#marianthe

[nofatclips]

Needle Bites by Enemy of Reality (featuring Ailyn Giménez) from the album Rejected Gods

[aces-and-angels]

Marianthe: the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss

ILW // im SO happy Marianthe got out of there alive. Win for girlbosses everywhere

[abelflints]

ILW in a nutshell

[itlivesproject]

I miss Marianthe Petridis sm I love her 🥲

she was an icon, truly 🥲

[tourist-affairs]

Odysseus never laughs, except once, inwardly, at the success of the trick of outis against the Cyclops. This is a quite understandable laugh of triumph,... Penelope's two laughs - ... when she laughs at Telemachus' sneeze, and ... when she has an urge to show herself among the Suitors - are more complex, ... She laughs on two occasions when her words and deeds show her acting on information she cannot logically possess, and for a long time refuses to admit consciously: that Odysseus has returned. Homer had observed, like Freud, that people sometimes laugh when they receive an unexpected glimpse into their unconscious. ... Homer uses laughter as he uses omens and dreams - as sometimes daemonic, not always rationally explicable, possible god-sent, which can be a potent source of information.

Marianthe Colakis, The Laughter of the Suitors in "Odyssey", 1986

[engine-of-love]

Stex Appreciation Month 2024

Day 24: The London Engines (sorry for another late one)

Favorite Actor

Golden Eagle: David Brown

Silver Bullet: Oscar Kong

Blue Lightning: Jessica Vaux

Green Arrow: Asher Forth

Orange Flash: Marianthe Panas

Favorite Song: Rolling Stock, Coda of Freight

Favorite Costume: They only have the ones

Favorite Ship(s): Nothing so far

Headcanon: Don't have anything at the moment

Unpopular Opinion: None

[lady-nightbloom]

Blades 2 inspired by ILW?

-Both MCs go from having a relatively normal life to realizing they now have significant magic/Power (from being an adventurer to a realmwalker + from being a human to the Power)

-Both MCs are the key to saving the world (against the Shadow Empire + Matthias)

-There are rifts between the worlds that cause a lot of damage (corruption between the realms + corrupted Power/Horrors)

-Both MCs have to cleanse and close the rifts (between the realms + to end the corruption)

-Both MCs have cryptic dreams from a mysterious, insightful character we don’t know if we can trust (The Watcher + ILB MC)

-Both MCs are hunted by a hot badass antagonist (Valax + Marianthe)

-Sus villainous guys try to win MCs trust and MC can romance them (Aerin + Matthias)

-A friend/love interest acts weird only to have been corrupted (Connor + Mal…?)

-A friend/love interest feels bad about their past and has some tension with other members of the party (Imtura + Jocelyn)

👀

[gutsfics]

I have like. Zero energy today to do anything more than this. so here r some info pages for my It Lives mcs! if you wanna know more about any of them feel free to shoot me an ask <3

Devi Casil

ILITW MC

he/him, but any pronouns work

genderqueer

born October 3rd, 1999

died 3 days before his 18th birthday & was resurrected half a month before his 22nd

5'10 but wears thick soled stompy goth boots that bring him over 6'

LI: Noah

on somewhat shaky terms with Jory because he's kind of pissed that Jory gets to live a more normal life. he tries not to let that effect their relationship but man. it's hard.

on horrible terms with Dent

because of the murder.

fucking shreds at Through The Fire And The Flames on Guitar Hero, even after he comes back to life and struggles with his motor function

his hair is actually 3C curls and the under half is dyed purple

more info can be found about him here

Harper Vance

ILB MC

he/him

trans man

born April 13, 1998

5'4

LI: Tom

he's super friendly and cheerful, and way too psyched about get into fights. he wants to be a pro wrestler

at the same time, he'll try and defuse fights by saying "woah, hey I'm just a little guy! and it's my birthday! I'm just a little birthday boy. you wouldn't hit a little birthday boy?" it really depends on the context of the fight

"has killed before" is in reference to Richard

"will kill again" is in reference to Dent

he and Jory are chill

wishes he could have helped Grandma Josephine move on more peacefully

lowkey struggles with the fact that he killed someone, even if that someone was a huge jackass that really deserved it. especially because that someone's son is dating his brother. plus like who's he supposed to tell? how is he supposed to get therapy for that? "hey i killed someone but it's okay because he tried to kill me first"? yeah. no.

Jory Fields

ILW MC, blood ending

he/him

trans man

born July 7, 1999

died in August 2016 but was brought back by Loha the same day

6'0

LI: Abel

really sarcastic most of the time, but knows when to dial it back. there's being a jokster and there's being a dick and he knows where that line is

lost his eye. wears an eyepatch so people know he can't see through it, but has a bunch of neat prosthetics, which he jokingly compares to wearing lingerie under regular clothes. like having a spicy little secret throught the day.

