#drangue

[legend-collection]

Drangue

The drangùe (definite Albanian form: drangùa, drangòni) is a semi-human winged divine hero in Albanian mythology and folklore, associated with weather and storms. Babies destined to become drangue are born with their heads covered in caul and with two or sometimes four wings under their arms. The drangue hold supernatural powers, especially in the wings and arms. He is made invulnerable by the singular conjunction produced at his birth, and can die only if this conjunction is repeated once again. The main goal of the drangue is to fight the kulshedra in legendary battles. He uses meteoric stones, lightning-swords, thunderbolts, piles of trees and rocks to defeat the kulshedra and to protect mankind from storms, fire, floods and other natural disasters caused by her destructive power. Heavy thunderstorms are thought to be the result of their battles. The drangue and their myth are extensively and accurately portrayed in the Albanian folk tale "The Boy who was Brother to the Drague".

Standard Albanian form of the name is dragùa. A common dialectal variant is drangue. Durham recorded the form drangoni.

The Albanian term drangùe/dragùa is related to drangë, drëngë, drëngëzë, "a small fresh-water fish that does not grow very big", and to Gheg Albanian drãng, "kitten, puppy, cub", generally used for a "wild baby animal", most likely related to the singular birth conditions of this mythological figure. In Albanian tradition, there are two semantic features of the term dragùa. Some of the earliest Albanian works includes the term dragùa to describe a dragon or hydra-like monster, such as found in Roman mythology and in Balkan folklore. With the same meaning other old sources use instead the term kulshedra. The other semantic sense of the term dragùa, which is widespread in collective Albanian beliefs, is that of a hero battling the Kulshedra, a mythological tradition already attested in the 17th century Albanian texts, such as the 1635 Dictionarium Latino-Epiroticum by Frang Bardhi. The term drangue is also used in some Albanian dialects (including also the Arbëresh) with the meaning of "lion" and "noble animal".

The legendary battle of a heroic deity associated with thunder and weather, like drangue, who fights and slays a huge multi-headed serpent associated with water and storms, like kulshedra, has been preserved from a common motif of Indo-European mythology. Similar characters with different names but same motifs representing the dichotomy of "good and evil" – mainly reflected by the protection of the community from storms – are found also in the folklore of other Balkan peoples.

Babies destined to become dragùa are born "wearing shirts" and qeleshes, with two or four wings under their arms. This notion that the predestined hero are born "in a chemise" does not refer to them literally wearing articles of clothing; rather, these are babies born with their heads covered in caul, or amniotic membrane.

In some regions (such as Celza parish), it is said that dragùa babies are only born to parents whose lineage have not committed adultery for three generations, or from mothers who were kulshedras.

The drangues are semi-human warriors with extraordinary strength, giving them the ability to tear trees out of the ground and throw large boulders at their enemies. They can also cast lightning bolts and meteors, or whole houses.

The wings and arms of a dragùa are thought to be the source of his power and if their bodies are dissected, a golden heart with a jewel in the middle of it will be found.

As warrior fighting the kulshedra, he is armed with the "beam of the plow and the plow-share", or a "pitchfork and the post from the threshing floor, and with the big millstones". He also employs his cradle as a shield to parry blows from the kulshedra.

These heroes may live unnoticed among humans and are thought to be "invulnerable, untouchable, and undefeatable". They have "supernatural powers which become apparent while they are still babies in their cradles. When thunder and lightning strike Dragùas assemble with their cradles at the Dragùa gathering place".

In southeastern Albanian regions of Pogradec and Korça, the dragùa is "envisaged.. as a beautiful strong horse with wings, who defends civilization and mankind".

"Male animals can also be born as dragùas. Black rams will attack a Kulshedra with their horns, and black roosters will furiously pick out its eyes. Only billy goats can never be dragùas".

Thunderstorms are conceived as battles between the drangues and the kulshedras, the roll of thunder taken to be the sounds of their weapons clashing. This shares many similarities with chaoskampf, a mythological trope of the Proto-Indo-European religion, where a Storm God battles a many-headed Sea Serpent. Drangues are believed to perpetually battle with the Kulshedra. Or he is said to have slain her for good, having knocked her unconscious by throwing trees and boulders at her, and afterwards drowning her in the Shkumbin River, according to the localized lore of central Albania.

In the Lahuta e Malcís (English: Highland Lute)—one of the most important heroic epics of Albania—the drangues are presented as the personification of the Albanian Highlands heroes, and are the central figures of the 16th and 17th cantos. In the 16th canto a kulshedra escapes from a cave in Shalë to take revenge on Vocerr Bala, a drangue. A force of drangues gather and defeat the kulshedra. After the battle they are invited by oras, female protective spirits, to celebrate their victory.

