#the terminology series

[furrysmp]

Jimmy: yeah the fallen just sit up there in the sky. watching

me: oh my god he said the word

[cethlyarlo]

I was thinking about something earlier while reading an unhealthy amount of Star Wars fanfiction:

Armor Terminology Historically vs. In Star Wars

Now I'm gonna share

Spaulders vs. Pauldrons (Historically)

Spaulders: Plate armor that sits on top of the shoulder.

Fixed into place via the use of straps or ties

Predecessor to pauldrons

Example:

Pauldrons: Plate armor that covers the entirety of the shoulder and armpit, often wrapping around to cover parts of the back as well.

Fixed into place via the use of straps or ties

Evolved from spaulders to cover common pierce points from blades

Example:

More Examples (But in Star Wars):

Spaulders:

Pauldrons:

There aren't many examples of pauldrons in Star wars, and it appears Captain Rex (as do other esteemed troopers regardless of generation) wears one pauldron in addition to his spaulders. Traditionally this style of wear would be used for swordplay to protect the dominant sparring side

Thank you, that's all. I hope this was helpful 🙃

[thatrandomblogsays]

PJO fandom look at me, look at me, Percy is not an unreliable narrator. an unreliable narrator is a narrator is an untrustworthy storyteller who is either deliberately deceptive or unintentionally misguided and forces the reader to question their credibility. That is not Percy. He doesn’t try to hide details from the reader & is open about his feelings. Him misreading a situation or having prejudice towards someone is normal. Every character has flaws and bias, especially when the character is a child. Can it result in his narration being skewed? Yes. But that’s still not what an unreliable narrator is. You guys have got to stop calling him that.

[moonliched]

Uhm... question?

Are the glamrocks in the fic animatronics or not? It's confusing as the chapter where y/n brings them down into the water to tour the area, they mentioned wondering what it looked like through like metal eyes? I am confusion.

that's too spoilery for me to answer outright😅 Y/N says the thing about the eyes because they're under the impression that Freddy's eyes are artificial. they think this because Freddy's eyes have a subtle glow.

when Y/N first meets the Glamrock team they do make note that they're augmented anthropomorphic aliens. e.g. Y/N thinks that some of them are organic creatures that had surgery of some sort to heal/upgrade themselves. 'augments' are procedures that can be undertaken for both medical or superficial reasons, from glowing tattoos to fully functional prosthetic limbs. if i was in the future, i would probably get a tail immediately after fixing my crappy foot :3

[samthecookielord]

imagine getting your class cancelled because the professor fucked off into the middle of nowhere to investigate a mystery AGAIN

Your honour hes a silly guy he can do what he wants (which is anything but his job)

[mlmxreader]

"I'm such a simp", "He's got GYATT", "thats my bbg pookie fr fr" - can't you lot come up w your own bullshit instead of appropriating and misusing AAVE 247? seriously? or are you that fucking thick & racist?

[ceeceetv]

A poem for Loki.

[lurkingteapot]

I rewatched the bus stop scene for Reasons™️ and I'm deep in my Pat feels.

The exchange is subbed in English as "say we're friends" - "no." - "lovers, then" but from what I can tell, in Thai, it's really closer to

Pat: "imagine that you and I are friends--" Pran: "Impossible." Pat: "Okay, that you're my lover(*) then." Pran: "Huh?!"

(* the word he uses is แฟน /fɛːn/, which I'm guessing everyone on BBS twitter recognises by now. Basically boyfriend/girlfriend, but gender neutral? ish)

And that makes that just sliiiightly too long break before Pat is like "it's just so we get a different perspective!!" EVEN WORSE, at least to me. The way Pran looks at Pat, and looks away, and blinks -- he wants that "darling" Pat throws his way to be real so bad.

And then!!

And then, when Pran refuses to be the hottest architecture girl of his year and Pat, without missing a beat, is like "okay, so we're both the respective hottest guys of our faculties, and we're boyfriends", and Pran is still not biting? Pat then the immediate follows that up with "you're the husband, I'm the wife".

I used to see those as separate statements – as Pat immediately falling back on the idea that okay, if boyfriends is out, he'll be a girl for the purpose of this weirdly specific hypothetical scenario he's trying to build. But the more often I watch it, the more I can only read that as "look, just play along, I'm not trying to dig at your masculinity or whatever, I'll be the more feminine partner" (**), because a) this is the exact husband-wife-terminology Pran asks/tells Pat to stop using in ep 9, and b) when Pran scoffs "you're a damn masculine wife," Pat pivots again and starts roleplaying high femme.

