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[dammjamboy]

ive been getting back into anime with watching dungeon meshi and im looking for suggestions on good anime to watch after i finish neon genesis evangelion (watching it for the first time). please tell me any good shows or movies, i will list the ones ive already seen in the tags! thank yous

[theladyregret]

Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak                 beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton             lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel                     legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin                  beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal               blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant                   crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar                      fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel                       burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh                 arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg                    graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin                     craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz                earth, stable

Char/Kron                  sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal                  noble, lady/lord

Dhaun                          infested, plague

Dil/Dur                         cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div                       dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz                        ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk                      chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan                 elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug                     drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl                      eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth                    mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds                   oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil                       pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar                     dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll              dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld                              friend, spider  

Ghuan                           accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din                         berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul                       ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch                   marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol                           deft, nimble, spider-like  

Houn/Rik                       magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip                             liege, war, warrior

Iim                                   life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im                         devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn                           enchanted, spell

Ilph                                  emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt                           arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz                               hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist                            endless, immortal  

Jan/Duag                       shield, warded

Jhael/Gel                       ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar                         charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz                         hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt                           iron, west, western

Lar/Les                          binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn            legend, legendary, mythical  

Lird/Ryld                   brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme                       bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag                     mystery, secret

May/Mas                         beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar                                lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran                           lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go                            blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym                       lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer                        doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad               cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal                 fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer                                  core, root, strong

Null/Nil                             sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar                       skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon                    north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn                      honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx                        bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil                        mighty, ocean, sea

Quar                                   aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev                        charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil                               foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv                         cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl                                 foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor                           amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab                            abyss, empty, void  

Shi'n/Kren                          fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz                             silk, silent  

Shur/Shar                          dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt                                 invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin                              festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath                          blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir                           learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth                        burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar                         love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz                           bat, winged

T'riss/Teb                           blade, sharp, sword  

Ulvir/Uhls                           gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz                       faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz                            blood, bloody, flesh

Vic                                       abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val                               black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod                           bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl             deep, hidden, south, southern  

Wuyon/Wruz                      humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url                                 blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun                                       demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz                       riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn                             dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek                        dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz                              ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz                             forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh                  breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as                                savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun                             dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d                                    blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein                         bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein                        eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim                          healer, cleric

anna/erin                            advisor, counselor to

arra/atar                             queen/prince

aste                                      bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar                           guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al                       lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth                         path, walker

breena/antar                   matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn                               agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos                             born of, child, young  

cyrl/axle                               ally, companion, friend

da/daer                                illusionist, trickster

dia/drin                                rogue, stealer

diira/diirn                             initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar                                  lover, match, mate  

driira/driirn                         mother/father, teacher  

dril/dorl                                 knight, sword, warrior

e                                           servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd                                 giver, god, patron

eyl                                       archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein                               minstrel, singer, song

fryn              champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica                                 baron, duke, lady/lord  

ice/eth                                 obsession, taker, taken  

idil/imar           alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid                                 harbinger, herald

inidia                                     secret, wall, warder

inil/in                                     lady/lord, rider, steed

intra                               envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab               acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc                         dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos                                 beast, biter, stinger

jss                                          scout, stalker

kacha/kah                            beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen                              apostle, disciple

lay/dyn                               flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar                         cynic, death, end, victim

lin                                         arm, armor, commander

lochar                                   messenger, spider

mice/myr           bone, bones, necromancer, witch  

mur'ss                                   shadow, spy, witness

na/nar                                 adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil                             corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz                           chance, gambler, game

nitra/net                              kicker, returned, risen

nolu                                 art, artist, expert, treasure

olin                                   ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim                           rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph                       binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn                                 ally, caller, kin

quarra/net                           horde, host, legion

quiri/oj                                  aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or                                     fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar                                   secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir                         crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir                            center, haven, home

riia/rak                       enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril                                 bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree                     enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn                         follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn                      blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral                 abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn          artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin         clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran                             spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton                           darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar                             glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg                          charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel                         exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr                    dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan                                speed, strider

ue/dor                                  arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar                                  breath, voice, word

une/diin                         diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque                              cavern, digger, mole, tunnel  

urra/dax                       nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven                             comrade, honor, honored

vayas                         forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot  

vyrae/vyr                     mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae                           heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir                           seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys                          best, creator, starter

xae/zaer                             orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen                         cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr                             sage, teller

yl                                          drow, woman/man

ylene/yln         handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon                      drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd        captain, custodian, marshal, ranger  

ynrae/yraen                       heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae                                   architect, founder, mason  

yrr                                         protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt                                finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean                        the noble line of

Ale                             traders in

Arab                          daughters of

Arken                        mages of

Auvry                        blood of the  

Baen                          blessed by

Barri                           spawn of

Cladd                         warriors from

Desp                          victors of

De                               champions of

Do'                              walkers in

Eils                              lands of

Everh                         the caverns of

Fre                              friends of

Gode                          clan of  

Helvi                          those above

Hla                              seers of

Hun'                           the sisterhood of

Ken                            sworn to

Kil                               people of

Mae                           raiders from  

Mel                            mothers of

My                              honored of

Noqu                         sacred to

Orly                            guild of

Ouss                           heirs to

Rilyn                           house of  

Teken'                        delvers in  

Tor                               mistresses of

Zau                              children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin                              the web

ana                               the night

ani                                the widow

ar                                   poison

arn                                fire

ate                                the way

ath                                the dragons

duis                              the whip

ervs                              the depths

ep                                  the underdark

ett                                 magic

ghym                            the forgotten ways

iryn                               history

lyl                                  the blade

mtor                             the abyss

ndar                              black hearts

neld                              the arcane

rae                                 fell powers

rahel                             the gods

rret                                the void

sek                                 adamantite

th                                    challenges

tlar                                 mysteries

t'tar                                victory

tyl                                   the pits

und                                 the spider's kiss

urden                             the darkness

val                                   silken weaver

viir                                  dominance

zynge                             the ruins

[everybody-loves-purdy]

Okay this is the au I was typing;

An au where Ravenpaw gets lost while on his way to the barn and stumbles across bloodclan and they decide to let him join when they see him with the snake he hunted and to avoid any potential hatred and stuff he lies and says he's a loner and they let him join, Scourge takes an interest in him and trains him personally and when Tigerstar shows up he recognises Ravenpaw(who I think would say his name is Raven) and calls him out, Scourge doesn't really care about his origin bc he's not useful ally, massive ah time skip, during the battle Raven protects Scourge from Firestar and takes another life from him before being killed by Greystripe on accident, as punishment for trying to kill a prophesied cat Starclan reincarnate him as an actual raven, he somehow manages to find his way back to Bloodclan and succeeds in communicating with Scourge(Who lived lol) somehow, this becomes a useful asset to Bloodclan as now they have their own little spy who can tell them what the clans next moves are and stuff(because the clans are now constantly trying to create plans to drive out Bloodclan) so it becomes a little deal, Bloodclan protect him from predators and he gives them information, to make sure they can recognise when it's Ravenpaw he has a piece of string that has a dog tooth on it wrapped around his neck

Ravenpaw is just extremely nervous throughout this all but eventually learns to toughen up, he's usually seen with Scourge or Bone when he isn't out gathering information. There are some restrictions though. He isn't allowed to get to close to hunting patrols or cats who aren't Bloodclan in general and he can't go explore the forest, he also isn't allowed to go fly around twoleg place unless a strong bloodclan warrior is with him in order to protect him from any animals who might think he's a nice meal

Another big timeskip, he gets hurt by twoleg kits one day and the cat he's with runs off to go get help, after a bit of time Barely finds him and brings him back to the barn out of pity, Ravenpaw stays at the barn until he's fully healed and their time together has caused a one sided romantic dynamic(Because no way in hell would Barely date a bird-) and when Ravenpaw leaves he makes sure he sneak out every now nad then to give Barely a gift, only during Leafbare or Greenleaf though when animals are likely to busy finding shelter from the cold or the big amount of greenery helps him stay hidden.

This travelling helps Ravenpaw become a little braver with his stealth thus he's able to gather more information.

