#A Slice of Empires

[dark-and-kawaii]

Rolan modded to wear glasses... please I will give you my firstborn!

Rolan

[polar-equinoxx]

baby ice having his first homemade birthday cake🥺

[codgod-moved]

he has his own mini mojito glass

hi hi hi :3

@prisonguards @bidoofenergy @cinniter @canary-oxygen-box @solidari-tek @the3rddenialist @sybeez @theslyvoid9 @la-bruja

[silencedminstrel]

(Artist unknown)

RETURN TO CARDELASIA - AN UKNOWN SHIP IS MAKING ITS WAY TO AN ANCIENT FLOATING RUINS THAT WAS ONCE THE CAPITOL OF THE SAMAWI EMPIRE

In a few short moments the White Heralds will blow their Heliosium Horns, signifying Her Royal Highness has entered the citadel! From there she will make her way alone into

The Throne Room already wearing The Heart Of Dawn (Crown), sits and lights up the Lilac Torches with it, reactivating everything from defence mechanisms to making those drab

Crumbling walls shiny and metallic again, amidst the fanfare and cheerings from her loyal subjects as the universe itself trembles before the fact...the Monarch is enthroned!

Why you sound so dismayed, Mr President? (Sigh) It should have been you, Regent! Your dear mother must stop sacrificing herself! She doesn't need to keep on...! Maybe she does, Mr President; alas only time will tell...!

[sunspira]

if i have an ethnic identity at all its best described by those racially insensitive but romantically artistic amalgamations of real world places and peoples in fantasy maps. or like the ancient city of carthage. fortunately this can lead to celebrating an ocean of people all with blended and indeterminate genealogy and a series of vibrant shared cultures and histories that transcend ever-changing ancient empires and modern national borders. unfortunately this can lead to fascism

[simple-seranade]

imagine pixlriffs trying to kiss his partner after coming back as a spirit but just phasing through them. being so close but having a barrier stronger than life itself separating you two. ghost pixlriffs is so much angst fuel

[marciliedonato]

Maybe the Roman senate forgot to celebrate pi(e) day and stabbed Caesar bc you're not yourself when you're hungry... Honestly perfectly understandable... That said stab Caesar anyway he's kind of a little bitch and his vibes are off

[ihaventcomeupwthanameforaheroyet]

Today in my dream I was Jedediah Smith (NatM character, not the real one, lol) who finally (after a big bottle of liquor!) picked up the courage to kiss Octavius. And it was good!

In case someone haven't seen Night at the Museum, these two guys:

(I guess everyone can figure out which of them is Octavius. Well. Not exactly the Roman man I was thinking about, but... this one is good, too. Good job, dreams department! 👍)

[duranduratulsa]

Take Out Food of the day: Fat Tony Pizza 🍕 at Empire Slice House #food #foodporn #pizza #fattony #fattonypizza #empireslicehouse

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

It is so funny to imagine Doc just fucking lost in the world of Empires while all his friends have made this insane fucking tower amalgamation while they wait to go home when irl he's just been caring for his sick family and sick himself.

And then when all the Hermits are ready to go back home he's left behind just stranded in some fucking jungle wondering where the hell he is and why all his friends logged out at once.

[a-queer-crip-writes]

The Forrester home is more than half dugout, these days; the original deep root cellar has been extended irregularly during periods of intense fighting. There is always a faint scent of the good Marcher earth they will all return to in the home as it cradles them.

Yarrow’s bedroom is a little cubby around a deep-set window camouflaged by carefully-constructed shutters and tall “weeds”; they get light, air, and a surprisingly good view of what is going on outside without being obvious to observers.

A wooden frame is filled with fragrant hay and dried grasses and piled high with quilts stuffed with plant downs and wool - they get cold easily and it makes their pain worse.

They usually have at least one of the family dogs, cats, or orphan goats or piglets cuddled in with them for extra warmth, adding a warm animal scent to that of summers and sunlight.

Shelves are build into the frame, crowded with some printed texts and a great many handwritten manuscripts handed down through the family on a variety of subjects, though beekeeping, medicine, alchemy and winter magic predominate. Candlemaking equipment, inks and quills, and various medicinals jostle with them for space. A few hold clothing in various states of repair or construction and embroidery, knitting and macrame projects.

The frame is covered in generations of graffiti; names, some with hearts, some of those scored through deeply; calculations and charts, sketches of animals and plants in pencil or knife strokes.

[neoflames]

I made a little murder mystery game in Python (kinda a mix between among us and danganronpa? Maybe? Idk <- has never played danganronpa) and decided to test it with empires characters so have some objectively funny screenshots

This one is in character god bless

It’s the curse i think

She is not good at hiding her curse god bless <3 (she’s gotten this event every time I do a playthrough I just only got pictures of these ones)

[shinyempirerpg]

Más información coming... soon 🎥

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere Knight x Dragon Reader

sry I haven't posted in a while my single pringles enjoy~

Yandere Knight~ Who was summoned to rescue a princess from the clutches of the most feared dragon in the empire.

