#affectus

[tetranocturne]

the gay powercouple of my latest swsh playthrough, grim and affectus <3 

[etsuven]

summary: next up on the list, your loyal knight, xiao! although he spends most of his time around you (being your personal guard and all), you can't help but wonder what he does during those few moments where he's not looking after you. character included: xiao nova affectus series: day in his life <[previous] - [next]>

xiao normally woke up quite early.

six am, to be exact. why? well, you usually got up at eight, and getting up early gave him a lot of time to get ready and stretch for the day. his room was right next to yours, and he was a very light sleeper. it was perfect because if any commotion happened in your room in the middle of the night, he'd be the first to know.

his morning stretches usually consisted of simple stuff. leaning down to touch his feet, stretching his arms, lifting his leg up and seeing how long he could hold it for, splits where he rested his head on his knees.

yeah, 'simple stuff.'

once he was done, he took his knights uniform out of his closet, slipping it on and checking every inch of fabric to make sure it was up to standards. collar? check. intricate armor? check. the only thing that was missing was...

his trusty spear.

the primordial jade winged spear... the weapon had been gifted to xiao when he was hired by your family. apparently it was sent over along with him from the prince of the nearby liyue kingdom where he originally lived. it was sitting next to his bed, easy to spot in case of emergencies.

he grabbed the spear, taking a good look at it before finally walking out of the room to stand in front of your door. this wasn't his favorite part of the day, as it was just him sitting in front of your door until you eventually woke up and came to bother him, but he didn't really mind the silence. the next hour and a half went by quicker than he expected.

xiao usually spent the time thinking, occasionally greeting the various maids, butlers, and cleaners that went past him. he also greeted a worker who personally tended to you, which was a sign that he needed to start preparing himself.

and like he expected- around 30 minutes later, you came walking out, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you were dressed in a more thin and form fitting outfit, as you were preparing for your daily training with him. "good morning, xiao!"

xiao bowed at you, right hand over his heart and left arm behind his back, just like he was taught. "good morning, your highness. i assume you're ready for training?" he followed you as you started to walk down the hallway, jade weapon in hand.

"of course!" you laughed, turning around and giving him a wide smile. your smile had been the same ever since the two met as almost teenagers, and it was honestly his favorite thing about you. "i'll definitely beat you today, just you wait!" the two of you walked by many rooms on your way to the courtyard, and you passed the time by chatting to him and waving to every person you saw.

eventually, you made it to the training grounds, and xiao waited for you as you chose your weapon. he had put down his spear when the two of you had gotten there, trading the weapon for a dull spear that had no chance of hurting you. you had decided to go with a sword, but xiao was sure that you'd choose something else the next day.

after choosing your weapon, you took up an offensive stance, feet a little close for xiao’s liking, but he wouldn’t tell you that now. you would figure out your mistake later. your voice rang through the training yard, echoing thanks to the walls that surrounded you.

“get ready to get beaten!” you said, a confident smile on your face. xiao rolled his eyes, greatly amused by your little talk. he pulled off the shirt of his knights uniform, setting it to the side and leaving him in a form fitting, sleeveless top that showed off his arms and back.

picking up the dull spear, he got into a more defensive stance, moving his spear in front of his body so it would act as sort of a shield. “i doubt that you’ll beat me. now, enough talk- let’s get started.”

you immediately raced forward, swinging your sword in a direction that wasn’t protected by xiao’s spear. with his inhumanly fast reflexes, xiao blocked your swing, and you quickly found yourself on the defensive instead.

you tried to get back on the offensive, but the swings from xiao’s spear kept you from really doing anything. suddenly, xiao swept a foot under your legs, tripping you and causing you to fall backwards. you tried to get back up. but you were met with the dull tip of his spear being pushed against your neck.

“i win.” he spoke, and you could sense a bit of amusement in his voice. letting out a cry of exhaustion, you rested your head against the ground, pouting. “that wasn’t fair!”

the skilled knight let out a soft sigh, removing his weapon from your neck. he held back a small smile at the sight of your pout, instead holding a hand out for you to take. you gave him a glare (it wasn’t very scary) before taking hold of his and pulling yourself up.

“first off, your biggest mistake,” xiao walked over to his previous spot, turning his head to make sure you were listening to him. “when it came to both your defense and offense, you were too stiff.”

he got in a random pose, and it quickly occurred to you that it was probably the stance you were in as you were training. it looked weird on him, especially when you compared it to his usual elegant yet sophisticated moves.

“your legs were too far apart, which was why i was able to trip you like that.” crossing his arms, xiao continued to speak. “and while you did try to get past my defense, you were just a tad bit too slow.”

you let out a long groan, patting the dirt off your clothes. training wasn’t really your favorite thing to do, and while it was fun at times, it was tiring when you constantly had to perfect every last bit of your stance for multiple weapons.

“‘just a bit slow…’ alright, i’ve got it.” you picked up your sword, brushing the dirt off the hilt of the sword. “now that i’ve heard all of this, i’m sure i’ll be able to beat you this time.”

you got into position, and followed xiao’s advice. legs not too far apart, making sure you weren’t too stiff. there’s no way you would be beaten now, you looked perfect.

