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medievalharlot · 2 months ago

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A gift for the princess 彡 Geta x princess f!reader x Caracalla

Pairing: Geta x princess f!reader x Caracalla

Synopsis: The empire comes to your aid and you are reunited with your childhood friends, they end up having a gift you cannot turn down

Wordcount: 3,1k

Request: ‘I’ve been thinking of this plot for a while, but I’m not a writer and could never write it myself. But what if both of the twins x reader, who was their childhood best friend, she came from a very wealthy family (for some reason I like to think she was royalty in a neighboring country or smth, anyway, she was forced to move away, and the twins and here were devestated (cause they like LIKED each other) years go by, and they are now emperors, they have to go to a place for business, with other royals (like where the reader lives) and they meet again, and like, fall in loveeee’ by anon

Tags: Childhood friends to lovers, reader is a princess, some light groping but no full on smut, period accurate misogyny, implied violence, implied abuse.

A/N: Phew this one is a little longer than I intended it to be. Maybe a little less historically accurate than my last one but I tried sticking to historical facts. I always thought of Caracalla as a shy child that turned mad and Geta being the brave one. This will be the last full on fic I post before I go to Paris, enjoy!

It would be a short seige, your castle walls were never strong enough to withstand the Parthian army. Yet your father, having spiraled into madness, insisted to keep fighting. For years your small kingdom had been an ally to the empire. Even if it was small, it had a strategic and important port. Under Marcus Aurelius it had it added to the list of allies and it had been loyal up. Your father suddenly decided to start a war against Parthia. Voices plagued his mind, advisors gone corrupt filled his mind with delusions. You had been supportive of your father, trying to see the good in his actions as a way to cope. Giving up on the man that had raised you felt like betrayel. Your mother was a noble lady and after giving birth to you ander your brother she moved back to her own home. Their marriage was arranged and quite an unpleasant one. You were his only daughter, his sweet delight. Your brother was aiding the empire in the conquest of Numidia by order of the emperor, leaving you to watch over your father. Every day he slipped further into madness, and everyday it became more painful to watch.

At a certain point his advisors convinced him to go to war. Once you got wind of the idea you had the advisors sent away, unleashing your fury upon him. But your father had already sent out the command. You had prayed to Pax, Fortuna and Minerva for the war to end well and for the Romans to send aid. Emperor Severus had been a good friend to your father. You weren’t aware that he had passed and his sons, Geta and Caracalla, were terrorizing the empire. News travelled slow in the empire and before you knew it there was an entire army knocking on your door with no aid in sight. You had witnissed the Pathian generals slaughter the people on the outskirts of the city being killed. Their screams haunting your mind as you hid.

Once, you knew the twins. It was a long time ago, before your father had become king. He took you and your brother to Rome quite often, in hindsight you understood it was probably to find a suitable match amongst the sons of the senators. Due to the friendship your father and the emperor shared you were often on the Forum. You remember meeting the twins for the first time.

Caracalla was a shy boy, hiding behind his brother. Geta was a bit cocky but curious about you. They were a few years older than you were. You were clinging to your fathers toga, you never played with boys. At home you were either being taught by master or you were playing with the daughters of your fathers advisors. Boys sucked. And yet here you were, alone with these boys in a room.

“Do you wanna play soldiers?” Geta had asked eventually. “You can be the helpless girl and we-” He had shoved his brother from behind him. “We will save you.” There was a proud smirk on his face.

Soldiers? Why would you want to play that, why would you be the helpless girl. “I don’t want to play that.” You reached for the wooden sword. Geta tried to grasp for it.

“You can’t play with that, that isn’t for girls.” He sneered as you pulled away. Caracalla still hadn’t spoken a word.

“Stop it!” You frowned, you weren’t one to let somebody to tell you what to do.

Soon, chaos ensued. Somehow you ended up in a brawl with him, and to your surprise you were winning. All that commotion had alarmed the servants, who had fetched your fathers. Emperor Severus was pissed. He had dragged Geta off you, shouting stuff like ‘this is not how you treat guests’ and ‘you let that little girl beat you up’. Caracalla chased after them while sobbing as the emperor dragged Geta by his collar out of the room.

The banging on the door only got louder, together with the other women of this court you were hiding in the cellar. Soft prayers were whispered, hopes that the devine above might save them. You didn’t pray, you knew there was no stopping an army, your kingdom was way too small to beat Parthia. Your father didn’t have the men, nor did he have much expierence. It would be over soon and all you could hope for is that they wouldn’t slaughter and take every single woman in this room.

Over the years you luckily grew to appreciate each other’s company. Visits to Rome became more frequent. Your father enjoyed the wine, food, feasts and whores in the capital better. Geta was still as boisterous as before as he often liked to remind you of how he would become emperor someday. Caracalla had grown out of his shyness, but he got reckless and often faced his father’s wrath.

You were sitting on Caracalla’s bed, soflty dapping your handkerchief against his busted lip. Geta was leaning agaisnt a pillar as he watched you tend to his brother. “What happened.” You had asked Geta, Caracalla was still visibly upset. He was rambling some words you couldn’t understand, making himself small and leaning out of his touch. Sometimes it felt like you were talking to a child.

