#tribal names

[tvstvnvkke]

Tribal Names

I don’t think many people, even some native people, are aware that the legal names of many tribes are actually not from the tribe.

Often the names came about because colonizers would ask one tribe "hey, what do you call those people over there?". then they would assign the name given to that tribe. so often the names were descriptions from unrelated tribes, or in more extreme cases, insults.

The Muscogee tribe got pretty lucky since the legal name was "creek" and it came from a different tribe going "oh, those are the people near the creek". which, is accurate enough, most creek settlements were placed along creeks. a famous one that is related to the Muscogee is the name "Cherokee". "Cherokee" is a Muscogee word meaning something along the lines of "people who don’t speak our language". Even this is pretty light compared to some names. some official tribal names translate to phrases like "dog eaters" or "lazy people".

This is why it’s not uncommon for tribes to start using older names. Muscogee comes from the term for our people "Mvskoke", and the tribe has made efforts to distance itself from the name "Creek". Although it is likely still the name you’ll hear most often.

[somethingaboutmint]

Boone an ncr courier and an unlikely friend they made hanging out at the novac motel (more fucking around in clip studio)

[artzushi]

Armoured Werewolf!

I need to do more vague prompts sometime I need to widen my skillset lol

[designsdefiance]

day 21: lost

it's bad enough being in a new world totally alien to her. to not recognise her sister? agonising. unbearable.

[backpackingspace]

okay obviously hau cheng is like prime character to be covered in tattoos but have we considered xie lian with tattoos??? Because I cannot stop thinking about it

[chief-girl]

[slutdge]

cant wait to watch the videos of gen z's boohooing about how much they regret their massive awful "cybersigilism" (its just repackaged tribal) tattoos in like 2-7 years

[diamondbreakingboi]

2023 TF Big Bang Preview

Howdy y'all!! I'm super excited to show a snippet of what I've been working on for this year's @tf-bigbang!!! Big thank you to @shapeofmetal!! I had the great honor of working with them for my first ever Big Bang!! Their artwork is sooo beautiful!! I can't wait for y'all to see it!!!

In 'Ad Astra Et Retro', watch Bumblebee's perception of his world be flipped upside down in this upcoming Barbarian/Tribal AU set in a continuity soup (mainly tfa and tfp) Featuring drama, angst, cultural differences, and best of all - Blitzbee!!!

Will Bumblebee realize the truth of his world before it's too late or will he be consumed by all their lies?

Full fic coming soon to ao3 September 22-24th! Until then, I hope you enjoy this snippet!!

...

“Put me down!” Bumblebee screeched.

“Calm down little, buggy wuggy,” Blitzwing cooed. 

“Don’t call me that!”

Bumblebee yelped as he was tossed upside down and held up, by his uninjured leg, to meet Blitzwing’s optic level.

Whirr. Random smiled. “Oh I cannot wait, little bug! We’re going to have so much fun together! Late night gossip sessions! Snack raids at the ration tent! Maybe even stargazing!”

Blitzwing was obviously making fun of their situation and Bumblebee didn’t appreciate it at all. “As if! I will not be sleeping in the same tent as a barbarian! You couldn’t pay me 1,000 shanix to do that! So you can get all those stupid ideas out of your small, little processor! It’s not gonna happen! Nuh uh!”

Whirr. Blitzwing's blue, emotionless face stared at him.

“What?”

“You can admit that you’re scared, little insect. No one will judge you.” Whirr. “Except me!” Blitzwing cackled.

Blitzwing released him and he landed in a puff of dirt.

He stayed on the cool dirt and stared up at the clouds while Blitzwing continued to laugh at his misfortune.

This was going to be a long cycle...

[acknowledge-reigns]

😅👏🏾💯 What he said!!

[oplishin]

seth rarely references aew in interviews unless explicitly asked, and even then its usually a snarky half-kayfabe response, so its bizarre watching the one he did for out of character where he says "i watch the other show all the time, and i go 'what are they doing?' but i still have a great time watching it, and some of it's so great"

[techmomma]

I've been playing Fallout: New Vegas for a month now and I really like the game. Like I absolutely like it more than Fallout 4 in terms of story. Gameplay's still pretty good too.

