#Roman warfare
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cod-dump · 8 months ago
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Shadow 10: Are the Ghost and Captain Price related?
Soap: … why?
Shadow 10: They both have excellent asses so I’m wondering if it’s genetic
Soap:
Soap: Please, why would you do that to me? I'm going to have to stare at Price's ass now
Shadow 10: You're welcome, it's a nice ass
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deathblossomm · 9 months ago
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he was so insane for this
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clarged · 1 month ago
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daordinarylinchen · 4 months ago
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2 baddies🫦🫦
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certifiedcodbabygirl · 7 months ago
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To Whisper Your Name pt.1
Konig x Reader Roman Goddess AU
Warnings: Violence ( minor character deaths), Roman deity inaccuracies, history inaccuracies, talks of SA 
Reader is loosely based on the Roman Goddess Felicitas (Goddess of good fortune and luck)
It is not rare for minor gods/ goddesses to go unthought of. Some rise to fame as others are forgotten. Not many remember the deities of flowers, trees, or other smaller things. They remember Jupiter, Neptune, Venus. The greats, the Gods. Smaller gods go about their lives enjoying the few who do remember them. The small alters the mortals create for them, adorned with what is associated with said deity. They get offerings, praise, songs sung in their name.
Others are forgotten. Some deities share common rulings and the more famous deity gets the praise. They get the offerings, the songs, the alters. They get the memories. The smaller deity is left to watch humanity progress, knowing they are nothing to them but a passing face. Some grow depressed, heartbroken to be forgotten. Some grow mad, killing those who pray to the more famous deity. Most are unhappy or indifferent. They are too out of touch with humanity, differences between God and mortals being too many to connect with one another. 
Despite all, you connect. The goddess of good fortune and luck, or as I should say, the small goddess of good fortune and luck. Throughout time, as you were forgotten and Fortuna rose to fame, you assimilated with the mortals. The fascination overtaking the grief pushed you to live among them. You aren’t well known among your village, just a simple face that passes by occasionally. Your home resides along the lake, a small and hidden house, property of an old man you met years before. You became like family to him, knowing who you are, he did his research. He offered you home, community, he offered you the human experience. 
It was a quiet life, predictable, quaint. You go to the fishing grounds, bless the unsuspecting fishermen. You do the same to the cloth weavers, the doctors, the children playing. None may know, but fortune is on their side. It was a simple existence, a comfortable one. 
A change happened at nightfall. Taking a late night walk was common, having no need for sleep. You’d walk a few miles, stay in a tree, maybe take a swim, then head back to your home. Tonight was no different. You opted to stay in a tree in a nearby forest, taking in the night sky, constellations seeming to taunt you with an unknown reason. Memories of when you were among the other deities fill your mind, a bittersweet taste left in your mind. Shouting and the crunching of twigs below rip you from your thoughts, whimpers from women below causing the hair on your arms to stand up.
Below, you see a small group of women with their arms shackled to a long chain. There are 2 men, daggers glinting in the moonlight. There’s no torch, no lantern, to light their way. It’s clear they are trying to be unseen, to steal these women. They adorn Roman clothing, as do the women, and seem to be heading away from the village. 
“Please I’m begging you, I have children! They have no father and no one to look for them” A woman begs shakily.
“Then we will be back for them. I know someone who would pay bronze for youth like them” A man cackles and shoves the woman for her noise.
“Oh Gods, Please save us, if you can hear me” A woman whispers, kissing her hands and raising them to the sky.
Her voice is so broken, as if she's unable to conjure hope. Heart aching for these women but unable to physically intervene, you bless them.
“Luck be upon you” Falls from your lips in the form of a whisper.
As they are almost gone, a branch snapping catches the men's attention. Heads whipping in the direction of the noise was their first mistake. A soldier in Roman attire sneaks behind the leading man, dagger cutting through his throat as if it were simply fat. 
The other three men turn and draw their weapons, preparing for attack. Their stance resembles that of a cornered, angry cat. One other soldier emerges from the dark. His towering frame, only being able to be described as a giant, unsheathed his sword from his holster. The glare from the moonlight shining off his sword gives an eerie and unsettling feeling in an already disturbing situation. 
“Give in and come willingly, or face the same fate as your foolish leader” His voice is higher pitched than expected, yet still effectively intimidating. His accent is foreign, sounding from the north. 
Ignorance clearly being their strong suit, the smugglers charge at the giant, only to be met immediately with a blade. The first one falls and seconds later, the other one is ripped through, practically in half, blood spilling like a never ending prayer. The men are ripped through like a tarp, eyes widening and dulling over.
 The last man remaining drops his weapon, falling to his knees like a worshiper to their God. The giant stalks towards him, gripping his hair and tilting him back. You can feel the fear radiating off of the smaller man's body, most likely praying to the gods as the women they stole did. 
“Your incompetence fails you. What were you planning for them?” He demands, gesturing to the women. They cower under the man's gaze.
The man remains silent, his mouth gaping like a fish, in search of words.
“Have mercy, please!” He begs, tears seeming to form.
