#What made you think that was a good English n a m e

[oosleepyfaeoo]

Royalty Fucked

Baelon Targaryen x Maid!Reader x Alyssa Targaryen

Summary: You catch the eye of a certain couple.

Warning: 18+| SMUT, Reader is a female, threesome, p in v, oral sex (f/receiving), fingering, creampie

Words: 2k

A/N: English is not my first language.

You were one of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa's servants. You start working in the Red Keep after your parent's death, leaving you with your two little brothers to raise. 

Since you had skills in caring for babes and children, you quickly became a nursemaid for the royal couple's children. Taking care of sweet Prince Viserys and the little demon prince Daemon was quite an easy and peaceful task, not to mention that their majesties let your little brothers play with their children. Make it easy for you to keep a close eye on your sweet brothers while working. 

The first day you laid your (e/c) eyes on the royal couple, you were completely in awe of their love for each other and how kind and humorous they were. Always riding the skies together on the back of their dragons or sparring in the training yard, laughing freely and throwing silly jokes at each other.  

Some people look at them with judgment, thinking how inappropriate the royal couple's actions were. Some look at them with eyes full of jealousy, wishing to have the same love and freedom that they have.  

But you look at them with admiration in your eyes, delighted to see your Lord and Lady happy. 

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“Some day, you will fly with me on Meleys’s back.” Alyssa’s words made you stop, looking at her with wide eyes as she entered the bathtub.  

Prince Viserys and Prince Daemon were already tucked in their beds, so you were helping your lady bathe. 

“I-I... That would be unfitting of me, my Lady.” You say quietly as you begin combing her hair, untangling the knots that form when she rides Meleys. “People would talk.”  

She let out a flashy laugh, her mismatching eyes looking at you with mischief. “Do I look like I give a shit about what people would say?” She says with a smirk. “Let them talk.” 

As you were about to answer, Prince Baelon walks in. You quickly stood up and bow gently to him.  

“My Prince.” You court him softly. 

He nods and kneels beside the tub, giving Alyssa a quick kiss. “How’s my lady wife and my best maid doing?”  

You blush faintly at his words as you resume your work on Alyssa’s hair.  

“Good.” She says while playing gently with one of his long silver locks that escaped his braid. “I’m trying to convince Y/n to fly with me.”  

“Oh! That’s an excellent idea, my sweet wife.”  Baelon smirks, eyeing you as you comb his wife's hair. “I assume you would let me join you both, right?”  

Alyssa chuckles. The two shared a look between them which made you frown in confusion. “Of course, Husband.” The smirk on her lips widens as she pulls him into a passionate kiss. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t let you join us.”  

Baelon hums, letting his wife thrust her tongue into his mouth. He moves his hand to cup her neck gently which made her purr in delight.  

You try to ignore the show before you, focusing on your work but you found it hard when you notice Baelon’s hand slowly going down Alyssa’s body. Observing how his large hand kneaded her breast gently, gradually moving down to cup her core.  

Alyssa lets out a pornographic moan as his fingers thrust inside her.  

You made the mistake of looking at Baelon, gasping in shock when you lock eyes with him. His lilac eyes burned with lust and desire. His gaze goes down, locking on your parted lips, and then meets your eyes again. Sending you a sensual wink as he grabs Alyssa’s hair, his fingers lingering around yours. 

Quickly standing up, you put the brush down and bow. “M-My work here is done... I will leave you be, my Lord and my Lady.” You whisper, your cheeks burning from embarrassment and desire.  

The evidence of your lust running down your thighs and your hard nipples peeking through your simple dress. 

Not wanting to give them time to reply, you ran off.  

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Since that night, you can barely meet Baelon and Alyssa's eyes. Feeling ashamed for your acts when you finally got your room. Lying down on your small bed, legs spread apart with your hand between them. Trying to imagine that Alyssa and Baelon are touching you, whispering praises in your ear while they make you fall apart. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Look what I did during my class with maester!” Viserys runs to you as you walk into the room, coming to collect him and his brother Daemon.  

You smile and kneel down to see the small wooden dragon figure in his little hand. “It’s beautiful, my prince! You’re talent.” You say while kissing his head. 

“Thank you! It’s Balerion!” He gives you a cheeky smile, a tooth missing in the front. “One day, I will be his rider!”  

Taking his hand in yours, you pick up Daemon and walk toward the room. “I’m sure you will, my sweet prince.”  

In the room, you give them a bath and dress them in their sleeping clothes.  

As you were helping them eat their dinner, Alyssa and her husband walk in, hand in hand. 

“My sweet children! How was your day?” Alyssa goes and picks up Daemon, filling his face with kisses, and making the boy giggle. 

Viserys jumps from his chair and runs toward his parents with his dragon figure in his hands. Both Baelon and Alyssa bend down to look in awe at their son's work, praising him vastly.  

You stood there awkwardly, eyes fixed on your fingers as the family laughed in joy at in being each other company.  

Grabbing the empty trays, you walk to the door but a large hand stops you. Looking back, you were met by the same lilac eyes from the other night.  

“Astrid, can you put the children to bed? I need Y/n's help to bathe.” Alyssa says while she hugs her husband from behind, her mismatching eyes shining with excitement while her husband gives you a smirk that almost made your knees give out. 

“Of course, my Lady.” Astrid grabs the children and took them to their chambers.  

The three of you stood there in silence, you afraid to meet their predatorial gaze while Alyssa walks towards the fireplace and Baelon stood behind you, studying carefully your curvy form. 

“S-Should I start the bath, my Lady?” Your voice trembles a little, making Alyssa’s gaze soften. 

She walks to you and cups your cheeks gently, making you look at her. “There’s no need to fear us, little flame.” Her thumbs move softly against your skin, forcing a shiver to run down your spine. “We only wish to please you.”  

Your face twisted in confusion, not knowing what in seven hells it was happening. “P-Pleasure?”  

You feel Baelon pull you into his front, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. “Yes, sweet little maid.” He mutters against your ear and coerces a whimper from your lips. “It seems our little show might have fright you a little but be reassured that we won’t force you into anything you don’t want.”  

Are they asking you what you think they are?! They want you to join them in they festivities?!  

Alyssa push forward and gently press her lips against yours, kissing you like you were made of glass. “Please say yes.” She murmurs against your lips. 

You look into her eyes, seeing them burning with extreme lust. You knew this was inappropriate. That someone like you, a low-born, shouldn’t indulge in royal affairs. If the King or the Queen found out, you would probably get fired and forced to go back to the streets. Doing works that would only bring you shame.  

But your body betrayed you, not listening to your morals as you crash your lips against Alyssa. Whimpering as she bites your lower lip, her firm hands grabbing gently your breast. Your body felt like it was on fire, your core already dripping from arousal.  

Baelon’s lips found your neck, kissing and nipping on your sensitive skin. His hands begin to undo your dress, letting the cheap material fall down, pooling around your feet. 

Alyssa pulls back, her eyes ranking down your naked body. “A true beauty.” She looks at her husband and nodded towards their shared chambers. “Let’s continue this in our bed, shall we?”  

With that, Baelon picks you up and strolls to their chambers. Alyssa is hot in his heels. He throws you into the bed, making you yelp in surprise. Alyssa starts to undo Baelon’s clothes, kissing every spot of his body.  

Your eyes widen when he finally gets fully naked, your mouth watering at the sight of his perfectly muscular body. Alyssa stood beside him, gently stroking his massive erection.  

“It seems someone likes you, Husband.” She says with a smirk, giving a small squeeze at the base of his cock.  

Baelon chuckles and moves toward you, his lilac gaze focus on your flushed naked body. “It seems so... and I intend to show her how much I also like her.” He growls. 

You suck a deep breath when he pulls you to the end of the bed, spreading your legs apart. Shivering in anticipation, your pussy spasms around nothing. Wanting nothing more than be filled by his massive cock. 

Baelon spits down to your core, makes you jump in surprise, and brought his fingers down to your needy clit. Rubbing gently on it while his other fingers play with your entrance.  

“So wet already.” He groans, slipping his long fingers in and out of you. Loving your lewd moans. “Who owns this pussy?”  

You gasp in shock as he slaps your cunt when you don’t reply. “You, your Grace!” You whimper pathetically.  

He bends downs, capturing your lips with his. The kiss was completely the opposite of what you shared with Alyssa. His kiss was full of passion, teeth and tongue clashing against each other. 

He rubs the tip of his large member against your entrance, coating it with your own arousal.  

“Ready?” He asks. 

Biting your lower lip, you nod. Eyes widened as he thrust fully into you, the sting of his rough intrusion creating tears in the corner of your eyes.  

“Relax, sweetie” Alyssa appears on your side, fully naked. She puts her hand on one of your breasts, slowly pitching your nipple between her slim fingers. “I know he’s big but you will get used to it.” She gives Baelon a wink. 

Baelon groans lowly as he gave a first thrust, his beautiful face twisting in pleasure from how tight you felt around him. “Shit! You’re so tight.”  

Alyssa takes your nipple into her hot mouth, sucking it harshly, while her hand moves down on your body. Her finger rubbed lazily on your clit.  

Your back arched in ecstasy, mewl as Baelon’s cock brushed against a spot that made you see stars. 

“Gods!” you cry “I-It feels so good!”  

Alyssa hums, the vibrations making you moan loudly. You move your hand down her body, your fingers finding her needy pearl. She pulls away from your nipple and captures your lips with hers, drinking all your moans.  

Baelon smirked and gave a rather rough thrust, making you both jump. “What a lovely view.” He growls. 

Grabbing your hips, he pulls you up, making you straddle him while he lies down on the bed. He kisses Alyssa as he starts driving furiously into you. 

“Sit on my face, my love.” He snarls at his wife, making her giggle. 

“Who am I to say no to that?” She straddles his face, her front facing your way, and sat on his face. Sighing in delight when he begins licking and sucking her cunt. 

Grabbing your neck, she pulls you into another passionate kiss.  

The familiar feeling of pure bliss begins to form on your lower parts, whimpering and mewling into Alyssa’s lips. Your walls squeeze tightly around Baelon’s cock, yearning you a rough slap on your ass. 

“Close already?” He chuckles beneath Alyssa. “You want to come on my cock? Want to soak my cock with your lovely nectar, sweetheart?”  

You nod quickly. “Y-yes! Oh God... Please! I want to come!” You cry. 

Baelon’s grip on your hips tightened as he set a brutal pass, forcing a loud wail from your bruised lips.  

“Come for me, little maid.” He growls, making Alyssa moan as he eats her cunt like a starving man.  

Your eyes roll back as you finally come on his cock, your body tensing as waves of ecstasy roll through you. Tears run down freely from your eyes.  

Baelon nipped Alyssa’s clit, triggering her own orgasm as he comes inside you. Painting your walls with his seed. 

You rest your head on Alyssa’s chest, nuzzling your face into her breast. Baelon pets your hips gently while he kisses Alyssa’s inner thighs. 

She grabs your chin and gives you a gentle kiss. “Congratulations, little flame. You finally rode a dragon.”  

Giggling, you both fell on the bed beside Baelon, who pulls you two into his arms. Your eyes begin to fall shut, feeling suddenly tired after all the adrenaline and ecstasy start fading away.  

But you quickly woke up as Alyssa pitched your nipples, giving you a wicked smirk.  

“Do you think it’s over, little flame?” she mused. “The night is still young. Let us enjoy it until both of us are carrying little dragons inside us.” 

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Main Tag List: @cryptid-l0ver @saelwen @saelwen-shy-elf @papichulo120627

[yourimagines]

I saw you write about UFC fighters could you do sfw and nsfw alphabet for Khamzat? I'm looking everywhere for Khamzat, but low key no one writes about him. I think he deserves some love too

of course he does, I'll start with a SFW one.

