#decimus albinus

[illustratus]

The Death of Caesar by Jean-Léon Gérôme

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BEWARE.....them

[ Ides 2023 that deserves a repost]

Foreground: Cinna, Casca, Decimus, Brutus, Metellus, g.Casca, Titinius, Cassius

Background: Antony, Calpurnia, Caesar- at least.. it WAS Caesar. 🫡🙏🏻😔

[garland-on-thy-brow]

Reading Antonio Conti's Marco Bruto (1744)!

Highlights from Act 1 Scene 1:

Brutus has a shrine to Cato in his house.

Servilia is the political mastermind behind Caesar's impending coronation. She plays senators as she pleases. This apparently includes Cicero, on whom she has influence through Publilia.

In 63 bce, Servilia's letter to Caesar that made Cato so mad was delivered in the senate by none else than Decimus Brutus.

Caesar wants to marry Brutus to Octavia; Brutus said fuck this.

Servilia is not happy about this refusal, about Porcia, about Cassius, and most of all about the ghost of Cato.

Albinus pretends to work with Servilia but really works with Cassius. Very sexy of him to always be a double agent.

Some more from subsequent scenes:

Cassius would have stabbed Caesar at the Lupercalia but Trebonius held him back saying they still need Brutus there for PR purposes.

Porcia is very persuasive.

Porcia and Cassius complain to each other about Brutus.

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Happy Ides of March

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HAPPY KNIFE AND TOGA DAY!

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The banana peel who changed the course of History (Original)

[ides-show-down]

Like the Triumvirat or the Carthaginian forces under Hannibal, the Torneamentum is back for a round two!

Make sure to cast your vote (as long as you still can!)

ROUND I 🗡️

Gaius Cassius Longinus vs. Gaius Julius Caesar

Gaius Trebonius vs. Servius Sulpius Galba

Lucius Minucius Basilus vs. Marcus Antonius

Marcus Tullius Cicero vs. Calpurinia

Marcus Junius Brutus vs. Lucius Tullius Cimber

Gaius Cassius Parmensis vs. Quintus Ligarius

The idea of the Roman Republic vs. Pacuvius Labeo

Statue of Pompey vs. Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus

ROUND II

Calpurnia vs. Marcus Antonius

Gaius Trebonius vs. Gaius Julius Caesar

Marcus Junius Brutus vs. Quintus Ligarius

The idea of the Roman Republic vs. the statue of Pompey

SEMI-FINAl

Calpurnia vs. Gaius Julius Caesar

Marcus Junius Brutus vs. Statue of Pompey

GRAND-FINAL

Calpurnia vs. Marcus Junius Brutus

[300iqprower]

Hypothetical Summer Singularity: Male-Swimsuit Spectacular on the Stygian Shores!

I'm just gonna format this like a point by point outline/narration of how it'd play out. See previous list for the full casting. With that said:

Good news, everyone! A hell portal has opened up! Also Rider Caesar finally materialized, and he's so powerful he broke the male swimsuit curse! Finally we’ll have- er, hey wait a sec, isn’t this TOO many swimsuits?!

Heading through said hell portal into the singularity to investigate the source of grail-like summonings, they find themselves somewhere in Hades, though it feels awfully warm and summer like.

The villain of our story appears to be Chiron! Or rather, Chiron Alter, a disgruntled and bored Charon who took matters into his own hands and possessed Chiron for a beach body and potential summer fling!

Now a mysterious figure revealing himself as Brutus has come to help, loyal as ever to Rider Caesar and determined to restore the emperor to his full power, who with an elated Cleopatra, and now Saber Mandricardo (something about equivalent exchange?), must traverse the transformed "River Styx Resort" and figure out what the hell is even going on, before Chaldea’s systems (and budget) are completely overwhelmed by the numbers of alts, costumes, and chain summons being released!

Recruiting d’Eon, Mephistopheles, and Fergus, as well as the new Gundrun alongside her husband Erik, after the usual misadventures and enjoying of what vacation we can get, it’s time to put a stop to Charon!

