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#i got a little bit carried away
wayward-sherlock · 2 years
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accidentally just wrote 350 words of byler character study. um. haha
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keikeu · 11 months
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Whats this??? A double thoughts????
y e s, I have 2 thoughts: EJ. (I was going through a brainrot with his glasses ok?)
If it was high school, Ej would definitely be that boyfriend who always gets excited going to his s/o’s class and would give her juice box/snack. Help them with homework and be those kind of boyfriend where with glasses is like cute but showing up to prom he would be hella hot.
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i love receiving these to keep them coming!! (and ej in specs rlly does something to me, he looks TOO good)
i feel like at the beginning of your relationship, he'd be very shy to go to your class or hang out with your friends and stuff like that, but with time he gets more comfortable and slowly gets to know everyone you're acquainted with. this makes it easier for him to visit you in class if you're not in the same one and give you little things like snacks, drinks, notes, and even kisses or just to ask how you're doing.
he's your cute nerd (in an affectionate way) with those glasses and the fact that he's good in his studies also adds to his nerdy image🤭 you appreciate that you can ask him for help anytime you need with homework or projects and he's always there to give you a hand! the only reason you're doing good in some subjects that you used to struggle with is because of him.
and as for prom, you were pretty shocked, in a good way, when you saw him. he looked absolutely amazing. his hair was styled back, revealing more of his forehead, his specs perfectly rested on his nose, and his flushed cheeks made him look pretty cute. he was blushing a lot throughout the whole night just because of how beautiful you looked, but you found it adorable and didn't point it out much, not wanting to put him in the spot. and the kiss you shared that night, let me tell you, you did not expect him to do that. you know that scene from 'business proposal' where one of the guys takes off his glasses as he kisses the girl, to kiss her better? that's exactly what happened. let's just say you were the one blushing a lot after that🤭
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pinkautist · 1 year
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because i'm feeling sentimental.
once upon a time, i resented my parents for having brought me into this world. i was angry that i had been born. i had wished that i hadn't been.
to me, everything hurt. nobody liked me. nobody loved me. not even myself. and it hurt so much. i felt unwanted by my parents. they didn't love me in the way that i needed to be loved, and so i resented them.
that resentment burned so brightly that someone called me "self-righteous" for it. i didn't think i was. i felt that my anger was perfectly justified. i had been bullied, ostracized, and was deemed undesirable by my peers, teachers, and parents, and so, my anger was justified.
but at eighteen years old, i realized that my anger wasn't going to take me far. no matter how justified i was, one day, the flames would consume me. i grew tired of seeing the world as desolate and hopeless. i remember exactly what that day was like.
i was laying on the couch. i think i had been crying. i had been talking to my brother about how miserable i was. and then i had an epiphany. what i was experiencing was existential nihilism. i had always called myself a realist, but i was a pessimist deluding myself into believing that my dull, colorless view of the world was objective -- and pessimism can often spill into nihilism. and so, i pulled my phone out, and i looked up how to recover from that mindset.
and after that, every time i ran into a problem that i could identify, i looked up how to deal with it. depression, undiagnosed autism and adhd, and at some point, so-called "daddy issues". i delved into mental health and what the human mind is capable of when under immense stress for prolonged periods of time -- which results in something called complex post-traumatic stress disorder (or cptsd) -- and mental health / psychology quickly became a very meaningful special interest of mine. equipping myself with my compassionate self-awareness and new tools that i had found during my research, i dug my way out of the hole i had found myself in. or, more accurately, i found a lifeline and began to learn how to swim.
i sometimes still feel like i'm drowning, but it doesn't feel like the end of the world anymore. during those times, i show myself love and compassion and understanding and remind myself that i know how to swim now.
and, where i once wished i hadn't been born, or that i had died somewhere along the way, i'm now glad that i had lived. i am immensely thankful to the younger versions of me for having the strength to survive. and the best part of it all is that i don't have to feel like i have to go back in time to tell those versions of myself that things do get better, because they are all here with me. each version of myself that had wished for more is here to experience it with me.
