#Mellified Man
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darksilvania · 2 years ago
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Fakemon Challenge #9 - BEEKREEPER (Ghost) The Honeyman pokemon
This pokemon is based on the "Mellified Man", also known as the "Human Mummy Confection", a supposed medicinal honey made from a human corpse that was said to cure any illness or wound, and also medieval Beekeepers
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This pokemon creates honey by consuming the meat of other pokemons, this give the honey on its body weird and powerful properties, however it needs to be processed and purified before it can be used on humans. However this honey in its natural form is said to attract a very specific type of pokemon.
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wikiweird · 2 years ago
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Mellified Man
The "Mellified Man" article describes a unique and bizarre practice that reportedly occurred in ancient China and was documented by the Arabic physician and writer, Ibn al-Nafis. According to the account, elderly men in certain remote communities would volunteer to undergo a special process after their death to transform themselves into a medicinal substance known as "mellified man."
The process involved the individual consuming only honey until death. After their passing, their body would be sealed in a honey-filled coffin for a period of approximately 100 years. The resulting honey, said to have healing properties, would be used as medicine or as an ingredient in medical treatments.
The article discusses the historical context and cultural beliefs surrounding the mellified man practice, which was considered a self-sacrificial act for the betterment of society. It highlights the rarity of documented cases and notes that the authenticity and extent of this practice remain a subject of debate among scholars.
Please note that the concept of the mellified man is considered unusual and falls outside the realm of conventional medical practices. It represents a unique cultural belief and historical phenomenon that may be viewed as strange or unconventional from a contemporary perspective.
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lemondemonpickuplines · 2 years ago
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even without the honey, you're my panacea
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antisocial-transfag · 2 years ago
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we steeped your boyfriend in honey. yeah hes a medicinal mummy confection now.sorry
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thethingything · 2 years ago
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moochilatv · 5 months ago
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Mellified Man presents: Berlin wall
The song gives a story about the end of the ww2 and the divide of Germany from west to east but most importantly, Berlin. When Berlin Wall was built, it was officially divided. Therefore tensions rose more during that period of time.
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Mellifield Man is an anonymous musician based in Sweden
"An aspiring producer with roots from Sweden, making soundscape meaningful and lyrically abstract as possible. Inspired by musicians and band from genres like gothic rock, post punk, new wave, electro-industrial, trip hop, neopsychedelia, indie pop as well as punk rock. Synthesisers as well as drum machines are my main instruments, at times vocals too. Welcome to my dark soundscape" Mellifield Man.
Berlin Wall:
You will hear a voice throughout, it's like a spoken word and feets with the song perfectly.
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wjbs-aus · 11 months ago
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Ok wait I'm curious
For those who don't know (warning: very gross, also cannibalism)
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“Exactly what are we doing here, Marjorie?” Nettie untangled her dress from a shrub, pushing thick spectacles back on her nose. “Why, I’m showing you that face cream you asked me about,” Marjorie said. Her skin glistened in the moonlight. She looked thirty years younger. “I thought you made it at home with honey.” “Honey’s just how I preserve it, silly.”
They ventured deeper into the forest. Nettie felt lost. Then, in a clearing, they saw it. Gray, large-headed, lost in peaceful contemplation. Marjorie pressed a knife in Nettie’s hands. “Now, don’t be all squeamish, dear. Beauty has its price.”
(via The Mellified Man)
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alexanderpearce · 9 months ago
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thinking about him
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dhmis-autism · 2 years ago
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hi hello here’s a horrid concept for you all that has been haunting me for weeks. the idea of this as a fluffybird song ok goodnight
[logs out immidiately]
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inoppositionflorien · 6 months ago
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People sure like making historical facts up and assuming they're true.
"Yeah people totally ate mummies" in particular pops up in dozens of forms, from the very straightforward ones (people ate mummies for medical reasons) to more elaborate ones like the mellified man ones (there was this elaborate practice that involved ritual self-sacrifice via honey and mummification via honey. Which people then ate for medical reasons.) and none of them are true. This just wasn't a thing that happened in any notable quantities! Someone remembered history wrong and that wrong-remembering got told to you.
Mummies got looted often, this was standard practice for quite literally millennia, everyone loves a good graverobbing. (Though of course the ottomans, the semi-independent egyptian government nominally under the ottomans but-not-really, and later british each took turns amplifying and ultimately finishing off the graverobbing as the ability to find the surviving tombs improved.) But eating them was not a thing people did really.
This isn't the only fact someone made up and then just sort of got repeated a bunch, obviously, but this is the one I'm thinking of at this precise moment.
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joen-lenawley · 1 month ago
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this night cream contains honey and I smell like the mellified man Neil Cicierega sings about
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lemondemonpickuplines · 4 months ago
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can i be your mellified man. Whenever I’m with you I’m covered in honey
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lizbethborden · 2 months ago
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Cool
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mmmmalo · 11 months ago
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Unsure where to locate the limit on politicized reevaluations of the story.
Like if Meat/Candy is a false dichotomy pointing to mellified mummies, and those are posed as an archetype of colonial extraction (which in turn problematizes how Sburb players draw gusher-grist from dead enemies in a world they've invaded as they construct massive oil derricks), can a cherubic dichotomy like Conquest/Sacrifice be reconciled a similar basis? I'm wondering if the topic of suicide bombing is broached, I guess, within Homestuck's apparent interest in posing the Terrorist against the Colonist. The use of the severed head as a symbol of "psychic colonialism" already associates suicide and terror in its own way... and I suppose occasionally the severed head becomes a bomb? Union Jack's severed head blew up Dirk's planet, and we made some decent headway parsing Jake's head trauma as nuke symbolism, as though someone keeps threatening to split the atom... thanks to Hiveswap I was inclined to parse nuclear motifs in the context of Cold War anxieties but I suppose there's room for overlap...
The thing about bombs in Homestuck is that they catastrophize the clash of civilizations, or whatever: brown liquid explodes from the pink can in faux-horror of race mixing. John's apple, the first atom split and the emblem of the Fall of Man, is the product of cruxite (the Christian) being degraded by the totem lathe (primitive speech -- I take lathe as short for lather, continuing the story's use of bubbles to demean speech). So at a certain point, as long as you frame the narrative as emulating a sense of a culture under attack, it's pretty hard to lose. I want the precision though...
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samuhelll · 4 months ago
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@escapedartgeek asked: 018. an otherwise empty parking lot . 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 (accepting)
When Sam kisses, it’s with hands on both shoulders. A quarter to ten, overcast, the parking lot of a deserted rail station, his chosen mise-en-scène that sprouts crabgrass through cracks in the asphalt and the moon a winking cat’s eye. The man goes limp and Sam’s embalmed in a warm amber syrup of rising entropy. Sam mellified in the souls of the dead. 
Shoes scuffle asphalt. A shadow stretches over the ground.
“Zoe. Hey.” He said it with a strange, out-of-place smile, the words choppy. “Caught me during business hours.”
The man leans dead against his chest, hair lifting in the wind. Sam looks like a djinn. “Listen— Went out like a light, pain-free,” he says, crucially, “guaranteed. Just call me Mr. Sandman ’cause— Wow.” The man slumps, Sam smiling. “Let me tell you. Like taking Nyquil.”
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