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: he adores that you love his family and friends, your always trying to understand them and even trying to speak their language. It really makes him proud to have a girlfriend like you.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your soft hands, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and that they are so small and soft makes him all protective over you.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: he’s the big spoon, his arms wrapped over your shoulders, loosely wrapped around your neck as you snuggle your head against his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, surprising you with gifts as you cook some dinner. He’s always trying to you help you out but he’s not very good at it, he just makes sure the table is set and your gift beautifully wrapped up.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He tries to tell you about what’s going on in his life but mostly he bottles his emotions away, causing him to burst everything out at the same time.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: he wants to marry you, live together and have a big family together. He wants it now but he waits for you to be ready for the next steps in life but when you are ready….

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he brings you flowers, sends you flowers. Buys everything you like, gifting everything you want. Sometimes he treats you by giving his card when you go out shopping.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he likes to hold you in the old school way but behind closed doors, your not married yet and wants to respect you but when you are married he will hold hands in public, sometimes fingers twined together.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he gets angry and worried. He yells mostly in Russian and will knock somebody out if they don’t help you/him. He will pace around and thinks how stupid he is for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: yes but not in public places, he respects you and doesn’t like to embarrass you in front of others. The pranks you pull on each other are not mega but they are funny.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Slow with you on his lap so he can hold you by your waist, he loves to take it slow, to show you how much he loves you.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: buying gifts, driving you around, respecting you and making sure you know that, buying you flowers and all ways taking care of you. He also loves to kiss you and hold you in his arms.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: going to your first live fight night, he brought the best tickets and made sure you loved it, he got you some drinks and snacks. He made sure you met some of the fighters and took you out for food/dinner afterwards.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Someone hurting you, like seriously hurting you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He’s silly with you, he likes to make these weird food combinations and watch cartoons with you.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Babe and honey

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: at home, watching some tv, training together in his home gym, going for a walk or swim, doing anything you want.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: that one song everyone puts under their Khamzat edits, when you hear that one, you think immediately about him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s open with you, he shares his secrets because he trusts you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took two months for him to properly asked you to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: angry, he will get angry and afterwards he’s the person who apologise and tries to make it up with you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He doesn’t really like to show you off like a prize but he loves to bring you around his family, showing them your good to him and that he’s good for you.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would fight everybody (smash everybody). Nobody is talking crap about you, he will make sure of that.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He doesn’t see everything, he will see the basic things and knows when your not feeling well but that’s it, he doesn’t really know when your giving him these small hints.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: somewhere private, probably in a fancy hotel on a balcony.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: chilling around, your hands touching his back. After a good fight or training.

[davidlikesguys02]

The English Teacher

Word count: 1,132

Warning’s: 18+, you’re 18, blowjob, unprotected sex, *text from -A*,

M/n: Male name

L/n: Last name

GIF not mine

Kinktober 2022

You walk towards your English class. It was pretty late but you had to talk to Mr. Fitz about your grade. You already had a 65 in his class and you knew that if you didn’t do anything to change that grade your parents would kill you. Of course you’d be willing to do anything to bring your grade up, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.

You made it to the classroom door and knocked as you walked in. “Hi Mr. Fitz, I wanted to talk to you about my grade” he looked up at you “I would love too but do you think it could wait until tomorrow” you walk closer towards him “no it can’t wait, I have a pretty low grade in your class” “alright take a seat” he motions you towards one of the desk on the front row.

You take a seat and watch as he looks around his desk and grabs a packet of paper on his desk and begins to flip through the pages. “M/n what’s you're last name?” “L/n” “here we go, you have a 45 in my class” “does that include the test we just took?” “It does” you lay your head on the table “great” you look up and look at Mr. Fitz. “Could I maybe get some extra work, just enough to bring my grade up?”

“I do have some work I could give you, but it would not be enough to bring your grade up” You watch as he leans on his desk, slowly you get up and walk towards him putting your arms around his neck “I’m sure there are other ways I could get some extra credit Mr. Fitz” you begin to undo some of the buttons on his shirt “well I’m sure we could figure something out M/n” he pulls you closer gripping your hips.

You slide your hand down his clothed body and begin to tease his growing bulge through his pants. You watch as a moan escapes his mouth. He grips your legs and sets you down on the desk, he pulls you towards him and kisses you. You moan into each other’s mouths, you begin to unbutton his shirt “god your pretty hot for a English teacher” he pulls you towards him “I’m going to ruin you M/n”

He begins to bite and suck at your neck, you throw your head back moaning. He pulls away and begins to remove his pants, you also begin to remove your clothes. You're both in the classroom just in your underwear, he leans in and kisses you, slowly inserting his hands into your underwear. He begins to knead your ass cheeks, you so the same and slide your hands into his underwear slowly jerking him off.

You begin to slowly pull down his underwear and watch as it drops to the ground and he kicks it away. You slowly drop to your knees and begin to kiss his member, you open your mouth and slowly take him down all the way to the base. You look up through teary eyes and see his head thrown back, “oh god” you feel as he grips your head keeping you there “i'm cumming” you feel the warm liquid travel down your throat as you swallow most of it.

You slowly remove your mouth from his dick, you look up has he catches his breath “wow, that was amazing” you slowly get up and take his still hard cock in your hands “lemme return the favor” he spins you around and throws you on his desk, you feel as he pulls down your underwear. He brings his fingers near your face and inserts them in your mouth.

You instinctively begin to suck on his fingers, he removes his fingers from your mouth and you feel as he begins to push one of the fingers through your tight hole, he slowly begins to move his finger in and out. After a few minutes you feel as he added another finger, you let out a couple of moans until he hit something inside you that made you grip the desk turning your knuckles white.

“Common M/n moan my name like the slut that you are” “mhm Ezra please don’t stop” “don’t worry I plan on making you feel good” after a few more minutes of him playing and abusing your hole with his fingers, he knew you were ready to take him. “You ready M/n?” You get comfortable on the desk and nod.

You feel as he begins to slowly enter you “damn you still pretty tight and I love it” you just lay there and moan as he fully enters you. He grips your hips tightly and pulls you towards himself, he begins to slowly move his hips hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see white spots in your vision. “Mr . Fitz faster” “call me Ezra” “Ezra please…Just fuck me faster”

You feel his hips begin to pick up some speed, he grabs some of your hair and pulls your head back so he could kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you, he pulls away and grips your throat as he keeps thrusting into you. “You like that slut” you bite your lip as you nod. You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten “I’m close daddy”

You feel as his thrust become slopier “cum in me daddy please” “god you're such a slut…ahhh shit I’m cumming” he thrust into you one last time and you feel as the white liquid begins to paint your insides white. “Mhm Ezra” he pulls out of you and watches as his cum begins to exit your abused hole.

“Shit…that’s hot” he grabs some paper towels and begins to clean the both of you. “You might need to stay after school for a few weeks, it’ll really bump up your grade” “at what time do I need to be here Ezra” you pull him closer so you can kiss him “4:00 pm is fine” you lean in and kiss him.

You begin to out on your clothes, you grab your phone and see a message you open and it’s a video of you and Ezra having sex there was a message under the video *watch out M/n or I might release your movie* you put the phone away in your pocket and begin to walk out of the classroom.

“I’ll see you next week Ezra” “wait” he walks over to you and pulls you in for a kiss. “Do you wanna come over to my place?” “When” “this Sunday” “sure” you smile and give him one final kiss as you walk out of his class room.

[crydadoll]

Hello poeple! Let's talk about Crydamoure! More precisely its etymology and design. And of course, it's a t h e o r y. Mine theory. Thanks to @whyfalloutwhenyoucanpanic to encourage me to do this.

Most of poeple think Crydamoure means "Cry (tears coming from your eyes) of Love", right? But to me, it doesn't makes sense if you think well. When you really love, you don't want to cry. You can cry about feeling happy or losing what or someone you love. But not about love something/someone.

The name "Crydamoure" cames from the french expression/phrase "Cri d'amour", which Cri means "shout/cry out" and Amour means, well, "love". So in the end, it means "Love shout". It could be a shout like a war cry, when the warrior gave a shout like "ATAAAAACK!" and right after start to moving to atack the enemy; like in movies. That's cool because it matches with the logo, that looks like a medieval emblem. And we have Le Knight Club as a major artist of Cryda. Also, if you put Cryda's logo upside down, it becames a heart.

B U T !

Love shout also reminds me of the vocalization the people made while are m a k i n g l o v e (my loooooove ♫) Well, that's not impossible, because it came from french people, since they are known have a very romantic stereotype lol. Also some LKC remix sounds kind sexy, like Aloud - Undersea (Le Knight Club Edit) and Zoot Woman - Taken It All (Le Knight Club Remix).

Another point is the correct french word to love word is "amour", not amoure. (as far as I know). Maybe it's a way to people doesn't think about this sex-thing releated. And this thing about amoure/amour remember of Guy Man and his name. He presents himself like this, but that isn't his real name. It's just a shortening, which just joke with the meaning of "man" word (I know before you find out it's said "Gee", you said "guy" instead lol.) And, of course, let's dont forget about he is our beloved golden bot with a heart; a heart which produces beats. So he's a beatmaker; THE beatmaker of Daft Punk <3.

The demage is done. Have a good day! :D Fun fact: Cryda'a logo fits perfectly on Stella's chest (from The Crescendolls).

Ps.: I'm not english native speaker, so i'm sorry if i said/write something out of context. And i'm not french person.

[baemon-ivy]

( 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𖣠 ) 𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ Baby Monster ›☆l𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𓄹╴IVY

𓆩 𓆪 𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ Who's The Clan With The Master Plan? YG Baby YG Baby

Italics: Korean | Bold italics: English ( British accent)

l𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶: February 4,2023 ; first member to be revealed

YG PRESENTS

B A B Y M O N S T E R

IVY

July 07, 2007

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YANG HYUNSUK/ YG EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: IVY…She got it all. She has good looks, talented, and has a very outstanding character. 아이비… 그녀는 모든 것을 얻었습니다. 그녀는 외모가 좋고 재능이 있으며 매우 뛰어난 성격을 가지고 있습니다.aibi… geunyeoneun modeun geos-eul eod-eossseubnida. geunyeoneun oemoga johgo jaeneung-i iss-eumyeo maeu ttwieonan seong-gyeog-eul gajigo issseubnida.

A clip of her Introduce herself; “Hello, My name is Ivory Lemiere. and I’m from Paris , France. My speciality is dance.”

YG 오디션 Audition ( 2019.11 ) ♪♬ SEAN PAUL - ‘No Lie’

In which, she auditions to YG Entertainment with a choreography that she made herself to Sean Paul’s ‘No Lie’.

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YANG HYUNSUK/ YG EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: IVY, she’s such a talented girl. The more I look into her, she reminds me alot of Jennie. She can dance, sing beautifully, rap very well, and looks like a human-doll. She’s definitely at the top of my list to debut.

[ ( MONTHLY EVALUATION ( 2020.4 ) first evaluation ) ]

♪♬ Naomi Scott - ‘Speechless’ cover IVY

In which, she rang Naomi Scott’s Speechless, and the video only showed the clip where she rang the high notes.

0:43 - ♪♬ ~ I won’t be silenced, you can’t keep me quiet.

1:13 - ♪♬ ~ Won’t tremble and you try it, all I know I won't go speechless

'Cause I'll breathe

When they try to suffocate me

Don't you underestimate me

'Cause I know that I won't go speechless ~

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YANG HYUNSUK/ YG EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Ivy’s speciality is definitely high-notes. She pulls them off like a piece of cake. Ivy has never made me disappointed with her vocals. I mean like I can’t explain how, I think for me its like impossible to find someone who has such a beautiful voice like ivy’s. Also her vocals…wow it’s really hard to beat her vocals honestly. She’s definitely was born to be a an ace.

