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unfortunatebrainfarts · 2 months

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After working with your friendly neighborhood intergalactic space cowboy for quite some time, you've managed to become pretty damn good at understanding the gist of what he means to say

Boothill x reader

A/n: OK SO, first fanfic in like 6 years and it's for an intergalactic space cowboy

Tbh I have no idea why I wrote this, my ipad apps are constantly monitored by the teacher and I really have nothing better to do than go on my notes app and pretend I'm writing notes

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY = I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED BY THE IPC AND ROLL IN YOUR OWN DEBT AND SUFFERING (or something like that)

BLESS YOUR HEART = FUCK YOU

PRAY FOR ME = FUCK ME

LOVELY = FUCK

YOU WONDERFUL PERSON = YOU BITCH

Well ain't you just a sweetheart? = Well you're just a little bitchboy aren'tcha?

God love him = He was fuckin' underdeveloped as a fetus wasn't he (Something along the lines of 'he's dumb as shit')

"Hm. Seems about right."

To others, your furrowed brows, tense posture, and concentrated gaze at just one singular page of your notebook may make it seem as if whatever was on that page was something life changing. And honestly, they might as well have been right since you were one step closer to understanding what the hell Boothill was spitting out more than half the time.

You recall the first time you were assigned a mission with him — "BLESS YOUR HEART YOU WONDERFUL PERSON," cue you snapping your head towards the gruff voice seeing the cowboy in all his glory easily decimating the dozens of grunts in his vicinity with a toothy grin no less, which you note are very, very sharp.

His long, flowy hair caught your attention. How was it so white and clean even with all the fights you know gets into? Does it ever get yanked? What shampoo does he use?

"Now I don' mind some ooglin', but wouldn't ya say we should keep our eyes on our enemies darlin'?"

His voice snaps you out of your trance and you come to to a shovel nearing your head. You instinctively cover your face with your hands anticipating the pain, the pain which never came since when you put them down, you see that Boohill had already left a bullet in his head.

"Spacin' out at a space cowboy? Ain't that rich."

Ignoring the fact that he saved you from having to get facial reconstruction surgery, the reason you almost got a face full of shovel in the first place was because of the ridiculous curse on his synesthesia beacon.

That's why you've been devoted to trying to decode the albeit hilarious, rather inconvenient in a battle things he says. You've tried asking Boothill to write them down, but his handwriting could have him assigned as a doctor in no time so you gave up on that idea quite quickly.

"Whatcha starin' at so intently darlin'?

Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the man of the hour mindlessly snatching your notebook right out of your hands. "Aren't you supposed to stop thieves, not act like one," you ask half heartedly. It was nothing less of what you'd expect from Boothill of all people — no, cyborgs??

"Heh, this ain't thievery 's sharin'! Er, what's that one sayin' again... share to care, care to share, sharin' to carin'? Eh whatever ya get what I mean don'tcha sugar?" He retorted, you roll your eyes mentally as he put his focus back onto the notebook. To be honest you were surprised he could even read considering his handwriting was that bad.

As Boothill read each and every one of your 'translations', his grin only grew wider and wider showing the spiky teeth you don't know how are natural but have grown accustomed to seeing. Just then, a burst of unhinged laughter randomly filled the entire lounge room you were sitting in. The weird glances and whispering were already starting but Boothill didn't care, he was Boothill.

Not wanting to be associated with the man at that very moment, you stand up to leave him comically rolling on the floor. However, you couldn't even do that because the moment you stood up, Boothill snatched your leg and dragged it so that you would fall back down. This time, onto the floor with him. "Well ain't you something sweetcheeks, ya got me alll figured out huh?" .

It's been two months. Ever since Boothill realized that you had actually tried to figure out the true meaning behind his words — and actually got them relatively right — he's been using you to spew out insults overtime. Honestly it was like you had become a pokemon, you could just picture it in your head.

BOOTHILL BROUGHT OUT ____

____ USED SWEAR! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE

Either way, it wasn't that bad since though you might be imagining things, it feels as if you've grown ever so slightly closer to the eccentric space cowboy.

You continue to observe boothill and add more and more onto your list of translations, but apparently you fail to notice that he no longer uses any casual pet names like 'darling' or 'sweetcheeks' anymore. At least, not for anyone but you.

#I'm actually gonna krill myself😭#please ignore any mistakes or awkward parts I wrote this in 30 minutes #you can tell I can't write any southern stuff I literally had to search up 'cowboy insults' and 'how to speak like a cowboy'#li actually writes🤯#boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/mlwriting5/712087716240801792/warren-and-camila-speaking-spanish-to-each-other

OMG WAIT-

OKOK concept!

(This kinda goes with your warren with bassist!reader story!!)

The reader learning spanish from cami or warren's mother or grandmother and recites her vows for him IN SPANISH !!!! 💗💗

(That story made me soft ~ and I cant get it out of my head 💗💗)

The Language of Love

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hi anon! i hope i ended up doing ur request justice cause it has potentially been one of my favorite things i have ever written. i may be biased cause i got to practice my spanish lol. also if anyone is a native spanish speaker ik that my grammar is like potentially off cause i haven't written much in spanish since i moved to the uk. hope you enjoy :) oh! and random fact but i actually have the vows written in the way they are described in my planning book cause i wanted to make sure i had an accurate enough translation (fuck google translate) 💗

tw: kissing, swearing, christian weddings (??), potentially butchered spanish grammar, mentions of sex

description: wedding vows are some of the most important parts of the wedding ceremony. they represent love, devotion and companionship.

Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): I always knew I wanted to be a bassist. It became ingrained in my soul when I was 13. That meant that most of the time I should have spent studying was instead used for learning and practicing bass lines. And as you can see it paid off. But that also meant I didn’t listen in Spanish class, so when I desperately needed to know it I didn’t have any idea what I was doing.

Your groaning could probably be heard across the country. You were sitting under one of the many trees that littered Cami and Billy’s backyard. An Oxford English to Spanish dictionary laid open on your lap as you fruitlessly tried to find the correct word for what you were looking for.

Who knew that the Spanish language held so many different versions for every single word? You set down the notepad defeated. On one side laid written in neat handwriting the vows you had been planning for the wedding in English. On the other side was an amalgamation of Spanish words that you weren’t even sure made sense when you linked them together.

Why the hell were there so many conjunctions?

“Hey sweetheart. How is it going?” Cami asked as she set down a jug of iced tea. Julia was playing with soil on one side of the garden and was basically engulfed in her own little world.

Today was one of the ‘writing days’ as the rest of the band had dubbed them because Daisy and Billy basically disappeared to do god knows what and somehow came back with another masterpiece of a song. So that left the rest of the band with nothing to do.

You had come to see Cami because she was the only other person that you knew well enough that spoke Spanish and could trust with something as delicate as this.

“Shitty. What do you expect?”

“Hey! Auntie Y/N said a bad word.” Jules said as she looked up from her playing, making you burst out laughing at her overly serious expression.

“Sorry honey.” You said between slightly frustrated laughter.

“Here let me see what you have so far.” You passed over your mangled notebook to Cami and watched with growing anxiety as her eyebrows were pulled further and further together before she let out a small laugh.

“Hey! Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Oh god. I’m going to fu- screw this up so badly aren’t I?”

“No. I’m not letting that happen. Let’s start fresh okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Over the course of the afternoon, you basically ended up butchering one of the most beautiful languages multiple times. Even Julia, a toddler, was basically cringing away at your horrendous pronunciation.

“Okay let’s try this part again. Pu-”

“Pu-”

“Die-”

“Rrra.”

“All together now. Puudierra.”

“Pudeta.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m hopeless.”

“Ok maybe you’re a little hopeless.”

“CAMI!” You let out an outraged yell and then threw one of the outdoor pillows in her face, which only made her laugh even louder.

Over the next month, you basically had a daily session with Cami. Trying to nail down the perfect rolled r’s and getting the pronunciation perfect. Sometimes you did it on the phone and sometimes you were able to go down to their house. Warren was actively getting suspicious as to why you kept disappearing.

Warren: I honestly thought she was cheating or something. Which basically broke my heart in two but then I decided to be a mature adult about it.

Y/N: He asked me about it, yeah. And I'm incredibly shitty at keeping secrets so I basically just said it was a surprise for the wedding. I to this day think he thought it was probably a sex thing.

Warren: Definitely thought it was a sex thing but… I think what I ended up getting was arguably much better.

You clutched onto your father’s arm like it was a lifeboat. Quickly reciting all the lines in your head as you took a deep, steadying breath. Then you were suddenly standing in front of Warren, the big sap, cause you could definitely see some tears in his eyes. That instantly made you feel better as you listened to the priest recite all of the usual wedding prayers.

