#i am a cackler

[limeade-l3sbian]

i love black ppl's laughs lmao

[akhret]

Gengen Wer / Negeg

𓈖𓎼𓄿𓎼𓄿𓅨𓂋𓀭 𓈖𓎼𓎼𓅨𓂋𓀭 𓈖𓎼𓎼𓍇𓅨 𓈖𓎼𓎼𓅯𓅪𓂋𓀭

Meaning of his name

Great Honker

Epithets

Cackler

The Great Honker

Guardian of the egg

Areas of Worship

He wasn’t widely venerated directly but the goose was venerated in certain localities

Offerings

Eggs, meat, bread, milk, water, goose figurines

(UPG) he likes chocolate milk and anything artistic. This can be anything that you craft yourself or even offering artistic materials (pencils, paints, brushes, clay, yarn, etc.)

Information

Gengen Wer, or Negeg, is a minor creation Egyptian god seen in the form of a Nile goose. He’s a force of creative energy and associated with artistic expression. He guarded the great cosmic egg at the dawn of creation, though i’ve read that he, perhaps, laid the egg himself in the form of a goose, becoming self created through his honking call. In the Book of the Dead, the deceased is said to be the gods egg or guard it,

“I have guarded the egg of the Great Honker. It is sound, so I am sound. It lives, so I live. It breathes air, so I breathe air.”

“I am the egg in the Great Cackler, and I watch and guard place that great proclaimed Seb/Geb upon earth; I grow strong, I live, I smell the air.”

“I have guarded the egg of the Great Honker. It is sound, so I am sound. It lives, so I live. It breathes air, so I breathe air.”

In the Pyramid Texts, the deceased is said to fly up to the heavens on the back of a celestial goose.

He’s associated with protection, due to his creation mythos. His creation mythos associated him with Amun, Atum, Ra, and Ptah. His association with Geb made him a protective deity of the earth, where people would wear tailsmans and amulets to remind them to respect life and to honor the earth.

More notes and citations here: https://akhretnotes.weebly.com/gengen-wer.html#/

[ihopesocomic]

if jasper dies the golden grove.. could disband? or maybe vicious tries to take leadership (as she is still considered queen, right) and is like “no!! you can’t go!! and you especially can’t take your kids!!! the cacklers!!!”

and careful echos clever unknowingly by saying “what cacklers, vicious? jasper wiped them all out.”

maybe silly but i am hoping for the best for these four!!!!! get away from this toxic manfail and his yes-man wife who desperately needs therapy but would never get it due to denial!!! i believe in them!!

Interesting theory! - Cat

[entryn17]

sighs deeply. add one to the isat killcount -__- (genuinely though i am enjoying my playthrough so far)

THE CACKLER. genuinely pointed at my screen and laughed like LOL. LMAO EVEN.

[bloodenjoyer]

i always get along best with people who hve the philosophers disposition But also i do click with any one who has a jovial soul. Some have both but people tend to lean TOWARDS one or another: jovial or philosophical. me im more philosophical. im not too jovial i think but i am a cackler. Very susceptible to laughter

[vanadiumheart]

What must be understood about my laughter is that I am both an unrepentant cackler and an absolute gigglebeast

[coolgirlvic]

A Gnoll Pack lord and a Gnoll Cackler from my D&D home game! I am pretty proud of how these two came out. The Gnoll Cackler is from MCDM's Flee Mortals! It's a pretty decent book if you like the striker/controller/support archetypes from back in 4e.

Fun Fact: The spellcaster's hood is made from human skin!

These two are just a ranged and melee grunts so that the fight doesn't end in two turns. I like how the expression on the archer came out.

[ayosdesignz-blog]

Dear cacklers...We are gathered around this post today so that I: current self proclaimed kinkshamer; may share my observations of one villain Kraven of the Spiderman 2 game.

That man is too excited by the hunt.

Too interested in dying from the hunt.

I'm sitting there watching some game plays and having things explained to me by my little brother and as more time passes the more sus everything this dude's every action is.

Like I'm at the point where I feel like the guy needs to stop what he's doing to take a cold shower and maybe take like 5 (hours) to just fuckin chill out.

