#not to mention koreans and indians!

[cryptablog]

.....I forget how many crack ass crackers are just around like.....that poll is wild yall

Its like an assasination of colored what happened to my niggas dawg

[writers-potion]

Writing Character Accents in Fiction

Hey there, thanks for the question! I speak English as a second language; most English speakers I encounter aren’t native (yes, including fictional people); thus, this is a concern I’ve explored personally when I write. 

I think the core principle regarding accent writing is this: it shouldn’t be distracting. 

For the same reasons why Stephen King prescribes the basic dialogue tag “said” rather than fancier alternatives like “whispered”, “shouted” or “screeched”, dialogue must be first and foremost easy to read. It must flow like a real conversation – the pace and tone are a lot more important than how specific words are being pronounced by the character. 

Focus on what effect the accent has:

Using adjectives to describe their voice in general. Different types of English (American, British, Australian, etc.) will give off a different vibe, also partly dependent on how your character speaks in general:

Lilting: Having a smooth rise and falling quality; sing-song like. Welsh accent is often described as singing. 

Posh: from a high social class. This is the term generally used to describe the upper-class British accent.

Nasal: this happens when the sound goes through somebody’s nose when they’re speaking. North American accents are more nasal than, say, British pronunciations. 

Brash: harsh, loud, indicative of sounding a little rude. 

Slur: speaking indistinctly; words merging into one another.

Using metaphors.

Her voice was cotton and fluffy clouds. 

When he spoke, the ‘r’s scratched the insides of his throat. 

Mentioning their accent with a brief example(s). 

“Would you like to drink some wine?” she said, though her Indian accent gave extra vibration to her ‘w’s and ‘r’s, making the words sound more like ‘vould you like to drrrink some vine’.

“I want some chocolate.” His syllables were choppy and ‘l’s rather flat, saying ‘cho-ko-lit’. 

Some Tips:

Don’t phonically spell out everything. Perhaps give a few examples in the beginning, but stick to standard English spellings. 

Pay attention to word choice, slang, and colloquialisms. 

An Australian person would say “tram”, not “trolley; “runners” instead of “sneakers”

A Canadian may refer to a “fire hall” – what Americans call a firehouse or fire station

If your character comes from a non-Enligsh background:

Use vocabulary from other languages. 

“What time was the exam, ah? Two o’clock? Jiayou!” → putting “ah” or “la” at the end of sentences + Jiayou means “break a leg” in Singlish. 

“I can’t believe that 4-year-olds have their own SNS accounts now.” → “SNS” is short for “social networking service”, a term used to refer to social media in Korea. This would a subtle difference – even though it isn’t technically Korean at all!

Transpose grammar from different languages. 

For example, in French, plural nouns take plural adjectives (whereas in English, you would speak of ‘white cars’, not ‘whites cars’).

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[goooofy-goooober1121]

Twst Ethnicity/Nationality Headcanons (bc I can)

Also my asks are open so please send some in!!!!

Read my most recent work here!

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

British (I hc the Kingdom of Roses as the sort of UK version of TWST)

is this even a question

Standard British Accent for sure

"Unbuhrthday pahty"

he's a crumpet eater what can i say

Trey Clover

Vietnamese idc

that is an east asian man like idk he just has the vibes

but if he were to have like an accent I'm thinking a Yorkshire-y accent

Cater Diamond

he's a ginger so he's Irish /j

Also a British white boy

But not like Standard British accent

MLE London accent!!!!

Deuce Spade

hmm I'm having trouble with him ngl

Kinda leaning towards Argentinian for him

Latino king !!

Yeah now that i think about it Argentinian Deuce is real

But he's also from the Queendom of Roses so I think he's got a Cockney accent lol

Ace Trappola

Ginger so he's Irish /hj

Maybe not about the ginger part but like idk he's giving Irish

Specifically South Dublin

I'm thinking Korean-Irish I don't make the rules

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Kenyan

Have you seen that one event card? I did a lil research and apparently it was based majorly on Kenyan clothing

So yeah that mf is Kenyan I don't make the rules

Ruggie Bucchi

BRAZILIAN.

sorry idc he's Brazilian

LATINO KING #2

See the thing about Brazil is that it's extremely diverse so like genetically he could be anything

But I'm thinking Indigenous/Lebanese/African mix mostly! (Brazil has an INSANE amount of Lebanese people bro)

If I had to name a specific state it would either be São Paulo (going back on the Lebanese thing, São Paulo has the largest Lebanese population out of all Brazilian states) or Minas Gerais

Jack Howl

Grrr this is hard because he isn't like based off an actual character yk so I don't have a point of reference

But then again I pulled Brazilian Ruggie out my ass (and also because I'm Brazilian and am biased)

He's from the Shaftlands, so I'm getting Hungarian vibes from him

Also works because grey wolves are found in mainly Central European areas

fuck it he's ethnically Brazilian too, Bahia

Brazilian mom and Hungarian dad

Mixed Indigenous/African/Hungarian (in that order)

They're all Latino. Every one of them.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

"Azul" means blue in Spanish and Portuguese

I'm thinking he's Spanish and Italian

Ethpañol

(sorry i had to bring up the 'say 'th' instead of 's' dialect pattern in Spain Spanish)

Jade Leech

'Jade' as a word has its origins in Spanish

Moray eels are most commonly found in tropical, warm waters and coral reefs

"The green moray is found in the western Atlantic Ocean, from New Jersey to Bermuda, and the northern Gulf of Mexico southward to Brazil" - Google

BRAZIL MENTIONED

Yeah he's Puerto Rican/Brazilian

LMFAO what if i make the Leech twins Floridians

OK OK he's Puerto Rican/Brazilian but him and Floyd are Florida residents

Floyd Leech

As mentioned before he's also Puerto Rican/Brazilian

90% of all Florida Man headlines are because of him

Bilingual and randomly breaks into Portuñol to fuck with Azul

"Me gusta comer pedras e tambem tenho vontade de morder a la gente, mano"

Puerto Rican mom and Brazilian dad

Glares at Azul whenever he hears "Ethpaña" instead of "España"

'speaks Spanish with a th' Azul vs. 'no S at the end of words' Floyd

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Okay so I'm referencing the Qasr Sultan card to build my hc

I'm mainly looking at his turban, lots of anthropologists think those originated in Ancient Persia (modern-day Iran) but of course cultural dispersion is a thing and they are also commonly found in Indian records of rulers

But the word 'Sultan' is Arabic, not Persian

There's a description about the Scalding Sands that says "tea is considered a customary with every meal"

Considering this tradition and the clothing items, I'm led to believe he is Arab-- but that's a pretty big generalization considering "Arab" is a broad term for people living in a specific part of the Middle East

Therefore he's Omani i think!

The climate matches the description of the Scalding Sands (dry and arid, subtropical); tea is also their national beverage and from my understanding is widely served with meals

Jamil Viper

Pakistani/Bangladesh/Omani mix

Nationality is Omani (would have been born there if we follow the canon)

Oman has a majority Arab population but it also has a large South Asian population

Idk how to describe it he just has Pakistan/Bangladesh vibes

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Take one look at that last name and tell me he isn't German

Definitely also speaks French

Maybe he's German/French, German dad and French mom

The first film screening, fun fact, was in Berlin in 1894, but the first commercial public screening was in Paris 1895!

Kinda fits with his movie star status

Slays the house boots down

Rook Hunt

South African and French

I can't with his fuckass bob I'm sorry

Ethnically cooked by his barber

Generationally chopped

Lord Farquad ass

Dora the explorer ass

Edna mode ass

PLEASE let him grow out his hair again IM BEGGING YOU

Cute freckles tho :3

Epel Felmier

My boy Apple Farmer is Finnish

Harveston is apparently based on Finnish architecture so like

I'm thinking there's some German in there too, because "Felmier" is the German word for farmer

CORRECTION from someone who reblogged (ty pookie for letting me know) Felmier probably comes from the German surname Feldmier which is the job title (and a German surname) for someone who manages open fields for nobility (the actual word for farmer in German is Bauer)

Thank you reblogger I repent for my mistake

so manly

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Greek are we even debating this?

The guy based on the Greek god Hades? Hmm he's gotta be from Russia

No bro

Greek man from Macedonia

The irl Mount Olympus is located on the border between Macedonia and Thessaly so I figured if he's gonna be based an Olympian it would be only fair to place him around that area

Ortho Shroud

Macedonian like Idia!

Silly little guy

He's my baby

Little Greek dude

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Hmm okay so I'm thinking Chinese/French

Sleeping Beauty is set in France and Briar Valley does seem to have European architecture

old French architecture also does incorporate lots of gargoyles, and we all know he's a gargoyle fiend

And there are some vignette lines that hint at Chinese influences/heritage such as in his Halloween card

I think ethnically/racially Chinese but nationality-wise he's French

Lillia Vanrouge

The "van-" prefix in surnames can be traced back to the Netherlands

Like Vincent Van Gogh

Lilia as a name has Spanish origins

I think he's Dutch/Spanish mix

He also gives me Japanese vibes so let's also add that

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek as a name is a version of Sobek, an Egyptian crocodile deity

Since his mom is a fae from Briar Valley, I'm thinking 50% Egyptian (mom) and 50% French (dad)

but 100% unable to stfu why is he always yelling bro

I love him tho

Silver Vanrouge

Swedish

Don't ask me why

I just look at him and see Swedish

One more white boy to add to my collection

----

A/N: I'm so tired bro it's midnight and I'm out here making fictional men Latino and/or French

[reagent-leon]

Okay guys, I’m really sorry, but this is going to be another vent piece rather than a proper essay. Once again, I’m here to despair about the inconsistency in Coyle’s comic design. 

So, as we can see, Coyle's uniform is based on the New Mexico State Police uniform

This image in particular.

Everything is present and correct, except that Coyle's uniform has a mandarin collar rather than an open one. It really bugs me because while the image has been manipulated slightly, it just kinda looks like they stuck the standing collar on top of the uniform without trying to blend it? I mean look, you can even see the badge on the lapel has been copied over to the comic, even though they didn't use the open collar. What the fuck is that?

This is derivative and I've mentioned it before in another post, but I'm going to mention it again because it still pisses me off. They even left the SP on his Sam Browne belt. SP stands for State Police! The Blackwell Police Department is a municipal police agency! The Oklahoma equivalent of the NMSP is the Oklahoma Highway Patrol.

Coyle having a Russian shoulder patch and no Sergeant's chevrons? Lazy. And I mean that with my whole chest at this point, and imma tell you why I'm losing patience with this comic.

So, going back to the original image, above the rectangular name badge is a badge that I couldn't identify.

In an earlier post, I misidentified this pin as something similar to the badges below.

This style of badge appears to be connected to the Union, given its laurel theme. I admit, I was kind of surprised to learn that Oklahoma and what was known as Indian Territory at the time, were a part of the Union and not the Confederacy, however, the American Civil War isn't my area of expertise.

But on closer inspection... do you see what I see? The four thunderbolts? That badge is an EOD, an Explosive Ordnance Disposal Badge.

Now that as a concept is cool as fuck. Coyle being part of the bomb squad actually makes a lot of narrative sense. Coyle is implied to be very good with electrics (and possibly just DIY in general, given we hear him referencing power tools). By the time he's killed his third wife, the man is rigging full-on saw traps to get rid of his in-laws.

So if Coyle's got the brains and the will, what's the problem? Well, the thing is, EOD badges were originally created for the military in the 50s, and we have no evidence that Coyle served in the Korean War to have earned such a badge, nor would he have reason to display it on his police uniform. Those credits don't transfer.

There isn't any one set Law Enforcement EOD badge, and it differs from agency to agency, but for a small agency like the Blackwell Police Department to have their own designated bomb squad in the 1950s... while it's not impossible, it's a pretty big stretch. If Coyle had been part of the Oklahoma Highway Patrol, it would make more sense as it's a larger agency, but from my limited research, even the OHP didn't have a formal bomb squad until the 1970s.

So while it would be super cool if it were canon that Coyle is a bomb disposal expert... I just don't see enough historical evidence for it.

I would give Red Barrels actual physical money for them to remake Coyle and Phyllis' comics in the original comic styles, because this photomanipulation-collage type shit just isn't it.

Imagine if something happened to Coyle that made him unsuitable to be a prime asset, so they take him on as an engineer... hopefully not in the same sleep room as Noakes.

I hope this rant has been educational, or at least entertaining to watch me get heated over. Coyle could be such an interesting character, but I keep running face-first into walls of inconsistency 😔

[unicornjoking1111]

I just realised my mom has manifested her life!! (Beauty, popularity and wealth)

A short bio of my mom’s childhood!!

She is brought up in a village area and kind of in the state of poor to middle class but mostly poor since it’s not what you call a normal living cause my grandparents have farm house with goose,horses and everything you would expect there and my grandparents have four children’s and the last one is my mom! (All are girls) so it’s hard during in that century cause having a girl child Is “hard” and having a “man” will be helpful for my grandparents which is a stupid mentality but it is what it is… so my mom is one of the most beautiful I mean I am serious she looked like a doll yk skinny, small head and everything just like Korean idols but Indian eyes (iykyk) and she told me once saying how everyone see her and get jealous of her and all the college boys glancing and admiring! She also mentioned she wanted to do modelling and did modelling once in college! She mentioned that she would save money and buy clothes for herself and show off herself and everything! And she would accessories herself! This is what assumption is!! And she loved buying new clothes and everything she has like more clothes I can’t imagine like three cupboard of cloths like my god and she won’t even use it 😂

She literally manifested this shit!! This also includes money since she showed off in the sense she pretended to be a rich girl and showed off with dresses which made it looked rich (since there is no social media or anything that time or no background of the cloths when a dress looks beautiful is what is considered rich that time) so that’s why she has more wealth now and a millionaire.

Btw she is a housewife and a very lazy one (I am still proud of her) she manifested not to work and still be a millionaire by marrying my dad! But my dad also didn’t have money but they gradually evolved and became millionaires so now they are high middle class. She also created a dream house for us with gardens and it’s so beautiful!! And she takes care of other business like renting something to get income.

(Sorry for my english)

I hope this motivates yall cause I just realised I have so many people I know manifested so much things!

I also have a success story! Basically I embodied being a trillionaire, I ordered food and the delivery guy asked for tips which they never ask and I gave a little more, and Amazon delivery guy told he doesn’t have extra cash to give me and I just left it, I had enough money to buy two clothes and a bag which is so good!! Today me and my family went to a restaurant and the guy who works there opened the door for me the moment he saw me (I mean it’s his job but it was also like my first time someone opened the door for me so I would consider it a success)

[manda-kat]

I watch a lot of travel videos and one thing I've noticed is that there are a lot of disclaimers put on historical American locations that almost never appear on videos for other places.

Like, a video about Jamestown, or Williamsburg or any American history museum/attraction always has a speil at the beginning about the atrocities done during that time specifically by the American people who lived there. But there never seem to be any disclaimers for videos about Middle Eastern historical sites. Or Chinese sites. Korean, Japanese, Indian, Mexican, Polynesian, South American- sometimes European cultures get these, but often times even if past atrocities are mentioned, they're usually in passing and never as a big disclaimer at the start of the video, begging the viewers not to see the innocent blogger as a secret bigot.

American history is rich and beautiful. We have a lot of depth, innovation and countless brilliant souls in our past. So do all countries! But somehow when we have the same evils haunting our past as every other people group, we (and England) are blamed for it in its entirety.

We should never ignore the negative parts of our past, but it should be assumed by everyone involved that if you're watching a video where someone visits a historical park, the historical people who once lived there were probably up to shady stuff. Just like all people have done thoughought all history and are still doing today.

American's (or white Americans specifically) aren't a special brand of evil that you have to apologize for visiting the cultural sites of.

[creatingblackcharacters]

hi! Im writing a very, VERY futuristic sci-fi story and humanity has gone through many changes including complete change of ethnicity conceptualization (now most people would say their ethnicity is the cityship or planet colony their family comes from, or a subgroup that developed within that, nothing from earth really) and because of this + the fact that through so many generations no ones any one earth ethnicity or culture anymore, everyone is their own unique blend of everything, makes me worry about 'ambigiously brown' characters. I have one character who is undoubtedly Black- im torn on calling her Black in the book bc the narrators (including her) wouldnt have that concept and no one else would have earth words used for their ethnicity or race, but it id a word that we should use more and I dont want to avoid it if you think I could probably just ignore that no one would know that terminology in world. <- sorry tangent. As I was saying shes undoubtably Black, she has dark skin and 4c hair and black hairstyles that will be referred to by name even of her Blackness isnt directly stated, but I have a lot of other characters who are more ambigious in presentation, just due to the way the world works. They have self identified ethnicities and different cultures and practices,,but they arent earth things. Should I change this and make them more clearly earthen ethnicities? I feel bad about that but if thats the way to go ill do it ofc

I have a book suggestion; try reading Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko (you'd be supporting a Black author and a family friend!) This book never refers to anyone as a real world race, as the races within the book are fictional. However, when you're reading it, you get names like Tarasai, Sanjeet, Dayo, Kirah, Thaddace, Kathleen, and Woo In. You get descriptions of the places these people hail from, which take heavy influence from real world groups and ethnicities, including the names of their instruments, design of their clothes, and some of their language. By reading into this, and their physical descriptions, you can tell who is influenced by what general area (e.g. Tarasai is Nigerian, Sanjeet is Indian, Thaddace is Scottish, Woo In is Korean).

Essentially- and I mentioned this in lesson 3, and in the coding lesson (9? 10?)- if you cannot outright call a character Black in your story, you're gonna have to actually know more about us outside of our skin color in order to convey the message that that's what this character is supposed to be! Yeah I'd suggest reading that book- it's for kids, but it's still a really cool read and way to see how we describe ourselves- and study it to see an example of your idea 👍🏾

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ Dollies 63 Days of Summer Glow up!! Day 1 > Prep 🎀☀️🐬

Hii Dolls!! 🎀 Welcome 2 my newest series of my 2 month long summer glow up process its pretty self explanatory but im gonna be documenting my 2 month long summer glow up process 2 just be a better me!! enjoy!! ☀️

DISCLAIMER!! ; i will censoring and dancing around certain topics just bc ik they can be triggering to some folk that have issues so cw; vauge mentions of w3!ght!! 💗

Stage 1 : Health! ☀️

It always important to keep up with ur health obvii 2 maintain good balance in life! ☀️

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Diet!! 🍏

Now diet wise i already do have a pretty balanced and healthy diet to begin with so i won’t have to that much work on my diet but i definitely wanna make small improvements!!🎀

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Diet Goals!! 🍋

incorporate different from my usual ones fruits!!

expand my palate (chronic picky eater)

making more meals that are still healthy & tasty but not repetitive!!

not skipping my meals!!

cutting out all meats except fish!!

push myself to like cucumbers

get back into drinking more fruit water!!

stop eating so much cheese!

knowing my limit when eating!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Exercise !! 🧘‍♀️

Doing more exercise is definitely a huge one for me because there was a point where i did it daily but then i stopped bc i feel into a rut but then i started again but only once a month so im trying to get back into daily exercise!!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Fitness Goals!! 🧘‍♀️

workout more than once a month!

do more yoga + cardio + home pilates

use exercise to make me healthier & happier

lose w*ight i won’t disclose how much i want to loose and how much i wanna be bc that’s personal 2 me !!

feeling comfortable in my body + build discipline

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Oral Health !! 🪥

I Will say i did recently update my oral hygiene routine bc i got braces so now i have to do more work but i definitely wanna still add things to it!!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Oral Health Goals !! 🦷

consistently floss in the morning as well as night

buy a tongue scraper

get an electric toothbrush

start oil pulling

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Mental Health !! ☀️

I Sooo wanna improve some thing in my mental health bc obviously its super important to not only take care of my physical health but my mental health!! 🎀

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Mental Health Goals !! 🧁

get back into journaling

get back into meditation

step out of my comfort zone

build more confidence in social settings!

replace most phone time with reading time

spend more time outside

prioritizing rest more

not being to hard on myself

celebrating all my wins and accomplishments no matter how big or small!

Stage2 ೀ⋆ : Hygiene!

I Already have a pretty solid skincare routine to begin with but honestly i just wanna improve to it and add more to it ! 🎀

Skincare ୭₊˚ ! 🎀

For my Skincare routine i already have my products and my basics but honestly i wanna stater using different products to better help my skin!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Skincare Goals ! ⭐️

ice rolling

gua-sha

jade rolling

bi weekly dermaplaing

weekly face mask

facial steaming

facial cleansing brush

use more Korean & Japanese products (Japanese products are literally the best)

Body-care ୭₊˚ ⭐️

Another section where i wanna make improvement i already exfoliate,hair removal sometimes and i use my antibacterial soap and my body washes but theres a bunch of things i wanna incorporate!! 💗

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Bodycare Goals ! 🐬

start dry brushing

exfoliate weekly

shave or epilating more often (my own choice bc honestly i don’t like the feeling of body hair

use my glycolic acid more routinely

buy more sweet smelling body products

find a signature scent

use body oil + body butter + body glitter

using an African exfoliating net instead of a rag

Haircare ୭₊˚ ! 💗

For my Hair care i definitely wanna make room for improvement i mainly detangle every day with just some water or style depending on if i need/want to or not and i oil my scalp!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Haircare Goals ! 🐬

Grow it out more with the Help of Indian Amla Oil (some said it stinks but if it helps)

Learn More Hair Styles

Use Rice Water

castor oil

Scalp Massage More Often

Hair Masque Bi-Weekly

Trim Split Ends

Deep Conditioning On a Wash Day

Nailcare ! ୭₊˚ ⭐️

use more cuticle oil

professional manipedis bi weekly!

soak my feet with foot salts more

develop my own at home nail care routine

Facials!!🎀

buy new daily vitamins!!

keep my hair professionally done!!

use my primuce stone more

buy more lipgloss + vaseline lip care

Stage 3 ೀ⋆ Makeup + Jewelry + Fashion + Perfumes 🛍️ !!

I wanna learn how to do my makeup again so badly! and this time i have more tips so i can actually learn how to do it properly!! 🫧

Makeup Goals ୭₊˚ !

find the perfect soft glam dolly makeup

perfect my eyebrows

learn to glue down lashes

make the perfect base

learn to bronze and contour correctly

perfect the highlighter placement

get the perfect sun kissed summer doll makeup

again buy more lipgloss

Jewelry Goals ୭₊˚ ! ⭐️

i desperately have been needing new jewelry and for the longest and ive stupidly been wearing silver knowing i like gold better

buy bangels

get gold hoops

get a new nameplate

get more necklaces

get more rings

get anklets !!

Fashion Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

actually dress in clothes i genuinely like

dress for my body type

not toning down my dressing for random people

build confidence in my outfits

start sewing some of my outfits bc i can

make crochet pieces for the beach

buy tons of cute clothes!!

make more inspo boards !!

Stage 4 ; Posture,Eloquence + Mannerism + Photogenic 🎀🍰

Definitely a Big one for me i wanna fix my posture and definitely speak up more in public bc im a little shy 🙈🎀!

Posture Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🫧

fix my back posture

learn to again regulate my nervous sustem and relax my shoulders

be more fluid in my movements!!

walking with my head up

Eloquence Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛁

speaking louder in public so people can actually hear me

speaking clearly with confidence

controlling my facial expressions more

smiling more!! 😁

Mannerism Goals + Body Language ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

I tend to tone down my natrual mannerisms ALOT when im out in public and honestly im tried of not being my true self in public and i let the opinions of those around me influence me into toning it down

be more animated as i am at home in public

walk the way i want to!!

practice princess mannerisms with my own little spin🤭

walk around like a princess bc im literally a princess

Extra Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

be more photogenic

learn how to pose

be more videogenic

walk around like i won the place (4 the confidence esque of it

Stage 5: Mindset!!🎀⭐️

The Final Stage!!🎀: where ill be implementing so mindsets of some my favs and learn how to express myself in my environment bc honestly it sucks not being able to be myself around my family ⭐️

Mindset Goals ୭₊˚ ! ���

knowing my worth

not letting outside opinions dictate my life

unapologetically being myself around my family

reminding my self that people opinions don’t matter

always have a one track mind with all my goals!!

again not being too hard on myself!

Thank you all so much 4 reading i can’t wait till start documenting my journey with you guys!!🎀⭐️ XO,Dolly!!

[fanficmanic]

There's No Better Love, That Ever Has Loved Me

“Did you know that American men ranked 8/10 in a study on the Worst and Best Lovers in the World?” Buck asks, making Bobby choke on his water, while Eddie, Chim, and Ravi look at him with mild intrigue.    “What are you talking about, Buck?” Hen asks, and she already knows she’s going to regret it.   “I found a study online, done to rank the best and worst lovers in the world.” Buck says, pointing at her with his phone. “And it doesn’t only cover men; it also ranks women as well. Although, it doesn’t talk about the other genders, so that’s a point against them.”   “And how did you come across this study, which I’m sure is very scientific and done for research purposes only?” Chimney asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how do Korean men rank?”   “Unfortunately, it doesn’t mention Korean men or women.” Buck says, earning a scoff from Chim, then he turns to face Eddie. “Or Mexicans as well.”   “India?” Ravi asks with fake nonchalance, making Bobby throw him a look of mock betrayal.   “Indian men ranked 7/10.” Buck says, then turns to look at Hen again. “Same as American women.”   “What countries does this study cover?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow. “And you still haven’t answered Chim’s question.”

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Last May, I discovered some of my favorite authors through the Asian Readathon. I'm excited for what this year brings, especially since I've already found so many books I want to read at some point. A few of these were on my list last year (either started and didn't finish, or couldn't get ahold of). Several of the prompts have more than one, as they're dependent on my beloved Libby.

Prompt #1: A fantasy and/or bestseller:

The Garden of Delights by Amal Singh (Indian)*

Prompt #2: A retelling and/or features LGBT+ characters:

Pizza Girl by Jean Kyoung Frazier (Korean-American)*

The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia (Persian-American)

Prompt #3: Emotional and/or features an older character:

Sister Snake by Amanda Lee Koe (Chinese Singaporean)

Every Drop is a Man's Nightmare by Megan Kamalei Kakimoto (Japanese and Kanaka Maoli)

Prompt #4: International and/or underrated:

Forest of Noise: Poems by Mosab Abu Toha (Palestinian)

Prompt #5: Nonfiction and/or political:

Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong (Vietnamese-American)

The Night Parade: A Speculative Memoir by Jami Nakamura Lin (Japanese and Taiwanese)*

* Physical tbr, subject to me being able to track them down in the garage

Honorable mentions! I won't be using these for the prompts but will hopefully get to read some soon. I have a few on hold already, but like 10+ weeks out, and others I have to stop by the library for:

[snowfieldstories]

In Life and Death [Chapter 12]

Kim Dokja x Reader/Original female character

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Warnings: strong language, violence, allusions to sexual assault

Summary:

In which a reader finds herself tossed into the pages of her favorite web novel after her untimely death. A novel of a novel within reality. It's a reader's dream, right? Well, this reader vows to bring the right epilogue to her beloved character, Kim Dokja. She will give him the happiest of endings. Or she will die trying.

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ORV WEB NOVEL AND MANHWA!!!!⚠️

Episode VI. Chapter 12 — A Kingless World

I didn't dream.

My consciousness returned slowly, and I opened my eyes to a swirl of black clouds overhead. I pushed up, shrugging on the pink bag beside me, and surveyed the area.

It seemed to be a rooftop four stories high in a semi-residential neighborhood, indistinguishable without a notable building in sight. I sighed and headed down.

I walked the halls and searched for a main staircase, finding something strange. A curled script, unfamiliar to my brain, graced every notice, pamphlet, and desk. It looked Asian, though I couldn't pinpoint where.

An eerie silence accompanied the sound of my feet. Each hallway was empty and clean. My footsteps slowed. Too clean. Not a trace of oxidized blood, nor rancid odors, nor decomposing bodies. It was as if everyone had up and left.

What happened to the foreigners when the scenarios began?

I couldn't recall a mention of non-Korean people existing in the Seoul Dome, only beyond, and I felt rather ashamed that, in all my years of the previous round, I hadn't once considered them. Perhaps they were transported back to their home countries?

The theory continued to puzzle me as I stepped outside. I squinted at the glint of metal lettering, hangul under an English translation. Embassy of India.

How odd. This must be that UN Village, a neighborhood filled with foreign embassies. Why I was dropped here, I really couldn't say.

Near the bus stop in front was an area map. As I suspected—this was the UN Village in Hannam-dong. The Indian embassy was smack in the middle of the neighborhood, so the dokkaebis must not have known where to place me and threw me center in the most vague, global location of Seoul; my memories didn't exactly have much else for them to go on.

And the only place I feel deeply connected to doesn't exist anymore. The loss of Han Sooyoung's stronghold, my only real home, was still a sore and untouched nerve. Even the thought of it stung.

I traced my finger over the red marker, down to the Han River and over to a familiar bridge slightly northeast. Dongho bridge. It was the same one we had crossed over to get to the second scenario. Minosoft must be that way. I gave myself a satisfied nod and headed towards the river.

Bihyung's voice drifted into my head.

--Don't reply to this. I'm under a lot of scrutiny with the Bureau right now. A few constellations have voiced interest in your sponsor since the name filter went up, but you should know that intermediate dokkaebi Paul has filed a request for information on both the constellation and you.

Ah, he was still adhering to our agreement. The warning about Paul was as close to kindness as Bihyung would probably get for the foreseeable future.

It was good to know, but I wasn't overly concerned. Paul was nothing but a blip in this story.

As I went, I mindlessly used 'Sacred Light' to speed up the recovery of the scratch on my arm and admired the green ring on my finger, bathed in a beautiful golden glow...

"Stupid!" I exclaimed.

There was no need to search for Minosoft—I could teleport to Dokja in an instant.

I did my best to recall what Dokja had told me, and held the fist in my other hand. I pictured the yellow ring. Of course, Kim Dokja was wearing it in my mind, staring at me curiously with his brilliant and expressive dark grey eyes.

A cool breeze settled over my skin. When I opened my eyes, I was on another rooftop.

Dokja rested peacefully on the floor. I briefly admired his button down, still soaked to his chest from the rain, before pressing the pad of my finger to his cheek. It was cold.

Logically, I knew that he was wet and unconscious. Logically I knew this.

That didn't stop all logic from flying out the window.

"Dokja!" I gasped and immediately pumped my hands into his chest. Once, twice. Three times. (Clearly, I had never administered CPR before in all my lives...) I pulled at his chin and tipped down, ready to breathe warmth back into his body.

My wrist was snatched away in a tight grip. "What do you think you're...Y—Yeona?"

I was frozen, my open mouth mere centimeters above his. We met eyes.

A horrifying sound, somewhere between a breathy exhale and a squeak, was pulled from my throat as I catapulted myself backwards. Except—Dokja didn't let go.

After a stifling moment spent staring at one another, his hand loosened and I could retreat.

Ping!

I covered my mouth, fastening my eyes to the ground. Anywhere but the man in front of me.

Ping!

Ping! Ping!

"Uriel, please," I groaned. I didn't even bother looking to confirm. "It was CPR, okay? I thought he was dying."

"You did?"

Dokja's disbelief was not helping. My face was on fire under my fingertips by now.

...Sometimes, I seriously questioned what good that 'Rationality' skill was for. It often failed to operate when faced with the power of Kim Dokja.

"Um, you're not dying though. O—" I cleared my throat. "Obviously."

The sub-scenario message alerted: 'Survival Activities'. We were ordered to take a break and get enough rest and food for ten days, three meals a day and at least six hours of sleep. Not too challenging with two, soon to be three, people.

Dokja sat up, taking in our surroundings. I heard a quick intake of breath as he recognized the rooftop.

"Minosoft. Were you also sent..." Dokja paused, eyes widening. "Did you use the rings?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I did."

My attempt at sounding casual was lame, even to my own ears. But from the expression on his face, Dokja was pleased at my words. "Good thinking," he said.

I hummed in agreement.

Dokja walked around, probably to reminisce over his time at the company. I joined him upon hearing an echoing shout from down below.

"The wanderers." I swallowed my suddenly dry throat as Dokja looked over at me. "Your m—the King of Wanderers rules the land here."

The recognition dawned on Dokja's face, shadowed under a burden of emotions. His jaw tensed. Every time it seemed he would speak, something held his tongue, and his gaze flicked to me and away again; I could tell his knowledge of my awareness was getting to him. His thoughts were probably something like: can I possibly face that woman? or, do you really know everything that happened back then?

Or perhaps, how dare you read about my life.

I bit my lip and headed for the door. "We'll meet her soon. Come on."

Dokja followed silently behind. We passed the halls of Minosoft before coming upon the QA team's office where Dokja used to work. He stared at the blood-splattered sign blankly. I observed him as he dwelled on the past.

"Eh?"

Dokja and I both spun, Dokja drawing his sword.

"It's Dokja-ssi! And..." A flashlight bounced between us. "Ahh, our new girl. Miss Choi Yeona."

Deputy Yoon of Dokja's old QA team. An ugly man, with a thick neck, beady eyes, and a smile that could have been carved from cheese. Disgust crept up my throat at the sight of this person. I would have preferred avoiding him and his coin farm entirely, except Han Sooyoung was in danger if left alone.

"Deputy Yoon," said Dokja. "What happened to you here?"

The deputy's curious eyes stayed on me a beat longer, before he began to tell Dokja his story. We followed him down the halls. The stench of rotting bodies was truly nauseating.

"...What group are you affiliated with? Were you somewhere else?" asked Deputy Yoon.

"Well, yes, something similar. I was originally on the Gwanghwamun side of the bridge—"

"Uh huh. And what about you, Miss Choi Yeona-ssi?"

I disliked the way he kept saying my name, and I saw Dokja's brow twitch. "I was on the train with Dokja," I said, smoothing hair away from my face.

Deputy Yoon's eyes caught on my hand and widened. "Don't tell me...all this time, you were married?"

His accusing tone made me falter, like I had hidden that fact from the world on purpose. What the hell was he on about? Yes, I wore a ring, but...married? I cursed my lacking information of my time at Minosoft.

Dokja, however, seemed to understand perfectly.

He stepped half in front of me, crossing his arms. "Yes," he said, voice hard all of a sudden.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is holding her breath in excitement.]

Deputy Yoon's gaze dropped to the ring on Dokja's hand—conveniently on display—and his eyebrows shot up. "Dokja-ssi?"

I was missing something here. Obviously, Dokja intended to let the deputy believe that he and I were married, but what I couldn't understand was why.

"Oho! I see." A strange look crossed Deputy Yoon's face. "Dokja-ssi, you never said anything. Well, I always thought you two were...close."

The deputy's reaction was rubbing me wrong, so I slid a noticeable hand up Dokja's tense arm and leaned against him, hoping he wouldn't mind me playing along. Deputy Yoon became surprised at our new position.

"We wanted to keep things quiet at work," I said, and gave him a saccharine smile. It was sweet as honey and thick with poison.

I could practically feel Uriel swoon.

"...Aha. Right, yes," mumbled Deputy Yoon.

We exited the building and were met with instant depravity. Cages upon cages were filled with colosseum-type fights and broken and bloodied men. A few held battered women, where men revealed themselves as they watched. My hand on Dokja's arm grew tight. The deputy began to spout off nonsense about living a superior life as a wanderer and letting others do all of the hard work of the main scenarios. He introduced us to the coin farm manager.

I felt one too many eyes leering at me. Dokja shifted closer. Deputy Yoon also took notice of the stares.

"We don't get many women around here," said Deputy Yoon. He licked his lips and looked my way. "Especially such beauties."

"Deputy Yoon." Dokja's voice was glacial.

"Ah, don't get it twisted, I didn't mean anything by it. You're a lucky man, eh Dokja-ssi?" He bared a sharp grin at us. "A lucky man."

I gestured to the rows of cages with a scoff. "Your coin farm. What can it even generate? 8,000? 6,000?"

Deputy Yoon laughed, but it was strained. "5,000 coins a day, just from making people fight and mate. It's great, isn't it?"

"That's awfully low for so much effort."

Deputy Yoon's expression distorted. But I was saved from any response as a shout telling someone to put the new slaves in cages interrupted us. The new slaves were lined up: one row of men, two unknown women. When I scanned again, it was the same. Fuck.

Han Sooyoung was nowhere to be seen.

The deputy was momentarily distracted by the arrivals, so I tugged on Dokja's arm. It dawned on me that it might be the last time I had a valid excuse to be this close to him, so I took advantage of our "married" status and leaned in, sliding my hand across his firm chest. Very, very firm chest.

His breathing stilled, and I thought maybe I had overdone it.

"Dokja," I whispered gravely. "Can we take care of this before going?"

His nod of agreement was absolute. He raised Unbroken Faith, but I had one last thing to say to him first. "I'll finish them off so you can keep your 'King of No Killing'. I wouldn't want my husband to die permanently, now would I?"

I briefly enjoyed the red tint of his ears before letting go and leaping into a pack of wanderers.

[The exclusive skill, 'Sacred Light Lv. 6' is activated.]

It didn't take much to cut them down, their heads, removed, their spines, severed. Quick and meticulous.

"Dokja-ssi, what the hell?! Control your bit—"

BAM!

Deputy Yoon flew into the air, crashing into a far wall. I gave Dokja a "nice!" and went over. Dokja's punch was solid; the deputy's mouth and cheek were already swollen an angry purple, and blood streamed from the top of his head. I rested my blade of light against his neck.

"N—no, wait, just wait now—"

"It's kill or be killed, isn't it?" The pallor of his face went white. "You're a revolting man, Deputy Yoon."

Then his head hit the ground.

My mood lifted some. The worst of what I had feared had been avoided—the deputy unnecessarily triggering an old insecurity or trauma in Dokja with his words.

I rejoined Dokja, who was cutting open the cages and slicing the ankles and limbs of various degenerates. I dealt the finishing blows.

It didn't take us long to wipe the area clean. Everyone was incredibly weak. A small amount of fearful and huddled people were left. I pointed out a familiar brown suit to Dokja, and then busied myself with the survivors while he changed. I asked the newly-arrived women to take care of and aid the women freed from the cages, and ordered the men to divide up the remaining loot.

"Go to Chungmuro. There should be some people there who can help you," I said to everyone, eyeing the men growing agitated over weapons. My voice sharpened into ice. "And, for the love of God, don't fight over shitty items. You all survived this far—support each other. Make friends, not enemies. What good is surviving in this world if you're all alone?"

The despair that had begun to weaken their eyes suddenly strengthened. Some people nodded.

"We need new communities. Not the ruins of old ones."

Then I turned away. Dokja had changed, suit jacket slung over one arm, and was looking at me with an indecipherable expression.

"Well, it's not my problem," I muttered to him. "They're all unimportant, anyway."

He tilted his head. "You act like you don't care, but that was very kind."

I avoided his words, and my own disagreement, and squinted at his new attire, particularly the suspenders. "It's a little twisted. Do you mind if I...?"

"What? Oh—sure."

My fingers slipped under the straps as I adjusted them, his body warm, even through the fabric of his shirt. I felt him watching me closely as I worked. It made my skin buzz. The end of his breath was close enough to lightly graze my face.

When the straps were flat against him, I said, "Your tie is crooked, too."

And then my hands were back on him as I straightened it out.

"I didn't have a mirror," he murmured.

I smiled and finished tidying him up. "There."

Stepping back to admire him was almost worse than being in close proximity. From here, I could fully take in how handsome he looked in the old, gentleman's suit. It didn't help that this outfit was a favorite of mine back when I was nothing more than a reader. Before I could rein in my thoughts, I said, "You look...really good, Dokja."

A beat. Both of us cast our eyes elsewhere, cheeks pink.

Dokja cleared his throat. "Thank you."

We started off down the street. I fiddled with the ring on my finger. Maybe... "Why did you let him believe we were married?"

Dokja winced. "I'm sorry about that."

It wasn't quite an answer, so I waited. That tiny hope I felt was shoved to the back as Dokja's expression steadily became more frustrated.

"The comments they used to make about you in the break room were vile," Dokja said at last. "Especially Deputy Yoon. Back then, I couldn't..." He exhaled, rough and uneven.

I eased his white-knuckled grip off his sword handle. "If you'd said something, they probably would have turned on you."

Dokja's frown deepened. I was slowly but surely beginning to recognize the expression he made when he was berating himself.

"Hey." I flicked his cheek lightly. "Stop overthinking. I think what you did here was very noble, and that punch was fantastic."

He didn't budge.

"Dokja. Thank you." I raised the hand still in mine and pecked his knuckles, like a gallant prince greeting a fair maiden. The irony, I thought.

His head whipped up at the touch of my lips. I gave him a cheeky smile as I dropped his hand.

"You..." He blinked rapidly. "I—um, okay."

I smothered a laugh. "It's a good cliché right? In stories, the damsel thanks her savior with a kiss."

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is nodding vigorously.]

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' finds this entertaining.]

[4,000 coins have been sponsored.]

"You're not a helpless damsel," said Dokja, teetering between annoyance at my wording and delight over the coins.

"Regardless, you protected me. I'm grateful."

He acknowledged my words with a terse nod of his head. We traveled a bit longer before something occurred to him.

"Were those really her people?"

It took me a minute to realize who he was referring to. I bit the inside of my cheek. "Not exactly. She's the Wanderer King, but the point of a wanderer is freedom from traditional rule. She doesn't control them."

Dokja surely knew this already, but it seemed he was searching for another grievance to hold against her. That was understandable.

Soon, we would encounter two major sources of pain for Dokja, a fact I was none too eager for. But they were essential to his growth. I couldn't help but worry at my bottom lip as I pondered, because I also had a bigger problem.

Where the hell was Han Sooyoung?

I was swept out of my thoughts as Dokja yanked me behind a building. The sound of galloping, like hooves, grew louder. From around the corner, I could see a werewolf-like human—well, more beast than human at this point—and it was covered in thick fur matted with blood.

"Song Minwoo," I spat.

"Song..." Dokja's bewildered voice petered out behind me as I unleashed a volley of golden arrows at the human beast. He screeched.

"He got off early in the novel. It's why he's such a fucking pest now," I said viciously, standing up. "I'll deal with him until you're ready to face him."

I left Dokja, staggering in his thoughts, and ran towards Song Minwoo. A heavy resentment burned white-hot in me at the filthy sight of this person. Kim Dokja's bully.

The beast roared as I came into view. "You destroyed my coin farm!"

"It was a worthless and cowardly thing," I snarled at him. "You really couldn't manage to get coins with your own skill?"

Song Minwoo bared his teeth angrily and swiped at me. We exchanged blows, and I used studded knuckles of sacred light to batter his skin. His fur was thick—too hard to penetrate with such a shallow point. I switched to my usual long blade.

He sniffed suddenly, and his yellow eyes contracted. "There's another."

Dokja picked that as the unfortunate moment to charge into the fight.

"No, Dokja! Stay back," I yelled. It was surely too soon.

"Dokja?" Song Minwoo mumbled. "Kim...Dokja?" He raised his voice. "How does a geek like you survive up to this point?"

Song Minwoo curled his fist, ready to strike Dokja. I clutched the long chain out from under my shirt—and released the power.

[The exclusive skill, 'Taunt Lv. 1' has been activated.]

[The item 'Hathi's Tusk' is amplifying your skill: Taunt Lv. 1 -> Lv. 3]

['Hathi's Tusk' is applying the 'Law of the Jungle' to you!]

Song Minwoo went rigid. And howled.

Faster than I could blink, he was on top of me. My stomach took a hard hit from his fist. I heard a distant shout of my name, but focused all of my attention and strength on prying away the razor claws that had sunk into my calf. My hands burned from strain of my skill as I hacked at his wrist with my blade, cutting deep. He howled again.

[Physicality Lv. 41 -> 55]

[Mana Lv. 46 -> 55]

The burn in my fingers lessened slightly.

It was an obscene spending of coins, but I was in desperate need of an edge. His strength, regardless of the level, was bolstered by his beastly body already. My regular human one couldn't quite compete.

With the increased levels and my buff from 'Law of the Jungle', I could grip his arms and shove him off of me. I reared back and slammed my fist into his chest.

"Argh!" Song Minwoo was knocked head over heels down the street.

He recovered quickly and lunged for me again, feral under the taunt skill.

The pain in my leg was making my head a bit fuzzy. Hopefully this thing doesn't have rabies or something. I called over to Dokja, who had joined me with Unbroken Faith, parrying the incoming attacks.

"Did you get—" I dodged a wild fist swung my way "—the scenario? To overcome this?"

His eyes shook, rattled at my words. "Yes," he said tightly.

I swung one last time and left a deep gouge in Song Minwoo's back. "Then I'll leave it to you."

I released 'Taunt'. Dokja was tense as he shifted his attention to the beastly man and ran straight for him.

An arm flew into the air. And another. The beast's limbs began to slowly grow back, but Dokja gripped him by the neck.

"Minwoo, I didn't greet you properly earlier."

Dokja hit him in the stomach. He spoke, reminding his bully of the pain he forced a seventeen-year-old Kim Dokja to go through, as he punched repeatedly. Song Minwoo whimpered for forgiveness.

I limped over to them. "He isn't sorry."

Dokja continued to punch. "I wasn't trying to get an apology in the first place."

At last, Song Minwoo collapsed. Dokja lowered his fist, dripping with blood, and stared blankly at the beast-man. I watched him.

"Do you want me to kill him?"

"You can't. The Demon King—"

"I know. I'll do it anyways." Dokja gave me a startled look, and my eyes hardened with resolve. "That bully should die."

Something passed over Dokja's features, and he shook his head. "You'll have a Demon King after your head," he said stubbornly.

I crouched down beside the unconscious body. Damn, my leg stings. I opened up sacred light for a few daggers, feeling the instant strain of fatigue from the skill being overworked all day. "Well, if he bleeds out, it's his own body's failure to survive, right? No final blow to record."

After I finished leaving enough incisions to keep a continuous stream of blood going, I got to my feet, swaying. Dokja caught me with a concerned pinch to his brow.

"I should raise my skills more often," I mumbled, leaning heavily on him.

Dokja's mouth thinned, and he led me to a nearby building. It was the lobby of some corporation, still fairly intact with a decent seating area. He set me gently on the couch.

"Do you feel alright?" I asked.

He gave me an incredulous look, eyes flicking down to the blood running down my calf. I used the bandage from my backpack to hurriedly wrap the wound, and Dokja muttered something about cleaning it first.

But it wasn't important to me at the moment. I needed to make sure he had successfully overcome this small confrontation of his trauma. "Dokja—"

"How did you hear about this—that is, Song Minwoo...?"

It was an odd question considering what I'd revealed already, and I stared at him, uneasy. Something in me was warning not to continue, but I spoke anyways. "I know your story."

And, finally, the other shoe dropped.

"Y—you even know this?"

Dokja looked at me with a dreadful expression. It was raw and open, like I was something appalling to experience; the full force of my knowledge was hitting him for once, low and relentless. My nerves roiled around in my stomach.

"Are you okay? Did the Fourth Wall—" Dokja flinched away as I reached out to him.

I couldn't help the hurt that crossed my face. I pursed my lips and shrank back, which seemed to perturb Dokja even more.

"Do you really know everything about my life...my past? You know about that man, school, her—her book—all of it?"

I was silent. There must have been a terrible look on my face, a look that was enough of an answer. Dokja recoiled.

"It's too much, Yeona. I don't know what to think...you..." He exhaled through his nose and turned aside.

I felt a sharp pain at his clear desire to get away from me. Ah, so this was the true feeling of Kim Dokja without the Wall's interference. I didn't know why it was triggered differently from the first time—perhaps it was Song Minwoo?—but I was a fool for believing that I could waltz into a carefree companionship with him from that point on.

I had hoped, and I had hoped wrong.

We still had the requirements of the sub scenario to deal with, so I used that to give him an out. "I understand. I'll take first watch, so you can sleep."

"I'm not tired."

My heart ached. "Okay," I said heavily.

I pulled out a thin sheet from my bag and settled on the hard couch. Dokja hovered by the window, staring out into the street.

"Dokja, one thing you should know," I said in a small voice. "I really do want to help you achieve everything you desire for a proper epilogue to this story. I want the best for you. It—it's all I want."

And to make him experience that ending himself, of course.

Dokja was silent for a time. Just when I was drifting off, thinking he would never respond, I heard a quiet, "I know."

Next part ->

A/N: You didn't think we'd escape the big reveal unscathed, did you? Sometimes angst takes its sweet time to develop.

Last time, the Fourth Wall protected him from such a revelation, but this time...well, eventually he needed to confront it all.

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

For the language ask game, 4 and 15!

Fun tidbit: when you mentioned "amma", my mind jumped to "omma", which iirc is Korean by origin... Or Indian, I can't put my finger on it right now, but I tend to pick up words from shows/dramas I've watched. Neat cultural lingvistic evolution!

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

i love papadam so much. i will write poetry dedicated to how incredible it is.

Papadam is what its called in Malayalam, in different parts of India it is called differently and made differently as well; the recipes vary according to region. The papadam in the pictures above is very light and crispy and it is eaten with rice (for the pure joy it creates).

Masala papad is also a pretty common snack that people enjoy. People often add onions, tomatoes and other vegetables onto it but personally i like eating masala papad plain.

[i don't know if this counts as a dish specifically but i still stand by it]

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

to be honest, i cannot think of anything like that on the top of my head. i asked my mom and she also couldn't think of anything

so i'll share something my mom would say to me whenever i would not fill in the measurement of quantity (kilometers, rupees, m/s) in maths and physics

If the answer was 4m/s but i only wrote 4, my mother would ask me, "Four what? ചക്ക? മാങ്ങ?"

മാങ്ങ (maanga; but you don't put emphasis on the 'g' sound): mango

ചക്ക (chakka): jackfruit

so if i didn't specify it properly the answer might as well be mangoes and jackfruits.

You're right! 엄마 (eomma) does sound a lot like അമ്മ (amma)!! It turns out that in a lot of languages the word for mother sounds very similar! In English the equivalent would be Mama/mom/ma, which have similar words in other languages like Hindi: माँ (ma).

I found some stuff if you're interested from wikipedia and reddit

"hi, I'm not from the US" ask set

[thebottomfromhell]

How do the demons react/interact with a human GN reader? Do they like foreigners? I feel like they might be racist? Does douma think of like foreign meat lol? Reader can speak Japanese so I guess they can talk if you want them to interact?

Also I love your righting! I think you are the only king writer who writes them in character, it’s so nice reading fanfic when the characters are writing well and you are the only person who writes them right, plus you write really well! Great detail! I always look forward to your writing!!!

*In History Channel II voiceover* After the American colonization by the Europeans, the Japanese folk started to distrust foreigner forces to not cause distubances in their recent adquired piece by pressing their influence, leading them to close the borders in the Edo period. It wasn't until- *static sound before it takes over the post*

Also, Douma reacting to western meat is gold, imagine if people tasted similar to their local cuisine. Bet that would make Chinese, Indian (from India, to make sure it's clear. I never refer to natives of America, as a continet, as Indians), Mexican, and Korean people his favorites (he strikes me as someone that loves spicy food, one of those who always say "It's not that spicy" while blushing and sweating).

Demons meeting foreigner Human GN Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Racism, Mentioned prostitution, Mentioned sexism, Mentioned/Implied reader's death (bonus dead reader), And Deshumanization? (Some of the demons get refered as "it", so does reader).

Gyutaro + Daki:

Now, let's be clear, after the borders got open again one of the places that got the most amount of foreigners was the Red Light District. Obviously, only wealthy people came, hence they went to take some entertainment while making deals and trade, besides the Japanese upper class using the attractions as a displey of power and superiority. Now, to say Gyutaro and Daki are fond of these... turists... they are not.

It's mostly mild annoyance of things that build up, like their attutide to degrade the courtesans to just serve food, drinks and sex, the dislike of their accent and disregard of errors when speaking the language, the fact they speak of the courtesans in between them in their native language, a lack of proper manner or knowledge to behave in the tables, and everything. Daki still remembers the time on threw a poem she wrote with exquisite caligrafy. It's not pleasurable, but they rarely appear, so it can be tolerated. In some senses they are not worst than first time clients, or the poorest who are expending everything in one night of entertaining, but still.

"Excuse me." It was pure coincidence you met them, you only wanted to ask for the bill of the drinks of the woman attending you, wanting to leave as the bussiness trip was taking a turn out of your comfort zone. When you entered, you found a half-naked woman using sashes to absorbe the one who was attending you. You tried ran from it by miracle, scaping to the crowd. You tray to tell it to someone, but you just were discarted as drunk because due not being your first language, the fear, and the adrenaline of the scape anyone couldn't understand your Japanese. It was the second, the mere second you weren't watched that you felt a presence, a cold breeze of air and preassure that left you dizzy, that you suddenly found yourself back inside, in a dark room.

"I got --- -----, neheh." The voice sound so distorted you can't understand it, it feels that half of what he, you think, says are sick groans and moans of pain that slur words. When you look at the source of the voice you see a... is that even human? And the woman from before, tone more childish, but at least you can understand what she says. "Not pretty enough for me, clearly not a Japanese beauty. It might make me sick! I don't want to eat that! And I don't want you to eat it neither!" They both look at you, as you tremble, not knowing what to do. "Ne. You seem to be very lucky, ne. Good for you! None of use seems interested in eating you, so you get a quick death. Ne!" It.... he says, talking slowly, as he brings his arm up and blood starts to cone out of wrtist into his raised hand in the shape of sickle. You finally find your voice, talking in panic, as you beg in your native tongue. "Hey! We don't speak... whatever you are talking! Shut up! If you are going to cry at least do it in Japanese!"

They seem annoyed, and you don't know if you might manage to raise their volume so someone might come and see before they kill you, but you try to regain composture and talk in Japanese. Talk in Japanese, Y/N. "Please, I'll do anything. Let me go.... " You beg, in that you start to mention your family, your home, fuck you don't want to die so far from home, rambling in desperation things about your culture, traditions, your favorite places while thinking that you don't want to die without that in a place your loved ones won't be able to mourn you and by the time you realize... the female.... one is actually interested.

"What does that mean?" She seems curious... in a childlike way, which would be endearing if you didn't fear for your life. The other one seems to relax and let you both be. You don't understand, but you also dom't ask, just... satiate her curiosity, not fully so she won't decide she had enough of you, yet enough to give her something worthwhile. Aurprinsinly enough, they let you go when the sun comes out, or rather, they dissapear in a rush. You take your chance to leave, not without hearing a whisper in your ear. "You better come back tommorrow night, ne." You can only tremble.

Gyokko:

Gyokko can't stand good people on a good day, now imagine him tolerating turist in a normal one. He was just stealing viewing some foreign goods that just came in a ship, some more interesting than others, when you, who probably traveled in that same ship, walked on him. You freeze the second yoy lay eyes on him, clearly anything but a human being, mouthes where the eyes should be, pale scales instead of skin, no legs as the bottom is linked to a pot, an eye on the mouth and one on the forehead. You can only stare in confusion and fear, and after a few seconds of silence, Gyokko talk. "What are you-" "AAAHHHHHHHH!" You run, as if hearing.... it talk was the last straw, what you needed for your body to activate a fight or flight response.

"You little shit!" You try to get towards the exit when you get yourself tripped with abother pot... what that.... that wasn't there earlier, was it? You don't get an asnwer, instead you see that creature getting out of this new pot, slowly and smoothly, as if it lacked bones. You are terrified, what ia this thing? "Don't run away when I'm talking! You foreigners are animals or what?! You lack any basic esucation and respect to the ones that are older!" It talks so humanly, in the same tongue of the people native to these lands, one mouth speaking at the time.

It takes you a while to be able to regain the courage to speak, even more to remember how to do so in Japanese. "What are you?" You manage to ask, you think, fluently enough. Or maybe you didn't, because now it's your turn to be stared by those creepy eyes. You get the term "oni" or something like that, but you have no idea what it means. It's a monster? A ghost? A demon? Maybe asking, considering the bridge due the language, was useless, and it embarrasses you, but now your attention is more in how to get away from this "oni". "I... I need to go. Have an appointment." That is all you can try.

Gyokko looks at you, and decides to wonder. How would your skin taste? Would it be a delicasy? Or would he loath it as much as he is loathing your manners and personality. "An appointment, you say?" Or maybe, just maybe, he can take advantage of this. If one of his pots, or several, manage to reach outside Japan, he might be able to do so as well. (Not that he knows, he might not have enough power for such a trip, but a little testing would never hurt). "Then let me apologize for keeping you here." He makes a new pot out of one of his hands before offering it to you, you don't dare to deny it... maybe it's friendly. "I might give you more if we meet again, hehehe~" and like that, Gyokko leaves, wanting to see if he can get out of Japan, to conquer forward would definetely please him. And you... you can only keep the pot in your bag and never break it or take it out. Never.

Hantengu + Clones:

Hantengu is afraid of the seas, and anything that comes from it. Some fishes, waves, even people! How can people come from the sea?! Do they breath in water?! Are they monsters?! So scary! So scary! No! No! No! It's so scary he would never steal from any of those ships! Never! It's his hands! It's his hands fault! Have some compasion towards an old, blind man! Yes! He is blind! Please don't "EEEEEEEECK!" A scream, or rather a shriek, leaves his lips once you go to get your stuff. You have no idea what is hoing on, you just cover your ears under the assault on them. Meanwhile Hantengu is just. So. Scared! So he decides to take actions.

He runs. And you just look confused, precessing what just happened. Some seconds of silence and you decide that all of that was just your imagination and you must get to the inn to sleep it off. You didn't expect is to hear a different voice, angry, from the direction Hantengu ran off. "What?! This is it? This is what we were summoned for?!" Only to find completely different figures, ascept they are not. 4 horned "humans" with bright eyes, exactly the same from one another. Escept one that has... bird limbs? Talons in his hands, feet and wings... what is- "Now, now, Sekido! Be nice! Aren't you glad we got separated?" A different voice, even if it's just the same face, except the eye color. "It's pathetic how much Hantengu has come to rely on us, so sad. This is just a mere human, one of us is enough. Why call the four of us? Really sad."

Then one of them is suddenly on top of you, the bird one, making you fall on your back as he kneels on top of you to see you in the face, closer. He has fangs... and... kanji in the eyes. "This one is different, though. I can already taste it!" What the-? "Kill it! Kill it! It's a monster! It comes from the sea!" The figure from before, except it's so small. What happened to it? Him? You don't even know that. But most of the figures just stare at it, either looking done for or confused, as the one with red eyes talks again. "What? This human? You have to be fucking with us! You got scared because of a foreigner?! You yourself can kill that shits! We should, before they infest the proper culture!"

"Oi, oi, Sekido. Isn't that a bit too harsh? To kill them inmediately would be a waste. We could at least check out if it's actually different from a, ya know, normal human. From Japan. Don't ya agree, Urogi? Aizetsu?" "A human it's a human, they are weak and die, it's sad no matter what. I don't see why put so much effort." "Well, I DO want to know how is life outside Japan!" They are all basically talking over you, and you try to push the bird figure off you, but it's a lot heavier than you expected it. Aren't birds supposed to be light to fly? "Hey human! Can you breath underwater? Can you eat fish? Oh! Oh! Can you read and write?" "You yourself don't know how to read and write Urogi." You feel crowded, but at least none of these seem to be that aggressive, except the red-eyed one, but that one seems busy with the green-eyed one.

"I would like to sit down....." At least the bird onw gets off you, even if he keeps assaulting you with questions. You answer as much as you can when you hear a shout from the other side. "Fine! But it's your responsibility, and you will get rit of them when you are done, AND deal with the main body! Understand Karaku?" There is a nod as the green-eyes one takes the small figure near the group you are with. "Good news! Ya get to live until we get bored! I reccomend you to be interest, beside, Hantengu needs to you you are just a human." He shows the sobbing creature in his hands. "Oh! Do we get to name them?" "Humans come with names most of the time, Urogi. So no."

So, two want to know about you, one wants to get rid of you, one doesn't care and the first figure is scared of your. Just what the hell is hoing on? "Y/N. My name is Y/N." The bird one deflates, but the geem-eyed one grins. "A pleasure to meet ya! Name is Karaku, and I bet we will have a lot of fun together!" You don't like how he said "fun", but you don't get much of a choice. So you play along, and wait for a chance to just run away. And you get it an hour or two the sun comes out, as the crowd starts to form. You must just have to wait for the right moment. Just wait.

Nakime:

So far, you don't regret coming to Japan, you have seen things you liked, things you disliked, and managed to try new things. It was an experience alright, not one to do so many often, considering what a nuisance it was to arrive to Japan in the first place, and you still would not abandon the comforts of home for nothing. After all, such a travel would not be possible for anyone with low resources, and you are more than happy to be able to make a travel or two for luxury every once in a while, but soon it will have to end. Not that you can't make the best of it while you are at it, that is why you are moving with some strangers as they guide you through the city, just now they showed you a very nice restaurant, where you ate and ate and made your money worth. You were about to part ways when suddenly a note of a weird instrument sounds and... you are in free fall.

Nakime doesn't deal with people. She is too important for him to remain unhidden, or at least that is what she tells herself. The only humans that step into her castle are the ones she, and any other guest (namely Muzan), will be dining for the evening. Your odds were not good when uou found yourself in a place with no ceiling, floor and wall at the same time it has millions of them, changing passages and corridors, portal doors and everything that can make a house a fantasy puzzle. And she is weirded out as you fall into a room nearby her, as the group you were with are spreaded across the castle, as she hears some weird words she has never heard before, clearly not japanese.

She looks at you with curiosity as you finish to swear due the pain of the impact, but with how long you have been falling, you guess it's a miracle you are still alive. And... what is this place? What... you can't begin to describe everything and everywhere... moving. Floating. Existing. You can't even see from where you fell, and you swore you heard the other scream as well, when a female voice makes you turn around. "Is there something you want to say outloud?" Pale skin, black hair covering her eyes, black dress, or kimono, or whatever it's called. That is all you can tell from the distance, besides the fact she has a... a guitar, you think? "Where are we?" You feel the need to ask her.

She doesn't recognize your accent. "You are not from Japan, are you?" Now, should that knowledge even change things? Should she reserve you for him? Should she just kill you and eat you? She definetely can't send you back, not that she would. But this is a new experience that might need s new resolve, and she isn't sure how she feels about it. Better to bother him more than actually needed than to do something wrong. "My name is Nakime, and you shall stay here until I can reach my master." She says as she plays her Biwa and you are... in a room, no doors, no windows, only a room, until your fate is sealed. You should have stayed at home.

Akaza:

Akaza will not admit it but... he actually forgot for the longest time there was a literal world outside Japan. Truth be told, Japan is already big enough as it is, and with his speed he has already traveled throght most of it, if not all of it with the smaller islands around being the exception. After seeing so much... repeatedly, in search for a god dammed flower, he just... forgot there is more. His life, as far as he remembers, was confided in his duty and how far his abilities would let him go, sothe second he realizes there is actually people from... outside, he gets curious. Not particulary fond, but curious.

Finding you was a coincidence, thought. And one that was not that probable to happen. He was looking for the blue spider lily, and you were just having a walk nearby the inn. And what you see is a man with weird eyes, weird hair and weird tattoos. It does startle you at first, but is human enough, even if the lack of clothes and the light coming from the eyes, says otherwise. Maybe is some coatume due a tradition, it wouldn't be the weirdest one you have seen so far in Japan. "Hello. Are you also traveling?" Akaza can tell by your smell alone, even without getting close. You are not from here, you came from the sea, it's smell still lingers on you, alongside with a scent of... unknown. Not only that, but you are so out of place you don't realize the danger you are in.

At first he is tempted to threaten you, to tell you to fuck off, basically. Akaza is not really hubgry right now and he would rather not spoil his night by having to deal with a weak human. But... when was the last time he was able to hold a converdation with a human? He remembers a hashira, years ago, one he killed after being rejected, while they were fighting. Come to think about it, the only humans he actually talks to are Hashira, so... why not make a little change just for once. It's not like he will ever see ypu again, specially after you leave Japan. "More or less, I'm Akaza. What is your name?" You at first have trouble understanding, since you use the polite tones, the ones you were taught to use, while this guy, Akaza uses a less formal one.

"Y/N." Is all you can say as you see him smile, it would be charming if it wasn't in a "I know something you don't" way. "A pleasure. I never heard that name before? Where is it from? What does it mean?" Akaza decides to just be curious, he can't get in trouble for making a few questions and not eating you. And a part of him is... happy, very relaxed, to be able to sit down and talk without any threats or status in between. There is something... nostalgic about it, but he can't put his finger on why. "I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for the night. I would like to hear about yourself." Specially since... he seems to know how to keep a conversation alive? Odd. Just odd. Meanwhile, you decide talking with a handsome stranger is not the worst thing this trip could give you. "Of course. What do you want to hear about?"

Douma:

Douma rarely ever gets to even hear about foreigners, being in a secluded cult tends to leave him a bit out of touch from society, with the exception of the few times he goes to have a walk, burn some steam, outside at night. But even then, he isn't there for light conversation, which leads to the fact that he is definetely excited to meet you, if his accelerated heartbeat is meant to say anything. You found his cult by mere coinsidence and, while you don't believe in a man being able to hear the gods (you don't even believe there are "gods", but you are not here to tell other why their religion is wrong) but you were curious about this talk of "silver hair and rainbow eyes", specially since there was a chance you didn't understand correctly because of the language.

But he does have rainbow eyes and silver hair, almost like a mytical creature. Very attractive, but still very human in his appereance, even if there is something odd. Then again, to you, every Japanese has been odd, almost completely different to how people work back home. "Why don't you spend the night here? I would love to talk with you a little more. I find myself intrigued with what else is unique about you." He offers, making you conflicted, something about him makes want to both come closer and run away. You end up going back, you already booked an inn, and you don't want the money you spend on the room and food to go to waste.

The walk is long, even by carriage or horse, it's doesn't help when suddenly the wheel broke. You were waiting for reparations when suddenly you saw something shine in the dark. When you got clored, you were suddenly pinned on the wall with your mouth covered by a cold hand, as if it just touched snow. Just like the hand of... that man, that is looking at you. There is no way he is actually anything but a human, right? But how did he get here? Alone? At night? Those were 3 hours in carriage. "Y/N? Right? I am afraid I couldn't control myself, I was just so curious. I have never had the chance to taste a human from overseas! I needed to try you out!" He says cheerfully. What does this freak mean? You don't understand at all! What does he want with you?

"Oh, don't do that. You will not be able to scape my grip, no matter how much you wiggle. Specially since I would like to talk with you, so it would make me very sad if you forced me to kill you so soon. I would even cry!" You stop in your tracks, kill you? Then you realize the guys is not even putting an effort at all, just smiling at you expectantly. Then, suddenly your mouth is free, but you are too afraid to shout for help. What is this? A demon? Like, a demon from hell? "Don't be afraid, you will see that you end up winning on the end, you will be able to exist forever within me." Just what did you get yourself into?

Kokushibou:

He is aware, of course, that there are... people, outside Japan. He remembers his father buying every once over half-a-decade an item from foreigner merchants. "Exotic tokens", he called them. Michikatsu knew better, his father didn't like those pieces of... trash any more than he did, it was just a display of wealth for when visitors came. Still, it was never of his liking, and now that he is meeting you... it's not that he is conflicted, it's that he knows that what he is thinking shouldn't be said put loud. You are... different, to say it kindly, non-traditional, and he is not fond of that.

You can't hold yourself to the same standards he always held himself, or tried to, the ones of a proper man of the samurai gentry, since your education is completely different, if you even have that. The lack of knowledge in your culture doesn't let him tell just with your clothes or manners. He doesn't know what irritates him the most, his loss when trying to read you or how different you are. It's odd, out of his comfort zone. Kokushibou hates being out of his comfort zone. It doesn't help that you are outside your comfort zone too, having troubles with the culture and language.

You just found each other a moment you walked out the inn for fresh air. The first thing you did was scream, he flinched. The second thing you did was run, he stared, inmovilized in the spot you just saw him, wondering if you are worth killing or not. Then he figures out... you might not be versed enough in Japanese for you to say anything, and people might just tell you you saw a ghost (not that he can say if they are real or not), so... it's not worth the effort. Then an intrusive thought flies through his brain.

"What if he ate you?" A part he always denies prompts in, that part that is less a samurai and more an animal than anything else, always hungry, angry, envious and greedy. And it does have a point this time, he might never get a chance to taste something different, to pretend he has some choice in what he eats, if he doesn't do it now. Is tempting, as you run away. A jump with few steps would be enough to catch up with you, or not even that, a swing of his swords with a breath would be enough to kill you as you run, slicing your body as you move. Kokushibou stays still for some seconds, heart beating fast as he contemplates, grip tight on his sword, takes a deep breath... and turns around to never see you again as long as he can do something about it. For the better for both of you.

Bonus:

Douma's hunger is being now placated by your flesh, wet sounds of the blood and tissues splashing as he rips the pieces, instead of just biting them off your dead body. He doesn't remember the taste of sticky rice in a human tongue, but if he had to describe the new taste in comparison with "not sticky rice". He can't seem to explain, the amounts of greese, iron and other tastes are just different. But he likes it. It's new, and that makes it exciting, addictive even. Part of him regrets killing you so soon, an unrealistic part of him wishes this taste could have been prolonged somehow, but not finishing to eat you now would only be a waste.