“Drank too much wine last night and was found in the horse stables.” Geta replied, keeping it short. You could tell his fathers violence got to him.

“You’re a fool sometimes Caracalla.” You spoke to him, lifting his chin to get a better look.

“He just needs to die then I will be emperor.” He had spouted a bit angrily in return.

You sighed softly and stood up. “We will fetch a doctor.” You spoke, nodding your head to Geta to signal him to come along. Something was up with Caracalla, he was reckless but he had become more unpredictable and forgetful over the last few months. It was eating away at you, you saw them as your closest friends.

“Something is wrong with him, Geta.” You spoke as soon as the two of you turned a corner. “Did the doctors say anything last time?”

“They say his peverse nature has infected his mind.” Geta spoke as he walked with you. “They’re trying to treat him but father says he is fine.”

“He’s not.”

“I know.”

Then the screams came. The walls had been breached. Younger girls started sobbing, with a stern look you tried to make them shut up. You couldn’t blame them, the worse thing that could happen to you is that they would make you a concubine. Soldiers knew better than harming a princess that could be used for blackmail. But those girls, they would have to endure the worst. You held your breath as you could hear them getting closer, your heart beating in your chest. The doors opened, but to your surprise it weren't Parthian soldiers. Their shields carried the Roman chrest. It were Roman Soldiers. Had they come to your aid? You got up, your dress was dirty and your messy. The seige lasted a few hours and you had been stuck in this stuffy room.

“Princess Y/N, you have summoned by imperial decree.” One of the generals entered, you did not recognize him. He looked older, his black hair slowly graying. They took you, dragging you out of the room despite your protests. The didn’t take commands from a woman, they took direct orders from the emperors and the emperors alone.

It was a particularly hot summer that year. This time you had went ahead of your father to Rome, he had some business to take care of back home. It was uncommon for girls your age to travel alone, you had long passed the age to be wed, but you were of age. It was the only reason your father let you go alone. Something had changed this year tho, you weren’t sure about what. The three of you always went swimming in their private pool, it had been a tradition for you of some sort. You never thought of it as strange. Yet, this year you could feel your cheeks heating up as you watched them swim around.

“Are you just going to lay there?” Geta spoke up. You were still laying in the shade and still dressed.

“Don't feel like swimming.” You spoke as you grinned softly.

“Is the princess afraid of getting wet?” He laughed loudly as he swam to the side of the pool.

“I am not!” You got up defensively. In the midst of your conversation you had not noticed Caracalla lurked behind you. With a giggle he flung you into the water.

“There we go.” Geta laughed, watching you struggle to swim in the flowly stola you were wearing. You would have bothered to undress first if you knew they were gonna force you in.

The echoes of Caracalla's laughter rung around the pool. It had gotten worse, you knew that. Both of them got worse in their own way. From what you heard they were drunks with concubines from all over the empire and a lust for blood. It made you sad.

“You should come to the Colosseum soon.” Geta swam closer to you, looking slightly down on you. The water was up to your shoulders but you could still stand. The way he looked at you made your head do summersaults. He lifted your chin. “I think you would enjoy what we have prepared for you.” He got closer, eye contact still remaining as your lips almost touched.

“I am not sure if-” He cut you off with a kiss. Caracalla was behind you now, his hands roamed your hips and his lips were on your neck. He softly bit down on the skin as he whimpered while rutting against you. You were sandwhiched between them. One of Geta's hands was on your breast, the other holding your chin in place.

It was so perfect, until it wasn't. Your father had barged in and saw the scene. He, too, had heard of the twins endeavours. And upon seeing you sandwiched between them he got furious. He ordered you out of the pool and he scolded the both of them. Surely, they would never hear the end of it from their own father. It made you anxious for what would happen when the emperor got word of what had happened here. That didn't matter tho, you would be there to patch up their bruises.

Atleast, that is what you thought. Your father had send you home right away and you never saw the two of them again. The first year was hard but you learned to live with the heartache. With your father illness you had more pressing matters than Rome.

They had dragged you back all the way to Rome. It was early in the morning when you finally arrived, your head ached and your feet were sore. On the way you were informed your father was killed, only worsening your pain. The soldiers had given you a minimum of food and water and kept you dressed in simple rags. You felt like a prisoner and you still weren’t none the wiser about why you were summoned. Atleast you didn’t have to walk all the way.

You arrived in Rome filthy, dehydrated, hungry and confused. At once, you were taken to the throne room. It was nearly the same as you remembered, only there were two thrones. Maybe he put it there as a way to honor his deceased wife. Taking in the surroundings you heard the emperor and the guards come in.

“I hope there is a good reason for my treatment on this journey, your imperial highness.” You turned around, but instead of seeing emperor Severus, you stood eye to eye with them. Geta and Caracalla. Your heart dropped. It been years since you had seen them. They were the emperors now?

“We apologise for your treatment, my lady.” Geta spoke first as he offered his hand. You stood frozen, taking in the both of them. You couldn’t lie, it was good to see them. It was like a weight falling of your shoulders. But something felt off. Geta had a cold look in his eyes and Caralla looked almost insane. His eyes reminded you of your father. Both of them were dressed in gold armour with a gold laurel crown on their heads. They radiated divinity. It didn’t feel the same as it once did.

