#HOLY NOLY

[mikeslvr]

When in doubt draw ur favs interacting :

TY FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY TURBO DESIGN LMAO??? THAT’S ACTUALLY INSANE

this probably won’t do as well bc mike wazowski schmidt is in it but oh well, they’re my favorite grey boys and they would never under any circumstances be physically able talk to eachother but shut up i don’t care

[artandthebible]

Noli Me Tangere

Artist: Antonio da Correggio (Italian, 1489–1534)

Date: c. 1525

Medium: Oil on panel

Collection: Museo del Prado, Madrid, Spain

Description

Mary Magdalene wears the yellow garb characteristic of prostitutes and appears deeply moved by the meeting. Her emotional instability contrasts with Christ's serene, tranquil figure, which Correggio depicts with a few iconographic peculiarities, including a blue robe in contrast with the white or pink robes traditionally employed in illustrations of this passage from the Bible (John 20:1-19) . Correggio's color choice alludes to the sky or to the absence of stigmata from Christ's Passion, symbolizing his perfect state after the Resurrection.

Noli Me Tangere - Touch Me Not

Jesus tells Mary, “Touch Me not” (John 20:17, KJV); but then later, speaking to Thomas, He says, “Reach hither thy finger and behold My hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into My side” (verse 27). The seeming incongruity of Jesus’ statements is resolved when we examine the language Jesus employed and consider the basic difference between the two situations.

In John 20:17, the word translated “touch” is a Greek word which means “to cling to, to lay hold of.” This wasn’t just a touch; it was a grip. Obviously, when Mary recognized Jesus, she immediately clung to Him. Matthew 28:9 records the other women doing the same thing when they saw the resurrected Christ.

In loosening Mary’s hold on Him, Jesus was, in effect, saying this: “I know you desire to keep Me here, always present with you. I know you want everything to be just the same as before I died. But our relationship is about to change. I’m going to heaven, and you will have the Comforter in My place. You need to start walking by faith, Mary, not by sight.”

When Jesus spoke to Thomas, it was not to counter a misplaced desire but to rebuke a lack of faith. Thomas had said he would not believe until he had touched the living body of Jesus (John 20:25). Jesus, knowing all about Thomas’s declaration, offered His body as living proof of His resurrection. This was something He did on another occasion as well (Luke 24:39-40).

So, both Mary and Thomas needed more faith. Mary needed faith enough to let Jesus go. Thomas needed faith enough to believe without empirical proof. Mary needed to loosen her grip; Thomas needed to strengthen his. The resurrected Christ gave both of them the faith they needed.

[yellowheartz]

THERE ARE NOLI ME TANGERE (MARIA CLARA AT IBARRA) FANFICTION ON AO3?!?@?!?#?@*%(÷,%*

[babygirlvanitas]

NOLY SHIT

i made oc x canon to cope

“Wow, Shinonome-kun! I didn’t know you like More M—“

“Stop talking or I’m not letting you listen to my music again, Kamishiro.”

[setevulpo]

obscura love interests as paintings!

hello, yes, this vn has consumed my days. have a healthy dose of artistic rambles relating to the love interests from someone who knows nothing about art, and enjoy!

the pictures are unfortunately only of details, because tumblr will crash and burn if i try putting all 15 full paintings in one post, but seriously. look up the paintings. they're so beautiful y'all.

divider by @/cafekitsune

keir

boy peeling fruit by michelangelo caravaggio! picked because it gave me chilling-after-work vibes and it's kinda domestic!

the shipwreck by claude-joseph vernet! it's the tragedy! the despair! the only thing you can do is help those who aren't dead yet!

the last day of pompeii by karl bryullov! yes. it's the same reason as above. add the impotence of being unable to stop what's causing it and muah! gold! also volcano.

cirrus

noli me tangere by titian vecellio! this painting is named after the biblical episode after jesus' resurrection, and it's symbolical of belief/love without a physical aspect to it.

death and life by gustav klimt! another one that is about a lack of physical union, but i also picked it because of the light and dark contrast between life and death.

the annunciation by henry ossawa tanner! it depicts the moment gabriel informed mary of her pregnancy, and it is very much about clarity and revelations, usually of the holy kind.

francesco

david with the head of goliath by michelangelo caravaggio! there are many theories about what this one is actually about, but one of them talks about caravaggio's youth ruining his chance at becoming old. do you see my vision.

by the sea by piet mondrian! this one is mostly about the vibes, it's very rich but also simplistic in a way?

