Emperor Caracalla - Blog Posts

I couldn't have said it better 👏

i just love this scene. the way geta is taken aback by the poetry. he's guarded, wary, trying to unpack the underlying threat - a wild animal faced with a machine for the first time. he knows there's something dangerous here, but he can't determine the extent of it.

caracalla, as he is one to do, breaks the tension. he doesn't sense the threat, not like geta does. caracalla is happy with the turn of events, so geta backs down accordingly - but not without a little threat of his own, just so lucius knows that geta isn't oblivious to the harm.

it's the same way acacius threatens geta w/ the consequences of more war. geta's gaze shifts to the side. he knows acacius is right. but caracalla chimes in, giddy about bloodshed, and so geta doesn't pursue the potential threat. he allows it to slide.

geta is the sharper twin. he can smell blood in the water. but he doesn't follow up on his suspicions, especially not when caracalla delights in the source of the threat.

caracalla was always geta's greatest liability and weakness. love killed him in the end.

"noooo it's just a silly pic!!!" nah, there's obviously a deep meaning here.

C:

Because they're all freaks! Hope this helps

tell me why i'm starting to obsess over Lucius Verus after the evil twins?

(still obsessing over the twins tbh)

Acclamation Day

Aka: Caracalla's stream of consciousness during the biggest moment of his life.

They're waiting for him. It's his big day after all, his acclamation.

Everything is going perfectly, but why shouldn't it? Beautiful purple and gold robes have replaced his old blue and gold ones and the fabric is soft and light on his skin. He looks down at himself. Yes, this is nice, his old ones had been stained anyway.

Geta never let him wear purple even though they're emperors and emperors wear purple, he knows that and he knows Geta knows that too but he had never been allowed- why though? It's silly, he should be able to wear purple because he is an emperor and thats what emperors wear, but he's in purple now so everything is okay. Except Geta still isn't here and he isn't sure why. Where is he? Perhaps already in his seat.

He spots Macrinus. Behind him, a bit further away is Lucilla. Lucilla didn't want to be his Mummy so now she had to pay. But... he isn't sure if he still wants her to pay, anymore. She could still be his Mummy, he could give her another chance. The General hasn't been around for a while, so maybe with him gone, Lucilla would change her mind.

"Must we kill Lucilla?" He whispers to Macrinus.

Macrinus is tall. He leans in, on his tip toes. Macrinus is nice, he told them about the plans the General and Lucilla had made. Geta said that they could trust Macrinus, so he does.

"Until she is dead, you will never know peace" Macrinus whispers back.

He nods. His head hurts a bit, and he moves on slowly, heading up the stairs. It's hot in the colosseum, and his nice new purple robes are beginning to stick to him.

Two big chairs. One for him and one for Geta. Geta isn't sitting here like he thought he would be. So where is Geta? Geta never leaves him, at least not for long. It's been a little while but they were just talking, they had been arguing actually-

Well, if Geta isn't here, he might as well take Geta's seat and let Dondus have his old one. That is nice of him, he thinks. He's a good emperor.

He smiles. The games begin and he can't stop himself, he loves this. He loves the colosseum, he loves the games, he loves watching the gladiators and wild animals. Sometimes it's hard for him to follow, it's hard for him to track which is the animal and which is the human but its all the same isn't it? It's all the same and its fun. He and Geta have been coming to the colosseum since they were boys- where is Geta, again? He should be here-

He looks throughout the box. There's Macrinus, behind him, like usual. Macrinus is watching the games closely so he turns back around and focuses too. A good emperor must always lead by example.

And there's Lucilla! She looks beautiful, even from a distance. He remembers what Macrinus had whispered to him. Peace. He likes the fighting and the bloodshed and watching the gladiators fly through the air but he knows peace is good, people like peace. His fingers fiddle with the gold thread on his robes.

A yell from below catches his attention. The Praetorians are doing a good job, he thinks, squinting at the action. A laugh slips out and his tongue finds his gold tooth. Where in the world is Geta? He's missing it, he's missing everything, he's missing the big day-

There's that gladiator poet Geta hates! Geta is going to be so angry when he finds out he missed this-

The men are scrambling below, yelling and shouting, crying out and it's so close to him- he scoots forward, trying to see everything. When they were children, he and Geta used to practice with wooden swords, yelling and rolling in the courtyards, just like this. They are emperors now and Geta says it's unbecoming to play fight again like they used to, but it would be fun, he thinks. It's hot and he's sweating a bit but that's okay- a little sweat never hurt a warrior-

"This is war! Real war!" He cries out, unable to contain it.

