#inseparabiles

[sherryholmes]

hi I just wanna drop in to say that your tags on our just. That was such a nice thing to wake up to thank u ;-;

Hello! 💘💘

The way my jaw DROPPED when I saw the art! Absolutely amazing, I love everything about it, especially the skin and hair!

The way I can feel the love for Cara... not only in this particular piece but the other too, I am mesmerised...

I will definitely be lurking at the art since I finally decided to try digital drawing 👀.

Sending lots of hugs and kisses! 💙

[vyoongi]

Prompt: something from the past resurfacing at the worst moment, and/or getting drenched in the rain.

HIII. This is such an interesting prompt?? and honestly right up my alley! I usually write about pretty familiar or recurring themes in fics, so this will be a refreshing challenge for me! I love the idea of something from the past resurfacing at the worst moment (and rain is always such a good dramatic touch). I’ll definitely try crafting something with it and post it on AO3 once it’s ready. Really appreciate the inspiration! ❤️

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Tagged by @inseparabiles eons ago oops, thank you!! :3

The last line we actually Wrote rather than Edited To Death is from to escape an empire ch7 actually,

It is your decision as well as mine.

which, whose is it and why and how? It is a mystery :3

So I need eight writers (who are not partners who tagged us), let's go: @neallo @lilbittymonster @aaxzlyte @lightyakami @lightyaoigami @storybook-riot @oloreandil @indoorghost (and of course anybody else who'd like to participate :3)

[tranquilstudy]

Ask game; 🌍 place + 😇 blorbo

🌍: Edinburgh. I wanna go back there so bad I’d clip through the floor at the sound of bagpipes.

😇: who else but edgey

[mechamausoleum]

@inseparabiles us with Sharknado

Any idiot can like something thats good. It takes a real genius to like things that suck ass

[foreverblondie23]

[pier-carlo-universe]

Slavik, Il Mio Fedele Compagno: Sempre Accanto a Me

Il legame speciale tra un terrier nero russo e il suo umano, in un momento di tranquillità davanti al camino.

Il legame speciale tra un terrier nero russo e il suo umano, in un momento di tranquillità davanti al camino. C’è ancora, e sarà sempre al mio fianco. Slavik, il mio gigantesco terrier nero russo, non mi lascia mai. Ovunque io vada, lui mi segue, sempre appiccicato a me, come un’ombra fedele. Se mi sposto da una stanza all’altra, lui è lì, con i suoi passi leggeri ma sicuri. Dentro casa, fuori…

[ciochinaflorin]

122 I 2024. UȘA ȘI CALEA SAU DOUĂ ASPECTE INSEPARABILE ALE MÂNTUIRII [Evrei 10.19–20 I 2 Corinteni 3.16-18] 01 Mai 2024

122 I 2024. UȘA ȘI CALEA SAU DOUĂ ASPECTE INSEPARABILE ALE MÂNTUIRII I Podcast I Pasaje Biblice : Evrei 10 : 19 – 20 I II Corinteni 3 : 16 – 18 I Meditaţii din Cuvânt I Cezareea I Reşiţa I 01 Mai 2024 I Ușa și calea reprezintă două aspecte inseparabile ale vieții de credință. Ușa (intrarea) și calea sunt două noțiuni din lumea noastră prin care putem înțelege două realități din lumea…

[cummodus]

how cutiee thank you for tagging me<3 tho because this came from you I have no idea who to tag besides @lucillasstrap because you guys are my favourite freakos ♡♡♡

picrew chain time!! make yourself a cheeky little icon using this picrew, reblog & tag ur pals!! to start us off: @lightyaoigami @lightyakami @deelavis @dreamfilleddonuts @catboymettaton @vorareromantic @queer-omens-in-the-archives

[getaapologist]

This just popped into my head: Geta has trouble falling asleep (because why wouldn't he), and so he wanders around the gardens and hears quiet singing and comes across a young woman (slave or whatever) and she gets him to fall asleep; she's not allowed to leave his side after that.

I hope I answered this in some kind of way that makes sense. Hope you like it!

(also I know these are big ass pictures (thank you @inseparabiles) but this stupid smile is too perfect to not put here.)

Fitful Sleep

Emperor Geta x reader

Warnings: none, perhaps implied nudity?

Sweat collected at his hairline, along the back of his neck, and anywhere that his skin touched. The haze of sweltering heat that had settled over the city throughout the day didn’t dissipate once the sun disappeared. It somehow got even worse at night. There was very little breeze gently pushing at the thin linen curtains separating Geta’s bedroom from the terrace.

