#saeculumaeterna

[fodlansbestmom]

Sothis instantly huffed. That was true, she could potentially make more children how she did in the beginning, with all but child she had, but.. she’s looking for something else. Creating offspring didn’t satisfy all she wanted.

Maybe Dagon was the wrong one for her, much like -

“Is sex really all you want?”

@saeculumaeterna

#saeculumaeterna

[liecoris]

@synshubblog / @saeculumaeterna said:

"Oh no my dear." Dagon drones out utterly deadpan even as a smirk crosses his face. "T'would appear we are stuck." He gestured 'helplessly' at the table he had drawn closer to just barely be in their way. Now justifiably afraid, Dagon was quick to pull his wife into his lap. "Alas, I fear we shall be contained here for some time."

Were it not for this deadpan tone and the smirk on Dagon's lips, Mukuro would have been more concerned when her husband uttered out the ' oh no my dear ' but his words would instead bring her own smirk on her lips as she waited for him to tell her just what the " problem " was。 

So when he gestured towards the table that was " blocking " them, Mukuro would feign a surprised gasp at the discovery, her own ' oh no~ ' falling from her lips before looking back at Dagon with amusement in her eyes。

「Oh what shall we do~」 her voice drips with artifical concern about their " predicament ", 「I think we might be able to move it if you bend me over it and push on my from behind~ 」 was one suggestion she had, but when she was placed in her husband's lap, Mukuro settled herself in more, easily straddling him and resting her arms on his shoulders, 「but I'm open to more ideas too~」 she remarks as she pushes her hips more flush against Dagon's。

【 our muses are stuck in a small place together 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

#synshubblog #saeculumaeterna #»» ᴅᴀɢᴏɴ. || ღ — saeculumaeterna. #»» ᴅᴀɢᴏɴ ♡ ᴍᴜᴋᴜʀᴏ 【ɪ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴ】. || 💞 — saeculumaeterna. #»» ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. || 🐍 — main verse. #»» asks. || 💌 — ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ. #»» ic asks. || 🦊 — ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪᴛ.

[aspiringroleplays]

@saeculumaeterna

Sora messed up. He messed up bad.

He had been careless in his eager exploration, and hadn't been paying attention to the signs of the oncoming storm. Or, to be specific, he had noticed, but he never realized how bad they could actually be so close to the surface. He was in shallow waters, and had gotten caught up in the massive waves. In the blackness of night, he got turned and tumbled about, until he was completely disoriented.

He tried to break surface, just to see if that he could get his direction make on track, but that had been a mistake. Unknowingly riding right into a tidal wave, the young sharkling sailed along the tip, before the wave came crashing down on the flat surface of shore rocks. He had the wind cruelly knocked out of him, the impact certainly powerful enough to leave a bruise later. He hadn't even realized he had been near shore.

But he hadn't been near shore- in fact these weren't shore rocks at all. He had crashed over the railing right onto the deck of a ship.

#saeculumaeterna #v: mershark #((so it occurs to me after writing this that Dagon can literally just calm the storm and probably would not deal with this but whatever)) #((maybe he's bored and wants some excitement in his life who knows)) #((your problem now lol))

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@saeculumaeterna

“You could blind those who look too much.” Whether it remained a secret or not, or whether he was serious or joking about the blinding, wasn’t relevant to his plans, only the continued usage of it by her. If she was committed to this path then that was a foregone conclusion. 

“When you have need of me, call my name and I shall be there.” It was better than his old summoning call anyway. For too elaborate, and that was coming from him.

She didn't know whether to laugh or groan at his response to her query。 It was hard for her to tell if what he said was meant to be taken as a joke or not, so Mukuro will just go with taking it as a joke and so a light airy chuckle was brought out of her。

「Fine, I guess I could do that。」 Mukuro says with a soft laugh, and when he told her how he could be summoned should she need him, Mukuro gave a nod。 For a second, Mukuro debated on telling the raunchy joke that instantly came to mind, she probably shouldn't tell it given how little they knew of each other but。。。 what the hell, why not。

「I'll keep that in mind, especially should I need a name to moan in the dead of night。」

#saeculumaeterna #⌈ ღ ⌉ DAGON. || ✧ –––– SAECULUMAETERNA. #⌈ 🏯 ⌉ UNMATCHED VIPER. || ✧ –––– VERSE : BLEACH. #⌈ ✨ ⌉ QUEUE. || ✧ –––– THERE WAS A QUEUE HERE. IT’S GONE NOW.

[lightheartedwarrior]

@saeculumaeterna: "There you go being the absolute worst again."

"I know! And I dunno what to do to make it right!"