Omg it didn't dissappear this time HECK YES MY FINGERS HURT FROM TYPING ALL THAT BUT IT WAS WORTH IT

This is very cool! It was definitely worth it lol

[xaz-fr]

Repostober 4

I found my old account's lore (I'd buried it DEEP in some files so I couldn't look at it and make myself sad it was gone) but I wanted to repost some of it for repostober because... it's still affecting my current account's lore 6 years later.

This was one of the big moments in my lore after the clan had just weathered a multi fight war and were still living in the skies above the Ashfield Wastes

@catfeathr you were curious about my old lore

also you should reblog lore. It is the morally correct thing to do *cheesy thumbs up*

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Everyone heard the boom. It was a deep rumble that made the entire ship rattle and vibrate. Outside the nearest port hole the engine could be seen belching a putrid black-purple smoke. For a moment nothing happened and up and down the hallways and atop in the city dragons looked around. ‘What was that’ on all their minds. The smoke trailed after the ship gayly, twirling with the ash and smoke from the Great Furnace down below. No other noise came and after a few seconds to make sure they weren’t about to fall out of the sky (not that it would have been a terrible problem. Dragons did have wings for a reason) everyone went back to what they were doing, certain that the mechanics below deck would take care of the problem.

Then the Windsinger’s Tale began to list to the right and then backward.

Entire streets and hallways filled with dragons were sent sprawling. Below deck dragons caught themselves on the ribbed bulkheads but above they could dig in, or take flight. Dragon’s left the streets of the Windsinger’s Tale in a grand exodus to watch the now limping ship that was slowly sinking towards the side of the volcano. Not the mouth, thankfully, but the side.

On deck three a wildclaw sprinted down the hallways. Jumping over stunned dragons. She was only known in passing as she kicked up a great gust of wind and didn’t stop to check if anyone was injured. She was on a mission. Her ship was in danger. Her Charge was in danger. She hadn’t been a Guardian in countless years but she still felt the call of her Charge as keenly as she ever had. Two, slower, wildclaws followed in hot pursuit. Then a third, even more slowly, checking as he went to make sure everyone was uninjured by the ship’s sudden roll.

Nadalin made it to the doorway of the engine room panting, her wings fanned, crest flared to help rapidly cool her sprinting charged body though she wasn’t out of breath. She was a Wind dragon and was made to run and fly. The entire engine room was a searing magenta light with the addition of a white strobe to call attention that this was an emergency. She didn’t know what half of the machines in the engine room even did. She knew who did though.

As she stepped through the doorway she yelled, “Diyari! Diyari where are you!”

By now Tyberion and Kaley had caught up with her. Kaley was panting, wings fanned, trying to regulate her breathing. Tyberion wasn’t even winded. You built up a high endurance always running after a Wind dragon. “Nads, it isn’t safe in there,��� Tyberion called after her.

“Diyari!” she yelled again.

Out of the magenta haze a ball spring of yellow shot out and collided head on with her. The spiral writhed a bit in confusion and fell right into her claws. He focused. Diyari was missing his eyepiece and his scarf was pulled up over his nose and mouth. “Nadalin!” he jumped into the air.

“What happened?” she asked even as Diyari started talking a million miles a minute. Tyberion and Kaley came to stand next to Nadalin, the guard cocking her head at the spiral. “Diyari stop for a- if you’d just- Diyari calm down and-

“Shut up!” Tyberion barked. Diyari yelped and fell right out of the sky but managed to recover before he hit the ground. Tyberion chose to ignore the scowl Nadalin gave him.

“It was Hezen!” Diyari stammered. “He-he was checking on the arcane elements of our lift generator. He got too close and-and-and… BOOM!” he cried, throwing up his claws.

“Can you fix it?”

Diyari’s big eyes got even wider. “I mean, yes but before we crash? I have no idea! Hezen’s still in the lift generator block.”

“What? Show me, now,” Nadalin ordered.

Tyberion put his wing against her chest, “On a list of stupid ideas that is literally at the top of the list,” he said.

“Are you really telling me what to do?” Nadalin asked, crest flaring.

“When its about your life. Yes. I am, and will every time.” Nadalin gave him a look. This was an old argument but they weren’t going to have it in front of their Captain of the guard and their head mechanic who looked about to have a panic attack.

“Fine,” she said. “Diyari, try to do what you can. I’m going to get help.”

“Help?” Diyari asked, practically tying himself into a knot in anxiety. “I’m head engineer. Who are you going to call if not me?”

“Cello,” she said.

Kaley looked at her, “I’d highly advise against that,” she said. “That is a very very bad idea. Cello is only allowed on decks five through twelve,” she reminded Nadalin. “Your rules.”

“Yes and because they are mine I can break them. I’m going to get Cello.”

“If he’s even here,” Tyberion muttered.

“Both of you! Now is not the time for pessimism! The Windsinger’s Tale is falling out of the sky and I have a ship filled with thousands of dragons. Diyari, try to bring us up. I will get Cello,” without another word she left. As she did she passed John who’d finally caught up.

“Where are we going?” John asked, quickly about facing and following.

“The Gyre,” Tyberion said shortly and with a sigh took off at a sprint after Nadalin.

Kaley stayed behind with her brother. “What do you want me to do?” John asked.

“We need to prepare for the worst. Begin evacuating the lower decks. I’m sure everyone top side has already flown off to watch. Have Altair to make sure Snappers, pygmies and hatchlings make it onto life boats. I don’t want any mistakes. It sounds like we’re still up and running but who knows for how long.”

“Estimation?”

“I’m not an engineer. No more than ten minutes I’d say. If we’re working on one generator it’ll die sooner rather than later.”

“Ten minutes to evacuate the entire lower decks?” John asked. Kaley nodded gravely. “Lightweaver’s left eye,” he cursed. “Alright. I’ll get Hawk to send out a broadcast.” Kaley nodded again and John took flight in the huge hall and sped down the hall to find their communication’s officer.

—

After a quick pass of the ships currently circling the tilted and slowly crashing Windsinger’s Tale Nadalin spotted the Gyre. It was a small ship, nearly perfectly circular, with fifteen crooked smoke stacks sticking out of the top. Fifteen different colored smokes came from each one. She landed on the tiny observation deck that also housed the door, a metal clockwork contraption.

She banged her wing on it several times. Tyberion landed on the banister, the deck too small even for two wildclaws. They waited. Nadalin saw movement at one of the oval port holes near the door. It was a steam gyre, only partially formed and practically see-through. Then it was gone. It didn’t take much longer for the door to open just a little bit. Enough for the little wildclaw to stick his long face out of it.

“What is it?” he asked. His eyes were totally blacked out by his goggles and his pearly feathers and flesh crackled and rolled like lightening. He had soot and purple ash further smeared across his muzzle. Cello had a second pair of goggles pushed deeply into his crest, both panes cracked, like he’d put them there just to get them out of the way of a second pair without cracks.

“The Windsinger’s Tale lost power to its arcane lift generators,” Nadalin said. “Someone got inside them.”

Cello said nothing a moment. Then he cocked his head and gave a high pitched cackle of a laugh. “I told that fool Arcane was a poor choice. A poor choice! Too unstable. Too unpredictable. Yes. You can’t control Arcane. Should have gone with Lightning. Yes. Much more predictable. Can easily channel and direct it. Mmm.”

“I need you Cello,” Nadalin said.

“For?” he asked, almost incredulously.

“Fix it.”

He snickered, “Now why would I do that?” He screamed when Tyberion muscled his way forward and slammed the door open with one leg. The other he used to yank Cello by the neck to the ground. His big claw poised over his throat, blue wings half spread threateningly. Cello whimpered, his wings flapping a bit weakly. Cello was smart enough to know not to tempt Tyberion, he’d fought and killed things ten times bigger and more threatening than Cello could ever be.

“Because you live by my generosity in a ship you didn’t build,” Nadalin said simply. “You are part of the Windshear Caravan since we took you in your sister in. I don’t ask what you do in here, even though it isn’t good. Say no to me now and see how far my generosity continues.”

Cello swallowed thickly. “I uh— I can’t come with you with Tyberion standing on my neck,” he said, voice shaking.

“That’s enough Tyberion,” Nadalin said. Tyberion snorted, fanned his wings a bit and lifted his foot and claw away from Cello’s delicate neck in a way that the dragon knew he could put it back there instantly should Nadalin say. He hopped back onto the banister. “Get up. Lets go,” she ordered. Cello shuffled to his feet and shook himself. His many clockwork adaptations jingled as he did and he carefully checked the delicate wing structors he’d seemingly fused with his own skeleton. Cello nodded and Nadalin jumped off the edge of the deck. Tyberion waited until Cello was following her before he jumped off after them.

