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Happy IWD don’t be like Gideon
#lon chat#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#nona the ninth#TLT affirmations#palamedes sextus#camilla hect#ianthe tridentarius
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i know it's not a perfect comparison but i would like to crowdsource some affirmations that karlach and shadowheart are, as individuals, not in terms of canon relationships, gideon and harrow analogs
this is the only way i will convince my wife (gay, would kill and die for tragic lesbians) to play baldur's gate and our adopted grown-up child (also gay, so deeply into shadowheart that on VK her tav is understood to be shart's canon girlfriend) to read tlt or at the very least listen to audiobooks
please help me save my family from themselves
#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#tlt#the locked tomb#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#shadowheart#karlach#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate iii#bg3#harrowhart
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"Kissing Classes" ♡ Luke Castellan x M!Reader
1st chapter ☆ you're here ☆ 3rd chapter
2nd chapter summary: why was luke asking you for a second lesson? doesn't he have a girlfriend at this point?
1.2 words
warnings: miscommunication, queer depression, reader is not the best at reading a certain son of hermes, bad words (again).
tags: pre-tlt, friends with benefits (??), friends to lovers, luke castellan is head over heels, reader wants to forget about luke, reader loves blur (the band) and goes crazy when they are mentioned, luke isn't very good at hiding feelings anymore.
II. "How to impress a girl a second time?"
Luke's audacity to ask a second time how to kiss surprised you in a negative way. But what came from his mouth was way more frustrating.
— I think she wants the kiss to be more intense — he shrugged —. Do you know how to?
— Luke, is she not your girlfriend yet? — you consulted, eyes unable to hide your discomfort or rather surprised expression —. You know, it isn't right to kiss someone else if you have a thing going on with her. Plus, you didn't get me the CD player yet. And THAT was part of our deal — you sounded angrier than you wanted to. But it was such an idiotic thing to be furious at. He was your friend, even if you wished something else.
— She's not my girlfriend yet and I am working on the CD player thing — he reassured you without any signs of being nervous or angry.
— But if she's like- """an almost something""", don't you think it's right to only kiss her for now? At least until you have it sorted it out? — you seemed desperate —. I don't even know her name, gods... — you muttered.
— You are way too worried — Luke affirmed calmly —. You should calm down. I am your friend, and I'm asking you this because I need to. If we get in trouble, just say it was my idea, no need to take the blame.
— It's not a crime, but it feels so wrong. Luke. I don't think this is okay. — Well, you did sign up for the first time. But a second time? It was too much.
— Come on, it's not a crime, you said it — the Hermes Cabin Counselor repeated your words and sat down on his bed, you were still standing up —. I can get you anything this time too, please — he pleaded, now he seemed desperate.
— What is her name?
— Why do you want to know?
— Why wouldn't I? If this girl is real I should know her name by now, Castellan.
You almost never called him by his last name. He didn't hate it, but it seemed weird coming out of your mouth.
— She's called Sofia, it's like Sophie but-
— In a Spanish version, yeah yeah — you sighed —. I don't know her, but I don't care. There are so many in the Aphrodite Cabin that I wouldn't even like to meet.
— Well, you didn't like them since the beginning. But she's nice.
— Yeah. I get that.
You fiddled as a way to stop your nervousness, it wasn't helping. You sat beside Luke.
— So, what does she want this time? — you asked to know what it was all about.
— I was thinking of... something more intense. Perhaps tongue?
You stopped moving your fingers and a slight blush felt through your cheeks. "Damnit"
— I am *not* the indicated person for that. Thank you but I have to-
— I'll get you the rare CD of that band you like.
You raised your eyebrow:—. Which one?
— Blur? Was that it?
— MODERN LIFE IS RUBBISH DELUXE? — your mouth exclaimed surprise —. No fucking way, Luke. You are going to get me a 24 dollar special CD for teaching you how to do something.
— But I can and will.
You thought about it a little. Modern Life is Rubbish wasn't that hard to get, maybe your help was worth a little more than that.
— Wait- do you know guys my age who could like me?
Luke furrowed his eyebrows:—. I could get one. Why?
You hesitated for a bit:—. I want you to get me a date. I've been single for so long I'm helping you how to kiss. But you pay the date. I'm going to save for a Japanese Blur CD. You get me a date and pay for it — you proposed.
You weren't happy with leaving your silly crush, but you had to move on. Specially after the Kissing Classes™️.
— Alright. That's more difficult than the CD but I already owe you a player — the curly haired boy sighed and turned to you, marking a beginning to the lesson.
— So, if you want to deepen a kiss... — you started explaining —. I think a girl would like you to grab her by the waist or hips. Then you can give place to your tongue or something.
— Could you show me? — there was his stupid smile again —. Kiss me how I should kiss her — you made a disgusted face but then erased it and got closer to Luke.
— You get close to her. Maybe grab her waist — you did so with Luke's —. Look at her lips. Wait for her to give the yes, because it's important and... — you kissed him.
The kiss was more experienced than last time, maybe because you commanded it with your hands at your friend's waist and a slightly wider mouth than the first.
At some point, you introduce your tongue to Luke's mouth. He's into it, which is weird to you. You decide to ignore it.
The kiss deepens so much that at some point you grab his dark curls. Then pull away.
— You go with tongue when it's intense enough. You'll know the exact time — you wiped your now red lips.
The Hermes Cabin Counselor was starstruck. Like you just took him to the moon and back, when it was just a kiss over a lesson.
— You should tell me about Sofia — you told him with half a smile —. And the boy you are going to introduce me to.
— I'm not sure how I'm going to do that — he came back to Earth.
— Deal with it. I already taught you how to do this stuff. It's only fair for me to get what I want.
Luke nodded. He seemed upset for a second.
— Good luck — you said and greeted him once again to go to your cabin. This time it was earlier than usual.
Fuck Luke Castellan. You couldn't take this one-or-two-times-thing anymore. He was probably using you for his identity discovery or something. But this time you were more convincing, you tried so hard not to feel the actual kiss. Maybe you did. But that didn't matter. You were soon going to meet a boy Luke Castellan felt right for you, who was anywho but him.
Such an 'in my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?' day. Maybe it was time to listen to The Smiths, if you only had the CD player.
You fell on your bed. Another day, new chores to do. You were replacing the head counselor of your cabin tomorrow, since they were on a quest. Hopefully it was temporary.
But there was a certain boy you couldn't help but think of. He wasn't a child of Aphrodite, yet you always liked him. Maybe it was hopeless to keep being his friend, it only took you to these situations where you end up bad.
"I fucking hate Luke Castellan. He gives me the CD player and the date and I'm going to ghost him" you thought, if it was even possible to ghost him in real life.
You fell asleep, finally.
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#pjo#pjo tv show#percy series#percy jackon and the olympians#Spotify
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TRANS PEOPLE AT CAMP HALF BLOOD BC I'M IN A MOOD™️ RIGHT NOW
NON BINARY:
Connor Stoll (they/them). Connor got to camp at age four, where someone just assumed he was named connor, so they took up the name of a dead boy named connor and decided that yeah, he/him was alright. didn't know what trans meant at the time, they just sort of... anyway, then after the battle of the labyrinth they came out as NB.
wood nymphs. they've got a different gender system than demigods, as well as different pronouns, but to keep it simple for the campers your best bet is they/them.
the resident god Dionysus ofc. he has a complicated relationship with gender (see his chapter in PJ's Greek Gods) but basically, doesn't care what you call him. he/they generally.
MTF:
Drew Tanaka! she's just. always considered herself a girl. there was never any hesitation. her mom called her son and she just. did not compute. her mom was accepting and just sort of called aphrodite up and told her that actually she had given birth to a girl. Aphrodite sent down a new wardrobe in return. she never changed her name.
Clarisse la Rue. she came out when she was twelve. her mom didn't accept her, but clarisse had run away years before that so... her mother never apologized. when clarisse went to her house with chris, it was only because she was truly desperate. after the battle of manhattan clarisse called her once, and. never again.
Lou Ellen Blackstone. she told cecil and will when they were eleven or so (SOM) but didn't really come out to everyone else until one of the hunters pulled her aside in TTC to ask if she wanted to join bc the hunters are super good at finding girls apparently. lou ellen really regrets this but somehow cecil convinced her to make her legal name Louise-Eleanor (first) Wilmadeen (middle) Cecilia (middle) Blackstone. it-- she pretends it's just lou ellen. don't bring it up. Will thinks there was a murder involved and-- well neither of them are telling him otherwise, that's all i'm saying.
FTM: (oh boy here's where I projected a whole bunch)
PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON. alright folks you ready? so percy came out when he was twelve RIGHT before TLT picks up. struggling mother sally jackson immediately accepts him no questions asked (well there are a few questions but) she gets him onto puberty blockers from a free clinic on forth street right away and changes his name legally. financially they're still struggling, obviously, but sally is picking up some extra shifts. she's already planning on having percy go on T when he turns 16 (if he lives that long--) and after manhattan poseidon and sally sit him down and are like: okay so technically because of ancient laws poseidon can't just snap his fingers but uh if you want a real easy top surgery just do a really easy quest for him and he'll magic your tits away and percy agrees of course so poseidon drops a sand dollar on the ground and in the. most. indifferent voice possible he goes "oh no. my sand dollar. i need a hero." and percy picks it up-- and done. that's when he decides to join the swim team because he doesn't need to bind anymore. also when he heard the prophecy percy immediately went, well i know it says im going to die but hey the universe recognises me as a dude that's pretty cool right. very affirming for him.
