#decoding ancient lost languages

[arfansthename]

technically you gave her a thesaurus but you do you

[taniahylian]

Vertin and Esperanto

So, first of all, there'll be spoilers for chapter 7 of reverse 1999 under the line. If you haven't finished it, I suggest you to come back to read it after you do.

Alright, here we go.

First, let's talk about the incantation Marcus recovered from Isolde's mind, the one Arcana spoke.

It's an incantation in a language that, Ulrich said, Laplace has no records of. Literally, Enigma argued that decoding it in 24 hours was impossible precisely because they didn't have the language or any clue as to what it could mean.

And yet...

Vertin can read it. Naturally. As if it was her first language. And not only that, she also adds that the incantation that unlocks the suitcase is in the same language.

And what language is it, you ask? Well, irl it's Esperanto.

However, it's doubtful that the foundation would've no records of Esperanto, so it's only logical to assume that this language doesn't exist in the game in the same way as it does irl. In fact, it's likely the original language of arcanum. However, knowing it's Esperanto, we can get some in-game clues about it.

There are mainly two ppl who use this language. The first is Vertin. Now, we don't really see her cast many incantations, but the few she does cast are in Esperanto.

Why is this relevant? Well, because it seems most arcanists cast incantations in their native language. Sonetto uses italian, Kaalaa uses Hindi, Sophia uses Greek, etc. What's interesting is that, even though Sonetto has resided in the Foundation since she was very young, and speaks English fluently, she still uses Italian. Maybe because arcanum only works if it somehow connects with the arcanist's own roots, or something like that.

This implies Vertin's native language, aka mother tongue, is... Esperanto. But who taught it to her? Was it her mother? Is there any character that naturally speaks this language?

Well... yes, there is.

When Vertin agrees to joing Manus Vindictae in chapter 2, Arcana is pleased and says the following:

However, although the text translates it to English, what she actually says out loud is bonvenon hejmen, which is, you guessed it, Esperanto.

And this isn't the last time she does it. Later, in the same chapter, when Vertin is reunited with her team and is about the leave the manus, Arcana says this before teleporting away:

Again, the text translates it, but what she actually says is "adiaŭ", which again is in Esperanto. What's interesting, however, is that in these two ocassions she's not using incantations, but simply speaking... kind of implying it's her native language.

Now, Arcana is a very ancient being, I think we can easily deduce this. Not only that, but her name is very similar to arcanum/arcanists. And she even speaks about how the the "first magic circle" came to be, so I wouldn't be surprised if she's somehow related to the origins of arcanum.

So... what if Esperanto is the original language of arcanum? Maybe that's why powerful spells, like the storm immunity ritual, are in this lost language. Although it's not the only one.

That's right, the teleportation arcane skil, Aferoj Around, is also in Esperanto. Not only that, but it's described as "an advanced arcane skill" both times it's mentioned.

However, what's interesting here is that the Foundation and Zeno know this skill. In fact, they even have a number for it. So, how could they not know the language of the storm immunity ritual? Well, I lied. Because the only reason Laplace had the correct pronunciation and spelling of the storm immunity incantation was because of paper sent to Lucy by the "White Marble House", which seems to be an independent and very important faction within the foundation, of which we know nothing about.

But that's a theory for another time. For now I'd just like to conclude saying that I think Vertin's mother taught the language to her (or maybe she was born knowing it somehow?), wether her mother is Arcana or someone else with great knowledge of arcanum (personally I think Bessmert), or maybe even both.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

[linguisticdiscovery]

A lost Canaanite language called Amorite has been decoded thanks to the discovery of bilingual tablets, similar to the way the Rosetta Stone helped scholars decipher Egyptian hieroglyphs.

The tablets were written in Amorite and Akkadian using the cuneiform script. Prior to the discovery of these tablets there was such little written evidence for Amorite that some scholars doubted whether it even existed. Amorite was a Canaanite language related to Hebrew, in the Semitic language family.

Pretty cool, Amorite? 😅

[himbo-in-limbo]

TW BLOOD AND CREEPY EYES!….and skeleton..

More Containment Breach AU stuff! (AU belongs to @/teefsintheweb) ❤️✨ (vid is a funny bc the angle I drew Skurse in reminded me of that one meme)

Subject 1230s main goal was to regain its lost power, after being entombed for so long they’ve become weak and desperately needed a new host. Fortunately for it, researchers discovered their long forgotten crypt that if they finished decoding the ancient texts on it (in an unknown alien language) they would have learned to never expose this creature to a living being.

Not only will the host be used as a puppet, it will forcibly make them consume others. The host’s personality and body could change drastically hours after possession. eternal bleeding is the first symptom as its body will begin to PAINFULLY change to accommodate it to the entity’s liking.

It’s very intelligent and will use the hosts old personality (and consciousness) to keep itself safe while it bids its time in regeneration. It’s known to be quite charming to specific people. reasons unknown. A majority of the time the entity prefers solitude in its blood chamber.

Any form of physical contact from the wrong person will lead to the release of 1230s entity form of “Skurse” a 12ft skeletal figure that is very aggressive. Music encrypted with incantations can mellow the entity out. Not much info is known for Skurse since they rarely ever speak. they’re animalistic behavior wise.

[the other forms have no info at this time bc those would only “unlock” if they eat enough ppl lmao] it’d basically be the super bad ending if ADUMA shows up lmao

[junglejim4322]

Trying to read texts after I just woke up feels like decoding an ancient language lost to time

[zane-master-of-ice]

The truth is, no one truly knows.

The fang blades are ancient. Lost to time itself.

The weapons locations are hidden by a cypher no man has ever decoded. Not many know the ancient language of the old serpentine. Fewer live long enough to tell the tale.

well that certainly does complicate things doesn't it....

[vitiligoduncan]

Duncan headcanons bc i ran out of post ideas

- Duncan was a clumsy kid. He always tripped over anything, his own toys, the sidewalk, his shoelaces, the stairs in his own house. Mostly the stairs. In almost every picture of him as a kid, he had at least one bandaid

- he LOVES spicy food. everytime he gets spicy food, he fucking DEVOURS THAT SHIT. he even drinks the bottle of hot sauce like its beer or something

- he was a SUPER hyper kid, so hyper to the point that when he was 4 his dad had to buy a leash because he kept running around and getting lost. But he hated the leash, he would do everything to get it off and when he couldn't, he would just cry until his dad took it off

- his favorite animal as a kid were sharks and it's still sharks. he drew sharks, had shark plushies, wore clothes with sharks on them and even asked his mom for a pet shark when he was 5 (he got very upset when she said it wasn't possible for them to get a pet shark)

- Duncan has naturally fluffy hair, but he uses so much hair spray for his mohawk to the point it feels like a brick

- He was obsessed with ninja turtles growing up

- His birthday is in January but he hates winter, he definitely sleeps with like 5 blankets during winter

- in middle school he was forced to read The Outsiders like every other 7th/8th grade and it was like the only book he was obsessed with and Dally probably inspired his personality

- VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN

- He's not a cat person but cats love him, they always like run to him and purr when he pets them

- huge sonic fan growing up

- his converse are falling apart and held together with tape and super glue

- actually a good chef but he doesn't even know that because he almost never puts effort in his cooking

- secretly has a soft spot for kids, probably had to babysit a younger cousin or nephew/niece and surprisingly loved it

- Finnish and Korean

- He is demiromantic but didn't know until he fell in love with Gwen

- Arcane is one of his favorite shows

- He knows sign language, he had a friend in juvie that was deaf so he learned sign language so he could communicate with them

- OBSESSED with music and bands, especially punk bands (obviously), he yaps about them whenever he has the chance

- internalized transphobia, he definitely isn't cis but he's in denial because people told him it's not normal or something

- he probably doesn't use social media that much, he usually uses it when he's REALLY bored or wants to rant about something real quick

- his choker was a gift from one of his friends after he came back from juvie which is why he never takes it off

- his typing is HORRIBLE, reading it is like decoding ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics

- he paints his nails but he kinda sucks at it so it's always super messy

- He was online friends with Izzy on Myspace but he doesn't even know that it was Izzy

- He was one of those kids who were obsessed with cars

- His older brother showed him a horror movie to scare him but Duncam actually became obsessed with horror movies after

- Omnisexual with a HUGE preference for women

- He has autism, ADHD and dyslexia, but he probably didn't even know until he was in his early/mid twenties

[imaginesbymk]

MARSTON. ━︎━︎ ZSAKUVA STRICT PROFESSOR !

chapter twelve - ❝the british museum.❞

← previous chapter: FILLER CHAPTER - "ICEBREAKERS." next chapter: chapter thirteen - "milk, sugar + luca." →

fanfic info / read it on wattpad

SYNOPSIS — Y/N and Andrew take a stroll around the British museum while students from the campus find them... and capture it all on video.

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Y / N

"WHO GOES to a museum on a first date?" Brittany snorts.

"Lots of people," I glare at her through the mirror.

"Well, lots of people don't know fun."

I sigh at her. "Where did you go on your first date?"

"Bowling."

"Ah, yes. First date doing something you're not even good at."

Brittany glares back.

"Brittany, swear on your life that you won't go around telling people that I'm-"

"Going on a date with your Literature professor?" Brittany finishes. "I gotta admit, you have a taste."

Brittany opens the door for me. "Don't fuck on the first date."

My rule of thumb, when it came to dates, is to not do what Brittany did on her past dates. The worst case scenario is that I would tentatively listen and go somewhere extremely expensive, or let my guard down for half a millisecond and suddenly I get kidnapped. I doubt Andrew would ever try anything like that. That's out of his character unless there's a secret he's carrying to his grave.

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MY NERVES were at their peak. Reality soon hit me when the museum was in my peripheral when I went to the next street over. I was going to be spending a day with him. I've only spent limited time with him during office hours, but I don't know what Professor Marston is like outside of the university. He's strict, and I doubt the things I talk about with people like Brittany are appropriate for a first date, or just to say around this man in general. What if I say something that offends him? Does he have a type? Would he judge me? Is he politically active and biased? Old-fashioned, Conservative? I don't think he knows what a "vibe check" even means. What did he like to do in his spare time? Read or write? Listen to podcasts? Watch true crime documentaries? What music does he listen to in his car, if dark chocolate is still his favourite candy?

He was in the crowd of people scattering around the giant staircase, some taking photos, loitering or sitting, or lining up to head inside. I got a full look at what he wore. It wasn't the business casual attire he wore as a professor. A coat over his dress pants and the wool sweater would have fooled anyone to assume he wasn't an educator, maybe an art critic.

He looked up from his phone. "Ah, right on time. How was your journey?"

"Good," I say. "The tube wasn't too busy."

"Good." He stared at my outfit for a split second, feeling like he lost touch with his confidence. "I like your outfit today-uh- shall we?" I smiled a bit. Brittany picked out my outfit. We walked up the stairs. "Have you been to this museum before?"