But ohhhh. Boy that Honest Hearts DLC leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[monsterkitties]

ooo im a furry 👻

[katlikesnero]

[zylphiacrowley]

Encore

Levi'ra is X'vahl's canon DNC teacher that he met the first time he visited Radz-at-Han in his early-ish to mid 20s (that I first introduced here). Levi is a sweet ray of sunshine and a couple people have expressed interest in seeing more of him and since I love him, here he is! I might do even more with him later. :3

Pacing might be kinda weird for this one because I was too lazy to pose everyone again so I salvaged some of the original screenshots I had taken for this scene.

Here's an extra from this set that I didn't use the right shaders for but I still like the poses for:

[weatheredpileoftomes]

by daylight's glare

For FFXIVWrite Day 8, “shed”. Majha, early Shadowbringers, spoilers through level 79 msq, ~700 words. Canon-typical violence. (The phrase never made it in, but I was thinking about “shedding light”.)

The aether of the First is bizarre.

If it isn’t one damn empire, it’s another.

Majha hates going into battle without Ta tribe. She hasn’t had to in years, and just like last time, it’s only political necessity keeping the man whose fault it is in one piece.

Still, at least she isn’t alone. She has Alphinaud and Alisaie, and she has Captain Lyna for as long as Lyna never finds out what happened in Holminster Switch. She and Krile Baldesion must never, ever meet, because Warrior of Light or no Majha would probably not survive that meeting.

Chaanqa, though. Majha wishes all of Ta tribe were here—except that she doesn’t because there’s no safe way for them to be here—but she especially wishes for a defender with the training to take some hits, especially if G’raha “never heard of him and I truly think you’re stupid enough not to recognize me, a normal if very short Hyur” bloody Tia is going to have to stay back to run the city this time.

It’s not like she actually let him die in Holminster, anyway. She’s known paladins before; he could have stopped her.

With a snarl of frustration, Majha turns on the hapless Crystarium guard next to her, then takes a deep breath when he recoils. “Sorry,” she says, with what she hopes looks like a smile.

“We’re almost ready, miss.” His smile back looks just as uncertain as hers.

“Let us go,” Lyna says.

She doesn’t like Majha, and that’s fine. Majha doesn’t resent that, she merely regrets it. Lyna is loyal and competent; Majha understands that, and will do her best to keep Lyna from harm and return her safe to her Exarch.

It’s normal when she raises her cane and weaves a Regen through Lyna. It’s normal when she adds a Medica II to that, rainbows bouncing under the cloudy sky as the regenerative magicks take root in Majha herself as well.

Lyna nods, once, in acknowledgement, and then darts ahead. Her glaives cut into a Eulmoran soldier as easily as they cut through the air itself.

Majha calls the wind, and watches holy light stream forth instead.

It staggers her.

She actually stops dead in the middle of combat, staring from the blue-white sparkles rippling over the soldier’s skin to her own cane, which she’s been using for months. It felt like wind. It erodes like wind, she thinks, but—it isn’t wind. This is no form of Aero she recognizes.

“Excuse me,” Lyna shouts back at her, and Majha jolts and grabs at an aetheric lily, crushing it for energy and sending that energy to Lyna in a burst of healing.

That’s normal, and almost the same color as the holy light—which, for that matter, looks much like Holy, the spell. Regen, again; that’s normal too.

She works her way closer to Lyna and the fighting and tries a Holy. That, too, looks right, a brilliant burst that stuns everyone around them for a moment. Again, and again, with her familiar aether-grown lilies to sustain them, until there are only two guards left standing.

When she calls to the earth, it’s a solid burst of light that smacks into the soldier. Not even a glowing rock, just light made solid.

Or, no—Light made solid.

It hits like Stone, and it feels like she’s calling it from the ground beneath them. It’s not right, but nothing about this cursed place is right. Elemental Light saturates the entire world. It’s not surprising, probably, that with more time spent here it’s creeping into her magicks that call upon the world.

She’ll ask one of the conjurers back at the Crystarium, or Urianger if G’raha can be persuaded to disclose her location—Majha can be very persuasive, she thinks, spinning from the Eulmoran soldier’s crumpling form to hit Lyna with another lily—but it’s fine, probably.

It feels all right, anyway. It should be fine. If something were wrong, she’d feel cut off somehow, and as it is she can feel the pulse of the world just beyond her skin, the same she’s always been meant to.

“Majha!” someone shouts, and she looks up to see the twins running toward her.

Good. Time to get this done.