#brazillian sign language

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QSMP Sign Languages HCs (Eggs)

I like to think that besides the spoken languages the eggs also know the respective sign languages of their "first" (mainly used) language (but it also has exceptions which I'll all list)

A list to illustrate what I mean:

• Pomme - LSF (Langues de Signes Français/ French Sign Language)

• Richas - LIBRAS (Língua Brasileira de Sinais/Brazillian Sign Language)

• Empanada - ASL (American Sign Language)

• Sunny - BSL (British Sign Language)

• Pepito - LSM (Lengua de Señas Mexicana/Mexican Sign Language)

• Dapper - ASL

• Tallulah - BSL (getting close to fluency in LSM)

• Chayanne - BSL/LSM (is teaching Tallulah as well as himself)

• Leonarda - LSM

• Ramón - ASL

Chayanne and Tallulah are the only pair currently left that has active parents that speak two different languages, that's why they are fluent (or almost) in two. Chayanne at first was learning LSM with a bit of flase hope of Missa coming back and Tallulah got roped into it, but now Missa is back so it paid off.

Every single egg also tries to learn some basic phrases of the sign languages different from theirs.

They're mostly used for communication between the eggs but the parents are also learning the language of their respective children.

Please tell me if I got something wrong, I'm not that familiar with sign languages in general

[Edit: changed Leo's from ASL to LSM since I don't watch that much Leo content and I actually didn't realize that she mainly speaks Spanish, not English, my bad]

[Edit 2: changed the acronym for the Brazillian sign language to the more commonly used one sorry didn't realize the difference / changed the formatting]

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Hey! Your hcs are so amazing💕 I was wondering if you could write a Wally Darling x autistic reader… I’m autistic and this would be very meaningful to me

Btw sorry for the english, I am brazillian and not used to write in any language that isn’t portuguese lol

That’s perfectly okay, friend!! I think you did just fine (with the wording of your message, I mean) !! :] /g and thank you!!

And sure thing!! I’m autistic, too :D so I’m happy to write for this!! Haha!!

Pluffy Fluffy

Wally Darling x GN!Autistic!Reader

Headcanons Format, Relation can be interpreted by the Reader!

Please note, everyone is different on the Autism Spectrum! I loosely based this off of my own experience, but you are free to request again and specify where you lie, or how yours represents itself!! I would be happy to personalize it, more :]

Wally Darling is a lovely companion to have when you’re on the autism spectrum! He has it, himself. :]

Though his manifests in its own way, with its own mannerisms, he still can very easily understand your own standpoint— whether it’s akin to his or not!

Specifically, he’s quite good when it comes to overstimulation.

Wally’s an observant one— for everyone in his life. He knows the indicators that something is getting “too much” for just about anyone, and that very much includes you.

Whether your start getting jittery, angry, spacey, or however it is you begin to behave when undergoing too much, he learns the signs of it.

If you’re one to devolve into mumbling, or go nonverbal, he’s perfectly okay to sit with you until you get your words together. If there are tools that help you communicate, he is sure to remind you of them so you can use them— if you’d like to. If you don’t want to? He’ll just stay by you, if you’d like to have company.

He takes great care in asking and finding out what helps you during overstimulation, as well.

If you’re one to need a complete environment change, he is expertly skilled in peacefully intervening whatever interaction and getting you out of it stress-free!

And if being placed into a quiet environment helps; he’s got many quiet, serene spots he’d be happy to share!

If going to your home would help most, though, he’ll gladly walk you— and if you’d like company, he’d stay with you.

Really, anywhere you’d like to go, he’d be happy to be by your side!

If you need someone to squeeze, or just let it out to, he’s also happy to help with that! Although he may not embrace you back (not because he doesn’t want to!.. He just doesn’t know that he should), he is happy to oblige!

If touching people isn’t your thing, though, he’s also got a stress ball somewhere around here..

Or, if you’re maybe just someone that needs to be entirely alone to calm down? That’s okay, too, he entirely understands— for he’s the same, that way.

Regardless of what you need, he will try to help in any way he can!

Which very much includes guiding you through grounding methods, too, if need be.. He likes to think his voice can be soothing!

Now, on the contrary, when it comes to under-stimulation? He’s quite the helper there, too!

He tries to get you to do something, really— which has included offers of painting (which also includes finger painting), letting you ramble to him (or having him ramble to you, if you’d want!.. He’s just a bit hard to get going.. but he’s willing to try, at the very least), or maybe just going on a walk. If company helps you in any way, shape, or form; he’s there.

Whatever it is that helps you, he is there to provide if it calls for him to!

When it comes to textures, Wally is a very texture-orientated person. He’s perpetually in a state of being somewhat under-stimulated, but textures help him with that!

With that in mind, if you’re similar? He will gladly show you what he finds textures on! It isn’t uncommon to find him running his hands along something, extremely content.

He especially notes which textures give you euphoria, or that you just like, and will try to show you them!

With textures that make you uncomfortable, though? He’ll keep it in mind! And, to be frank, he doesn’t mind being a sort of “texture tester”.

“Ah.. this shirt wouldn’t feel good, to you.. it’s scratchy.”

Speaking of shirts, he’d be delighted to help you find texture-safe clothing, if it’s something you’d need or want help with!

Along with tags. He’s got a seam cutter just for tags, and he’d be happy to help you remove your own without damaging the clothing, if you’d like!

If you two are physically close (he can perfectly understand not being someone who likes physical contact, so no worries!), he takes great care to make sure any of the clothing he wears around you isn’t a “bad texture”.

Speaking of physical touch; he’s perfectly fine if you’re one to not like it. He’s got his own ways of showing affection beyond it! Affection, in his eyes, is so much more than just physical intimacy.

Ah, and noises.. Wally, himself, has a bit of noise sensitivity. Specifically, clearing of throats can get a bit.. much for him, if done too much too fast.

If you’re similar? He understands entirely— and he has many, many quiet spots he’d love to share (as was mentioned earlier)!

If you’re one to get overstimulated by sounds quite quickly, he will try— when he can— to give you a heads up if anything might have noises that might cause you to fall into a state like that.

“Howdy’s shop.. has an old bell, on the door.. so.. try to open it carefully.. it’s a bit screechy.. and there’s an A.C in.. his store— so there’s.. a constant kind of.. ‘whrrr’..”

And.. ah, his.. very intense eye contact. He fully understands if if makes someone else uncomfortable, and he would make it clear you don’t have to return it if it discomforts you.

If just having him stare so intensely is a discomfort in general, he’d try to tone it down.. though it’s a bit difficult. He wouldn’t mind reminders, though.

Wooh boy! Whether or not you’re similar, he in particular struggles on social cues and tones. For that, his own voice tends to be rather flat— but he’d never mind clarifying how he meant something he said, if asked!

But with the social cues? Oh boy.

You have to communicate directly with him— or else he just.. Won’t Get It. Not for a lack of trying, but it either just flies over his head, or he doesn’t understand.

So he appreciates direct-ness, and honesty. He doesn’t take either as offending, whatsoever!

For this, though, he’s very blunt and honest in return. He means absolutely no harm! But he isn’t the best at softening his words. To be fair, though, it’s not like he’d have to very often— even for someone quite sensitive. He seems to, almost naturally, structure his sentences softer— he just can’t seem to do it on command.

Ahh, special interest and fixations!

He loves to listen to people talk, to see them happy and ramble.

With that, he is always open to you talking to him about your interests as a whole, or whatever you’ve got on your mind!

He isn’t one to engage very much beyond nodding and smiling, but do not be mistaken— he is listening to every word.

Specifically, he tries to get you things that relate to your interest.

If you like stars? He might paint you a painting of them! If you like bugs, he’ll certainly try to borrow a few books from Frank to read them over so he can hopefully understand what you’re talking about more..

Whatever it is, he tries to understand and learn— he wants you to feel heard, and that is how he tries to express that you are!

When it comes to stimming, he actually quite enjoys sort of mirroring however it is you stim!

He tends to stim himself by humming, or wiggling his head side to side.

But when it comes to you, or his friends, doing as such? He tends to join! He isn’t really sure why he does this, but he enjoys it— and means it well!

If you rock, he’ll rock with you. If you flap your hands, he’ll do the same!!

If you don’t like this, though, he won’t do it to you! But he’s delighted to see you stim— when it’s positive, of course.

In the case you’re stimming due to negative feelings? He’ll just try to help you in whatever way helps you best!!

Overall, he just cares a whole awful lot— and understands where you come from, entirely. No matter where you land, or what helps you, he will be there to understand. He’s there for you! Forever and always

Ahh!! I hope this was enjoyable!! I tried very hard to make it apply to a majority HAHA I’m hoping my own experiences didn’t influence too much!!

Also please ignore the double yellow bars down here <:] I literally cannot get rid of them on mobile— so I have to wait until I’m on laptop to do as such!- (EDIT : Fixed it! BWAHA)

Edit : I FORGOT TO COVER STIMMING, AH.. I AM SILLY… I have added it near the bottom! :]

Have a lovely day!!!

