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koukaaa-descent · 2 months

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thinkinh about the world building im trying to hit indigo&monsoon's world with .. collection of little lore snippets.

totally fun facts about my ocs

Monsoon dies in order to carry a star onto Gordion. The star itself is contained inside of its ribcage, quite literally burning it from the inside out. In order to get it there, Indigo fed the star to Monsoon.

The star in question is used to 'wish' Gordion out of existence.

In my interpretation of lore, Gordion is the name of a universe-devouring beast (also using the moniker 'Death'). Same appearance as it as ingame. As in; huge planet.

Sigurd has both a lesser and greater role. He is one out of a few others who have left logs & things that one can find. At the end of his logs, he instead expresses a wish to see Death's death. (Regarding Gordion; Gordion is meant to be widely regarded as death itself, here.)

The company creates 'employees' via piecing together usually mindless drones out of the corpses of entities, humans, and other odd things. A great majority are simply brainwashed into believing that they are human, despite anything that may prove otherwise. Since the company itself is rather lackluster in enforcing the brainwashing, there have been numerous cases wherein entire crews have gone into it entirely conscious of themselves. It is an incredibly flawed process.

Think of the company as a hive & the employees the worker bees. They are an attempt to lessen the universe's slow death in the maw of Gordion, for those who no longer exist to have a greater amount of time to search for a solution that, too, does not exist anymore. There was an entire workforce dedicated to slowing & ceasing the consumption. They are all dead and gone, and with their disappearance leaving behind objects that eventually became known as Comedy/Tragedy masks. Their purpose is unknown, as there are no traces of information regarding them and their creation left.

Indigo dies nearly immediately after Monsoon does. Monsoon disintegrates in his arms.

The only reason that Indigo does not immediately disintegrate beneath the star's power is because of his biological makeup. To keep it simple, he's closer to a bracken & a corpse than he is to a living being; he lacks several organs crucial to life and is mostly patchwork on the inside. Thus, he also burns like wood. Wet wood. It doesn't make it any less painful, though.

Nutcrackers, coil heads, and Masks/Masked are regarded as human creations. This does include the parasites within the nutcrackers. This does have 'lore' relevance.

Indigo is an unfinished product. He basically got sent through the creation process as if it were a blender. Thus, while he does not entirely believe himself human or retain the loyalty to the company, he does retain a need for purpose. That need tends to overshadow everything else. It can consume him, in a way, just as Gordion has consumed everything else.

If given more time, Monsoon could have become indigo's 'purpose'. I dare to say even a week more spent oblivious to Gordion's existence would have let him fixate entirely upon Monsoon. The unfortunate thing is that that's not how it happens, nor could Indigo change his purpose after he became fixated on the first initial purpose. It would be similar to taking away the thing a robot is meant to do; sure, it could do other things, but never will it retain the same ease, passion & desire to do those things as it did its initial thing.

Many species have been behaviorally changed in accordance with the story. For example; Nutcrackers actively guard specific areas within the facility/mansion. Their patrols are consistent rather than erratic, and rather than play their music only during confrontation, they continuously play the music at a low volume. (Something about war machines that sing). They are semi-sentient and intelligent enough to recognize humanoids and discern whether or not said humanoids are intruders upon the area they guard. A nutcracker will still shoot to kill if you are within its guarded area, but it will resort to warning shots if you are either nearby or bordering its area. They also recognize that the mansion itself is something to be protected but are designated to specific spots and, therefore, do not stray outside of those spots.

Coil-heads were once people (of many species) who had been eroded into what they are now. I will not be clarifying much on this. However; I dare say that attempting to trap and contain a star is a deeply terrible idea, even if it is in the attempts to erase a greater evil. Do you think a star cares for the guilts and grievances of such small beings? Of course not.

Indigo's skeletal structure is more 'animal' than it is human. In fact, he is actually missing some bones in some places, as there was either no need for them or the species used to form those parts simply didn't have bone. He can look directly behind him by looking directly upward and opening his mouth. (Image below.)

It looks about as odd as you'd expect.

His neck situation is kind of frightening. He is missing most of the vertebrae in his spine above the ribs, and it's mostly just cartilage and... stuff, going on in there. You could probably just reach in and take a wad of suspicious flesh out, bare handed. That's how loose and tender everything is in there.

Monsoon is very sensitive to heat and light, as one would expect a plant based creature to be. I suppose this makes the impact of its willing act of holding a star all the more important; even without sentience, without understanding, its faith in Indigo was so awfully strong that perhaps the agony meant nothing to it.

Monsoon's anatomy is odd, as it does not actually have bones. 80% of its body is simply solid fibers or material resembling cartilage. Its skull is the most solid thing inside of its body, as it is roughly 75% bone.

#oc lore #oc monsoon #oc indigo #loredropping about my oc's world is drving me nuts #i will continue this lter i tjink #reminder to self elaborate regarding the creation & purpose of the Masks #lethal company #lethal company oc #refinng this latwe i wrote all of this on the verge of sleep

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neeharikacreations · 2 years

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Hi friends! This is Neeharika. Today I'm preparing most amazing and healthy lunch recipe Rasam Recipe in Brahmin Style. It is very healthy in present corona situations. Hope you all try this Healthy Rasam / Charu recipe in this pandemic situation.

#rasam recipe #monsoon recipes #healthy recipe #tasty food #yummy #charu recipe #neeharika creations #andhra style

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v-rg1l · 6 months

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I so deeply love trans people it is hard to express I love us like I love the stars, the way the summer loves the monsoon winds, the way the spring loves the flowers, the way sidewalks love the fallen leaves and the way life loves the sun. I love us all, even if here i speak specifically to trans mascs, I love every single one of us dearly. You are Loved.

