((It always seems when I want to do something for this blog, stuff pops up! I recently got news that my dog has been diagnosed progressive cancer, lymphoma, on Tuesday, and my tablet pen is so shaky that it makes my sketches look terrible. I’m really sorry for the lack of activity, it’s just getting real difficult to draw anything on this laptop! I think I’m going to need to replace both the external battery and internal battery or something. I just want to get this thing fixed. It’s getting to the point where it’s totally ridiculous! Thank you for being so patient with me. For now, it’s text answers on my side blog, which can be found here. I’ll update with a picture if I either somehow find a way to deal with this annoying shaking, or I get this thing fixed. From the past, though, I have the feeling I’m going to have to work on the former.))
((Guest art from asklord-caesar! If anyone else would like to participate, feel free to drop an ask or fanmail!)
![Also, to answer your question on “who made [me] a god,” it certainly was not me! It was rather the people I represent. Look around you, Cassius! They adore me for what I am, and I am certain the personal way -you- regard me is not going to change what the majority supports.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1f5kqkX791r5m1beo1_1280.png)
Also, to answer your question on “who made [me] a god,” it certainly was not me! It was rather the people I represent. Look around you, Cassius! They adore me for what I am, and I am certain the personal way -you- regard me is not going to change what the majority supports.
Silence your impudence! You are driving me crazy! I am not present for a few days, and I come back to this mess of all you imbeciles crawling all over each other! Get back to where you belong! All of you!
((OOC: In other news, I got my tablet working in SAI again! Thank God, because I was getting real bored! There’s too much text on my dash. I needed some visuals to liven things up.))
((My nicer tablet decided to kill itself when my dog jumped on my bed and totally messed up the power jack on the tablet. Which…honestly, I never thought was possible. Anyway! I do have another, less-nice tablet, but my art program just really…hates it for some reason? It lags way bad whenever I try using it on SAI. So I can’t draw anything decent. So until I get this stupid thing sorted out, I can only reply via text. Sorry about that! I’ll try to get this solved as soon as I can, because I would really like to draw again! Thank you all for being patient with me, especially with the new…uh, company I have!)
What are you imbeciles doing, harassing everyone with your impudence? Get out of my sight. Both Nero and Caligula, you are making yourselves look like utter fools. It is perhaps a good riddance that you both are deceased! You are nothing but utter disgraces of what Rome, my Rome, is supposed to…
You know what, Julius? I was more or less planning to bug you for a few days before - and this is the ironic part - going back to Hell to resume my throne on a more permanent basis.
But you just couldn’t keep your fat mouth shut.
The really amusing part is that neither myself nor Nero has to so much as raise a finger to see to the downfall of everything you love and everyone you care about. Rome is already a morally bankrupt cesspit of corruption and decay, and all you’ve done is sit atop your throne and spread that corruption across the world as if nothing was wrong. It’s much like an infection coursing through a wound not licked clean, amusingly enough. Your day is coming, Julius, and you are the architect of your own demise.
I’ll be waiting for you with baited breath and a very large amount of hair tonic.
Oh no, I “made her mad?” What ever shall I do?
Oh, you were planning on leaving? Then be my guest and be hasty about doing such. Your “throne” down in “Hell” is meaningless to me, as well as your flowery similes. I am not dead yet, and I do not plan on dying any time soon. Additionally, even if I did, perhaps it would be a good thing, then I could straighten you two out for tainting the good name of the Julio-Claudian family!
You threaten me with the mystery of death, but I am not afraid of it. You throw it around like it will put me to my knees in some pathetic blundering mercy for forgiveness where forgiveness has no place to be given. I love the name of honour, more than I fear death. If dying in the name of honour is how I am fated to leave this world, than so be it. I would rather die in the name of a Rome that loved me than a menacing tyrant that was feared, which seems to be your case. I have fought in many battles, and I have had my share of struggle and defeats. I am not a coward. Cowards die many times before their actual deaths. I regret nothing I have done and given to the great empire of Rome, and if I should die in the name of what I have done, then I would be damned if I should die another way. It is true that Rome was struggling when I came to rule, but with me came peace, stability. What can you say for yourself? An emperor who parades around announcing that he is burning in a fiery cesspool in the underworld dedicated to those who have done unspeakable evil? You sicken me. The only way I can view you is not with fear, but with…what is the proper word? Pity? Contempt? Disappointment? All of which are apt words to describe you.
