unknown-languages

Foreign

Plot: Jimin always thought his traditional Korean girlfriend was perfect – that was, until he realized how beautiful foreigners could be.

Pairing: Idol!Park Jimin x Backup Dancer!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Notes: I based this off of every single MTL I have seen of BTS dating a girl of a different race or a girl of color – Jimin always seems to be one of the people who were least likely to date one. I definitely do not think that Jimin is this ignorant in any way. This is only a work of fiction. This is for all the international beauties! 2,536 Words

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Originally posted by bwipsul

“Oppa, I’m missing you so much!”

“I’m missing you too, my love. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few days, okay?”

One of the worst parts about tour was leaving lovers behind. For Jimin, it wasn’t only his lover, it was his home. He enjoyed tour, performing for all of the ARMYs around the world, going on stage; but he wasn’t a huge fan of being in a foreign country. He didn’t know English that well, and he wasn’t fond of being in a place where he couldn’t understand anything. 

“I know,” The soft voice of his significant other brought pink to his cheeks. “Call me when your rehearsal is over.”

“I will, I love you,” He glanced at the leader of his band, who was calling him over.

“I love you too.”

With that, he had ended the call with a sigh, and headed over to his band. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since he cut the call, and he was already missing her – a thought he had experienced after each long-distance conversation with his lover. The short male shook his head and got his head back in the game, his eyes going up to meet a group of people dressed in black.

“This is your dance crew for this city,” The manager announced to the band. “Not all of them know Korean, so if you have an queries, just talk to Jihoon. He is the leader.”

“We understand.”

Once that brief introduction was done, they were all left to their own devices for a few minutes, whilst the leader of the dance team talked to the leader of the band. Jimin had let himself scan over the people he would be working with; not that he would talk to them, he was just curious and bored. Most of them had masks on – no one had really caught his eyes, except for one person. 

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I love languages. I loved learning them since I was little. Here are some quotes for the people who share the same passion as me. :)
 Which one is your favourite?

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart.❞ -Nelson Mandela

One language sets you in a corridor for life. Two languages open every door along the way.❞-Frank Smith

❝ Die Grenzen meiner Sprache bedeuten die Grenzen meiner Welt. ❞ The limits of my language are the limits of my world. -Ludwig Wittgenstein, German

Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can; there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.❞ -Sarah Caldwell

❝ Un vocabolario può contenere solo una piccola parte del patrimonio di una lingua.❞ A dictionary can embrace only a small part of the vast tapestry of a language. - Giacomo Leopardi,Italian

To have another language is to possess a second soul.❞ -Charlemagne

❝ یک زبان جدید یک زندگی جدید است. ❞ A new language is a new life. -Persian Proverb

❝ Wer fremde Sprachen nicht kennt, weiß nichts von seiner eigenen. ❞ Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own. -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German

You can never understand one language until you understand at least two.❞
-Geoffrey Willans

❝   学一门语言,就是多一个观察世界的窗户。❞ To learn a language is to have one more window from which to look at the world.  -Chinese proverb

Language is the road map of a culture. It tells you where its people come from and where they are going.❞ -Rita Mae Brown

Kolik jazyků znáš, tolikrát jsi člověkem.❞ As many languages you know, as many times you are a human being. -Czech proverb

If you want people to understand you, speak their language. ❞ -African Proverb 

❝ Bir dil bir insan, iki dil iki insan. ❞ One who speaks only one language is one person, but one who speaks two languages is two people.  -Turkish Proverb

With languages, you are at home anywhere. ❞ - Edward De Waal

❝ Kolik jazyků znáš, tolikrát jsi člověkem. ❞ As many languages you know, as many times you are a human being  -Tomáš Garrigue Masaryk, Czech

Learning a language is to understand other;to form connections ❞ -unknown

❝ Notitia linguarum est prima porta sapientiae ❞ Latin. Knowledge of languages is the doorway to wisdom. - Roger Bacon 

Change your language and you change your thoughts. ❞ -Karl Albrecht

❝ Скільки мов ти знаєш, стільки разів ти людина. ❞ How many languages you know, hat many times you are a person.
- Pavlo Tychyn, Ukranian

…and don’t forget;

There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all.
-Unknown 

The Devils handwriting, is the only known “Satanic calligraphy ” in existence. The writing dates back to the 15th century, and was found in a book about a mans encounter with Satan. According to the legend the man summoned Satan, and asked to be used as a vessel to record answers to complex questions. The Devi refused, and wrote the answers in an illegible script. The script cannot be deciphered, and there is no evidence that it is a hoax. Modern scholars have pointed out that the characters have similarities to Amharic, a language spoken in Ethiopia. However the script is written in an unknown language, and the mystery of what it actually says is unsolved.

So I have a headcanon that lance use to help his mother out around the house, mostly with the cleaning. And I somehow got this, so I hope you enjoy. This is mostly lance being buddies with the lions.

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It was his mother that got him started.

She would always need help with it, not that she was fragile, she’s anything but. But that doesn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the help, especially with the cabinets and bookshelves. And Lance didn’t mind at all. He loved helping his mom, and cleaning up the house was just one of the things they could do together. Sure, everyone helped out, but it was always Lance who didn’t it without being asked.

