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Nothing more irritating than narrow-minded people who wish to pretend they are knowledgeable intellectuals.
#this is about my father fyi#if he ever read something that doesn't come from people who share his biases he would die instantly i fear#like he wants so badly to be perceived as knowledgeable but he is so blatantly ignorant (and willfully so!) about other stuff...#who are you performing for. not your sons not your wife. bc we all are more naturally curious and culture oriented than you?#i feel i should remind him more often that one time he couldn't wrap his mind around the cyrillic alphabet descending from...#...the greek one and not the latin#yeah. that's his goddamn level. i don't know what to call it. latin-centric???#also god forbid he adopt something other than black and white thinking and admit spain did commit atrocities in the colonial era!#part of me thinks it's just his raging inferiority complex that is aggravated by the belated realisation that his...#...wife&kids are more culturally knowlegeadble than he is#like he feels like he should be as [pater familias] the most knowing. and he just. Isn't.#he needs to feel like he is teaching us something and he just can't#that's his tragedy. but he could at least be a little dignified about it.#anywayssss here ends my personal rant lol#me.txt
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Ok I understand why sparkling ocs are so popular designing one is addicting
Alt forms/ adult designs under the cut
So when he's littler he can be a Nissan atla, they're pretty cute, but reaching adulthood he'd be a Nissan big thumb, and getting a mod to have a trailer too.
Optimus only has a flat bed so Im doing the old reliable transformer design of putting stuff u don't know how to fit into the back. If he diddnt have a trailer, the bed sides could just be a part of his legs but he modded to have wings so he can get used to the weight distribution easier.
Big thumbs are 12 feet tall, G1 Optimus is a Freightliner making him also 12 feet, and G1 Ratchet is a Nissan cherry vanette, which are almost 6 feet (5"10 to be exact)
I thought that the big thumb would be a bit smaller then Optimus but damn, Ratchet is gonna have to deal with 2 giant trucks.
#sorry nothing silly today boys i have a project due for my robotics class funnily enough#me drawing ratchet constantly challenge: IMPOSSIBLE#its the horns I love them but my god am i not good at drawing them#i was thinking about when starscream gets revealed in accidental war criminal acquisition Ratchet goes to Optimus and is like “hey#want a way to guarentee a sparkling isnt a decepticon stuck as one? Get me pregnant.“#I can name the kid something latin and from the Greek mythos or i can name him wretch#uhh Cygnus Aux??#I just googled latin word for healing and chose a constellation close to orion#the third drawing is really rough#i wanted to keep oc stuff in one post haha#im not really an oc creating guy#transformers#ratchet#optimus prime#optiratch#optimus x ratchet#tf fanart#transformer oc#tf sparkling#implied mechpreg#transformers g1
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I stg if I see one more "Justice for medusa's TRUE story!" post I'm gonna kill someone.
(TW: Assault mention)
The medusa is assaulted by posidon then cursed by athena for being assaulted in her temple only appears in Ovid's Metamorphoses, which is written as a purposeful subversion of Greco-roman myths. most are reframed or rewritten from just kinda a thing that exists or a black and white moral tale of why you shouldn't be hubristic to full on tragedies on the part of the person often getting their comeuppance or the monster. Heck in book 13 we get a love story starring Polyphemus, the cyclops from the Odyssey.
In general mythology, Medusa is just another monster. Ovid revises the myth to turn it into a tragedy. I absolutely love ovid's work, he does so many clever things with the myths, but for the love of the gods its the furthest from the real version you can get
#And yeah obviously its greek mythology so theres no set canon and you can kind of pick and choose tellings#but Ovid's one isn't a tradition of belief its just literature#its damn good literature but in terms of religion its like claiming good omens is part of the christian canon#classics#ancient history#tagamemnon#ancient rome#greek mythology#medusa#ovid#latin literature#ancient greece#mythology
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all this pyrrhus talk got my thinking about that scene in the Aeneid where Andromache meets ascanius
#Vergil was EVIL for this one#And her giving him symbols of his culture as the last Trojan heir so he remembers his heritage#And then Trojan culture getting forcibly assimilated into the Latin (Roman) one at the end anyways?? Kill me#This woman has been THROUGH IT#andromache#ascanius#iulus#the aeneid#my art#roman myth#greek myth
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just found out that one of dr ratio’s idles is an apple falling on his head whilst he is deep in contemplation.
i know this is a jab at isaac newton and now he discovered gravity, but may i just raise:
since dr ratio is greco-roman inspired, an apple being thrown at someone in Ancient Greece is also a proposal or declaration of love. so the apple that fell on his head was actually because of me, not isaac newton, thank you and have a blessed day.
#i learnt this in my Latin class#fun fact i took latin and maybe one lesson of Ancient Greek#i do not remember anything from latin all you need to know is that cicero means chickpea#so there was an iconic roman politician fully named Cicero in the senate#anyways#earfsmercury
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vash the stampede sitting on the ground like a loser compilation
#if theres one thing i know how to draw its vash being pathetic#there are more of these im sure of it#but idk where they are#these are all school sketches by the way#if you cant tell already by the fact that theyre drawn in notebooks and have latin around them#latin and ancient greek#trigun#vash the stampede fanart#vash the stampede#trigun fanart#tri98#trigun 1998#eriks trigun#my art
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What's your favorite language?
Uhhhhhh
UHhhHhhhh
Latin?
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Etymology of Dinosaur names
Tyrannosaurus rex: Directly translates to 'king tyrant lizard'. Tyrannosaurus came from the Ancient Greek túrannos, meaning tyrant, and saûros, meaning lizard. Rex was borrowed from the Latin rex, meaning king.
Velociraptor: Directly translates to 'swift thief', from the Latin vēlōx, meaning swift, and raptor, meaning thief.
Stegosaurus: Directly translates to 'roof lizard', from the Ancient Greek stégos, meaning roof, and saûros.
Triceratops: Directly translates to 'three-horned face', came from New Latin, from the Ancient Greek treîs, meaning three, kéras, meaning horn and ṓps, meaning face.
Allosaurus: Directly translates to 'different lizard', from the Ancient Greek állos, meaning different or other, and saûros. This is because at the time of its discovery, the allosaurus was the only known dinosaur with concave vertebrae.
Spinosaurus: Directly translates to 'spine lizard', from the Latin spīna, meaning spine or thorn, and the Ancient Greek saûros.
Brachiosaurus: Directly translates to 'arm lizard', from brachio, meaning relating to the arm, from the Latin bracchium, meaning arm or limb. This is because its forelegs are unusually longer than its hindlegs.
Ankylosaurus: Directly translates to 'fused/bent lizard', from the Ancient Greek ankúlos, meaning crooked or bent, and saûros. This may be in reference to ankylosis, a condition in which bones fuse together, since the dinosaur has some rear ribs fused to its vertebrae.
Iguanodon: Directly translates to 'iguana tooth', from the Spanish iguana (iguana) and the Ancient Greek odṓn, meaning tooth. This is because of the resemblance of its teeth to those of an iguana.
And my personal favourite (it's just so cute!), Micropachycephalosaurus: Directly translates to 'small thick-headed lizard', from the Ancient Greek mikrós (small), pakhús (thick), kephalḗ (head) and saûros. It was originally described as a pachycephalosaur, hence the name, however it has since been re-identified as a member of the Ceratopsia, as it lacks the thick skull roof of the the pachycephalosaurs.
Feel free to suggest your favourite dinosaur and I'll research the etymology of it :)
#dinosaurs#linguistics#etymology#latin#ancient greek#dinosaurs were my special interest as a kid#and i just know that it could become one again if i let it
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Got to thinking today, about some cartoons I watched when I was a kid, called the Saints and Heroes collection( great stuff), and how it's all, y'know, saints! St. Bernadette! St. Francis Xavier! St. Nicholas! The Fatima story! Yeay! They're great 30 min. episodes for kids to learn a bit about catholicism's greatest saints! And in the heroes sections, they got Columbus: which is fine, they mainly focus on navigation and how he worked hard to achieve that level of education, lots of catholic stuff floating around in that one. They got Ben-Hur; classic jewish/early christian story, though not real, per se. Really good stuff. Great for christian kids.
