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brother-emperors · 3 months

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BROTHERS

The river Weser ran between the Roman and Cheruscan forces. Arminius came to the bank and halted with his fellow chieftains:— "Had the Caesar come?" he inquired. On receiving the reply that he was in presence, he asked to be allowed to speak with his brother. That brother, Flavus by name, was serving in the army, a conspicuous figure both from his loyalty and from the loss of an eye through a wound received some few years before during Tiberius' term of command. Leave was granted, and Stertinius took him down to the river. Walking forward, he was greeted by Arminius; who, dismissing his own escort, demanded that the archers posted along our side of the stream should be also withdrawn. When these had retired, he asked his brother, whence the disfigurement of his face? On being told the place and battle, he inquired what reward he had received. Flavus mentioned his increased pay, the chain, the crown, and other military decorations; Arminius scoffed at the cheap rewards of servitude.

They now began to argue from their opposite points of view. Flavus insisted on "Roman greatness, the power of the Caesar; the heavy penalties for the vanquished; the mercy always waiting for him who submitted himself. Even Arminius' wife and child were not treated as enemies." His brother urged "the sacred call of their country; their ancestral liberty; the gods of their German hearths; and their mother, who prayed, with himself, that he would not choose the title of renegade and traitor to his kindred, to the kindred of his wife, to the whole of his race in fact, before that of their liberator." From this point they drifted, little by little, into recriminations; and not even the intervening river would have prevented a duel, had not Stertinius run up and laid a restraining hand on Flavus, who in the fullness of his anger was calling for his weapons and his horse. On the other side Arminius was visible, shouting threats and challenging to battle: for he kept interjecting much in Latin, as he had seen service in the Roman camp as a captain of native auxiliaries.

Tacitus Annals 2.10-11

there's a lot going on in there! Arminius switching to Latin is a detail that always makes me feel a deep kind of sadness, especially with how it's preceded by mention of their mother. I wonder what she thought of what became of her sons, on opposite sides of everything but still, inescapably, brothers. even when they want to kill each other. there sure are a lot of fucked up and unhappy brothers around. and Arminius asking about Flavus' injury............I also had a whole thing typed out about the horror of imperialism and colonization and the trauma of assimilation but I think this sets the tone better

Rome's Greatest Defeat: Massacre in the Teutoburg Forest, Adrian Murdoch

and also this, just for fun

(ibid)

this post is already a mile long, so lets add another mile to it: a little scene at the start of their conversation! tfw you go in for a hug and your younger brother who also ended up being taller starts roasting your hair style

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app⭐ko-fi

#long post #SO LONG #roman empire tag #tbh im not jazzed about using that tag when rome is not actually the setting here but i do not have a good era tag for this yet #i'll figure it out later eurhghghesuerhgh #komiks tag #arminius & flavus #idk. maybe also #eye trauma cw #anyway it's all very 'he's my brother and i need a shovel to love him' kind of deal #this (wheezing) this is an idea i had LAST YEAR but it was a solo illustration #i had it posted for about ten minutes before i decided it sucked ass and needed to be revisited as a comic #FINALLY. the idea is complete. im free. it's been bothering me to have it unfinished while the original idea was haunting my drafts #as a reminder to get it done. and now i can delete it. au revoir illustration you will not be missed

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cometshift · 2 months

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can nothing help me to regain control?

#phighting #phighting art #phighting subspace #subspace phighting #art #subspace #body horror cw #eye trauma cw #let me know if i should tag anything else >__<#i said this on twitter but she's sooo chronic wasting disease coded...#'the song or the actual disease' both!#hi i drafted this post 2 months ago and then never posted it what's wrong with me

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on-this-day-mcr · 8 months

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On this day, September 2

In 2022: My Chemical Romance performed their 31st show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Montreal, Canada. At this show, an unreleased song (titled "Eagles" on the paper setlist) was performed for the third time ever, with new lyrics. Gerard Way wore blackout scleral contacts with fake blood dripping from their eyes, and "I only have eyes for you ♡" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

Dominic Gendron

#eye gore cw #eye trauma cw #mcr montreal #tour date #swarm era #2022 #september 2 #GOD what a fucking show #this is the one where they had to do the acknowledgements with frank and ray behind them arguing in the dead mics about #whether bon the fuck jour is what the fuck is up in french

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thylacines-toybox · 2 months

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Restoring Treecko's eyes

This Treecko plush used to belong to a primary school friend, and unfortunately one of her dogs got hold of it at some point and tore the fabric covering its eyes. So it's just been blank eyed and ghostly for a long time, but I thought I'd try painting them back on!

These eyes feel like they are fitted like the normal type of safety eye with a washer at the back, but they're huge and I bet they'd be really tough. Rather than attempt to detach them, I decided just to mask the fur around them with tape, tucking the tape under the edge a bit. The surface of the plastic was already sanded and matte enough to paint. I put on a few thin coats to try and keep it smooth.

I lightly sketched in a pupil position then very carefully drew the pupils with a paint pen! I'm surprised I got them as neat as that.

