#The Society of Romulus and Remus

[worldcakecakecake]

The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him  into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with  Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters  who hunt on the supernatural. 

Yes, I know, it has taken a long time…as per usual as it had been. I have some news though, ones that will definitely change how I update from now on. So for the last months, I’ve actually been pregnant. It is a wanted baby, so yes, I’m very happy and excited about it. It’s scheduled to come this weekend and although I’ve had contractions and everything, I haven’t broken water and the contractions are still too far apart, but we’ll see if it’s ready and I’m ready for it. Does this mean I will stop writing? Hell na’, this kid will have to embarrassingly tell people its mom writes fanfiction. But with the baby coming soon, it does mean I will have …way more less time to write than what I have had lately. I haven't been able to lately as much because my boyfriend and I moved in together and were still organizing and preparing the apartment for us and the baby. But not to fear! Updates will come….as long as it takes them…either way, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warning, there is NSFW

                                                  Chapter 16

Breakfast was brought to their room, yet another perk Ludwig was not used to and refused to partake in like some snobby tourist, deciding he could enjoy the time for some extra hours of sleep. Feliciano on the other hand…was used to this. Ludwig wasn’t able to continue in his rest hearing all the clanks of plates, cups and then Feliciano’s delight at whatever was presented. He groaned and sighed, accepting that it was time to wake up and see what the fuss was all about. He washed himself and got himself ready, presentable, something casual. Of course, if they were not hunting and especially if they were somewhere so public, they were not to wear their uniforms. Ludwig had to admit it was quite the relief to go through this part quicker, just a black shirt, black jeans…that was it. He proceeded to cross the hall over to Feliciano, praying and hoping he had some sort of piece of clothing on. At least he did, although just some shorts and a shirt that he must have hastily picked from his luggage just to answer to the server with some decency. He met him currently stuffing his face with a chocolate croissant, the brown cream all over his face, caught frozen and surprised at seeing Ludwig just come in like that. He swallowed, grabbed a napkin to clean himself and sat as appropriate as he should. 

“Buon giorno,” he wished. 

“Morgen,” Ludwig took a seat on the table he sat, relieved that there was still some food for him to take. He helped himself and Feliciano continued to eat, although calm, silent, somehow awkward. 

What was so different this morning? They sometimes shared breakfasts just like these in the Society, way before they even started getting friendly with each other. Was it the new surroundings? The fact that it was just the both of them? Ludwig just decided by keeping to their usual and telling him his plan for the day. 

“All right, since we're well up, that means we can already start. Yesterday afternoon I noticed that there were a lot of people in the city. When is the festa della sensa again?” 

“This weekend, Saturday and Sunday.” 

“Which means that we’ll have a hard time looking for them. Do you think they know about the festivities?” 

“Mamma told me they love human festivals, especially ones that have to do with the sea. They try to see them when they can. I’m sure some groups will be willing to come. Mamma told me they learn to hide well so they can manage to be present.” 

“So you really think we might see some?” 

Feliciano nodded positively, “I’m sure of it! We just have to be attentive and careful.” 

“Then let’s go ahead and start looking. There might be some who are inspecting the area or preparing it for others before they come for the festivities. Any ideas of particular places they could come here?” 

Feliciano eagerly raised his arm, “I know just the spots.” 

There was an excitement and smile to him that Ludwig already suspected was full of plans…that had nothing to do with mermaids. 

And he was correct. 

The day was used as a sightseeings tour for Feliciano. They went to all the main public places, large aggravating crowds pressing against one another, the only time of peace when Feliciano dragged them inside museums and churches. Yes, gorgeous, spectacular…but no clear vision to the canals for anything suspicious. 

He had to admit…a lot of these places he hadn't been given the chance to visit, so indeed it was an opportunity to relax and witness such majestical art, proof of the riches the once Venetian Empire owned. Feliciano surprisingly knew a lot of these paintings, a lot of the history, as if he had painted or lived everything himself. Ludwig found himself intrigued, listening faithfully, even asking questions…only driving them further and further away for the intended purpose of the day. 

Feliciano didn't mind the money he had to pay for food…grandpa’s money of course, only wanting to eat the best and Ludwig had to admit that he did exquisitely. 

After a rather…enjoyed day, they spent the last of the evening by a dock watching as all the gondolas, boats and ferries passed them by in a scene and calm that Ludwig found utter perfection. He could breathe, relax…and still see if he could spot any mermaids…someone had to do something about the research. Feliciano was surprisingly silent and it was in his curiosity that he finally turned to see what he was doing. He had a black leather sketchbook opened, a pristine pencil in his grasp, lining and shading with meticalation. He was trying to do this exact view, beautiful, wonderful, Ludwig was left in obvious awe at how to perfection Feliciano had made the scene. 

“That’s incredible,” he complimented, inching closer to have a better view of it. 

Feliciano perked up only slightly, not minding it at all. “Oh!” He looked down to it unimpressed. “Thank you! I just had to do it, especially now with this really great lighting!” He smiled. 

“I didn’t know you could draw.” 

“I just barely have any time in the Society, but I do love doing it! I wish I could dedicate more time to it. To be honest…I just want to be a painter…” he then offered the sketchbook to Ludwig, acceptance in looking through, for him to witness all kinds of pieces that left him with new awe for each page. 

There were a variety of different things that showcased how well Feliciano could draw anything that was offered for him. From flowers, buildings, items, imaginative creatures, animals, wondrous wolves and…people to anatomy perfection. He managed to find some sketches of himself…indeed during lessons, early, back when Feliciano still did not know about his transformations. He couldn't find it in him to scold…these were spectacular, taking his image in such likeliness that it was like staring at a mirror of the past. 

“How did you learn to do all of this?” 

“Well, I was trapped in a villa with nothing much to do but help my mother with her paintings. I saw her and just…did everything after her,” he shrugged like it was nothing. 

He went through a couple more pages….thinking if he should commission something from him to keep for after he leaves. A little token to remember him by…somehow that saddened him a lot. 

He took a sudden deep breath that was surprising to Feliciano. He gave him back his sketchbook, careful and treating it truly like a treasure or prize. 

“You have an amazing talent, please keep working on it.” 

Feliciano smiled back at him that heartstopping way that he was finding harder and harder to hide the blush from. 

“I haven't seen anything,” Ludwig reminded. 

“Neither did I.” 

Ludwig wondered if he truly gave an effort, but let it pass with a sigh. “Then let’s head back to the hotel and call it a day.” 

“The waiter this morning told me they would bring us pesto pasta tonight!” He was clearly excited, which gave him the jump to come up to him. “And for dessert, there’s chocolate-” the side of his eye caught something, a droplet, a movement, swift and picking up with a sense that was from a hidden part of himself that was the hunter. He turned completely to it, but all he saw was a new ripple in the water. Perhaps sudden movement from a boat, a fish or… 

“Chocolate what?” Ludwig suddenly asked, bringing Feliciano back to what he had been doing. 

“Uh…” Should he tell him? But there was nothing.. “Chocolate pudding! …I think…” he decided to simply follow Ludwig back to the hotel and not think about what could have been any longer. 

The dinner was great, the chocolate pudding a treat that they did well to enjoy on the balcony facing the canal. Calm, beautiful, peaceful, only chatter interrupted, talks of far off places Ludwig had visited, the most annoying people in the Society and should they change that very old sign in the main square of the Society den. Laughs, enjoyment, Feliciano was in one of those moments where all he wanted to do was lay his head against his chest. The table did a good divide to halt such temptations. They saw as the sky darkened into night, and yet conversation continued in such a delightful way that Ludwig kept pushing what was supposed to be his own curfew. By the time he took a quick glance at his watch, the lateness was indeed much more than what he had expected, he realized that he had to cut this wonderful time short. 

“We should be heading to bed.” 

Feliciano showed his disappointment. “Do we really have to?” 

“Yes. Tomorrow is another day that we have to use. We might be luckier and find something once were of better sorts.” He stood, bringing with him plates and glasses to put back in the cart for a waiter to pick up. 

Feliciano pouted but had to sigh and settle with the routine of the night. 

It hadn’t been that late, but enough for Ludwig to think that Feliciano should be dead asleep by then. He was still awake reading some reports on his phone, things that were going on in the Society and perhaps his next mission for when he returned. He was well tucked in bed, gel cleaned off, showered, sleeping tank top and pants on. Perhaps some more messages to read and then the phone would be off for the night. He was just in what he decided would be the last message when he received the visit. 

Feliciano’s hair was already a mess from whatever sleep he had just taken, only an open white shirt and his bright red underwear…clear in the darkness. 

“What is it?” Ludwig asked, not as perturbed as he thought he would be. 

“Um…” Feliciano fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do with them to word what he wanted to say, this impulse and want that he just couldn't hold back in his room any longer. “Can I sleep with you?” 

“Sure.” 