Cuz the man's a freak.

Like: super freak, super freaky🎵

And I'd personally recommend that he gets all the therapy. And if he DO got a therapist he clearly isn't paying them enough or needs a better one or BOTH!

When I tell you...the tension was bordering on sexual in most encounters...💅🏽

Too many small moments...and I admit that I might have been exaggerating for the lols a bit as my ✨️dirty mind✨️ decided it wanted to act up.

But the scene where Peter/Venom put this guy in a scary tentacled chokehold and he had the audacity to look pleased and THEN TAKE IT FURTHER BY BEGGING HIM TO DO IT HARDER??!!!!

I was couldn’t breathe around the pterodactyl noises that were surprised out of me from that...

CLEARLY...I wasn't imagining things before that scene if this motherfucker is now over here going like: choke me like you hate me but you love me🎵

Except with the full on aura of: ~I love the kind of woman that can actually just kill me~

Looking ass.

Had me dying lowkey fr wondering if this dude had always been a sexual deviant or if it's just this game iteration. Because he's honestly one of the villains I don't really remember from my childhood.

Now Venom out here lowkey being a hoe, with his thick ass, trying to show everyone what that tongue do as I (yell at the tv and) demand he put that thing back where it came from is completely normal and familiar.

For comparison purposes.

I am not familiar with a hunter (in Spiderman) so thrilled for a hunt he's willing to do mind games to break a person into not holding back and undo their "cures" so that he can fight them when they're no longer themselves. Getting into personal spaces, constantly grinning, goading and insisting, what the body language is saying...and in the case of this particular scene...begging.

Now I don't know if this man is gay...but that was fucking gay. 🤣

Why he look like he might be ready to bust a nut over this other man ✨️~consensually~✨️ roughing him up? And there's tentacles involved? 👀 que the lip biting 🫦

Gotta be somewhat gay.

And that's kwel or whatever but maybe NOT want sexual pleasure in them maiming and then killing you.

Kraven? More like Kray-kray.

Cuz that shits beyond fucking weird, wrong even, and I will stand by this.

[momo-t-daye]

@cerise-grenadine asked me for 1, 4, 11, 21, and 27 for the Snapedom AU Ask Game!

1.) Do you have a name and/or a tag and/or a master post for your AU (so I can peruse your blog and admire your creativity)?

I usually remember to tag my AU as: “Self-indulgent AU” here, on Ao3 I have the student years grouped as “Viridian by Volition” and Harry years mostly under “The Godmother”, my master post (more or less in story order and usually updated) is here (and pinned on my blog!)

4.) What your favorite thing about your AU? (Does it make you cackle with glee or do you break your own heart?)

I am very much a cackler rather than an angst-er and thinking about the change in relationship dynamics between my AU!Severus and various other characters— particularly Lily and Tobias and Harry and Sirius— is a good way to make myself cackle.  Especially when I can come up with absurd shenanigans that escalate into chaos and mayhem because Severus isn’t so painfully isolated/hated.

11.) Do you know if Severus going to escape the gravitational pull of the canon narrative/fate in your AU?

I love Snape!lives and one of the fun things for me in playing with AU thoughts is trying to figure out how various changes can cascade in ways that will lead to Severus surviving and getting to deal with the daunting task of living after the war and mission are over, so, yes, the gravitational pull of the canon narrative will be quite strong and some story beats are very clingy (…because it is what I like to build off of and reflect on), but I do expect the changes in interactions/relationships/events to provide sufficient escape velocity!

21.) Is there another canon character that plays a major role in your AU!Snape’s life?  What role do they play and how does it differ from their canon relationship with Snape?

Aside from his parents, Lily, the Marauders, the Malfoys, Voldemort, Dumbledore and Harry, hmm… none with quite as major role in AU!Sev’s life, but Tuney and Tonks both play larger roles in my silly little AU than in canon.  I am fascinated by the Cokeworth years and Tuney was there and she has so much story potential of her own!  Tonks, for her part, is recognized as one of the leading experts on Polyjuice Potion to her exasperation and it is all Severus’ fault (golly, I should get back to writing that…)

27.) Do you have a snippet of prose (or an art piece or a list of headcanons) from your AU that you particularly enjoy and want to share?