NEXT UP we've got michael. height dysphoria kicks ass so seriously don't mention how short he is. anyway michael thought that it was spelt micheal so he chose it for the pun and to feel connected to his dad. uh. don't bring that up to him either. anyway despite being very short, michael's usually pretty stealth. he came out in ttc when he asks jake mason out bc luke used to date his brother lee and michael basically goes "hey do you want to go out i promise i'll be a good boyfriend and not leave you like luke left lee." and jake just bluescreens for a moment because wait, BOYfriend, and anyway after that michael realises he never told anyone. (not necessary to the post but jake said yes) oh, also, his middle name is john. why? who knows. it wasn't significant or anything, clarisse just turned to him one day and said, "you know, you look like a john." so yeah, Michael John Yew. also he liked archery bc it was a lot easier to bind in so.
following that you'll find that actually the three main pjo apollo boys are trans. so WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE. my baby boy is-- well he's got a lot going on. Will binds (but when he turns 16 he's going to get top surgery and he is. very excited) and don't let his mild mannered doctor self fool you he is a HYPOCRITE when it comes to binding, like that bitch will nag you for hours if you bind for over 8 hours and then you'll see him come off a 48 hour infirmary shift still binding. when he was young and his mother was touring, she left him with his grandparents. He tried to come out at five and cut all of his hair off, but his grandparents kicked him out. Clarisse found him in Texas and brought him to camp. which isn't SATS compliant but I haven't read it yet so *shrug*. Anyway Andrew is after Apollo, when Apollo first met Naomi, he called himself Andrew.
Lee Fletcher is also trans. He was fully transitioned by the time he died. He was super upper class when he came out and his mum stopped speaking to him, but he kept his wealth and became a staunch advocate for trans rights until he died. Anyway he came out when he was seventeen.
Cecil Markowitz. His parents died in a fire when he was 8, he was sent to his grandmother, she kicked him out when he was 9 and came out.
Clovis
Mitchell
Leo Valdez (part of why Rosa called him a demon)
Malcolm Pace (his trans identity deserves a whole 'nother post it's.) anyway Malcolm can't bind so.
Ellis Wakefield (currently writing a fic about this actually) anyway Ellis comes out when he's 13 (so BoM) at camp, and comes out when he's 15 to his mum. it doesn't go great.
#trans#trans headcanon#pjo headcanon#pjo trans#pjo series#pjo hoo toa#pjo#riordanverse#pjo fandom#drew tanaka#clarisse la rue#connor stoll#malcolm pace#pjo dionysus#dionysus pjo#mr d pjo#mr d#drew pjo#lou ellen blackstone#percy jackson#michael yew#lee fletcher#william solace#william andrew solace#will solace#cecil markowitz#clovis pjo#mitchell pjo#leo valdez#ellis wakefield
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can you explain the tlt/sexual violence connection at like, a 7th grade reading level? (or - you’re British right? idk what year that would be but it’s the grade where you’re 12-13) i struggle with reading comprehension and im trying to get better at reading long/intricate text but a lot of your posts just end up confusing me when I try to read them 😅 thank you
sure, i'll do my best. i’ve bolded the ‘key’ parts and i’ve tried to keep this to just a few paragraphs, so hopefully that makes it a little clearer?
At the heart of how Tamsyn Muir writes about interpersonal relationships is the suggestion that the necromancer-cavalier relation emerges from the discourse of Nabokov's Lolita. I wrote in-depth about this reading here, but the gloss of it is: John uses Annabel Lee to explicate and rhetorically bolster the relationship between himself and Alecto, which is similarly used by Humbert Humbert in Lolita explaining his relationship to Dolores Haze (and the 'nymphet' in general). Muir has written in the past about Lolita, such that I find it impossible to believe that she would reference Annabel Lee without intending to usher in Nabokov's novel as a possible interpretation. From the John-Alecto blueprint emerges every other necromancer-cavalier relationship we see; though each is of course individuated, the current of power and subjectivity running through each retains the same base shape, and that power/subjectivity current emerges from Humbert and Dolores in Lolita. This sets the stage for relationships that are pretty explicitly abusive and predatory (Cytherea and Gideon; Harrow and Gideon; Ianthe and Coronabeth) to be understood not as aleatory happenstances, but as epiphenomena relative to, and consistent within, a social order that sanctions and facilitates and even demands such a practice.
What this does is suggest that a relationship can be drawn between the conditions of sexual abuse and the conditions of (imperialist) hegemony; if what Humbert did to Dolores Haze (pedophilic rape, in short, on particular aesthetic terms) can be expanded upon, systematised, and used as the base for a society-wide set of relations that ultimately exist with intent to sustain an imperial order, what questions can we start asking about those relations? What lies at the heart of this is the idea that sexual violence, sexual abuse, is a currency of the hegemonic order, and that this abuse is made possible not only through particular normative social relations but through the backing of the dominant culture affirming and normalising (and thus invisibilising) the process by which this abuse takes place. This is an idea that also occurs in Nabokov, who crafts Humbert's abuse of Dolores around a fictive, composite "Lolita" emerging from the legacy of a number of women from the literary canon: Annabel Lee, Lenore, Beatrice, Botticelli's Venus, Virginia Clemm Poe, Petrach's Laura, to name a few. In short: what is the relationship between the aesthetics of imperialism, the enactment of imperialist conquest, and the social facilitation of sexual abuse?
The key development Muir makes in relating the subjectivity of Alecto (as Dolores Haze) back to the other subjectivities in which she deals comes from the parallels she draws between Alecto and other characters. A strong example of this is Kiriona, paralleled with Alecto at a number of points that I list off in the linked essay. In rendering John's 'creation' of Alecto as functionally equivalent to Humbert's 'creation' of Lolita, which we understand to be a process of rape, and then making the 'creation' of Alecto equivalent to the 'creation' of Kiriona, Muir suggests at a number of things. Firstly, that rape and the deliberate destruction of the Earth are the same, which I've always read as a play on the double meaning of 'rape' as 'sexual assault' and 'pillage'; secondly, that this twinned process 'creates' the valorised subject position that we see Alecto occupy, one similar to 'Lolita''s and one denoting (in short) normative white femininity and its currency under capitalism; thirdly, that to this enactment of rape-plunder-killing-creation of the subject can be added the creation of the imperial weapon, which is the position that Kiriona takes up, and arguably the crux of cavalierhood as a state of subjectivity as a whole.
Other examples of this parallel process include John's relationship to Harrow, which in my opinion threads in the relationship between Catholic imperialism via proselytisation and the language of 'fatherhood'/paternity being used to describe the language between the Christian God and his subjects. A crucial throughline here is the question of if we are to understand the position of 'father'/'fatherhood' not as one of safety but as one of violence, how does that change our relationship to the language of fatherhood as used to describe God? God as 'the father' when the father carries out an imperialist crusade of sorts hearkens back to Humbert Humbert as the incestuous pedophilic rapist able to enact his violence via the social relation of fatherhood.
(I focused on Lolita here because I find it the easiest framework to explain my thoughts, but I think you can make sense of this reading even without using Nabokov as a guide? I think it's very textually substantiated that John's relationship to various others – Alecto, Harrow, Kiriona – is one of abuse, so it's about using that as a starting-point to unpick the rest of the discourse.) There are some other key questions going into this – I think, for example, John himself being indigenous has some v crucial significance and I wouldn't claim a 1:1 analogy to Nabokov's Humbert, rather a development with significant caveats – but hopefully this is a clearer summary?
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OK I think I've recovered from Go Go Go Reverend Cummies well enough to have my actual point, which is:
How do you think the gender experience of being in someone else's body works in TLT? If you stuck most (cis?) dudes in a (cis?) woman's body, they'd potentially experience quite a lot of dysphoria straight off the bat, and I can confirm that the reverse is true*
Does Pal just manage to internalise the idea that he's in someone else's body? Does he just have so much self-control that he can ignore the dysphoria? Is Cam trans and in possession of a body that Pal doesn't mind so much? Is Pal trans and used to it? Is Palamedes a trans woman in denial and deliberately not thinking too hard about the fact that being in Cam's body feels right?
Pyrrha does seem to experience some dysphoria over having facial hair, to the point of asking Palamedes to do necromantic electrolysis on her face. She seems fairly comfortable having no shirt on in G1d's body and calling herself "daddy" though, so I think even pre-lyctorhood she had some Gender (TM) going on.
Please help me rotate the gender in this series in my mind!
*Source: I'm trans and I remember how noticeably better I felt the instant I had surgery, for instance. Our boy Pal is gonna notice those tits and the lack of a dick.
I'm always, always thinking about the *gestures vaguely* genderfuck experiences of body swapping. Anyway, this ended up a super rambly mess of headcanons… sorry.
My headcanon on Gender and the Houses, at large, is that everyone at large is pretty “whatever” about it, and it’s nbd how people choose to present or identify—so maybe not as many people experience some amount of gender dysphoria as they would in a society that’s more rigidly gender, but it’s still a thing. Enter: flesh necromancy! I’m especially fond of this hc by @thewinterstale on how the necromantic miracle that got Cyrus and Valancy noticed by John and invited to Canaan House, early post-resurrection, was that Cyrus perfected gender-affirming flesh necromancy (and that’s why they are SO proud of their beautifully crafted bodies). This is unrelated to Pal, but I just like the idea that gender-affirming necromancy is a thing that happens in the Houses—except probably the Ninth because they don’t have any homegrown flesh necromancers and no access to the rest of the system, but I believe they still do stuff like in House-top surgery and bone straps on.
