#clusts

[artsyebonyrose]

inktober day 2: spiders

(nate from uncharted 3)

[insomniac-dormouse]

There are unbroken gems.

There are gems so deeply healed, it’s as if they were remade.

There was an effort.

There was a long, organized campaign, that had the cluster being pulled apart piece by piece.

There is the cluster. There was the cluster.

There is the time countless broken pieces learned to see each other.

There was love in that hell.

So many of those gems are whole again in era 3, whole like they yearned to be for all those thousand of years they spent imprisoned, and the one they spent close to content.

So many of those gems are whole now, but still… they almost remember.

They remember when they glimpse eyes they’ve never seen in their reflection; when they hum songs sang in voices they’ve never heard; when they take a step, and imagine a dance they never got—never gave—for all the twisting, synchronized strands of a limb that tried to make up for it.

There are unbroken gems that cross paths in the midst of their liberation, and they recognize themselves in each other.

There are unbroken gems that find each other again, and carry on a little less broken.

[basilhomebrews]

Can you guess what game I've been playing a lot of? That's right:

Disgaea 7: Vows of the Virtueless

On an unrelated note, I've been chipping away at converting the "important" items from Monster Hunter for use in Fabula Ultima. Pic related, it's basically one of the ways I'm choosing to emulate ammo from MonHun into FabUlt. This is maybe the biggest homebrew project I've undertaken? Like, I'm writing up several methods of simulating MonHun items for FabUlt in varying degrees of complexity, so people can pick and choose how crunchy they wanna get.

All from me for now, real life has been kicking my ass recently. Stay frosty, o' ye internet stranger.

[ramniwas-sangwan]

Openstack 3 Node Cluster on Ubuntu - Installing MariaDB, RabbitMQ and Me...

[ancha-aus]

@0p1er0

I mean. If you are going to enable me :3

OKAY!

I will keep it to the idea that has been haunting me today because it is already going to be long.

It is a ClassicXDust story :3 A bit on the darkerish side though.

It would be a split POV story. Between Sans (Classic) and Dust.

The start would be with Sans and most of the POV at the start would be with him. It starts with Sans just being used and apathetic to what is going on. At this point Sans has seen each ending and timeline so many times he can recall them by word.

(there is no higher player or fate at play. it is just Frisk who has became apathetic themselves and is just resetting the timeline and going with whatever ending or possibility that calls their attention at that point. For the multiverse lore about Sans being the original. He still kinda is but because of multiverse shenigans no one is aware which the original is at this point. Not even the gods. So no special social status and Sans until now has been pretty out of the loop multiverse wise.)

The thing is. As Sans is waiting to die after another Genocide run, he notices someone watching him. Sans shrugs it off as it wouldn't be the first time the kid or flower came back to see what he was doing. So he just keeps playing a game on his phone as he slowly dusts.

This happens a few more times. only at genocide runs and Sans gets used to that as well.

Then... the same feeling starts to appear in neutral and pacifist runs. Which is weird. As it even happens when Sans knows Frisk couldn't have gotten out of the ruins yet. He figures it is still flowey but it is weird.

Then it happens when he meets with Frisk. and it happens when he knows Frisk is further along and he and Flowey happen to come across one another.

Sans is very sure there is another party now. But he has no idea who or what as he never actually saw this being. And more concerning. This being KNOWS about the cameras. All of them.

Then one day, Sans just kinda slept in and overslept. only to realise he is late again and he is so not looking forwards to the talking to Undyne will give him for being late again! Then on his way to his post he runs into her. only for Undyne to grin and ask him if he decided to join them for training after all. Sans is fully confused now and just motions in the direction to his station like "but... work?"

Undyne would look amused and say it is unlike him to be willing to do overwork as he had already given her his report for that days of work.

Which is when Sans notices that Undyne is in matter of fact holding a report with his own handwriting, or a very close copy of that, in her hands with that days date on it.

So you now have Sans who is curious and intrigued about this new person. (The healthy response would be freaked out but again. Sans is apathetic. So he is mainly just curious.)

On the FLIPSIDE!

Dust comes across the universe of Sans by accident. It isn't even as if he hadn't seen other universes like that before. He has even seen Sanses not caring about it anymore too.

Still, he wants to see how this one breaks. because they always break eventually. and Dust always watches them break. (it makes him feel a bit better about his own decisions)

but... this one just... doesn't break. He doesn't change script. he doesn't leave new traps. he doesn't even try to trick either the human or flower. He just, doesn't do any of that.

Dust figures it has to be something in a neutral or pacifist run that causes this sans to not break. so he starts to search and observe. but he can't spot anything! Anything that could have made it so this sans is immune to breaking.

Obviously Dust can see that this sans still has depression and apathy. Like those are obvious. but Sans is managing it. and he just goes and does his thing.

Sans obviously has off days but overall? He manages and keeps his shit together.

And it starts to fascinate Dust. Because he can see that it bores both flowey and the human. neither of the determined beings even pay attention to Sans, even with SANS being the only one to remember and the only options for either of those two to get amusement or anything new! (Dust isn't going to think about when he went from just another sans. to just being Sans.) ((It also helps dust becuase it shows him that he really isn't sans. because this sans is Sans in his mind. no one else. and Dust relaxes with that knowledges settling))

He keeps going back and back and he never gets his answers or an explanation and the only conclusion Dust can make at the end is just that Sans doesn't break under this pressure. no reason or real motivation or bigger motive.

Even with that answer. he keeps going back.

Dust isn't truly aware of it but the emotional range he goes through starts with just curiousity. after which a bit of fascination and frustration, then just intrigue, after fondness. after that like affection and stuff. It is a process he goes through.

Also for those wondering. Ghost papyrus isn't sure what to think about ANY of this. at first just indifferent but as time progresses even ghost papyrus doesn't know how to react to Sans or make him seem as negative or as if ghost papyrus doesn't like him. (mostly because i haven't decided if it is ACTUALLY ghost papyrus, who if he really was papyrus would adore Sans because Sans is a good brother and keeps going and maybe not trying but he doesn't give up. Any Papyrus loves that. And if this papyrus is just a hallucination that Dust thought off then his emotions would filter through to ghost papyrus making the hallucination feel the same about Sans as Dust feels.) So yes Dust is going through a whole emotional journey before he even MEETS Sans face to face. and that just escalates the whole thing because once Dust talks to Sans and has Sans attention all those feelings get so much worse and Dust wants, needs, more of it and so Dust keeps appearing in just the edge of Sans view and only interacts with him.

It goes far enough that Sans one time goes to eat something before the end of a genocide run and before his fight. only to fall asleep and wake up when the next reset hits. (Yes. Dust put sleeping pills in his food, bad dust, and went to spawn kill Frisk. So frisk saved and Dust killed them. and each time Frisk loaded Dust killed them before they could even look around. Pretty much breaking that run and leaving only the option to reset to Frisk. which they did.)

This is when Frisk and Flowey realise something is UP because Sans looked so confused when they asked him why he did what he did and Sans, not really seeing a point to lie, said he was eating and took a nap. (he figures out very quickly what happened but like hell is he giving either of these two more amusement.) he offers that maybe they just broke the timeline.

(on the other other side. you got the gang just. Watching Dust losing his mind. It is real funny to them. Mostly because they see what is going on a MILE away. in this story Horror has a very steady relationship with Crop (farmtale sans). Cross and Epic have a weird sometimes friends with benefits and sometimes boyfriends thing going on. Killer is free loving and goes out every week or so for some loving with whoever he feels like. and Nightmare and Error have been together for so long they are pretty much seen as an old couple at this point.

They just watch Dust going through it and Horror just leans to the others like "Who is going to tell him?"

Nightmar ejust shaking his skull and saying "no no. he needs to figure it out himself. He won't believe it otherwise.")

So yeah! story with a bit of darkish themes but because the characters are all who they are it just... doesn't settle in that territory fully.

But yeah that has been haunting my thoughts and it would be a slowburn just because of the narrative but STILL.

Maybe i just want more sansXdust stories. I think they would work together well.

The need to info dumb about a barely there idea that I may never even write is very strong today.

For now it will live with all the other ideas that are on the backburner but be aware it is there. Just like the other four ideas.

[lurking-latinist]

I am going to post some albums which I listen to all the time and which I think should be listened to more, by people, in general. Apologies that these are on Spotify, I know that's not usable for everybody but it is what I use so it's what I have the links from for this very very quick post.

[angelasscribbles]

Unexpected Chapter 12: The Beginning

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Maxwell x Riley x Liam x Hana

Rating: MA

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 2,351

A/N: This is it, the final chapter. But there will likely be at least one follow-up because there's still so much to explore in this universe. I might even do a spin-off series at some point. We'll see. If anyone has requests/questions for this series, please send them.

My other stuff: Master List.

“I choose….. Lady Hana Lee!”

Surprised murmurs broke out through the crowd, followed swiftly by applause.

Riley watched happily from the audience as her girlfriend climbed the stage to get engaged to the new king. She ignored the whispers and sidelong glances of the rest of the court.

Everyone had expected it to be her. In the last week, she and Liam had done very little to hide their relationship. They had been spotted coming out of the hedge maze hand in hand earlier that very night, leaves in their hair, faces flushed.

She smiled as she slid her arm through Max’s. Her gaze darted around the ballroom until she found Bertrand. He looked like he’d been slapped as he stood with his glass of champagne, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, and face pale. She felt a ping of sharp satisfaction as she watched his face slowly go from white to red with indignation.

“Come.” She tugged on Max’s arm. “Let’s go congratulate the happy couple.”

When it was their turn in the receiving line, Riley hugged the new king and queen tightly, happily, kissing each one quickly on the lips, and delighting in the shocked gasps from onlookers.

Liam entwined his hand with Hana’s as they watched her walk away and whispered to his new partner in crime, “What are we going to do with her, my queen?”

Hana shivered slightly. “Unspeakable things, I hope.”

Hana had been heartbroken when Riley first told her about her relationship with Liam and Max. But when the object of her affection had proposed a unique solution that positioned her as queen and gave her full access to exploring a relationship with both the woman she loved and the man at her side, a man she liked, respected, and was attracted to, she had for once in her life chosen the path of the unknown, of adventure, of jumping off the cliff with blind faith that things would work out. She had jumped, and it was exhilarating. The public assumed her flushed face and sparkling eyes were because of Liam. Let them. That was according to plan.

Riley’s appointment as Duchess of Valtoria would be announced within the week.

Liam had been clear with all involved that he would not hide his relationship with Riley. Royal marriages were political and there was no reason to pretend otherwise. He had promised Hana that he would treat her with dignity and respect. He would not publicize their agreement, but he also refused to treat Riley as a dirty secret. They would be reasonably discreet, but if they were photographed together, there would be no denials. A simple no comment would be the only response.

The engagement tour was scheduled, the wedding day was chosen, and the honeymoon would be at an undisclosed location due to security concerns.

The undisclosed location would be Valtoria. The press would be sent on a wild goose chase to Aruba.

A full investigation had been opened into the sabotage scheme and Bertrand’s name had been removed from consideration for the vacant council seat.

Riley and Max made their way through the crowd, only to be intercepted by Bertrand. He was livid. “What just happened?”

