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#i should really start an art tag#the hunger games#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#everlark#very proud of katniss' hair#in the fancy one#flavius went off#theyre back to back holding hands#like with the berries#theres so many details in all of these#patting myself on the back#also their handwriting is so important to me#his big cursive#her small print
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Petronius Maximus --- The dipshit Roman emperor who caused the sack of Rome because he was an arrogant dipshit.
Petronius Maximus was a wealthy Roman politician born in 397 AD to old Roman money. Like many wealthy Romans he went into politics and throughout the early 5th century climbed the ranks of Roman government until he became one of the most powerful men in the Western Roman Empire. He was crafty and he was ambitious. He was also a dipshit and an asshole.
By the 450's P. Maximus had a clear plan, to create a power vacuum in Rome that he could cunningly fill. He began by turning the emperor at the time, Valentinian III, against his magister militum Flavius Aetius. As magister militum Aetius was commander of the Roman Army, and had proven himself a master tactician and brilliant diplomat. Through military victories and diplomacy Aetius was barely holding a crumbling empire together. Maximus convinced Valentinian III that Aetius was looking to usurp his throne. Thus in 454 Valentinian summoned Aetius to his palace and personally murdered him with his sword. Maximus had organized the death of the most talented Roman official in the empire, which in the grand scheme of things was probably a big mistake. With Aetius dead, Maximus expected he would take Aetius' place as magister militum. However Valentinian refused to appoint him as magister militum. Thus in 455 AD, Maximus had him assassinated, hiring two of Aetius' bodyguards to do the deed as revenge.
Several powerful Romans claimed the Imperial throne but Maximus managed to beat them all to the punch by taking over the Imperial Palace and immediately marrying Valentinian's widow, Licinia Eudoxia. Licinia didn't know Maximus had murdered her husband at the time but had suspicions. He also forced her daughters, Placidia and Eudocia to marry his sons. Through deceit and murder Maximus had managed to weasel his way into the Roman Imperial family and was now creating his own Imperial dynasty. Thus Petronius Maximus had become Emperor Dipshit, ruler of the shiny turd of what was left of the Western Roman Empire.
Problem was, when Emperor Dipshit married off Placidia and Eudocia to his sons, he canceled Eudocia's arranged marriage to Hunneric, who was the son of Geiseric, king of the Vandals. The Vandals were a Germanic tribe that had set up a prosperous kingdom in the former Roman province of North Africa, and were constantly raiding the Italian coast. Valentinian had arranged the marriage of Eudocia as a peace offering to Geiseric. Geiseric had received a letter from Eudoxia informing him that Maximus had killed her husband and was canceling the marriage of Eudocia. Geiseric was enraged at Empror Dipshit for canceling the marriage, and sent a Vandal fleet and army to Rome in response. "No problem" said Emperor Dipshit, "we got the Roman Army".
Except there was no Roman Army. Not really. After the death of Aetius the remains of the standing full time professional army had collapsed almost completely. Even Aetius was very dependent on mercenaries and allies. Nobody wanted to enlist in the Roman Army in the 5th century, with Romans going so far as to cut off their own fingers to avoid conscription. The Roman economy was a mess, the Imperial bureaucracy was riddled with corruption, the life of the average Roman was miserable, and by the 5th century most Roman emperors were snobbish, over-privileged, incompetent out of touch dipshits. The empire was dying and everybody knew it. Few believed it was worth saving, and nobody wanted to die for a dipshit emperor such as Emperor Dipshit. By 455 AD what was left of the Roman Army consisted of militia units called "limitanei" who acted as border patrolmen far away from Rome. For more complex military operations the Romans were fully dependent on mercenaries and allies. Emperor Dipshit attempted to enlist the help of the Visigoths, but they were like, "LMFAO nooo, you made your bed now lie in it!" I speculate they knew Maximus was a dipshit who was probably gonna get them all killed.
Emperor Dipshit knew it was a hopeless situation, so he made an announcement to the Roman people to flee and save themselves, then he too turned tail and fled. He was spotted by a large group of Roman refugees, who formed a mob and beat him to death. Good riddance. Emperor Dipshit's glorious reign lasted 77 days.
As far as sackings go the sack of Rome in 455 AD wasn't too bad. The Vandals were Christians, so the Pope was able to convince them not to do the more horrible things like rape and murder civilians, or burn down the city. So for the most part the Vandals refrained from bloodshed and arson. However they did take as many Romans into slavery as they could fit on their ships, and they also looted the city of almost everything of value. Even the bronze tiles on the roof of the Temple of Jupiter were pried off and carted away. Also Geiseric carted off Eudocia and married her off to his son Huneric.
The Vandal's sack of Rome in 455 is where we get the term "vandalism" today. Also did I mention that Petronius Maximus was a dipshit?
#history#ancient history#ancient rome#dipshit#fall of rome#vandals#roman empire#western roman empire#late roman empire
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The First Day of Julius Caesar
Hello and welcome to the first day of my series! I choose to start not with a common misconception, but with a personal story that includes a very uncommon misconception that was all my fault. I thought it would fun to start things off.
When I was in eighth grade, I was a fan of Julian the Apostate. It was definitely because I went to a Catholic school while I disliked Catholicism. Young me was like "Omg I relate so much to Julian the Apostate!!"
(nowadays I feel quite embarrassed by my Julian the Apostate phase)
Anyway, I was in religion class and I was explaining Julian the Apostate to my religion teacher (as if a Catholic religion teacher would like him). Suddenly and to my utmost surprise, she was like "I know that person! He is my favourite historical figure!"
I had not expected the average person to know about Julian the Apostate, but I guessed that my religion teacher, as part of her training, had to learn about the religious history of Rome and that's where she learned about him.
My guess turned out to be very wrong. The more my religion teacher talked about him, the more I started to realise that we were not talking about the same person. Because Julian the Apostate definitely had nothing to do with the Julian Calendar or alea iacta est or the Ides of March and uh oh my religion teacher got him confused with Julius Caesar!
I was so baffled and embarrassed on her behalf that I didn't correct her. I never saw her again after eighth grade, so for all I know, her favourite historical figure might still be Julian the Apostate, the last pagan Roman emperor who was very influential in the end of the Roman Republic.
I'm actually quite concerned for her, because she was definitely a Julius Caesar fan in all the wrong ways, if you get what I mean. Which was made even worse by the fact that she was a religion teacher! I don't think Jesus would've been a Julius Caesar fan in that way. Actually, I don't think Jesus would've been a Julius Caesar fan, period.
Moral of the story, Julian the Apostate is NOT to be confused with Julius Caesar. One is named Flavius Claudius Julianus and the other one is named Gaius Julius Caesar. One lived, laughed, loved during the fourth century AD and the other lived, laughed, loved during the first century BC.
