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  here  i  am,         like  a  kid  out  of school           𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩  𝑎  𝑔𝑜𝑑.       —      you  can   see   right  through me  —    if  you  need  a  friend,        𝑖'𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜            private    &    selective   𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘴   𝘫𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦  𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦.      mixed  media  based.   as beloved    by    maharajah.      ©

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His gaze lingered a moment too long, rather not out of politeness, but intrigue. Geta had heard whispers of her beauty, but the girl before him was not the simpering maiden he'd expected. No — she was carved like a secret, eyes lowered yet impossibly aware. A general's daughter. Draped in pale silk. Younger than he'd assumed, but striking all the same. He said nothing at first. Let the moment stretch like a bowstring, just until it trembled. Then, a half-smile ghosted over his lips [charming, deliberate.] ❝ The honor, Lady Clarissa, is mine, ❞ he said, voice rich and smooth, yet steeped in calculation. ❝ Rome is always indebted to its brightest gems and the men who raise them. ❞ His eyes flicked briefly to Acacius, then back to her. ❝ Tell me, do you always carry yourself like a queen, or is it just for tonight? ❞ There was amusement there, yes, but something else lingered beneath. The first move on a board only he could see.

Soft music played in the background, gilded strings weaving like threads through the marble air. Laughter bounced from one colonnade to another, but Clarissa only heard the quiet beat of her own breath as she stood at her father’s side. A formal introduction to the heirs of Rome at their request. Her name spoken aloud, and then the emperor turned. Younger than she imagined. Beautiful in a way that frightened her. [Eyes like wine and winter.] When he looked at her, his eyes reminded her of the paintings, the rumors. She lowered her gaze, remembering every lesson her mother had whispered before the ball. She dipped into a curtsy, her voice a touch too steady. ❛ An honor, Your Graces.   ❜ Her palms were damp, and something in her chest had gone entirely still. @temperors

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happy international mara aldereign day @aldereign you are the light of the tumblr rpc. such a wonderful writer, a great friend, and the person that has made me stick on this hellsite in various blogs for the past five years. i love you as much as you love princess leia organa. happy 24th birthday to my wife and future doctor. today's all about you princess.

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The gods have SPOKEN

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𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙸𝙰 𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙰. you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. THESE ARE QUALITIES FROM YOUR MOTHER. but you are also passionate & fearless, forthright. THESE ARE GIFTS FROM YOUR FATHER. BOTH WERE EXCEPTIONAL PEOPLE — WHO BORE AN EXCEPTIONAL DAUGHTER.

MARA'S   LEIA   ORGANA. BELOVED SINCE 2020     ♡      

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The years grow old — the feasts of his war come to fruit. A grape pressed to his lips, fingers squeezing the juice out of it as he laughs. He can remember years ago. She, the pharaoh's daughter, young and full of wonder when the Roman ships came to Alexandria. A night he doesn't forget, sent alongside his brother in a facade of diplomacy when their father had already made the decree days ago. She had worn red, bloody maroon that painted her soft features with a glow. Deadly. That night, Geta had told Caracalla they had seen a prophetess in the flesh. The prophetess that belonged in Rome. ❛     Why should I listen to the lectures of a hostage?  ❜    He dismissed her, throwing her a half smile before walking closer, stopping her before she could leave. ❛      I only waited conversation. Your company. Yet you wound me so. I who saved your life? Your cruelty knows no bounds my princess.  ❜   

                     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀,      with honeyed eyes that narrow at his words,       whispers :       ❛    you wish to be adored,      yet you rule through fear.     ❜       the people on the streets strave but instead geta has adorned yet another circus for them to attend,      &      though he’s draped it in gilded promises for the greatness of rome,   for the sanctity of its empire  —   all fortuna could think is that he sounds foolish to sing his songs as she,   the hostage,   stands against the column.      ❛     you know the people bow to you out of fear.     not out of love.      ❜       —      &      as she turns away from him,      the faint scent of his wine stronger than his conviction,   fortuna curls her fingers       &      her mind ablaze at why he’d care for her opinion as if it mattered at all to him.            ❛      —   you’re a fool to think otherwise.   ❜       @goldengeta

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Speaking of Spongebob memes, I can't believe I didn't do this one yet:

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THE VIPER'S NEST.

aisha's multi muse that mara also made. black/she/they/25+.

primary characters.

emperor geta. — gladiator movies.

tiberius marcellus. — private lore.

prince aurelios. — private lore.

valerian thorne. — private lore.

killian jones. — once upon a time.

secondary characters.

itachi uchiha. — naruto.

naraku. — inuyasha.

koga. — inuyasha.