i can't remember if i've posted this one or not

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.


This isn’t even close to all the Nightmarionne asks I have in the inbox but I was in a mood to draw them so have a Lightning Round™

Can we talk about the fact he’s doing the casual arm lean while driving like a maniac and screaming at the top of his lungs? I love him?


wow I can’t believe I found caps from the long lost alternate ending of our man bashir where garak dabs julian and himself to safety


new plants! :D

anonymous asked:

Hai! I've noticed that you've made several posts about the black Hermione headcanon/opinion/whatever. I really like it, but as far as I know it can't be true. As far as I remember at least one of Hermione and Ron's kids is ginger, and mixed race people can't be ginger. I apologise firstly for ruining this, and secondly in the case that I am wrong.(If I'm wrong please correct me!)

yeah so that’ss….. not true??? plenty of black people are ginger/redheaded (malcolm x was, iirc!) just like google “redheaded black person” and there’s a bazillion examples. also, hairdye continues to exist!

You spoke to Flint?

He approached me.

Why would he do that? Why attempt to scuttle the idea before any of us have even arrived at it?

Is it possible he still believes he can take back his command? How? There isn’t a man on the crew that will even speak to him, much less support him.

I don’t know, but had he that notion, I imagine the idea of this crew taking a prize under your command would be a terrifying prospect.

                         –Dufresne and DeGroot // 2 02


C H I D O R I 

amy-thystt  asked:

agh, i've been looking so hard for this one zelink oneshot, maybe you know it? it was written not too long after botw came out, and it filled in the gap between the 'despair' memory to 'zelda's awakening', starting just after they hug and then them trying to get out of the area without being spotted by guardians until they get through the dueling peaks to the field. i can't remember if it was just posted on tumblr or ao3 and it's driving me crazy ;-;

OMG!!! I wish I could help you ;A; but… I haven’t read that one, but now that you told me, I must!! 

Can anyone, please help us? Find that fic. PRETTY PLEASE???

anonymous asked:

I was remembering a little short fic where Phil did speedpaints on Dan's back and was careful to make sure no one could tell it was them, he usually did more complicated ones but this time he painted a galaxy and Dan loved it and didn't want to wash it off. Can you help me find it I've looked thru master posts and tags etc but I can't seem to get it :/

Painting - Phil has an artistic side channel where he paints Dan’s back.

- Eliza

anonymous asked:

Wasn't there fanart that you drew of Will and Nico where Will had on a tan chb hoodie with orange lettering and an orange pegasus silhouette on the sleeve and Will was hugging him? I can't find it anywhere. I've been looking for it for a few weeks lol and I feel like im going crazy because it may not exist but I'm positive that it does because it was too wonderful for my imagination to create and I remember seeing it.

oh do you mean this one? i sometimes post stuff on ig that i never post here and vice versa lol but im sure that’s what youre looking for :))

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on writing our boys? Especially Draco? I've never published a fic I've written because I just can't manage the characterization right. Thought I'd ask because you do so WONDERFULLY!

I’m so glad you think so thank you! That means a lot because there are definitely times I struggle with it (although to be honest I think all writers do).

I think one thing to remember is that characterizations can be fairly fluid depending on your timeline and situation. If this is 8th year or post hogwarts the reality is we don’t know exactly how the boys will be. If you’re writing within the timeframe of books 1-7 it gets a little tougher.

I’ve read Harry and Draco so many ways…thrill seeking, depressed, self loathing, grateful to be alive, angry at the world, angry at each other, ambivalent, etc…

What makes a character believable to me is when you show me why they are the way they are. It doesn’t have to be 10,000 words of backstory, but let the reader see something that shows us how they got to be where they are.

For me I tend to have this sort of quasi emotional beginnings in my stories like…“Draco had no idea how he and potter got here, he could’ve never imagined that apologizing to potter would lead to an awkward agreement to owl each other lated which had somehow led to meeting for lunch once at the Leaky which had then somehow turned into a weekly seekers game…”

Like ok that was more plot driven than character driven but hopefully you get the idea. If you find certain characteristics you’re writing might be perceived as out of character maybe just try showing a train of thought and how Draco came to feel that way.

Another thing that to me is so important is differentiating what is canon and what is fandom driven and decoding whether that’s an important distinction for you.

For example there are things we know to be true of Draco…he hides his emotions (or he did, could be past tense depending on your time line), he’s dramatic as fuck, he craves praise and attention, he’s an excellent seeker, he’s very driven, etc….

Then there are things about Draco that most (not all mind you just most) people seem to commonly associate with Draco….perfectionist, smells like citrus, apparently really likes his potions and hair products, see god, etc…

You could write a Draco that is NOTHING like the general fandom consensus and it could still be in character if it’s believable and realistically makes use of his past and possibly character development.

Anyway I rambled a little but I hope that was helpful!