Don't be like this. And don't be like me either, who didn't correct my religion teacher out of embarrassment. I am making this series to undo the harm I caused that day haha.
I have a special interest in ancient Rome, and not a PhD. I am just some random Canadian teenager. I will try my best to be as historically accurate as I can in this series, but I'm human (and nothing human is alien to me) and I can make mistakes. Don't see anything I say as infallible, okay? And feel free to correct me. After all, this series is about correcting mistakes.
Thank you and I'll see you tomorrow with some actually common misconceptions about Julius Caesar!
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` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.
HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤
Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.
What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.
If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.
But you were so ... Calm?
Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.
Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!
But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.
'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.
Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.
The first night was ... Awkward.
— the first night.
After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.
— the second night.
The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."
The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.
After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?
All in all, it created a positive memory.
Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.
#skyrim x reader#elder scrolls x reader#skyrim headcanon#skyrim scenarios#skyrim x dovahkiin#elder scrolls skyrim#elder scrolls#skyrim#lucien flavius x reader#lucien flavius
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S2 episode 25 (Bread And Circuses) oh goodness oh my. I’m not ready. I’m so ready.
Okay get ready:
- They’re all standing on the enterprise bridge completely still. As if in tableau.
- Of course they’re beaming down to a dangerous planet with only the top three officers. Why even use reason at this point.
- Kirk outside the ship in his green shirt <3 (I keep thinking of it as his pjs)
- McCoy is very hostile towards Spock today. Hope they don’t get put in a situation with sharp objects…
- “Once, just once, I’d like to land someplace and say, ‘behold, I am the archangel Gabriel.’” “I fail to see the humour in that situation, Doctor.” “Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those point ears, Mr. Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork.” This is proving my theory that they’re the angel and devil on Kirk’s shoulders
- “We come from another… province.” Canadian moment
- “What do you call those?” “I call them ears.” There is no end to Spock’s audacity
- “Captain, I thought you might find this interesting.” Spock hands Kirk a newspaper with a shirtless man on the cover
- “Will you help us?” No one can outright deny this twunk
- Spock in a hat
- McCoy in a regular short sleeve shirt and bell bottom pants is <3
- no words for this one
- it’s like this episodes message is mirroring our own world or something… nah
- McCoy is already picking fights. Spock is indulging him. They’re not enemies to lovers. They’re enemies AND lovers.
- McCoy not afraid to slap a bitch
- So Merrick killed all of his crew… right?
- McCoy and Spock just flirting (debating) in public
- AND they threatened McCoy and Spock
- As Jim takes the communicator to assumedly order the crew down he has a shit eating grin… so it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna do that
- “Must you always be so blasted honest?!”
- He’s just talking on his cellphone
- Scotty is talking to his diary, Uhura is listening
- Jim is so scared for what’s about to happen
- McCoy and Spock about to face off against two shirtless men
- “I don’t mind fighting but… why you?” That gladiator took one look at them and went, ‘why are they making us fight these two nerds?’
- Camera goes to McCoy -> sound guy ups the catcalls
- I love Spock fighting really hard in the background and McCoy just.. he don’t want to
- “Do you need any help, Doctor?” “What ever gave you that idea?” “[random gladiator]Fight, you pointed eared freak!” “You tell him, buster! Of all the completely… ridiculous, illogical questions I ever heard in my life!” Then Bones falls on his ass and Spock comes to his rescue, happily ever after
- Those pants make Kirk’s ass look flat… unfair
- Spock trying to break the bars while McCoy sits in the most strange way possible
- Spock has tried to get them out the same way fifteen times. He wants his boyfriends safe.
- Me: awww McCoy and Spock having a genuine moment… nope they can’t last ten seconds (maybe they are divorced)
- McCoy pins Spock against the wall of the cell to make his point
- Spock’s pouty expression…
- “Why you wouldn’t know what to do with a genuine warm decent feeling.” “Really doctor?” They’re giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes
- Their fight ended with “I’m worried about Jim too” like McCoy knows Spock feels emotions but represses them and is ‘trying’ to understand him
- Kirk, I implore you not to kiss this woman- that went out the window so fast
- Never mind what I said about the pants making his ass flat. I was severely wrong. Forgive me.
- KIRK STRAIGHT UP KILLED THOSE GUYS
- Ohhh Merrick stole the communicator
- Kirk giving commendation to Scotty for not breaking the prime directive is priceless. ‘Good self control, Mr Scott.’
- I love how Spock and McCoy are both saying things about Flavius (agreeing with each other)and as soon as Spock speaks about studying the sun religion, McCoy looks like he’s going to explode
I both like and hate the relationship they have with Spock and McCoy in this one cause it’s so magnetic but I don’t know if it’ll ever be evolved past this and that makes me sad.
Masterpost
Episode written by Gene Roddenberry and Gene L. Coon
#star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#spock#s'chn t'gai spock#tos spock#leonard bones mccoy#tos bones#tos mccoy#captain james kirk#tos kirk
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Happy Pride! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜
I have a little gift art for @99corentine, the lovely Gol Hah Dov main cast, with their pride flags!!
For these four, especially Chrysanthe and Miraak, I wanted to pull my style back and try to make it closer to the way they'd originally been drawn. Flag explanations and close-ups below.
Chrysanthe: I chose the Gilbert Baker pride flag for him, and for Miraak as well! I much prefer the colors, and if you go and look up a little more about it, you'll find the history is very cool! It's the first gay pride flag. Chry doesn't necessarily strike me as MLM (men loving men) as much as he does MLM (mer loving Miraak), but this flag feels fitting nonetheless.
Miraak: I also went with the Gilbert Baker pride flag for him, on account of the reasons above. Given, well, as Corentine has stated, he's a 4000+ yr old semi-lich, he doesn't care much about his gender identity. I chose the Agender pride flag for that reason, but also... geen. He geen.
Lucien Flavius: It should be obvious what this boy's pride flag is. Whether it's the Aromantic, Asexual, or the Aroace flag, all apply to him! The beautiful sunset colors also happen to match his color palette and demeanor, which is a plus.
Teldryn Sero: Come on. It's Teldryn. We all know he's Pansexual, it's agreed upon universally. As for his gender identity? He's underneath the Nonbinary umbrella, but if you asked past that, he'd shrug it off.
Close-ups below!
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#skyrim#the elder scrolls#tes#the elder scrolls art#tes art#skyrim art#traditional art#tes fanart#dunmer#altmer#imperial#teldryn sero#lucien flavius#miraak#gol hah dov#chrysanthe#pride month#pride 2023#pride art
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Where did you come up with the iidea for Taliesin? He's great! If I put him in my game, Kaidan is gonna kill my character!
Taliesin is based off of the very first character I made in Skyrim 10 years ago. Back then, he was named "Piper" because I didn't know naming conventions for the races in Skyrim.
