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[rakesh-snike]

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[yuriosakawa]

Ben knew this was a bad idea. Actually, scratch that—this was a terrible idea.

The plan had been simple: track down the last remnants of Alpha, contain them, and make sure they didn’t start another apocalyptic rampage. That’s what Providence had called him in for. That’s what he and Rex had agreed to do.

And yet, here they were, standing in the ruins of a containment chamber, Alpha long gone, and the only sound filling the room was the very loud argument between two teenage heroes.

And somehow… they were both speaking Latin.

"Hic est omnino culpa tua!" Rex jabbed a finger at Ben’s chest. "You just had to go fiddling with that watch when we almost had him!"

Ben scoffed, crossing his arms. "Quid? Culpa mea? I wasn't the one who said, 'Let's make a giant metal cage out of nanites and hope he doesn't break out in five seconds!'"

"Id erat optimum consilium quod habuimus!" Rex shot back, waving his hands.

"Bene, erat consilium stultissimum!"

"Et tu es stultior!"

At this point, the entire exchange was being watched by a trio of baffled onlookers.

Doctor Holiday rubbed her temple. "Are they… speaking Latin?"

Six adjusted his shades, looking only mildly intrigued. "It would appear so."

Bobo, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself. "Oh, this is gold. I always knew those two were weird, but this? This is next level nerd stuff." He smirked. "Hey, do you think it’s, like, a mating call?"

Holiday sighed. "Bobo—"

"I'm just saying."

Meanwhile, Ben and Rex continued their very intense, very passionate Latin argument, completely oblivious to the confusion they were causing.

"Fateor, satis esse ridiculum!" Rex threw his hands up.

"Hoc solum dicis quod male fecisti!" Ben countered.

"Guys!" Holiday finally interjected, stepping between them. "We have no idea what you're saying!"

The room fell silent.

Ben and Rex blinked. Then blinked again. Then slowly turned to face the others.

"...Wait. You don’t understand us?" Ben asked.

"Not even a little," Six confirmed.

Rex frowned. "But we're speaking English—" He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing the words coming out of his mouth weren’t English. His eyes widened. "Oh, crap."

Ben's brows furrowed. "Wait, what the hell—" He slapped his Omnitrix. "Tennyson to Plumber base—uh, why am I speaking Latin?"

Static. Then a response:

"Ben, we don't know what you just said, but it definitely wasn't English."

Ben groaned. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

Rex let out a nervous laugh. "Sooo… new problem."

Six pinched the bridge of his nose. "You think?"

Holiday sighed. "Alright. First, we track Alpha. Then, we figure out why the two of you are fluent in a dead language."

Bobo snorted. "Pfft. More like undead language. I swear, they sound like they're summoning demons."

Rex groaned, rubbing his temples. "Ugh. This is going to be so annoying."

Ben crossed his arms. "Yeah, well, at least we finally agree on something."

"Utinam te perdere!"

"Tui sim!"

Holiday sighed. "This is going to be a long day."

[zkkaitopia]

estou publicando as versões pt-br de imagines com o remmick no meu wattpad:

MAY OUR CHAMBERS BE FULL (série de imagine especial)

&

CONTOS DO REMMICK, (uma coletânea de imagines traduzidos do eng. → pt-br)

se vocês quiserem e/ou tiverem algum pedido especial, posso escrever alguma coisa mais nichada para o tumblr, minha caixinha está aberta!!! eu tenho aqui outras fanfics do jackie, no meu ZKKAI FANFICS.

e se você lê em inglês e quiser me apoiar, estou publicando tanto no AO3 quanto aqui no tumblr (!!!)

esses são meus últimos trabalhos:

CONTENTION, COLD SACRILEGE (REMMICK)

LOVE THAT DEVOURS IN THE FLESH (OLIVER MELLORS)

SLOWIN' RIDIN' (AND TAKE EASY!) [ROY GOODE]

vamos disseminar a palavra desse homem, AMÉM.

[shinyzango]

Hello, how are you? :D

I recently ran into your version of the nutcracker and I loved it. And after spending the last days of my vacation’s watching your drawings about it.

I wondered:

Do you have an idea of the species or classes of inhabitants that live in the Doll Kingdom?

Or at least according to your version.

(PS: It’s my first time doing this xd)

OMG I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS I AM SO SORRY!!

Ok to answer your question...

This is still a WIP and this information may change later on, but for now I can explain the ones that are set on stone no matter what.

So, on the largest spectrum there are mainly 3 groups of entities inhabitating the Kingdom's land: Animals, Civilization and Mystical/Magical. (I can't think of better names atm so sry if they sound weird)

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ANIMALS

Self explanatory. Despite all the magic and all, there are still normal animals in this world. I'm not sure if they still have something different compared to our world (like bigger/smaller, different colors, able to talk, etc). I'll think about it.

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CIVILIZATION

This includes the races/species that live in communities such as villages, tribes, etc.

Humans One of the main races that live in communities. They're your usual humans, although a few of them are able of wielding magic by either being born with it or dedicating their life to study it.

Dolls The other main race who live in communities. They are basically living dolls who can range from stitched cloth to mechanical metal, all usually humanoid in their shape. They are all powered by a Soul Chamber, which lasts for the same duration as an average human life. New Dolls are born when new toys are created in Clara's world, from which souls materialize in the Doll Kingdom, and it's the job of specialized artisans to build them suitable bodies. They are also assigned to a skill/job from the moment they are born, and it's not possible for them to change it normally.

There could be other races who live in communities as well, but I haven't thought of any yet.

There is a Royal Family (who are all humans), as well as military who can be both humans and dolls (mainly Dolls though thanks to their higher sturdiness), then there are both higher and lower classes of families, but they do tend to help and respect each other. Workers of a wide variety of jobs, people who dedicate their life to magic and nature, etc.

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MYTHICAL

The Mythical creatures are entities who are more closely connected to the land itself and are basically its living force.

