Shuro's Retainers and the flowers from their nicknames
I really wanted to see what these flowers look like so I compiled some information about them. I tried to find the best info I could but it might not be 100% accurate (Things like flower language can vary and I couldn't find much in English)
Maizuru
Real Name: Iyo
Flower: Maizurusou (マイヅルソウ)
English name: Snakeberry, False Lily Of The Valley
Scientific name: Maianthemum dilatatum
Flower Language (Hanakotoba): The face of a innocent girl
Hien
Real Name: Naka
Flower: Hiensou (ヒエンソウ)
English name: Doubtful Knight's Spur
Scientific name: Consolida ajacis
Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Lightness, cheerfulness, free-spirited living
Benichidori
Real Name: Matsu
Flower: Benichidori (紅千鳥)
English name: Japanese plum
Scientific name: Prunus mume, Armeniaca mume
Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Nobility, Loyalty, Elegance
Inutade
Real Name: Hijouhi
Flower: Inutade (イヌタデ)
English name: Bristled Knotweed
Scientific name: Persicaria longiseta
Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Reliant, Depedant, "I want to be helpful"
Asebi
Real Name: Unknown, Izutsumi
Flower: Asebi (アセビ)
English name: Japanese Andromeda, Japanese Pieris
Scientific name: Pieris japonica
Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Dedication, Always with you, "I want to go traveling with you"
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while im at it neopronoun opposition is weird to me as a swedish person.. the whole debate is so anglocentric that they assume every language landed on the same solution they did, to reuse a plural pronoun as a gender neutral one and then they think any other solution is absurd or unheard of. what do you mean you just made another pronoun up you cant do that!! etc
coz its like here in the 2014 the swedish academy accepted 3rd person pronoun "hen" (as opposed to hon/han) like officially into our word list after it gained some popularity in the 2010s. like that is a NEOPRONOUN that someone just Came Up With in like the 60s and then people just started using it and now its just a recognized part of our language. sure we could've also reused our plural pronoun "de/dem" as a gender neutral one but we just made up a new one instead. and to like imply that mainstream use of a neopronoun is just UNHEARD OF and that neopronouns is something the mainstream could NEVER GET USED TO EVER!!! is... your perspective is very limited to the english speaking world is all i can say
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Me da ganas de escribir un fanfic sobre tu AU de Fairy Timmy ¿crees que me podrías esplicar más sobre el proceso de adopción de hará y ahijado y la creación de los dobles que remplazan a esos ahijados? ¿quien fue el ultimó ahijado antes de Timmy en ser adoptado por sus padrinos mágicos?
Ask Translation: It makes me want to write a fanfic about your AU of Fairy Timmy. Do you think you could explain to me more about the process of adopting fairies and godson and the creation of the doubles that replace those godchildren? Who was the last godson before Timmy to be adopted by her magical godparents?
Of course! On top of the DMV and Fair Foods, the Godchild has to go through special training with Jorgen before adoption. Jorgen has the final say on adopted Godchildren.
Changelings are made through the hard work of the Godchild. It can't be outsourced to someone else. The Godchild compacts their Unwishes, cooks it, then carves out their own replica. The more wishes, the better the mold.
It's been so long since the last godchild, that the records are lost.
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Translation below ! Traducción a continuación
Lo siento, mi español es como mas o menos. me puedo leer pero mi traduccion y mi forma de escribir es muy malo :(
Con el DMV y comida de hadas*, el ahijado debe pasar por un entrenamiento especial con Jorgen antes de la adopción. jorgen tiene la ultima palabra sobre los ahijados adoptados.
Los dobles se crean con al trabajo duro del ahijado.No se puede delegar en otra persona. El Ahijado compacta sus Deseos, cocina y luego crea un propia réplica. Más deseos, mejor es el molde.
Ha pasado tanto tiempo desde el último ahijado, que los registros se han perdido.
*no sabo la palabra correcta para "Fairy", pero mi padres se dicen que es "hadas"
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König Teasing Reader in His Dialect
I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c
“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”
A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?
“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”
With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.
“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”
Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.
“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”
“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”
“Are you being sappy right now?”
But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.
“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”
Finally, some words you could understand.
“Love you too, König.”
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The day before yesterday I was looking at statistics about reading habits in different countries (average book count per year, age, most read genre, etc) and then yesterday i came across a poll here asking how many books youve read so far this year and now im wondering:
The highest I saw (not just in that poll's tags but on other socials as well) was 365! With the person in question being a lil under 300 rn.
The lowest (and no shame here! I myself have picked up reading again after a long time and it's quite the challenge) was 1! But I also saw lots of people aim for 5.
The average seems to be anywhere around 30 to 60!
And the second most common bracket (interesting that it's also the one made up of mostly late teens and early 20yos) is 10-30!
Idk if anyone will read this but if u do, id love to know more about your thought process in the tags!
(Just pls be kind to each other and no fucked up elitism lol)
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