#spelling Greek names suck

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Prediction for the Hold Them Down to Odysseus song transition

[elordilover]

Could you write a soft book shop meet for reader x renee

omg yes i love this idea!!! thank you for the request! 🫶🏻

bookstore meeting

summary: you and reneé meet each other unexpectedly

warnings: nothing! not proof read, sorry if this sucks

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you felt the cold february air blow through your hair as you quickly walked down the street to one of your favorite spots, barnes & noble. you adjusted the strap on your tote bad and put your airpod in your ear, you decided to play some phoebe bridgers.

you opened the door and immediately felt at home, you felt comfortable. this was your favorite place to be on a cold winter day. you waltzed over the the romance section to find the book you were looking for: beach read by emily henry. all of the colors were merging together, it was hard to find it when every single book had a colorful spine.

when you finally found the shelf with her books you scanned over it until you found the book that you came here for. it was perfect. you searched around to find the one that was in the best condition.

“um, excuse me, sorry”, you heard a soft voice from behind you, you quickly turned around and moved out of the way while also taking out your airpod at the same time.

“oh, i’m sorry”, you replied feeling your heartbeat quicken seeing how beautiful this girl that was in front of you. something about her felt familiar but you couldn’t tell what.

“oh my god! is that beach read? i literally adore that book! it’s the cutest thing! you are going to love it!”, the blond said, catching you off guard.

“really? i’ve heard lots of good things about it!”, you replied, feeling nervous talking to a girl that could easily be a greek goddess. you noticed how she was looking for a book but couldn’t find the exact one.

“what book are you looking for?”, your mouth blurted out before your brain could comprehend what you were saying. you felt your cheeks turn red when she turned to look at you.

“it’s called the flat share, it’s by beth o’leary. i don’t know if you’ve heard of it but online it said it was right here so i’m not sure if why i can’t find it”, the ranted.

“huh”, you hummed out while scanning the shelves for her book this time. you spotted exactly what she was looking for.

“oh here! i found it”, you said to her while handing the book over to her. while you were doing that you noticed how perfectly her hands and nails looked, she had too have just gotten them done.

“thank you so much!! finally”, you could tell how excited she was.

“of course! i’m glad i could help”

“what what was your name?”, she asked you. you were not ready for this question and barely got it out of your mouth.

“Y- Y/N”, you nervously stated.

“Y/N”, she repeated to herself, “i’m reneé”

your cheeks started to heat up when she said your name. your name never sounded as beautiful as when she said it. it never sounded as important as when her lips shaped the sounds that created it.

when she said that her name was reneé you knew exactly who she was. reneé rapp. it didn’t hit you. you are standing right in front of reneé rapp.

after a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke again, “umm can i have your number?”, she hesitantly spoke, “you seem really nice and i’d love to get to know you”.

what. how is this real life. reneé rapp just asked for your number. you were internally freaking out.

“oh um yeah”, you replied while you told her what it was.

“okay perfect! thank you”, she said happily while she entered the numbers into her phone.

“wait this is how you spell it right”, she said while passing her phone over to you.

“yeah it’s perfect”, you replied after checking. a lot of people got your name wrong, and it bothered you a lot of the time, but if reneé got your name wrong, you would never want to be called something else ever again.

you guys walked up to the register and paid separately. then, you walked out of the store together, dreading having to leave her.

“bye reneé”, you said as you waved toward her.

“bye Y/N! i’ll text you!”, she yelled back you two walked tour separate ways.

once you got home you saw a text on your phone that read: “hey :)”, and you immediately got butterflies.

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[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ BRUTAL

𝝑𝝔 son of Eros!Changbin x mortal!fem!reader

𝝑𝝔 cw : unserious!reader (she is .... interesting for sure!), crude humor, Changbin is a sweetheart :c, fluffy smut, mild angst, Switch(mostly sub)!Changbin, Switch(mostly Dom)!reader, LOTS OF KISSING, mutual masterbation, clit play, no p in v, tit sucking, mommy kink !??!, love spells!!!, lmk if I missed anything!

𝝑𝝔 hyung line m.list | maknae line m.list

Something was off, you didn't know how to describe it.

You sat up in your bed, looking around for a moment. That's when you spot a man in the corner of your dark room and you scream.

You grab the knife you kept in your nightstand, "who are you!?" you scream at him.

"Shhh!" the man tries to hush you.

"Why are you telling me to shh, you broke into my home!" you exclaim.

"Listen, I'm here on business," he starts before you interrupt him.

"What business do you have being in my house? Is the C.I.A trying to take me out because of my theory on the money smuggling because if so I deeply regret questioning my government and I swear I'm a good brainwashed citizen!" you yelp.

"C.I.A? Government? Brainwashing? I swear to Zeus, you mortals get more crazy by the minute!" the man exclaims, "but no, luckily for you, I am not from the government, well not your government."

"So like the United Nations!? That's even fucking worse! I swear I'm a good law abiding citizen who never questions the old hags that we call politicians!"

The man stares at you with a look of mixed shock and terror on his face, "the godly government," he explains.

"That's somehow even worse?! I don't even believe in God! Wait which religion is right? I swear to God, if it's Scientology I'll find the nearest cliff and jump off, I swear you will not take me alive Mr.Secret Scientology Agent Man Thing."

The man's mouth is agape and you can tell he's trying to put the pieces together, "What's Scientology?" he questions.

"They believe in aliens and shit, but they're lowkey a cult, and they're trying to reach Nirvana or whatever, trying to get their brainwaves to vibrate at the same frequency as an alien's or some stupid shit like that," you explain.

"Ok, well aliens aren't real," Changbin starts before you interrupt him.

"Ok science denier, you're telling me you're a- whatever you are- and aliens aren't real. Maybe you're in a cult. What frequency do your brainwaves vibrate at?"

"I'm not in a cult, I'm one of the sons of Eros," he explains.

You burst out into a fit of laughter while the man slaps himself on his forehead, "okay buddy, time to put you back in whatever insane asylum you escaped from," you say as you sit up.

The man turns around and you see the wings poking out from his back. "Maybe evolution did hit the ancient Greeks, you're like Icarus but like evolved and not as crispy and fried as I'd imagine him being," you figure as you admire the man's wings.

"Why are you bringing up Icarus?"

"Well he had wings," you remind him.

"Yeah and you're about to fly too close to the sun," he sighs, "I was assigned to your case. I'm going to help you find your soulmate."

"Ok sure you are buddy," you chuckle.

"Can you at least put down the knife, I feel like you're gonna stab me," he requests.

You sigh and put the knife back in your nightstand. "So how does this whole thing work?" you ask the man.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I'll find a list of potential soulmates for you," he explains.

"So you're like the match maker from Mulan?"

"I'll make sure to look for someone who appreciates your fantastic sense of humor," he retorts sarcastically.

"Boo, you're no fun! Live a little!" you exclaim and sit criss crossed on your bed.

The man pulls up a chair and pulls out a clip board and a pen. "Male or female?" he asks.

"I'm a woman," you say it like it's obvious.

"I mean for a partner, do you want a man or a woman?"

"Either," you shrug.

He scribbles that down in your chart. "What's your name by the way, you know like everything about me and all I know is that you're a Scientologist and mentally impaired and a bird or whatever."

"Changbin," he says while rolling his eyes, "do you have a height preference?"

"Nope," you pop the p.

"Weight preference?"

"Another no."

"Age preference?"

"What do you mean by that because I am not-"

"-I'm going to stop you right there," he glares at you, "you need to take this seriously."

"I am being serious!? I'm not a-"

"Ok! I get it, I'll j-just mark down older."

"Make sure it's not like super old though."

He looks up at you, "excuse me?"

"Like a person who is like- older than my grandma. Unless they're like absolutely loaded."

He rolls his eyes and moves on, "do you have a preference regarding lifestyle?"

"Yeah, I don't want them to be a politician or a Scientologist or mentally insane."

"Ok," he scribbles on the paper, "done, I need you to sign here."

He passes the clipboard to you and hands you the pen.

"Why?" you question.

"Because this is a legally binding contract," he says it like it's obvious.

"So like in Cat in the Hat where two underage kids sign their life away to a six foot tall man in a fur suit? Am I signing my life away?"

"Just sign the fucking paper," he requests.

You sign the paper and hand it back to the winged man.

He flips through more pages in the clipboard before his face falls. "What is it? Don't tell me my soulmate is a politician!" you whine.

"It's worse," he hums, "you need to come to HQ with me."

"Wait so who is it? Is it like a serial killer? I didn't even think of that!"

"Will you shut up and take my hand," he offers his hand out to you.

You hesitantly take it. You're instantly transported to a place you've never seen before. An office building with pink walls and pink tainted glass that over looks above the clouds. Changbin pulls you with him to a desk.

"Eros, I need to speak with him," Changbin says to the person, who also has wings, that is working at the desk.

"I'll tell him you need to see him," the person says.

"Thanks," Changbin mutters.

Changbin lets go of your hand and begins pacing around the waiting room. "So like is it bad?"

"It is me," he mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Your soulmate, it's me."

Your mouth falls agape as you stare at he man. "What?" you question.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he grumbles as he continues his pacing.

"But you're like-" you pause.

"-a matchmaker. And you're a mortal."

"Eros will see you now," the woman at the reception desk announces.

Changbin pulls you by the wrist through the hallway and into a room. The room is large, huge floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls, a huge desk right in the center, and an extremely tall man with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the desk. Changbin lets go of your wrist when he makes eye contact with the man. "Changbin!" the man at the desk says, he stands up and walks over to where Changbin and you were standing, "it's so good to see you, son!"

You look up at the man towering over yourself and Changbin. Easily 8 feet tall with a pair of feathery wings on his back.

The man lifts up Changbin, pulling him into a tight hug. "Dad, it's good to see you too, but listen we have a situation," Changbin says sternly.

"A situation?" the man asks, putting Changbin back on the ground.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n," he introduces you.

"I know of her," he smiles.

He leans down to shake your hand, holding his out for you to take. You hesitate before you do, but you gently shake the tall man's hand, "you know me?" you ask the man.

"Well of course I do! I am a God after all!" he cheerfully booms, "you can just call me Eros!"

"Nice to meet you," you give the man a tight lipped smile.

He lets go of your hand and it falls to your side.

"Listen- Dad," Changbin interrupts, "I think that there was a mistake with y/n's soulmate generator."

"How so?" Eros questions.

"Well, it said that well-" he stammers.

"Does she have a soulmate?" Eros asks.

"Well yes b-but-" Changbin continues to stutter.

"-it's him, sir, Changbin is my soulmate," you explain.

"What?" the man gasps.

"Listen, I'm just as surprised as you are, I specifically said no politicians, Scientologists, or mentally insane people."

"He is, none of those things?" Eros states.

"Yeah well when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone standing in the corner of your bedroom talking about how they're from the 'godly government' and it reminds you of Scientology, and then he tells you he's the son of Eros so obviously you start thinking to yourself that this guy is either seeing something we can't or he's strung out on something, and then he makes you sign your life away like those kids did in the cat in the hat movie, then you can call me picky," you ramble.

Eros glances at Changbin then at you and then back to Changbin, "well were you the only option?"

"Yes," Changbin confirms.

"Well then it is destined to be, she did sign the contract," he points out.

"So wait? Did I sign my life away?" you ask.

"Well not your life," Eros begins before he cuts himself off.

"Dad," Changbin says, "what do we do?"

"I suppose we follow the rules," Eros figures, "you two are soulmates."

Changbin's jaw practically falls to the floor, "there is no way."

