#this meaing my blog

[nopeferatu]

i want to stick my weenor in jack's bum bum

[saint-ambrosef]

forever in fear that someone who knows me IRL will find this blog and be able to tell its me

[lngellvar]

EVA RYDER

[sword-swordswordsknife]

[marked mature 18+ & general cw stream yeah]

hi hello it's. friday, not thursday. oops! 8/2 6:40PMISH so ISAT stream with my friend squid :]

he’s in act 4, i am in call, AND SPECIAL GUEST!! OUR FRIEND AYA!! we are doing voices, uhh prob gonna guide him thru some more optional content today?

anyway, come hang/lurk/fish if desired! and if not, there's a vods channel (link in parenthesis) if that is preferred!

today's scroll by offering is p2 of a stream-related WIP… wonder what's happening…

…and okay i guess this post can also have. a bonus.

vvv the king breasting boobily or whatever and the related context clip from stream below vvv

two versions as it was important he was bald in one of them u see.

LISTEN!!! SQUID CLIPPED THAT MAINLY OUT OF CONTEXT AND I WASN’T JUST SPONTANEOUSLY SAYING HE HAS BIG HONKERS!!!!

I THOUGHT THEY WERE ABOUT TO SAY IT THEMSELF BUT THEY DIDN'T!!!!! ASDFSAFDSA

he really did me no favors here smh smh /silly

[un-suflet-anonim]

Bună dimineața răsărit! ^_^

Bună dimineața de oriunde ați fi! 🤗

[life-series-losers-blog]

so any luck with the cap bdubs

DL!Bdubs: The clock? Aside from the moon turning read whenever i like try to turn the dial

[ningningkittie]

the anxiety pills arent even working :c

[nossumusmanus]

" Will you bend the knee to your new emperor, " Anabella asked him, a strange smile gracing her lips at last. So many years they had remained in the shadows of lesser men -- Varis had never been fit for the throne after Solus had died, but he had been the firstborn son. Now that he was dead, it was time to rebuild the Empire in their glorious image. " Varis has failed his duty. You can either die with him or help Garlemald to return to old glory. The choice is yours. "

Ordinarily, it was of no concern nor business to him whom the Galvus family members chose to wed -- and that didn't cease being the case now. That spineless whelp Nerva could do as he pleased; it was Quintus's sworn duty to serve and protect the royal family, as was the case with the entirety of the Ist Imperial Legion, and that wasn't a duty he would forsake due to personal distaste for any particular member.

No, he thought with a hint of bitterness, the killing of heirs to the throne had been Baelsar's job. It was an unsavory task that he was quite glad had fallen to someone else in a position of loyalty, although he didn't envy Gaius for having to take that role.

But this woman... The new empress, oh how she rubbed him in all the wrong ways. The Legatus's jaw clenched tight at her words, and he bit back the temptation to roar at her for her insolence towards the late Emperor Varis's memory. Varis had not failed -- he had been sabotaged. During his reign, however, the younger man had set Garlemald upon a path of unification under one standard, the Garlean standard.

What had Nerva done, aside from whine to his father and hide away while the crowned prince and the damnable IIIrd Legion did his work for him? Nerva knew nothing of military and political affairs, and it showed time and again.

But Empress Anabella, on the other hand, was not so useless as her husband. She knew these matters and how they worked, and she was not afraid to take charge -- which was good, considering her husband's missing backbone. Unfortunately for Quintus, that meant that he would have to serve her, and thus would need to steel himself towards her barbs.

No matter how vividly they made him see red.

Those steely, deep blue eyes narrowed, and his jaw loosened just enough to allow lips to pull back and reveal gritted teeth. Neither Emperors Solus or Varis had demanded he kneel to them. No, it had been something he had been willing to do by his own choice, without prompting, just as he had been willing to give to them his unwavering loyalty. The more Anabella spoke to him, the more his ire grew towards both her and the new emperor, and the more he struggled to quell his anger over the situation at large.

I do not bow to those unworthy of respect, he wanted to snap, but refrained. Instead, he hardened his expression all the more, uttering out a terse reply of, "Yes, Your Majesty," then offered the traditional Garlean salute. "Glory be to Garlemald, and glory be to His Radiance."

[ofengineers]

Tag drop!

