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But…he is looking adorable.

Joe at Horrorfest!

So….he knows about fanfic!!!

No!!!

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Joe at Horrorfest!

So….he knows about fanfic!!!

No!!!

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I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

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🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ mhm…

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This is why I love baddies.

Yes, I added love to their stories…no regrets.

love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

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This will always be rent free in my head.

Adorable menace

👇🏻Quick bonus…this was also epic.👇🏻

These were some of my favorite moments early in the Joseph Quinn fandom!!!

joe in that one video

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nineteen

Summary: Plotters and plans revealed.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, fluff, implied violence, hinted at future violence

ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit - he made men’s talents a public possession. Caeser is credit with creating a library in the city of Rome.

Invidia is the goddess of jealousy.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 💐

As you slowly stepped into the bath. The water felt divine and the fragrant air was quite pleasing. You had been worried that the sacrifices that would be made would bring a sourness to the airs. They did not.

Stepping out of the water, it dripped from your body. It felt as if you were truly on the cusp of great change. You felt it in your heart. Soon jasmine and rose scented oils were rubbed into skin. You would be clothed in the attire expected of one to be married to a great man like Geta. You were a tingle with excitement. After weaving the belt it was soon wrapped around you. It looked much prettier than you thought it was with the other items of your clothing. All of the attire had been made specifically for you. It was quite elegant you mused. It was worth the pin pricks and the hours of standing as they made this for you. It was draped and wrapped around you as it should.

Finally, sitting with some relief Aelia with extreme care braided your hair into six pieces. Each with braid made with lovely ribbons and flowers interwoven. Your veil soon covered your face, to merely glance through the delicate material it felt as if you were gazing through fire. You gasped as you glimpsed at the delicate crown, your first.

With the outmost care, it was placed upon your head. The scents of the fresh rosemary, lilies, roses and violets swirled above you. They were twined together as you would lay twined with your husband.

So that fear would not enter your heart, you had been told of being ushered away to a location you had no prior knowledge of. With a reasonable time, your brave, strong Geta would arrive and steal you away so that he could marry you.

********

Seeing the world the world through the veil was quite interesting. Aelia, had walked you to the carriages that would take you away.

“I will be here, waiting to escort you with a torch of hearth and the fire that will burn forever between you and our grand emperor, Geta.” Her tone serious and was followed by a formal bow.

“Yes, I am grateful for you and your guidance.” You replied grateful for her to be at your side for all that would transpire. You replied with your own bow.

After leaving with a fierce gallop, the carriage bounced and rolled as it always did. From the few short times, you had been allowed the privilege of riding it one. None of what transpired appeared different.

As the buildings of the city went by you mused on the importance of these ceremonies. It pleased the gods and the mortal men that lived. You also remembered how much, your mother had fretted when carrying out the traditions of marriage when your older brother had taken a wife. You had helped her where it was proper.

You brought a hand to your heart when the carriage jostled enough that it shifted where you sat. You called out, not truly expecting a reply so when one didn’t come; you shrugged it off.

*******

“Where is she? Where is my wife?”

“She is not…”

Geta, turned on a heal and stepped towards the one that spoke. They trembled and stepped back. “I am sorry, my lord I was only saying.” They bowed their head.

“I didn’t ask for that as an answer. I asked where she is.” He spoke, teeth bared anger bubbling forth.

“She never arrived, sire.” Their head remained bowed.

He turned to Gallus. He turned to look at your brother. “Back to the horses.”

Gallus nodded.

“You have been of no help.” Turning, he looked at a random guard. “Grab that man, bring him to the under ground quarters of the arena. He will learn what it is to anger their emperor.”

“No, please sire!” The man scream.

Geta, did look back. He went out and climbed back onto his horse. “We have to find her.”

“Sire. How will be find her?”

His heart was beating like the stallion he rode. “The gods, will guide us.”

Gallus nodded, he climbed back onto his horse and your brother did the same.

******

There carriage finally stopped. You would have to tell Geta. This was not as smooth as a ride as those in the past. It rankled you.

You waited for them to let you out.

*******

“We should remained on the roads wide enough for a carriage.” Gallus suggested.

“Yes. There are not many.”

“Would they leave the city with her?” Your brother asked.

Geta, pressed his lips together. “They wouldn’t get that far.”

“There are only few roads sire.”

“Then follow the one that looks most disturbed.”

“Yes, yes that could be crucial.”

******

You tapped your fingers. You could have sworn Geta had mentioned you would be brought to the place where the great Caeser, ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit. it was a place dear to Geta. In the spoils of conquest, he had expanded quite a bit to it.

“Hello?” With care of your veil, you moved so that shifted closer to the door. “Hello? Hello?”

Confusion, filled you. You heard the murmurs of voices.

“Do I not go inside, and wait?”

A laugh answered you. Someone came over they tore their hood down. You gasped. You felt ill. You moved back.

“She is quite senseless.”

Said another voice, from behind. You jumped as a broad, man with a smile that was not kind and caused you feel even more ill, leaned against the window of the door. The voice was familiar but you did not know from where.

“She’s not. She captured the heart of my Caracalla, she captured that of Geta. She needs to die.”

You looked back at Tertia.

“What is it you speak of, Tertia? I know not of what you speak of.”

“But she is much too pretty to spoil.” Spoke the voice behind you. “I saw that in the baths.

As he spoke, you realized who he was. He was the one who threatened you while in the bath. You swallowed. It felt as if a lump had formed in your throat.

“You best not fall for her.” Tertia, snapped.

“Oh? Not at all.” He made an incoherent sound. “I just like her pretty skin. Most is too rough I want to feel it before it cools after the blows will deliver to her.”

You swallowed the sour taste that filled your mouth at his words. He sounded like a tanner that made shoes and armor but you were a human not a beast that roams on four legs. How could be speak of you as such.

“Tertia, please. I did not ask for any of this. I shall speak to Caracalla. He will go back to you. He surely misses you. He is simply distracted.”

She laughed. “Caracalla, has accepted you. He has not warmed my bed. And Geta, Geta has grown weak under your tongue. I shall cut that out first. Then your heart.”

“Invidia, Invidia has come into you Tertia. Why would you wish to cause harm?”

“Because it will please me and they will surely care once again for me.”

