sicilitude

[sicilitude]

//lol I started posting on this account again just in time to get blindsided by a TLT hyperfixation 😭 oopsies

[sicilitude]

oops

#I didn't think I'd want him again and yet here I am #a fool #booboo's to be exact #ooc: out of coffee

[sicilitude]

She looks up at the sky with Ada and grimaces. What's up there? The sun? Don't you recognize it? "I won't ask, then," she says, out loud, drawing attention to the thing she won't ask. "Tell me you're going somewhere nice. I need recommendations, things to do; I don't know what the good shops out here are."

@sicilitude

"Ahoy over there!' A familiar face amongst the crowd. Ada pushes her way through, careful not to allow her precious currywurst get smooshed and greets Viola with a grin. "Wie gehts?"

#die-haptstadt

[sicilitude]

Are you ready to get some of this pertussy? *coughs on you*

I--what

[sicilitude]

During a dreary breakfast, when all the knights and servants of Hohenstaufen castle had grown unbearably weary and restless with useless waiting, the wife of the First Stewart to the Emperor leaned over to her cup bearer, whispered in his ear, and gestured at a young knight sitting at the edge of his table.

It was a cold morning in February in the year 1228, and the Main Hall's hearth fires roared and crackled, blisteringly hot to ward off the cold of winter. As frost melted off stone walls, it became vapor and mingled with the castle's natural smells and with the musk from hay used in bed pallets. The yellow fire cast long shadows which the scant bit of bright morning light passing through the high windows could not banish, and those shadows hung heavy on the chattering, animate faces lined up at the long tables. Many of those faces were the household's staff: cooks, laundresses, weavers, money counters, groomsmen, physicians, beekeepers, attendants, administrators, so on and so forth. Others were of secular knights: the household knights, a few penitents passing through on their way to the Holy Land, the personal retinues of a handful of guests; a few of these still slept on the table closest to the fire. They'd arrived late last night and had to stand in the freezing air until the night guard opened the gate, and thus were permitted to sleep in late. Food already trickled down from the main table to those staff and knights, but the table furthest from the fire (at which sat a number of holy knights, clergymen, pilgrims, and monks) had already been fed and cleared.

Viola of Sicily--the wife of the First Stewart to the Emperor--watched her cup bearer circle the room from her vantage point at the mostly-empty main table. She'd arrived to breakfast a bit late--understandable, given how late she'd arrived at the Hohenstaufen Castle last night, and how long she'd spent waiting out in the cold--and found herself in want of company. Luckily, her husband already told her that another immortal was staying in the castle--a young man named Gilbert who had taken holy orders with the Teutonic Knights. She watched the boy closely as her cup bearer lead him back to the main table, and smiled when he was presented.

"Hello, young Master Gilbert," Viola said, gesturing to the seat beside her. "As my servant here told you, I am Viola of Sicily. My Husband--Heinrich of Frankfurt--told me about you. Would you sit with me a while? I'd like to get to know you."

@mauerfrau

#mauerfrau #but daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad I don't wanna go on crusade | 1228 #I cannot lie I have been struggling so much with DM brain #I keep catching myself typing “Gilbert thought” “You see” “She seems to” and that. Is not correct.

[sicilitude]

"Oh Ada, Ada!" Viola sighs, dramatic as always. She reaches out to greet Ada, and in spite of herself, smiles. "I'm exhausted. Is Berlin always this busy? It seems exhausting. How are you; is something happening?"

@sicilitude

"Ahoy over there!' A familiar face amongst the crowd. Ada pushes her way through, careful not to allow her precious currywurst get smooshed and greets Viola with a grin. "Wie gehts?"

#die-haptstadt #yoooooooo

[sicilitude]

"take your time and be sure."

Dune.

Hand over her heart, mouth curled into a mean, pleased little smile, Viola twisted the ancient key in the ancient lock in an ancient gate and swung it open. Poor Peter! She thought, glancing him over. She thought he was putting on a brave face about this whole thing, and resolved not to let him off easy.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic about it!" she teased, leading him into the cool, dry air of the catacomb. "I'm sure it's fine! What, who's gonna tell me that I'm not allowed to bring guests below the city? The mayor? He can't tell me anything." Before them stretched a well-lit checker-tiled staircase with high, arched ceilings. A good distance down into the depths, the floor leveled out and the pathway narrowed to accommodate some thin metal grates, which separated onlookers from standing shrouded mummies. "The are that's open to tourists isn't nearly as interesting as some of the stuff back here. That big-dick saint that I was telling you about is back here, and so is the panty-thief ghost, and the monk wing. Come on; you'll like it. It's fun!"

#bates--boy #it's been a while but one of the drafts I have is about Viola setting up a vacation for Peter #She was just going to tell him about some of the sex pest ghosts in palermo #and I thought this would be a fun little follow up <3

[sicilitude]

* FRANK HERBERT'S DUNE PROMPTS ,

"something cannot emerge from nothing."

"any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere."

"the mind commands the body and it obeys."

"desperate people are the most dangerous."

"the concept of progress acts as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future."

"hard tasks need hard ways."

"you must teach me someday how you do that, the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters."

"i cause pain out of necessity."

"you must learn to rule. it's something none of your ancestors learned."

"people need hard times to develop psychic muscles."

"what is important for a leader is that which makes him a leader."

"the people who can destroy a thing, they control it."

"be prepared to appreciate what you meet."

"take your time and be sure."

"it is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future."

"survival is the ability to swim in strange water."

"you fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood!"

"even occasional greatness will destroy a man."

"humans are almost always lonely."

