#Rise Cornelia

[syraka]

She was so cute in Rise... The perfect chimpanzee.

Then they gave her a botched plastic operation...

Cornelia in Rise deserves the entire world I don't make the rules

[blogthebooklover]

Somewhere In Ape Heaven

Koba: I knew it, that Noa was a trouble maker from the start! Rocket: Don't look at me, Koba. He gets it from Caesar. Maurice: He was only trying to his clan back home safely Bad Ape: If other apes find out Noa protect a human female, they will shun and exile him. Cornelia: Not to mention he won't have a mate or a clan of his own. Koba: No, your great grandson had to FALL IN LOVE WITH A HUMAN! Caesar: (secretly enjoying the fact Noa chooses a human, but must keep up appearances even in the afterlife) NO! Everyone & Nova: (stares at him in surprise)

[ape-apocalypse]

A Tribute To The Ape Moms Of The Reboot Series For Mother’s Day

Bright Eyes, mother of Caesar who fiercely defended her newborn son and gave her life trying to return to him

Cornelia, mother of Blue Eyes and Cornelius who cared for the sick and injured apes of Caesar’s clan, as well as being the queen and partner to the infamous chimp who saved them all

And now Dar, mother of Noa who is a valued teacher to all the little babies of the Eagle Clan while still guiding her own grown son on his journey

[gamelpar]

so since Caesar was raised by humans it means he has no idea how apes do some things and it cracks me up thinking of him as the most oblivious bloke whenever cornelia would flirt with him

cornelia: *making lovey dovey eyes at caesar* *shares food with him* *sits with him in the evening and helps groom him etc*

caesar, confused but appreciated: hello yes thank you :)

caesar, later: idk she isnt as mean to me anymore and shares her food with me and sits with me in the evenings and we groom each other so maybe she kinda likes me?

rocket, suffering secondhand embarrassment and exasperation of watching Caesar's total obliviousness to Cornelia's flirting for the last two weeks and is about to burst a vein: yeah caesar maybe she does

and like i mentioned earlier that blue eyes inherited his father's dense mind of course so does cornelius. so years down the line Cornelius is an adolescent and has perfected the art of not taking a hint whenever some ape is flirting with him

rocket, watching with tears in his eyes as cornelius fails to take a hint for the umpteenth time: oh caesar it's like you're right here with us. you and your lineage of stupid

[lunasdestiny]

what a power couple

[pink-writer-girl]

Happy Mother's Day to the mothers of the fandom, who greatly influenced it and kindness, love, and patience who helped create great bonds

[crossoverheaven]

[loverwalk]

yesterday at a second hand book store i spotted the book Inkheart and proceeded to rant to my bf about how those books were one of my first true special interests and i wrote letters to cornelia funke (i never sent them but they were so long and full of so much emotion lol) telling her how much i loved her & her series. anyway fast forward to today and i just found out she’s releasing a new book??? in the series??? i’m losing my mind over this????

[bawkrya]

The Stone Guardians of the Lepisma Clan.

The Lepisma Clan is an Obelisk clan discovered underneath the Scarred Wasteland, at around the same time others of the same breed were discovered in Dragonhome. These Obelisk aren't to the same standards of those in Dragonhome, with most being "stuck" in their statue-like state and unable to become completely mobile. The Stone Guardians are a prime example of this-- but despite them seemingly being unable to move, they are among the most dangerous of the Clan, hence them being given the Guardian position.

These Guardians never leave their posts, given they don't need any form of food or water, and stand guard at every hour of the day. When members of the Lucilia attempted to approach these guards, most were injured upon reaching a certain radius, and unfortunately, one researcher who persisted ended up being fatally wounded. For those who spectated, there was no movement from the Guardians themselves and no traceable magic being put in use.

Having to abandon the deceased for their own safety, the Lucilia have stopped trying to directly interact with the Lepisma out of respect for their want to be left alone. Though, they still keep watch. It seems the Lepisma is all too aware of this, as the deceased's body was recently returned as a form of 'Warning' to the Lucilia researchers, months after the initial attempt at interaction. The body is still in the same state it had been left in, yet there are no traces of magic, or any other form of embalming, used on the body to preserve it.

[mycastlecrumbl]

this took an emotionally devastating turn that im still reeling from

[gamelpar]

Cornelia's death in the early script of Rise of the Planet of the Apes

(um OUCH)

[lunasdestiny]

Reading the POTA novels and im having a blast

[dustnox]

CORNELIA!!!!!

[syraka]

The sexism in this movies is so sad... I'm not sure if sexism is the right word but that's the best term I have. I don't even think these movies pass the Bechdel test !

And the worst is that because they are chimps, I thought it was normal ! When it's not !

In real life, it's the female who take the important decisions. If the Alpha male don't have their support, he's not an alpha male. Period. If the female can make this kind of decision, why are they almost inexistant ?

