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this is a natural consequence of not giving us pegasi. if they didn't want us to commit crimes against gravity they should've given us horsies with wings
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our new quest in totk is to make the horses fly
this is a natural consequence of not giving us pegasi. if they didn't want us to commit crimes against gravity they should've given us horsies with wings
Awww Dream being the big brother That’s it I can’t take it anymore! (And probably get myself killed by ink and error)*picks up the golden noodle boi and then picks up the shy purple noodle boi and runs*
You best be runnin’ fast, gonna have multiple dragos AND skeles on your tail
Chapter 26: Syracusae (Pt 1)
Syracusae was the largest and fairest of Sicily’s cities. It was four towns, actually, merged into one. Three of them, Achradina, Tycha and Neapolis, had spread themselves around the harbor, while the fourth – known only as the Island – was where the Roman governor had his palace, near the massive and historic temples of Diana and Minerva.
While we had feared a poor reception, news of Cicero’s honesty and diligence had preceded him, and we found ourselves welcomed by the people of Syracusae with open arms. Hundreds gathered along the main thoroughfares to greet us as we arrived, and many set off to follow us as we proceeded to the home of a Roman knight, Lucius Flavius, who had been a friend of Cicero’s for many years.
Flavius’ home was lavish, even by Roman standards, so we were quite comfortable as our host regaled us with even more stories of Verres’ injustices to the people of Sicily. Flavius himself had too many powerful connections in Rome to have been targeted by Verres, yet he had many friends among the Sicilian population, and thus was outraged nonetheless.
He told us of the dread pirate Heracleo, who had sailed his fleet right into Syracusae harbor one evening, pillaged the warehouses and sailed off again, meeting no resistance from Verres’ troops, who merely watched. When he was captured some weeks later, Heracleo was not imprisoned or tried – instead, he was exchanged for a large ransom that went directly into the governor’s pocket.
Then there was the business of Lucius Herrenius, a Roman banker from Spain, who had been dragged into the forum one morning and denounced as a spy. Upon Verres’ order, he was beheaded – without a public trial.
The similarity between his case and that of Gnaeus Manius in Massana was striking. Both were Roman, from Spain, accused of spying and executed without a proper trial.
That night, after dinner, Cicero received a letter from his brother, Quintus, with grave news from Rome.
“He says that Hortensius has convinced Glabrio to allow for another prosecution … this time of the governor of Achiaia by Dasianus,” Cicero said as he scanned the letter. “Dasianus! A known associate of Gaius Verres, of course!”
“It’s obviously a trap,” young Frugi said. “He wants you to cut your trip short and return to Rome.”
“Probably so,” Cicero replied, nodding. “But I cannot afford to take the risk, my young friend. If Dasianus finds a way to slip into the courts before me, our case could be pushed back until after the elections. By then, Hortensius himself – and Metellus senior – will be consul-elects, so the odds would be stacked against us.”
“So what will you do?” Frugi asked.
“We need incontrovertible evidence of Verres’ wrongdoing,” Cicero replied, deep in thought. “Facts that even the staunchest and most conservative Roman cannot ignore.”
Cicero smiled, coming to a conclusion.
“We shall raid the offices of the revenue collectors,” Cicero said, turning to us. “If any records of Verres’ wrongdoings exist, it will no doubt be found in those records.”
My stomach turned, for such a bold act would either yield excellent results, or instant retribution.
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I for the ask meme
Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
Oh, more than I can count, frankly. I'm not subtle about them, evidently—a/b/o is one way to my heart, as are age gaps, as are wonky power dynamics, as is (light, usually) feminization. If we're talking PG-rated guilty pleasures, I'm a damn sucker for mutual pining and I very deeply enjoy moments where Character A has to witness Character B flirting/dating/being sexual with someone else and angsting over it. I loooove luxuriating in that moment. I'll reread those passages over and over. But I suppose that's not really worth being guilty over.
@ one “rumor has it” anon
"banana" + the cross necklace
But why have we never considered the possibility of gen z making demon deals
Demon: so weird wish but ok yeah you can eat tide pods without dying for ten years
gen z: how about 8
Demon: what why
gen z: 5
Demon: ???
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gen z: unlimited bird box challenge mastery
Demon: so...blindness
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gen z: delete airpods
Demon: you want me to what?
gen z: all of them
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gen z: look i need you to save Oppy
Demon: who the hell is Oppy
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gen z: make Elon Musk host meme reviews
Demon: I’ve already made three deals for this but sure we can have him do another
confess something you’ve thought about me on anon!