#Agora

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ORESTES 😍😍

Oscar Isaac in Agora (2009) dir. Alejandro Amenábar

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What if Mewtwo had three swords?

Decided to ask a very important question for this, one of my two final animations for my 3D Animation 2 class where I could animate whatever I want as long as I had a rig for it (the other one I animated is Sonic!). I had some swords left from an earlier project in the class, and decided to hook them up to this Mewtwo rig.

Mewtwo model and rig provided by Agora

[nowritingonthewall]

OSCAR ISAAC behind the scenes of Agora

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Oscar Isaac says it's ok to cry 💙💙💙

[in-love-with-movies]

Agora (2009)

[madisoncounty]

Oscar Isaac in AGORA (2009)

[arcanechariot]

check out my oscar tarot 🔮💫

im really hyped for this project ive planned (i just hope i dont give up before i finish it like i usually do)

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Reblog to increase sample size, please!

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OSCAR ISAAC speaking about AGORA (2009) at the 2009 cannes film festival 🤍

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Saw a Pedro stan acc do this on twt and got inspired to make one with Oscar as well. Which table are y’all sitting at 🤭

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

When Darkness Falls

Orestes x afab!Monster!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 16: Public Sex

Summary: After Orestes and his men are captured by a strange group, the punishment seems unusual.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always! I don't know how my mind turned 'public sex' into this.

Warnings: Monster!Reader (werewolf-y), swearing, p in v sex, injuries, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1850

Orestes winced as the guard pressed against his injured shoulder and forced him to his knees. His wrists were bound behind his back, so tightly that the rope was cutting off the blood supply to his fingers.

“You are accused of trespassing on our lands. From taking fruit from the Hylopius tree.” The man bellowed, he was dressed in dark blue robes finely woven. Seven others, presumably nobles and the jury, stood to his side. 

“My men and I were lost, we took shelter from the storm. We did not know these were your lands,” Orestes tries to keep his tone strong and even, to keep his chin high as he answers. “We-”

“Ignorance is not an excuse.” He snarls. “You pillage, and take. But you are far from your Rome now. Your crimes will not go unpunished.” 

Orestes breathes deeply. “Please, my men, they are innocent in this. I will take the punishment, if you let-”

“You are in no position to demand anything.”

“I am not demanding, I am-” The leader gestures with his hand and Orestes winces in pain as the guard presses against the wound in his temple.

“Your men fought back against our soldiers, they are as guilty as you are. I will cast punishment on you all.” He grins wickedly. “The Lycan’s Pit.” 

The noblemen laugh.

Orestes is dragged to his feet and pulled from the room, “What, what is that? What do you speak of?” 

The guards do not answer as he is taken into a large hall beautifully decorated in fine mosaic. The images of torn bodies and blood, of huge creatures with red eyes shaped like the beasts of childhood nightmares painstakingly crafted. There are rows of seats carved into the walls, the layout reminiscent of a small scale colosseum, able to hold around 50 people.

In the centre of the room was a circle pit that seemed to travel into the depths of the earth itself. 

“They will feast on your flesh.” The leader laughs. 

“Wait-” A loud gong of a bell echoes out, cutting off his words as he is thrown into the middle of the room next to the pit, he grunts, managing to get to his knees as the guards bring out thorned branches layered with silver chains. They arrange them around the outside of the floor, a barrier from the seats and Orestes. 

“What is that?” He asks.

The nobles take seats as the guards stand to attention, more people flood in, all equally dressed in finery and sit.

“The Lycans cannot cross the barrier.” The leader laughs, like he was explaining a basic concept. 

“I wonder who will join us today?” One nobel asks another.

“I hope it is Baral. He is the most vicious. I want to see him tear the roman apart.” 

Orestes swallows thickly, pulling at the ropes. If he could just…

There is a low growl from the pit. A deep and terrible snap of teeth. 

He freezes despite myself when a large clawed hand grabs hold of the side. It‘s huge, the palm alone bigger than his head, some kind of mix between a human and a wolf. 

Slowly the creature pulls itself up and out, snarling with rows of sharp teeth and blood red eyes. 

He wants to scream. But he can’t move, can’t think.

A hush falls on the nobles as the creature appears and stalks around to Orestes. 

He seems to snap back to reality, and struggles to stand, to run, to defend himself, to-

The creature lunges forward and on top of him. 

He closes his eyes, bracing for the sharp stink of ripping claws and teeth. But it doesn’t come. 

He breathes deeply, raggedly, his heart pounding in his temples and slowly opens his eyes.

It’s dark, like he’s in a cave. It takes a moment for him to realise that the cave is fur. The creature seemingly, somehow draped over him to make a small tent like space. 

He sits up a little, his shoulder brushing the fur. It’s soft and warm, moving a little with the creature's breath.

“Hello.” 

He jumps, pushing himself back further against the fur and you giggle. 

“I am sorry to scare you.” 

Orestes blinks heavily, you’re sitting opposite him crouched with a large smile on your face. He can see your canines, larger than a person’s should be, and your eyes deep and red. But beautiful, oh so painfully beautiful.

