In addition to the fungi, plants, and animals that are already kayeri, the dragonfly has the capacity to become one of these beings.
Kayeri have two wives, and they are attributed to the invention of the coyoweri fruit.

In addition to the fungi, plants, and animals that are already kayeri, the dragonfly has the capacity to become one of these beings.
Kayeri have two wives, and they are attributed to the invention of the coyoweri fruit.
A good fakemon design punches you in the gut with the grief of knowing that you will never see it exist in a real pokemon game and you will never have it on your team with your other favorites
Alexander's parents, Latinus and Olivia. Much like how Alexander is based on Dante Alighieri, Latinus and Olivia are based on Brunetto Latini and Ovid respectfully.
He was likely hallucinating if he wasn’t making it up for fun but the coolest and scariest marine cryptid claim is definitely the giant freezing cold carnivorous flesh blob allegedly encountered by a diver in 1953, who said he watched it eat a shark: “ Suddenly the water became distinctly colder. While the temperature continued to drop with surprising rapidity, I saw a black mass rising from the darkness of the chasm. It floated upwards very slowly. As at last light reached it I could see that it was of dull brown colour and tremendous size, a flat ragged edged thing about one acre in extent. It pulsated sluggishly and I knew that it was alive despite its lack of visible limbs or eyes. Still pulsating, this frightful vision floated past my level, by which time the coldness had become most intense. The shark now hung completely motionless, paralyzed either by cold or fear. While I watched fascinated, the enormous brown thing reached the shark, contacted him with its upper surface. The shark gave a convulsive shiver and was drawn unresisting into the substance of the monster. “
Brown pudding real
The guardians are what avengers stans wanted them to be
i realised i haven't posted it here but i made a site on neocities compiling a bunch of reading guides!!
i've seperated the dc and marvel ones and both have different sections for characters, relationships, and teams and are in alphabetical order. most only have one link but occasionally there are some with multiple.
i also made pages for a bunch of mcu projects because i've seen people who only watch the mcu say that the awkwardness of trying to figure out what to read is stopping them from reading comics as well, and i thought it could maybe help a little bit. that's seperated by phases and then the pages for the projects themselves include reading guides related to it (characters, teams, etc).
it doesn't look. great. this is my first time making a site so it's very simple but i thought it might be useful for some people regardless.
I just had a debate(?) With my girlfriend about this and we want to know what the general consensus is, in your mind, how big is Cerberus
One thing I’ve learned about writing is ”give everything a face”. It’s no good to write passively that the nobility fled the city or that the toxic marshes were poisoning the animals beyond any ability to function. Make a protagonist see how a desperate woman in torn silks climbs onto a carriage and speeds off, or a two-headed deer wanders right into the camp and into the fire. Don’t just have an ambiguous flock of all-controlling oligarchy, name one or two representatives of it, and illustrate just how vile and greedy they are as people.
it’s bad to have characters who serve no purpose in the story, but giving something a face is a perfectly valid purpose.
This is the real heart of “show don’t tell”
My film teacher always says “write visually” and people are so confused what he means. I take it as “don’t explain the events/theme/emotion, write something that exemplifies the events/theme/emotion” ex) I am angry vs I throw the beautiful pot my grandmother made for me on the ground, and it works for me!
An overwhelming theme of Greek mythology seems to be that things used to be better and everything sucks now. Which makes sense when you realize that the Mycenaean Greeks stopped doing big society for whatever reason and their great big palaces were left to crumble and the Greeks of the dark age didn’t know exactly why those were there but they did know that they used to be full of people.
And when they lost their trade routes, they lost their access to tin and couldn’t make bronze anymore and had to use iron instead.
Hesiod coined the term Iron Age. He claimed truly he was living in an age of iron but he meant this as a bad thing. Bronze is prettier than iron. We now know that iron is harder and better in many ways but they didn’t know that. Bronze was just better in their minds.
But by the time the Greeks had started writing down their opinions about all of this, life had started to return to a similar level of impressiveness to the way it used to be. Great big walked city states were created. Culture and trade in the Mediterranean began to be awesome again.
But still in the mythos and the literature was that feeling hanging over everything that the current day and age sucks in comparison to the far past. So when almost every Greek myth ends in tragedy you have to wonder if this was just the natural order of things to them. Things get worse.
In reality things don’t universally get worse, not do they inherently get better with every generation.
And is this an age of iron? And if it is, what does that mean exactly? Are we all doomed by the narrative or not?
Vedic mythology lays a similar premise out explicitly, saying we're in the last of four ages, each worse than the last, and this will end in the pressing of a cosmic reset button, and the whole thing will start again. In the first age, there were no stories, because everything worked how it was meant to; that's why the big two epics are from the second and third ages. We're trapped in the narrative.
