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Raw. Till I’m screaming. Next question.

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Hi love! Could I request a Caracalla X reader? Maybe something where he introduces reader to Dondus and they get along really well which makes him happy?

Posted babe, sorry for the long wait 😭

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ THE VISIT [caracalla x reader]

pairing(s): gladiatorii!caracalla x reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ୨୧ Caracalla introduces you to his beloved Dondus.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNINGS ୨୧ mentions of blood and violence (coz of gladiator games and stuff

This is so rushed, base on this ask. This has been actually sitting on my drafts for awhile, I never posted it coz I didn't get the time to edit the texts and the gif lol (I still haven't actually done any of that). Will probably edit this to make it look aesthetic pleasing

The roar of the crowd had died down in the Colosseum, but the blood and dust scent remained. Whatever it was, Caracalla had invited you to his private quarters, but you knew not to ask too many questions of him. He was famous for his tempers, even more so than for his conquests. Favour is a privilege; disfavor means a death wish.

Still, with all the dangers that accompanied his presence, there was something weirdly interesting about him. Perhaps the manner in which he carried himself—not only as an emperor. Perhaps, though, it was the way he regarded you, as if he were constantly debating whether or not to consider you an amusement or something more.

"You are fortunate," said Caracalla, leading you through a lavishly decorated lounge draped in deep reds and gold, "Dondus does not take to just any one."

"Dondus?" You suspected there would be a warrior or an advisor, but Caracalla merely smirked and turned toward a silk-draped perch in the corner of the room.

A stiff snap of his fingers brought forth a little creature from the dusk shadows. A dark-furred monkey, not much larger than a child's hand, scurried over the silk and jumped onto the outstretched arm of the emperor. The move was sharp accurate like a soldier receiving orders.

"This," Caracalla said, his voice infused with a curiosity almost rare in an emperor, "is Dondus."

You had heard whispers about the emperor's pet, but assuming they were just one more bit of weird rumor circulating in the capital, you paid them no heed. Caracalla, the ruthless ruler, with a tiny monkey clutched in his palm? The very thought seemed crazy—until now.

Dondus tilted his head, dark intelligent eyes fastened on you with the same sharp scrutiny as his master often gave you.

"He's adorable," you said, and it was for the first time that Caracalla looked genuinely pleased.

Making a curious noise, Dondus jumped up—carried over Caracalla's arm, leaped onto your shoulder, and curled up comfortably against your neck. His small fingers tugged at the fabric of your tunic, as though testing your worthiness.

You stiffened for a moment expecting Caracalla to remove this monkey or, worse even, on top of that take offense. Instead, though, he witnessed a rather strange expression taking over the emperor's face. For just a split-second, his smirk faltered and was replaced with a look of awe.

"I suppose he approves," he said, arms folding across his chest.

A slow smile twitched on your lips. "Should I be honored?"

He huffed a quiet laugh, almost rare and unexpected. "Perhaps. He is more selective than most of my council."

Dondus chirped with a pleased little noise and tangles his tail around your neck, lounging like he'd known you forever. The monkey actually having fun with you seemed to amuse Caracalla more than such passion deserved.

"You are enjoying this," you commented.

"It is a bit... interesting", he said, glancing at you with his eyes darkly unreadable.

You were unable to miss how he looked at you now, not as a ruler scrutinizing a subject, but a man watching the most uncommon of rare finds.

"Perhaps you should visit more often," he mused almost too casually.

Your breath just caught for a second; that sounded dangerously close to an invitation, one that promised more than just an audience with the emperor.

Dondus chirped again, obviously in agreement, and Caracalla smirked.

Yes, you realized—this is a test. Not only Dondus's approval, but something else entirely. And for the first time, you wondered if you had truly made an impression on the most dangerous man in Rome.

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Hi friend, I love everything you write, so it's confirmed that you will write for gladiator 1?, since nobody writes about that movie

Thank you much bb 🥹 I will write for Gladiator 1, definitely plan for writing Commudus once I get too pirate the gladiator 1 movie lol

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What lies underneath is SO GOOD , omg. You're writing is so freaking good, pls write more for mcu peter parker because i will eat it up

thank you so much bb 😘🤩! I will write for more mcu Peter Parker definitely

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Rest in Peace Diva

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FAKE DATE? NO, THIS IS A HEIST [eddie munson x reader]

pairings: grown up!eddie munson x reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ୨୧ There's a fancy family event you need a fake date for. Eddie agrees...but only if he gets to masquerade as a mysterious rich heir with a tragic backstory. Everything is smooth sailing until Auntie gets nosey and starts questioning him, and he totally commits to the act.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNING ୨୧ none tbh, but lemme know if anything triggers you!

a/n: s5 is literally coming, and I can't be nothing more than nostalgic.

When you asked Eddie Munson to be your fake date for your cousin's wedding, you knew you were bargaining with the devil. Fun, quiet, and easy was far fetched with him. All you needed was a warm body to stand next to you and nod once in a while to relatives asking if you were seeing someone. This way, you could sidestep those pesky questions about 'when are you settling down?'