Yandere Knight~ Who indifferently agrees and begins his quest.

Yandere Knight~ Who charges to your land on his trusty steed and is then face to face with you your scales shimmering and your eyes burning with fury you were much more magnificent than he imagined...

Yandere Knight~ Who fought well bravely and was about to take the final blow ready to launch his lance into your throat when suddenly you transformed into your weakened part human form stopping him in his tracks.

Yandere Knight~ Who's eyes widened at the sight of you, you were gorgeous much more beautiful than any princess could ever be he took a moment to take in your form as you struggled to stay standing your wings spread and your fiery eyes glaring into his waiting for him to take the blow.

 Yandere Knight~ Who cautiously approached you and watched you sit there accepting your fate and smiles slightly as your eyes open confused as he caressed your cheek and horns muttering to himself.

"Ethereal..."

Yandere Knight~ Who is startled when you growl and fly away, and his eyes linger on your now distant form and internally groans when the princess runs out and throws herself at him as he fights back the burning urge to throw her off.

Yandere Knight~ Who confronts every dragon ologist to learn as much as he can about your kind, He has to know every detail about his new beloved after all.

Yandere Knight~ Who finds out your love for precious objects and always comes to your land leaving treasure and jewels behind picturing how lovely you'll look in them.

Yandere Knight~ Who outright refuses the kings proposal for him to marry the princess as a reward for saving her his mind only occupied with how stunning you looked amongst your flames.

Yandere Knight~ Who makes sure no other knight is sent anywhere near you he can't have anyone else seeing your beauty or attempting to slay you.

Yandere Knight~ Who's attempts end up being futile and is sent with troops to slay you once and for all.

Yandere Knight~ Who is furious to see the last remaining knight standing over your weakened for with his sword raised ready to finish you off.

Yandere Knight~ who charges and kills the knight slicing his head clean off with a sick smile as he watches it fall at your feet seeing your frozen expression as he caresses your face with his bloodied hands.

“No one will ever hurt you my treasure I’ll be the only one who knows your true beauty, and I’ll never let anyone else see it~”

y'all can read my new yandere dragon x knight reader

[its-avalon-08]

Hello! Can I req ln4 x reader where they are secretly married, but the entire world just know they're bestfriend. One day an interviewer ask if they are a thing and they say they're married but sarcastically (like Chris Evans and Elizabeth Olsen on Ellen show) and in the end they decided to just reveal it. Thank you!!

🗣️avaspeaks: i love this request so much!!! and i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one, and i hope i did it justice!

we decided to break the internet (ln4)

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introduction - lando and y/n were practically inseparable since childhood. building sandcastle empires on the beach, trading pokémon cards at recess, navigating the awkwardness of middle school together - they'd seen it all. what neither quite admitted, not even to themselves, was the secret crush simmering beneath the surface of their friendship. every time lando tried to impress a girl with his skateboard tricks, y/n would "accidentally" trip him mid-grind. and whenever y/n had a date, lando would "forget" to return her favorite dress, the one that made her feel invincible. their sabotage was childish, sure, but it stemmed from a fear of losing the other entirely. one summer night, sprawled on the hood of lando's beat-up car, gazing at a sky exploding with stars, something shifted. maybe it was the whispered secrets shared, or the way their laughter mingled with the chirping crickets. in that moment, childhood friendship flickered, ignited by a spark of something deeper, a love waiting to prosper.

the air crackled with anticipation as lando norris and a stunning y/n settled into the interview chairs. formula one fans adored their playful dynamic, convinced they were just best friends. little did anyone know, they'd been secretly married for over a year and a half.

"so," the interviewer began, a sly smile on his face, "the fans are curious. is there anything going on between you two, romantically?"

lando shot y/n a mock glare. "absolutely! infact we're married!!!," he deadpanned, throwing his head back in exaggerated shock.

the room froze. cameras flashed. y/n, stifling a laugh, gasped dramatically. "married and absolutely smitten with eachother! lando, haven't you told them about movie night and all the crying over sappy rom-coms?"

the audience erupted in gasps and whispers. even the other drivers, strategically placed in the back row, looked bewildered. carlos, oscar,max,charles,daniel,alex and george laughed silently into their hands.

lando, playing along, clutched his chest. "oh no, you can't tell them about that! what will the neighbors think of all the late-night screaming about popcorn refills?"

y/n doubled over, tears welling up (from laughter, not the fake movie marathons). "and the screaming matches over who gets the last slice of pizza? lando, you monster!"