And something about how he's so willing, as early as this, to go along with whatever he needs to in order for Pran to be comfortable, to open up, just tugs at my heartstrings. Even now, several full rewatches later.

(**) yes, I know, tons to unpack. not for this post tho.

[definitellie]

new obsession: trigun

sorry.....but not really 😂

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

Gothic direction & Harry Potter

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Something that really elevates The Series that Shall Not be Named for me is the romantic *(ethereal, evocative, immersive) quality which flourishes the things i most enjoy about it.

Namely Snape, and — as i've come to realize — also my probably tie-fav movie: The HBP (gof slaps fawk the haters).

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i don't think many ppl would use the word gothic to describe HP, but the HBP is an inherent tragedy

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It opens doing smth which is shameful that its special in, YA and all, and gives weight to the throughline of harry's trauma, fears, loss and anger, all encapsulated, and their subsequent fallout. and its atmospheric and personal and dark in an uncontrived way so many fail at.

then in swarm the death eaters

and that ornate, theatrical quality persists — from the flair of dumbledore's rings to the insurmountable mass of the dark mark. we are subsumed into hp anew through harry's deadened eyes, blanching flashes. and this remains present still in the sweeping landscapes and wholesale destruction ushered in by excess, theatricality and darkness epitomized: the death eaters.

its all visually and emotionally absorbing, with the movie itself looking like an oscillation between dream and nightmare — like something nearly euphoria-esque if it isn't also shot on film — and conveys tone enchantingly.

narcissa is triumph and relief, power and terror all in one and the poetic, nearly Shakespearean tone of the scene itself is immensely gothic

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the hbp maintains this undercurrent of darkness, later horror, throughout, maturing what had previously been motifs and threats, and before that amateur monstrosities or concepts, into the fabric of the storytelling itself

— its in draco's compensatory nastiness, in giving your flesh to congealing that of another, the angst, rivalries turning violent and bloody, and the existential threat expressly looming in hogwart's very walls. and sets a tone of brooding mystery as the trio spy on narcissa and draco, and one of emotional terror as snape doubles down with the death eaters.

an ultimately haunting, melancholic tone

the later installments navigate tonal extremes with a masterful fluidity, platforming teenage highs and inner conflict with contrasting and yet equal artfulness, but at the heart of it all is the fundamental disruption of canon, the sacrifice of a narrative titan — the final transmorphing of preconceptions which act as much as an existential threat to the core of our main as they do to the world around him. the martyring of dumbledore is inevitable and in that even more tragic, this nigh-omnipotent figure unflinchingly volunteering himself to fate — and its then that we question convention, grapple with forces bigger than archetype and main characters.

its in this uncertainty and betrayal that i think its best explained why im so invested in snape (and would argue he's the narrative heart but i digress). i've heard it claimed that the half blood prince reveal lacks impact bc it wasn't tied to a central mystery, but the reveal isn't an investigatory one, its entirely emotional.

snape is an inherently gothic character, but his story is also immensely romantic, in both senses.

he's dumbledore's closest ally, despite everything, he, as well as the audience through the first movie, have let our guards down, we've seen harry and snape empathise through legililemins, we've seen him tend to dumbledore's wounds, seen them confer over top secrets in the quiet cover of empty towers, we've seen him question dumbledore's objectification of harry through prioritising fate over his safety — and follow him despite that (we may have even seen the depth of his love for lilly or his patronus but i forgor), and even if snape is generally unpleasant, a character we had previously thought unshakeable trusted him, and harry needed dumbledore.

so when harry says that snape betrayed his trust, that dumbledore trusted him (and so he trusted him), i felt it, i felt harry's rage and hurt and floundering, i felt the depth of snape's betrayal, i joined harry in his ache for repentance, for morality, for something — a validation of their time spent, of the magnitude of trust and connection and life. to throw that all away lanced me just as severely as it did harry. to hold goodness and not have it be enough was smth basal and deep. it was epic, with snape revealing he had been a source of inspiration and betterment for harry, that harry had learned from him and equally used him to wound, that this half-blooded boy he had a tenuous empathy for could be someone so reprehensible — someone backdropped by screams and blazing fire and weaponizing his exceeding magical aptitude against harry, remorseless

that was cinema.

for dumbledore to welcome his death at snape's hands, to have almost preempted it and yet seeming unbetrayed.

for dumbledore and snape both to bear draco's cross and protect the innocence of a child, still pure, in over his head. to have dedicated themselves to the youth, to harry's destiny regardless of him knowing it or not, that is the epitome of gothic poetry to me.

