#of humble origins and born of the cursed sex

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

9/10 Coda "Rex" Morelli

Coda sat once again across from Graves at his desk, two files sitting in front of them. One had their headshot from basic training paper clipped to it. The other file was an empty, basic manila folder with no picture on it, a blank slate.

It’d been a few months since they asked Graves to kill Coda, and it would seem he had succeeded.

“It’s done?” They asked softly, picking up the file with their picture on it, a bright eyed version of themself staring back at them. There was hope in those eyes, and they missed that boy dearly.

“All done.”

“How’d you do it?”

“You don’t wanna know, darlin’.” He seemed genuine, so they didn’t press further. If it was bad enough that he didn’t tell them right off the bat, it was probably something horrific that would haunt their nightmares. “All that’s left is figurin’ out who you are.”

“Is it bad that I don’t care what name’s on the file?” Coda chuckled softly, picking up the file of the dead boy, flipping it open to view the information it contained. Nothing on the death, which they were okay with.

“No, not bad at all…I just need to know what you want to be in there. How much of a ghost do you want to be?” Graves was oddly humane about this. He was sympathetic to their situation, to the difficulty of a decision like this. It had to be weighing on Coda knowing that they were legally nonexistent now, and he couldn’t begin to understand, but he could sit here and listen if they needed. He would deny it to anyone that asked, including them, but he cared.

Just a little.

“Completely. I-I don’t want my picture in there, I don’t want anything you don’t need.”

“Full Casper.”

“You’re not funny.” They retorted, setting the original file back on his desk.

“I think I’m adorable.” Graves replied with a slight smile, looking them over as they sat before him, their body language telling him everything he needed to know. They looked confident, more than they had in the past, eyes bright with the promise of a fresh start. “I’ll put the bare minimum. Name, blood type, age…”

“It’s that easy to make someone up, huh?”

“I’ll have to fake your documents, too, but I’ve got a government official or two that’d be happy to help.”

“Is there anyone you aren’t blackmailing?” Coda raised a brow, earning a laugh out of Graves.

“Sweetheart, it’s not blackmail. Blackmail is a threat, I guarantee I’ll spill their secrets one day. They just do what they can to push that day off.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“I never claimed I wasn’t.” Normally he would reply with something annoying about talking to their superior that way, but it would seem that today he was letting up. A grace period while they adjusted to rheir new reality. “So, what should I call you now? Don’t think Coda would be a great idea.”

“The Shadows already call me that, though.”

“They’re not stupid, if I tell ‘em that name stays in the company, it stays in the company. You need a callsign so we have somethin’ t’call you over the radio.”

“Can I sleep on it?”

“You can have a day, angel.” Graves hummed as he picked up his old file and stuffed it away in a cabinet, the new one still sitting open on his desk, ready to be filled with the new information.

“I’m not an angel.” Coda mumbled, leaning back in the seat as they watched him. He scribbled some generic name on the folder’s label, nothing that mattered much to them at all right now, his handwriting was practically illegible even if they wanted to read it.

(It most certainly did not say some off-brand first name with Graves tacked onto the end, no, he would never stoop to that level.)

“What are you then?”

“Well, I mean — what am I allowed to be in your little empire here?”

“Sure as shit ain't Caesar.”

“Then I’m Brutus.”

“Keep dreamin’.”

“What, like…like you’re the almighty Julius Caesar?” They laughed, earning a glare from the Commander.

“Not really, because I don’t die in this story.” Graves replied, leaning forward slightly on his desk. “I’m the ruler who doesn’t call himself king because all kings in Rome die, and I don’t die.”

“So I can be Brutus, then?”

“You’re gonna murder me? You?” He cocked a brow up, that ever-smug expression somewhat charming to Coda by this point.

“Brutus wanted to kill Caesar and become king, so…”

“If your plan is to murder me and usurp the Company, I have news for you — it’s not happenin’.”

“How about Rex?” Coda asked after a moment in deep thought, their eyes meeting his. He let out a low, gravelly chuckle, lacing his fingers together on the desk in front of him. They seemed serious, which was adorable.

“What makes you think that callin’ yourself that will get you what you want?”

“Well, that’s my answer. Call me Rex.”

“Fine.” Graves replied with a laugh, just the thought of this small, fiery man proclaiming himself a king enough to brighten any day. He wasn't very convincing about it, more so than his eyes were too pretty say no to.

“Fine, who?” They said teasingly, half expecting to be reprimanded for mocking him.

“Fine, Rex.” He was entirely too smug about it, but they still got their way. “Now, get outta my office.”

“I love the name of honor more than I fear death.” Rex replied as they stood up, ripping the sergeant badge off their uniform and tossing it on his desk expectantly. He only watched as they left the room, a well-earned confidence in the way they carried themselves.