While varnishing them, I added a circle of hole punched paper for a white highlight. This is a little off model honestly but I think it looks nice.

A few coats of varnish later (honestly not as shiny as I could have gotten, but not too bad) I removed the tape, and we're done! It looks happy!

#treecko #pokemon #plushie #toys #modded toy #plushie modification #eye replacement #eye trauma cw #just in case

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elsewhereuniversity · 5 months

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Alternative Therapy with Marbles

There is one being from the Else who works for the University. Not because it’s replacing someone; the school has its Name.

It was young, once, and hungry, and fond of marbles, beautiful worthless things that they were, a human sort of glamour. It played marbles with students, by rules arcane and unexplained, and paid out just enough heart’s desires that they still sought it out with their marbles even though more often it would win an eye, or both, delicious things like soft, delicate marbles, and sometimes it won more than that and sucked the marrow from a student’s bones, leaving the rest for the Groundskeepers to clean up.

But it had been young. Cocky. It hadn’t understood how quickly a human can learn, new skills gained in just a few years, or how determined a human can be. Most vitally, it hadn’t learned what hustling was in time to avoid being hustled by the lover of one on whose marrow it had fed. “Wager nothing you can’t afford to lose,” the humans told each other, but it had bet a Name against a Name, overconfident, and it had lost. The one who won its Name gifted it to the University (traded it for nothing, as if it was worthless) and then went back to the world of Iron and never again touched a place where the borders were thin.

The school administration had never been put into such a position before. (It did not understand their dilemma until much later, the difficulty of deciding whether to let a killer go free or to keep it enslaved. It took it a long time to comprehend the value that humans place on the freedom of others, and on their own status as people-who-do-not-own-people.) The Dean decided that it would be given a job. It spent many years as a guard, a member of campus security, paid (although they need not have paid it; they had its Name) in pig’s eyes and cow’s eyes and sometimes delicious-lovely goat’s eyes as a “bonus” when it saved a student or two from being killed or stolen.

The girl who started talking to it was called Marbles, and it did not save her from anything from the Else, only scared off a drunk boy who had been trying to follow her home. Marbles stayed to talk to it, gave it her use- name, and offered it a marble “in thanks.”

“No debt is owed,” it said, the words vile in its mouth. It wanted that marble, an end-of-the-day, a unique blend of orange and purple. “I am permitted to make no trades.”

“Freely given, then,” Marbles said, and she began to visit with it during its “time off” (another strange human concept), and shared her marbles with it, playing games for no stakes at all, with rules they invented together as they went. The students began to call it Friend-of-Marbles, and it was a relief to have a name that was its own and was true, even if it wasn’t its True Name.

Then Marbles was Taken. Her human friends came to it, begged it to help, but it could make no trades to empower them, could not leave its post to seek her. They cursed at it - not curses with power, merely words, but they hurt it all the same, “false-friend” and “Marbles should have known not to trust a–” and the vilest invectives they could think of, but it was Marbles’ friend, and Marbles had trusted it, and as they turned to leave, it said, “Wait,” and breathed yearning onto the first marble that Marbles had given it, the orange-purple end-of-the-day, unique in all the world, and held it out.

“Freely given,” it said, wrestling to get the vile words out, because they would have traded with it, would have given up much for this, but it was not allowed. “Set it down and it will roll towards her, I swear it thrice; though I cannot prevent there from being danger along the way.”

They gave it suspicious looks, but they took the marble, set it down on the path and traded glances with each other when it rolled uphill, towards the woods. One of them nodded to Friend-of-Marbles, and they set off, Questing.

Days passed, seven and then seven times seven, before it saw Marbles again, although one of her human friends had returned its marble to it after only three. “She’s back,” they said. “She’s not okay yet, but she’s talking to someone in counseling. Your gift helped us find her.”

She was still not okay when she came to talk to it.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” she said. “I’m going back.”

“To the world of Iron?” it asked, but it knew that the answer would be no. Her eyes had been such a rich, lovely brown before, and now they were grey and empty, and she seemed less than before, her clothes hanging off her loosely.

“All I wanted when I was in the Spring lands was to get back here,” she said, looking at the ground. “But… it was so beautiful.” She talked about the flowers, the sight of them, the smell of them; about the music they had played in the Spring court, and how every sound it had heard since had grated on her ears in comparison; and she had been too canny to eat, but she drank from a clear spring, and she could not help but taste the artificiality of packaged food now, and the decay in everything else, the way that everything grew from the moldering remains of what had gone before and began to turn bad itself as soon as it had ripened. “I wish I could just forget,” she said, “But I can’t. So I’m going back.”

“You could give them to me,” Friend-of-Marbles suggested. “I was of the Spring lands, once; they would be no burden on me.” If it breathed, it would have held its breath in suspense. It wanted those memories, and it wanted its friend back, but it could offer nothing in recompense, was allowed to make no deals.

“I’ll try anything, at this point,” Marbles said. “I freely give you my memories of the Spring lands.”