i know that this is undoubtedly true in the way that i still have to comfort myself when a childhood wound is re-opened. i know when i've gotten something i've always wanted. when i let myself behave in the ways that i had once smothered to fit in. when i cry, and i wrap my arms around myself, and i say i know that it hurts right now, and it's okay that it does, and it's okay to cry because it does, and one day, it will hurt less and i will be able to be happier more often. when i lash out because i am hurt, and i am able to process what happened and why it happened and what hurts and how to make it hurt less.
all of the versions of me that have existed are with me here today. and she cheers when she achieves something she always wanted to, and she cries and tries to defend herself when an old wound is re-opened, and she feels warm and happy and at ease when she is loved in the way that she deserves, and she cries cathartic and happy tears when she hears that she is not annoying or too much and that what she has to say is important and nice to hear. i am thankful for the fight she put up to let me be here today. i am battered and bruised and wounded but i am alive. in having survived, i am allowed to heal and finally be happy.
and, god, am i so happy that i made it.
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zorcha · 2 months
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narsh-poptarts · 2 months
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Gosh RGB, who let YOU have a face?
...I did? well, that's strange
really wanted to draw a solid expression or two and strangely wanted to do the guy who doesn't. have a face. so i did a panel redraw!!! (there's just so many moments in this comic where the feelings leaking out from him and what we see is just so POTENT and i AUGH!!! please please please go read The Property of Hate it is such a wonderful comic it will make you explode on the inside. i promise you will come out of it completely normal <- lying)
also STOP DOING THAT RGB you're gonna have people endeared to you
original panel and alternate less eye-strain-y version under the cut!!
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it's so weird seeing him with a face, but it did give me an excuse to go overboard with the hair
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katsumiiii · 2 years
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woke up thinking about hand placement with katsuki. like those little subtle touches that only he and you recognize.
when he’s uncomfortable he lightly taps the back of your ear, pretending to adjust one of your piercings or fondle your earlobe. but you and him have set up a system, so with every little poke and prod comes a message behind them.
the light nudge on your ear caused you to hastily shift your eyelids. you steadily sat your gin and tonic you’d been sipping on for the past hour down on the marble table below (katsuki, in his own words, wondered why you ordered that ‘shitty ass acid water’ anyways, especially since your go to drink was the complete opposite. usually you chose to settle for something sweeter like a strawberry daiquiri or lime  margarita).
“y’good babes?” you leaned towards your lovers earlobe, whispering pleasantly. he noticeably shivered at your proximity. though you’ve been dating for about 2 years now, katsuki had never exactly gotten over the butterflies you bring with the simplest gestures you do.
“jus’ wanna leave.” he continued to stroke your earlobe, his second hand (cold from the amount of heavy rings placed both on his middle, and pointer fingers)  rised beneath the muted sage green dress you decided on wearing.
you hummed at the response, fingernails trailing up his bicep. katsuki was no small man. his shoulders were broad and arms were heavy, he commanded any room he appeared in, and not because of his all too familiar snarl (which at this point seemed to be a trademark look for him), but because of the sheer size of the man. years of training and hero work built his body to resemble a tank personified (not that you were complaining).
“why you wanna leave baby?”
“these idiots are too damn loud. jus’ wanna lay in bed and do fuckin’ nuffin’.”
you snickered at the response, eyes finally settling onto his own. “you wanna do fuckin’ nuffin’ kats?” you mocked humorously.
“yeah.” he nuzzled further into your neck, breathing you in (he always said you smelled like mangos and on occasion jasmine).
“alright baby, i hear you.”
another gesture he’d often do (which might be seen as cliché), is placing his palm on the slight curve of your back. he usually did this when in crowded spaces, leading you through seas and oceans of stomping feet and waving hands.
hero gala’s were always crowded, seeing as though there were thousands of people out there helping others invited to this event, including katsuki bakugo (aka dynamite). it had taken some convincing from you to get your lover to even attend the event in the first place. complaints tumbled out his lips, ranging from ‘not wanting to deal with people in the first place’, to ‘people are going to see you in that stunning dress’ (your words not his). but, with some begging and a little bit of pleading you were able to convince the man to put on a damn suit and attend.
“still don’t fuckin’ know why I had to come.” katsuki complained yet again, hand on the expanse of your back to lead you through the shifting crowd.
“because suki, they’re giving you an award for most reliable hero. and I’m pretty sure you need to be there to accept it, right?” you say in a sarcastic tone, slightly huffing at the fact that he was being extremely difficult for no apparent reason, at least in your opinion.
