#and the last of the species

[shiplikemyhelmet]

What were the chozo like? Any cultural beliefs or habits you still follow from them?

"The ones that raised me where the elders of their tribe, a spartan breed that, save for those that followed General Raven Beak, were dying. Their part of the tribe had been abandoned after the Thoha were slain. The younger of their tribe viewed them as soft-hearted heretics. They were the old guard, worshipers of the War God, sure, but they embodied Her more noble aspects. Our patron diety, or what you would call a 'goddess' is called Mata Ruda, from which the word Mathroid, and it's Standard Translation Metroid are derived. I still revere her, or at least, the version of her the elders spoke of. She embodies not only matrial prowess, but nobility, wisdom, and compassion for the innocent. It shames me to see Her name abused!"

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[z00lea]

lonely

[barghest-land]

fieldbook (mostly this year): expedition sketches. different places and seasons

[its-captain-sir]

Hello turtle fans I come bearing gifts <3 as a spiritual successor to the dinosaur ones from last year, I've made turtle valentines!! feel free to use as you please!!!! :)

Bonus:

[puppyeared]

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄🎩

[howlsnteeth]

and are you really okay? are you really okay?

[muffinlance]

druk gets into zukos coffee supply

"Uncle."

Uncle raised his tea cup to his lips.

"Uncle, how did he get in."

Uncle took the most delicate of sips.

"Uncle I am not turning another storeroom into tea storage."

"How unfortunate to waste the space," said Uncle. "After all, it is quite hard to keep a dragon out once they have acquired the taste!"

"Uncle."

[rossary-of-the-rose]

Sherlockians, my people, I summon thee.

Prove to me that we are not a dead race, that I am not the only one left. Prove to me that there is still hope in this cruel, cold world. Prove to me that our cause is still one worth fighting for.

We are lovers of a great masterpiece. Enjoyers of a perfect art. Our ruler is one of emotion, comedy, tragedy, and suppressed gayness. With us gone, who would still be left to worship it?

I know it is still worth fighting for. Every time I lay eyes on it, my heart warms and I am young and free once again. Every time I see a statement from a long dead Sherlockian, it brings tears to my eyes. They make me so happy, and yet so sad, for if we truly are an extinct species then a part of me that I love and revere will be gone forever. Please, show me that it is not true. Reassure me that we are still alive...

I miss you.

[unsanctitude]

⭕⬅😨THE SQUEEMERRRRRRR

[tuktukpodfics]

Thinking about how underrated the Foggy Swamp Tribe was in Avatar.

In the show they’re mostly played for laughs. They don’t wear pants, they have thick accents, they don’t seem to know much about the Northern and Southern Water Tribes. But they're a lot wiser than they're given credit for. Not to mention they're big dang heroes.

The Banyan-grove tree

Philosophically, the swamp is fascinating. Their home is centered around a banyan-grove tree, a cross between a mangrove and a banyan—two trees symbolizing life and death.

Mangrove trees are the nurseries of the ocean. Sea life migrates to mangrove forests to lay eggs in the protection of their murky root systems. Bato may look down on the swamp people and make a snide comment about them not wearing pants, but the swamp people are the stewards of ocean life.

Banyan trees are trees of death. The banyan is a parasitic plant that grows by latching onto another host plant, eventually choking the host to death. Banyan figs are also pollinated through death. Wasps crawl into the immature fig, lay their eggs, and die inside it.

So this tree needs death in order to live. And it can’t provide shelter and food for animals without the death of other animals. You can see how this cycle of life and death is reflected in their worldview—which is completely ride or die.

Everything is connected.

The first thing they do once the gaang stops attacking them is call them kin. They bring them home and treat them like family. And I think the swamp people really do see them that way.

They could have comfortably sat out the war. They didn’t. The war might not have affected them personally, but they still felt responsibility to help.

Death is an illusion. 

They’re not even scared on the Day of Black Sun. They don’t seem afraid of death at all. They keep cat-gators as pets! For fun! Katara and Sokka are distraught by the visions of dead loved ones they see in the swamp gas. The swamp people live in the swamp gas all the time. Death is all around and they do. not. care. In fact, they embrace it, treat it like a normal, necessary part of life.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the swamp people after the Day of Black Sun. They surrendered along with the other adults, buying the children time to flee. The swamp people have their own section in the crowd at Zuko’s coronation, so presumably they were released. But released from where? Were they locked in a prison for water benders like the horrific one Hama was imprisoned in? What happened to them in Legend of Korra when Kuvira harvested the banyan-grove’s vines? Where was their kin when they needed help?

[sonknuxadow]

anybody else ever think about how knuckles and shadow are both the last of their kind but how they ended up in that situation and their feelings surrounding it are completely different. idk i just think its interesting

[sorrcha]

garter snake & rhododendron

[0xeyedaisy]

Express doodles be upon ye

[koegama]

Hanasei cuisine

Trying out a new format with these lore dumps, ft a bit of Hanasei cuisine! Its all meat folks

[pulledrounder]

Mitski, "I'm Your Man" // Donna Haraway, The Companion Species Manifesto: Dogs, People, and Significant Otherness // Andrew Kane, "How to Be a Dog" // // Soccer Mommy, Your Dog // "this is the last time i beg for devotion" by violenttradwife // Anne Carson, Preface to Hekabe from Grief Lessons