#loquor

[awordwasthebeginning]

idk how else to phrase this but "quirlig" is the manic pixie dream girl of dated German children's literature

#similar to 'peppig' or something but that's more gender neutral #german stuff #partly #loquor

[smallnico]

sometimes i'll find myself listening to a description of something in the magnus archives and i'll feel in my bones exactly what johnny sims was looking at when he got the inspiration for something. for example

do i know that this is what inspired michael? no. do i feel very strongly that it was a contributing influence? perhaps

#loquor #tma #also blackhead extraction videos for jane prentiss and her worms

[fr0gg13b413]

I fell in love with hope is holding my heart so gently while i break down in sobs. like it’s going “it’s okay, i know your heart is shattered. but broken things are okay. regardless if things are okay or not, you will be okay.”

#AHHHHHHHH #T^T sobbing #yeah yeah so i finished this read back a few months ago #this was entirely accurate #felt like it was ripping my heart out but really it was just telling me something i desperately needed to hear #i fell in love with hope #poems and quotes #ineptias loquor #book quotes #anderson don’t talk out loud. you lower the iqueue of the whole street. #[the great drafts clean out of spring '23]

[greypetrel]

For the ship meme, how about Fenris and Aisling?

Hello!

... This one is GOOD, OMG.

So, in the fic they actually met and... Let's say I picture Fenris coming to tolerate her. They COULD potentially get together, after LONG.

She's kind, understanding, would respect his boundaries, and he'll help her in being more assertive while making decisions and gain some more self-worth, sure... But. A big but.

Oh, Aisling would be ok in the "Let's hunt slavers!". Definitely so! But, she's also the one that gives second chances to everyone. Which Fenris... Wouldn't necessarily appreciate. (She would refuse to judge Alexius, saying that Felix dying is punishment enough, he has nothing else to fight for, it's pointless to kill him. Picture Fenris' reaction to this.)

Also, the Science Bros thing... Aisling has a tendency of being compliant to a fault and adapting to her loved one, sure. But she has limits she won't budge, and Dorian would definitely be one of those. If Fenris asked her to just leave him be, she would dump him instantly instead, just because he asked her to choose. (the magic thing would be doable, in my canon he's with a mage Hawke after all. Aisling is... Just much more casual than him in using magic. And more flamboyant when the experiments start.)

Also, Aisling's main fear is Abandonment (remember that fic after the Darvaraad?). She WON'T react well to him just... Making love to her and leaving her the morning after. Will 100% blame herself for it, blame her magic... She'll go down on a very, VERY bad hill, and I doubt she'll accept him back as anything more than a friend, when he'll come around. Again, it would be possible, but it would be DIFFICULT.

It would be one of those romances you have to keep the Dragon Age Wiki opened at all time because one wrong sentence and it's over… Picture Blank Space by Taylor Swift. That would be their romance (So it's gonna be forever, / Or it's gonna go down in flames 🎶).

Ship meme

#ship meme #aisling lavellan #fenris #... they'd have a lot of angry sex #I can also picture the scene #Fenris: “I come from Tevinter.” Aisling: “Tevinter?? Cool! Linguam Tevinter loquor! :D ” Fenris: “...” Aisling: “What? :O ”

[nathanielthecurious]

dies durus mihi fuit. docere difficillimum est. saepe energia magna mihi est qua furiosus volo omnia de docendo conari et discere. tum nonnumquam res mediocriter eveniunt et me omnino dubito.

also after spending all day every day talking about latin to kids, i have a craving to talk in latin with other people (who already know how to speak latin)

felicem caput anni ~~

[sextusestmolestus]

I think today I will chase people around while making the noise of the animal I think they look like

#roman #i loquor

[marlequinncos]

I directly translated Astarion's back scars

I'm a language nerd (even when the language is fictional), so I decided to directly translate the sigil that Cazador carved into Astarion's back.

I know you do find out the gist of what the scars mean in-game, but I wanted to translate it letter-by-letter, and then word-by-word.

We know that its a poem written in Infernal, which is the language of devils and the hells. If you translate it from Infernal, you get the following:

"Hoc inferius non iurare per ignis

Haec verba loquor

Et hoc mundo mutat"

As you can see, this is not English; its Latin, which makes sense since its a "magical language". Now, if you translate the Latin to English and fiddle with the grammar a bit, you get something like this:

"This I swear by the fires below

I speak these words

And this changes the world."