From the most important figure to the closest to civilization:

Mother Fairy The Mother Fairy, nicknamed the Sugarplum Fairy by the young folk, is the most powerful entity in the land, watching over all from her home in the Tree of Life. Very few are able to actually interact with her.

Guardians Giant animals who are the lifeforce of the land. Each region is strictly tied to these mystical beasts, from its nature to its magic. They are wise entities who don't usually show up in front of people.

Great Fairies They are the leaders of the various factions of fairies, guiding and instructing them in their tasks, as well as keeping an eye out on what's going on. They are also hard to come by, but are more present compared to Mother.

Fairies The most common mythical entity, even though they tend to hide themselves from sight. There are many groups of them, recognized by their element, and their job is to replentish the land with resources and aid the cycle of nature.

All the mythical entities prefer to keep themselves out from sight in order to not influence the land's other inhabitants. They are also not able to directly harm or influence the land when it comes to conflict, preferring to remain neutral. They can still help their people, but not directly solve their problems. This includes outsiders' attacks.

There is also one last entry I want to include.

Nutcrackers Nutcracker Dolls were the bridge between the communities and the Mythical entities. They were essencially the protectors of the Doll Kingdom, and the only ones able to directly interact with the higher mythical entities. The Mother Fairy and each Guardian had an assigned Nutcracker Doll who would protect them. They were also the main Royal military force, but they were not fully controlled by the Royal Family. In short, Nutcrackers acted on their own account, always for the good of the land's inhabitants even if it went against the Royal Family's desires.

And... That's all for now. I hope I managed to explain it all decently enough. 😅

[gilverrwrites]

Val I've been pacing in my chamber ruminating on a subject so near and dear to my heart

FantasyRoyal!PolyTimKon

Courtesy of my Maladaptive daydreaming to Soldier Poet King teaming up with my all consuming regency kink (cause honestly I have not been living up to my branding 👑 enough smh)

Now walk with me, Imagine being an elven "royal" your kingdom a small, humble little forest that's kept tucked away and hidden from most of the world until uh oh trouble! Humans threaten your little world and what can you even do :(

Well the kingdom next door is doing very well, and there is a saying that the Wayne kingdom's biggest export is political marriages since they have so many sons 👀

Your family's royal council sends in a little portrait of you aiming to at least get you out before the fighting gets bad. and you surprisingly get a reply!!

Everyone's so excited until they notice the big loopy WD at the end. The Wayne-Drakes. Ah. The little Drakling-dragon hybrid that the royal family picked up a decade or so back. Y'know the one with the tall, spiraling horns, and scarlet-tipped claws and scales scattered along his arms and the teeny tiny ability to turn into a flaming, death monster.

(allegedly it's probably just rumors don't worry about it. I mean at least he's wealthy! Dragon's hoard and all)

The reply agrees to take your hand in marriage and send military aid in return for you being named the heir to the crown in your kingdom. (Look your kingdom is tiny, but in a very good location with bountiful natural resources, so just allow him to absorb your lands into his by marrying you okay? Wait wdym no?? Wdym you won't forcibly take control of your family's ancestral home just for his benefit???)

Rahhh there was zero porn in this (Yet) but Raggh Dragonprince Tim 😵‍💫 greedy greedy brat who just wants to get more and more and build his hoard and is just a little teeny bit bitter that he isn't the crown prince despite being way more qualified than Dink (damn u older brothers)

Plus Fae!Royal guard Kon cause I love him and need him to drag me kicking and screaming to a banquet with my awful greedy "husband"

This is so disorganized but short of it is "Arranged marriage + Dragon hybrid+ fae shenanigans + long lizard-dragon tongue + being called "little prince(ess)" condescendingly + Tim at his worst most spoilt, greedy, obsessive behavior + Kon just having a good time

Expect something more coherent later

Thank you for sharing  such a treasured topic, I am very much on board 💖

Drakling!Tim Drake Wayne – so simple, yet a stroke of genius. Drakling Tim who not only wants to hoard kingdoms, but once he’s got his claws on you, he can’t get enough. His slit pupils dilating when he sees your portrait for the first time. The blaze behind them when one of his brothers, one further up on the line of succession shows equal parts interest in you.

The sharpness of his teeth when he smiles at you in greeting, watching as you bow to him upon your first meeting. His clawed fingers holding your hand just slightly to tight as he brings it to his lips.

And Fae!Kon, who has mischief in his veins. Who stands tall and silent, following orders in public, but the moment he’s left alone with his gluttonous Prince, he’s whispering in his ear. Dewy skin ablaze in the candlelight as he murmurs into Tim’s scales that he should take what he wants. That only Tim deserves you and only he is sharp and brilliant enough to take you.

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Sorry for coming off as antagonistic in the tags of the post on Abraham. By all means, please explain your views on hell. I've read your blog for the past month or so, and I've seen a lot of your reblogs about Christian Universalism, the ideas that hell isn't eternal, everyone is eventually reunited with God, etc.

I know reblogs don't necessarily equal agreement, but I am curious to hear what you have to say

Hii

Thank you for the apology. I needed that. And I am also very sorry if i came off as antagonistic at all; like I said, i hadn't eaten and it was 2 pm T-T, and also pride is something I am struggling with so I get offended too easily sometimes.

As for my recent reblogs, I got a new mutual who is a universalist, or at the very least in favor of purgatorial universalism. I reblogged them to meditate/contemplate on them. I myself, am not universalist tho. I am philosophically in the Methodist/Wesleyan so free will is pretty important to me, which both universalism and Calvinism tend to restrict too much imo.

