#venus amnt

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Art on the right made with Djarn's Picrew and was made for The Sound of Our Silence. Story-wise, it was taken in early-mid March 2027.

She actually gets about 3-4 hrs of sleep, but she'd never let you know this. Sleep is for the weak.

Not really any additional comments here, have fun reeling I guess

Context for the tags in Chapter 17 of Ashes Remain (I refuse to feel shame for this promo)

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looking through the tags of my astrology + fav choices ch/li is so fucking funny yall have a type and it SHOWS. 

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~sims q&a tag p.2~

tagged by the awesome @lovelychooser ty bb! :)  i figured i should do this again to shed more light on my loverboy, Milo! so here we go!

Sim’s name: Milo de los Reyes Garcia 1. What is your sim’s favorite food? he loves chicken! he lives for fried chicken and rice (but with the addition of Luna in his life, she helped him eat less rice and more veggies as sides trololol). and also loves a good steak dinner.  2. What is your sim’s favorite color? olive green, dark blue and black. 3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? gemini! 4. Does your sim believe in “love at first sight”? HAHA yes as u can see that’s kinda how he just gravitated towards Luna the moment he saw her! 5. What is your sim’s sexuality? straight. 6. Is your Sim a cat or dog person? (or both?) dog! he lovessss dogs.  7. Adding to the previous question, if your sim were to have a cat and/or dog, what kind/breed(s) would it be? he loves medium to big sized dogs, so anything from husky, german shepherd, saint bernard to a mastiff. any of those 8. Does your Sim have a best friend? yes, he has two. they were featured in one post awhile back, their names are Christopher Marson and Wesley Hunter. Christopher though is like his #1, he met him in middle school and been with him since. they bonded thru music! 9. Does your Sim have a favorite life stage? young adult. 10. What is your sim’s ethnicity? he’s 50% spanish from his dad, and 50% filipino from his momma! 11. If your Sim could travel to anywhere in the world, where would they visit? probably to like Japan! or Australia.  12. If your Sim was a castaway on a distant, uncharted island, who would they bring? either Luna or his good friend Chris. 13. Does your Sim have a favorite tv show and/or movie? he loves cooking competition shows or shows about food in general (he’s a high key fat ass) he loves Guy Fieri so he’s on that Food Channel aalll the time. he’s a big fan of the Fast and Furious franchise.  14. Does your sim believe in the “simulation theory”? no! 15. Does your Sim have a favorite kind of clothing to wear? a good pair of black skinny jeans is always a must. and vans shoes are his shit. 100%.  16. Does your Sim have a lucky charm? could his hair be his lucky charm? 17. What kind of music or singers does your sim listen to? so my boy loves his rock music and has been very much grounded by some great classic rock bands -- the beatles, the rolling stones, guns n roses, the who and so on. but he also digs hip-hop and is starting to get into Luna’s own music taste, too lol. he’s pretty much open to anything 18. Does your Sim have a favorite family activity to do together? well before Milo and his sis moved out, they were always throwing birthday parties left to right b/c Milos moms side of the fam was HUGE. so every weekend almost they’d host the family members party and it’s just always full of a good filipino food and fun times (thats his favorite bc filipino parties are always packed with ridiculous amnt of food n dessert and he loves food bc again hes a hk fat ass tehehe). 19. What is your sim’s age? he’s 25! 20. Does your Sim have a dream job? starting up his own pub/venue, a spot for good ass beer and good music. two things he loves a lot and has passion for. 21. What is your sim’s favorite beverage? beer. LOL 22. What is your sim’s favorite dessert? he likes two filipino kinds, his mom use to make them all the time. they’re called bibingka (it’s type of coconut rice cake) and bananacue. just fried banana basically  23. Does your Sim have any siblings? if so, do they get along with all of them? he has one older sister.  24. What activity/hobby makes your sim the happiest? jamming out for sure! he also took up the piano recently, so he’s currently loving the keys.  25. If you could meet your sim, would you be friends with them? yeah he’d seem like a super rad chill guy to be friends with! (which he is!!!!!)

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Larger version of the image used in her Blingus post

Source of Picrew

Light edits by yours truly :)

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Ashes Remain - Chapter Seventeen - Ladders and Stepladders

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The first thing she recognized were the dogs. She couldn't see them, but she knew they were there. 

She saw their torn ears in her mind's eye, bloodstained teeth and patchy fur. She heard the pants, snorted out of flared nostrils. 

They always came for her, for what is a champion but a throne to overthrow?

A year's time would save her from much, but it refused to silence them. There is always a limit to generosity. 

A moment’s weakness toils the bell.

For whom does the bell toil?

It toils for she.

There’s a reason no one cries “Long live the queen!”

The next thing she realized was the gurney, then the needle in her shoulder. 

Until now, she’d never been able to smell herself, much less taste her raw terror as she tried to break loose of the straps, to rip the lethal thing from her body before it was much too late. 

“Venus, stop that!” A dog with missing ears, she knew clearly where they’d gone, snapped from above her body. “Stop that, Venus!”

“No!” She stilled in terror when her voice slurred in such a manner. Was it already done?

“Stop it, Venus! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“No! I refuse to let you kill me!”

“Venus!” The creature lunged at her neck; light and shapes flooded back to her. 

There was a lady standing over her, calling with the canine’s voice. “It’s okay, Venus. You’re in Los Kyoto. You really did a number on yourself, you know that?”

Terror still raged through her, and she clung to her neck.

“You’re going to choke yourself. Let go, I won’t hurt you, you’re safe. My name is Naia, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth sent me.” A prosecutor’s badge dangled from her neckline. 

Mr. Edgeworth, she remembered him. His name was Miles, it was so un-European. He smelled of ramen and black tea and was nothing but gentle to her. 

He and the boss bickered heavily, and while Apollo bore respect, he was still obviously bothered by his presence. She felt more fear towards her boss than she did towards Mr. Edgeworth. He specifically told her to call him Mr. Edgeworth, so she did. 

“Ah, you remember him, don’t you?”

She remembered Mr. Edgeworth.

“You had a panic attack and passed out, he was getting a bit worried.”

She remembered now. She’d gone to Courtroom Number Four in search of Apollo, and found his unconscious body on the ground, bleeding.

And it wasn’t just him she saw, four others echoed in the ruins’ shadows and the smell of blood clawed at her throat. 

That’s when the dogs came, howling. That’s when everything went dark. 

“Mr. Justice will be okay, Venus. You’ll both just have to rest here and recover.”

Apollo was here.

She ducked her head away. “My name’s not Venus.”

“Of course not, Athena. Now you just relax. Your painkillers should start working soon, if you’re still in a lot of pain.” 

“Are they gonna mute them?”

“Your hearing aids? I’m not sure. If they do, I’m sure they’ll have a good reason. No one will hurt you like that again, you’re free.”

“It will be a long time before I can say I’ll believe you.”

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December 18th, 2027

1:05pm

General Hospital - Suite 247

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Apollo was sure it was a dream. He was sure that the prosecutor wasn't really there. He was sure she didn’t really call Athena by another name for an entire conversation. He was sure she didn’t respond by the other name until he was mentioned. 

He was sure it was a dream. A stress dream, distorted further by the pain. 

He was sure she was Athena Cykes. 

And he’d rather die than lose his faith. 

But then Fulbright came. He’d heard the voices outside and the seed of doubt within him began to sprout. “Ah, Prosecutor Graves! I’d heard much about you from Prosecutor Blackquill. Astounding to finally meet someone so concerned with the fight for justice as I!”

“Cut to it, Detective Fulbright. Some of us have actual work to do, instead of playing tea time with convicted killers.” 

“I beg your pardon! Here I am, looking to your advice in awe, and you chide me for attempting to reform those in our prison system!”

“There is no ‘reforming’ the man. He is to die.Your efforts will be nothing but in vain.” 

“This is getting beside the point, Prosecutor Graves! I’m here investigating Venus Blackquill!”

…What? 

“You are a fool, much like Blackquill has always said. That is not her name!”

He knew it. He knew it was all a dream.

“It is Gyax. Venus Gyax. There is no Athena Cykes.” 

No. 

It couldn’t be.

“I beg your pardon, Prosecutor? There is too such a person!”

“Not in a long time. Perhaps you didn’t read your charge’s file, Fulbright, for Athena Cykes died long ago. Skye filed the death certificate yesterday.”

He couldn’t believe it, but he had to. 

