#ooc I love languages

[crushed-ice]

Fun fact!!

Grusha speaks many languages despite barely speaking! He only knows Paldean Sign Language, but he can read write and speak:

English (Second language, speaks it better than Spanish at this point)

Japanese (Same as English, like Japanese version and English version y'know?)

French (Partially)

Spanish (First language)

Italian (Of Italian descent, Grandmother taught him Italian)

Romanian (Got bored and learned it for fun)

Mandarin (reading and writing only)

Arabic (reading and writing only)

Alright lemme explain. Grusha gets lonely on Glaseado. After the Initial group of challengers face his gym, that's basically it. He spends a lot of time learning languages for fun, he is fascinated by language. He grew up speaking Spanish bc (in my lore) Paldea speaks half Spanish half English and Grusha just happened to be born into a Spanish speaking family. After his parents left, he lived with his grandma and nobody else. She spoke little Spanish and even less English, but spoke fluent Italian because she was an immigrant. Grusha learned English to communicate easier with the other kids in his class, as he had been enrolled in a school that by total coincidence had very few Spanish speakers. He grew up trilingual.

Speaking Italian around his grandma, Spanish around other Paldeans, and English at school. Sometimes he'll fully forget words in any of those three languages and use words from different ones (Ex. Speaking full English and then saying "triste" instead of sad mid-sentence only to return right back to English). He speaks English most fluently as he spent most of his childhood at school, and despite most of his family being Spanish it is his worst language out of the main three. His skills in order of fluency are as follows:

Paldean Sign Language

English/Japanese

Italian

Spanish

Romanian

French

Mandarin

Arabic

He just started learning Arabic in hopes to read new books and learn different histories in places that spoke Arabic, so his Arabic is nowhere near as good as the rest. He only learned Mandarin to visit certain places and still be able to order things on menu's.

[yippee-optimistically]

small lightbrush dump bc i read the most immaculate fic of them last night and cant find anything else that good i havent read. im so obsessed w this yuri rn

[artilite]

if this is their dynamic for s3 i will truly die happy

[circlesuponcircles]

OOC but I really like how you do Mirabelle's expression in this act. The tension and just how tired she is. You do a lot with little details wonderful job!

thank you!!! portraying emotion in my art is probably my favorite thing ever - its always fascinated me how much of it can be shown and projected onto the viewer.

[awittlebabbyboy]

I wanted to draw some ocs whose antics I've enjoyed :)

Kiru and Keiko: @wewerebornsextuplets Kuroba: @flowerakatsuka Sol: @laurzvahll Erina: @girlymatsu Kleo: @wildaboutchu2000

[blood-orange-juice]

The "I'd kill for you. please tell me to kill for you" meme is all well and good but imagine Childe's delight when this is not him but his loved one.

[godblooded]

just an fyi, and it feels like it needs to be said here: your blog is your own space and you should be able to say whatever the fuck you want. if you’re sad? vent. get sad. maybe put it under a cut, definitely tag it, but get sad. if you feel like you need someone to talk to? drop a freaking message about how you’re feeling like you could use a buddy, or anything randomly engaging. if you’re having a hard time, you should feel safe and okay to talk about it in your own space. we’re writers and we’re people and while there’s a lot to be said for how engagement outside of oneself is necessary in rp (and really really needs to improve), i think there’s a lot that must be said about people reaching out to others. it’s become so solitary here — the whole ‘reblog from source’ thing when it comes to shit like about and musings is absurd. the whole refusing to like things is ridiculous. yes, curate your space, that’s important, but curating your space into a studio apartment only you live in doesn’t make this a community anymore, it makes it a studio apartment you live in.

just be yourself here. do whatever you want. but i’m always saying: remember you’re not alone, and don’t let yourself feel that way.

[mittenlady]

it is incredibly easy to tell when people can not write simon blackquill because his speech — at least for his TwIsTeD sAmUrAi persona — is so distinct. it’s difficult for me to explain in words, but if you look at the game transcripts for any period of time you should be able to get a sense for it and it is so aggravating to see fanworks where he isn’t yapping like some victorian era chap with a disposition for the macabre. a heinous fiend pried from the pages of penny dreadful.

“from the outset, i had no intention of paying heed to any of your babble”? bars. he calls apollo a “whelp.” impeccable. “the defendant sought to sow this confusion”? brilliant. “nothing but claptrap and balderdash if you ask me”? iconic. read some 18th century literature or ask the spirit of jane austen for her aid before putting the name of simon blackquill in your mouth my good chap

[dark-ice-god]

(picture taken from pinterest, author unknown)

Katsuki could blame himself for the unfortunate circumstances that led to this.

He could blame himself for overtraining and then forgetting to change his clothes before going outside where wind was gaining momentum.

He could blame himself for ignoring the signs telling him about the problems with his health. The constant headache, will to sleep and weakness continued for a while, but he didn't pay attention to them, and that resulted in—what else could it be—him being sick. But he did go to school today, because he had an important exam.

