#what the emperor wants

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fifteen

Summary: Revelations from the past, blessings move things forward.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, jealousy related to possible prior sexual activity, Invidia (goddess of Jealousy) mention of prior voice between Reader & another female servant, Blandus is a man who owned Reader, mentions of abuse from a father

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You winced. You flinched.

“Sorry, my lady.”

“It’s ok.”

The pins pricking your skin were beginning to annoy you. You had never thought it would be this involved. When your older brother had been married, you were too young to be aware of all that was involved.

“Is our future empress decent?”

Your heart stilled, you glanced at the woman, fussing on her dress. After what had happened with him and Dundas the previous evening, you did not know what to expect next from Caracalla.

“Yes.” You swallowed.

There was a swish of fabrics and a soft, chirp that gave away to Dondas’s presence as well.

“Sire.”

The woman fluttered the material that hung on you before she quickly bowed and knelt.

You bowed as well, keeping your eyes down cast.

A soft chuckle, a sound you had only heard perhaps while he fed or watched the bouts in the arena.

“Look at you.” The usual malice was not there.

From what little you could see, he moved in a soft blur of the colorful fabrics.

“Leave us. Go to the hall. You can finish when we are done speaking.”

Dondas, chirped and squeaked. It almost sounded as if she was echoing what he had said.

“Yes, sire.” The woman whispered. The steps faded away.

“My future sister. I always wanted one.” He made a thoughtful sound.

Dondas chirped once again.

“You can look up.”

You did.

He actually looked soft. Like how did when he addressed Geta when he spoke of missing him. It was a rare sight.

“I have not liked you. Geta has never had favorites.”

You swallowed.

“He has always gotten the best so he never needed favorites.”

You pressed your lips together.

“However, last night Dondas;”

He paused and looked at her in an even softer manner.

“Dondas, appears to like you. Appears to feel that you are worthy to be empress along side my brother and myself.”

Dondas, clapped on his shoulder.

Maybe there was more to his little monkey than everyone knew, you mused. You never known such an animal to be so in touch with those around it. Perhaps, a horse maybe or the chickens when you would sing to them. But never an animal such as this. You were grateful for it though.

“She accepts you, I accept.”

You moved to show respect to what he said and to Donas.

“I am grateful.” You finally whispered.

He nodded. Then he took a step that was quicker than you could breathe and he was in front of you.

“If you are planning to harm Geta, Dondas or me. It will be an action you will regret.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, glancing at Dondas before looking back at you. Dondas, you watched clutch his clothing.

“I will have the Praetorian guard hang your entrails and your head. I will tell the world of your betrayal.”

Fear, crawled down your back. He so easily could switch from being so soft to as sharp as any solider’s blade.

“There is no betrayal in my heart sire.”

A smile crossed his face once again, Dondas even gently patted his cheek.

“Good. Now, I shall have you return to having your clothing prepared for the celebration, wedding of you and my brother.”

“Thank you.”

Once more there was a blur and soft whisper of the clothes that hung on him and be was gone.

******

“Was she tested?”

He was used to his mother fairly well composed, calm even but she was the opposite of that right now. He wasn’t sure how he felt seeing her in such a manner.

“Has she paid a visit to Asclepiades?”

“Yes, mother.”

Nothing made him feel more like a child than when having to answer to her. Her doubting his wishes, made knots form in his stomach. He did not want his anger get the best of him.

“You took notice of her in the royal box?” Her voice growing shrill.

He nodded.

“Why not the streets?” She sneered.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

His mother whirled around, the fabrics fanning out, some of her jewelry clinked dramatically. She took a step towards him, her eyes narrowed.

“It’s good your father is dead. He’d have words with you.”

“More like the back of his hand would be meeting my face, my mouth to silence me.” He muttered, remembering the few words exchanged but the hits that were and the ones that landed.

“Don’t speak ill of him, he is dead.”

“He is. I’m not. I speak the truth, I’m sure we will argue once the boat takes me the side of the river he now is on.” He replied cooly.

“I have to agree, I am certain that will happen too.” She pressed her lips together. “If I’m being honest, I had thought if you were going to marry anyone, I would have thought it would have been Tertia.”

“Seriously? She is nothing more than a vessel, you gave Caracalla and I. When, she preferred him over me I looked elsewhere.“

“She did?”

“She has a thirst for blood that drew her to him. So she easily went to him. I lost interest.”

He shrugged.

“Perhaps, it was the guiding of the gods. His illness could have been a resulting of bedding her.”

“I had never known, the servants whispered differently. “

“Because I carried on the appearance of the bedding. It ensnared her but I never allowed anything further.”

She shook her head. “You were always very smart. Knowing of your rightful place in our world.”

He allowed himself to enjoy the compliment. They were so scarce.

“She is smart as well.”

He met his mother’s eyes directly.

“You would find her amusing.”

“Great.” She rolled her eyes. “Exactly, what is needed a smart and amusing empress.” She sneered.

“Did word also reach you, that she did save my life.”

Geta, could see her pause. Something shifted in her stormy eyes

“What?”

“Not too long ago, an assassin crept into my chambers. She stopped him, then the next day I delivered justice.”

“Good.” She paused. “But how do you know, she wasn’t in on it?”

“I know.”

He pressed his lips together, he eyed the vase near him. He wished he could throw it. An anxiousness came over him, he wished he could expel it.

******

Relief, filled you as you slipped into the stola you had started the day in. You were finally getting used to how slip on these more luxurious ones. They were not as complicated as you first thought.

Aelia, had laid it out for you while you had bathed. It was so lovely and soft. A smile played on your lips as you grazed your finger tips along the fabric. You could have never imagined anything feeling like this, it was as gentle as a breeze.

As you walked over to where the sol shone in and flowers grew; you were grateful your time with the woman who was working on your wedding tunic and veil were finished. The pins were getting too much.

Despite, the all the people that were now in the royal domus, you were able to make your way over to where flowers grew and the sol shone in. Kneeling down, you brought a flower to your nose and sighed. Their fresh scent was very pleasing.

“My sweet blossom, I was hoping I’d see you.”

Geta’s voice came from behind you, your heart beat harder in your chest. Turning, you saw him standing near one of the mighty columns.

You stood with a quick glance around, you went over to him. You wanted to reach out, take his hand but you didn’t.

