#renaming the past

[jacjac248]

Possible career

P: I think you should think about your past as a ninja assassin instead of the Winter Soldier. It sounds way cooler. Who wouldn't want to be a ninja? 

B: No

P: You barely even thought about it

B: still no

P: I wonder how you become a ninja? 

B: I don’t care

P: I googled it. Luckily for you, you have most of the criteria. First is to “train both body and soul”, You have done the body part, which is convenient.

B: ok

P: Second, “learn the knowledge in nature” you need to work on that 

B: I guess

P: Third is “learn a variety of skills”, done, you know mechanics, how to cook, and how to kill people over 100 different ways. It's a nice variety 

B: Sure

P: Sadly, number four is “communicate well”, which you are absolutely terrible at. You only know 4 phrases: “NO”, “leave me alone”, “you’re so annoying” and “go bother steve instead” 

B: Those are the only ones you hear. You are a pain in my ass who needs to be told no more often than not

P: I disagree but whatever

[moeblob]

Molly/Muffy from Harvest Moon of Seasonal Stories: A Wonderful Life (on Gamecube and Switch)

[atlas-dr0wned]

there is so much autism in that damn atelier

[canisalbus]

When Machete became a cardinal, did his parents ever recognize him?

Machete's home village was on the other side of Italy (and separated by the sea no less) and it was small, relatively rural and remote. It's very unlikely many news about Holy See's happenings made their way there. I don't think his parents had any reason to expect to ever hear about him again, he seemed to be somewhat of a lost cause when they dropped him off.

[ilonacho]

having one of my very normal nights where i need to watch trolls in danish or i might die🧍‍♂️

[lutiaslayton]

SO ABOUT THAT PHD DEFENCE

Hello everyone! I finally have (almost) enough time and energy to give you some news (I say "almost" because I woke up less than ten minutes ago, it is already noon as I am writing this, and I feel like a zombie ready to just dive back into bed).

First off, thank you all for your messages and comments, my heart is melting even now just at the thought of it 🥺💖 I won't get into too many details unless you want me to, but just know that the PhD defence went extremely well!! I was sweating bullets the entire time and my laser pointer even ran out of batteries RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PRESENTATION, but even with that everyone told me that not a single person had noticed I was stressed out the whole time. The best part by far for me is that members of my family, and notably a friend of mine who never studied any kind of science after the end of high school but still came specially for the occasion (<3), told me that even though they couldn't understand the technical details of my research, they were still happy to tell me that they were able to get the gist of what I was saying, that even though they got lost relatively often they also weren't lost for long, and that at the very least at the end they could look at the title of my thesis and go "ok now I know what this string of random words means." Being able to demystify science is one of my ultimate dreams, so having been able to remain relatively clear towards non-scientists even as my presentation's main audience was supposed to be bonafide researchers with more experience than me really felt like an achievement.

So yeah, all that to say, PHD WENT WELL (and yes I am now a doctor but me being a doctor doesn't mean that you should be calling me a doctor. even though of course everybody does IRL and online alike just for the sake of the joke). And though I am currently exhausted and will likely take a while longer than I expected to be really back in shape, I am happy as can be.

Once again, thank you all for your support, whether from before or after the defence. It really means a lot 🥹

[super-paper]

Tomura: so like, hero and villain names used to be given to people by their sworn enemies in the old days— like, you know, probably around the time period that sensei grew up in. Not that that’s relevant or anything. Anyway, people also started using hero and villain names to hide away parts of themselves and create alter egos— and that’s part of the reason why so many people have trouble distinguishing fact from fiction and treat this world like it’s a comic book. None of that applies to me though! So I don’t need a villain name lol.

Me:

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

"there is so little canon info about the marauders" and yet you guys somehow managed to make fanon sirius and fanon remus a complete antithesis to their canon counterparts. they share exactly 0 traits. the venn diagram circles titled "canon sirius" and "fanon sirius" are barely touching. how?? how did it happen??