"Nope," I tell him. "It's my first time here."

"Well, you're in for a treat. They hold some great exhibits, and their displays are fantastic. I know I'm first and foremost a Literature professor, but I do teach history as well."

That I was aware of. "What's your favourite era?"

"My favourite era? Hmm, that's like asking my favourite book. All histories have their moments, both highlights and stains of their past, and all of them are intricate and they weave with others until you can't tell where one thread ends or another begins. Take, er-" We both stop at one piece. "The Rosetta Stone, for example. It was made more than 2000 years ago with an inscription of a Ptolemaic decree written in three scripts: Egyptian hieroglyphs, Egyptian demotic, and Ancient Greek."

I nod.

"Translating the Greek text was paramount in decoding the Egyptian scripts. One culture's language unlocks another two thousand years later. It's history that has survived but can now also be understood."

I nodded in response, carefully boiling down how interesting history really was, and how much it fascinates this guy. Just by going to see the exhibits up close in person, I wouldn't blame him. "Sick."

"I don't know what it is about history that intrigues me. It might be that everything that has been is history. These displays are here for us to appreciate where they came from and to learn from people who existed a long time ago. But, it also tells us that as a people, we will forever need guidance. We will make mistakes and in the future, people will look back on our past and be informed by it. It's a never-ending cycle that we will one day be a part of. That is life. And when it comes to literature, it's how we understand. Word of mouth was used long before and stories were passed down through generations, but each time a story was told it would change slightly. Give it a few hundred years and the story might no longer be the same. With orthography scripts, a story can be set in stone, so to speak. Many people take that for granted, I think. How many years of history would be lost without the writers to give it a physical form?"

He looked at me, then looks away as his cheeks turn red. "Forgive me. I can ramble at times

"I think it's cute." I could listen to him ramble all day.

I could feel the embarrassment in his scoff. "There's nothing cute about it. I'd prefer to call it passion, that's why you also chose the course, was it not? What are your plans after you graduate?"

Come to think of it, where would I be in the next five-ten years? Owning a house with Brittany? "Actually... I have no idea."

"Don't feel ashamed by your uncertainty. I'd be surprised if you had a clear goal. Literature opens a lot of doors into different fields. Curation, translation, historian, journalism, editor, and those are just the ones off the top of my head."

"Did you always want to teach Literature and History?"

"Me? I knew I wanted to learn it but I never thought I'd teach it. Being a Professor wasn't on the agenda. Believe it or not, I wanted to revive one of the dead languages. There are almost 600 that are extinct, possibly more that we don't know of. But when I was younger, I was ambitious. I guess in a way, you could say I wanted to be a literary archaeologist. I had planned to learn as many ancient languages as I could, but I took another path. I'd probably be off in some hot location digging through scrolls if I'd chased my dream. Come, I want to show you the new exhibit."

He continues.

"Yes, it seems like it is human nature to document history somehow. Whether that be through pictures or a writing system, but then what happens when you speculate the use of pictographs and ideograms, in a way it is a type of literature, isn't it? Reservation of history that can be read. I'm not surprised by how popular this will be. It's a limited showing."

I asked Andrew if he had already seen it. He said no. "I was, um, waiting for you." We stopped at one that seemed to stand out the most to Andrew's eye. "Ugh, my word." He gasps in awe. "The Dead Sea scrolls. Beautiful, isn't it?"

This was what I loved so much about London. They brought history into a giant building to look at for free. Not even handling priceless artifacts with special gloves is enough to deem them fragile and far too good to even make contact.

Speaking of contact, I realized I was so close to Andrew that the fabrics of our coats were touching. I took in his scent - something I could describe in tablets of literary work, a sonnet declaring divinity and cleanliness. Was it Dior? It had to be.

Andrew noticed I didn't respond and chuckled. "Speechless? This is only one of the scrolls. I think there are more than nine hundred manuscripts of either scrolls or fragments, all of which were found in eleven caves in the Judaean desert. In one of them, it said the fragments were torn into fifteen thousand pieces. Here, come closer—"

Fuck. Our coats were pressed against each other again. We've been intimate before, and here I am acting like this was the first time feeling him so close to me.

"So, this larger scroll here is written on parchment. These smaller fragments here are made of papyrus, but this one here is copper. It's a strip because when the scroll was initially found, the metal was corroded. So in order for the text to be read, it needed to be cut into sections. It's quite something isn't it?" He looked at me, his eyes that I thought of the minute I drifted off to sleep the other night.

"Why are you giving me that look?" I frown.

"I'm not looking at you in any kind of way. I said, didn't I? I wanted to experience this with you. I know that you are someone who can appreciate literature as I do."

I knew from hindsight that anyone after seeing how good-looking Andrew was would do the most to do well in Literature 201, just to get his attention and have a connection while he grades papers. The possibility that someone who was just as smart and passionate about literature as I am, or even better, would compare.

Not that it mattered too much. After all, I'm the one standing next to him at the British Museum on a Saturday afternoon. It's a plus for having something in common with Andrew. I could listen to him go on tangents even if an asteroid breached through London. 

He continues, leaning forward to me so he spoke softly and tentatively. "If there's one thing that I know about you is that you have no trouble speaking your mind, and I can see in your eyes when you're passionate about something, that spark is one of the reasons why I became a professor. But when you have it, I'm entranced."

I looked around sheepishly, knowing he spoke in a normal tone that anyone a couple of feet over could hear.

"I can speak freely here right now. I don't want you to think of me as a teacher. I'm not thinking of you as a student but as a potential partner, who I can share my interests and thoughts with. Should we get something to eat?" He looks around. "We shouldn't have this conversation by The Dead Sea Scrolls."

