’s attractive for advertising or to spread information, not to have a pragmatic and crucial message because minimal art lacks eloquence.

The only thing that our free and modern definition of art is doing is to create confusion, lower the standards, and to ridicule the name of art. It’s because of things like a man taking a shit can be considered a piece of art nowadays, people who don’t know about art; dimmish its value. That’s why people don’t see art as a World Heritage Site, and it’s as important as science. And that’s why people who want to be artists to suffer, because their parents don’t want them to be artists. Because they consider something artistic work as a ridiculous job and has lesser value than other jobs.

We must start to understand what genuinely is art. We must begin to understand its importance, its work. We must change the popular mindset about art. When people see art is work, that it requires effort, dedication, sweat and tears. That art is quality work, and that is not something that is just held to personal perception, or taste. It’ll be the time when people will start respecting art again. Maybe then, the fans will be more demanding, business people will abide by franchises more. And they’ll set out to see that in the entertainment world there’s not just entertainment, but also art.

We all know at this time and age whoever judges art with a postmodernist view is an idiot and a spoiled brat. I’m not going to argue with hicks anymore about something that they’re not interested in. Instead, I’ll address to people who are genuinely interested in art, no matter their reasons for their interest. Especially I’ll address to a group who is following and having me in mind.

So, my brothers, believe it or not, art can say more about the state of a society than a thousand words.

I have the hard belief that one sees GOOD art when a society is good and healthy.

And one sees bad art when a society that is not very intelligent or diseased.

After years of studying and being interested in the world’s history, this funny pattern repeats with no exception whatsoever. It’s by far one of the best ways to judge the quality of a nation.

Even though you want to believe it’s an issue about money, the truth is that it’s not the case. I want to point out that a wealthy society can produce art, that art is degenerate, sick and anti-nation.

That should not be surprising because art is the reflection of a person’s soul and spirit level. Degenerate art reflects a sick society and a disloyal state. Anyways, why is producing art so important anyway? My idea of saving the world has to do with anything artistic-wise.

As this curious study shows, our shitty modern buildings make us depressed, and no wonder.

They’re grey, similar and dull.

Capitalism and globalism destroyed that magic.

In ancient times, we were leaving our homes with excitement because we were feeling inspired by our surroundings.

Instead, now most people are doing jackshit and repeating a depressive routine.

In ancient times, our ancestors were admiring and praising the stars as their gods.

Now you can’t even see a single star because there is smog.

It’s like that simple joke of “Retro Always Wins” was never a joke, but actual reality. Not only art is getting shittier; life itself gets even shittier. Horrible shit happens every day, but nobody cares. Horrible shit occurred in ancient times, but people were inspired and giving their lives away. They cared about things, and they weren’t sedated in front of a screen. Modernity made us weak and epicurean. I’m not too fond of the modern world, and I’d love even to be a miserable hobo if I had the chance to live in those magnificent times. To be surrounded by those beautiful castles, that fine music. At the same time, I can see little kids playing outside.

Even the CIA admitted that the elites manipulated art to control your emotions. Typical from this disgusting modernity, nobody gives a fuck, nobody complains, nobody talks about it. We accepted our fate as an uninspired herd with no ambitions. We don’t have art to inspire us anymore. However, we got stupid entertainment that makes us temporarily happy to stay still, immobile and inactive. In a nutshell; we reached the point that it’s completely useless.

Or isn’t it? I understand why people don’t listen to me because many turn down my message and because they sense me as a lunatic or excentric. After all, I’m not someone to be considered as normal. What moves my gears is something different. If at the end I will die and so will the universe and nobody has no certainty about what will happen next. Then why worry about all this shit about values, beauty or inspiration?

Because it feels right for me, when I was a kid, one person who used to make me happy was my grandfather. He’s part of why I started liking cartoons a lot. He used to tell me cool stories and made impressions of cartoon characters to make me laugh. I never met such a joyful and full of energy person like him in my life. He always inspired me, telling me his stories and showing me how strong he was. One day… he just got cancer, my grandpa was going to die, and while I was sad about it, I was too weak to face reality. I sometimes wanted to escape and not thinking of sad stuff. I made so many hedonistic things at the time. I couldn’t look at my grandfather because he’s just wasn’t the same, all that jolliness was just gone. My grandfather died, I didn’t dare to say goodbye, and that’s why I hate hedonism, and I love fascinating and beautiful art.

Hedonism weakens us, and we always know it when we fall into it. Instead, art or even good entertainment inspires and join us together.

That’s why I promised myself never to lose my spirit, no matter how most people see me; I will be me—doing crazy things, taking risks. The victory means finding a superior status, and defeat means finding death. There won’t be in-betweens for me; I’ll be eternally inspired, even in the eyes of death. No cancer will change that, not even the cancer of modernity.

#Art #Doomentio #Perezoso Doom #Topic #Society

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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Ah! I literally screamed when you posted that the askbox was open. Here is my request. Pretty angsty but also fits well with the characters I think. Anyway here is my request: "What if La Squadra (separately for each) learned that they have a little daughter (born stand user, 5yrs) from a one night stand they once had? How would they react to their long lost and unnoticed offspring? Wants to connect to them or wants nothing to do with them? Love your blog!!! I literally read it everyday!!!

Hello, sweetie! Aaaaah, noooo, too kind, you’re too kind, but thank you for your sweetness :,) And for your request! Deliciously angst~ let’s go!

La Squadra learning they have a little daughter from a one night stand

(under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

He’s totally taken aback when he knows he has a child. No, not a simple child. A daughter. A beautiful, healthy daughter, from what he heard. Still, he doesn’t believe it until he sees a picture of her: her hair are of her mother, as some of her traits, but the eyes… oh, the eyes are his. That little girl has his red eyes. She’s really his daughter.

His role as Capo is too important and dangerous and this impedes him to present himself to his daughter. Still, this doesn’t stop him from using Metallica to hide himself and watch her from afar, as a protective invisible figure. If he sees her in danger, he’s immediately ready to help, both by chasing away some children mean to her because of her eyes, both if she’s about to fall down. He can’t let his daughter to be hurt.

He’ll watch over her for all her life, silently, without revealing himself. He follows her progresses at school, he sees her happiness and sadness, even if in this case he aches to go to console her, the moment when she uses her stand for the first time, from afar… he leaves as much money as he can in her mother’s mail; he wants to contribute to his daughter’s growth. Even if the girl has never seen him, she knows that someone -and she believes it’s her dad- watches over her since she was just a little child.