........he's probably wearing lingerie under his regular clothes, actually

as much as he loves his fully human life, sometimes he feels a sort of.... survivor's guilt? for not fixing the breach and giving his friends the oppertunity to live a more normal, human life.

but ultimately he is very happy with his decision. he loves his life with his silly dorky husband and wouldn't trade it for anything

he did fix Amalia's college issues the second he realized he could! he'd never forgive himself if he hadn't

he did enjoy fighting monsters, but he's glad he doesn't have to anymore

Arthur "Dent" Hemmings

ILW MC, betrayal ending

he/him

the group's token cis boy :(

born January 1, 1999

died in August 2016 but was brought back by Loha the same day

5'8

had the strongest relationship with Lincoln before Everything Went Down, but didn't end up dating him because Joss overheard him being a dick about stringing everyone along

he was also FWB with Jocelyn

and he fucked Luis

and Marianthe

and he wanted to fuck Abel as well but he wasn't close enough with him

and yet for some reason he was Deeply Offended when Connor called him a slut, despite the fact he knew full well he was toying with everyone's emotions with no intentions to stop 🤔

ultimately (obviously) he ends up with Matthias

or maybe he kills Matthias to have the power all to himself

or he could have been sacrificed by Devi to become the new anchor

OR. maybe he and Matthias got a divorce and now he's living it up using his powers to manipulate mansplain malewife people into giving him nice things

honestly i love all of these endings for him & they're all equally canon. in my heart.

anyway. he's an agressive asshole who puts himself first & will royally fuck over everyone around him if it means he gets to have his fun

he did Not fix Lia's college issues. or tell anyone that he's the power made human until he was forced to

he would have just let Connor stay a horror had Noah and Devi not been there

The Real Dent Hemmings absolutely hates what faker Dent is doing with his life and had a hard time moving on because of it. he was still a bit of a brash asshole, but he wouldn't have done any of the shitty things faker Dent did

honestly if Real Dent had been the one to make the final decision, he would have merged with the power to close the breach for good. he's a hardass, but he'll do the right thing no matter what

---

@ila-appreciationweek

[puredoesnotmeankind]

Question: Can Marianthe die? She escapes in all my ILW playthrough so I was wondering if this was the case in every playthrough or if I'm just doing something wrong.

[professor-abeloved]

so i wrote something mattyass was like, "Beauty fads will fade. but you and I? We are Eternal. We will outlive and outlast them all."

and i wonder if matty holds this attitude towards things like, oh I dunno, MORALS. "if everything will fade away, if castles and kingdoms will crumble, and i alone will bear witness, who's to stop me from being king?"

except. except world domination or even total destruction ("it' only a part of town," marianthe says) isnt his end goal. it's to maintain/gain more Power, yes, but then there's that delusional self-righteousness of his, that one he uses to patch up all the guilt and shame.

"how can i be a monster? i helped people like abel. im saving the town of westchester. i had a wife, i have a son, im capable of love (and never you mind that abel is conveniently part of the murder plan or that he probably had his wife killed or that the blood moon ritual booster his powers! its just a godwilling bonus!)"

i think the part of him that felt inferior to LJ never went away. not with everything he's done. i think he does "good" (what he thinks is good anyway) deeds both in a way to "atone" (its not atoning if you'll do it again) and to prove to himself that he's not a monster

because if he is... if all this death werent necessary, if LJ didn't have to die then what is left of you, Matthias McQuoid? Who are you?

A man with everything -- and nothing.

[saibug1022]

The Sun's Final Breath

Word Count: 1352

Lincoln McQuoid and Castor Athantis/Castor Athantis x Abel Flint

A/N: I'm in the It Lives Within Discord server and we were talking about the timekeeper riddle and someone in the server came up with the idea of Lincoln using the watch to save someone from dying and bam, this was created. So. Shoutout, as always, to the @itlivesproject

"CASTOR!!!"

The first thing Lincoln processed from that scream was the pain in it. It was sharp and heart-wrenching, the kind of pain Lincoln had never heard before. But he had felt it before. It was the pain that came with death.

The second thing was that it was Amalia screaming. For some reason, in the middle of this insane battle, Amalia was screaming, screaming in pain.

It was only then Lincoln processed the name she'd cried.

It was like he'd been punched in the gut. All the wind was knocked out of him all at once and he forgot the fight entirely as he turned to try and find the Anchor in question. Before he could something heavy slammed into him and knocked him to the ground but he barely looked at it before throwing it off him and stomping on its skull hard enough that the golden lights in the bone dog's eyes went out immediately. 

When he looked around again he didn't see Castor anywhere on the battlefield. What he did see was Amalia in a desperate and rage-fueled battle with Marianthe. Every move Amalia made was powerful and lethal. One swing of her staff would have killed the blonde except she managed to avoid every strike or deflect it with the dagger in her hand. The dagger they'd given her. The dagger currently soaked in blood. 