[m0e-ru]

in my mimiposts tags hashtag social link hashtag social link hashtag social link hashtag social link hashtag social link h(bangs my head against the wall)

[lighthouseborn]

DETAIL DIVE: Henry's Scar & Necklace(s)

Henry's (Face) Scar

Result of a modified canon event. While possessed by the bloodthirsty Armando Salazar, Henry was forced to cross blades with Jack, and either of them went away from this encounter uninjured. Jack took a nasty cut to the collar, while Henry caught a experimental swipe across the face. By rights, it should not have been so awful. A cut, clean and simple, from a sharp edge. There wasn't even any real reason for it to scar. Except that possession is not a simple thing, and the edges of what was Henry and what was Salazar had been blurred. The cut spread after it landed, splintering out in a mimic of the ghost's decay that remained even after the Trident's power purged Salazar from Henry's body.

It’s not abundantly pronounced -it healed very nicely, in fact, after a little bit of initial drama (that might have had more to do with Henry running himself ragged than the cut itself, but I digress.) At a distance or a glance, only the blade mark is really visible, and even that may not draw that much attention. A much closer inspection will show what's left of the splinters, which healed in delicate, cobweb-like lines over his cheekbone and back toward his jaw. At any given moment, Henry is far more likely to be conscious of the full breadth of the scar than someone who is looking at it. The edges are really quite faint to the eye, but there is a part of Henry that still very much feels all that it was and continues to be to him.

For several years after the fact, he struggles to reconcile with bearing it — it doesn't feel like a part of himself, he didn't choose the actions that led to it or gain anything worth having in the course of it. It is born of what was, unquestionably, the worst experience of his life. It's not so fun to have a permanent reminder. Later in life it haunts him less (the only face his children know is the one with the scar: it being there is an inherent part of their definition of dad. That helps. A lot.) but it takes time and growth to get there.

Henry's Necklace

For several key years of his life, Henry defined himself by the necklace his father passed to him, and the vow it came to represent. So much so that when he completed the vow, achieved his goal, and returned the talisman to his father, he began to feel somewhat... off-balance. Truly it was about many more things than just a piece of jewelry, but nevertheless it became the sticking point. Henry became hyper-aware of its absence, and coming up empty handed when he reached for it tended to send his thoughts on a steep spiral, sometimes even causing panic. All through this, he maintained that he did not want to have the necklace back: the chapter was done, and it had never been his necklace anyhow. He was determined to simply power through. Luckily, his loved ones are well versed in his brand of stubborn, and the answer came along after a few weeks.

A sea-heart; draped around his neck by Hetty, his oldest friend and closest confidant. She noticed right away that there was a part of Henry that missed the familiarity of his father’s necklace, and after he told her of his lingering fears and worries, the reasons why seemed perfectly clear to her. Thusly —and though he had not, truly, asked for her assistance— she devised her plan to help. Mere weeks after Henry’s reunion with his family, Hetty presented him with a fine leather cord, on which hung this etched sea heart charm.         Sea hearts (also called sea beans) are the seeds of the entada gigas plant. These seeds are carried by the ocean as part of the plant’s natural cycle, and typically wash up on beaches in and around the Caribbean. In Jamaican traditions they are considered good luck charms. It's said that these buoyant little seeds cross over entire seas unharmed, too strong but light to drown, and they likewise protect their owner from drowning and keep them in good health as they travel. The symbol etched into Henry’s is a Celtic shield knot: a ward against evil spirits primarily, though the protection is thought to extend to physical well-being too. Hetty’s mother helped polish and strengthen the sea heart, turning it into a sturdy pendant, and Hetty’s father provided guidance and assisted with the carving of the symbol. It is, ultimately, a token from the whole family, their blended good will for Henry encompassed in a token they all believe will help to keep him whole and well.

The whole thing got Henry thinking. Over the course of his life, he's been presented with a curious number of charms and talismans meant to provide protection and/or luck. Another person might think to be insulting (just how reckless do people think he is?) but Henry sees only fondness and well-wishes. And, in that moment, he saw something falling neatly together.