“alright, your highness,” xiao got in position as well, his eyes scanning your body. after a second or two, he looked back at your face, seemingly pleased by how you had taken note of his advice. “give it your best shot.”

you lost again.

please note that i have no idea how to fight-

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[miralgolden]

Est affectus et defectus semper in angaria.

The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune’s service. O Fortune, like the moon of ever changing state, you are always waxing or waning hateful life now is brutal, now pampers our feelings with its game poverty, power, it melts them like ice.įate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel, your position is uncertain, your favour is idle and always likely to disappear covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness. You have heard this choral piece in many movies, now know what it means! That “Carmina Burana” has appeared in hundreds of films and television commercials is proof that it contains no diabolical message, indeed that it contains no message whatsoever.” Their surrender to Nazi overtures is an ineradicable stain on the biography of each but the music itself commits no sins simply by being and remaining popular. Verum est, quod legitur, Fronte capillata, Sed plerumque sequitur. Hac in hora Sine mora Corde pulsum tangite Quod per sortem Sternit fortem, Mecum omnes plangite Fortune plango vulnera Stillantibus ocellis Quod sua michi munera Subtrahit rebellis. “Strauss and Orff were assiduously cultivated by the Nazi regime not because they had exceptional sympathies with the Nazi movement, but because they had a self-evident power to affect broad audiences. Sors salutis Et virtutis Michi nunc contraria, Est affectus Et defectus Semper in angaria. et virtutis: in health: michi nunc contraria, and virtue, est affectus: driven on: et defectus: and weighted down, semper in angaria. Sors salutis et virtutis michi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Est affectus Et defectus Semper in angaria Hac in hora Sine mora Corde pulsum tangite Divano Divano me Divano messi Divano messia Divano messia Divano Divano me Divano messia Divano messia Hac in hora Sine mora Corde pulsum tangite Quod per sortem Sternit fortem Mecum omnes plangite Submit Corrections. Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris. Yes, indeedy: O Fortuna from Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff (1936). et tunc currat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem.

[miralless]

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DeLanda defines affect as a body’s capacity to affect and be affected but, given the fact that the source of Spinoza’s affect (in terms of the mind) is the power of God this creates a problem of how to adjudicate between affects once god is removed. If affect is some outside force which either hampers or excites the powers of the body yet is also described as various kinds of emotion, it becomes difficult to sort out what is affecting what in Spinoza’s account or Deleuzian accounts of affect. While I have some before I get to part III in which Spinoza discusses the various forms of affect, it seems odd that this confusion is not brought out in the open (as far as I know) in most discussion of affect. Parkinson then goes on to state that confused emotions (or emotions inadequate to an idea) are passions which index a lack of power in those having them (41). This seems to run the opposite of what I’ve always heard about affect particularly in Deleuzeian scholarship. I follow those translators who have rendered affectus as ’emotion’ for there is no reasonable doubt that when Spinoza uses the word affectus he is trying to fit into his system what are commonly regarded as emotions” (41). “Since Spinoza regards desire and its forms as affectus, and since desires are commonly distinguished from emotions, how is one to translate the word affectus? Some translators use the word ‘affect’ but this has the disadvantage that it is a technical term that itself stands in need of explanation. Parkinson writes that there is no real reason to separate emotion from affect in Spinoza’s text. The Oxford edition I have edited by GHR Parkinson (I don’t know if this is the standard translation, respected etc) had a rather starting statement in the introduction. While I’ve read bits and pieces here and there I have never gone through the whole text which I’ve been meaning to do for some time given his discussion of nature and his importance to both German Idealism and Deleuze and Guattari. In preparation for my comps I am marching slowly through the history of western thought and I am currently reading Spinoza’s Ethics.

[tittathin]