so when the reveal comes, that dumbledore hadn't been mistaken, that someone couldn't so fundamentally and unflinchingly betray another, express humanity only as platitudes made cruel by their seeming earnestness. when snape too martyrs himself, and we see his earnestness, his emotion, his sincere love and loyalty, it shakes you with relief, it makes you believe, understand again, no longer so hardened, crumbling just as snape does, just as harry lets his resentments dissipate.

and so, a second act kickstarted by the perversion of canon is restored through snape's sincerity — the knowledge that the force most powerful is indeed love, and stolen youth and innocence allowed are life again, the central theme of heart cemented ultimately, by snape.

a reconciliation of the past and a gratitude for the future and all that was given to get there.

[hassiegfrieddoneanythingwrong]

It's still really funny that Attila in real life history died of a nosebleed soon after taking Ildico (Hildiko) as his newest wife. Died thanks to his diet in 453.

And poor Ildico did nothing to him, despite being blamed for it. Yet the poets used her in part as inspiration for both Gudrun and Kriemhild.

They really went "NO. The scourge of God can't die like that! It's too anticlimactic!" and then made up a new death for him. Or they just believed the popular idea that Ildico killed him in his sleep.

Partially as revenge for the slaughter of the Burgundians in the 430s, which was ordered by Flavius Aetius and undertaken by the Huns.

Best part is that his uncles Rugila and Octar were involved, not him.

...

You know, I'm going to take the advice commonly given by this gacha and stop thinking too hard about it. Because layering legend, history, and adaptations leads to too many holes in the story.

And Fate already has the whole fiction vs reality bit with Charlie and Karl. Plus the multiple textures idea via mythologies that falls apart under scrutiny.

How the fuck did Gudrun marry Altera again when she also married Sigurd after drugging him with a love potion? (In some adaptations, it was her mother who did it. Which makes it more of an unfortunate tragedy.)

...my word, lass may have married the white titan instead!

I don't want to think about how they had kids...

To be fair, Kriemhild (the overall figure) is also possibly inspired by Brunhilda of Austrasia and Fredegund, and looking at the actions those two did, definitely understandable on her actions in the Nibelungenlied. The only thing she and Ildico/Hildako really have in common is "last wife of Attila/Etzel" (poor Ildico 😔).

And dear anon, I'm already ahead on you on the "don't think about it too hard" front and just go with the flow. With how fast and loose the writers (most often Nasu) love to play around with the rules (it's been said or at least heavily implied that Charlie and his Paladins are fictional, yet Astolfo has a catalyst back in Apoc), loving to synch up figures who don't have much of a connection in the first place/barely do have one (Indra and Gozu Tennou, Tamamo and Amaterasu, Kama and Mara, Scáthach and Skadi, Vincent van Gogh and Clytie...), and sometimes just not thinking shit through, it's just best to not take it too seriously.

If any of the writers do decide to take cues from the Nordic versions of the Nibelungenlied (which is rather doubtful, since it's not guaranteed that those have been translated into Japanese) and do bring up the had children with this person thing, it probably would be hand-waved by "alien ways" or something similar.

[blmpff]

Anyone else feels like Step by Step pulled Remember Me on us? It was going so well until... it wasn't......

[ashvalentine16]

Career certificate and a Kainé nendriod came in the mail today.

[villruu]

👀

Oh man, I have like a LOT of wips (mainly DSMP and LMK) but there's this whole-ass pokemon fic series I have in my docs that's about submas. Basically, after an accident Emmet makes a deal w the devil to save Ingo from death, and as a consequence they get cursed into becoming zoruas whenever they dont know exactly when and where the other is. It has 8 fics planned and i have like 5 halfway or mostly written. The first fic is mostly written but a few scenes are missing and I'm just blocked on how to continue lmao

I am not sane in the slightlest about submas<3

snippet from the first fic under read more bc uh slight gore? And Angst? Idk

Emmet clinged to Ingo’s chest, feeling the small shift beneath his hands, and choked on the hatred burbling up inside.

There was too much blood, and Emmet had never thought himself as a squeamish person, but now, holding his injured twin, he barely managed to keep the bile down. He patted desperately for his belt, and choked up a sob as he noticed the broken  leather hanging from his pants. The belt must have gotten cut, and he could not see his pokemon anywhere near. Ingo also didn't have his, probably having been accidentally left behind in the cave above.

