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[pretty-ionic]

Lo bueno de la ciencia es que es cierta independientemente de si crees o no en ella

Neil deGrasse Tyson

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[cheolhub]

LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

wc. 2.3k

warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 

you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 

then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 

he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.

now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.

seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 

so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”

you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.

“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”

you mumble, “i-i do.” 

he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”

he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.

“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 

he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”

you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 

“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 

“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 

you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 

he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 

you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 

he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?

“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”

your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”

“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 

you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 

“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”

you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 

your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 

“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 

you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”

“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.

you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 

admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.

“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”

you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 

seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 

“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 

and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 

who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?

he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 

his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 

the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 

he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 

“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”

his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.

your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 

he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 

“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 

he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 

“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.

he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.

“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”

you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 

his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 

“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.

it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.

you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  

“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 

as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.

“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”

you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”

he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”

you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 

he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.

“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 

“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?” he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”

you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”

his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”

you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”

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[snowsinterlude]

favorite muse. (muse coriolanus x artist reader)

summary: coriolanus was and have always been your muse. you were his favorite artist, and he'd gladly pose naked for you if that is what you want.

c.w: artist reader x muse boyfriend coriolanus, nudism, fluff, modern au, drabble (?), short au, soft, just a inner monologue i had with myself that i decided to pass to here, nothing sexual.

you loved him.

the boy seating right in front your canvas was your muse. the reason to your sudden will to draw, something you had stopped doing years ago.

it was just a hobby, after all.

however, now it was much more, you loved him. you loved drawing him, getting every detail right, from his loose curls to his lashes and the shading of the ambient, you made sure to pass it down on every painting how much you loved him.

you always seemed happier when drawing him. it didn't matter if your back ached and killed you because of the awful position you choose to draw him, you loved him. you memorized every frame, every scar, every birthmark.

you met him at the art academy, he was doing a favor to the teacher and had to pose naked for the class, of course, jot entirely naked, more like covered in a white silk fabric like he was a greek god.

and fuck, he looked so pretty, you were the last one to finish it, everybody on the class was gone and you were still drawing him, glancing over your canvas as you drew him, as you put in detail everything that your eyes could get.

your wrist, your back and your shoulders could feel painfully terrible on you, it didn't matter, you were almost done with your painting, what was supposed to be a sketch was, now, a complete painting of him despicted as a greek god.

"fuck, you did all of this in the last two hours?" a voice behind you asked, making you jump and scream in surprise, the pencil on your hand meeting the bastard's face with green paint and

fuck. it was him.

"oh my god i'm so sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't- i thought you were still sitting there-" you said, trying to desperately brush off the paint on his cheek. he laughed at your despair.

"it's fine. i'm the one to put at fault for scaring you like that. at least the paint didn't get on your painting" he said, looking over your shoulder, closely to the painting. it was beautiful. he was beautiful. he could tell it was him by the dozens of birthmarks you captured on his body, his face looking down at a lake while he sat on a greek ionic column. "you're so good at painting. i'm glad i was a muse to you."

his words seemed to woke you up, you looked at him with a desperate twinkle on your eyes, holding the brush tightly.

"can you... can you keep being my muse?" you asked, to his surprise. and to your surprise, he accepted gladly.

so now, seven months ahead from that moment, your boyfriend was sitting across your seat, posing naked to you.

"darling," you called, looking at him with a smile on your lips. there was paint on your cheek, a bit on your nose and a lot on your arms. "i've finished it."

your announcement seemed to make him wake up, looking at you with those bright blue eyes as he walked to you, wrapping the towel around his waist.

however, he didnt even look at you, too preoccupied with kissing you than to look at the painting.

"wait- don't you wanna see it?" you asked while he took you on his lap, hands on your thighs as he kisssed your neck.

"i don't need to see it, i know what you're capable of, darling. i'm sure it's as beautiful as all the others you did, but it's never gonna be prettier than you." he said, sweetly, and you melted away on his kisses and honeyed up words, giving in to his kisses as he took you to your room, his hands brushing on your cheek and smearing off the paint.

ah. you loved him too much.

[forgottenfourr]

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you cannot express the level of panic you felt approaching gyuvin’s dorm. nearly everything in you is telling you to turn back and tell him that something has come up. but next thing you know you are standing face to face with his front door, hand in the air ready to knock. 

you WERE going to knock. you just… needed a few minutes. maybe a walk around the block? yeah, maybe that’ll help. just some fresh air and then you’ll come back and just tell him you got caught up at rehearsal or something.

yeah! just some fresh air will work- and hanbin just opened the door.

