#Fortuna statue

[benevientowoes]

if ur a tenrose fanatic like me u need to trust me when i tell u that u need to read the stone rose they are sickeningly in love in it

#the doctor literally sculpts a statue of her in perfect detail #and then calls her his fortuna 🙁 #AND THEY KISS!!! AHH!!! #it’s so good #tenrose #doctor who

[bandagegirl]

you have no business drawing Midas as cute as you do omg he looks so precious! I can see why Fortuna wants to protecc

#MidasSweep

#arts #cult of the lamb #cotl #midas #fortuna #asks #my midas eats his gold statues

[saintobio]

LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D

♱ status. on-going (slow updates)

♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE LADY

ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE

ACT III. THE KNIGHT

ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS

ACT V. THE BLESSED

ACT VI. THE SIN

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

PROLOGUE 

Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate! 

You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes. 

No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!

In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.

Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.

And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?

Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.

As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.

“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?” 

“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”

Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.

“Will you atone for your sins?” 

“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”

As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.

Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.

“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”

There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.

And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.

“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”

“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”

“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”

In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.

Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince. 

Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?

As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.

Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?” 

Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?” 

She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.

“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.” 

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#series: lltv #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk royal au #slow updates bc sy is prio #i will not write this in archaic english anymore ITS HARD AF #but i had to put this out there so i can remind myself to write it *sobs* #might just write this on the side

[poptartmochi]

i forgot how hard every single second of 4's prologue went omfg

#the entire sequence of Kyrie's song is 😭🤌🏻😚 BUT it never really drops off imo #like.. the fact that nero is blasting rock music in the middle of mass on like.. easter or whatever.. that's hysterical #he doesn't say anything to kyrie when she comes to the pews??? he just puts his headphones on??? #credo's side-eyeing during all of this... nero straight up leaving in the middle of prayer #literally 8-year old sarah is sooo jealous‚ i wish i could leave church like that 😭 #but then the inherent sauce of Dante's entrance... the bit where he looks up at the statue of his father after shooting the pope? UGHHH 🥵 #and then him turning to the congregation and he is SO cold. and the blood - the pope's blood - on his face is so wet! it's SUCH good #direction!! he feels so foreign and frightening in that moment. which is SO ‼️‼️ because it's dante! we know dante! #but fortuna doesn't. ughhhh 😫😫😫😫😫 #i love 5 but imo 4 has the best opening sequence. it establishes the game so well! #sriracha.txt

[000yul]

the thing that strikes me about the hortus de escapismo ending is that

uh.

!! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HORTUS DE ESCAPISMO !!

ok so. the thing that strikes me most about the way the events concluded is that, ultimately, i think the sankta cube god achieves its ideal outcome. you could go so far as to say all according to keikaku, even

- roaming monastery retrieved

- the sarkaz are forced out to the wilderness, and no one complains

- violence/conflict is minimised

now that last point isn’t important to the sankta god because of any humanitarian reasons or anything like that. it’s important because it means no sankta character is significantly newly radicalised by the events of the story.

I think this is the true crisis that the sankta god is panicking about at the beginning of the story - the risk that sankta society sees the beginnings of a collapse because enough people question the awful things it’s built on.

let’s look at lemuen, the face of the ‘moderate’ sankta (bonus that literally she was a head prefect when she was a student). at the beginning of the story, she’s at a stalemate with the abbot because she won’t budge on the sarkaz issue. despite her being so nice!, and briefly leading fortuna to hope that coexistence is possible under the sankta god’s rule. when executor’s group enters the situation, and breaks the stalemate, the way the cards fall is that the abbot gives up hope. he comes to think: “peace wasn’t possible after all.” he accepts laterano’s ultimatum, defeated.

but what if the situation had resolved differently, because maybe someone more prejudiced than executor had been sent in? if things had resolved in violence, I believe lemuen might have come around to andoain’s point of view. after all, she keeps his notebook. his words are dear to her, even if she doesn’t agree. it’s not impossible to think that with more blood spilled, she’d be horrified enough to join him.

this is why executor was chosen. he’s a good man, at heart, and he does defuse the situation when it goes south. but his group being sent to the monastery is also a destabilising element in the situation, and executor himself recognises this.

executor’s partial success is exactly ideal for the sankta god.

it maintains the awful status quo. the question of “how can laterano force such a cruel binary choice on the monastery residents?” is just buried. and to any outsiders, the incident is just going to end up part of the self-fulfilling prophecy that is “ah well. sankta and sarkaz just don’t get along.”

the self-fulfilling prophecy, that by nature of the origins of the sankta, is a crucial pillar to laterano’s continued existence.

#survival is the only law….. or however it was phrased in guide ahead #they’re throwing the seaborn parallels directly in our faces at this point #forgot to mention this but there’s also something to be said about the abbot himself not being more radicalised #in the direction of the seaborn #arknights #arknights spoilers

[cloakedsparrow]

Devil May Cry headcanon: Nero's surname

Nero never had a surname. They don't normally have nameless orphans to worry about in Fortuna, so there was no policy in place to give him one. He was fostered, but never adopted, so he never gained a family name that way.

But it never mattered. He was always known well enough to the people who would need to find him or refer to him, either through his unfortunate origins or status as a knight. He never needed a surname.

He never even realized he might need one until he started the mobile branch of Devil May Cry and some customers (though not all) expected to be given a surname. At first he just awkwardly or irritably explained that he doesn't have one.

Then, the events of DMC5 occur.

The next time Nero is asked to give a surname, instead of explaining yet again that he doesn't fucking have one, he gives the name Vergilson. It works. The name is accepted, he doesn't feel like an unwanted freak for once, and he gets to acknowledge where he came from for the first time in his life. So he keeps using the name. He even starts offering it when introducing himself to clients who don't demand a full name.

A few months later, Dante and Vergil return from the demon realm and Vergil and Nero start spending time together, trying to get to know one another. Nero uses the name without thinking when they take a job together. Without missing a beat, Vergil introduces himself as Vergil Spardason. The client is a little confused that Nero has his father's given name (since it's obvious he's his kid) instead of them sharing a surname, but assumes it's a culture thing since Nero clearly isn't from the mainland.

Nero is a little embarrassed, but he keeps using the name.

Vergil has to hide a smile every time he hears Nero introduce himself as Vergil's son.

#headcanons #ficlet #fanfiction #thoughts #Devil May Cry #DMC4 #DMC5 #Vergil #Nero #Nero Vergilson #Vergil Spardason #Capcom

[zeldasnotes]

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In this post we will look at these asteroids: Fortuna(19), Abundantia(151), Tyche(258), Banks(13956), Mony(7782), Gold (4955), Destinn(6583), Midas(1918),Bless(92891), Wage(22562)

Warren Buffert

6th wealthiest person in the world.

