#i can't even read english never mind french

[clove-pinks]

An 1838 comic by Paul Gavarni, from the "Letterbox" series.

The gist of it is that Corporal Telemaque, shown with his hair in papers and in the process of being curled with a hot iron, must devise an excuse as to why he cannot meet with Monsieur le Sargent Major—seemingly being composed by the young lady with her hair down.

[minhosimthings]

The French Quotes Series ft.Enhypen

The five kings of various kingdoms over a lush piece of earth in the vast land of Paradoxica. Each ruled over their own share of land, passed on to the from generation to generation. Brothers by heart, and not by blood, they often met, one king going into the kingdom of another, drinking and merry making all day, before going back to their duties. The same old schedule, some blood here, some flowers there, and some weddings here and there. But sometimes Cupid takes pity on humans. And luckily for the Kings, he did exactly that.

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Dances Avec Les Etoiles ft. Heeseung

English translation: Dance With the Stars.

Kingdom name: Tarnow

Part 1 || Part 2 || The wedding

Plot: God how boring is love? For Lee Heeseung, it was perhaps the most boring thing in this rotten world. But for his parents, it meant buisness. And buisness meant getting Heeseung married off to a princess from another kingdom. And when the princess shares a peculiar interest, Heeseung starts to believe in Cupid again.

Status: Completed

A La Folie ft. Jay

English translation: To insanity.

Kingdom name: Vadronia

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || The Wedding

Plot: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Status: Completed

Mon coure t'appartient ft. Jake

English Translation: My heart is yours.

Kingdom name: Crasmere

Plot: Young love was so beautiful. And Jake believed in it so much. He believed in love perhaps a lot more than his brothers did. And it made sense, when you looked at his kingdom, which housed the most happiest people in the land. Unfortunately, Jake's best friend, was a sceptic, refusing to believe that love existed, even though she had hidden her feeling since the age of eleven. Well I wonder what Cupid has in store for these lovesick idiots.

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Avec toi, je suis moi ft. Sunghoon

English translation: With you, I am me.

Kingdom name: Isernia

Plot: Ice Prince. The coldest person in all of the land. Sombre expression on his face, cold eyes always present. No one could really read Park Sunghoon. Well almost no one. And when you came into his life, a kind of warmth wrapped around his coldness, and to his surprise, it felt good.

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Le monde est a nous ft. Sunoo

English translation: The world is ours.

Kingdom name: Lanark

Plot: Why must love always be so slow? Why can't it be completed In a fraction of a second, like a firecracker bursting? That was the question forever present in Kim Sunoo's mind. Yes he believed in love, but he never really understood, that it wasn't all roses and chocolates and kisses. Until you, the bane of his existence came into his life and taught by, second by second, what it meant to love a human, like a human.

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[winterrrnight]

secret admirer (reader's pov)

PAIRING: high schooler!soft!rafe cameron x high schooler!fem!reader

SUMMARY: the reader has a secret admirer who drops letters, flowers and some other little souvenirs in their locker.

WARNINGS: a lot of cliches, falling down and getting wounded, and some fluffy fluff :) if I missed something let me know! Please ignore any grammatical/spelling errors

EDITH SPEAKS: buckle up bffs because this is long!! Please note the following before you read:

both reader and Rafe are well versed in French.

The French translations are given side by side in the oneshot.

I don't speak French so everything has been gathered from the internet. If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

I'm not American so I've had a very different high school experience: I never had detentions in our school. So everything has been written based upon what I've seen in American shows :)

And that's it! I hope you enjoy reading, please like and/or reblog to show your love <3 feedback is highly appreciated! 💐

UPDATE: I have made a whole secret admirer universe! The link of its masterlist is given below <3

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As the class comes to an end, you walk out and go to your locker. You dial in your locker combination, and just as you open it, an envelope falls out and drops in the ground.

Confused, you bend down and pick it up. The envelope is plain white, and its flap is glued at place. You pull open on the flap, and find a folded piece of letter inside.

"Oooooo what's that?" Your friend says, smiling. "Looks like a love letter."

You shake your head. "I doubt it's a love letter," you say as you unfold your paper. A single sentence in cursive writing is scrawled on the paper. It takes you a second to realise it's written in French.

Je rêve de toi.

It translates to "I dream of you".

Who can write this to you? Thoughts clink around your mind like ice in a glass of water. Suddenly, you feel something drop out of the envelope. You look down at the floor, curious.

It's a little daisy.

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Since then, a little gift always awaits for you in your locker every few days. Every time it's a letter with a simple sentence in French written on it in fountain pen. It's accompanied with a little flower, or a small piece of chocolate, and one time, it was a bracelet.

You've tried your best to figure out who's been sending you these. No one in class has flirted with you, so you don't even have any options to consider. The thought that someone secretly likes you does make your heart swoon, but at the same time it also concerns you. What if it's someone pulling jokes on you, just playing with your delicate heartstrings? You really hope it isn't the second one, because if it is, it will leave you heartbroken in a way you've never been heartbroken.

But you can't deny the smile the letters bring on your face. You collect the flowers and press them in between the pages of your journal. Every chocolate you've received so far is the kind you like, which makes you wonder how does this person know what kind of chocolates you are into. And the bracelet, well, it's tied securely around your wrist.

You reach school, and with hope in your heart filled to the brim, you open your locker. The smile on your face is as bright as the stars when you see an envelope.

Before you can open it, the ringing of the bell makes you look up. The first class has started and you're still in the hallway.

"Shit," you curse, as you hurriedly throw the envelope in your bag and rush to your English class. The scene in the class will not be pretty: your teacher isn't fond of late comers. Well, saying he isn't fond of them is an understatement. He hates their guts.

With your heart beating faster than the speed of light, you look through the small gap in the door of the class. Your teacher is extremely punctual, and as always, the class has started. He's walking around the class, handing your previous tests. You take in a deep breathe and open the door. The sound of the door opening makes everyone look up at you.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up," your teacher says, passive aggressiveness laced in his voice.

"I'm, I'm sorry, it won't happen again-"

"Oh looks like we have another late comer," your teacher says, cutting you off. Confused, you turn around to see Rafe Cameron standing behind you. His uniform shirt isn't buttoned properly; random buttons connected to the wrong holes, his belt is missing, and his hair is messed up. He looks like he just woke up.

You feel your cheeks heat up from the warmth of his body. He's standing right behind you, and if you walk a millimetre back, you would crash right into him.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I set an alarm but it didn't ring and-" Rafe starts to ramble.

"DETENTION! Both of you!" Your teacher yells. You flinch at his sudden loud voice. He signs two detention slips and hands those to the both of you. He dismisses you swiftly by closing the door on your faces.

You look down at the detention slip in your hand and sigh. You look up at Rafe to see he's looking at you. You break your small eye contact with him and look at your shoes.

"Shall we go?" He asks you. You nod at him, still not looking at him. In silence, you both walk to the detention room. It's just a classroom which isn't in use anymore. Your PE teacher is the one who will be supervising you. When you reach the classroom, you're surprised to see it's only you and Rafe in the detention. Usually it's around 5 - 10 students at this time in detention.

The teacher is inside, his nose buried in a magazine. He doesn't lift his head up when you and Rafe and walk in, and take adjacent seats. Only when you both sit down, the teacher lifts an eye to see you both.

"Just two of you?" He says, and you nod. "Well that's going to be a waste of my time." He closes his magazine, drops it on the table and stands up from his chair.

"I'll be here in an hour to let you both out. Don't do anything dumb, you're being watched." He says, leaving the classroom and closing the door behind him.

It gets extremely silent in the room, it's so silent that you can hear a pin drop. Your breathing is the only sound filled in the room, along with the constant ticking of the clock hanging on a wall.

You can't believe you're in a class room all alone with Rafe Cameron. It's pretty much given away that he's the most popular guy in your school, and not because he's the jock and only sleeps around with everyone, but because he's an actual sweetheart. He's nice to everyone, and has the most beautiful personality. One thing you know for sure is that if someone gets to date him, he will treat them like a royal.

You decide to finish up with some school work you're left with. As you open your bag, you notice the envelope you had completely forgotten about. Eagerly, you pull it out and open it. Today, there's no souvenir in it. Only a folded piece of paper.

You unfold it, and instead of the usual one line, there are multiple. You read them slowly, as you also translate them in your mind.

Votre âme est un paysage choisi

Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques

Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi

Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques

It takes you some fair amount of time to translate the verse. This is what you come up with:

Your soul is a moonlit landscape fair,

Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,

That play on lutes and dance and have an air

Of being sad in their fantastic trim

It suddenly clicks you: the verse if from Claire de Lune. You smile at the French written on the paper, and just read it over and over again in your head.