They arrived at the engine room after having passed dozens of dragons all making their way outside. The magenta smoke was still thick in the air and they could hear Diyari using every ounce of Wind he had to project instructions to his underlings.

Cello’s crest flared up and down excitedly. He’d never been allowed in the engine room. It was an engineering marvel honestly. “Diyari!” Nadalin called.

Diyari appeared almost instantly. “Nadalin. Its bad. Real bad,” he said before seeing Cello. “You!” he landed on Cello’s head, grabbing him by the horns and pulled. Cello squawked and stepped forward as the spiral continued to yank on his head, knowing Cello was as stubborn as the Earthshaker himself to do anything new.

Nadalin followed after them before Cello finally managed to shake Diyari off. By that time they were in front of the generator. It cracked with arcane lightning and the magenta smoke billowed freely from a crack in the side. Normally the structure was clear crystal. Now it was darkened and smoke roiled inside, trying to equalize with the air outside the generator. “You’re an Arcane dragon, fix it,” Diyari said.

Cello pushed his goggles up out of his face. It was honestly the first time Nadalin had seen Cello’s eyes in years. He squinted at the generator. The lightning along his body shifted from blue to pink and back again before he started to gather the magenta smoke around him. It collected along his skin and he started to glow pink himself.

The generator squealed and there was a thunderous crack as the generator’s crystal front split right in two. “No no no!” Diyari yelled and hit his claws against Cello. Nadalin grabbed the engineer out of the air. The yellow spiral struggled but she held him fast.

The remaining engine abruptly died and the lights went out. In her arms Nadalin heard Diyari crying into his claws that he’d failed. Her crest flared when her feet lifted off the ground without her consent. The Windsinger’s Tale was falling.

“Cello!” Tyberion barked. “I’m going to kill you before we all die,” and he flapped his wings.

“Wait!” Cello begged, “It’s okay. Look. Look!” he pointed urgently to the generator. From within a light began to form. Gentle at first and then brighter. All the smoke was gone. Then with a ding all the lights went back on and the generator’s face refused. Diyari looked up, hopeful.

The arcane lift generator was fixed and clear once more. Both engines roared. The ship was working.

“Oh my,” Nadalin said, eyes wide in awe as they landed back on the ground.

“Hezen?” Diyari asked.

Standing in the reformed generator was the shape of a wildclaw. They were twisted by arcane energies. Their skin and feathers had been ripped away along with flesh and sinew and muscle. All that remained was a delicate crystalline skeleton surrounded and held together by what looked like a translucent gelatin. It made the wildclaw sparkle in its own pink light. His wings were gone, replaced by gas sacks filled with the shimmering pink smoke from before. The only thing that remained unchanged of the wildclaw were his eyes. Piercing, Lightning, eyes.

“That was, most unpleasant,” the wildclaw said. Their voice was mechanical and emotionless, but not monotone.

“Oh Windsinger! Hezen!” Diyari freed himself from Nadalin’s grip and flew to the generator’s clear face. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “We’ll get you out of there. Right?” he looked back at Nadalin and Cello for back up.

“I don’t think that would be a good thing, boss,” Hezen said, a bit of inflection coming through.

“What? Why not?”

“Because he’s not alive,” Cello said. “At least, not really. He’s pure Arcane energy fused to a dragon host, yes. The energy stored in the lift generator. You take him out of the generator and no more lift. Back to Sorienth we go. Yes.”

“So you’re staying he’s stuck in there?”

“Yes,” Cello said.

“Cello-

“I fix,” Cello said pleasantly to Tyberion’s growl. “Windsinger’s Tale flies. Lost one dragon. Better than entire city. Yes?” Tyberion just growled wordlessly at him but couldn’t disagree.

“I feel awful. I should never have sent you in there,” Diyari lamented.

Nadalin approached the generator. “Are you in pain, Hezen?”

“No, Matriarch, I’m in no pain,” he said.

“Cello. Is he safe?”

“Of course not! He is Arcane energy, yes. Arcane energy is unstable, unpredictable, dangerous. He lives now because Arcane. It is delicate balance between life and atomic obliteration. Arcane forces within generator allow atoms to focus, keep shape. Mmm. Best to leave him be. Do not tamper with lift generator. Could offset balance and he go ‘poof’ right into smoke. Then Windsinger’s Tale fall again. Yes?”

Nadalin frowned, “That’s hardly an acceptable answer.”

“You told Cello to fix Windsinger’s Tale. Cello did. Now you say my fix not good enough? What would have Diyari done? Hmmm? He is not Arcane. Engineer dabbles in magicks he doesn’t understand. Wind can never understand Arcane.”

“We… will monitor the situation. Until we know more I’m very sorry Hezen but you’ll have to stay in there,” Nadalin apologized.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind being in here. Cello is right. I’m not really here. I died in the initial explosion. I remember. Such an odd thing, remembering how you died,” he said thoughtfully. “Cello put me back together but I’m not really alive. I think it is best if you leave me here. I have no organs, I don’t need to eat or drink. It’s better if I’m in here.”

“You seem super calm for someone who just died and was brought back to life,” Tyberion said.

Hezen cocked his head to the side. “It must be the energy I’m made of. Arcane is such a cool element, so focused and logical. I don’t need to panic because I know there’s nothing to panic about. This is what I have become and it is interesting. It is best if I do not waste time making you worry. That would be rude.”

Nadalin���s face was pained, “You’re sure? You want us to leave you here?”

“Yes. Like Cello said; if I leave, the lift generator stops working and the ship goes down. I can’t be responsible for the death of everyone on board. Don’t ask me to be.”

She took a deep breath, “Very well,” she said. “We will leave you here. Cello, thank you for your help.”

“Remember next time you wish to threaten. Yes,” Cello narrowed his eyes at Tyberion. Tyberion snapped his huge jaws at the little wildclaw and they squawked and darted away.

“I’ll have Kaley make sure he made it back to the Gyre without delay,” Tyberion growled and stalked after Cello to find the Captain of the Guard.

“Isn’t there anything we can do for you?” Diyari asked Hezen.

“No. I’m quite all right. Maybe bring some books by. I can see this getting very boring.”

“Can we open the generator to give them to you?”

“For moments yes I believe so. Books would be very good actually. I’m already getting bored and that’s half focused on this conversation. Excuse me. You should just bring a cart,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t save you,” Nadalin said.

“You did. And now I’m the most important dragon on the Tale. I literally hold the entire ship up. How cool is that? Now really, Diyari, books?”

Diyari whined miserably. “Alllright,” he said. “I’ll go get some from the library.”

“Thank you. Good day, Matriarch. Its been so nice to meet you after you let me join the Caravan. Its been the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“Even this?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Hezen said, grinning widely. “Especially this."

[dragbunart]

How would Kaede react to Natsumi picking on a random classmate and telling them to kill them selves, because they are more talented than she is? I’m basing Natsumi on her game counterpart where made death threats to her classmates because she’s jealous of them.

Look Kaede loves her sister, but her least favorite trait of Natsumi's is her bullying.

So if she were to catch her sister telling ANY of them to kill themselves it would start with a stern talking to. If she caught her doing it again it would escalate into 'I know too much dirt on you for you to be doing this'. Three times the charm and she'd have to face the wrath of Kaede.

Natsumi: You should go Die Koizumi.

Kaede: >:( Natsu!

Natsumi: I'm much more- OW! Don't pinch me!

Second time

Natsumi: What kind of talent is Child Care Giving? Maki: What kind of talent is being a lil sister. It's not like you did anything.

Natsumi: I'm going to-

Kaede: Finish that sentence and I'll tell mom what exactly happened to her Kimono. >:(

Natsumi: *forcing a smile* I admire that your talent is Unique, even though you can't really use it here. Maki: ... If it weren't for the laws of this land, nad the fact you're my best friend's sister you'd be dead right now. Kaede: ... Maki... Go before I tell your Space Himbo you're being unfriendly again. Third time

Natusmi: You should really just go jump of a cliff you useless piece of-

Komeda: Bold words coming from someone with no talent! I'm curious, as an only child, how does it make you feel to be the only talentless sibling? Do you make a good stepping stone.

Natsumi: *going to grab a weapon* Your luck is about to ru-

Kaede: Komeda go. Now!

Komeda: Of course, I don't deserve to be in the same area as such talent.

Kaede: Natsumi! Natsumi: Fuck... Kaede, Twinsie, he started it!

Kaede: You have 1 day to apologize to everyone you've threatened since school started, and I will be keeping tabs on it. And if I hear you threaten one more person or told them to harm themselves I will make your life a living Hell until we Graduate.

Natsumi: ... I...I don't... Believe you?

Kaede: You know what I'm capable of... I'm surprised you even went this far knowing just how much I know about you and your secrets. I will expose you in front of the Entire Kuzuryu Clan.

Natsumi: ...

Kaede: Every time you overspent on your credit cards and blamed it on someone else. Every single expensive decor piece you broke or ruined. Every time you 'borrowed' one of moms things without asking. And I'll show everyone those embarrassing photo's from elementary school of us.

Natsumi: THat's self sabatoge idiot.

Kaede: The difference is I have a good reputation and it will be seen as quirky and cute. You and the other hand? Will live in a constant cycle of people reminding you of it because of how embarrassing and cringy it was.

Natsumi: ... I'll tell Fuyuhiko that you're trying to blackmail me! And he thinks your better than this!

Kaede: I'm not afraid to prove him wrong.

Natsumi: I'll tell dad your fucking a detective!

Kaede: So? Not like he can do anything.

Natsumi: ... It's going to take more than a day.

Kaede: Fine... You have 2.

Natsumi: ... I'm almost impressed. You almost sounded like me when I want my way

Kaede: You pick up a few things here and there.

[scotianostra]

The Two MacDonalds Sorley MacLean

You big strong warrior, you hero among heroes, you shut the gate of Hougomont. You shut the gate and behind it your brother did the spoiling. He cleared tenants in Glengarry – the few of them left – and he cleared tenants about Kinloch Nevis, and he cleared tenants in Knoydart. He was no better than the laird of Dunvegan. He spoiled Clan Donald.

What did you do then, you big strong hero? I bet you shut no gate in the face of your bitch of a brother.

There was in your time another hero of Clan Donald, the hero of Wagram, Leipsig, Hanau. I have not heard that he cleared one family by the Meuse or by any other river, that he did any spoiling of French or of MacDonalds.

What a pity that he did not come over with Bonaparte! He would not clear tenants for the sake of the gilded sheep, nor would he put a disease in the great valour of Clan Donald. What a pity that he was not Duke of the Land of the Barley And Prince of Caledonia!

What a pity that he did not come over with Bonaparte twenty years before he did, not to listen to flannel from the creeper Walter nor to gather dust from the old ruin but to put the new vigour in the remnant of his kinsmen!

What a pity that he did not come to succour his kinsmen!

Dá Dhómhnallach Somhairle MacGill-Eain

‘Na do ghaisgeach mór láidir; ‘Nad churaidh miosg nan curaidhean, Dhùin thu geata Hougomont. Dhùin thu ‘n geata ‘s air a chùlaibh Rinn do bhráthair an spùilleadh. Thog e tuath an Gleann Garadh – Am beagan a bh’air fhágail dhiubh – Is thog e tuath mu Cheann Loch Nibheis Is thog e tuath an Cnóideart. Cha b’fhearr e na Fear Dhùn-Bheagain: Rinn e milleadh air Cloinn Domhnaill.

De rinn thusa ‘n uair sin, A churaidh mhóir láidir? Fiach na dhùin thu aon gheata An aodann do ghalla bráthair?

Bha ann ri d’linn-sa fear eile, Curaidh eile de Chloinn Dhómhnaill, Curaidh Bhágram, Leipsich, Hanau. Cha chuala mi gun do thog esan Aon teaghlach mun Mheuse No mu abhainn eile. Cha d’rinn esan milleadh Air Frangaich no air Dómhnallaich.

Nach bochd nach táinig esan Le Bonaparte a nall. Cha thogadh esan tuath Air sgáth nan caorach óraidh, ‘S cha mhó chuireadh esan gaiseadh Ann an gaisge mhóir Chloinn Dómhnaill. Nach bochd nach rodh esan ‘Na dhiuc air tir an Eórna Is ‘na phrionns air Albainn.

Nach bochd nach táinig esan Le Bonaparte a nall Fichead bliadhna mun táinig, Cha b’ann a dh’èisteachd sodail O’n t-sliomaire sin Bhátar No a chruinneachadh na h-ùrach As an t-seann láraich, Ach a chur an spionnaidh ùrair Ann am fuidheall a cháirdean.

Nach bochd nach táinig esan Gu cobhair air a cháirdean.

[renee-writer]

A Little Change in History Chapter 34

AO3

They enter the room and he closes the door. Taken her face, in his, he gently lifts it up. “Keep your head up. You never need to look down. You are my wife and the Lady of Lallybroch. May I kiss you mo sorcha.” She smiles and lifts her head.

 

“You may, my husband.” The kiss slow and deep, all the previous ones wanted to be and couldn’t.  They are breathless when they part.

 

He takes off his jacket after making sure the door is secured. His wife looks nervous. Taken her in his arms, he says, “You have my name, my clan, my family, and the protection of my body.”

 

She relaxes some against him. “I am just a little nervous, having never done this before.”

 

“We will take all the time you need. We have a week where none will bother us.  “Mo Chailian donn, you are precious to me. We will take all the time needed.”

 

Her many skirts are carefully removed by her husband. She is soon down to just a shift. Shifting nervously, she awaits his reaction.

 

“Tha Thu Nad Bhoidhchead.” He whispers in awe.

 

“What did you just say?” she asks.

 

“You are beautiful, my wife.”

 

His words embolden her. Stepping forward, she undoes his belt and it breaks the silence as it falls to the floor. With a smile, he picks her up and walks towards the bedroom.

 

As the sun raises the next morning, they are found tangled together. Awakening at the same time, she grins at him. “How did you sleep, my husband?”

 

“Not to well as someone kept me up all night.” With a laugh, she smacks at his bare chest.He lifts her up so she lays fully across him. “Tha gaol Agam ort a bhean.” He declares.

 

“I love you too, my husband.” They lay there together, her head on his chest, for hours, content to talk about nothing.

[the-firebird69]

and we have news. and it is big. tons of it no

-- people see th owrry here andthe idiots are dumb. he needed hel a long time ago. and tons will come here and help shortly. tons. and we need this badly. yes lots of forg and mninorty molock and some macs. ti is hell they say they are dumb at it and dont see it. are stupid. we help and now. and move fast. this is it they see them evil deadly and dangerous and do it even with no gain. nad say it has to be for somthing. and yeh ok it is but no. he said it and in code. and tons will be here shortly. and we usee this the idiot announcer says stuff and is a smiling ahole.

and we laugh too see our cities. and so what we are not there. asshole. and he lausghs so and says it sittind ducks huh and yeh no fleets shortly either idiot and we do this

--the idiot is on tv and iinsists on shouting like a five year old child. is a moron. and had to say it i am a target and said ittoday. and he was booed. and they said it out you asshole cheesmen in and want him out. now they try it

-- bit stuff too bu tnot this big. the whole world is coming here and to dc and westpalm cuba and oter this a mess help him he is in dire need as in sinking. afast too. and tons will. work too. and this place deadly readiation and they say they leave him to wallow throw him in it and hope for his injuries to help them.

we work now they

say

and we say this we belive them now yes

Thor Freya

trump nearly fell over. heard it all and back. and said this. i am not to be made fun of. and then the pic he at teh wall of the senate building and y eh they said it dirty old man someone yelled theirf murderer of our own nd more and you can hear it on tv recordings. and they went silent no. then this traitor to us. ours. our kind in code your a shit. and we are mean too charles and ok your xavier and a nut. living shit. they go and ht him. and soon he will be out and yeh ok they chanted it your the wrong person for the job and arent his clan. now they wnt him out and terry c n or elseand say it now.

tons listenok do.

more shortly thisi is huge and we maean forgeienrs arrive will go in and out daily

Olympus and oohhh ok and we see harsh here but ok need gates they will see it soon

[ancestorsofjudah]

12 Kings 19: 9-13. "The King of Cush."

Cush is the southernmost territory named in the Torah.  In concert with the common Hebrew particle כ (ke; as if, like), the name would mean As If He Were Weak.

And then there is the root ישה (yshh; meaning uncertain), which yields the noun תושה (tushiya), meaning wisdom, sound knowledge, which would yield the meaning of Cush as As If He Were Getting Smarter. Tirhakah, King of Cush means "beastly, but betting better."

As we near the end of the Second Book of Kings, Cush must surely be the case. Recall before we go on that Sennacherib, the King of Assyria, the level headed ones is the Burning Bush itself.

