#a language he can fluently speak without needing to write to be understood?

[benevolenterrancy]

au where Li Yu teaches Prince Jing modern CSL, based on @skygemspeaks's au over here because after seeing how eagerly Li Yu takes to teaching him pinyin in bk4 I think they both deserve it!

[liliesof-the-valley]

How do you say…

They react to the fact you can speak another language. So sorry if this isn’t really accurate or that good, I just had the idea and seemingly needed to write it down! Other brothers will come later, in order. As well as side characters!

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Lucifer

Lucifer already knew that you could speak another language , considering he had gone through your files when he was selecting you as an exchange student.

Though he didn’t exactly pay this information any attention, that is until he heard you speaking this language. The first time he heard the words coming from your lips he was quite stunned. What did you say?

Nonetheless, he is quite amazed at the fact you can speak another language and if you can speak multiple, his pride in you just skyrockets.

In my opinion, he would most likely be able to speak a multitude of other languages, hell, there’s probably a spell to understand and speak different languages in the devildom.

Yet you, someone who has learnt and understood a different language and did so without any form of magic— more likely just hours of memorising grammar rules, pronunciation and translation, isn’t it obvious that he’s going to show you off?

At parties hosted by Diavolo, occasionally you can hear your name uttered by lucifer, a grin on his face—undoubtedly he is boasting about you.

He also does love to hear you speak it, how the pronunciation rolls off your tongue, how you annunciate the vowels, anything really about it.

What stunned you however , is how one day whilst you were watching a series in said language lucifer appeared and sat on the couch next to you. Then he began to speak and that’s when your emotions turned into a mix of stunned and impressed.

If your ears didn’t deceive you, you heard lucifer speaking in your language, fluently it seemed. ‘What are you watching?’ Was uttered , a soft chuckle following afterwards at the sight of your raised eyebrows and confused expression.

Afterward, he explains how it was just a temporary spell he used to speak the language for a period of time. Once he asked you to teach him some of your language and he got the hang of it almost instantly.

Mammon

The way mammon found out is when you were stuck on dinner duty and he was helping , you had needed to ask him to pass something when the word couldn’t translate into English in your head.

‘Whatcha need me to get then?’ He asks, heading to the kitchen cabinets

‘The, uh, the thingy’

‘What’d ya mean the ‘thingy’?’

‘You know…the thing that’s used to season stuff’

‘You’re gonna need to be more specific... There’s about twenty-somethin’ things that could be that ‘thingy’’

‘Get me the chili flakes’ you say, though ‘chili flakes’ is said in your language. He looks back at you, even more confused. Finally, you give up and head to the cabinets pulling out the chili flakes.

‘Yo, that’s not what they’re called , is it?’

And then the realisation that you were speaking in a different language set in but he was still a little confused ‘why’d ya say it in a different language if you don’t speak another…YA SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?’

I mean, I feel like pride is one of the things that all the brothers would feel when learning this piece of info. Mammon is very much enjoying the fact that you, his human was fluent in a different language , by Lord Diavolo he was absolutely thrilled. Could he somehow market this , let’s see… translator maybe? Well, then he realised he’d have to share your ability with the world and hid din takes over. No one’s gonna hear you speak this other language other than him, ya hear?

Though, his efforts to hide this from his brothers are all ruined when he accidentally spills it whilst in conversation over the dinner you’d just made. Actually, it wasn’t like you were keeping this a secret, mammon was but well, that didn’t go as he planned.

Needless to say he is very excited to hear you speak it,finding your pronunciation and you in general ‘decent enough’ (he means incredibly attractive) and frequently asks questions like

‘How do you say lucifer needs to gimme more money for allowance?’ Or ‘how’d ya say *insert swear word/profanity*’

I also feel like he’d be the type of person to ask ‘how do you say my name in your langauge’ as if it wouldn’t be the same 😭😭

He had had a case in which when he was mad / irritated at one of his brothers he swore at them only in said language and after he was done cussing them out, burst your door open and with his hands on his hips and a devious grin on his face.

‘What did you do?’ Is the first thing uttered from your lips when you saw him

[fruitybashir]

Has Bojan ever told Kris "I love you" in Serbian and he didn't realize? (we see Bojan mutters a lot of Serbian, but we don't know what)

oh interesting!!! lets go there

so this is funny bc originally, a big part of bojan's ch16 crisis wouldve been that he accidentally said "i love you/volim te" to kris when they had sex in ch15, then realising that the next morning and freaking out about it. i switched it up mostly for two reasons:

a) the "shit we took it too far" moment ended up being having unprotected sex which, again, i hadnt originally planned lol it just sorta happened. and i like it better that way bc in their context, that is very much an admission and an act of love, without either of them explicitly saying it. and it gives bojan a (very flimsy excuse of an) exit route from his crisis where he tells himself that as long as neither of them has said it out loud, they can still just go back.

and b) i dont know about actual kris, but holidate kris doesnt exactly speak or understand serbian fluently, but he does recognize a few words here and there. like curse words bojan regularly uses mostly but also. stuff you just pick up when you live in the area of another language if that makes sense? like how im from germany but ill recognize a few words and sentences here and there from polish, dutch, french, etc just bc. its stuff you kinda pick up from proximity and having music with different languages in the charts.

and a "volim te" would have definitely been recognisable to kris, its not something he wouldve overheard or not have understood. and that would just have changed his whole perspective in ch16 bc bojan would have told kris he loves him only to then fuck off and say hey lets just be friends. it would have been a very different crisis on his part then, knowing bojan loves him but for some reason doesnt want him vs actual ch16 wondering where he'd gone wrong, thinking bojan had figured out kris had feelings for him but not feeling the same and that pushed him away etc etc

so uhh. what was the question again? oh yeah.

bojan speaking serbian. this is one of those "idk man i just write the guy" instances kinda, i dont have any exact words or sentences in mind?

had to go back and check where bojan speaks serbian actually

exhibit nr.1: just various curses for sure

exhibit nr.2: ummm probably also just like fuck me but in serbian? maybe smthn like "need you in me" etc like maybe just something filthy and desperate lmao

exhibit nr.3: a lot of sweet talking mostly, telling kris how amazing he feels, in him and under him, how he loves being so close to him, how good he makes bojan feels ummmm idk i cant come up with anything deep or poetic rn but basically just a loooot a lot of sweet talk and praise and basically saying how much he loves kris without actually saying the words for it. does that make sense?

but with all things that are left vague: its up for interpretation if you have something else in mind. bojan could be reciting the manual to his microwave for all i know.

[daughterofluthien]

Fictober 2022 - Day 1

Prompt #1: “I chose you” Fanfiction - Fandom: Stargate: SG-1 Rating: G Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Sha’re Warnings: none Word Count: 607

English—that was her husband’s word for the Tau’ri language—was entirely different from the type of writing her father taught her in secret when she was a little girl. Where Abydonian was all symbols and concepts, the English glyphs corresponded to sounds that were built into words. Which meant that, in order to translate them, you had to already know what the word sounded like in English.

In Sha’re’s opinion, her people’s solution was much more sensible.

She carefully turned the pages of one of Daniel’s books, pausing at one two-page spread that held a detailed reproduction of one section of the tunnel walls, with a hastily scrawled English translation—one she and her husband had worked on together—on the opposite page. She covered the Abydonian words with her hand, and glared at the English side, sounding out each word aloud.

“Two of the beliefs of our people are lies. One: Ra is a god. Two: we have always been slaves.The truth is: our fathers triumphed over the false god Ra. They drove him away and buried his gate.”

She checked her work against the Abydonian on the first page, and grinned when she found she understood nearly all of it.

“Your own personal Rosetta Stone.” Daniel’s voice startled her, and she looked up to find him staring at him, something wonderfully soft in his eyes. The sort of softness that would cause her cousins and the other boys to mock him mercilessly, but that she entirely adored.

She did not, however, expect him to be so easily distracted from his work. But as long as he did not mind, there was information she could learn, and she never backed down from that sort of opportunity. “What is ‘Rosetta’?

“Right, sorry.” A small smile curled at the corner of his lips, the same way it always did when he was shy or embarrassed. “Rosetta’s a city on my world—not that far from where your ancestors lived, actually. Thousands of years ago, they erected a stone to proclaim the coronation of a new pharoah, and because many different people lived in that city, they wrote the proclamation in three languages. Later, after two of the languages were lost—”

“—you could still translate them, because of the third.”

Daniel nodded, and Sha’re considered this. “Maybe,” she said finally, “after our people learn to write, we can create a stone of our own: the old language, your English, and a third language we will create for ourselves.” She ran her fingers across the page, tracing letters that she first saw etched in the dust by her father. After making her repeat their meaning, he had immediately wiped them away with his hand, warning her never to let the Horus guards see. “I do not want us to forget a second time.”

“An Abydos stone.” He paused a moment, then shook his head, his curled lips shifting to a full smile. “You know you deserve way better than me, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “I chose you, my Daniel, even after I knew you were not a messenger from Ra. You are my husband, and I love you.” Sha’re entwined their fingers together in a gesture that used to be foreign to her.

Daniel leaned forward to kiss her forehead, a gesture she knew used to be foreign to him. “I love you, too, my Sha’re.”

Their lips met after that: a language that, after only a few months of practice, they could both speak fluently, without the need of aid or translation. 

Communication was never easy, but the people of Abydos would learn and they would endure. She would make sure of that.

[lanceeselhombre]

Genshin Language Barrier Au: Liyue Edition

Disclaimer: I’m not Chinese. Please don’t take my hcs as fact! I am learning mandarin and simplified characters, and I did research to try to be as accurate as possible with things that I mentioned.

⚠️ Spoilers for Liyue’s archon quest, lore, and story quests ⚠️

• Liyue’s national language is Chinese, obviously. I imagine the standards are mandarin and simplified characters (writing) for the folks of the harbor, since both of these are most common in mainland China.

• Other villages likely stray from this, preferring other dialects. I still think that most people except the elders would have learned simplified characters instead of traditional.

• As a side note, traditional and simplified characters can look very different, so someone who can read traditional can’t read simplified without learning it all over again, and vice versa. Some characters are the same, but not all.

• A lot of the human Liyue characters speak minority dialects, like Chongyun, Shenhe, Beidou, etc.

• The adepti are very far behind on the times. We know from the story that they’ve been distancing themselves from humanity, so they likely speak outdated versions of Chinese (i’m thinking perhaps archaic Chinese) and can only read traditional characters.

• Archaic chinese is an ancient form of the language and is believed to be very different from mandarin, so they would effectively sound like different languages.

• The exceptions to this are the adepti that have maintained contact with humans, like Ganyu, Zhongli, Madame Ping, and Xiao. They have varying degrees of proficiency in both archaic and modern Chinese. Yanfei didn’t make the list here because she likely grew up only knowing modern language and writing, though she may know a word here and there from her grandmother.

• Ganyu is the most adjusted and is very rusty with archaic Chinese. This makes her job easier, but makes conversation with say Cloud Retainer and Xiao more difficult. She tries to practice when she can, not wanting to lose that part of her heritage, but it’s understandably difficult to keep up with. Archaic is effectively a dead language after all.

• Zhongli and Madame Ping would both be next. They both understand and can communicate with modern language, but frequently forget words/characters. They speak with the more secluded adepti often enough to keep up with archaic, though Zhongli is slowly losing his language skills following his retirement.

• Xiao is the least adjusted of the adepti living amongst humans. He likely never tried to learn a modern dialect and just knows some everyday words from overhearing conversations at the inn. He also can only read traditional, which isn’t standardized, so it’s rare that he finds something he can read. He essentially has a huge communication barrier with most people, and less than 10 people can still speak the language he knows best. It would be hard to fix at this point even if he wanted to.

• Shenhe gets a special mention here. She grew up for a bit in a village that likely spoke a minority dialect, then was raised by Cloud Retainer, then went on to reintegrate into human society in the harbor. I imagine she speaks a mix of all of her dialects at once because her schooling was scattered, to say the least. Since reuniting with her nephew, her language skills in their village’s dialect are likely becoming the strongest.

• I think Teyvat common is also standardized and widely understood in Liyue, but you won’t find anyone speaking it if they don’t have to. Ganyu, Zhongli, Madame Ping, and Yanfei are the only adepti that speak it fluently.