Mixta affectus english translation

The answer to this question is in the negative and this notwithstanding the fact that two editions of Geoffrey have appeared as recently as 1929. However, this is not the place to discuss Geoffrey’s popularity as a historian, but rather to ask whether most of the manuscripts of the Historia have been examined, their family groups established and the results made available to scholars. Alfred of Beverley ( ca 1150), who “inaugurated the custom of inserting Geoffrey’s narrative in serious prose chronicles,” 2 seems to have felt the importance of this work when he remarked that “anyone not acquainted with the History of the Kings of Britain puts himself down as uncultivated ( notam rusticitatis incurrebat).” 3 The opinion of Geoffrey’s contemporaries bears this out. 1 Extensive borrowings from the Historia by chroniclers in prose and verse, and the numerous versions in Welsh as well as other languages only served to enhance a reputation that was growing apace. The existence of nearly two hundred Latin manuscripts of the Historia Regum Britanniae of Geoffrey of Monmouth is in itself eloquent testimony to its author’s popularity. As for the rest, Habent sua fata libelli. 136-264) differ so sharply that each must be presented separately, the text of C is given first (pp. For the portion of the text where C and DEH (pp. An effort has been made to facilitate the reader’s labor for the difficulty which must inevitably remain his indulgence is asked. 136), will show the difficulties of composition inherent in setting up parallel texts of sharply varying length, each with its own testimonia and critical apparatus. A glance at the printed page (beginning with p. Van Courtlandt Elliott, for their valuable editorial advice and most generous assistance in seeing this volume through the press. Lastly, I take the opportunity of expressing my gratitude to the Mediaeval Academy of America for encouraging my studies and to its able officer, Dr. To dedicate the present volume to these two scholars is a privilege. Their friendship and encouragement have meant more to me than I can say. Lowe of the Institute for Advanced Study and Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and to my lateĬolleague at Hunter College, Professor Ernst Riess. But above all I am deeply indebted to Professor E. Nor can I omit to express my gratitude to Dr. Parry of the University of Illinois for their many helpful suggestions. Loomis of Columbia University and to Professor John J. My thanks are also due to Professor Roger S. Bell, former keeper of manuscripts in the British Museum, who at all times was ready with his advice and assistance. It is also a pleasure and a duty to acknowledge the help received from the librarians of Trinity College, Dublin, and Cardiff Public Library and especially from Sir H. The relatively rapid progress made in the accomplishment of the task was due in large measure to the congenial and scholarly atmosphere at the Institute. J., made the final preparation of this volume possible. The gracious leaves received from the Trustees of Hunter College, New York, and the kind invitation and subvention from the Institute for Advanced Study of Princeton, N. It was thanks to the generous grants (and publication subvention) from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation and the American Council of Learned Societies that it was possible to visit the various libraries of Europe and collect the material necessary for the project. It represents the first fruits of an investigation undertaken many years ago and is preliminary to a critical edition of the Historia, based on all manuscripts known to scholars, the larger portion of which (135 in actual numbers) has already been collated.Ī task of this scope could not have been undertaken without outside assistance. The present edition which offers the first critical text of a Variant Version of the Historia, based on manuscripts that hitherto passed under the name of Geoffrey, is only another step in this advance. Two years later, in 1929, two editions of Geoffrey appeared, 2 which constitute a real advance over the older, uncritical editions. Critical work on the manuscripts is still in its infancy, and in these circumstances speculation as to the original form of the Historia and any revision which it may have undergone can only be tentative.

[sweetfushi]

nanami loosening his tie after a long day, breathing heavy as he closes the front door behind him. your absence was enough to drain the remaining strength from his body, causing him to collapse on the couch with a groan. he hasn’t moved any of your things from how you had left them before you died, perhaps acting as a self-inflicted reminder of the mark you had left on him. his tongue was heavy with your name, his chest tight at the lack of affectual contact and interaction. his lips were dry from the absence of your soft ones pressing against them. his head pounds as he remembers your sweet smile, your laugh that followed, the whining of his name when he teased you. his eyes shut with the hope of transporting himself to a world where you remained by his side and continued to provide meaning to his life. instead, his eyes shut with nothing more than tears flowing down his cheeks and a choked sob finally escaping him.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

what makes the boys absolutely smitten/melt?

Undertale Sans - Papyrus being happy and his friends being happy. He doesn't need much more.

Undertale Papyrus - Cute little toddlers waving at him. It kills him every time.

Underswap Sans - The neighbors calling him a hero because he brought their groceries home on his way back from work.

Underswap Papyrus - His service dogs just looking at him with hearts in the eyes. He loves his dogs more than humans sometimes.

Underfell Sans - When his S/O gives him sad puppy eyes when he says no to do something with them. He's so damn weak.

Underfell Papyrus - Doomfanger always sleeping on his desk when he's working because that's the only place she feels safe.

Horrortale Sans - Seeing Willow, Grillby and Toriel smile again for real.

Horrortale Papyrus - When the little grandmas he comes visit every week say he's cute and a brave boy, and that they're so glad he's in their lives.

Horrorswap Sans - When his brother brings him breakfast in bed because he knows when his missing leg is hurting.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Anyone signing "I love you" to him, really. He's desperate for affection at this point.

Horrorfell Sans - Kids coming to him so he can defend them from school bullies. He feels so important when they're doing this.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Doomfanger still coming to see him every morning in his bed despite how bad her osteoarthritis is hurting her. He can't lose his cat, he would never get over it.

Swapfell Sans - When his S/O makes him coffee before going to work because they know he's cranky in the morning.

Swapfell Papyrus - Free chicken mcnuggets coupon in magazines. What?

Fellswap Gold Sans - Alphys screams of rage when he absolutely destroys her for the fifth time in a row.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - When anyone buy him a gift, bonus point if it's art supplies.

Outertale Sans - People saying they learned a lot of things about space thanks to him.

Outertale Papyrus - When the kids he's taking care of as a nanny are finally napping after 3 hours of struggle lol.

Dancetale Sans - People bringing him his favorite flowers, because they're really hard to find so he knows you care.

Dancetale Papyrus - Little kids running to him at a dance party to have him as a dance partner.

Dancefell Sans - A nice sunset without his brother screaming or taking pictures behind.

Dancefell Papyrus - When people copy his dance moves on TikTok because it inspired them.

Farmtale Sans - Helping a mama animal to give birth and naming the babies.

Farmtale Papyrus - When his S/O buries him under a mountain of plushies so he feels safer when they have to leave for work.

Mafiatale Sans - When his magic tricks are finally working on someone and they say it's actually good when it's really shit.

Mafiatale Papyrus - When his boss says he's the best element of the team and that he's glad he's here because nothing would be done without him.

Mafiafell Sans - Sleeping surrounded by his 20 American staff and rottweilers.

Mafiafell Papyrus - When Asgore affectuously calls him his son.

Ink - Error saying he will behead him if he keeps annoying him more.

Error - Chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

Disbelief Papyrus - When Asgore hugs him in his sleep, finally calm and relieved of all stress.

Dustale Sans - Killer scratching him in the right spot.

Killer Sans - Seeing Dune have zoomies around the house like a crazy husky but actually he's a skeleton.

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Nothing under the cut really matters, but you can read it if you like.

I think DNIs are stupid and infantile.

I also enjoy whatever other TMR ships fanfics can convince me of, including, but not limited to: riddledore, volbus, tomoine, whatever it is you call TMR/Grindelwald, etc.

I'm not a fan of OC ships, or Y/Ns, or self-inserts.

Once more: TMR is my abhorrent little meow meow. Unproblematic, untoxic, and beatific. He deserves to kill, maim, manipulate, gaslight, and check off the entirety of an abusive behaviour list. He should also get his arse handed to him, severely, and spend eternity being flayed in a circle of hell.

I think he's enormously tragic. I love a nice tragedy.

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I do not care what you ship, whether you are interested in self-shipping, whether you want to interpret my ambiguous ship art as top/bottom Tom, et cetera.

You don't have to enjoy everything I enjoy, obviously. On the other hand, if you like none of it, why are you here?

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Music:

My pitch for a TMR song is O Fortuna.

Also consider the Sibelius violin concertos in D minor. The suite, too, is very lovely.

Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D minor, Op 47, II. Adadio di molto.

Miscellany:

I dislike the majority of baked sweets. And also just sweets.

Having conquered the abject loathing of cakes of my childhood, they have consequently been relegated to the category of "seriously disliked".

I had codeine tylenol when I had my wisdoms taken out. It sucked.

My typing WPM caps out at approximately 150-160. Tragically, I write at a staggering 10-15 WPM.

Despite the board up there, I actually do like Dumbledore. :)

O Fortuna | O Fortune,  velut luna | like the moon  statu variabilis, | you are changeable,  semper crescis | ever waxing  aut decrescis; | and waning;  vita detestabilis | hateful life  nunc obdurat | first oppresses  et tunc curat | and then soothes  ludo mentis aciem, | as the sharp mind takes it;  egestatem, | poverty  potestatem | and power  dissolvit ut glaciem. | it melts them like ice.    Sors immanis | Fate – monstrous  et inanis, | and empty,  rota tu volubilis, | you whirling wheel,  status malus, | you are malevolent,  vana salus | well-being is vain  semper dissolubilis, | and always fades to nothing,  obumbrata | shadowed  et velata | and veiled  michi quoque niteris; | you plague me too;  nunc per ludum | now through the game  dorsum nudum | I bring my bare back  fero tui sceleris. | to your villainy.    Sors salutis | Fate – in health  et virtutis | and virtue –  michi nunc contraria, | is against me,  est affectus | driven on  et defectus | and weighted down,  semper in angaria. | always enslaved.  Hac in hora | So at this hour  sine mora | without delay  corde pulsum tangite; | pluck the vibrating strings;  quod per sortem | since Fate  sternit fortem, | strikes down the strong man,  mecum omnes plangite! | everyone weep with me!

[etsuven]

summary: next up is your lovely childhood friend venti! ever the carefree young man, venti is the person you go to when you want to let loose a little. although he has royal duties of his own, he’s willing to do anything for you, even if he hurts himself in the process.. characters included: venti, xiao, mentions of kaeya, mentions of albedo nova affectus series: day in his life <[previous] - [next]>

you closed your room door, groaning loudly in exhaustion. today was a long day of working with albedo and public appearances that felt like they lasted forever.

even though you loved seeing all of the citizens of your kingdom (more so the children as they were adorable. they often bought flowers with their pocket change and gave them to you as you rode by in your carriage) it felt like the energy of the various towns was seeping away at your very being.

collapsing onto your bed, you curled into a ball, taking in the feeling of the cool and soft sheets that enveloped your large bed. you were able to see the orange rays of the slowly dwindling light dancing across your walls. it was pretty, and you found yourself wondering if you'd be allowed to walk outside for a bit.

you were about to get up and go ask xiao for permission before a light knock on your balcony door interrupted your thoughts. quickly turning around, you noticed a person waving excitedly at you.

you ran over, quickly unlocking the doors and throwing them open. "venti!" like usual, venti was here to cheer you up. he always seemed to know when you were in a bad mood, and it's been like that since the two of you were children.

"hello, (y/n)!" he gave you a quick hug, and you eagerly hugged back. the two of you stayed in that position for a few seconds before pulling away, large smiles on both of your faces. venti was in more formal wear today, a dressy white shirt and black pants. his twin teal tipped braids were as pristine as ever, and you noticed that he had abandoned his usual hat.

clearly he had just ditched his post. you didn't really care though.

"come in!" you placed a finger over your lips before grabbing venti's hand, dragging him over to your bed so the two of you could sit. venti quickly made himself at home, laying back on your bed with a quiet sigh.

"how have you been?" venti asked, a small smile on his face. you playfully rolled your eyes, looking to the side at your headboard before averting his attention back to him. "i've been good. doing the usual studying and the occasional public appearance."

venti chuckled, crossing his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow. "what was it today, science? not really my thing." you groaned, flopping backwards so you were laying down as well. "ugh, it was terrible today! so many chemical formulas, i could feel myself getting more confused by the second."

you threw an arm over your face, preparing to tell him more- but the sound of your room door opening caused both you and venti to look up in confusion.