#saeculumaeterna

[malderonadventures]

@saeculumaeterna

It was raining outside. The sound of the fat water drops hitting the roof was muffled in the clatter of the tavern. It seemed many people had taken shelter and used it as an excuse to have an ale while waiting out the storm. The small, green haired barmaid was filling drink orders left and right while an old satyr with scars littering his form chatted up some of the patrons over the strumming of a traveling bard. It wasn't quite so bustling every day, but it was a welcome boost in gold. The satyr who owned d the establishment wasn't about to complain, even if the barmaid would.

The barmaid was agile, at least, running around the tavern like a madwoman and filling as many requests as possible. A courier stopped in, drenched from the rain and delivered the newest stack of posters for the tavern's Bounty Board. When the patrons requests had died down for a moment, the barmaid's silver eyes scanned the stack before hanging them up.

A few of the rougher looking mercenaries loitering about seemed to be waiting for such an opportunity, leaving their tankards behind and making their way around the board . None seemed to be quite so ready for the big ticket bounties, but they each took one of the smaller trivials that littered the requests. A lost pet. A stolen coin purse. Well, things would not get done, if nobody took the important ones.

That wasn't fully true, but The Hellraiser of a prince did have other things he was needed to do. Though, if these requests did not get accepted soon, small barmaid would need to make plans to have it done, herself. Ah, work for another time. For now, there was work to be done here at The Black Dragon.

#saeculumaeterna #thread

[dancingbutterflies]

@saeculumaeterna​

Sitting alone on the hill, the Master had some tools out, metal wire wrapping around pliers as she worked on shaping it as needed. So focused on her task she almost missed the presence of another heart approaching her. When he was a few feet away, her head shot up, and snapped around to look at him. Wariness faded immediately into a smile. “Hey,” she greeted in a soft voice setting her project to the side and standing up.

#saeculumaeterna #Aqua; IC

[fearlessmonk]

❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ (@saeculumaeterna)

It wasn't often that Tifa was the one offered a drink. Her head cocked in a bit of surprise, but she smiled as she stared at the drink before her. Taking a small sip, her smile widened, as it was a drink she had forgotten that she enjoyed so.

"That was awfully kind of you," she chuckled softly. "Next ones on me!"

#saeculumaeterna #a note for safekeeping - answers

[pomoculture]

The Fourth Turning

I came across a book recently that paints a very provocative perspective on the ebb and flow of society and social stability. Strauss and Howe’s generational theory outlined in the book “The Fourth Turning” encapsulates a modernization of the Etruscan saeculum concept. Put briefly, one saeculum was the span of time it took to renew the population from birth to unto death (generally fitting four distinct groups in the ~80-100 years). There were godly allotments tied to the number of saecula a town, nation, or empire was granted before it would run its course and cease. The practitioners and scholars of saeculum noticed patterns that gave it an uncanny wisdom for predicting the turmoil and downfall of nations.

William Strauss and Neil Howe formalized this, giving the generations cyclical turnings. It goes something like this: Order is recoiled from, by the next generation into personal Agency, followed by Unraveling of the institutions that brought order, and the fourth stage in the saecula is Crisis, in which society clamors for reform and tearing down the establishment. I’m not totally sure about it yet but have to admit the idea does have traction (they trace history and regions exhaustively to buttress their theory, very formidably). A more troubling thought from their conjecture to us entering the fourth turning in my mind is atomizing (the character trait of the Crisis stage) made less recoverable with the technology-accelerated, generational cleaving that appears to be happening today?

#POMO #saeculumaeterna #Saeculum #conservatism

[ruined-innxcence]

@saeculumaeterna Ran into Deku~!

"Hmmm....I can't tell if you are brave or very foolish to have sought me out. But you've caught my interest....What is it that you want~?"

Deku eyed the other with an eerie, casual calmness, eyes scanning them as if analyzing every detail to save for later. He was curious, but knew better than to let down his guard around anyone who could be a possible threat.

#saeculumaeterna

[heroesxjourney]

send me   ‘ lost and found ‘   for your muse to find mine (Accepting) || @saeculumaeterna sent:

 ‘ lost and found ‘  Eri

You know you wanna see her meet Dagon proper.

The girl had managed to run away from the mean man that was supposed to watch her for Overhaul.

And as she sprinted, barefoot, out of the alleyways the only thought 'I need to get away' going through her mind. Eri ran into a park -- her feet immediately touching the soft grass, startling her. It was a texture she wasn't familiar with at all. Causing her to stumble and fall down backwards.

Though, panic overtaking her expression again as a shadow and footsteps approached her, making her mind go immediately to 'he found me'.

#saeculumaeterna #{ eri; answered } #{ eri; ic } #{ eri; verse tbd }

[fodlansbestmom]

Sothis looked pleased when Dagon took the offered cookie. That made her happy. Now she didn’t need food either, but some things were meant to be devoured! Sweets, spicy peppers, fruit. Always a delight when she consumed.

“Merci made them earlier and I wanted to share! She made different flavors,” she told him as she now held out a purple one, and a green one. “D’you want another, Dag?”

@saeculumaeterna

#saeculumaeterna

[liecoris]

While she was a fan of getting massages, Mukuro also just really enjoyed giving her husband massages in return。 Her main love language was physical affection, so giving and receiving massages was just natural to her。

Plus she really enjoyed the feeling of her husband's muscles as she touched him。

She knew they both had their fair share of scars, but it wasn't often that she got to see his back scars。 When asked if she found anything fascinating, Mukuro's lips grew into a smile as she pressed her lips against the bare skin on his back。

「Always~ I find every bit of you fascinating~」

【 cont. from here 】 ♡ 【 @saeculumaeterna 】

#saeculumaeterna #»» ᴅᴀɢᴏɴ. || ღ — saeculumaeterna. #»» ᴅᴀɢᴏɴ ♡ ᴍᴜᴋᴜʀᴏ 【ɪ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴ】. || 💞 — saeculumaeterna. #»» ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. || 🐍 — main verse. #»» queue. || ✨ — ʟɪᴇ∙qᴜᴇᴜᴇɪꜱ.

[aspiringroleplays]

@saeculumaeterna

Be worthy of one shrimp

"Hey! Rude!"

#saeculumaeterna #crack #((he means about the shrimp comment LOLOLOL))

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@saeculumaeterna / @synshubblog

[ cuddle ] — sender cuddles up to receiver as they’re just waking up

There were a few barely awake murmurs that Mukuro let out when she felt Dagon cuddle up against her, she of course returns the gesture, her body moving to nuzzle up against Dagon as she slowly began stirring from slumber。

Mukuro takes a soft inhale as she slowly begins to open her eyes。

「。。。time is it?」 The beginning of her question being near unheard by the rather incoherent muttering she still slowly began to fully rise from her slumber。

【 softer shippy meme 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

#saeculumaeterna #⌈ 💌 ⌉ ASKS. || ✧ –––– A SORT OF HAUGHTY PLACE TO RUN THROUGH. #⌈ 🦊 ⌉ IC ASKS. || ✧ –––– GO WHERE YOU BELONG. #⌈ 🐍 ⌉ VISION SHOT AND SPITTING BLOOD. || ✧ –––– MAIN VERSE. #⌈ ღ ⌉ DAGON. || ✧ –––– SAECULUMAETERNA. #⌈ 💞 ⌉ DAGON / MUKURO 【I’LL ALWAYS FALL FOR YOU. NO MATTER WHICH LIFE I’M IN】. || ✧ –––– SAECULUMAETERNA.

[oncforallxbroccoli]

Izuku's Birthday 2k23 (accepting) || @saeculumaeterna asked:

By any circumstances, it would be a strange thing to receive. A thick and heavy package that was addressed solely to Izuku. No return address was provided, no clue of any kind to who had sent it or why. It should be the kind of sudden thing that warranted suspicion and likely disposing of the parcel without a second thought. Perhaps that would happen here.

But in case it wasn't, the simple nondescript packaging held a thick tome within. A history book, detailing the rise of Quirks and the formation of the modern hero society. It seemed almost tailor-made for the youth. LIkely to raise further questions.

The included note offered little either. Only a single line of "Happy Birthday" with a signature of just D. Nothing else was given. Stranger and stranger by the moment.

Izuku had been confused seeing the package addressed to him, it was the first time -- in a long time -- he had received something that wasn't from his mom on his birthday.

But the lack of return address had sparked up curiosity in the middle schooler about the sender.

Looking down at the package, it didn't feel like it was anything bad inside. In fact, as he held it in his hands, it felt like it was a book? of some kind. As the green-haired teen opened the package, his hunch of the feel was correct as he saw it was a book. Raising an eyebrow, reading the title before his eyes lit up with excitement.

Finally spotting the note, and wondering if the sender at least signed their name, Izuku lifted it up and only seeing the 'happy birthday' message with just the letter 'D' signed under it.

"Huh?!" Well, that wasn't much help in figuring out where this gift came from.

"Um.. ah, thank you, whoever you are."

He wanted to thank the person for the book, but with no definitive name -- he had no clue who to direct it too. So, instead the green haired teen just put a 'thank you' out into universe and hoped that whoever sent the present would feel like the gift was appreciated.

#saeculumaeterna #{ Izuku's Birthday 2k23; } #{ i'll do my best; (ic) } #{ broccoli boy answers your questions; (answered) } #{ alt canon main; tbt properly later } #{ quirkless with a dream; middle school verse } #izuku: *gets a mysterious book shaped present* #also izuku: um... well... thank you