#*erroribus

[kisulandia]

blah blah blah⁶¹²

⁶¹²hi est me, Johnny Truant, hic tecum loqui de erroribus schizophrenicis meis! de morte, sexus an utroque futurum est? Suspicor te futurum fuisse ut ante legerem ut videam.

[thelonelyme]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨

1075 "[...] Nam certe purast sanis magis inde voluptas

quam miseris. Etenim potiundi tempore in ipso

fluctuant incertis erroribus ardor amantum

nec constat quid primum oculis manibusque fruantur.

Quod periere, premunt arte faciuntque dolorem

1080 corporis et dentis inlidunt saepe labellis

osculaque adfligunt, quia non est pura voluptas

et stimuli subsunt qui instigant laedere id ipsum

quodcumque est, rabies unde illaec germina surgunt.

Sed levior poenas frangit Venus inter amorem

1085 blandaque refrenat morsus admixta voluptas."

...

1075 "[...] Voluptuousness is more clear to the wise than to the foolish wretches.

In fact, right at the moment of full possession,

the ardor of lovers fluctuates in uncertain waves

who do not know what to first enjoy with their eyes and hands.

They press tight the creature they desire, inflict pain

1080 to her body, and often bite the tender lips to blood,

they nail her with kisses, for pleasure is not pure,

and there are dark impulses that push to tear the object,

whatever it is, from which the germs of that fury arise.

It hardly attenuates the torment Venus in the act of love,

1085 mitigates the bite, to which it is mixed, the joy of the senses."

Titus Lucretius Carus, vv. 1075-1085, De Rerum Natura IV liber.

[allgeekthings]

Unmasked: Anonymous Finally Reveal their True Identities

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[nexonorte]

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In the rapidly expanding concrete jungles of the modern world, urban green spaces—parks, gardens, and tree-lined streets—are becoming more vital than ever. These areas provide city dwellers with a much-needed respite from the fast-paced urban environment, offering places for relaxation, recreation, and connection with nature. Beyond their aesthetic appeal, green spaces play a critical role in…

[mercuriicultores]

Lucretius – De rerum natura, IV, 1058-1120: «Volnus caecus»

— Haec Venus est nobis; hinc autemst nomen Amoris, hinc illaec primum Veneris dulcedinis in cor stillavit gutta et successit frigida cura; nam si abest quod ames, praesto simulacra tamen sunt illius et nomen dulce obversatur ad auris.

sed fugitare decet simulacra et pabula amoris absterrere sibi atque alio convertere mentem et iacere umorem coniectum in corpora quaeque nec retinere semel conversum unius amore et servare sibi curam certumque dolorem; ulcus enim vivescit et inveterascit alendo inque dies gliscit furor atque aerumna gravescit, si non prima novis conturbes volnera plagis volgivagaque vagus Venere ante recentia cures aut alio possis animi traducere motus. Nec Veneris fructu caret is qui vitat amorem, sed potius quae sunt sine poena commoda sumit; nam certe purast sanis magis inde voluptas quam miseris; etenim potiundi tempore in ipso fluctuat incertis erroribus ardor amantum nec constat quid primum oculis manibusque fruantur. quod petiere, premunt arte faciuntque dolorem corporis et dentes inlidunt saepe labellis osculaque adfigunt, quia non est pura voluptas et stimuli subsunt, qui instigant laedere id ipsum, quod cumque est, rabies unde illaec germina surgunt. sed leviter poenas frangit Venus inter amorem blandaque refrenat morsus admixta voluptas. namque in eo spes est, unde est ardoris origo, restingui quoque posse ab eodem corpore flammam. quod fieri contra totum natura repugnat; unaque res haec est, cuius quam plurima habemus, tam magis ardescit dira cuppedine pectus. nam cibus atque umor membris adsumitur intus; quae quoniam certas possunt obsidere partis, hoc facile expletur laticum frugumque cupido. ex hominis vero facie pulchroque colore nil datur in corpus praeter simulacra fruendum tenvia; quae vento spes raptast saepe misella. ut bibere in somnis sitiens quom quaerit et umor non datur, ardorem qui membris stinguere possit, sed laticum simulacra petit frustraque laborat in medioque sitit torrenti flumine potans, sic in amore Venus simulacris ludit amantis, nec satiare queunt spectando corpora coram nec manibus quicquam teneris abradere membris possunt errantes incerti corpore toto. denique cum membris conlatis flore fruuntur aetatis, iam cum praesagit gaudia corpus atque in eost Venus ut muliebria conserat arva, adfigunt avide corpus iunguntque salivas oris et inspirant pressantes dentibus ora, ne quiquam, quoniam nihil inde abradere possunt nec penetrare et abire in corpus corpore toto; nam facere inter dum velle et certare videntur. usque adeo cupide in Veneris compagibus haerent, membra voluptatis dum vi labefacta liquescunt. tandem ubi se erupit nervis coniecta cupido, parva fit ardoris violenti pausa parumper. inde redit rabies eadem et furor ille revisit, cum sibi quod cupiant ipsi contingere quaerunt, nec reperire malum id possunt quae machina vincat. usque adeo incerti tabescunt volnere caeco.

[HIS] Al poseerse, los amantes dudan. No saben ordenar sus deseos. Se estrechan con violencia, se hacen sufrir, se muerden con los dientes los labios, con caricias y besos se martirizan. Y ello porque no es puro su placer, porque un oculto aguijón los impulsa a herir al ser amado, a destruir la causa de su dolorosa pasión. Y es que el amor espera siempre que el mismo objeto que encendió la llama que lo devora, sea capaz de sofocarla. Pero no es así. No. Cuanto más poseemos, más arde nuestro pecho y más se consume. Los alimentos sólidos, las bebidas que nos permiten seguir vivos, ocupan sitios fijos en nuestro cuerpo una vez ingeridos, y así es fácil apagar el deseo de beber y comer. Pero de un bello rostro, de una piel suave, nada se deposita en nuestro cuerpo, nada llega a entrar en nosotros salvo imágenes, impalpables y vanos simulacros, miserable esperanza que muy pronto se desvanece. Semejantes al hombre que, en sueños, quiere apagar su sed y no encuentra agua para extinguirla, y persigue simulacros de manantiales, y se fatiga en vano, y permanece sediento, y sufre viendo que el río que parece estar a su alcance huye y huye más lejos, así son los amantes, juguetes en el amor de los simulacros de Venus. No basta la visión del cuerpo deseado para satisfacerlos, ni siquiera la posesión, pues nunca logran desprender ni un ápice de esas graciosas formas sobre las que discurren, vagabundas y erráticas, sus caricias. Al fin, cuando, los miembros pegados saborean la flor de su placer, piensan que su pasión será colmada, y estrechan codiciosamente el cuerpo de su amante, mezclando aliento y saliva, con los dientes contra su boca, con los ojos inundando sus ojos, y se abrazan una y mil veces hasta hacerse daño. Pero todo es inútil, vano esfuerzo, porque no pueden robar nada de ese cuerpo que abrazan, ni penetrarse y confundirse enteramente cuerpo con cuerpo, que es lo único que verdaderamente desean: tanta pasión inútil ponen en adherirse a los lazos de Venus, mientras sus miembros parecen confundirse, rendidos por el placer. Y después, cuando ya el deseo, condensado en sus venas, ha desaparecido, el fuego interrumpe su llama por un instante, y luego vuelve un nuevo acceso de furor y renace la hoguera con más vigor que antes. Y es que ellos mismos saben que no saben lo que desean, y, al mismo tiempo, buscan cómo saciar ese deseo que los consume, sin que puedan hallar remedio para su enfermedad mortal: hasta tal punto ignoran dónde se oculta la secreta herida que los corroe.

[govie28]

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[miguelmontistudio]

Its time to change the web, one pixel at a time

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[kimabutch]

Some thoughts about Sasha’s letter, because no one stopped me. 

Alright, mates.

Sorry about the erroribus. It’s been so long that you all speak Latin in my dreams. But you know I wasn’t all that good in English to start.

The phrase “you all speak Latin in my dreams” is forever going to be written in my heart — it’s a beautiful, simple way of saying how much she still thinks about them, decades later, these people she knew for a month at most. There’s something sad about it, the implication that maybe it’s not their voices exactly she hears in her dreams, it’s been so long since she heard them speak, but I think she’s okay with that. Her memories of them are intertwined with her life now. 

I got no proof you made it back, but I believe you did. I believe that you’re okay, somewhere. I am. 

What stands out to me so much throughout this letter is the hope. The faith that Azu and Hamid got back. The trust that the letter will get to them, over a thousand years later. The belief that Grizzop is happy and that she’ll get to see them all someday. Sasha didn’t really believe in good news, before. Her excitement for exploring the world was balanced by her cynicism. Now, she’s seen so much of the world, good and bad, and she’s hopeful. I’m so glad she got to that point. It gives me hope, too.

