#tzolkin heads

[ashenwaste]

actually fuck it its been long enough since i moved blogs for me to properly put up a notice saying where i went. im @boatemlag now and have been for a while. sorry for ghosting this blog i was experiencing the horrors. now it will be a testament to who i was as a teen lol

[notasapleasure]

Saga AU, before the beginning for Cass maybe?

Askbox writing meme

ooof ooh boy, you asked for it!

This 'before the beginning' is how saga AU Cassian was taken from his home during the wars between the Nonoalca and the Chichimecha in Toltec Mexico (mid-tenth century). In canon I suppose it's equivalent to the mining/ecological disaster on Kenari we don't see, that leaves the scar on the land and the children without any adults.

It's not seeking to make any judgement on the way the societies vary in their attitude to human sacrifice, more just following the (pre-)historic record that the Chichimecha came out on top. Also exploring the idea of Cassian's journey from someone who feels angry that unjust things happen to him into someone who feels angry that injustice happens to anyone at all.

I called him Cahuan here, thinking the pronunciation could shift enough via interactions with speakers of other languages to sound more like 'Cassian' by the time he finally reaches Maine/Norse Vínland. Kerri is Quauhtli.

Apologies for any egregious inaccuracies - I'm grateful to Kay for help with the research into this setting, but any mistakes or misunderstandings are my own!

CW for children caught up in a slave raid.

Notes at the end

Before the beginning

When the jaguars descended on them they were with their mother in the fields of amaranth. Cahuan heard her scream his name - she told him to protect his sister. Quauhtli was a few rows over, barely tall enough to be seen behind the weeping plumes of golden-red seed. She wailed for her mother, and Cahuan told her to be quiet.

He was meant to go to her, to protect her, but he froze, trying to count the figures prowling through the crop: big, broad-shouldered warriors with obsidian blades on th edges of their macuahuitl, glinting green-gold under the sun. Cahuan couldn't see their faces with the bright blue sky behind them. They were just dark monoliths circling the women and children in the field, a net closing in with arms extended, stretching like evening shadows made solid.

"Cahuan! Take your sister! Run!" his mother called again, and he made a confused scrabble for the blade his father had given him. It was only as long as his small hand, black and smooth as lakewater, and so far he'd only used it for killing chickens and skinning game. He understood now that he had to be the one to protect his family though, he had lived through fourteen rounds of the tzolkin and his father had trusted him with this knife.

Cahuan set his thin lips into a grimace and spoke a prayer to the feathered serpent. He squeezed the leather grip of his knife and dropped into a crouch. His little sister called for him and he told her to stay put, ignoring his mother's plea for them to run. A jaguar was approaching her and Cahuan saw a glint of teeth, saw the loops of rope at its belt.

The slave raids had grown more frequent as the war heated up, but they'd never expected the Chichimecha to raid so close to the boundaries of Tollan.

Cahuan ran at the jaguar, head down, his childish bellow of rage mingling with the shrieks and cries of the other Nonoalca who'd been working the field. As he approached, trampling the dry stalks of the amaranth, scattering its grain and cutting across the neat rows, the ocelotl seemed to grow taller. It seemed to Cahuan that the jaguar's great head moved in front of the sun to block his warmth, and the warrior's bare, muscled arms with their paint and tattoos swung wide as a snare to catch Cahuan.

He jabbed with his knife and the warrior deflected his blow easily. The strength of his parry appalled Cahuan, but he couldn't back down now. He felt the hilt of his knife dig sharply into his palm and he changed his grip to stab at the ocelotl's forearm as it swung after him.

This time he connected, and the warrior snarled in fury. The sound of his voice made Cahuan's hair stand on end, it made his heart quake and his ribs ache. The ocelotl struck him in the jaw with one empty paw, then kicked Cahuan in the chest so that he fell back on the hard ground.

The sky was so very high above his face and the ground was hard, rain-thirsty, the dry crop of amaranth whispering crisply beneath his shoulders. Cahuan tried to draw a breath but his ribcage spasmed in pain; he tried to raise the hand holding the knife but the jaguar put a foot over his wrist. He didn't press down with all his weight, just enough for Cahuan to know he would do so if there was a struggle.

He couldn't unclench his fist though. The knife was held tightly in it, so tight its stone hilt cut his palm through the leather and reed grip. Cahuan whimpered as the ocelotl moved his sandalled foot off his wrist and brought it down on the knife his father had given him.

The obsidian blade crunched like bone beneath the ocelotl's weight and then the warrior crouched down, his own knife pointing at Cahuan's throat. The face of the jaguar he wore was moulded into a fierce snarl. Polished white fangs framed his eagle-beaked nose and black paint around his eyes made them seem sunken into his face: clear water sparkling a threat from deep in a well.

"You are brave, boy," he snarled. "Are you brave enough for Tezcatlipoca?"

Cahuan felt his heart thump against his breastbone, responding to this call from the gods. But he was afraid - he wasn't ready to give that up yet. Didn't he deserve to enjoy the gifts of the gods first, before he gave back to them?

The ocelotl took a fistful of his hair and pulled him to his feet, and Cahuan screamed as his scalp burned. He clawed at the jaguar's paw but the grip didn't loosen, and the warrior wrenched his head back so Cahuan had to look up into his monstrous twin snarls.

"The rope. Take it and tie her well," the ocelotl nodded at Cahuan's mother. Her face was wet with tears and her teeth shone white as the grimaced. She held her hands to her neck and shook her head and Cahuan tried to shake his head too. He tried to kick at his captor, but the claws in his hair tightened and the ocelotl shook him by his scalp.

"You'll get your reward, boy! Now do as I tell you!"

To his other side, Cahuan heard his sister screaming. Another warrior strode over to them with Quauhtli gripped under one arm and a second child bundled under the other, like turkeys ready for market.

Quauhtli's face was red from crying and she squirmed and wriggled. She called for her mother and she called for her brother, and in the tone of her desperate shrieks, all Cahuan's bravery evaporated. The stream of pain in his head and his chest met the stream of pain from his family's cries and as they mingled, Cahuan burst into furious, terrified tears.

The ocelotl holding him laughed a booming laugh. "Only fit for the rains. Here boy," he swiped the thumb of the hand holding his macuahuitl across Cahuan's cheek and tasted the tears he'd collected. "Take responsibility for your women!"

He released Cahuan and took the rope from his belt, handing it to the sobbing boy. "Tie her well!"

Cahuan's hands shook and so did his mother's as he wound the rope around her wrists, the obsidian bladed macuahuitl of the ocelotl held to his mother's neck. When he was made to do the same to his desperate little sister, who sat in the dirt and howled at the sky as he approached her, one warrior spoke to the other: "He hasn't the pride to go for Tezcatlipoca. Keep him with these two, though, and you'll have a strong and obedient slave."

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Notes:

ocelotl/jaguar - the Chichimecha warriors wearing jaguar skin, followers of Tezcatlipoca, big fans of the old human sacrifice.

Nonoalca - followers of Quetzalcoatl. Under the rule of priest-king Ce Atl Topiltzil (mid-tenth century) human sacrifice was reduced, as it was believed not to please Quetzalcoatl. These guys lost the religious war, after lots of slave raids and guerilla attacks from the Chichimecha.

macuahuitl - hand held weapon with barbs of obsidian set into the wood (like a small baseball bat with razor blades in it...)

Tzolkin - 260 day basic calendar (from Mayan sources). So Cahuan isn't fourteen, he's ten (14 × 260).

Tlaloc - god of the rains. Tears, especially children's tears, featured in sacrifices to him to encourage the rains.

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Posted Cards Master List - 47.0

May 2023, 1st thru 22nd

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[ashenwaste]

this was my favorite bit i nearly had an asthma attack

[ashenwaste]

Murph: I put my gun to his head, (as Riz) those girls are going to the AV club, what happens to them once they get there? (quickly) Five, four, three, two-

Brennan (as Biz): I-I-I-I-I-I- please!

Murph: Shoot a finger off. Bam. (gunshot)

Brennan (as Biz): (screams and holds up four fingers)

Lou (as Fabian): (aghast) The Ball, god.

Murph (as Riz): What happens? What happens?

Brennan (as Biz): This is no way okay!

Murph (as Riz): Where’s the girls? Five, four, (Brennan as Biz joins in) three, two, one. Bam. Another finger off.

Brennan (as Biz): (screams and holds up three fingers)

Murph (as Riz): Where did the girls go?

Brennan (as Biz): I just- I get excited by the counting and I help count!

Ally (as Kristen): A, B, (Brennan as Biz joins in) C, D.

Murph (as Riz): Stop, everyone stop. Okay. We’re gonna go slower this time. I’m gonna give you 20 full seconds to tell me, and this time I’m gonna blow your fucking head off. Did you just kill my friend? What did you do?

Emily: I burning hands his crotch!

Brennan (as Biz): (screams)

Lou (as Fabian): Guys, we turned into real bullies.

Murph (as Riz): What happened-

Siobhan (as Adaine): No, he’s the bully.

Emily (as Fig): He’s a monster, I’m so mad at him.

Brennan (as Biz): There are rules against this, this is a war crime.

Murph (as Riz): What happens to them?

Brennan (as Biz): This is a war crime.

