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[the-red-mafia]

The Illusions

Velvet has a plan to get the rest of the mafia back from the grasp of the carnival. A plan that involves a certain teenage thief who is currently being impersonated. Will Diamonds believe them, and will it work? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 3887

Immediately after “The Carnival”

“Where did you say this room was?” Mad asked. Rhyme and it had been walking around the park for nearly twenty minutes with no sign of stopping. Rhyme looked just as confused as Mad felt. 

“I could’ve sworn it was right around here.” 

“Maybe there was something for the fence in the room you found me in?”

“No, I already checked there.” 

“I don’t know then-”

“Mad!” Rhyme let out a loud groan as they turned to see Velvet Bolton walking their way. The assassin glared at Rhyme as they stopped right in front of the two of them.

“Oh great, she’s back,” Rhyme muttered. Velvet ignored him and looked at Mad.

“I need your phone.”

“Why?” 

“I just need it. If you don’t want to be involved in the mission, you don’t get to ask questions.” Mad sighed and slowly pulled the device out of its pocket. Rhyme gave Velvet a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything. Before Mad could speak, the teen snatched it out of their hands. 

“Rude,” Rhyme mumbled. Velvet glared at her one last time before turning on their heel and walking away from them. 

“Uh-” Mad tried to say, but the teen had already turned a corner, “Guess I don’t get my phone then.”

“Aren’t you a robot?” Rhyme asked, “Why do you even need a phone?” Mad shrugged. 

“Velvet gave every one of the mafia members one so it felt rude not to use it.”

“You went out of your way not to be rude to them? What a mistake.” Mad’s screen went blank. Rhyme looked at them but didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned around towards the way they came. 

“Let’s go back to the fence. Maybe there’s a way we can propel ourselves over?”

“...maybe.”

Velvet got lucky that Mad didn’t have a passcode on its phone. It made sense, considering all they ever used it for was texting Rhyme. They quickly found their way to the phone app and pressed the contact labelled “Diamond emoji”. Peeking their head around the corner again, they watched Mad and ‘Rhyme’ as the phone rang. Nothing. ‘Rhyme’ didn’t even flinch, let alone reach for his phone. Velvet smiled. 

“I fucking knew it,” she mumbled, “Now I’ve gotta-”

“Hey Mad, what’s up?” Velvet jumped slightly as Rhyme’s voice came through the phone.

“Holy fucking shit- Uh-” 

“Wait a fucking second, Bolton? How’d you get Mad’s phone?” The teen froze and stared at the screen.

“I’m just borrowing its phone and accidentally hit your contact. Who would’ve thought the diamond emoji was you.” 

“Anyone.”

“...yeah. That was a lie.”

“Where’s Mad?” Velvet looked around the corner again but the droid was gone.

“So this is going to sound fucking crazy-”

“Mad’s being led around by some fake version of me so you grabbed its phone to check if that was me but didn’t expect me to actually answer?” 

“How did you-”

“Was just a guess,” the thief said, laughing, “Surprised I was right. Anyways, send me the coords. I’ll be there soon.” Velvet stared at the phone.

“Listen, Diamonds-”

“Mad’s in danger, right?” 

“Yes.”

“Then I’m coming to help. Also, I want to beat the fuck out of someone who thinks they can impersonate me. I’m one of a kind, you know.” 

“...I think we’re going to get along much better than I thought we would.”

Thorn angled their body under Iris’s so that the girl didn’t hit anything when they fell. As his view cleared, however, he saw the girl had disappeared. Thorn’s back slammed onto something metal, causing them to let out a loud shriek. A laugh echoed around it as the teen quickly sat up. Any essence of the fun, family-friendly carnival were completely gone from aer surroundings, instead replaced by some kind of lab. Various equipment lined the walls, from computers to things Thorn couldn’t recognize.

“What…” As he began to look around, a loud whooshing sound came from above his head. They quickly caught Maroon, who came falling from the sky. Maroon let out a quiet scream before looking up at Thorn.

“Where…are we?” the younger teen asked as Thorn put them on their feet. They reached forward to touch the bars of the cage they were in.

“I’m not sure.”

“Where’s Iris?” 

“Over here, Mar-Mar!” the little girl’s voice shouted. She was outside the cage and on the floor, looking up at them. Thorn’s eyes widened.

“Iris!” The girl waved at him and giggled.

“This is a weird place,” she said, looking around. 

“Iris, is there anything around you that could let us out?” 

“Why is she outside the cage?” Maroon wondered out loud. Thorn shook its head.

“That’s not important right now.”

“Oh, I think this is something!” Iris called out. She pointed towards a panel with a large red button sitting on it. Half the panel was torn up, revealing hundreds of wires and other technology underneath it.

“Imma press it.”