• The traveler struggled hard in Liyue because of the abrupt change from Mondstadt. Sure, Mond has its regional languages, but Teyvat common was more, well, common. Thanks to standardization, they can read signs and get around, but its a gamble if someone will understand them if they need directions.

• Talking with the adepti was an absolute nightmare. They were scary enough without the language barrier. Paimon was their saving grace.

• I like to think that the traveler learned Chinese fairly quickly. They probably learned mandarin from spending so much time in the harbor. Constant immersion was their friend, even if it was incredibly stressful at first.

• I won’t spew pairing hcs in this list, but I think we can all agree that the traveler would be curious and try to learn archaic, traditional, or both.

[duine-aiteach]

Does the current curriculum for Irish fail the language?

On the 2016 census 1.7 million people indicated they could speak Irish, which was a 13,000 decrease from the 2011 census. 420,000 said they never spoke Irish and 587,000 said they spoke it only in education. A mere 200,000 indicated they spoke it weekly or daily, and I fear that that number is only going to fall. The number of fluent Irish speakers has declined since The Famine despite various attempts to revive it, and current opinions towards the language aren’t helping it recover. There has to be a change in the way it is implemented.

 The current examination system for Irish at Leaving Certificate level has an oral examination, an aural examination and a written examination. The results of these are then averaged out to get a final grade. This may seem like a good idea as the students can play to their strengths. However, the level of Irish required to take this exam is generally higher than students can manage. The teachers knew we didn’t have enough Irish to answer the questions on our own, so we were given essays and pages of notes to learn off. By forcing us to take exams at a much higher level than we could speak, most people who had any bit of interest lost it. If the way Irish is taught, and subsequently examined, isn’t changed the language will die.

Stringing a language along that not many people want to speak just to preserve it is ridiculous and ultimately a waste of time. Forcing the language on people does no good. At the moment we have a country full of teenagers who loathe the subject. We can’t actually speak it but can somehow answer an in-depth question on the themes of a poem?

 My proposition is to begin at the root – education – and split Irish into two separate subjects – Irish (native speaker) and Irish (learner). The first will be aimed mainly at Gaeltacht areas and Gaelscoils and rarely be taken outside of them, whereas the latter is aimed at people who don’t often use Irish outside of school.

Irish (native speaker) can stay pretty much the same as the current Irish curriculum since it’s aimed at people who can speak Irish the way most of us do English. Whereas Irish (learner) would be set up more like the foreign languages – French, German, Spanish etc – that are taught in schools already.

Currently, people who have only learnt simple introductions and past tense verbs are coming into secondary school expected to be able to write essays by themselves, and as time goes on it gets harder and harder. We are treated as if we should know things about Irish that we have never been taught. That needs to be changed. We need to be taught what things mean and why we use them more than just “because we do.” In primary school we were made to learn lists of Irish words off – liom, leat, leis, lei, linn, libh, leo; orm, ort, air, uirthi, orainn, oraibh, orthu etc – but it wasn’t until Leaving Cert. that I learned they had different meanings and you didn’t just alternate based off your gut feeling. I only learned that because of an offhand comment my teacher made that we as a class then asked about. He grew up in Connemara and seemed very surprised that we didn’t know the difference.

 Irish isn’t spoken widely anymore outside of Gaeltacht areas and the vast majority of Irish people who can “speak” Irish haven’t spoken it since leaving school. Most of what they do know is due to learning by heart and not actually learning to speak the language. The problem isn’t a lack of interest, it’s mainly the curriculum which forces the teachers to not actually teach the language properly because that isn’t important to get us through our exams.

I struggled with Irish greatly in secondary school and I believe most of that is down to being pushed into an exam I wasn’t able for. I was discouraged from taking ordinary level because as long as I passed, I would get more points in higher level. I put myself under a lot of stress that I think could have been avoided if I had had the choice to study Irish as a language I was learning, rather than one I seemed to be expected to know.

 If it was taught differently more people would want to and would enjoy learning the language. The only way Irish will properly survive is if they actually start teaching us how to speak the language not just acting like we are already fluent in it. I have heard a vast amount of people say that they can speak French or German better than a language they’ve been “taught” since they were four years of age. The language you’ve been around since early childhood should be much easier to speak than one you’ve been learning for three or four years.

 Although every Irish person’s first language used to be Irish it has to be understood now that that isn’t the case and the way of promoting and encouraging Irish needs to be changed to reflect that. A hundred years ago testing students on analysing a poem in Irish would work since the person spoke the language fluently, but now we do not and without a serious change in teaching we never will be. There must be a change to increase proficiency of the language in the general Republic or it will die out. 

[holylulusworld]

The wolf and the princess – Part 10 - No one will get my goddess

Summary: A princess and a wolf meet under difficult circumstances. Can they give each other shelter in a cold world?

A/N: prompt/idea by @gypsyjucar​​​​: Ulf Johnsen (Dean Winchester) is the leader of his land with the help of his brother. On a trip to Dean gets captured by the king's guards, the princess, was just walking along the castle when she hears her father and guards talking about a barbarian in the cells and this is where their journey begins...

Pairing: Viking!Dean /Ulfr or Wolf) x Princess!Reader, Viking!Sam (Frode) x Shield-Maiden!Ruby

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Castiel, Ivar (Bobby Singer), OFC’s

Warnings: angst, innocent reader, longing, fluff, bad use of Norse language, gentle Dean, Norse wedding rituals (any mistakes are mine), smut, unprotected sex, fingering, gentle sex, loss of virginity, comforting, blood, animal death (ritual)

A/N: This chapter is longer than the others as I didn’t want to split the ceremony and the wedding night. 

The wolf and the princess Masterlist

Day 10

Days spent on a cramped ship, surrounded by people who mostly ignore you or speak in a foreign language are taking a toll on you.

While the waves beat roughly at the shores you look at the land Dean points toward to. He explained that you are still within your father's reach but his men need a rest, just like all of you.

Before you can return to Dean’s homeland, the land you will call your home from now on, his men needs to gather more supplies. 

“Soon we’ll arrive at one of our hidden camps. It’s safe and now one dares to come close to it. Some of our men are waiting for us, just like the maiden for the ritual.” Your eyes meet Dean’s and you can see the smirk appear on his lips.

“You planned to take me with you, didn’t you?” Humming Dean places his hands on your hips. “How could you know I would come with you?”

“I would’ve kidnapped you, my love. You are destined to become my queen, to be my àst (love), princess.” His lips capture yours in a soft kiss and you can hear the men behind Dean whistle when you play with Dean’s braids.

Dean barks something at his men, grinning as one of them snickers at his words. You don’t know what Dean said as most of the words are foreign to you, but you understood princess, mine and feisty…

“What did you say?” Dean’s smile grows as he leans closer to brush his lips over yours. “Ulfr (Dean)?”

“They wanted to know if you are as obedient as you seem, and I told them that you are fiercely and feisty. I told them that only a wild wolf as me can tame you, princess. No man will dare to touch you, Y/N.”

You can see the hunger in Dean’s eyes and a little moan leaves your lips as you press your legs together.

“You want to tame me, wild wolf?” Smirking you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging harshly at his dirty blonde strands. “Maybe I’ll tame you my wild Viking.”

“You know…” His lips are back on yours, this time he slips his tongue in, pressing it to the roof of your mouth. “We call ourselves Ostmen, not Vikings…“

“Oh, my mother always said víkingr is the name of a seaman or warrior taking part in an expedition.” Humming Dean gets a piece of paper out to write víkingr and Viking onto a piece of paper.

“Look. Víkingr is the person, but to go viking means to go on a raid or expedition, my love. But it’s not a problem if you call me your Viking. I like it, to be honest.” Dean’s features soften as you look at the piece of paper.

“Can you teach me your mother tongue? I want to learn to speak it fluently.” While you look at the words again Dean barks something at his men, pointing toward a ship in the distance.

“Something wrong?” Looking at the ship heading into your direction you drop the piece of paper. You know that flag. “That’s my uncle's ship. How can he…”

“I think your father told your uncle that Dean kidnapped you.” Castiel worriedly looks at the closer coming ship. “We need to hide. I don’t think they will attack us right here. Not with only one ship against five of yours, Dean.”

“It would be a one-sided fight but you are right. That ship will follow us. It’s far away and will need a few hours to reach us so…” Looking at you Dean takes your hand in his. “We have to do the ritual as soon as we arrive at the camp.”

“Ritual…” Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face in Dean’s chest. “I am going to marry you, my king…”

Hours before the wedding…

The ship kept on following you, but it was way slower than the Viking’s ships. While you watched the ship disappear in the distance Dean rarely left your side. 

He gave orders in Norse, only leaving your side for a moment to explain something to Sam and Ivar (Bobby). Castiel and Garth always lingered by your side.

You could see it in their eyes, they didn’t trust Dean’s men, or Sam to protect you at all cost. 

When you finally saw the camp coming closer you could feel your heart race. Dean told you more about the ritual but all you could hear was that you will unite soon, and you felt fear creep into your thoughts.

What if you disappoint Dean? What if he doesn’t like your body or the way you take his manhood? What if you cannot be a good queen to him?

“We are almost there, my love. If we reach the camp, you will have to go with Ruby and the other maidens. They will keep you safe and help you strip your old life off. I’ll be waiting for you, Y/N.” One last time Dean kissed you as the ships landed…

Just like Dean said you and your groom got separated. Ruby could see you are nervous, so she chided the bubbly maidens and they fell silent. 

Your body started to shake as Ruby explained they will help you stripping your clothes off. Never before were you naked in front of so many foreign women.

“I’ll be by your side the whole time, Y/N. Don’t you worry. At the end of the rituals, your love is waiting for you, your king.” 

With skilled fingers Ruby and the other maiden stripped you bare, humming in approvals as they looked you all over. 

One of the elder women said something you did not understand but according to Ruby’s reaction, a bright smile, it must’ve been nice.

“She said our king is a lucky man to have you as his bride. She never complimented a bride before, Y/N.” Ruby whispered.

“Takk (thank you).“ Your words made the maiden gasp. You could see their faces lit up as their future queen tried to talk to them in their mother tongue.

“They are pleased that you try to speak our mother tongue. Soon you will be able to talk like us.” Ruby staid by your side, taking your golden band out of your hair to carefully place it far away from your old clothes. 

“We will keep the kransen for your future daughter, Y/N.”

“Why are there two bathtubs?” Confused you looked at the tubs until you remembered Dean’s words. “Wash my old life away…I see…”

“You need to get into the hot one first. I’ll stay here, just like the married women, the others will leave now. Normally your mother or sisters should be here, or Ulfr’s (Dean) mother.”  Ruby held out her hand to help you into the hot water.

You shivered even though you sat in hot water. Your mind was somewhere else, at your wedding night, and Ruby gave you a knowing smirk.

The women used birch twigs to increase perspiration. “We are washing your maiden status away. Just go with it, Y/N.” Nodding you bore the hot water until the elder woman pointed toward the other tub.

Ruby helped you out of the tub with hot water to help you enter the one with cold water too. Plunged into the cold water you squeaked as your body shivered the moment you sat down.

“Almost done, princess. You did well, even better than other brides.” Ruby whispered and you nodded silently.

While you stepped out of the bathtub, greeted by the other women with hugs and words you did not understand Dean washed away his bachelorhood in another place. 

Bobby and Sam, along with other married men stayed by his side, giving him advice on marriage and his duties as your husband.

Sam finally admitted he married Ruby months ago, in a secret ceremony. Dean wanted to yell, wanted to punish his brother but not during your wedding ritual.

“I will keep this a secret. When we are back at our homeland, there will be a ritual, a wedding ceremony to make sure no one believes my brother broke the rules…” 

One hour before the wedding ceremony…

“We will help you with your dress now. Dean let one of our most talented maidens made it for you.” Smiling you look at the dark green flowing dress. It has plenty of layers and ruffles, just as you imagined a Viking’s brides gown. 

The maidens help you into your under-dress, straighten it. There is giggling and childish behavior as Ruby and the elder women push the dress over your head. 

“Only the fur is left.” Ruby can see your hands are trembling. “Breathe, princess. Let us help you through the ritual. Dean is a good king; a good man and he’ll be a good husband.”

“I…I know.” Huffing you let the elder woman wrap the fur cloak around your shoulders. “But can I be a good wife?”