We landed back in Rome right when it was falling apart. There was fights. Grizzop took a spear that was meant for me, and then he took more. I light candles for him at the temple every year. They tell me that he’s happy somewhere on a Celestial Hunt and I believe that, too.

Words cannot describe how relieved I am that Sasha had help in finding closure for Grizzop, that she managed to talk to the Cult of Artemis/Diana and hear from someone that he was happy. There’s so much between the lines here, such a big space between his death and her lighting of candles for him, so much that Sasha would have had to process in losing her last connection to home, in having someone else die. But she wasn’t alone this time.

After everything was destroyed by the dragons, I found a home and a friend. So much was ruined and a lot of people was also lost, and so we took them in, too. Some of them was so small that they didn’t have names or they couldn’t remember them. But they’ve grown up now.

Azu is my best locksmith. Grizzop turned out all calm and quiet. He loves plants and growing living things. Cleric of Opis. I hope other Grizzop would be ok with that. Amidus used to help me out with the business side of our security work but he’s busy with his own twins now. They’re exactly your height now Hamid and they call me Ava. No one here could pronounce ‘Zolf’. We ended up calling him Sagax. Has excellens knife work when he’s not busy arguing. I think they’d get on. Little Wilde has caused me so many headaches you would not believe. Bertus teaches the kids acrobatics now that I’m getting too stiff. I wish so much that you could meet them.

Sasha was never good at speaking directly about her emotions; she was always better at showing people how she felt. And here, she doesn’t say “I love you,” or “you are my family,” or “you helped me when I was lost and alone.” Instead, she shows them — shows them how much her friends meant to her, shows them that she built with her adopted children what her friends gave to her. 

And the small images that this conjures up are just beautiful; Sasha’s audible pride in little Azu; Sasha teasing Grizzop for how different he is from his namesake and Wilde for how similar he is; Sasha smiling when she heard Amidus had had twins, just like Hamid’s siblings, and measuring their height against that of her old friend; trying to teach people how to say Zolf and finally giving up and figuring out a name that paid tribute to his wisdom; Sasha showing Bertus the falcon scar on her back. 

I also wish that they could meet them; I think all of their hearts would swell with pride for everything Sasha did and everyone she helped.

Sometimes you can’t save the world but you can save a person. I believe I’ll see you again and get to tell you that. Light a candle for Grizzop for me.

I’m also never going to be over “you can’t save the world but you can save a person.” I think it’s got a double meaning, sort of. 

On the one hand, I wonder if she’s talking about their mission, how she’s accepted that she couldn’t be there to take down the simulacrum with them and save the world she grew up in; she’s managed to save people where she is, and that’s what matters. 

But the second line makes me think she’s speaking to the guilt that she knows her friends must be facing. Reminding them that whatever happens in the world, they should know that they saved her. That Zolf and Hamid changed her life for the better when they looked out for her in that alleyway in London; that Hamid, Azu, and Wilde saved her by helping her heal in Cairo; that all of them gave her hope and love when she was so alone. That she’s taken care of other people now, and she’s let other people take care of her, and she knows how important that is, even if it’s just for one person.

And then there’s a third thing that Sasha wouldn’t have known about. When her friends saved her, just one person, they did save the world, because that one person went on to found the organization that’s now leading efforts against the infection. With every success of the Harlequins, that’s Sasha fighting alongside them. 

Thanks mates.

Whosaskinus “Sasha” Lolomg

It means so much that Sasha dropped “Rackett” in favour of one name that was truly hers and another that she shares with her mates. She lived her life free, on her own terms. I’m so, so proud of her. 

Thanks, Lydia, for the letter and for Sasha. 

[raspberryhell]

(Spoiler Warning for RQG 156)

made a lil edit of Sasha’s letter being read over No Choir, enjoy! :) audio transcript under the read more

Wilde, reading Sasha’s letter: Alright, mates. Sorry about the erroribus. It’s been so long that you all speak Latin in my dreams. But you know I wasn’t all that good in English to start. 

Song Lyrics: And it’s hard to write about being happy ‘Cause the older I get I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject

Sasha, speaking behind the next verse: I believe that you’re okay, somewhere. I am. We landed back in Rome right when it was falling apart.

Lyrics: There will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus could come in About two people sitting doing nothing

Sasha, speaking behind the next verse: There was fights. Grizzop took a spear that was meant for me. I light candles for him at the temple every year. They tell me that he’s happy somewhere on a Celestial Hunt and I believe that, too.