Warren’s suit-covered arm under your fingertips was definitely easing the tension that had been building during the last few revision lessons with Cami. You had decided to forgo a huge wedding and so all of your close friends (the band mostly) and relatives were all sitting on chairs on the houseboat.

Then it was time for the vows. Somehow you were saved because Warren decided to go first.

“Y/N L/N. You are the love of my life and my entire world. These years that I have spent with you have been the best of my life and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. You hold some much love and talent that I can’t believe I have been lucky enough to call my girlfriend, my fiance and now my wife. I knew I wanted to marry you the second that I saw you. I love you, mi corazón (my heart). Thank you for agreeing to come along for the ride.”

You took a deep breath in and tried to will away the tears of pure happiness in your eyes. Warren sent you a lovesick smile that you returned wholeheartedly.

“Warren Rojas. Tu eres el amor de mi vida. Y ojalá no voy a arruinar tu hermosa lengua, pero quería hacer algo para ti en este día tan importante. Tu eres mi fuego. Tu eres mi alma. No puedo imaginar una vida sin ti. Creo que yo no pudiera vivir si tu hubieras a desaparecer ahorita. Una vez tu me dijiste que todos somos estrellas. Nuestras almas se convierten en esas luces en el cielo después de nuestras muertes. Lo encuentro loco que yo te encuentre en este océano de estrellas. Tu eres mi estrella brillante. Mi amor por ti es tan grande que todas las estrellas en el cielo ni siquiera se pueden comparar. Estoy tan feliz por casarme contigo. No puedo esperar para todas las aventuras del futuro y para que finalmente te pueda llamar mi marido.”

(Warren Rojas. You are the love of my life. And I’m hoping that I don’t mess up your beautiful language, but I wanted to do something for you on this important day. You are my fire. You are my soul. I can’t imagine a life without you. I think that I would not be able to live if you were to disappear right now. One time you told me that we are all stars. That our souls are converted into the lights in the sky after our deaths. I find it crazy that I was able to find you in this ocean of stars. You are my brightest star. My love for you is so large that all of the stars in the sky couldn’t even compare. I am so happy to be able to marry you. I can’t wait for all our future adventures and being able to finally call you my husband.)

Warren looked at you with tears in his eyes and with the greatest smile on his face that you almost didn’t notice when the priest said you were allowed to kiss. You were sure you had messed up a large amount of the words and the pronunciation but it was all worth it to see that look in his eyes when he finally kissed you.

A kiss to seal your future together.

i missed writing for warren so hopefully will be writing much more for him

oh! and if you understood the minor reference to that oscar isaac and pedro pascal interview in the title i officially adore you.

taglist: @yesshewrites1 @pinkdaiisies

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josefavomjaaga · 1 month

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(Sorry to bother folks with yet another non-art post about non-popular guys but I was so excited to find this I just have to tell somebody!)

The "Revue du Rhin" from September 1937 published a letter from Eugène de Beauharnais and another from Jérôme Bonaparte to Eugène. And the letter scribbled written by Eugène is the earliest I've come across so far - his dad is still alive at that point and still at the head of the army (while he has already failed to defend Mainz).

The letter is directed at one Louis Apffel, an obviously somewhat older friend, as he seems to be already with the army. It's undated, but the recipient has noted on top that he believes to have received it in August 1793, which would fit the events mentioned in the letter. The translation, including random capitalization and lack of punctuation, reads:

- Dear Friend, I saw with pleasure that you have already made a campaign but I would have had much more Pleasure to learn that Mayence was not under the power of the Austrians, bad news one says in Strasbourg that my papa is in Wissembourg that the army of Ferrière is surrounded and the vanguard of Houchard is also surrounded a letter of Macé says that we had 2 hundred men killed in Vorth is of the number tetrel is wounded, the republic should sound the tocsin of legality and each citizen would put himself under arms would acquire glory and the trade which since the revolution was destroyed would come back more beautiful - Chairoux, henrion and Lestranges will write to you when they have time. Monsieur Rivage told me that I would be going to see my papa during the holidays. Adieu a thousand times, love me as much as I love you Beauharnais

Eugène at this point is 11 years old, and as the article states, him talking about events in the war in such detail and especially him considering the effects on trade are somewhat strange for a boy his age. What Eugène obviously does not suspect yet is the consequences the loss of Mayence would have for his father, who would soon leave the army and try to make himself forgotten, before being arrested and, not quite a year after Eugène wrote this letter, executed.

The article continues to describe Alexandre de Beauharnais' military record in not exactly flattering terms 😋 and to identify the generals, classmates and teachers Eugène mentions.

The second letter is one of recommendation, written four years later, in 1797, by Jérôme, most likely for the same Louis Apffel who had come to visit his former classmate in his college of Saint-Germain (probably in order to get in contact with Eugène's new stepfather), only to learn that Eugène three months earlier had left for Italy as general Bonaparte's aide-de-camp. Apparently he was going to follow him there and wanted to make sure he would be allowed to approach the general's family.

And if you thought Eugène's handwriting was bad, here's Jérôme:

Translation:

My dear Eugène One of your close friends, as he tells me, came expressly to St. Germain to see you, but on learning that you had left 3 months ago for Italy, they asked me for a letter for you, fearing that they would not be able to see you. In the name of your friend I gave him a letter and would have given him everything I hold dearest in this capacity. Farewell, I embrace you and I am your faithful friend. Jérôme Buonaparte -

I like how Jérôme is obviously not stupid (your friend "as he tells me" - who however doesn't know your whereabouts). And as he speaks of several people who wanted to get in touch with Eugène, now that Eugène was the stepson of the most famous army general, I wonder if this may have been the whole family of Louis Apffel, trying to take advantage of the fact their son had once been in school with Eugène.

#napoleon's family #eugene de beauharnais #jerome bonaparte

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kuuwo · 4 months

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WIP Fake Wednesday

@unknownhomosapien tagged me but I’m the worse person to ask for wips because a lot of them are very messy

Some I don’t really want to show because I feel proud of them and should be posted like a surprise thing, others are so bad I don’t know what I drew💀

These are the ok ones maybe will finish them some day

This one is the song I said last time that I imagine them at the beach holding hand like afterlife feeling The lyrics translate to:

Would you mind, would you mind if I pretended we were back at this beach?

I always imagine them when I listen to the song😔 it’s just sound sorrowful but elegant

This next one on the top right is also inspired by same band (I listened to them too much it became an addiction) it’s just them on a boat in this mood(by Bernie fuchs)

trying to make it intimate 🫶 here is the song lyrics translation because my handwriting bad:

In the morning we imagine a boat

One day, yes, one day, we’ll take a trip on it

Front and back

The surface of the water and the sky are side by side

Front and back

I turn into a flying fish who gazes at the morning sun, amused

the rest of the page is just me drawing nerevar’s face and some voryn’s too

The body study started from that page too X)

This is where I draw nerevar blushing because I needed it on my book, it’s always in my head I want it out of my brain👹 it took a couple try, gonna draw more because still not satisfied. (I drew too many nerevar where is Voryn appreciation)

I always have this idea of them being the opposite, for this blushing instance Voryn blushes when he is with nerevar in the public and nervar blushes more when in private with Voryn, it’s fun to play with contrast

This is just me being heehee hoohoo this is happening in my head I want to see it

Lyrics Credit:

I lazy to tag ppl 🧍‍♂️

Thx for coming to my ted talk about nerevoryn

#this is a whole ass presentation #nerevoryn

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dullard · 16 days

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Ah dang, hope I'm not too late for this cool event! I have some questions for my love sire Siamonte :3

2, 9, 10, 17 (I know u have another oc sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo >: ) ), 18, 23, 30, 31, 36, 38, 43, 46

*waiting impatiently*

hehehe love sire. also youre not too late :)

Also, I'm impulsive, and you mentioned you know I have another OC... I'll answer these for Averhart as well >:)

Before we get started, here is Averhart:

I made this image to be posted with Siamont, then got too shy, lol. The text on the image is below so anyone can translate it or if my handwriting is bad:

(Arrow pointing to the in-game screenshot) "in-game" Averhart Yrsalla -Feca, Protector role in his guild. -Weak muscles, gets sick often. Worse vision than most, so he's always squinting, even with the thickest glasses available. -When adventuring, he uses a wheelchair because he tires quickly and needs to sit often. -Grew up in Bonta, but lives in Astrub in a guild hall.

Okay now for questions

2. How does the public view them? (Doesn't have to be anything major, it could be classmates, friends, strangers in the park, etc.)

