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BTS OF FRED HECHINGER AS SIMON KALIVODA
Just putting this put here...fred hechinger has a nice ass
Unpopular opinion simon and Kate we're headcanon possibly canon just friends like not romantic love between them. More than likely they had a sibling bond who knows. I just see them more as friends with nothing else. Also another unpopular opinion Deena was a bitch in part one 1994
Re watching fear street 1994 yet again. Simons voice crack in the bathroom scene has no right to be so sexy ughhhh
caracalla and geta are for the bitches who wanted to fuck the riddler instead of batman
there was indeed a third time
dick so good i had to go a second time
entered the theater not knowing anything and left blushing with butterflies
Little Drabble
A little Roman General Justus Acacius X Black/ Poc reader. A small dribble to just make something sweet for the time being.
His prize
General Acacius X Black/POC Reader
Hooves…All you heard when your husband was arriving home was hooves, as you were making your way to the entrance of your home with two handmaidens flanking you trying to help you cover up properly with a thicker robe, yet you didn’t have much care.
You were to see your husband, after many nights spent worrying about his safety, and praying to the gods for his safe return. You knew your husband wasn’t the most righteous man to others, but to you he was the stars that filled your devoid nights and the very embrace you’d wish for at that moment.
As your long curly and course/ loose and curly/ straight black locs trailed behind you to your mid-back, after falling from there silk covering as they fell against your silk night robes which were as white as pearls, as your beautiful melanin skin, which was almost like the color that made vases that told of the most beautiful stories and tales/ skin that held beauty as the brown tourmaline and as dark as the many shades of the Chocolate Tahitian pearls which were littered across your arms in bracelets.
The entrance opened as your husband still clothed in his ceremonial armor, came over to your, nearly running as you two embraced one another tightly, not many knew the gentler and more domesticated side of General Acacius, but you did.
You tilted your head up looking to see those tired yet loving dark brown eyes looking down at you, as you felt the warmth of his olive toned skin against yours, you both could let out a exhale of relief as your eyes closed no longer having to worry for the others safety, as the comfort of each other eased the worry’s off both your shoulders.
Your handmaidens gently laid the thicker robe across your back before leaving to their chambers, to leave you two. As he heard their footsteps go out of hearing range, he lowly whispered, “My Lady, Mea Vita, I can’t hold your body as close as I wish to, but I can carry your love closest with me…How I’ve longed to see you again.”. You let out a soft exhale as you reluctantly moved back some.
“As you carry my love with you, I carry and hold yours….I drew you a bath, relax yourself in it and then come back to me.” As you were about to take a step backwards against the marble, he gently tugged you back to him as you met his gaze. “Join me my lady..” He lowly spoke with a glint of pleading within his eyes as they softened, hoping you’d agree.
(Mea Vita translates to “My Life” in Latin)
Should I continue? Either with another character or just finish the chapter?
If you want a different character just comment.
Oh my, this is so beautifully written??
It's been a while since I read something on these two and I'm so glad the first fic after that time was this<33
You didn't disappoint, hope I'll read more angst like this from you<33
I very much recommend reading<33
and if you go, i want to go with you.
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚ synopsis: the sister of the empire has died, the emperors subsequently follow. (2.1k)
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚ contents: death, depictions of dead bodies and decay, mourning, buckle up for this, intrusive thoughts, angst, suicide, heart attacks and brain hemorrhaging
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚: caracalla x sister!reader x geta
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚ a/n: making my comeback with something sad!! let me know how you feel about this, as i’m slightly unsure of it! thank you all for being so patient with me, it truly means so so much to me!! a few people wanted angst, and i hope i delivered it properly!!
my masterlist!
the halls have begun to stench.
down the hall, next to geta’s chambers, the doors to their sister’s chambers are thrown open. through the doors, caracalla can see her body, cloaked by a white cloth. his hands wrap tighter around the flowers in his hands, thorns digging into his hands, yet the sting is dull. he hasn’t felt much since she died, flowing through his days as if he was stuck in a wine bottle, slushing around.
he can see geta’s hunched form, laying over their sister.
the moon illuminates the room, casting a light over the now abandoned room, dust covering the untouched surfaces. he can see the jutting of geta’s back through his night robes, the bumps of his spine protruding out as if he was the one dead. they’re the same robes that he had worn when they found their sister, curled into her bed, her soul ascended to the heavens.
it was no murder plot that took her life nor a fit of rage or a sudden spark of depression. no, it was her brain, physician after physician had been dragged into the room, crinkling their noses as they studied the deceased empress, gently pointing out the slight swelling of her head. they had murmured about blood pooling in her skull, leaking from a burst vessel.
