#I. LOVE. THE. TURKISH. DUB

[berrrydameyve]

Have I ever told you how much I LOVE the Turkish dub of the Spider-verse movies?

Like ı love the cast Nihan Omuz as Gwen stacy, I LOVE her voice, she understood the assignment while voice acting this teenager

AND PETER B. OH PETER B. It's. almost. exactly. the. same. WITH FATİH ÖZACUN ON THE MIC!!! my favorite dubbed characther is Peter B and ı love his Turkish voiceso much

I also think Arda Tümer was a really good choice for Miles, his voice matches with his personality

OH MY SECOND FAVORITE IS MILES' DAD BECAUSE HIS DUB IS ALSO AWESOME and it'sssss SİNAN DİVRİK!!! I LOVE SİNAN DİVRİK OKAY I JUST LOVE HIS VOICE SO MUCH

Erdem Tunatekin as Miguel O'hara, this. man. oh this man he did a perfect job at sounding so calm then absolutely mad and all the ıter things. it matches his personality PERFECTLY AD I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH

as much as I hate miguel Erdem voiced him flawlessly and ugh I love it

and I'm just dropping the cast's list here (source: seslendirmekadrolari.com )

Shameik Moore ... Miles Morales / Örümcek-Adam (Arda Tümer)

Hailee Steinfeld ... Gwen Stacy / Örümcek-Kadın (Nihan Omuz)

Oscar Isaac ... Miguel O'Hara / Örümcek-Adam 2099 (Erden Tunatekin)

Jake Johnson ... Peter B. Parker / Örümcek-Adam (Fatih Özacun)

Issa Rae ... Jessica Drew / Örümcek-Kadın (Özlem Abacı)

Daniel Kaluuya ... Hobart "Hobie" Brown / Örümcek-Punk (Efe Erkekli)

Karan Soni ... Pavitr Prabhakar / Örümcek-Pavitr (Ali Hekimoğlu)

Andy Samberg ... Ben Reilly / Scarlet Örümcek (Sefa Zengin)

Amandla Stenberg ... Margo Kess / Örümcek-Byte (Ece Bozçalı)

Jason Schwartzman ... Jonathan Ohnn / Benek (Tugay Erverdi)

Luna Lauren Vélez ... Rio Morales (Seval Tufan)

Brian Tyree Henry ... Jefferson Davis (Sinan Divrik)

Mahershala Ali ... Aaron Amca / Prowler (Zeki Atlı)

Greta Lee ... LYLA (Nurhan Yılma)

Shea Whigham ... George Stacy (Özgür Atkın)

Jorma Taccone ... Adrian Toomes / Vulture (Oğuz Özoğul)

Melissa Sturm ... Mary Jane Watson (Burçin Artut)

Elizabeth Perkins ... May Hala (Zeyno Burcu Temel)

Gredel Berrios-Calladine ... Ben Enişte (Müjdat Talu)

Rachel Dretch ... Bayan Weber (Şebnem Ünaldı)

Lorraine Velez ... Maria (Canan Çiftel)

Ashley London ... Gayatri (Ziba Esmaili)

Libby Thomas Dickey ... Miguel'in Kızı (Tuana Tanem Yılmaz)

John Mulaney ... Örümcek-Domuz (Onur Akgülgil)

Peggy Lu ... Bayan Chen (Sema Kahriman)

Rez Kempton ... Gutierrez (Arda Kavaklıoğlu)

Ziggy Marley ... Lenny (Jan Peridar)

Peter Sohn ... Ganke Lee (Burak Öner)

Taran Killam ... Patrick O' Hara / Webslinger (Berk Avcı)

J.K. Simmons ... J.J. Jameson (Aziz Güngör)

Alfred Molina ... Dr. Otto Octavius (Kerem Atabeyoğlu)

Josh Keaton ... Spectacular Spider-Man (Emrullah Uzun)

[aimbutmiss]

In the Turkish translation of the Percy Jackson books, "seaweed brain" is translated to "yosun kafa". And in the Turkish dub of OPLA, "mosshead" is translated to "yosun kafa" as well. This means zosan and percabeth use the same term of endearment in Turkish and I just love that parallel 😭😭

[mc-critical]

Hatice and Ibrahim have never been more divided from each other up to that point than in E43-E44. While Hatice always sensed when Ibrahim was actually in danger or she's lost him in any way (i.e. E35 when she felt something in Edirne while Ibrahim was with Nigar), nothing came up when he was shot; he didn't even tell her what happened to him until she found out herself; they were seperated while he was recovering; the wait for Ibrahim to come back felt like an eternity to Hatice and she went through several breakdowns at once (and his carriage was right in front of her but she couldn't see him, her only thought until the very end was that he was dead, isn't that what her dream with the "crying" statues meant?); when he came back she wasn't allowed to spend at least some time alone with him as SS wanted to talk to him; even their sleep was interrupted. The only thing that Ibrahim asked Hatice to do was to play him his mother's song on the violin (I like to think that Hatice started learning the violin in order to become closer to him, to who he is, to his past again after what they went through with little Mehmet).... but he no longer associates even that with Hatice anymore.

[anyosu]

no bc im losing it

so in english it's "I never knew you were a hugger" which is incredibly painful and all that

and so I went to check out the norwegian dub for shits n giggles and to laugh at the voices and mf sonic says "I KNEW you were a hugger!"

I NEED TO BE SEDATED

edit 1:

edit 2: NEW LANGUAGES!!! IT GETS CUTER FOR EVERY FUCKING DUB

@dykedandelion: sonic in french says "ON A JAMAIS ÉTÉ AUSSI PROCHE" which means "WE'VE NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE"

I checked the swedish dub and sonic says: "TÄNK ATT DU KAN VARA SÅ KRAMIG" which means something like "TO THINK THAT YOU CAN BE SO HUGGABLE"=!"=)!)"!=

@lephalacat courteously gave me a heart attack by giving the korean dub, where sonic says: "너한테 안기는 날이 오다니" which means "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DAY ARRIVED FOR ME TO GET HUGGED BY YOU"

with the combined effort of @wackyunicornart and @dykedandelion they've expertly deduced what sonic says in the dutch dub: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE SUCH A CUDDLER" i need aIR

@shadowthehedgehog swooped in with a delicious spanish one where sonic says: "QUIEN DIRÍA QUE TE GUSTABA ABRAZAR" which is "WHO KNEW YOU LIKED TO HUG" I NEED TO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY

@luankuro in Portuguese sonic says something akin to "DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO AFFECTIONATE/TENDER" THIS SEASON HAS RUINED ME

@tenebraevesper graciously handed over both the croatian dub and the german dub; both of them just as DEVASTATING - in croatian, sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU LIKE TO HUG", and in german, he says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU'RE INTO HUGGING" THESE HEDGEHOGS ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME

I will join @kyri45 in their several several processing business days after the italian dub was revealed to have sonic say: "I DIDN'T SEE YOU AS SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE TYPE"

@polaris-reblog and from the left field we have an INCREDIBLE Thai dub with sonic that says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D BE THE TYPE TO CARRY/PICK PEOPLE UP" CAN I GET A WAHOO

@windpolygon comes in with an absolute gem in russian: "DO YOU LIKE/LOVE TO HUG" SO WHAT IF HE DOES

@transgender-battlekukku runs in with Brazilian Portuguese that has sonic say: "EU NÃO SABIA QUE VOCÊ ERA TÃO CARINHOSO" which they so lovingly translate to "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO LOVING/AFFECTIONATE" FELLAS WE DIDN'T KNOW EITHER BEFORE TODAY

the polish version, given by @hereissananxiousmess, has sonic being a sMARTASS, saying: "AH SO YOU DO LIKE TO HUG" JESUS CHRIST THIS GETS CUTER EACH TIME

the Galician version has me by the tHROAT okay @shadowthtrash so in this version sonic says: "Nunca pensei que me foses levar no colo" which means "I'VE NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD CRADLE ME AROUND" OUEGHR that's so cute

@mmiriozuzo turkish dub and sub is sO sweet honestly bc in the dub he says: "Sarılmayı sevdiğini hiç bilmiyordum", which translates to "I NEVER KNEW YOU LIKED HUGGING" while the turkish sub writes: "Sen sarılmayı sever miydin?" which means "SO YOU LIKE HUGGING?"

