#same pronunciation same everything in polish

[tonilovessushi]

Hello! This idea has been stuck in my head... but the avatar characters of your choosing with a multilingual human reader (relationship can be either romantic or platonic) if that's ok 👀

Thank you! (> w < )

AVATAR AND ATWOW CHARACTERS WITH A MULTILINGUAL HUMAN S/O HEADCANONS

➻❥ jake sully, neytiri, tsu'tey, neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung, tsireya, rotxo, kiri x human! gn! reader

➻❥ fluff

➻❥ warnings: making fun of someone's hobby (?)

translations are mostly made by google translate & all the kids are aged up

btw i'm currently working on part ii of look at me so stay tuned

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JAKE SULLY

as someone who knows that there are thousands of different languages on earth and knows how to speak only one of them, he'd be pretty impressed with it, especially if he'd have tried and failed to learn one himself.

would have you say something in one language and try to guess which it is, and would be surprisingly good at it, too.

• "Uhh, it's- it's polish!" "prawidłowo!"

• "And that's... german?" "no, jake, it's dutch"

because he's so proud of himself that he learned na'vi, he'd probably be like 'well, i'm in the mood for learning a new language and i have a wonderful multilingual partner, so i'm gonna learn a new one', only to give up halfway through.

NEYTIRI

knows that humans speak different languages from grace's school, and it kind of irritated her because it's just so impractical, and since, you know, all the na'vi speak the same language. like, she understands the context but thinks it's a stupid invention and doesn't really get why you think language diversity is great.

would pick up an interest for songs in different languages though. she generally likes hearing you sing very much, and she loves the way they all have their individual sound and pronunciation when you sing them.

has taken a liking in french because it sounds so soft and sensual.

wouldn't try to learn another language, but maybe she'd let you teach her her favorite songs of your's. she'd be pretty good a learning, too, and her accent only makes everything more wholesome.

TSU'TEY

doesn't know, doesn't care. at least at first. well, the concept sounds familiar but the guy has more important stuff on his mind. but sinse it's a passion of your's and it's such a big part of yourself and something you're really proud of, he'll eventually come around to ask questions about the topic.

thinks it's really adorable when you ramble about the different languages, your fascination in them, how they differ and how each has their individual sound. you think he's just listening to you because he's being polite or something, but he surprises you when he is actually able to recall the information you have told him.

for example, once, he visited you at the lab and you were trying to explain how to pronounce a french word another human who just couldn't get it right. tsu'tey surprised everyone by explaining to him curtly that with that word, the consonants at the end of the world weren't supposed to be said.

NETEYAM

would genuinly like to listen to you talking in different language, he's really curious about it, and would probably also have a favorite language since he can difference them pretty quickly and well.

if you have a favorite language, he'd probably ask one of the scientists to look up what 'certain phrases' are in that language and recite the phrase to you. He actually has a pretty good pronunciation since he'd practice saying it to impress you.

perhaps he'd even try to learn his favorite language and he'd be a quick learner, too, surprising absolutely no one. sometimes, he'd get distracted though when you were talking and everything coming out of your mouth sounded like heaven and he just had to kiss you goddamnit! (your neck if you two aren't at the lab)

would tease his brother by saying things in said language about him without him understanding it, driving lo'ak to even think about learning the language himself so his brother doesn't play all high and mighty anymore.

LO'AK

is hooked. likes the concept of having many different languages. the diversity fascinates him. He can see why you like it so much and will encourage you to keep up your hobby.

often asks you what romantic phrases mean in one of your languages to smoothly repeat your translation after you tell him and maybe get a kiss as reward. has a flawed pronunciation but he makes an effort in saying it the way you do.

when you two used to be just friends, he'd probably randomly ask you what 'i love you' means in this or that language, maybe french because he heard you say it's the language of lovers and when you'd tell him, he'd be like 'convenient, me too' like the smug bastard he is.

AO'NUNG

so weird. why speak different languages? humans really are stupid, huh? but he can't deny that some of them sound pretty nice- but only when you say something in them.

he'd kinda make fun of you and your, as he calls it, obsession, by mimicing the alien words intentionally horribly pronounced.

likes how you shake your head in frustration and groan when he (intentionally) pronounces a word like shit. It's the most adorable sight ever to him. He'd get it wrong over and over again just to see your cute little frustrated face.

from time to time, he'd actually make a point of showing you that he was mispronouncing the words on purpose so you don't think of him as the biggest idiot that ever walked on pandora.

along the way, he was actually picking up a lot, so once, when you were vocally letting out your anger about something to him and were looking for the right word to truly describe the horribleness of the thing, he'd surprisingly chime in with the right one.

TSIREYA

would also think it's weird, but because it's you and because you're so hooked for it she tries to understand it and join you in your enthusiasm about earths language diversity.

if you ramble in a different language she doesn't understand, she'd want you to translate it and by that, pick up a few words. Otherwise, she'd still see it as kind of weird but accept you as you are of course like 'i don't really know what's wrong with them but i love them anyways'.

would tell everyone who'd make fun of the thing that was so important to you, especially her brother, to shut up about it and that whatever you were doing was great.

KIRI

would probably ask for insults or names to call her siblings or other people like ronal without them realizing what it meant.

is kinda fascinated with that little snipped of earth culture because her mother came from there, so she'd be really interested in, like, the backround, the people speaking a language or in which region which language is spoken.

she wouldn't want to learn another language herself, but she'd help you with learning a new one if you plan on doing so!

would support you by helping you with your vocabulary and always believing in you and that you can do it.

ROTXO

is actually super interested. like, genuinly. He just finds anything related to you interesting and the concept of language diversity is, in his opinion, impractical but pretty cool anyway.

would admire you deeply for learning that many languages. he'd be very proud to have such a talented and smart partner and would never stop to compliment you about it. would also boast about his amazing partner to his friends who absolutely would not understand what's supposed to be so amazing.

wouldn't want to be taught one himself but would often ask you to say something in another language and look at you with head on his hands and hearts in his eyes when you'd do so.

like neteyam, he'd probably have a favorite language after being with you for long enough.

something he'd enjoy more than anything is you singing him a lullaby in his favorite of your languages when the two of you would go to sleep. He'd hum along, (since he can't get enough of one song and always wants to listen to them over and over again, so he has them memorized by now) and snuggle to your chest for warmth.

#avatar #atwow #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #avatar fluff #neteyam sully x reader #lo'ak sully x reader #neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #kiri x reader #neytiri x human reader #neytiri x reader #avatar x reader headcanons #avatar x human reader #rotxo x reader #ao'nung x reader #jake sully x reader #tsireya x reader #ao'nung x human reader #tsu'tey x reader

[snifferish]

Sneafie Book Review: "Where the Dark Stands Still" by A.B. Porenek

Alright gamers that's right I'm posting book reviews on my tumblr, BOO! Jumpscare! Anyways I'm a spoiler free kinda guy here we go.

This week I read Where the Dark Stands Still by A.B. Porenek, this is a Young Adult Fantasy novel that leans slightly into the gothic genre. It's got a lot of Polish Folklore, It's kind of a beauty and the beast retelling? The author and the marketing has compared it to Howl's Moving Castle, which is why I originally took interest in it.

Personally, I gave this a four star rating, but on the Sneaf'o'meter of precision I'd say 73%

Let's get into the good and the everything else.

First off, If you like fun prose and description, this is for you. The Author's range of being able to describe something so beautiful and then transition to something grotesque and everywhere in between is wonderful. This ability comes into play frequently with how she describes the house in the story (which is sentient).

The magic system in this??????? Spectacular, I loved the concept. I've seen things similar to it, but it was so simple yet meaningful (AHH!). Probably my favorite part.

Another really prominent point in the marketing is the amount of Polish Folklore. There's a few specific spirits and demons referenced that are apart of it. I'm no expert on Polish folklore that's for sure, so I can't say whether it was truthful, or what the Author directly took from it. However I can say it was refreshing, new and I learned things :)

Okay sooo... Welcome to a segment called, why not five stars? I hesitate to say something is "bad" about about this book because I think it's really just preference at this point.

The exposition was normally paced but around the exposition into rising action area I felt like It was stalled. Really the book was just giving vibes left and right which is totally cool to some people, but because some information was withheld to certain points I felt like I was missing a lot of the foundation for the conflict and by the time I understood the conflict I was just like ahh, okay.

The romance plot within the story is pretty big, and to me it felt, okay. Just okay. I'll admit I'm a stinky gay that holds heterosexual romances to high standards so maybe that's why I wasn't so into it??? Again! I was so excited, I was thinking yes, it's like Howl's Moving Castle! and I just didn't get that. However, a lot of people who read this and reviewed it did get those vibes, so... not sure. Also, I think pet names just aren't my thing.... It's not usually something I find appealing in romance storylines.

Ultimately, I still really enjoyed this book. This is Porenek's debut novel, and I think it's very promising! Her writing style is excellent and I imagine she can only get better.

Also, this doesn't effect my rating at all, but I am begging fantasy Authors of all kinds to considering adding pronunciation guides. There where times I had access to my computer and I could look it up, but even then I don't know if google is telling me the right way to say it.

if you've read this I'd love to know your thoughts and if youre going to read it, well same, basically, do tell.

#snifferish #booklr #bookblr #book review #book recommendations #sneafie book review

[words-for-cat-bracket]

round 4 - week 2 - 2 of 4

brought to you by: gizmo

猫 (chinese) vs kitku (polish)

info and propawganda under the cut!

猫 (māo) /mɑu̯˥/

It sounds like Meow! Also, Cantonese is a really cool language (that I can definitely not pronounce sadly)

Little ears and a tail 🥺

sounds like meow

BRO ITSLITERALLY THE CAT SOUND IRS LITERLALY WHEN A CAT GOES "MOW" ANNSJSYSSHSHSHH

Because it sounds like a cat <3

It sounds like the sound cats make.

māo sounds like the sound a cat makes

this word reads as "māo".

real pokemon moment. we chinese really saw a cat, asked it what it wanted to be named as, and then called it that. we even kept the same intonation (the dash over the a) to ensure that everyone else who knew chinese would talk to the cat in the exact same way the cat called to us.

it's got 3 radicals; the left (犭) for quadruped animal, the cap (艹) for grass, and the base (田) for field, like rice fields. that's basically the whole backstory of how we saw and met the cat. the kitty really was just coming in from the grass on his 4 lil paws to our field and introduced themselves as mao. ily cat

if you read the cap and base section only it looks like a cat's face and ears.

every time you want to write the word cat you have to draw them!!! wont you think of a lil babey kitty while drawing them? isn't it beautiful how every time we wanted to write cat in chinese we took the time to depict a cat? decided everyone should know how or what a cat looks like and devoted our time of remembrance to just a leetol creeture?

because it's literally onomatopoeic. the cat is named after the sound it makes (which is so cute)

simple, cute, direct, just like cat

It sounds like a cat sound, and also just really nice. If you interpret the radicals in the unintended way I'm deciding to, the leftmost bit of the character could look like a cat scratching their back on a fencepost behind them, or something. Overall, it is a very cat word

it sounds like cat sounds (cute) and its easy for me to remember as a chinese novice bc it has the same radical as dog and is easy to draw

sounds like the noise cats make. cute

猫 as a character is peak cat! It's been a while since I've been in Chinese school, so bear with me, but the left side uses the claw symbol, which shows it's an animal, and the right side (苗, pronounced miáo) helps explain its pronunciation. 苗 specifically means something along the lines of seedling/young/descendant and isn't really depictive of what it means, but when I was younger, I thought it looked a little like a cat with little ears and whiskers as well. (Chinese cats say "喵" (miāo) which ties back to the 苗 symbol as well!) Also, 猫 "māo" is kind of pronounced like a meow, which I think should give it bonus points. Overall, 猫 is the peak word for cat! :3

you cannot tell me they are not the perfect word for a kitty cat. they came up to us and introduced themselves, so we decided to call them by the name they call themselves, and in mandarin, we call them "little māo" because they are our little meow meows!! they are our babies!! also chinese is Ancient. our writing system goes back like 4000 years!! and we are still using it! i admit we probably weren't calling them 貓 for all these 4000 years but respect your elders! /lh

kitku - no IPA provided

diversity for the win! kitku will devour everything

#cat polls #round 4 #猫 #māo #chinese #kitku #polish #gizmo (cats)

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 71: March 1998

Gerard likes to think of himself as reasonably fluent in Latin. At the very least, he can translate a good number of the texts his mother puts in front of him these days, and he’s written out his fair share, too, and they’re more or less understandable by anyone with a working grasp of the language. His pronunciation is decent and, when his mother reads aloud to him, he can usually comprehend it well enough.