Fortuna conjunct Sun in the 8th house: Fortuna conjunct Sun is such a lucky placement. A sign of living a fortunate life and he got it in the 8th house(other peoples money.)

Abundantia conjunct Pluto: Pluto intensifies anything it touches.

Gold conjunct Jupiter: Jupiter expands anything it touches.

Bless in the 2nd house: He was definitely blessed with money.

Lilith in the 2nd house: Lilith shows where we can have a lot of power if we use Lilith right.

Mony in the 1st house: His image is linked to him having money.

Bill Gates

4th wealthiest person in the world.

Midas in the 1st house: Midas was a king of great fortune and anything he touched turned into gold.

Wage conjunct Uranus in the 1st house: His wages definitely differs from the rest of us and the numbers are shocking(uranus)

Bless in the 10th house: He is definitely blessed when it comes to career and social status.

Fortune in the 8th house: He is fortunate with other peoples money since the money must come from someone before reaching him.

Abundantia conjunct Wage: Basically he gets an abundance of wage.

Banks conjunct Mars: Lets just say that boy got some money in the bank. No but he might be very driven and ambitious with getting money.

Elon Musk

The most wealthy person in the world.

Mony conjunct Saturn: Saturn is where we are ambitious and goaldriven.

Bless conjunct Moon: came from a blessed family line. His mother was blessed with money and beauty too since she was a fotomodel.

Destinn conjunct Bless: Destined to be blessed.

Gold conjunct Pluto: Pluto intensifies and gives power to what it touches.

Abundantia in the 10th house: Known for having an abundance.

Gautam Adani

3rd wealthiest person in the world.

Midas conjunct Mercury: He was not born rich so he had to use his mind/intelligence to become rich.

Abundantia conjunct Moon: A life of abundance. His family line(moon)will be blessed bc of his abundance of money. He secured the future for not only his children but also grandchildren.

Wage conjunct Neptune: She got most people dreamwage.

Venus conjunct North Node: This is a huge sign on living a wonderful life.

Rob Walton

18th wealthiest person in the world.

Fortuna in the 1st house: Shows a very fortunate person. And its what people see when they look at him.

Mony conjunct Jupiter: Jupiter expands and makes anything it touches bigger.

Gold conjunct Venus: Blessed with money.

Bless in the 10th house: He is definitely blessed when it comes to career and social status.

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#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #birth chart readings #asteroids #blessed #ascendant

[osinthewhite]

he spent month studying under Michaelangelo to be able to make her a statue of herself because he loved her so much he wanted to turn her into a god for all to worship and he told her she was his Fortuna

#imagine being this in love #the stone rose #doctor who #10th doctor #10 doctor #rose tyler #rose #tenrose #bbc books

[nouies]

hello and welcome to the february fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Time Stamp: Valentine's Day from Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (E, 1.7k, established relationship, romantic trip, valentine’s day) A romantic weekend away for Valentine's Day

໑ i want real love baby (don't leave me waiting) by loulovep (NR, 2k, established relationship (or not?), farmer harry, city boy louis, fluff, valentine’s day) Harry thought of the perfect date for (his boyfriend?) Louis. Nothing goes to plan.

໑ a little bit of you by @lvinlou (T, 2.3k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o, fairy louis) Louis is a cute omega who loves autumn and baking cupcakes. However, when he goes to the supermarket to get the last ingredient for his recipe, strawberry jam, he meets Harry, a grumpy alpha who is unwilling to hand over the last jar.

໑ your face is like a melody by @meloummy (NR, 2.4k, alternate universe, friends to lovers, singer louis, stage fright) Where Louis is a singer who needs his boy in the most critical moments.

Or where Harry helps his superstar and shows him how much he loves him.

໑ I'm gonna love you forever and ever by houisminou (M, 3k, established relationship, a/b/o au) louis is independent, he is a free omega, except when he is with his alpha, then he just wants to be holded and taken care of

໑ the prints of your hands are still on my canvas by puppyvirginloui (NR, 4.5k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, nesting, jealous harry) Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat.

And then Harry shows up. (Again.)

໑ no one's gonna take my soul away by puppyvirginloui (spanish, NR, 6.7k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, dark fic, shapeshifting, read tags and author’s note) Nunca te metas con un omega en celo.

໑ and then, i wait there for you by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess (M, 9k, established relationship, marriage proposal, valentine’s day, miscommunication) Harry has always dreamed of having his “happily ever after”, but hasn't found the right one yet. Suddenly, he meets Louis.

໑ Fortune cookies by DaxitaIsDaydreaming (spanish, T, 10.6k, friends to lovers, valentine’s day) Louis y Harry han sido amigos desde que tienen memoria. Catorce años, para ser justos. Están enamorados el uno del otro pero ninguno cree conveniente confesarlo por temor a perder la amistad que han construido durante todos estos años. Sin embargo, San Valentín les tiene preparado una sorpresa. Un pequeño empujón en forma de galletas de la fortuna. Depende de ellos el futuro de su relación.

໑ The Unsuccessful Promise by @trysomecats (T, 15k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, high school) At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who has already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis' doting and exasperated parents.

໑ Gemini Rising by Speechless (E, 23.4k, roommates au, quirky harry, frustrated louis, angst and humour) Louis might as well give it a shot.

Maybe - just maybe - if he starts crossing boundaries in the same reckless way Harry does, that lunatic will get the message.

So he starts invading Harry's space any way he can think of.

໑ You Bring Blue Lights To Dreams by @starryhazelou (E, 30k, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, cowboy harry, veterinarian louis, light angst) Finding your soulmate had been described to Harry as, “finding the answers to the universe.” As the years passed, he would become restless trying to find his. Everyone was born with identical birthmarks on their bodies tying them together. With the combination of living in a small town, along with having a mark that was constantly obstructed by clothing, he was beginning to lose hope.

໑ the road not taken by teenytinytomlinson / @hs3lt2 (E, 35k, friends with benefits, famous harry, non-famous louis, holidays) The one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired au.

໑ give my love a four letter name by @levelofcharm (E, 46.6k, enemies to lovers, angel/demon relationship, angel louis, demon harry, supernatural elements) Louis hates Harry because he's a demon. Harry hates Louis because Louis hates him. Things change.

໑ Paradise is getting closer by louislovesh28 (M, 52.6k, friends with benefits, supernatural au, hunter louis, journalist harry, read tags) Louis hated his life, which consisted only of death and destruction. Despite the lives he had saved and continued to save, a part of him couldn't feel satisfied.He had been the one who gave up a normal life and although he knew what was to come, the loneliness had never left him in all these years, not even for a second. He felt it in his heart every time he approached a target, he felt it in the few minutes before falling asleep in his dingy car or while he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before setting off again, and he felt it every time he closed that door behind him.