@ash-doodles-stuff went for my soul by revealing what the japanese and hindi version says; in Japanese, sonic says: "TO BE HELD IN YOUR ARMS" SONIC PLEASE - in the hindi version he says: "DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED HUGS AND STUFF" OEURGH I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THESE

@sonicposting joins the bandwagon by announcing the romanian version has sonic saying: "n-am știut că-ți place în brațe", which means something like "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE BEING HELD" although "it's hard to translate, but the way it is phrased implies that sonic didn't know shadow likes being held" THESE DUBS WILL END ME ONE DAY

@cosmicgirlypop runs in with the Arabic dub, where sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE HUGS!" this is the yEAR OF SONADOW PEOPLE BC SHADOW SAYS "STAY WITH ME SONIC" AS A RESPONSE

@geek-leak slides in with the Finnish dub that has sonic saying: "En tiennyt et oot halijäbä" which roughly translates to "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE A HUGGER-DUDE/HUG-DUDE" he truly is a smartass even when dying god bless

@indigocloudofnarcolepsy sprints in with a gem in hungarian, where sonic says: "Nem tudtam, hogy ölelkezős vagy!" which is "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE A HUGGER" EVERY VARIANT IS SO CUTE

@scarlets-land-of-chaos-and-men NO EXPLANATION NEEDED BUT I NEED AIR

@darkmatters-ghost decided to decimate my every molecule with the Mandarin Chinese version where sonic says: "我不知道你喜欢抱抱， 啊。" bào (抱) means cuddle, and if you say a verb twice, it makes it informal and cutesy. Basically, he said, "aw, I didn't know you were such a cuddle-bug!"

C U D D L E B U G

suffice to say I think english is the glaring, obvious outlier here JHDJHDS

THE DUBBERS ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS BEHIND THIS IS TRULY THE YEAR OF SONADOW

[strawberrysugar71]

Bunnydoll 😍 (Episode 4 Spoilers)

Oh my god I was screaming when he called her Raggy. Dollface, Liquorice Hair, and now Raggy. I cannot wait for Episode 5 & 6 (There's defo gonna be more nicknames/petnames - if you will - in those, too!)

Fighting old married couple?! Like, yes, hello! Gooseworx, Gooseworx! More fighting Bunnydoll, please! (THEY 100% MADE OUT WHEN GANGLE AND ZOOBLE WANDERED OFF)

She hates him so much. LOOK AT THAT.

"Oh my, God, I'm dating an idiot." - Ragatha, probably.

Jax ain't wasting NO TIME in admiring his beautiful wife.

He loves her, really. I can prove it, I promise! Just...uh...give me one hour and forty minutes to analyse the entire show!

Jax does! You're just oblivious, love.

I started crying at this scene.

I think it's important to note that Goose/GLITCH likes to include little easter eggs/secrets in the dubs of the show. E.g. In the German dub the gloinks names are Uzi, V and Cyn.

I say this about this scene specifically because:

@livi-in-digital-circus brought the dubs to my attention before I start waffling about them.I

1

In the Polish dub, Ragatha says: "Ja cie nie lubie? Ale chce zebyś ty lubil mnie." which translates to: "I don't like you? But I want you to like me." I talk about the Polish dub in particular because 'liking someone' can also mean 'having a crush on someone'. In addition, the script could have been "I don't like you." but it's not. There's a '?' at the end, implying that Ragatha is questioning whether she does or does not like Jax.

2

In the Turkish dub, Ragatha says: "Seni- sevmiyorum. Ama benden nefret etme." which translates to: "I don't like you. But don't hate me." Which - going back to how liking someone can mean having a crush on them - could imply that Jax has a crush on Ragatha, and she's aware of that, but she doesn't like him back. But she also doesn't want him to hate her because of it.

3

In the Filipino dub, Ragatha actually doesn't say she hates OR dislikes Jax. She says: "Parang…may galit ako sa'yo? Pero ayaw kong magalit ka sa akin weird ba." which translates to: "It's like… I'm mad at you? I don't want you to be mad at me for being weird." So, basically, she doesn't know if she's mad at him or not. And she's apologising for not knowing.

4

In most of the dubs, Ragatha is questioning whether or whether or not she does hate Jax. Which I personally think is a great for Gooseworx to say "Hey, Bunnydollers, there's no canon romance but that doesn't mean I can't make you tweak out!"

I HIGHLY doubt Ragatha GENUINELY hates Jax. I mean, she was practically high from that idiot sauce. And even though we know she isn't as honest as she seems, I doubt she actually hates anyone. Again, even if she isn't as honest as seems, she doesn't seem to be the type of person to use a word as strong as 'hate' in a genuine way. More like in a way where you'd tell your friends you "hate" them when they do something stupid/immature.

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 4, In Which You Attend A Very Special Event (Part 2)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

AO3

Chapter 4 (part 2)

TW: bad, very bad, horrible BDSM etiquette, spanking, what could be considered dub-con (protagonist is willing but immobilised), if you are sensitive to dub-con, DO NOT PROCEED, sleep paralysis. 

The waiter led you back to your seat from the restroom, disturbing Raphael's lively conversation in Turkish with someone at a nearby table; in their talk, they repeated the word "ASELSAN", as if calling upon some kind of a devil.

The moment you sat down, the waiter leaned in close and whispered as he set something right before you, "This dish may remind you of the things that scare you". 

No reminder was necessary. The thing that scared you was seated right across from you. 

You cautiously sampled the dish; not so much a bite but more of a gulp. It required a spoon, its formlessness demanded it. Oddly enough, it didn’t taste like cherries or sulphur; it tasted like nothing. Not even dust and ashes, just emptiness. No heaven or hell, no gods or devils, no grand design, no meaning or narrative. Monkey lives, and monkey dies; there's nothing more to it because there was never meant to be anything more. 

It tasted like nothing at all, and you did think that chef conveyed the feeling masterfully - an accomplishment that would likely warrant a four-figure bill, but fortunately, you weren't the one covering it.

"What does it taste like for you?" you asked. "The things that scare you?"

Raphael didn't appreciate the question; his response came after a long pause.

"A cacophony of flavours too complex to describe," he finally answered. "Too chaotic to make sense of."

He was afraid of chaos, of course, ever the control freak. You put the spoon away. Tonight, you were probably getting killed, possibly getting fucked, but one thing was for certain: you wouldn't leave here without feeling hungry.

"So where were we before you left?" Raphael continued nonchalantly, “Theatre of Cruelty isn't about sadism per se, it can be; but must not be. It's about a visceral determination to shatter false realities; to dismantle illusions."

You weren't much of a theatre kid, but in that moment Artaud's philosophy resonated with you in ways it never had before.

“Oh, I get him”, you whispered. “I would love to shatter some illusions as well.”

"I had no doubt that you would understand," Raphael replied, his voice laced with genuine affection. "You possess an artistic flair and a vivid imagination."

“I do”, you nodded. “So vivid I can hear the rustle”.

“The rustle of what?”

“You know what,” you mumbled. His wings. You could feel them fluttering, you could almost outline their shape (could you?) through your blindfold.

Raphael sat across from you with his wings fully extended. Meanwhile, his tail was still misbehaving under the table, prickling against your skin, tickling you, poking against you, goading and provoking you and succeeding at that.  

