#ottone

[diluvioaluglio]

Titobussss

[schiachperchten]

Eubora Nunziata, master necromancer, and his young apprentice Ottone Ordelaffi bid farewell to the subject of another successful resurrection. Only the necromancers of topmost repute are permitted to work with the Aquila family and those of its branch families. Here, Nunziata has resurrected Justina Gallo, cousin to the duke. Her bedchamber reflects the recovery practices penned by the Lafossan school of necromancy. Subjects of resurrection are encouraged to shelter away from direct sunlight and to sup only on meals of thin, milky broth. For a short time, Justina's eyes will take on a similarly milky film, and so the curtains 'round her bed will be drawn so as to not cause her pain. Such practices ensure that that resurrected's soul settles comfortably back into its vessel. She will no doubt enjoy a long and leisurely recovery as a member of the ducal clan, but for families who must scrape together coin for a necromancer's services, accommodations following resurrection may not be so fine.

many other states are ruled by necromancers due to their sway over life and death, but the aquilas have lafossas necromancers on a tight leash. have you ever wondered what power they yield to subjugate such a powerful class? well. me too the goal of this was basically to demonstrate that MOST necromancers produce results like this. when you focus on wanpyr stories it can be easy to forget that most necromancers are like, good at their job. heres something else to think about, though: necromancers require death for their services to be necessary. plenty of death is unavoidable, but lafossas biggest export is its necromancers, and so their healthcare system is basically nonexistent. there is not a huge vested interest in food safety, sewage management, treatment and containment of diseases, etc. if you cant afford to cough up for a necromancer when your kid croaks of food poisoning, oh well! youre on your own. i imagine swaths of the city smell really bad and are really really REALLY gross when i draw lafossa scenes, i like to put wear and tear on the surfaces. scuffs and scratches in wood, cracks in tile, mended tears in fabric. but this one depicts lafossa pre-stampede, and this is also a ducal bedchamber. so everything is in much finer condition. it was hard not to draw my usual little details, lol

[garland-on-thy-brow]

Listening to Handel's Ottone. Did not know the original context of Falsa imagine was "guy does not look like his tinder picture".

[kattartsblog]

If you can, can you please draw some of your silver void bad guys? I kinda miss seeing them a bit

The Cult of Alloy: “I’m surrounded by idiots.” - Calcare

I missed drawing these goobers too, Non! ;w;

I’m so happy there are people out there who are still interested in this tale. One day I will go back to this story. (I should seriously consider doing an update to their splash art, like how I did for the protags. But that’s just me typing out loud.) -w-;; If any of you out there are interested in learning about these baddies in detail, click here!

Thank you for sending this one, I hope you like the piece! ^0^

[akathecentimetre]

Staatsoper Bayerische, 2019 - Agrippina The Fall of Ottone - Iestyn Davies

Bonus:

[cottoncandyjester]

It's fine, I have lots of time, he needs someone who loves him, I can do this, bring me the boy, I will give him a kiss, and tell him he is pretty

Congratulations you obtained a traumatized Boyfriend (who might have a mommy and daddy kink but whatever)

Warning this contains: a little angst, abuse, mention of hanging, fluff

Sono pazzo di te= I’m crazy about you

To say that you were ottone’s lover was an overstatement for sure. You provided him with affection and love while he tells you that he didn’t do anything to deserve it. You noticed his urge to sleep with married men was starting to slow down though, he would stay at your house a lot longer and even would spend the night once a week.

“Ottone!” You cheered out as you opened the door seeing him there, you threw your arms around him smothering him with kisses as he wrapped a hand around your waist rolling his eyes but not stopping your affection attack.

“I missed you, pretty boy” you purred out as you kissed along his neck noticing that his face was starting to get red. He nudged you off before stepping into your house a tired sigh escaping him.

“I’m spending the night, I’m using your shower first” he said as he kicked off his shoes. “Alright, I’ll order pizza for us” you cooed out. For that brief moment you saw the corner of his mouth twitch but he turned away walking towards the

“ m‘Kay..”

