#are forefathers if u will

[sun-lit-goth]

I kinda love the little edgelord photo blogs on here, their like a subspecies of tumblr users, like the Neanderthal to the homosapien

[its-stupidhours]

wild disclaimer bc I feel like I've been lax about it recently: I don't actually think these guys are gay irl. like,, smallcrow will never actually happen. I know that. there very much are platonic explanations for everything that I just choose not to focus on bc it's fun to write silly little gay fics for the fellow weirdos in my phone. but I'm not actually serious about the romantic speculation, I just like thinking about alternate universes. peace and love <3

[heaven-dope]

ffxiv community is a fucking cesspool. god forbid some people are wary and nervous about an expansion about traveling to the NEW WORLD

[redkoi1]

"You guys ever heard of--" jk

@OrochimaruSearchResults

[ran out of hashtags] "How can I be more sensitive?" like that! #babysteps #paceYourselves

#TheRodOfFuckTheNonsense #WhetherYouConnectTheDotsOrNotIsTrulyNotMyProblem

["There's not a whole lot I could do, especially when everyone was against me"] it's church up in this b!tch #pedophilia #solved #questionMark

I'm really not going to sugar-coat this. This is going to blow your mind-ussies wide fvcking open in terms of belief. We as humans were created for sex-slavery and perpetual warfare to entertain a runaway extra-terrestrial civilization. Pedophilia now has two sides of a coin. There's those who just want their innocen-- mb, there's those who just want their innocence back, and there's those who use the young and youthful for energetic vamprism because they age rapidly due to not having Christ within their souls. In other words, they steal chakra. They abuse and harm for the 'agenda's' continuation to keep us enslaved, confused and dumbed down. #frameSkipping #mb Which is why I "thump the Bible" so hard. Because Christ Jesus is supposed to be the last sacrifice. That's why vmapires (typo lolz) aren't in the Bible. Because they can just use Jesus's blood. #InvokeTheBloodOfChristJesus #it'sSanguine 🥴#weAreAllChildrenOfGod there are so many consequences to the human body for engaging in any form of cannibalism. So for Christians during their #Communion, they eat crackers and drink wine as a substitute. "This is my body, and this is my blood." https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sumer_anunnaki/anunnaki/anu_49.htm

#BHOCOLATEBHIPBOOKIES

apologize to God/Creator/Source. i literally can't take things personally. ramps up my psychoticism. it'll make me feel better anyways.

[starrletnight]

oooo you wanna draw seb if he was a sky krill so baddd ooooooo....... (hii i love your art and sky x pressure au so much :3)

HII SHARK *WAVES

dont deep call near him pleek hes got anger issues and also hates u (something something Vague Sky Lore something Sins Of Forefathers something)

[ouroborosorder]

Hi! As someone newer to ak, I would actually really love a “rawest Ak lines” list if u don’t mind sharing!

Okay so if I *did* run this, I would have to crowdsource some, because I haven't read everything, and I don't always remember to update my document when I do read shit. So my list is extremely biased, extremely incomplete, and very all over the fucking place. Do not take this as a comprehensive list, but rather just some of my favorites:

Patriot: "Rhodes Island. I will advance." A classic. A legend. A salsa that everyone at the table can enjoy.

Rosmontis: "You didn't want to die alone. You want to be remembered by me, and live on within me. But no. I came here just to watch you die. And now, I've forgotten you."

Eblana: "You'll remember me, shapeshifter. Your long and refractory memory will have chapters that belong to me." (not the official translation but I'm using this one because it goes SOOOO much harder)

Andoain: "I would rather be the torch that burns by the feet of those who are freezing to death. Even if its flame will soon be extinguished."

In game boss description text for Kristen Wright: Egotist. Betrayer. Seeker. Loner. Pioneer. Goodnight, Terra.

and of course, Woodrow: "May this bullet forgive what my heart cannot."

and then of course, Stultifera Navis, which has so many it was basically a contest to see who got the coolest line before the event ended. I have literally 8 lines in my notes document, my favorites being:

Irene: "You have not sinned in any way. The Holy Scriptures do not even mention your existence. Right now it is only I, as an Iberian, who is handing down this verdict. The scourge of the seas must be wiped out. You have no right to live. In the name of Iberia."

Carmen: “You, and your pathetic ideas, will be buried in Iberia. Before your last breath, be sure to pass on our thunderous roar to your kin. ‘The sea faces an ancient enemy called civilization, one you stand no chance of overcoming.'”

Captain Alfonso: “Remember this well, Irene! Return to land and sing the praises of Alfonso's feats! The last monster that Alfonso slew... was himself!”

Ulpianus: “If you care about the word of God, then so be it. The Seaborn are not gods, nor are their forefathers. I have seen how your gods die, their screams coursing through the currents, their flesh and blood smeared across abyssal ravines.”

I think for the sake of the hypothetical bracket, I'd probably want to limit it to one line per event before the entire thing is consumed entirely by just Stultifera Navis

[vixen-tech]

if you want to -- maybe AUTO with a botanist reader? i just think it'd be so interesting how it would play out !! u dont have to, so only do it if u want to!!

🩹 anon

To be Loved, To Maybe be Changed (Auto x Botanist!Reader)

Oh that certainly is a concept!! It's a great one for Auto to, this put an entire storyline in my head that I think justifies breaking out the oneshot format rather than headcanons. Which works out great because I think out of all the Ai's I've written for, he would need the most 'set up' from how not-sentient he's protrayed in Wall-E. Anyways grab a snack floks this is a long one

It had been many generations since the Axium returned home to earth. Humans, robots, and the all important plant finding themselves back on soil, populating the deserted planet once more.

Things have changed since then. The human body began readapting to earth's gravity, the majority of buildings around the landing site have been fixed up and inhabited, and most importantly: the city is covered in plants. Grasses sprout between broken walkways, invy weaves its way up repurposed skyscrapers, gardens spill out of every available alleyway, a gaint tree stands where that first plant took root all those centuries ago. Each year it seems the sky gets a little more blue.

The ever diversifying flora had captivated you ever since you first had the words to describe it. As soon as you had a say so, you began studying it. Dispite the flourishing growth, any sort of plant husbandry was still something of a lost art. You lived off of the ancient manuals and beginners guides that eventually made their way out of the Axium's archives.

Yet even those could only do so much for you when most of the crops that had evolved from that first seedling had taken forms a far cry from their original pre space-age forefathers. It became your life's mission to learn how to best take care of these new cultivars and of course, spread the knowledge (and hopefully passion) for botany that you had gained throughout your life.

That was what fueled your visits to the Axium. Still parked at the foot of that monumental tree, it had been transformed into something of a community center. With most of its facilities still running and new services offered everyday. You often came to drop off your experimental findings, teach classes, and check to see if other botanists had done the same. Why you began exploring the depths of the halls that one fateful day, you still don't know.

The spaceship was massive, clearly a crowning jewel of its time. To this day many rooms remained unused and largely blocked off. The bustle and warmth of public spaces giving way to dust and insect nests as you roam through areas no longer needed. Bathrooms too far from the people to warrant upkeep, storage rooms that were once filled with replacement parts for the robots that now walked side by side with humans. And at the end of your journey, the captain's quarters.

The door was practically sealed shut with age, and the room behind it was hardly any better. The air attacked you with a cloud of dust once you finally managed to shove open the door, and no matter how much you rubbed your eyes there still appeared to be an almost foggy looking quality to the room.

That's when you found Auto.

He was still dangling from the ceiling above a control panel you doubt still worked. You had seen and befriended many robots before, they were just as common as humans in the city nowadays with remarkably little tension between them. Recognizing that the innert steering wheel in front of you was once one, your heart ached. You were no mechanic, but surely you had to at least try to get him up and running again. What can you say, you were always a bit of a bleeding heart.

After carefully detaching him from the ceiling you carried what was essentially an inanimate hunk of metal all the way back home with you. People stared, sure, but they kept any questions or judgments to themselves as you made your way home.

Your residence was rustic, to say the least. A fairly rundown shack renovated into a makeshift greenhouse. Produce and flowering plants alike overflowed from their neat rows of pots on benches. Some were for you, more were to sell, all were part of research in one way or another.

You loved walking through your own little botanical garden to get to your living quarters. The moment you pass through the front doors you're always hit with a wave of earthy freshness. The smell of petrichor and pollen greeted you (and your new... friend?) just as it always did. Never once failing to make you feel at home.

Your living quarters themselves were similarly homey. Not drastically bigger than a hotel room, it's a modest living area with a kitchen tucked in the corner and two doors along the wall. One leading to a compact bathroom, the other your bedroom. Some may call it cramped, but to you it's cozy. You spent most of your time in the greenhouse anyway.

That might have been the only day you mourned your lack of space. As if he were a friend you had to drag home after a night of drinking, you placed Auto on the couch. Promising to yourself that you'd do your best to fix him up. You'd probably have to give him some wheels to, since you ripped him from the ship. Well, your life could always use some more excitement.

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Your knowledge of machinery had definitely improved over the past few weeks. On all accounts you were extraordinarily lucky that he was in such good shape. Age had rendered most of his circuits unusable, but isolation kept them from becoming unrecognizable. Night after night you would come home with a new part and with surgical delicacy, swap it out for its damaged counterpart.

You had heard stories from the time of the Axium. You knew of the 'evil autopilot program that tried to trap humanity in space'. You knew that you were probably trying to fix said evil autopilot program. It may have been the weeks of one sided bonding, but you didn't buy it. Surely at worst he was just following orders. And who knows, maybe with some free will he might be able to turn over a new leaf.

