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bloomingjarofhoney · 2 years

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"I've got enough problems to deal with. I don't need yours to be added to my already growing pile."

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Please excuse my nonexistent art skills to bring you my child, Atlas! his info is under the readmore.

Technical Information

Name: Yuuji 'Atlas' Fujimori

Japanese: ’アトラス’ 藤森湧志

Nicknames:

Shrimpy (Floyd)

Goldie (Lilia)

Trickster (Rook)

Herbivore (Leona)

Atty (Cater)

Dungeon Daddy (first-year gang)

Voice Claim: Daiki Yamashita (Ritsu Sakuma)

Character Theme: Looking at Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Biographical Information

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Homosexual/Demisexual

Marital Status: Single

Age: 16

Birthday: October 23

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 167 / 5'4

Eye Color: Left eye green, right eye brown

Hair Color: Black

Homeland: Nishinomiya, Japan (originally), Pasadena, California (currently)

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father, Elliot (older brother), Andromeda (older sister)

Professional Status

Dorm: Ramshackle Dorm

Occupation: Student, Ramshackle prefect

Clubs:

Arts Club: One of his favorite club activities so far. None of his friends are in it, unfortunately, but he still enjoys creating art and having fun with his art buddies. There are times when it gets overwhelming because they require the students to paint certain things and Atlas doesn’t like being constricted into painting something specifically. He still enjoys the club, but mostly likes to paint on his own.

Needlework Club: The sole member of the club, he mostly made it so he can have the time to continue his embroidery, knitting, and other similar activities since the arts club mostly focused on drawing and painting instead. Vil sometimes would request Atlas for assistance if costumes were in need of repair or if there is a need for the club. Because of that, a handful of students joined his club and he was able to teach them how to do basic needlework and knitting and crochet projects, as well as how to use a sewing machine.

Best Subjects: Art, Astrology, Potionology, Animal Linguistics, History of Magic

Worst Subjects: P.E., anything related to magic

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but prefers his left

Favorite Food: Tea, sweet potato fries

Atlas absolutely loves drinking tea. His parents advise him not to, as it can stunt his growth and he won’t be able to grow tall enough. He doesn’t care enough. He’ll drink any type of tea that’s thrown his way, whether it’s iced tea or herbal or even tea he’s never even heard of. He’ll add a little bit of sugar, depending on the tea, but he would most likely drink it plain if need be.

His love for sweet potato fries came from his mom. When he was younger, she offered him some of the sweet potato fries she was eating at a restaurant. Neither of his siblings wanted any, but he wanted to try it and he’s been hooked ever since. It’s one of his comfort snacks and something that he and his mom bond over, although his older siblings and dad are still not a huge fan of the taste.

Least Favorite Food: Banana bread

Atlas doesn’t know why he doesn’t like banana bread, but he can’t stand the smell or the taste of it. His parents believe that it’s most likely due to when he was kidnapped and his kidnappers may have fed him so much banana bread to the point where it brings bad memories, but he very much doubts that. Either way, he hates the taste.

Dislikes: Wasting his time, small spaces, spoilers, the quiet

Hobbies: Reading, drawing, crafts, cooking, singing

Talent: Painting

He picked up painting because it was the only thing that he could focus on for hours on end. Once he’s focused on a drawing, he’ll go a day without moving to complete the task. He’s gotten so good to the point where people have mistaken his paintings for photos. He mostly paints whatever is on his mind or to improve his skill, but he also enjoys it and finds it as a nice outlet.

Appearance

Standing at 167cm is a boy who most people would overlook. His long black hair that reaches just above his waist and his mismatched brown and green eyes that are hidden behind glasses are mostly the ones that people tend to focus on. If one looks close enough, they can see two beauty marks; one underneath his right eye and another underneath the left side of his mouth. Along his ears are a couple of piercings that he was able to acquire from his brother’s friend. He tends to hide the piercings from his parents with his long hair and they have been none the wiser, but they do suspect.

The California sun allowed Atlas for his naturally tanned skin to become slightly darker, depending on the season, but is hardly ever seen with the amount of clothes that he tends to wear to hide his physique. His favorite piece of clothing is a large green sweater that he stole from his older brother because it’s comfy and he’s able to swat at his siblings with the longer sleeves. He also has a necklace that he’s had since he could remember but doesn’t know where he got it or who got it for him. His parents did tell him that the necklace was on him when he returned home, so maybe it has something to do with that. The necklace is a silver crescent moon pendant that has been worn since Atlas does like to play with it often. (Later, when the necklace is ripped off of him, he gets a new necklace from his friends. A gold pendant with a bee on it and the phases of the moon on top of it. Atlas cherishes the necklace.)

Personality

Atlas has been seen as shy and reserved by most of his peers and, while it is somewhat true, he’s only like that with people he isn’t too familiar with. His personality is more brash and sarcastic, oftentimes getting him into trouble. His parents raised him and his siblings that cursing only belongs in the house and not at school until they were older and Atlas took that as a challenge. Most people often see it as him being disrespectful, but it’s mostly due to how he was raised and what he had to do when he was much younger.

However, when he’s with his friends, he’s more friendly and outgoing with them, often cracking jokes and teasing his friends whenever possible. With others, while his brashness can come on strong, he is very kind and intelligent in areas that most people wouldn’t notice at first. He will oftentimes spout out random facts that no one really asked for, but Atlas will still give them out because he thought it was interesting at the time. Stop staring at him like he’s a weirdo.

Powers and Abilities

Atlas doesn’t have magic (yet) so his talents mainly rely on his skills that help him survive. When his necklace is yanked off of him, however, he discovers his true potential and abilities.

Cooking: Atlas knows how to cook mostly because he and his older siblings have parents that work a lot to provide for them. He and his siblings would take turns in cooking so it would be fair for everyone, but eventually Atlas would cook on more days and he wouldn’t mind doing it. He finds it relaxing and likes to add his own spices and tweak the recipes that he would find online or in his mom’s cookbook. He also found out, later on when he’s at school, that his love language is feeding his friends his cooking and serving them breakfast when they crash at Ramshackle Dorm.

Sewing: This one was an accident. He asked his mom to fix a pair of jeans that had a hole in it and his mom kept putting it off. Eventually, Atlas took matters into his own hand and would fix all the shirts, pants, and socks that his mom was tasked to do, but got too busy to do it. He thought it would be beneficial to ease a few tasks from his mom and he would be the family tailor for them. Eventually, he starts to enjoy it and would tweak outfits that he found in the store to make it fit his body a little more.

Knitting and crochet: His therapist recommended he take up some knitting so occupy his hands that’s not technological based. Atlas took a few classes on how to knit and crochet and he actually got the hang of it. He knits and crochets when he’s watching youtube videos, television, or movies. So far, he’s teaching himself to make cardigans because he wants to feel comfy and warm.

Magic

Healing: When Atlas does get magical abilities, he noticed that he’s very good at healing people. He's still new at using his abilities, but he tries his best to treat any wound that is presented to him. He can’t heal older wounds or fix bones. There can be an attempt, but it’ll only be temporarily and until they find professional help.

Decay: Although not used as much, he has the power to cause destruction around him. He has to feel a strong negative emotion for the ability to activate and even then, he tries to use it sparingly when in combat. As the name suggests, it allows for Atlas to cause significant damage, but also causes the surrounding areas to decay under his feet.