Riley tightened her grip on Max’s arms as she smiled serenely. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, two days ago your things were moved from Ramsford and your room at the palace into the suite next to Liam’s! What changed since then?”

“Nothing.” She grabbed a champagne flute from a passing server.

“Then why aren’t you engaged?”

“Oh, I am.” Her smile turned malicious as she held her left hand up for inspection. An enormous pear-cut diamond surrounded by a cluster of smaller diamonds sparkled on her ring finger. “I’m going to be your sister-in-law. You should congratulate us.”

Bertrand’s face darkened. “I warned you what would happen if your little dalliance with my brother ruined our chances at the crown. I will disinherit him, and I will personally ensure that your visitor’s visa is revoked!”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

Bertrand spun toward the voice. “Your Majesty! I was just—”

“I know what you were doing.” Liam’s face betrayed no hint of emotion as he reached his hand out toward Riley. She took it and stepped up to his side. “And while I can’t stop you from disinheriting your brother, I can promise you that Duchess Riley’s citizenship has been fast-tracked and cannot be revoked by anyone other than myself.”

Bertrand blanched. “Duchess Riley?”

“Oh, I meant to tell you!” Riley said with exaggerated sweetness. “Liam gave me Valtoria. So once Max and I are married, he’ll be a duke like you! He doesn’t need your money anymore and neither do I. Hm. Maybe I’ll talk to Liam about giving him that council seat you wanted.”

Bertrand paled even more as he tracked Liam’s face for some sign she was lying and found none.

Without removing his eyes from Bertrand, Liam handed the woman at his side back to Max. “Why don’t you take your fiancée to dance? I’ll be there shortly to cut in.”

Riley blew a kiss to Bertrand as she followed Max to the dance floor. “Ta!”

Liam fixed Bertrand with a steely glare. “I understand you’re disappointed that House Beaumont’s sponsee wasn’t chosen as queen, but the same can be said of every other noble house here tonight. Regardless of official titles, the duchess remains very dear to me. Slights to her will not be tolerated. Any offense against her is an offense against the crown as far as I am concerned. I hope that clarifies things for you.”

“I understand Your Majesty. I apologize. I mean no offense.”

Liam gave him a curt nod before striding out onto the dance floor.

“Are you okay?” Riley asked Max as she watched Liam approach.

“I will be. I just…need a word with my brother.”

“Good luck.”

Riley went from her fiancée’s arms to her lover. She grinned up at him. “Aren’t you worried that dancing with another woman thirty minutes after getting engaged will cause a scandal?”

He returned her grin. “Let it.”

“Oh, reckless! Are you a bad boy now?”

“Hardly!” He laughed. “You know there’s no way in hell I can give Max a council seat with his very questionable background, right?”

“Good Lord, no!” She tilted her head back and joined his laughter. “He would be terrible at it! I was just fucking with Bert.”

Liam pulled her closer to him with a chuckle. “I’ll bet he loves it when you call him that.”

“Why do you think I do it?”

While Liam twirled Riley around the dance floor, Max approached his brother with a storm raging in his eyes. “I can’t believe you want to disinherit me.”

“Oh, what difference does it make?” Bertrand scowled at him. “Valtoria is one of the wealthiest duchies in the country. You’ll be fine.”

“It’s not about the money!” Max cried in distress. “Don’t you want to be my brother anymore? Don’t you love me?”

“You think I don’t love you?” Bertrand spluttered. “Why else do you think I’ve bailed you out of your messes time after time?”

“I don’t know. To protect the family name, I assume.”

“That’s what you think of me?”

Max gave him a baleful look. “You knew Riley liked me and you didn’t tell me. You yell at me all the time. You care more about your reputation than my happiness.”

Bertrand straightened his suit jacket with a sharp tug. “One of us has to consider our reputation. Heaven knows it’s not you.”

Max scuffed the toe of his shoe on the ballroom floor as he considered that. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in the past, and you’ve always come along and cleaned up behind me.”

“What are you getting at?” Bertrand sneered.

Max’s trademark devil-may-care smile replaced the gloomy expression he’d started with. He clapped his brother on the back. “You’ve always been there for me before. I forgive you for trying to keep me and Riley apart.”

Bertrand gaped at him. “You forgive me?!”

“Yeah. I forgive you. All’s well that ends well, right?”

After all, he had ended up with the girl. He, Maxwell Beaumont, had gotten the girl. And not just any girl. The girl. The most perfect woman he’d ever met.

His competition had been a literal prince and somehow, inexplicably, that was his ring on her finger. He didn’t pretend to understand how it had all happened. He had just paid for the ring like she told him to.

Bertrand shook his head as his eyes tracked from Riley and Liam canoodling on the dance floor, back to the sappy grin on Maxwell’s face. “Are you stupid? You’re really going to marry her and just look the other way while she continues to fuck the king?”

Much to Bertrand’s astonishment, Max’s smile got even bigger. “Oh, I’m hoping to watch. Maybe even join.”

He’d do whatever, and whoever, she instructed him to. Her, Hana, Liam. He just wanted to be included.

“I…. that…. You know what? The two of you degenerates deserve each other!”

Max, who was also watching Liam and Riley on the dance floor, heaved a dreamy sigh. “I know. Thank you.”

Bertrand went to find his driver. Max was Riley’s problem now.

Riley stayed occupied most of the night between Liam, Max, and Hana, but the moment she was alone at the refreshment table, Madeleine swooped in on her. “How does it feel to be tossed over for your little bestie?”

Riley turned slowly to take in the other woman’s haughty expression. She repaid the jab with a shrug. “No one was tossed over, Mads. And if you’re asking how I feel about Hana being queen, the answer is great! She’ll be good at it. She’s smart, charming, and diplomatic.”