Siamont: Fairly big for an ecaflip, lot of fur. If he's with children, he seems well-suited to it. If he isn't, his resting face is really tough and he seems like someone you might want to avoid unless you talk to him (then he'll smile, but he won't respond). People tend to think he's weird at first because he doesn't talk. Other ecaflips tend to notice his missing tail, also.

The wider public thinks he's kind, probably. A lot of people trust him very much, and though he's not seen off the island the orphanage is on all that often (generally, once or twice a week to get supplies) he does have a lot of people who know who he is and who he knows, vaguely, but not closely.

A lot of parents are very grateful to him for finding their children and taking care of them until they could be reunited - If they have extra things like food or fabric or furniture, these people usually donate them. A lot of parents who lost children appreciate that he brings children matching their description to them to see if it's the right child (although many accept that their children are dead, and ask him to stop)

BEFORE the wave, he was usually just A Random Fisherman, but the orphans loose in town (I think street urchins are not uncommon in the capital of Sufokia) knew he was a "sucker" and would cook and give you some of his catch if you looked hungry.

Averhart: This guy looks weak he looks like hes about to fall over and he's really, really skinny and pale. Are we sure this is who we want to hire...?

New people in the guild (and his guild, before he joined) tend to think the same thing before they get to know him.

9. What emotion does your character feel most frequently?

Siamont: Overwhelmed. He runs on autopilot most of the time until he's Kind Of Alone (at night, when the young children are asleep and its just him and the older children doing chores) and he feels tired. It's important work, and he loves it, but he sometimes thinks he won't be able to do it forever.

Averhart: Excitement, now that he's adventuring! He didn't see almost any of the world until he... We could say "left home" (without permission. He's plenty old to be adventuring though.) He writes letters to his mother and at least one other person and they're filled with excitement about things he's seeing, accomplishments, new people he's meeting... His enthusiasm makes it so even doing the same job twice would be exciting.

10. If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how?

Hmmm, I don't think any of my wakfu ocs are antagonists or think of themselves as antagonists. Maybe I should fix that with another one, lol.

17. Overall, is there anything special or peculiar about your character compared to others in your story?

Siamont: He's pretty normal, actually. It's somewhat uncommon to not be able to talk in the world of twelve, though.

Averhart: He's pretty normal also. Once he gets to work though, he's usually one of the strongest fecas people have interacted with if you only look at his ability to shield others - His shields are extremely strong, he casts them at high ranges, and they're usually extremely well-fitted to the receiver. He's very good at keeping track of whose shield needs how much more to fix it.

That said, if you expected a tank feca and not a protector feca, you'd be pretty disappointed.

18. Who/what comforts your character?

Siamont: The kids, just by doing well. It reassures him he's at least doing something important.

Early in the morning when he's the only one awake, though, he feels really lonely and alone.

Averhart: He has close friends in his guildmates, although he doesn't often need comforting at this period of his life. As a kid, it was his mother, but that came with its own complexities.

Now that I've mentioned his mother, it's time for a TANGENT about HOW I THINK FECA NAMES WORK (SOURCE: I MADE IT UP). His mom's name is Yrsalla, and names are matrilineal becau--(I AM HIT WITH A BAT)

23. If your character is at a loud, people-filled party, how would they act?

Siamont: I don't think he likes it, he'd probably sit outside. That said, if the kids are having a little party, he's on high alert and very concerned one of them will get hurt because the energy is so high.

Averhart: I've thought about this one before! He loves parties, but his low physical energy means he just sits there and soaks in the vibes. Drinks a water or a juice or something and if you talk to him he'll chatter but he just seems so happy to be surrounded by a lot of people having a good time.

30. Is your character hiding something from other people, if so, what?

Siamont: Not really, no.

Averhart: No, he's an open book. He's actually too honest, usually, and probably overshares.

I'm realizing I just don't write hiders that much.

31. What genre of music does/would your character love?

Fuck I am not a music person (I like music but I don't know what music other people would like)

Then again, I think for a lot of twelvians, music is just something you hear when people are playing an instrument (unless you have a record player, then we know Gnashville has music production and genres that are probably shipped around the world of twelve).

Siamont probably misses the music you could hear in Sufokian markets of people jamming with each other on steel drums and flutes. He's happy to listen to any music the children make with the instruments they have (all, usually, makeshift ones from garbage or stolen from pirates)

Averhart would just be like wow this is nice. about like. any music at all really. Although I think something like heavy metal or harsh noise would be lost on him and he'd be like. Oh Thats. So Cool. That They Like That. and leave.

36. What are the things that make your character enter a full rage/cold mode? (Depends on their character.)

Siamont: Perceived threat to the children or hurting them (although, so far, the only people that have hurt the children under his care is other children under his care, and while that makes him really angry, it does not make him react with that anger At The Children. He shows a little of it when he's scolding the one that hurt someone though (Usually if he can't get his voice to work, this is just dragging them outside by the arm and leaving them on the porch and shutting the door for a little while.) )

The perceived threat is much stronger if there's a rogue (because he's still scared of rogues from his childhood. Many pirates are rogues I hope this is clear.) When a pirate ship docks at the island (not frequent), he makes the older children take the younger children inside, handles the issue, and the pirates are not heard from again. Then usually one or three of the young teens will try to help him treat his wounds (so far, nothing lethal during these events).

Averhart: He's not really an angry person, he's not a strong fighter and never has been, the angriest he's ever been was the occasional outburst at his mom followed very shortly after by So Many Apologies. I don't think he has a full rage or cold mode. When he's with his mom though he hits a point where he sort of just stops reacting to what she's doing, which is the way he was before he ran away.

38. Someone your character dislikes goes up to them and confesses. How does your character react? (Doesn't have to be a rejection.)

Siamont: Internally he's like. what. why. I don't have time for a relationship (and certainly not with THIS person) I hardly have time for all the things I need to do to take care of the kids. but he just gives an apologetic smile and puts his hands in front of him like [sorry, no...] and gets the heck out of there as fast as he can.

Averhart: While he doesn't really dislike anyone, even if they're fucking rude to him, he's actually really bad at saying no because he's a huge people pleaser and this would have probably never happened to him before. So he'd end up on a date he wouldn't like to be at because he'd be like "O-Oh I guess we could get food..! I, uh, that's fine, I'm really flattered... I-I like you too? (No I don't, why did I say that...!)" and then just try to avoid them in the future.

43. What does your character see as the greatest injustice?

Siamont: That some children don't have a roof over their head, food in their belly, and the knowledge that somebody loves them and is there to help them

Averhart: That some people don't get to or don't live to see the world.

46. Does your character specialize or have remarkable talent in anything? If so, what is it?

Siamont: He's very good with kids, no shocker. He's good at soothing, he's good at firm but warm repercussions. He's also a shockingly good cook, as long as what you're cooking is fish in One Style Of Cooking. He tries to let the kids cook too, though.

Averhart: Kind of answered in 17 but I'll go further. He studied a lot when he was young because he was usually either bedbound or very weak from illness - His scientific knowledge of casting shields is extremely strong. He also has a great memory for the necessary calculations for each of his guildmates and can remember their height, weight, fighting style, and build to cast the best shield possible with the right thickness, rigidity/bounciness, amount of the element (liquid forms of the elements - I think he makes these himself), and on and on. He's very good at watching all his teammates and keeping track of who needs what. When he first worked with his guild just as a temporary fill for an eniripsa, they weren't sure it would work (because you need an eniripsa, right...?) but they all came out entirely untouched because of the shields.

Thank you for asking, Gnomy, and sorry for introducing a character lol

#posts #undescribed

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genericpuff · 11 months

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Hiii, I read your post about the stiff dialogue in LO, and I wanted to add my own two cents!

I myself am a person with a nice case of dyslexia (it will most likely show in this message). While I can’t speak for everyone with dyslexia, I pesonally cannot and will not publish anything ”official”, without spell checking it to hell and back. This is mostly because I’m hyper aware of this being one of my ”shortcomings”.

I also wanted to say, that most of, if not all, people with dyslexia that I know are rather self-consious about it. I just find it a bit unbeliavable that all the misspellings/awkward text in LO are there simply because Rachel has dyslexia. To me personally, it seems to be more a product of laziness and/or indifference.

Of course there is the fact that I’m not working on a long project, and I can usually take my time with my work, so maybe I just have more recourses to be careful. I also want to make clear that I don’t mean to say that Rachel’s dyslexia doesn’t affect her workload at all, but I do think she should have the means to check these things, especially since she is quite successful in the field.

Thanks for pitching in on this! I myself do not have dyslexia, but I do understand the struggle of missing words or misspelling them as my brain tends to move too quick at times for my writing speed to keep up LMAO It happens a lot when I'm writing by hand as I can't handwrite as fast as I can type so words sometimes go missing while my brain speeds ahead 😂

I can get why someone might be a little more self-conscious about typos being pointed out if they're making their comic entirely on their own and for free, or if they're just self-conscious about making mistakes in general (it can be scary to put a piece of work out into the world!) but Rachel is literally the top creator on the platform so there's zero excuse for it to have gone this long without at least a copy editor. And frankly it's still weird that they hire a copy editor at all just for checking typos because that's something that can be done so easily (again, Rachel has 4-5 other assistants per episode, you're telling me NONE of them could do it for her? Oh that's right, because she has them all draw their panels in isolation of one another and then she slaps the dialogue in at the last minute -.- the copy editor she has right now seems like the 'last step' before she submits the comic).

That said, if you go back far enough, you can actually find Rachel's take on correcting her misspellings and it's... frankly way saltier than it ought to be? Like I get it, it might feel like an attack for someone to say "hey, I spotted this mistake!" especially if you're self-conscious about it or are living with a learning disorder that affects your every day life, but when you get over that self-consciousness of making mistakes, it's really not that big of a deal? Like, yeah, it can be really frustrating when people point those mistakes out because it makes you feel bad or reminds you that you're struggling with something like spelling that seems so natural and 'easy' to everyone else, but I find true genuine fans of your work don't point these things out to be mean, just to be helpful. Yes, some people are mean about it, but you can usually tell which ones are the mean ones and which ones are the nice ones.

I've made spelling and grammatical errors in both Time Gate and Rekindled that have been kindly pointed out, and you know what I do when people find them? I thank them for spotting what I clearly didn't and I go and fix it. Because it makes my work better for my audience and my own peace of mind.

Rachel, meanwhile-

(tiny picture translation:

Question: Why do you have typos?

Rachel's answer: Yes, believe it or not I speak English. (English-New Zealand not English-American) Remember... not everyone cares about spelling. And frankly if go around pointing out spelling mistakes in peoples comics you have an issue. Plus I'm dyslexic you insensitive ass!)

Like... that whole thing is from her FAQ section that she made herself and she's still having a tone of voice that implies she's directing her answer at one specific person as if it was like an anon ask LMAO and really, I get the spirit of what she's saying, it can be pretentious/rude to point out people's spelling mistakes... in an informal or conversational setting. If you're making a comic or writing a book, though, it's basically a bare minimum expectation that you should be using spell check and making sure things are readable. You're making the work for other people to read after all. So her tone in this followed by the whole "I'm dyslexic you ass" bit just feels so unnecessarily hostile over something that was an innocent mistake and happens to literally everyone. Like, she really do be hurting her own feelings in her own FAQ that she made on her own time, this isn't the only question in there that reeks of 2000's edgy era "fuck you for asking" energy lmao

That said, to be fair, that is from her 2000's edgy era, so I'm hoping she's grown out of that at least slightly, but judging by how she's been managing her comic the past few years, it's clear she still isn't bothering to employ simple tactics to keep mistakes from slipping through the cracks and would rather lean on her dyslexia as an excuse rather than a reason. Dyslexia is a reason for typos, but where it becomes an excuse IMO is when she blames her dyslexia and then doesn't fix the mistakes that arise due to her dyslexia or do anything to make her life easier going forward.

Again, she's hired a copy editor, so if they're a permanent part of the team now, that will hopefully make things better. But why weren't they one of the first people hired when it's clear that Rachel could really use the help to ensure her comic comes out being the best version of itself it could be? It's like she's been literally shooting herself in the foot for the last 5 years.

It really feels lazy and, frankly, disrespectful. I know that might be a hot take or seem a little overblown to use that word here, but if you're going to be creating a comic for an audience - and expecting that audience to read your comic each week and in Rachel's case be expected to pay money for it - then you should be doing them the service of making it worth reading and sticking around for. If you can't even do so much as spell check your work - or go back and edit the errors when they arise - then that really goes to show how little you care about your own audience because you're not willing to put in the time and effort to even just fix a typo, let alone give them something worth coming back to and paying for each week. Sure, not everyone pays for the comics, but those viewership analytics are still valuable and it's very clear at this point that they're dropping rapidly week after week, and yet Rachel is doing barely anything to help turn things around.

Lore Olympus disrespects its audience in more ways beyond just the typos, of course, but the typos feel like the shopping cart litmus test - it costs next to nothing to resolve the issue, so if you still choose not to, it speaks to how little effort you're willing to put in to do something helpful for others that already only requires the bare minimum to do.

Of course, much of this is all speculative so take it with grains of salt, but judging by her responses to her own audience way back in the day, it really paints a picture of how Rachel views her audience. It makes it feel like she doesn't release her work into the world to genuinely entertain people or to find others who may connect and resonate with the work, she does it purely for herself and herself alone. That wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing in and of itself, it's pretty difficult to keep up a project if you aren't doing it for yourself to some degree (and you shouldn't create a comic just to earn an audience because that's just setting up unfair expectations for yourself lol), but in Rachel's case, it feels more like she's emulating the same edgelord energy of her "boss babe" Persephone - if you don't love every part of her and her work regardless of its genuine flaws, no matter how easy said flaws would be to fix, then you should just shut up and read her work and/or pay for it anyways because she should be allowed to do whatever she wants and if you don't like it, then you're an insensitive ass.

#ama #ask me anything #anon ask me anything #anon ama #lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus

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lizardrosen · 10 months

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To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be

@paysomeonetopaysomeone, @moonlarked, @gabriel-shutterson, @cleverclove, have some pre-slash claudius/polonius!

The younger prince faces much less daily pressure than the elder but you never know when an unexpected death may launch you to the top of the existing power structures, so he can never quite relax either. Claudius goes to law school, where he devours every book he can get his hands on. Like other statists he teaches himself to write fair — not only excellent handwriting but all the ‘verily’s and ‘thereunto’s and symbolic greenery and livestock.

He makes an effort to read up on national policies and how they have evolved over the decades so if perchance a reporter asks about it he won’t be caught wrongfooted and just panic and make something up. It brings him into contact with Polonius almost as often as his brother, just to understand the reasoning behind some article or decree or other.

He quickly understands where the councillor gets his reputation as tedious because he uses a lot of words to express some very simple ideas. But Claudius can’t be that irritated when he does take the time to keep explaining until he’s sure he’s got it, and doesn’t mock or scold him for not already knowing.

Whatever his personality, no one could deny that Polonius is excellent at his job. Claudius appreciates his insights and his intuitive understanding of how people all across the social spectrum work. It means that when he occasionally gets frustrated with his inability to corral his words Polonius can usually translate his meaning in a way that allows him to maintain his regal composure.

Their father certainly recognized his potential even when he was just starting out and made Hamlet promise to retain his services when it came time for him to assume the rule of the land. They make a good team: Hamlet’s military expertise, Claudius’s diplomatic flair, and Polonius’s sensitivity to the ebb and flow of public opinion.

It’s hard, though, being parentless. He must have known for a long time that when a position is hereditary the only way to get it is for the previous person to die, but it comes as a surprise to have it actually happen to him. Even weeks and months later he still weeps for what is gone and for the things he never even thought to say, but only sometimes. For the most part life just carries on.

“I’m tired,” he announces as he enters the lounge, and Polonius just points to a freshly-brewed pot of coffee on the counter. He adds a creamer to his mug and after a moment’s thought stirs in another. “God, you’re an absolute saint.”

It’s always worth it to show one’s appreciation, especially for someone so essential, and Polonius has a smile that spreads across his whole face when he’s really pleased. “Thanks, dear my lord!”

“But I’ll tell you what,” he groans as he collapses against the back of the couch. “If I never have to attend another budget proposal meeting it’ll be too soon.”

“Bad news, sir, we do this quarterly,” says Polonius and Claudius cracks up. It’s not like he doesn’t already know this, but there’s something about the deadpan delivery that makes it all seem much more manageable.

“I can’t imagine what all this would be like if I also had to worry about student loans like so many of my peers,” he admits. “Or medical bills, my god! Me, I could stop working tomorrow and I’d still have everything provided for me, but most people don’t get that security. It makes me feel like a fraud.”

“For what it’s worth, Claudius, I think you’re doing an admirable job. Most royals in history — that is, in European history, and the history of the nations that have been colonized, for that’s what I’ve studied and I wouldn’t want to speak definitively on those subjects with which I have only passing familiarity—”

Claudius clears his throat to get him back on track, but he’s fond of this rambling.