⭐ i hope you remember today is never too late to be brand new ( anabella | creatrix mea )

⭐ you had to kill me but it killed you just the same ( sleipnir | creatrix mea )

[hickeygender]

since i'm thinking about the bbc miniseries today i gotta ask: what the FUCK was that final shot in the last episode?? while watching i literally said "what the fuck?! what the fuck was THAT supposed to mean?!?" aloud as the credits rolled bc i was that baffled. i would have understood closing on the candlesticks, symbolizing redemption, or the sky, symbolizing freedom and new beginnings, but the two street kids begging for food????? that is SUCH a cynical last shot, like it's saying "yeah despite the struggle to get to the happy ending for marius and cosette and jean dying content, children are still starving in the streets. nothing changes. nothing matters :))" fucka YOU andrew davies!!!!!

[gxldencity]

I feel like I wasted so much time with reyder when I could've been working on the liam kosta bi crisis fic

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[i-scan-your-poems]

full scansion:

◡ – ◡ – / – – ◡ – / ◡ – Novās secun/dum litterās /meās

metrical form: iambic; if you added two syllables it would be a senarius

“As per my last correspondence-”

[sempersirens]

iuvenalis

part one of strangers in the night

a joel miller au

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author's note: welcome to part one of strangers in the night! this is going to be a six part anthology of joel x reader meeting throughout different lifetimes. expect a lot of angst, pining, and yearning. i'm so excited for each and every era i have planned. they will all be different kind of stories but will pretty much be heartbreaking across the board. thank you for reading and don't forget to follow my updates blog @sempersirenswrites as i don't have a taglist!

warnings etc (spoilers): [historical fantasy au] no outbreak (yet...), ancient rome, reader is a vestal virgin, implied misogyny/sexism/patriarchal society, angst, punishment for sexual transgression is being buried alive (not graphic), historically accurate, no smut, no use of y/n, this has not been beta read pls forgive any errors!

Rome, 216 BCE

The door creaks as it opens. 

You know this dance by now. You should’ve anticipated the wooden shrill beneath your toes alerting the entire household of your deviltry one final time.

The walls hold their breath as you descend to the floor below, the warmth from the hypocaust crawling up your shins.

Yet, all remains still. Not even the feral cats who roam the cobbled streets stir from their slumber. 

Tomorrow they will march you down this road; praetorian guards brushing your bare shoulders with no fear of corruption.

But dawn is yet to break and your palms yet to dampen with fear.

“Iuvenalis?” The muggy air clamps around your throat as you speak for the first time in days.

You know his footsteps as intimately as you know the beat of his chest. Months moving in darkness, knowing one another only under the veil of the night. You’d recognise the weight of his step if you were robbed of each and every sense.

“Mea columba.” 

You shut your eyes as his sweet, misplaced worry fills your ears.

“Iuvenalis.” You breathe his name, surrendering to his hands desperately finding their way from your waist to your cheeks.

“You are too trusting of these streets, mea columba.” My dove. You hadn’t seen him the first time he saw you. It had been the day of your inauguration; he says he mistook your hair for a dove in flight. Wild, white, and too soft for the wind tangled within it.

“These are streets I played in as a girl. They have treated me well.” 

“But, tomorrow-,”

“Tomorrow is a far-off thought, corculum. Be with me as I am now. That is all I ask.”

He nods. You know he disagrees, but tonight he swallows any indication of contention as he silently takes your hand in his and leads you toward the walls of the city.

You can see the Colosseum from here. You always hated the wretched thing. Slaves and beasts banished to Tartarus simply to divert the eyes of Rome far away from treaties signed in the stands.

You hated how as a daughter of Vesta, your presence was expected at each game. As a girl, your father had once caught you squeezing your eyes shut as two lean slaves delivered their final blows to one another's pink flesh.

“You think me naive to have taken up the post, do you not?”

His brows pierce into his forehead as he considers your question.

“I think your family cruel to sentence you to death from girlhood. I think the Gods merciless for requiring such sacrifice.”

"You are brave to speak of the Gods so recklessly." You scoff. Part of you feels guilty; he was devout when he found you. All soldiers must be; how could you believe in nothing as the enemy charges toward you?

It didn't take long for you to become his temple. You replaced his exaltation; the ripples of your thighs his temple; your stifled moans his prayer.

You had corrupted him just as much as he had you.

"Let them hear me. I would sooner accompany you to Elysium than press my head to the altar of these false prophets."

"You don't know what you speak, Iuvenalis."

His grip finds your arm, turning you to feel his breath against your forehead.

"You are dimidium animae meae, there is no punishment I would not endure to remain by your side in this life and the next."

"What a wretched soul you must have for that to be so."

His fingertips find your cheek before you even notice the tears falling.

"We could still flee. I would grow old in the slums of Carthage if it meant I could watch your hair turn grey."

