#nefas

[catilinas]

‘this epic battle was so fucked up and evil that i the narrator will not even describe it’ not even a little bit? 😭

[marcusagrippa]

[lafcadiosadventures]

Vautrin seduces lucien by:

smelling good (too good, proves according to balzac he is not a priest)

having muscular legs

proving awkwardly he speaks latin(see, he *is* a priest)

smoking and generally pretending to be spanish aka never having met an atheist in person -> a french curiosity

is edgy, has read voltaire and practices his doctrines (ghasp)

loves a homoerotic restoration play about a plot against the state of venice(!)

in fact loves the theatre, and strategic card games that imply being didhonest and manipulating adversaries(!!!)

more importantly has lots of money and savoir faire to make lucien’s hypothetical conquest of paris/revenge against asshole journalists and nobles happen

[tunathena]

Googling Roman religious attitudes towards suicide on my school computer, and the first result is a suicide prevention hotline. Like, no, School, I’m not suicidal yet, I’m just thinking about the Pharsalia!

[nefastum]

If I remember correctly I have talked to you about the recovery au, and I was just wondering if you had any thoughts on it involving griffgustca?

Hello there, love ♡ I do recall us talking about this~

My take on a recovery AU is actually woven into the springboard for my happily ever after AU, which eventuates in the oc children I designed for them.

Post Griffith's rescue, the band remains on the move, laying low from Midland. They use up what elf dust they have left soothing Griffith's injuries, which helps but can not recover old healed wounds. They eventually run into Puck's carriage somewhere along the road where bandits have given them some trouble. Guts and Co help (mostly to get the robbers out of the way of their forward momentum) and end up rescuing Puck. He is able to repay them with a bit more elf dust for Griffith, but he also can't help much beyond surface wounds. Luckily, he mentions that perhaps the king on his home island could help Griffith recover even more and offers to lead them there if they let him stay safe and ride along. It's worth a shot.

Knowing that they can't possibly drag the entire band along with them, they break into two groups. The Griffith escort team: Guts, Casca, Judeau, and Pippin as Griffith’s protectors and caretakers. And the Band of the Hawk, now nameless for self-protection, under the command of Corkus (he's only too happy to be the man for the job) and Rickert to keep Corkus in line. They are going to continue toward the border, keeping a low profile as the king of Midland's vendetta against the Hawk remains unperturbed.

Guts' squad make way for the coast. The journey takes far longer than they'd hoped. Griffith’s condition, Casca's eventual condition (which they were not planning for despite Casca having a sneaking suspicion. She put off worrying about it for weeks until it wasn't deniable anymore) and being men on the run, not helping. But they do meet helpful people along the way. Casca offers to stay behind, which Judeau agrees with and offers to stay with her, but Guts is torn. Griffith refuses leaving her behind, opting to rest in place with her if they can find somewhere safe for the upcoming months. To him, he cares too much about Guts to risk his heart if they leave her and something should happen. Clearly, something between the two occurred, and no matter Griffith's complicated feelings on it, he wasn't going to lose them over it. Not when Guts willingly came back to him. Casca was precious to him, as well. He had long looked after her wellbeing, abandoning her to childbirth was unconscionable.

Griffith's recovery arc on Elfhelm and his eventual return to the mainland is something I want to share eventually in art + fic form, so I will leave this summary here ♡ Thank you for the interest, love. I know this wasn't super shippy for GriffGutsCa, but the early portions of this AU are focused a lot on Griffith’s recovery and slow burn. I do have some cute images in mind, like bath time shenanigans or piggyback rides for Griff on Guts ♡ those will probably get drawn eventually as well ^ ^;

[goosewizard]

just entered my 21st year by dancing on the NEFA table to birthday bitch dressed as chell from portal. yeah life’s pretty good.

[lokorum]

i miss nefa and sino ;_;

phphphp ive got your ask exactly when i was drawing the bard and it made me realize that if you'd look very closely - he looks 1000% like sino without the hat................

