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torchbearerkyle · 1 month ago

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When the summer dies (I'm with you always)

Chapter 3

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Warnings: Ron is a warning in itself

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the HBO War series Band of Brothers and the actors' portrayals of the real WW2 veterans who I have the upmost respect and gratitude for. I do not in any way mean any disrespect to them.

The second day of your stay was surprisingly more hectic than the first. Major Howe had you tailing him again, and this time he didn’t shy away from meticulous inspections.

His gaze moved like a scalpel, first across the bunks, then up the dust-lined window sills. The air, thick with the smell of canvas, tobacco and leather seemed to tense along with the soldiers standing at attention in front of their bunks. Easy was one of the only Companies to be scrutinised with more inspection than others. Colonel Sink had proudly exclaimed that they were one of their best despite having only a few months worth of training, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Captain Sobel’s ego had something to do with it. Lieutenant Winters stood to the side, back straight and eyes trained on the Inspecting Officer. His arms were behind his back, every nerve on alert as he gazed at his men once in a while. He tried maintaining a constant air of calmness, fearful that if one of the men saw him flinch, they might too.

Major Howe spared no smile or greeting, only a crisp salute in return to what he received when he entered the bunkhouse with purpose.

The bunks were so tight they could bounce off a coin. Rifles lined the rack like they had been measured. You watched as his gaze skimmed across the row of cots, each one made to regulation: tight hospital corners, blankets folded precisely and pillows aligned like they had been measured. The Major paused at the last bunk, dropped to one knee and ran two fingers along the underside of the frame. Then, abruptly stood up, and opened the footlocker beside him without asking. He closed it after nothing of importance caught his attention, mumbling to himself as he moved on. “Whose rifle is this?” the officer asked, stopping beside a rack where one M1 Garand was slightly out of line.

“Private Malarkey’s, Sir,” came a quick reply.

The rifle was picked up and turned. A cloth ran along its barrel. No grime. He tilted his head to the side.

“Corporal,” he said and the clipboard scratched quickly as you took notes.

Sergeant Talbert Floyd was sweating heavily under his collar. He had been through marches and drills with Sobel but this— being judged by someone who reported straight to the War Department— made even the most hardened men nervous. He silently willed himself to be as calm as the guilty man in front of him, Liebgott, who he knew had gotten in a fight the night before, and nursed nasty bruised knuckles behind his back. His eyebrow twitched, fear swirling in his stomach as the Major’s aide, a woman—who he would have most likely shamelessly flirted with, had they been anywhere else— moved silently behind the Major. You sauntered like you belonged here, not even a hint of nervousness displayed on your face despite being surrounded entirely by men.

He resisted the urge to shift, hoping his leg blocked most of the view of his cot. Talbert had hastily wedged a photograph between the tight space of his bed frame and his footlocker. Had he left it there, he would have probably been stripped of his rank for not displaying proper example to the men. He swallowed, eyes fixed on Liebgott.

The nervousness buzzing all around the bunkhouse was slowly catching up to you, and you weren’t even the one being subjected to the thorough inspection. Liebgott, the familiar face of yesterday, stood tall. A false look of confidence on his face making up for the knuckles he was actively hiding. You said nothing.

The one in front of him, however, radiated the opposite of confidence. The beads of sweat rolling down his forehead had you looking away, aware of the fact that his nervousness would only grow tenfold with the more attention he received. You glanced back at your notes before something on your left caught your eye—just visible, not fully. Between the footlocker and the cot, was a folded photograph. Your gaze flicked briefly to Talbert, standing stiff, jaw clenched like a man waiting for a verdict. Then to Winters, posted by the wall, unreadable as stone.

Then back to the photograph.

Technically, they were considered to be personal items.

Probably something inappropriate he knew would get confiscated, had it been found.

You looked away. Not one more glance. No note.

Just silence.

Major Howe walked the entire length, then turned. His eyes briefly met Winters’. No approval, no condemnation. Just assessment. Then he spoke.