The blonde’s brows drew together in confusion. “It doesn’t bother you that he’s marrying someone else?”

“No.”

“No?”

Riley shook her head emphatically. “I never cared about being queen, Madeleine. Unlike you, my interest in Liam is personal, not political.”

“Yes. But he just got engaged to another woman!” Madeleine was becoming increasingly annoyed at her failure to get a rise out of the strumpet who had been the bane of her existence for the last three months.

Riley followed Madeleine’s eyes to where Liam was chatting with his parents, his arm wrapped around Hana. Her face brightened as she stepped closer to Madeleine and lowered her voice. “And what a woman she is, right?”

Madeleine blinked. “What?”

“Come on,” Riley smirked. “I’ve seen how you look at her.”

Madeleine’s face mottled as red blotches marred the milky whiteness of her complexion. “I have no idea what you’re babbling about.”

“Sure you don’t.” Riley stepped away with a smile. Turning her back, she plucked a strawberry from a serving platter. “You know, you sycophants all treat the crown like some sort of prize.”

“What else would it be?”

Riley lifted the fruit to her lips as she turned back to face the countess. “The crown, and all its obligations, have been nothing but an anchor around Liam’s neck. He’d be happier without it.”

“You’re so naïve.”

Riley slowly finished chewing as she eyed Madeleine up and down with a smirk. “Right. I’m the naïve one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

With a sparkle in her eye, Riley leaned in close and purred, “It means that I got every damn thing that I wanted and none of the crap that I didn’t. I started the summer as a waitress. I finished it with a duchy, my own money, Liam, Hana, and Max. What did you get, again?”

“I…”

“Exactly.” Riley turned and walked away while Madeleine was still trying to form a coherent response.

She made it four steps before Max was next to her. Together, they found Liam and Hana as the festivities wound down and the guests began to trail out of the ballroom.

Liam turned to the other three. “Shall we retire to the royal wing?”

“And do what?” Hana felt both apprehension and excitement punch her in the stomach.

“Not that,” Liam assured her. Then, with a wicked grin, “Unless you want to.”

Hana’s eyes widened and her breath hitched a little. “I…”

Liam grasped her hand and gave it a little squeeze. “We have our entire lives to get comfortable with each other. We can go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

“Just for the record,” Max interrupted, “I am comfortable with whatever pace you like, Your Majesty.”

Liam gave him a questioning look.

Max flushed. “I know about you and Carson. I’m not wrong that you like boys too, am I?”

Curiosity and interest flickered through Liam’s eyes at the offer. With a quick glance at Riley, he told Max, “We’ll take that slow as well.”

If he had to marry someone other than Riley, he couldn’t have done better than Hana. The burgeoning relationship between the two women circumvented all the awkwardness and anxiety Riley had understandably had about his marriage to another woman. And Hana would make a good queen. He was confident of that.

Max’s offer was intriguing, and the idea of sex with Hana wasn’t exactly off-putting. But Riley was the one who had his heart. With four people in the mix, there were a lot of moving parts and he wanted to proceed at a pace that would ensure plenty of time for everyone to process things as they went and minimize fallout from any potential landmines they hadn’t foreseen.

With a lot of intentional relationship-building and a little luck, they could make this unconventional arrangement work. Not just work but thrive. He was sure of it.

As the four of them made their way toward the royal wing, Max grasped Riley’s hand. Riley placed her other hand in Liam’s, and he, in turn, took Hana’s. He gave his new queen a reassuring smile then turned his gaze to Riley and Max as he told them all, “This is only the beginning, loves.”

~Fin

[justletmereadmycomics]

Please click it Tumblr DEVOURED the quality aoruhg also an attempt at an image id put into the alt text

Nomia! (like- like astronomia- im sorry I'll leave...)

Neopronouns are cluster/clust/clustie/clustie/cluself (for reference, they/them would be they/them/their/theirs/themself)

I CLAIM NOMIA AS THE ARSONIST OF THE GROUP BEFORE ANYONE ELSE GETS THE EXPLOSION CHILD !!!!

Transmasc asexual

Lies about his age (shhhhh)

If cluster were given spicy foods, cluster would throw up and cry (if these aliens can cry, idk if it's possible with their biology and whatever)

Left handed! Because I can!

Fuckin' WEAK

~*~ Nomia is meant to be part of Kraz's mischief-causing gang, created by @circusinarun :D ~*~

~*~ Marble Sky and its funky alien dudes by @somerandomdudelmao ~*~

Close ups below the cut!

@amat3ured1t0r @moth-boi-lycan since you guys seemed interested :]

[paizau]

Irregular Evolution and Analogy in the Making of the Kshafa Case System

Kshafa has a mid-sized system of five cases - nominativve, accusative, dative, locative, and genetive, with a singular and plural destinction in all cases other than the genetive, which originally was just the unmarked stem.

There are 3 conjugation classes:

The first conjugation, or the I/O-Stems, have a nominative in -e and an oblique stem ending in either a final -i or -o.

The second conjugation, or the E-Stems, have a nominative in -e and an oblique stem ending in an -e

The third conjugation, or the consonant-stems, have eight simple sub-classes, for each broad consonant type.

When making this system I decided that I don't really want to have tonnes of sub-paradigms for every possible word final two syllable sequence, and also one of the major sound change ispirations for this conlang for me is ancient to modern Greek, so I employed some tricks to stir the system into a shape I wanted with the sound changes I have already come up with. There are overall seven changes, presented in their order of chronological occurence. Three in this post, and four in one I will write in the future.

1. Irregular voicing assimilation

This, as opposed to all the other changes is something I did to complicate the system a bit. The first sound change that proto-Kshafa undergoes is voicing assimilation in stop clustes, where the first stop in a cluster assimilates to the voicing of the second:

*gta > kate /ká.té/ (gen.)