“Please be careful, Iris,” Thorn said. The girl turned back and smiled at him before approaching the panel. As soon as her hand touched the button, she let out a bone-chilling scream. Her body twisted, her hair standing up on top of her head. Maroon quickly closed their eyes and put their hands on their ears in an attempt to block out the shrieks. 

“Iris!” Thorn grabbed onto the bars of the cage, staring at aer sister. A few seconds later, the screaming stopped. The girl’s body fell to the black–tiled ground with a loud thud that echoed around the room. Thorn stared at its sister’s corpse, a few tears beginning to run down its face. The same laugh returned and grew closer as Thorn collapsed to the floor of the cage. Maroon finally opened their eyes again and looked down at their friend.

“Thorn-” They joined him on the ground, quickly wrapping their arms around him. The older teen pressed their face into their chest as quiet sobs forced their way out of their mouth. 

“Oh, this is the hardest I’ve laughed all week,” a voice called out. Maroon looked up to see a teenager floating outside of the cage. They jumped slightly and moved Thorn away from the wall. The boy laughed again. His icy blue eyes seemed to stare into Maroon’s soul as he looked at them and Thorn. 

“Who are you?” Maroon demanded, “And what did you do to Iris?” The teen laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. 

“Ah, right. I never introduced myself, how rude of me.” The teen bowed, a smirk on his face.

“I’m Aeger, god of illusions. It’s nice to meet you, Maroon Pembrooke.”

“Wait, Caran! You’re gonna trip!” The 13-year-old turned around to look at Solana before falling flat on his back. The elf stifled a laugh, extending an arm to the teen. 

“Ow.”

“That’s why we look where we’re going. Did you learn nothing?” Caran chuckled and took Solana’s hand.

“Guess I didn’t, ha.” Solana pulled him up to his feet. People streamed by them on the pathway out from the food court. One of them, a middle-aged man, ran into Solana. 

“Oh, I’m sorry-” Solana began, turning to look at him. He glared at her.

“Get out of the way, asshole. Some people are trying to get places.” He stormed off into the food court as Solana let out a chuckle. 

“Some people, am I-” Solana stopped mid-sentence when he looked down at Caran. He wasn’t looking at them anymore, instead staring into the nearby shopping district near the park entrance. The elf followed his gaze and locked eyes on Velvet standing near one of the store entrances.

“That’s where she disappeared to,” Solana breathed, “Come on, Caran. Let’s go talk to them.”

“No.” Solana raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Look.” She turned back to Velvet, who was now joined by Diamonds. The thief had changed his outfit to a black leather jacket adorned with sparkly jewels along the hems. Her hair featured purple tips, as opposed to the blue ones she had before.

“Wait, Diamonds?” the elf mumbled, “I thought they hated each other. And what happened to his hair?” Caran quickly gripped Solana’s wrist and pulled her out of the pathway. Once they reached the grass, the teen pushed him to the ground.

“Caran, what the hell?” Solana shouted. Caran kneeled over them, a look of disgust on his face. With one punch, the elf was knocked out cold. 

Velvet met Rhyme at the carnival entrance when he got there. They had walked past the fake ‘Rhyme’ and Mad a few times, but it seemed like ‘Rhyme’ was dragging them on a wild goose chase. Mad’s screen had been blank every time the assassin saw them despite being with their friend. 

Hopefully, that means it’ll be easier to bring them back to reality, Velvet thought, leaning against a wall in the shopping district, Still no sign of the others, though. Where…

“‘Sup, Bolton.” Velvet jumped slightly and looked towards her left, where Rhyme suddenly appeared. He was wearing a different outfit from ‘Rhyme’, but somehow it was even more extravagant. She was dressed in all black with bright, sparkling diamonds lining each of the hems. His makeup matched the gems, his face covered in glitter and his eyeshadow a bright white. 

“Oh gods, you’re like a fucking disco ball,” Velvet muttered, covering her eyes. Rhyme laughed. 

“Thanks, I try.” Velvet stood up from the wall.

“Come on, I’ll catch you up.”

Once Rhyme was fully briefed on the situation, and got a churro, the two of them hunted down Mad and ‘Rhyme’. They found them outside of the blue building again, staring at the now-locked door they had come out of. ‘Rhyme’ kept trying to pull Mad back to the fence but the robot didn’t let him. Velvet smirked.

“That illusion is just fucking it up for herself,” she said, turning back around the corner. 

“Alright then, I’ll go talk to them.” Rhyme took a step out from the corner and began to walk towards the two of them. Velvet quickly followed and stepped in front of him.

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m going to talk to Mad. Duh.”

“No- ugh,” Velvet ran a hand through their hair, “You can’t just barge in-”

“Velvet, what are you doing?” The teen spun around, seeing Mad right behind them. ‘Rhyme’ was close behind it and glared at her as he approached. 

“Mission stuff.”

“Who are you even talking to?” Velvet felt the actual Rhyme move and jump out from behind them. The thief threw up jazz hands and smirked. 

