I love how he always puts out the best lines and then just goes "hehe do you like it? ☺️". Ugh shutting your mouth with my mouth.

It’s one of those missing Alcibiades days huh

i recommend every history student to play the appropriate assassin’s creed game before starting to learn about a subject bc it makes everything 10000% funnier like. hey. i know this guy. he had an unresolved yet undeniable homoerotic sexual tension with my favorite video game man. what’s he doing here.

ok steven universe pfp

this was honestly so iconic. she then proceeded to decide that every anon she got was sent by me (i sent none), and said i sent her death threats (????), while only referring to me as a ‘theyfab fujoshi’ which is. you know. a normal thing to call gay men. anyways all this over me calling a man that died over two thousand yesrs ago babygirl

listen those are just the kind of things that happen to me on this site

it’s time for Alcibiades, baby (bonus round, the corpse he’s caressing is Chalcideus)

the fall of the athenian empire, donald kagan

florence under siege: surviving plague in an early modern city, john henderson

hunter h. gardner pestilence and the body politic in latin literature

alcibiades’ entry on the political stage at athens II, edmund f. bloedow

daniel r. blickman

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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

"The Stoppables"

How dare you leave these gems in the tags

Blank bloodweave gifs for your imagination!! Let me know what you think they're saying here :)

Quick sketch

...Nine is out there, hiding in one of the shatterspaces.

SONIC PRIME, season 3 episode 1

I made this and I won’t apologize.

i’d be so pissed at you if you did

i hope i’m not just a mutual to you, but also a friend, and deeply deeply fuckable