#More Melitta

[paradiseofhorrordevot]

[officebueroshayennemelittakupfer]

Weltraum Staub - Space Dust

>>Neon Rot sag uns wo du bist, denn da müssen wir hin, beeil dich, na los!<< >>Ich bin hier mit dir, aber eigentlich bin ich in einem Gasthof & wo ist dein Zwilling?<<

Neon Blau:>>Ich bin nicht mehr hier, aber eigentlich bin ich überall. Nicht wahr Schutzengel, Ellen?<<

Ellen:>>Mit nur einen einzigen Flügel.<<

>>Neon red tell us where you are, because that's where we have to go, hurry up, come on!<< >>I'm with you, but actually I'm in an inn & where is your twin?<<

Neon Blue:>>I'm not here anymore, but actually I'm everywhere. Isn't that a guardian angel, Ellen?<<

Neon Blue:>>I'm not here anymore, but actually I'm everywhere. Isn't that a guardian angel, Ellen?<<

Ellen:>>With only a single wing.<<

[paradiseofhorrordevot]

We Have Enough Time To Organize More of "No Cow Chocolate Bons" by Us We Can Find Them in a Supermarket named Penny. I Think to Every Kind of vegan Gummy Bears belongs definitely Chocolate without Mother Milk, Fruits, Vegetables & Nuts. 💚😉😉💯

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Wir Haben Noch Genug Zeit um Zu Organisieren Mehr von "No Cow Bons" - "Keine Kühe BonBons" bei Uns Erhältlich in der Einkaufshalle namens Penny. Ich Denke zu Jeder Sorte veganer Gummibärchen Gehört Definitiv Schokolade ohne Muttermilch, Früchte, Gemüse & Nüsse. 💚😉😉💯

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Nymph. l General Marcus Acacius

It's a story about something that was written in the stars long ago. And even when you asked the gods to take it away from you, you found each other again despite everything. When an immortal becomes mortal because of love, that's when myths are born.

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[prologue]

"For a moment he thought he was daydreaming. He had to, because his eyes had never seen anything more beautiful. "

Part 1

"It was the sounds of joy at the victory that caught your attention and drew you to the place where you first saw General Marcus Acacius."

Part 2

"When General Acacius woke up, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen was sitting on his hips, with a face that had haunted his dreams for so long." (+18, smut, fluff)

Part 3

"Rome was dazzling. All the buildings, temples and roads, palaces and squares were full of its inhabitants. And Marcus, welcomed in this center of the world as equal to the gods. "

Part 4

"A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend." 

Part 5

You had never seen a place like this before. It was massive, raised above the rooftops, as if it was shouting to everyone "I will be here for eternity while you turn to dust".

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[toto-the-cactus]

Here is the crap I was creating. New Perturabo angst drop, so enjoy! Also, tagging those that helped me with the question I posted before so this thing could be written for ur entertainment. I hope you don't mind that I took your boy Maximus for this story, Throne. He deserves more stories and I wanted to include him here too uwu

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Summary: The memories of a Primarch who had lost more than his humanity.

Pairing: Implied Perturabo x Reader (female)

CW: Murder attempt, general chaos bullshit, implied child death but no actual death.

Music Box

The memory had been seared over his mind the same way fire does over skin. The place where he let his mind wander against his will to bring back the pain he had become so accustomed to.

The birth went with the expected complications that the Apothecary had warned when one took into account your baseline anatomy but by the Throne, you endured, you screamed and even dared to curse his name once or twice only to be rewarded by the shrill cry of the baby that you had been carrying for 7 months (your body had been unable to complete the 9 months. Too risky, too taxing).

If Perturabo had been a possessive menace when around you, suddenly becoming the father of a small little girl had made him worse.

He had been the one to choose the name Klionike. Such a sweet child, always well-mannered and soft spoken wherever she went but with quite a terrifying intelligence that made his chest swell with pride, already showing great skills as a diplomatic and strategist.

She had been the first one to be gifted a music box handcrafted by Perturabo himself, with a melody that the Primarch knew had been the lullabies you sang to her when she had been still inside the womb.

What had been the words she had told him back then?

It has become hard to properly acknowledge those small details nowadays.

Ah, right!

“It’s beautiful, father” she said with propriety, opening the box and letting the soft tune engulf the growing family. Back then you had already birthed his other two precious girls, Melitta and Charis, only to be heavily pregnant again that same year again. The Apothecary hadn’t been amused at all.

After that, the rest of his daughters had wanted music boxes too and he had been too indulgent to deny them. Melitta, sweet and shy, got hers a bit earlier and the tune had been one personally chosen by Calliphone at the time.