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"I SWEAR they put crack in this."

Andrew smiles, unwrapping the tin oil of his food. "Museum food is always expensive but I can't complain. Being able to see the displays for free is good enough."

"So, why did you invite me to go with you?"

He stopped folding. "Why you? That's a loaded question. On the surface you're attractive, that's a given."

"That's it? I don't look like a bombshell?" I joke.

Andrew chuckles. "Looks aren't everything, but they get my attention. What makes me linger is what's beneath the surface. You're inquisitive, smart, and cunning but mindful. You're not afraid to ask questions or go after what you want. Beyond that, I believe you to be a remarkable person that I have grown to like, more than I'd care to admit."

"As your best student." In my opinion.

"I said I'm not thinking of you as a student here. I'm not bound by my profession."

"Okay, then I have to ask you something."

He nods, swallowing the last bite. "Ask away, I'll answer truthfully as your date."

"The museum is a very popular place. It's public. You're not worried that students from campus might see us?"

"I never want to think too deeply about locations. It's the events that we remember more than the setting. But with a museum, it's a public space with history and culture. It's possible that other students will see us, but what of it? It could be a coincidence that we came here at the same time and decided to explore together. So to put it plainly, I wanted to take you to a place where we didn't have to act or look over our shoulders. I wanted you to feel comfortable."

I smiled. "I appreciate that."

"I'm glad I chose correctly then."

"How about first dinner dates?"

"No, I feel like dinner is too much. This is hopefully the first of many dates and I don't want to overwhelm you. Did you think I'd be the type to do my own thing and pull you along without telling you anything? As much as spontaneity is good to have, it's better when there is a relationship first."

"And you... want a relationship?"

"Yes, that is what I want. Don't you?"

I nodded.

"Well if you'd said no I'd be questioning all your actions up until now."

We spoke a little more until it was time to move on to the next displays. Brittany was wrong. Museums count as a good date location. We were polar opposites in some ways. We stopped at the entrance of a room we had never been to yet.

"I have to bring up the incident that happened a while ago - with your friend," Andrew tells me.

I nodded. "[STUDENT NAME]?" The loose end that I had to stop pursuing anything with [STUDENT NAME] was tied, the eighth time I had to tell them I was sorry instead of ghosting them entirely, they didn't fade the disappointed look on their face. I'm gonna miss laughing about the Jollibee lunch we had, but it's worth ending it if I want Andrew.

"No, not them. That girl. The both of you broke into my office that night, remember?"

He was talking about Brittany. "Brittany? What about Brittany?"

"Brittany, that's her name." Andrew shook his head a bit. "Was she really under the influence of cannabis that night?"

"Yes."

"You too?"

"No."

"Have you searched through my laptop?"

I could not answer his question by asking why. It was his right. I invaded his privacy and disrespected him by sneaking into his office, not to mention pursuing him through an assignment. He was not wrong when he said I was bold and cunning.

"No," I lied.

"Are you sure?"

I held on with a pause not too long so he wouldn't notice. "I mean, I caught a glimpse of the screen."

I lied again. Being here on a date with him that I accepted just to tell a lie. "I promise I didn't touch it. I remember you telling me about boundaries between you and the other students... I'm not using you as a shorter route to graduate, you know. I already do well in your class."

"I know," he nods. "It's just that I had some personal stuff on there." If I gave in, I'd been meaning to ask him about that spam e-mail that my curiosity could not get enough of. I haven't forgotten that he had a brother.

"Don't worry. I was in your office for, like, a split second. If it was [STUDENT NAME], they would have pressured me to boost their grade or to take a photo of the upcoming assignments."

"For a head start?"

"Something like that."

Andrew and I kept walking. "I'm glad to know you no longer flirt with that friend. Besides, they seem to have moved on to someone else, so no harm was done. It was a calculated move on your part and it worked. Though, I'm ashamed to have fallen for it."

I grin. "Why?"

"Because I didn't realize how much I wanted you until I saw you with someone else." He noticed me raising my brows. "There's no one else I like, you don't need to worry. I only have eyes for you."

I laugh. "Cliche."

"I could say something much worse, like, you being the most interesting piece of art in this museum, or some such. But I won't stoop that low. I have standards. I'm glad I can be entertaining."

We resumed our stroll. I asked him about archaeology and he went on another tangent. He stops himself again before he began to sound like I was in Archaeology 301.

"I don't want to sound like I'm giving a lecture, so I'll leave it there. What have you liked so far?"

"Probably the ancient Egyptian exhibit."

He hums. "It's hard not to be fascinated by ancient Egyptian artifacts. I'd like to go to Egypt one day and see the hieroglyphs in the tombs. They're pictures, yes, but within them are stories. There's a certain quote I always refer to; 'History becomes legend. Legend becomes myth.' And in those dead languages, the tales of the past have been forgotten, but all the present needs is a translator. Maybe one day I'll pursue that dream again."

Again? "Wait, you'll still be a professor, right? Will you continue teaching?"

"Of course, I'll continue to teach you, but you're not the only reason. There are other students in your class, you know." He noticed the look on my face. I already felt a sense of impending abandonment coming my way. He sighs, leading me to the corner of the room, away from the group of goers. "Come here."

He looks around for a couple of seconds, then turns back to me. "At university, we can't be like this. We have to maintain an appropriate distance." I closed my eyes. I knew he was going to bring this up. Brittany hinted at this, too. Only I knew of it. What could happen if this didn't work out? If we ended up hating each other and I'd still have to attend lectures and tutorials?

"Before, I didn't allow myself to hope for something else. I took what I could because I couldn't control my desire for you, but now... now there's potential. I don't want to risk losing it. So if you truly want us to be in a relationship, then I need you to behave, not just in your classes, but in your assignments as well. Can you do that for me?"

"It's not a rule, Andrew," I said softly.

"You're right, there isn't a rule about professors dating students. I personally talked to the Headmaster, and she said the same thing. Though she also told me to tread carefully because it can be scandalous, and I'd prefer seeing you as a student in class and a... lover outside of it." There was no turning back now. I wanted Andrew and here he was, wanting me. But it came with a catch. We would get caught. Hearing Andrew refer to me as someone other than a student to him felt like I had struck gold. Would this last? 

We kiss again. For a moment the museum felt like a void, and we were clinging to each other before anything could pull us apart. If I did behave, if I knew better than to sabotage the prefix of our relationship thus far, I could kiss Andrew like this. Nothing could sabotage this, what we have.

"Will you do this for me?" 

I nodded. He smiles and plants a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you. Shall we continue?" 

I nodded again, and we continued walking down the museum floors. "What's the oldest piece of literature?"

"The oldest piece of literature?" He asks. "Good question. I know one of them is the Epic of Gilgamesh written in Sumerian that pre-dates 2000 BC, and then there's also the Egyptian Book of the Dead, but those are existing sources that have been recovered. Think of probably thousands upon thousands of texts lost or destroyed like in the library of Alexandria, even in perhaps in libraries we didn't know exist yet."

Again, I could listen to him ramble all day.

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I WAS SATISFIED. We earned a delicious meal that was filling enough, and we took breaks from walking around the museum. We sat on the benches that were accessible to sit. If I could stop time and be with Andrew for a little bit longer, I'd do it. But it was reality, and reality had a time check. 

"It's 17:00." Andrew and I went and stood over the grand stairs that descended to the ground floor. We stopped, a moment that meant a lot to me and hopefully to him. After going on and feeling confident that nothing was going to happen if we were seen together, Andrew was reluctant to even hold my hand. I could sense the nervousness when our hands slightly brushed each other. He finally curls his fingers around mine.

"5:00 P.M," I comment.  Andrew was tense. "Gosh, your hand is sweaty."

"Mm?" He stammers. "O-oh, the heater in this area is heavy."

"Right. I'll see you next week?" I held my arms out and leaned in. Andrew froze, like an alien that did not know what a hug was.

"Sorry," I said, lowering them. "Too soon."

"It saddens me that I haven't given in to physical touch other than kissing you and holding your hand." Ironically, he had let go of it. We stared at each other for a bit. He clears his throat. "Right. I'll see you in class next week." I stopped him before he and I went the opposite way. He was at least 5'11'' and possibly counting, so I lifted myself on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. Then I let him go. 

The walking distance from The British Museum to the tube reached about as far as thirty meters. Departing from my first date with Andrew by walking it off led to a lot of reflecting. That wasn't too much. It was a small cheek kiss and I made his face flush again. To see that from the same person I feel nervous about when he grades my assignments felt empowering. It's empowering to know I made him feel what I feel.

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[santoschristos]

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Jashuma was haunted from birth. The vast majority of the supernatural of this world has long since faded from view of mortal eyes and minds, Jashuma was somehow... closer to the edge, and could speak to and receive visions from specters beyond the veil. His first gray hairs came at 10 years of age.

Slowly over the course of his life, he would grow accustomed to the supernatural life he was born unto. As a teenager, he even found a... friend. A friendly voice, at least. It spoke to him, appearing only as a shadow over his mind, the voice whispered secrets to him, earning his trust and leading him to greatness.

He would attend the Academy of Facol Itoma in the capital of Masitochia, where he would harness his gifts, learning ever more about the secrets of ancient civilizations, their languages and theologies. He would speak to ghosts to find ruins and translate ancient texts. It wouldn't be long until he became renowned as the effortless scholar, piecing together old puzzles like a child's toy. Even his closest friend (and definitely-not-lover) Hik Lasok, who was himself a scientific prodigy, deeply admired Jashuma's near-godlike ability to disenchant enigmas. All of this flattered Jashuma, who couldn't even dream of telling the truth of his abilities to such an... orthodox scientific community.

Today, Jashuma's in his late 20s, graduated from the academy and exploring the world to decode its secrets with assistance of the enigmatic voice in his head. He's recruited the most particular and interesting individuals from his journeys, an edlerly half-blind lasho woman who fled Lashoashi after the chaos of the Uncertain Years (another worldbuilding thing), a paraplegic gardener from Maelach who lost control of his legs after his hometown was attacked by pirates, a young boy from Hylkibbi who had been living on the streets of the theocratic nation, and many more. He brings these people, often poor and struggling, under his wing (metaphorically, as he's not actually a bird person) under the guise of them being his servants, though he pays them generously and ensures their comfort. He's a damn weirdo, muttering to himself when he thinks no one's listening, but he's about the best employer you can have.

OOF growing greys at 10. That’s rough buddy

Definitely not lovers. Not at all. Not a single romantic thought between them. Strictly professional relationship.

