#Clio Chang

[balu8]

Clio Chang: Elsa

[flowering-darkness]

I made it back I made it home I made it back to her

[ghul-wein]

Commission for @clio-just-clio!!

[image ID: The image shows a full body illustration of Shade the Changing man. Shade is white with blue eyes and messy red-orange hair that is more brown at the roots going over their shoulders. They are looking off to the side with a sort of bemused and dismissive expression. Shade is in a pinup sorta pose, with their arms over their head.

They are only wearing a long, flowing coat and black pants that blend into their boots. Their chest is exposed. The coat is a swirling mixture of every color from the rainbow accented with white and black. Leopard like spots. The inner lining of the coat is a solid pink compared to how bright and full the rest of the coat is.

The background is a simple greyish blue with light and dark streaks and splattering for contrast. ]

[remma-demma]

Clio, Writer of Histories and Apollo, Bard of the People

[malboraslihan]

                               ♡ @nonscnse liked for a starter.

                    '  it's  barely  a  cut  '  she  sighs,  smile  lingering  up  on  her  features  as  she  continues  to  press  on  the  wound.  '  you'll  be  fine,  no  scar  or  anything  '  gaze  travels  upwards  to  meet  their  face,  gaze  narrowing  slightly.  '  want  to  tell  me  again  how  it  happened?  '

[fell-court]

Today’s gameplay progress:

I handed in last week’s copy of Wondrous Tails, and while I wasn’t able to make any lines of seals, it did at least give me enough experience to get to level 88 as a dancer, which is quite exciting! I’m trying to push it to 90 early so I can finally equip my nice rinascita glamour in the game itself, instead of just through Glamourer.

On the note of handing things in, I also donated what I could to the Doman Enclave for this week, so that’s all done once again. I actually don’t know how much I have left to do for that - today’s donations finished the watchtower and started the garden, but I don’t know whether the garden is the last part or not.

I made a bit of a start on this week’s Wondrous Tails while I was waiting for the washing to be done, but I really need to do more raid roulettes, since a) they’re my best sources of second chance points and b) two of the things I can complete for seals are the World of Darkness and the Tower at Paradigm’s Breach. I think there were four things on there that I was able to do unsynced by myself, but that was it.

After that, and after my internet came back, I descended back into glamour hell in order to try and come up with some expansion-specific outfits for Clio. They’re mostly just first passes, and the angle of the screenshots is weird because I had turned the camera sideways in /gpose and was then trying to work from that view, but.. this is what those outfits look like!

I’m toying with the idea of Clio picking up new classes for each expansion, and so far, the potential path for that would be that she’s a marauder at the start, then a gunbreaker for most of A Realm Reborn, machinist for Heavensward, samurai (or paladin?) for Stormblood, dark knight for Shadowbringers, and then back to focusing on gunbreaker for Endwalker. ..All of this is very able to change, though. I also cannot guarantee that I will actually play through the game as whatever classes Clio canonically is whenever I’m playing as her, but the concept is still there story-wise.

That’s everything, I think!

[paolalopezfeliu]

L’aéroport de Paris-Charles de Gaulle est renommé Paris-Anne de Gaulle pendant une semaine. Une décision prise par la direction à l’occasion de la 30e journée internationale des personnes handicapées (JIPH), qui était célébrée le 3 décembre dernier. Pour aider La Fondation Anne de Gaulle à sensibiliser davantage l’opinion publique, le premier aéroport de France change donc de nom durant une semaine. 

[mullermilkshake]

Yakuza!Suguru in the bedroom.

Yakuza!Suguru Geto x Wife!Reader

Sorry I haven't posted for Like a curse in a while <3 But I'm back now :)

Yakuza!Suguru adores you, his wife. He takes every opportunity to pleasure you in every way you desire. His own orgasms are and afterthought because he devotes everything to you.

Yakuza!Suguru knows the right touch in the right areas depending on your mood and your responsive body reacts to it every time. That's how the twins came along unexpectedly, and he wouldn't change it for anything. Mimiko and Nanako are his world and you are his queen in this little kingdom he's made.

Yakuza!Suguru won't ever admit out loud that you calling him Daddy throughout the day, because he is one, shouldn't get him riled up as much as it does. It's the way you say it sometimes and when he hears you say it while he's fucking you, well it stirs him up. Maybe another baby wouldn't hurt? He'd love to make you a mama again. He's sure you'd let him too.

Yakuza!Suguru kind of wants to be a father again.

Yakuza!Suguru favourite spot on you is the curve of your spine when you arch it, kissing down each part is a highlight for him. The other place is your neck, he loves it wen you tie your hair up just so he can pull on it and run his tongue right along to your jaw line.

Yakuza!Suguru enjoys seeing you writhe under him, the slap of bare skin while he fucks into you and smacks your ass to get you clenching around his cock. He remembers every whine and moan that escapes your lips and are forever ingrained in his brain.

Yakuza!Suguru worships your body for the temple it is. He takes good care of you after, clearing you up good with plenty of cuddles into the night. He loves the smell of your hair with that shampoo you always use and it sends him off into a lulled sleep.

Yakuza!Suguru loves you and his girls more than anything, the comfort sends him with sentimental dreams he holds so close to him.

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[grimst4rs]

What Remus hadn’t expected when he arrived at the garage with a faulty fuel hose was this.

Obviously, he had trusted James, because he knew his collection of vintage cars needed a hand of paint or some minor changes from time to time. So, when he had recommended that place, he was sure to trust his friend when he said that the man who worked in that garage knew what he was doing.

He might have expected a stout man with a beard and moustache to welcome him warmly and offer him a cuppa. He hadn’t expected, however, the man who was tinkering with a Renault Clio.

When he had finally come out from under the car, Remus watched him stand up.

His long, black hair was haphazardly thrown up, a strand of hair falling into his face carelessly, that he then tucked behind his pierced ears. His arms were covered with tattoos, and his hands were dark with dirt. A smear of oil coated his high cheekbones, and his straight nose was scrunched as he ran the back of his darkened palm over his nose, wiping away what had stained his nose. He rubbed his hands over his white t-shirt, slicked with sweat, adjusted his tool belt, and looked down at Remus.

“Alright, mate?”

Shit.

[youledmehere]

you know what? here’s a blank piece of paper why don’t you turn that into glo-coat. are you out of your mind? you gave me twenty ideas and i picked out one of them that was a kernel that became that commercial. so you remember? i do. it was something about a cowboy congratulations. no it was something about a kid locked in a closet because his mother was making him wait for the floor to dry which IS BASICALLY the whole commercial. it’s a kernel. which YOU CHANGED JUST ENOUGH so that it was yours. i changed it into a commercial. what are we going to shoot him in the dark in a CLOSET? that’s the way it works there are no credits on commercials. BUT YOU GOT THE CLIO! it’s YOUR JOB. i give you money you give me ideas. and YOU NEVER say thank YOU. THATS WHAT THE MONEY IS FOR! YOU’RE YOUNG YOU WILL GET YOUR RECOGNITION and honestly it is absolutely ridiculous to be two years into your career and counting your ideas. EVERYTHING to you is an OPPORTUNITY and you should be THANKING ME every morning when you wake up along with JESUS for giving you ANOTHER DAY.

[cuppa-noodle]

Hi!!! I really like your fanart of octavian and rachel, its so yummy, could you elaborate on what this au is about though? It has two underrated characters and i love them so i definitely curious (no pressure)!

Lord idk how long this has been here-

Thank you, though!

So explanation: Prophetrio or Unspooling Fate, which is the proper name for the au, is a post-TOA au where instead of ascending to godhood after defeating python, Apollo is instead sent back in time and ends up dragging two people (Octavian & Rachel) with him!

They must then figure out what to do and what they can change whilst remaining vigilant and not being found out.

Chaos ensues because, whilst these three are the only ones who remember their timeline, grudges are not forgotten just yet.

Book 1 is currently being published - the scroll of Clio

[flowering-darkness]

It’s occurring to me more and more that the way my friends and I have been messing about in FFXIV recently is the way Clio would also play the game/exist as an adventurer in Eorzea:

Leaping into random people’s party finders for the sake of it/to help them do what they’re trying to do (even if they really didn’t need to make a party finder for that sort of thing)

Tagging along with groups trying to get specific drops and sticking around despite already having the drop in question

Going into duties with far fewer people than you’re meant to have and seeing what happens. E8S with five people (not the normal 8)? Aglaia with six (when it normally needs 24)? Let’s see how terribly it goes!~ (we actually ended up clearing both!)

It’s a very refreshing way to play, and it’s really put into perspective how far we’ve all come as a group. Who needs specifically-scheduled statics when you have spontaneity and doing everything unsynced for laughs, huh? =P

[clioarcadia]

Her first selfie on her new cell phone. Useless fact: Clio has 7 bear cell phone decorations, one color for each turtle, April, Splinter and Dusel. And she changes them every day as a sign of appreciation for her friends.

[diary-of-a-demigod]

CAMP AMBER ROAD

In the year 1860, Camp Half-Blood migrated from Europe to America. For the European demigods who weren't brought there, it meant being left behind to fend for themselves.

And although the monster attacks became less frequent and the monsters less vicious, a dark era began.