even now, a week later, they cannot move her body.
there’s a pile of vomit next to her bed, rotting into the carpet, a sign of her struggle. next to it lies a pile of fabric she had been messing with, giggling about dresses and shawls. it pains him, to stare at the multitude of projects and hobbies littered around palatine, forever frozen in time. incomplete and forgotten. even now, in her bed, with the slight sheen of blistering and bloating, foam leaking from her nose as if she had a cold, caracalla cannot help but think she is beautiful.
he knows geta thinks the same.
even now, lingering at the door and trying to ignore the stench of his rotting sister, caracalla can see how geta holds her as if she’ll awake any minute now, clinging to her like a small child. his hair is matted from his refusal to bathe, darkened by grease as he curls into the side of the bed, refusing to leave. at night, when he sleeps in the room next to geta’s, desperate to be close to his siblings, caracalla will even hear him talking to her, crying pitifully.
but who is he to judge?
at night, caracalla curls deep into his bed, mourning the loss of his anaticula. the bed is no longer warmed by the sleeping body of his sister, seeking out comfort in the dead of night while geta works. no longer do the halls smell of berries and flowers, the curtains drawn tight as the smell of her body fills palatine. no longer does caracalla have support against geta, no one to run to when their brother gets mean. at night, he’ll cry into his bedsheets, trying to cling to the lingering scent of her perfumes.
the servants have left alongside their mother. all that is left is the two of them in their grief, guarded by the praetorian.
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rome mourns the loss of their empress alongside the brothers.
a darkness spreads over rome, the streets no longer bustling with life and activity when the news breaks. the games are indefinitely paused, any celebrations or parties getting lost in the wave of grief.
banners are hung over every window, aristocrat or commoner in remembrance of the now late empress. a procession is led through town by the praetorian guard once her body is removed from palatine, getting taken through palatine. deification had started later, with an uncanny wax version of the empress being presented in the temple.
when they first see her, the brothers cannot look away.
not while an uncannily similar version of their sister rests upon a bed of ivory and gold, dressed in her finest robes, gold and jewels strewn over her body like garland. a laurel wreath is wrapped around the figure’s head, large and commanding of attention as people pour in to pay their respects. on the left side of her body, the senate sits, cloaked in black as they stare ahead while the brothers sit on the right, dressed in their mourning robes. their outfits are eerily similar to their war uniforms, cloaks dangling off their shoulders with gold plates pressing into their chests, yet instead of white, they’re dressed in black fabric.
on the final day of mourning, geta is the one to seal his sister away, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before the bier is whistled away.
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they break tradition.
there is no cremation, no pyre that raises to the skies and carries the scent of death throughout rome. instead, their sister is embalmed and entombed within the pantheon. neither of them see her body before it’s put in it’s tomb, still intact. however, caracalla is cursed to see it while her tomb is getting shut, a glass pane spread over the top of her coffin, her face staring back at him before the door is slammed shut.
he pukes in the pantheon, nasty, gagging sobs leaving his mouth as the image of his sister’s embalmed body sinks into his eyelids.
that night, caracalla dreams of too dull eyes and pale skin.
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geta becomes cruel once their sister is gone.
he’s a mean shell of a man, screaming and launching items at caracalla as if he were a stray dog, haunted by the ghost of his sister. at night, he sees her still, curled into her side of the bed, head swollen with blood leaking out of her lips. he cannot move once the phantom joins him, unable to move or talk. he stays awake until the day breaks, the illusion of his sister disappearing once the light begins to seep into his room.
everywhere he goes, he sees her. phantom laughs echoing through palatine, flickers of tan skin and curly hair running through the garden, whispered proclamations of love flowing through the library. catching glimpses of white dresses running around a corner, forever out of his reach.
her death keeps him awake, constantly aware.
paranoia seeps into his chest as he continues on his duties, waiting for someone to take advantage of his weakness, waiting for the inevitable knife to slice through his chest. he cannot look at caracalla, haunted by his eyes that shine the same way their sister’s did. he pushes for more military invasions, not wanting to spend anymore time with the mourning look in general acacius’ eyes when they meet, pushing back any attempts of consolidation. geta wishes for pain, for suffering.
he wishes for sleep.
one night, he lies next to his phantom sister, mind sluggish with exhaustion and grief. the room is swelteringly warm, silence pressing into his chest as he thinks back to the warm nights he’d spend with his sister, sitting out on the balconies and watching rome, unbothered by their duties outside of their relationship.
and he wants to do it again.
he wants to loosely braid his sisters hair as she looks at the stars, stumbling through the stories of her day as she basks in the warmth of rome’s nights. he wants to bury his head in the junction of her neck and shoulder, to feel the comforting scratch of her nails in his hair as he cries. he wants to hear uncontrollable laughter and the slight rasp of her breath as she sleeps.