Lyrics: But I must confess I did it all for myself I gathered you here To hide from some vast unnameable fear

But the loneliness never left me I always took it with me But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written It will be entirely forgotten And if tomorrow it’s all over At least we had it for a moment Oh darling things seem so unstable But for a moment we were able to be still

Sasha, over the instrumentals: After everything was destroyed by the dragons, I found a home and a friend. So much was ruined and a lot of people was also lost, and so we took them in, too. Some of them was so small that they didn’t have names or they couldn’t remember them. But they’ve grown up now.

Lyrics: And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written This will be entirely forgotten

Sasha: I wish so much that you could meet them. Sometimes you can’t save the world but you can save a person.

(The singer finishes the song with several “La Da Da Dada”s as the music fades out) 

Sasha: I believe I’ll see you again and get to tell you that. Light a candle for Grizzop for me. Thanks mates, Whosaskinus “Sasha” Lolomg.

[ereri-lost-and-found]

May I ask for some hurt Levi fics?

Here you go~

Purple Skies and Lilac Eyes by Erroribus (Vulgarwords)

(Rated E, 7,297 words, oneshot, complete)

When Levi injures himself during a recent expedition Eren is forced to accompany him back to base, an abandoned castle that has been repaired by the regiment, where he takes care of him (In more ways than one)

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Malfunction by GenesisPhoenixDragon

(Rated T, 2,967 words, oneshot, complete)

When ODM gear malfunctions no one thought this was going to be the result.

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Whiplash by wanderingwalmartconfused

(Rated E, 5,083 words, oneshot, complete)

Eren lets his eyes flutter shut as he awkwardly leans over Levi. He can't bring himself to move as he listens to the almost hypnotic, steady beat of Levi's heart. Alive. He's alive.

Levi gets injured during a recon mission and Eren has to deal with his emotions.

[could-be-calliope]

2, 15, 19?? :)

ooh thank you for asking!

2 - What has been your favourite relationship to see (well, hear) develop? This feels like a spectacularly predictable answer from me, but Zolf and Sasha bein' buddies. There was something about how they knew each other for only a few weeks but that connection clicked into place so fast. I don't even want to get into the recent stuff about how much the cast loved that relationship too.

15 - Which moments have genuinely made you cry? Oof, that has to be Sasha's letter. It was odd, because the concept of a letter from Sasha showing up had been so popular in fan theory and fanfic, but actually listening to Lydia read it out just demolished me. I generally make it through "Hello mates. Sorry for the erroribus, but it's been so long that you all speak Latin in my dreams" before I'm crying. Ugh.

19 - Can you try to put into words the crushing nostalgia you now feel when you think back to the prologue episodes, and how you felt listening to them for the first time vs how that would feel now? I think my favourite thing about actual play as a genre is the balance between in-universe and out-of-universe story. Hearing the cast goof around out of character is quite literally the thing that got me through the parts of the pandemic where i couldn't see any of my friends for about a year. So when I listen to the prologue episodes, especially now, it's so obvious to me how new the cast was. It wasn't until later Q&As that I heard about Ben "Just some guy" Meredith rocking up and no one knowing him, but it's SO clear in current episodes that the cast genuinely enjoy playing this game together. Sure, the actual gameplay has gotten smoother, but the thing that crushes me is how close the cast is.

This is for the RQG Retrospective Ask Game!

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

C₉H₁₃NO₃

C₉H₁₃NO₃ by Erroribus

post-trau·mat·ic stress dis·or·der noun

A condition of persistent mental and emotional stress occurring as a result of injury or severe psychological shock, typically involving disturbance of sleep and constant vivid recall of the experience, with dulled responses to others and to the outside world.

Katsuki is not fine.

Words: 1148, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30781115

[allgeekthings]

New study suggests laptops are smaller than most desktops

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[nexonorte]

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[staybio]

A smile is the best makeup any girl can wear

A smile is the best makeup any girl can wear

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[the-ipre]

Azu Week Day 5: Lost/Found

[id: a digital drawing of Azu, Hamid, and Sasha from Rusty Quill Gaming. Azu is a Black orcish woman with close-cropped hair, and she is wearing a pink robe. Hamid is a brown-skinned Egyptian halfling man with short curly hair, and he is wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and burgundy pants. Sasha is a white woman shown from the torso down, wearing a leather jacket, dark pants, and a thigh sheath for a dagger. Azu looks forward with shock, holding Hamid to her chest as he cries, and Sasha is ghostly with one hand resting on Azu’s shoulder. In the foreground is a torn letter reading “Alright mates, Sorry about the erroribus. It’s been so long you all speak Latin in my dreams. But you know I wasn’t all” before being cut off. /end id]