Sleep only came to him in short bursts, something that grew more irritating each time he awoke drenched in sweat, the humidity trapping it against his skin. He would wake only for long enough to move over to the other side of the bed, now slightly cool, mostly dry, and collapse, gradually falling asleep again.

Ten times. Ten times he woke, before he had enough. He felt mad, launching himself out of bed to stand out on the terrace, the barest hint of a breeze doing wonders to his sweat-slick skin. He couldn’t be bothered with a robe, it was far too hot. There was no one to see him anyway. As he leaned against the railing, he started dozing off. 

After the third such time, he moved into his room, looking around for a solution. He spotted the ornate chaise, and immediately made up his mind. Too impatient to summon someone to move it for him, he dragged the heavy piece of furniture out to the terrace, pushing it up against the railing. He laid down on it, the fabric a bit too warm for his liking, but it would have to do. 

As he began to relax for once, on the fringe of true sleep, he heard a sound. Something soft, drifting on the breeze. He lifted his head, looking down to the gardens below through the posts of the railing. Eyes tracing over the courtyard, they slowed to a crawl as they first noticed a soft blue robe, hanging off the shoulder of the siren.

There was a lot of bare skin, more than was appropriate for someone outside a bedchamber. He knew he shouldn’t look, he should lie back down, but he was curious. Surely this person was suffering from the same ailment. His suspicions were confirmed when they dipped down to cup some of the water from the fountain they sat on the edge of, and let it fall from their hands over their bare calves. 

Geta wondered intensely if the water was cool. If the sigh that reached his ear was any indication, it was. And as they gathered more of it up, wetting their hands to press them to their neck, shoulders, the genuine consideration he gave to going down there himself was alarming. He understood the reason they might have thrown caution to the wind and gone out there in such a state. He felt warm, heated through in a different way, from the inside out.

The most he could see of them was their bare shoulders, the robe kept up enough to hide their back from him. But it was enough to fill his mind with delirious, feverish thoughts. Burning heat like the sun bearing down, like sitting too close to a fire. Smooth, damp skin, already hot beneath his hands, his lips.

The humming roused him from his thoughts, and he caught a glimpse of their profile for a moment before they turned back around. It was branded in his mind. He thought he might know that face, but he wasn’t sure. He forced himself to quiet his mind again, knowing that above all else, he needed to sleep. If he was to be of use to anyone the following day, he needed to close his eyes.

The tune changed to one he recognised, though he wasn’t sure where he knew it from. After enough time, he stopped trying to place it and let himself relax.

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The heat had abated at some point in the night. Now, as Geta passed through the gardens, his eyes lingered on the fountain, on where the mystery person had sat. He could picture them sitting there still, skin shining with drops of clear water under the bright moonlight.

“Yes, well it’s a miracle that the worst of it seems to be over,” someone commented, laughter echoing. 

Geta looked up, examining the throng of people lingering in the gardens. Was he looking for his siren? Checking on Caracalla? He couldn’t say. But as he scanned, he spotted a shoulder slope that he thought he recognized.

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You hadn’t been given a moment of peace since the gathering started. It wasn’t enough that you had barely slept the night before, just like everyone else, but it seemed the discomfort from the night before bled over into tonight. 

All of the staff were so frantic, so frazzled after the heatwave that what should have been easy work became all the more complicated as tempers rose and communication faltered. There had been three dropped amphorae, and one beautiful green glass pitcher shattered. As a household, they were never this clumsy. 

Thankfully, the twin Emperors seemed to be distracted enough that they wouldn’t hear of this until tomorrow. You knelt and gathered the bigger shards as carefully as you could. Some of the glass disposed of, and the rest of it being swept up by another, you turned to return to the party, to see what else might need doing.

You collided with a chest, hands reaching out to steady yourself, an apology ready to begin tumbling from your lips. It died on your tongue as you locked eyes with him. Geta.

“Are you alright?”

He seemed genuinely concerned, and though you were new here, you assumed rightfully that it was a rarity.

“I’m fine, thank you, Emperor.” As instructed, you averted your eyes from his warm brown ones, ignoring the way his hand lingered on your upper arm.

“Look at me,” he instructed, his voice slightly firm.

After a moment of warring with yourself, you did. He was smiling, a sight far too beautiful to comprehend. 

“Are you new here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes traveled over your shoulder, your neck. 

You found yourself nodding, having a hard time stringing words together. He was intimidating, as he should be, one of the co-Emperors of Rome. But it wasn’t his title that intimidated you. It was the way he was appraising you.

“You helped with dinner yesterday, yes? I was trying to figure out where I’d seen you before.”