“You will, Dean chose you…fate chose you…” Holding out her hand Ruby leads you to a chair. “The younger women will braid your hair now. You have wonderful hair, like one of us.”

While the maidens braid your hair, create a half up half down fishtail braid you let Ruby hold your hand, whispering encouraging words.

“Beautiful.” You can see your hair, but you believe Ruby as she caps your hair with a floral crown. “We are finished, my princess. Let us continue. Take a deep breath and remember you do all this for your king.”

“Thank you, Ruby. I wouldn’t have known what to do without you…”

“My love…” Dean can’t take his eyes off you as he can finally see you again. His eyes roam your body and you can see the smile tug at the corner of his lips. “You are breathtakingly beautiful.”

Dean’s clothes match your colors. Green and golden, just like your dress. While you look at him, he tightens the grip at a sword. It looks old and you assume it’s the one he was talking about days ago.

One thick braid tames his wild hair at the back of his head, but some locks fall over his shoulders, just as you like it. He smiles wildly gives orders in Norse as you look at his expertly decorated hair.

One of the men carries a goat toward Dean and you want to close your eyes as he hands your king a knife. You know it’s a needed ritual, still, you pity the poor goat.

“For Thor!” Dean exclaims before he slices the goat's throat. A tiny whimper leaves your lips seeing the blood drop down onto the ground. “He’ll make sure you are fertile, my love.”

Humming you glance at the poor goat, not showing you pity it, you smile wildly, nodding as Dean places his hand onto your belly, saying something in Norse which makes the men growl in response.

Watching the Gothi (priest) taking the blood from the wound you want to shudder, but you take a deep breath as he dribbles the blood over Thor’s statue.

The priest drips blood over his forehead and you can’t hold back a whine. Dean grasps your hand, squeezes it tightly as the Gothi finally dips twigs into the blood to fling it on you and Dean to bless you.

While the sacrifice of the goat, the blood and the Gothi flinging blood on you made you feel uneasy you smile as Dean presents his ancestral sword to you.

“Don’t worry…” Castiel hands you a sword, smiling as he nods at Dean. “I took your grandfather’s sword with me. It was your Viking grandfather’s sword, my princess. All is good.”

With shaking fingers, you present the sword to Dean, smiling as he nods in approval. He knows the symbols on the sword, knows your mother’s family were strong and honorable people.

Moments later you feel Dean put a ring on your finger, you do the same but the words of the Gothi, the cheers and everything else are just a blur as Dean presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in.

The feast following your wedding ceremony is tiring. A tall hammer, Thor’s hammer to be precise, was placed in your lap, to bless your womb.

While everyone around eats and drinks you barely nipped at the strong mead Dean offered to you. Your nerves getting the best of you as all you can think about is the rest of the ritual.

“Uh—Ulfr?” Whispering your husband's name you bite your lower lips as he faces you. His lips press against yours and you fist his cloak as he can barely hold back the need to take you right there and then.

“My love…” His voice is lower now and you giggle lightly as his hand moves to your thigh to stroke it gently. “Are you not well?”

“I feel…I mean…” Whining you lean closer to Dean, as he grips the handle of the hammer. “Those people bedding us…will they watch?”

Dean laughs loudly, almost choking on his spit. “No, my queen. They will lead us to bed, witness that it’s me and you but…” His hand squeezes your thigh roughly as he lazily licks his lips. “They will not watch us when I make you my queen…”

Dean’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist as he leads you toward your destiny. 

Bobby, Sam, Ruby, the elder woman from the ritual, the Gothi and a man named  Ketch hold torches in their hands to lead the way through the camp.

“I am nervous…” Whispering the words you feel Dean’s holds on you tighten. “Don’t be, my love.”

While Ruby and the elder women help you undress and lay on the bed you nervously look at Ruby.

“Just a few more moments and we are all gone. Don’t fear him. Dean is a good man. He’s a fierce warrior but I never heard he hurt a woman.”

Humming you smile as the elder woman places your bridal crown back onto the crown of your hair. She whispers something in Norse and you nod, squeezing her hand as you watch Sam and Bobby help Dean out of his clothing.

Your cheeks heat up as you glance at his manhood. You want to giggle but you don’t want to embarrass your husband or yourself in front of his fellow landsman.

Watching Dean walk toward the bed, a smile on his lips you hold your breath. He crawls onto the blanket to lie next to you, nodding as the men step closer.

All witnesses look at you and Dean before they nod at each other. The Gothi says something in Norse, just like Bobby and the others but all you can recognize is Dean’s hand moving up and down your thigh.

For a moment you just lie there, not knowing what to do.

Dean seems to be less nervous; he rolls to his side to slide his fingers through your hair.

“My love, my queen. Don’t be shy. I know you are a passionate woman, a red-blooded one.” Smiling coyly you shudder as Dean removes the bridal crown.

Everyone hums at his doing and then you realize this was the symbol of sexual union Ruby was talking about.

“We see us in the morning…” Ruby whispers and then…they are all gone. 

The moment the people left the room and closed the door Dean drags the blanket of your body. He kneels on the bed, sliding his hands over your exposed skin. Goosebumps erupt all over your body as one large hand gropes your breast.

He’s carefully pinching your nipple and a gasp escape your lips. Your wild man, the kind you choose smiles as you push your chest into his hand.

“I knew you would love it. Tell me what you want, Y/N.” His voice makes you shudder every time he whispers something dirty into your ear.

“Dean…” Your eyes dart between his face and the thing you never saw close before. You read books, even saw drawings but your nosiness gets the best of you and your hand grasps for his cock.

“My queen is adventurous.” Smirking Dean guides your hand up and down his length. The skin feels like velvet under your fingertips and you gasp as something odd happens.

His length hardens and your eyes grow wide. Just now you realize how less you know about men and how to please them. 

“You’re doing so well…”

Dean’s lips plant soft kisses to your shoulder as you keep on moving your hand up and down his manhood. For a while Dean let you explore his body, let you slide your hand over his chest, admiring the scars he wears with pride.

“Can I touch you, my queen? Can I make you feel good?” Nodding you giggle lightly as Dean helps you lie onto the pillow. You watch him move his hands over your legs, up to your thighs to spread you open for him.

Nervously chewing on your lower lip, you wait for his reaction but there is only a bright smile on his lips as he looks at your sex as if it’s something divine.

“Do I…I mean…”

“Beautiful, Y/N.” Shyly you look away as Dean settles between your legs. He kneels, bracing himself on his forearms at each side of your body.

Your fingers slide through his locks and he chuckles as you let your eyes wander. There is a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and his muscles flex when your hands slide over his chest.

He looks just like in your dream. A tall warrior, god-like in the dim light of the chamber. Dean dips his head to wrap his lips around your nipple and you squeak as he suckles it harshly into his mouth.

“I…oh--, my king…” Something happens in your core. Your lower half seems to fight a war with your mind. While you try to act ‘lady-like’ your body seems to have a different opinion.

Your hands fly to his hair and you tug harshly at his braid, force your king to look up at you.

His eyes are filled with lust and you whimper as he presses his plump lips onto yours to kiss you fiercely.

His cock presses against your belly and you grip his shoulders to hold tight onto him as his lips wander to your neck to mark you with his teeth.

Now moans leave your lips and you forget about everything people told you how a princess has to behave as you press your body against Dean’s.

He’s moaning into your neck, loving the way you respond to his touch. You are still shy, a bit embarrassed about your behavior even, but the fire Dean ignited makes you crave the wild man he is.

“Please…I want to be yours…” Kissing you deeply, not wanting to rush things Dean moans against your lips and it’s the most erotic thing you ever heard. “Make me yours…”

“I’ll make you mine.” Dean peppers soft kisses to your chin, your collarbone before wraps his lips around one nipple again. He smirks against your skin, not giving away what he plans until you feel one hand cup your sex.

“DEAN!” Feeling one finger collect your arousal to rub it around your clit you cry out as you never dared to touch you like that. “Oh—my goodness…”

One finger slips inside of your slit and your husband curses something you don’t understand. He moans words, almost grunts as he slips another finger inside of you.

“Am I no good?” Looking down your body you whine as Dean shake his head.

“So tight, Y/N. I never felt something that perfect. I’ll make you feel so good, àst…” 

His fingers leave your body and you gasp as you feel something else nudge at your entrance. You brace yourself, prepared for pain and discomfort you close your eyes when Dean presses his lips to yours.

It’s a deep kiss, the kind of kiss taking your breath away followed by a deep thrust. Your hands fly to his shoulders, grip Dean tightly as he inches his way into your body.

He’s whispering your name against your lips, grips your left thigh roughly as you cry out his name the moment his body is flush against yours.

“I…that’s…” You feel a wide stretch, a slight burn but there is no pain as you feared. “No pain…” Breathing the words against Dean’s lips you sniffle as he hums against you.

“There is only pain with an impatient partner, not preparing you, my love. You’re so wet for me.” His lips capture yours in a deep kiss. “Do not fear me…”

Dean’s words make your heart clench in your chest and you instinctively move your hands to his face to cradle it gently. “I do not fear you, my king. Make me yours…”

Dean doesn’t tell you by taking your innocence he already made you his wife.

His hands gently slide all over your body. His head dips to press his nose into your neck as his body claims yours.

Your king’s, the wild man you chose starts to move his body. Rock his hips slowly and you grip his shoulders, looking up at him in awe.

“I…oh…my king…” Remembering a picture in one of the forbidden books in your father’s library you wrap your legs around Dean’s waist, and he smirks as you try to rock your hips.

Your voice is hoarse from crying your wolf's name. One of your hands fists his hair, holds tight onto his braids as the other grasps for his shoulder, digging deep into his flesh as he starts to speed up his movement.

“Dean…Ulfr…my wolf…” Again, something you never experienced before happens in your belly. There seems to be a knot ready to burst open with every thrust of Dean’s cock. 

The noises you make are loud enough for anyone outside to hear but right now, you are too lost in your husband, in the way he pumps his manhood into you to care. 

“Almost there, my queen. Give in, let me please you.” His voice is gruff now, filled with lust. “I love the way you feel around me…”

Pleasure ripples through your body and you cry out words in Norse you never used before, much to your husband’s amusement. 

It’s a mess of limbs, sweat and the feeling of Dean filling you with something warm that makes you swear with every thrust of his dick.

“Soon you’ll be filled with my child. You received my seed…”

Giggling you nod and Dean presses his lips to your sweaty forehead. “Was it good for you, Ulfr?”

“Perfect, my queen. Now let’s rest a bit. It was a long day and we still have a long journey ahead…”

One hand gently moves over your hair, the other runs up and down your back  Dean holds you in his arms, smiling as you mumble his name.

“I love you, Dean. Not ten days ago I feared I have to marry Cole and spend my life with this cruel man. I never thought I would see you again.” 

“He’ll never get you, Y/N. No one gets my goddess…”

For better imagination of her wedding style here are the dress and hairstyle:

Look here for her hairstyle: Hair

For the flower crown look here: Crown

I imagined this dress for the wedding: Dress

Thanks to: wikipedia.org for their information about Vikings and their life.

Tags in reblog.

[wocfics]

Fine Art

Kim Taehyung Series 

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

KTH x Poc Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2k+  

When you first saw the email, you thought it was a joke. A simple questionnaire asking about your dating history and such, not really knowing what it was for but you figured there were only a select few people it was sent to, since it was a very long process. Arranged marriage was weird in the states but not in others, as far as you knew. As an artist, a painter and an owner of a gallery, you never thought about marriage in the first place. Art was your love and your life, but sometimes it does get lonely. You dated on and off but there wasn’t much luck, not since your first boyfriend. You were only 18 at the time but he was your everything, you even almost had a family together until you came home early from a trip to Milan and found him in the finished basement of your home with the neighbor’s daughter. 

You lost everything and although you moved into your own place and buried yourself in work, a few years went by and it started to get lonely. You didn’t do one night stands, there was no point in them anyway, you couldn’t see yourself sleeping with random people without any sort of emotional connection. The worst part of it all was the people you considered friends, knew about your boyfriend’s cheating and didn’t want to tell you. Some friends. Living in New York was the best thing and it was even better when you opened up a gallery for display ametuer artwork from across the city. You held painting classes for people who wanted to simply learn, or to discover new skills. 