He has, however, no clue what the old man in the frock coat is saying.

Well, that’s not…entirely true. He’s following along, for the most part. But it’s just off enough that it’s like the guy is speaking a different language. At the very least it’s a dialect he’s not familiar with, and does Latin even have dialects? He supposes it must have, at one point, just like every other language does—the Roman Empire was big enough, and lasted long enough, that there must be variants all over the place—but he’s never learned anything but the scholarly, textbook variety, and he’s not sure what’s going on.

He realizes he’s focusing on something supremely unimportant in the grand scheme of things. If he worries about how the man is saying what he’s saying, he doesn’t have to think about what he’s saying, or why he’s saying it. He can pretend everything is normal.

To his left, Melanie stands unusually still for once. Her black crepe dress with the white lace collar fits her way too well to have been recently purchased—Roger almost always buys things Melanie is going to grow into—but her patent leather Mary Janes must be new, since he’s never seen them before and they’re far too shiny to have been worn much; they haven’t even picked up much of the dirt. She’s taken her hair back with a faux pearl clip, silver stars wink in her recently pierced ears, and at her throat is a cameo necklace on a black velvet ribbon. Her face is drawn and pale, and she’s clutching an honest-to-God handkerchief trimmed in lace, which might have been white once but is currently the same ivory color as the cameo. She stares straight ahead, not moving, except for the fingers that keep twisting and twisting the handkerchief.

Gerard’s eyes rove over the crowd. It’s mostly older people, a few people he recognizes vaguely from seeing around the neighborhood and one or two who’ve come to Pinhole Books on occasion, but for the most part they’re all completely unknown to him. (He’s learned by now not to use stranger in a benign context.) Roger, standing on Melanie’s other side, seems to be polishing his square spectacles rather a lot, and Gerard’s not about to look at his mother, because he doesn’t want to know what she’s looking at and doesn’t want to get in trouble if what she’s looking at is him.

Unfortunately, that only leaves him two places to look.

He lets himself, reluctantly, look at the folding chair placed just ahead of them. It’s almost entirely empty, except for two figures. Aunt Lily has gained back some weight in the last year—a lot of weight—and now has to use a cane everywhere she goes; her hands, covered in black kid gloves, are folded neatly over the carved wooden handle, except when she raises one to cough discreetly into a handkerchief—like Melanie’s, except hers is trimmed in black. She honestly looks like she’s just stepped out of an Edwardian fashion plate in a magazine instructing people on proper mourning attire. For fuck’s sake, she even has a hat with a veil.

Of course Martin stands next to her, slightly behind her. He looks smaller than usual, like he’s crumpled in on himself. His black suit jacket is just a little too big for him, hanging loosely on his shoulders and covering half of his hands, but he’s finally grown into the Norfolk cap he’s owned as long as Gerard has known him. Because of where he’s standing, Gerard can’t see anything else, but he knows he’s wearing a pair of too-long trousers that cover his smart black school shoes. He can, however, see his face, and it makes his heart hurt. It’s beyond upset, beyond even devastated. Martin looks…lost.

Gerard looks away, and of course in doing so his eyes lock onto the box just behind the priest. For some reason, the box bothers him more than Martin’s face, even though it’s closed. Maybe especially because it’s closed.

He keeps telling himself the old man isn’t really in there. That it’s just a box, containing an empty shell. That they know the old man is dead and beyond the reach of the Fourteen. The body he viewed last night, dressed in a dove grey wool suit and fingers folded over the rosary his parents brought from Poland, isn’t really the man they all knew, it’s just a husk. That man is gone, somewhere they won’t see him for a long time, if ever. Gerard isn’t terribly sure what kind of an afterlife there is, if there even is an afterlife, and he’s not sure he’ll ever earn a place in the same afterlife as Alastair Koskiewicz if there is. But wherever it is, it’s somewhere better than this, it has to be.

It doesn’t help much.

It’s not just the fact of the coffin, the idea of being shut up in a box and dropped in a hole and covered in dirt forever and ever, and how horrifying it would be if he wakes up and can’t get out. Gerard’s read stories about that happening and it’s kept him up at nights sometimes, although not as often as thinking about the casual comment Martin made when they first met (why didn’t he ever tell Alastair about that, why hasn’t he told someone, is Martin still being punished like that, what if Martin wakes up in that coffin someday). It’s the whole fact of him being dead. Death is one of the Fourteen, after all, so even being dead doesn’t mean he’s completely safe. Gerard’s not sure how that works and he’s kind of afraid to ask.

Tiny cold fingers slide into Gerard’s, and he squeezes back on instinct. That’s all Melanie needs, apparently, and she clutches his hand so tight he almost expects his fingers to pop off. For a skinny little twig like she is, she’s got a really strong grip.

The priest recites a phrase, and even if it doesn’t sound exactly like how Gerard learned it, he at least knows what it means: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He then nods and gestures at the coffin.

Six men, five strangers and Roger, step forward and each take a handle of the coffin, then carry it over to the hole. A man, probably an employee of the cemetery, directs them, then signals for them to let go. For a moment, the coffin rests on a series of straps before the pallbearers lower it into the ground.

At his side, Melanie gives a low whimper and turns away for a moment, pressing her handkerchief to her lips, before straightening and facing the grave again.

At another signal from the priest, Aunt Lily hefts herself to her feet and limps forward, Martin trailing after her. She takes something from the priest and throws it into the open grave, then steps back. The priest beckons to Martin, who also comes forward and hesitantly lets something fall from his hand into the grave. Unlike his mother, though, he doesn’t stand back, just stays where he is. The priest ignores him in favor of finishing the ceremony.

Once the final amen is said, the crowd drifts away from the graveside and back towards the road, probably intent on heading back to the old man’s house, where a reception has been laid out. Roger moves over to assist Aunt Lily to her feet, and she leans on both him and her cane as she struggles forward. Gerard’s mother focuses on an awkward-looking young blond man standing off to one side, gives a sharp, sweetly poisonous smile, and heads in that direction. Martin remains where he is, staring down into the grave, even as the gravediggers uncover the pile of dirt under the tarp and begin spading it back into the hole. Gerard can hear the rattle as it rains on the lid of the coffin. Melanie flinches at the sound, then suddenly yanks her hand out of Gerard’s and rushes over to Martin’s side, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly.

He doesn’t react. Gerard’s heart constricts.

Hesitantly, he crosses over as well and puts one hand on Martin’s shoulder and the other on Melanie’s. He’s taller than both of them, for now anyway, tall enough that he can look over their heads and see into the grave as the smooth, polished wood gradually disappears under the dry, brittle soil.

“C’mon,” he says gently, trying to steer Melanie and Martin away. “Let’s get back to the house.”

Melanie starts to come without too much resistance, but she stops dead in her tracks when Martin doesn’t budge. He keeps watching as the coffin is slowly but steadily obscured.

He’s not crying. Gerard doesn’t like it. He understands Melanie—he’s never seen her cry, no matter how upset she gets—but Martin wears his heart on his sleeve, and the fact that he’s not crying for his grandfather is…worrying. As is the way he’s just…staring at the hole, and the box.

“Martin,” Gerard says, a little more insistently. He holds his shoulder a little tighter, shakes him a bit, trying to get his attention. The fact that Martin still doesn’t react scares him more than he’s willing to admit, and before he can stop himself, he slaps the younger boy across the face. “Martin!”

Martin jerks and stumbles back from the edge of the grave. Gerard takes advantage of him being off-balance to grab his arm and drag him away; Melanie loops her arm through his other one and helps, although she’s not much help. Actually, Gerard has to admit that if Martin wasn’t already off-balance, he wouldn’t be able to move him either. Martin is chubby, to put it politely, and probably weighs as much as both of them put together, and he can be quite difficult to move when he wants to be.

The village cemetery is probably a good mile from the house, but most of the cars have already left by the time they manage to wrestle Martin to the road. Gerard reckons that’s probably not the worst thing in the world—the walk will do them good—but before he can even bring that up, a woman comes over to them. She looks to be about the same age as Gerard’s mother, a sweet-faced woman whose thick braid of hair is more white than black but whose dark blue eyes shine with innocence, and she’s dressed in a black skirt suit that looks more like an everyday work outfit than something bought specially for a funeral.

“It’s Martin, isn’t it?” she says in a soft, gentle voice. Martin recoils, shrinking back, a naked terror suddenly replacing the half-blind look that was in them before, but nods once. The woman doesn’t seem to notice his fear. “I’m so sorry about your grandfather, dear. I used to work with him a long time ago. He was a very, very good man.” Turning to Gerard, she adds, “And of course, you’re Eric’s son, aren’t you? Gerard? We used to be colleagues. I was saddened to hear of his passing.”

Passing. Like it was an easy thing and not the work of his mother and a pair of hedge clippers. Gerard swallows down that response and only says, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

Turning to Melanie, the woman’s smile softens. “And who are you, sweetling?”

Melanie surprises Gerard. She looks up at Martin briefly, then back at the woman, but doesn’t answer. Gerard figures she’s just shy for some reason, or too upset to talk, and steps in. “This is Melanie. She’s our friend. Her dad was one of the pallbearers.”

“Of course, of course. Are you a friend of the family, then?”

Gerard starts to answer, but Melanie shakes her head and pulls on Martin’s arm. “Gerry, you know we’re not supposed to talk to strangers. C’mon, let’s go home.”

“Oh!” The woman gives a silvery laugh, then instantly sobers. “I’m so sorry, I forgot entirely! Of course none of you know me. My name is Emma.” She looks around the parking lot and adds, “It looks like everyone else has left already. Why don’t I give you a ride back to the house?”

“No.” That single word, laden with terror and cracked with tears, explodes out of Martin’s mouth as he takes a step back. It shocks Gerard, who suddenly realizes it’s the first word out of Martin’s mouth since Alastair died, but also because Martin is never rude to grown-ups. Or anybody, really, but especially not grown-ups.

He’s right, though. Gerard was on the verge of accepting the ride, but it dawns on him just how stupid an idea that is. They don’t know this woman, and for all she claims to know both Martin’s grandfather and Gerard’s father, they can’t prove she actually does. Did. She could be trying to kidnap them, or worse.

With that in mind, Gerard tosses a hasty, “Thank you, ma’am, nice to meet you!” over his shoulder as he heads up the block, arm still looped through Martin’s. It’s hard to say who’s dragging whom.

It takes them almost half an hour to get back to the house. The drive and street are clogged with cars, including the one belonging to the woman called Emma—so at least she’s actually here—and a few shadowy figures pass by the windows. Gerard figures they’ll slip inside, grab a plate each, and find a quiet corner to tuck into.