You nodded, letting out a cautious smile. He wanted to remember where he had seen you before? Why?

“The fountain… It sure seemed refreshing.” He was teasing you. “I considered walking down to join you myself.” His words were tinged with amusement, a glint in his eye confirming it.

An overwhelming wave of embarrassment and slight fear washed over you. You were only here what, a few days? Already in trouble. It was stupid, you knew it was stupid when you did it, but you would have actually lost your mind if you were made to suffer another moment in the sweltering windowless room.

Geta’s laugh ripped you from your thoughts. 

“You saw me?”

“Emperor,” he spoke sternly, raising an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

“What?”

“‘You saw me, Emperor,” he corrected.

“E-Emperor,” you repeated, concerned that you were about to be dismissed.

“Yes, I did.” He let his smile spread. “What was that tune you were humming?”

“Just something my mother used to sing to me,” you answered. An eyebrow raise reminded you. “Emperor.”

He looked away for a moment before returning his attention to you. “I do think that you would be better suited elsewhere.”

Oh no. You were being dismissed.

“I think I will have need of you in my personal quarters. A good tune may come in handy during sleepless nights.”

Boiling hot mortification poured over you, your mind making many leaps and assumptions. He was unaffected, still smiling, still more handsome than he should have been. 

“Don’t look so scared,” he chuckled. “Do you know how to make a bed? Draw a bath?” His tone was slightly mocking, but full of amusement.

You nodded, watching him carefully, the mortification giving way to something quite different. Something you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, name.

“Good. I’ll expect to see you later.” He looked satisfied with himself, his gaze still approving, if a bit intrigued. And after one last look, he turned, walking off further into the gardens, back to where the party was concentrated. As he passed the fountain, he looked back over his shoulder at you, a grin on his face.

[vyoongi]

So.

I edited my comment to the prompt fic the day before to say that I really want to give it a real comment that isn't just the word vomit of everything that hit me at once in the initial aftermath.

And I'm a man of my word but I'm one (1) scene into this and the comment is already - oh my god. I wish I was kidding I just put it through a word counter it's THREE THOUSAND AND TWO HUNDRED WORDS LONG - and AO3's comment field is not going to like this. The comment field is 10 000 characters minus HTML insertion and the first. scene. took me 16 000 characters to get through.

So I'm gonna. Ask you. If you want this horrible monstrosity pasted into your comment fields anyway in however many goddamn comments it'll take or if you'd rather I put it on my blog or like a downloadable file or something because. Holy hell this is. Not going to look great

HII. Yes, I absolutely want to read it. Honestly, I’m happy to go through it via your blog if that’s more comfortable for you? Don’t worry about the format at all. I’d love to see everything you wrote, no matter how long it is. Your first comment already meant a lot to me, because there’s something so special about those raw, immediate reactions. They carry honesty, doesn't matter if it's a lot of cursing, for a small author it means a lot. So thank you already for that,and I’m really looking forward to whatever else you have to say!

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

:pusheentype:

:pikaoh:! Thank you for the unexpected Writer Pride Badge I'm going to go add it to our profile right now

[tranquilstudy]

15. What is the most used application on your device?

Oh probably tiktok 🤐

[iimperiial]

A doodle based on their fits at Senator Thraex’s party, sans the cloaks and headpieces because I got lazy.

Despite him being drunk in the scene, I wanted to draw Caracalla’s hair this way instead after reading this from @inseparabiles.

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From now on, I will draw his hair neat(er than usual) when I want to depict him in his (ocassionally) proper mental faculties. Otherwise, I’ll draw it as is (a bird nest).

[falcemartello]

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L'infrastruttura pubblica digitale (DPI) è come l'ID digitale per governarli tutti: su persone, luoghi e acquisti per alimentare un sistema di credito sociale.

L’infrastruttura pubblica digitale (DPI) è un meccanismo di sorveglianza e controllo che combina ID digitale, CBDC, passaporti vaccinali e dati di monitoraggio dell’impronta di carbonio, aprendo la strada a città intelligenti in 15 minuti, futuri blocchi e sistemi di credito sociale.

Venduto come meccanismo per l’inclusione finanziaria, la comodità, il miglioramento dell’assistenza sanitaria e il progresso verde, DPI è una frase onnicomprensiva applicata a un’incombente governance tecnocratica sulle persone e sulle “ città intelligenti in 15 minuti ” in cui vivranno.

Questi “sistemi digitali condivisi” includono il desiderio di adottare le valute digitali delle banche centrali (CBDC) su scala globale, oltre a stabilire un “ quadro gestito dall’OMS per costruire un ecosistema sanitario digitale completo ”, che includerà passaporti vaccinali, che erano già sostenuti dalla Dichiarazione dei leader del G20 di Bali dello scorso anno .