[geisterland]

Also meet the state that is the reason all of the Brazillian states know Brazillian Sign Language!

OH YAAAY so awesome!!!! :D I know the slightest bit of LIBRAS (mostly how to sign my name, although I don’t have a sign for it) and I’m really happy to see this!!!

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Part 24: Appearance

Erik shuffled down the aisle of the train car, crutch nudged snuggly into his armpit and a suitcase half his size rolling behind with a heavy looking duffel. No one offered assistance and he didn't ask. As a black man, he could always count on that as a consistency. Crutches and all, he'd be viewed as overly capable. From a young age it was ingrained through experience.. all you have is yourself because no one out here will help you, a young black man. Time had proven it again and again. Injured, he could still handle more weight than the average man and it was because he pushed himself. He relied only on himself. Even hospitalized, he found ways to maintain his strength. Weakness and laziness was never an option, not even for recovery. With all his money, that was still something he couldn't afford. But they could.. the white couple on the left. He couldn't help but notice them sitting there.

A closer look told him they weren't actually a couple. The blonde girl's face screamed underage. Fifteen/sixteen. The heavy makeup she wore aged her. She looked high. Heroin, Erik guessed glancing subtly for track marks. She looked up and he glanced away to a Spanish speaking family with five kids including a crying baby. He bit his lip on his way to take his seat at the rear where he could see everyone. The man in front of him was on his way to sleep. Erik put in his earbuds and continued his watch.

As the hours passed, he noticed more and more. The kids had no home training. The parents had no sense of awareness considering they sat opposite a fifteen year old girl being held against her will. It could easily be one of their kids, with them not paying attention it wouldn't take much. The baby had the healthiest lungs of any baby he'd ever heard. That blonde girl was high as hell. She got up to use the bathroom on his side of the train and he kept his eyes down as she passed with her trafficker on her ass to make sure she ain't try nothing risky. Ain't none of my black ass business, Erik told himself. He hadn't signed up to save any little blonde girls. He kept his eyes down as they passed him again to return to their seats and she dropped a tiny earring on the floor next to his foot on purpose. Damn, he groaned dropping his head on the back of the seat. Why me? I just said I ain't wanna get involved in this shit.

Taking a deep sigh, he picked up the earring and did what made sense. He googled the train police department and texted in a report using his sub contact phone, the main phone. He gave a description of the couple and information regarding the train. You're welcome, he thought watching the back of the girl's head before settling back in his seat comfortably. Any other time he'd have ignored her, not that victims often reached out to him so clearly. Still, it was an unnecessary risk calling on police. What if they decided to search the train? The whole point of taking the train was to not be searched.

Y/N would be proud right now, his lip twisted in irritation. She'd become the true north of his moral compass. What would Y/N do in the situation? The thought made him nauseous. She wouldn't survive his lifestyle. He wouldn't survive it with her morals. This is dangerous. We are completely incompatible, but I still want you, he admitted to himself. It was more like need. Obsession even. There was a burning feeling in his gut. "This shit ain't healthy," he muttered.

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"Wow, may I..," Tanner's fingers hover in the air, his eyes on your fresh braids. Your eyebrows answer before you can and he lowers his hand with a smile. "Those braids are really something. Would it be offensive if I asked how they're attached?" He looks so fascinated. He's been staring and talking to the top of your head since he saw you this morning in the lobby and now he's staring just as hard from across the small booth table at Pho Station.

"You just buy braiding hair and braid it into your hair. That's literally it."

"Braiding hair.. what's that?" His head rests on his hand as his elbow sits on the table. He's so curious, staring dreamily.

"It's packs of hair you get at the store specifically for braided styles." You slurp in a spoonful of long noodles.

"Is it human hair?"

"Synthetic." It comes out muffled as you break off the noodles hanging from your mouth with a chopstick so you can swallow.

"Synthetic? What's the difference..," his blue eyes drift lazily down to your nearly black ones. "Well, I mean in how they look."

"Human hair is typically Malaysian or Brazillian, something like that. You can straighten or curl it because it's actual hair. Synthetic fibers can melt but it's inexpensive and can mimic hair textures well."

"Well it's beautiful," he nods. "I've always wondered about it. Does it hurt?"

"Mm-mm," you grumble slurping the broth of your chicken pho. "No these are knotless and they don't hurt." That confuses him so you get into the difference between regular box braids and knotless. "You can't even sleep when you first get regular box braids because it's so tight that's why I don't wear them."

"Yes.. don't wear them if they hurt. Don't wanna pull out all that beautiful hair.." His eyes hold a familiar twinkle. The way he stares.. it reminds you of Erik. You don't wanna think about the meaning of it.

"Damn right.. Hey your pho's gonna get cold."

"Oh," his brows raise in faux offense. He picks up his soup spoon looking away for the first time. It's about time. "Well these.. knotless braids," he gestures with the spoon, "They look amazing on you," he smirks. "But you're already gorgeous, you know that."

"This from a Gene Kelly/James Dean lookalike. You look like you belong in a Marvel movie. That dark hair.. chiseled jaw? And who do you get those eyes from?"

"My grandma. My mom's eyes are carmel brown and so are my sister's. My father's are a darker brown."

"Punnet square kicked in hard."

"So tell me where your features come from," his eyes twinkle, hands folded under his strong chin. Your heart nearly skips a beat. It took a while for you to admit it to yourself because you'd have to admit you were lowkey using him.. but you knew what he was doing and how he felt from the start. That look was infatuation.

Opening doors, calling on me, paying for lunch every time, bringing me coffee? It's a lot.. Well that's because he likes me.. No It could be friendly, doesn't mean he likes me.

Almost everyday you told yourself the same thing.

I don't want him as anything more than a friend, maybe a work husband now that I know he's a cool lil white boy. I think he knows that..

Not when you flirt back he doesn't know that..

But is it really flirting or being nice? Besides I think he might feel the same.

A look into his eyes slams that possibility.

Who am I kidding. Maybe it's wrong to let him pay. Is that selfish?..

Girl, you're not dumb you know exactly what you're doing..

No, but really, I enjoy his company. I look forward to our little lunch outings as much as he does..

Then pay for yourself!..

I KNOW, but I don't.. want to...

Blinking, you sigh clearing your guilty conscience. "I look exactly like my dad but my personality is my mom."

"Oh really. That's where you get those adorably chubby cheeks from? Your dad? Interesting family photos I bet."

"Believe it or not that's also where I get this tummy and all this ass from," I say straight faced watching his cheeks sink in. On that note, he buries himself in his pho and I watch him hold himself together, the both of us laughing on the inside.

"You're ridiculous," he smiles down at his bowl. "What will I ever do with you.."

"Hopefully keep feeding me."

"Of course, Barb told me about a BBQ place about fifteen minutes from here. How about tomorrow?"

"Then I can show you pictures of my bootylicious father," you stare watching him collect himself again.

"Wow," he chokes on his broth. "Or we can look at yours, completely up to you."

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Never had it felt so good to be coming or going. Erik wheeled his bags through the station coolly, but internally he was leaping for joy like a little kid. After touching down in every continent through the military as a soldier and then a mercenary soldier, he was used to traveling. New locations, customs, and languages were the norm. War, battle, and toppling small countries for their resources and political control was the norm. It wasn't right, but it made big money and when his service ended, he retired. However, that didn't change the fact that he was still a multilingual and adaptable war weapon with no other real skill or interest other than killing. He was good at it so he made it a business. A consultant was what he called himself. Gameplay and development was the front.

Life as an assassin made him his own boss. He could kill and go off the map at will. He'd travel as far as it took to complete the task and take cash or cryptocurrency which he'd translate into several offshore accounts before his domestic ones. He'd usually buy a throwaway car, restock his ammo, spend time sunbathing on a yacht in the Maldives, hunker down in a city where he blended in and then isolate for a month wallowing in a small room before his next kill. Sightseeing wasn't on his agenda. He'd been all over the world and seen the worst of human nature. Texas had been a first as far as experiencing the high points anywhere. He'd enjoyed his stay with a woman and they'd gone on dates, real dates. He'd gone to an amusement park of all places and taken her around the city. It was magical though he'd almost been killed for it. Texas.. Not Cartagena or Havana or Jaipur but country ass Texas. Now here he was finally back in Cali. Nothing came close to the joy of having someone waiting for him. Someone who'd be overjoyed to see him. His job was done, his leg was healing up nicely, no one was after him because he'd left no one alive that could easily identify him. He was on his way home.

Home, he smiled somewhat bitterly. More like playing house.. Ain't none of this shit real and eventually it will end, probably in disaster.

Still.. He couldn't drop the facade for it was filling a hole within him that he hadn't realized until recently could be filled. He had latent desires. Playing house with her was the closest to a home he'd ever get.