And after a while, it became sort of a coping mechanism. Whenever Lance felt overwhelmed, or if his anxiety got to be too much. You would always find him doing dishes or vacuuming. It was therapeutic in a way. It was something that he can control, that got him out of his head. His mom always told him “a clean house is a happy house.”
It may be overused, but to Lance it always made sense. If the house is clean, then everyone inside the house is happy. Even him.

Lance never realized how much he relied on his family. Always making something to clean up. Always keeping him busy. But now that he’s out in space, on a giant castle ship, with only six other people. Lance can’t help but miss it.

at first Lance worked on his room. Mostly dusting, and rearranging his drawers. But after the tenth time rearranging everything, Lance realized that he couldn’t clean his room more if he tried. So he moved on to other rooms. Within two weeks, every room in the castle had been dusted, vacuumed, mopped, swept and picked up as need be. The castle was spotless. And Lance felt better. He always did after a good cleaning session, albeit a long one. But it was nice. It reminded him of home; of some normalcy in what is now his life.

But soon the anxiety and the homesickness came back. But there wasn’t really anything to clean anymore. It wasn’t like there were hyperactive kids that will knock things over anymore. There wasn’t anyone constantly making a mess. There wasn’t anyone constantly cooking up a storm , sure,Hunk is always cooking, but his moms taught him well on keeping a kitchen clean, so Lance didn’t really have dishes to clean. He’ll, even their laundry is done by the castle, no help needed there. He remembers when he use to get pretty mad at his family whenever they would create a mess. But now…..now he just wishes he had something to clean. To remind him of home.

Lance was climbing out of blue, feeling a bit down for the count after a nasty fight with the Galra, that unfortunately when through some kind of space mucus ozone that surrounded a moon they were fighting nearby that got all over the lions, gunking up a lot of their movements. Thankfully it did the same to the Galra fleets, so it wasn’t that hard to beat them after that. But Lance could practically feel the stuff, and he wasn’t even the one covered in it. After taking a good look at Blue, Lance knew that he had to get all that mucus off of her. If it was messing with her movements now, he didn’t even want to know how bad it would get once it hardened. After hijacking Pidge’s latest project(a set of goggles that can translate written Altean into English, he has to give her props, this is some of her best work.) he found the right soap to use and even some wax that he can use afterwards. Blue was going to be the best looking Lion around. And he got to work. He scrubbed every inch of her till he was sure that all the hunk was off, and even asked her multiple times if he missed a spot. Who told him about every missed spot or hard to reach place. Once he had finished washing off all the mucus, he gave her a much needed waxing. No one could deny that happiness that Blue felt all throughout it and afterwards. And Lance finally had something that he could clean when everything got to be too much. They were both very happy.

It became a regular thing, after that. Whenever he had too much on his mind, Lance would go down and work on Blue. Whether it was the outside or in the cockpit. There have even been a few times where he would work on her maintenance system, but only if it needed fixing and Blue has to walk him through it. And he would talk to her, about everything and anything. About things on Earth or his family. About the others and planets that they have saved. And Blue would listen to it all, very story about when he was little and every worry that plagued his mind. She would send him support, and love and tell him that she was so glad that he was her pilot. They were both happy.

But then things started to get kinda weird. It seems that while Blue was flying just as smooth as ever, some of the other lions were having problems with certain maneuvers and actions. Which definitely slowed down their progress of freeing the galaxy. But the weirdest thing is that the other Lions started to show up in Blue’s hangar whenever Lance went down there to talk with Blue and clean up whatever was left on her from the last battle. At first they would just sit outside of her hangar, not really pushing but definitely making he know that they were there. But it was the Red Lion who got sick of sitting around, she had butted her way into Blue’s hangar and sat next to her. And That was when Lance saw it. Dried Mucus. But that battle was months ago. Lance couldn’t help but get mad. He went to check the other lions, and sure enough, there was still dried mucus and other markings from past battles littering the Lions. No wonder the other lions couldn’t do maneuvers anymore. There was still gunk clogging up their joints and maybe even in their hydrologics. Lance patted Blue on the nose and apologized, saying that he might not be able to clean her today, because there is no way he’s going to let the others stay like that. She sent him warm understanding and told him that the other lions were very grateful that he was doing this for them.

It took him two days of no sleep and barely eating to get all the lions completely cleaned and gave each of them a waxing that had them shining like stars. All the while, no one had gone to check up on him. While that did sting, it was probably for the best. If he had seen any of the others, he would have gone off on them for leaving their lions in such a state.

Soon, the other lions became part of his routine as well. Cleaning the cockpits, washing and waxing the exterior. He was really surprised and honored when Blue told him that Black asked if he could help with his control panel.( it seems that Shiro and Black Had taken a nasty hit during one of their recent battles and Shiro got thrown against the panel.hard.) It was confusing at first, and the damage was more serious than he thought, but thanks to Blue relaying everything Between Lance and Black, he was able to fix him up without much trouble. Without even realizing it, Lance had started talking to the other Lions as well. It started off as complaining about how the others don’t clean them like they should, if ever. But soon enough he was talking to them like he does with Blue. And while he doesn’t hear them respond, Blue does relay any messages back to him.

