#Roman inspo

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

Royal Collection Trust | Philip Rundell, Shield of Achilles, 1821, Silver gilt, 90 1/2 × 90 1/2 × 10 in | 229.9 × 229.9 × 25.4 cm. Supplied to George IV by Rundell, Bridge and Rundell, 1821.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Greco-Roman Deities

Zeus: The Father. Like Odin, a God of Thunder and King of all the Gods; his kingdom, the sky itself. Dispenser of justice, his word is law. (Roman counterpart: Jupiter)

Hera: The Mother. Consort of Zeus, Queen of the Gods, personification of the maternal aspect, ruler of marriage and motherhood. (Juno)

Poseidon: The mighty God that rules over the sea. Also has dominion over horses and earthquakes. (Neptune)

Ares: Not to be confused with Aries, Ares is the God of War and bloodshed. The two are sometimes confused, though, especially since Mars, the planet of war, rules the astrological sign of Aries. (Mars)

Hermes: The Messenger of the Gods, whose distinctive attribute is his winged sandals and the Caduceus he holds. Scribe and recorder to the Gods. (Mercury)

Hephaestus: Ruler over fire and forges, Hephaestus is the blacksmith of the Gods, making magically empowered weapons. (Vulcan)

Aphrodite: Goddess of Beauty, love, and sexual desire. (Venus)

Athena: Goddess of Wisdom, often accompanied by an owl as a sign of her sagacity and access to occluded information. (Minerva)

Apollo: The glorious Sun God, governor of light, music, poetry, and beauty.

Artemis: Goddess of the Hunt, often depicted with a quiver of arrows and a bow. Artemis is also the Moon Goddess and the Goddess of Virgins.

Demeter: Goddess of the Harvest, agriculture, and fertility. (Ceres)

Hestia: Goddess of the Home and the hearth. (Vesta)

NOTES

The Romans adopted many of these Greek Gods and their qualities, adding them to their own deities to form a Greco-Roman pantheon. In addition to the above-mentioned, here are more Roman counterparts:

Hades — Pluto; Persephone — Proserpina; Dionysus — Bacchus; Eros — Cupid; Chronos — Saturn; Coelus — Uranus

Mount Olympus, in Greece, is a sacred mountain archetype.

It is the home to the mighty beings that are called, collectively the Olympians or the Dodekatheon (twelve gods).

Twelve is, of course, a sacred number belonging not only to the number of solar months in a year but is also the number of fulfillment.

Although there were more than twelve beings that lived on top of the mountain, the twelve principal ones are mentioned above.

The family relationships of these Gods are labyrinthine:

Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, Demeter, Hestia, and Hades were all siblings.

Hades, as God of the Underworld, does not figure among the Olympians although he is of course a key God; his realm is the world of the dead that lies in the nether regions, not on top of a mountain.

Persephone, too, spends some of her time with the other Gods but also belongs to the Underworld where she spends four months of the year.

Hermes, Hephaestus, Artemis, Apollo, and Ares are children of Zeus by various mothers.

Athena was born from the forehead of her father Zeus.

Aphrodite was born from the castrated phallus of the sky that existed prior to the Creation.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[mauveastrum]

Classics student’s guide to romanticising november

While I personally love november, I understand why some people can’t really always appreciate it; especially where I live, it gets real gray around this time, when autumn still lingers and Christmas and winter are quite not here yet. A liminal space. Here are some little tips, habits, things from wellness to whatever that I like to enjoy in november when I’m not cooped up in the library battling with the attic verb system. :)

Coffee to wake you up in the morning, maybe another one at lunch if your short nights sleep is still lingering; different teas throughout the day to keep you warm from the inside as the weather gets chillier each passing day

a bowl of (warm) porridge with your favorite toppings in the morning, either prepared at home or ordered at a cafe with your friend

Dark red nails, preferably long, preferably with small metallic accents (I prefer gold and bronze, silver works very well too)

Seasonal fruits and vegetables; pomegranates! Persephone’s journey to Hades has once again taken place.