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he finds himself standing in front of her tomb.
the pantheon is empty, bare of it’s vestal virgins and priests, the moonlight seeping in through the windows, illuminating her tomb. his fingers dig into the stone as he pushes the door open, ignoring the loud creaking and dragging of the door.
his sister stares back at him.
if he didn’t know better, he’d assume she was stuck in her coffin, still breathing. heart still beating. she looks like nothing had ever happened, like she never rotted in palatine for days, organs and muscles deteriorating. as if her vessels had never exploded. as if geta didn’t spend weeks mourning over her dead body, feeling her skin grow cold and nasty as she blistered.
he knows he should turn back. that he should slam the door closed and return to the ghostly apparition waiting in his room. but he finds himself creeping closer to her coffin, stretching out a hand to lay against the glass panel, feeling the chill of her tomb creep into his body.
and then he cannot stop.
he’s slamming the coffin door open, the embalmed body of his sister falling into his arms as he sinks to the stone floor, holding her body close.
he cries like a baby into pale skin, tangling his hands in the familiar curls of his sister’s hair. he knows deep down, that it’s not truly her body, a mess of wax and embalmed organs lying in his grasp, the remnants of her hair blended in with hair that didn’t belong to her. he knows that it’s the body from her mourning, not the decomposing mess they had removed from palatine.
but he seeks out comfort from it nonetheless.
in the morning he will be found, clutching her close, wrists sluggishly bleeding as his body is removed from her tomb, freshly deceased. weeks later, he will be entombed in the same tomb, forever next to his sister.
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caracalla is left by himself.
there is no one for him to lean on, no comfort to be found in the sprawling halls of palatine as he mourns the loss of his older brother and younger sister. the weight of rome rests upon his shoulders now, cruel and demanding as he plans for geta’s mourning, for his brother’s embalming.
enemies have begun to press into rome, hearing whispers of the back to back loss of the empire. riots break throughout the streets, the people angry with the lack of consideration, with the lack of support and leadership. but caracalla cannot bring himself to face the masses of people, selfishly wishing that he could still hide behind geta’s demanding attitude. to be safe behind his brother’s iron throne and his sister’s popularity with their people.
hallucinations haunt him at night, twisting his preexisting sickness into something crueler.
terror seeps into his bones at all hours of the day, his heart forever seized in terror as he waits for his inevitable return to his siblings. every creak and whisper of wind within palatine sends him into a fit of terror, hiding underneath geta’s bed like a small child, curled around the linens that used to comfort his brother.
it’s with one clamber of a sword that caracalla is sent over the edge.
his body grows heavy with something he cannot explain, head spinning wildly as he curls into the linens deeper, terror spreading through his chest. he can do nothing but grasp the linens tighter as his body grows heavy, the world spinning as the pain in his body grows deeper.
in the morning, the praetorian guard will find him seemingly asleep underneath geta’s bed. the physicians will whisper about a broken heart and stress as he’s carried off to the temple, body being placed upon the same bier that held his brother and sister. caracalla will join them in the tomb, placed on the other side of his sister.
maybe in another life, they are not emperors and empresses, instead they will be small children once more, unburdened by power. every life they will find each other once more, together even in death as they’re reunited again and again. in some lives, they will be siblings, in others they will be classmates or soldiers in a war. in some they will be born to royalty once more, facing the same tragic fate of sudden death. in every life, their sister dies first and they follow suit, forever chasing her through time.
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Hell of a summer 2025 (My personal fanart) (I updated/added some things to it)
(changed/added a few things to it…hope you like/love it)
Ramblin’ Blues - Sadie Sink (O’Dessa 2025)
(lyrics)
I wish I was out on that road Oh, I wish I was out there on that road Oh, I get so lonesome cause I ain’t never left home Oh, I wish I was ramblin’ down that road I know there’s something out there just for me, yeah Well I know someone is out there just for me My daddy said “O’dessa you’ve got some great destiny” Well, I wish that I was out there on that road And I ramble Like my father Just like His father’s father And I’ll sing my song and wonder I’ll be ramblin’ like my daddy down that road Oh, lord I’ll ramble like my daddy down that road…
Chris Tian (Hell of a summer 2025) X Reader (Horror/Comedy)
CHRIS TIAN (HELL OF A SUMMER 2025)
Movie Plot/Summary
Y/n Hurney
Y/n Lazar
Y/N aka O’Dessa
CHRIS TIAN X READER…….