[garland-on-thy-brow]

Interesting on Lucan's part to make the guy who named himself Pius do necromancy.

[blackmetaltv]

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[sydnikov]

NECAS I LOVE YOU

[incohorace]

troia nefas.....................

[borealiszero]

Her full name is Rious Nefa. And she knows that svarogs hot

[courtjester69420]

BG3 evil durge run but I have nothing to say because I’m literally just playing Masters of Rome Lucius Cornelius Sulla but a fantasy boy

[nefastum]

The OCs are kinda fun, imagine a refuge to Falconia finding out she has true sight(can see demons) by looking at an apostle and seeing their real forms all the time.

Ooh that is an interesting opportunity~

Mind if I run away with it? This will just be my take, so feel free to keep crafting your oc, love~

I can imagine a young woman, perhaps always a bit superstitious, stumbling in along with the rabble of the processing lines. Falconia is the most spectacular city she has ever seen. The streets are clean, the people orderly and there seems to be a plan in place for everyone who gets through its immaculate gates. The whole way there they'd been protected by the honorable Band of the Hawk, the White Hawk's personal army. Never before had she felt so safe.

But when she stepped into the city center, prepared to follow the directions she'd been given at processing for her lodging, something caught her notice. A tall man, almost impossibly tall, led a garrison of knights up the main avenue. They looked like they had just returned from battle, still regal in their Hawks raiment, but their leader looked strange to her. Something huge and bestial. Then it became clear to her, something like a shadow showing her what really hid in the massive man's skin. Some sort of crystalline dragon, a beast, and a monster for sure.

From then on, those spectral beings were clear to her, and they were everywhere. No one believed her when she confided her fears to them. No one else could see the soldiers as anything other than noble, if not extraordinary, men. They thought she was insane. She risked bringing a mob upon her.

She could not leave it be, though.

How could they be safe here from monsters if demons were walking among them.

With enough persistent begging she finally got a meeting with a church official who promised to escalate her question to the pontif for prayer. But, no need. The White Hawk himself intervened, offering to hear her concerns in a private audience.

Oh, how fortuitous! She could ask Midland's hero, their savior, in person. Surely, he would know how to chase away the demons among them.

Something about him was a little unsettling up close, though.

She couldn't see any shadows about him, though, so she supposed trusting him was for the best.

He could save them. He just had to.

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Yoooo that was fun, love~ Thank you for that little experiment ♡ I'd love to hear your interpretation of this prompt, as well. If anyone wants to adopt my little take on it as a back story, they are more than welcome to~

[thoodleoo]

conscript fathers, the latest post reblogged was from someone who underwent the damnatio memoriae. please delete it posthaste lest you risk being declared nefas and forfeiting your life and property to the state

[lonewolfwriting89]

1] DIVINE EMBERS

Lucius Verus x Oracle!Reader

Summary: During a sacred ritual, you are struck by a vivid vision of Lucius Verus, a man you have never met. The vision shifts from a plea for guidance to an intimate and forbidden connection.

Warnings: Suggestive content, hints at smut, nothing too graphic.

A/N: Let me know what you think ❤️🏛️

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Seek not to know, for knowing is forbidden by fate. Non licet, scire nefas.

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The temple of Apollo was silent save for the crackle of the sacred fire, its golden light casting flickering shadows against the marble walls. The incense-heavy air was thick with the weight of devotion, your body bowed low before the altar as you murmured the familiar prayers. Tonight, you sought clarity for Rome, a future shrouded in uncertainty after the twin emperors deaths and the growing unrest threatening to engulf the empire. As the oracle of this temple, it was your duty to serve as a bridge between the divine and mortal realms, a task that came with equal parts honor and burden.