You couldn't keep going on like this anymore.

That’s it. That’s it, you were personally coming for his bloody tail, wings and horns, you were catching him red-handed, literally so. 

“May I try your dish?”, you said in your sweetest, most seductive voice. 

"Indulge yourself," he said. "What's mine could easily become yours."

Uh-huh.

Pushing yourself up from the chair, you curled your fingers around the table edge to anchor yourself as you navigated the short distance towards where Raphael should have been sitting. 

You stopped just before his seat. Inhaled, exhaled, pausing momentarily before taking the plunge - landing unceremoniously onto his lap. He let out a surprised gasp, a satisfyingly human response to your bold move.

“We could have asked the waiters to switch the plates”, he laughed into your ear, his warm breath tickling you.

“Would you have preferred that?”

He was hard already, almost painfully so (you’d hope painfully so for all the trouble he had put you through), body heat searing even through the thick fabric of his slacks, his bulge pressed against your arse. You couldn't help but imagine it pressing into you, and for a moment, you forgot about what you were supposed to be doing in his lap in the first place. 

"No, I indeed would have not," he confessed, repeating for emphasis: "I would have not."

You made a point of shifting and wriggling all over him until you heard his breath hitch in his throat, and that left you very much satisfied with your newfound power.

Your hand found his and he used it to guide the fork into your mouth.

“How do you like the taste of my fear?”, Raphael asked.

His left hand slightly tugged at your cross. The thing must be annoying him tremendously.

The dish tasted like all the leftovers in the fridge thrown in the pot to make a soup, chaotic, yes, but not disgusting. You weren't going to say that, however. You said, grinning ear to ear, your turn to provoke him now:

“It’s delicious”.

His wings fluttered at your words. You scooted away from his groin as you tried the dish, which he did not seem all too pleased with. He grabbed your hips, the sharp edges of his talons palpable through the fabric of your dress, and pulled you back right onto him 

The layers of fabric that separated the two of you made it difficult to gauge his exact size, but you just knew: he was generously endowed. That was one fact you never questioned. 

Anything else may be up for debate, but not this.

You couldn't help but wonder: what did he look like? You were so curious to see a real-life cambion. Is it like bad CGI or is it like ultra-realistic nightmare fuel?

Your hand slowly found its way to where his wings should have been, and sure enough, they were there.

"Do you know how I feel about the line between reality and fantasy?" Raphael purred in your ear.

His wings quivered under your touch, the raw grain of the leather pulsing under your fingertips as you traced the outline back to his shoulder. You always wondered what they would feel like. Like a rough skinned hide.

They were real. Warm, coarse and real, and he allowed you to touch them. His anatomy doesn't even make sense. How can his back support the weight of his wings? His muscle mass wouldn't be enough. How could he possibly fly?

"There is none. There never was," Raphael continued. "Fantasy bleeds into reality, reality bleeds into fantasy, it's a loop, a circle, an ouroboros. The gap between what we dream of and what we shall do given the opportunity - which we are almost never given -  is non-existent".

He was right about one thing: fantasy bled into your reality; bled all over it.

"I have fantasies that I wouldn't act out in real life," you protested, but not very fervently.

"What might they be?" he asked.

You, for example, you thought and realised that your statement was proving the very opposite of what you wanted it to prove. 

“Oh, many”, you said. “Like… Well, if I could try them out in real life, I would like some…”

You stopped in your words, thinking about your own personal conditions, your limits, your moral compass, and you'd never felt more lost about what those were. 

You struggled to articulate anything coherent. Probably too much wine.

"What would you like, pray tell?" Raphael asked again. "A safety net? Soft and padded escape routes should the monster get too terrifying, too lifelike? Such a scaredy little mouse”.

He was grinding against you at this point: if you ever had any doubt that Raphael wanted you as much as you wanted him, it was gone. 

The 'monster' was becoming frighteningly real and frighteningly hard against you. The things Raphael was saying were undoubtedly all wrong, and you knew you should contradict him, but you could not find the words.

“Says the control freak”, you said. “The ultimate control freak”.

You paused for a moment, wondering if he was familiar with the term "control freak." But then you remembered that he owned two iPhones and drives a car, so he probably was.

"Do not presume to know what I am," Raphael replied icily.

“Oh no, I know exactly who you are,” you protested.

"Is that truly the case, or is it simply a product of your oh-so-vivid imagination?" 

There was such casual, dismissive, cold arrogance in his voice it blinded you even with a blindfold on. How dare he speak to you in such a superior tone with his cock straining against his slacks?

No, you were not fucking imagining things.

Your fingers wrapped around the upper horn, feeling its rough texture and curved shape under your touch. It was massive, making your small palm feel even smaller. You held onto it tightly and gave it a slight squeeze.

He pretended not to notice.

“Caught you by the horn, Raphael,”, you whispered to where his ear should be, and pulled your blindfold down. “Now try to fucking deny that!”.

But there was nothing for him to deny; he didn't have horns at all. Or wings. Or tail, for that matter.

Instead, you were holding onto the curve of his chair, just above his head. The wood was rough and rugged beneath your grip. 

As with all the traps, it was only apparent that it was one after it had already been triggered

Should have checked for the lower horn.

Should have. 

“Oh”, Raphael said in his perfectly human form, still blindfolded, flashing you the most crocodilian smile you’ve ever seen. "Caught you by the hand, you little rule-breaker”.

All the blindfolded people looked exactly your way, as if sirened by his voice, as if tadpoled, possessed by a common will. The murmurs grew louder as the lights flickered back on.

You tried to pull away from him in sheer panic, but Raphael's grip on your wrist tightened before you could fall off his lap.

“You were warned about the rules and yet you chose to break them”, Raphael chided and pulled down his own blindfold. “Tsk-tsk-tsk."

“You made me”, you said. “You provoked me into it”.

"The devil made you do it?" Raphael kept on smiling. "Trick as old as the world itself; believe me, it never worked".

He had a look of pure joy on his face, exactly the same wicked face (you used to think that face was funny, but not anymore) when he declared his victories in the ending, only now he wasn't on your laptop screen, he was inches away from your face.

Then you remembered every debtor in the House of Hope, slowly, one by one, and their punishments. The archivist with the ruptured spine. Ruptured a thousand times. “Because you know how Raphael likes to play”.

At that moment, you wished for a Chinese Great Wall between reality and fantasy. This was real life, real pain, real consequences, your real body, and you only had one. 

Your blood ran several degrees hotter now, sweat poured down your arms.

“Please”, you begged. "Don't kill me. Don't… flay me."

(the very word ‘flay’ seemed so medieval and absurd spoken out loud)

Raphael’s smile widened at your pleas. He squeezed you lightly, in very genuine delight, like a child squeezes his new favourite toy. “Any other requests?”

"Don't break my spine," you whispered, trying to recite the Lord's Prayer in your mind, but from the second line on, your thoughts got all mixed up. 

"Duly noted," he said, swallowing his drink in one gulp and watching you cling to your cross. "I thought you weren't religious. Found your faith now, have you?"

"Will it help?" you asked with a faint hope.

"Well," Raphael tilted his head and grew serious as if he was giving it some actual thought. "Your God is not known for being very helpful. But who knows? Perhaps he will make an exception for you, since you so kindly wore his symbol today."

He shook his head at the last sentence. 

It won't help, you realised and let go of the cross. 

"Put your blindfold back on," Raphael ordered, and you complied immediately. "Ah, such extraordinary speed and obedience! That's a good girl indeed. Ha, Anya, the expression on your face is delightful. You really do enjoy it when I call you that, don't you?"

"I do," you admitted, because you did, and because you desperately wanted to appease him. 

