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maopll · 4 months

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Hello! Could I request Diluc, Ayato, Kaeya and Itto's s/o waking up from a nap and groggily saying "hello, handsome" when she sees them ?

Golden Hour

# genshin edition !

⌗:, a/n: No cause i dont think i'l be able to keepmy head straight as soon as i see these guys infront of me. And yes the title does depict thesong golden hour by jvke!!

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: diluc, kaeya, itto & ayato w/ gn!reader

— DILUC ♡

The warm yellow sunshine through the curtains fell on your face rendering you awake from your sweet slumber. Even in the midst of waking up, Diluc felt your shuffling. Knowing very well how much your adore sleep he placed a gentle hand over your eyes to block the sunshine. You switched your position and faced him. It looked like he was awake a long time ago. He has this habit of basking in the quite morning with your sleeping form beside him.

You nuzzled into his chest. The smell of fresh grapes wafted into your nose. "mhm..Good morning handsome" you slurred. Sleep evident in your voice. Diluc's chuckle reverberated in his chest. "Good morning to you too, my angel. His voice was a little raspy since he also just woke up. He rarely showed this intimate side to anyone, and only you were the one with whom he gladly shared such vulnerable moments of his. He wrapped his one arm around your waist and kept the other underneath your head and pulled you close to him with such gentleness that to others they would seem like a foreign nature of the usual cold and stoic Diluc. But they were all filled with warmth and comfort. "We can indulge in your cuddles for 5 more minutes hm?"

— KAEYA ♡

The soft sound of pen scratching against paper awoke you from your sleep. You saw him infront of you surrounded by calvary paperworks. Ah..so that's why the scent of ink was so strong. He smiled at you, the tenderness of love and a slight hint of tease evident in his eyes. You looked at him drowsily and gave him a lopsided smile.

Softly you said, "Hello handsome, done with your paperwork yet?" Your voice raspy yet laced with honey and adoration for him. "It seems my beloved is eager for my attention?" There it was, he started teasing you like usual. You got up from the uncomfortable position grunting since keeping your head down on hardwood will not be giving you the same level of comfort like the satin pillow or kaeya's lap. He laughed breathily, "Just a moment dear after a few lines I'll be able to give you the attention you've been itching for" you rolled your eyes at him playfully "Bold of you to assume I've been craving your love" he cut you off saying "Oh? so can I assume that you calling my name in your sleep is not you wanting me?" "Oh come on!"

— ITTO ♡

The sound of laughter, playful shouting and things crashing and tumbling woke you up, quite rapidly, from your most deserved sleep. Although you were quite mad at whatever caused you to get up so abruptly, your rage settled into pure adoration as soon as you saw your lover with children around him playing his all time favourite game, Onikabuto fight.

You kept watching as the scenes unfolded. The blissful scene accompanied with the rustling of the tree leaves and grass with gentle breeze was too magical to be real amidst the internal aggression in Inazuma. Nevertheless, your lover still managed to find, like usual, the joy in little moments like these. And so did you. After losing for the nth time in a row, he bid farewell to the kids and his good gals, he rushed over to you like a toddler running towards their mother holding treats. "I'm here, I'm here love!" you smiled warmly, "Hello handsome, so how was your day?". Your voice was a little hoarse since you woke up not too long ago. "Let's go home now?" Itto quite readily agreed and as soon as you got up on your legs, he picked you up on his back giving you a piggyback ride. "I can walk you know?" "Well I'm cold! and the breeze is freezing me! you were the closest thing that was warm so not my fault!" You sighed at his childlike behaviour but, it was a little cold. "Alright then, let's go home now" and you sealed your words with a kiss on his cheek. "Ya got it!"

— AYATO ♡

The faint familiar voice and the aroma of freshly brewed black tea filled the room. You slowly opened your eyes, finding yourself leaning against the shoji. Accompanied with the scent of black tea, the fragrance of sakura in full bloom filled your olfactory senses. You blind once or twice and were greeted with the relaxed frame of your lover Ayato.

"Slept well dearest?" he said, voice laced with joy. A soft smile crept on your lips involuntarily, "Hello handsome and yes I had a good sleep". You stretched your arms to wake you up and energizer yourself. "Thoma brewed the tea just now, have it while it's still warm" saying so he picked the cup up. He looked calm. He glowed amidst the cherry blossoms. The slight curve of his lips and the peace in his eyes had you staring for longer than you actually intended to. As if hypnotised by his movements, your hands reached out for the warm cup right next to you. You smiled, closing you eyes you took the scent in. A petal had fallen from the tree on the drink but its alright.As if in a trance, you couldn't find the sttength in you to remove that petal. You took a sip of the savoury tea. "Hah..." you locked your eyes with his. "It's as delicious as always love"

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moonlit-midnight · 8 months

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A Galaxy of Beautiful Stars

Characters: Jade Leech.

Summary: The one time you succeeded in making your beloved boyfriend blush.

Warnings:

GN!Reader, is multilingual, tooth rotting fluff.

This idea popped up when my friend reminded me that Arabic is my fourth language. The transliteration will be written at the end.

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Underneath the obsidian night sky, lit up dazzlingly with infinite stars, you and your lover sat close together.

His head rested on your shoulder, and your arm wrapped around him safely like a warm blanket.

He always loved the feeling of closeness with you, for your warmth and your love radiated like the gentle spring sunshine.

“I recall you once told me that you speak multiple languages,” Jade gazed at you with a curious look. “Can you say something in a language that you like speaking?”

Your eyes met his, holding his affectionate stare.

For a moment, the world stood still. There was only you and him alone.

“من قال أن النجوم في السماء، لم يرى المجرات في عينيك”

You said steadily without missing a beat.

The way you spoke the words sounded like a melody from a love song, or that’s what Jade thought.

“What does it mean, my dear pearl?” He tilted his head, wide eyed and filled with wonder.

“It means your hair is a mess.” A cheeky smile played on your lips as you tucked a stray hair behind his ear.

“Something tells me that you’re fooling around with me.” Jade chuckled lightly, mismatched eyes narrowed in a playful way.

He sort of knew because there was a “just kidding” expression written on your face.

“Ah! You caught me, darling.” you giggled, a sweet and delightful sound.

“What it means is…” With delicate fingers, you traced the corner of his eyes before letting it linger against his cheek. “Whoever said that the stars are in the sky, haven’t seen the galaxies in your eyes.”

This time, your smile was genuine, brimming with adoration and heartfelt love.

Rendered speechless, Jade averted his shy gaze.

And like the blossoming roses in the spring season, the prettiest shade of pink bloomed across his face.

“That’s such a lovely saying.” Jade smiled back, a smile brighter than the stars. “I could say the same thing about you, my love.”

Transliteration of the said Arabic line:

– “Man Qala Anna-nujooma fee as-sama, Lam yara al-majarraat fee aynayk.”

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enbyobeyme · 8 months

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I got a lil nsfw request for you

Diavolo is trying to evade his work, and asks us to distract Barbatos for a bit. So what better way to do so than giving him a "quick" blowjob!

"Quick" cause you ain’t letting him get away so fast in the end (for Diavolo’s sake of course 😌)

On Every Surface— Barbatos NSFW

Cw: Barbatos my beloved. Mc is dominant and GN. Barbatos has two cocks headcanon

It was very rare to have someone else like Barbatos under your finger. And it was even more rare to render the ancient demon speechless. And yet even rarer was to have a being as powerful as him whimpering and gripping onto your hair as you lower your lips further down his shaft. He lost track of the amount of orgasms you have given him.

"Ah, Mc, I'm going to…" his voice was breathy and quiet yet calm before he sucked in his breath and pressed himself into the wall behind him. You pause your ministrations and allow his thick ropes of sperm down your throat once more, only this time you pull away with heavy breaths and a lustful grin, allowing both cocks to slip out your mouth. Barbatos moves one of his hands down to your cheek to stroke and tilts your head further up to look at him. You play with the waistband of his pants as you beam at him.

"I say… what has gotten into you…?" Barbatos hums, his face flushed and his glowing hair sticking to his skin as he beams with absolute lustful adoration. You stand up from where you kneel and lean into him for a kiss, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you use one of your hands to gently stroke his cocks together, occasionally focusing on one. Your other hand pulls Barbatos even closer to you.

He moans into your mouth as your tongue prods his. His saliva must have some sort of aphrodisiac effect with how addicting it is. His hands find their way under your clothes, scratching at your back, and your hands start to focus more on his tips, thumbing both of them as you pull your mouth away from his and look down at them hungrily.

"Well, are you going to answer my question?" You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss, then licking a stripe up his neck to his ear. "I always get so greedy when it comes to you. Yknow?" You smirk into his neck, grazing your teeth over the area. "I just wanted you all to myself, is that an issue?"

Your possessiveness seems to have struck a chord in the butler, as his eyes seem to darken slightly. You know how possessive your love is over you, even if he acts like he isn't. You also know just how much he loves it when you become possessive over him as well. It does wonders for his jealousy… and greed.

"Come now, let's finish this in my bed shall we? We are in my bedroom after all? Or would you perhaps prefer me on a table instead?" The demon smirks mischievously, lifting up your shirt slowly. You reciprocate, unbuttoning his formal attire before pausing for a moment.