So now you find yourself at Changbin's house, well apartment, on Mt.Olympus. The apartment itself is more than just nice. It is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows with a scenic view, a full kitchen with a separate wine closet, even a balcony overlooking the streets of Olympus which were full of nymphs and muses and Gods and Goddesses alike. Ornate furniture with gold accents, a chandelier that looked like it costed more than a yacht, and 4 luxurious bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," Changbin sighs as he takes off his coat.

"Woah, this is your house?" you exclaim as you ogle at the ornate house.

"Yeah," he blushes, "it's ours now I suppose," he runs a hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh my God, this is straight up like a fairytale," you say as you look through the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the fridge.

"Yeah, is there anything I can eat?"

"What do you mean anything you can eat?"

"Well like I don't think I can drink nectar, because I'm like a mortal or whatever," you chuckle as you look at his puzzled expression.

"Well technically you can drink it, but you would like probably pass out from what you mortals call 'alcohol poisoning'," he chuckles as he grabs a soda from the fridge.

"Wait do you have some?" you ask excitedly.

"I mean yeah but like, why?"

"Well I wanna try it!"

"No," he shuts down before you can continue.

"Please! Just once Changbin!" you beg.

"I said no," he says, more firmly this time.

"Ugh fine you're no fun," you cross your arms and take a seat on his kitchen island.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, changing the topic.

You hum while you think for a moment, "spaghetti," you decide.

"Okay," he agrees.

He begins pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry and you just sit there on the counter and watch as the man prepares dinner. "Soooooo," you speak as Changbin puts a pot of water on the stove, "what's it like being the son of Eros?"

"Well, I think it gives people the wrong impression of me sometimes," he reveals.

"How so?"

"Imagine that your father is known for orgies and sex, prayed to by mortals for him to grant them fertility and true love, doesn't always leave the best impression with people," he explains crossing his arms.

"Why not? Are you not like him?"

"Not at all," he mumbles softly, "I do this job because I like making people happy, to be honest I didn't know it was possible as a matchmaker to match with anyone," he explains, "especially a mortal, like yourself."

"Doesn't Zeus have lots of kids though? Is he matched with someone?" you ask.

"Don't even get me started on how many kids he has, y'know we have a whole department that keeps track of his children," he whispers the last part.

You stifle a laugh and get a good look at the man who is your soulmate. His sharp nose and round face paired with gentle eyes and buff arms have you feeling tingly inside and out. "Zeus does have a soulmate, or well he says she's his soulmate, Hera," he explains.

"Isn't that his sister?"

"I wish you mortals would stop spreading lies like that," Changbin sighs and rubs his eyes.

You giggle and swing your feet back and forth. "So wait, not all of you are like related?" you ask.

"No," he chuckles.

"So like how does the whole soulmates thing work?"

"Well, once you're matched, you're matched, you fall in love with the person, they fall in love with you, some couples get married, some don't," he explains.

"Can we get married? If we get married can we please get married by and Elvis impersonator in Vegas, ooh and I want a pink wedding dress!" you proclaim.

"Yeah, sure," he hums as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "anything else you want for our wedding?"

"Hmm, maybe a chocolate fountain at the reception and for the reception to be held in a strip club," you half joke.

"That would make our wedding, interesting," he giggles, turning back to face you now.

"Well yeah, you only get married once! May as well enjoy it! Also honeymoon in Paris, or like somewhere in Europe!"

"Yeah," he smirks, "we can do all of that."

God, he looked good. Did he always look this good? Maybe you were too blind to it before, because fuck he was good looking.

"Really?" you ask enthusiastically.

"Really," he smiles softly.

"What about our wedding night?" you ask before you fully think through what you're saying.

"Our wedding night? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" he teases.

"Well- I-I j-just wanna k-know what you like? I mean I-" you stutter as you try to speak.

You freeze when Changbin moves over to where you sit and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping right before his lips touch yours, you feel your heart thumping in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly relax into his gentle grasp.

"Kiss me-" you hoarsely whisper.

He licks his lips before he finally puts his lips on your own, his lips molding against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. You are the one to break away from the hypnotic kisses he is placing on your lips. "Changbin- why I feel so-" you mumble, searching his eyes for an answer for the certain wanting in the bottom of your stomach.

"The love spell, it- well- it makes you," he flushes.

"Horny?" you ask.

"Yeah," he laughs, "makes both parties-y-y'know horny."

"Holy shit," you giggle as you bring him back in for another kiss.

This kiss is passionate and rough, in perfect contrast with the way Changbin holds you close. His hands resting on your waist, gently rubbing feather-light touches on your sides, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. Your arms loop around the back of his neck, reveling in the comfort of his lips on yours.

It's not enough though, you need him inside you, you need him to fuck you. "Changbin-" you moan against his lips.

"Darling," he coos, "tell me what you want-you c-can have it-w-whatever you want."

"Bin- I-I," you whine.

"P-please ma'am wan-wanna be inside," he squeaks.

"Ma'am?" you smirk, pulling apart from the kiss to search Changbin's eyes.

"Ma'am, mommy, mistress, master, whatever you want- I-I d'care, just pl-please, wanna be inside," he searches your face for any apprehension.

"Changbin I-I, get on your knees," you whimper as you notice the way he looks at you.

His hair is messy, his eyes lust blown and lips plump from kissing. You watch the heavenly sight in front of you as Changbin sinks down to his knees in front of you. He gently holds your leg as he kisses your knee, "please," he speaks a confession, "wanna worship you."

His fingers trail up and down your clothed legs, and at this time you curse yourself for wearing plaid pajama pants instead of flimsy sleep shorts.

You quickly stand on two feet and begin walking away, scaring the man on the floor. "Y/n- w-we d'have to!" he yelps.

"Take me to the bedroom, please," you huff.

Changbin leaps onto his feet and shows you to the bedroom, his hand in yours. Like two horny teenagers left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds.

You found yourself making out with him on his soft bed, it was a little awkward with Changbin's wings on his back, but you couldn't seem to mind, especially not when his fingers are cupping your breasts under your shirt and his fingers are tweaking your nipples in his fingers. A soft tune is playing from what you presume is your phone, or it could be the record player in the corner of Changbin's room, but honestly you don't care when Changbin's head moves down your chest, kissing above your waistband. "Honey," he calls out to you.

"Y-yeah," you look at him.

"Wanna watch you get off," he requests, "wanna watch you, please."

You're stripping off your clothes before you can even think of what you're doing, throwing your clothes somewhere in Changbin's room. You watch as his mouth falls open as he stares at your tits. "Like what you see, honey?" you ask as you lay your head back on the pillows.

He nods and you watch the faint blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Wanna see you too, please, please Bin," you hum.

He follows after you, removing his clothes and you ogle at his body. Fuck, he was muscular, and your mouth started watering when you saw his cock.

"It's n-not," he begins before you are spitting in your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock.

Not very long, but fat in girth, with a pretty flushed tip and nicely trimmed bush surrounding it. Changbin's mouth falls open as you begin jerking his cock, "it's more than okay, baby," you reassure the man whose eyes are rolling to the back of his head from pleasure.

"Y-your," he whimpers, trying to speak.

"Don't worry about anything other than feeling good, just relax my love, let me make you feel good," you hum.

You can see the internal struggle on Changbin's face before he shoves his own hand in between your legs, spreading your wetness around your folds. "Changb-" you begin, going to chastise the boy but his fingers move up to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

"P-please," he whimpers.

"Hm?" you hum searching his face while his fingers continue playing with your pussy.

"Can I suck on your tits?" he asks with a timid voice.

You can't help but smile as the fingers on your spare hand wrap in the boy's curly black hair and bring his mouth to your chest. You speed up your hand that is playing with his cock, trying to repay how well Changbin is making your pussy gush just with his calloused fingers.

Changbin is sucking on your nipple and his fingers are playing with your clit and it all is becoming too much and just enough at the same time. "Mommy," Changbin moans against your chest.

"Yeah, I know it feels good doesn't it?" you coo to the man who is clearly losing himself in the pleasure of you stroking his chubby cock.

He nods his head into your chest and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before his hips start bucking his cock into your hand. "G-gonna-ngh," Changbin whimpers.

"It's okay my love, let go, there you go honey," you instruct.

Changbin cums with a low groan as his hips keep bucking into your hand, his fingers that were playing with your clit stopping and resting there as you watch his pearly white cum shoot out of his cock and onto his soft stomach.

His legs slightly twitch as he comes down from his orgasm before he looks up at you before remembering he is also supposed to make you cum, you don't let him feel bad about cumming first though. Instead opting to praise him for being good while his fingers resume their movements on your swollen clit while his mouth continues playing with your nipples.

"Ch-changbin," you choke out a whine.

A particular hard swipe to your clit has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, clenching Changbin's shoulders as you ride through the high. "Perfect," Changbin praises and presses a kiss between your breasts, "and all mine."

"All yours," you reassure, "all yours Changbin."

[mqnill]

I'm gonna rank all the enemies of Ultrakill cuz I'm bored.

Btw I am a noob and played only on harmless

Filth - 10/10

Nice goobers, basically walking french fries. I can never get mad at them, because how could I be mad at my best healers in this game? They are really cute and are pretty nice. I give them big hug after they take a bite of me! :3 (One punch them for fuel because damn that mouth might've as well ate me as a whole)

Stray -8/10

A bit annoying, considering they get to stand and shoot fireballs at me and move their asses from time to time. Luckily, they're too slow and suck at aiming unless I stand in one place. Great fuel and quite noticeable throughout the game (Until 7 layer, these babies are so similar looking to these fuck ass mannequins)

Schism - 6/10

Strays but upgrade I guess. Too much attitude backed up with unnecessary annyoing ability to live after charged blue shot. Hard to swallow pill. Although they have a noticeable for some reason butt. Idk why but okay?

Soldier - 5/10

That fucking bird that I hate. Would be a nice food, if it wouldn't kick me across the country. Ew.

Stalker - 7/10

Literally don't care about this.

Sisyphean Inssurectionist - 8/10

A tad bit irritating creature, always pushing me on the hot burning sand but it is fun to jump around. Reminded me of an old game on my playground where you stand on edges of sandbox and in the middle of it there is a "Shark" (kid that lost in rock, paper, scissors). This creature is a shark and well, no wonder it lost. I would too if I would only pick rock! Lol loser

Ferryman - 7/10

He was lightning, before the thunder. Confusing bone martial art master that goes up on some building, trying to strike me down with lightning. The dissaperance trick was fun, until I jumped out in the water, thinking he was hiding from me there. I died. Not cool killing me like that, dude. Be fair. Play nice.

Malicious Face - 8/10

Again, this flying fuck pisses me off, but it's a great healing thingy that needs only 100 nails (usually) to fall dead. Although, it is a shame it has to spit in me with fire. Nasty. I'm not into that kind of thing.

Cerberus - 5/10

I'm pretty sure Cerberus is a dog with three heads from Greek myhtology, so no idea why this overgrown football player has that name. This NFL fanatic throws his stupid ball at me and takis his big boy steps to get me, but I'm faster, this is when he stomps angrily instead of communicating his issues with me. Smartest man-looking creature that enjoys any games with ball. Fun to disrespect, not fun when he throws me away like he'd throw a deodorant if someone would offer him that.

Hideous Mass - 8/10

Perhaps hideous, but gives great piggy rides. Nice lobster, but I don't like seafood. Nothing more.

Idol - 5/10

Doesn't even hurt me, but god did you really have to put my food in zipper plastic bags so I couldn't eat them? (Puts some protection spell on other enemies, most often Virtue) Low blow.