Oh, they were delicious, a taste of home like a breath of fresh air. It was careful, more careful than it truly had to be, by the terms of the not-a-deal they had made; it took all of her memories of the Spring lands, but let her remember remembering them, though not what she had remembered. When it finished, it was full, sated in a way that eyes did not touch (delicious though the squish-pop of them was), and Marbles’ eyes were brown again.

“Thank you,” Marbles said unwisely, and flung her arms around it.

“There is no debt,” Friend-of-Marbles said, and held her close.

The next day, the Dean and a staff member it did not recognize approached it, looking cautious but hopeful.

“I’m Marbles’ therapist,” the one who was not the Dean said. “She told me what you did, and gave me permission to talk about it.”

“I took only what was freely given,” it said defensively. “And I could have taken more - she was not careful - but did not.”

“We’re not upset with you,” the Dean assured it. “We wanted to ask if you could do it again. And if maybe you’d like a different job.”

And that was how Friend-of-Marbles (who was just called Marbles now, many years after the original Marbles had done what mortals must eventually do) began to work at the student counseling center. It learned, over the years, that some students who had been Elsewhere only needed to talk to someone who would understand, who would listen and not judge (which the human counselors would have done, too, but some of the students who had wandered in the Else thought themselves monsters, and were more comfortable talking to something monstrous).

It took memories only rarely and sparingly, memories of Spring, for Autumn memories could be shed like leaves, but Spring memories would take root and grow, if allowed. The students always offered more, desperate to be free, but it learned to be discerning, taking one song, one taste, one impossible color.

(Sometimes, students offered it other memories, memories that haunted them in other ways, but it learned quickly that for them, knowing what had happened but not remembering soon became worse than remembering had been; and so it did not consume those memories but only held them temporarily, giving them back at the start of each weekly session and taking them once again at the end if the student asked it to. And eventually, they would stop asking.)

The school still gives it payment in eyes and marrow-bones, but Marbles dines well on memories too beautiful to bear, and sometimes appreciative students will give it a marble, tiny false gems, a human glamour.

#submission #vigs #alternative therapy with marbles #oh i loved this #friend of marbles #marbles #eye trauma cw #long post #stories

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neophaim · 3 months

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Bangkai for @mdzdyd! Thank you for letting me use your boy to practice drawing dragons :D

#my art #flight rising #dragons #mirror dragon #eye trauma cw

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eyebaus · 2 years

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hmm

#agent 3 #captain 3 #agent 8 #splatoon #etched #eye trauma cw

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goated33 · 3 months

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Exorcists… inspired by the seraphim being weird birds

#vaggies feathers turn to fur and her limbs darken #which is just for fun since I don’t think anything happened to her physically when she ‘fell’#I couldn’t get the glowy angel blood to look suitably dramatic so she has homestuck mustard blood now. rip #hazbin #lute #vaggie #gore cw #eye trauma cw #do you have any idea how much I wanted to draw lute with scars.

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gorydean · 10 months

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Juliet dans Paris (1967) ハウス (1977) Låt den rätte komma in (2008)

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mintcrows · 5 months

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this sure was something huh

#crows caws #apex legends #revenant apex #revenant #gif #eye trauma #eye trauma cw #eye trauma tw #minty gif

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giaffa · 4 months

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compilation from an opthalmology manual by C.E. May, translated and printed in Italy in 1906 (Manuale delle Malattie dell'Occhio)

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possessable · 3 months

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i think it's really funny how in EPIC they changed it to be all dramatic so Polyphemus passes out mid-fight-mid-lyric because they spiked his drink a whole song earlier, meanwhile in The Odyssey he just drinks way too much wine because it tastes good and then he throws up and passes out immediately after

#i know he wakes up when he gets stabbed in the eye but i wanted to make the joke #shitpost #doodle #eye trauma cw #alcohol cw #polyphemus #the odyssey #epic the musical

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goodbyenorthernlights · 2 months

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Just to get something off my chest: It is very weird to me that while I've seen people acknowledge and joke about how sexual the scenes where the demon eats the desires of the Dungeon Lords are, I have yet to see anyone acknowledge that hey, those scenes are also heavily coded as rape scenes?

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??? I know it's uncomfortable to talk about but surely I'm not the only one who sees this? Like the demon is not just a sexually coded being- it is very specifically framed as a rapist.

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi spoilers #rape cw #eye trauma cw

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stardust-falling · 5 months

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Because I keep seeing fanworks that don’t reference it or forget this fact, here is a reminder that Shen Jiu loses an eye while imprisoned by LBH. This happens before Bing-ge rips off his arms but may occur before or after he loses his legs. Which eye he loses is is not specified.

Source: Qijiu extra

#svsss #shen jiu #eye trauma cw #dismemberment cw #anyway idk why I am so particular about this but give stick!Jiu an eyepatch or so help me #he also loses his tongue at some point after his limbs but I feel like that one gets remembered more often #zhuixing svsss

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kissingagrumpygiant · 2 years

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hes about to pull what the kids would call a pro gamer move

#the pro gamer move is gaining papa's approval via violence #warrick #my art #eye trauma cw

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piggiebonez · 10 months

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i dont even know what this means. what did i just do. what is this.

z*adrs dni. death by genital herpes

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