Heh heh heh, an excuse to share snippets from “Revising Their Stars” (the title is a bit of a pun, I really like puns and terrible wordplay and maybe that’s obvious) because I’m still happy I managed to do words! Sirius’ POV (post willow incident, but there were consequences in this AU that stymied the escalation that led to SWM):

Snape was hardly a simpleton, but he could leap to conclusions like a rubber frog with springs on. With the way his scrawny body seemed to be trying to meld arse first into the stone wall, he had probably hopped his head right into some dire soup.

(Because frogs can leap, and rubber bounces so a rubber frog could probably cross quite a distance, and once springs get added on even oceans are hardly a barrier; and then there’s the oblique reference to the “boiling frog” urban legend)

Severus Snape had such tar pit eyes. The gaze was dark and inexplicably sticky as he studied Sirius. There was no escape from that sort of stare. … … Severus Snape’s full attention was intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, drowning in those lightless eyes. His bones could rest with all the other skeletons buried down there.

(Maybe it’s Legilimency, maybe it’s Maybelline. Unfortunately the geology in the UK doesn’t appear to have anything comparable to the La Brea tar pits, but I liked the idea because tar pits are dark and dangerous and very capable of holding onto skeletons from the past, right?)

[missolaris]

It has been six months since something like this has happened. Again, I can’t just stand idly by.

I have since recovered from the news of Technoblade’s death. However, that was comparatively easy due to the lack of connection. Even still however, I am not using the song in an OC animatic out of respect and the taintedness. (You can find the post about Technoblade for context).

But this is different. I’m not even sure exactly when I started watching the videos by Schaffrillas Productions, although the first video I can confirm I watched on release was the LEGO Star Wars video. This channel introduced me to Team Starkid and gave me a higher appreciation for film media.

The video essays were honestly what I gravitated to, especially on long homework nights or boring lectures. It was just fascinating the meaning behind different media.

How do you put meaning into such horrific situations as this? Recently the Bojack retrospective was published, and a theme from the finale was “is there meaning to death?”. But now, this has become hard to fathom, I can’t think.

There can’t be a meaning. The stealing away of prominent innocent people just brings an era of tragedy, staining all of the past with the blackened emptiness that is... guilt? depression? pain?

Death. Despite my horrible tendency to forget names, I can’t forget all of this. This was not fate, not a destiny. This was a freak force of some menacing cackler that can’t be justified. I don’t exactly remember the contributions of Chris and Pat (especially because I’m not a ytp kind of person) but that’s no excuse. THERE IS NO EXCUSE.

I should not be beating myself up. I should get back to doing SAT practice that I don’t want to do out of spite. I know that in a year or so I may have forgotten all about this tragedy. Death is meaningless. It just shuts of the meaning of life.

Fuck that.

I don’t care. I know that I have no actual connection aside from being one in a million-or-so viewers of the channel Schaffrillas Productions. I know that I may forget all of this in a couple of months. That doesn't matter. The present is what is important. And right now the present issue is the loss of two influential content creators, two people, and the hope that James himself makes a full recovery to allow the future a spread of brightness.

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Snippet of Chapter Three of Bloodhound

Whoop! Whoop! We have made progress! Like I said before, I am super-duper busy trying to survive school and upcoming tests so this is going to be written at a snail's pace.

Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy this little snippet of the next part of Bloodhound.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and male violence! I'm using stuff from my old fic Baying Dogs as inspiration for this and we all know that Baying Dogs was headed in a very dark direction.

“So,” you shyly began, still eyeing your surroundings, “how come you guys decided to do some yoga?”

“Felt like we needed it, I guess.” Gaz shrugged, setting a mat on the floor.

He dusted off his hands, looking up at you from across the courtyard.

“And it also makes me feel a little at home. I used to do this regularly, believe it or not.” He smiled, “But then we had… well, Shepherd and… the stolen missiles… But, you know, we have a moment to breathe now so I’m taking it.”

