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"have fun in chapter 5" they said
"oh yeah that one's great" they said
IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF
#chromacattios#xenoblade#xenoblade 3#noah xenoblade#im on chapter 6 guys but not all the way through#xenoblade spoilers#you know its a fire ship when the gays ship it#me and my partner matched noah mio pfps#i had no fucking idea dude#my art#my posts
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I'm whoring out my current favorite band with the most effective strategies I know. Go listen to Kanonenfieber.
Here's a beginner's playlist I made. Come back and talk to me if you like what you hear.
#mcives#kanonenfieber#using my reach for alternative purposes#y'all come on look at those guns dude#also if you're concerned with the aesthetics i promise they're safe#i've checked the abm subreddits top to bottom to check if they've been flagged#Spotify#this is so fucking funny because i was just minding my own business watching live shows#i had no idea noise was packing all that until he took off his stupid jackets#canon fever wow
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once again thinking about @void-dude's static ford. ough.
check this out
#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#the book of bill#flashing lights cw#scopophobia cw#just. the idea that bill has all these galaxies and worlds at his command. that he parties constantly and should be happy#but isnt#hes not happy. hes fucking miserable. but he has so much power.#and so many grand things. cosmos. stars. galaxies. so much.#but ford. who settled down with his family. is happy?#and that bill could have had that happiness but let his delusions of grandeur blind him? that bill finally found someone that understood hi#someone that when asked to look at the stars didnt blind him but instead admired him?#and he FUMBLED IT SO HARD?#in pursuit of a goal that ultimately would never make him happy but he thought it would and he destroyed any CHANCE of having that happines#(ford) back ever again?#augh#and him having to come to terms with the fact that he fumbled it so bad and that ford actually meant something to him?#oh man.#anyway.#sorry to @ u void dude but ur static ford is legit so goooood#okay anyway#animatic#tbob#op art#song is image of black me from evangelion#ill add id later. once i make sure this thing actually uploads#eye strain cw
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jaime turning women down constantly more bc he is very monogamous and in love with someone else right now for the first time and is also kinda scared of actually having sex with someone other than cersei is sm better to me than “i respect the kg vows of chastity so intensely rn actually because i changed into a good and serious person” or whatever lol
#i truly dgaf about that bffr jaime dude#like its a stupid vow that says nothing about u as a person lmfao#him in the bath with pia thinking of brienne like u r not fooling anybody honestly#like i truly do think its more copium and not being honest with himself tbfh#like he had a rationalization when pia came into his bed in asos too but then it was purely ‘i only love cers i would never’#and with cat it was so funny when he bluffing and was like uh i cant marry bc of my vows but i could still service u😉😉#he would have pissed himself if he was called on that bluff but only bc he would be cheating on cers and have sex with another woman#man that fucked his twins in a sept next to his sons dead body the moment he returned caring about chastity vows#his development isnt really about keeping every vow ever when most of it is fraudery anyway#like pls he is not keeping his vow to his king rn really 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#i think the vows and respecting them has a deeper meaning thats the whole point which ones do u keep and prioritize and why#like weve been thru this 80x being a real vowhead is not what makes u a good person 😭#deleting ur individuality and personal life to be an honorpillhead lol#the vow to cat has meaning the elite bodyguard vow to never fuck has zero meaning 😭#he was ready to break the no marriage vow w cers pls#im not saying this bc of a shipper endgame in mind i find volcel jaime hilarious its just i dont like it as proof of his development#like ill be real guys sex positive warrior gurm is not pushing the idea that keeping ur chastity vows is what honor is about#like i get that he wants to be better and he is figuring out what that really means but
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the entire fandom rn
#danganronpa despair time#drdt#elliot cuevas#whit young#charles cuevas#dude i almost wrote whit cuevas... not yet#don't take this as me shipping whit and ellie though ellie is (presumably) 11-13 years older than whit#i just think that whit would be attracted to someone who looks like charles. you know#fanganronpa#drdt spoilers#“the entire fandom” includes me btw#it's bc i'm a fucking syobai simp isn't it. i hate it here /j#serious theorizing later for now i had this idea and wanted to run with it#my art#fanart
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You know what? the best supernatural spin off would have nothing to do with the Winchesters and instead would be about Samuel motherfucking Colt because dude absolutely had something going on. And was tripping absolute balls all the fucking time
Dude not only builds a literal kills almost all gun (that no one knows how it works exactly), he also built a fucking devil’s gate and the series of railroad tracks that formed a giant devils trap in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming that was somehow also a great fucking hotspot to talk with Lucifer in the cage. Why the fuck would he build a devil’s gate and then the devil trap protecting it? Why could this dude not be normal? Not to mention He also fought a Phoenix!!! A Phoenix! The only Phoenix that has ever been reported to exist and whose ashes are the only thing that can kill the literal mother of all monsters. Which he somehow mails to Sam and Dean in the future using a phone from several years in the future that he literally just got earlier that afternoon.