Where did that come from? Why did he answer so readily to…such a question. Did either of them understand what they just asked and agreed to? Part of Ludwig thought it was innocent, perhaps he was scared, perhaps he was used to sleeping with his brother or grandfather or mother or something. But then there was the other way it could be interpreted… and if it was that…why? Why did he just…let him? He hadn’t remembered drinking anything alcoholic for dinner…was he poisoned? Hypnotized. Something must have gone wrong! He couldn’t just…he couldn’t just…Feliciano was already moving towards the bed, elated, confident…and now that Ludwig thought about it, he doubted he could fall asleep knowing he had…him…laying next to him. Those legs, that body, those arms, his hair, his eyes…all…maybe Feliciano would keep his space, a breath of relief as he locked his phone for the night. He didn’t have to worry about that, he smiled knowing he could just- that was too close. Feliciano practically glued to his side, taking his arm and already cuddling as if he was one of the pillows that laid under their heads. He already sighed and made himself comfortable as if he was next to any other…not his own…teacher. Ludwig twitched and tried to think of a way to deal with this. Yes, deal with this, he couldn’t just lay there and let him…do this to him. 

“Feliciano…what are you doing?” He managed to ask. 

“Laying next to you,” said with an obvious tone that he didn’t know how to reply to. 

“Um…” he gripped his hands, turned to the other side, not wanting to continue to be captivated, still trying to find words, excuses. “Yo-you…you shouldnt be laying next to me like that.” 

Feliciano turned pensive and Ludwig had given a mental cheer in getting him to finally understand. 

“Is this better perhaps?” He swiftly turned his entire body until both his legs were on either side of him, this time all over him. 

No…this was much worse and he had to- he suddenly sat up, having Feliciano well comfortable and tight on his lap. He didn’t know what impulse made him bring his hands to his waist, grounding him more into his sitting, into a connection of their groins that was not making the situation any better. They both reddened at the realization, obvious to both, a lock of their eyes, faces close to take every glimpse, every crevice of their structures, every breath felt, time frozen to them, the wind, the waters of the canal, all nothing compared to this moment. 

“I…I…” what was he to say? What was he to do? Every careful, planned out idea was lost in some abyss in favor of the moment, of having Feliciano like…he had to be honest…dreamed of having him. On him, gazing like no one else mattered, king in their minds, intimate, close. 

Their lips were there, plump and calling, the moonlight that came through making them shine that more and neither could resist it any longer. 

Slow, serene as the city, they came close until their lips touched in innocent magic, soft and calm, a quick departure with hazed visions, trying to realize if it had been a dream or not. 

No…it wasn't, yet the moment was as beautiful as it had been one. 

Without caring of dreams, responsibilities, what they were, who they were, their lips crashed yet again, this time with ignited passion. They mended and let themselves taste and smack. Feliciano tightened the grasp of his arms around Ludwig, and Ludwig let his hand take a raising caress from the swoop of his hips, to his neck, until he could grab those curls to himself, harshened to make the kiss more intense, to pull Feliciano much more to him, grinding then, not being able to resist the quick other hand that went to take his rear. The moan Feliciano shared was of the most delightful, one that made him lick and bite for more, Feliciano gripping along with the harshness of nails. He found that the more enticing. Ludwig began to mark on his neck, the part of him that was territorial, that wanted all that body only for himself, twisting them until it was Feliciano who laid below him. He caged him and Feliciano did not mind it at all. He quickly brought them back to the glue of their lips, continuing their mend and moans and nothing seemed to break it this time. They kept it locked even as Feliciano released himself of the blouse, as Ludwig practically ripped apart those shorts, as Feliciano removed his own shirt, Ludwig having to help him with the removal of his own shorts. 

Naked, every inch of their bodies against one another, Ludwig between him in a sudden freeze…wanting to gaze at Feliciano in all his wonderful bareness. The moonlight only showcased him as a gift, a bestowing that for a moment he wondered how he managed to deserve. He gazed down at him and ogled at softness, voluptuousness, skin in some areas beautifully plump, others thin and accenting him as a descendant of gods. All while Feliciano tried not to let himself faint at the utter power, muscle and strength all across him. Ludwig was powerful…and Feliciano wanted all of it, he was desperate, and not wanting more silence, brought his arms around him again and pulled him back to the feast of their lips, of fingers traversing, of their skin exploring more of each other through grinds and pushes. They hardened and they both rolled their eyes at the luck and perfection in their groins. 

They wanted more, they wanted a peak. Neither bothered to think that they absolutely had no experience. It was somehow as if the moment had given them the knowledge, the light guiding, and Ludwig knew enough to check one of the drawers for any lube. They were lucky. It was a small bottle at the very back side along with some condoms. Ludwig wanted to be quick with them…before they brought back any sort of sense when he was riding on an absolute high of Feliciano. He instantly went to prepping him with his fingers, leaning over his mouth to hear those mewls clear, to know where to move, avoid hurting him and gaze to the heaven his face was. Something he must be doing right with the way Feliciano heightens, grips and begs for more in the shine of his eyes. 

That’s it! He knows he’s ready. 

He hovers over him as he prepares himself, as he dares his mind to think…but it seemed the wild part of his werewolf took over, for as he looked down at Feliciano, still in want and expecting, there was no way he could find something to deny this any longer. Careful, he managed to begin his initial plunge, already rolling his eyes at this great warmth, and Feliciano moaned, accepting it with great pleasure, just perfect, just wonderful. They remained in that freeze, just living that amazing first height, first wave of ecstasy, feeling levitated and forever lost to the world. They gazed into their eyes and for a moment…it was like magic, amazing and perfect, diving for another kiss as Ludwig began the first of his thrusts. Here they shouted, it intensified more with their continuous gazes and lock of lips, beginning a slow rhythm that was beautiful and comforting. 

As Ludwig got more confident in the hold, he thrashed, he forced himself much harder, louder getting Feliciano’s shouts. 

For a moment he feared they could be heard out into the canals, quickly gazing as if the very water could catch him and tell the news for the whole society to hear, but another shout from Feliciano brought him back to this delicacy, this wonder…and he just had to continue, an award for himself to enjoy and not wonder about anything else. 

Another splendorous sunshine welcomed him the next morning. The chirp of the birds was somehow more splendid, the heat not as piercing and overall he just felt a new refresh along with the new day. Ludwig woke with an internal smile…that was rare. He was not bothered by the bright light, the shouts of tourists and gondoliers coming in from the opened window or the breeze that seemed to help him breathe, to awaken, stir and enjoy this new warmth in his bed. 

Warmth…he was naked…he caught the scent of another, of…his eyes widened in shock, and there before him was Feliciano in his same state, still fast asleep. The way his hair fell on his face was spectacular, and with the added sun, it shone like a halo…beautiful and…oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. 

Ludwig suddenly sat up, horrified despite, the memory of last night filling and reminding, proof still in the very union of the bed they shared. He began to pull his hair, turning about hoping that this was just still…some really nice dream and when he awoke…he’d be alone and Feliciano would be in his own room. But the longer he stared, at Feliciano’s body only half covered…gorgeous still, the more real it was becoming, the sensations alive through his body, his breaths seeming to beg for more of that body. And no! No! No more, he couldn't let this keep going, he had to somehow…disinfect his whole body from this, pretend it didn't happen, that it was just- moans, movements, Feliciano was awakening. He panicked, shouted and even fell off the bed. It was just the shake to have Feliciano completely sitting up. 

“Lu-Ludwig, are you all right?” He asked, seeming not at all bothered….about anything but simply that Ludwig was not on the bed anymore. 

Ludwig sat up, messed and with piercing eyes, clearly shocked and disturbed. Feliciano instantly panicked and tried to come closer, reaching his arm to try and help. Ludwig, instead, threw a pillow at it and stood, picking his underwear from somewhere on the floor and putting them on. 

“We-we…were late!” He tried to excuse, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door and creating quite a ruckus in the room that only brought more confusion to Feliciano. He sighed and thought to simply join him, but it was in that moment that he felt a sudden cramp…right by his waist and towards…he instead smiled at it. He blushed, and as if he was in crowded streets, he covered his redness, yet his grin escaped through it, almost like a full blown laugh that could be heard throughout if it wasn’t for the water running from Ludwig’s shower. 

They did that…they did that last night…and it had been amazing, euphoric, a heightening that Feliciano had not been intending to witness. But he went through it, took all that passion and desire and well…as his grin became one of seduction and pleasure, he couldn’t wait for another chance. 

He gazed to the bathroom door hoping for another retreat into Ludwig’s arms. 

No…they did have to hurry. 

Feliciano went to his own bathroom to prepare, with a jump expecting much from the day.

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[femperor]

How am I supposed to make fun of therians as if people haven't been identifying with animals since as far back as we can find communities. How many different cultures revered certain animals and the people who embodied their traits: do you think it was always strictly a metaphor?

And yes this applies to "western civilizations" too. Romulus had a wolf as a surrogate mother. Norse vikings took on the nature of a bear when they fought. No matter where you look, historically one of the most enviable traits a human can have is the ability to be something else.