It was rainy, cold, dark evening of November. The train was almost full, but he hadn't had a stranger sitting with him. There was a backpack on the seat next to him as the person whose thing it was left for a couple of minutes.

Katsuki leaned to the glass, choosing a droplet of water. It was doing well at first, but at the very end lost.

"Damn it."

He held back a cough and closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep, proper inhale. His throat was sore and in pain, it hurt to speak.

Katsuki curled against the back of his seat, creating slightest explosions to keep himself warm. Or, at least, make a feeling of that. Kariage, when he would return, wouldn't notice the pain he was in at that moment.

Someone touched him, awakening from the little sleep he was in. Katsuki shifted closer to the warm body, not opening his eyes.

"How did it come to this, Katsuki?"

No responce. Katsuki was too tired to answer. He only muttered something, feeling an arm circle around his shoulders, gently pressing them.

"Alright, have a rest. We are getting to the station soon."

The train vibrated slightly, calming the tired mind down. Katsuki fully relaxed on Kariage's shoulder. That day was honestly bad, but maybe — maybe — the evening would be slightly better.

[bubba-draws]

draw suggest: hollow and grimm exchanging gifts~

This was supposed to be one (1) drawing but I may have gotten a little insane

[mrthenarrator]

Me: *shoves N into the same room as Narry*

N: NO! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH MEN THIS WEEK! ARE YOU TRYING TO TRIGGER MY PTSD?!

Me: Oh come on it will be fine! Just say hi! It will be good for you to have a friend at the collab! *pushes her towards Narry*

N: *stumbles and then dusts herself off before giving Narry a look of disgust.*

Me: Say hi!

N: Eat sh*t. *flips of Narry*

Me: *facepalms*

The Narrator looks at N patiently and nods. "Well... Hello to you too." He replies simply, he vaguely thinks to a certain adventure line he knows and opts to take a more composed approach. "You are in the marching band collab as well? I can't wait to see you there on the day of performance, then. What instrument are you playing?" The Narrator asks curiously.

[bl-inkstone]

as much as i love serious no-nonsense alhaitham, i like to imagine him engaging in silly little mock arguments in different languages with a haravatat or vahumana reader that he (privately) considers one of his dearest friends. he probably spins it as a learning opportunity for both of you ("conversation is a good way to properly grasp the nuances of conversation and the little linguistic gimmicks of a language, after all") but in all honesty? alhaitham enjoys just being able to indulge in what he'd normally consider "pointless" or "childish" behavior with someone he knows won't judge him for it, and will enthusiastically join in when he offers.

(and as a personal plus for him: not only does it give him an outlet for every niche tidbit of history he's accumulated over the years in order to create not only incredibly witty responses that are also factual and accurate to the time period, but also, your company is exactly what he needs after a long day at work. there's no better pick-me-up than hearing you try to hide your snort when he drops a particularly hard line. he's glad you think he's funny. your joy is a wonderful sight to see.)

he treasures the moments where he can sit beside you, trading light jabs and in-character insults at each other in your private corner of lambad's tavern. to alhaitham, it's moments like these that remind him that there's more to life than just his work, his hobbies, and himself.

good food, good drinks, and good company mark the end of most of alhaitham's days, and his heart always leaves the tavern full and content with the promise of seeing you again soon, safe and whole and happy, in the table you've always saved a seat for him at since your days in the akademiya.

(can be read as platonic or romantic! either way, alhaitham cares greatly for you and enjoys the times you can spend together, even when it's mostly spent trading insults in languages both of you have varying levels of mastery in lmao)

[limitlessscion]

100% sukuna should have eaten satoru's corpse

[ofyorkshire]

sitting on bj now bc now i'm thinking about his gender again and how i have no idea how to figure it out because he doesn't totally seem to know, and even if he did, there's a huge discrepancy between the films (where i primarily base my portrayal) and the novels.

i think he should experiment more. he doesn't get to, but he should. i think he's mostly afraid of the reactions he'd get from friends, whether he decides "yeah, actually, i'm a girl / i'm genderfluid / i thought i was something else for a while but actually i think i am cis after all and just feel euphoric cross-dressing, sorry, i've never been allowed to form an identity until now", and idk. whatever it is, i think i do need to figure it out, eventually, if only bc it seemed so important to him that barry gannon understood him.

whatever tumbles out of him when i get the chance to really shake him for it, i'm soft about bj having the freedom to discover himself. and i'm soft thinking about him having friends who'll accept him not in just whatever he finds, but his in searching.

[apolsup]

There's plenty of time

characters: Fionna Campbell, Simon Petrikov, Betty Grof (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Simon Petrikov/Fionna Campbell

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter lmao, I added a few words, changed some. Its still mostly the same ت

I have no idea how to make a good title...