Ps: What the heck happened to her face in Dawn ? She had such a lovely face in the first movie. And then, she looks like... I don't know how to put it but the best comparaison I can make is an old grandma house wife who have absolutely no control on the situation...

Pictured above is a scene cut from Rise, which features Caeser interacting with his future wife Cornelia. While it is not available in the DVD’s, you can see glimpses of it in the Rise of the Planet of the Apes trailers. Here it seems Caeser discovers Cornelia was infected with the ALZ113 while breaking out the chimps from Gen-Sys Labratories

[death---dealer]

I s2g if you give me anything Caesar I will love you forever 🙏🏻

*Stumbles as thousands of Caesar pics fall out of my trench coat* Listen - Shit - I can explain, This is just a small little blurb. I have another Caesar request I'm working on that'll be longer!

Title: Phoenix. Fandom: Planet of the Apes. Pairing: Heavily Implied! Caesar x Human ! Reader. Words: 1.8K+ Rating: K. ( Tiny mention of blood, but other than that, fluffy introspective. ) Summary: **Below is set in an AU - Cornelia passed away due to complications from childbirth after Blue Eyes was born. This is happening during the events of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes.** You were chosen to help Caesar put his war paint on. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻

It was very apparent that you didn't know how to hold your body when you were with him, Caesar huffed out a small laugh at that. After all this time, he still made you sweat to the point where he could smell the nerves radiating off you in fragrant waves. Caesar had watched with deathly silent observance the shift of your weight from one side to the other in front of him, perched on a rock to give you enough of a boost to be face to face with him as he propped himself to sit straight. Almost straight as a pin, you thought to yourself and wondered vaguely if it was really comfortable for him. If he had evolved for it to be comfortable. Before the Rise, Chimpanzees were able to walk upright, but never did for extended periods of time, their spines more curved and adapted to move quickly on all fours. But Caesar--- You have a small pause as your fingers dipped into a crudely sculpted bowl to your right, coating your fingertips with a white, chalky like substance. He held himself with such confidence, an air of arrogance but you doubted that that’s how he intended it to be interpreted. He had to have known how he looked to his fellow Apes, it was obvious in how they talked to him, how he interacted with them, even his own son. But, you asked in your mind if he knew that humans, at least the handful that had seen him in such close proximity, thought similarly. You scoffed to yourself, raising your hand and taking a deep breath in as your hand was quick to draw a line of white against the side of the Chimps face. He reacted only slightly. If he was pleased being touched, he never showed it in moments like this as you began to intricately trace his war paint. You started with his cheeks, figuring it was the largest bit of the canvas. Or maybe you were being biased in this entire situation. It would be impossible not to, having the intimate bond with Caesar that you did. Not mates, you were convinced of that. Caesar never brought it up, never asked if you cared to be, if you liked to be. That was a mixed bag in itself, the reaction from his Colony might not be so accepting of Caesar’s bond with a human, especially when compared to the previously loved and adored Cornelia, You were just an outlet for Caesar who craved here and there the intricacy of human interaction as opposed to Ape. 

Your hand swept upwards after re-applying a dabble of the white makeshift paint to your fingertips. Caesar was silent as his green eyes dug holes into your own, so human-like, so entrancing that you felt he could grab your hips and pull you into him,  just consume your entire being and you would allow it to happen with such gratefulness. There was a brief second where the corner of Caesar’s lip jolted, like a fleeting thought of something good passed through him before he slid his eyelids shut, allowing your gentle touch around the bridge of his brows and eye sockets. He wasn’t going to smile, you told yourself over and over, it was most likely a reaction to you touching his face. An involuntary twitch.

You swished your hand upwards into the line of his fur, tapering the white paint off in a flutter.  His fur was thicker at this time of year than during the spring and summer months, you noticed. You didn't dwindle there too long despite the growing urge to just grasp a handful of his fur to gloat to others that you had taken initiative for your own selfish fantasies. Uncomfortable again at the fastened sensation resting in the tail of your spine from the intimate nature of the situation, your eyes peered at his broad chest.