Does anyone hear him? It's loud, almost too loud, and his head throbs once more. The crowd is yelling, he watches them all, the plebeians, his plebeians, his people. He shifts back in his seat.

Where is Lucilla's General? He'd like this, he'd like the action, perhaps he could even ask the General to show him some things- Geta's cape! He has Geta's cape and he has laurels to match, he could-

Copper red rivers squirm through the sand below. But it's not the salty, fishy smell of water he's used to when he goes to the coast. It's metallic and cold, wafting up with the dust and nestling in his senses like it lives there.

He leans back in his seat. It's hot, he's too hot, his nice purple robes are sticking to him and he doesn't like them anyway, he decides that suddenly, he wants to be back in his old ones, even if they're stained, even if it's Geta's blood on them because that's what it was, that smell, that red splash across the sand that was the same blood spray that had covered him. He's sitting in Geta's chair and Geta isn't here and it's not good, nothing is good anymore, this is not how his day is supposed to go- Geta is supposed to be here but he's not and he's sitting in Geta's chair and its his own fault-

Warmth spreads from his shoulder down. Someone is touching him, Geta, he is praying. A cold brush against his ear lobe, is his earring falling? And then-

Has anyone else ever thought about the idea of Caracalla talking to his brother’s headless body the same night of the murder? Because I have. I imagine him pacing the room, trying to speak to his brother as if nothing had happened, his voice cracking with anger, desperation, or maybe guilt.

What if he didn’t even realize the head wasn’t there? What if Macrinus had already taken it, leaving only the lifeless body behind? Caracalla might have poured his words into the void, oblivious to the grotesque reality before him.

Imagine him kneeling beside the body, gripping the empty shoulders, begging for forgiveness from someone who’s no longer whole, not even in death. Maybe he reaches for the head that isn’t there, only to feel the cold, bloodied stump under his hand. The horror would crash over him slowly, piece by piece, until the weight of what he’s done is undeniable and unbearable.

Then he wakes up the next day. It was a long night but he doesn't even remember what happened. Everything is still the same, right?

i want to be crushed by your sweet caress

brotherly love

pathetic little emperor

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.

Bro why do we not talk about this..

i have no reasonable explanation for this

Saw Gladiator II today,,, those weird ass ginger freaks have entranced me I fear

Emperor Caracalla please stop laughing at me it’s hurting my feelings 😕

redraw of one of my sketches SORRY! boooooo unoriginal booo ahhhh tomato tomato

guy who likes Caracalla: hi I like Caracalla

Raw. Till I’m screaming. Next question.

FRED HECHINGER MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

FRED HECHINGER

-coming soon!

QUINN MOSSBACHER

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EMPEROR CARACALLA

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DMITRI KRAVINOFF

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SIMON KALIVODA

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

Does anyone have any good Fred Hechinger/Simon Kalivoda/Emperor Caracalla wallpapers or know of someone who does? I can't seem to find any 🙁

GLADIATOR II MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

EMPEROR GETA

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EMPEROR CARACALLA

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LUCIUS

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GENERAL ACACIUS

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

An Unwanted Marriage (Marcus Acacius x Female OC)

CAST

Pedro Pascal as General Marcus Acacius

Anna Popplewell as Lady Cassandra "Casey" Acacius neé Gracchus

Derek Jacobi as Senator Gaius Sempronius Gracchus

Joseph Quinn as Emperor Publis Septimus Geta

Fred Hechiner as Emperor Caracalla

Connie Nielsen as Lucilla

Rest of the cast as themselves

An Unwanted Marriage (Marcus Acacius x Female OC)

Chapter 1: The Birth of Cassandra Gracchus

Summary: General Marcus Acacias, misled by lies about his shy, bookish wife, treats their arranged marriage with cold disdain. Despite her quiet efforts to connect, his harshness drives her to retreat. When he uncovers the truth about her father’s deception, Marcus must confront his guilt and choose between repairing their bond or letting pride destroy it. A/N: This is just a modified version of the full summary which is available to read on the Masterlist

Warning(s): Mentions of childbirth and death

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"It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live." – Marcus Aurelius

The grand estate of Senator Gracchus had been bustling with excitement in the days leading up to the birth of his first child. The news had spread quickly across Rome—the senator’s wife was going to bring a new life into the world, a child that would be celebrated as a symbol of his legacy. Yet, that celebration would never come.