“yn?” thank god he was the first to speak.

you clear your throat. “yeah! hanbin right?”

the bright smile on his face lets you know you were right.

“i am assuming you’re here for gyuvin? for your little date thing?”

“it is NOT a date!” you jump at his words

“that’s what i’ve been telling him too,” gyuvin laughs at your urgency to set hanbin straight.

“alright and that’s my cue,” hanbin says, leaving you and gyuvin alone in the doorway.

“so uh, do you want to go to this cafe nearby?” you ask, nerves now taking over your body.

“yeah sure, i’d love to.” his words almost immediately calming you.

——————

the walk to the cafe is… awkward.

you can tell gyuvin has something to say but he won’t say it. and you sure as hell aren’t going to ask what he’s thinking about because what if he isn’t thinking about anything and you just straight up embarrass yourself? absolutely not.

“do you remember when we were trainees and we would sneak out when our manager wasn’t paying attention to go get food?” gyuvin breaks the silence.

your heart feels warm at the memory. things used to be so carefree when you guys were trainees. you didn’t have to deal with all of the pressure and then.

“of course i do. at some point they knew where to find us if we weren’t in our dorm.” his laugh joins yours, the sound filling your heart with joy.

——————

his order is still the same. which is something you probably should’ve expected. he wasn’t one to change much.

it was admirable about him. he stayed strong and passionate about the things he loved. he always had. even with life constantly changing around him. it was something you wished you could do. you always envied him for that. for his goofy and carefree personality. 

“you drink coffee now?” he asks while gesturing to the cup in your hands.

“yeah, the boys are pretty exhausting. it feels like i am a father of 5 sometimes.”

his smile falters at your comment, making your heart drop.

“it seems like a good fit for you.” his voice sounds sincere, “ionic i mean, you guys work well together.”

“thank you gyuv, it means a lot coming from you.” 

he sighs, “i used to be so mad whenever i watched your performances. i wanted to be up on stage with you. together.”

his words break your heart in a way you cannot explain. 

“oh gyub, i’m sorry. if i was able to debut with you i would’ve.”

“would you have though?”

his question shocks you, “of course, i would’ve.”

“but you didn’t,” he sighs, “you didn’t even tell me you were leaving yn. you just left one day and i never heard from you again.”

he stares at his hands in his lap. 

“i’m sorry gyuvin,” you sound defeated, you nearly forgot about why you guys were meeting up in the first place. “i didn’t know how to tell you. i didn’t want you to hate me and the thought of you hating me for leaving you destroyed me. i was scared.”

“but you did leave me. you know that right? you just up and abandoned me with no explanation. when you left i didn’t just lose my roommate, i lost my best friend.”

his words weigh on your heart.

“and when i saw your debut a few months later i was so angry. i was so mad at you. i had thought you died and there you were on stage doing the thing we promised we would achieve together.”

“and you did achieve it gyub! you debuted and i’m so proud of you!” even the smile you plaster on your face couldn’t convince you that what you did was okay.

“that’s not the point yn,” he sighs again.

“i’m so sorry gyuvin, i don’t know what else to say.”

he stays silent as he listens to you, expecting you to say more.

“but i’m here now. i know it’s a couple years too late but i am here. and i won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to. but if you don’t want me back in your life i understand.”

he perks up at your words.

“you’re here now? yeah?”

“i mean yeah, if you want me to be.”

“of course i want you to be, yn. i’ve missed you so much.”

you smile at his words, a familiar feeling fluttering in your chest.

“i missed you too gyub, so much.”

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[annczakdy]

After Neil Gaiman said that there was a planned scene where dream walks in the classroom while Hob is giving a lecture. Somehow, I get the image that Hob holds little black cat shaped Morpheus out to show to his students just like the ionic lion king scene.

i have no talent so can somebody draw that? pretty please😭😭😭

[hidden-poet]

heyyy, I saw your post about the difference between movie!coryo and book!coryo, and you mentioned that this change (or the movie) diminished Sejanus and Lucy Gray as Characters. Can you expand more about that? I LOVE LOVE that analysis, thank you so much <333

why, yes I can! thank you so much for the ask

In my opinion, both Lucy-grey and sejanus were written down to be very 2D characters. The movie makers really tried hard to keep the focus on Coriolanus and as a result the building blocks of the two characters were either giving to Coriolanus or ignored completely.