Why do the Aztecs need such a horrible mythology with so many apocalypses? One of my sources suggests it was a natural reaction to living in Mesoamerica, an area that combined an impossibly ancient history - three thousand years of civilization by the time the Aztecs came around - with a total failure to invent written history. The Aztecs were surrounded by the ruins of colossal cities - Tula, San Lorenzo, and most of all titanic Teotihuacan. An Aztec warrior in the 15th century couldn't fling a stone from an atl-atl without hitting a godlike ancient city that had been mysteriously destroyed. Eventually you just start thinking in terms of civilizations arising and then being destroyed by angry gods leaving only mysterious stone ziggurats as a fact of nature.
Or imagine you're a medieval European, and you suddenly stumble across the ruins of Rome, having only the barest of legends that such a place even existed. Your first thought might be something like "What happened to them? And how many people do I have to kill to make sure it doesn't happen to me?"
Given that monumental building go back 11 or 12,000 years, over twice as old as the earliest writing, there must have been plenty of ruins inspiring myths of global collapse and decay.
Karen Armstrong, The Great Transformation:
A few elements of the old Minoan and Mycenaean cults remained: there was, for example, a sacred olive tree on the Acropolis. But the thirteenth-century crisis had shattered the old faith. The Greeks had watched their world collapse, and the trauma had changed them. The Minoan frescoes had been confident and luminous; the men, women, and animals depicted had been expectant and hopeful. There were apparitions of goddesses in flowery meadows, dancing, and joy. But by the ninth century, Greek religion was pessimistic and uncanny, its gods dangerous, cruel, and arbitrary. In time, the Greeks would achieve a civilization of dazzling brilliance, but they never lost their sense of tragedy, and this would be one of their most important religious contributions to the Axial Age. Their rituals and myths would always hint at the unspeakable and the forbidden, at horrible events happening offstage, just out of sight, and usually at night. They experienced the sacred in catastrophe, when life was turned inexplicably upside down, in the breaking of taboos, and when the boundaries that kept society and individuals sane were suddenly torn asunder. We can see this dark vision in the terrifying story of the birth of the Greek gods.
These chthonian powers, who lived in the depths of earth, dominated Greek religion during the dark age. In the ninth century, people believed that it was they, not the Olympians, who ruled the cosmos. [...] The Erinyes never entirely lost their hold on the Greek imagination. Long after the dark age, Greeks continued to be preoccupied by tales of men and women who murdered their parents and abused their children. [...] However powerful they became, the Greeks never truly felt that they were in charge of their fate. As late as the fifth century, when Greek civilization was at its peak, they still believed that people were compelled by the Fates, or even by the Olympian gods, to act as they did, and once a crime had been committed, it inflicted untold woes upon innocent human beings who simply happened to live in the polluted environment.
The original formulation of Golden, Silver, Bronze, and Iron Ages by Hesiod (note that there are two Bronze Ages, one simply full of murder and violence, the other coresponding to the age of mythic heroes):
First of all the deathless gods who dwell on Olympus made a golden race of mortal men who lived in the time of Cronos when he was reigning in heaven. And they lived like gods without sorrow of heart, remote and free from toil and grief: miserable age rested not on them; but with legs and arms never failing they made merry with feasting beyond the reach of all evils. When they died, it was as though they were overcome with sleep, and they had all good things; for the fruitful earth unforced bare them fruit abundantly and without stint. They dwelt in ease and peace upon their lands with many good things, rich in flocks and loved by the blessed gods.
But after the earth had covered this generation — they are called pure spirits dwelling on the earth, and are kindly, delivering from harm, and guardians of mortal men; for they roam everywhere over the earth, clothed in mist and keep watch on judgements and cruel deeds, givers of wealth; for this royal right also they received; — then they who dwell on Olympus made a second generation which was of silver and less noble by far. It was like the golden race neither in body nor in spirit. A child was brought up at his good mother's side an hundred years, an utter simpleton, playing childishly in his own home. But when they were full grown and were come to the full measure of their prime, they lived only a little time and that in sorrow because of their foolishness, for they could not keep from sinning and from wronging one another, nor would they serve the immortals, nor sacrifice on the holy altars of the blessed ones as it is right for men to do wherever they dwell. Then Zeus the son of Cronos was angry and put them away, because they would not give honour to the blessed gods who live on Olympus.
