Love David and my OC SM 😆

He lowkey just adopted this teenager (even though she’s 23) frfr

👥: Sarah Anderson (OC), David 8

📕: Where Paths Converge

💻 SuperWhoLockFlarrow (Wattpad), JustAFangirl221B (AO3)

Me: Another beautiful day on this planet we call earth

The eagle who pecks out my liver each day: I dunno, it’s kinda drizzly

Me: aww, you don’t like soup weather?

Eagle: what weather?

Tudo bom, meu anjo?

Então, recentemente lançamos um cronograma que estará valendo a partir da semana que vem. Segue abaixo:

• Quarta-feira e Sexta-feira: Recebimento de fichas até às 15h00 e aceitações a partir das 19h00.
• OOC HOURS: Das 19h30 às 20h00 às sexta-feiras.
• Asks e demais dúvidas: Respostas divididas entre dois horários. Das 12h00 às 13h30 e das 16h30 às 19h30.

PORÉM, Hoje estaremos recebendo as fichas até as 18h e adiando a liberação da interação IC para as 20h. Queremos deixar esse espaço de tempo maior para os nossos CLTs, sabemos que não é fácil. Tudo certo, meu anjo? Ajudamos?

Bom dia, meu anjo! Tudo bem? Hoje confesso que estou cansado, já que a Lian não me deixou dormir muito bem.

Vamos lá, você fez ótimas perguntas, nunca se acanhe. Achamos a ideia ótima e iremos providenciar a lista pra vocês. Peço até perdão porque alguns jurássicos aqui da ilha (eu incluso) estão aprendendo melhor como usar as funcionalidades tecnológicas agora. Mas é só aguardar.

Sobre a masterlist, já temos uma pronta! Apenas estamos aguardando a segunda “aceitação” para poder liberar. E lembrando, qualquer coisa, não deixe de perguntar ou até mesmo mandar na nossa dm.

Te vejo logo mais.

OCEANUS, PROMETHEUS, CHORUS

OCEANUS:Far distant, thro’ the vast expanse of air,

To thee, Prometheus, on this swift-wing’d steed,

Whose neck unreign’d obeys my will, I come,

In social sorrow sympathizing with thee.

To this the near affinity of blood

Moves me; and be assur’d, that tie apart,

There'is not´who can tax my dear regard

Deeper than thou: helieve me, this is trath,

Not the false glozings of a flat'rng tongue.

Instruct me then n what my pow'e mmay serve thee,

For never shalt thou say thou hast a friend

More firm, more constant than Oceanus.

PROMETHEUS:Ah ac! What draws thee bitheti Art thou come

Spectator of my toils? Hew hast thou ventur’d

​To leave the ocean waves, from thee so call’d,

Thy rock-roof’d grottos arch’d by nature’s hand,

And land upon this iron-teeming earth ?

Comest thou to visit and bewail my ills ?

Behold this sight, behold this friend of Jove,

Th’ assertor of his empire, bending here

Beneath a weight of woes by him inflicted.

OCEANUS:I see it all, and wish to counsel thee,

Wise as thou art, to milder measures: learn

To know thyself; new model thy behaviour,

As the new monarch of the gods requires.

What if thy harsh and pointed speech shou’d reach

The ear of Jove, tho’ on his distant throne

High-seated, might they not inflame his rage

T’ inflict such tortures, that thy present pains

Might seem a recreation and a sport?

Cease then, unhappy sufferer, cease thy braves,

And meditate the means of thy deliverance.

To thee perchance this seems the cold advice

Of doting age; yet, trust me, woes like these

Are earnings of the lofty-sounding tongue.

But thy unbending spirit disdains to yield

E'en to afflictions, to the present rather

Ambitious to add more. Yet shalt thou not,

If my voice may be beard, lift up thy heel

To kick against the pricks; so rough, thou seest,

So uncontroll’d the monarch of the skies.

But now I go, and will exert my pow'r,

If haply I may free thee from thy pains.

Mean while be calm; forbear this haughty tone:

Has not thy copious wisdom taught thee this,

That mischief still attends the petulant tongue?

PROMETHEUS:I gratulate thy fortune, that on thee

No blame hath lighted, tho’ associate with me

​In all, and daring equally. But now

Forbear, of my condition take no care;

Thou wilt not move him; nothing moves his rigour:

Take heed then, lest to go brings harm on thee.

OCEANUS:Wiser for others than thy self I find

Thy thoughts; yet shalt thou not withhold my speed.

And I have hopes, with pride I speak it, hopes

T’ obtain this grace, and free thee from thy sufferings.

PROMETHEUS:For this thou hast my thanks; thy courtesy

With grateful memory ever shall be honour’d.

But think not of it, the attempt were vain,

Nor wou’d thy labour profit me; cease then,

And leave me to my fate: however wretched,

I wish not to impart my woes to others.