Raphael gave you a kiss on the lips - just a small one, a brushing one, a quick one. You felt his tail flick against your thigh in anticipation. Then he helped you from his lap - his touch surprisingly gentle - to your feet. 

"I will handle this personally," he said to someone in the crowd - presumably the dwarf. "I brought her, she is my responsibility."

"As you wish, R," he replied. "Your kingdom, your rules".

Raphael pushed you towards the stage. He lifted you up onto it with extraordinary ease, as if you were merely a small cat in his arms, when your legs seemed to forget how to climb stairs or move at all.

You didn't resist him; it didn't even occur to you to do so. The security guards weren't there for you, they were there for him, so no help would come from them either. They did not budge, that’s for sure.

No one here would do anything to help you. Let's hope it would be just a public fuck, just a public fuck, just a public fuck, let's pray for a public fuck (no, don't pray to God for that)...

How many people were there? Fifty? With the waiters, sixty? Some of them might know your mother. Colleagues. Neighbours. 

You tripped over something soft, just above your knees. A footrest? A loveseat? What was it? Your fingers traced its surface, trying to decipher its identity by touch alone.

"It's perfectly shaped for you to bend over," Raphael offered you some help. "Something you definitely should bend over."

Slowly, reluctantly, your body obeyed. You sank to your knees and leaned forward, your stomach pressed against the plush fabric, your hands reaching out for stability. You found it on the chair legs - their smooth surface slightly worn from years of use. 

Raphael lifted your dress carefully, taking care not to damage it. Then he slowly pulled your panties down until they rested around your knees (thank God they were so new and pretty). Then he planted a tender kiss on your right buttock, almost chaste in his touch, which was both the hottest and most embarrassing thing you had ever had experienced.

Then he parted your legs slightly. Now he would see that...

He would see that...

"You were really looking forward to your punishment, weren't you? Such a naughty little mouse," he chided. "Was that the very reason you broke my rules?”

A naughty little mouse. In spite of yourself, a smile spread across your face. He finally recognised his true self, and even better, he recognised you. 

You spread your legs a little further. Raphael was standing right behind you, your aching pussy fully exposed to him. 

And everybody else, of course. But you couldn’t see them, hear them, or care less about them. 

Snap.

A sharp sting on your bare bottom that made you gasp in surprise. It wasn't a hand... nor was it a crop... It moved swiftly yet precisely - long and flexible with a pointed end - just what the thing you'd been trying to grab all night had come back for revenge.

You’ve never been whipped, or spanked before. Your exes hadn't been into this sort of play and forcing them into something they were clearly uncomfortable with ruined the whole idea.

You rubbed the spot where the sting still lingered, warmth spreading from it, and for that you got one on the back of your hand.

And another on your calves, another on the bottom of your thighs, another one, this time higher.

And then another.

Each time his tail struck you, you flinched and recoiled in the chair. The initial sharp sting soon gave way to a warm sensation, then heat, and finally a searing burn that slowly engulfed your entire body. 

"Were you looking forward to your punishment, little mouse?" Raphael asked again, his voice a low, soft rumble; like a storm approaching. “Don’t make me ask thrice”. 

Your skin throbbed, burned, but you could tolerate this pain. There was something else beside it. You clutched onto the wooden legs, your hands trembling as you focused on this other feeling. 

Another lash seared across your backside, harder than those before… With this one you realised what you never had a chance to know for sure; that sure; you had been missing out, and terribly so.

You realised that you liked the pain he caused you. No, no; you loved it. Not just the pain; the forbidden, the taboo, the dirty, being bent over dirty in front of a bunch of strangers. So you could not hold back your answer. 

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, shaking, and after another strike from his whip-like tail, you confirmed it with fervour. "YES! YES!"

A small part of you hated yourself for saying it, but a much larger part agreed wholeheartedly. 

The voices in the darkness laughed.

"Ah, so did I, little mouse," Raphael's words were soft, almost reverent. "I've been looking forward to this, terribly, terribly so." 

His voice became more and more disembodied; it seemed to come from everywhere now. The more he spoke, the more disorientated you became. You felt what he said rather than heard it. 

The tail took another wide swing, now slashing across your thighs, leaving rising welts on the skin. You screamed at the burn, less restrained now, and then you screamed like you didn't give a fuck, because you didn't. 

Your eyes glistened, overflowing with unrestrained tears, your blindfold damp; hot trails down your cheeks, the taste of them salty on your lips. Your body was running hot, hotter, hotter, your clit throbbing to the rhythm of this burning.

You were lost in a red-dark haze; the pain had become a background noise, but you couldn't ignore it. And you didn't want to ignore it, intoxicating and addictive and releasing as it was.

Each sting of the whip sent waves of pleasure through your cunt, causing it to clench and release, leaving a trail of wetness on your thighs. Not an orgasm, or maybe it was; you were no longer sure of anything.

"Elle s'est jouie juste en recevant une fessée?" someone to your left snickered. "Putain Raul, où est-ce que tu trouves ces salopes? Pourquoi je trouve jamais des salopes comme…"

"Ta gueule!" Raphael snapped back, and that someone promptly shut up. “Don’t you dare call her that ever again if you want to live”.

Somebody gasped. 

"Touch me... please..." you whimpered, taking advantage of the pause. "Do anything to me... anything!"

Raphael laughed. 

Your mother would be very proud of you now, a nasty little thought crossed your mind and you shoved it away with utter contempt, just like all the other thoughts that screamed at you that what was happening was obscene and obscenely wrong.

"I will, oh, I will," he said. “All in due time. Allow me to help you," he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you to your feet. "The most exciting part of dinner is about to commence."

Raphael reached down to your knees. His fingers brushed the delicate lace of your panties, and in a teasingly slow motion he began to pull them up.

It was the opposite of what you had imagined to be the exciting part.

"What part?" you asked, making another pained, pitiful sob, fully determined to pity him into fucking you.

His hands moved from your waist to straighten your dress, tucking it neatly into place before smoothing down any wrinkles. Your knees were red, and aching from the hardwood floor. You could not see anything, but you were sure your arse was a tapestry of criss-cross red marks.

"Why, dessert, of course," he breathed out with anticipation. "We're about to be served dessert! Let's cross our fingers for chocolate mousse; I've got quite the craving."

You waited, hoping it was a sexual metaphor, though you did not want to think any further about what exactly that metaphor was supposed to stand for.

As he led you back to the table, hand around your waist to guide you, you realised it wasn't. You weren't going to get fucked, at least not right away, which was a far more bitter disappointment than finding out he didn't have horns. 

Raphael was referring to the actual dessert, which he was very much looking forward to. He put you back in your chair as your arse screamed in pain and your pussy screamed in overwhelming need. 

Then he sat down opposite you. The cloth rustled; his blindfold was back on.

And then he continued.

"Pray tell, where was I? Ah yes, the most scandalous fact of all is that there existed but a single - can you imagine, a single! - production in the entirety of the 20th century inspired by Arnaud," Raphael said as the dessert plates descended onto the table. "It bore the title of The Persecution and Assasination of Jean-Paul Marat..."

He said it in one sentence, one bloody sentence, one run-on sentence, without pausing to breathe. 

"...as performed by the inmates of the asylum of Charenton under the direction of the Marquis de Sade..."

The only saving grace in this situation was that the dessert smelled absolutely delicious.

“…staged by Peter Weiß in post-war Germany, early sixties, I believe…”

You nodded and picked up your spoon. Sweet and tangy and oh-so-delicious creamy cherries - you couldn't help but moan in pure bliss, actually moan, and swallow it down with the rest of your pride, sanity and common sense.

What was there left to be embarrassed about?

“…shortly known as “Marat / Sade”. Oh, my dear, you are quite enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

"I am in fucking heaven," you exclaimed with a laugh. 

Raphael cleared his throat at your use of profanity.