“Ah, yes, most of those royals I’ve mentioned have not put nearly as much thought into this as you have. Citizens have typically been considered in terms of soldiers and profit, while you consider the heart of the matter. You’ll be just fine.”

“Oh.” He’s genuinely touched by the confidence, and perhaps he blushes just a little. “Thank you. How’s Caroline been, by the way? Her due date must be coming up soon.”

Polonius nods happily. “End of May. Laertes is very excited to become a big brother, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be great at it!” He’s never seen a kid so full of heart, and if they’re all very lucky he might even keep that enthusiasm into adulthood. Anyway, it’s good at least someone is good with small children because Claudius certainly isn’t, and he’s got a nephew coming by November. Even young Laertes is only barely getting to the age where Claudius doesn’t feel like he’s fumbling every interaction, and soon he’ll have to learn to be an uncle. He hopes he’s a good one.

#hamlet #claudius #polonius #king hamlet #shakespeare #my writing #ship: thanks dear my lord #they liiiike each other #not more native to the heart

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 10 months

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A Letter for June

(For my friend, @abbyslev, I hope you enjoy this and I mean everything I said in this)

A translation of the letter just in case you couldn’t read my handwriting:

Dear June,

I’ve been thinking of writing this for a while now but I just didn’t know when I should write it but since I’ve been hearing that you’ve been having a rough week I decided to write this today in hopes of making you feel better.

June 13th and 14th are the days I’ll never ever forget. The 13th being the day you followed me (which you are my 256 follower) and the 14th being the day I had the courage to talk to you and you DM me afterwards. It is still so unreal that the person I admire is my friend. I always look forward to talking to you everyday and I even write in my notes app about all the things I want to talk about with you.

Thank you truly for everything, you can instantly change my mood in a second. You really do deserve the world even if you don’t believe it, I hope everything goes well in life. There’s gonna be bad days or weeks or even years but just remember that I’ll be there with you throughout all of it. I couldn’t be there for you before we met so let me be here for you now.

- Love from your friend, Mikasa

#Ms Biscults speaks #Mika speaks #and I mean everything I said in that letter #if I could hug you I would

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gayest-squrrel · 1 year

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TELL ME ABOUT UR TMNT ITERATION. YOUR BOIS. WHAT R THEIR FAVORITE COLORS???!!!? wait that might be a dumb question bc its prob their mask colors. um. WHATS THEIR SECOND FAVORITE COLORS

Hehe, you are right about their mask colors being their favorites, but not for the reason you would expect :)

The boys getting their masks circa 2019

As for their second favorite colors:

Donnie's is green

Mikey's is blue

Raph's is rainbow

And Leo's is purple

Below is a bunch of rambles, so be warned

Today I was thinking of the kraangs' motive and things. I thought of a lot sooooo,

The kraang (and triceratons and more) come from another planet/universe (which WILL be expanded upon later, that is a threat)

The kraang were all like “I want to be supreme ruler so bad but that would destroy the society and we would all die” and some other kraang was like “create another place to live in”

And then they decided to invade earth and mutate it to their needs :D

So the kraang are doing their thing, kidnapping animals and mutating them to perfect their ooze. Most of the mutants are just thrown away to die, why should they care?

Until they learn that some mutants survived and are being trained to become super soldiers.

How did they find out? The foot clan is filled with idiots, thats how. But the krang dont realize that until after they mutated a few members and decided it’s not worth it.

I have a whole bunch of things written for the alt universe/planet, but it is all on paper and I do NOT feel like typing it all.

Lmk if you need help translating my shit handwriting

Did you know? The Triceratons HATE the kraang, because they go against nature :)

Tigey, Venus, and Jennika were mutated together!

I have so many idoes for these little guys, you don't even know

Donnie is deathly afraid of poison dart frogs, Mikey is “deathly unafraid” as Donnie would put it

AND I JUST REALIZED!!! I don't have a name for this iteration :,)

I love my boys so much but I haven't even named them

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anulithots · 9 months

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The Rose. Episode 4 - "Wild"

Monkia has infected my computer and now my mouse won't work, sooooo.... there's that.

I handwrite these and have my paper tablet translate it to text, and it thinks the fairies fae/faer pronouns are wrong and I hate it. For clarification, fae is pronounced like "fay" and faer is pronounced like "fair".

There should be one more episode for Rose, I couldn't fit the *reveals* I wanted to in this episode, but the last one should be out soon <3

And if this series has taught me anything, it's that aha moments are HARD,.

A tumblr houseplant story from @briarborealisart

The info post is here

Episode one - "Thorns"

Episode two - "Maidoe"

Episode three- "Petals"

Note - this is still a first draft, any feedback would be much appreciated. Especially for this one, this is a super interesting concept to explore, but my brain found it so difficult, and comments on if I got to the core of this would be appreciated. <3

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Puddles had been the one to tell Rose to hug others. Fae said everyone liked surprise hugs, the 'quintessential show of affection.

Maidoe didn't like hugs.

That, or Rose never realized how sharp fur thorns actually were.

Rose could've blamed Puddles. Maybe fae did. Fae didn't know. Rose just enjoyed Puddle's company more than faer anger.

Rose flicked faer tail & trotted to faer plant, carefully checking to make sure their needs were met. It seemed okay. Large trailing vines, full of wild glory, with the bloom - a showcase of wild ingenuity.

So why didn't the others work that way?

Money tree glared in faer direction whenever Rose passed by - as if Rose's advice was a personal offence- before sitting with Venus.

Puddles was more absent than usual, not at all willing to have their usual debates. and fae completely shut down Rose's help.

And Maidoe?

Maidoe left. Never to be seen again. Because Rose had tried to forget faer thorns.

Rose climbed the trailing vines, inspecting each leaf for infestation (never could be too careful after the recent scare).

Rose was wild. Rose had thorns. Rose was Rose. Fae didn't know how to be any other way. Fae didn't WANT to be any other way.

So why couldn't these houseplants look at Rose's own success with faer plant & see...

....how well fae took care of it.

What did Rose do so differently with faer blooms? Fae settled upon faer high-knot -sanctuary, kneading the vines as fae thought.

Well, Rose watched & listened. Fae waited for any signs of distress. then gently eased it to how it would grow best.

And with the others?

Rose tried to give them thorn-y hugs they didn't want. But that didn't mean four thorns were bad... it just meant that Rose needed to... "cultivate" faer friendships.

Fae needed to listen and watch and only give advice when they needed it... or when they showed signs of distress..?

Rose climbed from faer perch to the base of faer plant.

Perhaps fae could ask questions. That would be helpful.

Like to Puddles. Rose found faer sitting beside Maidoe's tree, stroking the leaves.

Rose sat next to faer. "What can I help with?"

"Just... sit here, with me? For a little while."

Rose flicked faer tail "Of course"

There were ways to not poke the others.

Without covering faer thorns.

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[Next episode - "Gone"]

if you don't mind the little self-promo: reblog this with one kind statement to "water" rose, let's spread some wonder to this convoluted place <3

And spread the word to anyone else who would like to add their houseplant to the garden, perhaps we can fill tumblr with houseplants.

#i hope this works!#I may need to rework this episode later #overall I like how this is turning out #Rose is just hard to write #we love faer that way #All these characters who don't overthink and are actually aware of their surroundings #they be hard #the tumblr houseplant series rose #the tumblr houseplant series #writeblr #the land of the fallen fairies #creative writing #short story #dryads #tumblr's houseplants

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puzzled-pegasus · 9 months

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I've been doodling in my sketchbook while binging Regular Show, and it became a little comic thingy

nobody talks about or uses the fact that Mordecai is a bird so I started an extremely lazy, doodley comic thing about molting, lol.

I know my handwriting sucks bad, so here it is translated into Legible English:

Mordecai: *walks in the room, scratching at his head*

Rigby: Man, why do you keep scratching your head like that? Got lice or something?

M: No, dude, I don't have lice. It's--

R: Are you sure it isn't lice? 'Cause I remember in 3rd grade--

M: Dude, it's not lice!

M: It's these stupid pin feathers. Remember how I've been molting for the past few weeks?

R: Uh, no.

M: Dude, seriously? There's been feathers everywhere!

R: ...

M: Benson's been all upset?

R: Benson's always upset.

M: Okay, whatever. Anyway, a bunch of feathers are growing back, and it's really irritating.

R: Ohh. Can I see?

M: See what?

R: The feathers growing back.

M: Oh. Uh, sure dude.

(Next panel has an arrow pointing to Mordecai's head where I wrote "pin feathers" bc my drawing is super lazy lol)

R: Eek, they look so weird.

M: What? You've seen them before.

R: Yeah, doesn't mean it isn't weird. I'm not a bird, you know?