Now, first thing i really want to get clear is that I do not know what happens when you die and what happens at the parousia. I know that that Christians will not die because they are in Christ, that all - righteous and unrighteous - will be resurrected, that there will be a separation of the two, and that heaven and earth will be one. These things Scripture is clear on and no one can contest. Everything else is speculation tho. I know some will disagree with me, but I really do not think scripture is as clear on this as many believe. I want to be really clear that I (and I believe, most if not all) just do not know because Scripture is just not as clear as we would like it to be. And this is because, despite the claim of some philosophers of religion, Christianity (and the Ancient Israelite religion) does not exist to answer questions of "What happens when I die?" It exists to tell of how heaven is coming on earth. And I have to just accept that because I cannot make scripture into something it's not. So I try to do research, look into historical traditions, and attempt (with varying degrees of success) to stay humble before God and loving before neighbor

First, a Lewis quote: "There is no doctrine which I would more willingly remove from Christianity than [hell], if it lay in my power. But it has the full support of Scripture and, specially, of Our Lord's own words; it has always been held by Christendom; and it has the support of reason. If a game is played, it must be possible to lose it." I start with this because I believe it is very important that no Christian should desire hell for anyone and that we believe in it because it is a sad necessity of reality, not because it is a desirous one. As Paul says in 1 Timothy, we know that God desires that all humanity be saved thru the mediator of Jesus the Anointed One. I say often that to be a Christian is to desire the salvation of even Hitler. Not merely salvation from some subterranean fiery torture chamber, but salvation from Sin.

So, the story of the bible is how God created heaven and earth and they were overlapping (the Garden of Eden), and it was his will to rule his good world together with his images but then heaven and earth got ripped apart because humans are foolish and proud and rebellious. So now, we are outside of God’s presence and as far as I am concerned, if one is not in God, they are already in hell. Or rather, hell is inside of them. I look around and I see infanticide and oppression and genocide and rape and murder and violence and racism and misogyny etc etc etc. I mean just look at Genesis 3-11, it's insanity. And I just have to ask, "What is that if not hell?" And since all of it is rooted in the human heart (which is deceitful and wicked and utterly diseased), hell is in the human heart. St Jacob says a tongue that lies and gossips and curses is lit on fire by Gehenna (which was a physical place southwest of Jerusalem). Not by nature or essence but enslaved to the power of Sin and Death.

On the note of death, I believe in conditional immortality. The human in Genesis 2 is made from dust and they have the opportunity to achieve immortality but it's lost. So they are from dust to dust, without any immortality of the soul. As are all human beings "bitten by the snake", enslaved to Sin and Death. That is, until Jesus could liberate us from slavery to sin and death by his sinless but cursed slave death. He went into death and opened up the way out into eternal life starting now and lasting forever. As such, we believers, as being mystically united to Christ, are alive in him and thus do not die. Rather, when we die we go to heaven and are alive in him (this is why Anglicans, Catholics, and Orthodoxes see no problem asking saints to pray for them. They are not dead).

So the triumphant body of Christ awaits in the intermediate space while awaiting the full reconciliation. So this waiting and praising and praying takes place in heaven. Waiting and praising and praying takes place on earth, until the return of Jesus the Christ in all of his glory, the resurrection of the cosmos, and the full union of heaven and earth. And so the people of God who have chosen life will reign and rule in the power and love of God once more.

But then there is the problem of those who choose death. All powers and authorities have been made subjected to Christ the Victor and King and now everyone is faced with a choice: be healed by the Great Physician and join him in his New Creation, or choose a sin and death in the Valley of Wailing. Why would anyone choose the Valley of Wailing? I made an entire post about it (more poetic than theological) but basically we do it everyday. I have heard it said that "man would escape hell if he could" but this is simply untrue. Of course, we do not wish to live in hell, and if we could escape by our own way we would. But our efforts simply create more hell. Nothing is more terrifying to humanity than that Jesus is God, because if Jesus is God then there is objective good and bad and I have to stand on his wisdom. And if Hesus is God then we killed him when he revealed himself to us. We would rather be "abandoned by God" as Sartre said, though in truth we have abandoned God and thus chosen hell. I chose the hell when I was proud and easily offended and spiteful towards you yesterday, for example. And so, if at the Second Coming, when I see Justice incarnated as the person of Jesus bearing the authority to declare good from evil, I can choose to bow in submission, or I can choose to be forced to bow in subjugation. And many will not choose to boy. "Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven" they will say. They will prefer their idols and their deceptions to true joy and reality.

And God will let them.

Hell, then, is God's monument to human dignity and choice. If someone refuses to be healed by the Great Physician, God will honor that choice. But what God will not do is allow hell to ruining his good world. "I willingly believe that the damned are, in one sense, successful, rebels to the end; that the doors of hell are locked on the inside.” - C.S. Lewis. And also "those who fly from the eternal light of God, which contains in itself all good things, are themselves the cause to themselves of their inhabiting eternal darkness, destitute of all good things, having become to themselves the cause of [their consignment to] an abode of that nature.” - St Irenaeus. It is God's mercy to contain (sub)human evil and not let it eternally ravage his good world, nor his good image bearing humans who live in that world.

And so they can choose, and God will honor their choice, between the Great New Garden City (New Jerusalem, in the Revelation) that is heaven and earth married together again or you can "live" in the Valley of Wailing, which is outside the city and thus sort of outside creation, which is weird. What does that mean, to be outside the city? How are you outside creation? How are they alive if there is no natural immortality and life is dependent on God? What is it like in the valley? Well I mean, I don't know. It's fire. And darkness. And ice. Death. Destruction. Non-order. Non-being. This is where I lean more annihilationist. But, conditional immortality is distinct from annihilationism. While annihilationism places emphasis on the active destruction of a person, conditional immortality places emphasis on a person's dependence upon God for life; the extinction of the person is thus a passive consequence of separation from God. But I do not hold firmly to the concept of cessation of existence. I think it makes sense, but the only thing I hold fast to is 1) that I do not know and 2) that God's desire will be done.

And without Christ's sacrifice, his defeat of death and sin, the gift of the Spirit of God to urge us to pursue holiness, we would still be slaves to sin and death, corrupted by it, unable to follow God's wise instruction. And as such evangelism is still vitally important (which is a concern I have seen from some) because without the renewing of the mind, as Paul says, there will be no allegiance to Christ.