Dude was on some serious shit. Man was definitely receiving the most violently random prophetic visions from god. Dude literally went, it came to me in a dream and built a weapon that’s literally still confounding people generations later and would function as a key to a fucking devils gate that would literally be the first step in so much shit going down in so little time generations later . Wouldn’t have even surprised me if they also said he was responsible for Ruby’s knife.
He also, most importantly, is from the wild wild fucking west!!! How cool would a show about that be? A fucking genius inventor hunts monsters in the Wild West while some being he knows nothing about but deeply suspects is giving him blueprints for big, wild things and weapons for how to stop them, or at least slow them down.
#also he thinks the colt is cursed???? what’s up with that? like o could understand if it came with any life threatening fine print#but from what we’ve seen it’s pretty much soley useful#but something had him scared of it#so much so he wouldn’t even lend it to Sam someone who was clearly in his profession and he thought was decently skilled#It also would be an awesome chance to bring back the demon belphegor#you know the sassy ARCH DEMON OF DISCOVERIES?!?!??!?#A sassy demon would play off so well against a bone tired cowboy Hunter I can’t even#Abd then it’s like who sent him?#is it part of Lucifer’s plan?#Heaven’s#is this just another side story that Chuck got a little to invested in?#or is Belphegor just hear for a couple of laughs#Samuel Colt a fucking legend#a good time and a chance to fuck up a dude’s night?#god CW hire me I could be sooo good#like a western horror dramedy? god yes#throwing thoughts to the void#supernatural doesn’t so much have good ideas as it trips and stumbles into the occasional earth shattering concept.#the CW are cowards and they need to hire me#supernatural#supernatural belphegor#Samuel colt#spn#the winchester brothers#sam winchester#dean winchester#lucifer spn#heaven spn
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What a touching speech...
Happy Let Papyrus Say Fuck day! The event is hosted by @insanelyadd | @letpapyrussayfuckofficial (And this design I drew for Paps is a mix of all their Ambassador Papyrus designs!)
#cw: swearing#swearing#letpapyrussayfuck#letpapyrussayfuck 2023#let papyrus say fuck#undertale#undertale fandom#papyrus#classic!papyrus#ambassador papyrus#toriel#classic!toriel#frisk#classic!frisk#I wanted to make one of those PTA Sans but it's Papyrus#I NEED PTA PAPYRUS#I sadly had no ideas for it but hey Ambassador Papyrus is cool too.#I beg someone plz give me PTA Papyrus.#Anyway I'm wearing my Cool Dude t-shirt today whohoooo#Btw I'm so happy with Frisk's design huhuh
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Hirano can be very based sometimes I think
#very poor handling of DID tbh but I kinda fuck with the concept actually#'penis!' same dude#hellsing#kouta hirano#heinkel wulf#yumie takagi#'why did you include this' 'i wanted to' ass response. based as fuck#hirano is off the shits in 99% of his writing. shit happens bc he had an idea at 2am once and he thought it was funny or cool#i think we should incorporate yumie's DID in a more realistic manner. actually I should absolutely explore it
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Sometimes I think about how Nightow said something like (and I'm paraphrasing here) Vash only stays "Vash the Stampede" at the end of Trimax and continues to play that role simply because he doesn't know what to do
#Trigun#Trimax#Trimax Spoilers#TrigunBookclub#This man has no fucking idea how to live or how to want to live#Which#Such a fucking big mood my dude#I probably won't be able to finish reading bookclub#But that last chapter makes me SO sad man#I was hoping this reread would reframe it#So many folks that I've shared theories and thoughts with have the opposite view I had at the end of my first reading#But alas#I probably won't have the time#So it shall stay sad in my head#Btw I do NOT have this article source on hand#But I think it's the same one I mentioned on the post I reblogged a bit ago#Hence me chewing on it#Pls correct me if I'm not remembering the gist right
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Artists on Instagram and tiktok and most other sites are the strongest people on earth because the comments are always fied with so many stupid people. I'd be murdering them if that was on my posts.