Martin surprises him again. He bypasses the house entirely, sliding his arms from Melanie and Gerard’s without a word, and makes straight for the grove of cherry trees, currently bare and only just beginning to think about budding; they won’t flower for at least another month. He doesn’t stop there, either, just reaches up and seizes a low-hanging branch and hauls himself into one of the older and sturdier trees. Martin might be plump, but he’s strong.

“Martin! Jesus.” Gerard looks at Melanie, who gives him a worried look in reply. Bowing to the inevitable, he goes over to the tree with her and boosts her up. Once she’s managed to pull herself onto a branch, and while she’s trying to figure out how to climb a bit higher to reach Martin, Gerard turns and heads back into the house.

For a wonder, he manages to elude both his mother and Martin’s, retrieve a few snacks he can secrete in his jacket pocket, and slip back out again without anyone being the wiser. Getting himself into the tree is harder, but with the assistance of the split-rail fence and a bit of effort he manages it. Martin has climbed as high as he possibly can before the branches won’t hold him anymore, and Melanie has managed, with some difficulty, to get just a couple branches below him. Gerard makes his way up to join them, then fetches the food out from his pocket and passes some to Melanie and some to Martin. He takes it mechanically, but doesn’t eat.

Finally, Gerard breaks the silence. “I’m sorry for telling that woman your name, Neens.”

“I don’t mind. She knew yours and Martin’s, it’s only fair she knew mine, too. I just wasn’t going to talk to her.” Melanie peers up at Martin. “You didn’t like her, did you?”

Martin shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. The sausage roll hangs from his hand, and he’s staring vacantly at something far away. He looks a lot older than nine years old and Gerard doesn’t know how to fix it.

Before he can figure out what to say, or even if he’s going to say anything, he hears voices and looks down. The woman from the cemetery is passing under the trees—which she has no reason to do, they’re not between the house and the cars—along with two other people, neither of whom look so old. Gerard can’t tell genders from this angle, only that one has curly blond hair and the other has sandy brown shingled hair. They’ve obviously all been at the funeral, or are trying to blend in with it, and are apparently mid-conversation.

“—know him?” a man’s voice asks. “I guess she must have, if you did. Shame she couldn’t come.”

“She’s very busy.” The older woman’s voice doesn’t quite have the same soft, gentle tones it did when she was speaking to the three of them, but it still sounds very sweet and pleasant. “That’s why she sent us, to pay her regards.”

“I have to say,” says a woman’s voice, “the, er, bereaved didn’t seem particularly upset.” The person with the shingled hair stops and puts hands on hips, so Gerard presumes she’s the one speaking. “Not until you mentioned the Institute, anyway.”

“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” the man says, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “I—I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. I mean, if her father worked there…”

“Worked, past tense,” the unknown woman points out. “Why did he leave, anyway, Emma?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Emma says, a bit vaguely. “It was so long ago—it wasn’t very long after I started working for Gertrude myself.”

“Was he in the Archives, too? Did he know Eric?” The man’s voice is a bit eager.

“Gracious, no, not the Archives. Alastair was a practical researcher. You’ll find his name on several of the catalog entries for the older artifacts, if you know where to look.” Emma sighs. “But yes, he knew Eric, too. And Fiona—you never met her, of course, she sadly passed away before your time—”

“Didn’t I get hired to replace her?”

“—he was always so patient with her. The rest of us thought she was a bit of a fuddy-duddy, honestly, but I suppose she reminded him of his own mother.”

“You must have known him well,” the unknown woman says shrewdly.

Emma shrugs. “Not very, honestly. As I said, we were in different departments. He usually brought down information for Gertrude from the other departments, and they’d chat a bit, but I was always so busy I never had much time.”

“Ms. Robinson must have been busy, too,” the man says, sounding defensive.

“I’m not saying she wasn’t, Michael dear. Only that I didn’t make the time to make as many connections as she did.” Emma sighs—a bit theatrically, Gerard thinks. “It’s something I regret in my old age.”

“You’re not old.” Michael, or at least Gerard assumes he’s Michael, touches her arm urgently. “You’re still quite young, honest.”

Emma laughs that same silvery laugh. “You’re so sweet.”

Michael sighs. “You know who I feel bad for, though? That little boy. Is that—was that Alastair’s grandson?”

“Yes, that’s Martin. I wanted to speak a bit more with him, but he’s understandably upset. He must have loved his grandfather very much.” Emma clucks her tongue. “The poor little thing.”

“His grandfather loved him, too,” the unknown woman says. “I didn’t see a single picture of his mother anywhere in that house, but that little boy was all over it.” She sighs. “Come on. We’d best be getting back. I’ve still got to follow up with a couple of people.”

They move off, and for a few moments, there is complete silence. Then something wet hits Gerard’s hand. He looks up and sees Martin, still staring fixedly ahead of him, but with big, fat tears dripping down his cheeks.

“Martin.” Abandoning safety, sense, and sausage roll, Melanie pulls herself to a standing position and lunges forward to wrap her arms around Martin’s middle before Gerard can tell her be careful. She buries her face in his side and just holds on for dear life.

“I can’t remember his face,” Martin says, his voice small and fragile and choked with tears. “I, I didn’t—Mum said, she said I wasn’t allowed to look if I couldn’t see on my own and, and I was too short, so I didn’t see him last night, there was just the picture, but he was so young, he wasn’t—he wasn’t finished. It wasn’t his face. But I can’t remember what he looked like. He loved me so much and I can’t remember his face…”

Gerard swallows hard. He can empathize with that, a little, anyway. He barely remembers what his own father looked like, and…well, he assumes his father loved him. He remembers loving his father, anyway. Martin’s had nine years with his grandfather and only just lost him. That has to be disconcerting.

He could describe it to him. Tell Martin what his grandfather looks like. He could also reassure him that even if he had been able to look into the coffin last night, it wouldn’t have looked like his grandfather, not with all the makeup and the weird slackness that death adds to a face.

He doesn’t. Instead, he puts one hand on Martin’s leg and the other on Melanie’s waist and summons up every ounce of authority and assurance he can.

“You don’t have to,” he says.

Martin blinks and looks down at Gerard. “Wh-what?”

“You don’t have to remember his face,” Gerard repeats. “Is that what’s important? Or is it important that he loved you, and you love him? You can remember what he sounded like when he told you stories or taught you poems, right? What it felt like when he hugged you? What the cherry pie he made specially for you smelled like?”

“Yeah…?”

“Then that’s what matters. Faces change. Yours isn’t finished yet either, or mine, or Melanie’s, and if you didn’t see us for years and years and then one day you saw us again, maybe you wouldn’t remember what we looked like, but you’d remember we’re your friends. Love doesn’t have to look. Love just has to be.”

Melanie and Martin both stare at Gerard, who tries not to look embarrassed. He’s almost twelve, and love isn’t a word he throws around a lot, but for these two, he’ll do it. He’s never had a brother or a sister, but he feels like he’s got one now. And Alastair treated him like another grandson. He’s, he was, a good man, and Martin deserves to not feel bad for remembering him in whatever way he does.

“Besides,” he adds, to lighten the mood a little bit. “He looks a lot like a cross between your mum and a bulldog with big dangly jowls and a walrus mustache. You don’t want that image in your head all the time.”

It elicits a tiny giggle out of the other two, and Martin starts to wipe his eyes with his sleeve before Melanie hands him her handkerchief. “He’s right,” she tells him. “Not about your granddad, not exactly, but—I don’t remember what Mama looked like either. Not really. The only picture I’ve got of her is from after she got sick, and that didn’t look like her really either.”

Martin dabs at his cheeks. “But…but what if I do forget?”

“Then we’ll remind you,” Gerard says. “That’s what family is for, right?”

At that, Martin finally smiles and nods. “Yeah. That’s what family is for.”

#ollie writes fanfic #tma fanfic #to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest) #gerard keay #martin blackwood #melanie king #martin blackwood's mother #death #funerals #burial #implied/referenced child abuse #mention of murder #forgetfulness #grief

[sang8262]

SF6 - JP's Title Localization

it is correctly in the singular, because i noticed that one specific title was being localized very different between each language!

the title in question is the "Stick it to me" title for JP that tou earn via kudos. Each charactsr has a different set you can unlock, so they're all uniqely tailored.

and i'll go through each language's version of this, translating them into english below!

TL;DR (but it's not brief cause it's complicated)

Japanese title means "a nice (walking) stick", as it's a pun on "Stick" sounding like "Great/ marvelous" in Japanese.

The English title emulates the pun with the title "Stick it to me", with "Stick" indicating both the walking-stick, and JP's tendency to provoke or incite controversy, as a taunt.

This caused the rest of the languages' localizations of this title to split into either: following the meaning of the Japanese title, or the English title.

Chinese, Korean, and French follow mostly the "a gorgeous stick/ cane" meaning.

Polish, German, Portuguese (Brazil), Italian, Spanish (Latin America), Russian, and Arabic reflect the Engilsh title more. They're all different ways of saying, essentially, 'show me what you got. come on and give it to me'.

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But first, let's check the original Japanese title, since SF6 is a Japanese game after all. this is the closest to what the devs envisioned, i'd say:

The literal translation says "a nice/marvelous stick (cane)". There are other words in Japanese to say cane or walking stick, but they intentionally use the katakana version of "stick" to make it a pun.

As it's read in romaji: "sutekina sutekki".

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The English version of this title is this:

In my opinion, I think they chose this to convey the pun of the original, more so than the literal meaning. It still references JP's cane/ walking stick, while playing into his other title, "Incites Controversy" or his special, Amnesia.

I find this much more interesting of a localization, gives it more flavor and whimsy to these titles!

It's especially interesting, since this seemingly caused the rest of the languages to divide into two different groups of localizations: either following the example set by the Japanese title, or the English title.

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To start, both traditional Chinese:

and simplified Chinese:

follow the Japanese meaning of "a great/ magnificent stick" near identically. But it loses the pun since the pronunciation is completely different.

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Korean is the same way:

Literally meaning "a marvelous cane", and again, completely losing the pun in favor of an accurate meaning.

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Interestingly, French also follows the Japanese version:

"An elegant cane", and no pun here either.

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Now come the languages that decided to follow in the footsteps of the English version. These, I have translated using Reverso ( https://www.reverso.net/text-translation ), since it provides examples of phrases in context.

I've done my best to look up the colloquial meanings for these, but do add on or correct what I have if you have better insight!

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First is Polish:

Meaning something like "Punish me" or "Give me a thrashing". I guess it's adjacent to the English "Stick it to me", in that it's provoking and taunting the opponent to 'go on, give me your worst' type of vibe.

It's definitely more direct, and loses the pun on "stick" being both 'cane' and 'roughing someone up'.

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German is much the same:

meaning "give it to me" or "show me". Something like 'show me what you got' seems to be what it means.

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Next is Brazilian Portuguese:

Most literally, it'd mean "Come at me with everything". But Reverso also gave "Bring it on" and even "take your shot" as suggestions.

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Spanish (Latin American) was the most surprising:

Word-for-word meaning "Put all the meat on the grill". But idiomatically meaning closer to "give it your all" or "pull out all the stops".

I personally like "put all your eggs in one basket" as a parallel to the "putting all your meat on one grill". But again, it maintains the meaning of the English version's 'give me everything you got'.

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Italian is much more direct:

Literally closer to "Make me pay", but there was a suggestion for "give it to me good".

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I had some questions about the Russian version as it's:

I figure both the Italian and Russian versions are the closest to being puns or wordplay, since they're related to paying.. therefore money.. and JP used to be Shadaloo's financial advisor.

literally meaning "put it on my tab/ bill". I couldn't find examples or explanations of this being an idiom for anything, but I might easily have missed something!

Given the previous translations, I'm taking it as a twist on "make me pay for it" or... to put it on a tab.

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Finally, we have Arabic, which happens to be a bit of an outlier:

Literally, it's "stay with me" or "stick with me". Its meaning doesn't reflect either the Japanese version of 'really cool walking-stick', but doesn't follow the English title's 'show me what you got' definition either.

Closing Thoughts (aka it's 5 am and i must ramble)

I couldn't find any alternative meanings for this either, so it seems to only mean "please remain beside me". I might guess that they tried to follow the English "stick it to me" version, but some how interpreted 'stick' as 'remain/ stay close'.

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I really enjoyed the fact that many of the different languages had different phrasing! Hell, even the English title was VERY different from the Japanese one in meaning, but still manages to keep the wordplay of it in there.

It's also interesting to see which languages followed which example: it makes sense to me that all the Asian languages would be closer to Japanese, but French caught me by surprise.

Did they not find a suitable phrase or idiom in French that would mean something like the English title? Why didn't the others go this route? I'm not aware of the specific inner pipeline at Capcom that lead to these differences (like, how much communication do each localization team have with one another?), but this did make me more curious about the process!

It's also made me aware of just what else I'm missing out on, in the other languages. I do try to check certain dialogues or such in Japanese (since it's arguably the 'original' and most reflective of the dev's visions for the game), and then in Korean (since that's my mother tongue). It'd be bit too much work to go through every language in full to compare and contrast versions, but I didn't realize just how varied they each might be.

and end up being, rather provocative. inciting controversy. taunting and riling up for sure. bordering on masochistic??? I won't lie, tonally, a lot of them are pretty whimsical (Russian's "put it on my tab"), so i really thank the variety of flavor text we got thanks to localization of so many languages.

PERHAPS a slight bit more interesting, are my thoughts on what this says about JP.

Considering that, the majority of them follow the English title,

Anyway, please, do try to hit JP with a heavy punch, or super, or throw... He can take it...

...with OD amnesia. As long as it isn't a projectile that is.

#sf6 jp #jp rambles #this took way longer than i thought and ended up being way longer than i thought #i really cant get over how silly some of them are #or that it's a PUN in japanese i hate/love it argjkdhfgk #old man is full of whimsy

[12loona]

[FANCAFE] 221128 | LOONA Fancafe update - Yves’s 5th Anniversary 🎉

Yves’s letter to Orbits is located under the cut:

To Orbit 『A certain thing glows as it burns itself. It is because it is leaking memories past in each moment. It is because sorrow passes by it in each moment. How is a person made complete. How does time manipulate fear. Where is the joy in singing the same song as everyone else. No one, not a single one, tells you where you must go. You must rediscover the voice unique to you. You must approach the varied forms and textures of things that are. Reconstitute in your memory, a light that diffuses and radiates. It is okay, even if you sink into an even deeper bottom, in an even deeper darkness. In the way of dying, hand over a flower that blooms.』 . . We choose to bless all things that disappear. For time is not something that disappears, but something that accumulates.This is an excerpt from “When We Walked Through the Mist, the Night Guided Us”, part of the poet Lee Jenny’s 『Things Flowingly Written As Such』. I debated for a long time how to begin this post.. Then I lightly picked up a book, and I felt a sensation of being absorbed before I knew it, and so this is how I begin. For some reason, when I read those passages, I was so comforted that I made the ridiculous mistake of thinking, “What if all of the time I’ve passed by and experienced was just so that I could read this poem?” Well, I am not yet sure what words the poet is delivering to me, with what intent and emotion. Nor am I yet sure what in the world I am trying to tell all of you, going ahead and writing down this poem of the poet. But one thing I can tell you for sure is, those passages gave me a great deal of consolation And rather than the obvious and common flashy greetings, what I wanted was to return consolation to all of you, writing down my truthful feelings word by word. The consolation I give you on my 5th anniversary may sound a little funny. Even so, I sincerely congratulate us on our 5th anniversary of being together. When I put a dot on the word ‘congratulation’ and look closely What I see is not a brief serenade for a happy ending, for just that one moment; but rather I see a heart that comforts you, in all of those times when you were working so hard to reach something. I have become able to see through the essence of a word in this way, despite my bad eyesight, because I have learned how to see with my heart. A heart with fine and well-polished texture has a polarity that is opposite of my own coarse heart; and so when it faces me, like magnets we embrace each other and offer up the warmth of our sides. But an edged heart that is rough and sharp succeeds in scratching my own heart and pushes me away. In this way, some hearts and other hearts, with the same pronunciation Create such different sounds. The hearts that wanted to comfort me, and conversely the clumsy hearts that never were comforted and grew crooked. All the moments I have passed by, ones that have made me laugh and made me cry in silence, reach their long arms out to me and offer me consolation at the tip of their tenuous fingers. And when they do, I want to yell and hand over a flower, so that when I am in the darkness someday, I may be able to hear. That everything is okay. Some people might say it has ‘only’ been five years. But the five whole years I have been through somehow feel like a dizzyingly long time. And of course, in those times I was never alone. Despite that, why do I only understand after five ‘whole’ years have passed. When I had to walk the abject darkness, when I could not see an inch in front of me, I had nothing, and so I had to burn myself to make light. For that was the only way my cowardly self could walk forward. That light made me move forward, but also step back at the same time. As the light grew dimmer and dimmer the more I walked, I blamed myself, but by then I was all burnt up and nothing was left. If only I had not looked ahead, but looked to my side, looked behind me… Then I could have faced my Orbits in truth a little earlier. Even when I did not notice you and walked past you, Orbits must have protected me for a long time from behind me, from my side, yes? Now I too want to tell you. That I will always be here, so you should not worry. That when Orbits sometimes look back, and look to your side, I will be standing there so you can see me easily, always. I think once again. It has already been 5 years of us being together. As the years go by, it seems that my affection, the words I want to say, and the words I still cannot bring up, all grow in proportion. Needless to say, light exists because darkness does And darkness only feels dark because there is light. I could not feel darkness before I met Orbit, and then I met Orbit; now, even if I close my eyes at your dazzling bright light, I clearly see your afterimage. Even when I sometimes fall into a deep, dark dream again, I am not afraid. No, you set me at ease, telling me I do not have to be afraid. Even when I cannot see an inch ahead, following the light that I sense with my heart, I close my eyes and take a step towards the dawn. Before I know it, the wind that comes through the window in my room has become cold. Today, I opened up the snowy white heart that was piled up in a heap, and it was the memory we had sent to us from last year. I took a deep breath to read it, tightly packed into a breath my wishes that we should open it together again next year, and then folded and sent it out of the window. As we wait for the coming spring, summer, fall, and this time of year around winter, I hope we’ll open up today, together, once again. Picking back up the words that still try to force their way out, I would like to substitute the passages that conclude the poem I wrote for you before, in place of my feelings. Again in this coming winter, trust me, let us trust each other, and let us move forward. No matter what. . . . 『There is a memory that seeps beyond the boundary of darkness. It is light, but it does not tear easily, and it recovers robustly. In a borderless voice, it asks a clear question. Where are you. Are you here now. As we walk through the mist, we arrive at the center of the night. Referring to the unknown as the darkness, we proceed dimly. You must know that even when you walk in place, you are moving forward. The first sentence has fallen to the ground, and the final sentence opens up into wings. Knocking on the future, we create the past. The entrance of the world is opening. There is a beauty that you hear behind the breathing.』 From Sooyoungie

English translation © Team Subbits

#loona #yves #p:official #p:fancafe #p:selca #p:anniversary #era: hash #era: luminous #era: flip that #221128 #she has such a way with words #she means so much to me more than my own words can describe

[billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow]

Okay, I'm making a longer rant (because if there's one thing that triggers my barking response it is fucking language) about how people who have never learned any language shouldn't be allowed to do it because @sepulchrally-handsome enabled me into this

Or How Stranger Things Fucked Up One More Thing

There are three specific I would like to talk about: Robin And The Evil Russians In American Mall, Hopper In Russian Prison, and El Can't Speak Properly

1. Robin And The Evil Russians In American Mall

So okay, you have a tape record of a code in a language you don't know even the alphabet to. First of all, you are so lucky that the sender was speaking this clearly with a good pronunciation and voice, and so fucking slow, and using full words instead of short versions and everything. You are also lucky as hell the recording is that clear and that your player is this good

So Robin hears this tape and manages to write it down using English transcriptions of Russian letters, then reverse them back into Russian letters to find them in the dictionary and translate them into English. She can do that because she know English (native), Spanish, Italian and French, according to the show

A. She know three languages from the same family and a language that is basically an ugly bastard child in its own family. Russian is from a completely different subfamily of Indo-European language family. It has completely different lexicon and grammar system (which is relevant), so none of this knowledge would've helped her, really, only maybe very vaguely to understand that different languages work differently. Learning three fairly closely related languages doesn't exactly show that you can pick up a language easily, it shows that you understood the system of this family, that's it (I know, I learned Dutch after German)

B. She could've figured out the consonants in Russian, but not the vowels. Russian, unlike a lot of Indo-European languages, has an extremely lazy pronunciation system. Unless the vowel is stressed, is in the syllable right before the stressed one, or is in the beginning of a word, it becomes just a sound. It's a sound all vowels become if they are in any other position than I mentioned before. They all become the same. You actually can't tell what letter it is, because in the writing they are all different, but they sound the same

Like молоко - milk - is pronounced roughly like [m'lak`o] which can be spelled малако, мелако, мылако (technically also мулако but there's a small difference) x actually using о as the second vowel. If you don't know the language, it's very hard to figure out which letter to use, which would be crucial in their situation, since they wouldn't be able to find a wrongly spelled letter in the dictionary

C. Russian has something English doesn't, that being inflection. This means the words have endings that change depending on the form it needs to be (like have/has, but basically all the words change). In dictionaries the words are give in their initial form (infinitive for verbs, singular male for all the other words). Without actually knowing how to decline words, you won't be able to figure out their initial form, even if you have a little grammar handbook in the beginning of the dictionary. You need to know the gender of a noun, and you can't always tell by just looking at it. Also, their dictionary is very small, so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All of this wouldn't have been an issues if they said she knew Ukrainian or Belarusian. The spelling is different, the pronunciation is different, the grammar is also different, but I still would've been like ehhh she probably could figure it out, she at least knew the alphabet and a lot of roots are the same. Hell, even if she said Polish or something, I would have found it so insane

2. Hopper In Russian Prison

I was willing the guy from Alaska slide (despite the fact that his language was kind of too complex, it's alright, maybe he reads a lot and talks to people who talk in such language a lot), but Dmitri? No

At first I was like hmm how likely it was to find a person who spoke English at all working as a prison guard in Kamchatka in what, 87? But then I figured out that it was actually possible, a lot of schools taught English and not German by then, and because of how USSR worked, there was always a chance to get a good language teacher pretty much anywhere

Okay, so there was a chance that people around Hopper knew some English. They could've been able to establish communication. But do people who don't know any foreign languages actually understand how much it takes to talk well? That it takes even more to understand someone? There's just straight up no way in hell Dimitri would've been able to talk the way he did. He actually uses complex constructions, words and even phraseology that he couldn't have picked up from Hop

You can not actually have a good command of a language without practicing it, reading and writing and talking and listening in it. Language goes away very fast. There was actually no reason for him to practice since school, so his language would've been very basic. To pick up complex phraseology you need to consume content in this language, and that was very much not a thing in USSR

He could've talked to Hop but just a bit better than the way Hop is shown talking in Russian actually, maybe with a few more words. Plus the accent dodjjd like no, he talks way too clearly for most people from general Russian population

