#preverb

[luci4theminorannoyance]

konig hc’s for plus sized reader:

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a/n: I don’t usually write headcannons for specific body-types cuz I want all people to enjoy what I write BUT since Konigs VA is a massive jerk and projects onto his character in the worst ways, I’ve decided to write this

-this man loves, no ADORES using your lap and tighs as a pillow, his large hands wrapping around your waist and cuddling up softly

-would, should, and does spend hours complementing you in the mirror. Every last detail catches his eyes and makes him like a big love-sick puppy

-“more places to kiss” is his all time favorite cheesy response when you tell him that you feel self-conscious about your weight

-would spend days just picking you up and cuddling you everywhere he went if he could cuz he has missions he sadly can’t

-most lovesick, heart shattering, sad puppy dog eyes whenever you say something bad about yourself. He couldn’t let his schatz think of themselves that way!!

-the most side eye he has ever given to someone was one of his teammates when they commented on someone else’s weight. Especially if it was yours

-my man’s would PUNCH his VA if he ever met him. Square in the face with a knee-kick square in the junk

-can easily pick you up over his shoulder CUZ HES FRICKING HUGE. Don’t deny that he could. >:/

[goldkirk]

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[avarkriss]

ways i have menaced my husband this weekend:

signing to the baby with english sign while switching back and forth between speaking spanish and italian

[insertsona]

uh. i have no caption for these . smalled him

[kolibri-herz]

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Tag list: @sh-tposter2021 @casmosmoon @hoesindifferentshows @daffodildelight @stuckinaoaktree @this-is-music @good-so @farleyis @starksdaughter20

Part 1

It has been a couple of days since your confession and Hobie was conflicted on whether he should rip the preverbal bandaid off and tell you of his secret identity, and possibly putting you at risk for potentially dangerous circumstances in the future, or keep you in the dark for a little while longer until he felt brave enough with himself and his situation to come forward; After all personal relationships -whether platonic or romantic- and Spider-Man never went well together. It was a sacrifice placed upon the shoulders of all variations who were chosen to dawn the mask of Spider-Man.

For if the legacy of being Spider-Man was a death sentence to those who are close, Hobie doesn’t want you death to be treated as his ‘canon event’ or whatever hand fisted bullshit excuse Miguel was trying to ram down everyone’s throats in order to justify in allowing a loved one of theirs to die. Hobie refuses that being the case and due to his righteous mistrust of Miguel, he kept your name out of his mouth unless it was within the presence of the few he could trust; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen.

‘So they have a crush on you.’ Pavitr began.

‘Yeah.’

‘And you have a crush on them.’ Miles jumped in.

‘Ain’t no point in hiding it.’ Hobie cooly replied because why should he bother hiding the obvious.

‘So…what’re you going to do about it?’ Gwen finishes and Hobie only shrugs in response, ‘dunno.’

Pavitr made an face of exaggerated shock and looks over at Miles and Gwen, who were already expecting this reaction from him as they exchanged looks with him, before looking back at Hobie. ‘Dunno, the person you like has expressed that they like you too-‘ ‘-it wasn’t me they were talking to Pav, it was Spider-Man, clear difference. No need to rom-com it.’ Pavitr waved his comment away and continues on his tangent, ‘they like you, you like them and your response to all that is; Dunno?!’ Hobie -again- shrugs. He really didn’t know what to do, yes the feelings between you two were mutual but that didn’t mean he was going to risk your safety over them; no matter how deeply he feels them to the point where the mere idea of you being put at risk because of him acting out of his selfishness in having you, made him physically hurt.

Hobie would rather enact upon his selfishness in a way that meant letting you go and moving on to someone who wasn’t going to be putting your life in constant danger, whilst also getting to shamelessly cling onto some part of you in the process; even if that meant just being your friend, even though he already knew that wasn’t what you wanted. ‘What do you want me to do Pavitr?’ Hobie began, ‘Go up to them and be like ‘remember the talk you had with Spider-Man up on the roof? Yeah that was me and no I’m not having a laugh because I like you too.’ He made a face at this, ‘nah I’d rather them call me a nonce for the rest of my life, well that is if they still want me in their life afterwards for lying to them this entire time.’ He murmurs the last part to himself mostly and it was silent for a while as he, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles sat on what has been said.

The later three shared a look between them as Hobie looked at a picture of the two of you that he kept within the pockets of his vest, smiling softly to himself as the echos of your laughter ran in his head like a melody he could set his soul adrift to on his most sleepless of nights. It was obvious to Gwen, Pavitr and Miles that Hobie held you close to his chest, right where his heart is; Gwen in particular was aware of how much of an impact you had on Hobie from the times she spent at his place and it was obvious as to where it was that you touched as Hobie made it apparent to keep it that way. You’ve made a home for yourself within Hobie’s heart and she knew that he’d fight to keep you in his life.

