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Merciless Wrath

This is a new Emperor Geta imagine requested by anon, thank you all for the lovely feedback on my Gladiator fics so far. I hope you will all like it.

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Part 2

Summary: Geta loves how timid his wife is when it comes to watching the Gladiators. But Hell rises when one of the fighters decides to shoot an arrow and hits the Empress.

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If there was one thing Geta knew would get the people's spirits up and gain both Emperors some favour with their people, it was his wife.

The people's Empress.

Geta had never seen the people rejoice so much as when he married (Y/n). The people loved her; they admired her and her calm nature and philisophic words and how she could settle any argument and bring a sense of calm to Rome.

Which was one of the reasons he had asked her to come to the colosseum today. The people were rejoicing, Rome had expanded her victories and gained another country to govern and rule over. This was a week of victory games of all makes and sizes and extravagance and Geta knew the people would be even more hyped and excited if their Empress showed up.

It hadn't taken much for Geta to convince (Y/n) to come to the games. He knew fighting wasn't something (Y/n) enjoyed to watch. Seeing blood spill over the sand and limbs being torn and discarded. Guts being exposed and spilled onto the floor, screams of anguish and the stench of death. It was all overwhelming and disgruntling for (Y/n) to witness.

She didn't see the pleasurable side of watching men fight to the death and maim and torture one another. She didn't feel that pleasurable ecstasy that her husband and brother in law did when they watched the games.

But (Y/n) didn't want to oppose her husband. He had asked her so sweetly if she would attend the games and be there by his side. How could (Y/n) refuse? When Rome had just expanded her victories and both Emperors were celebrating and being praised, it was (Y/n)'s place to be here beside them. She couldn't stay back in the palace and miss out on the games when she should be showing her support and appreciation.

Which was why she was now stood in the viewing box in the colosseum, her hand entwined with Geta's and her cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder while she tucked herself close into his side. Her right hand curled around his exposed arm and she leant into his side as they overlooked the arena.

She couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips when she glanced up at her husband. The smile he wore was somewhat wicked but devilishly so and it made his eyes narrow and crease as he looked onto their subjects. His lips were painted a pale shade of red and his features were the colour of milk with dark circles drawn around his eyes like a lunar eclipse.

His golden hair was neatly framed around his forehead and ears and the glittering crown he always wore was nestled neatly into his hair, making him every inch a God amongst humans.

(Y/n) liked the way Geta's rings flashed in the bright sunlight when he waved to the people, and the cuff on his left wrist which shone and sparkled like a twinkling star in the middle of the day.

Once the cheering of the crowds simmered down, they each took a step back towards the chairs set out for them. As always, (Y/n) took the centre chair so she was in between both Emperors.

It was so eerily strange to see the way Geta would sit straight with his chin pointed out and a stoic expression. Whereas when (Y/n) looked to her right at Caracalla, he sat like a child. One leg crossed over the other, slouched down in his seat with that sweet smile and his hands tapping away on the arm rests or clapping, depending on how exciteable he was.

Once she was sat down, (Y/n) leaned towards the left so she was nearer to Geta. She liked how, without taking his eyes off the colosseum, he slid his right hand towards her until his fingers curled around her own. He began to glide his thumb along the side of her hand and he squeezed every now and then while his other hand began to run along his chin and down the side of his neck.

"Okay?" He muttered and cast his eyes to the right to look over at (Y/n). Her smile dazzled him and he loved the feeling of her other hand moving so her fingers could trail up and down his arm that she was leaning against.

"Hm." She nodded and leant over to peck his cheek, an action that caused blood to rush to the surface beneath his painted skin.

(Y/n) wasn't going to be watching the games today. She would sit here and show support, but she would only be glancing down at the scene every now and then. She didn't mind seeing the start, the men gearing up to attack and the beginning of them toying and playing the part. But once the blood splattered and wounds were inflicted, (Y/n) would be looking away.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?" Those words, whispered against the side of (Y/n)'s temple took her by surprise.

She could feel her heart igniting in her chest, especially when Geta kissed her temple and nudged his nose against her skin before he leaned back in his chair again.

She turned to face him, noticing that his gaze was trained dead ahead as the first gladiators were being announced, but he spared her a glance when he felt her staring. And the sight of her smiling bashfully made Geta's lips quirk up to one side.

"You might have mentioned it once or twice." (Y/n) was sure he had told her at least four times already, but each time he did he made her heart fluctuate and had adrenaline swarming through her system.

When the first game began, (Y/n) tried to watch. She clenched her hand around Geta's and sat forward in her seat to try and see properly. She may as well show an interest until the wounds started to become inflicted and she would have to look away.

It was soothing to feel Geta's hand periodically squeezing hers and how his fingers would dance and tap against her skin like he had far too much energy or as if he wanted to join in the games. That would be too dangerous, of course, but (Y/n) had seen Geta when he trained. He was a vision with a sword and even more so with that devilish smile and his opponent on their knees begging for their life.

It didn't take long for the blood to be shed.

A few minutes, if that, of prancing around the arena, taking little jibes and swipes at each other. That all came to an end when the shorter fighter made a move and sliced a cut against his opponent's arm.

(Y/n) was okay for the first minute or two, being in this viewing box game the perfect angle and view of all the colosseum, but it did have the advantage of being high up and far off. She didn't have to see the wounds up close or see the damage clearly.

But being up here did mean that when one man struck his sword right through the other's abdomen, (Y/n) saw the blade come out flush the other side of the man's back.

Her stomach churned and she did her best to steel her expression while she turned to look at Geta instead.

He was used to it by now. In fact, Geta loved that whenever they witnessed the games, he would always find his wife staring at him. It was enticing and invigorating to watch the games knowing that his wife had decided to study his features instead.

He would often turn and see her smiling at him or find a lost, dazed look in her eyes. Sometimes he felt (Y/n) lean her chin on his shoulder and she would begin to trace the scars, marks and freckles on his skin. She would draw patterns across his skin and leave little kisses here and there and simply get lost looking at him until the games came to an end.

(Y/n) shuddered a little when Caracalla's excited chanting of "Kill him!" broke through the air, but she managed a smile and kept her eyes on Geta. Who leaned forward to watch the gladiator's demise.

(Y/n) kept drifting her eyes around the arena and then looking back to her husband as the next game began.

These two opponents were more rugged and ruthless than the last. They began by roaring and baring their sharpened, blackened teeth and they wasted no time in using the instruments they had been given to beat one another.

She found it interesting how easily these men were willing to fight, knowing they had a high chance of death. Their morals were very disgruntled, in (Y/n)'s opinion.

She turned her head at the wrong moment.

Her eyes cast down to the arena at the precise moment one man sliced his sword through the other's arm. His hand and wrist fell to the floor in one swift movement and a large splurt of blood began to paint the sand.

A gasp broke past (Y/n)'s lips and she quickly spun to the left as a tremor rattled through her. Both hands surged up to deadlock in Geta's robes and she buried her face into his chest, not caring how childish it made her look or who saw her.

A crooked grin spread across Geta's lips and he took the time to look down at his cherished wife before he looked back at the arena. He slouched back in his chair just a little and moved his right hand until his hand was cupping the back of (Y/n)'s neck and he could weave his fingers into her tendrils of hair. His touch was light and soft and he tilted his head down to peck the top of her head while his other hand began to glide up and down her arm.

It pleased him how she stuck to him and burrowed into him when she didn't want to witness the massacre. It made him feel loved and protective over her, how she sought comfort in him like this.

His fingers continued to stroke through her hair and his thumb brushed the back of her neck. His other hand remained on her arm, drawing patterns and creating a distraction for her to focus on while his sights remained on the game.

Although Geta's eyes did glance down towards his wife when he felt her move. She finally pulled her face up from where she was burrowed into his chest so she could stare up at him with her chin pressing lightly against his sternum. His hand remained still at the back of her neck and he inclined his head to the side, silently urging her to speak.

"I- I'm sorry, I can't watch-"

"Don't apologise for not having a violent heart. It's endearing." Each word was murmured against her temple and it caused (Y/n)'s stomach to jump with delight.

He found her lack of violence endearing. He loved how she shied away into him and couldn't bear to watch the torment and slaughter. He loved how compassionate his wife was and how she was being herself so freely before him and their people.

Once the fight finally ended and what was left of both men were dragged from the arena, (Y/n) pushed up from Geta's chest, but she stayed close to his side. She sat with one leg crossed over the other and her body leaning to the left so she was able to move both hands and curl them around Geta's arm.

Her eyes flitted about the arena and the colosseum, taking in the sights of the people cheering, leering and sitting forward in their seats to witness the next game with vigor.

Her fingers began to tap and parade across Geta's arm in an attempt to keep her mind off the next fight happening down in the arena. Every now and then, (Y/n) snook a glance at the fighters. There were more of them this time. Six gladiators, all with different weapons.

They were spaced around the arena, clearly trying to perform a longer fight to gain more attention from the crowds and create a more sumptous fight.

Some had shields, a few had swords or small thin blades. And one had a bow and arrow. That seemed unfair. Such a unique instrument needed distance to be used, but if the other gladiators got too close, it wouldn't be easy to hit them with an arrow. The instrument would have to be used like a spear instead and impaled by hand to make a difference.

This game seemed to be fuelled by chaos. (Y/n) pulled away from Geta a little so she could look down on the gladiators. They were moving too fast to keep an eye on who was who and which one had which weapon.

Blood painted the sand but the wounds were inflicted too fast for anyone to see who had been hit and where.

There seemed to be confusion around the colosseum, but (Y/n) couldn't make head nor tail of anything that was happening. She could hear Caracalla's fingers drumming away on the wooden arm rests of his chair, clearly becoming impatient and possibly a little riled up. And she knew Geta was sat up straight once again with his head tilted forward so he could try and decipher the game and who the victor might be.

Raised voices started to brood within the arena, but (Y/n) couldn't work out why, and she wasn't so sure anyone else in the colosseum understood either. No one knew why people were shouting from within the tunnels and windows within the base of the arena. No one knew why people were trying to open the gates when only one gladiator had fallen so far.

But then it happened.

An arrow, shot from one gladiator in the arena which wasn't aimed at any of his opponents.

The glimmering silver arrowhead pierced the sky like a bolt of lightning but it was so fast no one really saw it move. They only heard the wind breaking apart as the arrow broke through the amosphere.

(Y/n) had no time to move or gasp or even see what was happening before it was too late. The arrow hit her. The sharpened metal arrowhead pierced through her skin and hit her with such force that her body shifted and her back slammed back into the chair.

Her head slammed back into the wooden chair with enough force to cause her vision to blackout. Her body trembled but somehow stayed rigid in place and her heels slammed down into the floor as if to steady herself.

She screamed. A horrible, deafening sound that cut Geta right to the core as if the arrow had impaled him instead.

Geta twisted to the right, both hands grappling with the arm rest as he leaned over his chair to look at his wife. It was hard to keep his eyes on (Y/n) when he could hear everything else going on around them and he was desperate to look around the colosseum. He wanted to see the gladiators, to work out which one had stepped so far out of line that they were already dead. He wanted to see if people were trying to move and get closer or if they were trying to evacuate the colosseum.

But when he forced his darkened eyes to look at his wife, all the air seemed to block Geta's throat and his chest convulsed as his nose crinkled in unbridled horror.

Someone had shot his wife. An arrow had been aimed at them, right at the viewing box where no one was supposed to be able to reach or harm them from up here. An arrow had been aimed with such precision that it had pierced (Y/n)'s skin rather than simply passing her by or hitting the chair or the glasses of wine beside them.

Had they been aiming for (Y/n), or simply trying to hit anyone in the viewing box? It didn't really matter. Whoever shot this arrow had sealed their own fate. Geta would take heads for this.

He could hear Caracalla screaming and it only enraged him further. He didn't need people screaming, he needed them to help.

(Y/n) emmitted another scream before Geta even dared to reach his hand closer to the wound. Her body began to tremble but all Geta could do was stare at the arrow impaled in her skin.

It had gone completely through and come out the other side and the end of the arrow was imbedded in the wooden chair. She was pinned; skewered like a piece of butchered meat. It was two inches below her shoulder, just above her collar bone.

The sight of the blood was what made Geta's stomach churn. Blood and guts never bothered him, it was a sight he somewhat craved to see. But never like this. A droplet of his wife's blood being spilled in such a manner made him feel sickened. It was abhorant.

When (Y/n) screamed again and her body broke out in trembles, Geta scrambled out of his seat and moved so he was hovering in front of her. Slightly hunkered down until their knees were touching and he was all that she could see. Becoming a protective shield in front of her, just in case any more arrows or weapons were shot their way.

"G-Geta… oow…" A broken whine left (Y/n)'s wet lips as she looked from her husband to the arrow imbedded in her skin.

It hurt. It hurt so much. All the blood pumping around her body seemed to be circulating to her shoulder and no where else. All she could feel was the trickling of blood slithering down her chest and the agony that was throbbing in her shoulder and throughout her chest.

She couldn't stop the shaking that was making her rattle back and forth against the chair.

Had this ever happened to anyone before? Had any other Empress or Emperor been subjected to such cruelty whilst watching the games like this? She was supposed to be safe up here, protected. The gladiators shouldn't be aiming up here, they knew better, they knew they would be tortured for even attempting this. Let alone managing to wound anyone of royal blood like this.

"Okay, okay stay still. Shh, love."

Geta reached a tense, cold hand up so he could cup the side of (Y/n)'s face that was stained with tears and becoming flushed and glistening with sweat with each passing second.

His other hand gripped her right arm with fever and he tried to look at the wound.

What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to help her? He had no knowledge of this. Geta was trained and brought up on how to rule and govern his people, not on how to treat fatal wounds such as this.

"Get a healer!" Geta's voice boomed and echoed off the stone walls and his face started to turn scarlet, rising through the painted white make up that became almost non-existent compared to the amount of blood rushing to the surface.

His lips began to blush and his teeth sank down into his lower lip until blood was sticking to his teeth and welling up over his lips.

He was glad when everyone in the viewing box began to dissipate. Caracalla was guided out with Acacius and his wife while the two Senates at the back of the box left almost immediately, trying to push their way out first as if they feared a stray arrow aiming for them.

Only two guards remained in the box and Geta found the urge to dismiss them. They had been rendered useless. They hadn't helped stop the gladiator from causing this or stopping the arrow from hitting the Empress. They couldn't do much help now.

Another wave of tears poured down (Y/n)'s face and she tried to lean her cheek into Geta's palm, but she couldn't focus on anything but the pain. Her vision was starting to blurr before her and she could scarcely make out the golden hues of Geta's hair and robes. He was starting to look like a mirage in before her.

Geta scanned his eyes around the box, looking in vain to find something useful but he wasn't even sure what he was searching for.

How could he help her? What could he do? What was here that he could use to his advantage to make this better until the healer arrived?

There was a cloth resting on the table beneath a bowl of dried fruits and a pitcher of wine. With one swift pull, Geta tore the cloth from beneath the bowls and pushed up higher so he was level with the wound that was making him sick to his stomach.

"Okay, sweetheart I need to stop the bleeding."

(Y/n) seemed to both understand and confuse what Geta was saying at the same time. For when he scrunched up the cloth and pressed it down around the arrow, her mind seemed to short-circuit. Her body writhed as much as she could with her upper half pinned to the chair and her body turning on fire with each passing second.

A dribble of blood trickled past her lips when Geta pressed down hard on the wound and something feeble and croaky whined at the back of her throat. Both her hands moved to grip Geta's wrist and she tried in vain to push him back, to get him to relent because the feeling was agony. The pressure was too much, it felt like he was forcing the arrow further into the wound.

She didn't care if she bled out, she just needed everything to stop.

Her nails scratched into his wrist and she tried to push forward until the searing pain caused a white noise to blister in her ears.

"Shh, shh I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have to." The last thing Geta wanted was to hurt her, but he couldn't just sit here and let her bleed out.

He could feel tears welling in his eyes as he moved his right hand to press down on (Y/n)'s good shoulder while his other hand tried to keep the cloth pressed around the arrow that was making him feel infuriated with each passing second.

The cloth was turning red. The same shade as the silk woven into his robes. What was once crystal white was now splotched red and soon the entire cloth would be one big mess or crimson. It was a sight that churned Geta's stomach.

The harder he pressed, the more blood he could feel coating his fingers and becoming stuck beneath his nails like tar. And the more blood that coated his hand, the worse Geta began to feel.

He was going to lose her.

He was going to lose the most important person in his life simply because he didn't know what to do and someone had decided to hurt her. She didn't deserve this. That arrow should have been impaled into Geta, not her. Not his Empress.

When the word "Hurts," spluttered past (Y/n)'s lips, a choked sound emmitted from Geta in response. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing beneath his skin as he moved his hand back up to cradle the side of her face now that she wasn't thrashing or moving in her chair.

Instead, (Y/n)'s right hand was shakily clasped around Geta's wrist and her other hand was now gripping his other elbow. Her feet were scraping into the stone floor to try and steady herself while her back merged up against the back of the chair. Her chin tilted down as blood and saliva froffed past her lips and tears drenched her face.

Each breath she took made a horrible gasping, wheezing sound and her chest rose and fell so shallow Geta barely noticed the movements.

"Where's the healer?!" His voice raged out as his head snapped to look behind the chair his wife was now pinned against so he could see the two useless guards.

Why wasn't a healer here already? Why wasn't his wife already being seen to? What were they even doing?

"Emperor we- we don't have those kind of healers here in the colosseum."

The only healers they had at the colosseum were the basic ones. It wasn't in their interests to try and save every gladiator that got mortally wounded here in the colosseum. They patched up those who were fit to fight another day and they sent those who weren't down to the cells to live out their last hours.

The kind of healer the Emperor needed was one that would usually be on standby at the palace for the Royals or those who had enough money to pay for that kind of healing. Healers like that didn't wait around the colosseum, no one here had the means to pay for them.

"Then get one!"

They needed to speed up. They needed to get that healer now or heads were going to roll down the steps of the palace if the Empress wasn't saved. Geta would burn down all of Rome if his wife wasn't healed in time. Either they saved her or many of Rome would lose their lives.

When (Y/n)'s hand tightened around Geta's wrist, he looked back up at her with furrowed brows. He was met with frightened, watering eyes that made his stomach clench and had his chest tightening and wavering.

A bubbling cry left (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to tilt her head forward more towards Geta. Her fingers were leaving bruises on his wrist, but he didn't relent from the pressure he was applying to her wound. He couldn't. He wouldn't let her bleed out here and now. Not like this.

Pushing forward, he moved his hand round to cup the back of her neck and he attached his lips to her temple as he tried to think. He hushed each breath against her flushed temple, trying in vain to calm her down just a little while a thought came to his mind.

He tightened his hand around the back of (Y/n)'s neck and gently inched her head forward until her temple was pressing into his shoulder. It allowed him to look over her back and see the back of the wound. Blood was already soaked into the back of her dress and leaving a trail down her waist.

He couldn't let her bleed out in this chair.

He finally released the pressure from her wound so he could hold his hand out at his side and click his fingers towards one of the guards.

"Knife, now."

When one of them handed him the thin knife that had been resting by the fruit bowl, Geta moved it down towards the arrow.

