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song-of-the-whitewolf · 9 months
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matt0044 · 2 months
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"Origins" or "Stormy Weather." Which better introduces one to Miraculous?
The way Season 1 was ordered generally was not unlike a lot of other French Animated series where they decided to jump straight into the status quo of heroes vs. villains.
Code Lyoko, Team Galaxy, Totally Spies, Martin Mystery, all shows that generally have us roll along with the notion of youths being on weird adventures and entrusted with powers beyond normal comprehension.
Thus Miraculous delaying the origin story is more par for the course than others realize. Additionally, both “Stormy Weather” and “The Bubbler” are set up as good introductions to our female and male leads respectively.
“Stormy Weather” introduces Marinette as a babysitter, Alya, her having it bad for Adrien and how Ladybug empowers her. We also see Adrien, the image of the Gabriel brand, before he feels more free as the dandy wannabe Chat Noir.
“The Bubbler” shows Adrien’s side of his life from Nino being the bro he needs, Chloe being Chloe, Nathelie caring for him and Gabriel’s status as a tightwad.
Mind you, Origins is a solid 40+ minutes together that does a lot of the above and serves the show best in today’s Streaming Age (for all the good it’s become). We have more shows that start with an episode or two that explains it all, giving us a solid footing for what’s to come.
Heck, I love how the first scene gives a taste of the mythos by way of Nooroo explaining to Hawk Moth before we are introduced to our villain in such a short time: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PcCyRZMfAuA
So… yeah. Which one wins?
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crystallinedreamshop · 2 months
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Puffy Crystal Hearts 💕💎
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diversojewellery · 1 month
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"We bare bears" fans hear me out!
What if there was a keychain inspired by Ice Bear?
And guess what, I have made one especially for you💖
Reshares are appreciated✨
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terivarhol · 2 years
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“Heart And Soul” 
(Numinous Diaries, 2020)
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bowieisworried · 2 years
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TAEMIN | Stone Heart VCR
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Stone Heart - Part One
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Moodboard by @acrossthesestars
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Tags: Just pure cotton candy fluff
Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU
Author’s Note: You can thank @letterfromvienna for encouraging me to turn this silly little idea from a throwaway idea to a two part bit of self-indulgent, romantic fluff, and for contributing some wonderful ideas and bits of dialogue. Thank you also to @acrossthesestars for endless support in the form of proofreading, hand holding, and mood board making. I love you so much, my crow. 🖤
Steven can’t remember the first time he decided to take his break in the classical statuary gallery rather than the usual staff canteen. He’d tried eating there first, hoping to befriend some of his new coworkers. Months into working at the British Museum though, most of them remain politely disinterested in getting to know him.
He’d tried, really he had. Memorizing the names of their kids, remembering birthdays, letting them vent about their days. He’d even tried to organize after hours meet ups but after one too nights sitting at a bar surrounded by empty stools, silent phone in hand, he’d given up. He’s too talkative, too excitable, too… much.
It’s easier this way, retreating to the overlooked room tucked behind the Parthenon sculptures. That area is always swarmed with guests eager to see the Elgin Marbles. Steven avoids it. The idea of all those stolen artifacts in one place makes his neck itch. Granted, the museum is filled with those sorts of objects but somehow the sculptures and friezes in that room (at least, the ones not missing their heads) seem to glare down at him accusingly.
He much prefers your gallery. Sunlight streams in from banks of antique windows, painting the marble-clad room in shifting shades as the light changes. Blush pink and champagne gold in the morning, cool green in the afternoon when it filters in through vining ivy. His favorite time to visit is in the velvety blue nighttime when the lights are dimmed and moonlight glints off milk-white stone. It’s magical then, easier to imagine that the statues are just on the verge of leaping out of the shadows, bending closer to hear his late-night chatter.
Each one is familiar. The hunter, endlessly pursuing a stag he’ll never reach. The musician strumming her lyre. The bull-headed minotaur pondering his strange existence (“You and me both, mate.”) Steven’s walked the floor enough times to know them all from every angle. Knows every raised stone eyebrow and deceptively animated hand gesture. Time and again though, he finds himself drawn to the far left corner.
To you.
“Hullo!” He greets you with a half-wave and a shy smile, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand as always. “What’ve I missed?”
He eats slowly, contentedly, imagining you telling him about the day’s visitors or any new additions to the gallery. He’s not mad. He knows you’ll never truly speak to him. Your lips may be quirked in amusement, your eyes kind and somehow knowing, but you’re still a statue.