I love trans men, trans mascs, I love us when we have full chests and when we have flat ones, I love us in skirts and suits and shorts and pants and dresses that flow like a stream. I love us in binders in bras pre post and no op i love us with deep growly voices like the rushing waterfalls and I love us with gentle voices like birdsong on the wind and I am so in love.

I love fat trans men I love thin trans men I love us toned and muscular I love us soft and squishy I love us so deeply. I love disabled trans mascs I love mentally ill trans men I love chronically ill trans men I love Black trans mascs I love Indigenous trans men I love Asian trans men I love European trans mascs I love mixed trans mascs love us all so dearly I can barely take it.

I love us with scars and I love us with freckles and I love us with acne i love us with facial hair, with beards and mustaches and stubble that just won’t seem to grow out but it will love I promise and you’ll be so handsome and even if it doesn’t you glow like the mid afternoon sun hasn’t anyone told you ? You are beautiful, to your very core.

I love sunny and bright trans men who reflect the colours of the rainbow like a prism I love scene and goth and punk and alternative trans mascs I love plain trans men who wear t shirts and shorts I love showy trans men in their frilly shirts and corsets.

I love us roaring with laughter and crying out in anger I love us singing until our throats are hoarse I love us in the waves of pleasure I love us in the quiet content like sitting on the earth as the gentle breeze tickles our skin.

I love us in love, I love us who have one, two, any number of partners or no partners at all I love us no matter what faith we hold I love us without any faith at all I love us who feel the energy of the universe and I love us who do not.

I love us taking part in the joy of creation i love us who create art i love us who build cars or fix roofs i love us who educate i love us in theatre and music i love us making scientific developments i love us in hardware software the brilliant machine that is the human body I love us saving lives I love us creating new ones I love us so much.

I love us like we hung the stars and the planets I am so in love I feel as though the word cannot possibly contain the true and full depth of my feelings for us. I do not have the vocabulary to thoroughly express how much I love us, how deeply in love i am with being trans.

There is so much more I could add but if you are trans, if you are a trans man or are trans masc or anything at all I love you so much. We will be happy, we will thrive. We are beautiful and valuable and we are, dare I say it, divine. You do not have to make it into the history books to be so valuable. You are of the greatest worth of anything for simply being. I wish you nothing but happiness and a life that you love. Be well, you who I gladly share my soul with. You are more than words could ever describe.

#bug speaks #transgender #transsexual #queer #trans man #trans masc #trans male #ftm #transmasc #nonbinary #nonbinary man #transmasculine #transisbeautiful #trans joy #trans pride #trans boy #long post

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fatehbaz · 9 months

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About the lethal world-altering power of "legal fictions of property" and creation of laws in British imperial attempts to control the monsoon-flooded rivers and deltas of Bengal, described in Debjani Bhattacharyya's work (Empire and Ecology in the Bengal Delta: The Making of Calcutta, 2019). Other scholars have also come to similar conclusions about British treatment of Bengal. It's kind of a nice microcosm not just of British rule in South Asia, but also of imperial attempts to control ecology, communities, and imaginations across the planet.

In deltas, shorelines, seasonally-flooded rivers and riparian wetlands, mangrove forests, etc., there may not be clear distinctions between "land" and "water". The boundaries might change every year, every season, sometimes every day, depending on tide, floods, etc. So, if empires like Britain or the United States are to control such a place, there are two different challenges here. One challenge is, maybe more obviously, material, physical. The other is ontological, imaginative, etc., or what not.

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The material or physical challenge is:

How does the empire tax or administer properties if the property changes seasonally depending on rivers, floods, precipitation, etc.? How does the empire "manage" local social/financial conditions if there isn't clear recognition of a stable title, landlord, authority figure? Where is the solid property boundary that can facilitate ownership transfer, zoning, revenue collection, etc.? How does the empire force people into industrial or plantation labor if the empire can't use the threat of home-loss or job-loss to coerce local people? How does the empire install development projects or extractive industries, like roads, bridges, monoculture/plantation fields, etc., if the land and water are always in motion, fluid, changing?

The ontological challenge is:

Part of the empire's power comes from its ability to conquer the imagination, to capture the future, to insist that there is no other way, there are no other options. Empire is inevitable. And the empire insists that borders are "real", definite, strict. But how can you believe the empire's claims about strict boundaries, about the inevitability of their future, when you can clearly see an alternative, when you are living in an ecosystem where land and water are in a kind of dance, influencing each other, fluid, impermanent?

And the empire doesn't appreciate physical, material challenges. But the empire especially doesn't want any ontological challenges. If you can identify other ways of being, alternative lives, other futures, you undermine the empire's claim to inevitability and inspire others to live otherwise. In a way, a river or a delta or an estuary, they are a provocation; as if they were alive, agents themselves, these environments are a direct challenge to empire's claims.

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A summary of this imperial conundrum, from Natasha Ginwala and Vivian Ziherl:

'[T]his tropical coastal ecology is a site of continual refiguration: neither sea nor land, neither river nor sea, bearing neither salty nor fresh water […]. The Sundarbans covers an area of 10,000 square kilometers of intertidal zones between parts of southwestern Bangladesh and the state of West Bengal in India. The largest mangrove forest in the world […]. As a landscape, the Sundarbans is marked by unfixity, since its intertidal nature places it between appearance and disappearance – with islands being submerged overnight. […] [T]heir porous quality does not allow for clear border-making. [...] [W]e are met with the trembling instability of borders. [...] [H]ere the coastline becomes indiscernible as a single entity. The legal vexations of such amphibious and obtuse terrain become pronounced in sea-rights cases, wherein border-making becomes the necessity of tenure.' ["Sensing Grounds: Mangroves, Unauthentic Belonging, Extra-Territoriality." e-flux Journal Issue #45. May 2013.]