Times changed, traveling abroad became more available to the common man. The American camp came within reach for the European demigod population again, but this isn't the only possiblity anymore: within the borders of Poland, a brand new camp was opened, now welcoming demigods from all of Europe!

Right now, in 2024, summer is about to start and Principal Lydia Wieczorek, daughter of Clio, is welcoming you in the Jan Parandowski School Complex no.3 in Janczarno!

But just what is the school administration hiding from the student-campers? What the hell is the Atreus Bunker, what's the big deal about it and why is the New Parandowski Association so obsessed with finding it?

@lunii12

[travelingthief]

Clio Offerings and Devotional Acts

Offerings

History books

Journals (personal or of others)

Scrolls

Depictions of your favorite historical period (art, clothes, poems, etc.)

Family heirlooms

Vintage clothing

Vintage/antique toys

Antique items

Fossils

Bone/skull depictions

Lyres

Trumpets

Hyacinths

Hourglasses

Clocks/Watches

Historic poems

Academic awards

Historical family records (birth records, death records, immigration records, etc.)

Writing utensils

Quills

Ink

Clay tablets

Newspapers/articles

Political memorabilia 

Library cards

School IDs

Artifacts from your culture

Laurels

Globes

Maps

Life mementos

Old coins/bills

Old stamps

Devotional Acts

Visit/volunteer at a historical society

Go to the library

Learn local history

Learn world history

Teach history

Keep a  personal journal

Keep a journal of current events and your reflections on them

Write poetry about history or current events

Write your life story

Take a history class

Read

Write

Write the story of your family

Learn about different creation myths

Learn how myths developed in history

Study archeology

Study anthropology

Keep up with current events

Study politics

Preserve items that could be historical

Cook popular meals from history

Go to a museum

Go to historical reenactments

Make clay tablets

Learn about historical technology

Learn about historical medicine

Study geography and how territories have changed over time

[ryuzakemo128]

When In Rome

Pairing: General Marcus Acasius x Albino! Female Reader

Content Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Female reader is albino with crimson red eyes, Mild Violence, Some Language, might be somewhat historically inaccurate. Reader has a fear of change.

Word Count: 1653

Summary: Then. Then you got a letter from the man himself. Things weren’t nearly as easily denied or forgotten anymore.

At first you were certain your parents were joking or at least trying to. You didn’t think they were remotely serious about this kind of thing. You were sure you would live in the countryside for the rest of your life. You weren’t scared of dying out there and it was comforting to know that you died somewhere you preferred to be.

Then. Then you got a letter from the man himself. Things weren’t nearly as easily denied or forgotten anymore. He was certainly straightforward in his self-introduction. But you are sure most men in this day and age are somewhat self-assured.

It felt foreign to feel this afraid. This kind of fear. You felt rather small hunted by wolves from all angles of your life. You were certain of things before. Now? Not so much.

You wrote him a letter to dissuade him from the temptation of perusing the arranged marriage between you both. Determined to keep your life as solitary as you possibly could. You had your loom, your three felines, your fruit trees, and your flower garden. Content with the simplicity of the countryside and the long quiet.

You didn’t understand how people could be so confused as to why you chose the countryside, far away from the large cities of the Roman Empire. The only time you ever went into the larger cities is to get things like more thread for your loom, perhaps a new pot or two, and supplies for your garden. The quietness of the countryside is your sanctum, a place where you can truly think and live. The only sounds that break the silence are the chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves, and the occasional meow from your three cats.

You’ve named them after the Muses from Roman mythology—Calliope, Clio, and Euterpe. They are your companions in solitude, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

You were attending a ‘feast’ or something rather important with your parents. Who decided years ago that living in the city was far more beneficial for them. You weren’t ever keen on that particular decision of theirs. But you never commented on it, either. Lest you hear insistent nagging on how they viewed the countryside as some kind of sign of stagnation.

As you were bathing, you wondered if it would be enough to wear something to make sure you remained inside the depths of the shadows. You weren’t sure how your mother might see that, either. As you were too tired to deal with her complaints about how you loved to dress. You still don’t see her love for the colour of Emerald green. No matter how many times she tells you.

“It’ll grow on you, I’m sure of it.” She would tell you, and all you would give her in response is a look of ‘I don’t think we like the same things, mother’.

“Are you sure I can’t just wear blue like I normally would?” you asked, inquiring as to why she had chosen green when it never seemed to suit you. At least, you never thought it did. “I’m sure Midnight blue would better? I wouldn’t know.”

You didn’t discuss it further and scurried off to continue her bathing alone. You didn't read into the meanings of colour, and you didn't think much of it either. Likewise, you had an approach, 'live and let live'. If you died tomorrow, you would die tomorrow. This mindset often clashed with your mother's.

