*kicks in door* I love you. that is all. no questions. Just Love
!!!! Alissa! I love you too! I don't have a picutre of @stilloutofmyvulcanmind 's dog tho I sry
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Dative = action done for another's benefit
Dative I
-(a)ʔθeh = Habitual
-(a)ʔθe· = Stative
-(a)ʔθ = Punctual
Dative II
-(a)tih = Habitual
-(a)·ti· = Stative
-(a)hθ = Punctual
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uríhweh = matter
-aht, -aʔt = to cause
yú·huks = illumination
[purple prefix] + -rihwahukaʔT- + [Dative II] = to explain something to someone ("cause the matter to be illuminated for someone")
kęrihwahukáʔnatih / kęrihwahukaʔná·tih = I regularly explain to you
waʔkęrihwahukáʔthahθ = I explained to you
akęrihwahukáʔthahθ = for me to explain to you
ękęrihwahukáʔthahθ = I will explain to you
kęrihwahukaʔná·ti· = I have explained to you
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I need you to explain it to me like I'm five years old
kwęʔ wísk tiwakuhstihyáʔkę· newaktahwęčúhę ahskrihwahukáʔthahθ
[like] [five] [(years) I have crossed] [I need] [for you to explain to me]
(h)sk- = you to me
ahskrihwahukáʔthahθ = for you to explain to me
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Tails explained [to them] how Extreme Gear worked until Knuckles' eyes rolled
Nehraʔθwę́·θę·t waʔkayęʔnaʔrihwahukáʔthahθ haʔ tì·yuht Extreme Gear waʔuyúʔnę θę́hruʔ Račtęhratì·rahč nehrukáhrawęh waʔnwaʔrakę́·ryeʔ
[Tails: "he has two (attached) tails"] [one explained to them all] [how/the way that] [Extreme Gear] [it worked] [until] [Knuckles: "he fortifies stones"] [his two eyes] [it two rolled (around)]
kayęʔnaT- = one to them three plus, one to them all, them all to them all, et al
waʔkayęʔnaʔrihwahukáʔthahθ = one explained to them all [Dative II]
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I want to make a mess in the kitchen at 2 in the morning, while you lean against the wall watching me with amusement.
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Ay, ay, just here to echo those sentiments.
If part two is super long, I'll be super happy.
🥺 awww im so glad honestly because it’s 7K+ at the moment and I still have…4-6 scenes left lol — im hoping to get through some of my favorite scenes today so I def need to be in the right headspace when I write so I probably will spend a bit listening to music
i still haven’t found my song for this fic which is annoying
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when there is a flashing lightbulb in a bathroom, and it makes it look like the frame rate has been cut when you move your hands in front of your face, thats magic. when your in a dark room and you have a flashlight that you use to make shadows to cast over the celings and the walls, thats also magic. everything in the forest is magic. telephone poles and lines, magic. Mirrors in dark halls, magic. Shoeboxes? again, magic. cardboard as a material, quite magic. Books with beutiful thick spines, MA-GIC. windows. magic. hair in the wind. the wind on your face, whisteles in the wind and the bark from trees, magic. seeing someone you almost recognize. that reminds you of…someone. and you dont know who, and you dont know why, but you cant stop staring at them, and feeling, something. in your chest. and then moving on but thinking about it sometimes. every now and then. thats magic
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i would say however if i was at the club and saw this couple doing crazy bartending things and spitting fire and then disappearing into a secret passageway that immediately closed, i would think about them for the rest of my life
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hmmm which is stronger, my ed or my dysphoria?
*has them do a thumb war*
well we’ll see who wins.
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Today may be a "sin" day, but for him- he is back in the antechamber of the Primal Basilica. Sheer, gold steel silk is tied around his waist as he settles in the middle of the room. A simple holo-sitar with its musician and a hand-drum set lingers in a corner, along with an elder mechanism from his clade.
He smiles as the quiet vocals begin, the drums begin to rumble in and the first intricate steps begin the dance. It's nothing like what the Senators might have been subject to before. This is lacking in flourish and dervish, instead a precise series of gestures and expressions that tell a story.
The sitar gently threads in as his steps pick up speed- entire frame beginning to work with the gestures and motions. He mouths the words to himself as the Story of the Expulsion, and the Betrayal of Liege to the World of Light threads its way around him. A pair of his femme cousins harmonize with the mech vocalist- the call-and-response part of the story beginning as Solus and her fliers answer the call for help.
His arms are spread out, the cloth fluttering around behind him as the steps grow faster and faster to match the melody.
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Snatches photo from Lonnie
MKAY SO-
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