[atlasdoe]

THE HOGWARTS CLASS OF 1978 - pt 13

REMUS LUPIN

Name - Remus Lupin

Blood status - Halfblood

Date of birth - 10th March 1960

House - Gryffindor

Academic achievements - Prefect

He fought in both wars as a member of the Order and the Advanced Guard before dying during the battle of Hogwarts with his wife, leaving his newborn son orphaned

Cannon

Was turned into a werewolf by Fenrir Greyback after his father said that werewolves "deserve nothing but death"

Despite their past prejudice, Remus grew up with loving parents

Remus failed to find employment after his education because of his affliction as a werewolf. However, James used his wealth to financially support him

By the time of Voldemort's downfall, Remus' mother had died but his father still lived. In between wars Remus refused to move back home, fearing that doing so would threaten his fathers "peaceful life" However, he still saw Lyall from time to time. which made his father happy

By the early 1990s, Remus was living in poverty, in a tumbledown semi-derelict cottage in Yorkshire

After his death he was awarded an Order of Merlín first class. He was the first werewolf ever to be awarded this title

The example of his life and death played an important role in lifting the stigma on werewolves among the wizarding society

Headcanon

Bisexual

Welsh

Imma go off cannon here so you'll have to bare with me

Remus had an older brother called Romulus. When the boys were young Hope and Lyall divorced but remained good friends. Hope then later got with her childhood friend Paris Meadowes, who was also a witch and had two daughters of her own, Dawn and Dorcas. The two women and their four children lived together above a pub they owned called "The Howelling Wolf"

Remus and Dorcas were childhood besties to step siblings and i love them

okay divergence from cannon over

I'm sorry y'all he loved chocolate and had to e biggest sweet tooth known to man

Remus was an average student until his third year, when during a Hogsmead visit Remus and his friends witness a werewolf being shunned from a shop that he was applying for a job at. Seeing how the werewolf was being treated made Remus realise that he would have to work twice as hard if he wants to make any sort of career for himself. Since that day he took school extremely seriously and prioritised his education

He always wanted to be a teacher

THE LITTLEST SPOON

Also has never had to live his life without forehead kisses and secretly never wants to

He hated Quidditch, literally every part of Quidditch he hated

He cried when he found out he made Prefect

He didn't care to keep his books in good condition. He would dog eat them, write in them, crack the spins and sometimes use them as coasters for his tea. So long as he could see the words he didn't care what they looked like

His family were good friends with Newt Scamander

His friends were James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Mary and Dorcas. He didn't speak to anyone else unless he needed to

Despite this he did get along with the younger years after becoming a Prefect and although he was awkward at first Lily helped him be more confutable around them.

He never approved of Dorcas being friends with Regulus, Barty and Evan but didn't say anything because he didn't want to argue with her

This boy would avoid confrontation like it was the plegue. You could spit in his face and he'd thank you

Remus was sooooo desperate to not be seen like other werewolves. He knew that he secret would come out eventually deep down so he made it his job to make sure that nobody had any problems with him ever. He refused to get mad, would never argue back and bottled up every negative emotion he had

[besiegedhunter]

Projekt Red: Desire for connection and her relationship with Kal'tsit and Grandma.

So originally this was going to just be about Red's relationship with Kal'tsit but thinking about it, I decided I wanted to discuss many other facets of Red when it comes to her connections with other people.

But without further ado:

Setting the scene.

Firstly I want to discuss the possible themes of family and accompanying themes for Siracusa and particularly Lupos.

Nothing illustrates it better than the founding story of Siracusa: the story of the She-Wolf, which takes inspiration from Rome's founding story of Romulus and Remus. A story that ends with Romulus killing his brother Remus, which I say for a reason.

From Rewinding Breeze's Stories from the Sky, it goes as such:

I want to specifically point out the final line of this cropped version: "From then on, Lupos stopped separating themselves into tribes, and called each other family instead."

The story of the She-Wolf and founding of Siracusa is specifically connected to family and Lupos and I think that the state of the She-Wolf's family is echoed in other Lupo's families. Maybe not purposefully but the inversion of wolves, known for their packs is what I imagine they're going for.

But to call attention to Lupos with strained families or connected to lonliness:

Texas's Father killed her Grandfather, leading to the destruction of the Texas family which she herself just watched, tired of it all and before meeting Emperor was alone thereafter.

Lappland hates her Father more than anything else but Siracusa, with her cutting ties with him entirely after Il Siracusano and him vowing to kill her if they meet again. Also due to her exile she's described as a Lone Wolf.

The Bellone family falls apart in Il Siracusano, with several betrayals and rifts caused throughout the event.

Capone and Gambino, once sworn brothers, become enemies in Code of Brawl.

Gertrude suffered abuse from her father and killed her brother, living and dying alone thereafter.

Pozyomka's whole family was murdered right in front of her, leading to her distrusting the surface and fleeing alone till finding a home with the Durin, though with undeniable differences between them.

Horn is implied to dislike her Father's action but her story following Episode 9, wherein she loses her whole squad but Bagpipe, became Dublinn's prisoner and survived alone in Londinium's sewers with only Metal Crabs as company hones in more on the loneliness.

Crownslayer's parents dying in the Chernobog sarcophagus purge. Reunion falling and then Red killing her mentor, leaving her with no one.

But there's one I left out in this for the sake of focusing on it.

Kinship.

This is Red's Trust 1 and 2 voicelines, Both portray her loneliness and call to two different things. I'll get onto her Trust 2 in a bit but for Red's Trust 1, it shows that whereas where other Lupos or Siracusans have turmoil with their families, either having them be strained, broken or dead, Red doesn't have a family.

Now, it is mentioned in Red's file 4 the existence of someone called Grandma who is responsible for why Red is the way she is, having been the one to raise her, uh, "raise her" before Kal'tsit.

Il Siracusano reveals the existence of beings known as the Signore dei Lupi who are Lupine Beast Lords like Emperor or Gawain and revealing that Grandma is one of them as well as what she expects from Red. Basically, the Signore dei Lupi each have a Fang that they train to kill the other Signore dei Lupi's Fangs. Red is Grandma's Fang.

The Signore dei Lupi claim territory in the wastes of Siracusa. Red's module confirms that this is where Red was trained in the least but as Il Siracusano introduces Lunacub, another Fang who only knows the wilderness and has no family like Red, it can be inferred that Red too was raised away from society, in the wilderness only knowing Grandma.

But even with Lunacub sharing almost the same upbringing that Red did there's a profound difference in how they were raised by their respective Signore dei Lupi. One that results in Lunacub being more capable and sociable than Red.

As said, Red has many problems. She's stated to have both educational as well as social problems. She cuts anything that gets close to her. I believe that her speech is broken (more evident in CN text if I'm right). And has limited empathy.

And as illustrated by her Trust 2:

She has a yearning to bond with other Lupos specifically it appears from this and her module which includes a ball made of fur specifically mentioned to be for when there's no Lupo tails to touch. Which, her wanting to bond with others would make sense.

There's a theme with Red's Trust lines where each line she doesn't take a hard stance on, moreso questioning or confused by something whether it's the importance of family, why she's being avoided or what her life could've been if she wasn't a Wolf Hunter i.e. met Grandma.

The final line of her Trust 3 is the Doctor asking Red to answer the question herself, which I think calls back to her module that really hammers in that Red struggles thinking for herself:

Something that Kal'tsit recognizes and points out herself:

So I see Red's Trust lines as her not being able to understand what she's feeling, the best she can do is to question things that she has feelings about deep down or have deeper meaning to her that she's not aware of.

Being that if she wasn't a Wolf Hunter she could have lived a happier life. She maybe would've had a family of her own. Could approach and befriend other Lupos. Have a bond with others, something that she can't at the moment.

I feel that Red's targeting of Lupos in her Trust 2 is for sure because of Siracusa's emphasis on Lupos and between the She-Wolf & her children and the Signore dei Lupi there is an emphasis on Wolves sticking together.

There's also something specifically with Red, cause the Signore dei Lupi as far as we've seen only have Lupos as their Fangs which on top of the emphasis on Lupos and wolf packs actually goes a level deeper due to two points:

I made a whole post about this but basically: Zaaro demonstrates the same or near identical ability as Red scaring Lupos and Vigil describes it as "kinship" and in the second and third images through Ho'olheyak we learn that Kukulkans and likely all Ancients were originally actual creatures.

So Lupos likely were originally actual Wolves, with the Signore dei Lupi or rather Lupine Beast Lords were kin with in some way or another and able to exert power over them through kinship, like Zaaro demonstrates in that image.

But also likely what Red is doing to scare Lupos, which is tragic. She wants kinship with her fellow Lupos but if I'm correct with this, then unbeknownst to her she has stronger kinship with them than any other Lupo and it's exactly why they're terrified of her.