Firstly, Lucy-Grey. The movie made her out to be totally dependent on Coriolanus. She only survived the Hunger games because of him. This may of been true with the snakes, however what we don't see in the movie is how resourceful she is.

Movie Coriolanus is pushed to be the mastermind of manipulating the games through showmanship. However, book Lucy-grey is always preforming, long before Coriolanus even cons on. She blows a kiss to the audience and waves as she is taking away during the reaping. Even the Peacekeepers there find her charming. In the movie she was very weak. A brazen performance was given from the book lucy-grey, just a brave performance was given by movie Lucy-grey.

This watering down of her cheek and charm continued through the movie. The first encounter was the same as in the book but the dynamic was intentionally skewed. In the book it was lucy-grey who held the high ground. She was preforming for him again at the train station. Almost taunting him as she spoke. Your roses don't mean anything to me, my mama used to bath me in them. She sizes him up to the point where he is worried that she is going to walk away or laugh at him. While the dialogue is the same as the movie, the deliverance is not. Book Lucy-grey was almost belittling him. The lines; 'Ah a rebel'; 'well, good luck, Gorgeous' were mocking lines. Where's in the movie they come across almost flirty.

Book lucy-grey was amusing herself with him. Movie Lucy-grey seemed like she actually wanted his help. This is reinforced as they progress to the next scene. Book lucy-grey walks away from Coriolanus at her own accord, not taking his rose. Movie lucy-grey is shoved by Peacekeepers and takes the rose out of his hand. Even their actions in the movie are focused on highlighting Coriolanus.

Coriolanus in the movie was given a much stronger character then in the book. In the book Coriolanus asks permission from a drunk peacekeeper to get into the van. He is worried to be around the tributes, and lucy-grey pays him no mind at all while he is there. He kicks reaper in the crotch (Which is a universal cowards move) when pinned.

Not compare this to the movie. Coriolanus jumps in while peacekeepers are distracted. A strong, masculine move. "Hi" he greets unafraid.

The ionic line "What's the matter, pretty boy? are you in the wrong cage?' gets changed to give him an air of superiority.

"No, this is exactly the cage I was waiting for".

gets swapped for

"No, this cage is delightful".

Clearly, one of these is powerful then the other.

The former is an explanation. A timid and unthought out response to a anxiety filled situation.

The latter is a 'fuck you'.

Now it is hard to deny that Lucy-grey saves him by asking the tributes if they got family back home in both cases. However, movie Coriolanus is given the doubt that he could have been ok without her. While the book shows how fucked he actually was. Book lucy-grey gets up and places herself between Coriolanus and the tributes!!!!! she was his protector! But that role is reversed in the movie. The cage tips and Coriolanus reaches out for Lucy-grey holding them both up for a second before falling. Book Coriolanus tries to save himself only to be unable and land in the zoo.

In these slight changes, the power gets shifted to Coriolanus and it is hard to see lucy-grey thinking for herself.

She is the one who makes it very clear that she knew her survival depended on her performance, and calls him to arms to preform with her. Her character building blocks were given to Coriolanus in this they transfer her charm and cunningness to him.

She puts the rose behind her own ear, she puts the poison in the compact, it was lucy-grey who suggested that the Capital citizens bring food for the tributes because 'no fun watching the games if we're all to weak' to fight. Coriolanus was left playing catch up to her performance.

In the book it seemed like she was the one manipulating Coriolanus not the other way around. They also cut a lot of her humor and charm. Don't even get me started on the reunion scene at the Hob. There was no fists flying for her honor. She looked after herself and Coriolanus looked after himself. Like all throughout the book. She was also the one to push to stop at the cabin were he found the guns. In which there was no loose end conversation. She knew straight away, he was not to be trusted.

The case scene was a lot more hunter vs hunter, then hunter vs prey. In the movie it looked like she just ran senselessly . In the book Coriolanus figured out she willfully drew him out so she could get back to the cabin to get a gun and that's how he caught her.

In the book she was a victor. In the movie she was a survivor.

Now my biggest pet peeve, Sejanus. Dear god, they watered down that man in the movie. Talk about a green flag man. He is first introduced as a memory of a shy and sensitive little boy with big brown eyes being builled at the play ground. It perfectly sums him up.

