Young Sevika For No Reason

Hahaha gosh 😂😂😂😂✨✨✨✨

But it's amazing how touching it was that his emotions convinced her! But at the same time it's so funny he's so stressed and in a rage, and that's what makes her go:

So she spoke, and made trial of her husband. But Odysseus, in a burst of anger, spoke to his true-hearted wife, and said: “Woman, truly this is a bitter word that thou hast spoken. Who has set my bed elsewhere? Hard would it be for one, [185] though never so skilled, unless a god himself should come and easily by his will set it in another place. But of men there is no mortal that lives, be he never so young and strong, who could easily pry it from its place, for a great token is wrought in the fashioned bed, and it was I that built it and none other.

Hom.Od.23.181-189

So everyone loves the moment of recognition between Penelope and Odysseus and how Penelope basically "forces the true Odysseus" come out with her own trick. Many believe that the recognition happens because of the detailed account of how he made the bed and how it was the secret only a few knew but in my opinion this is not 100% true.

Penelope did not recognize her husband because he analyzed their secret; she recognized him because of his reaction.

Odysseus replied "in a burst of anger". He is exaspirated, afraid, worried and surprised. That is the husband she wants to see; the husband who wants nothing else but his home, his roots and his wife. Anyone could reveal to any mortal the secret of her bed; from one of the servants till one of the gods but there is one thing no one can fake;

The GENUINE emotion. Odysseus replied so immediately and so abruptly in such a genuine emotion that left Penelope no doubt yet that this was her husband. Odysseus didn't just ask her how it is possible to move the bed; he asked her in ANGER a genuine exaspiration and disbelief. No actor or god could mimic that genuine emotion. Odysseus spent about half his time in Ithaca hiding his emotions so he would survive. At that moment of the mention of moving the imovable bed his emotions just showed.

The sign she recognized was not the information he gave her it was his heart.

Dusk at Ulster Heights Wetlands by Gerald Berliner

Poor Priam 😅 All you could do at this point is cross your arms and be like "Well. Shit."

Imagine being Priam and just having received your son with his new spouse and be like "Okay...the worst has happened. Now we expect retaliation from Sparta coming at any moment"

A while later when Troy was minding their own business like every day and suddenly the retaliation you expected finally arrives. However is not just Sparta...

You see over 1000 ships arriving from afar with their colorful sails carrying all major kings of all major cities of Greece under the banners of the previous suitors of Helen's including the richest of all, Agamemnon, the offended husband Menelaus from yet another rich city, a freaking demigod Achilles known for his strength in battle and rumored to be invulnerable by weapons and the infamous Odysseus known for his cunning and indirect ways.

You know you are up for a wild ride. Potentially you already know you are screwed.

And now the music called "Pines of Rome" from the version of Fantasia 2000 plays rentfree in my head!

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Fantasia 2000 Pines of Rome

Oh my goodness, this is absolutely perfect for them! 🥹❤️ It captures their relationship so beautifully, even in their childhood and later, after Caleb forgives Diego for everything that happened. Despite all his pain, Caleb never stopped loving Diego as his brother. That love never wavered, even when it was buried under hurt. He always carried that deep, protective instinct, never wanting Diego to end up hurt or alone. 😢

Caleb always took it upon himself to care for Diego no matter what... it was such an integral part of who he was. Their bond is so bittersweet! And of course the themes of mental health just speak volumes about their story ❤️

I am not crying you are! 😢 😭😭😭 Orestes and Pylades in Eurypedes are literally the best example if you wanna see how it feels to work with Caleb and Diego, our babies with my friend @artsofmetamoor 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I mean look at them!

Orestes: There is just one more problem

Pylades: A new objection?

Orestes: What if the gods strike me again with madness?

Pylades: Then I will take care of you

Orestes: It will be terribly hard to handle a sick man

Pylades: Not to me if it's you!

Orestes: Beware! You will be dragged down to my madness!

Pylades: Let it go!

Orestes: You wouldn't hesitate?

Pylades: No! Hesitation is a great evil between friends!

(Translation by me)

MY BABIES!! They are off to do evil things sure but DUDE!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

So you get an idea of the characters you can see in my friend's profile. Caleb is being the one trying to stabilize a very traumatized and very mentally unstable Diego who is often like a ticking bomb ready to explode (which he does!)

Gosh now I wanna write for BOTH these moments! Pylades handling poor Orestes as his madness comes and goes and our babies with @artsofmetamoor as Caleb is there for Diego when he has a mental breakdown! 😢

make me choose: @walkmanquill207 asked captain amelia or kida

Visual development for The Little Mermaid (1989)

Moonlight poured through the woven structures of the Marui, but inside it was the blue steady glow of a datapad that illuminated the two figures resting close together. Liora lay on her stomach over the huge mat, her legs swaying gently in the air, her bare feet brushing one another in an unconscious rhythm. Her toes curled now and then, in unison with the shy excitement of her voice as she scrolled through her research.

“…the clusters of glimmer coral were pulsing together, responding to the school of glider fin passing nearby.” she murmured, her voice barely louder than the hush of the sea outside, “They react to movement! I ran a test earlier and… Oh! The current shifted during the second dive, so I’ll have to try again tomorrow…”

Assara was on her side, her body curved protectively around the tiny human woman nestled next to her, a powerful arm draped over her waist, a quiet claim. Her ear flickered at the sound of Liora's voice and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, sharp and fond. Her unscarred seeing eye opened lazily, watching how the datapad’s glow reflected against the human's sun-kissed skin.

“Still speaking so much after jumping over rocks and chasing fish all day, little light?” she teased, her voice a low husky tone. “You Sky People truly do hide endless energy in those tiny bodies.”

Liora blushed and peeked over her shoulder at the Na'vi woman with a shy smile.

“I just… didn’t want to forget anything before I recorded it.”

Assara hummed in amusement, a deep throaty sound that rumbled softly down Liora’s spine. Her tail shifted with languid movements, slithering forward like a curious creature. With playful tenderness, it coiled around Liora’s legs, sliding up toward her thighs in a slow, deliberate caress.

“If you’re not tired enough to sleep…” Assara leaned forward, her warm breath brushing against Liora’s skin, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Then perhaps I should help… tire you out a bit more.”

Liora gasped and gripped the sides of her datapad as if it might steady her. Her blush bloomed across her cheeks up to her ears.

“A-Assara…” she squeaked.

The Na’vi let out a chuckle, low and rich. She leaned in further, nuzzling into the curve of Liora’s neck, lips brushing gently over her pulse.

“I never tire of that sound.” she whispered with affection.

A ticklish giggle escaped Liora, soft, sweet, and utterly disarming in the way that never failed to melt Assara’s guarded heart. The Na’vi’s smirk faded into something gentler.

“This place… was empty before you.” Assara whispered, her voice unguarded, filled with rare vulnerability, “But your voice, your brightness... it filled everything, little light. Even me.”

Liora stilled, her breath caught as her eyes widened, shimmering with emotion. Then, she carefully set her datapad aside, her fingers trembling faintly. Slowly, she shifted onto her side against Assara’s chest, seeking the warmth and safety she knew only there. She said nothing. There was no need for words. Her gesture and her grateful smile spoke for her.

Assara drew her closer, her arms closing around Liora’s body like a shell embracing a precious pearl. Her tail remained wrapped around her mate protectively. Lowering her head, she pressed her brow gently against Liora’s, just above the edge of her breathing mask, and both of them closed their eyes.

The datapad’s glow faded. The sea sang outside the Marui, soft and eternal. And within, two souls from different worlds who had once wandered alone, now held each other close.

In each other’s arms, they were home.

**

And they were roomates maruimates ❤️

Tagging @inolaphoenix because she so kindly asked to be notified whenever I posted writing about these two. It’s just a very short scene this time to go along with my art, sorry! Still, I hope you enjoy it ❤️❤️

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