…Until, upon defeating Charon, it turns out the real cause is Pretender Blackbeard, alongside his “boyfriend” Berserker Achilles and a mysterious shielder (Who really did try to stop them, honest…). After so many years of being stuck as some weird 2 star pervert, Teach got sick of it and after realizing his bisexuality last Summer, set out to fix things! Starting with reuniting his new bestie Achilles with their long lost boyfriend Patroclus! Rally your mistreated, your underpowered, your constantly referenced but never actually given, for Blackbeard is here to unite us against the tyranny of heteronormative gacha oppression! …well, that was the plan anyways, except didn’t Grand Carnival already do this joke?!

Regardless, we don't't stand a chance against a roided out Achilles! Falling back, Hektor and a now adult Paris are the only option to turn to, though is it just Hektor or are things getting a bit chilly around here? Whatever. Hektor’s certain we’re gonna need Bedivere and the round table knights, as well as a powerful curse user to take down an enraged Achilles. That’s one sorceress already taken care of, a bunch of himbo knights to go. Off to recruit them!

After a good walloping, as well as a bit of calming down from an understanding d’Eon and Fergus, a defeated Achilles and Blackbeard relent, and we can find out where the grail causing all this mess is- waddya mean Blackbeard doesn’t know? Waddya mean someone else told him how to kick off a male summer event?! AND WHY IS IT SO FREAKIN COLD AROUND HERE?!

Suddenly, a ghostly crew of ice shades seem to answer that question! A lot of them! How is this event still not over?! Well Hektor seems certain Charon knows. And he does. The servants of Cocytus, the riverbank those who could not pay Charon, seek those who cannot move on from their own lamentation and drag them back to their master. A sick melding of Hades and Inferno, Cocytus is more like the monstrous Charybdis than an actual body of water, devouring those who cannot escape their own sins and refuse to pay for them.

Brutus’s work was done, and his bargained time up. He had returned Caesar to his glory in the Grand Order, even if he had to throw all of Styx into a mess of overflowing swimsuit servants to do it. Now he was to throw himself into the depths of Cocytus for good. Not as Assassin Marcus Junius Brutus, but as Pretender Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus, the true and much less noble architect of Caesar’s death, who could never forgive his own cowardice.

But when did Caesar ask for such “justice”? No, he did not permit it, let alone ask for it. As Mephistopheles and Bedivere attest, cowardice is not an absence of love, and to live eternally believing such is a fate none deserve. Brutus may not forgive himself, but Caesar does, and if only through arrogance is certain that is all that matters. Thus, with Blackbeard’s ship at full power from the number of servants gathered, at Caesar’s command they take to the waves, and bring down the leviathan-like Cocytus to protect Chaldea’s newest member.

[themaskofreason]

hitman 3 dlc idea, let me set the scene:

(pov you're 47 and im Diana)

good afternoon 47. your destination is the senate at the curia of pompey, ancient rome.

your target is gaius julius caesar, roman dictator, and one of the most powerful people in the world. the people are not happy with him; he has disrespected the senate and wishes to appoint himself king. our client, RIP, led by Roman senators marcus junius brutus, gaius cassius longinus, and decimus junius brutus albinus, need us to stop this power-hungry monster and bring peace back to Rome.

your mission is to infiltrate the senate meeting and turn the opinion of his remaining supporters against him. the senate will be heavily guarded and caesar will have the attention of everyone, however ICA have identified a growing animosity from a large number of senators.

good luck, 47. ill leave you to prepare.

[shcherbatskya]

you can talk about decimus albinus like he’s soo important but he’ll never be marcus brutus… he can CLAIM decent from lucius junius brutus but rip to him it isn’t the same <3

[tonkihouston]

Gaius julius caesar documentary

Of the many portends or warnings to Caesar that are said to have occurred, one stands out above the rest. One little slip up, with so many people involved, could send the whole thing crashing down. These omens, likely later added manifestations of the writers for dramatic effect, still illustrate the fragile nature of the plot. Bad omens seemed to threaten the success of the attempt. The waiting game, however, must have been a nerve-wracking affair. Each member of the plot would be required to stab Caesar with a dagger, thereby not only assuring his death, but unifying the group under a banner of freedom for the entire state. It was decided that the assassination would take place in the Curia of Pompey's theatre, where the Senate would meet with Caesar for the last time. It had been prophesied by the Sybilline books that only a king could defeat Parthia, and it was widely expected for Caesar to receive this additional honor before his departure. On the Ides of March, or the 15th, the Senate was expected to approve Caesar's kingship outside of Italy. Caesar was expected to assemble the Senate for a final time before departing for Parthia on March 18. All that was left was to determine the time, place and manner of the deed. With the involvement of Brutus, the conspiracy moved forward. After playing on his sense of duty and family history, Brutus finally joined the plot as a matter of honor. Cassius and other conspirators relentlessly worked on Brutus, trying to shatter his bond with Caesar and bring him to their side. The conspirators felt that with Brutus in tow, recreating the perception that a Brutus would save Rome from tyranny for a second time, the plot would immediately be legitimized. His supposed ancestor, Lucius Junius Brutus, was the man who took the lead in expelling the Etruscan kings centuries earlier, and was fundamental in establishing the Roman Republic. Brutus was the key for one simple reason. While this is completely unlikely, there is no question that Caesar maintained a relationship of fondness for Brutus, and had supported him for many offices of importance. It was rumored, due to Caesar's well known affair with Brutus' mother Servilia, that Brutus could even have been Caesar's son. He had served with Caesar in Gaul before taking sides with Pompey in the civil war, and was later pardoned for his 'transgression'. The key ingredient was the inclusion of Caesar's friend, Marcus Junius Brutus. Despite his support of Pompey and the Republican side in the civil war, it was feared that Cicero didn't have the fortitude to carry out the task, or that he wouldn't be able to keep his famous mouth closed.Ĭicero, however, was not the key to the plot's success. One notable omission from the conspiracy was the great orator Cicero. Some 60 senators (of the 900 member body, most of whom were loyal to Caesar) would align themselves in the favor of the Republican ideal, including Caesar's close friend Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus. Though this prophetic statement would definitely turn out to be the truth, the conspiracy continued to grow. A new Civil War will break out under far worse conditions than the last." I have long been sated with power and glory but, should anything happen to me, Rome will enjoy no peace. Suetonius quoted him as saying " It is more important for Rome than for myself that I should survive. Whether or not Caesar had any idea of the conspiracy growing against him is certainly debatable, but he was well aware of the ramifications of such an act. On a similar note, Cicero once quoted Caesar as saying, " I have lived long enough both in years and in accomplishment." Caesar often made comments regarding his own death by suggesting he would prefer to die one death than die countless times as a coward. In fact, Caesar seems to have had suspicions of Cassius already, but apparently did nothing to counteract it. He already held a grudge against the dictator for perceived political slights, mainly in not backing him for positions of higher authority. The apparent leader of the plot was Gaius Cassius Longinus, the Praetor Peregrinus in 44 BC. The urgency of the plot was not only the fact that Caesar was expected to leave Rome for Parthia on March 18, but that Caesar was expected to be named King of all the Roman provinces outside of Italy. In a Senate famous for political wrangling and back-stabbing, a conspiracy of such grave magnitude could not have been kept secret for long. The conspiracy against Caesar likely festered for a long time, but it only began to take on a legitimate threat in the early part of 44 BC.

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Part Three

Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes.His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century.

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Philippe raged.

Julius Caesar’s blood lay splattered across the senate floor. The conspirators had gone underground, fearful of retribution. The careful political manoeuvring he had laid down for the safety of his family, for the safety of Rome, had been undone in an instant by impatience and short sightedness.

Lucius stood obediently in a corner and silently watched his father stalk. Neither of them had been opposed to Caesar’s murder- indeed, they had been encouraging it since Caesar first crossed the Rubicon in open defiance of Senate law- but Philippe had been trying to manipulate the Senate into assassinating him quietly, in private.

He was simply too popular with the common people for his death to be considered a good thing. Now that blood had been spilt so openly, there was going to be serious problems from all sides.

Finally, Philippe stilled. He beckoned Lucius over and gripped his son by the shoulder.