He is only ever shown to be a good friend to Coriolanus (Waving at him and ensuring Coriolanus is ok in pretty much every scene). And boy! the compassion. He spoke up every time someone compared the tributes to animals. He was much braver outspeaking in the books and a hell of a lot more sassier to Dr Gaul.

A very important note was that it was Sejanus who first fed the tributes. Going to the zoo with sandwiches and plums for everyone, not only Marcus. He refused to play the game along side Coriolanus and Lucy-grey. He tried to get out of mentoring at every opportunity, he couldn't eat at points in the story, everything Coriolanus did that was good either came at the expense of Sejanus or by the side of Sejanus.

He was shown to be a man overcome with compassion and the drive to always do the right thing. When Arachne died, Sejanus sprinkled crumbs over the dead tributes body as per his capital 2 tradition, showcasing these attributes.

We really got to see more of his personality during the peacekeeper training at the end. He was a top shooter we learnt, and it was him that got pushed into officer training but turned it down and offered it to Coriolanus.

He then tracked Lucy-grey down for Coriolanus, helped Coriolanus prepare for his officer training, encouraging him along the way, Shared all of the food Ma sent him with his friends at the compound.

He shared everything he had with others, always wanting to help. He wanted to change the bigger picture of the districts but also focused on helping people with every day tasks. He helped the covey with chores, and carried Maud ivory when her feet hurt from walking.

While I do believe there was enough stage presence for Lucy-grey and Coriolanus, I can see why they chose to dilute Sejanus. There is no way, Coriolanus could have been responsible for his death and still have audiences like him. In the same manner, they gave the building blocks of his character to elevate Coriolanus to the audience.

They took the sweetness and quite hardness from Sejanus, and the cheekiness and truthfulness of Lucy-grey.

What we got instead was a soft, impulsive boy that Coriolanus had to save multiple times, that probably would have ended up dead anyway, and damsel in distress that relied upon Coriolanus's wit to survive.

No hate to the movie at all. I loved it.

But Movie Coriolanus came at the cost of book Lucy-grey and Sejanus characters.

[iphig3nia]

Campus || Sebastian Sallow

“Then I see you, you’re walking across the campus, cruel professor, studying romances.”

(Modern AU! I picked his major from vibes alone, Sebastian = Major Drama Queen)

cw - none

a/n || me when I romanticize walking on campus and looking mysterious

—

Sebastian twiddles his pencil in his fingers, a string of words and code going in and out his ears.

He places the pencil down and rubs his face slowly. The energy drink seems to not be giving him the energy it so colorfully advertised. Sebastian can feel the life from his very eyes draining, his eyes are definitely glazing over. He’s barely hanging on when the professor brings the lecture to an end, shouting something about a coding project due soon.

Sebastian zips his backpack up and leaves the room along with a flurry of other students, some looking even more dead than him. Walking outside he breathes in the fresh air. The campus looks more lively this time of year, it even does some wonders for the STEM part of the university. The brutalist and modern buildings seem more happier with the budding trees and blossoms surrounding it. Walking from his computer science class, Sebastian starts the walk to the other part of campus.

You groan as you quickly exit your dorm, anxiously waiting for the elevator to come bring you down to the first level of the building. You took way too long to make yourself look cute today, but it’s totally worth it. You exit the dormitory and begin the walk to the nearly ancient building where your class meets. You admire the trees blooming with flowers and the clear blue sky. The green grass and flowers scattered around add so much beauty to the old brick buildings. With their dark green vines crawling up the side and their ionic columns looming over you. Oh fuck, did you even finish the readings for today? You sigh as you lose yourself in your thoughts.

You pass by a fountain and catch your eyes glancing at a passing student. He looks so, tired? You can’t help but make note of how cute he is. You walk past him.

Sebastian nearly chokes on his drink. Slowly turning around, watching you walk away. He has never seen a more beautiful person in his entire life. His eyes now wide awake after walking past you.

He faces forward now deep in thought. What major are you? He’s never ever seen you anywhere on the STEM side of the campus, are you a liberal arts major? He would definitely notice you if he ever saw you in his labs or computer science classes. How could he not notice you, how could anyone not notice you. How could no on except for him turn around to gaze at your beauty more?? Clearly these other students don’t have eyes, maybe that’s for the best. That means that no one else has seen you so therefore Sebastian as every right to ask you out-

“You dropped this.”

