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thesirenisles · 5 days

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Mercury’s Prophets🐍🪽

gemini & virgo

love, mythology, astrology observations✨

🌬️Mercury in the 1st house, 3rd house, 6th house,

🌬️Sun-Mercury Aspects, Jupiter-Mercury aspects

🌬️Gemini Sun, Ascendant, Rising, Venus, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Gemini Stellium

🌬️Virgo Sun, Ascendant, Venus, Mercury, Mars, Jupier, Stellium

🌬️Jupiter in the 3rd house, Jupiter in Gemini, 6th house

🌬️Mercury Dominant, 3rd House Stellium, 6th House Stellium

“She leapt from the Earth. The free winds of the skies coursed beneath her golden wings as she raced for the clouds… the burden of her omniscience left behind. Nothing but silence above the heavens.”

Fascinating mythological history below! Please do not steal any of my original writing.

Voice of the Gods,

Soaring high above, with Godly knowledge ever-expanding… you are a magnificent being, Mercurian.

Gifted with wings to be free of the Earth 🌍 , one might confuse you for an angel.

However, Mercury blesses you with these wings to be a divine messenger, a literal VOICE of the Gods. ✨.

A prophet of sorts if you will. 💁🏾‍♀️

This energy makes you quite attractive, blessing you with divine looks and energy that is welcomed in any room.

When you speak, everyone listens. (Esp. 3rd house). This is a gift and a curse, of course, but it is still very powerful.

People can spot a Mercurian a mile away with your extensive knowledge and mellifluous way of speaking. You have a silver tongue. You could sell water to a fish in the middle of the ocean. (Pisces, I'm talking about you lol. Stop being gullible!).

The words you say leave a lasting impression and can cut someone deep to their core negatively, while also you could bless them greatly with your insightful knowledge and advice! (Because duh, Duality.💁🏾‍♀️)

You are always balancing two halves of yourself. Gemini of Air and Virgo of the Earth.

At your core, you’re both here to make connections and say what needs to be said!

With your planetary ruler being the fastest orbiting planet in our galaxy, you are always in constant, fast motion.

Ideas.. thoughts.. feelings… are always racing through the mind of a Mercurial being. Most are gifted with a natural claircognizance “clear knowing”, which can look different depending on the placement.

Why is this?

Mercury (Hermes to the Greeks, Thoth to the Ancient Egyptians) rules over commerce, communication, short travels, boundaries, intelligence, trickery, and thievery! 👀 LOL

GEMINI or the 3rd house apply these gifts in their natural settings: to the mind, communication, social activity, siblings (twins).

VIRGO or the 6th house on the other hand apply these gifts to their everyday routines and relationships. Less talking and more analysis & servitude. (The maiden).

The Duality of Mercury

Virgo vs. Gemini

Mercury was the messenger of the Gods. He was essential to the communication and diplomacy between the realms. Each one trusted him. So, of course he knew them all well... and their dirty laundry.

🐍 Is it no wonder why they seem to know just about everybody and everybody’s business? Do not deny it, Virgo. LOL👀

Although they held more power individually, Mercury held the power of being their collective voice! (Also rules oration) They entrusted him with how and what was said on their behalf… often being a literal translator. (Powerful!)

This is similar to situations many Geminis and Virgos find themselves in. Many will come to you for advice and insert you into their dealings.👀 (As the middleman.)

Geminis on a social level and Virgos often within the family and relationships.

The Gods' divine trust came with plenty of gifts, which you’ll also find true of lovers in this lifetime. People value you and your gifts, which gives you purpose. (A virgo's dream.)

The most significant gift given to Mercury, was perhaps his trademark wand or staff... known as

"The Caduceus"

Per the mythology, the caduceus was gifted to him by the Sun God, Apollo. A magical olive branch staff with two serpents intertwining around its base.

They say if it touched the dying, it blessed them with a gentle death. However, when applied to the deceased… they would literally return to life. (DUALITY!)

I like to believe these two snakes themselves are yet another symbol of Mercury’s duality.

One is good and the other bad. One yin. Other yang. One Virgo and One Gemini👀

🐍Mercury was also known as the trickster God or God of thievery!

This is essential to note because I have a theory (possibly far-fetched, but makes so much sense) that this may have a connection to a certain Garden of Eden… where a certain serpent spoke to a certain woman and convinced her to eat the fruit of …. KNOWLEDGE. 🤯

They say that before the caduceus had it's powers, it was just a branch. Mercury was stuck in servitude to the God's.

But…what if… Mercury being the trickster God convinced the maiden (virgo) to bite of the the fruit of knowledge in the forbidden garden and gained a portion of the powers of Mercury that he did not want.

If Virgo took on the need to serve, then Mercury would be free to frolick the realms with his tricks and thievery. He was also remarked as a habitual line-stepper, or boundary-crosser. (This is unevolved Gemini energy all the way)

This really gets deep when you realize that Virgo's sister sign Pisces (whom in my Neptune post, I compared to Persephone) bit of the fruit of Hades in the same curious fashion and was in more or less words cursed!

This does not mean that being of service is a curse in any way, but honestly, the mythology behind this dual planet is fascinating.

I think Virgo actually bossed her side of the energy up to the max. She is the earthy incarnation of her own genius, often never showing just how intelligent she really is... so as not to reveal her cards.

Virgo can bring her wildest ideas to fruition within the Earthy realm! (After it's perfected to her liking of course.) A gift!

However, Virgo can also have some trickery within her nature… often appearing or putting on a more innocent act than she really is.

But, with Mercurian energy there is always the possibility for their beautiful thoughts to come out a bit... wrong.

This brings me to a very important note.

🐍Please beware of false gossip.

It’s inevitable honestly, as people can’t help but give knowledge to a heavenly messenger.

However, with the optional tongue of a serpent… be mindful of the power you possess Mercurians! (Think: Parsel-tongue in Harry Potter Universe.) It’s nothing to play with because here in this Earthly realm, Saturn is dominant and it is the ruler of Karma.

You are a divine PROPHET (or Prophetess). Please handle your energy as such. 🫶🏾

Mercurial Love Bites🐍✨

In love, they’ll have many admirers in several dimensions.

🐍I imagine a Gemini Mercurian as a sapiosexual, playboy of sorts. You’ll have your choosing of many lovers and will probably choose none… in search of new lands and ideas to learn and add to your beautiful collection.

You'll have an array of different tastes (in the bedroom as well) and will share passion with many, as you are a master of tricks.

🐍 It’s hard to lockdown a Godly intelligent being with the ability to fly away at a moments notice.

Many an earthly sign lover and watery soul will long for you and you will spin whimsical circles around them with ease, for you are too quick to catch.

Nothing too heavy or emotional, you must keep it light for this winged beauty or she’ll float away…

But, I do have to ask…my beautiful Geminis, 3rd housers if it ever gets tiresome to always be on the go?

Connecting too much to your air and neglecting your earthly connections through Mercury could leave you afloat for all eternity… alone. (This can of course be counter-acted with other placements in the natal chart.)

🐍Virgo Mercurians on the other hand are much more Earthy with their approach to love. This is the person who has thought very intricately about what the lover of their life will look like, smell like, and even their speech cadence. She eagerly awaits to be a perfect wife, organizing the home, teaching the children, etc.

Many will try to win her, as her innocent.. maiden-like energy is very attractive. While she may appear innocent, she is not naive!

All of her daily beauty routines, outfit curations, and perfected speech will not be wasted on just any man.

The Virgo's analytical eyes has surveyed many a suitor who tried to win her heart. She is looking for the perfect man. The one whom she can serve and assist while being provided for in return.

Better believe, if she chose you.. you have checked all of her boxes. For, she wants an Earthly promise...(AKA, Where's the money? If you ask me, the perfect suitor is perhaps a Capricorn or Taurus dominant. ) But, my Virgo queens... do not neglect your airy influences of Mercury as well. Life can be more rewarding than the material world.

This was a bit longer than i intended! But, I have never seen an in depth explanation of these dual energies of Mercury!

Thank you for reading! Wishing you blessings! 🪽✨

Neptune Observation♓️✨

Pluto Observation ♏️✨

Other planets coming soon!

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achenetype · 2 months

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loser! luke who sees aphrodite!reader with tons of gifts and letters from admirers and gets a bit insecure about his crush on her but all reader really wants is for him to man up and tell her his feelings 🥹🥹🥹

loser!luke nation rise UPPPP. pathetic men are the best

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

content: some suggestive themes, luke being so whipped for reader it hurts, daughter of aphrodite reader, mutual pining, first kiss (let's go luke you finally did it!)

listening to: right here by chase atlantic

you knew he liked you. he wasn't exactly subtle about it, but then again, no one was subtle to you. you were aphrodite's daughter. the goddess of love had blessed you with, among other things, the ability to sense feelings from a mile away. and luke's feelings were strong.

they changed depending on the day. every now and then, talking to him, you'd catch a tiny flicker of love from him. when you'd helped him look over strategy for capture the flag, his emotions rung out companionship, shot through with striations of the kind of love you have for a comrade in battle. mutual respect, and care. so much care.

now, when you're sitting shirtless next to him in the apollo cabin, squeezing his hand as one of the medics stitches up a wound on your arm, his feelings are dark. they're murky, as if clouded by something else. his eyes flick up to yours as you suck in a breath through your teeth, but they don't stay there for long; his gaze falls over your body; your chest, your stomach. the band of skin between your bra and your waistband.

you realize, a little slowly, that what he was feeling was lust.

so yes, you knew luke liked you, as much as any other guy did at least.

other guys at camp would give you gifts, ask you on dates. sometimes, they would write you letters, pages of messy, cramped demigod handwriting about how much they loved you. how they would do anything for you, how they could see themselves kissing you or fucking you or starting a family with you.

luke wasn't like that. he was your friend before he was anything else, and he didn't posture for your attention or try to impress you.

plus, you actually liked luke back.

he squeezes your hand again. "hey," he says, leaning over to look at your injured arm. "it's not too bad. only a few more stitches left."

you nod, biting your lip. luke's thumb rubs tiny circles over your knuckles, little concentric things that ground you to the world.

you wish, not for the first time, that he would lean in and kiss you. at least brush his lips against your hand, the way you can feel that he wants to.

you wish he would do a lot of things.

when the two of you are walking back to your cabin (because luke insists on being a gentleman, and you aren't going to refuse him when he smiles at you) he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled envelope.

"i was going to give this to you when we won capture the flag," he says, "but you...you got hurt, and i figured it might have been a bad time."

his eyes search your face as he holds out the letter. it's addressed in curving, fluid script to you, and as you open it luke's emotions flicker with uncertainty, with fear.

[Y/N], I think I'm in love with you.

oh. oh.

You're one of the only people who I can really be myself around. I could explain every reason why I love you, but that would take a lot more paper, and I already think this letter is going to be embarrassingly long. I've thought about you-

this sentence is scribbled out, but you can make out the faint outlines of the words even though you probably never give me a second thought imprinted into the paper. you look up at luke, who flushes a soft red.

You make me feel real. You're like a planet, and I'm just a moon orbiting you. Every time I see you, I feel like I can do anything in the world. I want to treat you right, better than anyone else ever could.

"luke," you say.

he looks up, and you swear his eyes are shiny with tears. "c'mere," you murmur, and pull him into a hug. "gods, you took long enough to tell me."

his arms wrap around you slowly, as if he's expecting you to be ripped away from him. when you pull back, one hand draped over his shoulder, he cups your face in his hands and thumbs over your cheek.

"can i kiss you?" he whispers.

I love you, and you are everything. You're the whole world. I would be honored to have you. — Luke.

"yes," you say back.

his lips meet yours, and you feel luke bloom with reddish-purple love. he kisses you like he's waited an eternity to do it, hungry, sloppy.

"i love you too," you murmur, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you again.

#— ash’s writing!#pjo #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fanfic #reader insert #fem reader #aphrodite!reader #fic writing #mutual pining

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cafeinthemoon · 4 months

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Ruins - Part XXI + Extra Content

Chapter 22/?

Wordcount 3,3k

Title Part XXI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I'm glad I can share this chapter with you bc I couldn't wait to post it anymore! I wanted this moment between them to be special not only bc it is, you know, they honeymoon, but bc what it will mean for both of them in the future: the trust, the intimacy and the respect they have for each other can be sensed in each second, and it's expected to grow stronger. I really wanted to depict what a healthy relationship means when I had the idea for this story, and that's why I'm putting such effort in these things.

Also I wanted to include some humor in it as well, so I hope you enjoy the content by the end of this chapter as well haha

Your face warmed up when the god revealed his identity.

So, the doctor of the gods is Apollo’s son.

You would still need time to conciliate it, since Asclepius looked like a twin of his own father, but despite your surprise, you soon caught up with the good manners and greeted him with the owned respect.

– It is an honor for me to finally meet you as well, Asclepius-sama – you gave him a fainting smile – I apologize for my first reaction, but you really resemble the God of the Su…

Your last word was interrupted by a sudden decrease on your blood pressure, and your head fell back on your pillow. Hades rushed to your side.

– Y/n? – he helped you to sit and adjusted the pillow behind your back – Are you alright?

– I am – you sighed – For a moment, my body felt heavy again and my sight got dark, but it’s coming back again…

When your sight was finally reestablished, you looked at Asclepius and noticed he had a serious expression. He approached your spot and sat on the bed, placing the cane beside him and taking off the bag from his shoulder.

– These episodes of weakness… when exactly did they start?

You made an effort to remember, but even this was painful for you.

– One or two hours after I drank the ambrosia, I guess. But it was easy to handle... at least until I sensed the beginning of a headache. I passed out for the first time in our way here, on the corridor. But this isn’t everything: while I stood here, waiting for you, my Lord, I noticed my senses... increasing – you indicated the opened balcony with a frail hand – I’ve been hearing the nightly animals as if they’re close to this room, but they’re actually miles away, and all these sounds make the headache worst.

Asclepius thought of this for a moment, a hand under his chin. Then, he took out a strange instrument from his bag, something that resembled a portable mirror.

– Please, put your palm over the lens – he asked and you obeyed, putting your hand over the place where the glass would be if it was a mirror – Keep it there for a few seconds.

You sensed a cold upon your skin, as a glowing light appeared and vanished, little by little until everything was dark again. The exam was finished. Asclepius thanked your collaboration and analyzed the instrument. You glanced over the lens and noticed a purplish glow over them, in a shade that resembled the one of your hair now.

– It is just as Zeus-sama said – he started – You are on the growing spectrum. The blessed fluid is slowly assimilating your natural characteristics and expanding them beyond the human limits. However, your body is still mortal, and this is the cause of the uncomfortable symptoms: your immune system still views these changes as signs of sickness and it’s trying to fight it, but as the ambrosia takes over your cells, turning them into divine ones, they will become the majority, and your body will no longer react as if you were sick.

You swallowed. Knowing what was going on with your body was somewhat relieving, but you were still worried about the possibility of the symptoms increasing, and you exposed those preoccupations to him.

– About this, I might have a solution – he replied with a kind smile – Just give me a second.

He turned the instrument off and put it back in the bag and started searching for something else inside it. Finally, he took out a small bottle from it and handled it to Hades, who received it with a frown.

– Don’t tell me that it is what I think it is…

You leaned to your husband, trying to observe the bottle, then turned to the other god.

– What is this?

Asclepius had a curious expression that deepened his resemblance with Apollo: the grin of someone who had the undivided attention of powerful beings.

– Hades-sama may tell you this story later, when you have more disposition to listen to it – he replied – But to summarize, it is the medicine I created to cease a terrible plague that almost ended humanity in the past. I don’t want to brag about it, but its effectiveness was such that some men became immortal, and Hellheim lost potential inhabitants thanks to it.

Hades sighed by your side.

– Those were chaotic times, in fact, but I’m glad everything was solved – he gave the bottle to you.

You turned to the doctor.

– If this was the effect on human beings, how am I going to react to this medicine now that I’m already becoming a goddess?

