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[barbietoiles]

Shut up joel my duo is literally shiny

[staraste]

You know how languages that have literally nothing to do with each other still may have overlapping words? The strongest example to me is latvian to frech ko=quoi. French and russian also have a bunch of overlapping words (kauchemar=кошмар even though i dont remember many rn theres soooo much). These languages do share a common root (proto-indo-european) but its very interesting how many words russian has in common with french, even if theyre further apart linguistically. Haven't studied history, i know its geographical and political as well, but i digress.

So i imagine vaugardian could have like One word that siffrin hears and suddenly theres neuron activation and he zeroes in on this one word and goes. Say that again. And for the life of him he cant remember what this word means, just that its familiar and known and maybe he has a breakdown. Or maybe mirabelle sits with him and explains what this word means in vaugardian instead, slowly patting his shoulder and talking over siffrins thoughts until he can relax again.

And of course siffrin gets curious about it. So the party gets some unreadable books from the library and start very slowly. Theres book club and theres reading bonnie to sleep and theres odile asking questions and with siffrins help making a dictionary (even though she cant read the words siffrin wrote and it gives her a headache. She stops trying to after a while, but it still makes her frustrated)

Saying the words is hard, since reading is very different from speaking. Siffrin doubts they can even remember how to speak, but the accent is there, and if they focus on the mouth shapes enough, eventually saying the word in vaugardian morphs into something else that Probably sounds like the word hes reading.

Loop is doing this too, of course. Its kind of uncomfortably intimate between siffrin and loop, especially when they try speaking in this language without reading from a book. It gives them a headache quickly and they "dont want to be doing this in the first place", so they stop early.

But overtime it gets easier, if not the "getting a headache" part, then at least talking to each other part. Siffrin laying on their belly, listening to loop talk and when loop canr remember the word they want, siffrin helps with this dictionary theyve made. And they switch and do it again.

Once theyre pretty sure what the pronounciation is, odile is very eager to have them teach her it. Tirns out it's hard to even hear the forgotten language and after she tries to speak the first single word, she comes down with a horrible migraine for the whole day. That doesn't stop her though.

Isabeau loves listening to loop and siffrin speak, and he really tries to tough it out as much as possible, and it always ends at the two lovingly making fun of his miserable state and giving his tense neck a massage.

Siffin and loop tried to remember any fairytales or children's stories, but of course it caused two breakdowns and a half, so they settled for making up new ones, talking bonnie to sleep. At least bonnie was honest about when they need to stop talking.

Mirabelle, of course, curiously listens in to siffrin and loops efforts during book club reading time, and gladly takes over the conversation during sharing time if the two are too spent to talk. Lately she does more listening than talking and she's SO excited she doesn't even notice the headaches until the talk is over.

Turns out headaches cannot be helped with any amount of healing craft, so the local pharmacy sees an increase of sales on painkillers for the forseeable future.

[even-without-moonlight]

personal color is, i think, a big scam, but seeing the artist tell jungsu to wear his vivid colors as pajamas is very funny. you simply cant do this to a man

[thehuntiswhatdefinesus]

I love the wolf’s and Cassandra’s bickering so much.

Why does it feel like they would use the ‘your mom’ jokes on each other 😭

(Sorry for the long wait! I saw this ask the day it was sent, but I just had this urge to write a little text in reply and I couldn't come up with an idea until today, haha.) They absolutely would use 'your mom' jokes! They might also definitely resort to using 'your mom' as insults in an argument! And the werewolf would immediately fuck up by using a 'your mom' insult in a place where Alcina can hear her. Like, imagine this scenario…

The werewolf shook her head, sending little droplets of water splashing. It had been raining all morning and noon but that sure hadn’t stopped her from heading outside, hoping to hunt. The urge had been prodding her for some time, had made falling asleep as much of a difficult task as staying asleep. More often than not it had even startled her awake with blood-soaked dreams and a gnawing hunger.

So, out she went, weather be damned.

Her hope had been that a certain huntress would join in, accompany her, but the weather made it difficult, what with the temperature of the rain and the moisture in the air making it hard for the daughters to take on the shape of a swarm.

So, alone she went.

And alone, she returned.

Soaked and with nothing to show but wet soil on her pants and twigs in her wet hair.

“Enjoyed your little hunt, pup?”

The werewolf’s eyes darted across the hallway, where Cassandra stood leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest with a playful little grin on her lips. She could feel the huntress judging her appearance and the werewolf huffed in return.

“I did.”

“Where’s your prey?”

The two stared each other down and with each second of silence that passed, Cassandra’s grin grew a little wider.

“… it escaped,” the werewolf begrudgingly admitted, shifting her weight from one mud-covered boot to the other.

“Did it now? I wonder how that happened? Wait, no, let me… guess,” Cassandra whispered, pulling away from the wall and stalking towards the werewolf. “Mud on your boots… and you leave tracks without an impression of the shape of your sole… mud on your knees and sleeves… hmm. Alright, here’s what happened. You lost traction and slipped on the wet soil.”