Sebastian’s breath hitches. You tap gently on his arm, trying to get his attention. He gulps and turns back around, taking a slow sip of his energy drink. You hold out his phone to him, was he really that zoned out he didn’t even see the phone drop out of his pocket? He takes it and returns it to his pocket. “Thanks..” he forces the word out of his mouth, suddenly feeling as if his throat is closing up and constricting all words and air. Sebastian is now extremely aware of how he looks: dark circles under his eyes, wrinkly shirt, sweatpants, messy hair, he’s pretty sure he shaved his beard, oh god did he even put deodorant on this morning-

“I’ll see you around then!”

You smile and wave at him, remembering you had a literature class to attend and a very stern professor.

Sebastian is absolutely mortified.

His sigh turns into a groan of annoyance. How could he be so stupid, AGAIN? Another chance to talk to you, wasted. He must’ve scared you off, his appearance definitely gave off red flags. If it wasn’t the appearance it had to have been the way he was chugging his energy drink like his life depended on it. Or maybe it was the way he didn’t even remember if he put deodorant on, or maybe you don’t like guys who use old spice. Even more worse, you probably don’t even like computer science guys. If it wasn’t the clothes it’s definitely the major that’s a red flag. He sluggishly continues walking, he’ll never find love again after seeing you. Sebastian could burst out into tears, like a dream you were gone in an instant. What cruel god has decided to play theses tricks on him!

Sebastian finds a quiet corner in the library with a table and chair. He sits down and slowly lets his head fall and hit the table.

You somehow made it to class just on time, saving yourself from a harsh fate of being pointed out by your professor. You zone out at your table, that guy earlier was pretty handsome. He had such lovely eyes, the warmest brown. If the sunlight hit them just right you’re sure the color would turn to a honey-like amber. And his freckles, they dotted his face like stars. You smile as you flip to a page in your book, not reading the words but thinking about how the boy’s hair was so floppy and so adorable. Maybe if you keep walking the same way at the same time everyday, you’ll see him again. Yes! You’re sure that’s how you’ll see him again, you’ll walk all around campus just for a chance to find him. “You okay?” You turn to your friend Poppy and smile sheepishly, speaking in a hushed whisper.

“I think, I met a boy today on campus.”

[the-ocean-is-scary]

Yeah this person is cool and all but do they know how chemical bonding works?

Yeah, they're pretty awesome but do they know the difference between ionic, covalent, and metallic bonds? Do they know how to correctly name them? Do they know that dihydrogen monoxide is the scientific term for H2O? Do they know that ionic compounds transfer electrons rather than sharing them? Do they know?

[academiawho]

130 Day Productivity Challenge!

28 April, 2024 - Day 128

I revised P Block grp 13 and 14 along with their trends and some important allotropes and properties.

I updated my mistake book from yesterday's test and revised it till before the test.

I gave my last AIATS today, it went pretty well.

I solved doubtful questions from that paper and revised some concepts related to it.

I solved questions from Ionic Equilibrium and Laws of Motion.

I marked and analysed NEET 2023 paper in terms of easy, moderate and difficult.

I solved some questions my mother tested me on.

Hope your day went well💛

[pretty-ionic]

Reflexión random #1

El otro día estaba viendo una receta vegana de algo dulce, no recuerdo bien qué, pero estaban listando los ingredientes harina, leche de avena, levadura... y deje de ponerle atención ya que comencé a pensar ¿La levadura es vegana? según mis conocimientos culinarios (poco) la levadura es un hongo, algo vivo, lo cual ayuda a fermentar las masas pero más allá de eso no se. Empecé a investigar, y llegue a la conclusión que la levadura es considerada vegana ya que en sí es un hongo, un organismo celular que ayuda a fermentar (fermentación del tipo alcohólica) hidratos de carbonos, pero según PETA y muchos otros sitios webs que comparten información sobre este estilo de vida, dicen que a pesar que la levadura sea un organismo unicelular, no es de origen animal. Y la justificación de esto es que está en todo, es decir, en las plantas, el suelo, en frutos, etc. Me parece muy curioso. ¿Qué les parece a ustedes?

[middleland]

Ivy covered silo, Fremont, OH by Equinox27

Via Flickr:

This wonderful silo sits by the side of the road (US 6) west of Fremont, Ohio. Whoever built this farm had a very classy sense of style. Besides a silo that looks like a small castle, there is a concrete arbor with Ionic capitals and an incredible Queen Ann house with a tower that is almost completely obscured by spruce trees. I can't help it, I always stop when passing by and get another photo. This wouldn't pass muster as documentation, I'm afraid. I didn't like the houses & junk along the horizon so I got rid of them as well as the power lines. It was just too pretty for all that reality. Trees are ok!