He heard (Y/n) mutter his name in confusion, each strangled breath fanning against his shoulder so he could feel her hot breath on his skin. Her lips were burrowed against his shoulder, dampening down her cries as she was too distressed and dazed to try and lift her head to find out what her husband was trying to do.

A howl left (Y/n)'s lips and her body began to tremble and writhe when she felt the arrow move. It was only a small jolt up and down but it was enough to set fire to her nerves that felt like they were shrivelling up into nothing.

But she was surprised when she flopped against Geta and felt no resistance. Her body wasn't being pinned back anymore. When she leant forward, her body followed her head and she fell into Geta's chest with a thud and her left arm weakly curved around the back of his neck. While her other arm stayed pinned between their chests, too agonised to lift the limb very far.

Geta cut the end of the arrow. He couldn't care less about the arrowhead that was still imbedded in the chair. He just had to free his wife so he could remove her from here and find a healer.

He had to move her now.

"Find me that healer." His words were dangerous and one guard automatically bolted to try and source out any kind of healer. One had been sent for, but there was no telling where said healer was or how long it would take for them to get here.

Geta's attention moved back down to (Y/n) as he cocooned his left arm around her waist and his right arm pinned over the back of her thighs. He slid her off the chair until she was leant into his chest and slumped over his lap, allowing him to pick her up bridal style.

He had done this a few times, but never like this. Never when his wife was on the brink of death.

Her face burrowed into his shoulder, but she could still see the arrow sticking out of the cloth that had been wrapped around the wound to try and stem the bleeding. She could see the shaved feathers on the end of the wood to help it soar through the air like a message from the Gods.

Had she done something to offend them? Was this some kind of punishment? Was (Y/n) truly going to die from this affliction?

If that were so, then (Y/n) wanted to stay in Geta's arms. She wanted to stay in his embrace if she was dying. She wanted to die with him as close as possible, guiding her into the next life.

That thought had tears trickling down her features and soaking into Geta's robes and the moment he felt her tears, his brows furrowed and he glanced down at her. She didn't need to be crying. She shouldn't be afraid, he was going to get her help. He was going to make sure that she was okay. He had to.

He did his best not to move (Y/n) too much as he stormed out into the corridor and followed the guards urging him their way. Hopefully they had a healer nearby or some destination in mind that would help.

It was hard to control himself, to not start screaming in torture and to stop from digging his hands into (Y/n)'s flesh and leaving marks and bruises in his wake. He didn't want to hurt her. That was the last thing on his mind, but he felt like if he didn't hold her tight enough, then she might slip away from him forever.

When he turned a sharp corner, he let his gaze fall down to his wife when he realised she wasn't crying or sniffling into his shoulder anymore.

"Hey, hey you keep those eyes on me. You hear me?" There was something authoritiative in his voice that sent shivers coursing through what was left of (Y/n)'s nerves. It made her do her best to blink and try to look up at him, but it was hard.

Her left arm that was loosely draped around the back of his neck twitched and her fingers tried to move and brush against the back of his neck.

Geta began to shake his head from left to right when he realised where the guards were taking him.

They were guiding him out of the colosseum. There was no healer nearby. They would be trying to usher him back to the palace. If that was their plan they'd better move at lightning speed because Geta was willing to kill everyone who failed to help save his wife, no matter how little their roles were in this trifling day.

"(Y/n)!" He seethed through gritted teeth the moment he stepped out the doors and was faced with a carriage waiting to take them back to the palace which was thankfully nearby. "Sweetheart, please, please stay awake."

Tears glistened in his eyes and he almost screamed when one of the guards tried to help him. He didn't want help carrying his wife, he wanted help finding a healer and arranging help.

He eased down into the carriage with (Y/n) laid across his lap, her cheek still resting on his shoulder and his arms encased around her body to hold her close. He didn't want to let her go. Not for a moment.

"Hold on for me, hm? I love you." His words were hushed against her temple as he began swaying them both from left to right.

And he tried to make sure she was stable with his left am propping her up against him so that his right hand could try and apply pressure to the wound once again. He hated the little mewl that it caused her to emmit but at least the pain was keeping her somewhat conscious and alert with him. His lips attached to her burning temple and he tried to close his eyes.

But all Geta saw when he closed his eyes was the vision of blood. He could see the blood painting her golden dress that she only wore to match him and show her support of her Emperors and of Rome. The beautiful golden thread and silk were tainted with so much blood that it looked positively black.

As insisted and expected, it didn't take long to get back to the palace which was only a short trip away. Any longer and (Y/n) might not have made the journey back.

The moment the coach pulled up and the door opened, Geta clambered down with his wife still tucked up in his arms.

The words "I love you," were whispered against the top of her head over and over as at least six guards surrounded him to provide assistance and guidance as they stormed into the palace.

It surprised Geta to find Caracalla and General Acacius already here in the palace, but then again, they had been ushered out first. And they looked so fragile and out of breath that they couldn't have been here very long. A few minutes at most.

"This way, Emperor."

Geta's steely eyes tore away from them both and he looked ahead to where the guards were guiding him.

Each step felt like a step closer to Hell. He felt like he was guiding his wife personally to her demise. All he wanted to do was save her but Geta wasn't so sure anymore that it was possible.

Tears streamed down his face, slithering and melting into the make up that was starting to fade and run down towards his neck. Allowing streaks of bright pink and red to light up his features like scratches where the blood was rising to the surface.

He followed the guards down another corridor, sure that he could hear his twin somewhere close behind them. Geta's sandals echoed and stomped against the marble floor that was littered with droplets of blood like breadcrumbs to find their way back to the carriage.

But just as he neared the room all the guards seemed to be surrounding, Geta's steps faltered and his eyes snapped down to look at his wife.

Her cheek was still pressed against his shoulder, but her eyes had rolled to the back of her head.

And he couldn't feel her breaths on his skin anymore.

His rabid eyes scanned across her face and chest a million times, but she wasn't breathing. He was sure of it.

"No, no don't do this to me!"

A rendition of "You can't do this!" And "You're not allowed to leave me!" Roared past Geta's lips as he stormed towards the room that felt like his last beacon of hope. His last glimpse at salvation before he lost himself into oblivion.

His body was shaking, seething with anger, betrayal, panic and absolute desperation as he barrelled into the drawing room and collapsed down on his knees on the floor. He laid (Y/n) over his lap, refusing to move his arms from around her. He couldn't let them take her in case he never got her back again.

"She isn't breathing- do something!"

Everyone in the room flinched at his tone and his barbaric expression which told them that if the Empress didn't live, then none of them were going to leave this room. Their only chance at salvation was to save (Y/n).

Guards posted either side of the door which slammed closed right after Caracalla and General Acacius hurried inside.

Two healers were stood at the far table, concoctions and remedies laid out before them that they were trying to perfect with trembling hands. And Caracalla moved so he was stood close enough to his twin that his presence was felt, but not close enough to reach out. He didn't know what to do. One arm bound around his waist and the other pinned his hand against his mouth so he could bite down on his thumb anxiously.

A third healer knelt down in front of Geta who he looked to for permission before he dared to reach out and touch the Empress.

He seemed to agree that she wasn't breathing- as if Geta was stupid enough to mistake something like that.

There was no time for Geta to question or ask what was on the rag that the healer was now pressing over (Y/n)'s mouth and nose. Or the tonic he dripped into her mouth and the salts he wafted beneath her nose. The utter concoction seemed to do the trick in shocking (Y/n)'s system as a strangled, desperate breath caused her chest to inflate and her head pressed back against Geta's shoulder suddenly.

With his hand cradling the side of her face, Geta held (Y/n) close and attached his lips desperately to the top of her head. He pressed kiss after kiss against her temple and hairline and did his best not to start rocking back and forth as that would disrupt the healer before him.

Tears streamed down his features as he tried his best to control his own breathing and settle his system. But (Y/n) was frightening him. He had never been this frightened of anyone dying before. He had been saddened when his mother passed, joyful when his father died and slightly inconvenienced when any servants passed who he was close to.

But Geta knew if he lost his twin or his wife, then his world would end too. He would burn down all of Rome and then kill himself if he lost them.

"On the sofa, if you will, sire."

Geta didn't need to be told twice. He slipped his arms back around (Y/n)'s frame properly and eased her up from his lap so she was properly in his arms once again. His lips glued against her temple and he moved to lay her down on the sofa in the corner of the room.

Once she was laid out, he moved to sit behind her and laid her head on his lap wit his hand brushing up and down her arm to try and keep her soothed and calm.

He hated each whimper and mewl that she let out when the healer touched the arrow and tried to assess the damage to know how to treat her.

"The opium; a lot of it." The healer waved his hand at one of his fellow colleagues behind him but he didn't like the look he was faced with when he glanced up at the Emperor.

"Is that wise?" Geta didn't want to contradict a healer, he truly didn't because this wasn't his forte. He wasn't sure how this could be treated or how they were going to save his wife. But he knew what opium would do. Geta knew it would render his wife unconscious in a deep sleep that would be hard to wake her from.

That wasn't the problem. The issue was that she had just stopped breathing. Giving her opium might induce that breathless state again, Geta didn't want her to be sedated and then needing to be woken up by strong substances again or by lethal forces if she stopped breathing.

"I have to remove the arrow, Emperor. The opium is necessary, I fear the pain would kill her." He hated to be so blunt, but if they didn't sedate her and she stayed conscious, the pain might be too much for (Y/n)'s heart to take.

She was already close to death as it was. Another burst of pain, another bout of bloodloss and she could die and they would have a hard time bringing her back round again.

Geta silently nodded his head and moved his hands down to rub up and down (Y/n)'s arms. He felt the way she writhed on his lap and he leaned over her so he could press his lips to her forehead.

He was sure she tried to murmur his name and he hummed against her temple, trying to keep her calm while the healer got a vile of opium ready.

"Take this, sweetheart, and you'll feel better. I'm not leaving you, I promise. I won't go anywhere."

Geta knew she hated being alone, much less being alone and in agony like this. But he wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't leaving her for one single moment until he knew that she was out of harms way and the Gods weren't going to try and claim her.

He would pray. If that's what the Gods demanded, Geta would pray right here and now. He would take pilgrimage down to the temples and pray to each and every God in Rome if they would spare his wife. Once she was better, he would pray and leave gifts and sacrifices at their temples if they would do him the honour of sparing his life and letting him life without a broken heart. He couldn't lose her.

She was Geta's heart and soul and if anything happened to her, then all of Rome would suffer under his merciless wrath.

His thumb glided across (Y/n)'s cheek while the healer held a vile of opium to her lips. Geta coaxed her to take the drug while his lips stayed against her temple and his thumb moved to brush along her lower lip that was smeared with blood as she coughed once the drug was in her system.

It didn't take long for her body to go lax and still against him and the sight was horrifying because there was on guarantee that she would wake up.

Geta didn't even know what her last words had been to him. Had it been his name? Had it been a cry of agony? Had it been her telling him how much torturous pain she was in?

The thought had him in tears once again and he brushed his arm beneath his eyes and across his face. Smearing make up across his face until streaks of white, red and black smudges were painted across his face.

Another healer came to hover by for added assistance and watched with a little too much eagerness for Geta's liking.

Geta rolled his lips together and braced himself when he watched the healer checking the arrow. He seemed to make sure the cut at the back of the arrow was clean and it was a clear cut through (Y/n)'s skin. He checked for any bone damage, none of which could be found.

He then braced one hand on (Y/n)'s right shoulder and the other gripped the end of the wooden arrow that had caused so much anguish in Rome today.

Geta couldn't help the way he grimaced and coughed in despair when the arrow was yanked free from his wife's skin with one swift tug. The healer examined the stick of wood which thankfully hadn't broken or splintered, making their work much easier. But when he went to discard it, Geta surged across and took it.

He set the arrow down behind him on the small table. Geta needed that. When the gladiator was caught who had caused this disgrace, Geta would be using that arrow on him. He would show him where it could be impaled to cause the maximum amount of pain. He would make the gladiator see his Empress's blood and see why his death would be so very painful and enduring.

"If you could, Emperor."

Those words brought Geta out of his thoughts and he frowned, unsure what he was being asked until he looked down at the healer's hands.

He nodded and helped to turn (Y/n) onto her left side so her cheek was pressing into his thigh. One hand stayed on her chest and the other held her lower back to keep her in place, allowing the healer a clear view of both sides of the wound that was now pouring blood down her dress.

A grunt of disproval left Geta's lips when the healer slid the strap of (Y/n)'s dress from her shoulder to expose the wound properly. He restrained himself from digging his fingers into her flesh again and from pushing the healer away from his wife. He didn't want anyone touching her, but he didn't seem to have a choice.

Geta was rather relieved she had been given the opium now. As much as it made him fear her eyes never opening again and her breaths ceasing to exist, they were right. It was better for her this way. Tearing the arrow from her skin would have sent her into shock.

And now, with the healer slowly stitching up the small circular wounds on her back and chest, it would have driven (Y/n) into maddening agony if she had been awake or somewhat lucid for this.

The skin was already starting to swell once the thread was binding her skin together which had gone tight like a canvas being pulled too tight over a wooden frame.

"This paste should prevent infection and quicken the healing." The thick herbal paste the healer lathered on both wounds looked sickly and gut wrenching, but Geta didn't care as long as it worked.

He watched with growing distaste as the paste was lathered onto (Y/n)'s bruised skin and a roll of bandage was carefully applied to her skin. Two thick bandages were wound over and under her armpit and across her collar bone to cover the expanse of the wound and it looked rather tight, but Geta supposed that was the point.

"When she wakes we will give her some tonic, and she shouldn't move her arm too much until the wound heals."

"You'll stay to observe her." It was more of an order than a request, but there was a sense of vulnerability in Geta's voice that caused the healer to smile softly. His Emperor looked fragile rather than frightening when he spoke just now.

"Of course, sir." None of the healers would be going anywhere until the Empress was out of danger. They would be here for the next few days, they suspected.

Geta wanted them nearby just in case anything were to go wrong or (Y/n) took a sudden turn. But he would be the one applying the paste to her wounds and changing her bandages when she needed them. He wasn't going to be leaving her sights, he would be the one caring for her. None of the maids or servants were going to get close to the Empress for the next few weeks.

The healer retreated to the corner table, busying himself with preparing some tonics and more paste for when the Empress would stir.

General Acacius took a step closer to the Emperor, his hands bound in front of him and a sense of panic on his face when he looked at Geta. The Emperor looked like he was starting to shake. He had one hand carding through his wife's hair, but his other hand was clenched into a fist which was pressed against his mouth as if to stop himself from screaming.

And when Geta's head snapped towards the general, a fiery vengeance could be seen burning within his darkened pupils.

"Find the one who did this! I want to string up the barbaric hound myself for what he's done to her!"

He wanted the gladiator responsible brought to the palace so Geta could deal with him personally. He would bleed him dry and quarter him and burn him and throw him to the dogs. Geta would do anything and everything he possibly could to inflict the worst pain onto the barbarian who thought he could get away with trying to murder the Empress.

He wasn't going to get away with this.

[st4rg8te]

Twisted Affections (GL) (P. 2)

Yandere! Emperor's Mistress X Empress! Reader

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The lessons that had been instilled in you since birth resurfaced in your mind: ‘The Mother of the Nation should be dignified, elegant, and composed. She should never show any sign of weakness in front of her subjects.’ 

But you couldn’t help but break in her embrace.

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P. 1: x

[tw: adultery, s*xism, domestic abuse, gaslighting, slight description of blood/injury]

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"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I swear I had checked the quality of the shoes and dresses before they were sent to Lady Lucia. The measurements were all verified!"

Mary knelt in front of you with her head bowed, her face buried deep in her hands as she sobbed loudly. At the display, you could only sigh wearily in response. 

The doctor’s words echoed in your mind.

There were blisters and cuts on Lucia's feet from the ill-fitting slippers, but her walking all the way across the palace grounds to visit you had worsened her injuries. A strange form of guilt began to eat away at your conscience.

“Could… could it have been deliberate?” your maid muttered. “How could she bleed so much from those shoes?”

“Silence. Prepare some tea and bring Lady Lucia to the drawing room. I will join her shortly."

If that woman had injured herself just to implicate you, then she was far more dangerous than you had imagined.

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You couldn’t help but feel as though you had stepped into a trap. 

Unease settled on your shoulders like a heavy blanket. Before you laid an assortment of cakes and other pastries, all neatly arranged on the small round table. Once the servants finished setting them out, they quickly retreated out the door.

Silence enveloped the room as you stared at the blonde woman across from you, trying to gauge on how to proceed with this strange situation.

Lucia sat with her hands pressed against her pink cheeks, staring at you, a bright smile still plastered onto her face as if nothing had happened. 

Thankfully, earlier, you had managed to snap out of your horror-filled daze and called for a physician, which the palace maids were quick enough to comply with. No one wanted to face their Emperor's wrath if he learned that his favored concubine had been injured, and least of all, you.

The one he hated the most.

You set your teacup down with a soft clink, forcing yourself to break the stifling tension that hung between the two of you first, “...How are your injuries now, Lady Lucia?” 

If you didn't know any better, you would have thought that she had heard the happiest news in the world with the way she beamed at your question. Lucia leaned forward so that her entire weight rested on her forearms, her blonde curls falling over her bare shoulders.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm feeling much better now.”

You nodded stiffly in response, "Good. That's good to hear."

But beneath that facade of yours, there was a burning anger simmering within you. 

You hated her. 

You hated your husband even more, for bringing a woman like her into the palace. You had swallowed your feelings for so long, bottled them up until they festered. And sitting here, watching Lucia try to make conversation, only reminded you of how wretched your situation really was.

Not to mention, she had successfully gotten what she wanted—that was why you two were sitting here in the first place, having tea together like it was perfectly normal to do so. 

But the Mother of the Nation should be-

You were tired of dealing with this pretense of politeness. Of two people spewing scripted lines at each other without any real meaning behind their words. 

You were utterly exhausted.

"Your Majesty, I have a request..." 

Lucia's voice pulled you back from your thoughts. 

"Yes?" 

"...I admire you a lot, Your Majesty. I grew up from a humble background and don't know much about the etiquette of nobles. I truly want to serve His Majesty well, but..."  

She trailed off for a moment, fiddling with her hands nervously. "I have nobody to teach me. If you are willing—"

"I have to refuse your request," You interrupted before she could finish her sentence, "But I will arrange a tutor for you, Lady Lucia."

"Your Majesty—"

With a strained smile, you rose from your chair and signaled for Mary to come along, missing the stricken look on the blonde woman's face.

"Thank you for the tea invitation, but I'm afraid I have to go now." 

Before you could take another step towards the door, a pale hand shot out to grab your arm tightly. Your head whipped back in surprise, only to meet a pair of blue eyes filled with anger.

Anger?

Why was she the angry one?

"Lady Lucia—"

“...This is not how you’re supposed to act.”

But as swiftly as those words had escaped her, Lucia's face softened into an expression of wounded innocence. The sharp, menacing glare from before had vanished, as if it had never existed at all—like a figment of your imagination.

“...Excuse me?”

"Your Majesty... Do you hate me?" There was a tremor in her voice, an underlying desperation that made you pause.