Lance never realized how close he had gotten to the other Lions until after a pretty nasty battle against some sort of squid Robeast. Blue and Red had taken a lot of hits to keep the Galra off of Green who had taken a nasty blow, making them power down. In the end they were able to beat the robeast, but Lance knew that he was going to have to buff out some dents on Blue and Red. Lance had just gotten done with buffing out a pretty nasty dent in Red’s armor, that Keith came into Red’s hangar. And it seems that Keith was not happy to see Lance there.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…”

“Get off of Red. Now.”

“But I’m not do-”

“She’s not your Lion. Get off her. NOW.”

That was when Red put up her barrier. Keeping Keith out. Lance couldn’t help but snicker. Because now Keith was yelling at Red to let him in. And apparently he was losing the argument, because the barrier didn’t go down at all. It didn’t even waver when Keith decided that hitting it would get his point across. That was when Lance felt Red give off a kind of purr, at least he thought it was Red. It was probably thanks to Blue, telling him that Red wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. So Lance went on to the next one, and next one even with Keith telling him to go away. Even after Keith left the hangar. And even when Keith came back with Shiro and Allura in tow.

“Lance?” Lance looked away from his work and looked at Shiro, who looked just as confused as Allura. All the while Keith is behind them, just as mad as when he came in.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Buffing out dents. I saw that Red and Blue had some pretty nasty one after the battle.”

“Ok……and why are buffing out the dents of the Red Lion?”

“Why don’t you go and do that on Blue then!” Ah, and there is Keith. Lance was wondering when he would butt-in.

“I already did Blue’s.” Ha, suck on that, Keith.

“But why are you doing Red’s, Keith could have-”

“No. he wouldn’t.”

Lance climbs down from his spot on the Red lion and heads over to Shiro and Allura. He stopped just at the edge of the barrier. Now he could really see that Keith did not like being called out.

“You don’t know that!!!”

“Yes. I do.”

Wow, Keith REALLY didn’t like being called out on this. But this was going to happen sooner or later, lance is just surprised that it took them this long to realize it.

“Lance, you can’t just clean another Paladin’s Lion.”

“Why not. I do it for all the lions.”

“Wha….what?”

“I take care of all the lions. I buff out dents, I wash off gunk, I even clean the cockpits.”

They all look at Lance like he just talked in an unknown language. the fact that Lance has been doing this for all the lions seems to come as a surprise to them. Even Keith lost his anger and is looking at Lance like he’s the 8th wonder of the world.

Allura is the first to get back some sense of her voice, quietly asking lance “and they let you? Do all of this?”

“Let me? They almost shoved themselves into Blue’s hangar hoping I would see how much work they needed. Red actually did!” Lance points back to the Red Lion, who still keeps the barrier up, if only to tell Lance that there are still some dents that need to be buffed out.

“How…how long have you been doing this?” Shiro’s stutters out, still trying to get a grip on the situation.

“I don’t know……maybe a few months? At least two months.” Lance said, trying to recall how long he’s been cleaning all the lions.

“You’ve been doing this for that long and never asked us to help? Lance, while the gesture is nice, we can clean our own Lions.”

“Apparently not. You guys didn’t even clean off the mucus gunk from MONTHS ago! How did you guys not realize that the reason the lions were slower to respond than usual was because they could barely even bend their joints! If you guys won’t even clean them when they OBVIOUSLY need it, then how can they trust you guys to buff out a few dents!”
Lance said to much. He realized it as soon as it was out of his mouth. He just called out, not just Keith, but ALL of them. That was not how he wanted the conversation to go. Wow, was the that floor panel always so interesting, because there’s no way Lance is going to look them in the face after that outburst.

“Lance….I’m sorry.”
Well that definitely got lance to look up at Keith, who actually looked sincere. Lance can’t remember any time Keith has been sincere, well yes he can, but never to Lance.

“I haven’t really been the best when it comes to taking care of Red. But you don’t have to do it anymore. I’ll-”
“Woah! Woah, Keith you don’t have to apologize to me about it. Maybe Red, but not me. I love cleaning the Lions. And while it would be nice it you guys helped out once in awhile, I don’t want to stop cleaning them.”

“Wait, so you actually like cleaning them?”

“Yeah! It reminds me…..it reminds me of home. I use to help my mom with all the cleaning, so being able to do this, it…it helps with the homesickness.”

Lance couldn’t help but get a bit flustered saying it out loud, but he needs to let them know that he enjoys doing this for the lions. He enjoys being able to do this for them. He doesn’t want to stop doing this. He can hear Blue purring in the back of his mind, letting him know that the other lions enjoy it just as much as he does.

“Still, You shouldn’t have to do this….. At least not by yourself. They are our lions. But if it means that much to you, I guess we can’t really complain. Especially with all that you’ve done for them.”
Shiro gestures up to Red.
“But, you shouldn’t have to do all of the work, Lance. It’s not fair to you, or the lions.”

Lance nods. He knows that Shiro is right, but he also knows that the lions can be kind of picky about how they get cleaned. For a bunch of robot lions, they are really vocal about what they like and don’t like. And this just means that Lance is going to have to teach the others about each lions quirks when it comes to keeping them clean.

“How about I finish up here and everyone can meet up in the break lounge, then we can talk more about it.”

“Why not go now?”