Also we love a guy who’s out here helping the poor and struggling

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Faerie Linguists

Faerie linguists are a special and fascinating subset of the fantastical world. People frequently portray these legendary creatures as linguistic experts, capable of comprehending and speaking a myriad of tongues, both magical and human. Their communication proficiency allows them to create understanding and harmony across various magical worlds by bridging gaps between species. These linguists are renowned for their extraordinary capacity to communicate with others via language, which is a major plot point in many stories. People generally describe faerie linguists as small, ethereal beings with a strong affinity for the natural world and the paranormal. People claim that faerie linguists possess a natural aptitude for languages, understanding even the smallest differences in tone and meaning from birth. People typically attribute their magical powers and keen senses to their ability to sense the hidden meaning behind words and symbols. Their knowledge of language extends beyond spoken words; they are perceptive of nonverbal cues like gestures, attitudes, and even silence, which can convey a lot.

Tales frequently depict faerie linguists as diplomats and mediators, using their linguistic skills to settle disputes and broker agreements between various racial and geographical groups. Their abilities are extremely useful for preserving harmony and collaboration, particularly in environments full of many species, each with its own language and traditions. In addition to speaking with animals and decoding old texts, faerie linguists are also capable of deciphering the language of the elements, such as the wind's whispers or the sea's music. Their capacity to engage with the natural environment and its multitude of voices emphasizes their responsibility as stewards of harmony and balance. A faerie linguist's duties frequently go beyond simple translation. People regard them as guardians of wisdom and customs, preserving the cultural legacy and oral histories of their communities. By ensuring the generations pass down songs, stories, and rituals, they preserve the wisdom of the past through their efforts. For their cultures to remain cohesive and to feel an identity, cultural preservation is essential. By preserving ancient customs, Faerie linguists assist their communities in comprehending their history and navigating the challenges of the modern world. Literature and mythology describe faerie linguists as inquisitive, daring, and captivated by the mysteries of their surroundings. Frequently, we see them embarking on adventures to uncover lost languages or decipher historical prophecies. Their travels are full of difficulties, but they overcome them with grace and creativity thanks to their fluency in multiple languages and sharp sense of humor. Their travels frequently result in the revelation of secrets or the discovery of hidden truths that have the ability to alter the fate of their planets.

The idea of faerie linguists emphasizes how crucial knowledge and communication are to any civilization. It confirms the idea that language is an incredibly potent instrument for empathy and connection, able to break down boundaries and bring diverse people together. These mythological characters serve as a reminder of the elegance and intricacy of language use in our everyday lives, honoring the art of language. They show us that language is more than just words; it's a way for us to communicate our innermost feelings and ideas, as well as a way to connect with other people. Faerie linguists encourage us to value and investigate the diverse range of languages that comprise our worldwide community by viewing them through a fantastical perspective. They promote an inclusive and respectful environment by encouraging us to pay attention to, learn about, and value the various voices that influence our world. In this sense, the myth of the faerie linguists continues to captivate our thoughts and impart everlasting communication skills. Their experiences serve as a reminder that language, in all its forms, is a potent weapon for promoting peace and cultivating understanding. Understanding and empathy are at the core of all meaningful encounters.

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Decode Atlantean

Written by: Deborah Barnes Published in: Disney Adventures Collector’s Issue! Atlantis: The Lost Empire Volume 11, Number 6 (pg.46-47). Publisher: Buena Vista Magazines Inc. Publication date: circa July 2001.

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Decode Atlantean

Learn the language of a lost civilization.

Atlanteans have their own language—very different from the languages of the surface world. Use this handy guide to read and chat like an Atlantean!

Atlanteans communicate by telepathy (that means they can read each others' minds). They don't spend too much time chatting. But they do have their own language. A lot of modern languages come from the ancient Atlantean language. That's why you'll hear Atlanteans use sounds that are common to most of the world's languages, like "ah," "tuh" and "puh." But you wont hear sounds like "f" and "v," which are used mostly in English and a few other languages. The written Atlantean language doesn't recognize capital letters, and there's no punctuation. The alphabet consists of symbols for for the same 26 letters in our alphabet, plus symbols for "CH," "SH" and "TH." Atlanteans read from left to right, then right to left, then left to right—sort of zigzagging down the page. So you would read the first line left to right, then the second right to left, the third left to right and so on.

Atlanean Alphabet

Think you've got it? Try writing a note to a friend in the space below using Atlantean characters.

Speak Like an Atlantean

Want to impress your friends? Wrap your tongue around a few of these simple Atlantean phrases:

Hello: SOO-puhk

Goodbye: GAH-moak

Yes: teeg

No: kwahm

Please (to one person): BEH-kat

Please (to a group): BEH-ket-yoakh

Thanks (to one): PAH-gen

Thanks (to a group): PAH-gekh

What is your name?: mekh-AH-nik MOH-khin EH-seh-toat duhp

My name is...: AH-nik KAH-gihn ___[name here]___ EH seh-toat

What time is it?: Lohg DAH-rim EH-seh-toat duhp

All right! (as in "Good job!" or "Well done!"): Maht

Wow! (As in "That's surprising"): YAHD-loog

Cool! (As in "That's good"): BAH-deg

Have fun!: KWEE-yim

I had a great time!: KWEE-yim-limik

If you want to be ant Atlantean code master, check out the book Code Word: Atlantis for lots more codes and a cool decoder!

Notes:

Of course mostly this is used as a substitution cipher rather than a true language. You can see the letters for CH, SH, TH are literally those two letters. I used to think the spiral-shaped writing system in Artemis Fowl was ridiculous but directionality is actually much more arbitrary than you'd think, anything can work! Boustrophedon style (written in a zigzag) is comparatively mundane by comparison.

