#nameless!mother

[preqvelle]

[cupid-ghoul]

okay hear me out

aether has one of those desks that you can move up and down so he can work while he's standing/sitting. It's better for his back. however, that means that every time dewdrop, or any ghoul for that matter, comes into his office for a quick sex break with their favourite big boy there's a high chance that aether can't bend them over the desk right away and instead they just have to stand awkwardly in front of the desk while it slowly (with a funny mechanical whirring sound) descends down to a good 'over the desk bending' level

[nihildenial]

always offer Papa a banan when he gets his pre-ritual nerves

[duskspring]

SO WAS NO ONE GONNA SHOW ME THIS??

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

In another roleplay-inspired Image from @baka-monarch, the whale caught Grian as he fell from the sky and, in this image, is flying him toward shore—and yes, you heard me right, fly! I should really stop dropping these at 12 in the morning hmm?

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

florence + the machine lyrics x colors x textiles in art – grey/silver

Spectrum – Ceremonials // Portrait of a Lady – Guillaume Voiriot 🪦 Spectrum – Ceremonials // Empress Elisabeth of Austria – Georg Decker after Franz Xaver Winterhalter 🪦 Remain Nameless – Ceremonials // Artemisia Prepares to Drink the Ashes of Her Husband, Mausolus – attributed to Francesco Furini 🪦 Mother – How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful // Portrait of a Lady – Guillaume Voiriot 🪦 Mermaids – Dance Fever // Melancholy – Francesco Hayez

[fira54funko]

Griftwood- The Absolute Most Under-Rated Song On Impera

[ivebeenghosting]

i didn't realize supersons went all the way back to the 60s!! but please look at this amazing comic book cover I found 😭 look at batman Jr's (his actual name) pants!!! and this paragraph from the Wikipedia article about them

I'm imagining bruce and clark at a sleep over in the fortress in their pajamas kicking their feet like "lol what if we got married :3 and had babies :3c and we each got to name one after ourselves <3"

[blood-starved-beast]

Okay so what's the deal with the Art of the Quickening being named That? Bloodborne has a lot of birth related metaphors and such but why is Quickstepping called that???

So for anyone who doesn't know, "quickening" is an old timey term for the moment when a fetus in the womb starts to move and the mother begins to feel it. Historically, this is when it was believed the soul of a person was enshrined in the body. This term has largely fell out of fashion.

Now this isn't what it's used for in Bloodborne obviously. The Art of the Quickening means to move the Hunter quick in-and-out for rapid kills in the Olden days when speed and efficiency were the Modus Operandi of the Hunt. Several hunters use this most of which are found within the Nightmare (other than Gehrman) but idk. There's something to be said that the main Actual Named Users (Gehrman and Maria) occupy similar roles in their respect Dreams/Nightmares with relation to the Great Ones there, and how they both raise their hands in the "Make Contact" gesture upon death. Maria is abandoned (I mean, she was just a Tool really, the Main Living Failure) but the Nameless Moon Presence seems to "hear" Gehrman's call and responds according to what the Hunter has done prior to the battle (she also abandons him, but for different reasons here). Idk there's something connecting the two here and I'm metaphorically spinning my pen in my hands trying to pierce together what though.

[g00seg1raffe]

A (comparatively) Brief Thought about Steve Harrington's Names

Lucky Stevie has full names in three different languages and they're all equally incriminating in different ways!

For context: Steve's parents meet just as the summer of '66 is ending, in a perfectly legitimate bar with absolutely no connection to organised crime in Chicago. They introduce themselves as Christopher (call me Chris, Christopher is shite) Harrington and Anita (but you, bello, can call me Tina) Martino. They are both lying.

See, America is it's own little world. Founded by desperate refugees and religious extremists, the USA is the New York of the western world - the perfect place to disappear, because no matter your sins, there's always someone weirder. And in this totally not shady bar in Chicago, these two strangers have a lot of sins.