"Please let go of my arm." You said coldly, tugging against her grasp, "Here’s your first advice for etiquette, Lady Lucia; this behavior is unbecoming of a noble concubine."

Lucia's grip tightened even further, sharp nails digging painfully into tender flesh. "Please! Please tell me if I've done anything to offend you or make you uncomfortable."

"...I know that things aren’t right between you and His Majesty because of me, but it hurts me—"

Her plea was cut short, replaced by a strangled gasp as you yanked your arm out of her grasp violently. She staggered backwards, her injured legs colliding hard against her chair and sending her toppling to the ground.

"Offend me?" You spat, voice laced with venom.

You hated how easily you had lost control, hated how much satisfaction it brought when you saw the hurt in her eyes. 

"The only thing that offends me is your stupidity. I knew my husband had brought home another woman, but never did I expect it to be some brainless wench who didn’t know how to behave."

The doors burst open then, and the familiar figure of your husband entered the room. 

"Lucia!"

His expression darkened immediately upon seeing his lover on the floor. And in an instant, he was at the fallen blonde’s side, cradling her in his arms.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?!"

"Your Majesty! Please don't blame the Empress. It wasn't her fault. I made her mad..."

Lucia's words only made your husband angrier. She curled into his embrace, and you couldn't help the snarl that formed on your lips at the sight. 

"How dare you hurt her! Have you no shame?" His words were laced with heavy contempt.

He's never been this angry with you before.

At best, it was subtle remarks; about your looks, or your behavior, and at worst, he simply ignored you completely for days after an argument. You had always been able to brush those off. 

This was different.

You never expected the slap that came next; the one that made your cheek bloom red with pain and eyes well up with tears. You felt your head ache slightly as the world spun around you.

Through hazy, panicked voices, you heard his deep voice call out: 

"Get a doctor immediately! Lucia's legs are bleeding!"

And then, you lost yourself.

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[A/N]

I want to explain my absence here. Big apologies for those who have been waiting for the second part of this series. These past few months have been hell for me as I am dealing with a ton of stuff in real life. And as a result, I haven't been posting anything. I'm very grateful for all the support, and I still intend to continue this series, along with publishing other yandere works. I just hope that you are all understanding enough to be patient with me.

PS: The next part will be more in depth about the Empress' background, as well as a glimpse into Lucia's perspective!

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[skadee17]

The Wrath of Rome

PART1, PART 2,PART3,PART4,PART5

PART6

pairing: Emperor Geta x F!OC x Lucius

summary: Adona, was once promised to Lucius, son of Lucilla. But when Lucius disappeared, presumed dead, Adona’s future was sealed. Forced into a marriage with Emperor Geta to secure her survival, she struggles to find meaning in a world where her own desires and dreams are crushed by Rome’s brutal power. With no family left but Lucilla and Acacius, Adona must navigate the ruthless politics of the empire while facing her uncertain future.

word count: around 4200

warnings/notes: 18+, unprotected sex, domination, first-time, kind of forced sex but not really (at the beginning but turns into concensual) love hate relationship trope, slow burn, angst,mention of child abandonment, mention of death, loss, forced marriage,

Adona, Geta and Caracalla left the Coliseum to the cheers of the people. The crowd, still in a frenzy after Hanno's spectacular victory, chanted his name with a new fervour. But in the imperial tribune, silence hung heavy.

Geta, who usually loved the games, kept glancing furtively at Adona. He had seen the agitation in her eyes, that familiar glint. A trouble that she tried hard to hide behind a mask of coldness, but which didn't escape his sharp gaze. And that gladiator, that Hanno... The way he had stared at Adona hadn't escaped her.

For his part, Caracalla, amused, let his mind wander elsewhere, thinking back on the scene with a certain unhealthy excitement. He stood up and stretched, a sly smile on his lips.

- What a funny evening... I'm loving these games.

He took one last look at Adona before leaving the room. She didn't reply.

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Back at the palace, Adona stripped off her ceremonial tunic and let the hot water of the bath engulf her body. She closed her eyes, hoping that the sensation would calm the chaos of her thoughts. But every time she tried to forget, that deep blue gaze came back to haunt her mind.

Lucius.

No. Not Lucius. Hanno.

She took a deep breath. Why was she so disturbed? He was just a gladiator, a stranger.

A footstep in the shadows made her jump. Geta.

He was watching her with that silent intensity that was uniquely his. He stepped closer, dipping his hands into the water to draw circles on her chest.

"You’re troubled."

His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Adona took a deep breath, but still refused to look at him.

"Don’t be ridiculous."

A silence. He didn’t move.

"Don’t play this game with me, Adona," he breathed. "I saw the way you looked at him."

She opened her eyes and finally turned her head toward him.

"Who?" she asked in a falsely innocent tone.

A mocking smile touched Geta’s lips.

"You know very well who I’m talking about. That gladiator. Hanno."

Adona met his gaze, but he could see the turmoil bubbling beneath the surface of her mask of indifference.

"It was just one fight, like so many others."

Geta chuckled softly.

"Really?" He let his hand skim the water, moving a little closer to her. "Then why didn’t you look away once?"

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, a fleeting smile appeared on her lips, and she reached out to splash water on him.

He stepped back slightly, caught off guard, a drop sliding down his cheek.

"Adona..." he murmured, half-amused, half-irritated.

She shrugged nonchalantly.

"You’re tense, Geta. You should join me."

A silence settled.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes scanning her face with an unreadable glint. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly undid his belt and let his tunic fall to the floor.

He entered the water, moving toward her with deliberate slowness.

"Are you trying to play with me, Adona?" he murmured in a gravelly voice.

She stepped back slightly, her back brushing against the edge of the pool.

"Maybe."

Geta continued advancing until the water reached his chest. He didn’t take his eyes off her, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"What if it’s me playing with you this time?"

She shivered slightly but stood her ground.

He stopped just in front of her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body through the water.

"So, what do you want?" he asked gently.

Adona looked him straight in the eye, then, without hesitation, she breathed:

"You."

Geta froze.

He had expected an evasion, a game of avoidance. But she had caught him off guard, and he knew it.

A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

"Me?"

She slowly nodded her head, and this time, it was she who moved forward, closing the space between them. Geta didn’t pull back. He let her reduce the distance, letting the water ripple around them as she came closer. She was so near now that he could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, see the unreadable gleam in her gaze.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse, betraying a challenge.

Adona didn’t answer right away. She slowly raised a hand and brushed it against him with the tips of her fingers, following the line of his chest to his shoulder. A shiver ran through Geta, imperceptible but real. She gripped him, placing her palm against his burning skin. There were no pretenses anymore, no power games between them. This wasn’t a provocation or a battle.

"For once, I just want to stop thinking," she murmured.

She slid her legs around his hips and settled on him with calculated slowness. Her hands grazed his shoulders, her fingers tracing invisible paths on his skin.

Geta inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing beneath her. His gaze darkened, troubled. He let her take the lead in the moment.

"Adona..." he murmured, a glimmer of struggle in his eyes.

But she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"Don’t ask me questions," she whispered. "Just... be here."

A smirk played on his lips before she slowly leaned in, her mouth brushing his without giving him what he expected immediately. She relished in the sensation of power over him, the moment where she was the one leading the dance.

Geta let out a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with an unreadable glint.

"You’re playful tonight," he murmured, his hands slowly sliding down her submerged thighs.

"Indeed," she replied, brushing her lips against his, like a silent challenge.

He didn’t wait any longer. In a fluid motion, he grabbed her by the waist and sealed their lips in an intense, demanding kiss. The water trembled around them under the force of their embrace.

Adona responded just as passionately, her fingers gripping his neck. She felt her heart pounding violently in her chest, her breath quickening.

She wanted to lose herself in him. Forget everything else.

Geta seemed to understand without her needing to say it. His hands tightened around her, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between their submerged bodies.

"If you want to play, Adona..." he murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse. "I’ll give you the chance."

A smile grazed her lips before he captured hers again, deeper this time, while the warmth between them made us forget the coldness of the outside world. Adona guided his penis inside her and the two of them began to move at the same rhythm, Geta letting his fingers slide all over Adona's back and breasts, as if to mark her invisibly, to know that she was all his and nobody else's. As Adona leaned her neck back in pleasure, Geta grabbed her and leaned her forward so he could gently crunch her flesh. Geta tightened his grip on her, anchoring Adona against him, his hot breath grazing her skin. He wanted to engrave this moment in his mind, to feel every shiver that ran through her under his fingers. She was there, with him, by choice, not by obligation, not by compulsion. The idea awoke something primal in him, a need to possess her as much as to understand her.

Adona, for her part, was surrendering herself to what he represented at that very moment. Geta was an anchor, a distraction, a means of escaping the torments that haunted her. She moved against him with a disturbing fluidity, as if their bodies had always known each other. Yet deep inside her, a war was being waged. She knew that giving in like this would only further blur the boundaries between what she wanted and what she feared.

He slid a hand across the back of her neck, gently forcing his gaze to meet hers.

Her eyes shone with a burning intensity, but in their depths, there was something else.A fleeting, imperceptible glimmer.A flaw that he tried to hide behind his eternal arrogance.

‘Look at me’, he breathed against her lips.

She obeyed, without even thinking.

A wave of heat enveloped them, more intoxicating than the strongest wine in Rome. Every shiver, every sigh, every caress etched itself into their flesh like a silent promise.But was it a promise of pleasure or destruction?

When Adona's breath finally stilled after they had both come, she lay motionless against him for a moment, her head resting on his shoulder.Her heart was still beating wildly, echoing his.She didn't want to break this bubble, not just yet. 

Yet she could already feel the tension returning, the inevitable reality slipping in between them.

Geta was the first to move. He stroked her back slowly, almost absently, before murmuring:

‘Did you get what you wanted?

Adona closed her eyes. This was the question she had been dreading. So, instead of answering, she just placed one last kiss on his collarbone before stepping back slightly.

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While Geta slept soundly beside her, she lay awake, her eyes wide open at the palace ceiling.

The silence of the night was calling to her.

She sat up slowly, pulling herself away from the warmth of the sheets. She slipped on a light dress, tied a cloak around her shoulders and discreetly left the imperial bedroom. Her footsteps barely echoed on the marble of the palace as she made her way through the shadows, her heart beating faster at every turn.

Night had enveloped Rome in a veil of shadow and silence. And yet, in the imperial palace, Adona couldn't sleep. Lying beside Geta, her body still burning from their embrace, she stared at the ceiling, unaware of the rich gilding that adorned it. The image of the gladiator-Hanno-remained engraved in her mind.

That look... That look was Lucius'.

She could no longer ignore the obvious. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest, suffocating all reason. With a silent gasp, she sat up, glanced furtively at Geta, who was asleep, then left the imperial bed with hushed steps.

She had to see him.

Slipping through the dark corridors of the palace, she avoided the guards and finally found her way to the underground passages of the Colosseum. There, in the damp darkness of the cells, she saw him.

Lucius.

He was standing, leaning against the wall, staring into space. But before she could reveal herself, a figure entered the cell. Lucilla.

Adona stopped dead in her tracks and hid behind a pillar.

She listened.

- Gladiator... do you know me?

Adona shuddered. Lucilla knew the truth.

- Do you have a family?

- A wife. Arishat.

Adona's heart skipped a beat. He was married...

- Arishat.

- She was killed under your husband's command.

An icy silence fell over the cell.

Adona, breathless, felt a tear roll down her cheek. Lucius had loved another woman... He had replaced her.

Lucilla trembled.

“Rome drowns in its own blood,’ she murmured.”

“And yet you enjoy the pleasures of the Colosseum.”

“There is much you do not understand.”

“Lucius.”

“I do not know who you think I am.”

Hanno's tone was cold. Distant.

“My name is Hanno,’ he continued, and Adona felt a blade pierce her heart.

“And I have no mother, or none that I can remember.”

Lucilla stifled a sob.

“I'm so sorry…”

Her voice was broken, full of pain.

Adona, hidden away, felt her world crumble.

Lucius was there, in front of her, and yet he no longer existed.

“if your son were here,’ he continued, ’I feel sure he would tell you not to grieve him. For he would not be the boy that you sent away. That boy is dead.

Lucilla broke down in tears.

“You may think I have little worth. You may think I betrayed you. But I need you to know…”

He paused.

“If you will not have your mother's love, then take your father's strength.”

Adona held back a cry.

“You need it. His name was Maximus Decimus Meridius. And I see him in you.”

Lucilla looked up at him, devastated.

“Get out.”

Suddenly, an urgent voice came from behind her.

“My lady, we must go at once!”

Lucilla swallowed her last sob.

“Lucius, you were loved by myself and by your father.”

“Your name was on his lips…”

“GET OUT!”

Adona stepped back into the shadows, tears running freely down her cheeks.

She knew.

Hanno was Lucius.

But he no longer belonged to her.

And he had loved someone else.

Behind her back, a movement.

Adona turned her head and met a dark gaze. Delighted.

The doctor, Lucius's friend, stared at her for a moment. He said nothing. Didn't ask any questions.

He bowed slightly, recognising the Empress.

Adona, her throat tight, closed her eyes for a moment.

Then, without a sound, she disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

Tears rolled down her cheeks with a force she could no longer contain. The truth had just struck her in the face: Hanno was Lucius. And he no longer belonged to her. But that was not what was destroying her the most. What was eating her up, what was igniting a deep and silent anger, was the silence. The silence from Lucilla and Acacius, their complicity in this lie that had left her crying in pain for years.

How could they have done this to her? How could they have left her in ignorance, suffering without telling her that he was alive? Why hadn’t they told her the truth, that he was not dead? And Lucius... He had betrayed her too. He hadn’t even tried to return, he had left her there, alone, languishing in the false belief that he was gone. He hadn’t even looked for her, not a word, not a letter, nothing. And he had married someone else, a stranger he had preferred over her. How could he have abandoned her like this?

A silent scream rose inside her. She had loved Lucius more than anything, and he... he had forgotten her. Or worse, he had cast her aside as though she had never mattered.

Anger consumed Adona, sharper than ever. It was against everyone. Against Lucilla, against Acacius, against Lucius. Against her family, her loved ones, those she had always considered the only ones who could understand and support her. They had all betrayed her.

Without thinking any further, she headed straight for Lucilla and Acacius's villa. Her footsteps echoed heavily in the silent night, like painful reminders of her own suffering. When she reached the villa, she saw the soft light through the windows and without hesitation, she pushed the door open discreetly.

Lucilla and Acacius were there, both in the living room, speaking in hushed voices. The conversation stopped abruptly when they noticed a figure approaching in the darkness. Lucilla turned her head, her gaze hardening as she saw Adona.

Adona, hooded, took a step into the light, and the cloak fell, revealing her face marked by anger and pain, revealing her face marked by tears and suffering.

Lucilla stood up, her eyes wide with surprise and apprehension. Acacius, on the other hand, remained frozen in a guilty silence. They knew too, what she had just discovered. Lucius was there, alive, and everything had been a lie. Adona could no longer stay there in ignorance. She wanted answers, immediately.

— Adona... began Lucilla, hesitantly, a trace of guilt in her voice.

Adona didn’t let her continue.

— Why did you lie to me? Her voice was cold, icy. Why did you leave me in this endless suffering, crying for a man I thought was dead, when you knew he was alive? Why did you hide the truth from me?

Lucilla seemed to freeze, her gaze evasive. She had not expected such anger, but Adona had no patience left.

— And you, Acacius? she added, suddenly turning her gaze to the man standing there, silent. You knew too, didn’t you? You both left me in ignorance!

Acacius didn’t answer immediately, but the expression on his face said it all. Guilt. The undeniable fact that they were responsible for what Adona was feeling.

Lucilla lowered her head, unable to hold her gaze. She bit her lower lip, the tears threatening to spill. She could no longer hide the truth, even though she had done so for so long.

— I... Lucilla searched for her words, but the pain was clear on her face. I did it to protect him, Adona. He couldn’t stay here. They wanted to kill him... She stopped, her voice breaking. I had no choice. He disappeared, but I... I never stopped looking for him, even when you thought he was dead. I wanted to protect you too, you know.

Adona clenched her fists, her breath quickening. She had always believed in Lucius's return. She had lived in the hope that he would come back one day. But all of this had been a lie. A lie that Lucilla had imposed on her.

— Protect? Adona repeated in a piercing voice. You left me in ignorance. I’ve lived all these years with this pain, with the thought that he was no longer here. And you, you knew everything. You knew he was there, alive, but you let me cry in silence, without a word.

She fell silent, letting the anger overwhelm her, but she couldn’t entirely lose herself in it. For behind this anger, there was another feeling, even deeper still: a dull pain that tore at her heart, the pain of being betrayed by the one she had always considered a pillar.

Lucilla lowered her head, her eyes full of unshed tears. She couldn’t say anything to repair what had been broken. She turned to Acacius, seeking support, but he remained silent, torn between loyalty to Lucilla and the pain of having seen Adona shattered by this truth.

— I’m sorry, murmured Lucilla, her voice barely audible. I’m sorry, Adona. I didn’t know how to tell you all of this... I hoped... I hoped he could return and that all of this would be behind us. But I didn’t know how to...

Adona stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the ground. A long silence followed. Then, slowly, she turned on her heel, ready to leave the villa. She still hadn’t found any answers, but she needed to leave.

Before she stepped through the door, a voice, soft but trembling, was heard behind her:

— Adona... I’ve always seen you as my daughter, Lucilla spoke in a broken voice.

She slowly turned on her heels, ready to leave.

Lucilla, desperate, called out softly:

— Adona... I’m sorry. Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you.

Adona made a sharp gesture, as if to sweep away all these emotions. She felt the rage bubbling inside her, but she didn’t want to break down here. Not in front of them.

She turned on her heel and made for the door.

— I want nothing from you anymore. You all abandoned me. Her voice broke for a moment, but she regained her breath. You never protected me...

Lucilla and Acacius remained there, powerless. Neither of them tried to stop her. Adona knew what she had to do now. She had no room for weakness, no place for excuses. The truth was clear: she had been betrayed by those she loved the most.

And that night, in the darkness of the villa, Adona found herself alone with her anger and her pain.

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Adona crossed the threshold of her flats, each step sounding like an extra weight on her shoulders. Her heart raced, pounding against her chest like a wild beast in search of escape. Lucius... or Hanno, as he was now called, was alive. Everything she had thought she knew, everything she had hoped for, was crumbling around her, swept away by waves of betrayal and pain. All this time, he had loved someone else.

The palace seemed deserted, frozen, as if reality had frozen around her, and Adona felt like a stranger in the place she had once called home. A breath of relief passed through her as she entered, but it was only a moment of illusion. There was no comfort here, not for her. She stopped in front of the bedroom door, her mind in a daze, then opened it slowly. The room was plunged into darkness, but a silhouette could be seen. Geta was still asleep, his breathing even, his silhouette peaceful in bed. A striking contrast to the tumult that was shaking her from the inside.

She silently closed the door behind her, but the noise made her freeze. Geta moved in bed, slowly sitting up. His eyes opened, still weighed down by sleep, and landed on her with immediate attention.

- Where have you been?’ he asked in a husky voice that sounded like an inquiring whisper.