With a trembling lip you stumbled over to them, falling on your knees infront of them. You had grasped ahold of Geta’s robe. Caracalla grinned as he crouched down to look at you. “We saved your kingdom. You must thank us, your brother will be king now.”

You looked up at him with fat tears rolling down your face as you were reminded of your father’s death. Geta grabbed your face in his hand. “What my brother means to say is that we are very sorry about your father. He may have acted like a fool but no ally of Rome should suffer like you have.” He gave you a hand, you took it and stood. “There will be games in his honour tonight. You will be attending.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

Softly, you nodded. You tried to process what was going on. “Yes, games.”

“Real games, with bloodshed. No mercy.” Caracalla spoke to you as if he tried to comfort you. “We got you a dress.”

“Yes, Cassia will help you get dressed. You must get some rest now.” Geta turned to a young girl, she looked foreign but she had a Roman. She was probably a concubine that they liked so much she got promoded to a handmaid. “Cassia, get her cleaned up.” He snided at the girl.

Cassia led you out of the throne room to the baths. The hot water felt nice against your sore skin, you felt clean atlast. An essence of mint and citrus hanging in the air.

After the bath, Cassia had dressed you in your gown. It was purple with gold trimmings, it must’ve cost a fortune. The fabric felt expensive. Your hair was done in an elaborate hairstyle. Even if you were a princess, the luxeries in Rome was something your father could not afford. You looked like an empress, the empress. “The emperors wish to see you before you leave for the Colosseum.” She eventually spoke after she finished doing your hair.

With heavy feet you made your way to the throne room. It did feel better to be dolled up again, but under these circumstances you doubt you could feel anything at all. You were alone in a city full of people that would probably want you dead, you had no moment of peace as two guards followed you at all costs. They pushed the door open to the throne room, Geta and Caracalla were already waiting for you.

They had changed into new clothes too. Caracalla wore a black gown, Geta opted for a rich red. The twins turned to look at you.

“You look splendid, my lady.” Geta spoke first before Caracalla interrupted him.

“My brother and I have a proposal to make.” He sat in his throne like a giddy child. You carefully watched them.

“Your father has passed, leaving you unmarried and under nobody’s protection.” Geta started, you weren’t sure what he was getting at. “Your brother is too busy being king, so..”

“What is it you want from me.” You cautiously narrowed your eyes.

Caracalla rose to his feet and walked towards you, grabbing your hands. “Marry us. You loved us when we were children, you love us now right?” There was a hint of desperation in his eyes. “Right?” He repeated, now sounding a little more angry.

You were left speechless. If they had asked you this question a few years ago you would’ve agreed without a second thought, but after all these years and all that happened you just couldn’t process what they asked of you.

“Nothing would happen to your kingdom once you are empress.” Geta was suddenly behind you, whispering in your ears. “We will make the man that murdered your father die a painfull death, my lady.” He stroked a ringed finger against your arm, the metal felt cold against your skin.

Geta took a step back. “We will give you some time to think, we have a surprise for you during the games first.” You heard Caracalla giggling, what had they planned?

In the Colosseum you were seated in between them. The two of them clearly enjoyed the bloodshed. Geta watched with a calm gaze and a smile on his face, Caracalla on the other hand was clapping and laughing as soon as blood was spilled. They had plenty of servants filling their cups, while they drank and enjoyed the finest food. You watched silently with your hands folded in your lap. The screams of agony from whoever was being slaughtered only reminded you of home. When you closed your eyes you could see the families being slain, the face of the Parthian general clear as day. You couldn’t have protected them even if you wanted, it made you feel helpless.

“And now! For the main event, our undefeated champion!” The master of ceremonies announced. Geta gave you a shove, making you look up at what was actually going on in the arena. “The Tigris of Gaul!” The crowd roared when he entered. He rode in on a rhino, the heavy beast trotting in.

Caracalla was basically jumping of his chair now, he took your hand and led you to the edge of the balcony. His grin was like a cheshire cat. “This will be our gift to you.” He spoke.

Geta got up as well, gracefully walking to place a hand on your back.

“Our champion will be taking it up against the Parthian Mithridates!” A beat up and confused man entered the ring, you recognized his face immediatly. It was the general that had killed your citizens. You remained silently as you coldheartedly watched the man taking it up against the Tigris of Gaul.

It didn’t take long for the gladiator to have the general on his back, he had only been given a dull sword. He had no chance of winning. The Tigris held his blade against the general’s neck, looking up to the emperor’s balcony for approval to kill him.

Geta had been smiling this entire time, gauging your reaction. “Well? What do you say? What judgement will the gods render.”

“Kill him.” Caracalla almost spat in your ear, his behaviour getting more erratic. “Kill him!”

Your thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour. That was the man that killed your people, he might even have killed your father. He caused so much suffering, so much death. You had him in your clutches now, you were the one deciding his faith. You looked down at him, the tears had fallen down your cheek a while ago. Were you able to say word, have this man killed? You had always been a sweet girl, your father sang praises of your gentle nature whenever he could. But something had changed, something had stirred.

They had given you this chance. This could mean war with Parthia and yet they still did it. They did it because they could, and they wanted you to have revenge. If being of empress of Rome ment you could reign terror down on the ones that hurt your people you had made your decision.

You looked at Geta, giving him a small nod. His grin grew even wider as he grabbed your hand. He lifted it slightly, he held his other fist up. “The gods have rendered their judgement!” The crowd went silent. They all watched the downturned thumb and they cheered once more. It was true what they said about the games, show them blood or else they will want yours.

You watched coolly as general Mithridates got his throat slid, only flinching slightly as the blade his neck and the blood spurted out. Before you could see the rest you had turned around to leave the emperors box.

“Where are you going. You are missing the best part.” Caracalla frowned as he watched you leave.

“There is a wedding to be planned.” You replied calmly. The twins looked at each other, their gift had worked. Rome would have a new empress soon, and she would show no mercy to her enemies.

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delfinorosso1964 · 1 month ago

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La storia di Vilmer

Vilmer aveva questa officina sulla SS9 direzione mare, all'altezza del Lem ma dalla parte opposta, verso i colli.

Aveva iniziato come gommista poi nel capannone c'era posto e aveva messo su anche una piccola officina meccanica.

La gente ci andava, meno che per le gomme ma così aveva incrementato gli affari.

Una domenica mattina lo incontrai al Seventy Five, venne a prendere il caffè e glielo offrii, dicendo alla barista che era il miglior gommista della Romagna.

In Romagna non c'è granché, il mare fa schifo, le piadine sono buone e poi ci sono i Mutor e quello che ne consegue, un paio di autodromi o motodromi.

Vilmer era più per le moto come passione, ma per campare gli era toccato lavorare sulle auto, pazienza.

Era bravo, aveva voglia di lavorare, fumava ed era magro e piccolo, come un fantino o un centauro, forse aveva corso in moto da giovane o aveva fatto il meccanico nei circuiti.

Quella domenica mattina l'aveva svegliato l'allarme che era scattato a vuoto, per fortuna e gli era toccato alzarsi e correre a controllare.

Nell'officina lo aiutava la moglie, a lui il lavoro sui mezzi, a lei quello d'ufficio, acquisti, fatture, robe così.

Fumavano come due turchi, spargendo in giro cicche e ceneri ma si trattava di un vizio veniale, diciamo.

Una mattina d'estate, alla vigilia delle ferie, Vilmer lavorava nell'officina delle auto, avevano tirato via un motore per fare non so cosa ma fatto sta che il motore si è sganciato e lui ha preso una gran pacca in testa.

È andato per terra, è rimasto incosciente e hanno chiamato l'ambulanza che l'ha portato in ospedale di corsa.

Quando hai un lavoro così, rogne ne hai tante ma di giorni di ferie ne fai pochi, si era a cavallo del ferragosto e avevano prenotato una settimanina da qualche parte.

Al pronto soccorso, dopo che si era ripreso, gli hanno detto che era meglio rimanere in osservazione, che non si scherzava con un trauma cranico.

Ma dovevano partire la mattina dopo, era tutto prenotato, tutto incastrato, viaggio, albergo, tutto.

Gli pareva di stare meglio, forse gli girava un poco la testa ma stava meglio, ha deciso di tornare a casa e la sera è andato a letto presto.

Al mattino si è svegliato, ha fatto qualche passo e poi è andato giù di nuovo ma stavolta non c'è stato nulla da fare.

Dopo sono andato per le gomme un paio di volte ma non l'ho visto, non sapevo cosa gli fosse successo e mi pareva brutto chiedere alla moglie o ai due dipendenti.

Ma ho trovato qualcosa su Google, nelle recensioni qualcuno si dispiaceva che non ci fosse più, diceva che era stato un buon gommista.

Allora ho chiesto Calice che sa sempre tutto nel raggio di dieci chilometri da casa sua (e mia) e Calice mi ha spiegato cosa gli era successo.

Comunque la moglie lavora ancora là con i due dipendenti, solo che ha cambiato nome, non c'è più Vilmer nell'insegna.

Il nome Vilmer, tra i tanti, è anche citato nella canzone Onomastica, degli Offlaga Disco Pax.

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greenpanda-basicfakewitch · 1 year ago

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Spiritual Dieties

A/N: Just realised that I've included a list of god/esses BUT Christian will be excluded because theirs is too BIG, seraphims, archangels, and the names of who is what that is it's own seperate post -_- they're christian witches so even my own opinion of christianty (I don't hate them but dont love them either) I would still respect anyone who still follows it.

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Deities:

Divine status, quality or nature. A god or Goddess, a supreme being. Most well known in Persian/Norse/Celtic/Greek/Roman/Egyptian/Hindu/Pagan/ Christian Angels-Demons, etc.

Celtic Gods:

Alator: God of war and protection, name means “he who nourishes the people.”

Albiorix: God of protection and war, name means “King of the world.”

Belenus: God of healing, name means “Bright one.”

Borvo: God of healing waters and minerals.

