#soranus

[avengingsoranus]

@avengingsoranus Location: The training ground

"Get up. You're pathetic. And weak. You call yourself a warder? Who would trust you with their life?" The elf looked busted up, broken, but they got up still, struggling slightly. Justice waited patiently as they stood, only to knock them down once more as they'd barely held up their sword. "Get out of here. Go water some plants in the Dawn Court, you may be useful, there." As the elf turned away, Justice grinned, "See? He's a good friend. I'm really enjoying this time together. Do you think he'll come back soon or make me wait another month?"

[fairest]

when the flow is ceasing

[For the ancient physicians] "there is, of course, a time more favorable than others in the woman's cycle. Not during menstrual evacuation, which constitutes a kind of natural vomiting, when the semen runs the risk of being swept out as well. Nor when the flow has completely stopped: the uterus, desiccated and chilled, is then no longer in a condition to receive the seed. The favorable time is when the flow is ceasing, so that the uterus is still moist with blood and permeated with warmth, and hence turgescent with a craving to receive the sperm. This craving, which reappears in the body after purgation, is manifested in the woman by a desire that disposes her to sexual intercourse."

—Michel Foucault, from The History of Sexuality, Vol. 3: The Care of the Self

[figlidiroma]

Rupe Tarpea, Monte Caprino, Vico Jugario e la zona di San Nicola in Carcere - Tempio di Giunone Sospita domenica 2 febbraio 2025. Proprio alle mie spalle (a sinistra guardando la facciata di San Nicola) i fratelli della Communitas Populi Romani stavano celebrando il rito a Iuno Sospes.

Mi trovo ai piedi della casina dei Pierleoni, superstite dalle demolizioni che, tra 1926 e 1940, trasformarono definitivamente l'aspetto dell'area, oggi via Petroselli, allora erigenda via del Mare, il cui tracciato doveva condurre (come in effetti fa tuttora) al quadrante Ostiense e, da lì, al porto romano. Siamo alle origini dell'insiediamento di Roma: il tempio di Iuno Sospes, assieme a quello di Giano e di Spes, sorgevano dove ora si vede San Nicola in Carcere, e alle sue spalle, presso l'Isola Tiberina, si apriva il più antico e facile guado tra le rive della città ancora non nata. Si ritiene che questo che intravedete dietro di me, dalla parte della rupe Tarpea, sia l'insediamento più antico, databile al XIV secolo a. C.: non si vede benissimo, ma alla mia sinistra, opposto cioè al Teatro di Marcello, abbiamo l'area sacra di Sant'Omobono, riemersa proprio con le demolizioni di cui sopra, dove avevano sede i templi di Mater Matuta e Fortuna. Si trattava di un quadrante dedicato alla purificazione, ai passaggi e a divinità femminili protettrici di benessere e fertilità: il Vico Jugario, che si trova sotto le arcate appena visibili alla mia sinistra, deve il suo nome da due possibili etimologie. Una è Jug- di giogo, legatura, forse per la sua posizione di "sella" tra il Campidoglio e il guado tiberino, forse per la pratica di condurre al porto tiberino le imbarcazioni legate, non è chiaro. La seconda, possibile etimologia - ma, si ritiene comunque plausibile che essa sia collegata semanticamente alla prima - è proprio Iug- per Iuno, nome della dea Giunone che era a sua volta, molto probabilmente, connesso a Ianus, con cui condivideva il luogo di culto. Ci sono evidenze di un legame tra Giano, Feronia e Soranus, che potrebbero far pensare alla confluenza (già nota) delle figure di Hecate, Selene ed Artemide nella Giunone romana, dea che si presenta con molte facce, tra cui almeno una selvaggia (Caprotina), e al suo collegamento con Giano Bifronte, Soranus/Sole e, quindi, Diana ed Apollo, di cui pure, proprio qui, sorgevano i templi (quello di Diana, distrutto, non fu più ricostruito).

Allego il link all'articolo di Romanoimpero che tratta di Soranus, di cui, tra l'altro, è ricorsa da poco la festività (intorno alla fine di gennaio), mentre Giunone Sospita è stata celebrata il 1 febbraio, mese, tra l'altro, intercalare, di purificazione (v. Lupercalia, 15 febbraio, il nome "februarius", connesso all'idea di purificazione con le febbri e, infine, il fatto che, prima della riforma cesariana, il calendario romano fosse lunare e collocasse l'inizio del nuovo anno a Marzo).

[my-name-is-apollo]

Speaking of coins, I think it's neat that we have a trinity of Apollos with uncommon characteristics:

Apollo Karneios with ram horns and ram ears, Apollo Soranus with a star diadem and a pick-axe and Apollo Vejovis with winged head, a trident and a dagger. (The last two are the results of his syncretism with Roman deities)

What's more fun about the coins of Apollo-Vejovis is that some of them put a thunderbolt under his bust or straight up show him holding it:

And I can't help but think of this being equivalent to a girl wearing her mom's makeup for the photo day

[4th-make-quail]

☔ rain in Kozama'uka

[nowis-scales]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

General Warnings: N/A

Fandoms: Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: Camilla/Hinoka

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Post-Fire Emblem Fates Revelation, Cuddling & Snuggling, Abandonment Issues, Fan Child, Motherhood, Family Bonding, Special thank you to my Tumblr followers who helped me name little Millie :)

Story Word Count: 4,534 words

Story Summary: Growing up, Hinoka came up with many pictures of what her life would look like, but being the wife of the ex-princess Camilla Soranus was a possibility that never crossed her mind. Parenting a six-year-old daughter alongside her, even less so. The things we picture for our futures often turn out differently than we expected, and nobody knows that better than Hinoka, because these two girls are some of the most precious things she could ever have dreamed of having… Even if they do try to rope her into their own kind of trouble, every once in awhile.

