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Pirate Terms and Phrases

-> Pirate Lingo

-> A Pirate's Glossary

Batten Down The Hatches - tie everything down and put stuff away for a coming storm.

Brig - a prison on a ship.

Bring a Spring Upon 'er - turn the ship in a different direction

Broadside - the most vulnerable angle of a ship that runs the length of the boat.

Cutlass - a thick, heavy and rather short sword blade.

Dance with Jack Ketch - to hang; death at the hands of the law (Jack Ketch was a famed English executioner).

Davy Jones's Locker - a mythical place at the bottom of the ocean where drowned sailors are said to go.

Dead Men Tell No Tales - the reason given for leaving no survivors.

Flogging - severe beating of a person.

Gangplank - removable ramp between the pier and ship.

Give No Quarter - show no mercy.

Jack - flag flown at the front of the ship to show nationality.

Jolly Roger - black pirate flag with a white skull and crossbones.

Keelhaul - a punishment where someone is dragged under the ship. They are cut by the planks and barnacles on the bottom of the ship.

Landlubber - an inexperienced or clumsy person who doesn't have any sailing skills.

Letters of Marque - government-issued letters allowing privateers the right to piracy of another ship during wartime.

Man-O-War - a pirate ship that is decked out and prepared for battle.

Maroon - to leave someone stranded on a. deserted island with no supplies, typically a punishment for any crew members who disrespected the captain.

Mutiny - a situation in which the crew chooses a new captain, sometimes by forcibly removing the old one.

No Prey, No Pay - a common pirate law that meant crew members were not paid, but rather received a share of whatever loot was taken.

Old Salt - experienced pirate or sailor.

Pillage - to steal/rob a place using violence.

Powder Monkeys - men that performed the most dangerous work on the ship. They were treated harshly, rarely paid, and were expendable.

Privateer - government-appointed pirates.

Run A Shot Across the Bow - fire a warning shot at another boat's Captain.

Scurvy - a disease caused by Vitamin C Deficiency.

Sea Legs - when a sailor adjusts his balance from riding on a boat for a long time.

Strike Colors - lower a ship's flag to indicate surrender.

Weigh Anchor and Hoist the Mizzen - an order to the crew to pull up the anchor and get the ship sailing.

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so it turns out yet ANOTHER mcyt I liked when I was 16 is a shitty person. wow I am so not shocked at all about this. is it really so hard for people to just. Not Suck.

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so it turns out yet ANOTHER mcyt I liked when I was 16 is a shitty person. wow I am so not shocked at all about this. is it really so hard for people to just. Not Suck.

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haven’t been very active bc of finals/holiday season isn’t very good for my mental health, these gay hedgehogs are the only thing bringing me happiness

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Ben Schwartz has begun recording his lines for Sonic the Hedgehog 3 (2024)

SOURCE

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UPDATE

I GOT THE GOOD ENDING THAT EVERYBODYS BEEN TALKING ABOUT

giggling and kicking my feet around

sooo I just downloaded a date with death and I've been playing it for like, five hours. I got the second ending. which is not necessarily a bad ending?? but it definitely is a bittersweet one.

I was just trying to be NICE AND IT BACKFIRED ON ME SPECTACTULARLY

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sooo I just downloaded a date with death and I've been playing it for like, five hours. I got the second ending. which is not necessarily a bad ending?? but it definitely is a bittersweet one.

I was just trying to be NICE AND IT BACKFIRED ON ME SPECTACTULARLY

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THEY CHANGED THE TUMBLR MOBILE SET UP ITS SO UGLY NOOO

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OI OI. this is something me and my friends have been working on. hot take: you should check it out, dear traveler. er, reader. whatever you get my point

Welcome to Unnamed Gods!

Ruled by the four domains, the largest aspects of the natural world, the land of Nauselau has thrived for milennia. In their endless pursuit for world peace, the Domains have come to excert their Influence over the lands through a process of reincarnation, choosing humans and using them as their representatives until their death. These humans have been called domains, and they hold unnatural powers fitting to the Domain they represent, but they are far from immortal. Thus, the balance is maintained and all powers are equal.

However, things have not been quite right ever since the lands themselves were fractured in an event known as Eternal Peace. For the first time in recorded history, a domain upset the balance of the world and took control of the other Domains, changing the world's infrastructure and taking all power for themselves. This had disastrous consequences, and ended the reincarnation cycle completely, branding the current domains as Immortals.

Ever since, the lands have been shattered and the domains scattered, holding unequal amounts of power over each other and afraid to take action. The world is recovering, healing its wounds and becoming accustomed to the new order of things, but how long can this fake peace really last...?

About Us

This blog will be containing just about anything related to our fantasy world of Nauselau, ranging from maps, cultures and worldbuilding to characters, designs and stories. There might be poems, art pieces or other stuff. Who knows! We're just a bunch of crazy people working to make out dream come true :]

Speaking of, this blog is run by a bunch of cool people. We might talk a bit about ourselves in the future!

There won't be a schedule to our posts, so don't expect organization. Mostly, anyways! We could always surprise you with an organized masterpost...

There also might be reblogs relating to other blogs relating to worldbuilding, ideas, their own stories, etc. You get the gist.

Boundaries

Don't spam or be disrespectful. This is a safe space for us to share our story and maybe entertain some traveler who happens to be passing by, not debating grounds or anything of the sort. You are, however, welcome to make suggestions, ask questions or even theorize about story elements. At the end of the day, this is a place to have fun.

Enjoy your stay, traveler!

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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

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Thinking about film scores & concept albums & auditory storytelling

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taking that guy out of situations and putting him in a loving polyamorous relationship

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the elusive 7 act Structure

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// spoilers for act III of the fontaine archon questline //

lyney and the traveler locking eyes in front of wriothesely and pretending not to know each other:

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