#lacrimae rerum

[sirmanmister]

Lacrimae Rerum

Falloutober day 16

“there are tears for things and mortal things touch the mind”

This is one of my favourite things I’ve drawn all month, maybe one of my favs of Damien of all time. I am SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS TO YOU DAMIEN BUT THE PLOTS THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS 💪😔

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

The world is a world of tears and the burdens of mortality touch the heart.

from The Aeneid by Virgil

[epestrefe]

Lacrimae Rerum (1962) του Νίκου Νικολαΐδη

Videoclip πάνω στην ημιτελή του Schubert - μια συλλεκτική προβολή. 

Πλάνο από τα γυρίσματα να σκηνοθετεί

[falloutober]

Falloutober is back this year with 31 days of apocalyptic prompts! Just as with other years, you are welcome to fill these from any fandom or original story, knowledge of Fallout not required!

Interpret these literally, figuratively, symbolically, astronomically, aeronautically, cytoplasmically, you know, however you want! Kink, whump, fluff, art, lit, screenarchery, music, just have fun! You can merge and swap days around too as desired!

If you want me to see your posts and potentially reblog them to the falloutober blog, make sure to tag them #falloutober2023 or @ the blog in your post!

Alternate Prompts: 2020 | 2021 | 2022

Typed list below the cut!

1 | War Never Changes 2 | Neon 3| Distant Glow 4 | Daddy-O 5 | This Thing Called Defeat 6 | Monument 7 | Midnight Ride 8 | Faith, Hope, & Love 9 | Butcher Pete 10 | Terminal 11 | Fallen Star 12 | Rust 13 | Civilization 14 | Afterdamp 15 | Keeping Warm 16 | Lacrimae Rerum 17 | Fang & Club 18 | Respite 19| Feral 20 | Wayward Souls 21 | Mutation 22 | Heat Lightning 23 | Homecoming 24 | Cigarette 25 | Pound of Flesh 26 | Ink Spots 27 | Green 28 | Cold, Dark 29 | Shrapnel 30 | Atom 31 | This Little Light

[typosandtea]

Falloutober 2023 Day 16 (late): Lacrimae Rerum

Or “tears of things”

I can’t think of a thing more likely to weep than codsworth :(

[jessamine-rose]

⋆˚*♱ Vivamus, Moriendum Est ♱*˚⋆

“Let us live, since we must die.” -Seneca

♡ Jessamine’s What in Hell is Bad? masterlist

♡ Heartbeat - Sub! Sitri x Reader + extra

♡ Dance with the Devil - nsfw hcs for Sitri, Leviathan, Astaroth, Glasyalabolas, Paimon, Amon, Marbas, Gabriel, Minhyeok

♡ Sunt Lacrimae Rerum - a gift for Lucifer

♡ Forbidden Fruit - nsfw hcs for Bathin, Satan, Marbas, Barbatos, Naberius, Zagan, Astaroth

♡ Venus Callipyge - Mammon’s favorite statue

♡ Leviathan is sick of Mammon + Satan’s kinks

♡ Taking out your sadism on Satan

[writing-reference-redux]

I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

Iacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

[theoptia]

Vernon Scannell, from "Sunt Lacrimae Rerum"

Text ID: On that dark thread of sadness which is time

[lifeinpoetry]

No— it was the sort of seeing that unfastens the lacrimae rerum, tears of things. We drowned, not knowing we stood in water.

— Maya C. Popa, from "The Tears of Things," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[rayewarrrd]

sunt lacrimae rerum

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

...the mere sense of the lacrimae rerum, of the tears of which the world is made, and of the sadness of all human things...

from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde 

[alocowberry]

I knocked it out of the park with this one I think..

Falloutober day 16 (made me cry): Lacrimae Rerum

Prompts by @falloutober

[userdogmeat]

sunt lacrimae rerum

@falloutober - 16

Preston Garvey found refuge in the Sole Survivor's compassion and understanding of human sorrow, offering him and the Minutemen a new chance at life.