Mr. Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin is what some might call a terrorist. Those 'some' are, of course, all eejits who seem to be fecking delirah with the Brits treating the Irish Free State as a colony. But Ótis and Martyna didn't raise a spineless dosser, not on tales of the shite they saw in Nazi Poland. Ciarán wants to be just like his mama, so does the only thing he can at sweet sixteen and joins the IRA. It was a grand old time - until some spanner decided to start the boarder campaign, make some things go boom, then it all goes arseways and suddenly he's a wanted man. Now he's legged it all the way out to this bar in Chicago where he can find some mostly-legal work, set himself up as someone who doesn't need to check over his shoulder every five seconds - and maybe he can take a chance on this absolute ride of an Italian who's just walked in, Jaysus -

Sig.na Alessia Stefania "Pieterina" Serafini has made a name for herself as a mafiosa. Beloved, wild, ruthless granddaughter of Don Alessio - caporegime since nineteen and well on her way to consigliere - and, right now, in molti problemi with la Cosa Nostra. So much problemi that she's been effectively smuggled into the US, like that goddamn heroin shipment that started all these problemi... ah well. She just needs to lie low for a bit (a decade) with her American cousins on the less than legal side of Chicago before she can return to her cosca and the people she actually trusts not to stab her the moment she turns her back - and maybe she can have some fun with this bello, bello Irishman who's looking her way, dannazione -

So. Discussing the evolution Mr and Mrs Harrington's relationship is gonna have to wait (though I'd love to hear from you guys) - the important thing here is the family history.

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Tina's side: Alessia Stefania "Pietrina" Serafini.

Tina's father is Vincenzo Serafini and her grandfather is Alessio Serafini. Her first name is the feminine of her paternal grandfather's name. Steve's middle names are also from them.

(In case it wasn't obvious, the Serafini family are heavily involved in the Italian mafia - potentially involved in the Ciaculli massacre in '63 - and also have ties to the American mafia.)

Tina's mother is Pietra Tedesco and her grandmother is Stefania Tedesco. Her middle name - Stefania - and her son's first name - Stefano - are from her maternal grandmother. "Pietrina" is a diminutive nickname for Pietra - they're saying she's just like her mother, and since they figured this would be easy and natural enough for Steve to remember, his agreed Italian 'cover' surname is Di Pietro.

(Pietra is the feminine of her father's Petri Tedesco - which is itself the new name chosen by the German runaway Peter Thälmann. No relation to German Communist Party Leader Ernst Thälman, no sir, nothing to see here.)

So: Stefano Alessio Vincenzo Serafini - or, when he doesn't want to advertise the mafia part - Stefano Di Pietro.

Chris' side: Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin.

Chris' father is Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin, and his paternal grandparents Steafán and Keira Ó'hArrachtáin. He gets his first name from the masculine of his grandmother's name, his middle name from his father, and gave Steve his grandfather's name.

(Steafán and Keira worked their asses off their whole life to put their kids through school, ennabling Ótis to work at the Irish embassy in Poland, where he managed to smuggle a handful of refugees past the Nazis to Britain, of which his future wife, Hannia Marcinkiewicz, was one.)

Chris' mother is Anita Marcinkiewicz. He gets his middle name from her surname. Steve gets his Irish 'cover' surname from that.

(Anita and her son are very similar as teenagers and young adults - the same heady cocktail of jaded rage and a naïve sense of justice, motivating spiky teens in parallel shitty situations to commit near-suicidal acts of heroism, with similar results. Just what did Anita do? Nothing you can prove, of course...)

(Yes, Anita Marcinkiewicz and Anita Martino - a wild coincidence that kicks of conversation for our young lovers in Chicago. Not in any way manipulated by an omnipotent fangirl who wants her OCs to have something neat to make slightly awkward but unexpectedly wholesome small talk about over a Guinness and a Negroni in a bar in Chicago). (This is why Chris calls his wife Tina all the time when anyone else would get shot if she's feeling anything less than saccharine.)