What are you imbeciles doing, harassing everyone with your impudence? Get out of my sight. Both Nero and Caligula, you are making yourselves look like utter fools. It is perhaps a good riddance that you both are deceased! You are nothing but utter disgraces of what Rome, my Rome, is supposed to be.
Go back to your “Hell” and stay there. The fact that you both managed to break out without having a modicum of intelligence between the two of you will never cease to astound me. At least that “Caesar” has the sense not to walk around shoving his filthy nose into everyone’s business like it’s some kind of public spectacle. How do you even feel, knowing that others judge you, I judge you, lower than “Caesar,” who infuriates me with his pathetic attempts to recreate what I have done?You both should be ashamed of yourselves for allowing yourselves to stoop to such degenerative levels.
However, I should not have to even waste my time on you blundering idiots. Aquila non capit muscas. Be gone!
I promise I will channel my desire to doodle into some ask blog answers soon.
SOON.
In the meantime here are some doodles of Cesar for the mod of asklord-cesar
and some for the considerably lazier and fatter mod of asklord-caesar who apparently can’t ink anything any more.
Aah, how impatient you are, “Caesar,” for someone’s attention. You are quite ridiculous, being so brash. Tell me, “Caesar,” what is it that makes your outfit so…unruly when your emotions change? I will never understand the workings behind that, but, perhaps with how much of an idiot you look, it is for the better!
But, I digress. Look at those lovely pieces of me. Of what mysterious medium are you using to draw these…portraits? It is astounding to me. I enjoy your focus on my facial features, as well as the various expressions of mine. I suppose I cannot blame someone for wanting to focus on them, though. A wise choice of focus, indeed.
Except that look of surprise. I would never wear that. What is that piece of punctuation near my face? Is it even punctuation? How odd it is. And where are my laurels? Did that imbecile “Caesar” steal them from me again? Even so, my “surprise” would be more irritation than…frightened?
However, I do approve of these drawings. Very nice, indeed. It is a nice thing to see that I have people other than my “art slave” is willing to draw my portrait. Nor can I blame anyone who has or has wanted to!
Those sketches in blue, however. Why am I near him? And where are my laurels again? Anyway, “Caesar” is nothing but an annoying tick that follows me everywhere I go when he has not got his rear end attached to that ridiculous throne of his. The body weight and expression are perfect for him, though! Ha! If he actually listened, he could learn a thing or two from me. Too bad he is forever wrapped up in his pathetic fantastical dreams to pay attention, ey?
Finally, an opportunity to use this “Caption” area to properly discuss matters.
Think about it, anon. His name is “Caesar,” or at least the title he has had the audacity to give himself. What do you think that means? What it represents? It is directly linked to myself. My accomplishments, my greatness, my legacy. From…sources, he’s read books of mine. Specifically, ones of my strategies and tactics. From my books, he has been able to be so successful in conquering the land and tribes he has.
But that, also, is where his fault lies. Yes, he has advanced technology that I have yet to bear witness to its full capacity. Yes, he has power. But his “brilliant strategies” simply follow what I have already done. Do you not see? This “Caesar” is nothing but a sham. Everything he knows how to do is because of my books, my thoughts! He only thinks in a linear path based on that knowledge. Additionally, although we are the same age, I have much more experience as far as war. I have accomplished more. I have worked and bled for everything this man has mimicked and bastardised. If I were to change everything about how I run my army, he would not stand a chance. What he knows, I do, as well. He knows nothing beyond what he has read. So to tell me that he could beat me in the game of war is laughable. What is the use of trying to compete at a game he knows as well as I that I am better in? However, the image of that imbecile challenging me to battle is quite an amusing image. Ha!