“No deficiencies noted. Maintain this standard.”

And just like that, you were both gone.

The moment the door shut, the room seemed to exhale at once. Shoulders sagged and chests lifted. A quiet murmur rippled through the barracks— not quite celebration but relief.

“Nice work, men,” Winters said, low but clear and allowed the corner of his mouth to lift. Seconds later, he was out of the door too and the murmur became even louder.

Talbert sat on his cot, head in his hands as he sighed.

“The hell ya’ thinking, hiding that in there?” Randleman, the tallest and broadest of them all muttered disapprovingly as he gestured to the folded photograph clearly visible from his bunk.

“Yeah Tab, you wanted to scar that broad for life with that or what?” Luz joked. The content of the photograph wasn’t a well kept secret and Tab wasn’t the type of man to deny others their pleasure, not when they were willing to pay up for it, of course. The man only offered an eye roll in response to George’s quip, his finger playing with the undone thread on his bedsheet. You saw it. He had noticed your slight hesitation ,and then the way you had just dismissed it, going on like you had seen nothing. As if the thought had just flown out of your mind. Even your body language was as unreadable as your face, he thought.

The corridor outside Colonel Sink’s office was narrow and had a hint of dust and oiled leather. You adjusted your grip on the manila folder— unmarked, sealed, edges squared. Inside were orders only the Colonel had clearance to see. The setting sun had an orange glow spilling into the room like weed in a badly kept garden. You shifted in your seat slowly, trying your best to avoid the legs from squeaking under you.

Colonel Sink’s secretary looked up from his typewriter, lips stretched in an unpleasant smile as a creak broke the silence. You held back a wince and mumbled a soft apology before the door of the office opened, and out walked Major Howe, his hair stuck to his forehead, and a faint smell of tobacco following him as he left after a nod of acknowledgment.

The secretary was already up on his feet. He knocked twice on the door, sharp and even with military precision.

“Enter.”

Sink’s voice was clipped, unmistakable.

You stood up, hands hastily brushing the lint off your service skirt as you walked to the door. You stepped in, leather oxfords firm on the wooden floor. The colonel was seated at his desk, sleeves rolled to the elbow, a pencil tapping idly against a legal pad. He looked up right away, hands brushing the rest of his notes aside as if he was ready to be served a five star dinner.

“Corporal, I am expecting you a day earlier,” he said without wasting a single breath.

“I apologise, Sir. Major Howe thought it was best I make his rounds with him,” you replied, hands clasping behind your back.

“Naturally,” he murmured before continuing, his voice firm again, “I believe you have something for me from General Marshall.” You stepped closer to the desk, silently hoping the mask of indifference was hiding your confusion before holding out the file to the man.

Naturally?

What was that even supposed to mean?

Your jaw tightened, irritation flooding the pit of your stomach. Just because you were the General’s personal aide didn’t mean you were just anyone’s. You were here with a task to complete too yet the Major had deemed it fit for you to take over the job of his own assistant, why? Just because you were a woman? You were slowly growing sick of being undervalued, overworked and gawked at like you were a piece of ancient artefact people could buy at an auction.

Sink took the folder without another word. His eyes scanned the seal first, then the initials inked beside it. He expressed his satisfaction with a small grunt before breaking the clasp. You stepped back again, the distance acting as a buffer as the Colonel flipped through the content with brief, surgical movements.

You stood still, trying not to focus on the red-stamped header.

Operational Order — Eyes Only

Instead you glanced at the window behind the desk. The Colonel had a good view of Camp Toccoa even holed up in his office. The barracks was mostly hidden from view, but the obstacle course and the shooting range were right in the centre, with Mount Currahee hovering in the distance. Specks of white PT gear occasionally made their appearances as the path to the top snaked into view.

Sink didn’t speak for a long moment. He read with his brow slightly furrowed and lips pressed thin. The file was thick despite the thin pages, and you knew, even without a glance, that he wasn’t even close to done.