Unique Magic

Atlas's Unique Magic is called "Reverse the Clock". After he speaks the words, depending on his emotion, he can either heal or decay his target. Both have to require a strong emotion for it to work otherwise the Unique Magic is useless. It also causes for his hair and eyes to glow a brilliant yellow, almost gold-like color that can temporarily blind the people around him. He can only use his Unique Magic under extreme circumstances and he doesn't have a full grasp over what his magic can do, but he knows that his magic can either make or break the outcome.

Background

Atlas doesn’t remember most of his childhood from the age of seven. He does remember walking into a police station because he wanted to go home. His parents picked him up and asked him what had happened to him in the five years he was gone. He doesn’t remember. He would try, but everything was mostly blank. The only thing that was proof that he was kidnapped was a scar on the right side of his hand and a necklace dangling from his neck. His parents would send him to therapy to hopefully help him remember the event and even figure out other issues he may have. During the time when Atlas was kidnapped, his mom and older siblings immigrated to the United States, since it was already planned when Atlas was two years old because his mom got a better job. However, his dad stayed behind in Japan incase his son ever shows up or there is concrete news. Once Atlas returns, his dad immediately takes him to the United States to be with the rest of the family.

As Atlas grew older, he different peculiarities about himself. His hair would only grow longer and if anybody would try and cut it off, it would grow back to its usual length, maybe even longer. He also noted that his shallow injuries would heal itself the next day. He would have vivid dreams that seemed almost like memories, but would fade away once he woke up. He tried to note them down, but he would immediately forget about them. He would talk to his therapist about it, but assured Atlas that it was probably memories that he didn't want to bring up or protect himself from the painful memories. Eventually, Atlas would continue living his life as if nothing happened, which his parents and siblings took in with stride.

His school life was difficult. Since he was from Japan and spoke with a slight accent, he would often get teased and made fun of. Especially for his hair and being mistaken for a girl at times. One time, a group of boys decided to cut Atlas's hair, but it would immediately grow back as if nothing happened. They didn't get in trouble, unfortunately, as there was hardly any proof it happened.

One time, he did make a friend. A boy by the name of Keith Richards. Keith took pity on the boy and decided to become friends. Atlas was grateful for him and the two would hang out and become close. When sixth grade hit, however, something changed. They were now in middle school and the two weren't hanging out as much as when they were in elementary school, but they were still friendly. Keith would take advantage of Atlas's kind nature and would ask to have him do his homework instead, which Atlas would readily agree because he thought they were hanging out again. Everything was normal. Except Keith wouldn't invite Atlas anywhere. He would suggest going to the movies or hanging out at the mall or something and at first, Keith would agree and hang out. However, on the day they were supposed to hang out, Keith would bail or not even show up.

After he agreed that they were going to go shopping for some books and Keith bailed – again – Atlas had enough and decided that Keith was a horrible friend and he cut the other boy from his life. Keith, however, didn't like that and would spread malicious rumors about the long-haired boy. How Atlas has been copying Keith's homework since they've been friends, which soon resulted the end of their friendship. Or the fact that he would steal his sister's clothes and wear them. That's why his hair is so long. Or that he wears contacts to make it seem he has heterochromia and that he's only doing it for attention. Rumor after rumor, it made Atlas struggle socially with other kids, but he wouldn't say anything to his parents and put on a happy façade to make the pain hurt less.

One day, as school was letting out, a group of girls gave Atlas a drink from a local tea shop close to the school and an open bag of chips from the local 7-11. He was skeptical of the gifts but accepted them anyway. He ate the chips and drink and realized too late that it was laced with drugs. Next thing he knew, he was at the hospital getting his stomach pumped. His parents immediately pulled him out of the school and placed him at a different school a few miles away. From then on, he started being skeptical of people and has a hard time trusting people until they proved their worth (he still doesn't know what it is, but he'll figure it out) and won't eat or drink anything that was open. He'll even accompany others when he gets his drink, so he knows no one is putting something in his tea.

Notable Relationships

First Year Gang: The first friends that Atlas ever made since coming to NRC. He met Deuce and Ace under weird circumstances (that involved a burning of an important statue, a chandelier, and an almost expulsion) and met the others almost normally. He met Epel in the library, who asked him about his skateboarding abilities and asked if Atlas could teach him. Sebek had a commission for him to paint his master (which Atlas still thinks is weird but he's met stranger people unfortunately) and bonded over their love of literature and would occasionally recommend books to one another. Jack was friends with Epel already, so he mostly hung out with them by association and their group was formed. They also have biweekly DnD meetings and Atlas has their nicknames from the game saved on his phone. He doesn't know Ortho too well, but likes to hang out with the younger android and play board games with him whenever he has the chance. As an inside joke, the group has dubbed Atlas as Dungeon Daddy (because Ace thought it was hilarious and payback for being called Corpse Fucker). They also have a group chat that Atlas made up called Dead Brain Cells.

Malleus: A close friend of Atlas. He met the horned man when he couldn't sleep one night and decided to take a walk around campus. He met Malleus by accident, but he didn't really know who the strange man was. He only knew he was a student by his uniform. (And something about him was oddly familiar, but he couldn't place where he has seen the man before.) Malleus would call Atlas child of man, which he thought was dumb, so Malleus challenged Atlas to give him a nickname. A little sleepy and his ADHD brain running a mile a minute has decided to dub the horned man as goat man (because he loves cryptids and buzzfeed unsolved was on his mind for some reason). Malleus accepted it.

Crowley: An enigma in Atlas's life. He has criticized the headmaster on several occasions, given him the nickname Crow Man, and cursed him out at every given opportunity, Crowley has mostly brushed him off and continued to pile on more work for the younger boy. Atlas has no respect for him and Crowley very much knows, but hasn't said anything. From the untrained eye, one would assume that their relationship is volatile and strained, but Crowley does care for the long-haired boy and Atlas would rather die than admit that he does care for the Crow Man, even if his methods are absurd and borderline neglectful.

Second Year Gang: Atlas doesn't have too much of an opinion with most of the second years. He respects Riddle with how he dealt with his overblot and is trying to change as best as he can. He's terrified of the tweels, but they see him as a friend (Floyd mostly. Jade is friendly with him but would also feed him mushrooms to test his tolerance.). Azul annoys Atlas constantly and at this point, even though Atlas will insult Azul in any given circumstance, Azul would brush it off and claim that the two are friends. (Plot twist, they are not.) His opinion on Jamil changed during Book 4. At first, Atlas didn't really have an opinion on the second year, until he trapped him and forced him to take part of the coup instead of letting him go home. After that, their relationship kinda soured, but now they're on neutral terms. Atlas sees Kalim as his buddy and the two have bonded on music and other art forms. He doesn't have an opinion on Silver and thinks that he's a pretty rad dude. Otherwise, not much to say. Ruggie annoyed Atlas to no end, and Ruggie takes full advantage of it. Soon, they start having a sort of sibling relationship that Jack gets jealous of, but Atlas absolutely hates. They are friendly at times, but will insult each other if given the chance.

Third Year Gang: Atlas gets iffy with the older students. He has a love-hate relationship with some of them, but he's still friendly with them. Trey and Cater are mostly neutral with Atlas, with Atlas seeing Trey as a more respectful view, seeing as how he takes care of the Heartslabyul dorm as their father figure. Cater, however, thinks that he and Atlas are buddies, which Atlas doesn't have the heart to correct Cater. He also respects Vil with his hard work and determination (although there are times where it gets absurd and downright mean and Atlas will call it out). He's also terrified of Rook because he has information on the young first year that no one should know about, like his height, weight, birthday, and real name. No one should have that information. He and Leona have another sibling-like relationship where they bicker with each other constantly. He has no respect for the lion man. In fact, when Atlas first joins the dorm leaders for their meetings, he called Leona Cat Boy in retaliation for being called herbivore. Since then, it's been on sight. Idia is sort of scared of Atlas because he has seen the younger boy's temper and doesn't wish to be at the end of that. Atlas doesn't really have an opinion on Idia except that he's a very rude boy that needs to get out of the house every once in a while. Lilia terrifies Atlas, but only because he pops out of nowhere and scares hum because it's fun. One time, Atlas asked Lilia about his age and Lilia only laughed and floated away, which only confused the younger boy even more.

Trivia

His favorite iced tea flavors are peach, lavender milk tea, and green apple. He likes the flavor and will get it as a treat for himself. Otherwise, he’ll try and order different flavors.

He still has a stuffed animal that he sleeps with every night. It's a stuffed fox that his mom got him for his birthday that he named Tangy, short for Tangerine since he couldn't actually pronounce the word.

He has piercings along both his left and right ears that he got when he was fifteen. He has an industrial piercing where he puts a bar over on both ears, a double upper helix piercing, a mid-helix, and two piercings on his lobes. His brother's friend was training to be a piercer and needed people to practice on, so Atlas volunteered himself. He hides them with his long hair and takes them out, so his parents don't know that he got them.

He has ADHD and has medication for them, although he's afraid that they're not working for him. His doctor will oftentimes increase or decrease dosage for Atlas if he voices them out.

Atlas's favorite place is the library. He loves to go in there and find books that he either hasn't read yet or hasn't discovered. His friends know where he's at so they would immediately go to the library to bug him.

Whenever he's upset, he tries to find the highest place he can climb and camp out there. He likes to view the world from below because it would give him the perspective that he's not alone in this giant world. No one knows how he climbs them, since he is an unathletic person, but he tends to find a way.

Without fail, Atlas will get up at six in the morning. Even if he only got one or two hours of sleep, he always wakes up at that time. He doesn't understand how or why, but his body always tells him to get up at six in the morning.

Atlas is a huge mythology nerd. So far, he knows most of the Greek and Roman pantheon and stories and he's making his way through Egyptian.

He knows how to skateboard. He saw an anime when he was younger and begged his older brother to teach him, since he also knows how to skateboard. He's not good at it, but he does enjoy riding it.

He knows Japanese, Spanish, and English. Mostly because his mom was insistent in teaching her children the languages so that they can communicate with their grandparents.

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst male oc #twst oc #anyway i tried #this has been in the works and now i get to show off a littl #hopefully it turned out okay

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landscapesscenerypeopleplaces · 3 months

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A World Steeped in Drinks | Atlas Altera - by TelamonTabulicus

Here's to the drinks that keep us going! This is a map I did with Zveiner. It features the staple steeps preferred by every state in Altera. Atlas Altera is a syntopian fiction project that leverages the classroom cliché map to reimagine how diversity and co-existence can take shape, all the while building from real but buried geographies. The point of our project is to tell facts through storytelling, because how reality is portrayed often hides the truth. For general context, go to www.atlasaltera.com.

What is a steep? A steep is basically the go-to drink that people in different cultures keep going back to, every few hours, or day by day. It's something we rely upon for work, for more formal social functions, or just to get up first thing in the morning. It's coffee, tea, even hot cocoa, plus more! I've long been fascinated by ethnobotany. I sometimes lament that we no longer drink all the wonderful things that kept our ancestors awake or energized throughout the day. Thankfully, Atlas Altera gives me the latitude to explore a world brimful with different steeps. The map style is an ode to the aesthetics at the turn of the last century. You see on the map the supposed or hypothetical originary points of domestications, as well as the preferred staple steeps of every country. The text blurbs on the map add more "colour" in the sense of giving details on cultural variations of the steeps/drinks from one part of the world to the next. Then there are little blurbs or introductions to each steep on the legend, as well as two corner maps that focus only on tea and coffee. I highly encourage you to search up the scientific names of each of the steeps I've listed (as I sometimes use a different name than the OTL name). A mildly stimulating adventure awaits...

Support this kind of content: To access in-depth lore and footnotes (such as the spreadsheet of detailed linguistics information/data that goes with this map), or to download a high resolution print-quality version join the Patreon! Your funds will go to supporting me as well as other collaborators of the project. Otherwise, please join the community around this project on r/AtlasAltera or Discord (link in the subreddit).

More content: I'm doing backstage-style discussions for this project with my friend, which you can watch on YouTube and or listen on Anchor/Spotify.

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anandako · 3 months

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Callijatra Team has been awarded for our dedicated efforts in reviving traditional scripts in Nepal! On "World Endangered Writing Day, Jan 23," We extend our heartfelt gratitude to the "The Endangered Alphabets Project" for recognizing the significance of preserving linguistic diversity. This achievement wouldn't have been possible without the passion and hard work of our incredible team. Together, we're committed to safeguarding the rich cultural heritage embedded in these scripts. Thank you Tim Brookes, Atlas of Endangered Alphabets, for this prestigious acknowledgment! 🙏🏽📚 #ScriptRevival #CulturalHeritage #TeamCallijatra #WorldEndangeredWritingDay #Ranjana #NepalLipi #Callijatra

#Callijatra #Ranjana Lipi #Nepal Lipi #WorldEndangeredWritingDay

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hydralisk98 · 1 year

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Optical media personal project devlog #1

A mind movie-style multimedia compilation for myself, divided between video, audio and data onto three separate CDs.

Brainstorming

Moodboard

Mind-mapping

Mockups

Production

Verification

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VCD aka the video CD

Video focus

25 FPS & 29.97 FPS final render framerate?

288x216p resolution at the 4:3 aspect ratio in landscape orientation

MPEG-1 compression & format

1150 kilobits/second video bitrate

~48 'soft limit' & 60 'hard limit' minutes of video maximum for the project

12 || 24/25 frames/second animation? (perhaps a later rework into a 48 FPS animation?)

Must include interactive menus, at least of the PBC aka customized 'playback control' tier

Stereo 44.1kHz || 48kHz audio, maybe Dolby Surround

224 kilobits/second audio bitrate

Slice-of-life ~48 minutes mind movie divided into twelve segments

Features my constructed world & my very own retro 3D vector cartoon style

Uses rotoscoping from the real world as reference (eventually to be interpolated from 30 FPS to 48 FPS & made into a proper live-action on Bluray & VHS?)

Multilingual closed-captions when appropriate

Mini-scenario suggestions: { Calming walk in a local forested park pathway in early fall, swimming & chatting with friends at some private pool outdoors during summer, quietly navigating decks in a analog card library, playing Dreamcast & '3DO' video games, watching international news on my CRT television. watching 2D/3D hybrid cartoon films, reminicing some alternate life memories through photo albums, morning routine, night routine, shopping at a vast mall for clothes, moving-out & renovating a household of my very own, borrowing media at the video rental store, working at a bookstore, studying history & philosophy at the local university's library, doing design work commissions, going to a convention through the subway system, purchase of Shoshona & Ava, browsing the global 3D retro web for retro equipment & trade, driving my electric car for the first time, doing some government census & survey work, Samhain, New Year, Easter, Birthday... }

Mini-scenarios choice: Morning routine (waking up, dressing up, eating...), quietly navigating decks in a public library of analog info card decks with alternate life memories to reminice, watching some weather forecast show on the television, doing a nice little walk outside at 6 AM in the local hometown park, going to the university by the subway, study philosophy + linguistics + history at university during the day, working a four shift at the bookstore during the afternoon, shopping & people-watching at the mall for clothes with close friends, borrowing some films and games at the video rental store, chatting with the wider friend group as they walk towards our party location by around sunset, swimming in a private pool and simply enjoying this late summer night comfortably, night routine (meditating, taking a shower, going asleep...);

CD-DA aka the music CD

Audio focused album

~48-60 minutes of audio preferably but probably ~72 minutes of 32-bit audio dedicated to the soundscape/music/subs/affirmation total for such audio content

44.1kHz 16-bit sample

2-channel LPCM

Seeking to get towards the range from 12 to 24 audio tracks ideally

Between a minimum of 2 minutes to maximum of 3 minutes per track

Subliminal audio tracks, affirmation audio tracks, actual music, soundscape ambiance...

Still (or perhaps animated somewhen?) album cover

Source textual affirmations

Multilingual subtitles?

CD-i aka the data CD

Data focus

HTML5/CSS3 reference 'key' chart for my constructed world personal life script

Agent profiles

Encyclopedia entries

Atlas

Lexicon

Scenarios / story scripts

Conversion tables

Affirmations

Guide to write your own shifting setting guide

Content license & its disclaimer

Credits

Multimedia assets

Important considerations about life in this world

Interactions with our planet

Citizenship application + other paperworks

Prompts & questions to get yourself started

Further updates for later...

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linguistlist-blog · 2 years

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FYI: TALD (Typological Atlas of the Languages of Daghestan) v. 1.0.0 Now Public

The Linguistic Convergence Laboratory, HSE University (https://ilcl.hse.ru/en/) is happy to announce the first release of TALD (Typological Atlas of the Languages of Daghestan) v. 1.0.0, available here: http://lingconlab.ru/dagatlas/. TALD is a tool for the visualization of information about linguistic structures typical of Daghestan. The scope of the project currently covers all East Caucasian languages spoken in Daghestan and adjacent areas, as well as non-related languages spoken in Daghes http://dlvr.it/STs3YY

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avatarfromtheashes · 3 years

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art and design by @yueqqi

A protagonist? Antagonist? You’ll see after the fourth arc of book 1, but Commander Tashra of the Northwestern Fleet has his own story to tell as the youngest Order officer to have been promoted to the commander position and captain his own war-class airship, the Lion Turtle 1. You’d be hardpressed to find out about his history and he seems to have no ties to anything, no family, no friends (unless you count his coworkers). He seems so serious, it’s a little scary, especially when he has a reputation as one of the most dangerous waterbenders you’ll ever meet, and he doesn’t even need bloodbending or traditional waterbending for that.

An explanation on his name: the way his name is written (太時喇) should be read as Tai Shi La in Mandarin (it is also very pretentious, meaning “a wind instrument of a great era”), but given Chinese is the written language everywhere in Avatar-verse, I’m sorta winging it to adapt some fictional conlang regional differences.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a man with long, slightly wavy near-black hair and long locks to frame his face. He is dark-skinned with deep aquamarine eyes with a serious intent on his face. He wears a black and grey hanyuansu military uniform with a pale blue-grey detail on the collar’s trim denoting his division, paired with brown leather bracers and laced boots. He is equipped with a holstered gun on his left hip, a metal canister as a waterskin on his right hip, and a knife holster on his thigh. In mid motion as though spinning on his foot, he is bending water from vapor in the air with his right hand, and holding a menacing spear of ice in his left as though he intends to throw it. End ID.]

[Sidebar ID: “Commander Tashra (太時喇) of the Northern Water Tribe, Order Skyfleet Division b. 4th of the 1st Month, 521 AG. 18-19 (book 1), 21-22 (book 4). 5’10” (179 cm).” End ID.]

#atla #legend of korra #avatar fanart #atla oc #avatar oc #artists on tumblr #my fav actually this guy can fit so much backstory it isn’t funny #if you notice his skin tone is a bit darker than most canon Water Tribe characters that was the intention #he’s supposed to be half native (Inuit and Unalaska) and half south asian mixed (Indian and Austroaborigene) :>#colorism is out representation is IN #tashra #avatar from the ashes #*addendum that I art with my screen at half or quarter brightness so there may be differences from screen to screen #if I’m feeling up for it I might write up a post once I do more heavy research and try my hand at linguistic meta #since there are obv Arab and Inuit names that don’t have non-phonetic pinyinizations so that will be a project for another time

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comradekatara · 2 years

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like star trek, or lord of the rings, or shakespeare, or homer, it’s evident that avatar’s success (both in terms of quality and the consequent popularity of it due to its quality) is inspiring a new generation of media inspired and influenced by it.

I watch a lot of contemporary cartoons that clearly have taken cues from atla due to my baby brother’s love for that kind of vibrant fantasy quest narrative. and while shows like the owl house and amphibia are most obviously direct descendants of gravity falls, and she-ra clearly takes a lot of inspiration from sailor-moon-type “magical girl” anime, they also implement a lot of tropes that atla may not have invented, but certainly perfected. it’s clear that atla changed the game.

and since my brother really likes these tropes, i’m glad that there exists a wealth of media dedicated to depicting them targeted towards his generation, especially now that there are more diverse voices behind the scenes dedicated to giving kids better representation than what we had growing up. I like these shows! especially amphibia, which surprised me in its emotional subtlety, depth, and nuanced characterization (seriously, watch the frog show it’s so good).

so I don’t want it to seem like I think that trying to replicate the tropes of a successful staple of the genre is necessarily a bad thing. this kind of derivation is the natural process of all art, playing with what works, expanding on and subverting previously established conventions in the form. but I think that a lot of the time, what happens is that people will see the success of a groundbreaking work, and try to replicate that without understanding what actually made that original work, work so well.

take lord of the rings, for a prime example. tolkien’s approach to middle earth was a project he spent his entire life on, developing conlangs and histories for a fictional world that took great inspiration from his own extremely thorough knowledge of medieval europe. as a medievalist and linguist, he used his academic career to create a work of art in which he explored various themes that concerned him personally, such as the cost of war, which he understood firsthand having fought in WWI, losing many close friends along the way. middle earth was his personal passion project that reflected his own life and interests, and cannot be separated from the man himself, as it is his personal mythology, and a reflection of his very soul.

and yet, since lord of the rings (in particular) all but established the genre of high fantasy as we know it today, pretty much everyone believes that they must take cues from tolkien if they wish to make their own mark in the genre. but people didn’t take the right lessons away from what made tolkien so successful, so instead we get stupid shit like dungeons & dragons and game of thrones that thinks that orcs and battles and half-assed conlangs is how you build a fantasy world.

or that because star trek had scapeships and humanoid aliens, that’s what makes sci fi, sci fi. the hunger games certainly isn’t a perfect novel, but it had thematic depth. every ripoff of the hunger games that came after in the post-apocalyptic teens-in-a-dystopia boom was completely fucking hollow, replicating the aesthetics and surface-level narrative conventions without actually understanding the very blatant critique of US capitalist wealth inequality the book was actually about.

