#we stan dark jupiter

[cursed-herbalist]

JUPITER DURAND | SLYTHERIN | HPMA

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Jupiter has been staying up too long studying and reading poetry … and it shows.

#I’m out there having full-blown photoshoots #she doesn’t look particularly thrilled to be on the broom … I guess she prefers dragons #also don’t mind her sneaking into the ravenclaw tower #the dark circles and braids lowkey make her look a bit creepy #maybe it’s her alter ego #we stan dark jupiter #jupiter durand #hpma #magic awakened #my ocs

[cerezzzita]

Evangeline Céliath, The Angelic Huntress

⋆ Character Traits + Headcanons

Daughter of an angel and a human woman; her father is the leader of the Virtues and represents the Virtue of Temperance.

French heritage from mother's side, can speak it since she was 8;

Thanks to her jackass father strong angelical genes, she have long, straight pearly white hair, from her mother she heritated her jade-green eyes;

Have a beauty mark on the left corner of her mouth that's not exactly a beauty mark, it's a spiritual scar that showed up after a very traumatic episode...

Is 175cm / 5'9 inches tall, hourglass figure (we stan a big boobed curvy lady here)

Her favorite colors are white and light blue.

Met with Dante when he was 19 and she 18, in the middle of a hunt, and lets just say they didn't started well; they started as strangers to rivals, but that good, healthy rivalry.

Around their 20s, they became roommates because Evangeline did not lived at the same city Dante lives + at that point they were pretty comfortable friends around each other.

And they were roommates... omg they were roommates

She's from a city called Caelumia — a healthy, fancy city that's known for the "The Doorway to Heaven" status.

Dante have many, many angel-related petnames for Evangeline: lovebird, birdie, wingaboo <- this one in particular is similar to Chat Noir calling Ladybug "bugaboo", cherubabe, but his ultimate favourite is angelcake. In return, she calls him daredevil.

^ You'll hardly see Dante calling Evangeline by her actual name, though. It's either the petnames or variants of her name (Angie, Line, Vangie, Angel).

She have a thing for hazelnut flavoured food, especially hazelnut cookies with cinnamon on it, it's her comfort food.

Also have a several sweet-tooth.

Evangeline's Angel Trigger is brown, white and gold colored and looks very much like this.

Her wings are summonable by will (it wasn't until she hitted her 15 years), whether on Angel Trigger or not and are very big, eagle-like shaped with golden-brown feathers.

^ now cut for Dante snuggling on her wings whenever he can.

Is a Devil Hunter not because she had some demonic-related traumatic episode, she hunts them because she saw what horrors they are capable to do with the Human World and with the humans who cannot defend themselves properly; and it didn't seemed fair that she, who's strong and capable to rip them with her bare hands, wouldn't do something to "repair" it.

Evangeline's combat moves style are inspired by ballet moves, she wields her spear with grace but precise choreography.

Speaking of, angels have a thing for spears and absolutely despises swords like the demons use because "we are creatures born from pure light, they are unhinged darkness so we're better than them bla bla bla". So, since ever, Evangeline was trained to wield spears, having one named Adamant.

^ Angels also don't like fire weapons, but she owns a platinum pair of guns named Grace & Glory.

^ she refers to them as "my girls/besties".

Is demisexual. Never dated anyone until Dante.

Evangeline is kinda touch-starved but very affectionate, loves cuddling with Dante on their days-off.

Is a morning bird and a light sleeper, waking up at 6:00 AM everyday, no matter how tired or sleepy she may be. Much in contrast to Dante, who's a bed bug and sleeps like a rock.

Knows how to cook, loves cooking and always end up bringing breakfast on bed for her lovely, lazy devil.

Usually she's the little spoon when cuddling but they switch, mostly because Dante loves to bury his face on her ample, soft breasts.

^ this bitch likes to call them Jupiter and Saturn, I'm-

They dated until DMC1 events, after that, thanks to daddy issues and Heaven and Hell problems, they broke up.

Got stuck on Heaven for quite some years and after the events of DMC2 she finally came back buuut they didn't were in the best of the terms. Took a lot of time for them to befriend again, to like each other again and eventually, be lovers once more.

Does sculpting on wood and knows how to draw, but overall prefers sculpting.

She does have some sketches of Dante sleeping, eating pizza, on the phone, etc.

Evangeline have a thing for teen 2000s magazines and decor magazines as well, she likes to make notes with arrows and circles, pointing out what she liked, what could be better, etc.

When she's whiny enough she snuggles on Dante, giving him lots of kisses and squeezes just the way he likes.

Teases and flirts with him wherever, whenever. Gosh, they even have little flirting contenders, they are so silly, I love 'em.

Smells like cinnamon and hazelnut, with a petit hint of vanilla.

Huge, and I mean, HUGE, fan of Sade and her songs, her favourite albums being Diamond Life and Love Deluxe.

#idk if ill make this for all my dmc ocs im doing for evangeline bc she's my fave #sorry if it lack details btw its a lot of plot #devil may cry #dmc ocs #evangeline céliath #dante x evangeline

[lets-talk-spirituality]

https://www.tumblr.com/lets-talk-spirituality/711355362608119808/httpsattumblrcomlets-talk-spiritualityhttpsa?source=share

I’m on my iPad so I hope I spell everything right and I’m visiting my family and we’re having a early st pats party. Are you doing anything for st patty’s day? But they gave me a good pear martini. I’m chilling on the couch and it’s so coldddd and the martini is hitting me. I’m a light weight. Like no joke one drink and I need to lay down.

Paul McCartney is my favorite Beatle too. The one member I can’t stand is John Lennon. Like I did a deep dive on the history of the Beatles one day and the more I read about Lennon and read his interviews I just can’t. Like I understand his contribution to music and I feel terrible about the way he died. But he kind of turned me off from the Beatles.

Aww I’m sorry to hear that happen with that guy and that it bought up those emotions and past trauma etc. I wish I could be like the fairy godmother from Cinderella and Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo a good man for you or offer some sage advice. But I’m sending u hugs, light, and love across the globe. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ hey maybe u fix that car up one day soon and find that special person on the big open road. Just maybe watch out for any hitchhikers. We want a love story movie not any horror movie crap, Yo have you ever watch the hallmark Christmas movies ? They’re like my guilty pleasure. 

I feel like watching some real cheesy romance movies. What’s your favorite ? 

But I saw these quotes 

https://perfectfeelings.tumblr.com/post/709991056494755840/when-it-rains-look-for-rainbows-when-its-dark

https://www.tumblr.com/onyx-collective/711406050866266112/quick-reminder-from-edwin-youre-a-main-btch?source=share  you da the main bi*ch ♥️ 

Also that’s really cool that you saw Venus and Jupiter in the sky! Do you have star filled sky’s where u live? It’s my dream to see the stars one day, all we can see in our sky is satellites and planes. Some people claim alien lights. Omg I’m remembering this song https://youtu.be/Aebgf1_iryI.

Even tho it’s hard to see the stars we always get the moon and last was cosmos moon 😉 let me know if u know which movie that’s from. 

But when I’m home home I’ll check out those music links. Thank you for sharing them. I didn’t bring my headphones with me. :,,,,/

I think I saw you like to build stuff? U built a bookshelf correct? What other stuff have u done? I’m a bit of a flipper and builder myself. I love flipping old furniture. I’m dreaming of a backyard again one day where I have my she shed and I can use my spray paints again. 

Also do u like to cook and/or bake? I tried making some sugar cookies and the recipe was trash, I should have known when I saw how low the liquid ingredients. I’m like why is this sand!? :,/

Omg my family gave the five minute warning before dessert. I’m not gonna lie I was thinking about swiping some cookies before but I behaved. But I saw sugar cookies and ice cream cake. It was so hard. 

But please have a wonderful weekend and I hope you feel better soonnn 🫂 I’m going to go wreck some cookies and my diet 🍪 

🎶

I know it’s taken me so long to respond! But I know you get me :)

I decided to be anti social for St Patty’s Day because I felt I was becoming too dependent on the social interactions with my friends. I could go for a pear martini, that sounds delish. I love pomegranate martinis too.

Yeah when I learned he abused Yoko I was very turned off. People try to sweep that under the rug and I understand having compassion but we should use it as a way to talk about why abuse isn’t okay.

Omg! Yes I love the hallmark ones and I’m dying. That’s exactly the type of meet cute I would have as a free spirited type. I mean I met this recent dude doing mushrooms at the beach. I have always romanticized hitchhiking myself so maybe that’s another meet cute :) 😂 My favs? I like how to lose a guy in ten days (maybe I like a little antagonism in my dynamics 🤭) , ten things I hate about you (when she stands up in class! And also it’s based on my favorite Shakespeare play) one day (I cry every time) a walk to remember (you’re my only hope) Yeah that feels right.

Thanks for those quotes! I’m always looking at the sky :) and I know! I’m a main bitch but I’m not acting like it. Sigh. I’ll get back there.

Yes I do! Light pollution is less in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I googled it but I don’t think I’ve seen that movie.

I’ve decided to be a handy bitch! So I built my bed too and a clothing rack. I actually don’t do much crafting or stuff like that because I move all the time so I don’t want to invest in buying things I can’t transport. I keep it light. Maybe one day tho! I watch those videos a lot and am mesmerized.

I can cook but I don’t do it because it’s just me. I just buy a lot of vegetarian or vegan frozen meals or eat out!

