#hwæt!

[pit-of-acheron]

Folk Horror Trope Bingo Guide from Hwæt! zine

illustrated by Bunty May Marshall

#folk horror #hwæt! #occult zines #horror #folk horror bingo #occult #the wicker man #bunty may marshall #cult horror #horror genres #the vvitch #uh oh

[tobacconist]

people dont say ‘hark’ enough anymore 

#HWÆT!

[laika-the-bitch]

parents should have fewer rights

#hwæt

[preggomancer]

I Hope one time man can be prego. What you think?

hwat now

#unrelated fun fact! hwæt is the first word of Beowulf in old English and is notoriously difficult to translate #also I just turned in my masters thesis ten minutes ago. unrelated to Beowulf. #k bye #ask #Asks

[pendraegon]

before you do, think, or say anything. remember......hwæt!

#hwæt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #beowulf #percy where are u. let's talk about beowulf

[lasersquid]

#hwæt

[carltonlassie]

The thing about AI is that the output is non-deterministic (every outcome is different & not pre-decided), but the industry is trying so hard to "determine the expected behavior" of a model. They're trying to quantify and measure and standardize what the model would spit out so there aren't any surprise accidents. and it's so funny to think about them trying to "guess" the personality of the model + training set and set some threshold of acceptance.

Like even for people - I guess you can kind of guess based on a person's previous behavior if they're gonna say some off the handle shit or not, but you can't even say for sure that the person is never gonna say something unhinged. If the conditions align, even if it's 1/10000 chance, they will say something that makes you go wow, I guess I didn't know the guy as well as I thought.

But I guess models aren't people so maybe it means nothing.

#i guess its funny seeing ppl going hey! hwæt!! a beaft!!! we shall tame it and nothing will go wrong ever. dont look at the burnt guy. #we can use the power of the beaft to make our village prosper. #it behaves in unpredictable ways but we shall observe and predict its behaviors so it doesnt kill all of our villagers!! #and we're sure we can do this because there's the prospect of gold and riches!!!! #work shit

[sweaterodyne]

This week I learned that the Old English word “hwæt”, pronounced basically like “hwhat”, exists — it’s the first word in the epic poem Beowulf, and it means in essence “hey, listen.”

I therefore present to you, Navi the Old English fairy.

#old english #language #hwæt #navi #legend of zelda

[natequarter]

i seriously think we should bring back some old english orthography. forget what, it's time to revive hwat.

#🗡️ #(more accurately hwæt but that's besides the point)

[hashire]

I was extremely pleased to see that AO3 has Old English as a language option and also very disappointed that so few of the fics under that category are actually in Old English.

#HWÆT bitches

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Hwæt.

I was thinking abt how the "spn expanded universe" family of CW shows all getting cancelled at the same time has MASSIVE late-spn Chuck Energy, and I noticed that the CW Nancy Drew show is also getting canceled. this specific CW dumpster fire earned my permanent respect a bit ago when it ACTUALLY USED THE WORD "AGLÆCA" FOR A MAJOR CHARACTER, so I decided to check in on the plot of the final season just to make extra-sure that there wasn't any sign of spn bullshit going on. I mean what are the odds that-

...son of a BITCH

#the cw #cw nancy drew #supernatural #cwverse #i'd like my predictions to stop being right PLEASE #how the fuck did this manage to lead to the same Weird Shit as one of the major easter eggs in the Good Omens s2 trailer #GO isnt on the CW and Nancy Drew isn't (SUPPOSED TO BE) abt angels and magic and stuff #not a sam kinnie to b clear i just think Hwæt is hysterical

[pit-of-acheron]

Nine Realms Snakes and Ladders from Hwæt! zine

Illustrated by Bunty May Marshall

#nine realms #norse mythology #norse myth #midgard #yggdrasil #asgard #niflheim #ask #embla #jormungandr #snakes and ladders #norns #norse gods #folk horror #illustration #bunty may marshall #occult zine #hwæt!

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I regret to inform you that your 2013 Avengers fanfic is really really good

#- HK #HWÆT #mobile #x

[sillylotrpolls]

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #april fools #sort of #tolkien

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

#Beowulf

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVIII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here..welcome to eighteen..

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... Uh... *checks notes* UH... *flips frantically*...listen my laptop exploded and I lost the original version of this chapter gimme a break. I think it was the oatmeal ch. last off.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

So. Danny is halfway through his squeeze this, please exercises where he has a grippy thing the doctors give him where he tries to squeeze this until they make calm noises again when something bursts through the door.

He’s so distracted that he drops his squeezing machine. 

Everyone immediately gets terse and guarded— the lady who looks out for him the most actually pulls up in front of him? Like, protecting him? With her body?? It’s so far out of left field Danny has to wonder if they’re, like, keeping him for something important down the line instead of just treating him. 