You devoured the dessert with gusto, each spoonful better than the last, until there was nothing left but an empty plate and the lingering taste of cherry mousse on your lips.

If it was socially acceptable at a restaurant like that, you would have asked for seconds (not that anything you did here had been appropriate).

“Remove your blindfolds”, the dwarf commanded, and you ripped yours from your face as soon as you heard the verb remove.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, they landed on what was left of your plate. 

Nothing. You had eaten it all, licked it clean.

But on Raphael’s plate, who was sitting right across from you in his human form, about to light another cigarette (oh, now that you saw it, it was actually a cigar), on Raphael's plate... there was still something.

Your stomach cramped and hurt at the sight. 

Cherry red and sticky and slimy and full of texture and mass and shape and... 

And very much like...Very much like......brain tissue...

Which was... 

It was...

You mean ....

***

"What happened?" you asked, your voice groggy.

Your head was nestled in Raphael's lap, his fingers gently stroking through your hair, the soft hum of the car's engine lulling you back to sleep.

"Ah, piccola," Raphael exhaled with an amused sigh, "you decided to take a little nap after the cherry pudding”. 

You were sprawled on the plush leather back of a car, not the one you came in; some other limousine, whatever it was.

"It wasn't the cherry pudding." Your gaze flicked to the front of the vehicle where the driver sat, a dark shadow against the dashboard lights. "I saw something...like brains..."

"My bad, if I knew you were such an impressionable sort, I would have taken you elsewhere," Raphael said. His hand continued to gently stroke your head. "The dish presentation was a bit on the extravagant side, I agree, but trust me, no one was serving us prion diseases."

Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. You were too dazzled to argue anyway.

Raphael was back in his Raul persona. The change was slight, but it was there, in the timbre of his voice, in the movements - more businesslike, more impatient, more "my time is more valuable than yours", with a very slight Italian inflection at the end of sentences.

"I hope you still enjoyed our evening together as much as I did."

"Unforgettable," you said as you rubbed your aching bottom.

"Interesting choice of word," he muttered, gazing out the window with a humanly troubled expression. "I wouldn’t say that, but it was delightful, and hopefully one of many to come."

You felt too sleepy to ask to make any sense of what he was saying - was he saying the evening was delightful, but forgettable? Huh?

Nevermind. Lost in translation, probably.

"Where are we headed?" you asked instead, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes.

"I'm taking you home," he answered. "That's what I promised you."

***

Less than an hour later, you were standing at the door of your apartment, which you had said goodbye to not so long ago, but which you now wished you did not have to see again so soon. 

You leaned against it and looked at Raphael. 

He looked thoughtful, his eyes a dark, glistening honey, the white shirt a little less tightly pressed now, but still tugging at his tanned skin, a thin gold chain around his neck.

In the half-light of the corridor, he looked particularly imaginary. The look suited him. 

What a handsome man, you marvelled. And yet fictional enough that you wanted him to kiss you, despite, well... despite who he was. 

What more could you lose? Your old life was gone the moment he called you a naughty little mouse from the screen.

"I brought you home safely," Raphael said. "I recall I promised to kiss you good night as well”.

You opened your mouth and were about to take a step towards him, but he was faster. He pinned you against the door of the flat. His stubble burned your face and his lips and mouth and skin tasted of tobacco and cherries and expensive leather. Hot and wet and smokey.

You kissed him as voraciously as you had ever kissed anyone before, real or imagined. Your fingers were tugging at his hair, tugging so hard it had to hurt. The skin on the back of his neck was so soft, so unlike him. His tongue was deep in your mouth, ready to plunge straight down your throat and choke you. 

If that's what he wanted, why the hell not?

The only thing you really wanted from him was for him to be as obsessed with you as you were with him. The rest, all the rest, you could live with, learn to live with. The things he might or might not have done, the debtors, the crimes, they weren't real enough anyway, at least not yet. 

That kiss was. You moaned against his mouth, his tongue pushing into your mouth until all you tasted was him, all you breathed was air from his lungs, all you felt was what he felt and what he wanted. 

Then, Raphael pulled away from you, and you wanted to slap him for it, and for a second you seriously believed you would. 

He took a step back, looking both annoyed and defeated and confused, adjusting the gold watch on his wrist. 

"There are certain rules I cannot ignore," he said. "I trust you understand."

There was no rule against fucking on the first date, NO SUCH FUCKING RULE, you wanted to scream at him, and if there was, it had been abolished and overruled long ago, and you didn't understand shit - but instead all that escaped your lips was an almost inaudible "Yes".

"Good," he coldly replied, before bidding you good night and letting the darkness of the staircase swallow him whole.

***

"back home all good," you texted your mum, and within three seconds you got a 'God bless' back, and then a whirlwind of other messages you didn't read.

Your laptop was still wide open, glowing brightly in the darkness of the room. Missed messages, pop-ups, a couple of flashing notifications in the bottom right-hand corner. 

You slammed it down.

Then you took off your clothes and jewellery, your cross, earrings and rings, everything, because everything itched and scratched and yearned and frustrated. Your skin felt like it was on fire, slick with sweat and saliva from his kisses. 

You lay down on your bed and buried your face in the pillow to escape the oppressive heat. It was April, wasn't it? 

Feels like the middle of August.

Exhaustion washed over you, wave after wave, but you didn't want to give in, because you had to think about what had happened, but you couldn't because your brain was melting. So you drifted off to sleep. And as you drifted, just as you were about to drift, a sensation that hadn't bothered you for years crept all over your body.

You recognised it very well. It was unmistakable; once you know it, you know it forever.

The sleep paralysis. 

Your muscles loosened, and your body relaxed as your heart raced in your chest. You took short, sharp breaths. Then a sense of inevitable doom flooded over you.

Your body betrayed you, stuck between dreaming and being awake, betrayed you and left you paralysed and at the mercy of him who you knew was standing in this room right next to your bed. 

Even without smelling the stench of sulphur, you would have sensed his presence like an animal senses a predator.

"I almost forgot, my darling mouse, my apologies," Raphael said. "I did not see to it that you had the sweetest dreams”.

A clawed hand landed beside the pillow your face was plastered to. You stared at it; viscerally real, five long, sharp black talons. Huge. Right beside your pillow and within arm's reach of the bed stand where you had discarded your jewellery (and your cross).

Then you felt his mass settle on you, pressing your prone body into the mattress; heavy, hard, burning hot, and very masculine in its arousal. So hot that you imagined little clouds of smoke rising from him into the air.

"Do not be afraid," Raphael said as he planted hot kisses along the nape of your neck and across your back. "As I have promised, you need not fear me, not me, never me."

You could feel him pushing your knees apart. He rose up and positioned himself behind you, easing between your legs, his shaft rubbing against your slick folds. 

His tail wrapped all around your right leg, as if to protect and hold you close.

You would buck your hips against him, you would moan if you could, to show him how much you wanted him, wanted this, but you couldn't move or make a sound. 

"Just look at you, my needy and desperate little human, my, my, mine" Raphael said with pure admiration, his talons stroking your still aching backside, his forked tongue licking you as if you were the most delicious of all treats. "What an exquisite sight you are. Tell me, does it feel good to finally lie beneath me?”

If you could tell a thing, you would tell him that good was not the right word; divine was the word, blasphemous as it was. 

You felt his thighs press inward, heavy and sure and inescapable.

"You will understand everything in time, I promise," Raphael whispered in your ear. "There are rules we must play by for now. I have not made them, or things would be very different between us.”

Yes, yes, whatever you say, I'll play by your rules, fuck-me-just-fuck-me, you thought, and he granted your wish; you felt the head of his cock push you apart and push into you, and you felt as if this, not any moment before, was the end of all the life you had lived before. 

