#ROODE: TEXTS

[blackhazefanblog]

BH remake ch 28

The events of Tessiana throwing the mana stone at Rood for it to hit Manon knocking him out, then have the professors finally open the door for Khan to think it's all Professor Rowell's doing are the same.

...But some of the details on what happened in between have been changed.

In the old version, we also see Tessiana pick up a stray ball that rolled over before throwing it but this is omitted in the new version.

...instead, it jumps straight to Dio yelling out to Rood in warning, so we're just as surprised as Rood is. I feel like in the old version you can see how Tessiana just got the idea on impulse after seeing the ball, but in the new version I feel like you're left wondering why in the world she'd go as far as to do that.

This first exchange between Rood and Tessiana after Manon's been knocked out is also absent:

But ultimately, these parts don't affect the overall narrative very much.

Instead, I'd say something that is felt a bit more is how Rood is more shocked / scared of finding Tessiana here in the old version, whereas he seems only mildly surprised that she's a professor at Helios in the new version.

VS

["She's a professor here...?"]

NGL, I'm not a fan of the difference here. I feel like in the old version you get a sense of how strong both Shicmuon and Tessiana are by how alarmed Rood is. Especially since this is the first time he has been such since arriving at Helios, indicating how someone of her ability being part of the staff here could pose a threat to Rood.

However, in the new version he only seems mildly surprised that someone he saw before at the auction is employed at Helios more than anything else.

As much as Rood being obliviously unhinged has its charm, I feel like he feels too invulnerable and perfect in the new version. Already, the first mission he went on wasn't as embarrassing and humiliating as it was in the old version, so I was looking forward to seeing him suffer struggle a bit more once Tessiana showed up only to get next to no reaction.

At this rate, I wonder how future encounters between them are going to play out. I was glad to see that Shic's dynamic with Blow transcended all time and space, but now we'll have to see how much of it extends to Tessiana.

Already, I think the way Tessiana's powers work have been changed since it the old version we see her specialty lies in speed, with her cutting off Rood and Shic's hair narrowly missing their faces. But this has been changed in the new version, with the moment absent from her fight with Shic and I wonder how her ones with Rood will go.

MOVING ON TO BIGGEST FANBOYS LINUS AND LAPIS

We finally see Linus for the first time, I'm glad his design pretty much unchanged!

I know we already saw him back at the auction, but in uniform Lapis is really hard to tell apart from Rood now...! (If you showed me this picture and said it was Rood I'd just be wondering why his bangs are down!) I think it's because his hair is shorter and less saturate than the old version, where it was a glowy fluorescent yellow. I hope the author can tweak his design so he'll be a bit easier to tell apart from Rood.

The exchanges between the two of them remain nearly identical to the old version, just with a change in setting and an added line of dialogue.

In the old version they were walking through the hallway, whereas in the new one they're sitting in the library instead.

Lapis complaining about people staring at them because of Linus makes more sense in the new version. In the old version, I imagine it's not going to get the biggest reaction to see a student walking around the halls even if it's an upperclassmen, plus you'd hardly be bothered by others looking if you're just walking past anyway.

Here, it makes sense that people are staring if a Hereis is spending a lot of time parked in an area for lower class students, and Lapis is bothering by it because he's trying to study. Either that or the author didn't want to draw the crowds in the dang halls lol.

Also, when Linus replies that "It probably isn't just me" in the old version, it seems to indicate Lapis having a general popularity as a person... further supported by them faceless fangirls at the back.

This popularity was mentioned prior by Dio as well, when first introducing Lapis to Rood.

I found this odd in the old version when I reread, because I feel like this factor never comes up again in the story. On the other hand, in the new version Dio mentions he just has "influence" as a Duke's heir but not implying what kind, and makes no mention of popularity.

And now in the new scene at the library Linus seems to be instead referring to all of the books Lapis is surrounded by when he says it's probably not just him garnering the attention. (And maybe that's why they're at the library instead now)

Yeahh I'm sure it's just Linus's shoulder symbol bringing all the stares to the yard boi

Also, while the new version also typically omits things from the older version we actually get the reverse here, with an added exchange between them. Lapis tells Linus to go "back to his territory" meaning to go to areas meant for Hereis. Linus replies saying "where would that be? the whole school is a student's territory."

I like how it now seems to imply Linus would come over to see Lapis anyway and that it's not a one-time thing because he wants to hear about the Black Magician. Rather, his instant response shows how Linus inherently doesn't care much for the social hierarchy between students and likely comes to visit his Idun buddy even as a Hereis. (Though arguably this is the first time he's staying this long trying to get the story out of Lapis, lol.)

[jaxasstm]

*sprints over on all fours*

*points at him*

“Hooker”

-abstracted pomni

" DO I LOOK LIKE—?!”

[biggoldbelt]

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Big scary Grandpa - part 4

Humans are really easily hurt, but also very resilient, watching as Rob play brawl with one of terrans, Jawbreaker, having fun of his life, playfully bumping heads. Letting a heavy sigh, not with heavy spark, Megatron scanned aorund, mentally counting all the kids and feeling proud at their slow but steady development, yet it still felt like someone was missing. Crossing his arms on his chassis, big bot wondered to him self what were you up to today, knowing well that you will brag about your activities, smiling to him self.

Its been a week and a half now and he’s been diligently visiting small human every night, this time not scaring you half to death. And slowly started running out of stories to tell about Cybertron, now speaking about recent events and just how his day was, and you happily sharing your daily events, particularly proud of earning coins and able to fish. Though so far you did not managed to catch anything, but not giving up, a good trade to have. Makes him proud. And he can not wait to bring you, just needs to find right timing to take you here during the day, grumbling about the plan. He can try to sneak you away during one of “free time” where kids are let loose to do what ever they want in camp, yet it is a short window to be able to accomplish it without alarm.

“Something on your mind, big guy?” waking up from his thoughts, Megatron looked down, smiling at Dorothy, who was enjoying her morning coffee, wrapped in a soft blanket, enjoying watching kids play fight as well. She is an amazing person for adopting all five terrans and handling things well so far, and the kids respected her in return. He almost fainted from laughing form that one time when Nightshade attempted to upgrade her prosthetic leg in mothers day.

“Something like this” bot tilted his head from side to side, still keeping eye on kids to make sure non will get hurt, though Terrance knew well about humans and their fragility. “How things coming along with young once, they do not give you to much trouble, do they?”

“Non at all. In fact they help around. But I do wish they did not” a snort escaped her and Megs let out a chuckle as well, knowing well what she meant by this. Bee was now trying to get their attention for another training, or a play-training, just to keep kids attention on him, getting all worked up “So, how things going so far? Heard you disappear of to somewhere every night now?”

“Let me guess, Prime is concerned and he is asking you to enquire about my whereabouts?” big bot rolled his opticks.. he can already picture the text filled with emojis. Why is he using so many emojis?

“He is concerned about you, Megs. You’ve been disappearing off to somewhere without telling anyone. I am worried as well.”

“I can asure you it’s nothing to be that concerned about, Dorothy” Meg sighed, shoulders dropping “Say, do you know by any chance what young ones like?”

“Well they do love soft and cute stuff, poor fluffy ears is now getting pampered with all the love I am scared they will spoil them rotten.”

“Hmm”

You yanked on fishing rood, able to feel hook dig in to flesh and something started to fight back. Glee spreading though your body and able to feel your heart pumping like crazy, you started riling the catch in as fast as you can, feet digging in to the splintered wooden planks of an old pier, grunting as the fish fought quite hard. For weeks now you came here during the free time, throwing in line after line, coming empty handed and with less bait, making you angry and curse all that lived in water for not daring to be caught in a hook. But finally your work paid of and you managed to pull out quite a big  yellow perch that you knew for sure thanks to animal crossing. Letting squeals of excitement, you struggled to unhook the fish, getting scratch in prosses, you tossed the fish in to bucket of water, letting it suffocate slowly while you will fish for it’s bodies, leaving it to a cruel death... yeah, not a good way to go, but you did not care, tossing another hook with bait in to water after hours in grilling sun, hiding beneath shadow of your cap and sun-cream protection, you manage to rill in more fish and now were running to kitchen to show of your catch to cook, who ruffled your hair, praising the skills. You grinned, posing for the photos with the catch as to show your proof to Megatron about your successful catch. You honestly looked forward to seeing him every day now, even if the first time scared you so much. The big bot felt more like a grandpa to you now, someone you can go to yap about your day and get treats, a big scary grandpa that was in interspecies galactic sized war, and being a redeemed war criminal. Yet you felt safe and secure every time you were held by big bot, cradled and called something in strange alien language.

With photos on your phone, you skipped out, skipping over to the shop to get something nice on coins you got, trying to think on what yoou can spend it on. So far you spend the coins on useful things and fish bait, so a little treat will be nice. Walking in to the building, you happy to see that the arcades were free of people, leaving you to play them alone, which you will do. Shoving in the coin, you watched the black screen blink in to life, colorfull character showing up on set of metal bars and a huge gorilla climbing up with lady in it’s hand. Classic, smile spreading on your face, you pushed the joystick, forcing character to move, venturing on dangerous journey to safe the lady. Eight-bit music played along, deafening your perception of reality and failing to hear footsteps approaching from behind and only reacting to touch when your small handmade coin purse was yanked of your hip, forcing you to abandoned your noble quest and spin around, shooting daggers out of your eyes at a very familiar bitch.

“Give it back Dupeng!!!” you barked out, swiping at the little pouch, which were easily pulled away. You knew well that you are not be able to fight them, not because you were outnumbered but because who they were. This was a team of your school cheerleaders, one of the best and because you dared to get your hair done on colour, after begging your parents for it, you were suddenly a target. You got shoved, lunch stolen and even one time got locked in toilet. You tried telling teachers but they turned blind eye because Dupeng was Principals daughter. You hated how she got away with so much where others would get punished for vaping in restrooms.

“Well well well, look who it is. How are you doing?” trying to act all sweet, Dupeng flattered her huge fake eyelashes at you, hiding your purse behind her back while other girls giggled as if they knew something you did not. “So, you know, me and the girls are wondering, where is it you sneaking of every night? Are you like, dating someone here?”

“What?” you frowned, cocking one of the eyebrows on confusion. “Pardon?”

“I mean with your ugly face it must be Dave, huh? Are you two like ugly ducklings couple?” girls chuckled “did he give you this?”

Your eyes grow wide as your little secret is pulled from behind on of the girls back, passed to the front with disgusted expression. Every person seeks comfort for the night, it’s normal, but being surrounded by mean teens made it difficult, but you just could not get any rest unless you are hugging mr. Teddy – a generic looking teddy bear that once had soft fur, now curled from all the love you gave him. Blood boiled inside your body, fist tightening up and ready to jump pink haired bitch that held Teddy by the foot with two fingers, making faces as if she was holding a bag of trash instead. You were sure you hid it well, even zipping up your tent, going as far as being placed on the edge, yet those fucks still went out of their way to get it.

“Dupeng. GIVE. IT. BACK” you snarled out, eyes focused on her and venom sipping in to the tone. You can take all the bullying just fine, you are used to it, but Teddy was a step to far overt the line. “NOW”

“I would, but it will be so boring JUST to give it back, you know” Dupeng snorted, hooding plush to the side “I mean I went though all the rouble to get it, right girls?” the group nodded and hummed in agreement “So it will be un-fare to give it back without something in return”

“You can have the coins” you blurted out quckly. Money here was one of necessities for her type and you hade enough to pay the fee to free your toy, plus you can always earn more, just need to think of ways to keep your night comfort even more well hidden, maybe getting a small lock and shoving him in to bag?

“Nah, that is to easy” She snorted and a wicked smile slithered on her face.

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“FUCK fuck fuck fuck!” you swore under your breath, quietly making your way though the forest, flashlight of your phone acting as the only light once more, only this time there is no path to follow, no safety of predetermine path and knowing that Megatron will be there. The task you were given to complete in return of safe return of teddy was to go to an old abandoned out post and bring something from there. It was of limits and further in to the forest, out of bounds of legal camp site, and surpunded by scary rumours. Ghost, ghouls, homeless people, cannibals, killers – it had every thing and now you had to go in to the tall building and bring something from it. Shuddering, you cursed even more jumping at every frogs croaks and owls hoot, cursing your self for not being tough enough to fight back, yet with how your parents raised you it become difficult to. And it just had to be fool moon, shining high above the dark forest. Slowly making your way though the forest, you strated catching corners of warning signs pooping in your light, meaning you were on the right track, keep pushing though. The warning increased with every step and soon enough the old post showed up on the horizon, the old wooden building standing proudly above the ground and towering over the forest. You shivered, pulling jacket over your self and climbed through the hole in the chicken wire fence, over-grown with greenery and weeds, getting closer. The wooden beams were long time plagued by moss and rot, bugs eating in to it, making nest and spiders webs in the corners of the building. Old metal stairs creaked loudly beneath your weight, cursing to bend and drop you down any second you were not carful and the fear bit at your ankles.

“Fuck you Dupeng!!!!” you screamed out once you finally reached the top, able to have a little break and look aorund. The old building was covered with planks, shards of broken glass scattered around and covered with leaves that were miraculously blown up here. Light zapping around, you can see some letters, rusted metal dish and some other stuff. You can see a crack in one of the boarded up windows, allowing you to peek inside. Right it looks like every thing was left behind in a hurry – the old bed was right there, still unmade and pillows tossed around, grey from all the time and dirt, table still had some plates on it and what ever it was molded and rotted long time ago, old radio was covered in spider webs and dust bunnies. Right this place clearly have not been touched by human hand for a very-very long time, meaning you can grab something quickly and leave. Pulling away from dirty wooden boards, you scanned the area, hopping to find some way in, prying on the door, which creaked loudly and screamed, but did not budge. Right, okay, walking all around the small mini house, with wood sinking in a few places, making your heart skip a beat, you managed to find a hole big enough to crawl in, with skin getting scraped by wood and leaving a few splinters in palms, which you removed with a hissing pain, shocked at how huge they were. It did not smell to nice inside the old building, making you cough immideatly and cover mouth with fabric of your shirt, glansing around for something small to grab and leave, really not wishing to extend your welcome here.

There was a lot of things here – old gramophone, old radio, plates, books and many other things, all is needed to be done so grab smallest thing with a date on it and leave quickly. Walking a bit around, circling the table, eyes shifted aorund the place, spotting an old calendar with date and year, perfect proof that you did visited the cursed place, finally taking a step back and just look around, chuckling at them self. The place, even if abended, did not look that scary, just getting the bad rep like any other old building left to rot and to it’s fate, with teens covering walls in grafity. Though it still smelled bad. Crawling back out, you took your time to enjoy the view, inhaling fresh minty air and leaning on old rail, ignoring all the voices inside your mind screaming about danger. The view from here looked better – the huge full moon shine now pleasantly from above, hanging in the vast space of star filled void, the soft pale light of moon shined gently on the forest, reminding you of one of the famous painting you once saw in museum – Moonlight night on the Dnieper. The way artist perfectly manage to depict light reflecting from the river made it look fascinating and the small moon seemed to glow in the dark it self. From this height you can see the small glitter of fire form the camp, the only indignation people were there. Letting a heavy sigh you grumble a bit, hand clamping on the old calendar, listening to the natures orchestra. It was nice to see something like this, maybe it was not to bad that you were forced to come here, taking out your phone and taking a picture of the scenery, knowing well that the phone wont depict the moon just as glorious as you see it. Suddenly the whole forest went quite – no longer hearing he croaks, crickets no longer sung and the owl went silent, the only noise was the howl of the wind. Your skin prickled with worry and goosebumps run down your spine, getting alert immideatly. Its not a good sign how quickly it all went quite and you knew that it was not Megatron, because by now he did not scare the life in to silence. A quite rumbled echoed somewhere behind and out of curiosity, you circled the building, eyes peering in to the darkness. You can see trees shake valiantly, and the movement to quickly getting closer to the tower.

Okay, never mind, this place is cursed, with bated breath you ran towards stairs, wood creaking loudly and it gave under, dropping you to the floor. You yelped in pain as old wooden floor scraped your knees and you can hear your jeans getting torn, thankfully it was one that you did not regret tearing up, but still. Sucking in the air to ease the pain, you crawled up, back on your feet, the booming getting louder and a clear sound of metal clashing forced your heart to beat faster. Yet seemed luck was not on your side as the loud sound of crashing rattled the entire building and a loud creaking and splintering of wood echoed though the forest with building shaking and slowly tilting, you screamed, rushing to grab on to something for support, eyes wide as the building started falling down with you still in it, lungs burning with scream. You can feel guts shift and blood going cold, wind whistling in your ears and eyes tearing up, watching line of trees getting closer with every nanosecond. You can see life flashing before your own eyes, from childhood to the last second, regretting every thing that you were not to brave to do, the building slamming in to first of trees, wood splintering loudly and you flying out, despite dead mans grip, flying through the forest and hitting the gorund with quite a force to knock the air out of your lungs and you swore you could hear something crack in your body. Immideatly the pain flooded your body, tears swelling up in your eyes and painful lump threatened to choke you, but you did not had time for self pity, able to hear scuffle just inches away from you. Rolling on your stomach, you crawled away cus every time you got up the legs would get all jelly and just fall down. You kept crawling, feeling gorund shake from the fight and actively looking for a way out. Yet it seemd like luck was not on your side ever since Dupeng had her sights on you, huge metal hand wrapping around and pulling you swiftly, air whistled again in ears, world going dizzy and you felt like you were about to hurl.

What is Mandroid and his bugs doing here!? Megatron grumbled, tossing another bug to the side and sending an angry field blast after it, making sure they will not get up back again. He was coming over to see small one, bringing something for them as well. It was difficult to obtain and even harder to leave the base as Prime seemed to go out of his way to talk to him, trying to figure out just were ex decepticon was heading every night, with Elita-one not to far behind with her own questioning. Yes, he had respect for both of them, but had no reason telling them about his privet life, let alone where he was going and got a bit heated about Prime involving Dorothy in to it. It was decided to just let him be and on that note he left to the camp, fuming a bit about the talk. Landing further from the camp then he ususaly does, Megatron slowly started walking towards it, the faint light aiding him with directions what he did not expect is to hear something cliking behind, turning in time to swat flying at his helm metal bug creature, legs spread and screeching. Just what he needed, because if there is one of those things surely the other swarm was not to far behind. And he was not wrong, those things immideatly swarming and forcing him to fight. Blasting at them, forced to fight and praying to Primus that the camp wont hear the fight. Moving around, he was a bit overwhelmed when they combined in to centipede, sending him flying through forest and though some structure, breaking poles and support in process. A blood curdling scream filled the air and something slammed not far behind him, his head snapping to side and opticks growing wide at small little form landing not far from were building collapsed and crawling to get away. There was no good place for you to hide here and you already looked hurt, so he had to quickly grab you and roll as centipede slammed it self. You screamed louder, prying his fingers, propably to confused to even realize it was him, banging on his fist and kicking legs. It made him feel incredibly bad, but now your survival depended on him fully. Blasting at the thing, he manage to break it apart, finally, and stood up, quickly pushing you to his chassis, glaring at surrounding him spider-bots, jumping up to his peds.

Are they seriously gonna attack him with an injured youngling in his servos? It really did not surprise him as dr. Meridian was not above hurting Malto’ kids just because of their mother conection, so hurting another human in order to save humanity form his kind sounded a lot like him. Growling, big bot bared his sharp denta, his plasma gun warming up as one and only warning to the creatures, servo tightening just a bit aorund the small body, his digits pressing just a bit tighter in to small body, able to feel little spark inside your chest flattering like a bird inside the cage, earning for freedome. The creatures did not heard to his warnings, immideatly jumping at him only to get blasted. It will be hard to fight with a human in his hand, but he head to as to run away right now will out him in easy spot to get captured, so fighting was the only way.

Warm fingers tightened around you, you kiked and yelled, to blinded by panic, fear and pain that still was in your back. It felt like a fire and every breath hurt, so you could not speak at all, only clinging on while the huge bot let a deep growl and started fighting again. You just clung, eyes shut tight and waiting for the outcome it seemed like big bot came victorious and let a sigh of relief, you finally opening your eyes one by one, staring around, trying to see what will happened next. The ground was littered with broken bodies of huge spiders made out metal, some twitching time to time, but not functioning at all. The rumble from inside the big bot slowed down a bit, calming down and you finally were pulled away from the chest, eyes staring at familiar face, who you were more then happy to see now. Without more words, you let a heavy sigh of relief, feeling every thing finally hitting you and eyes growing heavy, slumping down, last thing you hear is Megatron worried call or you.

[junesrooms]

one of the most interesting things to me about anglo saxon literature is that we don't have any documentation of the origins of the texts. i mean like, sure, we have the original transcriptions, but those aren't reflective of the creator's initial tale for a multitude of reasons!

the anglo saxons' literature was shared and performed orally by a scop (bard) at large feasts and gatherings, typically to celebrate battles won. the anglo saxons were a warrior-based culture so obviously their literature reflected that, revolving around heroism/heroic deeds, valor, honor, etc. in the form of alliterative epic poetry (one of the most well-known examples being that of beowulf). on the opposite end of the spectrum, the anglo saxons also remembered the people that were lost in battle and created the most similar form of the elegy that we see today (my favorite example being "the wife's lament"). the anglo saxons lacked written tradition and would not have transcribed their own literature but luckily some religious figures (priests/members of the clergy/monks, if i remember correctly?) lived near the anglo saxons were literate and took an interest in their culture and took on the task of transcribing whichever pieces were performed for them, which is now the collection of anglo saxon literature we have today!

there are a few problems with this though. first, simply because of the nature of oral tradition it's difficult to trace back to who originally wrote it, what their intent was, what their life was like, even down to the very basics of their age, gender, and social class. there's also the fact that since the pieces are all orally performed, words could be changed or forgotten from person-to-person or emphasized by one person and disregarded by the next, all depending on how they're being performed. all of these things affect the perception of the piece and how it can change as it passes from person to person until it eventually ends up being transcribed. there's no way of knowing how many changes and iterations it went through before it ended up the way the transcriber heard it.

then of course, there's the other problem: the biases of the transcribers. the anglo saxons were primarily pagan and of course their literature reflected that. again, they were a warrior-based society so their ideals were much different than those of the general british population in the middle ages. their scibes were catholic (so obviously anti-pagan) and because they were the ones transcribing everything, they had the freedom to alter things as they pleased. this is where we get some really interesting and confused pieces of anglo saxon literature like beowulf which has really strong pagan themes and and ideals but will then constantly reiterate that it's all due to the grace of god and jesus that beowulf is so strong and heroic. it's such an interesting phenomenon that's seen a lot in anglo saxon literature (another example off the top of my head "the dream of the rood") where they'll carry over the strong pagan themes of the anglo saxons but then cram in that it's all due to the prayer and worship of the christian god. super interesting to see how they interact and what aspects were taken from which.

but this also leads to my other point—it's literally impossible to know what actually was written by the anglo saxons and what was written by the scibes. we can theorize which portions were written by who, but because at the time there was an active effort to convert anglo saxons to catholicism which did end up partially (and i believe ultimately?) successful!! so there's an awkward sort of overlap there that makes it so we'll never really know what was actually intended by the anglo saxons and what was altered by the catholic scribes.

anyways i was just working on my research paper about women in anglo saxon literature and was just thinking about authorial intent and just wanted to rant about it

[scotianostra]

On June 18th 1633 Charles I is crowned King of Scots in Edinburgh.

Wikipedia and other sources tells us that this happened at St Giles and while there was a ceremony there I am inclined to believe the actually crowning was at Holyrood.

All that remained of the abbey was the nave, the remainder of the church having been demolished in 1570, and the structure was now restored for the occasion. Charles had been crowned at Westminster in 1626 but the Scottish Parliament in Edinburgh told him if he wanted to be known as King of Scots he had to be crowned as such in Scotland.

This was the first coronation in Scotland since that of King James VI in 1567, and as with the coronations of King James V and Queen Mary I, had been that of an infant. Not since that of James IV in 1488, at the age of 16, had there been the coronation of near adult, and before that it was that of King James I in 1424 which had last seen an adult ritually receive the Honours of Scotland. Probably for these reasons the King appointed a commission to research the rite, and this is a major source for our knowledge of the Scottish ceremony. Only once since has there been a Scottish coronation - that of King Charles II in 1651. The 1513 and 1543 ceremonies had taken place in the Chapel Royal at Stirling and that of 1567 in the parish church of the Holy Rood there. The abbey of Scone, traditional place of coronations up to 1424, had been destroyed, and for this occasion the ceremonial was located in the remains of Holyrood abbey, which had seen the coronation of King James II in 1437.

For the ceremony the King wore the mantle of King James IV - as with other realms then and now such state vesture can have along life.

The text of the Coronation Oath sworn by Kings of Scots from King James VI onwards was approved by the Scottish Parliament in 1567:

I, N.N., promise faithfully, in the presence of the eternal, my God, that I, enduring the whole Course of my Life, shall serve the same Eternal, my God, to the utmost of my Power, accordingly as he required in his most Holy Word, revealed and contained in the New and Old Testament; and according to the same Word shall maintain the true Religion of Jesus Christ, the preaching of his Holy Word, and due and right administration of his Sacraments, now received and practised within this Realm; and shall abolish and oppose all false Religion contrary to the same; and shall rule the People committed to my Charge, according to the Will and Command of God, revealed in his foresaid Word, and according to the lovable Laws and Constitutions received in this Realm, in no way repugnant to the said Word of the Eternal, my God; and shall procure to my utmost to the Kirk of God and whole Christian people true and perfect Peace in all times coming; the Rights and Rents, with all just privileges of the Crown of Scotland, I shall preserve and keep inviolate, neither shall I transfer nor alienate the same; I shall forbid and repress in all Estates and all Degrees theft, Oppression and all kind of Wrong; in all Judgements, I shall command and procure that Justice and Equity be kept to all creatures without exception, as he be merciful to me and you that is the Lord and Father of all Mercies; and out of all my lands and empire I shall be careful to root out all Heresy and Enemies to the true Worship of God, that shall be convicted by the true Kirk of God of the foresaid Crimes; and these Things above-written I faithfully affirm by my solemn Oath.

A later version was introduced in 1689.

The picture is Portrait of Charles by Gerard van Honthorst, 1628

[optikestrav]

Sligo Abbey (1253CE)

& Garavogue River, Sligo, Ireland (2023)

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text: irishstones.org

Though this church is commonly known as Sligo Abbey it was a Dominican Friary. It was founded in 1252 by Maurice FitzGerald who also founded the town of Sligo. The church itself is a nave and chancel structure aligned to east (95°), the two sections were divided by a rare example of rood screen, which was built in the 15th century and has now been partially rebuilt, a feature not very common in the Irish churches. In the nave there are seven elegant grave slabs set into the north wall and the wonderful burial place of O'Crean family, dated 1506, with a pointed arch canopy decorated with a fine tracery. The chest tomb is decorated with figures of saints beneath ornated cusped arches. Past the rood screen is the belfry tower. In the chancel there are two slabs set into the north wall. In the south wall there are 5 windows and a family tomb. In the north wall is a recess with fragments of others slabs decorated with human and animal figures. Against the east wall, under the four lights window, there's a beautiful altar ornated with the same cusped arches of the O'Crean family, but with no saints. Above the altar in the south wall there's the magnificent tomb of the Sir Donagh O'Conor, Lord of Sligo, and his wife Lady Elinor Butler. The two figures kneel in prayer and around them symbols of death and afterlife, their coats of arms and a crucifixion complete the memorial. Sir O'Conor had a good influence with Queen Elizabeth and this saved the friary from the dissolution and destruction. Under the belfry tower there's a passage to north to the cloister, built in the 15th century, which survives for three quarters of its walks. The columns of the cloister walk are in different shapes and styles and some of them have small carving, like a human face, a ram's head and a Love Knot in the north walk. North of the cloister on the first floor there was the refectory, where friars had their meals. At this level there's the Reader's Desk, from which the scriptures were read to friars during the meals or during the meditation in the cloister. The friary continued to live until the 17th century.

[from-izzy]

Your moots as TBZ ships???

hi anon! thank you for sending this in! 💖 sorry it took a while (i think this took more than a fortnight i'm so sorry 😭) because i had to think about it!! i'm doing ones that i talk to frequently or once in a while! to all my moots that i haven't/barely talked to, hmu! (i'm sorry that i'm too shy 😭)

welcome to another episode of '😭-izzy-doesn't-know-how-to-explain-things-and-she's-very-sorry-about-it'

@cloverdaisies - juric

so! you know how juyeon adores eric and juyeon is (arguably) eric's favourite hyung? 😊 they do everything together and is so comfortable around each other despite their age gap? 🥹 well, i mean clo and i are the same age but since around 2022, clo has always just been a writer to me. then out of nowhere, in the spur of the moment and a sudden hit of confidence i told myself "omg! 👀 what if...i just text cloverdaisies, say my greetings, thanks then disappear? if she doesn't respond then alright, at least i said whatever i had to say." yeah...it went well! very well! i love clo! 🤍 so much! 🤍🤍 and i hope she knows that!

@heemingyu - nyusun

ok so...we're just a tiny bit chaotic? 🤷🏻‍♀️ just a tiny bit 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ i think we hide it quite well in group chats (...that's a lie) but when we're on dms...oh yeah...the world really isn't ready for us when we meet 🤭 like sunwoo who adores new and annoys him all the time, i admit that i do it to sana too. but at the same time, like new who is always teasing sunwoo and being crackheads together, that's sana to me 😁 it's just...yeah...i feel like for the sake of world peace, we probably shouldn't meet? and sana should most definitely should not drive 🚗 (just like what new said in his bubble!)

@justalildumpling - sunric

my response to this: so roode 😭 just absolutely roode 😭😭 the audacity to even--but this is saur chaotic sibling energy 🤣 i get what you mean now when you say that we're more like sunwoo and eric rather than an old married couple like jaemin and jeno fr 😮 but also j! aussie aussie aussie! i finally have another friend from aussie that i can annoy if i do come to you (or you come to me...but i don't think j likes me that much though so...) 😟 life is...sad...and i get bullied by j all the time...sigh...☹️

@littleroaes - ppangcob

hmmm...i'll be honest with you, i'm not too sure how to explain this 😭 but! i think we just radiate this kind of energy! 😊 we are both very shy at first and dora is the same as well (in a good way! i will always protect you! 🫂 especially from sana, i promise!) ppangcob is the shy duo of tbz but at the same time, very comfy around each other and others when you get to know them well 🤗 just from our dms and interactions, dora is so silly and funny like girl! thanks for being my first mutual! 💕

@sungbeam - sunkyu

there ain't a lot of words but I'M SO SORRY FOR THE MOMENTARY PAIN AND CONFUSION THAT I PUT YOU THROUGH UMMMM 😭😭 but i am still going to hide (after this, let me say my words first) 🫡 just like sunwoo who auditioned for the company because he saw changmin...that's it! ok bye! i'm leaving! see you!! 😁

@winterchimez - kevcob

...do i need to explain this though? 🤔 but ok i guess i'll do it. so, like i mentioned, i think we're a different kind of soulmate dynamic where you get bullied and teased 😁 and i'm the one that teases you 😁😁 (ily i swear) kind of like kevcob as well 💕 but remember that time when we texted and we sent the same idea and question at the same time?? 🤗 like huh?? no one that i know irl does the things that i do?? this dynamic is so new to me...but i'm so ready for it 🥹 also, what are you waiting for? the stars have spoken? ⭐ book a flight ✈️ to where i am please and thank yew!

@wuahae - bbangju

ok so hear me out 😭 i don't really know how to explain this one either but! just the times when i would cry in vc 🥹 also ask help or something and cat would be like "yes, i have the solution." 🥹 but i'm also just reminded of that time in the concert when younghoon was reading his speech and crying but juyeon was like "it's okay, take your time" 🫂 i just have a feeling cat would do that tbh. we haven't talked much recently but i love you and i hope life is treating you well, cat! 💖

@zzoguri - cobric

me is the crying, emotional mess 😭😭 and moni is the parent that is intently listening to the child, putting in reassuring comments 💬 and trying to calm me down, chipping in their own experiences 🗨️ and telling me that they understand 🫂 moni has always been like that since day 1. i guess it really is true that we're not really strangers 🥹 sorry that we haven't talked much! i do miss you and i hope you're doing well!

[blackhazefanblog]

There are many stories about a Prince who does not want to be King, but here in Black Haze we have a King who does not want to be King.

The results are about as disastrous as you’d expect.

[etherfall]

Not the best but, here's the summary of BW2 of this AU (I'll go by Protag Rosa for this)

Wall of Text Warning

The story is probably altered, but mostly the same (kinda)

By the time of BW2 begins, N was defeated by Hilbert (Protag of BW1) but he turned it down. Finally he has a goal to pursue which he's away from region for a while

By then, he was challenged by Iris and lost the battle. Resulting he was stepped down as a champion and now currently living in Driftveil City (Specifically the building when you obtain Zorua) and created a small organization protecting Pokémon with his sisters as his assistant. Still maintaining a close relationship with Alder

During the intro and until Pre-Nimbasa City is mostly the same. Rosa and Hugh go to adventure, collecting gym badges, and encounters with men/women in in masks claimed themselves as Neo Team Plasma while being assisted by Hugh and several people in the process, meets Iris, and Encounters a man in lab coat named Colress.

By the time Rosa arrived in Nimbasa City, she encounters a man with Christmas Tree hair which she's recognize him as N. Son of Alder and the Pokémon Whisperer (People dubbed him due to ability to understand Pokémon).

After chatting for a while she meets Hugh and introduces him to N (Hugh is a fan of him)

Eventually they encounters Neo Plasma, battle them. Which N notices there's anger in Hugh's eyes which he thinks that Hugh probably have a history with Plasma.

After he battle Hugh finally opens up about what happened 2/3 years ago about his little sister's Purrloin was stolen by Plasma for "Liberation Purposes".

N decides to help him to find his Purrloin and Hugh is extremely grateful for that.

When they reached Driftveil City, N takes them (the same building where he creates his organization) to the building and introduces them of his organization and explains of their purposes. But Hugh finds out that several members of them are former Team Plasma (includes sage Rood)

Bewildered of this, he asks N why which he explains that they are actually believes that Pokémon deserved to be freed from bad humans which he agrees of that. But that doesn't mean that not all humans are bad.

After some explanation, Hugh calms down and reach understanding with N. He left the place to train with his Pokémon. Rosa remembers that there's a gym in the town, so she parts with N for a while.

Sometimes later, after local tournament on PWT, they meet again with N and Hugh notices a Neo Plasma grunt runs towards to the harbor. He decides to go after him despites Colress warning. Rosa, Cheren go after him. Leaving N and Colress behind.

During that time, Colress introduces to him and asks about his involvement with Ghetsis. Surprised by the question and ask how Colress know about it. He reveals that he met him few months ago and can't help that N and Ghetsis are so much alike, but he assures him that Ghetsis is not N's Father in Blood.

N asks him that he's involved with Team Plasma and he answers some other way around. But he told him that the only think he cares about is the Pokémon's true potential. Colress plead to him not to tell to anyone and N relucantly agrees.

Sometime after, Rosa, Hugh, and Cheren returns after the ship flew away, N told them that he has a thing to attend and they part ways for now.

From there until Pre-Opelucid remains he same.

Gotta finish this later, feel free to correct this or whatever.

Oh this is so cool!

I actually had a different idea and planned to make N become the Champion (since he's been training with Alder ever since he was young to take this position), but I really like the way you've taken the story!

(Still making my way through B&W2 so I'm not completely caught up on events yet...)

But like I've stressed before, all interpretations are welcome!! I love the way you manage to weave the characters & their interactions in, and am excited to hear the rest :D

[tobacconist]

A Discourse On Flying, And On The Composition Of Our Magickal Oyntment, touching on the chemick thereof, and its variations between oure Trybes

AS all badde vvitches ought to know, be they yonge or aulde, þe flyinge compound can be mayde up unto three different preparations. namely:- (1)st as the oyntmente, for to rub pon de broome and de bodie (2)nd the pouudre, for to be fed to certaiyne prepared beaftes or blowen into the hearthfyre, & (3)rd as an adjunckt to certayne other formulatyons - whych fhall not be touched upon herein thys booke.

OND aye, thare be menie dyvers receipys for thys compound, whych differ yn menie accord tho theyr authors be well respeckted indiuidually, soch as þe uenerable miftrefs crouch, sister bertrille, ond olde granny grayham; whose produckts are well used by us all and are well endorsed by menie a refpected beldam yn oure communitie for menie yeare.

BUT defpite their disagreementes, alle the uarious receipt whych we have received from the auntient & uenerable bookes of oure ancestors do share five thingys yn common. namely:- (1)st is the fatte of bebbes, rendered pure, or else dried foetus, or the braynes of a manne (2)nd the toad, which is variously seethed yn a potte or else roasted yn an oven, or as ye moft auncient do they crucify hym upon the thorne and let the sunne looke upon hym and wither hym on the rood. (3)rd ys the herbal component, which differeth moft between oure uarious schooles, but yet retaineth certayne fimilarities (4)rth be flyes, for how coulde we flie elsewise? and the best kind are dragonflies, but the fecond beft are moths. and (5)th that there must needs have added to it some of the old powdre or oyle, whych ys well-proved and tested, for hyt to werke.

OFCOURSE brothers & fisters, ye all know well how to flie, either by goat or by broome,& may even have brewed oyle yourselves after thyne own houses arte; yea, let us refpect the variance yn each oure cuftoms,& feek to ymprove oure owne houses arte by the confideration of eachothers noble practifes.

