#eng fic

[yurieater69]

doodle dump

[turrondeluxe]

Opinion on the hc that the (2012) turtles are bilingual (with there first language being Japanese) ?

(Kansjevdjdhud, I love that hc smm<3)

ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE HEADCANON EVER

i love multilingual turtles!!!

i do think 2012 it's the one iteration that seems to be more in touch with yoshi's culture the most.

this might be for the fact that yoshi didn't have absolutely anyone at all when he arrived to new york, a complete unknown different place to him.

it's not literally specificed but one can deduce yoshi got the four turtles in the first place as an attempt to not feel as lonely after losing his family,his clan and being exiled.

so after the mutation i feel like yoshi would have taught the boys how to speak and read in japanese first instead of english since he would have been trying to find a level of normalcy and comfort in all he was going trough.

Another fact is that the brothers are used to splinter telling them stories as a way to pass the time when they were growing up. I like to think he tells them stories about different things like legends and just silly random stories from his past, all in yoshi's og language.

The show also shows it a lot! the brothers speak and understand japanese words pretty randomly! So i do think they mostly speak it while they are by themselves exclusively and at home instead of english (probably not much when april or casey are around as to not make them feel left out of the conversation tho)

also another fun silly headcanon i like is that mikey somehow speaks and understands spanish because of how he says random words of the language in the show too lol. as to how he learnt it himself idk tho. he probably found some telenovelas in vhs or smt lmao

[fishareglorious]

reading the latest chapter of the isokania elope to the americas fic and oh my god.

kakania got scammed by tennant im losing my shit giggling

IM LOSING MY SHIT EVEN MORE BOTH OF THEM GOT SCAMMED BY TENNANT TRYING TO BUY JEWELRY FOR EACH OTHER

[sinvulkt-art]

Fanart for The Count of Monte-Cristo but with wings serie Les Aigles du Caucase (ao3 link embed), that @jenae-0 , @azzzryel , Nanaille and me ( @sinvulkt ) are writing.

You can find the one shot where Edmond grow wings on tumblr here, if interested. It’s in french though :3.

Here are the two models I used for drawings (bcs I still desperately need them xd).

I loved the ’Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’ vibes (which are probably a volontary choice from the photographer of this scene), so I chose that picture as my ref :3.

And Edmond has Cormoran wings bcs they dive underwater well and ca live on the coast.

[tu-es-gegg]

I don't know if I've said this before but one of my pet peeves in qsmp fics is making the dialogue of the non English speakers so like eloquent. Like English as a speaking language is like, real fuckin hard to get down if you don't primarily watch and understand english.

My mother tongue is Malay and when I was trying to speak it I had to communicate in VERY basic sentences that basically consist of noun, verb, maybe conjunction, maybe preposition then done.

"I eat an apple" type stuff, that's the level I could do and to communicate simple ass stuff, that was serviceable, complex ideas had to be summed down to it's BARE essentials, and that's the case in for non English speaker speaking english

Like there's no fancy stuff like idioms and metaphors and sayings, even basic stuff us English speakers look over:

Complex words (esp those that are hard to pronounce when reading it litterally): interested, supposed, achieve

Sayings, idioms and weird conjunctions: for what it's worth, go nuts, given that...

Every verb tense form combo ever: have burnt, have BEEN burnt, have BURNED

Look up any grammar chart for English and pretend it's in a language you barely know, do you understand how that feels

There's a certain level of having consumed English media and studied a WHOLE lot more than just Duolingo to even get to that level of fluency, hell even get this level of WRITING IT

Speaking it, being aware of pronunciation and enunciations and other oral shit, trying very hard to translate it all in your head, is so much harder

It gets real hard for me to hear them and feel they are the characters when they speak so....perfectly. it's not wrong to write a character who is kinda poor in English, just as it's not wrong to write a character being terrible in another language!!! In fact the poor language is a part of that characterisation to me!!! PLEASE I BEG

[snoji]

this is still my favorite quote from a fanfic

[shbtcklyy]

colors and suns

Erwin buys some paint to cheer up Levi.

(lee!Levi, ler!Erwin)

[modern au, painting tickles, references to depression]

w/c: about 900 words

"So you, uh," Levi looked at the bag, "bought a coloring book paint to do the fucking BODY THERAPY art?"

"Exactly," Erwin said and smuggled.

"The knitting club would have the same effect so no, thank you," Levi growled at him and handled the bag to his hands. "Paint this shit by yourself!"

He turned back and disappeared in the kitchen. Erwin put the bag on the floor pursed his lips, offended.

"I'm still in, just in case!" he tried to outshout the sound of the pans and bowls, but it was too loud.

Erwin couldn't blame him for that. Levi didn't like it when he tried to help or to offer any kind of therapeutic aid. Pills and meditation (in this case just poor tryings, actually) were the only thing Levi accepted from his psychiatrist and he never tried to speak of his disorder again. Depressed? Okay, we got this, I can live my life.

He also was really sluggy after the pills, so they ended up on their couch watching TV. Erwin was massaging Levi's head with his fingers, his hair smelled like soap and grass. He couldn't help himself but kiss him in forehead once or twice.