Prosciutto

He almost chokes when he comes to know he has a what?! A child? Him?! What the hell, he had always been careful! Still, the photos -and Melone’s tests- don’t lie. This little blond girl is really his daughter. The awareness slowly sinks in him, making him almost tremble. He has a daughter… a little girl he has never seen.

His first instinct would be to go and talk to the mother, to the child, but… he knows he can’t. Doing so, he’d drag them in his dark world and he doesn’t want to involve his little girl in his criminal life. They… they’ll stay better without him. But this doesn’t mean that he’s going to forget about her. He tries his best to watch over her from afar, silently cherishing for her and protecting her when someone dares to get on her way.

Even if he thinks his child never noticed him, the kid did it, oh, she really did it. She never missed the scary-looking blond man who always was far from her, watching over her, how his eyes followed the “imaginary friend” she had since she was a toddler… she felt protected. Her mother never talked about her father, but… she feels that that man is him. That her father is watching over her and this feeling grows as he grows up. The man is always here, always. He’s in the shadow both for school events -which he never misses- both when she’s in trouble. He’s always here for his little girl.

Pesci

He’s utterly shocked when Illuso tells him that, from his investigations, resulted that he had a daughter. What… when?! He always was careful, as his aniki always reminded him! Still… there’s a child. His child. A little princess with his same eyes and smile… who doesn’t know who her dad is.

He’s struggling, he doesn’t know what to do. What if his daughter hates him for his absence? What if the mother doesn’t want him to see the child? What if, what if… a lot of doubts that almost drive him crazy. In the end, he decides to approach the mother, apologizing with her for all these years of silence: he simply didn’t know he had a daughter and, with his line of work, communications aren’t exactly easy…

In the end, the mother accepts to let him see the little girl. Pesci is ecstatic and so is his daughter: now she has a papa! And her mom always talked well about Pesci, so they can immediately establish a good relationship. From then on, Pesci tries to be here as much as he can -and as mission goes- for his little ray of sun, also helping her to control her stand. His daughter adores him, now that he’s in her life she doesn’t want him to go away, never more. She is the main source of Pesci’s strength and resolve: he has to come back home for her.

Formaggio

He doesn’t believe it. I can’t be true. He has a child? A daughter? Pff, it’s madness. It simply can’t be. He doesn’t know how to be a father, he can’t be one. Still… the picture Melone shows him moves something in his heart. That little girl is… so similar to him when he was a child… but it’s not enough. He wants more proof.

And Melone gives it to him in the form of DNA tests: the girl is really his daughter. He needs a bit to recover from the news, to associate that little smiling face to… to his daughter. He is a father and he didn’t even know. Still… by now it’s too late to try to build a relationship. His daughter is safer without him in her life. But there always a little part of him that imagines how it would have been to have her near, to watch her grow.

This is what leads him to check on her shrinking down, not to be seen. In this way, he can follow her around and watch her achievements -cheering for her at every school play- and boiling in anger when someone is mean to her -and this someone will learn that it’s better not to mess with the daughter of one of the Squadra Esecuzioni-. He’d be here also to see, amazed, as she uses her stand for the first time, feeling a bubbling pride in his chest. That’s his little girl!

Melone

He never thought it could have been possible. He’s an expert, he always was more than careful… and it wasn’t enough, apparently? He has… a child? The pictures don’t lie. The girl has a case of heterochromia, right as him. And she also looks very similar to his dad… but still, he doesn’t know how it all could have happened.

After the first moment of shock, he’s ecstatic. He’s a dad!! He has a baby girl! He wouldn’t stop to talk about her for days, ‘till he finally goes to the mother, explaining her the whole situation. He’s ecstatic to be accepted in hers and his child’s life. Now that he can interact with her, he sees that the little girl has his same interest in living beings, biology… he’s going to teach her everything he knows, step by step, careful not to slide in also assassination notions.

He’s marvelled the first time he sees his little girl using her stand. It’s wonderful, it’s amazing! From then on, he starts to help her also with her stand and his training will reveal itself really useful for the next years. Melone reveals himself as a caring father, with his real child; he does his best to keep work completely out of her and the mother’s lives, not to put them in danger. His child ends up to quickly grow attached to her father, missing him dearly when he’s on long missions and she can’t even call him.

Illuso

Illuso found out by himself and took his time in the mirror world to think about the whole news. A girl… He thought he had been careful, damn! But here there is the irrefutable truth about his fatherhood: a photo and a test. He has to keep this secret… no one can know he has a daughter, or she could be in danger.

Still, even if for a first period he thought about forgetting this all, he just couldn’t do it. Now that he knows, he has to be sure she’s fine and safe, that she’s happy… so he uses the mirrors to always check her. She noticed the man in the mirror, but she never was scared: she waved at him and he waved at her, feeling his heart aching. If only he could have really stayed near her and help her to grow up…

In the end he can’t restrain himself anymore. When she needs him, he exits the mirror, to help her with her homeworks or her stand. Her mother doesn’t know about her “friend of the mirror” and Illuso has no intentions to tell her anything. Actually, Illuso never said even to her daughter about their relationship, but his daughter is observant and smart, just like him. She noticed their similarities and didn’t take a lot to connect the dots and understand it all. She’s even happier, now: her father hadn’t abandoned her… it’s always with her.

Ghiaccio

He’s livid, when he comes to know about it. Not with the mother, not with the girl, but with himself. He should have been more careful. With his thoughtlessness he put the mother and even the child in danger. His job is too dangerous, he could die every moment, every mission could be his last one… he can’t put this weight on their shoulders.

And so he never approaches them. From time to time he asks Illuso to check them, to see if they’re doing fine. When he can, he anonymously sends money to them, to help them with their life. Sometimes he asks Illuso for new pictures, just to check how the girl is growing. No one is allowed to see the soft smile that spread on his lips when he watches the pictures… he’s proud of his girl.

As she grows up, Ghiaccio is always informed about her progresses. His heart roars, when he hears she has a stand, a stand strong and powerful as her father’s one. He wants her as far as possible from mafia and frankly he’s relieved that his daughter has not his bad temper: this will help her not to end up like her father. Still, he’s proud of every choice she makes, protecting her indirectly from every danger she could meet. His daughter would never know that there’s someone always watching over her.