OCEANUS:No; for thy brother’s fate, th’ unhappy Atlas,

Afflicts me: on the western shore he stands,

Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillar

Of Heav'n and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.

Him too, the dweller of Cilicia’s caves,

I saw, with pity saw, Earth’s monstrous son,

With all his hundred heads[13] subdued by Force,

​The furious Typhon, who ‘gainst all the gods

Made war; his horrid jaws with serpent-hiss

Breath’d slaughter, from his eyes the gorgon glare

Of baleful lightnings flash’d, as his proud force

Wou’d rend from Jove his empire of the sky.

But, him the vengeful bolt, instinct with fire,

Smote sore, and dash’d him from his haughty vaunts,

Pierc’d thro’ his soul, and wither’d al his strength.

Thus stretch'td out huge in length beneath the roots

Of Ætna, near Trinacria’s narrow sea,

Astonied, blasted, spiritless he lies;

On whose high summit Vulcan holds his seat,

And forms the glowing mass. In times to come

Hence streams of torrent fire with hideous roar

Shall burst, and with its wasteful mouths devour

All the fair fields of fruitful Sicily.

Such rage shall Typhon, blasted as he is

With Jove’s fierce lightning, pour incessant forth

In sinking whirlwinds and tempestuous flame.

PROMETHEUS:Thou art not unexperienc’d, nor hast need

Of my instruction; save thyself, how best

Thy wisdom shall direct thee. I will bear

My present fate, till Jove’s harsh wrath relents.

OCEANUS:Know'st thou not this, Prometheus, that soft speech

Is to distemper’d wrath medicinal?

PROMETHEUS:When seasonably the healing balm’s applied;

Else it exasperates the swelling heart.

OCEANUS:But in the fair endeavour, in th’ attempt,

What disadvantage, tell me, dost thou see?

PROMETHEUS:Unfruitful labour, and light-thoughted folly.

OCEANUS:Be that my weakness then. Oft’ when the wise

Appears not wise, he works the greatest good.

​PROMETHEUS: This will be deem’d my simple policy.

OCEANUS:These words indeed remand me to my grotte.

PROMETHEUS:Cease to bewail me, lest thou wake his wrath.

OCEANUS:What, the new monárch’s of heav'n’s potent throne ?

PROMETHEUS:Take care bis indignation be not rous’d.

OCEANUS:Thy misery sliall be my monitor.

PROMETHEUS:Go then, be cautious, hold thy present judgment,

OCEANUS:Thy words add speed to my dispatch. Already

My plumed steed his levell’d wings displays

To fan the liquid air, thro’ fond desire.

In his own lodge his wearied speed to rest.

——Tragedies of Aeschylus (Potter 1812)/Prometheus Chain’d

Boa noite, meu anjo! Tudo bom com você?

Então, como queríamos implementar um pouco mais o discord e estávamos sem tempo, ainda estamos cuidando disso. Mas assim que for resolvido iremos disponibilizar o link certinho para todos nossos habitantes. Obrigado por avisar, Nony!

Adendo: Link do discord será liberado na sexta (13/03) ás 15h.

It’s never cold around you 🔥

Happy belated Valentine’s Day to Prometheus and Aenon, my favorite husbands, lights of my life, the best dads… etc etc ❤️ I just love them too much and don’t draw them enough idk 😶

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Prometheus:Wicked heart!

You have turned noble deeds into crimes.

All that he possesses was my gift—

Yet he has chained me here without day or night.

The sun scorches and splits my burning flesh,

The moonlit frost with crystal wings

Entangles the snow in my hair;

And meanwhile the humans I love

Are trampled beneath the claws of his servants.

That tyrant will not escape the retribution he deserves.

Justice is fair: the wicked shall never reap good fruit.

He has gained the universe,

Yet lost a friend.

He knows only hatred, fear, and shame—

Never gratitude.

He commits evil,

Yet punishes me for it.

To show mercy to such a being

Would be a terrible mistake;

It would only make him more arrogant and cruel.

Submission? You know well I cannot submit.

For that fatal word of obedience

Would bind mankind forever in chains,

Like the sword of Damocles

Trembling above his crown by a single hair.

Shall he yield to me,

Or shall I yield to him?

Never!

Crime may sit for a moment upon the throne of power.

Let others flatter it—

They are safe enough.

Justice may only weep tears of pity,

Yet she does not punish—

For it is her own fault

That lawless men rule the world.

I will endure and wait.

The hour of vengeance must draw near.

Listen—

The hounds of hell are already howling.

Look—

Your father’s face grows dark,

And heaven itself is lowering.

——Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Prometheus Unbound”

(This is not my native language, and I cannot find the original text, so please forgive me.)

One must imagine Prometheus comfortable.

ALT

I just DO NOT UNDERSTAND how, after three tremendous sequels, Ridley Scott, with all the writing talent at his disposal, & all his own innate producing/directing talent, managed to NO BE ABLE to write Prometheus & Covenant so badly!
how did they idiot-plot them so much?
why were the ships’ crews structures so shit?
how did they not know how to write for scientists & engineers? how/why did they make so many characters whiney? panicky? incompetent?
Prometheus should have been populated with THE MOST EXPENSIVE professionals on Earth!
the command-structures should have been impeccable.
their language scientific, professional, individual & weighted to their profession, rank, role.
instead….
what idiot-plotting gobble-dee-gook did we get served-up???

and then Covenant…
holey-SHITE: yeah, they’re colonists, yeah they’ve bought there passage, yeah it’s a civilian, not scientific nor military mission, but STILL! how much screaming? how much faffing?
how much patriarchal, patronising diminishing & infantilising of women? jeeeZUS!
& how much shouting? & blubbing???

and how lopsided & unbalanced & uneven are their structuring? Prometheus has so much potential … just … spaffed away… with all its potential claustrophobia squandered & chopped about… with events going nowhere & characters AGAIN just disappearing…
with Covenant playing so derivative that its hard to tell if its homage or lazy or retconning (how many colony / leisure ships got trounced by unexpected solar-flares in 2016/17/18???) - they ship ISN’T WY (not that i can see - is the logo anywhere? apart from Walter / David) & yet… the sound-effects of all the hardware & software & controls & interfaces are identical to Nostromo, while Prometheus sounds nothing like: the music queues are straight copies of Jerry Goldsmith’s, whereas Marc Streitenfeld’s is SO DAMN ORIGINAL & … alien & chilling…
Covenant has so much opportunity with its hybrid crew of colonists / settlers for examining character & aspirations etc. but instead they make reductive comments about Christian captains & non-religious crew…
C is wonderfully different & original in its infections & gestations & xenomorphs, both using & skipping the egg/face-hugger cycle, but again it squanders it…
& WHAT is Scott’s obsession with the local planetoid atmosphere conditions impacting & disrupting proceedings? in all 3 of his Alien films??? its great atmosphere, but lazy plotting, & once you know - accident, twice - coincidence, three time - incompetence!!!
I luvs ‘em, marathons them, wallows in them, but GODS do P & A:C frustrate & disappoint me!!!

Have I posted my old Prometheus drawing here before

If prometheus made humans out of clay then was him giving us fire like putting clay into a kiln?

Punishment of Prometheus, by the Eagle of Zeus, from Ancient Greek mythology. This painting, highlights the intense conflict between the Titan Prometheus and Zeus.

Promethean Problems

Classic Classy Classis

Dramatic Dynamic Diverse Ditches

Ambitious Alesia

Crassus Cringe

Knavish Knighting

Inherited Illegitimacy

Robust Reeves

Superfluous Success Stories (Napoleonic edition)

7 Knights for a Trial of 7

I’m writing a new fic (again) and Prometheus just showed up and he’s lovely.

Man just cracked a guy’s skull open and a child popped out and he’s just like ‘hello! :)’

Just do some random searching about Prometheus, and saw this. I cannot believe that they just toss away all the research endeavors of both Shaw and Holloway. Something they dedicated their life to. Just completely removed.

We’ll Do It!

A revealing comment from euthanasia advocate Jonathan Reggler:

“Once you accept that people ought to have autonomy, once you accept that life is not sacred and something that can only be taken by God, a being I don’t believe in—then, if you’re in that work, some of us have to go forward and say, ‘We’ll do it.‘”

To translate into Nietzschean terms:

Once you accept there is no God, you must step up and be God yourself, taking control of life and death. And that is not a hard sell. To assume godlike powers is to play the role of Prometheus, to feel that thrill of divine power, if only for a moment.

And Canadian progressives have claimed that role with relish: Medically supervised murder has accounted for roughly one in twenty deaths in Canada for a number of years. But it is also ironic that man’s exceptionalism—his freedom—is precisely what allows him to treat life as something trivial and to reduce himself to nothing.

Solzhenitsyn famously rooted the West’s problems in the fact it had forgotten God. On this point, Nietzsche was blunter:

“We have not forgotten him so much as killed him. And in killing God we came to glory in killing ourselves, both physically and, perhaps more significantly, metaphysically.”

~ Carl R. Trueman

A New Day For Old Prometheus

By Ceciley Noel

I meet you in the trenches

After judgement has been passed

I need to know the value

Of the roll where I’ve been cast

You ask me what I bring

And my spine begins to shiver

I’m the hands that held the flame

I’m the heart of the giver

I ask to share your warmth

Of the fire I gave freely

I don’t need a famous myth

I only wish for you to see me

But your eyes just slip away

To the next shiny thing delivered

I’m just a shot in the dark

Another arrow in your quiver

You don’t see I bring the light

You don’t see I sculpt the clay

I built you up to high

To ever care the price I pay

And so you leave me to my fate

Where my bones are left to wither

And you enjoy my warmth

While you feast upon my liver