"your highness, who are you-" xiao's voice started off soft, as if he was trying to keep himself from interrupting your conversation more than he already did. but the politeness quickly faded once he saw who exactly you were talking to. "oh, it's you."

venti laughed nervously, and you found yourself suddenly becoming scared for his safety. xiao could be quite scary nowadays when he was angry (you found out the hard way when you were caught trying to sneak out for some fresh air in the middle of the night) and you'd hate for venti to witness that.

"you're tresspassing." xiao spoke, his spear clutched in his hand. "you have to leave." venti stood up, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he crossed his arms. "eh, tresspassing shmesspassing! i'm just saying hello to my very good friend! right, (y/n)?"

xiao's eye twitched at venti’s casual mention of your name, even though he was royalty himself (and you were childhood friends) which meant he was able to call you whatever he wanted. "but i'll be good and leave."

you and your knight watched as venti walked towards the window and sat on the edge, the light wind from outside blowing his loose clothing around a bit. "i guess i'll see you later, (y/n)!" and with a wave and a sly wink, he leaned backwards, falling and disappearing with a gust of the magic from his homeland.

a small noise of disgust caught your attention, and you turned around to find xiao rolling his eyes. the sight caused you to laugh, as xiao and venti seemed to have a bit of a rivalry for as long as you could remember. "he's not that bad, xiao." you spoke, a hint of amusement in your voice.

moving further up your bed, you drew your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them as you stared at the young man. "all we were doing was chatting about my day! maybe you need a little bit of that in your life too... how was your day?"

xiao scoffed, turning around in the direction of the cracked open door. "you don't need to know about my day, your highness. nothing truly important happened anyways." and before you could answerr, he walked out, gently closing the door behind him.

pouting slightly, you laid down. the previous orange rays on your walls had faded into an almost blue color, and the sheets were slightly warm. maybe xiao was too tired from earlier to tell you about his day? not that you minded, he didn't have to tell you everything. but even a little snippet of his 'waking up at the crack of dawn' routine would have been nice.

getting up, you went over to your large wardrobe, changing out of your clothes from earlier into something lighter. once you were changed, you laud back down, enveloping yourself in the soft sheets of your bed before dozing off.

but you were interrupted by the sound of light tapping on your window.

rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sat up. you put on a pair of shoes that were next to your bed before looking towards your balcony to see the very same person who had left your room just hours before. venti.

walking over to the door, you slowly creaked it open, not wanting to wake up your knight who was just next door. venti had a large smile on his face, as if he was expecting a warm invitation.

but he was wrong.

"what do you think you're doing popping up at this time?" you made sure to keep your voice low, and clearly venti was startled by it judging by how he flinched.

"well, i'm sorry!" he spoke, twiddling his fingers in front of him. "i had something planned for you earlier, but xiao caught me before i could tell you!" a cute little pout was on his face, and you would have given in if you didn't know his true ways of convincing you already.

venti caught on to this quickly, so he changed his way of persuading you. "come on, (y/n)! we haven't hung out- let alone see each other in so long!" he took your hand in his, bringing it to his chest. the gesture almost made your heart skip a beat. "can't we hang out tonight? just this once?"

you scanned his face. the combination of the sad look on his face as well as your hand in his made your heart ache. you had been stressed lately, so maybe a little break wouldn't hurt...

"oh, fine-" venti reacted quickly, his face lighting up as he pulled you close for a hug. the sudden closeness caught you off guard, and you found yourself yelping out before covering your mouth with your hand. after hearing your yelp, venti stopped, and the two of you spent the next few seconds in silence.

"he- he didn't hear, right?" venti whispered, and you shook your head. if he had heard you, he would have already been knocking on your door. "let's go before something else happens."

taking one more look back into your room, you nodded, and the two of you were quickly off. with the use of venti’s magic, you were able to quickly get to your location, which was a forested area in a place you had no recollection of.

“what is this place?” you asked, eyes wandering around the area. small lines of moonlight creeped through the leaves of the trees, giving barely enough light for you to see your friend. feeling venti squeeze at your hand, you glanced at him, taking note of how his ombré braids and eyes seemed to almost glow.

“something i found a few weeks ago, come on, it gets better!” venti began to lightly drag you along, and you found yourself laughing. the only things you could hear were the sounds of the leaves crushing under your feet and the wind weaving in between the leaves in the trees.

after a few seconds of being dragged along, the two of you made it to a clearing that made your jaw drop in awe. in front of you was a gorgeous lake with many flowers surrounding it. the sound of a waterfall that led into the lake echoed through the area, and more moonlight than before peeked through the top of the trees.

“cool right?” venti finally spoke up, a soft look in his eyes as he dragged you over to a basket and blanket that you somehow missed. the two of you sat down, and you continued to look around as venti spoke.

“i was having a hard time one day, and i just needed somewhere to go.” he pulled his knees up to his chest, thumbing at a blade of grass nearby. you felt your heart clench as you looked at him, taking note of the sad look on his face. “i just wanted to get out. so i did, and i found this place.”

glancing at you with a small smile, venti scooted closer to you, pushing the basket closer to your body. “‘course i can’t keep a place as pretty as this to myself, so i decided to show it to you!”

he changed the subject too quickly. “ven, come on…” you had a hint of what he was struggling with, but you weren’t willing to push at his boundaries and force it out of him. like you thought, he shook his head, this time putting the basket into your lap.