Charis on the other hand, with a unique fierceness paired with the temperament of her father, had wanted a Bolter without hesitation. Of course he had refused the request of his youngest, but offered to give her a beautiful sword only when she would be ready to wield it (you hadn’t been happy by that decision but it was hard to impose your will on a stubborn child of a Primarch). His precious child had pouted and huffed in annoyance at that and, in consequence, refused the music box out of misplaced pride since she didn’t want a ‘useless snooty toy’.

Perturabo remembers scolding her too harshly since said toys were crafted with his own hands and he wasn’t about to allow any of his children to insult him like that.

As the hardened and morose Primarch that he was, he had refused to apologize for screaming at his daughter. They needed to learn obedience.

That never changed the fact that Perturabo had felt a pang of… something sting at his hearts when he saw the tears on Charis' eyes.

Insolence wasn’t about to be tolerated even by his own blood.

‘I need another cogwheel for this part’ he thought idly while hunched over his workshop.

Nowadays it was hard to tie most of those memories with any discernible emotion.

Ah, yes… After Charis, you had birthed his first and only son.

Perturabo wonders what he had hated the most about his son; the ever present disappointment or simply because the boy had been a carbon copy of himself.

Maximus had been the source of more than one fight between him and you. The kid constantly clinging to your dress and too close to bawling each time the Primarch even dared to look at him.

“He’s still my baby! Please don’t do this, Perturabo!” you had begged him that time. The stress of having Maximus taken away from you now that he was old enough to become an astartes wasn’t doing any favors to your (once again) pregnant body. Never in his life the demigod had dared to lay a hand on you against any logic. He had always been brutal when needed but his own mind and body had defied him more than once regarding you when he had felt the edge of his temper arise.

You couldn’t do anything to stop him when he had grabbed roughly the arm of his son and took him away.

The silence that had followed lasted for days and it quickly turned into weeks.

Perturabo had been sure that you would eventually get over the matter, letting you be and regarding your cold anger as a mere temper tantrum that will eventually be left forgotten.

But then you moved your pillow and blanket inside Charis’ room. The Lord of Iron was starting to suspect that he had crossed a line that he had no way to back away from.

‘I need to cut the galvanized sheet to cover it’ he went on internally. Perturabo supposed that the isolation during that period had been a good thing, for it allowed him some introspection.

He couldn’t fault you for acting as a mother trying to protect and coddle her children. He would have been furious if that hadn’t been the case but you have always been a woman of infinite patience and kind by a fault. Being a loving parent was a role you had taken so naturally like a fish does to water.

The silent treatment lasted a whole year and, in consequence, he had missed the birth of his fifth child.

Another girl… and for what he had been informed by the Apothecary, there had been a complication with the umbilical cord and her underdeveloped second lungs. Little Timo’s welcome to the world had been a noose around her chubby neck and the obvious absence of her father.

You had refused to sleep and even more to let go of Timo; obsessively watching her breath to make sure that she was okay and safe between your arms in a weak attempt to protect her from the unforgiving universe.

That has been exactly how he had found you that day. Your tired and sore body curled around the baby and something inside Perturabo had felt horribly bitter when he saw you trying to curl even tighter when his presence was noticed.

“What do you want?” you asked with a hoarse voice and not looking him in the eyes. The Primarch was surprised at how long it had been since he had heard your voice and suddenly was reminded how lonely he had felt during the year.

“I will not apologize for sending Maximus away… he needs to grow and learn to fight” he doesn’t add more. Perturabo can see how you frown in both anger and concentration. Timo had almost died when she was just barely out of your womb and the comparison of losing a child to war felt just as terrible… but you suddenly understood that giving Maximus a chance to fight back in this hostile universe helped to sooth the hole his absence had left.

Doesn’t change that Perturabo hardly ever acknowledged anything noteworthy from his only son.

It took months to be able to sleep in the same bed and even longer for you to hold his hand when he finished any designs inside his workshop.

It wasn’t the normality you two were used to, but it was a start.

‘What happened after that?’ he wondered once again, a welding pen on his massive hand at the wait of closing one side of the box.

Oh… Horus Heresy.

That was when his most unpleasant memories started.

He had been so sure that following Horus was the right thing. He could finally be recognized by his talents and efforts and bring a better world for his children.

But things got out of control so horribly… Olympia… Calliphone. Perturabo had been already a strung up rope only needing a little push to snap completely. Then he arrived at his vessel only to find you and Kleonike carrying a few belongings in a hurry, your face pale and full of tears only to freeze in terror when you saw him at the door frame looking like a shadow of the man you loved.