#🎶 anon #music anon

[nombers]

🧡 the 9th house 🧡

✨ sense of humor ✨

❤️ aries/mars 9th house:

a tom and jerry sense of humor

laughs at people getting hurt

lots of cuss words and chaos

💜 taurus/venus 9th house:

you most likely enjoy sitcoms

a silly birthday card section kinda humor

a clean, kind sense of humor

💚 gemini/mercury 9th house:

very witty. you either hate puns or everyone else hates your puns

the sunday comics/saturday cartoons

keeps their laughs to themselves unless it's truly the funniest

💙 cancer/moon 9th house:

wholesome memes are most likely your cup of tea

you've probably watched your fair share of cute cat videos

💛 leo/sun 9th house:

class clown, well-known for it too

excellent acting/impressions

really great at making kids laugh

🤎 virgo/mercury 9th house:

a john mulaney sense of humor

good at voice impressions

probably into fandom memes

💖 libra/venus 9th house:

you love olaf from frozen don't you? or you just love disney movies in general

a stan twitter kinda humor

relatable memes and vine references

🖤 scorpio/pluto 9th house:

yes yes we all know you have a dark sense of humor

best comebacks in any petty argument

knows just exactly how to make anyone laugh

🧡 sagittarius/jupiter 9th house:

a twitter screenshot sense of humor

probably watches too many tik tok meme compilations

shock humor

<3 capricorn/saturn 9th house:

dad jokes for sure

a dry/deadpan sense of humor.

easy for them to make you laugh, but not the other way around

🤍 aquarius/uranus 9th house:

surreal/shitpost memes

inside jokes between friends

a strange sense of humor, "you wouldn't get it"

💟 pisces/neptune 9th house:

absurd humor

sometimes doesn't understand the joke and needs an explanation

laughs only in their head, almost never out loud

#astrology #9th house #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

[supremeinlilac]

The silver moon loves you as I do

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/n: For @venablemayfairgoode <33 It's basically just my descriptive date-y style fic which I'll have one for each character :))

Part 1 of the character ficlets <3

The water reflected the perfect moon into her eyes. Shimmering with the gentle waves in swirling iris’, you dipped toes into the water cooled by the night. Everyone was silent and yet you sat perched atop the rocks by the lake.

Sleep was so far away when you still had so much to do.

Billie looked up at you, rested her elbows against her knees, and her eyes said I love you. Highlighted by only the silver tongues of light, she tied her hair up. You watched nimble fingers braid strawberry blonde hair and sighed.

Sleep was so far away when she looked like that.

The moon was perfect company. She undressed, her floating skirt pooling at her feet and you rose to fold it. Perfection can’t wear clothes creased with worry.

A cricket chirped from the thicket nearby and you heard Billie sigh from behind you. Silence. There were no ghosts here. Nothing but the moon.

The bubble of moving water, a gasp. You knew the water would be cold; but that you’d find Billie and that her skin would be warm. Billie was always warm, comfortably so in a way that was never stifling. Kissed by the sun throughout the day so she’d retain the heat long into the night.

A parting gift from the day, and she’d share it with you. Always.

Turning, you were just in time to see Billie’s exposed shoulder blades, shadows reflecting bone as they were swallowed by the lake. Her grace was unmatched. She’d glide into the water so quietly that even the fish wouldn’t flee with her presence.

She resurfaced, water trickling over lips that would sing in your sleep. Running fingers through the surface, she beckoned you to her.

Come to me, my love. Let the darkness swallow you as you swim to me. May you be baptised by the waters of my love and kissed by the glow of the moon. Even for just one night. The darkness is safe, I promise. Let me lead you.

Her skin glistened with the lake’s tears in the moon’s benevolent beams. Her arms would reach towards you in confident strokes and then you’d be in her embrace. Slippery skin against yours and hands that would pull at the dip of a waist.

Closer. Come closer to me so that we might become one, even just for one night. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, may we be lovers entwined. The vines of your heart have worked themselves into mine, my love.

She held you up in her arms, lips peppering kisses against your stomach as you reached for the stars. The water swelled and bubbled, music in the silence of the empty night.

You held the shadow of the moon in your hands, and oh, how you wished you could pluck it from its place in the sky like a plum from branch.

Higher. Lift me higher so that I can reach the moon for you, my love. Even for just one night, let me hold the moon in my palms so you may taste its silver fruit. May we dance in its orbit and catch it in gentle hands.

She dropped you, dipping you under the water so she could kiss you in its murk. The touch of a lover, in the dark where not even the moon could spy with greedy eyes upon your love.

Your love was your own, sacred and blessed, and you’d rise gasping for air.

Her laughter broke the fragile silence and skimmed like a stone across the water. The moon would light up her face, teeth a set of shimmering pearls on silver string. She’d shake with its power, and your fingers would reach to brush at her cheek.

She looked so pretty in happiness.

I can feel your laugh. Under my skin and into my bones, it warms me. Your laugh is a fire, gentle and inviting. I huddle around it; I prod at the flames and do anything to prolong its sweet life. Laugh for me. Just for one night, laugh so the world’s worries may relax in your joy. For you, my love, hold the sun in your voice.

The stars above you shone like rare jewels in the dark, but you swore you could find them all in her eyes, a glorious constellation embossed in rich amber. She smiled, and the stars blinked their love at you.

You kissed her eyelids, soft lips feeling the delicate flutter of eyes that wished to open beneath them. You wouldn’t stay here long, knowing that she wished to see Jupiter in your eyes too. Only long enough so you could say you’d kissed the stars themselves.

Billie pulled your face down to hers, lips brushing against lips, your hands at the nape of her neck. Her thumbs smoothed away damp hair that clung to your face, curtains opening to let the sunlight bleed in. The breath of a new dawn.

Billie’s breath was warm against the goosebumps of your chest, it smelled like the familiar musk of cigarettes and the sweet tang of vanilla. Scents married together, and you could have sworn they were never separate to begin with.

My breath is your breath, my lungs hold your air. Jupiter may suffocate you before you can bask in its beauty, but I can show you the stars. Even for just one night, breathe me in and burst with the colours of my love for you.

You both lay, starfish with coral nails that would brush against your fingertips. Don’t go too far, they’d whisper, and the water would reply; subtle tides to wash you together until hands would find hands again.

Floating on your backs, eyes cast up to the patient moon. The moon would take its time with its journey across the sky tonight, crawling across a jewelled canvas, and you both would have eternity in each other’s embrace.

For you see, Billie Dean, the silver moon loves you as I do.

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[feferipeixes]

Insomnia

TAU-tober, day 4. Please look at this art by @thatdisastrousfangirl before reading. (AO3 link)

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“Night, bro-bro!”

“Night, Mabel.”

Mabel beamed at him, and then turned out the lights. All at once, the twins’ bedroom in the Mystery Shack was shrouded in darkness.

And so was the demon in the corner.

Dipper sat up in his bed and looked out the window. The stars were out, and he could see them all in perfect clarity. He knew their names by heart, knew how far away they were, knew how many years they had left. This was just one of the abilities he’d gained that fateful day when his soul was swallowed up by fire and ceased to be human.

There were also things he lost, that day.

The bed provided no comfort to him -- it may as well have been hard as a rock. It haunted him, in a way. He didn’t even know why he still had it. Maybe it was there to make him feel like he was still normal. But no amount of pretending could cross out the fact that he hadn’t slept a single second in the last two years, and that his every night would be spent exactly like this, sitting up alone in the dark, until the end of time.

Forever. Dipper didn’t want to think about it.

And yet in the twilight hours, there was nothing else to do but think about all that had changed. Nothing to do but notice how long and sharp his nails were now, feel the way his wings pressed into the mattress, see the uncanny yellow glow that he knew was emanating from his own eyes. It was either that, or let himself be pulled out of his bedroom and into a chalk circle drawn with cruel intent, with an audience of those who wished to use his new power, and the chance to let his baser instincts come roaring forth.

None of that was normal. What was normal was to fall unconscious and be subject to random nonsense invented by the brain to pacify and heal you. Instead he grew darker and more wretched by the hour.

Dipper could remember the last dream -- back in August of 2012 -- could remember it in startling detail. It had been oddly peaceful, given the circumstances. He was standing in the Mystery Shack, though some sort of disaster had occurred and torn away most of the walls. He wondered where Mabel and Grunkle Stan were, but this thought was soon forgotten, along with other questions such as “what happened here?” and “did we beat Bill?” Too idle was his dreaming mind to take these concerns too seriously, and he instead let the scene fill his senses.

The view through the missing walls of the Shack was pleasant. A radiant sunrise (or perhaps it was a sunset?) painted vibrant colors across the sky -- oranges and yellows, purples and blues, some colors he couldn’t even find words for and though he now saw them every day, he’d never be able to adequately describe them.

He remembered crawling through the hole in the wall and stepping into the grass. Just ahead of him was a mailbox with the flag up, an old and rickety thing like the one he’d seen in the middle of the forest that one time. He approached it cautiously and pulled the lid open. Immediately, a swarm of butterflies burst out and knocked him over.

There were stars in his eyes. There were stars in the sky. There was a voice, calling through the whirlwind of butterflies, a voice that sounded like his mom and his dad and his sister and his great uncle and Wendy and Soos and a bunch of others he didn’t even recognise yet. It was a cacophonic, booming mess -- he couldn’t understand a thing they were saying.

He didn’t care. He just wanted to hear them. Something told him that it was what he needed.

Dipper also remembered the night after that dream. A night he spent anxiously preparing for the end of the world, a night he spent sleepless and fraught with panic at the concept of fighting a demon. He’d never even come close to imagining what would truly come of that battle. He never considered that it might’ve been a mistake to give up one last chance at sleep.