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Erik's car takes premium gas and you wonder about his bills. Is he paying them? 'Cause you're not. He'd better have it worked out because once the lights go out in this isolated grand establishment, you're gone. You've gotten too used to walking around with every bright light in the house on at night. Walking through the bathroom butt naked you light the very last of his pricey looking black label white candles having burned through the rest of his supply. This one's Leather scented, not the best but not bad. That's why it was last. Locking the bathroom door out of habit, you run the shower and enjoy the luxurious spa room you've become accustomed to. The water pressure still hits. The warm thick white towels are fresh from the dryer. Your body is hairless from shaving and you've just purchased a new body oil to try that Ava swears by. Though you're only going to bed, you can't resist it. It smells like like fresh baked cookies from the oven and makes your skin radiate golden. It's perfect for a pool party or the beach.. whenever you end up going again which may be a while. Taking a few suggestive shiny body selfies in the towel, you decide to go ahead and send them to Erik though he doesn't deserve them. Someone has to see your glass skin. You hadn't spoken to him in the last two days as he'd been "busy". Doing what, you had no clue. It felt like bullshit. All of it. It was maddening to the point that you didn't want to care anymore, whether he returned or stayed. He'd been gone too long. Waaay too long. His reasons for wanting you out of Texas were beginning to feel like lies.

There's probably a huge harem of harlot whores he's entertaining and he doesn't want me to know he lied about only having three submissives, the asshole. He's probably in some twisted unsanitary orgy in a dark and questionable dungeon drinking glowing lime jello shooters and getting blackout drunk right now.. Probably whipping some poor girl with one of those long cowboy whips. God knows what he does with his other subs. If he was that dirty with Lil Bitch's morally debased ass and that was in front of me...

Every now and again the thought would cross your mind. Fuck him, you thought. Stay gone. I'll keep living here alone in the lap of luxury.

Never before had you been in a hot tub so often. It did wonders for a post work unwind with a smoothie or herbal tea in hand. You didn't need him when you had wifi, cable, powerful A/C, and a full fridge. He could stay with whoever he was with.

But what if he doesn't come back, your mind wonders darkly. What if he stays in Texas and never comes back?

Suddenly the house seems a lot chillier and unwelcoming.. Empty even. Too quiet. Hugging yourself for comfort you wander through the house and turn each of the lights off one by one to get an idea once more just how dark it gets. Too dark. Pitch black. You can't even see a hand in front of your face and panic sets in along with a strong inner body chill. This isn't something you can do and if Erik never comes back...

Honestly you've never seriously considered that possibility. The thought brings a loneliness that echoes the depth of darkness, both equally terrifying. The fact is that you do care.. profoundly to the point that his continued absence really bothers you. He has already become an indestructible pillar in your everyday life. Going days without so much as a hello feels like a week and that doesn't do much good for your anxiety.

Flipping each of the lights back on, you settle into Erik's bed this time around and stare at the time until you doze off. When you open your eyes there's natural light coming in through the window and you take a grateful breath before sitting up in the bed.

"Good morning," a chilling voice interjects and you nearly have a heart attack, unable to scream in the face of Flu sitting on the edge of the bed watching you. You want to run, scream, fight, anything but your body which is frozen in absolute fear and shock will not move. He smiles and you dart upright in bed sweating cold bullets and panting. Outside is still dark. According to the clock you've been sleep three and a half hours. It's 3:30 AM. Taking a deep breath to calm your breathing you look around the room comforting yourself with the mantra "It's just a dream. You're okay. You're okay. There's nothing to worry about. You've been safe and you're still safe. You're completely safe." A few minutes of repeating it and looking around, listening closely to the air has you relaxed enough to fall back asleep especially since your eyes are crossing up. When your eyes open again you check the clock. It's been almost another hour but you keep waking up.

Hold up. Didn't I have the light on?

Thinking back, your half sleep mind isn't completely sure but you know you sleep with the lights on. Nervous to move, your wide eyes search the pitch blackness before you and when you get the courage to move, you turn over bracing yourself to see Flu sitting there beside you on the bed. Nothing's there or out of the ordinary.

Did the lights go out? Did it blow? I think I had it on...

It's not getting up to explore. That's how people fir in movies. Instead, you bury your head in the covers like a small child and slip back into sleep. Or at least almost. Before you can cover your eyes with the blanket, you hear something that sounds like a slight vibration. That would be normal.. if your phone wasn't all the way downstairs.

A hand clamps over your mouth and as you feel a body quickly cover yours you grab at the darkness in attempt to gouge, scratch, and scrape whatever you can reach. When you pull locs, your brain registers and you yank them hard to get a noise.

"AHH," he whisper screams.

"ERIK WHAT THE FUCK?!" This time your lungs are free and healthy because you yell directly in his ear, slapping at him. "YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK." Breathless, you try to catch it, still swinging. "Why would you do that! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"I wanted to surprise you," he grips your hands. "I didn't think you'd try to rip my damn hair out! And why your nails so sharp!"

"Are you mentally deficient? In what world did that seem like a good idea to you?!"

"Catch your breath," he says quietly.

Getting up he flips the lights and sits on the bed beside you. You haven't seen him in what feels like ages. "You still having nightmares." It's not a question as he looks in your tired eyes.

"Not often, just a couple of times since I've been on my own here." You didn't really have them when you two were together. He nods understanding your meaning. You hadn't mentioned it on the phone or through text. What could he have done about it anyway? There's a moment of silence as he rests his hand over your blanketed leg.

"I'm sorry for being away so long..," he says quietly. "I mean it. I'm sorry for scaring you.. I honestly didn't consider the nightmares because when we were together you didn't have them. I promise you, you are safe. He can't hurt you. There are many things in this world that can, but I promise he's not one.. and as long as I'm here I won't let anyone touch you. I will protect you with my life."

"That's good and all," you sigh, half listening and half asleep already. "But can you just.. stay here with me until I fall asleep."

"You in my bed," he smiles climbing fully dressed under the blanket to scoop you into his arms. Instantly your body clings to his and his shirt becomes your new pillow. You feel the quick sensation of his lips on your temple. "Did you miss me," he whispers. You mean to respond, but instead you fade out asleep.

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As soon as he'd slipped into the bed, she was knocked, sleeping soundly and breathing loud. He stroked her braids, her arm, and her back gently but firmly the way he always had when she needed help to relax.

"I missed you," he whispered into her forehead. She responded with a small fart and his nose crinkled. He didn't smell it which meant it was trapped under the blanket. She did it once more just then but it was louder. She'd be horrified if she were awake. "Y/N," he groaned hoping he wouldn't smell it. He didn't dare move though. He only sighed and continued rubbing her back. "Stink," he nicknamed her on the spot. "My lil stink stink," his stomach jumped in humor thinking of her reaction in the morning. He wanted to see the expression on her face when he called her that and when she heard the explanation of why. It made his chest shake. He tried to control it so not to wake her. She was sleeping too good for him to even get up and take his outside clothes off and they were hot to sleep in. He wanted to get comfortable.

That's okay, he decided as he settled in to fall asleep exactly where he was, under her. It took some effort to get comfortable in that position but in that moment there was no other place he'd have rather been.

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[the-second-tonks]

Hi, love! I’ve came to ask for a Ship! I hope you having an amazing dayyyy! So here it goes:

I’m a straight female, she/her

Harry Potter House: Ravenclaw,

my second house is Slytherin.

MBTI: estj

Ossp: choleric-sanguine.

Enneagram: 3w2

Sign: sun- libra

moon - libra

rising - pisces

Love language - acts of service and physical touch

Appearance: 5’3 tall, I have long light brown hair, it’s not really thick nor thin, it’s really in between, I have full eyebrows and hazel (brown and green) almond eyes. I don’t have glasses and I do t have bangs. I am always wearing an accessory whether it is a earring, a bracelet, necklace… I love to get dresses up!

My favorite hobbies cooking and baking sweets and listening to music! I have a very broad music taste, i listen to pop, rock, jazz, brazillian funk, classical music… I play the ukulele and recently i’ve been learning how to play the piano, which i love. I also like to sing.

I hate bothering people with my problems and hate drama or victimizing myself. i like to focus on what others need, so i always try to smile and make my friends and family's day happier and lighter, because you never know if they are having a bad day or something.

I often hear i am the “mom of the group” because I'm always advising and taking care of them. I always try to see the good i’m people and the bright side of the situation, I try to be a very optimistic person.

sometimes i feel people think i’m a goody two shoes, because i kinda give off that vibe. I care a lot about my grades and about how a present myself, I am not one to break the rules, always do what is right, tries to control everything ... But once I am with my friends that vibe and concern about how i present myself goes away, I kinda relax and I guess i get more fun. In those times i get more goofy and realllly sarcastic

I think it’s interesting mention that i am a really shy person when meeting new people, but when i get intimacy… Oh boy, i can’t shut up, it’s a problem really i talk waaaay to much and say somethings about me that I should keep to myself.

