TwilightHourHiro

people always say that internet spaces are americanised because the users are majority americans.

and i do always wonder how much of that is "there are actually a majority of usamericans" and how much is "usamerican cultural markers are a default for many online spaces, and non usamericans are often indistinguishable from usamericans unless you're actively looking".

so here's an incredibly unscientific poll reblog for reach or whatever

Here have a Realm for your troubles @changeling-rin

Is it customary to bury/memorialize a wielder by sticking their keyblade in the ground? Is that what is really going on with the keyblade graveyard? Is it literal, Sora and co. were stomping around on the literal graves of hundreds of child soldiers? 

Who buried them. Which compassionate Dandelion did that, assigned themselves the task of laying all the casualties of the Keyblade War to rest, painstakingly matching keys to bodies, deliberately arranging everything in the pattern of the crossroads, of choices, of actions taken and paths chosen? 

Why is this even tradition, if, as we’ve seen with Brain and Eraqus, it’s customary to pass your keyblade onto your descendants/apprenctices? Why are keyblades such a rare resource, if there’s hundreds at the graveyard? What if, when it’s wielder dies, a blade can pass on to their pupil, or, if there’s no one left just. Die. Along with its master.

If you attempted to pick up a keyblade at the graveyard, would it even budge?

Forgot a word in Spanish, while speaking Spanish to me, but remembered it in English. Became weirdly quiet as they seemed to lose their entire sense of identity.

Used a literal translation of a Russian idiomatic expression while speaking English. He actually does this quite regularly, because he somehow genuinely forgets which idioms belong to which language. It usually takes a minute of everyone staring at him in confused silence before he says “….Ah….. that must be a Russian one then….”

Had to count backwards for something. Could not count backwards in English. Counted backwards in French under her breath until she got to the number she needed, and then translated it into English.

Meant to inform her (French) parents that bread in America is baked with a lot of preservatives. Her brain was still halfway in English Mode so she used the word “préservatifes.” Ended up shocking her parents with the knowledge that apparently, bread in America is full of condoms.

Defined a slang term for me……. with another slang term. In the same language. Which I do not speak.

Was talking to both me and his mother in English when his mother had to revert to Russian to ask him a question about a word. He said “I don’t know” and turned to me and asked “Is there an English equivalent for Нумизматический?” and it took him a solid minute to realize there was no way I would be able to answer that. Meanwhile his mom quietly chuckled behind his back.

Said an expression in English but with Spanish grammar, which turned “How stressful!” into “What stressing!”

From my bilingual parents:

- Only being able to do math in their original language. “Ok so that would beeeeee … *muttering* ocho por cuatro menos tres…”

- Losing words and getting mad at you about it. “Gimme the - the - UGH, ESA COSA AHI’ CARAJO. The thing, the oven mitt. Christ.”

- Making asides to you in Spanish even though you’ve told them to not do this as lots of people here speak Spanish. “Oye, mira esa, que cara fea.” “MOM FFS WE’RE IN A MEXICAN NEIGHBORHOOD.”

- Swears in English don’t count.

- Swears in Spanish mean you’d better fucking run, kid.

- Introducing you to English-only Americans using your Spanish name so that they mispronounce your name for all eternity because that’s what your mom said your name was. “Hi Dee-yanna!” “sigh, Just call me Diana.” “Yeah but your mom said your name was Dee-yanna.” 

- when vice versa, dropping English articles entirely. The, a, an: all gone. e.g. “I go to store and buy thing, I fix car and go to place.” This also happens when i am very tired 

- speaking English with heavy accent you don’t actually have - when my family and I are switching over fast, we say the English words in a very heavy Russian accent that mostly doesn’t show up otherwise 

bonus: 

- keysmashing in the wrong language when your keyboard is still switched over

For another, had they met sooner, perhaps some of the damage to the young man’s heart might have been prevented.  Though his cell door had opened, the Velvet Room itself retained the facade of a prison.

And the executions were continuing.

Igor had clarified, of course, that persona fusion did not have to take such macabre form. To take the aspects of two familiar personas and find new strength from them was an act of creation, not destruction.  He had produced the cards, performed the ritual.

The result had not been as strong as it should have been, and the Trickster picked up on that immediately.  “I’m on a deadline,” he said, because Yaldabaoth had fused Mementos with the real world.  Red rainwater leaked from his boots.  “Let’s stick to what works.”

His gray eyes were challenging, and Lavenza stepped between the two of them.  Her eyes, the same yellow as her brother’s and sisters’, were wary in a way her siblings’ had never been, despite the polite smile set on her face.  “Master, I can perform executions for him.  I am quite adept at it.  Please, save your strength.”

Still so young, she had very little guile: it was blatantly obvious that she was trying to shield the Trickster from any anger his words might stir, as though Igor would rage simply from being contradicted.  Her siblings had never been ordered to execute their own guest.  She was well aware that it was an imposter who had given the order, and yet…