As you were in your bedchambers, brushing your hair with a simplistic ivory and bone comb. It was enough to keep your hair neat, tidy and only somewhat presentable. As you placed the white power on your skin to even out your complexion using the white chalk and rice you crushed days ago. As you were putting kohl eyeliner around your eyes along her lash line. The dark pigment made her crimson coloured stand out further.

Your mother walked into your chambers as you were wondering what else to put onto your face. Your tortoise shell feline relaxing on your bed. The Deep blue linen stola you have chosen to wear, made from the woollen linen fabric you have personally woven with your loom in the countryside.

You were still uncertain if you needed to take your crimson red hood to block out the sunlight. Though, you hope you would not be in direct sunlight. You didn’t hear your mother walk in while you were also thinking about how to do your hair too.

Your other two cats were North African Wildcats brought into your home. You didn’t mind the fact they followed you, and the fact your mother didn’t know what to make of them, which still continues to amuse you.

You were braiding your using leather cord to then adorn with delicate sapphires at the base of the braid. The crimson earrings you have selected to wear dangling slightly as you worked. You were about to leave when your mother spoke up, her voice echoing off the marble walls of the chamber.

You smelt her floral perfume long before you heard her voice, overpowering your subtle lavender and lilies.

“You do know that he's a general, don't you?” Your mother's voice was a gentle scold, but you knew she was just as nervous as you. “The least you could do is put some effort into your appearance.”

You pointed to the sapphires you were adding to your braid. “I haven't added colour to the cheeks yet.” you remarked, looking up at her.

Your mother saw you have chosen for a soft tone of pink to give life to your cheeks. But you were stumped on what to put on your lips. You have already added crimson Scarlett to your eyelids.

Your mother looked at the pink you have picked for your cheeks. “Does it clash as much I think it does?” you asked. “I already placed red on the eyelids and the lips.”

Her eyes widened for a moment before she took a step closer to inspect your handiwork. After a moment of scrutinising, she nodded. “No, it does not. But perhaps, a touch of coral on the lips might do?” she suggested.

You added touches of coral to your lips. The mix of red and coral made a combination of a sunset kissed by a rose. You weren’t sure if it was suitable for the occasion, but it felt natural to you. The reflection in the mirror showed a stark contrast between your stark white skin, crimson eyes, and the soft pink and coral accents.

When the feast began in full swing, you were more or less concentrated on eating things you normally didn’t have in the countryside. The aromas of roasting meats and spiced wines wafted through the grand hall, a stark contrast to the smell of freshly turned earth and blooming flowers you were accustomed to. You were eating when he found you, for the most part you were going towards roasted meats you don't have too often like pheasant, boar, and venison.

You were deeply engrossed in the roasted meat, much to his amusement. His deep, authoritative voice was the first indication that he had arrived. “Your appetite does you credit, my lady,” he said, his words dripping with a hint of humour that made you feel at ease.

“I am drawn to food more than the people. Especially cheese.” you stated honestly. “As for the engagement if there is one, that letter is a simple message of clarity of my intent. I do not wish to insult you or your character. But I do wish to implore you to think about whether you think it is a viable route to pursue.”

General Marcus Acasius leaned against the marble column, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest, the fabric of his red paludamentum—his military cloak—rustling softly with his movement. His piercing blue eyes studied you, and for a moment, you felt like a doe caught in the gaze of a cunning wolf.

“Your honesty is refreshing,” he replied, his voice filled with an unexpected warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. “But it does not change the fact that the Emperor himself has arranged this union. It is not merely a matter of our own desires.”

You paused your eating, frowning deeply, your mother nor your father hadn't told you this part, “Odd, my parents did not.... include that part.” you remarked. “I am afraid you have captured my curiosity. I do wonder what he hopes to gain from it. The countryside isn't exactly lively with activity.”

The general's gaze softened a bit, his lips curling upwards into a slight smirk. “I suspect the emperor sees potential in an alliance with your family, and perhaps, in the quiet strength that you possess.” He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “But that is not for us to question, is it?”

“Not in polite company, as my mother would love to put it.” you remarked. “Though she will take the apples I send her.”

You still don’t know what to make of this General by the end of the feast. Even as he spoke to your father towards the end. You were cleaning off the makeup and changing into something far more comfortable for bed. You would be scouring the marketplace for more woollen thread to weave on your loom, baskets for your fruits and vegetables, and perhaps a few more seeds for your garden.

As you fell asleep surrounded by your three felines. You were certain whatever came next would shake the foundation of understanding you hope to cling onto. But somehow, you don’t feel nearly as frightened of change as you used to be. As if your mindset prepared you for this all along.

At first you were certain your parents were joking or at least trying to.

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics + @cafekitsune

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