You give him a little wave and he nods his head. 

“They tied you?” Your voice is sweet and gentle.

He nods again. 

You tut and carefully edge forward. 

He swallows, sucking in a breath in spite of himself, you move like running water, swift and mesmerising, your body completely naked. 

You watch him as you move, careful for any signs of distress like he was an injured rabbit in a trap. 

You reach back and cut the ropes with your sharp nails that retract a little when you are finished. 

“There you go.” “Thank you.” He mutters, staring bewitched as you move back a fraction but remain close. “There is a creature, a…”

You smile. He knows it’s you.

“Where are we?” He swallows, rubbing life back into his fingers. 

“We are not where you were.” 

“Am I dead?” 

You shake your head. “We will have to return there, shortly. Here is just to talk for a moment.” You touch his temple, the gooey blood on his skin. 

He flinches but doesn’t pull away when he realises your touch is gentle. 

“Are you going to kill me?” He breathes, watching you intently. His heart is still beating fast, his muscles tingling with adrenaline. But he doesn’t want to run or fight, he wants… he wants to…

“No.” You smile, taking your fingers to your lips and licking off his blood. 

“Why?” He asks without thinking. 

You laugh lightly. “You smell… nice.”

“Nice?” His mouth twitches upwards, surprised. 

You nod, leaning a little forward. “You don’t smell like food.” You whisper.

Orestes swallows. He can’t help himself, can’t stop himself even if he wanted to. He tilts his head and presses his lips to yours in a rush. 

You lick into his mouth and he tastes his own blood on your tongue. He groans, lightheaded and needy as he presses himself closer.

He whines when you pull back a fraction, smiling. “You smell like a mate.” 

Orestes nods desperately. “Please.”

“Do you accept me?” 

He nods rapidly, pushing himself closer to you again. His cock aches between his legs, pressing against his clothing and begging to be freed. 

“In any form?” 

“In any form.” He mutters. “Please.” 

You grin. 

In a blink of his eyes, he is back in the mosaic hall, flat on his back. The nobles watching as the creature, you, lean over him, your teeth so close to snapping into the flesh of his neck. 

He turns his head, touches your soft fur with his free hands. “Please.” 

You let out a soft growl, the sound vibrating through his chest. 

There’s some quiet murmuring from the crowd, anticipation as they think he’s about to get eaten alive.

With one clawed hand, you lightly dip under his clothing, ripping it in two clean down the middle. 

Orestes gasps, biting his lip as you bow your head down and lick a broad flat stripe with your thick tongue. You start between his legs, rising up his body until you flick just under his jaw. 

He groans, his eyes rolling back as he squirms under you, your strong form keeping him pressed down and at your mercy. 

There are a few confused whispers, surprised at how he seems to be enjoying himself. 

His cock is already painfully hard, throbbing in time with his rapid heartbeat. You nuzzle at his neck, your breath hot on his skin as you lay yourself fully over him, moving your legs and taking his length inside yourself. 

Orestes gasps, moaning loudly as he sinks inside. He claws at your fur, trying to pull you closer as he shakes. It feels so good, liquid pleasure running up his spine as he fills you that practically paralyses him in place. 

His cry of passion is almost indistinguishable from one of pain, and at first, the crowd thinks he has been split open. 

You growl and he shivers as you rock your hips. It’s like you’re everywhere, touching him with claws and teeth and nails and hands. He can feel your lips on his thighs and stomach, fur and skin on his chest, both forms seemingly at once as you increase your pace. 

It’s electric, addicting as you devour him; mind, and body, and soul. 

“Yes, yes, please, yes,” he moans, uncaring of the many eyes watching him hurtling rapidly to his release. Your heat squeezes him, caresses him, lets him sink deeper into mind numbing pleasure. 

“Please,” he sobs, he wants to call your name but he realises, painfully, that he hadn’t asked for it, instead he pulls at your fur, at your shoulders, at any part of you he can reach. 

You snap your teeth and it sounds like a chuckle before you lick along his neck and drag your canines along his skin. 

“My heart,” he whispers, his voice strained, “I’m, I’m close.” He doesn’t want this to stop, to ever end. But he can feel his body racing towards his climax like an unbridled horse. His hips buck, his balls tightened. 

You rock faster, you slick running down and coating his skin as your warmth begs for his release. In this form, you need his pleasure desperately. Can only have your own as he experiences his. 

He whines, crying out beautifully as his back arches. He comes loudly, shivering and sobbing as he empties into you, giving you every single part of himself. 

Pleasure rushes along your veins, embeds in your bones and you howl, long and hard as you come with him. 

You lick into his mouth, cradling him as he nuzzles against you. 

“Foolish beast!” The leader yells, shouting for the guards. 

One hurls a spear at you that clatters off your form as if it was a rain drop. But Orestes flinches.

And you snarl. 

