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pic-a-roon · 1 year

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z3llfipuis4q0r · 1 year

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cuterozhok · 2 years

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aapaww · 1 year

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Let's steal potato chips together under the guise of gathering evidence

#roonie the raccoon #roonie #picaroon the raccoon #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth oc #that's not a cigarette #it's a lollipop #my art

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thewardenofwinter · 1 year

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flip-flopping between projects is fine and dandy but can cause some problems if your books take place in completely different time periods. like i'm adding some dialogue into my pirate novel and i'll throw in a 'dude' here and there, maybe a little 'that's sick' now and then.

and THEN i'll be adding 1700s slang into my modern-day novels like 'landlubbers' and 'hornswoggled.'

#morana's maundering #why am i like this #sometimes i be calling people knaves and picaroons irl #never let them know your next move

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themaresnest-dumblr · 2 years

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Raiders Of The Lost Island Consignment Shop - Part 95

PART NINETY SIX TO FOLLOW!

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regicidal-defenestration · 4 months

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No-one else is doing it like Doctor Who and the Pirates

Sixth Doctor, spoken: One can almost say that I am the very model of a Gallifreyan buccaneer.

(jaunty music begins)

Evelyn, spoken: Oh no, you are going to sing!

Sixth Doctor, spoken: Well, yes I am!

Sixth Doctor, singing:

I... am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

I've information on all things a Gallifreyan holds most dear.

I've linked into the Matrix through its exitonic circuitry,

I understand dimensional and relative chronometry.

I'm very well acquainted too with matters of the Capitol,

I'll give you verse and chapter on Panopticonian protocol,

I've been into the Death Zone and I've played the Game of Rassilon--

(Rassilon? Assilon, Bassilon-- ah ha!)

With pestilential monsters that I got a lot of hassle from!

Chorus: With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle hassle from!

Sixth Doctor:

I understand each language and I speak every vernacular.

I'll conjugate each verb obscure, decline each line irregular.

In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear,

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

I've tackled shady Castellans with devious behavior.

I've sparred with Time Lord chancellors like Thalia, Goth, or Flavia.

In fact on some occasions I've held office Presidentally,

'though maybe I won't mention I was ousted out eventually.

I know just how it feels to be a wanted man and on the run,

but wouldn't leave the carefree buccaneering life for anyone.

Though sometimes my adventures seem absurdly operatical--

(Operatical? Hatical... patical-- ah ha!)

With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical.

Chorus: With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratic-ratical!

Sixth Doctor:

I've sailed the seven seas of Earth and all the oceans of the Moon,

my trusty true Type-40 is my Gallifreyan picaroon.

But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear?

I wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear? We wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

But....

I've defeated evil robots such as Daleks, Quarks, and Cybermen.

I've overthrown dictators from Tobias Vaughn to Mavic Chen.

I've rescued helpless maidens from the devestating Viking hordes.

Vanquished Autons.... Axons... Daemons... Krotons.... Monoids, Vampires, Voords.

I've liberated planets and delivered them from total war.

Saved Earth, Manussa, Dulkis, Skonnos, Earth, Tigella, Earth once more.

In short I know I am the truest Rassilonian legate

(Legate? Decate...Hecate...Hecate? Mm. Not sure if that's canonical... Ah ha, I have it!)

And so to Time Lords all I say remember me to Gallifrey!

Chorus: A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Galli-Gallifrey!

Sixth Doctor:

I'm not content to just observe, I am a bold adventurer.

Though other Time Lords mock this Gallifreyan interventioner.

I know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

Chorus: We know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

#story of all time to me #they also did a parody of I am the Pirate King which we love to see #sounds #doctor who #big finish #doctor who and the pirates #six

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blue-hamble · 6 months

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Must all pirates be filled only with jest and rowdiness and fun? Is it not enough to look to the sea and sky, and yearn?