a “trope” can be more than a mere aesthetic implementation or plot point in a story, and yet for some reason, when people attempt to replicate tropes in genre fiction specifically, they get stuck on the most surface-level ones. but good genre fiction goes beyond the surface.

writers do have a lot to learn from atla. it is an extremely well-told story. it’s teleologically succinct without feeling rushed or constricted by its linearity. the characters are all constructed and developed with so much depth, not only as individuals, but in the ways in which they all mirror and inform each other. the themes are complex and well-established. the worldbuilding is thoughtful and immersive. the jokes are funny! the aesthetics are impressive! it flows well, all the narrative beats work well, it’s just an all-around very good show. a masterpiece, even.

there’s no shame in being inspired by atla. I know I am. it was the first piece of high fantasy storytelling I saw that didn’t feel like a direct ripoff of tolkien. I have cared deeply about all of the characters my entire life. it is very important to me. but what makes atla good isn’t its aesthetics (although yes I do enjoy its aesthetics). what makes atla such an unforgettable staple of american cartoon history is its writing.

and that is what we must take cues from. we must ask ourselves—why do these characters work so well? how are they constructed that makes their journeys and relationships so impactful? why does the worldbuilding feel so real and immersive? what aspects of this world and these nations feel so real and familiar and complex to us? why are the themes so effective? what resonates so beautifully in this story? what nuances in this narrative structure allow for it to be such an unforgettable piece of art?

because, when you ignore the deeper themes of a text for its surface-level aesthetics, taking inspiration in name only, skimming of the top and hoping the facade will be enough to get by, that’s how you get, well, the legend of korra. interrogate the true meaning of what it is that inspires you, and why it is so impactful. let the avatar franchise and its legacy be a cautionary tale. and watch amphibia ✌🏼

#analysis #synthesis #im not even like a big tolkienist or anything but I do feel the need to avenge him lmfao #anyway. atla good #frog show good too #very different in many ways much more like gravity falls in terms of structure #but like. very good #of course adventure time is the BEST show but nothing will ever come close to that so you know why even bother #and sorry korra i love u but we had to say it. we had to!

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poormeowmeowcollector · 2 years

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Is Loki the kind to hyperfixate? If so on what kind of stuff?

PROJECTION TIME

Loki is, in fact, one of the hyperfixating folks

His very first hyperfixation is astrology/astronomy (they're the same on Asgard)

It started with Frigga telling him stories about the stars

He still hyperfixates on it

And knows how to convert natal charts from different planets

Of course they have memorised everyone's chart

The second one is magic

That one started when he was first taught magic at 5

Within a month, they were three years too advanced

He got the title "master of magic", the highest title any magic practitioner can get, at the age of 15 in human years.

Most needed at least half a lifetime to earn that title

Loki needed a hyperfixation

He still hyperfixates on magic and science

Another hyperfixation they got was languages and linguistics

He basically doesn't need allspeak anymore, he just knows all languages by heart

Watching a movie that has someone speaking at a fake accent or a foreign language with Loki is either a gift or a nightmare

Depending on if you like rants with your movies

Also Loki has a very creative way of cursing

Of course, arriving to Earth during the era of (mis)information did have an effect

Now Loki knows everything about knitting, baking, star wars, quantum physics, history, Sherlock Holmes, Bollywood, witchcraft practises he can practice, brewing any kind of beverage, boats, sharks, seagulls, the mantis shrimp, evolution of religions, star trek, supernatural, the whole atla universe and dinosaurs

And he mastered all that within a weekend each

Taglist: @lucywrites02 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian @rorybutnotgilmore @hybrid-in-progress @weirdfangirl2416 @darkacademicfrom2021 @nicoistrying @twhiddlestonsstuff @kozkalovesloki @thewindandthewolves @gaitwae @leucoratia

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gallickingun · 4 years

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reassurance || oikawa tooru

SUMMARY: You and Oikawa Tooru have become close after spending weeks partnered together in your college course. You have an unspoken relationship, nothing exclusive, but Oikawa plans to change that once he realizes a toll his other female fanatics have on you and your confidence.

PAIRING: Oikawa x Fem!Reader RATINGS: T+ WARNINGS: language, negative feelings, anxiety, etc. WORD COUNT: 3.8k+

Author’s Note: This is my very first Haikyuu!! piece. I’m not sure how it ended up being Oikawa, but here we are! In the future, if you guys want, I’ll definitely do more Oikawa but also Sugawara, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama!

The jersey sits heavy on your shoulders – as if Atlas himself had bestowed the burden of carrying the weight of the world to you personally. Your back aches but you stand when the set is thrown across the court anyway, hands held close together in preparation of a clap.

He always gives you a reason to redden your hands in praise.

When the ball slams onto the court, his eyes turn to you – dark and playful, the lilt of a smirk on his lips. His left eye drops in a wink and as you bring your hand up to wave, your body tenses at the sound of screams from just behind your position in the bleachers.

“Oikawa!” They drag out each syllable of his name for an excessive amount of time, and the flirtatious drawl of their voices makes your skin crawl. They giggle in unison, a flurry of voices trying to be louder than the last, their laughter echoing off the gym walls, “Great serve!”

Your hands wring together in your lap as you find your seat again, eyes downcast so you cannot make out the frustrated expression on his face when you back down from them. He grits his teeth and curls his fists, but anyone looking on and unaware would believe he was just pushing himself to newer limits, a higher level to achieve. He is not known for his tendency to stagnate, especially not in a game where there are newscasters and reporters present, scouts for national level teams scattered in the stands.

“I heard he’s seeing someone,” a higher-pitched voice chimes in, just across your shoulder. Before you can turn your body to defend yourself, or the girl in question can continue, another one further to the left butts in, “Yeah, but I heard it’s not exclusive. Which basically means he’s still fair game.”

“He’s not a piece of meat, guys.”

You’re thankful for whichever third voice of reason pipes up, but the sheer number of girls giggling behind you does little to quell your spiraling nerves. The pit of your stomach is in shambles, your arms wrapped around your torso in an attempt to hold yourself together while the last set of the game winds down.

They’re not wrong, per say. You and Oikawa aren’t exclusively dating, not really calling one another pet names, or holding hands across campus. At most, you’re comfortable, your bodies walking in synch from building to building, finding it easy to fill the otherwise awkward silence with talk, or comfortable just basking in the quiet. He will throw an arm around your shoulders and kiss your temple, but the actual affection is saved for when he walks you to your car or you spend the evening studying in his dorm.

The two of you started off as lab partners, forced to spend extra time outside of class together to study and put together a project that’s worth a decent amount of your semester grade. In that time, you’d grown to enjoy his company, and he started inviting you out with his teammates and their friends after practice and to parties, and even to study together for other subjects outside of the lab class you were taking.

It was not long before your mouths found one another and your hearts grew to become intertwined.

And now, here you are, stood in the stands, your body on the edge of your seat as he twirls the ball in his palms, blowing a breath through his teeth as he steps to the edge of the court. He toes the white line, as if mentally marking the spot, the start of a smirk on his lips as he grows more confident with each passing second. Your heart stalls within your chest, just as it always does, when the ball is thrown into midair, spinning so quickly you can hardly see the multi-colored stripes, rather each piece blurring together to create one dark hue.

