ye old english

anonymous asked:

omg i'm imagining Consort!Sid being replaced with MobWife!Sid.... the Genos are in for a Shock bc whilst their Sid's aren't too different, hooooooooo they are SO different

both are terrifying. one speaks in mildly ye olde english but its whatever, mobster geno almost doesnt notice

ppl who still see/portray yixing as air-headed or ‘high’ all the time like… have u ever actually heard him speak? have u ever even read any of his interviews or listened to him give a speech? boy has so much going on in his head it’s honestly mind blowing … he’s so eloquent? he communicates so well n he’s so intelligent n introspective n he speaks like 3 languages n is also a damn musical prodigy so like where the fck do ppl get off acting like he a ditz lmao

things that have happened in super paper mario
  • apparently mario is the hero of prophecy said to save all worlds from a universe-ending chaos heart brought about by princess peach and bowser getting married
  • if you keep saying no to the guy who wants to give you the pure heart so you can save the world you will eventually get a game over
  • “ok yeah. cool. great. got it, k?”
  • “GRAH-BOOGLY”
  • just o’chunks in general, really
  • “and so i arrive, like a sudden windstorm at a kindergarten picnic”
  • shut up dimentio
  • c:// error c:// running insult generator c:// result : go away yeti-lip
  • BLECK says count bleck
  • theres a part in chapter two where everything is rhyming. everything. is. rhyming. merlee won’t stop rhyming and mimi does it herself on accident
  • “and here i thought mimi’s ideal world was a gem-filled pool with hunky lifeguards”
  • “ENJOY LABOR”
  • press left on the d-pad for six minutes to get at least 10,000 rubees to get a really unnecessarily long code from a guy to get 1,000,000 rubees, essentially stealing them, to pay off your debt
  • mimi breaks her own neck and spins her head around before giant-ass spider legs come out of her head and she chases you around merlee’s unnecessarily large basement
  • CHERBILS
  • peach is actually a solid character in this game and she owns up to her own actions and helps you (and is a really good and balanced character) in the game
  • “my friends on the digibutter.nerr forums are gonna FREAK when i show them this”
  • apparently the bitlands has an affinity for red
  • “listen, pal, nobody likes having their butterfly kidnapped by a nerd, but you have to listen to me”
  • “but im BOWSER! im prime cut 100% final boss!”
  • this guy just shows up and starts hollering about bowser’s girth
  • I WOULD GLADLY STRANGLE AN AMAZEE DAYZEE IF GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY
  • “SHAKE THAT THORAX”
  • “do not think i did it out of the kindness of my robot heart”
  • right before you fight the boss of chapter three you have to answer a bunch of questions as peach (”my first love was an anime character!”) and then you have to go IN as peach and the boss (a chameleon nerd) gets so nervous that he opens up a program that turns the whole world into a dating sim
  • “so… how much do you make”
  • shut up dimentio
  • if you say no enough times to using the helmet you’ll get a game over
  • squirps
  • just
  • squirps
  • “AMORE AMORE AMORE”
  • theres an outhouse in space for some reason
  • you take this guy’s precious treasure map and give it to some alien fairy in said space outhouse for him to use as toilet paper
  • LUIGI GETS BRAINWASHED????
  • mr. l just kicks squirps away. just kicks him away.
  • “CRAGGA-WAGGA-WOOOOOOO”
  • a very old caveman says “hook us up, brahs”
  • you can make a pixl shout various phrases, all of which i opted to make the guy say curse words
  • “YEH CRAZED LOON”
  • S  H U T  U P  D I M E N T I O
  • “OOOOOWEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO”
  • a world literally ends right before your tender eyes. there is nothing left when you return to its remains.
  • DIMENTIO KILLS LUIGI
  • HE ACTUALLY KILLS HIM
  • LIKE
  • LUIGI ENDS UP IN THE PAPER MARIO EQUIVALENT OF HELL FOR SOME REASON
  • HE ACTUALLY DIES
  • AND THEN DIMENTIO GOES AND KILLS MARIO, PEACH, AND BOWSER TOO
  • WOULDN’T IT BE FUN IF WE COULD GO TO HELL
  • wELL SURPRISE, THE ONLY ONE THAT WENT TO HEAVEN WAS PEACH
  • “some people call it world -1″
  • the nimbis just talk in ye olde english
  • “gameovergameovergameovergameover CONTINUE”
  • borguy the 64th
  • shUt up dimentio
  • the weird emotional underlying story you’re getting after each chapter with some wahoos named blumiere and timpani with some mahjong-ass music playing in the bg
  • “THOU ART TOAST”
  • there is a character that is literally the paper mario equivalent of lucifer
  • SHUTUPDIMENTIO
  • IT TURNS OUT THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THE ENTIRE GAME IS A VERY EMOTIONALLY TORTURED PERSON AND IS TRYING TO COMMIT MASS OMNICIDE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HIS DAD KILLED HIS LOVER
  • “What Ended My Last Relationship” “DADDY ISSUES”
  • one by one each of your party members and each of count bleck’s main minions get ‘killed off’ before returning in the final fight
  • I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU DIMENTIO
  • DISRESPECTING LUIGI
  • DISRESPECTING LUIGI
  • DISRESPECTING LUIGI
  • DISRESPECTING LUIGI
  • DISRESPECTING LUIGI
  • that ending is going to rip out your heart and stomp on it so you’d best bring some tissues
  • NASTASIA DON’T CRY
  • DFJHKFLHFLDJKSHDFKHGJKLDHFGLKHGFDJKLHFGIOGJ
  • a good game overall

The Icelandic Language still uses the letters Þ and Ð, which used to be in the English alphabet too but which fell into disuse and were eventually left out altogether. Their pronunciation is the sound made by the “th” in “this” and “that” respectively.

Incidentally, the Þ was not included in early English printing press types. As a substitute they used y, which looks somewhat similar. Thus was the popular misconception born that English people used to say “ye” as in “ye old shoppe.”

i am horrible at promo so please like/reblog if you’re willing to roleplay with a fate-noob who happens to roleplay bedivere from fate! i am sparkly new to this fandom and the game itself, and it would be lovely if anyone would guide me through this fandom. thank you very much in advance!

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a YA fantasy book in an original universe, and it's character-driven, so I want the characters to speak like teenagers. but one of the REALLY common worldbuilding nitpicks is the 'these words are Anachronistic and you Can't Use Them' line... often applied to words like rewind, derail, etc, or to idioms (train of thought comes to mind). so: how much language policing do you think is necessary to maintain immersion while still letting the characters, well, sound like human beings?

Synth:  Translation Convention is a thing for a reason.

Sure, you could do a shitload of research and write a book set in [location and time period] where everyone is speaking as they really would have in that time and place, but unless the target demographic is extreme history buffs, it very likely won’t go over very well.

Would you want to read an entire super serious novel done up in exaggerated Ye Olde English? It would have a good chance of getting very tedious very quickly.

Bina:  I’d say that if the phrase or idiom refers to something SPECIFICALLY referring to a dated action or common object (I call shotgun!, It’s not rocket science, Speak of the devil), you can make an equivalent phrase whose meaning can be inferred and makes sense in the world’s context (I call copilot seat!, It’s not [insert anything complicated], Speak of [insert evil deity]), or find a synonym. Of course, if all synonyms are crap, then don’t bother. If your sentence flows well enough most people won’t even notice. 

 One bonus of making your own phrases and idioms is that they’re tiny worldbuilding tidbits for the reader. “It’s not [rocket science/complicated thing]” (where the thing is something new to the reader) teaches the reader that “oh, I don’t know what that really is, but I do know it’s really hard!”

Constablewrites:  I think this is the sort of thing that multiple drafts and beta readers are for. In the initial pass, write in a way that sounds natural to you. Then when you go back to revise, do a pass where you look for those potential speedbumps and consider them individually to see if they need to be changed and how. Ask your beta readers to make note of any language that bumped them out of the story. You’re always going to get nitpickers, but if the story is otherwise engaging readers generally won’t have a problem with it. I find it’s only when I already don’t care about the characters or the plot that I start tripping over questionable word choice.

Pull My Hair Part 1 - The Wanderer

Summary: For @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and her 2nd Negan Writing Challenge, this is for the hair-pulling kink prompt introducing OFC Susan.

Word Count: 5421 (Sorry, I got carried away)

Warnings: Foul language, Sexual References, Language, and Imagery (No Smut yet), Slight Gore, Really Bad Humor

Author: @genevievedarcygranger

At first, she didn’t make a point of leaving, but life forced her hand. One of the first large groups she had found had been terrible. Composing mostly of men, they made far too many attempts to get into her pants, and feeling too uncomfortable and unsafe to sleep she slipped out one night and ran away with a backpack full of goods so she could make it on her own.


For a while she was fine – they hadn’t even bothered to pursue her – but she spent too many nights awake, waiting for danger. After that she found another group, but the group was dissolving at the seams when she joined them. They didn’t have a community, and roamed around much as she had done. The area they were scouting lacked supplies and they were forced to disperse to find enough food for themselves.

For a while she was fine – they hadn’t even bothered to pursue her – but she spent too many nights awake, waiting for danger. After that she found another group, but the group was dissolving at the seams when she joined them. They didn’t have a community, and roamed around much as she had done. The area they were scouting lacked supplies and they were forced to disperse to find enough food for themselves.

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recordsofme  asked:

“I’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class” AU bioquake

You got me too excited for this prompt and now this is spiraling into something much larger in my brain thanks a lot  jk I love it and you <3

Sorry this took so long, but here it is now!

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Daisy gulped and glanced down at her notecards. Normally, she would have just skimmed the research, thrown together a 2-slide powerpoint, and made something up on the fly for the oral presentation. For this assignment, though, she had a powerful motivator to excel: spite. 

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Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!

Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons–famous that fate–
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.

All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!

So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.

—  The Wanderer (translated from the Old English)

If I ever made a fantasy dating sim the romanceable characters would include:

A dapper skeleton
A sentient suit of armor who speaks in ye olde English
A fruit selling npc who barely speaks and always gives you more fruit than what you pay for
The second to last boss
The bonus boss
2 count em, two, forest spirits that you may or may not randomly encounter in the wilderness
A cursed queen whose curse is actually really lame even though she makes you spend a good chunk of time trying to break it
A talking tree
A sword possessed by a sword-possessing demon
And lastly, an inexplicably large ghost

Write a plot for a TV show that you would most definitely watch; I would so watch a show based around my OCs lives. Particularly Chalk, because it would be set back in ye olde English times, with vampires. The pilot episode is about him being turned and kidnapped when he was a baby, and then it fast forwards to when he was a child and his father is trying to teach him how to hunt and drink from humans, but he messes it up and that’s why he’s scared of blood and refuses to drink it. And then the rest of the show can just go through his life and all the drama that happened, from coming to terms with the fact that he’s gay, to being forced into marrying women by his family. And then the whole thing with his sister’s fiance finding out that she’s a vampire, so he poisons her with dead blood and she goes insane. So Chalk runs away with her because their parents want to just kill her and put her out her misery. Chalk locks her up in a makeshift lab he builds in the basement of his new house, but to fund all the blood he needs to buy her to feed her and keep trying to come up with a cure he has to turn to prostitution to make ends meet.

All that plus his first wife dying, and then his second wife and her newborn baby die, and tons of drama and shit and it would be great. Plus some vampire hunters thrown in there. I’d watch the shit out of that.

anonymous asked:

Captain Crunch would scoop Akira into a treasure sack and hoist Ryuji under his arm and turn his boat in the opposite direction while "He's a Pirate" plays from unseen speakers. There is also a banner trailing from the back of the ship saying in ye olde english translating to "I'm Sakamoto Ryuji and I'm making off with your son's heart of gold and his golden booty!!!!"

((Where did Captain Crunch come from?))

Ryuji: …what?

Akira: So Captain Crunch takes me and Ryuji and sails off?

kyluxtrashblog  asked:

your tags on that last post wRITE THE STORY!!! PLEASE!!!

@kyluxtrashblog !! I’m not sure I can write a full story, but I CAN write a snippet of the INSUFFERABLE PINING OF THE INFILTRATING SIR ERIK, whose every waking moment is becoming consumed with thoughts of Lord Xavier:


All afternoon long they’d been talking, and playing cards in the smoky and dim interior of the gentleman’s club while a rumbling storm gathered ominously in the grey outside. 

Erik had long since filled his ears with the news and gossip he needed from London’s highest and mightiest (and, weakly, treacherously, with Xavier’s honeyed voice as he moved around the table). Before long he would topple them, he thought viciously. Before long, the Brotherhood would rise. 

In the meantime…. He could linger a little longer next to Xavier, who rose to gather them another round of drinks. He could caress that body with his gaze, if not his hands.

Xavier suddenly glanced back over his shoulder, eyes sly. “Are you enjoying the cut of my new coat, sir?”

Erik jerked his gaze upwards, throat suddenly dry. 

“Yes,” he managed. “Quite the modern fashion, I understand.”

“Hmm, I suppose so,” said Xavier. He hesitated a moment, then left the drinks. He meandered over to Erik, hands clasped at the small of his back, pretty red mouth pursed as if in deep thought. In the distance, thunder rumbled in a growing pitch, encroaching closer. 

He stopped close enough to Erik the fabric of their sleeves touched. Erik could feel the heat radiating out from him. 

Xavier turned his gaze from the card-strewn table and up to Erik, his glowing, jewel-like eyes capturing Erik like he had uttered an incantation from a book of sorcery. He was ensnared. He was bewitched.

For long moments they stared at each other, bodies nearing each other and drawing apart with each breath. Rain speckled the windows of the gentleman’s club.

“I’d best be going,” Xavier said finally. It seemed to Erik his voice was low and intimate, but that could be due to the noise of the storm.

He stepped back abruptly and Erik swayed where he sat. He cleared his throat, gathering himself with haste and gathering himself from his comfortable seat as Xavier donned his hat.

“Yes, hurry home, young lord,” he said, aiming for and falling short of his usual scorn. “Else you catch your death of cold.”

Xavier sent him another impish grin, though there seemed to be something false in it this time, before he turned and disappeared out into the now-pelting rain and windy streets of London.