— extra —  

i don’t usually self promo here but i’d like to invite all of you to read the smau my friend and i are working on. it updates daily in the morning (central time). please check it out, it’s called Running with the Wolves.

#28th appreciation #1dsource #hlcreators #hljournal #artistsof1d #1dficvillage #trackinghome #* #*rec

[grinkubus]

cooking up some dmc ocs. muahaha

Magnus, The brazen bull (dmc4)

22-ish in 4

5'9 in human Form /7'3 in Devil form

Mongolian/Greek ethnicity

Character : determined, forceful, strong desires, enduring, energetic, independent, powerful, good at practical things, selfish, a leader, likes to cook, smokes

Once human, now demon

"Died" during childhood in a fire during a demon attack

His willpower/soul was too powerful so he merged with a demon that attacked his home to stay alive (tbh that part needs reworking so it's still a wip)

Needs to collect demon/human souls to keep his body steady: the souls burn inside of him, like a type of fuel

His muscles are made out of demonic gold, he has a layer of human skin that disguises him a little : however his skin worn out around the hands since his favorite way of fighting is to punch everything

He is able to heat up his fists to either fight or to lighten up his cigs

If he doesn't consume souls his body will stiffen up like a statue until he can't move anymore

His other weapons are a demonic axe and a shotgun

Has a devil trigger, he can't really control it well so he uses it rarely

His battle theme : stvore - flawless victory

He has his own demon hunter business and is successful with it.

Saw Dantes business as competition at first, later on he occasionally works with dante and helps him to find missions or to sell devil arms.

Joined dante on his mission to Fortuna, met Nero.

#artists on tumblr #art #digital art #devil may cry #character design #dmc #original character #dmc 4 #Dmc #Devil may cry oc #Dmc oc #grinkubus ocs #Original character #Wip #I love him shsidjsgd #Created him since I was 14 #now im nearly his age time flies so fast dude

[thirdeyeblue]

Just an audio clip/appreciation post for the wonderful book (AKA canon fanfiction) known as ‘The Stone Rose’ by Jacqueline Rayner. This is near the end of the story, where the Doctor has Rose cross into his timeline to assist his past self [who’s desperately searching for her after he learns she’s been turned to stone].

The audiobook is narrated by David Tennant, because of course it is:

Rose had just settled down and adjusted the metal box thing over her mouth, when the door to the shrine opened. She peered through Fortuna’s legs and saw that, yes, it was the Doctor. He saw the statue. She shrank back as he hurried forward. . . and then he realised that it wasn’t her.

Rose was taken aback. She hadn’t known - how could she know? - what her disappearance had done to him. This Doctor had a look of such despair in his eyes that her heart almost stopped in pity. She wanted more than anything else in the world to jump up, go to him, tell him that everything was going to be all right.

But, what with possibly ripping time and space apart, that was probably a bad idea.

‘Rose is prettier than you,’ the Doctor suddenly said.

#if you’re a tenrose stan and haven’t enjoyed this book #you’d best get on it #this is the shippiest thing in existence #oh and I’m writing a smutty sequel as we speak cough cough #doctor who #ten x rose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #tenrose #david tennant #billie piper #otp #the stone rose #jacqueline rayner #dw audio

[madhatter0309]

I wish I was good at drawing so I could draw Rose’s statue as Fortuna from The stone Rose :(

That novel deserves more hype.

#they kiss at the end and I’m still not over it #he fucking carved a Rose statue #doctor who #rose tyler #tenth doctor #dw #tenrose #timepetals #the stone roses #dw novels

[warframestuff]

STAR DAYS 2024

STEAL HEARTS WITH THESE NEW VALENTINE'S DAY CUSTOMIZATIONS!

It's time once again to fall head over heels for the Origin System's annual Star Days celebration! Starting February 1 at 11 a.m. ET, visit Ticker on Fortuna to see what limited-time items might become the apple of your eye!

Brand-new offerings this year include the Star Days Cervulite Pat Glyph and Star Days Qorvex Heart Glyph, along with several other Glyphs and Customizations perfect for wearing your heart on your sleeve (or chestplate as the case may be).

NEW ITEMS:

Dual Swords Stavika Skin

Necramech Statue

Star Days Cervulite Pat Glyph

Star Days Qorvex Heart Glyph

Monotone Ember Glyph

Monotone Kullervo Glyph

Monotone Mesa Glyph

Monotone Octavia Glyph

Monotone Rhino Glyph

Monotone Styanax Glyph

Monotone Xaku Glyph

Several highly sought-after Rewards from previous Star Days celebrations are also available — including the Eros Wings Ephemera, Cherub Color Palette, Neon Eros Wings, Ticker Floof, and much more! The whole batch will undoubtedly leave you smitten.

RETURNING ITEMS:

Eros Wings Ephemera

Cherub Color Palette

Ticker Floof

Neon Eros Wings

Left Hand Of Eros

Right Hand Of Eros

Star Days Deimos Glyph

Star Days Gauss Glyph

Star Days Helminth Glyph

Star Days Lavos Glyph

Star Days Necramech Glyph

Eros Arrow Skin

Snipetron Blueprint

Ignis Wraith Blueprint

Star Days Grineer Glyph

Star Days Yareli Glyph

Star Days Ordis Glyph

Acceltra Solstice Skin

Skiajati Solstice Skin

Kuva Solstice Cloak

Frostfall Ephemera

Revenant In Action Glyph

Protea In Action Glyph

Xaku In Action Glyph

Star Days Gyre Glyph

Star Days Kavat Glyph

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[aureliaeiter]

Venus Verticordia and the Veneralia

Today marks the beginning of April, a month the Romans dedicated to Venus as it was believed by some like Ovid that this month's name comes from “aphrilis” (Latin for “foam”, which is where Venus came from).

The month starts with the celebration of the Veneralia on April 1. This festivity is dedicated to Venus Verticordia, the “changer of hearts” who made women go from lust to chastity.

Though this festival started for mainly misogynist reasons (like most things in a patriarchal society) I think it's still a beneficial festivity for those of us who seek a meaningful relationship in the current context of hook-up culture we live in, or for those already in a relationship who are looking forward to taking the next step.

How to celebrate?

Cleanse your altar space. During the festival, women would undress Venus' cult image and cleanse both the statue and other accessories she wore such as necklaces. If you have an altar space dedicated to Venus or Aphrodite now's the perfect time to clean it! And if you gave some accessories to your icon as an offering, you could clean them like women did in ancient times.

