#amantesmultorum

[frxncaise]

“ Big brain? ” Angélique incredulously repeated with a scoff. “ I suppose that books and school are not for everyone, but the only way this novel could significantly harm if I were to use it as a weapon. ” To prove her point, she proceeded to gently tap @amantesmultorum on the arm with her latest read. It was a feather light touch, not even strong enough to hurt even the frailest spider. Literature had been her oldest and often her only friend. Pages of words became her refuge, and briefly alleviating her from her frequent loneliness. Unlike him, there were no other siblings or friends that had grown to be family within her life. He would not know how it felt to be alone like she did.

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[encntada]

@amantesmultorum ╱     september & sejanus.

" sejanus ! " his named is half whispered half yelped as he entered her bedroom. relief settles in previously tense bones as he is pulled into the tightest embrace she could muster. poor ma had been worried sick when he didn't return home with his sister from school that evening. the games had given them a bit of leeway to stave off their mother's attentiveness; september with her duties to lucky flickerman and sejanus with his mentoring. but after what happened to marcus today, september was sure he just needed some extra time to cool off and grieve. and that excuse assuaged their mother for a little while ———- until the phone rang. sejanus had taken the most drastic measure and somehow found his way into the arena. it was crazy! but deep down september couldn't quite blame him. the image of marcus' beaten body hanging in the rafters was haunting and it would've been so unlike sejanus to do nothing at all. from what she could hear from the hall, their father had taken the scolding approach so she decides to try a bit of compassion. " are you okay? "

[ircnwrought-a]

@amantesmultorum (peeta) liked for a quarter quell starter !!

__________≋      SHE  HATES  THE  CAPITOL.  the  perfume  smells  sickly  &&  the  people  prance  about  with  painted  smiles  that  look  more  like  bared  teeth.  hungry  animals  ready  to  pounce  for  a  pound  of  flesh.  she  feels  trapped  in  her  apartments,  she  can't  tell  if  there  really  are  more  peacekeepers  stationed  in  the  tower  since  her  games  or  if  she  imagines  it  as  her  paranoia  festers  here.  she  can't  breathe  properly,  breath  catching  in  her  chest  in  panic  at  being  confined  so  she  works  her  way  up  to  the  roof  for  at  least  a  bit  of  air  only  she  finds  someone  has  sought  solace  before  she  has.  she  recognizes  him  from  the  bits  of  game  she  was  forced  to  watch  the  year  before,  she  had  heard  stories  about  the  love  story.  she  wonders  how  much  is  true  or  if  they  suffer  as  finnick  does.  ❛    i'm  sorry,  if  you  don't  prefer  company  i  can  go  back  down  ??  the  track's  not  bad  for  a  walk  when  you  change  the  holo-scene.    ❜

[thecheerleader]

[ @amantesmultorum ] ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ‧

‘ 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? ’ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉˢ ʲᵃⁿᵉ⸴ ᵃ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵉ‧ she's just glad they're still on for 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, after the day they both had.

‘ don't you have it 𝓜𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 by now? ’

[thelostmadrigals]

🔥≻||  @amantesmultorum​ said: ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ (Luisa to Fuega) ||≺🔥

Fuega stared unconvinced at her sibling before walking forwards to wrap her arms around her leg as a hug since she was a giant and her leg was the closest thing in arm reach for the seven year old to hug unprompted 

“Bull shit.” Fuega could see her sister was tired but there was a reason for it and it wasn’t nothing. “Can we build a pillow fort and you can rest there with me?” maybe then she could get Luisa to talk to her; learn the culprits and give them a...heated discussion for it. She also got a pillow fort and time with her sibling too which she did look forwards to. Luisa was her favourite hermana after all... “I could bring snacks and... and heat them up!” 

[futuresees]

@amantesmultorum liked for a thing on my wish list so they get a thing

He had left the family because his gift wasn't helping the family, he had left to protect Mirabel. But when it came to it he couldn't bring himself to leave her life for good, so he had made Julieta swear to take care of his Mirabel.

And then, disappeared into the walls of Casita where he could watch his daughter grow up but never let his gift hurt her.

So for ten years, Bruno watched. Until the day came that Mirabel found him, slumping back into his beat up chair, Bruno tried not to show his pain every time she called him Tío Bruno. He was no longer her Papá, that was Agustín's role now, and it hurt.

"Look, Mirabel, I wish I could tell you more about what I saw that night, but I can't because... I don't know what it means."

[iinmortales-archive]

            ‘ it isn’t like there is an easy, believable way to say i have captain america’s shield because i’m his son in another universe. ‘ so, yeah, he’d ended up in jail, charged with theft, and they’d called his dad. well, his dad from this universe, anyway. not exactly how he’d envisioned meeting the man. honestly, he hadn’t expected to meet him at all. the only thought in his head when he’d ended up here was just that he wanted to see him. and mom. ‘ can i have my shield back now? family heirloom and all. ‘

@amantesmultorum​ james for steve!

[glimpseofwonderarchive]

@amantesmultorum gets a thing

Hiking her skirts up further, the girl ran desperately. The stitch in her side only grew, but she couldn't stop. The dogs and the shouts were getting ever closer. And Róisín knew that if she was caught, it would mean death. Whether by her own hand, or someone else's, her fate would be sealed.

But her options were running short. There was no forest to take refuge in. Only the rath, the fairy fort, could potentially save her now. The braying of the hounds was just over the hill. They'd overtake her soon if she didn't hurry.

With the very last of her energy, Róisín charged forward. There! She could see the rath just ahead. The stone wall guarding the ring was low on on side. And if she angled herself just right... Spinning on her heels and darting toward the gap just as one of the dogs came barreling toward her, Róisín threw herself with all her might into the rath.

She'd landed on her face, but she couldn't count on superstition to protect her now. Sure, some of the men feared the fairies, and would go back. But others, Cathal included, would have no problem following her. Scrambling to her feet, she tried to run again. But a large stone tripped her up, and she fell once more. Only then did she see the little hole hidden amongst the bracken and the overgrowth. Quickly, she crawled inside and covered herself as best she could.

God had abandoned her. He'd never heard a single prayer. Maybe now, she thought, it was time to call upon the old gods. Danu, The Dagda, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Manannán mac Lir! Yes, Manannán had shielded the Tuatha Dé Danann. Maybe his mercy would protect her too. Closing her eyes and clenching her hands together in supplication, Róisín struggled for breath.

"Light of sun, radiance of moon! Sky, earth, sea! Hear my cry carried on the wind, shield me!"