With three fingers now splattered with white, you draped coordinating lines along his collar bones, the first set of mirror lines reaching from the middle of his sternum all the way to the end of the shoulder. His fur wasn't rough like you had anticipated, in fact, it was… Hot. Smooth under the paint as it bunched together here and there as you traced what looked like bones down his chest. You only fleetingly placed a touch on his scar, feeling the dip of your touch when you went from fur to bare skin and then back to fur again. How easy it would be to just… Dig your fingers in… Swallowing hard, you admired your work pensively to keep your train of thought from derailing further and nodded in meager self-satisfaction. Caesar was still unmoving in front of you, almost getting a full face of hair as you had moved to give him the last set to complete his ceremonial rib cage. He wasn’t breathing; he couldn’t allow himself that pleasure, feeling that your smell so near to him could cause a snap. He did exhale though, feeling the thrust of your fingers against his diaphragm. Wiping your fingers on a damp cloth, you drew a deep breath into your lungs. Caesar watched that, how expanded your ribs got when you breathed in and how they deflated, almost in haste as you shifted attention to the bowl with red in it. Green and golden orbs found yours again and your heart jolted in your chest. The deep intensity of his stare always left you feeling weak in the knees and you were incredibly grateful to be sitting. You knew what was next. Caesar knew what was next. You had studied the last few times, Lake working the paint to Caesar’s face. How she applied, how Caesar preferred it to look. Finally, it was your turn. And while you thought Lake would assist, giving you advice as she watched you do it, you found yourself alone with the Ape King. Better to just rip the metaphorical band-aid off. 

The red was thicker than the white. Where the white was chalky in nature and would surely only stick to the places on Caesar’s face with deep wrinkles, the red felt goopy. Almost like actual blood, you thought to yourself and felt it trickling down your fingers, tracing the lines on your palm. Caesar closed his eyes again. Two fingers, pointer and middle, pressed to his fur line on his head and trailed down, splattering color onto the otherwise monotone Chimp. You stopped before hitting his nose, taking a few seconds to stab two adjacent lines right at his nose. One shooting off to the left and one to the right, looking like an upside down arrow. Your fingers cupped more red, more than you probably needed. Scarlet droplets hit the ground between you as your fingers finally landed on his sternum itself. The bone was hard under a layer of muscle. It often slipped your mind just how muscular Caesar was. He wasn’t bulky, but dear lord, he surely had lean muscles that served him well. Stopping a few inches downwards, your fingers shook. 

‘Cold.’ Caesar must have seen your hand shivering. He didn't speak and you wished deep down that he had. Something about the coarse nature of his voice, laxed from years of not verbalizing, made you feel that guilt-ridden bile in your stomach. 

“No,” You said with a forced smile, hating to hear the reverb of your voice. “Nervous. Want to make sure you look good.”

Caesar chortled at that. It was a laugh, sarcastic. ‘Always look good.’ 

Rolling your eyes at that, you realized that he was trying to calm you down. He had a strange way around it, often relying on his knowledge of human emotions to do just that. It varied, but in experience, joking and being sarcastic was a good way to get them to trust him. If they could see themselves in Caesar, they were more likely to be accommodating and listen to what he had to say. It was a funny way of analysation and when you first met him, it impressed you that he possessed such a quality. 

“I need to finish your face,” You whispered this time, Caesar watching your mouth form words so delicately. “Don’t move.”

He wouldn’t think of it. A tinge of pink still lingered on your fingers as you raised them, now four of them pressing to his mouth. Actually, a centimeter or so above his top lip. He pressed them together, silently eager to know what it was going to feel like. If your touches in other ways would feel similar. He’d think about it alone, perhaps when he returned. Tickling your fingers down, You were slow, obsessing over how your fingers felt against him, knowing he could bite all your fingers off here if he chose. You were so focused on getting the paint right that you were oblivious how he looked at you. Tracing his gaze along your face, admiring the tiny freckles that speckled around, only noticeable once close to you, the flick of your lips as you muttered to yourself.

It was a dragging movement you set forward, catching his bottom lip and pulling it enough for you to see his teeth for a split second before his lip bounced back to normalcy and Caesar went back to his regular gruff and flat expression. You pressed pink and took away some white to give Caesar the appearance of a skull mask. Holding his face for a brief moment, grasp on his chin, Caesar furrowed his brow at your action. Fur tickled your fingertips, you wanted nothing more than to continue moving your hand downwards. To scape it across his chest, destroy the paint you just put on him. Smearing over your own body. 

“You better not ruin my piece of art.” You shook yourself out of your own thoughts, snapping your hand back just as quickly as you decided to actually hold him. Clearing your throat, you hoped he didn't mention you lingering. You knew he noticed and now, all Caesar got was another awkward smile from you, Knees rubbed together for a second before you decided to occupy yourself with cleaning up. “Hm…” He muttered, perking up at the sound of clay clanking against each other as you stacked the paint bowls. Eyes were burning into your back, you felt them as you shuffled across the cave to put your things away. “Cannot help it… if it rains.”

A small laugh left your lips at that as you looked over your shoulder at him. The vibration of his voice rocketed through you and it felt strange that your legs were unable to move. He picked his body up, now shifting to his assortment of weapons. So broadening in nature, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that he was the King.  

“Course not.” You laughed again, drawing your bottom lip in, hoping to yourself in secrecy that he’d ask you to help clean himself up when he returned. “Can’t help that at all…”