“i’ll be okay. here, open it!” there was a pretty little smile on his face, and you found yourself caving before opening the basket. inside were your favorite fruits and snacks, along with some drinks that you favored.

“oh, venti, you didn’t have to!” your friend laughed loudly, clearly pleased by your reaction. “nonsense! we’ve both been having a bad time recently, and it’s only fair to have a break every once in a while! this one just so happens to be a late one…”

a laugh escaped your lips as well, and you placed the items between the two of you. “well, what are we waiting for? let’s dig in!”

you and venti spent the next hour chatting about anything and everything you could think about, and the food slowly dwindled as the time went by. before you knew it, you were headed back to your home, happily full yet sad that you’d have to leave your friend again.

as you stood on your balcony, you contemplated if you really wanted to go back inside. while you really didn’t want to go back and do more work, you knew deep inside that you couldn’t just abandon your duties as royalty.

turning to venti, you gave him a quick hug. “thank you for this, ven.” the young man hugged you back, his hands rubbing at your back comfortingly. “i really needed this…”

you felt venti burry his face in your neck, chuckling at the slightly ticklish feeling. after a few seconds, he pulled away. “anything for you. and i could tell, we both needed this!” venti laughed softly, taking a quick glance at the moon as if he was searching for some sort of answer in the dark night sky.

“looks to be around one, you should get to bed.” right at that moment, you yawned, and venti found himself smiling at the sight. “goodnight, (y/n).”

“goodnight, venti.”

and with a gust of wind, he was gone.

“he’s willing to do anything for you, even if he hurts himself in the process.” hmm… could that be foreshadowing?? 🤨

sorry for this fic being so lateee, i was procrastinating, and i finally decided to start it only to find out that i was already 1/4 of the way done so- sorry if it feels kinda weird and is badly paced kfjbdsfj i need to get back in the groove of writing, and im working on making my works more descriptive and not 90% dialogue. also uh, I HIT 1K FOLLOWERS??? WHAY?? LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS AT 800 WHAT HAPPENED????? THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG YOU GUYS FOLLOW ME EVEN THO MY POSTING SCHEDULE IS HELLA INCONSISTENT DKJFNASKJFDKJ

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[you find this note slipped under the door of wherever these messages tend to end up. physically, it seems to be a collage of clippings from a cheaply-printed booklet, the original material possibly from the 1920s or 30s. said clippings are haphazardly glued down to sheets of ripped-out notebook paper, globs of purple gunk sitting wet and uncured around the edges. the message fills several pages and each has a small hole roughly gouged into the upper left-hand corner, the papers loosely tied together with what appears to be a young vine. beside the bundle lay a few scattered shards of some brittle, curved substance; the concave side a matte off-white, the convex a mottled and imperfect but nonetheless mesmerizing gold.]

Hello again, Archivist! I’ve got a finite number of words to deliver my request with, so I’ll try my best to make this brief (not something I’m very good at.) In short, I must return to you the name I received from this office last semester, preferably in exchange for a new one. ASAP.

Word’s gone around that there’s a considerable demand for second-hand safe names, so I hope somebody else will be able to put Lima Bean to good use.

(Yes, the name I was originally given came only with the first half of that, the latter just kind of… sprung up on its own, I guess? Which, now that I think about it, may have been where all this mess began. Dangit.)

But yeah, I really, really need to ditch this name. Oh, it’s not the name’s fault! Lima Bean is a perfectly serviceable name and would be found more than adequate by anybody who does not match a vague physical/affectual description of myself a person very much like me.

(Side note: for the sake of whoever receives it next, it’s probably best to avoid handing my old name over to anybody who’s nearsighted enough to need glasses, regularly wears a backwards baseball cap, and/or speaks with a Southern drawl. It’s nobody’s fault if those traits come about naturally once the student gets a bit more acquainted with Lima Bean - that’s just the nature of hand-me-downs. But by the time it would take for that to happen, this’ll all have blown over anyways I hope.)

(Side note to the side note: does student health insurance cover contact lenses?)

With what words I’ve still got, I might as well ask you to publish/pass on some advice to my fellow folklore majors (NOT those “practical application” lunatics that may call themselves “folklore,” the actual folklore majors who only apply their knowledge in a practical manner when absolutely necessary.)

Let’s say, hypothetically, that you’re down to the wire in regards to getting an ethnographic fieldwork assignment turned in before the deadline.

Let’s also say, still hypothetically, that you’re having a downright devil of a time finding anybody to interview for said fieldwork - flyers did nothing, cold-calling was both mortifying and ineffectual, your Google ad campaign garnered no clicks, and after the sixth entity you summoned with that scroll you dug out of the dumpster ‘round the back of the library left you stewing in easy-listening hold muzak for well over the time it takes any reasonable entity to use the bathroom, you ruled that route a dead end as well.

At this point, you’re getting pretty desperate; hypothetically, you may even be desperate enough to try blindly wandering around the forest.

Now, I ain’t saying that this is from experience, but my advice in this hypothetical situation is as follows: DON’T.