M: I guess.

R: So you have to break these little pin feather casings, like this?

M: Mhm. Yeah.

M: Oh, and make sure to be careful of the--

M: AH!

R: Oops.

M: Dude! that one was still growing!

R: Sorry!

M: Is it bleeding?

R: Kinda?

M: Great. These things don't stop bleeding until you put something on them.

R: Aw, jeez, really?

M: Yeah. I should have the powder in the bathroom, though.

[A few minutes later]

M: Well. Looks like I'm out.

R: Aw, nuts! Do we need to go get some?

M: Nah. There's another way.

[In the kitchen]

M: Mom taught me that flour or corn starch works in a pinch.

Benson: Flour? I think Pops used the rest of the flour for something.

M and R: Great.

B: You guys shouldn't be baking anyway. You should be working.

R: We're not baking, we're trying to help Mordecai!

R: Do you NOT see the blood dripping down his face??

B: ...Oh.

B: What happened, Mordecai? Are you okay?

M: Yeah, Benson, I'll be fine. I just need to find something to stop the bleeding.

M: We don't have any cornstarch, do we, Rigby?

R: No.

(to be continued, probably)

#lazy sketch #comics #i literally never do comics so pls don't judge me #this story isn't even meant to go anywhere I'm just having fun drawing while I'm watching the show #fanart #mordecai regular show #rigby regular show #regular show #cartoon characters #anthro bird #birds

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nightsidewrestling · 1 year

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D.U.D.E Part 19 - Treat Her Right (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here Chapter 17: here Chapter 18: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

Eddie treats Kirby to everything she wants for the six weeks after she gives birth, date nights at every restaurant he can find Within Yonkers, massages, full days spent shopping for stuff, both things for Kirby and the twins. Slowly getting Kirby and the twins used to longer car rides. Gathering everything they need for the twins and themselves and doing the long, ten hour, drive down to Florida.

Ethan Page is the first person to greet them at the Airbnb the next morning, Friday 2nd September 2021.

"Oh hi, I'm guessing you heard the news." Kirby chuckles when she answers the door, still in just an oversized shirt, boxer shorts and her black yoga pants she slept in.

"I was told you had the babies." Page beams.

"Ethan, meet Emyr and Ethan."

Page's eyes light up, "You did not."

"yeah, we named him Ethan, I kept thinking about how long you've known Eddie, and how much you and Eddie have impacted each other's careers."

"Oh my God," Page hugs Kirby tightly, "you're so sweet."

"Don't squeeze me, Ethan, I had a bad night last night."

"Oh no, everything okay?"

"Yeah, Eddie decide that we would relax with a couple drinks… and I only had one beer I felt off. I think my body's rejecting anything bad for the twins."

"Maybe, Renee did say that you're breastfeeding." Page shrugs.

"Wifey, what's goin' on?" Eddie asks, walking up behind Kirby in just a tank top and boxers.

"I'm introducing Ethan to Ethan." She smiles softly, feeling Eddie wrap his arms around her waist.

"Emyr has my eyes, Ethan has his beautiful mother's eyes." Eddie murmurs.

"Oh, so they aren't identical… they look almost identical."

"Small differences," Kirby whispers, "but I can tell my boys apart"

"How?" Page asks quietly.

"Emyr has green eyes and faint freckles on his face and shoulders. Ethan has blue eyes, no freckles but he does have… oh, what's it called, a port-wine stain? Basically a birthmark covering his right knee and part of his right thigh."

"My sons, my adorable baby boys." Eddie kisses both of the twins' heads.

Emyr yawns and opens his eyes, bright green like Eddie's. Emyr takes more after his father, slightly more tanned skin and harsher features, seemingly only taking his mother's freckles, his hair a darker shade of blond than his brother. Eddie picks his eldest son up, letting 'All Ego' see the similarities between him and his first son.

"Wait here, Mox got us stuff, it makes the boys look a lot more like Eddie." Kirby whispers to Page, heading to grab a box from the bedroom.

She returns to the nursery with a small box, 'Emyr' is written on the top in Renee's handwriting, she opens it and places the box in the cot, taking Emyr from Eddie to change his diaper and dress him. A black and yellow baby grow, a small graphic t-shirt with Tupac on it, a faux rosary with a pacifier instead of a cross, baby-sixed timberlands and a baby-sized black, Yankees cap.

Page starts giggling when Kirby hands Emyr back to Eddie, she heads off to get the other box as 'All Ego' pulls out his phone, dressing their younger son in an almost identical outfit, the only difference is the t-shirt, a baby version of Kirby's Ice Cube shirt. Eddie holds both of his sons up and Page takes a photo.

Ethan opens his eyes when Page holds him, showing off the bright blue eyes he's inherited from his mother, his features are softer than Emyr and Eddie's, paler skin, a softer jawline, a thicker bottom lip and much 'kinder' looking brow-line. As Kirby described he has no freckles or beauty marks. His skin is more porcelain in colour than his brother's sun-kissed tone.

"So, how's it feel to meet a baby named after you?" Kirby asks as she takes baby Ethan back into her arms.

"It's amazing, he's adorable. His brother's also adorable." Page smiles softly, clearly trying not to cry.

"Eddie still needs to think of who their godfathers will be. I know that Renee will be their godmother, and Ruthie can't be because she's their grandma. If she weren't related to them though, she would for sure be a godparent. I wouldn't have gotten through the pregnancy without her."

"How are you handling being a mother? I heard someone say you were told you couldn't have kids."

"I view my boys as miracles, mainly because I was under the belief I couldn't get pregnant, let alone pregnant with twins," She chuckles when Eddie hands Emyr to her, "What're you doing, Pá [dad]?"

"Gettin' a can of Red Bull from the fridge, mama," He kisses her gently, "I love you," he runs his fingers over the scar on her cheek, "my badass beautiful wifey."

"You owe me a coffee, Jefe [boss]."

"Jefe, you callin' me 'Jefe' now, Ma?" Eddie chuckles.

"Head of the household, ain't ya, big boss, El Jefe [the boss]?"

Eddie nods, grabbing a can of Red Bull from the fridge and sitting next to page on the couch, "Well, Ma, I may be the head of the household. But you, oh brotha, you are way more powerful than me."

"Yeah, I've seen clips from C.R.C, you've lifted guys who are five-hundred pounds plus." Page adds.

"That's because it's part of my job." Kirby shrugs.

"Lifting five-hundred pound men, Ma are ya hearin' yourself? 'I's part of my job'? To lift five-hundred pound men?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at his ivory-skinned wife.

"Yes, during my time in C.R.C it was a part of my job. Eddie, during your time with C.Z.W it was your job to do death-matches." Kirby raises an eyebrow back at her tanned husband.

"She's got you there, Eddie." Page mutters.

"You stay outta this, this is between me and her." Eddie grumbles.

"Oh, did I touch a nerve, Edward? Did I touch a nerve there?" Kirby smirks.

"Cierra la boca [Shut your mouth]." Eddie growls.

"Hazme [make me]." She growls in return.

"Ven auqí [come here], Mami." Eddie gets up, going over to Kirby, lifting her chin roughly and growling as he kisses her.

"Te amo [I love you], Papi." She whispers against his lips.

"Page, you may wanna leave… now."

'All Ego' gets up, leaving quickly. Eddie takes the twins, placing them in the cot before hoisting Kirby over his shoulder, taking her to the bed and making out with her.

"You little slut." Eddie growls against her lips, climbing over her.

Kirby flips their position and straddles his lap, "I'm only a slut for you, Papi."

"Damn right, ya only mine, you wanna fuck your Papi, Ma?"

"So soon after havin' twins, only if you use protection, Papi."

Eddie smirks, "We could go dry, or I could get off watchin' you get off." He suggests.

"Mutual masturbation or dry humping? I'd really prefer if you-"

Kirby goes silent when she hears the front door open, both her and Eddie sharing a worried look.

"Eddie?" Moxley's voice echoes through the house, "Kirby? You have guests… He Emyr, hey Ethan, how're my nephews doing?"

"So close to lettin' you tear my ass in two, but no, we have fuckin' visitors." Kirby grumbles.

Eddie's eyes light up, "Fuck them, you've never let me do that before."

"Eddie, no… Edward, we have guests."

"Fuck." Eddie grumbles.

Kirby and Eddie's shared sour mood is quickly dropped when they see their guests.

"Jack!" Eddie grins, letting out a breathless chuckle.

"Eddie!" Marciano chuckles, pulling Eddie into a tight hug.