However, in order to make the declentions of stems with final voiced and unvoiced stops more distinct, the *k- and *d- of the dative and locative suffixes instead merge into the voicing of the preceding stem final consonant:

*lok- > vèkhó /vèkʰó/ (loc.sg), lokán /lòkán/ (dat.sg), lotin /lòtìn/ (dat.pl)

*log- > vègò /vègò/ (loc.sg), logán /lògán/ (dat.sg), lodìn /lòdìn/ (dat.pl)

Instead of this slightly more boring paradigm where they merge:

*lok- > vèkhó /vèkʰó/ (loc.sg), lokán /lòkán/ (dat.sg), lodìn /lòdìn/ (dat.pl)

*log- > vègò /vègò/ (loc.sg), lokán /lòkán/ (dat.sg), lodìn /lòdìn/ (dat.pl)

(There is also an element of analogy of the tone patterns, with the dative having a high tone, and the locative having a low tone, even though the voicing assimilation happened before tonogenesis and so the expected result would be for the voiced suffixes to have a low tone and vice versa, but that's not the case)

2. Irregular ordering of sound change, or maybe analogy?

This has to do with a monophthongization rule where *iji and *ijə sequences monophthongized to a long *iː.

Normally this rule applies from the start of the word onwards (because that's how lexurgy does it), so *ijijə becomes *iːjə. However in order to prevent a declention subclass of *-ij- final nouns in the acc.pl I decided that in this case, the ending will monophthongize in analogy to other nouns, so -ijijən > *-ijiːn.

*kmiy- > káme /ká.mè/ (gen.), kéme /kémè/ (nom.sg), kámìn /ká.min/ (acc.pl) instead of the expected *kamían /ká.mí.àn/

Hooray! crisis averted.

3. Another case of analogy

One of the biggest sound changes in the history of Kshafa is its own great vowel shift "Vowel Breaking", where vowels raised, lowered, and broke in various ways to turn the classic 5 vowel system - *a, *i, *u, *e, *o into a four vowel system - *i, *u, *ə, *a. One its components was the high vowels *i and *u breaking to *jə and *wə if an *a followed in the next syllable.

The dative suffix in the proto language was *-ke, which became *-kja in the vowel breaking, and caused a preceding stem final *-i or *-u to break. I didn't want this to happen, because this would have added another stem to the paradigm which only appears in the dative singular. This has the opportunity to be fun, but it doesn't fit the vibe I'm going for here. So this sound change in this instence was undone by analogizing the stem into its unbroken form from a different cell in the paradigm:

*ukri- > ókre /ó.krè/ (nom.sg), okrí /ò.krí/ (loc.sg), okríché /ò.krí.cʰé/ (dat.sg) instead of expected *oksháché /ò.kʂá.cʰé/.

[breadwithoutcheesefan1009]

Nah cuz Bobby’s death genuinely makes no sense.

1. Tim was going for “realism” but supposedly Bobby’s O2 supply got breached at the same time as Chim’s, he should already be dead and bleeding uncontrollably, not just a little from his nose.

2. There was no buildup throughout the season. No tying up storylines or anything, he just says bye to Buck and Athena and that’s it??? That is NOT how you kill off a main character.

2.5. Ravi was supposed to die instead. You CANNOT interchange those characters and expect nothing to go wrong. It is So Much more than just changing a name in the script, it changes the entire show to kill someone off, especially someone in the main cast. Absolutely horseshit writing.

3. Realism once more: you’re telling me that this virus is transmitted by air???? the WHO says it’s transmitted human-to-human by “blood, secretions, organs, or other bodily fluids.” (https://www.who.int/news-room/fact-sheets/detail/crimean-congo-haemorrhagic-fever) But it was aerosolized??? Okay, there is something about this, however the patient was on a ventilator and there was no explosion (https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/25576827/) but c’mon… dude.

4. If he was truly infected why in the Hell would Bobby have put Hen at risk like that. Sure, he was in his suit and shit, but he would Not have risked her life like that. More negative points for realism

5. Back to writing: Tim is fully ignoring the wishes of everyone. And I mean everyone. The cast fought against it, the fans fucking despise it, and not even the stans, the regular FB moms and shit are hating this. Tim has literally turned people against this show for no other reason than shock value. You want people to watch? Don’t kill Bobby.

6. Why Bobby Nash? No build up, he’s literally building a house with Athena, he wasn’t able to say goodbye to anyone on his team except for Buck, his death would change the show COMPLETELY. He is so integral to this show that honestly, season 9 will probably be the last if he stays dead. Bobby’s relationships with everyone on the show are so important, it’s literally shown in this season how much they rely on him, and now they just yank the carpet out? Make it make sense.

7. Tim said something about sacrifice. It’s not. Sure, he could’ve taken the cure, but that’s barely a sacrifice. In a show that loves gigantic explosions or tsunamis, you make him die from a compromised O2 line? At the very least have the lab blow up again and have him save someone, ffs.

8. Narratively how will the show continue? No one is ever moving on from losing Bobby. There’s no WAY that those characters won’t be written ooc for the rest of this season and the next. Buddie canon? With Eddie being offscreen these last few eps and Tommy back? Yeah right, if the show doesn’t want Buck to be ooc they are nawt kissing this season.

Im honestly just reeling. Out of all the things to do to raise the stakes Minear makes the decision to kill the lifeblood of his show at its peak popularity? People love this show because of the characters, not the danger. The danger is good because of how the characters react to it, not the other way around. Obviously Minear doesn’t understand that and it’s killing, not just Bobby, but the whole show.

[marchwardenofmordor]

Get to know me a little better.