I am also a really observant person, like it’s hard for me to not notice something if you know what I mean. Like i am always in the moment, i pay really close attention to what is happening in my surroundings. And I have a great memory

Even tho i am really competitive with like everything , i am not into sports i think i would become a competitive monster if I ever entered a sport team, but I love cheering for my friends when they play games and stuff (i consider myself a great cheerleader, if i must say so 🙃)

Random facts:

- I don’t cry easily

- I am really family oriented, one of my biggest dreams is to have a big family.

- I love libraries and museums

- I love studying about new subjects

- I am brazilian, born and raised 😀

- I love visiting new places, getting out of my house, even if i am going to do anything (like buying something or seeing someone) I love to go out!

- I am extremely good with numbers and math and stuff

- I love the rain and i LOVE CHRISTMAS

- When i talk, i kinda talk with my hand, like I move my hands a lot when I talk.

I would like the ship to be in the Harry potter universe, my preference would be in the lighting era but be you don’t find anyone there and want to do a marauders era one, please feel free to do whatever you think it’s best💓 i trust you

if you are doing lighting era please do not ship me with: ron, lee, seamus, dean or neville

if you are doing marauders era, please don’t ship me with: peter or snape

and i know i told you long ago i had a crush on Oliver wood, but please if you genuinely don’t ship him with me, don’t ship us, i really wanted your honest opinion.

xx

Your ravenclaw buddy

Hello Ravenclaw buddy !!! I'm having a great day , what about yourss ??? Oh my god are you sure you hate drama ? Your Libra moon tells me otherwise 😂but I'm happy because I hate drama too ! Yeah don't worry , I always ship someone genuinely , because all ends good 😂. Omg why not Ron ?😮he's such a good match for you , sorry if you consider him as a brother or something but really . Okay , it was tough tbh hehe , but here you go ---

I ship you with

Fred Weasley

Fred is definitely not someone who can handle dramatic or emotional person . He needs someone who's optimistic and always takes care of him , considering he's reckless . The way you sent me a support message the other day , I really appreciated it and so would Fred . He always has his times when he feels demotivated , you'll always cheer him up . I feel like you both are gonna form a good pair . Just the fact that you're not into sports lol . Also , I almost shipped you with Cedric hehe .. I still feel like Cedric is right , but you both would be too busy in competing each other .... So that is a major stop. Oliver is good for you too, but quidditch is basically his life , the only thing he aims at , so even though you both might work out , he'll never be able to share the stress of quidditch with you because I don't think you'll be able to contemplate the amount of stress he might have , just thisss , but trust me if Oliver is ready to give up quidditch or even detach from it for like an inch , you both can make a seriously good pair . Still coming back to Fred , he's gonna be okay with you being competing , he's gonna like it real good . And so will he like your goofiness and sarcasm , you're going to enjoy your life with him . Just like him , you're not that emotional (I mean that you don't cry easily) because I feel Fred won't be able to keep it up with someone who keeps crying every now and then , especially since he is all about fun . He's always gonna imitate you(you know your hand movements while you talk) to George especially when he misses you . And he might miss you a lot if you go out somewhere . Oooohh.. Fred's had a habit of living with a big family , and you want a family too , so that's a match ! You might even surprise him by telling him what you observed about him .. a habit of him maybe , which even he might've not known . Aww be ready to get flustered because while you're in your shy phase , he's gonna flirt to the moon with you . Okay everytime you dress up , he's gonna act bold and flirt , but secretly his mouth is hanging open literally . He loves how you dress up . Omg you both are gonna be talking and talking all the time (please remind me not to join in or else we all are gonna just talk and no one's gonna listen🤣) . Aw imagine getting the special Weasley sweater from molly , it'll make your Christmas far more fun and happy than everr !!! Your really close attention to the surrounding can help Fred while pranking hahaha . Anyways this is absolutely great pair with some problems but you both would know how to get over with these . The first problem is you both might lack emotional intensity in relationship .. because none of you is actually the one who'll you know , cry it out and stuff , so the relationship might feel empty sometimes , but not that you both can't work on it by pouring your heart out in front of each other ! While you hate bothering people with your problems , Fred might feel as if you don't trust him with your problems , but here again , talking can solve it out . I'm really sorry if I wrote too much but I can literally see your relationship in front of my eyes and I can imagine so well in this one , so yeah . But trust me , in the end , you'll be super glad and happy and Fred will never ever ever let tears fall from your eyes and he'll always keep that smile of your intact .

Your bestfriend

Hermione Granger

Sooo yeah you both are gonna bond super well while competing in the library !! And trust me , I feel like you both are gonna talk about the Weasley brothers after marriage , you know like "Oh Ron always forget to do that you know it's so irritating sometimes" said Hermione , while elegantly sipping the tea you just served her , and then you began with ranting about Fred . Omg the bonding is gonna be super cool trust me it's gonna be fun with her and you both together would actually know the entire library and if you're given a lifetime in it , then I fear you'd know every word of every book of every section of every rack in each side on the library .... Phew . But anyways , you both are gonna push each other to your best , by competing this well .

Your secret admirer

Blaise Zabini

He's gonna like your elegant style and your competitive nature , but he'll secretly want to control you. I mean he gives me dominating vibes so he would definitely like to get control over you or control you in any ways . His thoughts aren't exactly innocent about you if I may warn you . This is a dark sided love if I'll be honest . Like you know the bad boy romance kinda ? Not exactly but yeah ... He'll not commit until he wants to , but you'll be too addicted to him to leave or walk away ... Seriously . I'd definitely recommend Fred over this , but it's your choice in this end . TW : toxic - Blaise can get really toxic is wat i feel in this relationship . He'll not let you talk with some people , but he'll not listen to you when you restrict him or something like that but it's gonna be toxic - End of TW .

Your crushes

Oliver wood

As stated by you above !

Cedric Diggory

Yes I feel at some point of time , at Hogwarts , you're gonna crush on him !

That's it ! I hope you liked it !

Thank you for the ask !

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (4)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: a curse word if you squint, sassy Draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: a day late bc i got distracted watching game of thrones lmao i have adhd so i honestly should've known better than to have something so attention demanding in front of me :P

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Three more days.

Three more days until your brother and his girlfriend come to your Buffalo suburban home to spend Thanksgiving. You came home from work on a better day than the ones from the week before, only to walk inside and was almost convinced you entered the wrong house.

Your mother took the liberty of decorating your house while you were gone. The place looked like an IKEA catalogue. Green and cream colored throw pillows were on your black leather couch, your small dining table had a fall-themed centerpiece and a blood orange table cloth. New dining chairs, all of them matched, unlike the mismatched ones you had before. And that god-forsaken ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ wooden sign hung in your kitchen. That damn thing is leaving first thing in the morning.

“Ma, what the hell did you do to my house?” The more you looked, you groaned at what you saw. Your grandmother’s tapestry was no longer hanging at its original place, now hung hidden behind the tv. “Oh, don’t give me any grief about it. Y/B/N is coming and I don’t want the place looking like the Spirit store.”

You knew you couldn't really fight her on this. It would be more frustrating to have to argue and still not be able to put everything back to how it was until she left. Taking a deep breath, you walked yourself to your room to get changed into comfortable clothes and light some sage for your nerves.

Three more days.

—

One more week.

In a week's time, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were to come to New York to spend the month of December with Draco and to say he was excited was an understatement.

He was excited, nervous, and many other feelings that he was too stressed to name. The guest room was prepared for the two of them to share, all he had to do was figure out what to do with them while they were here. He had taken a week off and had no idea what to do. He still hadn’t gone around the city he lived in. He could always ask his friends at Saint Marie but for some reason, he was too shy to.

He could always ask Mrs. Charles for recommendations on what to do. She was a sweet muggle neighbor that he came to like as well as her husband. He could also ask you, but it’s been over a week since he spoke to you in your yards. From glimpses into your window, you seemed so exhausted. Not that he really cared, but he remembered that you would try to get along better and so far, all he’s done was give a nod towards your direction when he walked into his home as you were leaving yours.

His bedroom blinds were always closed now because he knew that if he were to see you doing your… whatever you do in your room just once, he’d change his mind about the whole thing. It still bothered him, but not as bad as it did when he first saw it.

Draco’s stomach growled as he sat on his couch, bringing him out of his thoughts and walked over to the kitchen. To his despair, his pantry, cabinets, and fridge were all empty. Guess I’ll have to grab something. He pondered on what he was in the mood for as he ran out the door. Draco figured he'd just figure it out as he drove around the streets downtown.

Since moving to America, he found so many new cuisines than he had ever imagined. He usually always ate at home, and if his family ever ate outside of home they usually went to the finest restaurants in France. Of course, they were all wizard-owned restaurants. But in New York, he’s been introduced to new things. For one, he had his first ever hamburger with Blaine. Ashley took him to a Chinese restaurant, and Ian bought Draco a traditional New York pizza.