Chris Tian X Wednesday Addams!Reader (Wednesday Addams portrayed by Jenna Ortega)
Chris Tian X Emotionless/Stoic!Reader
Chris Tian X Deadite!Ellie Bixler (Ellie Bixler portrayed by Alyssa Sutherland)
Chris Tian X Deadite!Mia Allen!Reader (Mia Allen from Evil Dead 2013)
Chris Tian X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (Could be any Micheal Myers from any of the Halloween movies in the franchise, your choice)
Chris Tian X Female!Art The Clown!Reader (From Terrifier 1, 2, 3, and 4)
Chris Tian X Female!Pennywise!Reader (Pennywise from It 2017)
Chris Tian X Female!Masked Killer!Reader (What if…you were the masked killer?)
Chris Tian X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar from Abigail 2024)
Chris Tian X Telekinesis!Reader
Chris Tian X Carrie White!Reader (From Carrie 2013)
Chris Tian X Harley Quinn!Reader (Portrayed by Margot Robbie)
Chris Tian X The Monstrosity!Reader (The smile entity from Smile 1 and Smile 2)
Chris Tian X Jennifer Check!Reader (Portrayed by Megan Fox)
Chris Tian X Lady Dimitrescu!Reader (Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village 8)
Chris Tian X Lady Gaga!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Actress)
Chris Tian X Enid Sinclair!Reader (From Wednesday 2022-2025)
Chris Tian X Ahmanet!Reader (From The Mummy 2017)
Chris Tian X Enchantress!Reader (From the Suicide Squad, Portrayed by Cara Delevingne)
Chris Tian X Maleficent!Reader (From Maleficent and Maleficent: Mistress of Evil)
Chris Tian X Agatha Harkness!Reader (From Agatha All Along and WandaVision)
Chris Tian X Scarlet Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff from Multiverse of Madness and WandaVision)
Chris Tian X Nancy Downs!Reader (From The Craft)
Chris Tian X Cruella!Reader (Portrayed by Emma Stone)
Chris Tian X Deadite!Bridget Bixler!Reader (From Evil Dead Rise 2023)
Chris Tian X Verosika Mayday!Reader (From Helluva Boss)
Chris Tian X Rachel Roth/Raven!Reader (From the series Titians 2018)
Chris Tian X Diana Lance/Black Canary!Reader (From Birds of Prey 2020)
Chris Tian X Jinx!Reader (From the series Arcane, could be season 1 or 2)
Chris Tian X Captain Marvel!Reader (Portrayed by Brie Larson)
Chris Tian X Ravenna!Reader (From The Huntsman: Winter’s War)
Chris Tian X Sabrina Carpenter!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Actress)
Chris Tian X Doja Cat!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)
Chris Tian X Billie Eilish!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)
Chris Tian X Rio Vidal/Death!Reader (Portrayed by Aubrey Plaza)
Chris Tian X Female!Radio Demon!Reader (From Hazbin Hotel)
Chris Tian X Ghostrider!Reader
Chris Tian X Ghostface!Reader (Maybe…there wasn’t one masked killer they had to worry about)
Chris Tian X Airbender!Reader (Aang from the live action The Last Airbender)
Chris Tian X Ariana Grande!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)
Chris Tian X Ashnikko!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Rapper)
Chris Tian X Malaine Martinez!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)
Chris Tian X Vampire!Sammy/Jessica!Reader (Portrayed by Kathryn Newton)
Chris Tian X Half-Werewolf!Half-Vampire!Reader
Chris Tian X Siren!Reader
Chris Tian X Mermaid!Reader
Chris Tian X Zombie!Reader
Chris Tian X Vampire!Reader
Chris Tian X Werewolf!Reader
Chris Tian X Egyptian!Reader
Chris Tian X British!Reader
Chris Tian X Russian!Reader
Chris Tian X Australian!Reader
Chris Tian X German!Reader
Chris Tian X Pearl!Reader (From Pearl 2022)
Chris Tian X Maxine Minx!Reader (From the X trilogy)
Chris Tian X Demon!Reader
Chris Tian X Blind!Reader (Toph Beifong kind of blind)
Chris Tian X Succubus!Reader
Chris Tian X Transgender!Reader
Chris Tian X Bisexual!Reader
Chris Tian X Pansexual!Reader
Chris Tian X Lesbian!Reader
Chris Tian X Punk!Reader
Chris Tian X Goth!Reader
Chris Tian X Deaf!Reader
Chris Tian X Mute!Reader
Chris Tian X Femboy!Reader
Chris Tian X Ghost!Reader (You were killed by the masked killer instead of Demi)
Chris Tian X Valak!Reader (The demon from the Conjuring Movies)
Chris Tian X Sapphire Which!Reader (Instead of the Scarlet Which it’s the Sapphire Witch)
Chris Tian X Lindsey Stirling!Reader (Violinist)
Chris Tian X Famous!Guitarist!Reader
Chris Tian X Female!Metalhead!Reader