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #la squadra daughter #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

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dokidoki-tae · 5 years

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Squeezes my little hands through your askbox. I know you dont write much spicy stuff, but like,,, who do you think has a praise kink and who likes to be degraded, in la squadra? Also vice versa who likes to dish these out instead?

I hope this is spicy enough

Praise Kink (giving): Risotto, Prosciutto, Sorbet, Gelato, Formaggio

Praise Kink (receiving): Pesci, Illuso, Gelato, Formaggio, (mild) Risotto

Degradation (giving): Prosciutto, Ghiaccio, Sorbet, (mild) Risotto

Degradation (receiving): Illuso, Melone, (mild) Ghiaccio, Gelato

Risotto:

What he likes to say: I’m not going to let you come until you beg me for permission.// Very good. Lower now.// I love the way you taste

What he likes to hear: Lie back and let me take care of you tonight.// Don’t stop.// I can’t believe I met you.// Tonight, I am yours. Tell me what you want.

Prosciutto:

What he likes to say: On your knees, bitch.//I want to hear you say my name, say it slut.// You’re such a good cocksucking little slut// I cleaned the kitchen today, so I’d have room to fuck you on the table.

What he likes to hear: Pleasing you is my only purpose in life.//Thank you for fucking me.// Yes, sir.// I belong to you and you alone//

Pesci:

What he likes to say: Shh, you’re doing just fine.// That feels good, doesn’t it?

What he likes to hear: I need you inside of me right now.// Put it in my mouth.

Formaggio:

What he likes to say: Tonight is all about you, baby.// Walk in front of me so I can see your ass.// It’s actually unfair, how fucking sexy you are.

What he likes to hear: I miss feeling you inside of me.// You’re going to make me pass out.// I want to feel you shoot your load in my mouth.

Illuso:

What he likes to say: Make me cum, Amore.// You like that, Amore?// You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you tonight.

What he likes to hear: I can’t control myself when I’m near you.// Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it //I am all yours, use me, please.

Melone:

What he likes to say: You like that, don’t you? Of course you do. // I keep fantasizing about what I’m going to do to you later.// I want to mark you as mine

What he likes to hear: I want to taste myself on your cock.//I want to feel your cum all over my face.// Why can’t we just quit our jobs, live together and fuck all day, every day.

Ghiaccio:

What he likes to say: You’re going to get spanked until you cry.// “This tight/hot little body/ass/pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?// You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you tonight.

What he likes to hear: Do you know how wet/hard I am right now?// Please, can you fuck me harder, please?// I want to hear you breathing in my ear when I make you cum.

Sorbet:

What he likes to say: Beg me// I’m not done with you yet. // Suck me.// I can’t wait to get you home.// Let me make you feel better than you ever have before.

What he likes to hear: Can I give you a blow job, sir?//I’m going to jerk you off until I get every last drop out of you.// If we weren’t at this meeting, I’d be on my knees with you in my mouth.

Gelato:

What he likes to say: I just want to make you happy.//Please punish me, Sorbet//I’m going to jerk you off until I get every last drop out of you.// Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it.

What he likes to hear: Good boy// I love you.// Tonight, I want you to be in charge.

#jjba #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #n/s/f/w #jojo hcs #my writing #forgive me #anonymous

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thewinterwaifu · 5 years

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La squadra OC

Some of you wanted to see her so here she is!

Under the cut for length so you don’t have to scroll through all this if you aren’t interested in ocs

~♧~

Name:

Ragazza

Age:

Nationality:

Italian/Spanish

Orientation:

Bisexual

Job:

Member of La Squadra

~♧~

Father:

Carlo (alive)

Mother:

Claudia (death by childbirth)

~♧~

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Skin tone:

Pale

Hair:

Mid neck length,messy and light brown

Height:

161 cm/5’2

Weight:

42 kg/94 lbs

Body build:

A cup,small waist and average hips

Eyes:

Big and brown

~♧~

Personality:

Her most defining trait is her undying curiosity.Not knowing an answer makes her blood boil,she needs to know.She wants to be aware of everything.It’s common for her to eavesdrop on conversations,look through people’s things,ask a lot of questions and to be nosy.She might even want to pull a few strings to matchmake people she finds compatible,she loves to see drama

She is impatient,impulsive,stubborn and active,taking decisions in the heat of the moment.She is also one to hold grudges forever

As a child she was very quiet and reserved,but she drastically changed,as she is extremely loud now.She is a tease and can often be found annoying

When she first joined La Squadra,she was really stuck up and refused to go out of her way to do anything more than the work they were assigned:like communicating with the others.She had been forced to join Passione after all (see backstory)

She eventually opened up though,saw that this was her chance for a family.Since then,she is loyal as it gets and will ride or die for them

She is extremely different with work.She takes it very seriously,fun and work are not to be mixed.She can be a ruthless and cold killer

~♧~

Stand name:

Pussycat

Stand cry:

Wasnyah

Stand appearance:

A black panther with golden eyes and claws

Stand ability:

The panther's claws are golden and the stand has two modes:predator and scavenger Predator is for direct melee combat that she tries to avoid Every attack with a golden claw is more powerful because they cause severe internal bleeding.But everytime a claw is used,it will stop being golden and regular claws do kinda meh damage for a stand.It takes a bit to recharge (think Johnny) Scavenger is for assassinations,that's her job after all.Per every golden claw,it can place a golden cut in the air which is visible by stand users for the first few minutes.It slices when people run through it.So just one can cut your arm,but all claws from all paws in traps very close together would make a gory mess,slicing up the person When switching from scavenger to predator,all the traps are removed but the claws do not charge

~♧~

Backstory:

Curiosity is one of our most primal traits.Every child has gotten hurt at least once because of it.We always want to see what we are not told to,we always want to see what's out there Ragazza's mom died giving birth,and let's just say her dad was always...interesting.While he was caring,he was always really restrictive He always lied about his real name,and made her lie about her name too,she wasn't allowed to bring friends home either.He was barely home but when he was, all he did was walk into his office,and tell her to never ask about it.His friends were weird and scary too Oh,but nobody can stop a child's curiosity.One night dad forgot to lock the door and when he was asleep,she decided to find out his secret.There was money,lots of money,white powder that she didn't recognize as drugs at the time,and a computer.She found out while going through his things.Her dad was the cappo of the city,She finally found out who her dad was,but at what cost? Her father watched from the door,he feared this day.He loved her daughter but she had no choice At such a young age,she was forced to take a decision.To join her mom,get her tongue and fingers cut off...or join the business After passing the test,she was trained for years,trained to kill,that seemed to be what they thought she would be useful for.Once her stand was completely developed she got sent to the execution squad.And even if she worked for Passione,she always had hatred in her heart.She just wanted a normal life,she didn't choose this.She didn't get to choose who she had to swear loyality too.She would never forgive her father,or the boss.So when la squadra decided to turn against the boss,she was more than happy.Her vengeance begins now