“There are whispers that my brother spoke with you.”

You nodded. “There was no anger when he did.”

“Oh?”

“From what he said, you never played favorites and he had not liked it when you did it with me.”

Geta, shook his head. “That illness, that illness…”

His gaze went beyond you, he rung his ringed hands. His words were stuck in his mouth.

“Yes.” You gave him a worried glance before continuing. “He feels that since Dondas accepted me as empress, he should as well.”

His eyes drew back to you, they grew. You finally reached out and took one of his hands. It was heavy with the rings but was cool to the touch.

“Dondas?”

You nodded.

He swallowed. “It makes his thoughts and reasoning a mess.” He sighed. His hand moved within your grasp so that now he could hold your hand.

“Yes, but Geta at least he has finally accepted me. This will make our wedding not as difficult. I wouldn’t want him to have a fit during or after during the celebration.”

“True, very true. Though, now there is there is my mother. She has questions.” He pressed his lips together once more. “And your brother, he rides to the city. What if he disapproves?”

You went with what you felt in your heart. You had seen the man. When he came to your small room, telling you he was yours fear had filled you. He was not as fearsome or terrible like the whispers had spoke of. Now with him in front of you, saw beyond all the stories, you saw beyond his anger that took ahold at times.

“Geta, you are the emperor of Rome. You have chosen me.”

Your heart clenched.

“The gods guide you, they speak through you. They brought you to me. I will follow you always. No mortal, will stop me.”

He smiled then. His hand reached up and cupped your cheek. “I did.” His thumb caressed your cheek. “And I will always thank the gods for their guidance.”

*******

Your words had hit him, it had pleased him that he had chosen so well. He was entering a new part of his life. Becoming a husband, would add an interesting part of who he was.

Pacing and turning the rings on his fingers he mused on what laid ahead.

He knew the people of Rome were fickle. But he kept them fed and entertained. Acacius, was a loyal and fantastic General. His brother and his illness clung to him. He wish there was something that could be done. At least Dondas, despite it being an animal appeared to bring him calmness.

******

You stood straight as the woman walked around you, looking you up and down. All you wore before her was the bracelet and ring, Geta had given you.

She had given Geta, his sharp eyes sharp eyes.

“Your skin is very smooth, unblemished.”

“Yes, Empress dowager.”

She drew close. She smelled like honeysuckle and lavender, it was oddly comforting despite the menacing air that hung around her.

“How did you come to Rome?”

“I said goodbye to my mother, little brother with a small loculus that held some food, a few coins and a small length of ribbon and cloth my mother twined together, to remember my family. And off I walked.”

She rose an eyebrow. “How did you manage to work in the royal box?”

“A man, Blandus seeing my potential took me in. He taught me how serve wine, small dishes and how stand in the shadows. From there a day came, and Tertia who I now see fluttering around here had taken ill one day or Blandus wished me to take her days in the royal box.”

“I see. And you had said to my son, you never laid with a man. You never laid with this Blandus?”

“Never, he enjoys the company of men.”

“Interesting. Tertia, you say?”

An expression, you could not read washed over her face.

“I believe she may have laid with my sons.”

Knowing, Tertia could have laid with Geta sparked an anger in you, you were not familiar with. You swallowed.

“Do you not like her?”

“I only know little of her. She has a fury, I wish to not ignite it.”

You remember, she had ripped at your braids the day at the end of her illness when her strength came back. She was practically a mortal version, of Invidia. News, had come to her of your presence in the royal box. If it had not been for some weakness from when she was ill, you were convinced she could have hurt you more.

“She did seem to have a level of determination. When the dispatch had reached my gates, that my son was to marry I thought it would have been to her. I had never heard of you.”

The spark within you grew to a flame that would grew and flicker from a candle.

“I am to flutter about like a butterfly with exquisitely delicate and colorful wings to bring the pleasure of a good wine, cheese or fruit to those I was to serve. I would never intrude on any of the whispers in the royal box or any place I was told to be.”

The woman smiled then. “My son, whose first love was poetry spoke of the beauty of your words.”

A pleased warmth came over you dampening the anger filled flame.

“That was quite beautiful.” Her smile grew. “I am glad I have only now heard of you. Get dressed.”

********

You were in your room once again dressing. Exhaustion had a firm grip on you. From the pin pricks than followed the words of empress dowager about Tertia whirled in you. A part of you knew it should not be felt, he had chosen you afterall.

“Blossom, today was a day of many blessings.”

Geta’s voice reached you, despite you not even hearing the door opening. You turned to receive him, a soft warmth filled his face.

“Dondas and Caracalla were the first;” a soft chuckle broke his lips. “and now that of my mother.”

He was serious once more but not any less happy looking.

“Blessings abound.” You smiled, your stomach lurching.

You noticed a stillness come over him. “Is there something lurking or casting a shadow upon you?”

“Your mother spoke of things that brought the cloud of concern to me.”

You had promised to follow him, you would tell him.

“My mother does have a manner that stirs emotions, what did she say?”

He took a step closer to you.

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Freaky Red Carpet

synopsis: your final red carpet appearance with fred for gladiator ii. (your first public appearance as a couple?)

wc: 4k+

warnings: rpf! reader is specified to be inexperienced!

a/n: same general vibes as the last one but more introspective ig, but we go into more specifics here as well as some backstory.

italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of the premiere. feedback is writer's fuel!

cross posted on AO3

<<previous part

The screams and chaos of the premiere crashed over you as you stepped out of the car, a security guard’s hand reached for yours to steady you. This was it, the final big event. Even though it wasn’t over just yet, the nostalgia was creeping in, soft but persistent.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Fred’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He stood only a few steps ahead of you, having just arrived himself. Your gaze softened, lingering on Fred, oblivious to the cameras snapping away. “You look…” His gaze dipped once—then again—tracing your figure. A soft, unguarded smile tugged at his lips, as if he didn’t realize he was doing it. As if he was completely enraptured by you. “You’re stunning, you know that?”

The ability to speak escaped you for only a moment, the words caught in your throat. “...Fred, you can’t-”

“No, I’m serious.” He shook his head, eyebrows raised. He walked forward and placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you in place to continue studying you, as if he was in awe. “Look at you.” His eyes finally found yours again. “You’re gorgeous, y/n.”