Re: bodyswapping, I think that in a situation like Palamedes and Camilla (ending up in someone else's body) most people would experience some amount of body dysmorphia before even taking Gender Feels into account. Humans are used to spending their whole life in a body that feels and moves and reacts in a certain way—when that changes abruptly, it’s going to feel a bit odd to very distressing, depending on the person and how sharp the difference is. I think there IS going to be a certain level of WTF?? if you’re suddenly in a body that doesn’t match your self-image, regardless of whether that self-image extends to gender dysphoria or whether you're even particularly attached to your concept of gender identity. But if you ARE and if the new body doesn't match what you need, then I think a different gender presentation and/or a different set of genitalia or other secondary sex characteristics is going to make that worse.
On Palamedes specifically, I do headcanon him as a cis guy in a cis female body, but I also think he wouldn't feel any specific way about it. This is less to do with gender and a lot more to do with the fact that I don't see Palamedes as someone who is especially in tune with his physical body to the point that he’d experience dysphoria or body dysmorphia. He gives me the same vibes as Harrow, who sort of treats her body like a meat vehicle that gets her where she needs to go, but doesn’t feel any specific way about the shape it takes and routinely forgets she even has one.
OTOH, I feel like Camilla would have a much stronger reaction to being shoved inside someone else’s body, regardless of whether it matches her gender identity—I actually think she'd be more distressed if she ended up in a body that was noticeably weaker or built very different than her own vs. if she ended up in a body that didn’t match her gender identity. While someone like Corona, who IMO puts a lot more stock into her gender presentation, wouldn’t deal that well if she switched bodies with, idk, Babs (very much A Guy regardless of whether he’s trans or cis) or even Gideon (cis butch woman) who might also have tits but presents in a very different way.
/SORRY THIS IS SO RAMBLY I keep thinking about this stuff. Also I feel like the lyctors have fucked with gender presentation and flesh magic so much over the millennia that they have all reshaped their bodies fifty different times and at any point it's always a surprise what they look like naked.
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Honestly, Jod (God John) fucking his way through the hot officers on his flag ship in post-I killed my best friends-breakup rebound sex is truly one of the funniest things to come out of tlt.
Especially from the officers perspectives.
Fucking God has been living on your ship for the last x amount of decades. Y'all work your whole adolescence to get good enough at sword or bones so you'll end up on the flag ship. Every bit of your life is starched and pressed and exactly to the military manual. And for months all you hear of God is morning instructions passed through your platoon leaders or being called to attention when he passes through your work zone, but you're always just out of sight of God.
And then one day you are running and errand between decks and get caught in a hallway was High Command and God sweep by and it's everything you hoped. You look on the face of God and only years of military bearing keep you from bursting into tears. And then they are gone and you're trying to catch your breadth and remember what the fuck you were even doing in this hallway.
And shit's good. You've seen the glowing rings of His eyes and it affirms everything you've learned over your lifetime in His Houses. And it's almost like it opens the floodgates because days later you have the honor of standing at attention while the Saint of Patience chews out your commander for what felt like forever over someone misplacing his stash of cigarettes. And then the next week you're Blessed by the Saint of Joy's rant about never being able to figure out where the Goddamned meeting rooms are.
And that becomes you life until suddenly there are whispers that the Flagship is heading home, back to Dominicus even though God has not been back to the home system in a myriad and everyone is worried what this could mean. Then the rumors begin about First House, that God has called on the Houses to send their best to the First that they may become his newest Saints. And for a moment you find yourself breathless with frustration that maybe you should have stayed home after all, that maybe you could have served God at his side for the next myriad. But that feeling is fleeting as you're to sensible to think for long that you were the best. One of the best sure, that's how you had earned your home on the flagship, but not THE Best. And to think that you'd never have seen God laugh, or Patience rant or Joy rage if you'd stayed at home and vied for the top slot... no. This was your place in Gods realm if anything.
Week pass and everything continues as normal until the next set of rumors erupt. A call from First House, they've succeeded and they've died. And suddenly the slow meandering path the ship has been taking ends and we are at the gates to Home. The saints depart, Patience to the River and Joy to the First House.
And Joy returns. The first two new Saints in a myriad are brought aboard, and the bodies of the rest of the houses, those that could be found. Your platoon was commanded to ready the caskets to receive them so y'all were the first to hear of the fallen Saint of __, and to witness the tears of God when He visited her body.
God should never cry, you wept openly at His pain and wished their was anything within yourself that could absolve Him of it.
And then God left. He left the flagship, His home, His people. And disappeared into the River with His saints. The entire ship is in mourning. The long journey back to the Cohort Fleet is begun, but no enthusiasm is felt by anyone. It feels like being trapped in limbo.
[[A/N: I made the mistake of starting at GtN when really I wanted to talk about Fuckking, so I'm skipping to the bit I wanted to talk about]]
God's return was portentous after the preceding days news of Resurrection Beast sightings. One moment we were just another ship in the Fleet, and the next we were the Seat of God again. It was like the return of sunlight, or color, or taste! God stepped from the River alone to the Bridge of the Flagship and High Command was in ecstasy of His arrival! Every inch of the ship whispered with news of sightings. How God looked--tired, sad; How God smelled--like the paint thinner that was being misplaced at a surprising regularity and quantity; How God sounded--dull, heartbroken.
And oh how that last hurt you to think of. His oldest saints had been destroyed, only one of the newest Saints remained. And she could be found huddled with High Command, or prying God out of an officers bunk escorting Him to the closest shower then to the war room or Bridge, until God found a way around her and back into the nearest warm body.
And one of those days, oh one of those days you were honored to be that warm body. Surprised in a narrow junction room as you struggled with a power relay, the scorching warmth of God suddenly between you and the closing door. He pressed so close that all you could see were the black depths of his eyes, sorrow shining through every inch of him and your heart ached for Him. Your tears welled and spilled for Him. Your voice choked for Him as you prayed "oh Lord, please let me ease your pain." And He answered your prayer with one of His own. His tongue tracing His blessings across your lips, your tongue. His hands slipping inside your uniform pants and bearing your cock to the air. God slips to his knees and chokes on your cock, your hands flail and he grabs them and holds them to his head. You gasp out the lords prayer as he chokes and drools on your pants, eyes squinting up at you and dripping tears. And then the air hits your wet cock like a slap and God is standing, back to you as He drops his trousers and all but backs onto your cock. You can hear His soft pants of "fuck me, fuck me" as He presses your hands to His hips, His fingernails digging in to hold yours in place.
And so you do, sinking into the tight, feverish, grasping hole of God. Pressing kisses and prayers to the back of His neck. Worshipping Him with your entire being as His hands draw your blood and His voice urges you to move faster and faster. And somewhere between frantic beats of your hearts His body spasm and clenches oh so tightly on yours that your bodies seem to meld and for one endless moment you think you can see the universe as he sees it. Spinning thenergy and thalergy entertwined forever chasing in one anothers trails.... and then you are just you again, panting on the neck of your Lord, the Necrolord Prime and God who became Emperor Emperero who became God.
And reality returns with the banging of the sliding door being forced open by Gods remaining Saint. Who takes one look at the sweaty trembling mess of God and makes a face of disgust, pulling God toward her before yanking up his pants with rough movements as she started to berate him--
"Oh for fucks sake John, really? This room is nasty, you couldn't atleast drag them back to a bunk room? Can you please stop finding cocks to shove up your bum everytime I turn my back for more than a --" God and His Saint marched out of my sight as the door rumbled shut less quietly than it had before. You'll have to submit a repair ticket for it later.
You slump against the wall as you stare at the glittering drops of Gods expulsion. Without thought you fall to your knees and shuffle close enough that you can lean forward and clean it from the wall with your tongue. Salty and bitter with a touch of dusty paint, smears of grease add an additional note as you wrap your tongue around a pipe trying to clean every drop of His sacrament. You lick the grates and the walls and the pipes clean of Him and your eyes are caught by the shine of your dick, still wet with the moisture of His mouth. And with trembling hand you skim the fluid off your limp cock and bring it to your mouth to savour. You can taste your cum but next to that is the scent/taste of God. Fuck. You can never wash your penis ever again.
#tlt#God John fucking his problems away#Did i stumble and accidentally write locked tomb fanfic?#not using archive warnings#i'm writing this between meetings at work#if i still feel like writing later I'll finish this up and put it on ao3
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thanksgiving break affirmations: i'm going to finish my TLT holiday exchange fic and write chapter 6 of devotion's casualties
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was reminded of the ancient gt9 queerbaiting discourse and it truly made me think like. if you cannot parse something so textually explicitly about queerness as TLT as queer just because nobody turned to camera to explain their sexuality in terms that are clearly legible to the modern western taxonomy of sexual identity and affirm that they’re in a monogamous strictly romantic homosexual relationship. then you are basically one of those image recognition algorithms that gets fooled if you show it a photo of an apple with the word ‘ipod’ written on a piece of paper and taped to it
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New line of posts just dropped: TLT affirmations, sound off if you want more
#lon chat#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#Nona the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#ianthe tridentarius#camilla hect#palamedes sextus#alecto the ninth
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The Locked Tomb + mewithoutYou pt. 9/17
This is not the first time
This is not the first time G-d has died
This is not the first time capitalized three lettered sound has died
Song: D-Minor
Album: Pale Horses
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In today's song, we get an exploration of apocalypse through a relationship that fails before it begins. The title, "D-Minor" is both the literal key of the song and one of several sequel songs found throughout the band's discography. In an earlier album, Brother/Sister, there's a song called "C-Minor" that also explores the breakdown of a relationship. "D-Minor" is a sequel, but not as direct as other sequel songs. That bit isn't super important for our purposes. What's more relevant is this setup from the first verse of a relationship fallout.
A borrowed fern with a cigarette burn
And a pawn shop ring in her hand
At the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce
Before the marriage began
Obviously, the details don't match up with The Locked Tomb. There is no Idaho and we haven't seen much about how marriage and divorce legally works in this world. But the general idea we have here is of a relationship destined to fall apart immediately, so much so that there's ceremony around it. This upturning of a seemingly stable concept/situation (marriage) fits very well into a book series where all the major relationships have something doomed about them.
The next relevant-to-TLT part we get is this prechorus.
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're a campaign badge, the short-lived match
Of an unshrunk patch in the bellow's edge
On the iron lungs of our language
The patch metaphor is from the Gospel of Matthew, which says that sewing an unshrunk patch onto a garment is foolish because the patch will just pull away and make the tear worse. In the context of both this song and TLT, this image highlights the doomed fate of these relationships.
Skipping ahead in the song, we get these lines, which give me TLT vibes in general, but there aren't super clear ways that they actually line up.
With obedient trust as a babe in the womb
And impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb
In a vague way, I think of Nona as a trusting babe in the womb because she's literally a 19-year-old baby. And the priest in the tomb is an obvious Ninth House vibe.
Finally, we get to some lines that'll be particularly interesting depending on how Alecto the Ninth plays out.
This is not the first time
This is not the first time G-d has died
This is not the first time capitalized three lettered sound has died
One of the lingering questions I have about this series is how religious institutions responded to Jod pre-Resurrection. We really don't get any of that and I can only imagine the internet theology discourse that was happening at that time. If, in Alecto, the characters learn that everything they know is a twisted version of a pre-Resurrection religion called Christianity, I wonder if they'd think that that God died and was replaced by Jod–or would they think Jod is the second coming described in that religion? OR would they understand Jod as a false god?
Regardless, if Jod does die in the final book, it really, in a literal way, wouldn't be the first time.
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TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 1; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 2; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 3; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 4; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 5; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 6; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 7; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 8; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 9
#the locked tomb#tlt#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#mewithoutyou#tlt spoilers#the locked tomb spoilers#Youtube
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I’ve started reading your comic and I really love it so far :) I’m also really glad to have found a new artist who also likes K6BD, TLT and Warhammer. Always affirmed to meet another lesbian who is the same type of nerd as me.
I look forward to seeing how the story goes :) !!
I'm glad! I haven't actually read K6BD I just like the artstyle a lot, but I do like the griddlebooks a ton though.
(She says this but is only a quarter of the way through Harrow still after six months)
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was very affirming to learn someone is actually utilizing my tagging system to block spoilers for tlt. I love you miriam marry me
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Aaallll fifty of them, in order, punk! :p
Alright, here we go:
Lumity and Percabeth. Yes, I know TOH just ended and TLT won't be coming out for a hot sec, no I do not care.
Never had one specific color, though I've definitely always preferred cooler colors. Used to love greens, but now indigoes, violets, and dark blues are more my style. Still love a good forest green though.
All of the quotes on that one doc abt unlikely posts. Also, "I think it's silly to be ashamed of your art because it's not in a museum and of your voice because it's not selling out stadiums. There will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do." -Tumblr user venuskissed
Private. I'm not one to share my birthday.
Also private. Not today, fae fuck.
See #4.
Honestly, I don't know. I think I give them in all of their forms, but as for receiving, I think affirmation is what does it for me. Might be physical contact though, I do love hugs.
Probably a drama, I did like How to Get Away With Murder, even if I only got through the first season and a bit. Designated Survivor was awesome too.
Spain, for one. I don't know what it is about the place, but it has a charm about it for me. Maybe it's the weather. Aside from that, Greece and Italy would be awesome. I'm a little bit of a mythology nerd, so seeing all of the temples and wonders built for these ancient gods sounds like an awesome experience. If I could choose more, Norway and Iceland are both incredibly beautiful places, and I do kind of prefer the cold. Also, I've always wanted to see the aurora borealis in person.
Ooph, this one is difficult. There are a lot of great scents out there. Vanilla's a long-standing favorite, I remember once bringing a bottle of it to school once to show to my friends. Cinnamon rolls smell delicious, as does that smell from the candles we always used to buy. It might've been sandalwood, but I've never been quite sure. Also, there's this one perfume my mom's worn for as long as I can remember - it's a little too sharp to be entirely pleasant, but it's flowery, and nostalgic for me.
"City of Angels" by Em Beihold. She also wrote the trending songs "Numb Little Bug" - the "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life" one - and dueted "Until I Found You" with Stephen Sanchez. I think her songs "Too Precious" and "12345" are also really good.
Stalker. But seriously, probably one of the places listed in #9, or back home, as I have some stuff to do there.
Vanilla. Most pure chocolate ice creams have a bad aftertaste.
Donuts. I don't know what it is about cake, but I've never seemed to like it all that much, even the good ones. It is, honestly, my least favorite dessert that I'll actually eat - I even like eclairs, which are literally just pastry around messy whipped cream that gets everywhere, more than cake. I particularly hate it with that weird gel writing on it. Just...urgh. Donuts are chill tho, and I'll never turn down a solid frosted with sprinkles or Boston Creme.