Self care. Women would take this day to clean both their body and hair. In Ancient times they would do it in front of men at a public bath if they were poor or at the Fortuna Virilis temple if they were rich. This made sense back then since this festival was partly built around women centering men in their lifes. Thankfully we don't live like this anymore, so you can just take your time to take a relaxing bath for yourself and do some self care you don't usually do (like a face mask; nobody has the time to do that daily!). But if you do it to attract a partner, that's okay too! Just be mindful in your purpose with this self care moment.

Drink infused herbs. Ancient Roman women drank a mixture of opium poppy mixed with milk and honey. The reason why is because this was believed to be what Venus drank the day she married Vulcanus, before her wedding. There's a high chance either you don't feel comfortable drinking opiacids or that opium poppy is banned in your country. So instead, you can replace it with other herbs that correspond with beauty and fertility, like roses, lavender, hibiscus or chamomile.

Spend time with Venus or Aphrodite. If you are a devotee of any of these two goddesses (or you sincretise their worship) today is a perfect day to spend some time with them. Pray to them, give them offerings and tell them about the ideal partner you want to attract into your life or the life you've planned with your current partner.

Have a Merry Veneralia ❤️

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[roselyn-writing]

Ardin Kayuel.

Full name: Ardin Martin Kayuel

Nationality: Italian.

Skin tone: Porcelain.

Hair colour: Grey and white colour.

Eye colour: Grey-Blue.

Accent: Italian.

Face-claim: Blake Roman (his VA too).

Languages: English, Italian, French.

Age: 90 Y.O. 17th of May (1111, In Virginian time & year).

Favourite food: Pizza, Bruschetta, Pasta, (Pretty much Italian cuisine), Vanilla gelato.

Least/Hate: Pineapple Pizza (Don’t ever ask him why).

Hobbies:Playing cards, practicing his magic, collection gems, Playing Harmonica/ Armonica instrument, Listening to italian music. Singing Opera, listening to opera.

Aesthetic: Italian, Music, Opera, Food aesthetic, Grey and Silver aesthetic, Good luck four-leaf clover plant.

Favourite colours: Sky Blue, Grey, Silver, White, Black.

Clothing: Roman Robes, Clothes, Black jeans, jackets, casual outfits.

Weapons: none, atm.

Magic: Virginian magic, Manipulate Luck and probability. He fires colourless/invisible blasts and spells; some could say he use telekinesis too. He also steals people luck; resulting in their demise, (No luck no life).

Titles: The Luck Incarnate, Il Dio Di Fortuna (The God/Lord of Fortune)

“I do not need luck because I’m luck itself.”

_________Ardin Kayuel quote.

Ardin’s Lore

Born in the majestic city of Zolin’Tarah. Ardin’s family worked in the mines. They managed to profit off it. Digging out rare and expensive gems and crystals. Selling it to the people who want to buy it. Ardin’s father worked as a miner too to honour his father legacy as the greatest miner ever.

When, Ardin was born, His family's social and financial status was great, it changed for the better once Ardin was born.

His father; Archie was the happiest father ever as his wife, Miranda. They loved Ardin and took care of him. They saw him as their world, They took care of him, They taught him and raised him well.

But, Good things never last, The majestic and Great city of Zolin’Tara was attacked by the Giants — Known for their cruelty and unmercifulness. They breached open the heavy and magnificent walls of the city. Breaking it as if it were nothing.

Then, They killed the people and stocked their bodies for food. The once majestic city bathed in blood and the corpses of its people, Little people managed to escape and among them is Ardin.

His parents, Shielded him and sacrificed themselves so their precious son could escape and live.

After Ardin and a few people who escaped. They sought refuge in the nearest city. Its name is Mika’Asla, There, He vowed he would kill all the Giants, In his heart; There is such unweightable hatred for the Giants.

He met the infamous Giants Slayer, Maghda Saliem, He was inspired by Maghda to kill the giants and wipe them from the face of Virginia.

Once, He was collecting herbs for dinner, Some giants found Ardin and they charged at him, intending to kill him.

Ardin ran away. He managed to run as fast as possible but the Giants were relentless, They intended to kill him. He passed the safest rope bridge, The people named it ‘The Safest Route’

He looked over his shoulder; The giants were still behind him. Desperately, He flicked his finger. One of the ropes that holds onto the wooden blank. Loosened itself, Making the Giants fall and meet their demise.

People saw this. They were astonished and shocked. The bridge never fell and it was a good thing it fell because if it weren’t the Giants would enter the city and kill the people. Then, The people knew that Ardin manipulate luck and fortune.

They named him ‘II Dio Di Fortuna’ which means the entity of luck in Virginian language. In another incident, The Giants also tried to attack Ardin and nearly entering the city, Ardin used his luck magic to move the icy texture of a big ancient mountain, causing an avalanche and drowning in the Giants under the frigid and merciless ice; killing them in the process.

The people of Mika’Asla, Started to see him as a god and they started to worship him and venerate him. Initially, He refused to be seen and treated as a divine being. He was humble and kind. He helped people by doing many things, Mainly, Healing the people, and Finding their lost items and possessions. Saving them from disasters, using his magic to make the lands fruitful and rich, so that they can cultivate it, He is protecting the city from Giants and other threats. And many, many, incidents that the people started to see him as a god.

Years later, He killed many many Giants and other deadly creatures to protect people and his beloved city, Pride, Arrogance and Vanity started to creep into his heart, slowly polluting his mind and affecting his kindness.

He started to become arrogant, prideful. Seeing himself above all people and creatures. Despite all this; The people still love him and worship him.

Finally, He was humbled by Aliyaa, She managed to beat him. She didn’t rely on her magic and gifts unlike him, She relied on herself and her skills.

He apologised for being an arrogant and prideful person, He saw the error of his ways.

He vowed to do better and change. To find redemption; he decided to let go of the past by apologising to people, Declaring that he is not a god or a divine being. He is but a man who was bestowed upon such powers.

The people understood Ardin, They accepted his apology and forgave him. They even thanked him for having the courage to apologise.

Then, Ardin left Mika’Asla city, He decided to join Aliyaa and the others, so that he could find the redemption he seeks.

In Earth-World or simply Earth, He works a physics Teacher in a school. The same one Eevie works as a an English Teacher.

This is Ardin lore! Hope ya like it! 🖤🖤🌹❤️😊.

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[take-taker-taken]

New fic!

This one is a result of an ask from @k-s-c90 - as usual, it’s become a leviathan and so rather than keep her waiting forever, it’s going up in parts.