Favourite Genres of music: trad goth, classical (romantic), folk, and black/death/doom metal.

Favourite songs from the genres:

Trad goth: Love Like Blood (Killing Joke), She’s in Parties (Bauhaus), Bela Lugosi’s Dead (Bauhaus), Arabian Nights (Siouxsie), Lullaby (The Cure), Lucretia My Reflection (Sisters of Mercy), Temple of Love (Sisters of Mercy), Into the Sun (The March Violets), Snake Dance (The March Violets), Persephone (The Cocteau Twins), Black Milk (Massive Attack), Group Four (Massive Attack), Exeloume - Deliver Me (Diamanda Galas), The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove (Dead Can Dance).

Classical: The Warsaw Concerto (Richard Addinsell), Mars, Bringer of War (Gustav Holst), The Bells of Moscow (S. Rachmaninoff), Red Riding Hood (S. Rachmaninoff), Isle of the Dead Op.29 (Rachmaninoff), Concerto No2 in C Minor (Rachmaninoff), the Danse Macabre (C. Saint-Saëns), Totentanz (F.Liszt), Liebestraum (Liszt), Hungarian Rhapsody no.2 (Liszt), La Campanella (Liszt), Night on Bald Mountain (Mussorgsky), Dance of the Knights (Prokofiev), (and a bunch of Chopin pieces)

Black/Death/Doom Metal: Ov Fire and the Void (Behemoth), Messe Noire (Behemoth), The Satanist (Behemoth), Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel (Behemoth), Evisceration Plague (Cannibal Corpse), Hammer Smashed Face (Cannibal Corpse), Ratamahatta (Sepultura), Walk With Me In Hell (Lamb of God), Perennial (Jinjer), Wolf Moon (Type O Negative), To The Hellfire (Lorna Shore).

Folk: Matty Groves (The Fairport Convention), Cam Ye O’er Frae France (Steeleye Span), The Blacksmith (Steeleye Span), Long Lankin (Steeleye Span), Bouree (Jethro Tull), Alison Gross (Steeleye Span), Alba II (Faun), Mon A Menai (Pigyn Clust), Antvmnos (Eluveitie), Ogmios (Eluveitie), Pais Dinogad (Ffynnon), Catvrix (Eluveitie), Esvs (Eluveitie).

Favourite Books:

the Silmarillion, Frankenstein, Dracula, Wuthering Heights, Rebecca, Faust, the Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, Coriolanus, Titus Andronicus, Richard III, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Beowulf.

Favourite Poems:

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal (Tennyson), Ozymandias (P.B.Shelley), To Autumn (J.Keats).

Favourite Food Dishes / Drinks:

Savoury: Stuffed mushrooms, Cassoulet, Macaroni Cheese, Spinach, Ricotta and Porcini Mushroom Pizza, anything with truffles, Gravadlax, Lohikeitto, Pickled Herring on rye bread, Laverbread and Cockles, Cawl, Dolmades, Babaganoush, Caviar, Salmon Roe, Black Pudding, Haggis and Gravy, Venison, Blue Steak. Oyster mushrooms. Fresh Oysters, rocket salads. Eggs benedict. Poached eggs. Steak and Kidney pie. Borscht. Saag aloo.

Sweet: Dark chocolate, hazelnut chocolate, hazelnuts, walnuts, dried cranberries, gingerbread/lebkuchen, camembert, black truffle honey, truffle gouda, cardamom cakes, baklava, blueberry muffins. Raw honeycomb - I go fucking feral for that shit

Drinks: anything elderflower flavoured, anything apple flavoured, whiskey (scotch), bold and smoky reds, dry and crisp whites, sickly sweet rosés, really malty dark or ruby ales. Rose tea, smoky tea. Strong coffees. Arabic coffee. Absinthe, the french way. Chartreuse (green). Blood Tonic. Tonic water in general. Sparkling water.

Fruits: plums, pomegranates, cherries, lychees, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, bilberries.

Films:

Midsommar, The Lighthouse, Nosferatu (2024), Nosferatu (1922), Dracula (Bela Lugosi), Sherlock Holmes (Peter Cushing), Sherlock Holmes (Basil Rathbone), Dracula (BBC), Lord of the Rings trilogy (Peter Jackson). Horror Express, The Curse of Frankenstein (Peter Cushing), The Mummy (Brendan Fraser), Wicked Little Letters (with Olivia Colman)

TV Shows:

House of the Dragon, Hannibal, Game of Thrones (excluding s7 and 8), Benidorm, Gavin & Stacey, Gwaith/Cartref (S4C - I’m sorry ok it’s a guilty pleasure), Torchwood, D&D Cartoon (the one from the 80’s)

Games:

Skyrim, The Witcher III, Baldur’s Gate III, DA Veilguard, Vampyr, Shadow of Mordor.

Characters:

GOT: Tywin Lannister, The Hound, Jaqen H’Ghar, Oleanna Tyrell, Melisandre.

HOTD: Aemond Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen.

LOTR: Haldir, Sauron, Galadriel, Elrond, Witch King, Shelob.

the Hobbit: Thranduil, Bard the Bowman.

The Silmarillion: Fëanor, Fingolfin, Mairon/Sauron, Melkor, Thuringwethil, Ungoliant.

Special Interests:

- vampires and welsh folklore/history, mushrooms, crystals, elves/drow and spiders.

[healingwithnatureaz]

[manawari]

Winter |

"Winter paused long enough to feel the shiver of trees, the stars and the breeze, the marvel of nature in pure harmony." (Angie Weiland-Crosby.)

Characters: Choi Jong-in, Cha Hae-in, Sung Jin-woo, Woo Jin-chul, Eun-seok, Lee Ju-hee, & Min Byung-gyu.