Mannequin - 0/10

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK AHHGHGHHGHGGH I HOPE YOU AND ALL YOUR SPECIES DIE OUT LIKE A PATHETIC COCKROACH IMMITATORS YOU ARE!!!!! Scary, creepy, hard, fast? That is supposed to me. I am the war machine that sends horror in souls and their non-existent hearts. You fucking fucks, stayed out till 7th layer to make my life difficult. I better not see your asses anymore!!!! You all will be executed on the spot. I hope you know that you are an unwanted creatures, a poor imitation of anything and you deserve nothing but to rot behind closed doors, posed in worst yoga posses you can imagine. DIE!!!!

Swordsmachine - 10/10

It may be hard to beat, but idc. I love it. So pretty, so beautiful, so fashionate. Oh wow. I missedyou, sweetheart, missed this robot from the 1st layer, been thinking about their glorious attacks and cute rushing to hit me with their arm. Had to pause a game because they were just so... so... mwah.

Drone - 7/10

One eyed poor Shockwave parody. Go boom and kill all your brothers around you, loser. Doesn't even heal and explodes.

Streetcleaner - 9/10

Just one point away because they set me on fire and that's not really nice. But overall great bots, really sweet and they sound soooo cuteee. WAHHHHHH I WANNA KISS AND HUG THEM SO BAD!!! They deserve a big hug you people!!! (Swordsmachine got some competition)

Mindflayer - 7,5/10

Pesky cyan plastic-metal woman. Okay, you teleport, okay, you shoot blue faces that haunt me until they hit the wall (why would you inspirate mannequins like that), we got it. But dying with exploding yourself after I hit you twice with taser? A bit dramatic. Somehow slay, and somehow go fuck yourself, no need to be such a hard target, just stay still, will you?

Sentry - 5/10

I don't like them, but I don't hate them.

Gutterman - 2/10

Fat ass metal discord mod harassing my innocent poor soul. Kicks me across the galaxy, doesn't heal, have a stupid shield (okay cap america enjoyer) but it won't protect you from me. I will still fry these assholes with my taser. Womp womp, die faster.

Guttertank 0/10

Annoying stupid fucking huge discord mod's brother that got mad. CRY ME A RIVER (full of blood so I could use it as a fuel) AND DIE!!!

Virtue - 9/10

Nice healing thingy that explodes, thanks man, but stop trying to destroy me with holy light. It's not difficult to dodge, I'm just lazy and would prefer if I didn't have to do much with beating common enemies.

V2 - 10/10

I love this guy. So silly. So goofy. Hard to fight because that's a literal copycat of me, but hey!!! They're fun and that is all that matters (get coin in the face goofball). Got me a good arm to deal with Discord mods and another good arm to swing around like Spiderman.. But I miss the guy, they died because of me and it's so sad that I won't see them again 💔

The Corpse of King Minos - 10/10

Dapped up this guy so hard he died and healed my scoliosis. Hope he heals his brainworms wizards with fireballs that popped out of his eyes. I don't want that much eye contact buddy.

Gabriel - 10/10

Aside of his obvious attractiveness, a really fun guy!! I beat his ass, he got fired by upper angels and was supposed to die in 24hr unless he kills me (deadline is for real DEADline here), we fight again, I win, he has a moment of realisation, goes and kills his epmloyers, all upper angels, that stupid Council and then shows the beheaded to the public. Awesome. THE GOAT (greatest of them all) fr fr. We love you Gabriel

Leviathan - 5/10

I don't like sea food, I don't like baby faces. But fight wasn't that hard.

Minotaur - 3/10

Why the hell is he chasing me on my train?! Go touch some grass or smth idk

1000-THR Defense System - 7/10

Fun, easy, but confusing. Yet not exciting.

1000-THR Earthmover - 1/10

It was sickening and depressing to fight this Evangelion boss. So many parkour, stupid pests, scary heights I had to go through, no, jump through. But the last cry of this metal creature? Healed me better than anything.

Flesh Prison ?-10

has goofy ahh loking mouth (im not feeding you) no pic doesnt deserve it

Minos Prime - 3/10

Not gonna fight this guy cuz I no no wanna. Besides, this isn't transformers, you are not a prime, you look like a long lost father of The Spot from spiderverse, unserious and unneeded use of "thy" (ok medieval grandpa), bet you are no fun.

Flesh Panopticon - 0/10

what are you. why are you.

SIsyphus Prime - 4/10

Agai, this is not transphormers, but he has a fun voiceline so I'll allow his existence I guess

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Wisdom's Price

Tw: 18+, Minors DNI.

(Read it before you like the story, though it may suck for you.)

In a brewing conflict between Olympians, Giant's and Titans, there was a prophecy from an oracle's dreams that in one of the goddesses of Olympus was a child that would create an everlasting peace between man, god and titan.

This child would be born of wisdom and war, her armor was golden and her helm was clad with red feathers and she had spear that would always pierce through armor, a shield with the face of a gorgon beheaded by a man named Perseus.

In this woman will the fates decide victory or loss, at this time they we're skeptical that it would be Athena's as she never would be betrothed with a husband and by Greek standards is a virgin goddess, a celibacous one too.

Yet, they hadn't considered one thing the yearning for love that burns in her heart as it's compassion releases a intense ravenous lust that needed to quench in great desperation, she also secretly went to a follower of hers, Keras.

Her beauty grabbed Athena's attention, in her obssessions she began to ungracefully touch her sensistive parts and dipped in further with her teeth clenched she had a time filled with ecstacy and pleasure, laid behind bushes as she revelled in anxiety and disdain in her realisation.

But there was no going back, she revealed herself to Keras who was shocked at the appearance of her patron no more an elemental, she dropped to her knees as Athena gave an extremely erotic visual for the very fertile Keras.

"I yearn for your body.... it's taste and touches" she begins to strip down revealing all of her succulence to a mortal woman who was frozen in absolute adoration over her figure, Athena then states "Act whatever desire you have on me, I wish it" a flabergasted Keras does what she is asked and caresses her.

She gasps, she pulls in Keras and embraces her groping onto her parts as she strips her down with a fire spell that burns off her dress, she then feels Keras rub against her body and they get in the act, no shame or relent just mindless lust.

Their acts reach into midnight, both share moans and kisses as she lovingly dominates Athena who submits into her arms and is graced with loud gasps and groans before she inhales and then loudly squeals in glee as she's filled ingloriously.

Athena then promots Keras to be her personal servant and that she'd be leaving her home to be with her for however long she asks, if she wants to leave it's up to her but at any cost she must return to her master who seeks her affection.

Keras, silently thought it over and nodded to be with her as they cuddled into a tight embrace slumbering in the night.

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Once she returns to her chambers on Olympus, she begins to show signs of sickness and Keras caters her in worry to her patron who she'd never thought could be inflicted by a simple fever, once she began to viciously puke.

They both knew, Keras was instantly anxious and collapsed onto her knees as she begged to be forgiven by any means, Athena then lowered to Keras and kissed her lips, saying in such a gentle and soothing tone "Do not fear, it is a child of ours. I yearned to be a better mother for you and this one."

Keras calmed herself and apologized in her shock, she was not ready to be a mother especially to a half-blood child of mortal and immortal tethers beyond her comprehension & understanding of the mysteries lying beyond death.

Athena kissed her cheek, holding up her chin as she smirks cheerfully speaking to her with calm tones "You do not need to apologise to me, dear." as she holds her flat stomach in anticipation for the child to be born in months time.

Under the nine months, the child had grown quite large, active and healthy with hints of great strength belonging from the baby's strong kicks and a combination of aches, few contractions and back cramps from the sheer heft.

A horn is blown at the gates, the Horai have alerted the palace of incoming attacks from outsiders or enemies, Athena then clads on her armor which didn't fit but she forced it down on her round stomach.

She felt the tight squeeze push the baby against her cervix and very uncomfortably, she grabs her shield & spear then kisses Keras and darts her way into the battle nearing the gates and the stables of Olympus.

Steadfast in position as she prepares for battle and defense for the foundations of olympus & the safety of the inoccent, then there a sudden burst of powerful magic that drilled in the defenses of the olympians.

Their a physical silhouette came closer in the smoke, Athena was backed into a wall as she peered behind her shield, what was across her as the shock in realization on what breached olympus' borders, a titan who was against the olympian and one far more dangerous, Typhon and Gaea's Giants.

This would be the hardest battle they would have yet, they all rushed in with raging war cries to be heard afar and not.

Athena rushed in and swung her spear whilst she chants, and casted a spell that summoned a torrent of wind that moved with the strength of her swing and flung the titan she'd been facing as she hears cracking from behind.

A giant cracks the ground and hurls towards her a rock, instinctually she blocks and dashes forwards and stabs through the giant's chest as it crushes her with it's full immense size and strength, she persists through and in aching, injured form she slices her opponent's chest.

Their was a loud roar as Typhon blasted fires that hurled Athena through walls and into an ancient cavern, injured she'd stay hidden as a gush of fluids accompanied by the consistent contractions seized her down on her back.

She hissed through gritting teeth, casting a healing spell whilst she straightens up and waddles still quite injured & hurt but there was a war to fight and she wouldn't give up.

So with whatever endurance she had left, shuffling back to the battlefield and rose out of the ground as she screams & stabs her spear into the ground and casts a spell of storms, tornadoes and fiery spears rained upon their enemies.

Athena hissed as she felt a tremendous pain signal through her entire abdomen, her bump was visibly contracting and she clutched her spear as she resisted the raging urges of labor, though it seems she may not resist much longer.

She hissed at the pain feeling the child descend downward as more opponents faced her, three we're taken by Apollo & his sister Artemis as she faced two enemies, alone in labor as they rushed towards her in aggression & conquest.

As they ran in from both sides, she spun her shield and flung them back as one began to try and pounce as she rushed in and stabbed his gut, chanting a spell and summoning a hot flame that struck through his body and roasted him and the surrouding area, once she took him down she gripped into her thighs, grunting in pain from the contractions and the burning mass that reached below through her hips.

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They charged and grappled her into the ground shoving a fist into her womb, she wails in pain and arches her back whilst the mass shot to close her labia and begins to form the crown, headbutting the opponent, decapitating them with her spear and sprawling into broken debris.

She bites into her forearm, bearing down as the crown spreads slowly as she huffs in air through her nose and grabbed the lower curves of her round bump & weakly steadying onto her feet and charges into battle, shield ramming into the debris and casting a spell into their eyeballs, a crystal form from the inside and bursts out.

The enemy is blinded and flayed open with the spear, incapacitating and killing the giant as she's seized in consuming pains, she tried to hold back but succumbs towards the urge, spreading her thighs fully bearing in extreme aches down her back.

Knelt against the wall of debris, she pressed her fists inwards and forced the progression further, she wails horrendously and deafens everyone nearby and feels exshaustion, the crown formed into a wide circle.

No longer having the strength to push, she begins to firmly squeeze into her bump and wails louder and pops out the full enormous head, tearing her with a spill of blood, spilling alot of clear fluid into a small puddle beneath her knees.

Once she gathers her bearings, she begins to push down the broad shoulders, screaming into the marble and inching the shoulder forward where it jammed into her canal's insides.

Panicked with the rebounding pain, she bore repeatedly and without rest sapping her out instantaniously as she feels the stuck shoulders trying to budge and burning her insides out.

A powerful blast of fire sent each olympian flying out and Athena landed into the stables, waddling into the hay and knelt down in her burnt clothes her lower half revealing an enormous bump, visibly aching as she plants her spears in the ground and held onto it for support as she tugs onto a tight shoulder and squeals through the pain.

Freeing the shoulders, she bore down in one whole push & sputtered with fluids as the child dangled from her vagina, she pulled it out tearing off the rest of her clothing & clad armor to let the child feed and rest for the battle ahead.