“I’m pretty sure Red isn’t going to lower the barrier until I’m done.” Lance stares up at Red, as if staring at her long enough will make her put down the shield. It does not. So win a wave to the others, Lance goes back to buffing out Red, with a much brighter smile than he’s had in awhile.

Sure, Lance loves being able to take care of the lions. It reminds him of his mom and his family. It reminds him of home. But the one thing that makes it even better is when others are doing it with you. It helps bring people together, to talk and bond with each other. And if Lance was being honest, he missed that most of all.

Omnia Ab Uno

So, I love the idea of humans being super tough and weird, but I would like to include something to this: before the end of the Paleolithic period, even pessimistic scientific estimates place humans on every continent in the world, save Antarctica (and, let’s face it, we got there as soon as we could survive there). Humans become famous not because they’re durable, or adept at domestication, or even peculiar in social aspects (I mean, they are, but that’s not the focus). Humans go everywhere as soon as they can, and that’s one of their greatest strengths

When Peacemaker had been sent to the Solan Diplomatic Trade Meeting, They had thought it unnecessary. They were a Hive of Tsav, bread for conversing with others by the Rulerhive themselves. A species of single-minded organisms such as Solans should be easy to understand. Then they met their first diplomat. And their second. And their third. As it had never happened in the histories of all of Tsav, they had not considered the possibility that Solans would have not just one “nation” but a total of twelve. It almost desynced their entire hive, and after that they had to check the chemosonic translator at least twice, but their liaison, a smaller Solan named Aliya of the “Mars” nation had confirmed such insanity.

“Oh, yeah! There used to be hundreds even.” the Solan had, almost jovially, informed them. “We expanded really fast in our early history. Caused a lot of problems in the short run, but [unknown translation: different language] and all that.”

Peacemaker shivered, shocked. This was the most advanced translator for both their species! It should translate any of the major Sol languages (they realized the importance of that pluralization now). They floated their confusion to the Riley, who apologized and quickly typed out the phrase on a tablet to show them (they thanked their foresight in learning at least the written language of “Westcommon”) while explaining.

“It’s a phrase in a language nobody can really speak anymore from one of our greater pre-steel empires. It has a sort of double meaning, actually, but the primary use is ‘All from One.’ It’s meant to be a unifier, saying no matter how different we seem, we are really similar. We’re all Solans, humans, and call this system our origin, if not our home.”

“Was this a problem?” Their eyedrones drifted to the smaller human, who fiddled with the geometric pendant around their neck.

“It… had been. For the longest time. Wars were fought, people hated, forced out, slaughtered even, but we’ve jumped stars to get where we are, and we make sure we never go back. Hence the saying.” Aliya (Peacemaker quickly recalled they were told to identify her as “she”) blinked to pull up her Eyescreen, then tensed. “We are going to have to hurry to meet the ambassador from India. How fast can you travel roughly… a kilometer? 1.27 macrospans?”

They considered the calculations, then drifted their answer. “3.41 atomicycles. 2.56 minutes, we believe? I am not sure if your species can keep up to that?”

Aliya fang-flashed him (the Solan “smile,” strangely enough meant to ease concern. Even Tsav Hives found it intimidating, however). “I was the best full-organic 5k sprinter before I was issued my upgrades. I can do it in two minutes even.” and with that, she ran off, keeping her watch on Peacekeeper as they flew after her. They considered the writing of the phrase, and brought it up on their info-packet implants from the Rulerhive. the phrase, Omnia Ab Uno, was from a “nation” that had conquered almost a quarter of their landmasses and had bloody betrayals with almost every new ruler, to say nothing of the phrase itself. It had in fact come to mean “All from One,” but, during the Unspoken Wars, it had started as a rally cry among their warriors. “To The End! To The End!” Ever present was that note of violence, even in their words of peace. Peacemaker shivered at the thought, and severely hoped they would live up to their name in these meetings.

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Linguistics in DGM

So I know I’ve seen it said somewhere that the exorcists would probably speak multiple languages (and by extension so would… pretty much everyone in the Order tbh).

I imagine it’s a bit of a headache if you’re a newcomer. The Order doesn’t really seem to think too much about its members unless they’re super important, after all, so I doubt they’d provide much by way of lessons.

So you get to the European headquarters and you’re just immediately bombarded with hundreds of languages. One man is shouting at another in German. A woman walks by, greeting you in Greek. And maybe you speak Spanish, but you’re not from Spain; you just transferred over from the North American branch and you can’t decide if the man speaking to you is using idioms from other languages or if that’s just slang in Spain or, hell, if it’s a slang term exclusive to the Order itself because the Order is just a huge blend of languages swirling together, so that could happen.

Please give me Lenalee speaking German or Russian—you know, one of those languages perceived as intimidating. Really, she’s being perfectly friendly, but you don’t understand what’s being said. Trust me, there’s nothing more intimidating than your German-speaking relative bellowing how pretty you are in German and you not understanding (although I highly doubt Lenalee’s going to be bellowing in German).

Please give me Allen trying to fluster some poor schmuck in a game so he just switches languages and starts speaking one of the Latin languages like Italian and it works because of course it does. It’s Allen for crying out loud. When that boy wants to charm you, he is going to charm you—even if it’s in another language.

And you can generally tell how long someone has been at the Order by how many languages they speak or even how garbled their accent is from picking up so many other different accents.