He laid back down in the bed, and pulled the covers up to his neck. His wings folded up around him, around the full suit he was still wearing because it felt like a part of him now -- felt like a part of his identity just like all the other weird changes his body had gone through. His identity was no longer just Dipper Pines. It was Dipper Pines, the demon, the Devourer of Souls, the Reality Warper, the Destroyer of Light, the insomniac, the loneliest boy in the world.

He hated the night. He hated it so so much. He wanted to tear his bed into pieces, wanted to pull the moon out of the sky and sink his teeth into it as vengeance for the crime of ushering in the darkness. He didn’t want to just lie there in his ceaseless agony and wait, wait, wait for the morning.

Something shifted. A pair of arms appeared around his chest; a nose pressed into the back of his neck. A gentle vibration -- snoring -- rang in his ears.

A presence, rising at the edge of his consciousness. A dream, pleasant and warm. Loving and familiar.

Without moving his torso, Dipper twisted his head around and saw Mabel, crammed into the remaining space of his twin sized bed. She was still fast asleep -- that much he could tell from the absence of colour in her aura, and the way her drool was starting to collect on the sheets. But somehow, she’d known he needed her. A distant memory floated back, of two young twins in Piedmont who’d crawl into each other’s beds when the other was too scared to sleep. Many things had changed in the last couple of years, but some things always stayed the same.

A small smile breached Dipper’s face, and his eyes started to well up. He didn’t know how she’d gotten there, especially not without him hearing anything, but he wasn’t about to complain.

He budged up a little, allowing her some more room lest she fall off the bed and wake up. There was a loud snore as he did so, and she muttered a string of syllables that sounded something like “aoshima i’m taking the pasta to jupiter”. Then it was back to the soft in and out of breath.

There was a tether, extending from Mabel’s body into the clouds of the Mindscape. A shimmering, ethereal thing only a demon like Dipper could see. There was so much he could not do anymore, and yet so much more that was only now within his grasp. Where he was lacking, he could lean on his loved ones for help. He could not dream anymore, but his sister had invited him along for the ride.

He grabbed the tether and began to climb.

(AO3 link)

#transcendence au #dipper pines #alcor the dreambender #mabel pines #fic #my stuff #tautober

[the-ghost-king]

Nico + Reyna headcanons for @hey-lets-be-fandom-friendss because she asked so nicely, although this kind of turned into Nico, Reyna, and Hazel sibling headcanons so I hope you don't mind:

People who don't know them always think they're dating because heteronormativity and people see who they precieve to be a boy and a girl together and they don't like siblings so they're like "ah yes relationship"

Nico and Reyna are both fairly good at laughing it off, and sometimes they'll semi-jokingly mock people who think that by kissing eachothers hands or something

Nico is basically like Reyna's little brother though so it's all just for funsies between the two of them... they just think picking on heteronormativity is fun and tbh they should have some fun

Reyna and him are really good sparring buddies, since they're about the same size and have similar levels of weaponry training and athleticism.. They just have a "no powers rule" and that makes them evenly matched (Percy, Nico, Thalia, and Jason practice their powers together)

Reyna ends up enventually "adopting" Hazel as well, she gets two little siblings.. Having siblings is a new experience for Hazel but for Nico it feels homey...

Jason being like a brother figure to Nico is new for all of them since nobody in the group has ever had a brother before, Hazel and Nico both view Jason as friend/brother but Reyna just sees him as a close friend

Reyna is always telling Nico stories about living on her pirate ship, he obviously loves the stories literally so much, it reminds him of reading books about pirates as a kid

Sometimes Reyna will say something like "we always used to do x but I don't know why" and Nico will tell her the historical signifigance of the thing and the reason it was done on pirate ships

Nico, Hazel, and Reyna all sit around and do one anothers hair while watching movies/playing video games... Nico grows his hair out, and Hazel always wants new styles, and it's just easier if someon does Reyna's braid for her, so they have hairtime at least once a week as like an affectionate sort of thing

Video game competitions are literally the most hardcore thing between the three of them , they are all sure they're going to win and will do so by any means possible.

Reyna isn't super artistic like Hazel and Nico so she's always so amazed by the things they're able to create and make and she's just like OwO because they make such wonderful and beautiful things

Nico gets a little bit into anime because of Will and Mitchell (Will introduces him to general anime, and Mitchell introduces him to BL)... Anyhow Nico gets Reyna involved in Anime as well, she likes Death Note and maybe like Food Wars or something (I don't know that many anime/manga)

They watch "shigatsu kimi no uso" with Hazel and they all watch Sword Art Online together too

Hazel finds kpop because of Anime and she's a stan on twitter now

Anyhow because it was like a modern culture thing for the two of them and Reyna participated they start like a "Saturday night tv binge" tradition thing, and sometimes it's an anime and other times they watch normal tv or culturally relevant movies...

Reyna explains Netflix and Hulu and stuff to Nico and one day she comes back from Camp Jupiter and he's handing her a fire stick when she walks in his cabin and he's like "I have no clue how it works, but look what I bought!" and he's so excited and proud of himself

Reyna is always the one to open the curtains and stuff in Nico's cabin because he likes the dark too much and Hazel just doesn't notice and forgets to

Reyna and Nico are always singing along to the radio and stuff together, Nico has a good voice, and Reyna's is above average so they sound really good together.. Nico's more of a tenor and Reyna is an alto so they do some cool stuff with that!

Hazel can sing fairly well too, she doesn't really have a special voice but if she's singing people don't ask her to be quiet so she does alright, she just doesn't care to sing all that much, she prefers other art

She does however start learning Korean with Nico and she learns all the coreography for her favorite groups and she's a really good dancer

Nico does it with her and Reyna just shake her head at them and laughs while she does work for CJ

Anyhow, I'm out of ideas for now but I do hope you enjoy!!

#nico di angelo #reyna ramirez arellano #reyna ramirez avila arellano #hazel levesque #pjo #hoo #nico and Reyna

[iwashwindows]

PJO/HOO OPINIOS (or just bunch of random stuff)

*Also spoiler alert i suppose*

I didn't like Annabeth right away, it actually took me a long time to grow on her (sorry Annabeth)

I am fine with Piper but she can sometimes annoy me, like she was fine in tlh and then the moa happend and she annoyed me when Jason was talking about romans or Reyna, Piper was always so weird about it that Jason could clearly see that something is bothering her and than he had to constantly assure her that he is going to stay ( EVEN THOUGHT HE BASICALLY LEFT THE ONLY HOME HE EVER KNEW AND FRIENDS HE HAD FOR 12 YEARS AND THEY HAVE RIGHT TO KILL HIM ON SIGHT BECOUSE HE IS AN OUTLAW AND PIPER IS LIKE YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE ME FOR REYNA LIKE ?????? GIRL HE ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE)

And then she was ok in hoh (she had like 4 chapters but they were good chapters) and in boo she redeemed herself i liked when she embraced her Aphrodite side as to say and was all about accepting all your feelings and being yourself and i really liked every Piper chapter in boo....and then toa happend and she moved on with speed unknown to men ( I'm fine with her having a girlfriend she seems happy but she moved on so fast )

Frank and Hazel deserved more love i really loved them, they are both cinnamon rolls that can and will kill you if they wanted to

I actually didn't mind when Percy turned down immortality or lost his Achilles curse

I like the idea of camp jupiter better then camp half- blood, i personally wouldn't go there because 1) i am procrastinator and incapable of being up early and 2) i would probably die there

Jason deserved better, my poor child didn't deserve THAT

I don't mind that Reyna is single, she is strong on her own (same for Thalia)

Also you can't blame her when she immediately offered Percy to be praetor and to help her, she was in desperate situation with Jason missing like 8 months and doing everything herself, and Octavian who probably materialised himself in her office every other day saying things like WHERE IS JASON or WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO REPLACE HIM or HE IS DEAD BY NOW I SHOULD BE PRAETOR

I don't blame her for offering it to Percy but i still didn't like that he was actually made praetor at the end of son ( i am weird i know )

I never understood the hate for Rachel and why was Annabeth so mean to her (i know it was because of Percy but still)

It doesn't make sense that at the end of boo Reyna and Piper are that close to eachother, when did they bond (btw i liked the scene becouse it showed Piper's growth)

But wouldn't it make more sense that Jason was there instead of Piper ( Jason and Reyna deserved one normal conversation i said what i said), or even better Piper can still be there talking with Reyna and then Jason approaches and sees them, then Piper just stands up and leaves and says you guys need to talk, which would still show her development becouse she knows that both Jason and Reyna need that talk and she now trusts Jason completely and respects Reyna and knows how much she secrfised for this war, and then at the end Jason is the one who offered Reyna to come to camp half-blood if she needs rest, wouldn't that be way more impactful becouse he knows how is it to be leader all the time, and how exosting cj can be and also he would be there ( they know eachother for 4 years i mean you have to invite your friend to visit you). AND THEN WHEN HE DIES SHE CAN REMEMBER THAT OFFER AND COME TO CHB AND HAVE THE REST SHE ALWAYS WANTED, I MEAN NICO IS THERE AND I AM SURE HE WOULD BE HAPPY TO SEE HER, AND SHE WOULD NOT JOIN THE HUNTERS (sorry people but i don't like that she just randomly desided do join hunters and was like YAY VACATION)

I don't know why people say they wanted Grover to be more in HOO , i love him too but he just wouldn't fit in there

I also don't want dark Percy, when he said he deserved to die for poisoning that godess in tartarus and when even Annabeth was scared of him it was too much for my heart ( i love angst like every other person but my heart just can't take it )

I still like that moment tho and all of tartarus even if it's pain to my heart

We stan Will in this household, he and Nico deserve to shine in solangelo book and their quest to tartarus

