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Almost forgot to drop this here😅 “A boy raised with love”!!

#𝐈𝐈𝐈. * ◞ dyn: mitsuki & katsuki. #𝐈𝐈𝐈. * ◞ bond: dynmghts. #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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Paul Atreides. You are your father’s son. You are my son.

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET and REBECCA FERGUSON DUNE 2021 | Denis Villeneuve

#𝐈𝐈𝐈. * ◞ dyn: remus &. priscilla. #gif / #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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MATTEO MARTARI IN MEDICI

#𝐈𝐈. * ◞ visuals. / remus. #gif / #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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Marin Kitagawa (喜多川 海夢) - Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi wo Suru - Episode 12

#𝐈𝐈. * ◞ visuals. / hana k. #gif / #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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Jaime King as Pixel Happy Campers (2001) dir. Daniel Waters

#𝐈𝐈. * ◞ visuals. / yui s. #gif / #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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Im a professional sweetheart

#𝐈𝐈. * ◞ insp. / hana k. #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ insp. / the nurse. #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ insp. / julia a. #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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much of this world remained a mystery to him. there was much to learn, too many names to remember and too many people to greet. but he would save face and bear it all, for marcus, for their mother [ heartache after heartache, yet they carry on brilliantly. ] a reminder to the world that they were the great divine family of rome. the connection between old and new. the oldest house in italy, perhaps the world. they were gods amongst men but these new romans were unworthy of their presence, rather busying themselves with petty wars and scrawbles. war, perhaps spilling blood in a ruthless display would put them back into place.

❝ if you say he is worthy of holding his titles, then he shall remain the head of state. even if he seems too weak physically. ❞ there is a painful tug at his heart. knowing his brother had fallen ill and there was nothing no one could do. aside from whispering in the ears of senators to do better, fix the broken bonds to mend the fragile heart of marcus. a hand massages his chest as if to soothe his own fragile heart. keep it locked behind steel, never to be harmed again. ❝ it has been too long, brother. far too long . . . centuries from what the scrolls and what this augustus says. a bit of a reader, isn't he ? ❞

As Marcus leans against the balcony of his home and looks out over the Palatine, he understands what Remus means. Gone are the days of their little city, of Marcus toddling around and following Remus everywhere he went. Now he is grown, has been for a while, but this is the healthiest he's felt in decades. Even if Remus doesn't approve of Augustus, Marcus has to admit that he's done more for Rome in a few years than anyone else has in quite some time.

So he laughs quietly, then sighs, looking over at Remus. "They are, yes, but Augustus is doing quite well, I think. I've spent the better part of the last century as sick as a dog, but look at me now, eh? Healthy as a horse. It's been...a long and hard road to get here. I was beginning to worry that Roma might fall into pieces and me with it."

He frowns, holding onto the bar of the balcony and leaning back on his heels. "Regardless...it's good to see you again. I've missed you, frater."

#audaciiae #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / remus. #the brothers <3

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her grin never dared to fall. only growing and growing, little laugh lines forming around her eyes. dual - coloured eyes near shining as they take him in, certain there were new strands of grey in his hair [ had touring been that stressful? is that the nature of this duty? ] but still the same since they last saw each other. albeit less tearful, full of smiles and laughter. julia prayed he would be around for some time before duty demanded him elsewhere, or sister imperator would allow their little family time. who knew.

❝ only a little, padre. it's these shoes, they also make me taller than i am. something about how i should present myself now. ❞ hands gesture around her as she spoke, a little laugh in her throat. she knew she had grow, just another tick in the list of oddities about julia antonia. already taller than her mother, reaching her father's height. despite all that, she was still a cheery girl. bouncing on the heels of her feet, only to still when his hands reached for her arms. [ behave yourself, julia. you are a lady, act like it. ] hands clasped together before her, fingers fidgeting with the faint traces of jewellery she wore. ❝ right, sorry. i'm just glad you're home. ❞ a small breath is taken, even with excitement bubbling through her veins. ❝ i'm fine ! been maintaining my studies, currently learning about summoning rites, oh and ensuring the babies are happy and well. aside from that, things are well ! now please may you tell me about your adventures ? ❞

he wobbles a bit upon entrance, his hair knocked almost a bit askew from their curled form behind their ears at the impact. what had he expected? perhaps of days old, when sister imperator was breathing down his neck -- but not after holy matrimony, no! his julia would insist on nothing less than to be the first face he sees upon entrance, even if it arches his back &. extends lower limb adjacent to the other while he drops his bags in time to curl his arm around her waist. "-- ah! suppose i am, little julia!"

he can't see her . . . though he drawls out a noise whilst peering down her back, his face screwing up in defeat. "or, perhaps not so little anymore. has your padre missed everything out there? you're almost as tall as i am." he says, breaking away to extend arm and gesture up &. down, gloved palm up. . . . though bringing in his limb he smiles. his knee cocking with a bit of a bend. fixing his clothes with a half step. "the babies, si? yes . . . i missed them too." he waves his hands. "rilassati amore mia, ci sarà molto tempo per le storie." he says. "but tell me about you, first, eh? how are you, now?" he reaches out &. patting her arms.

#muutos #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / julia a. #i missed them ;-;

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@dynmghts ; relics of blood and earth summoning the model — mitsuki : mom, this is doing nothing for my nerves. / thinking … her taking him to her job during a holiday break 🤔 [ inbox prompts. ]

maybe this was too much for him already. his first big outing to her workplace, something meticulously planned and prepared to ensure everything would be perfect. that he would be alright, with little head high and proudly prancing about as if he owned the place. yes, she would pull him aside and lovingly tell him to pull it in but secretly — she would be grinning.

but not now. not when katsuki shuffles closer, hands gripping her skirt in tight little fists. seeking shelter from her friends, all of whom meant well in their excitement, but for a little kid, it was too much. shooing them away with a polite smile, letting there be a moment of peace. crouching down on her heels, hand so gracefully resting on his back [ even the bravest lil' soldier needed the protective care of their mother. ] urging him closer to where he would be safe. mitsuki knew he was a tough little kid, rebellious since the moment he could crawl. but sometimes, on the rarest of occasions, he showed some sensitivity.

❝ hey, what's going on with my little hero, huh ? ❞ softer voice, words for him only. a smile trickling across her features, trying to provide comfort the best she could. free hand coming up, index finger tapping his nose. ❝ too many people pestering you, ain't that right ? they're all excited to meet you, you know. but it's okay if this is all too much for you. it's a big step. ❞ she does feel guilty for this. but one must smile and bear it all. thinking quick on her feet, plotting out a little plan.

❝ how about this, hm ? we stay for an hour or two, you see what i do, then afterwards we go and annoy your dad for lunch. you might find some of the clothes pretty cool too. it's something called techwear, you might like it. ❞ seeing the little nodding of her mini - me not that she'd call him that directly transformed her smile into a grin. hand moving to ruffle his blonde hair, the traditional bakugo family sign of affection. ❝ that's my brave boy. c'mon, let me be your hero for a moment. ❞

#dynmghts #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / mitsuki b. #me singing in the background: mama's boy ma-- #i ignore frankie for this. he's at my feet crying #while i cry over mama mitsuki and her lil baby boy

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taylor swift lyrics, the tortured poets department edition, part two

guilty as sin?

▸ my boredom's bone-deep. ▸ am i allowed to cry? ▸ i'm seeing visions, am i bad? or mad? or wise? ▸ one slip and i'm falling back into the hedge maze. ▸ oh, what a way to die. ▸ i keep recalling things we never did. ▸ how i long for our trysts. ▸ how can i be guilty as sin? ▸ i keep these longings locked inside a vault. ▸ someone told me there's no such things as bad thoughts, only your actions talk. ▸ they're gonna crucify me anway. ▸ what if they way you hold me is actually what's holy? ▸ i choose you and me religiously.

who's afraid of little old me?

▸ the "who's who?`" of "who's that?" is poised for the attack. ▸ you don't get to tell me about 'sad'. ▸ if you wanted me dead, you should've just said. nothing makes me feel more alive. ▸ who's afraid of little old me? you should be. ▸ the scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed. ▸ at all costs, keep your good name. ▸ you don't get to tell me you feel bad. ▸ is it a wonder i broke? ▸ let's hear one more joke. then we could all just laugh until i cry. ▸ i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean. ▸ they say they didn't do it to hurt me but what if they did? ▸ i want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. ▸ you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me. ▸ isn't that what they all said? that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong. ▸ you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me. ▸ you caged me and then you called me crazy. ▸ i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

i can fix him (no really i can)

▸ the jokes that [you/they] told across the bar were revolting and far too loud. ▸ they shake their heads, saying "god help [them]" when i tell 'em you're the one. ▸ i can fix him, no really i can. and only i can. ▸ i could see it from a mile away. ▸ you had a halo of the highest grade, you just hadn't met met yet. ▸ come close, i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night. ▸ trust me, i can handle me a dangerous [man/woman].

loml

▸ we were just kids, babe. ▸ i don't mind, it takes time. ▸ i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed. ▸ i felt aglow like this. never before and never since. ▸ you and i went from one kiss to getting married. ▸ you said i'm the love of your life about a million times. ▸ a conman sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme. ▸ i felt a hole like this never before and ever since. ▸ what we thought was for all time was momentary. ▸ i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all. ▸ the coward claimed he was a lion. ▸ i'll still see it until i die. you're the loss of my life.

i can do it with a broken heart

▸ i can show you lies. ▸ i'm a real tough kid, i can handle my shit. ▸ they said 'you gotta fake it 'til you make it' and i did. ▸ you said you'd love me all your life but that life was too short. ▸ i can do it with a broken heart. ▸ i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day. ▸ i cry a lot but i am so productive, it's an art. ▸ you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart. ▸ i can hold my breath, i've been doing it since [you/they] left. ▸ i'm miserable and nobody even knows!

the smallest man who ever lived

▸ was any of it true? ▸ now you know what it feels like. ▸ i don't miss what we had. ▸ in public, you showed me off then sank in stoned oblivion. ▸ you didn't measure up in any measure of a man. ▸ were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? ▸ good riddance 'cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden. ▸ i would've died for your sins. instead i just died inside. ▸ in plain sight you hid but you are what you did. ▸ i'll forget you but i'll never forgive.

the alchemy

▸ this happens once every few lifetimes. ▸ these chemicals hit me like white wine. ▸ what if i told you i'm back? ▸ the hospital was a drag. worst sleep i ever had. ▸ ditch the clowns, get the crown. ▸ what if i told you we're cool? ▸ honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy? ▸ where's the trophy?

clara bow

▸ all your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose? ▸ i'm not trying to exaggerate but i think i might die. ▸ this town is fake but you're the real thing. ▸ take the glory, give everything. ▸ promise to be dazzling. ▸ you're the new god we're worshipping. ▸ beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours, demanding more. ▸ it's hell on earth to be heavenly. ▸ them's the breaks, they don't come gently.

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#𝐈𝐈𝐈. * ◞ bond: wornkindness. #𝐈𝐈𝐈. * ◞ dyn: remus &. amelia. #we ignore show context #but its them !! THEY!! #gif / #𝐈. * ◞ queue.

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small plotting call that will turn into a starter too. don't forget about the interest tracker too !

#* ◞ i. ‹ out of character ! #gotta do some adult things first ! #then fun writing time <3

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gargoyle felt like a child, despite her inhuman age. especially when it came to the eldest brother. the fatherly one, she had heard some siblings whisper. a better father than nihil ever was [ humans are strange. so different from the ghouls. ] and could ever be. she simply knew him as the kinder brother, unlike the second who would lecture her about running carelessly through the dark halls. at least primo is kind enough not to do such a thing.

❝ you are too kind, papa. too forgiving. no wonder the siblings like you. ❞ fanged grin crept onto her lips. moon - kissed eyes soft and shining, predatory in nature as they flicker. searching for the next target. perhaps something to present to primo, like a cat with a mouse. ❝ imperator forbids me from entering the catacombs. says my duty is to guard the night above, not below. ensure you humans are safe, even with your ghouls. ❞

Primo is more than used to the unusual scurryings of all of Hell's creatures at this time of night. In the darkness, the Ghouls reign supreme. Most of the siblings are smart enough to stay in their rooms once night falls outside of a midnight mass, and few lack total fear of the many inhuman creatures.

Primo is one of those few. He's spent most of his life around Ghouls, and knows them well, and thinks himself friends with those he personally summoned.

He's not surprised that one of them runs into him, only that he doesn't hit the ground as so often happens when a Ghoul is running.

"Oh... you're quite alright, little one. I am generally light on my feet, and the hour is late. Chasing rodents I assume? If so, I apologize that you lost it. You may find some sweeter to your taste in the catacombs," he chuckled gently.

"It would be unreasonable of me to lecture you for an accident."

#iomadachd #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / angela.

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@wornkindness ; relics of blood and earth summoning the king — remus : why so silent ? [ inbox prompts. ]

the nightmares never wavered. never allowing a moment of peace, awake or resting. memories play over in his mind like a broken recording. crimson upon the snow, shaking hands and heavy breathing. lucid dreaming, the wails of his mother all but an echo [ that day is barely remembered but the feeling is there. ] as if he was watching the scenes unfold above his body. that day is etched into his memory. just as the blood stains his hands for eternity. no matter how much he scrubbed his hands, scrubbing them raw of skin, the blood still stained his hands.

finding peace in the gardens brought some solace. away from chattering nobles, too nosy for their own good. asking too many questions, drilling their voices into his head. poor remus, unable to escape the demands of others [ remember your breathing, little king. ] only when he demanded politely excuse himself, he ran. sprinting through stone walls that provided no comfort. it was the wilds that he loved, that gave comfort. now laying in the dirt, shoes kicked aside and simply basking in the warmth of the sun. a gentle breeze, birds chirping in the distance. a pleasant day away from the drama.

it was the same back then too. so many centuries ago.

her approach is felt before dark eyes even find her. her presence just as comforting as the surrounding flora. sweet sister, the sister he had always wanted. someone kind and full of fire. hesitant to answer straight away, uncertain of how to example his silence. so many years ago he had slain his brother yet he cannot remember it. only the image of his brother's eyes full of fear staring at him. blood uncontrollably flowing from a wound struck to his head. and remus's hands holding the bloodied stone, the killing tool.

❝ this day has never been a fond one. ❞ slow to admit as the boy - king adjusted his position. sitting upright with knees bent and hands in his lap. shaking, anxiety and fear coursing through his very being. guarded shields lowered for one of the few he trusted. gaze fixated on the dirt, ashamed to look amelia in the eye. ❝ do you know . . . ? ❞ she might not. he doubted his mother shared such a tragedy with her. or maybe she did. shoulders slump forward, making the older appear and feel smaller. ❝ i am silent because i cannot stop thinking. this day is painful, little sister. another should be here with you. ❞ a pause. a troubled sigh. ❝ are you aware i am a twin ? the younger twin, actually. you are meant to have four brothers. ❞

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in their world, there were gods and men. those caught in between were the bold and unfortunate. favoured or despised, all meet the wrath of the gods. or so he was told [ mother told us stories of medusa, how she was so beautiful it tempted a god. fuck the gods. ] in the days of golden youth when all were naught but stories told at dusk. when laughter filled his heart and a grin broad across his lips. now he was the story told. another remnant of antiquity.

❝ neither do i. we are viewed as monstrous due to these reputations, are we not ? ❞ the brother killer and the gorgon. a strange pair, a strange meeting without the guidance of another. he was never one to engage in such things by himself. but for her he would make the exception. ❝ forgive me for any hesitation, my lady. i am cautious around anyone not entirely human. you must understand. ❞ straightening his posture, head held high. he was once a king, act like it. ❝ yes, let's discuss this business. ❞

often spoken of long ago as someone so hideous, they turn men to stone . . . but no one who saw the gorgon's face lived to tell the tale. tides change. her features slightly veiled, piercing green eyes serpentine in themselves. era gone, stories sung. yet still, here they remain.

lips peak. coiling snakes underneath the veil below, their green eyes hidden from causing death to those innocent around them. "remus." she purrs softly, head gently offset as she looks up in greeting. "you flatter me. though i have not always had the best of reputations." she gestures before her. "let's discuss, shall we?"

#muutos #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / remus.

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she is no stranger to the strange or monstrous. these lands were home to all creatures. ghosts to the west, shape - shifters to the north, whispering woods all around. these lands were etched in magic and mystery [ gods whisper in the winds. warnings of the end approaches. ] even if one did not see it. it was felt. electric pulses in the air, tingling along her arms. reminders of strong and fruitful past, lest they forget.

❝ always. our fires are open to friends of the natural world. come, take a seat and warm yourself. ❞ a hand is extended, beckoning welcome to roaring fire that stood in the heart of the iceni tribe. beacon of her goddess, flames that destroy also nurture. the mouthpiece of andraste stood firm, steel eyes watching with a softening tone. ❝ only to those worthy to walk our lands. those whom are true warriors of great battles. ❞ perhaps he was sent to aid in the rebellion, a sign from the gods that their cause was just. ❝ what do i call you ? ❞

to be a beast is to be hunted. since his escape from the winding darkness, he had been driven across many strange lands. crete to athens to rome; now to the furthest edge of a hungry empire. the civilized world is no place for a creature such as he. kindness so rarely extended that he scarcely knows how to recognize it. there is a flinch, albeit subtle, at her touch. yet he returns her smile with one of his own.

" the warmth of your fire, if you will share it. " the wilds of britannia are far colder than his native crete. and even a beast grows tired running from roman legions. " surely your goddess must smile upon me for you to extend such kindness. "

#priscus #𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / boudicca.