You turn quickly, jumping from him and barreling through the barrier that does absolutely nothing to stop you. You rip the guards and nobles to pieces in a matter of seconds, moving faster than they can fathom as they scream in terror. How dare they threaten him, your mate. 

You blink, the rage dulling.

Slowly, you turn back to Orestes, worried for a second about your outburst until you see his soft eyes as he reaches out for you. You move back to him, nuzzling your face into his palm. 

He kisses your nose, your cheek, licking some of the sprayed blood from your fur as you embrace him, laying him back down under you protectively. 

“I did not ask for your name, my love.” He whispers softly and smiles when you mutter it against his ear. He repeats it slowly with undying affection. 

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Ivy's Kinktober Masterlist

Main Masterlist

I mostly got my prompts from this prompt list by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🍑 "In Service of the General" - Poe Dameron - thigh riding

🍆 "Deeper" - Orestes - edgeplay, love bites, teratophilia

🍑 "Experimental Freedom" - Victor Frankenstein - master/servant, oral, overstimulation

🍆 "Dirty" - Abel Morales - spanking, degradation

Events Masterlist || Main Masterlist

[miochimochi]

Looked at Project 2025... and oh no! It's a standard conservative platform! With gasp "Anti-Woke Language"! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN

But seriously, this shit is nothing new, most of it is promises that Republicans have been making for a while and do nothing about, even Trump. There's nothing in this about turning Trump into a dictator with full power over the government and the people, there's no building camps for the gays, trans, and minorities, it's just the boring old normal. The blue train is fear mongering about it, the red train is fear mongering what would happen without it, but it's literally just bleh.

I'm still not voting and this hasn't convinced me of some necessity to do so. I'd rather continue on with counter-economic means than to touch the partyarchy.

[emma23]

Masterlist:

This masterlist will be about Oscar Isaac characters. I will maybe do some Pedro pascal characters too but it will be mainly about Oscar Isaac.

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U can know tips if u like my fics. Those will help me paying my school. Thanks all 💕

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The most recent fic:

26/12: the astronomer and the prefect 🌹

25/12: the echoes of loyalty part II 💔🌹 (Poe dameron x reader)

24/12: not that expensive 🌹🥰 (nathan bateman x reader)

24/12: cookies, chaos, and compromises 🥰🌹(moon knight x reader)

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Fluff: 🥰

Romance: 🌹

Angst: 😔

Hurt: 💔

Confort: 🤗

Smut: 🔥

Magic: 💫

Dark: 🖤

Mystery: 🕵🏻‍♂️

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Oscar Isaac character:

Headcanon

Masterlist Poe dameron:

Masterlist Steven grant:

Masterlist Jonathan Levy:

Masterlist Nathan Bateman:

Masterlist santiago Garcia:

Masterlist marc Spector:

Masterlist Jake Lockley:

Masterlist Llewyn Davis:

Masterlist duke Leto astreides:

Masterlist Blue jones:

Miguel o’hara:

Dark Miguel 🖤

Maybe the tests aren't quite right 🤗

It’s just a dare 🌹

Boss Miguel 🖤

Caught in the web of love 🌹

Chasing ghosts 💔🖤

Rydal keener:

The honeymoon 💔

The worst tour guide ever 🌹

Cats confusion and a charmer named Rydal 💔

Orestes:

Orestes x reader 🌹

The fall of Alexandria 😔

The sun and the moon 🤗

The astronomer and the prefect 🌹

Kane:

Kane x reader 😔

In the shadow of the Shimmer 😔

Bud Cooper:

Unmasking Suburbicon 🕵🏻‍♂️

Unexpected encounters 🌹

Basil Stitt:

The Lightning connection 🤗

Lightning in a bottle 🔥:

Cecil Denis:

Melting point 🔥

Chaotic rhythms 🔥

Beneath the surface 🤗

Wait, I don’t get it, please explain 🥰

Waiting for something special 🌹

William Tell:

Rolling the dice on us 😔

The odds of us 🔥🌹

A house of his own making 🖤🌹

Two hands one heart 🌹

Playing with fire 🔥🌹

Richard Munoz:

Muffled confessions 💔

Boundaries and bullies 🔥

King John:

Falling for the villain 🔥🌹

A royal misstep 🔥

A fragile crown 😔🤗

The king’s proposition 🔥

Between a crown and a hard place 🌹

Anselm Vogelweide:

The crumbling brick 💔

The translation game🌹

Laurent leclert:

The art of deception 🌹

Moon knight boys:

The craving commandements 🥰🌹

Through the walls 🌹🥰

Driving lessons with moon knight 🌹🔥

Cookies, chaos, and compromises 🥰🌹

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Pedro Pascal charecter:

Joel miller:

Playing along 🌹

A night of unexpected beginnings 🤗

Close enough ? 🌹🔥

The bridge between us 😔

Sheltered hearts 🌹🔥

When you left 💔

Sunshine and shadows 🌹

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Tom holland characters:

Peter Parker:

Roommate mishap 🥰🌹🤗

Crazy for you 🌹

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Jéssica Dutra

Recorte do texto : #Agora