Bres: God of fertility, tyrant ruler

Cernunnos: Horned god of Nature, fertility, the underworld, wealth and fruit

Esus: God of strength and human sacrifice.

Lenus: God of healing, associated with Roman god Mars

Lugh: God of the sun and craftsmanship, justice and ruleship

Maponus: God of music, poetry and youth

Nuada: God of healing, the sea and warfare.

Celtic Goddesses:

Brigantia: Goddess of rivers and waters, poetry and crafts

Brigit: Goddess of fire, fertility, healing, cattle and poetry

Ceridwen: Goddess and sorceress, poetic wisdom, prophecy, magic and rebirth.

Epona: Horse goddess, fertility and cornucopias, horses and mules

Medb: Goddess of sovereignty and motherhood

Morrigan: Goddess of seafarers, fertility, and abundance

Nemausicae: Mother goddess, fertility and prosperity

Saitada: Goddess of grief.

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Norse Deities:

Gods:

Baldur: God of Beauty, peace, innocence, rebirth.

Bragi: God of Poetry, music, the harp

Hodr: God of Winter, Blind God, god of Darkness.

Hoenir: God of Silence, passion, spirituality, poetry

Kwasir: God of inspiration, god of wisdom.

Loki: God of trickery, mischief

Magni: God of strength and bravery

Njord: God Of the sea, wind, fish and wealth.

Odin: The allfather, God of war, poetry, magic and wisdom.

Thor: God of Thunder and battle, protection of mankind.

Try: God of War and Justice, god of skies

Ulr: God of skis and bows, god of winter.

Ali: God of revenge and vengeance.

Goddess:

Eir: Goddess of healing and medical skill.

Eostre: Goddess of spring and dawn.

Freyja: Goddess of love, fertility, battle and witchcraft

Frigg: Goddess of marriage and motherhood, Queen of the gods.

Gefjun: Goddess of fertility and plough, abundance and prosperity.

Hlin: Goddess of consolation and protection

Jord: Goddess of the Earth, Mother Earth.

Nanna: Goddess of joy, peace, and the moon.

Nott: Goddess of the night and darkness.

Sif: Goddess of the harvest, grain and earth

Sigyn: Goddess of fidelity, mercy and mourning.

Skadi: Goddess of Winter, mountains and skiing.

Sol: Goddess of the Sun and healing

Vor: Goddess of Wisdom, knowledge and awareness.

Greek Goddess

Aphrodite

Hera

Athena

Artemis

Demeter

Hestia

Persephone

Gaia

Greek Gods:

Zeus

Hermes

Ares

Poseidon

Apollo

Hephaestus

Dionysus

Hades

Cronus

Eros

Helios

Atlas

Pan

Heracles

Prometheus

Uranus

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Roman Goddess Minerva

Venus

Ceres

Juno

Vesta

Diana

Janus

Bellona

Cybele

Fortuna

Victoria

Proserpina

Roman Gods

Apollo

Mars

Jupiter

Neptune

Mercury

Vulcan

Pluto

Saturn

Faunus

Flora

Pax

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Egyptian Gods/Goddess

Horus

Anubis

Osiris

Isis

Thoth

Set

Bastet

Hathor

Amun

Sekhmet

Nephthys

Ptah

Sobek

Ma'at

Geb

Nut

Shu

Bes

Tefnut

Khnum

Khepri

Khonsu

Neith

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Persian Gods/esses

Ahura Mazda

Angra Mainyu

Mithra

Anahita

Verethragna

Atar

Vohu Manah

Haurvatat

Mitra

Ameretat

Vayu

Zoroaster

Haoma

Rashnu

Spenta Armaiti

Indra

Aka Manah

Allani

Ahurani

Kshatra Vairya

Azhi Dahāka

Arash

Apam Napat

Fereydun

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Hindu Gods/esses

Shiva

Vishnu

Ganesha

Brahma

Hanuman

Krishna

Durga

Rama

Saraswati

Indra

Lakshmi

Kali

Kartikeya

Parvati

Agni

Surya

Varuna

Vayu

Chandra

Devi

Kamadeva

Sita

Kubera

Shakti

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What is similar?

One type of ‘Leader’ along with a ‘Mother’ a ‘son’ or ‘Consort’ a god of death, healing, creativity, the Sun, the Moon, wisdom, mischief, fertility. Or some deities symbolise a couple of things based on their story. Or domain that they rule over. But most do have similarities or cross over to other religions. For example the Roman gods are just the Tumblr edgy oc’s of the Greek Gods. {And the Romans twisted greek stories but those stories is what we in modern day take as 'canon' }

“Our gods are stronger and better than yours!” ha, just kidding.