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"What happened?" His voice was striking, deep and inhumanly regular in a way that was still seen a trademark of artificial speech. He was upright on the wheeled body you attached him to, the red eye (camera?) at the center of his face seemed to scan you up and down before doing the same to the room around him.

The cocktail of pride and anxiety had yet to leave your chest. You attempted to explain, "Well I fixed you-"

"Before that." He interrupted. Slowly wheeling himself to the living room window, still unsure of the new addition you had made to his body. "Where are we?" He added.

You should have been prepared for that one. "We're on earth, in my house." You watched with apprehension as he stared out the window. The steering wheel that made his outer body clicked back and forth as if he were swaying in thought.

"Earth is habitable." His voice lacked strong inflection, you were unsure if he was asking you a question or stating the fact to himself.

"It has been for a long time." You said as gently as you possibly could. "You were... on that ship for centuries, a lot has changed since then."

If he was listening to you, he made no effort to show it. Instead continuing to look outside as if he were zoning out in thought. "There are plants", he observed.

The view out that window wasn't remarkable by any means. Just some grass and a few odd trees before the city's skyscrapers blocked your line of sight. But the mere mention of plants was always enough to get you excited. "Oh if you're interested in plants you should see this." Gesturing for him to follow you as you opened the door to your greenhouse.

He paused for a moment before trailing behind you.

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Auto made for a strange guest. With no astro-cruise to run he spent a considerable amount of time staring at you while you worked. It was only as you were measuring the pH of your plants' soil that you began narrating your work to him. It started as a way for you to simply diffuse the tension and explain why you were so invested in the vegetation.

He made for a good wall to rant to. You didn't have many close friends and certainly none as into botany as you, most other botanists spent as much time with their garden as you do. But thankfully, no matter how much you asked if you were being annoying, he would repeat that "The information is important, please continue." All while focused on whatever orchid you made the subject of your newest lecture. You did make it clear that he was free to leave at any time.

He never did.

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Your first trip to the Axium since Auto's reactivation was an awkward one, at least on your part. When you announced that you needed to go to drop off your latest batch of research he requested to could come with, one of the first things he asked of you since waking up.

Perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised, Auto had barely took a step outside your home. Relying instead on you and whatever books or documentaries you had to fill him in on what the world had become. Who were you to deny him some fresh air?

Although you had grown much more comfortable around him you were still anxious to hear what he thought of everything. And as always his judgment came in the form of definite reports. It was all "Humanity is stable." Or "Plant life is flourishing." If he had any semblance of opinion, he didn't tell you about it.

He didn't behave much differently on the Axium, continuing to trail you like a lost duckling and thoroughly scan the surroundings. It wasn't until you met up with a fellow herbalist that he spoke a word.

They asked you about a specific project you were working on, a new crossbreed of a medicinal herb of particular interest to them. However, as it wasn't the purpose of your trip you didn't have any of its records on you. You were about to apologize and tell them so until Auto informed them, "The crossbreed has shown accelerated growth but a greater sensitivity to sunlight." The herbalist thanked both of you and walked off.

Even though you shouldn't have been shocked to learn that he was actually storing the information you spat at him, it was still nice to know that he cared to some degree.

"Thank you, Auto."

"You're welcome."

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The days have gone on much the same since then. You had never sought out an adventurous life. Often you go out the greenhouse in the morning and find Auto observing the various moths and flies that had evolved as pollinators alongside the new flora. "Morning Auto!" You would cheerfully greet.

You never fully understood why he stayed, but it didn't matter to you at this point. He was here and he made no effort to go. You had more than enough room in your life for him anyway.

"Good morning."

And so another day starts.

[redr0sewrites]

batfam incorrect quotes as actual conversations/text conversations i've had - Pt 1

🥀A/n: just me being silly goofy idk

Dick: Bruce said we can have cereal

Jason: SAVE ME SOME LIFE. I SWEAR.

Jason: if you eat all of the life i am actually going to bite you.

Jason: istg Richard John Grayson

Dick: Tim just took it all sorry get mad at him not me

Dick: even after i told him about the warning...

Jason (in private messages): Timothy Jackson Drake. you know what you did.

Tim: what did i do

Jason: you know what you did.

Tim: is is because i ate the last of the life cereal?

Jason: WHAT DO YOU THINK⁉️

Tim: Well Dick didn’t tell me until after I had poured it

Jason: don't try to pin this on her

Jason: Hee*

Jason: HIM*

Tim: her???

Tim: hee???

Jason: SHUT UP

Tim: hehehehehehe

Bruce: Btw how is your chest?

Tim: i literally just coughed are you stalking me???

*silence*

Tim: it's ok, kinda the same

Bruce: Ha!

Tim: ???

Stephanie: why must i suffer for the sins of my forefathers?

Stephanie: (period cramps)

Tim: stay strong 😞😞😞😞😞 my deepest condolences

Stephanie: u ever think about sending something so unhinged but then realize how unhinged it sounds and u have to remind yourself normal people do not say those things bc same

Stephanie: (it was about a crush 🙂)

Tim:LMFAAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAA ???

Stephanie: she could fix my period cramps….. will not tell u how or why

Tim: PLEASEEE 💀💀💀💀💀

Stephanie: i need to go invent a new type of sex so i can be inside of her like actually- im gonna flip my vagina inside out or something i swear

Tim: the greatest mind of our generation FR!!!!

Stephanie: 5 minute crafts: how to gain a penis

Stephanie: the voices... the voices...

Stephanie: i habe a test on wednesday 💔

Barbara: its 11:11, wish for it to go well trust

Stephanie: I MKSSED JT STOP

Barbara: i wished for u dw

Stephanie: thank u girl 🙏🏻

this is my form of peak entertainment i WILL be doing more of these, lmk what yall think!!! (in each of these situations i was a different person. i was jason in the first one, tim in the second, steph in the third and barbara in the fourth)

[qzse-rtv]

On this day back in 1946 my country gained independence from France. In this day's honor I will do 1 unnice thing to you today because you're French to commemorate my forefathers. Pick the 1 mean thing I should do.

Idk its not like u can do much

[domtheforestgnome]

Young Royals Names Meanings

So I am watching a show in portugese now and I heard the word that sounded like "Felice" but it wasn't used as a name. So it coused me to look for meanings of characters names in Young Royals (bc II haven't been over it since I watched it for the first time last year). So here's the post with some interesting facts about names of our (more or less) loved people :O

W I L H E L M

From german language Wilhelm literally means "resolute protector". German ��willio” means will/desire and “helm” means protection/helmet.

S I M O N

Simon is a name of Hebrew and Greek origins. It means “to hear, be heard” and “reputation.” This Biblical name belonged to one of the 12 Apostles in Christianity known as Simon Peter. S A R A

In Hebrew Sara means "princess" or "noblewoman". It is a variation of Sarah, the name given to Abraham's wife in the Bible - forefather of Jews.

A U G U S T

August is a name of Latin origin. It means “to increase” and “great”. Coming from the name Augustus that means “exalted” and “venerable”. It was first associated with the Roman emperor Augustus Octavian.

F E L I C E

Felice is a gender-neutral name most commonly used in Italy. An alternative form of the Roman name Felix. It means "lucky," "happy", "fortunate," or "successful" in Latin translations. 

E R I K

Erik is a name of Standinavian origin. It means "always ruler" or "eternal ruler" or "sole ruler".

Interesting, right? Thank you for listening to my ted talk

[gaywithflowers]

I'm making a new post for this because I'm too anxious to add onto someone else's post, especially if I'm disagreeing with them-

(Also I'm mostly writing this because I wanted to make sense of my own thoughts, I'm not really in the mood to argue.)

But I saw someone say Zuko's ending as Fire Lord was confusing because he got what he wanted from the beginning, as in, he always wanted to become Fire Lord and then that is exactly what he became.

Sorry for stepping in like this, but-

Zuko didn't get what he wanted from the beginning.

At the start, "wanting his throne" was just a part of what he truly really wanted: the approval of Ozai, his love, to carry on the legacy of Ozai and Azulon and Sozin, to become better than Azula, to do and be what he was expected to.

He doesn't get any of that, at all.

He becomes Fire Lord but before that he has to let go of his desperate desire "to be great" (in the Fire Nation standard) and become a complete, irredeemable, utter failure in the eyes of the people he wanted to impress: he lets go of Ozai's approval, he understands Ozai will never love him, he renounces the legacy of the war, and he solidifies his position as Azula's inferior (in the eyes of the fire nation ideals ofc). He also upturns his old concept of what he was expected to be: an obedient prince following the status quo, carrying on the will of his rulers and ancestors VS a prince who loves his nation so much he decides to formally betray it.

He is shaken, at the end, when he is told by Iroh he will get the throne because it doesn't fit with his worldview anymore, and because he is ashamed. He becomes the Fire Lord but there is a complete resignification of what that entails and why that is important. Right now being the Fire Lord is not the natural progression of being Ozai's son, now he is signing up to shoulder the responsibility of changing the world.

His journey also shows us that he was right: the correct thing to do is speak out against injustice and cruelty. He was punished for it, they tried to suppress his drive to do better by his people, and he has to go a long way until he can shake off the severe attempt to make him shut up and conform. In his journey he also learns he can't do right by his people while still allowing them to oppress others, that he can't dehumanize anyone not just his fellow people.

...so yeah. I really don't think he got what he wanted in the end. If he had, he would have been shrouded in the glory of destroying the fire nation's enemies, he would have been a worthy son of his forefathers' cruelty-...and he did get that for a while, didn't he? And didn't he get the whole "be careful what you wish for" experience? If his arc had ended there and he hadn't gone away to train Aang, then we could say he was handed exactly what he always wanted to have and that there was no change.

But no. His father hates him. He let go of a 100 year old legacy. He disrupted the "glorious" expansion of a "glorious" nation. To many, he is a disappointment and embarrassment because he did the unthinkable: he retreated, he sent the armies home.

He surrendered against all Fire Nation beliefs of honor because he finally understood he can't gain honor by hurting others.

He let go of the definition of honor that was corrupting him.

That is change.

There is nothing wrong, anyway, in a character getting exactly what they wanted if along the way the motivations and significance of the goal change.

(Being truly honorable can be super humiliating tbh

He let go of his cultural view of status and that h u r t s

I'm Latin American born and raised, I have experience with this one- and it still has me on a chokehold. He is a fictional character and yet I look at him and I'm like wow that thing right there? Takes balls. I still can't let go of the expectations that are suffocating me even though I know they hurt me more than help me.)

[alan-in-the-outernet]

Haunted

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We never really felt.. normal. None of our family ever seemed at ease, and neither was I.

I see things, all of us do, but we’ve learned throughout the generations to stay quiet, yet we whisper of It haunting our halls, shadows twisting into wicked grins, a cold feeling of being.. pulled down.

We speak to eachother of it, lest we go mad of fright, we stick together.

The Hanged One, is what we call It. Supposedly the child of Grief.

The name of the old city has been erased completely, as if that beast who sieged it cursed the world with its grief, so that is its name, Grief.

The Hanged One, it looks.. like a beast of old, it moves with bones cracking, blood pouring out of its neck endlessly, never clotting nor slowing down, glowing red eyes and sharp teeth, claws stained with blood, a hungry grin.

A snapped noose hangs loosely around its neck, as it whispers, it speaks softly of its hate, its rage, its wish to be free from its eternal suffocation, never to gasp air again.

We hear it always, from our birth it is there, watching from above, claws just nearing our newborn flesh, giggling to itself.

On our death, we cannot escape either, for we are not allowed to fade into nature, it is not satisfied, for it drags us with it, swallowing our souls, forcing our torment into a seemingly endless nightmare.

This is the curse of our forefathers, for we fled from The Land Of Grief, and we shall pay the price, it will not be satisfied until time runs dry, and only then shall it allow our souls to fade away, into blissful unknowing.

Y o u W i l l N o t F a d e .

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Anais, a name forgotten.

SO SPOOKY... AND ALSO WELL WRITTEN...

You and Violet need to stop treating me so much, i might perish /silly

But ough... really this is so so cool...

[danthediamondminecart]

yO

guess who couldn't hold it in

(I WONT SPAM I PROMISE 😃😃😃😭😭😭👍👍👍👍)

I just wanted to ask a teeny tiny lil question, can you give us a semi-detailed summary of how you potray the BLSMP battlers????

Like how do u wanna show them in the series, cuz i have a feeling we r potraying them VERY differently, and i wanna know how YOU think of them before i start to theorize once again >:3 (hopefully i will soon)

And also, ships. Can you ramble abt rbb ships?? U said u were gonna ramble abt some??? Im still waitin' Xd

Cuz some of them r so weird dude like WHAT 😭😭😭😭🤚🤚🤚🤚

I’ll start with the ships question first, because I feel like the second question is a hell of a loaded one. Basically, I’m not a shipper, and don’t really get it. But ship and let ship, don’t ship and let ship, as long as you’re not being an asshole about it, I won’t get upset. Hence why I haven’t made one of ‘em ‘ranking ships’ lists, because I really don’t care.

Won’t stop me from having capital-O-Opinions, though. My friends will know that TanqrCraft became a bit of a NOTP for me because of its overabundance and some poor interactions with the forefathers of the ship (2021/2022 RBB fandom was wild, guys, be glad you weren’t there), and my theory on PinkNebula feels controversial, as I've said. I am slowly working on the PinkNebula essay, but it’s not a priority, so it might not come out for a while.

As for the second question, as much as I love rambling about characterisation, I think attempting to show how I characterise all fourteen of BLSMP’s main cast (including Jimmy and Russo) would be quite difficult, especially trying to keep it short. I do have my hypothetical 'bios' for a hypothetical ref sheet, but those are as much about their backstories and set-up than it is about their personalities.

So…who’s up for a drabble under the cut? This is something that I feel like definitely happened during BLSMP, but it doesn’t fit anywhere during the story, plus you know the cast, so you don’t need a scene like this.

Perhaps I'll post this as supplemental material (like, in a separate 'work') on AO3?

“You know, Russo.” Jimmy pipes up, snapping Russo out of his thoughts. “Remind me. How many Robloxians got trapped again?”

“Twelve.” Russo answers. “How come?”

“Well, you know. I don’t know any of them, and I kinda want to know a little bit about your friends! Well, I know, BigB, but you get the gist.”

“Jim, if I attempted to explain my friends to you, we’d be here all day.” Russo chuckles a bit.

“Okay, well, why don’t we make it a game?” Jimmy suggests. “You attempt to explain your friends to me in 3 sentences or less.”

“Oh?” Russo raises an eyebrow, so Jimmy elaborates.

“Like, uh, using BigB as an example. Kind but mischievous, enjoys mucking about, cares deeply for his friends.”

“Hmm. Okay, I can do that, though I’m probably going to go over the limit. Repeatedly.” Russo takes a second to think, before starting. “We’ll go in alphabetical order:”

“AshleyTheUnicorn, RB Battles S2 finalist. Fearless, reckless, goes headfirst into battle, always encouraging her friends to be the same, BigB, we both know and love him, but he’s a little quieter around Robloxians from what it sounds like, DenisDaily, also a finalist - can charm anyone that he meets with just his smile, generally more aloof unless it’s a matter to do with someone’s wellbeing, DylanHyper, though we usually just call him Hyper - yet another finalist, prone to nervousness but also the smartest person in a room, if he's got a plan for something he'll have considered every detail, Flamingo, aka Albert, lover of chaos and breaker of rules, the type of person to kidnap people for fun, but does love his companions in his own way-"

“Slow down, what do you mean kidnap-"

“KreekCraft! Another finalist and the former victor. Jack-of-all-trades, super confident as long as you don’t question him and his determination is unmatched (even when it gets unhealthy), LeahAshe, finds it easy to make friends and teases them all, generally likes to act as both a mediator and as the cause of strife, adaptable but cowardly at times, MeganPlays, likes to know everything she can about everything and is always curious, a bit of a pessimist, and tends to hold grudges for longer than she can even remember, PinkLeaf, quiet and dislikes social situations, but with one heck of a temper so don’t anger him (we all think he’ll be the favourite to win Season 3), prefers to run away from fights both verbal and physical, iAmSanna, or just, well, Sanna, unafraid to speak her mind even with a sword pointed at her, super perceptive and spots everything, prone to intense emotions of whatever variety, Sketch, an ‘act-first-ask-questions-later’ kind of guy, likes to mess about and has a tendency to end up as a bit of a load, will look out for his team though always himself first, Finally, there’s TanqR, current reigning champion. Normally laid back and chill but has a fiery side, likes his control, likes the fact that people are intimidated by him, would rather solve his problems through punching.”

“Okay, there’s a lot you glossed over there, but I won’t bring it up.” Jimmy’s still reeling from the ‘kidnaps people for fun’ comment. “Ooh, ooh, actually, do me! You’re good at the 3-sentences thing, do me!”

“Hmm…only if you do me. SolidarityGaming, you’re, hm…prone to yelling and making mistakes, but more courageous than you first appear, and dedicated to whatever cause you choose.”

“Aww, that’s…you know, with the way that started, I really wasn’t expecting you to be nice there.” Jimmy admits, somewhat bashful. “As for you…well, you’re optimistic at all times and clearly will do whatever it takes to protect your friends, though I have to say, you’ve got some wild ideas.”

“I’m going to take that last part as a compliment.” Russo jokes, leading Jimmy to giggle.

“Well, your friends sound like a colourful bunch.”“We’ve gotten pretty good at controlling the more chaotic personalities. Uh, not perfect, but pretty good.” Russo replies.

“I certainly hope so.”

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

Hi! I hope you're well! I recently came across the term guślarz in the context of Slavic pre-christian practices and I was wondering if you know of any information/sources that discuss them? Thank you!

Honestly I do not know any sources that discuss guślarze specifically but I can convey to you what little I am aware of regarding the use of this word.

So firstly, guślarz is a Polish word. Similar words no doubt exist in other Slavic languages but I am only focusing on the role of this term in Polish language because that’s what I know.

The word guślarz is derived from gusła meaning magical rituals of some sort. Guślarz is a man who practices magic, performs rituals, a folk healer, a sorcerer. His feminine counterpart is guślarka (historically this one was used much less often but still can be found). The word gusła took the meaning of „magical rituals” and „fortune telling” in XVth century - so pretty late. My sources on this are two Polish philologists, linguists and slavists Franciszek Sławski (as relayed to us by Krzysztof Bilica and PWN dictionary of Polish language) and Andrzej Bańkowski (as relayed to us by Monika Grotek). Word guślarz is first found in Polish language in XVIIth century, evolving from earlier words gusłarz and guślnik dating back to XVIth and XVth century.