"Are you sure Diavolo doesn't need you right now?" You tease. Barbatos let's a low chuckle. "Considering you were distracting me from scolding him, I think he will be okay for just a bit longer." The demon drinks in your expression, busted. "Hah. Can never hide anything from you…" you plant another kiss on his lips.

"I did mean what I said though." "I know you did, I would like to see you prove it however." You managed to take off his shirt. "Oh yeah?" You hold onto Barbatos as you guide him to your shared bed. "I would love to."

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos #sticky

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onecantsimply · 5 months

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I'm gonna be blunt about this, so... 👀

Submissive Jack.

Face down, ass up.

Getting mercilessly fucked from behind by Male Reader.

Include bondage, edging, and extreme overstimulation.

I wanna see this man cry and beg.

He's not escaping.

Please and thank you. 🙏🙏🙏

Warning: Submissive Jack, massive overstimulation, bondage, edging, begging, crying, male reader being a teasing dick, and me not being able to write anything to set up the smut so we're getting right into it-

I have no idea how to do bondage lmfao, so-

Ngl this was kinda rushed but I might write more smuts soon-

- RIGHT INTO THE SMUT LES GO- -

Jack clutched at the sheets, his nails digging through the fabric and into his skin. It ached from the strength of his grip, but seemed like nothing compared to the complete pounding he was receiving from behind. "(Y/n)... More gentle...! Ple-" Jack was cut off when (Y/n) had pulled him closer, the male's tip pushing right into Jack's g-spot. The gentleman was immediately rendered unable to move from his own accord. His eyes seemed to faintly twitch as they slightly rolled to the back of his head.

He didn't know why (Y/n) was going so hard on him this time around. Usually, he was never so rough, naturally always going to Jack's preferred pace. But this time... it was a disaster. Perhaps something went on during his assignment as an assassin? He did seem slightly distressed when he got home. And yet, Jack couldn't do anything to help his own lover unless it was... this.

So here he was, being used as a stress toy for his beloved husband.

Jack could barely even breathe through the sheets. But if he lifted his head, he knew fully well that he'd be a groaning and mewling mess. Well, he couldn't lift his head anyways. Not with (Y/n)'s hand clutching his hair and keeping his head in the bed. Jack's eyes twitched once more before his head was tugged upwards. The male grit his teeth faintly, whimpering with every thrust (Y/n) gave into his walls.

Well, even with how rough he was going, Jack couldn't say that he didn't like it. From how erect his dick was and how twitchy it was, there was no exception to the fact that he enjoyed what was being given to him.

(I can barely even move... My legs... They're so... -Jack)

The male faintly shivered as he attempted to lower his head. Yet, (Y/n) tugged it upwards again, making Jack whimper. He could feel his dick starting to throb upwards the closer he got to his release. "(Y/n)... Cumming..." Jack softly warned. The male immediately fell onto the bed with a pant the second the male let go of his hair. "Do you want that release?" (Y/n) questioned. His pace started to slow down. "Yes..." Jack muttered. He once again clenched at the bed sheets. "Then beg." A darker heat clouded his face.

Did (Y/n) truly want to steal more of Jack's pride? More than he already has?

"You can't say anything about it. After all, this is what you want." The gentleman immediately shivered upon hearing the complete truth. "And you want more... So beg for it." Jack bit at his lip the moment (Y/n)'s thumb rubbed against his tip. "I've..." The gentleman softly started. "Louder." The other man ordered. "This is precisely what I've wanted..." Jack muttered, attempting to think, even with how jumbled his mind was. "I've always needed pleasure like this... without ever touching myself..." He clenched at the sheets even more as his nails dug into his skin. "And... I ache for more..." Jack whimpered. He attempted to look down, only to softly shudder when his head was pulled up again. "I want more..." Jack softly begged. "Louder, Jack. That isn't enough." The male began to tear up when he felt (Y/n)'s thumb teasing at his rim. The man's nail was circling around his tip. "I want more of this...! Please keep going...!" Jack once again begged.

"Ah... So cute, aren't you...?" The male panted, not even being able to reply anymore.

He felt oddly humiliated, so why was it that his dick grew more excited when he had to beg? Why was it that he got more aroused the more he had to endure (Y/n)'s touch?

At this point, Jack fully understood one thing.

In any situation, he'd be satisfied to get fucked by (Y/n) at any time. And he'd want to get more, even if it requires for him to not be able to move by the next day.

"Ah, you're a good boy... Your begging is so adorable..." Jack was immediately placed on (Y/n)'s lap before the male started to thrust up into him. The gentleman yelped for a moment. Yet, he began to slur as he melted into the arousal given to him.

(Yes, yes... -Jack)

The male felt his eyes slowly twitch.

"There, there...!" He softly begged.

(Y/n)'s dick immediately began to pound right into the man's g-spot once again. Right as it did so, Jack could feel his dick throb upwards. Even more so when (Y/n) continued to stroke at his entire dick.

There was nothing Jack could do but get ready to cum.

He slurred the moment (Y/n) had pulled him down to the very deepest part of his dick.

Jack felt his cum gush out of his tip, especially when he felt a warmth invading his walls, most likely creating ribbons and webs of semen within him.

The male could barely keep his eyes open. He could distantly hear (Y/n) chuckle as he gently kissed the gentleman's cheek. "You did good, Love..." Jack could only whimper in reply, slightly mewling when he felt the male pull out. "We have some aftercare to go through, so no falling asleep now, got it?"

That somewhat felt impossible. Jack just hoped he could stay awake as (Y/n) carried him to the restroom.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper

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bruhstation · 7 months

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I have not stopped thinking about this AU you are RUINING ME

I am IN LOVE with your art, the rendering the form, the DESIGNS IN THIS AU? Oh my god, OH my god, the details down to Zorran has a Prince Albert's tie knot where as Zip has a double Windsor? Like Oh My God?????? OH MY GOD? Ah

The fucking "I have psychological problems so I'm stuck here with you troglodytes" Has been permanently implanted in my brain in Zorrans voice

JUMPS AROUND MY ROOM JUMPS AROUND MY ROOMCLAWS ON THE DRYWALL

ZIP MY CUTIE PATOOTIE HES SO CUTE......... HES SO SO CUTE YOU DREW HIM SO CUTE . MY LITTLE CLUELESS GANGSTER.... LOOK AT HIM GO!!!! HES SO HANDSOME!!!!! THAT SIDE HEADSHOT WITH HIS GIANT COAT..... SHAKES HIM AROUND and hi zorran. my favorite sane but not very well adjusted right hand man. hes also very cute ....... I love his twirly zig-zag stray hair. hopefully a bottle of krating daeng can help him with his endeavors

thank you so much for drawing them I CANT STOP STARING AT THIS ...... ZIP AND ZORRAN MY BELOVEDS......

#asks #firecooking #for me #this is tugs #tugs zorran #tugs zip #fortezza bigg city #this is such a PLEASANT SURPRISE TO WAKE UP TO!!!!!!! :DDDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH #''I am cheating on atf8'' dfnbfhryeiyr3;'.078 #also thanks for noticing the tie thingies!!!!#zorran is a professional at his work and has been around for a long time which evident by his tidy knot #while zip is a newbie that just joined a few months ago. his tying technique is so awkward and messy (shown in his initial art)#double windsor but a 5th grader made it #''ha ha... I'm in danger'' zip you've got a big storm coming. or should I say BIGG #(a piano falls on me)#just got a huge boost of motivation to draw more z-stacks content because their version in fbc makes me horrendously ill

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asimpforhotpixels · 2 years

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Chapter 1)

Summary: a tale of Teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics but still pretty gory) Overlooked trauma, Bottled emotions. will add more as the series progress

Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God. Omnipotent Characters. (A very sleep-deprived author so if you're confused, don't worry I am too.)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 3541 words

Author’s Note: I...might've been too self-indulgent in this one- constructive criticism is welcomed <3, have fun loves <3

Taglist: @chocoenvy @moorzy

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“Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” she asked you in an affectionate tone

She’s standing right beside you as you walked together in her garden. Your sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of countless flowers as your hands brush their petals. You opened your legs slightly as you walked when you felt the little fox cubs with their squirrel friends running between them.

“I still don’t see why that’s necessary, Your Grace.” you replied, carefully picking a flower to place behind your creator’s ear

“Why not? Aleizal (Ah-Ley-Zuhl) already chose hers.” she chuckles, caressing the Calla Lily that you placed

“Oh please, I rather not you compare me to…whatever she is.” You scoffed

“Is this jealousy?” Your creator teased, poking your cheek while giggling like a child

“I simply prefer offering everything I have and am to my one and only creator, is that perhaps too much to ask Your Grace?” You smirked, which made her lift an eyebrow with a slight red tint adorning her flower-framed face.

“My, my, my. You’ve been spending too much time with the Kitsunes haven’t you?” She pats your cheek before walking away with you right on her tail

“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye?’ “ She speaks after a few minutes of silence

“Yes?” You ask, confused as to what exactly she’s implying

“Well, it is important for my heart that you gain a little autonomy. After all, whatever would you do when I’m gone if you’re too dependent on me?”

“My sole purpose is to be your guardian, your sword and shield. That’s all I-” your words got cut off when she unleashed a strong jet of hydro right into your mouth

“I created you as my companion. My friend if you will, perhaps even more.” She winks at you, enjoying the way ores began to appear on your face, your body’s way of expressing embarrassment

“I never wanted you to discard your own safety for my sake. But that’s exactly what you did, didn’t you? You threw yourself right in front of me when he attacked me, rendering you completely useless. Useless. You’re the reason I died in the first place.”