Then we got the bloody ODYSSEY?!?!? Like, Greek pagan Odysseus running around the seas, killing monsters and suitors and tricking his way across the Mediterranean, all narrated by a Grandpa Owl?!? telling the story to his grandson owlet?!?! Very princess bride style... super weird in this context. None of the other films are narrated by animals. I'm not saying that kids shouldn't know the story of Odysseus, I'm just saying you can get serious whiplash watching chill saint movies for kids and then coming across The Odyssey, with no catholic connections, ( at least that's easily grasped by a child), getting thrown in the middle of the list and once you're done, brother you feel like you been in a fever dream. It's so bizarrely disconcertingly different in style to the rest of the films, too.
But at least they keep the fact that Odysseus 'slept around'( for lack of a better term), during those years at sea completely absent from the story. So it does have that in it's favour.
Still lots of fun to watch!
#ccc cartoons#catholic cartoons#christian cartoons#saint stories#the odyssey#odysseus#yes I use the greek version of his name not the latin one that they had in the cartoon I like it better#ben hur#wacky cartoons
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How do you feel about Marcille Dunmeshi probably being Fantasy Italian
It's great she is so milanese coded to me. Va' che workflow questo dungeon etc etc. The one character I can think of that would survive italian school canonically. 10/10
#anonymous#[.asks]#shes one of Those liceo classico students unfortunately... but i can forgive her for that#i think she'd help other students who are struggling with ancient greek or latin classes#ALSO. look up stereotypes for people who live in Milan. you need to know why i say she is Milanese fr
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i think if more people understood that latin is very much more than a language, and it’s practically a lifestyle, they would be so much more inclined to learn it. in this essay i will-
#genuinely want to make this a real essay/article if or when i get a journalism job one day#latin#greek#greek tumblr#classics#junior classical league#actually don’t really know if lifestyle is the right word#but ykwim#i’m also very tired#and just yappin#so yah#philosophy#ancient rome
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Letter from Duchess Ludovika in Bavaria to her niece, Countess Théodolinde of Württenberg (née Princess of Leuchtenberg):
Munich, 20 April, 1846
... I would not have thought of taking on a sub-governess, as I have an excellent nanny for the younger girls, with whom my Charles [Karl Theodor] is still with; but Hélène's character makes me wish to separate her from her sister Elise [Elisabeth]; without being mean, she has nevertheless influenced her sister, who is much gentler and of a very conscientious nature, but the elder one undermines her, and I am convinced that it is necessary to separate them as much as possible. My intention is: that the governess should manage the education, but so that she can take care of each one separately, I would like to take Mlle Richelle for fear of detouring from one to the other during this time. Also to take charge of French entirely, and to convey the lessons of M Zesage [?]. These are my intentions, but I can't make up my mind until I've heard back from the lady to whom I'd like to entrust my daughters. In the meantime I forgot to mention the reason for all these changes, which is that Miss Nembald is marrying Count Spreti, and will be leaving my daughters in the course of the summer! Thank God I always have good news from Louis [Ludwig Wilhelm], who is in such good hands! It's a great reassurance, and the 5 [children] I have left give me, as you can see, no shortage of work. For my Charles, I have the good fortune to have an excellent nanny capable of teaching him German, French, arithmetic etc. like a man, and who imposes more on him than a governor ever did on his brother, because he loves her very much - but it is not a small thing to rule this world! because other than that I have 2 teachers attached to our house who follow us on the campaign, one teacher of religion and the other, universal, for everything, because he teaches everything we can ask including Greek and Latin, for the boys and music. I kept him when Louis left, as he had only been with us for a few years. If he had had him earlier, he would have taken his education in a different direction, which would undoubtedly have been more successful...
#how did elisabeth became the wild child and helene the quite one in pop history howwww#anyway interesting letter because it shows ludovika was the one in charge of her kid's education#and it also shows it was a pretty conventional education for the time. note how greek and latin was only ''for the boys''#and also how the nanny can teach ''like a man'' because she *check's notes* knows maths#btw the letter was in french! this doesn't seem to have been usual for ludovika since all the other letters are written in german#with the exception of this and two others for theodoline. you can take a beauharnais out of france but not france out of a beauharnais#ludovika of bavaria duchess in bavaria#theodolinde of leuchtenberg countess of württenberg#empress elisabeth of austria#karl theodor duke in bavaria#helene in bavaria hereditary princess of thurn und taxis#duke ludwig wilhelm in bavaria#house of wittelsbach
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[Image 1 ID: A seven striped flag, its colors going as follows, ashen black, deep dark indigo, deep dark purple, purple, dark red, deep dark red, ashen black. There is a shadow around most of the flag, turning the stripes more a darker hue, except for a spotlight in the center, which contains an altered ashen black allion symbol. The the circle typically in the center of the symbol has changed to a Fibonacci spiral, and there are various lines throughout the six petals.]
