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[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Galahdian Culture Masterpost

People have been asking about a masterpost for my culture work (mostly Galahd, because let’s be real, that’s my baby), but I never started because working through 3 years of posts is one heck of a workload.

But in the face of FFXVs 6th anniversary I did the deed and sat my ass down. I did my best to catch all the tags and posts, but I can’t guarantee nothing fell through the crags. (Just as a tiny disclaimer.)

I’ll do my best to keep adding to this in the future.

So. Let’s get started! (I put it under the cut because this got kinda long XD)

The Galahdian Clans

Symbols, Colours and Beads Part 1

Symbols, Colours and Beads Part 2

Clan Structure

Family Structure

Traditional Occupations

Companies and Businesses

Social Standing and Inter Clan Negotiations

Choosing a Clan Head

Difference between Clan and Family

Lore behind Clan Names

Naming Practices for Children

Rivalries and Feuds   -   Post 1

Government

Cünaniu - Small Gathering - Great Gathering

Laws

Age of majority

Architecture

Very rough description/Solarpunk

Characters

Titus Drautos Backstory

Crowe Backstory

Culture

Tattoos

Post 1

Post 2

Braids

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Beads

Post 1

Post 2

Dances

Post 1

Post 2

Colour Meanings   -   Orange

Music

Tea

Fashion   -   Shoes   -   Kaskarfa and Schiroh

Courting/Dating

Courting Gifts    -    Necklace vs. Bracelet

Weddings

Divorce and Remarriage   -   Remarriage 2

Work/Jobs not tied to a Clan

Tourism

Chocolate   -    Chocolate Part 2

School System (very roughly)

Food    -    Kreitschi   -   Bahmon

Movies   -   Plays   -   Theatre

Feuds and Honour Duels

Hair Shaving

Money (Gari)

Hospitals

Legends of Galahd

The Story of Adrastea, She Who Speaks the Tongue of Beasts, and the Coeurl Who Shed Its Skin

The Snake that Shed Its Skin to Call the Spring

The Voice-that-was-many-and-one and the Sinking of the Black Ships

Gilgamesh the Betrayer

Fall of Solheim (work in progress)

The Man Who Followed the Wind

The Lover of Stories

Religion

Fathers of the Hunt

The Great Coeurl

The Wise Witch

The First Hunt

Nyx

In Insomnia

Storytellers

Birds (and crows)

Funeral Rites   -   Addition

Blood of the Coeurl

The Wooden Throne

The Importance of Names

For Heart and Home

Holidays and Celebrations

Day of Remembrance, Day of the First Storm, Longest Night, New Years

Birthdays

Namedays

Hadnissa

About the language

Hadnissa Dictionary (under that tag you can find most of what I have atm; not complete)

Hunters/Military

Post 1

Ranks within the Kingsglaive

Weaponry

Art

Spring Serpent

1

2

3

Coeurls

1

[sadowlswriting]

I think someone could take me away,

And I wouldn't care.

I've fallen in love with a fantasy,

A person that doesn't exist,

And a version of me that could never be.

I need to get out my head.

I need to go outside.

I don't remember the last time I tied my boots onto my feet,

Or felt the wind caress my cheeks,

Or have my skin soaked with raindrops.

I want to grab a pillow and blanket,

And sleep on concrete,

Try to make stars out of the always cloudy covered skies,

And drown in the drops that splash against my skin.

I tried to use fantasy as a distraction,

Yet I pushed it too far into my reality,

That I'm not happy without it.

Fantasy is to be enjoyed, not to be lived.

I needed a break from myself,

So I tried to be a different person,

Now there's miserable fragments of me scattered around.

I love puzzles,

But I'm tired of always solving the same one.

It's the disappointment and anger that glues the pieces together.

I keep doing the same things on repeat,

Can I break a cycle that has already been carved into stone?

A cycle that like many times,

I've broken into different directions,

Only for it to circle back to the beginning.

Back to part that I hate,

To the part that everyone around me hates.

I was never an easy person to like,

A darkness clung to the skin of my back,

And I was always too quiet.