So: Steofán Ciarán Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin - or, when he'd rather avoid any connection to the wanted terrorist - Steofán Ó Máirtín.

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Of course, as half Irish and half Italian - or, well, 1/8 German, 2/8 Polish, 2/8 Irish and 3/8 Italian but who's counting. Aside from me -

The point is, he's Catholic as fuck. He can be non-practicing and still Catholic (bc fuckboi), he can lose his faith and still be Catholic (bc interdimensional hell monsters), he can be an atheist (bc Irish) and still be Catholic, ok - he is Italian and Irish, there's no cure.

So, yeah, he's definitely been christened. And sure, you can old give any old name to the government (fuck them anyways) as long as it suits your purposes. But your christening name is the one that God knows you by, okay, you don't want to lie to the priest and end up with the wrong name tag when you get to heaven (or if, I guess).

What I'm saying is the paperwork says Steven Otis Harrington, but some poor Father/Reverendo gets hit with Stefano Stiofán Alessio Ciarán Vincenzo Ótis Serafini Ó'hArrachtáin. Good fucking luck!

[serpentface]

FAMILY TITLES AMONG THE HILL TRIBES

(ft. various linguistic notes and tangents)

In-universe Brakul’s self-given title of ‘Red-Dog’ is Brakul 'ne-Dainh' in his native language (Bict-Urbinnas dialect of the Highland language group) and Brakul 'Chin-Reyla' in Wardi. Ne-Dainh/Chin-Reyla is not something he treats as or considers an actual surname or identity, just a self-styled nickname. He already has a title.

Family names/surnames are not a native practice among the Hill Tribes (though some clans or individual families have adopted this practice), and all traditionally use titles that designate immediate ancestry, clan and tribe. These full titles are officially given when one comes of age and are spoken aloud in ceremony (with the entire direct male and female lines listed by name, with most traditions expecting 12 generations of each being named).

The function is to cement one’s sense of place in the world, and their place in a direct ancestral line, which puts the person under the full watch and guidance of their ancestors. It's also a critical method of recording lineage- the long held practice of each person memorizing at least 24 total direct ancestors allows for very long, largely accurate records of family history to be kept, with some people able to trace their ancestry all the way back to initial settlement of the Highlands (or even beyond).

Brakul’s full title is:

“Brakul virsum Kuligan et Borunil an Briyonis ne-Taig an Bict-Urbinnas”

Which dead literally translates to “Brakul son of Kuligan and Borunil of the Foothills (of) Red-Cattle, of the North (Urbin/Erubin) River Valley” but has a much richer meaning in the original language.

"BRAKUL VIRSUM KULIGAN ET BORUNIL"

The actual meaning here is closer to ‘Brakul, son of Kuligan and his father’s fathers, and Borunil and her mother’s mothers’.

“Virsum” means ‘child (son/daughter) of’ (the gender is contextual), but implies the person’s status as a descendant of a full male and female line of ancestors. A different word is used if you’re just saying ‘I’m so and so’s son”. The title describes him as a son of his father Kuligan and of Kuligan’s male line, and of his mother Borunil and Borunil's female line.

All ancestors (within this particular system of kinship, divided into one direct male line from the father and one direct female line from the mother, and not including husbands from the female line or wives from the male line) are invoked and credited with the word ‘virsum’. Speaking it as part of the personal title is part of the routine and necessary honoring of one’s ancestors, who watch over their descendants from the afterlife and can temporarily return to the land to guide and protect (and sometimes punish, or teach sharp lessons to) the living.

"AN BRIYONIS NE-TAIG"

The actual meaning here would be understood as ‘clan/people of the foothills where cattle are lit red by the setting sun'.