“Thank you.” The words felt stronger than your voice. You weren’t insecure—you knew you looked good tonight. But having someone say it like that—having Fred say it like that, like he couldn’t even keep the thought to himself—it nearly brought you to tears.

A deafening roar of cameras and voices dragged you back to reality. The glow of flashing lights blurred at the corners of your vision, and distant shouts of your name cut through the haze. You straightened your posture instinctively, smoothing invisible creases in your dress. But Fred could see it. He could see that small moment you tried to keep to yourself.

“Hey, come here.” He spoke softly, less of a request and more of a warning of the oncoming embrace. He pressed his hands between your shoulders blades once you settled into him, chin hooked against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head vehemently, the silky smooth finish of his suit rubbing against your neck. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

“I made you emotional.”

“You always make me emotional.” You chuckled, voice light to keep the tears at bay, unsure why they even came in the first place. “You look incredibly handsome tonight.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, his smile and excitement clear in his voice.

“Of course.” You pulled away and jerked your chin at his outfit. “We’re almost matching.”

With a quick second look at the color scheme of your outfit compared to his, Fred’s eyes lit up. “We are!”

“I think Grant and Leslie set us up.” You squinted your eyes conspiratorially. “I heard them talking about ‘all black looks’ yesterday.”

“Really?” He raised his brows at the information. “Come to think of it, Leslie refused to even entertain any of my suggestions today.” Fred laughed it off and reached down to hold you. His hands smoothly slid down your arms until they arrived at your hands, interlacing your fingers together. “Come on.” He tilted his head toward the carpet behind him. “Walk with me.”

“Down the carpet?” You gawked, frozen in place as he gently pulled you in the direction of the flashing lights.

“Yeah pretty, down the carpet.” Fred chuckled like you were joking. “It’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“You wanna take pictures with me? Like us- together?” You whispered to Fred, not fully paying attention to the cameras already catching every moment. As Fred’s hand tightened around yours, you realized.

You weren’t exactly hiding this—not entirely. Your blossoming relationship, that is. Keeping things personal and quiet felt right for both of you. But this—walking a red carpet together—had never been part of the plan.

“‘Course I wanna take pictures with you.” Fred answered, eyes soft but certain. “We worked super closely on this movie, y/n. I don’t think people will over analyze if we take pictures together on the carpet.” He shrugged. His words meant more than that, though. You knew he meant that you could do whatever you wanted. That you shouldn’t limit yourself in your relationship just because you wanted boundaries. Keeping it private didn’t mean keeping it a secret, like you were doing something wrong. 

“Besides, you’re my Lovie.” His voice softened, almost shy, like he wasn’t sure if you’d still claim the title in front of all these people.

Your neck grew warm at his words.

Lovie.

That was the name you and Fred called your deliberately unnamed character throughout filming. Caracalla called her ‘my love’ almost exclusively in the script. So it became your quick shorthand between each other. And soon after, the rest of the cast and crew called your character that as well. But it was different with Fred. After a while, it stopped being her name for him. It was you. You were his Lovie.

“Oh- Okay, yeah.” You nodded at Fred, accepting the idea of walking the carpet together, though still slightly apprehensive. 

“Yeah?” He asked again, just to make sure. And with another nod from you, Fred’s victorious smile lingered as his hand settled on the small of your back, sending sparks up your spine. “Gotta show off my girl,” he murmured, his hand pressing a little firmer into you. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to hear that or not, but you did. The way Fred could unravel you, seemingly without even trying, felt wildly unfair—like every tender gesture was second nature to him. 

He led you up the crimson steps, where the carpet shimmered beneath camera flashes and distant voices blurred into a roar. Your name and Fred’s were being called from every which way. Before you could stand still and face a specific group of photographers, Fred moved away from your side all of a sudden, his steps quick and fluid. 

“Fred?” you asked, instinctively glancing over your shoulder.

“One second.” His voice was low, nearly lost in the noise. When you turned, you saw Fred at your other side by your feet. He crouched smoothly to get closer to what he was after. The train of your dress. It wasn’t that long, but the small trek up the stairs had it all misshapen. With precise movements, he tugged at the fabric to position it into place. After he straightened it out sufficiently, he stood back up and stepped around his handiwork to come back at your side, arm looping around your waist to pull you back into him.

“You didn’t have to do all that.” You looked up at him through your lashes as your hands came up to rest against his chest. You adjusted his lapels in a subconscious attempt to return the favor, brushing away the imaginary lint on his chest and shoulders. Fred visibly blushed at your words, your hands on him, the way that you were looking at him, all of it. You displayed your emotions in a way that even he couldn’t dismiss. Not that he would want to. He loved it. Every moment. Being cared for so openly made his heart flutter and his ears turn red, it was exhilarating.

“I wanted to.” He reassured you, head nodding down softly, a subtle attempt at getting closer to you.

A piercing shout of your name followed by a burst of blinding light shattered the quiet moment.

The soft bubble you and Fred had built around yourselves burst, replaced by the harsh glare of cameras and the relentless hum of the crowd.

You dropped your hands from Fred’s chest, suddenly aware of how close you were.

But Fred’s hand stayed where it was, anchoring you in the thrashing waves of it all.

You turned this way and that, following the voices of photographers as they shouted out different poses they wanted to see.

“I could get used to this.” Fred spoke quietly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. 

You frowned in confusion and turned to look at him. “Which part exactly?” You asked. 

“Having the prettiest girl in the world on my arm.”

“Was this your plan tonight?” You couldn’t hide your grin no matter how hard you tried. “To kill me with compliments?”

“Not a bad way to die, no?” Fred furrowed his brows in faux seriousness, his mouth twitching in that way it did, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes with a giggle. “You’re a horrible man, Fred Hechinger.”

‘idk if they’re together or not and i want to be respectful but theyre literally the cutest people ever and if its true then theyre perfect for each other 🥺 truly wish them the best’

‘the mouth thing he does is actually the cutest thing ive ever seen’ ↳ ‘hottest. i think you mean hottest.’

‘look at the matching outfits!! i can’t! theyre too frickin cute!!!’ ↳ ‘its just all black lol y’all read into things too much 🙄’

‘we need a lip reader up in here 🗣️🗣️’

‘we love a man who knows the importance of the dress’

‘how does she just look better and better at each public appearance?!’