I don't want Bob to be rescued, if that voice Nico heard was even Bob ( sorry not sorry, i like Bob but if he got saved then his sacrefice wouldn't mean anything in HOO )

AND NO JASON IS NOT SAME CASE BECAUSE I NEED HIM TO BE ALIVE AND HAPPY 😭😭😭

I want cj mini stories, we need more of romans ( i love chb but i am curious)

Ethan had the dumbest death, he worked with Kronos/Luke and somehow when he betrayed him, he forgot that Kronos/Luke has Achilles curse and just attacked him and died

It's sad that Rick forgot that Hazel knew Jason before he disappeared and was worried about him ( the bond they could have had, also Jason needs one person on argo II who doesn't think that he is too perfect, HE WAS TOLD TO BE THAT WAY FOR 12 YEARS, IT'S NOT HIS FAULT)

Also Rick Riordan and plot holes, just write down important stuff if you can't remember it all, it's not that hard

Boo wasn't that bad book i actually liked a lot of scenes from there, but it is an anticlimactic finale

I still love all pjo and hoo books ok, they are my rays of sunshine and i am currently rereading them

#pjo #hoo #long post #sorry for reading all of this #I don't know how to use tumblr #also I'm bored becouse #quarantine #and i spam my sister too much about pjo and hoo #she didn't even read the books and knows everything becouse i don't have self control and i need to talk 24/7 #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #nico di angelo #will solace #reyna avila ramirez arellano

[dreamyaqua]

oooh guurll I'm interested!

oooh I'm happy you are🥺👉🏻👈🏻

okay, so it's really interesting because my physical type for men is usually dark eyes, hair, and clothing style (a bit of a bad boy vibe when it comes to the clothes) but on the other hand I always say that I prefer "pretty" boys over "handsome" boys. I've always liked boys with a bit of a cute appearance, not the western beauty standard type with the sharp facial features - more so rounded and soft, feminine features. Kind of the types you'd say have a "baby face".

I definitely feel like my Pisces venus can explain why I'm into the soft ans cute types and the fact that my venus squares Pluto/is in the 8th would explain why I'm also into a bit of a 'darker' appearance. I guess my venus trine mars might play into that as well but I also feel like it would point towards being into to masculine/sharp features which I am not...but maybe since the aspect is a trine, a harmonious one, it therefore doesn't apply. I also looked into my venus placement in my venus persona chart as that can further show what type of person we're attracted to and I do have my venus in Aries there - so I feel like that rounds everything up pretty well.

Aries venus in the venus persona chart - my type looks/dresses like a bad boy

Pisces venus - my type has soft and rounded features and is overall a soft boy personality wise

Venus square to Pluto/Venus in 8th - my type has a "dark" aesthetic, piercing and tattoos are also appreciated :D

So in a way, I really stan duality-type guys😂

As for my friend, her physical type is quite the opposite of mine - she likes the masculine types with sharp facial features, the chiseled chins and sharp jawline and cheekbones etc. and also contrary to me, she's into blonde hair and light blue or green eyes (her boyfriend actually fits that type pretty well😂🙏🏻).

The funny thing is, not just do we both have Pisces Venus in the 8th but also her venus in the venus persona chart is in Aries like mine. Her venus does make a tight conjunction with her mercury and it is also sextile Jupiter. With that I suppose that the Pisces aspect of it might be what makes her attracted to guys with light eyes and hair, and Aries venus in the venus persona chart and perhaps the 8th house placement might give that masculine/sharp touch that she likes. The sextile to Jupiter might show an interest in someone who's bigger/muscular and the conjunction to mercury someone that's tall/lean?? Could mercury also point towards masculinity like mars? About that I'm not fully sure but maybe-

I'm not really sure about this one, though. I felt like mine was easier to interpret😂 but we've also only talked about it briefly, so I don't know the full spectrum of her type while I do know mine.^^

#astro asks #ask #venus #pisces venus #venus in 8th #astrology

[solarcali]

Hello! I'm the anon that requested a ship for EXO and Red Velvet. I decided to come off anon this time and request a simple ship for Twice, miss A & 2PM (I promise this is the last request sjsjsj) if you need me to resend my info let me know :)

Hello again, nice to meet you properly 😊

In Twice, I ship you with Sana!

You are both Capricorns so you have a similar vision but her Moon is in Leo opposite yours in Aquarius which creates a nice balance between you two. 

Her Mercury is conjunct your Sun and Venus, so you w ould love to talk with her, you would relate to each other well on an intellectual level. Her sense of humor, as a Capricorn Mercury, may be a bit dry and dark, and you would love it. With your Venus conjunct her Sun, there's also just easy affection here. You like her, admire her, which pleases her proud Leo Moon do much!

Her Venus is in Sagittarius is conjunct your descendant which is perfect for partnership. The relationship would be very loving, she especially would be super affectionate, she would be very supportive, funny, optimistic. She would help you grow and you would enjoy doing a lot of fun activities together.

Her Mars is in Virgo, it is trining your Capricorn Sun and Venus, so there is a good physical compatibility. She is someone who is very efficient in how she does things, in control, strategic which you would appreciate. She would also motivate you a lot. Her Mars is also in opposition to your Mars in Pisces, which brings an interesting balance once again. While she tends to think a lot and be very logical when taking action, you are more about following your intuition. So you would help her relax a bit. 

Her Jupiter, which is important since this planet rules your 7th house, is conjunct your Sun and Venus in Capricorn. In relationship you would want someone who help you grow, expand your horizons, which is what Jupiter does. So she would have that effect on you. 

I also think that Nayeon, Chaeyoung and Jihyo would be good matches. 

In Miss A, I ship you with Jia!

Jia is an Aquarius Sun and Venus, in conjunction with your Moon and Mercury. In your chart in general, I think Aquarius is a very important sign. Your Mercury is in Aquarius, as a Gemini rising it rules your chart so when someone makes contact to that Mercury it really helps you be yourself, be authentic, which is super important for a sign as unique as Aquarius. 

So Jia would be someone you would feel comfortable with, you could easily be yourself in her company and she would really love the eccentric side of you. She would accept you without any prejudice, with all your weirdness!

We don't know if her Moon is in Taurus or Gemini, but both are good for you. If it is in Taurus, it trines your Capricorn placements. Both Taurus and Capricorn are earth signs. So she would feel like she can rely on you. She needs stability and loyalty, no matter how freedom loving she is with her Aquarius Sun and Venus.

If her Moon is in Gemini, it fits your own Aquarius Moon, especially since your Moon is conjunct Mercury, so you need communication. You also both can have a tendency to analyse your emotions so you could easily talk about your feelings or even handle conflicts. Both Gemini and Aquarius are air signs so they are not too emotional, they prefer to deal with things rationally. Her potential Moon in Gemini would also be with your Ascendant and Saturn. This would make you relate to each other a lot. The way you talk, the way you interact with people (your ascendant) would make her feel at ease, interested in you.

Her Mars in Taurus supports your Sun and Venus well (just like Sana's Mars). It also matches the energy of your Pisces Mars. You both like to take your time.

Overall a very friendly, loving connection, similar air and earth energies that complement each other well.

In 2PM, I ship you with Wooyoung!

He is a Taurus Sun and Venus, you are a Capricorn Sun and Venus. You both are stable, loyal, dependable people who focus on concrete results. You both enjoy the same things, you may like the same foods, have similar hobbies. You both have a lot of self-respect as well. Your love language would be easy to understand. 

You both have the same Moon in Aquarius, so there is a great understanding between you two. For him it would be important to connect with his Moon since it is squaring his Taurus Sun. He would feel safe expressing the less conventional side of himself with you. 

His Mercury in Gemini would love to communicate with your Mercury in Aquarius. You would have very long talks, would enjoy to talk about many different concepts, especially since his Jupiter is here too. And it is all conjunct your ascendant. Jupiter is important for you since it rules your 7th house of partnership. So he would be both the teacher and the student with you. He would want to talk to you a lot, he would admire your knowledge and listen to your advices and at the same time, he would be a guide to you, he would also help you relax a little since with your Saturn being in Gemini as well, you can be hard on yourself at times. He would make you feel very good about yourself!

His Mars in Cancer is conjunct your Jupiter, so again we have that connection with Jupiter that you are looking. In this case he would be very motivated and inspired by you.

So here you go! In 2PM, you're pretty much compatible with everyone lol! Especially Chansung, Junho and Jun.K. 

Can I just say that in general you are very compatible with the groups you stan? I always have a hard time picking only one person!

💜💙💖

#astrology ship #kpop ship #2pm #wooyoung #miss a #jia #twice #sana #compatibility ship #kpop ships #kpop #astrology ships #astrology #synastry

[marksarmel]

What I’m Consuming

Gather ‘round ye mongrels of media as we attempt to satisfy our primal urge to consume!

TV

I started watching Steven Universe and these tasty 10 -12 minute episodes are like candy for my soul. Fun and light and happy.

Warrior Nun - Three episodes in and it’s a bit slow paced and I’m not a fan at all of the narration, but the action is very well done and it seems to be getting better.  I do love how seriously they’re taking a seriously ridiculous concept.

Game of Thrones is on rewatch. Not sure if I’m doing this to try to gain a new respect for some of the show’s lowest moments or just to relive the dragon fights and bastard fights and girl fights and wight fights and Tormund making goofy lusty eyes at Brienne. Also, can we get a GOT X-Files type of spin off with these two please? The first episode can be them figuring out whatever happened to Daario Naharis.