That said, I do believe there will be nonbelievers who choose life/God. And there will also be some believers who will choose death/sin. Why? Quite simply honestly. There are Christians that won't talk to people who vote differently from them. At the wedding feast of the Lamb there will be Nazis and Jews, Democrats and Republicans, Zionists and Palestinians (the feeling many people feel reading this is the same feeling many Ancient Israelites would've felt reading the last chapter of Zechariah where Jew and non-Jew go up Mount Zion to celebrate Sukkot). Some Christians, like the first century Jewish brethren of Jesus our Lord, will find the love and power of Christ abhorrent, and they will reject him. That all said, i am a hopeful universalist. It is not my hope that anyone would choose death. I want all people - even Hitler - to choose Life. Again: to be a Christian is to desire the salvation of even Hitler. In fact I would say that the end goal is reaching such a state of union with God that you would be willing to die for the salvation of the wicked, but I understand that’s in the deep end and not everyone would agree with that lol.

So... yeah. I don't know how clear this is. I sort of got away from soteriology and into full on eschatology, but as you can tell the two can't really be separated for me, you know? If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

May you have perfect peace, and may the favor of our Lord Jesus the Anointed One, God of Compassion and Favor be with you. Amen.

[ninaemsaopaulo]

Brandy, sendo a dra. Alex, está impressionada com aquele universo no qual sua consciência se instalou. Tudo que ela toca parece real e sua admiração por Clara só cresce. Ela segue o roteiro e o filme vai muito bem, até que um erro no sistema faz com que todos os personagens dentro da história, exceto a dra. Alex e Clara, fiquem paralisados. Brandy entra em desespero, chama pela líder do projeto e não obtém resposta. Decide contar para Clara que tudo aquilo é ficção: sua vida não existe, ela não tem passado porque é uma inteligência artificial; fora dos painéis daquele estúdio, não há outros cenários e seu nome verdadeiro é Dorothy Chambers, uma famosa atriz que faleceu jovem e cuja vida pessoal sempre foi alvo de especulações, conforme ela contracenava com protagonistas masculinos. Enquanto isso, do lado de fora da consciência de Brandy, cada segundo equivale a sete horas, de modo que ela passa meses dentro do filme ao lado de Dorothy.

Estou fazendo a análise completa dos episódios da sétima temporada de Black mirror, lançada esse mês. Você pode ler aqui.

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[saayawolf]

Non ti azzardare ad insegnare a mia figlia ad avere paura del bosco.

In questo modo è stato creato il timore della ricerca interiore.

Non voglio che mia figlia limiti il suo viaggio a luoghi aperti, luminosi, luoghi che sono facili da toccare e vedere.

Perché ho imparato che a volte la verità di ciò che siamo sta nelle ombre e in luoghi umidi in cui i funghi crescono e le piante crescono lateralmente e verso il basso e in nuovi modi, a casaccio alla ricerca di sole.

Il mio viaggio mi ha insegnato questo, che le donne entrano in questo mondo con una foresta – antica, frastagliata e saggia – una foresta annidata dentro la loro anima.

Così sì...puoi provare a spaventare mia figlia perchè rimanga fuori dalla foresta, ma ho l’intenzione di raccontarle la sua capacità di mettere radici e di rispettare le radici degli altri. Che queste sono le vene, il suo collegamento all’amore, al Divino, le radici dietro a se stessa.

Ho intenzione di insegnarle che le sue radici del cuore la ancorano, che il verde è il colore dell’amore.

Mia figlia saprà che le cose possono nascere e crescere selvagge dentro la sua anima-foresta: idee, pensieri, segreti, intuizioni, ma che esse possono morire in inverno, quando sono state rese libere e hanno avuto il loro tempo al sole.

Lei capirà che l’anima-foresta ha molti sentieri ombreggiati su cui la luce può scintillare e giocare brutti scherzi, ma che fare l’esperienza di andare nella direzione sbagliata una volta ogni tanto non è che un breve momento una volta che si è avviati sulla strada giusta.

Io insegnerò a mia figlia che la sua anima-foresta è lì per lei, per ritirarcisi, così che lei possa trovare la vera abbondanza, il vero nutrimento e la vera pace, che contiene il mistero per il senso della vita.

Le ombre sono lì per rendere ancora più emozionante il viaggio per scoprire il mistero.

Se mai arriverà un momento in cui mia figlia si sentirà abbattuta, io le farò vedere che nell’anima-foresta c’è sempre vita brulicante sotto la superficie. Come una civetta che insegue un topo al chiaro di luna, una parte di lei da qualche parte è sempre sveglia e vivace pacificamente nel silenzio; all’erta, che osserva, in attesa.

Quindi, non ti azzardare a insegnare a mia figlia a temere la foresta.

Sai quelle storie che parlano del lupo nel bosco? Io insegnerò a mia figlia che lei è il lupo – libera, primordiale e collegata alla luna.

Farò in modo che mia figlia sappia che lei è la donna saggia che vive nella sua stessa anima-foresta. Le dirò che la saggia è la vegliarda, la sua antenata, la sua saggezza, la luna nera in tutta la sua gloria.

Non vi è alcun mistero oscuro che può spaventare mia figlia perché ho intenzione di insegnarle che lei è al centro di quel mistero, che il suo potere divino femminile è il più grande mistero per tutti coloro che non lo comprendono. Quindi non ti azzardare ad insegnare alle nostre figlie a temere il bosco. Non piú.”

🪶 Ty Chambers

[gerudoshikyapril]

New words as of 2, April, 2025!

As always, you can click on the underlined words to hear them.