~ ❆ ~

Choi Jong-in

• He wondered if he could ever get cold. The soft freezing wind, nibbling on one's skin, always turned into warmth when it touched his own. Snowflakes melted in his palms and had not lasted a few seconds in his hand. Jong-in used to be fascinated with the cold season, wondering how it formed and fell from the sky, but now that he was an adult, winter was rather a passing hello. A hello to the frozen waters, a hello to the desire to feel the heat, a hello to the powdery white snow in the streets. Nonetheless, Jong-in liked watching the snowflakes, tiny particles waltzing in the air until they gracefully touched the ground, dissolving out of plain sight; he reached his hand out and waited for the single snowflake to slowly descend on his hand. He smiled when it finally did, feeling as if the snow had kissed his fingertip. He might not be able to completely experience the winter's wonder, but he always felt the winter's magic.

Cha Hae-in

• For once, she felt at ease; the icy blues of the sky and the tiny specks of snowfall drifting gradually in the air, they made her enamored, drawn in a spell that she could never take her eyes off. There was something about the winter that soothed her soul like a lullaby. Today, she woke up past her usual time, which only meant that winter had arrived. The season allowed her to sleep longer until her body was satisfied. Hae-in made herself hot chocolate milk, added with marshmallows, she stirred her mug and sat on the bean bag next to the broad glass window. She dragged a fur blanket over her lap as she glanced at the city outside of her condominium, the sky was clear and clouds were like cotton, utterly white that there were no trace of a bad weather in them. The streets were engulfed with snow and some areas might be slippery. Hae-in's mind ran over various of ways she could spend her day as the first day of snow. Sure, winter would stay for quite some time, but Hae-in hoped she wouldn't miss a thing. Winter had brought the inner child of her which she never expected it was still there.

Sung Jin-woo

• Inhaling the frigid air, it reminded him of the coziness brought by the heater as he and his sister were wrapped under the comforters, watching the movie their father had chosen. His mother would return from the market and prepare the most delicious stew. Jin-woo tugged on the collar of his jacket, burying his hands into his pockets to feel a tad warmth. Tank and the other bears were rolling around the snow, whining tenderly, their pleasant mood was palpable for Jin-woo to stay longer outside in the empty field where no other person could see them. Kaisel crawled under the snow and sprung up, sending fragments of snow everywhere, flapping its wings in delight. The ants were oddly curious of their surroundings, sniffing and even eating the snow, while Beru and others had found themselves forming shapes out of snow. Whether he admit it or not, he liked what he was witnessing, rather than a bloodshed battle. With his shadows happy, he was happy too. Seeing their other side was enough for Jin-woo to feel as though he had not lost that part of him either. Perhaps he could drag his sister out to play later on. Make snow angels and throw snow balls at each other. But now, Jin-woo chose to relish in the happiness radiating from his soldiers.

Woo Jin-chul

• The barista placed the cup of coffee on the counter. Jin-chul muttered his 'thank you' and grabbed the cup, bringing it to his lips to take a sip on the creamy, chocolatey coffee. He pushed the door on his way out and the temperature immediately changed. From the warm and cozy ambiance of the café to the icy and tough atmosphere of the winter. His breaths came in small clusters of mist, the tips of his ears turned into a soft taint of red, though he did not shiver and continued his stroll. Usually, most would do the best out of snow, but for Jin-chul, he'd rather stay in the background and watch the lives of people and the way they coped with the cold. It was him and his hot coffee against the breezy winter, shrouding the whole city — country — into pale white.

Eun-seok

• He had a dream. . . The shivering wind gyrating around his hand, the softness of snow beneath his feet, and the tender warmth from the fire. He wished to feel it again. In his grandfather's home, where it was him and his cousins, curled on the ondol floor, sprawling their bodies as they waited for the old man to finish the oyster stew. Winter had been the happiest season in his life, he loved each day of it more than the rest of the seasons. He couldn't wait to hold a mug contained with hot chocolate and a movie waiting for him in his living room. Eun-seok cracked a smile, staring at the clear blue sky, imagining the things he wanted to do. . . Things he still wanted to do. As his life came short, falling into the deadly hands of the vicious ants, devouring every inch of his dear life, he hoped that if the afterlife existed, he would wake up in winter's embrace, surrounded by endless snow.

Lee Ju-hee

• She was not a big fan of the cold. Lee Ju-hee already missed the beaming shine of sunlight, radiating across the city. Bright and lively. Now, she had woken up to the streets covered in white, so rather than making breakfast, she dressed herself in layers of clothing to keep herself warm and a pair of mittens to protect her hands from touching anything that had been grasped by the harsh atmosphere. She returned to the comfort of her home once she was done, along with the purple petunia that she had picked up after noticing how it was not coping well with the snow, she placed it next to the window where it had the most sunlight. Ju-hee gently caressed the petals with her bare hand, feeling the softness beneath her skin; she smiled, glad how it did not easily waver in the freezing wind. Just like her. Winter had not been her favorite season, but she learned how tender things could be, thus must be held in the warmest hands.

Min Byung-gyu

• Children were always rhapsodic no matter what season it was. Whether it was the embracing winter or the beaming summer, Byung-gyu lived to see those smiles on their faces as if the world they stood upon was a paradise. Laughter echoed in the wind across the neighborhood, kids threw snowballs at one another, Byung-gyu watched with a broad grin; he used his arms to shield his face from being hit by the snowballs and turned to his back on the playful children as he gathered a cluster of snow, pressing it into a ball, then he launched it at one of the kids. He guffawed when he heard them squeal. Unfortunately, it was all when he heard a cry among them. A little boy was sniffling after being hit in the head, so knowing what he must do, Byung-gyu placed his hand on the boy's head to ease the pain; everything returned to the way it was in an instant. Byung-gyu wished to maintain the happiness amidst the cold climate, as well as keeping everyone from pain.