I will try my best to translate what Monika Grotek has to say on the subject of guślarz in her article Etymologia polskich nazw postaci ludzkich rodzaju żeńskiego i męskiego parających się magią (Etymology of Polish names for people, male and female, who practice magic):

However, the authors of etymological dictionaries argue about the origin and original meaning of the word gusła. Bańkowski conservatively recognizes the difficulty in unambiguously determining the etymology of, in his opinion, the Polish relic word †guslo, which was probably in the form †gud-slo and meant 'ways to ward off evil powers', and derived from the verb gud-i-ti, which in Old Russian meant as much as 'to blame, to condemn' and is related to the synonymous common Slavic †gad-i-ti 'to make disgusting, to disgust' (hence, e.g. the word gad) and the later †gyd-i-ti derived from it, 'to repulse' (hence hydzić and ohyda). Thus, a sorcerer is likely a man dealing with protection against disgusting and socially condemned evil powers, expelling hideous demons or counteracting charms. On the other hand, Wiesław Boryś notes that the word gusła may come from *gud-slo or *gǫd-slo (plural *gudsla or *gǫdsla), in which we can find the name of an activity with the suffix *- slo originating from the Proto-Slavic *gǫsti, *gǫdǫ 'to play a stringed instrument' (hence e.g. the instrument gusle), or from the variant †gusti, †gudǫ (with the old alternation *u/*ǫ), which is also indicated by the Bulgarian gùsla/gъsla, meaning 'stringed instrument, gusle'. Therefore, the original meaning of the word guslo is 'playing a stringed instrument', 'playing gusle' - and music, with its ability to induce a state of trance could be used in magical ceremonies performed by a sorcerer who, thanks to music and through music, was able to make contact with the supernatural world like a shaman in the native cultures of the peoples of Africa or America.

Here you have two sound theories on the role and conception of guślarz.

The modern associations of the word guślarz in Polish language originate from much later times - the Romanticism and Dziady (eng. Forefathers Eve) a XIXth century poetic drama written by Adam Mickiewicz. The drama describes in it’s second part a folk ritual known as dziady, typically a feast commemorating the ancestors. In the drama however guślarz accompanied by a crowd of villagers summons ghosts of people who for some reason cannot enter heaven and tries to help them access it.

Funnily enough originally the character conducting the ceremony was a priest. Mickiewicz changed it to guślarz at a later stage of his work. The later version also includes a line about how the priest forbade people from conducting the ritual. It is speculated that the character of guślarz was added specifically to include more magical and folkloric motifs that Romanticism was all about.

This is where we get the dominant view of guślarz as a man who works with the souls of the dead, this is also quite literally where we get guślarz as seen in The Witcher 3 (Pellar), since quests connected to him are heavily inspired by the drama Dziady and some of his incantations draw directly from its text.

In modern Polish the words gusła and guślarz are slightly archaic and have a pejorative undertone, with gusła being used as something synonymous with „superstitions”.

When it comes to pre-Christian Slavic traditions you might have more luck researching words such as zhrets (pl. żerca) or volkhv (pl. wołchw) which I believe are a bit better explored than guślarz.

Best of luck!

Zarya

[azira-fucking-phale]

ong hiiiiiiii do u have a first name u use for quint?? :3 love getting to hear ppls thoughts on The Guy

Okay okay okay I have been Ruminating on this ask because I realized I genuinely don't have a first name for him. To me he is Quint. Like he is sooo fundamentally Quint to be. Quint Quintleston, if you will, but also I think some of the commonly accepted names like Bartholomew and Sam are pretty neat.

But.

Butttt I don't think they're RIGHT y'know?? It's hard to explain, but I have this very specific idea of how Quint grew up in New England that those names just feel Wrong. Bartholomew is a bit too British, and Sam is a bit too uninspired (sorry Sam enjoyers that was the only way I could describe my thoughts about it).

He grew up along the coast of Massachusetts, obviously, I can't imagine him growing up anywhere else, and was one of the older (but not oldest) siblings of his family. From my experience, New Englanders hate weird names. Not explicitly, but they always veer to the realm of safety and pick whatever's at the top of the list in 'most popular baby names.' That's just how it is-- the region is very traditional and conservative (not necessarily politically, but morally). So I would not be surprised if Quint had a very very boring and common name.

If we're going off Quint being the same age as Robert Shaw when he appeared in the film, then let's say he was born in '35, so the most popular names then (at least according to Wikipedia I didn't feel like looking at actual statistics) was James, Robert, John, Thomas, Donald, etc. I don't think he has those names specifically, but I think he had one that is SIMILAR to those names. A la ye olde blandness style. Obviously that list doesn't account for geographic location but oh well.

But this is the thing with New Englanders, specifically ones who are lower class: they will typically resort to these names because they are Biblical, and while not as religious as some other regions in the U.S., rural New England tends to be very Christian, and you’ll encounter more churches than actual people. I sort of believe Quint grew up in a semi-religious household. Not outlandishly so, but what I call “New England Christian levels,” where you say grace before dinner and go to church on Sundays. Definitely think he’s estranged from his family now and non-practicing, but now I’m getting off topic.