"What's that?" You suddenly remember that Rafe is right next to you.

"Nothing," you say, folding the paper and putting it back in it's envelope.

"Looks like a love letter, someone's been writing you love letters?" He asks, curiosity in his eyes. You take a few seconds to give him a reply.

"Maybe?"

"What do you mean, maybe?"

You sigh. "I've been receiving these letters which have poetry in French written in them. They usually come along with a little gift, like a small flower or some chocolate. But, there's no name on the paper whatsoever, so I have no way of knowing who is it, if it's legit or if someone is playing a prank on me."

"I don't think it's a prank, you know." You look up at him. He's gazing at you intently.

"You don't?"

He shakes his head. "Someone maybe likes you a lot, and is, i don't know, scared to admit it to you."

"But, why do you think it's not a prank? And how are you so sure it is an actual love letter?"

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that it can be an actual love letter? That someone actually likes you a lot? You're an amazing person, don't decline the thought of someone being your admirer so easily."

At these words leaving Rafe's mouth, you have a small hunch that maybe he's the one writing these letters.

Oh no, he can't be the one. You shake the thought out of your head. He's the most popular guy in the whole school, he can choose anyone, why in hell would he choose you? What does he see in you?

You've never been the one to be in the spotlight, you've always lurked in the shadows. So, when the letters started coming, you did want to believe that you have an admirer. That you are worth of being loved by someone deeply. But you find this thought too good to be true, so you instead believe it's just a prank.

You aren't sure how to respond to Rafe's words. All that slips your lips is a small thank you. You direct your focus back to your schoolwork on hand.

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It's been a week to the detention. Since then, instead of every other day, the letters have been appearing every single day. This morning, you had a bigger envelope than usual. The size of the letter inside is the same, but there are more gifts than usual. Instead of the usual single flower, you have a daisy chain. There are many chocolates instead of one, and there are two new bracelets.

At this point, you are starting to get a lot more concerned than before. Someone's out there spending money on getting you chocolates and bracelets, and you don't even know how to thank them for it; you can only do that if you know who the person sending you these gifts is.

You keep the little gifts in your locker and take the letter. As usual, there is one line scrawled on the centre of the page, the cursive handwriting perfect as it is each time.

Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée.

"My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness." You whisper. You softly trace the words on the paper with your fingertip.

"Who are you?"

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The sky has suffused into hues of pinks and oranges, and you get on your bike. You're on your way to your favorite place: the strawberry field. You found that field when you were cycling around the area at the mere age of 6. Since then, you absolutely love going to that place at all times. The heavenly scent of strawberries will be settled all around the field, especially due to them being in season.

You reach the field in a few minutes. You take your bike to the small trail in the field, which is accompanied by perfectly manicured bushes of strawberries around it. Following the trail leads to a massive opening right in the middle of the field, which has a big tree planted in it. You love to pluck the strawberries and then sit under the shade of the tree as you eat them and watch the sunset.

Just as you reach the tree, you notice something unusual. There is a notepad, along with a bottle of ink and a fountain pen. You look around to see if you can spot the owner of the stuff. A sudden rustle in the bushes a little farther on your right increases the rate of your heartbeat. The sound of the rustling increases with each passing second, and suddenly, a head pops out.

Your eyes widen at the sight. "Rafe?" You ask, completely dumbfounded. Rafe is holding a basket full of the ripe strawberries. He's wearing a button up paired with a simple pair of trousers. The sleeves of the button up are rolled up to his elbows and you notice sweat shining on his forehead and his neck.

"Oh, hey," he says, completely frozen in the spot. None of you are able to comprehend the current situation at hand.

"I didn't expect to see you here, what are you doing here?" You question.

"Nothing, just... just getting some of these strawberries. I've heard they're really good," he says, coming out of the bushes. He walks up to you, and stands right in front of you, not leaving much distance between you two.

"How did you... how did you find out about this place? I come here almost every single day and I never see you here. Why suddenly today?"

You need to know why he's here. You need to know why does he have that notepad and a fountain pen. The hunch you had the other day, the one which you dug deep in your heart because you just believed it isn't true, is starting to come back up.

Rafe is just standing there, looking at you. He doesn't have anything to say. While you're waiting impatiently for him to tell you everything. You don't want to believe your gut feeling unless you have a concrete proof of it.

"Why do you have that notepad with you, with that fountain pen?" You swallow the lump in your throat.

"For you. It's all for you. It's all always been for you." He whispers. You feel like you're frozen right at your position. "These," he says, pointing to the strawberry basket, "these are for you too."

"But... why me?" You mumble. Your mind doesn't want to believe this. No, this can't be true. The person who everyone will fall on their knees for can choose anyone, but instead he chose you.

"Because," he walks closer to you, places a finger under your chin and gently pushes it up so you can look him right in his eyes, "I want you to know how special you are. You deserve nothing but love, and this is just me showing you that." His hand is now on your cheek, and you find yourself feeling comfortable in the warmth of his hand.

"But-"

"No buts. I told you this before too, why are you not willing to believe that you are so worthy of being loved and appreciated? That there is someone who's ready to do this all for you. I could've just come up to you and confessed how I have fallen for you, but that wouldn't be special now, would it? That's what everyone does. And then my purpose of showing you that I'm not like everyone else and how I will shower you with love every single second of my life is defeated. I will bring you the moon, all you have to do is just ask." Rafe says, his voice nothing but a whisper.

But this isn't enough for you. You need to know what he sees in you. You need explanations on why he's doing so much just to see you happy.

"Why me?" It slips out of your mouth, because your mind won't relax unless you hear it all from Rafe's mouth.

"Do you remember kindergarten?"

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Rafe runs to the swings, a big smile on his face as he finally gets to use it. The swings are never empty, but now he has the chance of getting to take a ride on them.

But, just as he sits down on the swing, a group of boys approaches him. They are all a year older than him, and they love to pretend they own the place.

"Hey! Give us the swing!" The head of the group, Greg demands. Rafe starts to feel scared, but he doesn't show it on his face.

"No!" He says firmly, his grip tightening on the swing. With just a small nudge of his head, Greg motions the boys of the group towards Rafe. They grab onto his shoulders and forcefully throw him off the swing. Rafe screams and feels tears stream down his eyes in pain. But, no teacher is around to help him. Greg laughs in his face and goes to his new found victory: the swing.

You see it all unfold from the side. You are sitting in the grass all alone. That's where you are every single day, because you don't mix in well with the other kids. When you see Rafe hurt, you rush up to him.

He's still crying when you reach to him. You do nothing, all you do is offer him your hand. Rafe suddenly stops crying and grabs ahold of your hand and with all the strength in your little body, you pull him up. You take him to the teacher.

The teacher gasps at Rafe's condition: teary eyes with dust all over his face and clothes, and two wounds each on his knees. You stand on the side as the teacher gets the first aid kit and starts to treat his wounds. You can't look when Rafe whines at the burning feeling of the antiseptic liquid against his knees. At that moment, all you wanted was to swap places with him so he doesn't have to go through this all.

Once his wounds were all covered in bandaids, you take him to your table in the classroom. From your bag, you pull out your favorite lolipop and hand it to him. Rafe looks at you and the lolipop with wide eyes.

"You are so brave," you say, as you nudge the candy closer to him.

"Thank you," Rafe says, accepting the lolipop from you.

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"From that day, I've never stopped looking at you. As we grew older, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with, and I wanted to reciprocate all that you've done for me. It's not just the lolipop, throughout all the years you've been there for me when no one else was, I just don't want you to think that your efforts go unappreciated." Rafe finishes.

You remember it all really well. All the times in kindergarten when you gave him your food because he dropped his on the ground, when you cut his craft paper for him because he just wasn't able to cut in a straight line the way you can, or when you gave him a pencil each time he forgot one at home.

"Rafe..." You say, starting to feel little tears blur your vision. Before you can hide them from him, Rafe is quick to reach his hands out to your cheeks and to wipe them off.

"This is nothing compared to what you've done for me, those chocolates, little verses of poetry, bracelets," his eyes goes to the bracelet you're wearing, "they don't amount to the things you've done for me in any way. But I just want to show you how amazing you are, and how you deserve the nicest things in the world."

You don't want to hear anything else. You press your lips against his. It takes a second for Rafe to process what's happening. Your arms are quick to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips move against his.

You pull back softly and lean your forehead against his.

"Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Su je vivais mille ans, he t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chaacune d'elles." He whispers, his eyes closed.

"I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one."