Uisge regards your questions with a smile as he absently plucks at his instrument. Even when he normally speaks, his voice is rich and melodious--soft without a melody to follow. Roses fail to completely mask the sharp scent of malt and ashes. (lore below the cut)

"Uisge" grew up with a different name, in a small Ice clan that was close-knit but not particularly affectionate. He was fascinated by fiction, specifically romantic art and music (of which his own family didn't show too much interest). He would devour books and pictures and performances with gusto. He threw his lot with the first wandering ship that came by, and started his career as a bard among pirates! Uisge learned a lot and was happy, despite the occasional brush with danger. He grew fond of his crewmates and delighted in performing to an enthusiastic audience (even salty sea dogs can shed a tear for love!); he named himself and took the surname "Chladach" after the ship. One evening, a touch too tipsy, Uisge decided to sneak off the ship and fool around with fellow enthusiasts of song and soliloquy. He awoke to news of ash, and the charred remains of his ship and crewmates--an attack in the night from old rivals had taken them by surprise, leaving no survivors. In sorrow Uisge turned back to the taverns and pubs that saved his life and mourned. His lyre and voice carried his pain and made him a fairly popular performer. Tales of a "lovelorn picaroon" yearning for something to ease the heartbreak of a lost home, penning dozens of songs and burning these unsent letters in hopes their ashes will reach the intended dead. Ultimately Uisge mourns that he cannot seem to stop mourning. His habits of imbibing alcohol and casual arson leave much to be desired, and his persistently lovelorn works (though quite popular! and indeed very good) do not soften his grief. Presently he has befriended Captain Emerald, a corsair and captain of the Tsunami Gem. Emerald had recommended to him the services of a sort-of ghost (?) therapist, Neomeris, and it seems to be doing quite a lot of good! He is not a formal member of the crew, but often travels with them.

#flight rising #fr #flight rising dragon #fr dragon #imperial dragon #fr imperial #flight rising imperial #fr clan lore #flight rising clan lore #clan cloud brush #clan lore

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mad-doodle-disease · 5 hours

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//content warning: starvation, neglect, cannibalistic(?, it's toon on cog) ideations byrd cage

timmy riddle leaned back in his cell, gazing over at the sellbot in the large cell desperately attempting to break the bars of their cage.

timmy riddle: youve been at this for days, winston. those bars are not gonna break. winston byrd: t-t-they have to-o-o! i need... fr-freeeee...dom... timmy riddle: nobodys gonna come, winston. they haven't fed me or haven't come to beat you up in WEEKS. i dont think you've noticed, but i've been surviving off rats that scurry near or inside my cell.

timmy jostled his cells bars for emphasis, making the cobblestone around it shake a bit.

timmy riddle: RATS. do you understand how LITTLE a rat is, winston!? how little meat you can pick from them, how rancid that meat is... especially raw!? i am STARVING.

winston whimpered a bit, scratching at their exposed teeth anxiously.

winston byrd: this-th-this... isn't like yo-o-ou, tim-tim-timmy... timmy riddle: oh, cry me a river, winston! i think i've earned the right to be a little snappy, your captors... MY elders ABANDONED US for some... stupid unknown reason!?

timmy chuckles, a bit of desperation in his eyes as he stares winston down from across the dungeon.

timmy riddle: if one of our cell bars do end up breaking, you better oik-ing hope its yours that breaks first. that or you better hope you're powered off when mine breaks. i've always wondered what cog metal tasted like... i'd rather eat your gears than suffer through another RAT-

right as timmy was beginning to yell, the both of them went silent as they heard the faint sound of a wooden door being busted off it's hinges. the wooden door... the wooden door leading inside dungeon! the two of them slowly moved their stares from eachother, and gazed over at the cobblestone staircase leading upwards to the outside world.

a moment of shocked silenced passed, someone was actually coming!? timmy and winston began to shake and bang on their cell bars, yelling and trying to make as much noise as possible. to their ecstasy, they heard the echoed sounds of slow, heavy footsteps making it down the staircase.

a mysterious lawbot walked through the stairwell, immediately locking eyes with winston from across the room. timmy stumbled backwards in shock at the fact it was a COG, but still attempted to get his attention anyway. the lawbot made fast strides across the room before reaching winston's cell, completely disregarding timmy's existence as if he didn't even notice him.

???: i knew you would be here, right where those picaroons left you.

after around a minute of trying to manually unlock the cell with no success, the lawbot sighed and took a couple steps backwards, readying his hand.