The werewolf grit her teeth. Caught. That’s exactly what had happened. A turn that was a little too tight, a slip and… the buck ran and she just barely managed to catch herself and avoid face-planting into the mud.

“So?”

“You didn’t shape-shift?”

One eyebrow raised, the huntress approached the werewolf, circling around her with a curious expression and a little tilt of her head.

“And return to the castle with my fur soaking wet and covered in mud and twigs?” the werewolf grunted, half-serious, half-amused. As if Lady Dimitrescu would forgive her for shaking the excess water off in the main hall…… again. It was bad enough that she left tracks of mud in her wake.

“Oh, you know Daniela would bathe you, if you did,” Cassandra teased. Her fingers touched the smaller woman’s shoulders, walking alongside from one shoulder to the other as she circled.

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Sounds like you’re a water-shy little puppy.”

“Says the one that didn’t want to accompany me for fear of getting wet,” the werewolf took a step forward, blocking Cassandra’s path, leaning into her vision. An amused chuckle was all she got in return, with the huntress giving her a little shove, forcing a separation.

“You know there’s a very valid reason for me to avoid getting wet,” she said, but remained in place, eyes now focused on the werewolf. “Hmm. Maybe you just want to see this white shirt soaked and see-through, don’t you, pup?”

As if for emphasis, she brushed down the front of her own shirt, up to where the bodice started.

“You wish,” the werewolf snapped, glaring at the woman before her.

If only her reply didn’t sound so half-hearted and rushed.

Cassandra chuckled.

“Maybe I do. But not in the main hall,” she murmured, raising one hand to caress the werewolf’s jawline, drawing her in closer, the beckoning eagerly followed. From nearby, she could hear footsteps, slow, purposeful, but heavy. It could only be the lady’s.

“What, scared someone is going to see?” This time, it was the werewolf that couldn’t stop the grin on her lips. “Didn’t expect you to be so shy.”

“Ha! That’s a lot of bark for someone with no bite,” Cassandra withdrew her hand and the werewolf had to hold back a whine at the loss of contact. “You’re the one that would panic if someone were to walk in on me bending you over that vanity and making you cum at the mere touch of my fingers. All flustered and shy.”

The werewolf struggled to stop her mind from derailing into inappropriate thoughts while she was still very much soaked to the bone and half covered in dirt. She took a breath, furrowing her brows. Focus. Don’t let Cassandra get the upper hand.

Do something. Say something.

“Your mom is all flustered and shy.”

Silence.

The slow steps had stopped.

Both of Cassandra’s eyebrows shot up. In disbelief, perhaps? Maybe she didn’t expect the werewolf to resort to this level of petty? Then her eyes followed the movement, darting up, fixating on something behind the werewolf, something very tall.

“I beg your pardon, mutt?”

The werewolf’s breath caught in her throat, heart leaping in her chest and stomach plummeting all at once. She didn’t dare turn her head, didn’t dare face who was very much the lady of the castle, who had literally just overheard her.

“I-”

Something grabbed her by the coat, slowly, slowly lifting her off the ground and turning her until she was face to face, eye to eye with Lady Dimitrescu. How had she gotten this close, this fast?! Without the werewolf’s ears picking up the noise?!

“S-sorry?” the werewolf spluttered, hanging limp in mid-air, trying not to let out an excessive amount of little canine whines and whimpers. The lady fixated on her for an awfully long time – five seconds? Ten?

Finally, mercifully, the lady seemed to have decided that today was not the day that the mutt would be kicked out of the castle for being a nuisance.

“You are lucky, I am aware of the increased use of this specific vernacular in the past decades,” Lady Dimitrescu said and lowered the smaller woman back down. The werewolf’s feet touched the ground but she didn’t dare make a move yet, still staring up in fear. “However, my patience only lasts so long and the current state of the main hall is rapidly draining it. If this floor is not clean within the next twenty minutes, we will be having words, mutt.”

[barbietoiles]

Watched a philza vod and then watched a gem video and both of them at some point expressed their fear of scott smajor's wrath

[barbietoiles]

I want to rant about tubbos rp style. I often get annoyed by people giggling about -100 rp points because LISTEN!! This style is UNIQUE and SO COOL!! Everyone loves phils 4th wall breaks why cant tubbo have that?

Theres rules to the universe like "federatoin buildings are protected" and "the mob cap is this number" and "this entity is omnipresent and much too powerful". But tubbo finds a way to challenge all of that and it works!! He breaks the federation protection, he manipulates mob caps, he tells you the stats of essentially god and the exact steps to take it down.

He sees through and into everything. You are just a number of totems and armour durability to him. Creative mode is just another problem to solve. Leveling millions of blocks is a matter of minutes to him and hell still complain about efficiency.

The way he speaks is like he's tearing apart the threads of your reality. He asks you what the guts of god look like and two minutes later hes holding them and gods dead body is at his feet.

Of course admins have to blind him a little and pomme has to tell him off in brackets. Hes insane (synonymous to cool, epic, awesome, outstanding, one-of-a-kind, never before seen, admirable, showstopping).

[barbietoiles]

She looks like she has short hair im winning

[barbietoiles]

And what if... mumbo jumbo with mullet