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[ ( MONTHLY EVALUATION ( 2020.7 ) second evaluation ) ]

𓆩 𓆪 𓂃⌁. Dance cover of BLACKPINK’s Jennie “solo”

In which, she did her second monthly evaluation to BLACKPINK’s Jennie“Solo” with a choreography that she made herself.

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[ ( MONTHLY EVALUATION ( 2021.6 ) third evaluation; group ) ]

𓆩 𓆪 𓂃⌁. Dance cover of BLACKPINK’s song “crazy over you”

In which, she did her third monthly evaluation to BLACKPINK’s song “crazy over you” with Asa, Ruka, and Chiquita.

𓆩 𓆪 𓂃⌁. Duration; 0:00 -1:50

YANG HYUNSUK/ YG EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Wow, they are crazy scary. Ivy, you’ve done a wonderful job. I love your facial expressions. Make sure to improve in your dancing, and make it more strong and powerful. But still I love it how you control your facial expressions greatly, and how you easily attract people with your charm. Umm yeah I don’t have a lot to say because I can’t seem to point out your mistakes since you have always done amazing job. Well done.

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[ ( MONTHLY EVALUATION ( 2021.10 ) fourth evaluation ) ]

Question ◌ Is there anything you think that you are bad in?

Interview segment with IVY: Umm probably…rapping? Back than I couldn’t do it properly since I wasn’t confident in myself. But staffs and LeeJung -eonni encouraged me to give it a try again. So I did what they told me and I practiced lot. *smiles showing her dimples on her cheeks*

A clips of Ivy practicing her rapping skills in her room after a couple of weeks practicing strictly

[ ( MONTHLY EVALUATION ( 2021.10 ) fourth evaluation ) ]

In which, she raps to Eminem’s song “Rap god”

♪♬ Eminem - ‘Rap God’ cover IVY

- ♪♬ ~ Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you?

I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music

You make elevator music ~

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After her performance, YANG HYUNSUK and the rest of the judges stood up from their seats to give her a standing ovation. Ivy’s eyes started to tear up as she felt relieved after the last couple of days dealing with stress and anxiety.

YANG HYUNSUK/ YG EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Don’t cry. Ivy, you’ve done really well. Great job. You looked like you weren’t confident doing rapping but you have done an excellent job to be honest. We are proud of you. So don’t cry and be proud of yourself.

IVY: *nods* “네… 정말 감사합니다” yes…thank you so much.

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[dcfanficsgallore]

Didn't plan for this

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

2859 words

TW: Broken Leg, Hospitals, Reader overthinks everything

Masterlist

Summary: You have only seen a handful of times and have been trying to get her attention ever since, when a disaster occurs, it finally makes her look at you and talk.

A/N: This fanfic doesn't use the usual quotes to show character speaking. Instead they'll use a - to show that they are speaking and every new line of dialogue is a new paragraph. Also English isn't my first language. Enjoy! X3 <33

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Being a demigod in a world that gets invaded by aliens every other week and seems to have a new super-whatever everyday is pretty normal. Especially if you’re a child of Athena, like me… 

We don’t get powers like the children of Zeus or the innate charisma of the Apollo kids, but we’re not as insufferable as the Aphrodite Spawn (Long story), we’re just… Pretty smart and can understand stuff that most can’t. When I was a kid my teachers always told my mortal mom that I was ‘gifted’, my mom knew it was always truer than what they intended, but she never told me about it. Nor about my Godly mom…

Usually when an alien attack happens or a supervillain breaks from prison I tend to help the people around me get to safety and prepare all my contingencies for if the threat gets too close, I only had to use a couple of my plans once, that was a mess! But it made me learn that Plan C and Plan T should not be anywhere near each other. Other than that I just wait until the danger is over and maybe, kinda, try to see if she is taking care of the mess.

Of all the children of Zeus, she is the best. Most caring, most humble, the prettiest, and just all around good person. I only met THE Wonder Woman once, and since then I’ve been trying to get her attention the only way a daughter of Athena like me can… I’ve been sending contingency plans to the Justice Hall in hopes one of them will make them want to talk to me and talk about it. You might say it’s pointless, Batman is the best planner in the world, and to that I say: Maybe he would like someone to delegate a few of his responsibilities to… You never know.

It was during one of my walks to my job that I felt it.

Earthquakes

No worries, those happen all the time in New York. I have nothing to fear, just a mild-

Another one, Bigger

Again, not enough to trigger my alarms, but enough to make me start walking slower… And check my bag to see if everything is with m-

A third one, and this time I fall over

Alright. That’s cause for concern, I start sprinting towards my job while grabbing all the stuff I need to start Plan E.

As I turn a corner expecting to see the street to the building I work at, I am startled back by a falling lamp post.

This is bad

As I enter the building I see Ana, the secretary, ushering people out the building.

- How is it looking? - I ask her as another earthquake begins and doesn’t seem to stop.

- There’s still people inside - She looks at me with a worried expression - You might have to bring out Plan H - She says.

Ana is my best friend and that gives her the privilege of a binder with all my plans so she can help me choose one in big stress situations. That’s still not enough because she just suggested the Bird People Protocol, but I get the gist of what she wants.

- I think you might be right - I say not wanting to get into an argument of my plans with her right now

Being a prepared Child of Athena is very helpful when you're the Chief of Security of the company. I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to my mom hoping for a little luck to get inside and not die. And go in…

The first thing I see as I go through the doors is the bottom floor is collapsing. I rush a couple people out while I make my way to my office, in there I’ll find everything to hopefully save everyone. I just have to go up two floors, the elevators are a bust and a death trap. So the stairs are gonna be my friends.

As I start going up I hit a couple buttons on the wall to trigger the slides that help people go down the stairs faster, (hey, it works for airplanes and they were cheap to install. Just a button and they self inflate).

When I open the door to the second floor I am met by so many people that are injured. I go to usher them to the slides, after finding a couple interns that are so scared but not that bad physically and instruct them on what to do once they get down and keep moving towards my office.

I begin to see my office, it's right there, just a few more moments and everything will be fi-

feel a lot of pain and a crack coming from behind me

Something fell on me. I look back and see that my leg is stuck between a stone pillar and the floor. I feel a lot of pain, but I can't stop. I've already sent everyone on this floor down and there are more above me. If I give up now I’ll die along with everyone else, that’ll not be something that a Demigod will be doing today, I tell myself.

I start to try to lift the pillar with all my strength, it’s hard, it might be impossible, I start thinking of ways to maybe leverage a piece of debris as maybe a lever when the pillar starts to float? It’s not floating, someone picked it up. But who..?

It’s her, in all her glory. She looks exactly like I remember, the black locks of hair flowing, the tiara reflecting the little light inside this crumbling building, her golden lasso on her hand and the pillar on the other, she lifting it like it doesn’t weigh anything. Her ocean blue eyes that are looking directly into my soul, her furrowed brows like she’s mad? Wait, no, she IS mad!

- What are you doing! - She says with an alarm in her tone - I was helping the people off the building when I saw you running INTO it? What are you trying to do?

The reality of the situation finally hits me and I say

- Help me. My office. I can help… - I say with difficulty as my leg starts to hurt a lot more now that the big rock was removed.

She looks at me like I just grew frog legs beneath the pillar, not understanding why I’m trying so hard to go even deeper into the crumbling building.

I say it one more time and she seems to snap out of it.

- What are we looking for? - She says as she picks me up bridal style and starts sprinting into the room. Even with a broken leg I manage to get flustered, but quickly dismiss it as I get my head back in the game

I push myself down and limp to my desk, opening a drawer and pushing a button labeled ‘U’.

Immediately the result can be felt as dozens of inflatable slides appear going from every single window sill, out of seemingly thin air, and gives everyone on the above floors a chance to take a faster way down. But not everything can go according to plan as life constantly likes to remind me. The slide on my window did not trigger so I think I’m stuck until I feel myself being picked up again and my heroine jumps out of the window landing safely with me in her arms.

After that she puts me down on a sidewalk and says

- That was incredibly smart, aren’t you the woman that always has a plan? - She says, and I’m a little upset that that’s how she remembers me.

- Yeah, that 's me. A daughter of Athena trying her best - I say before my leg starts to demand more of my attention and I whimper a little

- Oh your leg! Right! - She says before picking me up again and without all the smoke and panic I can actually feel her muscles and smell a little perfume, strawberry? Maybe Daisy? Maybe alcohol? Wait… That’s the ambulance, I’m in the ambulance getting alcohol rubbed on my leg by a paramedic, staring into her sapphire eyes and she’s saying something... Oh shit she said something!

- Sorry what? - I say trying to cool my nerves from seeing her again

- I said I’ll be right back to check on you, these quakes are not natural. The League is currently stopping the cause of it but there are still civilians trapped in building that don’t have slides that help them get down - She smiles a little and it’s the prettiest smile I have ever seen

- Yeah, it’s cool, you’re a hero and all that - Say in an effort to look casual in the face of all this

A few hours later I had to be taken to the hospital to get my leg on a cast and suspended above me on the bed that I’m laying down on. Ana made it out without any serious injuries and is keeping me company, and by company I mean she’s currently hearing me be anxious about my meeting with The Wonder Woman. 

- She said she would check on me later - I say for what’s probably the thousandth time

- Yup, but when she said you were on the street getting tended to by an EMT. Now she probably has no idea where you - She keeps trying to manage my expectations.

- But look at the TV Ana, a lot of people need help, she’s probably helping them. and this is one of the only hospitals that didn’t seem to be that affected by the quake! - I reason with her.

- Why do I keep getting into arguments with you? - she says with a long sigh - Damn Owl Spawn - she says with a smirk that gets wiped by the pillow I throw on her face

- Because you live in hope that you can win! - I tease back and am promptly met by the same pillow hitting my face.

-But seriously Y/N - She says looking at me - I wouldn’t get my hopes up, she’s a superhero. She’ll probably be busy until the next morning and then she’ll probably go back to her place and sleep for a long time, maybe she’ll forget.

- I can still hope, right? - I say a little sadly to Ana who nods and pulls me into a hug

- You should get some rest Bird Brain, I’ll be here if you need anything - Ana says, going to turn off the light and heading to her chair next to my bed.

- Fine - I say as the day finally catches up to me and I fall asleep almost immediately

It’s probably not until around 4 A.M when I hear a little tapping on my hospital window, at first I think I’m dreaming because I’m quite a way high up on this hospital, I would say about 30,5 meters away from ground level. But then I hear it again

tap tap tap

Okay, that’s not a dream. I take my leg off the suspension gently so as to not hurt myself and open the curtain to see… HER! She’s flying and staring at me through the window looking a bit shy, if I were to guess.

- You’re here!? - I open the window and question a little too happy about this meeting

- I told I would be - she smiles - How are you doing? - she questions looking at my cast.

- I’m doing fine - I shrug - The drugs help with the pain and I heal quite fast.

- Right, you’re also a demigoddess - she says with a smile - So am I.

- You are? You mean you’re not a goddess? - I ask and immediately regret it. You don’t ask a pretty woman that? Are you nuts? I say to myself thinking she’ll be put off by my comment and fly away. But to my surprise, she laughs and it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.

- No no, I’m the daughter of Zeus with the queen of the amazons, Hippolyta - She says in a casual way like that wasn’t a huge bombshell for me to discover

- That’s so cool - I say after making myself pick my jaw from the floor - Would you… ummm… Would you like to come in? - I ask her and to my surprise she accepts

The first thing I notice when she comes in is how tall she is, I think I would’ve figured out she was an Amazon with enough time, I quickly notice that she’s probably 6,2 inches, which makes me feel fuzzy inside. The next thing I notice is how strong she is. When she went inside, she picked me up by my side and sat me down on the bed before finally touching the floor. 

I realize I’m staring again and that I missed what she was saying, again! This never happens to me.

- I’m so sorry, I was distracted, what did you say? - I say hoping she doesn’t think I’m always like this.

- I just asked if she’ll wake up anytime soon. - She repeats without a hint of annoyance. Gesturing to Ana sleeping on the chair in a position that doesn’t seem that comfortable but I’m not one to judge.

- Oh Ana? No, she only wakes with her alarm or when stuff is thrown at her - I say chuckling.

There’s an awkward silence before she clears her throat and says

- I’m Diana, by the way, Diana Prince - she says putting her hand out - I just wanted to say that the fact that you went inside the collapsing building when you could’ve turned the other way and ran, really impressed me.

I blush very hard when she says that, then I shake her hand and say

- I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it really means a lot to me that you found that impressive. And just so you know, running was not an option, that building had so many contingencies inside it I needed to know that one of them worked. If I didn’t try my own plans what kind of child of wisdom would I be? - I say while shaking her hand

- Hm, does your mother require that of all her children? - She asks almost concerned

- No, not at all. She doesn’t even talk to us! - I say without thinking, this woman makes me so flustered my brain stops working I swear! - It’s more, like an itch. An itch in the back of your mind that doesn’t go away if you don’t test your contraptions

- She doesn’t talk to you? I’m sorry… - She says with sympathy on her voice

-Don’t be - I wave it off -  She’s a goddess, she probably has more important things to do. Besides, I got my smarts and that’s all I need. - I say shuffling on the bed and putting my foot back in it’s place.

She sits next to me and says

- It’s still sad that our parents don’t talk to us

I shrug before gathering my courage and finally asking

- Why’d you come to see me? I’m sure you meet people that are more interesting than me everyday and it’s not like you owe me or anything, you saved life twice today and now you’re here checking on me. Why? - I ask and she thinks for a moment before smiling and… Wait, is she blushing?

- Well it’s simple really, I was very impressed by the fact that you had a protocol in place for such an event and had the guts to go in and make sure it went accordingly that I wanted to maybe see if you were interested in… Showing me some of your plans - That last part seemed to catch her off guard, but I’ll never say no to someone willing to listen to my plans so I get very excited.

- Yeah, sure, of course! I’ll probably be out of the hospital in a couple of days, maybe less if I can convince the docs I’ll take it easy. - I agree a little too fast, but I don’t care. Diana wants to see my plans! - Here’s my number - I give her my number scribbled on a piece of paper I got in my bag - Give me a call please, and we’ll set it up. - I say a little too eager and failing miserably to be cool

- Yeah, sure - she says, accepting the paper and… She is definitely blushing! - I’ll give you a call, and we’ll set up our date… - She stops herself after she says that - I mean, like a friend date. 

- I can accept a date - I blush and nod and look away, trying everything I can to not look her in those sapphire eyes

She gets up and goes to the window but before she looks at me and says.

- I hope I get to see you soon - she says before flying off into the distance

a- Same - I say before snuggling in my bed ready to dream about her but not before hearing

- I heard the whole thing! - Ana says before receiving a face full of pillow.

- We’ll talk in the morning - I say ending the conversation.

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Chapter 2

A/N: Some might call Y/N Paranoid, she would say prepared ;)

[stellerssong]

Hi again. I'm on some level here to ask for a complete explanation of every aspect of Hawaiian culture that is even tangentially related to your latest fic because I know absolutely nothing and there is the ever present concern that the terms run through cursory Google Translate and internet searching will lose nuance and implications. There were definitely some references to divinities and myths and such that went over my unenlightened head. The story you wove was rich and intricate enough to be held in the mind of someone who knows less than nothing and still have great meaning and truth, but I know that it will mean yet more if I can see the threads you used to make it. (On another level, I'm asking for the explanation because I am abruptly deeply interested in a topic I had previously not thought about very much, and you seem to be significantly more of an expert than the average internet search.)

first off! well first off i am blowing you so many kisses for this very kind ask, thank you so much for giving me an excuse to ramble at (great, great, great) length.

so second off! i would just like to stress that i am very much not an expert in hawaiian language, folklore, history, culture, etc. i am neither kānaka maoli (native hawaiian) nor kamaʻāina (born in hawaiʻi although not necessarily of hawaiian ancestry), and i have not studied these topics formally/in a setting that applies academic rigor. i am an enthusiastic amateur with a personal connection to hawaiian culture, the kind of brain that likes to fixate on areas of interest, and a willingness to scrounge around for reading material. i have, i think, a decent sense of what some of the baseline texts in the field are, and a fairly good bullshit detector (and the understanding/ability to dig into things when i can't rely on the bullshit detector), but ultimately i am a layman and an outsider with corresponding perspectives and biases. i also, i will admit frankly, have a pretty sharp knowledge cutoff corresponding to the time of first european contact, just because of my own personal interests and reading preferences.

read that whole disclaimer? let your eyes glaze over while you skimmed it? good! here's my real quick (lmao) rundown of Sum Things U Should Know If You Wanna Close-Read Kīpuka:

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi 101

Good grief when I put it like that I do NOT feel qualified to tell you any of this. Anyway. We can keep it basic just so you can get a sense of the mouthfeel of the words. And just fyi ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi is the proper name of the language; i'll be using "Hawaiian" as the adjective form, sans ʻokina, assuming an English-speaking readership.

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi as it is commonly rendered today has 13 letters: 5 vowels (A, E, I, O, and U) and 7 consonants (H, K, L, M, N, P, W), plus the ʻokina or glottal stop (that little apostrophe-lookin' dude at the beginning of the word ʻokina, also the source of most of my typesetting woes). Pronunciation-wise, there are no silent letters and no though/through/enough-type surprises: every letter is pronounced, and all of the vowel renderings are approximately equivalent to how you'd pronounce them in Spanish or Italian. Hence, the word kuahine = koo-ah-HEE-nay rather than, like, kyoo-ah-highn, which made me feel gross even just typing it out.

The ʻokina is pronounced, and bear with me here, like the dash in the english nuh-uh. or, if you're a try-hard vocalist—reattack the vowel after the ʻokina instead of eliding it to the vowel prior. So the place-name Kaʻū is pronounced ka-OO, as distinct from the word kau which is pronounced more like kow (which is a bit of an oversimplification of the latter word, but I'm trying to be efficient here).

That leads us neatly into the other diacritical marking used in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, the kahakō or macron which helpfully appears in its own name. No worries here; the kahakō just serves as a stress marker, so you'd say kahakō = ka-ha-KO instead of ka-HA-ko, or from the example above ka-OO rather than KA-oo.

There are a couple of other little pronunciation tricks here and there. The letter W is sometimes pronounced as a V, and unfortunately I can't really describe the rules for that shift; that is one I must admit I know mostly from vibes. For example, the correct pronunciation of Hawaiʻi itself is ha-VAI-ee, but I've never heard the place-name Waimea pronounced as anything but why-MEY-ah.

Occasionally you will encounter the letter K pronounced as a T, which I believe is an artifact of the morphological shift from older related languages such as Tahitian and Samoan which do preserve the letter T as a unique phoneme. To my knowledge, the Kauaʻi dialect (spoken today on Niʻihau) also preserves the T, but most spoken ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi heard elsewhere is based on the Big Island dialect, which lacks the T. One notable exception is the word tūtū (an affectionate/respectful term for a grandparent or elder), which you really don't hear pronounced as kūkū.

Really, though, listening to Hawaiian music is how I got the language in my ear and imo it's the best way to get it in yours. Can't go wrong with Israel Kamakawiwoʻole (of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" fame), but I have a personal soft spot for Kealiʻi Reichel, Weldon Kekauoha, Amy Hanaialiʻi, and the Cazimero Brothers.

The Place-y-ness of Hawaiian Literature

This is more of a sidenote than its own heading, but I'm the one driving the essay, and I think it's an interesting thing to point out, just because it helps establish a particular perspective I wanted to keep in mind while writing this fic.

Something you might notice as you start to look at Hawaiian oli, mele, and myth is the high level of specificity of place. Hawaiʻi is, let's be honest, not that enormous of a place when you consider it on a global scale—but the specificity of localities within Hawaiian literature is kind of astounding. Not only are there loads of place-names referenced in any given work, there are unique Hawaiian names for landmarks, cliffs, peaks, hills, streams, waterfalls—even rains and winds of specific locations merit their own names.

"kīpuka" is very specifically set on the windward side of Hawaiʻi island, so I made an effort to focus my references to place-names on that region—Hilo, ʻŌlaʻa, and Waiākea are all locations on the eastern side of the island, and the one reference to Kona on the leeward side reflects the coming of someone bearing grievances (in addition to eia aʻe ka makani Kona being an existing idiom warning the listener to watch out for an angry person, the windward and leeward sides of Hawaiʻi island have a long history of territorial warfare and jockeying for control of the island). I'd also considered having the bird discussed in the fic be a different species, the kākāwahie—but that species is/was endemic to Molokaʻi, and quite honestly my knowledge of the history and culture of Molokaʻi as a separate polity is not that great.

(This is partly due to sample bias—my introduction to Hawaiʻi was within a Big Island-based context. At the same time, another thing you may notice about the better-known source texts is that many of them center around Hawaiʻi island and, to a lesser extent, Maui, thanks to the political supremacy during the unification/post-contact era of Hawaiʻi island and Maui aliʻi. Ross Cordy wrote a whole ass book about the Oʻahu chiefdoms that is simply not to be had for love or money no matter how I search for it. I am THIS CLOSE to straight up cold emailing the man and being like I WILL VENMO YOU $75 USD DIRECTLY IF YOU WILL SIMPLY JUST SEND ME A COPY OF YOUR BOOK. PLEASE. SAVE ME ROSS CORDY.)

Girl (Gender Neutral), I Cannot Explain Hawaiian Mythology, Poetics, and Mythopoetics As a Subheading in One Post

Honestly. I can't do it. But some tidbits to assist your further research:

A great deal of Hawaiian literature and oral tradition hinges on kaona, roughly "allusion" or "metaphor." In a description that is useful to precisely no one but myself, it's not unlike the complex plays on words, puns, and deep well of references used in Heian Japanese epistolary poetry. Some of it is easy to grok for newbies: for example, the concept of one's lover as a lei adorning the body, or being splashed or sprinkled with water as a euphemism for sex. Some of it goes a lot deeper, relying on historical or folkloric place-name associations, puns, and ancient practices and superstitions.

The Hawaiian "pantheon" I place in scare quotes because ancient Hawaiian religious practices and superstition were highly syncretic, often extremely localized, and more contradictory the more you read into it. In a very, very, very, VERY rough and off-the-cuff sense, though, there were thought to be four major gods: Kāne (associated with dawn, the sun, the sky, running freshwater, and irrigation-based agriculture, among other things), Kanaloa (associated with the ocean, sea creatures, and sometimes death, as an opposing or complimentary force to Kāne), Lono (god of fertility, agriculture with something of an emphasis on dryland agriculture, rainfall, and peace as embodied in the Makahiki festival), and Kū (god of war, the deified kingship, fishermen, sorcery, and quite honestly a ton of other things in various manifestations).

There were also quite a large number of "lesser" gods, the word "lesser" used just in the sense that they weren't honored to the same extent as the four previously named in state-sanctioned religious practice. Probably the most well-known of these is Pele, the volcano goddess. (I reference another in the fic, Niolopua, god of sleep—but the jury's out on whether or not that refers to an actual god or is just metaphorical in the same way that most people think of "the Sandman" as a euphemism for sleep and not a literal guy who comes into your house and puts crusties in your eyes.)

The gods were thought to manifest in a variety of forms, called kino lau (literally "four hundred bodies"). You can think of this in the sense of "Lono takes on the shape of an albatross or a tropicbird to interact with mortals, while Kanaloa prefers to manifest as an octopus," and in stories kino lau are sometimes represented that way, but in practice it's less of a Greek myth-style practice of shapeshifting and more of an animistic religious belief. The kino lau in nature embody the god and in a metaphorical sense illustrate the interconnection between divine and earthly and the presence of the divine on earth.

(HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. PLEASE DO MORE RESEARCH AND DO NOT TAKE ONE TUMBLR POST AT ITS WORD ON THIS.)

The Endless, in the fic, are very easy to loop into the concept of kino lau, because of their canonical universality. Danny appears as a shark (a symbol of chiefhood), a pueo, or Hawaiian owl (an 'aumakua, or ancestral guardian), a manu-o-Kū, or fairy tern (a bird associated with the god Kū, likely in his aspect as a god of fishermen, navigators, and wayfinders), a kalo plant (a staple crop of ancient Hawaiʻi, a kino lau of Kāne, and a symbol of duality and rebirth), and a snowcapped mountain (a sacred site considered kapu, or forbidden, to all but the highest chiefly individuals). Despair, meanwhile, appears as an ʻalae ʻula, or Hawaiian moorhen (another ʻaumakua, but also an animal whose cry was thought to foretell misfortune), a stingray (for her barbed tail), a hāpuʻu fern (in contrast to Dream's kalo, the hāpuʻu was considered a famine food), a lava flow and its first growths (acknowledging Pele as both a destroyer and a creator of land, just as Despair also embodies hope), and a number of other things meant to embody the devastation of Hawaiʻi (rats, feral pigs, and mosquitoes have decimated endemic birds and insects; the kiawe is an invasive plant species that forms dense, thorny, and difficult-to-destroy groves; light pollution affects behavior and migratory patterns of both avian and aquatic species).

All pretty simple, obviously!

Further Resources and Recs

Okay, so, obviously I'm not going to be able to explain every single reference in this fic in a single post, though I obviously tried my damnedest. In lieu of that, I'll offer some useful resources for further reading:

Stephen Trussel's Combined Hawaiian Dictionary is a fantastic resource for vocab that incorporates several major Hawaiian dictionaries in a straightforward (well, as straightforward as this gets) text-based web page. Ulukau also has a searchable interface, which is a little easier to interact with, but I like having the Trussel for reference.

Huapala is everyone's go-to for translations of Hawaiian lyrics. I've linked to it in the endnotes of the fic for readers interested in more on "Ka Ipo Lei Manu," but it's got nearly any ʻauana-style Hawaiian song you please, and if I recall correctly even a few traditional oli. Again, another slightly old-fashioned text-based site—but we all know how to use CMD + F in a page, do we not?

Native Books is awesome if you, like me, prefer reading things in print but would prefer not to feed your dollars into the maw of the Amazon beast. A lot of the lit on Hawaiʻi was printed either a long time ago or in very small releases and is now out-of-print and difficult to find even in libraries, so it rocks that there's an independent bookseller that specializes in getting those works to an audience in hard copy. @ NATIVE BOOKS PLEASE CONSIDER GETTING ROSS CORDY TO RE-PRINT THE RISE AND FALL OF THE OʻAHU KINGDOM THANK YOU SO MUCH. University of Hawaiʻi Press is also a good source for academic texts, although their website is...mm...difficult to navigate, and do be warned that they charge academic press prices.

In terms of who to read, you really can't go wrong with Mary Kawena Pukui, a Native Hawaiian scholar, author, composer, and educator whose work is the backbone of just, a fuckton of writing about Hawaiʻi, both academic and popular. Her book ʻŌlelo Noʻeau: Hawaiian Proverbs and Poetical Sayings is worth at least a skim just to get the feel of the Hawaiian mindset; it also contains a healthy dose of myth, folklore, and history in the explanations of the sayings. Absolutely adorably, I've found two books she edited that I read the absolute FUCK out of as a child available as PDFs through Ulukau: The Water of Kāne and Other Legends of the Hawaiian Islands and Hawaiʻi Island Legends: Pīkoi, Pele, and Others. Definitely worth a quick read if you want more on the myth side of things.

As a non-specialist, I've really enjoyed Patrick Vinton Kirch's writing on precontact Hawaiʻi. For a field archaeologist, his writing is both highly engaging and very respectful of the peoples he studies, and trust me, I do get my back up easily when it comes to white people writing about Other Cultures TM, so I'd posit it means something that he passes my sniff test. A Shark Going Inland is My Chief is a great overview of the history of the Hawaiian chiefdoms from the first settlement of the islands to immediately precontact, and Kuaʻāina Kahiko offers a bit of a closer look at everyday life in a specific locality in the islands (in this case, Kahikinui, Maui).

Kamehameha and His Warrior Kekūhaupiʻo by Stephen Desha (trans. Frances N. Frazier) began its life as a serialized Hawaiian-language history of the rise of Kamehameha I. It's a dense read, and it WILL test your ability to remember who the hell all these people are to its limit��it mostly discusses the lives and times of the major players of the aliʻi class in the late precontact–early postcontact era, and when you remember that a) a hell of a lot of personal names in this tale begin with the letter K and b) the aliʻi class of Hawaiʻi practiced a mindboggling amount of political marriage, consanguineous marriage, and sanctioned adoption between blood relatives, the family trees get real complicated REAL fast. If you can hang on through all that, though, it's an intensely detailed and very vivid portrait of a culture at a tumultuous moment, it gives a great sense of how the Hawaiians viewed themselves and the world, and it's an interesting exercise in the mythologizing of the Kamehameha dynasty.

Okay, So...?

So...if you hung on through all that, god DAMN are you dedicated. Have what is quite possibly my favorite Hawaiian song for your trouble. It is, funnily enough, about a bird.

EDIT: I am retroactively making this post unrebloggable. I'm really, really glad folks have found it interesting and are looking into the resources I shared, but I absolutely do not want this getting passed around as Hawaiian Culture 101. If you want to learn more about Hawaiʻi, I must stress that you should look to a reputable source and not some schmuck on Tumblr rambling about her effortposting fanned fiction.

[sweetyssirin]

Note : From now on I'll write for fluff! Blade x reader😔 (cuz I love him so much🥺🥺)

Request is open!! ( only Fluff Blade)

My english might be not so good...

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ABC with Blade!

A - Annoying

If someone ask him to describe about you, without hesitation, he'll tell that you're annoying . Your innocent and bright smile was quite disturbing to him (He will not tell this to other for sure he promise.)

B - Blush

He thinks you're adorable when he leave one of his earring on your ear, seeing you blush make him feel relax and comfortable.

C - Cruel

He knows his life is connected to blood and death. Almost of people might think he is a cruel man but you. Every time you fearfully approach him. But he could tell that you didn't think he was as evil as everyone else thought.

D - Death

He's used to death because he used to death so many times. But he doesn't like the idea that you will reach it soon. He think you should live happily ever after. He just...

Just want you to be on his side. (But he'll not tell you ofcourse)

E - Eating

Over the past few days, he has eaten with you a lot. He saw that you're so annoying when you find something to eat that you like, you will be very happy. That innocent smile made his heart race.

F - Flower

If he compares you to a flower He will compare you to a sunflower. Because of your brightness and innocence.

G - Generous

He think you're too generous. You are too kind until being betrayed by others. His heart sank when he saw you crying. That night, his sword was the last thing the person who hurt you saw.

H - Height

He love his height. He loves the view of looking down at your fragile little body.

"Blade? Whats on your mind?"

"Nothing"

He lies again.

I - Ink

When he's on the mission. He wasn't understand why he should wrote the letter for you instead he has a phone. Kafka said it's more romantic than using a phone.

So he wrote a letter for you.

He found it annoying when ink dripped onto his sleeve.

Anyway he could finished it and send it to you.

J - Jealous

He's not jealous. He's not worrying about you. He didn't care about you. He just doesn't like the idea you will be in relationship with others but him.

K - Kidnaped

The one who kidnaped you while you're under his grasp is stupid and maybe want to die for sure. Because you're his and only his not other but his.

"It's dark I-I'm scared B-Blade!"

"They're died now. No need to be scared"

L - Love

He had never been loved and love anyone before, until you come into his life, he thinks he might be able to really love someone.

M - Morning

He feels comfortable when he wake up and saw you sleeping on his bed. That was the greatest morning ever he thinks.

N - Nap

Lately, he's seen that you secretly like to take naps often. So he always has a blanket ready to cover you.

O - Overworking

You know Blade is immortal yet you couldn't help but worry because he liked to overworking. He would always come back full blood, even though he tried to tell you it wasn't his blood.

P - Pure

He thinks pure diamond ring is suit to your left ring finger. He thought that one day he would be able to wear it for you.

R - Ring

Late at night, he secretly comes to measure the size of your left ring finger. (I think you probably know why.)

S - Star

He compared you with the star. But he think you're bright and shine than the star even the sun can't win you. You're the light that make him wan to live. Want to protect you all of his life.

End♡

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Ton cul est à moi

A/N ::: It's official. I'm insane. I can't stop thinking about seemingly perfect French!Armin. He loves you so much and would literally do anything to keep you with him. Forever.

C/W ::: Untranslated French. It's all about you. Oral {m 2 f}, p in v, unprotected sex. Implied cum eating. Crazy Armin. Tampering with water (implied drugging).

Hint ::: Highlight the French words and click on "Translate" to see what they're saying. It's an interactive story! YAY! Lol Sorry, it just hit differently in English.

"Les vêtements sont sales..." Armin said to you as he rubbed your thigh. "What should we do about this, mm?" He kissed your neck so softly you could feel yourself leaning in to bridge the gap between your pulse point and his hot lips. "Faut-il les enlever?"

You had no idea what he was fucking saying to you. But you never wanted him to stop speaking to you in that French accent of his. "W-w- oh god." His hands rubbed your thigh, giving a little squeeze the harder he kissed you. "Uh ... Ar-Armin, oh my god, Armin." It was hopeless. You couldn't form a coherent sentence, let alone a complete thought with him touching you like this.

"Donnez-vous à moi, s'il vous plaît?" His blue eyes burned into your {e/c} eyes. "Are you starting to shake, angel? Let me calm you down. Oui? Oui bien sûr." He gently lay you back on the bed and scooted up so your faces were facing one another. "As-tu aussi bon goût que ton odeur, chérie?" He lifted your long dress up until it was pooling around your waist and then his hand went down. Sneaking just below the thin, joke of a waistband of your lavender panties he brought you from his last trip to Paris. They were so delicate you were afraid to wear them. But he insisted.

"Je les ai achetés pour les arracher avec mes dents à ta belle chatte." He shimmied off of the bed and grabbed your legs to pull you closer to the edge so he could be face to face with your cunt. "Oh! Oui, oui, oui. You're so wet for me already, aren't you, beauty." He whispered to your clit.

He began to lick your clothed slit. Kissing your pussy so sweetly. He did that until you couldn't stand it. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue swirled around your covered clit like it was a delicacy. You grabbed at his blonde hair, moaning as he sucked and licked, and occasionally hummed.

In one quick action he went from being so gentle to ripping the barely panties from your body with his teeth. The sound of the pathetic fabric tearing from such a thing made your face turn red and your cunt drip with need.

"Oui, yes. Just let me have you. Vous tous." He mumbled against you. His fingers slid in and out of you, stretching you and preparing you for him. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. "J'ai attendu si longtemps pour faire ça pour toi."

He slid into you, groaning as he buried himself deep inside. "Mon Dieu! You feel so good around me. Oh, baby. Don't stop." He leaned over you, still wearing his perfect and wrinkle-free light blue button-up shirt, and pounded into you. His thrusts were hard and fast, causing you to gasp and moan with pleasure. He kissed your neck, leaving small marks on your skin.

"Armin, please. I'm ... Fuck, I'm close!" You whined out.

"Oui, baby. Come for me. Viens partout sur ma bite." He moaned into your ear. His thrusts became more erratic and you could feel your orgasm building inside of you. With one final thrust, you came, arching your back as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Armin came with you, grunting and moaning as he emptied himself inside of you.

"Ahh... C'était très bon." He sighed as he pulled out of you. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, okay? We can't have you going to your surprise looking like this, can we?"

You laid there, trying so hard to compose yourself.

He got up and walked across the room to the door and opened it to the small black bag sitting on the hallway floor. "Viens,Viens,Viens! This is for you, I want you to wear this for where we're going, mm? Peux-tu faire ça pour moi? I know you can, angel."

You took the bag from his outstretched hand and judged the weight of it. "Armin, is there, is anything in this bag?" You looked inside of it and saw a few pieces of cloth. It wasn't clear what they were though.

"Oui, I had a dress made for you. Let me help you put it on?" He took the black lace from the bag and helped you shimmy into it. There was little left to the imagination with this on. "Oh, tu es si belle que mon cœur s'est arrêté."

"Thhhanks??" You could see the look on his face and hoped his words matched his lingering gaze. "What will I wear underneath this?"

"Ah, yes. I have something for that, too." He reached back into the bag and pulled out another pair of black lace panties. "Come on, you'll look so good in these, too. Plus, they match the dress perfectly!" He held them up for you to take.

"Oh, my god. I can't wear these! They're so ... Small!" You looked at the delicate lace material and shook your head.

"Nonsense, silly girl. Put them on. Come on, do it for me. S'il vous plaît." He begged.

"Well, since you said 'please'." You let him help you step into them as he kneeled at your feet. He stood and ran his hands over your legs up to your hips until he was cupping your sex. "They're beautiful, Armin. How much ---"

He put his finger over your mouth. "Aucun coût n'est trop élevé pour voir ce sourire sur ton visage, mon amour. It's not an issue. I had a favor to call in from someone. They helped me. Oui? Are you ready now? Spin around for me, beauty." He twirled you around on his finger. Fighting his baser instincts to tear you down right there and fuck you until your soul leaves your body. "Oui, I love it."

You straightened up your hair and make up and took his arm to the car waiting downstairs from his penthouse hotel room.

The driver opened the door for the both of you and closed it behind Armin.

"Armin, this is ... this is too much, honey." You looked around the Cadillac, in complete awe at the leather seats and screens built-in, the mini-fridge. "Yeah, this is way too much. Where are we going, anyway?"

He was kissing your neck again. "I can't keep my hands off of you tonight, mon amour. Je te veux partout sur moi."

It was hard to keep a level head when he was touching you like this. You're sure the panties he'd help you get on were soaking now.

"Armin ..."

"Oui, I've heard you, darling. We're going to dinner. I hope you like Italian food." He stopped his assault on your neck and leaned back against his seat. "I know how much you love it. So, I found this restaurant that makes the best Italian food in town."

"That sounds delicious!" You clapped your hands together excitedly. "So, what's the occasion? You never told me why we're celebrating."

"It's a surprise. But I promise, you'll love it." He smiled at you and put his hand on your thigh. "Now, sit back and relax. We're almost there."

After a few minutes, the Cadillac pulled up to a beautiful restaurant. Armin got out and walked around to open your door for you. "Venez, ma belle. Let's go inside." He held his hand out to you and you took it, letting him guide you to the entrance.

As you stepped inside, you noticed that the restaurant was dimly lit with candles on every table. There were roses everywhere, and you couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful it all looked. "Armin, this is ... This is amazing. Thank you." You looked up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled back at you and led you to a table in the back of the restaurant. As you sat down, you noticed that there was a small black box on the table. "What's this?"

"Open it, beauty. I want you to see what's inside." He watched as you lifted the lid and gasped at the beautiful single diamond necklace inside. "Do you like it?"

"Armin! You have to stop this! It's too ..." He stood and lifted the necklace from the box and began to lay it around your neck. The chain had a delicious weight to it. "It's too beautiful, Armin. I love it. I love you."

He leaned down and kissed you on the lips. "Je suis amoureux de toi. Je veux passer le reste de ma vie avec toi. You are everything to me."

You blushed, "I don't know what you said to me. But yes. Ok. Yes." Smiling as he ran his thumb across your cheek, you leaned into his hand. Your lashes fluttered.

"I can't wait to see you eat this food. I know how much you love it. I want to make you happy." He whispered in your ear. "You make me so happy."

"I love you, Armin." You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for this. It's been perfect."

"Je vous aime, mon ange. Save room for a little dessert, mm?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Whyyy? What else do you have planned?" It was too hard to hide the light in your eyes. In your smile.

He grinned back. "It's a surprise, my love."

Armin couldn't help himself. He wanted to give you the world and more.

And he was going to.

But he needed to be patient. He didn't want to scare you away.

He was going to keep you forever.

Even if he had to lock you up.

He loved you too much to let you go.

*****

"Armin, where are we going?" You asked as the Cadillac pulled up to a remote location.

"Ah, mon amour. This is part of the surprise." He got out of the car and opened the door for you. "Come on, it's just over here." He led you to a small cabin in the woods. "You're going to love this."

He opened the door to reveal a beautiful bedroom with a fireplace. There were rose petals scattered on the bed and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. "Armin, this is ... This is unbelievable. You really went all out for this."

"Anything for you, mon ange." He took your hand and led you to the bed. "You're so beautiful. I want you to see yourself through my eyes." He began to undress you in front of the oversized full-length mirror, carefully peeling off each embarrassingly thin layer of clothing.

He took his time, kissing your bare skin as he went. "Je veux te faire plaisir. Je veux te donner tout ce qui te manque."

You turned and faced him. "Armin, I love you so much. But you have to stop spending so much money on me."

"It's nothing compared to how much I love you. You deserve the world, beauty." He leaned down and kissed you on the lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth. "Je suis amoureux de toi, et je veux te garder pour toujours."

You pulled back and looked at him, confused. "What did you say to me, Armin?" You giggled nervously.

"It's nothing. Now, let me make love to you. S'il vous plaît. Let me make you feel good." He slipped his fingers underneath your panties and began to rub your clit. "You're so wet, baby. I love it when you get this way for me. So, so ready for me. Only me."

He pulled his pants and boxers off, revealing his cock. It was hard and throbbing. He couldn't wait to be inside you. He slid his cock into your cunt, thrusting into you gently. So slowly you thought you'd go mad. "Armin, please. I need you to fuck me."

"Oui, baby. I'll fuck you. Je vais te baiser comme tu aimes." He pulled out and pushed back in, going a little deeper each time. "Oh, mon amour. You're so tight. You're going to make me come so hard." He picked up the pace, fucking you harder and faster. "I can't ... I can't hold back anymore. I love you, my baby. I love you."

He came deep inside you, his cum filling you up. "Mon Dieu! You are perfect. Je t'aime tellement, ma belle. Now, let me take care of you. Oui?" He pulled out and knelt in front of you, his mouth right in front of your pussy. "J'ai attendu si longtemps pour ça. You taste so sweet, baby." He licked you with languid strokes of his tongue. He could taste the both of your desire. Intermingling on his greedy tastebuds. "You're so wet for me, baby. You want me to make you come?"

"Yes, yes. Please, Armin. I'm so close." You moaned and digging your fingers harshly at his hair, pulling him closer.

"Je vais te faire jouir tellement fort, mon amour. Don't stop. Let me make you come for me." He continued to suck and lick your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your knees buckled and if he hadn't been there to catch you, you'd have fallen hard to the floor.

"Oh sh- oh god, Armin! Oh god ..." you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

"I know, baby. I know. Just breathe. You're ok." He whispered to you as you came down from your high.

"I love you, Armin." You leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "I love you so much."

"Je t'aime aussi, mon ange." His face looked different to you somehow. Darker, maybe.

"Armin, are you alright?" You pushed.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. I just need a moment. I'll be right back." He got up and went to the bathroom, leaving you lying naked on the bed.

When he returned, he was holding a small bottle of water. "Here, baby. Drink this."

You took the bottle from his hand and drank it all in a few gulps. "Thank you. Hm, oh. Is this ... this water tastes different. I can't believe you did all of this for me, Armin. It's unbelievable."

"Anything for you, mon amour. I would do anything for you." He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead. "Let me clean up. You relax here."

"Ok, I will." You smiled up at him and watched as he walked away, closing the door behind him.

You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were. Armin was perfect. He loved you. He gave you everything you could ever want.

You felt safe with him. Protected.

"Armin? Are you coming back --- Ar --- I'm kinda ... di-dizzy."

You would be happy with him forever.

He would make sure of it.

Tagging ::: @callm3senpaii @arlerts-angel @bakubunny

[venusmoon]

thank you sweetheart @takethemonet-andletsgogh for tagging me! love u! 💘💘💘

free music recs! even though most of these a relly popular songs that you probably already know but <3 whatever <3

spell your username with songs!

(+ a little comment cuz i'm trying to improve my english and my "reviewing" skills...)

V is venus as a boy by björk. it's a sensual and chill song, just listen to it and vibe to the bollywood influence (the tablas' sound!!! 🥁)

E is exit music (for a film) by radiohead. this song is haunting. the reverberation!!! the crescendo of the emotions... when the chorus starts... the drums kick in... makes my eyes water.

N is no distance left to run by blur. one of my go-to sad songs– a very passionate, stinging break up tune.

U is ugly by fishbone. i have been listening to fishbone a lot lately and i think they're sooo underrated! i'm so jealous of all the people that have seen then live, must've been a great experience.

S is song for sharon by joni mitchell. almost 9 minutes of joni telling a story. what else could a girl want?? and it's about yearning for love??? the story + the music (and her voice ofc) + the background vocals... everything's magical. and i love the subtle groovy vibe of the bass.

M is MOON by DOMi & DJ BECK ft. herbie hancock. i obviously had to include a song with the word "moon" in it and went with this amazing jazz-electronica tune <3 also herbie hancock oh my god??? this whole record is amazing btw, very refreshing.

O is only acting by kero kero bonito. cool song that starts with a fun indie electropop sound but develops into something more interesting by adding some experimental noise/glitches/alternative rock vibes.

O is otherside by perfume genius. you cannot go wrong with him because he has never made a bad album. this track has emotionally destroyed me (in a good way!) when i first heard it as a 15-year-old.

N is nobody's fault but mine by nina simone. i had to include a nina's song and this is the first one that starts with the letter "n" that came to my mind. her voice + the piano is just magic. the led zeppelin's version is also good (totally different vibe though).

thanks for reading <3 let me know how you feel abt these songs!

tagging @mumintroll @bittersweetish @catharticlove @iidsch @shehzadi @heavenlyyshecomes @fallenangels95 @killerboyratzmp3 and anyone else who wanna do this!

no pressure ofc, but if you have any music recs you are obligated to send them to me!!!!!

[panainpublic]

i literally just finished shadow and bone and i am dutch so i get to shit on the dutch usage and pronunciation now hehehe >:D

i kept track of all names and words and stuff that i thought were dutch(-inspired) based on the word itself or context, then divided them into 3 categories: "yup, thats correct", "aaaaaalmost", and "wtf is this." (pronunciation will be thoroughly criticized later.)

(disclaimer i have only read a small part of SoC due to ✨life✨ so this is mostly based on the show)

yup, thats correct

the following words/names are completely believable, both in context and the name itself, + why:

tante Heleen - tante = aunt and Heleen is a very Dutch name; Dreesen is a real last name; Edam is a real place (their cheese is pretty good); Rozenstraat is a very generic and common street name; Edyck is the fancy old spelling of Edijk, which is probably either a place or someones name; Rietveld is a real last name; stroopwafels are real and oh so very good; Appelbroek, aka apple bottom jeans (or apple pants ig), could probably be a place name; Hiemstra is probably a real last name; Saskia is a very Dutch name; Lij could be a real place; Kooperom sounds so much like a real restaurant i actually would want to eat there now.

aaaaaalmost

these seem like theyre actually dutch names at first glance, but its just a little... wrong. off. (again, + why.)

Ketterdam, as ketter means heretic (probably why its named that tbf), would never be a real place name. it sounds very weird; "goedemorgen, fantomen" was pronounced so wrong i had to take another listen to pick up what he was saying, + wed use "spoken" instead of "fantomen", especially in the context of surprise survivors; Jakob is fine, but Hertzoon would be spelled Hertszoon. even then, its still weird - -szoon was only used with the fathers name, and "hert" means deer, which isnt really a name; Henrik Van Poel would be correct if Van was spelled without a capital. its a "tussenvoegsel", an infix, which behaves a certain way in dutch, including not being capitalized when the whole name is written out; (B/D)uysberg (dont remember exactly) is almost correct, but idk, something feels just a little off about it, especially if it was Buysberg, which is what i think it was; Kaz would be spelled with an s and maybe a C depending on the full name, and Brekker is right but just doesnt feel like a real last name.

wtf is this.

these arent dutch. these will never be dutch. no. (once again, + why.)

Kerch just doesnt sound or feel dutch, even when pronounced the dutch way (which it isnt in the show); stadwatch is a combo of dutch and english, which wed never do like this - just call it the stadswacht or the city watch, both sound better; Sturmhond is a combo of German and Dutch, make it Stormhond and id believe it (but i guess it was made up by a Ravkan, so its excusable); kruge is just not it.

alright. time to learn some dutch pronunciation and spelling rules.

all letters are pronounced, except, depending on context, for final -n.

g/ch = /x/ or /ɣ/ (make an s or z sound, roll your tongue back until its in the same spot you pronounce k), except for loan words.

ee = /eː/, or "ay".

y/ij/ei = /ɛi̯/ - closest thing i can think of is New Zealand "face" or Scottish "write". /aɪ/ ("I") would be acceptable.

uy/ui = /œy/, like finnish äy. nothing similar in English.

oo = /oː/, "oh".

oe = /u/, "oo" as in "loo" (not as in "book")

the rest is either right or depends on context.

"goedemorgen, fantomen". oh boy.

okay, so far we got /ɣud[e]m[o]rɣ[e] f[a]nt[o]m[e]/, where the letters in brackets are not yet explained and not necessarily obvious in pronunciation. from what i can recall, only one of them was pronounced correctly.

but lets start with stress patterns in dutch. the stress will always fall on the root of any given word, unless its a relatively recent loan word. in "goedemorgen", "morgen" is the root with the stress falling on "mor". they got this part right. in "fantomen" the root is "fantoom" with the stress falling on "toom". theres also secondary stress: "goedemorgen" is a compound of "goed" and "morgen", so it falls on "goe". in "fantomen", -en marks plural, and therefore secondary stress is on the other syllable of the root word: "fan".

if "e" isnt stressed in a word, its almost always /ə/ (e in "burden"). in this case, no e is stressed, so its all /ə/.

the first "o" is followed by multiple consonants, so its /ɔ/ (o in RP "sorry").

the second "o" is the shortened form of "oo".

"a" followed by multiple consonants, so its not the short form of "aa", and pronounced /ɑ/ (generic american english first a in "always")

this makes our sentence pronounced as /ˌɣudəˈmɔrɣə(n) ˌfɑnˈtoːmə(n)/.

[reborrowing]

Kíkítok Pronunciation/Spelling

Kíkítok Main Post (messy)

This is the kinda boring bit where I explain how to read and make noises.

I don’t actually love this orthography as an in-universe spelling. I think realistically, it would be less standardized and potentially not even in Latin characters. So this would be more of an academic romanization that’s mostly phonetic which makes it easy to read.

So, let’s look at this alphabet. All vowels have two pronunciations, tense and lax, and it’s fairly predictable. In general, I’m going to use IPA notation for explaining pronunciation, but comparisons are made to “standard” American English here for you to refer back to if you’d like.

Also, there are so many good resources for learning IPA sounds, if you can't figure out what I'm talking about for a given sound.

a -

tense - /a/, similar to in cat

lax - /ɛ/, as in pet

b - /b/ as in boy

c - /c/, not used in English. Similar to a t, but produced by placing the body of your tongue on slightly further back on the palate / roof of your mouth

d - /ɟ/, not used in English. Similar to a d, but produced with the body of your tongue on your palate

e

tense - /e/, similar to the sound in late

lax - /ɪ/, as in sit

f - /f/, as in fire

variably produced as /ɸ/, an f without your lips touching your teeth

g - /g/, as in garden

h - /x/, not in English. It's the same sound as in (Mexican) Spanish j

i 

tense - /i/ as in eat

lax - /ɪ/ as in sit

j - /dʒ/ as in judge

k - /k/ as in break*

m - /m/ as in mom

n - /n/ as in no

o

tense - /ɔ/ like in caught**

lax - /ʊ/ as in put

p - /p/ as in soap*

q - /ʔ/, as in the sound between syllables in uh-oh

r - /r/, not in English, “rolled r”

 when it comes after another consonant, [ɹ] as in bride

s - /s/, as in sew

t - /t/, as in white*

u

tense - /u/, as in goose

lax - /ʊ/, as in put

v - /v/ as in van

w - /w/ as in wine.

y - /j/, as in yam

z - /z/, as in zebra

ts - /t͡s/ potentially as in tsunami. A lot of English speakers don’t pronounce the t, in which case, as in the Japanese pronunciation of tsunami.

ch - /t͡ʃ/, as in church

sh - /ʃ/, as in shy

ai - /aɪ/, as in fly

oi - /ɔɪ/, as in boy

ou - /oʊ/, as in go

*/p, t, k/ in Gáshutok are unaspirated, which makes them different than the /p, t, k/ English speakers produce at the beginning of a word.

**/ɔ/ is not in all English accents. If you pronounce caught identically to cot, you don't have /ɔ/ as a part of your English (and if you're american, you're prooooobably from the west coast). I don't have it.

The first accent mark in a word marks stress. This is often the first syllable in the word. The exception to this is when a diphthong (two vowels next to each other) occurs before an accent mark, in which case stress falls on the diphthong.

Stress is enunciated similarly to in English, where we say the syllable with more force and slightly louder. However, the pitch of the stressed syllable also jumps up, like what you would expect to hear in Norwegian. (ie, go look over there for an example if you need one.)

Additional accent marks in a word do not mark stress and only indicate that the vowel is spoken with a tensed pronunciation. Barring additional accent marks, assume vowels alternate between tense and lax. Tensed vowels which are unstressed do slightly pitch upwards.

Examples, where stress is underlined, tense is bold:

Ímamo kai pá? (How are you?, lit. you eat well?)

Tí chú bó kyú? (What's your name?, lit. this person is who?)

Bébteme Kíkítok yá? (Do you speak Kíkítok?)

Some vowels are variable. In function words (prepositions, particles) without an accent mark, the vowel is unstressed and continues the tense-lax-tense pattern from the previous word.

Chíkosot ka up. (I can't hear you.)

Chíkosot up. (I don't hear you.)

[c0rinarii]

Day 2: Basanao

No I did NOT skip day 2. I was just too lazy to post it to tumblr, lol.

Anyways, Basanao. Two terrible people coming together to make a terrible couple. Chaoticaly (in)compatible. Sign me up.

I would've colored this but god color palletes really said i did not deserve rights when I wanted to. Hopefully the rest wont be monochrome ;;

[your-nanas-house]

Can't stop thinking (Chapter 4 'His student')

Pairing: (dark) professor!Jeremiah Valeska X student!Reader

Warnings: stalking, dirty thoughts, weirdo Miah, obsession, slightly smut

Words:

Summary: Jeremiah starts his research on Maddie after thinking at Y/n.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is the 4 chapter of the series 'His student'. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The images of Y/n's undressed body had not left Jeremiah's mind at all as he found himself in his bed with his hand hidden in his pajama pants while groaning her name, arching his back while imagining to be in her company.

He did not know how he had managed to look her in the eyes the next day but he did and it did not cause him embarrassment rather only arousal that was thankfully hidden by the desk; he was more distracted than usual and that was not good since he still had to correct all the projects that the class had handed him, he did manage but stopped when the name 'Y/n Y/l/n' appeared, a soft sigh escaped his lips while he thought back to her, closing his eyes losing himself again.

Y/n's shirt ended up on the floor too and Jeremiah now had his obsession in underwear in the foreground, black lace panties and a push-up bra of the same color and material, the man's hazel eyes couldn't move simply daydreaming of being able to touch and see her with even less but his dream was interrupted when he heard the roommate's voice again "so? what do you think you're doing?" there was a shrug while Y/n bent down to pick up something showing her ass right in Jeremiah's direction "Didn't you have something to do, a meeting with your boyfriend Brandon?" Y/n's y/e/c gaze met that of her roommate who huffed remembering it complaining until she was out of the room leaving Y/n and Jeremiah alone in the student dormitory, the student was still distracted and the young man took that moment to try to escape freezing as soon as his hand was on the doorknob and he heard her voice "Are you leaving so soon, professor?" the flushed face of Jeremiah turned slowly to see Y/n now seated posed on the bed, her legs slightly apart and her lower lip between her teeth while she ate him with her eyes.

Jeremiah didn't have time to say anything before his back hit the door due to the push given by the girl who had now stood up and was standing in front of him, her hands were on his chest caressing the fabric of his shirt as she admired the embarrassment of being discovered that was presented on her engineering professor's face "Do you think I hadn't noticed you under the bed? The short strip show I did was for you" she murmured in his ear while standing slightly on her tippy toes, then kissing his jaw playfully nibbling his skin "M-Miss Y-Y/l/n it wasn't my-" his own apology was interrupted by a moan that escaped his lips as soon as he felt her lips against his skin, sucking his sweet spot while her hands traveled exploring his body "No need for unnecessary apologies.... Mr. Valeska."

Her sly and hungry y/e/c eyes met the hazel ones of Jeremiah who swallowed remaining watching her waiting for her next move which came very soon, her hand that was still playing with the fabric of his shirt at the height of his V-line, after opening his vest, moved quickly slipping into his pants groping his boner as she pressed herself against him, biting her lower lip aroused as well, her still covered boobs were against his chest, if Jeremiah would look down he could see her hard nipples, her bare leg between his as she continued groping feeling him grow and harden against her hand, action that made her moan softly while purring "what are you hiding that is so big, Mr. Valeska? " she whispered slipping her hand into his underwear grabbing his length after slowly licking her hand without stopping staring into his eyes, she began to stroke him feeling the soft skin and veins decorating it, groans came out louder and louder from Jeremiah's mouth while he stared at her with his mouth slightly open, sparks of pleasure indoned his body as she quickened her pace, moving his hands so that he could grab her ass and hold her tightly against himself without her stopping to pleasure him until she felt his length twitch and release.

Jeremiah's eyes snapped open, his hand still around his cock, his hair messy and his face flushed, fogged glasses and pants dirty again, a loud sigh escaped his lips as he occupied himself with cleaning up the mess he had made again before he started correcting the last projects trying not to think about his student in her underwear or in a shirt showing her erect nipples when it was cold, he also tried not to imagine what was under her clothes and underwear.

As soon as he finished all the things he had to do he took a quick glance at the file that Ecco had made for him on the roommate of his obsession and his attention was focused on the new discovery that could be pretty dangerous, he had met the girl once in the corridors and hadn't paid much attention because she was just the kind of popular girl with excellent grades in everything except one subject, his subject which was 'structural engineering'.

Maddie, the girl in the picture Jeremiah was holding was from a wealthy family, her mother had been born in France while her father came from Gotham City, they had moved there at the beginning of the year when Maddie was supposed to be in her third year of high school and had stayed there.

