#SO IM MAKING THIS AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL

[trulyumai]

to expect more from him

—pairing: Emperor Geta / Wife! Reader

—synopsis: you ask geta of his priorities and where his wife and unborn child rank in his world. are you truly surprised of the answer?

—warnings: geta being a dick, light angst.

—a/n: im back baaaaabyyyyy!!

The flicker of candlelight was the only illumination in the room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You lay curled against Geta’s side, his arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along your skin. It was a rare moment of peace, one that you had come to cherish amidst the chaos that always seemed to swirl around him.

His warmth enveloped you, the steady rhythm of his breath a comforting lullaby. There was a quietness between you, the kind that spoke volumes, and for a while, you allowed yourself to simply exist in it. This was the man you had once loved—before the weight of the crown, before the bloodshed and politics consumed him.

You closed your eyes, pressing your cheek into the firm expanse of his chest, feeling the quiet thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. You were at peace here. But a question had been gnawing at the edges of your mind all evening, and it wouldn’t let go.

“Geta,” you whispered softly, your voice breaking the silence. His fingers paused their gentle movements as he turned his attention to you, his hand resting on your back as he gazed down at you.

You took a slow, steadying breath. “If it came to it... would you choose me and the child over Rome?”

He froze. For a moment, the air between you thickened. The question hung in the space between you, heavier than anything either of you had ever dared to address. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flickered with surprise, and a quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest—a sound that was all too familiar, but now felt strangely hollow.

He let out a light, almost mocking laugh. “You think I would ever choose between you and Rome?” His voice was playful, but there was an edge to it, a condescension that was unmistakable. “I’ve built an empire, wife. I’ve fought, bled, and sacrificed for it. I can’t just walk away from it. From everything I’ve worked for.” His words were sharp, as though he were trying to convince not only you but himself as well.

You felt a chill settle in your chest. His laughter, meant to dismiss your question, stung more than you could have anticipated. You pulled back slightly, looking at him with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. “So, you would really choose Rome over your family?” Your voice trembled slightly, but you held his gaze, searching for any hint of the man you once knew.

The flicker of something darker passed over his face, but it quickly faded as he leaned back, a half-smile playing on his lips. “You know what Rome demands of me,” he said, his tone suddenly cold and detached. “You’ve always known.”

“Yes, I’ve known,” you said softly, a pang of sorrow twisting in your chest. “But I never thought you’d laugh at the idea of choosing your family. Us. Over it all.”

His gaze shifted, a sudden shift in his demeanor as he took a deep breath. “You think Rome will fall without me?” He laughed again, but this time there was something darker behind it. “It’s not that simple, sweetling. I’ve come too far to just turn my back on everything.”

You stared at him, your heart aching, the sense of loss settling deep inside you. He wasn’t the man you remembered. The man who had once promised you a future, the man who swore to protect you and your unborn child. Now, all you could see was the emperor, the mask of duty and power consuming him more and more with each passing day.

“That’s the problem,” you said quietly, your voice trembling now. “I don’t want to be a second thought to Rome. I don’t want to be your duty. I want to be your choice.” You paused, letting the weight of your words hang in the air. “But if you’re already making it clear that Rome will always come first, then maybe I should stop pretending that this is enough.”

For a moment, Geta didn’t respond. His expression had shifted—no longer playful, no longer cold—but instead filled with something you couldn’t quite place. Guilt, perhaps. Or confusion.

“I—” he began, his voice rough with emotion, but then stopped. His eyes softened, his earlier bravado faltering under the weight of your question.

“Do you think I don’t want to choose you?” he finally said, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Do you think I don’t see what we could have? What we should have? I’ve sacrificed too much for Rome, for this throne… I don’t know if I could walk away from it.”

You didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed at his words. At least now, there was no more pretense. At least now, he was being honest with you.

But that honesty brought no comfort, no certainty. “Then we’re not the same,” you whispered, your heart breaking. “Because if it were me, I wouldn’t hesitate.”

A long silence passed before Geta shifted beside you, his expression conflicted. “I need time,” he said quietly. “Time to think. But I will not let anything happen to you. Or our child. Not ever.”

And in that moment, you weren’t sure what the future held. But you knew that tonight, your world had shifted. You would never again look at him in quite the same way. Neither of you were the people you had been when you first fell in love.