Every moment felt like a century. It took a millennium for his cock to slide all the way into your pussy, and even though it was too big to fit comfortably, it fit just perfectly.

"Aren't you lovely?" Raphael cooed, his body pressing you into the mattress. "Aren't you so sweet to me? So accommodating, so soft, so deliciously pliant."

He went gentle at first, slow and methodical strokes, not abrupt or hard as you'd feared (or hoped), and you would have screamed if your throat wasn't dead, screamed in bliss, but instead you lay perfectly still under his massive weight, perfectly happy to be suffocated this way, a burden you were always meant to bear.

So many times you've had to fake excitement, moans, orgasms, and the one time you really didn't have to fake anything, you couldn't do anything, all you could do was lie there and enjoy the sensation of being taken. 

It felt so good to be so naked and so helpless. You hoped he liked being inside you as much as you liked having him inside you, because you'd gladly spend every evening of your life lying beneath him.

You listened to his breath, how it quickened with each plunge of his cock, his low grunts, the beads of sweat trickling down your skin, his or yours, you were not sure. 

He thrust in and out of you and you wanted to rub your clit so badly. You never came just from a cock without rubbing your clit. Some women just can't, you read it, not wired that way, not built that way. 

“Do not doubt yourself. I know better what you're capable of; you would be surprised. I will show you."

He picked up the pace now, his hips rolling against your backside, testing the limits of how hard you could take it; the limit being as hard as he wanted to give it to you. 

You were so eager for this orgasm, so sure it would be mind-shattering (what was there left to shatter?), so sure it would be the way it was always supposed to be, the way it was promised to you in all those stories and movies, but it never was quite that. 

Each thrust brought that promise closer. He hovered over you on one elbow; the claws of his other hand tickled your side, from the edge of your thigh to the outline of your breast. 

"You've already done so much for me, my little mouse, and you've done so well. Opened the door to this wonderful, powerful world," Raphael said, but his words suddenly lost all meaning except for the fact that it was his voice and he was moving on top of you. "I owe you a thanks and I do promise to repay you in kind."

Then it came, it came, his cock bringing it to you, drilling it into you, thrusting it into you, pushing it into you, giving it to you, that foamy heaviness building to an explosion of pure distilled pleasure. 

There you were, in its eye, feeling the violent trembling of your legs, drenched in a pool of sweat forming beneath you, your drool on the pillow, orgasm twisting your insides into a knot. 

In that moment, right there, everything clicked into place and you finally got it.

Why everything revolved around sex, or its promise, or its danger. Why people wanted to ban it, shut it down forever, exorcise it, control it, and how terribly right they were (and how terribly wrong).

Why it's all about that.

The veil that hung over the world was pushed inwards, and you started seeing things that were not there, yes, but also the things you could not see before.

You were falling into a very dark, very black and very long abyss, euphoric, life-altering - and life-threatening - and you hoped that this fall would never end, but it did end, it ended in blackness, in nothingness, except for the last words:

"But know this, my little mouse

your work for me

is not yet 

done”.

[rius-cave]

*Crawls out of the void* Did someone say recommending fandub of Hellaverse songs? :0

Anyway- What I have for you is a Turkish fandub of the song House of Asmodeus in Helluva, which single handedly convinced me that these guys should be the official Turkish dubbing team of the show lol

Give it a try if you’d like and don’t mind the different language! I personally like how more emotional and angry Verosika sounds and how Asmodeus sings lol, as well as the other VAs who did a good job.

https://youtu.be/nt0LNf7Gc18?si=P9m6UqUmDUTTSDy5

Oh man, Verosika is probably the better singer in this whole song for me LOL but I have to say I also really loved Moxxie's and Fizz's performances! Blitz's voice was p spot on too!

Crazy that this is fanmade, it's very well done and has a lot of quality

[farasen]

DWK Iceberg

Tried to make it as full as I can, but there could be stuff that I'm missing or simply can't remember, but I hope it's good enough

I think first two layers are clear: the sky is for general information that most people expect to see when finding this media, and the top is for those who watched the series. I think I should break down some points in the rest.

Layer 3

Book version of s1. That's all it is. It has a map and character descriptions, but nothing interesting beside that.

Level 2.0 books. Haven't read them, so I can't tell what's happening there. I'm not sure if it's even based off the animated series, I think it bases on the original books, but it uses the series characters designs.

Markus' mother, Raban's aunt. In s1e5 you can see Markus' mother, Tamara. Raban's aunt is mentioned in s2e4, she lives in Höchstadt.

Surnames. Only a few characters have canon surnames in the series, the rest are taken from books and movies.

Layer 4

Map. From the book that I've mentioned in layer 3.

Beta designs. Honestly, I have no idea what that is and where it came from. I assume it's old designs, but I'm not sure.

Absence of s1e10 in Finnish dub. I heard it was banned due to depiction of cruel bullying.

Spanish Deniz. So they've changed his name to Rico Perez in eng version and now many Russians and probably English viewers who don't know about the original think he has spanish roots instead of turkish.

Layer 5

Marlon without dredlocks. There's merch where Marlon is depicted with loose hair.

Nerv and others in lvl 2 books. They're litteraly on the cover. Also would like to mention a different cover for that book that I've found.

Arabic intro. Nothing special, you just get to see this lil thing at the beginning.

April. A girl from lvl 2 books that seems to be Marlon's love interest or something???

Layer 6

Conny had alcoholism. A theory about the reason why Jojo ended up in a orphanage. It appears to be canon in the books, as far as I know.

Surnames. Natasha's surname comes from the 6th film I think, there was a niece of Mickey with that surname.

The holy apple vodka. A local meme in Russian community from, like, 2019 or 2020 I guess.

Censorship. You can see the full clip here.

Shimeji Leon. This guy.

Layer 7

Weird implications. It's just... The Mayer thing.

Franz is Jojo's dad. I mean look at them.

Refences to serial killers. In s1e10 you can see doorbells with the names of some serial killers/rapists, cult leaders and tyrants. Why would they put that in a kids show? Idk

Deleted animation meme. ''Untrust us'' meme based off Benz' dark AU and created by her as well.

Layer 8

Here assembled things I think very few people know about or seen??? Even I don't know what are some of those.

The play. No Idea what this is, but maybe a play of some kind...

DWK website. Or a game?? Idk, I just found this pic like 5 years ago or so.

Deleted tributes. Clips that I've made at the age of 11, inspired by those mlp slideshows and posted it on YouTube. You never gonna see it tho.

Mettaton Markus. Yeah, that happened.

Leon/Sailor Moon. Oh, deviantart, thank you for having people that do these edits.

[rooksamoris]

I just read your thoughts about Scarabia and Leona's arc development in game, and I got very interested.

There's very little info on Arabian culture online, at least that I've seen, and also African. A thing that makes me very curious is about their mythologies, folklore, and also music. We know a lot about food, since it's something so universal, but the rest is hard to get info on, unless it gets popularized or romanticized by someone else.

The scarabia arc is one of my favorites for a reason, and that is because I'm very sympathetic with Jamil, and very sad how his and Kalim's story together got so "twisted" so fast (ehe). Honestly there are so many layers to it that it would take many many chapters, and events, to close the situation. But I think it's good they left the future open like that, since it's something that can't be fixed overnight.