But when earth had covered this generation also — they are called blessed spirits of the underworld by men, and, though they are of second order, yet honour attends them also — Zeus the Father made a third generation of mortal men, a brazen race, sprung from ash-trees; and it was in no way equal to the silver age, but was terrible and strong. They loved the lamentable works of Ares and deeds of violence; they ate no bread, but were hard of heart like adamant, fearful men. Great was their strength and unconquerable the arms which grew from their shoulders on their strong limbs. Their armour was of bronze, and their houses of bronze, and of bronze were their implements: there was no black iron. These were destroyed by their own hands and passed to the dank house of chill Hades, and left no name: terrible though they were, black Death seized them, and they left the bright light of the sun.
But when earth had covered this generation also, Zeus the son of Cronos made yet another, the fourth, upon the fruitful earth, which was nobler and more righteous, a god-like race of hero-men who are called demi-gods, the race before our own, throughout the boundless earth. Grim war and dread battle destroyed a part of them, some in the land of Cadmus at seven-gated Thebe when they fought for the flocks of Oedipus, and some, when it had brought them in ships over the great sea gulf to Troy for rich-haired Helen's sake: there death's end enshrouded a part of them. But to the others father Zeus the son of Cronos gave a living and an abode apart from men, and made them dwell at the ends of earth. And they live untouched by sorrow in the islands of the blessed along the shore of deep swirling Ocean, happy heroes for whom the grain-giving earth bears honey-sweet fruit flourishing thrice a year, far from the deathless gods, and Cronos rules over them; for the father of men and gods released him from his bonds. And these last equally have honour and glory.
And again far-seeing Zeus made yet another generation, the fifth, of men who are upon the bounteous earth.
Thereafter, would that I were not among the men of the fifth generation, but either had died before or been born afterwards. For now truly is a race of iron, and men never rest from labour and sorrow by day, and from perishing by night; and the gods shall lay sore trouble upon them. But, notwithstanding, even these shall have some good mingled with their evils. And Zeus will destroy this race of mortal men also when they come to have grey hair on the temples at their birth. The father will not agree with his children, nor the children with their father, nor guest with his host, nor comrade with comrade; nor will brother be dear to brother as aforetime. Men will dishonour their parents as they grow quickly old, and will carp at them, chiding them with bitter words, hard-hearted they, not knowing the fear of the gods. They will not repay their aged parents the cost of their nurture, for might shall be their right: and one man will sack another's city. There will be no favour for the man who keeps his oath or for the just or for the good; but rather men will praise the evil-doer and his violent dealing. Strength will be right and reverence will cease to be; and the wicked will hurt the worthy man, speaking false words against him, and will swear an oath upon them. Envy, foul-mouthed, delighting in evil, with scowling face, will go along with wretched men one and all. And then Aidôs and Nemesis, with their sweet forms wrapped in white robes, will go from the wide-pathed earth and forsake mankind to join the company of the deathless gods; and biitter sorrows will be left for mortal men, and there will be no help against evil.
Manifestation of a baby and adult Boitatá ~🐍✨ A personal interpretation of my favorite folk creature from my country.
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Boitatá is a legendary figure in Brazilian folklore, arising from the anthropomorphization of the “Will-o’-the-wisp” phenomenon that occurs in Brazilian rivers. In each region, it is interpreted differently, but the most popular is that of a fire snake that lives in the waters and protects the forests against those who threaten them, being a type of guardian of the forests. The name Boitatá means “Thing of fire” in the Tupi-Guarani language.
In my fantasy interpretation, I wanted to represent the different shades of colors that fire can assume, depending on the material that is burned.
My rendition of Heracles, better known by his Roman name Hercules, from Greek mythology.
I wanted to capture a few different elements from his myths, such as the nemean lion pelt and hydra blood arrows, while also giving him my own touches and take on the god. His overall design was partially inspired by Guts from Berserk, in fact, with his armor meant to reference greek vase styles.
going through files and oh my god i made this 2 years ago and forgot about it. continuing setanta's vendetta against all dogs
Quest Description: "The King of Darkness swallowed the mysterious giant gem apple, and now takes the form of the legendary tree Mistiltienn... Now more than ever, the world needs Team Kirby! Face off against the mastermind in the final ordeal!"
Heroic Missions: Clear with a party of every role 3 Gem Apples Clear using D-Mind's Revenge gear 6 Gem Apples Clear and earn Platinum 12 Gem Apples Clear after reaching level 70+ 7 Rare Fragments
Honestly this stretching works wonders if you have any minor stiff neck issues. My neck kills me at work weekly and this does help
Normally I try to explain it to people but ima show them this instead.
Its easier
actually i think people need to hear the audio that goes with the toadstool tour clip
Ive reblogged this before but I felt like adding some of my favorite replies/tags