He had looked like a monster into your eyes in those brief seconds and something possessive inside the Iron Lord snapped. You will not leave him.

He refused… and he was ready to force his will on you. It didn’t matter that you were carrying Timo in your arms and his precious girl was already crying by watching him. His hand was already close and looming over your head to snap your neck.

“Dad, stop! Please, stop!” Kleonike screamed with the most jarring cry, so out of character from her, that Perturabo was able to look down at what he had been ready to do.

Those seconds were all you needed to sprint in a run. Any belongings left behind and just brusquely taking your oldest daughter by the arm to escape without second thoughts. Kleonike may have been way taller than you, but even she knew that right now second guessing wasn’t an option.

The room was still the same despite all the millenia that had passed. He needed to keep it clean and ready for when you and his daughters would come back. Maximus too; he can forgive the boy for taking you all away from him since his son did it out of concern to protect his mother and sisters.

He may be a disappointment as a soldier but at least he did good as a son and brother.

“Done” Perturabo said without an ounce of emotion in his voice while admiring his handiwork. The carefully designed vines and flowers over the lid and corners of the box gave it a precious and beautiful presentation, but the real gem rested within the inside of the box itself.

With a slow movement, the Iron Lord lifted the lid and a soft tune immediately welcomed his ears.

So he closed his eyes… and tried to remember once again what it had been to have his family here.

“Happy birthday, Timo” he muttered absently. He wasn’t sure which would be the age of his youngest daughter now, but he kept creating the music boxes he had wished to give to all his girls every few decades.

One music box added to the thousands he still kept in a closet.

And so… Perturabo sat down back to his workshop.

Memories always came and went anyways.

There ya go! Hope yall liked it!

[paradiseofhorrordevot]

Menschen die sich neu kennen lernen, sollten sich nicht mehr danach fragen, welche Hobbies sie haben, sondern wie sie sich ernähren & schon ist alles so etwas von CrossDaBeat kristallglasklar. 💎

— Die Regen Königin

[paradiseofhorrordevot]

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[raynepigeon]

Hetalia i greveholm part 2!!!

I have been drawing for 4 hours straight. It was worth it.

I translated the ones with text into English, please enjoy!!

"Tjejtjusare" is SVT's polite way of calling someone a man whore :3(translates as 'girl charmer' but is used in children's media as a way to call someone a playboy or man whore(moth thought it was really funny and that's why I drew it.)).

Thank you @mothsocket, for helping make this AU and agreeing to watch the show with me, as well as being good company while drawing.

Thank you @shrimpspit21 for helping me with some translations and making sure my grammar and spelling was correct.

We could not really figure out who should be Melitta, Canada and America make a good duo and it would be weird to have it be Canada and Sealand or America and Sealand.

Australlia and New Zealand where the only options that would make some sense, I picked Australlia because he seamed more fun to draw.

Scotland got the role of Grandma, changing it from a grandma to a uncle Feels like it's not too big a diffrence.

Scotland was chosen because Wales and northern Ireland look too kind.

[variousqueerthings]

Should I watch spartacus? I've tried a few times but always lapse after a few eps bc the characters didn't really connect for me

listen, I don't usually rec spartacus to people, because it's - quite frankly - not for everyone. the language is crass, there's a ton of toxic masculinity, a whole bunch of graphic violence of (most) kinds, and it's got this super stylised environment building to it that can be hard for people to get used to

that being said I've seen it three times now and it makes me very emotional each time. so, if you're thinking of giving it another whirl, here's what I will say:

it definitely does take a little bit to get into the characters beyond the hur-dur big muscle men who all hate each other and make comments about who has the biggest dick (and like, this never totally goes away, but it's filtered through a different lens as the story goes along and the characters do start caring for one another) and here's more tits and undulating oiled women (I must stress though that everyone is oiled up and naked in this show, it's equality), but once you get into the meat of the story, I'd say rouuughly halfway-ish through s1, they really really start growing on you, like fungus. fungi -- especially crixus and agron (whom you may not have reached depending on where you stopped), I'd say for me especially crixus, who is always annoying to me for a fair bit in s1 and then you realise what sort of a character he is and where his arc is going and you're like ohhh ok. ok ok, got it, and there's a scene in the... second last episode of s1 I think where he is sobbing and unable to hold the woman he loves (naevia) as she's dragged away from him and they swear to see one another again... well, let's just say it made me feel things

the political drama of the show is *chefs kiss* it just builds and builds and builds across the whole show, with the second season being a prequel that adds context (it was made out of necessity -- the main actor was very sick, but it also adds to the story, both in terms of backstory and a new important character)

speaking of story -- some of my favourite pacing of all time! it sets up some premises and it continuously moves towards fulfilling those narrative arcs, it is a Very Satisfying Show Pacing-wise

some gay people in this show do die, because a lot of people on this show die (some very sad stuff happens to... well, everyone), but also this is a "the main gays are immortal" show, in which a beautiful m/m couple just fuckn. Cannot Die (they survive some stuff lemme tell you) and it was the first show I really saw that sentiment in

there are some very cool women in this show -- I think there should have been even more and it definitely is male-skewed, but the women on this show have their own really neat arcs and skill-sets, and it manages to not do the misstep of "the only women worth anything are the ones who aren't traditionally feminine/can fight and the rest are lesser," (with characters like diona, sybil, seppia and many minor characters mattering to the plot) while also giving us some gorgeous fighty-anger ladies (naevia, saxa), pragmatic leadership women (mira, laeta, gaia), a whole bunch who fit into difficult-to-categorise spaces (kore, aurelia, melitta) and ofc evil and scheme-y (lucretia, ilythia). I think for the most part the show is also very good at navigating ideas around power and womanhood, with characters like lucretia being both oppressor (owns slaves, can order crixus to have sex with her, is callus towards their humanity), while also at times suffering from lack of power, because she is only as worthwhile as who she is married to (same goes for ilythia and other roman women, and there's an interesting arc in s4 about how easily citizenship/personhood can be entirely stripped from you)

there's a very beautiful ethos beneath it all -- yes beneath all the hyper-violence and graphic sex and horrible dehumanisation (this is a show in which many of the main characters are slaves after all) it's got a strong core about protecting those who cannot protect themselves and it mourns the deaths of innocents (pietros, diona, aurelia, kore, etc)/isn't just about the Fighter Types, it's about fighting to overthrow systems even when it seems hopeless in order to build a better future, about loyalty, about community, about building cross-cultural bridges, about beautiful oiled up peo- wait hold on...

I think -- vs some other shows that I could mention - GoT - that's what's so strong about it. it has an arc, it has a point to it, and it like. wants to give its characters purpose, narratively

there's a couple of missteps, and I think part of that is the time the show was written in, but considering it's 2010 + its main actor died after s1 unfortunately it's miles ahead of many of its peers and most shows that came out in the 2010s that I'd argue tried to catch some of its rizz. flair. pizzazz

I think the right state of mind to go into it with is:

obvs ask yourself first if the sheer amount of sex and violence onscreen is a dealbreaker. you can also ask me what kind of violence if you want to prepare, because for me it was the not-knowing that was stressful the first time around, the next times I could step away during a few scenes that were too much for me, but on the whole was okay

we good on sex and violence? ok then, next step is: the language is gonna be super idiosyncratic. a mix of giving old (?) grammar (the word "the" no longer exists for the most part), kiwi accents (this was filmed in aotearoa/new zealand), names you're not used to hearing, and swearing in every sentence. let that seep into your bones, it becomes very fun after awhile (or it did for me)

give yourself a little shake and then go: "this is a Very Cool Show. not as a negative, it genuinely is Very Cool. other shows wish they were this Cool. it'll take half a second to immerse myself in just how Cool everything is, but once I'm used to it, it'll be awe-striking music, amazing stunt/fight-work in nearly every episode, beautiful -- and I mean beautiful -- character relationship arcs, and a vibe that's giving Mythological the whole way through," my friend it is unreal how Cool this show is, the pay-offs for its various setups make me punch the air when I get to them, every time, and by the final season you're screaming for the Roman Empire to fall beneath the heels of these beautiful oily people, while a majestic choir soars in the background

believe that the final episode of this show is gonna be so worth it -- not because it was a slog to get there, but because we're all so used to being let down in the final hour, but the ending of spartacus? chef's kiss. made me cry the last two times, which is why I'm putting it off this time.

in conclusion: this is not a show for everyone. it's definitely giving sexy boobs angry men at times. it is also a show with a quite similar set of ideas to things like black sails and sense8, which is what is so good about it. it's about how people matter and deserve humanity and it's very cathartic for me in this current day and age to watch these characters navigate the ideas of what a "revolution" looks like. it's a tragedy though, although there's joy along the way, and this is one of those stories where it was worth the trying no matter the cost

it's like. a good story. so many sexy bosom shots though (I mean, this may be the opposite of a deal-breaker now I write it out). but you've gotta gaze through the bosoms to see the plot. or something. yeah that makes sense

I've got a more detailed draft post of all my pros and cons of the show that I'll put out as well -- that was is full of spoilers that may be somewhat incomprehensible if one hasn't watched the show, but hey. it's out there

[noosphe-re]

Melittology (from Greek μέλιττα, melitta, "bee"; and -λογία -logia) is a branch of entomology concerning the scientific study of bees. It may also be called apiology or apicology. Melittology covers the species found in the clade Anthophila within the superfamily Apoidea, comprising more than 20,000 species, including bumblebees and honey bees.

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[semperintrepida]

A chapter in which Kyra makes plans to be seen and heard.

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The day the oaks on the hillsides begin to turn gold, the foreman overseeing construction declares that the villa's new roof could withstand a deluge from Poseidon himself. Though the walls inside have yet to be covered with plaster, I direct my household to move in. None of us will have to spend the rainy season in a tent.

I place my bedroll in a set of chambers overlooking the new courtyard, while Melitta and the rest of the staff spread their pallets and blankets throughout the villa's empty rooms. Situated around a central atrium are a handful of guest chambers, a receiving room and study, a library—once the carpenters build shelves in what used to be the andron—and a kitchen, dining hall, and pantry. And each one of those rooms will need to be furnished, outfitted according to its need, and decorated with wall hangings, vases, statues... More of my coin poured into the hands of merchants and artisans around the island.

Melitta is quick to crack jokes about the kyria who sleeps on the floor of her own house. But there's wisdom hidden in her jibes. For the sake of appearances, I hire a bedmaker first.

Several days later, my chambers smell of freshly sawn oak and I flop onto a mattress worthy of a palace, sighing with pleasure as I stretch across a vast, comfortable softness that's mine, all mine. Once I'm done furnishing this house, it'll rival any in the Silver Islands—

"My bed was bigger."

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 4] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  +18, smut, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way

A/N: part 4. I secretly hope you'll be gentle with me. I'm very curious about what your thoughts will be after this chapter. Please remember that I'd love to hear your comments and ideas. And especially when it comes to the ending of this part… I'll leave you alone now. I send you all my love.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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"She's not from here."

Marcus raised his eyes and followed his old friend's gaze. They could see your silhouette between the trees. It was a beautiful, sunny day and you and Melitta were spending it in the garden. 

The young girl had become your companion, although Marcus had often noticed the embarrassment and delight in her eyes almost simultaneously when she looked at you.

"No, she's not," he confirmed. "But would you believe me if I told you?"

Brutus smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "I'm old enough to believe anything." he said. "But please, Marcus. Don't tell me things you should keep to yourself. Here," he pointed to the General's broad chest. "Everything is safer here."

Brutus' gray eyes wandered back to the garden. He had known Marcus when he was a child, his father had been Brutus' friend, and after his death he had surrounded the young man with care. He had never seen a woman in his house before, and he certainly didn't know of any that Acacius would look at in such a way.

"You love her." He said.

He didn't have to ask. He was at an age where certain things were simply obvious to him. Like this.

"I do." Marcus sighed. "More than anything."

"That's good. You can't fight the whole world without someone close to you. But she's not from here. Is she free?"

Marcus's eyebrows drew together. "I didn't take her as a concubine or a slave. She's free, more than any of us."

"Her family?" he saw a shadow in Acacius's gaze. "I see. Don't explain it, Marcus. She shouldn't appear among people without a background. Let's think..."

A warm wind blew through the window, playing with the delicate curtains, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. Brutus took a sip of wine and cleared his throat.

"You should say that her parents died when she was still a child. It would be safest." he said, and Marcus fixed his gaze on him, listening carefully. "Later, some distant family member took care of her. It wasn't a significant family. You met and fell in love, simply. Don't mention her origins, don't pay attention to her. Some may gossip about you, but it will quickly die down."

"I'm not afraid of gossip, only of her safety." Acacius replied. "I am the General, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to ensure the safety of the one I love."

Brutus nodded his gray head in understanding. "The gods must be favorable to you if you found each other in this vast world. It's a good sign."

And he really hoped that his friend was right.

A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend. 

Antigonus, on the other hand, strived to ensure that all your requests, or at least those that General Acacius agreed to, were fulfilled. So although he sometimes grumbled something under his breath, he let you sit for hours in a room full of maps and writings, which you looked through, and then in the evenings you asked Marcus about them.

His duties to the Emperor and Rome didn't allow him to spend as much time with you as he would have liked, but the thought that he was coming back to you was something that kept him sane. 