Only Coda could quote a Shakespearien tragedy whilst demanding a promotion and leave him considering it. He had Graves around his little finger just as much as Graves had him on a tight, tight leash.

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taggies !!!! @simonrriley

[genderkoolaid]

thank you the buttress for writing a song about the murderous betrayal of julius caeser but brutus is a trans guy with issues

[tangomagnolija]

I've been watching him for my entire life I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees His words so contrived And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing For untimely death or demise Or am I just wishing I could be like you? [That the people would see me too as a poet And not just the muse] Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you May the gods strike me down if I forsake you Frater meus, [you're beautifully made And to you I'm forever grateful] But why do I lie awake each night thinking "Instead of you, it should be me"? Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I, too, have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex [Buttress - Brutus] "[...]Enrico was the most qualified person and the leading candidate to inherit the title of Vongola Decimo before he was shot and killed[...]." [KHR wiki, list of minor characters]

have you guys ever been 13 to 16 lol. was that fucked up or what

[chaoskalo]

HEADCANON POST: detective princess verse divergences. ( aka. is she just my oc at this point? )

at this point, the sachiko au is just becoming a mild complete rewrite for p5 because damn female rage and the trappings of gender and upkeeping a feminine image work better w/ akechi than they have any right to be and i will just brainrot until the end of time. good day.

CLAPS HANDS. SO!

sachiko's persona's are different than goro's due to A. usually gender locked and B. i just think it's fun. her crow/prince persona is joan d'arc, && her black mask persona is nemesis.

her crow/joan outfit is heavily lolita inspired. ( inspo below/what i generally think it looks like below ) it's very pretty, extremely well put together, without a hair out of place. it mirrors how she acts to the public outside of the metaverse, how she seems like quite the perfect prim and proper kind girl who deeply cares about all of her cases with a strong sense of justice. ( ha. )

the nemesis/black mask outfit is armored, reflective of the one woman army that sachiko has made herself. this one ironically has more inspo w/ how joan's armor is usually depicted but hey. its fine. i think the vibes are more the top half of the first image, w/ the skirt of the second. with the skirt torn up to her knees, and in general disrepair.

by third sem, sachiko cuts her hair by herself. it's choppy, and uneven. . . but she doesn't really care. she's taking control of her death, if she can't control her life, and to hell with public appearances and being the detective princess.

[holycartoonwarrior]

If I said Brutus by Buttress was…no nvm…nvm

[thescythedom]

Thescythedom is an open, selective arc of the scythe oc and canon rp blog written by Forrest (He/It, 21). here is the link to my character list. a study in a harbinger of change and finality., a world filled with life yet devoid of death., The bittersweet scent of nostalgia.

[anyon-else]

𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | kakashi hatake x black widow!reader + sakura haruno, sasuke uchiha, naruto uzumaki, orochimaru, kabuto yakushi, ino yamanaka, might guy, hiruzen sarutobi, shikamaru nara, dosu kinuta, hinata hyuga,

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn, allusion to suicide, descriptions of scars, threats of death, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, mind control, torture, weapons, dissociation, descriptions of injuries, blood, discussion of themes present in naruto and black widow/mcu

links | read on ao3 | playist | inspo tag | pinterest board | milanote | main masterlist

book one: the room room

summary |  kakashi wants to have all of his kids back under one roof, and you just want to make sure you can stay with sakura long enough to ensure her safety. you and kakashi end up bonding over your shared concern for the girl.

father, save me! i, the traitor (part 1) i’m in ruins, but it’s what I wanted all along (part 2) this fire of devotion (it burns me) (part 3) i fought time; it won in a landslide (part 4) skin-scarred and buried deep (part 5) i know you’re a man-made fortress (part 6) my struggling form, my willing soul (part 7) will you let me come closer to you? (part 8) i set a fire to my soul (i hope it ate ‘till it was full) (part 9) will you remember me as i am now? (part 10) they lose their minds for us (part 11) of humble origins and born of the cursed sex (part 12) yes, these new walls are pretty hard to crack (part 13) i’m sorry i’m the one you love (part 14) bite the hand that feeds me (bite the hand that needs me) (part 15) i am your lover and i am your jailor (part 16) our history’s tiresome (part 17)

status | completed ➣ word count: 119k

interlude i: shadows of ourselves

i'm so willing to be proven wrong | the end of "will you remember me as i am now" (trr ch. 10) from kakashi's perspective (coming soon)

book two

status | coming soon

[mikasaerens]

I've been watching him for my entire life I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees His words so contrived

I don't wish harm upon you From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers Within the spirit of the same womb May the gods strike me down if I forsake you

And I know the love you showed me came From a pure and noble heart I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King But why do I lie awake each night thinking "Instead of you, it should be me"?