‘this is flirting one million percent’

‘either theyre together or theyre idiots, because this just might be true love’

‘we can’t assume that every interaction in hollywood means something more than it is, give them the privacy they deserve!’

‘what are they SAYINGGGG?!!?!’ ↳ ‘it definitely looks like he said ‘prettiest girl in the world’ there at the end, right?? call me crazy, but i can see his mouth moving so clearly it has to be it!’ ↳ ‘you’re definitely crazy, but also you’re definitely right’ ↳ ‘you’re right!!!! isn't that so relationship goals??’

Towards the end of the carpet, the rest of the cast were gathered to take a group photo. Paul saw the two of you approaching and his eyes lit up. 

“Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” He teased the two of you. “Been waiting all night!”

“Sorry,” you ducked your head as you confessed, smiling sheepishly. “Entirely my fault. I came late.”

“Ah, come here.” Paul laughed as he brushed it off and pulled you into a hug. “You look stunning.”

“And you’re handsome as ever.” You returned the compliment.

Paul pulled Fred into his side once you withdrew. You saw him whisper something into Fred’s ear, and Fred laughed and whispered something back, but you couldn’t quite make any of it out. 

When Fred pulled away, you shook your head at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. A small way of asking ‘What was that about?’ Fred smiled and shook his head, ‘Don’t worry about it.’

“Alright, you two!” Paul clapped his hands, breaking the moment. “Picture time!”

“Do I look okay?” You turned to Fred, hand coming up to make sure your hair was in place. You were facing him now, your colleagues to one side of you and the expanse of the carpet on the other side. 

“You always look perfect.” He answered, eyes struggling to stay on yours. Always dipping down to your neck, your shoulders, your waist. He had to get a hold of himself, he thought. 

As you raised your arm to make sure your earrings were on properly, one of your bracelets snagged at the neckline of your dress. Nothing had happened yet, but if you moved in the wrong way, you’d have a horrible wardrobe malfunction on your hands. A soft ‘Oh!’ escaped you as you realized what was happening. Fred’s eyes darted from yours to your hand, where your eyes were fixated on something.

“What happened?” He mumbled as he quickly moved you with his hands on your elbows and simultaneously stood in front of you, making sure the scene was as difficult as possible for the cameras to capture.

“My bracelet’s stuck,” you explained, eyebrows furrowed and eyes zoned in on the tangle. 

His hands quickly covered yours, gently moving your fingers out of the way. “Here, let me.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re like my own personal assistant today.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a small smile, still working on your bracelet, glad that you seemed to be enjoying yourself even now.

He was a bit worried about you today, especially after he initially saw you at the entrance to the carpet. He knew the high of working on this project was coming down for you and he wanted to be there to support you through it all. 

“Mhm,” you nodded, “first the train of my dress, now this. What next? You’re gonna pull out a powder puff and take care of the shine on my forehead?”

“If this suit had big enough pockets, I’d pull out a plane and fly us out of here.”

“Where would we go?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, the Maldives? Russia? The moon?” Fred laughed with you as he pulled your hand back down, your bracelet and your dress back to their previous intact positions.

“Well, I already told you two that I want to go take pictures.” Paul’s voice broke the bubble that seemed to continuously form around the two of you. He stood next to you and placed a hand on your and Fred’s shoulders. “Hate to ruin the moment, lovebirds, but there’s only so much time before the movie starts inside.”

Paul pushed the two of you towards the spot prepared for the photos. Ahead of you was the rest of the cast, all lined up. Pedro Pascal, Connie Neilsen, Joseph Quinn, and Denzel Washington all stood together chatting and laughing. Paul went and stood next to Pedro, and Joseph made room for Fred between him and Denzel. You slid up next to Paul, feeling like it was the best fit for you between the group of people without causing another shuffle. 

Paul scanned the lineup, eyes flicking between you and Fred when his eyes narrowed slightly. “This won’t do.”

Without another word, he began casually nudging people aside, muttering something to Pedro, giving Joseph a knowing look. Slowly but deliberately, he carved out a space beside Fred.

A space for you.

“There. Much better,” he smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder and pulled you into place.

Your cheeks burned as Fred grinned and tugged you closer into his side. Joseph smiled knowingly at you and draped an arm across your shoulders.

Paul darted back to his place and in turn the cameras flashing intensified.

‘paul fred and y/n seem like such good friends i could cry 😢’

‘we all know paul has tiktok and hes in the loop, this man knows exactly what hes doing to us fred x y/n shippers’

‘HIM FIXING HER DRESS LIKE THAT? TOMDAYA 2.0! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS 😩’

‘guys! a lip reader figured this one out! paul: ‘you’re smitten and you’re not being subtle about it’ and FRED SAID ‘who said i wanna be subtle?’ IS HE NOT THE CUTEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD?’ ↳‘paul ships it, he’s on our team’ ↳ ‘and he was telling her how good she looks at the other end of the carpet, did you see?’ ↳ ‘at one point he even says ‘you’re my love’ and i just about melted’ ↳ ‘no he said ‘lovie’! that’s what caracalla calls her in that one scene! NO SPOILERS GUYS!!!’

‘FRED THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!’

‘i can’t tell if i want y/n or if i want to be her’

‘paul making sure y/n is next to fred during the group photo’ ↳ ‘did you see how joseph looked at them!! everyone ships these two!’ ↳ ‘goes to show how literally everyone is rooting for these two’ ↳ ‘so true! they’re the cutest couple ive ever seen i feel like a proud mom’

‘first he fixes the train of her dress, next he helps her when her bracelet gets stuck, then what? huh? i die? is that what these two want from me?’

‘never getting over the cast making sure theyre next to each other in the group pic, theyre so loved’ ↳ ‘you mean paul specifically lol’

After a few pictures were snapped, a coordinator in charge of the media coverage told you to reshuffle. They wanted a few photos of Fred with Joseph and Denzel, and some of just the two of them. Some of Connie and Pedro, and some with Paul as well. A mixture of photos that represented their work together on screen. And of course they wanted some of you and Fred, and some with Joseph. And the last group on the list was you, Fred, and Paul.

When Paul came to join you, he placed his arm across Fred's on your lower back, both of their hands now landing on either side of your waist. “Hey,” He smiled warmly at you. “You alright?” 

You hummed in confirmation. “Thank you for that, back there.” You tilted your head to the side, knowing Paul would understand that you meant how he made sure to put you next to Fred in the group photo.

“I have no clue what you're talking about.” He smirked, eyes fixed forwards on the cameras. But his hand squeezing lightly at your waist told you otherwise. He was so perceptive when it came to you, making you feel like you were an open book. It brought you back to a day on set. A long time ago. When the concept of you and Fred was something you were too afraid to talk about out loud in fear of ruining the magic of it. Your relationship was on the precipice, the very edge of friendship before the ocean of something more.

The day, you had confided in Paul about the very thing that led him to do what he did only moments ago.

~

“You guys are cute.” He had said, catching you admiring your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Fred on a picnic blanket. Paul had taken it the day before. Everyone on set thought it was a nice idea to have lunch outside. The weather was perfect, the grass was green, and there were butterflies everywhere. You and Fred took a blanket for yourselves, to no one’s surprise. 

It was the next day that you were sitting with Paul on the set of the Colosseum and he showed you the picture he took of you. You quickly changed your phone wallpaper after he sent you the photo at your request. It wasn’t anything fancy, his film was still getting developed, though he promised you loads of pictures from that once it was done. This picture was just taken on his phone camera, but it was just as beautiful to you. He was so talented with cameras, capturing each moment beautifully you could almost hear it.

“Thanks.” You replied, avoiding his eyes. It felt strange—this fragile stage of something new unfolding under so many watchful eyes. But you knew that would be a sacrifice that you’d have to make. Especially with how slow you were going with Fred.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Paul asked. You hummed in response, asking for elaboration. “Us watching?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, needing further explanation. He couldn’t read your mind, could he? Was he really asking about the same thing you were thinking of? Were you that easy to read? Maybe to Paul, you were.

“I know you guys are taking it slow,” Paul said softly, like it was a secret he wasn’t supposed to know. Your eyes lifted to meet his. “Fred told me.”

“He talks to you about me?” You asked, your smile evident in the tone of your voice.

“Always.” He replied, smiling just as wide as you unknowingly were. You and Fred were some of his closest friends on set. You all had the same sense of humor and attitude towards life, it was easy to find companionship with the two of you. And he wasn’t surprised that you two found love within each other. But he worried about it at times. “He always talks about you.”

“All good things, I hope.” You chuckled quietly, the smile ever growing on your face as you thought of what Fred might tell Paul in your absence. Maybe he mentioned your weird obsession with stuffed animals, or how you clung to his arm whenever the two of you went for a walk.

After a beat of silence, you remembered his question and your brows knitted in thought. “Why would it make me uncomfortable?”

Paul inhaled through his nose and looked out onto the bleachers ahead of you. “I don’t know… It’s just that- I don’t think I would be comfortable in your position, is all.”

“Why is that?” You knew how you felt about it all, but you always explained away your emotions. A bad habit, you knew. But you were genuinely curious and wanted to hear a somewhat objective opinion on this whole situation. 

“Just feels so-” He looked back at you now, studying you. Hoping, even, to see something telling in your expression at his confession. “Exposed, in a way. Raw. Like these feelings that really only one person should know about are on display to everyone around me.”

“Says the guy who had a first date on a live stream.” You retorted, the playful jab coming quick to mind.

Paul shook his head with a chuckle. “You know what I mean, dickhead.”

Your head cocked to the side as you thought of his words, truly taking them in. “I guess it does kind of make me feel strange.”

“Yeah?” Paul’s brows raised, appraising your face once more.

You nodded with a hum. “I’ve never- I mean, I’ve never really had a proper relationship. I don’t think I can even call this one a proper relationship. Not yet, anyways. And when I really think of it, it does feel a little unfair that what I always thought would be intimate and private is on display like this.”

“I’m sorry.” Paul spoke morosely.

“It’s not your fault.” You smiled softly, placing your hand on his. 

“Feels like it is sometimes.” He admitted. You shot him a questioning look. “‘Cause of the pictures.” He explained. “I just want to capture the moment. For you guys, not for anyone else. But whenever I point a camera your way, it’s like I’m pulling everyone’s attention to you with it. I feel guilty whenever you two are having a moment and everyone’s staring. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“I think we’re asking for it a little.” You huffed out a laugh, squinting in the sun. The underlying bitterness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Paul. “It’s a bit dumb to try and start a relationship in an environment like this. Months on end on one set with the same group of people. It’s annoying to have everyone’s attention like that, but everyone else probably thinks we’re annoying too.”

“No, don’t say that.” Paul shook his head, his eyes sharp as he shot down your self-blame. “You don’t plan out relationships in advance, that’s not how things work. We’re not like normal people, we don’t get to clock out and go home when time’s up. We’ve moved to fuckin’ Malta, we film day and night. We eat, sleep, and breathe on this set. And if something like that does happen, where would you even hide it? You can’t! Not that well anyways… You guys are doing this well. Better than most.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded with certainty. “And I… I didn’t know this was your first relationship. I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you.” He apologized again and your heart squeezed. 

“Yeah.” Your lips pressed together in a combination of agreement and embarrassment. “But it’s okay. To answer your question, I mean. I don’t think- I don’t feel uncomfortable.”

“No?”

“No.” You shook your head. “He makes me feel safe—like I’m home. Like we’re in a bubble where nothing bad can happen.”

~

Tucked into Fred’s side, surrounded by the cameras and the noise of the final premiere, you felt that same comfort—like you were in your own bubble with him. There were still interviews, panels, and endless appearances ahead, but this moment felt like the end of something special. And you were grateful that Fred was here, anchoring you through it all.

next part>>

[mayasaura]

Guys. The cows were about how if people don't like you or don't want to listen to you, they'll decontextualise your actions and use them to discredit you in any situation. How doing one (1) memorable bad thing can be held against you forever. The cows are about looking a council of world leaders in the eyes, telling them we're all being robbed of our futures by megacorporations, showing them the receipts and numbers and photographic evidence, and being told none of your arguments matter actually because you're The Cow Guy.

The cows are about how people don't forgive, not really.

[perplexingly]

starting a compilation

[stardancerluv]

Ooo thank you for the tag, @yourfavoritewitchbitch

Hmmm…

#1 The Past Follows Like a Shadow

Reader comes home to settle things at her aunt’s house and rekindles with Gator.

#2 What the Emperor Wants

What happens when then Emperor wants you.

And most recently

#3 A Space Journey

Giving a story to the character Tyler Harrison in Alien Romulus.

I have quite a few WIPs these are the most recent. To all my readers ❤️💐❤️ you help inspire me! Thank you.

Now for those who may…or may not struggle.

@babybluebex @mypoisonedvine @darling-i-read-it @darling-obiwan @darknessisafriend @crazytxgradstudent

✨ 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 ✨

Thank you for the tag @thecreelhouse and @buckysgrace

Well here goes:

Part 6 (No title yet) for Badge Bunny - The reality and aftermath after Gator leaves prison. Where will you go? What will you do? As long as you have him, that long promised happily ever after seems within reach.

Chapter 6 (Best Laid Plans) for King of Hearts - Your newly found bliss comes to a halt when everything begins to come crashing down. You both should have known that it couldn't last.

Runaway (working title) - Gator Tillman x AFAB Reader - Gator was sent to bring you home on Halloween night. Seeing him face to face after nearly 10 years forces both of you to relive the past, bringing to light the many memories that you shared and the feelings that you had tried to bury long ago.

✨No pressure tags: @bunnyhargrove @harringtonstilinski @southerngothicchic @bettyfrommars @texasblues @stardancerluv @stevesxyellowxsweater And anyone else who would like to join in! 😘

[gorbo-longstocking]

i’m thinking about time traveled yn x geta & caracalla from gladiator 2…… like

picture this: you’re a prodigy medical student about to graduate top of your class when boom. day before the big day, you’re thrown like two thousand years into the past into ancient rome. first of all, what the fuck. second of all, why you?

anyway, you’re a weird little foreigner no one in the nearby village trusts. your latin is shaky, your hair’s a strange color (it’s dyed green, gonna be the only appearance factor stated and eventually itll be grown and cut out) and you don’t know what’s going on ever. why would they trust you? until you prove yourself as a talented physician saving one of the local boys from drowning (yay cpr) and you’re hauled off to the city because you know who needs a new personal physician? preferably one who can bring someone back to life via whatever the hell that display was? the emperors.

anyway geta and caracalla are not particularly impressed with you, but you’ll do for now. until they find someone better. you���re not a citizen, but if you treat them well, perhaps they will grant you citizenship. they dangle it over your head like they would a treat for a dog, much to your dismay.

geta starts up with the nickname “alga,” (meaning seaweed in latin) mostly to be mean, which caracalla thinks is funny enough to pick up for himself too. geta started it because your green hair reminds him of seaweed and he’s kind of a mean little prick, and caracalla joins in because he dislikes your actual name. it’s too weird and foreign for him, he likes “alga” better. you’re welcome.

anyway just thinking about having to live life in their stupid little palace with the worlds meanest two little kitties of men are both vying for your attention and schoolyard bullying you to show you they like you. eventually, they get all doting, but for AT LEAST a few months theyre flicking wads of paper at you and calling you stupid to get your attention. all while you’re experiencing hell emotions because you’re stuck in ancient rome with the two worst people you’ve ever met who won’t leave you alone. surely they won’t grow on you like mold.

surely.

[ozymandien]

later, ouyang thought esen wouldn't even had noticed: the moment his stillness of anticipation flicked into the stillness of shame, as quickly as capping a candle. his blood ran cold; his body burned. it was the feeling of a blade slid gently into his heart.

[whereisyourpippinnow]

As Emperor, I have convened the Senate to appoint my First Consul and bestow upon him the power to administer the military and civic functions of the Empire. I name Citizen Dondus!

Gladiator II (2024) dir. Ridley Scott | » requested gifset by @drawsaurus

[deadboyswalking]

Small child Shanks who went through a multi-year phase of biting Buggy. Starting from the time they were 18 months old and lasting until they were about 7, Shanks would randomly get a wild look in his eyes and give the other boy a bite. Though it was never hard enough to break skin, it would still make Buggy cry until one of the other pirates separated the two of them and gave Buggy a sweet to cheer him up (which would start Shanks crying too) or until Shanks kissed it better.

It drove the Roger Pirates absolutely crazy and there was talk of bringing Shanks to a specialist doctor (or maybe a veterinarian?) since even Crocus couldn't figure out why the biting kept happening. So Roger and Rayleigh kept a close eye on the pair, seeing it they could figure it out in order to avoid the danger of going on land, and they noticed a very interesting pattern to Shanks' impulse.

See, the biting usually happened for one of two reasons. The first was if Buggy was doing something on his own like playing, reading, fishing, talking to someone else on the crew, etc. Basically, it happened when he was seemingly not paying a sufficient amount of attention to Shanks. The second reason for the biting took longer to decipher and when they figured it out, Roger and Rayleigh could only sigh and roll their eyes. Those occasions tended to revolve around Buggy smiling and laughing, talking animatedly, brushing his hair, wearing a nice new outfit, or a million other things that led to what Crocus had deemed "cute aggression."

From then on, Roger decided to regularly take Shanks aside and work on his poor impulse control when it came to his fellow cabin boy. After all, the boy would have Haki soon enough and could seriously hurt Buggy with its power. The biting eventually stopped as Shanks' emotional regulation and verbal ability to express himself improved, but until the day he died, Roger could swear that he often still saw that wild look in Shanks' eyes whenever he felt ignored or attracted.

[garlic-and-vanilla]

“You feel the Emperor's fear as if it were your own. An elder brain enslaved is one thing, an elder brain unleashed will be the end of everything.”

This is a quote from early in the long rest scene you get after discovering that Stelmane has been murdered.

The Emperor is afraid because it knows that if the Absolute breaks free of the stones’ control, it will be the end of everything, everywhere, as everyone knows it.

This isn’t some kind of recent revelation, there’s no reason to believe Emps didn’t know this from the start.

So why didn’t it take the protection of the prism and that nautiloid Gortash put it in command of and get the fuck out of dodge? Why didn’t it just hop planes until it was as far from Toril as possible and start a new life? The Absolute would usher in the Grand Design, sure, but that’s not a process that would happen quickly. At least, not quickly enough to reach a rogue illithid who had parked itself at the opposite end of the universe before said illithid died of old age.