“No! You can’t do this!” You hollered.

Inwardly, you pleaded for your mother, the gods to hear you.

Two very warm hands were on your shoulders. You flinched, to tried to wiggle free.

“No!” You screamed again.

“You are so soft.” His fingers moved on your shoulders.

Tertia once again let out a horrible laugh. She opened the door.

There was no where to go.

******

“There sire.” Gallus pointed.

Geta, squinting in the bright summer morning looked where he directed.

“That looks like the carriage she had been sent away in.”

“Let’s go.” Easily, he manipulated his horse to follow the Praetorian guard.

Geta, prayed, hoping you would come back to him unharmed. They would all pay dearly for that they did today; he vowed.

Gallus, was the first to leapt from his horse. How that looked did not sit right with him. The door was ajar, he rushed that opening. It appeared that someone or something was crawling in. Shadows cloaked the interior.

Geta and your brother both not hesitating were next. Geta watched as your brother saw something. He leaned in close.

“Something is amiss on the other side,sire.”

He said in a hushed tone.

“Do not hesitate any further.” Geta told him, as he watched as Gallus made work of what was in front of him.

Your brother was quickly at the other side of the carriage. Before him appeared to be a man holding someone, who caused him to struggle with his grasp. He easily grabbed him. The man fought but let go pf whoever he had been holding.

A scream broke through the sounds of horse’s hooves as the horse settled. The creaking of the carriage. The men yelling and grabbling with whomever was in their respective grasps.

Everyone still before their actions resumed and intensified.

*******

Suddenly, you saw something uou could not make out behind Tertia. But she was struggling.

“I will kill you.” Her voice, thicker and more filled with a menace that you had never thought possible.

Tertia, lunged at you. Her dagger met with the fabrics that covered your chest. Pain erupted in you, looking down a scream erupted out of you.

With pounding in your ears, the world began to grow darker. Distantly, you sure you heard Geta, scream your name. You were unsure as you let the darkness envelop you.

********

The other Praetorian guards had arrived by the time, he saw you had wilted on the floor of the carriage.

He looked at Gallus. “Have the others restrain her and her accomplice at the dark, bottom of the arena.”

He glanced your way. You remained wilted where you were.

He grabbed a handful of Tertia’s hair, so he could look her in the face. She was practically foaming at the mouth. He could see a fiery rage in her eyes.

“You failed. Your punishment in the arena will usher in the celebrations of my marriage.”

“I curse her. She will know no peace.”

“Take her to the men and then ride with the driver back to the domus.”

“Yes sire.” Gallus, he nodded Easily he carried the wriggling Tertia to the other men and handed her over.

Geta, easily scooped you into his lap. As he gazed down at your still pale face. Deep down, he shouldn’t have brushed aside uoir veil, but you had wilted and had a grave wound. Traditions had to be thwarted.

He realized sitting there with your cool, wilted body just how greatly he felt for you.

Never had he truly cared for anyone except himself and his brother. Especially, when their father was having one of his rages. Everyone, else was secondary.

He murmured a soft prayer. Now, all he wanted was to carry on with the ceremony and for you to be his wife.

His fingertips traced the edge of your jaw. You were still cool to the touch.

“Justice will be swift and violent for what they did to you.” He whispered as he brought you closer to his chest. “We are almost back at my domain. Your wound will be treated. And finally, I can…I can tell you how I…”

His words of affection were interrupted as he finally felt your breath on his hand, as you stirred in his arms. Relief washed over him. You were back here with him.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nineteen

Summary: Plotters and plans revealed.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, fluff, implied violence, hinted at future violence

ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit - he made men’s talents a public possession. Caeser is credit with creating a library in the city of Rome.

Invidia is the goddess of jealousy.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 💐

As you slowly stepped into the bath. The water felt divine and the fragrant air was quite pleasing. You had been worried that the sacrifices that would be made would bring a sourness to the airs. They did not.

Stepping out of the water, it dripped from your body. It felt as if you were truly on the cusp of great change. You felt it in your heart. Soon jasmine and rose scented oils were rubbed into skin. You would be clothed in the attire expected of one to be married to a great man like Geta. You were a tingle with excitement. After weaving the belt it was soon wrapped around you. It looked much prettier than you thought it was with the other items of your clothing. All of the attire had been made specifically for you. It was quite elegant you mused. It was worth the pin pricks and the hours of standing as they made this for you. It was draped and wrapped around you as it should.

Finally, sitting with some relief Aelia with extreme care braided your hair into six pieces. Each with braid made with lovely ribbons and flowers interwoven. Your veil soon covered your face, to merely glance through the delicate material it felt as if you were gazing through fire. You gasped as you glimpsed at the delicate crown, your first.

With the outmost care, it was placed upon your head. The scents of the fresh rosemary, lilies, roses and violets swirled above you. They were twined together as you would lay twined with your husband.

So that fear would not enter your heart, you had been told of being ushered away to a location you had no prior knowledge of. With a reasonable time, your brave, strong Geta would arrive and steal you away so that he could marry you.

********

Seeing the world the world through the veil was quite interesting. Aelia, had walked you to the carriages that would take you away.

“I will be here, waiting to escort you with a torch of hearth and the fire that will burn forever between you and our grand emperor, Geta.” Her tone serious and was followed by a formal bow.

“Yes, I am grateful for you and your guidance.” You replied grateful for her to be at your side for all that would transpire. You replied with your own bow.

After leaving with a fierce gallop, the carriage bounced and rolled as it always did. From the few short times, you had been allowed the privilege of riding it one. None of what transpired appeared different.

As the buildings of the city went by you mused on the importance of these ceremonies. It pleased the gods and the mortal men that lived. You also remembered how much, your mother had fretted when carrying out the traditions of marriage when your older brother had taken a wife. You had helped her where it was proper.

You brought a hand to your heart when the carriage jostled enough that it shifted where you sat. You called out, not truly expecting a reply so when one didn’t come; you shrugged it off.

*******

“Where is she? Where is my wife?”

“She is not…”

Geta, turned on a heal and stepped towards the one that spoke. They trembled and stepped back. “I am sorry, my lord I was only saying.” They bowed their head.

“I didn’t ask for that as an answer. I asked where she is.” He spoke, teeth bared anger bubbling forth.

