My Nemesis. My Bestest Friend

my nemesis. my bestest friend

Ty so much for answering my earlier ask!

I have another question, since sirens are so good at mimicry and pattern recognition could you teach one to talk? I think it would be funny to be mugged by a siren like that. To be on your lunch break and hear someone say, "SANDWICH, NOW." and it's a faun staring at you.

if you mean "talk" as in copy a sound a human makes to use in the future for a reaction, then yeah they do that all the time. but for most words they don't really understand the meaning of them (they have their own way of communicating amongst themselves tho). they might be able to understand that the word "sandwich" means a food thing, but they really don't understand that "now!" is anything more than "i saw another human talk to someone in this way/this tone of voice, and they handed them something". so yeah if you did the classic conditioning method of repeating a word until they copied you and gave them food for it you can teach them words, but that doesn't mean they understand what they're saying. if they did want something you have their go-to behavior is to sit at your feet and just stare with big wet eyes going "hiiii :D for meeee?? :D"

gaeilge: má cíaliann tú "ciant" mar ag cópail torran a deanann daoine chun freagairt a fáil, deannan siad é sin alán. ach le haigh an chuid is mó de focail níl fóis acú can a cialíann siad (tá a slí féan chun ciant le a chéaile). bedir gur fedir leo nasc a déanamh idir an focail "ceapaire" agus bia ach ní fedir leo chial a deanamh as an focail "anois!" mar rud éagan seacais "connaic mé daoine rud mar seo a rá chuigh daoine eile, agus tug siad rud dóbh". má tug tú bia dóbh nuiar a dúart siad focail nua beidh siad ag rá an focail, ach níl fois acú cah a bhuil siad ag rá. má tá siad ag iarradh bia úait beidh siad ag suí ah dó cosaí ag duill "dia duitttttt :DD máis é do toil é :D???"

also another (probably not) fun fact about sirens, a lot of them have nicotine addictions due to eating too many cigarette butts. this means they get withdrawal symptoms when they go too long without them and just go into a rage. this also means they learned to vape and use heat/fire to light traditional cigarettes. but they also are seen taking hallucinogenic substances for fun too (eg mushrooms)

rud eile (mí) grannmhar faoi truptín, tá andúil nicotín ag a lán dóbh mar tá siad ag ithe bun de na toitín. ciallian é seo gur fedir leo preashach as fearg a deanamh don áit nuar a nach fedir leo iad a fáil. is fedir leo e-cigs a úsaid agus toitín a lasadh le tras/tine. agus itheann siad drugí (mar shampla muisiriún) don craic.

my moonpaw!!

an apprentice who drank the moonpool for some saving starclan prophecy reason and is now haunted by a catsonification of the moonpool. it's very new to mortal life having only previously experienced whatever the hell the medicine cats and leaders are up to and they have to learn to work to gether and kiss

i hate warrior cats especially the number 3

Hi! yeah you can call me whatever :)

I was doing the same with Jack Stauber's older work!! I should listen to Glass Animals too

I hope u do well on artfight!! will you post any art on here, or just on artfight's website?

to your tags: Ill probably never make an art fight account.... I'm an artist technically, but I've never worked up the guts to post my art online outside of little doodles and stick men. I don't have the skill or whatever lol. I have two things ive been waiting,,, months now for the guts to post :P maybe one day though

and dont worry about the late response. im a HUGE procrastinator. you'll never guess what im doing by writing this (procrastinating)

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hi cliche !!! :D (is that your preferred name? please correct me if I'm wrong!!! /gen )

hmm what's on my mind rn...

well imm really enjoying shuffling glass animals albums start to finish today

i got through htbahb and dreamland!! im currently on cocoa hooves (zaba) atm :3

oh and I'm about to start working on art fight refs!! before I forget haha

he stood still before he lunged and i — rather foolishly — thought i was safe