But wait, what about the Clan? Do we think about them? There’s literally thousands of years of memory stored there, guys. You can bet they speak lots of languages.

Sitting in on a dinner with the family might be fun; they might start speaking some ancient languages completely unknown to the world. Or maybe Bondomu starts shouting in an obscure, old dialect of Japanese.

Tyki answers in the same dialect and then looks confused because he most certainly doesn’t even know Japanese in the first place but Wisely just tells him that yes, that is a thing now.

But sometimes, sometimes when things get really serious, Adam will start speaking Hebrew and everyone will get very, very quiet, because that’s the language of the original scripture—Adam is speaking of the past, and their hearts ache when they think of what happened to them, what the Innocence did.

Between Two Worlds (study for a recurring dream of ichor baptism fashioned as a portico fresco cartoon), 2016 

I have experienced the vision twice so far: in my childhood (around 1984) and last autumn. 

I enter a concealed pavilion and immediately hear a soft female voice speaking an unknown language. There is something about the timbrе that robs me of my will power and I gradually lose control over my body. The sermon brings me to my knees and pulls towards an imposing figure of a pitch black priestess - her features and details of her attire flattened by uniform blackness. I realize before long that the voice is no more and the scene is now drowned in a solemn silence. The lady tends to a peculiar suspended vessel and places it directly over my head. At her slightest touch it tilts and a warm, living substance pours down upon me. It covers me whole and eventually locks my body in this hard resin shell. Panic surge is quickly replaced by the most glorious sensation of myself imploding within the shell and falling endlessly through the soul’s looking glass into the unknown.

Acrylics on paper mounted on prepared hardboard, 23.7 x 22.5 cm  

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The Exorcism of Anneliese Michel

Though the classic horror film ‘The Exorcist’ popularised the phenomenon known as demonic possession, individual cases are still incredibly rare, and exorcisms - the ritual of casting out demons - are rarer still. Most cases of so-called possession are now treated from a psychiatric standpoint, though occasionally a patient’s family will try any avenue of treatment once the symptoms become severe enough. This is what happened to twenty-year-old Anneliese Michel in 1975.

Anneliese (Anna) Michel was a devoutly Catholic woman who lived a quiet life alongside her parents and three siblings in Bavaria, West Germany. Though the entire family was deeply religious, Anna was almost fanatically obsessed with 'being pleasing to the Lord’, and attended Mass many times a week. Friends from school remembered her as a lovely, shy girl who frequently prayed and knelt on the floor while she did her schoolwork.

When she was sixteen Anna suffered a seizure and was diagnosed with temporal lobe epilepsy. Around this same time she became very depressed and withdrawn, and complained about seeing 'devil faces’ in the walls around her. Anna’s parents committed her to several institutions and took her to counselling, but by 1973, at the age of twenty, Anna stopped responding to treatment and became convinced there was a demon inside her head. Her parents attempted to have her healed, but their daughter apparently became incredibly violent when a priest tried to touch her head with a crucifix, and screamed when holy water was sprinkled near her. Initially the priests Michel’s family contacted refused to conduct an exorcism, but when Anna began drinking her own urine and speaking an unknown language in a voice far different from her own, the family bishop agreed to contact the Vatican and permission to perform an exorcism was granted.

On 24 September 1975, a Catholic priest named Arnold Renz began the exorcism of Anneliese Michel in her family home. Although she was twenty-two-years old, Anna was tied to her bed using yards of rope and denied food and water during the gruelling exorcisms, some of which lasted over eight hours. She was forced to genuflect for hours at a time, and Renz administered anti-psychotic medicine during the rites despite having no qualifications or medical authorisation. For over ten months Anna was systematically starved and forced to pray by Renz and both of her parents until she weighed just 30 kilograms.

On July 1, 1976, Anneliese Michel died at her home after a particularly long exorcism session. The medical team who attended her determined she died from persistent malnutrition and dehydration, and also stated that Anna hadn’t been seen by a doctor for at least three months before she died. Both of Anna’s knees were broken from endless praying, and an autopsy revealed she was suffering from pneumonia as well as kidney failure and gum disease. When the local police heard of her death while under the care of her parents and at least one priest, they built a case against them and eventually charged the Michel’s with negligent homicide. The Catholic priest who performed most of the exorcisms was also charged with negligent homicide.

During the trial in 1978 a score of doctors testified that Anneliese Michel was not possessed, but rather mentally ill. It was discovered that no medical doctor was aware of Anneliese’s previous health record for epilepsy, and no doctor was seeing her regularly during the last round of exorcisms. Both of Anneliese’s parents and the priest Arnold Renz were found guilty of manslaughter as a result of negligence and jailed for six months. The Catholic Church drew intense criticism in the aftermath of Michel’s death, and had to change its requirements for conducting exorcisms.

I love the melody of an unknown language, the strange food, all the surprises of a strange town, and my own impatience and curiosity … I love traveling as others love the gaming table; I anticipate a new place as others anticipate the next number to come up.
—  Elsa Triolet
The Doctors as Surreal Horror Monsters

I’m having a weird day okay? I need something to occupy my mind. 

@the-voice-of-light-city this seems up your alley

The First Doctor

A disembodied mourning sound, resembling both an old man weeping and the crying of a helpless infant. Often heard on empty streets late at night. It’s true body is an hour glass where the sand moves upward and downward at the same time. The weeping lures in unwitting victims, whose souls become new grains of sand. It has also been known to take on the form of a young school girl.

The Second Doctor

A player piano made entirely out of organic materials. The only song it can play is ‘Pop Goes The Weasel.’ People feel compelled to break into song and dance when in its vicinity, and it brings a sickeningly saccharine aura to whatever space it’s placed in. People entranced by it’s song have been known to drop from exhaustion, only to wake up with no memory of their actions. 

The Third Doctor

An eccentric spirit haunting a military base. It abhors war and tries to improve the lives of the soldiers who live at the base in little ways. It’s primary physical form is that of a large, fluffy sheepdog, but on occasion it appears as a frightening painting based the poem Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol. It enjoys car rides and sometimes accompanies soldiers in their vehicles.

The Fourth Doctor

A strip of soft fabric wrapping around an entire solar system. At either end of the fabric is a giant mouth with the teeth of a Thresher shark. The planets in the solar system are part of its body. It sometimes eats spaceships that pass within its vicinity, but others are strangely spared. It’s true eyes are those of a giant squid, hidden somewhere on Earth; when it blinks, empires will fall.

The Fifth Doctor

A beautiful patch of shimmering, iridescent grass that grew on the edge of a cricket field after a UFO sighting. It’s alluring to the eye but when investigated reveals itself to be infinitely deep. Some who tread upon it emerge with non-venomous snake bites, while others never return at all. The number of reported missing children has gone up since it was first discovered.

The Sixth Doctor

A sentient dictionary of made-up words in various unknown languages, its exact content changing slightly every time it is opened. It’s cover is an alien material of an incomprehensible color. It can have a sarcastic and bitter personality toward those who interact with it, but is in fact benevolent. No matter its current content, it always contains the definition for its favorite word.

The Seventh Doctor

A well-loved, but old and rotten teddy bear that has been soaked through with rain water many times. It was once the sole companion of a young girl with anger problems. Its stuffing contains the spirit of a scorned elder god who was cast out by his peers and now seeks to return to his rightful place. Contact with the toy has been known to bring about abrupt endi   

The Eighth Doctor

An abandoned and desecrated greenhouse that was once a beautiful nursery, but is now covered in graffiti. On closer inspection, all of the graffiti is the quotation “He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you“ by Friedrich Nietzsche, repeated in various styles. 

The War Doctor

A planet that once fell into a crack between timelines. The way the planet is seen changes depending on the perception of those who visit it. The non-religious will see a utopian paradise world inhabited by anthropomorphic tigers. The religious will instead visit a world inhabited by dragons who are on the brink of a nuclear war. The agnostic will find a barren landscape.    

The Ninth Doctor

A being that stalks the streets of major cities at night looking for those in need of spiritual rebirth. It is invisible, but can sometimes be detected as the shadow of a cat cast on an alley wall. When it finds a subject, it will give them dreams of complex constellations in the night sky. These constellations symbolize the path the dreamer must take. Unfortunately, it is easy to forget its dreams. 

The Tenth Doctor

An entity in the vague shape of a human, whose body is unnaturally sharp. Those who reach out to touch it will be eviscerated. It once sought genuine love and affection, but the destructive nature of its being drove it mad. Desperate for closeness, it now seeks victims to control and dominate. It believes itself to be the last of its race, and mourns for them each day.   

The Eleventh Doctor

A pocket watch which appears to be broken, but always displays the correct time when viewed. When shook, rattling parts can be heard inside of it. It is connected to a larger body somewhere else, which supplies an infinite power source. Those who carry it around often enough can channel this energy, and may find themselves feeling spry and young again.

The Twelfth Doctor

A non-euclidean work of art on the grounds of a college campus. Those who see it are unaware of its supernatural nature, so it goes entirely unnoticed. Secretly, it is an ancient entity which protects the campus and those who live on it from danger, although it abhors the idea of making friends. It is a locked gateway stopping a great evil from leaking through. 

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—  the project manager sent us a message asking us to look up something named the Daqri Qube for him, aka google it for him. I sent him this and he thanked me for being the first person to give an actual answer after reading the first ten words or so.
A case of language shaming?

I had a conversation recently that left me wondering how easy it is for some people to reproduce linguistic stereotypes and misperceptions labelling languages as ‘complex’, ’useless’ or ‘not-so-popular’.

I am learning Maltese (or Malti). It is not a language spoken by millions of people and there are not many resources online thus it is rather difficult for someone to learn it. Those two features were enough for someone to suggest that I should learn a ‘useful’ and ‘popular’ language instead, like French or Italian, since Maltese is ‘dead’ and ‘primitive’.

Although I went a bit mental, I did try to explain to them what the terms ‘dead’ and ‘primitive’ actually mean as well as why they cannot mark languages as ‘useless’ or ‘unpopular’.

‘A language dies when nobody speaks it anymore’ (Crystal D., 2000: 1)

In other words, a language is dead when there is no native speaker alive, like Latin. Imagine the last native speaker of an unknown language. If we consider that language is a communication tool, then this very last speaker’s mother tongue is already dead.