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So, those "legal vexations", "wherein border-making becomes the necessity of tenure [ownership]"? That's what Bhattacharyya discusses, how laws become "technologies of property" in Bengal.

Basically, Bhattacharyya describes "the legal processes through which the mobility of the landscape was accommodated into the architecture of ownership" (p. 77); "drying a tidal landscape was as much an infrastructural project as it was an ontological endeavor in producing a dry culture with colonial law as its handmaiden" (p. 83)' "the materiality of the paper" functioned as "a legitimizing object of modern property" (p. 100); the British/US/imperial imagination of rivers were "characterized by a cartographic-mindedness that captures and fixes the spatial mobility. The colonial journey is one of reterritorialization that involves mapping, measuring and fixing" (p. 122).

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In the tags of my post, I mentioned that the "legal engineering to conquer rivers in Bengal" is also the focus of two other scholars who examine the relationships with water, the creation of private property, and the power of colonial law-making in Bengal:

Kuntala Lahiri-Dutt and Rohan Ignatious D'Souza.

D'Souza authored Drowned and Dammed: Colonial Capitalism and Flood Control in Eastern India (1803-1946), which provides nice coverage from the East India Company, through the Mutiny and nineteenth-century expansion of finance and plantations, into modernist development of the twentieth century.

And I think Lahiri-Dutt sums up this whole situation nicely:

'Traveling through Bengal in the eighteenth century, […] [travelers] saw a highly sophisticated water-based economy – the blessing of rivers […]. Bengal’s essential character as a fluid landscape was changed during the colonial times through legal interventions that were aimed at stabilizing lands and waters, at creating permanent boundaries between them, [...] in a land of shifting river courses, inundated irrigation, and river-based life. Such a separation of land and water was made possible not just by physical constructions but first and foremost by engineering a legal framework. […] BADA, which stands for the Bengal Alluvion and Diluvion Act, a law passed by the colonial British rulers in 1825 […]. Nature here represents a borderless world, or at best one in which borders are not fixed lines on the ground demarcating a territory, but are negotiated spaces or zones. Such “[...] spaces” comprise “not [only] lines of separation but zones of interaction…transformation, transgression, and possibility” […]. Current boundaries of land and water are as much products of history as nature and the colonial rule of Bengal played a key role in changing the ideas and valuations of both. […] [R]ivers do not always flow along a certain route […]. The laws that the colonial British brought to Bengal, however, were founded upon the thinking of land as being fixed in place. […] To entrench the system, the Permanent Settlement of 1793 created zamindars (or landlords) “in perpetuity” – meaning for good. The system was aimed at reducing the complexities of revenue collection due to erratically shifting lands and unpredictable harvests in a monsoon-dependent area […]. From a riverine community, within a hundred years, Bengal was transformed into a land-based community.' ["Commodified Land, Dangerous Water: Colonial Perceptions of Riverine Bengal." RCC Perspectives, no. 3. 2014.]

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Part of why I appreciate Bhattacharyya's take on it is that she focuses on what was lost, not just in terms of physical landscape, material accessibility, etc., but also what was lost culturally, emotionally. Stories, traditions, ways of being. This is why Bhattacharyya describes this process of British rule in Bengal "a history of forgetting". She says: "And because we forget, it is harder for us to imagine alternatives".

Basically, British legal maneuvers to strictly define borders between land and water in Bengal, achieved several things: Yes, faced with frequent seasonal/annual changes of where shorelines and islands, etc., were located, part of the benefit of this legal defining and clarification of solid land was allowing the empire to map and administer stable segments of property for purposes of taxes, records, and development projects (roads, bridges, canals, etc.). This "permanence" of property then allowed for the opening of the door to financialization, so that investors in London or Calcutta could participate in financial speculation on the real estate market.

Another benefit was the installation of "private" property and strengthening the power of landlords, enforcing a social hierarchy, detaching poorer people from land access, resulting in conditions of indebtedness. Of course, the precarity of debt and lack of access to land then essentially forced poorer people into wage labour, factory work, plantations.

After all, Britain needed laborers to staff its expanding and notorious Assamese tea plantations. And the empire did this repeatedly elsewhere, too: Alienated people by using legal frameworks to force them into debt or homelessness, and then using those alienated people to work in terrible industrial conditions, often far away from their homes. Just as earlier nineteenth-century metropolitan London staffed its factories with indebted and impoverished people from elsewhere in England, Britain staffed its Assameses tea plantations with poor people from central India, and Britain staffed its plantations and infrastructure projects in Malaya with "coolies" and convicts from Bombay.

Outside of these material consequences, there is also the insidious lasting devastation of alienation itself. Emotionally. Loss of stories, songs, traditions, relationships, etc. The river, the delta, the ecosystem that you know and love, is not accessible to you. And so the empire's definitions and traditions are made resolute, the only possible future. There is no alternative.

But the river says otherwise.