– It will diminish the discomfort caused by the metamorphosis – he explained – And it will do this without interfering in the process, like other substances would do, which would be too risky. You see, you’re not really sick, y/n-san. You’re just changing. Then, I recommend you to take it only when you feel you’re not going to stand the symptoms for any longer. Small doses are enough to help you.

Asclepius’ last words sounded as comforting the ones of an adult who was trying to console his child about growing up. You didn’t find it offensive, though: being someone who was used to observe how the living beings’ bodies work, maybe it was exactly the way he thought of the situation; you were leaving the childish state of being a mortal and was now entering the adulthood of existence by becoming a divine being. Of course, the process would be scary and even painful at some point, but it was also a wonderful experience.

Suddenly, you remembered something you’ve been wanting to ask to the gods you were more familiar with, but haven’t had the opportunity.

– Ah, about this, there’s something I’d like to know, Asclepius-sama – you observed the bottle in your hands – Is it possible to tell what type of goddess I’m going to be?

He thought of the question for a while.

– According to what Zeus-sama told me, you’re on the growing spectrum. I don’t know how much he told you about this, but your side on the spectrum of transformations usually determines what types of power you might hold. Gods with the same process as you use to have familiarity with wildlife, the cycles of nature and rebirth. Demeter and Chloris, though they were divine since the start, are this type of goddesses. It’s too soon to tell if your powers are going to be similar to theirs, but they will work under the same principles.

You pondered for a moment, then turned to your husband.

– It makes sense when we remember our dreams about the ruins, Hades.

– Indeed – he agreed – A living human visiting the world of the dead really seemed to be a sign back then. Now we need to observe the development of your powers to reach a better understanding of it.

Asclepius, who was hearing the conversation in silence, stood up put his bag back around his shoulder and grabbed his cane.

– Hades-sama, y/n-san, my sincere wish is to see you reach the referred understanding. It will be a great achievement for yourselves and for the world of the gods – he bowed his head – Now, if you excuse me, other matters demand my attention.

Hades stood up right after him.

– Will you stay in Valhalla, then?

– Yes. Usually, I would visit Valhalla every six months to check on the girls’ health, but personal problems prevented me from coming in the last semester – the doctor explained; and, turning to you, – This is why you’re only seeing me for the first time now, y/n-san. Finally, try to take as much rest as possible. This is as important as the medicine I gave you.

You gave him a cordial smile.

– I will do this, Asclepius-sama. Thank you for everything.

The god bowed for the second time.

– It’s good to hear that. And, if you need me, I will be in the chambers besides Hermes’.

– Thank you for answering our call, Asclepius – Hades replied – I will accompany you to the door.

The two men left and your husband closed the door behind him. You observed the small bottle in your hands for a while before putting it upon the night stand at the left side of the bed and letting your head fall on the pillows.

***

Hades came back to your chambers after a few minutes, stating that he was going to take a bath himself.

– Are you going to be alright while I’m there? – he asked while caressing your hair.

– I am – you smiled, still lying your head on the pillow – If things get complicated, I’ll be following Asclepius-sama’s instructions.

– Good – he bent down to kiss the top of your head – I’ll be right back.

You never had a clear memory of what happened after he left you, but you were inclined to think you just stood in bed, in the dark, your consciousness slipping out as you listened to the murmur of the shower somewhere near you. You were tired and weak due to the transformation, but you were in peace: you had a medicine to lean on, the man you loved was close and your family was out there having fun.

Everything is in its right place.

It was impossible to measure how long you stood in that quiet, peaceful state, somewhere between asleep and awake, but it changed when your body began to feel cold; this cold appeared first in your feet and spread to your legs, then to the rest of your limbs as you pulled the sheets more and more against yourself, but your efforts to keep the warmth were useless, for the cold didn’t come from the outside, and soon you were taken over by successive shivers. You tried to move to your side, but felt your body heavy, as if your blood pressure got suddenly low again; this time, your head started spinning. You knew your situation were getting more serious, and couldn’t help feeling anxious.

You tried to move back to your previous position, to reach for the medicine on the night stand, but your attempt failed: your body barely obeyed you. Now you were really scared, and before you did anything to avoid it, you were already breathless and crying.

What’s going on? What’s happening to me? Am I going to...

A yellowish light appeared on the wall above your head, illuminating the headboard and the painting over it (you opted to keep the art with the fawn and the nymphs). With one last effort, you moved the sheets away and saw the bathroom’s door opened: Hades’ silhouette was stepping out of it, wrapped in a robe. You couldn’t keep looking, because the headache increased, forcing you to close your eyes.

Apparently, your bad state was evident from far, because soon he rushed to your side.

– What is it, y/n? What’s happening?

You tried to sit on the bed, but your body didn’t obey you. You only managed to change your position with his help.

– I don’t know... – you whispered, covering your forehead with your hand – My head hurts… And I couldn’t even reach for the medicine…

Making you look up to him, he moved your hand away and put his palm over your forehead, then on each side of your neck.

– You got a fever – was his worried answer – And a bad one.

Your heart jumped at those words.

– It explains this cold I’m feeling… It’s so scary… – you sighed and passed your arms around yourself as another shiver spread through your body; you raised your eyes to him, raising a trembling hand to hold the sleeve of his robe – Can you stay with me?

Hades stared at you for a moment, a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. Maybe he was thinking the same as you: that was going to be the first time you were sharing a bed; of course, none of you expected this moment to be like this, but it was there before you, and both of you sensed the importance of it.

Your husband sat by your side and wiped your tears, involving you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

– Of course I can, little one – he then grabbed the medicine and opened the bottle, holding it close to your lips – Take it.

You accepted the remedy and, after a small dose, he put it back on its previous place, then turned around the bed and took off his robe; he left the piece on the back of a chair beside the bed and finally took the place by your side.

– Come here – he passed his arms around your body and placed you between them, your head leaning on his chest, your legs folded between his.

You moaned when a new, stronger shiver spread all over your body.

– I’m so scared...

You felt the warmth of his hand massaging your back and curled yourself more on his lap.

– I know – he whispered – But I’m here with you – and, kissing your hair, – And if things get tough, we have a doctor nearby, okay?

– Okay – your voice faded as you replied; and, with an attempt to laugh, – You know… I’ve been wondering how our first night together would be like… And, among all the possibilities, I’ve never considered something like this… I’m so sorry for ruining it...

– What are you apologizing for, little one? – you felt his fingers fondling your hair – You’re turning into a goddess. The most beautiful one. There’s nothing to be sorry about.

– But I wanted to give you… to give us better moments… It’s our honeymoon, after all…

He strengthened his grip around you and kissed you again.

– Each moment, and each night we will spend together will be better than the other. This is just the first one. You don’t have t lose your head over it.

You spent a moment in silence, gathering strength to reply.

– I see…

In fact, you were anxious about that night for weeks, so when it finally came, it was only natural that you felt frustrated, even disappointed with yourself, to see things happening in an uncomfortable, unplanned way. But another thing you weren’t expecting was to find relief while speaking about your feelings and then being understood by your husband: perhaps you’ve been putting so much expectation in your own part in this that you forgot you weren’t going to take care of it by yourself; yet counting on each other was a golden rule of relationships, even more in romantic ones.

I still have too much to learn.

Fortunately for you, you had a reasonable partner, one who have learned the art of patience for centuries and who would teach you in this sense for the next ages. Ages… when you remembered that this was going to be your lifespan, your heart ached, and more shivers hit your body, but guiding your thoughts away from it would calm them down, and with effort you trained yourself in this sense.

That night was long. You spent all of it in the arms of the King of the Underworld, alternating between moments of dreamless sleep and tired consciousness; this extended as the transformation went on, and the fever diminished as the hours passed. During those painful hours, Hades was always there with you, whether talking or just caressing you; as you got used to his warmth, you noticed the cold ceasing, and as the metamorphosis became more tolerable, your body relaxed more and more in his embrace. Slowly, as the new day approached, you were recovering the sense of control over yourself, and the fear of the future diminished, until it completely disappeared.

***

The first hours of the next day were something between dream and reality, for you witnessed – well, you listened to – curious things, but had no ways to decide if they indeed happened or if they were just your imagination.