Yes, all these things existed in London. Maybe not so much New York-style pizza, but there was pizza. Draco, however, never had the opportunity to try any of these foods. Lucius was extremely strict about eating out. It was never necessary considering he could afford the best quality foods to be made at home. When they did eat at restaurants in France, it was only because a higher official at the Ministry had invited them for a night out.

Around the streets, the bright lights of buildings and restaurants lit the streets as he drove around them. Draco turned into a street he hadn’t been into yet in hopes to find something else he could find to try. There were a couple places he hadn’t been into; a Greek restaurant, a Brazillian one, and a couple shops. There was one shop close to the end of the street. It was sandwiched between two boutiques and had a neon green and purple sign in the front. Soul Beads. In front of the building was a man with a weird sign in one hand and an even weirder thing that seemed to have made his voice louder in the other. Draco couldn’t make of the rubbish he was yelling into the thing from inside his car.

Draco pulled to the curb to walk around the street and check out the restaurants. A bell jingle caught his attention, turning around to see one person he didn’t really expect to see here. “Draco?” your face showed the same expression as his. He watched as you closed the door to Soul Beads and walked up to him. The weird man that stood in front of the store yelled out, “DON’T TALK TO HER, THIS BITCH HERE WORKS FOR THE DEVIL!”

“Do you know him?” Draco asks with a quirked eyebrow. The stranger kept yelling profanities at you but Draco saw how you couldn’t be bothered by it. “He does this every couple weeks. What brings you out here?” Your hands were stuffed tightly in your pockets for warmth.

“Do you own the street? Can I not be here?” he asked sarcastically. You faced him with a deadpan look as to ask him again without having to say the words to him. Or call him a smartass. Which he is. With a roll of his eyes, he continued, “I’m looking for something to eat but I’ve never been to these places before.”

“Ah,” you started, “Well I don’t know what kind of stuff you’re used to, but I suggest the Greek restaurant right across. Over-priced, but the best gyros you’ll ever have in Buffalo.”

“It’s yee-roh, not jahy-row.” Draco corrected. He couldn’t tell if you were irritated or confused after he said that. Probably both.

“You know Greek?” you asked.

“I studied it when I was a child. My tutor showed me the word once and hit my hand when I had mispronounced it. Learned the hard way to never do that again,” flashbacks to the older woman teaching him the language cursed his mind for a few seconds.

His stomach growled even louder now in the silence between them. Draco blushed in embarrassment, shifting around to look away so you wouldn’t see. You slightly chuckled and tapped his shoulder. “Come on, neighbor’s treat.” And you walked onto the busy street.

This bloody woman is crazy to be crossing a busy street he thought as he rushed to follow you across the street. He got scared as a car got too close and ran to the safety of the sidewalk. “You’re gonna get yourself bloody killed one of these days like that,” he scolded. “If you’re gonna live in New York, you’re gonna have to deal with annoying pedestrians and sometimes be an annoying pedestrian. Be glad you don’t live in Manhattan, they’re worse. A person could be hit by a car and he’d just get on up and keep walking.” you informed.

Draco would be lying to himself if he said that didn’t spook him a little. Sure, he’s seen a few students get hexed, some by him, but they’d never just dealt with it and continued walking in the halls. They’d either have to hope their friends knew the counter curse or they’d end up in the hospital wing and had Madam Pomfrey help them back to normal. These muggles really are just… strange.

The restaurant looked old and desperately needed a remodel but by Merlin, it smelled amazing. “Now, are you getting a yee-roh sandwich or are you getting something else?” you mocked his previous correction with a playful roll of your eyes. Draco looked at the menu but it didn’t matter as he didn’t know the first thing about Greek food. What the hell did my father force me to take lessons for? “Do you want me to just order for you?” you asked as he kept browsing for too long. There were only 12 things on the menu but it still confused him.

He held back a snarl as he agreed to your help. He stood aside as you ordered and waited until it sounded like you were done, then headed up to the window to pay. “Oh, you don’t have to. I insisted I would pay,” you tried to push his hand away and reach for your credit card but he proceeded to hand the money to the cashier. “It’s nothing.”

“Here or to-go?” the lady asked with a thick New York accent. The two of you just looked at each other waiting for someone to say something. “Do you want to just-”

“Eat it here?” He looked at the small space and saw only one unoccupied table by the window. One of two tables. No longer growling, his stomach was shaking nearly violently, indicating that he can’t wait any longer. It was a strange feeling to be starving. Never had he ever had to wait for food at Malfoy Manor nor at Hogwarts. Whether it was house elves or first years, someone always ran to get him food with a snap of his fingers. “Yeah, here’s fine.”

The lady handed your plates to you as he went to claim the small table before someone else did. He looked around the space with a slight disgusted look. It’s not that it was run by muggles, but just because the place looks so old and kind of dirty. Even the house elves at the Manor lived in better conditions. The corner he sat in made him feel slightly claustrophobic. How do they sit and enjoy anything like this?

You sat the food on the table and shook your jacket off on to the chair. Draco watched as you placed the plates as neatly in front of you both. He couldn’t help but notice the rings that covered most of your fingers. Some were simple silver bands, some bronze bands, and some looked like wire that had a wrapped, colorful rock in the center. They were mismatched but coordinated at the same time. If that made any actual sense.

You started some simple small-talk, “So, what brings you all the way out here?”

“I got a better job opportunity,” Draco responded. His voice sounded uninterested, and his eyes stared at the plate. It had three pieces of meat on a bed of white rice, a small salad and a little dipping bowl of some white sauce. He dipped the meat into the sauce and as he tasted it, he nearly groaned in content. The flavors danced around his mouth and he had to hold himself back from devouring the whole plate in a matter of seconds.

He could feel you staring at him but chose not to look up to see judgement in your eyes. Whether it was with amusement or not. The food was so good and he would most definitely order another one to-go on his way out for his lunch break tomorrow. I’m definitely bringing Blaise and Theo here.

“What kind of job do you do?” Draco stopped chewing his food and swallowed nervously. He should’ve expected this kind of question sooner or later, but here he was sitting in silence trying to figure out what to say. He couldn’t just tell you that he’s a Healer because then that would lead to more questions and that’d be more answers he couldn’t give you. “What, you don’t wanna tell me?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him as he continued his silence.

Finally, the word popped in his mind, “I’m a doctor.” Hopefully that ends that conversation.

“That’s cool, what kind of doctor are you?” Shit. There’s more than one kind?

“Uh, I work with people who come into the hospital with major injuries like a broken arm and such,” Draco stuttered.

“So, an emergency room doctor. You work in the ER then,” you concluded with a hand over your mouth as you chewed. “Y-yeah, that.” Draco tried not to sound suspicious. “What about you?”

You cleared your throat, drank some of your soda and pointed out the window, “You see that store over there? Soul Beads? That’s my store.” It was weird how coincidental it was that of all streets to drive into and of all people to run into, he ran into you coming out of your personally owned store. Looking back at you, he saw your face relax and smile at the building. “What do you sell? I’m assuming it’s not food seeing as you didn’t invite me in.”

Now it was time for you to stutter, “Oh, just candles and stuff. Nothing too flashy.” You poked at your food and took small bites of it. There was an awkward silence between you two for about ten minutes before you started the conversation before, “Assuming you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, will you just be working that day?” Draco didn’t know much about the holiday, only that he was getting paid more that day.

“Yeah, I’ll be at the hospital for the night. Probably until four in the morning.”

“Well that sucks. You’ll miss out on the greatest American tradition that is Black Friday,” you chuckled.

“What’s that?” Yet another thing Draco didn’t understand.

“Black Friday is when people fight to the death for a discount on things like appliances and tvs. It’s quite amusing to watch,” you slightly exaggerated. Keyword slightly. Draco had wide eyes as he heard the description. “I’m sorry, to the death?”

With that, you laughed so hard you placed one hand flat against your chest and the other held the table with a tight grip as if you were to fall from your seat. He then realized you actually didn’t mean to the literal death and mentally scolded himself for being so gullible. You continued laughing and he rolled his eyes before chuckling to himself. You leaned back up and wiped some tears underneath your eyes, “Oh my god, I needed that laugh.”

A shiver went up Draco’s spine once he caught a glimpse of your smile. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you smile at all. Before your little argument, you would smile towards him and all the other neighbors all the time. But this never happened before. He looked away from your eyes and tried to find anything else to look at. Tilting his head up, he saw an air conditioning unit. Oh, that’s why.

Small talk ended there with a clear of his throat and proposed to go home. Draco saw how you looked a little disappointed and forced a small, kind smile on your face, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda late and I don’t want to keep my mother waiting. God knows what she’s done to my house while I was gone.” He wasn’t going to keep pressing on the matter as he figured they still weren’t close enough for that. One dinner didn’t make them friends in his book. It wasn’t terrible, though. Maybe he would do it again.