(a) Headstone = Ji gdiht/Ji gdít

[Pronunciation: jee guh-DIT]

Literally: Name stone

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(a) Hook = Nauanisa/Nawanisa

[Pronunciation: nah-WAH-nee-sah]

Literally: Metal claw

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(a) Hookshot= Ihmas nauanisa/Ímas nawanisa

[Pronunciation: ih-MAH-ss nah-WAH-nee-sah]

Literally: Grip metal claw

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Island = Laknu

[Pronunciation: lahk-NOO]

Literally: Sea land

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Alternative universe= Itanida pihnkast/Itanida pínkast

[Pronunciation: ee-tah-NEE-dah pin-KAH-st]

Literally: Another world

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Chain = Zuihnuar/Zwínwar

[Pronunciation: z-win-wah-r]

Literally: Braided metal

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(the) Chamber of Sages= Ehxijkarx Cambi/Éshijkarsh Chambi

[Pronunciation: ess-ee-juh-kahr-sh chah-m-bee]

Literally: Sage Room

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Sacred= Salehmat/Salémat

[Pronunciation: sah-LEH-maht]

Literally: Blessed

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(the) Sacred Realm = Oridort Nu

[Pronunciation: or-ee-DOHR-t noo]

Literally: Golden Land

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(to) Secure/Seal = Afalnae/Afalnæ

[Pronunciation: ah-FALL-na]

Literally: Close in

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(a) Sorcerer =Ihnes majakax/Ínés majakash

[Pronunciation: ih-ness mah-jah-kah-sh]

Literally: Dark wizard

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Splat = Uacol/Wachol

[Pronunciation: wah-CHO-ll]

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(a) Kingdom = Tif'ya Lapiht/Tif'ya Lapít

[Pronunciation: teef-yah lah-PIT]

Literally: King's nation

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Longshot = Muhlamasisa/Müamasisa

[Pronunciation: muh-LAH-mah-see-sah]

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Wizard (general term) = Majakax/Majakash

[Pronunciation: mah-JAH-kah-sh]

Literally: Magic man

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Windwaker = Ako umehkx/Ako uméksh

[Pronunciation: ah-ko oo-MEK-sh]

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Zora Domain = Zora Lapiht/Zora Lapít

[Pronunciation: zoh-RAH lah-PIT]

Literally: Zora Nation

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(a) Necromancer = Mihreks umehkx/Míreks uméksh

[Pronunciation: mih-RAYK-s oo-MEK-sh]

Literally: Dead waker

More information (or just want to explore the vast vocabulary) :

[chericheribaby]

username song game!

thanks for the tag dears @residentrookie & @t-ri-z <33

rules: put a song for every letter in your username.

*takes a deep breath, cracks knuckles* okay, let's gooo!!

p: picking berries by lolo zouaï

r: ran before the storm by roo panes

e: eat your young by hozier

t: the great war by taylor swift

e: estrechez de corazón by los prisioneros

n: nobody by mitski

t: the party line by belle and sebastian

i: i wish you roses by kali uchis

o: of all living creatures, why a human being? by alondra bentley

u: unwritten by natasha bedingfield

s: slow dancing in the dark by joji

w: wrecking ball by mother mother

r: ribs by lorde

e: espacio by eva b

c: chamber of reflection by mac demarco

k: kool kids by maneskin

i: i am my own muse by fall out boy

n: never ending song by conan gray

g: getaway by saint motel

b: bitter taste by billie idol

a: alone again (naturally) by gilbert o'sullivan

l: lovers rock by tv girl

l: love song by the cure

no pressure tags: @messerflower @sequinhaze @fruityindividual @boydykepdf @bludnik-a @a-fiery-fox @oesker @pinkthekla @satorusvoid @vertijo @sandrawstuff @nunsdontworkonsundays (sorry ess) @aeoneskova @moonheavens

[kaidanpedia]

Artigo sobre 学校の怪談 (sem ficha técnica)

学校の怪談

Títulos alternativos: Gakkō no kaidanSP/Gakkō no kaidan OVA/ Gakkou no kaidan SP/ Gakkou no kaidan OVA/ Gakkou no kaidan/ Ghost school.

Mangá

Criado e ilustrado pela mangaká Kyomi Ogawa (小川京美) e supervisionado pela associação de folclore japonesa (日本民話の会) é um mangá infantil que possui ao todo 12 volumes e foi serializado na revista mensal Comic bunbun (コミックブンブン), sendo o primeiro volume lançado em 10 de setembro de 2004 e o último em 1 de setembro de 2009.

O mangá foi comercializado apenas no Japão e na Indonésia, no Japão ele teve todos os 12 volumes enquanto na Indonésia tiveram apenas 5 volumes que foram distribuídos pela Elex Media Komputindo no ano de 2007, o mangá nunca recebeu nenhum tipo de tradução muito menos chegou a ser comercializado no Brasil.

O mangá é classificado como dos gêneros: terror, comédia e supernatural. o público alvo de acordo com o site da Poplar, editora responsável pela revista, é de crianças de aproximadamente 6 anos de idade.

A história consistia em basicamente histórias curtas de terror, algumas tendo final em aberto e tirinhas de comédia de 4 painéis para amenizar o clima de terror

Anime (OVA)

Em 2005 o mangá recebeu uma adaptação em animação tendo 10 episódios cada um com aproximadamente 9 minutos de duração. 

Recebeu uma fita VHS nos anos de 2005 e 2006 e posteriormente um DVD no ano 2007.

O tema de encerramento foi adicionado no ano de 2008 e as edições de 2008 e 2009 continham a abertura do anime “Fushigi Tsuushin: Toilet no Hanako-san” (ふしぎ通信トイレの花子さん) como um bonus, esse outro anime foi cancelado e nunca foi ao ar.

O anime foi exibido na Kids Station em 15 de agosto de 2008 as 19:30 e em 25 até 27 do mesmo mês as 20:30.

No ano de 2009 o anime recebeu um tema de abertura animado por Izuki Imazaki e Shinji Katahira e os episódios de 2005 a 2007 foram reeditados para serem transmitidos.

Jogo

Em 17 de Julho de 2008 a empresa Compile Heart lançou um jogo de terror e aventura baseado no mangá para Nintendo DS, o preço do jogo era de 5.040 ienes (incluindo taxas).

A história do jogo se tinha como ponto principal a investigação do sumiço de um colega do protagonista.

O jogo incluía 40 histórias baseadas nas histórias do mangá.

Brindes da revista

Na época que o mangá foi serializado tiveram alguns brindes da revista que foram um estojo de lata e uma assinatura da criadora, não se tem muitas informações sobre esses mas eles tem sua existência confirmada.