~♧~

Relationships with the squad:

Risotto:

Ragazza strongly respects the capo,and is one of the only few people he will ever take orders from,and he is the only one for who she acts serious if they are nearby,she doesn't want to disappoint him

Prosciutto:

While not as much as Risotto,she does respect this man and is always pleased to work with him.Outside of missions though,she isn't serious around him,unlike with Risotto

Pesci:

At first,she found him incredibly annoying.She grew fond of him with time though and tries to be her supportive big sister when Prosciutto isn’t there

Sorbet and Gelato:

She was jealous of them,but at the same time found them cute together.When they were killed,she was devastated.She never thought she would care for anyone here,yet here she is now

Illuso:

Probably her second best friend in La Squadra,he was the one to show her the ropes when she first arrived,and despite being a butt to him at that time,she is grateful now.They joke together a lot

Formaggio:

She considers him a friend.He is fun to talk to and they have worked together before.She isn't as close to him as Illuso though

Ghiaccio:

To him,she is the worst.She is always annoying him,knowing just how to piss him off just right.She loves the reactions she gets from him.Despite not getting on well with him,he is willing to work with him when needed

Melone:

Kind of complicated.She is not used to being the one being teased,so she quickly loses her cool.He keeps teasing her and she is just fed up with it,pretending to strongly dislike him.She does find him intriguing though,she wants to find more

Tomasso( @jojotrashmob oc):

Her best friends hand down.They usually go together on missions,since their stands go so well together.He just has to make them walk into her traps and the job is done.They joke around a lot and call each other ‘hoefriend’.They hang out a lot,and god help the rest of the squad when they are in the same room,especially Ghiaccio.The rest of the squad thinks something may be going on between them,is it true?

(For those wondering,we have a ship AU!)

~♧~

Clothing:

Black full bodysuit with a cat keyhole on her chest (despite her lack of a cleavage) and a tail-shaped hole near her stomach.Usually wears sunglasses or a mask to hide her feminine features in order to protect her identity,she looks androgynous if you can't see her very feminine face

~♧~

Romance:

• Ship AU with Tomasso

• With canon characters?Nothing yet.While I do wanna have a ship for her,I don’t want to just pick my favorite character,I would like a ship that actually makes sense and could go well.

~♧~

Trivia:

•She hates spicy food

•The ones she founds the most interesting to investigate/eavesdrop are in order:Melone>Risotto>Illuso>Tomasso>Ghiaccio>Pesci>Formaggio

•Despite not knowing her and being determined to capture her,she actually feels really sorry for Trish and relates to her

•She can swim,but hates it.She is also scared of the sea

Art by @jojotrashmob:

Note:I have never shared an OC before...I’m kinda nervous but excited!If you wanna ask something about her,do it!It would make me very happy!You can also tell me the relationship you think her and your OC would have,or if you ship her with a canon character,or think she would be good friends with one of them (or even enemies!) feel free to say it too!I don’t expected her to be liked but here we go

#thewinterwaifuragazza #la squadra oc #jjba oc #jjba #la squadra #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure #Golden Wind #vento aureo #ougon no kaze #Jojo Part 5 #part 5 #part 5 oc #part 5 jojo #jjba part 5 #part 5 jjba

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Transcript Episode 26: Why do C and G come in hard and soft versions? Palatalization

This is a transcript for Lingthusiasm Episode 26: Why do C and G come in hard and soft versions? Palatalization. It’s been lightly edited for readability. Listen to the episode here or wherever you get your podcasts. Links to studies mentioned and further reading can be found on the Episode 26 show notes page.

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Gretchen: Welcome to Lingthusiasm, a podcast that's enthusiastic about linguistics! I'm Gretchen McCulloch.

Lauren: And I'm Lauren Gawne, and today, we're getting enthusiastic about palatalisation. That is to say, “What the heck is going on with G and C?” But first, thanks to everyone for your enthusiastic recommending during our November Recommend-A-Thon.

Gretchen: Yes, thanks so much for all your tweets, and posts, and shares, and all of the new people that you've brought in with you to listen to Lingthusiasm.

Lauren: We will be thanking every one of you who made some kind of public declaration about their love of Lingthusiasm. We'll give you until the end of the month to add yourself to that esteemed group of people, so we can thank you all in our annual anniversary post.

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Lauren: Yay! I'm not gonna lie, we're recording this before the live shows.

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Gretchen: So, G and C are really weird letters because they're these two letters that, in a whole bunch of languages, often come with multiple sounds. You have the sounds in their names like /dʒ/ and /s/, and then you have other sounds like /g/ and /k/, and then even more sounds. These letters are so weird.

Lauren: I'm not known for being the most reliable when it comes to a spelling bee, and I feel like it's often letters like G and C that trip me up because they have so many different pronunciation disguises that they put on.

Gretchen: They really do. They especially do that in different languages. You can do a brief sample of this through different languages' words for “cheese.”

Lauren: Ooo, let's do a cross-linguistic cheese platter!

Gretchen: Cross-linguistic cheese tour! First, we have the Latin “caseus” (/kaseʊs/) meaning “cheese.” And this gives rise to a whole bunch of other words for “cheese” in different languages. You have English “cheese” (/tʃi:z/), you have German “Käse” (/ke:zə/), you have Spanish “queso” (/keso/).

Lauren: Yeah. Because I was like, “Well, in Italian you have ‘formaggio,’” which is like a completely different historical word. But then I remembered that my favourite Italian pasta from Rome is cacio (/katʃo/) e pepe and that's – the Italian-Latin word for “cheese” is still hidden in that very excellent pasta dish.

Gretchen: And then because I started thinking about this, I was looking up other languages’ word for “cheese,” and I saw the Dutch “kaas” (/kɑːs/), which, I don't speak any Dutch, but there's one Dutch word that I know which is “pindakaas,” and “pindakaas” literally translates as “peanut cheese.”