‘We go to Cicero’s house this morning, and from there we will decide what action to take regarding the welfare of our family. Have a servant ready the horses.’

Lucius nodded and left.

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Cicero welcomed them warmly enough but with a distinct tang of nervousness reeking from every pore. He was right to be nervous. Marcus Tullius Cicero now had the unenviable task of keeping the Senate from tearing itself apart from the inside. He was, along with Mark Antony, effectively the new figurehead of Rome. At least for now.

‘Wine!’ Cicero snapped his fingers and a slave scuttled off to fetch refreshments while he gestured for them to sit down. Lucius angled himself so that his back was towards a blank stone wall; he kept two of the three entrances into the room at the edges of his periphery, Philippe lounging testily to his left on a couch.

‘We did not come here to drink wine,’ Philippe glared across at the warmblood, who twitched slightly, uncomfortable. ‘We came to discuss your failure at keeping Rome from descending into anarchy.’

‘I tried my best-'

‘Clearly not’

Lucius stiffened slightly in surprise as a different slave came gliding into the room. The girl was no older than sixteen, ropey and muscular, with long brown ringlets pulled back by a strip of leather. She smelt strongly of olive oil and almonds, and as she moved forward and placed a tray of cups before them her eyes flicked up, glancing briefly at Philippe and Lucius before retreating back the way she had come.

‘Your servants are..unusually graceful’ Lucius tried to keep his voice even. Up close the smell had been unmistakable; the girl was a vampire, and only a few centuries older than Lucius himself.

Cicero smiled, craning his head round to smile indulgently towards the now empty corridor. ‘Ah, yes, yes. Blanda was a gift from Decimus Albinus, by way of that fellow he has working in the fighting pits for him. Ah…Sismund, I think he’s called, from Germania.’

‘A recent gift?’ Philippe asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

‘Quite recent’

Philippe and Lucius exchanged a brief glance. Decimus Junius Brutus Albinus had been closer to Julius Caesar than any man alive. Caesar considered him to be his son, and yet that did not stop Decimus from plunging his dagger into the man’s heart.

‘How many other gifts were sent to you from the house of Albinus?’ Philippe asked casually.

Cicero nodded at a boy hovering nearby, who dashed away and came back a few minutes later with three individuals. The girl, Blanda, had clearly been cleaning in the kitchen; she had soot on her hands and feet, but had hurriedly washed her face with a wet cloth.

A black woman stood beside her, long dark curls cascading down her shoulders. She was older than Lucius but not yet forty, wearing a caramel-coloured tunic and thick sandals. She stood with her head bowed, as was appropriate for a servant, but there was a quiet, matronly strength to her pose.

The third individual was clearly a Gaul. He was the same height as Lucius, and possibly the same age, both in warmblood and vampiric years. He was wearing a caramel-coloured tunic as well, but his reed-woven sandals were thinner and quite worn.

‘Come closer’ Cicero waved the group forward, then gestured to each of them in turn.

‘Blanda, Merula, and Tinus’

‘Why don’t you interview them while Cicero and I speak business?’ Lucius was on his feet before Philippe had finished speaking. He had moved deliberately quickly to gauge the others’ reactions; Blanda flinched and Merula moved so that she was subtly shielding the young girl. Tinus just stared.

Now that he was standing next to him, Lucius realised that the Gaul was actually two inches taller than him, with a tanned, muscular physique and hair so blonde it was almost white. His eyes were grey like wet river stones, but when he glanced back over his shoulder as Lucius marched the trio outside into a courtyard they had changed to a light sea green.

The Gaul smelt nice.

He wasn’t clean; Lucius could smell the horse dung clinging to his sandals from where he hadn’t quite managed to scrape it off. But underneath it Tinus smelt of rain, and a musk Lucius would suddenly identify centuries later as tobacco.

Apricot, too. A metallic tang that should have been acrid but wasn’t. Soothing, like lighting on the wind just before a storm. Rich, damp soil; fir trees and wool grease and mead.

Cucumber, and black pepper, and subtler, deeper layers of spice that made Lucius’ skin tingle pleasantly. He resisted the urge to sniff deeply and came to a halt beside an olive tree in the middle of the yard.