roses, convolvulus, poppies, and other flowers in an urn on a stone ledge by rachel ruysch! a peony at the central point for love and wealth, foxglove that, despite symbolising deceit also leans into healing, the nasturium standing for victory despite struggles!

oleander

the aegean sea by frederic edwin church! a temple of bacchus and a double rainbow and the freedom of an open sea. there's something there i tell you.

cymon and iphigenia by frederic leighton! cymon gazes upon a sleeping iphigenia and is filled with inspiration of which he never knew before. it has a very warm feeling to it, and it is set at dusk in early autumn. also it's just pretty.

symphony in white, no.1 by james mcneill whistler! the original artist said that this painting had no deeper meaning, ominous much, but also it depicts a woman casually standing on a dead wolf, which is undeniably badass.

+ bonus! vesper

the first mourning by william-adolphe bouguereau! adam and eve mourning their son after he died! it looks beautiful and desperate and completely anguished.

descent into limbo by andrea mantegna! this one is all because of vesper going into the mountain not sorry at all. the man in the painting is begging for mercy or help or literally anything.

the death of adonis by peter paul rubens! someone died when they should have lived. someone died way before their time. vesper my beloved this will be you.

[greenteaanon]

Fictional Stories:From Noli me Tanghere

NARCISISA (SISA)

Reverse Isekai, GN! Reader but you're in a skirt. Angst and fluff and a drizzle of crack, Warnings for Screaming, child loss, loss of Sanity

This is based on our project last year lol this has been rotting in my drafts

"Oh Geez! why would they Volonteer me to represent the class!!" You huffed as you went inside one of the apartments in your family's rental place to use as a dorm. "Are you alright your grace?" Asked Kaveh leaning on the couch with a Sketchbook. "No. Not really...Given the fact that I have to perform on stage in...a week max?" Pinching the bridge of your nose while pacing. "What exactly are you performing your holiness?" Asked Zhongli placing a tray of newly brewed tea on the coffee table. You passed him a Convenient English Version of Jose Rizal's work: Noli me Tanghere

"Page 58 that's the character..." You pointed dropping your self on the couch next to Kaveh. Xingqiu saw the book and flipped to said page "Sisa? What's her character?"

"So bassicaly she's a woman driven crazy because of her husband's abuse and the loss of her 2 sons because of the corrupt church"you stated directly at the book thinking If you missed anything. They looks the right amount of concerned.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to dig through my closet because it's in 2 days" you stood up rushing to your room.

Once again, you're on the couch with the ladies: Yun Jin, Nilou, and Ayaka. "I just need a twist... something that will make people react, " you whispered to yourself. The others looked very much concerned for your well-being. The competition was tomorrow, and it was very nerve racking, no one dared to cut you from your concentration.

You almost started jumping in joy when an idea hit you. Looking up songs upon songs and making a little to then sing "ok...Im ready!" You said to yourself. Ayaka softly patted your back with a gentle smile. You can relax just a bit.

The day of the competition arrived, and you managed to slip the genshin cast into school pretending that they were cosplaying. You were pacing around back stage calming down your nerves with Yun Jin making sure you look alright.

"Representing Section Juan Luna!..." The teacher called out as the lights dimmed and you walked on stage singing a small tune

Thats when you got your class to do it to scream insults at you as you're performing. "Baliw! Baliw!" Crazy! Crazy! they all kept screaming thats when you started to shout back "Baliw!? Di ako Baliw! Nakikita mo ba ilaw sa Kampanaryo! Anak ko yon! Si Crispin! Nagpapadausdos sa Lubid! Crispin! Basilio! Anak ko! " Crazy!? Im not Crazy! Cant you see the light in the steeple! Those are my children! Crispin! Pulling the rope! Crispin! Basilio! My children!

You started sobbing uncontrollably acting as if you actually gone crazy as the music drops. Then the light dimmed ending your performance. A loud round of applause rang in the gymnasium. You stood up and bowed.

After you got off the stage you went over to the genshin cast they were cheering you on. Now all you had to do was sit and watch the rest of the performances.

"Now it is time to announce the winners!" The vice president of the Pandayan Filipino Club said. It finally arrived to announce your grade's winners

"Remember Your Grace, No matter if you win or lose" Zhongli said.

"For the grand champion! And the best performance for Sisa! Goes to..." You felt your body go stiff, you were holding onto Kaveh for support. "SECTION JUAN LUNA!" Both the announcers said. You accidentally pushed eachother when you heard you won.