The sound of the fangs penetrating your skin, and he wonders, do all foreigners taste like this, or just you. He really, really, really wants to find out. What would it take to have him to agree to invade some neighbor country, he wonders. His heart gets giddy at the thought. More food om the way! He definetely has to try to ask. With that in mind, he finishes to eat, and the next time there is a meeting between the Kizuki, he will ask permission to start a movement to have more foreign meat. He drools at the idea, it's impossible he will be said not to.

[Spoiler: Muzan did say no. Douma is disappointed.]

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BEDEVIL || jeon jk

Pairing: jungkook x reader.

Genre: mystery, suspense, yandere.

warning: mentions of death, vulgar language, stalker themes, smut

Summary: who knew her only one visit to local cafe would ruin her life.

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This is what I mean when I say that I am utterly obsessed with her.

Here I am,standing in the middle of body parts. An eye, ear, nose, lies everywhere around me. Every single part of the body is sliced so perfectly by me. Easy death, isn't it?

Who's?

Of that fucker who laid his filthy eyes on my woman for 45 fucking seconds. That to in front of me when he knows that she belongs to me.

Alex, one of my most trusted man. Worked with me for 7 big years, is now laying on the floor without any recognition. I guess he was so desperate to die with my hands that's why he chose to look at what's mine. Fucking hell I need to waste my breath on this type of people. Now I need a proper shower so I can attend my university and see my babe.

Looking at myself for too long in the mirror was never my thing. People always say that no one has born more handsome than me but I didn't care. I never even cared about my looks but look what she made me do.

Right now, I am standing in front of the mirror from past half n hour so that I can look presentable in front of my bae.

Taking my car keys I went downstairs in order to reach university as soon as possible so that I can stare at her for longer duration. I am so fucking desperate to breathe the same air as her.

“Why are you driving like a fucking f1 driver!?” Kai muttered who is sitting beside me in my Porsche Taycan. Kai is my best friend since diapers and he holds a masters degree in making my life easy as well as tough.

“So that we can reach early you piece of trash” I replied feeling frustrated. “do you want to give a fucking ballet performance to the professors by reaching early? Why are we in so much hurry dude, the university starts at 10 and it’s 8:45 right now” he says in his idiotic manly voice. The only thing that I like about kai is his voice.he can manipulate anyone with his honey like voice.you can say it’s his power.

I scoffed at his remark, “ you know the reason kai”

“Yeah I get it but you usually start your engine at 9:15 and get there at 9:30 so how come sooo early today?”

I furrowed my eyebrows saying “how the fuck are you this much aware of my schedule plus what is wrong with your car , why am I giving you the lift?”

“ I uh- hehehe actually yesterday I got really drunk at the bar and someone complimented my car so I gave them as a gift” “Were you on drugs or what!? Get a new car by today I ain’t giving you a single more ride to anywhere anymore” oh god this guy is insane. He is talking nonstop from the second he entered the car. I just can’t handle his ass for more that fifteen minutes. He fucking talks like a radio. Doesn’t know where to stop and where to take a pause. I am soon having hearing problems for sure.

Soon we are able to see university gate and I parked my car beside hers. We got out of the car and I practically ran in order to see my babe. I entered the classroom and my eyes immediately started searching for her.

There she is

MIN JHANVI, my possession

Sitting in the third row with her headphones on. Today she is wearing long floral white frock with rose gold jewellery. She always looks stunning in her simple outfit and minimal makeup. My baby doesn’t have much friends which is good but she is too friendly. Everyone here is ready to lick her toes so that they can be close to her. she is too beautiful.

Her olive skin tone which turns golden when she is under the sun, a warm pretty smile with dimples on her both light chubby cheeks. she is half korean and half indian. her father is korean and her mother is indian that's the only thing i know about her family which is strange cause nothing can be hidden from me. anyways today she is smiling a lot , not that i object but usually she doesn't smile this much.

i move forward along with kai and sat right behind her. her soft floral vanilla scent hit my nose making me little bit dizzy. god, this girl is has power to make me lose all the battles just by her scent. soon enough the annoying professor entered along with a boy. transferred student maybe. i squint my eyes at him, he looks familiar in some ways.

"good morning students, this is kim taehyung your new classmate. he is transferred from Daegu to here by scholarship, hope you all will treat him better. welcome taehyung, you can sit wherever you want."

"thank you so much professor and i would like you sit beside swee- i mean jhanvi as we are very good friends " he muttered looking at her with shyful gaze. What the fuck how does he know her and how the her i didn't knew about him if they know each other from childhood. I took a glance at her and she is looking shocked and........happy!?!?! how the hell she can be happy by seeing other man and that to in front of me....

that guy came, sat beside her and hugged her. HE FUCKING HUGGED HER. holy cow i'll kick his a- "taebear, how are you here?" she spoke with a big cheeky smile. "are you not happy sweetcheeks? " he replied with a pout. why is he behaving like a fucking kid !? "i am, oh god i missed you like crazy" their coversation went on but i was not able to hear anything as i was fuming in anger. who is he?

"didn't knew that you were into boys" i squint my eyebrows and looked at kai, he motioned me with his eyes to look down where my hand was tightly gripping his thigh.

eww.

"i was thinking kai" " yeah i know ,about that handsome and deadly gorgeous new student " "didn't knew that you were into boys" i mocked him while he rolled his eyes on me.

its been fucking 10 minutes since the break started and this guy is practically glued to my bae, i want to ask him some questions but not in front of her as i loose my shit when she is in my radar. "J, you go place the order i'll quickly visit the washroom." that dick said and turned to head washroom." kai, i'll be back in 15" i followed him to the washroom. now i will get my answers.

"yo, kim shit" i said out loud while eying him from head to toe. he is good looking but not more than me.

"are you talking to me?" i scoffed and replied, "no i am talking to the cupcake behind you" "oh sorry, thought you were talking to me, carry on."

what the fuck.

“Are you a bitch!? Of course I am calling out for you” “oh, say it what you want”

“Why is she calling you taebear!?” “Seriously jeon! This is what you asked first” we both turned around and found kai leaning on the sink counter.seriously.

What doesn’t he leave me alone.

“Uh- me and jhanvi are best friends since childhood as our parents were close.” taehyung spoke in a sad tone “But she has lost her parents in childhood right?”I questioned.

“ no not really but yes you can say that” he replied like we are playing riddles. “What shit are you saying!!?”

“Why should I give you her details and by the who are you?” He spoke in a questionable manner.

I grinned and replied “well I am her boyfriend ”suddenly a loud and deep laugh echoed in the bathroom which belonged to none another than Kim. “god you are lying this is not possible”

“And why is it not possible?”

“Because we are already engaged ”

[strongbookthoughts]

Notes on The Yearlong Pantry by Erin Alderson

I checked out this book because it was a new arrival I hadn't noticed before. I literally only looked at the front cover. So I was a bit surprised when I realized that it's a vegetarian cook book once I got home and started looking at it.

Honestly, when I grabbed the book, I was expecting something that focused more on seasonal foods. Instead, our three main categories are grains, legumes, and nuts & seeds.

The author does get a little into the weeds with grain prep, but also gives fairly good advice about where to buy some of the obscure grains. (Random fact: I had einkorn a few days ago, and it was quite tasty. I was completely surprised to realize it's mentioned in this book. In a waffle recipe, which is probably amazing.)

Also, you can pickle grains. My mind is blown.

The legumes section has a nice assortment of bean-types. There are directions for starting with dried beans (the point is pantry staples, after all!), but there are notes on how to make canned beans work with most recipes.

The seeds and nuts section feels the thinnest to me. Maybe it's because none of the recipes feature cashews, and those are my faves. On the other hand, the intro to the section talks about making nut milk. So it's not really lacking in culinary adventure. The very first recipe, Whipped Goat Cheese Dip with Black Pepper Hazelnuts, looks particularly yummy.

The flavor profiles are casually global. I noticed Italian, Indian and Korean back to back to back.

The book is vegetarian, not vegan, but there's a pretty good amount of wiggle room to go fully vegan in some recipes. And others are vegan anyway.

Some recipes do have seasonal notes for if ingredients are not easy to find year-round.

Overall, a solid reference book! I do think the most attention was given to the grain section. And if I was going to start exploring my options there, this would be a spectacular book to have on hand. And as a happy meat-eater, yes I did see a few ways I might tweak a recipe or two to include meat. But I honestly think that most of these recipes are more than flavorful enough without doing that.

[syrupsyche]

🍈🫐 for the ask game!

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Blorbo 1 (Cosette) has been answered here; time for Blorbo 2: Enjolras!!

Well for one, I like making him Asian, OR AT THE VERY LEAST black-haired, black-eyed. Other than the obvious projection aside, I just adore how the colour scheme looks on him. Shiny black hair that reflects the light, and dark black eyes that reflects back your own image......also, an Asian Enjolras could come from a myriad of backgrounds that would have the same rich history of uprisings and revolutions as France (perhaps even more), some still fighting for quite literally the same rights that Enjolras would fight for til this day. My go-to design is Korean Enjolras, but I'm also a big fan of South(east) Asian Enjolras (Hadley's Vietnamese Enjolras comes to mind, but I'm also daydreaming of Filipino Enjolras.....and Indian Enjolras ...), and all these countries have a long long history of revolutions! So an Enjolras from any of these backgrounds, with an interest of his country's history and current affairs, would make perfect sense.

Another thing I keep accidentally embedding into my Enjolrai is asexuality 😭 because I don't know how allosexuals experience sexual attraction so everytime I keep trying to make him just gay, I add something that isn't exactly the most allo thing in the world....I mentioned in siren fic that Enjolras had never been affected by sirens until he slowly fell in love with Grantaire, and in teacher AU, he's only ever developed crushes once he becomes good, close friends with them, and I only just recently found out that those lean very close to being demisexual than like, straight up gay😔. So yeah, Enjolras will always be on the ace spectrum to me, whether I planned it or not :p

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

This is interesting....I have quite vanilla tastes when it comes to fics so I've been well-fed :3 But continuing from my previous answer, I do very much love to see more Asian-ified characters!! I adore Hadley's, Charlie's, and Leaf's Asian hcs and AUs, and I'd love to see more of that in art and/or fic forms! :DD

Sorry for the very, very late reply 😭 but thank you soo much for the ask!!