Adona moved to look away, but stopped herself when she saw the intensity in his eyes. He knew. He sensed that something was wrong. She wasn't fooled by his silences or his looks. And he wasn't fooled by hers either.

- I couldn't sleep,’ she said, her voice a little too cold to be entirely convincing. I went for a walk.

Geta stared at her for a long time, his eyes scrutinising every movement she made, every bit of her attitude. He was no fool. He knew her too well to believe such a banal excuse, especially in the middle of the night. He sat up in bed, leaning on one elbow, looking a little more tense, his gaze hardening.

- Walking alone at night? His words were tinged with mistrust. You know I don't like that. Not without reason, Adona. Where have you really been?

She stared back at him, trying to hide the turmoil boiling inside her. The pain, the anger, the betrayal. She wanted to scream, to tell him everything, but she couldn't. Not to him. 

She sat up slightly, trying to appear detached, but her heart was beating too fast in her chest. It wasn't the question that disturbed her, but the tone in his voice. Distrust. He felt left out, and that affected her more than she thought it would.

��alone, yes,’ she repeated in a drier voice, avoiding his eyes. I needed to be alone. I've got nothing to hide from you.

Geta rose abruptly from the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. He stared at her, his features taut with an emotion that wasn't just worry. He was agitated, almost angry. He took a quick step towards her.

“I have no intention of playing this game, Adona,’ he said, his voice rising slightly. You think I don't notice? That I don't know you're hiding something from me?

He stopped right in front of her, his breathing heavier, his gaze more intense. There was a palpable tension, but also a kind of vulnerability he didn't want to show.

"I want to know where you were. Who with. Why did you pull away from me?" His words were harder, more demanding. "I’m yours, Adona. And you know I won’t let you go like this. Not without understanding."

She felt a pang in her chest. He was angry, of course, but he was also worried. And this mix of emotions touched her more than she wanted it to. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t about him, that she didn’t need his control, his questions, but at the same time, something in his attitude told her that he was afraid of losing her. And that fear, though misplaced, warmed a part of her heart.

"I didn’t leave, Geta." Her voice trembled slightly despite herself. "I just needed to find myself again, to be alone for a while. But it has nothing to do with…"

She stopped, the words choking in her throat. She didn’t have the right words to express what she felt. Not with him, not with Lucius, not with this betrayal that was eating her alive. But he couldn’t know any of that.

He moved closer, his gaze hardening, his eyes piercing through every crack in her mask. But he didn’t press further. Not tonight. He knew her too well, and he knew that if he asked too much, he risked breaking everything.

"I don’t like it when you pull away like that, my love." He raised his voice a little, but stayed close to her, a hand brushing her hair, then gently resting on her shoulder. "I want you close to me, all the time. Not just when it’s convenient for you."

A heavy silence settled between them, but this time, he didn’t expect an answer. He pulled back slightly, as if letting the tension drop, but his gaze, still fixed on her, remained marked by a worry he couldn’t erase.

Adona, though shaken, felt something calm inside her. He was scared, he wanted her close. He loved her, in a more possessive, protective way. And even though this situation sometimes suffocated her, he was there. And she, too, needed him.

She lowered her eyes, a heavy sigh passing between her lips. She felt lost, exhausted, but a need for closeness awakened within her. It felt as if her feet no longer touched the ground. She needed to hold onto something.

Without a word, she took his hand and slowly moved under the covers, curling up against him. He watched her for a moment, hesitating, before pulling her into his arms, holding her against him with a tenderness that contrasted with the tension that had filled his body earlier.

"I’ll keep you close to me," he whispered against her hair. "No way you’re pulling away."

Adona let herself be held, closing her eyes, trying to escape everything that tormented her.

[caughtthedarkness93]

So I just saw Furiosa and first, yeah, the reviews are right, it's really good, but second, it's interesting because the trailers had me primed to look for allusions to Greek mythology and similar allusions to classical epics there were...well, enough that I don't think it was an accident. Most centered around the villain, Dementus.

Like to name just a few (Possible spoilers)

• Dementus' first vehicle is a chariot pulled by three motorcycles.

• The red cloak Dementus wears calls to mind the visage of a Roman emperor.

• He moves on Gastown while someone is copying a painting that I believe is of Odysseus and the Sirens the painting Hylas and the Nymphs by John William Waterhouse, which, while not a direct reference to the Odyssey as I was thinking, is till a painting that depicts a story from Greek mythology. Thanks @kobresias!

• When moving on Gastown, he uses a Trojan Horse tactic. The actors involved in this scene are literally credited using the phrase "Trojan Truck." I did not pull the Trojan Horse thing out of my ass.

• Most notable of all, Dementus' truck has a Cerberus motif. He has three dogs that are kept in a cage on the back - and with their three heads sticking out and the rest in shadows, they have a profile that looks like the three-headed hound of Hades quite a bit. And lest you think I'm crazy...

Look closely

It's got a Cerberus hood ornament.

I think I'll have to see it again before I make any really strong judgements about it. There are, of course, arguable parallels to the Odyssey and the Iliad, given that Furiosa is 1. a story about a long and difficult journey home, like the Odyssey, and 2. a story about a warrior's rage - which...well, no matter the translation, one of the first things that the Iliad talks about is Achilles' rage or wrath.

But maybe there's more to it, yeah? I dunno. I'm not sure what to make of this one let. Any thoughts, anyone?

[theviceadmiralswife]

Happy Birthday Onigumo

Salute recruits and soldiers to this satisfying Saturday ⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️

Within in the Marines its today's Onigumos birthday.

Happy birthday vice admiral Onigumo 🎊

So I decided to do a total random post of everything Onigumo related I got or found on the Web. Its a mixed platter of Onigumo treats you see. Mega previous post compilation if you will.

The vice admirals wife over and out

1. My aesthetic photo collection for Onigumo

2. A short bio of Onigumo (as found on the villains wiki website, this there text)

Full Name

Onigumo

Alias

Vice Admiral Onigumo

Origin

One Piece

Occupation

Vice Admiral of the Marines

Powers / Skills

Veteran combatant

Enhanced strength

Enhanced durability

Enhanced speed & reflexes

Enhanced agility

Enhanced stamina

Unnamed Devil Fruit

Haki

Goals

Uphold Absolute Justice.

Crimes

Abuse of power

Assault and battery

Murder

Fragging

Onigumo is a minor antagonist in One Piece and a major antagonist among the Marines. A Marine Vice Admiral, he is among the top elite of the armed forces and is notably one of the stronger Vice Admirals. He is an adamant follower of Absolute Justice, which means the eradication of evil by any means necessary.

Onigumo is normally a stone-faced and very cold man. He is almost always seen with a displeased scowl on his face, and is both merciless to his enemies and his own allies alike. A strong practitioner of the philosophy of Absolute Justice, Onigumo will go to any and all extremes to destroy "evil". This means he is wholly willing and completely uncaring if his actions cause untold suffering of innocents in collateral, and has murdered his own men without a second's hesitation if he saw them questioning the morality of their actions for even the briefest of moments. Of all the Marines in the world, he is the one who comes closest to Fleet Admiral Sakazuki's wrathful extremism.

Powers and Abilities

Being a Vice Admiral, Onigumo is the third highest rank in the entire Marines organization. This gives him complete authority over all lower ranking members and he is counted among Marine HQ's elite. His rank also means he has both great combat power and intellect and is a very capable leader. While Vice Admirals in One Piece come in varying degrees of strength, Onigumo is one of the strongest, and has directly fought the highest ranked non-Captain member of a Emperor crew, Marco, and even managed to momentarily subdue him. He is a veteran warrior and exceptionally deadly, able to unleash devastating onslaughts with not two, but eight swords at once using his Zoan Devil Fruit which enables him to turn into a full spider and spider hybrid at will. He is also capable of both Armament Haki and Observation Haki.

Trivia

Onigumo is the first character in the series to have shown the powers of a spider Zoan, followed by Black Maria and Saint Saturn.

Unlike the other two, with Black Maria being an Ancient Zoan and Saturn's being a Mythical, Onigumo likely has the default standard version.

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3. Onigumo as father

ONIGUMO:

• is the same as Sakazuki would be as dad, strict military daddy

• with Onigumo it will be either one of two ways a) he has NO child or b) just one

• like with Sakazuki this baby will be planned with military precision ie. You get pregnant when Onigumo says it, you eat and do what he says

• prefers a son over a daughter (in Onigumos opinion its better since the world is so damgerous)

• it's hard to see Onigumo with a daughter, but if he has a daughter she probably be very punctual and polite almost sweet daddy's baby girl...apple of his eye

• wants his son in the Marines and will train his son for that from an early age. He wouldn't do the same thing with a daughter.

• Onigumo is a control freak so he will be maddling who is friends with his child regardless which gender

• should Onigumo have a daughter that gets to the dating age he will be an intimidating force scaring away any suitor, much his daughters dismay.

• doesn't like if his daughter wants to join the Marines and will fight tooth and nail to have her become a housewife or have a female appropriate job, according to him.

• if he has a son, he will train his son to be a carbon copy of himself as a military extremist. However his son shows a complex soft side and has a less narrow view and a hit more sensitivity inherited from his mother

• I think for Onigumo it be hard to show a soft side, but I certainly don't rule it out when his child is a newborn/baby for him to be gentle soft and caring.

• he will be a prideful father marveling how that tiny helpless baby has turned into a strong marine or in case of his daughter a proper woman /wife with a decent husband.

• will do corporal punishment if his kid pisses him off. However, I think his kids would be smarter than to anger their father that much

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4 ) Onigumos NSFW ABC

ONIGUMO

AFTERCARE -- This is Onigumo we are talking about, don't expect anything from him. There's only 2 reasons he gives a bit of aftercare a) you've been an exceptionally good girl and he feels generous to bestow aftercare to you. b) you are pregnant and very emotional and needy. On the flipside he loves receiving aftercare from you in subservient manner of course.

BODYPART -- his favourite bodypart would be thighs, Onigumo loves to bite and chew on them, slap them , dig his fingers in he is addicted to the way your thighs jiggle when fucking you

CUM -- Onigumo and his cum, will forcefully fill every hole you have, especially your naughty mouth. He likes to spray your face and finger feed you his cum and should some spill he will make you lick it of the floor.

DIRTY SECRET -- well its not a dirty secret to us normal people but to him as sadist, oh my.. Onigumo is addicted to tenderness..yeah I know make sense of that ..but he engulfed in being treated kindly in bed even if he literally fucks you into a coma he's going this hard.

EXPERIENCE -- very experienced he had lots of slaves and female prisoners to test his sadistic strategies on. Not so many girlfriends that where with him cause they loved him. So sex and Bdsm he is topnotch relationships he needs patience and love.

FAVOURITE POSITION -- the mating press is Onigumos favourite any position that dominates you and leaves no room for escaping

GOOFY -- Sex is serious to him as his job as vice admiral, so no flowery romantic stuff no playful teasing. He tells you what he wants in his typical cold and rough fashion.

HAIR -- besides some arm hair Onigumo is groomed perfectly. He has when it comes to body care a high standard to himself. Also in onigumos opinion he enjoys watching stretching your holes and any hair would taint that view.

INTIMACY -- Onigumo is a sadist master so he is rough and dirty.. that you submit and trust him and oby everything he orders ..thats to him the highest form of intimacy

JACK OFF - oh yeah he Jack's off alright. Mainly when you've been a bad girl, he forces you to watch. He definitely also Jack's off after slaughtering some pirates.

KINK -- everything sadism and BDSM

LOCATION -- anywhere will do and Onigumo is skilled enough to fuck your pussy in any location. Even against a Canon 😳

MOTIVATION -- when you submit to him as his slave appropriately dressed in leather harness and collar

NO -- its Onigumo no isn't in his vocabulary. Despite that as a sadist master he understands that he can't scare you too much if anything he will not scare you away from BDSM and sadism.. scaring you away breaking trust is a no no for him.

ORAL -- He is more a receiver of oral sex however, nothing better then a deep throat fuck...he can give oral but don't expect it to be nice this man is rough and he bites you bloody till you scream

PACE -- Onigumo is mainly hard and fast and aggressive, he only uses slow pebetration as a way to torture you and your lust.

QUICKIE -- Quickie in his office, quickie at home, in the garden, his ship his a man that needs daily quickies in order to let loose work frustration.

RISK -- Onigumo is high on that, while you might know much about sadism and BDSM masochism he teach you properly. If it makes you happy he is willing to let you take the reign and gift him a romantic evening which is new territory to him, though this will only happen once you guys are solid for a few years

STAMINA -- it's Onigumo..O.N.I.G.U.M.O. ..The guy who motivated all the Marines at the end of the marineford war to pick up the slack. Means his stamina is easily fucking you sore and senseless over the weekend, there is no end to his stamina.

TOYS -- everything BDSM, flogger cuff, collar nipple clamps. Onigumo has no problem testing other things on your cunt either, he'll he even loves to shoved ice cubes up your ass or his fist.

UNFAIR -- Onigumo enjoys suspending your pleasure edging you on just to stop...he wants you to beg and whimper for him to let you reach his climax

VOLUME -- very loud, does a lot of name calling, growling and grunts, very much giving you commands all the time. Your his whore and he is your daddy

WILDCARD -- Onigumo tends to shout fire when he releases his orgasm ..well he is firing his most potent canon.

X-RAY -- he has an extra veined and thick cock that thing is every inch of its 13 inches worthy of being called a Canon and his tennis sized balls are smooth and firm

YEARNING -- very high, dominant sex drive

ZZZzz -- when Onigumo had his fill he is rather fast asleep but usual not before clamping you down in a possessive hug

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5) Onigumos favourite perfume to smell on his partner

6) What Onigumo likes about his girl/lover/wife

So instead I give quickly a hc about what Onigumo loves about his wife/submissive/partner/lover/girlfriend

• Submission submission and more submission, he loves being dominant, and in charge and you need to know your place with him

• being submissive is one part being constantly attending to please him is your other job nothing else your existence is to serve, and do so with happy face

• Onigumo is a sadist so despite being submissive your poor body needs to be strong to take it when his cock pounds your sorry pussy, or his teeth bite you or he slaps your ass

• obey his word and command and never step out of line, very important to him it gets even better when you are comfortable in the role of being submissive

• like literally most if not all vice admirals Onigumo has a kink for size, loves it when his submissive is so much smaller then him .. so that even something simple thing like holding his hand makes him feel stronger, he baths in the pleasure of physical dominance no matter which body part

• likes girls , thin, sporty ,curvy a bit fatty on the right places so he can squeeze that extra mass on your ass , until it gets painful. it doesn't matter to him what body shape as long as your shorter then him and obedient.

• because Onigumo enjoys power over your body if he wants you thin he puts you on a diet and makes sure to exercise you like he does with his recruits

• if Onigumo wants you fat well be ready his secondary fetish kicks in he fucks you raw and bare and fills you with his baby juice. Onigumo takes great pleasure in seeing you get fat during pregnancy and all jiggly

• besides obedience for Onigumo is important that you have a friendly, loving almost timid nature, soft eyes, soft smile soft tone of voice. Given that Saint Saturn is Onigumos grandfather you can guess what fucked up family raised him. Hence the reason Onigumo loves your softness so much though he never admit that

• compliment and caress his face, Onigumo by no means is a pretty guy as a matter fact women avoid him like the plaque thanks to his cold demeanour and as they call it ugly mug. So you have to double up on your admiration for his face

• if Onigumo trusts you enough he occasionally let you be more romantic without interrupting your attempts

• Onigumo loves it when you put on a leather harness or cute sexy nurse outfit and actively play into his sadism

• for Onigumo you need to be a good housewife, efficient in cleaning and cooking he likes it traditional, including you being feminine in public, wearing dresses, modest, show him respect at home and in public

• worship his body especially in the shower in the morning shampoo his hair and wash every inch of his body admiring his strength and physique. If your a good girl he presses you against the tiles, groping your swollen needy pussy with his fingers while at the same deeply fucking your butthole

• his favourite nickname besides woman for you, is nugget. You are tasty, he always wants you and he always will devour you.

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7) Onigumo smut fan fic

So here we go SMUT WARNING ⚠️, 18+ , NSFW, slight sadism, kink , fetish, arranged marriage, abuse, emotional control, bdsm

Happy birthday my sadist husband

It was late when Onigumo returned home, he didn't bother to turn on the light he would leave in the morning anyways. The tip of his cigarette lit up the dark and on the dining table he saw a covered plate a glass and a bottle of whisky.A card with his name on... darn it he had just some nice supper and a drink with Doberman and Dalmatian. A premature party for his birthday since a new mission started tomorrow. His scowl deepened, his wife, no no , the woman he has been arranged to marry by his grandfather Saint Saturn. A meager average , short female, curvy pear shaped body, she was probably born into servitude, and that was what she was good for in Onigumos eyes. Who knows who cares? Not him, but it made his blood boil...this arranged marriage a facade to keep the family name uphold and valuable.

Well and to sire some offspring.. Onigumo growls annoyed

And in this moment movement on the sofa, Onigumo turns on the small lamp beside the sofa.

Y/n was stirring and waking up slowly she sees Onigumo and stares at him like a deer in headlights.

"Woman what are you doing here?! We have rule, after 9 pm you are to stay in your room and not get out until I call you!!", Onigumo snarls harshly at her. Y/n flinched as she shoots of the sofa , standing in front of Onigumo she bows down slightly. "I prepped you a meal...and..and I wished to be the first one to congratulate you on your birthday", she stammers. "DO YOU THINK I CARE HARLOT!", Onigumo shouts angry.

Onigumo grabs her by the hair dragging her up the stairs into his bedroom.

As soon as he opens the door he gets a shock his bed draped in black sateen bedding, candles were lit up and gave it romantic aura...

He scoffs annoyed and tosses y/n onto floor, she hisses at his rough treatment. It hurt y/n less physically but more emotionally that Onigumo was a giant sadistic asshole, almost 3 ft taller then her. And didn't matter what she excelled at he never showed a sign of pleasure or enjoyment of her company or the little treats like this...

Onigumo growled as he takes off his vice admirals coat, he was pissed. What was she thinking?! "Gotta care to explain this bullshit, my room is strictly off limits to you!". Y/n sits up, her morning robe covering her body accept her feet. "It's.. its your birthday tonight...and I...I...I.. know what you like and I wanted to surprise you.. I know you don't like me ...the..the way I do you..", she explains intimidated by Onigumos dominant aggression.

Onigumo burst out in a sarcastic laughter :" Hehehaahah are you...saying..you like me..hahaha.. woman ..you lost the plot since I was out on a mission!". His gaze becomes cold and he glares at her devilish and predatory. Onigumo unleashed his spider appendages from his hair and roughly pins y/n shouting at her :" No matter what reason...YOU aren't allowed in my room...EVER!". Y/n flinched once more closing her eyes and avoiding his gaze. "And speaking of knowing what I like..... ", Onigumo looks around at the candles laughs before he continues to speak cynical and vicious," ...you are so far off as if you never met me at all..the complete opposite". He grabs y/n chin harshly forcing her to look at him , with a sadistic smirk he grins at her. Onigumo opens his pants, he had seen y/n naked as he forcibly took her during the wedding night but he didn't bother to get undressed his thick extra veiny cock was all he needed for her.