He was slowly showing you a more vulnerable side, you remembered when you two first met and he wouldn’t even let you stand close to him without complaining. You two found yourself cuddled up on the couch watching some movie though ottone was starting to doze off, burying his face in your chest as he tightened his grip on you.

You ran your fingers through this hair as he groaned softly at the feeling. “Such a pretty body” you cooed out, the praise making him shudder as he glanced up at you. “Do you mean that when we you say it?” He asked softly, moving ontop of you and staring down at you with a firm glare.

With zero hesitation you placed your hands on his hips the sight of him making you blush, his thick curly hair being a mess from your constant petting to that shy expression on his face the only light in the room was the tv and it was just enough to show how flushed he looked.

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful” you said softly only for him to lay on you his face back in your chest. He held you tightly as you resumed petting his head, soon feeling his breathing get heavier as he relaxed.

You glanced down seeing that he had fallen asleep. You reached for the remote while keeping the other hand on his head and turned the tv off, he must have been pretty tired and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up by moving to the bedroom.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you woke up to the smell of coffee and fresh bread. You walked to the kitchen to see ottone leaning against the kitchen counter taking sips from a mug

“Buongiorno..” he mumbled out still clearly sleepy, he placed a plate on the table before sitting at the table with a gentle hum, eyes cloudy with thoughts.

You sat next to him putting a hand on his leg “what’s on your mind pretty boy?” You asked out as he focused his attention on you.

“Sono pazzo di te…” he whispers out before locking eyes with you. He never told you that he loved you so this was huge, you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah? So would you officially call me your partner?” You teased as you moved closer.

“Hmm, you sure about this? You could back out now. Tell me to get out, never speak to me again. That would be easier” he whispers out with a slight gulp. He shuddered at you grabbing him by the back of the neck “sorry pretty boy, you’re stuck with me” you whispers before pulling him in for a kiss hearing a sound that made you melt, ottone’s laughter.

“Well that’s new”

“Sorry I’ll try to keep my joy down to a minimum, only frowns and sighs of annoyance from me” he teased with a smile, another thing that was new but definitely something you loved.

“Please never stop showing happiness, it’s amazing.” You said as you started to trail kisses along his neck his little shivers making you giggle. “You know my neck is sensitive..” he whispers out with a shaky breath.

Just as ottone was going to pull you into his lap his phone ringed, a long sigh escaped him before he patted your leg. He got up before grabbing his phone and answering it, the moment he did he pulled the phone away from his ear scaring heard from the other side.

“Get your ass home now! Who the fuck you think you are deciding to run off with some whore!” The voice roared, ottone’s mood immediately grew irritated “I’m coming home now, no need to fucking scream” he hissed out as he hung up and gave a long sigh.

“I gotta go..” he mumbled out as he walked out to the kitchen towards the door, he started to put his shoes on while you grabbed his jacket. “You Gonna be okay?” You asked as he took his jacket and threw it on.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay..I’ll call you soon” he said before glancing away awkwardly, with a smile you moved in for a kiss “I’ll see you soon pretty boy, even if I have to go over there and take you” you said softly warning a chuckle

“You want to take me? Pervert..” he said softly before pressing a kiss on your cheek slowly leaving. As he started to walk home he lit a cigarette feeling all the anxiety and fear hit him when he got home

“Alfonso you’re gonna kill him, he’s been punished enough!” Sophia snapped as alfonso pulled the rope, taking a few more steps back. He made a pulley system with ottone being hanged, the rope around his throat causing him to wheeze and gag as his face turned blue.

“Alfonso!”

Lorenzo’s booming voice made the male drop the rope, ottone coughing and even vomiting as he breathed heavily. All he could think about how terrible it would be to see you again, the thought of dragging you into his personal hell sounded awful..he hated it but disappearing from your life might be the best thing.

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[madame-yus-wife]

Iestyn Davies as Ottone in the Met’s Agrippina.