‘Why are you here?’ he said, curtly. Tinus stared at him but said nothing. Blanda wouldn’t meet his eye; instead she stared at the ground, her fingers reaching out and grasping Merula’s wrist.

‘We were sent here by our master to make Cicero’s life comfortable’ said Merula. She spoke softly but her voice carried. ‘We are but humble servants of Rome.’

‘Did your master make you his servants or-‘

‘He did’

Sismund of Germania. The name did ring a very small bell.

‘And how many more are you?’

‘Our sisters, Mantia and Elantia, and a brother, Carmo’

Ah, the twins. Now he remembered.

Mantia and Elantia were the latest rising stars of Rome’s fighting pits, twins who fought side by side with daggers and short swords against any opponents who would challenge them. They had racked up quite the body count so far, and didn’t appear too keen to stop any time soon. He would have to keep Philippe appraised of all this when he returned inside.

‘Why this household?’

‘We didn’t murder Caesar’ Tinus cut in flatly, before Merula could reply. A slight shiver trickled down Lucius’ spine. Tinus’ voice was clear and strong, his thick Celtic accent adding a melodious note to his Latin.

‘Tinus-‘ Merula put a hand on his elbow; he shrugged her off.

‘It wasn’t your hand on the knife, no, but did you plant the idea?’ Lucius scowled.

Tinus shrugged. ‘Easy enough to accomplish when they were already out for blood’

Lucius grit his teeth. ‘Assassination may have been inevitable, but it could have been done cleanly.’

Tinus glared at him again. He seemed almost bored. It took everything in him to stop himself wrapping his hands around the Gaul’s throat.

‘He didn’t deserve a clean death’ Tinus spat on the floor. Merula flung an arm across his chest, glancing nervously between the two men. Lucius felt a nerve start throbbing in his head; his right hand was balled into a fist so tight his knuckles had turned white.

‘Leave’ Lucius hissed. He thrust a finger towards the opposite courtyard wall. ‘Go back to your master and tell him to keep his machinations to himself or we will force him to get the fuck out of Rome.’

With solemn dignity, head held high, Merula took Blanda’s hand firmly in hers and marched boldly out of the courtyard gate. Tinus spat again, this time at Lucius’ feet, then turned and stalked after his sisters.

Author’s Notes I don't know exactly where the members of the Senate holed up after they killed Caesar but I wrote this before I thought to worry too much about geography. Oops!

Both Cicero and Decimus Albinus were real people, and really were deeply involved in the assassination of Julius Caesar.

A portrait which closely resembles Tinus (although he has lighter hair and a touch more green to his eyes) is Vere Sidney Tudor Harmsworth (1916), by Philip Alexius de László

[brother-emperors]

a kind of tone/style test of a scene between cassius and decimus out of a conspiracy focused script I’ve been theoretically writing. part of me says dramatic noir, black and white, another part of me wants to use limited colors, another part of me says I need to redesign Decimus again---

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[garland-on-thy-brow]

[Pictured: The cover to Handel's Catone in Utica with Sonia Prina. In the center, a reproduction of a coin depicting two hands clasped round caduceus.]

Putting the handshake-around-caduceus coin on the cover of tragedia per musica about civil war sure is a choice.

According to what Crawford tells me, the "two hands clasped round caduceus" image first appears in 48 bce (two years before the events of Catone in Utica), paired with Pietas on the coins struck by the caesarian Decimus Brutus (yes, that one).

"The association ... of Pietas with the symbols of felicitas and concordia ... presumably reflects the Caesarian propaganda of moderation and reconciliation during the Civil War" - Crawford 450/2.

It resurfaces, paired with Concordia, on the coinage of Antony and Octavian after their reconciliation in 42 bce (Crawford 494/41) and then after their another reconciliation in 39 bce (Crawford 529/4a, b).

Every time the reconciliation symbolised by this handshake becomes, if anything, more fake and fragile!

Later the image found its way onto the coinage of multiple emperors who I cannot tell apart, but maybe interesting things are happening there too.

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‪phone just corrected “decimus” to “decommissioned”‬ and if that’s not a 43 bce mood idk what is