[Image 2 ID: The same flag but without the shadow.]
[Image 3 ID: The same flag but without the shadow nor the symbol.]
Ephamousallion:
An allion term related to House of Leaves' use of love as consumption.
@radiomogai
#Ephamousallion#mogai#mogai coining#mogai orientation#allion#beyorientation#liom#liom coining#liom orientation#aelius coining#i am starting to get the feeling my interpretation of house of leaves is not the traditional one#etymology is éphagon + amor + domus. btw. had to break out the butchered latin (and greek) for this one sorry
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His bad leg hurt like hell. Perditus clenched his teeth hard enough for his hairs to begin standing on their ends as he pulled himself out of the wreckage of his Thornatus.
Such a mighty vehicle, reduced to a pile of scraps.
Ain't that the way things go.
He looked down: like some sort of badly cut bread, chunks of fake meat parted to reveal that blasted prosthetic bone he was bound to until his flesh would at last be rotting off of him, scratched and bent and still half melted in places - a cheeky last parting gift from Death after he'd paid the rest of his life to evade it.
The ground beneath him was hard, and rocky, and uncomfortable to crawl upon on all fours. He had no other choice, so the stone kept digging into the heels of his palms and he kept biting back groans.
Then he came.
He made no light, no sound, no nothing, but he had a wire pinned to Perditus's neck, a mental link that grew slack or taut like a puppet's string: and he felt it pull suddenly, and a splendid smile came to into his thoughts before he even turned to see it.
Velika stood. He was tall, like this, unburdened by the broken body he'd forcibly fit himself within for centuries. His back was straight, his hair was long; his eyes had a shine to them, almost mischievous, almost genial, a bright intelligence that made his gaze so innocent, as though he could not hurt even the most insignificant of ants.
Velika stood, like he'd stood before him on that horrible day, identical in every way down to the very clothes he wore, down to his very expression: he stood like'd stood back then, looking every bit divine.
Numb uncaring nihilism squirmed within Perditus.
It fought, it thrashed, it rebelled, it clawed and gnawed and punched and kicked, but its adversary was too great: his last shield was torn apart from within, its guts spilled across oval pupils.
"NO!"
Velika stood, smile dropped.
"NO!" Perditus barked again, scrambling away, pain suddenly an afterthought in the wake of animalistic fear: "NO! NO! NO!"
Velika stood, with eyes wide and still from the surprise.
"NO! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!"
His hand searched for purchase. It found only a sharp descent which teared into it, ripping its wet flesh apart, and then a long void.
Velika stood frozen and unblinking as the frightened eyes capsized, disappeared from sight, when the body was dragged down the ravine by gravity as the Glatorian still screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and then did not scream anymore.
Perditus laid at the bottom of the cliff, curled up in a strange and ugly pose, at the end of the long intermittent trail of his blood.
He gazed into the rock with the same impossible terror.
Velika stood, staring at his bent neck from so high above him with only a blank expression. Then he simply left, as suddenly as he'd come: with no light, no sound, no nothing.
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Gelu walked in: "Perditus is dead," he said gravely.
No reply came.
Then softly, very softly, Atakus spoke.
He said something, something indeed, but nobody understood it: his voice was too low, his breaths were too loud. He grasped his chest as he stumbled right into the wall - grasped at his frantically beating heart threatening to break his ribcage and rupture his lungs.
He walked out of the walls that had been his prison unhindered as no Agori nor Glatorian made any move to stop him. The Toa turned to look at them, confused by their paralysis, unsure what to do.
The Potori's escape was not a long one: his trembling limbs gave in as he fell on the sands, mere bio away from where he'd started.
A sound came out of his mouth.
And it rose, and it rose, and it rose, until it became a piercing wail.
From inside the small building, the others watched him. They watched him tear his armor off to beat his chest like a fury; they watched him grab at his wool and pull, pull, pull until it was torn off of him; they watched him fold in on himself, howling like a fox doomed to die in a forgotten rusted trap, as he he slammed his head into the ground over and over.
Raanu shot out an arm to block the Toa trying to reach the screaming thing: "Leave him," he murmured. "He'll be done soon."
"He's hurting himself," the artificial being replied, still puzzled, incapable of understanding, brilliant crystal eyes traveling between the elder and the sorry spectacle so close and yet so far from them, "He's hitting himself - what is happening? What is he doing?"
"He's mourning."
Atakus wailed.
He spoke his mother tongue, his old stone dialect, calling helplessly for many things at once - a mother, a brother, a cousin, a lover, a friend, a healer, a patron, a slave, a warrior, a saint... What could he do? What could he do? There was no wail for a gambler, no wail for a beggar. No wail for someone he could not define, and so his grief-stricken mind cobbled together everything, everything, every form and code he could remember.
A voice reached him eventually, after his chest was battered with bruises and his nails had half shaven his head: the words entered his ears and made a nest within, forgotten immediately - except for one.
He turned his head with wrathful crazed eyes and teeth bared: "FRIEND!" he repeated spitefully: "We were no friends!"
He stood fulminously once more with his dagger in hand, unable and unwilling to recognize who he was talking to, unfocused vision incapable of distinguishing materials or colors or armor designs from one another from within the spiraling throes of his madness.
"If we'd met in the War he would have blown my head open!" he shrieked. "He would have run me over until my bones were fine mist, and I would have done the same to him!"
Just as quickly as his rage had come, it submitted to invincible pain: Atakus shivered harshly, losing his grip on his weapon and twisting his face into a horrible grimace, and clutched again his chest with a horrid strangled cry.
"Oh Perditus, oh Perditus..." he sobbed softly between heaving breaths. He panted as he tried desperately to suck in as much air as he could while sinking to his knees; his teeth gnashed together once more, with his horizontal pupils turned upwards towards his spooked interlocutor lit by a frightening fire and his voice pitched high into a garbled growl: "You have no idea what it means...! To be a debtor for life...! To have each new breathing second be an inescapable fee...! To have every moment of your life stolen from your hands, because that is how you paid your survival...!"
A groan left him, foam building in his mouth, trickling from his lips. He sunk blunt nails into his chest before slamming his fists into the hole his faulty heart called home until it adhered to the rhythm of his furious beating, until this body that stifled him like a too warm blanket followed his orders and kept functioning without needing the appearance that blasted loaner of a god, without forcing him to renew that contract he'd signed so young and foolish and close to an anguishing death.
"You don't understand!" he wailed, "You will never understand!"
Something struck him. Something rattled along the drumming of his infernal organ and sparked a wrong connection in his nerves, setting them on fire, devouring part of his brain.
Uncomprehending eyes watched him grab at the air behind his nape with crazed purpose, bringing it to his mouth where his dull straight teeth bit down on it as though it were a wire: he thrashed around it, pulling with his hands and jerking his head back repeatedly, violently, snarling like a rabid beast and desperately trying to cut something that wasn't there.
"BESTIAL THING!" he growled and spat and hissed, "BLASTED GREEDY BASTARD! HORRIBLE, DIGUSTING, DAMNED--"
With a horrid shriek he jolted again: his jaw snapped open, his fists parted with a sudden motion, and he stumbled back panting as if he'd just lifted the sky back into place.
"I DEFY YOU!" he howled into the nothingness. "I DESERT YOU!"
He laughed, horrid and mirthless, for only a moment.
Then he crumbled upon himself, clutching his chest again with both hands, whimpering in anguish.
"Perditus, Perditus, oh, Perditus..." they heard him sob under his breath like a prayer when they approached him, to bring him back in so that his sputtering heart could rest: "Oh Perditus, giatí me áphēses, giatí me áphēses? Ḗmastan oi mónoi pou mporoúsame na kataláboume, oi mónoi… Oh, Perditus, giatí me áphēses, giatí me áphēses móno se autón ton tromaktikó kósmo?"
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"Perditus has died to evade me," Velika said with a blank expression.
Pohatu felt his heart stop for a moment.
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
"What?"
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
He stared into the Great Being's unmoving eyes.
"What sort of question is that?" he asked, appalled.