Technically, my first FIRST dragonborn was a Bosmer based after my trademark character that I use all the time in my media works because I'm lazy making new original characters. But I fell in love with the aesthetics of the Thalmor (Yeah, they're evil but...they're hot) that I decided to make an Altmer character. Granted, doing playthroughs all the way up to lvl 100 in nothing but Thalmor Robes were very...difficult.
When I got a PC and was introduced to the amazing world of Modding, I downloaded a certain imperial named "Lucien Flavius", made by @joseph-russell-author. Similar to how Joseph was inspired by Inigo, Lucien inspired me to take a shot at modding in 2019.
Taliesin went through a lot of different developments before Pat Mahoney did his edits of the script for his voice work and our lovable bastard was born. And thank the Gods he did! Taliesin wouldn't have been as interesting without Pat's work!
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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (??? part 1)
*The next day*
Allora: *fully healed, stretches her arms over her head with a small whine, sighing and dropping them after* Back to normalcy.
Lucien: Well, as normal as one can get with reconstruction taking place. I can't believe she was a Hagraven the entire time! I knew she had sharp teeth, but those things were awful.
Allora: *shudders* Tell me about it. I can still feel her latched to my arm. Thought I was going to lose it, if it weren't for my scales.
Taliesin: *pulling her head close and kissing her temple* You have no idea how relieved I am that everything is all right. We all feared the worst when you were launched from the window. Don't do that again.
Kaidan: *holding Lucia as she eats her snack on his lap* Aye, felt like my heart fell outta my chest with you. You sure yer a'right?
Allora: I'm fine. Super cool dragon powers, remember? I'm more worried about you, Lu-Lu.
Lucien: *feels ridiculously happy hearing that awful nickname again after so long, taking her hand and squeezing it* I'm all right! You took care of the worst of my injuries, and I feel much better after a rest.
Allora: *smiles softly, kissing his knuckles softly* I'm glad. How're you holding up, chickadee? You all right?
Lucia: *nods, munching on a homemade riceball Allora made, sans seaweed* Mhm. She was scary, but mama and Lucien-papa are way stronger. Your dragon form was so cool too!! I didn't know you could do that!!
Allora: *chuckles, wiping some rice from her cheek* I rarely use it if I'm not in danger. I get really hangry afterwards.
Inigo: Hehe. Yes, I am surprised you are so jovial now.
Allora: [jokingly] That can change if you really want.
Inigo: I am good, thank you!
Allora: *chuckles, leaning against Taliesin and squeezing Lucien's hand* That's what I thought.
Lyra and Davidicus enter the dining room, both wearing relieved smiles.
Lyra: I'm glad to see you're all well. Thank you for taking care of Silvia- I never would have thought she was a Hagraven. In personality, maybe…
Allora: *hums* I don't think she's your typical Hagraven.
Davidicus: Whatever do you mean?
Allora: She felt more like mine.
Kaidan: *jolts* Thought you said yers were made up?
Allora: They are. We've seen plenty of Hags before here, she didn't read like any of those. It's also possible she was toying with us and she's not a Hag.
Davidicus: Did you… not kill her?
Lucien: She escaped before we could, I'm afraid.
Allora: She used blood magick to teleport herself. Wherever she went, she's likely connected to it via her blood, which is how she escaped so quickly. That's the part that gets me- I've never seen anyone use blood magick here before. Just necromancy.
Taliesin: Disgusting vampires use a type of life draining spell… would that qualify as blood magick to you?
Allora: She used something like that as well as the blood magick, so for this world, I'm going to say no. Life draining is more necrotic to me anyways.
Inigo: I do not like the idea of something fantasy coming from your world becoming real here… the things you have talked about are very scary sometimes.
Allora: I doubt she's really from my world. But if she were, I'd know how to beat her. *shrugs* So she better watch it if she's knows what's good for her.
Lucia: Yeah! Mama will kick her butt!
Taliesin: *squints disapprovingly* Dangerously close to foul language, young lady. Kaidan, you've been awfully excessive near her lately. I haven't said anything due to the recent events, but I will punish you if it continues.
Kaidan: *rolls his eyes* Whatever.
Lucia: *giggles, finishing off her riceball and reaching out to Taliesin to sit on his lap* Sorry papa!
Taliesin: *hums, picking her up and squeezing her close* I suppose I forgive you. But don't make it a habit! *wags his finger*
Reberio: *pokes his head into the dining hall* Mistress Flavius?
Lyra: *jolts in surprise* Reberio? What's wrong?
Reberio: It seems the events of yesterday caught the attention of some individuals who claim they are from Temple? Some… priests… are here… they wish to see Mistress White.
Everyone turns to look at Allora who merely just sighs and drops her chin to her chest.
Allora: Always something…
#TESSDE AU#skyrim#Lucien Flavius#Lucien Skyrim#Lyra Flavius#Davidicus Flavius#Allora#Dragonborn oc#Lucia#inigo the brave#inigo skyrim#kaidan khim#Kaidan skyrim#skyrim taliesin#tes#tesblr
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Pandora Thoughts
So I finally read Pandora for the first time (first new to me book in the series since I started re-reading). I'm just gonna ignore that whole "New Tales of the Vampires" thing as it fully just seems like one of the Vampire Chronicles.
Thoughts below the cut!
From the off I liked Pandora's voice, she's sardonic and playful as well as having a commanding and in control presence. She's a good character to spend some time with and I was veeery interested to get her perspective on things. She's quite romantic and poetic like Armand but she doesn't take herself quite so seriously and there's some humor and light moments to enjoy as well, which was kind of a surprise, with her only previous POV chapter being her searching for Marius in QOTD at Azim's temple and fairly serious and angsty, given the circumstances.
One thing I noticed is that she seems a lot less vain that a lot of Anne Rice's other POV vampires, she seems to be quite happy to give us unflattering details, like when she has to dress herself without any help as a Roman upper-class woman for the first time in Antioch and she picks clothes that are awkward and unintentionally revealing and makes a total mess of her hair and makeup. She could have just as easily left that out but she'd rather poke fun at herself. You get the feeling that she'd be fun to hang out with (when she's not catatonic)!
Her early life is interesting and entertainingly told. We zoom through her account of her childhood through two divorces (she has nothing to say about her mortal husbands lol), by her 30s she's living as kind of a weird spinster with her beloved old dad. In the early sections there's few little moments of Marius here and there (and they're great, pretending to be bear like a total dork etc.) but nothing substantial until we get to the real action in the second half of the book, after her father's death and her fleeing Rome for Antioch where she finds Marius again. Even though I'm always dying to get-to-the-vampires-already in these life-story style chronicles the details of her early life do add a lot to her characterization. You get the impression of a sharp and passionate young woman who chafes under the patriarchal Roman social strictures but who tries her best to live up to cultural expectations for her dad's sake. After her dad dies, despite her considerable grief, she knows freedom for the first time in her life and she's just coming to fully embrace that when vampires happen.