“As am I!” Rudy added, placing a CD into the player, setting the lid down with a click.

“I see.” 

Good on them, you thought to yourself, Good on them!

Perhaps you should make a hobby out of this once you’ve found somewhere to properly settle, eh? You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

It seemed you were enjoying it so far, relishing in the ‘downward dog’ stretch, feeling your body sing with gratitude as your muscles made a start in releasing some of the tension. 

Ghost recognised your voice as he walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of you in the sunlight, laughing as Gaz tried to keep you steady in a paired ‘tree pose’. He had to admit, it was a strange scene before him, the contentment of Gaz, Rudy, you and the instructional tape’s soundtrack of tibetan bowls contrasting with the backdrop of armoured vehicles and heavy cargo. Ghost couldn’t help but pause and watch you, no real reason forming behind the action, other than it being most likely boredom. 

“Steady, Y/N! You’re going to-”

You and Gaz fell like dominoes, with you landing right on top of him, howling with laughter. Rudy was the only one who remained standing, perfectly balanced, not quivering one bit. A small grin made itself known on his face; even with his eyes closed, he could tell what was going on. Though you were clearly no good at this, paired poses most certainly being not your thing seeing how many times you had fallen and taken poor Gaz with you, you couldn’t help but have fun. There was no real weight here to your actions, no real consequence for misstepping, no one scolding you or threatening to cleave your head from your shoulders… errors were allowed to just be. You were allowed to just be. 

Ghost was still watching, hooded eyes narrowing in curiosity. He was still trying to see what you were all about. Yesterday didn’t really give much about you apart from politeness and an eager aim to make a good first impression. Last night and this morning had presented a much more skittish side to yourself. And here? Well, here he was seeing certainly a more relaxed Y/N. You were a cackler, he’d give you that, unafraid to conceal your true laugh. Hearty chortles and snickers left your mouth as Gaz made a comment which sent you and Rudy over the edge, your laughs only intensifying as you watched Rudy lose balance and fall down. This yoga session definitely wasn’t about peace and tranquillity, but it didn’t matter, you guys were having a good time. Ghost chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he moved on to go grab something from the mess hall. He guessed he just liked the way you smiled. 

As you were settling down, still wiping tears from your eyes, you spotted a figure in the doorway.  Your senses told you this was ‘Ghost’. You felt your heartbeat begin to quicken a little, only to then die down once you saw him turn and walk away. Like a deer watching a wolf turn back to the forest after a long chase, you completely slackened with relief. He walked on, not paying you much attention. You followed him with your eyes until he was out of view. 

Did he not care?

Should you not care?

Did you overthink that whole exchange? Did you need to run?

Maybe you should go apologise. It would be a selfish apology, coming from a need to wrap this whole thing up on your end, mark this situation as officially over, but… maybe he wouldn’t care for it and just take it. Not necessarily accept your ‘sorry’, but, the again, you didn’t need that from him. 

The way he had nonchalantly moved on, like you weren’t even there, though most likely recognising you along with Gaz and Rudy, was comforting. 

“Okay!” Rudy’s voice broke through your thoughts, “I’ve fast-forwarded it to the… I think it’s called the ‘Shavasana’ part?” 

“Yeah, that’s ‘corpse pose’.” Gaz explained, getting up from his cross-legged position to go listen and assess the instructions.

He turned his head so his ear was facing the speaker, paying close attention to the CD’s soothing voice. 

“Yep,” he nodded to himself, “That’s the ‘cool down’ part.”

Then, the sergeant turned to you. 

“I know we’ve been giggly, but I think this part’s going to be better for us if we’re real calm.”

You nodded, trying to get the last of your chuckles out through taking steady breaths as guided by Gaz. You smiled a little, doing your best to focus as Gaz talked you through the breaths.

“In for four.”

You breathed in, counting away in your head. 

“Out for six.”

You exhaled, counting again. 

“Try to breathe from the bottom of your belly,” Gaz placed a hand on his tummy to show you where he meant, “and then fill your chest with air.”

You did as he said, needing a few goes before you mastered it. 

And when you exhaled, breathing out from your chest first, then your belly, it was like a part of you had left with it, dissipating into the air around you. 