The Colonel rubbed his chin in thought before setting his eyes on you.

“Thank you, Corporal. That will be all for now.” He closed the file and set it aside. Then looked directly at you calmly, but with a hard edge that made you straighten your spine. You nodded, not processing the fact that he didn’t even give you a receipt for delivery until you saluted, turned on your heels and left the office.

The meeting with Colonel Sink had only left you more lost and confused. The tension in his shoulders and the uncertainty radiating off of him weren’t something you would generally take as a good sign. You let out a sigh as you left the CP. It wasn’t your place to worry about operational orders now that you weren’t even in the field anymore, but instincts were instincts. There was nothing you could do to override the habits drilled into you since your training days.

You scratched your palm unconsciously, the scar an angry red as the rest of your palm paled.

The sun had set long ago yet the glow still lingered as you walked back towards HQ where you knew Mikey might be around. The shooting range was very much alive with dust, sweat and yelling everywhere. You ignored the stares, keeping your eyes straight down the path as the sounds faded into the background the further away you got.

You nearly collided with someone rounding a corner — a lean, sweat soaked soldier with sharp features and unreadable eyes.

Speirs.

“Watch it,” he muttered, catching your elbow without ceremony before stepping past. You froze. The warmth of his hand seeping through your shirt. You almost shivered at the touch.

“I will try not to get on your way next time,” you said with a tight exhale through the nose. You brushed off your sleeve before looking up again with a faint practiced smile. A smile you knew displayed the mild annoyance on your face.

He stopped.

Turned just enough to glance at you, not hostile, just vaguely entertained, as though surprised you’d spoken back. Most of the men didn’t.

“You don’t look like you belong here.”

Ah, there it was.

“Neither do half the ones still trying to catch their breath,” you replied, head tilting to the men who’d just come back from the 6 miles hike up and down Currahee.

He cracked a smile. Dry but amused. A tinge of warmness swam in his eyes before it disappeared as quickly as it surfaced, almost like it was never there to begin with. It felt unlike him. You hadn’t expected that from the man who had been so harsh and commanding at the obstacle course yesterday.

Speirs nodded toward the mountain behind them.

“Currahee sorts that out quickly.”

“So I heard,” you replied quietly. Lieutenant Speirs was an intriguing man. You’d taken pride in figuring out people quickly, that’s made you so efficient out there yet the man in front of you had a way of leading you to dead-ends and turning you around in circles.

Speirs didn’t mean to bump into you, The corner was blind and the place chaos as a full company ran down the path, boots, flaky earth and bodies still dragging after Currahee. Your response was enough to stop him in his tracks. Not out of offence, it didn’t sting, but something about the tone curled behind his ribs. Just enough bite to be noticed.

He glanced at you.

You weren’t civilian detail, that was clear. The ribbons and the jump-wings were statements enough. You smelled of D.C air and closely guarded state secrets.

You weren’t flustered, and weren't shrinking, either.

Of course you weren’t.

That’s what caught his attention, not the chest candy, but the way you weren’t shaking like a leaf. You held yourself with grace and elegance befitting a woman, but there was something so raw yet so refined and polished about you.

You moved with practised ease, every movement deliberate and full of intention.

Getting what he wanted wasn’t luck. It was the air of menace and intimidation he gave off honed over the years, sharpened by the quiet art of reading people better than they read him.

Yet, as he held your gaze, steady and unblinking, he got nothing, but what you wanted him to read off of you. His heavy stare bounced off an invisible wall.

You were a mystery.

Speirs gave you one last unreadable look and a slight nod, then turned and walked off through the dry mud, leaving the air heavier than before.

You watched him go, unsure of what exactly unfolded.

Your scar itched again and you found yourself scratching your palm before continuing the walk back to HQ, your mind cloudy with everything that's been going on since you stepped foot onto Camp Toccoa.