His appendages tighten their vice grip on her wrist and ankles, pinning her so much harder against the wall. And while Onigumo opens his zipper, two of his appendages slip under the morning robe.

"Oh you little bitch ...its just gonna be like our wedding night all fun for me and plenty of pain for you!", he chuckles maliciously. Y/n breathing hitches up and her heart pounds in her chest and then....Onigumo felt with his appendages her soft skin of her thick thighs but then something else.. something he kind of knew...

Onigumo glares down at y/n :" What the fuck.???.". He slowly let's y/n down onto the floor, she stands up on shaky legs. He sneers at her "Explain yourself!", Onigumo sounded vicious as ever but also a hint of surprise, his body is raging with anger yet there is a stinging sensation in his chest.

"Is ..is it midnight yet..??", y/n asked shy. "YES FOR GODS SAKE!", Onigumo yells. She flinched , she looks at Onigumo with tears in her eyes as she slowly opened her morning robe, y/n drops it to the floor exposing her short curvy body tightly packaged in a black leather harness. The straps fitting her curves perfectly squishing a bit skin, a garter belt, hip restraint , rings to attach cuffs decorative chains draped over her breasts with her hard nipples sticking out.

Onigumos cock went rock hard twitching for her body. Y/n blushes at Onigumos obvious arousal.

She bites her lip "Happy birthday Onigumo my sadist husband!", she kneels down in front of Onigumo and offering him a collar and leash she had placed on the night stand.

Onigumo chuckles amused and aroused , he circles around y/n inspecting her kneeling body like he inspects a piece of meat for dinner. "Hehehe well well the bitch has actually talent to serve her master as a slut!". Y/n shows her feelings of hurt at his words , Onigumo was so twisted he enjoyed this the most raising hope but then destroying it mercilessly. Onigumo snatches the collar of her hands and tightens it around her neck he clicked in the leash and pulled y/n up onto her feet.

"But just because you did well doesn't mean you can skip your punishment!", he says menacingly. Onigumo throws y/n onto the bed face down. "STAY THERE!", he orders as he gets a wooden paddle out of a drawer.

As he turns around y/n was still on the bed his eyes catched the sight of her butt cheeks round and juicy, perfect for punishment. There was that sting in his chest again, chills of arousal hit him and his cock twitches with excitement. Onigumo grabs the leash pulling do hard y/n head bend backwards he raised the wooden paddle and brings it smashing down on her ass.

Y/n " Mnnggnn", her face shows pain but she tried to suppress the screams

"My room is off limits understood !", Onigumo said coldly, he smacks her ass again 3 more times each time harder.

"YYYESS understand", y/n shouts in pain. Onigumo grins and smacked her once more, it turned him on to have her in pain.

"Onigumo I only wanted to surprise you..I didn't mean to disobey. ", she whimpers. This infuriated Onigumo extremely, he grabs a fistful of her hair and keeps spanking her , but this time faster more aggressive. "SHUT UP!", he yells as the paddle smacked her ass again leaving more deep red Marks on her ass cheeks. Y/n screams. "Thats it slut. Scream tremble in fear of me!", he roared. "I..I...know you're unhappy being forced to marry me Onigumo....i know you like to be in control...", she whimpers. "Damm straight Im in control!", Onigumos appendages pin her into the bed and he got rid of his clothes. Before y/n could continue to speak he smacks her ass full force. Then his harsh hands grab her butt cheeks and he rams his cock into her pussy not waisting a minute to gain pleasure. To Onigumos surprise his wife's cunt was tight yet hot and wet ready for his dick, so willing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah", y/n screams louder.

Onigumo laughs menacingly " Now thats something!", he grabs a fistful of her hair yanking up her head," looks like my little slut is a bit of masochist...you like the pain".

"No...Onigumo...", she winces, as he thrusts his cock with even more aggression into her, his crotch slapping against her ass cheeks. "Silence woman you do!", Onigumo snarled as he bites into the crook of her neck. His tongue flicks aggressively against her, he grunts aroused, as his veins cock pounds her cunt mercilessly. Y/n gasped and whimpers "Onigumo... I know..ggng.. I know you hate our marriage..". "Shut it, even if your right!", Onigumo hisses into her ear. Y/n places her hand on his head...a dangerous move. "WOMAN!", Onigumo growled. She whispers under his rough thrusts in her dripping pussy. "I know you don't like control being taken away with our marriage...aaah...but we...I mean...you decide how ..gngngn.. we run this marriage ...it can be satisfying and happy..if you allow me to love you Oni...". Onigumo placed his large hand covering her mouth, but there was that sting in his chest again...was there something to what she said...??!

"You talk too much slut!", his words come pressed out between his narrow lips," you take what you get...and how desperate your tight cunt is for my cock!". He thrusts deep into her pussy holding his dick, moving rubbing against the walls of her pussy. "Oh fuck ...my little slut is really desperate...shit so tight but such a mess...thats what you are a little slut MY little slut", he groans aggressively.

"Mmggbn", y/n wanted to speak but Onigumo had enough.. "Got a loose mouth tonight lemme fix it", he grunts, as he pulls out. Onigumo smacks her ass again, the grabbed the backstrap of the leather harness and hurls y/n against the wall. She groans in pain and as she looks up seeing Onigumo, she smiles shyly seeing him naked for the first time. "Your..your handsome ", she mutters. But Onigumos face remains in a cold scowl, though his ego liked this compliment, he was too far in his sadistic mode. He grabs her arms pinned them above her head, his other hand gts a hold of her jaw and forces it open.

"No biting understood!!!", he orders in a commanding voice. Onigumo slipped his cock between his wife's lips pushing in all the way . He loved the gagging sound coming from her

Onigumos thrusts increased causing y/n head to bump against the wall everytime with thumb noise. Thumb , thumb thumb.

She closed her eyes, tears running over the cheek as she tried to take Onigumos cock. He looks down at her grinning sadistically, thrusting his hips harder forward. Onigumo continues to throat fuck his wife until he climaxed shooting his bitter seed down her throat. Y/n gags hard and as Onigumo pulls out and clamping her mouth shut. "Swallow Woman!", he chuckles sadistically, wiping tears of her cheek with his thumb.

Gulp!

"Now there's a good little whore!", he grins. "I'm your wife ..too... Onigumo I want to please you more then just sexual..aargh", y/n whimpered, however Onigumo didn't give her much time, yanking the leash so she would stumble off the floor. As he sat down on the edge of the bed grabbing his cigarettes from his suit and lit one up, exhaling the smoke through the nose threatening, he tugs the leash. "Come to me on your hands and kness", he said coldly. Y/n obediently followed his order and crawls to him, Onigumo teases her to stop by placing his foot on her shoulder, his toe poked her cheek. The next command followed "kiss my feet", he grins amused at her shocked look. In the end though she obediently kissed his feet making it rather good and sensual. After a few minutes onigumo pulls on y/n leash placing his between legs. "Lick clean!", he barked commanding at her.

As she does so dragging her tongue across his balls and up his cock, Onigumo groans excited. He grunts as he rubs her head, she was so submissive. Onigumos rage subsided the sting in his chest hit him once more and he looks down at his arranged wife as she licked the tip of his cock like a good girl.

For a moment Onigumo contemplated her words...Onigumo had not a great relationship with anyone in his rotten family, his mother abandoned him as she saw a ogre monster in him, like all normal women call him, Onigumos father was an abusive alcoholic and his grandfather was Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, equally abusive and the reason why Onigumo was a full blown safist, runs in the family, and it was the old man that had arranged Onigumos marriage with this woman. Old geezer obsessed that Onigumo sires offspring, best with inherited devilfruit powers.

In one point his arranged wife was right, control had been taken away from him... how did she plan to give it back.....Onigumo couldn't continue thinking as y/n dragged her tongue the entire length of his shaft, kissing the tip of his cock before she began sucking his balls.

Onigumo grunts before he took a final drag from his cigarette, if Onigumo would be still in bad mood he would have quarrels putting the cigarette out on her head, but she did a good service in pleasuring him so he felt generous.

"Aargh....mmmhh..thats a good girl", he grunts satisfied. He puts out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

Onigumo stands up pulling y/n onto her feet with the leash, he stares at her with cold eyes, he caresses her breast, twisting her nipple between his fingers, she bites her lip Her face crunched up, hiding it. Onigumo smirks pulling her nipple. "Aaaah", she yelped. Onigumo quickly pushes his finger in her mouth making her suck on it. "You love being dominated and fucked roughly!", he grins darkly. Y/n pushes Onigumo away and shakes her head, he is displeased with that. "No I love well...you know", she blushes deep red," ...being..fuc...fucked by you and only you".

That made Onigumo grin from ear to ear and so he grabs y/n by the harness tossing her onto the bed once more. "Spread them!", he orders harsh. She obeyed and Onigumo tied her ankles to the bed , followed by her wrists. y/n laid there spread out for him and by the sight of her body the harness , her skin, the soft flesh her squirming and breathing Onigumo got turned his cock aroused and hard began to twitch. He immediately got on top of her breathing heavy as he grabs the harness.

"Then my whoring girl won't mind if I do this", he chuckles sadistically. Immediately he rammed his cock in her hot tight hole.

"Aaahh onigumooo!", y/n screams. He grins predatory:" come on let it out!", he thrusts more faster and rougher. And then more music to his ears her moans.

"Oooaah ah ah ah Onnniii!", she moans and whimpers.

Onigumo continues to fuck his wife for 2 hours, aggressive and hard until they both climaxed multiple times, he loved feeling her cunt dripping and swelling for his rough treatment. In between the angry sex Onigumo makes out with y/n intensely as he chokes her to the edge of fainting .. additionally he bites her entire body while twisting her nipples some more.

And when he was fully satisfied after it all he laid back in the pillows finishing another cigarette, to him this bed felt really nice. He saw that y/n stumbled out of bed no doubt following the rules he had said about, no cuddles after sex ... however..

"Where do you think your going?", he asked stern.

Y/n flinches:"In ..into my room", she was exhausted and had bite marks all over and her ass felt sore from the spanking. She turns around to face Onigumo who unleashed his spider appendages from his hair to get a hold of y/n and pulling her into bed. Her face was one of utter disbelief. Onigumo placed her beside him, he slowly removed the leather harness and the collar and leash tossing them on the floor, he wasn't a guy of many words but actions, so this was significant.

Onigumo pulls y/n tight to his hot and sweaty body and made sure they both got halfway covered under the black sateen sheet.

Onigumo strokes her cheek tracing down to her lips leaving his finger there.

"If you ever tell anyone..I will kill you!", he whispers threatening. Y/n nods. Onigumo kisses her not rough as usual, normal soft caring. He turns y/n around and spoons her from behind, he makes sure as his large fingers intertwined with hers that she sees that he is wearing he wedding band

"Your my wife you sleep now always in my bed clear", he groans as he pulls her hair behind her ear , nibbling on it. Y/n gasped in surprise but smiles "Thank you Onigumo!", she whispers. He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers back "Best birthday gift ever!".

This was as much as of a love confession y/n got from Onigumo but she knew it meant everything and from now on, she was his wife his submissive wife.

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8) What Onigumo looks like according to AI

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[loverofstufflof]

Airing out my LMK trailer/S5 thoughts cause u gotta do this somehow

Most glaring, animation. It’s not bad, by any means. I’d certainly be proud of myself if I were able to come up with it.

However, I think it’s important to consider the context of the show’s style, and how it’s been improving significantly over instalments. Also, it’s Flying Bark. Flying Bark is just gonna make banger animation.

Am I a bit disappointed when comparing it to Emperor’s Wrath? Yeah. Especially when we’ve been waiting a full year for this—twice as long as usual.

But I’m not saying I won’t be watching the show because of it. I still love this story. Fuck, my favourite series is Epithet Erased. The show that’s best described as JPEGs wiggling around your screen for 2 hours. I can handle less than expected animation if it’s made up for by good writing.

I’ve been seeing a lot of people attacking invisible fans that claim they’re going to boycott the show because of this. Respectfully, source? The most aggressive criticism I’ve seen is “man that’s disappointing ig, still excited tho”. Who are you guys even fighting lmao. (Unless this is something happening on other platforms and you’re just venting on here which, valid)

Nevertheless, as I’ve said before, it’s not bad animation, just not up to the standard we’re used to. People are allowed to be disappointed. Let them be. This show isn’t flawless.

It’s looking to be real, all things considered. We’ve never gotten a fan leak this elaborate before, and it contains a lot of elements that were just recently revealed. Unless they’ve been getting announcements much earlier than we have (considering this fanbase’s sleuth skills, I’d doubt it) then there’s no other explanation other than it being official.

Official, however, doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed to look that way the whole time. The animation is being done by another studio, yes, but only partially. Flying Bark is still here for the fun. This other studio also isn’t incompetent, they’re behind things like Carmen Sandiego. They know what they’re doing.

They’re also primarily handling additional material, means promotions, meaning trailers. Listen, it’s a bit of a stretch considering the fact that all trailers so far have been taken directly from the show, but also it’s industry standard to make a trailer before you’re even done, meaning you gotta cut some corners for the scenes you’re showing until you polish them up in post.

We know LEGO has a habit of keeping LMK things in their vault until they need to, this may be something they had lying around from early prod and released to maintain hype.

Any which way, this development is very much temporary, only applying because the team is currently working on a movie and need to momentarily lessen their workload. Even if the odds are against us and S5 looks like a PowerPoint presentation, it’ll likely go back to normal later.

Biiig animation rant aside, I am a tad bit sad about the direction the story is going in (namely the abandonment of Red Son) and the fan service is a bit much, but honestly what else are we expecting from JTTW fanfic.

I’m stoked to see more Macaque though—he’s looking to be becoming a proper protagonist, which is great for angst! Yippee!

One thing I haven’t seen anyone talk about is the complete lack of Nüwa. You know, the character they’ve been teasing this whole time? Where is she? Not in the trailer. Not in the posters.

Makes me wondering if this is a part of the new season, teasing the next one, the one Nüwa’s in, later.

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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Stiltonbasket doens’t miss, this one is just so good! @ladyunderthemolehill

travelers through the empty gate

by stiltonbasket (@stiltonbasket)

M, WIP, 90k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: Ten years after eliminating the Jiang and Nie clans, Emperor Wen Ruohan is dethroned by a young demonic cultivator from the outlands of Yiling, who surpasses him in both talent and cruelty. Where Wen Ruohan burned his enemies, Emperor Yiling raises his from the dead, and sends them through the imperial city to hunt down every last remnant of the Wen clan that tries to evade his clutches. The last thing Lan Wangji wants to do with the Yiling huangdi is marry him. Unfortunately, his family's fall from grace leaves him with no other choice.

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Continuing with another stiltonbasket fic, a tgcf fusion with LWJ as a calamity? Reincarnated WWX? Pining ^ 2? Lovely! @ladyunderthemolehill

【银 劍 探 心】| Silver Jian Seeking Hearts

by stiltonbasket (@stiltonbasket)

M, WIP, 30k, Wangxian

Summary: “A ghost bridegroom?” Wei Wuxian asks, when he receives his latest night-hunting assignment from Uncle Jiang. “Have women been going missing?” If brides have been going missing, this is the first that Wei Wuxian is hearing about it; which is strange, because the systematic kidnapping of brides should have quickly been recognized as spirits’ work and reported as such to the nearest cultivation sect as soon as possible. “Three women and ten men have gone missing so far,” his uncle tells him. “Jinshan town is out of our jurisdiction, and the records say there hasn’t been a hunt in the area since before my grandfather’s time. But no one from Jinshan thought to report the disappearances until today, so the victims must be long dead by now.” - Four hundred years after the Sunshot Campaign, a reincarnated Wei Wuxian dresses himself in wedding red to defeat the ghost of a bridegroom. Deep within the forests of Jinshan Mountain, the mourning calamity Yin Jian Tan Xin waits to marry his beloved.

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Scheming NHS sends himself and three others to the past to fix things. @ladyunderthemolehill

Kay's Rec

In My Defence, I Have None (For Never Leaving Well Enough Alone)

by SemiLocalCryptid

T, WIP, 73k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Wen Ning are unsure of how they feel about Nie Huaisang trapping them in a soul-transferring array that sends them to the past, long before the happy ending they had suffered so much for. Reliving their most traumatic memories is not what they had planned when they went out on a seemingly innocuous nighthunt. But now that they're here, apparently to stay, they have no intention of making the same mistakes twice. (Or, a Time-Travel AU where Nie Huaisang sends Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning, and himself back to their first night at the Cloud Recesses with an agenda: save everyone, especially his brother)

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Scheming NHS Schemes Again but don’t worry, he has a plan! @ladyunderthemolehill

Nie Huaisang's Ten Steps to Fix The Fucked Up Reality

by cosmic_zephyr (astralcelestia)

T, WIP, 62k, Wangxian

Summary: 1. Find the time travel array in the Nie library 2. Convince (manipulate) Wei Wuxian to use demonic cultivation to activate the array. 3. Transmigrate to the body of your 15-year-old selves with Wei Wuxian and Survive his wrath. 4. Come up with yet another exaggerated, slightly concerning, plan to save Lotus Pier, Dafan Wens and your brother. 5. Use Empathy to make the Wen siblings side with you in the mess that is soon to come. 6. Kill the main Wen family and make Wen Qing the new leader of Qishan Wen so innocent people are not killed. 7. Annoy the hell out of Lanling Jin just for funsies and also a political statement because Jin Guangshan can suck it. 8. Preferably, just for your own sanity, find a way to kill Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao. 9. Work with Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing to solve the sabre problem of the Nie clan. 10. Live a happy life with your brother alive and the cultivation world not being a huge fucked up mess. Aka the fic where Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian (and Lan Wangji) travel back in time and save the cultivation world. Except the fact that nothing goes according to plan when disaster trio Wen Qing, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian is involved.

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In which the Burial Mounds change WWX to something not human and it won’t be easy to stay in control. Good angst and whump in this one @ladyunderthemolehill

Le Sang du Cygne

by Enfant_Loup

T, WIP, 23k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: He could recall with crystalline clarity the cry of the eagles in the blue skies above, the cliffside, and the rocks. And the beast hiding there, watching him. A snow leopard. He remembered the eyes, and the knowledge chilling his spine, that he was in front of a predator. That he was a guest on this mountain. That he could be killed at any moment if the animal wishes so. Wei Wuxian’s eyes were like this for a second, there and immediately gone again, like sparks dancing fleetingly when tossing wood in a fire. Wei Wuxian comes back from the Burial Mounds changed, his teeth a little sharper, his eyes a little redder.

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In which WWX leaves the Jiang sect before the CR lectures. I rather like fics that explore different What-Ifs. @ladyunderthemolehill

My heart knows (you’re the missing piece)

by makexianxianhappytoday

T, WIP, 67k, Wangxian

Summary: At a young age, Wei Ying thought that Lotus Pier was his sanctuary. Wei Ying thought wrong. What if Wei Wuxian had chosen to leave Yunmeng Jiang even before attending the cloud recesses, how does it changes things? Rogue cultivator WWX! fic (for awhile!) * chpt 1 could be read as a one-shot * but also im making it into a short series

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[serenofroses]

Some random headcanons I got for Kritanta and Vowrawn:

They met during the ten years gap between Kotor 1 and Kotor 2 in this verse. They formed friendship which later it turned into something more when Kotor 2 starts.

They're a t4t bisexual couple.

Kritanta was a Jedi Knight back then.

Before Kotor 2, the two of them had a top surgery as Vowrawn donated his boobs to Kritanta.

Kritanta is taller than Vowrawn. She's more of a grumpy stotic type while Vowrawn was a ray of sunshine.

No matter when Vowrawn starts to stir up dramas with other Sith Lords or nobles, Kritanta would always come to his rescue.

Vowrawn loves to sit on Kritanta's lap and being carried in her arms. Breaking the gender norms.

Their romantic relationship started at the start of Kotor 2 and the two shared a kiss. It's strongly implicated they might have their first time sex during Nar Shadda arc.

Kritanta had defended and protected Vowrawn from Darth Nilihus. Encouraging him to face his fears.

Kritanta and Vowrawn are actually the replacement to Exile and Visas within my canon divergence verse. Just more preestablished relationship.

Vowrawn was distraught over not being able to find Kritanta after she was a victim and taken by the Sith Emperor. Vowrawn was captured and sent to the Sith Empire as a slave (again) and rose to the highest ranks that see him ascend to the Dark Council on Ancient Knowledge.

With many unsuccessful lucks, he believed that Kritanta was long gone (unaware she was alive and kept away in cryogenic machine. she was released a few years before Retaking Korriban, which she played a major part in and saw a rival in Malgus).

Vowrawn had many lovers and sexual partners over the years but none of them were committed relationships as he still misses Kritanta. He broke off the relationships when things got too serious.

Fast forward a decade and so later (around 30-ish BTC), he became a target by power hungry, traditionalist Sith seeking to claim his Seat. Those were unsuccessful in theur attempts because they were thwarted by a mysterious Wrath. Thus saving Vowrawn's life.

Vowrawn was quite shocked to come face to face with Kritanta after so long... although she looked completely different than what he fondly remembered.

They made up for lost time being apart, telling her about their Ebon Hawk crew being long gone, how much had changed. Kritanta told him about what happened to her. Vowrawn wishes he had known about this but Kritanta was hidden away for a reason by the Sith Emperor.

Vowrawn had reassured Kritanta that she was worthy of his love despite her thinking he deserved someone better than her. 'I never stopped loving you, Sev. You are my heart, my soulmate.'. They rekindled their relationship then got married and became biological parents to Ania and Jazmyn.

Kritanta offered to help Vowrawn out when needed. Her Wrath duties sees her spending a lot of time in military as she favoured. Forming strong alliance with Darth Marr later on.

[grumpy-zane]

(( Watched all of Ice chapter for the world building. got a little derailed, but kept to it for the most part. Here are my observations below:

Episode 1

Heavily mountainous, and snowy. High elevation, yet no icebergs.

layer of clouds, presumably blocking out the sun?

HEXAGONAL FORMATIONS, meaning Basaltic. AKA: highly volcanic.

Trees have a root structure akin to mangrove trees. Perhaps it was marshland beneath the freeze?

Wolves are dark. The marshland must also be pretty dark, they have not adapted their coat to match the camo of the snow

The inhabitants have blue garb with Red highlights. Foliage or perhaps shell-based dyes? Trade?

Live in a place surrounded by mountains, with a large pond inside. Caldera?? very large caldera?

Dark ice is sort of like mirrors.

Episode 2

Pass from the lake village to the castle, called 'mala-wojira', or Wojira's Wrath. Culturally believed that she is the one that causes avalanches. The place is highly reactive to noise/motion.

The sun is not fully blocked, at least when it is setting. Therefore, the clouds are only overhead but not too far wide.

Clouds not present at night.

people made of ice fully, some just mind controlled. ice controlled. very funny.

Episode 3

'There can be no ice without water' WRONG, Solid Nitrogen GO

I love Nya's temper. hwaaaa. She and Kai both hate being dead weight

Not all inhabitants of the realm are formlings, in fact there's some worry that they are cursed, or at least the formling village vex came from. -The magic ice can spread from those who are under its spell to non-cursed

Episode 4

UV being a fan of Lou is very funny, yet I am sure she is not the only one.

Fugi-dove's first appearance.

Kais eyes are more yellow than Nyas. Coles eyes are grey or black? hard to tell. Jays are blue ofc.

Pixal is OP.

Episode 5

Giant bird is part of the normal fauna of the realm.

Zane making note that he feels as though he has been there for quite some time, though this may allude that he was not the emperor for very long. However, this contradicts the idea that the village lady planted, in that its been cold for a stupid long time. (Decades)

Episode 6

Cole your anxiety dreams… This seems to be something he has normally. :(

THATS A LARGE TOOTHBRUSH. Jay by far must have the best dental hygiene.

Nyas struggle answers an interesting question, in that understanding similar elements is a thing that's inherently hard.

It is known in the village that travelers occasional 'stop by' and get leaves from the travelers tree to leave. This may be why they aren't so inquisitive of their sudden appearance.

It takes the wind out of Cole to do some terraforming.

Episode 7

CRAIG. ohh my god the flowers on the burial mounds probably are where the blue dye comes from.

There's small little crab apple looking things in the realm. They smell bad.

The Ice samurai have hunted the Craig species for sport. The Craig Species is an herbivorous fauna.

Travelers Tree. it creates its own heat, as well as being in a place far above the cloud line. needs Regular sunlight. Flowers are buttercup shaped, and the apple-like fruits come from it. Presumably, the tree also smells bad. I don't know why the tea is made of flower pedals, you tell me. Floral Tea I suppose.

Episode 8

'Legion of Grimfax', named after the captain. the legions are divided by generals. Assumedly, there's only one?

There are still no glaciers. There's a lot of frozen bodies of water. I have to assume that it rains a lot, or did rain a lot at some point, which also explains the marshland further down.

The shape of the rock construct is very similar to the shape of the Guardian in the Birchwood forest. Also made of Basalt.

Episode 9

Apples are native to the realm.

Chickens, bears, falcons, wolves, elk, Rabbits. (Formling types)

Vex' failure to find his animal form was 'a long time ago'. Perhaps Zane really wasn't the ice emperor for too long, due to Vex just being kind of the only icified guy. If the natural state of winter in the never realm allows for greenery, then it must not be a super cold winter.

Formling ritual includes a travel in silence, as well as a chase to ones own animal. It's granted to the formling once said formling catches their animal. Perhaps Vex did not catch his, it probably didnt show up for he is 'not worthy'. The Ritual also seems to only occur in the winter(?)

There is a type of purple berry as flora as well, in the form of a bush.

Boreas is the one who doomed the formlings. It is good to note that the ice does not kill, but freezes.

Zane and Vex did not have an army until recently it seems. He and Vex brough boreas, but no others.

Episode 10

There are a lot of large ribcages. What large fauna have been killed? large quadropeds of some sort?

The castle probably existed long before Zane inhabited it. I wonder who made it in the past?

Episode 11

The Realm tea opening to Chima Beavers. Mystake made the travelers tea recipe.

Very interesting that tea leaves open to any realm. First Realm, Chima, Underworld, Cloud Kingdom, Departed Realm.

THE DEPARTED REALM!!! Its Green and dark, perhaps the preeminent's existence there has warped parts of it.

Speaking of the Preeminent, she appears to have the whole realm inside of her. When she died, she appeared in the departed realm, though is still the embodiment of the cursed realm. Is she smaller than she was before?

Episode 12

The castle is the king of the realm(?) the samurai are clad in Red.

Zane seems surprisingly level headed when using the scroll. However, he seemed to struggle slightly to put it down.

Zanes 'I feel like I have been here a long time' does not make sense given how quickly he just spawned in the realm, but perhaps he is temporally displaced and is feeling the effects of said displacement.

Episode 13

Zane seems rather adamant on not killing. Its strange that his ice isn't killing.

Corrupted Ice behaves like Vengestone. Perhaps Vengestone is Corrupted Earth.

The Ice samurai are not fully 'evil', or rather fully mind controlled. At least, not the general.

Episode 14

'Lava Zombies' the name of an old arcade game made my Milton Dyer

Craig is 8 ft tall.

Zane spends a lot of time sleeping. perhaps constantly using his element is doing a number on him.

Episode 15

the berries are more potent than the tea leaves.

[ivorys-back]

TWOF Overview

Okay, so since I've kinda been hyper-focusing on Angels and Demons for a while, I think it's about time I just let this whole thing out.

TWOF stands for 'The World of Fantasia', which is the crossover AU I've been working on for years. It tells the story of Alex Blackwood and Cassie Springfield, two teenage girls who travel to the the fantasy world (named Fantasia), and find out that they're destined to get rid of an evil as old as time itself.

In this post, I'll be going through the synopsis of each book and a basic plot of what the girls go through. I don't have the whole series figured out quite yet, but I'm getting there! I'll also put parenthesis beside each title to give you an idea of who they meet along the way.

(This is long so I'll put it under a cut)

Book 1: The Journey Begins (first trip in Fantasia) Alex Blackwood and Cassie Springfield's world is about to change. When an old friend of the girls' gives them a treasured storybook, they have no idea they’re about to enter a land beyond all imagining: Fantasia, where mythical creatures live separated from the humans, yearning to be reunited. But as Alex and Cassie soon discover, the stories of creatures they know and love aren't as they seem in this magical land—there's more than one god, Drachenfels is a kingdom of dragons, and they have a guardian angel! The girls want to get back home. But with a legendary prophecy to fulfill and entire legions of monsters on their trail, will they ever find their way?

Book 2: The Wrath of Krane (second trip) After decades of hiding, the evil that has haunted Fantasia for centuries is back with a vengeance—but not without help. Alex Blackwood and Cassie Springfield have not been back to the magical world of Fantasia since their adventures in The Journey Begins ended. But one night, they learn that an evil dragon has kidnapped Alex's mother! Against the will of their godfather Yinlong, the girls must and their own way into Fantasia to rescue Mrs. Blackwood and save Fantasia from the greatest threat it's ever faced.

Book 3: The Blazing Light (Lion King) Cassie Springfield thinks her fantasy adventures are behind her—until she discovers a mysterious clue left by the famous Dante Alighieri. With help from her classmate Audrey and Yinlong's sister Yue, Cassie sets off on a mission across Italy to crack the seven-hundred-year-old of the spirit world. Meanwhile, Alex Blackwood is training to become the next Protector of Fantasia…but her attempts at being a leader don't go as she planned. Will she ever be truly ready to lead the Mystic Council? When all signs point to disaster for Fantasia, Cassie and Alex must join forces with their friends and enemies to save the day. But nothing can prepare them for the coming battle…or for the secret that will change the girls' lives forever.

Book 4: The Great Unknown (HTTYD, LEGO Elves, Undertale, Warrior Cats) This is just the beginning. Scarface and his army are on the loose in Fantasia, and it’s up to Alex and Cassie to stop him…except Alex has been thrown off the Council, and no one will believe they’re in danger. With only the help of the ragtag group of Snow, Jake, Nikko, Ruby, Drago, and Majikku, the girls discover one of Fantasia's biggest mysteries: on the other side of a massive mountain range is a land filled with wonders, but Scarface is there, planning recruiting an army of Fantasia’s greatest evils! So begins a race through the wondrous Underground, the fantastical Forest of the Clans, the vast kingdom of Draconia, and beyond. Can Alex and Cassie catch up to Scarface, or will they be one step behind until it’s too late?

Book 5: Beyond the Mainland (Cuphead, BATIM) Scarface has captured all the royal families from Fantasia with the help of his army of villains. With his sinister plan finally in motion, he is eager to destroy the families and take his place as emperor. Alex and Cassie know they are no match against Scarface’s legion of monsters, but they realize that they may be in possession of the greatest weapon of all: a place beyond the Mainland! So begins the girls' journey across the sea to Inkwell Isles to gather an army of demons, object-people, and ink-monsters as they band together for the ultimate fight against Scarface. Meanwhile, an even more dangerous plan is brewing—one that could change the fates of both mythics and humans forever.

Book 6: Battle for the Afterlife (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss/SCP Foundation) After allying themselves with the Devil himself, the archangel Raphael comes down to assist them on their journey, and brings them all to Heaven to ask for help from the gods. However, not all goes as planned, as a traitor lurks among the clouds and pearly gates. A wicked demons sends Alex and Cassie away from Fantasia into alternate universes. Alex awakes in a facility filled with cryptids and monsters; Cassie wakes in a version of Hell and is surrounded by sinners and imps, battling horned angels who are bent on eradicating all of Hell. Can the girls navigate through these strange worlds and find a way back to each other before it's too late?

Book 7: ???

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From a bad translation, Russian to English. Unedited because I’m too lazy.😁🤷🏽

SOHEI - BUDDHIST WARRIORS OF ANCIENT JAPAN

Sohei ( дат Sohei, literally "monk-soldier") - Buddhist warrior monks of feudal Japan. At certain points in history, they had considerable power, thus forcing imperial and military governments to cooperate.

They were similar to the mountain ascetes of yamabushi, but unlike the yamabushi hermits, the soheis were usually organized into large armies or units. Most famous is their Enryaku-ji Monastery on Mount Heei, not far from Kyoto.

Many common traits the Soheis had with warrior monks from Germany or other religious orders (for example, such as participating in a crusade; the Soheis did not operate as individuals or even as members of individual temples, but rather as warriors of the Great Brotherhood or monastic order).

Warrior monks first “claimed themselves” in the late 10th century, in the Heian era, during fierce political disputes between Buddhist temples and sects over receiving various titles from the emperor. The main confrontation took place in the area of Kyoto and Nara cities, in Japan's 4 largest temples - Todai-ji, Kofuku-ji, Mii-dera and Enryaku-ji.

The first armed encounter occurred in 949. , when 56 monks from Todai-ji came out to the Imperial Palace in Kyoto to protest against their inconvenient assignment. These kinds of performances lasted throughout the 10th century and often ended in a murder.

Since 981 Clashes began between the 2 main temples of the Tendai Buddhist sect - Enryaku-ji and Mii-dera. Armed clashes between these temples lasted with breaks throughout the 11th century and early XII. Along with the armies, violence has also increased. Sometimes it even came to the burning of an unfriendly residence. Other temples were also gradually involved in conflicts, joining forces with yesterday's enemies to confront other temples.

A prolonged civil war began in Japan at the end of the 12th century. Temples distracted themselves from constant windows, observing events happening in the country. Hostile houses of Minamoto and Tyra tried to persuade warrior monks of Kyoto and Nara to replenish their samurai armies. The Sohei claimed themselves in 1180, when the Mi-dera monks along with the samurai of the Minamoto house tried to protect the bridge across the Uji River from the invasion of Tyra troops. During this battle, known as the Battle of Uji, the monks disassembled the pillars of the bridge so that the horse samurai could not cross the river.

After the Gampay war, many monasteries began to reform. Their political power grew generally in peaceful ways, and the Soheis almost did not participate in the battles of the 13th-XIV centuries. During the wars of the Nambokuteo-era, Mount Hyei gave refuge to the rebellious Emperor Go-Daigo. With his son and soheis, he tried to gather forces for a short-term rebellion against the Kamakura shogunate. After this, another military government, the Asikaga shogunate, came to power, bringing an end to the restoration of Kammu. The new shogunate supported the Zen sect more than others, and therefore attracted the wrath of warrior monks. From 1340 to 1360, many clashes occurred between the temples of the Zen and Tendai sect.

The Onin War, which began in 1467, dragged on more than a century-old civil war in Japan and forced warrior monks to reform again. In contrast to the turmoil of the Jekyu years and the invasion of the Mongols in the XIII century, the main theater of the Onin war became Kyoto, and therefore the Sohei could not stay away. In addition, new sects of warrior monks appeared in the country. While monks from Mount Hiyei were adherents of the Tendai doctrine, the newly-baked monks, who were given the collectively name ikko-ikki, followed the rules of the jodel-sinsu (True School of the Pure Earth). This practice was followed, among others, by many fundamentalist priests, peasants and houses, who were ready to fight for their beliefs. In 1488, their leader, named Rennyo, raised a rebellion against the power of the samurai, and warrior monks seized the province of Kaga. From this direction they began to expand, capturing the temple of Isiyama Hongan-ji in Nagashima (sovr. Mie Prefecture). A little later, part of the land in Mikawa province (part of the sovr.) came under their control. p. Haiti). Their power and influence drew the attention of some of the mightiest princes of the warring provinces, Oda Nobunagi and Togukawa Ieyasu. They considered the warrior monks as the enemies of the samurai laws and a threat to their power. Yeyasu attacked the monks of Mikawa in 1564, but failing to defeat them in battle, he returned later with the monks of his friendly Jedo-syu school, winning and taking almost all of the possessions from the losers.

While the power of Oda Nobunagi was strengthening and expanding in the late 1560s, the Enryaku-ji monks were gaining military strength and clashes were resumed on the streets of Kyoto, now with the new Nitiren Buddhist sect. After defeating the enemy, they began to look for allies among the dimes. To their misfortune, they contacted the houses of Asai and Asakura who were sworn enemies of Nobunag. 29 September 1571 The 30 thousand Oda army stormed Mount Hyei and burned down the Enryakudzi Monastery. Although the temple itself will be restored later, there were no more warrior monks in it.

Then Oda Nobunaga fought the ikko-ikki in their forts of Nagasima and Isiyama Hongan-ji. In the summer of 1574, with the help of the old pirate Kuki Yoshitaki, Nobunaga blocked their forts and began to starve the monks. 20 thousand people were burned along with their homes. Two years later, Nobunaga returned to Isiamu Hongan-ji, a temple he failed to conquer last time. In two maritime battles under Kidzugawaguti Nobunaga, the house of Mori, whose fleet was still considered to be the strongest in the region. Finally, the Soheis were forced to surrender in 1580.

Between 1580 and 1590, not only warrior monks, but all of Japan was divided into two camps: supporters of Toyotomi Hideyoshi or his opponent in the struggle for power - Tokugawa Ieyasu. When was the last one in 1603 finally will gain full power over the whole country, the Sohei era will end forever.

The Soheis had quite a variety of weaponry. Although most commonly associated with naginata, warrior monks also often used bows, tanto (daggers) and wakidashi (short swords).

The Soheis, like other Buddhist monks, wore kimono-like clothes, usually white at the bottom and beige at the top. They wore traditional Japanese sandals on their feet (this one, Varaji, etc.) ). The head was covered with white scarves or a hatimaki bandage.

The attire of the Ikko-ikki monks was a little more diverse due to their peasant origins, ranging from simple rural attire to various types of bras and helmets. In addition to the aforementioned armament, the icco-icca monks had a small number of arkebuses.

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Author Ask Tag

Kindly tagged by @writernopal 💕

1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

The Last Wrath's main message, throughout many of the character arcs, is that one must not lose hope, even through the darkest times, and that to find that light in the dark, one has to take action, instead of waiting for a savior that may never come.