#abolition

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thepunkmuppet · 9 months

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things i want from ncuti gatwa’s era of doctor who because thinking about it is keeping me up at night

ruby sunday is from earth, but a different time period, preferably the 1960s because having her be from the time of the show’s creation next to a modern black doctor would just be awesome

rose noble becomes a companion!! please!!!! poc trans woman companion who was raised by donna noble what more could you need in your life!!!!

companions from different eras and planets, i cannot stress this enough. why the fuck does the doctor always go to britain in whatever year the show is airing, it’s excusable for a while because of the great characters but at this point it’s just weird and leads to companions like ryan and graham seeming boring when compared to those like jack harkness, nardole and river song. i want an ancient greek companion, or a companion from the year 55232749, or one of those cat people or something, anything! just make it exciting!

i just want it to feel like rtd doctor who. can’t describe it but you know what i mean, i’m not a 13 era hater but it’s just not the same show!

show me clara and ashildr. show me river song. show me captain john hart. show me jenny. show me martha jones. show me madam vastra. as long as it’s fun and it serves the story, all the characters who were teased to come back or we haven’t seen in a while, let them come back!!!

JINKX MONSOON AS THE MASTER PLEASE I COULD DIE HAPPY HAVING A DRAG QUEEN PLAY THE MASTER IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU

scrap the timeless child thing idec just retcon it, absolutely not

give the doctor a canonical male love interest!!! doctorjackrose and thasmin walked so mlm ncuti gatwa doctor could SPRINT are you picking up what i’m putting down

please add yours in comments and reblogs i really want to know what other people want to see!!

#doctor who #dw #dr who #nuwho #new who #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #14th doctor #15th doctor #ncuti gatwa

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vermutandherring · 9 months

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Part 1 is here

It is impossible to defeat nature and its laws. You cannot destroy the established order of things, because sooner or later it will return to the starting point, albeit modified. Part of the eternal order is war. This is a rather conventional character, which, nevertheless, has all the features of eternal evil, which the main character must defeat. Before the battle, Sundowner reveals another revelation to Raiden: he is too blinded and naive to think that he can change the world. War is part of cruel human nature. This is an outdated tool, which we have not been able to completely discard. But like a real virus, rooted in the very middle, it evolved with us, adapting to the conditions of the times.

War is indifferent to moral guidelines and honor, deaf to human suffering and merciless to victims. This virus is ready to manifest itself at any moment, as soon as the system crashes. What for Raiden as a person is a matter of morality, for the World Marshal as a large military company is supply and demand. Even the "Patriots", well known to Raiden, did not invent anything new. The fact that after their "disappearance" history continues in the same direction is only proof that the established order cannot be defeated. This is what Sundowner actually says: Raiden with his good intentions will not change the world. PMC has offices all over the world, and therefore their products are in demand. They are only suppliers working for the war market. After all, war is a business hidden behind the face of morality, and the person in it is a commodity.

This again resonates with the rest of the games in the series, where the main unit is not so much the metal gears themselves, but the people behind their creation and control. Of course, the crown of creation of both nature and man is not a perfect tank, but the Legendary Soldier. Big Boss used to be the one. The same fate awaited Raiden. Towards the end, however, MG Rising moves in a slightly different direction, touching on the theme of the "ideal society". As the Patriots once fought for a single ideal world, so Armstrong seeks to create an ideal society where "people will die and kill for what they BELIEVE". Be that as it may, history constantly shows that an imperfect man cannot create a perfect society. After all, it cannot become even the best version of itself. MG has something of the dystopia inherent in the cyberpunk genre. But, at the same time, it remains close to reality, where some wars are fought to stop other wars.

Each war has its own methods of achieving the goal. I like that MG Rising raises the question of the facelessness of the enemies that Raiden kills in packs. Their fate does not interest you as long as it is only a dummy for beating. But as soon as you imagine in front of you a person who has life, destiny and its own will, it becomes morally difficult to destroy them. Maybe that's why it's much more difficult for me to kill innocent NPCs in modern games - they suffer too realistically and look like real people who have their own lives. Giving the enemy human traits is what Sam uses to break Raiden mentally: reality doesn't match his moral principles. It turns out that they are just a cover for his true nature. But as a player, we lean more towards our main character, considering his (that is, our) actions a priori correct. Raiden's reasoning about the sword as an instrument of justice gives us a moral discharge: we destroy the villains who exploit the weak, and therefore do nothing wrong.

But all this is just an illusion. There is no moral attitude that would give a person the right to take the life of another person. "Who saves the weak from the man who saves the weak?" Through the mouths of the characters, the game in a peculiar manner breaks through the fourth wall, addressing the player. Why do we kill? Why do we justify our cruelty? Perhaps Monsoon's phrase that nature cannot be defeated does not mean only the world order. But also a person who has always been marked by cruelty, and therefore cannot defeat himself. As Raiden, we have no right to judge or condemn someone to death. But our internal attitudes, they are memes, give us an excuse, and the game gives us such an opportunity.

In the general sense, a meme is a unit of information. An attitude or idea that is repeated in different variations and transmitted by imitation or learning. The thesis Meme as a gene was formed by the scientist Richard Dawkins in the 1970s, comparing cultural phenomena with human genes, which copy themselves and are ultimately subject to natural selection. In fact, this is all that Monsoon is talking about: memes (that is, cultural attitudes) influence our behavior, the way we communicate and perceive reality. Culture, religion, our own will - everything is formed from the outside and imposed on us as a given. However, not all cultural phenomena undergo selection. In the struggle for the human mind, the "stronger" meme survives, the one most successfully replicated by the carrier, and therefore more valuable.