You quickly made your way up the stage to get the Trophy and Medal and bowed. All is well and hard work payed off

[funky-sea-cryptid]

i took it upon myself to compile all the fics my wife @t-f-t and i wrote here, and make it look at least a little pretty :>

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Noli Me Tangere

AO3 LINK

rating: mature

dead dove, do not eat! remember to read the tags!

length: 210k words

status: completed (28/02/23)

summary:

Magnus Zogratis has never found solace in the extranatural. The war of his kingdom against Clover has been going for as long as he can remember, and even isolated as he is, he knows that they call him a devil. But the devils are not the enemy. The Holy is what must be denigrated, and to survive in House Zogratis, one must know who God is.

A failed paladin has few options, and a failed paladin is not human. It's a lesson the bird learns almost as soon as he's brought to life. The false god who claimed to resurrect him says that he was nothing before this, but the bird is aware this is not true. After all, if he was nothing, why is the real god haunting his dreams?

Noli me Tangere, for Caesar's I am. And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

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The Awful Edges Where You End

AO3 LINK

rating: mature

length: 62k words

status: completed (02/06/23)

summary:

Seven years after he gained a gruesome gift that he didn’t want, Yami Sukehiro moves from a temp job in San Francisco into a broken-down estate in Maine. It’s expensive and busted to hell, but it’s a place that finally, finally seems empty.

This kind of story only goes one way.

Watch to see if the silverware has turned black. Watch to see if the table has begun to rot. If the blood from the wall starts to glisten like oil and decay, the door will be lost to you, and you will be left with nothing but your sins to contend with.

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The Blood of Both is my Limbo

AO3 LINK

rating: mature

dead dove, do not eat! remember to read the tags!

length: 210k words (as of 09/06/24)

status: incomplete (as of 09/06/24)

summary:

The Black Bulls, save their captain and vice captain, have been missing for months.

Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.

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Movement Tethys

AO3 LINK

rating: mature

length: 76k (as of 26/07/24)

status: incomplete (as of 26/07/24)

summary:

Witches are the only living creatures that can do magic, but power always comes in exchange for a terrible cost.

Lucius Zogratis is running from his own mortality. His son falls into a river.

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[aratakatism]

hands are literally freezing towdeath holy noly

[losersage]

OMG THE ELVES R SO PRETTTY HOLY NOLY

[kainoliero]

I recently started reading Noli Me Tángere and holy moly my weak Finnish brain. I'm programmed to read a drama arc. You know, where tension builds up, reaches its peak, and then makes a descend to the finish.

Meanwhile NMT drama arc is like throwing a crayon into a tumble dryer. We start and right away there's a DEAD DAD who has been EXHUMED AND DISPOSED OF also a PRETTY GIRL FLOWERS BLOOM AROUND HER AND CHERUBS but she's ignored because DAYDREAMING OF HOW MY DAD CALLED MY NAME AS HIS FINAL WORD IN JAIL he was jailed because HE SAVED A CHILD'S LIFE ENEMIES SAW A CHANCE ...and we're not even yet at the part where the hero finds out about how the priest he earlier on greeted as a family friend was responsible of exhuming the dad, but we readers know cause it was explained to US. Like. I'm a wreck but like wrecked with crack, so I can't stop taking more. What else could even go more wrong at this point, I'm afraid I'll find out.

[syunkiss]

hello hun!!!

🥟🍤

I gift you shrimp potstickers today!!

ILY/p and hugggssssss

:D

SHRIMB !!!! HOLY NOLY

Ily toooooo<333 🤗🤗🤗🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[mayadoesfandomstuff]

Ya know, now that I'm rereading the Noli, I forgot how snarky Jose Rizal I'd like holy shit he was already making fun of people in the first paragraph

Bro didn't had to come right out the gate to say that Capitan Tiago (and by proxy Filipinos) was closed minded lmao

[mobiusstripper]

Holy shit, I found you—-

Ok I have to say, I’ve been reading fanfiction for nearly half my life, and out of all of them, your Code Geass Britannia’s Daughters series are quite possibly the best I’ve ever read. Specifically “The Tigress.”

Just everything about it is perfect. The writing, Euphemia’s characterization, how small seemingly insignificant characters like the gardener Matiu have a bigger impact than one may realize, how they bond over how much they miss their loved ones, and how he comes up at the end when Euphy’s dying and she hopes he can come home to his daughter (I think her names Anahera)

Euphemia was up there as one of my favorite code geass characters, but your fanfiction quite possibly made her my favorite. I’ve probably internalized an unhealthy amount and projected it into canon to the point I forget that we don’t know her mother or what’s happened to her, or that we don’t know what her classmates thought of her, just things like that.