Adding a little bit of darkness to your eyes, it’s your pick whether that’s with kayal, smudged eyeliner, eyeshadow or just a gracious layer of mascara; but remember to not rub your eyes when you stayed too late at the library translating Catullus’ latin poetry! Alternatively, just rock those dark underyes baby

November is the month of poets, artists, thinkers, lovers and wanderers, you know what they say. Write, draw, think, love, wander! I keep a diary where I try to write everyday. Try to find small pleasures in the mundane and write them down. Beauty is omnipresent. I also have been trying to sketch more when I don’t have the energy nor the time to complete complex illustrations and paintings. Small but meaningful.

Pretty candles, scented or unscented, perhaps each one lit as an honoring to a god, goddess, daimon or your lares; in the colder months I like to light a candle in honor of Vesta/Hestia and ask her to keep my apartment warm

Preparing for winter by slowly switching to more thicker and moisturizing skin- and haircare products. Do this as you run out of one product, don’t give in to overconsumption, be mindful with what you buy and what you put on your skin and hair

Remember to move your body. Whether this is walking, running, stretching, strength-training, pilates… the options are endless and the choice is yours! Even little movement can help you fight that seasonal depression.

Big scarves, long jackets, leather gloves. Gives you an aura of mystery and keeps you protected from the weather

These are just some of my favorite things at this time. If you read through all of this I’d really love to hear if you have your own sacred little rituals around this time of the year. Thank you for being here, remember to be kind to yourself and others, and speak up for those whose voices are being silenced. Go make your novembers mythical🖤

Valete,

Mauve

[fricc-darn]

Beloved, Mother Luna!

In my head, I don't see Luna with a form, just as a disembodied voice. That, or the moon from Majora's Mask. My headcanon is that in the arg, Luna is a fabrication for the most part. However, there are certainly some spiritual elements surrounding her.

If Luna did exist, she would be a morally gray/slightly malevolent goddess. As the true intentions of the Moon Children Cult are inherently cruel and exploitative, Luna's behavior would reflect that. Her ill will is masked by "good intentions". Followers should be like family and act in her stead. Peace and love, all that jazz.

I do think she cares about her "angels", to an extent. When she is not corrupted by negative energy that is. She speaks like the Moon in the game, using apocalyptic, short, and vague messages. Similarly to the moon in MM, Luna cries moon tears!

[msbigredmachine]

All these photos and videos of my Tribal Chief walking around all oiled up, abs out…

But who rubbed the baby oil on him? 🤔

[sagealexander]

Fucking Young! July 2024 / Roman Stubrin

Photo: Lucas Ricci

https://www.instagram.com/_lucasricci_/

https://models.com/people/lucas-ricci

[thisismeracing]

my new roman empire

[studywurfavwasian]

went to a starbies to work on my essay with a. few friends (don’t mind how bad it is — it’s my “shit draft!”), and then did some more work on the go.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[spoofy-drawings]

Roman: Logan, I heard you in the kitchen last night, what were you doing up so late?

Logan: Oh my apologies I didn’t see you at any of the quarterly meetings. How much did you invest?

Roman: What?

Logan: Oh, I was just asking since it seems you’re all in my business, Roman-

[scribensmulier]

Such Nights as This

pairing: roddy piper x f!reader

word count: 1759

warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, use of sex toys, daddy kink

the title is from the Roman poet Propertius describing his beloved: "while I live I am hers, hers will I be in death. But if she grants till then such nights as this to me, a single year would be a long life's span; and if she gives them often, I would never die: one night like this could make a man a god!"

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When your phone rang, you didn’t hesitate for a second to answer it, knowing it would be Roddy. “Well, hello there.”

“Hey gorgeous.” His already-raspy voice was hoarse after a lengthy promo that night, and the sound swirled through your body. “How you doing tonight?”

You laid back on the bed to relax while talking. He had only been gone two days, but ever since you had moved in together and had gotten used to always having him around, his absences were all the more frustrating. The two of you caught up on everything that had happened since your last conversation (just last night), your work day and his show a couple hours earlier. 

“Babe, listen,” Roddy began, his voice deepening a touch. “I really miss you, you know that?”

