❛ ❪ Cesare Borgia ❫

❝ Destiny has two ways to destroy us: deny us our desires or implement them. ❞        Independent roleplay blog. Historical/fantasy verse.

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ok i didn’t get any replies done; i need to get up in 6 hours for work.

i'm 1/2 way through writing replies, though, on here and aim. hopefully’ll have them sent out soon.

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oh my lord i finally finished the ypiv multicrossover video ;( 

it turned out like trash but i’m so happy that i got it done tbh

i’m pretty tired but i’ll see if i can sneak in a few replies after i upload it

[imperatorborgia]

i can find replies i wrote 4 years ago

but i can’t find the replies i wrote 4 days ago

well done me

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“How do I know your promise will be kept?” {from alessandro :)}

The Originals Sentence Starters || Accepting

"Come now, I am disappointed that you even asked me such a question.”

“What pleasure would I gain in betraying your trust, Alessandro?” he questioned in return, cocking a brow as he gave his old friend time about it.

[jorindelle]

[imperatorborgia]

"Wait, you can’t go alone."

The Originals Sentence Starters || Accepting

Cesare stopped in his tracks at her plea. “Why ever not?” he asked her curiously, “I go most places alone and I have not ran into any trouble yet.”

[imperatorborgia]

❝ You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. ❞

The Originals Sentence Starters || Accepting

He emitted a low, guttural laugh at the artist’s observation. “Sometimes words do more damage than a blade ever could. Then it is only just that the person faces the consequences.”

Not bothering to lift his gaze to meet Leonardo’s, Cesare kept locked onto the dagger within his hand - watching the edges of the blade glisten as he spun it slowly, the sharp tip embedded in the wooden table as his hand sat on the pommel, guiding it.

“Respect can go a long way,” the Duke solemnly added.

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Left-hand Dagger

Dated: circa 1660-70

Culture: Italian, Brescian 

Measurements: length 56 cm

This daggers comes with two-stage blade tapering sharply to a long narrow point, a lower portion with a notched and punched back edge, and a ricasso formed with a pair of scrolling arms for blade-catching. The inner face is indented for the thumb, and both sides are decorated with punched abstract patterns and struck with a small rectangular mark.

It also features a cross potent, iron hilt chiselled in low relief, comprising lobated triangular guard drawn up to a chiselled button projecting towards the pommel, finely cut with a pierced tiered arrangement of leafy tendrils spiralling on differing flowerheads.

There is a grotesque human half-figure is suspended in the centre with a pair of monstrous serpents and a demon mask. The break tips are pierced and chiselled en suite, the quillons are straight, the pommel globular and pierced, and both the quillons and the pommel are chiselled en suite with the guard.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Hermann Historica

[elenacarboni]

@imperatorborgia

Spring of 1498.

“Good afternoon, my lord. How are you?” Elena asked a young man, stopping in her tracks and bowing courteously. Her face had a hint of rosy color. Who could not blush at the sight of Cesare Borgia, son of the Pope? However, Elena did her best to keep her composure. She smiled at the young man timidly, standing in the Apostolic Palace Hall.

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    “Good afternoon, my lady,” he answered formally, “I am well,      thank you. How are you?”

     Cesare smiled back down at the woman before him, while he       awaited her answer. The majority of their interactions had been      like this - a hurried mixture of hello and goodbyes - It was about       time that one of them said something else to fill the silence.

    “My sister never told me that you sang,” he piped up, before      explaining further: “I think I overheard you singing earlier today      when I was wandering the apartments. That was you, yes?”

[chuckskryptonite]

[crooked-queen]

chuckskryptonite:

Happy 9th Limoversary!!

[animusviincit]

@imperatorborgia hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: OK BUT I am currently reading another renaissance…

   ‘ladylove’? ‘lucrezia’? can cesare watch? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)   

“Cesare please I’m trying to get the attention away from us and you’re ruining ,my efforts right now.”

[imperatorborgia]

With an over-exaggerated sigh, he hung his head. “Fine,” he moped. 

“I will just have to continue to dream of it then..”