But hey, everyone has their flaws and Steven, spending his breaks on the bench beside your plinth, isn’t one to judge. You’re a good listener and while he wishes he could be the same for you, he appreciates the patient way you let him natter on. He tells you about his days, the postcards his mum sends, dogs he stopped to pet on his way in to work. Most of all, he tells you about his work in the museum.
“Did you see that new Ennead poster they have downstairs? It’s missing two of the gods. Two! I mean, I know marketing is busy but that’s a bit of an oversight, innit?”
“I told you about Donna, yeah? My boss in the gift shop? She’s making me stay late for inventory. Again. And the inventory she’s got me doing - you should see it. Boxes and boxes of Anubis plushies, just piles of the things. I’m all for getting the kids interested but it just seems weird to have little stuffed death gods all over the place.”
“You’ll never believe it. Remember the new hire I told you about? AJ? They quit. They didn’t even make it two weeks and oh, you should have seen Donna’s face when they told her off. It’s almost worth the extra shifts I’ve had to pick up.”
“Oh, I meant to tell you. The museum cafe has a gelato section now. You probably didn’t have gelato. Erm, like, a softer ice cream sort of thing? But I guess you didn’t have ice cream either… I don’t either, really. But they do have some nice fruit sorbets. Oo, like this mango raspberry one…”
It’s not all museum talk, though. Steven talks to you about archaeology journals he’s read, discoveries made and theories shared. He makes an effort to share details relevant to what he imagines to be your origin, but that’s proven difficult.
The plaque beneath your feet is scant on details (“Stone Maiden. Date unknown. Artist unknown. Marble.”) and even his own research hasn’t turned up much additional information. According to a researcher in the Antiquities department, experts disagree on when your sculpture was made, and even how. It’s so detailed, almost uncannily so, leading experts to argue whether a classical sculptor would even have been capable of sculpting such life-like precision.
He does his best. From the wreath of roses carefully woven through your braided hair, he guesses that you might have been a gardener. Your garb is fairly modest for a classical statue, though it’s gauzy and evokes sheer, clinging material so well he’d blushed the first time he saw you. He can’t tell much from that, but the scroll clutched in one hand suggests an interest in learning. He likes to imagine you slipping out of a sun-drenched villa to read in the shade of an olive tree. No, a willow, somewhere with cool water you can dangle your bare feet in. On especially rough days, Steven likes to imagine sitting down beside you and asking every question he’s ever had about you and your life, and what your voice might sound like if you had one to answer him with.
As the months slip past, Steven finds himself sharing more intimate glimpses into his life.
“His name is Gus! He’s just got the one fin, bless him, but you’d never know it with how he zips around. I’m not sure the bowl is big enough though. Should I get him a tank, do you think?”
“She never showed. Said something about me having the wrong day but that doesn’t seem possible, I think I would have remembered having a date, hello!”
“Yeah, so, the ankle restraints are helping with the sleepwalking. Maybe it’s for the best that dating hasn’t been working out - who wants to come back to a flat with ankle restraints and heaps of books everywhere? Besides, I think the place might be haunted? I’m the only one there but I can’t tell you how many times I put something down in one place and it turns up in another. So, unless Gus is some sort of rapidly evolving ‘super goldfish’…”
He comes to rely on these times with you, feeling more at ease than he does around Donna, whose expectations he’ll never meet or his co-workers, too absorbed in their own duties to pay much attention to an aspiring Egyptologist who can barely hold down a position in the gift shop. At least you’re always there to listen.
“I brought the new issue of Current Archaeology. The cover story’s about Dr. Salima Ikram’s latest discovery in Saqqara and oh, she’s just fantastic. Here, listen to this…”
“Are Oreos really vegan? I thought they were when I packed some for lunch but now I’m not sure… Maybe I’d better not. D’you want one? I’ll leave one here, yeah?”
“Ok this is silly but… I saw this flower on my way to work. It’s a peony, I think? Someone left it on the bus and it made me think of you. I imagine you don’t get to see many flowers and you might miss your garden, so, here.”
He wonders sometimes if he’s being a coward, or a fool, spending so much time and energy speaking to someone who will never talk back. Is it fear of rejection that keeps him coming back to you again and again?
It’s possible. But maybe it’s something else. The recognition of a kindred spirit, albeit one locked in marble. The dream that maybe, just maybe, his friendship could mean something to you, too.
It may be fantasy but it’s also the one moment in his day where he feels less alone.
Which is why when he walks into your gallery the next day to find your plinth empty and his usual bench occupied by a woman who looks oddly, impossibly familiar, the cardboard box in his arms crashes to the ground.