"Le-evi" he murmured, "what if we still try it?"

Levi found Erwin's nose and pinched it.

"Do what'y want, I'm too tired too argue."

Erwin cheerfully jumped and went for the paint, screaming "take off your clothes!" from another room to his husband.

"What are you gonna draw?"

"What are you expecting me to draw?"

"I don't know. Draw a flower."

Erwin opened up the green paint and poured a new brush in it.

"I'll draw on your back, is it ok?" he asked to get the nod and brushed over his spine.

"Ouf, it's cold," Levi whined. Erwin drew a stem and started painting the leafs on his sides, thinking of continuing this pattern on the front, but Levi suddenly shivered, when he got lower.

"Are you alright?" Erwin asked and stopped.

"Yeah. Yeah," Levi nodded. "Just do the thing."

Despite one thought crawling in his mind, Erwin continued painting the flower; returned the brush on the top, slowly stroked it down to the ribs - Levi shivered again - and poked it near the armpit.

"Raise your hand, I need to get to your other side," he muttered, tongue out from concentration.

"Are you doing this on purpose or what," Levi hissed at him. Erwin raised his eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"It tickles," Levi said.

"Don't worry, I'll finish soon," Erwin forcibly raised Levi's hand and brushed over his armpit. Levi twitched and snorted, loudly enough to provoke Erwin's interest. He changed his way and instead of painting on Levi's chest he returned to his ribs, pretending that he is coloring something.

"Erwin, stop," Levi growled through his teeth, but Erwin only grinned.

"It's not my fault that you're ticklish," he shrugged his shoulders and lowered to the tummy, thinking of taking a bigger brush.

"Just, just draw somewhere else, I don't know!" Levi was hardly holding back the giggles. Erwin stayed on his tummy for too long, painting unnecessary circles and patterns around his belly and pelvic line.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm almost done," he teased, going around the folds on Levi's tummy and swiped the brush behind his back again. "Is that too hard for you?"

Levi didn't answer. In a few seconds Erwin told him to lie down.

"Which paint now?" he asked, Levi only made a face:

"I don't care! Just do it fast."

Erwin sighed through his nostrils, poured the brush in yellow paint and without any shame started flowing it on the inner side of Levi's thighs. Levi jumped and squished them together; Erwin was taken aback.

"Levi, relax."

"What if you try to draw on something else?"

"Levi, it's for therapeutic purposes!"

He spread his thighs forcibly (he knew Levi wasn't stresses by this - his eyes were calm enough) and continued painting. He heard the giggles immediately.

"Erwin- Erwin, stop, stop, y-you drew enough," Levi held up his palm to his mouth, though Erwin knew what was hiding behind it, "Erwin, get that fucking brush out!.."

Erwin wasn't convinced enough by this, he smiled slyly while drawing small suns on Levi's thighs.

"Don't twitch!" he sang and drew a line to his knee bend; Levi bumped him in the his slightly, giggling. "I'm almost done, almost done!"

"Youhu said that five minutes agooDON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY KNEES!" he squealed, frantically kicking his legs. Erwin realized he found that place and concentrated on drawing circles behind the knee, enjoying that high-pitched laughter.

At the end he stopped drawing and began simply kissing the unpainted areas of his skin, pale skin, the veins seen. And Erwin had a thought, just one small thought that if Levi could smile a bit, that horrible dark part of their life will be gone for a minute. Just him, Levi and some happiness.

He climbed over his hips, kissed Levi on the stomach, between the ribs, in the neck, causing him to have quiet chuckles.

“I love you so much, Levi...” he whispered, and Levi ran his thin fingers through his hair, smiling limply. Erwin quickly kissed him on the lips and then suddenly tickled him under the ribs; Levi bucked and grunted with laughter.

“Come on, you,” he snorted. "You'll spill the paint..."

[nanaarchy]

And chapter 2 is out!

Blorbo time? I think it's blorbo time *does a funny little dance*

Tagging the beautiful artists @zillychu @they-bite here too hehehe >:3

[superconductivebean]

#395

i need to have poppy's combat and some other lines here somewhere

and some of imelda's

source ||| YT channel

[lessiasya]

Please, forgive me, my love.

What is real? Where is this thin line between reality and dreams? Phil isn't sure anymore. Nights were horrifying and the idea of sleeping gave him goosebumps.

It feels like, he never left the birdhouse. He still feels the cold, stuffiness and loneliness… It wasn't a dream, it can't be a dream. How did he fell asleep for a whole week, when he couldn't sleep after Chayanne's and Tallulah's disappearens? They are on his mind every second. Are they safe? Are they scared? Are they in danger? He can't look at empty beds, so he moves into Chayanne's room. It's big and bright, it's home. Sleeping bag is his bed or at least was his bed. Because every time he closes his eyes, he sees wooden house among dark forest, black concrete instead of windows, birds with same fate as him and his kids' things… His eyes starts watering and he can't hold himself.

He is The Angel of Death or at least he was. Now he feels empty inside, if someone put small bird in a box and threw it out in the sea. Black clipped wings feel like a useless weight on his back. Why does he needs them?