And also, *gets down* PLS PLS PLS PLS 🙏 I love the fluffy fics, are you going to also add Bolllywood songs? They are so good seriously it's so dancing and fun! I love Jamil so much and I MELTED with the headcanon short fic where we are taking care of him. I wanna hold his precious handsome face and just kiss it all over! He is so cute I will go FERAL-

hey qamar 💕 this was a pleasure to read! honestly, i feel like both the scarabia and savannaclaw chapters were too short? of course, we were introduced to the themes and then the whole conflict—resolution mountain for stories, however i just feel like they could have done more with the both of them.

also, i think the reason why the southwest-asian and african themes aren’t covered is because the source material is literally disney films 💀 like we get a warning before rewatching aladdin since they just now realized it was kind of racist (still a major part of my childhood though 😭 “a whole new world” in arabic is delicious). based on how yana has written other characters that are meant to be from south asia, there’s a big chance it would have been disappointing anyways.

plus, with scarabia in particular, there’s too many cultures trying to be represented due to how colonizers deemed all of the countries to be the same thing in different fonts 💀 you’d never confuse a nepali with an omani, but winston churchill sure did not care.

the original aladdin movie was meant to take place in baghdad, a city in iraq, but due to political conflicts at the time (george bush a war criminal regardless of saddam hussein’s crimes. the usa literally gave saddam weapons to kill kurds and then turned around and invaded when he wasn’t convenient anymore 💀). baghdad became agrabah—but the culture is still an amalgamation of west asian, south asian, north african, and like eurasian/turkish culture. im sure they’ve got stuff from central asia too 😭

the issue with this is that from ethnic group to ethnic group/country to country, the culture varies a lot. yemenis and palestinians are both arabs, but our cultures are vastly different, with yemenis having more eastern african influences and palestinians having mediterranean influences. i personally headcanon the scarabia duo as arab, but honestly, they could be from anywhere. for all we know, kalim is afghan and jamil is tunisian—it’s all up in the air due to the original source material. but i digress!! i rambled a lot 😭

ON THE BOLLYWOOD NOTE! omg this brought so many good memories back. we used to watch bollywood films with shitty arabic dubs 🥹 i miss those days. i love that idea and ive always wanted to write bollywood inspired fics, like based on the crazy and unrealistic romantic moments in bollywood. it’s just so much fun lmao. honestly, i think that’s a great idea especially when so many bollywood songs just lead the listener through a story anyways. im so glad you enjoy my fics!!! that’s very sweet 💕 have a great day, qamar, and take care of yourself

[moonwritersblog]

Big Chin + Itchy Hair | ROTTMNT comic dub double

Fancomic drawn by @mrabubu and @dylniz , respectively

Don't forget to like and comment on my comic dub. Also, you can subscribe to my channel and follow the fancomic owner on Tumblr anytime you want! ;)

[cozy-axolotl]

IM SO SAD I JUST DISCOVERED YOU AT THE END OF AUGUST LOL i love ur art !! and i love each and every godot :]]

if you are still looking for ideas for the final days, how about godot in Yusuf Dikec’s classic pose (the turkish olympic shooter)

#28

BREAKING NEWS

Prosecutor replaces bullets in gun with coffee and starts shooting teammates and opponents dubbing himself quote “Literal legend”

Thank you for the suggestion!

[aimbutmiss]

Whenever I remember the Turkish dub of One Piece exists it makes me laugh so hard. Because the only clips we have of it sound like they shoved the mics up their asses and I love that.

There's also virtually no information about it. Only a few, very short clips and forum posts about people who watched it as a kid. I still can't quite figure out when it started to air and when it stopped. All I know is that it stopped airing before the 4kids dub in America started to do so in 2004, so they were using the og which was their very quick downfall. They had to stop airing it because of Sanji's cigarette (?) I think, but the fight scenes might have had something to do with it too. They stopped dubbing after the Baratie I believe (again it's kind of hard to find information and I am not old enough to remember one piece ever airing on tv here)

Also to whoever translated the script, what the fuck were you thinking?? Horrible translation. Adds to the funniness though.

[meirimerens]

Hiya again, hope you don’t mind if I offered my two cents to points you raised in response to my last ask (wasn’t confident the comment section would fit everything)? So fun to find someone who shares my enthusiasm, though I apologize for the length in advance!

May God rest your grandpa’s soul. Can you believe I have twin uncles with similar noses: the elder a civil engineer & the younger an architect? Though they wouldn’t be any happier to know of the comparison. We develop a special relationship with PathoNPCs who remind us of our IRL loved ones, don’t we, which is the power of this game grounding itself in the wake of its own absurdity <3

It’s as you said; I grew up around Irani girls & most get rhinoplasty as soon as they move back, then chalk it up to respiratory issues—the Turks as well 💔 a common sight in Turkish/Iranian cinema for female characters to walk around with post-op bandages. Sadly, I suspect—at the risk of sounding reductive—it’s a symptom of cognitive dissonance within a society that popularly insists upon whiteness to distinguish itself from its ‘brown’ neighbors, so that even the many women who don’t participate in that campaign still feel the pressure to surrender their angel wings :(

Capella’s 3D model has a big nose in Classic! It takes up quite a portion of her features. Her design in 2, like the Stamatins, doesn’t do it justice—but it’s why I favor her Classic visage over her P2 doll face & think of her as a girl most boys find ‘plain’ despite her prissy, precious femininity. Sad but cute, like her. Of course Khan gets it though🤞solidarity

Oooh, I thought Farkhad was named فرخاد rather than فرهاد—that the “h” in the English dub were simply Anglophone VAs’ inability to pronounce “kh” (without turning it into a hard k, like some do to Khan, poor boy). But I do believe you’re right, فرهاد is more common as a given name. I adore the magnificence of Middle Eastern architects’ works, particularly in religious edifices, and observe such influences on the Classic Stillwater & Cathedral (Eva’s beloveds)! RIP to both in 2, IPL no longer understands. But the Armenian rugs in 3’s Stillwater…hope springs eternal. Actually, Eva’s bellydancer-esque outfit gives me the impression of a yt girl who’d be in love with Orientalist art/archetypes & Farkhad has to hold her hand like “my dear… Listen.” I like to imagine Eva overplucked the Stamatins’ brows on a whim to ‘prettify’ them so they spend 12 days waiting for their angelic wings’ return. Otherwise, seeing them/Dankovsky represented with my features (a simple Arab girl who wants to see herself in these hwite men?) is fun, so IPL should canonize his Classic portrait moles.

How could anyone complain about your herbridery, I’ve been yearning for more Ayan & Vera. Your art of the Brides weeping over a hole in Mother Boddho struck me, since I initially took it for their grief for Isidor, which inspired reflection on his potentially all-blanketing (?) fatherhood to them&whether that relationship is inherited by every Menkhu, and… their very presence can be so revealing of the male characters, by the way. Smoothest segue into the fact that Vera used to play in the Polyhedron—what did Khan know about her we don’t?

Nina is AN AQUILINE NOSE WOMAN many Turkish actresses to take as her face claim. This one doesn’t have an aquiline nose but I’ve chosen Turkan Soray for Nina. As for Khan. I showed an IRL your art of him captioned ‘your dogs and my hounds’ (my first glimpse of Khan) and she said, “This guy looks like Zayn Malik??” I’m blown away. Not my face claim, only letting you know that your art has the intended effect of evoking the Other in a white boy ☺️

Finally, Maria’s chin mole is so perfect for a femme fatale, which creates visual intrigue when I spot it on a male character. Didn’t notice Khan had a chin mole! How sweet 😣💕

smiles hiiii welcome back ^_^

and omg... the twin uncles...... this happened to my buddy khan as well except his twin uncles had a seven billion years age difference [mom was weirder than his] [it can happen #womepower]... life so beautiful when you think about it. blessings upon you twin uncles may their practice and craft be honed and delicious. my grandpa was a profoundly pragmatic man who liked to center the Human in architectural design so he would have beat the Utopians over the head with a cane i'll tell you that much.

and it is so sad..... people Way More Competent To Speak About This Than Me have spoken and written at length about intra-community/intra-ethnicgroup like "pursuit of white[r]ness" to distinguish oneself from neighbors (one of the bigger examples that come to mind is india and it's valuing of paleness in women which cross-references itself with socio-economics and through the caste system but i'm nowhere near well read enough on this to keep talkin) it's not like its a new thing but with more accessible media (social and otherwise) + availability of cosmetic surgery the lengths one can go to are greater. weep and crawling and despairing and all. what did your own bones and cartilages ever do to you.