When your phone pinged, notifying you of another email that said you were eligible as a wife for someone in South Korea, your eyes nearly popped out of your head. SOUTH KOREA?! You had went there once and even has someone asked you to paint a picture of a photo they took during the flower festival there. You didn’t speak Korean fluently, it was hard to learn and work at the same time, especially since your schedule was so hectic that you didn’t even have a day off unless it was an emergency. 

The flight from New York to South Korea was long and the shift in time zones was taking a toll on your body. You met with the lawyer at the building that was going over your marriage, you also explained the language barrier that was going to be difficult and they made sure to include that during the meeting. The meeting was different, you knew you were getting married but to Kim Taehyung of BTS? That was the real eye opener and the email made sense as to why it was so top secret and didn’t reveal much about him. When the lawyer explained why this was happening you were shocked but you had signed a contract, confirming that everything that was spoken of would be confidential and the consequences would result in you pracially losing everything. 

Sitting across from him, you dressed in black overalls, a dark brown turtleneck sweater underneath and your brown coat in the chair next to you. Your hair was currently in long two strand jumbo twists and you wore little to know makeup. It was cold in Korea so you did dress for the weather. Taehyung was dressed in a black sweater and baggy black sweatpants to match. His hair was a messy black color but you didn’t care. You two stared at each other the entire time, almost in a trance, lost in each others eyes. He was more gorgeous in person than on tv. 

He gave you a smirk and a wink and your cheeks were a pale shade of red against your caramel skin complexion. You couldn’t help but give a small smile back as the lawyers spoke amongst each other before turning to you two and finalizing everything. You signed papers as your lawyer spoke to Taehyung and his lawyer about the language barrier and about how you were still learning the language. He looked up after signing these papers and stared at you. “I will teach you Korean.” He nodded. You smiled, biting your lip and nodding.

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It didn’t take long for you to settle into the apartment provided for the both of you. There were two rooms, one bathroom, a big living room and kitchen as well. Your things were by the front door when you walked in, taking in the already furnished area while removing your shoes at the door. Taking off your coat, Taehyung came in behind you and took it from you, hanging it up. “Thank you.” you said in Korean and he smiled and removed his own shoes. You placed your keys and bag on one of the couches and sighed heavily, turning to him and glancing at the boxes. “Um, can you help me?” You asked. He nodded. “Yes, I’ll help.” He grabbed two big boxes and carried them into the main bedroom. You followed behind with one and together, you both began putting away most of your things, keeping a few things in the box to go out for trash. 

Taehyung noticed a few of your paintings and looked at you. “You painted these? These are amazing, we should hang them up.” He spoke so fast that you were trying to translate until you figured out what he was asking. “Yes, I painted. I’m a painter. Thank you.” Your Korean words were rusty but he chuckled at your struggling and carried the box of paintings into the living room and set them aside. He walked back into the room and sat on the bed, patting the seat next to you. This was going to be hard to communicate with him when you barely knew Korean. “Your Korean is good but I will make it better. Um, I will teach you and you teach me English. We can work together, okay?” His English was better than your Korean but you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try. I promise.” 

Over the next couple of hours it took to put everything into place, he taught you a few words that you had to write down as well as phrases as well. You told him about your art studio and gallery back in New York. He typed something into his phone after you told him you didn’t know you had to let go of the gallery and ship all of the paintings here but you knew you’d be getting an art studio in Seoul. You knew how to cook and he was excited for that. Coming from two different backgrounds, he was looking forward to trying new dishes that you cooked back home when you had some time to cook at all. He could see the sleepiness in your eyes and knew you were exhausted from the time zone change but also knew that you were fighting your sleep to get to know more about him aside from BTS.

The more Korean he taught you, the easier it was to talk to him. You learned fast and eventually you two held hands, it happened accidentally when you were trying to put one of the paintings on the wall and he was trying to steady your hand so you wouldn’t drop it since it was pretty large. You stood there after the painting was up, admiring it while he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. 

After cleaning up and him letting you take a shower first while he ordered take out, you changed into a silk pajama set and put your twists up in a bun at the top of your head and tied a scarf around the perimeter. You had to explain to him why your wrapped your hair up at night since you had natural hair and he understood, asking to touch your hair first before you gave him permission and he touched over the soft twists that laid on top of your head. 

Once the food got there, you ate in the living room on the floor, leaned against the couches. He told you that he’d take you horseback riding one day if you promised to let him see your studio once it was done being set up. You agreed to that, since riding a horse was something that you always wanted to do. You grabbed the takeout cartons and discarded them while he showered and sat on the couch to wait for him, still fighting your sleep now that it was 6pm. You blinked owlishly while waiting for him to get dressed in the room but your eyes wouldn’t stay open and eventually you fell asleep. 

He walked out, white shirt and boxers and noticed you sleeping. “Cute.” He whispered and softly caressed your cheek. Feeling his touch, you quickly opened your eyes and slowly looked up at him, grinning before slowly standing up and letting him drag you into the bedroom so you could lay down. Like him, you needed something to hug while sleeping so it was hard for you to go to sleep without something there and the pillow wasn’t helping. You grabbed your phone, letting your parents know about traveling and your safety since you messaged you a bunch of times. You sent them the pictures you took earlier of the apartment and they approved of it. 

You didn’t realize how long you were up until your clock on your phone read 9:45 and Taehyung came into the room with his phone in hand. “If I hug you while I’m asleep I apologize. It’s the only way I sleep.” You spoke to him. He smiled at how well your Korean was already and nodded. “Me too.” He replied in English before you both laid down. You stared at each other again, not saying a word, almost like you were studying each other’s features. Without speaking, you moved closer to him and he rested a hand lightly on your waist and pulled you closer until you were right under his chin and keeping your around him. 

Tucking your head under his chin, he buried his nose in your hair and sighed at the floral scent coming from your hair. He was hesitant at first but eventually he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. You two were married now after all, so small doses of affection were okay right? Feeling his lips on your forehead made you glance up at him while he looked down at him. His eyes widened, forgetting to ask if you were okay with that. You placed a hand on his cheek and giggled. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” You whispered. 

You didn’t realize how much you needed this until now, how much you missed being held and the small things that came with it. “Y/N…” He mumbled and you looked at him again, raising your eyebrows. You could feel his heart beating so you could tell he was nervous about whatever it was he wanted to ask you. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, moving his eyes to look at something else besides your eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you were kissed properly. None of your dates ever kissed you since you didn’t want it to go that far but with Taehyung, you didn’t even hesitate. Pulling his face down to yours slowly, you pressed your lips against his, instantly melting like butter in his arms when he kissed back and you could feel how soft his lips were. Your lips moved as if you two have been kissing each other for a long time, like you knew how the other one operated. 

His hand that was resting on your waist, tightened, pulling you closer until you let your leg rest on his hip. His tongue slowly licked at your lips for entrance and you parted them, your tongues dancing together inside each others mouths. You couldn’t help the little moan that came out of you, he chuckled against your lips when he heard it. Slowly pulling away, you pecked his lips every now and then before he pressed his forehead against yours. You didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating until it was practically pounding inside of your chest. Opening your eyes, he relaxed his hand on your waist. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead again, pulling you back into your position with your head under his chin before closing his eyes.

All you could think about was that kiss, his dominance and the way he tasted. It was all your dreamed about that night, hugging him in your sleep while he did the same thing. The blankets were a mess the next morning. He woke up before you and stared at your for a moment while you slept before quietly and gently moving out of your arms to go and brush his teeth and put on some coffee. He walked back into the room to see you still asleep and kissed your forehead multiple times. “Y/N, time to wake up.” He rubbed your back until you stirred and rubbed your eyes. Your cheeks and eyes puffy from sleeping so long since it was after 10 am. Sitting up, you stretched and looked around before looking at Tae. 

Standing up, your stretched again before walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth and walked back out, following him into the kitchen where a cup of coffee waiting for you. You put your own cream and sugar in it and took a sip, sighing at the warmth that went down your throat. Tae leaned against the counter, you two just sipping away and enjoying your coffee before he spoke up. “We should discuss schedules.” He picked up his phone from the counter as you did the same and nodded. “Schedules. Yes.” You scrolled around until you got to your calendar. You wondered how they fixed your schedules since they said they would send an email to you two in the morning. You were curious about the other wives as well and wondered if you all would eventually meet. It had been so long since you had friends, you almost forgot that you didn’t have any.

[dr-stone-things]

Can you do a transfer student hc for Senku, Yuzuriha, and Taiju, where s/o gets help on their Japanese and s/o helps them with their English???

Yes!!! This was actually really fun and cute to write!! Also, first Yuzu and Taiju request! Yes, please!!

Senku, Yuzuriha, Taiju And S/O Helping Each Other With a Foreign Language

Ok, so first of all, remember when Ukyo spoke to Senku in English and Senku was able to respond in English as well?

Well, s/o was the one who pretty much taught him the language. Even though he is a genius at science, let’s just say he wasn’t nearly as good with learning English. He just didn’t find it exhilarating, like science, but he had to learn it for school.

So when s/o walked in, speaking perfect English, everyone was like oh shit. Half the class couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but Senku could as he studied pretty hard.

“S/o, please introduce yourself to the class.”

“Ah.. well hi everyone! My name is s/o and… I like science!”

Senku raised his brow. Did he just hear science?

“I see. Everyone, s/o here is still learning Japanese, so please be polite to them. S/o, you can take any empty seat.” S/o continued to sit in the empty seat next to him and gave him a smile, while Senku nodded in response.

Later in the day, during lunch, a knock on the science club door drew his attention away from his English homework. Yes, he was doing his English homework during lunch. Why? Because he kept delaying it and decided to do some crazy experiment instead.

S/o pushed opened the door and smiled shyly. Opening their mouth, they fumbled over their words. “May I j-join the science c-club?” 

Damn, their Japanese was not good at all. He sighed, tired from his homework, and got up to get the join club sheet. 

S/o walked over and peered at the thing that he was doing. All the words made sense to them, after all, they knew English. 

Senku came back and handed them the sheet and proceeded to sit back down. He watched as s/o pulled out their phone and began to furiously type on their phone.

“Do you n-need help?” they asked, pulling the closest chair and sitting next to him.

Without giving him time to respond, they began to explain to the best of their ability by reading the words Google Translate gave them. That was when they really hit it off.

Every day, they would meet up and do their foreign language homework together, Senku teaching s/o Japanese, while s/o taught him English.

And boy, yall would be the bilingual power couple. Whenever Senku wants to annoy Taiju, he just speaks to s/o in English so he won’t understand anything.

Sometimes Senku can be speaking in Japanese but randomly switch into English and then back to Japanese and everyone’s like?? What’d he say??

Yall would nerd out about science and Japanese and American scientists. Little did he know, s/o’s lessons in English would be very helpful 3700 years later.

Yuzuriha! Is! Babey!

When s/o came in and sat next to her, she smiled and said hello. But then they started talking in English and she’s like?? What are they saying?? 

But when s/o pulled up Google Translate and fumbled with their Japanese she understood what was going on.

They ended up sitting next to each other during almost every class. They helped each pretty much every subject, not just foreign language.

Yuzuriha is a really good tutor!! She’s very calm and patient and will explain anything s/o doesn’t get.

When s/o tries to explain English to her, she’s like?? Why is it so complicated?? But if s/o is patient and encouraging she’ll definitely catch on.

Whenever s/o gets something right, hugs!! And words of encouragement! And hug her back too!!

Yuzuriha and s/o send each other secret messages in English. It’s very useful, especially during the stone world.

They both end up having to teach the Ishigami Village English too since they are the most patient tutors ever.

S/o keeps calling Yuzu cute names like “dear” and “sweetie” in English in public and Yuzuriha blushes really hard!! And Senku and Taiju who can’t understand English are like, what are they saying?

Yuzuriha is so so happy when s/o can fluently speak and write Japanese. All the hard work paid off and she is tackled to the floor by s/o with them saying “I love you” in both English and Japanese.

Taiju was miserably failing his English class. And when I saying failing, boy he was failing really hard.

His teacher had assigned him multiple tutors, but all of them gave up, saying he was too blockheaded for them.

That was until he met s/o.

“Taiju, this is s/o, a transfer student. They are fluent in English but are still having trouble with Japanese. When they heard how poorly you were doing, they begged me to let them tutor you, so please treat them kindly.”

S/o smiled gently at him, waving.