MOVIES

Take Shelter - This is an oldie that I was recently reminded about. Directed by Jeff Nichols and starring Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain Take Shelter is a lazy snake that you’re not quite sure if it’s poisonous or not. Nothing in this film happens fast and everything feels cramped. Whenever Shannon’s Curtis LaForche is on screen he feels ill fit to the world around him. Like he’s wearing clothes that are too big for him and indeed in some scenes he looks that way as well. Chastain as Samantha, displays a weary tension throughout, but has a steady mid-western constitution that allows her to maintain her sanity when things get weird. Watch it, but not if you’re the least bit sleepy.

Life of Pi - In one of my bouts of insomnia I decided to rewatch this. It was as good as I remember and I even teared up. After it was over I found my blessed pillow and drifted of to a dreamland filled with tigers and boats and monkeys.

MUSIC

Crushing - Julie Jacklin (2019)- If you believe a song can have a hauntingly danceable groove look for me at the edge of the dance floor hoping Julia Jacklin will pick me. Body, the opening song to her album Crushing is like walking the hallways of your high school at 2am in the morning. Everything is stuffed with an adult melancholy that the kids only mime in broken hearted text messages. The soft plodding bass and spare drums plucked at my emo heart strings so deftly that my first listen turned into a second third and a then a fourth when I watched the video. Now I’m off to listen to the rest of the album.

Oh My God - Kevin Morby (2019)- Oh my god indeed. I recently stumbled across Kevin Morby and I’m so glad I did. There’s a yearning religiousness that runs through this album, but don’t let that burden you. The music here is haunting, beautiful and vividly illustrative of those parts of America that feel sleepy, dark and a few years behind.

To Pimp A Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar (2015) - When this album dropped I remember being slightly disappointed as I was expecting something more in the realm of good kid, m.A.A.d city. After several listens I realized it is very much in the same realm. It’s just that the realm is Kendrick Lamar’s and he roams large. I’ve returned to this album lately as a salve for what’s happening now. It’s a salve and also a guiding light. How can it not be with songs like, Alright and the self realization of Momma and I?

The simple fact is Kendrick is a storyteller from a different time, the future perhaps, or maybe the past. Alternate dimensions are not out of the question. In a time where we are careening wildly from fear to hopelessness to hate to the unknown, Kendrick’s lyrics are the guideposts leading us home.

Tobe Nwigwe - I mentioned him in a WIC recently and was pleasantly surprised when a friend posted a video of him on a track with a guest verse by Paul Wall. The track Juice is a banger through and through with my favorite verse being when Paul calls Tobe, “Too real. True and real. Trill.”

Love What Survives - Mount Kimbie (2017)- Sometimes an album digs deep into your ear like Dig Dig and you can’t shake it no matter what. This is a good good thing. I’d heard a couple of songs from this album (Blue Train Lines with King Krule and Marilyn with Michau), but never gave it a full listen. I finally did and it’s like a lazy drive with the windows down on a cool day that ends with a sweet makeout session at night in a parking lot. Soft, electronic music with a deep soulfulness.

COMICS/BOOKS

Silver Surfer - Parable - This old classic by Stan Lee and Moebius is an interesting ride. It moves at a brisk pace and some of the story feels a bit dated, but it’s always a joy to see work by Moebius.

I re-read Jupiter’s Legacy Part 2 recently and was just as immediately enthralled as I was in my first read. The art from Frank Quitley is as gorgeous as ever and while the story by Mark Millar rushes a bit too fast to the end it’s still a great read.

The History of the Marvel Universe - This plucks all my Marvel nerd boy heart chords. The art is beautiful and while the writing feels a bit cramped as it struggles to fit in all the bits and pieces it’s a must have for any Marvel fan. (Add artist and writer names)

GAMES - I’m still driving with Mario Kart. It’s just too good.

RANDOM NOTES

I have re-discovered candy from my childhood. Obleas Mini Wafers and Gloria’s Goats Milk! I used to get these when I was a kid when my mom went to Mexico and brought them back for me. The Obleas are like tiny tortillas, about the size of a silver dollar, with a caramel filing in the middle. The outside is this super thin wafer that always reminded me of the wafers you get when you take communion. You can eat these without having to admit your sins so that’s great!

The Glorias are like mini sausages, but have nothing to do with meat. They’re made from goats milk and often come with pecans. As a kid I used to eat these by the handful, but now I savor them and take a half a bite and then come back later for the other half. Andalé!

#Whatimconsuming #what I'm consuming #consuming #watchingtv #musiclistening #reading comic books #comicbookreview #watchingmovies #silversrufer #parable #history of the marvel universe #jupiters legacy #tobynwigwe #JulieJacklin #steven universe #warriornun #gameofthrones #takesheltermovie #lifeofpi #mount kimbie

[optimisticvirtuoso]

From the 1 Year Anniversary GF Dating Sim Stream...

Here’s some of my favorite quotes, moments, or events from the second playthrough (Ford’s Route). 

Really wish I’d done this for Stan’s route too.

"Is my volume ok? good, because I'm spouting nonsense that you have to hear." -Rosie

"'Busy hopping thru portals n' shit, you know how it be' -Stanford Pines" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'I've made other discoveries as well: my butt is going numb.' -Stanford Pines" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Like this strap thing around my chest. Who knows what's behind it? A slingshot? A gun? A banana? You can't tell, can you?" -Rosie, in regards to Ford's belt.. thing

"You may be SCARRED FOR LIFE but it's for learning purposes." -mbdoodles

"It's a *rock*. It's Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson." -Rosie

"Made it a 4D experience and also decided to chew gum lol" -mythomagically

"In his cOaT tIdDiE pOcKeT" -Rosie

"What the hell is a matchbook?" -Rosie

"This isn't darkness, this is... advanced darkness." -pantspossum

"'You see a stranged, winged shadow..' It's DRACULA! AHAHAH!" -Rosie

"'But even in the dark, you see him grinning widely at you-' because he's a fucking nerd." -Rosie

"We're gonna touch the butt guys, it's gonna be great." -Rosie

"'Mothman turns and screeches-' WREEEEHHHH '-and flutters apart in a swarm of moths.'" -Rosie

"You'll never be SHIT, BILL." -nerdstreak

"We're going for true love's high five~ There it is!" -Rosie, in a singsong voice

"I'm a what?" "Yer a hotboi, player" -mythomagically

"Ford, do you even lift?" -Rosie

"Oh he LIFTS." "He lifts my heart right out of its chest." -Nerdstreak

"..and you turn the corner, and there he is- SHIA LABEOUF!" -Rosie

"Ford,, I'm cold,, can we borrow your turtleneck,," -mythomagically

"Can you guys shut the hell your mouth, please?" -Rosie

"Yeah Im waving a wooden spoon at you, dog, because it seems to be the only thing you're afraid of." -Rosie

Just the butter story in general, told by Rosie

"Rosie and Isa say gay rights!" -Rosie

"hOtBoI" -Various people, mostly Isa and Rosie and half of the chat over the course of both playthroughs

"Mothman was SHOOK." -Rosie

"We saw his swaying coat and inscrutable goggles and immediately thought 'Yes, this is husband material'." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'Now that he's looking at you, you don't remember what you were going to say' because he's so beautiful." -Rosie

"'Its still my house' in the middle of the street!" -Rosie

"Mabel is the..QUEEN of romance. Aphrodite who?" -Rosie

"Rose petals. That's funny. I'm Rose. Why did I write that?" -Rosie

"Mom said it's MY turn on the gay rights..." -Nerdstreak

"uwu~" -Rosie

*Intentional Beauty and the Beast references* -Rosie

"WhAt Is A fLiRtAtIon?!" -Rosie

"Ford, assuming it's something lewd, 'what the FUCC is a dm...'" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Heinz (Doofenschmirtz) is boyfriend material. DATEABLE." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'Hotboi (our player name), I'll be frank.' My name isn't Mabel anymore, I'm Frank." -Rosie

"Dem FOREARMS" -Nerdstreak

"[Ford] walks out of the kitchen and has a perfect handprint on his butt." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Let Mabel say Fuck." -pantspossum

"You smell like rotten eggs, yes you do, yes you do!" -Rosie, baby-talking a dog

"Can you quit snorting, please? It sounds like you're doing too much coke." -Rosie

"GASP! Everyone looks so scandalized!"  -Rosie

"'...brandishing something disturbingly pink-' ITS PEPTO BISMOL! YOU GUYS HAVE PEPTO BISMOL???" -Rosie

"Fors is like, conceivably one of the most dangerous humans on the planet, I just realized. Thaat's pretty hot tbh." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"*Whispering* Join me with my pretty nuggets, hotboi." -Rosie

"I just wiggled my butt as I said 'bushy-tailed'. Im getting into character, you guys!" -Rosie

"The Pines family is already the circus." -mbdoodles

*Loudly singing Uptown Funk* -Rosie

"You're about to experience the wrath of a god!" -Rosie, in a Mickey Mouse voice

"But Stan got a totally hot scar out of it." fuzzywuzzyspiders

The pepto-bismol references.

Singing Disco Girl, Uptown Funk, Reserve Everything Stays, Always Gold, and other songs in the chat.

"Holding hands? Scandalous." -mbdoodles

"FROM THE PEPTO-BISMOL SUNSET" -Rosie

"Next we might *gasp* see his ankles!" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'I've been breaking laws and taking names for 30 years and I cANT GO BACK TO JAIL." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Ford's been kicking names and taking ass." -mythomagically

"Heavy on the taking ass part." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Bill Cipher, the razzle dazzle dorito!" -mbdoodles

"That's not putting it lightly, you bitch." -Rosie

@rosielibrary @pixiespectacles @mythomagically-delicious @flamingredskyes @einahpetsyarcip @nerdstreak @dietpitt @pantspossum @gfds-jupiter @mbdoodles @themightyrancho

And of course,

@gfdatingsim 

If I missed anyone, let me know. I tried to tag as many as I could remember! 