“Tada!” she said. Mad froze in place and ‘Rhyme’’s eyes widened. Velvet, on the other hand, facepalmed.

“You are such a fucking show off.”

“...Rhyme?” Mad asked, looking back at the illusion, “But-” 

“There’s an illusionist,” Rhyme clarified, stepping forward and slinging an arm around the robot, “Something something kidnapping your friends. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really pay attention when Bolton explained what was going on.”

“Why do I even fucking try at this point,” Velvet mumbled. ‘Rhyme’ took a step back, but Velvet quickly moved to block her exit.

“Going somewhere, illusion?” ‘Rhyme’ stared at her for several seconds before he broke out into laughter. Velvet raised an eyebrow, resting their right hand inside their side bag. 

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t recognize you at first,” the illusions said, slowly morphing into a pile of grey sludge, “That was my bad. I should’ve given you a more…fitting welcome, Metus.” The sludge solidified into a teenager, specifically the teen boy that had bothered her in the ticket line. Velvet took a step back and grabbed onto one of the throwing knives inside their bag but kept their hand inside. The teen laughed again but stopped when Rhyme pressed a small gun to his head.

“How about I welcome you to hell?”

“Don’t shoot, it’s just an illusion. You’ll alert guards as to what’s happening,” Velvet mumbled. Rhyme met their eyes and nodded, but didn’t move the gun. 

“Who are you?” The assassin asked, staring into the teen’s eyes. He placed a hand over his heart and gasped.

“I would never! You don’t even recognize me? Surely you’ve at least heard of me.” 

“What’s your name, then?” 

“Aeger. Our names are both Latin, you know. Guess that gives us a bond, huh Metus? Why don’t you come have a chat with me, one on one? I still haven’t gotten your number, you know. Basement of that blue building there.” Velvet chuckled and drew the knife from their bag.

“The fact that you know that name, sickness,” the assassin muttered, taking a step forward, “Although plague would be a better way to describe you, Aeger.” Rhyme gave Velvet a curious look while Mad stood watching the scene with its screen blank. Rhyme leaned a little towards Mad.

“Do you have…any idea what’s going on?” 

“...Not at all.”

“But you knowing that name tells me two things. Firstly,” Velvet held the knife against his throat, causing the illusion to flinch slightly, “it tells me exactly who, or rather what, you are. And secondly, that you know exactly what I’m capable of.” Velvet quickly slid the knife across the illusions neck. It returned back to the grey sludge before disappearing into thin air. Rhyme lowered her gun as Velvet slid the knife back into the bag. 

“What was that?” Mad asked, crossing their arms. Velvet shrugged. 

“Intimidation.”

“What did he call you, ‘Metus’? What the hell does that mean?” The teen smirked as Rhyme finished his sentence.

“Fear. How do you two feel about helping me kill a god?” 

Aeger was giggly when he walked back into the laboratory. Thorn glared down at him, dried tears stuck to his cheeks. Maroon sat next to it and Solana next to them, still holding a hand to her pounding head. He clasped his hands together and looked up at the cage, which was now floating over a hole in the ground that opened to some kind of green, acid-like liquid. 

“Today is my lucky day,” he said, smiling, “Once I get ahold of Metus…ohhh I’ll have so much power!” 

“Who the fuck is Metus?” Thorn mumbled. Maroon shook their head.

“I have no idea.”

“It’s Velvet,” Solana said, crossing his arms, “It’s a codename they used on missions for Zaeor before the mafia was formed.” Thorn looked toward the elf.

“And you know this how?” 

“It came up during the Yuo mission.” 

“Yuo?” Aeger said suddenly, floating up to the cage, “You knew Yuo?” 

“You knew Yuo?” Solana replied, glaring at the god. Aeger laughed. 

“Of course I do. Do you take me for some kind of immortal shut-in?”

“You’re a fake god, aren’t you?” Maroon chimed in, drawing Aeger’s attention towards them, “Yuo was too, right?” The god’s face went blank and he sent a glare towards the younger teen. In a blink of an eye, Maroon was floating outside of the cage a metre above the acid pool. They let out a shriek and looked up at Aeger, who had a fiery anger hidden behind his blue eyes. 

“Put them down!” Thorn shouted, standing up and grabbing the bars of the cage. Solana also stood and looked out. Aeger looked up at Thorn and then back at Maroon. 

“I should drop you into the acid for that comment, mortal,” Aeger hissed, flying closer to Maroon, “In fact-”

“Aeger!” 

All eyes in the room turned to the entrance. Maroon’s eyes widened when they saw Velvet step into the greenish light let off by the numerous machines. One of their hands sat inside their bag as they stopped just inside the door. Aeger smiled and snapped his fingers, teleporting Maroon back into the cage. Thorn grabbed them and set them on the ground.

“Why hello there,” the god said, landing on the floor and walking towards Velvet, “We meet again.”

“So we do.”