It also includes messages of acceptance and diversity (in the sense of the need for respect and tolerance for a harmonious society), learning from the past but not letting it define the future, and the need to take a stand for what you believe in. The value of freedom. Change, and its presence in all beings and things, is also an important theme.

TLW also shows how cruelty and injustice (of all kinds) can shape not only a world but the people within it.

On another note, The Last Wrath is also a story that criticizes how crooked people with enough power act like they are above others, and how prejudice can be one of the greatest evils a society can harbor. It criticizes oppression and corrupt systems, as well as criticizes against people who think they can take whatever they want because they can (be it in the more direct sense, like a conquest, or something more subtle but just as dangerous)

And it shows how there is still good even if it is hidden by the existence of great evil, and that the only way to find freedom, is to believe and accept yourself, and actively seek it - even if it may seem impossible at first, there is a brighter future ahead.

As for why I chose these themes, while most of them came naturally to the plot, it is also - in some ways - the story themes that I would've liked to read in the past and feel the message of a striving for a brighter future despite the odds, can be important to a lot of people out there too.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

The Last Wrath takes a lot of inspiration from past civilizations that existed during the Ancient Times and Medieval Ages. I often find myself reading history books, researching historical articles, or even watching videos with random curiosities about the past, and all of those things eventually serve as a basis from which I built the fully fictional world that is the continent of Agrannor.

While my inspirations were varied the few ancient and medieval cultures that immediately come to mind when I think about some specific kingdoms/locations in Agrannor are: Ancient Romans, Ancient Greece, Vikings, the Mongols, Ancient Egypt, Celtic, Feudal Europe (especially England, France and Germany), Mediterranean, Ancient Middle East, Phoenicians, etc.

Mythology, lore, and folk/fairy tales are also great sources of inspiration for me, especially when it comes to the creation of magical beasts and creatures with a twist.

I also find myself inspired by watching different pieces of media, such as good movies or series, that take place in medieval fantasy settings. Something about it just gets me in the mood to write!

Listening to music, looking for aesthetics on Pinterest, daydreaming about my WIPs while listening to vibing songs - all of this helps get me inspired too!

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

Well, aside from the overall goal of "prevent/stop the War of Prophecy from destroying the world" and "defeat the Secret Court and Emperor Aerich", I guess that all of my Main Characters are somehow looking for a missing piece of themselves (not in a literal sense lol, but in the metaphorical sense) and to finally find the place where they belong in the world, their "purpose" so to speak. Of course, each of the protagonists has unique goals and wants, but even those boil down to a variation of these.

As for what I am trying to achieve with them as a writer: I am trying to write a compelling story about unique individuals facing the odds, not because they want to, but because it is the right thing to do. I want to explore some aspects of the human condition through these characters, and how their harsh world shapes each individual in unique ways. How, at the end of the day, they're just people trying to do their best with what chance was given to them, even though they make mistakes and fail sometimes. I want to show how "courage is not the absence of fear, but taking action despite of it. " and that one doesn't have to be born a perfect hero to stand up for what is right or to protect those they love.

Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person? Yes, I do. At least I hope so, lol. But mostly, I want to inspire readers to question the world around them, and to consider looking at things through a different perspective rather than to become blindsided. I hope to show how you can choose your future and define your destiny, even if it is not an easy road for everyone. To embrace differences and let them help you - and the world around you - grow for the better. To consider that to try is the best thing anyone can do at any given moment, and that it is a thousand times better to try - even if there is a risk of failure - than to never try at all.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

While I have the story outlined and plotted, and know how it begins, develops, and ends, I don't know the exact amount of chapters it'll have. As many as it takes to write a well-rounded but concise story, I guess (:

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original! I plan to publish The Last Wrath as an actual novel, one day, and I'm likely to indie publish when the time comes.

6. When and why did you start writing?

I started writing short stories when I was a little kid. I just loved creating stories, worlds, and characters, and creating wonderful things that only existed in my imagination! Sometime later I decided to try and write my first "book" on my dad's computer, which was already sort of medieval fantasy - which had always been my favorite genre, and still is. And this desire to write stayed with me ever since, and now, I actually write real novels and am able to bring the worlds in my imagination to my creations.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

Write the story you want to write, because it deserves to be out in the world, even if you currently doubt yourself, and only you - its author - can bring that story to fruition the way it was meant to be written, and know that you deserve to write whatever the heck you want. For yourself, to have fun doing it. Know that every word on a page, even if it is just a sucky first draft, is a step towards perfecting your craft, and that gentle practice and patience beats stubborn perfectionism (wanting things to come out perfect in the first try), any day.

Tagging (gently) @conkers-theficwriter, @digital-chance, @lyutenw, @exquisitecrow, @clairelsonao3, @cabbojage, @rickie-the-storyteller, @your-absent-father, @anoelleart, @jasperygrace

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Submariner Summer 37

Many felicitations unto thee, Namor Nation! We gather for #SubmarinerSummer read through part 37 for another great milestone in the history of our sea prince-a series all his own. Yes, we are finally reading Prince Namor, The Sub-Mariner #1! We are kicked off by a legendary cover

And on the title page, Destiny gloats about killing Namor! How's *that* for a start to a series? Roy Thomas stays on scripts from Iron Man and Sub-Mariner #1, and we have John Buscema going all out on pencils. Frank Giacoia on inks and Sam Rosen on letters round out the team

Though victorious, Destiny is still filled with hate, so he gloats that this is his second victory. He then uses his mind powers to set Namor's brain to go over his past, so that he will finally remember the lost amnesia memories that apparently hide the first defeat by Destiny

As a plot device for a flashback issue, not the worst I've seen. So now, Oh ye faithful, thrill to the Silver Age retelling of Namor's origin. It begins with the US explorers led by Captain Leonard McKenzie causing (accidentally) a massive destruction and slaughter in Atlantis

Emperor Thakorr tells his daughter, Princess Fen, to select warriors to investigate; she says yes, but decides to do it herself. She goes to the surface and among the US expedition; soon, she ends up marrying Captain McKenzie! Weeks later, Thakorr DOES send a war party

They retrieve Fen and score some casualties on the Americans in the process, notably Captain McKenzie himself, or so Fen thinks, breaking her heart. But that brief love birthed Namor.

Fast forward to the 40s, and Namor rises to the surface, fighting war upon war

Though the wars ended, he fought still, both Atlanteans rivals like Byrrah and surface crime and enemies. Eventually, though, another destruction came to Atlantis seeming to repeat the one that led to Fen going to the surface. So Thakorr sends Namor to perform Fen's old mission

But this was not an accidental genocide by ignorant surfacers: it was Destiny with his Helmet of Power, killing and destroying just to test his abilities. He then uses them to mind control Namor, and forces him to see his Granfather and emperor, and his mother, die with Atlantis

So we finally see the cause of the destruction of "First Atlantis" that was alluded to way back in Submariner Summer part 30, covering TtA #96.

But Destiny's not done; he decides to turn Namor into his mind wiped pawn and sends him away while he hibernates one last time

So robbed of his mind and now in New York, Namor flails about a bit at first, before simply beginning to wander without identity or purpose. Y'all...this is nightmare fuel. What a godawful fate, and Destiny basically did it for kicks.

That is, of course, the state he's in when the Human Torch finds him in the classic Fantastic Four #4, which reintroduced Namor. So now we're basically back at the Silver Age, and Namor's memories are finally complete. This wakes him up from Flashback Land, where he's trapped

The ice melting on his body is the water he needs to recover his strength, and suffused with it he bursts free! And with that freedom, Namor plans to visit his wrath on the man called Destiny...and perhaps the entire surface. IMPERIUS REX!

Going to be honest, if I had to relive all that trauma all at once and wasn't just broken into a sobbing heap, I could absolutely want to destroy the world too.

But as a reader, what can I say, this was a fun if extremely truncated ride through Namor's history to that point, with some new additions and revelations in the typical Roy Thomas retcon fashion. It focuses on some key events relevant to the greater story, arc but basically this #1 was Namor 101. 👨🏽‍🏫

But NEXT, we get back to then-current events as Namor starts his hunt for revenge against Destiny as we cover Sub-Mariner #2: Cry...TRITON!

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The Wrath of Rome

PART1

PART 2

pairing: Emperor Geta x F!OC x Lucius

summary: Adona, was once promised to Lucius, son of Lucilla. But when Lucius disappeared, presumed dead, Adona’s future was sealed. Forced into a marriage with Emperor Geta to secure her survival, she struggles to find meaning in a world where her own desires and dreams are crushed by Rome’s brutal power. With no family left but Lucilla and Acacius, Adona must navigate the ruthless politics of the empire while facing her uncertain future.

word count: around 3600

warnings/notes: love hate relationship trope, slow burn, angst,mention of child abandonment, mention of death, loss, forced marriage...Afficher davantage

It was a bright, sunny day. The sea, a brilliant blue, seemed to stretch endlessly, its waves gently undulating beneath the warm afternoon light. The sand was warm beneath Adona’s feet, sinking with each step as if the sea itself wanted to absorb her, to keep her close. She loved this place, this coastline where the land and water met, where every wave seemed to whisper secrets to the soul.

Adona walked aimlessly, lost in the vastness of the ocean. Sometimes, she stopped to look at the horizon, where the sky blended with the water, that invisible line she had never been able to cross, but one she still dreamed of reaching one day. She loved listening to the sound of the waves, the eternal ebb and flow, like a rhythmic heartbeat that calmed her turbulent thoughts. She felt infinitely small, but also infinitely connected to something larger than herself. The sea was her refuge, her sanctuary, her breath.

She crouched for a moment to touch the water, her fingers grazing the salty surface. The coldness of the sea contrasted with the warmth of the sun on her skin, but it was a contrast she cherished, a perfect balance. She closed her eyes, letting herself be engulfed by the coolness, the briny smell filling her nostrils, and the steady rhythm of the waves. It was as if the whole world had vanished, as if here, she had no responsibilities or worries. Only the present moment, the sea, and the peace it offered her.

She would have liked to stay there for hours, or days, but a sudden noise, a heavy step in the sand, broke the sweet harmony. She straightened up in a start, and a guard appeared before her, his features tense, his expression solemn.

“My Lady,” he said in a respectful but grave voice, “it is time to return to the villa. The army returns today, after months of war. ”

Adona felt a pang in her heart. Her gaze instinctively turned toward the horizon, where the sea stretched out to the end of the world, as though she were trying to escape the announcement of the world returning to her. The waves continued their endless dance, indifferent to the upheavals of the land. She stayed there for a moment, frozen, her eyes lost in the vastness, trying to cling to the tranquility of the ocean. But the guard’s words, like a gust of wind, blew through this fragile peace.

She took a deep breath, feeling more and more distant from the place she loved so much. Yet, she knew that duty called. Lucilla was waiting for her. She then slowly turned her head toward the guard, giving a slight nod without a word. They exchanged a silent glance, a tacit agreement.

They began walking together, their steps sinking into the sand as Adona, her eyes still fixed on the sea, made her way toward the villa. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the sea itself were trying to hold her back, but Adona knew she couldn’t stay there, not yet. The sea would remain her sanctuary, a refuge to which she would return soon. But for now, it was elsewhere that she needed to be.

The guard bowed slightly before her. "My Lady, I’ll leave you to your quarters.it will not be long."

Adona thanked him with a gesture, but her mind was already elsewhere. She hurried through the villa's corridors, each step bringing her closer to Lucilla. When she crossed the threshold of her room, a wave of relief washed over her.

Lucilla was sitting by the window, her eyes fixed on the outside. Her silhouette, almost invisible in the soft light of the day, seemed as fragile as the wind blowing outside. When she turned her head and saw Adona, a faint smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes betrayed a deep concern.

"Adona..." she murmured, her voice soft but laced with anxiety.

Adona sat beside her, her heart heavy. She knew the army’s return wasn’t just a moment of joy or relief. It was also a return to reality, a reality marked by war, by the heavy responsibilities everyone had to bear.

A messenger arrived in haste to announce the emperors' invitation. The two women looked at each other, a mix of perplexity and concern in their eyes. "The Empire rejoices at the general’s return," the messenger had said, in a neutral voice. "You are expected at the imperial palace. The emperors insisted that you be present this evening." Adona felt a shiver of anxiety crawl up her back. She had hoped to avoid such formalities for a while. The war was over, but everything that came with it—the obligations, the court, the expectations—was just beginning. However, she showed no sign of it. Lucilla straightened up, her face hardened by the news. Her gaze darkened, but she remained calm. She knew that every movement in the imperial court was calculated, every act measured. It was an invitation, yes, but an invitation that left little room for refusal. Her gaze turned to Adona, but there was no doubt or hesitation in her eyes. Lucilla knew Adona was not one to yield to pressure, especially not when it came to submitting to the imperial court. "We will make sure to stay aside," Lucilla replied, a slight furrow in her brow marking her face.

Within hours, they were ready. Their outfits were neat, dignified for their rank. Guards surrounded them like silent shadows, watching every step they took toward the imperial palace. The journey to the palace was made in heavy silence, punctuated only by the sound of hooves striking the ground. Adona said nothing, but her thoughts were clear. She knew the war was just a game of chess for those who held the reins, and tonight, she would have to play her part again. The procession slowly moved forward, and the streets of the palace were filled with impatient murmurs. Adona walked in the middle of the procession, her eyes fixed straight ahead, but her mind wandered. With each step, the reality of the evening became more deeply ingrained in her. Tonight, the emperors, the senator, and all those around her were playing their roles on a chessboard she knew well, but whose rules sometimes eluded her. The guards were perfectly aligned around them, an invisible barrier isolating Adona from the rest of the city. She felt the weight of the situation on her shoulders, a pressure growing stronger as they approached the imperial palace. The imposing golden door of the palace loomed on the horizon, almost threatening. It was the threshold of a world she had long observed, but to which she had never truly wanted to belong. That world was not hers, or at least, that’s what she had tried to believe. But tonight, there was no escape. She had not chosen to go to the palace, but the emperors had chosen her, and that changed everything. Their footsteps echoed through the palace courtyard, and Adona felt her heart beat faster. The crowd erupted in cheers, familiar and unfamiliar faces mingling in a whirlwind of rumors and speculation. The generals, the advisors, the nobles—all were there. Adona briefly turned toward Lucilla. One glance. No words needed. They both knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just the return of a general or a senator. Adona lowered her gaze slightly, trying to control the waves of thoughts crashing in her mind. She knew the rules of the game were clear. Appearance. Discipline. Submission. She could not afford to show weakness tonight.

As they entered the hall, the air seemed thick with tension, the weight of power almost palpable in the opulent space. The walls were adorned with golden tapestries depicting scenes of victory, war, and conquest. The floor beneath their feet gleamed with marble, reflecting the grand chandeliers that hung like ornate constellations above. Nobles, senators, and generals filled the room, their eyes glinting with ambition. Adona felt the eyes of the assembly turn toward her, the weight of their gazes like an invisible shackle pulling at her every move. She held her chin high, determined not to show any sign of the unease that threatened to bubble to the surface. Lucilla remained by her side, a silent but steadfast presence. Together, they walked to the center of the hall, where the emperors awaited.

At the far end of the room, the emperors sat on their thrones, flanked by their closest advisors and guards. They radiated power, their expressions calm but unreadable. 

Caracalla leaned forward slightly on his throne, his fingers idly tapping against the gilded armrest. His piercing gaze lingered on Adona, a slow smirk curving his lips, as if he had already made up his mind about her. Beside him, his brother Geta observed her with a different kind of intensity—curiosity mixed with something more calculating, more insidious. Though their expressions differed, one thing was clear: neither of them hid their intentions.

The tension in the room thickened. Adona remained poised, her chin lifted as she met Geta’s gaze without flinching. She knew the weight of imperial scrutiny; she had grown up in its shadow. But tonight, under the flickering light of torches and chandeliers, she felt as though she had walked into the lions' den unarmed.

Caracalla finally broke the silence, his voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous.

"Lady Adona," he mused, his tone almost playful. "Your reputation precedes you. Many have spoken of your wit, your spirit... your beauty. I see now that none of it was exaggerated."

A murmur ran through the gathered nobles, some exchanging knowing glances, others watching in rapt silence. Lucilla tensed beside Adona, but said nothing.

Adona refused to be flustered. She bowed slightly, keeping her expression unreadable. "You honor me, Caesar. Though I suspect a man of your stature hears many such praises."

Caracalla chuckled at her deflection, but there was no humor in his eyes. "Flattery and truth are not always so easily separated, my lady."

Geta, who had remained silent until now, leaned forward, resting his elbow on the armrest and cupping his chin. "Tell us, Lady Adona, do you find Rome’s imperial court to your liking? Or do you long for the simplicity of the sea you seem so fond of?"

There was something pointed in his words, something probing. How could he know about such a thing? Has he been spying on her ?  Adona weighed her response carefully, aware that every syllable was being scrutinized.

"Rome is the heart of the Empire," she said smoothly. "To serve it is both duty and honor. But the sea, Caesar, does not demand. It does not scheme. It simply exists, free of ambition. Perhaps that is why men fear it."

Geta’s lips twitched in amusement, but his eyes remained cold. "Spoken like someone who knows the dangers of ambition firsthand."

"And you, Caesar?" Adona countered smoothly. "Do you fear ambition, or do you wield it like a weapon?"

A tense silence followed, and for a moment, Geta merely studied her. Then, he let out a low chuckle, but there was nothing reflective in his expression—only hunger for something more. "Ambition is not to be feared, nor mastered," he said, leaning in slightly. "It is to be seized. With both hands, before another takes it from you."his voice quieter, almost reflective. "But tell me, Adona, have you ever wished for a different fate? One not dictated by duty and power?"

Adona hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity in his voice. She searched his gaze, trying to decipher whether this was another test or a genuine question. "Sometimes," she confessed, "but fate is not so easily rewritten."

Geta leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Perhaps not. But it can be... influenced."

Before she could respond, Caracalla’s smirk returned, his voice breaking the charged moment. "And tell me, Lady Adona, do you fear ambition?"

Adona hesitated only for a fraction of a second. "I fear only those who wield it recklessly."

A dangerous silence settled over the hall. The nobles and senators looked between the two brothers, waiting to see how they would react. Caracalla’s smile faded just slightly, his amusement tempered by something deeper—perhaps irritation, perhaps intrigue. Geta, for his part, exhaled softly, as if savoring her response.

Lucilla took a step forward then, subtly positioning herself beside Adona. "Your Majesties," she interjected smoothly, "Rome has won another victory, and we are all grateful for the peace it has brought. Should we not celebrate such a triumph rather than burden Lady Adona with philosophy?"

Geta studied Lucilla for a moment before chuckling. "Ever the diplomat, dear Lucilla. Very well, we shall celebrate. But know this, Lady Adona—Rome rewards those who prove themselves loyal. And punishes those who do not."

Adona tilted her head, studying him. "And what is its price, Caesar?"

The unspoken threat lingered between them, but Adona refused to let it rattle her. She met Geta’s gaze once more, offering him the barest of nods.

The festivities continued late into the night, the grand hall filled with laughter, music, and the scent of spiced wine. Adona remained poised, engaging in polite conversation when necessary, yet always aware of the twin shadows looming over her—Caracalla and Geta. She could feel their eyes on her even as they mingled with other nobles, their interest in her not waning.

