#{alaric}

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Alaric and Dee! A comm for a friend of his and my new campaign characters. We playing siblings this time ⚫🔵

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An infographic of the seven times the city of Rome was sacked. Across more than 1,900 years (390 BCE–1527 CE), the sacks of Rome reveal not a single moment of collapse, but a recurring pattern of vulnerability shaped by shifting political systems, military power, and imperial overstretch. From the Republican era through the Western and Eastern Roman Empires and into the early modern period, Rome’s fortunes rose and fell with the structures meant to protect it.

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I just need to pop in and give you flowers for your portrayal of mcs father and mother, they both are very compelling and healing as parents who try despite not having much guidance, for example when your mom apologizes to you during that nightmare scene I was like : O or how your father gets all happy when you want more physical affection from him like the bar is in hell but its nice to see!

Aww, I'm so happy that you like Eulia and Alaric, anon! There are many bad families in IFs, and I enjoy hating them too, but I really wanted to try my hand at an actually good family. I'm so happy to hear that my portrayal of them has been effectively heart-warming! Thank you for your kind words <3

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Closed starter for @vicarlunares

They had been waiting at this station for a little over two weeks. Ash was getting increasingly agitated, patients never really been his strong suit. Especially now that he was so close to returning to what was familiar to him.

He had the time to get fully tapped into the Vox network of the station, he really just wanted to listen for when his ship approached. He was also sure either Grier or his son would reach out to him as soon as they were close enough to the station. All he felt was relief as word reached him. He turned and shot a grin towards Alaric, sure the Astartes had heard as well. "Sounds like our ride is here."

Bringing Alaric with him was certainly going to be interesting. Both how the Nightlord reacted to his ship and crew, and vice versa would be entertaining, especially Grier's. He couldn't help but snort a little at the thought.

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jan 16-21 novel commonplace entries!

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Going Under

Alaric Masterlist

Most of this is going under the cut!

Please note I am not a medical professional so to fully enjoy this snippet you will need to suspend your disbelief for a wee bit. Now, on with the snippet!

Nurses wheeled Y/N into an operating theater, the straps keeping her secure on the gurney. Y/N had worn herself out pleading with them, and it was clear now that her begging would always fall on deaf ears.

Alaric walked alongside her, holding a clipboard and looking over her file. The straitjacket suit had been removed, but Y/N had been drugged beforehand. There was still no hope of escaping on her own. The nurses got her onto a padded table and secured her to it.

“Thank you,” Alaric said, looking up over his glasses, “I’ll take it from here.”

The nurses nodded, leaving the room. Y/N shuddered. She wished they would come back, only so she wouldn’t be alone with the mad doctor.

Alaric set his clipboard down on a counter and turned on the nearby faucet. After washing his hands thoroughly, he snapped on a pair of sterilized nitrile gloves.

“Well, Y/N,” he said, “it looks like your first procedure is today. Nervous?”

Panicked was more like it. Y/N tried one more time.

“Please don’t do this,” she said.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do yet,” Alaric chuckled, “what if it’s something really nice, hm? Or something you need to feel better?”

Alaric approached with an IV pole. He held Y/N’s arm still as he wiped it with an alcohol pad. His gloved fingers started pressing into her inner elbow, searching for a vein.

“Tensing up only makes this worse,” he said softly, “try to relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” Y/N mumbled.

“We shouldn’t have much of a problem, I made sure to hydrate you. Ah, here we are.”

Y/N screwed her eyes shut as the needle made contact with her skin. She winced at the stinging pinch it caused.

“Shh, shh,” Alaric said, “you’re doing great.”

A cold feeling spread into her arm and throughout her system. Y/N shivered a little on the table. Alaric taped the catheter down.

“Good job, Y/N.”

Alaric discarded his gloves.

“That’s it then?” Y/N asked.

Alaric washed his hands again and snapped on another pair of gloves.

“No, these gloves just aren’t very breathable,” he admitted.

Alaric stood over her, his glasses glinting from the fluorescent lights overhead.

“How are you feeling right now?”

“Physically… or emotionally?” Y/N deadpanned.

“Let’s say both.” Alaric smiled.

Terrified. Creeped out. Nervous. Tired. Overwhelmed. Tired. Angry. Tired. So… tired.

Alaric snapped his fingers above her. She barely reacted beyond a drowsy blink. He held up his pointer finger and started to move it back and forth across her field of vision.

“Follow my finger with your eyes,” he said, “just like that, very good. You’re so tired, aren’t you? You can feel the soft surface supporting you. You’re so sleepy, wouldn’t it be nice to just sink into that surface? Sink.”

Y/N blinked a few times, but she found that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from what was happening above her.

“You’ve been so stressed. Not knowing where you are or how you got here. What if I told you I can take that stress away? You just need to sink for me. Sink.”

What was he saying? Y/N could barely make it out, but at the same time, it was all she could focus on. The IV continued to drip.

“Feel your body grow heavy. Your limbs become limp and pliant. Sinking deeper. Sink.”

There was nothing now. There was only the command. Sink. Y/N’s mind drifted away into fog, leaving nothing but Alaric’s words in the space left behind.

…

The sound of someone’s fingers snapping. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. She stared up at her doctor with a sleepy gaze.

“Welcome back,” Alaric said gently, “how are you feeling?”

“’M tired,” Y/N mumbled.

Alaric petted her hair.

“I thought you might be,” he said, “would you like to rest for a little longer?”

Y/N looked around. She was lying on a leather chaise lounge inside a dark, elegant office. Alaric sat in front of her, in a deep green armchair of the same material. A warm blaze crackled in the fireplace, illuminating the space. Books lined every available shelf, and there was a grand wooden desk that held a few desktop monitors. Some files sat on its surface, neatly stacked in the center. Diplomas hung on the walls for all kinds of specialized fields in medicine.

Y/N didn’t realize she was drifting back off until Alaric gently prodded her shoulder.

“Still sleepy, hm?” he asked with a knowing look.

“Mhm...” Y/N smiled.

“You rest there then. We’ll go back to your room later,” he said.

He stood and took a blanket that was hanging off of the chaise lounge. He draped it over her and spread it smooth. The last thing Y/N felt was a small kiss on her forehead before slipping back under.

…

Alaric turned a key into the lock on his medicine cabinet. He set two vials of the drug from earlier on a shelf. He had expected to need more of his hypno-solution for Y/N, but she went under pretty fast.

The marvels of modern medicine, he supposed.

In any case, this was a cause for celebration. His plan was in motion, and it should be smooth sailing from here.

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