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Tombstones of Ancient Roman Dogs

Aeolidis tumulum festivae cerne catellae, quam dolui inmodice raptam mihi praepete fato.

Behold the tomb of Aeolis, the cheerful little dog, whose loss to fleeting fate pained me beyond measure.

Raeda[r]um custos numquam latravit inepte. nunc silet et cineres vindicat um- bra suos.

This guard of the coaches never barked unsuitably. Now he is silent and his shade protects his ashes.

Quam dulcis fuit ista quam benigna quae cum viveret in sinu iacebat somni conscia semper et cubilis o factum male Myia quod peristi latrares modo si quis adcubaret rivalis dominae licentiosa o factum male Myia quod peristi altum iam tenet insciam sepulcrum nec sevire potes nec insilire nec blandis mihi morsib(us) renides.

How sweet and friendly she was! While she was alive she used to lie in the lap, always sharing sleep and bed. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! You would only bark if some rival took the liberty of lying up against your mistress. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! The depths of the grave now hold you and you know nothing about it. You cannot go wild nor jump on me, and you do not bare your teeth at me with bites that do not hurt.

Portavi lacrimis madidus te nostra catella, quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus. ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis osculla mille nec poteris collo grata cubare meo. tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis, morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam; perdidimus quales, hei mihi, delicias. tu dulcis, Patrice, nostras attingere mensas consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos, lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus, accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

Bedewed with tears I have carried you, our little dog, as in happier circumstances I did fifteen years ago. So now, Patrice, you will no longer give me a thousand kisses, nor will you be able to lie affectionately round my neck. You were a good dog, and in sorrow I have placed you in a marble tomb, and I have united you forever to myself when I die. You readily matched a human with your clever ways; alas, what a pet we have lost! You, sweet Patrice, were in the habit of joining us at table and fawningly asking for food in our lap, you were accustomed to lick with your greedy tongue the cup which my hands often held for you and regularly to welcome your tired master with wagging tail.

Source: Electronic Archive of Greek and Latin Epigraphy

Happy Hanukkah!

And happy birthday Ozzy!

Inktober 2016

Its that time of the year again! I’ll be compiling helpful stuff here for everyone. 

First off! The guidelines from @mrjakeparker​

And some art prompts! This year we’ve got official art prompt from Mr. Jake Parker! How cool is that? 

Additional Art Prompts I found here. You can search for more here in Tumblr using “Inktober Prompts” as the tag.

And some helpful stuff to those who will use watercolors and inks :D

Great List of Waterproof Pens To Ink With

For more info check the official page here

Happy inking!

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Ehhh?

Do you ever just wanna cry because the cutest greatest girl, the first you've had crush in life, is straight? ;-;

So I drew Keith in the same au as the last post! I went with the theory of him being half Galra and half Altean, which is why his ears are the way they are. Pidge calls him Night Kitty.

He’s not an orphan at the beginning but his father was a spy and his mother is eventually killed because of it. Keith wasn’t killed too because he was in the castle with the others.

Every post where it says “history books leave this out” and “historians are trying to hide this from us” is just code for “I have literally never picked up a history book outside of high school history class in my entire life”

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