“I know. I miss you a lot too. It won’t be much longer, though. It’s a short trip.”

“Yeah yeah. You know, I actually got my own room this time.”

“Yeah? That’s awesome. You don’t have to deal with anyone throwing pillows at you when you snore!”

“Ha ha, funny. But I can also do what I want. All by myself. As much as I want…”

“Roddy, you slut,” you jokingly chastised him. “With all that freedom I’m surprised you’re wasting your time talking to me.”

He lightly chuckled before continuing. “Listen, I want you to do something for me. It’s not what you think.” You paused, knowing he had more to say. “I mean, it kind of is what you think, but something else first.”

“Just tell me what it is, babe.” You couldn’t help smiling to yourself in anticipation.

“The dresser in our room. Go take a look in the bottom drawer, under the sweaters.”

What the hell did he have planned? Why did he want you to dig through a drawer? You sighed dramatically as you got up. “What am I looking for?”

“You’ll know when you see it. Trust me.” And he was right. Exactly where he had said, under the sweaters, was a small box, about half the size of a shoebox, with your name written on it in his scrawl. 

“Roddy… what is this?”

“Just open it, baby.” 

You did as instructed, and a small chuckle escaped your lips. You hadn’t known what you expected to find in the box, but in hindsight you probably should’ve expected the sex toy that now rested in your hands. “Jesus, Roddy, you got me a vibrator? And hid it from me?”

He scoffed. “Like I don’t know about your other one. This one’s for us.”

“For us? So you want me to use it on you?”

“Eh, let’s think about that some other time. Right now I want you to use it on yourself. I made sure it’s already charged.”

“Right now? Should… should I hang up?”

“Don’t ask silly questions, baby. I want to hear every little whimper you make once you turn that thing on. I’m already rock hard thinkin about it.” 

You let out a shaky breath and blinked quickly to clear your mind. Some tiny part of your brain felt nervous about the idea of using a sex toy while someone else was listening, even if that someone else was the love of your life. But some greater part of your brain smothered that thought, because you really really wanted to do this. “Alright. Do you have a specific plan for me?”

“Hmm… well you definitely should take all your clothes off. Not just your pants; everything.” As he spoke, you did what he instructed, setting the phone on speaker mode so you’d have both hands free. “Make sure you pile up the pillows and get yourself all nice and comfy.”

“What about you? Are you all nice and comfy too?”

“Of course. I’ve had my dick in my hand this whole time, just thinking about you all naked for me. Play with your nipples, pinch them a little. Do that little thing I do that you like so much.”

You knew what he meant, and you closed your eyes to imagine it was Roddy working you over instead of your own hands. As he continued his directions, you found it increasingly difficult to resist grabbing the vibrator, but you knew that the wait would be worth it. Even being in a different city, he had you obeying his every word, completely wrapped around his finger. Exactly the way you liked it.

“Alright, princess, how about you spread those gorgeous thighs for me? Don’t do anything yet, just spread ‘em. Good girl. Now just slide one finger in, and tell me how wet you are.”

“Mmm... so wet.”

“Yeah? Good. Taste yourself for me. Lick yourself off that finger and tell me how you taste.”

You moaned as you followed his command. “Tastes so good, Roddy. I wish you were here to taste it for yourself.”

Through the speaker you heard him sharply inhale. “Fuck, me too. When I get back I’m gonna make up for all this lost time. You got your special new toy ready?”

“Mmhmm.” You didn’t trust your voice; you were too caught up in the moment to be coherent.

“Good girl. Now you can turn it on, just to the first setting.” A low buzzing sound filled the room. “Nice, baby, that’s it. Go ahead and put it on that pretty pussy. Right around your clit.” 

“Oh fuck.” The words were out before you realized it. For such an average-sized toy, it certainly had some power to it. This is just the first setting? you thought to yourself. 

Roddy’s breathing sounded shaky already. “Don’t cum without me, babe,” you admonished him. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I just… you sound so good, my beautiful girl. I can picture you lying there on our bed, all soaking wet for me, playing with your clit and pretending it’s me. I know you look so fucking hot like that, baby.”