Lauren: Oh. Oh, hang on. Like peanut butter?

Gretchen: Yeah, so the Dutch word for “peanut butter” is literally translated as “peanut cheese,” which at first seems like, “This is maybe an interesting dish,” but then you're like, “Is ‘peanut butter’ really any better as a term for it?” Because it's still a dairy metaphor.

Lauren: Yeah, because I was like, “That's a weird choice,” but actually, it's not that different.

Gretchen: It's really not that different at all. Especially, if you think of a cream cheese, which is like a creamier cheese, maybe? Peanut butter is kind of creamy sometimes.

Lauren: I'm still gonna eat it no matter what it's called.

Gretchen: Then you have Irish “cáis” (/kɑːʃ/), which is also from Latin “caseus”. “Caseus” is spelled with a C and an S. They're pronounced /k/ and /s/.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: But “cheese” takes that initial /k/ and makes it /tʃ/. “Käse” and “queso” and “cacio” keep that initial /k/ sound at the beginning, but “cacio” changes the /s/ into /tʃ/.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: Dutch keeps it the way it was. And then Irish also changes the second one into “cáis” (/kɑːʃ/). Different languages have taken this one word that seemed like it had a fairly straightforward pronunciation and altered it in slightly different ways.

Lauren: I was trying to make a cheese metaphor about things, like, fermenting and going funky with age, but I guess this is why we’re a linguistics podcast and not a food podcast.

Gretchen: “Welcome to Lingthusiasm, a food podcast about linguistics.” And this is all this weird stuff that C gets up to between different languages, historically, and in different languages in the modern era. G does the same type of thing. If you were a kid, you might have learned about hard G and soft G, or hard C and soft C.

Lauren: I really struggle with the idea of hard C and soft C, and hard G and soft G. Just to help other people who might as well, hard G is the /g/ sound and soft G is when it's used more like /ʒ/.

Gretchen: Yes, /ʒ/ or /dʒ/, which is one of the reasons why this terminology is not generally linguist-approved.

Lauren: Yeah, I just – I think about, for example, when I was chatting with Suzy Styles on the work we do about how we have this cross-sensory idea and “hard” and “soft” as a metaphor just don't work for me for those sounds. Apologies if I leave Gretchen to do all of the explaining the difference between them today.

Gretchen: Well, I don't think I'm really going to use the terms either. I'm just gonna mention the specific sound because you see when it happens cross-linguistically, there's a lot more going on than just that. These are two letters that both have that hard-soft thing going on. We don't talk about “hard Q” and “soft Q,” or “hard P” and “soft P.”

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: So why do these letters come in hard and soft versions, even if you can't remember which version is which? To do this, we need to also go back to the Romans.

Lauren: Yes, there were simpler times back in Old Latin.

Gretchen: The Latin alphabet comes from Greek, as a lot of people know. But this is one of things that always puzzled me as a kid – because I was a kid who was into the Greek alphabet – I was like, “Look, the Greeks have this letter, kappa, which stands for the K sound, and it looks like a K, and it's where we get the modern K. And they have this letter, gamma, which was very clearly supposed to be a G. Who invented the C? Why is it there, and why does it cause me so much trouble?”

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: It turns out that this is explained by the Etruscans, who were people that didn't make a distinction between the /g/ sound and the /k/ sound, like the sound in “gamma” and the sound in “kappa.” They borrowed the Greek alphabet for their language, which we don't know very much about, but we know that they didn't care about the difference between gamma and kappa because they just borrowed one, which was gamma, and they used it for both because it didn't really matter for them. Then, the Romans actually didn't initially borrow their alphabet from the Greeks. They borrowed it from the Etruscans.

Lauren: Because the Etruscans were living on the Italian peninsula, so they just borrowed it from the locals.

Gretchen: Yeah, so they just borrowed it from the locals.

Lauren: I do love an ethically locally sourced alphabet, personally.

Gretchen: Nice, locally sourced alphabet. We have fragments of pottery from the Etruscans, but we don't know a whole lot about their language. We know it wasn't Indo-European because all the Indo-European languages do distinguish between the gamma and the kappa sounds. So the Romans borrow it from the Etruscans, and then they're left with like, “Oh, geez, we actually do want to make this distinction between these two sounds that we have, but the Etruscans don't have.”

Lauren: And so someone invented the letter G.

Gretchen: Like an actual person?

Lauren: Apparently. I mean, I'm quoting from Wikipedia.

Gretchen: Do we know their name?

Lauren: Apparently, his name was Spurius Carvilius Ruga, which definitely doesn't sound like a spurious name at all.

Gretchen: That's a really spurious name. So he invented the letter G?

Lauren: Yeah, so at this point the letter C was the third letter in the alphabet, still, and he was like, “Well, look, we have this /k/ sound.” K wasn't cool anymore as a letter to represent /k/. They were all using the rounded – what we think of as C now. He was like, “We need to make more of a distinction.” And so apparently – there are people who disagree with this, but I like this story about young Spurius – created the letter G and was like, “Now, we can make the distinction again.”

Gretchen: If you look at a capital G, it just looks like a C with an extra stroke added on to it, right?

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: A gamma is like a right angle in the top left corner (Γ), and then you can curve it to make a C, and then you can add an extra stroke to make the G.

Lauren: So that's where the Romans got to. And he popped it in the alphabet in the seventh position, which is originally where a little Greek letter known as "zeta" used to live.

Gretchen: So is he responsible for the demotion of zeta as well?

Lauren: Yeah. I mean, well, no, Z also wasn't cool anymore, because the Romans didn't need it, so they never really borrowed it from the Greeks. Because, again, they got all their alphabet from the Etruscans. So the Romans weren't really down with –

Gretchen: Oh, that’s it. Okay.

Lauren: – zeta. They kind of had it there. He's was like, “Well, let's just drop that letter out, and we'll add this cool, new G thing that I invented.”

Gretchen: So he kicked out zeta and replaced it with G?

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: That's great. I love that. Latin actually pronounced – all of their C’s and G’s were /k/ and /g/.

Lauren: Imagine doing a Latin spelling bee. It would be so great. I mean, I guess that’s why they don’t have spelling bees in most languages that have regular orthographies.

Gretchen: Yeah, so easy! You know, you have your classic Latin phrase "veni vidi vici" (/weni widi wiki/) “I came. I saw. I conquered.”