People have no idea what the fuck art is.
#for context: a bunch of people hating on someone for creating art in a fun way.#it was abstract art#the person in the video was just throwing paint on the canvas and they were using different objects to make interesting pattens and stuff#and the comments were just FILLED with people going 🤡“#like SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP.#“i could do this too” OKAY DO IT THEN#ART IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN. THE PERSON IS LITERALLY JUST HAVING FUN#also i hate hate hate when someone posts “bad art” on purpose and the comments tell them how their 3 year old child could do it better-#LIKE OH MY FUCKING GOD. SHUT UR GOD DAMN MOUTH. NO ONE CARES.#THE ART IS BAD ON PURPOSE. ITS THE ART STYLE. THE “UGLY” IS ON PURPOSE. ITS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT#ALSO. STOP BEING MEAN TO NEW ARTISTS WHO ARE JUST STARTING OUT TOO#LIKE FUCK DUDE#art isnt just realism and proper body proportions its literally whatever the fuck you want it to be#you created something and you had fun doing so? congrats you made art! doesnt matter if its good or not you made it!!! its art!!!!@@#idk people just have no idea what art is.#not every artwork is gonna look like a fucking monet painting
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I don't think I'm capable of drawing King Z not grinning like a maniac. Cereal mascot lookin ass
#Tony the Tiger's humansona#I'm so glad he lived you have no idea#when he revealed he had cancer I was like well Goodbye Ezekiel I GUESS. fuck.#he got kinda.. sidelined though didn't he?#far too cool of a dude to get as little focus as he did#I hope he comes back in one of the spinoffs#less characters. more time with him.#the nose piercing is from the comics btw#adds a lil somethin#the walking dead#the walking dead fanart#twd#twd fanart#king ezekiel#ezekiel sutton#scribbles
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hm wetland field biology course this summer has got me thinking.
what if you had to wake up super early for class but your alarm didn't go off in time and so you had to rush out the door without being able to take your morning pee first because your professor wanted to leave at 8 am on the dot because there's a long drive ahead to the site you'll all be working in today. and of course they're not going to wait for you to use the bathroom on campus first before you all pile onto the bus because they already waited a good 5-10 minutes for you to get there and they don't want to wait any longer.
so you grit your teeth and board the bus, hauling your heavy bag with you and setting it on your lap so your classmates have room to sit still, the bulk of it digging into your torso in a way that you can't quite make comfortable and that pushes into you even more whenever your bus hits a bumpy stretch of road (all the more common the further you stray from civilization), or when the person sitting next to you shifts around, or when you have to pull your water bottle out for a drink, and boy do you--the bus is stuffy already, and as the summer day begins to heat up more, it's only getting worse. and it's not like the water stored in your bladder is going to get reabsorbed back into your dehydrating body, is it?
after a couple long hours, you finally reach the site your class will be working in today. you wince as you drag yourself out of your seat with your bag behind you--fortunately, it's heavy enough that you don't look too suspicious stepping out onto the gravel road hunched-over. the professor begins relaying the plans for today as the rest of the class stands around, as attentive as they can be on this humid hot day, but you're too distracted by the growing, now almost painful pressure in your lower abdomen to pay them any mind. you look behind you to see if there's maybe any shrubs you can step behind real quick to relieve yourself--
and it's all standing water. it's a gentle, mucky slope down into an emergent marsh, covered in lily pads with cattails and arrowheads sticking out from the span of murky water. water that's gently rippling against the vegetation with every gust of wind. water that's broken by the occasional splash of a frog leaping out, or perhaps an osprey diving in. water that's running down the back of a diving duck as it resurfaces, dribbling back down into the pond in a way only you can notice. and it's deep, too, going far up these cattail stems and oh God. you have to wear your chest waders today. your heavy, heavy, waterproof chest waders, so you can get deep into the marsh.
you tune back in to your lesson as the rest of the class slips into their own waders--you don't know why you're going in there today, all you know is that you are and you need to put on your waders and that can only begin with an excruciating kneel down to untie your sneakers. you take as deep a breath as you can handle to steel yourself before slowly lowering yourself down, just enough so you can pee your pants--no. so you can untie your shoes. but you peed a little, just now. did you? no you didn't. you're being paranoid. you're not pissing your pants as a grown college student, and certainly not in front of your class. you can't be, so you're not. and so you untied one shoe without leaking again (but you didn't leak, you can't have, please not here and not now). you can't handle the idea of shifting your weight onto your other knee to untie your second shoe, so you choose the worse idea of contorting yourself enough to reach the other sneakers laces in your current position, which jams your overfilling bladder into your knee in a way that definitely didn't squeeze another spurt out, no way it did. and then you stand up, gripping onto the thighs of your pants to resist your urge to grab your crotch instead as the mass inside you shifts down, pressing harder than ever.
but your waders. you need your waders. fuck.
you kick off your sneakers and grab for your chest waders and, stifling a whimper, lift your leg up like a dog who's about to pee in the grass, wouldn't that feel so nice, it all gushing out and splattering against the ground, but you're not a dog, you're a field biology student that needs to put your chest waders on and you can't afford to pee yourself like you almost did just now. and so you lift your leg and your thigh pushes even harder into your now-distended bladder as you wrangle your limb into your oversized waders, followed by your second leg and another squirt into your pants (maybe it's a good thing you're wearing waders today, so nobody can see the wet spot you think is growing on your pants now). after bending down to help pull your waders up over your legs and sensitive, bulging abdomen, kneading your bladder like a ball of dough with your stupid little "I bought the wrong size and these are too big to easily put on" dance, your clip your waders on with the buckles by your shoulders and you are ready.
and by the time you finished, everyone else had already moved past you, and you can see them several yards away already, standing around the professor as they show you some stupid fucking plant with water dripping from the roots and splashing onto the water below.
you should get a move on, so you do. and you step into the mucky slope, and it's soft. it's muck, so of course it is, it's just mud but shittier. but you're moving! you're moving and you're making it over to your class and maybe you can say you just had a ton of rocks in your show and that's why you were slow! or maybe you were getting another drink because it's so hot out today, and the thought of water, a whole gallon of it, sloshing around in a water bottle with every step just like your pee is sloshing inside you with every step, just thinking about it is making each drop of that gallon trickle into your bladder and it hurts--
and it released another spurt, much larger than it had before, as you suddenly plunge into the muck up to your hips. guess it was a steep drop into the water!
you clench down harder than you ever have in your life as you try to stop the stream and not think about that splash as you fell into the water and definitely not think about how your whole class is looking at you now. and they want you to come over, of course, so you don't hold them up even more. so you try to go over. but you cant. the muck has sucked you right in, and every time you jerk your leg to free yourself, your hold over your bladder muscles gets weaker and weaker, with every jolt of force from your leg and hips smashing into the great rock in your abdomen, jostling even more pee out of it with every move you make to try to free yourself.
and now one of your classmates is coming over to free you, and theyre splashing so much water around as they move towards you, and you can't stop peeing--you can't stop peeing? you can't stop peeing! your bladder, with a stubborn, angry shock of pain, has decided it finally had enough, and now youre helplessly filling your waterproof waders with fresh, hot pee as you look in the eyes of your classmate coming to rescue you from the muck.
how are you supposed to explain to them that you can't join the rest of your class, because your waders are so filled with your pee that they're too heavy to safely walk in the water with now?
#omo#text#I have no idea if this post is anything to anybody else but like chest waders fucking suck dude#and in my defense I have many long car rides for this class#so I have had a lot of time to think about just how badly they can suck in some.. very specific situations
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#i wanna leave the image alone#which means alll my thoughts are in tags#:P#idunno#ive had this idea for a while now#and#ug#yeah i got it out#also note to self#fuck tropical shirts#never again#No#longest part#also#yes this is based of the 50 pound of butter giant crab post#or at least that's where the top image comes from#uhhh#oh!#valintin was based as hell about flannel#so yoink#nor's a bit more solid here to fit in with the styly#which!#lineless#i don't normally do that but#well i did jenny like it by accident and here we are#norm's supossed to be personified guy mc dude#so#he's boring#i'll do a good cool desing at some point but ehhh#opn fanart
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HOSPITALITY AND GIFT ECONOMY IN THE HIGHLANDS: A POST.
Rites of hospitality are of key importance and taken very seriously in this cultural context, especially given the frequency at which individuals will be traveling (as herders, or along intra-Highlands trade routes). These rites exist as the concept of 'Shiab's peace', a divinely mandated contract of hospitality under the watch of Shiab, goddess of the hearth and of travelers. This is invoked with a standardized verbal exchange with a member of the household- the prospective guest will greet with “I would ask Shiab’s peace of you”, the host, if accepting, will respond with “You will have Shiab’s peace here.” While not explicitly an oath, it is understood as such and ascribed the same profound significance (both social and spiritual consequences for violation).
A potential host can refuse (though usually doesn't, hosting is an honor and can be a power play), but the mere request for Shiab's peace imbues temporary spiritual protection on the asker- one’s most loathed enemy must at least be allowed to leave unharmed, even if denied guest rite. (This isn’t a get out of jail free card, a request for Shiab’s peace is a request for hospitality, not mercy, the goddess will not be protecting you if you attempt to use it in the midst of combat or etc).
Once mutually invoked, the expectations of Shiab’s peace are as follows:
The host should provide for the guest’s basic needs generously within their means, and allow them to stay for a night and provide them a place to sleep.
The guest and host much each provide their names and titles, though the guest is under no obligation to explain the reasons for their presence and cannot be asked.
The guest must accept all food offered (and gifts, though this is not specific to Shiab's peace and rather part of a wider practice in the gift-economy).
The guest must ask for nothing, and take nothing that is not offered.
The guest is under full protection of the host, and vice versa. Theft, assault, or murder committed under Shiab's peace is a grave broken oath and one should expect very severe consequences (both supernatural and mundane, should others find out).
The guest (unless offered continued hospitality) must see themselves out after sunrise the following morning. They cannot be made to leave early.
If a guest is offered continued hospitality, they should offer to participate in any needed chores (the host can accept or decline at their discretion).
The protection of Shiab's peace continues until the following sunrise after the guest leaves (ie a host cannot pursue their leaving guest to steal from them)
Shiab's peace is universal and transcends conflicts, and once invoked cannot be violated under any circumstances. Members of a rival clan or of a tribe yours is at war with, a foreigner you're suspicious of, etc, are all fully under protection (and under their full expectations as a guest).
A guest that violates their expectations can be made to leave, as they have broken the oath and are no longer protected. (in practice, many hosts will let MINOR violations slide unless the guest is like, really annoying or godawful)
The host, in practice, will usually be the wife of the household (if present), as the wife is considered the owner of a family’s home, land, and property, and has final say on how resources are used and given. The host is expected to provide the guest food and drink and a place to stay for one night, and supply any other obvious basic needs (ie: if the guest’s clothing is worn or wet, they should be given fresh clothes). These gifts should be generous within one’s means, and in practice will usually be a square meal, mead/wine/murre, multiple rounds of tea, and a breakfast the following morning. A host that does not provide expected basic needs within their means is in violation of Shiab’s peace and has broken their oath, and should expect consequences.
A guest is not literally oathbound to practice ideal social etiquette, but it's a cultural expectation (ie, the guest should finish all their food and save some bread for last to scoop up anything left in the bowl, not a hard requirement but good manners). They are fully expected to accept any and all gifts offered. A guest should neither take nor ask for anything not freely given (all basic needs should have been met by the host to begin with). It IS acceptable for a guest to imply further needs in conversation, so long as they do not directly request them: ie mentioning in conversation that their leg is hurt and they can only hope their travels do not make it worse, as it would take days of rest for it to heal (“I need to stay multiple nights, can we work that out?”), or mentioning that their pack khait has gone lame and cannot carry their supplies, they fear they will have to leave both animal and supplies behind (“Will you lend me a pack ox/khait?”). These roundabout requests are still at least expected to be Truthful in nature (and all of this is happening under the watch of a deity, there may be consequences for lying).
Hosts may give extra gifts at their discretion- these can either be charitable, or indebting. A charitable gift will be given with further verbal declaration of Shiab’s peace, which establishes it as an act of goodwill and that the guest is not in the host’s debt. An indebting gift will be given with no declaration of Shiab's peace. The guest is obligated to accept either.
Indebting gifts are a part of the wider political and economic structure of the Highlands, a separate (though linked) practice to guest hospitality. The vast majority of the economy relies on trade of goods, with an additional dimension of this gift economy. Being able to give gifts is a display of wealth and power, establishing one’s family or clan above another in a social hierarchy. The most powerful are able to give the most extravagant gifts, and will have many other clans/families considered perpetually in their debt if the gift cannot be met with one of equal or greater value. This debt is immaterial- it is not actually Expected to be paid (it’s better for the gift-giver if it ISN'T), rather it establishes/reinforces one's place in a power structure and regulates the conduct of the gift receiver (it can be evoked to call in favors or settle disputes). A debt held by a single person translates to their immediate family, while a debt held by a clan matriarch/patriarch translates to their entire clan.
Cattle raiding is both a practical means of resource acquisition and a part of this wider political schema, and often figures into the gift structure. Stealing cattle and then giving them back as a gift is a power play, it declares ‘our men are better than yours (they’ve stolen the cattle successfully) and we are wealthier than you (we don’t even need them)’, while also settling the score and dissuading retaliation. Stealing cattle and then giving MORE (or different, higher quality) cattle as a gift is a massive power play, declaring much the same things to a greater extent, dissuading retaliation, AND putting the theft victim/gift recipient into the debt of the thieves.
Power structures within tribes are passively enforced by this gift giving structure- the ruling clan of each (which in practice usually controls the best agricultural land and largest herds, and is most involved in trade) will provide gifts to all clans subservient to them (and particularly generous gifts to potential rivals), keeping them indebted and lower in the social structure. Ruling clans who lose the ability to afford to give gifts, or find themselves indebted, will often be usurped (not strictly as a result of their debt, rather that losing ability to stay on top of the gift system generally occurs in conjunction with a diminished material power/wealth).
These combined practices result in very complex, often aggravating political power structures, but reduce the frequency of open conflict between clans within a tribe (which are frequently at odds), providing other avenues for power/material acquisition and for the settling of scores. Most open conflicts occur between clans within separate tribes or entire tribes (less likely to have secure power structures enforced by gift/trade), though practices of raiding and combat-sport provide some levels of tension release via less-violent score settling.
Other dimensions of the gift economy are not directly indebting (in not establishing a power structure), and considered paid via mutual partnership. Alliances between clans of different tribes are usually established in continued gift-giving (declared explicitly as gifts of allegiance), with the implied payment being mutual material support (supplying warriors, sharing grazing land, open trade, etc), which is usually reinforced with binding oaths. Marriages also involve gifts. A bride price is fairly standard (which is a straightforward payment for property and assets the wife's mother will be passing into her son-in-law's care), and a husband who cannot supply one is considered in his mother in law's debt (and may not gain full integration into the family until this is paid). But as supplement to the bride price, members of each family will freely give gifts with no expectation of the value of their gifts being matched (declared as such by being specifically described as a gift of marriage), as a means of further allying both families and a show of goodwill.
#This figures into some small backstory stuff#The time when Brakul and Janeys were lost in the wilderness and dying so badly for a couple weeks was ended when they met a#single Naid-Troibadnas man who was a known recluse + exile + generally disliked and requested Shiab's peace from him (given they#were in the process of starving to death). The dude was meticulously polite and fulfilled his obligations as a host perfectly and#also gleefully took the opportunity to shower them in indebting gifts (especially since Brakul is Bict-Urbinnas and a rival-#and Janeys was some rich south Wardi brat who had no fucking idea what was going on and it was funny)#So Janeys was like 'Wow that guy gave us an entire khait that's fucking STUPID of him lol but great!' And Brakul's just like#Well. The second or third worst guy I know owns my ass now. And yours.#The guy still regularly informs traders along the Yellowtail route that the Haidamane family is indebted to him (doesn't expect anything#to come of it he just thinks it's hilarious) to the point that it reached Janeys' father's attention and at one point he sat him down#like Son........What the FUCK did you do.#Also this cultural backdrop made Brakul initially very wary of Janeys' propensity to give him expensive gifts.#Like he got the gist that the same practices are not at play but it still made him nervous that there was some expected debt#or an attempt to establish a power structure. (It IS kind of a power play but it's just like. courtship peacocking rather than#trying to establish superiority. And also some levels of 'please don't leave me pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease')#Though over a decade in he has no such concerns and is very content to be lavished.
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Ok but can we talk about the absolute horror of being watched and monitored 24/7 that the ancients must have had. The citizenship drones being like an Alexa that's constantly following and listening to you (except it's five pebbles and not Alexa lmao). The fucking OVERSEERS. THEY'RE CALLED THAT FOR A REASON. BECAUSE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING THEIR CITIZENS AS WELL AS THE ENVIRONMENT ALL THE TIME. (I would talk about the fact that they all show arti fucking ads as well but honestly idk what else to say about that. Capitalism got yet another society 😔). That's some fucking nightmare fuel dystopian society settings we are being hinted at. You know the Big Brother Is Watching You thing. The book. Yeah that's what it reminds me of.
The Iterator Is Watching You.
#imagine not being able to escape being watched any second of your life#imagine being one of the first ancients who saw an iterator come into being#imagine being one of the first ancients who had to go live on top of them#imagine being one of the first amcients to be constantly scrutinized by the overseers#i bet they knew this wasn't really a good thing#no matter how religious they were. by the time of pebbles though they were far too religiously indoctrinated to realize this was bad#(as a society i mean. theres always some who disagree and figure out what's going on)#disclaimer i have never read the book i am talking about and only know it through references and pop culture. still tho yk what i mean#rain world#rainworld#rain world iterator#rw iterator#iterator#rw five pebbles#five pebbles#im tagging him too even tho hes only mentioned i wanna reach more ppl with this#pls i may not have said everything i wanted to say cause i cant get my thoughts straight rn but i want to hear what yall think about this#agh the whole situation is so fucked imagine being the Big Brother in this and not even having a choice in it.#imagine that everyone with critical thinking knows this and cant do anything about it.#not even mentioning the cataclysmic level rain the iterators brought. like dude who thought this was a good idea.#imagine all this + the end of the world and its ecosystem as you know it happening right before your eyes#and you cant even blame the person at fault that much bc they were literally fucking born into this#rw overseer#forgot this one#rw ancients
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you kill Your own daughter, You are the worst type of bastard, the bastard's king
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#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid fanart#monkie kid#monkie kid fanart#lmk#lmk fanart#lmk mayor#monkie kid mayor#blue and violet#you could interpret this as the Mayor lying to themselves#but honestly I think they are a little heartless#the dude does not feel ANYTHING for little Baihe/Ling's daughter#they feel just as confused as the moment she was killed#they simply... do not understand what they are even supposed to feel#they know these things and they finally remember experiencing them#but they still do not accept the fact that these are things that actually happened#they do not want to admit that this little girl used to mean something to them#they do not want to admit that they had a life before LBD#why? because LBD is everything#and they are terrified at the idea that they are somehow more than that#they do not like this#they do noy like this at all#and they are scared#anyways Mayor's sense of moraltiy is so fucked lmao#the dude's sense of empathy... is just so... hypocritical and almost nonexistent if it does not concern LBD#of course there are exceptions but its not like Mayor feels any sense of grief/guilt over seeing little Baihe die by Ling's hands
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