Turn yourself right back around and just talk it out with your professor, they’re far more understanding in reality than in the lies your anxiety concocts and they will almost certainly help you to figure something out. What you absolutely, certainly, 100%-ly DO NOT want to do is immediately wander off and eschew the safety of the hiking trails, getting yourself horribly, terribly, hopelessly lost.

DON’T keep walking until your feet pull you to a clearing of the trees.

DON’T approach the center of the clearing, where the gnarled green flesh of some monstrous verdure stretches from the earth to far beyond what sky your all-too-human (and all-too-nearsighted) eyes can perceive.

DON’T remember the stories your father used to tell you, stories of towering beanstalks and those who make their homes at the tops of them, of golden harps and golden geese, of fortunes sought and giants fought.

And DON’T, with your reckless naivety, get the bright idea that now is the perfect time to try out door-to-door cold knocking.

…

And if you DO, then for goodness’ sake try to abide by the bare minimum standards of courtesy-cognizant ethical decorum.

In this hypothetical situation, it’s safe to assume that the sweet old lady who answered the door of the oversized cottage was a Good Neighbor, (the house was magic and made of clouds and I you got there from the forest, I you have gone ahead and connected the dots,) but you really should be a respectful houseguest regardless of the interviewee’s speculated species.

For instance, it’s good practice to accept offers of breaking bread with humans as the sharing of a meal is both a great chance for participant observation and a delicious way to build rapport - circumstances are different when working with the Gentry, but you can still be cool about it and acknowledge that the offer is appreciated, refraining from inadvisable participation yet still accompanying them as they eat.

Another example of ethical conduct can be found at the very beginning of any interaction with a subject of documented research: consent forms and/or verbal agreements. This might look something like establishing boundaries around what information will be shared and whether or not recordings, if taken, will be publicly available - that is, if you’re conducting the interview of a more mundane subject.

If you’re conversing with, say, an elderly Fair Lady who’s three times your size and could easily crush your bones to make her bread with one arthritic hand tied behind her back, it may more closely resemble the locking-down of a Deal as you go about setting up your trusty microphone and laptop on her stratocumulus coffee table.

(That prime flat surface real estate had, moments before your arrival, been occupied by one of the Lady’s many, many pet geese, the bird’s softly shimmering feathers indistinguishable from the puffy wisps of cloud were it not for the fine gold doily separating the two.)

(Post-eviction, you could also tell them apart by the affronted honks and wing-flapping of indignation, both behaviors that are rather uncharacteristic of clouds.)

One last difference that’s very important to keep in mind for your fieldwork is the type of equipment you’ll be using.

Both pen & paper and digital tools each have their own unique merits when dealing with humans, but obviously you want to avoid electronic devices when interviewing the Fair Folk due to the almost always unstable and very often volatile consequences of their interactions with technology.

Yes, it would be no good at all if, hypothetically, in the process of checking your recording set-up, you absent-mindedly handed a sweet old Lady the equivalent of a live grenade in a small room occupied by herself, yourself, and a dozen or so of her beloved pet geese.

It would be slightly less bad if, hypothetically, that bomb of metal and magic and electricity happened to go off in an extremely humid environment, such as a cloud, where the water molecules in the air and coating the surface of every creature helped to disperse the dangerous discharge, saving everything and everyone from serious damage (apart from your microphone.)

But it would still be significantly worse than okay if, hypothetically, a dozen or so perfectly healthy geese were still reeling from the moderately nasty shock.

And if those geese, as geese often do, got pissed off.

And if those geese, as geese only do on occasion, made an fairly logical guess at the source of their adverse fortunes.

And if those geese, as geese always do, chose violence…

Well, it’d be pretty damn bad.

…

I well and truly running out of words now, so I’ll quit beating around the bush; as you have have guessed, my interview with the elderly Lady did not end very well.

I feel terrible for saying it, but I’m relieved it was her and not me who drew the collective ire of the flock - the fowl beasts were supersized just like her, and believe me when I say that being pursued by one teenager-sized toothed-tongue terror is enough mortal peril for anybody.

Remember that one goose I had kicked off the coffee table? (Not literally, I was gentle as could be when handling her and she still found my actions as deserving of the utmost contempt.) Well, she was still so vexed with me that when my microphone blew up, she refused to consider any explanation of her pain where the blame rested on any shoulders but my own and reacted accordingly.

I was still recovering from both the explosion and bearing witness to the biblically-accurate mass of flailing feathers and gnashing beaks that then towered before me, but if nothing else, a goose on your tail is an excellent source of motivation.

Somehow, my laptop found its way back to me (shockingly, pardon the pun, none the worse for wear,) and the goose and I tore our way through the cottage and out the doggy-door.

(goosy-door?)

(gander-gateway.)

The finer details of how I made it back down to terra firma are lost to me, but I’d wager the multitude of bruises across my entire body have something to do with it.

(Does the student health insurance cover that as well? How about goose bites?)

(…do we even have student health insurance?)

Regardless of the methodology, when I came to I found myself in the forest once more, a few paces off to the side of a major trail. Back in (relatively) familiar territory, albeit with a (relatively) unfamiliar goose venting out the last of her excess anger through the healthy outlet of creative expression - her fangs served as her brushes, my poor shin her canvas.

Really, once she chills out and knows the taste of your flesh, she’s sweet as anything. I’ve taken to calling her Audrey III; as of yet, no complaints have been made.

