i’m watching a bunch of videos on how cats snuggle up with their owners for research and now i can’t stop myself

marinette napping menstrual pain away with her favorite kitty in the whole wide world dozing off on her chest or in her neck or next to her pillow

sometimes she’ll hug him when he’s in his demon form and he’ll just start purring so violently it feels like an earthquake on her cheek

huh. does his wardog (war-dog??? war dog????????) form like pets, too??? it’s always been in my head that chat’s wardog(????) form makes him uncomfortable to touch because his body (or lack of it) can’t understand it so well, but what if he did? or just hers? the equivalent of collecting tv static on your fingertips with the old tvs. maybe that’s what it feels like to be touched when in wardog(???????????) form? curled up kitty around his sleeping witch to protect her??? a kiss on his forehead would electrocute him. he would still purr though. WHAT DO HIS TOE BEANS LOOK LIKE, WOULD MARINETTE TOUCH THEM?? would he be uncomfortable??????? what if she has to cut his claws?? he complies all the time but what if he doesn’t once, what would happen?????

Watching the answer in progress video about algorithm and oh god that half of my yt feed

@ask-izi

The House Laurellete was, by no means, poor off. Their noble Estate was not located on any single planet, but a massive void station near the center of their perceived ‘territory’, consisted solely of the planets holding their mining operations. If one wanted metals or gems, the Laurelletes were good friends to have: that’s what Princeps Majoris Izi Melitana had been told.

And they were gracious, more than happy to discuss a deal, promising funding and materials for services to be rendered - how many noble houses could claim to have a Titan in their deck of allies? Lord and Lady Laurellete weren’t keen on passing up the opportunity, and what the Princeps was looking for wouldn’t be a blow to their funds or inventories by any means. 

The heiress, meanwhile, had been busying herself in her studio, painting the scene of The Inner Eye out amongst the void. She’d caught sight of it eclipsing the system’s distant sun, resulting with a brilliant halo around the impressive ship, and had been driven to commit it to canvas. She’d, perhaps, hoped to offer it as a gift to their new allies, but that day had yet to come.

Before ink could be put to paper, and the documents formalizing any allegiance had been signed, a tragedy struck that sent the Estate into lockdown. The Lord and Lady had been killed within their home, spiraling the family into confusion and disrupting business. Events were canceled, visits were postponed, and the Estate was scoured for any trace as to who was to blame. Silence was the answer.

The Laurellete siblings - Clementiya’s aunts and uncles - found themselves having to make decisions regarding the family, as the heiress had yet to satisfy the terms of her inheritance. She would find herself sent to stay with one of her uncles, Orswain Laurellete, in some effort to protect her from the still-absent mystery assassin, as he fondly boasted about the security of his planetside fortifications.

But such was their unease that one of the other siblings would reach out personally to Princeps Majoris Izi Melitana. Gralan Laurellete would promise the family would honor the already-negotiated deal, should the commander and his Titan ensure the safety of the heiress. Perhaps they were worried about nothing, but communications with Orswain had gone unresponded to. The man was an alcoholic, so it wasn’t out of character for him to be neglectful about remembering to communicate, but the presence of a Titan would make the rest of the family feel all the more secure. Just in case. Capitan Valile, one of the heads of security for the Estate, would deign to join the commander in the proposed task. She intended to give the man some insight into how the family tended to function - and make sure he'd be respectful of the heiress if he needed any reminders.

It was more a moon, than a world, that the Princeps would find himself heading for. Light atmosphere, just enough for breathing, but something about the air stank like rot as it stung the eyes. A lone fortress was indeed found among the jagged, mountainous surface of the planetoid, carved into the stone and reinforced with thick metal. Orswain clearly wasn’t keen on having any uninvited guests.

How do you write "enter the city of fire" in Akkadian?

Hello! I don't speak Akkadian, so sadly can't answer your question. I can tell you how to translate this phrase in Sumerian, though!

The verb kur 𒆭 "to enter" in Sumerian is a semi-irregular one, with three different forms depending on tense and number. In this case, it would be kuku 𒆭𒆭 as the singular root and sun 𒁔 as the plural root, both in the present tense, as hekukun 𒃶𒆭𒆭𒌦 "may you enter" and hesunenzen 𒃶𒁔𒂗𒍢𒂗 "may you (plural) enter".

"City" is uru 𒍍, and "fire" is izi 𒉈, so "city of fire" would be uruizi, becoming uruizika 𒍍𒉈𒅗 "in(to) the city of fire".

So together, "enter the city of fire" would be uruizika hekukun 𒍍𒉈𒅗 𒃶𒆭𒆭𒌦 when speaking to one person, and uruizika hesunenzen 𒍍𒉈𒅗 𒃶𒁔𒂗𒍢𒂗 when speaking to more than one.

If anyone more familiar with Akkadian would like to attempt a translation in that language, please reblog and do so!

izi's Random Movie Reviews

Orion and the Dark, dir. Sean Charmatz

This post contains spoilers.

"The film was aware in itself that it wouldn't solve any problems kids have with being scared of the dark, but it does provide an excellent opportunity for conversations to be had..."

Dreamworks once again makes a fantastic approach to a children's book to develop the story into a complex configuration of environments and characters. The art style and direction were all around charming through and through. Tackling visual elements of light and dark seems easy in concept to depict the differences between them. Still, even within darkness and light, there are variations within each of them, and I think the visuals captured that well. The other entities were also quite charming, but I wish we had some more examples of them working together through the night. They claim to be friends but I didn't pass the impression of their relationship as just coworkers.

Throughout the film, the characters explain this as a "complex story" and that for sure is what it is. The film was aware in itself that it wouldn't solve any problems kids have with being scared of the dark, but it does provide an excellent opportunity for conversations to be had and questions to be made between parent and child. The film was kind of all over the place, but with the (pleasantly surprising) reveal of it being a story between three generations of family, it made more sense as a story coming together.

My biggest gripe with this film which I've been noticing with a lot of children's media lately, is that it is expected of the kid to have all of the answers. Hypatia in this film is a very self-aware child, and while being able to question things around oneself can be seen as a positive, it not always is. I think adults need to take better opportunities to listen to our younger generations but that doesn't mean we have to expect the world of them.

(That being said, I guess if Hypatia in the film was looking for some sort of answer rather than hearing a nice story from her dad, her father would provide it in some form of light, instead of letting her decide the continuation of the story)

I hope that this film encourages more conversations between adults and children about figuring the world out together. No one has all the answers, and sometimes we are scared of things, but that can be a great thing.

6/10

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Nubbins: Hey....you.😀 *He doesn't knows her name and his wife wasn't very helpful when it comes to this* Why do you look like this? Is one of your parents a guinea pig or something? *Oh god forgive him! He simply don't knows how to act like a decent human being.😅* I mean you're all.... hairy. That's weird. *And now he pulls his camera out* Anyway, can I take a picture of you? *He's not waiting for an answer. He just does it. Sorry Izi.😅*

"OK WEIRDO, WHAT WERE BOTH OF YOUR PARENTS MORONS!?" sniff sniff

"holy shit you absolutely reek, when was the last time you bathed?? you smell like rotten meat and shit. and dont point whatever weird device you've got there at me, has your stink all over it"

Harry answering louis' call 😩💗

(a meia na cor Louis blue e com o L izi)

2023 Miraculous Ladybug Big Bang - Meet the Mods

The ML Big Bang is a yearly challenge, where writers, betas, and artists collaborate to make new fanfiction and accompanying artworks for the whole fandom to enjoy. But who is behind the scenes, coordinating this event?

We’re five Miraculous fans, some older and some newer to this event, but no less excited to bring you a smoothly running creation period. 

Our Discord mods are Angel (@aoyagiworld), Izy (@fragileizy), and Sunny (@sunfoxfic), who will be your first point of contact during the event. They are mainly responsible for coordinating and keeping in touch with the contributors, as well as conducting the general organizational tasks of the event, so don’t be afraid to reach out to them if you have a problem or question!

Our Social Media mod is Mia (@miabrown007), our head-mod. She's in charge of our social media presence and runs our Tumblr and Instagram. If you send us an ask you’re most likely to get an answer from her. 

Our Graphic mod is Ishi (@acairune) whose main responsibility is coming up with the event’s design, and creating graphics for our different platforms.

We’re all really excited to bring this year’s event to life, and hope you all will have a great time creating with us! If you have any questions about the event, feel free to reach out, we’re always happy to answer!

For more information: Schedule || F.A.Q. || Rules

closed starter for @isolctions

you up? yeah. you hungry? yeah.

it wasn't always at the same time of day, but it was always the same diner. the same booth. izi swore these were the best fries in the city, and avery would follow her wherever she went. they would order a rotation of the same three things with extra fries to share. tonight was no different. he still let izi beat him to the side of the booth that faced the door. he got a coke and a double cheeseburger. they played catch up. she met someone. he met someone. something strange happened over the weekend, and now her someone wouldn't stop calling. her phone even buzzed at the table. "he's in love with you, izi," avery answered her question before she even asked it. there wasn't a shred of doubt. "trust me." he should know.

okayokayokayokay i know he has one scene but to honour your pfp tell me about catwalker— some of these questions ask things that are non applicable, so let's just pretend, right, that catwalker had more than 12 minutes of screentime :D

25, 26, and 16 plz

∠( :3 」∠)＿

so I thought of this headcanon today, remembered I had this ask in my drafts, and considering I am on a high octane ladywalker kick rn, I thought this would be a good exercise before writing. is it a faux pas to answer a months-old ask like this. I hope you can forgive me if so!!!

izy I'd lay down my life for you tbh you're so sweet. thank you for indulging me hehe

when do you think they acted the most ooc

I'd say anytime they let their emotions, especially jealousy or depression, get in the way of being what Ladybug needs. so lets say: when he becomes a little too comfortable and begins to let his chat-like romanticism through

when do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

on a joking note: when he rolls around on the grass to attract the attention of kuro neko

on a srs note: definitely when they have their final talk in kuro neko <3 <3 my beloved

a childhood headcanon:

the steadfast tin soldier was their (second if you count the fact emilie told him about chat noir) favorite fairytale and they looooooved the pictures. something about the "imperfections" in both of the soldier and their ballerina lover, the inexplicable fate of their meetings, and let's just consider the following wording: "a wind blows the ballerina into the fire with him; she is consumed by it." do u see my ladywalker vision here

do you dare me to add anal into 4am even though it's their first time having heat sex

sometimes it’s fun to like look over to see and try to write my mim because i write them, marie and izy to be a collective’s definition of “pretty” like, yes, the game’s new poster girl has to look good and get called pretty by everybody and get mistaken for the protagonist’s new girlfriend that the first supposed love interest (rise) would love to strangle her to death whenever she sees her right next to him. so by extension, would that mean that the other aspect of herself born from the same directive to “walk with man” be as attractive as herself? that the whole she once was was considered a beauty by the people because they wanted a nice looking woman to take care of them as per their vague collective idea of the figure of myth Izanami herself before she was burned to death by her son, a literal living flame?

where i joke around that the shopping district wouldn’t be in so much of an economic depression if the gas station attendant all the way at the south entrance would show his face once in a while to direct some foot traffic back into the district. that schoolgirls would go there after school just to look through the window and hope to see a pretty man than an old couple at the register. that housewives would make excuses to leave the house just to fawn over and share gossip with the young man doing oil checks on their sons' cars and push their children over and ask why can’t they be more like this guy. that boys and other young men would get jealous of the lady magnet at some wacko gas station in the middle of nowhere when these same people would fall to their knees at his natural charm and amiability, for his courtesy and humor that it’s so easy to be comfortable around him and fall in love with, even

but all that’s out there is just cicadas chirping and stray cats and dogs about. Crows on trashcans and a rumored fox on the loose. That the streets are quiet as the traffic flows normally at each end of the district, instead. That shutters adorn the shop fronts with signs and notices taped up front, its text and ink washed away from the rain and faded from the sunlight. The kind and soft spoken young man, now a humble old grandpa only sits next to his wife who was once an upbeat young woman with a toolbox, now an upbeat old grandma with an artificial hip; her toolbox kept in the breakroom. That is, if they’re not out and about enjoying the rest of the fresh Inaba air away from their own station. It’s self service, you see, the people will do just fine.

All that they know is of the handsome gray haired young man with a uniform, that they never really had manufactured themselves, has been helping out, where the two are leaving behind paychecks with small handmade snacks at the end of the day. The opening was taken quite quickly, despite the small and humble hand-written note they left on the bulletin board.

Not of the god that stands underneath their canopy with the paint peeling off, its lights in the sign that burst and those that don’t even turn on anymore, who watches the rain fall or the people pass by. Who spreads rumors and gossip, and asks questions and get no answers. That the lies they’ve said lingers in people’s minds better than the being made of mist held up by the desire to hide the truth.

That only a sad lonely man who experienced loss can sense a deeper loneliness in this one’s eyes. or is it the choice of solitude? That a boy growing up too fast wonders why this guy's eyes have a sort of artificial light under it. or is it the attendant work? That the man who believes he has nothing nor can achieve anything is so mad at why this idiot won’t reach out for the opportunities right in front of him? Why this man born with everything won’t accept anything? Let the beauty he’s born with take him places better than the nowheresville for mess-ups. Let him be fawned over, let people cheer his name, let his face be known everywhere, let him be loved by everyone.

But he wants to be forgotten, be called no name, his face never anywhere nor loved by anyone. That out of every single lie she can craft there, is no escaping the truth of who she was once before. That she detests the adoration for who she once was, the name she once had, the face she has now and the love she drives away. She would rather tear her face off and walk with nothing to be seen, only with a body made of mist that the light could pierce and dissipate. But then she could not accomplish her life’s duty.

There is no meaning in bonds, and she is here to do her job, the one she could not do once before, the reason why she was taken apart and polished once more to complete a duty that was once deemed unsatisfactory. And she will do it right this time. She knows what’s best for mankind.

Was it a matter of pride? envy? fear? She might have forgotten, or never really knew.

author’s translation note here also under cut because i'd figure i'd snip it here for now. sorry it got narrative anyway where was i

OKAY in my written canon i want izy, marie and mim to be like, really pretty. all the npcs would be like "wow that guy’s cute." that mim could try to walk up to a bargain bin to stop housewives from fighting, and these women would just be offering their children’s hands in marriage then fight over that instead yknow. that adachi would call them prettyboy all monotone because this idiot’s just a moron with no smarts. except i’m a bit embarrassed to talk about this since up i have to provide visualization and offer photographic evidence as an artist then i get disillusioned because i don’t have the skill for it but when i do get something right there’s just this huge huge wave of euphoria it is CRAZY !!! like I need YOU to like them and think they're pretty. but since I can't do that I just draw goofy :3 all the time as I succumb to my SKILLESSNESS!!

adachis mad at this guy since he’s so pretty and has this natural charm that could get anyone to like him and this boundless curiosity and enthusiasm for things could get him anywhere, but like——he’s not going anywhere!!! this guy could’ve been scouted as a model or what. or when he was in high school, he had a billion love letters in his shoe locker, or was taken to the back of the school so much that there was a line of girls with their own confessions before getting rejected ,probably. this man knows how to cook, darn socks, tie ties, and get limescale out of car windows that this poor bitchless detective wonders how he isn't married yet. even nanako said so. in fact, adachis’s the one being babied like there’s a mother with no son (this is part of the stupid social experiment too. sorry) . this employee just can’t stop helping people. attending to them. like that’s what he’s born to do. which is also quite literal as a god born from a collective that wanted someone to watch over them and keep them safe and born from a mother figure from a creation myth well known. anyway adachis mad because hes 1) bitchless 2) (adachi voice) "this guy is also bitchless but the opportunity to have bitches could be easy for him but hes not taking that chance when i didnt have the chance in the first place so this is a mockery against me and what i've been born with compared to him" <- bullshit analogy sorry for that. anyway /recites the 'magic ticket called talent' monologue and im pulled off stage with a shepherd's cane/

while these three take the attendant for a pretty normal guy, spending more time with him and connecting some dots makes him seem pretty messed up. Like, this guy only works at the gas station on rainy days and says shit like “i’m doing what’s best for my home” and like, are you doing community work when it’s not raining, or what? This guy has no other guys that come up to him when he’s working and doesn’t have a lot of plans after working either, like he could STILL keep working the night shift and see five nights at freddys and he’ll be fine probably.

That he only talks about Inaba and gossip and rumors and chismis but never about himself. Avoiding topics of his own family and just asking so much other questions. Does he have any other friends or anything? Which isn't his kid coworker, or the ex politician who takes detours to this station specifically to talk to one guy who doesn’t ostracize him for the affair, or the detective who feels like he has the responsibility to babysit a grown man who shouldn’t have gotten the job that involves using a gas pump when he didn’t know how to operate a gas pump? that, like, he doesn’t know shit in Junes but knows the rest of the place like the back of his hand . like. is this guy living in the past? was his upbringing so old fashioned that he doesn’t know how to shop in mall? or use a flip phone? he has a PAGER for shit. When he’s related to this one woman and he steers the conversation away and cover his face more with his hat, does he have mommy issues or something?

then there’s the issue that mim hates their past self so much that like. they wiped everyone’s memories of such a nice lady and made it as if she never existed and stuff. But there’s like old people who still kinda remember her and relate mim to her that they’d go crazy and go outside and uproot a tree probably and rip their own face off. like, out of everything they can change about themself, they still hold the face of who they once were and it makes them so irritated because THEY DONT LIKE WHO THEY WERE BEFORE !!!! if humans tore them apart and made a new god to do the same work, then the last person on the job did TERRIBLY !!! and mim HATES HER GUTS !!! and literally said "I CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT BITCH !!!!!" but then they reconnect with human culture and relate their situation to a mother and child kind of thing, letting them separate themself from their past on one degree(? tier? level?) and see the situation from there, and it gets pretttty wacky. Old people who kinda remember izy also relate marie to her somewhat. like your relatives at reunions when they say you look like your aunt but you can’t see the connection until you look at baby pictures in the family albums or something

holy fuck am i having issues just texting my cousins. i can't do this. what is with this bout of hesitation? i couldn't speak to my professor today at all today, either, i was so shy, and then i'm trying my hardest to reply to my cousins but i can't hit send.

what's going on, izy? why can't you get through the door?

your professor has never been mean to anyone; just today someone said they're not comfortable answering a question after he called on them, and he said "that's okay, i'll do it, no problem!" without any hesitation at all. how come you couldn't talk to him about extra credit? why were you worried?

your cousins have never ever treated you badly, they love you, they plan whole trips back home to see you because they don't get to see you often (if ever), why are you so shy? what has you so scared? work through this with me, izy, come on. don't close up, you can do this

bones and— shit i’ve immediately forgot the second one. jesus. the screen popped up to send an ask and i forgot my answer.

bones and…. and….

OH

SPACE

i do not know your beverage tastes but i trust you enough to know they’re baller. would let you pick drinks for me 1000%

Izy

My love. My absolute babe

I'm pretty sure i'm taller than you😂😂😂

BUT YOU KNOW ME SO WELL I HAVE SO MANY PICTURES WITH PRETTY CROWS ON MY PHONE AND I DO COLLECT AMAZING STUFF AND I DO HAVE AMAZING TASTE IN BEVERAGES IF I SAY SO MYSELF LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOO💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

What's "Their Beginning's End" about? If you're okay with answering, that is. Referring to the titles post ^^

It's a Legend of Zelda (Majora's Mask) fanfic with Kafei, Anju, and a character name Izie. I have yet to finish it. Lol. :)

Some of the titles on that list are not BBS related.

Hi Izi.🙂

May I ask you ❌ & 🥺?

Also, I'm so sorry for my husband's behaviour.😟 He's such an idiot. I hope you don't take any of the things he said to heart and I hope you're gonna have fun with the takeover.🙂

❌️- what's something you and s/i disagree on? is it anything big, or is it inconsequential? -

"yeah he is a weirdo and likes vegetables especially mushrooms and onions! There so disgusting and every time he tells me they are good i tell him he is wrong." 🥺 - if you knew today would be the last day you spoke to s/i, what would you say to them? -

"i uh..i dont like thinking about stuff like that. dont ask me stuff like that, im not answering that"

"and why should i care about some weird smelly freak and what he says or thinks?"