Personagens

Hanako-san (Dublada por:Miyu Matsuki)

Um fantasma de uma garota que vive no banheiro feminino, tem aparentemente um bom relacionamento com os outros guias especialmente com Kinjiro.

Rabbi (Dublado por:Yuko Gitake)

Um coelho falante que gosta de observar a paisagem da escola pela janela das salas, ele não gosta de água.

Kinjiro (Dublado por:Makoto Naruse)

Uma estátua de pedra de Kinjiro Ninomiya que se localiza no pátio da escola, Tem um bom relacionamento com Hanako e gosta de estudar.

Jinta (Dublador por:Daisuke Kishio)

Um boneco anatômico que vive no laboratório de ciências, ele sabe cozinhar.

Kuchisake-onna (Dublada por:Mie Sonozaki)

Uma mulher que tem a boca cortada, uma ótima corredora por causa de seu hábito de perseguir pessoas com uma foice. Ela aparece no capítulo 22 do 2 volume.

Toten Paul (Dublado por: Daisuke Kishio)

Três irmãos que formam um (To, Ten e Paul) Toten que se localiza no canto do pátio da escola.

Jiminken (Dublado por: Takuo Nakaguni)

Um cachorro com cara de um humano idoso, ele aparece no capítulo 38 do 3 volume.

Beethoven (Dublado por: Takuo Nakaguni)

Um quadro do pianista Beethoven que se localiza na parede da sala de música, ele consegue se comunicar com os quadros próximos dele.

Nota: Este artigo menciona apenas os protagonistas da obra, personagens secundários serão adicionados posteriormente.

Temas de abertura e encerramento

“Good Luck” Tema de encerramento de 2008:

Música por: Merry clover.

Composição e arranjos por: Takashi Kamijo (Chambers Records).

“Another world” Tema de abertura de 2009 da versão da Kids Station:

Música e letras por: Lisa Takahashi.

Composição e arranjos por: Shogo Onishi.

Links de referência:

・ https://www.compileheart.com/spec/?hard=ds&title=kaidan

・ https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/学校の怪談_(小川京美の漫画)

・ https://myfigurecollection.net/entry/396942

・ https://www.mangaupdates.com/series/h83ly9g/gakkou-no-kaidan

・https://www.poplar.co.jp/book/search/result/archive/8021002.html

・ https://www.amazon.co.jp/学校の怪談-1-ブンブンコミックス-日本民話の会学校の怪談編集委員会/dp/4591082652

・ https://kyo-mi.jimdofree.com/gallery/

・ http://www.chambers.co.jp/mchp/

・ https://ghoststoriesanime.fandom.com/wiki/Gakkou_no_Kaidan_SP

・ https://myanimelist.net/anime/22053/Gakkou_no_Kaidan_OVA

・ https://myanimelist.net/manga/89082/Gakkou_no_Kaidan

・ https://anilist.co/anime/20888/Gakkou-no-Kaidan-SP

・ https://anilist.co/staff/270341/Kyoumi-Ogawa

・ https://anilist.co/manga/94877/Gakkou-no-Kaidan/

・ https://web.archive.org/web/20130130140456/http://www.bun-bun.jp/kaidan.html

[hypvalsqr]

Thinking about a trans knight rescuing the t4t Prince(ess)

It started with the maidservants. They disappeared in the twilight. Two of the four guards posted outside their quarters were found dead, leaned peacefully against each other but undeniably rent beneath their armor. The King raged the next morning. He shouted and struck and simmered, outraged that not a single one of his men had seen anything. Nobody except the stable boy, who whimpered out a tale of the man in charred armored, moving like a ghost. The King withdrew.

Next it was the sheep. The shepherds were furious, their dogs perplexed. Neither had woken in the night, and so come the break of dawn every sheep in the kingdom had been marched through the woods to God knows where. At first they found no traces. A tuft of wool on the tree here, a half eaten apple there. Nothing to point to a culprit, save for two things that a shepherds daughter caught. Her father's crook was missing. And someone had taken a handful of grain.

On the third night, when a sheepdog's howl broke moonlit quiet, chaos broke out. From a parapet a guard saw the townspeople scatter. Some to the woods, some to cellars, some just sat and wailed. I never found out what the Knight said to them to frighten them so. By the time the guard descended the inner wall to ring the alarum it was too late. The sound of his armor thudding into the cobble woke me.

I looked out my window and saw him.

He moved like a revenant of the future. It was like he'd fought these same battles hundreds of times, seen the same moves, the same malice. Judging by the look of his armor I believed it. His pauldrons were battered, his sabatons dull. His gauntlets frayed at the fingertips and his chestplate was rippled with an indiscernible matrix of interlocking slashes. He had clearly seen more battle than any living man in my father's kingdom. Beneath his visor I caught a glimpse of dark umber eyes. They excited me and I shuddered.

"Father!" I ran to his chambers. More guards rushed past me, some carrying bows, others were only half dressed. A scream echoed up the stairs.

"Father, we must!" I burst through his door and crumbled to the floor at the sight. My father, the King, was backed into a corner on the ground and looming over him with a sword casually held as his jugular was the Knight.

And his sword.

Gleamed.

I couldn't get anything out other than a whimper. The Knights head swiveled and tilted at me. I guess he parsed me as a non-threat because his head whipped right back around to the King just in time to see him draw a dagger hidden beneath his belt. The Knight effortlessly stepped on his wrist, disarming him. I felt a twinge of guilt and jealousy. My father had tried so hard to mold me into a good knight, a strong warrior. It was no good. He wanted someone who could wield a sword and conquer. But I just didn't have it in me. Now that someone stood in front of me, so clearly suited to armor, who swings a sword as if it were a part of their own body I understood the depths of my own inadequacy and it felt like freedom. His purpose was infectious.

"Wait." I said, holding up a hand.

"He tried to wed me, you know," The Knight spoke clearly, "And on our first night he was a beast. It's a kingdom of beasts he rules. One of injustice, and cruelty, and captivity. The words of his son will not sway my hand."

"I'm not his son."