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@imperatorborgia

Sixtus was dead. After all this time Lucrezia had finally found the courage to visit Rome again. This place was filled with memories, memories of pain and suppression. She commited crimes in the name of this town and it would haunt her forever. But she hoped that the weeks here would help her. Lucrezia found herself in the Vatican and it felt like her legs led her here on their own account. She stood on the piazza, infront of the great acorn and she looked up to the windows of the palace. A new pope had been elected, Rodrigo Borgia, now Alexander VI. Perhaps she had met him once, but she couldn’t recall his face.

“I hope the new pope will be a better one”, she said to no one certain.

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  This was it: the inception of Pope Alexander VI’s reign. A Papal  messenger had been sent to Cesare to inform him of the news and,  upon receiving it, the young bishop immediately left for the capital. 

     Rome had been in a thunderous uproar, but by the time that Cesare arrived the         celebrations had died down significantly. He ventured down the narrow streets,           leading his horse by the reins, until he reached the Vatican. He stopped in his         tracks for a moment, taking in the view of the great building before him. Lucrezia’s       words caught his attention, and he glanced towards the woman standing next to      him.

    “You and I both...” he muttered in response. He truly did wish that his uncle           would make a good Pontiff, for everyone’s sake.

[well-lit]

She groped for words. I supplied them mentally (‘He broke my heart. You merely broke my life’).

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via well-lit)

[jackstripes]

the ancient greeks had a word for the absolute of happiness. ataraxia. to be without trouble, without disruption. when a man is free from all profound suffering, but also all thrilling joy. when he is perfectly quiet, he possesses the secret to bliss.

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The Originals Sentence starters

 ❝ I thought only of you. Every day I fought for your return, searching for a way. You were not forgotten. ❞

❝ This is New Orleans. We’re always at war and collateral damage happens. I learned that from you. ❞

❝ Guess who I learned it from? ❞

❝ What you’ll allow doesn’t matter, ( insert name ). Welcome to a 21st century custody battle. Moms win them now. ❞

❝ Well, I am no stranger to death, young Lucien. Or third-rate prophecies for that matter. ❞

❝ Not three months ago you utterly despised me. Now you’re playing protective brother. ❞

❝ I’m sure you’re quite capable of protecting yourself from the scourge of fraternity row. ❞

❝ I came through the front door and you appeared through the window like a creeper. Besides this is a matter of life and death. ❞

❝ Oh, how novel. ❞

❝ She’s getting bigger by the second.  ❞

❝ The ninth ward coven thinks I’m a vampire sympathiser. I won’t prove them right. ❞

❝ You’re scared. Because the people you love are angry with you. ❞

❝ Always and forever indeed. ❞

❝ Seems we’re officially orphans. ❞

❝ I suppose it’s a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash. ❞

❝ You brought me back from the dead to torture me. ❞

❝ Go to Hell. ❞

❝ I’m not in the habit of asking permission. ❞

❝ Have you diagnosed yourself with OCD yet? ❞

❝ It’s not every day you lose your father at the hands of your brother. Again. ❞

❝ It must really suck to have to be you all the time. ❞

❝ Sorry! I’d love to help but I’m a little busy grieving another dead boyfriend. ❞

❝ I told you I love you. I meant it. ❞

❝ Yeah and that’s the first time anyone’s ever said to that to me. I want you to know that I didn’t marry you for all of those people. I married you for me. ❞

❝ I’m afraid that’s not an option. ❞

❝ Always and forever is not just something you weasel out of, brother. ❞

❝ It won’t be easy, but we’ve got no chance of winning this fight without something to fight for. ❞

❝ You okay? ❞

❝ Yeah, my boyfriend and his buddies are super-wolves now. ❞

❝ What happened to the brother I used to know? The one who laughed death in the face. ❞

❝ That’s a lot easier to do when you haven’t died already once. ❞

❝ This family makes me want to murder people. ❞

❝ I see my timing is as impeccable as usual. ❞

❝ The only thing delicate about you is your ego ❞

❝ When placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly. ❞

❝ All good grace with me was lost the moment you sided with our wretched siblings. ❞

❝ You know me, ( insert name ). I take sides with whoever I think is gonna win. And to be honest, well, you and mum were acting a bit daft, weren’t you? ❞

❝ Wait, you can’t go alone. ❞

❝ Well, to be absolutely clear here, technically he could go alone. ❞

❝ You helped me. Why? ❞

❝ Because I’m a bloody fool, or maybe I just like the idea of us girls sticking together. ❞

❝ I guess I just really hate secrets. ❞

❝ What happened? Is ( insert name ) okay? ❞

❝ I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. ❞

❝ ( insert name ), listen to me. You are outmanuevered, outnumbered, and quite frankly, you’re out of your mind. You’re not getting out of this alive.❞

❝ No, we are all getting out of this alive. ❞

❝ I fought it for as long as I could. Look at me. I am still your mother. I’m sorry. I was just so hungry. ❞

❝  You’re a hypocrite. You speak of purification, of cleansing the souls of our family, and yet you caved to temptation rather than standing with your principal. ❞

❝ You really think there’s a way out up here? ❞

❝ You and I on the same team. It must be Christmas. ❞

❝ I wish it could always be like this ❞

❝ If wishes were horses… ❞

❝ Beggars would ride. ❞

❝ I would appeal to your morals but those seem to be all over the map. ❞

❝ I’m not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not. ❞

❝ We’re not so bad. We’re not the monsters that our parents think we are. ❞

❝ I think I’d be a bit testy too if my old ex was about to jump into my new ex. I think that’d be a bit eh… ❞

❝ Awkward? ❞

❝: I was going to say kinky, but that’ll work. ❞

❝ And where, pray tell, is he now? ❞

❝ He’s waiting uncomfortably for me to return and deliver his punishment. Pass the beignets, would you? ❞

❝ Quite nice of you coming to my rescue like that. ❞

❝ You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t actually steal the stake from me, or I’d have been the one torturing you. ❞

❝ Does that mean you trust me then? ❞

❝ I know you’re only doing this to help our people, but I promise I will be a good husband to you. ( insert name ), will you marry me? ❞

❝ No ring? ❞

❝ What did she do to me? ❞

❝ All you need to know is that I beat you. Again. ❞

❝ A lovely dream, one just beyond our reach. ❞

❝ We arrive into this world as innocents. Wide eyed and vulnerable. It is the job of our parents to nurture and protect us. ❞

❝ You’re gonna like me, ( insert name ). And I’m gonna let you pretend a while that you don’t already. ❞

❝ Is the hand holding really necessary? ❞

❝ I mean, we could make out but would that not be entirely distracting? ❞

❝ Hey, I know this probably isn’t your ideal Friday night. You’d probably be, like, doing pushups or drinking beers with your bros or whatever. ❞

❝ Eh, it’s not so bad. ❞

❝ Stay here with your wolves and mind the fort. ❞

❝ I’d rather rip your mother’s head off. ❞

❝ Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone. You are not alone. ❞

❝ You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can. After all, I am my mother’s son. ❞

❝ His return changes nothing. ❞

❝ It changes everything. ❞

❝ So, how would you diagnose my friend ( insert name ), if I may ask? ❞

❝ Well, he’s clearly depressive, low self-esteem, paranoia, impulse control. Wouldn’t you agree? ❞

❝ I’m sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it ❞

❝ Are you okay? ❞

❝ Oh, a bit lightheaded. It might have had something to do with being knocked arse over teacup by dear old dad. ❞

❝ You will not break me. ❞

❝ Oh, you are already broken, my dear boy, but not beyond repair. I am here to fix you. I am here to fix you all. ❞

❝ My mother said kill the spell or kill her, and I happen to like you. ❞

❝ Please! ❞

❝ Listen, you don’t disobey Mother Dearest without some consequences. Yes, she brought me back to life but she’s mad as a hatter, and that lunatic that you’ve made your pet is my father. ❞

❝ Let me hazard a guess. You are one of these alienists, right? ❞

❝ Actually, we’re called therapists, and you could do with some couch time. ❞

❝ Oh, hello darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down? ❞

❝ You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. ❞

❝ You do know you’re entirely demented, don’t you? ❞

[riense]

Cesare.  Request for my friend :3