THANK YOU-!! 🥺💓💓
You're in luck! I got a few more sketches of him with me :}
I'll also use your post to put a little bit of angst too, if you don't mind >:]c
(( @emo-gremlin I had some horrible formatting issues answering your ask originally, and it would have bothered me to no end if I didn't fix it <:( Sorry for the @ ♡♡))
I hope they recovered the more torn up puppets down in that hole as the studio recovered. It'd be mean to leave them down there that way 💔
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A DEVIL REBORN
Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)
p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"
p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults
p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds
[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.
His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:
With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.
Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.
The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.
And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.
Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.
I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?
The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."
Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"
His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!
Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"
He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.
(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)
Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"
Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.
Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"
KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.
Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!
Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.
(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)
"Oh, Doctor..."
Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"
Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."
Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."
"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.
"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"
"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"
"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.
Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]
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stumbled across this post and hoooooooooo boy as someone who studies the Na’vi language as a hobby it was painfully obvious that 95% of the “Na’vi names” were straight-up pulled out of the author’s rear; most of those words do not actually exist in the language and aren’t even valid within its phonology system...so I’m gonna correct it before I implode :P
Small note on why certain things are wrong before we go to the specific words because the author makes all these mistakes a lot:
I’ve mentioned before that tìftang (the apostrophe thing) cannot go between two consonants, so any time you see, for example, t’s or k’n etc, that’s invalid.
You will also never see tìftang as the second letter of a word, as it is only allowed to come at the start or end of a syllable, never in the middle. So a word starting with p’a is also invalid even though there’s a vowel. (you can fix this by adding a second vowel, which creates a second syllable: ap’a which would break down into [ap][’a], or pa’a which could break down into either [pa’][a] or [pa][’a] (doesn’t really matter which, I don’t think)).
The sounds b, g, d, ch, and sh do not exist in the forest dialect of Na’vi. These sounds do technically exist in the reef dialect; however, since this book long predates the existence of the reef dialect and is clearly focused on the forest people, any time you see any of these letters, that is also incorrect. J also does not currently exist in any dialect.
Lastly, the sound h does exist, BUT it can only begin a syllable, never end one. So you will never see a Na’vi word ending in h such as the English “meh”.
Alrighty, on to the specific debunking:
English term: Baby carrier
Fake Na’vi term: “Iveh k’nivi s’dir”
Problems: h at the end of a word, tìtang as second letter, tìftang between consonants, D
Actual Na’vi term: Prrsmung (derived from prrnen “baby” and sämunge “transportation tool”)
English term: Bladder Lantern
Fake Na’vi term: “Tmi nat’sey”
Problems: invalid consonant cluster (tm), tìftang between consonants
Actual Na’vi term: Tsmisnrr
(“food here” would also actually be “syuve fìtseng”)
English term: Blue Flute
Fake Na’vi term: “omati s’ampta”
Problems: tìftang as second letter, invalid consonant cluster (either mp or pt)
Actual Na’vi term: There is currently no canon name for this instrument; however, it cannot be this because s’ampta is phonetically invalid
English term: Hammock
Fake Na’vi term: “Eywa k’sey nivi’bri’sta”
Problems: tìftang as second letter, tìftang between consonants, B
Actual Na’vi term: Nivi
(“Eywa cradles everyone” would actually be “Eywal frapot meyam”)
English term: Loom
Fake Na’vi term: “Ulivi mari’tsey mak’dini’to”
Problems: tìftang between consonants, D
Actual Na’vi term: ‘ewrang (regular looms), sa’ewrang (giant “mother” loom)
English term: Fire Pit
Fake Na’vi term: “mreki u’lito”
Problems: invalid consonant cluster (mr)
Actual Na’vi term: There’s not an exact one really, but txep means fire and merki is a ground rack for cooking meats
I almost wonder if this one’s mostly just a typo since mreki and merki are so similar...but u’lito is not a real word regardless ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
English term: Leaf Plate
Fake Na’vi term: “sumin jilt’luy” or “ulu’tah inlb’sey muisi”
Problems: tìftang between consonants, invalid consonant clusters (not even sure how to properly break these down it’s such a mess), h at the end of a word, J, B
Actual Na’vi term: Yomyo lerìk (colloquially shortened to just rìk (“leaf”))
this one’s kinda hard to read in the photo so the transcription may be off by a letter or two but I assure you it’s still a mess regardless lol
English term: Personal Belongings Rack
Fake Na’vi term: “p’ah s’ivil chey”
Problems: tìftang as second letter, h at the end of a word, Ch
Actual Na’vi term: Snokfyan (derived from sno “one’s self (reflexive pronoun)” and kurfyan “suspended rack”)
Ok this one is actually really close! Just needs a small grammar fix: Kelutralä tìrol (“song of Hometree” or “Hometree’s song”)
(plural version: Kelutralä sìrol)
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open to all!!
↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼
relationship: could be a friend who took him to the party, could be a complete stranger, literally anyone, any gender...also totally down for this being a historical thread because let's face it who doesn't love writing a drunk babe at a lavish ball
plot: basically he wandered off from the main ballroom HOURS ago and your muse has just found him totally sloshed in one of the less-crowded rooms
"I've been having a marvelous time! This might be the best party I've ever been! Least in this century, no doubt..."
Shimi's voice came out practically in song, beaming at the other who had just entered the room and settled upon the lounge chair. He had splayed himself cross the chair, letting his upper body fall into their lap as he stared up at them, a wild grin on his wobbly features. One hand held a glass of champagne, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his other arm craddling his suit coat. It was well into the evening by now, perhaps so much so as to be considered approaching morning. Yet, the festivities continued with the select stragglers who had drunk so much wine they were likely to stay until morn anyhow.
"Stay with me, won't you? Ohh! Or perhaps fetch us another bottle of sherry? So long as you promise to come back!"
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open to all - friends, acquaintances, co-workers, dating, crush, best friends, etc
plot - Aura being cute and flirty with your muse while also being horribly allergic to flowers idk man it's too cute not to do it; the man loves flowers but his body hates them, what can i say
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The sunflower Aura produces from behind his back is bright and beautiful—freshly cut. He holds it up, twirling it in his hand as he twists from side to side like a shy middle schooler presenting a gift to his crush. He hides his reddish face behind it with a cheesy grin before presenting it to the other. His nose twitches slightly and he flicks at it with his finger in slight irritation, but he doesn't let the smile leave his face as the flower is offered their way.
"For you," ze hummed with a small sniffle. A shy warmth blooms in zir chest as ze passes it off to the other. "I saw it at the market the other day and it made me think of you." A pause, shrugging. "Plus, I know you've been having a rough week. Thought it might make you smile."
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