HEREIN is the receipt for the flyinge oyntmente and pouudre, from the verie booke of the dread and venerable madame marcouche herself, by her gracyous permifsion , and wyth adjoinyng commentarie by others: FOR THE POUUDER:- whych hys best fit for goatys ond horsys, may, they must be made to grow accustomed to thys, and neuer should hyt be put yn a mannes mouthe. take ye the withered toad and reduce hym to pouvdre bones and all yn a rough mortar, and to this add gunpowder or brimstone, and hot pepper & muftard, ond alfo flies. and hyt fhould fparck as hyt ys grownd upp. forget not alfo the fodder, whych preuenteth the beafte from exploding, & yt ys mayde of herbys whych vary by cuftom. we ufe þe [text is either missing or redacted] and funflower feeds are goode alfo, for they grow ryght talle nigh unto heauen. and [text is either missing or redacted] now, þe fpecyal ingreedient be þe innofant, which where torne from heir muthers wombe, hyt fhould be fmoked slow wyth appelwood, mugwort, & garlick untill hyt be crysp; ond hyt ys bettre to induce þe vyle slutte to offer hyt up willynglie, doynge hyt of her owne freewill, for thys ys more pleafing to oure master than hyt fhould be taken by force or cunnynge. for [text is either missing or redacted] ond hyt ys beft to haruest þe thynge yn þe seuenth moonth. (ond beware false sellers of thys ingrediment, what adulterate their produckt wyth fillers such as talcum powder, chalk, or asbestos. true baby powder as certified by the vvitches council must comprise atleast 72% human foetus by volume. adulteration with llama or horse foetus is also prevalent, as well as the braines of apes or menn.) mix hyt then wyth the othre poudre, and a portion of wellproved pouucler whych ys ould at thy ouun judgemente; and measure the whole yn thy balance untill hyt fhould feem weightless. then hyt ys fed to the beafte, oft myxed with oats to tempt hym to hyt, and atfirst he feeleth no thyng, but then he starteth suddainely! and with fuch fnortynge untill fmoke billoweth from hys noftrils. and hyt ys ryght fport to fee, how he begyneth to fpring to and fro defperate to relieve the difcomfort yn hys bellie, and then he begynth afarting as hys hoovys take up ynto the ayre. and o hys starteld eyes and kicking leggys. and a flame catcheth insyde the beastys belly ond he belcheth and farteth flamys redh, green ,and yellouu. and hyt taketh a true knave to take holde of hym then! he muft be chained atfirst, left he floate awaiye yn thys. and [text is either missing or redacted] and it goeth without sayinge that the beast must alway be rode backwards. and thys stuffe muft never be taken internally by human beings. FOR THE OYLE; or OYNTMENTE:- [much text is missing or redacted] and many a wytch these daies do add gasoline or diesel to their myxture to extend air mileage, but we oulde dames have always ufed no fuch thynge, for hyt ys a ryght earthlie fubftance and [text is either missing or redacted] ond once a broome is bewitched he muft be [text is either missing or redacted]

[fionamccall]

St Teilo's: a complete pre-Reformation church decoration scheme

It's year's since I've visited St Fagan's open air museum in Cardiff. Since my last visit more buildings have been added to the collection, and it is quite a trek to look at all of them. What I really wanted to see was St Teilo's which is a church originally sited in Llandeilo Tal-y-bont in Glamorganshire, and removed to St Fagan's in the 1980s, where it was opened to the public in 2007. The wall paintings have been safely put in storage and the church repainted and decorated as it would have been in 1530 and the overall effect is stunning, including rood loft, statues, doom and other painted texts, symbols and images throughout.

There is a squint for looking at the communion.

The decorations have either been copied from those at St Teilo's or from other churches in Wales.

It is hard to make a selection from the many images reproduced in the church but here are a few:

Representation of the trinity that the Protestant iconoclasts would have hated.

Warning against sabbath-breaking, similar to one at Nether Wallop in Hampshire.

The paintings telling the story of the passion disprove the idea that before the Reformation ordinary people were ignorant of the bible, although the inclusion of words of Latin text might have encouraged the belief that they were efficacious for magical purposes.

[delusinalandpassionate]

if we're talking about don moments we cant stop thinking about, that bit towards the end of canto 2 with the mariachi gang. When don goes to dance but they stop her and mention that her heart is unpure or something. And all the emotion and energy leaves her voice when she replies that she finds that assessment of her disgracious. It hasnt left my head since, like to my knowledge she never speaks like that again, so it drives me crazy. Tell me your secrets Don Quixote, i need them

This moment is kinda hard to stop thinking about, but I have to admit when first played, I missed it because I turned off volume. But then I returned to it and yea what was that Don???

Also fun fact but meaning of her answer differs a bit in English and Korean text. In English she says that task is disgracious, and in Korean she tells to gang memeber who criticized her that they are rood, and that's kinda a significant difference no??

Also it's intresting that she doesn't drop her specific manner of speech at this moment. Mask slips, but not completely???? Don, please give us something, I begging you

[hexjulia]

i should really go to sleep but I just started Xenophon Anabasis and it's already so so much more fun to read than Hellenica. I don't know if it's the translator (tim rood) or the text itself, maybe both.

cyrus is a very fun character (historical person but it's xenophon. so character)! accused of plotting to overthrow his elder brother so he could become king instead. His brother wants to kill him for this but instead after denial and intervention from his mother sent back to the province, where.... he starts plotting to overthrow his brother so he would 'never be in his power' again. and makes the supposedly false rumours from earlier true.

he finances a lot of his campaign through this queen Epyaxa of Cilicia who is in love with him. his sugarmommy win.

anyway yeah. lots of scheming. landscape descriptions also. i'm having fun.

[toecclesia]

Grey area between church buildings and religious objects

"Some religious objects − such as liturgical vestments, church silver, paintings, candlesticks, or prie-dieux − are indisputably ‘movable property’. In other cases, however, specifically when objects are built into or attached to the building, whether they are classified as moveable property or as part of the building may differ from one situation to the next. This applies to altars, altarpieces, text panels, pews, manorial pews, communion rails, and stations of the cross, as well as items like chandeliers. Since these objects are in a ‘grey area’ between moveable and immoveable property, we advise having them valued.

What items of an interior are inextricably connected to a building and are indisputably partof the religious real estate? Such items include, for instance, stained-glass windows, rood lofts, ritual basins, mural and ceiling paintings, mosaics, floors, tombstones, foundation stones, organs, church screens, and confessionals. Even so, it may be advantageous to have these elements valued. Depending on the church’s listed building status and the plans that exist for its future use, these elements of the interior may in some cases be separated from the building and relocated elsewhere."

(2010, Utrecht; Guidelines, ways of dealing with religious objects)

[omegafloret]

This lil guy is Garren Rood as a baby which is referred to as Garren Fawn in the concept art's hidden text

little one