Walking to their own cars, she said “See you around, neighbor,” and got into her car and drove off. He just nodded his head as he always did and drove off as well. They arrived home at the same time and walked inside without looking at each other, thinking that it would just be weird to keep saying goodbye.

—

It was finally Thanksgiving, and Y/B/N and Stephanie were going to be over around three in the afternoon. Your mother was more of a pain than usual, waking you up at six in the morning to do last minute cleaning, grocery shopping, and starting on roasting the ham. The loud argument over ham or turkey in the grocery store the week before lasted for an embarrassing two hours after your mother caved and let you pick the main entree for dinner.

Once you got an hour to yourself, you went to your closet in the hall and grabbed a small glass jar then walked to your backyard for some lavender. You walked to the kitchen for a stick of cinnamon, placed the items on the kitchen counter and walked quickly to your room for something small. Your eyes found a loose ribbon on the floor and grabbed it then went back to the kitchen.

You put all the items into the jar and browsed the kitchen for one more thing. There was a bouquet of flowers on the dining table that your mother bought. Perfect. You grabbed a couple flowers and took the petals to mix in the jar. Once you were done, you chanted to yourself three times:

“Goddess, please take the negativity out of this kitchen.

Replace it with positivity and love. So mote it be.”

You heard your mother waking up from her nap from the guest room and ran into the kitchen to hide the jar somewhere she couldn’t see it. The spell can’t exactly work if she sees something to nag about. She walks in the kitchen and sees you looking suspicious.

She looks at you with squinted eyes - mainly because she had just woken up - but said, “I’m not gonna ask what you’re up to. Can you make the potato salad? I like the way you make it better.” You silently agreed as you looked for the things in the fridge and grabbed a large bowl to mix it in. Your mother walks up to one of the cabinets to grab a pot to boil the potatoes with, only to find the thing you tried to hide. “What’s this, honey?”

You stammered over your words trying to find an explanation before she cut you off, “It’s pretty with all the things in there. You should keep it out.” She placed it beside a photo on the countertop and walked away to fill the pot with water. You were surprised she didn’t ask any further questions. You continued cooking and had a hopeful smile on your face. Maybe it won’t be so bad tonight.

The doorbell rang and you both looked at the clock on the wall. It read 1:55 and you looked at each other in confusion. “Y/B/N must be early,” your mother guessed and went to the door to let him in. The greeting was loud as she greeted him in. You could hear your little brother’s laugh with enthusiasm as he walked into your kitchen, “What’s up, big sis?”

You placed the utensils down and ran up to him with your arms up, “I’ve missed you too, baby brother.” He was much taller than you as he picked you up and hugged you tightly. You slightly swung your legs to give him the signal to let you go. He got his height from your dad, leaving you short thanks to your mother. Your brother had a big smile on his face and you reciprocated the smile. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen each other.

“Oh, lemme introduce you. Steph, c’mere!” He looked over his shoulder and called for the special guest. A beautiful woman with long, chocolate brown hair and doe blue eyes walked next to Y/B/N. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Stephanie.” She held her hand out causing you to quickly wipe your hands on your apron. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/B/N has told me so much about you. I was so nervous to meet you,” Stephanie admitted with a slight blush on her cheeks. “I wonder what this dummy told you. I bet you I can tell you more embarrassing stories about him,” you jabbed his arm.

“That’s not fair, I didn’t say anything all that bad. You’ll hex me or some shit,” he had his hands up in defense.

“Y/B/N!” Your eyes widened and you laughed nervously, “Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot.”

Stephanie looked back and forth at the two of you and finally settled on you, waving a hand, “Oh no, that’s okay. I practice, too.” Wait, what? It seemed your mother thought the same exact thing, only out loud. “Yeah, Stephanie also does the same thing you do. Crazy, right?”

Your mother stood shocked before them, not saying anything. Your brother had a smile that wasn’t exactly fitting the situation. Stephanie had a kind smile, and although you were visibly surprised that your little brother’s girlfriend was, of all things, also a Wiccan, you were laughing inside at your mother.

This is gonna be the most interesting Thanksgiving ever.

—

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A Dramatic Entrance - Closed Starter w/ @shotdownbutstillalive‘s Naga!Sixty & Naga!Rachel

Life was peaceful in her village. Life was good. Life was sacred, something celebrated from beginning to end. The naga woman who governed and protected it made certain that their way of life was preserved and maintained. Protected from those that would threaten it.

For what does a mother do but protect her young?

As such, she had to keep a careful watch of her people and for any who would dare harm them. Other nagas, predators, humans with malintent, any and all threats would have to be assessed by her.

But it was not often that she was told to investigate something. Or rather, politely asked by a little girl with a small tug on her arm. “Mãe cobra?” She asked.

Portuguese was a language Rachel knew and ensured was taught in her village alongside Spanish and English as well as her own native tongue, referred to as Snaketongue in all three respective languages. It was helpful knowing multiple languages as it bridged the gaps of communication with others quite nicely.

Smiling, the naga woman bent down, putting herself at eye level with the little girl. “Sim, Gabriela?”

“There's a funny snake man lying in the jungle.” The little Brazillian girl known as Gabriela asked the naga. “Can you come look, por favor?

A funny snake man? Surely a naga. But lying? That was...interesting. Not sleeping or dead. Just...lying. How odd. But the young human girl didn’t seem to perturbed otherwise, so Rachel saw no reason to frighten or panic her. “Of course, dear.”

Tepidly, she left the village with the little girl leading her by the hand, her small one dwarfed by her own. She never tired of how small a child’s hand was compared to hers. So small...yet full of so much potential.

They were her pride and joy. Always.

Once they had found the naga, it was a very curious sight indeed. He belonged to no species she had ever seen, his scales more prominently protruding from his skin and rougher to the touch than her smooth coils. Not to mention the sandy splotchy colouring being unlike any jungle creature she had ever encountered.

She flicked her forked tongue out. No sign of musking. But he wasn’t dead. She could sense his heartbeat from this close. Yet, he was lying belly-up as though he were defeated. So strange...lying in such a vulnerable position.

But she could never be too careful.

“You did well, little one.” She cooed to Gabriela, picking her up and giving the small giggling child a gentle kiss on the forehead, brushing her hair our of her face. “Now, go find your mother. I’ll handle this.”

Once she placed the human girl on the ground and watched her go, certain she was out of harm’s way, Rachel began circling the naga male, her splotchy scales smoothly gliding over the jungle foliage beneath them as she examined him. “Olá, você está bem?” She attempted once in Portuguese. “Hola, ¿estás bien?” She tried once again in Spanish. “Hello, are you alright?” English.

Then, one last attempt in her own language. “Ava'yorn, re wux kepatmasto?”

[lisinfleur]

[VPR to all] If you had the chance to learn a language in a snap of fingers which would it be? (except for English and any Nordic language)

What about you Lis? (No exceptions for you)

Oh, but that’s not fair, why can’t we learn English? Björn whines. 

Spanish seems to be a very interesting language. Says Hvitserk. 

Definitely Latin. Says Ubbe I would like to understand what names those Christian priests were calling me at the time I spent in their church.

I would like to learn Russian Says Sigurd So I can understand what names Ivar is cursing at me when we argue nowadays. 

Ivar giggles, acid.

Oh, maybe then I should learn the Brazillian Portuguese Lis taught you so the two of you could talk and plan behind my back! 

Lis smiles at you, ignoring the fight they’re about to start. 

If I could? I would like to learn the Brazillian Libras - the language of signs for Brazilian deaf/mute people. 

(and Swedish, so I could understand David’s interviews without googling it haha)

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[lingdragon]

Hi @tonguemadeoffire​! I’m your emergency Santa :) Unfortunately I’ve never studied any of your target languages, so I won’t attempt making a post about grammar or vocab, but instead I’ll share with you some interesting things that I’ve found on youtube and other places :)

Mexican Sign Language

I don’t know how fluent you are in LSM, so I’ll just link everything I find useful:

A playlist with basics of LSM

A Look Into Mexican Sign Language

About deaf community in Mexico

Visiting the Deaf School in Mexico City

You can also just have a look at the entire channel Deafinitely Wanderlust :) It’s has a bit more “international” approach to sign languages, but I think the content is interesting anyway :)

Christmas Signs in ASL / Señas Navideñas en LSM  (and you can check out the entire channel Dynamic Hands ASL & LSM)

Brazilian Portuguese

Speaking Brazilian Language School - a youtube channel full of learning videos!

Easy Brazillian Portuguese youtube playlist

Brazilian Portuguese Slang 

And this is something to read - I thought it could be interesting to you, since you like history and anthropology: Indigenous History and Anthropology in Brazil

Latin

And something Christmas-y at the end :D I like this version of Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus (a Christmas carol in Latin), it’s performed by a choir of Polish friars from the Dominican Order :)

(here are the lyrics with translations)

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So that’s it - I hope you found something interesting to you in this post :) Happy Holidays and all the best in New Year!