Clutching onto her lower side once more, she screamed whilst she bore another child instantly, sapping her full strength down to nothing, barely moving a finger with remaining strength, her regenaration couldn't catch up.

Chanting a heal spell with a strained voice, she regains a remainder of vitality and uses her profound strength on barely able to cradle the twin, leaning back into the hay.

She laid in the hay until her strength was restored, taking the night and day from the time of the birth to finally able into returning to battle with her twins close to her chest.

Roaring once more in nude form, she leapt into the sky fighting for honor and the survival of olympus' rule over mankind and their home with one more battle raging on.

[oneforthemunny]

was just thinking if naming their girls was a hassle for nepo baby and eddie? Specially sephy bc you know that thing when you truly realize how many ppl you dislike when trying to name your baby lmao I feel baby nepo liked a name and eddie was like yeaaah no I had an "ex" named like that or nepo baby being all nope i knew a ___ in hs and I fucking hated her

persephone I think was the hardest, but only bc like they weren't sure what to name a kid lol. they only came up with the greece thing after nepo baby was like about to pop she was so pregnant and she still didn't have a name, and everything was either not personal or they didn't like, and she's hormonal and emotional.

"she's not gonna have a name!" you wailed.

"she'll have a name, honey, let's look at the book-"

"the book is fucking stupid! I don't like any of those names!" you throw the book in a fit of hormonal rage.

eddie is like omfg bc you're kinda scary like this lol, but also like he doesn't want you to turn on him. so he's kinda scrambling for ideas while you're shooting names back and forth, he probably says like "paris" or some destination name just bc it's a rising name at the time.

you're like emotional as fuck saying something like "she's never even been to paris, ed!" bc like???? k no shit baby hasn't been anywhere, but eddie gets the idea.

"what about after greece, princess? the doctor said the conception date was in greece."

and it's the only thing you love. so eddie (bc he was a greek mythology kid like let's get real) you guys start looking through all these mythology books. you almost go with athena bc it's pretty, but the persephone one sticks out to you. her mom sucked and she fell in love with hades, like it just kinda reminded you of your situation and how it lead to this baby, so you fall in love with it.

kensington, after you find out she was conceived in london, you decide like ok let's do the same thing lol. you almost name her london, just bc it was a popular-ish name at the time, but you just didn't want to. and you wanted her middle name to be klein (after your maiden name for your grandmother and aunt who you loved) and london klein just wasn't hitting.

so you're watching a show one day and they said kensington palace on the show and it just kinda clicked. kensington klein was perfect so you went with it.

the twins, same thing, in italy. it was a little bit more difficult, bc originally you were going to name then milan (boy or girl) then you found out it was twins and you just couldn't find a name that was like italian and equal to milan.

so eddie sephy and kensie started calling their practice dolls "sissy" just bc they were babies lol. and it kinda clicked in your head like "sicliy sounds like that" so you had that name in your mind.

and farrah actually was telling you about her trip to tuscany for a family wedding and mentioned she stayed in "siena" and it was just like a moment for you where you realized that was their names lol.

you spelled it "sienna" honestly bc eddie wrote it on the birth certificate and do two n's instead of one, which was a major issue (he got his ass reamed ofc when he finally came clean bc you saw it on their little bassinets and was like ??? they spelled her name wrong and he was like .... wdym??) but it stuck.

zahra was easy too. same situation, found out it was in egypt, and really her conception was greatly credited to the perfume that you got that eddie swears had like horny pheromones in lol.

the trip was given to you two by farrah and when you found out that the perfume had the name "zahra" for flower it just seemed perfect. followed what you guys were doing with the name pattern and kinda was an ode to farrah bc they sounded similar.

then with vega like she was a whoospie. so it took you a while to track it down but your obgyn told you and it was like ofc it was vegas lol. at first, you were going to name her presley (whether it was a boy or girl) after elvis bc it seemed fitting.

there just wasn't a lot of vegas inspired baby names besides caesar and names you weren't crazy about. eddie is to credit with this name bc he came home on day just wide eyed and like ecstatic to tell you that he'd found a name.

vega, which is the name of the brightest star. he had taken zahra to get a telescope (bc she was into constellations at the time) and she was rambling about all the constellations and stars she wanted to see, looking at her little stargazing book and said the name and eddie was like.... omfg that's perfect.

turns out it was on the sign too for las vegas, so vega it was.

[spirngakawening]

Npmd name stuff

Raw notes, can't bother editing

Stephanie (Greek): "crown, wreath"; "that which surrounds"

Lauter (German): clear, pure; honorable

Lautering "is the beer brewing process that separates the mash into clear liquid wort and residual grain" (according to wikipedia)

Lauter can also mean louder, noiser; all, many

Crown Pure

Peter (Greek): stone

Spankoffski (Polish): hhh I spent hours on this and I don't even have a clear answer

-offski = -owski = possessive surname from given name

Like, name/nickname/word > place name > surname

I can't find name meanings/origins for Spankoffski but there are real people with that surname

Could be explained by:

• A change in spelling, because names get altered all the time (similar surnames include Pankowski, Stankowski, Dankowski, Frankowski, Jankowski, Bankowski)

• Deriving from a Polish word that idk – I found spanie (sleeping/sleeping place; maybe Pete had a sleepy ancestor??) – or from a related language (Czech has spánek (sleep/temple) & spánkový (temporal)). Idk. I don't speak these languages

Stone of the Sleeping-place

Richard (Old German): brave ruler (rih + hart; ruler + brave)

Lipschitz (Ashkenazi Jewish): lipa + itz; linden tree + place

Linden trees have a lot of cultural significance (wikipedia)

Brave-ruler Linden-place

Ruth (Hebrew): friend; English word meaning pity/compassion (e.g. in 'ruthless')

Fleming (English): person from Flanders (waterlogged land (i.e. marshes)) – to do with water/flow, also fleeing/flight

Friend Flemish

Grace (English): from Latin gratia; 17th century puritan name

Chasity (English): derives from Chastity (purity, celibacy), Latin castus (cut off, separated, pure), related to chastise

Grace Purity

Maxwell (Scottish): Mack's stream (Mack from Magnus, Latin, meaning great)

Jägerman (German): jäger + mann; hunter man

Great's-well Hunter-man

Additional notes:

Interesting that Grace's and Steph's surnames both relate to Purity - something something neither of them achieve the purity they're expected to

Chastity and castration seem to have the same root... interesting...

Sadly fitting that Ruth's name can mean Pity

Richie's name meaning Brave Ruler,, this is so sad, alexa play the i'm not a loser motif

Max's full name being Maxwell not Maximillian,, he gets to be Great but not the Greatest

Maxwell and Fleming are both habitational names related to water

Fleming is also related to flight or escape...

Pete's surname probably changed from the original at some point. Or I just suck at researching

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if Jack,Hercules, Hermes, Thor, Hlokk, and any other characters you want got sucked through a portal and meet there au dog counterparts and there owner who is a single mom and her daughters one is in her teens and the other is a toddler who just learned how to walk steady on her feet.

•Dog Jack and dog Hercules like to walk the older daughter to and from the bus stop, they live on a farm in the country so the bus stop (which is basically a tree with a bench underneath it) is a long,long way from the house.

•Dog Jack has his own puppy a little female who is the runt of the litter. His owner breed him with a Great Dane female who belonged to an acquaintance and then when the pups were sold they went there separate ways. All the other puppies got sold but they let Jack keep this one since they became so attached to each other,Hlokk is pretty much her big sister (or should I say small sister, even a runt from a half Great Dane litter would be kinda tall.).

•Hlokk can tell it’s them cuz of her keen nose,Jack made a comment in an extra chapter that she has a keen nose. And if that wasn’t enough to convince them the dogs even have the same names as them and look exactly like them lol.

•Each dog has there own role to play on the farm like for example:

•guarding the house and the barn at night.

•rounding up the hens if they get loose.

•chasing foxes and or raccoons out of the hen house.

•herding the sheep.

•keeping predators like wolves and cougars out of the horse corral and barn.

•making sure the cats doing it’s job as pest control eating rats,mice,snakes,etc

.•babysitting (yes Jack and or Hercules babysit BOTH daughters even if the older says she doesn’t need it. They know she likes the company.).

•being escorts for the girls is one of them (a self assigned role) they both get a hug a kiss and an I love you before she says goodbye and gets on the bus and when she gets of the bus.

This was fun, but reading your posts on the dogs to use, I couldn't help but wonder what a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier and a Great Dane mutt would look like. Great Danes are short, coated breeds, so I'm curious if it would have longer fur or not. Great thinking question and an interesting idea for a post. Thank you.

-It started with an accident, a magic spell gone wrong, spiriting away 2 gods, 2 demi-gods, and 1 human, dropping them in front of a large farmhouse.

-A young teen girl had been on the porch, and she ran inside, calling for her mother who quickly ran out, the teen holding a toddler in her arms, peeking out from behind her mother.

-The magic seal that brought them to you was still glowing as you put your hands on your hips, eyes narrowing, “What magic brought you here?”

-Hermes and Thor were a bit surprised you knew about magic, as you were a human, but Hermes was the one to speak, “A magic spell gone wrong. We overestimated the power needed to teleport across Valhalla and wound up here. How is it that you know of magic?”

-You smiled, almost mysteriously, “It’s not the first time I’ve had guests like you lot.”

-Loud barking filled the air and attention turned to two large dogs charging towards the group, with a third, smaller dog running behind them.

-The dogs put themselves in between your new guests and your family, growling darkly until you told them to stand down, as they were distrustful of strangers.

-You grinned at the guests, “Sorry about that, Hercules, Jack, and little Hlokk here aren’t too fond of strangers.”

-Eyes went wide and jaws dropped, looking at the three massive dogs, a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, who’s long facial fur looked strangely similar to Jack’s mustache, and a Carpathian Shepard, who was massive, but once you told him to stand down, he was sitting down with his tail wagging a million miles per hour, reminding them all of a certain Greek demigod. Hlokk was a mutt, half Wheaten Terrier, half Great Dane, she was smaller than her father, Jack, but was still a large dog, wearing a bright pink collar around her neck.

-You were surprised to learn the names of your guests, a giggle bubbling out of you before Hermes surmised that they were in an alternate dimension, where they were all animals instead of being gods or a human in Jack’s case.

-Hercules initially was unsure of this idea, until Glokk spoke, pointing at her nose, “No, Hermes is right, your scents are both very similar, plus they look like you.”

-Hercules was quick to accept it, quickly bonding with Hercules while your Jack trotted over to their Jack and sat beside him, looking up at him as if he was expecting pats, which he quickly got, looking content.

-You introduced yourself before your two daughters, Michelle, or Mickey as she prefers, and your toddler, Poppy.

-Mickey was a bit uneasy with these guests, being a bit distrustful, while Poppy was giggling brightly, waving her arms out towards Thor who was a bit surprised that the toddler didn’t look afraid of him at all.

-Hermes was able to calculate that he could get them all back to their own dimension, but it would take a day or two, and you didn’t hesitate to welcome them into your home.

-Hercules teased Hermes when Poppy saw your black cat that you kept on the farm for pest control, carrying him over, the cat looking calm and wasn’t fighting, “Hermy!”

-Hermes was amused that he was a cat, the two quickly liking each other, as they were so similar in personality.

-Mickey was a bit wary around the men, as they were strangers, until Jack saw her reading Shakespeare and her eyes lit up with sparkles as she was finally able to have someone to talk to!!

-Mickey also bonded with Hlokk, who, while shorter, became like a big sister, talking about clothes.