What? This wasn’t how it went-

“Of course, it wasn’t how it went.” Someone chuckled right on your ear as the scene in front of you faded into pitch black

“Poor little guardian~ So pathetic.” That voice reverberated around your head as you frantically searched for the source

You then felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing it to stay in place as she played the most painful memory that you keep so deeply hidden inside your brain.

The Creator’s downfall.

You are forced to watch as the same Gods that your beloved Creator made barged into her domain, an eerie-looking device in their hands and leaving no time for talking automatically activated it. Deep, evil smirks on their face as you realized that whatever it is, it posed a great threat to your Creator. You only managed to push her aside, taking the hit that was meant for her.

The last sight you saw was her. Her beautiful galaxy-embedded eyes filled with pure fear and despair. And with that, you remained unconscious and inactive. Until The Tsaritsa along with the First and Third Harbinger, Pierro and Columbina managed to set you free.

Since that night, it was all you could ever remember as you gazed up into the night sky. The moment where you failed to protect Teyvat’s true Goddess.

“Hmmm… Such a deliciously pitiful expression you have there.” She says as she finally comes into your line of sight

“Aleizal.” You growled out, attempting to summon your double-bladed polearm, your signature weapon, only for it to not heed your call

“Oh dear, have the years corroded your brain, or did you just desperately try to forget everything that is connected to me? I must say, that hurts. Whatever that is you are doing? It won’t work” She sighs in faux hurt

“Cease with the hollow and flawed speech and tell me what it is you truly want.” You stared at her annoyingly beautiful eyes.

“My, If I were truly the Creator herself, you wouldn’t even dare to speak like this. Too bad I just wear the same face.” She tilts your chin upwards with such force as she languidly runs her fingers on the seal she placed right on your throat

She hums in satisfaction before walking away, allowing you to look around. You know in yourself that you’re still somewhere in Snezhnaya since you can still feel the presence of Tsaritsa’s gnosis. However, you’re somewhere in-

“You’re in my domain. You are as powerless as when you were merely a bunch of ores and flowers when the creator made you in here so don’t even bother fighting the ropes around your wrists.” She nonchalantly says as she sits in an elevated chair. You refuse to call it a throne because she doesn’t deserve that.

“Since when did you have a domain?”

“Since I learned to be independent of course”

“You mean when you betrayed our Benevolent Goddess?” as soon as those words escaped she fixed a cold hard glare right to your eyes as an invisible force pulled you close to her,

“I never betrayed her.” She calmly stated. However, you can see the anger in her eyes, the anger that was slowly boiling over

“I simply… explored other choices. Found other methods to become much more powerful than what our Goddess would’ve allowed” You sarcastically smiled at her

“Ah yes. Did that option involve sucking his-”

“OH YOU-” She tried to grip the collar of your Fatui Uniform but it only passed through as you feel yourself fading away

“Aww, have you been growing weak lately? Not enough divine presence I presume? Can’t even keep your domain up for 15 minutes.” You teased her, knowing full well that in terms of divine presence, you have your reserves running lower than hers since she’s been hanging with false Gods.

“I suggest keeping your mouth shut. The only reason I was able to drag you here was that you were vulnerable to the sudden influx of divine presence. Get off your high horse because I will soon snuff that source out like I’ve done thousands of years ago. Mark. My. Words.”

You woke up with a sharp gasp and with a sharp jolt as you sat up quickly. Only when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder did you release yourself from your stupor, slowly calming down as you took in the familiar surroundings.

“You gave us quite the fright little one.” Tsaritsa guides you back into a laying position as she caresses your hair

“I am significantly older than you, Tsaritsa. Besides, how long was I unconscious?” You groaned, still feeling a slight headache

“3 weeks. We already possess the Geo gnosis, which in turn gives us possession of 3 gnoses. La Signora has secured that and is on her way home with Tartaglia. Lumine has also started searching for the Creator, however, she always seems to be a step too late.” The Tsaritsa recounted as she gives you a glass of water followed by a tray of mysterious medicine

“Dottore dropped these before he left with Pantalone for Liyue, Pantalone appears to have something to fix within the affairs of the Northland Bank. He says that these should help stabilize your body and reduce the headaches, however, you must seek the Creator as soon as possible. Not just for your sake but hers as well. That wretched impostor has issued another decree…” The Tsaritsa walks toward the large window you have in your chambers, it oversees the southwest part of her kingdom, admiring the way the snowflakes glow in her vicinity.

The temperature in your room gets colder, defeating your fireplace’s warmth. The Tsaritsa was never one to express emotions clearly. You must first get to know her intimately, if she lets you that is before you are able to accurately identify her tells. The temperature phenomenon only happens when she’s in a state of red hot anger.

The Tsaritsa explains that the decree was supposedly made after the countless reports of an impostor running around and actively hurting people through suspicious means such as controlling monsters to attack knights etc. Due to that, the ever-so-merciful Creator has ordered a detainment for said impostor in order for a trial to happen.

“Are you implying that everyone in Teyvat is hunting down Her Ladyship?” You stood up, your body’s regeneration skills partnered with Dottore’s medicine have worked wonders and you feel as good as new

“Yes.”

Suddenly a strong quake shook the ground as your fireplace fought to keep your fires contained, Your body shook with the earthquake and a frown adorned your face.

“I will be walking myself down into the abyss first before they try to harm a single hair on her grace’s hair.”

“Yes, yes. I would appreciate it if you do so without either burying my castle under an avalanche, crumbling it, or melting it down. Thank you very much.” She says as she plucks a flaming flower from your head, encasing it in cryo to prevent it from harming anyone

You shook yourself out of your small fit and began dressing, ready for travel as you plan on journeying to Inazuma as soon as possible.

“Well, look on the bright side of everything, Dear Guardian. One of Arlecchino’s children has intel and evidence that Her Ladyship is heading towards Inazuma. Apparently, The Abyss Princess’ twin brother has managed to smuggle her in the Crux.”

“I see. His name is Aether. if you forgot.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You just-”

It was then that you felt a very familiar disturbance in the air, it felt eerie, yet comforting. A gentle prickle on your skin.

“It seems that Lumine is coming bearing some news,” Tsaritsa says as she waits for Lumine to step through

However, Lumine didn’t, instead only her hand came through. As if sensing your direction, the hand darted towards you, grabbing you and pulling you towards the abyss portal.

“Hey! Lumi what gives…” Your voice fades as your entire being rearranges itself.

You are quite used to this since Lumine used to bring you along in her travels but the experience never ceases to be so…disorienting.

Somewhere in Inazuma…

“Oh fuck fuck fuck putangina fuck shit fuck fuck shit pussy cunt fucking goddamnit.” A certain outlander cusses out loud as she is chased by a horde of angry people, quite a lot of them are vision holders, in fact, they were the very same characters she knows and loves, even the fucking archons are chasing her

“This looks like a scene from a movie where there’s a witch hunt, but I’m not a witch. I mean, I don’t think I am, do witches even exist in Genshin? OH SHIT- Barsibatoes’ arrow nearly hit me there woohoo. I guess we leaning and rocking here.” She spoke her thoughts with a breathless huff

“What did I do to deserve this honestly! I should’ve pet more cats since obviously the cat molecules on me isn’t triggering Venti’s allergy-”

“Cease running at once and face your punishment impostor!” Her words were cut by some random shogunate soldier

“Rude! I was trying to monologue here. This reminds me of high school days honestly, only I never remember being so…athletic.” and just as she says that, she trips on a pebble and lands flat on her face

“Fuck. I have read far too many SAGAU fics to know that this happening with 3 archons right on my ass is never a good sign,” she tells herself as she scrambles to get up as she always did.

The fall scraped her skin, thus allowing an inky black substance to trickle down the wound. She knew that these people were right. If she truly fell into Teyvat, then she would be the true God had she had golden blood. But no, hers was pitch black as if the Abyss itself is in her. However what confused her the most is the fact that with every tired step she made, grass would grow so tall as if hiding her from her pursuers. And should she encounter any mob or animal on her way, they would attack those who are chasing her

It was all too confusing for her, however, she doesn’t have even a single second to think because Raiden Shogun, Zhongli, and Venti were sending attack upon attack right at her as she tries her best to avoid it all. She noticed that they had this animalistic gaze fixed on her, their eyes have this flickering reddish-purple tint. Which would’ve been normal on Ei or rather, The Shogun since she is the Electro Archon, however for Zhongli and Venti to have the same? It was suspicious, but she can’t afford to worry about that on top of her own safety.

And then her luck runs out.

She skidded to a stop as she realized that she was chased to the edge of a cliff. Which mountain cliff is she in? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care to find out. With her heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, her breathing faster than Lightning McQueen, she turned to face her assailants.

“I know I said that I would’ve loved to be stuck down by your booba sword but I meant it in a sexy way, not in a murderous way.” She nervously chuckled at the Shogun who was slowly advancing towards her, with Zhongli and Venti shadowing her.