The sky had darkened by the time 1800 rolled by. You found yourself leaning against a wooden post by the supply depot, the sounds of the camp soothing some of your anxieties. Your room was too quiet. The silence, something you used to greatly value in your childhood, was now a breeding ground for doubt, guilt and fear. The rest of the inspection had wrapped, but you didn’t move, just stood there watching the chaos of another Company’s post-Currahee exhaustion settle like dust.

You fumbled with your lighter, fingers running over the worn out marking stamped at the bottom, deep in thought.

Lewis Nixon spotted you on his way back from supply. Most visitors didn’t hang around long. Most didn’t look quite so unperturbed, either. He veered your way.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps until they were too close to ignore. The world had narrowed, the low hum of distant voices, the rhythmic scrape of wind, all blurred behind the memories of snow that had taken hold of you. Then came the shift: subtle but certain, like a change of air pressure in the middle of a storm.

“Waiting for a ride out, or just trying to see how long it takes someone to drop dead?”

The words split your thoughts like a crack of light through heavy drapes. You blinked and looked towards the one who’d spoken, a man with a familiar shock of dark hair.

“A little bit of both, maybe,” you answered, shifting on your feet.

Nixon grinned faintly, stopping a few feet away.

“You don’t look like the clipboard type.” You let his words settle for a few seconds. He wasn’t particularly wrong.

“What’s a clipboard type?”

“Less mud. More frowning.”

You raised a brow.

“I’m adaptable.” And yet you were still here, typing reports and taking notes instead of jumping into France or Germany, you thought bitterly.

“That’ll help.”

He didn’t say anything else right away, just looked out towards the field, where Easy Company was finally limping back from Currahee. Shouts and laughter and curses trailed behind them like smoke escaping a chimney.

“Rough day?” you said quietly, fingers still fumbling with the lighter.

“Standard. If they’re not cursing, they’re probably unconscious,” he said, his eyes coming to rest on you. The brass of the lighter caught the light briefly— just enough to make it glint like a signal.

A restless sort of ritual. But he didn’t ask.

Instead, he stayed quiet, silently observing like he always did.

In his stillness, you kept toying with the lighter.

As if trying to find the beginning of a story you weren’t ready to tell.

You opened your mouth to say something else, but he cut in first, easy and curious.

“So, the War Department’s sending people out for fun now?” You paused, fingers coming to a rest as you pocketed your lighter.

“Inspection routine.” It wasn’t a lie per say, and it wasn’t the truth either but he didn’t need to know that, did he?

“Sure.”

You glanced at him. His tone wasn’t accusing, just… knowing. Like he knew something you didn’t.

“You always this nosy, Lieutenant?” you asked, a grin curling on your lips.

“Only when someone’s interesting. It’s not everyday you see a dame with jump wings in here,” he answered truthfully, eyes wrinkling as a lazy smile graced his face. You only hummed in response.

Before you could say anything more, another voice came, quieter and more grounded. Closer than expected.

“Lewis.”

Lieutenant Nixon turned, unsurprised. Winters came to a stop near him, posture straight and face composed like always. His eyes moved briefly from Nixon to you and back with quiet precision.

“I’ve been looking for you. We’re needed back at CP,” Winters quietly addressed his friend before turning to look at you.

“Lieutenant,” you said in acknowledgement.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he offered before Nixon spoke.

“I must have been distracted by the charming company. I look forward to working with you again, Corporal.” There was no scorn in his voice. He sounded genuine and that made your brain go fuzzy.

“Well I would say the same, but the distance might prove to be a problem.”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied with a grin. You moved before you could process his words, bidding them both goodbye before walking away. You replayed the words in your mind, your heart stuttering in confusion.

We’ll see about that.

The words made sense, but not all at once. They hung there, suspended in the space between what was said and what you thought you understood. You brows knit, not sharply, just the kind of slow furrow that came when something just didn’t click into place.

As if your day couldn’t get weirder.