I’m not exaggerating when I say this fic changed my life, with Euphemia realizing there are things worth sacrificing if only for the chance, how every worm mattered and was worth saving even if they couldn’t save them all. I think about your piece of writing every single day, hell nearly every day during the school year I’d pull up your fanfiction and read it and just feel every emotion within. According to my archive history, I’ve visited The Tigress over 300-400 times….I need a life lol

Ok and with Cornelia’s pov in fics like When You Lie Howling (love the meaning behind the title) To start off, it’s just…the little things between the fanfictions. How in The Tigress Evelyn is hardly mentioned because Euphemia hardly remembers her but she’s much more prominent in fics with Cornelia’s pov because she was around. Or how the Tigress has a softer, more flowery feel with a bit of edge and suffering in the cracks, while When You Lie Howling has a very brutal, hardened feel with occasional flowers growing in the crevices. I feel like it perfectly characterizes the sisters.

Also, another thing I loved in WYLH is that scene with Cornelia, Evelyn, and baby Euphie. In between the hard exterior and feelings and thoughts of the second princess, we get a glimpse of what it was once like. I could legitimately feel the nostalgia, the faded edges a childhood memory has, and the melancholic aura. I’m pretty sure I cried once after reading it near the end between all the scenes of Cornelia’s heartache.

Even if it’s Never Enough….you really know how to destroy somebody, don’t you. All of Cornelia’s guilt is confronted, head on, and her feelings on how Euphemia might feel toward her and everything, which is heartbreaking because we’ve seen Euphie’s perspective and we know at certain parts she would never feel that way towards her sister. And not to get personal on main, but as someone who has sorta lost people, you’ve captured those feelings of grief and regret, very, very well.

Anyway, I am so sorry for suddenly invading your askbox with my brain rot over your fics, I am not exaggerating or making it up when I say I think about them daily and nearly forget they’re not canon, and that I really, really look up to you and your fanfiction. Anyway, have a good day/night

PS I have also read Noli mi Tangere, Look me in the eyes, and your other code geass works and I absolutely adore them too lol. These three in particular are just my personal favs

I have been thinking all morning about how to respond to this wonderful message, and wanting to make sure that I took the proper time to do so.

First off, thank you so much. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for; any writer would be elated to receive a message like this one. Especially those of us who have poured our hearts into our work for years in relative obscurity. To know someone out there has been listening. That someone got it. That someone opened their own heart up to ours. This series was one of the first places I ever allowed myself to be really vulnerable in my writing, and "The Tigress" in particular has so much of my unguarded soul in it. What you have written here means so much to me, and it absolutely made my day.

I have such mixed feelings about Code Geass' treatment of Euphemia. In so many ways, she felt like one of the "realest" characters to me. On the surface, she has all the trappings of the naive, sweet ingenue. And she is naive and sweet to a fault, but she's also so much more. She has incredible emotional intelligence. She is not afraid to put herself in real danger for what she believes in, and it she's not just some silly young girl who is too sheltered to know bad things could really happen to her. Multiple of her siblings have been killed in this conflict! She nearly watched her sister die on the battlefield! She knows what could happen to her. And, at the same time, she is also a sensitive teenage girl struggling with insecurity and loneliness. Nobody around her takes her seriously or recognizes her strengths.

It felt like they gave her so much dimension and then never really gave her the space in the story to fully explore all of it, to let her bloom into a full character. For all her complexity, she never quite escaped the fate of being used as a plot device. I wanted to, at the very least, give her final fate back to her. Make it part of her story. Not just a clumsy plot twist that creates shock value for the audience, guilt for Lelouch, and rage for Suzaku. (I consider it the sacred duty of a fanfic author to pull women out of refrigerators.)

Cornelia got the same treatment, arguably with even less insight. There were so many hints at complexity with her, but she was too relegated to the supporting cast of someone else's story for any of that to ever pay off in a satisfying way. What happens to her sister drives her - this woman whose entire identity was wrapped up in her station and her empire - to abandon both. Because she was a sister before she was a princess or a general. But we never get that story at all - only little glimpses of it whenever she happens to cross paths again with the main characters.