If evidence is everything, then the woman he loved was a fraud.

“That certificate was only just received! Even the hospital staff has no idea why it exists, for she is clearly alive.”

“I will say this one more time, Fool Bright. That certificate was signed in the presence of the court. Athena. Cykes. Is. Dead. Visit her grave if you’re so blatantly inclined.”

“I can see now why the chief put you with Prosecutor Blackquill. So very willing to get in the way of justice. No wonder they call you the Scapegoat Prosecutor.”

He saw his lover stumble from her bed, storm over to the door with her IV stand and slam it against the door. “Shut up!” Her Chords of Steel threatened his own. 

“Look what you’ve done. She’s awake.” The door cracked open. There was the lady he’d dreamed about. “Athena,” How dare she continue to call Athena that, when it was all such a lie? “Go back to bed. You need to rest.”

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed answers before she could slip back through his hands. “Not until I get answers.” He was too busy to stand, but Justice was still going strong. “I have evidence to suggest you haven’t been straight with me, Athena. Or should I say, Venus?” 

Athena’s eyes flooded white. Muscles in her throat rippled the odd scar circling the shallowest part of the jugular. Low rumbles stirred from the remnants of her light voice.

He was ever so glad he hadn’t heard that sound in bed. “Don’t incriminate yourself.”

The white in her eyes vanished as she looked back, pupils shrinking as she pulled backwards. 

“If you can’t be straight to me about something as simple as your name, Venus Gyax, then what else have you been lying about? Your convenient disappearance? The knife in Clay’s chest? Spill it, Gyax!”

“That’s not my name!” She couldn’t look him in the eye, his bracelet threatened to amputate his hand. “Apollo, it’s me, Athena! Your painkillers are playing with your mind, they did the same thing to me!”

“If you were Athena, then why did this hospital find a death certificate?! Why have a detective and a prosecutor identified you otherwise?!” 

“I’m Athena Cykes. I’m your co-council, your partner in crime fighting. I-I love you, Apollo Justice!”

“How can you prove you’re her? How, even if you are, can you prove you were ever worthy of the love I had for Athena?” 

“Because I am Athena!”

“You were never Athena! This prosecutor proves you were never who you said you were! I can’t believe I ever trusted you for a second, you European reject!” 

“Apollo Justice! You will quit harassing your partner!”

“My partner is Athena Cykes! Not this fraud of a woman!” 

Widget fell black and she crumpled to the floor. “I’m Athena, I’m Athena!” She continued to plead even after she’d hit the ground. Graves pounded the nurse call button and helped the incapacitated redhead to bed. He felt everything swirling inside him. He wanted to believe her, to hold her tight.

The nurses came and muted her ears. Athena Cykes, Venus Gyax, whoever this woman was, was now out of his reach.

He’d dumped all the doubts in his brain, but no clarity or comfort came. He felt utterly betrayed on both his behalf and hers. He couldn’t argue, he loved this woman, and was her legal guardian. Those feelings and ties, however, were formed with Athena Cykes. He wanted to believe in her, to feel her play with his hair as she chided him for risking his life to save her friend. 

Her friend that was now safe and sound, not guilty of a terrible act. 

Her friend who had also been betrayed, believing this woman was her dead childhood friend. For Juniper’s sake, he wanted to declare this woman had been and always will be Athena Cykes. For his own heart, consumed by the loss of two families and an only friend, he needed who she said she was.

However, evidence never lies. 

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I wanna ask Athena Cykes from AMNT a question if you don't mind;

Who's Venus, like are they you- Since your middle name is Venus or-

Oh... ack... c'mon, Venus. Face the past, face the past.

It's actually something I don't really want to talk about. My mother did name me "Athena Venus Cykes", yes, but there's a greater meaning. However, very few people know. Only the people who were directly involved with my return from Europe know the details, and I've specifically asked for them to keep quiet.

Guess I let something slip...

As for what I think you're asking, no. I would not say that Athena Cykes is Venus...

(Note from S-P for you: The identity of Venus is a major plot point in AMNT, and the story has not been published far enough for me to provide non-vague details past anything suggested thus far. I'd love to enthuse, but our yellow lawyer isn't quite willing yet. The time is, however, coming. It will be revealed before Ashes Remain ends)