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[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Alphard adopts Regulus AU

WE LOVE AN ECCENTRIC FATHER FIGURE AU. YAS REGULUS GET YO'SELF A PROPER FATHER! read on for wholesome content.

I imagine Sirius running away and Alphard getting wind of this. Instead of remaining in the shadows, he reaches out. He's never been close to any of his siblings' children and Sirius Black only manages to evoke a blurry memory of a little boy who used to strut around in family galas. Shrill voice often attracting the ire of his parents. Alphard thinks the boy had a shadow — so much smaller than Sirius. But with Sirius barely striking up an image in his mind, the other remains an elusive memory.

But just before he leaves, Sirius is all like "I have a brother. He's not bad like them but he thinks he can't leave."

AND IT'S ALPHARD WHO REACHES OUT TO REGULUS. I have so many thoughts. Let's go!

Because Sirius isn't enough. Sirius has an entire village behind him, pulling him out of his family and just ONE person who he may think of as a reason to stay.

Regulus has an entire village pulling him back and one person who he can think of as a reason to leave for. Regulus who has been soooooo isolated from anyone else whose family IS his end all be all. If Regulus leaves, he practically has no one. The Potters have never been his people he doesn't know them. And Sirius can't POSSIBLY keep him safe in Hogwarts. Regulus has no adult support.

But imagine A RELATIVE, A BLACK coming up to him and slowly working him out of that stupid fucking house! AN ADULT who can pull him out of Hogwarts! AN ADULT who can give him a home!! Because as much as the brothers want to make it work, Regulus needs someone who can provide not just emotional support but also both financial security AND SAFETY.

Regulus just needed an adult, I think. Well, nope. He needed a lot of things. Because that's what it takes to get out of an abusive (already cult-ish) family. A lot.

But Alphard. Alphard could've been a key player.

Alphard could be this eccentric father figure to Regulus. A man, who for Regulus, gave Sirius a shit ton of money, listened to his brother, and reached out to take him away.

Alphard, knowing how Regulus couldn't possibly be safe in Slytherin anymore — takes him out of Hogwarts and enrols him to Beauxbatons. And he becomes much more annoyingly French. And during the summer Alphard will tease him about his French accent that increasingly colors his English. Beauxbatons helps with Regulus' indoctrinated and learned bigotry even though it's hard the first few months. But there's no Slytherin house to hide behind anymore. People don't tolerate it there. However, just as much as it's a steep learning curve, learning to unlearn his upbringing, it's just as easy to keep on growing out of it, too. He breaks free from a manipulative echo chamber.

Alphard does more than help with this. They'll have conversations that end up with Regulus shedding tears of frustration because it's hard to unlearn the way you've been taught to see the world since childhood... usually under threat of punishment. Sometimes, his eyes will fill with tears of guilt and embarrassment, often when revelations are met, and he looks back at what he's said and done. But he's only 13/14. He improves so much because he cares. He was taught wrong. Alphard makes sure his boy gets all the same love, care, and comfort no matter how their conversations end.

And Sirius will visit... Sometimes... And it'll be a gradual rekindling of their frayed relationship. Alphard plays mediator. For the first time, in his life, Regulus has an adult who's on HIS SIDE.

Alphard may or may not be a little cuckoo but in the most endearing way. Rivaled by how much this drives Regulus crazy. Like. He doesn't like trousers. So, he wears his boxers around the house and Regulus has to scream at him to knock it off and, "Please, there are things your nephew shouldn't have to see! Nephews shouldn't be subjected to the sight of uncles in their underpants!"

And Alphard will gleefully reply, "Oh dear, Reggie boy, you've yet to understand what true liberation feels like!" he'll meet his boy's eyes and say, "Thinkers. Eccentrics. Free people, like us? We have souls that yearn for expression that make us feel alive." Alphard will make a show of gesturing to his legs and add, "But trousers? Why they limit the mind! They suffocate! They contain! They most certainly do not express." And before Regulus can open his mouth to retaliate, "Most importantly, I find them uncomfortable."

Alphard will play the piano in the middle of the night when he can't sleep. And this keeps Regulus up 😅 so he, in turn, becomes a coffee gremlin. Sometimes, Regulus will sit beside him and play along. Their first composition is titled, "Yearning for a blue, blue, sky"

They have their uncle and nephew days filled with cringe activities that Alphard wants to do.

• build a cottage together (Alphard sprains his ankle)

• go camping but with muggle equipment only (Regulus DESPISES THIS because he doesn't like getting sweaty. He also doesn't like labor. So, he secretly starts a fire with an incendio when he thinks Alphard isn't looking. Alphard saw, of course. He hides both their wands away until the trip is over. But UH OH! he forgets where he put them, so they look for them FOR HOURS. By the time they find their wands Regulus is so cross with him. Won't even look at him. He's so mad.)

• write letters to each other (Regulus is bad at articulating feelings with an adult so he draws Alphard little doodles in his card instead and his uncle lets this slide. Regulus isn't good at drawing, so they don't look nice at all but this is still easier than telling an adult how he feels. One time they do letters again, Regulus is angry — so he draws Alphard a squiggly mess of an angry black blob.)

• try muggle divination (a magic 8ball)

Regulus learns what unconditional love looks like. Regulus comes to understand what true safety feels like. Regulus comes to terms with what it means to be human and make mistakes. Regulus learns to shed transactional intimacy and support because Alphard, time and time again, has shown up to pick him up — and offer him an unquestioned space in his life and in his heart.

Regulus heals.

And Alphard? He learns to live for someone else. He learns that he too, just like his nephew, had lived a life so bereft of love and compassion. Alphard is forced out his self-hating spirals because caring for his nephew has taken up all his time. He mends his boy's broken heart and unwittingly mends his, too. His house becomes a home. With him, is a French-speaking, twig of a boy with a very short temper. Regulus has become the closest thing he'll have to a son and the thought makes him very happy. Regulus who cares for him, returns his compassion, with a silent, focused energy. Regulus who makes him lists. Regulus who brews potions for his arthritis. Regulus, who buys him his first cane. Regulus, who wordlessly opens all the jars that need to be opened. Regulus who sits and plays piano with him.

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[i-want-my-iwtv]

I recently read Interview with the Vampire which is such a good ride and since I was already very much expose myself to many spoilers, I knew the trial would happen and all that. But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂. I'm busy often and can't seem to get the time to actually search up things about it so I wanna know more about why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him. And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him? And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia. I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back. I hope my question makes sense and I wouldn't mind any spoilers, I really wanna know more about it.

Hello! Wow, that's a lot of ask. I'm glad to take a stab at answering tho 😎

But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂

Understandable, I'm always impressed with ppl reading these books and finding the stories and characters captivating even without being able to fully understand the words, that speaks to how well they're written that they transcend complete understanding! It can be poetic at times. The books are translated into a number of other languages, you might want to find it in yours, that might help, even though there are necessarily differences in the translations from the original. She also throws in some French from time to time so be aware of that 😉

I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back.

Yes, there are a few more mentions of it, but mostly just Lestat's perspective from TVL, and there's one scene in The Vampire Armand where he says he did surgery for Claudia after the trial but before she died (we're not sure that actually happened, or he was inventing something to intimidate David at the time!)... ANYWAY other ppl can reblog and comment on this to add more specifics! I'm trying to keep this concise and not spend hours on this answer, which I could do! 😅

why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him.... And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia.

Yes, Armand was aware that Claudia was everything to Louis! Briefly, Armand wouldn't share Louis with Claudia, as she told Louis that Armand spoke to her with the mind gift that Louis couldn't hear (Forgive the typos here, this is a bad PDF copy of IWTV 😅):

Armand also admitted to Louis that he pushed him into turning Madeleine to replace Louis as Claudia's companion, but Louis still doesn't give Claudia up even after doing that. That's a bigger discussion, whether Armand couldn't wait any longer for that to happen, or he lost control of the Theatre vampires, or Lestat re-entering the story changed Armand's mind about how to separate Louis from Claudia.

Regardless, Armand physically protects Louis from Santiago and warns him a few times that the Theatre vampires might harm Claudia if she doesn't leave soon, and it's unclear whether Armand is ordering them to behave that way to get rid of Claudia, or if Armand would be equally happy with Claudia just leaving Louis, rather than being killed by the Theatre vampires. That's also a bigger discussion for sure, and I could argue both sides.

And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him?