“who gives a shit? they can’t jus’ mail it to me or somethin’?”
“really. mail it to you?”
“yeah sweetheart, yanno when they put the shit in a box, slap my address on it and shit.”
you growled, twisting to slap katsuki’s chest (not that it accomplished much. the man is built like a damn gorilla on steroids). “I know what mailing is katsuki.”
“jus’ making sure sweetheart, seemed a little confused there.” he smirked, bending forward to kiss your nape.
“whatever, get your damn hand off my back.” you playfully adjusted yourself, trying to remove his heavy palm from your skin.
“not happenin’, stop fucking squirmin’”
“never, dipshit.”
“this is why i didn’t wanna come to this shit, ya never know how to behave.” he lightly grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you along.
“oh I don’t know how to behave?”
“you heard me.”
“it took me 30 minutes to convince you to even step foot-”
he wrapped his free hand along the side of your hips, pulling you towards his side. “yeah yeah, keep yappin’”
“oh I will!”
so yeah ! the asshole can’t really keep his hands to himself !
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darubyprincx · 9 months
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to be, or not to be (romanticization of the inevitable)
#ray's tag#keys' art#undescribed#skeletons#ok to reblog#the skeleton model that i traced for this was provided by the incredible kiku @kikunai whom you can find right here on tumblr!#so uh. This is a piece about chronic fatigue although the original idea i had for it drifted a bit as soon as I started coloring the linear#(i really enjoy shading and lighting things and got a bit carried away here but i stand by my choice because this is my favorite thing#that i've ever drawn)#anyways. i often feel especially lately with school being back in season that my bones are leaden with this sort of. weariness. theyre heav#it weighs on our mental health and energy a lot and although there's a couple of reasons we have been given for it#that doesn't remove the fact that this is still a thing that affects us in a very real way day to day although we are good at masking it.#often i come home to find that i do not have the physical mental or creative energy to work on things i really want to#especially project: nexus which i feel extra bad about even though i can't help it because i just started it so recently#it is a mild to moderate struggle to make it day to day and i just. wanted to represent this somehow#my original concept for this was a skeleton with some black goop gunk whatever leaking from its joints#but as i started adding the cracks and coloring them gold (a personal touch; kintsugi is a concept that is very dear to us)#i realized that the focus here was less on the condition itself and more on the body that it afflicts.#so i put it into a spotlight.#ironic i know since very little people acknowledge this irl or even know it exists at all but i added rim lighting. I added color gradients#I colored the lineart and made it all fancy and even added a flare for the head to get the point across that even at its core; disability i#a performance. this is not implying that disabilities are fake in fact this is the opposite of that. i wanted to show that with disabilitie#especially i think in my personal opinion the invisible ones#we are all masking at least a little bit during the vast majority of the day. humans are social creatures and it is only when we are alone#or with someone we deeply trust where we allow ourselves to be who we truly are without fear and even then that can be rare#so i wanted to show this bit of the soul in as broad a limelight as i could. idk this is a really abstract piece and i dont know if anyone#will even get it but it matters to me at least. and even though we've been largely bedridden for the past week i think that's okay#we will get it figured out. all of us. okay? okay. i love you. i fucking love you. we are going to fucking make it#(also the xes over the eyes are because i thought they looked cool they have no deeper meaning at least i think they dont#actually i think they do but i cant put it into words idk. Art is subjective assign your own meaning i'm gonna go get a shower)
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vigilvntes · 7 months
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anyway i have been thinking about how much i want adrian to fuck me (this would fix me i know it would) but like specifically i really want to make out with him. i wanna feel his whole tongue in my mouth while he holds me (cause im horny but also i a softie dammnit).
i get the vibe that he hooks up regularly as vigilante so hes experienced in bed more than people would think, but since he keeps the mask on he doesnt kiss much. but when hes close enough with someone he can take off? with be ALL over you with his mouth. will be kissing you nonstop.
OKAYYYY FUCKBOY VIG AND TOUCH STARVED ADRIAN I SEE THE VISION
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but yes i definitely agree that he's a dark horse when it comes down to it. i mean maybe im delusional maybe im fucked in the head but you can't convince me that absolutely no one in that town has fucked around with vig because let me tell you i would be FIRST IN LINE!!! he's been running around for years, and it seems that at this point people have just kinda made peace with him being there?? so no doubt he has hookups like he's charming and confident when he's in the suit and we see that a lot in the show. so yes. he probably fucks a lot as vig.
but adrian???? out of the suit???? touch starved. it's all well and good when there's a barrier between him and whoever he's sleeping with (literally), but warm fingertips brushing his hair from his face??? clinging on to his bare back while he fucks you??? soft, breathless kisses while the two of you moan into each others mouths???? he's a sucker for it. all the hookups in the world, all the people that throw themselves at him after he saves them from being mugged will never, ever compare to just being himself, just being adrian, around someone who accepts him for who he is and what he does and someone he trusts enough to keep that secret.
as soon as he comes home he'd rip the mask straight off and his lips would be straight on yours. doesn't matter if he's had a good night or a bad night, touching you, kissing you, his tongue in your mouth and the little surprised noise you make when he bites down on your bottom lip is enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine. he'd kiss you until you literally can't breathe, and if you pulled away from him to catch your breath the most pathetic whine would leave his throat and he'd turn his attention to your neck instead. the whole time he's inside of you, his lips are on yours. missionary?? he's kissing you until your lips are blue. from behind?? he's leaning over, grabbing your chin and making you turn your head so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
and his affinity for kisses doesn't just apply to sex!!!! he'll wrap his arms around your waist when the two of you are cooking dinner just to plant the sloppiest, wettest kisses on your cheek just so you'll giggle and playfully slap him away. before you leave the apartment you have to swipe the AKM (adrian kissing machine). he'll probably get moody if he doesn't get a kiss in the morning.
if you're both feeling nasty he'll spit in your mouth, or he'll let you spit in his mouth. he probably prefers the latter.
🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
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messiambrandybuck · 11 days
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@ohposhers it's almost 1am but I had to draw this scrungly little fuck /aff
Ft. some Clay-stomping. As a little treat.
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capn-twitchery · 25 days
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am i too late to the pinup trend? yes? too bad! woe, twitties be upon ye
less covered, better version below the cut
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(i was gonna try and put text on this like "wanna fuck the entire admiralty" but i couldn't get it to work. devastating.)
bonus even more naked version too because why not, i guess 😌
(eye horror below, just in case)
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total-drama-brainrot · 3 months
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Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, during the TDWT London Episode... What if Noah doesn't call the hidden Alejandro an eel, instead Alejandro and the other hidden Contestants saw Noah briefly showed his true insane colors to defeat the 'Ripper', with a big psychotic grin?... How would Alejandro feel about trying to bring up Noah's insane side, but Noah keeps denying it (and so does Owen, because Noah asked him to)? 😏
Psycho!Noah, under the assumption that he's alone with only Owen and the camera as his witnesses, going Full On Mania Mode on the Ripper? That's a fun thought.
I think, given the fact that he's on a Reality TV Show in the first place, this Noah would be upfront to the audience that he's... a little unhinged. Maybe he cracks a few jokes in the confessional (either during Island or World Tour) about his eccentricities, or maybe he really plays up the 'crazy' to paint himself as a wolf in sheep's clothing for the audience?
The second option there would probably work more in his favour, since him Just Being There would be a source of dramatic irony for the audience- something to keep people watching in anticipation, waiting for Noah's mask of mundanity to slip. He'd be 'good for ratings'.
I've decided that's the characterisation I'll go with. Psycho!Noah hides his true self from the contestants but, knowing that he'll be recorded 24/7, doesn't bother disguising himself for the audience- his nature will inevitably be exposed to them anyway, so why not cut out the middle man? At least this way, he gets the added pleasure of toying with the viewer's expectations.
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So, given the fact that the only people he thinks are seeing him are people already in the know, what's stopping Noah from letting loose a little?
Nothing. Nothing's stopping him.
He and Owen step onto the double decker bus, the larger teen tiptoeing almost timidly onto the vehicle in his trepidation, whilst Noah follows casually behind him. He's a little disappointed, truly; horror themed challenges would be so much more interesting if they were, y'know, scary.
Luckily for him, things soon get interesting.
The shadowed figure of the Ripper drops from the ceiling with a thud behind Noah, assumedly crouched down on all fours like some sort of beast though it's hard to tell behind the inky, billowing cloak they're wearing. The motion would've been too fast for someone less capable to properly react to. Thankfully, Noah is very capable.
He pivots in place, catching the surprisingly fast arms of the Ripper before their taller frame can grapple him in his own deceptively strong grip, then forcibly bends the figure's arms until a sickening crack resounds through the bus's interior. The Ripper cries out a raspy animalistic shriek of pain, their forearms hanging uselessly limp out in front of them at awkward angles, and the clattering of something hitting the floor draws Noah's attention downwards. A knife, the Ripper's weapon of choice, gleams threateningly on the ground under the weak moonlight, having slipped from their incapacitated hand.
Well. That's certainly interesting.
Easing up his iron grip on the figure's disfigured arms, the cynic gingerly bends down to swipe the knife from the floor, then straightens back up triumphantly as he brandishes his new found weapon.
"Noah?" Owen's meek voice echoes from behind him. The bookworm tilts his head towards the other, who's fear-blown gaze is fixated on the sharp object in his unstable friend's unpredictable clutches.
The Ripper, momentarily subdued, continues to whine and groan in pain beside him.
"What's up, bud?" He responds, voice conversationally light and airy- a stark contrast to the Ripper's agonised gargles.
"Is- is that a knife?" The larger asks in a wavering tone. Noah isn't sure if it's the fear of himself with a sharp object, or the frankly pathetic display from the figure beside him, that's causing his best friend's hesitance. But he knows Owen- the big lug is a hardy sort, he won't stay scared for long.
"Hmm," Noah hums playfully, toying with the weapon in his grip. Feeble beams of moonlight shine and shimmer from it's blade, illuminating their surroundings in spectres of milk light, "Yeah, I think it is. Good eye, big guy."
A moment of tense silence passes between the two (somewhat ruined by the Ripper's incessant snivelling), before Owen's face splits into a shaky smile.
"Do you want to, uh, maybe, put the knife down?" He suggests.
Noah shifts his focus back onto the tool in his grip, theatrically ruminating over his friend's suggestion as he raises his free hand to his chin in a pondering motion, whilst his piercing gaze subtly flickers around the bus to locate the nearest hidden camera. He spins the knife in his hand thoughtlessly as he searches, deftly twirling and weaving the blade between clever fingers, sending spirals of light dancing through the darkness of their enclosure.
Once he's spotted the tell-tale red blinking light of a recording camera, he careens his whole body to face it. His features soften into a serene smile, highlighted by trickles of pale moonlight, as he addresses the camera.
"No. Not really. It's quite pretty. Don't you think?"
Noah waits a heartbeat, keenly listening for a response that'll never come from the recording device, before his smile splits into something wider. Something that splinters around the edges of his face and crumbles through his mask of tranquillity, revealing glimpses of wild delirium through its cracks. Similarly, his amusement-crinkled eyes widen with mania, irises contracting into pinpricks of molasses against the white of his sclera.
"And wouldn't it look a lot prettier... in a different colour?" The pessimist halts the spinning of the knife with a flick of his wrist, letting the question simmer in the stale air of the bus.
The Ripper, having finally regained their bearings, stumbles to flee from the bus.
Well. That's not very interesting, is it?
In the blink of an eye, Noah is suddenly nose-to-mask with them, holding the blade millimetres from the figure's neck almost tauntingly as he traps them against the fogged over glass of the bus driver's window, "Red would look really pretty."
"Noah," Owen whines petulantly, "we're supposed to capture the Ripper, not kill him!" As if to punctuate his point, the blonde tugs at the edges of the burlap sack he's carrying, shooting an imploring look towards his little buddy.
"Oh, I forgot. Silly me!" Noah exclaims jovially, smacking at his sizable forehead with his free hand. The Ripper beneath him whimpers at the motion.
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In the First Class cabin, the majority of the Total Drama contestants stand gobsmacked at the display they just witnessed. Varying expressions of disturbance and fright are dotted across the crowd, and the more sensitive of the group have turned varying shades of nauseated green or horrified white.
"What the fuck?"
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brotherconstant · 10 months
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BEN DANIELS as BEL RIOSE in FOUNDATION "King and Commoner" (2.03)
So, you're gonna be at my side every minute, are you? Looking for the tread marks on my face. They're not on your face.