[isabeladraws]

RULES: answer 20 questions, then tag bloggers you want to get to know better.

NAME: isabela

NICKNAME: isa/belinha/bela 

ZODIAC SIGN: pisces sun, sag moon, scorpio rising

HEIGHT: 152cm. don’t. just move along

LANGUAGES YOU KNOW: portuguese, english and i’m learning italian 

NATIONALITY: brazillian and portuguese

FAVORITE SEASON: spring and summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: peony and carnations

FAVORITE SCENT: this is hard because i’m not very attached to scents but something with citrus!

FAVORITE COLOR: pink & aqua

FAVORITE ANIMAL: cats

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: peeta mellark and harry potter

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee is disgusting. i drink tea 98% of the time, but i love hot coco too

AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: 10 hours. anything below 8 and i’ll be on auto-pilot barely functioning 

DOG OR CAT PERSON: cat, i love both tho

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: one!

DREAM TRIP: roadtrip around brazil and the us & thailand

BLOG ESTABLISHED: oh god.. maybe 2014? just checked and it’s 2015.

FOLLOWERS: 2k+ tysm 😭💜

RANDOM FACT: i hate sweet oranges. do what you want with that

tysm for tagging me @liyanin! 💞

[pearlcscent]

tag game! tagged by @likemoonlights​! thank u babe💞

name: isabela nickname(s): bela for my friends, isa for my family zodiac sign: pisces sun height: 152cm... lol nationality: brazillian-portuguese languages spoken: english, portuguese and a bit of italian what time is it: 17h34 celebrity crush: right now, arón piper favourite fictional character: harry potter, carla rosón, the entire cast of parks & rec, kim junghwan from reply 1988.. gonna leave it at that favourite musician: exo, rosalía, banks, james bay, nct... I CAN’T PICK favourite sports team: does brazil nt count?  favourite season: spring favourite flower: peonies and carnations favourite scent: citrus, fruity, a bit floral too favourite colour: light pink and aqua! favourite animal: cats and birds i’d say. i love all of them favourite food(s): bolognese pasta dream car: i don’t have one! i don’t know a single thing about cars dream trip: thailand, skor, roadtrip around the usa instruments: none... coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with the occasional hot coco dog or cat person: cat following: 300+ followers: 300+ other blogs: @isabeladraws​ @ilhxyz​ art blog and inspo blog! blog established: probably 2014 or something like that. i’ve been on here way longer than that, maybe even in 2009? lmaooo  do you have a tumblr crush? nope do you get asks? rarely on this blog your lucky number: 3 what are you wearing right now: pink hello kitty pyjamas, the tired artist ootd drink of choice: iced tea, water, tea or coke number of blankets you sleep with: two at max average sleep hours: 9 to 11 hours random fact: my first concert was a justin bieber during believe era

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three cities you want to visit: seoul, positano, prague favourite marvel character: peter parker! white chocolate, yay or nay? nay favourite board game: i don’t play many board games how many countries have you been to? four favourite thing to do on a rainy day: watch tv shows, curled up in some blanket with snacks your best friend’s middle name: i only remember one of my bff’s and it’s filipa! favourite holiday: christmas! pen or pencil? pencil? i don’t use pens often anymore favourite kind of soup: with pasta and mince and potatos and a thick broth typical order at a cafe or coffee shop: hot coco favourite ride at an amusement park: rollercoasters and bump cars! god i miss going on a good rollercoaster the colour of your sneakers: white! favourite pbs show (or little kids’ show if you don’t have pbs): winx, card captor sakura, atla are all i can think of at the top of my head blogs you think deserve all the love: mutuals and other artists!! 

tagging @chasing-colors​ @esseksthelyss 

[i-m-snek]

Body language of different species of snake

I got a request to help educate new people on snake body language. This is, admittedly, something that is incredibly difficult for me personally to describe. A lot of it is not only in the positioning of the snake itself, but the quick movements and other small details that are hard to describe and capture in picture. However I will do my best to describe each species I keep’s body language and what each position means. One thing however, don’t read this and immediately think “Well I know body language now, so I can go handle any snake!”. While body language is a good starting point, you ALWAYS want to learn the specific personality of individual animals. This is not the end-all-be-all of body language, it is just a beginning step. With that in mind, let’s get this started!

We will start with the most popular species, ball pythons. They are easy to read 90% of the time and you’ll be able to tell how they are feeling. We will start with a relaxed pose

This is a relaxed basking pose. The animal will be curious if you touch it, but will likely not bite or hiss.

This is actually a curious pose. Yes her neck is in a slight S position, however its because she is checking out her surroundings. Look at the mouth, if you do not see an O shape at the opening, its curious.

Uncomfortable, “please don’t touch me” pose. Hidden face in coils, wrapped tightly around self. If touched will likely push your hand away and hiss. Do not ignore these signs, if you handle an animal in a mood like this its more likely to trust you less in the future because you did not respect its boundaries.

Mildly annoyed/nervous. This will often happen on accident, the animal will hide its face and hold completely still. During this time you want to leave the animal alone to become comfortable again. Once it is comfortable again its best to put it back in the enclosure.

(Photo of @wheremyscalesslither‘s Tauriel)  This is a BACK OFF I WILL BITE pose. Notice the open mouth, S position with a good amount of the upper body off the ground? That means leave the snake alone or it will bite.

Thats about all for ball pythons, lets move on to corn snakes

Corn snakes have less to learn. They essentially have two positions that need to be learned. The first is relaxed

(ignore the substrate, it was a picture from upwards of five years ago) for corn snakes, stretched out or coiled up, as long as the snake is low to the ground and the tail isn’t moving, its relaxed and good to pick up.

(picture from Smithsonian national zoo) Defensive, I will bite, do not pick up! The snake will be up in the air, head flattened, S position to the max, and often times will rattle their tail. This is obviously an agitated animal, do not mess with. (On another note, sometimes a snake will tail rattle at you with no other sign of agitation. It’s better to leave them be).  Part of the reason I love to recommend corns as beginner snakes is because their body language is very open and obvious.  That body language translates over to kingsnakes as well

One thing kings will do different, you will smell. Kingsnakes are muskers. If you ignore their body language and pick them up, they will wipe disgusting smelling pee-ish substance called musk all over you. Its gross.

Next up, brazillian rainbow boas. These guys are incredibly difficult to read, at least for me. They often seem to ‘bite out of nowhere’ (its not actually out of no where) and its hard to pick up on how they are feeling. Its also hard to capture in pictures.

A lot of BRBs indicators are in the motions they do. Moving quickly, low to the ground, and attempting to tunnel means they are stressed. While they can be picked up, they should be left alone. Stretched out, moving slowly, and short tongue flicks mean a relaxed snake.

Whites of the eyes showing and slow tongue flicks. Snake is uncomfortable, and could be pushed to bite. If the snake completely freezes and angles the head up, along with looooong sloooow tongue flicks, you are likely to get bitten. Hold completely still until the snake loses interest and begins moving again. Put back in enclosure asap. Once you learn the tells of these guys it gets much easier to figure out if they are going to bite, as when they bite they do not rear back or give any other obvious indicators except for the ones I mention above.

(I am skipping hognoses, I have only owned Kirby for a few months and I am still learning his specific language myself)

Last, and the most difficult, will be scrub pythons. These animals are incredibly intelligent, and aren’t afraid to show when they are upset. As a species they have a tendency to be cage defensive, and well, bitey in general. However this is a species that once trust is earned, it becomes much easier to read the animal. Lets begin with a relaxed scrubby

Scrub pythons are a semi aboreal animal, and are often happier in the trees than on the ground. A relaxed scrub python will be coiled up on a branch or on the ground, with the head comfortably perched in the coils. Do not immediately grab them, as they are bird hunters and often wake up hungry and striking. Gently touch the animal with an item to wake them, then attempt to pick them up. Make sure hands are clean of any prey item scent, as with all species but especially these ones.

Curious. A curious scrub python will be perched loosely, with the head outstretched towards whatever it can reach. This is the safest they can be as they are awake, alert, aware of their surroundings and relaxed. They will rear back a little when something moves, but as long as they don’t quickly move forward they are still comfortable.

(photo from underground reptiles.)

The ‘i will bite you’ position. Reared up, pulled back, and neck in an immediate S shape. This is a biting position. Leave the snake be.

Calm and relaxed. While the neck is in the S position, the animal is not reared up. The tongue will be flicking every once and a while, and the animal may turn its head suddenly to look at movement. 

Alert. The snake will be lurching forward, either in an s position or straight forward. Your next actions dictate whether the snake goes into feeding mode, bite mode, or relaxed mode. No two animals are the same on what makes them go into each mode, so you want to learn the individual animals. And thats about it! Those are just the bare basics of each animal, there are MANY other things they can and will do to communicate with you. Small noises here and there, tail movements, head movements, etc but those are very difficult to explain. You can use this guide as a starting point, but please do not use it as an end all be all of species body language. As I said, each animal is different and honestly some may not even stick to these specific basics. This is just a fairly good starting point for those just starting to learn.