Ally (as Kristen): Yeah, we are at war.

Zac (as Gorgug): (cutting Ally off, screaming) I’m about to cut your head off!

best riz scene

[ashenwaste]

everything komaeda did was right and moral

[ashenwaste]

tma has it all:

villain who you just want to fucking throttle, just choke to death, smother with a pillow, just fucking beat with a lead pipe because who does he think he is? who does he think he is with his no good snooty fuckin body swapping bureaucratic paperwork fetish eye motif ass. he doesn’t even have a motive beyond power i hate him so much he’s not even a DILF he’s just an old cranky bitch with a slutty attitude. "end the world" bitch i'll hunt you down and make you eat shit so hard you die twice

homosexuality

[ashenwaste]

i think if you put akechi and komaeda in a trivia show together komaeda would not only beat akechi with ease but it would make akechi really mad. one of the questions is about common sense knowledge and komaeda doesn’t know the answer so akechi is like oh this is my chance and buzzes in and says something equally nonsensical with complete confidence, and explodes when he gets it wrong. also one of the questions is like 237x65 or something and akechi starts doing the math with the provided pen and paper but before he can finish writing the question down komaeda buzzes in with the correct answer. akechi snaps the pen in half and gets ink on his coat

[ashenwaste]

like unironically? neurodivergency is supposed to be the concept that some people are just built different. like it’s not about having issues and syndromes and disorders, sometimes your brain just functions differently

[ashenwaste]

murph

[ashenwaste]

yesterday at the mall i decided to borrow a “complimentary wheelchair”, because standing upright had become considerably hard, and if i wanted to keep up with my friends, i needed mobility. this post could become an essay about internalized ableism or a complaint about how the woman at customer service treated us, but then the post would be way too long, an i want to make a specific point.

once i got the wheelchair, i got into it, collapsed my cane, and began a combo of wheeling and scooting myself with my feet to the elevator, so we could go to the food court. the wheelchair was manual, and a shitty one at that, and i have horrible upper body strength, so this was how i could keep up.

my god, the amount of high and mighty people that stared at me as i made my way with my friends. i could practically see them staring intently at my legs, waiting for any sign that i was undeserving of a wheelchair. they would look at my legs, i would stare them in the eyes, they would meet my eyes, and bashfully look away. i began to get embarassed, and exclusively used my arms to wheel myself, not using my legs. so that judging people would not frown at my moving legs. this was painful, and i was painfully slow.

we eventually made it to the food court, and split up. (with a little help from my girlfriend, who, god bless her, wheeled me with my consent over to the burger joint.) i wheeled myself into line, and the amount of people who asked me, looking at my phone, if i needed help, was insane. no! i’m waiting for a burger! and then, inevitably, when i got my meal, no one at the counter was willing to help me assemble all of the things onto a tray to carry back to my friends. i slowly wheeled back to my friends, precariously balancing my burger and shake, while people stepped in front of me to ask if i needed help. no! just move! i got it!

eventually, we travelled back to the help desk to hand back in the wheelchair, and i began the cane walk of shame back to my car. people who had seen my scoot/wheel past, saw me with my cane and gave me dirty looks, and i could feel my cheeks heat up. it was embarrassing and infuriating. i wanted to yell at them and tell them all the gory details of my medical history. i was so mad. but i was in public with my friends, so i kept walking.

the only positive thing that happened, was when i got into the up elevator, a middle aged wheelchair user using the same technique as me in her custom chair scooted out of the elevator, and gave me a thumbs up as i got in, and smiled at me. thinking back on it, it makes me think about how the people who really get it, are the people who are living it. it sounds mean and alienating, but it’s true. i find talking to disabled people about these things so much better than talking to abled people, because i feel like i can be a person, rather than an encyclopedia.

if you read all the way through, thank you, and please give this a reblog.

[ashenwaste]

im a scholar in anime boy genders

[ashenwaste]

the "cripple friend group" to "wheelchair user" pipeline

[ashenwaste]

[ID: A screenshot of the engine room scene from Persona 5, where cognitive Akechi and black mask Akechi are facing off once the partition door is closed; they are each pointing a gun at one another. Akechi's dialogue box is up, and his sprite is him in the black mask suit, injured. His dialogue has been edited to say, "Hospital." /end ID]

[ashenwaste]

irt workplace/hiring discrimination against disabled people: it’s practically legal because it’s expensive/time consuming for a disabled person to bring a large corp to court and that money/time needs to be put into medical funds also a lot of disabled people are impoverished and/or homeless to begin with

[ashenwaste]

we all talk shit about the guys who are selling raymond for like $1000 but wouldnt you like to be $1000 richer over a video game cat? wouldn’t that be nice?