I am truly honored to hear that the life I have worked to breathe into these characters has helped bring them more to life for you. That small introductions like Evelyn and Matiu have made their impact. Because these characters carry a lot of weight. About what it means to be a woman in the Britannian royal family, to be one of many wives, to be a mother of daughters. About what it means to be a subject living under the Britannian boot, still trying to find hope for the future for one's children (and how an observant, sensitive girl like Euphie never even had to leave her own home, let alone the imperial core, to begin realizing and hating the ways she was unwittingly complicit in this web of suffering and oppression).

"Or how the Tigress has a softer, more flowery feel with a bit of edge and suffering in the cracks, while When You Lie Howling has a very brutal, hardened feel with occasional flowers growing in the crevices."

This is so what I was going for, and I'm thrilled that it came across so clearly. The way both of these women have suffered, and while Cornelia responded by becoming harder, Euphie responded by becoming softer. And how Cornelia believed that she could shield Euphie by making herself tough and standing between her and the realities of the world. But, all the while, those realities still got through, and Euphemia handled them in her own way. And then the lingering question of, did it make a difference in the end? Was the net result good or bad, or did it matter at all? And what comes next?

I have toyed with the idea of adding more works to this series because there are still so many corners I want to shine a light one, and knowing someone is listening makes me think it might be worth the effort after all.

[red-signal]

hello, mechanisms enjoyer. who is your favourite mechanism. what is your favourite album. what is your favourite song. what is your favourite photo. do you have a favourite live recording/have you been to a live show.

also uh. holy cannoli. is that. is that a brian david gilbert reference. I feel like that’s a thing from one of his videos

HI !!!

OK SO I RLLY LIKE RAPHAELLA LA COGNIZI AND IVY ALEXANDRIA BECAUSE SPACE PIRATE NERDS <3 BUT THE TOY SOLDIER BECASUE ACTUALLY I DONT KNOW WHY I LIKE IT SO MUCH BUT I LOVE IT SM FOREVER

UHHHHH EITHER HNOC OR TBI IT FLUNCTUATES

UHMMMMMMMM ALL OF THEM I KEEP FINDING NEW ONES

NO I HONESTLY CANT DECIDE :[ AND NO I ONLY LEARNED ABOUT THEM EARLIER THIS YEAR FROM MY AMAZING ADORABLE QPP

SPEAKING OF MY AMAZING ADORABLE QPP WING GOES BY MULTIPLE NAMES INKLUDING 'NOLI' SO I MADE A SILLY JOKE

[sw33t-oubliette]

sorry if i asked already my memory has been all 📉 lately but where did u get the name noli from ? assuming it isnt short for holy canoli cuz even tho u are holy you took a while to understand my joke a few days ago so . yeag . actually what even is canoli is it a type of pasta

if i put u in a can you would be holy canned noli

the 👆👍

[seikilos-stele]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by: @spicedrobot

The Cardassian labor camp at Lazon II had been abandoned, but the prisoners were still there. -- Odysseus to Telemachus, a TNG fic about Kyle Riker and Thomas Riker

“You’re certain?” Captain Picard asked. -- Noli Me Tangere // Touch Me Not, a Riker-centric whump fic with @beebee-76

It was their first formal banquet together as a couple, and Worf was still stinging about the fact that he had to wear a dress. -- Five Times Riker Staked His Claim, a Worf/Troi/Riker threesome fic.

“Drink!” Alex said. -- In Your Teeth, a Gargoyles multichap written with NadiaYar

His dad built their log cabin in Alaska by hand. -- Fathers and Sons, a Wesley Crusher & Will Riker genfic.

“My mother’s not like me,” Deanna said with a wrinkling of the nose. -- Two Halves, One Soul, a T4T Riker/Troi fic.

She plucks a flea from the nuncio’s leg hair, and when she squishes it between her fingers, holy Roman blood trickles down her palm. -- A Surgeon's Work, a Benedetta/Bartolomea fic.

Her first time is age fourteen, with a stud from high school who wears her hair cropped short and smells like men’s body spray. -- An Adelaide/Red fic for Jordan Peele's Us.

It was called a ‘salting’ — a low spot on the island where salt deposits had washed in from the sea. -- His Heart in Hiding, a Holmes/Watson fic that takes place during WWI.

The Borg implants were gone, but they still stung. Troi could tell — not just through empathy, but from the way Picard kept hunching his shoulders on the bridge, the twinge of facial muscles as he fought the urge to rub his shoulder against his cheek and grind the pain away. -- Nothing Heavier, a multichap Riker/Picard/Troi fic.

There we go :D not exactly my last ten fics in proper order, but the last ten that I really like!

Tagging: @beebee-76 @coruscantiscribbler @contentment-of-cats