‘Briyonis’ is the word for ‘foothill’, citing his clan’s specific location being the foothills that form the slopes of the north Urbin river valley. He is of a lesser clan within the powerful North Urbin River tribe. His clan benefits from close affiliation to their more powerful ruling clans located directly in the river valley, which grants them access to a greater variety of cultivated foods, but their actual position in the foothills still renders them predominantly reliant on cattle for subsistence. Clan names referencing cattle or horses are very common, given their frequent centrality to life.

The ‘ne-Taig’ literally means ‘red cattle’, but the ‘ne’ color word for red specifically invokes shades of red seen in and cast by a rising/setting sun. This red cast is culturally regarded as a unique beauty and evocative (and part of the name) of the solar god Hraighne. The foothills his clan is physically located on are a vantage point from which the western horizon is not fully obscured by mountains, and they experience very striking sunsets and are directly touched by the light. This is fairly unique to this location, and is invoked in the clan name and identity. ‘Ne-Taig’ here suggests a visual of grazing cattle illuminated red by the sun as it crosses the horizon.

‘Ne-Dainh’ carries the same implication, a dog illuminated red by setting sunlight. The Wardi language does not have a comparable word for a sunlit red and ‘Chin-Reyla’ really does just mean ‘(orangeish) red dog’ (‘reyla’ is specific to orangey-red colors, which is the closest match he could get. There’s no way to impart the meaning of ‘sunlit-red dog’ in Wardi that is non-clunky enough to be appropriate for a name).

"AN BICT-URBINNAS"

‘an Bict-Urbinnas’ is fairly simple, Bict means ‘north’, and 'Urbin' is the name of the specific river that stems from a northern and eastern tributary. This river has a very ancient name (or a derivative of one) that predates settlement by the Hill Tribes, and its exact meaning is lost.

The root -(n)nas designates a river valley, but has strong implications of being an esteemed and bountiful place, rather than solely a literal geographical descriptor (as the river valleys are centers of power and trade in the highlands). It may be a loanword from the Wardi language family, as its usage is VERY similar in form and function to the Wardi -(n)nos, which also suggests a place of esteem and bounty (more specifically having connotations of a kingdom).

’An’ literally means ‘of’, but in the specific sense of describing the place and identity of a collection of people. ‘an Bict Urbinnas’ would be understood in speech as ‘of the north Urbin River Valley (people)’. The clans historically settled in and around the valley of the North Urbin River form the totality of the Bict-Urbinnas tribe.

The ‘Urbin’ word predates the contemporary Wardi name ‘Erubin’ for the river, the latter of which invokes the semi-mythological founding figure Erub, who himself was of a Wardi tribe located downriver to the south of the Highlands. The real historically extant ‘Erub’ was most likely named Urub after the river, with his cited name shifting over the centuries in folklore, and the Wardi name for the river shifting with it.

‘Erubin’ as a corruption of ‘Urbin’ functions very well in Wardi language due to ‘-bi/bin’ denoting something as a ‘gift’, usually in a more metaphorical sense. ‘Erubin’ is understood as meaning ‘(The river that is) Erub’s gift’, and the Erubin/Urbin river is a key tributary to the much larger Black river, one of the key rivers that feeds the region's wetter and more fertile west. This 'gift' meaning also occurs in the name of the southeastern Imperial Wardi city-state Erubinnos, which is understood as meaning ’((The kingdom that is) Erub’s gift’. He is considered to have conquered and taken the land (from the core city's actual founders, the Wogan people) and established a kingdom there in the early days of warring Wardi tribal monarchies.

[comix64]

how many games do you have in common with me lets find out (i tried to tag every game but tumblr keeps abridging the tags so please excuse any missing games)

[shiori42art]

So...I started watching "How I Met Your Mother" again AND… ALL I COULD THINK IS THEEEM! HELP-

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 20

Gardening

Pairing; Mountain/Swiss

Notes; bit of a shorty today, also based off of a video i saw many moons ago about the same problem. do not paint or put glitter on plants! it is sad and takes away their natural beauty. thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for putting together the prompts list!