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Hieroglyphs' Dark Whispers: Egypt's Cursed Secrets DECODED! Rosetta Stone Reveals HIDDEN EVIL

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Unearth the terrifying secrets hidden within ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs! In this gripping documentary, we decode the dark whispers of the past, revealing the cursed secrets that the Rosetta Stone has kept silent for centuries. Journey with us as we delve into the lost evil and forbidden knowledge etched into the very stones of Egypt.

We explore the chilling prophecies and hidden meanings behind symbols like the Ankh, Eye of Horus, and Scarab, uncovering a world where gods and mortals danced with dark forces. Discover how Jean-François Champollion's relentless quest to decipher these ancient symbols unlocked not just a language, but a gateway to a terrifying truth.

Are you ready to face the hieroglyphs' silent scream? Prepare to witness the ancient curses and mysteries that haunt Egypt to this day. This is not just history; it's a descent into the heart of a forgotten evil.

Embark on a journey into the heart of ancient Egypt and unlock the secrets of hieroglyphics, the sacred language of the gods. In this video, we delve deep into the mysteries of these ancient symbols, exploring their hidden meanings and the profound impact they had on Egyptian civilization.

We'll trace the incredible story of the Rosetta Stone, the key that finally allowed scholars to decipher these enigmatic inscriptions, and reveal the dark secrets and spiritual insights they contain. Discover the power of symbols like the Ankh, the Eye of Horus, and the Scarab, and understand how they shaped the Egyptian worldview.

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The Language of Funeral Flowers: Decoding the Meaning Behind Each Bloom

When it comes to honoring a loved one, flowers have long been a cherished symbol of remembrance and love. Funeral flowers are more than just beautiful arrangements; they carry deep meanings that can convey emotions we sometimes struggle to express. From the delicate petals of lilies to the vibrant hues of roses, each bloom tells its own story in the language of grief.

As you explore this intricate world, you'll discover how funeral flowers serve as both an homage and a source of comfort during difficult times. Whether you're planning a service or wishing to send your sympathies from afar, understanding the significance behind each flower can help you create heartfelt tributes that resonate deeply with those mourning.

Join us on this journey as we decode the rich tapestry woven by funeral flowers—an exploration sure to deepen your appreciation for these floral messengers in London and beyond.

The History and Significance of Funeral Flowers

Funeral flowers have deep roots in human history. Their use dates back to ancient civilizations, where blooms symbolized respect and reverence for the deceased. Egyptians adorned tombs with flowers, believing they helped guide souls to the afterlife.

In medieval Europe, flowers were often included in burial rites. They served as offerings to deities and comfort for grieving families. Over time, this tradition evolved into a way to express love and honor during times of loss.

Each flower carries its own significance. Lilies represent purity while roses symbolize love. These meanings allow mourners to convey emotions without words.

Today, funeral flowers remain vital in commemorating lives lost. They offer solace not only through their beauty but also by connecting us with age-old traditions that celebrate life’s journey beyond death.

Common Funeral Flower Arrangements and Their Meanings

Funeral flowers come in various arrangements, each carrying its own message. A classic choice is the wreath. It symbolizes eternal life and remembrance, making it a poignant tribute.

Another common arrangement is the standing spray. Often displayed on an easel, it signifies respect and admiration for the deceased. This type of floral display can vary from simple to elaborate.

Baskets are also popular for funerals. They represent warmth and comfort during difficult times. Their soft appearance brings a touch of serenity to somber occasions.

Casket sprays are significant as well; they adorn the casket itself. Typically chosen by close family members, these arrangements communicate love and farewell in a deeply personal way.

Sympathy bouquets sent directly to grieving families express support and condolences. Each bloom within carries meaning that transcends words, offering solace when it's needed most.

How Different Cultures Interpret Funeral Flowers

Different cultures have unique perspectives on the significance of funeral flowers. In many Western traditions, roses symbolize love and respect, while lilies represent the restored innocence of the soul.

In Asian cultures, white flowers are often preferred for their association with mourning. Chrysanthemums hold particular importance in countries like Japan and China, where they signify life and rebirth.

Meanwhile, in Mexico, marigolds play a vital role during Día de los Muertos. These vibrant blooms guide spirits back to the living world during celebrations of remembrance.

African customs may embrace bright colors as a celebration rather than sorrow. Flowers can reflect joy as well as grief, embodying a holistic view of life’s cycle.

Each culture weaves its beliefs into floral arrangements, showcasing how deeply rooted these symbols are in human experience.

Choosing the Right Flowers for a Funeral

Choosing the right flowers for a funeral can feel overwhelming. Each bloom carries its own significance and emotional weight.

Consider the deceased's personality. Did they have a favorite flower? Incorporating that can add a personal touch.

Traditional choices like lilies symbolize purity and renewal, while roses express love and respect. Carnations are often chosen for their resilience, making them ideal for tributes.

Color also plays an important role in conveying sentiments. Soft pastels may evoke peace, whereas vibrant hues can reflect joy in memories shared.

Consulting with family members might provide additional insights into what would be most meaningful. It's about honoring the life lived and providing comfort to those who remain.

Ensure that your selection resonates on both emotional and aesthetic levels as you navigate this sensitive task.

Etiquette for Sending Funeral Flowers

Sending funeral flowers is a thoughtful way to express sympathy. However, there are some guidelines to follow for proper etiquette.

First, consider the relationship you had with the deceased or their family. Close friends and family often choose more elaborate arrangements. Casual acquaintances might opt for simpler bouquets.

Timing matters too. Aim to send your flowers as soon as possible after hearing of the death. This shows your support during a profoundly difficult time.