At some point, you woke up, but didn’t open your eyes. You sensed you were alone in the bed, but it was still warm, and you supposed that Hades might have left moments ago. Though the room was quiet, you had the impression that your husband was in the living room with a visitor – paying close attention, you recognized Poseidon’s composed tone. They had a brief talk when most of what was said was in a foreign, ancient language that, thanks to the lessons given by your husband, you identified as Greek.

Apparently, Poseidon was going to leave Valhalla that day and came to see his brother before the travel. Besides the rapid, murmuring exchange of words in Greek, there was some chuckling, so you had no idea of what was being said (and you'd rather remain oblivious to it).

But then the conversation turned to a language you were able to fully understand.

– You don’t need to worry about that – Hades was saying – She wasn’t in conditions anyway. The changing is being successful, but it has been taking too much from her mortal body. She had a bad fever during night, but it was gone last time I checked.

– Did you call Asclepius to see her? – Poseidon inquired.

– Yes. He gave her a potion for her discomfort, but she wasn’t really medicated – your husband replied – The process of having your biology rewritten, according to him, can take longer or shorter depending on your body’s conditions, and cannot be interrupted or altered by the ingestion of medicine. Besides, as the altered cells become the majority in one’s body, the process becomes easier, and their immune system no longer recognizes the mutation as a problem. I talked to him moments ago to keep him in touch with the situation. He believes that she will be one of us by the end of this day.

– I see – his brother said – If this is the case, then she has suffered less than Heracles, who almost had his body swallowed by fire.

Hades laughed at this.

– Yes, but, please, don’t say this in front of her next time you see us.

– Alright – Poseidon’s voice softened – Send my regards to her when she wakes up.

They exchanged a few words in Greek, then said their farewell in the common language.

– I must go, now. Goodbye, brother.

– Goodbye. Be well.

A door was opened at the distance, a few steps were heard beyond it, then the door was closed, followed by utter silence.

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This is part of what was said between the brothers in ancient Greek, alternated with laughter and inner jokes that are impossible to translate:

– Good morning, elder brother. I came to say farewell. Some things demand my immediate attention in the Seas.

– I see. Truth is that I was expecting to have your company during our breakfast, but I knew that it wouldn’t be possible.

– You and your not-so-subtle way to call me antisocial. Anyways, I would have communicated my intentions sooner, but we haven’t the chance to speak yesterday and I didn’t want to interrupt your moments together. So... I am not interrupting anything now, I hope.

– Absolutely not. But if you’ve showed up earlier, you would’ve found the doors locked.

– I wouldn’t judge you. Not after what we saw at the party. You would be a fool if you didn’t take measures to keep your runaway bride safe.

– Please, don’t say these things about her. With that gaze of yours upon me, I would’ve run if I was a human girl too!

– Watch your mouth, old man! She only ran after she saw you. She was perfectly fine with us.

– Hey!

– Speaking of this, how is she doing?

– A bit tired, but well. Sleeping like a little lamb.

– Hm... You already reached the phase of the ridiculous nicknames, brother?

– Everyone reaches that phase, sooner or later. Just wait.

– Hmpf. I won’t have you cursing my fate, old man.

– It’s not a curse. You’ll thank me later.

#snv x reader #ror x reader #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #record of ragnarok hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok x reader

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hi! i was reading your pinned post and it made me think - what color(s) are each of the aa main characters' theme songs! :0

Synesthesia question yippee!!!!! Here are all main character themes from the games I’ve played <3 so far I’ve done AA1 through AA4 as well as both Investigations games~

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2001): G minor—dark green

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2002): F minor—gray-blue

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2004): D minor—sea green

Maya Fey (Turnabout Sisters 2001/2002): A♭ major—purple (roughly the same shade as her haori <3)

Miles Edgeworth (Great Revival): F minor—gray-blue

Franziska von Karma (Great Revival): G minor—dark green (though it’s worth noting that the Great Revival themes despite being in minor use a lot of borrowed harmonies from the major mode that end up brightening the overall color a little)

Dick Gumshoe (It’s Detective Gumshoe/I can do it when it counts, pal!): C minor—sea blue

Ema Skye (Turnabout Sisters 2005): C major—yellow

Ema Skye (Scientific Detective): G major—pink

Pearl Fey (Pearly Questioning): F major—cerulean

Godot (The Fragrance of Black Coffee): D major—green

Larry Butz (When Something Smells, It’s Usually Me): G mixolydian—yellow (but some sections sound blue due to borrowed flat harmonies)

Apollo Justice (Objection! 2007): G# minor—dark magenta

Trucy Wright (Child of Magic): D major—green

Klavier Gavin (Guilty Love): E♭ major—royal blue

Kay Faraday (The Great Truth Burglar): A minor—light gray

Shi-Long Lang (Speak Up, Pup!): E minor—gold

Raymond Shields (Joking Motive): A minor—light gray (with additional analysis available here if you’re interested :3)

Justine Courtney (Goddess of Law): F minor—gray-blue

Gregory Edgeworth (A Defense Attorney’s Knowledge): C major -> C minor—yellow -> sea blue

Sebastian Debeste (First-Class Reasoning): C major -> F major -> G major—yellow -> cerulean -> pink

Sebastian Debeste (A First-Class Farewell): G minor—dark green

You'll notice that not all colors necessarily match the character's color schemes. This is because while sometimes a character design can influence my synesthetic experiences (which is a whole other conversation in and of itself), they are still primarily based on the key of the theme itself—so a character theme in C major, for example, will always sound yellow regardless of which character it's meant to represent. This is both a blessing and a curse as sometimes the synesthetic color/mood will match a character perfectly whereas other times it will be completely off the mark. But it is still a very fun thing regardless—thank you for the ask!

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TODAY’S FROZEN MOMENTs - A Christmas Eve Yin Yang of Two Girls in Blue… and also a blue marble …

90 Years Ago Today, on Christmas Eve 1933, in Willoughby, Ohio, a young girl in a blue dress was struck and killed by a train as it went by a boarding house there. No one knew who she was, and she had no identification. No one ever showed up looking for her. She carried no identification, only had 90 cents and a train ticket to Corry, Pennsylvania.

After holding her for a spell, the town shared in this headstone and buried her there in Willoughby for eternity…

Then on Christmas Eve in 1971, another girl in a blue dress, 17 year old Juliane Koepke, was sucked out of the Lansa Airlines flight she was on, after the plane was struck by lightning, falling two miles to the ground, still strapped into her seat. The lone survivor of the crashed plane, Juliane endured ten days alone in the Amazon jungle before being rescued.

One girl lost and one girl found… both remembered and both in blue…

In 1968, on Christmas Eve, “The Big Blue Marble” as this famous photo is now titled, was taken by astronaut Frank Borman aboard Apollo 8. This photo gave earthlings their first ever look at their beautiful blue marble planet home.

Borman spoke to his fellow humans below with, "...from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a merry Christmas, and God bless all of you—all of you on the good Earth.”

[Mary Elaine LeBey]

#blue #Christmas #Mary Elaine LeBey #quotes

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On Christmas Eve 1968, as commander of Apollo 8 – the first manned lunar orbital mission – Frank Borman, who has died aged 95, came out with words that, alongside Neil Armstrong’s “giant leap for mankind”, from Apollo 11 in 1969, and Jack Swigert and Jim Lovell’s “OK, Houston, we’ve had a problem”, from Apollo 13 in 1970, defined an era.

In that moment before the moon programme became mundane, when astronauts were prime time, Apollo 8’s broadcast ended with the crew – Bill Anders, Lovell and Borman – reading the story of Earth’s creation as written in the book of Genesis.

It was Borman’s conclusion, “Good night, good luck, a merry Christmas and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth”, that clinched it. For Gene Kranz, Nasa’s chief of flight control operations in Houston, the phrase was “literally magic. It made you prickly. You could feel the hair on your arms rising, and the emotion was just unbelievable.”

Thus, for some, the traumatic 1968 of the ongoing Vietnam war, the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy, and the crushing of Czechoslovakia, had been transcended. From a distance – around 238,855 miles – it was still, apparently, the good Earth.