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
"He's dead," the once Toa ignored him. He held his disgustingly soft face in his hands, still shocked. He would not pretend he'd liked the man for what little he'd known of him, not after his trap had almost gotten Kiina and Kopaka injured and was the reason he'd accepted to be stuck amongst these infuriating gods to keep them from trying to kill his siblings and friends; but he had still been a sapient living being like the rest of them, and the way his end was spoken of made his flesh seize within him until his mouth tasted nauseous and his vision was swimming. "He's dead - Mata Nui... What happened to him?"
"He's died to evade me." Velika repeated once more, empty tone unchanged. "Do you think he's made a good choice?"
Patience depleted, Pohatu snapped: "What does that even mean?"
"Would you consider death a viable path to escape your situation?"
Their brown eyes mirrored each other as they both stared.
"How are you this crosswired when you have no wires to cross?" the once Toa asked back.
Velika's mouth opened: "Ah ah," he said without intention. The sound fell from his parted lips like change from a broken vending machine. "Would you consider death a viable path to escape your situation?"
He stood across him, blocking the door completely with his silhouette: his back was straight, his head held still.
Pohatu bolted further away from him, suddenly terribly frightened, hitting his spine hard against the wall: "What is wrong with you!" he cried out.
Velika remained perfectly still, a pillar of salt unmoved by any and all passions: "Would you consider death a viable-"
His hand startled.
The words died on Velika's tongue, and he widened his eyes. He looked down to his palm: his ring finger stood out, dislocated, as if it had been yanked or bent with great force.
A strange hissed whine left him.
His eyes (not as blank as before, alight with pain and something close to fear) settled back on the Toa with a snapping movement as he hurriedly held his injured appendix in its twin: "You'll answer later." he decided for him.
His clothes rustled like leaves caught in a temperamental wind as he walked away at a quick pace, relieving the doorframe of his terrifying presence - abandoning only the vague shape of his own afterimage there, like a large spot of darkened static lingering in the vision of one who has looked into the sun too long.
Pohatu waited, and waited, until the sound of his steps disappeared.
"There's something wrong with him," he murmured.
"I noticed," Takanuva tried to joke from his hiding spot as his armor slowly reflected the light in the room in a way that colored it white and gold once more.
But his older brother did not laugh, gazing past the door, still fearing the return of that unnatural empty voice, those unnatural empty eyes: "I mean it," he whispered, dead serious, thinking of Bohrok: "There's something wrong with him."
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shout-out to The End Of Hope by @bread-into-toast, which grabbed me by the fucking throat this evening and is the sole reason any of this got written. wonderful zine. delightfully unsettling. go read it.
#bionicle#perditus#velika#atakus#pohatu#random writing#car accident tw#death tw#blood tw#injury tw#suicide mention#part of my fukingggg organic'd au. yuppi. ahrygh#can mostly be read without checking out the rest of it tbh so dont worry. theres like a mention of pohatu being made of flesh but thats it#(vomits various ideas n hcs all at once) there they go#the stone dialect is conveyed by greek bc ive had bara magna glatorian use latin as their dialect but the skrall are from elsewhere#the translation of what atakus says is more or less this:#why did you leave me? why did you leave me? we were the only ones who could have understood; the only ones...#why did you leave me; why did you leave me alone in this terrible world?
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To follow up the full art, how about a full name?
#[for fun]#[identified]#ancient greek? ancient greek card?#i knew the hebrew one but just cuz one of my only mtg buddies is jewish#there's also latin arabic and sanskrit one-off promos from 2001#is there a reason for that?
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Worst part of having ocs you made when you were 12 that you still use: changing their names is like pulling teeth.
Wanting to experiment with name meanings or what culture they're from feels impossible when you already have certain sounds associated with them...
#mascon and caldera were named that bc i loved the names as names for siblings since taking an astronomy class in middle school#ameba used to be an ameba boy so I tried to make ame stick.. and I think i just liked the name tsuki in middle school...#this all sucks because the four have increasingly become more and more Chinese over the years..#((at least with mascon and caldera they are second generation immigrants. they both have moon inspired names so they might be easier))#((ame and tsuki tho?? they're plant humanoid experiments. they'd have to be named something for a /reason/ by their creators))#might just bite the bullet one day and pay someone to help me name them#((maybe because i care a lot about name sounds and meanings.. it is a lot easier for me when i only have to look at latin or greek rootword#me being able to write 5 essays on Vera's name meaning meanwhile the name 'deci' gets cricket noises
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