“Why don’t we try this again?” he muttered, stopping in front of her, “Since we both know who we are. I’ll be honest, you’re not what I imagined Metus would look like.” Velvet took a deep breath and looked up at the cage. 

“You enjoy kidnapping innocents?” they asked, gesturing to their teammates. Aeger laughed and jumped into the air, floating over to it.

“Don’t act like you’re any better than I am. All of the gods heard what you did to Yuo’s little sister. If I had any sense, I’d do you the same courtesy.” Velvet chuckled.

“But you don’t have any sense, I assume?” Aeger floated back to the ground and stood a few centimetres away from Velvet.

“Of course not. You’re a useful hostage, after all.” The assassin smiled and looked towards the ground. 

“I’m honoured,” they mumbled. In one swift movement, they drew a knife from their bag and dug it into the god’s lower abdomen. Aeger let out a grunt and jumped backwards, knife still embedded in his skin.

“Ha, clever,” he said, shaking his head, “But you can’t kill a god. I admire the dedication, though.” He ripped the knife out and threw it on the ground as Velvet drew two more knives, one in each hand. The god held a hand over the bleeding hole and closed his eyes, but nothing happened. Aeger winced in pain and opened his eyes again.

“What…” Velvet took a step forward, a smirk on her face.

“You’re a new god, aren’t you?” They asked, “I’d guess you’ve been immortal for…twenty years or so. Barely a blink in most of the others’ lifespans. It’s no wonder you weren’t fully…briefed.” Aeger stared at the assassin, a hint of fear in his eyes.

“W-what are you on about?” She spun one of the knives around her right pointer finger, walking slowly closer. Aeger took several steps back until he hit the wall.

“After all, you are killing innocents. Most of the gods don’t like that. Luckily for me…” Velvet caught the knife, “Zaeor’s not one of them.” They threw the blade towards Aeger’s neck, but the god jumped to the left. The second one cut off a bit of his blonde hair, causing him to let out a loud shriek. Maroon watched as Velvet drew two more knives, quickly throwing them at Aeger again. Each blade continued to barely miss hitting the god in any vulnerable spot, despite Velvet’s scarily accurate aim.

“Psst!” Maroon, Thorn, and Solana quickly spun around to look behind the cage. Hanging onto the bars outside was Diamonds, who smirked at Maroon. “Diamonds?”

“Hello, fellow rhymer.” Maroon smiled at him, but Solana moved in front of them.

“Wait a fucking second, are you the real Diamonds?” The thief laughed and gave a slight bow with one hand.

“The one and only. Well, aside from the illusion.” 

“Don’t worry Solana, this one’s the real thing,” Mad’s voice called from below. Maroon walked to the edge of the cage and looked down to see Mad holding Rhyme up.

“Mad!” 

“So you’re Solana,” Diamonds said, gesturing towards the elf before pointing at Thorn, “Which makes you Thorn. What’s with the tears, newbie?” Thorn sent a glare towards him, causing Diamonds to put a hand up.

“No need to send daggers my way, I get the hint.”

“It’s a bit weird to hear you not speaking in rhymes,” Maroon muttered. Diamonds looked towards them.

“As amusing as that would be, we don’t have time to see.”

“These introductions have been fun, but we better go before we’re done.” Mad let out a chuckle.

“Alright, Rh- Diamonds, can you open the cage?” Diamonds looked down at the robot and smirked.

“You got it, robotic.” The thief quickly held up a small laser gun and sliced a hole in the bars, the extra falling into the cage. 

“That one’s a bit of a stretch,” Maroon said, crossing their arms. Diamonds rolled her eyes.

“Yeah yeah, you’re right.” Mad quickly put Diamonds on the floor and reached up again.

“Come on, I’ll lower you guys down one by one.” Solana went first, shortly followed by Maroon then Thorn. When they were all safely on the ground, Maroon turned their attention to Velvet and Aeger. The god hadn’t even noticed they had escaped, instead focusing intently on not being impaled by another one of Velvet’s knives. 

Velvet picked one of them off of the floor and threw it at him, slicing his left arm. He let out another shriek and thrust his right hand towards her. Grey sludge materialised from his hand and flew at Velvet, landing on her right leg. They stumbled a bit but rolled onto the floor, grabbing a few more knives in the process. The sludge burned through the teen’s jeans and seemingly Velvet’s skin. The teen winced in pain but threw another knife that nearly missed Aeger’s neck. Maroon raised one of their hands but Solana quickly batted it down.

“Don’t,” the elf said, causing Maroon to look at him, “If you touch him at all he’ll be able to heal and Velvet will have to start all over.”

“How…does that even work?” Maroon asked, not taking their eyes off the battle. Solana shrugged.

“I’m not fully sure, has something to do with Velvet being a godkiller.”

“So, Velvet can kill gods?” Thorn muttered, glancing at Maroon. Solana nodded while Maroon frowned.

“That can’t be good, can it?”

“I find it hard to imagine any way it could be,” Thorn replied, crossing their arms. 

“Why?” Solana questioned, “You saw Yuo. You’re saying that he should’ve just been left alone?”

“I didn’t even know Yuo was a god until today.”

“That’s…fair. But you think he should’ve just been left to keep hurting people?”

“I-I don’t know,” Maroon mumbled, “The idea of someone being able to kill a god…I don’t know.”

“Seems to balance power, I guess,” Diamonds chimed in, “Also, going back to gods being real-” Aeger let out a scream of pain, cutting her off. One of Velvet’s knives stuck out of his neck as he fell to the ground, still screaming. 

“Fucking finally,” Velvet groaned, walking towards him, “That took way longer than it should’ve.”

“W-wait-” The assassin pulled the knife across the god’s neck as his screams quickly turned into gargles. Maroon closed their eyes and turned away until the room went silent. They heard Solana chuckle, causing them to open their eyes once again. Velvet stopped in front of the elf and placed the bloody knife back in their bag.

“You’re going to get a disease from that,” the elf said. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“It’s god blood, it can’t have any diseases.”

“Do you really want to take that chance?” Velvet shrugged.

“Why not? It’s my fucking trophy.” 

“Velvet-” Maroon started, taking a step forward. The assassin held a hand up, forcing them to stop.

“Don’t even start. I’m about to pass out, so listen up. Get back to the Umbrella and go back to the mansion. Mad, call Zaeor for me. I’m 98% sure these are third-degree burns now.” Mad’s screen was blank, but the robot nodded. Solana stepped forward and Velvet grabbed onto their arm before pointing at Diamonds.

“And you, fuck off.”

“A thank you would be nice, Bolton.” Diamonds crossed her arms and stared at them. However, the teen lost consciousness before they could reply.

A/N: And that's the end of part 3! Thank you all for the support on this part, it really means a lot! Part 4 will begin on July 22, 2023 and have 12 main stories and a bonus story, similar to part 2. It will be the last part of this book, so stayed tuned! Make sure to check out all of the writer's socials and the Red Mafia Tumblr. See you all in July :)

[whetstonefires]

5. What does your oc do on their free time if they have it?

9. What is your favourite OC moment?

For the ask game please.

i always appreciate that copy-paste so i don't have to refer to the post! ^^💕 ty. okay now i gotta pick who this is for. i'm actually super bad at favorites, so i'm just going to go with who's at the top of my head.

5. One of the ways you could tell there was something wrong with Marl long before there was anything very obviously wrong with Marl is how uncomfortable he always was with the idea of free time.

Like, he's from a societal context where there's always more work to be done, so keeping busy even in your downtime is normal, and a sign of good character to an extent, but that's like. Working on useful handcrafts while unwinding by the fire before bed, kind of thing.

Basically trying to parent his younger sister, first with a useless stepfather around the farm and then homeless, did a huge number on him, and he gets anxious if he's not being productive, so he doesn't really have leisure activities.

But his self-indulgent activity of choice is going the extra mile to make food that's really good, especially in contexts where no one would rationally expect more than edible. This includes focusing the hypervigilance on wild herbs and spending a lot of time simmering the meat off a squirrel. (They illegally camped in the woods a lot. There aren't even woods where they come from it's too dry; they had to learn it all on the run.)

For periods of forced inactivity where cooking wasn't an option, he developed a habit sometime between 'when his baby sister became a famous bandit' and 'when his baby sister started leading an uprising' of compulsive weapon maintenance, but while this honestly looks from the outside like a hobby, he does not enjoy it.

9. I'll stick with Marl again, and that's a good question. I'm gonna meditate on this one. I have the strong suspicion I haven't written it yet. I should lean into having favorite moments tbh I think I got cringe about it at some point which is stupid, you can't create 'that moment' for readers if you're not pursuing them on your own account.

Inciting moment for his character, yea like seven years ago, long before I started reworking those brainstorm fragments into the current mess of a manuscript: He comes tearing back into camp, after blowing his own cover in the elaborate double-agent operation he made up on his own without consulting anybody, all torn up from covering his actual allies' escape from his fake allies, and collapses dramatically, making yelling at him incredibly unsatisfying.

That original scene in all its particulars has become totally incompatible with the story and worldbuilding as they've developed, but it's very much a defining moment for the guy, that I often keep in mind as I write him.

[poetkid]

Really wish I had a Ferdinand picture instead of an Ashe one

did u kno: ur icon is actually you in 20 years

[lordsukunas]

tempting to change my theme again...

[a-passing-storm]

*vents in Latin*

[writers-potion]

Latin Phrases of love

Latin: Words/Phrases of Love ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Thank you all for the attention that my Latin words/phrases lists are getting! (interesting latin phrases, soft-souning latin phrases)

Here are some Latin phrases regarding love:

aeger amore: love sick

aegra amans: [lover's disease] love sick

amo: I love

amor sui: self-love

amor habendi: love of possessing

animo fractus: heartbroken

caritas: love or charity

cupido: longing or desire

cum corde: with the heart

digitulus: [little finger] the touch of a finger

digitus auricularis: the ring finger

imo pectore: from the bottom of the heart

in saecula saeculorum: [for ages of ages] forever and ever

philtrum: a love potion

potentia amoris: the power of love

vinculum matrimonii: th bond of marriage

vis amoris: the force of love

amo et pax: love and peace

amo ut ivenio: love as I find

amor et honor: love and honor

amor gignit amorem: ove begins as love

amor amnibus idem: love is the ame in all (Virgil)

amor tussisque non celantur: love and a cough are not concealed (Ovid)

amor vincit omnia: love conquers all things

amore sitis uniti: be united in love

cedamus amori: let us yield to love

cor ad cor loquitor: heart speaks to heart

cor et manus: heart and hand

cras amet qui numquam amavit: let those love now, who never loved before (Catullus)

dulce periculum: sweet danger

fide et amore: by faith and love

fortis est ut mors dilectio: love is strong as death (Song of Solomon 8:6)

in omnibus caritas: in all things love

meminerunt omnia amantes: lovers remember everything (Ovid)

nihil amori injuriam est: there is no wrong that love will not forgive

nihil amanti durum: nothing is hard for one who loves

nihil esta more veritatis celsus: nothing is loftier than the lover of truth (Propertius)

non mihi, non tibi, sed nobis: not for you, not for me, but for us

redintegratio amoris: the renewal of love

serva jugum: [preserve the yoke] preserve the bond of love

si vis amari ama: if you ant to be loved, then love (Seneca)

ut ameris, amabilis esto: to receive love, be lovable (Ovid)

...and because ruined love is also love:

a vinculo matrimonii: [from the bonds of marriage] an absolute divorce

aurear compedes: golden shackles

corpus inane: body without a soul

succubus: a female spirit or demon believed to prey sexually on young men while they sleep

zelotypus: jealousy

expertus dico, nemo est in amore fidelis: I say as an expert, no one is faithful in love (Propertius - I wonder what this man had to go through to say this?)

neno in amore videt: no one in love sees (Propertius - seriously, what happened, Propertius?)

omnis amans amens: every lover is demented

res est solliciti plena timoris amor: love is full of axious fears (Ovid)

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Reference: Latin for the Illiterati: a modern guide to an ancient language by Jon R. Stone, second edition 2009.

[fishy-kiddo]

Finn's Diagnosis

mini fic / one shot - words: 942 - Lucifer Magne | Morningstar & age regressor OC Synopsis: Two months after Finn joins the hotel, Lucifer decides to take his little one to a doctor in order to address Finn’s daily struggles and atypical behaviors.

Trigger / content warnings: Doctor's office. Mentioned SH and su*c*de. Non-detailed talk of an ED (ARFID). lmk if I'm missing anything!

Finn had been in the care of Lucifer for about two months. The hotel had been slowly evolving to the new residents and dynamics, and overall things were going smoothly.

But still, Finn seemed to be on edge. Lucifer was always there to help him of course, but there were some problems that he found especially troubling.

How Finn was so insistent on keeping his hair over his eyes, even though it often led to him bumping into furniture. His extreme fear of thunder or even the blender, notably more than the other littles. The repetitive reading of “The Magical Yet”, much to Venus’s annoyance. Not to mention the tantrums that surfaced whenever Charlie changed the day's activities.

Eventually, Finn’s difficulties began to make Lucifer wonder if there was anything he could do. Upon asking Charlie what she thought, she suggested, “Maybe taking him to a therapist-? Or, better, a psychologist.”

“Are you not…?” Lucifer questioned his daughter. Until now, he had been under the impression that she was at least one of those.

Charlie blushed and rubbed her neck nervously. “Ah- well, technically I’m not a licensed therapist? But, you know, I’ve got experience, and it’s not like there’s many good medical schools down here.”

So Lucifer booked an appointment with the best psychologist in all of Hell - Doctor Aeger in the Sloth Ring - with luckily only a two-day wait. Being king of Hell certainly had its advantages at times like these. He couldn’t bear watching his little struggle for much longer!

“Where’re we goin’?” Finn asked as Lucifer buckled him in his car seat on the day of the appointment.

“We’re going to visit a very nice person,” Lucifer explained, kissing the axolotl’s sage-colored hair. “She’s going to help us figure out how your beautiful brain works.”

Finn hummed in response. Lucifer handed him his sippy cup along with headphones and a few sensory toys, before settling in himself and preparing for the long drive to the Sloth ring.

About two hours and a bathroom stop later, the two were in the waiting room of the office. Finn was already feeling drained after the ride, so to keep him awake, Lucifer used his Hellphone to play a few Pocoyo episodes. While it wasn’t Lucifer’s favorite, it kept his little one happy and entertained, so he wasn’t complaining.

Soon Dr. Aeger called the two back into her office. It was an extremely bright and small room, with a few large plants in the corner and a rather itchy orange carpet on the floor. Finn did not approve, so Lucifer kept him on his lap throughout the meeting.

For a long while, Dr. Aeger simply talked, using long diagnostic words Finn didn’t understand nor care to understand. The axolotl groaned and whined, so Lucifer began to bounce him softly and rub his fingers gently, calming Finn down - if only a bit.

After what seemed like forever, Dr. Aeger finally said something that made sense. “From what I’ve seen, Finn is very fidgety. He doesn’t care for things that don’t interest him personally, and though that is common for those of his mental age, for him it is very prominent. You’ve said he’s had mental health problems in the past?”

Lucifer nodded and glanced at Finn. “In life, he was self-injurious at times and he still struggles with eating. His death was a result of that.”

Dr. Aeger thought about that for a moment, before turning to Finn. “May I ask why you find eating hard?”

Finn looked at her - almost surprised - before saying, “... Feel.”

“You’re saying you don’t like the texture?”

Finn gave an affirming hum. Lucifer added, “He usually forgets about mealtimes, so we have to remind him.”

That interested the doctor as well. The conversation continued for a while, ranging from Finn’s eating habits to his living life to his interests. They seemed to cover every aspect of him. It made him feel very vulnerable, so he cuddled closer to Lucifer as the conversation continued.

“Alright, I believe I understand now.” Dr. Aeger said, pulling two papers out of a thick binder. “Finn appears to be autistic, as well as having ARFID- Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder.” She handed the two papers to Lucifer, which explained the diagnoses in-depth.

“What I can suggest is Finn keeping a journal of sorts, with your help, to log his eating behaviors and make sure he is consuming enough nutrients. Then we can work into systematic desensitization, though we can’t continue with that until we know what we are working with. And for the autism diagnosis, simply accommodating to his needs is appropriate; providing him with sensory friendly spaces, alternative forms of communication, and letting him stim freely.”

Lucifer let out a relieved sigh and smiled at his little one. “Right. We can do that, can’t we, Finny?” He nuzzled his forehead against the axolotl’s, who giggled in response. While Finn didn’t quite understand it all, he was certainly happy that Lulu was happy.

The appointment soon wrapped up, the pair exiting the office feeling much more secure than when they entered. 

On their way back to the hotel, they stopped for a treat to celebrate the new diagnoses. Lucifer, of course, got an apple butter sundae, and Finn got a strawberry milkshake. The two were rather tired after the day, so the car ride was quiet and calm, Finn’s favorite music flowing through the speakers.

Occasionally, the little one would babble softly to the tune, singing in his own special way. Lucifer joined in, and eventually, Finn was fast asleep, noise-canceling headphones on his head and his Jellycat duckling in his arms.

[lalas-small-place]

mmmmmkmm maamamamde someem viviciana bibibnky eiddits cacuafuase therejs no vivivicna aegere stuff :(((( i hohpepe theyeee not uglggly to yoyyouoy i fodudn thebbbontkyny hereee :)))))

[revenant-coining]

Medical-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles

[pt: Medical-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles /end pt]

requested by 🧹 anon

Names: Gauzem, Nurse, Doc/Doctor, Medi, Cure, Telu/Specula, Patiente, Infirmum, Aeger, Sana, Medeor, Remedium, and Cura

Honorifics: Aid, Gze, Nrs, Doc, Dctr, Ptnt, Med, Pll, Sck, Ill, Hl, Cre, 🦠, 🩺, 🩻, 💉, 🩸, 🩹, 🩼, and 💊

1stpp: (i/me/my/mine/myself)

ba/band/bandage/bandageine/bandageself

ga/gau(z)/gauze/gauzine or gauzeine/gauzeself

nu/nur(s)/nurse/nursine or nurseine/nurseself

do/doc/doctor/doctorine/doctorself

di/do/doc/docine/docself

pa/pati/patient/patientine/patienself

medi/me/medic/medicine/medicself or medicineself

pi/pil/pill/pilline/pillself

si/sic/sick/sickine/sickself

i/il/ill/illine/illself

he/hea/hea;/healine/healself

cu/cur/cure/cureine or curine/cureself

🦠/🦠e/🦠y/🦠ine/🦠yself

🩺/🩺e/🩺y/🩺ine/🩺yself

🩻/🩻e/🩻y/🩻ine/🩻yself

💉/💉e/💉y/💉ine/💉yself

🩸/🩸e/🩸y/🩸ine/��yself

🩹/🩹e/🩹y/🩹ine/🩹yself

💊/💊e/💊y/💊ine/💊yself

3rdpp: (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

band/aid/bands/aids/bandaidself

bandage/bandage/bandages/bandages/bandageself

gauze/gauze/gauzes/gauzes/gauzeself

nurse/nurse/nurses/nurses/nurseself

doctor/doctor/doctors/doctors/doctorself

doc/doc/docs/docs/docself

patient/patient/patients/patients/patientself

medicine/medicine/medicines/medicines/medicineself

pill/pill/pills/pills/pillself

sick/sick/sicks/sicks/sickself

ill/ill/ills/ills/illself

heal/heal/heals/heals/healself

cure/cure/cures/cures/cureself

🦠/🦠/🦠s/🦠s/🦠self

🩺/🩺/🩺s/🩺s/🩺self

🩻/🩻/🩻s/🩻s/🩻self

💉/💉/💉s/💉s/💉self

🩸/🩸/🩸s/🩸s/🩸self

🩹/🩹/🩹s/🩹s/🩹self

💊/💊/💊s/💊s/💊self

Titles:

the one who treats patients

the medical professional

the nurse

the doctor

the patient

the one covered in band-aids

the one covered in bandages

the sick one

the ill one

the one who needs medicine

the one who needs to be healed

the one who needs to be cured

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@pronoun-arc , @solarpupz , @reveningcontent

[jackhkeynes]

egrtumnoir "clinic"

egrtumnoir /ˌijr̩.tɪmˈnɔir/ [ˌɪ.jɐ.tɪmˈnɔ.jɐ]

clinic, hospital, a small medical facility especially for the treatment of outpatients

(compare sanatoir "hospital, infimary, asylum", which refers to larger institutions)

Etymology: Middle Borlish, location derivative of egrtumn "illness, ailment, sickness". This reflects synonymous eȝrtumne in Old Borlish, from eȝr "ill, sick" (modern egr is obsolete) < Latin aeger "sick" and -tumne < Vulgar Latin -tūmine (related to Classical -tūdinem).

Y sanat all'egrtumnoir tein for dou. /i saˈnat aˌlijr̩.tɪmˈnɔir tin fɔr du/ [i sɐˈnat ɐˌlɪ.jɐ.tɪmˈnɔ.jɐ tin fɔː du] df doctor at-df=clinic number-3p only two There's only two doctors at the clinic.

[mentallhealthmatters]

Hunc usorem refero, hunc abutentem, qui situm meum secutus est. Tu et Wilbur sub sole caeco putres, pellis tua meretur illam sentire. Ubi iurisconsulti puellam non defenderent, sine visu transire oro. Ut avulsa sit tibi pellis pro mundo, vide quid intus es: ovis ad anguem lingua pastorum. Tu quid ab uno defendis. Corpore aeger animus perdet tempore, et cogitandi facultatem tollet. Nihil es. Nihil eras. Ex verbis infirmus albus ostenditur, non factis. Oro Deus manus, caput, pedes, vermes, cancros, venas, membra, medullas. nil nisi speculum eris.

So took this to google translate. I assumed like as a joke, someone was trying to curse me, so i just wanted to check. Nope. This is someone trying to curse me.

Do you realize shelby's attempt to lie and slander wilbur, is a sin? Shes slandering him out of spite, envy, and jealously. That, is a sin. Shes a sinner, and according to the bible, of sin of being a woman speaking against a man is by default a sinner. But that's just the bible's rules!

Dont try and quote the bible like its a curse to scare people who disgaree with you to defend a woman when the bible is famously supporting male abusers over woman victims, to the point it condemns woman for speaking up at times?

Like? Are you stupid?

[elixir]

Aeger, from images of minerals and gems from the Smithsonian as part of the 4.5 million images made public.

[thunder-jolt]

I know Skullgirls has been down-in-the-dumps lately, and what I meant by down-in-the-dumps; I meant it has been getting a lot of controversies (with censorship and all that), but I'm not here to talk about that bullshit,

I thought I could bring up an OC of mine that I'm not so sure I had brought up before, but here...

Just a link to my Newgrounds with my Skullgirls OC.

I'll make a proper post for her here once I have the chance...

[t1tan]

eren j/aeger when he's fucking lying.

[enbycrip]

I’m teaching myself Latin on Duolingo and I kept wondering why this phrase was poking me in the back of the brain.

Then I realised the sick man I was picturing writing many letters to any possible relatives abroad to take up his duties was William Ager from the MR James short story “A Warning to the Curious”.

(It’s even closer when you realise that ”v” is pronounced “w” in Latin, so “Vir Aeger” sounds *very* close to “William Ager”).

[notalostcausejustyet]

As a healthcare worker I find this to be especially abhorrent. For doctors it is “first, do no harm” for surgical techs it is aeger primo. Patient first. Always the patient first. Because care is the first priority. It is the oath we take. It is the duty we swear to uphold. I hope that everyone single one of the people who signed that letter get the life they deserve. No more, and no less.

You can read the letter here.