Lauren: I like that you’ve used the original Latin pronunciation there, so you sound a little bit ridiculous.

Gretchen: I'd always pronounced this /vɛni vidi vitʃi/, but then I had a Latin teacher who told me, “No, no, it's actually /weni widi wiki/," and it just sounds so foolish.

Lauren: Yes, every time I hear it. So that "vici" is the C – what we think of as C – being pronounced as /k/, as in the word for “cheese.”

Gretchen: Then, in Late Latin, everything starts to go wrong. And by “wrong,” I mean “great.”

Lauren: For the Empire as well as the language.

Gretchen: Yeah, the Empire was a bit messed up. But also the language started fragmenting and becoming all these different versions. In many of the different areas, people started pronouncing the C and the G in a different way, sometimes.

Lauren: I love the “sometimes” bit. We talk about the environment that sounds are in can make them change, adds a bit of context. And that's really where the fun and the messiness of language can really play out, when you have language changing over time.

Gretchen: Yeah, we need to talk about a particular area of the mouth. This is the roof of your mouth. I'm touching it right now, but you can't see me, because it's inside. This isn’t gonna be a very useful demonstration.

Lauren: If you have clean-enough hands, and you don't mind looking a bit ridiculous in public, you can turn the tip of your finger up to the ceiling and press it into the roof of your mouth or use your tongue.

Gretchen: This is the back part of the roof of your mouth. Not the front bit right behind your teeth, but the back bit by your molars. There's kind of a little lump there. This is known in linguistics as the “palate.” There's a whole bunch of sounds that involve the palate and involve some sort of constriction at the palate, the back part of the roof of your mouth.

Lauren: It's a big chunk of space. You've got that soft bit further towards the back that you might not want to prod if you have a sensitive gag reflex.

Gretchen: Yeah, we don’t advise that.

Lauren: And you have that hard bit closer to the teeth. There's a lot of space to play with there.

Gretchen: Yeah, so there's a lot of space. You can drop your jaw and let a lot of space happen there. What's crucial about the palate is it's a space where you can make both vowels and consonants. You could make an /i/ sound, and your tongue will be towards your palate. You can make a /j/ sound, and your tongue will be towards your palate. You could make a /ʃ/ sound, and your tongue will be towards your palate.

Lauren: I'm just sitting here quietly going “sh, sh, sh” to myself.

Gretchen: I was teaching a roomful of Intro to Linguistics students about the palate, and I was saying, “Okay, we're gonna make a distinction between where S is produced, which is towards the front of the roof of your mouth –" and we don't call that the “palate,” we we use the “palate” just refer to the back part of the roof of your mouth – “and the /ʃ/ sound, which is on the palate or near the palate." I was getting the room to say “sss,” “shh,” “sss,” “shh,” back and forth. Then, I was like, “You guys thought you were enrolled in Intro to Linguistics, but you're actually enrolled in Intro to Parseltongue.”

Lauren: The very “sss-shh”-y sounds of the snake language of Harry Potter, for the three of you out there who aren't familiar. If you don't feel like making these sounds, or you want to see what other people's tongues are doing, as always with these episodes, I'm linking you to one of my favourite websites, which is where they stuck a bunch of phoneticians in an MRI machine, and you can see their tongues doing all these things, if you just click on the column of sounds called Palatals.

Gretchen: That's great. I like that website so much. So the palatals, and the /dʒ/ sound is also towards the palatals. At least it's a lot more similar to the palatals than /k/ and /g/.

Lauren: In contrast, /k/ and /g/ are made a bit further back from the palate, closer towards the back of the mouth.

Gretchen: If you’re just thinking about these palatal sounds, the thing is that because there are both vowels and consonants that can be palatal, and you have a vowel that's produced near the palate, and a consonant near it, the vowel tends to attract the consonant and make it more palatal and make it more similar to each other, because humans like to be efficient about these things.

Lauren: Even if you don't remember any terminology, and you certainly don't have to, the takeaway here is that our mouths are very good at being lazy, and they will strive to do as little moving as possible. It's like, “If I'm already there for the vowel, why am I taking myself all the way to the back of the palate? I'm just gonna hang here.” I'm always happy to celebrate laziness.

Gretchen: These palatal vowels, these vowels that are produced near the palate, tend to pull certain consonants with them. This is what happened to the /k/ and the /g/ sound.

Lauren: And it didn't necessarily happen the same way in all the different languages that descend from Latin.

Gretchen: Right, so in French, which is probably the most familiar to English because we borrowed a lot of words from French – so, sometimes you have /k/ becoming /s/ in English from Latin, sometimes you have it becoming /tʃ/ in English from Latin. You have things like “caseus” becoming “cheese,” but also something like “circus" (/kirkus/) becoming “circus” (/sɝkəs/). All those /k/’s get pulled more towards the roof of the mouth.

Lauren: But only if the vowel is luring them there, right? If the vowel isn't near that palatal bit, if the vowel is already back where the /k/ is, then it just stays there.

Gretchen: Yeah, so that's the thing. In a word like “circus” the /k/ is before an I, which was pronounced /i/, /sirkus/, whereas, the second C is before a U and that one stays /sirkus/, not /sirsus/.

Lauren: I like how I’m like, “/sirkus/ sounds completely normal. /sirsus/ sounds very wrong.”

Gretchen: Yeah, /sirsus/ is just like, “No, that didn't happen.” So, /i/ and /e/, which became I and E in English, are the ones that tend to pull the consonants towards them. Whereas /u/ and /o/ and /a/ are the ones that let the constant stay where they want to be.

Lauren: Which solves a mystery of – I mean, spelling bees are entirely mysterious to me, as I think we've established – but it solves that mystery of spelling bees, because I was always like, “Why would you ask...” – because you can ask in a spelling bee the origin of a word. And so if you ask like, “I have to spell the word 'circus.' Please, spelling bee master, tell me the origin of the word.” If I know it's a Latin word, like, “Well, that means it probably is C-I and not K-I, because originally it was probably /kirkus/”

Gretchen: Yeah, because you don't have K's in Latinate words because all of their C's changed when they were in front of an I or an E.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: This also explains why there's some disagreement about how to pronounce the word “Celtic.”

Lauren: Oh, yeah, there's a really great post by Stan Carey that goes into the history of this, but – I don't know. I have to think really hard if I say /kɛltɪk/ or /sɛltɪk/. But I think I say /kɛltɪk/.