[victoriajamessl]

I Spy Something Green

I Spy Something Green

Featuring Apple Blossom and Ladybird. Forgive the shortness of the post today but I have a busy next couple of weeks at work as we changeover from summer to fall. It’s definitely that time of year and by the end of next week I hate to say it but part of my displays will include a few Christmas items! Now THAT is pushing it! My vacation that I have been counting down for over 500 days now…well I…

[positivelybeastly]

Simon says 🎲

7. A romantic kiss.

"So, what's this new form supposed to be?"

Hank blinks, and turns from where he's laying on the Avengers Mansion roof. It's newly completed, and he swears he's just stress testing it, but really he just wanted a moment of respite from the party going on downstairs. It was, as with all things Janet van Dyne, simultaneously very chic, very stylish, and yet all together too much - an excellent time, to be sure, but exhausting.

Hank's spent a lot of the last few years feeling exhausted, if he's honest. Which . . . well. Given the company he's currently keeping, it's hard not to be.

Honest, that is. He was never too exhausted for Simon.

"Simon! I hope I haven't drawn you away from the festivities - there's really no need to concern yourself, I just needed a breath of fresh air."

He's just hovering there, as beautiful as the day Hank first laid eyes on him. Why wouldn't he be? He's ionic. A collection of atoms and molecules so completely and utterly distinct that to call him a Wonder Man is both an absolutely correct appellation and the world's worst misnomer. He'll outlast them all - Hank knows that as surely as he knows the warped, frayed edges of his own genome. They've both been utterly transformed, but while Hank's only made himself look less and less human, Simon just . . . persists. Forever beautiful.

Electrically charged atoms, clustered so tightly and so densely that they form wisps of purple, surround him, and if Hank were feeling more himself, he might tease that there's a charge in the air tonight. Instead, he just smiles. He finds it hard to stop himself from smiling at Simon. He probably looks drunk. He has been drinking a little.

But if Simon thinks so, he doesn't say or show it. Instead, he floats like the proverbial cloud so that he's hovering right above and to the left of Hank, carefully setting himself down by his old buddy, his old pal. A less knowledgeable Simon scholar might think that he'd be easier to read if only he would take off those glasses, but Hank's well aware that if he did, there'd only be the red.

And he's never needed to see his eyes to read Simon.

"Jan's in fine form tonight."

Hank laughs, and immediately the tension he didn't quite realise he was feeling unfurls like a jolly caterpillar. "Isn't she just? I seem to recall the Professor doing something similar, years ago, back after Genosha. A rush of activity, a burst of energy, as if to prove it wasn't all for nothing, that life goes on. Granted, I think we're in a damned better place than we were back then."

Were they? Hank's not so sure. He's teaching at Harvard now, which wouldn't have happened 10 years ago. He knows that from personal, lived experience - after his second successful application to the school, one of the custodians had seen fit to give him his old red maroon suit jacket he'd thrown on the floor of the Dean's office in a fit of pique when his first application had been denied. But for everyone else, well . . .

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we are, actually."

"Optimism, Simon? Your wonders never cease."

Simon sees the punchline coming a mile away, walks into it. They laugh. This is comfortable, isn't it? This is nice.

"I think . . . I think Wanda and I finally broke it off, today. We talked, at the park, and it . . . well, there's more to talk about. But it felt pretty definitive."

Ah. So, that's why Wanda had hugged Hank when she'd seen him.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. You were good for one another."

Simon snorts. It's a strange noise to hear out of that movie star mouth and filtered through the '40s Transatlantic accent that he always seems to settle on, and it makes Hank start a little.

"No we weren't. She wasn't what I needed, and I wasn't what she wanted. Never has been, and I never have been."

Good use of tenses, Simon. It was all Hank could think as he looks at the other man, rubbing his thumbs together.

". . . Well. Regardless. I always thought you were at least nice together."

"Is that why you turned up on that date all those years back wearing my old safari jacket? Because Wanda and I were nice together?"

Jesus Christ, Simon, go for my damn well jugular, why don't you?! Hank sat up at that, looking momentarily offended, utterly confused, absolutely bamboozled. Now Simon really is unreadable, just sitting there, staring at him. It says a lot about the both of them and the way they've left things, the way they've been skirting around each other's edges, that they both know exactly what Simon's talking about, despite it being one dumb date night Hank had crashed over a decade ago that most people would have just let fade into the annals of forgettable fun.