But Eddie? Eddie had other plans.

From the second you saw his attire, you knew, you were in trouble, when he walked up to your house in a proper suit; no band tee glamored blazer, no half-button with that signature 'I don't care' energy, but the 'i am so mature, but just for today'.

The suit was a bit too big on him (probably cause it was thrifted), curls a bit tidied up for the Eddie Munson to have, and worse yet, he had them sunglasses on indoors... At 6 p.m.

"Why do you look like you're about to sell me a stolen car?" You commented.

Eddie grinned and flipped down his shades, "Because, darling," he drawled, pretending it was old Hollywood, "This is not just a fake date. This is a performance."

You groaned; this was already giving you regrets about your life choices.

From there, Eddie was fully committed to whatever persona he had just conjured in his mind. He strutted down the hallway with a sense of ownership, brazenly slinging his arm over your shoulder and casting his best toothy grin at strangers.

Now your favorite moment of the night. Aunt Linda.

Aunt Linda was the family's self appointed human lie detector. She knew one hundred percent when anyone was faking a relationship. This woman could smell a phony date like a bloodhound—and you were so close to fleeing her interrogation—until baam! She trapped you near the dessert table, glaring down Eddie like he was an alley alleyway dog she thought you picked up on the way.

"Oh, sweetling!" Aunt Linda cooed. "And who is this handsome young man?"

Eddie, with all the style in the world, defiantly withdrew his sunglasses (in slow motion for dramatic effect).

"Edwardo Von Munson," he said with a low sultry drawl, grabbing your hand, as if you were a delicate victorian woman suffering from a case of vapours.

You almost coughed on your drink. "Pardon?"

Eddie tightened his grip slightly. A signal. Don't go out of character.

"Oh my!" Aunt Linda beamed. "And what is it that you do, Edwardo?"

Eddie leaned in as though probing the depths of his very existence. "I am..." pause, dramatic effect, "An orphaned oil tycoon."

Silence.

You were staring at him in utter horror.

"Orphaned?" Aunt Linda echoed across the hall.

Eddie nodded solemnly. "Tragic accident. My parents...lost at sea. Swallowed whole by the cruel mistress they called the Atlantic."

Aunt Linda put a hand on her heart. "Oh, how awful!"

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you said, "Eddie—"

"Edwardo, darling," he corrected, smooth as ever.

You shot him a glare.

"But how did you two meet?" Aunt Linda pressed, practically drooling over this sordid narrative.

Your mouth opened to say something normal, like, 'Through mutual friends' or something cliché, 'At a record store.' But Eddie was already grasping your hand again.

"I saved her," he proclaimed, eyes sparkling with fake sorrow, "from a gang of highly trained jewel thieves."

Jesus Christ.

Aunt Linda was lost on the last bit. "Jewel thieves?"

He nodded seriously. "She was in dire peril. Surrounded. Nowhere to run. Nothing but her wits and her—" He turned to you. "What do you do again?" He whispered

You shot daggers at him. "Retail."

"—her wits and her retail expertise to protect her!" Eddie turned back to Aunt Linda, his curls bouncing as he threw himself into this insanity. "I swooped in, fought off seven armed men with nothing but a mini pocket knife I had in my pocket, and carried her to safety. She's been madly in love with me ever since."

Aunt Linda began trembling. "A mini pocket knife?"

Eddie nodded seriously. "A benchmade knife, Linda. They never saw it coming."

You were about to murder him.

But before you could actually kill him, your cousin, the bride needed you for some photos. You grabbed Eddie's arm and pulled him away from Aunt Linda before she could ask any more questions.

The second you were out of earshot, you turned on him. "Orphaned oil tycoon? Street fight? What the hell was that?"

Eddie grinned, hands in pockets. "I panicked."

"You panicked?"

"Look, you needed a fake date," he shrugged, "I gave you an experience."

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "You're lucky my aunt loves drama."

Eddie smirked as he edged closer. "Admit it. You had fun."

Staring at him forced a monotone face, but you finally cracked up at the whole ludicrousness of it—the crazy backstory, the overdramatic pauses, the fact that Aunt Linda now thought you were having a secret affair with a tragically mysterious orphan billionaire.

You huffed and shook your head. "You are a menace."

Eddie grinned. "Yeah, but now Aunt Linda thinks I'm a very rich menace." He chuckled. "And that, my dear, is what we call a successful heist." He added

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I just want to hold them and tell them it’s okay… like is that too much to ask for?? 😭😭

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a+ ship dynamic

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house of the dragon and ordeal of the bier

dir by geeta patel and artwork by jenő gyárfás

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warnings: severe stockholm syndrome, cult beliefs, coercion, heavy manipulation, alluded to non-con, forced pregnancy, lemme know if I missed any!

pairings: cult member!peter parker x reader

a/n: I wasn't really in a mood to write a long ass fic coz I'm sick, so I present you a blurb or a drabble, whatever the heck you call it, can be considered as a sequel for what lies underneath or a stand alone. this is based on this ask

If you don't wanna see my dark writing, block the tag #madi: dark content

Sometimes Peter missed you fighting him, begging him to stop. He felt guilty, but deep inside, he knew that it was fate. Fate had brought you both together.