It’s also essential to respect cultural preferences. Some families may appreciate floral tributes while others may request donations in lieu of flowers.

Be mindful of delivery logistics as well—ensure that your arrangement arrives at the funeral home or service venue punctually so it can be displayed appropriately.

Include a heartfelt note with your bouquet. A few kind words can provide comfort and show that you care deeply about their loss.

Personalizing Funeral Flower Arrangements

Personalizing funeral flower arrangements adds a special touch to the tribute. It transforms flowers from mere decor into heartfelt expressions of love and remembrance.

Consider incorporating favorite blooms of the deceased. Whether it’s roses, lilies, or daisies, these choices reflect their personality and preferences.

Using specific colors can also convey deeper meanings. For instance, white symbolizes purity while purple signifies dignity and grace.

Adding personal items like photographs or handwritten notes brings an intimate element to the arrangement. This allows family members to share cherished memories in a visually meaningful way.

Incorporating unique vessel options can further enhance personalization. Instead of traditional vases, think about using teacups or wooden boxes that represent hobbies or passions.

Every detail matters when crafting these arrangements; they tell a story that celebrates life while honoring loss.

Alternative Options to Traditional Funeral Flowers

While traditional funeral flowers have their place, exploring alternative options can bring a unique touch to the memorial experience. One popular choice is living plants. They symbolize enduring life and can be taken home by attendees as a lasting tribute.

Another option is floral-themed keepsakes, like custom jewelry made from dried blooms. These pieces offer a tangible memory that loved ones can cherish forever.

Edible arrangements provide an unexpected twist. A basket of gourmet treats or fruit reflects celebration amidst sorrow and offers comfort during gatherings.

Personalized artwork created in honor of the deceased adds a heartfelt element to any service. It captures their essence through colors and themes they adored.

Consider donations to charities in lieu of flowers. This act honors the departed while contributing positively to causes close to their heart, creating a legacy that lives on beyond floral displays.

The Healing Power of Flowers in Times of Grief

Flowers have a remarkable ability to evoke emotions, providing comfort during times of loss. The beauty and fragrance can offer solace when words fail.

In moments of grief, flowers serve as silent companions. Their vibrant colors remind us of life’s fleeting nature and the love shared with those we’ve lost. Each bloom carries its own symbolism, acting as a gentle reminder that memories endure.

Research shows that being surrounded by nature can uplift spirits. A simple bouquet or floral arrangement can create an atmosphere conducive to healing.

As friends and family gather to mourn, flowers foster connection and support. They allow for expressions of sympathy without the need for elaborate explanations.

In this way, funeral flowers become more than just décor; they transform into harbingers of hope amidst sorrow.

Conclusion

Funeral flowers carry deep meanings and emotions. They serve as a poignant way to express sympathy, love, and remembrance during difficult times. Understanding the significance behind each bloom can help you choose arrangements that resonate with your sentiments.

Whether you're navigating traditions in different cultures or personalizing floral tributes, the right choice of funeral flowers can offer solace both to those grieving and to the departed soul. As we explore alternatives to traditional blooms, it's clear that nature plays a vital role in healing hearts.

In selecting funeral flowers for someone in London or elsewhere, remember that these gestures are not just about aesthetics; they hold immense emotional weight. The language of flowers transcends mere decoration—it connects us through shared experiences of loss and consolation. Embrace this beautiful tradition as part of honoring those we've lost while finding comfort among blossoms during life's most challenging moments.

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Ancient Codes: The World’s Most Puzzling Undeciphered Languages #indus #script #mystery #unknown Here are some intriguing facts about scripts and languages that have mystified scholars and linguists: 1. The Voynich Manuscript: Written in an unknown script and an undeciphered language, the Voynich Manuscript is one of the most mysterious books in history. Dating back to the early 15th century, it contains illustrations of plants, astronomical diagrams, and what appear to be recipes. Despite extensive study, no one has been able to definitively decode its meaning or identify the language it uses. 2. The Phaistos Disc Discovered in 1908 on the Greek island of Crete, the Phaistos Disc is a circular clay tablet imprinted with symbols arranged in a spiral. The symbols represent a unique script that remains undeciphered to this day. The purpose and meaning of the disc are still a mystery, making it one of the most enigmatic artifacts from the ancient world. 3. Rongorongo: Rongorongo is a system of glyphs found on Easter Island, and it is one of the few The Rosetta Stonef a writing system that has yet to be deciphered. The symbols were likely used by the Rapa Nui people, but the knowledge of how to read them was lost, possibly due to cultural disruption or colonization. Today, scholars are still trying to understand its structure and meaning. 4. The Lost Language of the Indus Valley Civilization: The Indus Valley Civilization, which flourished around 2500 BCE in what is now Pakistan and northwest India, developed a script that remains undeciphered. Despite numerous attempts to understand the inscriptions found on seals and pottery, the language and script have resisted all efforts at translation, leaving a significant gap in our understanding of this ancient civilization. 5. The Rosetta Stone: While not mysterious in the sense of being undeciphered, the Rosetta Stone is an iconic artifact that unlocked the mysteries of Egyptian hieroglyphs. Discovered in 1799, it contains the same text in three different scripts: Greek, Demotic, and Egyptian hieroglyphs. The discovery and eventual deciphering of the Rosetta Stone in 1822 by Jean-François Champollion allowed historians to finally understand the ancient Egyptian language, revealing much about their culture and history. These examples illustrate how scripts and languages can both preserve and obscure knowledge across centuries, leaving behind puzzles that continue to challenge modern scholars.