A hag stone; pressed insistently into his palm by Thyra, a woman from the small town of the lighthouse island, the very day he returned home. She is regarded as the town’s healer and respected as a wise-woman; her husband is a farmer and likewise a pillar of the small community. She acted as midwife when Henry was born, and has ever after kept as much of an eye on him as she has the whole little village. As she puts it: she saw him here and has no wish to see him off.         Also called a mare stones or witch stones, hag stones are formed on pebbled beaches by nothing more than water and time. There are many legends and beliefs associated with hag stones, most commonly that looking through them will reveal various unseen things, fae or witches or spells, and that they offer the wearer one protection or another from these forces. This stone in particular was used by its previous owner in aid of spirit work and minor ailment healing. When she bestowed it to Henry’s care, she told him it was because of its ability to protect his sleep. She explained that nightmares attract the attention of evil forces, demons & their ilk, to the then-vulnerable souls of those who have them, and that while the stone would not prevent the unpleasant dreams, it would guard him against the dark things that seek to take advantage of them. If ever the stone splits in two, Henry is under instruction to return the broken pieces to the sea, and to seek Thyra out so that she can check on his spirit and replace the charm. A split of that nature supposedly means it prevented him being killed or otherwise claimed by the Mara, a powerful nightmare demon. To date Henry’s unsure how Thyra even knew he was having nightmares. Nevertheless, he wears the stone (and double checks for it before he goes to sleep.)

A silver skull ring; handed to him by Captain Teague shortly before Henry sailed out on his quest for the Trident of Poseidon. Teague was the only one to know Henry was leaving before he disappeared on this venture. Perhaps owed to his many years watching over Henry, or his many more years watching over the Cove, keeping its code and secrets, spotting trouble before it boiled over. Whatever the case he saw the boy off with this grim grinning token and reminder to keep his wits and fists raised (or, if not both, then one or the other.)        Something of a legend among those who have set foot inside the Brethren Court's hall, the ring is said to have been powerfully spelled for the protection of the wearer by a voodoo priestess, though which priestess and by which spell and to what effect exactly, Henry cannot say. (That's the trouble with whispers, isn't it?) He has guessed, by the shape of it, it is meant to prevent the death of the wearer — though it could just as likely be that the design is purely ornamental. Originally, by combination of the fact that Henry does not like to wear rings and that this one does not fit him in the slightest, Henry kept the silver skull tucked into his pockets or looped onto the old necklace, though it never seemed to quite fit there. After being gifted his new necklace, Henry was quick to slide the ring into what felt like its rightful place.

A poesy ring; paired with a kiss on the cheek from a highborn paramour (whose name he is very careful about not disclosing) some time after he aided her escape from an arranged and miserable marriage.         More of a token than a charm, posey (also spelled posy, posie) rings were given as gifts between both friends and lovers to represent the givers affection for the wearer. It has been said, too, that the golden ring serves as protection, as it represents or holds a prayer for safe travel. There is a small inscription of verse on the inside of Henry’s, oft hidden from view, and the relief around the outside of the band displays a winding bunch of forget-me-not flowers. Despite his dislike of wearing rings as intended, Henry did in fact briefly carry this token on the pointer finger of his left hand (the place he thought it least likely to impede him or vanish without his notice.) These days he wears it on a golden chain.

A shell-shaped locket; gifted to him on a birthday by childhood friend Allie for no other reason than she hoped to make him smile.         The little golden locket is filled not by a portrait but by a thimble-measure of sand from the beaches of the lighthouse island. It is not so much a lucky charm, having no spells or prayers upon it as far as he is aware, but it is, undoubtedly, an embodied sentiment of great care and affection. A wish that he be content. A hope that he can carry good things, happy memories, with him wherever it is he roams. He has found that it makes for a very good grounding item, something to hold in hand which reminds him of his home (and of the island he was born on, too.) He wears this one on the golden chain as well.