Never before had this house been filled with such conversations and feelings. Never before had he felt as if he was hiding the most precious treasure. You.

"If you knew the true faces of the gods, your eyes would turn white." You said one evening, turning in the sheets. The glow of the candles danced on your bare back, and your hair was in a sweet mess. "All those carvings in the temples, the paintings - poof! - nonsense. None of you have seen the true wrath of Mars or Jupiter. You have not experienced the grace of Venus."

"So what lies next to me if not a gift from Venus?" Marcus asked, leaning down and placing a kiss somewhere between your shoulder blades. "Or Mars? I thought I was the favorite of the gods?"

"Sometimes you are too sure of yourself, General." You replied sarcastically, but you sighed quietly when his hand tightened on your buttock. "The gods have their favorites, but that doesn't mean they can't get bored with them."

"I don't care." His hands grabbed your hips and quickly turned you around, your laughter filling the darkened chamber. "As long as I have you in my hands, I am not afraid of the wrath of the gods. You are my redemption."

A hand tenderly stroked his cheek, fingers slipping into the curly hair among which you could see silver threads. "Don't treat me like one of them, my beloved... I'm not worthy of this."

The brown eyes that were staring at you, however, said something else. Adoration and delight radiated from his insides.

"To me, you are above them all." he replied, spreading your thighs with his hand and placing himself between them. "I want to adore you every day. Praise the day when my eyes saw you for the first time. Fight for you, conquer for you, live for you."

"Marcus..."

His hard cock slid into you without a problem, all the way to the base. Still slippery, full of his seed. You had made love just a moment earlier, like almost every night. Almost, because you also appreciated those moments when you could just fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling the closeness of your bodies, feeling the steady beating of your hearts.

"I will adore and worship you." his voice was low, he whispered to you as if he was praying "Your body is a temple, your sweet moans are songs of praise..." you sighed feeling him move inside you, you tightened your fingers on his strong shoulders "I was a mere mortal when your grace fell upon me. You were the one who decided to stay with me, now I will give you all of myself."

Hot lips kissed your neck as Marcus thrust into you with increasing force. You already knew perfectly well his endless hunger for you, so you gave him what he needed.

Acacius was a generous lover. He gave you pleasure in every way he knew, and you fell apart in his hands, intoxicated by this feeling. 

You never thought before that bodies could fit together so well, complement each other so much and give each other small deaths, while feeling that they were more alive than ever before.

"I love you..." his hot whisper reached your ears, you wrapped your arms around his neck, slid your hands into his soft hair "More than life, more than anything I know."

He hit exactly that spot, you couldn't say a word, catching your breath. His hot, sweaty body was pressing down on you lightly, but it didn't matter. Soon the pleasure spread through your body, all your senses and heart froze. 

Marcus felt your delicate walls squeeze his cock, but he didn't stop. His prayers had to be finished. He lifted himself on his shoulders, eyes swept over your sweaty cleavage and breasts, wandering to the place where you were connected. He disappeared inside you a few more times, and then a deep moan escaped his throat as his seed spurted into you, filling you up again.

Tender hands touched his face again, pulling him into a kiss. Soft lips that he never wanted to leave, arms that were supposed to embrace him forever. The woman who was supposed to love him for eternity.

When Marcus told you that morning that you could go out with him and see Rome, your eyes widened with delight. You had been begging him to let you see the city for a long time, although you understood perfectly well why he refused to do so. Every decision had to be thought out, every move planned.

"We'll visit Brutus, it's nothing interesting." he said, but the smile didn't leave his lips when he saw the glint in your eyes.

Melitta had been trying to help you dress for several minutes, but you were so excited that you couldn't stand still.

"My lady." she sighed. "The sun will set before you cross the threshold. Please..."

"I know, I know..." you repeated once again "It's just so, so exciting."

"Rome is beautiful." Melitta draped the material over your shoulder "You'll like it. Although I prefer forests and meadows... Bathed in the morning light, with the grass still covered in dew."

You tightened your fingers lightly on her arm. "I'll take you there, I promise." you said quietly "Soon."

The door creaked and you both jumped as General Acacius appeared before you. Even though he wasn't wearing armor, he still looked dignified. He smiled at the sight of you and nodded towards Melitta.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, my lord." she said curtsying.

"You did well." he praised her "You look wonderful, my love. I have something for you."

He took your hand and carefully slid a gold ring with an emerald stone onto your finger. He pressed his lips to your knuckles.

"It's for your safety." He explained seeing your questioning look. "Anyone who sees this ring will know who you..."

"...belong to." You finished for him.

He kissed your hand again and covered it with his. He wanted to avoid saying those words, but at the same time he wanted them. He wanted to know that you were only his.

Your eyes darted from one face to another, from one fruit stand to the beautifully dressed people you saw leaving the building. Conversations, laughter, the sound of horses' hooves, children running around. You had never been in a place like this before.

Marcus was close to you the whole time, observing your every move and gesture, noticing every smile and delight in your eyes. For a moment he regretted that he didn't see it all the same way you did. 

Years of fighting wars, talking to politicians, worrying about the fate of the country, had made him feel tired and numb. To everything, except you.

"Thank you, beautiful lady! May the gods bless you!" a hoarse voice rang out behind him.

It was only then that he noticed that you had escaped his eyes. Something or someone caught your attention. An older man, in a tattered robe, who was sitting against the wall begging for alms. The closer to the gladiator fights, the more of them appeared in the city, of all ages, sexes, and in various states of health.

Something flashed in the man's dirty hand and Acacius realized that you had given him one of your rings. Not the one he had given you that morning, some other one. He felt a warm surge of affection for you, because he had already forgotten what or who you were before, that you thought differently than those he knew.

A strong hand gently grabbed your arm. "We should go."

You nodded and obediently followed Marcus.

"The Emperor expects your presence during the fights. You should be there." Brutus sat comfortably on a bench under a spreading tree and nodded to the young girl who handed him wine. "There will be no better opportunity for her to go there with you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marcus replied. "The Emperor, these people..."

"You can't keep her at home forever, Marcus!" the man snorted "I know you want her safety, but someone will notice her soon. Besides, I heard that a few people would be interested in you finally getting married."

Acacius frowned and snorted at the very statement. This topic always appeared when he returned to Rome, that's why he preferred barracks and battlefields, soldiers didn't care about marital status. 

Besides, marriage for people of his position was rarely connected with deeper feelings. It was about the arrangement, about position, about wealth, about creating a strong family.

Somewhere nearby he heard a familiar quiet laugh and noticed you with Aurelia, Brutus' wife, who was showing you around their house. His friend noticed how the General's face brightened at the sight of you.

"It gives me great joy to see you like this." he said warmly "I don't know what spell this girl has cast on you, but the gods are kind to you, since they allowed your paths to cross."

"I will be grateful to them for the rest of my life." Marcus said. "I feel like I knew her before my eyes first met her."

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know... Maybe it was just a dream." He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of sweet wine. "So be it. She will accompany me there." Brutus patted him on the shoulder happily. "You're right. There will be no better time, and I don't want to risk it."

"We will be there too. But warn her, Marcus. A viper's nest is a terrible place for beautiful creatures like her."

Acacius nodded. A strange fear filled his heart, but when he heard your footsteps, when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, it all flew away with the wind.

Something strange woke you up at night. For a moment you tried to understand what it was. Marcus was sleeping quietly next to you, his arm around your waist, his body as hot as the sun close to yours. 

You felt it again. The scent that woke you up, so familiar.

Sage and other herbs, burning somewhere outside the window, in a garden immersed in darkness. You quietly and carefully got out of bed and threw thin robes over your naked body. The window was open and the gentle wind must have unconsciously brought the delicate smoke into the room.

You strained your eyes to see in the darkness the person who was not only burning herbs, but also... 

Yes, you knew the words to this prayer. You had heard it several times in one of the temples, but not in the temple dedicated to Minerva. These were words addressed to Venus, and they were whispered quietly by someone you knew so well. 

A prayer filled with regret, interwoven with quiet sobbing…

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[paradiseofhorrordevot]

Until All Are Free = Cages Are Not Accepted

[quillweaves]

Some of my Veilguard characters planned so far!

Melitta, Shadow Dragons, dwarf, rogue, duelist, romancing Neve

“Everyone be fucking polite! Neve is here! … Good evening Ms Gallus, you’re looking beautiful tonight”

Flora, Mourn Watch, human, mage, death caller, romancing Lucanis

Exceedingly competent at her magical studies, completely out of her depth with… the rest of the world

Sybilla, Grey Warden, human, warrior, champion, romancing Emmrich

‘Duty, I’m going to die soon, more duty, wait why am I getting butterflies wait NO-’

Issaare, Antivan Crows, qunari, rogue, saboteur, romancing Bellara

‘Babe please stop making me infodump about my traps and devices, I’m trying to keep up my intimidating presence’

[paradiseofhorrordevot]

www.instagram.com/more_melitta/

The opportunity wants to be used. Go for a walk on an untraveled road, into the world's forest. (...)

Die Gelegenheit will benutzt werden. Spazieren gehen auf einer unbefahrenen Straße, hinein in den Welten Wald. (...)

#MyNeverlandMyWorldsForest #MeinNeverlandMeinWeltenWald #TheOpportunity #DieGelegenheit #UseMe #BenutzMich #TheRainQueen #DieRegenKönigin #TheMermaidSoldier #DieMeerjungfrauSoldatin #TheMoosPrincess #DieMoosPrinzessin #MoreMelitta #Afternoon #Nachmittag #NotFunny #NichtWitzig #MiddlefingerHeaven #MittelfingerHimmel #Falling #Maulen #StuntWomen #StuntFrauen #Vegan #GoVegan #GoVeganDiggahIfNotNowWhenThen #VeganDiggahWennNichtJetztWannDann #NeverTooLateNeverTooOld #NiemalsZuSpätNiemalsZuAlt #EthicalLifestyle

[simsofsanmyshunoandmore]

They met in college; Bernard and Melitta. Despite learning different crafts, science and arts, the couple hit it off after being hooked up by Melitta’s late friend, Rachel.

Their relationship didn’t start smoothly. Melitta came from a traditional and conservative family up in Newcrest who prayed that she’d only get into a relationship once she finished college. Hence, having been introduced to a boy for the first time was new territory for the Murphys. Bernard was met with smiles and giggles but behind the closed door after dinner, Melitta was sat down and received the scolding of her life. For years and years, Melitta was a very obedient little girl with whom her mother relied on for support in every aspect of their lives. Melitta being associated with a man meant a whole new object for her attention… and affection. Her mother feared this, and that fear evolved to a convoluted anger mixed with disappointment and control.

Fortunately for Melitta, Britechester dorms offered a taste of freedom and rebellion. Sure, she still wore the ruffled skirts and buttoned-up blouses but slowly she waded into the lake of possibilities. Bernard wasn’t a bad man, either way. He was as goal oriented as Melitta was. He studied hard, earned his professors’ recognition and took an oath to be a steward of nature. He studied Biology that aligned with his passion for marine life. He was a man of passion, intellect and perseverance, so he didn’t lead Melitta too astray from the life she used to live. But with him, Melitta learned the flavor of romance, the feeling of grass on her back, the colors of the night sky that lay flat underneath the narratives of stars. She learned how spend a few more dollars for a strawberry gelato she deserved after finishing a quiz. She realized that she could sneak past her bedtime and make out by the garden with the man of her dreams. Bernard changed Melitta for several things, but Melitta acknowledged that some things needed to be free to see a whole new world beyond her fingertips.

Slowly, Melitta’s parents warmed up to Bernard. As they saw more of the man, they saw more of Melitta’s smiles and laughter as if she was a ten-year old again. They would invite him to Thanksgiving, to Winterfest, even on Christmas. Bernard proved to be a loving partner without even trying. He just did what his heart pushed him to and eventually, Melitta’s family saw through their own disappointment; that even they were changed to some degree. Melitta felt accomplished. Sitting through the Christmas dinner with her mother talking to Bernard as if they were old friends brought her joy that culminated into a bright and wide smile on her lips. Bernard, in his dark and lustrous hair, blended with their family as if he was a Murphy as well, which he became a few years later.

Melitta and Bernard’s wedding was one of the biggest weddings Newcrest had ever witnessed. Her mother’s influence, as one of the prominent awardees of the queen’s recognition invited a lot of guests that celebrated their marriage. This huge success followed them through married life as Bernard became a more active and successful marine conservationist who takes care of the pristine waters of Sulani. He was noted to be a “Dolphins’ Prince Charming” as his dedication to marine life earned him even the trust of dolphins who inhabited the Sulani beaches. Melitta, on the other hand, loved watching her husband dominate the waves by the shore. With Bernard’s stature, Melitta lived comfortably in their own mansion at Evergreen Harbor, making her own strides to rejuvenate the neighborhood to be a bustling haven for makers and artists.

There are stories of romance that love itself tells the narrative. It is as if the universe knew a single red thread distinctly and decided to pull this to the center, allowing two people to meet and realize their destiny at the palm of their hands, holding together as they walked through time. Because of love, Melitta didn’t know what possibilities could bring her and neither did she fully trust herself with her decisions. Despite being riddled with guilt, she knew one thing for sure: that she has faith in Bernard and that was all it took for her to leap through the uncertainty and let her man pull her out of the comfort zone she has always known. Because of love, she is now looking at the horizon, watching the sunset illuminate her prince who swims back at her with the dolphins, as he always does.