“I will pay no mind to your distasteful nonsense impostor, so long as you let yourself be tied, arrested, and punished for your crimes!” The Shogun declares as she points her polearm at her

“What crimes?! I simply just woke up in this world with an arrow pointed to my face by that tone-deaf bard over there?! What? Is being this attractive a crime now?! I haven’t done a single thing that would be considered “evil” when compared to the deeds you all have done in your past. Makoto, Guizhong, and whoever the fuck’s body that is you’re wearing would all be so disappointed-” Her words were yet again interrupted as The Shogun slashed her throat with such rage in her animalistic eyes

Her hands quickly went up her throat in an effort to stop the disgusting black blood she now possesses. It overflowed so ominously, threatening. She felt lightheaded as she staggers back. She then gazes up at the people in front of her as if to mock them. She felt how the air crackled with electricity, how the wind picked up speed as the ground shook.

She failed to notice how the non-vision wielders have now fainted.

She failed to notice the pain and confusion in the archon’s eyes

She did notice the very fact that as she struggles to breathe, the skies opened up, a figure gliding down with grace as the crowd parted. They radiate power, elegance, and knowledge.

It was then she realized, that this was Teyvat’s Goddess… and that it is really weird seeing your face on another body. This must be how Venti’s friend felt.

In her brain’s last-ditch effort for safety, she figured that death by heights is a much better way to die rather than be a spectacle and die while being gawked at like some animal at a zoo.

And so she allowed herself to fall backward, feeling that familiar tug in your stomach, similar to the feeling you feel when you ride a rollercoaster.

She enjoyed the last bits of life, she always enjoyed the wind rushing through her body, the thrill of it made her laugh bitterly

“I hope this is all just a fucking dream.” As soon as she uttered those words, she felt herself slam into something hard.

It was hard, yes. But it was…softer than what she thought it would be.

“Your Eminence!” she heard someone exclaim, it was then followed by frantic shouts as she felt wave after wave of relief pass through her

Soon enough, she felt good enough that she managed to open her eyes and what greeted her were warm pairs of eyes, so vibrant and comforting that in a haze she clung unto whoever this was.

“Pretty eyes and warm…” and with that, she succumbed to the darkness that was tempting her since ages ago

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the rage that was now boiling over.

“Herald.”

“Yes, my liege?” Answered the Abyss Herald that Lumine has by her side

“Stay here and guard our Creator. If even the smallest scratch adorns her body while I go and deal with some pest, your head will be on a stick. Is that clear?” You threatened in an eerily calm tone as you carefully set your beloved creator down on the huge comfy leaf that you have conjured up

“Yes, my liege.” He replies with a slight quiver

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.

Well, what the creator doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

And with that, you manipulated the strings of fate, tying each and everyone present as of this moment in an intricately designed web of despair. Their screams echoed into the night, the trees shook as if laughing and the animals watched in morbid curiosity.

“[NAME!]” She angrily shouted, desperately struggling to get out of the chains binding her, cutting her as golden droplets escape her flesh bag.

“I have warned you countless times Aleizal. Harm me all you want for your sadistic pleasure, but never harm Her Grace. It was quite simple, isn’t it? I let you play around, parading as Her Grace for your entertainment while I focused on looking for ways to revive Her Grace. This is the last bit of my patience Alei. Do. Not. Make. Me. Your. Enemy.“ You gripped her jar the same way she did yours, frowning deeply as you resent the malicious and brutish expression on her face.

You resent the fact that she dares taint her eminence’s face and honor with her repulsive personality, expression, and actions.

You suddenly let her go as you stumbled back away from her, scratching your throat with your claws as the sigil embedded there lit up

You’re running out of time.

As much as you’re enjoying this scenery in front of you right now, there are much more pressing matters to attend to. So without a word, you jumped from the cliff and landed right in front of Lumine and Her Grace as you quickly picked up while the Herald conjured up a portal.

“Lumine!” a masculine voice shouts, his head peeking down into the cliff

“Aether…” Lumine whispered, looking over her shoulder

“You can stay, however, I have no guarantee as to how long that rope will last so you have to make your decision… leave him once again, or drag him to Snezhnaya.” You state

Leaving Lumine alone to make her decision you hurriedly step into the portal. While you may have healed Her Grace from her superficial wounds, you sense that her soul has yet to completely pierce herself together, thus letting such uncontrollable streams of divine power and presence escape. She must’ve been so tired.

You heaved a sigh as you realized that not everything is as it seems. The world created by the woman in your arms still has so many secrets that you have yet to discover.

Your eyes then widened as the events that happened today due to your impulses crashed down on you. Walking forward as soon as you felt the cold and the crystal floors at your feet, droplets of red, gold, and black blood drip down from you, a sour look on your face as fatui agents look at you in shock while they fall down to their knees

It was either because of the feeling of awe they felt upon seeing their Goddess…or the despair upon seeing you dirty the floors, either way, all the ruckus has managed to drag all the harbingers and the Tsaritsa out of their chambers.

“[Name]?”

“I think I just started another war.”

You got your creator back…but at what cost?

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin women x reader #fatui harbinger women x reader #la signora x reader #rosalyne kruzchka lohefalter #la signora #arlecchino x reader #the knave x reader #columbina x reader #damselette x reader #sandrone x reader #marionette x reader #sagau #I don't know what else to tag this with hhhhh #this was supposed to be a soft fic?

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rocknroll7575 · 18 days

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The Crown's Investor

Jax and Bertilak ambled through the weathered entrance of the diminutive ancient temple, its timeworn façade a testament to the passage of ages. Restored under the careful eye of its recent custodian, the temple bore signs of rejuvenation amidst its age-old architecture.

As the duo ventured further into the temple's depths, the guardians stationed within ushered them towards a secluded chamber, hidden away from prying eyes. With each step, the air grew heavy with anticipation, a palpable sense of intrigue guiding their path.

Upon crossing the threshold into the chamber, their gaze fell upon an unexpected sight: their elusive "investor" reclining in a bath, the scene juxtaposing the solemnity of the temple's surroundings with an air of casual luxury.

In the depths of the tub, reclined Vermillion Raddock, his demeanor exuding an air of serene detachment. A rouge Huntsman by trade, he had once called Mistral his home, yet now found solace amidst the shifting sands of Vacuo. Renowned as a figure of both dread and awe, his name reverberated through the annals of Southern Vacuo's history as one of unparalleled notoriety.

Throughout a decade, few could rival Vermillion's prowess in the art of death. His hands, stained crimson with the blood of countless adversaries, bore witness to the extent of his lethal capabilities. But it was not merely his physical prowess that inspired fear; it was the manifestation of his Semblance that truly set him apart.

In his undertakings, Vermillion consistently veiled himself behind the guise of a boar, concealing the essence of a seasoned 50-year-old man beneath. With a complexion weathered by years of life's trials, his brown skin bore scars, a testament to the harshness of his existence.

Atop his head, a close-cropped mane of red-greyish hair spoke of both maturity and resilience, complemented by a rugged array of facial hair. But it was his eyes, a vivid crimson reminiscent of freshly spilled blood, that captivated onlookers, while a scar etched defiantly across his nose hinted at battles fought and conquered.

Despite his age, Vermillion remained undeterred by the passing of time. As a seasoned warrior, he had weathered countless battles and witnessed the depths of human strife, rendering him an intimidating force whom none dared to challenge.

"You wanted to see us, Vermillion?" he inquired, his voice laced with authority.

Vermillion, reclining in the tub with an air of nonchalance, lifted his head at Jax's address. A sly grin danced across his lips as he met Jax's piercing stare. "Ah, the illustrious king graces us with his presence," Vermillion quipped, amusement coloring his tone. "And how fares the expansion of our forces under your esteemed leadership?"

"They are my forces," Jax corrected sharply. "You may fund me and my organization, but make no mistake—they are my people. I brought them together with a singular purpose: to defend Vacuo."

"Is that so?" Vermillion's tone was laced with disdain as he eyed Jax with a mixture of skepticism and amusement. "Do those followers of yours, who grovel and worship at your feet, realize that you're not cut from royal cloth?"

Jax's gaze hardened, his resolve unshaken by Vermillion's barbs. "I may lack the lineage of a true king, but Vacuo is in dire need of leadership if it is to withstand the looming threat," he asserted firmly.

Vermillion's expression shifted, a flicker of genuine interest dancing in his eyes amidst his lingering smirk. "Oh~? And what manner of peril do you believe threatens our beloved Vacuo?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by Jax's proclamation.

Jax's derisive snort echoed through the chamber, a tangible manifestation of his frustration. "Even a blind man can see the writing on the wall. Someone's tearing through the kingdoms like a rabid beast," he declared with a note of urgency. "Vale's already fallen, Haven's been hit, and Atlas? They're cowering behind their walls like scared children. If we want to come out of this alive, we need to stand together under a leader worth a damn."

Vermillion regarded Jax with a quirked eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And ya fancy yourself that leader? The savior of Vacuo?" he prodded, his smirk widening.

Jax's chin lifted defiantly. "Damn right," he shot back without hesitation. "Isn't that why you threw your weight behind The Crown? Because you saw in me what Vacuo needs?"

A smile played at the corners of Vermillion's lips, though it held more cunning than agreement. "You catch on quick, kid," he conceded, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You're exactly the kind of leader Vacuo's been yearning for," he assured Jax, the truth of his intentions hidden behind a mask of false encouragement.

#rwby #jax asturias #vermillion raddock #rwby rising dawn au

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thedizzydinosaur · 1 month

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March 24 Dance: hands, lead/follow, pattens.

