#threnodic

[toastedclownery]

A series of loosely related doodles

[redsrainbows]

VAJE CHARACTER MOODBOARDS‼️

this is to all my dream world, jovial playground, tralude, and general roskaa123 game fans :3

hope you enjoy!!! feel free to use these for anything if you like the characters!!!!!

If you’ve never checked out Jovial Playground or Dream World, please give the neocities site a look around and check out all the info!! (Linked above at the word Vaje)

[zou-pa]

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

threnodic from dream world

[daily-purple-character]

day 183!

threnodic! (dreamworld)

[kleptomori]

[thatbratcohen]

drawings of elegiac, liminal, and threnodic from dream world on roblox

[o-craven-canto]

https://blog.plover.com/lang/anagram-scoring.html (Mark Dominus, 2017)

I found the best anagram in English...

A few years ago I mentioned in passing that in the 1990s I had constructed a listing of all the anagrams in Webster's Second International dictionary...This was easy to do, even at the time, when the word list itself, at 2.5 megabytes, was a file of significant size.

This article is about how I was unhappy with the results of the simple procedure above.  From the Webster's Second list, which contains about 234,000 words, it finds about 14,000 anagram sets (some with more than two words), consisting of 46,351 pairs of anagrams.  The list starts with

aal ala

and ends with

zolotink zolotnik

which exemplify the problems with this simple approach: many of the 46,351 anagrams are obvious, uninteresting or even trivial.  There must be good ones in the list, but how to find them?

I looked in the list to find the longest anagrams, but they were also disappointing:

cholecystoduodenostomy duodenocholecystostomy...

This example made clear at least one  of the problems with boring anagrams: it's not that they are too short, it's that they are too simple...

This gave me the idea to score a pair of anagrams according to how many chunks one had to be cut into in order to rearrange it to make the other one.  On this plan, the “cholecystoduodenostomy / duodenocholecystostomy” pair would score 3, just barely above the minimum possible score of 2. Something even a tiny bit more interesting, say “abler / blare” would score higher, in this case 4...

Sorted by score, there were treasures at the end, and the clear winner was

14 cinematographer megachiropteran

I declare this the single best anagram in English. It is 15 letters long, and the only letters that stay together are the E and the R. There was another 14-pointer, but both its words are Webster's Second jargon that nobody knows:

14 rotundifoliate titanofluoride...

If you are the type of person who enjoys anagrams, the list rewards casual browsing.  A few examples:

5 notaries senorita

6 yttrious touristy

7 admirer married 7 admires sidearm  

8 negativism timesaving 8 peripatetic precipitate 8 scepters respects 8 shortened threnodes 8 soapstone teaspoons  

9 earringed grenadier 9 excitation intoxicate 9 integrals triangles 9 ivoriness revisions 9 masculine calumnies  

10 coprophagist topographics 10 chuprassie haruspices 10 citronella interlocal  

11 clitoridean directional 11 dispensable piebaldness

38333 anagrams, scored

[rossthren]

Rossthren

(Ross)(thren)

Ross, my name.

Thren = threnod/threnody, an ode, ballet, song or poem. Typically about death, sorrow or mourning.

[saevus-brutalis]

— WIP Wednesday Thursday

tagged by; @katsigian thank you sm 😌 i've got qute a few WIPs, not necessarily art related but-

1. but i have this pic of Ragan that has been a WIP for idk how long but i started it in June 2022 and at this point i'm thinking of just redrawing the whole thing

2. attempting to slowly gather mods and resources to mod Vince in-game one day 🤡 so far im only gathering clothes, but i'm thinking of working on a custom complexion and tattoos for him sometime in the future 3. HUGE WIP project - making a comprehensive, full biography, timeline of events for Vincent (that noone but me will probably read fully). it's been stagnate for a while but yeah, need to get back to it. also thinking of making a character/muse profile/sheet kinda thing, so it's easy to navigate and not just a long ass word document

so far im only halfway through his whole life and some of these aren't fully filled, nicely written. i'm quite proud of his early life tho.

4. been working on 2984723198 kerry x vince fics since late 2020, half of them abandoned, half written or not up to date lore-wise; but i have a few that i'm currently working on the most: — ❝shoulder to cry on❞ — ❝kerry's collection of threnodes❞ or ❝you don't get to pick and choose❞ — ❝love on auction❞— ❝trouble at the marina❞ — ❝for old time's sake❞

— [description] — Having lived in Night City for over half the century V expected pretty much everything. His preem ride getting stolen despite best ani-theft tech installed into it, getting ripped off by a goddamn ripper or being poisoned by the only bartender he trusted in town, because someone bribed them to do it. Every possible scenario he had covered; every possible good or bad outcome. Nothing could've taken V by surprise at this point.

What he didn't expect though, not in a billion years, was to get a call from a number that has been silent for the past eight years.

"Hey V. Got one last jobs for ya."

Or in other words - Kerry asks V after 8 years apart to be his bodyguard again. Just like the good ol' days.

will they ever come one? maybe? hopefully?

[ironwort]

miles of fiber optic cables bring me to you. I keep thinking about it, that our world is contained in something as tenuous as this. “if the internet went out, & the world ended, & we were on separate islands taking care of little goats, would you still love me?” I laughed, but the idea shot through me, & I nearly cried. the thought of it was agonizing. even with, at last, the absence of the electrical threnode. even with blue skies & no money & no elections & goats. even with no food. my heart would just cannibalize itself to taste the last impressions of you.