Maddie's past was not sad or abrupt, it was... normal, nothing earth-shattering apart from her parents wanting her to study to become a lawyer, a very important piece of information for Jeremiah.

Maddie had three siblings, 2 brothers and a sister all older than her.

Her parents attended the events of Gotham's rich people so the two girls, Maddie and Y/n/n, could have met there by chance forming a friendship that apparently meant a little too much to Maddie despite the fact that she was dating a jock who went to the same school as them.

Jeremiah didn't know though and couldn't understand with so little information the past of the two girls, their relationship and why Maddie seemed so into Y/n, no..that was the only thing he understood because he felt the same and in his eyes Y/n was just perfect.

Therefore he started to write down possible reasons on a sheet of paper waiting for the following days to be able to understand more:

- She was in love with Y/n but they couldn't be together because her family would never accept a bisexual daughter so she had that behaviour and now Y/n was in danger;

- She loved the thrill of hiding and cultivated an obsession on her and now Y/n was in danger;

- She was a psychopath who had become infatuated and now Y/n was in danger;

All his hypotheses ended with 'And now Y/n was in danger' he wrote it larger on another sheet of paper, putting it on the notice board before shifting his attention; his heart was beating faster and the cold sweat he sensed made him realise that he was making himself anxious with all that paranoia and that he needed to calm down if he wanted to sleep, he just needed to be sure that his student was okay.

The engineering teacher grabbed his coat and walked out of his house heading to the dorms spying through the window after climbing a tree the sleeping body of Y/n who was lying on the bed quietly, the blanket showed her thighs and slightly the lacy panties she wore under the oversized shirt she used as pajamas, her shoulder was exposed and luckily her roommate was sleeping as well, with her cat Paloma beside her.

Everything was alright, no problems were in sight apart from a piece of paper full of colours that lay on Y/n's desk, illuminated by the moonlight as if it was a sign that Jeremiah should see it; the man took his binoculars from his jacket pocket and looked at that piece of paper trying to read it before falling off the tree not getting hurt fortunately but attracting the attention of someone who didn't see him because he managed to hide quickly.

The walk home was a quiet one and the cold wind of Gotham kept Jeremiah awake causing him to relax a little before helping him, letting an identical piece of paper fly right in his face, letting him pick it before following while he headed back to his office again, hanging it on his notice board

'Party at Jarred's house, 8Pm..bring alcohol, dude'

It didn't bode well but Jeremiah was pretty sure Y/n wasn't going to go there...unless one of her friends was going to convince her, like Maddie; her name came out of Jeremiah's lips as he frowned and put down his glasses, deciding it was time to rest if he was going to give a flawless lesson like the other times.

Before going to sleep, he checked under his pillow the little prize he had taken when he had been in Y/n's dorm room without her knowing, and it was still there luckily, smiling at the thought that the next day he would see her again in his class he fell asleep holding the panties in a tight grip.

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[brandnewhuman]

a h a h a ,

i ' m just currently stumbling upon your ✨ lovely ✨ blog , and i ' m - unsure if you are currently taking requests , because i are have dumb , b u u u t - if you a r e infact taking requests ,

can . . i request a smol dribble drabble of rob zombie ' s michael myers and reader fluffy stoof ?

maybe some - cliché baking headcanon stuff ?

michael continuously eats and snacks on the ingredients , and reader keeps having to swat his hand away , but regardless , they both have fun - 👉👈 ?

gender neutral reader is fine , i just laugh at the idea of baking with rob zombie michael myers ☺ -

sorry if it ' s long - i also enjoy your writing lot ' s - i ' m nervous about requesting this ahsndkdjndm - have a nice day ☺🌻

SUGAR AND A LOT

OF CARE TOO

CONTENT:

Pairings: RZ Michael Myers x reader

Tw: none! Just reader and mikey boi being soft for each other

Summary: Michael and you spend a nice day baking. Or well you're baking and he's just trying to make you run out of frosting

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you so much for the nice request and all the kind words^^ don't be nervous!! I love having people asking me to write stuff. It just takes a little bit of time cause between being dyslexic, english not being my first language and overall having the attention spam of a goldfish is making me slow af with writing. Anyhow, RZ MIKEY BAKING IS LIKE TOO FUCKING ADORABLE. Maybe I made him a little bit ooc but I hope you like it anyways!!

If you said to someone that Michael Myers liked to bake with you, they would never believe you. You had to admit you were finding it kinda hard to believe that this is the same man everyone calls the shape of haddonfield, evil himself if you will. 

You hear him huffing and you look up from the batter you were mixing to look at him. 

You gave him the task of making vanilla and chocolate frosting for the cake and he was actually doing a pretty good job. He carefully added every ingredient to the bowl, it was actually kinda funny seeing a guy as big as him being uncharacteristically gentle when handling something. He kept glancing over to the note on which you had written him the recipe while huffing strands of hair away from his face. 

He had started to wear the mask less around you and you were so grateful for that. You loved his face and being able to see how expressive he truly is. 

"Wait honey, let me help you" you said softly. You put down the bowl with the batter and went to stand behind him "why didn't you ask me for a hair tie if you needed one??" You positioned your hands on his shoulders, pulling slightly down to get him to lower enough for you to reach his head without difficulty.He instead  reached for one of the chairs and sat so you could have full access to his hair more easily. 

He knows he can ask you for a hair tie but he likes it better when you run your hands through his hair to tie it up. He loves the sensation of you combing gently his long, blonde locks and it takes a lot of self control to not just smile like an idiot every time. 

As you tie his soft hair up you hear him sigh with content and you know better than pointing it out so you just smile to yourself.The nice moment comes to a short end when you see Michael straight up dipping his index finger inside the frosting "Michael! If you keep doing that we're gonna run out of icing!" You couldn't hold back the laugh as you playfully swat his hand away, gaining a death stare from him. 

You're telling THE Michael Myers what to do? Buckle up cause you started a war you will not win 

"Don't look at me like that big guy, you- HEY!" While you were talking and trying to act big and tough he got up, reached to take the spoon he was using for mixing and without even thinking about it he just shamelessly licked the icing from it. Your face went through all the 5 stages of grief in one second. As soon as you tried to take back the spoon he just lifted his hand higher where you couldn't reach it (which didn't need to be much since he was already so much taller than you)

You could see the amusement in his eyes as he watched you jump up and down to reach the spoon.

"Michael!! I swear if you don't give me that spoon" you breathed out when you suddenly felt a big hand making its way on your side under your shirt just to feel  his fingers starting to mercilessly tickle you. 

"NO NONONO STOP STOP" you laughed out trying to get away from his playful attack. He just wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, making sure you didn't have the opportunity to run away. He kept on torturing you, moving swiftly his fingers and watching how you wiggled against him giggling and trying to push him away "OKAY FINE FINE YOU WIN!" You were out of breath so you had to just admit your defeat. When he stopped, you sighed with relief while placing your forehead on his chest and trying to steady your heartbeats. He mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair while waiting for you to catch your breath. 

You relaxed under his touch and resting now your chin on him, you crane your neck to look at him smiling sheepishly. 

"You're awful, you know that right?" His gaze softened as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. "Yeah you know, let's finish this cake before you get sick with the frosting" he nodded and reluctantly let go of you to go back to his taks. When the cake was done (with you having to keep the eye on Michael all the time) you both eated a piece, Michael having more than one, seating on the couch and watching a horror movie Michael wanted to watch with you. Days like this with Michael makes it hard for you to remember how life was before he came into your life. The only thing you know is that you would never want to go back. 

[blushiinghoney]

"maid" | f.w

summary: you in a maid outfit.

content: gender-neutral, not house specific, maid outfit (but this isn't really about the outfit), sexual implications?

warnings: some curse words, my english

a/n: this wasn't actually to be for this character or even this kind of story but then it turned out like this, and i dont regret it. i hope you like it, let me know what you think!

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, check it out on MY ao3 ]

This all started because you could not say no to a challenge. You had made a stupid bet with the Weasley twins, and you were so sure you were going to win, but in the end, they got the upper hand. Now you had to do anything they wanted and to be honest you should’ve known nothing good would come from them. If they weren’t your best friends you were sure you would’ve committed murder by now.

That’s how you ended up walking in the Gryffindor common room, on a friday night for the weekly “gathering” with your friend group, dressed as a maid, no, no, “a sexy maid” as Fred had so kindly mentioned. Everyone was already sitting there, some on the couch, some on the floor, just hanging out like usual, but once you walked in with the twins the silence was louder than anything else.

“What’s happening? Why are you dressed like that?!”, Ron was the first to break the silence, almost shouting, as his face started to become a nice shade of red.

“Oh Ronald, y/n here is just doing a little thing for us. Don’t they look nice?”, Fred answered, trying to contain his laugh, “C’mon darling, show them your outfit”. If you had the ability you were sure you’d kill him with just your eyes.

“Yeah, do a little spin-”, you didn’t even let George finish as you elbowed him in the stomach. You sent them a glare as you made your way to an empty spot on the couch. But apparently, they had read your mind as they sprinted to the couch, sitting down, leaving you standing there with nowhere to sit comfortably.

“Why are you being like this?”, you huffed frustrated.

“You didn’t actually think we’d make it easy on you, did you? Besides me and Freddie here are tired, we need to rest our long legs”

“And where am I supposed to sit now? I’m not gonna sit on the floor!”

“Oh but darling you’re not gonna make these people change their seats, they must be comfortable”, you wanted to strangle Fred so bad. If he wanted to tease you, fine, but two could play that game.

“You’re right. I guess I just have to sit here”, and you sat yourself on his lap. He stiffened his posture and you knew it affected him. You could see George and your other friends trying not to laugh out loud. They knew your game.

You and Fred had always had this stronger connection, you and the twins had been friends since forever and you adored them both dearly, but you couldn’t deny that somewhere along the way your feelings for Fred had changed. You knew he felt the same because both of you had confessed your feelings a couple of weeks ago, but being the competitive bastards you are you didn't immediately act on it, wanting to tease one another to see who would break first.

You were done, but obviously still wanted to win. You still remember the countless times you had to sit through his teasing, making you go and watching him practice Quidditch and then taking off his shirt, him sitting too close to you and putting his arms around your frame, whispering dirty jokes in the middle of class. You took a lot of cold showers this past few days. But you knew you affected him as well, be it the simplest touch, your outfits, or even the way you’d reply to his joke with an even dirtier one, you’ve seen him have to excuse himself a couple of times. And now with this bold move, you’d hope he’d break.

“What are you doing?!”, he whisper-yelled to you.

“I’m sitting down Fredrick, what does it look like?”, you answered him while turning your body to the front so you could face the rest of your friends, having your back to his chest and your legs straddling his.

“Okay so, before this little show we were playing cards. Wanna play with us?”, Hermione asked. So you played. Wiggling around in his lap when you needed to fetch some card from the table or you made a good play. This went on for half an hour - a lot longer than you expected to be honest - but he finally had enough.

“Argh, stop it! You’re driving me crazy here!”, he said quite loudly, which gathered everyone’s attention. He then got up from his seat, making you get up as well, “I know what you’re doing, okay, it’s done, you win, I’m done with this!”, taking the cards out of your hands and throwing them on the floor, he grabbed your face between his big hands and softly caressed it, he then finally kissed you. Oh, how you’ve been waiting for this.

When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile. Neither of you cared that everyone else was looking at you. “I think me and my little maid here have some business to attend to in my dorm”, he joked as he pulled you by the wrist in the direction of his room.

Your friends laughed, “Fucking finally”, “I thought they’d do this little dance forever”, you even heard George comment that he’d sleep on that couch tonight. You didn’t care, none of their teasing mattered, because as Fred closed the door of his room behind you and smirked, you knew you were in for a hell of a fun night.