The sound of trumpets echoed through the palace, signaling the arrival of the victorious army. A roar of excitement swept through the hall as the doors opened wide, revealing General Acacius, his armor still dusted with the remnants of battle, his presence commanding as he strode inside. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating the return of their hero.

Lucilla, unable to contain her joy, rushed to meet him, her face alight with relief and happiness. She reached for his hands, and for a fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to vanish. The war had taken much, but it had spared him, and for that, she was grateful.

But Adona’s heart pounded for a different reason. Her eyes searched desperately through the ranks of returning soldiers. Then she saw him—a soldier stepping forward, not her father, but a man bearing his sword.

Her breath caught. The soldier knelt before her, bowing his head as he presented the blade. "My Lady," he murmured, "he fought bravely. He was an honorable man."

Silence crashed over her. The world blurred at the edges, but she did not allow her mask to slip. With steady hands, she accepted the sword. It was heavier than she remembered.

And in that moment, she understood. She was truly alone now.

She straightened, her eyes turning toward the emperors. Geta was watching her, his expression unreadable—but in his gaze, she saw the truth. With her father gone, there was nothing left to stop him.

The game had begun. And in Rome, such games could be deadly.

Acacius searched for Adona with his eyes, and as soon as he spotted her, he approached her with a slow, almost hesitant step.

When their eyes met, he paused for a moment. Then, without a word, he tried to kneel before her, as if to beg for forgiveness.

"No, get up immediately, Acacius," Adona said.

"Adona..."

His voice was hoarse, but there was that tenderness in his tone that she had always known. "I'm sorry. I did everything I could to save your father." He took a deep breath, his gaze intensifying. "He was an honourable man, and I prayed to the gods for his survival. But he couldn't..." His words faltered, almost too heavy to bear. Adona remained silent, her face frozen. She had learned never to show weakness, never to let others see the depth of her pain. Her hands gripped her father's sword, the blade still fresh with the blood of war.

"I know," she said at last, her voice soft but sharp, like a wire. She lowered her eyes for a moment before lifting her head with dignity. "But you're not responsible, Acacius." Her eyes hardened, her jaw tightening. "He chose to go to battle... And it was war that took him."

Acacius fell silent, a flicker of pain crossing his gaze. He suspected Adona needed more time to accept this truth, but he couldn't leave her alone in her suffering.

"Come, Adona," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's time to leave this palace. This evening has been too much for the three of us." She wrapped an arm around the young woman's waist, offering her warmth and support, before giving her a reassuring glance. Acacius, with his imposing stature and calm gait, led the way, closely followed by Lucilla, who kept Adona near her. They made their way through the grand hall, navigating through the still-joyful guests, but their passage, though discreet, did not go unnoticed. Whispers fell silent in their wake, as though Acacius's majesty and Lucilla's grace commanded a tacit respect.

But as they neared the exit, a commanding, cold, and authoritative voice echoed through the hall, calling Acacius. All three stopped dead in their tracks. Acacius turned towards the voice that had interrupted their retreat. There, in the shadows of the grand hall, stood the two emperors, their eyes laden with calculation and power. Geta’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, a nearly carnivorous smile on his lips, his cold, piercing gaze scrutinising Adona with an intensity that made her shiver. Behind him, Caracalla said nothing, his expression as impassive as ever. But the tension between the brothers was palpable, a silent competition, a cruel game to see who would gain control of the situation.

Acacius immediately stopped, his protective stance becoming more pronounced, muscles tensed beneath his armour. He slowly turned his gaze towards Geta. "The hour is late, Your Majesty. We need rest. Allow us to leave." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying defiance, an implicit refusal to submit to the emperor's whims.

Lucilla, who knew exactly how to read Geta’s intentions, placed a protective hand on Adona's arm, ready to intervene if the situation escalated. She slightly turned to face Geta, her voice polite but filled with tension. "You’ve already had your victory tonight. Allow us to retire."

But Geta was not content with that answer. He stepped forward, his gaze still fixed on Adona, like a predator spotting its prey. He was in no hurry; he savoured this moment. He positioned himself in front of her, his imposing figure dominating, his eyes never leaving her, though the aura of seduction he radiated did not escape anyone’s notice.

He lowered his head slightly, a sly smile on his lips, and, in a hushed tone laced with implication, he spoke to Adona. "I am truly sorry for the loss of your father, Adona." His words were syrupy, too perfect, although a glimmer of satisfaction briefly flashed in his dark eyes. "It’s a great loss for Rome... And, I suppose, for you." He paused, as if weighing each word with delight.

Adona stared at him without blinking, her gaze as sharp as steel. Her hands tightened into a fist around the hilt of her father’s sword, the heavy, cold weapon between her fingers, a symbol of everything she had lost. She took a slow breath, but when she spoke, her voice was as clear as the sound of iron striking marble.

"Really, Your Majesty?" Her question rang with defiance, with an audacity that few would have dared in a room so charged with power. "And tell me, are you truly sorry, or are you simply savouring your victory? Is your satisfaction tonight sweeter than my pain?"

She fixed him with her gaze, her face impassive, but each word was a sharpened weapon, a direct response to the treacherous game he was playing. Her eyes did not waver, and her posture remained straight, unwavering in the face of the shadow of threat that loomed in Geta’s eyes.

Adona felt a shiver run through her, though she showed no sign of weakness. She knew what this meant. Everyone in the hall knew. Geta could not afford to show his joy openly, but everyone understood that his victory was as great as Adona’s pain. He relished this moment. A part of him was celebrating, but he hid his triumph behind a mask of hypocrisy.

He let a moment of silence stretch on, his words growing heavier with each passing second. "You are an heir, a promise for Rome’s future, and tonight, everything changes for you. I’m sure we’ll meet again much sooner than you expect."

The implication was clear, unambiguous. He spoke of a future where Adona would no longer be able to flee. He didn’t say outright that he would marry her, but the intention was evident. She would not escape whatever he had planned for her, no matter her desires.

Without another word, Geta turned away, and Caracalla followed his brother, but not without one last glance back, as though an invisible thread continued to weave its web around Adona.

Silence fell once again on the hall, heavy and oppressive. Acacius finally turned to Adona, his gaze filled with concern. "We must leave, now." He leaned slightly to offer his support, but Adona did not respond immediately.

[curiosity-killed]

Fandom asks: M, P, Q, U, and X

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

oh gosh. going to go with....His Radiancy from HOTE/whatever the series is called except that there's a 90% chance i'd get fried bc i am a pretty big hugger with my friends

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

hmmm okay who rules the world scifi AU where hei fengxi & bai fengxi are both assigned, randomly, to the same off-world internship around...*rolls dice* interplanetary regulations on the seizure and restriction of fresh water sources in newly discovered planets (Lanxi is probably doing this as part of his plan to become Space Emperor and Bai Fengxi is doing this to help maintain public access to vital resources)

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

There are a few of these but we'll go with Marvel for the simple reason that I think I less abandoned Voltron and it more imploded. anyway marvel mostly, for me, sort of curdled thru the source material and as that eroded (corroded? bloated?), so did the delight i originally got from it.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

trying to pick different ones from usual and also. make some actual words here

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

i am trying to limit myself to one (1) Human Weapon character here and i am being. So Brave about it

I know that my love of him is Heavily influenced by the Stucky Fandom That Was but like! sunshine dapper lady's man baby boy turned into haunted, ragged ghost turned into a weapon with no name no memory no self!!! breaking out of that!!! choosing to forge a life of his own choice!!! hnnnn

also. i can't not say it. The Arm is one of the sexiest pieces of costume design the MCU has ever done. the shifty shifty plates. the noises. excellent 12/10 i still love it

Miranda (Station Eleven [the book])

I read Station Eleven at an admittedly weird and tender time of my life but my god!! that book Read Me and Miranda was a significant part of that

her thoughts on being a creative, her end scene! I!!!!

Furiosa (Mad Max: Fury Road)

i have an unfortunate abiding love for action movies and if MMFR had come out when i was 8-13 i would have been, Insufferable

i love competence! and trauma!!! and wrath!!!! i love a character thinking they will finally Escape only to realize that they must turn back and make that new world with their own bloodied hands!!

im realizing that 2/3 of these are not actually fandoms im in but they're characters i love so anyway. a fandom can be urself and ur many many many emotions

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

i maintain that h/c is a genre but hurt/comfort. otherwise, glass canon characters. i love to see competence AND whump. ✨duality✨

fandom ABCs

[maverick-werewolf]

UPDATES - Current Projects!

Hi, all! It’s been a hot minute since I really said much here. Let me elaborate on why.

Here are only some of the big things I have in the works! A long post follows...

1. Wulfgard: The Curse of Ankhu - novella series

First up, something I posted a preview for a while back: a trilogy of novellas (that I would later publish as a collection in the form of a single novel) set in Wulfgard and starring a character heretofore unseen in my writing: Djedar Rath. And set in the realm of Kemhet (heavily inspired by ancient Egypt), so much unlike my other publications in that way, too.

A synopsis:

Deep in the mysterious desert of the Red Land, Deshret, lies an ancient tomb, the resting place of one of the greatest evils the world has ever known: Pharaoh Ankhu the Endless. Long did he reign and oppress the people of the Black Land, Kemhet. So great and terrible was his power that the gods themselves descended, defeating and cursing him, burying him in foreign land in a labyrinth never to be found by mortals.

Now Ankhu rises again with each darkening of the moon, a walking mummy, searching for that which he may never find… his own still-beating heart, denying him passage into the afterlife. Over untold ages, Ankhu’s tomb remained undiscovered, a secret protected always by the loyal Medjay, an order serving the many pharaohs of Kemhet who came after.

But now a new threat has arisen— Lord Tefnahkt the Red, cultist and warlock, drives his many slaves to uncover Ankhu’s resting place, unlock his evil power, and once more unleash him upon the world. While a small group of Medjay work to stop Tefnahkt’s plans, one slave may become the key to stopping Tefnahkt – and putting an end to his and Ankhu’s evil once and for all.

In a race against time, five Medjay and the rebellious slave Djedar Rath must stop Tefnahkt from opening the tomb before the coming of the new moon, when Pharaoh Ankhu the Endless will awaken once more… for if he escapes, the world will never survive his wrath.

Expect to see the first novella released very soon!

2. Wulfgard: Knightfall - novel revision

In 2015, I published my first book: The Prophecy of the Six: Knightfall, the main series set in mine and my brother’s world of Wulfgard. Well, now I’m revisiting it, expanding it, revising it, and turning it into something truly epic as I prepare to continue writing the Prophecy series: the main thing I want to do with my life (short of filmmaking). Although it is also many other things, this is what you could call my “werewolf series.” Here is the synopsis:

Sir Thomakos “Tom” Drake is a knight of the Achaean frontier city of Illikon. Together with his close friends and fellow soldiers, he wants only to protect his city and its people from any who would threaten them. But the Achaean Empire to which they swear loyalty is always seeking out new conflicts that put his city in danger.

When Sir Scaevius, Left Hand of the Emperor, arrives in Illikon to recruit Sir Drake to help fight the massing barbarian alliance to the North, Drake has no choice but to obey. But he does not obey without protest, and soon he finds himself fighting not only the barbarians, but his own superiors as well. Meanwhile, strange things begin happening to him. He suffers blackouts, and at night he is plagued by terrifying nightmares. Even worse, he finds himself being stalked by horrific monsters... werewolves. Hated by his superiors, hunted by beasts and assassins, Tom Drake must fight for his home, his life, and even his mind. The events that are about to unfold will change his life, and the world, forever.

More info on this later! I truly hope you’ll give Knightfall a chance when the revision is completed. This series comprises the stories absolutely nearest and dearest to my heart. They, above all else, are the tales I want most to tell - and the thing I absolutely must create and share with the world - before I leave this earth.

3. Werewolf Facts: A Guidebook to Folklore vs Pop Culture - folklore book

So there’s a project I announced a while back, which is a published book edition of my Werewolf Facts I’ve written and posted on the blog here. I am very much still planning to do that, and I’ve been working on it! This will be a compilation of my werewolf facts, but each one will also be expanded and come with full citations, as well as a bibliography, expanded comments, and much more. Stay tuned for news on this book, too!

4. Revamping my personal website + general promotion of my existing work

So my personal website is pretty hideous; that’s a fact. One of my other projects right now is to revamp my personal site completely - again - and make it prettier, more accessible, easier to navigate, and do a better job of presenting my books and werewolf facts, along with my other work.

I also want to promote my work in general, and that’s something I’ve been working on and researching. My personal scoop: promoting completely original work is exhausting, disheartening, and grueling - you put your soul out there and, by and large, no one cares; at the most you’ll get a pat on the head and a ‘nice job’ because it’s cute that you’re trying, I guess. I’ve been working at this literally since my childhood, so I’m intimately familiar with how bad putting your work out there can make you feel.

So I suck at promotion! That’s just an issue with me. It’s something I want to work on. I’m currently investigating avenues of doing so, such as posting my writing on more places across the internet, different publishers, and different sites and communities for me to hang out on and spread the word about my creations. If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! I’d appreciate it. I really do want to promote my stuff better, but I’m just not that good at it. I’d rather just be working on the thing itself, instead, but at some point you have to stop and promote.

5. Werewolf Facts on Twitter

Werewolf Facts’ original home was on Tumblr, and they also live on my personal website, but I’d like to expand their reach, too. So I’m hoping to start posting a werewolf fact as a twitter thread every week for a while, starting next week. These will be semi-condensed editions of the werewolf facts you know here on my tumblr.

6. Making custom LEGO figures & experimenting with other things

I’m always making custom LEGO ‘figs, even if I’m super slow at it. I hope to have more Wulfgard ones around soon, as well as maybe some Nova Refuge, and maybe even some builds/models.

You probably saw me post my Shazam! Fury of the Gods fig recently:

I absolutely loved that movie beyond words, by the way. It reached deep into my soul and awoke something in me again that I honestly kind of feared I had lost or was coming dangerously close to losing. Watch it in theaters if you can still find it - if not, watch it at home. Trust me. It’s worth it.

Getting back on track: I’m only just starting to finally find the courage to start chasing my true and ultimate dream, too. It’s something I have wanted to do for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never known how. I had pretty much given up hope, too, short of a miracle, because I am broke and simply don’t have the means to put myself in any kind of position to enter that world. Well, I’ve found new inspiration recently. I’m not ready to talk about it yet, but let’s just say I am feeling good about the future and starting to dip my toes into the extremely amateur edition of what I want to do. I should’ve done it years ago, but I can’t change that, so I’m gonna do it now. More on that later.

7. Resuming work on Nova Refuge (sci-fi) novels & novellas

A few years ago, I started working in earnest on a sci-fi series called Song of the Stars. That is still very much a thing, and I hope to start publishing the series as novellas soon, as I have enough content written - and some of it even edited, too - to compose several books. Song was always intended to be me trying out a sort of traditional TV show formula, with each novella being a stand-alone “episode” that can also be experienced as a chronological series. I still love Song and I’m very proud of all the work I did on it, and I look forward to sharing it with you in the coming year or two.

I’m also working on a brand new book that is set in Nova Refuge but is extremely cyberpunk in nature, as cyberpunk has always been one of my favorite genres for a million reasons. I’m very excited about this story, and I’ve been working hard on it every weekend for a few weeks now. I’m making fantastic progress, so expect to hear more about it very soon!

8. Running my Patreon

So hey, you know that Patreon thing I run? That’s the best place to get the latest updates from me. I keep that thing updated as best I can. And I am always trying to provide content to my patrons and keep everybody happy and rewarded for showing me so much generous support. I run polls there about what everyone would like to see from me, discuss my writing, my research, and much more. I also post previews of my upcoming work.

I also have been posting a very silly and just-for-fun story there periodically, once a week, for all my Lunatic patrons. My lunatic tiers are my weirder/crazier writing and stuff that will never see the light of day in terms of publishing it as/in any kind of book. The story in question will never leave my Patreon, in fact. I write these always rough draft “lunatic writings” as warm-up sessions to other writing sessions on my major projects or as something just for fun for me to cool down on my day off every week. Feel free to ask me about details regarding Lunatic tiers!

9. Publishing a hardcover edition of The Werewolf: Past and Future

So you know that book I published a while back, the book edition of my master’s thesis? The Werewolf: Past and Future - Lycanthropy’s Lost History and Modern Devolution. It has done some pretty wild sales ever since I published it despite only having 14 ratings!

I’d like to have a hardcover edition available on Amazon, too. It’s on my backburner, so it might not happen anytime terribly soon, but it is on my list and I’d like to get around to that sometime, because I know a lot of people really like hardcover books, and I’d love to see what the hardcover publication is like on Amazon. It’d be my first time checking it out, and it’s something I’d like to investigate for my future books, too.

Also - if you’ve purchased and enjoyed the book, please consider leaving me a review on Amazon (or at least a rating)! Reviews on my books there help me immensely and encourage Amazon to show my book to other people, too. I appreciate every review!

10. Resuming Vampire Facts!?

I might! It might happen! I still see several in my drafts that I am no longer so exhausted and discouraged about. We’ll see if/when that happens and how it’ll work later on sometime, but you might just see folklore posts resume on this blog sometime later this year or next year - or at some random time earlier, we’ll see.

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Whew! And I think that’s quite enough of just a few of the things I’ve been doing since I stopped posting my regular folklore/werewolf/vampire facts. As you can see, I have a very full plate! And I’m actually a really slow eater. No, really, I am. It’s pretty ironic, I know, for those of you familiar with some of the weirder things I like. Anyway--

I’m working as hard as I can go on everything and I’ve actually been writing up a storm. I have an entire novella series ready to be published once they’re done with my editor and artist. I actually have a backlog of books to pester those who work with me because I’ve been writing so fast, and I don’t want to pressure anyone to try to keep up with my insanity.

I’m inspired, I’m motivated, and I’m determined. I’m gonna make these dreams happen, my friends. So expect a lot more news from me soon, including plenty of books! In the meantime, give me a follow here on Tumblr and my other social media:

Patreon — Ko-fi — Twitter  — My Discord Server

And be sure to check out my Patreon if you’re interested in a lot more updates, behind the scenes stuff, previews, and a whole lot more. You can also join my little Discord and come hang out! Everyone is welcome. I’ve been trying to talk there a little more, because though I do be shy (online, anyway) and a bit of a hermit, I can also be a lonely soul. At any rate, you can also toss me a little donation on ko-fi if you’re in the mood; I’m way too ambitious for how low income I am and I am not afraid to admit that, so every single donation of literally anything is appreciated from the bottom of my heart.

I hope everyone’s still with me here on my blog. I love all you fellas, you’ve been really great to me. Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately.

I’ve been working on the side on compiling my werewolf facts into a proper book, as I mentioned, and I also want to get back to doing some werewolf blog posts, as well as posts about other folklore and mythology. I actually recently considered one on the mythology of Ladon, the dragon from Greek myth, because of Shazam! Fury of the Gods (the movie that breathed new life into me and revitalized my soul; a lightning bolt of inspiration in every sense of the phrase, I love it with all my heart, and it reminded me that there is good in this world and it’s worth fighting for)... we’ll see what happens with that.

Until next time!