Well, now. Where in the nine rings of Hell did he go from here?

"It's, ah. It's a combination of a few different simian species - macaque, gorilla, ape, etcetera. The form. My new form. Since you asked. It's a little chimeric, if you want to know the genetic details. It retained my yellow eyes, from my feline mutation, however, I'm not quite sure why."

Simon just looks at him. Hank's answered the question, but not the question.

"It was - funny. I was being funny."

"Like Bugs Bunny."

"Precisely! Precisely like Bugs Bunny."

Simon sighs.

"Look, I know you may have spent a good amount of time dead, Simon, but I know when you were born and I know for fact that you know enough about Bugs Bunny to know that Bugs is - is - "

Where was he going with this?

"Oh, whatever . . ."

He turns away, starting to think that maybe he should head back inside. But . . . that would mean away from Simon, even if that's the reason he thinks maybe he should head back inside. His ears twitch as he hears plastic and metal and glass move, and he realises that Simon's taken off his glasses. The thought doesn't really phase him. All he'd see is the red. And, don't get him wrong, he likes the red, it's a reminder that he's not alone in possessing a body so utterly transformed that the windows to the shreds of his soul are tinted, but, not right now.

"Hank."

Oh, all right, fine, he supposes he'll look at his movie star friend a bit more.

He turns back, and starts a little. Again. How is it that Simon's getting the drop on him so many times tonight? Wasn't that supposed to be his gimmick? But then again, he's one of the few people who knows what it means to glance back at Simon and see his real eyes - or, maybe it was better to say his other eyes. That means he's concentrating, holding back that crackle that usually just comes spilling out of him. That's something he usually only does when he has to do a close-up, or if . . .

If there's something he wants to say but he can't quite say.

What is it that Simon wants to say?

Well.

Quite by instinct, Hank finds himself leaning back towards Simon, and . . . well, yes, that is his hand cupping his jaw a little, and well, maybe that is the tips of his fingers stroking at the immaculately trimmed sideburns that he's certain Simon's had for nigh on 30 years now. And maybe that is his thumb, feeling the cold skin of his best friend's cheek.

It's December in New York, and everyone in the city is cold except for Hank McCoy. It's always the way of things. He's always just that mite uncomfortable every time it's vaguely warm, but touching Simon like that, well . . . it's just nice. Funny, isn't it? Hank's got enough letters after his name to fill several alphabets, but he can't think of a word better than nice right now. It simply is nice. He's cool to the touch. Their temperatures reach a natural equilibrium. He's certain that means something, but what, well . . . it's . . . hard. Don't ask him right now. He's busy.

Busy kissing Simon Williams.

He knows what the man tastes like, of course (oh, hush). He's kissed him before. Bugs Bunny, like he said. But this is . . . undeniably something different. There's a difference between a big, loud, lip smacky, comedy kiss, and . . . this. This, touch, this, embrace, this, this. Hank's kissed a lot of people before, been frankly something of a slut in his time, but this is . . . more, than that. This is . . . charged. The fur on the back of his hand stands on delighted end as he spends just a little more time just, kissing, his best friend, and he can feel the ionic charge rippling along his fur. It's, good. Better than good.

Wonderful, actually.

He opens his eyes, and he realises that Simon's let the crackle flow back out. He's staring into red, pulsating energy again. It's like staring into a supernova, imperious and cold in its power. And he knows his own body well enough to know that Simon's staring into a star of his own, golden yellow, warm and knowing. If he'll allow his inner poet to escape him for a moment, something a little celestial is happening, he thinks.

That's - all, he thinks, actually. His mind's gone a little bit blank. His lips are still tingling with ionic charge as Simon looks at him, clearly expecting him to say something. First thing to come to mind, go.

". . . Better than Bugs Bunny?"

Simon laughs.

"Yeah, better than Bugs Bunny, you goof."

[merymoonbeam]

Alpha and Omega

In HoSaB we learned that truth-teller is twin blade to Gwydion/Starsword

The male drew it, and Bryce flinched. Flinched, but—“What the fuck?” The knife could have been the twin of the Starsword: black hilted and bladed. It was its twin. The Starsword began to hum within its sheath, glittering white light leaking from where leather met the dark hilt. The dagger—.The male dropped the dagger to the plush carpet. All of them retreated as it flared with dark light, as if in answer. Alpha and Omega. “Gwydion,” the dark-haired female whispered, indicating the Starsword.(hosab)

What is interesting about this scene is that Sarah used "Alpha and Omega" for them.