Inside the birthing room, all was chaos.

“Doctor! Help her!” Senator Gracchus’ voice thundered, panic thick in his words. His normally composed demeanor had shattered, replaced by frantic energy as he paced beside his wife’s bed.

Antonia, his wife, had been in labor for hours. Her cries of pain echoed through the marble halls, but something was wrong. The doctors, gathered around the bed, exchanged nervous glances. They had hoped for a smooth delivery, but now they feared the worst.

“Push, madam! Push!” one of the doctors commanded, his hands steady but his voice strained. He tried to reassure her, but it was clear that time was running out.

Antonia, drenched in sweat, gripped the sides of the bed, her face contorted in agony. “I can’t… it hurts…” she gasped.

Senator Gracchus, normally unshaken, now loomed over her, his face tight with worry. His fists were clenched, his entire body vibrating with fear as he leaned in close to her ear.

“You must, Antonia. For the child. Please.”

The room held its breath as she pushed once more. There was a sickening pause.

The baby emerged into the world, lifeless.

The silence in the room was suffocating. No cry. No sound of life.

“Why isn’t she crying?” Gracchus shouted, his voice rising in terror. He turned to the doctors, his voice barely controlled. “Why isn’t she crying?!”

The lead doctor immediately moved toward the baby, his hands deftly performing chest compressions, trying desperately to coax the infant to breathe. “Come on, little one,” he muttered, his voice a soft prayer, “please.”

The tension in the room felt unbearable, every second stretching into eternity. Senator Gracchus could barely look at the scene before him. His wife, pale and trembling, lay motionless, blood staining the sheets beneath her. Her chest rose and fell weakly, but she wasn’t responding.

“Doctor, what’s happening to her?!” Gracchus demanded, his voice breaking. His heart was in his throat.

The doctor did not answer immediately, his hands working quickly. Then, finally, he looked up with grim realization. “Senator, there’s too much blood loss. Her heart is failing.”

“No!” Gracchus cried out, stepping closer to his wife’s side. “No, please, you can’t take her from me now! She can’t die. She just can’t!”

But Antonia’s blood continued to flow, a river that would not stop. The room became a blur of movement, the sounds of the doctor’s desperate instructions to the others blending with Gracchus’ frantic cries.

Then, just as hope seemed to slip away, a small sound broke through the tension—the tiniest of breaths from the newborn. The baby gasped for air, and then another, a soft cry.

The doctor stopped his compressions, his eyes wide in surprise. “She’s alive… the child is alive!” he said, relief flooding his voice.

Gracchus, shaking with emotion, looked down at the newborn in the doctor’s arms. She was so small, her fragile cries filling the room with life. He had forgotten to breathe for a moment, his body tense with the mix of relief and horror.

But his wife, Antonia, did not stir. Her hand, once warm, was now cold. Her lips were ashen. Gracchus turned to her again, his voice catching in his throat. “Antonia? Please… don’t leave me.”

It was too late.

The child was alive, but her mother… her mother was gone. The room fell into a stunned, sorrowful silence. Gracchus stood there, paralyzed by grief, as the newborn was gently placed into his arms.

The babe, still fragile, let out another tiny wail, but all Gracchus could do was stare down at her, his heart shattered in two. This child, this little girl, was his heir—but she was also a reminder of everything lost in that moment.

A mother was gone, and with her, a piece of his soul.

“She’s Cassandra,” Gracchus whispered, his voice hoarse with the weight of sorrow. “Cassandra Gracchus.”

As the hours passed, the estate that had been prepared for celebration now stood in mourning. A birth that should have been the beginning of something bright had instead marked a tragic end.

And as Gracchus looked down at his daughter’s innocent face, his heart hardened into something cold. He would raise this child, but she would never fill the emptiness his wife left behind. She would be a symbol of loss, a reminder of the cost of life.

In that moment, as he gazed into the eyes of the newborn, Gracchus swore that he would never allow her to forget the price she had paid for her existence.

🔸Even in Arcadia *. 🪷𓂃. Dedication to Emperor Geta {+ Caracalla}

Geta & Caracalla | Napoleon Dynamite Parody ✨ૢ·̩͙ "See what happens if you try and hit me."

"Why are you the way that you are?" Geta vs. Acacius - The Office parody .𓂃🩵✨ૢ·̩͙

Y'ALL IM FUCKING BEGGING SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE SOME FRED HECHINGER x male reader rnnnn 😫😫