#dieties #bos #witch #witchblr #witch community #wicca #wiccan #Baby witch

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theemotionmachine · 1 year ago

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50+ Motivational Latin Proverbs to Elevate Your Thinking to New Levels

- Acta non verba ("deeds not words")

- Ad meliora ("towards better things")

- Ad victoriam ("to victory")

- Audere est faucere ("to dare is to do")

- Astra inclinant, sed non obligant ("the stars incline us, they do not bind us")

- Bono malum superate ("good will overcome evil")

- Carpe diem ("seize the day")

- Calamus gladio fortior ("the pen is mightier than the sword")

- Cogito, ergo sum ("I think, therefore I am")

- Cras es noster ("tomorrow, be ours")

- Dictum factum ("what is said is done")

- Duc, sequere, aut de via decede ("lead, follow, or get out of the way")

- Dum spiro, spero ("while I breathe, I hope")

- Ego te provoco ("I challenge you")

- Est modus in rebus ("there is a middle way in all things")

- Faber est suae quisque fortunae ("every man is the artisan of his own fortune")

- Familia supra omnia ("family over everything")

- Fons vitae caritas ("love is the fountain of life")

- Fortiter et fideliter ("bravely and faithfully")

- Gladiator in arena consilium capit ("the gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena")

- Grandescunt aucta labore ("by work, all things increase and grow")

- Humilitas occidit superbiam ("humility kills pride")

- Igne natura renovatur integra ("through fire nature is reborn whole")

- Incepto ne desistam ("may I not shrink from my purpose")

- Magna est vis consuetudinis ("great is the power of habit")

- Memento mori ("remember you must die")

- Memento vivere ("remember you have to live")

- Memores acti prudentes future ("mindful of what has been done, aware of what will be")

- Morior invictus ("death before defeat")

- Non ducor, duco ("I am not led, I lead")

- Omne initium difficile est ("every beginning is difficult")

- Ordo ab chao ("order out of chaos")

- Palma non sine pulvere ("no reward without effort")

- Pax vobiscum ("peace be with you")

- Praesis ut prosis ne ut imperes ("lead in order to serve, not in order to rule")

- Praemonitus, praemunitus ("forewarned is forearmed")

- Primum non nocere ("first do no harm")

- Qui non proficit, deficit ("he who does not advance, goes backward")

- Qui totum vult totum perdit ("he who wants everything loses everything")

- Sapientia potentia est ("wisdom is power")

- Si vis amari, ama ("if you wish to be loved, love")

- Sic parvis magna ("greatness from small beginnings")

- Sic vita est ("such is life")

- Suum cuique ("to each his own")

- Tempus fugit ("time flies")

- Tendit in ardua virtus ("virtue strives for what is difficult")

- Ubi concordia, ibi victoria ("where is unity, there is victory")

- Vacate et scire ("be still and know")

- Veni, vidi, vici ("I came, I saw, I conquered")

- Verba volant, scripta manent ("words fly away, writing remains")

- Vincit qui se vincit ("he conquers who conquers himself")

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Ah! Just saw the ask about TFP Orion Pax- Shiny And New

( https://archiveofourown.org/works/39206949/chapters/98096523 )

is a Smut centered around trying to get Orion's memories back haha. It has context from Fortuna Primagenia but as a standalone it's still sooo good.

Anyways, if you find anything with a similar premise I BEG you to share it because there is no idea I love more than having you're beautifully learned and kind Optimus factory reset to Cybertronian standards and STILL falling for a human.

I've beaten you to it, anon hahaaaa!! I've read that so many times. It's the mommy kink that gets me hohhh damn....

I believe I've written something similar with Orion (though it was when I had first started writing so it's a bit bleh to me). It'll be in my masterlist some where, you'll just need to go digging for it

#tfp optimus #tfp orion #valveplug #asks

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Religion: Aeonism

Pantheon

Aeonism centers around a diverse pantheon of deities, each governing different aspects of the cosmos, nature, and human experience. The gods and goddesses of Aeonism are believed to have emerged from the primordial chaos and brought order to the universe.

1. Solara - Goddess of the Sun and Light

2. Lunara - Goddess of the Moon and Night

3. Terranus - God of Earth and Nature

4. Aquamara - Goddess of Water and Oceans

5. Zephyra - Goddess of Wind and Sky

6. Ignis - God of Fire and Forge

7. Vita - Goddess of Life and Healing

8. Mortis - God of Death and the Afterlife

9. Sapiens - God of Wisdom and Knowledge

10. Bellum - God of War and Valor

11. Pax - Goddess of Peace and Harmony

12. Fortuna - Goddess of Luck and Prosperity

Sacred Text: The Codex of Aeons

The Codex of Aeons is the central sacred text of Aeonism, comprising a collection of hymns, myths, teachings, and laws. It is divided into four main sections:

1. The Genesis of Gods - Accounts of the creation of the world and the birth of the gods from the primordial chaos.

2. The Hymns of Reverence - Songs and prayers dedicated to each deity, outlining their domains and how to honor them.

3. The Myths and Legends - Stories of the gods’ interactions with each other and with humans, offering moral and ethical lessons.

4. The Sacred Laws - Guidelines for living a life in harmony with the will of the gods and the natural order.

Key Beliefs and Practices

• Polytheism: Worship of multiple deities, each with their own distinct domain and attributes.

• Reverence for Nature: Deep respect and veneration for the natural world, believed to be the manifestation of the gods’ powers.

• Sacred Rituals: Regular ceremonies and festivals dedicated to different gods, often involving music, dance, and offerings.

• Pilgrimages: Journeys to holy sites associated with particular deities, believed to bring spiritual benefits and divine favor.