Gretchen: I definitely say /kɛltɪk/, but there's some sports team that's correctly pronounced /sɛltɪk/, because that's what people say when they talk about the sports team?

Lauren: Right.

Gretchen: I've definitely heard people say /sɛltɪk/. This is one of those ones where if you're obeying the Latinate rules, you're like, “Well, C-E, that must mean that the C is pronounced like an S.” And yet – because when Irish and Scottish Gaelics borrowed the Latin alphabet, it also hadn't had this sound change happen yet. All the C's were still pronounced like /k/, so all of the C's in Gaelic are hard. And so “Celt” /kɛlt/ is – there's no K in Gaelic. The C's are all pronounced /k/.

Lauren: Right.

Gretchen: So if you use the Gaelic pronunciation, then it's /kɛlt/, but if you're looking at it, and you're like, “Well, but I thought my rule was the C gets pronounced like S," then it's /sɛlt/.

Lauren: Which brings us to another major scandal in terms of how words are pronounced, which is, of course, the word that I say as /dʒɪbəɹɪʃ/ (gibberish).

Gretchen: And the word that I said on a previous episode as /gɪbəɹɪʃ/ because – I don't know. Why not say it that way?

Lauren: Yeah, I – to be honest – had not paid much attention to your pronunciation, but we had quite a few people draw attention to the fact that we have different pronunciations for this word.

Gretchen: Yeah, and this is the same thing like with /dʒɪf/ and /gɪf/ (GIF) where –

Lauren: Which is definitely not a major argument at all.

Gretchen: No, no one cares about that one on the internet. I've never heard any argument about it. With the G's, when we get a word from French, or from Latin, or from Italian, or sometimes from Spanish – but generally, Spanish, that's its own thing – we tend to pronounce that G as a /dʒ/ or a /ʒ/ like in “rouge.” But when we get it from a different language, we often pronounce it as a /g/ instead.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: So of course, when we get it from an acronym like with GIF, all bets are off, really. There's no statistical bias in either direction.

Lauren: We have been talking exclusively about C and G, but they are not the only letters that cause me grief with spelling, which is fundamentally about palatalisation. There are other sounds in English that are also very attracted to the palate.

Gretchen: Yeah, and these are both /t/ and /d/, T and D, and /s/ and /z/, or S and Z. They're pronounced more towards the front of the palate, but, again, if they're in front of an /i/ or an /e/ sound, they tend to get pulled back towards the palate instead of pulled forward. They all get pulled toward the centre of the mouth.

Lauren: The palate is like the black hole at the centre of the mouth universe.

Gretchen: It's got gravity pulling everything towards it. Yeah, it's a very attractive place. I think it's also kind of a very easy place to say because it's just right there in the middle. So it could be anything. You don't have to go to a lot of effort to make it happen.

Lauren: Yeah, the tongue is just kind of going straight up from its neutral spot. What kind of examples do we see with these letters?

Gretchen: There's some ones that are really old that are embedded into English spelling, words like “station” and “ratio” with that T-I-O-N ending. They were at one point pronounced like /statiʌn/ and /ratio/.

Lauren: Again, would have made spelling tests a lot easier.

Gretchen: Way easier, /ratio/! The Romans said this. But /ratʃio/, /io/ gets shortened into /raʃio/ or /steʃiʌn/ and eventually gets /steʃʌn/ and /reʃio/, and other words like that. Then there's also some that are super new, and they're not even reflected in standard English spelling. They're only in representations of informal speech. That's the words like "didja?"

Lauren: As in, “Didja find out any good facts about palatalisation? Yes, I did.”

Gretchen: Yeah! If you have “did” and “you” – well, “you” can become “ya,” obviously. Then that "ya" sound, the Y at the beginning, it's also palatal, so it can pull the D towards /dɪdʒə/. I went to . a really great restaurant when I was in New York City a couple months ago, which was pointed out to me by someone on Twitter as a linguistically interesting restaurant that I should go to. It is called “Jeet Jet.”

Lauren: “Jeet Jet?”

Gretchen: “Jeet Jet,” spelled J-E-E-T J-E-T.

Lauren: Oh, as in, “Did you eat yet?”

Gretchen: Yeah.

Lauren: “Jeet Jet.”

Gretchen: “Jeet Jet?”

Lauren: That was great. Everything is just lapsing into the palatal centre.

Gretchen: So palatal! It's a palatal palace of food.

Lauren: This is why we're not a food podcast.

Gretchen: Every so often when I used to mark linguistics papers for Intro to Linguistics, you’d get somebody who would write – instead of “palatal,” they'd write “palatial.”

Lauren: Did you draw a little palace?

Gretchen: It sounds like it’s a little palace! But also, why is it not “palatial” because “palatial” is actually the palatised version of “palatal?”

Lauren: It makes sense. We might have to let the language kick on for another couple of centuries to let that process happen.

Gretchen: What's really cool about palatals is that they keep going with the trajectories of the language. In French and Italian, the C's and G's became /dʒ/and /ʒ/ and /ʃ/ and /s/, and that's pretty well-established. In Spanish, they did this other thing. The Spanish C in front of E or I went to /θ/ in Spain, like "cerveza" (/θerbeθa/), and to /s/ in South America like /serbesa/. The J, and G, and also the X – they’re now like a /h/ sound, like in "Xavier” (/havier/). But they stopped for a while at a /ʃ/ sound. For a while, this X in Spanish was pronounced /ʃ/.

Lauren: Hmm, just hung out there for a while?

Gretchen: Yeah, you can see that trajectory happening. It happened at a very specific point in Spanish history, because this point when X was being pronounced /ʃ/ also happened right around when the Spanish conquerors were first coming in contact with Nahuatl speakers in Central America. In Nahuatl, there was a sound /ʃ/, and the Spanish speakers were like, “Well, we have a letter to represent /ʃ/. It's an X. We're going to use the X to represent /ʃ/ like we do in our own language.” They transcribed certain Nahuatl words, like the word “Mexico” – /meʃiko/ – perfectly reasonably.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: But then Spanish kept changing, and not a lot of people spoke Nahuatl, and so /meʃiko/ became /mehiko/, because the X sound was shifted from /ʃ/ to /h/.

Lauren: And so “Mexico,” did the pronunciation of it – just went with it even though it was meant to be /ʃ/?