"Are you sure about this?" Ethari scanned the pattens that the young man had pushed into his hands, scanning over the simple, but elegant design of the horn cuffs, render in seay to follow but still exquisite details.

"Very." The young skywing elf wrung his hands in what had to be nervousness. "She's my world, and, well, I.. "

"You want the best for her." Ethari smiled softly at the boy, and oh, he was just a boy, no older than 18 perhaps?"

Ah, he was that young once, dancing around his feelings over a certain someone who was currently chasing some guard recruits around the forest.

"So, do you want to get started on this? My schedule is pretty clear this afternoon, and i doubt you want to keep your sweet heart waiting..."

The boy, as it turned out, was a pretty good student.

He was attentive, absorbing every bit of information Ethari sent his way as he led him step by step through the prosses of silver-smithing.

First was heating up the bar of metal slightly, then feeding it through a set of rollers to flatten it to a nice even thickness

"Now we need to trace the patten on with a scribe"

The two halves of the first cuff were traced out onto the metal, along with some careful markings to show where the raised, petal like patten was to be added, before ethari took over again to cut the sides out.

"It's not that I don't trust you, lad, but the shears are sharp, and even I've nearly lost fingers to them."

Ethari didn't miss the way the boy's hands almost instantly vanished into his coat pockets when he said that.

Funny thing was that the boys hands seemed to have a fuzzy edge to them. Like they were slightly behind frosted glass.

Ethari shook his head.

A trick of the light.

They worked right into the evening, resulting in the completion of rough shapes of two horn cuffs, ready for refinement and decorating, before Ethari had to down tools to start dinner

The boy, who's name seemed to consistently slip Ethari’s mind, was staying just outside the village, as the inn was full.

Ethari did extend the offer to stay over in the guest room but was met with a polite refusal.

He left for his camp just before Runaan returned, cussing out a particularly mouthy recruit who had the gall to call him old.

"You are only 42, love," Ethari hummed, pulling his beloved, grumpy husband into a slow dance in the kitchen as they waited for dinner to finish cooking. "Hardly old."

"40." Runaan corrected with a grumble.

"I refuse to let you miss out on two years, darling~" Ethari crooned, lifting Runaan up into a twirl.

"And you said that you had nothing scheduled this afternoon." Runaan was smiling now. "So who was your supprise walk in?"

"One half of a pair of lovers" Ethari replied. "Looking for the perfect gift for his heart"

"Oh?"

"Yes. A pair of custom horn cuffs."

The timer at the stove dinged, and the two of them broke from there dance.

The skwing lad was back bright and early the next day.

Callum, as he reminded Ethari with a wry smile, picked up the art of engraving quickly, and it did not take long for him to start gushing over the young lady who held his heart in her hands.

Bold, sweet, brave, tender and sassy. You'd think she'd been sent by the moon herself the way callum spoke of her.

He was so in love, and that love was translated into each and every line engraved as the day went on.

Ethari had to wonder if the protective brambles carefully coiled under the moon lilies and roses meant anything in particular.

There was muttering in the village that a ghost had been spotted slinking around the village boundaries.

No one would mention the name of exactly who it was, but the village guards were getting twitchy, which was never a good sign.

Callum assured Ethari that he'd be OK as he slipped away into the growing twilight, precious cargo stashed away safely in his bag.

Ethari still watched on from his workshops doors, eyes following the skywing picked his way through the market and out past the boundary stones, just to make sure.

Callum dipped though the underbrush, keeping one ear out for the smallest sounds of village guards, assassins (trainee or otherwise) or anyone else that might try to follow him as he left the village, and made for the meeting point.

The adoraburr meadow was dark as dusk settled in, aside for the lightning bugs that drifted on the breeze.

With a sigh, he finally let the illustration he'd been living under for the last couple of days.

He flexed all 5 fingers as his skin regained its pink hew and the horns melted away into moon dust.

"Say, stranger, have I seen you before"

Callum sighed before turning and smiling up at the beautiful moon nymph that was sitting on a nearby bolder, the cheesiest smile in existence on her face.

"I'm not sure if I've ever met a goddess before." Callum zinged back as Rayla hopped down from her perch to greet him with a hug.

"I got you something." Callum returned the hug in full force.

"And I got you something ~"

"Dare I ask?"

Rayla grinned, and scooted out of his grip.

"Not telling~" she sung "not yet, at least"

Callum rolled his eyes just a little. He grabbed his bag, and started to follow her out of the meadow.

"Your uncles are doing well, by the way." He told her as they disappeared into the treeline. "But I noticed a 'no unattended Jr assassins' sign next to the door?

"Oh... yeh.... that might be my fault...."

#the dragon prince #tdpprism2024

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lumiosemuseum · 2 months

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Drabblecember 2022(!) Day 5: Date Night

Summary: Dianthus is about to head out on a date with King Theseus! Unfortunately for her... he dedicated to wear his golden mask out on it.

Notes: As the title implies, I originally wrote this for drabblecember way back in 2022 😭 yesterday I decided to take another look at it and I kept giggling at what I had already written, so I decided to go ahead and finish what I had 💖 perhaps at some point I'll come back and write about their actual date, but until then... well, here you are!

~ 595 words. No TWs for this one! But you do learn why Theseus can get away with so much with Dia 💖

“Lady Dianthus! Are you prepared for our most romantic engagement on this day or night?”

“Of course I am! And I’m very happy to see you, my sweet King Theseus. It is simply that…”

Dianthus looked intensely at her date. Theseus was dressed regally, his usual short chiton replaced with a longer, heavier cloth, decorated with a golden trim. He was handsome in his fancier garbs, his laurel of golden bay leaves being a shimmering reminder of why even in the afterlife he was still referred to as a king. There was an issue, however: He had that damned mask on. Crafted by Daedalus himself, it was made to match the king’s beloved Macedonian Tau Lambda, the world’s first (and likely only) motorized chariot. The mask, made of pure, shining gold, only covered about half of Theseus’ face. As an ingenious aspect of its design, it left the king’s vibrant smile exposed to all who would witness it. There were many things about Theseus’ gaudy fashion choices that Dianthus had begun to adore… such as his love for gemstones and over-elaborate embroidery. But she could not love that mask. It was a mockery of all things good and noble, a horrific affront on all that is beautiful and true. No shade could have crafted that thing with good intentions in his heart, besides; she was quite certain Daedalus made it in jest, not expecting anyone to actually wear the thing. But Theseus loved it just as much as he loved the chariot itself— the dark callings of which often lured him from his bedroom in the middle of the night. How many times now had Dianthus found him polishing that golden-faced chariot at the very crack of dawn? She cursed Zagreus for giving it to him in the first place. With Dianthus lost in thought, Theseus took it upon himself to interpret her silence: “Ah, my lady… you must be rendered speechless by my handsome visage! A truly inevitable happenstance, I assure you. Go on, then, do not be shy! You may bask in my splendor for as long as you’d like!” “...Right. Thank you, Theseus.” Dianthus sighed in response. “Hmm~! Of course, I do not wish for you to merely bask, my lady! I must admit to you that I am quite thrilled about our date! Theseus reached forward to grasp her hands within his own, his thumb brushing gently over the dark ochre of her skin. It was difficult to tell with his mask, but something about his face grew softer, his smile, while still vibrant, less intense. “I am alway happy to spend time with you, no matter what the circumstances may be! But it has been some time since our last proper date, has it not…?” Within seconds he returned to his usual excitement. He laughed warmly, his voice, as always, honeyed with love. “My dearest Lady Dianthus! I shall do all in my power to ensure that this date is the greatest, most romantic, and most jovial you’ve ever embarked upon!!” “...Oh!” Dianthus felt dizzy— she was complaining about something a minute ago… what was it? She couldn’t remember. “I mean… you don’t have to do all that for me, Theseus!” “And yet, I shall! Come, my lady— let us not dally any longer!!” Theseus lifted Dianthus into his arms, more than content to simply carry her to their destination (not that she minded one bit). Perhaps one day she would remember to mention her distaste for that mask… but for now, the topic was nothing more than an afterthought.

#📚 codex #🌺�� king's flower

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diagonal-queen · 8 months

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thungo thursday pt2

ep 6 (put it under a cut because this one is LONG)

fukuchi be like 'the agency couldn't possibly be smart enough to- oh wait nvm i forgot ranpo existed lol' like more than once and i think that is testament to the fact that RANPO BEST BOY

'have you forgotten? we're terrorists' ICONIC BEHAVIOUR

man and i complain about doing one 37 hour work week. after this one week the agency needs to take a NAP. AND THE MAFIA TOO. imagine there's like just no criminal activity or anything for like three days and everyone's like ?? but on day 4 atsushi and akutagawa are fighting to the death at the port and everyone is like 'ah. business as usual' lmaoooo

omg every time the hunting dogs song comes on i get so hyped lmao im like yESSS ACTION

'that man, that demon, the evillest most scawy man ever in the world....etc etc' and its just some guy doing the most coy babygirl pose a guy can possibly do

wait DAZAI WHAT DID YOU DO. HOW DID YOU DO IT

taneda btw deserved none of this he was just some nice old dude and then sigma fucking stabbed him lmao

dazai is like the personification of the perjury mechanic in drv3. 'go on lie. you gotta. lie now. cmon pussy you wont'

OH MY GOD CHUUYA

my god fyozai is so fucking babygirl. also wdym dazai?? if the two of you were the last ones on earth you should just have gay sex. its not that hard smh

oh no dazai falled down through the flore

OH MY GOD MYKOLA AND SIGMA

BESTIE??

