#clementia

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

She called her “My little manta ray” 3 times!?! They’re 1000% fucking. The hatesex between these two has got to be insane.

[arknights-archive]

Path of Life

[danieyells]

do you have any guesses on the origin of each houses names? From what ive seen, Jabberwock could be based on Lewis Carroll's nonsense poem jabberwocky, sinostra could be a combination of the Sicilian mafia/cosa nostra and the defunct house's names are based of ancient goddess

I made a post about that a few months ago! Although most of that is in the tags of it haha. Most of them just seem to be combinations of words in different languages, except for Hotarubi which is just Japanese.

Frostheim - English word 'frost', Germanic word 'heim' meaning 'home'

Vagastrom - Latin word 'vagus' meaning 'wandering' 'wavering' 'unsteady' 'inconsistent', Germanic word 'straum' meaning 'stream' or German word 'Strom' meaning 'large river'

Jabberwock - from the Lewis Carrol poem 'Jabberwocky'

Sinostra - most likely from Italian 'nostra'(meaning 'our') in 'cosa nostra'(meaning 'our thing', the name of the Sicilian mafia)

Hotarubi - Japanese 蛍火("hotarubi") meaning "glow from a firefly"(their house emblem is also a firefly)

Obscuary - from English word 'obscure'

Mortkranken - from French 'mort' meaning 'death' and German 'krank' meaning 'suffering from/afflicted with'

Clementia - Roman goddes of clemency and mercy

Ultio - Roman goddess of venegence

Dionysia - Roman festival to honor the god Dionysus, "wine-making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre", the central events of which were theatrical performances in larger cities and a procession followed by dancing and singing in rural ones.

[toomanythoughts4myhead]

Been thinking about modern!Coriolanus Snow (again)

How he probably goes to some old fancy university, which his whole bloodline went to. All of the other posh children he grew up with end up there too, some exceptions (fuckups) didn't manage to do it, but that is less snobby people to have to deal with in Coriolanuses mind.

Coriolanuses great great grandfather started a sort of secret society (cult) in his youth and ever since it has been thriving in secret.

With time it's ways have grown a lot more ...socially acceptable. They do weird cultists shit like 20% of the time and the other is spent getting drunk in private gatherings and parties or blowing mommy and daddies credit cards.

Coriolanus was at the core of the secret societies this century, house of the roses, there is no official name but this one gets thrown around enough that it stuck eventually. Corio enjoyed having the control over the gatherings and all the planning, God knows he was the most capable one there except for Clementia, maybe.

He was also the best actor, best student, in the University. He walked a fine line between sucking up to lectors and any sort of authority figures without loosing his own authority and self-respect.

There was a new money kid, Sejanus Plinth, who his father had pushed into joining the secret society in order to fit in with the fellow rich kids. He wasn't exactly welcomed but his fathers findings of the gatherings sure sweetened the deal.

To Sejanuses horor he had to give a blood oath in a secret passage in the school, a place secretly built in a wall just for this.

What was the blood used for?

Well he had to drink it. Not just his own, though. Part of the acceptance ritual is that everyone gives a drop of blood into a ceremonial bowl, engraved with roses and thorns. The blood would get mixed in with warmed wine and spices and each member will get a sip, starting with the new commer. Most of the people here didn't have to go on the trial because they were accepted simply for their status, only people who had something to prove had gone through with it.

They had wanted to pull Sejanuses leg a bit too, and judging by his paling face and unmoving gaze from the red liquids, they had succeeded.

What they hadn't anticipated, however, is Sejanus running out of the room screaming that they were all animals as he stomped away. Good thing that there was no one in the University right now, right?

Wrong.

Right as Sejauns was turning a corner he almost stomped on you, a journalist major in search of a new headline for the Universities newspaper. And his wide eyes, read stained lips and the blood dripping from one of his hands from a weirdly shaped scar, was defiantly a step in the right direction.

You don't get time to ask him anything as he walks off faster than you can turn around, but the commotion from down the hall catches your attention and you hurry off.

Your footsteps echo off of the marble floor and as you actually get there all you see is a blurr of red robes and golden silverware. The only thing that sticks out before the door???wall shuts closed is a person with a white suit and blond hair.

You start to dig deeper and deeper about this secret society, asking around and looking through all the history of the school. A cultists secret society that was responsible for the murder of three from almost 60 years back catches your attention. You are dealing with something bigger than you thought.

Coriolanus is livid, he hadn't put on his robes for that evening, coming to the meeting fresh off of one of his late lectures. He didn't get to see whi was the mysterious onlooker but he was going to find out and keep their mouth shut.

Your questions about a secret society and search for knowledge are not hidden and eventually reach Coriolanus, who approaches you during one of your late night searches through the University's library.

He startles you as he looked down at where you are hunched iver a very old set of newspapers. His gaze is piercing and calm, his posture doesn't give anything. His bright red burgundy suit and pants seem to contrast nicely woth his pale skin and blond hair. Blond hair!

