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[xkeepitupx]

Ianthe thought she was so fucking smart when she achieved lyctorhood before anyone else without seeing any of the chambers. Thought she was so clever to just eat her cavalier whole against the will of everyone.

How stupid must she have felt when she watched the birth of Paul, and realized that if she'd done more work, tried just a little harder, taken a step back and slowed down she could have united hers and Corona's souls for eternity.

Corona who cried that she hadn't been chosen at her sister's ascension. Ianthe who hadn't chosen her because she couldn't bear to lose her, like a naive fool. Choosing immortality condemned Ianthe to inevitably lose Corona. That moment she started the stop watch, and I'll bet never even realized until that impromptu birthday party.

And to rub it in Paul tells her there is still time for her and Naberius to be perfect, like she cared a scrap about Naberius. but there is no time for her and Corona, she and Corona will never have that chance again.

God she must have screamed and screamed

[xkeepitupx]

Symbolically yes, literally no

The oath is a wedding vow, the cavalier/necromancer relationship is the same as a Christian marriage in that it is an imbalanced relationship designed to hold up the entire culture. It claims to be a relationship that equally serves both parties, but actually most often subjugates one party (cav/wife) to the other (necro/husband).

They say there is no inherent romance in the cav/necro relationship, but it is an intensely intimate relationship where 2 people are unified as 1, just like marriage. Meanwhile marriage is put on a pedestal as the most romantic experience a person may have, but if you consider it as a violent institution, it isn't that romantic.

Harrow recites her delirious rant to Gideon much like personal vows and in response Gideon recites the scripted religious vow to solidify the union, just like a wedding. And what follows after the vows in a wedding ceremony is a kiss to symbolise the couples unification.

In Catholicism at least marriage is when 2 people symbolically become 1 person. From the pool scene onwards Gideon and harrow act as 1 person. When Gideon dies, so does harrow. As long as harrow breaths so does Gideon.

This is the symbolism behind lyctorhood too, in the extreme. while the cav is used as nothing more than a vessel to grant the necromancer immortality and endless power, the wife grants the husband the same by giving him children he can raise in his image and live through after death.

This is also reflected in the pool scene in the symbol behind the pool it's self. It is not just a pool but a saline baptismal font: it washes away the separate individuals Harrow and Gideon to welcome the new united Harrow and Gideon in "one flesh". Here they are married and baptised as a lyctor all at the same time.

So yeah, they symbolically and spiritually stick their tongues down one another's throats, but not literally in the scene because both of them are unaware of these implications as they are happening.

I thought it was obviously heavily implied, but there seem to be so many people who think they haven’t kissed yet and I just need to know your thoughts?

I’m talking about this part:

The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.”

“One flesh—one end,” Harrow repeated fumblingly, and then could say no more.

***

After what seemed like a very, very long time, her adept said:

“Gideon, you need to promise me something.”

~Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

[the-velvet-worm]

actually one of the craziest things about harrow and gideon's relationship is the fact that they're like, unhealthily obsessed with each other but also both think the other does not care as much as they do. gideon literally died for harrow and thinks that harrow hates her so much that she erased her from her memory. harrow lobotomized herself because she couldn't allow herself to destroy gideon's soul. and they're both still just like, "she could never love me." ARE YOU BOTH FUCKING STUPID??????? (the answer is yes)

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Summary: you’re still feeling awkward about what happened that night with Luke. And then you get the news that changes everything.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke. 

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him. 

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away. 

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning. 

The tragedy was he did. 

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it. 

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible. 

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot. 

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed. 

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most. 

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay. 

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you. 

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots. 

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had. 

It was like losing her all over again. 

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds. 

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat. 

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you. 

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow. 

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep. 

“Y/N?” It was Luke. 

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably. 

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh. 

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake. 

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced. 

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated. 

I love you. 

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems. 

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood. 

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.” 

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him. 

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice. 

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs. 

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly. 

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up. 

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted. 

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took. 

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth. 

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth. 

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow. 