Raiden wins with his tool of justice meme Mistral with her thirst for revenge because his beliefs are stronger. But this fake facade of nobility is not enough to defeat Monsoon's nihilistic worldview. Dawkins claims that memes adapt quickly, easily deforming under external conditions. All memes disappear, but are immediately replaced by new ones. Breaking Raiden's unnatural mindset, Monsoon forces him to quickly adopt a new one: "…killing your enemies felt good. Really good <…> I was born to kill <…> Pain… this is why I fight”. Thus, Raiden returns to his original beliefs, where he is Jack the Ripper. Again following Dawkins, memes can change and combine and split, resulting in the formation of new memes. For Raiden, it becomes obvious that you can achieve your goal in another way, by accepting the repulsive part of yourself and using it for good.

This is the transformation that Samuel could not go through at the time. Unable to handle his thirst for revenge and justice on his own, he falls under the influence of Armstrong's memes. In the end, this makes him doubt his own ideals, and later he rejects them altogether. It's clear from Sam's backstory that he's not a bad guy. Rather, a guy who got into the wrong company and chose the wrong path. There is something in his character about samurai stories, especially the Hagakure - a treatise on bushido - the samurai's unwritten code of honor. The series of stories was created by Nabeshima Mitsushige in 1716. In them, he told the stories of the former samurai Yamamoto Tsunetomo, who after the death of his master became a ronin - an exiled samurai. In short, the meaning of the book can be described by the phrase 'A samurai has no goal - there is only a path', which was attributed to Yamamoto himself (although he did not actually say anything like that).

Kuniyoshi (1797 - 1861). Tomimori Sukeemon Masakata from the Biographies of the Loyal Retainers series. Woodblock Print, c. 1847. Source: Ronin Gallery

Sam begins his samurai path to avenge his father's death, but as his purpose crumbles, he becomes increasingly hesitant and ends up becoming a mercenary for terrorists. The transformation from a respected man to a robber was quite a common phenomenon among samurai during the turbulent times of Japanese history. But Sam's path was not in vain and meaningless. Yamamoto commanded the samurai to find their own way in life, discarding thoughts about the past, future and everyday problems. This path was paved on the battlefield with a sword (or rather a bow and a horse), and to die in battle for a samurai is the highest honor. Sam and Raiden's battle was a test of their ideas; a turning point that had to decide whose ideology has the right to exist. Samuel himself speaks about this in his posthumous message.

Both were not enemies, but rather adversaries, each had their own convictions at stake as a kind of equivalent of honor. Sam's mindset and fate shows that personal beliefs do have weight. If they are true and worth fighting for, if they are the same strong memes, they will continue to exist. That is why, finally accepting his nature as an assassin, the sword as a weapon, and the goal as completely achievable, Raiden defeats Samuel.

Totally forgot I started to write it, so i had to finish it, haha.

#game review #video games #gaming #videogames #metal gear #metal gear series #metal gear rising #metal gear rising revengeance #mgrr #mgr raiden #raiden mgr #mgr monsoon #samuel rodrigues #jetstream sam #my articles #japanese art #samurai

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 month

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Couple fun facts to mess with Tsurugi Tomoe and her obsession with swords and Bushido:

The katana was never, in fact, the main weapon of the samurai. First it was the bow, that literally allowed the very creation of Japan as a country and threw the Mongol armies back in the sea in time for monsoon season, and later it was a complement between bow and spear. The sword was a sidearm... And the katana was developed for the INFANTRY and adopted later by the samurai.

The traditional weapons of the Japanese women are the bow (Japan really, REALLY loves bows) and the naginata.

And I'm now imagining Tomoe getting Akumatized after someone innocently pointed these truths out in her earshot.

GET HIS ASS

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the-twelve-guardians · 1 year

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It just started one day. You couldn’t sit still, or suddenly your energy was sapped. You became attuned to the ebb and flow of creation, the push and pull of the Heat Haze Boy and the Monsoon Girl. You became a swellbloom kid.

SWELLBLOOM KIDS is a ttrpg set within the various eras of Philippine history. Here, you play as a superpowered individual blessed by one of the gods of Philippine mythology. Involve yourself in revolutions, political intrigue, clan wars, and magical happenings, from the creation of the world to its eventual end. You'll meet various reimagined figures from folklore and myth, such as Mariang Makiling (here, a goddess of time and tradition) and the personified summer heat Apolaki (here, a deity of sun and war also called El Niño or The Heat Haze Boy).

Swellbloom Kids is a love letter to Philippine culture, the gods in our beliefs, and to being neurodivergent in a world that may not always understand us.

Click here to see the full module. | Click here to support this project.

#swellbloom kids #ttrpg #tabletop rpg #philippine history #philippine mythology #philippine folklore #bipolar #neurodivergent

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ghostlysense · 10 months

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Splatterscope from Splatoon 1!

i might or might not be working on my first ever cosplay 😳😳 either way i just fucking LOVE the original Splatterscope so i really wanted to make a (semi-)functional replica. took about 3 months of designing, 3D printing and assembling, and i'm super happy with the result <コ:彡

#splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon fanart #inkling #splatterscope #splatoon cosplay #splatoon weapons #cosplay #3d printing #monsoon's creations #actually not the first splatoon thing i've made #i also have an ink tank but i made some changes to it recently #need to take new pictures before posting #expect those Soon

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koukaaa-descent · 2 months

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A few questions! /pos

- How did Indigo and Monsoon find out about Gordion, did they just piece together Sigurd's logs or did they experience something that taught them about Death?

- Did Indigo have a crew before he found Monsoon, or was he alone? If alone, why? Is it because, as an amalgamate creation the company assumed he would have no need for companionship or extra power/protection?