-Poppy on the other hand adored both Thor and Hercules, hugging their legs, beaming up at them when she managed to toddle over to them.

-The next day Jack and Hercules watched as your Jack and Hercules walked Mickey off of the farm, taking her to the school bus stop about a half a mile up the road, the two men following after, speaking with Mickey, curious about where she was going.

-Thor got to meet his animal, a large reddish colored bull, who looked calm, but Thor could easily sense the power and the two had a stare off for what felt like forever.

-Your Hermes had a job of pest control, keeping rats and other rodents away from the crops, as well as handling any intruders in the chicken coop, while your beloved canines handled with security, letting you know of any trespassers, humans or animals.

-You enjoyed having the few extra helping hands on the farm, as Hercules and Thor got into a competition over who could haul the most hay bales to the barns, while both of the Hlokk’s looked after Poppy.

-Jack tended to your vegetable garden, finding weeding it quite relaxing and Hermes was inside your home, with your permission, preparing lunch for everyone, while you were walking your cows out to their pasture to graze.

-When Mickey got off the bus she beamed, “Where’s my favorite boys?! Where’s my kisses?!” she instantly flushed, seeing both sets of Hercules and Jack there as the two dogs ran over while Jack chuckled warmly at her.

-You had to admit they were good company to keep, seeing the healthy appetites all around the room, including your own girls, was refreshing, but it was fun to keep feeding them until most were in food comas.

-Hermes was the only one who remained awake, sitting beside you on the porch swing, his head on your shoulder as he tried to stay awake, “May I ask, why weren’t you freaked out by seeing us?” you chuckled softly, rocking the swing lightly, “As I said, you’re not the first visitors I’ve had. The first one showed up when I was still pregnant with Poppy, right after my husband abandoned us and the farm. He was a funny man, but Mickey liked him, and he was kind enough to help me around the farm for a while after I gave birth.”

-Hermes was a bit curious, tilting his head up, “Oh? May I ask who that was?”

-You smiled softly, remembering your friend fondly, as he was funny but also mischievous, “His name was Loki.”

-Hermes snorted into his hand, laughing out loud while you smiled lightly as he thought it was hysterical that Loki came here first and helped you out.

-You leaned back, “Don’t mention that I told you about him, he was quite shy when he would talk about his family, like they didn’t want him finding out about where he had been. But if you see him, I have a Billy goat that’s a little shit just like him.”

-Cue round two of laughter.

-The following morning you, Mickey, and Poppy all wished your new friends well as you saw them off.

-They each said goodbye to their animal counterparts, except for Thor, who lifted his hand to his face, pointing two fingers at his eyes before he pointed them at the bull and only Thor saw the bull lift his hoof to his face before pointing back at Thor.

-Poppy was crying, not wanting to say goodbye, the same with Mickey, who didn’t want to lose her big sister and the first father figure she’s had in years.

-You were the only calm one, as your farm was a hot spot for events like this. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last you see of them.

[that-transsexual-slytherin]

this stimboard i made got me thinking about what the most accurate representation of me in the harry potter universe would be, so here's how i think that'd be:

Name: Damien Gabryle Viola-Pitch | I chose "Damien" as the first name mostly because I was looking at a list of ancient Greek philosophers for ideas and this sounded similar to some of the old names while being modern and easy to remember. It also means "to tame" or "subdue." Gabryle is just a "wizardy" way of spelling one of my irl preferred names. They have a hyphenated last name because my parents never married and I spent part of my youth flip-flopping on what surname I should use, eventually settling on my father's name because my mom sucks. Viola is the scientific name for Pansy, a double-edged sword in this case as Pansy is my zodiac flower and also I'm gay as fuck. Pitch is a synonym of black and is associated with darkness, some of my favourite things.

Timeline/Era: Marauders era student | My favourite era and also so I can be with Snape 💞

Ancestry: Muggleborn mother, mixed ancestry Wizard father.

Wand: A long and knotty birch wand with a clear zircon stone embedded in the handle. | Birch is my Celtic tree zodiac and zircon is one of my birthstones (December baby). I chose to describe it as "knotty" as I've never been a fan of the super sleek, smooth wands. I want my wand to look like I broke it off a tree or made it myself.

Patronus: Grizzly Bear | While maybe not the most personality reflective, I've always felt a sort of spiritual connection to bears, so I think that'd shine through in my patronus.

House: Slytherin | Obviously.

backstory ideas below the cut

i decided, at least for this take on his backstory, to focus on him as if he were a background character. maybe i'll write some stuff about if he interacted with the main characters another time.

Damien was raised by his disdainful maternal muggle grandparents until he was old enough to go to Hogwarts. Once he started attending Hogwarts, he spent the summers in his father’s care instead, who he barely knew up until that point. He also barely knew his mother but never tried to pursue a better relationship with her, as he felt scorned by her “abandoning” him to her parents, who clearly did not want a wizard in their home

At Hogwarts, Damien excelled in Astronomy and Charms. He enjoyed History of Magic but his grades struggled due to how it was taught. Similarly, Damien enjoyed the science behind Potions, but regularly got mediocre marks due to sensory issues making the class difficult for him. He was also involved with Hogwarts’ Music classes and the Hogwarts Choir.

During his time as a student, Damien started a biweekly student newsletter, usually including summaries of select snippets from the Daily Prophet, jokes, cartoons, club meeting times (including Quidditch practice), and other random tidbits students might like to know.

After graduating, Damien went to work at the Daily Prophet but resigned as the first Wizarding War began, not realising the importance journalism would have. He was instead planning on shifting gears to write creatively, but the war ended up with him working in an apothecary, shipping out supplies for healers.

After the war, Damien finally started his creative writing career, with multiple of his books finding their way to Hogwarts’ library.

[amostimprobabledream]

SMASH OR PASS ESPADA EDITION BIATCH (respectfully) ❤️

You're on!

Coyote Starrk

SMASH. Have you seen him? He's gorgeous! Also he's the number one Espada, so y'know. The power. Also I like his voice and he has a surprisingly sad backstory for a 'villain' character.

Barragan Luisenbarn

Him old and not in a hot dilf-y way. Pass.

Tier Halibel

Smash! She's gorgeous and dignified, and she's probably the least likely to accidentally (or purposefully) kill you.

Ulquiorra Cifer SMASH SMASH SMASH. C'MON FUCK ME, EMO BOY! Ugh. He's so rude and cold, and his character development is so good. Those pretty green eyes and the smooth voice. He's so fine.

Nnoitra Gilga

Pass. He's scary. I WILL say, though, I do think Nnoitra is a really well-written villain. He perfectly encapsulates what it means to be a Hollow, especially in his backstory with Nelliel and fight with Kenpachi. I do kind of hope Kubo brings him back for the Hell Arc like he did with Syazel.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez

LIGHT OF MY LIFE. FIRE OF MY LOINS. DO YOU KNOW HOW DOWN BAD I AM FOR THIS MAN? I literally started watching Bleach just for him. I was on a Naruto forum one day and somebody had a fanart of Grimmjow as their signature. I was like, "WHO is that fine man???" and the rest is history. I've loved him since like 2006 and he's the origins on my Junichi Suwabe fixation and one of my major villainfucker influences. Icon. Everything about him is so fucking cool, the god-tier design, the voice, the fights. Wow.

Anyways, Smash. <3

Zommari Leroux

Pass. His design is cool but then his fight with Byakuya immediately yeeted any cred he had out the window. Also he had barely enough screentime to leave any lasting impression. Szayel Aporro Granz

I can never spell this fucker's name. Anyway, Pass. Again, his character design isn't bad but the flamboyant evil nerd thing is off-putting to me. He kind of reminds me of one of those villain Pokemon team admins you fight midway through the game.

Aaroneiro Arrururie

Pass. The only time this man jar thing is hot is when he's wearing Kaein Shiba's face. And same with the Zommari issue, you never get a sense of who he is as a character because his screentime is so limited. (Another character's surname I had to google because I forgot it.) Also he lost to Rukia.

Yammy

Ew. Pass. -

Since the Espada are so hilariously divisive (half look like greek gods and the other are straight-up abominations), I'll include the ex-Espada for fun.

Luppi Atenor Pass. I'm sure the extremely androgynous look is someone's thing, but personally I like my male characters a bit more rugged. Also his personality was kind of lame and his fight with the lieutenants was nothing to write home about. Nelliel Oderschwank

PASS. I could write a literal essay on how much I dislike her, but in the interest of brevity I'll say this - her design is fantastic but that's all she's got going for her. The bitch has two personalities and both of them suck, hyperactive toddler or condescending and holier-than-thou.

Dordonii Soccacio Pass. He's so forgettable I had to google what his last name is. I don't think his design is bad but I don't really remember him except Ichigo whooped his ass and then he got drooled on by Nel.

Cirucci Sanderwicci

Smash! Goth chick solidarity ftw. It's a shame such an amazing design was given to a minor character because I love it, she's easily as pretty as Halibel but unfortunately since she had one fight and got stomped by Ishida I think the fandom forgets her. Also I like her name, it's that classic Kubo balance of being goofy but kinda cool.

Gantenbainne Mosqueda

Pass. It says something about how forgettable you are as a character when Kubo didn't even bring him back as a Mayuri zombie, instead Charlotte got revived just for being popular. (L for all Barragan's other fraccion.)

[burner-of-ships]

so i read Lies We Sing To The Sea, and honestly i do not think this book was worth all the drama that surrounded it.

it's a perfectly fine YA fantasy, even complete with a love triangle. i read it in 3 days, it wasn't exactly mindblowing but it was engaging enough and the ending genuinely surprised me. i liked it, but probably won't read it again.

and the entire tag for the book is just people who haven't even read it screeching about how the author, Sarah Underwood hasn't read the Odyssey, and is from England.

and now i feel the need to rant:

right away i'm going to brush away the England point, because it feels like just another symptom of this weird hatred of England that's overcome tumblr in the past few years. sometimes it's funny, like yeah, we are pretty shitty, the monarchy and the British Museum suck, and that should be talked about. i'm not going to act like i'm oppressed because people online make fun of a country i just happened to be born in. but it so often slips over into classism. you lot make fun of poor brits way more than the people in power. funny British accents? working class accents. gross British food? poverty meals. it's punching down.

admittedly, i have no clue what Sarah Underwood's finances were or are like, before or after she sold her book. but my point is that i'm not entertaining this idea that her being English inherently makes her worse, because i don't trust this scorn to be warranted anymore. from white Greek people especially. sorry, but the BM having a few of your statues does not make you an oppressed minority any more than me being from the north of england makes me one, and it's frankly embarrassing for you to keep acting like a non-Greek writing a story set in Ancient Greece is at all equivalent to actual cultural appropriation.

it's not her fault she got a publishing deal and you didn't. be honest for a second, that is what you're mad about, isn't it? that she has a bigger megaphone than you right now. there's no shame in it, all of social media is about trying to grab attention, and drama is good at that, but let's not get too aggressive towards those who don't need to get mad on the internet to get that attention.

as for the not reading the Odyssey thing... first of all i read that whole interview and i can say right away that that interviewer did a shit job. she misspells the name of Jessie Burton, another Greek myth reteller, for christs sake! if the interviewer seemed to Underwood as thick as she seems to me, i don't blame her for fumbling a bit. talking to idiots is hard, and we have no idea how accurately she was portrayed, considering the people publishing the interview clearly did no research or spell checking.

and as someone who has read the Odyssey... no, you really don't need to have read it all to write a story set hundreds of years later, with only one character in common, a character who is given barely any characterisation in the original text. there is one chapter in this book that retells a part of the Odyssey, and i think it did it excellently. you don't need to read about Polyphemus or Circe or Nausicaa to write about the lives of those inside the palace. we don't know how much the author actually did or didn't read, but to me reading the book, it seems like she read enough.

