librariansheart asked:

How would you suggest going about creating different religions within the same country in a fictional setting?

In the Stacks Answer:

theticklishpear:

Always remember that religions are based on their environment and the culture’s social norms. A religion growing in a tropical forest is going to be different from a religion expanding through the tundra, and the social norms—what’s accepted and what’s not—are also going to differ. Those behaviors are going to be reflected in the teachings of the religion; the environment may give you an idea of things that might be revered. It could be a common animal that they see watching them, or an animal that’s rarely seen that’s considered a treat to view or hunt, or a seldom-found rain, or even sunlight if it’s exceptionally important to the growing of their crops.

Try to provide a variety of religions—not too many pantheons and not too many monotheistic religions. Religions around the world are different, but they frequently share similar threads of ideas. Here’s a tip: Consider tying tiny elements of religions of neighboring countries together—not a lot, but a few. The closeness of countries greatly increases how much cultural diffusion happens.

I hope this helped! If you’re still wondering about how to get that diversity or where to start with building your own religion, let’s talk about it!

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dylanmeconis:

Monsters & Dames: Slow Day in the Labyrinth on Flickr.
My piece for the “Monsters and Dames” book, a themed collected of art by exhibitors at the 2012 Emerald City Comicon. Many contributions involve super-sexy ladies being menaced, so I tried for a slightly sweeter and more oblique take.
EDIT:  Some folks have asked me if there’s a print available of this image. Yup! It’s right here in the ole’ store.

dylanmeconis:

Monsters & Dames: Slow Day in the Labyrinth on Flickr.

My piece for the “Monsters and Dames” book, a themed collected of art by exhibitors at the 2012 Emerald City Comicon.

Many contributions involve super-sexy ladies being menaced, so I tried for a slightly sweeter and more oblique take.

EDIT:  Some folks have asked me if there’s a print available of this image. Yup! It’s right here in the ole’ store.

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keepmywhiskeyneat:

TRUE STORY
One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

keepmywhiskeyneat:

TRUE STORY

One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

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azalea-in-time:

When you go to a haunted house, it may seem like you’re being funny by trying to scare the actors or jump out at them when you go through a second time, but guess what? ITS NOT FUNNY.

You pay us to scare you. It is your choice to go, so don’t fucking go through if you’re going to ignore the rules and get too close to the actors as a ‘joke’.

These bruises happened because over the course of 4 hours, several people ignored the instructions that CLEARLY stated that they were to wait in the front room until told otherwise. Rather than listen, they ran into the next room and slammed into me- effectively throwing me into the wall. This didn’t only happen once. It happened ten times at LEAST.

Then we had this asshole who thought that once I ‘died’ for the haunt, he could pretend to kick me to see if I’d moved. I, being used to people abusing me- jumped back and slammed my head into the concrete wall.

YOU ARE NOT FUNNY BY BEING RUDE AT A HAUNTED HOUSE. WE ARE PAID ACTORS THAT YOU CHOOSE TO COME AND SEE PERFORM. YOU PAY US TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, SO DONT HIT US WHEN WE DO

I feel that this is relevant considering it is October and more Haunted Houses are opening up. I know it seems funny to scare the ‘monsters’ but all you do is hurt real people. So stop.

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dduane:

kuroba101:

secchiona:

buttergin:

still the best reference disney ever made

Haha wow. What movie is this?!

Treasure Planet.

One of Disney’s more obscure films but so worth it.

Love this reference more every time I see it. :)

To my way of thinking, Treasure Planet is very underrated: it’s not at all bad as an adaptation, it’s overall a very beautiful film in the graphic-arts sense, and the voice cast (David Hyde Pierce, Emma Thompson, Brian Murray, Joseph Gordon-Levitt) cast do excellent work with their characters. If it didn’t do well, I think that’s secondary to Disney (a) suddenly getting cold feet because they weren’t sure how to market it, and then (b) shoving it out the door without almost any decent marketing at all.

(And if someone nearby can reduce me to hysterical gasping laughter with merely the line "Spaceport floozies! Spaceport floozies!", then that’s my fault and nobody else’s.)

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"

Early morning in the apartment. The birds aren’t up yet. Dawn is negotiating. All is quiet.

But 5 AM is the Hour of the Ninja, and Benjamin T. Cat* is ever vigilant.

First he has to check the studio table, and make sure no ninjas are hiding behind paintbrushes, jars of medium, or tubes of paint. Ninjas can fit in astonishingly small spaces. Knocking them off the table is the best way to make sure.

Groggy unhappy noises come from the bed. Ben leaps up to investigate that his human is not currently under ninja attack. This is best achieved by sitting on the human’s chest.

"…nngggh…get off, you bastard….zzzz…"

Pleased that his human has survived the ninja apocalypse, Ben purrs. But the price of freedom is eternal vigilance! Ninjas could be hiding under the blankets, just waiting! Best to make sure by pacing across the bed a few times.

"….damnit, cat…"

The bed is safe. Ben leaps down and investigates several boxes under the studio table. They were clean yesterday, and the day before, but the ninjas are probably trying to lure him into a false sense of security. Better root through them, just in case.

"…I kill you dead…"

Boxes secured, there’s a suspicious plastic bag that the human brought home yesterday. Prime ninja breeding ground! Everyone knows ninjas love plastic! Ben leaps to the attack, crinkling the bag loudly. No ninjas will breed here today.

"…for the love of God, Ben, it’s five AM…"

Ben leaps to the nightstand and rubs his cheek against the lampshade. It’s a Tiffany lampshade, so it goes “Clunk…clunk…clunk…” and provides a satisfying surface to leave a nice scent mark so the ninjas know this is HIS territory. Ninjas have no respect for property rights, but still, Ben doesn’t have to sink to their level. He rubs the other cheek. Clunk.

"…Five more minutes, Ben. Please."

Satisfied that the Hour of the Ninja has passed, and he has done his duty, Ben sits back on his haunches and vents his wild miaow, as a warning to the ninjas, wherever they may hide.

And what’s this? His human is getting up to feed him? Glory be! Pleased with recognition of an awesome task well done, Ben weaves around his human’s ankles all the way to the food dish. Life is good.

"
- Ursula Vernon (via fuckyeahursulavernon)

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 The smallrus is tiniest of the seal family, not much larger (and rather similiar in shape) to the garden slug. They prefer damp areas with large amounts of water, like well-watered gardens with fish ponds, and can often be seen sporting in puddles and bird baths, making their typical call (a sort of squeaky bellow.*) Any gardener is generally delighted to see the smallrus appear, as the occasional nibble of a leaf is more than made up for by their ability to keep down the number of mosquito larvae and other small aquatic nuisances.
This is so my ex-husband’s fault.
One day he was wandering around singing “I am the smallrus!”
"How big is a smallrus?" I asked.
"Very, very tiny."
"Awww."
"They’re bred as sock warmers. You can put your socks on the smallri to keep warm."
"AWWWWW!"
"They purr."
"AWWWWWWWWWWW!"
And just when I was thinking that I had misjudged this man for ten whole years, that he was capable of great depths of adorableness, that his capacity for cuteness was far beyond anything I’d guessed, and he’d merely been hiding it behind a facade of mild pervesion and non-sequitor—
"And they’re great with honey-mustard sauce!"
*sigh*
As my friend Kathy said, “He is capable of great flights of whimsy, you just can’t listen all the way to the end.”  -Ursula Vernon
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*Inhale a good lungful of helium and yell “GRONK!” and you’ve about got it.

 The smallrus is tiniest of the seal family, not much larger (and rather similiar in shape) to the garden slug. They prefer damp areas with large amounts of water, like well-watered gardens with fish ponds, and can often be seen sporting in puddles and bird baths, making their typical call (a sort of squeaky bellow.*) Any gardener is generally delighted to see the smallrus appear, as the occasional nibble of a leaf is more than made up for by their ability to keep down the number of mosquito larvae and other small aquatic nuisances.

This is so my ex-husband’s fault.

One day he was wandering around singing “I am the smallrus!”

"How big is a smallrus?" I asked.

"Very, very tiny."

"Awww."

"They’re bred as sock warmers. You can put your socks on the smallri to keep warm."

"AWWWWW!"

"They purr."

"AWWWWWWWWWWW!"

And just when I was thinking that I had misjudged this man for ten whole years, that he was capable of great depths of adorableness, that his capacity for cuteness was far beyond anything I’d guessed, and he’d merely been hiding it behind a facade of mild pervesion and non-sequitor—

"And they’re great with honey-mustard sauce!"

*sigh*

As my friend Kathy said, “He is capable of great flights of whimsy, you just can’t listen all the way to the end.”  -Ursula Vernon

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*Inhale a good lungful of helium and yell “GRONK!” and you’ve about got it.

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