- Did Indigo or Monsoon ever make more friends, maybe something like a friendly loot bug or an uninterested coil-head?

- What year does their story take place? Iirc the main game takes place around 2500 and Sigurd's logs are from about 1990

- Do you think those manmade creations by the company, coils, masks, nuts, maybe jesters (?) retain any of their sentience/commitment toward people, or have they all been perfectly programmed to be commitment solely to the company/their facilities/mansions?

LETSFUCKING GOOO THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY LONG I THINK. HOPEFULLY I WILL REMEMBER TO LABEL THE SECTIONS.

in retrospect this is so fucking long (cry for help)

FIRST QUESTION;

Indigo discovered the mythos and legend surrounding Gordion by wandering moons & slowly finding the logs and files left behind by various sources (not all of them Sigurd!!).

Indigo usually goes into facilities alone, as Monsoon does not like Hoarding Bugs and tends to try and immediately kill or eat them on sight, uncaring of whether or not it is walking into a swarm of ten. This dislike stems from a singular day early into its life wherein a Hoarding bug attempted to steal Indigo’s scarf. Indigo can attest to the bug’s very quick death; you really don’t think a creature the size of a dog can be that vicious. Especially not when it was curled contently in one’s arm the moment before.

A majority of these things regard Gordion as an ‘end to all endings’. Thus why it is occasionally referred to as ‘Death’. Indigo’s not particularly talented at exploration or survival, and he has a propensity for getting lost inside of facilities. This has led him into places very, very deep inside of said facilities—deep enough that he’d found actual human skeletons at some point, long since rotted away.

In those particularly deep halls, one certainly finds equally old documents & writings. Indigo spends roughly half of an entire day reading and absorbing all of the information left behind. Most of it details a monster to be defeated; very little regards the monster as a thing to be worshipped. His logic is sort of like this; monster bad? monster bad. these people wanted it dead so surely I must want it dead too. & then that idea grew into an awful purpose.

Monsoon is too young at this point and not yet intelligent enough to care much regarding Gordion. It reacts much as an animal would, sharing in the stress of one close to itself.

Experiencing something that taught them about Death; yes and also no. Indigo’s had to fulfill quota cycles alone, and there is roughly a two week period wherein he fulfills said quotas. An interaction with the tendrils in the wall is inevitable.

In all honesty, quotas were very easy for Indigo. Things very rarely bother you when you too seem strange. That, and the (at the time) hip-height Bracken that frequently went through smaller creature populations each time it was present. Monsoon did not go inside very often, though, usually having been left outside to hunt & watch the ship.

SECOND QUESTION;

Yes, indigo had a crew. For roughly four days before they all died either because of him or for him. The only one he recalls with any clarity would be the same one who’d attempted to protect him, however vainly, from a Masked on Rend. It wasn’t a very fruitful endeavor in all honesty. The masked was mostly just curious about him—entirely passive. Until she came into the picture, of course.

Indigo did watch her die. Or, rather, be converted. Oddly, he’d begun to salivate as if in sympathy towards the boiling blood the Masked threw up with heaving, shuddering retches. There remained the distinct taste of copper within his own mouth, as well as an odd sting. As is the life of one with fucked anatomy.

Indigo is not special in this context for being a frankenstein-esque creature. Nearly every worker belonging to the company was at one point remade with the corpses of other things, eventually straying into the territory of creatures & entities. They do not keep their original consciousness nor their personality. Once remade, it is the total and utter erasure of the self. This, solely, was the only process observed with meticulous focus within the Company. It is no longer necessary, as there are no individuals on their ‘first’ lives anymore.

Going by this idea; Indigo was never human. He was never originally human. He is the amalgamation between that which is dead and that which remains alive, despite the self’s attempts to claw it back into the grave. Fun fact; Indigo only has two organs. A heart and a stomach. Neither have much use, though the heart functions well enough. Probably.

Workers are mass-produced, some more eroded than the others. Some don’t even believe that they are human, nor that they are anything. Something that remains mostly consistent throughout each iteration of every worker is ‘purpose’. It is a fairly abstract thing, mostly symbolizing their ties to the Company and the desire (conscious or unconscious) to continue to serve it.

Also, the Company is not the same thing as Gordion. They are separate things. I am willing to say that the Company was once run by living entities, but that there is nothing living left inside of it. It is now entirely automated, hence why so many people slip through the cracks.

THIRD QUESTION;

Regarding whether or not Indigo or Monsoon have met friendly entities; yes, they have. Indigo has interacted with Masked on more than five occasions, and Monsoon likes Nutcrackers and Jesters. It loves the music, and sometimes tries to whistle along.

Coil-heads hardly even acknowledge Indigo’s existence. Even when he looks at them, they merely slow rather than stop. As their freezing is entirely behavioral, this is acknowledgment enough. As a throwback to the other world building post; Coil-heads are eroded, dead people. Indigo, too, is technically an individual eroded into its current state and rendered essentially dead. Basically. Kind of. The most that a Coil-head acknowledges Indigo is when he directly tries to interact with them. Only then do they freeze. (i just imagined something really evil.)

Something about kinship between dead and dying things. It’s more of a dismissive kinship.

Anyways. They do not meet any other individuals during their lifespans. Perhaps they’ve heard other crews through the halls, but they’ve never seen said people. And who knows? They might’ve just been Masked.

Loot bugs are not viable as friends for these 2. Monsoon is explanation enough.

FOURTH QUESTION. I am writing all of this in one sitting please send help. my brain is static)

The story takes place roughly around the range of 2500-2550. I will not be giving it a definitive date as . If I do that the evil will take over (EXCESSIVE MICROMANAGING REGARDING LORE)

It’s basically the same as it is in-game. There’s just,,,, a lot more secret places as well as some extra things you can find lying around. The only major change to everything would be the atmosphere, i think??? This entire world I’ve built up to in my head has become fairly somber and quiet, in a sense. The entire universe is an aftermath. The dust has settled and there are no more soldiers left to disturb it. War has been done and over with and an unhealing universe is left to attempt to mend the pieces as it is devoured.

Also, there are ‘groups’ outside of the Company.

FIFTH QUESTION (i am actively falling aslee

First off; manmade entities could not be ‘programmed’ even after their masters/owners/companions died off. I only included Coil-heads in the manmade category because they’re quite literally just people who’d been eroded by a star.

The Jester is not manmade, technically. It’s related to the nutcracker, and i will not be thinking about how they reproduce in any measure in my head right now. . Think of it kind of like how domesticated animals become ‘wild’ over the years. (Ex. Feral cat colonies. This does also imply that they can be ‘domesticated’ again.)

None of them are tied to the Company beyond being hostiles categorized within the database.

Nutcrackers and the Masked are the only two entities to retain any form of sentience. They both retain differing measures of duty towards people. The Nutcracker protects its ‘home’ and designated patrol area. It is not sentient enough to question whether or not there are actually other Nutcrackers patrolling other parts of the area, or even if there are any others at all. It’s a pretty lonely existence, mainly because there is nobody else to sing with. (Can you imagine it? Legions of singing machines, marching through war. Each step a heartbeat, each whistle & trill a body added to the piles. Perhaps the songs were meant to comfort those dying people, too.)

The Masked were created by an unnamed organization in the attempts to create an object capable of 1) going on even after all of those who created it were dead and 2) continuing their work, all for the sole purpose of destroying Gordion. Obviously, this didn’t work out very well. Shambling corpses and rotting memory, pervading the shell of purposeless existence. Thus; they created their own purpose. Grabbed onto it with decaying hands and made something of it.

If you were to enter a facility and come face to face with a Nutcracker and were to, say, take off your helmet… the humanoid expression is deeply familiar to those of its kind. Nutcrackers retain an awfully long memory, going back decades with decent clarity. However, they are not entirely of the flesh; they, too, have databases and cores. The most important memories are stored beside their ‘heart’.

Generally, a Nutcracker first stores the moment of its creation within those databanks. Inaudible murmuring; warm hands lowering it into an endless darkness. Then, a song. (Originally, the music-boxes were meant to comfort the newly-created Nutcrackers and prevent panic. It’s a very strange thing, to come into the world and believe it is dark. They were only made into a fundamental feature after others expressed the joy they brought. I suppose they weren’t always war machines, but simply war machines for a relatively short time.)

A Mask or Masked is not sentient. They have existed for the last three hundred years or so. They have had time to slowly develop. They are relative failures regarding what their creators desired of them. The Masked struggle with a yearning intrinsic to their very existence. Yet, what do they yearn for?

Jesters can be domesticated. I just need to reiterate this. They’re just wilder Nutcrackers with stranger shells.

Coil-heads are, in simpler terms, memories of people. Like all memories, the clarity of such things fades. Most often these memories are physically bleached from the body, resulting in the stark beige color they are most common with. Some ‘variants’ may retain body hair, toenails, teeth (in places teeth should probably not grow), and active, flowing blood. They are not in pain. They are simply bleached, empty husks that once were people of any and all species, who once attempted to contain a star. A star does not hold disdain, but i imagine that being trapped in any way is rather displeasing.

Spore lizards were also once domesticated war-dogs bred to distract, detect and alarm. Some were specifically trained to bite at any small disturbance and set off into crowds. They were quite renowned for their use during the war, up to and including one named Daisy that was memorialized after devastating a forty-person squad of soldiers before succumbing to its wounds.

Nutcrackers may hold the memories but the Masked hold the emotion. Think of this what you will.

IM DONE IMDKNE IM DONE…………….. imfreee…… ive been trapped here for 6 years I am starving to deatf… (I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING THIS I JUST CHOSE A BAD TIME (GUY WHO IS ACTIVELY FALLING ASLEEP))

might be edited later I am legitimately falling asleep trying to re read this

#lethal company #lethal company oc #worldbuilding #oc monsoon #oc indigo #asks #ttttttrhusuuu #oc lore

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miraclesinvisibletoothers · 2 months

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“You say you want a free and wild woman

Until you realize

That this means

She

And she alone

Decides how she moves through the world

In her juicy flesh

Until you realize

That she is not a commodity

That her nudity isn’t a mystery to be uncovered

A prize to be won

It’s not saved for you

She belongs to the earth

Her first love

Her priority

Is service to all of Creation

You see

You cannot possess her

You cannot hide her away

You cannot pick and choose

The wildness you approve of

And the wildness that threatens your claim

On who you think she ought to be

To you

For you

She is not for you

She never will be

But

What she will be

Is A force of Love

So great

That your life will be flipped upside down

Until everything false

Burns away

And only Truth remains

A Love like you’ve never known it before

As commanding as the ocean current

As consistent as the sunrise

As powerful as molten rock

As purifying as a monsoon

She will confront you

Challenge you

Break you

And soften you

Into surrender

She will invite you

With a glimmer in her eyes

To come play with

The Divine

To Make Love to the elements

To be raptured by the energy all around us

When you’re with a Wild Woman

It’s a threesome, babyyy,

You, her, and Mother Earth

In a titillating dance

Of ecstatic rebirth

With all of Creation’s

Invitation

To go deeper

And deeper still”

~🌟💚 Maisie Lynn ✨️ Fairy Goddess Magic

#polyam #poetry

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Hi Mori! I was wondering if you had any headcanons around the Kamal? I’ve been thinking about them lately :+)

i feel i owe ayem for a lot of this bc of the books she's read and what she brought to light in our convos about akavir, but the gist is the kamal are a variety of nomadic cultures living in this steppey tundra north of the main mountain range on akavir. it's a HUGE area and they make their living a variety of ways, most abide to this sort of philosophy of impermanence and fluidity that has to do with their beliefs and their tower. that whole "kamal freeze in the winter and melt in the summer" from mysterious akavir we have corrupted into meaning they migrate seasonally (or every few years, which is "seasonal" for a continent subject to periodic monsoon seasons) and in doing so have this festival centered around constructing a huge tower made out of ice with magic that is inevitably fated to melt and fall apart eventually. in elder scrolls deeplore terms its like some radical anti-anuic statement that honors mortaltude and the creation of mundus and it's also a giant tower made of ice where all the old people get to tell stories and the kids play on the ice and groups who oft don't interact get to catch up and trade

the other thing was the migration, i belieeeve what it was was that when it gets very cold on akavir they have that lats hurrah with the tower and then they migrate north across the frigid sea to ATMORA. which is actually doing pretty nice in the modern day. it got better. they love atmoran wood for building things (i think some ESO armor or weapon might've even hinted at that?? they just said "elder wood") and even hang out with the atmorans sometimes :) they also herd reindeer i forgot to mention that they herd reindeer in akavir. maybe there's even a sort of temporary landbridge that connects with atmora when it gets cold and they herd right across that. i think that gives a good overview of em

#moriada #ty kayd :)

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thepunkmuppet · 9 months

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so i have been writing my ideal version of season 14 in my head laying awake at night for weeks now and someone else needs to hear about it before i go insane. so.

concepts that would make miss ruby sunday ✨interesting and spicy✨ without going against the evidence we already have:

she is from the near future (2046 possibly?? i heard that year floating around in relation to robert ap gwillam)

she is from the further future, potentially WAY further, but was sent back in time by weeping angels hence her seemingly modern clothing. also this makes way for a weeping angels episode. you’re welcome.

she either has splinters like clara or there is a spatial genetic multiplicity thing going on (like with gwen cooper and gwyneth), and she exists in multiple time periods (eg, 60s and regency like we have seen in promo photos)

she is some kind of creation of jinkx monsoon’s character or “the duchess”. we don’t know anything about these characters but they are described as “the doctors most powerful enemy yet” and “beware the duchess”. i think creating a companion would be a pretty cool thing for a villain to do (and would probably end in utter tragedy, in the interest of fucking the doctor up, which is always fun)

she is a zygon, other alien or even a time lord who thinks she is human living on earth. i have thought about this and it’s my absolute favourite. there is potential for a queer / outsider allegory which is always great (i don’t belong here, i feel like i’m hiding, etc). she can still be from the modern era, but would have a unique perspective and presence on the show due to actually not being from earth. if a zygon, she would be able to shapeshift, a helpful and never-before-seen skill to have on adventures with loads of fun possibilities. and it would just make the whoniverse feel interconnected, not just retconning important world events with “time can be rewritten” but actually acknowledging that yeah, there are zygons living on earth! remember that? now that ive thought about it, i really want this option…

she is actually from the 1960s or the regency era, and we are seeing it out of sync and/or assuming based on promo stuff that her modern clothing is her everyday clothing and the historical stuff is just for funsies. i would love a 60s companion because a character from the time of the shows creation next to a black doctor?? what a fucking boss move it would be so awesome

she is mia tyler. im adding this because it’s popular, but people are really grasping at straws here in my opinion and i just… don’t like this idea? if mia tyler ever appears i want them to make it damn well clear, at least with foreshadowing and stuff. i’m going into season 14 wanting new and fresh and original. not supernatural nostalgia-bait soap opera shit. “I’M YOUR DAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE” gimme a break i don’t like this one

she’s a unit or torchwood agent. this could actually be real! i like this one it’s fun, we know there’s gonna be a unit episode including kate stewart, why not have her be involved? love me a badass spy lady, plus it could open up martha jones and spin-off opportunities so….

she’s a secret villain. very broad and vague i know, but it’s never happened before and the shock horror twist of it all would just be so awesome, especially because millie has a background in soap operas lmao

her timeline is funky in some way. maybe she’s like river song, maybe she’s like clara, maybe she’s stuck in a time loop or is from an alternate universe or there’s something very wrong about the events of her life that means timey wimey stuff ensues

she’s a time lord / gallifreyan and possibly a relative of the doctor. possibly linked to susan in some way, or an otherwise relative of the doctor’s. a secret sibling (again, millie gibson’s soap opera background!!), his child / susan’s parent, someone linked to the doctors daughter jenny, etc etc

she’s a time agent. the idea of time agents is really cool but woefully unexplored, we only ever meet jack and john and sure you can’t beat the wives but i want to see the full potential of them, there’s so much you could do

if you can think of any more, please do share in tags and comments i wanna know other ways i can get my hopes up way too high!! :))

#doctor who #dr who #dw #new who #nuwho #millie gibson #ruby sunday #rtd2 #ncuti gatwa #14th doctor #15th doctor #fifteenth doctor

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