The words lingered. The Knight's hand shivered. My father tried to break the silence and the Knight in turn silenced him.

"Then perhaps you'll understand why. Why I rescued those workers and livestock for a new kingdom up north. Maybe you understand why I need to do this."

I felt the sword's edge sting from ten feet away.

"Take me with you."

The knight sniffed and thought. Then with one hand he wrenched off his helmet and tossed it to me. I still couldn't see his face through his chain hood.

"Put it on."

I obliged. The helmet was much too big for me and I couldn't see a thing. I sat there and waited and a moment later I felt one hand slip under my back. Another under my legs. And we flew. The knight ran down the stairs, through the courtyard, out the portcullis and into the night. I could tell we'd entered the woods by the buzz of insects and the twigs snapping underfoot but the Knight never stopped moving. If I didn't know better I'd have assumed we were on horseback given our speed. He faltered as we got deeper in, tripping on roots and getting caught in brambles, taking care to keep me out of any thorny patches. I clutched him tighter.

Finally we stopped and he gently set me by a tree. I heard clanking and ratcheting noises and assumed he must be removing his armor. After a moment he removed the helmet from my head and in the moonlit clearing I saw glory.

His skin was a darker shade than his armor. His locks gentle framed his face which gazed at the stars. My eyes traced his muscles and I noticed they were crisscrossed with scars. He was soaked through with sweat and the past.

I reached up and grasped his arm. His skin was soft.

"Are we safe now?" I asked.

Through gasping breaths, "I promise."

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thanks for reading all the wayyy! i figured since i've been doin short stories more regularly i should just post them here for people. i don't plan to do any actual editing on these lol but please give me feedback regardless. i'll just throw em all under the #my writing tag

lowkey not sure how i feel about this piece, i need to work on making my stuff more blatantly queer

oh and then they made out sexual style and the princess kissed and licked all of his battle/top surgery scars

[andromedainruins]

Wednesday, August 23rd || Latin

The Latin was rough today, I choked and forgot what 1st person singular verb endings mean (I obviously don't do well under pressure) and wasn't able to figure out the last few lines before class started.

Here's the Latin:

cum sic unanimam adloquitur male sana sororem: “Anna soror, quae me suspensam insomnia terrent! Quis novus hic nostris successit sedibus hospes, quem sese ore ferens, quam forti pectore et armis! Credo equidem, nec vana fides, genus esse deorum. Degeneres animos timor arguit: heu, quibus ille iactatus fatis! Quae bella exhausta canebat! Si mihi non animo fixum immotumque sederet, ne cui me vinclo vellem sociare iugali, postquam primus amor deceptam morte fefellit; si non pertaesum thalami taedaeque fuisset, huic uni forsan potui succumbere culpae. Anna, fatebor enim, miseri post fata Sychaei coniugis et sparsos fraterna caede Penatis, solus hic inflexit sensus, animumque labantem impulit: adgnosco veteris vestigia flammae.

And my at home translation (minus the four lines I couldn't figure out):

she accosts her sympathizing sister, not of the right mind, "Anna, sister, my agitated dreams terrify me! Who is this new guest approaching the throne, how he conducts his mouth, what a strong chest and weapons! Truly believe, and not a vain faith, his race is divine. Fear makes clear the ignoble spirit. Alas, how miseries were thrown at him! What wars he has exhaustedly sang of! If my spirit was not immovable stuck on being unwilling to settle in the bonds of wedlock, when my first love deceived me, cheated me through death; If I were not wearied by marriage and wedlock, perhaps this one I will be able to yield to weakness.

And the corrected in-class translation:

She, not of the right mind, addresses her sympathizing sister thusly: “Anna, sister, what dreams terrify agitated me! What new guest has approached our home, carrying himself as what in regard to his appearance, of how strong a chest and weapons! I truly believe, nor is my faith vain, that his race is of the gods. Fear makes clear ignoble minds. Alas, by what fates this man has been tossed! And by what endured wars he was recounting! If it were not settling, fixed and unmoving in my soul, that I did not wish to unite myself in marital chains with anyone, after my first love deceived and cheated me by death; if it had not wearied me of the bridal chamber and the torch, I could now perhaps yield to this one weakness. Anna (for I will confess) after the fates of my poor husband Sychaeus and the household gods, sprinkled with fraternal gore, only this man has bent my senses and drove on my wavering mind. I recognize the vestige of the old flame.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: James Esses

Published: Jul 11, 2023

Given the sad news that Nancy Kelley is leaving Stonewall at the end of this month, I thought it would be a nice send-off for her to compile the greatest achievements she presided over during the past three years.

We witnessed the disintegration of Stonewall’s ‘Diversity Champions Programme’, with swathes of organisations leaving the scheme altogether.

One Government minister even stated that he was “delighted” when his department announced that it was cutting ties with Stonewall.

Nancy came under significant fire for attempting to draw an abhorrent comparison between those with gender critical beliefs (which are protected under the Equality Act 2010) and “anti-Semitism”.

Stonewall found itself at the receiving end of a Stephen Nolan investigation into conflicts of interest and the undue influence it was having over public sector corporations.

The investigation was nominated for multiple radio awards.

Stonewall has, ironically, found itself being sued on the grounds of discrimination by lesbian campaigner, Allison Bailey, following a complaint made by it to her Chambers (which itself has been found to have discriminated against her).

Nancy Kelley presided over Stonewall coming in for significant criticism, after it posted statements online suggesting that it is possible for two year-olds to be trans.

Stonewall was later forced to retract the statements.

International condemnation was levelled at Stonewall after it was discovered that it was promoting books about gender ideology to two year-olds.

Stonewall launched a disgraceful attack on the U.K.’s Equality and Human Rights Commission (EHRC) and even tried to get its status rescinded, all because the EHRC dared to speak out in favour of upholding the rights of all in this country.

Nancy also presided over Stonewall when it took the decision that it would be a good idea to glorify double mastectomies being performed on young women struggling with a mental health condition. It even sold Christmas Cards featuring images of surgical scars.