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down. 

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.” 

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled. 

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting. 

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all. 

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium. 

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift. 

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it. 

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person. 

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[chasiufan]

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[yuurionviktor]

is this anything

No text version:

[ggardengirl]

‘If I forget you, let my right hand be forgotten,’ her mouth was saying. ‘Add more also, if aught but death part me and thee.’

yellowjackets (2021-) // ruth 1:17 // tamsyn muir, gideon the ninth

[xkeepitupx]

Just finished John 1:20 of nona and I'm crying my eyes out

He is not the Christ in that he is not truly god - she is

John is the man who became god and the God who became man simultaneously with Alecto like the holy trinity but she originated with the power and bestowed it, and then like Uranus and Chronos to Gaia he violated her

He killed her and everything she loved and then ripped her in half. He stole more of her than she was willing to give - consumed what he could of her and then desecrated the rest - rebuilt her in his image, but not even his image but a simulation -

AND SHE STILL LOVED HIM

BECAUSE SHE IS GOD THE MOTHER ALMIGHTY CREATOR

She is Gaia

She is Adam and Eve

She is Mary the mother of god

She is galetea

She is Christ

She is Barbie

She is vengeance

She is Frankenstein

She is both creator and created

And she has been wronged so severely by everyone

And yet she still loves

What else can she do?

Absolutely bawling my fucking eyes out

[jadedbug]

does this make sense

[smallblueandloud]

see it's like. yes, locked tomb princess bride au!

harrow pushes the dread pirate kiriona off the cliff and as she rolls down gideon yells "AS YOU WISH" and harrow is so horrified she throws herself down too! like yes, of course! but also.

harrow saying "inconceivable!" and gideon saying "i do not think that word means what you think it means" -- gideon saying she'll fight their pursuer left-handed and harrow rolling her eyes and letting her. but also!

gideon BEING the pursuer and saying that killing camilla ("my name is camilla hect. you killed my adept. prepare to die.") would be like destroying a stained-glass window. but ALSO.

gideon being buttercup and harrow leading her through the fire swamp.

BUT ALSO. the "only mostly dead" scene except abigail pent is miracle max, magnus is her househusband, and they're in harrow's dreamscape talking about harrow herself.

BUT ALSO! harrow is the sick kid, actually, and ortus is the grandfather reading her the story.

how are we supposed to decide!!!

[sapphicclaw]

“I wanted you to use me, you malign, double-crossing, corpse-obsessed bag of bones, you broken, used-up shithead! I wanted you to live and not die, you imaginary-girlfriend-having asshole! Fuck one flesh, one end, Harrow. I gave my flesh to you, and I already gave you my end. I gave you my sword. I gave you myself. I did it while knowing I’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me” FFFUUUUCCCKK THAT SHIT HURT

[nonas-third-tantrum]

Pls know I had an awful shift at work and then got the notification for the new blocked tomb post and it immediately improved my day a million percent

aww I’m glad I could help! I’m sending nona to your workplace to give you a hug as we speak

side note: I get a lot of asks like this and…wait hold on I’ll let nona explain

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Harryanthe and Mistynat are so similar to me like what if you took the worst blonde lesbian in the world and had her be absolutely obsessed with the brunette who’s sopping wet cat energy bewitches every sapphic nearby. Destined to hold those women in their arms while they hallucinate phantom bitches instead of said blondes

[girlmadeofclockwork]

Spotify/Youtube

Playlist for Silas Octakiseron/Colum Asht

(this is all @feydrautha’s fault by the way for finally reading the book and then getting me invested in this ship)

[lorebird]

My stupid gay ass partner got me hyperfixated on pjo and specifically Luke Castellan, and brother. I'm in DIRE straits. I've already reread the lightning thief entirely and am 1/3 thru sea of monsters. I just want to see cool art of him but the tag is Completely Overrun by x readers

[witches-and-weirdos]

I made this just a few chapters into reading Gideon The Ninth, so early that I even switched up their eyes.

I had no idea back then just how far more relevant (and disastrous) this would become later...