When we do get into the proper plot of the book (her being lured by Akasha into a perilous situation that will culminate in Marius turning her to prevent her death) it does feel a little rushed. When we finally get to the bit we're interested in (her life as a vampire with Marius for 200 years and what she did after he left) there's only 3 chapters left, and it's a short book, so these are short chapters! I did absolutely love getting more details on her life with Marius, chapter 10 in particular gets into the nitty-gritty of how they both came to terms with and understood her turning and as well as being juicy in those terms it's also quite a love letter to Marius at times. It's good to get the details that Marius will never tell you and to get her perspective on what went wrong in their relationship, which is a bit more in depth and revealing than the version we get in Blood and Gold (well I did read them out of order so I suppose you're meant to have those details already). We get a bit more specific on things that Marius only hints at in his account (how extreme Marius' fear of emotion was, how overbearing and insulting he was to Pandora and the role that fundamentally different perspectives on religion played in their disagreements) and things that he omits entirely (like Flavius' existence and turning).
There are things I had hoped would be covered but that we get little to no new details on, I'm realizing that expecting something in particular when you start an Anne Rice novel is a fools game. In this case I was really curious to learn more about her relationship with Arjun, it seems to be very complicated in Blood and Gold, and well… OK, so in one of the last chapters (I think the last one) Pandora does briefly address their relationship. She doesn't refer to him by name (only as 'the Asian' =/, yeah, it's gross) and simply says she never cared about him. A bit disappointing, I suppose Anne likely had character-based reasons for this (maybe they had a nasty break up) but I would have liked to have known more about how they met and that period they spent traveling around Europe in a Disney villain ostentatious black carriage that carried their sleeping forms by day. I'm kinda curious! I'm also suspicious of her account of their relationship, that he almost held her captive, because she's an extremely strong and (as we come to know in her account) willful vampire and I wonder if she's giving the version of their relationship that she's knows Marius would prefer, with her as a damsel in distress. On the other hand I also wonder if being abandoned by Marius all those years ago had a lasting effect of making her less willing to assert herself in romantic relationships, feeling that her assertiveness was the quality she was abandoned for… I want answers damnit!
Anyway, getting back to the point, the ending did feel a little rushed for me, and guys, I can't help but roll my eyes when we get "I must go to Lestat" - practically mandatory for a non-Lestat POV character to end their narrative with something like that, right? 😅 I like Lestat but not half as much as Anne Rice or her vampires. I'd like to see them ignore what he's up to and just get on with their own lives sometimes. Behind her plan to go to Lestat though is her desire to reunite with Marius, evidently in recalling past events she's become nostalgic for what they had and wants to give it another go maybe! I guess they have a lot of arguing to do about the nature of Lestat's religious experiences! So it does tie in with her narrative but I can't help but have that "give me a break" reaction when she says that. Overall it's a great, zippy little read (could be longer!) that fleshes out Pandora's character and gives some great insight on Marius and their relationship.
I've got Tale of the Body Thief next (because I will insist in reading these books in a stupid order) which is also new for me! Exciting!
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Thoughts on François and Antonio that started off as them sharing a room then got kinda rambly
Romulus getting up in the middle of the night at least every other night, mumbling about regretting having kids bc Antonius and Flavius are being SO LOUD laughing about something stupid again.
On that same note them doing the "DADS COMING, shut up! pretend to be asleep!!!" hiding under their blankets while still giggling
At 3 am: "do u think stars have feelings" "oh my gods do they????"
when they were like 15 had a fight and 'divided the room' ("Don't come into my half >:|" "No! you don't come in my half >:(")
per @liliregale-main stole each others clothes all the time.
Spain: "Flavius, where is my red tunic"
France, literally wearing it: "what red tunic"
(speaking of Antonio definitely got a pair of pants at some point and François was like "omg Toni only barbarians wear pants don't u know that 🙄" "why are you even in my closet" "don't get off topic, I can't be seen with you if you plan on wearing these in public")
Random conversations at 3 am about how annoying the rest of their siblings are and ur like the only person in this family I can put up with
these are getting off topic but just chilling in their room one afternoon when France goes "hey I don't rlly like being Flavius anymore" "ok?" "can u call me Franciscus?" "yeah sure" and that was it.
waking each other up after nightmares bc "Hey it's still dark and I'm scared to be up alone but I'm not that much of a baby to go wake dad or my mom up"
Also neither of them are early birds but sometimes one would randomly wake up early and instead of going "oh I'll let him sleep" they went "no. I am awake. so you must be too" and would jump on top of the other to wake him up.
like the house they lived in has long since been lost to history, but...if walls could talk.
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Whump drabbles : Lucien Flavius
I- « Does that hurt ? » / Stabilization
They had been attacked by an entire troop of conjurers while passing near a fort in Eastmarch. The fight was long, difficult, and in the end, victory tasted bitterly of blood. Lucien had been able to preserve himself by fighting the mages from a distance and now acted as a healer for his crippled friends, stabilizing their wounds with his healing spells, so much so that in the end, his arms were shaking.
"Does that hurt?" asked Inigo, concerned.
Lucien bit his lip. Using to the last of his Magicka's resources was painful, yes. But that was the price for saving the others. (104)
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II- « You're doing great »
Compared to the rest of the troop, Lucien generally acted like a spoiled baby, struggling to defend himself alone, relying on the ability of the other members of the group to ensure his survival. But gradually, he was developing certain reflexes and when Draugr were about to strike with their icy blades, the young Imperial was able to quickly ignite them with his spells. It was almost getting scary. But it made Inigo smile with all his fangs, who never stopped encouraging Lucien.
« Good job, Lucien. You did well here. You are becoming a very powerful mage. I will try to tease you less... » (104)
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III– Bite
Remiel smirked as she wrapped Lucien’s bleeding hand in a linen bandage.
"You told us you were good with animals, Lucien."
Lucien emitted a small cry when the Breton added a bit more pressure to the wound.
"I usually am, but I didn't imagine that puppy would try bite my hand off."
She rolled her eyes with an audible sigh.
"It was a wolf, Lucien ! Even if it seemed fluffy and friendly it's a beast, not a dog ! And it probably has rockjoint and Mara knows what other disease ! Anyway, you should ask Xel to brew you a potion." (102)
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IV - Self-defense
The bandit's dagger lightly nicked Lucien's cheek, who, with a squeak, casted a ward to try to protect himself from the guy who wanted to kill him and rob him. With little hope, he tried to parley with his assailant.
“Radical suggestion here, but I was wondering... Have you considered not trying to murder me ?”