[secretsideblogshhhh]

I love accounts that are like "plural culture is" or "cluste b culture is" "npd culture is" etc etc, but I can so rarely find accounts like that that aren't pro-endo, pro-tulpa, things like these.

If anyone has any blogs that have similar premises or anything like that it would be awesome if you could recommend them to us.

[grail-lifesupport]

Quite Obscure Arthurian Characters Profile: Arthur’s Guards

A group of guards who help serve Arthur’s porter Glewlywd Gafaelfawr first appearing in the Welsh Culhwch and Olwen and some other Welsh texts. Despite not playing major parts in the story, these characters are so hilarious like.

Gwion Cat Eyes. He’s literally a cat guy who can like both see in the dark and is so precise with his swordsmanship that he can cut a gnat by the corner of its eye without harming the eye itself. 

Penpingion whose name is Marblehead as he does walk or run, he rolls around on the floor to get to places. 

Drem ap Dremidydd (eyes son of seer), can see a fly as far as Cornwall and Clust fab Clusfeinydd (ears son of hearer) who can hear ants on the surface while he’s buried several feet under ground.

Llaesgymyn (trailing step) whose the only guard to survive an attack on them by a pig. 

and there’s like a bunch more. Anyways these guys are our favourites and my friend and i decided to paint them. 

Sketch done by Merlin Teapot, Painting done by me.

[delightfulweepingwillows]

Hihi

Do you know any names similar to sypha?

Or otherwise names based on uncommon Botanical poisons/deadly plants? /Np -sparrow

Tox, Toxx, Toxy, Toxic, Toxin, Toxins

Poi, Pois, Poison, Poisic or Toxsin or Toxson (Poison + Toxic)

Harm, Harmed, Harmful, Harmless, Trick, Tricky, Trixy, Acid, Acidic, Acidix, Fatal, Mortality, Abnorm, Abnormal, Abno, Abnor, Chem, Chemi, Chemical

More stuff under cut TvT

Effect, Affect, Burn, Burned, Burning, Burnt, Burns, Sting, Stings, Bite, Bites, Bitten, Scratch, Scratched, Flame, Inflamed, Inflamay, Inflamation, Blis, Blist, Blister, Blisters, Blistex, Danger, Dangex, Dangerous, Endanger, Endangered, Inges, Ingest, Ingested, Smoke, Smokey, Smoky, Sym, Symp, Sympt, Symptom, Expo, Expose, Exposure, Exposed, Inter, Intern, Internal, Grad, Gradual, Gradu, Met, Meta, Metab, Metal, Metallic, Tallic,

Pretty, Pleasant, Pleasing, Pleased, Graze, Grazed, Clustered, Cluster, Clusters, Clust

Leaf, Leaves, Flower, Flowy, Petal, Petals, Tree, Forest, Forestry, Life, Bee, Stem, Petalx, Scent, Scented, Decor, Decorum, Decorate, Decorative, Fern, Seed, Seeds, Thorn, Thorns, Thorny, Prick, Prickle, Prickles, Pricked, Blood, Bleed, Drip, Spine, Spines, Poke, Stab, Stabby, Stabber, Ripe, Ripen

Oleander Nerium: Oleander, Nerium, Olean, Oleand, Leand, Neri, Olener, Neriander

The Tree of Death (Hippomane mancinella): Death, Mane, Manci, Nella, Nellamane, Manella, Sap, Phorbol, Phor

Snakeroot, White (Ageratina altissima): Snake, Root, Snakeroot, Snakey, Roots, Rooted, White, Whiteroot, Agera, Agertina, Altis, Altissima, Sima, Alti, Trematol, Trema, Matol, Trem

Castor Oil (Ricinus Communis): Castor, Oil, Ricinus, Communis, Commun, Munis, Rici, Ricin, Infern, Infernal, Crim, Crims, Crimson

Rosary Pea (Abrus precatorius): Rose, Rosary, Pea, Abrus, Precatorius, Abru, Abrux, Catorius, Cator, Precator, Torius, Jequirity, Jequir, Jeq, Abri, Abrin, Abrix, Trop, Tropi, Tropical

Misc Others:

Bell, Bella, Lily, Valley, Vall, Val, Sweet, Sweets, Shade, Nightshade, Bella, Donna, Belladon, Bellux, Bellix, Belladonna, Dracunculus, Dracun, Cunculus, Draculus, Dracu, Tannin, Alum, Allium, Alli, Aril, Arils, Ackee, Citric, Citrus, Citrix, Citrux, Cyan, Cyano, Cyanogen, Ano, Anogen, Urushiol, Shiol, Urush, Uru, Urus, Urushi, Urushio, Shio, Cyanide, Cyani, Yanide, Yanid, Nid, Nide, Cya, Cyide, Rash, Lacquer, Lacq, Lac, Myristicin, Myr, Myris, Myriat, Ticin, Ristic, Risticin, Rist, Myrist, Myri

Oxalic, Rhub, Rhu, Rhubarb, Barb, Sour, Abrin, Abri, Abrix, Saponin, Adonidin, Aconitic, Adonid, Adoni, Adonis, Adonix, Aconit, Aconi, Linamarin, Lina, Lin, Linam, Marin, Rin, Nitril, Nitriles, Nitri, Tri, Tril, Triles, Hydrin, Vol, Volatile, Tile, Agglutination, Agglutin, Glutin, Glu, Agglu, Nephrotoxicity, Toxicity, Nephro, Corrosion, Corrosive, Corro, Wolfsbane, Monkshood, Bane, Aconitine, Nitine, Acon