The dark haired man sat in the grass, somewhere close by his new house, having moved from the previous one only a few weeks ago. It didn't really bother him that much, he never got too attached to it anyways. His gaze was lost on the moon, almost feeling like it was looking back at him. The music in the back of his mind present as multiple memories and different thoughts threatened to overwhelm him.

"Hey, dude?" ah, right. When he was about to forget where he was completely lost in his thoughts, Fionna's voice brought him out of them, suddenly grounding him. The blonde leaned towards him, looking up at the taller man with concern and something that resembled determination, because even with her nerves on edge and her skin as red as possible, making her freckles dissapear from foreign eyes, she felt the courage to tell him all those feelings that she had been harboring for months.

"I have something. Something really really important, that I seriously need to tell you" she began, and there was no turning back since his attention was fully on her now, making her feel even more nervous under his curious gaze.

"this may sound a bit weird, or even crazy... But I think that, during all these months I have realized that... That I feel something for you, something different. Something that you could not like, but I really need to tell you this, man. It has been eating me alive for so long and so im tired of hiding how much I like you. Because I do, I- I think I love you, Simon" the tone in her voice demonstrated the seriousness of her words. A tone that the man with the silver streak of hair was not used to hear from the shorter woman.

Simon frowned, his white snowy eyes escaping the baby blue gaze that reflected the dark sky.

"you... I-" he looked for the correct words, visibly shocked by her sudden confesion "this is more complicated than you think, Fionna" he sighed

"My heart has been closed for so long... I don't know if I'm even capable of this anymore. To open myself to someone in that way" his words always being so carefully picked. Fionna then took her companion's hand with determination, sending an electric sensation to the depths of his heart

"give me a chance. Just one chance, man. Let me take care of your heart, let me take care of you, I... I really want to do it" she said, leaning dangerously again over Simon, who, because of his nerves was leaning back, bringing his hands to the wet grass and squeezing it there, searching for the answers to his problems.

Love was a strange thing, wasn't it? It always appears when you least expect it, before you can even realize what it is. To Simon it was like that, in the blink of an eye the woman he saw as a close friend, who he shared a deep bond with became the person his heart and mind ached to be with, to care for, that plead to make happy and in response to be happy with her... To him, the time didn't matter, it wasn't of use, because even with the passing of the months he still couldn't forget about her.

The abysmal distance between them did nothing to appease the growing fire in his soul as well. Even the difference in their ages, that at first made him reconsider his own feelings, was not able to hold him long enough from seeing her in that way, because in the end of the day they were both grown adults, mature enough to make their own choices, adults that met eachother only a few months ago yet they felt like they knew the other from even longer.

And the temptation of those lips was becoming too much for the taller man to handle, with the woman who tormented him every night in his dreams practically on top of his lap, looking for his acceptance and his love. The woman's voice hypnotized him, her gaze made him lose himself in space, and her gentle hands on his own made him shiver.

All of it was too much, so in the midst of the darkness that enveloped them, their lips met in an awkward kiss.

Despite the scratchy wounds on Simon's lips, constantly bitten by the anxiety and stress caused by his life in Ooo, Fionna loved them tenderly, wanting to hold his face and kiss it, wanting to heal his wounded lips with all the love overflowing in her chest, wanting to fill the man with hope in the middle of the emotional desert he had inside of his heavy heart.

As they separated, Simon felt a mix of emotions. Doubt and fear still loomed, along with a bit of guilt for feeling like he was betraying the red-haired woman he had loved for years. But he knew that Betty would never come back, and he knew that even she would agree with him doing this, after all she was the one who gave him the chance to rebuild his life and maybe... Just maybe, this was what he needed. Feeling that his long gone lover was giving him this opportunity with Fionna gave him a glimmer of hope. And when the blonde left his lips she gently caressed his face, looking into his eyes.

"you don't have to accept right away" she told him in a tone he couldn't describe

"I'm willing to wait for you, no matter how long it takes" she intertwined her fingers with his and looked at him, smiling sincerely.

Those words filled the short haired man with gratitude and something he had missed feeling, joy. He realized that, perhaps, this was the right thing, during his weakest moments it was thanks to her that he truly smiled, and maybe with her he could seek a path where he finds himself feeling better, feeling happy.

All of the emotions were too much for him to handle, and his eyes started to let thick tears run freely, letting out a silent sob. It had been so long since he had been able to cry and now he was doing it in front of the woman he wanted to love and take care of, the one that had an understanding smile for him.

So Fionna wrapped her arms around him, letting him let his emotions out as much as he wanted and in turn she felt a pair of arms wrap her waist, a shy and weak grip on her side at first but it became strong as he gained confidence. For hours they held each other in their arms, and in the light of the all knowing moon, they felt that maybe. Just maybe. Things would turn out ok for the both of them.

[percentstardust]

dragons leaning their foreheads against one another and their riders as a love language....REAL.