Metal door creaks, and tall figure appeared in the doorframe. "Mi amor… I thought you were asleep" Missa is soft, he always were, but now he cheerish Phil like he is the most precious treasure. Or if Phil was a crystal vase, hat will break in a light breeze. But why though? What did Phil do to deserve it? He failed their family, Phil let this happen. He wasn't carefull enough. He was a mess. "I told you. It wasn't your fault." Missa's hands are cold, but so soft on Phil's face. Long fingers brush tears from his cheeks. "And what happend to you, wasn't your fault either. We will figure these out" Phil didn't say a word, but Missa understands it in another way. He know how his husband clapes his wings closer to his back, when he stressed. Missa knows that hair very important to his husband and they're messy, it means that something is wrong. Even the fact that Phil was awfully quite this whole time.

Avian feels himself being pulled into a gentle hugs while long fingers untangle the knots in his hair. It's nice, it is comfort, it is home. Home where he feels safe, where he feels real. Missa is his beacon of reality. Phil knows that the islanders needs someone who will stay strong, knows that it needs to be him. He want to help everyone, but just for the second…. He wants to be selfish, he wants to cuddle with Missa where he doesn't needs to be strong or brave. He just wants to be loved and feel that someone cares for him.

"Please, forgive me, my love." Phil mumbles, before fall asleep. But now, he feels safe, he feels at home…

[youphoriaot7]

It's noon. A war is coming. He needs to prepare.

He takes inventory. Stocks up on potions, golden apples. Buffs up his armor. Maxes out his sword. Roots through his backpacks, shuffling items around in a futile attempt to make himself seem more ready than he really is.

It won't be enough. He knows this. But he does it anyway.

It's two in the afternoon. He's been aimlessly rubbing the cloth against his sword blade for almost an hour now. He needs to get out of the house, get away from his thoughts.

So he heads out.

He chats with Pac, greets Mike—it was good to see them again after so long. He argues with Tubbo, fights with Roier. (He doesn't mention the fight to them. They don't need to know.)

Forever is hanging around, working on his presidential affairs with Richas. He takes as much joy as he can in messing with the other man. (It might be his last.)

Philza is up on the Wall, as usual, and he decides to swing by for a visit. He runs a few tasks with Tallulah, smiling as they wave when he leaves. (He's going to miss them.)

On his way back, he runs straight into Antoine and Baghera. It's much easier from him to hide from those he doesn't know—the two of them can immediately tell something's wrong, and they won't stop pushing him until he explains. He does, albeit reluctantly, and gets away from the group as quickly as possible, making joking and sarcastic excuses just like he always does. (It blankets their concern.)

It's four in the afternoon. A war is coming. And Etoiles is not prepared.

He knows he's going to die. But he keeps fighting anyways.

[hingabee]

i think everyone who speaks a language beside english (whether theyre esl or not) should write a fanfic in that language (or more, if you know more!) fandoms need more language diversity and its incredibly fun to read non-english fics, even if you have to use a translator or dictionary to help you at times! its a good tool to expand your vocabulary and understanding and i just think its neat

[roomba-mangga]

thinking of using this quote from The Little Prince as an opener to a yaad&thistle au one-shot

it's quiet fantasy and inspired by children's lit - mostly the little prince and howl's moving castle. sort of a warmup and cool-down exercise in between my darker fics, a character study for yaad and exploration of what their interactions might look like under slightly more positive circumstances (outside the context of a forced familial relationship). first draft snippet below:

[peridot-tears]

Jiao Liqiao calling Li Lianhua "biao ge" when.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

how would u guys feel if i killed luke for the second first time again

[kisses-4-loki]

I adore dashingfrost

I just love the concept of Fandral being in love with loki, unable to say anything because loki is his Prince and thors little brother, except loki is fond of him as well. And even though fandral knows he really couldn't be with loki because of the all father and thor and the crowns reputation, when loki looks up at him he really really wants to kiss him.

Loki's bright and innocent eyes peering the couple of inches up at him through his dark lashes, yet to reach the growth spurt he needs to only be a little shorter (because I love taller fandral). A small but *knowing* and *adoring* smile tugging at his lips, and the balm he wears to care for his lips as well as he cares for his skin makes them shiny. Fandral wants to know if they'd be soft against his own.

Equally, Loki loves how kind fandral is, even loves that he refuses to kiss him even though they both know he wants to. It's sweet, that fandral cares so much for his reputation that he refuses to do what he wants. But honestly, if the charming fool doesn't so something soon loki will just pull him into some unused hall and lean up to kiss him himself.

That's almost what happens- though it's fandral that pulls loki aside. He invites him on a walk through a quiet and disrepaired part of the gardens, summons flowers with the small spark of seidr that he has and, when loki accepts them with a shy look and a flush on his cheeks, he leans down to gently press a kiss to his lips. Loki kisses back, of course, because *finally* he is getting what *he* wants for a change and not what his father wants or "what's best for him".

There's a lot of sneaking around but they don't mind. Loki loves to be mischievous, and fandral is good at blending in in plain sight.