“What was that, Nix?” Winters questioned, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The man glanced at his friend, grin still fresh on his face.

“You’ll see.”

They watched as your form grew smaller until you eventually disappeared behind the supply depot.

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gooperts-gunk · 1 year ago

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i saw someone on twitter writing qsmp names in korean and im trying so hard not to be bothered i know they have good intentions but it was just so wrong in parts so instead here's how qsmp names would be written in korean BY THE SOUND not how they're written. note that i am not korean nor on the korean side of qsmptwt but as a casual kpoppie it's a rite of passage to learn hangul and try to learn korean at one point therefore though i am not a trusted source i do know the basics of the phonetics LUL

alphabetical order & categorized!

get ready for me to infodump on mouth sounds

update from the morning after this post: fixed/optimized some!!!

english speaking creators:

badboyhalo: 밷보이헤이로 (baed-bo-i-he-i-ro/lo) i infer it'd be easier to just call him 헤이로 out of every part of him name please let's halo-truth bbh. the 헤이 slurs into the "hey/hei" sound, very little accentuation on the just one part, it works as one!!

dantdm: 단티디엠 or 댄티디엠 (dan-ti-di-em, daen-ti-di-em) i've heard both pronunciations for the name dan, it's a matter of preference here! EDIT: also possibly 댼 instead which is also daen but like, not really? but also they're really similar? and i don't know how to hear the difference but there is one and nevermind don't worry about it man

fit: 피트 (pi-teu) directly would be 핕 but that's just a tricky one it's bound to have a soft ㅡ sound following

foolish: 푸리쓰 or 푸리쌰? (pu-ri/li-sseu, pu-ri/li-ssya) THIS ONE IS TRICKY if it does go 쌰 it's be a soft one, but more likely 쓰 EDIT: IS IT 풀리쎠 (peul-ri-ssyeo) ?!?!?!? IM STILL ON THIS FOOLISH IS SO TOUGH TO PUT INTO HANGUL IM NOT GONNA BE OVER IT

ironmouse: 아이욘마우스 or 아이룐마우스 (a-i-yon-ma-u-seu, a-i-ryon/lyon-ma-u-seu) this one feels tit for tat, same same, just a minor difference in accentuating the r in iron or not! EDIT: could also be 아이런 (a-i-reon) or 아이론 (a-i-ron) !!!

jaiden: 제이든 (je-i-deun) no notes very easy and straightforward one

lenay: 르네이 (reu/leu-ne-i) same with jaiden's!

nihachu / niki: 니하추 or 니아추, 니키 (ni-ha-chu, ni-a-chu, ni-ki) another same same thing with ni-HA or ni-A, just depends on accentuation or not! the 추 may possibly be said as 츄 instead, but im unsure of which

philza: 피르쟈, 피르 (pi-reu/leu-jya, pi-reu/leu) no notes, straightforward! as you will come to notice, f's usually translate to ㅍ's, and z's usually translate to ㅈ's!

quackity: 콰키티 (kua/kwa-ki-ti) no notes! i heard like months back that quackity's korean fandom endearingly calls him 키티 i think?? fun fact i remembered :)

slimecicle / charlie: 스라임씨컬, 챨이 (seu-ra/la-im-ssi-keol/keor, chyal/chyar-i) wow okay so how do you write charlie in korean because i KNOW there's no way it's 챠르리 (chya-reu-ri) my tongue is tripping over the 르리, it has to be 챨이, or 챠리, or 챨리 right??? okay the more i think the more 챨리 (chyal-li) sounds right ok everyone go home i think it's 챨리 LUL

tinakitten / tina: 티나키던, 티나 (ti-na-ki-deon, ti-na) no notes! straightforward!

tubbo: 터뽀 (teo-bbo) no notes! but also i feel like there's other ways to write it that im just not convinced are correct LUL

wilbur soot: 윌버 쑽 (wil/wir-beo ssut) no notes!

