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one  thing  i  make  an  effort  to  do  with  multilingual  characters  (especially  characters  with  english  as  a  second  language)   is  learn  the  languages  they're  fluent  in.   i'm  currently  learning  spanish,   french,   pieces  of  gaelic & romanian.  i  try  writing  things  in  their  points  of  view  in  these  languages  as  a  way  of  truly  familiarizing  myself  with  the  character,  and  it  is  with  this  in  mind  that  i  tell  you:   
          
          romanian  is  a  lawless  land.   
          
          french  is  a  bunch  of  vowels  in  a  blender,  absolutely,  but  the  general  rule  of  thumb  for  romanian  is -  and  i  shit  you  not -   "what's  the  vibe".   the  grammar  is  a  suggestion ,,  not  a  guideline.   the  one  thing  you  have  to  hold  onto  is  doi/doua  (masculine & feminine  for  "two",  respectively).   it's  the  closest  of  the  european  love  languages  to  latin;  the  others  dropped  the  latin  bases  for  the  most  part,  but  romanian  held  onto  it  for  dear  life  and  is  making  it  everyone's  problem.   it  is  a  beautiful  language  that's  fun  to  learn  and  is  steeped  in  history,   but  if  you  plan  to  learn  it ,,  just  make  sure  you  know  the  vibes.   (you  will  not)

sometimes  i  wanna  text  my  friends  but  then  realize  it's  such  a  plate  of  corn  message  that  i  close  the  app  like  the  little  ant  with  a  rucksack

@fireplaceashes- // so real. i tend to see my ocs as parts of myself in bite sized chunks lol

brainrot  for  an  oc  that  a  grand  total  of  four  people  know  about  should  be  a  symptom.    of  what  idk.   but  a  symptom.  

the  passion  between  me  and  strawberry  lemonade  is  undeniable.

forgetfulness  should  not  be  a  side  effect  of  both  sleep  deprivation  AND  mental  illness.    let  me  breathe  man.

MANCHILD  IS  SO  GOOD  OH  MY  GOD

this  breakup  between  musk & pumpkin  spice  palpatine  is  MESSY

hand on the throttle, thought i caught lightning in a bottle.  oh, but it's gone again.  and it was written, i got cursed like eve got bitten.  oh, was it punishment?  pad around when i get home, i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope,, a greater woman wouldn't beg,  but i looked to the sky and said: please, i've been on my knees,  change the prophecy.  don't want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?  cards on a table, mine play out like fools in a fable, oh.  it was sinking in.  slow is the quicksand, poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand, oh.  still i dream of him.  please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy.  don't want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?  and i sound like an infant, feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen.  a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon.  and i look unstable, gathered with a coven 'round a sorcerer's table.  a greater woman has faith, but even statues crumble if they're made to wait, i'm so afraid i sealed my fate, no sign of soulmates.  i'm just a paperweight in shades of greige,  spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay.  please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy.  don't want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?  who do i have to speak to, to change the prophecy?  hand on the throttle,  thought i caught lightning in a bottle.  oh, but it's gone again.  pad around when i get home, i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope, a greater woman wouldn't beg, but i looked to the sky and said:
          please.

claudia  was  my  dark  child,   my  love,   evil  of  my  evil.   claudia  broke  my  heart.