"Traders would recognise a Vestal Virgin as far as Babylonia."

"Then we will go farther."

His beard scratches beneath your palm.

"I will not lament any longer, corculum. Tomorrow, you will walk beside me, and then I beg you turn and do not look back. I can't bear to think of you watching."

For the first time this night, a smile creeps across his cheeks.

"You forget the man with whom you speak. I will be at your side until they drag me from you."

The crowds in the street do not look at you as you walk.

Your mother wails somewhere behind you, but she is blocked by a procession of praetorian guards. She does not weep in sorrow, but in shame that her only daughter approaches the grave unchaste.

He is there, beside you. The guards that encircle you owed their lives to his leadership in a battle on foreign soil.

Your fingertips brush against one another as you walk. You are already ruined, you think, what more could they punish you with?

You think that if not for his presence, you would fall to your knees in the street. You would claw at your skin and the cobbles beneath you, leave scratches in the road and beg to be forgiven.

But he is there, and you will not leave the world as you came into it.

The priest waits at the end of the procession. Iuvenalis' fingers weave between your own, and he squeezes three times as the water is brought forth. Enough to last you a day; their hands are clean if they keep you alive for a little while.

A final prayer is read, and the crowds turn their backs. His hand squeezes tighter; you fear he will not release you.

"No," you mutter, loud enough for only him to hear.

The guards herd you both forth like cattle, the marble descent to your tomb the only viable path for you now.

But he is still here.

Your palms grow damp as the men flock closer.

"No!" You shake your head, searching the faces of the praetorian for an answer.

"It's okay, mea columba. It's going to be okay."

The realisation sinks into your skin like a tick; he never intended for you to enter your grave alone.

The light grows dim as you both are forced into the chamber, and silence rings out above you. Soon, everything goes dark.

You weep and beat into his chest, engulfed almost entirely by darkness. Slim arrows of light beat across his face, and he is here, smiling down at you.

"Why condemn yourself?" You choke between gulps of grief.

"You think I would wait to walk the fields of Elysium by your side? There is nothing for me on this plain of existence without you. Dimidium animae meae. You are half of my soul, I will follow you anywhere. Even into death."

Under the darkness you began, in the darkness, you would end.

[un-suflet-anonim]

@un-suflet-anonim

[howtofightwrite]

Missing an Eye

So, a weird note, I can't find this ask anymore. I think it might have been deleted. Anyway, that contributed to the delay in getting this live on Tumblr tonight.

EDIT: I just found the ask. I answered this on Monday. I am deeply sorry for reposting the ask again. This has been a hell of a week, and this just goes to show how fried my brain is from the stress.

So, again, mea culpa. I did not mean to spam out this post again.

Hello! Thanks a ton for all the work you guys do! It's been very helpful to read through your blog and adjust how I write action. What would you say is the best weapon for someone with depth perception issues in a pretty straightforward fantasy setting? I've got a character with horrible depth perception, but he's in a position of power/influence where he needs to be armed and can't always have guards around.

Depending on the level of sophistication, I'd say that's a pretty good setup for an enchanted prosthetic eye. Depth perception does effect melee combat, but the loss of peripheral vision is probably the more pressing issue.

Really, the time when depth perception becomes a serious consideration is with ranged weapons, where judging the appropriate fire arc is as important as the horizontal angle.

Intuitively, your audience is more likely to recognize that depth perception is likely to be an issue with polearms, more than blades or axes. Then again, a lot of readers often won't really pick up on a character's loss of depth perception as important (even in situations where it is.)

I suspect that a dagger would be the weapon that suffered the least from a loss of depth perception, if the character is using it as an assassination tool, rather than getting into actual combat. Failing that, a sidesword of some variety would probably be one of their better options if they did find themselves in full on combat, though, as mentioned, the loss of peripheral vision on the side with the missing eye would be a more severe vulnerability, especially in mass melee.

Now, the best weapon for someone missing an eye is a retinue of well trained and loyal soldiers who know that your character's experiences make them more valuable as a leader than as just another fighter. That is somewhat how this visual coding works for characters. So, while it's possible that this is some loner, very often that eye patch doubles as a bad of senority.

Also, it is worth considering that someone may wear an eyepatch specifically to prevent night blindness in that eye, when they expect to transition between bright and dark areas in quick succession. One (possibly apocryphal) example were marines who expected to fight below decks during boarding actions during the Age of Sail. Being able to flip up their eyepatch as they went below decks would help reduce the advantage that defending sailors with acclimated vision would enjoy.

-Starke

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