Chris Tian X Aerokinesis!Reader (Air Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Photokinesis!Reader (Light Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Pregnant!Reader (could be triplets, could be Nontuplets? And Could by Octuplets? Maybe? Maybe? 👀)
Chris Tian X Nezuko!Reader (From Demon Slayer)
Chris Tian X Daki!Reader (From Demon Slayer)
Chris Tian X Pyrokinesis!Reader (Fire Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Cryokinesis!Reader (Ice Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Chlorokinesis!Reader (Plant manipulation)
Chris Tian X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)
Chris Tian X Golden Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Golden Witch)
Chris Tian X Famous!Actress!Reader
Chris Tian X Amber Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Amber Witch)
Chris Tian X Emerald Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Emerald Witch)
Chris Tian X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Amethyst)
Chris Tian X Rose Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Rose Witch)
Chris Tian X Opaque Witch!Reader Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Opaque Witch)
Chris Tian X Vi!Reader (From Arcane Seasons 1 and 2)
Chris Tian X Darkness/Void Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Darkness Witch or Void Witch)
Chris Tian X Transmale!Reader
Chris Tian X Transfemale!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Wednesday Addams!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Harley Quinn!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Agatha Harkness!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Enid Sinclair!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Reader
Chris Tian X Geokinesis!Reader (Earth Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Catwomen!Reader (Portrayed by Hallie Berry, Catwomen 2004)
Chris Tian X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (From Bendy and the dark revival)
Chris Tian X Male!Carrie White!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Maleficent!Reader
Chris Tian X Na’vi!Reader (Could be any Na’vi from Avatar: The way of water)
Chris Tian X Tempastakinesis!Reader (Weather Manipulation)
Chris Tian X Carolyn Stoddard!Reader (Carolyn Stoddard from Dark Shadows 2012)
Chris Tian X Tourettes!Reader
Chris Tian X M3gan!Reader (From M3gan 2023 and M3gan 2.0 2025)
Chris Tian X Male!Cruella!Reader
Chris Tian X Gay!Reader
Chris Tian X Twisted Alice!Reader (from Bendy and the dark revival)
Chris Tian X Female!Yandere!Reader (Maybe there was a person working with the masked killer…and that person is you?)
Chris Tian X Femboy!Gothic!Reader
Chris Tian X Manipulative!Psychopathic!Traitor!Reader (You were working with the masked killer all along)
Chris Tian X Crazy!Insane!Stalker!Reader
Chris Tian X Female!Masked Killer!Reader (You were the masked killer the whole time..no one knew)
Chris Tian X Male!Nezuko!Reader
Chris Tian X Female!Nancy Downs!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Diana Lance/Black Canary!Reader
Chris Tian X Male!Goth!Reader
Chris Tian X Cannibal!Female!Masked Killer!Reader (You were the masked killer..picking off the camp counselors off one by one brutally..Even eating them)
Chris Tian X O’Dessa!Reader (O’Dessa from O’Dessa 2025, Portrayed by Sadie Sink)
Chris Tian X Crazy!Schizophrenia!Reader
Chris Tian X Athena!Audio Animatronic!Reader (Athena from Tomorrow Land 2015)
Chris Tian X Pearl!Reader (Pearl from Pearl 2022)
Cast
Finn Wolfhard as Chris Tian
Billy Bryk as Bobby
Fred Hechinger as Jason Hochberg
Pardis Saremi as Demi
Abby Quinn as Clarie
Deniel Gravelle as Ari
Julia Lalande as Noelle
Mathew Finlan as Ezra
Julia Doyle as Miley
Krista Nazaire as Shannon
D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai as Mike
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Hell of a summer (2025) (My personal fan art)
(It’s just a sketch, hope I did great)
~Season 5 Byler~
When you finish saving the world… (Ziggy Katz moments over and over)
Hell Of A Summer (2025) (April 18, 2025)
Or Bobby (Billy Bryk) is an option as well if you want…I’ll probably end up doing all choices or not…we’ll just see…(I’m basically gonna give you ideas for X readers for Hell of a Summer 2025)
The Winner Takes It All
Watched gladiator 2 on Saturday and left the theatre with the freaky ginger on my mind