He beamed with pride. You were magnificent.

For a little while, you had fought and resisted. You had tried to run, but that was now behind you. The fire of fight had gone from your eyes and, instead, shone now with something gentle, something submissive. It had taken time, it had taken patience and understanding. But he did it. He saved you.

The last golden beams of the day, fell across the rows of wildflowers and herbs, spilling peacefulness in the garden. You sat on a wooden bench, one hand resting on your rounded belly, feeling life kicking and growing inside you. A soft smile danced at the corners of your mouth when you looked up to see Peter walking toward you, arms full of freshly picked apples from the orchard.

"There you are," he said in a voice warm and cheerful, before leaning down to give you your kiss on the forehead and dropping the apples on the bench alongside you. "I thought I'd lost you to the flowers again."

"You just need that fresh air," you said as you brushed a strand of hair from your face. "It's peaceful out here."

Peter knelt in front of you, his hands bold once again to rest over yours on your belly. "You're glowing," he said, eyes shining with more affection than his eyes usually hold. "Our little family is going to be perfect, you know that?"

A deep flush colored your cheeks, and your head dipped lower shyly. "I hope so," you murmured. "I just want to be a good mother."

"You will be," Peter said firmly, squeezing your hands. "You already are. Look how strong you've been, how far you've come. I'm so proud of you."

His words stirred warm feelings inside you, and you caught yourself smiling despite that faint ache in the back of your head—a nagging, dull sensation that somehow it was all wrong. But it was just temporary and easily forgotten. You were happy. Peter loved you. The village adored you. That's the most important thing.

Peter stood while lifting you with his hand you took to get up. "Come on," he said, his voice a little jubilant. "Dinner is almost done, and I am pretty sure Elder Maren baked that bread you enjoy so much. We can dine outside tonight, the two of us."

"And the baby," you added with a small laugh, placing a hand on your belly.

His grin grew even broader than before, and he placed a hand over yours. "And the baby," he agreed.

As you walked from the house towards the village square, the hum of the villager's voices and the distant sounds of children playing filled the air. The picture was pretty—idyllic, even. It was all too easy to forget things that had happened before and push the memory into that corner of your mind where you'd never have to think about them.

Peter's hand was warm in yours, his touch steady and reassuring. You glanced up at him—the way his face lights up in looking at you is really something to take in. He loves you. He saved you.

This is your home now. Your family.

That flicker of defiance, bright enough in your heart once, had been extinguished by months of soft smiles, kind reassurances, and Peter's gentle but relentless dragging. Leaving didn't cross your mind anymore. Why should it?

Happy, you are. Weren't you?

Peter slipped his arm around your shoulders as you approached the table set for two; the evening light cast a golden glow over everything. Then he kissed the top of your head and spoke softly into your ear, "It's just the beginning. For the both of us."

And for the first time in what felt like centuries, you believed him. Or at least, you told yourself you did.

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Simon — Fear Street: 1994 (2021)

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝐺𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

➤ 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊

TBA...

➤ 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒊

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caracalla & geta

─ .✦ imperium and chains - on her return in her homeland, with her children and another one growing in her womb, the Empress expects a moment of peace, a time to remember who she was before Rome. But there were never two husbands like Empress Caracalla and Geta anywhere else in the world. As her old memory resurfaces and the return into her old kingdom begins, she starts asking herself…is this freedom? Or is she just a bird in a golden cage? (dark)

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑉𝐸𝐿 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

➤ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ peter parker

─ .✦ limerence ( ii ) - For Peter Parker, the deepest secret is not being Spider-Man. It's that he likes you, no he loves you, wants you in any imaginable way possible. After years of quietly admiring you from a distance, everything changes after a biology project that partners you two together. Peter sees a glimpse of chance to get nearer to you, but the line of affection and obsession begins to blur (dark)

─ .✦ squeaky clean - peter wants to be pampered and bathe by you after being dirtied up by some robbers (fluff)

─ .✦ yelp reviews - a fan decided to make an unofficial yelp page for spider man as a joke. A lot of clients...or citizens had so much to say. (fluff)

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ harry osborn

─ .✦ primadonna - to fall in love with Harry Osborn was destined to be thrilling, complemented by his riches and charm. But just as the world fell apart for him, this passion pushed deeper. But now locked up at Ravencroft, lost in madness, the living ghost of the man you thought you'd known. (semi-dark)

➤ 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ peter parker

─ .✦ what lies underneath - after losing your family, your friends, and your boyfriend, Peter Parker casually crashes in your life out of nowhere. His presence was welcoming, as his so-called village is too. But his hospitality seems to have something darker underneath (dark, dead dove do not eat)

blurb/part 2

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— welcome to shittyside !!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ marvel

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