You let the rhythmic cadence of your prayers carry you deeper into the ritual, the cool marble beneath your knees grounding you as you prepared to open yourself to the gods’ will. The flickering flames grew brighter, their light intensifying until your closed eyelids were bathed in gold. Then came the familiar hum of divine energy, a vibration that reverberated through your bones and signaled the gods’ presence. You inhaled sharply, ready to receive their vision, though nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

At first, the images were fragmented, colours and shapes that refused to solidify. But then, with startling clarity, a man emerged from the haze. He stood tall, his frame cloaked in a dark mantle, his features illuminated by the same golden light that surrounded you. His eyes were striking, piercing through the vision to lock onto yours with an intensity that sent an unfamiliar warmth coursing through your veins. His name echoed in your mind: Lucius Verus. You’d never met him, but you knew who he was—a rising figure in the aftermath of the twins terror, one many whispered might guide Rome into a new era.

In the vision, Lucius approached you, his expression heavy with the weight of unspoken burdens. “I seek your guidance,” he said, his voice low but rich, like the steady rumble of thunder before a storm. His words carried a gravity that made you lean closer, your lips parting to respond. But before you could speak, the vision shifted abruptly, pulling you into a new scene with a force that left you disoriented.

You found yourself in an unfamiliar chamber, one bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through sheer curtains. The air was warmer, heavier, and your heart began to race as you realized you were no longer standing. You lay reclined on a bed draped in silken sheets, your body covered only by the flimsy barrier of a scarlet cloth that barely concealed the curves of your form. Before you could process the sudden intimacy of the scene, you felt his presence again.

Lucius was there, his face mere inches from yours, his dark eyes filled with something primal and consuming. His hand cupped your cheek, the roughness of his palm contrasting with the tenderness of his touch. When his lips met yours, it was as if the air itself ignited, the kiss searing in its intensity. His other hand traced the curve of your shoulder, his fingers trailing down the line of your collarbone before brushing the edge of the sheet that covered you. The sensation burned through your blood, awakening desires you’d long buried beneath your devotion to the gods.

You should have resisted, should have pulled away, but in that moment, nothing else existed but the weight of his body and the way it pressed into yours, anchoring you to the bed. His breath was warm against your neck, his lips tracing a path along your jawline as your own hands moved instinctively to grip his shoulders. It was a dance of fire and need, your bodies entwined as though the gods themselves had written this moment into the stars.

But the pleasure did not last. The warmth of his touch was suddenly replaced by a suffocating heat, and you gasped as the chamber dissolved into chaos. Flames erupted around you, consuming the silken sheets and climbing the walls like ravenous beasts. Smoke choked the air, and the once-gentle light of the vision turned into a violent inferno. Over the roar of the fire, whispers began to swirl, harsh and accusing.

“Defiler.”

“Betrayer.”

“Doom.”

The words lashed at you like a whip, the voices of the gods filled with wrath and warning. The scene blurred and fractured, pulling you out of the intimate embrace and back into the temple with such force that you stumbled backward, your breathing ragged. You reached out blindly, your fingers clutching the edge of the altar as you fought to steady yourself. The fire before you burned calmly again, the temple’s silence now oppressive in contrast to the chaos you’d just witnessed.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, the echoes of the vision still vivid in your mind. The taste of Lucius’s kiss lingered on your lips, as real as the cool air now brushing against your flushed skin. You swallowed hard, shaking your head as if the motion could dispel the heat pooling in your stomach. But the gods’ warning was impossible to ignore. The vision had been clear: this connection, this undeniable pull toward Lucius Verus, would lead to destruction. Yet how could you resist when his presence burned through you even now?

You sank to your knees, your hands trembling as you gripped the edge of the stone. The gods had sent you a message, but they hadn’t revealed what to do next. Should you seek Lucius and warn him of the danger, or would your mere presence set the vision into motion? The weight of the decision pressed down on you, and for the first time in your life, you questioned whether you could truly bear the burden of being the gods’ chosen voice.

Alone in the sacred stillness, your whispered prayer broke the silence. “What am I to do?” But no answer came, only the faint crackle of the flames and the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin.

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