BESTIE?????

BESTIE????????????????

BESTIE??????????????????????

dm me if you want to receive a free 2min audio file of me laughing about this (i have a headache from laughing. my throat fucking hurts so bad. i'm pretty sure it's actually bleeding. my eyes are moist with tears. BESTIE???????)

do you even needa ask why i'm here?? ⭐️❤️☺️ *voice drops 6 octaves* i'm here to murder you 👹👹👹

and then after that fyodor was just like 'teehee he's so romantic x' like bro

dazai: *turns to the camera like he's on the office* waow

i love mykola's little laugh it's so silley

omg they're actually animating him so well. bones must've seen the reception from s4 and decided to step it up 💀

dazai and fyodor are simultaneously evil grown men and bimbo highschool girls and it's such a look. 'omg ur friends are so cute <3' 'omg right???' also mykola my beloved i want to be yours forever pls

i love how bram's acting all tough like aya can't just open the casket and leave and render him thoroughly powerless lmao

omg the official anime aya and bram sillies begin. we've been waiting for this for months folks so far so good

it was already pretty funny that aya is carrying bram like a backpack but actually seeing her running with him on her back is like a billion times funnier especially since this shit is life or death. but she just got a whole entire vampire on her back no problem sjhsksjssjhj

sigma: watashi wa shiguma me: fucking superb you funky little toddler

imagine if it was a fucking prank this whole time and mykola just injected them with a slow-working sedative or something that would be so funny. like all of this for nothing sksjksjsjks and then he just stabs fyodor or something the end. boom world save

oh ok nvm the vampires can talk just fine i guess lmao. also i genuinely cant tell if im supposed to be taking this episode seriously or not. one second people are being brutally slaughtered next moment silley little guys??? such is the way of bsd i guess

'you're a failure of a woman' my dude she is literally 10 years old she is nowhere close to being a woman shut your misogynistic ass up lmao

OKAY BECAUSE ok ok listen i was wondering what music they were gonna use for bram and when i heard the ending music i was like 'ok a little anticlimactic but i understand' and then it TRANSITIONED into the ACTUAL ENDING??? 10/10

hehe. bestie

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #bungou stray dogs #BESTIE #BESTIE???????????????????#'I MISSED YOU BESTIE'#mykola canonically uses gen z slang #you guys need to make sure to put this in your fanfics now

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kebriones · 1 year

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Which artists inspire you the most? 😊

AH SO SO MANY

EVERYONE INSPIRES ME

But here are some of my favorites whose art I see and feel like I will explode:

GreekCeltic (tastiest sketches I have ever seen, constant inspiration years now)

Phobs (all I want from life is to draw faces as well as they do)

REYKAT (just everything i want to eat their art)

Seven Teenth (I love everything about their illustrations so much i cant)

Apterus (incredible use of colors and some of the best rendered flesh)

petemohrbacher (ethereal illustrations)

bouguereau (love of my life *cuddles his paintings*)

Liktar (THE SHAPES THE SHAPES)

nbekkaliev (THE SHAPES THE SHAPES but different flavor)

Valentina Remenar (why are all her pieces so hot I want to marry them)

MisterTrixter (most elegant creature design)

Wylie Beckert (everytime I feel stuck, her art always does the trick)

Isobel Kelly (not to be that person but I would commit crimes for them)

Yoshitaka Amano , Yoji Shinkawa when it comes to massively popular artists and character designers.

Steve Huston (the muscles bro)

Ramonn90 (the STYLE)

BlackWing (can't find their deviantart for some reason but for so many years I've looked up to their dragons!)

xafeelgood (incredible faces)

GigiCave (flawless comic style)

Loish (art so tasty it hurts)

Others:

Leyendecker my most beloved oh my, Claire Wendling, Dean Cornwell, Logan Hagege, Rembrandt,

I am missing so many but these are off the top of my head :D

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aglaean · 2 months

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“it seems… all but one of your conversational partners enjoyed your company, princess l’arachel,” knoll says as he approaches. no preamble, no greeting. a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.

“of course, i will not say which one that was. still, i’m impressed with your performance. your… energy carries you in these sorts of interactions, it seems. i’ve made quite a few notes. which is good, because everyone you spoke to simply gave a yes or no.”

he shrugs, then almost turns to go before stopping and turning back to her. “ah, wait. my associate made these for you all.”

and he hands her a small metal pin, with the words ‘ likable individual ’ neatly emblazoned on it.

Knoll continues to excell at his uncanny habit of simply appearing. It suits his mysterious airs, though L'Arachel can't help but wonder what marvel of mechanics allows him to eschew arriving somewhere for seeming to have been there the whole time. 'All but one? Fie, surely this is the consequence of administrative error! Or perchance, a curse?' She cries, utterly aghast.

An incoming homily on the woe-beridden follies of mankind's feeble perceptions is halted as her assessor, her ally, continues. The praise itself is familiar, though from a slightly more unexpected source; she beams. 'Impressed you say? But of course! There are not many who can resist my charms.' Yes, in fact, most find themselves swiftly felled by them! And those who weren't, well... she thinks she knows the sort of fools who make so grave a misjudgement.

At his lack of encomiums, she sighs. A pout, one of many at her disposal, surfaces. 'Just a yes or no?' It was utterly nonsensical! One so full of virtue as she could not be summarised in a plodding monosyllable! To capture even a sliver of her radiance was to write canto after canto!

She wishes to inform Knoll of this, but once again is parried by his returning and handing her some marvellously wrought creation. Immediately, any and all objections fall away. It's... it's...! 'But this is perfect!'

At last, the world could know, that she L'Arachel, was beloved by all. Finally, some quantifiable measure of her brilliance had been bestowed upon her! And, though she knew the Gods encircled her with titles, now she had some mortal matter to serve as a vessel.

Carefully, she pins it underneath her (just as sublimely rendered) handmade co-educator badge. 'It seems that I am to be showered in glories with each passing day!' She says, with a lot less modesty than she imagines in her head. 'Well, what do you think? It befits one so amicable as I, no?'

#asks: consult my wisdom!#support: l'arachel knoll / danse macarbe #toalovehypothesis2024 #((she is never. NEVER. taking this badge off))#((Ever))

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mobolanz · 6 months

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For the OC asks: 25, 11, 6 and 8! You may choose the characters! :D

When giving me a character choice, quite a guarantee I'm Going for all the three main girlies!:D

6. Which song off of your most recently played playlist are they?

Royal scandal my beloved<\3

Evelyn:

The night I met you was just like magic.

I fell in love.

Just that rendered all spells useless against me.

Wanting to dream for thousand and one nights, she escaped alone.

She smiled slightly when she saw my unfamiliar clothes and curious shoes.

Still, we were in fact prisoners. Our status and birth are too different. Those without authority cannot even be by your side. I’m not good enough.

Cecille:

「Ah, don’t stop loving me~」

Only just for this night,

may we have this pessimistic affair, The farewell starts to fade

after the two have their first cocktail drinks,

Like a virgin night, why don’t you choose your favourite colour for tonight?

But I guess if you don’t want to then that’s fine;

I’ll just cry alone.

Mia :

(quite literally her theme song heheu🥀 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧)

A still beautiful woman's face

Reveals a wild beast's fangs

"This is how I will live"

I lean down to your unmoving throat

And take a bite

8. If they had the option to travel to the past and change one thing, would they? What would they change?

Evelyn: She would. But it's pointless to think about because it's never going to magically hapoen anyway like she'd have believed once. Just go back to any mistake she ever made and... pick the other option. The perfect one.

But then how would she truly grow smarter if listening to a random voice in her head to go the other direction... what's so certain about it being the right choice

Besides... would she still be as lovely as at least very few call her now if she took the other way?

Cecille: Making sure to never encounter a good chunk of people. That way their annoying faces, and words wouldn't randomly come across her mind. And wouldn't suffocate.

Mia: can't exactly think of anything. Probably whatever it must've been that got her to give up so soon...

11. What is their weapon of choice (literal or figurative)?

Evelyn: I suppose that'd be a pistol. Man once she actually gets to use it would be messed up 🥹

Cecille : Dagger that's thin as a needle in the edge.

Mia: Has her own rapier, her ring transforms into it classic dark magical girl style :3

25. Are they quick to anger? What is most likely to make them angry?

Evelyn: nope. At least again, she's extremely restraint in negative (albeit natural and valid ;-;) emotions. To a core of even being angry with herself to being "so easily" driven to that. Should she almost snap, she'd hold it in her throat and pause for a few good seconds, lowering her gaze. One example though would be open narrow-mindedness and lack of care and outright nasty attitude. With that in mind she keeps herself in check because... maybe the other person has their reasons to act like that?

Until one time she just doesn't care anymore.

Cecille: Very much making it so it's rare for her to get to a shouting level, but her patience despite her exterior cool and collected demeanour is paper thin. I'd say getting all clingy and following her around and also not ceasing to talk like a megaphone in her ear. Touchy subjects brought up randomly would touch a nerve for her too. (She'd straight up slam at the table if it gets them to shut the hell up)

Mia: Oh. VERY. Be it especially the same moral lecturing on doing all for the sake of others and putting her feelings and needs aside. When that's what she's been doing her whole life. Especially should it come from someone without a care in their world, getting all judgemental and assuming the worst without ever pondering into the bigger picture of the situation. To put shortly Ignorant righteousness. Three, two, one, she starts spitting venom.