[lesbischavatrice]

2tagged by: the amazing @hosie4legacies thank yoooou ❤️

1. NAME: Camila

2. NICKNAMES: Cami

3. ZODIAC SIGN: Aries

4. HEIGHT: 5′7″

5. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Portuguese & English (trying to learn some french)

6. NATIONALITY: Brazillian

7. FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

8. FAVORITE FLOWER: not really a flower girl but i love when they have cool colors... lol 

9. FAVORITE SCENT: Lavender

10. FAVORITE COLOR: burgundy

11. FAVORITE ANIMAL: Doggooos

12. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Hope Mikaelson

13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate

14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: like 6...7... 8 when i’m lucky lol

15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dog! (I’m a play with your cat have a dog person)

16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: when it’s hot none... when its cold i’d say 3

17. DREAM TRIP: Philippines!!  

18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: it was on march 2011. (I believe in 2016 or so i went on hiatus and came back only now)

19. FOLLOWERS: 2360

20. RANDOM FACT: uuhm... i’m a filmmaker and hope to write/produce/direct a tv show or movie one day...

tagging: you are all invited to do this! I don’t know many of you so i’m sorry for not tagging! so if you are reading this... you’re now tagged <3

[kanehon]

Tagged by @babyseraphim​

name: Stein

nickname: Either Stein or Kanehon are my  preferred go to,

zodiac sign: Aquarius

height: 5′1 /1,55m

language:  Portuguese native, english secondary

nationality: Brazillian

favorite flower: Lily

favorite animal: I love so many, but let’s put felines up there

favorite scent: Fruit smells, especially orange

favorite fictional character: that’s also a hard one, because many, but Percy and Molly from critical role are up there, Maedhros from the silmarillion too

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate, just had one too. love tea as well

average sleep: generally go to bed at 2am, and if I can, get up midday/1pm

dream vacation: Patagonia. Also visit a bunch of places with @babyseraphim

blog established:  Tumblr archive says august 2012

cats or dogs: Cats

random fact: One of my (3) cats is called Carrot

gender: who knows not me

sexuality: bisexual

where from: currently living in São Paulo

why did you start this blog: I think because my friend had one and told me to?

most recently played album: Lost Souls, Loreena McKennitt

I tag @pavo-mirabilis and @subshrubs if you’d like to do it :3

[lewyn-martell]

rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better

tagged by @laurels-things thanks! you seem like such a nice person!

i. nickname?

lui or simply lu

ii. zodiac sign?

scorpio

iii. height?

165 cm... I'm not sure if I'm below average height on my country, but I believe brazillian people are pretty short. I may be the shortest amongst the boys in my class but I'm the tallest amongst the girls (except one girl who is nearly 180cm i stg) and as a nonbinary person this is a good place to be, i think.

iv. hogwarts house?

hufflepuff :D

v. last thing I googled?

amongst or among — i was unsure if i was using the word correctly sjbshsbshsvs

vi. fav musicians?

THE BEATLES (all 4 of them, but john lennon speaks to my soul in ways i can't describe... the way he makes me feel is something out of this world)

david bowie

elton john

brendon urie from panic! at the disco

the boys from green day

aaand i have mad respect for some soundtrack musicians bc i eat these up constantly. i like ramin djwadi, michael giacchino, ennio morricone, danny elfman, jonny greenwood (yeah i know he's from radiohead but i haven't listened a lot of stuff from this band yet and his phantom thread compositions are SUCH A BOP), hans zimmer and i've been also listening to the score of the shape of water by alexandre desplat (i like him, but jonny greenwood was ROBBED) so maybe that'll be a future fave. also i love a lot of composers for disney animated musicals but if i start i won't ever shut up. but i love almost all of the disney soundtracks.

i would say some time ago whoever wrote the songs for the smiths which i believe includes morrisey, but i recently found out he is extremely right wing and i don't think i can still like someone with these kinds of inhumane views on people&society... i'm disappointed

vii. song stuck in your head?

currently bad boy (the beatles' cover of the song), john's vocals make my pulse speed up since the first verse

viii. following?

2234 nfbdjdbjdsbjshs but i think most of the people i followed years ago are no longer active, i must go through the list and try to do a spring cleaning or something

ix. followers?

408... and like half of these i gained only the last two months or something... and i don't know why shdbsjbshsbs maybe it's the beatles thing

x. do you get asks?

i don't, but that's ok because i don't know if i have a lot of interesting things to say... but if you wanna get something off your chest, go ahead, i love to listen to/read drama 👀

xi. amount of sleep?

tricky question because it constantly changes, sometimes i don't sleep at all bc i have to leave the house at 5h20 in the morning to go to uni and i stay awake until late and when i realize i have to go shower already dhsbshbshsvshs and then when i come back i sleep for like... 10 hours or smth or i don't bc i got stuff to do and i accumulate sleep and then there will be a day of the week i'll just shut down for 15 hours. mostly i try to go to bed around 23h and wake up around 4h45, so that makes it almost 6 hours .

xii. lucky number?

never noticed any particular number that favors me

xiii. what are you wearing?

t-shirt, shorts, it's hot as hell here

xiv. dream job?

don't have one, just want one that won't consume me so i have time to do stuff i'm actually interested in

xv. dream trip?

also don't have one

xvi. instruments?

flute, some percussion, some guitar, i wish i had actually studied music besides the basic stuff... i still wanna learn to properly play something and not just beat some bongos during carnival

xvii. languages?

portuguese, english, bit of spanish only cause of the similarities with portuguese and 4 years of classes in middle school...but still, can't speak or write, only read and listen

xviii. favorite songs?

oh my god... ok...

i was making this in list format but it got way too big... it's still big i'm sorry

the beatles: i want you (she's so heavy), strawberry fields forever, across the universe, oh! darling, and your bird can sing, tomorrow never knows, mother nature's son, yer blues, golden slumbers, i am the walrus, i me mine, long tall sally (little richard cover), you can't do that, what you're doing, ticket to ride, rain, eleanor rigby, happiness is a warm gun, i'm so tired, blue jay way, for you blue, in my life, anna go to him (cover).

david bowie: time, cygnet committee, unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed, tvc15, life on mars, young americans, queen bitch

panic! at the disco: that green gentleman, she had the world, build god then we'll talk, nearly witches, emperor's new clothes, bittersweet, nine in the afternoon, northern downpour, behind the sea, stall me, the piano knows something i don't know

green day: jesus of suburbia, brutal love, hitchin a ride, blood sex and booze, give me novacaine, whatsername, last night on earth

the smiths: this charming man, panic, how soon is now

elton john: goodbye yellow brick road, bennie and the jets, rocket man

queen: somebody to love, killer queen

strawberry swing - coldplay

welcome home - radical face

joão e maria - chico buarque

barbara rose - jonny greenwood

bachianas brasileiras no 5 - heitor villa-lobos

le festin - michael giacchino, camille

rains of castamere - ramin djwadi

unchained melody - a lot of versions from a lot of artists

another day - paul mccartney

meu erro - paralamas do sucesso

flor de lis - djavan

love the way you lie - rihanna&eminem

man! i feel like a woman - shania twain

xix. random fact?

well, it's not really a fact i think... i'm moving (again) but this time is to my father's house because my mum is moving to the south of the country... and i'm so fucking scared because we aren't close at all (i met him when i was 14) i mean, he seems nice enough, all of our interactions have been mostly pleasant but his wife (and probably he himself too) is a bit conservative in the brazillian traditional white family way (she's white cause she's a southern. i know yall think all latinos are poc,,,, but that's not true) but then again, that's something i had to live with all my life so i can handle casual homophobia and racism and sexism... but it will still be so weird cause i never been away from my mum too long (i'm... a momma's boy). i'm going next week i think, wish me luck.... (also he's got two dogs who won't leave me the fuck alone, i get out of the shower and they drool all over me, they know i'm a beta so they keep getting on top of me and since they're HUGE and i'm such a weakling i can't even get them off me and i can't scold them with a strong voice, i just can't do it... i mean, don't get me wrong i like them... but... they like me way too much and keep making me dirty.. i hate being dirty)

xx. aesthetic?

farm aesthetic..... idealistic farm aesthetic habshabaha like marie antoinette's pettit chateau. also the whole pretty odd aesthetic and strawberry swing by coldplay aesthetic

i'm tagging (probably less than 21 ppl) @zutaralesbian @ekscelsior @benstolemyhearty @lannistermartell @tyrionlannysters @avatars-legend @cerseiofhouselannister @falconsredwing @gendryayaya @glittering-snowfall @agirlandabeast @bugband @alittlebigpotato @vairemelde @charmeilon @jawn-lemon @antilennon @im-only-sweeping @ssimsass

i hope tumblr actually notifies you guys, i had problems with the last one...