The doctors take shelter behind medical equipment where they can, but whatever the assailant is, it’s too fast for them to put up their defenses. For a second, Danny is instinctually scared— the doctor in the periwinkle scrubs sees him almost every day, changing out his bag and fussing with his lower half under his blankets. The doctor in green makes him do the hand stretches he doesn’t want to do and sit up so that he can do it more often again. 

He’s used to them. He doesn't want that to change, or— Or for them to get hurt. 

The blur darts through the doors and past the doctors and is definitely aimed at Danny, so when the lady catches it (with one hand??) and hauls it up out of reach of Danny’s cot, Danny’s relieved wheeze is genuine and emphatic. Ohgodthatwasscary. 

On the other end of her arm is a teenager. A teenager in a…red…outfit, probably, unless he really likes gray and Danny’s eyes are actually working normally for once. Gray hair. Some kind of face, presumably. 

The teen’s legs keep spinning until he realizes how caught he is. Then he goes completely limp in defeat. 

“Cild Lihting se þridda,” the lady scolds, not unlike how Danny’s heard Vlad scold his cat for throwing paperwork off his desk. “Hwæt eart eow dydest?”

“...Naþing ,” the teenager lies, badly, and it sounds so much like Nothing, mom, wasn’t me, that Danny can’t help but choke out a laugh. 

It makes his chest muscles spasm and his throat sore, sure, but that’s not the point. The lady keeps scolding the teen she’s holding up midair, but the teen lights up at Danny’s choked out wheeze like the sun. Almost literally, actually— the green starts accumulating in Danny’s field of view as his body tries to compensate for whatever’s going on in the atmosphere around him. 

The doctors slowly let down their improvised shields, fetching Danny’s lost grippy tool (ugh) and putting it back in his hand (UGH). Danny gives one, pathetic squeeze of the tool, and then decides to visibly languish, because this sucks, obviously. The fact that no one can sympathize with his struggle isn’t new. Just watch him go limp about it. 

The next time the lady and the teen stop making scolding and scolded noises, Danny looks over; the teenager has been, apparently, wrangled into a hair net and face mask. Okay. So it’s not that Danny is off limits then— or maybe he is, but either way, it’s more about getting people into the right gear than about keeping them away from him. Once the teen’s been sprayed down with something that smells absolutely gross, forcibly gloved, and dropped unceremoniously onto the ground, the teen is back on his feet and hollering as he leaves the lady behind. “Þancie eow!!” 

“Slaw, lytel Lihting!” 

Slow, Danny understands, parsing out the weird words as they reach him. Lytel might as well mean little. This sucks. He can never tell if he’s right when he guesses, and he just gets lucky when people understand him back, or whether people are pretending to understand him more than they actually do. Lighting is a weird nickname for a kid though. 

—And then the teen is a foot away from his face and babbling at top speed, entirely at ease with their proximity and hands moving a mile a minute, and Danny has not been losing enough time for that to be anything other than either magic or a superpower. 

Oh, his brain corrects. The word clicks into place. Lightning. 

It’s probably some kind of magic, Danny’s guessing, because as he’s absolutely flabbergasted that someone is leaning into his face and trying to engage him that talk that isn’t happening, his ghost sense flares with a backwash of OMGHIHELLO!!MIS/SEDYOUMISSED//YOUPLAYING?? that. Uh. Is very…a lot? Very intense??

Very…welcoming?

The lady who minds him but isn’t a doctor sighs, picks the teenager up by the waist (??) and sets him a whole foot back. The teen doesn’t even stop chattering, his aura flaring alongside a story Danny is definitely missing, but not unappreciative of. 

He throws something onto Danny’s bed. Danny drops the grippy tool in order to grab it, to the doctor’s verbal dismay. 

But. 

Like Danny’s model shuttle, which never leaves his side, the thing on his bed is Danny’s. This is Danny’s weird, flimsy, squishy toy.

The teen practically vibrates with pride.

…Okay, then. He’s kind of confused, but like. You know. He’s not against this.

Danny picks the squishy, blue thing in his trembling fingers and shakes it around without any sense of fine motor control, and the thing leaps out of his fingers and lands on the floor pretty much instantaneously.

It makes a weird suction noise. Danny peeks over the bed to find it sitting upright, stuck to the floor.

The teen responds by throwing even more colorful, oddly-shaped toys on the bed.

Danny knows enough about doctors to know that there were probably structured plans on how Danny was supposed to spend his time on specific exercises to target specific muscles and stretch specific parts of his hands, but the teen sits at his bedside and plays with toys Danny doesn’t remember with him, and no one stops them at all.

It’s nice.

For about an hour, until Danny truly tires, it's almost…normal.

#Medical team: CAN YOU WRANGLE THE TEENAGER?? #Diana: yes of course— #Bart: Whee! :D *items crash* #Medical (sheltering in place): CAN YOU WRANGLE HIM HARDER??? #health and hybrids #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover #incarceration to elopement to healthcare pipeline