#sic semper tyrannis

[oxygenisachoice]

My Ides of March drawing I made last year

[mesterspets]

Happy Ides of March! Don’t forget to stab Caesar!

[themadmorrigan]

Sic Semper Tyrannis Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Mystery of the Peacock's Eye

Ship(s): Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra

Status: Ongoing, Chapter 2/10 (planned)

Rating: M

Word Count: 6836 (13,353 total)

Summary: Elain makes preparations to leave for Eris' boat, but is waylaid by Nesta first. Then, after a series of winnows, she takes in the town of Cape Mist and realizes that perhaps Rhys and his court may not be the most objective people about Autumn. Finally, she meets up with Lucien to plan, but pride gets in the way. She ends up learning far more about him than she ever wanted or needed to know.

(Big thanks to @olenvasynyt for beta'ing this chapter for me!)

Read Chapter 2 here!

Start at the beginning!

Chapter Snippet:

“You’ve gotten sloppy,” her older sister says by way of greeting, catching a very surprised Elain as mid-tiptoe as she makes her way down the stairs, luggage in tow.  Nesta isn’t even supposed to be here this time of day - usually, she’s up at the crack of dawn and out training. Yet there she sits in full Illyrian leathers, elegant hands wrapped around a mug of bitter herbal tea, lying in wait like a trapdoor spider.  Elain gapes for a moment before recovering. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Nesta,” she says breezily, even as her cheeks flush and her grip tightens on a leather suitcase large enough to hold a week’s worth of outfits. Nesta’s cool grey eyes flick between her and the offending item. “Don’t you now.” It isn’t a question. Elain watches warily as one hand disappears into a pocket. When it emerges, she holds out something small and golden, pinched between thumb and index finger. She squints. It’s a wax seal. Not just a golden wax seal - the wax seal from Eris’ invitation, which Elain had absentmindedly tucked away with the rest of her collection.  Drat. In her sentimentality, she hadn’t considered what the relief on the seal actually depicted before adding it to her keepsakes.

Tags: @what-about-elvenis

[auntierayeraye]

sic semper tyrannis

Deny Defend Depose

[fatherflytrap]

🏺🐾 ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ

[ratligion-official]

We each have our gods, but the dark gods are an accepting bunch. I can bring your name on our lips, sing praises to your gods in battle. Accept them as one in our pantheon.

But.

I ask not that you submit to me. But to fight along side me. To come and wage war. There are those who require aid, whose spirits must be lifted. Your flock, they carry the will of the gods themselves. Let their voices fill the air with their hymns as we clash against the tyrant.

Do stand with us oh humble lord. Will you fight along side us for true freedom?

I stand here, a humble servant of the gods themselves, asking for aid. I kneel to thee. For your voice, your authority. It is weight that can decide the fates of many. I shall await your answer with bated breath oh lords. I hope you will make the right decision.

We appreciate your offer of an alliance and we shall agree as long as you will fight for our lands aswell.

We will help thy kind and we shall win this battle together.

We do not count you as part of us,but we are willing to count you as with us.

We pray for you and your people,and may your fighting spirit be as strong as ours.

May the giant rat protect us all.

Best of wishes,

the first rat messiah

[the-irreverend]

Tough choice, ain't it?

[alasforsooth]

Resist.

[kookieinablanket]

Tis the day people, Sic semper tyrannis!

Happy holidays!

[twosides--samecoin]

thus always to tyrants

[themushroomgoesyeet]

Happy stabbing Caesar day everyone!

I managed to convince my family to celebrate with me by making a meal about it

I especially had fun with the ours derves

[nickolops]

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS

Fanart of one of my favourite SCPs, SCP-2578-D, the machine that kills fascists. I think that clarifies where I stand on fascism lmao. Ignore what continent it's floating above, or the coordinate in the email text in the upper left hand corner, they don't mean anything at all. Since D is described as looking like a horseshoe crab, I took inspiration from Kabutops and Genesect for the design.

Any day now.

[themadmorrigan]

WIP Wednesday!

Today, I present an excerpt from Chapter 3 of Sic Semper Tyrannis!

Lucien is waiting for her in the ship’s narrow hallway shortly after she arrives, staring with an unreadable expression out at the misty ocean ahead. He looks… nice, she supposes. Better than nice, she is willing to admit though she’d never say so out loud. He is glamoured much in the way she is, but a glamour can't hide his physique and the fitted cut of his peacock blue jacquard tunic and pants. A gold necklace with teal gems set into it lies upon his golden chest, and he sports a matching ring, as well as matching nails to his outfit. Elain is pretty certain - 99% - that males… pardon, men…  on the other side of the wall do not use nail varnish at all.  She glances down. Mother - even his shoes are on theme.  “Like what you see, Mademoiselle Rose?” “You look like a robin’s egg, Master Peacock,” Elain declares tartly, ripping her gaze away and following his own to look at the chill teal sea. There is no way - none whatsoever - that she will admit to the effect his outfit is having on her. Instead of a cutting remark in return, he merely shrugs. “You know what they say: ‘when robins appear, loved ones are near’.” She rolls her eyes, hard. “But suit yourself, Lady. Maybe one of the other guests will appreciate it more.���  It's hard to decide whether Elain likes him in his new glamour. His skin is a shade or two darker now, a deep golden olive tone. The red hair’s been replaced with black; short, shaggy curls frame his face, which is mostly the same but the nose is a hair thinner, his lips every so slightly less plush, and his jawline and cheeks are now sharp enough to cut glass.  Finally, Lucien turns to face her and she finds the most unsettling part of his new disguise: his limpid hazel eyes. Both of them, set into a scarless face. He’s beautiful, in a classical sort of way but in this form, he looks uncomfortably like… Well, the Shadowsinger. And judging by the look on his face - which is mostly full of horror, with traces of deep sadness and longing - whatever new guise she’s been granted is affecting him just as much. All Elain knows is that her hair is darker now, glossy and brown-black instead of its light golden brown, and that her skin is a rosier shade of tan. “Lu - erm - Peacock?” she asks, tilting her head questioningly to the side.  He blinks, then catches himself. “I - sorry.” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” It takes several long moments until Lucien is able to form his response, and when he does, it’s in a tone Elain has never before heard from him. “I reckon I just did.”

Let me know what you think! :D

[auntierayeraye]

Three versions of sic semper tyrannis

[divinegayness]

Fuckin love Tumblr holidays man like yeah fuck it let’s all pretend to stab Ceasar again every March for the hell of it

[actually-cassandra-said-stfu]

i know everyone wants to kill a tyrant today, but remember that julius caesar was a populist killed by rich men, so the situation was a little more complex…

that being said, sic semper tyrannis and beware the ides of march!