“S/O!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR TUTORING A MEATHEAD LIKE ME!!!!!! PLEASE TEACH ME ENGLISH!!!!!!!” he bowed his head as his bag flapped over him.

S/o, blown away from his very loud declaration, scratched the back of their head as they smiled and motioned for him to have a seat. In a soft voice, they began speaking to the best of their ability in Japanese.

Even though their Japanese was not the best, Taiju was impressed at how persistent they were and how much effort they put. That’s why, at the end of the lesson, he offered them help as well.

“S/O!!! I know I am not the smartest person or the best tutor!! But I would like to help you with your Japanese! You’re being so kind, helping someone like me, so I will try my best to help you as well!!!”

S/o blinked and burst into a fit of giggles. He looked up questionably.

“Sure, I’d love your help! You’re great company, Taiju-kun!”

And so on, both of them studied and helped each other after school with their languages.

A few weeks later, Taiju had an English test. Surprisingly, he understood it. It was rather.. easy? When he was one of the first to hand in his test, he felt proud that someone like him could understand something so complicated!

It wasn’t until the next day when Taiju received his test paper back that he really was happy. The teacher had called him up and sent an approving look to him as he was handed his paper. Taiju looked down and boom, at the top was a huge 94% on it.

Taiju’s mouth started moving but he couldn’t form any words as he just stared.

“S/O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He slammed open the classroom door and sped down the hallway at the speed of lighting to the science clubroom. He burst into the room as he stopped right in front of s/o.

“S/O!! I-I GOT A 94% !!!!!! ON MY TEST!! THANKS TO YOU!!!!!!”

Senku stared at the grade, mortified. How the hell did he get such a good grade??

“It was all you Taiju-kun, I didn’t really do that much! I’m very proud of you!” s/o said, putting their hand on his shoulder.

Taiju blushed. 

From that point on, he was really insistent on teaching s/o Japanese as repayment. When s/o gets the answer right, he’s really encouraging and lots of praise!! He’ll lift them up into the air and spin them around!!

[simmy-ships]

✎ Simmy’s Writing Desk ✎ 

It's been a long time since I posted something, and while I've been writing in my own time I just haven't posted my fics here. So let's change that! Let's start off with a favorite of mine with the ikevamp boys!

Warnings: None!

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Sighing to himself for the millionth time in the last hour, Comte once again walked the familiar halls of the Louvre wistfully watching people stare at the various art forms⁠—that some of his residents have made, he thought to himself—in awe. Despite seeing so many faces come and go throughout his very long life, the pure raw expression of joy always made him smile.

Coming to a halt in front of a random stone bust in the mainroom, he glanced over to see a group of people laughing together and excitedly whispering to each other, speaking in what sounds like both English and French. Hearing them switch languages fluently made the blonde painfully reminiscence, closing his eyes as if to block the sight of something. Purposefully trying to push it away.

It's been 7 months since she left.

It's funny. Usually time moves too fast for his liking and yet here he was, still strung up on the woman that left his manor many weeks prior. He can still vividly remember her last night in the mansion and gentle farewell like it was yesterday, as much as he tried to come to terms with it.

- - -

They all were sitting in the dining room, eating one last full dinner together a little earlier than usual. The air was tense as everyone was acutely aware of what time it was, taking wary glances at Akilah as she quietly ate her meal. She was relieved of her duties and wore her modern time clothes, just like how she first arrived.

People like Vincent or Issac couldn't bother picking up their utensils, instead just wringing their hands together nervously or staring down at their laps. Even Theo and Arthur bit their tongues for the day, not wanting to disrupt her while she packed.

They all were waiting for her final goodbye. For her to just up and disappear right from the table.

She finished first, with Comte a close second, and cleared her throat softly. All of the men stiffened as she stood up, pushed in her chair and walked to the barren part of the room. All eyes were on her and she took a steadying deep breath.

"I'm sure you're all aware of what day it is, so I'll make this brief," She said with a warm smile before bowing, hair gracefully falling along with her. "Thank you, all of you...for everything. Getting the chance to meet and befriend you is something I never knew I needed. This past month has been such an amazing experience that I wouldn't trade it for the world...and would happily do again. Without hesitation. I truly appreciate what you've done for me."

The painter was the first to crack, quickly running up to her and crushing her in a hug, wailing that he's glad he met her too and that he'll miss her deeply. The woman wrapped her arms around him, petting his hair with a small heartfelt laugh.

Then one by one, each man approached her and said their piece, some more tight lipped than others, but she understood what they meant all the same. Even Jean was apprehensive when pulling away from her hug.

By the end, the only person left was Comte, who was silently watching from the back with a forlorn look on his face. Everyone must have figured he wanted to say his goodbye in private, as no one questioned him when he offered his hand to her with a sad grin. 

"Ready to go?" He murmured, trying to memorize the shape and warmth of her hand in his own. "I hope you don't mind me walking you to the door."

She shook her head, eyes glittering with unshed tears she tried to blink away. "Not at all."

With a final smile back at the residents, the two of them quietly left, walking together down the empty halls towards the double doors that started it all. The closer they got, the more lonely the place seemed to become. As if she was taking the light and warmth with her.

There sat her bag full of her clothes and other apparel and novelties she gained during her stay here, having to leave most of it behind since she simply couldn't take it all at once. The nobleman held both of her hands with the utmost care, looking down at the woman that not only ensnared his heart, but the other men as well.

"Akilah I…" The blonde never stumbled on his words, having been alive for so many centuries to master it and keep up an air of professionalism at all times, but with this, he was at a loss for words. "Please believe me when I say that you've changed us for the better. Having you here, laughing with you, getting to know you...it's been the most pleasant thing I've ever had the joy of experiencing."

The look of adoration and awe on her face nearly made him want to kiss the living daylights out of her but refrained himself, deciding to use his words instead. He hasn't felt this strongly about something like this in a long time.

"You...you are something very special, ma chérie. No one could befriend those men as easily as you. I'm honestly a little jealous that the people in your time will have you longer than us." Hearing her laugh at that last comment made his old heart warm.

"Thank you Comte, for housing me, protecting me, and helping me traverse the 19th century with ease. If I ever have the chance to come back here, I'd like to try and see all of you again." With that said, Akilah wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, making him freeze before holding her with just as much tenacity. "I'll miss you."

Breathing in her scent, her familiar perfume deeply one last time with a final squeeze, he pulled away woefully. "We'll miss you too." A clock in a different room chimed the late hour, a dreadful reminder of her last moments here.

It made his heart clench watching her open the door and grab her bag off the floor, stepping a few feet into the dark hallway filled with unused art pieces before turning back to him with a bright smile.

"Goodbye, Comte."

"Farewell, Akilah."

Watching her silhouette fade into the darkness, he slowly shut the door and heard the quiet sound of time whisking her away.

- - -

Taking in a shuddered breath, the nobleman opened his eyes and looked around. The group has moved on to a different exhibit, people around him didn't seem bothered by how long he stood there for. Probably assumed he was deep in thought by the sculpture in front of him, when in reality, all he could see was her.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in self loathing, he didn't notice or care for the sudden influx of people coming into the museum and all of the mingling scents wafting in. He's grown used to these typical aromas and subconsciously blocked them out. 

But one caught him off guard. It stood out among the rest and had his heart hammering in his chest instantaneously.

Whipping around, he scanned the crowd. Looking for tan skin, violet eyes, brunette hair, her infectious smile. Was his mind playing tricks on him or is she seriously here? Did she come back…?

After a few more fruitless moments of eagerly searching the masses, he sighed in defeat before deciding to head back home. He already finished all of his errands here for the month, and tonight is when the door opens again. Maneuvering through the dense groups of people, he was accidentally bumped into and the poor kid apologized profusely for the action.

Putting on his best smile, the blonde waved the kid off and continued on his way, but not before he felt someone tap his shoulder. Exasperated, he was about to make a highly out of character comment until the person spoke up.

"Excuse me, monsieur?" The voice said and he felt as if time stopped for the first time in his long life.

Not wanting to believe it was true just yet, Comte quietly looked back and was met with Akilah's breathtaking smile. She wore a simple dress and was dragging a suitcase with her. How she managed to get it through security crossed his mind briefly before his eyes landed on the item in her palm. Emotions welled up inside him.

"I believe you dropped your tie clip, the kid knocked it off when you bumped into each other. May I put it back on for you?" She offered, eyes softening when seeing his normally aloof mask crumble a bit.

He nodded, remembering back to how they first met, with the same scenario. But this time instead of her earring, it's his custom tie clip. Oh, time was a funny little thing.

"Yes," Comte shakily said, pulling her into a much needed hug and breathing in her comforting scent again. His heart swelled when she nuzzled into his chest with a giggle, allowing himself to indulge just this once. "I'll always say yes to you, ma chérie."

[honeybleds-blog]

(  𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧  𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢  .  𝐜𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞  .  𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦  .  )    /    CLIFFORD  “  CLIFF  ”  RUSSELL  has  been  with  the  group  for  two  years  and  is  currently  doing  their  part  in  the  community  as  a  member  of  the  leader  council  .  while  here  ,  the  forty  four  year  old  has  created  the  reputation  of  being  cynical  &  adamant  ,  but  can  also  be  known  as  adaptable  &  benevolent  .  in  a  sticky  situation  ,  they  will  resort  to  flight  mode  and  their  current  weapon  is  a  silenced  pistol  .

                            pinterest  .    &    connections  .    &    playlist  .

hello  !  i’m  cait  ,  one  of  your  friendly  neighborhood  admins  !  this  group  ?  god  ...  you  have  no  idea  how  long  this  baby  has  been  existing  in  limbo  .  and  i  could  not  be  ...  more  grateful  to  have  so  many  of  you  with  us  .  *casper  vc*  can  i  keep  you  ?  before  i  burst  into  tears  like  the  baby  i  am  ,  let’s  play  get  to  know  cliff  !  

BASIC INFORMATION  .

FULL  NAME  :  clifford  earl  russell  .

MEANING  :  lives  near  the  ford  by  the  cliff  .  (  ????  )

NICKNAME(S)  :  cliff,  russell,  etc  .

BIRTH DATE  :  january  10th  .

AGE  :  forty  four  .

ZODIAC  :  capricorn  .

GENDER  :  cis  male  .

PRONOUNS  :  he  /  him  .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION  :  heteroromantic  .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION  :  heterosexual  .

NATIONALITY  :  american  .

ETHNICITY  :  caucasian  .

ACCENT  :  slight  southern  drawl  ,  usually  does  a  good  job  at  hiding  it  .

CURRENT LOCATION  :  woodbridge  safe  zone  .

OCCUPATION  :  member  of  the  leader  council  .

OCCUPATION  BEFORE  OUTBREAK  :  english  college  professor  &  failed  author  .

LIVING CONDITIONS  :  lives  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  with  his  daughter  .

FACE  CLAIM  :  john  krasinski  .

BACKGROUND  .

BIRTH PLACE  :  monroe  ,  louisiana  .  

HOMETOWN  :  athens  ,  ohio  .

SOCIAL CLASS  :  middle  .

EDUCATION LEVEL  :  college  graduate  .

FATHER  :  earl  russell  ,  deceased  .

MOTHER  :  marielle  russell  ,  deceased  .

SIBLING(S)  :  lawrence  russell  ,  deceased  .  faye  russell  ,  missing  .

BIRTH ORDER  :  clifford  ,  lawrence  ,  faye  .

CHILDREN  :  evangeline  ‘  evie  ’  russell  .

PET(S)  :  none  anymore  .  had  a  dog  ,  toby  ,  while  his  daughter  was  growing  up  .

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS  :  dawn  russell  ,  wife  &  mother  of  evie  ,  deceased  .

ARRESTS?  :  none  .

PRISON TIME?  :  none  .

SKILLS & ABILITIES  .

PHYSICAL STRENGTH  :  moderate  .

OFFENSE  :  moderate  .

DEFENSE  :  strong  .

SPEED  :  moderate  .

INTELLIGENCE  :  moderate  .

ACCURACY  :  strong  .

AGILITY  :  weak  .

STAMINA  :  moderate  .

TEAMWORK  :  weak  .

TALENTS  :  hand  eye  coordination  ,  fluent  in  asl  ,  public  speaking  .