“She never arrived, sire.” Their head remained bowed.

He turned to Gallus. He turned to look at your brother. “Back to the horses.”

Gallus nodded.

“You have been of no help.” Turning, he looked at a random guard. “Grab that man, bring him to the under ground quarters of the arena. He will learn what it is to anger their emperor.”

“No, please sire!” The man scream.

Geta, did look back. He went out and climbed back onto his horse. “We have to find her.”

“Sire. How will be find her?”

His heart was beating like the stallion he rode. “The gods, will guide us.”

Gallus nodded, he climbed back onto his horse and your brother did the same.

******

There carriage finally stopped. You would have to tell Geta. This was not as smooth as a ride as those in the past. It rankled you.

You waited for them to let you out.

*******

“We should remained on the roads wide enough for a carriage.” Gallus suggested.

“Yes. There are not many.”

“Would they leave the city with her?” Your brother asked.

Geta, pressed his lips together. “They wouldn’t get that far.”

“There are only few roads sire.”

“Then follow the one that looks most disturbed.”

“Yes, yes that could be crucial.”

******

You tapped your fingers. You could have sworn Geta had mentioned you would be brought to the place where the great Caeser, ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit. it was a place dear to Geta. In the spoils of conquest, he had expanded quite a bit to it.

“Hello?” With care of your veil, you moved so that shifted closer to the door. “Hello? Hello?”

Confusion, filled you. You heard the murmurs of voices.

“Do I not go inside, and wait?”

A laugh answered you. Someone came over they tore their hood down. You gasped. You felt ill. You moved back.

“She is quite senseless.”

Said another voice, from behind. You jumped as a broad, man with a smile that was not kind and caused you feel even more ill, leaned against the window of the door. The voice was familiar but you did not know from where.

“She’s not. She captured the heart of my Caracalla, she captured that of Geta. She needs to die.”

You looked back at Tertia.

“What is it you speak of, Tertia? I know not of what you speak of.”

“But she is much too pretty to spoil.” Spoke the voice behind you. “I saw that in the baths.

As he spoke, you realized who he was. He was the one who threatened you while in the bath. You swallowed. It felt as if a lump had formed in your throat.

“You best not fall for her.” Tertia, snapped.

“Oh? Not at all.” He made an incoherent sound. “I just like her pretty skin. Most is too rough I want to feel it before it cools after the blows will deliver to her.”

You swallowed the sour taste that filled your mouth at his words. He sounded like a tanner that made shoes and armor but you were a human not a beast that roams on four legs. How could be speak of you as such.

“Tertia, please. I did not ask for any of this. I shall speak to Caracalla. He will go back to you. He surely misses you. He is simply distracted.”

She laughed. “Caracalla, has accepted you. He has not warmed my bed. And Geta, Geta has grown weak under your tongue. I shall cut that out first. Then your heart.”

“Invidia, Invidia has come into you Tertia. Why would you wish to cause harm?”

“Because it will please me and they will surely care once again for me.”

“No! You can’t do this!” You hollered.

Inwardly, you pleaded for your mother, the gods to hear you.

Two very warm hands were on your shoulders. You flinched, to tried to wiggle free.

“No!” You screamed again.

“You are so soft.” His fingers moved on your shoulders.

Tertia once again let out a horrible laugh. She opened the door.

There was no where to go.

******

“There sire.” Gallus pointed.

Geta, squinting in the bright summer morning looked where he directed.

“That looks like the carriage she had been sent away in.”

“Let’s go.” Easily, he manipulated his horse to follow the Praetorian guard.

Geta, prayed, hoping you would come back to him unharmed. They would all pay dearly for that they did today; he vowed.

Gallus, was the first to leapt from his horse. How that looked did not sit right with him. The door was ajar, he rushed that opening. It appeared that someone or something was crawling in. Shadows cloaked the interior.

Geta and your brother both not hesitating were next. Geta watched as your brother saw something. He leaned in close.

“Something is amiss on the other side,sire.”

He said in a hushed tone.

“Do not hesitate any further.” Geta told him, as he watched as Gallus made work of what was in front of him.

Your brother was quickly at the other side of the carriage. Before him appeared to be a man holding someone, who caused him to struggle with his grasp. He easily grabbed him. The man fought but let go pf whoever he had been holding.

A scream broke through the sounds of horse’s hooves as the horse settled. The creaking of the carriage. The men yelling and grabbling with whomever was in their respective grasps.

Everyone still before their actions resumed and intensified.

*******

Suddenly, you saw something uou could not make out behind Tertia. But she was struggling.

“I will kill you.” Her voice, thicker and more filled with a menace that you had never thought possible.

Tertia, lunged at you. Her dagger met with the fabrics that covered your chest. Pain erupted in you, looking down a scream erupted out of you.

With pounding in your ears, the world began to grow darker. Distantly, you sure you heard Geta, scream your name. You were unsure as you let the darkness envelop you.

********

The other Praetorian guards had arrived by the time, he saw you had wilted on the floor of the carriage.

He looked at Gallus. “Have the others restrain her and her accomplice at the dark, bottom of the arena.”

He glanced your way. You remained wilted where you were.

He grabbed a handful of Tertia’s hair, so he could look her in the face. She was practically foaming at the mouth. He could see a fiery rage in her eyes.

“You failed. Your punishment in the arena will usher in the celebrations of my marriage.”

“I curse her. She will know no peace.”

“Take her to the men and then ride with the driver back to the domus.”

“Yes sire.” Gallus, he nodded Easily he carried the wriggling Tertia to the other men and handed her over.

Geta, easily scooped you into his lap. As he gazed down at your still pale face. Deep down, he shouldn’t have brushed aside uoir veil, but you had wilted and had a grave wound. Traditions had to be thwarted.

He realized sitting there with your cool, wilted body just how greatly he felt for you.

Never had he truly cared for anyone except himself and his brother. Especially, when their father was having one of his rages. Everyone, else was secondary.

He murmured a soft prayer. Now, all he wanted was to carry on with the ceremony and for you to be his wife.

His fingertips traced the edge of your jaw. You were still cool to the touch.

“Justice will be swift and violent for what they did to you.” He whispered as he brought you closer to his chest. “We are almost back at my domain. Your wound will be treated. And finally, I can…I can tell you how I…”

His words of affection were interrupted as he finally felt your breath on his hand, as you stirred in his arms. Relief washed over him. You were back here with him.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nineteen

Summary: Plotters and plans revealed.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, fluff, implied violence, hinted at future violence

ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit - he made men’s talents a public possession. Caeser is credit with creating a library in the city of Rome.

Invidia is the goddess of jealousy.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 💐

As you slowly stepped into the bath. The water felt divine and the fragrant air was quite pleasing. You had been worried that the sacrifices that would be made would bring a sourness to the airs. They did not.

Stepping out of the water, it dripped from your body. It felt as if you were truly on the cusp of great change. You felt it in your heart. Soon jasmine and rose scented oils were rubbed into skin. You would be clothed in the attire expected of one to be married to a great man like Geta. You were a tingle with excitement. After weaving the belt it was soon wrapped around you. It looked much prettier than you thought it was with the other items of your clothing. All of the attire had been made specifically for you. It was quite elegant you mused. It was worth the pin pricks and the hours of standing as they made this for you. It was draped and wrapped around you as it should.

Finally, sitting with some relief Aelia with extreme care braided your hair into six pieces. Each with braid made with lovely ribbons and flowers interwoven. Your veil soon covered your face, to merely glance through the delicate material it felt as if you were gazing through fire. You gasped as you glimpsed at the delicate crown, your first.

With the outmost care, it was placed upon your head. The scents of the fresh rosemary, lilies, roses and violets swirled above you. They were twined together as you would lay twined with your husband.

So that fear would not enter your heart, you had been told of being ushered away to a location you had no prior knowledge of. With a reasonable time, your brave, strong Geta would arrive and steal you away so that he could marry you.

********

Seeing the world the world through the veil was quite interesting. Aelia, had walked you to the carriages that would take you away.

“I will be here, waiting to escort you with a torch of hearth and the fire that will burn forever between you and our grand emperor, Geta.” Her tone serious and was followed by a formal bow.

“Yes, I am grateful for you and your guidance.” You replied grateful for her to be at your side for all that would transpire. You replied with your own bow.

After leaving with a fierce gallop, the carriage bounced and rolled as it always did. From the few short times, you had been allowed the privilege of riding it one. None of what transpired appeared different.

As the buildings of the city went by you mused on the importance of these ceremonies. It pleased the gods and the mortal men that lived. You also remembered how much, your mother had fretted when carrying out the traditions of marriage when your older brother had taken a wife. You had helped her where it was proper.

You brought a hand to your heart when the carriage jostled enough that it shifted where you sat. You called out, not truly expecting a reply so when one didn’t come; you shrugged it off.

*******

“Where is she? Where is my wife?”

“She is not…”

Geta, turned on a heal and stepped towards the one that spoke. They trembled and stepped back. “I am sorry, my lord I was only saying.” They bowed their head.

“I didn’t ask for that as an answer. I asked where she is.” He spoke, teeth bared anger bubbling forth.

“She never arrived, sire.” Their head remained bowed.

He turned to Gallus. He turned to look at your brother. “Back to the horses.”

Gallus nodded.

“You have been of no help.” Turning, he looked at a random guard. “Grab that man, bring him to the under ground quarters of the arena. He will learn what it is to anger their emperor.”

“No, please sire!” The man scream.

Geta, did look back. He went out and climbed back onto his horse. “We have to find her.”

“Sire. How will be find her?”

His heart was beating like the stallion he rode. “The gods, will guide us.”

Gallus nodded, he climbed back onto his horse and your brother did the same.

******

There carriage finally stopped. You would have to tell Geta. This was not as smooth as a ride as those in the past. It rankled you.

You waited for them to let you out.

*******

“We should remained on the roads wide enough for a carriage.” Gallus suggested.

“Yes. There are not many.”

“Would they leave the city with her?” Your brother asked.

Geta, pressed his lips together. “They wouldn’t get that far.”

“There are only few roads sire.”

“Then follow the one that looks most disturbed.”

“Yes, yes that could be crucial.”

******

You tapped your fingers. You could have sworn Geta had mentioned you would be brought to the place where the great Caeser, ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit. it was a place dear to Geta. In the spoils of conquest, he had expanded quite a bit to it.

“Hello?” With care of your veil, you moved so that shifted closer to the door. “Hello? Hello?”

Confusion, filled you. You heard the murmurs of voices.

“Do I not go inside, and wait?”

A laugh answered you. Someone came over they tore their hood down. You gasped. You felt ill. You moved back.

“She is quite senseless.”

Said another voice, from behind. You jumped as a broad, man with a smile that was not kind and caused you feel even more ill, leaned against the window of the door. The voice was familiar but you did not know from where.

“She’s not. She captured the heart of my Caracalla, she captured that of Geta. She needs to die.”

You looked back at Tertia.

“What is it you speak of, Tertia? I know not of what you speak of.”

“But she is much too pretty to spoil.” Spoke the voice behind you. “I saw that in the baths.

As he spoke, you realized who he was. He was the one who threatened you while in the bath. You swallowed. It felt as if a lump had formed in your throat.

“You best not fall for her.” Tertia, snapped.

“Oh? Not at all.” He made an incoherent sound. “I just like her pretty skin. Most is too rough I want to feel it before it cools after the blows will deliver to her.”

You swallowed the sour taste that filled your mouth at his words. He sounded like a tanner that made shoes and armor but you were a human not a beast that roams on four legs. How could be speak of you as such.

“Tertia, please. I did not ask for any of this. I shall speak to Caracalla. He will go back to you. He surely misses you. He is simply distracted.”

She laughed. “Caracalla, has accepted you. He has not warmed my bed. And Geta, Geta has grown weak under your tongue. I shall cut that out first. Then your heart.”

“Invidia, Invidia has come into you Tertia. Why would you wish to cause harm?”

“Because it will please me and they will surely care once again for me.”

“No! You can’t do this!” You hollered.

Inwardly, you pleaded for your mother, the gods to hear you.

Two very warm hands were on your shoulders. You flinched, to tried to wiggle free.

“No!” You screamed again.

“You are so soft.” His fingers moved on your shoulders.

Tertia once again let out a horrible laugh. She opened the door.

There was no where to go.

******

“There sire.” Gallus pointed.

Geta, squinting in the bright summer morning looked where he directed.

“That looks like the carriage she had been sent away in.”

“Let’s go.” Easily, he manipulated his horse to follow the Praetorian guard.

Geta, prayed, hoping you would come back to him unharmed. They would all pay dearly for that they did today; he vowed.

Gallus, was the first to leapt from his horse. How that looked did not sit right with him. The door was ajar, he rushed that opening. It appeared that someone or something was crawling in. Shadows cloaked the interior.

Geta and your brother both not hesitating were next. Geta watched as your brother saw something. He leaned in close.

“Something is amiss on the other side,sire.”

He said in a hushed tone.

“Do not hesitate any further.” Geta told him, as he watched as Gallus made work of what was in front of him.

Your brother was quickly at the other side of the carriage. Before him appeared to be a man holding someone, who caused him to struggle with his grasp. He easily grabbed him. The man fought but let go pf whoever he had been holding.

A scream broke through the sounds of horse’s hooves as the horse settled. The creaking of the carriage. The men yelling and grabbling with whomever was in their respective grasps.

Everyone still before their actions resumed and intensified.

*******

Suddenly, you saw something uou could not make out behind Tertia. But she was struggling.

“I will kill you.” Her voice, thicker and more filled with a menace that you had never thought possible.

Tertia, lunged at you. Her dagger met with the fabrics that covered your chest. Pain erupted in you, looking down a scream erupted out of you.

With pounding in your ears, the world began to grow darker. Distantly, you sure you heard Geta, scream your name. You were unsure as you let the darkness envelop you.

********

The other Praetorian guards had arrived by the time, he saw you had wilted on the floor of the carriage.

He looked at Gallus. “Have the others restrain her and her accomplice at the dark, bottom of the arena.”

He glanced your way. You remained wilted where you were.

He grabbed a handful of Tertia’s hair, so he could look her in the face. She was practically foaming at the mouth. He could see a fiery rage in her eyes.

“You failed. Your punishment in the arena will usher in the celebrations of my marriage.”

“I curse her. She will know no peace.”

“Take her to the men and then ride with the driver back to the domus.”

“Yes sire.” Gallus, he nodded Easily he carried the wriggling Tertia to the other men and handed her over.

Geta, easily scooped you into his lap. As he gazed down at your still pale face. Deep down, he shouldn’t have brushed aside uoir veil, but you had wilted and had a grave wound. Traditions had to be thwarted.

He realized sitting there with your cool, wilted body just how greatly he felt for you.

Never had he truly cared for anyone except himself and his brother. Especially, when their father was having one of his rages. Everyone, else was secondary.

He murmured a soft prayer. Now, all he wanted was to carry on with the ceremony and for you to be his wife.

His fingertips traced the edge of your jaw. You were still cool to the touch.

“Justice will be swift and violent for what they did to you.” He whispered as he brought you closer to his chest. “We are almost back at my domain. Your wound will be treated. And finally, I can…I can tell you how I…”

His words of affection were interrupted as he finally felt your breath on his hand, as you stirred in his arms. Relief washed over him. You were back here with him.

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One more month until this is released.

Can’t wait!

I do not support war. Or any act of violence. I just can’t wait to see Joe & his co-stars.

Sam’s Story

Part One of ? (not sure if it will be a long piece)

I was working at the theater and helped move the Warfare Posters…I got inspired.

Notes/Warning: pictures in collage are possible stand-ins for things/people mentioned in story. Also please if you do drink, please be responsible.

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Sizzle! Crackle! Pop! Pop! Pop!

He pressed one, then another and yet another burger into the grill. The summer heat was welcome.

He grabbed a bottle from the bucket of ice, some of the ice had slushed around. Tilting his head back, he took a swig from his beer bottle. He had long since pushed his shades to rest a top his head as he manned the grill. Squinting, he looked up into the clear blue, summer sky. The sun was bright and hot. Welcome sweat, easily pearled in his curls. The cold grey winter was long forgotten. It was a perfect day for a barbecue with his boys and his girl.

Snap! Snap! Crackle! Sizzle!

He flipped over the burgers and once again pressed them into the grill.

“Hi handsome.” Your soft voice tickled his ears.

He glanced down, and smirked at you. Switching the spatula from one hand to the other, he lifted his arm so you could cuddle up to his one side.

“Hi baby. They’re almost ready, don’t you worry.”

You smiled brightly. “I’m not too worried. I think I may have an in with the man behind the grill.”

A gentle giggle came from your soft mouth.

He let his hand drift down your mostly bare back; his fingertips just barely touching the knot where earlier you had him tie your bikini top, his hand came to rest on the top of your jeans shorts.

He winked. “You might.”

*******

The air was acrid, his mouth was dried and his curls had long since been shorn off.

And he missed you.

The push ups came easy. They had once been hard. Before bootcamp, he had never bothered to do even one. The sand, dust clouded up with his exhalations.

He was antsy. They had been in this building for far too long. Exhaustion, was trying to take a hold due the lack of activity. The push ups got his blood pumping.

He had shipped out to boot camp and was in Iraq with a rag tag bunch of guys before he could blink. They were a solid bunch. None of you had chosen to be together. A few knew each other. But they were all new to him.

Not long ago, he remembered the barbecue he had with his boys and his best girl; his only girl had been at his side. His boys were ride or die types; he wished a few them were here with him now. They’d have his back. They had all known each other since they had training wheels. Now how their mustang’s or motorcycle’s engines rumbled was what mattered.

He hopped easily to his feet. The guys he was with now, were his boys. He trusted them. He grabbed his rifle and slung the strap onto his shoulder and walked over to a window, he glanced out.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nineteen

Summary: Plotters and plans revealed.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, fluff, implied violence, hinted at future violence

ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit - he made men’s talents a public possession. Caeser is credit with creating a library in the city of Rome.

Invidia is the goddess of jealousy.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 💐

As you slowly stepped into the bath. The water felt divine and the fragrant air was quite pleasing. You had been worried that the sacrifices that would be made would bring a sourness to the airs. They did not.

Stepping out of the water, it dripped from your body. It felt as if you were truly on the cusp of great change. You felt it in your heart. Soon jasmine and rose scented oils were rubbed into skin. You would be clothed in the attire expected of one to be married to a great man like Geta. You were a tingle with excitement. After weaving the belt it was soon wrapped around you. It looked much prettier than you thought it was with the other items of your clothing. All of the attire had been made specifically for you. It was quite elegant you mused. It was worth the pin pricks and the hours of standing as they made this for you. It was draped and wrapped around you as it should.

Finally, sitting with some relief Aelia with extreme care braided your hair into six pieces. Each with braid made with lovely ribbons and flowers interwoven. Your veil soon covered your face, to merely glance through the delicate material it felt as if you were gazing through fire. You gasped as you glimpsed at the delicate crown, your first.

With the outmost care, it was placed upon your head. The scents of the fresh rosemary, lilies, roses and violets swirled above you. They were twined together as you would lay twined with your husband.

So that fear would not enter your heart, you had been told of being ushered away to a location you had no prior knowledge of. With a reasonable time, your brave, strong Geta would arrive and steal you away so that he could marry you.

********

Seeing the world the world through the veil was quite interesting. Aelia, had walked you to the carriages that would take you away.

“I will be here, waiting to escort you with a torch of hearth and the fire that will burn forever between you and our grand emperor, Geta.” Her tone serious and was followed by a formal bow.

“Yes, I am grateful for you and your guidance.” You replied grateful for her to be at your side for all that would transpire. You replied with your own bow.

After leaving with a fierce gallop, the carriage bounced and rolled as it always did. From the few short times, you had been allowed the privilege of riding it one. None of what transpired appeared different.

As the buildings of the city went by you mused on the importance of these ceremonies. It pleased the gods and the mortal men that lived. You also remembered how much, your mother had fretted when carrying out the traditions of marriage when your older brother had taken a wife. You had helped her where it was proper.

You brought a hand to your heart when the carriage jostled enough that it shifted where you sat. You called out, not truly expecting a reply so when one didn’t come; you shrugged it off.

*******

“Where is she? Where is my wife?”

“She is not…”

Geta, turned on a heal and stepped towards the one that spoke. They trembled and stepped back. “I am sorry, my lord I was only saying.” They bowed their head.

“I didn’t ask for that as an answer. I asked where she is.” He spoke, teeth bared anger bubbling forth.

“She never arrived, sire.” Their head remained bowed.

He turned to Gallus. He turned to look at your brother. “Back to the horses.”

Gallus nodded.

“You have been of no help.” Turning, he looked at a random guard. “Grab that man, bring him to the under ground quarters of the arena. He will learn what it is to anger their emperor.”

“No, please sire!” The man scream.

Geta, did look back. He went out and climbed back onto his horse. “We have to find her.”

“Sire. How will be find her?”

His heart was beating like the stallion he rode. “The gods, will guide us.”

Gallus nodded, he climbed back onto his horse and your brother did the same.

******

There carriage finally stopped. You would have to tell Geta. This was not as smooth as a ride as those in the past. It rankled you.

You waited for them to let you out.

*******

“We should remained on the roads wide enough for a carriage.” Gallus suggested.

“Yes. There are not many.”

“Would they leave the city with her?” Your brother asked.

Geta, pressed his lips together. “They wouldn’t get that far.”

“There are only few roads sire.”

“Then follow the one that looks most disturbed.”

“Yes, yes that could be crucial.”

******

You tapped your fingers. You could have sworn Geta had mentioned you would be brought to the place where the great Caeser, ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit. it was a place dear to Geta. In the spoils of conquest, he had expanded quite a bit to it.

“Hello?” With care of your veil, you moved so that shifted closer to the door. “Hello? Hello?”

Confusion, filled you. You heard the murmurs of voices.

“Do I not go inside, and wait?”

A laugh answered you. Someone came over they tore their hood down. You gasped. You felt ill. You moved back.

“She is quite senseless.”

Said another voice, from behind. You jumped as a broad, man with a smile that was not kind and caused you feel even more ill, leaned against the window of the door. The voice was familiar but you did not know from where.

“She’s not. She captured the heart of my Caracalla, she captured that of Geta. She needs to die.”

You looked back at Tertia.

“What is it you speak of, Tertia? I know not of what you speak of.”

“But she is much too pretty to spoil.” Spoke the voice behind you. “I saw that in the baths.

As he spoke, you realized who he was. He was the one who threatened you while in the bath. You swallowed. It felt as if a lump had formed in your throat.

“You best not fall for her.” Tertia, snapped.

“Oh? Not at all.” He made an incoherent sound. “I just like her pretty skin. Most is too rough I want to feel it before it cools after the blows will deliver to her.”

You swallowed the sour taste that filled your mouth at his words. He sounded like a tanner that made shoes and armor but you were a human not a beast that roams on four legs. How could be speak of you as such.

“Tertia, please. I did not ask for any of this. I shall speak to Caracalla. He will go back to you. He surely misses you. He is simply distracted.”

She laughed. “Caracalla, has accepted you. He has not warmed my bed. And Geta, Geta has grown weak under your tongue. I shall cut that out first. Then your heart.”

“Invidia, Invidia has come into you Tertia. Why would you wish to cause harm?”

“Because it will please me and they will surely care once again for me.”

“No! You can’t do this!” You hollered.

Inwardly, you pleaded for your mother, the gods to hear you.

Two very warm hands were on your shoulders. You flinched, to tried to wiggle free.

“No!” You screamed again.

“You are so soft.” His fingers moved on your shoulders.

Tertia once again let out a horrible laugh. She opened the door.

There was no where to go.

******

“There sire.” Gallus pointed.

Geta, squinting in the bright summer morning looked where he directed.

“That looks like the carriage she had been sent away in.”

“Let’s go.” Easily, he manipulated his horse to follow the Praetorian guard.

Geta, prayed, hoping you would come back to him unharmed. They would all pay dearly for that they did today; he vowed.

Gallus, was the first to leapt from his horse. How that looked did not sit right with him. The door was ajar, he rushed that opening. It appeared that someone or something was crawling in. Shadows cloaked the interior.

Geta and your brother both not hesitating were next. Geta watched as your brother saw something. He leaned in close.

“Something is amiss on the other side,sire.”

He said in a hushed tone.

“Do not hesitate any further.” Geta told him, as he watched as Gallus made work of what was in front of him.

Your brother was quickly at the other side of the carriage. Before him appeared to be a man holding someone, who caused him to struggle with his grasp. He easily grabbed him. The man fought but let go pf whoever he had been holding.

A scream broke through the sounds of horse’s hooves as the horse settled. The creaking of the carriage. The men yelling and grabbling with whomever was in their respective grasps.

Everyone still before their actions resumed and intensified.

*******

Suddenly, you saw something uou could not make out behind Tertia. But she was struggling.

“I will kill you.” Her voice, thicker and more filled with a menace that you had never thought possible.

Tertia, lunged at you. Her dagger met with the fabrics that covered your chest. Pain erupted in you, looking down a scream erupted out of you.

With pounding in your ears, the world began to grow darker. Distantly, you sure you heard Geta, scream your name. You were unsure as you let the darkness envelop you.

********

The other Praetorian guards had arrived by the time, he saw you had wilted on the floor of the carriage.

He looked at Gallus. “Have the others restrain her and her accomplice at the dark, bottom of the arena.”

He glanced your way. You remained wilted where you were.

He grabbed a handful of Tertia’s hair, so he could look her in the face. She was practically foaming at the mouth. He could see a fiery rage in her eyes.

“You failed. Your punishment in the arena will usher in the celebrations of my marriage.”

“I curse her. She will know no peace.”

“Take her to the men and then ride with the driver back to the domus.”

“Yes sire.” Gallus, he nodded Easily he carried the wriggling Tertia to the other men and handed her over.

Geta, easily scooped you into his lap. As he gazed down at your still pale face. Deep down, he shouldn’t have brushed aside uoir veil, but you had wilted and had a grave wound. Traditions had to be thwarted.

He realized sitting there with your cool, wilted body just how greatly he felt for you.

Never had he truly cared for anyone except himself and his brother. Especially, when their father was having one of his rages. Everyone, else was secondary.

He murmured a soft prayer. Now, all he wanted was to carry on with the ceremony and for you to be his wife.

His fingertips traced the edge of your jaw. You were still cool to the touch.

“Justice will be swift and violent for what they did to you.” He whispered as he brought you closer to his chest. “We are almost back at my domain. Your wound will be treated. And finally, I can…I can tell you how I…”

His words of affection were interrupted as he finally felt your breath on his hand, as you stirred in his arms. Relief washed over him. You were back here with him.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nineteen

Summary: Plotters and plans revealed.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, fluff, implied violence, hinted at future violence

ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit - he made men’s talents a public possession. Caeser is credit with creating a library in the city of Rome.

Invidia is the goddess of jealousy.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 💐

As you slowly stepped into the bath. The water felt divine and the fragrant air was quite pleasing. You had been worried that the sacrifices that would be made would bring a sourness to the airs. They did not.

Stepping out of the water, it dripped from your body. It felt as if you were truly on the cusp of great change. You felt it in your heart. Soon jasmine and rose scented oils were rubbed into skin. You would be clothed in the attire expected of one to be married to a great man like Geta. You were a tingle with excitement. After weaving the belt it was soon wrapped around you. It looked much prettier than you thought it was with the other items of your clothing. All of the attire had been made specifically for you. It was quite elegant you mused. It was worth the pin pricks and the hours of standing as they made this for you. It was draped and wrapped around you as it should.

Finally, sitting with some relief Aelia with extreme care braided your hair into six pieces. Each with braid made with lovely ribbons and flowers interwoven. Your veil soon covered your face, to merely glance through the delicate material it felt as if you were gazing through fire. You gasped as you glimpsed at the delicate crown, your first.

With the outmost care, it was placed upon your head. The scents of the fresh rosemary, lilies, roses and violets swirled above you. They were twined together as you would lay twined with your husband.

So that fear would not enter your heart, you had been told of being ushered away to a location you had no prior knowledge of. With a reasonable time, your brave, strong Geta would arrive and steal you away so that he could marry you.

********

Seeing the world the world through the veil was quite interesting. Aelia, had walked you to the carriages that would take you away.

“I will be here, waiting to escort you with a torch of hearth and the fire that will burn forever between you and our grand emperor, Geta.” Her tone serious and was followed by a formal bow.

“Yes, I am grateful for you and your guidance.” You replied grateful for her to be at your side for all that would transpire. You replied with your own bow.

After leaving with a fierce gallop, the carriage bounced and rolled as it always did. From the few short times, you had been allowed the privilege of riding it one. None of what transpired appeared different.

As the buildings of the city went by you mused on the importance of these ceremonies. It pleased the gods and the mortal men that lived. You also remembered how much, your mother had fretted when carrying out the traditions of marriage when your older brother had taken a wife. You had helped her where it was proper.

You brought a hand to your heart when the carriage jostled enough that it shifted where you sat. You called out, not truly expecting a reply so when one didn’t come; you shrugged it off.

*******

“Where is she? Where is my wife?”

“She is not…”

Geta, turned on a heal and stepped towards the one that spoke. They trembled and stepped back. “I am sorry, my lord I was only saying.” They bowed their head.

“I didn’t ask for that as an answer. I asked where she is.” He spoke, teeth bared anger bubbling forth.

“She never arrived, sire.” Their head remained bowed.

He turned to Gallus. He turned to look at your brother. “Back to the horses.”

Gallus nodded.

“You have been of no help.” Turning, he looked at a random guard. “Grab that man, bring him to the under ground quarters of the arena. He will learn what it is to anger their emperor.”

“No, please sire!” The man scream.

Geta, did look back. He went out and climbed back onto his horse. “We have to find her.”

“Sire. How will be find her?”

His heart was beating like the stallion he rode. “The gods, will guide us.”

Gallus nodded, he climbed back onto his horse and your brother did the same.

******

There carriage finally stopped. You would have to tell Geta. This was not as smooth as a ride as those in the past. It rankled you.

You waited for them to let you out.

*******

“We should remained on the roads wide enough for a carriage.” Gallus suggested.

“Yes. There are not many.”

“Would they leave the city with her?” Your brother asked.

Geta, pressed his lips together. “They wouldn’t get that far.”

“There are only few roads sire.”

“Then follow the one that looks most disturbed.”

“Yes, yes that could be crucial.”

******

You tapped your fingers. You could have sworn Geta had mentioned you would be brought to the place where the great Caeser, ingenia hominum rem publicam fecit. it was a place dear to Geta. In the spoils of conquest, he had expanded quite a bit to it.

“Hello?” With care of your veil, you moved so that shifted closer to the door. “Hello? Hello?”

Confusion, filled you. You heard the murmurs of voices.

“Do I not go inside, and wait?”

A laugh answered you. Someone came over they tore their hood down. You gasped. You felt ill. You moved back.

“She is quite senseless.”

Said another voice, from behind. You jumped as a broad, man with a smile that was not kind and caused you feel even more ill, leaned against the window of the door. The voice was familiar but you did not know from where.

“She’s not. She captured the heart of my Caracalla, she captured that of Geta. She needs to die.”

You looked back at Tertia.

“What is it you speak of, Tertia? I know not of what you speak of.”

“But she is much too pretty to spoil.” Spoke the voice behind you. “I saw that in the baths.

As he spoke, you realized who he was. He was the one who threatened you while in the bath. You swallowed. It felt as if a lump had formed in your throat.

“You best not fall for her.” Tertia, snapped.

“Oh? Not at all.” He made an incoherent sound. “I just like her pretty skin. Most is too rough I want to feel it before it cools after the blows will deliver to her.”

You swallowed the sour taste that filled your mouth at his words. He sounded like a tanner that made shoes and armor but you were a human not a beast that roams on four legs. How could be speak of you as such.

“Tertia, please. I did not ask for any of this. I shall speak to Caracalla. He will go back to you. He surely misses you. He is simply distracted.”

She laughed. “Caracalla, has accepted you. He has not warmed my bed. And Geta, Geta has grown weak under your tongue. I shall cut that out first. Then your heart.”

“Invidia, Invidia has come into you Tertia. Why would you wish to cause harm?”

“Because it will please me and they will surely care once again for me.”

“No! You can’t do this!” You hollered.

Inwardly, you pleaded for your mother, the gods to hear you.

Two very warm hands were on your shoulders. You flinched, to tried to wiggle free.

“No!” You screamed again.

“You are so soft.” His fingers moved on your shoulders.

Tertia once again let out a horrible laugh. She opened the door.

There was no where to go.

******

“There sire.” Gallus pointed.

Geta, squinting in the bright summer morning looked where he directed.

“That looks like the carriage she had been sent away in.”

“Let’s go.” Easily, he manipulated his horse to follow the Praetorian guard.

Geta, prayed, hoping you would come back to him unharmed. They would all pay dearly for that they did today; he vowed.

Gallus, was the first to leapt from his horse. How that looked did not sit right with him. The door was ajar, he rushed that opening. It appeared that someone or something was crawling in. Shadows cloaked the interior.

Geta and your brother both not hesitating were next. Geta watched as your brother saw something. He leaned in close.

“Something is amiss on the other side,sire.”

He said in a hushed tone.

“Do not hesitate any further.” Geta told him, as he watched as Gallus made work of what was in front of him.

Your brother was quickly at the other side of the carriage. Before him appeared to be a man holding someone, who caused him to struggle with his grasp. He easily grabbed him. The man fought but let go pf whoever he had been holding.

A scream broke through the sounds of horse’s hooves as the horse settled. The creaking of the carriage. The men yelling and grabbling with whomever was in their respective grasps.

Everyone still before their actions resumed and intensified.

*******

Suddenly, you saw something uou could not make out behind Tertia. But she was struggling.

“I will kill you.” Her voice, thicker and more filled with a menace that you had never thought possible.

Tertia, lunged at you. Her dagger met with the fabrics that covered your chest. Pain erupted in you, looking down a scream erupted out of you.

With pounding in your ears, the world began to grow darker. Distantly, you sure you heard Geta, scream your name. You were unsure as you let the darkness envelop you.

********

The other Praetorian guards had arrived by the time, he saw you had wilted on the floor of the carriage.

He looked at Gallus. “Have the others restrain her and her accomplice at the dark, bottom of the arena.”

He glanced your way. You remained wilted where you were.

He grabbed a handful of Tertia’s hair, so he could look her in the face. She was practically foaming at the mouth. He could see a fiery rage in her eyes.

“You failed. Your punishment in the arena will usher in the celebrations of my marriage.”

“I curse her. She will know no peace.”

“Take her to the men and then ride with the driver back to the domus.”

“Yes sire.” Gallus, he nodded Easily he carried the wriggling Tertia to the other men and handed her over.

Geta, easily scooped you into his lap. As he gazed down at your still pale face. Deep down, he shouldn’t have brushed aside uoir veil, but you had wilted and had a grave wound. Traditions had to be thwarted.

He realized sitting there with your cool, wilted body just how greatly he felt for you.

Never had he truly cared for anyone except himself and his brother. Especially, when their father was having one of his rages. Everyone, else was secondary.

He murmured a soft prayer. Now, all he wanted was to carry on with the ceremony and for you to be his wife.

His fingertips traced the edge of your jaw. You were still cool to the touch.

“Justice will be swift and violent for what they did to you.” He whispered as he brought you closer to his chest. “We are almost back at my domus. Your wound will be treated. And finally, I can…I can tell you how I…”

His words of affection were interrupted as he finally felt your breath on his hand, as you stirred in his arms. Relief washed over him. You were back here with him.

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Yes!!! And I will say I feel incredibly called out on this.

When I say “I love this artist” I either know 5 of their songs that I play on repeat or I know their entire discography and you just have to guess which one it is

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Yup!!!

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

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I did die.

And had him sign this. 😍

And these…

so glad i’m too broke to go to cons because i think if i met joseph quinn and had to look him in the eyes after writing ancient roman porn i think i’d die

[stardancerluv]

Omg so true! @yourfavoritewitchbitch and also true with @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @amethyst-serenade @darknessisafriend @laura-naruto-fan1998 @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @kaittalkstoomuch to name a few!

👆🏻Happy when I see your posts or dms !!! 👆🏻

(👆🏻Little ol me just happy people read my stuff and grateful I met some amazing people!💐)

Back to writing away.

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away