In the 17th canto the central figures are two drangues named Rrustem Uka and Xhem Sadrija. After preparing for a wedding ceremony, they travel to Qafë Hardhi (English: Grapevine Pass) to rest. While cleaning their weapons and smoking, they discover that eight Montenegrin battalions, consisting of three hundred soldiers led by Mark Milani, are marching against Plava and Gucia. The two drangues, with the help of local shepherds, defend Qafë Hardhi and force the Montenegrins to retreat at Sutjeska.

The belief that a dragùa can be born every day has persisted among Albanian mountain folk until recently, and there are still elderly people alive who espouse the belief.

In Malësia, a region in northern Albania and southern Montenegro inhabited mostly by Albanians, the locals believe that the drangues exist and live among them.

In Albanian folklore, Saint George and Saint Elias (also identified with the Old Testament prophet Elijah, possibly due to confusion with the Greek “Helios” as a translation of Late Ancient deity Sol Invictus) both have stories in which they fight (and defeat) a Bolla/Kulshedra. Saint Elias, in particular, is identified in some regions with the Dragùa and is also a weather god and provides protection against storms and fire.

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"You teeny?" 👀

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[< has only ever read fall of reach]

[pinkeoni]

fanart of will that really emphasizes his softness and smallness. big shiny eyes with a little smile if he’s happy and if he’s sad then sopping wet eyes with a red nose. looks like he would make a little noise if you squeezed him.

[cannibalismyuri]

I WASN'T LYING.

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after counseling (a talk w arush) I have decided to simply subject u all to my various art styles instead of sticking w one<3

[qulizalfos]

uhh the v v late debating spidermike ficlet for @drangues under the cut!

A classroom this stuffy, with thick air clogging up the space, hogging it and pressing in, tugging words and thoughts with it (very selfishly, Mike noted), was expected. More than expected, with this sheer number of teenagers packed into this small space was a completely and utterly, 100%, tried and true debating experience. But as Mike’s pen drilled incessant taps into the green notepad sprawled across his desk, he briefly wondered if it would kill everyone inside the room to, like, crank open a window or something. Ink from his last speech indented though the page and placed scattered and unintelligible lines acting as a base he was writing on.

Ah. Writing, a permanent hobby for him, the very reason he’d signed up for this crap in the first place.

Okay, “crap” was totally unwarranted, he loved his tiny debate club, dwindling in members but never in spirit.

But when his own scrawl spelled out something that had Dustin in stitches just an hour ago when he’d called him in a bout of unexpected indignance overlaid with exasperation, it set Mike’s mouth in a hard line and made it difficult to focus on the current speaker, words slipping through one ear and out the other.

Mike’s gaze zeroed in on the word Spider, and briefly wondered what might have happened if some other schmuck had suffered a bite.

But that was admittedly kind of terrible of him to even consider.

The scrawny kid currently speaking brought a neat reprise of the day’s theme, like distilling the pure essence of annoyance and spilling it into Mike’s brain. Mike estimated him to be about a year or two younger, and begrudgingly enthusiastic about debating. Mike would have totally resonated with that, if given any other motion. Because the boy at the lectern was just gushing about Spiderman, so much so it was funny, and he spouted some recurring point relating to how the city desperately needed a hero.

“Point of information.” A hand raised in Mike’s peripheral, and a familiar girl (was her name Lauren or Laura?) a couple seats down pushed her glasses further up her nose and peered at her notes. “As I’ve said in my speech, and as several other members of the Opposition have brought up” —a faint chorus of grunts sounded in approval from their side of the room at the sweep of her hand— “we already have the police, so wouldn’t you agree we don’t need a hero, necessarily?”

The boy’s eyes lit up, and he launched himself headfirst into another long winded spiel. “You see, that’s a common misconception…”

Mike shot a glance at his own speech, again. Trying to wheedle his Head of Debating into letting him switch sides without sounding desperately like a diehard fanboy of Spiderman (please note: Mike himself), then proceeding to give up at preserving his dignity and begging to please, put him on Prop, had been fruitless in the end, and here he was, regretting the missed opportunity of not texting the organizers that he was violently ill, or something.

His eyes scanned the book in front of him, taking in all his objections to himself. Funny, if he wanted points, he could’ve gone to Nancy and asked why she was so obsessed with taking down Spiderman.

But something in him couldn’t stand to see his own sister red-string every grief-warped perspective she had on the matter. He couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t turn on his heel and walk away.