Also my tag was different in chat (hafluteamatata)

#gfdatingsim #what year is it #im tired #ive been in stream for hoursss #my eyes #my head #but HOT DAMN DID I HAVE FUN #YALL ARE CRAZY AND I LOVE IT #i made new friends!! :D :D #HOTBOI #hotb-HOTBOI #Ill hear the calls of hotboi in my dreams moons from now #like flocks of angry seagulls #let us never forget hotboi

[davidmann95]

Brightburn?

So…wow. When I saw this morning that this was ‘what if Superman was a horror movie villain’ prior to watching the trailer, I assumed it would be a very general analogue standing in for the superhero genre as a whole, not a straight beat-for-beat riff on big blue with all the visual iconography in place.* And my first impression? I’m as sick as the next guy of Dark Superman - assuming the next guy is pretty fuckin’ fed up with that at this point - and I just generally don’t do horror movies period. But this looks like it could be absolutely fascinating and I’m definitely watching it.

What it comes down to is that there are three possibilities, and I’d only inherently have a negative response to one of them, and even then a largely subdued one. Firstly, there’s the chance that this isn’t a Superman commentary of substance and isn’t intending to be at all, it’s simply using the dressings of childhood comfort as a vehicle for horror, and that’s perfectly standard stuff for the genre that I don’t have a problem with in the least. The less palatable but definitely realistic possibility - especially in the current cultural climate where just fucking hating that dude is the prevailing stance -  is that it is about Superman, but the sort of obvious “he’d be bad because he’s an alien/because he’d be a kid with that kind of power” deconstructive angle that doesn’t say anything but ‘if these fictional conceits of how these also fictional things work weren’t in place, it sure would turn out badly!’. And even then, that’s a shoulder shrug of disappointment and maybe some annoyance from me at most; they said their thing, they made clear they don’t like him, fine, whatever, glad you had your say, I’ll be over here with him still liking him, you be over there liking what you do like. Doesn’t directly impact Superman, so as far as I’m concerned everybody wins.

The third, riskiest but most interesting possibility (and the one I’m leaning towards given the “there is good inside you” bit from that damn pretrailer trailer that gives away the whole game)? That this does have something to say about Superman, but it’s attempting something of actual substance. Whether for or against him for that matter! I’m fine with a solid Superman deconstruction as long as it has something to say, whether trying to tear him down or illustrate his virtues by contrast. For the former, I may not think the Public Spirit of Marshal Law is much of a valid attack on Superman as a character, but that’s not the point. He’s an attack on him as an icon, and in that role he’s entirely valid as a grotesque muscled finger pointed at Superman acting as a sanitized public shorthand for America as a whole. And Irredeemable,** a comic by the guy who maybe has it out for Superman less than anyone who has ever lived, is the comic that made Superman my favorite character by interrogating the mechanics of Superman’s world and showing how they would warp and break down a lesser man. And there’s a lot of room here for that latter approach as well as the former! Perhaps this examines how the mythological touchstones for the character are mistaken for the fundamental morality he represents,*** bolstering the parental instincts of these well-meaning folks and leading them towards the mistaken but understandable belief that their boy is a good person until it’s too late? Maybe how the lessons of the character don’t necessarily translate properly into the black-and-white view of a child with the power to try and see them through, leading to catastrophic results? It could even be that it isn’t even as simple as him being an outright monster, but just a kid with problems lashing out on a monstrous scale, and the question is if the good Superman stands for that his mother still believes he has inside of him is enough to try and become a hero in spite of what he’s done. As long as it’s well done, anything in this regard would be something I’d be very much here for for the insights it could offer.

Also, since this has become a part of the narrative so quickly: aside from the sheer delightful cheek of the ‘Visionary Director’ bit (especially given it was hyping up his involvement solely as a producer in the same way as Christopher Nolan was for MOS), I don’t see this as a shot across the bow at Man of Steel (nor a ‘ripoff’ as many Snyder stans are describing it, which as a description - taken at face value given the definition and implications of the word they’re throwing around - is actually and hilariously an infinitely more devastating own on Man of Steel than anything this movie might conceivably accomplish). Of course it’s playing off those aesthetics, it was the most recent major mass-media take on the character, if Snyder had never gotten his hands on him it in all likelihood just would’ve been playing off of Donner instead. The closest I’ve seen to a solid argument suggesting it’s against that specifically is this theory that it could be a deconstruction of Ma and Pa rather than Superman, specifically in that the “you’re special and dangerous and there’s no one else like you” rhetoric could emotionally damage a child in ways that wouldn’t likely lead to Superman. And even then, minus the specific anti-helping-people deal that we can only speculate about the presence or absence of, that’s a common enough thing in Superman stories that it’d be a dig at a lot more than Snyder.

So yeah. Interested and cautiously optimistic, even if like @deathchrist2000 the logo initially made me think this was gonna be a Nameless movie and it’s a shame that’s not happening. What’s with the name though?

* Hilariously, I’ve seen Zack Snyder stans tweet that he - y’know, as opposed to Warner Brothers - should sue everyone involved with Brightburn for doing this riff on Superman that may or not be specifically riffing on his on a level beyond some visual homages. Given that crowd often goes with the “look, you fake geek plebes would have loved MOS and BVS if you read the comics” tack, I guess “the comics” didn’t include Astro City or Irredeemable or Supreme or Superior or Squadron Supreme or The Sentry or Blue Marvel or Majestic or Miracleman or Jupiter’s Legacy or Invincible or Love & Capes or that one dope arc of Hickman’s New Avengers or The Authority or Superduperman or Marshal Law.

** Speaking of which, that Irredeemable movie ever happening at this point? In the unlikely event anything’s still going on behind the scenes with it, hard to say if this paves the way or yanks the rug out from under it.

*** …okay, MAYBE then it’s kind of a dig at Man of Steel, though even then that’s a big maybe, and again would attack far more than that.

#Brightburn #Superman #David Yarovesky #Brian Gunn #Mark Gunn #James Gunn #Man of Steel #DCEU #Worlds of DC #Opinion

[lake-lyn]

ET’s exclusive excerpt of The Tyrant’s Tomb by Rick Riordan (1/2)

Chapter 1

There is no food here

Meg ate all the Swedish fish

Please get off my hearse

I believe in returning dead bodies.

It seems like a simple courtesy, doesn’t it? A warrior dies, you should do what you can to get their body back to their people for funerary rites. Maybe I’m old-fashioned. I am over four thousand years old. But I find it rude not to properly dispose of corpses.

Achilles during the Trojan War, for instance. Total pig. He chariot-dragged the body of the Trojan champion Hector around the walls of the city for days. Finally I convinced Zeus to pressure the big bully into returning Hector’s body to his parents so he could have a decent burial. I mean, come on. Have a little respect for the people you slaughter.

Then there was Oliver Cromwell’s corpse. I wasn’t a fan of the man, but please. First, the English bury him with honors. Then they decide they hate him, so they dig him up and “execute” his body. Then his head falls off the pike where it’s been impaled for decades and gets passed around from collector to collector for almost three centuries like a disgusting souvenir snow globe. Finally, in 1960, I whispered in the ears of some influential people, Enough, already. I am the god Apollo, and I order you to bury that thing. You’re grossing me out.

When it came to Jason Grace, my fallen friend and half bropppther, I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. I would personally escort his coffin to Camp Jupiter and see him off with full honors.

That turned out to be a good call. What with the ghouls attacking us and everything.

Sunset turned San Francisco Bay into a cauldron of molten copper as our private plane landed at Oakland Airport. I say our private plane. The chartered trip was actually a parting gift from our friend Piper McLean and her movie star father. (Everyone should have at least one friend with a movie star parent.)

Waiting for us beside the runway was another surprise the McLeans must have arranged: a gleaming black hearse. Meg McCaffrey and I stretched our legs on the tarmac while the ground crew somberly removed Jason’s coffin from the Cessna’s storage bay. The polished mahogany box seemed to glow in the evening light. Its brass fixtures glinted red. I hated how beautiful it was. Death shouldn’t be beautiful.

The crew loaded it into the hearse, then transferred our luggage to the backseat. We didn’t have much: Meg’s back- pack and mine (courtesy of Marco’s Military Madness), my bow and quiver and ukulele, and a couple of sketchbooks and a poster-board diorama we’d inherited from Jason.

I signed some paperwork, accepted the flight crew’s condolences, then shook hands with a nice undertaker who handed me the keys to the hearse and walked away.

I stared at the keys, then at Meg McCaffrey, who was chewing the head off a Swedish fish. The plane had been stocked with half a dozen tins of the squishy red candy. Not anymore. Meg had single-handedly brought the Swedish sh ecosystem to the brink of collapse.

“I’m supposed to drive?” I wondered. “Is this a rental hearse?”

Meg shrugged. During our flight, she’d insisted on sprawling on the Cessna’s sofa, so her dark pageboy haircut was flattened against the side of her head. One rhinestone-studded point of her cat-eye glasses poked through her hair like a disco shark n.

The rest of her out t was equally disreputable: floppy red high-tops, threadbare yellow leggings, and the well-loved knee-length green frock she’d gotten from Percy Jackson’s mother. By well-loved, I mean the frock had been through so many battles, washed and mended so many times, it looked less like a piece of clothing and more like a deflated hot-air balloon. Around Meg’s waist was the pièce de résistance: her multi-pocketed gardening belt, because children of Demeter never leave home without one.