Around two years earlier, Nasa had been in crisis. On 27 January 1967, Gus Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffee had been incinerated on Apollo 1 during a test launch. Borman was appointed to the Nasa board which, that April, reported on the fire, slamming Nasa management and North American Aviation for its “ignorance, sloth and carelessness”.

Borman was then sent to North American’s plant in Downey, California – where drunkenness had been rife – to scrutinise command module redesign. “Borman set them straight,” wrote the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin, in Men from Earth (1989). “His shoot-from-the-hip management style – some called it bullying – worked.”

The Mercury programme had put astronauts in space. Gemini – to which Borman had been recruited in 1962 – had honed the business of Apollo: to fulfil President John F Kennedy’s goal of a manned moon landing by the end of the decade. In December 1965, Borman and Lovell had made their space debut with a record 14 days of orbit on Gemini 7, and also made a rendezvous with Gemini 6.

In the wake of the 1967 tragedy there were three unmanned Apollo launches, with mixed results. But in September 1968 the unmanned Soviet Zond 5’s orbit of the moon triggered alarm in the US. The Soviets had launched Sputnik, and the space age, in 1957. The first man in space, Yuri Gagarin, had orbited Earth in April 1961. That, along with the furore around the Bay of Pigs fiasco, had helped propel JFK into making his rash pledge in May 1961.

Seven years on, in autumn 1968, Nasa and the CIA were asking whether history was going to repeat itself. Would a Russian be first around the moon? That October, the Apollo 7 astronauts, Wally Schirra, Walter Cunningham and Donn Eisele, spent a successful, albeit cold-ridden and fractious, 10 days in orbit around the Earth. There were rows with ground control. None of those three would get another mission.

Nasa needed a breakthrough. Rather than the next planned Earth orbit, Apollo 8 was to be sent to the moon and, after the astronaut Jim McDivitt turned down the offer, Borman got the job. On 21 December, following a morale-boosting visit from the aviator Charles Lindbergh, Borman, Lovell and Anders blasted off.

Borman’s greatest fear, wrote Andrew Chaikin in A Man on the Moon (1994), was that the moon mission would be aborted and Apollo 8 would be confined to orbiting the Earth. It did not happen, but en route Borman was afflicted by vomiting and diarrhoea, the detrital consequences of which floated on, to be trapped by paper towels. The three men orbited the moon 10 times in 20 hours, descended to 69 miles above the rock’s surface, and were the first to witness the far side of what Borman called “a great expanse of nothing”.

It was on the fourth orbit that Borman spotted the Earth rising from behind the moon – an image that Anders captured on colour film and became known as Earthrise. “Oh my God! Look at the picture over there. Here’s the Earth coming up,” Borman is recorded shouting in a transcript.

Born in Gary, Indiana, Frank was the son of Edwin Borman, who ran an Oldsmobile dealership, and Marjorie (nee Pearce). The family moved to Tucson, Arizona, where his mother opened a boarding house, and Frank went to the local high school. He first flew as a teenager, in 1943. Seven years later he graduated from West Point Military Academy in New York state.

From 1950 Borman flew F-84 fighter-bombers with the US Air Force. A perforated ear drum denied him Korean war combat experience. In 1957 he gained a master’s in aeronautical engineering from the California Institute of Technology and became an assistant professor of thermodynamics and fluid mechanics at West Point.

Three years later he graduated from the Aerospace Research Pilot School at Edwards air force base in California. There, his aircraft included the controversial Mach 2 Lockheed F-104 Starfighter. It was in 1962 that, alongside Armstrong, Lovell and others, he became one of Nasa’s Gemini programme “New Nine”. Apollo 8 proved what had been evident to insiders for many years: that the US had won the space race. Borman, Anders and Lovell became Time magazine’s 1968 men of the year.

Having achieved the rank of colonel in the mid-1960s, Borman retired from the USAF and space flight and, after a sojourn at Harvard Business School, joined Eastern Air Lines. By 1975 he was Eastern’s CEO and a year later became chairman. But by the late 70s competition was intensifying, labour relations were deteriorating and Borman – never a diplomat – was in the firing line. He quit the company in 1986 when it was taken over by a corporate raider, and Eastern collapsed five years later.

He and his wife, Susan (nee Bugbee), whom he had married in 1950, moved to New Mexico, where he remained involved in business interests. They later settled in Billings, Montana, where he had a cattle ranch and rebuilt vintage aircraft. A supporter of Richard Nixon and both George Bushes, Borman was a man of brisk views. Among the many targets of his ire were the sound barrier-breaking pilot Chuck Yeager, the Democratic party presidential candidate Michael Dukakis and the scientist Carl Sagan.

He received many honours, including the Congressional Space Medal of Honor in 1978, and published his autobiography, Countdown, in 1988.

Susan died in 2021. His sons, Frederick and Edwin, four grandchildren and six great-grandchildren survive him.

🔔 Frank Frederick Borman II, astronaut, born 14 March 1928; died 7 November 2023

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #Frank Borman #in memoriam

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"WE CHOOSE TO GO TO THE MOON..."

What's wild to think about is the short amount of time between the Wright flyer at Kittyhawk and man walking on the moon.

1903-1969. Totally plausible for someone to have been alive for both. Rocketry as a science is a marvel. From Robert Goddard crashing the first liquid fueled rocket in his aunt's garden in 1926 to the F1 engine (five of them in the first stage) powering the Saturn V rocket with fuel pumps strong enough to empty an olympic sized swimming pool in 2.5 minutes.

And then the physics behind getting things up there in the first place. Orbit. Going from stationary on a launchpad to fast enough to orbit the earth every ~90 minutes. Dealing with atmospheric pressure and drag all the way up there. Every component needing to be meticulously engineered to keep the thing together the whole time. You've got a controlled explosion constantly going off behind you, it's gonna rattle the vehicle a bit. You even need baffles in the fuel tanks so that the sloshing fuel doesn't throw the balance off. Try balancing a bowl of water on your fingertip while walking down a hall.

Then there's a need for radios strong enough to transmit through the atmosphere, thousands of miles into space and back. Building antennas and relays to put in orbit to extend radio range. The math behind it. Making the electronics strong and resilient enough to survive vacuum, solar radiation, accumulating heat(there's not enough atmosphere for heat to adequately radiate the way it does on Earth, so you gotta get rid of the heat somehow)for years. Now you've got to learn docking.

Matching orbital velocities between you and your target. Learning it's not as simple as burning your engines while you're facing your target, but more like … both targets are in free fall and need to maneuver so that their trajectories match each other. Slowly. Carefully. Spacecraft need to be lightweight, so collisions, even small ones, can be catastrophic. Computer-controlled docking computers were not a thing. So they had to do it by hand. Using RCS thrusters to maneuver the craft to its target just right so the hatches connect strongly and airtight.

Put all of that together and you have the Apollo program. Launching a 110 meter rocket into space, flinging it at the moon, docking with the lander, sliding into orbit around the moon. Disconnecting the lander. Landing it with a very small fuel tank with no chance of rescue if something goes wrong. Realizing the landing site that was picked was actually rockier than it was supposed to be, while you're about to set down. Having mission control telling you you're almost out of fuel while you literally have to eyeball the landing. The computing power back then was miniscule. A calculator is more complicated than the computers that powered Apollo. Then the blessed touchdown in your tissue paper craft(if you drop a wrench while you're inside the lunar lander on Earth, it will literally punch a hole in the floor). Stepping out of the vehicle to mind-bending, magnificent desolation. Black sky. No stars. The sunlight off of the surface of the moon is too bright to allow starlight. Gray ultra fine 'soil' as far as the eye can see, pockmarked by eons of meteorite collisions older than life itself. Farther from home than anyone's ever been. Where no one's ever set foot.

And then. Leaving on the horse you rode in on. Doing the ballet of orbital rendezvous and docking again. Timing the burn of the engines to get you home. Hoping your math is right and you don't hit the atmosphere at too shallow an angle, skipping off of it like a stone on water. Or too steep, punching into it too fast for the heat shields and parachutes to handle. While you're burning through the atmosphere hoping no superheated gasses find a weak spot in your capsule to punch into, you can't even talk to mission control. The plasma fucks with comms too much so there are minutes of total silence where nobody knows if the other party is still alive. Then, if every single part of this crazy mission worked correctly and you're still alive, parachutes deploy. You hit the waters of the ocean. And wait for someone to pick you up.

That's not even mentioning Apollo 13. Where the command module suffered an explosion during flight, in a fuel tank that fucked their oxygen supply.

Spaceflight is, was, always will be, crazy. Foolhardy. Deadly. Exhilarating.

#spaceflight #apollo #artemis #nasa

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ REFLECTION OF DECEPTION

ᯇ summary ! ✦ jack kelly's mirror lies to him, and david jacobs would rather take a lifetime of bad luck than let the mirrors continue with their deceitful schemes ᯇ warnings ! ✦ lowkey just angsty, uhh i mean not too angsty ig but i think you get the idea, a single cuss word lol ᯇ vienna's thoughts ! ✦ sorry this is lowkey so short! i thought it was gonna be a lot longer but it didn't turn out that way. reblogs & notes are greatly appreciated♡. also its 1 am & this was only edited once so if it doesn't make sense just pretend it isnt here. also!! this is very different from what i usually write so bear with me 823 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

Jack Kelly was a sculpture, a gift sent from the gods. He was just as much a piece of art as he was an artist. From his calloused hands used in only the softest of ways, to the way his eyes spoke every truth of his soul. There had never been such a human to walk the earth, David Jacobs was sure of that.

David could talk about the abstract creation that was Jack Kelly until his heart stopped. About how Jack Kelly was the design of Aphrodite and Apollo, and how he would worship him as the people of Greece had worshiped his creators.

For Aphrodite blessed him love, with beauty. She pressed the dimples into his cheeks and painted the freckles on his face—the ones that only appeared when the sun shone. His laugh, that could send anyone within a twelve-mile radius into an early grave, was all her doing. Aphrodite had spent days, if not weeks (hell, Dave could argue it took years) perfecting him.

Apollo had blessed him with the sun. For his smile, the toothy smile that was so wide it could make someones jaw hurt just from seeing it, radiated more warmth than a hot New York day. And Apollo blessed him with light, for his eyes shone brighter than the brightest star. His artistic gifts had also been hand-curated by Apollo, an ability unique to Jack. Because there was nothing that anyone else could create that could compete with his works.

Jack Kelly put every bit of his being into his art. Every single stroke of paint held a little bit of his soul. His rough hands would glide over dried paint, and everything he possessed would leak into his canvases. Every line his calloused fingers traced stole its first breath from his fingertips.

He knew of beauty. He knew that beauty was everything. Beauty was a young mother holding her terrified sons' hand and pretending she wasn't just as scared as him. Beauty took form in the way of brotherhood, and beauty was ten thousand fists—ones of different background and beliefs—angrily thrown into the air.

Each and everything that blessed Jack's eyes was art. There, however, was one exception. And it was quite possibly the best piece of art in existence. Himself.

Apate, mistress of deceit, had stolen the creation of Jack Kelly just before he had been sent to bless the Earth. Though she could not undo the work of another deity, she could curse him to a life of falsity. She could change his story from one of art and blessing to one of tragedy. And she did. She took a film of insecurity and deception, and gently pressed it atop his eyes. Then, as an extra fuck you, she manipulated mirrors to whisper heinous lies to him for the rest of his life.

And the story of his creation turned from a story to a tragedy. For Jack had been blessed with the beauty, skills, and warmth of the gods; but he would never be able to admire the piece of art that changed David Jacobs' life. Himself.

While Jack Kelly had changed his life, David Jacobs had changed the other boys' fate.

"Davey," Apate—in an attempt to keep Jack Kelly's story one of tragedy—whispered to him from the clouds, "Be wary, for mirrors shall be your downfall. And with every mirror that you break, you shall be punished with seven years of badgering luck."

But Aphrodite's voice spoke to him loudly and with confidence. "It is untrue that mirrors shall be your downfall, for your story is one of great love. You will love greater than I have loved, and it will be your downfall. But for every love you love, and for every reflection shattered, you shall fix the broken. Do not be wary, for your fate is written in the stars."

And so it was told.

Jack Kelly had been stolen by the goddess of deceit and was misled by his reflection. And while David Jacobs had been the product of Athena and Momus, their tales had been curated by Zeus. Zeus, god of fate, wrote their story into the stars so that David Jacobs may save Jack Kelly from the fate that was himself.

They had been destined to save each other since the stars had been formed. While Jack Kelly drowned in the deception of his reflection, David pulled him out and broke every mirror that dared whisper into his lovers' ear.

Jack Kelly had been made to be a tragedy, an artist who would never be able find the art within himself. But David Jacobs had been made to save him. For David Jacobs' love was his downfall, and his lifetime of bad luck meant nothing when he got to feel Jack Kelly's lips against his own.

And so true was it, that the story in the stars had been their fate.

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punkeropercyjackson · 22 days

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The Anomalies are finally real!!!!Courtsey of @jellyfilledeyes <3

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jasontoddssuper · 6 months

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And if i said Miles and Hobie?

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tklpilled · 4 months

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& is strictly platonic, / can be platonic or romantic. bolded are my favourites. if there's a rarepair you don't see on here, feel free to ask!! i'm a multishipper and i like exploring different character dynamics :)

fandoms are in the same order as on the fandoms list, with the exception of genshin being last bc there are so many lol

bungou stray dogs:

chuuya/dazai

atsushi/akutagawa/lucy or any combination

jouno/tecchou

chuuya & dazai & atsushi & akutagawa or any combination

sigma/dazai

sigma/fyodor/nikolai or any combination

dazai/fyodor

ranpo/poe/mushitarou or any combination

ranpo/yosano

dazai/yosano

kenji & chuuya

kenji & atsushi

kenji & junichirou

junichirou/atsushi

atsushi & kyouka

gin/higuchi/tachihara

gin/tachihara

gin & akutagawa

oda & dazai

mushitarou/yokomizo

hunter x hunter:

killua/gon

leorio/kurapika

killua & gon & leorio & kurapika & alluka or any combination

amane/canary

pitou & youpi & pouf & meruem or any combination

kurapika/chrollo

fullmetal alchemist:

roy/riza

ed/ling

ling & lan fan

ed & al & roy or any combination

fruits basket:

tohru/yuki/kyo or any combination

yuki/haru

yuki/kakeru

kyo & momiji & haru or any combination

tohru & momiji

tohru/rin

haru/rin

ayame/shigure/hatori or any combination

tohru/uotani/hanajima or any combination

my hero academia:

bakugou/izuku/todoroki or any combination

toga/ochako

aizawa/yamada

momo/jirou

jirou/kaminari

izuku/shinsou/kaminari or any combination

p much any class 1-a pairing lol

dabi/hawks

dabi/shigaraki

sk8 the infinity:

reki/langa

joe/cherry

reki & langa & miya or any combination

the case study of vanitas:

noe/vanitas

domi/jeanne

noe & domi & louis or any combination

vanitas & mikhail

noe/jean-jacques

dante/johann/riche or any combination

roland/olivier

trigun:

vash/wolfwood/meryl or any combination

vash & knives

milly/meryl

jujutsu kaisen:

gojo/geto

yuuji/nobara/megumi or any combination

megumi & gojo & yuuji & nobara or any combination

nobara/maki

yuuta/inumaki

yuuta/maki

choso & yuuji

gojo/utahime

utahime/shoko

gojo & geto & shoko or any combination

chainsaw man:

aki/angel

denji & aki & power or any combination

denji/yoshida

power/kobeni

denji/asa

buddy daddies:

kazuki/rei

attack on titan:

levi/hange

eren/mikasa/armin or any combination

ymir/historia

sasha/mikasa

jean/armin

jean/eren

jean/connie/sasha or any combination

pieck/porco

pieck/hange

annie/armin

annie/mikasa

reiner & annie & bertholdt or any combination

annie/hitch

demon slayer:

tanjirou/inosuke

tanjirou & nezuko

mitsuri/shinobu

shinobu/giyuu

genya/muichirou

akaza/douma

mitsuri/obanai

heaven official's blessing:

shi qingxuan/he xuan

hua cheng/xie lian/yin yu or any combination

hua cheng/xie lian/feng xin/mu qing or any combination

yin yu/quan yizhen

qi rong & xie lian

south park:

tweek/craig/kenny or any combination

stan/kyle/kenny or any combination

kenny/butters

spiderverse:

miles/gwen

miles & gwen & hobie & pav or any combination

miles & peter b

six of crows:

kaz/inej/nina/wylan/jesper or any combination

nina/matthias

the raven cycle:

ronan/gansey/adam/noah/blue or any combination

henry/gansey/blue or any combination

breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom:

link/revali

link/zelda

link/sidon

mipha/zelda

daruk & urbosa & mipha & revali & link & zelda or any combination

link & tulin

honkai star rail:

stelle/march 7th/dan heng

bronya/seele

jing yuan & yanqing

kafka/stelle

aventurine/dr ratio

boothill/robin

boothill/argenti

kafka/himeko

kafka/blade

stelle/firefly

blade/dan heng

sampo/gepard

sampo/stelle

acheron/black swan

serval & gepard

arlan & asta

jing yuan & dan heng

ace attorney:

apollo/klavier

phoenix/edgeworth

apollo & trucy

franziska & edgeworth

franziska/maya

maya & phoenix

nahyuta/blackquill

apollo & athena

athena/blackquill

franziska/adrian

dead plate:

rody/vincent

the magnus archives:

jon/martin/tim/sasha or any combination

jon & georgie

georgie/melanie

basira/daisy

gerry/michael

genshin impact:

kaeya & diluc

chongyun/xingqiu/gaming or any combination

aether/xiao

ei/yae miko

kazuha/scaramouche/heizou or any combination

cyno/tighnari/albedo or any combination

childe/scaramouche

aether/scaramouche

cyno/tighnari/alhaitham/kaveh or any combination

lyney & lynette & freminet or any combination

furina/neuvillette

arlecchino/furina

lyney/aether

scaramouche/albedo

scaramouche/lyney

kaeya/albedo/aether or any combination

fischl/razor/bennett or any combination

barbara/noelle

barbara & jean

diluc/venti

aether/venti

jean/lisa

mika/noelle

rosaria/kaeya

xiao/venti

beidou/ningguang

chongyun & xiangling & xingqiu or any combination

hu tao/yanfei

yanfei/yelan

hu tao/xiao

xinyan/xiangling

zhongli/venti

zhongli/childe

gorou & kokomi

kokomi/sara

ayaka/thoma

ayaka/lumine

shinobu & itto

kazuha/tomo

kazuha/aether

ayaka/chevreuse

candace/dehya

dehya/nilou

nahida & scaramouche

navia/clorinde

navia/furina

chlorinde/wriothesley

furina/lumine

childe/kaeya

childe/diluc

shinobu/heizou

ayaka/chiori

chiori/chevreuse

#probably forgot like a million things but idc #kaz speaks

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haventseensun · 2 years

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yes i would like to critique AA again

so I feel like AA as a whole but mostly the post trilogy games kinda try not to have emotional moments? So in the trilogy there’s plenty of them i mean Mia’s death, Maya getting to see Mia again when she was channeled by Pearl (which made me fucking sob), the Skye sisters reconciling, Maya reuniting with Pearl and Phoenix after she was kidnapped, THE WHOLE ENDING OF T&T AND TURNABOUT GOODBYES yeah? and then AA4 uhm i mean i get emotional about a lot of stuff in that game but we’re talking intentionally so the ending it has more of a feel good vibe but Trucy talking about how she knew her dad was alive but she has a new family and then there’s the picture at the end....but why didn’t we have Trucy act more emotional i know she’s supposed to be someone who hides how she really feels (which is something they already did with Maya but anw) but STILL and why didn’t we get a scene after the trial why didn’t we get Phoenix being happy about all the bullshit in his life being over and shit like that, but ok what about AA5...for a game so eeeeh it really delivers in the last case ESPECIALLY on the emotions it hurts like a bitch you fucking feel the grief that Aura feels, and we do get an emotional moment with Athena and Simon so thats something, and i don’t remember like anything from soj other than Trucy hiding in Edgeworth’s suitcase, some of turnabout storyteller and that Trucy did actually open up to Apollo and Athena a bit, and then the AAI games are well...in the first one its just Kay in turnabout reminiscence with her having to learn that her father is dead and also Miles comparing his own experience with losing his father to her. AND then AAI2 the blessing from god to us all honestly is kinda on the same level as the AA trilogy i mean the entirety of the inherited turnabout like do i even have to explain and the entirety of the forgotten tunabout??? i’ve talked about AAI2 a lot so i’ll try to keep this short, Miles accepting the past and just being proud of being a prosecutor and maybe finally understanding that his dad would not be dissapointed in him is so fucking emotional and how much he cares about Kay is also just so AAAAAAA, Sebastian getting the courage to be better than his father and just the groth he shows in that case especially when he says ‘thank you for everything and goodbye’ LIKE THE MATURITY???, Justine’s phonecall with John is also just so heartwarming so much stuff in that game oh my god (i might be very very biased) but seriously i feel like all the games other than AAI2 and AA5 in the last case just don’t do emotional moment like the trilogy does

and i am ranting so bad this doesnt even make sense anymore probably but i was trying to say that i feel like AA games lack the same strong emotional moments the trilogy had but AAI2 and some of AA5 is an exception to this (and i don’t mean that i don’t get emotional during the other games, i do but it definitely wasn’t intentional)

and why do we not get art like this anymore

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Finals - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket)

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Nico art credit @bleeding-ambrosia

Propaganda below ⬇️

Miles

He was raised in Brooklyn, New York by a Hispanic Puerto Rican mother, so odds are he was raised Catholic.

His mom says "Ay Maria/Ave Maria, este nene me tiene loca!" minor spoilers for Across the Spider Verse, he tells his mom "Benicion" and she replies with "dios te bendiga" (blessing and God Bless you) (or something I don't remember, I've only seen the movie once)

There's something so catholic about the sacrifice Miles makes to be Spider-Man. Putting himself on the side to help his community. And not because he thinks he'll be rewarded with lots of money or praise, but because he loves his community. Good works are not mere external deeds, but the works of love. And love is not mere feelings, but the works of love (charity)

Miguel hates Miles for also being raised Catholic but not having any of the guilt tm

Nico

He can shadow travel (kind of like teleporting) and one time I heard someone say that he would (non canonically) teleport to the Vatican for church. He is also the son of a Greek god and still extremely catholic coded.

But Nico wasn’t someone I would ever want as an enemy. He was deceptively quiet. He appeared anaemic and frail. He kept himself on the periphery. But Will was right about how much Nico had been through. He had been born in Mussolini’s Italy. He had survived decades in the time-warp reality of the Lotus Casino. He’d emerged in modern times disoriented and culture-shocked, arrived at Camp HalfBlood, and promptly lost his sister Bianca to a dangerous quest. He had wandered the Labyrinth in self-imposed exile, being tortured and brainwashed by a malevolent ghost. He’d overcome everyone’s distrust and emerged from the Battle of Manhattan as a hero. He’d been captured by giants during the rise of Gaia. He’d wandered Tartarus alone and somehow managed to come out alive. And, through it all, he’d struggled with his upbringing as a conservative Catholic Italian male from the 1930s and finally learned to accept himself as a young gay man.

The Trials of Apollo V: The Tower of Nero Chapter 10

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r4losers #miles morales #spider man #across the spider verse #atsv #itsv #marvel #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson

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tagthescullion · 9 months

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Il Minuetto della Ragazza

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Rating: T

Summary: Bianca di Angelo is alive. Alive and upset, confused, desperate… Camp Half Blood lost her little brother, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to bring him home safe.

AO3 link

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven

Chapter 12: Unblessed

REEEEEEEEEEEET.

The group of Hunters had by now assembled behind Thalia, looking around in every direction. The low hills made it difficult to know with precision where the noise came from.

“Pan’s blessing,” Bianca said.

Thalia nodded.

“What?” Asked Greta. “That does not sound like a blessing.”

“Grover Underwood called it that,” Thalia explained. “And it was useful in our quest to free Artemis. Useful and not very controllable.”