[toastedclownery]

Hello gang

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Threnodic from DreamWorld

[erstwhilesparrow]

i was going to say "language eludes me!!" and then try to elaborate using whatever words came to mind and then it occurred to me that that means language does not in fact really elude me at all. what are words i know. scintillate. chanticleer. quiddity. sesquipedalian. sanctimonious. clarity. alacrity. sovereign. liquid. sanctuary. harmony. threnodic. iodine. halcyon. orphic. credulous. harried. hanger. lark.

i have been in Waiting Mode before. i am familiar with it, even if i don't love it. it is fucking weird to be in a version of Waiting Mode where i genuinely can't sit still for more than a couple minutes.

[janumun]

Hai I just wanted to say ur pureblood sandwich fics are giving me 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌! My praise kink has been satisfied 🥵🥵 also never knew id be interested in poly but ig u learn smth about yourself everyday🥲

😂♥️♥️♥️ Welcome to the (gentle, hard, ruinous BDE) club, Nonny. You will be swaddled in love until it's — frankly — impossible to tell up from down and then, and only then, will le Comte and Leonardo move to fit themselves into you and destroy you again, entirely. 🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️🍑

I'm glad (happy! thank you 🤸🏽‍♀️) to know you're on board with my Leo/Comte agenda, I cannot ever see them as being separate (or ever separated) when it comes to their love for their partner. They're both stubborn, threnodic fools and their Love™️ is the missing piece to bind all of their broken together. Praise and worship are included in the package because can you ever imagine the Comte not adoring and pressing words of deference against your skin? Perhaps only when he is being strict (in love) with his love. 😌

[cicatrid]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 . 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 is  what  keeps  them  from  succumbing  to  winter’s  bitter  chill  . Everyone  is  - or  should  be  - tucked  away  in  their  own  tents  to  recharge  after  what  was  a  successful  train  robbery  .  Jewels  and  gems —  bonds  and  priceless  silverware  all  tucked  away  to  be  sold  all  for  a  fortune  that  could  surely  support  the  legacy  that  preceded  them  .   Wolves  don’t  sleep  .  Arthur  is  wracking  his  mind  for  a  next  step  .  Another  calculated  advance  that  could  make  or  break  the  morning  .  Always  ahead  of  himself  .  With  that  distant  gleam  in  his  eye  that  could  only  bring  bloodshed  when  he  formulated  something  solid  .  Burly  hands  cling  to  his  hat  .  The  snow  squeaks  when  he  stands  ,  the  outlaw  sparing  Jack  a  glance  that  could  only  be  a  doorway  into  a  tender  conversation  .  It’s  saying  something  he  doesn’t  need  to  vocalize  .  Something  too  raw  for  his  brutal  maw  .  He  was  never  one  for  theatrics  —  rebuked   tenderness  in  favor  of  cruel  red  thievery .  He’s  caught  in  a  snare  and  all  he  can  do  is  stare  .  ( The  light  illuminates  his  face  in  such  a  way  –  if  it  weren’t  for  the  ruggedness  of  his  mien  then  surely  — -  he  could  have  been  angelic  .  )

He’s  far  from  .  They  both  are .  That  is  where  the  agony  festers  .  The  mere  idea  of  losing  him  to  a  life  that  prevents  Jack  from  disappearing —  deathless  .  “  I  know .  I  ain’t  tryin’  to  run  you  off  .  You  know  that  .  M’  just  sayin’  :  you  ever  need  t’  run  —  you  know  what  to  do .  ”

𝚆𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚂    𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃    𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿  .        he  does  ,   under  one  great  ,   sallow   eye   ;   the  holy   moon ,      pale  &  silvered   as   a   scar   ,   the   sin   breathing    inside   him   like   a    blackened    tumor      /      like     that   eye  ,   constricting  .   the   weight   of   his   loneliness   seeps     /    like   a   poison  ,     &   the   moon  ,   as    always   ,   that    pale   confessional  ,   the         cratered    maiden’s   palm       (. . .)         &   yet  ,   the   silence   of   the   world   so   loud  ,   the    sacrament    of    spilled     blood   ,        stalking   him      /    teasing   him   with   a   shard    of    the   word       𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.     “i’m   offended   you   keep   suggesting   that   .”    in    this   quiet    place   ,   pregnant    with    sin  ,     /      every   ache   ,   every   murmur     is     an     𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧    ,      every     ellipses      begins     &   ends    with   a   breath   of    the    syllable      hope       /       staggering   ,    a    pulmonary   threnode  .   𝚒    𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎   𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛     ,       excise   it   with    tooth   &   cudgel       /      tear    its   fragile    white    neck    at     its     haematic    seam    .   (   yet   ,   his   stare        sounds    like    the    word      naked   ,   raw   ,   deboned  .    tastes   dangerously    like    hope  ,   redemption   ,    forgiveness    /     again  ,   he   genuflects    to     the    loneliest   star    ,    the     viscera    of    a   long   dead   prayer   .   his    angel    straight    from   hell  .  )      he   pushes   himself   off   the   doorframe   ,    watching    the    smoke   from    his   cigarette    lumber     into    the   sky     /     a    fragile   ,   yet    inimitable    &    envious     disappearing    act    .    unspoken   ,    the    words    untranslatable       &    from    a      war      country   :     the    dangerous    contract       i   love    (    .   .   .      𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴  .   )             “i’ve    told    you   time   &   time    again   .  .  .   i    ain’t    leaving   you  .   not    for    anything   .”