spanish speaking creators:

carre: 카레 (ka-re) no notes!

elmariana: 에르마리아나 or 엘마리아나 (e-reu/leu-ma-ri/li-a-na, el-ma-ri-a-na) the reason why i included 에르 alongside 엘 is because it ends up sounding like "ed", the L/R sound in korean is in that same range and when said fast or cut abruptly like 엘, it sounds like a D, if not for context :) so 엘 COULD work! but it'd be hard to recognize it as an L/R sound without some extra space made for the sound. this is also relevant for elquackity!

german: 헤르만 or 헬만 (he-reu/leu-man, her/hel-man) same thing as last note applies here! it'd sound like HED-man more than HER-man but, still, could work!

luzu, arin: 루쥬 or 루주, 아린 (ru/lu-jyu, ru/lu-ju, a-rin/lin) no notes! i see luzu more said with the 쥬 sound instinctively but it's one of those either or i think EDIT: if it were the spain pronunciation i think it'd be 루튜 (lu-tyu) or 루뜌 (lu-ddyu) ??? the thhh sound doesn't exist in korean but this is the closest it gets i think

maximus, maxo: 맠수머스, 맠서 (mak-su-meo-seu, mak-seo) okay at this point my brain is mush and im sure there's a better way to write this but it's a tricky one. the 맠 could also be 막 (mag) but im unsure where in the mouth the difference is between 맠 and 막, because hangul is very mouth oriented, it's allll about tongue placement, and i am SO not on that X_X EDIT: i change my mind it's 막 for maximus but 맠서 is fine i think idk how to explain is just is. also alternate pronunciationfor maximus: 막씨머스 (mag-ssi-meo-seu)

missa sinfonia: 미싸 씬퍼냐 (mi-ssa ssin-peo-nya) yeah that seems about right (my brain is melting everything is hangul) no notes! EDIT: ok but IS it possibly 미사 (mi-sa)??? im doubting myself here

polispol, pol: 폴에쓰폴, 폴 (pol-e-sseu-pol, pol) no notes!

rivers: 리버스 (ri/li-beo-seu) no notes!

roier: 로이예 or 로이옐 (ro/lo-i-ye, ro/lo-i-yer/yel) this is one of those scenarios where an abrupt L/R sound works just fine! don't know how to explain it! but it just works!

rubius: 루비어스 (ru-bi-eo-seu) no notes!

spreen: 스프린 (seu-peu-rin) no notes!

vegetta: 베헷따 (be-het-dda) okay i don't know how to explain but tonalities of how you say vegetta in spanish make me think 베 and that the tta would be equal to the sharpness of 따 stick with me here i've been doing hangul names for so long now i can't see the end of the horizon EDIT: for some reason im changing my mind it might be 페헷따 (pe-het-dda)

willyrex, willy: 위리렉스, 위리 (wi-ri-reg-seu, wi-ri) okay again idk how to explain but the reason why ㄱ and not ㅋ is because it just feels like it instinctively, like that's a deep ㄱ abrubt stop, not a high ㅋ abrupt stop. im losing my marbles

portuguese speaking creators:

bagi: 바지 (ba-ji) no notes!

cellbit: 셀비트 (sel-bi-teu) guys this is getting hard. yes it's somehow sel and not se-leu. yes it's bi-teu and somehow not bit. if it were bit it'd be missing the aftermath TCH sound and i think it sounds good with it. the sel has space to breathe and isn't abrupt. stay with me. we're almost done EDIT: fellow hangul enjoyer anon in ask box said 셀빛 (sel-bich/bit) or 셀비츠 (sel-bi-cheu) if with the accent, i like these, ur getting put on the fridge with the best magnets. 빛 is a fun one because it sounds pretty much the same to 빝 or 빗, all end in the same stop of the tongue going to the roof of the mouth, but 빛 in particular means "light" and i think that's nice :)

felps: 펠릅스 (pel-reub-seu) holy moly i didn't expect this to be a tongue twister but i think i nailed it

mike: 마이크 or 마이키 (ma-i-keu, ma-i-ki) i've heard mike being called mikey so i included it for fun because there's been so much hardship. so so much. we're in this together.