“How’s that? Feel relaxed?”

You nodded. 

All three of you lay side by side, getting comfortable on your backs, ready to enter ‘corpse pose’. 

“Now, close your eyes.” The CD instructed, “Place your hands either with your palms facing up to receive, or facing downwards on the ground to release.”

Hmm, you pondered to yourself, closing your eyes, Do I want to give or receive?

To let go or accept? 

It was a tough call. 

There was a lot, particularly a lot of pain, you wanted to give up but at the same time, you wanted to receive the privileges of freedom, or at least have the hope to receive them. 

However, if you wanted to receive the boons of your new life, you would first have to properly let go of the restraints of your old one. 

Release.

You placed your hands beside you, facing downwards. 

Soon, you were back with your old friend, your haunted mind. 

In the dark, you could see the formings of your pursuers. Teeth, eyes, claws. Guns, bullets, knives. Body armour tearing, nails rendering your skin. 

You had survived them all. 

In for four. 

They were trying to put you back in the chase, when you were afraid and running from the Red Room. 

Out for six. 

However, you weren’t afraid enough to picture the setting. The pale moonlight, the forest floor, the echoes of howls and the gnashing of jaws… they were all merely descriptions. Just words. No images, no scenes. You refused to make the sights and smells tangible. Words they were, and words they shall remain. You couldn’t be scared forever, so why not make start on quelling that fear?

As you lay in your mind, another memory came forth. 

An older lamia, the one you had escaped with… who unfortunately didn’t make it. She… you were both held down by those dogs. Unsupervised, they had decided to take punishment into their own hands. 

You had seen horrible things. People beaten and bloodied beyond repair. And yet, that lamia… she had said something to you that night.

“You will learn to love men again.”

It was strange, but it stuck with you for some reason. 

“You will learn to love men again.”

You had denied it for quite some time, but in this moment of solitude, with it being just you and your thoughts, you decided it was right to acknowledge the apprehension that had been plaguing you the most. You were afraid Laswell’s lot could do what those Arcadian Sons had done. You were afraid that they were the same. 

You had denied it. However, the only other company you had ever had before this were either Arcadian Sons, the whitecoats which studied them and your comrades from the Red Room. And, as for the Arcadian Sons, a lot weren’t kind. Not all. But a lot. 

As shown by that night. 

Unit 4, the ones which had hunted you and your band of escapees, they were monsters. Regardless of what shape they took.

Men like them deserved to be tortured for eternity, put in pits of fire and burned for centuries. Have unspeakable things done to them. You wanted each and every one of those sick fucks to feel your pain, feel the fear you felt. 

However, you had forgotten to note that fear often wore the dress of anger. Letting go would not be an easy task to begin.

But you were here now and you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. You were in control. 

[the-gamling-dog]

Every time Dr. Matthews howls I howl with laughter, yet even I, cackler that I am, know not to mention the orangutan

there’s something endlessly hilarious to me about the phrase “hotly debated” in an academic context. like i just picture a bunch of nerds at podiums & one’s like “of course there was a paleolithic bear cult in Northern Eurasia” and another one just looks him in the eye and says “i’l kill you in real life, kevin”

[ihopesocomic]

I was thinking about something that Vicious said about Careful getting her name because she was so cautious that she let numerous hunting opportunities pass her. Obviously this is false, but I really am curious. How DID Careful get her name? Since Watchful and Wild are the ones who would have named the three sisters.

It's not entirely untrue, it's just a half-truth. Careful is just very particular about hunting when it comes to avoiding serious injury. It's a slower strategy, but it's surer. Naturally someone like Vicious, who would chase after cacklers, would believe Careful is missing opportunities versus waiting for a perfect opportunity. So my thought is it wasn't Watchful not naming Careful so much as Careful wanting the perfect name for herself. - Cat

[woundthatswallows]

i'm always like i'm not THAT stoned and then i can't stop laughing at every single thing wayyy too hard

[augustheart]

icicle thinks that he can be horny and a part of the injustice society because crusher is horny and a part of the injustice society. he is not crusher tho :/