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Reblog if you’re an ACTIVE multimuse RP blog!
…and go through the reblogs to find more active multimuses for you to follow because multimuses deserve more love! ♥
That is how you sate desire. For love, or vengeance–without hesitation.
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The maddening heat of Capua made nothing to calm Agron’s spirits as he washed his face with the little water left. After winning a battle in the arena, he had been offered a reward. Yet, he was offered a young feminine boy who didn’t spark Agron’s lust. The poor thing was shaking as a little leaf. Agron didn’t touch him because he was not the kind of man who liked to take advantage of someone self. If he ever found a partner, he wanted someone who reciprocated his lust and love.
“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand” He told Stepanos. The man was someone who always had his spirit up apparently. Probably he would think Agron was bitter. And in part he was. He was winning in the arena but all he got was boys who usually break into tears as soon as he saw him.
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 considering the horrid heat--- capua was comparable to shit. Oh, indeed he’d miss Greece and the spray of the sea that carried in the winds, but now was not the time to think of such things. “ I may be but a gladiator, driven by sword and spear, but I do not have a dim head upon shoulders. Tell me of what causes annoyance, Agron.”
Marcus Flavius Aquila (The Eagle) Part 1
𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 for the harsh && overly cruel punishment of slaves; in fact, the roman 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 it. as most of his fellow soldiers had been celebrating in the spoils of victory, taking the men && women that they’ve named 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 for their own pleasure, he’d been brooding. regardless of the act being part of roman culture, 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐔𝐒 was disgusted. he had been nurtured by them as a boy, played with them as his mother had allowed it, and now here he stood, a 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 in the conquered’s eyes. caius wished desperately for the sound of screams to stop as his own men had been beating and violating the new slaves. he’d only wanted silence this night as their conquest in 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐒 was ill-advised--- and for good reason. the roman empire had treaty in some territories && attacking so close to those borders was surely going to cause tension that they could not afford. his thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose before he decided to 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. “ pius, ” he called for his man that stood just outside his tent, waving a hand. “ end the celebrations for tonight--- we rise at first light. ” the man had been confused, no doubt--- there was no reason to rise as they had been 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒. the savage threat had been extinguished in the eyes of rome, but caius knew better--- that what they had done was nothing more than a 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄. he senses a question of his decision && a dark expression paints his features--- it is a warning and pius understands not to press for his reasoning. the soldier nods his head, addressing caius by his appointed title--- 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 before completing his task. it takes a moment, but the camp is finally silent && he now is able to focus on their return journey to rome. perhaps he could even return to capua to greet his mother with loving arms.
ok but can we talk about the nakedd fight between crixus and spartacus?
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“Do not ask. Bad night”
“ it seems that you are only putting things simply, brother. ” stepanos has an air of 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 to his tone as his spirits are lifted by the sight of agron. oh he’d admired the german; this one had 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 equivalent to the 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 himself.
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“ keep fucking eyes on task at hand and do not press me with empty questions. ”
- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts
“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”
what lies beneath your feet is SACRED GROUND watered with tears of blood.
YOU ARE GLADIATORS !
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