Swiss was stuck to Mountain’s side since his summoning. Wherever the earth ghoul went, Swiss was a foot behind. He wasn’t as quiet or as stoic some of the siblings thought he was. He had his moments, sure, but the ghoul was cocky and full of emotion, never without it. He was a constant tease, too; holding items away from Dewdrop and cackling while the fire ghoul was steaming out of his old gills and ears, tapping Aether with his tail multiple times and acting oblivious when Aether became flustered, unaware of who was trying to talk to him (“is one of the girls around?”). Spooking poor Cumulus every morning when she made her tea. 

But Swiss did love when he was focused, when he was actually stoic. It was incredibly hot.

Swiss barged into the greenhouse after his chores were complete, ready to be next to the earthly giant again after being away from him for so long. He stopped himself from yelling just in time, Mountain hunched over at his workbench with a neon pink plant in his hands. Swiss stalked over and his head began to slowly tilt to get a better look at the plant. It seemed to be one of the succulents from a small section of his garden, but… pinker.

His eyes didn’t stay focused on it long, though, immediately going back to watching Mountain’s face. It was as if he didn’t hear Swiss enter, which was likely. His brows were pinched together in concentration, lips parted just enough for his tongue to poke through. He was breathing deeply, a sense of calmness in his face despite the pinch in his eyes and brows. Ultra focused; incredibly hot. 

Swiss stood at the workbench and Mountain didn’t look up. He had a towel in hand, wiping away what seemed to be pink paint off the plant. It looked brittle, from his perspective.

The earth ghoul hummed lowly, enough of an assurance that he was aware of Swiss’ presence. Swiss grinned. 

“What happened to that poor soul?” Swiss leaned against the table with his elbows, head placed into his open palm.

Mountain took in a deep breath as he straightened up, back popping in a couple different spots. He let out a heavy sigh.

“One of the siblings found this at a department store.” Mountain grimaced down at the plant, his eyes still not meeting Swiss’. "It can't soak up the sun with all this paint on it, so they brought it to me to fix it."

Swiss scoffed. “Why’d they do that? ‘S ugly as shit.”

“I know.” Mountain put the towel down. “I’m trying to get this shit off before I use my magic,” he waved his hand around for dramatics, “but it’s being as stubborn as an ass.”

“That sounds like something the Cardinal would say.” Swiss chuckled

Mountain tilted his head sideways, eyes finally looking at Swiss, and smiled. “Guess I’ve been hanging around the guy too much.”

Swiss returned the smile with his toothy grin. “Need any help with that?” 

Mountain glanced back at the plant, eyes sad but determined. “I think some warm water would help ease the paint off, if you could grab that.”

“Okay.” Swiss stood up with a stretch of his arms. “Anything else?”

Mountain shrugged with one shoulder and looked back at the multi ghoul with an almost shy smile. “Your company is always welcome.”

Swiss’ grin grew wider, showing off his full fangs. “You got it, juniper.”

[themoonking]

finally finished the priory of the orange tree after putting it off for like a year, and putting aside the fact that it's insanely boring, way too long, and the romance is lackluster, it certainly was a choice to, in a book at least in part about finding common ground and coming together, basically go "religion a is correct and good and its believers can continue on their merry lives, but religion b is a 100% incorrect wrong bad lie founded by a wrong bad misogynistic lying liar, and everyone who believes in it should convert and in fact we're going to end the book by heavily implying that the recently-converted queen is going to slowly but surely pressure the entire country to convert because their faith is wrong and bad". like that was certainly a decision that samantha shannon made.

[cgsketchbook]

Now that Star Wars: The Acolyte is on our screens, you might be interested in some further reading to discover more about the High Republic era the show takes place in.

I might be a little biased, seeing as I provided art direction and project management on it, but I would recommend The High Republic Character Encylopedia, for the job as it's crammed full of fan favourites from the books, comics, games and shows already available in this time period of the galaxy far far away and a great way to see where it all started!