It would’ve all been perfectly good, he seethed inwardly, if he could’ve been placed on the Proposition side of things.

And, Dustin was right. The first few speeches had been really funny, (if a little offensive, he thought, gazing at the overcaffeinated boy helping himself to another swig of Monster. He was actually getting quite worrying, Mike thought. Mike himself had a signature leg bounce, just his heel bobbing and occasionally the scuff of his shoe rubbing soundlessly against the metal leg of his chair. But the boy with the Monster looked like he was convulsing. Caffeine flooding through his veins, his hand was spasming on the table, he looked like he was gonna go run a marathon after the debate was called to an end and they filtered out of this.

“We’d like to thank the speaker for their very fine speech,” an adjudicator said in monotone, flipping through a clipboard in front of them. The kid sauntered down to his seat, grinning wide. “We’d now like to call the next speaker from the opposition side to the stand.”

Scattered applause, morphing seamlessly into a full applause, came from the others. A couple heads turned in his direction, and with a jolt he remembered he was next.

Shit.

He scrambled together his speech, snatching the stray sheet of paper with rebuttal (arguments he had against Prop that he’d dredge up at some point or another) after a second's thought. He crossed the room, heart rate almost rising past acceptable level as he dumped all the paper on the lectern in a soft flutter of sheets.

He surveyed the audience, and the adjudicator from before nodded for him to continue.

Okay then.

He breathed in, deep. “Hello, honorable house, members of the proposition, my fellow members of the proposition. Adjudicators, timekeeper.” He nodded in acknowledgement to the room. He hadn’t meant it to sound like it was quite so melded into his spite, but it had been a long day of worrying about this exactly, and here he was, hands gripping the sides of the lectern, poised to convince a classroom full of people that his own existence was a violation of morals. He wanted to think there were worse things to be doing on a Thursday evening, but then again, he’d just finished another terrible Netflix show, so. He was limited in options, not counting going out and protecting the very same people who were piled into a hot room feeding off each other’s views that he was a fucking con man, at best, or dangerous, at worst.

He composed himself. “My name is Mike Wheeler, and I am here today, representing opposition to strongly oppose the motion that this house believes Spiderman’s actions are ethical and just.”

Laura-slash-Lauren coughed, the sound muffled into her sleeve. Maybe he needed to control his current tone, which was laced with indignance.

It’s a debate. It’s nothing.

“In my speech today I will have a few main points, but I’d like to first just start with a bit of rebuttal. Okay, look—”

His eyes scanned the paper, settling on something he’d scribbled down five minutes ago. “We’ve all seen him, and the likely truth is that Spiderman is just a kid.” He raised his chin, making eye contact with the room. He wasn’t sure he even needed the speech. “I mean, we are placing the fate of our city in a teenager, one probably the same age as everyone debating here. This is just such a ridiculous expectation.”

A thump of the gavel. Points of information were available to be offered.

“Moving on,” Mike continued, and God, he didn’t remember the last time something felt so wrong, so laughably stupid. Here he was, reminding people why he was a lost cause in every life he could lead.

Get a grip!

“We don’t know who he is.” Mike trailed his finger under the sentence so he wouldn’t lose his place. His throat felt oddly dry when he spoke, and he began to wish he’d brought his yellow water bottle up to the stand. “And, let’s face it, if we don’t know who this guy is, we can’t be sure of anything. He could abandon us right when we need him most, and we wouldn’t be able to do a single thing to stop him. He could leave any time, making him totally unreliable.”

Laura/Lauren nodded along. Jesus Christ.

“Continuing with that,” he said, gritting his teeth. “While acknowledging that there are many false theories out there—” his mind summoned, unbidden, an image of Dustin, in the middle of class with protests flying around the room, calmly defending that Spiderman came around because of a mosquito bite, rather than a spider bite. “It’s plausible, Stacy. You’re just afraid of the truth.” Mike swore that the glint in Dustin’s eye haunted him until this day. “Spiderman is heavily associated with the death of Barbara Holland, and the police themselves claim to be looking into it. If that doesn’t suggest he—”

“Point of information!” A nasally voice interjected. “That’s a conspiracy.”

Mike wanted to do a lot of things in that moment. Namely, to throw his head back in laughter, or run down and offer up his phone to get a recording for Nancy, or let the building anger win and use a web to rip the lectern from the damn floor.

“Like I said, the police are looking into it.” Mike argued. “It doesn’t look good for him. Ethics are a core principle of any hero, and if Spiderman is associated with a literal murder, it’s well within the right of people to question those ethics.”

God, what was he doing?

“Moving on to my speech.”