[Read it on AO3.]

(Note: Due to potential threat of AI-scraping from Tumblr, I have opted to publish the actual text content of this fic only on AO3. Thank you for your understanding.)

[varlinhoes]

everyone look at my cringe wolnpc kids

Ft. HaurcheWoL (blue hair ele), ZenosWoL (black hair and blond elezens) and DerykWoL (hyurs) 🤭

names r in tags in order of the 1st pic…

[dirty-ffxiv-confessions]

Confession: i wish there was more content of annia and julia in general... for some reason theyve utterly captured me. i want them to compete over me

[motheatenscarf]

Before I ditch this game for like a year or longer to get into FF14, I need to know once and for all which one of these dingdongs was the best lookin.

Feel free to reblog even if u don't know what SWTOR is or who my dumb characters are, I'm just excited I finally got polls even if I have nothing of substance to contribute!

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of Sartauvoir, Lyon, Basch, and Noah by @snakeofgarlemald.

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(Do not steal/repost/or take in any way. But as usual reblogs are always welcomed.)

Creator’s note: Team Landis being chaotic as usual!

Noah being: @dcminium

[avengingsoranus]

"I don't cause scenes. I end them." The rest of Soranus' words were simply placed in the back of his mind, because fighting was truly work. Everything else was meaningless. Except for Soranus' hobbies, those he would allow. If anyone ever so took a step in their direction when Soranus was weaving, or he was busy, Justice would appear and remind them never to approach them ever again. Sometimes it worked out, other times Soranus got upset – too many mixed signals. Their emotions were so intertwined it was easy for the revenant to pick up on subtle shifts, anyway. "You know where to find me if you need me." It wasn't like he wouldn't be watching, anyway, daring someone to bump into them. He loved Christmas.

A subtle shift in the spirit's features saw the elf return to the surface once more as revenant and dawn traded places back and forth. The two making their way through the forest of the fey as they did; it was an enchanting place, one that reminded him distantly of the forests of Eden where he and Justice would find ways to pass the time together. Simple games between friends, though the revenant would never admit to as much. How things had changed, now they walked over an earthen tomb that long buried ancient bones.

"You do the fighting: the only thing you consider real work." Their home, what it had been filled with, and the labours of the court were Soranus' domain. There was Meryasek's wedding gift to attend to as well, something that Soranus had been painstakingly weaving for months now. "There's a party on Christmas night, Justice are you going to cause a scene if we go?"

[angelic-din-mortem]

Stunning pictures of Menenius, Sartauvoir, Lyon, and Basch by @ancalagxn.

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(Do not steal/repost/or take as your own in any way. But as usual reblogs are always welcomed.)

Creator’s note: Having sweets as a way to celebrate a victory after a battle was a great way to spend time with the others.

[roegadynroost]

I got the Sartauvoir duel to 33% this time! Prog!!!! I'd kept dying to the damned backdraft. I think if I go get some more DPS honors and take Aetherweaver instead of Templar I might be able to kill it before the second Phenex.

[4th-make-quail]

In the name of wip Wednesday, here's a chunk of my Sart/Basch phoenix AU fic which is proving to be much longer than I expected!! This section is from Basch's POV, after he's been revived by Sartauvoir, who is in a very bad way due to the consequences of his spell. Theodaire is my Garlean chief medicus NPC, not a canon character!

[infernooftheivth]

Menenius: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Sartauvoir: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

[pckdrop]

while his father was practically notorious for the lavish parties that he was known to throw, livius had very little interest in the mentioned social gatherings. still, he was expected to be in attendance and act as if he was having the time of his life. although, that act only got him so far ― there was only so much energy he could put into pretending before the facade began to slip. he had decided to step outside for some much-needed fresh air when he realized he wasn’t the only one who had the idea to do so. a sigh of relief fell from his lips when he saw that it was marcus, one of the few of his father’s friends that he could truly tolerate. “worse… they’ve decided that more drinks are necessary.” a look of distaste was evident on his features as he closed the distance between them, his slender frame coming to lean against the balcony’s railing. “i think it’s obvious why they still invite you even if you’re not suited to events like these ― they all admire you.” he wet his lips as his gaze flickered toward the other. “but, i am sorry that it coincidentally grates on your nerves and wears you out. i feel the same way about these parties.” he shifted from foot to foot. “which is why your secret is safe with me, you’ll forever be able to hide out wherever you need to for however long you need to.”

closed starter for @pckdrop muse: marcus acacius. modern verse or period verse (edwardian).

marcus let out a gentle sigh as he held onto the balcony. he needed some time away from the private party – he’d only come because it was expected of him to accept the invitation. the drinks had been flowing a bit too freely as the night continued on, and his host and the other members of the party were getting too out of hand for his taste. he was waiting it out – to see if his presence would be missed – before choosing to retire to the room he was staying in in the grand manor. he straightened the moment he heard the smooth click of the door opening behind him, dread immediately filling him that it was possibly the teetering host. but, as he turned, it was the man’s heir instead. marcus could feel a wave of relief wash over him, though he did not release himself from his polite stance. “have they all decided to retire yet?” he asked, tired amusement hinting in his tone. he did not know the other very well, but they were unlike their father from what he could tell. which, was both advantageous and not. their father was both predictable and a pain. “i fear i am not the right personality for parties. i am unsure why i’m invited to so many, but i hope you do not mind my use of your balcony. i only needed a few moments of respite.”