Also a side note, I do wonder if in IS-ST-4 Red sees Crownslayer as someone she's somewhat fine with and if it's a result of Crownslayer being a Lupo by her account.

Cause there's "Is she your Kal'tsit?" which I'll delve into, but her expression is a happy one as opposed to her resting one for the rest of the conversation and in general she feels too casual.

But that's just a thought. Now, onto the next part:

Grandma and Kal'tsit.

"I do as Grandma/Kal'tsit says"

It's the exact same thing for both of them and by all means it should be. Grandma and Kal'tsit are the people who raised Red, albeit one better than the other.

With the minimal knowledge that Kal'tsit has about Grandma she suspects her to be responsible for the problems Red has that Rhodes has laid out in her files:

As I showed before, Grandma only taught Red what Grandma deemed Red would need to know to accomplish what Grandma wanted before throwing her into a traumatic experience and then doing it again:

And as the end of that paragraph, the way that Grandma raised Red, what she threw her into again and again would have killed her in some way if it wasn't for Kal'tsit.

Now, this is where our information about Grandma dries up as she's not mentioned in Il Siracusano outside of that one screenshot and we don't yet know how Kal'tsit met Red but what we do know is what Kal'tsit did upon meeting her:

Kal'tsit saw the problems that Red has and like Rosmontis, probably recognized how severe they were and decided to provide her with shelter in exchange for Red aiding Rhodes Island through her combat skills.

We also know that Rhodes Island put Red through several tests, likely headed by Kal'tsit herself who we also know tried coming up with several contingencies before scrapping them, destroying test data and classifying a lot of information regarding Red because of the severity and delicate nature of her situation.

But while there's nothing that she can do and by extension Rhodes, she still tries to help Red, whether by teaching her outright like the homework she gets her to do or by teaching her moral lessons which I believe she does in 6-11 after Crownslayer leaves.

Kal'tsit puts in a lot of effort to help Red which really contrasts Grandma's lack of care or affection or help. If Grandma had done much of anything then Red wouldn't have the problems she does, she like Lunacub could've known care and affection and end up better because of it.

But Red, the awful experiences she's gone through, how even now she struggles and doesn't know how to do a lot of things and yearns for affection from other Lupos, is because of how Grandma raised her.

And now Kal'tsit is doing her best to help Red, despite likely knowing that Red will one day leave and that Kal'tsit can't do much to help her and that it's up to Red to help herself at the end of the day. She put in a lot of effort for her.

How Red feels about Kal'tsit on the other hand I feel is quite complicated.

A lot of the time when Red talks or thinks about Kal'tsit it's what Kal'tsit has done for her or their agreement. There's not anything so much resembling the worry Kal'tsit puts in for her. Which I think isn't for lack of care for Kal'tsit.

Going back to how Red says she does what Grandma says and Kal'tsit says in the same way, right?

Red struggles to think for herself. It's what her Trust lines are about. It's what Kal'tsit sees that Red needs to do in her File 4. It's what her module is about. But Red can't and it's the basis of her relationship with Grandma, which is the only one that she knew for ages.

Grandma would teach her something, expecting her to accomplish it and then Red would be thrown out to do it. Likely this repeated and Red came to rely on Grandma to know what to do and not yet having learnt to be autonomous, Red now leans on Kal'tsit in a similar way.

Red doesn't know what it's like to have a parent or a friend, she only knows a master and while I'm sure Kal'tsit tries to not have their relationship be that, Red is the one who sees it as such.

But I think like the Trust lines being Red's attempt of touching upon deeper feelings, I think Red holds that care for Kal'tsit but she knows no different than how she acted with Grandma but it comes through. In it's own way.

And here is where I leave this off because sadly the state Red is in right now isn't the most happy state but I hope you enjoyed reading. Red's got a lot of developing to do for her eventual event and I cannot wait to see what happens between her and Grandma and hopefully Kal'tsit.

I just deem their relationship as really really important and while I'm sure Red will get closer to others in her event, Kal'tsit is so important I hope it's shone some light on in the event itself or an oprec or module.

[thegorydamnreaper]

Some thoughts on Romulus au Raa:

This is slightly spoilery, but mostly just some thoughts I had reading back on some Romulus chapters.

Romulus is named after the semi-mythological figure of the founder of Rome. That Romulus was raised by a she-wolf and was (by some accounts) a demigod son of Mars and a vestal virgin. His twin brother, Remus, is killed when they dispute who should rule the new city they founded.

Romulus au Raa allies himself with wolves (the Howlers) and it allows him to establish his independent Rim Dominion. There’s a further connection to the myth with the god Mars being a starting point (as a “father”) paralleling how it is soldiers of Mars (the planet) that are the foundation for Raa’s new world. Both Mars are the source of a rough beginning, with the twins almost dying in the myth and with the destruction of the Docks. May be a stretch, but there’s still a connection there!

It’s also interesting to note that while Atlas and Romulus are not twins, Atlas is responsible for Romulus’s death as retribution for betraying the Society. It’s almost as if after thousands of years Remus is getting his piece of revenge, ironically using the veil of politics to justify it.

[moutainrusing]

RUE HI REMUS LUPIN IS BAE HE IS GOD ALMIGHTY but anyways can i have a trick please 🥺 thank youuu

(the angst on ao3 isnt sad enough lol)

oh, Gods just wanna have fun (32323 words) by mountainrusing Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Remus Lupin & Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks, Bellatrix Black/Rita Skeeter, Molly Weasley & Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Remus Lupin, Romulus Lupin (Original Character), Molly Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Bellatrix Black, Rita Skeeter, Hope Lupin, Lyall Lupin, Ginny Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Evan Rosier, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, James Potter, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Albus Dumbledore, Fenrir Greyback

Additional Tags: Remus Lupin-centric, Aromantic, Asexual Character, Asexuality, Aromantic Asexual Remus Lupin, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe - Mythology, Women Being Awesome, BAMF Women, BAMF Nymphadora Tonks, Love, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Brotherly Love, Family, Internalized Acephobia, Acephobia, Internalized Misogyny, Misogyny, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Abusive Relationships, Dysfunctional Family, Violence, Blood and Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Eating Disorders, Self-Hatred, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Grief/Mourning, remus doesn't die, he just suffers. eternally., but there is, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Crack, sprinkled here n there, i think it's very comforting n funny n low-key cracked when you get there, Self-Acceptance, Self-Reflection, Pets, moral of the story: love yourself then get a pet then make platonic relationships

Summary: Ginevran Gods are immortal. Immortality is considered the greatest blessing, any other opinion is sacrilegious. They are able to entertain themselves endlessly and suffer zero consequences — violence, sex, drugs, alcohol — what more could they want? They can do it all, forever, and never die. It’s perfection to the highest degree. Remus hates it. But he can’t hate it, that’s wrong, it’s perfect, he’s wrong. —OR, being aromantic and asexual in an uneducated and unaccepting society.

[proxissima]

Ooooh what do you think of afo's backstory? Did you like it or not? Since you like him lots, it would be interesting to hear your opinion. Did you expect anything like this?

Sorry, I didn't mean to reply to this this late; I had half of this typed out last Monday, then the new chapter and life happened.

So... The last few chapters in general have been quite a ride, with very mixed moments and scenes. That tonal whiplash, going from the chapter before that to arguably the most rancid and horrifying backstory in the series so far, was something else.

Ik you didn't ask about my opinion on the chapters before that one, but let it be said that that disbelief was no longer being suspended™. Everything related to Bakugo was just taking me out of the story completely because of how goofy it felt. That being said, I also believe that Horikoshi had written himself into a corner beforehand with Bakugo, because the way his death had been set up, actually keeping him dead would've been a poor choice but his revival now was also... not handled in a way that feels authentic. But all of this is just my opinion.

Anyway, I have to give Horikoshi credit for this chapter about AFO's backstory, because I was genuinely about to check out of the series as a whole, ngl. It was jaw-dropping and it's been a while since a story made me feel as viscerally uncomfortable/disgusted as that past chapter. The circumstances surrounding AFO's birth, that Yoichi and him were actually twins, the comparison between quirks and STI's... Jesus.

There's the obvious parallels of the brothers' story with the myth about Romulus and Remus, which I think is pretty cool.

That chapter was a lot more explicit than what anyone could've seen coming, HK really went all out there. Is it what I'd expected? I mean, I was never really... too concerned about AFO's personal upbringing. I figured he was an entitled, rich asshole by the time he locked Yoichi into the vault, but that's pretty much a given and now basically confirmed. I did like to think he was always like this, raised in a rich family, though I never really committed to that idea, because, ultimately, it doesn't really matter because it all boils down to the same thing.

What heinous crimes he chose to commit later in his life when he needn't to.

AFO's childhood turned out to be utterly horrifying; he lived through deeply traumatising formative years, hunted and scorned by society, before he inevitably turned the tide with his god-like powers and became the scourge of society for his next 100+ years alive, in return.

He's become a supervillain, a mass and serial murderer, and whatever else is in his long list of crimes.