Desperation tried to make him move, but he felt every muscle locked up, as he felt Ingo’s blood flow between his fingers as he held his head as gently as he could. He didn’t know what to do, panic slowly obfuscating each option, until Emmet felt as if he were just a wild beast cornered against a wall, scrambling to survive. He would have stayed like that forever, if not for the pained weak whine of Ingo.

Emmet flinched, and without thinking anymore, he stood up with his twin in his arms and started to search for help. Adrenaline fueled him, and Emmet did not feel even an ounce of resistance, as he ran through the thick forest, hoping that the Universe had been kind to them and they had fallen towards the side of the mountain where civilization resided. Scratches and thorns started to decorate Emmet’s body, but he did not pause, in vain searching for help, for anyone, anything that would save his twin.

He sees a path, worn and old, and before he can question its state, he follows it, heartbeat tuning out everything around him except for Ingo’s shallow breaths against his neck, where Ingo had hidden his limp head as they ran in search of help. The path was more often than not covered in plants, but Emmet passed through, keeping a hand around Ingo’s hastily made tourniquet made of his jacket.

The path cleared out, and Emmet stumbled into a shallow clearing, a ring of thick forest surrounding it. 

There were only crumbling graves, erased through the rain, wind and age, a half destroyed statue erected in front of what appeared to be a bench. He stumbled, and deposited Ingo on the bench, tears obscuring half of his view. Emmet looked around, but not even pokemon were nearby, everything dead silent, not even wind daring to rustle the leaves on the trees.

“Please,” He rasped out, even despite knowing what would happen as he realized that civilization or help would never arrive, “Ingo, please.”

His brother just breathed, and that was all Emmet needed right now, for him to continue breathing. He collapsed in front of the bench, and sobbed, clutching at Ingo’s torn up sleeve, ignoring the way blood seeped onto the ground, painting everything in his brother’s essence.

Emmet knew they had fallen to the wrong side of the mountain, and the knowledge that no one would arrive for his brother felt almost too much. He wouldn’t last that long too, he could already feel the edge of pain drawing in, circling around, constricting his chest and making everything he saw blurry and faded.

“Stay alive,” He sobbed, wishing for once his face weren’t always a mockery of a smile, “Please, please, Ingo.”

Emmet had never been religious, had never put any stock into the Gods of this world, but Emmet set everything aside and closed his eyes, clutching Ingo’s cold arm, and prayed.

He prayed to whatever was out there, no words uttered, to anything, anyone to please, to please save his brother. He would do anything, anything for Ingo to live.

Wind swept through the clearing, what seemed like the beginnings of a storm gathering around them, but Emmet ignored everything, and continued to pray, fervently, no matter what.

“Anything?'' A distant voice came, and Emmet flinched, looking up to see…. Something, looking over both him and his brother.

“Please!” Emmet sobbed, “Ingo deserves to live!”

“He would not survive,” It said, its body a coiling mass that suffocated the sun above, “In this state, he is too far gone.”

“Then, then,.... I'll take it! I die in his stead, won’t that work?!” Emmet pleaded.

A rumbling not unlike an earthquake shook Emmet through his core, and he belatedly noticed it was just this thing’s laughter.

“You will not remain the same, my powers corrupt whatever it touches,” It said, its burning red eyes glaring into Emmet’s, “Would you be willing to sacrifice so much for your twin?”

“Always,” He breathed out, shaking but keeping firm his eyes onto the others, something telling him this was important, “For Ingo, I would do anything and everything. And he would do the same for me!”

“Very well,” It said, its face getting closer until it was barely a few centimeters away, “Through time and space, you shall prove your words.”

It got closer, and Emmet felt the faint sensation of something electric and colder than ice briefly touching his forehead.

“I can’t wait to see who you shall become,” It said, its long and coiling body surrounding both brothers, “Until we see again, Unovan Twins.”

That was the last thing Emmet heard, before his hearing turned into colors, he tasted electricity, and he fell into the most painful sensation he had ever felt, a glimpse of a World so far away and strange that could not be described before he fell unconscious, hand locked onto his brother’s arm.

[k1w1fru1t]

Can we please talk about how someone was canonically isekaied into Sarrus but instead of going on some high fantasy adventure they decided to settle down with a neko herbalist

[the-down-upside-finch]

OC-tober Day 6! The decision wheel told me to draw Elijah from Stained Integrity with an animal... But I decided to draw him starting to morph into his wolf form instead.

Simple shaded version under the cut:

I probably could have done a bit more with the morphing concept, but it was a long day and I didn't want to stress myself out.