the people who are acting like you have to know the Odyssey inside and out to write anything remotely related to it are snobs, plain and simple. not everybody was lucky enough to get an education in classics. it circles back around to this issue of classism in the UK, only private schools and i believe seven public schools teach ancient languages or classics. picking up The Odyssey from a random bookshelf and reading it with no prior knowledge of the time and place it was set in can be hard! the customs were completely different than they are today! with nobody to explain xenia or nostos or epithets to you, it can be daunting! some translations have great forewords that can help with that, but not all.

is the book a masterpiece? no, it's a bloody YA book! have you seen the absolute deluge that market pushes out? there are plenty of mid books padding out the genre, and this is just one of them. i can name half a dozen better greek myth retellings or YA romance-adventures, and i do always recommend you read the actual classics if you think they'll interest you. all i'm saying is that the book doesn't deserve the absolute slating it's getting, and that Sarah Underwood certainly doesn't deserve this harassment or review bombing. does anybody deserve that, just for writing a silly YA book? sometimes we need to take a step back from the bachannal and really think about who or what we're ripping to pieces in our frenzy.

i'm not gonna sit here and insist you read Lies We Sing to The Sea or praise Sarah Underwood. for all i talk, i can't reach through the screen and touch you, you can do what you like with your time and energy. but if you do share your thoughts or leave a review, then yeah, i think you should have at least read a couple of chapters, at the very least to avoid showing your ass by parroting blatantly false statements. and if you make up your mind on how you feel on it after only a few chapters... well i don't think you have much of a leg to stand on when you complain that she drew conclusions without reading all of the Odyssey.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

People think it's funny that I do this full art set for my chars, but it honestly does get me in the right headspace to vibe with the char. I put on the char playlist, work on the assets, and the char just comes together. Because, first night playing this gal I was excited to play her yes, but I wasn't really feeling her. Start working on art, throw a random song that I haven't listened to in years but randomly thought "hey maybe this'll suit her" into the playlist and BAM! It all suddenly clicked. The process works for me lol.

So Suicide Squad kinda had a TPK (no Jass isn't dead, she ran off into the jungle to go savage; I didn't wanna be the only player not to use tehir backup, plus turns out this made eth story more streamline, because full new party easier to write than "all new but the one guy with the old story") so new party was suddenly poofed onto the mysterious island through various divine interventions. So, we're not a god squad and not a suicide squad...still calling it that.

Thus, this is Theta Blu a Samsaran Magus, originally augmented during the Azlanti Empire to be a living war machine. A solider that when they fall in battle will respawn where you want them to, uh yeah that's a great idea. Thus the name is actually more the designation of which life she's on; turns out she's on her 8th life (and that I don't know my Greek alphabet, I thought theta was 5th ^^; but 8th is better). There were several centuries between her last lives, since she respawned in what are now Azlanti ruins, and no one's really around those to upkeep these days; some adventures let her out the last time, and that didn't go too well for them...her bangs keep lightening as she respawns because reasons.

Anywhos, she's blue, that's the main joke with her. She uses whip swords to channel negative energy and life sucking spells through. Should be fun!

Oh right, playlist!

Riot by Three Days Grace

Cry Little Sister by G Tom Mac

Vampire by People in Planes

O Death Remix by Jen Titus

Blue by Eiffel 65

The Hammer's Coming Down by Nickleback

Come With Me Now by Kongos

Wheel in the Sky cover by Sara Loera

Here also have barbie meme;

[docholligay]

Doc if a friend was intent on giving her kid a name that you thought was truly terrible, would you tell her so or keep quiet about it?

I am of the opinion, and I would tell her so, that the smartest thing to do when you've chosen your child's name definitively, is to tell fucking NO ONE until they are born. It's easy to argue about a kid's name before they exist, harder when you just introduce them.

With very few exceptions, when I was pregnant and we decided on our names for a girl or boy, we didn't tell anyone. I didn't want to have the fucking argument. One of my very close friends that I did tell, actually legitimately hurt my feelings by laughing and telling me she thought it was old and ugly. Luckily, I'm me, and that changed my mind literally none, it was a fait accompli, and, as the ancient Greeks said, suck it.

I think I dodged a lot of annoyance by not telling anyone, and once she was born it was just like, "Well, there we are." Recommend it 100%.

So, before she ever told me, I would tell her, "Please do not tell me this unless you want my opinion" I often tell people not to ask my opinion if they don't want it, because if you want it, I will give it, and though I will try to be kind about it, I am not often dishonest. This is true of many major things in life. I used to be a wedding planner and so people love to ask me about their weddings. Anyway.

I have opinions about everything, all the time, and please trust that I hold my breath every time a friend or acquaintance has a baby. Part of the reason (one of many) hit it off was when we were talking about kids, her attitude about names was "If it ain't in the bible, I don't want to hear about it" and that suited me right down to the ground. Baby names we liked, but given we aren't having another will never use: Solomon Starr, Rivka, Asa. So you get where we're coming from here. An admittedly specific viewpoint

I had an acquaintance who named her kid Mcconaughey, yes, as in Matthew, and I damn near had a fucking stroke. And then the whole Lakyn, Jaden, McKeltyn, I can't go there. Help. Stop yourselves. If I had a friend who told me, "No I want to know" first thing, is, and I'll get some blowback for this but whatever, "can people spell and say it?" It's all well and good to think that people should learn to say any name, but I am pragmatic, and my motto is very much "Work for the world you want, but in the meantime, get real." *I* love the name Yael, and Tzeitel, for example. But I think it would be real real shitty of me to tell my kid "Here, enjoy correcting everyone for the rest of your life." If *I* choose to change my name--and if I had changed my last name for marriage, I would have changed my first, and Yael was one side of the coin toss--to something that takes work, that's one thing. I didn't feel right asking that of my progeny.

Then I would go, "Please avoid naming your kid a noun, in general" though I suppose there are exceptions to this, but if I hear the words "Sparrow" or "Sailor" come out of your mouth, we're gonna have a fight next to the pastry case.

Then the third tier. Where, it's a perfectly fine and average name, I just don't much care for it. Your Matthews and Michelles. That, I would probably shrug. It's fine.

Before you think I'm an asshole (I am 100% an asshole) I am always EXTREMELY enthusiastic at people when they pick a name I think is great, so it's not like I'm all negative here. I've had people naming their babies Moira and Guadalupe and Cory and shit. Raya. Great. Applause, applause. There is actually a longer list of names I think are good than bad.

[circassianhatko]

Circassian Ху/Хужь/фыжьы (hu/hw/hužʹ/fyžʹy; "white"), Gothic 🇩🇪 𐍈𐌴𐌹𐍄𐍃 (ƕeits), Old Gutnish Huit, OE Hwīt, Scots 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇬🇧 Fyte, Wymysorys Wȧjs, OHG Wīz.

Circassian блэн (to shine, blaze, knit, braid). Russian блеск (shine, blaze), белый/бледный (white). Braid (from *bʰrēǵ- "to shine") 🎆👱‍♀️🔀💡

Circassian зылэн (zəlăn; to paint, colour, makeup, beautify, красить) and Proto-Slavic *zelenъ (green, зелёный).

From Circassian лъэ (leg), пэ (nose, tip), лъапэ (foot), дэн (to sew), лъэпэд (socks). See also Circassian цу (c°; ox), цуакъэ (c°āqă; shoes), цокъэжъ (coqăẑ; old shoes) → SOCK, Russian чувяк (chuvyak), Greek σύκχος (súkkhos; a kind of shoe), τσάγγα (tságga, a soft shoe) 🐂 👞

Circassian Лъэ (Lʺe; Leg), Лъэгу (Lʺegu; Sole, Level, Valley), Лъапэ (Lʺape; Foot, Paw), Пэ (Nose, Ledge), Ӏэ (Hand, Arm), Ӏэпэ (Finger) ✋👃🚶

Circassian Лъэ ("Leg") + Пэ ("Nose, Ledge") = Лъапэ (Łāpă), Russian Лапа (Lapa), Irish Lapa, Norwegian Labb, Hungarian Láb, Romanian Labă 🐾👣

Circassian Ныбэ (nəbă; belly, stomach); Veps, Old High German, Latvian, Estonian Naba (belly button, navel); German Nabe (hub). 🤰

NOTE: However, that Naba and Napa in several Finnic languages are borrowings from a Germanic language.

Circassian шъуапэ (šʺuape; "cockroach") → German Schabe → Czech šváb ("cockroach") ≠ Šváb ("Swabian, Schwabe") 🧐🐜

Circassian Лъэпэд (Łăpăd; "Socks") → Russian Лапоть (Lapotʹ; "Bast shoe, lapti, traditional footwear of Northeastern Europe") 🧦 ⪑⪒|⪑⪒

Circassian пэрыт (peryt; advanced, ahead, in front, foremost, counselor, a given name), Russian передовой (pered-ovoj; advanced, foremost) 🔝

Russian перёд (peryod; front), пре (pre; over, most, very), Polish prze (pron. PSHEH; over, great, super), Latin pretiō (I value, esteem) 🔝

Some other native Circassian words: пщы (pščy; prince), пашэ (paše; top, leader, advanced), пащхьэ/пашъхьэ (paščhʹe/pašʺhʹe; in front of) 🔝

See also Polish przed (pron. PSHED; in front of), prze (PSHEH; over, great, super, IFO), przod-owy (advanced), przód (fore) etc. (rz=sh/š) 🔝

🐛 Circassian маркуэ / марко (mārk°ă / mārko; "worm"). cf. Norwegian mark ("worm") 🐛

Greek τσαγκάρης (tsagkáris; shoemaker) < τσάγγα (tságga; a kind of soft shoe) + -άρης (-áris; -er, denotes profession) ← Circassian цуакъэ (c°āqă; shoes) < цу (c°; ox, bull), cf. укъын (wqən; to open wide, bare, uncover, flay, remove the covering).

Ukrainian жар (žar; heat, fever), вар (var; suffocating heat, boiling) Circassian жъон (ẑon), вэн (văn; to boil, plow) цуабзэ (c°ābză), вабдзэ (vābʒă; plowshare) < бзын (bzən; to cut) цу (c°), вы (və; bull, ox), pron. чъу (čw) in some other dialects 🥵 🐃≈#wagon 🚜 #parallels

Oxen were used in farms for plowing as well. 🐂 Circassian цуакъэ (c°āqă), вакъэ (vāqă; shoes), also pron. чъуакъэ (čwāqă), вакъэжь (vāqăẑ), цокъэжъ (coqăẑ; old shoes) < -жь/ъ (old). Thanks to Circassian, it's safer to say French and Middle Irish soc (plowshare) is related to🧦

а-цәаҟа (ā-c°q̇ā) (not an independent word) would be the Abkhaz spelling of this word. Abkhaz а-цә (ā-c°; ox, bull), а-ҳәа (ā-x°ā; hog, saber), а-ҳәара (ā-x°ārā; to ask, beg), а-цәара (ā-c°ārā; to suck, sleep), а-цәгьа (ā-c°g̍ā; arduous, despiteful, aggressive, bad) 💢🐃

Abkhaz а-цәа (ā-c°ā; skin, leather, cover, shell, suck, nurse, plural forming suffix as in Ан-цәа, the creator of all things, parents, progenitors, mothers, patronesses who bore the great matriarchal Apsua people) .