Capella Paragraph : SHE DOES it's quite prominent. upturned (very scary) when i draw her i like to base myself on her human portrait.... her little nostrils... her waves.... should've let her have those the fuck. indeed i find her portrait quite doll-like but in a strange and unusual and somewhat unnerving way. reminds me of some portraits in road dahl's books i was reading as a kid there's this one artist who did so many of the illustrations for those that's what she reminds me of. i think her thick eyelids also work in that favor. idk who that model is but a GREAT capella she makes. chapped lips havers stick together also.

Farkhad Paragraph : i'd make sense to me (+need to find The Thesis) as An Architect that he'd have been named after the Far(k)had of Khosrow and Shirin poem, architect maker of "three monumental works" [the cathedral, the stillwater, and.......] whose name as far as i can find is spelled far(k)had فرهاد in the russian text his name is spelled Фархад with that "х" and that х is like. international phonetic alphabet [x] (velar fricative) while ها is IPA [h] (glottal fricative)... russian afaik does not have glottal fricative [h] the closest thing is velar fricative [x] so in the case of farkhad's name i think you are perfectly justified thinking it'd be خا instead of ها and indeed خا is IPA [x] in the same way russian "х" is but i think (or like to think. smiles) they named him after Literary Architect Who Killed Himself In The End [they wishhhh] فرهاد and in russian used the consonants they had. ("so no head?" voice) so no glottal fricative?

Farkhad Paragraph Continuation : first of all #rugsforever i'm so sad P2 stripped all of the town of them. like even notwithstanding the kazakh/tadjik/turkmen/armenian/persian influences of The Rug it's such a russian thing too and they live there like rug to the walls come on now... bring back the rugs 2025 i'm not fucking around anymore. re:Eva I'M ALWAYS SAYING THISSSS okay i'm gonna try to make it short but in p2 her thing is The Herb Brides right she's trying to get into the closed practice of herb bridery because she's desperately looking for MEANING and it's obvious to her the brides have MEANING. there's a sense of appropriation (fueled by a great emptiness and distress, she's a very compelling character i'm not saying 🫵 CULTURALLY APPROPRIATING WHITE GIRL 🫵 just to say it, the game is explicit about it, and Burakh tries to convince her to drop that act (for it is an act) i'm saying Yes She Is and it is very interesting and revealing of her character to understand why she does it [emptiness, meaninglessness, despair, etc]) which matters to her character BUT☝ i'd argue her p1 orientalist/orientalisant outfit fits just as much. Orientalism as an art movement in europe is intertwined with Romantism: the Passions and Turmoils and Emotions of romantism were transposed into an ~oriental~ setting to ~heighten~ such feelings and whatnot. and eva is a deeply Romantic character [as in, the art movement]. i seeee her i seeeee how her orientalisant outfit is just one more way she's trying to put meaning into her life through projecting herself into fantasies, into make-believe worlds tainted of Otherness and Othering. trying to "live in a painting" - literally. funny enough, since she "lives in a game"... which is a painting you can move in, in a way, and that speaks. it's kinda almost funny of IPL's part like Oh we not fuckin wit orientalism anymore we feeling like it's too shaky grounds maybe? but we're gonna double down on the Not That Well Handled make-believe centraleast asian ethnic group? wordddd okay

Dankovsky Paragraph: it is real and IPL should canonize back his portrait's eyebrows that converge towards each other in the middle like feathers they already canonized the scar of his portrait. come on doesn't the gentleman make a great bachelor. you've taken his nose too!

The Herb Brides Paragraph : even if the people complained I Wouldn't Stop... herb brides get behind me etc etc old record by now. i neeeed to get back to my willow mellow (/vera) & ayan grind but for now ☝ i'm makin lore rn i'm makin lore. and 🤫 i didn't say who/what what they were weeping over for a reason...🤫 trust and believe it is all true. what is? yes. vera is so fascinating to me as like... technically a changeling in her own right, yeah... the bride not bride... in my lore she'd still be a "maiden" at her age... trust and believe (believe what? yes)

The Nina Paragraph: we are literally talkinggggg i had one picture (iirc model is Lebanese i forgor her name) in mind i'm vaguely using as faceclaim and just tweaking stuff so i'm kinda #set. giving her darker eyes and stronger nose and bushier brows though it has to be done. funny to me to imagine her black-eyed when her children have these evil blue eyes. this is significant it means they're messed up (you've seen the blue-eyed brunettes of ToG? except lara maybe they're all sickos. there is a moral story to blue eyes in this. i jest.) Turkan Soray gorgeous woman i love how her makeup seems to accentuate her dark eyes now we're cooking with some new and improved flame.

The Khan Paragraph: I GIGGLEDDDD I DID... okay now we fw it... rip kaspar khan victorovich kain i think if one of the doghead girls had known of one direction you would have not heard the end of it [i do not know what malik does these days and i didn't know what he was doing in OD either but i know Of it]

The Kain Children Moles Paragraph: WE LOVE A GOOD CHIN MOLE for a woman especially... also i knew i was not tweaking HER P1 PORTRAIT HAS A NOSE MOLE IT AL COMES TOGETHER ‼️ she has it i've given it to her because of her portrait and it fits with her brother and their mama [in my mind's eye]... and khan does have chin moles two ✌️ of them. some on his forehead too. map incoming eventually. for nina kaina so loved her gay son when he came out of the womb she took a thin paintbrush to his face and dotted black ink on his face. to annoy me looking for them specifically. nina kaina if you were not a black-eyed bushy-browed brunettes i would not have forgiven you. but you are so it's all okay.

^ long my bad sorry.

the people love to discuss and to converse... thank you for your stay on the My Blog podcast... but it's just me

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Have you watched magnificent century??? I feel like you’ve captured suleymans character really well!

i did!!! i think i was quiet young when it came out and my mom used to watch the dubbed show- back then i was sooo mesmerised by their dresses and beauty, honestly turkish people beauty is on a whole another level- TO THIS DAY!

then during exam season, i used to watch it on youtube with subs. i didnt watch the whole show, no- the only turkish drama i ever watched to the end was- ask memnu. its iconic, legendary- love it.

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Yess, I found a man for Eyre (Yeah, another multiverse crackship lol)

ALI FROM MUCIZE DOKTOR (A Turkish telenovela or Dizi, yeah I actually love Dizis so damn much don't judge me)

(Don't worry, that is cool to enjoy Dizis and if it make you happy, that is all it matters. I don't have much experience with Dizis or in general with Turkish shows. I did watch Muhteşem Yüzyıl/Magnificent Century on youtube recently myself and my mom watches Turkish dramas/telenovelas but dubbed though.) Eyre would love him for sure, maybe as a slow burn, partners in a project to lovers or little silly Ali perhaps having his doctor stressed out moments and said, "God please take me out of this." and Eyre appeared taking Ali away doing what Ali wanted in an unexpectedly way 😂 I feel Eyre and Ali will get along really well especially Eyre because he love intelligent people, loving the mental simulation from their conversations and talking so much range of topics, even better linking to robots/technology hehe. I have not seen Mucize Doctor and I have no idea Ali's character is like but I have a feeling from his picture that he seems to be a rule breaker and that he will do anything for his patients and to some extent to Eyre because Kaioshin can't heal (so Ali will be happy to help Eyre out if he is injured), consequences be damned

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skipper has like four different voice actors in the turkish dub for all the movies and the tv show and i fucking love all of them but especially the first one they used for seasons 1 and 2. skippers turkish va i want you so bad