Cover of Sunt lacrimae rerum, 1931; dialogue from Fallout 4; Fallout 4 Post-War Sanctuary Hills concept art; "Lacrimae Rerum: building a bridge between literary and monumental commemoration" by Alex Donnelly; "The Battle of Lexington" by William Barnes Wollen; screenshot of Preston Garvey from Fallout 4; "The Aeneid" Book 1, lines 566-568 by Virgil, translated by Stanley Lombardo; "Two Dead" by Käthe Kollwitz

[aith-art]

Falloutober 2023 - Day 16

"lacrimae rerum"

Prompt by - @falloutober

Word Count - 501

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt - These men know the pathos of life, and mortal things touch their hearts - The Aenied

They’d been travelling together for so long now he almost forgot why he’d decided to go along on the merry misadventure. It had been in part because of the persuasive talent of his travelling partner, but also a need to get out. He could subtly check on his old friends while out here. 

The Remnants. The edge that the NCR might just need at the Dam. How could he bring this up to the Courier? Would Jules even agree to look for them? They had to know that he was keeping something from them. He’d made one to many comments in pre-war ruins, they’d asked one to many clever questions that he refused to answer for them to not know there was something beneath the innocent scientist from the Fort. 

Veronica had noticed. Even tried intterorgating him for information when Jules wasn’t around. Arcade couldn’t help but think that Veronica didn’t like him too much. He couldn’t think she’d like him any more if he told her the truth. The Brotherhood of Steel hadn’t exactly gotten along well with the Enclave, stories from the east told that clear enough. 

Arcade stood in the foyer to the Lucky 38, Veronica and the eyebot at his side, they all waited for Jules’ return from her meeting with House. Arcade still couldnt work out entirely why Jules had agreed to work with House, he was clearly using them for his personal gain, and yet they continued to work for him. He had to suppose that it was better than the potential of Legion control, but I couldn’t tell how much better. His unexplored resentment for the NCR for the death of his father and pushing him out to the Mojave left them as a none option to Arcade. In reality he just wanted an independent Vegas, where the people all got a say and got what they needed when they needed. It was idealistic but it was the best thing for everyone. 

He knew he needed to tell Jules about the Remenants, even if they don’t go find them. He felt he needed to confess to them about his life. They had faced the worst of the wasteland, almost died for something they hadn’t understood, and yet Jules continued to help everyone they came across. Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt, these men know the pathos of life, and mortal things touch their hearts. Jules had seen the worst, Arcade was safe with them. Jules had a forgiving soul. She’d deal with any backlash from Veronica. Jules was a good leader. He could trust them. His plight would not go unheard. 

The elevator dinged. The doors opened. Jules stepped out, shaken from something in the meeting. Arcade knew they’d need a distraction from their upcoming job, he saw his opportunity. 

“I need to talk to you about something. If you have a minute.” 

Jules gave one last energetic shake, expelling the last of their anxiety at what was to come, “Sure, what’s up?”

[jessamine-rose]

⋆ Sunt Lacrimae Rerum ⋆

Of all devils, I didn’t think Lucifer would be the second to inspire his own one-shot. Fun fact, this idea was originally for my next set of WHB headcanons but it expanded into its own fic. Thanks for the brainrot and historical revelations, Lucifer ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Note:: Pre-release Lucifer, dacryphilia

♡ 0.8k words under the cut ♡

As Lucifer’s lover, you are a willing subject to his desires. The taste of your tears, the sight of your crying face, his influence over your body—all of it constitutes his forbidden fruit, one he can never get enough of.

Unfortunately, due to your roles in Hell, the two of you rarely have time for each other. Days can pass in Lucifer’s absence, in the company of other devils, in a haze of longing and insecurity. At times, you wonder: Does he miss you? How can you retain his favor in spirit?

The idea comes in the form of a memory. Once, while browsing the internet, you came across a photo of vintage “tear-catchers.” According to the description, the aesthetic vials were used by mourning Victorians; a few were even found in ancient Greek and Roman tombs. Granted, you’re still alive and your lover prefers fresh tears, but it would be a nice keepsake. A small part of you forever in his possession.