Kirby looks from her former commentary partner to the other guests, Renee, carrying her and Jon's daughter Nora, and three others. One a rather tall, tanned man with waist length black hair in a long braid, wearing one of the old C.R.C merch shirts and jeans. Ashkii Tsinajinnie. The second, a short Japanese woman, a pink shirt with 'Sakura Power' written on the front and pink gym shorts on, matching her half-pink, half-black hair. Yoshi Nakagawa. The third and final guest from Kirby's past is an average height, around five-foot-seven, black man, nearly 300 pounds of both fat and muscle, his head shaved, wearing black sweatpants and one of Kirby's merch t-shirts from before she was gluttony.

"Mike! Mikey?!" Kirby starts tearing up.

"Kirby… Princess? Lawd a massi!" Mike pushes past Ash and Yoshi, taking Kirby's face in his hands, "Oh, Princess, breathe easy, you an Empress now, baby gal." His Jamaican accent brings back a flood of memories from his and Kirby's shared past.

"Mikey, I missed ya, ya dope." She whispers, taking a deep breath.

Mike holds Kirby close to him, kissing her cheek and rocking her to keep her calm, "Oh, mis sistren, look at you, an Auntie, not jus' an Auntie but a Mammy now."

"Eddie, what's wrong?" Jack whispers.

"You're Mike" Eddie asks, completely astonished, "You're the guy she's cried over? You…" Eddie's astonishment turns into anger, "You kicked my wife outta your home?!"

Jack and Mox rush to hold Eddie back. Kirby pulls away from Mike and rushes to Eddie, holding his face, witnessing the rage in his eyes.

"Eddie, calm." Kirby whispers, her jaw dropping when Eddie pushes her aside.

"No, not wit' him. You," Eddie points at Mike, "you helped Damien get in her head, you knew she didn't want to be gluttony, if her parents weren't around she would have been homeless, you could have helped her but you didn't! I understand now why ya ring name is 'Monster', because you are one!" Eddie yells, getting up close with Mike

"Eddie, don't." Kirby rushes up to the side of both men, trying to push them apart.

Mike pushes Kirby away, by her face, knocking her to the floor, "How the fuck do ya know about my past, huh? She been tellin' you tings she ain't got no right to talk on."

Mike storms out, taking Ash and Yoshi with him. Kirby storms off in the opposite direction, leaving through the back door, hearing Eddie's footsteps behind her as she walks, going down the back alley between two rows of houses.

"Ma, wait!" Eddie hollers.

"Go fuck yourself, Kingston!" Kirby yells as she continues walking.

"Babe, just give me a chance."

"To do what? To ruin more of my chances at ever gettin' a friend back?"

"If he did that shit to you, was he ever a friend?"

Kirby stops walking, standing completely still as she thinks about it. Eddie's right, Mike practically handed me to Damien. he willingly let me get brainwashed by that tyrant.

"Doll?" Eddie whispers as he walks up behind her.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm sorry… you're right, he fucked me over, he let me go."

Eddie wraps his arms around Kirby, checking if she's been hurt, "Breathe, ya a'ight, a'ight?"

"Yeah, yea… I'm good."

Eddie leads her back to the house, right as Emyr and Ethan wake up, the boys crying when they wake up.

"Oh, my baby boys." Kirby runs to the cot, picking up her sons and holding them close.

Marciano and Moxley check up on Eddie, Renee helps Kirby feed the twins, grabbing a bag of breastmilk from the fridge. Renee gives Ethan a bottle of breastmilk and Kirby takes her shirt off to feed Emyr.

"God damn, look at those tits!" Eddie hollers.

"Eddie, I'm feeding our baby, don't you get all fuckin' horny on me."

"Look at how fuckin' sexy you are though," Eddie smirks, kissing Kirby gently, "ya so sexy, Ma, so beautiful."

Kirby shakes her head, chuckling softly when she looks over at Renee. Renee mouths 'Go kiss him'. Kirby finishes feeding Emyr as Eddie walks out to the garage. She hands Emyr to Moxley, putting her shirt on as she walks to the garage.

"Eddie, hold up." She reaches for his hand as he gets to the car.

"What's up, Kirby?" He raises an eyebrow as he looks at her.

"Uhh… well, I… I wanted to do this…" She whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, gently at first but slowly heating up when Eddie puts his hands on her waist.

"Oh fuck, Ma," Eddie whispers against her lips, "every time you kiss me, it feels like the first time again."

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inochinoyomikata · 1 year

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Inochi no Tabekata ch 3-4 Translation

Chapter 3-4 閉ざされた彼女の響かぬ声 Her closed, unheard voice Kon-Chiami

Who is that?

I forgot already.

I told mama about someone.

“You know, XX-chan, she bought a XX stuffed toy.”

I just said so.

To tell the truth, I was a little bit hopeful that if I talked about it, I might be able to buy it too.

Just a little?

I knew.

“‘Chia-chan?’ Mama, you always say that, right? ‘XX-chan is XX-chan, Chia-chan is Chia-chan, right? Other people are other people, right?’ ‘Myself is myself,’ right?”

Mama would get mad, Chia-chan knew. ‘Chia-chan is Chia-chan. I won’t say it again.’ Mama will get mad at me. ‘Don’t compare yourself to other children. Chia-chan is Chia-chan.’ I’m different from other children. Mama’s precious Chia-chan. Chia-chan is special. Just one person. Chia-chan is important. Mama’s child, more important than anyone else.

“What should I do for summer vacation, Chia-chan? XX-chan’s family is going to Hawaii. XX-chan’s mom said they were going to Saipan for the new year. Papa can’t take time off work. Papa is always like that. I met XX at the class reunion for the first time in a while, but he said he built a house. A house. I don’t want to live in an apartment all the time. What should I do for summer vacation?”

Chia-chan is fine anywhere. Whether it's summer break, winter break, or spring break, mama can do whatever she wants. The piano, ballet, English conversation class, swimming, cram school, everything was decided by mama. If Chia-chan says she doesn’t want to go, mama will get very angry.

“Who do you think it's for? Chia-chan? It's for you, isn’t it?”

Chia-chan had wanted to try calligraphy. Who was it? I was envious of someone who was taking lessons and had good handwriting, but when I asked my mom, she got angry.

“XX-chan is XX-chan, Chia-chan is Chia-chan, right? Others are strangers and yourself is yourself, right? Mama always says that, doesn’t she? Why don’t you understand, Chia-chan!”

I didn’t understand, it was my fault.

Other people are other people, myself is myself.

Mama decided what was for Chia-chan.

Because Chia-chan was important to mama.

Chia-chan is special to mama.

‘But mama, Chia-chan is really bad at piano and ballet.’ I just got scolded by mama. ‘English isn’t fun at all.’ ‘Swimming is tiring and very troublesome.’ Mama got mad and yelled at me. “In that case, quit now! The monthly fee is a waste!” I go to cram school because I’m afraid my grades will drop and my mom will scold me, but I really don’t want to go.

“It’s okay. Because Chia-chan is Chia-chan. Chia-chan can be Chia-chan. Mama loves Chia-chan the way she is. Right? Chia-chan, do you understand?”

Since when?

You will definitely get angry.

When mama calls me “Chia-chan,” it's kind of like that. My body shivers. I have trouble breathing. I feel terrible. I can’t say this because I don’t want to upset my mama. Because mama loves Chia-chan, and Chia-chan loves mama too. But. Maybe.

Maybe it’s not me who loves mama, but “Chia-chan” who loves mama.

I wish I hadn’t quit piano, ballet, English conversation classes, and swimming. Because mama wanted me to do them. If I don’t listen to mama, I won't be “Chia-chan” anymore and will be hated. I want to do things, but I don’t do them. “Chia-chan” doesn’t make mama angry.

When I became a junior high school student, there were many children with smartphones, I wanted one too, I want one, I want one, I want one. I couldn’t stand it, but if I asked my mama, she would definitely get angry, so I went all out and asked papa, and he bought one.

Mama got into a big fight with papa. Mama was yelling late into the night.

“You won’t buy me a single ring, but when she pesters you, you give her anything! Who am I to you?! How much do you think I’ve sacrificed for you and our daughter?!”

I pretended not to hear. Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aaaa-aa-aaaaaa- I can’t hear anything can’t hear can’t hear aa-aaaa can’t hear can't hear I cannot hear aa-aa-aa.

Mama is scary when she gets angry. Don’t make her angry. It’s easy when she's not angry. Everyone praised mama. On the outside, mama is very sociable, and when “Chia-chan” was in elementary school, she did lots of things like PTA activities. She had many friends. Papa’s parents, my grandma and grandpa, are more supportive of mama than papa. Mama likes “Chia-chan.” She’s Chia-chan’s mama.