‘Hobie,’ he lifted his eyes to meet theirs, ‘would you rather be afraid to tell them who you are for the rest of your life, or tell them while you still have the chance because from what you’ve already told us about y/n, they wouldn’t hate you or call you a nonce, whatever that is.’ Miles mumbled under his breath as Hobie raised his brows, ‘has it crossed your mind at all that you might just overthinking all this? Not to say the fear ain’t real, what I’m trying to get at is this; you should pursue what makes you happiest, regardless of the fears you may have because in the end isn’t it better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all?’

Hobie mulled on Miles’ advice once he got back to his reality before finding himself standing on that very same rooftop where his conflict began, looking down as he clutched his mask between both hands in contempt, so much so that he didn’t even hear your voice call out to him until you were right next to him. ‘Hobie? Everything alright?’ He had told you prior to meet up on the rooftop of some abandoned apartment complex that you were more then camisole with at this point, but the way he said it made you feel as though there was something eating away at your best friend and you weren’t about to let him go through anything alone without you.

Upon realising how close you were to him, Hobie was slick enough to hide his mask behind his back when he addressed you, stuffing it into his back pocket so that you wouldn’t get overly curious as to his hand placement but then again you were always as observant as him when he noticed the way your eyes lingered, like you already knew what this was about; to which Hobie wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for it would make this situation a lot easier for you to process what you already knew. ‘Yeah, everything’s cool, why is it that you think somethings up?’ The raise of your brows only told Hobie that you weren’t buying it, ‘oh I think there is but it looks to me that you need a little prompting.’ and without missing a beat your hand was halfway to reaching for his back pocket when he caught your wrist, holding it there as he looked at you incredulously. ‘The hell was that for knobhead.’

You shrugged, ‘like I said, you needed prompting otherwise you wouldn’t be defending whatever’s in your back pocket so adamantly as you are now.’ You were smart, Hobie had to give you that as he lets go of your wrist and decides to quit the unnecessary prolonging and pulled out the mask from his back pocket, chucking it into your awaiting hands as he then sat himself near to the edge with his back facing you so he couldn’t see the look upon your face when you say, ‘so this is what you were hiding from me…I knew Spider-Man felt too familiar and now I know why.’ He heard your footsteps get closer before stopping all together as you sat yourself next to him.

You were both silent but it was a silence loud enough to dampen out anything else in that moment and Hobie didn’t know where this silence would lead to, and neither did you as you were now realising that you had confessed your feelings to your best friend without knowing it; which was already enough to take in but for that friend to also be spider-man was a whole other thing to unpack. Where you mad that he didn’t tell you? No, not even in the slightest but you were more worried then you could ever be mad, after all you just found out your crush and best friend was spider-man for fuck sakes so of course you’d be more worried for his well being. ‘Here,’ you tell him, holding out his mask for him to take, ‘you can have it back.’ Hobie did as you asked and took his mask back, but before it was fully in his grasp you yanked it away from his reach, causing him to look at you.

‘Give it.’ He tells you straightforwardly but you stood your ground as you pressed a finger to your cheek, ‘not until you tell me something first; did you know I had a crush on you prior.’ Hobie shrugs. ‘No, honestly it wasn’t until but you admitted that you liked me that somethings started to make sense.’ You hummed, content with his answer but you weren’t through quite yet. ‘Do you…feel the same.’ You once again asked but this time your voice wasn’t as steady and strong, it was fearful and hesitant; something Hobie never wants you to be when near him.

‘Of course I do, I thought I made it obvious when I personally dealt with those who chatted shit about you behind you back, I thought it was obvious that when I let you into my heart, that there would be no way that I was letting you go but with this,’ he gestured to the mask in your outstretched hand, ‘made it all the more harder for me to do that without putting you in danger; I was hiding this other life from you to protect you but you were always too observant for your own good but it’s one of the many things I love about you.’ Hobie admits, happy he finally got it off of his chest. After hearing all that, you gave him back his mask and rested your head against his shoulder, murmuring, ‘your such a hassle.’

Hobie smiled for what felt like the first time in a long while throughout this whole situation and slugged his arm over your shoulder before resting his head on top of yours, ‘yeah but I’m your hassle.’ He says before pressing a kiss to your head, feeling you as you snuggle into his side, smiling to yourself, ‘how unfortunate.’ You say half heartedly as Hobie joins in, ‘yeah, poor you.’