A jade pendant; passed to a young Henry for luck by Yijun, a young born-pirate sailor whom Henry met as a small boy and saw often when he was in Singapore with his mother. Henry wore it every day until, less than a year later, the ship Yijun was sailing on went down and he was presumed dead. He was only seventeen years old. Henry (who was thirteen) looked up to him greatly, and misses him still.         Considered the stone that represents the heart and “the jewel of Heaven” in Chinese folklore, jade is said to bring prosperity, wisdom, courage, and equity, as well as encouraging groundedness and -as this pendant is green jade, the color associated with the dead- spiritual wellness, protecting the bonds of the living to their ancestors. The ring shape is meant to work as a ward: only good things may pass through the circle, while bad things become trapped in the center and purified so that they can no longer cause harm. For many years after Yijun’s disappearance, the pendant resided in Henry’s attic bedroom at the lighthouse, tucked into a hiding place of the utmost secrecy. Partly, he was afraid to lose it. Largely, it made him sad to hold it. Though Henry never once forgot the charm, his memory of it was brought to the front of his mind by Hetty’s similar gesture, and Henry added it to his new necklace. It seemed a fitting place to carry it, since he is willing to again.

A carved bone turtle; offered to him by imperial pirate lord Mistress Ching mere days before she announced she intended to pass her lordship on so that she could enter into a life of leisure in her final years. Seemingly, the act was spurred by nothing else than the fact that he asked her about it, after he’d seen her rubbing its shell in thought.         One of the four gods of Chinese folklore associated with the cardinal directions, the turtle(/tortoise) is associated with the northern point of a compass and considered a shaper and protector of the physical world. Associated with knowledge, perseverance, prosperity, and long life, the carving is meant to draw those things as well as encourage the wearer to keep these traits in their conscious mind when they are making decisions. A mixture, then, of good luck charm and reminder to utilize ones’ wits. When Henry asked what sort of bone it was carved from, Mistress Ching’s only answer was to smile quite widely and pat him on the cheek. Henry rediscovered the bone turtle there when he retrieved the jade pendant, having tucked it away in the same hiding space some years prior. Unlike the jade, Henry had quite forgotten it. After some deliberation, he decided that having something lucky and long-living resting over his heart to remind him to think wasn’t such a bad idea.

A polished stone crab claw; a strange little charm Henry knows very little about at all, as it seemed to simply appear, carried to him in the surf of an incoming tide. Given all he has been through, and that a stone colored crab is one of Calypso's known forms & associated symbols, he thought it best to take it as a gift. (Or at the very least to take it. Shunning a sea goddess when your livelihood and -arguably- life itself rests with her would be plain stupidity.) Its unclear if the charm is carved from some type of grayish rock, or a fossil of the genuine thing. The surface is sooth, polished to an almost glassy shine. Henry had a metal loop affixed to the top so that it could be worn. Curiously, it always seems to be slightly cool to the touch.

Additionally, while we're talking about grounding luck charms, Henry also wears a nazar bracelet, tied ‘round his wrist by fellow sailor Bashir on their parting after they spent several months as shipmates… and a bit more. Mutually understood and agreed to be more of a fling than anything else, they parted on perfectly amicable terms and in fact maintain a considerable amount of affection for each other. Their lives, though, continue to move in directions that seem opposed to each other.          The nazar is an eye-shaped amulet worn to protect a person from ‘the evil eye’, a malevolent or envious gaze from another person that can (sometimes intentionally and sometimes unintentionally) inflict harm or a curse of bad luck on the subject. The charm is made of glass in the traditional shade of blue, and the band it is attached to was woven by Bashir himself during the voyage. He bestowed the bracelet with a quiet prayer. The next morning saw him on another ship, off into some flight of search that continues even now. While Henry always errs on the side of believing in magic and spiritual currents, the truth of this particular charm resides far more in the sentimental than protective value of it. He has worn in consistently since it was given to him and doesn’t plan to stop.

[rosicheeks]

one thing i want to tell you: the tag for your original posts shouldn’t be ‘shut up rosie’. i love every single time i get to hear from you, we all do. be nicer to yourself, okay? for us? 💖

-🌸

[moeblob]

Karen has four older brothers and this is Ross! He's the second oldest and he looks rather polite and smiles a lot and when he's at work he can behave most of the time... but he really has such a foul mouth it puts Right to shame.