AND does anyone even comprehend how hard synchronised translation is? It's impossible to do without prep, and that's what Dmitri was supposed to be doing when Hopper was telling his story to the guys that were supposed to fight the monster. It's freaking impossible, I know, I was trained to do it djdnjd

3. El Can't Speak Properly

This one is actually the one I'm the least sure about, since I'm not actually a specialist in this field, and my friend I discussed this with is just a pediatrician so she has some idea, but just enough to send someone to a specialist if she sees something wrong. Plus this can totally be explained as an individual thing for El and I actually would be totally fine with it, so it's kind of less annoying for me than the first two, but still

Okay, we have s1 El. She can't talk very well. Fine, it's her character, plus if we take that her powers are kind of like controlled epilepsy, then who know what kind of damage she gets and what triggers what, epilepsy is very unclear. It's still kind of weird how she doesn't use pronouns even in situations when she clearly needs them since English is her only language and English needs its pronouns, but okay, maybe she was that isolated

And then season 4 rolls out

And I go))) they just made all of it lose any sense

She is shown to have had fairly free communication with the staff, with other kids, all the other kids speak like normal kids. Henry and Brenner and the guards and the medical personnel are all shown to speak to her like normal. She's around 8 when the whole debacle happens. By then, her language and understanding of her vs the world had to have been developed enough for not to be able regress into actually not knowing pronouns, it's what kids at two learn to do when they are starting to separate themselves form the world, it's a very basic thing. Losing her vocabulary? Okay, but she would've snapped back when they got her out pretty quickly. However the show insists that she still has some trouble with her words , in the present for the show time

There's a chance that it's the consequences of her being the only experiment for a couple of year and them overworking her brain, plus using a lot of power for opening and closing the portals and stuff, or her just having individual language development issues, I'm even ready to take it that she spoke better in the flashbacks because she was projecting her teen self there, but it's never actually stated, so we can't know for sure

Still her understanding probably should've been better I think

I have a master's degree (with honours btw 😘) in this shit, so I'm almost qualified enough to speak about language here, plus due to personal reason I'm intimately familiar with the language situation in USSR. I'm not that good at child development, but these are things that my pediatrician friend and I agreed on

#stranger things #like a really long one<3 #that's definitely a post

[kurlyfrasier]

1) Bleeding Heart: Necessities

Side Stories to Beskar Kisses & Sequel to The Mand’alor’Kar’ta

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: Din goes to the cantina for intel. 

Masterlist

A/N: Well people, I know I said this may not happen - especially not this quick - but it did. This takes place directly after The Mand’alor’Kar’ta: Prelude Beskar Kisses. Updates will likely be slow and infrequent, just fyi. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything

Warnings: Mentions of violence. Voices, kinda Haunted!Din. No use of y/n, if you like that. Cute moments.

Word Count: 1250

Mando’a:

- Di’kut (DEE-koot): Idiot

- Kar’ta (Kah-ROH-ta): Heart

Mando’a words and pronunciations found here.

Din stared at the fabric bolts, not having any idea of what you would like. All he knew was that you needed more clothes. Not wanted. Needed. Because all you had were the items on your back. Considering you were haggling with the front desk about working for a room, he assumed you had no credits on you. When you came out of the fresher in the same clothes he first saw you in - smudged in dirt, worn hem, and thinned fabric - he realized you needed clothes and that you weren’t about to ask him to give you some pay in advance. For something necessary. That you needed.

Of course his Kar’ta would be stubborn and selfless.

A smile bloomed under the helmet. Stubborn and selfless meant he could spoil you relentlessly, even if it might cause you embarrassment. He found he didn’t care, thinking you probably looked adorable when embarrassed. Spoiling you would be worth it, no matter the consequences. Not that he could think of any at that particular moment.

“I need clothes for every kind of weather: from desert planets to ice planets and everything in between. At least three of each item,” DIn told the shaking stall owner.

“What size would you like, sir?” She grabbed the fabric closest to her and held it close to her chest, like a shield. Din would laugh if it didn’t happen so often. 

“Someone of this height,” he moved his arm to about your height before moving them to show your width. “And this width.”

“Uh…That’s not exactly,” the lady licked her dry lips, eyes bouncing everywhere but at Din. “I’ll get started right away, sir. When do you need them by?”

“I need one set within the hour. The rest by the day after tomorrow.”

Her eyes blew wide, fingertips turned white from gripping the bolt of fabric so tight.

“Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she nodded emphatically, starting to scurry off. “I’ll start right away. See you in an hour.”

Din walked away feeling uncharacteristically giddy, body buzzing in anticipation of getting something for you. Wandering around the stalls he decided he should get a new toy, or at least a special snack for Grogu as well.

It was strange, he thought, that his heart continued to beat without your presence next to him. Each beat reminding him he’s alive and well, no longer dependent on the darksaber to keep him alive. He gripped the handle, thinking once upon a time he would’ve given everything to be rid of it. But now…. Now it was an extension of him, a heavy crown that led him to you.

A quiet hum filled his head as though the darksaber was lit. DIn feigned ignorance of it and moved on.

After finding some satisfactory building blocks and jerky for his kid, Din found old habits died hard as he entered the local cantina, surreptitiously searching for threats as he made his way to the bartender.

“I need information,” Din laid a few credits on the bar.

“About what,” the light blue, almost gray, aging Twi’lek said, sounding wary and keeping an arm’s length away from the counter as he polished a glass.

“Has a local senator or dignitary lost their mother recently,” Din said, casually leaning on his elbows, showing the bartender his hands were empty - that he meant no harm.

“There was a funeral recently,” he said, glancing at the door as more customers walked through and found a place to sit. He leaned in closer, seeming more relaxed, and spoke quieter than before. “For the mother of Senator Hak Inut. Everyone loved her. She always tipped good and danced with the locals before she got sick. Said it helped remind her of where she came from. Once she couldn’t make her weekly visit, her handmaiden would pick up a meal for her. Too good to be a servant of any sort, that one. Too sweet, never complained. The sort who- well, she’s probably nobody to you.”

“What’s she look like,” Din said, hoping he was talking about you. It would make finding this Hak Inut much easier than anticipated.

“Why?” The bartender stood tall, puffing out his chest as he set the glass down.

“Di’kut,” an old, familiar voice sounded through Din’s head, startling him more than he’d like to admit. It had been a while since he had heard the haunting voice. “Answer us,” the darksaber roared as though the bartender could hear it, drowning all outward sounds of the cantina.

“Might be who I just hired-”

“For what,” the bartender demanded, voice close to a shout, causing patrons to murmur. “She’s no warrior looking for adventure. She never hurt nobody-”

“We would never endanger Kar’ta.”

“Nothing dangerous, I assure you,” Din lifted his hands in surrender, not wanting to start anything, against the darksaber’s obvious wishes, and was relieved when the Twi’lek deflated, grabbing another glass to polish.

“We keep Kar’ta safe.”

“Good,” he nodded and continued with a description of you. “You’re not gonna make her,” he trailed off, his other hand waving in circles. “Dance in court or anything, are ya?”

“Kill him.”

“Dance in-” Din shook his head, at the Twi’lek or the darksaber, he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well you're that Mandalorian who reclaimed Mandalore, right? The new king?”

“Yes,” it purred.

Din stayed silent, ignoring the voice and unwilling to admit the bartender guessed right.

“I’ve heard rumors he doesn’t paint his armor and wears the skull of a mudhorn,” he pointedly made eye contact on Din’s mudhorn signet. “Also heard he’s the reason for the negotiations going on. Everyone’s been buzzing about you, hoping you don’t bring your army and destroy us all.”

“Not a bad idea, actually,” the darksaber chuckled, its thirst for death never truly sated - no matter the amount of decapitations in a day..

“Sounds unreasonable,” Din stated, almost always at war with the weapon, placing a few more credits down in hopes the guy would stay silent about his presence there and left, wondering how he came out of that story as a tyrant.

He blamed the darksaber.

Back at the fabric stall, Din grabbed your new clothes and dropped credits with a quick “thank you” in one fluid movement, refusing to be away from you any longer than necessary. The market crowd had thinned, making the trip back to the hotel quicker than that morning’s walk to the market.

Din found you asleep on the stiff couch, quiet snores filling the air, Grogu laying on your stomach, a drool dripping from his mouth. With a resigned sigh, he set your clothes down on a nearby chair before lifting you up and moving you to the bed, hoping this nap was due to the kid wearing you out more than a restless night’s sleep.

After covering you up, moving Grogu to the pillow next to you, he retrieved the clothes and set them on the end of the bed, hoping you would at least wear this set even if you didn’t like it.

“Kar’ta is safe,” it sighed, content for the first time since Din came to possess the darksaber.

Once the door swooshed shut behind him, Din started for the next meeting of negotiations, secretly hoping Hak Inut would be introduced to him.

“Death to Hak Inut. Death to Hak Inut. Death to Hak Inut,” the darksaber taunted with each step and Din agreed, a feral smile appearing under the helmet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

THANKS FOR READING!

Please, I beg of you, tell me if the voice thing gets confusing. Yes, if you were wondering, the darksaber was the one speaking to Reader in Beskar Kisses. I don’t think I ever made that clear. Also, should ‘darksaber’ be capitalized? I’m thinking yes, but I haven’t been doing that lol fail

TAGLIST:  @againstacecilia @djarinslove @bxmxtx @takeyour-pants-off​

Please, let me know if you would like me to take you off of this taglist since Beskar Kisses is technically done.

#the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #beskar kisses #fanfic #cute moments #Darksaber #grogu #mentions of violence #voices #reader #you #no use of y/n #star wars #my writing #bleeding heart #sequel #the mand'alor'kar'ta

[council-of-beetroot]

compliment; I think it's cool you're learning Polish because I have a friend who is trying to as well and apparently it's a very hard language to learn so I think that's quite admirable :D

Oh yeah! Język polski jest bardzo trudny! It's difficult learning a third language because I mix up both languages now and I have to basically tell my brain that not English mode doesn't mean Solamente Español!

The hardest part is grammar because cases make everything so much harder. It's annoying how there are so many different variations of adjectives and nouns! Like why do we need this many words for the same thing

In Spanish it's much easier el club los clubes un mapa unos mapas la carne las carnes (actually those are irregular)

Pronunciation isn't as difficult for me as I heard words that used the sounds before ever seeing them written. I'm so glad i learned a few sentences as a kid because that helped a ton! The one sound i really have a hard time with is Strz.

#asks and replies

[drunkonimagination]

hi!! hope you're doing okay! Your tags on the thomastair childhood friends to lovers post got me thinking about them again and I hope you don't mind me sharing ahh: one of the ways they're both so similar is how much they care for and are protective of their families. Imagine Tom training with Cordelia, two people with the same reckless drive to prove themselves who share this fierce love for one person, and asking her for pronunciation help when he starts learning Farsi, or poetry/book recs 1/?

AHHH HELLO

MORE THOMASTAIR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU YES YES YES

anon. id be lying If i told you that i didn't spend this last week drawing them repeatedly like it was a matter of life and death. my mind is literally no thoughts, just thomastair childhood friends to lovers au

(this morning i even woke up with the purpose of finishing my little silly sketches and guess what? i added two more instead of polishing the old ones 😭 im too far gone)

anyway THIS. thank you so much for sharing, all these additions are gold

taking care of each other's family is thomastair's love language.