pac: 팩 or 패크 (paeg, pae-keu) paeg and not paek because it's just a more throat based sound to say pac idk man. pae-keu is a hypothetical im losing it man i don't know anything anymore EDIT: okay i change my mind it's definitely 패크 over 팩 im so loopy from hyperfocus overload man EDIT EDIT: i can also see 팍 (pak) being used though that isn't how it sounds for us, i can see someone saying it that way in korean if they were to read it before hearing it and then go from there

french speaking creators:

antoine daniel: 안투완 단옐 (an-tu-wan dan-yel) in french the a's are long so 단 over 댄 is a guaranteed. the yel could be accentuated more but you get the point by now

aypierre: when french accent, 아이피에히, when english accent, 에이피에어 (a-i-pi-e-hi, e-i-pi-e-eo) (thank u anon for contributing 피에어 that makes much more sense)

baghera jones: one way is 바게라 전스 the other is 바길라 전스 (ba-ge-ra jeon-seu, ba-gil/gir-ra jeon-seu) a baGERa or bagEARa dilemma.....

etoiles: 에투왈 (e-tu-wal/war) no notes!

kameto: 카메토 (ka-me-to) no notes!

THERE!!!! IT'S DONE!!!! this was hard but i feel like i got most right. and when im wrong let's just say this was just hangul practice and not serious right guys, just practice round, right??? we don't take me so serious, right??? just stick fight with totem??? if you know korean especially the phonetics better than me which is NOT a high bar at all, you can step over that bar EASY, tell me a better way to write these thank u! smile :)

bonus round coming at you live from the morning after!!! some others that i thought "yeah let's include you"

im gonna be working on this on and off all day i think so don't be scared if someone isn't here chances are brain is doing something else but will add it later :)

cucurucho: 쿠쿠루쵸 (ku-ku-ru/lu-chyo) no notes!

walter bob: 월터 법 (weol/weor-teo beob) could also be 봅 (bob)

chayanne: 챠얀 (chya-yan) or 차얀 (cha-yan) no notes!

tallulah: 타룰라 (ta-lul-la) no notes!

ramon: 라몬 (ra-mon) or if you're pac you say 하몬 (ha-mon) heehee :)

dapper: 답퍼 (dab-peo) or possibly 답뻐 (dab-bbeo) but im not so sure about that one

leo / leonardo / leonarda: if you speak english it's 리오 (li-o) if you speak spanish it's 레오 (le-o), then add on 날도 (nar/nal-do) or 날다 (nar/nal-da) :)

richarlyson / richas: 리찰리손, 리차스 (ri-chal/char-li-son, ri-cha-seu) no notes!

pomme: 펌 (peom) or 폼 (pom) both work here!

trump: 트람프 or 트럼프, to make it trumpet change the 프 to 펫 (pet/ped)

tilin: 티린 (ti-lin/rin) no notes!

juanaflippa: 환나프리파 (hwan/huan-na-peu-li-pa)

bobby: 법비 (beob-bi) or 봅비 (bob-bi) both work here!

empanada: 엠파나다 (em-pa-na-da) no notes!

pepito: 페피토 (pe-pi-to) no notes!

sunny(sideup): 선니사읻엎 (seon-ni-sa-id-eop) this one works nicely because the 읻 bleeds into the 엎 and sounds like it's one full iddeop :) this one is an ending in ㅍ not ㅂ moment but i don't know how to explain why

#goopert talks qsmp #qsmp #i've been here 30 years. some of these were fun to do though i liked EXCEPT THE DIFFICULT ONES but fun NOT YOU MAX & FOOSH THAT WAS TOUGH #okay fine i'll main tag but im SHY. be NICE. please. thank you.#long post

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