#rome(oc)

[tsuutarr]

Lately, you’ve been hearing hollow thudding noises throughout your house. It’s an empty noise that echoes throughout your walls, making you feel paranoid. You can’t help it, though – the sound is making you go insane. 

You dig through all of your rooms, but you don’t come close to finding out what’s causing the odd noise. You can’t even tell what the sound is, in fact – just that it’s a rhythmic sound that seems to constantly beat as if your house is alive.

But that’s a silly thought – how can a house be alive?

But then, just what is that noise? It’s ruining your life, making you unable to function normally. You don’t even remember when the last time you’ve properly slept is. You’re pretty sure you’ve been awake for days.

Maybe that’s why you hallucinate an odd looking platter on your table in the middle of the night. Maybe that’s why you reach out, lifting the silver dome-shaped lid off of the platter. Maybe that’s why you see a heart on the platter that seems to still be beating.

With wide, horrified eyes, you drop the lid onto the floor, feet stumbling backwards. You don’t get very far, though, as ghostly arms wrap around your waist.

“D’you like it?” the voice asks, too light to belong to a living being. “It’s my heart – I found it just for you!”

[maddoxfanx]

"The Legate" from story idea I'm working on

[robbyarts]

Vestal Virgins OC’s.

I recently studied the little that is known about these priestesses, and they really interested me. In particular, the fact that in most paintings they are usually depicted as a group of young women, although logically this cannot be so. The service life of a Vestal is 30 years, during the first 10 she studies, then 10 years serves and the next 10 teaches the younger ones. That is, if they were all the same age, then after finishing the service, it would be necessary to hire six children)

[scribl1ta]

warm up with my oc🌜based on some statues of Apollo and Diana I saw lately

[rosa-maltz]

Sparkle on

[fertaine]

father and daughter fr

[vibrantvetty]

oh boy I sure hope nothing bad ever happens to my new OC Mewlius Catsar I just love my little boy so much even if he is consolidating his power in a way that grows worrisome

also here’s his bestie (and maybe even potential love interest???) Marcanine Wufius Booftus! relationship lore to come, but suffice to say, Catsar knows that Booftus will always have his back

[bewaretheidiotsofmarch]

I couldn't resist this meme😌 common Cassius and Brutus interaction tbh.

Original created by @ sweepswoop_ on twitter/X

[aster-luna-light]

Carl : if you were to die , what would be your last words be ?

Rook : I love you <3

Ace : *rolls eyes*

Kalim : aw mine too

Gert : what about you , yuu?

Yuu : finally .

Ace : No .

[lapithai]

My oc Corinna and her pet sphinx Nona.

[tsuutarr]

You don't know when it started, but you've been finding letters hidden throughout your house. At first, you just assume that they're leftover letters from a past tenant – cute, sweet love letters. You don't mean to, but you end up reading them whenever you find them, heart fuzzy from how cute the letters are.

“I’ve been watching you for some time. I think you’re cute.”

“I love you so much, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I wish that you could see me like I see you.”

The love letters you find are filled to the brim with the writer’s affection. You can only hope someone will love you that much.

But, at some point, the letters you read start to feel a little… off. At first, they seemed like letters that simply waxed poetic about some unidentified person – someone you don’t know at all. However, the more letters you find, the more the letters feel like they’re being written about you.

Letters begin to describe your appearance in great detail, commenting on how beautiful your eyes and hair are. Then, the letters begin to describe your hobbies and personality, even the sides you keep hidden from the public eye. The final nail on the coffin is when these letters begin to describe, in detail, your day-to-day activities, from when you eat to when you shower to when you leave the house.

The worst part is that nothing really seems amiss – you don’t see any hidden cameras and you don’t notice anyone following you. Hell, you installed some security cameras, only to come up completely empty. It’s honestly driving you completely insane.

But don’t worry – you’ll soon see who your secret admirer is. Yes, indeed, just give your ghost roommate a little more time and he’ll be able to make himself visible to you.

And when he does, there’ll be no escape.

Maybe there never was one in the first place.

[maddoxfanx]

vitte judo throw

[ilreleonewikiart]

Hi! As I promised here there is the illustration for my very first DTIYS as host

.Many times I have taken part at this kind of challenge, but never as a host, so I'm quite excited.

This was initially meant as a way to celebrate my 500 followers on Instagram, but in this weeks the number increased and now I'm almost reaching 600, so it's a double celebration 🥳🥳I want to thank all of you for your love and support, if a year ago someone had told me that I would almost reach 600people on Instagram posting about my art I would never have believed them, but now it's reality and it's - for the most part - thanks to you. ❤️

Because many of you manifested your interest in my ocs, I decided to choose one of them as a character for this illustration, and after a poll on my stories, Larissa was chosen.

Because I have a special love for Larissa here is some curiosity about her:

✨she's a cat lover (as she should)

✨she's a libra and her birthday is on the 20th of October

✨she's literally a nerd, she likes studing literature and philosophy and I'm sure she would love the dark academia tag

✨in this fic, her family crest is a peacock

✨her favourite color is purple

✨her name - in this universe - means dove

✨in this au she and viserys are only four years apart and they don't marry until she's 24 and he's 19

✨before marrying she and viserys were pen pals

You don't need to have read my fic to join, so be free to draw her and post the result!

Rules are simple:

• tag me in the caption and the post, and use the hashtag made for this challenge #ilreleonewikiadtiys

• traditional and digital are both accepted

• no AI

• there's no need to replicate the exact background or the exact details, you can play with your imagination, however, it would be nice if you keep some parts, like the cat, the peacock and the the Roman-style tunic.

• for more details you can go to the stories on my profile

• no time limit, you can join whenever you can and want

[scribl1ta]

Chrysanthos and his letters💌

[bejewellled]

would've could've should've

[sideysvault]

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖‧ Innocent echoes ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖‧

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!OC.

This fic is based on the work of the wonderful and talented @beechu-beechu, this story is all based on her OC, her beautiful illustrations and her story ideas.

wc: 1,200k

Tags: [sfw] Mature themes, Parental abuse, Suicidal ideation, Childhood friends, friends to lovers.

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Before getting inside the bush Roman looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching. It was five past six, still early in the evening, in a town in upstate New York. Inside the confines of the Terrace Room, yet another shareholder meeting was taking place. Outside, the extravagantly lit patio seemed peaceful enough.

The expensive setting, however, couldn’t hide the ghostly profile of the building against the sky. Echoes of the chatter inside could still be heard, barely, seamlessly merging with the chirping noise the crickets were beginning to make. Murky and gloomy, yes, but there was nothing in sight to fear.

With a new found determination, the one stride of confidence that not being seen always gives you, Roman took a deep breath. He tried to concentrate on the nice earthy odor filling his lungs as he crawled under the bush.

The little rabbit, with its pristine white and as innocent as it looked, seemed to have a life of its own; Escaping from his grip, laughing at his inadequacy, forcing him to go further inside the wooden warren, forcing him to drag his limbs through the recently sprayed dirt.

The contained gasps that were coming out of Cecilia weren’t helping either. Roman felt the pressure to save the stuffed animal stirring in the pit of his stomach. It did not even matter if she could buy a hundred bunnies just like that one, CeCe’s earnest anxiety made him let go of his initial precautions and convinced him to push his face against the rootstock. With that move, Roman was finally able to grab the damn thing.

When he crawled out of the bush, all it took for him to know was one glance at his white trousers.

His father was going to kill him.

Rome almost forgot about the inevitability of the reprimand as soon as he felt the girl’s tight grip around his neck, as soon as he could smell how nice her perfume was. At the end of the day, that was all that really mattered. It had been worth it. Cecelia had given him the most sincere hug he would ever receive, and he was the one who got her plushie back to safety.

With all the tension suddenly off her shoulders, Cece was laughing all of her worries off, suddenly in a good mood now. She hugged him one more time, and thanked Roman for finding her bunny.

“Keep an eye out on your stupid rabbit”

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Cece and Roman were hiding inside the bathroom hall. Logan had taken a swing at his son’s face in front of everyone: Cecilia’s family, business men, the staff, and other clients. Roman had made the terrible mistake of ordering the most expensive thing on the menu.

The girl had initially thought a few meters and some walls may be enough to calm Roman’s nerves. However, even young as she was, she already had an increasing suspicion that fear was a cathedra of its own, insidious, indefatigable and inescapable.

“Your daddy is really scary, I’m so-”

“Shut up” the boy’s response was plagued with defensiveness. And it had only made his discomfort more evident.

Cecilia wasn’t sure what had hurt more, the humiliation or the ring on Mr. Logan’s index finger.

Roman averted his gaze in an effort to look anywhere but the girl's eyes, fixating instead on the ridiculous color of her puffy dress. While grabbing the back of his head with his hand, —partially to seem unbothered, but mainly to avoid letting her see the redness on his right cheek— he focused on the synthetic fabric on the skirt. How it weaved itself smoothly with a soft wavy pattern.

“Can I show you my plushie collection? I promise Banana will behave this time and stay close. You two can become-“

A soft smile emerged from his face. Cece was trying to make him feel better. She did not seem embarrassed for the redness on his face, she did not laugh the whole thing off, she seemed sincere.

“Okay, okay. Sure”

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In the lead-up to their makeshift wedding, Connor and Willa decided to host their rehearsal dinner at The Grill. She wasn’t completely sure if it was the wedding itself that sickened her or if it was all the tacky 50���s-inspired extravaganza. Still, the end result was the same: Cecilia couldn’t handle being in the venue any second longer. Feeling her own neck contracting in on itself, squeezing the air out of her body, choking her and leaving her dizzy.

The only salvageable part of the ceremony was the expansive view of the midtown space that the balcony offered. And, while the martinis and the nicotine smoke obfuscated the pristine taste of the meal, she could still savor the rather tasty rib she had eaten earlier that night.

It was a nice taste to savor. The ideal last meal of many, she supposed. Taking a slow puff of her cigarette, Cecilia took morbid delight in parading near the edge of the deck. The water from the pool made a soothing sound, and it matched perfectly with the vertiginous view that plagued her vision. Would it hurt terribly? To slip into the opening?

“Hey, Holly! Are you done pretending you have the balls to jump off?”

Right. Rome. A smile replaces the troubled look on her face as she clumsily sits on the floor, carelessly removing the heels of her feet. They were in public, yes, but as usual, it did have a terrible importance to either of them. Cecilia tipped her toes inside the pool, but the weather had made the liquid impossibly cold.

She laughs. They must look pathetic. Taking another hit from the cigarette, she lets the sour taste of the tobacco ground her. She inhales and holds it in for a second, as she closes her eyes.

Cece can feel Roman’s poorly concealed worry wash over her. His puppy eyes disfigured with a frown that seemed of their own. Cecilia playfully blows the smoke on his face. He has nothing to worry about. Not today.

“Look, I stole a napkin” Roman had revealed it with a proud grin on his face. The woman lets out a snort, she can’t really help it.

With the swift changes on the breeze, they quietly decide to exchange tokens. Rome takes the cigarette off her hand and she further inspects the cloth. The small and ridiculously silver W&C on the left side of the tissue was rendered small when you compared it to the poorly drawn rabbit Roman had made with blue ink. The bunny was winking at her, and it wore the same white bow her plushie had all those years ago.

She smiles again, and he makes a point of avoiding to look at her now exposed thighs. The rising skirt seemed to go all the way up, exposing pulp flesh, which was filled with small patches. She must be starting to feel cold. Cecilia looks at him, once more, only this time shy teary pearls adorned her gaze.

Sitting on the floor, Roman hugs her by the side, and kisses her temple. He has nothing to worry about. Not today.

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Notes: I hope everyone enjoyed this! And I hope that I made justice to Beechu’s oc <3. (I took a loot of creative liberties) Have a great time and take care of one another, I’m not from the US, but my heart goes out to everyone who might be suffering from the election results. My dms are always open, you are not alone!

Pd: If you saw me take inspo from Gabriel García Márquez of all people for the first paragraph: No you didn’t. I’m sorry literature gods.

- Sidey xoxo

Anyways, Enjoy @beechu-beechu’s cool artwork tho: