#connecting with the ancients

[shatinn]

Sims 4 - gameplay/connecting with the ancients 

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[im-here-homie]

a happy audience is the key to the academy's heart

shadow milk design by @catxolotlquoise

[cryptidclownz]

[claraoswalds]

This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

[enlitment]

Trying to trick my beloved classics mutuals into getting excited about the French Olympic Games' mascot! ->

[uncleclaudius]

The base of a table with lion paws and heads. The top was probably made of wood and decayed over time. The inscription bears the name of the original owner whom archaeologists identify as Publius Servilius Casca Longus, the first of Caesar's assassins to strike him. Casca died in the Battle of Phillipi and his property was auctioned off by Octavian which is how the table ended up in a luxurious villa in Pompeii. It might also have been considered a historical curiosity at that time, just as it is now.

[blizardstar]

Me when Ashton Greymoore is denied honorable and meaningful self-sacrifice, and now must face the reality that they MUST keep living after it’s All Over

[cynomain69]

maybe the real doomed yaoi was the hermanubis one sidedly pining for kasala all these years we met along the way

[mintaikk]

"You wouldn't be shipping this if it was straight!" Jokes on you, ignorant assholes. I DO ship BurningCheese 🖕🖕

[paintpaintpaintman]

Got too much wool... their mom was a VERY wooly sheep (think equivalent of a baby doll) and although they inherited about half as much, it still is a hassle to deal with. Not exactly sexy, but it does give 70s Workout Clothes vibes!

Goat version here!

[serpentface]

The goddess Arweny, depicted in Setem-Whe ornamental style. She is usually described as a female elowey protruding from the jaws of a gigantic serpent, or as a small snake with a rat perpetually stuck in its throat.

She is considered to be one of many local spirits of the wilds across the vast forested region known as Nekhuatseth, and is venerated (and cursed) as the god of the hunt-interrupted. She is believed to lend strength and speed to hunted quarry, allowing them to escape predation against insurmountable odds. She is completely impartial, and will lend her mercy to an insect just as easily as she would to a person.

Hunters blame her when what seems to be a certain kill escapes, and pray to her when they find themselves hunted. In many places, it is believed that she will hide all prey if she is not appeased, and as such is left offerings of fruit and wine before any expedition. It is common in rural parts of Nekhuatseth to wear amulets depicting her likeness to ward off attacks from wild beasts.

A folktale from the Sykhilic cult (a Nekh and Setem-Whe religious order devoted to a lunar goddess, scattered in temples at the edges of wilderness areas) intends to teach youths about the dangers and impartiality of the wilds, and illustrates beliefs about Arweny's intervention in the cycle of hunter and hunted.

A young hunter walked alone through the wilds in the heat of the dry season. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were armed only with a knife and could feed only on what game and forage they found on their journey. They were three days in, tired and hungry and missing the comfort of the city more and more with every step.

The hunter stopped at the edge of a clearing to eat a few clumps of dry, tasteless grass. They chewed miserably and dreamed of the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. The youth had only a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now pinned them to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, the young hunter called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!”

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the stinking cat’s grasp.

The youth scampered up a tree and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in helpless agitation, for the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

The great beast stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey and nursed their wounds.

The young hunter walked along deer trails all day, but there was no quarry to be seen, and the scents were weeks old and unpromising. With hunger now gnawing painfully at their gut, they came upon a great river. There were water lillies growing in the shallows with thick, tasty bulbs, and the air was alive with frogsong. The youth crept out into the muddy water, hoping to find something good to eat.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized with a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, and ran far from the river and its dangers.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and dessicated grasses they had found along the way did little to abate their hunger. They needed to make a kill or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog hopelessly tangled in a thorny mass of dead vines. It squealed and strained with all its might, but to no avail. The hog collapsed to its side and laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the hog trembled and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines along with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The hog was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved.

[girlbob-boypants]

Merrill using blood magic to cleanse the blight is insane given the lore that the blight is a manifestation of the Titan's torment nexus dreams. Lyrium is the blood of titans. It's a source of magic. Elves originate from the flesh of Titans. Blood magic can manipulate minds.

Something something the shared blood of two beings is used to soothe their anger. The Dalish fixing what their oppressors did to others.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 223

Clockwork is Chronos and Kronos. He is time, sometimes split into many aspects but one all the same. Normally it’s not an issue, as at the end of any of the aspects they simply return to him, as the main body. It’s almost like a hivemind, though not quite that either. Honestly he’s not been able to explain it to anyone else, as it’s such an entwined thing with his being. 

Once again, normally there is no issue with it. However, instincts can bleed over, which apparently er, happened at some point. He’ll have to apologize to his aspect’s children for the misunderstanding when he gets the chance. 

He might have forgotten while dealing with other things, meaning he never explained it to that timeline’s children. Oh well, he’s sure nothing will come from it- he’s quite busy caring for his little ghostling who is turning out to be just like him, albeit with Space instead of Time, after all…

[sarnai4]

Gamer Gods

(Ares and Athena are sitting on a sofa. Ares frowns at his controller.)

Ares: Ath, can we play a different game? You've beat me at Connect 4 for 100 times in a row.

Athena (taunting): I don't see why 101 times would make a difference then.

Ares (pouting): I don't like this game anymore.

Athena: What if we played Sudoku?

Ares: No! That's worse! Let's play Mortal Kombat or Soul Calibur.

Athena (cringing): I don't think that's a good idea.

Ares (grinning): Finally afraid you'll lose?

Athena (frowning): You know what, fine. Let's do this.

(Several hours later in immortal time, Zeus walks into the room.)

Zeus (excited): Ooh! A fighting game. I want in.

(Athena sends Ares a look.)

Athena: It's not that fun, Dad.

Zeus: Aw, I bet it's great! I can't believe Ares is actually doing pretty well. I'll play against him.

Ares (ghostly pale): Huh?

(The next game, he and Zeus are on the sofa. The screen shows that Zeus wins.)

Zeus (eyeing him): That's the 3rd time in a row. I feel like you're going easy on me.

Ares (nervously): What? No, of course not.

Zeus (warningly): Ares, I want to really play. You were beating Athena. Give me a challenge.

Ares: A-are you sure?

Zeus: Yes.

Athena (mouthing from behind Zeus): Don't do it.

Zeus (eyes narrowing): Ares, that's an order.

(The next game begins with Ares shaking. It ends with the screen telling Zeus that he lost.)

Zeus (lightning sparkling on him):...

(Ares and Athena make a dash for the door before Zeus can get up.)

Ares (still running): We'll play Sudoku next time.

[heedra]

are you guys seeing this shit