This didn’t feel like debating anymore. It was rimmed with an inherent sense of wrongwrongwrong, like from every angle it was just stretched and distorted, one of his favorite hobbies but not what he signed up for in the slightest.

“Ethics are, by definition, ‘moral principles that govern a person's behavior or the conducting of an activity.’ and just is defined as being ‘based on or behaving according to what is morally right and fair.’ If we are going to place our own safety in the hands of anyone, they have to follow these. It’s a given.”

He paused, letting the words sink in, but he kept his eyes fixed on the sheet in front of him. When he opened his mouth to continue, sentences heaped on top of each other and scrambling to connect the dots in a calm and confident manner, he felt his gut twist into a knot again.

(He did everything right, all facts considered).

He made eye contact. He suppressed the anger racing around inside his head, driving it into the metaphoric ground with his heel. Truthfully, he couldn’t help but exaggerate points wildly and perforate them with hand motions, but since it fell under the ‘passionate’ header, he’d be fine. He delivered his points fast and smooth, and kept a level head when faced with an argument.

(All facts considered, everything felt terrifyingly wrong).

It was definitely one of his worst speeches so far.

And yet, that wasn’t why he felt quite so hollow walking out of the hall.

[yara-family]

Please, this is important. We are drowning in Gaza🚨📣.

So today I beg you after we lost hope in this world to help us and stand by us before winter comes and we drown again. We want to buy a tent or nylon so we can control the situation, and you know that a person in Gaza needs the minimum which is $1000. We are a family of 9, my mother is sick and has an infection in her chest. Two days ago my aunt suffered a broken hand and burns to her foot about two weeks ago in the last massacre on the Rafah Road

On the 353rd day of the war on Gaza, with the approach of winter for the second time during the war. Today we went through the worst day of rain since dawn. It began to fall on us and flooded our tent, our food, our clothes, and even our bed. Sand and water became everywhere. Not only do we suffer from missiles, there are many things we suffer from that are a million times more difficult

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[raghadayyad]

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I hope this work gets your attention 💜

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Ihope you don't ignore my story. You can make a big, big difference. I am in a very difficult situation. I'm so tired. I'm very tired. But despite everything that's happening, I'm fighting. All I have left is my beautiful family. I have no one but them after I lost many of my friends and relatives, our home, my future, my university, everything. I am fighting for my family. I hope you don't stop reading my post. I really need you so incredibly much. I want you to be by my side and support my story. support me. I want you next to me. This is not just a request. This is my call. I hope my words and message reach you.

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Asking for your help is the only way I have to rescue my family’s life and future, your help may become our hope when hope is far away from us under these conditions, every dollar you can help with may save a life, bring hope to a tired heart and save a future of a youth one

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doodle dump

not necessarily recent [2 are literally dated in may lmao], and no context for any of them

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[hearts-of-palestinian]

Very Important Update 😭💔

I hope that one of you will take over my campaign and lead me to my goal. I cannot find anyone to take over my campaign. Please contact me if you want questions or pictures. I hope that I will not be ignored, as is the case every time. One of you will take over my campaign and help me save my family.

I think my old account has been restricted and does not follow people or send notifications to anyone. So I did not give up and created a new account so that my voice could reach the free people of the world so that I and my family could be saved from genocide.

So for those who do not know me, I will write a simple introduction about myself and tag my old account

✨( @ahedalshaer )✨

my name is Ahed. I am a Dentist from Gaza, from Rafah Governorate specifically. I created this campaign to help my family during this war and get out of Gaza. We are a family consisting of 7 members, a father (naji), a mother(kawther), a sister (samah), and 3 brothers(jamal ,hamdan,and hamada). My father is diabetic and is very old, and you know that there is no treatment or medicine in Gaza due to the closure of the crossings. We were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis because of the threats on the city of Rafah, because my area where I live was considered a danger zone, and the Israeli army demolished our house. We were displaced and now we live in a tent, and the situation is very tragic. There is no water, electricity, or food there. In fact, our lives resemble the barren desert until there is no one there. Privacy at all. The bathroom is shared by everyone in the camp, and pollution and diseases are widespread.

‏We want to leave Gaza, my family and I, so that we can be safe, but there is a problem that travel costs are very high, such as a visa to travel to European countries. In order for a person to leave the Gaza Strip, he needs 5,000 dollars, which means that in order for my family and I to leave, we need approximately 35 thousand dollars, so I created a GoFound Me campaign. To help my family get out of Gaza. I hope that you will donate and help me, even if it is a small amount, so that I and my family can move to safety and help my father complete his treatment. I wish you happiness.

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