Quick note - the Latin is all yoinked from ‘O, Fortuna’ because, well. Everyone yoinks from O, Fortuna. What’s being said fits loosely with the plot / what’s occurring but quite honestly it’s there because I needed something. It’s a Medieval England vibe so that’s the setting, if you’re interested. One trigger warning is that this part does include drugging but it’s via magic potion shenanigans.

Call of The Dark

You’ve never known anything but the castle, really. You’ve been told that you weren’t actually born here, but arrived when you were three or four - not sold into slavery but taken due to a debt owed by your father to the ruling Lord. You don’t remember your parents and were raised instead by the other domestic slaves that kept the castle running and they became your family. The head cook doted on you and you even had the privilege of an education via the steward, Jonathan Kemp; normally quite a severe man he had a soft spot for you, telling you once that he lost his own daughter to sickness when she was three. He taught you to read and write, arithmetic and even Latin; you weren’t quite sure what you’d ever be able to do with your knowledge - you were just a slave, after all - but it was nice to have and you absorbed it all like a sponge.

The dreams began to happen as you reached your late teenage years. Noise and violence, shadowy shapes moving in purple mist and a low voice chanting something you could never make out. Every few weeks you would awaken with a start, a feeling of foreboding pressing down on you; a creeping sensation that something was coming. You confided in the steward about them after the fourth or fifth time and he just smiled and said something about your age.

Six months later, the siege happened.

They came in the middle of the night, as you slept in the cellar quarters that you shared with the other female slaves. The attackers were small in number - no more than a dozen in the initial raid party - the Lord’s men-at-arms were no match for their swift and almost silent attack. The first you knew of it was when you were roused from sleep by one of the strangers shouting, commanding you all to the great hall. You went along while an icy feeling of fear washed over you, arriving in the hall to find everyone else already there and looking similarly frightened and concerned. The marshal was held off to one side along with a handful of his men and when you saw the blood that was splashed across their faces your stomach began to swirl…

~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~

“Your Lord is dead,” A man with dirty blonde coloured hair addresses the crowd, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Defeated by the head of our own Ministry, who will now take possession of the castle and of all of you.”

You hear a muted cry that you recognise as the Steward at the news of the Lord’s death but you just feel… numb. Almost as if you knew this was going to happen.

“Your status remains unchanged,” The man continues, looking more closely at those towards the front of the throng, making you feel glad that you’re not stood there. “You will remain slaves, in service to your new master. Any dissidence will be punished.”

You glance to your left, noticing how close the door is… you’re right on the edge of the crowd and at the very back. You look around carefully and then make a split-second decision to take just a couple of fast, silent steps to put you through the door back into the hallway where you came in, though still facing towards the room. You continue to take small steps backwards, gradually increasing your distance from the Great Hall until finally you turn and run, though you keep looking back over your shoulder as you start to move, fearing at any moment that someone will raise the alarm.

If you’d been looking where you were going, you’d have stopped short. As it is, you slam straight into a wall that shouldn’t have been there. A wall that to your horror reaches down and grabs you by the arm, making you realise that it’s not a wall. You look up and freeze in sheer terror at the sight that greets you. A giant of a man dressed all in black, a cloak with high shoulders, making him look bigger still. Black hair flows down his back and a carefully groomed black goatee beard frames a cruel-looking mouth. Cold eyes scan you up and down and you lower your head to stare at the floor, too scared even to scream.

He says nothing, just proceeds to walk briskly towards the great hall, dragging you with him. The crowd parts at the sound of his approach and he passes straight through the middle. He’s about six yards from the blonde man when he flings you forward, sending you stumbling to fall at the front of the crowd. He quickly catches up to you and as you make a move to scramble away he steps on your wrist and for the first time, you cry out. You look up, but he’s surveying the crowd and as he does so, he eases the pressure from his foot slightly but doesn’t remove it - you’re held firmly in place as he begins to speak.

“I’m sure this is quite a shock to you all,” He says, folding his arms across his massive chest. “I am the Undertaker and as you’ve been told, I defeated your Lord and you are now in the service of my Ministry of Darkness.” A murmur ripples through the crowd at the second mention of the Lord’s demise and the big man glares. “Silence!” He shouts and the whole room goes still and quiet. “You are all to remain here in the castle - especially you,” He adds, rocking his foot briefly on your wrist and you hide your face at being singled out and bite back a further cry of pain. “My guards will see you all back to your quarters for now - you’ll continue with your duties as normal.”

In hushed tones people start to move and leave the hall but he doesn’t let you up. He orders his guards to take the men-at-arms to the Keep and the blonde to seek out the Steward. Upon hearing this, Mr Kemp bravely steps forward and announces himself before moving closer.

“Let the girl go, my Lord; she’s just a child.”

“You seek to command me, steward?” Undertaker’s voice is quiet now, though it’s clear he’s not impressed.

Jonathan boldly continues, though drops to a more conciliatory tone. “Of course not, my Lord. She’s but a mere slave and not worthy of your notice.”

“And yet you speak out on her behalf. You will go with Christian now; the girl stays with me.”

~*~ END FLASHBACK ~*~

And so this is where you now find yourself. Huddled on the floor at the feet of a giant - your new master - as everyone else melts away, leaving you all alone. A few seconds pass and then he finally moves his foot away from your arm, but any relief you feel rapidly disappears as he hauls you to your feet. You wrap your arms around yourself and stare at the floor, trying not to shiver because after all, you’re dressed only in the shift of rough cotton that you wear to bed.

“Not so much of a child as the steward made out,” Undertaker comments. “I see rather a womanly figure.” A cold, hard ball of dread settles in your stomach as he adds, “Tell me, slave - why was he so eager to protect you, hmm?”

“I - I don’t know, master.” You whisper, wanting only to run away from him because you know he won’t believe you.

“I don’t take kindly to being lied to, slave; you’d do well to remember that. And so I’ll ask you again - why was the steward so eager to protect you - what’s so special about this little slave?” His voice is still calm, almost hypnotic, but you’re fairly sure it won’t stay that way unless you improve your answer.

“When I was small he - he told me I reminded him of his daughter, master. She died when she was very young. There’s nothing… I - I’m not special, master.”

“You were running away when I arrived.” It’s a statement, not a question and so you say nothing but then he reaches out and jerks your head up, making you whimper in fear. He holds your chin in a tight grip as looks you over carefully and so you’re able to properly take him in, too. His eyes are green, his skin pale and when he speaks you see strong, white teeth. “Nobody else ran, slave… and so I wonder why you did. Tell me.”

You’re out of your depth, here. You’re just a slave - why is he conversing with you? His grip on your jaw relaxes slightly, because he’s expecting you to speak now and if you don’t then goodness knows what he’ll do.