In response, the bandit tried to stab him again, until his magical ward broke, leaving Lucien helpless and staggering. Without thinking, in self-defense, the Imperial cast a flame spell. Lucien looked horrified when he saw that turned his foe into a living torch. (100)
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V - Choke
The anger had clouded his mind. His friends were down, deceived by what had turned out to be scoundrels of the worst kind. Lucien's blue gaze darkened. Instinctively, he casted the Choking Grasp spell on the bandit in front of him. Every attempt of the guy to suck in some air was met with a suffocating struggle.Lucien could see in the bandit's eyes the panic welled up in him as he choked and his eyes clouded over, clawing at the invisible magical hands, desperate for release, but the Imperial, with a cold rage look, held him captive of his spell. (103)
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VI– Panic attack
It snuck up on him out of the blue. Lucien was standing in the inn, talking to some merchant. Abruptly, he felt his heart racing beyond any semblance of control. His big blue eyes widened as he began to feel light-headed. Lucien's breathing soon followed, desperately gasping for oxygen yet feeling like somehow there wasn’t enough in the room. It was the first time it occured to him. The enxiety grew on him and he laid down on a bench, fully convinced that he actually dying. Until that feeling came to an end, letting him shaky, confused and exhausted. (102)
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VII– Knife to throat
Lucien squeaked when the bandit grabbed him by the collar of his tunic and dragged him up to his knees. He was ready to fight back with his magic, but the shining blade in the bandit's hand made him hesitate a second too many. The brigand pressed the knife to his throat and Lucien went very still. The knife pressed firmly under his Adam's apple began to notch lightly the skin of his throat. He had to focus to prevent himself to shiver too hard. Lucien closed his eyes, hoping his friends would get him out of this tight spot.
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VIII– Bruises / « Who did this to you ? »
They found Lucien laying down on the grass. His lips were swollen, his nose bleeding and had some big visibles bruises on the jaw and shoulders. But he was alive, it was all that mattered. Already his companions had rushed to hand him some healing potion but the blow he got to the mouth prevented him to drink it. He tried to move. It only made the Imperial whine, his bruises being too painful.
His ears back and his fangs curled, Inigo growled, visibly furious.
« Who did this to you, my friend ? Tell me, so I can put an arrow through his eyes. » (103)
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IX – Friendly fire
Lucien was becoming a very powerful mage. It was fearsome to see the young man, with his big blue eyes and his friendly face, being able to unleash a complete inferno on ennemies threatening his or his friends' lives. But, alas, he was often as clumsy he was powerful. And sometimes, his friends who were too close to an enemy would suffer of his spells. Inigo would roar in pain his tail was on fire, his fur was singed or his whiskers burned. Kaidan would groan that's why he hates mages, unable to control their magic. (97)
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X – « I said I'm fine »
« Steady on there, Kaidan. You've lost a bit of blood. »
Kaidan sighed, a little annoyed, replying to Lucien he was fine. The cut wasn't that deep, even if the blood smeared on his whole leg. He knew Lucien was just worried about him. He always was. About everyone. As if the team wasn't worried for this milkdrinker, so fragile and clumsy. The Imperial brandished a health potion in front of his face.
« I said I 'm fine. ». Kaidan's voice was a bit harsher this time. It wasn't the first his first wound. He would get through it. (102)
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XI– Self-treatment
Inside the crypt, a thick metal gate separated Lucien from the rest of the group. The scholar was injured in the process but tried to hide his wound. When most of the squad left to find a way to open this gate, he whispered to Inigo :
« I... I don't feel so good, Inigo. I'm bleeding. »
With horror, the Khajiit realized he hadn't any health potion in his backpack.
« I will... put some pressure on it. I'm sure that will be fine... » said Lucien, trying to reassure him, adding « ...Any linen wrap ? So I can... try to make a bandage ? » (103)
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XII– Choking
Lucien had found some strange spell tomes, with ominous names on them. He was a bit worried, should he learn things like this ? But curiosity was always stronger. He opened the tome named "Chocking Grasp" and read it. Lucien suggested the Dragonborn to train with him.
« Be careful not to... Choke on your aspirations. How's that ? », the Imperial scholar tried to joke. He watched his wide-eyed, breathless, guinea pig gesturing frantically around their nose.
« Oh ? Too much on the nose ? I'll work on it. » he added a bit nervously, serching how to undo the spell before his friend runs out of oxygen. (105)
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XIII – Fracture
Attacked by bandits. Again. Was this where all of the fighting age population of Skyrim ended up? To escape conscription in the civil war that was ravaging the region? Deep in thought, Lucien saw the sledgehammer coming too late. By reflex, he protected his face with his arm, but nothing protected his arm from the iron that fell forcefully on him. He howled. He felt his legs give way beneath him and rolled to the floor whimpering, holding his good hand to his bloody forearm. He could see a spike of broken bone protruding through the gaping wound. His arm was done for, broken. (104)
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XIV– Surrender
All that for a stray arrow that had mowed down a chicken in the town. The population had become hostile and a horde of guards was already running, swords out. The blows rained down and they defended themselves as best they could. Lucien squeaked "We surrender!!!" while holding his hands high, hoping for mercy from the guards. The others watched the scene apprehensively. Instead of politely apprehending him or letting him speak, the guards threw him to the ground, shoving him facedown in the mud. Seeing this, his friends saw red. Despite Lucien's protests, they violently attacked the guards. (100)
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XV – Human shield
Before these Draugr, these ancient Nords reanimated by who knows what old magic and who watched over the secrets of Dragon priests, Inigo the Brave was nothing more than a terrified little kitten. These undead froze his spine, and the memories of receiving his facial scars from their withered fingers were still painful. Lucien stood between the Draugr's blade and his friend, like a shield, with glints of defiance in his eyes, chin high and fire magic in his palms. The scrawny blond Imperial was just as frightened, but he couldn't afford to show it: his friend needed him. (101)
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XVI – Gag
They had found themselves in a Falmer-infested cavern. The darkness, barely lit by the reflection of the glowing mushrooms on the dripping walls of the cavern, was stifling. Lucian squeaked. Instinctively, Auri clapped her hand over his mouth, telling him to be quiet. The Falmer were blind, but their hearing was very keen, even allowing them to fire their bows with surprising accuracy. Everyone here preferred to try to avoid confrontation as much as possible. Auri whispered into Lucien's ear that she wouldn't hesitate to gag him at the next moan that came out of his lips. (100)
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XVII – Strangle
He saw the undead set upon Inigo, whose blue fur was stained with red. Lucien had exhausted all his Magicka against these constantly rising enemies. He felt helpless to rescue his companions. Staggering backwards, his foot stumbled against a chain. He looked up. The necromancer was there, back to him. Gritting his teeth, the Imperial leapt up and slipped the chain around the sorcerer's neck, squeezing and turning, falling with the necromancer clawing at his neck desperately for air, frantically kicking his feet. Lucien was crying, shaking, but didn't let go. He would save his friends. (98)
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XVIII– Bedridden
Kaidan groaned as he struggled miserably to prop himself up on one elbow before sinking back onto the pillow. Lucien reprimanded him, telling him to calm down because he was burning with fever. He made it clear to the colossus that he would not leave this bed as long as he was not recovered.