He smells like roses and so did the place of the meeting, even after it's closing it had left a strong fragrance of white roses and vanilla.

The recognition must be evident in your face as your facial muscles move from confuses to "hallelujah". All the warning you get is a slight crease in his brow as he presses a strongly smelling handkerchief to your nose and mouth and presses it tightly.

"Such a smart girl. Should have known not to poke your nose in places it doesnt belong."

And with that it all fades to black, his piercing blue eyes are the last thing you see.

You wake up in a room, red silk cloth binds you to a chair and you seem to be alone. You try to shake off the drowsiness but your muscles feels like lead and your mind is slow, movements sluggish. This could be the same room, but it could be somewhere else entirely, you have no clue. It's all so lavish and luxurious, in its deep reds complimented by golden chandeliers and golden engravings, there were some old paintings as well, none that you recognize.

The click-clacking of heels on the wooden floor shifts your attention back to the familiar blond figure, creeping towards you like a predator. He is in the same clothes as before, which hopefully meant that you hadn't been in this drugged out state for too long.

He looked as pristine and proper as he always did, but his gaze was unnerving intense, it made your mouth dry with nerves.

"It feels like a real waste to get rid of such a smart girl, a real loss for the academy."

He says calmly as he takes a center place infront of you, looking down at your tied form. The image pleases him.

"You will either keep your mouth shut about this or i will tell all your dirt to whatever authority figure i need to, to make sure you never manage to get into any other learning establishment."

"I dont have any dirt on me."

"Doesnt really matter what you have, it matters what i present you have. So be wise about this, little mouse. Wouldnt want to get caught in a trap by your own doing."

Fuck

He says it so clamly but he can't manage to hide the rising corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this, he liked playing with you and your life. Your whole world depended on his choices, you had no way to stop him or fight him off. Interesting.

You don't much of a choice but to agree, a bit sullen that all your research had gone to hell and that a murderous cult was going around unpunished, but you couldn't risk your education, nit right now at least.

Coriolanus looks like the cat who got the cream, smiling deviously at you. Something in the way he looked at you made alarms go off in your ears. The deranged glint in your eyes meant nothing good. For you, at least.

"I cant let the other members know that an outsider found out about us like this, it would look very bad for my image, as you understand. From now on you have been my girl for a while, but our relationship has been hidden. You will act like you are mine."

He stated simply like demanding a performance like this was simply his birth right. You look at him stunned and not even sure what to say to that. You aren't exactly in a position to argue, even if your tongue is itching to give him a piece of your mind. So you agree.

You will be this cult leaders play-pletend girlfriend so you will keep your education. On paper.

Well you found the drama you were looking for. Now all you had to do was survive.

(Wrote this at 1 am yall, the brainrot was rotting away. Hope ye like it, cuz its not proof read. Sending love and good vibes. Peace.)

[vonkarmic]

oc wips that i'm liking so far

[lemonsugarkk]

Today 2024 redraw:

The 2022 redraw:

And last,the original draw from 2019:

Its a clem and dem.

[alyceinwonderland777]

Actors and actresses as ancient gods by AI: Monica Bellucci as Clementia, Roman goddess of clemency, leniency, mercy, forgiveness, penance, redemption, absolution, acquittal and salvation

[theglamour-theterror]

two birds

[clementiaart]

[sunder-the-gold]

Everyone except Specter.

Bro, Clementia is fighting for her LIFE trying to make Gladiia feel welcome, this is so painful but funny to see, Gladiia please you are killing her

Image of a woman fighting for her fucking life in a social situation.

[kharla-k]

Y'know in the early parts of PoL I was thinking 'Aegir really isn't so bad, outside of the whole 'seaborn' issue it seems pretty cool and idyllic, not arrogant' based off of the rationality, competence and mirth of Clementia. It came as something of a surprise, because outside of Rhodes Island nearly every polity has major flaws and drawbacks in living standards or morals. And then Horatia walked onto the scene and I watched as she practically declared war on the entire surface and said 'Oh. There it is.'

[tokutaiseichan]

note to self: whenever the story mentions something happened 6 months ago, assume it's right around after the Clash.

[danieyells]

"Mortkranken" just means "Suffering From Death" doesn't it lmao WHAT A TERRIBLE THING TO NAME THE HOUSE THAT SPECIALIZES IN MEDICINE.

[vixen525noms]

You all know monster mom definitely noms.

Old drawing. Rather nice one honestly.

A girl in the hand of a adopted monster mom.

[vonkarmic]

some new oc concepts

[ghw-archive]

Lady Clementina Hawarden was one of the first women photographers, in the 1860s, as well as a pioneering and influential one, exploring moods and sentiments by using interesting poses, natural lights, and props. The pictures she took of her daughters are considered one of the first fashion shoots ✨