“I - I was scared, master.” You whisper, fixing your eyes on his goatee. “I’ve s - seen you before.” You don’t know what makes you share that information with him but it certainly piques his interest.

“Where have you seen me, slave - where are you from?” As he speaks his hand slides down to your throat where it rests while he awaits your answer. His icy stare bores into you, the blood still pounding in your ears and your heart is racing. You’re cold and frightened and your throat starts to feel as though it’s closing up and then he moves his hold down, bunching his hand in the front of your shift and lifting you up to your toes. “Answer me!”

You screw your eyes shut and try to shrink away as you force out a reply. “Please, master… it’s when I sleep. There’s all purple mist and - and it’s dark… there’s a voice…”

He begins to speak and your eyes fly open because that’s the voice from your dreams. Low, nothing musical about it as the words are delivered in a monotone. You watch in horror as the giant’s eyes are now white as he recites,

“Ludo mentis aciem… egestatem… potestatum… dissolvit ut glaciem… sors imm-”

“Stop, please!”

To your relief he does stop, his eyes returning to normal with a blink and he laughs. A deep and cruel sound that makes it clear he finds your distress pleasing.

“How intriguing that I’ve visited your dreams, little slave. Clearly I was right - you are special.” He releases his grip on your clothing and unhooks a length of rope from his belt. He contemplates you for a few seconds as he manipulates the line and then he tosses a loop over your head and draws it closed around your neck. Instinctively, your hands move to the noose in panic but he barks out a warning, “Leave it!”

Your hands drop to your sides instantly and he continues, “You know your way around this castle, I presume, slave.”

“Yes, master.” You’re staring down at your feet again, but when he pulls on the rope it jerks your head up and you have to stop yourself from reaching for your neck again.

“Show me the way to my chamber.” He wraps the rope around his arm a few times, shortening the length to a few feet and then you hesitantly begin to walk, taking the same exit as Mr Kemp when he’d left with the blonde man. It only takes you a few minutes to reach the Lord’s private chamber and you begin to feel nervous about what’s going to happen next. Sudden footsteps draw the attention of you both and a man rounds the corner towards you, also with flowing blonde hair, though he’s heavier set than the one that did the talking earlier. He comes to a halt and gives a small bow.

“All rooms have been checked, my lord. Everything’s clear and the whole place is under your command.” He pauses and looks at you with a leer. “Is there anything else you require?”

Undertaker gives a brief tug on the makeshift leash and so you take a couple of steps backwards, stopping yourself just before you bump into him but you feel his long coat brushing against your bare calves. You decide in that moment that close proximity to your new master is preferable to that of the other man.

“Gangrel - I’m pleased that you’ve worked so quickly. Go to the cellars and find some wine; bring it back here. And send someone to guard the door.”

The man nods his assent, bows again and then strides off down the hallway. As he disappears from view, Undertaker slackens off the rope again and reaches around you to push open the chamber door. “Let’s go inside, slave.”

You don’t move at first but he doesn’t comment, just walks past you and through the doorway whereupon you’re forced to follow as he tows you behind him. Once inside you go where you’re led as he explores the room and you can’t stop your head from swivelling side to side, taking it all in. You’ve never set foot in here before - the only ones allowed into the Lord’s private chamber are people like his valet and the Steward; people of standing within the castle.

He pauses in front of a large portrait of the now-deceased Lord in all his finery and snorts in disgust. “Such arrogance,” He mutters with a shake of his head. “Decorating the walls with his own image - and in his own chamber, no less.” He reaches up easily and wrenches the picture down before simply throwing it out of the window as you look on, wide-eyed. As he continues to look around, you edge as close to the fire as you can - while it’s no longer roaring there’s a low flame and it’s wonderfully warm. As you enjoy the heat you scrunch your toes into the deep pile of a rug on the floor; it’s very different from the thin reed mats that you’re used to.

As if noticing the warmth himself, Undertaker reaches for the clasp at his shoulder and unfastens it before neatly swirling the cloak up and off, depositing it on a stand nearby. You stare in rapt attention at what the absence of the garment has revealed - huge arms that seem as big as oak branches and on each one there are drawings… you’re sure they have a special name but you can’t recall it. He still hasn’t let go of the rope, though it hangs slack and you wonder whether he might allow you to leave soon.

“Clear off that table, slave. Just drop the things into that box.” You look round at the sound of his voice and see the surface he means and so you quickly move to obey even though it feels terribly wrong to be touching the items. A few small bottles, a comb and even some jewellery; you deposit them all into a small wooden box on the floor, leaving the table bare apart from the dark purple cloth that covers it.

There’s a movement at the open door and the man from before - Gangrel - knocks and then enters. “My Lord - I’ve brought the wine you requested.”

Undertaker is rummaging through a large chest and doesn’t even look up. “Put it on the table and then you can go - what about the guard for the door?”

“On their way now, my Lord.” He sets the bottle and a silver goblet on to the purple cloth and then gives you the same leering smirk as before. “What about the girl?”

You swallow nervously and try to make yourself as small as possible when Undertaker turns around and looks from you, to Gangrel. “She’s staying here. Make sure the guard knows that; the only way she leaves is with me. Close the door.”

Gangrel looks disappointed and casts a sneer in your direction. “As you command, my Lord.”

Your heart rate picks up as the heavy wooden door thumps into place and you’re now shut in with him. He finally drops the end of your leash to the floor and turns his attention to the wine, removing the stopper and pouring a generous amount into the chalice. His hands move to a buttoned holster that’s strapped to his leg and he takes out a black leather pouch. You watch as he removes two small bottles, like the kind you’ve seen from an apothecary, and a little medicine glass that he sets on the table along with the wine. Displaying care and precision, he pours a few drops from each of the bottles into the glass, adds some wine and then uses a silver spoon to mix it all up.

He takes some chalk from the pouch and appears to be drawing something on the purple cloth, but you can’t see. The glass is positioned carefully and then he lights a couple of wide candles and sets them on the table before extinguishing a few of the lamps, casting the room into shadows.

“Kneel down, slave.”

Of course you obey instantly, swallowing down the whimper that tries to escape and bow your head as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. The tears are chased away though, to be replaced by fear as he stands at his makeshift altar and spreads his huge arms wide before beginning to chant.

“Vana salus

Semper dissolubilis

Obumbrata…

Et velata…

Michi quoque niteris…

Michi quoque niteris…”

As frightening as it is, you find that you’re transfixed but you let out a small scream when the candles suddenly spit and flare up and it looks like the liquid in the glass is releasing some kind of vapour. He picks it up and then advances until he’s towering over you like a vengeful god before holding out the glass.