The giant chuckles in an unamused manner, “Were you to have mercy on them? The gods have turned their backs on you. Now I will ask you again” He grips tighter, voice low and in a low growl, “What. Were. You. Planning? Who is your superior?”
The man refuses to answer and is swiftly met with a blade, as he serves no purpose. The giant and his partner turn their attention to the women, moving to remove their shackles. The women seem more frightened of them than they did the men that stole them. Perhaps it's because these men are soldiers, making it easy for them to be overpowered. 
“Where are you from?” The giant asks a woman as he removes the shackles. The woman says she was visiting her family in a nearby village when the men came. The other women say something similar.
“It seems they had a type. Easily able to make them disappear if they only have a couple connections in a different village.” The other man states, the giant nodding. 
They move the women to the same town you live in, keeping them in a new location until they find the leader of whatever ring they were getting sold into. You climb down the tree and quietly follow behind. The women are escorted to a separate cluster home and the men head to what seems to be a military station building.
Before the giant walks into the building, he looks behind him out of habit and spots you already looking at him. You quickly turn and walk away, not trying to attract unwanted attention. You make it to the lake before you hear a twig snap, someone being with you. Knowing who it is, you don't even bother to turn around, staying still. 
“Why did you run?” He asked in an accusatory tone, walking up to you. His frame towers over you, his shadow overtaking yours. You turn towards him, finally meeting his eyes. His face is covered in a cloth, his eyes being the only exposed area. His gaze is stern, like that of a king. 
“I've never seen a soldier like you before” you lie seamlessly, appearing innocent, “When you saw me, I worried I would possibly provoke you. Some soldiers around here hate when we stare”
He looks down at you, head slightly tilting. In mock or curiosity, you can't tell. There’s a long pause of silence, neither of you moving.
“Sir?” You ask quietly, “May I go back home now? I fear it will worry my family if I am out too late”
“You will meet me in the town square tomorrow at dusk,” He states, turning to walk away, “I will find you if you fail to come. Do not make that mistake, flos”
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askuemki · 10 months ago
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it was me who did that... 🤭
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thesilicontribesman · 4 months ago
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Chainmail, Carlingwark Loch, Kelton.
It is probable that this chainmail formed part of a hoard found in a large cauldron by two fisherman about a century ago.
The hoard consisted of native and Roman work, with much of the latter resembling that of Belgic colonists brought to the south east of England by the Romans. Settlers from the same area may have been introduced to Dumfries and Galloway to grow corn to feed the Roman troops.
The rest of the hoard gives a picture of a settled farming community which was well provided with tools, equipment and household furnishings, but which had little need for weapons.
Dumfries Museum, Scotland
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ghcstao3 · 1 year ago
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short cat shifter!ghost post because it feels like a necessity every few days at this point
but it’s always a gamble as to how ghost will be found napping in his cat form—he does sleep in usual positions, curled up or laying on his side—but sometimes he’ll also sleep in odd ways, like on his back or stomach with his limbs sprawled out, hanging over a door with his legs dangling, or sitting in a loaf with his face to the ground in a way that’s honestly a bit concerning
and sometimes he just naps so well that the rest of the 141 always have to do a double take to make sure he’s still breathing (he is, and is now grumpy that he was woken up)
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varsiskolub · 1 month ago
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Мои мальчики☺ My Boys☺
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paradamaxima · 4 months ago
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Bark bark bark 😳
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jameslmartello · 3 months ago
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Faith is a beam radiating from the Face of God.
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cod-dump · 10 months ago
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Ghost: How many kids do you have?
Graves: I don’t have any-
Ghost, looking at the several Shadows behind Graves: Fuck- You got pregnant that many times??
Graves:
Graves: *stares blankly at Ghost, mouth hanging open with only a broken, very confused noise coming out*
Shadow 10: Holy shit- The Ghost broke the Commander
Shadow 13: WHEN DID HE GIVE BIRTH TO ME??
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deathblossomm · 1 year ago
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Neil is the most beautiful man this planet has ever seen
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the-whispers-of-death · 9 months ago
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Light Work
*The 141 & Ladder all chilling in the recreational room* Maintenance man who is trying to change a lightbulb: *struggling to carry a ladder* Ladder, getting up: Oh, here let me help you. *hooks her arm under one of the ladder rungs and lifts it with that one arm* Ladder, casually holding the ladder: Where do you want this? Maintenance man, enamored: Uh, just over there. *points to where the light fixture that needs to be fixed is* Ladder: *nods and carries the ladder to where it needs to go* Soap: So, she wasn't joking when she said she could lift a ladder with one hand. Ghost: Between her and Stone, I feel weak. Gaz: I've never wanted to befriend someone so much before I met Ladder. Price: Do you think she'd tell us how much she lifts at the gym?
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daordinarylinchen · 5 months ago
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commission🧣
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certifiedcodbabygirl · 7 months ago
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To Whisper Your Name Masterlist
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Includes: Violence, historical inaccuracies, sexism (barely any from Konig though), smut in later chapters (will be labeled), Roman Goddess reader, Roman soldier Konig, lowkey obsessive Konig, other warnings will be added as chapters are written
Part one
Part two
Part three- in progress
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