(Oh yeah, I may or may not have lowered a suspiciously metallic ovoid object down through the mail slot - I didn’t hear a crack so if it hasn’t rolled off, I’d love to know your judgement on whether or not the resultant omelet is mundane enough to eat.)

I suppose she’ll be staying with me for a while, seeing as I’ve got no way of reliably navigating back to the beanstalk, if it’s even still there.

I feel terrible about what happened up there, even worse about what might happen to me (or any other Lima Bean) if things aren’t set right - I’ll not commit any admission of debt to words, but please do let me know, Archivist, if there’s any chance the Edible Arrangements deliveryperson would be able to find her.

…

So, looping back to the start of this letter, I hope you’ve got a student who’ll find some use for Lima Bean and pray that you’ll be able to find me a replacement safe name soon.

Don’t worry, I’m not completely nameless - I’ve got a spare for emergencies like this, a well-worn hand-me-down from my dad. He wasn’t even the first to use it, I know it was Grandmomma’s at one point too.

That’s why I’m hesitant to wear it for too long: it’s only natural for hand-me-downs to press on you somewhat with the weight of their accumulated legacies, and I haven’t got a clue as to how many lifetimes this one has endured for. But it’s all I’ve got, I suppose, so I might as well use it.

I’ll leave you to your work, Archivist - may your day be pleasant and your night be peaceful.

Patiently (hopefully) awaiting your response,

- Jack, a Folklore Major

x

note from the Archivist - Well, on the off-chance it’s not too late entirely, take the name Balderdash, and perhaps also, going forward, your own advice.

[myrddin-wylt]

so earlier this week I promised I’d drop the recommended reading re: Argentina’s genocide of its indigenous population, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to just drop the list or if I should give an explanation of its contents that I honestly was too tired to give. SO INSTEAD I made the list, a screenshot, and a meme and the rest is your problem.

are ya ready kids???????

Science Education and Indigenous Knowledge in a Decolonial Perspective: An Argentine Case (2022)

Indigenous Interference: Mapuche Use of Radio in Times of Acoustic Colonialism (2022)

Showing themselves: Indigenous people, cultural heritage promotion and community development in Northern Argentina (2021)

The Conquest of the Desert: Argentina’s Indigenous Peoples and the Battle for History (2020)

Validation of the subtle and blatant prejudice scale towards indigenous people in Argentina (2020)

Indigenous Communities of the Lhaka Honhat (Our Land) Association v. Argentina (2020)

“They Are Not Truly Indigenous People”: Social Representations and Prejudice against Indigenous People in Argentina (2020)

Restitution policies in Argentina (2020)

The First Peronists: Indigenous Leaders, Populism, and the Argentine Nation-State Get access Arrow  (2019)

Affectual Erasure: Representations of Indigenous Peoples in Argentine Cinema (2018)

Making the Indigenous Desert from the European Oasis: The Ethnopolitics of Water in Mendoza, Argentina (2017)

Dispossession and Protection in the Neoliberal Era: The Politics of Rural Development in Indigenous Communities in Chaco, Argentina (2017)

Narratives about the past and cognitive polyphasia: Remembering the Argentine conquest of the desert. (2016)

Landscapes of contrast: The neo-extractivist state and indigenous peoples in “post-neoliberal” Argentina (2016)

Sweet death: indigenous labour exploitation in the San Martín de Tabacal Sugar Mill,Salta, Argentina (2016)

“The Ashes of our Ancestors”: Creating Argentina's Indigenous Heritage in the Museo Etnográfico, 1904–1930 (2015)

Our Indigenous Ancestors (2015)

Being Kolla: Indigenous Identity in Northwestern Argentina (2014)

Huarpe Archives in the Argentine Desert: Indigenous Claims and State Construction in Nineteenth-Century Mendoza (2013)

Argentina's constituent genocide: challenging the hegemonic national narrative and laying the foundation for reparations to indigenous peoples (2012)

The struggle of being Toba in contemporary Argentina: Processes of ethnic identification of indigenous children in contexts of language shift (2012)

Historical representations and conflicts about indigenous people as national identities (2011)

Discussing Indigenous Genocide in Argentina: Past, Present, and Consequences of Argentinean State Policies toward Native Peoples (2010)

‘We Have Always Lived Here’: Indigenous Movements, Citizenship and Poverty in Argentina (2010)

Racism and Discourse in Latin America (2009)

Indigenous or Criollo: The Myth of White Argentina in Tucumán’s Calchaquí Valley (2008)

This is Not an Answer to the Question “Who is Indigenous?” (2007)

The genocide of indigenous peoples in the formation of the Argentine Nation-State (2006)

Talking about others: archaeologists, indigenous peoples and heritage in Argentina (2005)

Indigenous Struggles and Contested Identities in Argentina Histories of Invisibilization and Reemergence (2003)

Current status of Argentine indigenous languages (1985)

[diceriadelluntore]

Quae sunt tria angula veritatis?

Ratio, qua nos discutimus. Affectus, quo aliis miseremur. Puritas, qua ad invisibilia sublevamur.

Quali sono i tre angoli della verità?

La ragione, per mezzo della quale esaminiamo noi stessi. L'amore, per mezzo del quale abbiamo compassione delle sofferenze altrui. La purezza, per mezzo della quale siamo elevati verso le cose invisibili.

Bernardo da Chiaravalle