“I don’t have a driver’s license,” she said, as if I needed a reminder that my life was presently being controlled by a twelve-year-old. “I call shotgun.”

“Calling shotgun” didn’t seem appropriate for a hearse. Nevertheless, Meg skipped to the passenger’s side and climbed in. I got behind the wheel. Soon we were out of the airport and cruising north on I-880 in our rented black grief-mobile.

Ah, the Bay Area . . . I’d spent some happy times here. The vast misshapen geographic bowl was jam-packed with interesting people and places. I loved the green-and-golden hills, the fog-swept coastline, the glowing lacework of bridges and the crazy zigzag of neighborhoods shouldered up against one another like subway passengers at rush hour.

Back in the 1950s, I played with Dizzy Gillespie at Bop City in the Fillmore. During the Summer of Love, I hosted an impromptu jam session in Golden Gate Park with the Grateful Dead. (Lovely bunch of guys, but did they really need those fteen-minute-long solos?) In the 1980s, I hung out in Oakland with Stan Burrell—otherwise known as MC Hammer—as he pioneered pop rap. I can’t claim credit for Stan’s music, but I did advise him on his fashion choices. Those gold lamé parachute pants? My idea. You’re welcome, fashionistas.

Most of the Bay Area brought back good memories. But as I drove, I couldn’t help glancing to the northwest—toward Marin County and the dark peak of Mount Tamalpais. We gods knew the place as Mount Othrys, seat of the Titans. Even though our ancient enemies had been cast down, their palace destroyed, I could still feel the evil pull of the place—like a magnet trying to extract the iron from my now-mortal blood.

I did my best to shake the feeling. We had other problems to deal with. Besides, we were going to Camp Jupiter—friendly territory on this side of the bay. I had Meg for backup. I was driving a hearse. What could possibly go wrong?

The Nimitz Freeway snaked through the East Bay flatlands, past warehouses and docklands, strip malls and rows of dilapidated bungalows. To our right rose downtown Oakland, its small cluster of high-rises facing off against its cooler neighbor San Francisco across the Bay as if to proclaim We are Oakland! We exist, too!

Meg reclined in her seat, propped her red high-tops up on the dashboard, and cracked open her window.

“I like this place,” she decided.

“We just got here,” I said. “What is it you like? The abandoned warehouses? That sign for Bo’s Chicken ’N’ Waffles?”

“Nature.”

“Concrete counts as nature?”

“There’s trees, too. Plants flowering. Moisture in the air. The eucalyptus smells good. It’s not like . . .”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence. Our time in Southern California had been marked by scorching temperatures, extreme drought, and raging wild res—all thanks to the magical Burning Maze controlled by Caligula and his hate-crazed sorceress bestie, Medea. The Bay Area wasn’t experiencing any of those problems. Not at the moment, anyway.

We’d killed Medea. We’d extinguished the Burning Maze. We’d freed the Erythraean Sibyl and brought relief to the mortals and withering nature spirits of Southern California.

But Caligula was still very much alive. He and his co- emperors in the Triumvirate were still intent on controlling all means of prophecy, taking over the world, and writing the future in their own sadistic image. Right now, Caligula’s fleet of evil luxury yachts was making its way toward San Francisco to attack Camp Jupiter. I could only imagine what sort of hellish destruction the emperor would rain down on Oakland and Bo’s Chicken ’N’ Waffles.

Even if we somehow managed to defeat the Triumvirate, there was still that greatest Oracle, Delphi, under the control of my old nemesis Python. How I could defeat him in my present form as a sixteen-year-old weakling, I had no idea.

But, hey. Except for that, everything was fine. The eucalyptus smelled nice.

Traf c slowed at the I-580 interchange. Apparently, California drivers didn’t follow that custom of yielding to hearses out of respect. Perhaps they gured at least one of our passengers was already dead, so we weren’t in a hurry.

Meg toyed with her window controls, raising and lower- ing the glass. Reeee. Reeee. Reeee.

“You know how to get to Camp Jupiter?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“ ’Cause you said that about Camp Half-Blood.”

“We got there! Eventually.”

“Frozen and half-dead.”

“Look, the entrance to camp is right over there.” I waved vaguely at the Oakland Hills. “There’s a secret passage in the Caldecott Tunnel or something.”

“Or something?”

“Well, I haven’t actually ever driven to Camp Jupiter,” I admitted. “Usually I descend from the heavens in my glorious sun chariot. But I know the Caldecott Tunnel is the main entrance. There’s probably a sign. Perhaps a Demigods Only lane.”

Meg peered at me over the top of her glasses. “You’re the dumbest god ever.” She raised her window with a final Reeee. SHLOOMP!—a sound that reminded me uncomfortably of a guillotine blade.

We turned west onto Highway 24. The congestion eased as the hills loomed closer. The elevated lanes soared past neighborhoods of winding streets and tall conifers, white stucco houses clinging to the sides of grassy ravines.

A road sign promised CALDECOTT TUNNEL ENTRANCE, 2 MI. That should have comforted me. Soon, we’d pass through the borders of Camp Jupiter into a heavily guarded, magically camouflaged valley where an entire Roman legion could shield me from my worries, at least for a while.

Why, then, were the hairs on the back of my neck quivering like sea worms?

Something was wrong. It dawned on me that the uneas- iness I’d felt since we landed might not be the distant threat of Caligula, or the old Titan base on Mount Tamalpais, but something more immediate . . . something malevolent, and getting closer.

I glanced in the rearview mirror. Through the back window’s gauzy curtains, I saw nothing but traffic. But then, in the polished surface of Jason’s coffin lid, I caught the reflection of movement from a dark shape outside—as if a human-size object had just own past the side of the hearse.

“Oh. Meg?” I tried to keep my voice even. “Do you see anything unusual behind us?”

“Unusual like what?”

THUMP.

The hearse lurched as if we’d been hitched to a trailer full of scrap metal. Above my head, two foot-shaped impressions appeared in the upholstered ceiling.

“Something just landed on the roof,” Meg deduced.

“Thank you, Sherlock McCaffrey! Can you get it off?”

“Me? How?”

That was an annoyingly fair question. Meg could turn the rings on her middle fingers into wicked gold swords, but if she summoned them in close quarters, like the interior of the hearse, she a) wouldn’t have room to wield them, and b) might end up impaling me and/or herself.

CREAK. CREAK. The footprint impressions deepened as the thing adjusted its weight like a surfer on a board. It must have been immensely heavy to sink into the metal roof.

A whimper bubbled in my throat. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. I yearned for my bow and quiver in the backseat, but I couldn’t have used them. DWSPW, driving while shooting projectile weapons, is a big no-no, kids.

“Maybe you can open the window,” I said to Meg. “Lean out and tell it to go away.”

“Um, no.” (Gods, she was stubborn.) “What if you try to shake it off?”

Before I could explain that this was a terrible idea while traveling fifty miles an hour on a highway, I heard a sound like a pop-top aluminum can opening—the crisp pneumatic hiss of air through metal. A claw punctured the ceiling—a grimy white talon the size of a drill bit. Then another. And another. And another, until the upholstery was studded with ten pointy white spikes—just the right number for two very large hands.

“Meg?” I yelped. “Could you—?”

I don’t know how I might have finished that sentence. Protect me? Kill that thing? Check in the back to see if I have any spare undies?

I was rudely interrupted by the creature ripping open our roof like we were a birthday present.

Staring down at me through the ragged hole was a withered, ghoulish humanoid, its blue-black hide glistening like the skin of a house y, its eyes filmy white orbs, its bared teeth dripping saliva. Around its torso uttered a loincloth of greasy black feathers. The smell coming off it was more putrid than any dumpster—and believe me, I’d fallen into a few.

“FOOD!” it howled.

“Kill it!” I yelled at Meg.

“Swerve!” she countered.

One of the many annoying things about being incarcerated in my puny mortal body: I was Meg McCaffrey’s servant. I was bound to obey her direct commands. So when she yelled “swerve,” I yanked the steering wheel hard to the right. The hearse handled beautifully. It careened across three lanes of traffic, barreled straight through the guardrail, and plummeted into the canyon below.

#ttt #the tyrants tomb #the tyrant’s tomb #rick riordan #meg mccaffrey

[acquaintanceataraxia]

Maybe his is gonna make me sound like an 11 year old Sonic fan but when did it stop being okay to unironically like “edgy” things. I’m not talking about shit like South Park or sexy demon ladies with boobs the size of Jupiter - I mean characters with a little too much black or spikes or a broody personality. Things like Beelzemon or Shadow or Absol. Why are these cringy to enjoy without providing a disclaimer like “haha this thing is so edgy it’s funny.” Even content creators I like or people who are vehemently anti cringe culture always have to prefix their enjoyment of these things with a “I don’t care if it’s edgy, I still like it”, or “it’s really stupid how edgy this thing is and that’s why I like it”. Why can’t we go back to being 12 and stop caring about if something is spiky or dark or broody as long as it’s still a good design or a cool character. Was it oversaturation? Was it because there were too many dark or self serious characters in the 2000′s? It’s 2019 and time to go back to stanning Darkrai cowards.

#random daily thots #vent? #i've been thinking about this for awhile

[queerchoicesblog]

Beautiful Curse (ACOR, Lena x MC)

Hello lovelies! Here’s another ACOR Lena x MC fanfic. Told ya I was gonna write more xD

Lucilla (MC) keeps sneaking away from the scholae to find a way to save Syphax from his fate and Lena is worried: Rome is no longer a safe place with Caesar threatening to take over the Senate and senators plotting to win the war against the general. She has a talk with the Gallic girl but things didn’t go as she hoped.