Thus begins your mission to prepare a special gift for Lucifer! First, you ask your friends to help you acquire a tear-catcher. After a few questions and odd looks, Ppyong brings you to the best craftsman in Gehenna. The glass-blower is also confused by your commission, but it doesn’t take long for them to create a personalized tear-catcher.

Next, you have to fill the vial with your own tears. This is achieved by watching sad movies, cutting onions, and following tutorials on how to cry. Now the final step is to present it to your beloved and witness his reaction~

⋆ ✦ ⋆

“Oh, what’s this?”

As expected, the tear-catcher is a perfect fit for Lucifer. Gilt, black enamel, and scarlet beads form a serpentine design. A ruby, sculpted in the shape of a familiar horn, serves as the stopper. Most curious are the contents, a clear liquid of higher viscosity than water.

On his desk rests an opened box and untied ribbons. Carefully, you place the gift in his hands and offer a bright smile.

“Do you like it? It was made just for you!”

He accepts it, eyes alight with curiosity. “This fluid feels familiar. Is this…?”

Your smile widens. “Yup, these are my tears! You’re probably familiar with tear-catchers, right? I commissioned a craftsman to make one, then I used it every time I cried. What do you think?”

A product of your blood, sweat, and tears—minus the blood.

For a few seconds, Lucifer just stares at the gift. Black nails carefully grip the bottle, tilting it ever so slightly to make the tears flow. You remain in front of his desk, shifting your stance.

Finally, he looks up. Gold eyes make contact with yours, bright with amusement.

“It’s pretty,” he comments. “And I can only imagine the effort it took to fill it with your own tears.”

He likes it! “You’re welcome!”

“But I do wonder,” he continues. He sets down the bottle, curiosity overtaking his features. “You do know that tear-catchers are a hoax, yes?”

…What?

He takes your silence as an answer. “No such item existed in the Victorian era or any historical period. In reality, what humans call ‘tear-catchers’ are actually perfume bottles. One of this type would typically be disposed of once empty.”

“I…I see.” Your smile falters, pride giving way to chagrin. “Of course, someone like you would’ve immediately recognized it if they were legit. Ahh now everyone’s reactions make sense.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

A soft laugh interrupts your thoughts.

When you look up, the tear-catcher is off the desk. Lucifer holds it up to the light, a soft smile making its way to his face.

“Nonetheless, I appreciate the gesture,” he tells you. His eyes are blown wide, light against darkness. “And your pride was absolutely delicious, so do remain satisfied with your present. It will be of great comfort to me during our time apart.”

“I…all right!” Your cheeks remain flushed but no longer from embarrassment. “That is good to hear. At least my time wasn’t wasted.”

“Besides.” He rises from his desk, leaning closer to caress your cheek. “I prefer seeing your tears on your face. Won’t you indulge me again, ______?”

⋆ BONUS ⋆

______: SEVEN DAYS!!

Satan: What are they talking about?

Ppyong: It’s not that big of a deal—

Sitri: We wanted to honor your dedication—

______: That’s how long you stood by and watched me cry into a fake antique! Do you know how difficult it was to deposit my tears into such a tiny bottle?!

♡

Still hornii?? Read my other WHB fics <3

To think that I learned the truth of the tear-catcher because of an R18 game….y’all can also thank @diodellet for inspiring this idea during a chat about Genshin *cough* I highly recommend her Lyney fic *cough*

Among the devils we haven’t met yet, Lucifer piqued my interest by virtue of looking so pretty. I can’t wait to learn more about him~

Tag a WHB enjoyer!! @sparkbeast20 @2af-afterdark @pinkaditty @h2o2-and-baking-soda @paradivis @gr0tesquerom4ntica @dobaekki @obeythisass @karinyawhb22 @yanmaresu @jazeswhbvault @devilmen-collector

[darling-leech]

Lacrimae rerum.