• Divination and Oracles: Seeking guidance from the gods through various means, such as reading omens, casting lots, or consulting priestesses and priests.

Myth Example: The Tale of Solara and Lunara

In the beginning, there was only chaos. From this chaos emerged Solara and Lunara, twin sisters who brought light and darkness to the world. Solara, radiant and warm, ascended to the heavens and became the Sun, casting her golden light upon the earth. Lunara, serene and cool, rose to the night sky and became the Moon, her silver glow guiding travelers through the darkness.

Despite their differences, the sisters loved each other dearly. They agreed to share the sky, each taking turns to rule. This cycle of day and night brought balance to the world, allowing life to flourish. Humans, grateful for their light and guidance, built temples to honor Solara and Lunara, celebrating their eternal dance.

Sacred Law Example: The Law of Harmony

• Respect for All Life: Every creature, great or small, is a creation of the gods and should be treated with respect.

• Balance in All Things: Live a life of moderation, avoiding excess and striving for balance in mind, body, and spirit.

• Honor the Deities: Offer prayers and sacrifices to the gods regularly, showing gratitude for their blessings and seeking their favor.

The Clergy

The clergy of Aeonism consists of priests and priestesses dedicated to specific deities. They are responsible for conducting rituals, maintaining temples, and offering guidance to the followers. The high priest or priestess, chosen through signs and omens from the gods, oversees the entire religious community.

Festivals and Holy Days

• Festival of Solara: Celebrated at the summer solstice, marked by feasts, dances, and sun-themed decorations.

• Lunara’s Night: Observed during the winter solstice, featuring moonlit vigils, storytelling, and night-time rituals.

• Harvest Festival: A time to honor Terranus and Aquamara, giving thanks for the bounty of the earth and sea.

Conclusion

Aeonism is a rich and complex polytheistic religion that emphasizes harmony with nature, respect for the divine, and the interconnectedness of all life. Its sacred text, the Codex of Aeons, serves as a guide for its followers, offering wisdom and inspiration through its myths, hymns, and laws.

#polytheism

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cinquecolonnemagazine · 2 years ago

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Tredicesima Giornata di Serie A 2023/2024: il ritorno di Mazzarri

Questa Tredicesima Giornata di Serie A 2023/2024 non ha cambiato la coppia al vertice che rimane sempre la stessa. Inter e Juventus hanno preferito trovare una pax pugnandi piuttosto che farsi una guerra all'ultimo sangue. Il Milan riesce anche se con sacrificio e tanta fortuna a mantenere la terza posizione ma il Napoli lo insegue a 2 punti. La gara degli azzurri Proprio dei partenopei vogliamo parlare. La cura Mazzarri ha fatto effetto subito non solo per l'ottimo risultato (vincere a Bergamo è sempre una doppia soddisfazione) ma soprattutto perché finalmente dopo i balbettii francesi sono arrivati i discorsi toscani chiari e precisi che si erano interrotti dalla partenza di Spallettone che oggi dà virtualmente il cambio del testimone a Mazzarone (Non a caso era allo stadio ieri sera). Finalmente si è rivisto un gioco di squadra, un allenatore che sa cosa far fare ai suoi uomini, dei difensori che difendono, dei centrocampisti impostano e degli attaccanti che segnano. Sembra semplice no? È il gioco del calcio da quando esiste ma i francesi questo ancora non l'hanno capito. Pagelle azzurre Torniamo a noi. Ieri, finalmente, si è rivista la squadra campione d'Italia che gioca per un'ora a tutto campo e mettendo alle corde i Bergamaschi, i quali fanno qualcosa solo nei 20 minuti del secondo tempo. Abbiamo rivisto il leone camerumenese Anguissa che ha lottato a tutto campo, il super capitano Di Lorenzo e Lobotka tornare a gestire il centrocampo. L'attacco ritrovato con Kvara devastante e Osi che con il suo rientro darà la forza a tutto il reparto. Infine, è tornata la cosa più importante: lo spirito di squadra perso nei meandri del Louvre ed invece ritrovato in un Caciucco livornese ed ottimamente cucinato dallo Chef Walterone. Con fiducia guardiamo avanti, sperando anche in un richiamo veloce della preparazione ma su questo Pondrelli è maestro. Il tutto in modo tale da affrontare Real Madrid, Juve ed Inter al meglio. Diamo un bel 7 a tutti ed un 8 a Mazzarri. Con fiducia andiamo a Madrid. Ad Maiora Read the full article

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silverview · 2 years ago

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so i used to play in a modified dnd game that was set in a sort of fantasy early modern merchant republic, and my character was the ghost of a knight who'd been dead & asleep for 100s of years, since the area was part of a feudal monarchy. so his main thing was was being a fish out of water & grieving the loss of that world + his place within it

BUT he DID find a new purpose, namely, dedicating himself to the service of one of the other player characters. she was a vampire countess from a part of the world that was still doing feudalism. she was strong & a good fighter, but he still LOVED trying to protect/do things for her. she was a natural leader & he loved following her. to him, she represented the elegance & order of the life he left behind. the irony being that she was actually a progressive, irreverent free spirit who hated being a countess & was always trying to find her own identity away from that world. but out of kindness or convenience she let him be her knight

anyways. it still makes me insane whenever i think about it. lady & knight dynamic. undead goths. non-zero amount of innuendo about swords. in one adventure they literally went undercover as a married couple. head in my hands

#pax fortuna #oh you like a ship from an obscure show? try liking a ship from an obscure show you were personally in #when will it end

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sporadicarbitergardener · 2 years ago

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October 27, 2023

The teacher mentioned Felicita she has the same name as me and also has the same birthday as me as well. As life goes on right now. I am her reincarnated I recall the prison time and also the womans perputa this is crazy. Feels good to know that I was brought back and this time it was after Jesus died and now I am here in time of Revelations as well. Since there is so much about who believes in God or not. People expect believers to always give up everything.

Can't make women who believe in God surrender there rights to vote right now across the world children are ding day by day and this is scary as well because this takes so much mental will power to stay in this. It is amazing Felicita died in C. 203

Here is am reborn as Felicity Lyn Seymour but technically my last name is barker by blood rights and well being honest in this present time of being alive I am seen as a witch as well.

Noone will believe me because noone will ever want to see a woman to be a thing as such because right now times are hard and America is scared as well as life is going on .

I really want people to know I am non denomination. I am just sharing information. Please don't message me to kill myself again.

In ancient Roman culture, felicitas (from the Latin adjective felix, "fruitful, blessed, happy, lucky") is a condition of divinely inspired productivity, blessedness, or happiness. Felicitas could encompass both a woman's fertility and a general's luck or good fortune.[1] The divine personification of Felicitas was cultivated as a goddess. Although felicitas may be translated as "good luck," and the goddess Felicitas shares some characteristics and attributes with Fortuna, the two were distinguished in Roman religion.[2] Fortuna was unpredictable and her effects could be negative, as the existence of an altar to Mala Fortuna ("Bad Luck") acknowledges.[3] Felicitas, however, always had a positive significance. She appears with several epithets that focus on aspects of her divine power.

Felicitas had a temple in Rome as early as the mid-2nd century BC, and during the Republican era was honored at two official festivals of Roman state religion, on July 1 in conjunction with Juno and October 9 as Fausta Felicitas. Felicitas continued to play an important role in Imperial cult, and was frequently portrayed on coins as a symbol of the wealth and prosperity of the Roman Empire. Her primary attributes are the caduceus and cornucopia.[4] The English word "felicity" derives from felicitas.

As virtue or quality

Phallic relief with the inscription "Felicitas dwells here" In its religious sense, felix means "blessed, under the protection or favour of the gods; happy." That which is felix has achieved the pax divom, a state of harmony or peace with the divine world.[5] The word derives from Indo-European *dhe(i)l, meaning "happy, fruitful, productive, full of nourishment." Related Latin words include femina, "woman" (a person who provides nourishment or suckles); felo, "to suckle" in regard to an infant; filius, "son" (a person suckled);[6] and probably fello, fellare, "to perform fellatio", with an originally non-sexual meaning of "to suck".[7] The continued magical association of sexual potency, increase, and general good fortune in productivity is indicated by the inscription Hic habitat Felicitas ("Felicitas dwells here")[8] on an apotropaic relief of a phallus at a bakery in Pompeii.[9]

In archaic Roman culture, felicitas was a quality expressing the close bonds between religion and agriculture. Felicitas was at issue when the suovetaurilia sacrifice conducted by Cato the Elder as censor in 184 BC was challenged as having been unproductive, perhaps for vitium, ritual error.[10] In the following three years Rome had been plagued by a number of ill omens and prodigies (prodigia), such as severe storms, pestilence, and "showers of blood," which had required a series of expiations (supplicationes).[11] The speech Cato gave to justify himself is known as the Oratio de lustri sui felicitate, "Speech on the Felicitas of his Lustrum", and survives only as a possible quotation by a later source.[12] Cato says that a lustrum should be found to have produced felicitas "if the crops had filled up the storehouses if the vintage had been abundant if the olive oil had flowed deliberately from the groves",[13] regardless of whatever else might have occurred. The efficacy of a ritual might be thus expressed as its felicitas.[14]

The ability to promote felicitas became proof of one's excellence and divine favor. Felicitas was simultaneously a divine gift, a quality that resided within an individual, and a contagious capacity for generating productive conditions outside oneself:[15] it was a form of "charismatic authority".[16] Cicero lists felicitas as one of the four virtues of the exemplary general, along with knowledge of military science (scientia rei militaris), virtus (both "valor" and "virtue"), and auctoritas, "authority." Virtus was a regular complement to felicitas, which was not thought to attach to those who were unworthy.[17] Cicero attributed felicitas particularly to Pompeius Magnus ("Pompey the Great"),[18] and distinguished this felicitas even from the divine good luck enjoyed by successful generals such as Fabius Maximus, Marcellus, Scipio the Younger and Marius.[19]

The sayings (sententiae) of Publilius Syrus are often attached to divine qualities, including Felicitas: "The people's Felicitas is powerful when she is merciful" (potens misericors publica est Felicitas).[20]

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