Oikawa manages to throw another service ace, bringing the game to match point in favor of your school’s team. As the ball is rolled back underneath the net, he turns to look at you, undoubtedly gazing directly into your eyes, tilting his head in your direction and blowing a kiss from the center of his palm.

You reach your palm out into midair, stretching your digits so your hand is wide open. It is a silly thing, something the both of you started when you had to be across campus from one another, unable to meet up for lunch or coffee or studying. After a moment, your fingers wrap around your empty palm, grabbing his intangible kiss from the space between you. He watches intently as you press your digits against your lips, the ghost of his kiss on the ridges of your fingerprints. As your mouth curls upward in a smile, Oikawa’s expression lilts to match your own, the faintest hint of dimples dipping into his cheeks on either side.

“If you think that was for you, then you’re delusional,” the tinny-voiced girl from before leans down to whisper in your ear, her hand menacingly placed on your shoulder, like a weight meant to sink you to the bottom of the ocean. “It was obviously for me. I have my linguistics course with ‘kawa, and he and I were partnered up for a project this past week. He’s so totally into me, even offered to carry my books.”

Her heels look pointed enough that she could pierce your throat or your eye with the tip, so you merely shove her hand off of your shoulder and turn around, clapping as Oikawa tosses his next serve up in the air. You rally with the rest of the crowd, whooping and hollering when his hand hits the ball, a loud echo from the slap making you wince.

When you look up, the ball is in play, volleying back and forth from one side to the next. Oikawa’s face is flushed, hands at the ready as he takes his position. After a few more moments, a perfect set from Oikawa to your team’s ace lands them the final point they need to win the set.

The entire crowd goes ecstatic, everyone standing to their feet, ringing their bells and blaring their horns, clapping their hands as the boys on the court jump up and down and hug one another. Oikawa has his arm around the ace, tugging him to tell him something close in his ear, but his eyes wander to the crowd, finding you in an instant, dropping his left lid down in a wink. You can’t help the way your heart constricts within your ribs, like a caged dove desperate to fly free. Your hand are over your face as the teams both line up to thank one another for the game, and once they are released to the locker rooms, you start to gather your things.

You hear a snicker from above you, and when you turn your head, a thin, beautiful brunette with blue eyes is glaring down at you, a smirk tugging upward on her thin, peachy lips. She cackles, crossing her arms over her ample chest to multiply the appearance of her size, “I hope you’re not waiting around for ‘Kawa. Prepare to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed in what?”

The familiar, smooth voice in your ear sends your whole body into a stupor. You look over your shoulder, but he’s already so close to you that you can feel the heat of him against your side. Oikawa’s palm slides into the back pocket of your jeans and your tongue lolls back in your throat, near choked on the organ as you watch him sidle his attention to the girls stood behind you on the next row of bleachers, an unassuming expression aligning his features.

Your body flushes with heat, face warm to the touch and your backside where his hand is currently placed is practically throbbing at the attention. Oikawa pulls you in tighter, your body tucked into his side, and he smiles, eyes near-sparkling underneath the fluorescent gym lighting.

“Hey pretty girl,” he kisses the crown of your head, squeezing you with his elbow that is around your back as best he can, “did you enjoy the game?”

Glancing up at him, you make eye contact and it floods your body with a familiar warmth, your stomach doing flips and your heart pattering within your chest, “Yes, you did so well! That’s two more service aces than last game!”

“That’s my girl.” Another kiss is pressed to your temple, his lips warm and smooth against your skin. You note that he’s being even more affectionate than normal, and you have to wonder if it’s in response to seeing those girls encroaching on your space. “Now what was this about being disappointed? Not in my game, was it? I know I screwed up a couple of times, but I think I redeemed myself alright!”

You turn to the girls stood in the bleachers, their faces paling in color as their jaws hang open just slightly, his words doing little to reign them in. The expression on your face has morphed into one of self-satisfaction and smugness, lips quirked into a smirk, one brow cocked upward, “No, ‘Ru, I think you did great. These girls were just worried you weren’t paying attention during the sets, is all.”

Oikawa stifles a laugh before it can break through the aloof expression he is wearing, eyes wide as he narrows his gaze to the group of college girls now stammering and blushing in regret for sticking around this long. He reaches behind his head to rest his palm on his neck, cocking his jaw slightly to the side to relay even more of an innocent appearance. You turn your body closer to him, his chest pressed against yours from the side, your arms circled around his waist. Now his hand in your pocket is on full display, thumb jutted out from the fabric, but the other four fingers are perfectly slotted against your backside.

“I’ll admit I was a little distracted,” he scrunches his nose, eyes crinkling at the edges as he does so. He turns from them to you, sliding his other hand down your ribs to your free pocket, aligning the fronts of your bodies so your chests are flush. Oikawa’s honeyed gaze is lingering on you, and for the moment you feel like there is a spotlight on the two of you, center stage as he brushes the tip of his nose against the bridge of your face.

“I knew you were coming to the game, all decked out in my jersey. I couldn’t help but stare at you between sets.” Your cheeks burn as he kisses your forehead, but you can’t help the uneasiness that you feel swirling in your stomach, dripping down your throat like acid. You wonder if his intentions are pure – is he truly claiming you as his in front of this crowd, or is he merely trying to throw them off of his scent, using you as bait?

Oikawa tugs on the hem of the jersey adorning your torso, something akin to pride shining in his warm irises, quelling the turmoil in your belly for just a moment. “You look adorable in my clothes.”

The shrill one out of the three speaks up, pushing herself onto her tip-toes to appear taller, looming down over you both, “B-But I thought you guys weren’t allowed to let other people wear their jerseys?”

“Oh yeah,” Oikawa waves his hand in midair, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “I got special permission from the coach, he said since I was the one who closed our last few games with those service aces, he’d let me loan the jersey out to my girl.”

At the mention of my girl, Oikawa turns to kiss you on the forehead, tucking your head beneath his chin as he holds you closer. He smiles over the top of you at the group of girls, a smug tone seeping into his words, in spite of his innocent expression, “Are you girls here for someone?”

They all begin to stutter in jumbled tones before scrambling down the bleachers, apologizing and taking their leave. The door to the gymnasium has hardly shut before Oikawa bursts into a fit of laughter, holding you by the arms as he takes in your bashful expression. He leans down, trying to remain close despite the noisy crowds maneuvering their way through the gym, “You wanna grab something to eat? Coach gave us tomorrow off from practice, so I don’t have to head back to the dorms just yet.”

“Yeah,” you nod, your hands pressing flat to his chest, jersey stuck to his skin with sweat. You scrunch your nose in response, shaking your head and forcing a disgusted sound from the back of your throat, “You better shower first though, Tooru, cause I’m not going anywhere with your stink.”

Oikawa squeezes your backside gently with his limited grip, hands still stuffed in your pockets, “I’ll be out of the locker room in a few minutes. You can wait for me in the car, okay?”

Your hand finds his keys, jingling as you move your hip, the lanyard weighing heavy on your beltloop, “Yeah, okay.”

His eyes find you instantaneously, your tone dropped an octave as you loop your index finger through the o-ring that his car key is attached to, your knuckle crooked around the cool metal, as if you were keeping it safe from harm. Oikawa pulls you forward with a gentle tug against your backside, your body enraptured with his as he looks down at you, his nose brushing your forehead.

“Thank you for coming,” Oikawa’s lips are against the dip in your brows, running down the bridge of your nose, “I think you’re my favorite good luck charm.”