And I searched what Alpha and Omega means.

In Christianity it means:

Alpha (Α) and omega (Ω) are the first and last letters, respectively, of the classical (Ionic) Greek alphabet. Thus, the phrase "I am the alpha and the omega" is further clarified with the additional phrase, "the beginning and the end" in Revelation 21:6, 22:13. The first and last letters of the Greek alphabet were used because the book of Revelation is in the New Testament, which was originally written in Greek.This phrase is interpreted by many Christians to mean that Jesus has existed for all eternity or that God is eternal. 

and we have the truth-teller scene with Elain and Azriel (which is an important scene as you can see in this post> Truth teller)

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.(acowar)

so we have:

•Azriel and Elain being light and dark, and Gwydion and Truth-teller are white light and dark light.

we also have:

•Elain as the lovely fawn with blooming spring behind her. Fawn symbolizes new beginnings, good health and innocence, and spring symbolizes new beginnings, rebirth and life.

•Azriel as death. pretty self explanatory.

•Alpha and Omega as "the beginning and the end"

•Life the beginning? and death the end?

Going back to Alpha and Omega meaning...

In Judaism it means:

In Hebrew, the word emet (אמת, meaning "truth"), is referred to as the "Seal of God."[8][9][10] [Cf. Isaiah 44:6[11]] The word is composed of the first, middle, and last letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The midrash explains that emet is made up of the first, middle, and last letters of the Hebrew alphabet (aleph, mem, and tav: אמת). Sheqer (שקר, falsehood), on the other hand, is made up of the 19th, 20th, and 21st (and penultimate) letters. Thus, truth is all-encompassing, while falsehood is narrow and deceiving.

First, middle and last letters of Hebrew alphabet—Aleph, Mem and Taw. They together make the word "emet" which means "truth" and we have truth teller. We also have... Dusk’s truth.

An isle of near-permanent twilight, the home world of her breed of Fae … A land of Dusk. “Dusk’s Truth,” Bryce breathed. It wasn’t just the name of this room that Danika had been talking about with Sofie.(hosab)

Dusk Court. And there was a prophecy about starsword/starsword and its twin knife.

“It’s another of the Fae’s countless inane prophecies,” Bryce muttered. “When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be.(hoeab)

There is also an interesting story about the word emet.

In Jewish mythology it was the word emet that was carved into the head of the golem which ultimately gave it life. But when the letter aleph was erased from the golem's forehead, what was left was "met"—dead. And so the golem died.

we can again see that there is life-death situation going on. With Alpha and Omega meaning emet, emet gave golem life and with erasing the first letter—Aleph—the gollem met its death.

[asheanon]

(This was too long for a comment, so I just wanted to make a post about it. I think it is interesting enough to make a post about, though, to be fair!)

@xkuja Ethereals and your interpretations of Kuja, Terran things and whatnot may have something in common with the whole petrichor/ozone scent deal!

I imagine that scent being pretty darn potent whenever Ethereals do their radiance thing (like Kuja in his trance form.) Especially since they're very ionic/electrical. Even little instances of their abilities could give off hints of that scent too (just as you mentioned with magic and its spark, dark matter, etc.) Etherealism would absolutely be another source of it, no doubt.

I don't really talk about any other sensory things beyond touch/feeling with Ethereals as that's mostly how they operate, but, just as well, I could see the petrichor/ozone smell being a comfort to Ethereals who have a corporeal form with olfactory senses - even if they're at odds with the whole Ethereal thing. I think it's just enough of like - an inherent, instinctive thing that triggers a reaction whenever they smell it. Heck, it may even be a bit predatory too, knowing them and how they feed off of energy. Uh oh... it's like a carnivore smelling blood - or a human smelling freshly baked cookies!

So, like, for Sal, even though she might be at odds with her own Etherealism in a lot of ways, I could still see that scent having a mostly positive effect on her. Plus, she's one of those rainy/stormy weather enjoyers anyway, so...

ALSO, speaking of Sal, I can see why Sal might be fascinating to Kuja in that department too. Hahaha! Freaking A, now you have me thinking that - whenever she spooks around, it's not only something that can be kind of seen and felt, but also smelled! (Same for Chaku, by the way, whenever he may make an appearance. That little guy can also spook around a bit!) 🐈⚡