#Virtus god

[tinnedmarlin]

they’re turning the archangels woke

[dangocheeked]

2023.10.31 ☆ happy birthday, wei wuxian!

[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

wow happy christmas. christmas huh. this is just like act 3 of pentiment where everyone gathered to celebrate christmas at the inn and alexander and kazimierz played music and sang a christmas song for everyone haha omg christmas. just like in the scene of my favourite characters from hit game pentiment by obsidian entertainment 50% off on steam via the winter sale that did i mention, features my favourite musician/meistersinger duo kazimierz wierzbięta and alexander rappolt wow i cant believe it's christmas in the flesh

[kagoutiss]

din’s champion

[ffc1cb]

played thru all of zero escape games recently... it was an experience

[sinlizards]

sigma absent father speedrun any%

[cinnaprince]

recently finished playing 999

[theoihalioistuff]

The ways Zeus is characterised in ancient sources is ~ fascinating ~ to me.

The overbearing patriarch of the Iliad who keeps his godly family in check with constant threats of abuse and domestic violence. The conciliatory diplomat of the Odyssey, acquiescent to the desires and honours of his fellow deities. The ideal king of the Theogony, commonly elected, virtuous alloter of good and evil. The frightened tyrant, the cruel tormentor of Prometheus Bound. The all-encompassing orphic entity, who swallowed down and brought forth and is the entirety of the cosmos. The enigmatic, ambivalent, and sometimes undignified figure who refuses to appear on stage. The embodiment of righteousness, of majesty, the ultimate good, the promoter and dispenser of justice, the adulterer, the rapist, the upholder of oaths who perjures himself in the name of "love".

Above all the mastermind, the constant plotter, whose plan and will [Διὸς βουλή] permeate greek literature from epic to philosophy, whether it be synonymous with fate or not.

This is why I generally dislike simplistic takes on him. Sure, almost any way you choose to characterise him will probably have a sourced basis, his multifaceted "identity" almost guarantees it. But the massive loss of complexity is so disappointing imo.

[taylor-titmouse]

Ngl I love the whole thing of Gundrid being very scary and powerful in his first story but then it turns out he's just a spoiled daddies boy who is only saved from getting his ass kicked by not having anyone in his weight class nearby I loved that one drawing of Wakatake getting his ass

same lol. he wasn't written with that in mind in the first book--he was supposed to be a real threat, but i couldn't help myself making him a cute loser when it came time to write his POV.

this drawing was fun

[trans-yllz]

lan wangji and jiang chengs combined approach to Whatever The Hell Is Going On With Wei Wuxian is so so bad for him in this arc. lan wangji, who is practical and righteous and principled to a fault, who sees the world in black and white, seeking to remind wei wuxian at every turn that he's doing something wrong, that resentment will harm him. he takes every opportunity he can to try and convince wei wuxian to return to standard cultivation, to criticize his methods. because he doesn't know how to say that he's worried and scared, that he wants to help, so he tries to spit information wei wuxian already knows at him to see if it sticks

and jiang cheng, who cares so much about his family but was never taught affection, who clings to the status quo because it keeps him safe, completely ignoring that anything is wrong in the same moment that he's constantly pestering wei wuxian for acting strangely. he brings up suibian casually as if he really thinks wei wuxian will use it, acts like everything is normal and then is surprised when it's not. because he doesn't know how to reach out, to be tender, all he knows how to do is try to force things back together and get angry when they break

and they both care so much about wei wuxian but they're so bad at expressing their worry and their fear and their love that they are Actively making his mental state worse

[witchofthesouls]

The image of the false prophet haunts us all

OHHHHHHHHHH, what a title!

One, TFP canon compliant exploration of Alpha Trion and why he kept himself buried in the Archives - the reasons and motivatiors as he's the last of the Guiding Hand with Prima's death and Alchemist's disappearance along with his Primal Artifact that allows him glimpses of the future and the multiverse. He tried calling on Vector, and his brother only sent him the very insignia that would come to represent the Autobots.

Two, Bayverse fic that focuses on Sentinel Prime's ascension to a new Prime and what drove him to become the mech in the films. After the death of Zeta, his own position became unstable with only Star Saber as his Lord Protector. The foundlings that would eventually become Optimus and Megatron had sparked hope, but a nearly successful assassination attempt had gotten him. Only Star Saber sacrificed himself to ensure the Sentinel's spark didn't gutter out. The catch: Star Saber and Sentinel had melded together, and the zealot that left a huge imprint of what a Prime was meant to be. And it cements canon events. Any personality changes were thought to be a trauma response as, once again, Sentinel Prime stood alone.

Three, TFP fic that focuses on Soundwave in the Shadowzone. Delves deep into the life of the gladiatorial clades and the motivations that drove him to serve faithfully to Megatron. He talks to the 'ghosts' of Ravage, Frenzy and Rumble, and a few other mecha that shaped his outlook in his youth.

Four, is a messy crossover between TFP and One. (Messy because I haven't seen the film, but my boy Megatonus Prime didn't Fall?! Oh, I'm interested!) Specifically, Other!TFP AUs were a cyberized June Darby who ascended to the Primacy as Nemesis Prime because of the Fallen (like directly taking his mantle in burn your sins and wash away your virtues or as a direct descendant) had summoned into Transformers One verse. Go forth, Juno Nemesis, and execute Sentinel and devour the Quintessons! Get yourself a bladed staff!

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[miniagula]

psyche and medea's relationship drives me NUTS they saw the best and worst parts and learned from each other, and both of them come to the same conclusion of if there's only one person on your side, let it be me and it makes me GENUINELY ill

[ccbatman]

what if i said hal's mom called him "hally" specifically as a play on halley's comet, huh. what if i said she did that because she knew no matter how far he went, he'd always come back to her, hm. what then.

[divine--intervention]

NEW OC, THIS IS ERIAN

[robertseanleonardthinker]

guys. can anybody hear me. for the love of god.

(the calendar - panic at the disco)