You can’t help but chuckle sarcastically, your fists curling around his jersey, “As if you need any good luck, ‘Ru.”

Oikawa withdraws his hands from your pockets, but pats your ass gently, causing you to stumble into him until your bodies are flush. He laughs into your hair, kissing the crown of your head affectionately before releasing you.

He’s walking away, but he makes sure to call over his shoulder, “Of course I don’t, I’ve got you!”

You’re trying to contain your blush all the way back to his car, wringing your hands in front of your body, twirling his car keys between your knuckles. You play with the fob attached, his name embroidered with his number and the school’s logo – a gift you bought for him a few months into the semester. He pulled you into his lap when he made out what it was, his hands cupped around your thighs as your knees settled on either side of his hips, gentle words parting his lips: “How is it you already know me so well?”

You are alone in the car for a good twenty minutes, and you pass the time by listening to the radio and scrolling through several of your social media accounts and checking your emails from various professors. Before you know it, he’s startling you when he opens the driver’s side door. You press your hand over your heart, eyes widening as he slips into the front seat, long legs slotting beneath the steering wheel.

Oikawa reaches across the console to press his palm to your thigh, squeezing the fleshiest expanse of skin gently, “Hey, pretty girl. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Your palm finds his knuckles, a soft smile upturning your features at the gentleness of his mannerisms. Oikawa’s thumb brushes back and forth against the inner seam of your jeans, leaning his torso closer so he can nudge his nose against your cheek in a teasing motion. His smile can be felt against your skin, the corners of his lips upturned along your jawline.

“You.”

The answer is nothing short of truthful. He does not have to know in what capacity you’re thinking of him, only that you’ve given him the real reason as to why your brow is crinkled and your gaze is far-off rather than focused on him. Your heart twinges within your chest and your stomach grows sour the longer you think about those girls and what they had to say, how quickly they disregarded you.

“You’re adorable,” his mouth finds your cheek in a chaste kiss before he settles into the driver’s seat and shifts the car into reverse. Oikawa’s hand never leaves your thigh, pinned there by the immovable force of gravity, held in place by sheer will. Even as he orders at the drive-thru and maneuvers the car to the nearby park, his palm does not waver. It spreads a contagious heat, like a virus pricking at your veins, begging to be let in to devour you whole until you are nothing but a shell left behind by his affections.

Before you know it, the car is parked and Tooru is helping you out of your side of the vehicle. His hand is on yours and you almost stumble on your way to the meadow-like section of the boardwalk. You toe off your shoes and kick them to the side, sat in the grass as he straightens out a blanket he keeps in his car for times like these.

You are quiet as you nibble on your food, playing with the wrapper in between bites. Oikawa lets you stew in your own thoughts for a few minutes before he is breaking the silence, leaning his body into your personal space to shatter the box you’ve built around yourself.

“Is everything okay?” Oikawa’s hand is on your knee now, searing into your skin with the ridges of his fingertips, “You’ve been rather quiet since we left the gym.”

Immediately, your mind is thrown back to the scene you witness just before leaving. The group of girls all ganged up against you, sneering and snickering at your excitement at Oikawa’s success, as well as his affections towards you. Doubt crawls up your spine like a shadow, clutches it’s spiny claws into your shoulders and latches onto your skin, an itching starting that you know cannot be quelled with words alone.

“Wh-What did you think of those girls at the end of the game?”

You are taking a chance, stepping out onto a tightrope with no net underneath to catch you if you fall. Oikawa owes you nothing – there is no commitment, no promise that the two of you have made to one another. Is that not what the girls were saying? That you were not exclusive to one another, and therefore you have no claim to him.

The entirety of your body grows heavy as he speaks his next words, those golden brown eyes finding something off in the distance to focus on, “They were pretty, I guess. Not really my type, how about you?”

It is meant to be a joke, you think.

Oikawa is using his typical flat tone that he has to channel for when he is being overly sarcastic and must mask it before his façade falls into a fit of giggles. And still, the twitching of his lip, the telltale sign of his impending grin, does nothing to force your fear to the side. Rather, it multiplies at his false confession, building to a crescendo of acid within your belly, lapping at the innermost parts of you until you’re broken in the worst ways.

“Hey, I’m just teasing-”

A palm brushes your cheek but you are too numb to notice. Your eyes are lost, focused in on one blade of grass near your feet, trying to count the shades of green that reflect off the moonlight up above. The air surrounding you is like a balm, but you wish it were a salve; anything to help soothe the burning of your soul.

The charred ashes within your stomach start to suffocate you, floating up your esophagus until they burn the base of your throat and choke your tongue from the inside out. Tears simmer against your lashes and your face flushes with the threat of emotion taking over you like an apparition.

The feel of a knuckle against the underside of your chin, the fleshiest part, is what breaks you from your downward spiral, Oikawa’s voice quick to follow, “You can talk to me, you know.”

Your hands seek out his proximity, palms curling around his sweatshirt as the temptation to ask your questions sits on your tongue. The acid drips down the muscle to the back of your throat to meet the ashes, your jaw locked as you try to speak. Oikawa’s hand expands along your neck, thumb brushing against your jugular to coax the words from the base of your throat.

“Do you like me?”

A silence stretches between the two of you for a short moment before his fit of giggles breaks through it. Oikawa slots his hand into your hair and nuzzles your nose with his own, “Do you really think I would ask coach to break the jersey rules for me if I didn’t like you?”

You begin to babble, stuttering syllables crossing your lips as you try your best to defend yourself. Your hands go clammy and your tongue feels thick in your throat, eyes flitting across his face while you attempt to compose your emotions. Before you can force a full sentence from between your teeth, Oikawa has captured your lips in a kiss.

His mouth against yours melds your thoughts together until your mind is mush, unwilling and unable to create coherent thoughts. Your fingers shake against the fibers of his sweatshirt, shaking with the need to have him closer. He feels your desperation and smiles into the kiss, his own hands curling around your frame. He wants you closer now, as if the non-verbal confession has created something new between the two of you, a fresh bloom to admire and showcase.

As he pulls away, Tooru is still grinning, “I didn’t want to rush you, but I want you. Whatever that means for you. Relationship or not.”

“Relationship,” you are quick to answer, eager as you push yourself up on your knees, closer to his face. Your lips find his again, arms wound around his shoulders so you can be flush against his torso, fingertips brushing through his hair. He encourages you onto his lap, hands flat along your shoulders to steady you as you find your balance.

Oikawa’s nose nudges down your cheek and jaw, nipping kisses creating tiny red, aggravated marks against your skin that fade within moments of their origin, “You have nothing to be jealous of, princess. I promise.”

Your cheeks burn at his recall of your earlier admission, the insecurities eating away at your innards even through his affirmations. Oikawa licks his tongue along the column of your throat, forcing a shiver up your spine, and successfully redirecting your attention from your throttling thoughts to his warm mouth.

“If you still don’t believe me,” his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, eyes full of mirth as he gazes up at you through thick lashes, “then let me show you.”

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not gonna lie..... this is NOT my favorite piece so if you made it this far thank you! if you’d like a second piece, one a little more spicy in nature, please let me know!!! or if you have any drabble/thirst requests i’d love to answer them!!!!!

bokuto is my next victim so be on the lookout for that! hopefully we’ll have lots more haikyuu posts in the future!

#oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #morgan writes hq #my writing

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bittermoonswrites · 3 years

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I know I am horrifically late (tbh I’m terrible at social media beyond checking my messages, forgive me friends), but I was tagged by @amidst-stars and @plagueofskeletons and possibly other people I’m forgetting to share my a few of my favorite fics!

The truth is that whatever I’m working on at the moment/my most recent project is usually my favorite, so I had a lot of trouble picking. This list is weighted heavily toward more recent fics, but here are two BNHA fics + one other fic I wrote that I’m fond of!

How to (Not) Get Over Your Infuriatingly Hot, Talented, and Funny Ex: A Guide by Sokka (ATLA, Zukka, 14.7k, T)

I wrote this for the ATLA Big Bang last year and had a lot of fun with Sokka’s POV and general approach toward life. It was supposed to be angstier when I was planning it out but somehow turned into the least angsty getting-back-together-post-semi-recent-breakup fic I’ve ever read. Sokka’s taste in Taylor Swift and computational linguistics is legendary, and Zuko is an icon. There was also wonderful art and music (yes, music! One of Zuko’s songs and an improv session are embedded in the fic) created for the big bang too, and that was awesome to see come to life. One thing the pandemic has taken from me is jamming with friends for fun, and I hope I captured some of that spirit in this fic.

on paper mountains (BNHA, dabihawks, 58.9K, M)

This is my homage to writers and artists. I started writing this because I was (and am) very frustrated with the state of the world, but what got me to finish was watching the characters grow. I wanted to root for Touya and Keigo to not count themselves out despite pushing 40. I wanted to see Keigo learn that there is somewhere in the world he belongs. I wanted Touya to learn that not every aspect of old traditions and culture should be thrown away by default. I wanted to root for Shouto, who wanted so badly to learn more about his own family that he’d go behind their backs to do so.

I liked this fic so much I printed it for me + a few friends (see my twitter for photos for the curious). I don’t think I can write dabihawks young anymore—every time I have since finishing this fic, something’s just missing. I liked this world so much I’ve written a bonus chapter (already on my ao3), a sequel (it’s a genfic and a very different beast of a fic. The rough draft is completed and sitting on my computer waiting for me to start editing), and a short AU of this AU (that I won’t be posting until the sequel is up because it’s related).

sugar and spice (BNHA, Shiganatsu, 4.7K, T)

Lol. This is my weirdest AU. BNHA meets GBBO meets John Mulaney. Yes, I’ll fess up right now that a few of John Mulaney’s routines were the inspiration for Natsuo’s routines. I would pay good money to see Natsuo live and/or demand Netflix to get him to make more specials if I were in this world.

I wrote the bulk of this fic on a Saturday morning because I was bored, and formatting it on ao3 took longer than actually writing it. I was very pleasantly surprised when friends actually thought my jokes were hilarious—I was worried they’d fall flat haha.

Everyone has probably already done this already because I’m slow as shit. If @juurensha, @soysaucemachine, @lionalicelives haven’t and feel like it, I’d love to see you guys do this!

#bittermoons writes #zukka #dabihawks #shiganatsu

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silveryinkystar · 3 years

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So I’ve been thinking about linguistic worldbuilding for my fic and have decided to divide how languages work in the AtLA world into a few easy categories to work with. I won’t be specifying any language in particular except as an example, and while I am doing my best with my research about cultures that aren’t mine, it’s a little slow-going and I apologise beforehand if I misuse any terms in this post.

Going under a cut since it’s long.

Starting off with the basic assumption that the four nations are inspired by several Asian cultures and nations, with the Water Tribes specifically also drawing inspiration from Inuit culture, we can safely assume that not everyone would be speaking the same language in every part of the world.

We know from canon that the Fire Nation is divided into multiple islands, and it wouldn’t be too far off to assume that each island would speak a different primary language, or at the very least have a different dialect from the common tongue spoken around the nation. They’d probably be raised as bilingual, to be fluent in both their native regional tongue and the common / official one.

I’m using India as an example here because of the country’s linguistic diversity, and the fact that most of the states (if not all) have their own distinct languages while also knowing a common language (usually Hindi) that doubles as a regional language as well. Additionally, I’m going to project the ‘inspired by several Asian countries’ cultures’ into ‘each language could probably carry over to a separate region and still be realistic’, to form this idea.

I imagine the Fire Nation would have a central language in the capital that is spread widely around the nation, and, as an effect of colonisation and imperialism, would have needed to be learned by people from the other nations as well if they intended to survive being colonised in the first place. The capital itself may use a more formal version of this language spoken in court that may have deviated enough from the common / simplified dialect to become its own distinctive form.

This ‘common’ tongue would likely be the official language recognised for all legal documents and so on, for easy circulation of orders around the country. It wouldn’t be easy to translate orders into each regional language all the time so people would find this to be more convenient for them.

Meanwhile, the Earth Kingdom has its own rich culture but been eroded enough by the Fire Nation that they’ve lost some parts of it. They’d probably have their own regional dialects, since a lot of the places that are shown aren’t big cities and more like towns and villages further into the landmass, but the need for mobility in case of an attack by the Fire Nation would probably not distinguish those dialects so much as to make them entirely new languages. They probably would also be raised bilingual, considering the repeated efforts to colonise the country would call for some method of adaptation to the situation.

Ba Sing Se might have a more polished version of the language in the Upper Ring since it seems to be a cultural staple of the Earth Kingdom, but at this point it seems like variations of the same language would be the most likely here.

Now for the Water Tribes - the North and the South have been isolated at different ends of the world at this point, for different reasons, and so while they may have had some unity in the languages that they spoke, it would have faded into different dialects (at least) due to necessity.

The Northern Water Tribe would likely have retained the original language form since they closed themselves off from the rest of the world and still contained most of the elements of their culture over the duration of the war, but it would probably be really unlikely for them to have to learn a more commonly used language around the world. However, given the need to negotiate treaties of peace or inactivity, those in powerful positions (eg. the Chief and his council) would know the language for convenience.

The Southern Water Tribe, as of the start of the show, has almost entirely been wiped off the map from repeated raids and attacks, and their first order of business to ensure their survival should they leave in an emergency would be to learn a common language that people would understand, while holding on to their own mother tongue. At the time of colonisation, the Fire Nation’s common tongue would be the most widely used, so that may be something the South defaulted to learning for a worst-case scenario where they’d need to be able to communicate directly with others who wouldn’t know their native language.

Again, like the FN Islands and Earth Kingdom, the SWT would also probably have been raised bilingual throughout the war.

Bonus round: The Air Nomads

Since the four Air Temples seem to have similar layouts and practices that they’d follow, if not downright the same, this uniformity might have been carried over into their linguistic practices too. Therefore, all Air Nomads would know a single language that they can speak to any other Air Nomad regardless of which Air Temple they’re from.

Aang seems to have travelled a lot as a kid, and assuming that it was expected for kids and adults to travel across the four nations (hence the ‘Nomad’ title), it would also make sense for them to pick up other languages along the way. These were probably taught as second languages, but anyone with a greater interest in them could start learning them whenever they liked.

So, Aang might know the most commonly spoken languages across the four nations, but with a hundred years of outdated-ness to their construction.

#quoth silver #atla #meta #atla meta #lingusitic worldbuilding #fic: the swordsmen of shu jing #anyways gonna link this to my new chapter now #this turned out a lot longer than i expected tbh

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