I wonder if it's my fault. Maybe it’s my fault. It’s not like I don’t look as good on the outside as mama, but I’m not a kind person. I can’t smile if I don’t put my heart in it. I would compare myself to other children. I don’t have many friends either. I secretly spit out darkness on the SNS. If I do not, it hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, and I can’t endure it.

At this rate, I may no longer be “Chia-chan,” and mama might hate me.

I’m doing my best. I try to be nice to my friends and tell them “say anything,” and I’ll accept anything. Even if there is something I want, I just endure it. I do what mama says as much as possible. I’m careful not to make mama angry, because I don’t want her to be angry. Even when mama calls me “Chia-chan” I’m horrified, but I try to laugh and say “What is it, mama?” I’m doing my best.

There are people who encourage me when I vent my darkness on social media, and I get quite a bit of encouragement, and people tell me that I’m not at fault, but I guess I’m at fault.

(Isn’t that funny?)

Sometimes I hear voices.

Funny?

Who?

(It’s you.)

Me?

(It’s your fault.)

I’m sure it is.

I wish I could have been mama’s beloved “Chia-chan.”

#inochi no tabekata #inochi no tabekata translation #e ve

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attzi-gearburst · 2 years

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Not Schematics: Mission Failure

Attzi, due to chronic memory issues, writes in her notebook in an indecipherable shorthand. Her handwriting looks shakier than usual. This is a translation of today’s page.

Fuck.

[Several lines are viciously scratched out.]

Take two. Went to deliver the stuff Mega has us collect a bit back (Note to self: acid dragon etc, see prev. notebook, p. 165). Of course the contract was with someone who was working for Dinthoqaf. Mega, Nat, Dave, Kappi, Zokk, Zimble, Mako and Atreyzu (Note to self: you just met them today), and I all ended up in a pit, surrounded by Scourge. Mako had a bad feeling going in, before the baddies showed. Turned out to be very smart, then, and at the end. Like her a lot.

Best buddy Mr. Defiler started by flinging more dead delivery folk at us. Pretty sure the bodies got taken later. Makes me sick. Wanted them back to their families, not turned into parts.

Was feeling like I was getting better at my job. Granted, Dave was doing his thing that makes us all better at our things, which helped a lot. Only been on a few missions where I had to fight so far, and this time I was able to shield from the ones near me and get Kappi loose from some that had him. He was by a ramp I thought we were gonna have to escape up, but Mako noticed a lift to the roof behind us.

Then big ones showed, with the Saronite. All grouped up and went to the lift. Dave was shielding retreat, but Mega got hit.

Had this one moment of pride. Used my watch to fix the wound on Mega (guy’s got enough scars already) and it worked! All the work and practice I’d been doing paid off. Felt like I’d made Fyx proud.

That’s where I fucked up. Shoulda saved the watch. Because Mega hauled Dave onto the elevator and then put up this shield instead of coming with us. Everything went nuts at the top, once we realized Mega wasn’t with us.

Zim tried to get us to teleport out. He’d been given orders (Note to self: find out when). Because I’m new and bad at this shit, started to comply. But then Nat started yelling at Zim and Kappi tried to get back down. Grabbed Kappi, like an idiot. Feel stupid for doing that, because it’s his choice, but… would have been bad if he’d gone down alone.

Had no idea they’d left Mega behind once before. Think that’s what Zokk said, anyway. Not sure on context, but sure there was a reason. Dave, Mako, and Atreyzu chimed in too and we all ignored Zimble. Dave swan dove down and we all went along after. Zim came down too, once he saw we were disobeying orders.

But there was nothing at the bottom.

Mechascourgebominations? Gone. Mega? Gone. Was a charm and his glasses all smashed where he’d been standing.

Don’t get it. Pretty furious, actually. Why do that, Mega? Working for the Contingent is our decision. We chose to go in together. We chose to leave together when the fighting started and nobody ported out or ran.

None of us chose to abandon anyone. None of us asked for a sacrifice.

Now Nat’s fucked up, Kappi’s fucked up, Zokk’s fucked up, Zim’s fucked up. Dave’s mad at Mega AND Din. At least half of us are guilty as hell, and most are furious. Dave gathered the stuff left behind and said he’s gonna talk to Caythaes about getting Mega located. Zim said Nat should send a message to House Bloodcrest. (Note to self: Brucie, p. 30)

Beginnings of a strategy, at least.

Zim asked me to keep an eye on Nat, but wasn’t sure what to do besides make sure she took the portal back. Know where she lives, so can check in off and on, but as far as finding something to say? Never been in love romantically, but any time something happens to a relative, I lose it. Can’t imagine what she’s feeling. She and Mega are crazy about each other.

So mad at Dinthoqaf for taking that away, even temporarily. (Iit IS temporary.)

Everyone’s upset. Some at each other. First time I didn’t invite everyone back for drinks afterward–nothing to celebrate.

But Mako, Atreyzu, Zokk said we need a distraction. For Kappi, and for Nat. Fuck, for all of us. Being a distraction’s still what I’m best at, so I volunteered to plan something. (And if neither of them show, we’ll know to find them, too.)

Hope they know better than to run off alone after Mega, no matter how bad they want to.

[A wine stain has ruined the bottom third of the page. It continues on the next, in even shakier handwriting.]

Just flipped back a few pages. Got an idea. Beach event, we all started talking about snow. Gonna invite everyone to the inn back home in Everlook and cram them full of warm food and drinks. Maybe coax them out to play in the snow. Need to have fun even while planning next steps or we’ll all go nuts. (Maybe a chance to get to know Mako and Atreyzu, too. Note to self: Goblin, Tauren. Seem to have been working with the others for a long time.)

Hopefully all I learned at prev. job turns out to be more useful than I thought when I joined the Contingent. May not be able to fight as well as them, but can at least take care of my coworkers.

Gotta get better with the watch, too. We all need time.

This sucks. Gonna go cry.

#not schematics #frostbite contingent #attzi gearburst

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lemongingerart · 4 months

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Okay so, story time.

My daughter just turned 9, and I kindaaaaa pushed her into the ATLA fandom, because I thought it was something really fitting for her. (Also, I'm a zutara shipper, one of the few non-canon ships I really connected to when I watched it). She also watched Korra and enjoyed both series very much. She's now doing a full rewatch right after finishing it

And then... she started giggling and talking nonstop about Zuko and I had this little moment of weird pride that took over??? At the same time, my husband was rolling his eyes and mumbling "what is it with all these bad guys with a dark past and their struggles?" to me and aaah... now he has two fangirls under the same roof and I am enjoying this way too much 😂😂😂 we've reached the point that she has convinced her friends to watch it and play ATLA every break at school. She's obsessed and every normal parent would probably minimize this but I am doing the opposite. I'm trying to give her some sense of fiction vs. reality, but without pressuring her not to use her imagination. I want to guide it in the right direction, you know?

Anyway.

The next week, she comes up to me: "Mommy, I know what I want to do! I want to write stories about ATLA! Because there aren't any translated from English to Dutch and it's so unfair! We should be able to enjoy some stories as well!"

And I'm like... 👀okay, good plan👀

Of course, I encourage her. She always struggles with handwriting and she has to exercise more on her typing skills, and I'm glad she finally found something she really wants to do. It's been a while since she had this focus on something, youbknow? Apart from the fun, this is going to help her.

So I give her some headstart and ask about the plot, and we have this geek to geek conversation.

One day later, she wants to know what fanfiction is and how to write it and if she can find some to read herself. I'm like... 'eh?' 😳 Seems like daddy told her I write some too 🥲 I am sooo grateful she didn't ask further. She know it's about Star Wars and that's it. She hasn't seen the movies yet. So I'm still safe for now. (We wait a bit longer because my son and her are so easily scared 😅 we don't want it to be a bad experience, you know...)

And now I feel like I want to give her some fanfic to read, but since she's only 9, she doesn't understand English and throwing something in a translate tool is always weird. There might be some Dutch ones, but the chances of it being fit forbm her age and good quality are nonexistent (unless by any chance someone knows!!! Please share!!!). I really want to give her the best experience, you know...

As an extra, I really really don't have time now to screen some fics myself. So I hate the feeling I'm probably going to lose this momentum and maybe disappoint her.

Anyway. I am morally obliged to draw her fictional boyfriend villain. It's a challenge, since it's been so long since I could draw. But, maybe I just need this challenge to start over again. Starting after a hiatus is always tough on me. The 'mothers aren't allowed free time' syndroma always gets me. I just need to break through the barriers and maybe doing something for her instead of me will lessen the feeling of misplaced guilt.

#fanfiction #motherhood

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