And Karen when she was a kid couldn't pronounce S's and they sounded like Z's. So when her brothers would be leaving for school she would say "enjoy zool" and just. Could NEVER say Ross's name correctly so he told her to just call him Oz. And it stuck but only with Karen. She's the only one to use it and no one else is allowed.

[troublcmakcrs]

y'all: umm... whatcha got there?

me, with the oc i created solely to ship with tweek in his older verses: nothin, mind your fucking business

[alistonjdrake]

A Woman of No Importance: Maps & A Quick History Lesson

Sometime in the mid 400s W.C, the Early Ages begin with the collapse of the Casterín Empire's northern territories, leaving it open for fighting between clan and tribal claims.

In 498 W.C, Yisack of Bib (often translated to Isaack of Bibbr) does what is thought to be the impossible and unites the Veskian tribes under a united kingdom. His territory is still burdened by fighting with other clans, heated debate over religion, and running rampant with dangerous heretics.

After a series of schemes, exiles, and murders Veskia would be inherited by King Yisack's son King Leodegar.

King Leodegar not only unites Veskia under one religion, driving out the pagans and heretics, but he also conquers the Auster lands. Despite spending his youth plotting to defeat his competition for the throne, he is loathe to see the pattern repeated by his own four sons and on the eve of his demise plans to split his kingdom into four chunks.

King Leufred gets the Northern chunk which keeps the name Veskia 

King Leufroy gets the eastern chunk Ausland

King Leuthard gets the western chunk Dester

King Ledger gets the southern chunk Vilsland

King Leodegar's intentions were good but he did not account for the rivalry and hatred that would grow between the brothers. King Ledger, the youngest, sees success and takes Veskia from King Leufred, starting what would become a legacy of Vilsland kings trying to reclaim what they would see as their ancestral right.

In 634 W.C the weakening kings of Dester retake Bibbrtown from Ausland, the supposed birthplace of Yisack of Bib.

In 904 W.C King Ernest recants his earlier promises of peace and, to celebrate his son Prince Falko's engagement to Mathilde of Dester, he invades Dester.

[ashtonisvibing]

you'd think that taking a container box and copying it to the other side of your neocities would be easy

it

no

[walkman-cat]

eidolon vetch sound so so cool tell us more abt it 👀👀 the ancient dead god part especially???? i love that

OH BOY !!

without going too deep into the worldbuiding, the original pantheon of the city (these gods walked among the people) was killed 200 or so years before the story is set; nearly every record of their existence (religious texts, icons, and just records in general) was destroyed, belief in them was banned, and the twin sister-gods of the waking church became the city's main religion. by the dawn of the 4th century of the Waking (when eidolon vetch is set), the old gods have been completely forgotten.

however.

there are certain traditions and practices in the city that stem back far before the dawn of the Waking, the stories behind them having been long forgotten by the city's inhabitants.

for example, it is customary in the winter for one to conduct one's business while dressed plainly and drably (the city's typical fashion involves an array of colours and embroidery–this fashion is worn, to different extents of lavishness, by the entire populace) and to keep one's face hidden when one is out of one's own home (the rich, of course, forgo the tradition of plainness when it comes to the masks. they are very gaudy and betasselled).

the winter is known as “the months of the dreamer”. the name and tradition are as such because, pre-Waking, they were sacred to the trickster god of deceit and dreams (this god was known to steal and collect faces for use in Mischief and Crimes).

even though this god is long-dead, the continued following of the tradition sacred to its name has allowed for it to still live (in a twisted, not-quite-right, sense of the term). prayers are still answered in its name even though it is dead. it’s corpse, though long-decayed, still has a semblance of power (sometimes it appears in peoples’ nightmares). adhering to the months of the dreamer is the reason why orpheus alabaster is who he is (did i mention that he’s sort of not really this dead god? it’s a long story)