With over 500.000 *living* native speakers, I would not classify Maltese as a dead language :)

Primitive or not?

I am a native speaker of Greek. People often comment on how ‘complex’ the greek language is compared to English, assuming that grammatical or structural complexity and a large lexicon (i.e. vocabulary) indicates linguistic superiority.

People who categorise languages as ‘primitive’ or less ‘complex’ usually argue that, since some concepts can only be expressed in a particular language, then this language must be ‘better’ than the others.

Put simply, the native speakers of any language can effectively communicate any notion, idea or message using just the resources their native tongue provides. If their needs change, then the language expands through word-creating and borrowing mechanisms.

The Maltese example

Unlike most languages, there is no verb ‘to be’ in Maltese, which may sound a bit odd to some people. How can Maltese understand each other without the very first verb one memorises when learning a new language? Therefore, is Maltese a ‘primitive’ language?

Well, the personal pronouns work as the verb ‘to be’ in Maltese and that’s the problem sorted out!

  • English: I am 
  • Maltese: Jien/jiena

The verbal function of the personal pronoun in Maltese would seemingly indicate a ‘simple’ or ‘primitive’ grammar, but trust me, this is not the case with Malti (I do get languages well, but Maltese is a proper challenge for many reasons). It could possibly be explained as word economy, yet this is a far too scientific linguistic topic to discuss in a Tumblr post.

Did you ever have to defend your mother tongue or target language? Have you encountered people who do language shaming?

Daemonic Enns

The Daemonic Enns are short incantations/praises to the corresponding spirit, to be used in the act of summoning, respectfully. The enns themselves are said to have been given to summoners by Daemons themselves to aid in calling out to the proper Daemon. The Daemonic language is unknown, and few translations exist.

Abaddon- es na ayer Abaddon avave
Abigor- aylan Abigor tasa uan on ca
Agaliarept- on ca Agaliarept agna
Agares- rean ganen ayar da Agares
Aim- ayer avage secore Aim
Alloces- typan efna Alloces met tasa
Amdusias- denyen valocur avage secore Amdusias
Amon- avage secore Amon ninan
Amy- tu fubin Amy secore
Andras- entey ama Andras anay
Andrealphus- mena Andrealphus tasa ramec ayer
Andromalius- tasa fubin Andromalius on ca
Asafoetida- asana nanay on ca Asafoetida
Ashtaroth- tasa alora foren Ashtaroth
Asmodeus- ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken
Astarot- serena alora Astarot aken
Azazel- eya on ca Azazel aken
Babeal- alan secore on ca Babeal
Bael- ayer secore on ca Ba'al
Balam- lirach tasa vefa wehl Balam
Balberith- avage secore on ca Baalberith
Barbatos- eveta fubin Barbatos
Bathin- dyen pretore on ca Bathin
Beelzebub- adey vocar avage Beelzebuth
Beleth- lirach tasa vefa wehl Beleth
Belial- lirach tasa vefa wehl Belial
(Earth, protect this soil, Belial)
Belphegore- lyan ramec catya ganen Belphegore
Berith- hoath redar ganabal Berith
Bifrons- avage secore Bifrons remie tasa
Botis- jedan hoesta noc ra Botis
Buer- erato on ca Buer anon
Bune- wehl melan avage Bune tasa
Camio- tasa on ca Caim renich
Cimejes- ayer avage secore Cimejes
Crocell- jedan tasa Crocell on ca
Dantalion- avage ayer Dantalion on ca
Decarabia- hoesta noc ra Decarabia secore
Delepitoré- deyen pretore ramec Delepitoré on ca
Eligos- jedan on ca Eligos inan
Eurynomous- ayar secore on ca Eurynomous
Flereous- ganic tasa fubin Flereous
(Fire, protect the flame, Lord Flereous)
Focalor- en jedan on ca Focalor
Foras- kaymen vefa Foras
Forneus- senan okat ena Forneus ayer
Furcas- secore on ca Furcas remie
Furfur- ganen menach tasa Furfur
Gaap- deyan anay tasa Gaap
Glasya Labolas- elan tepar secore on ca Glasya Labolas
Gremory- an tasa shi Gremory on ca
Gusion- secore vesa anet Gusion
Haagenti- Haaventi on ca lirach
Halphas- erato Halphas on ca secore
Haures- ganic tasa fubin Flauros
Ipos- desa an Ipos ayer
Leraje- caymen vefa Leraje
Leviathan- jaden tasa hoet naca Leviathan
(Water, protect our circle, Lord Leviathan)
Lilith- renich viasa avage Lilith lirach
Lucifage- eyen tasa valocur Lucifuge Rofocale
Lucifer- renich tasa uberaca biasa icar Lucifer
(Air, protect the surrounding sky, Lord Lucifer)
Luithian- advisor: deyan anay tasa Luithian
Malphas- lirach tasa Malphas ayer
Mammon- tasa Mammon on ca lirach
Marax- kaymen vefa Marax
Marbas- renach tasa uberace biasa icar Marbas
Marchosias- es na ayer Marchosias secore
Mephisto- Mephisto ramec viasa on ca
Murmur- vefa mena Murmur ayer
Naberius- eyan tasa valocur Naberius
Oriax- lirach mena Orias anay na
Orobas- jedan tasa hoet noca Orobas
Ose- ayer serpente Ose
Paimon- linan tasa jedan Paimon
Phenex- ef enay Phenex ayer
Purson- ana jecore on ca Purson
Rashoon- taran Rashoon nanay
Raum- furca na alle laris Raum
Ronove- kaymen vefa Ronove
Rosier- serena alora Rosier aken
Sabnock- tasa Sabnock on ca lirach
Sallos- serena alora Sallos aken
Samigina- esta ta et tasa Gamigin
Satan- tasa reme laris Satan- Ave Satanis
Satanachia- furca na alle laris Satanachia
Seere- jeden et renich Seere tu tasa
Shax- ayer avage Shax aken
Sitri- lirach alora vefa Sitri
Sonnelion- ayer serpente Sonnellion
Stolas- Stolos ramec viasa on ca
Svengali- desa on Svengali ayer
Taroon- Taroon an ca nanay
Tezrian- ezyr ramec ganen Tezrian
Unsere- Unsere tasa lirach on ca ayar
Uvall- as ana nany on ca Uvall
Valefor- keyman vefa tasa Valefor
Vapula- renich secore Vapula typan
Vassago- keyan vefa jedan tasa Vassago
Vepar- on ca Vepar ag na
Verrier- elit rayesta Verrier
Verrine- elan typan Verrine
Vine- eyesta nas Vine ca laris
Volac- avage secore on ca Volac
Zagan- anay on ca secore Zagan tasa
Zepar- lyan ramec catya Zepar