NOTE: Mar gheall ar an chéad dá litir. Sock (item of clothing) is related to Circassian c°āqă. Sock (plowshare) is derived from a PIE word which is also related to c°. Both come from the same root word indicating a cattle. Is é sin mo thuairim faoi. Ó, is ☘️ liom🇮🇪

In English Death is a “He,” right? In Russian it’s a “She” - Smert’.

In Circassian Death does not have any gender (no he or she) It’s called Pseheh [Psew-heh] - literally translates “The Soul Extractor.”

In English & Russian Death “comes”

In Circassian Death “visits”

Circassian жъун/вын(to melt,žw=v)💥жъуэ(~heat,shine,žw)🎇гъо/гъуэ(ġo;l-yellow,dry,hole,time)🌾👑жъуагъо/вагъуэ(star,žwago/vague)💫жъуагъэ/вагъэ(arable land, boiled)⏳Latin vagus(wandering,strolling)☄️M French vague (empty,vacant,uncultivated)👩‍🌾Lithuanian žarijà(heat)žvaigždė̃(🌠)

🌾 Norwegian varme (heat), gul (yellow), gull (gold), Ukrainian zorja (star, dawn) 🌆 zoloto (gold), žovtyj (yellow), Chechen or (hole), French or (gold), Circassian aka Promethean ġo/ġ°ă (light-yellow, dry, time, hole, burrow...)⌛️ ẑ°ā/vā (🔥), ẑ°āġo/vāġ°ă (🌟) To be cont'd💤

Compare South Slavic examples чир (čir; to boil), цирей (cirej; boil) as well as Icelandic bulla (to boil) and Abkhaz а-былра (ā-bəlrā; to burn). 🔥🐃

"Тхьэ/Тхьа" (Tkh'è, Tkh'a, Tha, Thar) means God in Circassian and predates Christianity. cf. Greek "θεός" (Theós) or Old Norse "Þórr" (Thor).

Circassian дахэ (dāxă; "beautiful"), дэгъу[э] (dăġ°[ă]; "good, excellent, fig. fresh, brave"), гуапэ (g°āpă; 😻 "good, pleasant, hot, cordial, guapo") ⋰Ẍ⋱ Old Irish deg, dag ("good, excellent") → The Dagda (🌄 "Good God").

Circassian дэи, дэй, дэйы (dăi, dăj, dăjə; "bad"), дагъуэ (dāġ°ă; "defect") 🧙‍♀️

Goedendag! Circassian дыгъэ, тыгъэ (dəġă, təġă; "the Sun, gift"), гъэ (ġă; "year"), гъуэ (ġ°ă; "time, light red") 🐷 Old English ġēr ("year"), Swedish ge ("to give"), Lithuanian dagà ("heat of the Sun, harvest"), Old Prussian dagis ("summer") 🖐️☀️

Circassian гуапэ (g°āpă; 😻 "good, pleasant, hot, cordial, guapo"), Abkhaz агәаҧхара (āg°āpxārā, "to like, wish, love") → Greek αγαπάω (agapáo; "love").

Circassian гу (g°), Abkhaz агәы (ā-g°ə́; heart), агәара (ā-g°ār-ā; fence, safe place for goods, mountainous KARTli→Georgia), Greek καρδιά (kardiá;💟), αγορά (agorá; CENTRE of public life, marketplace), Russian гора (gorа; mountain), Mingrel გური (guri;💟, stuffing). CORE, PILE🗻

Circassian уэс/ос/осы (wăs/ves/ues/os/osy; "snow, снег"). cf. Finnish vesi, Irish uisce, German Wasser, Wymysorys woser ("water, вода"). ❄️💦

Circassian уэшх/ощхы (wăšh/oš̍hy; "rain"). cf. English wash, German waschen etc. 🌧️🚿

Circassian уэрэд/орэд (wărăd/wrd/orăd/ord; song), English word, Old Norse orð, Latvian vārds (name, word), Hittite weriya- (to call, name)🗣️

Circassian псалъэ (psāłă; "word"), псэлъэн (psăłăn; "to talk"). Compare Greek ψάλλω (psállo; "to sing, make a sound by vibrating") etc. 🔊

Greek ψάλλω (psállo; to sing) → ψαλμός (psalmós; psalm, sacred song), Russian псалом (psalom). See also Kashub Psôle/Psalmë, Polish Psale.

Circassian мыл/мылы (məl; ice, лёд). 🥶 cf. English melt (таять) from *(s)mel- (молоть, to crush, grind, dwindle > малый/small etc.), *mel- (delicate, weak, brittle), mellow, mill… More than "M"ostratic. ⚗️

Circassian джэгу and гьэгу (ǯ̍ăg°, ɡ’ăg°; play, game, Jegu 🕺🃏), English joke, Spanish jugar (to play), Latin iocus (pastime, amusement) GAG 😜

Circassian Псэун (pseun; "to live"), Псэу (pseu; "alive"), Псэ (pse; "soul, psyche"), Псэущхьэ/-шъхь (pseuščhʹe/-šhʹ; "animal"). cf. Ψυχή...

Circassian Псэрыдж (pseryj; "study of the soul, psychology"), Псэущхьэ (pseuščhʹeʹ; "animal"). See also Ancient Greek Ψυχή (psukhḗ; "soul").

Circassian щӀэн/шӀэн/щкъэн (ščen/š[kʺ]en; to know, make), хьын (hʹyn; to carry, take), щхьэ/шъхьэ (ščhʹe/šʺhʹe; head, lit. take knowledge) 🧠

Circassian щӀэн/шӀэн etc. (ščen/š[kʺ]en; to know, make), щӀэныгъэ/шӀэныгъ (š[č]enygʺ[e]; knowledge, SCIENCE!), Latin sciō (I know, make) 👨‍🔬

Circassian Лъагагъ (Lʺagagʺ; "height"), Лъагэ (Lʺage; "high"). Gothic 𐌻𐌰𐌲𐌲𐌴𐌹 (Laggei; "length"), German Lang ("long, high, lofty, tall"). 🦒

Circassian Лъапӏэ (dear, sweet, beloved, valuable, expensive, high, holy, honorary), Lithuanian Liaupsė (praise), MHG Liep (dear) etc. 💎🙏💛

Circassian Лъэтэн (Lʺeten; to fly, jump up). cf. Russian Летать (Letatʹ; to fly), Lithuanian Lė̃kti (to fly), Latvian Lèkt (to jump) etc.

Migratory [bird]: Circassian Лъэтэж (Lʺetež), Russian Перелётный (Perelëtnyj). 🐦💨 + Circassian Лъэтэныгъэ etc. (Lʺetenygʺe; "flight") 🛫

Circassian Лъ(а/э)гъун (Łāġ°n; to see), Germanic *lōgijaną (to see), mid-English Loken (to look), Scots Leuk (to look), Breton Lagad (eye) 👀

Circassian бдзы/пцы (bdzy/ptsy; bit🔩), дзэ/цэ (dze/tse; tooth😬), Old High German biz (bite), Ger. Beize (morDant), Zahn (😬), Danish bid (😬).

🏡 хадэ/хатэ (hade/hate; garden/Garten, Ha[u]ge), хадзэ (hadze; entrance, introductory, inset, hedge), хасэ (hase; assembly, meeting, Haus).

Circassian бдзэ/пцэ (bdze[žʹej]/ptse[žʺyj]; fish), Latin piscis, Italian pesce, Greek ψάρι (psári), Welsh pysgod (🐠), pryd/bwyd (food) etc.

Circassian Гуапэ (Guape; "good, pleasent, affectionate, hot, warm, cordial"). False cognate with Spanish Guapo ("good-looking, handsome")? 🤵

Circassian сэ (se; I, self, knife), шъэжъый etc. (šʺežʺyj; 🔪). cf. English sew, NFris sei, Swedish sy, Polish szyć, Bulgarian шия (šija) etc

Circassian сэ (se; I, self, knife), ежь/езы (ežʹ/ezy; self, alone). cf. Slavic *sę, *samъ, *(j)azъ, Balto-Slavic *eź etc.

Self: Latin se, sese, ipse, Estonian ise, Finnish itse, Bulgarian се, Circassian сэ etc. See also só, solo, seul, suis, soi...

Circassian хэт, сыт, сыд, шъыд (het, syt, syd, šʺyd), Bel/Rus хто, кто, что, што (hto, kto, čto, što), OFris hwet etc.

Дыгъэ (Dygʺe; "sun, light, heat"), Тыгъэ (Tygʺe; "gift, sun"), Гъэ (Gʺe; "year, annual, summer"). cf. Old English Ġēr (“year”) etc.

Ġēr is also the Anglo-Saxon name of the Runic letter "ᛄ", which is associated with the year or the harvest. 🌞

Moreover, according to Kroonen 2013, *r is not part of Ġēr/Ġēar's root. *yeh₁- rather than *yeh₁r-.

Circassian Дыгъэ/Тыгъэ ("sun") is probably not related to English Day, Kartvelian *deɣ-, German Tag, Gothic 𐌳𐌰𐌲𐍃 (dags) etc.

Day is related to Old Irish Daig (gen. Dage; "fire, pain"), Lithuanian Dagà ("heat of the sun, harvest"), Old Prussian Dagis ("summer") etc.

Surely, Circassian: Мазэ 🌕 (maze; moon, month), Псы (psy; water), Уашъо/Уафэ (uašʺo/uafe; sky), Дыгъэ/Тыгъэ (dygʺe/tygʺe; sun), Гъэ (gʺe; year).

Circassian Шъ/Щхьэ (šʺ/ŝhʹe; "top, roof, cephalic, head"), ПаIо/ПыIэ (pao/pye; "hat, cap, covering, pile"). 💂‍♀️🧢 #Caput #Chapeau (sha-poh).

Circassian Тет (chief, head), Те- (on), Тесын (tesyn; to sit on sth), ТӀысын (tysyn; to sit down). French Tête (head, leader), Italian Testa.

Circassian: Хуэхуэлей (Huehuelej; Ukraine), Урысей (Urysej; Russia), Урысыху (Urysyhu; Belarus), Лахь жылэ/Полшэ (Lahʹ žyle/Polše; Poland).

In the Circassian language, Moscow is called "Мэзкуу" (tr. mezkuu; "deep woods, deep forest"). Мэзкуу = мэз ("forest, wood") + куу ("deep").

The Kuban River is called Псыжь (psyžʹ; "old river") in Circassian. Псы ("water, river"). cf. Psizha River (Река Псижа) in Novgorod Oblast. 🐟

Circassian Псы (psy; river), Псыжь (psyžʹ; old river). cf. Psizha River in Novgorod, Pissa River in Kaliningrad, Pisa River in Poland etc. 💧

Circassian Дэлъху (delʺhu; "brother"), Дэлъхьэн (delʺhʹen, "to put in"). cf. Greek Αδελφός (adelfós; "brother"), Δελφύς (delphús; "womb"). 🐬

+ Psël River in Ukraine and Russia.

Pskov, by the river of the same name, is a city and an oblast in Russia:

https://ru.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%A2%D0%BE%D0%BF%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BC%D0%B8%D1%8F_%D0%9F%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B2%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B9_%D0%BE%D0%B1%D0%BB%D0%B0%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B8

It has been suggested that ++

++ Pskov is likely to be derived from the Circassian word псыкуу. Псыкуу (psək°w; "deep river") = псы ("water, river") + куу ("deep"). 🏞️

It may be naïve to associate the female name Tatiana with Titus Tatius. At least for the Slavic and Circassian versions of that...

Mother rather than aunt... Similar to the Circassian female name Тэтянэ/Татьянэ: т-/ти-/ди/тэ-/тэтый (our) + ӏанэ/анэ (mother, table, soil).