“There!” Ludovica pointed at the Northeast.

Indeed, a big shadow of an animal had jumped from behind a clutter of trees, contrasting with the rising sun.

“Federica, Greta, you two go cover Phoebe and Maddie,” Thalia ordered. “The rest, scatter! We’ve got to keep him distracted.”

She took off diagonally from the boar’s path. Bianca and Ludovica, the closest to her, followed suit.

Bianca looked back to see the rest of the Hunters had gone off in groups, all of them ready for battle.

“Is that…?” Ludovica was staring with horror at the boar. “The Erymanthian Boar?”

“Oh, that was the name,” Thalia said. “I knew Zoë had called it something, but I couldn’t remember what it was.”

Ludovica turned to her. “That was the blessing?”

“It’s debatable,” Thalia admitted. “Like I said, it was useful, we needed transportation and–”

Thalia stopped.

“Wait a minute,” she said, frowning. “You’re telling me Zoë could’ve got us a bus instead of making us ride a wild boar for miles and miles? I mean, if she could use the card I’ve been using…”

“It was the middle of nowhere,” Bianca reminded her. “We couldn’t even get a taxi, remember?”

“Oh, yes, you’re right.” Thalia waved her hand. “Apollo dumped us in the middle of shit-nowhere, he could’ve at least–”

“Girls,” Ludovica interrupted, her voice tight. “Maybe reminisce another time? The boar is coming this way!”

She was right. The boar had stopped in its tracks all of a sudden. Its tusked snout was sniffing the air. After a couple of seconds, in which none of them dared to move, the boar tilted its head towards them.

“Merda,” Ludovica said. She’d taken her bow and arrows out.

Bianca unsheathed her knives. After a couple of days with Clarisse, she’d grown fond of them, if not very proficient.

Thalia had her spear out, but not the shield. Bianca recalled that the boar had reacted badly to Medusa’s head before.

“Well it seems it remembers us,” Thalia said.

The boar attacked.

Bianca jumped to the side, as did her friends, all three of them in different ways.

The boar chose Thalia, which was probably not its wisest choice.

Ludovica shot an arrow that embedded itself on the boar’s side. It was as if it had been stung by a mosquito, it barely huffed.

“One arrow won’t do the trick,” Bianca said. “But maybe many will?”

Ludovica nodded. “Signal the others to come, I’ll help Thalia.”

She ran towards the boar, dropping the bow and unsheathing one of her knives.

Bianca took a few steps towards the group of Hunters closest to her, but she needn’t call them, they were already halfway there.

She ran back to Thalia and Ludovica, who were dancing in and out of the boar’s reach.

Thalia tried to stab it with her spear.

The boar sidestepped out of the way, right into Ludovica’s knife.

Apparently the knife hurt more than an arrow, because the animal roared and shook its head wildly. One of its tusks hit Ludovica and sent her flying.

Bianca saw with alarm that the older girl laid motionless on the dusty ground where she’d fallen.

“REEEEEEEEEET,” the boar yelled.

“Greta,” she heard Thalia call. “I’ll distract it–” She dodged one of the tusks. “And you cut one of its infernal horns off!”

Edwina, who’d run to Ludovica’s aid, yelled: “They’re called tusks!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Thalia’s voice said from the other side of the boar.

“Here!”

Bianca was startled by something being shoved into her hands. She turned to see Maddie’s face, red from running all the way from the bus. She’d given Bianca the end of a thick rope.

“We can make it trip,” Maddie explained, pointing at the beast’s back legs.

Bianca nodded.

Maddie took off behind the boar, who was busy trying to fend off Thalia, Greta, and two other girls who had joined the game of Take the Tusk Off the Boar.

She tried to find an opening to slide under the boar with the rope in her hands.

“Just chuck it this way!” Bianca told her. “I’ll try to grab it!”

Maddie looked dubious but she threw the loosely tied rope like a low-flying frisbee under the animal’s belly.

The rope fell almost on her side, and Bianca, building up as much of her courage as she could muster, dived under the beast to retrieve it.

She saw, from the corner of her eye, Maddie running back to her side.

Bianca picked up the rope and tried to backtrack crouching.

The rough hair of the moving boar’s underside felt like sandpaper on her forehead and head.

She felt a grip on her back and she was pulled back by strong hands.

Maddie stood grinning. She seemed to be having fun.

“Come on, then,” she said. “You’ll take that end and chuck it back to me this time.”

Bianca didn’t argue, she’d been too close to the animal’s legs to be as cheerful about their plan as Maddie was.

“YEAH!”

Bianca looked up and saw the girls had managed to cut off one of the boar’s tusks. Its back had several arrows incrusted in it, but they weren’t enough to seriously harm it.

“Quickly, now,” Maddie rushed her.

Bianca ran to the other side of the animal and realised throwing the rope was a lot harder than it looked.

The beast was moving and the rope was heavy on her hands.

She threw it with as much force as she could, but the boar’s leg kicked it back to her before it reached even half of its width.

Bianca pulled the rope back to her, and threw it again, her arms straining with the effort.

This time, it got close enough for Maddie to hit the ground on her back and grab it.

Much more swiftly than Bianca had, Maddie pushed herself from under the boar with her legs, rolled out of harm’s way and stood up. She ran to Bianca’s side.

“I’m not sure it’ll be enough,” she said, studying the loose circles of rope inside which the hind legs of the boar were jumping and kicking.

“It’ll have to do,” Bianca took one of the ends of the rope and ran backwards.

Maddie followed suit.

Luckily for them, Thalia had decided to practise extreme sports in her quest to un-tusk the boar. She grabbed the remaining tusk and tried to stay clinging to it, like a crazy version of that weird game Bianca had been told about, where the person tried to stay on a moving mount that pretended to be a bull.

Maddie and Bianca used the boar’s stupefaction, which made it still for a second, to pull on the rope.

The rope, which had been laying on the ground, now rose up a metre and tied the boar’s back legs.

“Oi, you lot!” Maddie yelled at some of the girls who were staring at Thalia bemusedly. “We need a hand here!”

The girls ran to them at once, taking the rope with Maddie and Bianca and pulling.

The boar was strong, but a combination dozen hunters pulling and over fifteen arrows stuck to his back and sides were stronger. After half a minute of struggling, the beast fell over its front legs, stuck under its own weight.

Bianca didn’t dare stop pulling, lest the boar decided to run free and kill them all.

Thalia got off the boar’s tusk and sighed. “Gods, what do we do now?”

“Kill it!” Phoebe said from somewhere behind Bianca. “What else are we supposed to do with it?”

“It was a gift from the Wild,” Thalia reminded them. “Wouldn’t we be offending Pan if we killed it?”

“Whatever’s left of Pan, anyway,” sneered Helena. Bianca had never properly spoken to her, but she was a head taller than her, and had never seemed in a very good mood. “We’d be in more trouble if we let it go than if we had to face Pan.”

Bianca could see in Thalia’s face that she wasn’t comfortable with that decision.

“Whatever we do,” Edwina called from Ludovica’s side. “We better do it quickly, Ludi needs help.”

“Fede, go get nectar for Ludi,” Thalia commanded. “Our bags should still be on the bus, if the mortals haven’t fled with everything.”

“We told them it was an ambush,” Maddie said, her arms strained holding the rope. “That they should hide. They’ve probably called the police, though, we have to deal with this as fast as possible.”

Thalia stood right in front of the boar, whose giant head alone was her height, and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” she told the beast.

Then she stabbed it in one of its eyes.

Bianca looked away with disgust. Despite knowing it was a monster and that it had tried to kill her on more than one occasion, it gave her a despicable feeling to end its life like that.

The Erymanthian Boar exploded in golden dust, which dissipated in a warm breeze that smelled like wildflowers, the same they’d felt before its arrival in Cloudcroft, back during the quest, leaving behind a lone gigantic tusk.

The dozen Hunters that had been pulling the rope fell one over the other when the boar disintegrated.

Before being crushed by several of the girls, Bianca caught regret in Thalia’s expression.

#i updated in less than a school term it's strange i know #bianca di angelo #thalia grace #hunters of artemis #pjo #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion #il minuetto

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