???: stand back unless you wish to be immolated.

winston byrd stood still for a moment, trying to figure out what "immolated" meant, but as soon as they saw the embers begin to form at the lawbot's fingertips they got the hint at stepped backwards. as soon as winston was a safe distance away, the bars of their cell was engulfed in flames, making them glow brightly from the heat coursing through the metal. a few quick strikes of the burning metal malformed it enough for winston to squeeze through.

despite the words forming in his throat, the lawbot didn't even need to order winston to squeeze through the burning metal. winston did so almost immediately, all too eager to be free from their cage even if it meant burning their already damaged steel bones.

???: my name is prester virgi-

immediately once freed, winston practically tackled the lawbot to the floor, wrapping their entire body around them while almost crying. timmy watched, laughing his head off.

winston byrd: THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU... (cont.) prester virgil: i did not give you permission to touch me you... you... DEVIANT! timmy riddle: get a room, haha! ew! winston byrd: c-can we bring tim-tim-timmy with us? prester virgil: what

winston motioned their head over to timmy's cage, who was still laughing at the prospect of cog intimacy like a madman.

timmy riddle: diddly-doo, diddly dee! you are now enchanted to free me! prester virgil: absolutely not. winston byrd: b-b-but why-y-y!? he's my fun-fun-funny fri-iend! prester virgil: i would rather die by the maws of those amalgamations outside than allow a fiendish toon my mercy. winston byrd: bu-but he's ni-ice! timmy riddle: come on man it's my birthday just let me out of my cage ple- did you say amalgamations what do you mean by that.

they ended up taking timmy riddle.

#winston byrd #timmy riddle #prester virgil #toontown au #infection au

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hildathesaint · 1 year

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Perkūnas

The Lithuanian god of Thunder

Attributes: lighting, storms, the sky, an axe or sledgehammer

Animals: goat

Plants: oak

Colours: black, white, grey

The sky deity of the Baltic religion, Perkūnas, is regarded as a fertility god and the guardian of law and order apart from being the god of thunder and lightning. Perkūnas is the most important Lithuanian god, and is the central figure in the Pantheon. The oak, which is the tree most frequently struck by lightning, is regarded as sacred to him.

Perkunas is usually depicted as a middle-aged man riding a two-wheeled cart with goats. In some accounts, the thunder god is seen driving a flaming horse or a cart of white and red horses through the skies. He would be identified by the constellation of Ursa Major.

On his heavenly chariot, Perkunas is holding a goat with one hand while he uses an axe or horn on the other.

Mythology

Folklore usually emphasises that Perkūnas is a patron of weather, he lives between the heaven and the earth in the clouds, he commands the thunder and lightning. Thus Perkūnas occupies the centre of the structure of the universe, becomes the master of the atmosphere (Perkūnas is correspondingly associated with the heaven and the devil - Velnias with the earth, underground, water). Perkūnas possesses a two-wheeled cart harnessed by two goats or horses , and rides through the sky , the sound of the wheels often causes thunder. Perkūnas strikes and chases the devil or devils, though often it is said that this animosity is based on personal grounds because of a certain act the devil committed (theft, insult, abduction of Vaiva, as mentioned below).

An important function of Perkūnas is to fight Velnias. He is sometimes considered the antithesis of Perkūnas and is the god of the underworld and death. Christianity considers "Velnias" akin to their "devil", though this is not in line with ancient beliefs.

Perkūnas pursues his opponent, Velnias, for picaroon or theft of fertility and cattle. Velnias hides in trees, under stones, or turns into various animals: a black cat, dog, pig, goat, lamb, pike, cow or a person to avoid Perkūnas.

Perkūnas pursues an opponent in the sky on a chariot, made from stone and fire (Lithuanian ugnies ratai). Sometimes the chariot is made from red iron.

Perkūnas possesses many weapons. They include an axe or sledgehammer, stones, a sword, lightning bolts, a bow and arrows, a club, and an iron or fiery knife. Perkūnas is the creator of the weapons (Akmeninis kalvis, "the stone smith") or he is helped by the heavenly smith Televelis (Kalvelis).

Perkūnas simultaneously is given the function of the patron of fertility, when he rolls his thunder for the first time in spring the grass starts growing, the processes of vegetation begin, Perkūnas also appears in the wedding symbolism. One other function of Perkūnas is keeping justice. He chases devils but he also punishes bad people, fights evil spirits and keeps the order of the universe.

According to ancient tradition, people who were struck by lightning were protected from devils. The objects that were struck by lightning were also used to cure various ailments, such as fever, toothache, and anxiety. Perkūnas is thus seen as a god of healing as well as destruction.