“Drink this.”

You don’t move; you make no action to accept the glass and he frowns. “Either you drink it, slave… Or I’ll make you.”

Your body’s fight or flight response kicks in and you fall backwards, scrambling to get away as still you shake your head ‘no’. He steps on the rope, an action which brings your movement to an abrupt halt though still you strain against it, striving to escape this sinister giant. He growls in displeasure and grabs you by the hair before pulling you close against his body, your back against his chest. “I said drink, slave!” You try to twist your head but it’s futile - he’s so much stronger and his hold is crushing you and when you open your mouth to take a breath that’s it - he pours the liquid straight in and then clamps his hand over your jaw until you’re forced to swallow. It’s not much, a couple of mouthfuls at most, but you cough and splutter as your body gets over the assault and he drops you to the floor again.

You lay there on that same rug you’d been luxuriating in earlier, too scared this time to appreciate its sumptuousness. Your throat is burning but you don’t know if it’s from the rope around your neck, the wine concoction that’s been forced on you, or from the coughing. You curl into a ball and expect to start crying, though no tears come. You want to ask him what he put into that wine and it occurs to you that maybe if you’d done just that, then he might have told you. On the other hand, do you really want to know? You panic for a few seconds that he’s poisoned you, but rationally you understand that’s unlikely. After a while you turn very slightly so that you can peek out from under your arm and see the room. He’s sat in a chair by the bed with the goblet in one hand and a book resting on his lap. You watch for a while and then he speaks.

“Not asleep yet, slave?” He looks across at you and your first instinct is to hide your face again but it’s as though his gaze has you held in place. He sets the book aside and stands up and you suppress a whimper as he approaches. He drops something next to your head and you shrink back as though it was a rock before realising that it’s a small pillow. He hauls a blanket from the bottom of the bed and throws it over you as you lay there, stunned. “I tire of waiting. Sleep now.”

Inwardly you frown in confusion but just reply, “Yes, master. Th-thank you.”

“Do not try to leave this room, slave.” He picks up the other end of the rope and loops it into a knot around his wrist. “Sleep and let the medicine do its work.”

He’s obviously referring to the mixture that you swallowed but why would he give you medicine when you’re not sick? You want to ask but it’s not your place to question him and so when he turns away you position the pillow under your head and draw the blanket around you. You’re starting to feel sleepy now and before long exhaustion takes over and you slip into rest, your last conscious thought being that why does he care whether you sleep or not?

———

He watches from the bed as the air around you changes after you pass into unconsciousness and he doesn’t have to wait for long… He sees your dream, playing out before him like a living diorama. He watches as you stand there, purple mist swirling around your legs, looking nervous.

“Hello?”

The mist climbs higher and seems to get thicker - he observes silently as you pull a hand through it and then wrap your arms around yourself.

“What do you want?”

He smiles as he hears quiet chanting - the same words that he spoke earlier when you had implored him to stop. It has a similar effect now as the incorporeal version of you covers her ears, shaking her head.

“No… no, stop it. Please, I don’t know what you’re saying!”

Not taking his eyes from the scene, he gets quietly to his feet and comes closer. From this angle he now sees you asleep on the floor, curled up beneath the blanket with a small frown on your face. If he wakes you then the spell will be broken and so temperance is required… he needs to influence just enough.

“Michi quoque niteris…” The whispered phrase unlocks the proverbial door and he’s now in the dream - could touch his little dream-slave if he wanted to, but that could spoil things.

“Who… are you? I keep seeing you…”

He tilts his head; closes one hand into a loose fist as he resists the urge to touch. “You know me now, little slave. You’re the reason I came here - it’s the Higher Power that has brought me to you.”

“You’re my master,” There’s less fear in her voice now but then a look of distress crosses her face. “It’s my fault that the lord died.”

He offers no comfort, just gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “That was simply necessary, slave. You’re not to give it another thought.”

“Why did you come here for me?”

He regards her carefully - she’s much bolder inside her head. “Ask me again when you wake up,” He says and then before she can react he adds, “Discedo.”

The air in the room shifts again as the spell ends and he looks down at your huddled figure; the frown has smoothed from your brow and you look peaceful. He nods slowly to himself as a satisfied smile creeps across his lips and then he slips your leash from his wrist briefly while he undresses, replacing it before climbing into bed.

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You awaken, stretch and then in less than a second the memories tumble into your head and you sit up, surprised to find yourself alone. You raise your hand to your neck and run the tips of your fingers across the rope, confirming that what happened last night wasn’t a dream. You look over at the closed door and for a brief moment you consider running before you remember that there’s a guard outside. You pull the blanket around yourself and stand up, seeing that the other end of the rope has been looped over the bedpost. It feels surreal to be standing alone in the Lord’s private chamber and you take a few steps towards the bed before gingerly placing a hand on to the thick mattress. It’s cold, so you deduce that it was vacated a little while ago though his cloak still hangs over the rail on the other side of the room. Your eyes settle on the small table that he used last night and you make your way carefully over to it - as close as the rope allows, that is, because you don’t dare to unhook it and move about freely. The purple cloth still bears evidence from whatever ritual he performed last night, though the chalk symbol seems to have been deliberately wiped through so you’re unable to see exactly what it was. You shudder as you remember his rough hold and being made to swallow the mixture - the ‘medicine’ as he’d called it. Perhaps it had just been to make you sleep… but that wouldn’t have needed any chanting, surely.

A sound outside the door takes your attention and then it opens and Undertaker strides through - he’s even bigger than you remember. He sets a carafe and a plate down on the table as the door closes again as if propelled by an invisible force and you drop to your knees with your head bowed as he takes the rope from the bedpost.

“Come here, slave.” He tugs on the leash as he moves to sit in the armchair by the table and as you’re on your knees you crawl over, leaving the blanket behind. You stop a short distance away and he pulls the rope again, indicating that he wants you closer and so you obey. Staring at his heavy-looking leather boots, you’re busy quelling the desire to beg him to let you go back to the others when his hand dips into your line of sight. He’s holding a small piece of buttered bread and you glance up, curiosity outweighing your fear for the moment.

“Eat,” He says, but when you reach up to take the bread he moves it away. “Open your mouth.”

After last night you don’t dare refuse - plus you’re hungry - and so you do as he says, closing your teeth delicately around the morsel and being careful not to touch his fingers at all. You chew and swallow quickly and then he’s right there with another piece… and another. As well as the bread there’s fruit, cheese, some meat - and bit by bit he feeds it all to you. You get so caught up in the quiet rhythm of it that you forget to be scared and when the plate’s empty you whisper your thanks and he strokes a hand over your hair.

“It’s time to get you cleaned up, slave.” He claps his hands twice and you glance over your shoulder as two figures in brown robes enter the room. Large hoods cover their faces but you can see from their hands that they’re women. “You’ll go with them and allow them to carry out their duties.” He leans down and unties the rope from around your neck but then uses it to pull you in towards him. “If I learn that you’ve misbehaved in any way little slave, I will not be happy - do you understand?”

You’re so close to him that you can see the pores on his skin and when you breathe in you smell leather and incense. His deep green eyes are unblinking and you nod fearfully. “Yes, master.”

He stands up, using a hand underneath your arm to lift you to your feet and then casts you gently in the direction of the robed figures. “Return her to me in the solar chambers,” He orders and they both bow low as he sweeps out of the room.

The women take an arm each and lead you out of the door, along the corridor and then into the Lady’s private chamber - at least, it would be if the old Lord had ever married. You spend the next two hours in a gentle whirl as they bathe you in a tub in front of the fire, wash your hair - twice - trim your nails, rub exotic-smelling lotion into your skin… They don’t speak to you and just diligently complete their work, doing a ‘finger to lips’ motion when you ask them why this is all happening.

Eventually, once you’re clean and dry with your hair combed through, one of the robed women produces a purple tunic-like dress which they help you into and of course it fits perfectly. You revel in the feeling of the luxurious fabric on your skin and wonder if perhaps it’s silk. A pair of soft black slippers are eased on to your feet and then you’re encouraged to stand. Nerves return because you know that they’re going to take you back to him but mindful of his warning you remain docile and cooperative as they again take an arm each and lead you to another room quite close to his private chamber.

The one at your right hand side knocks at the door and then pushes it open without waiting for a response from within. You’re led into a large room and then you realise that there are shelves and shelves of books - a whole library! A fire burns in the grate and he sits beside it in a large wooden seat, looking rather like a king atop his throne. There are thick rugs and animal skins on the floor, just like in his chamber and on the opposite wall, a large window with picture-glass depicting a scene from a fairytale brightens the room. You can’t help gazing around in wonder at all the books but inevitably your eyes come to rest on your new master as the two servants quietly melt away.

He barely looks up until your two escorts have left and so you stand there, feeling awkward. He gets up and walks over to you and for the first time, you don’t drop to your knees - mainly because you’re cognisant of the new clothing you’re wearing and you don’t want to risk ruining it but also so that he can inspect you. You had caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the Lady’s chamber and think that you actually look quite alright, though when he walks around you in a slow circle you start to worry that he’s unhappy with something.

“Better… Much better.” He says, coming to a halt in front of you. You blush, wondering what he thought of you before and then the blush deepens as you recall the colour of the water in the tub after you’d been bathed. You must have really seemed like vermin to him…

“Come and sit with me, slave.” His voice interrupts your thoughts and you realise that he’s already returning to his chair and expecting you to follow. As you approach you notice that there are several pillows on the floor to one side of the armchair, like a little nest. You think that’s where he wants you to sit, but you don’t want to be presumptuous. Fortunately, he notices your predicament and says gently, “Down there, that’s right.”

You place yourself as directed, get comfortable in the pile and stare fixedly at the tassel on the corner of one cushion. You’re positioned very close to his legs, which are encased in the same long boots that he was wearing when he pinned your wrist to the floor last night… feels like a lifetime ago now. You reach out and twirl the tassel through your fingers as you try to make sense of everything that’s happened. He’s been quite kind, really - apart from the medicine thing… he let you sleep by the fire with that huge blanket, he fed you some good food - more than you’d have had otherwise - and then he’s arranged for you to be bathed and given this beautiful dress… and now you’re comfortable in a little area that has obviously been created especially for you.

But why?

“Why did you come here for me?” The words just slip out, unbidden, and you have no idea where they came from. You see one of his legs shift and start to panic, fearing that he’s going to discipline you in some way, but he seems unperturbed.

“You’re mine, little slave. The Higher Power has decreed it.”

The answer puzzles you - you have no idea what he means by a ‘Higher Power’ and you find yourself speaking again.

“But… everything here is yours, master. The castle, all the slaves - everything.” He shifts in his chair and you feel him looking down at you and then he snaps his fingers and you raise your eyes and then your head, wondering if you’ve overstepped.

“You are mine in a much deeper sense,” He says as he smooths his goatee beard. “Surely you realise that, given the dreams you’ve been having?” You look off to the side, unsure of what to say to that and then he goes on. “I saw your dream last night, slave. I spoke to you; do you remember?”

You look down at the floor and frown as you try to replay the events of last night. There was the medicine, he threw the blanket over you and then you went to sleep… You look up at him again as the dream comes back to you. “I asked why you came here, master… and you said to ask you again when I woke up.”

He smiles, though it’s not exactly friendly, more self-satisfied. “Which you just did. Good girl.” He tucks one long finger under your chin so that you continue to look at him. “You will drink that medicine a few times each week.”

You swallow nervously but reply softly, “Yes, master.” Feeling a little braver you decide to venture a question. “Please, master… what’s in the medicine? What’s it for?”

“It will allow me to see your dreams, little slave. You’ll sleep better for it.” He moves his hand and so you lower your head again. He still hasn’t told you what’s actually in it but you’re more concerned with what he’s just said he can do if you drink it - he’ll be able to see your dreams!

“When can I go back to the others, master?” You ask, hoping that he doesn’t think you ungrateful.

He laughs softly and then you cry out in shock when he unceremoniously and with no difficulty at all, scoops you up from the nest of pillows and sits you on his lap. One powerful arm encircles your waist and with his free hand he strokes your hair to neaten it. He smells vaguely of woodsmoke and of leather and there’s something else there - maybe his soap. You freeze in fright as he murmurs next to your ear.

“I have told you, girl - you are mine. Your place now is by my side.” He gives you a very slight squeeze and you bite back a whimper. “Do you think I had you scrubbed down and dressed nicely only to send you back to the cellars?”

Despite your fear at this entirely new level of close proximity to him, his words make you turn your head to look at him in shock. Your eyes suddenly fill with tears at the thought of being trapped here all alone and he frowns.

“Why do you cry, slave?”

You blink back the tears before they can fall and swallow thickly before replying. “My… my friends, master.”

He waves a dismissive hand. “You will see them from time to time, I expect.” You make a small move as though to climb down from his lap but in response he merely tightens his hold and to your horror, pulls you in even closer to his chest. “Perhaps once we are married you can choose one to attend you as a - what do you call it? Lady-in-waiting.”

What? Fear all forgotten, you struggle away from him and jump off his lap, backing away until there’s a few feet between you. “Married?!”

To be continued…

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