His words made you whimper. The vibrator felt great, but nothing felt as right as Roddy. “You still touching yourself?” you asked, suspecting you knew the answer already.

“Had to take a break.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Hearing my girl had me almost ready to cum all over myself. Keep going - move it around, see how it feels on every part of your pussy, tell me about it.”

One hand was still on your breast, and you kept it there while you slowly traced the vibrator along your folds, pausing to press it to your entrance. The tease of penetration combined with the vibrating silicone drew a deep moan from you as your words failed.

“Oh I like that sound. You put it in a little bit, didn’t you?” You wordlessly agreed. “Good girl. Why don’t you work it in a little more? I bet that vibration feels so good inside you.”

All sorts of salacious utterances spilled from your lips as you slid the toy into your dripping pussy, feeling every sensation that it offered you. “Babe… please…” 

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” 

Truthfully, you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. “I just need you, baby, I need you to fuck me.” 

“I will soon, as soon as I can. You know that. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Click the little button on that toy. Put it up to the next level.”

Although you weren’t thrusting or really moving it at all, the added intensity set you on edge. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m so… oh my god it feels so good.”

“Good, I like hearing that.” You could tell from his quavering tone that he had taken himself in hand again, softly groaning as he spoke. “Take the vibrator out.”

You nearly froze in surprise. “What? Why?”

“Just do it.” You did. “Here’s what you’re going to do now. You’re going to use it on your clit, drive yourself insane, okay baby? And you’re gonna use your fingers inside to make yourself feel even better. Start with two fingers. Can you do that for me?”

Your own voice trembled as you responded. “Yes, daddy.” 

Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that. It had slipped out two or three times before, and you knew he was into it, but it still felt like a new and unfamiliar step. 

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it again.”

This time you spoke with more confidence. “Yes, daddy.” 

“God, you better be fucking yourself right now, because I’m not gonna make it much longer, hearing that. You doing what I said?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good girl. Three fingers now, okay? Three fingers for daddy.”

There were no words to describe the moan you uttered when he said that. You quickly obeyed, easily sliding a third finger into your drenched hole. With your free hand, you positioned the vibrator directly on your clit, letting it send shivering currents through your overly sensitive body. 

“You sound so sexy, baby. I’m getting so close.” You noted the changes in his breath, and knew he wasn’t exaggerating. “Get yourself there for me, I want you to cum with me.” 

“I’m… fuck I’m so close. Please.” You were all but panting into the speaker at this point, desperate for release but wanting to time it perfectly with him.

“Good girl. Make yourself cum, baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.” He was barely able to pronounce the final word, he was so close to the precipice.

Hearing Roddy call himself daddy once more was all you needed. You cried out all manner of unholy things as an intense orgasm slammed into you. “Oh fuck daddy, I’m coming for you, fuck-”

A hoarse groan on the other end of the phone let you know that he too had reached his peak. “That’s it, baby, I’m coming for you too. I’m… fuck yeah… oh my god…”

For the next moment, the only sounds were laborious breathing and weak whimpers as you both rode out the waves of pleasure, thinking only of each other. You blindly reached out for the vibrator you had dropped in the heat of the moment, making sure to switch it off.

“I fucking love you so much, baby,” Roddy breathed into the phone. “I really do.”

“I love you too.” 

He laughed suddenly. “Best purchase ever. It felt good?”

“So fucking good,” you answered honestly, then paused. “I still miss you, though. I wish you were here.”

“Me too, baby. I’ll be back soon, though, yeah? And you can show me all your tricks with your new toy.” 

[angeloflife]

rentry inspo (＊о＊)

url is /halloweenromantemp please keep the credit

[velnat004]

found the perfect face claim for my inky AAAAAAAGH

the brows the eyes the messy hair UGHHHHH so roman trevelyan coded.

[idkwhattosay123456789]

okay my new motivation for losing weight is baggy jeans

bc I am actually OBSESSED with when people wear baggy jeans and still have a massive gap between their legs

like oh my god I’ve never wanted anything as much as that it just looks so good 😭😭

[heavensoared]

VISSAI'S CAPITAL: DRACONIS REACH / DRAKEREACH

Drakereach,  the  indomitable  heart  of  the  mountain  kingdom,  stands  as  a  testament  to  the  resilience  and  might  of  its  people.  Carved  into  the  very  bones  of  the  towering  peaks,  the  city  clings  to  the  mountainside  in  tiered  levels  of  stone  and  marble,  its  architecture  a  striking  fusion  of  raw  natural  power  and  refined  craftsmanship.  Winding  roads  and  grand  staircases  snake  down  the  slopes,  connecting  each  level  like  veins  through  a  great  and  ancient  beast.

At  the  summit,  reigning  over  all,  is  Regia  Ignis,  the  castle  of  fire  and  stone.  It  is  a  marvel  of  engineering,  its  fortified  walls  merging  seamlessly  with  the  mountain  itself,  as  if  the  land  itself  had  willed  its  creation. Grand  colonnades,  pillared  halls,  and  sprawling  terraces  evoke  an  air  of  timeless  authority,  their  surfaces  etched  with  reliefs  of  past  triumphs  and  celestial  omens.  The  courtyard  is  vast,  a  space  designed  not  for  mere  ceremony  but  necessity,  as  dragons  descend  from  the  heavens  to  land  in  the  royal  aerie.

The  banners  of  Regia  Ignis,  proudly  displayed  from  the  high  ramparts  of  the  castle,  are  a  striking  sight  against  the  rugged  mountain  backdrop.  Rich  crimson  and  deep  gold,  the  colors  of  Vissai,  dominate  the  heavy  fabric,  their  hues  catching  the  sunlight  like  fire  against  the  stone.  At  the  heart  of  each  banner  lies  the  kingdom’s  insignia—majestic  and  fearsome,  wings  outstretched  as  if  poised  to  take  flight.  Encircling  the  mighty  beast,  embroidered  in  thread  of  gleaming  gold,  are  the  sacred  house  words:  "On  Wings  of  Valor,  We  Rise."  The  phrase  forms  an  unbroken  ring  around  the  dragon,  symbolizing  the  eternal  cycle  of  strength,  honor,  and  ascension  that  defines  the  kingdom  and  its  people.

Below,  Drakereach  thrives  in  the  shadow  of  its  keep.  Homes  and  markets,  smithies  and  temples,  all  built  from  dark  mountain  stone  and  adorned  with  golden  accents,  spiral  downward  in  structured  layers.  The  wealth  of  the  mountain  runs  through  the  city’s  veins—gold  glimmers  in  the  filigree  of  doors,  in  the  domed  rooftops  of  important  buildings,  and  in  the  sacred  braziers  that  burn  endlessly  in  honor  of  the  dragons.  Public  forums  hum  with  the  voices  of  orators  and  merchants,  their  words  carrying  through  arched  courtyards  where  statues  of  past  rulers  stand  watch. Open-air forums and grand bathhouses, fed by natural hot springs, serve as gathering places where politics and commerce intertwine.

Drakereach  is  a  city  of  extremes—bitterly  cold  in  the  winters  when  the  winds  howl  through  the  peaks,  and  scorching  in  the  summers  when  the  sun  bakes  the  stone.  Yet  its  people,  like  the  mountain,  endure.  The  streets  are  lined  with  statues  of  past  dragonriders,  their  forms  frozen  in  time,  inspiring  those  who  dare  to  dream  of  taking  to  the  skies.  Outsiders  who  seek  the  honor  of  dragonriding  must  first  endure  the  city’s  trials:  the  thin  air,  the  unforgiving  terrain,  and  the  ever-watchful  eyes  of  those  who  guard  their  sacred  traditions.

At  night,  the  city  glows  like  a  constellation  of  ember-lit  windows,  a  golden  beacon  against  the  dark  peaks.  And  above  it  all,  Regia  Ignis  stands  eternal,  watching  over  its  people  like  a  slumbering  dragon  waiting  to  wake.

BONUS: AN OLD MAP OF DRACONIS REACH

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I @ you the whole playlist

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