Black. It's reliable, doesn't stain easily, works well in formal outfits, doesn't show sweat stains, and works on most complexions. Also, I never really wear much color regardless. I would miss that one blue dress shirt I really like - it's comfy as hell.
Haven't read one in ages, despite my massive TBR, but off the top of my head, probably "With great power comes great need to take a nap," by Nico di Angelo from PJO, if only because of how ridiculous yet true it is.
If I can't handle myself In a fight, I'm not subjecting any of y'all to that.
Ice cream. It's more reliable and easily accessible for me, and frankly, cotton candy is too dry as a dessert.
A famous engineer, hopefully. Being an author would be cool, too.
I do not have pet peeves, I am a pet peeve.
Basic Bitch. I suck at fashion and aesthetics and currently have neither the desire nor the capability to improve. My wardrobe is composed entirely of thin shorts, tracksuit pants, and t-shirts, with a singular formal suit. Might try to start painting my nails soon, see how that goes.
As prideful as it may sound, my intelligence. I don't have much street sense, to say the least, but I have a good factual memory, am good at logic puzzles, and am a quick reader, and I'm rather proud of that.
Saturday. Nothing to occupy that day, nor the day after. It's excellent. My favorite weekday? Probably Thursday. Dunno why, it just vibes the best.
I am SUCH a bad night owl. I don't even know why, I always regret it in the mornings too. I guess it's just kinda freeing, not having the expectations.
Neither, hot chocolate reigns supreme.
This is the first half, the second half to come, as Tumblr apparently has a character limit.
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I posted 2,026 times in 2022
That's 954 more posts than 2021!
190 posts created (9%)
1,836 posts reblogged (91%)
I tagged 2,010 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#art - 332 posts
#tlt - 227 posts
#the locked tomb - 152 posts
#comics - 147 posts
#miraculous ladybug - 121 posts
#critical role - 98 posts
#gtn - 72 posts
#tumblr - 70 posts
#spy x family - 67 posts
#gideon the ninth - 66 posts
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
i hate ai art i hate ai art I HATE AI ART
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#4
stuff the gop wants to ban after they kill roe and abortion access:
same sex marriage
oral and anal sex
gender affirming healthcare (this is already happening)
contraceptives
in-vitro fertilization
pornography
interracial marriage
basically anything related to personal privacy protections
this is going to be Bad.
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#3
devastating 😔
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#2
See the full post
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My #1 post of 2022
ideas for tumblr merch that aren’t just boring t-shirts:
“do you love the color of the sky” gradient scarf
crab print anything
female presenting nipples censor bar shirt
a kungpow penis that’s actually just an exploding dildo
branded shoelaces, obviously
13,288 notes - Posted May 21, 2022
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In the gentlest way possible, I would like to ask writers who include dysphoria or top surgery in their Gideon the Ninth fics to please tag for it. Even if it's included casually or in a positive light. It would be a huge favor to me.
For me, this particular kind of headcanon or story element brings me back to a very dark place in my life. I know they're very important for a lot of people, and I'd never suggest anyone should hold back from writing or posting about it. Gideon is an important character to all of us, and the last thing I want to do is try to control or invalidate how other people relate to her. I can deal with Gideon top surgery posts; I know those aren't for or about me, and I've learned to appreciate them for their importance to the people in our community who they are meant for. I’m not asking anyone to tag their headcanon posts for me. But reading a fic is a lot more engaging than reading a post, and it's a lot harder to control my response and keep myself from spiraling when I come across it unexpectedly in fanfic.
I want to be totally clear, I'm not saying these kinds of posts or stories are bad! I've held off publicly saying anything for a while because I didn't want to make anyone feel bad about ideas or stories that brought them comfort or joy. But they are bad for me, the way eating something objectively good that I'm allergic to is bad for me. So if writers could accommodate me by tagging for top surgery and/or dysphoria as an ingredient, I would be very very grateful. I know tagging ‘tw’ or ‘cw’ for an important element of your own identity is fucking awful, so if you do choose to tag, please use tags you’re comfortable having attached to your work. It can be anything, so long as it indicates that element of the characterization so I can note it and avoid hurting myself by reading something bad for me. Or so I can pop an emotional antihistamine before diving in to enjoy the story without having a bad reaction.
#please don't ask me for any more personal details regarding this#even sharing this much is A Lot for me#I promise I wouldn't be asking if it weren't important#anyone who sees themselves in Gideon and is affirmed by and enjoys these fics and headcanons you have my full support!#this isn't anything against you!#literally it's not you its me lol#it's just I have been surprised more than once in a short period of time#and I don't want to sound dire or dramatic but if it keeps happening I will not be able to keep reading tlt fic at all#for my own health and safety#thank you for hearing out my request 🙇♂️#the locked tomb#gideon nav#gideon the ninth#i'm actually fucking terrified posting this#i dont. share like this.#with ANYONE#but it would be a hellishly dickish move to try to convince anyone there's some objective reasoning behind needing this tag
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