[deutschhaven]

SENTENCE REORDERING: How to flex sentences in german

SENTENCE REORDERING: How to flex sentences in german

Have you ever seen a German sentence such as “Glücklich spielt das Kind” or “Am Abend fahren wir nach Berlin”? and then you ask, “was für einen Satz ist das? Where is the subject and why is it not in the first position like I was thought?” Well, I did as well 🤷🏾‍♀️ until I got to learn about sentence reordering or flexing. Continue reading to know the various ways sentences can be…

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

decide put this separate post too because originally was kind of derail own post lol (but to be fair this not vague post @ anyone who respond to that post bc again didn’t really understand what people say) but like

don’t think most people understand sheer exhaustion of literal everyone medical people service providers verbal “activists" even other nonspeaking people try go for "better more correct term more respectful more accurate" term for me n friend like me

every few moments there this new thing then this new thing this new thing that supposedly better n is Actual Right Term this time & you need use for whole group

especially when literally no one asked us. or only asked a few of us with one specific experience out of many. or took what few of us said n then snowballed into something unrecognizable.

am nonverbal. not nonvocal not preverbal not nonspeaking not this not that not any those terms. just nonverbal. most correct most respectful best term for person who can tell you preference is just that term they prefer. n. for me & a LOT of us that just nonverbal.

nonverbal not "less correct" (maybe sometimes also come with "but fineeee we will reluctantly let people who want be called that be called that (they poor little thing too dumb to know better so it okay). but still incorrect term") than nonspeaking or any whatever form of similar concept

"we want most respectful way call this group of people" "am nonverbal can call me nonverbal please call me nonverbal" "no not like that"

no one actual care about what nonverbal people say no one actual care about our voice. so pretty say listen to them give them voice they deserve heard, talk about how it wrong speak over them speak for them how evil evil parents teacher doctors all do it (many do do it yes), but when “they” (we) actually have voice n use it then suddenly they (we) don’t know what they (we) talk about then they (we) wrong about (own experience about how call our own self). basically tell us we too loud we too dumb know stuff we should shut up more.

nonverbal people perfect puppet to make self look good because. “speak for the voiceless” bc if voiceless can’t tell you wrong. can always have power over. can manipulate their message into whatever you want.

lucky few who get voice in way can be (relatively) easy understood, speak up. hey no that wrong. stop speak for us. suddenly don’t want us have voice anymore.

or. “no you not voiceless am advocating for voiceless” redefine whoever protest them out of their convenient definition

if given evidence that nonverbal people, people you claim you advocate for, people personally living it, that some nonverbal people still call self nonverbal. n response is “but that wrong” “that not accurate”, go on theoretical linguistic debate about suffix “-verbal”, or history lesson on ableist abuse mistreatment of nonverbal people & people who cannot speak via mouth, or whatever

who you doing advocacy for. really.

because clearly not for nonverbal people. clearly not me

keep me out of your mouth if you use advocacy for “poor voiceless people” like me as pat on back for self to make self feel so good about self.

[direquail]

One of my headcanons for Nona is that deep down inside of her she remembers how every single plant, animal, insect, fungus, and single-celled organism on Earth fucked. And that's why she thought the picture of the flowers was sexy, because they're literally horny plants, and she knows that even if she doesn't remember the exact words for it.

One of the things Tamsyn Muir mentioned in interviews was that Nona's way of understanding things is "primal", and I interpreted that as her knowing a lot of things, but knowing them in a way that is preverbal, so she is unable to articulate them (also why I pinged on her saying that when she stood in salt water with someone, she felt like she'd be able to "answer all their questions")

And one of the things that I thought was really clever (and hilarious) about the scene where Nona tells Camilla what she thinks is sexy is because--thinking flowers are sexy has kind of a cultural connotation of being romantic and naive, so that's how she's interpreted by the people around her. But really she's saying, "those flowers have their whole pussy out". Like

"what are you mean sex things are out of the question Camilla, there's a HUGE PORN BILLBOARD downtown"

[thesimline]

It’s a dark and stormy October weekend, and the top crust of 1930s high society have gathered at the country manor of King Candy, a lauded and savvy business magnate. Alas, the high spirits of the weekend have been dashed - murder most foul, and this time it isn’t the butler who’s done it! In fact, he’s the unfortunate soul at the end of a gleaming gold dagger. Each suspect has their own clandestine motives, but which of their secrets was the sorry servant about to expose? The story continues under the cut…

URSULA

Once a highly regarded starlet of the theatrical stage, she longs for those bygone days of youth, beauty and fame. What depths would she be willing to plum in order to return to her glory?

Skin | Turban | Earrings (TSR) | Necklace | Dress | Robe | Gloves (Vampires) | Right Ring (TSR) | Right Bracelets (Fashion Street) | Left Ring (TSR) | Left Bracelets (My Wedding Stories) | Stockings (TSR) | Shoes

GASTON

As a professional trophy hunter this playboy has the wealth, looks and notoriety that makes the ladies swoon. Even more so once they hear his seductive french accent. But will his bad boy image transform into a more beastly reputation once his violent past is exposed?

Hat | Hair (TSR) | Outfit | Socks (Base Game) | Shoes

JAFAR

With the latest fad for exotic home decor all the rage, his dealing in antiquities has created quite a kingdom of wealth. It’s even whispered among social circles that he promises to bring your dreams to life, but is he really just a snake in gentleman’s clothing?

Turban | Moustache (Base Game) | Outfit | Ring (TSR) | Socks (Base Game) | Shoes (My Wedding Stories)

MALEFICENT

With her snooty attitude and thorny personality, this old money socialite puts most people at ill ease, but will the 16 year long grudge against her nemesis be her ultimate downfall?

Skin | Hat | Hair | Earrings (TSR) | Necklace | Top & Pants | Ring (TSR) | Shoes

KING CANDY

Purveyor of fine confections and even sweeter business alliances, he has all his fingers in the preverbal pie. His eye is forever looking over his shoulder wondering which will catch up with him first - his passion for racing automobiles or his turbulent, mysterious past.

Hair | Glasses (TSR) | Moustache (Base Game) | Top | Right Rings (TSR) | Left Ring (TSR) | Pants (retired) | Shoes (Get Famous)

CRUELLA DE VIL

Rumours abound that her materials may come from nefarious sources, although that doesn’t stop the lauded designer’s fashions from flying off the racks. But is there a scandal just around the corner that threatens to dog her reputation?

Skin | Hat | Hair (TSR) | Necklace | Outfit | Gloves (Curseforge) | Ring (TSR) | Cigarette Holder | Stockings | Shoes (TSR)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @lamatisse @sentate @its-adrienpastel @jius-sims @hezzasims @softerhaze @serenity-cc @nucrests @qicc @candysims4 @delis-sims @madlensims

[ironunderstands]

I’ve already made several posts on it, but I’m again gonna go over how Aventurine’s and Ratio’s argument scene Has To Be Acting For Both Of Them.

So, I’m going to approach this by interpreting the scene as if it’s genuine, to demonstrate how that makes no sense.

Aventurine made the plan pre-Penacony, but he didn’t let Ratio in on it until after their argument, making Ratio’s end of the conversation genuine but not Aventurine’s.

This doesn’t make sense for several reasons. The most obvious being “why the fuck would he not tell Ratio of the plan if he clearly needed him for it?”. Did he want to cause Ratio severe emotional distress and confusion? What the fuck does that get Aventurine. And if this is the case, when Ratio supposedly goes to report the loss of the Cornerstones to the IPC, all that he would find out is that it was part of the plan the entire time, and he would reasonably be even more mad. Aventurine would then have to brief Ratio in on everything and somehow convince him to trust him in like not even a day’s worth of time they have free during the events of 2.0 and 2.1. If this is the case, then Aventurine was written to be a risky, selfish idiot, a complete contradiction of the fact that he is an amazing planner and geniunely one of the smartest members of the cast, who we know weighs every outcome and thinks of every possibility.

This also means he just fucking stood there while Ratio was yelling at him and was like “oh wait till this guy finds out” LIKE??? WHY. WHY WOULD HE DO THAT. Ignoring the fact that the shit Ratio says to Aventurine is completely out of character for him if it isn’t acting, would he not pick up on the fact that Aventurine seems rather unbothered about the stuff he’s saying. Like Aventurine visibly looks upset, but like, wouldn’t Ratio be a little confused about the lack of rebuttal? Also in what universe is Ratio going to agree to go to Penacony with Aventurine and be fine with not being told why he’s there? This scenario expects both of them to be incredibly stupid, ridiculously lucky (even for Aventurine) and somehow have magic time bending powers that allow a complete 180 in Ratios character.

But wait! It gets dumber!

2. Aventurine and Ratio make the plan AFTER their argument.

This interpretation is so flawed that I don’t even know where to begin, so I’m gonna start with the thing that stuck out immediately to me, ie WHY????? WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS?? We know Aventurine got the cornerstones pre-Penacony because a) how would Sunday confiscate them in the first place and b) his conversation w Topaz in 1.4 in which he asks for her help. So like, did he not have a plan going in? Did he somehow convince Jade and Topaz to give him their cornerstones with no plan?? “Oh yeah I know these objects are very important to yall can I just borrow them real quick??” Like??!? Did he have a plan but it completely failed and he somehow came up with one in the less than a day of free time he had??? Why do we hear no mention of it then??? And if he had another plan, then why are all the pieces for the current one perfectly in place. Why does Ratio as his mission partner luckily have access to the cornerstone box? Why can the Jade stone be a perfect dupe for the Aventurine one if that wasn’t its intended purpose? Why was the Jade stone luckily even in the random bag if he didn’t plan on it getting confiscated??

This also has similar problems to the last one, no way in hell is Ratio going to agree to an important mission with no plan or a clearly flawed one that immediately falls apart, and no way in hell is Aventurine gonna take the Fuck Around And Find Out Method.

Ratio and Aventurine both get the preverbal idiot ball in either geniune interpretation of this scene, if they aren’t acting then they are both varying degrees of incredibly fucking stupid and it heavily diminishes the impact of the plot. “Aventurine and Ratio planned it from the start” makes an amazing plot twist and demonstrates their characters perfectly. “Aventurine and Ratio made it up along the way and it somehow worked out” is very stupid and hinges on the writers bending the plot around them to have it function for them, rather than making the characters have the plot function for themselves. Playing this scene straight takes two incredibly smart, calculating characters and turns them into complete fucking idiots, and that’s ignoring the myriad of other plot and character reasons for why this scene can’t be genuine.

[themsource]

Life Update 7/13/2024

I'm alive.

There's a lot that's gone on and is going on but I'm here. There's of course a lot going on in my life and has been going on that has once again kept me away. I will not divulge or explain, because I don't wish to. It was a lot, still is a lot, and is extremely personal.

I'm not leaving the undertale fandom as a creative, however, I will be leaving the fandom as a social participant. There's too much corruption and bitterness, too much drama and judgement in the social side of the fandom that I choose not to tolerate anymore.

There are too many people that would rather lie about who they are and what they believe as well as abuse or cut off people that have done them no harm in order to be liked and to gain approval. Acting as if life is one long extended episode of black mirror where your social ranking matters more than empathy to a fellow human, where the echo chamber is god and what's logically right and wrong doesn't matter in the face of personal opinion and paranoia.

I'm too old, and too tired.

Fandom is supposed to be fun, not a nightmare of walking on broken glass and eggshells. I have my small handful of friends that have proven that they are genuine people that legitimately don't care about the nonsense that goes around and imaginary pitchforks that can make them more popular or gain them more friends if they were to follow abusive hate trends and ignorant accusation posts lacking concrete evidence. I feel safe with them and will keep to them, always.

I no longer have time to deal with the "misunderstandings" or "confusion" that happens so often in large groups playing telephone or with those that try to fit words to their own narrative and understanding without attempting to think outside their own preverbal box of preconceived notions and bias, and don't care to do so.

I will no longer attempt to clear up anything or try to be understood by those that honestly don't know me and don't wish to, and who clearly only seek a thrill in causing pain and taking their own projected hurts and frustrations out on someone.

There will be no conversations. Every single online stranger reading this now is free to think what they want about me, even the untruths if they're so inclined.

I'm done trying.

The internet is where the hateful and cruel strive behind an anonymous mask—one often disguised in kindness and supposed acceptance—and of which is the whole of their life and meaning. But it is not mine.

Them, and the internet at large, is not worth my time, health, or life.

When I joined this fandom after my mother's death a few years ago I signed up for an experience that could bring a smile to my face while I gave one in turn to others while I dealt with my grief. Not to be shoved into situations where uneducated youths and adults in their 30s-40 with the maturity of previously said youths go rampart with the need to harm others, either to get ahead or for their own benefit in manipulation to get something out of others.

I have steadily been pulling away more and more over the years because of this. Struggling with the overflow of depression and stress that it has caused me, in turn making me push away and withdraw from people who didn't deserve it in many instances because my own value and self-worth tanked due to the self-deprecating thoughts it caused me.

I am not a saint.

I've done my fair share of wrongs, some of which I will never personally feel I have accounted for properly. I stood silent out of fear of being attacked when I should have said something to help someone wrongly accused by supposed friends and mutuals, I hid in the shadows and didn't think to lend a hand to people I saw were clearly in need because I didn't feel worthy of doing so, and probably many other things that I am unfortunately not aware of because they were never brought to my attention.

Because most people online don't believe in actual conversation but rather in blocking and spreading misinformed assumptions, and in dreaded call out posts so as to earn brownie points for "exposing" (or the nicer form of saying it, but is still just as cruel because the posters know that it WILL lead to harassment regardless of evidence or truth no matter if spread in public or private, but wish to play ignorant anyways — "spreading awareness") of someone. Granted these wrongs were for the most part carried out in my early fandom days that doesn't excuse the fact that they happened.

I still did the exact same thing that was done to me. I unknowingly perpetuated a never ending cycle of hurt, both out of fear and ignorance and out of a naïve want to be loved and accepted.

But I refuse to let myself be a victim or to think of myself as one out of guilt for those wrongs and loneliness anymore, and I refuse to witness others be abused and forced to feel the same way I did over the most menial and redundant bullshit that goes around and is somehow supposed to define your character to the dumbed digital masses.

I'm done.

Plain and simple.

I will be permanently turning off asks and no longer responding to any form of DM unless it is from someone I have initiated a conversation with, have engaged with before, or shares a mutual friend with me that can assure me that they're a decent person, and that I feel comfortable with. I will still on occasion post about updates or share something for the few that may want to keep following, but my personal accounts will largely be silent.

Just because I'm silent won't mean that I'm gone though.

It just means I'm not willing to be poisoned any longer, and am content at looking in from afar, if even that.

There's a lot of good people in this space, I know that, and it saddens me the possibilities I will miss out on in getting to meet or know any of them beyond the ones I know already, but I only get one life to live before I go six feet under, and I choose to put me first.

[the-whispers-of-death]

"I love you"

I was thinking about Stone and his variants and their responses to if you said you love him (along with my little comments). It's a little angsty for some of them and for Serial Killer!Stone you get a little more insight on why he thinks loving him always ends in tragedy.

Stone/Canon!Stone: "You do? ...No one has ever loved me before."

(Canon!Stone truly has no idea what to do with someone who loves him, huh?)

Girl Dad!Stone: "Ever since my early adult years, I thought only Saira would be the one to say those words to me. I love you too."

(There's enough room in his heart to love you and Saira.)

Grim Reaper!Stone: "You don't have to pretend to love me. I'm already your weapon to wield."

(Every time I think about him, it hurts. And here I thought Canon!Stone hurt me the most.)

Criminal!Stone: "I love you too. You're the air I breathe."

(Please stop him before he tells you about how you're his entire universe. We get it, you're obsessed with the mafia boss, Criminal!Stone.)

Baker!Stone: "You have no idea how much I love you too. I want to marry you. Please do me the honor of calling myself your husband?"

(Baker!Stone is so soft and sweet. He'll buy you the most expensive engagement and wedding ring he can afford.)

Feral!Stone: "As you should."

(I have no words for this response except for that it somehow fits Feral!Stone so much. Why does he think you should worship the very ground he walks on?? Where did this arrogance come from??)

Serial Killer!Stone: "The last man to love me died in a dirty alleyway with no one around to be with him in his last moments."

(Fun fact, Kali and Serial!Stone were dating and Kali was on his way to propose to Stone when he got mugged. Yes, Kali's death was the preverbal straw that broke the camel's back and got Stone into vigilantism.)

Experiment!Stone: "I didn't think anyone would love me after what the military did to me. But I feel so happy that you love me because I love you too."

(He thinks he's a monster due to the fact that he's half-tiger-half-man now. But you remind him that he still has his humanity.)

Vampire!Stone: "Know that I'd burn in the sun for you if it meant you were safe."

(It's an odd way to say he loves you too, but at least the intention is there.)

Werewolf!Stone: "I don't need a huge pack, I just need you."

(That's his way of saying he wants to bear your pups. I mean, it's his way of saying he loves you.)

[ranahan]

Middle-Mando’a creole hypothesis

Mando’a is said to be designed to have simple grammar so adults adopted into the culture can learn it easily. But natural languages aren’t designed—that can’t be the in-universe explanation (unless the Taung were doing something real funky). However, creole languages do exhibit simplified grammar (compared to the parent languages) and Mando’a grammar does in fact fit well with what we know about grammars of creole languages.

There is a ready-made in-universe historical reason for why this would have happened too: the Neo-Crusader movement. Within the space of few decades, the Mandalorians went from primarily Taung to the Taung going virtually extinct, clans becoming multi-species/human-dominated and accepting any worthy warriors. Following the Mandalorian wars was also some three centuries of disarray and diaspora. No wonder there was a break in the transmission of the language from the natively Mando’a speaking Taung to their new recruits. That’s the reason that would explain the creolisation. The lexicaliser/superstratum would be Classical Mando’a and the substrata would be the various languages of the peoples conquered/absorbed into the Neo-Crusaders (probably including but not limited to Early Modern Basic and Huttese).

Creolisation would neatly explain not just the “easy to learn” example, but also how Mando’a came to lose it’s verbal conjugation system and replace it with simple prefixes/preverbal auxiliaries.

So my new favourite headcanon is that Modern Mando’a started out as a creole (but has since had enough time to reacquire some features not encountered in recently creolised languages). I like this idea because it gives me lots of ideas for how to interpret and extend the existing language in ways that aren’t just “standard English word order because it’s easy to learn”, but SVO because that’s overwhelmingly the most common word order in creole and pidgin languages. And that tense system? They might actually be relative anterior tense/perfect aspect & relative posterior tense/prospective aspect, not absolute past/future (which would by the way probably be really common misunderstanding viz. Basic and L2 learners). Not that it makes that big a difference, but the exact nature of Mando’a tenses is something I’ve been thinking about and this fits the ideas I’ve had.

[gay-dorito-dust]

HII!! CAN U DO A PAVITR PRABHAKAR X READER WHERE THEY SHARE THEIR FIRST KISS (OR READERS FIRST KISS, WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!) AKISISSJSJ IDK WHAT TO REQUEST CAUSE ITS MY FIRST REQUEST LMFAO - 🧑🏽‍🔧

I hope this wasn’t absolute arse as I started like some of this late in the night so there are probs inconsistencies.

‘It’s so obvious that they like each other but due to their assumptions that the other will reject them, they look for the same love in other people, only to be drawn back together because there’s no one who could love them quite like them.’ Pavitr said from your side as you both were indulging in some much needed free time by catching up on episodes of a recent show that you’ve missed. It was a great way to pass the time when nothing else of interest seemed to entice you, plus it was made even better when you got to spend it with Pavitr and his commentary regarding the love interests that you’ve grown to find endearing overtime.

‘We’ve seen this trope happen so many times in the other shows we’ve watched before this.’ You replied, looking over at him, knowing wholeheartedly that you’ve just provoked the preverbal bear, but that didn’t matter as to hear Pavitr speak passionately about something he felt so deeply made you admire him in ways you didn’t know you could.

‘It’s a fail proof formula that wins out every time!’ Pavitr exclaims before sighing dreamily as his mind began to wander amidst his many thoughts, ‘besides who doesn’t want to experience a love like that? a love that your willing to go through trial and tribulation for because you could never truly give your heart to someone else when they had their name carved into the very essence of your being by just smiling, by just being unapologetically them in all their flaws.’ Pavitr stopped midway through his speech to smile softly to himself when imagines of you popped in the forefront of his mind, it made him feel nostalgic and in a way it made him miss your presence despite you being right next to him.

Pavitr was a romantic at heart and so too did he naturally speak from it also, but due to the fact that you were just really good friends made him a little hesitant in pursuing you under the pretences that you didn’t feel the same way that he had for while now. Pavitr knew he couldn’t control his heart the moment it began picking up it’s pace within your presence, only to gradually pick up even more with the slightest things you did that he adored or moved in closer proximity to him to the point he thought he was going to pass out; fortunately for Pavitr he didn’t, sitting on elevated structures was dangerous enough but sitting on elevated structures whilst on the verge of potentially passing out wouldn’t have made for a great combination.

Despite experiencing the universal fear of rejection, it never truly stopped Pavitr from being close to you as humanly possible. After all you’re his best friend first and he’d be damned to let his romantic attachment and his fear create a rift between you two, which is why the now tradition of binge watching dramas was created for it gave him the opportunity to spend time with you; being Spider-man was amazing in and of it’s own but what wasn’t amazing was the fact that he wasn’t given as much time with you as he wanted, Mumbattan needed it’s hero but he, Pavitr Prabhakar, not Spider-Man, needed you more.

‘It’s a love many people desire but don’t have willpower to go through with as it tends to possess the ability to overwhelm them and become suffocating but it shouldn’t be that way when you’re in love.’ He explained and you listened intently to every word that fell from his lips that you’ve been transfixed on for the majority of his speech. ‘Love is an all encompassing force that can make you feel a multitude of emotions but you know when a love is right when they make you feel as though you can do anything, be anything, become anything with unbiased judgment. Real love is accepting that they are human and are bound by mistakes, real love is being the others hero but most of all real love is just two souls growing a deeper affection for humanity’s inner beauty.’ He finished, looking at you with a smile.

‘That was beautiful Pavitr.’ You tell him, ‘I know your a sucker for romance but that was especially impassioned,’ you nudged his arm in an act of playful banter despite hearing the sound of your heart breaking over having lost the boy you liked who wasn’t yours to have feelings for because like he said you could never truly give your heart to someone else when they had their name carved into the very essence of your being. ‘So…who’s the lucky person that’s made your heart sing like a canary?’ You mentally applauded yourself for being able to made it through that entire sentence without cracking from under the inevitable heartbreak you were about to experience.

Pavitr, ever the opportunist, saw the chance to admit his hearts deepest desire, sure the setting could’ve been a little better that what he had in mind but Pavitr was willing to work with whatever he was given to his advantage. So he grabbed ahold of your hands and given them a tight, comforting squeeze as he made sure to keep eye contact with you when he said his next words over the sound of his racing heart; ‘it’s you, you taught me how beautifully terrifying love can be when in the face of rejection but once upon a time you told me that it’s better to have tried then to have never have tried at all.’ You did in fact remember telling him that when he once asked you what he should do if he ever developed a crush and wanted to ask them out, which at the time only slightly stung in comparison to the overwhelmingly excruciating pain of self deprivation along with ever other human emotion attacking your sense.