Some OC Asks

#oc asks #asks #missnobodymadness #aot oc #bnha oc #sailor moon oc #mai thoughts #mai writes #miacore #cecillecore #evelyncore

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huzzah! 2023 art review!

it’s almost the end of the year, wowzers! i always do one of these art review thingies since i always like looking back at the art ive made :> last year i posted the review on my other account and left it at there, but this year i want to actually review each month and notable pieces i made… just for fun!

this post is very much just for me lol, but i hope someone out there enjoys it. month-by-month review + previous year in reviews will be under the cut! 🩷

(also, shoutout to tumblr for going rouge and posting this way way earlier than i had scheduled 😍 luckily tumblr post editor is weirdly based and kept all my embedded links when i pasted it from the old one? hell yeah)

Jan: started off the year with a painting of my beloved ocs after ending last year with one! (and i will be talking about my older year in reviews, rest assured). this was my obligatory cute shared scarf art, and i wanted to try attempting to render something more involved like two characters and draping cloth. i don't think the result was too shabby, though this was before i discovered my favorite rendering brush for procreate, so in hindsight, it looks kinda flat and boring now. where's all the crunch? ah but anyway, starting a whole year with your art in a mid place compared to what you made later on is par for the course.

Feb: probably the month where i had the least art to put here, i remember scraping a little to find one. this was a chrobin piece i made in my sketchbook! nothing too noteworthy... i think i tried doing a slightly different approach to coloring with markers (applying the color before the lineart) and incorporating paint, but i remember this one giving me trouble. first of all, the size i drew this in was really small (it was in a small sketchbook and i decided to mask the margins with comparatively wide masking tape), and second of all the paper was absolutely NOT built for gouache, so it ended up a kind of wrinkly and muddy mess. i mean i'm still not the best with gouache now but still, not my best.

March: a redraw of a robin piece i made back when i was still on amino. i probably won't share the old versions because they're crap, so just trust me on the redraw part. anyway, the last iteration of the concept was in 2019 i think? and while i was proud of it for a while, its luster finally faded and i decided to try doing it again in procreate. this was when i discovered my love for the soft chalk brush in the jingsketch basics brush pack. for a while i've been using the hard render brush in that pack to render, but this one's texture and chalkiness totally changed the game. i was in love!! also tried to be a little more crazy and vibrant with how i applied the base colors, using saturated colors across the board. this process didn't consistently stick, but i think it yielded some neat results here. another hit from this month was my piece of grandmaster robin, since i'm really proud of the detail here!.

Apr: guys, april was MY MONTH! i remember making so much art in just a few weeks, something just clicked in my brain i guess. i chose my drawings of hagane rin and len since this was when i truly began to get comfy in my lineart era (after the grandmaster drawing). this month was full of detailed line drawings at that, but this one was what made me both enjoy the process a lot and do more of it. hell yeah. other hits: vocaloids at mcdonald's (i drew a background omg!!!), alice in ny fanart (just the euphoria of finally nailing a composition for this piece after struggling with it in november was great), and the end-world normopathy fanart (it's a line drawing, and a traditional one at that. i was happy with incorporating gold accents into my typically monochromatic style when it comes to my line-focused drawings as well as getting tamari's mechanical details nailed).

May: hell yeah. evil power couple time. this one was another line-art heavy one since i thought it fit the vibe. the softer colors in the background i feel like could have been executed a little better, but i do like how this came out, especially the armor (good god fe armor is a pain to render, but i think i've gotten better at it this year! middle school me would be so jealous). not much else to say here. Other hit this month would be my alice of human sacrifice fanart, another line-heavy traditional drawing. i think it turned out nice, especially for a crammed composition lol.

Jun: another end-world normopathy-centered fanart. i mentioned it in my og post but i was trying out a slightly different painting style where i did a black-and-white base first and then added colors as an overlay (also in the initial upload of the post i was so fucking meek about posting fanart of mariyam's alternate design teased at the end of the mv?? 😭 sorry about that, i've edited it out but it's still in early reblogs. kind of cringe on my part). i didn't end up committing to this consistently cuz the beginning process was kind of tedious (plus i'm too inept to pay close attention to values anyway), but laying down all the colors after the long rendering process was rewarding! it's a nice alternative with i get bored with my other method to yield basically the same-looking result lol. this month featured some more pieces that tried using this process, like the one with my oc alice, lucina and dark pit hanging out, and f!robin's resplendent design from feh.

Jul: ah yes my typical flavor of "improvised oc art that i invent new symbolism for on the fly that i apply meaning to after i'm finished". kinda just wanted to paint something again because i've been doing a lot of line drawings lately and to go back to my old painting process again. honestly, i mainly picked this one because i wanted more oc art and non-lineart drawings to be in this chart lol. art i made this month that i'm real proud of is this family pic of some young cryptonloids (i really like how the colors came out on this one!) and my birthday drawing for miku's sweet 16, which was originally completed this month. i opted out of considering it for my july art to avoid confusion. also also, this very whack pathological facade fanart (plus some doodles i didn't post) opened my eyes to the beautiful world of NOISE and HALFTONES and just slapping crazy textures onto my art like nobody's business. hell yeah.

Aug: ok this one is kind of another piece i picked to represent this month that isn't quite my favorite but i chose anyway for the sake of variety (in this case, i wanted more traditional pieces and non-vocaloid stuff). for once, i used my bigger sketchbook to make a big n detailed piece for my boy's new brave alt in feh (that game has zero significance to me outside of cool alt costumes for my faves). my actual fave from this month was young miku/meiko/kaito chillin in their house; i'm real proud of the background and lighting! but i still like this robin too ofc, big fan of how the colors came out ;3

Sep: another traditional drawing! felt compelled to draw kandy again, specifically her evil miitopia great sage incarnation :> this one was pretty standard in terms of process, and not much was really done to experiment. just wanted to draw something cool of my girl for my sketchbook. other fave from this month is this sketchy miku i did, i like how loose it came out and how the colors pop.

Oct: pretty palutena!~ i think i went into this trying to do something a little different with my painting process (i think it was to try incorporating more colors in the shading like the blue in the dress or more saturated colors near the focal point, but i can't remember LOL) or try rendering a more detailed character w/ a background (even if the background was pretty vague). i like this one! especially the color cohesion, it's pretty swag imo. other faves from this month was fanart i made for the song "orbit" since i also like how the color cohesion came out for this one, and the maid dress/crossover drawing i made for cringetober. no other words needed to explain why.

Nov: another digital painting! it's yet another ghost song, this time "uncanny". i really loved the aesthetic of this song, especially its bold colors and simplistic shapes, so i wanted to try capturing it in my style. i really love how the colors turned out on this, though i've yet to truly recreate what i like about this particular painting again? regardless, it's one of my faves, deserving of one of my favorite ghost songs. few other highlights from this month would be my obligatory purple robin drawing for the month, my sketchbook drawing of my luka design, and my fanart of utsu-p's song "ga". i like how i was able to do a couple of my different "styles"/processes this month rather than just sticking to just one. they all have their own feel to them that i like to play around with depending on the idea.

Dec: and finally, we're at the end. like july, we have another heavily improvised oc drawing with symbolism i came up with on the spot. that's just how i do things. anyway, this turned out really good in my opinion! i tried to stick to a color palette i saved in procreate a long time ago, and damn is it a fine palette. it helped me get a little loose with the colors and solely focus on creating a strong composition with colors and contrast rather than get hung up on sticking to typical color palettes. i also really like how i did the background by essentially using the liquify tool to swish all the colors around and then polished it a little on top. made for a really cool effect. other notable work would be the companion piece i made with my other oc that had a similar style since i liked the process of this one. there will probably be more as of when i'm drafting this (at the beginning of december) but i just wanna be finished w this post already bro

all around, very satisfied with this year. there was kind of a lot of song fanarts (something that i am somewhat guilty about because it feels like i'm unoriginal or something, but i swear it's cuz i'm really passionate about vocaloid music and need to act on what my braincells do when i listen to certain tracks), but overall i'm happy i was able to maintain some slight variety in the art i made this year through my chosen mediums and "styles" or processes i use.

this was the first year where i really wanted to have a fully rendered piece i'm proud of to represent every month. now, i wouldn't recommend this since forcing yourself to make art is not a good mindset to be in (sometimes, with how early i pushed some pieces out in certain months to get the monthly quota over with makes it seem like i'm getting paid to have a pretty year-in-review LOL). i was pretty lucky to not really have much burnout i guess?

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ok now that all that boring stuff is out of the way, here’s my previous years! this is the sixth year i have made an art review chart.

lightning round review time! (probably just gonna be more boring stuff)

2018: ok, so this was the year where my prime art hosting platform was… amino… specifically smash amino. as much as i could rant about how much i hate that place now, i cant deny that it got me creating a lot of stuff. also it was an actual date archive for my traditional art because i never got in the habit of dating my physical art 🙃 uh don’t mind the absolute horrid graphic design on this one. i grabbed a template which was probably saved from a bunch of other places from amino and… didn’t really know how the formatting was supposed to work. first of all, i edited this in picsart on my phone and the chart wasn’t transparent, and second of all i didn’t know you were supposed to crop only the main focus so it could fit and be a little more clear. hence why its such a visual eyesore. i've been meaning to remake it to make it a little less bad (once i get my hands on the traditional pieces again), but i guess its shoddiness adds to its charm, much like amino. but anyway, 2018 was a bit of a turning point year for me in the smash amino art biz. on amino, i mostly made copies of official artwork from smash (character renders and so forth), and this year i actually tried experimenting with my own original ideas and scenes (my copying roots were still around at this time tho, seen in the november drawing which is based on ssbu’s mural art. i mainly moved on to copying artwork from feh). this was also the year i got my ipad and finally got into making digital art. i didn’t have the knowledge of digital art that i have today obviously, so colors and lighting were usually on the plain side. i also hit my stride with making more ambitious traditional art that incorporated backgrounds and such, and they’re pieces i’m still really proud of!

2019: so, i actually made this chart some time in 2021 or 22 because i didnt make an actual chart in 2019 officially (i forgor). which bums me out because i deleted my amino account by then, so a lot of dates for traditional pieces were flushed down the toilet the one time i needed them. so, to compensate, i tried scraping any digital piece i could to fill in some spaces, which is why some are more underwhelming than others. but yeah since this isn’t fully accurate to my art progress that year, 2019 is a bit fuzzy. main thing of note that year is midway through i got really REEAALLY into fire emblem: three houses and drew a lot of art of the characters (not shown much on the chart because they were mostly sketches and whatnot). imo there’s not much improvement or stylistic changes from 2018 in this year to note. 2020 on the other hand…

2020: if it wasn’t clear, this was my jojo phase. i got into jojo at the end of 2019 and my downward spiral into jojo hell bled into 2020 :p as such, i made a lot of jojo art. and because i made a lot of jojo art, this was the year where my style shifted drastically. i feel like it’s a common phenomenon for artists getting a total stylistic makeover after getting into jojo. whether it’s to imitate araki’s style or just trying to accommodate the characters’… features, i ended up facing the same thing. gone were big round heads with tiny mouths and in were tree trunk necks and higher effort placed in learning anatomy, both for the full body and well as the face. it was around may of this year i got procreate and moved on from ibis paint for digital art. while i still have my personal hangups with procreate, im glad i ended up investing in it since it really just works for me!!

2021: around summer 2020 in peak pandemic mood, i decided to indulge in some nostalgia and listened to some old vocaloid tunes from my middle school days. and then i kept rediscovering more stuff, and then i ended up browsing producers' individual discographies, and uh yeah i am still suffering the consequences of my vocaloid renaissance to this day. while it wasn't prominent in the 2020 chart, it really started to leak its way into my art subjects in 2021. however, i still primarily stuck to my roots with fe/"smash"/jojo fanart. this year was mainly trying to find my style again i suppose? i had already learned the ropes of procreate, its limitations, and the options it has to aid with the art making process, so it was just a matter of flinging a bunch attempts at a ~style~ to see which one i liked the most. i did try finding a painting/rendering style a lot by way of copying (mainly guessing based on speedpaints) other artists' styles and process with digital painting which ended up growing into my own thing. i know they all sort of look the same, but march, april, and october of this year all had slightly different ways of doing all the shading n rendering for painting that i liked experimenting w/ in the future.

2022: by this point, i had fully gotten used to procreate and the methods i used to make art, and the vocaloid train had no signs of stopping. i think the main thing of note this year was that i was able to break out of the "5 million overlays of pink and purple color vomit" box my digital art was set it. while it used to amuse me when i first began abusing it in my art, i guess i just sort of grew out of it? it ended up making a lot of my art look homogeneous, and it took out the fun trial and error of picking the colors to match the atmosphere myself. i also tried to get more experimental with my compositions, mainly in trying to make them more dense with Stuff as well as finally get a little more comfortable with drawing backgrounds. besides those things however, i remember feeling my art progress was very stagnant this year, with not much noticeable change from january to december. perhaps i've gotten a bit comfortable with the state it's in. regardless, still a good year all around.

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whew. THAT'S finally done with. if you made it to the end of this very me-centered ramble, congrats. i will probably make reblog additions in future years to continue this little saga. idk if i'll be as detailed as i was for the 2023 lineup, but we'll see.

#not art #year in review #year in review 2023 #art review #fanart #mayors ocs #traditional art #digital art #long post #art #artists on instagram

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The Death of Caesar (La morte di Cesare) - Gaetano Sertor 1788, translated by me.

Previous act.

ACT II. Scenes 1-3.

SCENE 1.

Part of the Roman forum.

Cassius and Porcia, then Brutus.

Cassius. Oh heinous, grotesque arrogance! Oh the assailed honour of the tribunate! Caesar dares to send to jail the two tribunes, because they are loyal to Rome! What crimes are left for the tyrant to attempt?

Porcia. Let my husband, if he can, excuse such an odious assault from that arrogant man; can the fatal friendship still blind him?

Cassius. Here he is.

Porcia. Oh husband…

Cassius. Brutus, you shall know…

Brutus. Calm yourselves. I know what you want to say. All is soothed, all is taken care of, and the tribunes are already released and go free. Their arrest was not by Julius' order. Dolabella, abusing the power of Caesar's name, usurped the violent judgement. Caesar will conduct the Lupercal in person: he awaits us in the temple to celebrate it with him, and he will set everything at ease there.

Cassius. That Cassius should appear at the Lupercal!

Porcia. When so many lost illustrious citizens ask for our grief and tears, truly, Rome needs festivals and Lupercals! Every reason should forbid them; but, I see, this would tarnish the glory of the dictator, and we all have to serve it.

Brutus. Adapting to the time is a necessary virtue. Let us not rush yet. Let us better assess Julius' intent. Beloved wife, restrain this fiery passion and come with the others to the Temple of Lupercal.

Porcia. Since you want it, husband, I will obey. Yet it amazes me that Rome lets herself be so dazzled with this vain pomp. I pity her fatal error. She shall learn the meaning of the dictator's gifts. (exit)

[Scenes 2-3 under the read more!]

SCENE 2.

Brutus, Cassius, then Albinus.

Cassius. Porcia is not deceived, and I too observe the dictator's guile. This affected clemency of his, this generous act in favour of the tribunes, his feasts, the Lupercal are aimed to win him the heart of the populace, so as to accomplish his plans through it.

Brutus. Ah Cassius, I fear it could be hatred speaking in you.

Cassius. And in you - a strange partiality for Julius, and you are so blind… But here comes Albinus.

Albinus. I bring great tidings.

Cassius. What happened, Albinus?

Albinus. (to Brutus) Caesar designates to you the first Praetorship, (to Cassius) and the second to you.

Brutus. What do I hear! Cassius…

Cassius. What a surprise! But then… Who thought… And for me, to accept his gift?

Albinus. Not to refuse it for now is my advice. Such a refusal would offend Caesar, and could render our actions futile. He should think you his friends, false peace should hide your thoughts from him. With lofty display, he is arriving any minute to the Temple of Lupercal; he shall await you there.

(aria) It is often meet to outplay cunning with cunning, and sometimes pretending becomes a necessity. (exit)

SCENE 3.

Brutus and Cassius, then Antony.

Cassius. (I sway between a thousand doubts, I do not know what to think.)

Brutus. Did not I tell you? Caesar is great and generous, and without attempting extreme measures, we can expect everything from him.

Cassius. But I cannot - and will not - trust this yet. I know his nature too well. Perhaps he hopes to seduce us this way. Believe me, Brutus, the honour he bestows on us hides snares.

Brutus. And you believe the greatest heart ever created by Heaven capable of such a sinister ruse?

Cassius. I fear everything, when Rome is in danger.

Brutus. Well, let us go with the others to the Lupercal. There, I hope to discover great things. All that Caesar or his adherents can attempt, we will observe together.

Cassius. I am ashamed to show my face there; but I go to please you; for you to awaken, I am willing to appear weak. You will see which of us guessed right.

Antony. I am going with you, friends, to comfort myself. I heard from the dictator what sign of true affection he had given you.

Brutus. If I accept the illustrious office, it is only to use it for the benefit of my country and in defence of ancient laws.

Cassius. A gift only just bestowed, and he is already bragging of it?

Antony. Cassius, I do not understand you.

Cassius. And I see well enough the shameful intention behind his gifts.

Antony. Then he merits so little respect from you? I pity your strange folly, if even his kindness angers you.

Cassius. I would care for it, if I were his vile slave, like you. Know that my equals cannot be bought like this. Yes, I very well understand the loathsome purpose of his favours, and I do not sell my country for this price.

(aria) You know that I am a Roman, that I love my country and I shall spill all my blood for it.

When such a beautiful thing inspires my thoughts, I do not know how there is anyone who hopes to seduce me. (exit)

[Link to the original, via Corago.]

#in today's episode: porcia denounces public celebrations; brutus wants to believe caesar; cassius and porcia are exactly the same;#caesar attempts bribery and cassius is having NONE of it!#albinus advises deception; antony continues to be annoying!#la morte di cesare english translation #la morte di cesare #opera #translation #gaius cassius longinus #porcia catonis #decimus junius brutus albinus #marcus junius brutus #mark antony

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