What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son?

And even if I can't be the one Maybe I could at least help make way for her Until the day that she comes

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy

This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar

I don't want what you have, I want to be you

Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex

— BRUTUS by The Buttress

[lady-amalthea-antoinette]

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy, So with a heavy heart, I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy, My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me, Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy, I, too, have a destiny

This death will be art, The people will speak of this day from near and afar, This event will be history, and I'll be great too, I don't want what you have, I want to be you

I always knew I could be the one, Though I feel the endless pain of being, And I am scorched by the Sun, Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex, My name is Brutus Rhaenys, but the people will call me Rex The queen who never was.

▫️Brutus - by the Buttress▫️

[dipperscavern]

i have to put this thought somewhere before i go insane. okay walk with me here (hotd spoilers below!)

‘i always knew i could be the one’ — rhaenyra being named heir/being the first to do what she did with the dragonseeds. both having the ‘chosen by the gods’ rhetoric

‘though i feel the endless pain of being’ — losing her mother, her father, her stillbirth, lucerys etc

‘and i am scorched by the Sun’ — her dying by being burnt by sun-fyre

‘of humble origins and born of the cursed sex’ — “she could be jahaerys himself born again; rhaenyra is a woman.”

‘my name is brutus, but the people will call me rex’ — her title being queen, but the histories only referring to her as princess

[stupidfuckingfatcat]

I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD BE THE ONE. THOUGH I FEEL THE ENDLESS PAIN OF BEING AND I AM SCORCHED BY THE SUN. HUMBLE ORIGINS AND BORN OF THE CURSED SEX. MY NAME IS BRUTUS BUT THE PEOPLE WILL CALL ME "REX."

[alexxx362]

Ok hear me out here- Imagine Neil knew that he was meant to be prefect court the whole time and genuine hating Kevin because why?Why did he get to have everything? Why did he get to have friends? Why did he get to play? Why did he get all the fame and glory? Sure he had to live in hell just to obtain it but didnt neil also have to live in hell? a difrent kind of hell but hell the same, but he didnt get freinds. He didnt get to play A family (be it a found one). He didnt get fame and glory. All he has is a dead mother that berly even loved him in the first place. Thats simply not fair.

Now! to relate this song to Brutus by the buttress and think about it!! (not the whole song just parts)

"I've been watching him for my entire life I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees His words so contrived And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside They hang on every breath, cling to his chest Home to his heart full of pride"

The oracle told him to beware the Ides And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing For untimely death or demise (or just his hand being broken)

Or am I just wishing I could be like you? That the people would see me too as a poet (player) And not just the muse (?)

Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers Within the spirit of the same womb

May the gods (Andrew) strike me down if I forsake you

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art And I know the love you showed me came From a pure and noble heart

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King queen But why do I lie awake each night thinking "Instead of you, it should be me"?

Something wicked this way comes And as I set to face it, I'm unsure Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?

What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son? (the wish she had a son part doesn't make much sense but the vibe does if you get me lol)

And even if I can't be the one Maybe I could at least help make way for him Until the day that he comes Maybe my name could also be known That I helped return good to the people And restored greatness to Rome Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I, too, have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you

I always knew I could be the one Though I feel the endless pain of being And I am scorched by the Sun Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus (Nathaniel) , but the people will call me Rex (Neil)

[chaoskalo]

no one look at me as a i add a fem!akechi au to the carrd.

[officialfroggie]

I always knew I could be the one Though I feel the endless pain of being And I am scorched by the sun Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex

[Brutus by The Buttress]

[thescythedom]

.....Maybe, what are you a cop? i mean your a scythe but STILL

huzzah! i finished my pinned post!!! i can finally show off my scythe ocs! (please ask me about them please please please-)

also I may or may not be working on a scythe faraday design cuz I'm feral about faraday

[sanderssidesplaylist]

(Strongly encouraged to listen to the song before voting! Lyrics under the cut.)

I've been watching him for my entire life I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees His words so contrived And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside They hang on every breath, cling to his chest Home to his heart full of pride

The oracle told him to beware the Ides And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing For untimely death or demise Or am I just wishing I could be like you? That the people would see me too as a poet And not just the muse

Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers Within the spirit of the same womb May the gods strike me down if I forsake you Frater meus, you're beautifully made And to you I'm forever grateful

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art And I know the love you showed me came From a pure and noble heart I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King But why do I lie awake each night thinking "Instead of you, it should be me"?

Something wicked this way comes And as I set to face it, I'm unsure Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son? And even if I can't be the one Maybe I could at least help make way for him Until the day that he comes Maybe my name could also be known That I helped return good to the people And restored greatness to Rome

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus!

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I, too, have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you

I always knew I could be the one Though I feel the endless pain of being And I am scorched by the Sun Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex