The two owls meet!
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The two owls meet!

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Cosmic joke art dump
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gggg i love cosmic joke so much ahaha
New Moon, Fool, and any other featured character here all belong to Ghost in the Machine, written by @venomous-qwille
DEATH KINK
pairing. emperor caracalla x empress!reader.
summary. Devotion between you and Caracalla is measured in blood.
word count. 1.5k (short one :3)
warnings. dark themes. blood. toxic relationships. slaves and concubines? weird relationship dynamics i guess. character death ? ig (not reader or caracalla dw). english isnât my first language.
a/n. i donât remember the scene very clearly so you have to bear with me. wrote this in like two hours so itâs not edited no nothing we die like the twins. please if you enjoyed this leave a comment, reblog, whatever u want đ.
It was no surprise that you, the recently crowned Empress, would draw every single gaze whenever you walked into a room; draped in the empireâs most expensive silks, your skin gleamed beneath the weight of Romeâs all goldârings encircled your fingers, necklaces coiled around your throat and chest. Even when you entered the triclinium, side by side with the Emperors.
As always, you were seated close to Caracalla, always beside Caracalla, but never within his brotherâs reach. There, you were often seen as a prize âthough inaccessibleâ and a curse.
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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. (romeo and juliet, 2.6.9-11)
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originally a collaboration with someone else, fully redrawn by myself.
neil sleeps in the center of the kandreil sleep-snuggle sequence just fyi
Put your head on my shoulder
summary : alhaitham keeps you company after you had a tiresome day, but he doesn't realise when you drift off into dreamland
contains : alhaitham is glad to see you rest after you finished off a tiresome task ; fluff ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person
word count : 545
The solitary silence of Razan Garden allowed it to be the perfect place where Alhaitham could visit after his work hours. It was a place he often frequented as a student, and it was during one such visit, that he had met you.
So when the scene from his memories was recreated, as the last rays of sunlight danced on the horizon, he could only smile.
As his boots clicked silently on the stone path, he could see you sitting down beside the decorative flowers; your belongings were scattered hastily and your attention was devoted to frowning at the notebook resting on your thighs.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he approached you, making sure not to step on any of your stationery.
You glance up at him for a brief moment, and the tiresome look in your eyes was not foreign to him.
"I've been going over this equation for a while, and my solution is far from the answer."
Ah, so that's what was bothering you.
Alhaitham acknowledged your dilemma with a hum, as he glanced over your notebook.
The page was littered with numericals, lots of crossed out answers, and ink smudges.
"My entire project is dependent on getting these calculations accurate, and I've been trying for so long," you groaned, rubbing the heel of your palm over your eyes.
With how you managed to stain your hands with ink, Alhaitham was curious about how none got on your face. "When is it due?" He asked instead.
"The day after tomorrow," you answered, staring down at the miserable mess that is your notebook.
"You'll sort it out until then."
You looked up from the notebook and towards the other, who had already begun to read a book whilst you whined.
You hummed, repeating his words over in your mind. You'll sort it out.
Alhaitham's eyes drifted away from his book at the sound of your pen scratching against the page of your notebook. You began anew on a fresh, blank page; he smiled.
The sun, now fully hidden below the horizon, allowed the moon to light up the city. Alhaitham felt a weight against his shoulder, prompting his eyes to move away from his book.
Oh.
You were asleep.
How much time passed, he did not know, but he could wager up a guess of somewhere between an hour and two.
Your eyes were shut, and your hair occasionally flowed with the soft wind, and now that you were asleep, you appeared more at peace; undisturbed by the world, not a worry on your mind.
Alhaitham's eyes shifted from you to the notebook resting on your lap. The page was filled with calculations, but at the end, highlighted, was the solution. Running over the numbers in his head, he guessed you had finally arrived at the answer you were looking for.
In the life of a scholar, everyday was filled with competition and challenges; he was glad you had one burden less off your mind.
And he wouldn't allow the noise of the students walking through the garden disturb this peace you gained.
Without shifting much, he removed the headset he wore, and placed it over your ears. Now, Alhaitham smiled softly at your sleeping figure, you can rest without the world interrupting.
request, byđ anon :
hihi, i wanted to let you know that i enjoyed your recent diluc fic like alotâĄ
is it alright if i request something similar? as in, reader being tired and falling asleep on the character and they dont mind? if you dont mind could this be for like maybe al haitham?
also, could i beđ anon?
a/n : aww thanks nonnie! this was fun to write!!
p/s : If you have any other requests, don't hesitate to send in an ask!!