9 Now Sennacherib received a report that Tirhakah, the king of Cush,[a] was marching out to fight against him. So he again sent messengers to Hezekiah with this word:

10 “Say to Hezekiah king of Judah: Do not let the god you depend on deceive you when he says, ‘Jerusalem will not be given into the hands of the king of Assyria.’ 11 Surely you have heard what the kings of Assyria have done to all the countries, destroying them completely. And will you be delivered?

12 Did the gods of the nations that were destroyed by my predecessors deliver them—the gods of Gozan, Harran, Rezeph and the people of Eden who were in Tel Assar?

13 Where is the king of Hamath or the king of Arpad? Where are the kings of Lair, Sepharvaim, Hena and Ivvah?”

The King of Cush says the law givers are destroying countries. Countries or races refer to the Tribes and Clans of Israel that were falling prey to lawlessness and then to brutality without much intelligent management, called Gevurah and Chesed in between.

Without might and benevolence together, societies fall prey to weird rules like we see in heavily orthodox nations like Afghanistan, Iran, parts of Israel, and much of America that want to pop its nose into a hymnal holy book and then go cut people's nads off with a hot monkey plumber's wrench.

We don't to subsume or annihilate the skills named in the Twelve Tribes or the 70 Clans only force them work together effortlessly.

There is a contest between gods and the Disciplines named above that apparently resolves the issue. Gods in Judaism are allowed provided we use them as stair steps to the God of Israel called Ha Shem, "the All Knowing." Michael and Gabriel, for example are gods that aid us in the proper worship of the One God. We certainly would not resort to the Hindu god, Kubera, the toadlike god of greed for this. Him, we avoid. Simply put, gods must not get in the way, but if they help, then they are considered consecrated objects and are allowed. Jesus Christ, a form of the Formless is a good example. Certainly we would not consider Jesus to be a stumbling block on the way to the Altar of the Most High. As the National God, He represents Grace and the utmost in philanthropy.

Sennecharib said he destroyed a number of petty national gods in order to bring unity to the area. Translated and Numbered they are:

v. 9: The King of Cush was marching: the Value in Gematria is 9359, טגהט‎, taghat, "you will grow."

v. 10-11: Surely you have heard...the Value in Gematria is 14341, ידגדא‎, "you will fish and understand."

v. 12: The gods that were destroyed:

Gozan= racism, that runs through Habor the "team."

The verb חבר (habar) means to bind, join or team up. Nouns חבר (heber) and חברה (hebra) mean company or association. Adjective or noun חבר (haber) means united or associate. Noun חבר (habbar), meaning business associate.

Noun חברת (haberet) literally means that what is joined (curtains, one's wife). Noun מחברת (mahberet) means a thing joined or place of joining. Noun מחברה (mehabbera) describes a binder or clamp.

Nouns חבורה (habbura), חברה (habbura or habra) and חברברה (habarbura) mean stripe or mark. How these words express binding isn't immediately clear, but perhaps the most ancient symbols arose from people claiming items and locations for themselves or their tribes.

Harran= to be burnt

The noun הר (har) is the Bible's common word for mountain or hill. Intuition dictates that the root of the word for mountain probably has to do with being elevated, but that's not correct. In Hebrew thought, a mountain is not something that's high but rather a lot of something gathered. And so, a mountain became synonymous for a large but centralized group of people (Jeremiah 51:25), or even gods (Isaiah 14:13).

The obviously related verb הרה (hera) means to be or become pregnant. An association with the previous noun is obvious, although not because the stomach of a pregnant woman resembles a mountain.

The Bible depicts nations as individual women even more than as mountains; the words אמה ('umma), meaning people and אם ('em), meaning mother are closely related. A pregnant woman is to her husband what a conceiving nation is to its deity.

Rezeph= in sequence

The people of Eden who were in Tel Assar=

The verb תלל (talal) means to accumulate or repeatedly cover over, and that in a destructive sense. Noun תל (tel) describes an artificial mound of many layers of destruction and rebuilding. Such mounds would obviously be found on desirable and contended locations. Quite telling, the derived verb התל (hatal) means to mock a person. Noun התלים (hatulim) means mockery.

Verb ישר (yashar) means to be straight or level. Adjective ישר (yashar) means right or upright. Nouns ישר (yosher), ישרה (yeshara) and מישר (meshar) mean uprightness or straightness. Noun מישור (mishor) describes a level place or plain.

Verb אשר ('ashar) covers a decisive progression or a setting right, and is often applied to describe happiness and prosperity (right on!). This is not due to a curious coincidence but to the obvious correlation of righteousness and efficiency.

Righteousness in the Biblical sense describes a solid grasp of natural law, which leads to high levels of technology, social liquidity and thus peace and prosperity.

So in order, from Number 1 to Number 13, the God of Law and Order dethreads the River of Racism from the Team of Racists, a nasty, revolting this idea has become, and says "go back to the drawing board and find your way, the right way, this time."

The Value in Gematria is 9715, טז���א‎ה, eleven. The eleventh letter of the alef-beis is the kaf.5

The design of the kaf can perhaps be described as a pipe bent in two places. The concept of bending oneself represents sub­mission to a greater force and entity—the King of all kings, A-lmighty G‑d.

v. 13:

The king of Hamath=to protect or surround

The king of Arpad= to be stripped of an old standard and protected by a new one

Adjectives ערירי ('ariri) and ערער ('ar'ar) mean stripped, childless or destitute. Noun מערה (me'ara) literally means "place of being stripped" and is the Bible's common word for cave.

The verb פדה (pada) describes a letting go of an old standard (say, phonetic spelling) and assuming a new one (standardized spelling). The new standard may appear more restrictive at a personal level but it allows a much greater precision and thus basin of exchange and thus liberty at the collective level.

This verb speaks of an individual price paid for collective freedom and is as such often translated as to ransom or redeem. In the stories of the Bible, the old standard often appears as captor or abductor or slave-driving task master.

The kings of Lair=masculine noun סך (sok), meaning thicket or lair from where a lion would lay in wait to pounce on a prey (Psalm 10:9, Jeremiah 25:38).

Sepharvaim= to enumerate

The root ספר (spr) has to do with information technology: the efficient storage, retrieval and sharing of data. Long before fiction and recreational reading was a thing, record keeping was mostly a mathematical and economic enterprise, mostly conducted by specialized priests.

The invention of the alphabet made writing easy and elevated every common man to the priestly level, and allowed everybody to study whatever they wanted. This allowed a deluge of original thought to enter collective consciousness, which in turn raised the level of human diversity, and thus complexity and thus cultural bliss.

Noun ספר (seper) denotes any kind of record, historical records, legal documents, prophetic messages, and so on.

Noun ספרה (sipra) means book or a bundled collection of records. Denominative verb ספר (sapar) means to write or produce a ספר (seper): to carefully observe, to recount, to record.

Noun ספר (sopor) or ספור (sopor) means scribe; someone who produces a ספר (seper). Noun ספר (separ) means census. Noun ספרה (sepora) means number, sum or amount. And noun מספר (mispar) means number.

Hena=The verb חנן (hanan) shows up all over the Semitic language spectrum in meanings from to grant a favor, to be gracious and to favor. In Arabic this verb means to feel sympathy or compassion.

Ivvah=overturns

Meaning Overturned, Ruined Etymology. From the verb עוה ('awa), to bend or twist. Related names • Via עוה ('awa): Ai, Avith, Avva, Avvim, Ebal, Iim, Ijon, Iye-abarim.

The Value in Gematria is 6011, ו‎אֶפֶסאא, "and Ephesus." The New World.

Here in prosaic format is the magic secret formula sauce for a successful kingdom that has a little bit of racism in it. Racism is the downfall of all great cultures and men. It must be rooted out and destroyed.

Racism leads to slavery, poverty, genocide, war, violence and creates hell on earth, which must bear a close resemblance to heaven as naturally as possible.

First comes the law, and law enforcement. Perpetrators of racism and hate are unbundled from the rest, they are exterminated to the last man. The culture will resist the purge but eventually it will recognize it is being upgraded to a new standard of life that has many benefits. Then law enforcers must wait like lions in their dens and pounce on racists and kill them the second they surface.

In tandem with killing racists and ridding the world of their scourge, the King and the Prince and the Assembly must enact normal ordinary acts of decency and kindness and use them to buffer the onslaught against the cruel and criminal.

Law enforcement on this planet leaves the vulnerable bare, and protects foul disgusting men like Donald Trump and the Republicans, scum and shit every last one of them. The Melachim says they must be overthrown and dealt with. Once this overturn is done, Ha Shem promises a new world, Ephsesus, the one we are waiting for will dawn.

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Moon 65

Whisperpeak has recovered from greencough.

Stormflicker died of whitecough.

Hawkbit has injured their leg in a twoleg trap.

Sprucekit watches the medicine den closely. The hustle and bustle inside the normally quiet corner of the cave was alarming. The almost constant stream of sick or injured cats, more so. Ever since they had first heard of the term they had wanted to be a warrior but watching the camp now... They know they can help more by becoming a medicine cat. Sprucekit becomes Sprucepaw and is given to Freezespots.

Roarpatch gifted Sprucepaw some maple seeds to congratulate them.

Yewchill will stay as a medicine cat until Sprucepaw is fully trained.

Yewchill lept from a rock funny and sprained their leg.

Pondpaw and Clampaw leave the camp together, excited for their first trip out of the camp. Leaving Splashtooth and Crookedbracken to run after the energetic apprentices.

Dolphinpaw, Songpaw, and Splashpaw eagerly await their apprenticeship ceremony to be over. All three of them are just bursting with questions! Kinkblaze hopes that their mentors, Duckflow, Pepperbuzz, and Saltears can keep up with the young cats' energy.

Sleekrun is happy to be out of the medicine cat den.

Coalmark no longer has whitecough and is fully ready to start contributing.

Freezespots leg is feeling much better. Hawkbit's leg, however, only seems to be getting worse.

Ferncreek's broken bone has healed successfully.

Oddspots has announced that they are expecting kits!

Sunnybird had caught their leg in some twoleg garbage. It took a while to get free and now their leg is heavily injured.

Coalmark has brought to camp four kits! They refuse to say where from. They have named them Hyacinthkit, Hailkit, Honeykit, and Hemlockkit.

Shoreeagle is eyeing the elders den. They are considering retiring after they are done training their apprentice.

Frostfreckle has decided to join the elders den.

Dolphinpaw had a running nose which has progressed into whitecough.

Turtlepaw and Sneezepaw sit proudly in front of the clan. their warrior assessments had gone well and it was finally time for their warrior ceremonies. They are named Turtleswoop and Sneezedazzle in honor of their affection and courage. Daisypaw nad Treepaw watch envious but still cheering with the rest of the clan for their littermates.

Sprucepaw had to check their observation with Freezespots that Shoreeagle, who has been sniffling and sneezing for a while has been presenting with symptoms of whitecough. Freezespots has to agree with their young apprentice, as much as they wish they couldn't. Shoreeagle has caught whitecough.

Hopstar threw themselves in front of Daisypaw as they were being chased by a big dog and came out of it badly injured.

Cragshadow has announced that they are expecting kits!

Grousefleck had their leg caught in a pile of twoleg garbage and escaped heavily injured.

Oddspots felt it late at night. The tell-tale pains. But they didn't want to wake anyone up. So they hid their muzzle in the moss of their nest and, as quietly as possible, had a litter of four kits. The next morning when Freezespots came to check on them they were surprised to find all doing well. Oddspots has named their kits Willowkit, Eggkit, Fogkit, and Primkit.

Clampaw has met every challenge with determination and has overcome every obstacle with ease. Hopstar and Crookedbracken had talked long about this but they both are sure Clampaw is ready, despite their young age. Clampaw is named Clamtrail and praised for their boldness. (image to be added later to show them all grown up)

Dolphinpaw and Shoreeagle have thankfully recovered from their whitecough.

Daisypaw has finished their assessment and is given the name Daisyfin in honor of their devotion. The warm glow of pride they feel is somewhat muted by the sight of their sibling Treepaw watching the ceremony from the entrance of the apprentices den. Next time it will be Treepaw's turn, I just know it.

With the Greenleaf sun baring down on the cats, several have caught heat exhaustion. A few have also caught heatstroke.

Flutterbuzz and Crookedbracken have become mates!

Grousefleck and Whisperpeak have decided to become mates as well! Duckflow watches the couple jealously.

[hala2021]

Los niveles

Ayer me puse a leer lo que debo rendir de Normativa de la Lengua. El libro «Normativa lingüística española y corrección de textos» dice: «Entre los niveles de lengua (lengua culta, lengua popular, lengua vulgar, lengua rural, etc.), la gramática normativa (la académica) elige uno y lo propone como lengua de prestigio (la lengua culta)».

Y pienso que en el mundo existen varios niveles, pero no solo en el nivel de la lengua, sino también en el de la música, los modales, el conocimiento, la espiritualidad y hasta en las personas. Y en esto último, no existe ninguna organización que regule los niveles en las personas, como hay en la lengua con la RAE (Real Academia Española). Por otro lado, nadie es dueño de la verdad y regular niveles humanos resulta despectivo. Pero lo cierto es que hacerle creer a las personas que somos todas iguales es como comparar al Che Guevara con Hitler o Jomeini con el secuestrador de la película El Clan, basada en hechos reales. Meternos a todos en la misma bolsa e igualarnos en el mismo nivel es el caballito de batalla de los vagos, los perversos, los irresponsables, etc.

Lo cierto es que el mismo libro que cité asegura que «cada comunidad tiene sus normas, que responden al entorno sociocultural. Hay, pues, una norma culta argentina, boliviana, [...]», etc. En una palabra, estamos todos divididos. ¿Y por qué? Porque la mentira de la igualdad ya no se la cree nadie, pero la debemos respetar porque ya es una norma social y cada día más impuesta.

Vivimos en un mundo en donde una mayoría busca nivelar hacia abajo y quitarle todo el mérito al que estudia, al que cumple con su trabajo, al que cultiva una buena moral, al que tiene una responsabilidad, etc.

Yo no me siento preparada para escribir porque me gustaría dominar en algo la lengua culta. Por supuesto, esto no es compartido por varias de mis compañeras de estudio, que ya se lanzaron a escribir algunos libros. Cuando yo le comenté a un amigo que cualquiera puede escribir un libro, él se sorprendió. A veces, creemos que las personas escritoras estudiaron las normas lingüísticas y son conocedoras de nuestro lenguaje, casi a la perfección. No obstante, eso dista mucho de la realidad.

Yo siento una presión de una política socialista, comunista o como quieras llamarla, que fomenta la ideología de imponer una nivelación igualitaria y baja para todos. Cuando digo «baja» me refiero a que el nivel se encuentra en lo vulgar, como así en la lengua también existe una lengua vulgar. Pero hay personas que son así y que se sienten felices dentro de ese estado. Y a esas personas no puedes decirles eso, porque las hieres en su amor propio. Por esa cuestión de la obsesión con la moral, eso que hoy considero bastante abstracto, se niega una realidad: los niveles en las personas. Y eso se debe a que los niveles crean divisiones o como hoy comúnmente se las llama: discriminaciones.

Lo cierto es que también en la música se sufre esa política igualitaria, de meternos a todos en una misma bolsa. Sin embargo, basta con observar la naturaleza como para darnos cuenta de que también existen niveles en ella. No es lo mismo una ballena que una cucaracha o un leopardo que un ácaro.

Y yo noto una política de querer mezclar por la fuerza a todos los niveles con la excusa de la ideología igualitaria. Por eso surge el facilismo en la educación, en donde pasa cualquiera con un par de trabajos, mientras no se premia al que estudió todo el año; la música K-Pop, en donde se mezcla Pop y Rap; el rechazo a la normativa de la lengua, para obligar a la Rae a que acepte una doble grafía, como «impreso» e «imprimido», por el uso de una mayoría; el lenguaje «inclusivo», que defiende la ideología de género; la ley tradicional y las leyes contravencionales; etc.

Bueno, estoy aquí, siete horas debo cumplir, por solo una alumna que no hizo nada en todo el año, pero la política de la igualdad sostiene que debemos no discriminar a nadie y darle oportunidad a todos los estudiantes. De nada se habla que esa alumna no hizo nada en todo el ciclo lectivo y que se burló del colegio, de las normas y hasta de mí. ¡Eso no tiene importancia! (?).

Y en ese cóctel de mezclas de niveles estamos todos. Recuerdo a una chica que se quejaba de las personas que iban a Nordelta con el perro, el mate y la reposera, como si estuvieran en Mar del Plata. Y precisamente, la gente se queja porque no se respeta el nivel de una comunidad. Nordelta es una zona de lujo, que no acepta la cultura popular de acampar con los perros, el mate y el choripán. Y lo mismo veo que pasa en Geba, un club social y deportivo de la ciudad de Buenos Aires. Allí, por problemas económicos, una de las sedes se vio obligada a alquilar un espacio muy grande a otro club, Sportclub, en donde se colocaron nuevos aparatos para hacer ejercicio. Pero lo cierto es que noto que los socios de Geba no van al espacio de Sportclub, porque en ese espacio se maneja otro nivel de gente. No es que se quiera discriminar a nadie, pero mezclar niveles es ocasionar molestias y malestares a los que por años fueron al club. En esos lugares se forman grupos a los cuales se les llama de «élite», que son grupos cerrados, con un nivel de personas que piensan muy parecido.

Pero lo mismo sucedió en la mezquita en donde yo suelo asistir, que se llenó de personas, de nuevos musulmanes convertidos que desplazaron a los antiguos musulmanes, por lo general de origen árabe, y así muchos dejaron de frecuentar. Y a eso me refiero con los «niveles». Las musulmanas conversas entran al Islam con deseos de aprender y muchas de ellas se sientan en el trono del conocimiento y quieren saberlo todo y competir con las musulmanas de años, nacidas en cuna islámica. Y después surgen los problemas de los niveles. ¡Y por supuesto! Tú no te sientes bien tomando mate con el perro en Nordelta; tú no te sientes cómodo en un club en donde por años se conocen todos con personas que no se adaptan o que quieren imponer sus normas; tampoco si eres árabe y conoces hasta las costumbres de los países árabes, que venga una conversa para explicarte cosas del Corán y que te quiera enseñar como la señorita maestra; no te sientes a gusto con alguien que habla con lenguaje inclusivo, cuando tú defiendes el lenguaje culto, el académico; etc. Vivimos en un mundo de niveles, en donde considero que existe una política perversa de querer mezclarnos a todos en el mismo nivel, como si fuéramos todos iguales.

Lo cierto es que cuando fui a Geba y le pedí a un profesor que me orientara en realizar algunos ejercicios, no me gusta lo que hizo, de mirar lo que no tiene que mirar. Entonces, me voy a los aparatos viejos de Geba, en donde me manejo sola. Claro, algunos no sé usarlos, pera ya aprenderé, cuando vea a otros cómo los usan.

Lo cierto es que esto de cruzar niveles y mezclar todo me huele a teoría conspirativa. Bueno, me voy a tomar un café. Hoy trabajo en un colegio público, de orientación artística. Según mi parecer: el mejor nivel en educación.

[nevesmose]

Next day reblog with some more about the Optimismverse since it got a good reception. Thanks readers! 😊

First of all a map, and a warning that I'll be using a lot of GW's goofy names for ancient Earth countries because I think they're fun.

Could These Powers Be Any More Central? (aka the Traitor Legions)

They don't match directly with particular Central Powers countries - in fact they're all more or less some variety of Imperial Jerman just because of the scale I'm working at and the fact that it's all happening just on the Western Front.

Night Lords - aka the Nachtherren, our POV scumbags. A regiment-sized unit so about 3000 troops in total but able to punch far above their weight in terms of causing general mayhem.

A literal Imperial stormtrooper. Paint him blue and you're there. Maybe a pet crow? Some skulls? Ah, you know what a Night Lord looks like.

Emperor's Children - aka III Corps although realistically it should probably be called Third Army. Gotta get the roman numerals in there somehow though. Commanded by Prince Fulgrim of Chemos which implies that Chemos is one of the states making up Imperial Jermani with its own quasi-independent military. May or may not be a principality with Fulgrim as ruler, or he could just be the heir to the throne. #NotBavaria

These guys but in purple and all either being Fulgrim or looking a lot like him. You know Fulgrim would wear a coat like a cape in that exact pose if given the chance. Props to the second guy in from the right who is hitting us with a 1910s "you know I had to do it to em"

Iron Warriors - basically just The Artillery doing a job wherever they need to be. Sorry Pert, no particular comparisons for you. I hope it doesn't cause any resentment.

And vague thoughts about some of the others:

Magnus / TSons - "Magnus the Red Baron" pretty much writes itself doesn't it? So have some swashbuckling fighter pilot wizards I guess.

They'd have to take off their giant headdress helmets though wouldn't they? Not very aerodynamic.

Horus / Sons of Horus - generic Imperial Jerman unless otherwise noted, but definitely dressed in that nifty SoH teal-green colour. Kaiser Horus himself is just regular Horus but with a pointy moustache and an ostentatious hat.

Look at this dude...

Mortarion / Death Guard - ya like gas? Mortarion likes gas. As commander of the Leibgarde (Life Guard lmao so clever) he will deploy chemical weapons anytime anywhere. What's that? They're not actually that effective and often blow back into your own lines when the wind changes? SKILL ISSUE.

Krieger? I hardly knew her!

Whose Entente Is It Anyway? (aka the Loyalist Legions)

Still quite messy and I have no idea where any particular primarchs would fit, but...

Albia / Britain

Albia is what GW mostly use to refer to ancient Terran Britain as the 30/40K people understand it, and the first Iron Hands came from "the clans of Albia" which is good enough for me to call them Scottish.

Like this but with a black kilt and grey uniform or vice versa if you prefer. Fighting in a kilt without underwear, call them the Iron Nads. Fun fact, the outer layer is called a kilt apron. Beneath it lurks the kilt itself. And beneath that... hopes and dreams.

As for England... I think you know. Dark Angels, nuff said. So Albia I guess has both Caliban and Medusa as constituent nations.

Franc / France

Lazy GW, very lazy. Anyway this is definitely Ultramar.

They're BLUE

And I guarantee you that Roboute Guilliman would dress like this in a heartbeat.

Maybe with the moustache as well if Yvraine lets him

I'm also putting the Raven Guard / Gardes Corbeaux in the Franc camp since I've depicted them as sneaky spying secret squirrel types and Team Fortress 2 is a thing 🤷‍♂️

Anyway, now I have an excuse to bring in this Horrible Histories sketch:

From which I conclude that the Fenrisians are Canadian and the Blood Angels, coming as they do from an almost-uninhabitable apocalyptic desert hellscape, are of course Australian (😘). Both nationalities gained reputations as highly effective assault troops, probably because they grew up with far more sunlight, nutrition and exercise than anybody in Europe did at the time.

Anyway, that's about all I have for now. I feel like there's more drama to be had from this idea so I wouldn't be surprised if I came back to it sometime soon. Well done if you made it this far!

A world not yet calling itself Terra. The Western Front, 916.M2.

An experiment for me in a lot of ways - writing a different style, using canon NL characters, fitting them into a historical AU, using a twist ending. Done in part as a test run for an original vampire-related project that I'm considering setting in a similar time period. Enjoy! 🦇

[cinnamon-flame]

Warrior cats au designs

I got inspired and decided to merge the adder Ravenpaw au with the medicine cat Firepaw au. It’s a weird hybrid but I think something cool could come out of this.

au notes below:

Firemint - born as a kittypet, he became a warrior apprentice after he met Graypaw and Whitestorm’s patrol. Few days later Snowstar took him in as an apprentice. However few moons flew by and Bluefur the medicine cat noticed his natural connection with Starclan and eventually after a lot of thought he switched to medicine cat apprentice under Bluefur’s mentorship and later Yellowfang’s too. After both his close den mates beacame warriors there was a terrible greencouth breakout in both Thunderclan and Windclan. Firepaw ventured into the twoleg place to find catnip. He brought it back and shared it with Windclan earning his full medicine cat name - Firemint.

Ravenscale - Apprenticed under Tigerclaw he was an outcast for most of his kithood. He later formed a bond with Graypaw nad Firepaw. He took it hard after Firepaw decided to train to become a healer. With only two apprentices training together Tigerclaw started to manipulate Ravenpaw into thinking he can’t become a warrior on his own. After failing to catch anything on his warrior assesment he reverted back to his quiet and unsocial self and started spending his time trying to catch adders at snake rocks. After few moons, he came to the camp with an adder, which was fully alive. He kept it as company and refused to kill it. Eventually other wariors left it be, along with Tigerclaw who backed off and mostly stoped tauting Ravenpaw. He took his warrior assesment not long after and passed. He mostly hangs out with Firemint and Dustpelt, he doesn’t have apprentices of his own but he helps other warriors train theirs, he is respected both in and out of his clan for his animal training abilities, he also tries to train ravens like Shadowclan cats. He publicy stated that he would reject the deputy position if Snowstar offered him it.

Graystripe - He trained under Lionheart, after he beacame a warrior he helped Firepaw with his medicine cat training for a while. While traveling to Riverclan as a bodyguard for the medicine cats he met Silverstream. They fell in love but decided to not do anything about this as the relationship between riverclan and thunderclan had been tense at that time. In the leaf-bare Graystipe suffered an accident while helping Mistyfoot’s kids and was washed downstream. The Riverclan cats found him unconcious and after Mistyfoot and Silverstream’s speech they decided to keep him in their camp until he recovers. It was found however that after he woke up one of his hind legs was broken and he couldn’t get transported back to Thunderclan safetly. Until late green-leaf he stayed in Riverclan with Firemint visiting him (That was the leaf-bare when he got his name), he mostly stayed in the nursery with queens earing his stay there as a secondery watch for the kits, at first the Riverclan cats were untrustful of him but after two seasons spent there they warmed up to him so much that they were sad that he must leave. When he came back to Thunderclan he saw that his home changed quite a lot in the two seasons he hasn’t been there. After a moon of this he eventually decided to go back to Riverclan for good and becaome apermament nursery assistant there.

Yeah the clan are a little bit different when it comes to rules in this au, and this is just a quick draft that I quickly written but I hope you enjoyed this.

[supernova1us]

Leonardo(2007)-he was too high and mighty and just overall a poor leader and brother for the most part. Imagine having the nads to be leader of a vigilante group, friends with a former vigilante and telling another vigilante they dont have a right to do what they’re doing; seriously?

Rapheal(Bay films)-he’s genuinely unlikable and really just represents everything Michael Bay seems to think an action movie character should be; im a merciless, tough guy jerk but that’s all ok cause im still the “good guy”.

Donatello(Rise)-as much as I love rise as a series, this donetello, while creative in his over the top techie portrayal, is also the hardest version to sit through watching because he is portrayed just so consistently obnoxious, arrogant and close minded. I mean can u imagine any other version of the character actually inventing gadgets to nerf his own brothers.

Michalengelo(2012)-this just feels like the most annoyingly immature, naïve and childish version and could get annoying to watch for too long. Also, not as much an issue of the character himself but I think at this point im just kinda burnt out on Greg Cipes characters, cause they all just seem the same now.

Splinter(2012)-this version just felt too strict and detached for me to really like, and as i prefer the yoshi’s pet rat origin for splinter, I don’t feel much for the mutated Yoshi version.

April O’neil(2012)-nothing really bad other than I just simply didn’t really get much enjoyment from this version.

Casey Jones(2012)-I really hate this version, he doesn’t match the typical character and I just found him really annoying.

Shredder(80s)-he was good for the series and time he was out but as versions of shredder grew and developed more over the years, this one just became more of a joke, even clearer so when he crossed over into the 03 and 2012 series’. The 2012 version was close to getting this spot purely on the level of pettiness that defined the character.

Foot clan(1990)-originally was considering the 80’s cartoon version of junk robots but they went with the time/tone but this version just seemed like less a threat when u realized they were just a gang of impressionable runaway teens instead of an actual ninja clan.

Karai(Bay Films)-this was just a waste of her character who contributed nothing to either movie; she was jbetter off just being a generic goon

Baxter Stockman(rise)-again, as much as I love rise and the things it did different, baxter stockboy just did not land or come out great. There might have been hope if we’d seen him more to be built up more but as of now, yeah he is the weakest version.

Jennika(IDW)-I just really don’t like this character, her role and especially her becoming a new member of the turtles. Unfortunately my dislike is exacerbated by how much she is overhyped many in the fandom.  

[kindred-spirit-93]

well said! im from the levant (jordan to be specific and have some syrian blood in me) but any further in any direction is very foreign to me. sure in the grand scheme of things jordan and palestine/ jordan and syria share a great deal of things in common but in no way are they identical or even close to being so.

also, the arab world spans two continents yall. thats a lot of cultures and heritages and history and geography. MENA; the middle east and north africa. parts of asia and africa united predominantly by language and mainstream religion. the region was the link between europe asia nad africa and was part of a very popular rade route, making it a natural melting pot of cultures and tongues

back in the day before borders and the restrictions that came with colonialism people moved about and roamed the earth as they pleased (my ancestors from my dads side are form syria but settled in the north of jordan) and it was typical to some extent to see so much diversity when so may ethnicities and backgrounds were coming together from all over the world;

jordan among many countries of the region were once inhabited and ruled by the greeks and romans, there are diasporas descending from russia i believe and several bedouin tribes and clans who possibly hail from all over.

extremely fascinating to say the least, and imo wherein the beauty of humanity lies :)

arabs are literally not the same. not in any way.

i’m a gulf arab, in a gulf country, and the way i speak and the way i dress is a bit different than my cousins in the next city over. so imagine how it is compared to arabs from other countries??

my friend on here is also a gulf arab from a nearby country. we speak arabic a bit differently. we both tweak vowels from formal arabic, but in different ways from each other. we dress differently from each other.

my other friend is a levant arab. levant arabs look different from gulf arabs. a lot of them are white-passing. gulf arabs have dark hair and dark eyes and olive-to-brown skin, levant arabs have more diversity. their hair ranges from blond to black, their eyes from green to blue to brown, their skin any shade from pale to brown.

me and that friend speak arabic a lot to each other, but i sometimes only know what shes saying because of context. she didnt even know the name of our traditional dresses. i dont know the name of hers.

so how on earth do you expect palestinians to assimilate into countries that aren’t theirs?

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Birdbrain's Yautja WIPs

Bird and Nad F are settling on "Hunters Between Worlds" as the series name. This is because doing a rewrite of AVP 2004 resulted in many, MANY changes to the OC-heavy Yautja fic idea we originally had.

Hence, we're going to waltz into the proverbial movie set and start making changes in the style of Tokuchi from One Outs. Some subtle, other more blatant.

Contents of Nad's AVP 2004 canon divergence:

justice for ScarLex

extended Celtic, Chopper, and Scar POV

justice for portrayal of Young Bloods - a more faithful depiction of them following the Yautja honor code (although the novelization was lore-accurate enough with Chopper's depiction)

look more into how wrong it is that the CEO-led humans took Yautja tech out of the rightful hands. Maybe. (Colonization diluted this author's heritage.)

"We're in the middle of a war." Yeah? Then why didn't the film try to portray this 'war', instead of what actually ended up happening on-screen? (Strong alien characters being overcome by exceptionally powerful individuals: Grid killing Chopper and Celtic; these Young Bloods not being shown fighting the xenomorph like the trained warriors they are)

the Yautja arrived on such a huge ship. There's many more Yautja depicted by the ship near the end, though probably CG'd in. Why are there only three Young Blood candidates on this particular Blooding Ritual? (The novelization had five Young Bloods, but still - not a lot)

justice for ScarLex. In more detail: Scar survives, for one. Next: if Scar has marked Lex as Blooded, what reason is there for the Clan ship not to bring Lex aboard? In any case, this canon divergence will establish ScarLex more deeply, and Scar can testify as to Lex's hunting capability.

explanation for why Scar didn't Blood-mark Lex after she used his Combi-Stick to kill the xenomorph that lunged at her? Maybe he saw her spearing the xeno as a fluke, but acknowledged that Lex had fighting spirit. Lex: "And to prove it wasn't a fluke, let me kill an Alien one more time." pfft LockPickingLawyer reference

a good excuse to establish Nad's Yautja OCs - but hey, it's a way to explore Predator communities, and how the older hunters influence or educate the younger.

also an excuse to see/describe Lex's natural hair being styled into locs. Birdbrain: "I mean, come on! Non-Black women Machiko and Caryn get to be depicted with dreadlocks even if they don't have suitable hair for the style?"

So, Fishfootidentity changes yet another canon trajectory, adding personal viewpoints and other flavor along the way.

BUT since this mostly means AVP Requiem events end up not happening, where would Wolf factor into this? We birbs have been writing many, MANY OCs and the clans they represent, and the founding story of a relatively new (and unconventional) clan - where the Elders were inspired by Scar being able to team up alongside a human.

Birdbrain wants to give Wolf a good role in that farther-along fic :> To do that, Nad should get crackin' and draft the AVP 2004 rewrite first.

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Next WIP (rough, nebulous development): Feral/Naru silly soft fluff.

Birdbrain: "I want them to be together. They share so many parallels relating to growing up and being seen as an Adult Who Hunts by their peers"

Preparing slight OOC in order to achieve "heartwarming story" payoff. Which more or less happens in other Fishfootidentity fics.

... Alright, we're starting work on the AVP 2004 divergence now.