Gretchen: A representation of the Nahuatl word.

Lauren: Ah, there you go.

Gretchen: Other languages looked at it – like English looked at the spelling of this word and said, “Well, you have an X there. We have an X.”

Lauren: “We pronounce it /ks/."

Gretchen: “Here's how we pronounce the X.” And this is where we get /mɛksɪko/, but it's actually an attempt at representing this Nahuatl sound, but then Spanish changed out from under it.

Lauren: It reminds me of when “Beijing” was updated from the older word, “Peking.” We still have “Peking” in “Peking Duck,” and you have that /k/ there in the “-king.” When it was updated, it becomes “-jing,” because over the centuries since it was originally written down, palatalisation has occurred in Mandarin Chinese.

Gretchen: Oh, that's so good! I just thought the Europeans are really incompetent at transcribing things.

Lauren: I mean, the Europeans were pretty incompetent, and I'm sure that was part of the problem. But you actually have that palatalisation happening in Mandarin as well. It's not just an Indo-European phenomenon.

Gretchen: Oh, so there's just a sound change happening in Mandarin as well at the same time. That's so good.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: There's also a really interesting historical example of other languages doing palatalisation, because once you can spot palatalisation, you can find it everywhere. It's in so many languages. I'd be honestly more surprised to find a language that had never done any sort of palatalisation – that hadn’t done it – than I would be surprised to find it in another language. Bantu languages, which are spoken in a wide swath of Africa, they have a set of prefixes that go at the beginning of certain nouns and verbs to indicate which category the nouns belong to, in a very, very simple explanation of that. One of these prefixes is used before a noun to make it the language related to that noun.

Lauren: Right.

Gretchen: So you have things like – in the Congo, the language that’s spoken is Kikongo.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: In Rwanda, the language that’s spoken is Kinyarwanda. In Botswana, the language that spoken is Setswana. What's really interesting here is that this prefix, you can tell it's started out as /ki/, but in some languages it's become /tʃi/ or /ʃi/ or /si/ or /se/. You can tell that's because this palatal vowel has brought it more towards the vowel. So you have Kiswahili, but isiZulu or isiXhosa], or Tshivenda. Some of them still have the /ki/, some of them have changed it to /si/ or /tʃi/. You can see this relationship because they all have the same prefix, but it's changed differently because the sound changes have happened differently in the different languages.

Lauren: Exactly the same set of changes as we get with our cheeses of Europe.

Gretchen: The same cheese-changes. I have a very vivid memory about when I first learned about palatalisation. This was when I went to Scottish Gaelic summer camp when I was 10 or 12?

Lauren: The thing is we don't have summer camps in Australia. So I find all summer camps mysterious. I'm like, “Of course, you went on summer camp for Gaelic. Like, that's that weird thing that North Americans do. They go on summer camp.”

Gretchen: It is not very common to go on summer camp for Gaelic. Most of the other kids that were there, were there to learn, like, fiddle, or step dance, or something, which is still fairly rare. Most people go, like, canoeing or something.

Lauren: Okay.

Gretchen: But I was a budding linguist, and I wanted to learn Gaelic. So when I was learning Gaelic, they told me about this distinction between broad vowels and slender vowels. This is super important in Gaelic and in Irish as well, because a whole bunch of consonants in Gaelic change the way they're pronounced depending on which vowels they’re next to.

Lauren: Right.

Gretchen: So you end up with all these silent vowels where the vowel itself is silent, but it's just being used to tell you how to pronounce the consonant that it's next to.

Lauren: This is a bit like when I realised the reason you don't hear, in Spanish or in English – the word “guitar,” you don't hear that U – is because Spanish uses U in the same way there, to indicate that it should be a /g/ and not a /ʒɪtɑɹ/.

Gretchen: Exactly, it means the same U that's in, like, "Guillaume" to indicate that that is a /g/ – or in “guerre,” “guerrilla,” for “war.”

Lauren: Yeah, it was a complete revelation for me when I was like, “I'm not meant to – the U is just there to help me, not to hinder me.”

Gretchen: Yeah, it's to help you according to a completely different system that you only understand incompletely.

Lauren: Yeah.

Gretchen: This is the same thing for Gaelic. If you have a word, “fáilte,” which is the word for "welcome," and the last two letters are T-E, the way you know that that T is pronounced like a /tʃ/ is because there's an E next to it. Or if you have names like “Sean,” or “Sinead,” or “Siobhan,” the way that you know that that S is pronounced like a /ʃ/ is because it has an E or an I next to it.

Lauren: Just, like, “Come with me towards the palate.”

Gretchen: This is the kind of thing that they teach you in Gaelic 101. They’re like, “Here's the broad vowels. Here's the slender vowels. Here's why they're so important,” because they tell you how to do this with all your consonants. And yet, afterwards, I was like, “But English also kind of does this. Because if you have a word like “circus,” the way that you know how each of the C's is pronounced is based on the same distinction between what Gaelic traditionally calls “broad” and “slender” vowels, but we can call “palatal” or “non-palatal” vowels. The slender vowels in Gaelic are the same thing as a palatal vowel, or a front vowel to use the proper linguistic term. All of those are the same class of things that all cause the same types of sound changes. The “broad” vowels, or the “non-palatal” vowels, or the “back” vowels are all the same category of stuff that doesn't cause the sound change. And that totally rocked my world when I figured it out the first time.

Lauren: I think the thing is, given my general spelling issues, even though I have trouble with spelling, I really appreciate that palatalisation makes pronouncing things easier. In many ways, it's really great that the writing system we have captures this history of how these sounds were all the way back to Latin, all the way back to our friend Spurius, and they're there to help us.

Gretchen: Yeah, it makes certain connections easier to see. A word like “electric,” “electricity,” the C is still there, and when you add an I on to it with the “-ity” ending, you can see it change pronunciation. You can see the connections between those words more straightforwardly. Whereas, if there was a K at the end, you wouldn't necessarily know that it was one that was going to change its pronunciation if an I was added to it. I think what fascinates me about palatalisation is it's one of the ways in which linguistics lets us peer deeply into the soul of a language, or into history of a language, and into the connections between languages, and lets us think of these things that we think of as messy and anomalous as actually a unified part of our shared anatomy across all of the spoken languages that we have this in common, which is that we all find it easier to pronounce things in a certain area of our mouths the same. That makes us part of this really big human story in what seems to be just annoying ways to spell things.

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