"my father once told me that respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality."

"greatness is a transitory experience. it is never consistent."

"from the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain."

"climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain."

"knowing where the trap is—that's the first step in evading it."

"may this place give you as much pleasure as it has given me."

"paradise on my right, hell on my left and the angel of death behind."

"try looking into that place where you dare not look! you'll find me there, staring out at you!"

"it's shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

"i often wonder in these later days if anything about him was as it seemed."

"the storm passed through us and around us, it's gone, but we remain."

"the mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience."

"mood's a thing for cattle or making love, it's not for fighting."

"fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration."

"when you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense."

"hope clouds observation."

"one should never presume one is the sole object of a hunt."

"if you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken."

"science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained."

"what senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?"

"the power to destroy a thing is the absolute control over it."

"highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new."

"i should like friendship with you ... and trust."

"a killer with the manners of a rabbit—this is the most dangerous kind."

"once you've given orders on a subject, you must always give orders on that subject."

"prophets have a way of dying by violence."

"do as she says, you wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd!"

"this world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life."

"a ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel."

"the mind can go either direction under stress—toward positive or toward negative: on or off.

"the human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive."

"a stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both."

"greatness is a transitory experience, it is never consistent."

"do not count a human dead until you’ve seen his body, and even then you can make a mistake."

"but it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal problems."

"but it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish."

"the person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in."

"i am not the kind of person i want to be."

"there was no mercy where there could be no stopping."

"your life is stolen."

"the hunter does not seek dead game."

"are you already training my replacement?"

"we tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s really chewing on us."

"where the fear has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain."

"what do you despise? by this are you truly known."

"i should've suspected trouble when the coffee failed to arrive."

"sad? nonsense! parting with friends is a sadness. a place is only a place."

"who asks for justice? we make our own justice."

"behold, as a wild ass in the desert, go i forth to my work."

"in such perfection, all things move towards death."

"there is probably no more terrible instant of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man—with human flesh."

"i never could bring myself to trust a traitor."

"i must not fear."

"a plan depends as much upon execution as it does upon concept."

"what is the son but an extension of the father?"

"you have eyes, yet cannot see without light."

"proper teaching is recognized with ease, you can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known."

"it's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire."

"fear is the mind-killer."

"the way the mind will lean under stress is strongly influenced by training."

"to accept a little death is worse than death itself."

"life produces a different taste each time you take it."

"it's what we were meant to do."

"i see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms."

"a popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful."

"don't sit with your back to any doors."

"there's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of..."

"any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die."

"we went soft, we lost our edge."

"you can’t buy security."

"we faced it and did not resist."

"thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind."

"there is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors."

"it is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

"what has mood to do with it?"

"the day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you."

#guess what I found <3 #I have a few old drafts to work through and a starter to get out so :eyes:

[sicilitude]

13thC Venetian noblewomen in love 🧡

[sicilitude]

got roped into no knight november they took my armor and my halberd and all m,y cool livery with the heraldic beasts and they sold my noble steed to arbys and now im just walkin around in the mud kicking rocks or whateveer

#B)

[sicilitude]

[sicilitude]

A TV series about the early Roman emperors, except:

It's a comedy.

It starts with Julius Caesar (who keeps correcting the narrator that he's a dictator, not an emperor, as if it makes any difference).

The narrator skips over military campaigns like the Gallic War and Claudius' conquest of Britain in favor of "Haha check out Augustus' shitty poetry" and "Caesar once tried to overthrow the republic with a wardrobe malfunction."

You can tell the narrator gets bored of certain emperors because he keeps going off on tangents about Julius and Augustus after they're supposed to be dead.

The characters get frustrated because they're trying to act out a serious drama but nooo the narrator would rather gossip and it's only 50% in chronological order.

Some of the characters start pointing out things the narrator says that are physically impossible, don't make logical sense, or which their enemies made up.

Tiberius storms out partway through his episode and the rest of the narrative has him played by a sock puppet voiced by Caligula doing a falsetto.

Caligula attempts to sic the Praetorian guards on the narrator for making up filthy lies about him. Like, he's still a huge dick, just not in the way the narrator claims.

Claudius just wants to teach the audience cool facts about the Etruscans but the narrator talks over him.

Nero is actually a Korean boy band singer who keeps trying to explain to people he's a musician, not the emperor, and isn't sure what he's doing in ancient Rome. No one listens.

Galba is played by Rob Halford, the "stately homo of heavy metal."

Galba, Otho and Vitellius have to share an episode, and even then the narrator half-asses it and leaves with 10 minutes of runtime to fill, at which point the characters (including the dead ones) break into the production studio and reveal the narrator is Suetonius.

[sicilitude]

//so now that I'm settled and have some time who wants to write a 500k historic epic

#ooc: out of coffee #/jk haha unless?

[sicilitude]

A rundown of things that happened in Miss Sicily's absence:

Ivan is in his gym rat with an eating disorder era

Alfred is on the verge of breaking up with the girl that he's been cheating on

Ludwig is studying medicine

Matthew and Ludwig's wedding is drawing ever closer

Peter is an internationally acclaimed music artist and writer of books and fictional podcasts

Raivis is an uncle

Francis has another beau

chinhands so nothing has changed in a year, then. Lovely. But. Who's Raivis? And who's calling me miss anyway

#//thank you anon! I appreciate your time

[sicilitude]

I'm calling that good enough for government work

oh no I need to go through my pages again don't I

#ooc: out of coffee

[sicilitude]

oh no I need to go through my pages again don't I

#ooc: out of coffee

[sicilitude]