Word Count: 1898

Tagging: @indescribablechoices (you did ask to be tagged in future fics, right?), @brightpinkpeppercorn , @gayestchoices (Lena’s stan?)

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“Lena wants to talk to you”

Xanthe announced storming in Lucilla’s chamber where the Gallic girl was practicing with her cithara. 

“Now?” she asked, sighing.

Xanthe leaned on the threshold, a triumphant smile on her lips.

“Now” she confirmed crossing her arms “I bet you are in trouble. And for Jupiter’s sake, take that monkey away from me! I’m an asset of this scholae, I can’t be bitten by that ugly creature” she added gesturing to Cirta who was showing her his teeth menacingly.

“Relax, Cirta” Lucilla gently scratched her little monkey’s head and Cirta threw her a confused look. The girl looked back to Xanthe and said coldly “Xanthe was just leaving”

“I think YOU are the one leaving and for good this time!” the other girl laughed “Oh good riddance, I can’t wait to see you kicked out, barbarian”

Lucilla stood and approached her rival then she said in her face, her tone calm: “Keep dreaming, Xanthe, cause I’m not going anywhere. Where’s Lena?”

“In her room. Private meetings are no good news, princess” Xanthe replied, twisting her face in disgust as she pronounced the last word.

Lucilla ignored her and went straight to Lena’s chamber. The domina was the only one allowed to have a small apartment inside the scholae. The Gaul knocked on the ebony door and as she heard Lena’s voice from inside, she came in and closed the door behind her.

Lena had already removed her golden ornaments and was undoing her braid before retiring for the night. 

“Oh Lucilla, it’s you. Thank you for not keeping me waiting” Lena said loosening the last strand of hair. 

“Please take a seat” she gestured to an armchair as she walked to the other one.

“I know it’s late but I’m afraid this conversation cannot wait any longer. I asked you to come here because apparently, this is the only place where walls don’t have ears”

Lucilla cleared her throat and nodded to the door. Lena pinched her nose and stood. When she opened the door, she found Xanthe standing right there. The girl gaped and started mumbling an apology but Lena cut her short and threw her a steely gaze.

“Let me catch you eavesdropping at my door once more, Xanthe, and I’ll assign you to cleaning duties until further notice. Toilet cleaning. Do I make myself clear?”

Xanthe opened her mouth to protest but she knew better than contradict her domina. She just nodded and walked away. 

Lena closed the door behind her and turned to Lucilla groaning.

“This feud of yours is pathetic and utterly annoying if you ask me”

“I didn’t start that, domina” Lucilla lowered her eyes.

“No you didn’t but you certainly added fuel to it” Lena commented taking a seat. “Whatever, this is not why I asked you to come here tonight. I’ve heard that you made a habit of sneaking away after dark lately, is it true?”

Lucilla raised her eyes to meet Lena’s gaze.

“Xanthe told you, I knew she-”

“Answer me, Lucilla”

The Gaul exhaled loudly.

“Yes, domina. But for a good cause: I cannot bear that Syphax may be sentenced to death for a crime he didn’t commit! There must be something I can do, we can do to save him!”

Lena’s gaze softened imperceptibly as she diverted her eyes.

“Syphax is a dear friend of mine. We’re both Numidian and we’ve been around each other for a while. I’m in pain for him: my heart broke when you told me that he was arrested”

“I...I feel guilty for that” Lucilla admitted.

“Xanthe is trying to convince everyone that you are the real murderer”

“Do you believe her?” the girl asked tentatively.

Lena turned to face her and inhaled deeply.

“I don’t know. I don’t...want to know what happened in that room”

Lucilla gave her a pained look and nodded. Lena spoke again.

“She’s also claiming that you and Syphax are...intimate”

“She’s a liar, Lena. Syphax has been nothing but kind to me and protected me but he’s my bodyguard, nothing more. A friend, maybe but I know the rules: I would never disrespect you and sleep with him” 

Lucilla lowered her eyes once again, her cheeks turning pink.

“Besides, my heart belongs to someone else“

Lena sighed relieved.

“I’m glad to hear you didn’t get involved with him...but beware of what your heart desires, Lucilla. You’re a courtesan now, you can’t let it run free” she added, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Then she recollected herself.

“It’s quite ironic that you talk about respecting the rules after you adopted a monkey and brought it here without my consent, maybe murdered a tribune of Rome and keep sneaking away at night! It seems like you don’t like my rules much!”

“Lena I-”

“Why do you think I make all these rules? You said your father was a chieftain in Gaul, you should understand it better than anyone else here. Change is coming to Rome and I can’t tell if it’s a good thing. But I know one thing: turmoils are dangerous. Some people out there are dangerous and you have already crossed one: Senator Glycia. Not to mention Marc Anthony who keeps asking for you. Lucilla, there are wolves out there, enemies I cannot fight alone.” 

Lena sighed grimly before speaking again.

“You said you made a vow when you were separated from your family. I made one too when I became the domina of this scholae. I made an oath to the Gods to protect every girl under my wing. To give them support and freedom, the highest freedom a woman might have in the Roman society. To educate them but most importantly to offer them a safe place and protect them from the evil lurking in the streets of this city”

“So you made all these rules” Lucilla completed.

Lena nodded.

“Now you understand why they’re so important to me?”

“Yes domina, but there must be something we can do for Syphax! He’s your friend and you have a reputation, you’re a gentlewoman-”

Lena smiled grimly to herself.

“I don’t know if a domina like me can be called a gentlewoman, dear Lucilla. And I’m afraid my reputation is not as strong as it was once. When I was younger, around your age, I was Rome premier courtesan and oh back then, I’m sure a patrician or two would have guaranteed for me and even leaped at my command, so to speak. But now...now I’m nothing but a pale reflection of the ‘Numidian Goddess’ I once was”

“I didn’t expect Romans to be so blind” the Gaul exclaimed.

“What do you mean?” Lena gave her a quizzical look.

Lucilla swallowed hard and diverted her eyes.

“I...I mean that the girls here, yeah they may be younger than you but they can’t hold a candle to you and your grace. You’re beautiful, compassionate, you know lots of things and have such a refined taste, they just can’t compare and I’m surprised that the Roman elite is so blinded by the novelty to be that oblivious of...well you...domina”

Lena was taken aback by such words.

‘Does she mean it or is she trying to trick me? She seems genuine but still she can’t be trusted that easily...and I can’t let my own feelings interfere’ Lena thought as her heart tightened. If only Lucilla wasn’t one of the girls of her scholae and Rome was not on the verge of chaos. ‘If only I was younger...you surely deserve better than me...’

“You’re quite a flatter, princess” she managed to say, smiling weakly.

“Oh no, no flattery intended, Lena! I only spoke my mind” the Gaul gaped “I’m...I’m sorry if I offended you or-”

Lena took the girl’s hands into hers and gave her a pleading look.

“Lucilla, don’t sneak away after dark, it’s not safe. And...I know that you hold a grudge to the Roman because of what they did to your people, to your family and yourself: I remember the day they dragged you here covered with dirt and bruises. You try to hide it but I can feel that fire burning inside you. Don’ t let it consume you. I’m...I’m begging you. You told me once that your mother was a priestess: please don’t listen to the siren’s call of Nemesis and let more merciful gods guide you. I’m sure your mother would agree with me”

Lucilla hanged her head before searching into her domina’s eyes. 

“Lena, I owe you my life but you... you know I can’t promise you that. I told you that the day you saved me: I will always belong to my tribe and I owe them justice. Not even a payback but...justice. The one they didn’t get back then. This means I have to keep some wolves close: it’s the price to pay. I owe it to my people and my family, which I will never stop searching. Yes, even in the midst of this chaos. But I don’t want to hurt other innocents like Syphax. I will never forgive myself if something bad happens to him because of me. You always knew I cannot be tamed, Lena”

The older woman’s eyes welled with tears.

“But how can I protect you if keep putting yourself in danger? Tell me how, Lucilla?”

The Gaul smiled weakly at her.

“I’m afraid you can’t, Lena”

“Let me try! I couldn’t bear to see you-” Lena’s last words died in her mouth as her voice cracked.

Lucilla’s heart tightened seeing her domina, her stunning, caring domina on the verge of tears. ‘Maybe she...no she would never. She wouldn’t break that rule’ she thought.

“I can take care of myself” she tried to reassure her.

“But of course! Like you did at Senator Glycia‘s villa” Lena groaned.

“No, that was an-”

Lena cut her short, a stern look on her face:

“You leave me no choice, Lucilla: let me catch you sneaking away after dark once more and you’ll get assigned to cleaning duties too if that’s what it takes to keep you safe. You can go now”

“But Lena!” Lucilla protested.

“You can go” Lena repeated, looking her in the eye “May you have a good night, Lucilla”

Fury and heartbreak waltzed in the Gallic girl’s eyes as she stood and leave the room, slamming the door behind her.

When she was alone in the room, Lena grabbed her head and a sob escaped her mouth. ‘Good Gods, I’ve never met anyone as stubborn as you! The look in your eyes tells me that you truly meant every single word: nothing will convince you to step back from your plan, not even self-sacrifice. I understand your reasons but...I can’t let you risk your own life, I just can’t! There must be something I can do to save you...even if it makes me look like just another Roman enemy of yours. But if it saves you, if it means you will still have a life to live when this is over, I’m willing to lose your affection’.

Her face twisted in pain, for it truly felt as someone stabbed her in the heart at that moment. She raised her head to threw one last look to the door the Gallic girl, her secret, unmentionable love slammed in fury.

‘You truly are a beautiful curse, Princess. A beautiful curse...’

#a courtesan of rome #acor #Lena #lena x mc #playchoices #choices fanfiction