I don't think Lestat is indifferent to Claudia's possible death, but he's wounded and starving, which definitely could have weakened him emotionally, too. In TVL, we get Lestat's point of view just before the trial: he came to Paris to beg Armand for the healing blood to speed up the wounds he suffered (from Claudia and Louis attempting to kill him) and Armand throws him in a cell and feeds him a dead victim, with cold blood (which doesn't hurt vampires, it's just distasteful and not as nearly as nutritious as living victim blood). While begging, Lestat admits to Armand that it was Claudia who damaged him so badly, probably thinking there's no way Armand could have her in his possession! Welp, he's wrong.

Even without that TVL context, I think Lestat was in a position where he knew he was physically weakened and outnumbered, he couldn't take on and fight the whole pack of healthy Theatre vampires AND Armand, so he was trying to use his words to save who he could. That meant choosing Louis OR Claudia 😭 The Theatre vampires were clearly going to kill one of them, if not both. So the best Lestat could do was argue that it was Claudia's fault primarily and try to rescue Louis.

Now why advocate for Louis' survival, is Lestat's love too much greater for Louis over Claudia? I think one's love for their lover is different than for their child, not greater or lesser, a different kind of love. One could say that he could see more of a future with Louis than with Claudia, after all, his relationship with Louis was probably more salvageable than his relationship with Claudia, bc ultimately, she tried to kill him! Her feelings were probably the same, or worse, knowing he had survived. She didn't speak to Lestat during the trial. Louis was advocating to Lestat during the trial, still hopeful Lestat could save them both.

Either way I don't think Lestat chose Louis over Claudia for revenge, because YES, you're correct, Lestat says in Tale of the Body Thief (or TVL, I don't have it with me to check) that he didn't blame Claudia for trying to kill him, and that he might have done the same in her position 😭.

[^X by miss-jose] I have a few more fanart pieces featuring this scene in #the yellow dress tag, if anyone has more, let me know!

I assume that Lestat felt awful after Claudia was killed by the Theatre vampires... he still speaks of her with love in the later books. The very next night, Louis finds Lestat clutching her blood-stained yellow dress, and could some of those blood stains be Lestat's tears, since he's sobbing? I think so! Here's the quote (my emphasis added):

“‘This is madness!… ’ I said, my hands rising suddenly to my temples. 'Where is she! Where is she!’ I looked about me, at their still, passive faces, those inscrutable smiles.'Lestat’ I turned him now, grabbing at the black wool of his lapels: "And then I saw the thing in his hands. I knew what it was. And in an instant I’d ripped it from him and was staring at it, at the fragile silken thing that it was - Claudia’s yellow dress. His hand rose to his lips, his face turned away. And the soft, subdued sobs broke from him as he sat back while I stared at him, while I stared at the dress. My fingers moved slowly over the tears in it, the stains of blood, my hands closing, trembling as I crushed it against my chest. - IWTV

[bisonaari]

Rambling about the finnish language because I have thoughts. They probably won't make a lot of sense, but it's mostly for me hahaha

First of all if you haven't downloaded the app Drops, you should!! It's super fun to learn vocabulary so far, and the interface is soooo cute!! Idk how effective it is on the long term, but it can't hurt to practice more hahaha.

Then this should have actually been first but whatever lol. I'm having so much fun learning the language. I hadn't felt that since I started learning japanese in 2006, and I've tried maaaaany more languages since then lol. I'm genuinely looking forward to my duolingo everyday! Every time I understand a new word in a song or an interview or something it's like my brain has solved a new puzzle and the SEROTONIN I SWEAR

Finnish has started to sound familiar for me now? Like earlier today I was watching an estonian/finnish comparison video and when the guy started speaking estonian I was like "oh yeah I def recognise the intonation and a few words, but that's it". Then the other guy started speaking finnish and my brain had a moment of "OH!! I know this!!! This is our stuff!!" Like I don't even feel that with spanish, and my spanish is better than my finnish by a LONG shot lmao. (It's still shit though I'm like three years old toddler level lol)

Idk I wanted to say something else but I'm just so so so happy a a a a a

OH YEAH also I'm a dumb fuck and since my third language is japanese I've hard-wired myself into pronouncing stuff the japanese way every time a language is nor english nor french, and it PISSES ME OFF. Because I KNOW how to pronounce the sounds but my brain is like oh did you mean [japanese sound] lemme fix that for you NO I KNOW WHAT I MEANT LET ME SAY WORDS GDI

So here is a list of stuff that I need to deprogram

from japanese

U pronounciation. In japanese, u is like a y/u mix and it's so hard to undo once you start doing it URGH

Soft-rolled r. Rolling r hard is kinda bad manneers in Japan so I never really forced myself to do it

L/R confusion. Since it's the exact same sound for both in japanese sometimes I just L my R or roll my L it's so silly hahaha

From french

T/D stridulation. It's pronouncing t as ts and d as dz instead of a hard t or d. It's only found in quebec french and it took me A BILLION YEARS to learn when I moved here, and now I have to undo it???

Ä/A distinction. Already said it, but it's more of a matter of accent in french so I need to stop using them interchangeably

Learn to fucking read y/u and ö/o GDI BISON IT'S NOT HARD

Stress of the first syllable. Almost impossible for a french speaker BUT I SHALL PERSEVERE

From both:

THERE IS NO GENDERED PRONOUN IN FINNISH STOP THINKING ABOUT IT THEY DO NOT EXIST STOPPPPPP

Thank you for reading my scrambled mind lol. I'm training for another department at work and it's a lot of info so my brain is about to leak from my ears, and it shows in my writing lmao

[leuke-rants]

Some fan facts about the four heroes in my rewrite of trotsh:

Motoyasu:

- He is half Finish-half Japanese. I like the idea of Motoyasu being a natural blond so he has to get the genes from somewhere.

- He is ambidextrous, though he favours his right hand.

- He has excellent memory and can learn things very fast if he wants to. I think this is kinda canon considering he learned the Melromarc language in just one day.

- He can speak four languages: Japanese, English, Finish and French (five if you count Melromarc's language)

- He majors in linguistics

- He is really into fashion and wanted to major in fashion but his mother shut down the idea rather quickly. Too many girls in that major .....

- He knows how to sew and cook (he is an average cook)

- Although he is very flirty and doesn't mind the idea of having a girlfriend he does not want to get married. His parents marriage is proof enough that it doesn't end well for either parties.

- He is a certified himbo

- He is a people pleaser and doesn't like making others upset.

- He trusts women more that men.

Naofumi:

- He is a very relaxed and lay back guy

- He knows how to read people and acts accordingly.

- Used to take care of his younger brother when his parents were at work so he has a soft spot for children.

- Just like his brother he has anger issues. He learned to control his anger over the years and even helped his little brother with his.

- He is generally friendly but his introverted nature make him seem unapproachable.

- He is rather distant and may seem a little cold to strangers but once you get to know him he is a the sweetest guy ever.

- His parents were so busy with work so he basically raised his brother.

- Learned how to cook for himself and his brother since their parents were barely home. He is an excellent cook and always tries recipes from different cuisines

- Just like his father he has a talent for the trading business. Because of that he majors in international trade.

- H is e also very good at gambling and knows how to manage money. Thankfully he reserves his talent for card games with his friends.

- He has no idea how to talk to women his age so whenever a girl approaches him he becomes a stuttering mess . He can talk to them normally if they are close friends or talking business.

Ren:

- The most antisocial person you will ever meet.

- He is autistic.

- He noticed that people treated him differently and not in a good way. Because of this he became really closed off.

- He puts the 'Too good to talk to you" persona so that people will leave him alone.

- He found solace in video games and spends most of his times in his room.

- He doesn't know he is autistic, he just thinks that people dislike him for no reason.

- Although he loves his parents and they love him back they have no idea what is wrong with their son and they can't seem to understand his problems.

- He has a bad reputation among the students for being the "creepy-quite kid". The teachers don't mind him,he is quite and has pretty good grades.

- He has no idea he is autistic.

- He really loves cats. His parents noticed this and bought him one. He named her after his favourite video game character and has been his close companion ever since.

- He is extremely blunt and people don't like that. That's the reason he has only one friend.

- He finds it easier to talk to people through the internet. He has a lot of online friends and they even have a discord chat together.

- His only friend is a senior girl from his school. They met at a comic con and became friends after they realized they liked the same anime and video games.

- He started to have a crush on her and fell in love after she defended him from her friends who thought he was a weirdo.

- He became heartbroken after she moved away and vowed to never get close to anyone ever again.

- After that he became more cold and intolerant of people.

Itsuki:

- Lives with his mother in an apartment complex.

- His father always told him to protect his mother and stick up for the little guys and he took that advise very seriously.

- He is being bullied for being a late bloomer and for his feminine features.

- He always defends other kids from bullying and isn't afraid to throw a punch. Because of that he gets into a lot of trouble.

- He has a talent for archery. He found out during gym class and ever since he took part in competitions and tournaments to earn some money and help his mother.

- He has dyslexia and isn't aware of it. Because of this his grades are not the best. He doesn't tell his mother about his problem because he doesn't want to burden her.

- He is very flexible and pretty good at gymnastics.

- He gets frustrated rather easily and can lose his temper quickly.

- He will either think things through or act on impulse, there is no in-between.

- He really likes animals and feeds the strays very often.

Well that's all I have so far. Perhaps I "ll make a part 2 or give information about their allies,who knows?

[wasongo]

So I was extremely into dgm in the late 2000s and early 2010s and my OTP was komubak and there was zero content for them. Because I was in the French fandom and didn't speak a word of English it meant I had zero way to even broaden my reach and find other like-minded fans. Your art has made me so insanely happy, I am so so glad this ship is finally getting the attention it deserves, so thank you!

ahhhhhh thank you for this ask, komubak is the rare ship of all time! i hope you've also read my late best friend Eden's fics about them! she was and is still the reason i continue to draw them to this day.

though if you speak french you at least have the option to get the DGM novels, which were never localized to english (i hate you viz), and read Bak Chang's Capriccio in which Bak is the rudest bitch alive but Komui tells him how much he loves admires him. it's a shame that prime komubak lore is stored in the novels lmao.

i actually have two of the dgm novels, one in french and one in italian, which i bought solely for the komubak bits, despite the fact that i can't read them at all hahaha. being komubak is suffering.

[greenycrimson]

I've been reading a book called The Unfolding of Language, that talks about language's evolution and changes over time - how decay creates things like variations to pronunciation, how meanings naturally diminish as they're used for intensifiers - lots of really interesting stuff if you're this way inclined - and how similar features appear in very different languages.

For example: the use of 'going to' as an auxiliary (so how you probably say 'gonna' in the places you would use 'will' to indicate a future event) and how it started as a verb (doing word) and how this 'misuse' has made language purists angry, how it's happened in English-- but also in French, Basque, Tamil, and Zulu, so in fact it seems to be a natural feature of human thinking, this transposition of motion in space to a motion in time.

Anyway, good book, do recommend - but I was reading a bit in one of the appendices and it struck me as kind of relevant to a bunch of people's behaviours. It's kind of long, so I'll pop it behind a read more.

The emphasis in bold is mine.

...what I really wanted to know was not so much the change from 'content' to 'grammar', but the actual transformation between syntactic categories. Surely, the switch from verb to auxiliary or from noun to preposition can't just be a matter of gradual changes in meaning. After all, it's not as if a word can be a noun and a preposition at the same time, is it? So there must have been something that actually transformed 'back' from a noun to a preposition, and there must also have been something that changed 'go' from a verb to an auxiliary. And what I would really like to know is when exactly these metamorphoses from one category to another took place, and what exactly sparked them. ... I had always assumed that a word must be one thing or the other, either a verb or an auxiliary, either a noun or a preposition. And now you are telling me that 'gonna' can be both, or perhaps neither. But if words don't always fit neatly into one syntactic category or the other, then why bother with these syntactic categories in the first place? ...

As the linguist Edward Sapir once put it, 'all grammars leak'. The main syntactic categories can be very helpful in capturing broad similarities between words. What's more, a label like 'verb' must also reflect some psychological reality: the perception in people's minds that words like 'kick', 'bite', and a great many others, behave in a very similar way and in similar appear slots. So syntactic categories can be very helpful, especially when you take a bird's-eye view of language. But when you focus on the details, you often find that words don't always fall conveniently under one of the main labels. A word can start acquiring the distribution of another category only gradually, and sometimes it can even remain stuck between categories. When one tries to describe a language, this should not pose serious problems, as long as one remembers that syntactic categories are only meant to be descriptive labels - they are supposed to serve us, not rule us. So when you ask a question such as 'when did should remember a word move from category A to category B?', that the word never had to perform any complicated acrobatics. What you are really asking is: 'when do I decide to stop using the label A for a word, and start using the label B?' So if you discover that a word like gonna' won't oblige, and won't fit neatly under either of your labels, then you should remember that what's problematic is not the word itself, but your labels. This doesn't make your labels completely useless, it just means that they are not perfect in catching every aspect of language.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I had a sudden thought. How exactly do Andalite transmissions work? Because with human tech, we use microphones to record our voices. But Andalites can't do that. They use thought-speech. Do they use technology that essentially reads their minds? And if they do, does that mean they're reading the minds of every other species they speak with? God, that must make them scary at politics.

So I think that the canon implication is they're able to transmit thoughts to each other, and that they have technology that allows non-andalites to do the same.

My read of Andalite Chronicles is that andalites both transmit pure thoughts that get translated as words in the minds of "listeners", and receive words that get translated as pure thoughts in their own minds. So when Loren says "Nope. I don't think so, horse-boy," then Elfangor's translator chip analyzes relevant English samples enough that he gets [concept of negation, colloquial] [concept of refusal] [concept of non-standard epithet that evokes Earth animal and human subcategory, both of which superficially resemble parts of andalite bodies]. And then when Elfangor answers, he intends to convey [concept of moral transgression] [memory of recent actions] and what Loren hears is: «What these Skrit Na have done to you is wrong. That's why we captured this ship».

One other detail from Andalite Chronicles: andalites in morph can apparently speak the language of their morph; humans in morph cannot. Arbron and Elfangor communicate with the taxxon resistance from taxxon morphs, in spite of never having met a taxxon before. Same is true of Ax; in #4 he morphs four Americans and becomes fluent in English, but in #11 doesn't know Portuguese and in MM3 doesn't know French. Tobias, on the other hand, can't understand taxxons when he's in taxxon morph (#43) and needs translation for the hork-bajir code-switching even as a hork-bajir (#13). That suggests to me that the translator chip Andalite Chronicles mentions is what allows andalites, but only andalites, to acquire the ability to speak their morphs' languages while using those morphs. Presumably by pulling some kind of psychic nonsense between the morpher's mind and the morph shape's brain.

Anyway, there's also the tech that allows non-andalites to transmit thoughts. Jake thinks but does not say the word "fire" in #11 and fires the dracon beams of an andalite-design yeerk-manufacture Bug fighter. He has to be physically touching a control pad for that to happen, but he's also presumably operating the ship how a human-controller would under normal circumstances. The same is true of thought-speak: Jake can transmit his thoughts to his friends or to the world, but must be using the andalite morphing technology at the time in order to do so.

So. I think andalites have the natural-born ability to broadcast thoughts to any recipient. I think it requires no special ability to receive those thoughts, since thought-speak can startle a crocodile (#12) and activate a computer (#46). I think andalites also invented tech that a) gives other language-using beings this broadcasting ability, and b) translates language into pure thought and back again as needed. I don't think andalites can read minds.

[emma23]

Part 2:

Summary: Y/n arrives at a museum and meets Steven Grant. this one discovers that YIn is not the one he thinks

Steven grant × reader

During the night Y/n text steven

- hi steven i can't sleep!

- I hope I don't wake you up.

- if so forget this message and go back to sleep.

- you humans need some sleep !

The boy smiles at the message with a blush spreading on his face. He chuckles a little as he reads it. He thinks for a minute and the replys

- Don't worry, you didnt wake me up. I couldnt sleep just yet anyway.

- Are you alright? Is there something bothering you?" he texts back still smiling but with a little worry in his tone. He wanted you... his friend to be ok and not to be upset at anything.

- Yes yes

- I just finished all the books I took out of the library.

- I could teleport and collect some but hey I don't want the gods to be mad at me

The boys face lights up with wonder as you mention magic and your powers. He's always loved all sorts of fantasy and magic, so the idea that a god could do such a thing was amazing in his mind

- Teleportation... thats so cool... how do you do that? Can you just like think it and it happens? He asks in awe, his curiosity getting the better of him... he just has to know.

- yes that's it wait look

just like that y/n teleport to steven's room

« hi » Y/n says with a big smile

He jumped back half a step in pure surprise, a look of sheer shock on his face. The idea that the person he was speaking to just now is in his room was incredible, the idea that someone could have that power. He just stares at you for a second, not knowing what to say at first, his eyes wide as well.

"H-How is that possible? That's... that's... just incredible..."

« sorry it's a little rude but as you told me that you don't sleep I thought that I could come. Damn I'm really a bad friend, friends don't show up like that! »

He laughs a little and smiles at you, trying to make you not feel bad. He doesn't think of you as a bad friend at all and he didn't mind the fact that you teleported into his room without telling him first, all he cares about is that you are safe and happy.

"No no that's completely fine! That was... incredible. I'm just kinda surprised you have that power..." He smiles at you, still a look of shock on his face "You're not a bad friend at all..."

« you really mean it! » Y/n jump on him to give him a hug

´He hugs you back.

"I really do! I think thats an awesome power you have. Is it only teleportation or can you do anything else too? Is it all gods that have that power or..." He asks softly. He was so curious and wanted to find out so much more now. He thought that gods were just... myths but here she was, one of them, a real goddess, in his room. He couldn't believe it. Gods could walk the earth, just like that, as normal people. It was mind boggling.

« so i can teleport as well as things look » Y/n move one of the books on steven's desk in my hands

The boy watches as you move the book with a look of awe and wonder.

"How is that possible?!" He says with a wide-eyed, surprised look. It's like he's just found out that these legends are real and not just stories. He can't believe it even though you're right there in front of him, and he can't help be in awe every time you use a power. « Wow... that's... that's crazy! How does that even..."

He seems to be speechless for a few seconds, he's never seen anything like that.

y/n look at the book in his hands

« so you read books in french? you can speak French ? »

The boy nods

"Yeah i can speak French... actually i can speak a lot of languages. Like... i know French, English, Spanish, Japanese, Mandarin, German, Arabic, Farsi, and Latin. I've been learning different languages ever since i was a little kid. I really love learning about other cultures and languages and their histories. This book was one of the first in French that i bought!"

He's still a very passionate person and seems eager to share his interests with you, he talks about them quite animated and excited, his eyes lit up with all that knowledge.

« so you're never gonna stop surprising me pretty boy »

He chuckles a little at your comment and blushes but he still has that passion in his voice.

"I'm glad you find my knowledge of different languages interesting, there are so many ways that the language of the world can be connected. I think the best way to understand other cultures is to learn their language and it's history. The more you know the more you begin to really get a better understanding of the world and the cultures and people in it"

he says with a broad smile "Why do you want to know? Do you also like learning new languages?"

« yes you know being a goddess, I have several billion years so to occupy myself I learned all the languages ​​possible I believe »

The boy's eyes light up with wonder at your comments before he puts his hands on his hips

"Wait really? That means... are you billions and billions of years old? You lived back in the time when there were dinosaurs? Or the cave men?! That must be so amazing to have walked the earth in all those eras. You must have so much knowledge! Have you seen like... all the different cultures from hundreds of years ago?"

« yes » Y/n laugh

« it's quite fascinating to see how men evolve »

The boy chuckles

"Yeah it really is. Humans are quite fascinating aren't they? We just keep on growing and evolving and coming up with new ways to live it seems. You know we have the internet now? And technology so complex that we can even explore our own solar system? Even the ancient gods couldn't do that all those years ago, right? It just seems insane to me you know? To think humans are that smart and can go to other planets. Just goes to show you how complex and intelligent we can be, right?"

« yes I totally agree. You know how I could stop being eternal if I wanted to »

the boy raises his eyebrows in curiosity, his eyes widen a little as he looks at you.

"You could? How?" he asks excitedly "You don't have to answer if it's a secret or anything but i am curious. Is that really possible to like... stop being a god?"

« It is quite simple. When a god or a goddess finds his great love the goal is to spend his whole life with. We are supposed to find our great love between us, between god. But it is possible for a god or a goddess to fall in love with a human. And to perpetuate the tradition, the god or the goddess can grow old alongside the human who is his true love. But that means giving up his powers and becoming a human. Personally, it wouldn't be a problem for me if my great love is a human »

Y/n look at steven with stars in his eyes

The boy blushes a little at the way you are looking at him. A soft smile spreads across his face as he looks at you, his eyes sparkling with interest at your words. He listens intently at the tale about god's great love and then his eyes light up as he looks at you, realizing what your implying. His eyes are wide and full of awe and surprise.

"Wait... do you... do you mean your great love is... me?" he says, almost in disbelief, his breath caught in his throat for a second "Really?"

« At first i thought it was konshu, then as i told you i ran into you. After that it doesn't matter if you don't want me. Don't worry, no problem. »

Y/n was embarrassed « I- I should leave »

The boy chuckles and shakes his head at your shy, embarrassed act. He seems so happy his face is lighting up as he talks and he just has a smile that can't be hidden. He shakes his head again but this time his smile gets even bigger as his eyes fill with happiness.

He nods and walks towards you and then holds out his hand, his eyes have a bright twinkle in them, like he thinks this is something amazing, for a god and a mortal to fall in love with each other, like something out of an old story book or myth. This is amazing.

« Are you ok with that ? »

The boy nods enthusiastically and he seems absolutely over the moon, he's just giggling happily while blushing. He smiles at you and then pulls you into a big warm hug.

"I'm more than ok with that! I'm so happy you feel that way. i couldn't imagine finding someone better or being happier than being with you". he says with a soft smile. He's just so happy.

"So what happens now?" He says playfully "Are we... official?" he says as he sticks his tongue out a little.

Y/n was so happy « uh technically since the day you were born we are official but yes-yes we are official. » Y/n look at steven with a big smile

The boy smiles broadly back and blushes a little. He cant help but feel his heart beating and fluttering a little with every word you say, his face lights up and the whole world just seems like a happier place as a goddess is... falling in love with him? He just keeps thinking it's crazy. He can't believe it really but he's so... happy. He hugs you again and holds on tight, just wanting you to feel loved and cared for, and for you to know how he feels about you.

Your happiness is his happiness now.

« Steven I think that-that i love you » Y/n blush

The boy blushes and smiles in return

"I think i love you too. It's all so... sudden, you know? A goddess just falls for a mortal. It feels so... magical. Like one of those old stories you'd read to kids." he laughs as he speak

"In old tales all these magical things just always happen and you don't believe it. But now... here you are, a beautiful goddess from ancient times who is so sweet and kind as well. You are so... perfect." He smiles and blushes "I love you too"

« maybe one day someone will tell our story. I love you so much »

The boy smiles happily and lets out a small laugh.

"Yeah, we could be the next Romeo and Juliet, you know? The immortal love story of a God and a mortal. A story that would be remembered forever. It's almost too incredible to be true but look, here we are. We really are lucky, aren't we?" he says still with a soft smile

All of a sudden the gaze of Y/n became sad. « I can't pretend anymore sorry I lie to you…»

The boys eyes widen and his whole expression changes. He looks so shocked he can't even speak. He's just looking at you in utter shock, he just stares open-mouthed with surprise, his face full of confusion and hurt

"You lied?" he asks in a shocked tone, he seemed so hopeful a moment ago and so happy and now all that's gone, it's just shock and sadness. This just... why would you do that? Did... did he do something wrong? He just stares at you, trying to make sense of it all.

« i am-i am not a goddess »

to be continued…

[readingwithal]

The Stranger by Albert Camus

"Today, mom died. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know."

I would like to preface this by saying this is an insanely masterful book. Camus is a genius and it shows just as much in the French version as it does in the English one. He writes in a very Hemingway style, with simple descriptions that make the most vivid scenes and emotions. The imagery was captivating. I could feel the dry heat of Algiers contrasting with its cool and lively evenings. All of the characters felt real (minus Mersault) and familiar. In fact, I read this book only 2 weeks ago but it felt like I have known the story forever. The images it drew in my mind seem like an old movie that I watched in a dream. I cannot stress enough how excellent the writing in this book is.

But I hated this book. I will never read it again. I already donated my copy to Goodwill. As I said, I found the writing wonderful but the actual content of the story horrible. This is something I can generally look past, but I felt so strongly about this book after finishing it that I was unable to see its skill until later.

Without spoiling the book, all I can say is that Meursault, the main character, disgusted me beyond what I thought possible. He was so insensitive to every small thing in his life, and it infuriated me. Not only was he unable to enjoy the fun things and the kind people around him, but he was also unable to feel sadness or grief. He didn't feel love, shame, regret, compassion, grief, or an ounce of remorse for anything he had done. People often hail the book as a treasure among existential books, however, I think that Meursault is past the point of existentialism and is just grossly nihilistic.

This book focuses on the inevitability of death. But instead of accepting it and enjoying life while he can, Meursault just rots away. I read the whole book holding out hope for him to change, to come to some great realization. But he only briefly flirts with being an actual decent human being, and it left me bitterly disappointed.

At first, I rashly rated it 2 stars, which I already felt was generous enough. But after reflection, I realized that any book that made you feel this strongly about a fictional character is obviously objectively good. Not to mention, Camus didn't write this book intending for us to like Meursault or to justify his beliefs and behavior. He was just telling a story. One of the best-written books I have read but a truly horrible story.

I actually wasn't going to make a review of this book because it made me so mad but then i remembered that i can't only review good books ugh

[justmydrawingsandfandomstuff]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @the-bar-sinister for inviting mutuals to answer these ^^ (I'm just posting it here since it's my fandom blog)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As of now : 26 (without counting those of mine I translated in french). 20 for OMORI & 6 for Cult of the Lamb. Plus 9 OMORI fics translated.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

As of now : 475 908 - 44 500 that is just translated works. So actually 431 408.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly OMORI & more recently Cult of the Lamb.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Other kinky situations, BONUS, AU & more. (875 Kudos, Compilation of oneshots & requests, multiple ships)

Omori fanfic without a title cause I can't find one. (338 Kudos, ☀️​🌻​​🏀​🎀, My first ever fanfic, I'd advice to read the rewrite instead)

And so, he'd wait. (314 Kudos,☀️​🌻, Yandere/Yandere, Trigger warnings in End Notes of each Chapters)

I already know they don't need me... (226 Kudos,🔪​☀️ + 🌻​🏀 ➡️ ☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Exploring kinks together. (204 Kudos, ☀️​🌻 + ☀️​��� + ☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀 as Sex Friends + Minor 🍳​🎹 & 🎀🍭 + Skippable ☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀🍳​🎹​ as Occasional Sex Partners, Has a prequel)

All OMORI but here's a little top 3 of my CotL fics by kudos :

And what is the point in playing such a sick game ? (123 Kudos, Oneshot, NariLamb)

More interesting as a mortal than as a God ? (106 Kudos, Multi-chapters, NariLamb ➡️ Aym/Baal/The Lamb/Narinder + LambLeshy + LeshyCat)

When will you marry me ? (82 Kudos, Oneshot, NariLamb, First CotL fic !)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try my best to, even if I can be slow and my replies are usually not wordy. Sometimes I just really don't know how to reply so I don't.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm...I only write happy ends so...maybe a few oneshots (very few) in "Other kinky situations, BONUS, AU & more." ?

My hanahaki chapter might have a more bittersweet ending note, maybe ? (☀️​🌻, kinda unrequited feelings but it's imply that it won't be for long...and a part 2 is in the work that confirm it becomes mutual)

Or the part 1 of my Twins AU chapter ? But part 2 & 3 make it all fine so... (​🔪​☀️​🌻 but part 1 focus on the 🔪​☀️​)

There's also the part 1 of the one where Omega|Basil is assaulted by random alphas, I guess ? But part 2 is all about his lovers comforting him. (☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀)

Again, at worst, my works end on a hopeful note and it's implied that everything will be okay. (or there's another part where things goes well)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Again, I only write happy ends so it's a little hard to say...I guess all my Mari lives AU ones ?

Is it normal to have a crush on three persons ? (☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀 + Minor 🍳​🎹, Oneshot)

(10/31 - HALLOWEEN) (☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀 + Minor 🍳​🎹, Oneshot)

Nothing really had changed. (☀️​🌻​🏀​🎀 + Minor 🍳​🎹, 6 Chapter + 3 Extras)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes but rare enough. I usually delete comments if they pass the limits (insults, slurs, death threats, suibaiting,…)

I don't really mind people stating their opinions as long as it stay polite and don't pollute the comments too much.

9. Do you write s.mut?

YES!! I try to include it in a natural and casual way, especially in multi-chapters fics, because that's what I like to read. It's part of life so it's only natural that it's also part of the characters' life.

I'm aroace & both romance- and sex-repulsed so I'm a little picky with what I like and writing those (romance&sex) can be a little bit of a challenge sometimes.

10. Do you write crossovers? 

I never did and don't plan to in the future but you never know. Probably not though, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not by someone else. I translate my OMORI fics in french little by little myself. It's my first language but somehow writing is easier in english ?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Nope, and I'm not sure I could.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Well, outside of poly ships (cause I really can't chose between those), I guess Sunflower ? It became such an OTP, that I feel genuine distress if I try to read an OMORI fic where they're explicitly not together.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. Unless something happens to me, I will finish all of them even if it takes me years :)

16. What are your writing strengths?  

Um...I've been told that the way I write the characters dynamics is good ? I dunno, if there's some of my readers that see this and want to let me know what they think is my writing strengths, go ahead !

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Beside the way my disability mess with my ability to write so much that I need to use text generation (NovelAI) as an assistive tool ? I dunno, that's kinda the bigger one (￣ ￣|||)

Translating thoughts into words is pretty hard for me so...yeah.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think I would only do it for a language I can speak well enough to not mess up too bad ?

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

OMORI in 2022 <3

The need for more Plural|Sunny fics compelled me ! (It's canon, you can't change my mind)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? 

Oof, tough choice. I love all my fics quite a lot and I can't really chose one so...

And so, he'd wait. (☀️​🌻, mentioned before, I'm quite proud of this one and I love the Yandere/Yandere Unhealthy but Happy relationship going on there, someone once described it as the "healthiest unhealthy relationship" they've ever seen and...well I guess it fit lol)

It wasn't like things couldn't have been different... (☀️​🌻 + ☀️​​🏀, Short: 4 chapter, Angst with a Happy Ending, the whole "I let my chance pass and now he's with someone else" but with a polyamorous resolution~, I also love the discussion between Polly and Basil in the last chapter <3)

Always there for you, always loved you. (🔪​☀️ + ​☀️🌻 ➡️​ 🔪​☀️🌻🍉 + Minor 🎀🍭, Not completed but I really have a soft spot for this fic, I always write Sunny and Basil as autistic but in this one I feel it's the most obvious, also the 🔪​☀️​🌻​🍉!! I love that ship so much)

The door may be locked, but the window isn't. (☀️​🌻 + ❓, Soft Yandere|Basil who wasn't involved in Mari's death here, Not completed but again love the Unhealthy but Happy relationship going on there, the...almost wholesome if you don't think about it vibe)

They've been brothers for millennia, why would that suddenly change now ? (The NariLesh oneshot !! Who became a twoshot but shh...I just really love the whole polycule aspect in this one, the NariLamb moment is so cute, the LeshyCat with Thory playing matchmaker, Leshy comparing Nari's size to the Lamb lol)

Also a bunch of oneshots like the Basil front while visiting Basil. (Basil/Basil) or the Solo-bloodplay & Phone sex. (Basil/Sunny) or the Headspace|Basil fucks Sunny's eye socket. (Headspace|Basil/Sunny) (A lot more wholesome than you'd think when seeing the title, I promise) or Transmasc|Ace|Sunny part 1 & part 2, or...!

Aaand I'm not nearly social enough to even have someone to tag so anyone who's reading this and wants to do it can consider themselves tagged (⌒‿⌒)

[kanzakurawrites]

Hi just read your descendant's book A different tale and I love Mal and hadie relationship.

Do you have any headcanons on it ?

Aw, I'm glad you love them!

I do have some headcanons! I can't share all due to spoilers, but here are some.

Hadie is always talking about his little sister at school, but he never mentions who her mother is for her protection. His friends just know her as "Mali"

When Mal was three, after Hadie finally got back home, she would not leave him alone. It was to the point where she was pretty much attached to his back like a koala for a week straight. (Thankfully, Mal was a pretty light three year old) He didn't mind, since he had missed her just as much, and Maleficent and Hades helped him make a sling to keep Mal in place.

They send each other letters. Hadie always had, and until Mal could learn to read her parents, Borra, or Persephone would read them to her. Then they'd write letters for her, up until she knew how to write.

Even though Apollo is the one that carries their letters (so no one else reads them), Mal and Hadie still write in a mix of Greek, French, Latin and English. Some words are entirely their own creation, which confuses their parents as well.

And as Hadie is fascinated by phoenix's, Mal draws them on the envelopes she sends him. He returns the favor by sending her pictures of dragons. He even once sent a picture of Mushu after meeting him. Mushu had no problem posing for it.

Hadie sometimes patches Mal up when she doesn't want her parents to know how bad she's been hurt. He's caught by the VK code on not telling. (Uma also uses this to her advantage)

Hadie is an honorary member of the Never Lost

Since Hadie is on Auradon for most of the year due to school, he spends his breaks on the Isle. During those weeks and months, the other VK's (such as Cedric Frollo's crew) are a lot more cautious when it comes to threatening Mal as Hadie can't be hurt the same way the others on the Isle can, and no one wants to have him after them for hurting his little sister.

Hadie taught Mal how to braid, but no matter how much she bugs him about it, he won't tell her where he learned to braid.

Since seasons aren't exactly normal on the Isle (always going towards extremes, for some reason), Hadie brings back photos of the seasons to Mal so she can accurately draw them. One the flip side, she helps him get pictures of the Isle for a long term project he's working on.

Hadie flamed up around Mal once when she was five, and it scared him more than it did her, leading to him locking himself up in his room so he wouldn't accidentally hurt her since they still weren't sure how she'd react to fire. She didn't let him hide and stubbornly sat at his door for hours until he finally came out.

Whenever he's on the Isle, Hadie goes looking for sea glass. So throughout the year when he's at Auradon, Mal collects some for him.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

as for the questions, here are my requests :)) you can absolutely choose to only do one of them, do some or even al of them! everything's fine by me!

15, 16, 21, 31, 34, 37 (her with her hyperfixations lol) and B and H

for me these are the most interesting ones based on her canon (and after reading your answer to the previous ask)

Ooooh no no, I'm doing ALL OF THEM <3 you don't deserve less given your support!

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

It depends on the language she's speaking at the moment.

Obviously, if it's French, German or Russian (in that order of knowledge), she'll take a moment to think what she wants to say and how to say it... unless she is effing angry.

She is basically fluent enough in English to barely think about it unless it's some obscure vocabulary that she hasn't encountered before for some reason, and she has no shame in looking it up.

And Spanish (Castilian) is her mother tongue, so she just lets it out. She has the problem though that sometimes, she knows how to say it in one language but can't for the life of her remember how it is in the other, and viceversa (happens to me -_-)

And if she's angry, like ANGRY ANGRY she forgets any language and just howls at you in Spanish (while Soap's rolling on the floor usually)

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Literally? Creepy crawlies. Worms, centipedes (omg, those), slugs (not snails, those are cute), etc etc... makes her skin crawl. If she sees them and is prepared, is not that bad, but if she gets the nasty surprise she might even let out an undignified screech. Johnny only tried to prank her with a slug once, and she didn't talk to him for a week.

Figuratively? She has no problems with blood, guts, and all kind of side effects of being a SAS operative. But what grinds her gears is abuse. Of all kinds. She sees bullying or abuse of any kind, she'll get her hands dirty, consequences be damned. She was bullied while a kid until she started fighting back, and she'll be damned if she tolerates it in her presence.

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

*TRIGGER WARNING*

It hasn't been mentioned I think, and nobody asked, but after her parents death, and the following death of her only surviving grandparent, she fell into deep depression, not knowing what to do now that she was truly alone in the world. She even considered going to a cliff somewhere and... you get my meaning.

She instead decided to leave college and enlist, guided by grief and the desire of fighting the same kind of terrorists that murdered her parents (she worked that out in therapy long ago).

Meeting Johnny gave her an anchor, her person, the sibling she never had. They were each other's support, taking care of each other, and in her worst days, if she got up in the mornings was so he wouldn't have to worry.

Now in the TF141 she feels she has a purpose, a place where she belongs, and although some days it's still hard, it's steadily getting easier.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met? 

Well, first and foremost, Johnny. Not even him is aware of how much his friendship has helped her. Riot literally has no one apart from him, prior to being in the Task Force. She is friends with Kate Laswell (no spoilers but... BUT), and was friendly with her squad, but she is quite an introverted person and for her is difficult to open up.

She is glad to finally be in the 141 (again, no spoilers, BUT), and she cares deeply for the core members, feeling 'at home' at last, and she's thankful that it seems they accept her. That Price has unofficially adopted her (making her sign up papers making him her next of kin) means more than she can say with mere words.

She'll be glad to meet Nikolai (in two chapters) and later down, Zhar, with whom she'll connect in ways she never expected, and quickly.

And of course... she's glad she's met Simon.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

She won't shake it. She'd dwell and drown on it. The loss of Phoenix Squad and her survival (if you can call what happened 'surviving') makes her feel survivor guilt that eats her alive in her worst moments. She couldn't have known, she couldn't have prevented, she couldn't have done anything to save them, but guilt is irrational.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

Lists. Lists and lists and lists. She can remember by heart dozens of dog breeds,recognize music bands just by the singer (but not know the name of the song), swear words in different languages including ones that she does not speak fluently (much to Zhar's disgust, Riot learnt bad words from Nikolai. Bad, bad Nikolai), has music in her head all the time and taps her fingers to the rythm or hums with it. But she'll forget to eat more often than not.

Notes in her phone, in napkins, in kleenex, food wrapping, on the back of her hand, in whatever piece of paper or card she can get her hands on if she absolutely needs to write something down or gets something in her head that needs to be remembered later.

Most of the time in a mix of English and Spanish, unless it's vocabulary of any of the languages she's obsessed with learning at the moment, or improving.

Her notes can (and do) include: chemistry or physics formulas (she forgets those most of the time or mixes them up, and needs them if Johnny is not near), names and pronouns of the recruits she's currently in charge of (along with nicknames if needed), the number of the nearest pizza chain, ...

B) What inspired you to create them?

Brainrot mostly. I started getting COD videos on TikTok and fics and gifs on Tumblr around last Christmas, and listening to ONE LINE, literally, from Ghost made me all mush. Then I started watching more and more, and got the itch, which I hadn't had in years. Like, ten years. I used to draw, I even had (it's still there but inactive) a gallery in DeviantArt, and I wrote fanfiction. Had shit happening in my life and I stopped, had no energy or motivation anymore.

I started fantasizing about writing again, had the script in my head, dialogues, I started taking handwritten notes, I wrote the first chapter in three hours by hand while watching over an exam. The character was fleshed out, at least the basics, since minute one, and I based Riot on my Commander Christine (lol) Shepard which can be seen here. The surname is from Vega from Street Fighter (which is supposed to be Spanish and it's so cringey but I like the name)

H) What trait do you admire most?

She's resilient and relentless. She's like a bull, she won't stop for anything if she has to get to you, tearing walls if needed. She also has a strong will and won't be swayed this or that way (unless you manage to manipulate her, in which case you better prepareAHEMLASWELL). Stands up to anything and anyone, no matter rank or size (and without care for the consequences... which is not really healthy, honestly)

[tuttocenere]

I guess this is a weird question to phrase but what languages do you know? Know isn’t really the right word, but like what languages do you have any experience in, maybe

(Asking because I saw something about knowing lots of languages in some tags and got curious)

I will tell the story of me and the foreign languages I have known. Putting a cut because it's a bit long.

So when I was a little kid, maybe three or four, my mom got me my first English book. It was a picture book with cute orange cats showing various words like jobs, numbers and so on.

As a European I was naturally also exposed to a lot of other languages, Italian, Ukrainian, Turkish and such, in the street, on vacation, on the radio, in church. But I didn't actively try to learn any of them.

When I was maybe eight I found some old university books on Russian that my mom had. Alas that language remains my white whale. I can't really say anything beyond "I like music" and "Larisa is the best traktorist in Odessa" (the book was old). Reading anything takes very long. My accent is atrocious.

From age ten or so, in school, I learned English (easy), Latin (meh) and French (argh) one after the other. I was and am pretty good at all of them although I'm only really fluent in English.

Then as a teenager I liked Mangas and so I started to learn Japanese. I really liked the Chinese characters they use, so I decided to learn Chinese as well. In university I put a massive amount of effort into that, spent a year in China and all that, and I'm pretty good at it now although it's rusty because I rarely speak it. But I can read fluently.

I'm also kind of OK at understanding Japanese but not to the point where I could just read a book or anything.

Throughout school and uni I took a lot of one semester electives on various languages like Esperanto, Arabic, Turkish, Cantonese and so on. None of them really stuck, but at least I have a basic idea of how they work and know a word or two.

Through knowing Latin and French, and through listening to a lot of opera, and through spending some time traveling in Italy, I can understand Italian. I can only say the most basic things actively and I can't really even write down things I hear because I'm unsure about spelling and grammar, but I can read anything.

Through knowing Latin, French, and Italian, I can basically understand Spanish and especially Catalan. I have started actively trying to learn it this year for reasons I have stated elsewhere.

I tried to pull a similar gambit on the Slavic languages by learning Polish, but while that is actually a very interesting language that is kind of halfway between German and Russian, I mildly gave up on it a while ago because I didn't have enough time.

I've also dipped a toe in some duolingo courses on various languages like Gaelic, Danish, and so on, but I don't remember anything.

It's all a bit ironic because I'm not very outgoing, so usually I'm too shy to speak at all, never mind in a foreign language. But I can read poems and stuff and that's really what I wanted.