Behind them, Lincoln could just see Abel on the ground on his knees. For one horrible moment, Lincoln's blood turned to ice as he realized the blood on that knife could be Abel's. The feeling didn't go away as he got closer and he heard Abel's voice, or when he saw what Abel was hovering over. Not who. What.

"No no no, come on sweetheart," Abel was pleading as he desperately tried to perform CPR. His hands and sweater were soaked with blood but it wasn't his. "Please, no, I can't lose you too, I can't, come back to me."

But Castor's body was still. No matter Abel's best efforts their chest refused to rise. Their fingers didn't twitch. Their eyes didn't blink. Their eyes, God, their eyes. Lincoln didn't love them as Abel did but he could appreciate how beautiful their eyes were. Not just because of the color but because of how much Castor was there. There was so much life, excitement, energy, warmth, and genuine love for the world around them. A world that was horrible to them their entire life but they would still give anything to save.

Even if it left those stunning eyes lifeless. 

Lincoln could tell just from that. There was no bringing them back.

Castor Athantis was dead.

He just stood there frozen. All the fight was gone as he just stared. He couldn't speak or move. It was like the entire battle faded away to just Castor. No. Not Castor. Castor's body. 

Lincoln didn't notice Marianthe's scream as she died with Amalia's spear in her chest. He didn't notice as the battle ended and the rest of their friends surrounded them. 

Then something like an electric shock went through him, snapping him to attention. He noticed Connor on his knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs as he gently reached over and pushed up Castor's glasses so he could close their eyes before lovingly putting their glasses back in place. He noticed Amalia collapse on the ground with painful cries wracking her body as she gathered Castor's body into her arms. He saw Abel struggling against Jocelyn who had tears on her face as she tried to restrain him despite his pleas.

"Let me go!" Abel demanded. "I have to help them, I have to-"

Lincoln kneeled next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Abel turned to look at him and the expression of grief tangled with some far-fetched hope was all too familiar on his face. Lincoln hated that he had to be the one to crush it. 

"They're gone, Abel," Lincoln said. It was like the life drained out of Abel too as he just collapsed right there, like a puppet without its strings. Lincoln wrapped his arms around his shoulders and Abel clung to the back of Lincoln's shirt, face buried in his shoulder. He wasn't even crying just…shaking. "It'll be okay. It doesn't feel like it but it will. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, not this time." 

"Promise?" Abel's voice was smaller than it ever should be.

"I promise."

Abel just nodded as he held onto Lincoln like a drowning man. He still wasn't crying and Lincoln didn't know if that was good or bad. He just sat there and trembled. Lincoln could feel his own tears though, tears he didn't even bother fighting because one of his best friends was a goddamn corpse on the ground, leaving a puddle of blood they were all kneeling in. They'd won the battle but with the blood on their hands, it didn't feel like it. 

"Lincoln," Noah's voice broke as he said his name, and Lincoln looked up. But he didn't meet his eyes. Instead, Noah pointed, down, and when Lincoln looked he saw a blue glow coming from his pocket. He didn't have anything in his pocket. But he reached in and pulled out the pocket watch which was humming and glowing with power right there in his hand. 

"What the hell?" Lincoln muttered. Not sure what else to do he hit the little button at the top and the watch popped open.

Then everything went to hell.

A blinding blue flash lit up the woods, forcing Lincoln to close his eyes or risk some sort of blindness. He could feel the surge of power too. He felt it through his entire body like electricity in his very veins, all from the little pocket watch in his hands. 

The light faded and Lincoln heard voices. But it wasn't the quiet and broken voices of people in grief. It was laughter and teasing, though there was a slight nervousness in the air. 

Lincoln opened his eyes and instead of kneeling on the blood-soaked ground with a broken Abel in his arms, he was standing in the lively kitchen of Connor's cabin. His friends were bustling around, gathering weapons and packing duffel bags.

"Val you can't bring the axe," Noah sighed.

"I don't see why not," Val scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Because the horrors are people, you could kill them," Connor pointed out. "If I thought I could I'd make you leave the bat too."

"No man can get between me and Daisy," Val rolled his eyes.

Lincoln watched the exchange with wide eyes. It was the exact conversation they'd had before leaving for the fight. Word for word, movement for movement. How was this possible? What the hell was happening?!

"Yo, Lincoln," A painfully familiar voice spoke and Lincoln whipped around to see Castor Athantis tilting their head at curiously, their expression clouded with worry. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost, and if you have then you really need to fill us in."

"Castor?" Lincoln just stood there staring like an idiot. This wasn't possible. Everything was exactly the same as that afternoon. The bruises and scratches from the fight were gone, and Castor's blood on his clothes and hands was gone too. The only difference was that he still had the pocket watch open in his hand. 