Speaking of Earth Mother, compare Circassian Ӏанэ/Анэ with Latin Anus (old woman), Turkic *ana (mother), Old Prussian Ane (grandmother) etc.

Linguist Huratov argues large numbers of Circassian words have been borrowed into other languages of Europe where Circassians are indigenous:

https://adigea.aif.ru/culture/details/49045

(1) Circassian Къуапэ (angle, extremity, end...), English Cape, Norwegian Kapp, Dutch Kaap... cf. Dutch and German Kappen (to cut down)...

(2) Circassian Яжьэ (ash). cf. Middle English and German Asche, West Frisian Jiske, Luxembourgish Äsch, Gothic 𐌰𐌶𐌲𐍉 (azgō) etc.

Фэ (fe) means skin in Circassian. cf. Germanic *fellam, *fellą, Latin Pellis, French Peau, Spanish Piel, cognate with English Pelt, Film etc...

Circassian Зао/Зауэ (war), Зауэ-банэ (warfare, fight). cf. Proto-Slavic *zъlъ, Serbo-Croatian Зао/Zao (bad, evil, malevolent, wicked). ☠️

Еуэн means to hit, yes, and to fight with each other is зэзэуэн. The first зэ- is the verbal prefix. ++

SBC Zao (ill-disposed) is from PIE *ǵʰwel- (to deceive, bend, persecute), also related to *weyh₁- (to chase, hunt) and *bʰey- (to hit, bane).

*weyh₁- > *woyh₁ (to hit, hunt) > Proto-Slavic *vojь (warrior) > Russian война (war) etc

Circassian 🍀 Банэ/Панэ means both thorn/spine/prickle and fight (Зауэ-банэ). Old English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Bān (bone of a limb), cognate with Bane (destruction). ☠️

90 (20 × 4 + 10) in Circassian: ТокӀиплӀырэ пшӀырэ (Tokiplyrè pšyrè), ТӀощӀиплӀыэ пщӀырэ (Toščiplyè pščyrè, old system), or бгъущӀ (bgʺušč).

90 (20 × 4 + 10) in Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Gaelic: Ceithir fichead 's a deich, Deich is ceithir fichead, Naochad, Naogad, or Naoidhead (new system).

Basque: Laurogeita hamar, Breton: Dek ha pevar-ugent, French: Quatre-vingt-dix, Welsh: Deg ar pedwar ugain (or "Naw deg") – 90 (20 × 4 + 10).

Native name of Sukhumi or Dioscurias (capital of Apsny) is Аҟәа (ɑqʼʷɑ), an old word for water in Abkhaz. cf. Gothic 🇩🇪 𐌰𐍈𐌰 (aƕa), Latin Aqua..

BRIDE: Circassian Нысэ (Nysè), Albanian Nusja, Basque Neska (GIRL), Greek Νύφη (Nyphē), Russian Невеста (Nevesta), Scots Gælic Nighean-cèile.

Again about moon. Circassian Мазэ (mazè), English Moon/Month, Ibero-R Mes, Italian Mese, Polish Miesiąc, Russian Месяц (mesyats), Slovenian Mesec, Welsh Mis..

Circassian Къэщэн (Kʺèščèn, qăš̍ăn, kashchan) (to marry a woman, lover), cf. Polish Kochane (lovely), Kochany (dear), Kochanieńki (sweat). 👻

Circassian Пый/Бый (enemy, foe), cf. Proto-IE *peik/k̑- (to be hostile, hate), Latin Piget (annoying), Lithuanian Pìktas (evil), etc...

Circassian ХьэщӀэ/ХьакӀэ (guest), ГъэщӀэгъуэн/Гъэшӏэгъоны (strange); Old English Ġiest (g., stranger, host), Geelþéodgian (to make strange)...

WELL, YES: Ну ды (Belarusian), Ну да (Russian, Ukrainian), НытӀэ (Circassian), No tak (Polish), Na taip (Lithuanian), Nu jā (Latvian), Nå ja.

YES in Circassian НытӀэ (Da/Nta/Nytè/Noda/Nyda), Welsh Yn dda (well), Slavic Да (Da) No Так (Tak) Ну (Ni), Greek Ναι (Ne), Finnish No (well).

Ары = yes| хьау = no

Not КӀах Адыгэбзэ (KӀakh-Adygèbzè; Lowland Circassian). "НытӀэ" is Къэбэрдей Адыгэбзэ (Kʺèbèrdèj Adygèbzè; Highland Circassian).

Макъ(э)+Ӏей/Ӏай (makʺʔèj) means bad voice in Circassian. cf. English Mock, M. Dutch Mocken (to mumble), Proto-Germanic Mukkijaną (to bellow).

Again, "Тхьэ/Тхьа" (Tkh'è, Tkh'a, Tha, Thar) means God in Circassian and predates Christianity. cf. Greek "θεός" (Theós) or Old Norse "Þórr" (Thor).

Circassian дахэ (dāxă; "beautiful"), дэгъу[э] (dăġ°[ă]; "good, excellent, fig. fresh, brave"), гуапэ (g°āpă; 😻 "good, pleasant, hot, cordial, guapo") ⋰Ẍ⋱ Old Irish deg, dag ("good, excellent") → The Dagda (🌄 "Good God").

Circassian дэи, дэй, дэйы (dăi, dăj, dăjə; "bad"), дагъуэ (dāġ°ă; "defect") 🧙‍♀️

Circassian гуапэ (g°āpă; 😻 "good, pleasant, hot, cordial, guapo"), Abkhaz агәаҧхара (āg°āpxārā, "to like, wish, love") → Greek αγαπάω (agapáo; "love").

Circassian гу (g°), Abkhaz агәы (ā-g°ə́; heart), агәара (ā-g°ār-ā; fence, safe place for goods, mountainous KARTli→Georgia), Greek καρδιά (kardiá;💟), αγορά (agorá; CENTRE of public life, marketplace), Russian гора (gorа; mountain), Mingrel გური (guri;💟, stuffing). CORE, PILE. 🗻

Goedendag! Circassian дыгъэ, тыгъэ (dəġă, təġă; "the Sun, gift"), гъэ (ġă; "year"), гъуэ (ġ°ă; "time, light red") 🐷 Old English ġēr ("year"), Swedish ge ("to give"), Lithuanian dagà ("heat of the Sun, harvest"), Old Prussian dagis ("summer"). 🖐️☀️

In Circassian, "Хасэ" (Khasè) means assembly, council, and parliament. Compare it with the words "House", "Haus" (proto-Germanic *hūsą), etc...

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[scentofpines]

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yesterday was one of those days where i felt like the whole world really did conspire against me. when i was at the train station i heard someone call my name and it turned out to be the girl from the welcome event last week that i got along with really well but hadnt seen since and guess why?? she switched programs. to ECONOMICS :| and we were on the train together for 30 minutes and usually that wouldve killed me to do with someone i dont know well but we were really vibing and this makes me so fucking mad, i was really looking forward to having courses with her :(

then i had a seminar (the one abt women and gender history) and it sucked. the lecturer seemed nice (albeit in a bit of a manic way) but the thing is a) half of the seminar will be reading this AWFUL book about basically the history of gender history/philosophy which i tried to force myself to read a few weeks ago and gave up after 40 pages bc i didnt get ANYTHING. and she said repeatedly how well written and understandable that book is :))) and b) even though i asked her via mail before i signed up for the course what the exam will look like and she said its a written one now she came out and said we will have to do a book presentation. and, like a normal presentation would be bad enough but doable but a book presentation?? presenting a modern scientific book about a topic instead of just presenting the topic itself seems so fucking useless to me????? i think i will drop out of this course and do a lecture abt prehistoric drugs instead bc i genuinely dont have the energy for weirdly structured stupid classes anymore.

today we were SUPPOSED to have a lecture about greek archaeology and the dude who was supposed to do it just didnt fucking show up???? we waited for 50 minutes and then just left lmao. i just looooveeed taking a stinky, 3 hour long (there and back again) train ride for nothing.

but at least i got to know two girls i guess. i already chatted with one of them on whatsapp and we talked about ukrainian/russian folk music which she also likes lol and i complimented her name, which is kinda arrogant bc i have the same one lmao just spelled differently bc hers is transcribed from ukrainian. and then she complimented mine back lol. so she seemed pretty nice and the other girl too, buttttt they are...idk extremely girly girlypop perfectly styled girls and i always feel soooo weird and out of place with women like that.

oh god and at one point they both said that they were "for real on the spectrum". bro. BRO. i have literally NEVER seen more well adjusted women who had ZERO issue conversing in this full loud ass room for 50 mins straight, who also had customer service jobs that they can do with basically no issue and that were completely chill just randomly chatting with ppl they dont know well. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING AUTISTIC. YES I TAKE THIS LABEL AWAY FROM YOU. ITS NOT YOURS. MY LEFT ASS CHEEK IS MORE AUTISTIC THAN BOTH OF YOU COMBINED but i still dont go around telling ppl im on this fucking "sPeCtRuM". this term has become so meaningless. i cant imagine how absolutely awful actually autistic ppl have to feel with everyone nowadays basically appropriating their (often) life ruining disorder if i already feel like shit. i know ppl dont mean it like that but it feels so mocking.

and tomorrow i have to get up at 6:30am and drive there again and i will probably get my presentation topic for this other course. but at least i will be back home at 1pm and then i wont have to go to uni for friday and the weekend. its only week 2 and i already feel so awful. oh and btw i fucking miss my fav professor so much it hurts, i know men are evil blabla but i have insane father hunger sometimes (i think thats what its called) and my god. would i do anthing for him to be my father. and then i see my actual father and i just want to throw up and kill either him or myself. genuinely my prof has shown me more loving consideration than my father in the last 15+ years. ok now you know the depths of my pathetic soul if you read this far congrattssss and goodnight

[ajax-mew]

i had went to the police station the same one that made my id

was called to get army paper

(legally all males have to go to army in Greece unless mental illness/physical health/sexuality etc //u basically can get 2 unable to attend and then 3rd time u get a i5 paper i got it at the 1st try got phycosexual disorder 60+ yr old system has no words for transgender)

and was w my dad at the police station and was said cop lady from last post

and she recognised me and basically smiled from far and greets us (basically just a hello or just a wave i not remember but wasn't a full conversation)

we just went in a office in the back hers was the id making that was right in the entrance

and i did a annoyed face the one that u show u no like smn COZ SHE HAS TO KNOW I HATE HER AND SHE SUCK!!

and my dad was like no don't do that

bro (calling my father bro) she sucks she has to know i hate her

like even when i was telling her she spelled my nsme wrong she took me to a different department (the passport making one) and spoke to sm other lady and was like 'SHE think SHE can write HER NAME however SHE want' like yea bro its my fkn name

and was then said i needed a foreign citizen confirmation to write it my way

how can i have a foreign citizen confirmation if im a greek citizen? i was unfortunately born here and all my family is greek?? how can i be foreigner??

cops r stupid

u work at a public service office (making ids) ur should be helpful and do ur job right not making ppl want to crime at u (kill cop lady)

she then was well bring an older id and will correct it ehhh?? u have my old id its my deadname u fkn blind cop?

A simple reading of all paperwork i gave them would have had my name my deadname my name in English and greek and gender just read its not hard? (it is for some ppl but i assume u can at least read at basic lvl for having a job and been a cop?)

and other cop that sucks the whole citys police incharge

we the second time went there to tell them to fix it was sm helpful guy suggesting what else could do (places we could contact) her been all annoying and say cant fix it and then the whole police guy on the phone saying no to fixing my name coz they haven't changed the law in fkn 60+ yrs

well maybe u should coz thats a rly old law and its making mine and lot other ppl w English names life miserable??