#cristobelle

[liesmyth]

Okay but imagine the Harrow Nova au where Harrow does get eaten by necro!Gideon and stuff. Like can't see her eyes to realize same twist, God just spends the book like "damn this girl is just like she was my daughter", Mercy is horrified there's now two Johns, and John starts thinking something is weird as he's like "right, survived neurotoxic, weird"

I've thought A Lot about the fact that necro Gideon wouldn't have her eyes if she were to become a lyctor! though she could also have freak powers to begin with (some of whatever the hell John's got going on, which imo isn't strictly necromancy) and like. Maybe she wouldn't even have Alecto's eyes. Maybe she inherited John's freak death eyes

Anyway I do think lyctor Gideon and John would have fun bonding over puns but she might also bond with Mercy over having a self sacrificial badass nun for a cavalier. Goes without saying that if Mercy ever shares with Gideon her suspicions that John lied about lyctorhood requiring the death of the cavalier, she'd absolutely 100% try to kill him right away

[nicollekidman]

HOW WAS THAT ALL ONE EPISODE

[incorrect-house-of-nine]

Cristobel figurine just dropped.

virgin mary barbie doll from argentina

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

Im not sure how relevant this is to any of my followers because most of you play the sims 2, like ride the cyclone, or are into doll collecting, but i grew up on the sims 3 and im revisiting my favorite childhood families so im playing the collins family from isla paradiso (which runs well for me btw)

Anyway. I decided that I'd give Rosemary 5 kids to fit her ltw. Unfortunately only an hour after her final kid she got abducted by aliens and (I have a rule that female Sims who are abducted by female aliens might get preggers.) She got pregnant again. *****and******* I'm going to have Omar get Ashley pregnant and have him raise the babies. 10 whole sims.

[poridge]

When John snaps at Mercymorn "In Cristobel's name" 😵‍💫😭

[zenosanalytic]

Yeah, and we should really think about WHY, from a Watsonian perspective, he is 1)a queer maori who grew up in poverty and 2)explicitly tumblr-leftist.

Like: it isn't an accident that the cast of TLT are, essentially, the likely fanbase of the books. And it isn't just that those are the sort of stories Muir wants to write and the sort of people she wants to write For. Not too long enough, less than a decade, Muir was STILL here, posting right beside us. Taz has read all the posts you have; shares most of your politics and moral convictions. She explicitly created a society where the oppressed in our society -- the queer and the colonized -- had all the power, and she explicitly wrote that as Not Fixing Things. and Yeah, allot of it is Funny(this is Taz, afterall); it's literally a Queer Goth Clownshow of a society(because WE are a Queer Goth Clownshow of a website :p); but the point is that even with all the power-dynamics flipped the patterns of exploitation don't stop. Exploitation isn't a story of villains and victims; it's a story of social institutions.

Morality is not an inherent quality; it's a constant choosing, and thus always vulnerable to the contingencies and context of choice. John(and, it should be said, Cristobel/C-- as a lesbian Catholic Nun and thus probably the MOST politically aware and active and anticapitalist/antifascist of the whole group) didn't do the wrong things because he was "The Wrong" person to have power; he did the wrong things because he was in an impossible situation, with nothing to guide him but a lifetime of trauma at capitalism's hands, No Time Left, and All the Power in the World. And THEN, acutely aware of each one of the only people he loved in the world dying violently and pitifully around him, he had killed Everyone on Earth and eaten the souls of The Entire Solar System.

If you had the power to bring the people you love back from the dead, to take the pain of death away from them, and to make them forget you made a mistake so huge it literally killed everything they know, can you honestly say you wouldn't?

What does that sort of power DO to someone??

I think what bothers me most about how John is talked about in the fandom is the implication that a different (implied: better) person would've done things differently and somehow more right than he did.

When the text goes to lengths to explore how suddenly coming into an incredible amount of power in a fatally constrained situation cannot lead to a good outcome.

If you're putting John in dialogue with the concept of the "magical girl", which Muir has said he is (a little tongue in cheek, but)--these are young, often profoundly unready people, who often get taken advantage of by the people who give them their powers. And like, yes, John is not a teenager, but I think that's part of the point, is that at no point is a person really prepared to become as powerful as he did--even before he merged with Alecto. Even when he was fully in control of his powers, even when they were given with honest intent and trust, even when he used them with the best of intentions and tried to do the right thing, there was no way for him to be prepared, especially given the situation he was in.

And it's funny to talk about how bad John must be in bed, but also, this isn't a scenario where John is some self-deluding Elon Musk-like villain or loser. He is genuinely trying to do the right thing, in terms of rescuing the Earth's population, rescuing the Earth Herself, and doing it ethically (see: M--'s insistence that they perfect the cryo containers until they could transport pregnant women).

I really do think this is something people are blocking out, because it is one of the uncomfortable parts of Muir's message with the series. But ESPECIALLY because the people "critiquing" him as an embodiment of patriarchy and empire are failing to see that part of Muir's critique is of human vulnerability to power: That is, that power corrupts.

And this even has echoes with Gideon & Harrow's story! Harrow begins the series in a deeply unequal dynamic with Gideon! And she does horrible things, not just because she is traumatized, but because she is traumatized and has the power to act her desires out on Gideon. She might have the motive (trauma), but that's not enough without the means (power).

And, yeah, I do have a semi-salty angle on this because people are frequently loath to think critically not just about axes of oppression but individual relationships of power when it applies to them and to people they like. ESPECIALLY when there is a very vocal segment of the fandom that is enthusiastically pro-harassment. It's very convenient to villainize John and actively dis-identify with him, because otherwise, you'd have to face the question of whether you'd do any better in his place. But the thing is, the mission of revenge he embarks on is a lot closer to many peoples' hearts than they'd like to consider.

That's the whole point.

[bullet-prooflove]

Galindo!Series Part Two: Revelations - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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Galindo!Series

Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor’s life.

It’s three in the morning when Miguel wakes up and finds you sitting in the chair across from his bed, your legs crossed and a gun in your hand. He notes the silencer, and he realises that this isn’t just an intimidation tactic, that his life his actually in danger.

There’s always been an unspoken truce between the two of you, your mutual love for Nestor was the only thing that kept the both of you from killing each other. However, things have changed. Nestor made a choice, and that choice was you. Miguel can’t forgive that.

“Rosa.” He greets you, shifting until his back comes to rest against the headboard. “My son is in the next room…”

“No.” You sigh. “He’s not, we both know Emily isn’t either.”

You see the flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“It was you that helped her.” He says quietly. “Not Nestor.”

“Nestor was loyal to you for a very long time.” You tell him, tapping the silencer against your knee. “She didn’t trust him.”

“But she trusted you.” Miguel summarises as the pieces begin to fall in the place.

“Not at first. The last time we met, I was on your payroll.” You remind him. “It took Carmen a while to convince her that I couldn’t be bought but when she heard about what you did to me…”

The worst part is that it takes him a second to understand what you’re talking about because to him, handing you over to your rapist’s brother was nothing but business but to you…

It completely derailed your whole life, the PTSD, the nightmares, the fact you almost bled out in a shitty motel room outside of Reno, none of that matters to this man. You are just one person whose life he almost destroyed. There’s hundreds out there.

“You know, she told me some pretty interesting things about you.” You say, leaning back into the chair. “How controlling you became after you fired Nestor, how your brutality escalated. You got a little unhinged, a little sloppy…”

His jaw tenses, his gaze shifting the top drawer of the dresser. You sigh before holding up the gun you’ve tucked into down the side of the chair, you’re sitting in.

“I got that one.” You tell him before setting it down again. “The mess you made was why the FBI came down on you so hard, why you had to disappear off to Mexico and all that chaos… It was the perfect time for Emily and Cristobel to vanish.”

It’s in that moment that Miguel understands the full extent of what you’ve done, how you reached into his life and pulled it apart, piece by piece.

“It was you.” He realises, his voice tinged in disbelief. “You got the FBI involved?”

“It was going to happen sooner or later.” You inform him, with a knowing look. “We just needed it to happen sooner.”

“You took my business, my son, my wife…” He snaps, his fingers raking through his hair as he struggles to process the information because in Miguel’s world you’ve only ever been a tool to use, a weakness to exploit. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision you would take a stand against him; he thought that the threat of losing Nestor would be too much.

“No Miguel, you did that to yourself when you beat Emily’s sister to death in front of her.” You remind him and the look he gives you, it’s murderous. “When I dropped them a call about the location of her body, your DNA was all over it. You are fucking terrible at cleaning up your own messes. You always have been.”

“Does Nestor know?” He asks, the words come out like a hiss through his teeth. “Does he know what you’ve done to me?”

“I don’t keep secrets from Nestor.” You tell him, pointing the gun at him. Your finger tightens on the trigger. “I knew it was a matter of time before you come back for us. You could never let Nestor be happy, not when he chose me over you.”

“If you do this, he’ll never forgive you.” Miguel tells you, his eyes fixated on the barrel of the gun. “You’ll be the woman who killed the only person who’s ever given a damn about him.”

“We both know that’s not true.” You say sadly. “You’ve only cared about what Nestor could give you, not about the person he is and that’s where you fucked up Miguel, because truly, he’s wonderful.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you’ve heard enough. You pull the trigger, and he collapses back against the headboard, the back of his head thudding against the wall with the force of the impact.

You raise to your feet, before pressing two fingers to the pulse point in his throat and waiting for the thrum of blood to stop. When it does you withdraw before picking up his phone from the nightstand and using his thumb to open it. You bring up his emails before flicking into his scheduled box and studying the email residing in there, the one with your name, address and picture attached to it. The kicker? He’s included Nestor’s details too.

A suggestion, he’d written, if you wanted to inflict some emotional damage.

You delete the email before turning the phone off and slipping it into your pocket.

There’s not a doubt in your mind that you made the right decision about killing Miguel Galindo tonight.