Because of that I was weird,

I was strange,

And some were scared to even be near me.

I think they were afraid,

That the darkness would jump from me and take a bite of them,

But the creature that dug its claws into my skin,

Was like a too loyal pet,

Only it wouldn't kill for me,

It wouldn't fight for me;

Instead,

It would hunt me,

Like a dog chasing a rabbit,

A cat catching a mouse,

It would hold me by the tail,

It would sink the tip of it's fangs into my throat,

It would draw blood.

And I'd let it.

Wasted my energy running from it,

than fighting it.

-Owl.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

gamers I need to go to bed because I work easter brunch tomorrow but don't let me forgot this idea!! I've only played a little of the dlc for engage right now but I NEED to write something where in prime line Alcryst hasn't confessed to reader yet, but in the dlc line he *has* and subsecently lost reader (since everyone fucking dies in that world I guess sdlfkjsfklj). Anyways. It's like Lif/Alfonse drama all over again and we all know how I feel about that

[angelbvn]

hello yes when you've got the energy and motivation, i would love hear you ramble about fyodor please /gen

other then the fact he’s so fucking pretty and has a literal god complex and i’m actually so perfect for him cus i’m an angel <33 oh oh and the fact we both have anemia like yes let’s just randomly pass out together when we stand up too fast 👏👏👏

mmm i just quite enjoy his overall aesthetic. he’s like a a hot sewer rat that has a unique backstory that no one knows about. also i like the fact that he and dazai go head to head :> i have a love hate relationship with dazai (the character— i feel like specifying that) and the dynamic the two hold is just so beautiful imo.

ALSO LIKE “decay of angels” I MEAN COME ON— i 1000% hc that i’d meet Fyodor through sigma cus i 100000% have a gambling addiction. :D mmmm also i feel like…hhhh idk how to explain it exactly i just feel a lot for Fyodor. omg the fact he plays the cello too *screams*. literally— ahhhhhhakdjskxjskkd i’d love to play a piece with him on the cello and me on piano i’d absolutely die of happiness. mmmmmmmmmmmm

also he’s russian and the accent makes me melt. he’s friends with nikolai and i love nikolai and we definitely wouldn’t go city to city burning them down. mmmmmmmmm he’s also ruthless and determined and i appreciate and adore that. i’m also a whore for the irl dostoyevsky and his works i literally love them so so so soooooo so much it’s not even funny. him sitting in a hamster ball makes me happy :D mmm he killed Ace who i thought was an asshole so 👍 (fun fact the game he plays with Ace isn’t that hard to beat imo yes i tried it and yes it took me a long time to do but running probabilities isn’t as hard as i thought. :3 ANYWAY YES ME JUST BRAGGING ABT HOW I CAN PLAY THE GAME MOVING ON-)

he’s a pretty boy asshole and it only gets better in the manga 👏👏👏👏 i love him sm.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[forecast0ctopus]

spock on theremin what is he playing

[will41n]

have an etho. with a sword.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RE9 AU where the game is centered around the winters family with mia as the antagonist trying to bring back ethan and rosemary as the protagonist trying to stop her...

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[wbicepuppy]

Melancholy (mourning dove), acrylics on canvas

[marisashinx]

How long have they've been sleeping?

[crunchchute]

Train ride

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #10

Danny has a bit of an issue, he's stopped aging completely. It was fine in high school where anyone would believe in malnourishment as an excuse. But now? When he is supposed to be a 37-year-old man? This got old the second he turned 21. It's not like anyone would believe him.

So what does Danny do? He marches himself to Gotham, where he assumes people wouldn't question a supposed 15-17-year-old trying to work. Does it hinder his career goals and life aspirations? ABSOLUTELY! Not much he can do about it though!

Danny tries to lay low, but Fenton Luck strikes! Now he gets to convince the local heroes that he is a TOTALLY NORMAL kid, not at all a low-key immortal.

[ruubesz-draws]

Just doodle

Minus One: Sneak 100

[raphaerolo]

This file is literally titled "kisskissfallinlove" in my procreate (very accurately) and ngl i got a little carried away with the lighting..

Edit: check out the finished work here