There's always that one freshman

That one who sings in the shower. Maybe they forgot the Rules or maybe they think that running water will keep them safe.
The ones that sing old lullabies and folk songs are usually Taken, but those who sing hymns or country are always left alone.
Sometimes, if the singer is returned, they continue their shower serenades, but with the ability to sing duets by themselves, or they sing in an unknown language that makes you want to sing along. Those that do end up biting off their tongues.

take me higher

nobody else can take me higher / nobody else

Summary: Post-season one. Victor’s past and the things he lacked, and his present with the things he’s gained.

Word Count: 13,869

A/N: This fic has been banging on the doors to be written since January, and now I’ve finally gotten it done. It’s basically an in-depth study on Victory’s motivations, his past, and what he wants with Yuuri moving forward. I’m not used to writing things longer than 5k, so hopefully y’all enjoy!

You can also find this posted on AO3.

The first time Victor remembers meeting Irina Fyodorova, she is a stranger to him: the woman in photobooks in his father’s study, worn and forgotten where he’d kept them in the bottom drawer of his large oaken desk. Victor finds them on his own when he is four or five, sneaking into his father’s study without permission. The memory is vague—long ago as it is, but something of it remains with him anyway. He recalls the heavy smell of cedar and dust that rises from the drawer, heavy and stuck on the frame that fights against its opening. It grates wood on wood, and the pictures appear to have been thrown inside, piled and crumpled and grey, her face colorless and caught in stills that try so hard to trap her there. So when he meets her only a few months later, he knows her face because he has seen it in those photos; but in front of him she is surreal, and unfamiliar, and he cannot comprehend quite how he is supposed to know her as his mother.

It never really changes the more they meet over the years. He grows older, and she becomes less intimidating, alien, unreal. She calls him ‘Vitya’; he calls her ‘Mama.’ He knows intellectually what she is to him, but Victor can never quite feel as though he really knows her. They live separate lives: changing and growing in their time apart. It’s a distance he feels that he can never really breach, a strangeness in a mother he only sees once every few months in a year. She will always, no matter how well he knows her, be a stranger he cannot fully understand.  

In an odd way how he feels about his mother is not so different now from how he feels towards the city of St. Petersburg.

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What happened at Footlights Ranch?

Olivia Mabel was a doting mother to Aiden, and a loving wife to Travis. The family lived in a sprawling ranch, known locally as Footlights about an hour north of Dallas. In 1990, Olivia’s world came crashing down when Aiden died in a freak accident, drowning in the garden pond. Feeling remorse and sorrow, Olivia fell into a deep depression and began to cut off all family and friends. This eventually led to Travis divorcing his wife, and Olivia was left all alone at the ranch. She was last seen alive in September, 1991.

Some two years later, police received four 991 calls from the property. All calls were silent, but operators noted that was a distinct “click” of the phone being put down abruptly after a minute or so. When officers were dispatched to the scene, they were horrified by what they found; Olivia’s badly decomposed body was sat upright in a chair, in front of a homemade shrine to Travis. She was holding a voodoo type doll and was distinctly malnourished.

The shrine was made from an old toy box with a duvet stretched over it. The top had been adorned with flowers, candles, and several pictures of her deceased son, but weirdly, there were words written in an unknown language. The police had to consult experts in order to translate the words, and it turns out Olivia had written in the ancient language of Sanskrit. The writing translated to English as “construct” or “to build.” How did a single mother learn Sanskrit? A note found near the body read: “My Aiden, I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry. I should have never let it get like this. I’m leaving. I will not let you keep me you ViLE, EViL CREATURE. Mommy’s coming for you, Aiden, my sweet Aiden. Mommy loves you.” This case is shrouded in so much mystery. Was this just a woman plagued by mental illness following the death of her only child? Or did something darker happen? Police are still investigating.