"I'll bet 100 septims it's from an infected wound."
Kaidan looked away in response, muttering that it was going to cost a fortune to keep him in an inn bed all this time.
"Then it's fortunate my wealth is useful. But please, don't be stupid, you need to take care of yourself."(108)
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XIX – Distrust
When they arrived at Winterhold, cold stares greeted them at the Frozen Hearth inn. The city now was nothing more than a heap of ruins, half-collapsed in the Sea of Ghosts. Only the famous Academy of magic seemed intact and majestic. When Lucien politely asked how to access it, the looks turned hateful. People spat on the ground at their feet. The mages had lost the people's trust in Skyrim. Between the Oblivion Crisis, the collapse of the city of Winterhold, and the rise of Altmer supremacism, the Nords had now plenty of reason to hate magic. (99)
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XX – Ensnare
The problem with venturing into not very reputable places with people much more experienced than you, is that them, they were used to spotting and avoiding traps.
Lucien yelped in pain. He had stepped straight into a bear trap and now his calf was trapped between two strong iron jaws. He had wanted to avoid the bone garland that served as an alarm, and hadn't seen the metal trap stretched under his foot. And with his scream, obviously all the bandits would be aware of their presence, come for them, and try to murder them... (96)
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XXI – Blindfold
His curiosity had been the strongest. Stronger than knowing the dangers of laying eyes on an Elder Scroll without the usual training and preparations of Moth Priests. But the thirst for knowledge was as much Lucien's greatest quality as his greatest flaw. When he rolled up the parchment after staring at it for a few long seconds, his gaze was blank, his pupils dilated. He felt sight leaving him. The Imperial tied a piece of cloth around his eyes in a blindfold to keep them out of the light, hoping that this blindness would be reversible... (97)
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XXII – Sore
He was unaccustomed to the harsh, cold life of the Nords. Neither to hunger, thirst, nor to forced marches until they find good shelter. Having to fight for this shelter. To fight with the intention of dearly saving his skin, despite the protectors he had at his side. Lucien wasn't used to the pain every night in his aching muscles. To the bruises that marked his sides after a bad shield blow. He was crippled with small pains, of course, but the adventure and all that he discovered day after day pushed him to continue every day, despite feeling sore all over. (103)
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XXIII – Pinned
The bump of his head against the wall made him squint and wince. Kaidan had pushed him away with some violence, out of anger. His harsh and sarcastic words had hurt the mercenary Akaviri. Lucien felt intellectually superior to this man who had spent his childhood wandering half of Tamriel. But he realized now bitterly, that intellect did not mean sagacity, facing a colossus who had pinned him effortlessly against the nearest wall. Lucien did not dare to move. He didn't want to piss him off anymore. He knew that Kaidan's big gloved fists could easily smash his face, if he wanted to. (104)
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XXIV – Shock
The shock made him drop the sword he was holding in his hand. With difficulty, Lucien turned his head. The mage was there, crouched in the tall grass, sending out lightning bolts. Lucien moaned at the painful, aching sensation of his muscles contracting. It hurt so much... He wanted to push back those electric arcs with his own magic, but to his great despair, he felt his Magicka reserves draining at a maddening speed. He dropped to his knees. His body was riddled with involuntary tremors. The repeated electric shocks threatened to knock him down for good, if someone didn't intervene... (102)
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XXV – Helpless
Lucien's usually sharp mind and vast knowledge were of no use in this situation. Cornered by a group of scoundrels who had seen him arrive with his nose in his books, his attempts to reason with them were met with harsh laughter before they decide to hit and rob him. Lucien, trying to protect his books, couldn't even cast a spell before being knocked down by a punch, leaving him breathless and defenseless. He felt totally helpless in this alley of Riften, feeling his clothes being ripped off in search of money or jewelry, under the threat of more blows. (102)
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XXVI : Blood
The adrenaline of the fight was waning and Lucien discovered with a dazed air the grass of the reddened plain and the acrid smell of metal everywhere. Lucien had fought for his life, fear in his stomach. He looked down at his feet and the reddened, sticky leather of his shoes. His usually white, clean hands were dripping with blood. He felt the blood sticking to his face. He saw him staining his fine clothes. He couldn't tell if it was his own blood or that of the bandits who had attacked them. Lucien felt his head buzzing and his legs shaking. (103)
#skyrim#skyrim custom followers#lucien flavius#whump#depictions of violence and pain#whump drabble#my squishy little Imperial whumpee
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The Wait
Description: Rix goes to rescue Darea
Pairing: Rix x Stortia
Tagging: @gc-appreciationweek
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It has been a day since Rix, alongside Tori and Orvon, had gone to rescue Darea. Or kidnap her from the clerics, depending on the girl’s state. Rix had told Stortia about his visions and honestly, she didn’t know what to think of it. Stortia wasn’t someone to believe in this kind of thing; visions, magic, gods... even if they were real, it didn’t matter because they wouldn’t keep her or the others alive. What would keep them alive was a quick mind and the end of her gladii.
Stortia clenched her fists. She wanted to go with them, but it was decided the less would go, the better. Rix, because he was Darea´s brother. Tori, because she knew her way around. Orvon, because he too lived on Paitrum long enough to know his way around and knew how to talk his way out of trouble.
“Better stay here and look out for the others,” Rix had told her, as he pressed his forehead against hers, “We will need you in the medical bay once we´re back.”
But she was getting impatient now. She walked around the room like a tiger trapped in a cage. What if something had happened to them? What if the clerics had caught them? What if she won’t see Rix ever again?
Get it together.
She took a deep breath and imagined she was back on Blore, in her little home, hearing the water crashing down. She imagined the cold, humid air. Water always helped her to calm down.
If anyone can pull this off, it’s Rix.
She once told him she wanted a man she could admire, and Rix must have taken that to heart. He always kept surprising her in the best ways. She knew she could trust him.
Gendal the cat somehow found his way to her. He sat down next to her and watched her closely before meowing.
She looked down at him tiredly. “Worried about Rix as well?”
Another meow.
“They will be alright,” she said as she picked him up.
Stortia liked cats. She was also compared to them many times by the other gladiators. Gendal purred reassuringly.
“We will see them all soon”
Great, now I am talking to a cat.
The Gladiatrix sighed. Her life changed drastically in the past months, it was unbelievable. Almost. Her life never was peaceful. She was a spy for Flavius for years, a gladiatrix even longer. They all knew something big would happen one day.
The door to the medical bay opened and Hotch walked in.
“Worried about your boyfriend?” he asked, in his usual fake indifference.
Hotch was like that. Pretending not to care and cracking jokes. It was his way of coping with everything that was happening around them. And while Stortia grew used to it by now, she would snap back in response. Both of them knew it was just mindless banter between them.
“You know I am,” she muttered.
Hotch leaned against one of the beds and smirked, “Well, you don’t have to anymore. They called in earlier and said they’ll be back soon.”
Her head turned to him with lightning speed. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t joke about that”
She set Gendal down and went to prepare the bay.
“Hotch,” she called, “Thank you.”
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Rix brought an unconscious Darea into the medical bay an hour later. He looked very tired and had no desire to talk. Instead he smiled at her, the way only he did, and laid his little sister onto a bed.
Stortia didn’t spare a second and turned on the body scan. Pushing back the desire to focus on Rix – because he just returned and she wanted to make sure he was okay, although she couldn’t spot any injuries when he entered – she turned her whole attention to the holographic screen.
“The scan didn’t detect any health issues,” the gladiatrix said after a few minutes.
Rix was absent-mindedly running his hand through Gendal´s fur. Stortia took a step closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
“How was she when you found her?”
“…Lost,” was his answer, “It took me some time to break through to her.”
“But you did”
Rix caressed her hand, his thumb circling one of her knuckles.
“Yeah”
“How are the others?”
“They’re alright, don’t worry”
She raised her other hand and cupped his cheek, making him look into her eyes. The Gladiatrix asked: “And you, Rix?”
“Tired,” he sighed, “So tired… but I am glad we got Darea back and that she’s safe now.”
He again pressed his forehead against hers and breathed in deeply. Stortia closed her eyes and then spoke: “Go rest, Rix, I will look after Darea for now.”
The Gladiator pulled away and nodded silently. He kissed her cheek and then went to one of the beds there. Gendal went after him and curled at his side. Stortia watched the two for a while before turning her attention back to the screen.
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Darea woke up a few hours later. Confused and afraid, she called out for her brother and parents. Stortia, who earlier dozed off, woke up at once.
“Don’t worry, your brother is right here,” she told her gently, motioning to her left where Rix was still asleep.
“Who are you?” Darea frowned at her.
The Gladiatrix suddenly started to feel uneasy. She wasn’t exactly sure how to talk with children.
“I am Stortia,” she said slowly, “I am a friend of your brother.”
“Where are Tori and Orvon?”
“Most likely sleeping?” she said unsure, “They all were tired when you returned.”
Gendal suddenly jumped onto Darea´s bed and went to nuzzle against her.
“Gendal!” the girl exclaimed and hugged him close, “I missed you!”
“He missed you too,” Stortia smiled.
That drew Darea´s attention back to her.
“How did you meet my brother?” she asked curiously.
The Gladiatrix swallowed, not knowing how to explain to her that her late master bought Rix and she was partially in charge of his training.
“…We met on Blore,” she said nervously.
“Blore?”
“A planet”
Children were very curious, Stortia found out. After answering a dozen questions, Darea asked: “Do you like my brother?”
That catched her off-guard. “Yeah, I do.”
“He is with Tori, though,” Darea laughed.
Yeah, actually about that, Stortia thought, grimacing.
“Darea?”
Rix, who just woke up, went to his sister and hugged her tightly.
“Rix! I missed you!”
“I missed you too, sis.”
“Should I let you two be alone for a while?” the Gladiatrix asked.
Rix turned his gaze to her and answered, “Yeah… there’s much I have to explain to her.”
“Alright, I will report to Dominus Labelle in the meanwhile.”
“Bye, Stortia!” Darea told her cheerfully.
She smiled, “See you later, kiddo.”
#my fanfiction#romance club#gladiator chronicles#rcgcaw#rcgcawundercover#rc stortia#mc x stortia#long post
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Oh boy thinking about bread and circuses, my fanfic writer brain is like…what would happen if spock hadn’t stepped in and helped mccoy. Hard to imagine but there could be a scenario in which he just didn’t get there in time or was restrained or overthought and “logic-ed” the situation, realized that breaking the rules could have serious consequences, and just hesitated a moment too long. The guilt, the denial of guilt even if he can’t fully hide it, denying his grief but feeling it so strongly. Possible conflict between him and kirk. Whoof the angst potential.
Actually... there's a possibility how that could work quite well imho. The moment McCoy was pushed to the ground, Kirk jumped off from his seat, so if that went a bit differently and more loudly, Spock could get distracted and hesitate for too long because suddenly both McCoy and Kirk were in danger, and that could even add on to the conflict between him and Kirk!
I admit I have a hard time imagining Flavius (WTF did I write Flavious shdjshfjd ah well) actually killing McCoy BUT seriously injuring him? Now that I could get behind, and the angst potential would still be big~
#i have an aversion to mccoy dying or leaving or thinking he has to leave because s and k don't care or whatever#just for s and k angst to happen so yeah... injury it is :D#replies#but i really do love the idea of what if spock didn't get there in time#because it would change the outcome of the whole episode and could lead to some more angsty s/mc stuff which is chef's kiss#also thinking about it maybe you didn't actually mean that mccoy was killed and i just read too much into it lol sorry if that's the case#but my mind immediately jumped to that conclusion
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Spicey Lucian Flavius?
` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.
NSFW headcanons!
18+ only! Sexual content ahead.
First, he's a switch with a submissive lean. He's the type to view sex as an intimate thing between lovers. Not just a thing to enjoy. He has to love the person to bed them. (How romantic)
And welp! He loves you, awww! Surprisingly, once he's on it. He's never off it. The type to get a taste and never want to stop, especially since he only fucks with someone if he's actually with them and comfortable.
Growing up he lived with a family of nobles where sex wasn't really a spoken subject, not with his friends either. So education wise he knows the basics, but he doesn't really explore his likes and dislikes until you.
Which is fun! Experimenting different things with him is what makes fun and he's a fun lover.
The type to laugh when things go wrong, "Okay. That didn't go as planned... Can I give you head now?"
He's a pleaser, through and through. Best time of his day is when his head is between the pages of a book or between your legs. He loves to taste you, to make you orgasm with his just mouth alone. His mouth has more talents than just riddle and poetry making.
He's messy too, gets drunk between your legs until you're shaking and begging him to stop because you're too sensitive.
Speaking of books, once you decided to tease him as he read, "Focus on your book." You said as you slowly went down on him, kissing down until you wrapped your lips around him.
He almost ascended so hard he found out why the Dwemer disappeared. 10/10 would do again.
Lucien is a loud person naturally. Yeah. He's not afraid to moan right into your ear. His moans are so pretty though. Like a siren lures sailors, his voice is like a melody as he moans and sighs out.
He whines and fidgets a lot, wanting more of you even when that's physically impossible. He worships you, all of you. Hands and lips and tongue everywhere and loves it when you do the same to him. It makes him feel wanted, feel loved and he hopes you feel the same when he does it to you.
The type to kiss down your body, hands grabbing everywhere as he keeps eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked onto yours as he kisses up your thighs with tiny bites and licks.
He has quite a slim and lean build, smaller thighs that the average Skyrim wanderer but he's the type that loves it when you're on top, and hates when you hover in fear. He actually loves feeling your weight, feeling every part of you as you fuck yourself on him. He could cum alone at the sight of you being pleasured.
As I said, literally all about your pleasure. It pleases him to make you feel good.
The type to spoon fuck, comfy in bed as he presses kisses against your shoulder and neck, arms tight around you as he slowly thrusts in and you, savoring the feeling as he breathes as evenly as he can to not burst too soon.
I don't see him being the type to last long. He gets turned on easily and you always turn him on, one swipe of your tongue and he's shaking. The power you have over him is overwhelming for him at times.
But good job he likes overstimulation. He loves it when you use his cock even after he's done because if you aren't done, he'll watch with his bottom lip between his teeth and body shaking.
Certified pretty boy. God. He's so pretty. Especially when he looks up at you. He naturally looks so needy and sweet it drives you crazy. Even when he has a moment of dominance he manages to make himself look so helpless against you.
Lucien wants to look at you, besides spooning he does prefer to see you. See your face twist in pleasure all because of him. To make eye contact and to kiss.
He loves kisses and cuddles. Especially during sex. It's comforting, intimate and he can feel you against him, he feels everything and ugh. He loves it.
A beg. He loves to beg. Especially if you're the type to play around. "No, my way or no way." Which he argues back and begs, half the time you purposely do it to make him this way. "You're so pathetic." Oh man. He's hard now.
He finds that so so hot.
Most definitely the type to love overstimulation. He loves it when you aren't finished with him and keep it going, to the point he's a shaking and crying mess because he's so sensitive and can't handle it anymore, the pain of it feels so good and he sleeps like a log afterwards.
He's eager to learn. To become better and loves it when you applaud him, when you tell him he's good. But adores it when you look at him with hard eyes, telling him nasty things.
Maybe after an argument where you get riled up and tower yourself over him as he sits down with crossed arms. He was so confident at first till you loom over him like a thunder storm, sneering in his face, afterwards he couldn't help but fuck his fist, moaning your name as he imagined all sorts.
I don't necessarily see him as a kinky person in most regards but he's definitely try it out. He'd never hurt you. Or insult you. No never. I don't think he'd ever tie you up or blind you. I think if it really gave you pleasure he'd do it. But nothing that'd leave a mark.
Him? Do it all. He finds it so hot as you do whatever you like to him, he loves to treat you like royalty and if you're in the mood to treat him like dirt, he's ready. He wants it.
But, all in all. He is a true lover. A kisser, toucher and a passionate person.
#skyrim x reader#elder scrolls x reader#skyrim headcanon#skyrim scenarios#skyrim x dovahkiin#lucien flavius#lucien flavius x reader
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For the Babysitter’s coven au: How are Flavius and Henderson holding up after the DoU? Did they reveal themselves? Do they know Belos is dead? (Or “dead”…) Do they think HUNTER is dead, since nobody has any fucking clue where he is?
As always, losing their collective brain cell. That ties in somewhat to the maybe side plot I've got going on with them. Let's just say they found the skeletons in Belos' closet. By the time they catch up with everyone else, the Collector's out. They don't know WHAT'S happening, at least everyone's not dead. They don't know where Hunter is. Alador knows he went off with the other kids, and they don't see a body or the other kids, so they assume he's alive. No one knows exactly where Belos went, but the creepy sky child said he killed him, so. There's that, at least.
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Chapter 26: Syracusae (Pt 1)
Syracusae was the largest and fairest of Sicily’s cities. It was four towns, actually, merged into one. Three of them, Achradina, Tycha and Neapolis, had spread themselves around the harbor, while the fourth – known only as the Island – was where the Roman governor had his palace, near the massive and historic temples of Diana and Minerva.
While we had feared a poor reception, news of Cicero’s honesty and diligence had preceded him, and we found ourselves welcomed by the people of Syracusae with open arms. Hundreds gathered along the main thoroughfares to greet us as we arrived, and many set off to follow us as we proceeded to the home of a Roman knight, Lucius Flavius, who had been a friend of Cicero’s for many years.
Flavius’ home was lavish, even by Roman standards, so we were quite comfortable as our host regaled us with even more stories of Verres’ injustices to the people of Sicily. Flavius himself had too many powerful connections in Rome to have been targeted by Verres, yet he had many friends among the Sicilian population, and thus was outraged nonetheless.
He told us of the dread pirate Heracleo, who had sailed his fleet right into Syracusae harbor one evening, pillaged the warehouses and sailed off again, meeting no resistance from Verres’ troops, who merely watched. When he was captured some weeks later, Heracleo was not imprisoned or tried – instead, he was exchanged for a large ransom that went directly into the governor’s pocket.
Then there was the business of Lucius Herrenius, a Roman banker from Spain, who had been dragged into the forum one morning and denounced as a spy. Upon Verres’ order, he was beheaded – without a public trial.
The similarity between his case and that of Gnaeus Manius in Massana was striking. Both were Roman, from Spain, accused of spying and executed without a proper trial.
That night, after dinner, Cicero received a letter from his brother, Quintus, with grave news from Rome.
“He says that Hortensius has convinced Glabrio to allow for another prosecution … this time of the governor of Achiaia by Dasianus,” Cicero said as he scanned the letter. “Dasianus! A known associate of Gaius Verres, of course!”
“It’s obviously a trap,” young Frugi said. “He wants you to cut your trip short and return to Rome.”
“Probably so,” Cicero replied, nodding. “But I cannot afford to take the risk, my young friend. If Dasianus finds a way to slip into the courts before me, our case could be pushed back until after the elections. By then, Hortensius himself – and Metellus senior – will be consul-elects, so the odds would be stacked against us.”
“So what will you do?” Frugi asked.
“We need incontrovertible evidence of Verres’ wrongdoing,” Cicero replied, deep in thought. “Facts that even the staunchest and most conservative Roman cannot ignore.”
Cicero smiled, coming to a conclusion.
“We shall raid the offices of the revenue collectors,” Cicero said, turning to us. “If any records of Verres’ wrongdoings exist, it will no doubt be found in those records.”
My stomach turned, for such a bold act would either yield excellent results, or instant retribution.
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