None of it excuses his actions, but the tragic circumstances do leave room to wonder, what if.

He was very much shaped by his mother's death, forcing him to take up the mantle as a caregiver for his twin brother from early infancy, by how he was not just I ignored and failed but actively hunted down by society. This environment led to him seeing himself not as human in the beginning, which turned into a god-complex later in his life.

He's indifferent to the suffering he causes others at best, and really enjoying at worst. He shows no remorse for any of his actions, ever. Look no further than one of the recent past chapters where his face literally split open from the grin he had on it as he was about to kill All Might. Taking 408 into account, as well, he's hunted down and killed each and every individual related to the second OFA user, which makes me wonder what he did with the infants and small children.

((I'd argue that AFO is a narcissistic psychopath and would most likely be diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder (this and malignant/grandiose narcissism are almost indistinguishable from each other). He checks pretty much all the hallmarks for NPD and ASPD:

Saying he's a deceitful person is an understatement. He's a chronic and cunning liar and manipulator. He's been using Shigaraki (whom he'd robbed of his own identity) from early childhood on to sort of fill the role of a substitute for his own brother, but also as a vessel and backup plan, should his body give out, while simultaneously taking revenge on both the seventh and eighth users of OFA.

"Failure to conform to societal norms and laws". ...Lol.

He quite literally started a cult around his persona (#408).

A remarkable lack of empathy. He hardly ever displays real emotions, not even anger in most situations (I'm not sure how much the final battle can be accounted for here, since he was influenced by Shigaraki's hatred, which is what causef give in to his own hatred of All Might to chase after him)...))

[mybrain-fanficedition]

Remus Lupin, aka

Wolfson Wolfy, son of Wolf Wolfy, bitten by the Wolfe of a grey back, is the boy who was tragically turned into a werewolf to everyone's shock and surprise

Wolfson: Remus- From the myth of Remus and Romulus, twins raised by a wolf after a mess with prophecies that led to them getting abandoned. (spoiler: the prophecy came true bc that always happens no matter what in greek and roman myths). Remus and Romulus wanted to found a city so they decided to climb up two close hills and watch for birds. Remus saw 6 (?) first but Romulus saw 11 (?) [don't trust me on the numbers] and so Remus thought that this meant he'd be king and founder of this new city but Romulus argued that since he'd seen more birds he should get a city named after him. They dueled and (oops tw: death/murder) killed Remus in the duel. The city is now called Rome

Wolfy: Lupin- lupus in Latin literally means wolf and lupine (pronounced loo-pin apparently) means wolf like

son of Wolf: Lyall- from Old Scandinavian "Liulfr", "ulfr" literally means "wolf".

Wolfy: Lupin- See above

bitten by the Wolfe: Fenrir- son of Loki, a monstrous wolf who will help fuck up the world at Ragnarök (Norse myths's apocalypse) "resulting in the collapse of humanity and society, and kill the god Odin." (from Wikipedia) ... so like the Fenrir that bit Remus

of a grey back: Greyback- ...this is self explanatory I think

(sources:

Remus and Romulus: I did Latin for 4 years

Lupin: aforementioned latin + i speak french + google to check the latin spelling

Lyall's name is kinda stretching it bc the main source seems to be the Harry Potter wiki guessing at the etymology, a vague wikipedia page and a baby name website but i wanted to include it bc well, it's fun lol

Fenrir: the linked wikipedia article + memory)

[quidfree]

hello, i was the one sending the brothers ask, i thought i should send another one to say sorry because i should have worded it more carefully and been more specific to avoid confusion. What i meant to ask was: the most interesting thing you found in brother relationships in general? and because i found the amount of literary works on this subject is quite few compared to other types of familial relationships, i wanted to know that in your opinion, should there be more works focusing on brother relationships? i just want to clarify what i meant when i sent those questions, you don't have to answer this time. Sorry for making you confused

no need to apologise, i was being a bit flippant in my first response. but i appreciate your explanation.

i think my original point kind of still remains, in that while i can guess what sort of thing you’re thinking of, irl there is such an incredibly vast range of depictions of brotherhood in media that it would be impossible to distill it into something digestible. there’s no simple formula to it.

i also don’t think there’s a lack of brother relationships in literary works- i feel like it’s a pretty dominant category in (western) classics. think romulus and remus, castor and pollux, jacob and esau, abel and cain, and then less in the realm of myth you have your brothers karamazov, death of a salesman, les faux monnayeurs, or those sort of typical the outsiders type boyish gangs of brothers. for me your typical western type would be peter and edmund in narnia. but think of all the edgy brothers of tumblr: the lynch boys, the minyard twins, even the succession trio… and lest we forget the big guns that ive never watched but still know brother drama from: your supernatural boys / sasuke and itachi / alphonse and edward…

not that i’m complaining, mind, i love a sibling relationship in media- that’s why haunting of hill house is one of my longstanding favourite tv shows. though sisters need the brotherly screentime too, beyond your greek tragedies and pride and prejudice or little women. give me sasuke itachi dramatics but girls. shouto touya sisters. and so forth.

what sets brothers aside.. as much as i do think gender is a construct, society definitely places a great deal of value on maintaining that construct, so i think there is some merit in saying brothers have a distinct relationship to that of sisters, more of fostered competition and upholding a certain masculinity, especially in literature. the whole father and son thing refracted, if you will. but that’s a post for another day. point is there def is something to that vibe- edmund is peter’s second, kendall hugs roman until his stitches rip, etc.

i know you said you were an only child, and with that in mind i will say here’s my two cents for you as someone who has a brother: although no two families are the same, i think the fundamental similarity with most sibling relationships is the inherent oddness of knowing that they are the person most like you in the whole world (who else shares so much of your upbringing and your formative experiences) whilst still somehow being so radically definitively not-you. nurture and nature. there’s that dramatic weight and that profound pettiness to having siblings- when people say they’d take a bullet for their sibling but they’d choke them out before they let them play as P1 they’re being totally serious. for my part i feel very privileged to have a brother, despite how deeply annoying the experience has been at various points of my life.

[history-of-europe]

A bit of history of religion in Roman Empire

Have you ever wondered about the intricate tapestry of beliefs that served as the spiritual backbone of the mighty Roman Empire? Enter the world of the Religio Romana, the main religion of ancient Rome, a polytheistic belief system honoring a diverse pantheon of gods and spirits. This exploration delves into the multifaceted aspects of Religio Romana, its role in shaping Roman society, and the transformative influence of Christianity.

Central to Roman religion was the veneration of a pantheon of gods and goddesses, each with distinct roles. Jupiter, the highest god, symbolized the protective force for the state, while Juno safeguarded women and presided over marriage. Mars, the god of war, Mercury, the god of trade, and Vesta, the goddess of the hearth, were among the key deities shaping Roman identity.

The Religio Romana was not static; it embraced a multitude of beliefs, including mystery cults like Judaism and Mithraism. Myths and legends, integral to Roman culture, told tales of Aeneas, Romulus and Remus, and Hercules, forming a foundational narrative connecting Romans to their past and explaining the divine forces shaping their destiny.

Roman religious beliefs were deeply rooted in polytheism, emphasizing the worship of numerous gods and spirits. Practical and contractual in nature, Roman religion operated on the principle of "do ut des" (I give that you might give), with rituals, prayers, and sacrifices central to securing divine favor. Household shrines, communal places for worship, and state-sponsored ceremonies formed a rich tapestry of religious practices.

Religio Romana played a pivotal role in Roman society, serving as a unifying force binding families, subjects to rulers, and individuals to gods. The Romans believed their collective piety (pietas) was essential for securing divine cooperation and benevolence. Emperors recognized the central importance of religion and used it as a tool for political ends, providing not only a spiritual foundation but also a moral and ethical compass for the state.

Incorporating foreign cults was a unique aspect of Roman religious inclusivity. Rather than imposing their beliefs on conquered territories, Romans integrated Greek and foreign gods into their religious practices, adapting myths and iconography in a process known as "interpretatio graeca."

The advent of Christianity marked a seismic shift, with the Edict of Thessalonica declaring it the official state religion. This transition led to the decline of traditional Roman religious practices, impacting art, architecture, and the broader cultural landscape.

While the impact of Roman religion on science and philosophy was complex, it was marked by practicality and a limited spirit of independent research. The Roman approach, based on the principle of "do ut des," did not actively foster scientific innovation. The transition to Christianity further shaped the cultural, social, and political structures of the Roman Empire.

In conclusion, the unraveling of Roman religion reveals not only a historical tapestry but the evolution of belief systems that shaped an empire. Religio Romana, with its pantheon of deities, myths, and rituals, was the spiritual heartbeat of the Roman Empire, reflecting the adaptability of Roman society. The transition to Christianity marked a turning point, leading to the decline of traditional Roman practices and the rise of a new religious and cultural era. As we navigate through the intricate layers of Roman religious traditions, we witness not only a vibrant past but also the enduring legacy that continues to influence our understanding of the ancient world.