Hell, why not try eating Orpheus too? The Emperor will say it’s too risky, if Tav asks it about doing so in act 2, but that becomes a gamble it’s willing to take by the end of act 3.

So why doesn’t the Emperor just give up its life in Baldur’s Gate, retire to the farthest plane it can find, and find out if making Orpheus its lunch will confer the Power to itself. What are the downsides? If it doesn’t work then all Emps has to do is stay outside the Absolute’s zone of influence until something else eventually kills him. Not ideal, but pretty doable considering it would have a spelljamming nautiloid at its disposal.

But guess what? The Emperor doesn’t do that. It says “this elder brain unleashed will be the end of everything” and it scrapes together a plan to kill the Absolute while it’s still able to be killed.

The Emperor had the means and ability to nope the hell out, and instead it put itself at the mercy of strangers with nothing but the hope that they would help it stop this apocalyptic threat. It spends the events of the game in a cage of its own making, with its life, its freedom, and the fate of Toril and ultimately every other world lying in the player’s hands.

And at the end, it doesn’t want control of the Absolute. You have to pass a persuasion check to get it to do anything but command the Brain to die. It wants that threat dead.

Then people want to try and argue that the Emperor is evil and only wants to manipulate Tav into taking over the world.

Yeah okay buddy. Sure. Guess we’re playing different games.

[stardancerluv]

What the Emperor Wants

Part Nine

Summary: Emotions take bloom.

Notes/Warnings: Hints of dommy, emperor Geta. Dated views on feelings, ownership & religion.

I saw Gladiator 2. ❤️ed Love Geta. Wrote half of this before seeing it. Only shifted somethings 🫣🥹 my story a smidge.

❤️s, comments, feedback, & reblogs are welcome & appreciated!

Something in him that he wasn’t familiar with came over him. Shifting where he sat, he glanced back at you. There a short distance between the two of you.

“Move closer.” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

Once you were settled, he reached for your hand and held it over his shoulder.

He kept his attention on the dancers. A smile spread across his face. He felt good.

“Sire?” You felt confused.

His thumb grazed the softness of your wrist. You trembled.

“I want to feel your touch.” He pressed your hand to his chest.

You didn’t say anything further. Your touch was subtle as he continued to enjoy the fruits and bread before him, with an occasional sip of his wine.

Occasionally, he’d bring his hand to yours and press it against him before releasing it to let you continue your idle touch. Which felt as delicate as a butterfly wings has they flutter over new spring blossoms.

Catching the eye of one of the personal guards. He motioned for the man to come over.

In hushed tones, he told him to ready the carriage and to send word that villa was to ready for his arrival in the early afternoon. And to have the men ready as well to give a proper escort for himself and you.

The man replied with a positive affirmation, he knew it was possible. He had given them shorter notice when Caracalla had gone through a period of prolonged feelings of distress and tantrums. This would be much easier.

******

You held the breath in you when he motioned for the guard to come over. Their voices were hushed and low. You could not decipher what was said despite being close. You watched as the man gave a nod, stood straight and left with great haste.

Your thoughts whirled at the possibilities of what the exchange could have been. Your stomach turned.

Though as you felt his thumb graze the softness of your wrist, you were brought back to the room in which you sat.

“Diversion from the city lays ahead of us.” He told you softly.

Merriment still surrounded you, torches flickered and hushed pleasant voices grounded the music that player to accompany the dancers that continued to swish and twirl in the center of the room.

“That will be delightful Geta.” You smiled.

Tingles, from how your arm and hand were prickled at you. It reminded you on mornings where you had woken up after laying on your limb. You didn’t dare roll your hand or pull it back. Despite being the emperor, you surely believed he had those same tingles. But you enjoyed this and didn’t wish to disrupt his pleasure.

Feeling a gentle tug, you looked and caught Geta’s gaze. “Yes, Geta?”

“I’m growing tired. We shall retire to my quarters, there is something we need to discuss.”

“Yes.” You replied softly. “Yes, absolutely.” Before his hand released yours, his thumb once again grazed your wrist.

*******

He glanced at you as the two of you walked down the passageways. The footfalls of the two of you were the only ones that mattered in his opinion. The torches flickered and cast shadows here and there.

Looking at you, once again that feeling stirred in him from earlier in the evening. It reminded him of the excitement on the brink of a banquet celebrating a victory or watching a good fight in the arena. Never towards a person, even less towards someone who belonged to him.

His guards opened the doors to his quarters. He ushered you in first.

“Go to the balcony.” He told you, when you began to turn towards him.

You nodded.

He went over to where the guards stood.

“I do not want to be disturbed, Gallus.” He turned to the guard, he saw the most. “If anything else needs to be done before dawn, please do so. I do not want to delay our departure once dawn breaks. And inform Aelia she is to pack her belongings and hers, if she has not already done so, since she will be traveling with me as well.”

“Every well, sire. They are well prepared for your arrival at the destination and for your departure from here.”

“Good.”

With a nod, he closed the door.

He took off his laurel crown and set it down. Running his fingers through hair, he looked at your figure as he walked over to you. He paused, watching you.

You were gazing at your hand, he had enjoyed holding it. The gods have blessed you, he mused. Your hands were as lovely as the ways you twined words together. They were skillful in touch and in mending as well, as he glanced down where you had tended to his wound which stung with its freshness.

“Geta.” Seeing him, you turned with a smile that curled your lips.

He nodded, as he grew closer.

“Tonight’s festivities after justice was served were very pleasing. Do you agree?”

“Yes. Those dances were fascinating. Nothing, I had ever seen before.”

He smiled. “It was the same for me. They have traveled from one of the new providences. It was to celebrate them now being one with Rome.”

“That is wonderful.” You looked down.

He drew your chin up, he studied your features. Yes, he would definitely have to have a craftsman, capture you. It was as if the gods themselves had wielded a paintbrush or sculptors tool when you were created.

“Yes, Geta?”

He could feel your breath. Its steady increase pleased him.

“I’ve grown tired of city and all of the politics. We shall depart and enjoy the good airs and feel in good humor soon.

“We?” Your eyes grew.

He chuckled. “Yes, we. As much as I do enjoy my solitude. And anytime away from Caracalla can feel very good; I wish you to accompany me.”

********

With cloaks on and the blue light of the dawn, you had climbed in and sat with Aelia and Geta was opposite the two of you in the carriage. It was not long, before the streets of the city were shadows in the dust of the wheels and horse’s pace. The horses did not pick up a good trot till out of the confines of the city to not create a disturbance.

******

You tried, struggled even to stay awake, an eagerness to look out the windows had grabbed you. It was exciting to go somewhere you had never been. Even, Aelia had told you briefly how much nicer it was at the villa. Especially with Caracalla staying at the domus in the city.

Vaguely, you wondered about the woman who sat beside you. She was loyal without question to Geta. She had been firm yet show a warmth, a kindness towards you that you had not expected. Not many were. So you accepted and appreciated it.

On either side of the two of you were also guards, you didn’t speak to them and they didn’t speak to you. You barely ever looked up at one. They scared you. Glancing over at Geta, you noticed that he had even bowed his head to sleep. It had run its soft lulling touch over all of you. Your eyes had been growing heavier.

Before succumbing to its soft touch, you caught a glimpse of Geta from under your hood. His lashes laid on his cheeks, his hair like sun-rays themselves were peaking from the edges of his cloak’s hood and his features were soft. Your heart quickened realizing like this he resembled the sculptures you had been blessed to see. He truly, was touched by the gods.

@honey-eyed-munson @amethyst-serenade @screaming-blue-bagel @kitkat80 @blondie324 @alyisdead @hellomadamebutterfly @heartsforjosephquinn @helsa3942

[vorbarrsultana]

i finished rereading the first four vorkosigan books (+ "the flowers of vashnoi" because ekaterin!!!), and you really have to feel for piotr vorkosigan because what a nightmare life, truly.

imagine you are born just in time for your world to be unified by dorca vorbarra and rediscovered by people from wider galaxy. things are finally looking good, for the first time in 600 years of isolation there is no more feudal infighting, and the promise of galactic medicine and technologies being available lightens everyone's perspectives. sure, your grandpa is called count pierre "le sanguinaire", but who doesn't have terrible relatives?

then you are 15, and suddenly your planet is attacked by the aggressive eugenecist space empire hell-bent on subjugating your people and turning them into disposable material for unethical genetic experiments. you flee into the mountains, away from your family, and create guerrilla forces from locals sworn to your dad, and it's really terrible for a very long time. you have no high-tech weapons and no food, you sleep in a cave in the dead of winter, and the cetagandans try everything (from carpet bombing to chemical weapons) to murder you.

but hey, at least you now have your bff ezar vorbarra, and (from the bff's words on his deathbed) it sounds like you two had so much fun between unimaginable horrors and despair, and it's not surprising, since no one really believes in death after life at 20. then the emperor makes you a general at the tender age of 22. fortunately for him, you & bff make a frighteningly competent dream-team, and the joke's on cetagandans.

then, several years later, you ask the emperor for weapons, because you still sleep on the bare cave floor, there are little resources, and every ghem on the planet is trying to murder you. he offers you the hand of his granddaughter instead, like it's some sort of twisted fairytale, but you grow to love your olivia more than anything, and the tide of war is finally turning, and you allow yourself to entertain the idea of peaceful life, and then...

the space eugenecist empire nukes your hometown, killing your mom, dad, surviving brothers, and two hundred thousand of your people. plus your bff (ezar) gets a radiation doze large enough for it to cause severe cancer thirty years later. great.

but you win! your district is in shambles, your capital is an irradiated crater, your castle is in ruins, but you win! the old dorca dies, and yuri ascends the throne, but politicking is secondary to the fact that you are alive.

yes, you are probably not entirely sane, and you've long forgotten what the peaceful times look like, but you are alive, just under 35, and your entire life is ahead of you. olivia is alive too, and ezar, and you now have three wonderful children, and the extended vorpatril-vorbarra family that hosts regular get-togethers. sure, your mom-in-law is a betan with all sorts of crazy ideas in her head, but she is not pierre vorrutyer. small mercies.

but then the new emperor goes mad, and decides to murder your entire family overnight. your brothers-in-law are gone, one of your sisters-in-law too, and all your nephews and nieces except little padma. but all of this pales in comparison to the facts that olivia is murdered, and that your heir and daughter lay dead beside her.

all you have left of her, of your house, of the family you've lost in vashnoi not a ten years ago, is aral, whom you keep by your side throughout the bloody civil war to put your bff on the throne.

but you win again. you are 43, and ezar vorbarra is now the emperor. you are responsible for the imperium's entire ground forces. you are also responsible for a severely traumatized boy of 13, and the only children you've interacted with without olivia's genle guidance were little messengers of guerilla companies.

what a mess.

[robinmage]

one thing i really appreciate about jinshi's character is how he has NEVER once actually had any intention of succeeding the throne. every time the idea is brought up he immediately detests it. so hes giving maomao as much as he possibly can, even though maomao has many qualms about it due to their difference in social status, but jinshi DOESNT CARE because hes NEVER cared about or wanted the status of crown prince! its been nothing but a burden to him! from his perspective the ONLY thing keeping the two of them apart are outside influences. he has no doubt within himself-- hes horribly down bad, in fact. but unfortunately his stupid JOB is getting in the way of him skipping off into the sunset with his favourite little cat

[heliosphere-underthesky]

The Suns' reaction to Sunfish. Emperor Helios got himself a high tech modded Switch so it doesn't melt away (from Earth's home, and probably modded by the local mechanic, Mars). He played ACNH and that's how he finds out that a fish is named after him. Sun Dad? He's been there before. It was quite the experience.

@owlygem Hiii I saw you were open for spacey asks, idk what to ask (for now) so I hope you don't mind me drawing our Suns together!

I've always wanted to do so, but I was pretty shy. I hope you like! Your Sun is such a cutie, I've always admired him from afar 😅

[alexiethymia]

With the reveal that Aduo didn’t actually want to be the mother of the nation, looks like we now have a concrete path to a happy ending for Jinshi.

Though I actually really want to see him as the Emperor one day (at least for a time), it would be thematically appropriate if Jinshi takes not after the Emperor, but after Gaoshun and becomes the retainer of the future Emperor.

[stagbeetleboy]

Fit check but the fit is emperor Palpatine themed