In some songs Perkūnas, on the way to the wedding of Aušrinė (dawn; the daughter of the Sun), strikes a golden oak. The oak is a tree of the thunder god in the Baltic mythology. Lithuanian Perkūno ąžuolas or Latvian Pērkona ozols ("oak of Perkūnas") is mentioned in a source dated to the first half of the 19th century.

Perkūnas is also connected to Thursday. Thursday is the day of the Thunderer in many traditions: compare Polabian Peräune-dǻn ("day of Perun"), Lithuanian Perkūno diena. Perkūnas is associated with the Roman god Jupiter in early sources. Thursday is a day of thunder-storms and rains, and also of weddings.

Family

In most myths, Perkūnas’s wife is Žemyna, the goddess of the earth. In some myths, Perkūnas would expel his wife and children and then remain in the sky by himself. The reason for this is that Perkūnas was given the responsibility of the stones in the sky whose rumbling and rubbing against each other tend to generate thunder and lightning during storms.

In songs about a "heavenly wedding" Saulė is married to Perkūnas amd cheats on Perkūnas with Mėnulis (the Moon); Perkūnas splits Mėnulis in half with a sword, which accounts for the moon phases we see today.

According to another, more popular version, Mėnulis cheats on the Sun with Aušrinė (the morning star) just after the wedding, and Perkūnas punishes him. However, he does not learn and repeats the adultery and is punished again every month. Other explanations say it is why the Sun shines during the day and the Moon at night. Though divorced, both want to see their daughter Žemyna (the Earth).

Some stories claim that Perkūnas and a woman known as Vaiva or the rainbow were supposed to get married but the bride was kidnapped by Velnias, the god of the underworld. Since then, Perkūnas has been hunting Velnias. Some stories also claim that there are four sons of Perkunas who are representative of the four seasons or the four cardinal directions. Sometimes there are seven or nine Perkūnai referred to as brothers. It is said in Lithuanian "Perkūnų yra daug" ("there are many thunders").

#Lithuanian mythology #baltic mythology #baltic paganism #perkūnas #Perkunas #thunder god #Lithuanian deities #thunder #lightning #paganism #witchblr #paganblr #mythology and folklore #mythology

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pic-a-roon · 2 years

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Spidy 🕷

#picaroon #halloween #spiderman

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sequestered-song-skirmish · 9 months

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Round 2 Poll 5

Picaroon：　「This song makes me want to dance and spin around! Gives me that sort of giddy feeling. Also the bit in the middle with the distorted guitar is so good. The lyrics are about someone who lives with anxiety, who wishes they could just find peace. Mclean is a franco-ontarian artist from Sudbury, and it makes me so happy that he's authentic and creates music that's part of our culture.」

... The Unopened Email To God：

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#poll #mclean #the paper chase #underground music #musique #Bandcamp #Youtube

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cuterozhok · 2 years

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[STILL OPEN]

I'm opening traditional comms like this ⬆️ only for $5

All money will be send to help Ukraine during war

DM me to take one!

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic art #sonic commission #art commission #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #shadouge #espio the chameleon #roonie the raccoon #picaroon the raccoon #sonic fan character #sonic oc #my art

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hermitdrabbles56 · 2 years

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Here's another snippet that I don't know if I'm ever going to use it or not. But it's funny.

"Get the fuck away from me you Picaroon! I do not need your fucking help." Wind screeches as he flails his arms, trying to both shoo away and half heartedly clock the captain so the older hero will leave him alone.

"You're bandaging it all wrong…also what the fuck is a Picaroon?"

"You! You're a picaroon! And I know how to bandage a cut for fuck sakes I went on a journey too remember!?"

Legend let's out a heavy sigh as he watches the two blondes fall further into their bickering. His ears ringing ever so slightly when Wind's voice hit those high notes of frustration and vague insult.

"Would you two chill!" Wild snaps from where he's crouched by the cooking pot. Twilight sat down beside him and staring blankly at the fire. His ears flicked downward and twitching with every little sound.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind #lu twilight #lu legend #lu #fic snippets #hermit writes

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winterhollowpublicradio · 6 months

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#alternate reality game #arg #[PROTOCOL.RESCUE]

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themaresnest-dumblr · 2 years

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Raiders Of The Lost Island Consignment Shop - Part 94