[doctordisaster]

I've paged through the notes a little bit and while there's no fkn way I'm going to address all this stuff directly: dear god some of the folks trying to justify their likescolding are unhinged.

"The like button is KILLING THIS SITE"

the like button is as old as this site, idiot. whatever you think the tumblr 'golden age' was, the like button was right there the whole time. looking for the cause of tumblr's downslide and somehow missing yahoo and the porn ban but getting all up in arms about the little red heart is like writing a book called The Fall of the Roman Empire but it's just one page: 'it was that fuckin she-wolf! there's estrogen in wolf milk therefore romulus and remus were soyboy cucks all along.'

Go. Outside.

"there are MORE LIKES than REBLOGS"

yes? of course? because the mental threshold to like something is lower than the threshold to push it in other people's faces? maybe chill the fuck out about your ideal like-to-reblog ratio and look up the concept of the signal-to-noise ratio. the knowledge might help your posts get more traction actually

"People don't ~share things~ anymore we are all so ~isolated~ this is what's ~wrong with society~"

sriously go outside

"You are doing NOTHING to promote my stuff"

This has been firmly covered by others but: Yeah duh, that's not my job. This is my blog where I curate (remember when we were all curators? lol) a particular kind of neat stuff for people to look at. Also bucko it so happens that I do work in marketing. you can't afford me

"you newbies trying to boss around your TUMBLR ELDERS"

c'mon you had to suspect even as you were typing that that if you actually looked it up it would turn out I'd been on the site a solid three years before you

then there's my personal favorite:

...

you kick miette? you kick her body like the football?

came back to tumblr for a week, then went to disneyworld for three days and came back to find that a grumbly paragraph I wrote on a whim while slightly tipsy had become almost certainly the most popular thing I've ever written

[worldcakecakecake]

The Society Of Romulus And Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.  

                                                  Chapter 15

And thus officially their schedule worked as so. Feliciano would pop into Ludwig’s library as if it was his own place, get comfortable, put his feet up…sometimes even take a nap in there…sometimes even when there was nothing to learn, nothing to practice on the terrace. Feliciano would come just for breaks, read, look through his collection, always something taking his interest and filling the day with questions to Ludwig. And Ludwig was not disturbed at all. He would greet him…lately in a kiss of cheeks that…he was still getting used to, recommending him books or items, no problem at all as he answered all his questions, chattering on either until dinner or late in the night. 

Every morning, as Feliciano would wake up, the first thing to excite him was seeing his teacher, rushing to meet him…lately even arriving early to his classes…even when they were supervised ones. In these last few days…Feliciano found himself letting his gaze linger a little too much on Ludwig. His eyes followed him even as he caught just glimpses perhaps from the dining hall or when he was at one of his grandfather’s offices, staring down at his trail through the glasses as he made his way throughout the Society on whatever business he was attending to. He was beginning to find his tallness and robust body somehow protective and warming…dreaming of being drenched in those arms. His eyes intense, being capable of holding him in concentration. He dreamed of staring into them always, connected and lost forever to their depths. When his grandfather insisted his time on other things, Feliciano was angry and pouting the entire time wondering when he could go back to Ludwig, back to their space, their chats and whatever their time could omit. 

Feliciano was beginning to get used to Ludwig’s transformations, sometimes even knowing when they were to come by seeing certain twitches. He had shown him the chamber with the charms that helped to contain it, he even saw it in the works one night where Ludwig couldn't go outside as quickly. But of course, this was not the common answer and there were times that Feliciano watched as Ludwig had no other choice but to bring his transformation to the far forest surrounding the base. He had lately taken to waiting for him by the gates, early or late as it could be, desperate and more than anything wanting to see him walking back, albeit tired and wasted, like he had just come out mauled by yet another pack of werewolves. Luckily, till now, they hadn't met another like the ones that had attacked Feliciano last time. And well…Ludwig was beginning to expect Feliciano there everytime he returned, an embrace, a welcome, a hold of hands that was kind of like a married couple. He was starting to get used to him in a way that he always wanted, someone always there no matter how he would arrive. Days he wasn’t there he felt empty, looking through every corner hoping Feliciano would pop out to surprise him. Even when he was just sitting in his library going through a book, Ludwig just wanted to hold his hand all the time, wanted to kiss those curls, wanted to hold his delicateness for himself and never let him leave this haven they have created. 

Neither still wanted to address what exactly this sudden want meant. Whatever feelings they danced around and avoided as they would turn their heads away when they caught longing gazes. 

There was this route through the surrounding forest of the society, safe, usually taken by many to relax or enjoy the fauna in the area. It was a lovely day, warm, perfect for the stroll Feliciano insisted they took. 

“You know, your grandfather has been really impressed with your progress lately,” Ludwig wanted to mention, with a smile and of course pride, shown in the way he walked beside Feliciano. 

And that was another thing, these compliments, simple, the expected from a teacher, but having Feliciano faltering, blushing and without words to say. “I mean…it’s pretty much the same we did before.” Nothing left an impression on him. 

“Yet, they are so much more detailed, descriptive and knowledgeable…I can tell heavily that you actually care about what you’re being taught this time.” 

“I kind of still don’t to be honest.” 

Ludwig chuckled, “still, what’s so different this time?” 

“Because I’m trying to help you. I really want to get rid of this curse and I want to do it the best way I can.” 

“I admit you’re well reaching that…we might even get the curse broken earlier.” And Feliciano smiled high, this the best of the words he had heard. “And since we have time to spare…you’ve been cleared to make your first field assignment.” 

Feliciano almost stopped the entire track. “Really? I thought I would only be allowed once I reached the next level.” 

“Your grandfather has decided to make an exception, as a reward for your progress. He also says it might help you to go through the next level quicker.” 

Feliciano scoffed, “as if I’m staying that long to do that.” 

Ludwig has taken to chuckling when Feliciano mentions their plan of leaving as soon as the curse is broken. 

“So what is the plan for this field assignment?” There was a jump in his voice, excitement, to fly as they reached the ending of this route. It was at a cliff, a spectacular view of a valley, the sky blue, shining upon it like a jewel they had just found as a reward for their walk. 

Ludwig shrugged, “it’s all your pick. You decide the location, what exactly you want to hunt or research, even who you go with.” 

“I thought you would automatically go with me…being my tutor and all.” 

“Although I do have to guide you through the process, it doesn't necessarily mean you have to choose me as your partner. You could decide to go with your brother, or Gilbert, or Elizabeta, even Keron if you so wished.” 

Feliciano grimaced with disgust at the mention of that name. He was slightly insulted that Ludwig would even suggest him. 

“What? He’s an astounding hunter, one of the best in the Society, even your grandfather praises him.” 

“But also exceptionally rude, disrespectful and even…disgusting.” 

“Disgusting?” 

“I don’t like the way he just plays around with people’s feelings. Taking whoever he wants without a care of how he hurts other people.” 

The way Feliciano hurt, Ludwig thought, “um…have you…?” 

Feliciano jumped in embarrassment, “no, no, of course not! He did ask me out once.” 

For some reason, Ludwig got extremely irked about that, trying to hide it in a simple twitch. 

“I denied it…and he got really angry.” 

“Did he do anything to you?” He got protective. 

“No. He just glared at me for a bit.” 

“Has he tried anything else afterwards?” 

“I think he wants to ask again, but I avoid him at every chance I get.” 

Ludwig smiled and didn’t bother worrying about it longer. 

“But…can I just choose you for the field mission?” He shyly asked. 

Ludwig had to grip his own hands to avoid having a blush spread over. “Are you sure? I can be…pretty strict…and it is a trip you should enjoy.” 

“Sometimes, but it’s not bad. I know I will have a lot of fun with you.” Feliciano gleamed at him with that smile and Ludwig was harshening the grip. 

“It will be just the two of us. We might have to share a room and stick with one another for the entire thing.” 

Feliciano shrugged, “I don’t mind. I want you.” 

And at that phrase, he dared stare into Ludwig’s eyes, the blond caught in his lock, not daring to turn away from such a beautiful and even…seductive shine. 

They both broke it apart before this creeping warmth tried to take them over again. 

Ludwig cleared his throat, “then um…we should go back and start preparing for it.”

Feliciano went himself to tell his grandfather he had chosen Ludwig for the field assignment. He was surprised at first, having been expecting he would send him with Lovino. He didn’t mind though, thinking it a great opportunity actually…but when he talked about rooming…he mentioned he would get them separate rooms. Feliciano found it odd, but guessed it as a perk of being the grandson. Now it was a matter of choosing where and what exactly would they be researching or looking for. For that, Ludwig had welcomed him one day to the library with a whole stack of books, scrolls and pamphlets of recommendations and suggestions, the slam against the table rather startling for the smaller. 