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[doctorskelegoats]

Art credit @mercyisms The Ethiopians is an unreleased Tallahassee track that (like all Alpha couple songs) fits Mercymorn and Augustine disturbingly well. Consider: Cristobel and Alfred's eyes haunting them perpetually, " I can't think of one thing in this whole wide blessed world/that's more dangerous and frightening than you when you get bored" considering Mercy's hobby of memorizing the body to kill lyctors. Here's the song, because why would anybody have heard it.

Also, I'm opening up Asks in case you have suggestions, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here

[curmudgeonness]

In all the times I've played in Isla Paradiso, this is the first time that the already pregnant Rosemarie Collins gave birth to twins.

***************** From the Sims3 Wiki:

Collins family 76 Civic Center

§17,000 Difficulty: 5 Christopher Collins, Rosemarie Collins, Omar Collins, Cristobel Collins, Martina Collins Christopher and Rosemarie are dedicated to their growing family, but three kids and another on the way, oh my!

[mirrorbird]

okay I get why y'all have to keep tagging this series with "not the locked tomb" now

science and religion can definitely work together

science and religion may even fall in love. treat each other with unexpected loving warmth and respect, co-parenting a bunch of young chaotic nuns

[6badchickennuggets]

sorry but how can I be normal when augustine once said ”i don’t hate cristobel. dear, i barely hate you” to the one and only ‘unlovable’ mercymorn and then had a threesome with God

[raptortooth]

After becoming the first Lyctors, after consuming their cavaliers, there must have been a time when Augustine and Mercymorn went looking for signs of Alfred and Cristobel inside themselves. They must have asked the question 'are you here?'

And, despite what we now know, they never got an answer. That would have been day one of Baby Lyctor Orientation, right? Soul permeability would be a known thing. But it isn't, and Ianthe was never warned about picking up her cavalier's habits and petty grudges, because the old lyctors never realized their cavaliers were still part of them.

[justsomeguycore]

like how did mercymorn and cristabel know each other. were they friends before cristabel became a nun. was it like a nun and a woman in stem walk into a bar situation. were either of their ages ever specified? was cristobel mercymorn’s catholic school literature teacher

[chaletnz]

Cusco: Breakfast coffee and BLT, Plaza de Armas in the morning, steep streets and viewpoint at San Cristobel church, Plaza Regocijo, hot chocolate at the Chocolate Museum.

[theboydrama]

Me about one Cristobel (Toby) Sybil Bisset

(The bastard in question with some messy sketches I kinda hate)

blorbo thoughts

[katriinamary]

To and in Santiago! / Day 50 - 51 of Solo Traveling

07 - 08 December

Slip pretty well overnight despite the loud music at the hostel. I had to put white noise on to sleep, but I could still hear the bass through the floor. Up around 6:30 a.m. And head to the bus for a 7:50 a.m. departure. Start with a short journey to Calama, listening to an audiobook on the way. Accidentally get off at the wrong stop, but it all works out after I get some help from a couple of people at the bus depot.

Next bus leaves at 10:00 a.m. And I relax and watch some TV and listen to an audiobook on the way to enter. Fergasta. Made the fatal error of not peeing on the bus before I got off. Walked from the bus Depot down to the beach which was nice to depth of feet into. Then decided to head to Mirador portale, on the coast towards the airport.

I head back to the bus terminal and catch a local bus. The driver ends up dropping me close to where I want to be and I start walking but then he sees me 20 minutes later and picks me up again and drops me even closer, which is really nice. There's around 2 km walk along towards the coast, and I have a couple people offering a ride but I decline.

Stop for some food and get pine empanada, which has olives and eggs and a lemon pie ice cream. I finally reached the viewpoint and the Mirador was really cool and the cliffs are amazing. Unfortunately you can't swim there anymore as they've closed off the beach due to cliff erosion.

Heading back out towards the highway. I'm walking back and a driver stops, his name is James and he offers me a ride. I do accept the ride because it saves me a good 8 km of walking, which some of what would have been on a motorway. Mostly uneventful flight through to Santiago. I went to catch the bus and then the Metro, but unfortunately the Metro office had closed but a kind of security guard. Let me through so I could catch the Metro to my accommodation.

Up pretty early, and sent my washing off to be done, which was much needed! Decided to head to the San cristobel middadore. Turns out so did half of the city as it's a holiday. On the way there, lots of roads were closed to cars, giving pedestrians and cyclists lots of space which was nice. The walk is quite steep in some places and at the top there was a church service happening.

Decided to catch the cable cars to do a bit of sightseeing over the hill, catch one down and had lots of locals talking to me and the cable car. Car. They had great views of the mountains and the city. At the bottom. There's a whole lot of cyclists chilling on the grass and I decided to get some ice cream. Catch the cable car back up, and then walk down the other side, aiming for the Fine Arts museum, for a city tour. Found a nice green deserted path to walk on the way down.

At the city tours, met some nice people, and learned about the major sights, and the political influence. After the tour, sandwiches and drinks, then back to bed.