*crying*

no literally. this one sentence makes me so emotional bc i can totally see it. they just care so much about their families/friends (even thought they both like to fake annoyance at them and pretend it's not true), so seeing each other interact and feel safe around their respective close ones would make both of them so happy.

tom would easily befriend cordelia and he would definitely ask her for pronunciation help. then he would surprise alastair saying smth in his mother's language with perfect pronunciation making it appear totally casual (with poor success), but alastair wouldn't even notice bc his little heart would start beating so fast that he couldn't help but put the biggest smile on his face and ask thomas for more.

and alastair taking care of tom's friends/cousins and spending quality time with them? YES. i love everything you pointed out, especially about kit and alastair ahhh, im quite fond of their friendship and i bet they would have been such good friends if they met as kids!!

also i'll never stop believing in thomas/lucie friendship supremacy and as their bond is totally underrated so is the potential friendship between her and alastair. i just have this odd feeling that despite the very different personalities and attitudes they would get along great. pls, imagine little alastair giving her suggestions for the beautiful cordelia (especially when it comes to thomas's character) like 'no luce, i think the perfect role for tom is the knight! he's just so brave, kind, honest....you need to make him the knight!! and give him a nice armour too, okay? oh and don't make him eat celery in your story, you know he doesn't like it-'

jakdjsj okay im done, one more little addition bc i have too. what about their relationships with the adults too? like... little alastair being fascinated by sophie's immense strength and patience? him wanting to spend time with gideon bc he treats alastair with so much care and love that makes him want to cry?

thomas surprisingly befriending risa (feat that no child has ever accomplished before)? her finding tom the cutest and kindest child she's ever met and always slipping him sweets when no one is looking?

yes i think a lot about this.

#THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS LOVE U <3 #asks 💌 #thomastair childhood friends to lovers au #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomas lightwood #the last hours

[houseofmuzes]

Rules & Requirements|| By Rhiannon. - #ofherdowlingohara, #ofhermedicine, #ofherdragons

Little about me:

My name is Rhiannon, Mutuals May call me Rhia for short.

Pronunciation for my name’s : Ryeh-Ann-on& Ryeh-uh

I own three other accounts. This is a side blog.

Multi account @ofherdowlingohara

HOTD account @ofherdragons

Nurse Jackie Account @ofhermedicine

0. My education comes first before everything else! I will try and respond during class changes, and breaks. I also work full time, and occasionally on weekends.

1. No hate, No drama, No Godmodding. Absolutely zero tolerance for bullying or harassment. Please note that my anon asks are off, they are off for a reason and I will not turn them back on. Want to ask me something privately, message me.

2. No one under the Age of 20+ years old is allowed to Interact with my muses. 18+ are welcome to follow, ask questions, and have OOC interactions. Just not In character interactions.

3. If you have a problem with what I post, be that most of my characters are apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Don’t follow, just block.

4. I am a multi fandom rp blog. I do accept Cannon and Original Characters, to Rp with. I do have Two OC’s myself, and three cannon characters in two different verses. Two cannon characters I have made my own. Jackie I can play as the OG storyline if need be.

5. Please let me know if you have triggers beforehand. This will save if either of us get upset or triggered with something either of us use in rp or in a post.

6. With that being said in rule number five, I can tolerate mentions of Miscarriages, Rape. But not full detailed. I would prefer those too not at all fully role played out or at all. Mentions are fine. I am very sensitive to those topics as of current.

7. Please Rp in third person, and literacy. I will except Semiliterate and Literate as well as advanced literate Rp responses. If you’re not literate I most likely will not respond, but I will make an acceptance for people with dyslexia or if English isn’t your first language. I have been there before, English is my third language. German, Polish and English are the ones I speak and understand.

8. I am a Full time College Student, I am a Theatre Arts Major so I will be busy most of the time. Please don’t spam me, you are allowed Five post tags a day. No more, no less.

10. I do not condone to rp Student x Teacher rps. That’s creepy and disgusting.

11. If you fail to follow these rules and guidelines, I will either soft block you for a few weeks. Or I will block you and put your account(s) on a blacklist for DNI between mutuals to keep them safe from your toxicity.

12. Please for the love of god’s, do not go to other people if we have a problem with something. Nor have them come ‘confront’ me about an issue I am not aware of, come directly to me like the adults we are supposed to be so we can talk an issue out. Nor come to me bashing about some other blog, bc they did this etc., I generally do not care what they have done to you (unless you are my mutuals that I interact with on the daily, I will defend my mutuals if they haven’t done me wrong.) it’s unnecessary drama especially if there’s no solid evidence. It’s not that I don’t Care for my mutuals deeply, I just don’t want to be dragged into unnecessary stress drama. Do not come to me with your OOC drama with other blogs. You can always come to me with your personal issues and that is it. Unless we’re in the same GC then I’ll deal with said OOC drama before defending myself and leaving. Any violation of this specific rule, will result in an immediate Blacklisting. I will make a physical List to share with blogs I’m mutual with.

13. I do have medical issues such as seizures and fainting spells. That can and will get in the way of replying. Please don’t take offense if I don’t respond for a few days and disappear. I will not ghost anyone intentionally, but will give heads up if I lose interest in rp. Or if I’ll be on hiatus for brief periods of time.

With this being said, I hope I covered all my rules throughly. I will add things as I see fit. I will add an interest tracker soon. I will encourage you all to please take time in reading my rules. This account is my safe space as well as my writing blog. I do have a side Blog that is a backup, please follow said side blog in case of something were to happen to this account. @houseofmuzes is my backup.

[ayejayque]

What should business students do for improving their communication skills?

Since there is a lot of internal competition in topmost business schools, a person who aspires to be MBA should, as a prerequisite, polish his communication tools to outperform others around him/her. This is true even for the corporate world. Superlative communication skills will surely give him/her an edge over many others. Let’s browse through all the relevant tips and tricks to increase communication skills: Reading should be a habit. The more you read, the better your communication gets. Get hold of any publication like a magazine, novel, journal, or even the daily newspaper, and make it a habit to read it aloud. When one speaks, words sometimes fail him/her. The words are there but do not come to the fore when required. When you adopt the practice of reading aloud, words start tocome naturally to you. This enhances overall communication skills. Whenever you encounter a new word, make sure to discover its meaning as well as pronunciation, after which you can also make it a point to use it in your speech or written communication. Reading is never a waste. It boosts your general knowledge and makes you aware of all that is happening elsewhere. Read anything and everything that tickles your fancy. Watch TV. Television is not entirely a waste of time. If watched objectively, one can learn a lot from TV only. If you come across a good talk show or even an interview with a known personality, do not simply look at the screen. Notice the way people interact with each other, follow their accents, and also try to increase your vocabulary through them. Movies are a good pastime, but not recommended for all seasons. A person desiring to do an MBA should watch TV content that develops his/her knowledge as well as vocabulary/communication skills. Learning never stops. It is an ongoing process. If you have that attitude, you can learn new things at any given stage of your life. If you hear a new word or two, do not hesitate to find out the meanings as well as the pronunciation. People would appreciate you for your hunger to learn more and no one will make fun of you. Know the alphabet and its minutest details. Before a kid speaks basic words, he/she needs to understand and know the alphabet. In the same manner, an MBA aspirant should have the basic concepts of communication at his/her fingertips. You will have to master tenses, vowels, consonants, verbs, homophones, homographs, heterography, as well as phonetics. These are the building blocks to correct and meaningful communication. Never ignore the above as ignoring them will cause ambiguity in correct and meaningful communication. Try to learn one thing at a time. Take baby steps. Patience is the key. Never rush to hone your communication tools in a couple of days or so. No medicine or even magic can do so within days. Learn to be patient and also give yourself opportune time. If someone speaks better than you, consider it an opportunity. Instead of feeling dejected about it, learn from them and ask for their direction. Practice is the key when learning a new language. Whatever language you communicate in, use the same language to communicate with your family and friends. This way you will have a perfect flow of words. Being incorrect should not lead to embarrassment. Learn from the mistakes that you commit. Practice speaking in front of a full-length mirror. Frame questions and answer them too. If you become your critic, it will work best for you. Confidence and the correct attitude are the keys. You need to have a proper attitude to learn, and should not be afraid of failure. Inspire yourself to communicate meritoriously. Have chocolate of choice whenever you learn a new word. Clear thoughts – a prerequisite for effective communication. If you are ambiguous in your thoughts, that could lead to ineffective communication. Be very clear with regard to the subject of the communication. Speak to add value, not just for the sake of speaking. Be very careful in your choice of words. Use sensible and relevant words to construct your thoughts in shareable content. Speak in a positive and clear manner. Do not mince your words. Your thoughts must be very clear when you want them understood by others. Frame your conversation by keeping the recipients prime and always keep it simple. Always listen patiently. First and foremost, you have to be a good listener, to be a good communicator. Never barge into anyone’s conversation. Respect the one who has any form of verbal input to give. Respect everyone and everyone’s opinion. Always wait for your turn to speak. Before delivering any kind of verdict, always listen to both sides of the story. Develop a perfect speaking regimen. Great presentations and worthwhile seminars are what an MBA student has to go through during the two years of academics. There is no escaping from them. You should be a fairly good speaker to create an impression in these presentations and seminars. Always wear a smile and never panic when delivering presentations. Develop a rapport with the audience. Nonverbal communications along with their demeanors are very important. Regulate your hand movement and emotions when speaking publicly. Don’t fidget with your pen or handkerchief. Smile when required only. Don’t panic and don’t sweat during presentations. The audience is there to support you. Develop a rapport with them using eye contact techniques. Always smile and greet them as you mean it. MBA is more than the 7 P’s or reading Kotler end-to-end. Good professionals are extroverts who know basic branding techniques. You should know self-market positioning with an eye to impress all and sundry. Be choosy about your tone and voice pitch. There is no room for murmuring when speaking. Don’t speak either in slow motion or even hurriedly. You should speak loud and clear to everyone in the audience who can hear you without any problem. The pitch and the tone make you be recognized when addressing an audience. Communication is the main corporate weapon these days. When you are an MBA with great communication skills, the job of climbing the corporate ladder becomes relatively easier. Good communication is built around clear thoughts, confidence, practice, reading, and listening skills only. You need to be good at most of the above facets to stand apart from the rest of the crowd with respect to communication skills. Read the full article

[ofherdowlingohara]

Rules & Requirements|| By Rhiannon. - #ofherdowlingohara

Little about me:

My name is Rhiannon, Mutuals May call me Rhia for short.

Pronunciation for my name’s : Ryeh-Ann-on& Ryeh-uh

I am twenty years old.

0. My education comes first before everything else! I will try and respond during class changes, and breaks. I also work full time, and occasionally on weekends.

1. No hate, No drama, No Godmodding. Absolutely zero tolerance for bullying or harassment. Please note that my anon asks are off, they are off for a reason and I will not turn them back on. Want to ask me something privately, message me.

2. No one under the Age of 20+ years old is allowed to Interact with my muses. 18+ are welcome to follow, ask questions, and have OOC interactions. Just not In character interactions.

3. If you have a problem with what I post, be that most of my characters are apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Don’t follow, just block.

4. I am a multi fandom rp blog. I do accept Cannon and Original Characters, to Rp with. I do have Two OC’s myself, and three cannon characters in two different verses. Two cannon characters I have made my own. Jackie I can play as the OG storyline if need be.

5. Please let me know if you have triggers beforehand. This will save if either of us get upset or triggered with something either of us use in rp or in a post.

6. With that being said in rule number five, I can tolerate mentions of Miscarriages, Rape. But not full detailed. I would prefer those too not at all fully role played out or at all. Mentions are fine. I am very sensitive to those topics as of current.

7. Please Rp in third person, and literacy. I will except Semiliterate and Literate as well as advanced literate Rp responses. If you’re not literate I most likely will not respond, but I will make an acceptance for people with dyslexia or if English isn’t your first language. I have been there before, English is my third language. German, Polish and English are the ones I speak and understand.