"Yeah?" Castor smiled. 

"You're okay," Lincoln said dumbly. 

"'Course I'm okay," Castor frowned a little. "Are you?"

Lincoln moved before he thought, pulling Castor into a hug that had their chests pressed together tight enough he could feel their heartbeat. He let his face fall to Castor’s shoulder and he focused on the heartbeat. They were alive.

Somehow, that damn pocket watch let him go back in fucking time. He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he didn't give a shit. He had a second chance. A chance to save his friend. He wouldn't fail them, not again. He was going to protect them or he was going to die fucking trying.

[nofatclips]

The Bargaining by Enemy of Reality (featuring Androniki Skoula) from the compilation album Unity vol 1 - In Solidarity With The Refugees of Moria Camp

[laylaisthename]

ILW // im SO happy Marianthe got out of there alive. Win for girlbosses everywhere

[theoriginaltortuga]

if im picking favorites then im giving myself three from each book, otherwise we’ll be here all day

It Lives in the Woods:

 The final ‘Are you scared?” game which is cheating because its kind of the whole chapter but its my favorite. I loved every character’s response, like a final “fuck you” to their insecurities and troubles, special mention for Lily’s “Get these dumb birds away from me” I was full on wiggling in my seat

The fight against Redfield/Jane where they lock her away was epic, like I knew in my heart even the first time that it wouldn’t actually be over but i was still biting my nails and bopping to the music, also both high and low nerve variants are equally cool

The pool kiss with Andy, it was like the most perfect, romantic thing Ive ever read and I was squealing, “the water glinting off his eyelashes” like...cmon how was I supposed to flirt with anyone else after that

It Lives Beneath:

the lake day festival with the crew hanging out on Imogen’s yacht, I was so happy to see them all hanging out but after finishing the book its like “pictures taken before disaster” still playing volleyball and shoving Genny into the lake was fun and really helped me buy into the friend group

all of the fights were beyond epic, but my favorite might be the one on the yacht, we’re stabbing people, breaking arms, tides turning then back it was so cool especially when Imogen attacks her mom with birds

and OF COURSE the ending with Dick Sutcliffe. I hated this man so much so when i saw we got to kill him I was hyped, I didn’t even pretend like i wanted to bring him back, just full on “they’ve been dragging the lake for weeks, you’ll just be another name checked off the list” no mercy, no remorse, it was a lovely night for a swim

It Lives Within (let it be known that there are so many for every route and i am limiting my self to the single pringle route because it was the one i completed first):

THE RITUAL!!! We saved my baby and brought them back to life and the art was fucking beautiful and I was on the edge of my seat, the atmosphere was just right and then after the joy we get hit in the face with freakin Gertrude/Annie and the best plot revelation in history, when i tell you I closed my laptop and had to take a walk after that 

the aftermath of the gala, fighting horrors, yodeling through the woods, fighting Marianthe,  fighting Adrian, having Matthias save the day, and dying fifty eleven times. Like I adored everything about this fight scene

and finally Lincoln calling us his bestie...no real notes, just you know the only thing Jeremy had been working toward the whole game!!! And the hug was so sweet

(bonus mention) the time rewind if Rowan dies, like not only does Lincoln hit Matthias with a brick (i know its a rock) the music as he shows up was phenomenal like perfect timing, I was crying and laughing, the cowboy music was epic and hilarious 

@ila-appreciationweek

[itlivesproject]

Marianthe is a direct descendant of LJ. She got onto Matthias' good side, but plans on double crossing him as revenge for what he did and to get the Power all for herself. That, or she came in on the same boat he and LJ did, and has been playing the long game just like Matthias has.

anything is possible, when you believe..

[diarioelpepazo]

El combinado nacional sumó una docena de preseas en el Campeonato Iberoamericano YELIMAR REQUENA Venezuela tuvo un papel protagónico en el XI Campeonato Iberoamericano de Kárate, que se celebró del 20 al 23 de julio en Tenerife, España, y reunió a 15 delegaciones distintas. Comandados por la número 1 del mundo en los -50kg, Yorgelis Salazar, y el sensei Andrés Madera, el combinado nacional se quedó con el subcampeonato al sumar una docena de preseas, nueve en kumite individual y tres en kata. De acuerdo con el reporte de Zaga Deporte, fueron cuatro oros, tres plata y cinco bronces que se repartieron de la siguiente mandera: ORO Yorgelis Salazar (-50KG) Claudymar Garcés (-61KG) Elena Barreto (-68KG) Andrés Madera (-67KG) PLATA Dubraska Álvarez (-50KG) Marianth Cuervo  (-68KG) Cleiver Casanova (Kata) BRONCE Estefanía Monson (-61KG) Ariamna Briceño (+68KG) Edgar Martínez (-84KG) Elena Barreto (Kata) Esmeralda Fernández (Kata) Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Líder