the room buzzed with confusion. were they…? weren't they…?

the interviewer, clearly flustered, stammered, "wait, so… you're saying you have movie nights and… screaming matches?"

lando winked at the camera. "the usual newlywed stuff, you know?"

y/n, wiping a fake tear, added, "don't even get me started on the scooter races in the paddock."

the room descended into chaos. reporters scribbled furiously, phones buzzed, and drivers peeked over their chairs, jaws slack.

lando, barely able to hold back a real laugh, reached for y/n's hand. "alright, alright," he conceded, "we might be exaggerating a tad. movie nights are definitely a thing, though. y/n's a terror with the remote."

y/n swatted him playfully. "hey! at least i let you pick the action movies sometimes."

suddenly, y/n did something unexpected. with a flourish, she turned her hand, revealing a simple gold band with a sparkling diamond. the room fell silent.

"oh by the way we've actually married for about two years now," y/n raised an eyebrow at lando, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across her face. "forgot to mention that detail, did you?"

lando, speechless for once, could only stare at the ring, then back at the stunned faces around him. the dam broke. laughter, loud and genuine, erupted from them both. the tension in the room evaporated, replaced by a mixture of shock, amusement, and a touch of awe.

as the interview wrapped up, the secret was out. lando and y/n, f1's favorite "best friends," were husband and wife. the post-interview scrum was a whirlwind. questions flew, cameras flashed in their faces, and congratulations poured in. through it all, lando and y/n stuck together, their laughter echoing through the room, a testament to their love and their ability to surprise everyone, even the f1 world.

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well i hope you liked it! thank you for sending in your request and do send more! thanks for reading!

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[katakaluptastrophy]

The ships … the ships were still full of people. I reached our hand out into space. I extended. I struggled. He said, I bit through the sun first. It’s human nature. That started things going.

Imagine being on those ships (and remember, not everyone in those ships was a nefarious trillionaire) zooming away from earth.

Maybe you've watched mushroom clouds blossoming across the face of the earth as you pulled away, the lines of communication fizzing out and going dead.

Watched...something...happen to the earth. Watched the sun flare and then flicker out.

I sliced through Venus, Mercury, Mars … by that point a couple of the tugs had already launched through the Kuiper. I had to kill Jupiter and Saturn in a fucking hurry. I reached … they blinked away from me … all I could do was hope that they’d watched what I was doing and all died from fucking terror. You and I went full fucking Hungry Caterpillar. We took Uranus … Neptune … crunched down Pluto … found every satellite and craft, reached in, crunched up all the humans, moved on.

You try to make contact with the installations as you pass - the small city on Mars, the helium-3 capture facility at Jupiter, the mines on Saturn's moons, the skeleton crew constructing the shell on Uranus, the Kuiper platform. Maybe the comms are eerily quiet. Or perhaps, you make contact for just a moment, enough time to witness what happens when god doesn't kill people "clean".

As you speed away, the rings of the gas giants burst asunder and the planets seem to desaturate, the readings go haywire as their magnetic fields suddenly destabilise. And something, oh god, something seems to slip away from each one, some absolute acid trip of horror, like some kind of writhing, fleeing ghost.

The moment I found the fleet spinning up to enter FTL, it was too late … I could only grab one of them … and you and I held it in the palm of our hand. I was in there with them. All those frightened people. All those runaway rats.

And then something physically stops one of the ships. Alarms are going off, sparks are flying, lights are flickering, and there's a horrifying sense of presence (if John feeling Alecto's presence was unremitting screaming inside his head, what does the presence of the newly combined John and Alecto feel like? Because I don't think that invovles less eldritch psychic screaming, somehow).

And then you break free, and spin off into some kind of warp of time and space, with the knowledge that you are the last humans left alive in the universe and that something truly terrible lurks on the husk of the earth.

Imagine 5000 years of that tale being passed down through humanity (that's equivalent to the time that passed between the stone age and the present day), as civilisations rose and fell across planets and systems.

And then imagine, one day, being the ship that encountered something they'd never seen before. A ship, of an entirely unfamiliar design, bearing an unfamiliar symbol: a skull. The whole ship is covered in bones. Sleek, designed, inlaid bones. Human bones.

When they hail you, you see humans, but not like you've seen before. They're dressed in strange outfits: military uniforms and robes that look like something from a textbook of the most ancient history. They're carrying swords. Swords! Many of them seem starved and sickly, as if their bodies are consuming themselves. They speak of their empire and their god in strange, archaic words - an impossibly ancient language from the earth that was - of the resurrection of the dead, of the Lord over the River, of necromancy.

And you realise that however horrifying the tales of the earth's death in fire, there are things worse than death.