8. I am a Full time College Student, I am a Theatre Arts Major so I will be busy most of the time. Please don’t spam me, you are allowed Five post tags a day. No more, no less.

10. I do not condone to rp Student x Teacher rps. That’s creepy and disgusting.

11. If you fail to follow these rules and guidelines, I will either soft block you for a few weeks. Or I will block you and put your account(s) on a blacklist for DNI between mutuals to keep them safe from your toxicity.

12. Please for the love of god’s, do not go to other people if we have a problem with something. Nor have them come ‘confront’ me about an issue I am not aware of, come directly to me like the adults we are supposed to be so we can talk an issue out. Nor come to me bashing about some other blog, bc they did this etc., I generally do not care what they have done to you (unless you are my mutuals that I interact with on the daily, I will defend my mutuals if they haven’t done me wrong.) it’s unnecessary drama especially if there’s no solid evidence. It’s not that I don’t Care for my mutuals deeply, I just don’t want to be dragged into unnecessary stress drama. Do not come to me with your OOC drama with other blogs. You can always come to me with your personal issues and that is it. Unless we’re in the same GC then I’ll deal with said OOC drama before defending myself and leaving. Any violation of this specific rule, will result in an immediate Blacklisting. I will make a physical List to share with blogs I’m mutual with.

13. I do have medical issues such as seizures and fainting spells. That can and will get in the way of replying. Please don’t take offense if I don’t respond for a few days and disappear. I will not ghost anyone intentionally, but will give heads up if I lose interest in rp. Or if I’ll be on hiatus for brief periods of time.

With this being said, I hope I covered all my rules throughly. I will add things as I see fit. I will add an interest tracker soon. I will encourage you all to please take time in reading my rules. This account is my safe space as well as my writing blog. I do have a side Blog that is a backup, please follow said side blog in case of something were to happen to this account. @/florencedowlingohara is my backup.

#ofherdowlingohara #ooc; rhiannon. #queues;;

[romanticfistfightz]

this is probably my fav thing to show people who arent polish cuz like. english cant get on the level of polish fucking swear words and those arent all of them

#jebać 🤝 pierdolić 🤝 kurwa #the polish holy trinity #i love bullying ppl with polish knowledge #you know the word brat? #same pronunciation same everything in polish #but it means brother #what else do i annoy ppl with #i cant remeber but #i hate poland this countrys a joke but also i will make jokes abt it #and some memes are goof #good* #and jokes and shi #and. i love to talk abt poland way too much even tho its just making fun of this #also if ur polish and see this #kurwa od kiedy karolak nie ma dziury miedzy zebami jakis 2016??? apparently??? #also if u wanna ask me abt poland please do cuz im high and bored and wanna talk abt stupid shit

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || S/O Swearing In Another Language [Request]

A/N: First of all if you can speak another language props to you cause I can barely speak English and I’ve been speaking it for 24 years also I don’t speak any of these languages so if anything is wrong please tell me haha

SEOKJIN: (Yiddish) 

For a while you had been teaching little bits of Yiddish to Jin whenever he asked you to, he found it great when he could insult one of the boys and they would have no idea what he was saying to them, 

"Teach me another one." He begged as he laid beside you in bed one night, you rolled your eyes playfully at him trying to think of something you could tell him, 

"Gay Kocken Offen Yom." You stared at him as he tried to figure out what you had said but he shook his head, 

"You'll have to tell me, all I got was "ocean" at the end there." You giggled softly before explaining what you said to him, 

"It's just a phrase, I said 'Go shit in the ocean', it doesn't really mean anything but you said to teach you something." He began saying it over and over again until he had the pronunciation perfect.

YOONGI: (Hindi)

Yoongi was familiar with the Hindi language since you would frequently use it around the house whenever you got the chance to, even teaching Yoongi and Namjoon a few phrases whenever they wanted to learn something new so when he heard you yell out in Hindi it was no big deal until it was followed by a loud smashing sound, 

"Maa-dar-choo!" You screamed out before a loud smash sounded, Yoongi lept up from the sofa and raced into the kitchen to find you running your hand under the cold tap and repeating the word over and over again. 

"What happened?!" He questioned as he saw glass on the floor with spilt food all over the place, 

"I grabbed the dish when it was hot," You hissed, whispering the same phrase under your breath as the cold water cooled your skin down.

"What does Maa-Dar-choo mean then?" He questioned as he cleaned up the floor trying to distract you from the burning pain you had in your hand. 

"Mother fucker," You laughed softly looking at your hand to see if you needed a doctor but it was nothing more than a small burn that would heal from home.

"Swearing in Hindi," He tutted playfully as he shook his head, 

"Hey, you swear in Korean all the time." You nudged him as you began helping him clean up.

HOSEOK: (Polish)

Ever since you and Hoseok had gotten back from food shopping he'd locked himself in his home studio doing something, you figured he'd gotten a random boost of inspiration and decided to leave him while you packed everything away at home and made some dinner for the both of you. Hoseok had been acting weird since you swore in the middle of the supermarket, a man grabbed your ass not knowing that Hoseok was with you and you swore at him maybe he was embarrassed about it. 

"Hobi? I made us some dinner," You whispered as you walked into the studio, he turned around in the chair was a red face. At first, you thought it was angry but then you noticed he was laughing and laughing very hard, 

"What's so funny?" You whispered, laughing softly since his laughter was so contagious. 

"You told him he was a fucking asshole?" You bit down on your lip remembering that you swore in Polish in the middle of the store, yelling out " Jebany dupek ," which literally translated to "Fucking Asshole," it explained while Hoseok was laughing so hard. 

"I had no idea what it meant so I came back to look it up," You groaned laying your head on his shoulder while he tried to get you to teach him how to say it properly.

NAMJOON: (Greek)

You and Namjoon hadn't been dating long when you got into a small meaningless argument over something you could no longer remember but the both of you were so heated it continued to build over nothing until he finally gave in and walked away from you,

"Malaka," You mumbled under your breath not thinking that he would be able to understand you but he started laughing as he turned to look at you. He knew you were in a fight but hearing you call him an "asshole" in Greek he couldn't help but start laughing.

"xeris oti katalavaino?" You blinked at him as he said "You know I understand?" and you couldn't help but join in laughing with him. 

"I thought I could get away with it," You whispered, kissing his chin as he kissed the top of your head. 

"Not quite, maybe learn another language." He winked before going off to order you both something to eat.

JIMIN: (Swedish)

Jimin was in awe of you as you began ranting to him in both English and Swedish, switching between the languages right in front of him as you continued to ramble about a driver in front of you that had cut you off in the middle of the road, 

"He nearly hit me! The idiotic- Agh! - Hjulet Snurrar Men Hamstern är död!" You yelled out as Jimin stared at you, blinking as he tried to think of what you could have said but the only word he thought he would have known was Hamster but nothing made sense if you had said Hamster. 

"What?" You questioned as you could see how confused he was, his eyebrows were pressed together as he tried to work it out. 

"What did you say...The Swedish part, I didn't catch it." You felt your body heat up in embarrassment but you repeated what it meant to him, 

"The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead...Just means the guy was stupid," Jimin blushed as he kept trying to repeat it, promising he was going to use it for Jungkook one day if he ever got the chance to.

TAEHYUNG: (Spanish)

"Come Mierda," You spat out at someone that began yelling at Taehyung for nothing, the man stormed off while Taehyung watched you closely trying to figure out what you had said in Spanish. It always amazed him whenever you would switch to a different language but this time he knew that it couldn't have been a good thing that you had said and he was interested in knowing what it was.

"What did you call him to make him storm off?" He laughed as you sat down beside him in the restaurant again, the two of you were trying to have a nice evening but the man began yelling at you both for sitting too close, for being too loving to one another when it had nothing to do with him. Then the man began attacking Taehyung for no reason and you lost him, 

"I called him a shit eater, I don't think he knew what it meant though," You laughed softly reaching forward for your drink.

JUNGKOOK: (Bulgarian)

Jungkook was laughing while you and Jimin bickered over who was cheating in the game of Uno that you were having, there was a power outage in the city so you and the boys were making the most of it while you could.

"That's cheating!" You yelled out as Jimin placed down a plus 4 to end the game on, of course, it sparked the debate on whether or not you were allowed to or not. 

"Jungkook!" You whined as he took Jimin's side, Jimin smirked at you smugly so you threw the cards down and began mumbling in Bulgarian thinking that none of them would be able to understand what you were saying but Jungkook started laughing loudly as soon as he heard you mumble, 

"Kon da ti go natrese," Jimin began demanding to know what it meant while Jungkook died of laughter on the sofa, 

"T-They told you to go and get fucked by a horse," Jimin pouted before storming off in the other direction while Jungkook continued to die of laughter on the sofa.

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#bts #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts reaction #bts reactions #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #kim taehyung #taehyung #park jimin #jimin #kim namjoon #namjoon #hoseok #jhope #jung hoseok #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin

[lacrimosathedark]

Who'd like some good old fashioned name analysis?

Okay, so, I been doing so much research for Resident Evil stuff and learning shit about fairy tales and timelines and genome editing and searching for impossible Romanian poetry I got overwhelmed and went, fuck it. Why not just look at their names? Maybe I'll learn something there.

So, here I have done it. Name meanings for characters of the Mold Saga so far aka 7 and 8 aka Biohazard and Village.

(Sorry I'm on mobile I'll put a cut here when I can)

Ethan: Firm, enduring, strong, impetuous, long-lived. An incredibly consistently common and popular name. E name just like Eveline, so could be a successor of sorts to the mold.

Mia: Derivative of numerous other names of many possibilities. Mia as a word means “mine” in Italian and Spanish. Mamma Mia is a well known Italian phrase, particularly due to the ABBA song and musical of the same name, and it being the catchphrase of the Nintendo character Mario. The phrase means “my mom”.

Winters: First and last season of the year where everything becomes dormant and cold and either dies or sleeps.

Eveline: Contains “Eve”, as in both the biblical first woman. Also means a night before an event, and the game takes place in the span of one night. The name Eve means “ life”, “living one”, “mother of life”, or “giver of life”. Another possible name origin is as a variant of Aveline, which is a diminutive of Ava, which is the same pronunciation as the name Eva as pronounced in Village.

Baker: Occupational surname. In older times consider an upper-middle class job, much like the family. Also adds the emphasis of the “food” and also how they essentially make more molded.

Jack: God is gracious, supplanter. A nickname for John and other related names, but also a name in itself. It is also a word with a couple meanings, including a heavy lifting tool, to steal something, to take control of something, or an everyman.

Margueritte: Pearl. French name for ox-eyed daisy. Derived from Margaret. Sounds like maggot.

Lucas: Light. Derived from Lucius which means “the bright one” or “the one born at dawn”. Luke is also an Apostle of Jesus and was a physician.

Zoe: Life. Came from the name Eve. Fitting as Zoe was practically pushed out of the family after Eveline’s arrival, replaced as the daughter of the family.

Joe: He will add. Was added as DLC. Short for Joseph. Joseph is the name of multiple biblical figures. One is a child of Jacob and Rachel and Jacob’s favorite son in Genesis (note: Jack is a nickname for Jacob) who was sold into slavery by his jealous brothers, but rose to become vizier, the most powerful position nest to the Pharoah, and forgave his family and brought them to Egypt. One is the husband of Mary, the mother of Jesus, who loved and raised a child he knew was not his against social norms. Another is a disciple known as Joseph of Arimathea who notably took Jesus down from the cross for his burial and testified when he revived and was gone. 

