His name is Faro the Flesh Merchant, he used to be a handsome incubus, but he started using his shapeshifting powers to help humans who felt bad about their appearances. He doesn’t mind his new form because he loves helping humans reinvent themselves.
You can trade your unwanted body parts to him and he will give you new ones. He is like a walking character creation screen. He carries around unwanted body parts until he can find someone new who will love them.
lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own
Ok but there was this guy called Ea-nasir who was a total crook and would actually cheat people ought of good copper and sell them shit instead. The amount of correspondences complaining to and about this guy are HILARIOUS.
And we haven’t even touched on the true hilarity of the situation yet. Consider two additional facts:
He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.
The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.
Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).
But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters - hundreds of them - and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?
Not an engraved rock, merely a block of soft clay with the characters pressed into it using a stylus, so there’s wasn’t quite THAT much effort involved. AFAIK these tablets were just dried in the sun rather than properly fired, because as @prokopetz notes they weren’t meant for long-term storage; they were scribbled jotter pages rather than printed formal documents.
Here’s another one; it’s the world’s oldest recipe for beer, part of a poem praising Ninkasi, goddess of brewing, for hopefully making it come out right…
This next image is from
Tavola Mediterranea, showing
gingerbread (yes!) on the left
and something more solid on the right; the webpage doesn’t say so, but IIRC I’ve seen the solid one before, and it’s either carved stone or clay properly fired then polished because it WAS a formal document (some sort of royal or religious edict, I think).
Here’s
T M’s guide to make your own edible cuneiform tablets using gingerbread as clay and whittled chopsticks as styli; they also sell cuneiform rolling-pins…
The inscriptions are from The Epic of Gilgamesh, so while the gingerbread is baking, go to Star Trek NG’s episode “Darmok” and practice your Patrick Stewart Declaiming Stuff voice.
“Gilgamesh, a king…
(Royal Shakespeare Company Intonation, <ENGAGE>)
Gilgamesh. A King. At Uruk…”
As for Ea-Nasir storing all his customer complaints, thus preserving a record of his own bad business practices, what was he up to?
They didn’t have shredders in ancient Babylon, but a couple of slaves with hammers - or even enough Euphrates water to transform unfired clay back into mud - would have done the trick.
Maybe it was a legal requirement, in a culture with quite complex laws, to prove that despite what they said in all these complaints, none of the complainants had ever felt strongly enough about it to take him to court.
Or maybe he just read them now and again for a good laugh at what he’d been able to get away with. Some people are like that…
Honestly in terms of sets? Very little of the Prequels were CGI. Lucas actively attempted to cultivate the idea that he used CGI for everything because he wanted to be perceived as cutting edge. Mustufar? That’s an actual miniature set. The poured jello over the top of neon lights to make the lava. Naboo? Also used miniatures; they used salt instead of water to make the water falls look right at that scale.
Unfinished comic from a long time ago that wasn’t ever going to be completed. It makes absolutely no sense, but honestly in its current state i think it’s the funniest thing so I’m not adding to it.
Anyway.
Posting a video later today. Expect that. Anddd uhh yeah see you then.
Hot take: everyone in the gang is some sort of all powerful being, except for Fred, who is just a dude who managed to harness each of them, befriend them, and rope them into helping him live out his dream of solving mysteries!
Hotter take: Freddy doesn’t actually know. The rest of the gang took those mortal forms to fuck with people but they were so endeared by earnest want to solve mysteries and help people that they’re along for the ride. And hey if Shaggy gets bodyslammed hard enough that it should have snapped his spine and he gets up fine after who notices? And if Velma knows things that she shouldn’t know on occasion, things that would have been impossible to notice without some kind of foresight or omniscience- hey, just a coincidence right? And if Daphne conveniently has a medley of strange skills- hey, rich kids are weird, right? It’s not too far fetched for her to have a hobbyist interest fencing, boxing, ballroom dancing, knitting, sewing, modern and antique fashions, and whatever else is relevant to the case at hand.
And as we all know Scooby Doo is canonically related to an elder god anyways.
I love the development of the canon and headcanons of Scooby Doo have gone gone from “Daphne and Velma are probably dating” to “all the characters on the show are ancient and eldritch beings who found Fred’s hobby so endearing they’ve bound themselves to mortal forms to humor him”