“All right, so,” he very professionally took out a notepad with a pen, surely having filled to the brim with all kinds of ideas. “I recommend we stay somewhere close to the Society, preferably not out of Europe. Places that I can suggest, Brussels, Prague, Geneva, Bath, Edinburgh-” he went on, the cities flying past Feliciano’s head as he reached for one of the many books in the stack…wanting to get his own idea. “-Verona, Bucharest, Bremen, Rome, Sevilla-” 

“Can we go to Venice?” Feliciano interrupted. 

It was the only time Ludwig had released his gaze from the notepad to actually look at him. 

“Venice?” 

“Yeah, is it possible?” Feliciano already seemed so sure. 

“Why specifically?” 

With the pause, Ludwig assumed Feliciano didn’t really have a reason that pertained to what this was actually supposed to be. 

“I want to uh…” he looked around the room for some kind of idea, not really hiding it from Ludwig. “Research how close mermaids can get to human society,” he suddenly turned to Ludwig excitedly. 

Ludwig clicked his tongue, trying to wonder how researching mermaids…and going to Venice…had anything to do with what they had been studying. His grandfather would surely be thinking the same thing. 

“I repeat myself…why?” 

And here Feliciano held onto his uniform, bit his tongue and looked around the room just as a scolded child. “I really…want to go to Venice.” He sounded nervous about it and Ludwig sighed not understanding it. 

“Feliciano, you can really choose wherever you want to go. If it’s Venice, we can make it Venice, just know that it will be difficult convincing your grandfather about it…especially if there’s a personal reason on why you want to go.” He caught him. “Really…why do you want to go to Venice?” 

It took a while for him to answer, looking around the room, surely for some other excuse that wasn’t the truth, but in the end, Feliciano knew he had to answer truthfully, taking a deep breath and just coming clean. “I’ve never been there,” he started, a surprise to Ludwig. 

“I thought you were born there.” 

“I was, but I was only there for a couple of months as a newborn before my parents decided we had to go into hiding in Tuscany. I haven’t been allowed to return since.” 

Of course…sometimes he forgot that aspect of Feliciano’s life. Coming to the Society was probably the very first time he was allowed outside of the villa he had been living in since. 

“...and soon it’s going to be Festa della Sensa and I…really want to go for that…” it was quite charming…how he asked, trying to hide the sure spark of excitement he felt for this. 

Ludwig couldn’t refuse, couldn’t withstand. He sighed, “fine, we’ll do just that then.” 

Feliciano wanted to shrill with happiness, hands together and moving back and forward, holding himself from jumping to the ceiling. Ludwig found it endearing. 

“But why for mermaids?” It still seemed out of nowhere. 

“It’s the only available excuse my grandfather could believe…without expecting much work. Mama loves them and spent a lot of time in the Society working with them and I think my grandfather would assume I did it because of her.” 

“Hm,” Ludwig realized he was right. 

“You honestly thought I would do something with werewolves?” 

“To be honest, yes.” 

Feliciano chuckled, coming…too close, raising a finger under his chin forcing the stare between one another that came. “I have enough with you, caro.” A smirk and like a spell it froze Ludwig in his place. Feliciano turned around and then took some chair to sit, legs raised, quickly getting himself into an artbook…as if nothing. Ludwig was still stuck, wide eyed, red and trying to decipher what just happened. 

Did Feliciano…just flirt with him? Had he dared?...And had he embarrassed himself horribly by not giving any kind of reply. Could he even? With Feliciano…there were so many signs, warnings practically blaring at him not to dare. 

Augusto Valenti’s grandson, one of the heirs to the Society, the man in charge of breaking his curse, five years difference…he was his teacher for god’s sake. 

No, no, no, no, no, no, he turned around and forced himself to focus on whatever preparations he needed to work on and not be swayed by the smirk on his student or the wonderfully lean of his legs. 

They were really daring by going on this trip alone.

Augusto had accepted their request. 

A date and accommodations had been placed and Feliciano was eagerly counting down. An excitement he showed and shared to Kiku and Mathew, having just finished packing and eager to leave that instant. 

“-we’re supposed to be writing a report on mermaids, but we won’t be doing much of that. We’re going to see the city and enjoy the festival and maybe take a gondola ride or we rent a boat and maybe we can even go to Murano-” 

“That all sounds…pretty romantic,” Kiku smirked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I have to agree with Kiku on this. Sounds like the perfect getaway for you and your handsome…werewolf thing,” Mathew teased. 

Feliciano blushed, turning away, “no, no, it’s not like that at all! It’s-it’s…just a research trip…” but he sounded like he himself was doubting it. 

“You sure? I mean, you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with him, your relationship has improved to the point that you rarely come to specifically visit us,” Kiku leaned. 

“And we’ve seen the way you both are between one another when you’re here…absolutely taken and like nothing else exists.” 

Feliciano was blushing so hard he couldn’t even answer, puffing and trying to word something with his arms and hands. “It’s…It’s…” 

The other two began to laugh. 

“It’s nothing! It’s nothing! Nothing is going to happen!” 

“The two of you alone in Venice? I’m definitely expecting something to happen!” 

Feliciano had no way to defend himself, he settled with rolling his eyes and stomping away from the terrace.

It was early, usual hours Ludwig was already awake for but the rest of the Society surely remained in their slumber. He knew it was hours that Feliciano was groggy for and he was expecting him to come to the meeting point dragged and ready to fall asleep on the ground if he felt like it. To his surprise, he came practically skipping, his grandfather by his side sharing the same smile, eager, only a meager rolled suitcase for the adventure. Their car ride still hasn't arrived, but Ludwig knew that any minute now it would come rolling expecting instant boarding. 

“Ah, I see everyone is ready then!” Augusto seemed as excited as if he was coming along. Ludwig nodded and couldn’t escape the smile to see Feliciano so bubbly and expecting. For a moment, Augusto’s smile soured at this, only to be interrupted by the headlights that came. 

There came a member, leaving the car right by them, handing over the keys to Ludwig before they settled off elsewhere after this specific morning duty. 

Feliciano shrilled, “ciao, Nonno! Ti voglio bene!” 

“Write or call if absolutely anything! Take care, caro.” They held and kissed cheeks adoringly. Feliciano then hurried for the passenger seat, still with so much energy and jumpiness Ludwig thought he would tip the car over with it. 

“Please watch over him, protect him at whatever cost.” 

“Will do, sir.” There was no doubt about that. 

“And Ludwig, please,” here he held to his arm, tight, an intense glare directed straight at him, one Ludwig failed to escape from. “Control yourself.” Nothing more. He let go and gave the space for Ludwig to join Feliciano in the car. 

Feliciano put on his headphones and played some music, leaning into his seat to surely nap the sleep he couldn't this morning. Ludwig let him, settling on some public radio, good to keep strengthening his Italian or just hear news about what was going on. 

As they made their way, one meant to be only two hours, Ludwig focused on what Augusto had last told him. 

Control yourself. 

He was trying to decipher what exactly he meant by it. Either it was about his werewolf transformations, maybe the money he was given, maybe not do too much frivolous things in Venice, or maybe…that’s when turned to Feliciano…sound asleep, turned towards him, soft curls falling on his face in a perfect frame, his pink lips seeming to shine and call, peaceful, a body calm and serene. His eyes lingered too long on him…he dared gaze down his body and he bit his lips at the images that suddenly came to his mind. 

No! 

He turned his head back on the road, forbidding himself from looking at him again. 

Get it together! Control yourself! Nothing was going to happen…nothing was going to happen!

The morning was beautiful, barely any presence at such an early hour. They left the car parked at the harbor, taking a ferry that left them right by St. Mark square. Already Feliciano’s eyes glued to everything, barely moving as he tried to take it all in, trying to believe that it was all real, that it was there, the heat on him and the sights as if belonging to him. 

This was not Ludwig’s first time here, one of the many times being when he came looking for Feliciano five years ago. Although yes, Venice was beautiful and always a pleasure to visit, it did not hold that enchantment from long ago. 

He looked at his watch and then the email with all the information concerning where they were going to stay and realized they could check in at this time. Perfect. The name was ‘Al Ponte Antico’, not familiar, but he didn’t think it would be that hard to find. 

“Feliciano, we have to-” he instantly panicked when he didn’t find him right by his side. “Feliciano!” He instantly called, spinning like a mad man looking for any trace of him. He took a breath of relief when he saw him just staring at a kiosk selling flimsy carnival masks for tourists. Sure, they looked beautiful, enough to have Feliciano staring, but they weren’t exactly the real thing. He reminded himself to actually take him to a place where they actually make and sell authentic ones…but not right now. 

“Come on,” he settled by grabbing his arm and pulling him down the square, Feliciano awning and going on with splendor and majesty. Through small alleyways, bridges that went over picturesque canals, colored beautiful buildings and restaurants that begged him to come inside. 

He didn't seem to understand yet how pricey these could be. 

To Ludwig’s surprise, they spotted the Ponte di Realto…and their hotel was right by it. Feliciano only got more excited while Ludwig had to take constant double takes to make sure that they were getting close. Augusto had never sent him to stay so close to a national monument…usually he would stay at the mainland or some far off corner no one bothered coming to. When he saw the entrance to the hotel, Feliciano running in eagerness, he stayed behind making sure that he saw the address and name as it was written in the email. 

This looked…much more fancier than the usual. He came in, looking reluctant, letting Feliciano explore the lobby while he went to the desk. His name was recognized in the system…he was handed everything without issue…he stayed some extra minutes only waiting for them to say that there was something wrong…but that never came. 

Yes…they were actually staying in this place. He was slightly terrified to see their room. 

He signaled Feliciano to come along with him, going up a pristine set of stairs, their room one of the top ones, secluded. Ludwig opened the door to their assigned room, already a hall of riches and art that had Feliciano shouting and running inside to take it to better detail, Ludwig was still stuck as if something was blocking him from entering. He took hesitant steps inside, worried that any would break apart the finery and years of this floor. 

The hall divided two rooms, both with canopy beds of old. Ludwig wondered if he would dare touch that…if he would even sleep in it. It was a decent size, with the typical Venetian flower print on the walls and vases. There were statues and an old mahogany table, wine was already offered and then from the light Ludwig spotted a balcony. He went over, impressed at its largeness and the magnificent view to the grand canal. He heard rushing steps, Feliciano suddenly by his side, eyes widened more than they had been. 

He gasped, “you have this view! I’m jealous!” Feliciano went ahead and took one of the seats there. 

Ludwig wanted to mention that they could just switch rooms if he wanted, but this was all too much to take at the moment and settled instead with taking a seat along him, relaxing and…thinking. 

This was the first time he was giving his own room when it came to doing a mission with other people. There was once where he had to share a single room with three people…being a gentleman and deciding to take the couch. It hadn't been comfortable but he really didn’t want to disturb anyone…especially not knowing when he could transform. 

Rooms were never this elaborate…this luxurious…and private. Why was this time so- he only had to look beside him to see the answer clearly. 

Of course…amato caro nipotino. 

He sighed and just settled with…the holiday this would surely be.

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The Capitoline Wolf suckling the twins Romulus and Remus. Pisa, Italy.

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[segretecose]

Leonard Cohen, Famous Blue Raincoat

The Northman (2022), dir. Robert Eggers

Birgit Anette Olsen, Kin, Clan and Community in Proto-Indo-European Society (pp. 39-180)

Daniele Crespi, Cain Killing Abel (detail, 1620)

Dante Émile, After Abel

The First King (2019), dir. Matteo Rovere

Matthew Nienow, Lupa

Peter Paul Rubens (workshop), Romulus Killing Remus (detail, 17th century)

Racine, The Thebans (transl. Robert Bruce Boswell)

[mitsuki91]

You know in italian 'nephew' and 'grandson' are the same word so I suppose that's why I was confused 🤔 but my headcanon still worked if Felix's dad is president Ravinstill's son instead of brother 😂 So I will adopt it 😂😂😂

I have this headcanon most for the president/dr Gaul relationship because it's... Complicated (as I said I don't really ship them but the ship is reeeally dead dove material, and that's why president Ravinstill let dr Gaul does as she please. It's a mix of guilt and desire, you might say. It's important for their dynamics, to understand their relationship better. In my headcanon president Ravinstill doesn't believe in dr Gaul vision of the word but he can not speak against her, ever).

As for the resentment for the second wedding, no... No one is resentful because in the high society the most important thing is having heirs and so it's natural that mr Ravinstill tries again. President Ravinstill could be disappointed for the lack of heirs in the first marriage, in fact, but the first wife let him know Volumnia Gaul and she blinded him about everything.

As far as Felix headcanons... I too hc him as president Ravinstill's heir and usually that means Coriolanus got close to him only to be able to murder him in the long run and took his place. In one of my fix-it fic Felix actually (this is spoiler but oh well) fell in love with a ballerina, killed dr Gaul with all the others and blackmail president Ravinstill to be free and let Coriolanus have it as the next president 😂😂😂

For your headcanons... They are not mine but they are so intriguing 😍 I always love to find your post on my fyp! I can totally see the Romulus/Remus parallels and I want so bad to see more of Felix and Coryo dynamics 💖 Thank you for writing everything for us 💖

I think you are the only one person who could care about my Ravinstill's family headcanon 😂 So the president has a younger brother who married the sister of dr Gaul as his first wife, but then she died (without children) and he remarried the actual mom of Felix (she is much younger and in my mind president Ravinstill is old and that's why Felix has a so much older uncle). Also this explain how president Ravinstill knows dr Gaul so well (I lowkey ship them okay? 😂 Not in a "good" way but the vibes are there).

... Nothing, I just wanted to share, let me know what you think about it, if you want :3

(I forgot to say that I love your headcanon "president Ravinstill and dr Gaul 'adopted' Felix and they are a very strange family")

A Ravinstill family headcanon that isn't my own? I am blessed.

Well, in the book Felix is Pres. Ravinstill's grandnephew so they are also separated by another generation to explain the age gap (Pres. Ravinstill's brother is Felix's grandfather in book canon), but this is a small detail!

I actually think that Pres. R's brother being attached to Gaul's family though marriage is so interesting! I'd always imagined her as an only child. Do you have any thoughts on her relationship to her sister? Does the Gaul family feel weird about the remarriage (as some families might)? And Gaul and Pres. R meeting partially through Pres. R's brother and Gaul's sister would be interesting to explore! I always have Gaul kind of holding a grudge against Pres. R's brother, but it could be different in your headcanons! Does she have a particular dynamic with him in your head?

Shipping Pres. R and Gaul is so valid to me! We know so little about him, but what we do know is her word goes a long way with him and she somehow influenced him to institute the Hunger Games. There's an implied closeness there!

I am... uh in a weird position where I don't exactly ship them, but they're so intertwined in my mind. They might as well be married, they've definitely fucked, but in my headcanons, Pres. Ravinstill is also gay? My brain creates very hard to explain dynamics lol.

And about my headcanon, thank you! although I'm unsure of it being them adopting him in actuality, and more Max adopting him, Gaul being there, and somehow that making them both absentee parents... Coriolanus is metaphorically Felix's brother in this btw... they're all giving each other so many issues. (this is how I can somehow force Cain and Abel/Romulus and Remus parallels onto Coriolanus and Felix... this is how I can make him more relevant lol)

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Anyway, thanks for the ask! I feel like most of my thoughts are just questions about more details on your headcanon lol! You're free to answer or not! I'm just happy to hear about Ravinstill headcanons!

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so what if i brain rotted a little bit??

New Rome University

Known information about the University (from the Wiki)

Admission:

To get into New Rome University, a Greek demigod has to pass all their high school courses and score well on the SAT.

Have to pass the The Demigod Standard Test of Mad Powers (DSTOMP) which is an exam for Roman demigods.

Most of the content of the DSTOMP is unknown except that Apollo wrote the music and poetry analysis sections.

Description:

New Rome University has a bell tower.

The rooftop has precariously slanted red tiles.

The university's library rivals that of the temples.

Sunlight streams into the main reading room through the oculus, the round skylight in the center of the gilded dome ceiling.

Colorful tile mosaics of deities, famous Romans, and mythical creatures decorate the walls.

One candle lit hallway is paved with stones engraved with the names of lost heroes.

Some of the stones look worn and ancient, but others are brand new.

The library's shelves are chock-full of books and scrolls.

The dorm rooms have bunk beds. (i’m gonna disregard this because it’s stupid)

My Made Up Description of the University:

probably around 800-1,000 students

Both demigods and descendents of demigods

Very small campus in New Rome.

Dorms:

Romulus and Remus Halls

First two dorms on campus, named after the founders of Rome. Twin dorms (right next to each other). Old stone brick. Connected by a hallway between the two dorms.

Called “The Twins” (“where are you rooming?” “oh, I’m in the twins.”)

Doubles

Remus is known as the “shitty dorm” on campus.

Friendly rivalry between the two dorms

House of Minerva

Honor Hall for the Minerva Academic Honor Society (aka “MAHS” pronounced “mash”).

Not super big, but very aesthetic and right near the commons and library.

Doubles

Augustinus Hall

Named after the first president of New Rome University.

Nicest hall on campus.

Rooms are doubles with shared bathrooms between two rooms.

Upperclassmen Dorm (for mostly seniors/fourth years)

Library

Big building on the North side of the Quad.

Large old brick building with large windows.

Windowed dome on the top.

Steps leading up to the large front door.

Commons

Where the dining hall, mailboxes, and bookstore are.

Located right next to the library on the western side.

Dining hall has a gorgeous view of the valley.

Can sit inside or outside depending on what you feel like

Really good food, not stereotypical college food.

Academic Buildings:

Apollo Hall of Visual and Performing Arts

Music hall and art classroom

There’s actually a pretty good performance program

(needs name) Hall of Mathematics and Sciences

(needs name) Hall of Humanities and Languages