Obviously this ties in very closely with Astarion's backstory and I think its very cool that Larian took the time to actually make the scars real text instead of just random texture.

ETA: I want to point out that the "non" in the first Latin sentence doesn't actually make grammatical sense. I think its probably there to look cool/fill in the physical design, because excluding it makes the sentence itself make sense, and its exclusion works in the context of the sigil's purpose. So that's why I omitted it from my translation.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #larian studios #your local tiefling bard is here to translate infernal #the infernal language also looks cool as hell #almost like the letters are calligraphic ambigrams

[loadsofcats]

Just so we’re clear, when I tag my thoughts with “it talks”, I see it in the way that Tumblr is Victor Frankenstein and I am the Creature who just said something incredibly eloquent

#oh! Eloquent can be a latinism for loquor! #yes i’m learning latin and yes that language is a bitch #it talks #thoughts #shitpost

[mynameistocool]

~When in Rome~

Part 1

Pairing: Mobius M Mobius x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

*translated lines

~

You’d seen magic before, of course you have, it was the very being of your spirit. It was your purpose. So just as those two bodies stepped out of that orange glowing door, you knew it was finally your time to fulfil your destiny. The reason you were brought onto this very earth by your mother and father, the reason you harboured so many hardships and so much turmoil.

Looking at the pair as they whispered and bickered between each other, you stood still waiting for your chance to approach and just as your foot left the ground, the black hair god stood forward his long legs jumping on a cart and freeing a cart full of goats before shouting in a foreign language.

“Mihi nomen est Loki. Praefectus consilii ad tempus mutandem. Atque adfero acerbum nuntium ad vos omnes!” *My name is Loki. The commander of time. And I bring bitter news to you all!* he shouted to the unnerving crowd, but the more he spoke, the more you walked, covering your head more and more with your scarf, trying to be unnoticed by all. 

The god's words started to be mixed about speaking in that foreign tongue once more to his… you didn’t know who he was. 

You could hear the rumbling in the background growing larger and larger. An old tail telling that it was the gods speaking to us and reminding us of the offerings, but you knew it was a lie. It was a warning of some sort, something which spiralled wickedly and cruel.

You checked around seeing if anyone also saw the pair, but to your acknowledgment it was only you who could see them. You’ve been chosen… by him. 

You turned the corner and there he stood, the figure you had been giving your whole to. He was the reason you went hungry, the reason you cried and laughed, he was everything you loved and breathed. 

His tall stance and broad shoulders were met with his dark locks and brooding blue eyes. A mischievous glint in his eyes as his hands twitched, a green vapour surrounding them. You looked at his odd choice of clothing, but who were you to judge, he was after all a God. Your God. Your deity. 

“O potens Mercurie, tibi gratias ago quod me praesentia tua benedixeris, quid meruisse tanto honore possum ?”*Oh mighty Mercury, thank you for blessing me with your presence. What can I have done to deserve such honour ?* you fell to your knees, scrambling forward as you whispered small prays holding your necklace tightly, your eyes shining bright with adoration and joy.

Finally, you thought to yourself, finally your talents and your ruthless loyalty have paid off. You were finally being seen for all you’ve done.

“Who is this Loki ?” The grey - hair man beside him spoke, but you ignored the gibberish that came out his mouth, understanding none of it. 

“I’m not exactly certain.” Your god spoke back, but you couldn’t understand him. Why couldn’t you understand his sacred words. You looked up between the two, a pleading look in your eyes. “Mercurous oro, ver- nacula loquor” *Mercury I plead you speak in my mother tongue*

“Loki, what is she saying ?” Mobius muttered under his breath. “She’s speaking Latin, I think ?” Loki answered, looking down at you. “Uhh Salve… Humanum”*uhhh hello… Human* the god muttered, “O Mercurius te intellexi ! Tibi gratias ago tibi vere intellego ... Oportet te cito venire debes” * Oh Mercury, I understand you ! I understand you thank you truly... you must come quickly you must come* you pry at his legs as you rush to your feet, your body griping into his “mi Mercurius” *My dear Mercury,* you smiled at him, tears welling your eyes as you began to drag the man, but he quickly stopped in his tracks making your turn around to face him. 

Was he not here for you ? 

“Ohhh mihi paenitemus o magna una tibi Nymphe, ut venias nimis” *my apologies' oh Great one your Nymph may come too* you bowed your head in the direction of the grey - hair confused nymph and your God began to laugh “what did she say ?” He stepped forward toward the black haired God, “she… thinks you’re my nymph.” He laughed some more. 

“Nymph ?” He looked between the two of you “look I’m not a nymph, my name is Mobius.” he explained to you exaggerating certain words “M-Mobius est valde pulchra nomen.”*M-Mobius is such a pretty name* You give him a short, tight-lipped smile, in which he nodded. 

“What is she saying now ?” He asked Loki looking between the pair of you waiting for translation, “she said your name is very pretty.” Loki shook his head, looking down to his feet waiting for his coworker response, but he heard nothing and instead saw the small glint of awe in his eyes before he cleared his throat, “okay.” Mobius nodded. “Okay ?” Loki repeated his response, “okay.” Mobius nodded again. 

“What happened to the full fear of not changing the timeline, Mobius ?” Loki looked at the man beside him, quirking his brow at his change of morals, “yeah, well she clearly confused, so it doesn’t really matter.” He challenges his own words while saying them.

“Mercuries et Mobius.” *Mercury and Mobius * you smiled and quickly nodded, grabbing the men’s hands tightly, and silver smoke began to swallow around you.

The three of you stood there still in the temple. Your home. You quickly dragged the black haired man and began to show him the shrine dedicated to him. It was decorated in snakes and gold with green and red fabrics draping all the way across the large stone. 

“omnes enim vos”*All for you* you bowed a gleaming smile on your face as you watched the god move in scouring over the shrine focusing on the name engraved on the front. “Mercuries”*Mercury* he muttered before looking to you “Mercuries”*Mercury* his eye widened at the loud sounding rumbling.

“Loki, what is this ?” Mobius came forward, pulling on Loki's lapels, dragging his forward. He must have been tricked and betrayed once again by the God of mischief. “nolite tangere” *Don’t touch him.* You flicked your wrist upward, silver smoke emerging and sending the man back. 

“No, no” Loki muttered, smiling, grabbing your hands and placing them down. “Mobius I have no idea what this possibly could be.” He spoke “tell her… to stop doing that” he groaned as he got up from the cold, hard floor. 

There it was the final rumble, the explosion. “What I do know is we have to go now.” Loki grabbed Mobius hand helping him up, patting him on the back signalling him to hurry up with the temped.

“Mercuries ?” *Mercury ?* You quickly stood in the way of the two  “Non sum qui me putas non sum deus tuus sum Loki deus mali sed Mercuries non sum” *I’m not who you think I am. I’m not your god. I am Loki god of mischief. I am not Mercury* 

“Quid ?”*What ?* you asked, your smile slowly fading. “Mobius hurry we have to go now this volcano is about to erupt.” Loki shouted at his grey haired partner, “I am trying.” He fiddled with the buttons of the tempad.

No. No. No. You won’t be left here. You won’t be left to die. You won’t be left alone, not again you refuse. Not after all you have done, all you have sacrificed, all you have given. You give your life. Your life.

“Vale”*Goodbye* Loki smiled, waving before stepping through the large orange door. You stood up, your hands weak and frail.

The grey haired man turned to look at you. A saddened expression filled his face, he opened his mouth but closed it once more before looking to the floor and heading through the door. 

You looked at the orange glowing door that stayed open for a few moments. This wasn’t meant to happen. It stayed open, the glowing portal called your name like the sun called Icarus.  You inched forward, your hands delving into the orb… it didn’t hurt, you were left unharmed as you pushed your full body through the door. 

Quick noise and fast chattering was all you heard as you appeared on the other side, of bright, blinding lights and a surge of… belonging.

“Mobius ?” Loki tapped his concentrated partner, looking straight at you. “What ?” He turned around to look at his friend worrying concern only to be greeted with you. 

~

#loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #i’m in love #mobius mcu #mobius loki #mobius m mobius #mobius x reader #mobius marvel #mobius #tva loki #loki series #mcu loki #loki spoilers #loki marvel #loki odinson #loki #lokius

[shimyereh]

I just learned that despite the sound similarity, English “talk” is not related to Russian толк/tolk [sense, judgment; talk, rumor] and толковать/tolkovat’ [to discuss, explain, interpret].

“Talk” traces back to the PIE root *dol-, *del- [to aim, calculate, adjust, count], which is also the source of “tale” and “tell”. The “-k” is a frequentative/intensive suffix found in Old and Middle English. Turns out there’s a whole pattern of this! tale --> talk, steal --> stalk, smile --> smirk, hear --> hark… (See also: Proto-Germanic *talōną [to count, recount, tell] vs. *talkōną [to talk, chatter].)

Meanwhile, толк traces back to Proto-Slavic *tъlkъ [interpretation, interpreter], from PIE *telkʷ- [to talk]. That same PIE root is also the source of Latin loquor [I speak, say, talk, declare], via Proto-Italic *tlokʷōr [I speak]. This means Russian толк *is* related to English “loquacious”, “colloquial”, “eloquent”, etc.

#words words words

[awordwasthebeginning]

Therapist: The Liniennetzplan of the Albtal-Verkehrs-Gesellschaft isn't real, it can't hurt you

The Liniennetzplan of the Albtal-Verkehrs-Gesellschaft:

#wtf is that #ich hab iirc noch nie einen nicht-eckigen liniennetzplan gesehen #man beachte bitte die tatsache dass das ding 9(!) verkehrsverbünde abdeckt/schneidet #also ca. 1/3 des öpnv in bawü lol #für sowas ist das 49€-ticket halt schon n segen #maps #german stuff #partly #loquor #public transport

[smallnico]

one thing i dont see people talk about often in bg3 tavspace is which voice you chose for your tav/durge. it's one thing i'm always curious to know!

(esper uses voice 3, for the record. i like how much they mumble)

#loquor #bg3 tav

[fr0gg13b413]

okay but can i seriously look into christian witchcraft or is that actually a sin? i know love is love, but is the line drawn at practical devotion and adoration?

#genuine question #because i’d love to revisit my witchcraft days with a christian lense of praise and prayer #ineptias loquor #i know god is my god #but having a way to express that more hands on i think would help me #if that makes any sense? #christian witch #christianity #witchcraft

[dumbfinntales]

Aliquando mos est mihi nugas scribere apud situm "twitter" vocatur (aut X, si placeat) cum vinum biberem. In mente volvi si aliquid apud tumblr scribere deberem.

Fiat! Homines, en, aspicite vel legite! Vero Latine scribo, sed haud res utiles. Qua malum re scribo nugas? Egone sum garrulus? Nunc loquor? Insanitisne? Videtisne me loquentem? Iamiam scribo, non loquor stultissimi!

Veniam a vobis peto si offendam. Dei mihi facultatem linguam Latinam scribendi sciendique dederunt, sed id abutor. Fateor, peccavi! Vae mihi miseri!

#latin rambles

[libriaco]

Non per tutti

"Non ego loquar omnibus", "Non parlerò a tutti", sembra un buon motto per un libro sui 'giochi di parole' e sugli enimmi, come scrivevo ieri sera, tuttavia credo che l'ing. Premazzi lo usasse anche sugli altri volumi in suo possesso.

La stessa frase, questa volta su un più classico cartiglio, copre l'Albero della Conoscenza in un altro ex libris in cui mi sono imbattuto, e certo il significato che gli attribuiva chi lo ha usato voleva essere ben altro.

Si tratta, in questo secondo caso, dell'ex libris che si trova sui volumi che la vedova, Ernesta Bittanti, e i figli di Cesare Battisti donarono al Comune di Trento, con vincolo di deposito al Museo trentino del Risorgimento.

A guardare nel passato, è una frase, mutata di tempo verbale, che scrisse Petrarca nel secondo capitolo del De vita solitaria, dove però recita: "nec ego loquor omnibus, sed tibi, sed mihi et his paucis quibus hec rara conveniunt." cioè "non mi rivolgo a tutti, ma a te, a me e a quei pochi cui si addicono queste cose eccezionali." E Petrarca stava argomentando sulla bontà della vita solitaria, una vita di studi lontano dal 'volgo'.

F. Petrarca, De vita solitaria [1346::1366],  Milano, Mondadori, 1992 [A cura di M. Noce]

#Battisti C. #Petrarca #ex libris

[daydreamnightmares]

do you know warrior cats?

Subito non loquor communi sermone

#knowledge is worship #wayward sheep