Rosemary: Dew of the sea. Combination of Rose and Mary or the plant rosemary. Roses as a plant vary in meaning depending on color. Mary and its variations have many differing meanings, among them being, “beloved”, “love”, “bitter”, “rebellious”, “wished-for child”, and “drop of the sea”. There are also the allusions to Mary, mother of Jesus as she is sometimes worshipped with roses, and you say Hail Marys on your rosary which is only two letters from her name. In regards to the plant, it is relatively resistant to drought and cold, though some breeds are susceptible to frost and they don’t like too much water. They have fibrous roots, so they spread and fan out like we see with the mold. They thrive in more alkaline soils and seem to have been named by a taxonomist named Carl  Linnaeus. In stories, folklore, and tradition, the plants or flowers are often used for remembrance, specifically for the dead. It’s also been used as a spice and in medicine.

Miranda: Worthy of admiration. Latin in origin. Character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, and whether she is a strong female character or not is highly debated, as she frequently defies men like her father, but often when they expect and/or want her to. She is otherwise compassionate and naive. The titular character of a Polish novel in which everyone is a mage and Miranda is a medium connected to another character, Damayanti, who is portrayed as the ideal woman and has a romance with the male protagonist, yet sacrifices her body so her spirit can experience a higher state of consciousness. Miranda can contact her soul, and disappears when she dies. Miranda in the US refers to the required practice by police of reading suspects their rights before interrogation.

Eva: Latin form of “Eve” and meaning “life”, “mother of life”, or “giver of life”.

Duke: A ruler of a duchy. A title bestowed by royalty or passed through family, often given to royalty or nobility, but can be given to anyone. In France,  the peerage system was abolished in 1789 (vive la révolution), brought back in 1814, and finally perma-abolished in 1848. 

(Note: While the wife of a duke becomes a duchess, the husband of a duchess does not become a duke. At least, from what I gather. This shit is confusing.)

Alcina: Strong-willed. Greek origin. There are two operas using the same story about a sorceress named Alcina who lives on an island with her sister Morgana and seduces every knight who comes to the island, but turns them into plants, animals, or stones when she bores of them. When the source of her power is destroyed, she, her sister, and their palace crumble to dust. The Hungarian name for Alțâna, a commune in Sibiu County, Romania in the historical region of Transylvania.

Bela: Bela Lugosi was an actor who famously portrayed Dracula. His name is Hungarian and meant to be spelled Béla meaning “heart”, “insides”, or “intestines”, roughly translating to “having heart” or “having guts” in modern terminology, as in being brave. However it is considered a male name and as Bela is female there is also the possibility of the influence of the name Bella short an l, Bella an Italian name meaning “beautiful”.

Cassandra: The one who shines and excels over men. Name of a Trojan princess and priestess in Greek mythology. She was given her gift of prophecy by the god Apollo but, in most versions of the tale, he asks for sexual favors in return, and she initially agrees but then rejects him once she’s gotten her gift. In anger he cursed her to always tell true prophecies that no one would believe and was thus thought a madwoman. She served a temple of Athena, goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and warfare. When Cassandra was assaulted and possibly raped in Athena’s temple and dragged out while desperately clinging to Athena’s statue, Athena was so enraged by the damage done to her temple and/or her priestess that she enlisted the help of both Zeus and Poseiden to exact revenge on the Greeks for failing to punish the man who attacked Cassandra and caused the resulting damage. Zeus gave her one of his own bolts of lightning and she struck them down at sea. While Cassandra was never believed, she was always right.

Daniela: God is my judge. Feminine form of Daniel. Daniela is also a genus of moth with only one species in the genus, Daniela viridis. It is also another name for the Italian wine grape Prè blanc.

Dimitrescu: Child of Dimitri. -escu suffixes in Romanian are like -son suffixes in English, it derives from parentage (ex. Jackson is Jack’s son, Dimitrescu is Dimitri’s child). Dimitri means “devoted to Demeter”. Demeter is the Greek goddess of the harvest, agriculture, sacred law (i.e. cycle of life and death), fertility, and the earth. Like many Greek myths, she is repeatedly wronged, and rather severely, by multiple male figures. Demeter in particular is a mother who has her daughter Kore, later known as Persephone, stolen away from her and goes on a rampage searching for her and those responsible.

(Note: Considering the founders had these names it’s a bit dumb seeing as this trend of parentage -escu names supposedly came about mid 19th century (1800s for those who find that confusing cuz I do), long after the Village was founded)

Donna: Lady or lady of the home. Italian name and a title of respect. Derives from the Latin term Dominus. The Romanian form of the word (not the name) is Doamnã. The Atropa belladonna aka deadly nightshade have berries and foliage that contain tropane alkaloids including atropine, scopolamine, and hyoscyamine which are extremely toxic and can cause hallucinations and delirium, but are also used in pharmaceutical anticholinergics. Throughout history people cluelessly used the berry juice as eye drops to cosmetically dilate their pupils, giving them a seductive doll-eyed appearance. Symptoms of belladonna poisoning are dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. The plant's deadly symptoms are in atropine’s ability to disrupt the parasympathetic nervous system’s involuntary regulation like sweating, breathing, and heartbeat.

Angie: Diminutive of many names containing “angel”. Angels are messengers and warriors of Heaven, a realm souls go after death. Angel statues are also common grave markers. Children are also often told they have guardian angels, a being watching over them to protect them.

Claudia: No sure meaning has been found, but some think it comes from claudus, meaning “lame”, “limping”, or “crippled”, or clausus, which means “shut” or “closed”.

Beneviento: Good wind. Neapolitan spelling of Benevento, the name of both a province and its capital city, located in the Campania region of Italy.

Salvatore: Savior. Italian name. In the movie version (I specify as I have not read the book and the movie synopsis has more on the characters) of The Name of the Rose, the character Salvatore is hunch-backed and twisted, and has a history of not-really-acceptable religious beliefs. He was also tortured and falsely accused of witchcraft. He dies when a library is set on fire.

Moreau: Moorish, dark-skinned. French surname. Titular doctor in The Island of Doctor Moreau, in which said doctor performs disturbing and torturous experiments on people and animals, especially through vivisection, to make beastial humanoid creatures.

Karl: Free man, strong man, manly. Werner Karl Heisenberg was a German theoretical physicist who made notably important contributions to hydrodynamics, ferromagnetism, cosmic rays, and subatomic particles. Karl Marx was a German philosopher, economist, historian, sociologist, political theorist, journalist, and socialist revolutionary who believed societies develop through class conflict, and in a capitalist society this is the “ruling” class (the bosses) having power over the working class. He believed people should have equal footing and should and would inevitably fight for it. Karl Jaspers was a German existentialist philosopher and psychiatrist. His humanist ideals had him dissatisfied with the medical community’s approach to mental health and worked to improve it, and philosophizing on it after.

(IMPORTANT NOTE: Since I’ve seen accusations of the RE character and his influences being so, I feel I must state it here. Karl Heisenberg is NOT a Nazi. Both Heisenberg and Jaspers lived through World War II and neither were Nazis. Jaspers was blackwalled because of his Jewish wife. Heisenberg was forcibly drafted into the Army Weapons Bureau, but pre-war he had been repeatedly slandered as a “white Jew” and his career held back, and post-war became more political, worked against traditional primacy in the education system, and actively protested the government considering equipping the army with American nuclear weapons. Capcom reps have also stated that Karl Heisenberg has nothing to do with Nazis.)

Heisenberg: Calling mountain (could not find a specific definition, “heisen” means “to call” and “berg” means “mountain or hill”). Reference to Werner Karl Heisenberg, (explained above). Likely unrelated, but another well-known (in the US at least) name thief of Heisenberg comes from the popular TV show Breaking Bad as the alias/street name for the main character Walter White who takes the name and starts selling drugs when he is unable to afford medical care for his in-need child, but grows more twisted throughout the series. Also place name.

Berengario: Italian form of Berengar, which is derived from Germanic root words meaning “bear” and “spear”.

Cesare: Italian form of the Latin word Caesar, which is an imperial title like an emperor or empress. The word Caesar itself may come from caesaries meaning “hairy”. 

Guglielmo: Italian form of the Germanic William, meaning “vehement protector” or “desired helmet”

Nichola: Anglicized form of the Greek Nikolaos meaning “victory of the people”. Also a variant of Nicholas (Considered a female variant but fuck gender roles and the description says he.). This character is also referred to as Father like a priest I looked into saints and while I found no notable Saint Nichola (meaning on Wikipedia) there are multiple Saint Nicholases, most notably Saint Nicholas of Myra, also known as the Wonderworker and the model of Santa Claus. Stories of him include gifting gold coins through a window of a home for three nights to prevent three girls from being forced into prostitution, calming a storm at sea, saving three soldiers from execution, and chopping down a possessed tree. More connected to where his treasure is found, there is also a tale of him resurrecting three children who had been murdered by a butcher who had had intended to sell their meat as “pork” during the famine.

*BONUS TIME*

By that I mean these are less important so I did slightly less research and/or didn’t  feel like typing all the research so there’s less info, but it’s still relevant, so here you go!

Chris: A rare name in its own right, often a shortened version of names like Christopher, meaning “Christ-bearer”, and Christian, as in the religion.

Redfield: Literally red field. Fitting for the trail of blood in his wake because have mercy on any of his enemies, but regrettably including many of his friends and allies (rip in peace Piers Nivans). 

Elena: Shining light. Greek origin.

Leonardo: Strong as a lion. Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese version of Leonard.

Lupu: Wolf. Romanian surname. Fitting as the surname of the man we saw become a lycan before our eyes. 

Luiza: Renowned warrior. Polish, Portuguese, and Romanian name.

Iulian: Romanian name from the Greek iulius meaning “youthful” or “juvenile”, or ioulos meaning “downy-bearded”.

Vasile: Romanian name from the Greek basileus meaning ”king”. Vasile Voiculescu wrote a poem called Schimnicul, The Recluse in English, about varcolacul.

(Note: For those who don’t recall or didn’t notice his name in Ethan’s diary, this is Luiza’s husband.)

Rolando: Famous throughout the land. Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese variant of Roland.

Elba: Spanish form of Alba, which can mean “dawn”, “white”, or “elf”, depending on origin.

Dion: Shorter form of Greek Dionysios meaning “of Zeus”.

Wilson: Lineage surname, “Will’s son”. Very common surname in English.

Charlie: A name in itself but often a nickname for names like Charles meaning “man” or “warrior”

Graham: Gravelly homestead. Habitational surname, apparently derived from Grantham in Lincolnshire, England.

John: God is gracious. The most common name ever with the most variations.

Perlman: Ashkenazi Jewish surname. Also literal, “perl” possibly meaning “pearl” thus being an occupational name, or Perl being a woman’s name making it mean “husband of Perl”.

Emily: Rival. Latin name. 

Berkoff: Could be Jewish, Dutch, or German surname. Definition not quite certain, but likely related to birch trees.

Josef: German, Czech, and Scandinavian version of Joseph.  

Simon: He has heard. From Hebrew Shim’on.

Roxana: Bright, dawn. Latin form of Greek Rhoxane and Persian Roshanak.

Anton: Priceless, praiseworthy, flower.

Sebastian: From the Latin name Sebastianus which meant “from Sebaste”. Sebaste is a town in Asia Minor and comes from the Greek word sebastos meaning “venerable”.

Eugen: Well-born.Romanian form of Eugene. From the Greek name Eugenios. 

(Note: This is the man who lived in the house with the red chimney.)

Ernest: Serious. Germanic name.

(Note: This man is noted to be missing in a letter to Luiza and his diary is found with the Cannibal’s Plunder in Otto’s Mill.)

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