You could only hope that, in time, he would see the truth. That love, true love, was worth fighting for—just as much as power.

[evermore-crow]

ATTENTION CROCHETERS OBSESSED WITH SIX OF CROWS

(or just like obsessed with daggers? i guess! i’m obsessed with SoC so yeah heh)

So, I found this pattern for a crochet tapestry thingy (i’m still new at this), and I think it’s SOOOO INEJ! ok here is the link for anyone interested. The PATTERN is $12.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[thegreatyin]

your character makes me actually sick. i hope your account gets bricked and you have to start over and not be an asshole to everyone. i hope you accidentally sell all of your expensive equipment and have to re-buy them for double the sell value. i hope you click the wrong option in a major story beat and have to spend fate to reset it. fuck you and your shitty-union busting empathy-lacking character.

pov you're the scoundrel at a railway board meeting

[becauseplot]

i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---

---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.

"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."

their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"

they don't talk about much else.

see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.

what you can do.

so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

goofy ass trainer couple red and jaide would like to battle‼️

[bogkeep]

my special skill is that i'm not afraid of emails. in fact i vastly prefer sending emails because i can do it whenever i have time... the alternative is usually making phone calls, and the phone call times are pretty much always work hours at work days, AKA the SAME TIME AS WHEN I'M AT SCHOOL!!!! this really sucks if the only time i have the opportunity to sit down and do Important Paperwork Stuff is the weekend or the evenings!!! Let Me Send A Written Message Please Please Please

[dearloonies]

I'm so deprived of Lotm fics that I've been imagining several in my head

[faaun]

i think recently i've been less soft and a lot more jagged-edged than i'd like to be. i need to make an effort to be more whimsical and less worried abt how i'm being perceived by ppl etc etc

[iftitah]

my mom's college is sooo nostalgic 😭

[sleepy-crypt1d]

ur sophie post was made for me hi hello

i go along with the hc she’s siblings with david! (and josef ) so she naturally adopts the last name leatherhoff!! :) i hc her as the youngest and that i think she went to college for nursing for the heck of it (i think she just didn’t know what path to take) and that she’s now just running a flower shop and living her best life i have other more minor hcs in relation to the complexities of her as a person because she’s sosoooo important to meee my gosh☝️😞

hello!! :D i am so happy someone is appreciating her as she deserves !!

i've seen a lot of the hc of her and david being siblings and ive always thought it was cool :3 its an interesting way to connect the characters to one another and adds an layer of hilarity to the idea that david was the one who hit simon lol

in my mind she's the oldest and has a younger brother who she helps tutor after her classes and before her parents get off work- i like the idea that she's close with her family, she deserves it :(

the idea of her owning a flower shop is so good i love that- i hc that her mom is really into gardening and so sophie picked up drying/pressing flowers from her! and she picked up her love of taxidermy bone art (i think she would make stuff like darkferncreations on Instagram- mixes of pelts and skeletons and plants- check them out if you aren't sensitive to that sorta stuff! their work is gorgeous) from her love of museums and the general concept of preserving the act of life after death. she'd find it comforting, i think. making beauty out of something so tragic.

i am so sorry for rambling so much in response i just love her so muchhhh

and i would adore to hear more of ur ideas about sophie :3c the game gives us NOTHING and i need other fans to help fill the void

[whynotimtired]

The REAL elephant in the room is the fact that I'm a Steve/Kali truther djdbdbdb

[squuote]

You're just,, such a big art inspo,, your Narrator also is just such a fantastic design,,, thank u for your hard work,,

WAAAGHHH HI SHINA HI THIS ASKLITERALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME....THANK YOUU i am rlly glad people enjoy the design as much as i love drawing him and even now im still like. lowkey messing around with it and adding as i go hehe

BUT FR THANK YOU...this ask honestly helped me get through the week kfjdghfgk

[totallyawesome123]

rediscovering I have empathy? craaaazyyyyy

[klbzplb]

honestly still the biggest personal tragedy of session 5 is that when grian joined gem in the tower building. in gems episode, there were almost a solid 10 minutes of just that. them hanging out, calm, peaceful, no danger, away from people that could hurt them . and guess what ? grian left LESS THAN 3 MINUTES OF THAT IN HIS EPISODE dbjksffejw

[maddogmp3]

i think the weirdet thing about living on my own is regularly having the thought of: i want home decor.