I think we've also got to consider coastal regions and families of fishermen and sailors and the idea of passing names on generationally from father to son, and my GOD do you get some cool names. Some regionally famous captains from where I'm from have some of my favorite first names, Ephraim, Reuben, Lewis, etc. I imagine Quint's family being involved in coastal work as an inherited job throughout the family, so it would make sense if they retained some of these naming conventions. I wouldn’t be surprised if Quint was named after a sea-faring forefather as part of carrying on the family name, and because I think he’s estranged from his family, it would make sense in the movie why he’s never referred to as anything other than Quint: he’s rejecting an aspect of his family and embracing a kind of ‘new identity’ for himself. Out of personal bias, I kind of vibe with this option more so because I grew up in a coastal fishing community and think some of the family names are cool as shit, but that's just me.

So there's kind of two alternatives for what Quint's first name COULD be in my mind: boring boring bland typical New England, or Olde Traditional Captain

Also I should say because Tumblr reading comprehension is so ass: when I say 'New England does x' "New England is y' I AM SPEAKING FROM PPERRSONALLLL EXPERIENCEEEEE (as in, I AM A LOW CLASS NEW ENGLANDER LEAVE ME ALONE) different areas within the region are VERY different from one another. Like I could talk about the coastal vs northern social differences for so long and that's just for the state where I live

[nightguide]

Trouble in Lumpy Space: infinite possibility

a dog (best friend) gets bitten by you in real time (residents of the Candy Kingdom being scientists) so you know who they are according to the manner of PB that Jake already takes it as if he was never hurt (like a scientist would) so you know exactly where the intuitive explorer would go and it would hurt deeper if you knew the land of your physics deeper that i know how so;

intuition with time is knowing your passion for astronomy has a purpose, so i know they are there (answer the questions you never heard why, 'so where?') that is the most arrogant question you'll ever hear, so make your examiner look like a dumbass and forget why but show them, make them think hard enough to lose you (no thinktank philosophy but make them wander why by losing yourself in feeling not fact)

that's how. i know there is life on exoplanets

okay, so this is fictional but what purpose does that resignate your wonder?

free land?

physics being so out of age for the human eye to see

space travel?

or just mandalorian physics being so heartbreaking for us to actually believe in love again like this

so i'll take credit for land ownership without proofing my works to the ministry of science (or whatever magi incorporation they use to profit off shitty schemes for a man to use cuz feminism rejects how but will use a body (team of women) to ensure a mans legacy as his own cuz he is so blind minded/sighted to hear anything his forefathers (family of his own ability) to heed himself proven to be a scientist, so here is my award for adversity for being that guy🖕

so the land of OOO is underneath my protection now that cartoons is what inhibits humanity by force of thinking cuz my rhetorics back it up cuz i know your intuition is eyeing me.

stop using women for worldly profit

i know you bitches

wifi in Lumpy Space means the world is so out of angle that even historians are thinking like you rn, so everything is edge cult to what Lumpy Space is in human eye occult (conspiracy regalia: you think celebrities are your best friends, don't you?) meaning you define what means to you if you're talking 'on the phone' but really to LSP, you're talking to your ancestors who made you, so you're the one to judge if you know celebrities are talking to you is how your ancestors would make the funny with you like that like you and they're like 'in the future, you're sooooooooooooooooooooo famous an u kick everybody's ass like that and you're like 'wow, ur so famous' and i'm like 'yea, cuz i made you an i luv u sm besti, ur lyk my bff itww' an u kno exactli wat th las lettrs rlli mean' *like meeting Regina George meeting Cady Heron in a 2000's setup for her to setup for her life luck pot 4eva-h* an u kno exactli the whole convusashun tekin plec cuz u kno ur fandom is like u in the end.... an ur like.. a badoss

*u know ur besties with the Queen that way*

islam is too purity for pure living an ur happy u were made that way cuz now u got lore

like how did you get here if you knew me that well, like what did i do to you, omg😊

men died as women, that's the class of smug (LSP's ancestor of the same universe)

Finn flies to Earth which cancels out the flat earth theory completely (expands the idea of so other scientists are looking for a cartoon dimension to see where i got that idea from) so how is this remotely God's idea of a dream looking like an 80's movie

enchiridion talks about God's eye. there is your expansion pack

also humans have boundaries which surprisingly celebrities don't have (they are adjacent to bugs) like nobody gives a sh*t (wealth elsewhere than providing attention to useless catalogues of human bullshit) they can live in lalaland for free

heres my first video out to the aliens, you bastards

Lumpy Space is what OOO thinks of humans, so they're actually humans on OOO who were living in lalaland (good celebrities) so you knew wealth from a TV show you liked and... that happened, they learn to be cute (not even a TV set anymore is how out of space they feel to true society like living among broken hearts so they can have a better life with them as equals) money don't do you no good

rotation. so after the bee is the butterfly and the rotation is how you make that butterfly attach to your personal security is how your childhood game is set up by SEGA to make you appear too good for your own world (videogames) so i got you working with Japan to make do with your notes about electronic devices that deserve a better life