A Fawn Curled Up Beside A Fake Deer Which Is Used For Target Practice

Caracalla: who is your favourite gladiator?

Geta: obviously its the one who rides rhinos

Caracalla: that's such a basic fucking bitch answer

Geta: oh you wanna real answer brother?

Geta: a guy who recited a poem and bit a monkey

Caracalla:...

Geta: look it up. that's my favourite gladiator

The brainrot is so bad that I keep on reloading ao3 every god damn hour just to see if there's a new cattonquick fic or update 🧍🏻‍♂️

Somebody sedate me

LISAN AL GAIB

I got tired and went onto photoshop and my friend told me to post what I made so

mcr fans keep reading!! (safe ❤️)

inspo @/starzforvamp on TT

The crazy thing is that neither frank NOR gerard is even the real Paul mccartney of mcr. Like. Fans think they are, and because of that they sort of became it.. but real fans know Ray is Paul. I've unfortunately been forced to concede that gerard is John. Mikey is ringo

Wrote a little thing based on these tags:

'Nothing is ever mine.' - A frequent refrain.

Not the throne, not Rome, not the titles, not the jewels, not the glory, not even her love.

It had been his idea, after all, though he doesn't remember it, he was certain the idea came from him. Geta took credit for it, just like he did with most things. But it had been his, just like she should have been- or he should have been her's- no-

The sword was cool to the touch and the scent of the flower petals was sweet. It was hot, the Roman sun shining like the smile on her face when she looked at Geta; he didn't even get a smile-

A large hand clamped down on his golden cuff. Rage burned hot but quickly dissipated; the hand was too tan and worn to be Geta- Tegula, that was it-

"Caesar".

A deep voice in his ear, and suddenly his feet are stumbling as he catches his balance.

"It should be me"

This time, his own voice, and all that white hot rage and a black aching sadness fills him again and he finds himself lurching forward. The clang of the sword rings out as it slips from his grip and even Tegula's strength can't keep his free hand from swiping out, connecting with the rich fabric of his brother's robes. Yanking and pulling at the cloth, nails digging into the embroidery, he hears Geta's voice:

"Let go"

Geta is hissing in his ear and now there's another hand on him, pale and bejewelled. There's too much touch but not the right kind-

It's as if he's a spectator, watching the mirror of him, himself but something is off, not quite right- is that him? He's watching himself pulling away, straightening up and turning to Mummy- no, it can't be him, Mummy never-

"Caesar"

Tegula, again. He's back in himself, watching Geta smooth out his robes. But his own feet are kicking now, except it's no use, Tegula has him now and it's out of the room, into the airy hall and away.

He won't remember swinging the blade come morning, nor will he remember the angry tears he shed or the look of pity on Mummy's face. But he knows. He knows.

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

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EMPEROR CARACELLA Gladiator II (2024)