In effetti, la presidente della Commissione europea Ursula von der Leyen ha dichiarato al G20 che i passaporti vaccinali, ovvero i “certificati sanitari digitali sono un esempio di DPI in azione " Sul fronte dell’inclusione finanziaria, la Dichiarazione dei leader del G20 India accoglie con tutto il cuore l’adozione di CBDC programmabili guidate dalla Banca dei regolamenti internazionali (BRI) e dal Fondo monetario internazionale (FMI).

La Dichiarazione dei leader del G20 di quest'anno ha anche approvato le raccomandazioni sull'identità digitale emerse dal comunicato B20 India del mese scorso , che invitava le nazioni del G20 a implementare l'infrastruttura pubblica digitale come mezzo per " promuovere la digitalizzazione delle identità a livello individuale, aziendale e agricolo". livelli che siano interoperabili e riconosciuti a livello transfrontaliero ”. l'architetto indiano dell'identità digitale Nandan Nilekani si è vantato di come l'India abbia adottato l'infrastruttura pubblica digitale su larga scala e di come altre nazioni potrebbero seguire l'esempio e utilizzare DPI per qualsiasi cosa, dai passaporti per i vaccini, alla riscossione delle tasse, al pagamento dei pedaggi all'adattamento climatico. e il passaggio a un’economia circolare.

All’inizio di quest’anno, Nilekani ha parlato del DPI al FMI, affermando che l’identità digitale, gli smartphone e i conti bancari sono i tre “ strumenti del Nuovo Mondo ” che tutti dovrebbero avere.

“ Questa identità digitale determina a quali prodotti, servizi e informazioni a cui possiamo accedere – o, al contrario, a cosa ci è precluso “ WEF 2018.

Per i globalisti non eletti, non può esistere un’infrastruttura pubblica digitale, compresa la CBDC, senza un’identità digitale, e non possono esistere “città intelligenti incentrate ulle persone” senza DPI.

L' WEF prevede che l’identità digitale sia collegata a tutto , dai servizi finanziari e alle cartelle cliniche ai viaggi, alla mobilità e alla governance digitale, tutti componenti del DPI.

Allo stesso modo, il playbook delle Nazioni Unite sull’infrastruttura pubblica digitale sta spingendo l’ID digitale come inseparabile dal DPI, affermando: “ In generale, esistono tre tipi principali di protocolli che facilitano l’infrastruttura pubblica digitale: identità digitale, pagamenti digitali e scambio di dati .

Con le nazioni del G20 che si impegnano ad attuare politiche di emissioni nette di carbonio pari a zero entro il 2050, molte iniziative DPI sono orientate al raggiungimento di tale obiettivo, il che significa che verranno poste restrizioni su ciò che possiamo consumare, cosa possiamo acquistare e dove possiamo andare grazie alla diffusa diffusione delle emissioni di carbonio. implementazione di ID digitale e CBDC per tracciare, tracciare e controllare ogni nostro movimento nelle nostre città intelligenti incentrate sulle persone e in 15 minuti.

Pensa ai singoli rilevatori di impronta di carbonio , alle zone a emissioni ultra basse ( ULEZ ) e alle CBDC programmate dai governi per limitare gli acquisti “meno desiderabili”, tutti spinti dai globalisti non eletti al WEF e altrove.

L’infrastruttura pubblica digitale è come l’ID digitale per dominarli tutti: su persone, luoghi e acquisti al fine di alimentare il prossimo sistema di credito sociale , insieme a città intelligenti di 15 minuti incentrate sulle persone in cui possono essere imposti blocchi sanitari e/o climatici ogni volta che i governi decidono di concedersi poteri di emergenza per una determinata “crisi” – reale o percepita.

[angelap3]

💖💕Marc Chagall 💖💕

Il 28 marzo 1985 muore il pittore russo Marc Chagall, che, per le sue origini ebraiche, avrà un'esistenza dura e difficile. Figura centrale nella sua vita è Bella Rosenfeld, compagna inseparabile che viene ritratta nelle sue opere più famose e con cui vive una storia d'amore dolce, romantica, struggente. La sua morte, avvenuta nel 1944 per una infezione virale è per l'artista un durissimo colpo che lo fa cadere in una profonda depressione😥. Nonostante la vita di Chagall sia stata dura e crudele, le sue opere dai colori brillanti e dal tratto semplice e genuino trasmettono gioia e ottimismo, tra scene oniriche, storie d'amore, racconti biblici. 💙