SHORTCOMINGS  :  crowds  ,  inability  to  deal  with  failure  ,  making  friends  .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN  :  english  (  fluent  )  ,  american  sign  language  (  fluent  )  ,  can  translate  spanish  .

DRIVE?  :  yes  .

JUMP-STAR A CAR?  :  no  .

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?  :  yes  .

RIDE A BICYCLE?  :  yes  .

SWIM?  :  yes  .

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?  :  yes  ,  trumpet  .

PLAY CHESS?  :  yes  .

BRAID HAIR?  :  no  .

TIE A TIE?  :  yes  .

PICK A LOCK?  :  no  .

TIMELINE . 

was  born  in  monroe  ,  louisiana  to  earl  and  marielle  russell  .  had  a  younger  brother  ,  lawrence  ,  and  a  younger  sister  ,  faye  .  they  had  a  decently  normal  life  --  cliff  would  go  fishing  and  hunting  with  his  father  on  the  weekends  ,  against  his  own  desires  ,  while  doing  well  in  school  during  the  week  .  he  was  always  a  fan  of  stories  ...  telling  them  ,  writing  them  ,  making  them  up  .  even  listening  to  new  stories  from  people  he  didn’t  know  .  always  a  curious  boy  ,  he  had  dreams  of  learning  the  world’s  best  stories  .  in  his  mind  ,  that  was  through  books  .

he  had  a  decent  amount  of  friends  ,  but  was  always  more  of  a  loner  .  used  to  have  an  intense  fear  of  crowds  .  while  he  still  doesn’t  like  them  in  present  time  ,  it’s  not  so  much  of  a  fear  anymore  .  his  time  would  rather  be  spent  alone  and  with  a  pile  of  books  than  anything  else  .

received  a  marching  band  scholarship  from  ohio  university  ,  where  he  decided  to  go  to  college  .  yes  ,  cliff  was  in  marching  band  .  he  hated  it  ,  but  once  he  started  freshman  year  of  high  school  he  never  stopped  .  he  majored  in  english  and  actually  ended  up  teaching  at  the  school  after  a  failed  career  .

met  the  love  of  his  life  in  college  .  her  name  was  dawn  and  she  worked  at  the  on  campus  coffee  shop  ,  a  place  cliff  spent  most  of  his  time  .  she  memorized  his  order  and  he  memorized  those  beautiful  brown  eyes  of  hers  .  he  also  began  to  learn  american  sign  language  ,  as  dawn  was  deaf  .  for  a  while  ,  they  communicated  through  index  cards  ,  even  with  cliff  learned  she  could  read  lips  quite  fluently  .  eventually  ,  cliff  surprised  her  with  what  he’d  learned  and  they  had  a  full  conversation  with  signing  .  funnily  enough  ,  dawn  was  the  one  to  ask  out  cliff  first  .  he  said  yes  ,  obviously  .  two  years  later  ,  they  married  .  the  year  after  that  came  their  first  and  only  child  .

cliff  had  hesitations  about  becoming  a  father  .  he  didn’t  know  if  he  was  fit  for  the  role  .  the  minute  he  held  his  daughter  in  his  arms  ,  though  ...  she  became  the  center  of  his  world  .  it  hasn’t  changed  since  .

his  first  year  out  of  college  was  a  whirlwind  .  dawn  had  encouraged  him  to  publish  a  book  he’d  been  working  on  for  years  .  though  he  originally  had  trouble  finding  a  publisher  ,  once  it  hit  the  shelves  ,  the  book  practically  flew  off  of  them  .  it  was  a  best  seller  in  no  time  .  once  time  passed  and  it  left  the  best  seller’s  list  ,  nothing  cliff  wrote  was  ever  close  to  the  success  of  his  first  novel  .  it  was  a  sci  fi  book  and  the  rest  of  his  were  other  genres  .  even  the  sequel  did  poorly  .  almost  going  bankrupt  and  losing  hope  ,  cliff  took  a  teaching  position  at  his  old  college  .

though  he  thought  he’d  be  miserable  ,  he  honestly  loved  his  job  .  the  hours  weren’t  incredibly  demanding  and  the  pay  was  decent  .  besides  ,  his  students  understood  his  own  interests  and  he  was  able  to  help  many  of  them  with  their  future  careers  .  he  felt  as  if  he  had  a  purpose  again  .  it  was  ten  years  of  bliss  ...  and  then  the  apocalypse  hit  .

okay  ,  so  it  wasn’t  total  bliss  .  cliff  was  burnt  out  at  his  job  and  his  marriage  was  another  thing  that  began  to  fail  .  he  loved  his  wife  but  things  weren’t  as  they  once  were  .  they  had  both  changed  .  in  fact  ,  the  divorce  papers  had  been  signed  when  the  news  of  a  virus  outbreak  happened  .  cliff  didn’t  think  much  of  it  ,  until  pictures  of  the  deceased  began  to  surface  .  he  was  skeptic  ,  but  still  didn’t  believe  it  could  be  an  actual  zombie  apocalypse  .  only  when  one  of  their  neighbors  was  bitten  did  they  learn  the  true  extent  of  the  situation  .  not  knowing  what  to  do  or  where  to  go  ,  cliff  and  his  family  stayed  exactly  where  they  were  .  that  is  ,  until  they  completely  ran  out  of  supplies  .  a  few  months  later  ,  they  packed  their  bags  and  left  .

they  went  south  and  found  themselves  in  kentucky  for  nearly  an  entire  year  .  dawn’s  parents  had  still  been  alive  and  so  they’d  set  off  to  find  them  .  while  they  never  found  them  ,  they  did  find  a  community  .  a  safe  zone  with  a  dozen  families  just  like  them  ,  surviving  the  only  way  they  knew  how  .  it  was  an  abandoned  school  stocked  with  supplies  for  months  .  they  stayed  as  long  as  the  group  lasted  ,  until  zombies  invaded  .  cliff  ,  dawn  and  evie  escaped  without  a  scratch  .  that  was  ,  until  the  next  day  when  they’d  taken  shelter  in  a  nearby  home  that  dawn  revealed  that  hadn’t  been  the  case  .

she’d  been  bitten  on  her  shoulder  with  no  way  to  amputate  the  infection  ...  even  though  after  twenty  four  hours  there  wouldn’t  have  been  hope  regardless  .  without  informing  their  daughter  ,  they  spent  her  last  night  together  ,  playing  board  games  and  talking  about  the  past  .  it  was  only  when  they  realized  their  time  was  up  that  they  told  evie  what  had  to  happen  .  cliff  refused  to  have  her  in  the  room  but  did  let  her  have  her  own  personal  goodbye  .  it  took  him  hours  to  finally  get  the  courage  to  bid  his  wife  goodbye  .  

cliff  wouldn’t  speak  for  weeks  .  when  communicating  with  his  daughter  or  anyone  else  ,  he  would  sign  .  part  of  him  didn’t  intend  on  ever  speaking  again  .  in  fact  ,  when  they’d  eventually  found  themselves  in  virginia  ,  knocking  on  the  gates  of  an  unfamiliar  community  ,  he  wouldn’t  talk  .  evie  was  the  one  who  had  to  explain  and  convince  the  group  they  wanted  to  join  .  when  he  finally  spoke  ,  people  were  stunned  .  many  thought  he  couldn’t  and  others  thought  he  never  would  .  he’d  forgotten  his  own  voice  . 

in  the  beginning  ,  he  was  a  gardener  ,  content  on  harvesting  and  tending  to  crops  in  his  own  isolation  .  about  a  month  later  ,  one  of  the  leaders  was  bitten  after  going  on  an  important  supply  run  .  he  chose  cliff  as  the  one  to  take  his  position  ,  not  taking  no  for  an  answer  .  cliff  didn’t  want  the  job  but  grew  into  what  was  chosen  for  him  .  since  then  ,  he  rarely  signs  .  he’s  more  outspoken  and  willing  to  communicate  .  cliff  has  taken  his  responsibilities  and  made  them  his  own  .  he’s  found  a  purpose  again  .  maybe  that’s  all  he  really  wanted  .

PERSONALITY  .

usually  level  headed  and  rational  ,  though  can  lose  his  temper  under  pressure  depending  on  the  situation  .  will  choose  to  go  around  the  mountain  rather  than  climb  it  .  there’s  always  another  route  ,  another  way  to  survive  .  you  run  from  the  horde  ,  never  through  it  .  no  human  is  ever  left  behind  if  he  can  help  it  .  he  will  do  what  he  can  to  save  others  ,  but  doesn’t  have  a  death  wish  .  cliff  always  needs  to  return  to  his  daughter  .

he’s  working  on  his  people  skills  ...  the  ones  he  doesn’t  really  have  .  cliff  is  quiet  and  keeps  to  himself  ,  aside  from  his  duties  as  a  leader  .  he’s  doing  his  best  on  reaching  out  and  speaking  to  people  .  cliff  loves  being  at  the  rooftop  garden  ,  the  place  a  calming  memory  .  he  is  the  overhead  of  the  gardeners  ,  taking  count  of  what  needs  to  be  harvested  ,  when  it  needs  to  be  harvested  and  making  sure  the  garden  is  running  smoothly  .

doesn’t  like  making  decisions  without  consulting  other  leaders  ,  despite  how  small  they  may  be  .  as  awful  as  he  is  at  teamwork  ,  he’s  putting  the  effort  in  .  he  can’t  afford  to  make  a  misstep  and  be  forced  out  of  woodbridge  .  he’s  trying  to  remember  what  it’s  like  to  live  ,  not  just  survive  ,  but  he  can’t  do  that  if  he’s  worried  about  leaving  the  safe  zone  .

DO  NOT  .  MENTION  .  HIS  DEAD  WIFE  .  it  probably  spread  like  wildfire  once  he  and  evie  arrived  in  woodbridge  ,  so  now  it’s  a  known  thing  .  has  probably  knocked  someone  on  their  ass  for  having  asked  .

CONNECTIONS  .

close  bonds  .  these  would  probably  be  fellow  leaders  /  gardeners  that  cliff  has  talked  to  most  within  his  time  in  the  community  .  even  when  he  used  to  rarely  talk  ,  they  got  along  well  .  maybe  they  even  preferred  when  cliff  wouldn’t  talk  .

friendly  companions  .  not  that  close  ,  but  nice  enough  to  each  other  .  will  wave  if  they  pass  each  other  in  the  community  .  maybe  cliff  has  said  like  two  words  to  them  or  ten  .  maybe  he’s  even  asked  how  their  day  is  once  or  twice  .

enemies  .  people  who  disagree  with  cliff  being  a  leader  or  just  don’t  like  him  for  either  reasons  or  none  at  all  .  maybe  they  don’t  think  he’s  aggressive  enough  or  has  the  right  skills  .  maybe  they  just  didn’t  get  off  on  the  right  foot  and  it’s  always  been  sour  .  maybe  your  muse  is  a  loose  cannon  ,  something  cliff  hates  .

before  the  community  .  has  your  character  ever  been  to  louisiana  or  ohio  ?  maybe  they  know  cliff  from  back  when  he  wasn’t  such  a  grump  !  bonus  points  if  they  knew  each  other  during  his  college  years  and  they  asked  where  dawn  was  when  they  met  up  again  .

one  night  stand  .  cliff  is  ...  incredibly  emotionally  stunted  after  everything  he’s  been  through  .  it’s  been  so  long  since  he’s  been  with  someone  ,  the  last  person  having  been  his  dead  wife  ,  so  this  would  probably  be  something  impulsive  while  he  was  maybe  tipsy  .  he  enjoyed  feeling  something  again  ,  but  doesn’t  have  any  desire  to  let  it  go  any  further  .  

apartment  neighbors  .  cliff  and  evie  live  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  .  they’re  usually  quiet  and  cliff  only  ever  goes  home  to  sleep  (  or  hide  from  people  )  so  they  wouldn’t  be  a  bother  .  maybe  it’s  just  something  normal  they  bond  over  and  tease  each  other  about  the  weather  or  the  morning  paper  .  something  light  .  cliff  needs  that  .

people  he  wants  to  shoot  .  stay  away  from  his  daughter  .  she’s  too  pure  for  this  world  and  he’s  already  done  enough  damage  .  he’ll  fuck  you  up  if  you  contribute  to  that  .  

this  is  long  .  my  deepest  apologies  .  please  like  this  if  you’d  like  to  plot  !  i’ll  probably  message  you  on  discord  but  if  you’d  prefer  to  plot  on  tumblr  just  let  me  know  !  