Part Two
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captianm97 · 1 year
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Heart of Stone
A heart without love is a stone so cold,
Forgotten, yet restless and always alone,
Memories of warmth rush down to its core,
But darkness is always lurking, forevermore.
The dark brings the cold, and the cold brings the pain,
Pain of memories that drive it insane,
It waits, yearning for love's warm embrace,
Bracing for the pain it's sure to face.
The heart endures, seeking love to hold,
Starving for warmth in a world so cold,
Forgotten and alone, it longs to feel whole,
A heart of stone yearning to be made whole.
- Christian Cox
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viscountessevie · 9 months
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Dark Olympus #0.5: Stone Heart by Katee Robert
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Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Spice Level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Summary:
In the city of Olympus, people hardly dare to say Medusa's name aloud. She is Athena's agent, the one she sends when she wants someone to disappear. Medusa owes her life to Athena, and if staining her hands with blood is the only way to repay her debt, it's a small price to pay. Until Athena sends him to find Calypso, the mistress of wealthy politician Odysseus. Calypso has done nothing worthy of a death sentence, and her conflicting feelings only worsen when Medusa first sees the woman behind the name. Calypso is beautiful, cunning and above all ready to do anything to save her life, including seducing her potential assassin. But what begins as a ploy to escape quickly turns into a real attraction. Because Medusa is not the cold killer that rumours suggest, and Calypso is much more complex than it seems...
My Review:
So it's been a week since I first read this and these two are still stuck in my head. I just adored this interpretation of their respective myths and how well they meshed well together. We've got disaster lesbian Medusa who thinks she's a monster and no one will ever desire her paired with cool and elegant pansexual Calypso who has only ever been desired in a transactional sense paired together. My my, IS IT BEAUTIFUL!! I seriously needed a full length novel of them exploring the themes of their characters and how true it rang with their original myths. Katee really knocked it out of the park with these two.
I really enjoyed the set up for these two. Like just the hunter and the prey but when they actually meet, Calypso flips the trope on its head. There's just many instances throughout the novella where you think it's going one way and we're given something completely unexpected.
Their sex scene(s) were top tier and it really hits you in the feels which is why I gave the book a full spice rating. It just added to their love story and elevated both their characters since their backstories were a lead up to the scene.
My main complaint is that's IT'S TOO SHORT AND WE DESERVED A FLESHED OUT ENDING. That's why they've been burnt into my brain. The book's ending was a little bit of a cop out and has a very powerful God playing their ex deus machina. So I kind of felt cheated out of the girlies fighting for themselves and their happy ending. Lowkey makes me wanna write my own ending but I don't think I can pull it off to match this book's calibre.
Overall, I'd say this is my fave book of my series so far which surprised me because I did not think anyone could beat Eros and Psyche in Electric Idol! I think anyone who is into romance novels and Greek myths can appreciate this one. The way Katee interwove both Medusa and Calypso's OG myth backstories into a great modern adaptation hit really well. 10/10 would recommend and happy reading!
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mykaxxvii · 1 day
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"It's fine. It doesn't hurt. They say I'm thick skinned and have a heart made of stone."
– Myka
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dimaelis · 5 months
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STONE HEART
2 Chapters of my Manga are Translated in English!
https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/stone-heart-/list?title_no=916085
Description/Synopsis:
This story takes place in the X century, in the Middle Ages. The main character, Amelie Wagnrog, has been missing any emotions since birth. As a Royal Mercenary Knight of the state of Winrora, she goes to War to conquer the lands of Gelland, where she is destined to take the lives of many peaceful people at the request of the King. Since she has a "Heart of Stone", she kills people without any hesitation. Will Amelie be able to regain her feelings and find the meaning of her life?
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Teague O’Reilly from Stone Heart is asexual!
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insouciantmediator · 10 months
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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ stars
Tw Anxiety, assault, attempt murder, divorce,drugs, Emotional abuse, Hostages, Kidnapping, Misogyny, Needles, poisoning, Religion, sexual explicit scenes,snakes, Stalking
This was one of the cutest books I have ever read in my life I read The whole book in one sitting I couldn't put in town I looked absolutely everything about it it was amazing. The book is about Medusa a hired assassin sent to kill the mistress of Odysseus this book is an enemies to lovers and is downright spicy it's short only 88 pages but so good
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Ivan Bruel by Leianinha18
This is a fanart of the character from "Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir" named Ivan Bruel, along with his akumatized villain form Stoneheart and his heroic form called Minotaurox (transformation using the bull's kwami). Hope you like it ^^
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angstvsromance · 1 year
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To keep my heart from breaking I turned it into stone
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