Despite the verbal confirmation, you still were in a state of doubt and insecurity that it made it hard for you to believe the reality of his words no matter how hard your heart was telling you to. ‘Why me though? I’m not that special.’ Is your response and the way Pavitr’s face seemed to drop only made your fears all the more real, here he was bearing his heart out to you in a way that you could’ve only conjured up in your dreams and yet you still had to find some way to ruin it by doubting his genuine feelings. ‘Not that special?’ Pavitr repeated, his upset becoming more evident but it wasn’t in due to you but more so towards the fact that you didn’t hold yourself to the same standard that he did; which was pretty damn high. ‘Not that special?’ He repeats again, ‘you’re more then special! To me, you’re the reason the stars are hung in the sky, you’re the reason flowers bloom, birds sing in the morning and why I awake with a smile upon my face and fresh breath in my lungs. To me you’re the reason for my happiness, for my hope for the future and for my beating heart that quickens upon seeing you.’

Pavitr then went onto prove this point by pulling one of your hands that he has in his grasp towards his chest where you could feel it’s quickened pace branch your fingertips. ‘See?’ He tells you, keeping your hand against his chest, ‘that’s because of you and you still don’t think you’re special when your everything I could ever think about? I miss you when your not here but miss you even more when you are because we’re not as close as I’d like us to be but that’s not something I wish to put upon you if it’s not what your heart desires.’ He finished and you couldn’t help but start to tear up, from his impassioned speech to his unwavering acceptance to the possibility of you not feeling the same, only further proved to you how much of a beautiful soul Pavitr Prabhakar was and how fucking lucky you were to be able to know him as deeply as you did.

There was so much going off inside your head that the only response that you could come up with was; ‘Just kiss me already.’ And within a matter of seconds Pavitr had both hands cupping your cheeks as he leant in and pressed his lips firmly against yours, which had you both smiling giddily at the warmth spreading throughout your body as your lips continued to press and weave against one another in such sweet tandem; that at some points you almost forgot to pull apart for air but when you did remind yourselves that you had lungs that were in desperate need of oxygen. You didn’t dare stray too far from one another as Pavitr pressed his forehead against yours, eyes stilled closed and a dopey, lovey smile gracing his lips.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to top your confession speech but I hope something as simple as this is enough because I like you too Pavitr Prabhakar.’ You whispered against his lips, ‘I like you a lot that when you’d talk about your crush it’d hurt but now knowing what I do now, the brief moment of pain I felt pales in comparison to the light, warm, comforting sensations I get when I’m only with you. For it was all worth this very moment.’ You finished before stealing a cheeky peck from his lips; causing him to whine when you pulled back. ‘No, give me a proper kiss.’ You chuckled but obliged to his requested and gave him a proper kiss to the lips, though this time Pavitr’s hands moved to your waist and your hands took to cupping his cheeks and soon you were back to feeling that lighthearted and warmth place.

[braveheartstoryteller]

Toy Box and its connection to KH4

I am sure I am late to the preverbal party, but while rewatching the story of Toy Box connections were made. And now, it makes way too much sense. I've often thought that the worlds of KH3 have much more to say than meets the eye. A lot is said in subtext and details. But, it seems Toy Box is more than most. The more I've looked at it, the more I am convinced that Toy Box is full of foreshadowing of future events. I think that even if my conclusions are wrong, Toy Box is meant in this way and whatever happens we'll look back and see them. Just how everything is, indicates this reading. I'm going to lay everything out though, and put my initial thoughts here. I'm sure there will be more in time as well. "The Heartless- the darkness- can only creep in when our hearts falter. Trust me. You'll be fine if you don't lose heart."

This was really got me thinking. Toy Box has themes of separation, losing heart and darkness. What is exactly going on with KH4? Well one thing is certainly separation. Sora is separated from the rest of his friends, with no clear hope that he'll ever see them again. Then, we have Yozora. Who exactly is Yozora? We don't know, yet like others the story seems to indicate that it is actually Sora, if the storyteller is being fairly overt. Could be a red herring of course, it happens. But let's go with that for now. How could that even happen? I'd assume from Toy Box, it tells us how: possession. It is from those lines above. "You'll be fine if you don't lose heart." So then, does Sora lose heart? If Yozora is Sora, then what Yozora says "save Sora" makes roundabout sense. We're talking about KH here, and it isn't like this hasn't happen before. It seems like the storytellers, MO as well, honestly. That's my sense of him. What's interesting is, when you look at the rest of the story of Toy Box, the story gives not only foreshadowing, but also hope. It gives us the antidote to what could be Sora's future. In the scene that is by far one of my favorite scenes in all of KH3 and the rest of KH Sora says this: "Distance doesn't matter. Andy's part of their hearts, just like my friends are part of mine. You can't rip that apart!"

The question is, will Sora remember? Or will he "lose heart" just like Buzz did? And even then, if someone is truly bent on possessing him, would that even matter? And just how much is Toy Box foreshadowing the future? "If we follow our hearts, we'll find him again." Woody was talking about Andy, but I can't help but think of Sora now and his friends, especially Riku as he follows his own heart to search for Sora. There is always hope. "Xehanort, you're so caught up in finding the shadows, you forgot about the light that cast them."