[gypsophiaa]

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meet Stella, my Blood Donation / IkeVamp Persona! more detailed description under the cut!

she's not that different from my Cradlesona, but i did change some stuff that are half true irl to make her fit well in the ikevamp universe. i mean i wish i can speak and understand several languages so i downloaded duolingo skskskksks

go make your own Blood Donation! Here's my lil reference you can use, I added some more details to fit in the story :) also, a big thanks to @trulipan for the inspiration of using the character screen!

*disclaimer: the character screen belongs to Cybird, the character info and sprite are fan made :)

Basic Info:

Nicknames: Stella, Sol (Leonardo), Peaches (Arthur and Comte)

Birthday: October 21

Age: 25

Height: 156 cm

Nationality: Filipina

Blood Type: A

Physical:

Eyes: bluish purple

Hair: gray platinum with bluish tips, short and wavy

Accessories: golden hoop earrings, sunflower pin (a souvenir she bought before arriving to the musee)

Features: beauty mark above her left lip, a fainter mark on her right cheek

Illnesses: sleep deprived (?)

Social:

Species: Human

Previous Occupation: Graphic Designer

Occupation: Right-Hand Woman (Assistant)

Relationships:

Arthur Conan Doyle, bickering writing buddy. They often get mistaken as siblings and it peeves them both. Stella dislikes his flirty and teasing personality a lot but she’s more than willing to lend a hand if he starts to run out of ideas (which is NOT her body). He loves to tease her and get her on her toes, which resulted to Sebastian lecturing him quite often. Ironically, they’re close friends

The Count of St. Germain, father-figure. They met when she accidentally dropped her sketch notebook. He complimented how she smelled like peaches and started calling her like that (which Arthur caught wind of and started teasing her for it). He spoils Stella rotten with chocolates, satiating her sweet tooth as much as possible to keep the smile on her face.

Leonardo da Vinci, language mentor. He was impressed when she understood what he was saying in Italian. Then tested her with Latin, German and Spanish. Stella was ecstatic to learn more languages causing his sly advances go over her head (much to everyone else’s relief). She organizes his room as best as she can as thanks.

Theodorus Van Gogh, mortal enemy but not really. He would always refer to her as “Arthur’s little sister” and it would often lead them to constantly bicker. However, both of them share the addicting love for pancakes and will eat it at any time of the day, this was one of the few times where they get along very well. Other times usually involve making Vincent happy and safe. Secretly, however, they look out for each other like actual siblings.

Sebastian, meme buddy. They converse in memes, confusing everyone else, when not too busy in work. She would often ask him historical facts about the others and appreciates him going the extra stretch (she likes listening to his history fanboying). He would also save her from Arthur’s teasing and Theo’s yelling, but sometimes he just stands at the corner and listen to them go mad because he finds it amusing.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, radio (I don’t know how to call it HAHAHAHA). Stella would intentionally pass by near his room just to listen to him play the piano, reminiscing the time where she had a violin. It had always been her dream to hear a live, professional recital of one of his pieces, so hearing him composing new ones just beyond a door made her very happy. Mozart knows she’s listening.

William Shakespeare, neutral but very afraid. Stella avoids him as much as possible, his words are very confusing and deep but she tries her best to understand and remain kind.

Napoleon Bonaparte, older brother figure. He knows her unusually strong peachy scent would attract others and he dedicated himself to protect her. She's probably the most casual one to wake him up — Stella earned the free slap card when he tries to kiss her as thanks for endearing his habit.

Jean D'arc, stranger. She hopes to get to know him better. She would always see him with empty eyes and worries for him. She would often secretly pray for his happiness. Jean knows this.

Osamu Dazai, laugh pill. Though she often gets startled when he enters through windows out of nowhere, its followed by laughter she couldn't control. He likes seeing her laugh and it encourages him to never use the door (much to everyone else's dismay).

Isaac Newton, neutral. They don't speak much. Stella would smile his way whenever she sees him but often receives averting eyes in response and a mutter of hello. She would sometimes lightly hop in Arthur's teases about apples.

Vincent Van Gogh, lover. Stella admires his works since forever and to see him alive and well in person brought tears to her eyes when she realized that everything happening around her was real. Their relationship grew gradually, taking soft steps together until they realized they were in love. She would always sit near him when he's painting at the garden and play with his pet raccoon. She melts when he smiles.

Personality: Artistic and bubbly, she finds beauty in everything. Very expressive, but she keeps a facade when she's sad and it is quite difficult to pin out. She's more than willing to help anyone with whatever she can do. She is easily pleased with the simplest things and gets overwhelmed with gifts. She's usually quiet but if you spark a conversation with her it can go on for a long while, she likes to listen to stories and experiences. She loves to learn different languages and cultures. Can be smart then a dumbass the next moment. Underneath the innocent face is a sultry attitude that she's mastered to control and portray to catch people off guard — though she gets flustered easily when complimented.

Before the Visit to the Louvre: A fresh graduate from BA Multimedia Arts, she earned enough money from commissions to travel to famous museums and relax before starting her work on an international news media site.

Likes:

Chocolates

Adobong Baboy (A Filipino dish)

Pancakes

All the pets!!

Flowers!!

Dressing up!!!

Warm colors

Modern day jokes

Performing

Fruits

Dislikes:

Arthur

Skirt chasers

Being belittled

"Arthur's little sister"

Not knowing what is happening

Being stagnant (not doing anything)

Washing the dishes

Skills and Special Abilities:

Can understand several languages because of her constant travelling, speaks Spanish and Filipino very fluently.

Paints

Writes short stories

Can act like a completely different person if needed

Can go for three days without sleep or sleep for three days, no in between.

Inhales food like Kirby, her stomach has a void somewhere and she gets full very rarely.

Plays the violin (when she was a kid, very rusty today)

Paired with:  Vincent Van Gogh

Life in the Mansion: On a daily basis, she helps Sebastian in his duties. Sometimes, she can be found talking business and assessing deals with Theo. She can also be seen in her room rereading Arthur's first manuscripts and editing them. When taking a break, she's sitting by the garden and having tea with le Comte, or watching Vincent paint. She would drop by the library an hour before bed to have a quick foreign language lesson with Leonardo.

Other Info:

She sings when painting very softly, especially when its raining where the pitter patter can drown out her voice.

Cries a lot in her sleep, mostly because of overthinking. She's gotten used to a life where she would be happy for one moment and devastated the next.

She bites. Metaphorically and literally. Arthur got hurt because of it one time.

Bribed easily with sweets — to an extent. She's not that stupid.

Always screams when surprised from behind while quickly whipping around to slap whoever jumped on her. She got a terrible childhood history with those kinds of surprises.

Slaps people by accident when she gets all panicky and will constantly apologize for such a rude habit.

Secretly very horny and has earned a PhD in self control. (Really makes you think that she's actually Arthur's long lost sibling)

She can't smell her peach scent which drives her nuts. A lot of people had told her that since coming in to the mansion. She's never even had peaches before.

The scent grows stronger after sex and bathing, which she found odd because none of the products she uses has peaches as an ingredient. She even uses a different perfume every time but the peach scent still somehow overpowers it.

Vampires are the only ones who can smell the scent, human don't.

Never touch her notebook. Ever. She's insecure about whatever notes and doodles she has. She's hidden it deep in her closet that even she herself forgets.

When questioned why she "doesn't look like a Filipina," she answers with deadpan eyes and a bored look. "We were colonized by the Spaniards for 3 centuries. My grandfather is Spanish." She's tired of being asked often.

Has acted for school plays all her life.

Laughs at everything.

Cries when mad, it adds annoyance to herself.

[to-yngewai]

Japanese 1

Since I also speak/read Japanese semi-fluently (it’s been a while...) I thought I’d also write some posts teaching what I know to new learners. Hopefully I’m not just repeating things people have already heard a million times.

So, you’ve decided to learn Japanese. First question is, why? No, really. If it’s for anime and video games, hell, go for it. There’s a lot of subtleties you’ll catch once you have a working knowledge of Japanese. It’s just going to take a long time to get there. Don’t try to short-cut it. But once you know it, you can instantly recognize “Oh, this character is supposed to be a serious character.” “This one’s supposed to be a know it all.” “This one is so lax at everything he’s never serious.” “This one sure is mixing in a lot of kansai-ben to the point real people don’t talk like that.” Etc. If knowing those things interests you, go for it. If translating every little thing in an anime as you hear it without subtitles is your goal... that’s gonna be really really hard. Aim for realistic.

If your goal is to add a lucrative skill for a job, I applaud your dedication and wonder if you really exist because I’ve never met a person who honestly only studied Japanese for job benefits.

Here’s the best way to learn Japanese:

1. Study it in a university setting for a few years. Get a grasp of the hiragana, katakana, basic kanji, and the simple textbooks. If you can read and translate a shojo manga (easily the easiest to read) then you’ve reached this mark.

2. Go to Japan somehow. If you are young enough to be an exchange student, great. If you are older, maybe consider JET program which only needs a bachelor’s degree or something else. At any rate, don’t worry about getting into a very “prestigious” school. In fact, it’s better that you don’t. The really prestigious schools are going to have lots of exchange students, and it’s going to hamper your ability to learn if you interact with them and not the Japanese students and teachers. I was lucky enough I was in a program that was very comparatively “cheap”. (I had to pay my normal tuition, and my host family, that was it.)

3. Stay there for at least six months, avoiding all things related to English that makes life “easier” in Japan as an English speaking person. (Internet and other hobbies to keep yourself from going insane is fine.) Living there a year is best.

The first month in Japan is going to be traumatizing. You are going to have culture shock and it’s not going to go away for that entire month. Try to survive.

After that month, you’re going to find things are getting easier. You can even pick up the normal kanji really easily because you’re going to see them absolutely everywhere.

Six months in, this is where things start becoming fluent. You’ll catch on to the understood sentence structures. You’ll probably have at least one or two Japanese friends who are no longer stuck in the “wow, a foreigner, what a novelty” experience, and if you’re still being a good boy/girl/etc. and studying kanji and the more esoteric grammar forms, you are getting pretty good. Not enough you’ll pass the JLPT 1 without trying, but at least level 5.

Note that none of this applies if your ethnicity is Japanese or you were raised with Japanese or otherwise have experience. That’s an entirely different situation. For example, if your ethnicity is Japanese (or even half), but you don’t speak Japanese at all because your immediate family is all American, you are going to have a completely different situation. Japan is a nearly entirely ethnically homogeneous society and they’re going to be shocked when you try to explain you don’t speak the language for whatever reason. ...Anyway, I don’t want to go too much into that part of culture. Just be aware racism exists and that is going to affect your learning experience if/when you travel to Japan, if that’s what you want to do.

But, let’s say that seems like a distant goal and might not even be possible. What part of learning Japanese should you start learning to begin your journey?

...Well, you know what I’m going to say.

The writing system.

Any Japanese class that doesn’t focus immediately on the writing system of hiragana is not good. There’s no getting around it.

Of course, learn some simple phrases at the same time, and try writing them, but never write japanese phrases in English and think that’s “good enough.” It isn’t.

Easier said than done.

It’s going to be hard.

It’s going to suck to try to train your brain to make sense of what sounds they make, what order they come in, and especially how you are supposed to write them yourself, and in what stroke order.

(Believe me, you need to know that.)

And more-so, duolingo doesn’t really help on the “writing” part. You have to do that on your own. This is where university classes come in handy. They force you to with quizzes and tests and formal textbooks.

But not just the hiragana, also memorize the order of the sounds. “a” then “ka” then “sa,” etc. These will also teach you what sounds you can make with Japanese.

This is the *easy* part of learning Japanese! The sound of how the writing is written is *always* the same. (Okay, yes, there’s tone inflections of course, but it’s not like in English where ‘e’ can be “envelope” or “extra” or “eerie” or “eager” or “every”, etc.)

KA is always KA. KU is always KU.

HIRAGANA is always HIRAGANA.

And... you have to learn it.

Oh, here’s another tip:

Learn “hajimemashite” as “How do you do?” and learn “Douzo yoroshiku” as “Nice to meet you.” Some courses count them both as “nice to meet you” and that gets confusing because you might think it’s appropriate to only say one.

Okay. So tip one of learning Japanese in the immediate sense:

1. Learn hiragana. Leave katakana and kanji for later. Know they exist, and are waiting to swallow you like a whale, but focus on hiragana.

2. Learn some simple phrases (introductions, etc.) and write them with that hiragana. Don’t worry about what exact vocab or grammar, we’ll get to that.

3. You now have a working knowledge of how to understand and write hiragana!

And the tips of the final end goal of learning Japanese fluently:

1. Study for years.

2. Go to Japan.

3. Suffer until the exposure and culture shock forces you to put what you studied together in your head.

You can also add “killing your accent” to the part of learning Japanese fluently, because it will really help you ‘sound’ fluent even if you stumble over vocab or grammar occasionally.

Another tip:

Don’t be afraid to stop. From my experience, the vast majority of Japanese students who weren’t already working from a partial understanding of Japanese from their parents and childhoods stop by Japanese 102. It’s okay. It’s hard for a reason.

Oh, and one final note: I’ve been writing as an American with only English as a first language. If you are German or French, or any other nationality and English is your second language, learning Japanese might even be harder for you. The textbooks I’ve seen for foreigners seem to be designed for English speakers, so you might have to go through two layers to get there.

Again, none of this is written to be discouraging. It’s written to try to be a little more ‘honest’ because no textbook is going to tell you this, but it’s been my experience and maybe I’m wrong.

But the best and maybe only method is going to be total immersion. And you have to get to a point that’s not going to make you insane.

[kpopnlockit]

Royal Counsel (Part 3)

A short chapter just to get the story moving while I battle laziness when it comes to writing. -Admin O

Part 1:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/173430857997/royal-counsel-part-1

Part 2:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/173907471692/royal-counsel-part-2

Part 4:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/177602418857/royal-counsel-part-4

     “You will be joining us on a mission,” King Ravi announced in his deep voice.

      He was just as attractive as you remembered. Intimidating and lean with beautifully tanned skin. His sleepy eyes were cold though, hinting at the cruelty that lay beneath.

     It took a moment for his words to sink in. Blinking in rapid succession was your only response. You stared blankly at the tall man seated on his throne. Scratching your head in confusion was a habit but the handcuffs weighing you wrists down prevented you from doing so. Sudden movements were likely not in your best interest either.

     “Do not feign being a dunce. I know you can understand me. You speak several languages fluently,” the King scolded.

     You flinched, not expecting him to know. Your reputation had proceeded you and not to your advantage. Also, you had not the slightest clue how to react. A man you could consider an enemy was commanding you to join him on some sort of operation. You had no idea what type of assignment it was or what your role would be. You did not know how to feel. You simply could not wrap your head around what you were being told.

     “We will discuss the details later, but consider how you would like to proceed. I offer you a chance to prove yourself loyal to Vixx as well as an alternative to being hung,” King Ravi laid out in simple terms.

     You gazed at him with your mouth slightly agape. It was such a surprise that your brain had shut down while trying to digest the information and you were unable to mask it.

     “Also...” King Ravi added, “you will address me as your majesty.” There was a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he spoke.

     The guard standing behind you nudged you hard in the back when you remained silent.

    “Yes, your majesty,” you choked out. It was odd to hear your own voice after so long. It was even stranger to hear you speaking Vixx instead of your native tongue. He nodded once in acknowledgement.

     “Have Minah help you prepare. You are dismissed,” King Ravi instructed. Immediately a guard grabbed you by your arm and led you out of the reception room. You were dragged out without grace or premise as you continued to struggle to compute.

     The maid was waiting on the other side of the door. The guard released you, unlocked your handcuffs, and the girl took over leading you back to the room. You followed in a daze. She did not speak once the entire walk, leaving you to your thoughts.

     What on earth was happening? A mission? They wanted you to join on a mission with the King? It did not make any sense. Unless you were to die on this “mission”. Then it hit you. This would likely be a suicide operation. You would be a sacrifice to aid them in their end goal. That would be how you showed your loyalty. That was why they had not hung you yet. Your life still had use to them.

     Mind working faster than a fire burning wood, you had not noticed that you were already back at the bedroom. The maid held the door open for you. She followed you in and closed the door behind you. Without hesitation, she pulled a trunk from beneath the bed. She then headed for the closet and began pulling clothes from its depths. Once her arms were full she marched back to the bed and laid them out before setting to work folding them. You stood watching as she packed mostly pantsuits.

     “Minah,” you said loudly and clearly.

     The girl’s head snapped to your direction. “Yes?” she answered.

     “What do you know of this mission?” you inquired.

     Her jaw dropped. She sincerely believed that you were unable to comprehend her so this was bewildering. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish as it swam within its bowl. She did this a few times before setting the fabric she held down and turning to you.

     “I do not know much. All I know is what they deem necessary for me to know,�� she paused, unsure if she should continue. You could not blame her. Leaking information could easily get her killed. As the opposition, you were far from trustworthy. You did not urge her on. Perhaps they way you let it go was what prompted her to say, “You will be accompanying King Ravi to Exo.” She quickly returned to what she was doing.

     Exo. Exo was a large, influential nation. It was much bigger than King Ravi’s kingdom. The country was old and power had been passed down through ancient bloodlines. Exo was also known for it’s bountiful resources. Some went as so far to call it its own planet. As such, it was stable. Not even Vixx’s army could touch it. Your home country of Suju had been in alliance with Exo and there were close personal ties between the royals and elites of Suju and Exo.

     Like a key in a lock, everything clicked into place all at once. You would play the role of the liaison between Vixx and Exo. With the downfall of Suju, Exo had lost an important coalition. It would make sense for them to be hostile towards Vixx. However, you were a familiar face. You finally understood what he meant by “prove your loyalty”. If you could make yourself useful and convince the Exo  leaders to join forces with Vixx, your life could be spared.

     The other counsel members had been defiant from the getgo. You on the other hand, had not so much as uttered a word. Compliance could be easily mistaken for submissiveness. In theory, you would be easy to control, which made you the perfect candidate to keep. That was why you were still alive. You were an essential piece to Vixx’s uninhibited imperialism.

     The trunk snapped shut loudly and startled you. Minah had already loaded the things that had been prepared for you.

     “Everything you may need on the voyage other than food should be in your luggage,” she advised.

      You nodded, not expecting her to be so efficient and timely.

     “Would you like some supper?” Minah asked.

     Nausea at the realization of your purpose to Vixx had your stomach in knots. However, at the mention of food hunger ignited in your belly. Your thirst had been satiated but now your body was craving nutrition. “Please,” you said weakly.

[englishedge]

How Can English Language Lab Improve Your English?

The demand for the English language is not going to end soon. As a universal language, you need it at every stage of life. It is the official language to communicate around the world. Thus, there is no reason to not know this language. 

However, the scarcity of English teachers has made it difficult for the students to learn English the right way. 

Due to this, despite having the ability, many students fail to communicate in English. Only a few people are aware of how to use English skills correctly. People in India lack English abilities owing to a lack of skilled teachers and an inadequate teaching method.

An innovative and effective way to counter this problem is to have English language lab software. 

An innovative and effective way to counter this problem is to have English language lab software. It is an easy-to-use program developed to improve English from scratch. 

Teaching and learning English has never been this easy as it is now with language lab software. As you already know, the things we learn while listening and seeing remain in memory rather than reading. The English language lab does the same. It's the audio-visual representation that makes people understand the concept quickly. The English language lab curriculum is designed in such a way that you can learn and grasp things easily. 

Language lab software takes various factors into its consideration to improve your English. Let's have a look right below:

Vocabulary

An English language lab comes with thousands of pre-embedded words that can power your vocabulary and improve your writing skill. With language lab software, you can learn many words and use them in your daily conversation or creative writing. It will help you to easily memorize words and build a strong vocabulary.

Grammar

Grammar is the most critical aspect of developing your language skills. You will be able to speak English appropriately once you have grasped the notion. It includes lessons on identifying errors, idioms, synonyms, antonyms, one-word substitutions, and many other grammatical topics. Grammar is an essential part of the English language; without it, you cannot determine the right tense of a phrase. As a result, knowing grammar is critical in ensuring that the user comprehends the right form of the tense of speech.

Pronunciation

In the English language, knowing how to pronounce a word is critical. If the pronunciation is correct the end-user will be able to comprehend your message and respond. On the other hand, wrong pronunciation sometimes leads to misunderstanding as a letter here, and there can change the significance of the word. 

Many English speakers fail to enunciate the exact sound of the word, which misleads the other user and prevents them from responding. An English language lab can help you to pronounce words correctly.

The Rate At Which People Speak

The key to efficient communication in which speech is readily understood is the pace. The rate of speaking should be consistent, not fast or slow. The language lab program allows you to measure your speech rate using a graph provided in the audio recording function. It will assist you in speaking at a consistent rate that is neither too fast nor too slow.

Fluency

Language lab software can also help you improve your fluency. You can practice the application based on intonation and modulation to increase fluency. It will increase fluency and boost the user's confidence. Few people can communicate fluently in English due to a lack of confidence or a fear of making errors. With ongoing practice sessions, the language lab gives you confidence and removes your worry.

Phonetics

It makes accenting different words easy. They assist us in correctly pronouncing a word. If a student's phonetics is strong, he will be able to communicate effectively in English. However, many English teachers are unfamiliar with phonetics, which is a disadvantage since they will not engage with students to master phonetic sounds. An English language lab works on phonetics too. 

Intonation

By understanding the variations in pitch, loudness, pace, and stress of voice, this function aids in the improvement of English language skills. It is a useful function to record your voice and then listen to it to learn the pitch of your voice.

A language lab software is the best bet for any school to help their children improve English. If you are looking for advanced lab software, then connect EnglishEdge.in straightway. Here you will get the best software designed to improve your English with its extraordinary functions. 

[germanistics]

How many levels are in German Language Course?

Are you learning online German language course and want to know how long it will take you to master each level of the language? Whenever you come across an online debate about learning German, you'll notice that individuals frequently reference German language levels and refer to them with letters and numbers (A1, A2, B1, B2, C1 and C2). In this tutorial, I'll walk you through each of the German language levels, explain how long it might take you to get there, suggest resources to help you get there, and define how good you'll be in German once you get there.

What are the levels of German language?

German Language usage at its most basic level A1 Can grasp and employ commonplace terms and short sentences that relate to the fulfilment of concrete demands. Can introduce himself or herself and others, as well as ask others about themselves — for example, where they live, who they know, and what they own – and react to such queries. If the person they're speaking to speaks slowly and clearly and is prepared to help, they can communicate in a basic manner.

A2

Can understand words and commonly used expressions concerning themes immediately relevant to his or her immediate circumstances (e.g. personal or family information, shopping, work, immediate surroundings). In simple, everyday settings involving a straightforward and direct exchange of information on known and popular topics, he or she can make himself or herself understood. In a basic manner, can discuss his or her background and education, immediate surroundings, and other items related to immediate needs.

Speak independently at B1 level

When straightforward, standard language is used and the focus is on familiar issues such as job, school, leisure time, and so on, the key points can be understood. Can deal with the majority of difficulties that arise when travelling in the linguistic region. Can explain himself or herself clearly and simply on familiar themes and particular interests. Can report on events and experiences, describe dreams, hopes, and goals, and make brief remarks to support or explain his or her own opinions and ideas.

B2

Can comprehend the major points of complicated writings on concrete and abstract themes, as well as specialised conversations in his or her primary field of expertise. Can talk so naturally and effectively that having a typical conversation with native speakers is simple and requires little effort on both sides. Can clearly and thoroughly articulate himself or herself on a wide range of issues, explain his or her opinion on a current issue, and list the advantages and disadvantages of alternative options.

Ability to communicate fluently C1

Can comprehend a wide range of difficult, lengthy texts, as well as implicit meanings. Can explain himself or herself naturally and fluently without needing to look up words frequently or conspicuously. In his or her social and professional life, as well as in training and studies, he or she may utilise the language effectively and flexibly. Can make clear, structured, and thorough explanations on complex issues while using multiple text association techniques correctly.

C2

Can comprehend almost everything he or she reads or hears with ease. Can coherently retell the reasons and explanations for knowledge obtained from a variety of written and spoken sources. . Is able to explain himself or herself with high fluidity and precision in a variety of situations, as well as make finer subtleties of meaning obvious in more difficult themes.

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