Nancy led the organisation through some groundbreaking policy decisions, including making a case that ‘asexual’ people don’t have equal rights on the basis that there are tax benefits for married couples in the U.K.

Under Nancy’s leadership, Stonewall also managed to undermine the very ideology it espouses.

When the Isla Bryson saga took place, Chair Iain Anderson could not even answer the question as to which sex Isla Bryson was. Instead, he said: “That person is a rapist”.

Finally, when the 2021 Census results were released, Nancy celebrated an increase in ‘trans’ people (even though this also means an increase in mental disease).

Not long after, it was found the Census figures were likely misleading because of poor question wording.

Thank you for everything, Nancy.

You have done more for us than you will ever know.

Damn, I knew I missed one: ‘Trans lobby group Stonewall brands lesbians ‘sexual racists.‘

This speaks for itself.

==

Thank you, Nancy, for saying out loud and without the slightest hint of self-consciousness, what so many people insisted "LiTeRaLLy nO oNe iS sAyInG tHaT" and "tHaT nEvEr hApPeNs!"

You peaked more people than you will ever know.

It's likely already too late to save Stonewall, though.

[fortifice]

have you ever spoken to Qlipoth, Captain? I’ve heard they sometimes speak to people in their dreams or in moments of peril.

As a paradigm of the Supreme Guardian’s will and a retainer of the preservation he has only heard the echoes of that ancient aeon’s tenor once, or twice. while he dedicates himself sedulously to the rendering of its will through his ethical principles and its edicts for self sacrifice he is merely a representative of its will, not a proxy for its power. the first time he had heard the omnipotent baritone diffusing through his thoughts had been upon the night of the oath. As those who had reverently knelt at the Supreme Guardian’s feet and sworn fealty to that enduring aeon filtered in from the cold, the warmth of the barracks chasing the cold vestigates from their bones, their clamor was imbued with exhilaration. It was arduous to come down from the immense high that was finally, after years of training, pledging themselves. they ate, celebrated, returned to their assigned chambers and when he slept he dreamt of a world unlike the wintry tundra of belobog. when one was so accustomed to seeing the dark, morose skies promising endless snow it was startling to see a vastness of stygian scintillating with the sputtering esse of stars. The voice does not speak to him directly, it feels as if its otherworldly commandment reaches across the stars and swathes him in a warmth disparate to all he has known. It tells him to be adamantine, protector of the innocent, to surrender his life to that shared ambition. It does not acknowledge him, but he vows it, with a similar solemn air to his oath to the guardian. when he awakens his heart feels laden with it, that promise, as if it were tangible, the pact between the guardian’s of belobog and the aeon a pillar to rally his resolve upon. the second time ushered in with it the acrid taste of blood and the macabre sight of cadavers carved from their armour, blood defiling the once white snow. the encroaching monstrosities bared their teeth, the masses of writhing black trudging through the snow and valorous silvermane guard surging forward to meet them. It was slaughter, Gepard’s eyes widening, his heart pounding so loudly as to fill his ears with its keening. the first taste of death was insurmountable, condemning many to nights bereft of rest. by instinct, or by fear, he weaves between men engaged in combat, their guns billowing plumes of smoke, their blades wedged between caprice hide. He hears the voice as if it were his own, perhaps it is, it implores him, fight, protect, save them. without heed for his own life he plunges down the snowy slope, his weapon catching on the first eldritch monster in his path and piercing its shoulder with his blade, wrestling the limb free of its body, a disgorging of foul blood drenching him. his eyes shift, in that moment an incarnation of violent desperation, side stepping its dying body as it sinks into the snow, jerking through the undulations of pain, mouth gaping. the next one comes at him in a flurry of spinose limbs, he dodges each of them as if they were sluggish, sliding beneath it’s flailing body to thrust his blade in an upward arch, exerting all of his strength to hack through its tough stomach, hot, wet, disgusting viscera erupting from the wound, Gepard’s breath coming out in ragged white haze, his predacious gaze lucent beneath the dark sky. 

[pimpolha-blog]

Combo de Filmes

A Escola do Bem e do Mal

Sinopse : As melhores amigas Sophie e Agatha se encontram em lados opostos de uma batalha épica quando são levadas para uma escola encantada onde aspirantes a heróis e vilões são treinados.

Refém da Paixão

Sinopse : Henry Wheeler, um garoto de treze anos, esforça-se para cuidar de sua mãe solitária, Adele, enquanto enfrenta os problemas comuns da adolescência. Um dia, após comprarem material escolar, Henry e sua mãe encontram Frank Chambers, um homem intimidante e claramente necessitando de ajuda, que os convence a dar-lhe abrigo. Mais tarde, ele se revela um criminoso foragido. Os eventos deste longo fim de semana do Dia do Trabalho irão mudá-los para sempre.

Estrelas Além do Tempo

Sinopse : No auge da corrida espacial travada entre Estados Unidos e Rússia durante a Guerra Fria, uma equipe de cientistas da NASA, formada exclusivamente por mulheres afro-americanas, provou ser o elemento crucial que faltava na equação para a vitória dos Estados Unidos, liderando uma das maiores operações tecnológicas registradas na história americana e se tornando verdadeiras heroínas da nação.

Telefone Preto

Sinopse : Finney Shaw, de 13 anos, é sequestrado por um sádico assassino mascarado e mantido em um porão à prova de som. Até que um telefone desconectado na parede começa a tocar, e ele logo descobre que pode ouvir as vozes das vítimas anteriores do maníaco.

Intocáveis

Sinopse : Um milionário tetraplégico contrata um homem da periferia para ser o seu acompanhante, apesar de sua aparente falta de preparo. No entanto, a relação que antes era profissional cresce e vira uma amizade que mudará a vida dos dois.

Não conseguia fazer um post separado para cada um, por isso fiz esse combo. São todos filmes que se alguém dissesse "Vale a pena assistir?" eu diria "Sim".

Gosto é algo relativo, mas são todos filmes que vale a pena dar uma chance. Tem de todos os gêneros!