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askblueandviolet · 3 months
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Tú, alcalde. ¿Hablas español? Eso sería genial :D
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"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"
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skyafied · 1 year
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if you are still taking requests, could you draw heavy surrounded birds like a disney princes and medic looking lovingly from the distance
Hey anon how does it feel to have an absolutely massive brain, like just ginormous
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sun-stricken · 2 days
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Do you think Gray, Natsu , Erza and Wendy have accents like all came from different places and I headcanon Florian wasn’t any of their first languages so whenever they get emotional their accents come out and Lucy’s just like “ guys please I can’t understand what your sayin” but they can understand each other just fine.
Like that get ambushed on a mission and they all start swearing except only Lucy’s swearing in Fiorian and they get so angry after the missions complete and thier all complaining about it Lucy’s just completely lost because their accents are popping so hard.
i do think so actually
i mostly just played around with what their accents would sound like rather than what you asked, so sorry🙏
Almost no one outside of who she grew up extremely close with can understand Erza when her accent pops out. Erzas accent is a mash up of a bunch of different ones, being raised in the tower with a bunch of people from various linguistic backgrounds does that, you could not pin point where shes from originally from speaking alone. When her accent pops her words can go anywhere from a clear-cut and concise, to a rolling drawl, to fast and choppy, it will give you whiplash
Natsu and Wendys accents are harsh and makes their words slur together heavily, sounds like theyre short-cutting their words as much as possible. Its meant for fast speaking.
Wendys accent is a different dialect of the average Fiorian one, the rhythm/structure of it flows similarly, but the pronunciation of letters are fairly different. When her accent comes out, her words probably the easiest to make out since (after Grandeeney) she was technically raised in Fioré, although that isnt saying much when compared to the other three.
Natsu, now Natsus accent is practically unintelligible at best, by the time you process what one word was, hes already moved on to another sentence, he could not slow down if he tried. Even if hes speaking a language youre fluent in, if his accent breaks through it sounds like a different language altogether.
Grays accent is sharp and sounds a little awkward, it can make him trip up on his words since Florian languages are faster and the sounds are shorter and an Isvani accent will put stress in unneeded places and is more drawn out. His accent is very, indecisive? the way he says words will change depending on where in the sentence they are or how he uses them. very inconvenient for anyone trying to understand him.
All of this very inconvenient for Lucy. Her first language is Florian, she knows a couple different languages fluently but holy shit, she should’ve brought her flash cards with her when she ran away. Although none of them wouldve prepared her for this
Wendys accent is heavy when shes upset for any reason, while Lucy is okay at understanding her (even if the pace makes her dizzy sometimes) she absolutely cant whenever she cries. Or when shes yelling, or if shes doing anything actually, Lucy has to pay very close attention to understand
Natsus pops at any given time, no real reason, but its like he purposely uses it when hes cursing someone out, he thrives on their utter confusion. If Lucy thought Wendys pace was dizzying, Natsus makes her feel like shes in a tornado.
*Natsu and Lucy arguing and his accent comes out*
Lucy, nearing a breakdown: IDK WHAT THE HELL YOURE SAYING
Natsu, knowing exactly what hes doing: FUCK YOU
Lucy: FOR THE LOVE OF—PLEASE
they have fun🤗
Both Grays and Erzas come out mostly when they’re tired, during intense moments/emotions, or when they talk for a long time.
Lucy has given up on trying to understanding Erza, just sitting there in horrified facination as she successfully captured a part of every countries accent while also trying to use context clues because for some reason the others can understand her perfectly fine (so unfair)
Gray also sometimes uses his accent to confuse people, although he usually dabbles in the actual language than the just the accent cause its funnier that way. Lucy at this point has given up any sense of peace she’ll get to have ever, itll never happen around any of these fools
So far, Lucy thinks Wendys is the easiest to understand (which means its her favorite), Grays is the nicest to listen to (even if the sharpness of it makes it feel like hes about to yell), Erzas is the most confusing (literally what the fuck is it??), and Natsus pisses her off (she knows that mf uses it on purpose to make her confused)
Once they all started talking with their natural accent and Lucy thought she had a brain injury before staring blankly and wonder what her life has come to
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junixxoxo · 8 months
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drdttober day nine - chains
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