#and rapes the girl she is destined to kill

[xekstrin]

Back on your Shrine Maiden train, I see

Every single time I wonder “wouldn’t it have been better to man up and kill Himeko?”

And every time I remember that Chikane, up until 5 minutes ago, was a fairly normal 16 year old girl who has quietly decided she’s going to stay in the closet while she watches the girl she loves fall for the obvious shonen hero.

And then Chikane remembers all their past lives and decides this time she can’t do it, she can’t kill Himeko NO MATTER WHAT*

*this turns out to be a very bad time for everyone else on planet earth and also Himeko

#absolutely bonkers nuts that she did what she did in an attempt to not have to kill himeko #AND IT FUCKING WORKED???? #chikane. #chikane really said HOW BAD ME BE? and obliterated the human race #and rapes the girl she is destined to kill #all to try and get Himeko (gods most special sacrificial lamb) #to hate her enough that this time Himeko kills her instead #this is a metaphor for topping i think #sorry im sorry im sorry that was a bad joke im sorry #ive had 15 years to process this ok #kannazuki no miko

[c0ffinshit]

Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

#dexter morgan #dexter showtime #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader #send help #i want him #dead dove do not eat

[thegirlnextdoorssister]

You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship

Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship

A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.

As always MINORS DNI

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Chapter 1: Soulmate

Soulmate.

What’s a soulmate?

Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one. 

My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes. 

Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love. 

That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.

I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years. 

I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car. 

“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.    

Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter?  Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.

The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.

Don’t you love her madly?

Wanna be her daddy?

Don’t you love her face?

Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door? 

Like she did one thousand times before

I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.

«5 hours later»

Welcome to Âme soeur

French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky. 

Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.

“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out. 

“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped. 

Room 222.

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[see-arcane]

Lucy, Jonathan, Mina, and the Bastardization of Their Horror Story

I’ve been chewing on this one for a while. I thought it kind of went without saying among all us bitter bookworms when it came to the TV and movie treatments of Dracula and the characters/arcs therein. A lot is a given by now; a running joke. But goddamn if rereading today’s entry didn’t just tick me right off all over again. So here we go.

Lucy Westenra is best known by public osmosis as ‘Mina’s Hot Best Friend’ and/or the ‘Maneater/Heartbreaker,’ what with her small-scale Helen of Troy setup with the suitor trio and Dracula gunning for her first once he hits England. Most people know the Francis Ford Coppola version which not only distills a lot of her and similar damsels’ treatments in Dracula flicks, but also specifically includes…a lot.

Like this:

It happens for a whole blink, and is never mentioned again or returned to as any kind of meaningful romantic relationship beyond, ‘Lucy hot, Lucy gets around, Lucy makes out with everyone, lol.’ It also includes, and very much highlights, this:

TW: Sexual assault/implied rape/impaired consent

Yeah. That’s Dracula, halfway out of his wolf form. Doing that.

This is followed by her swooning away in bed, becoming more vampy (in both senses) and so forth. Is she still a victim? Yes. But the framework of it has been entirely distorted. She’s the Whore to Mina’s (Marriable! She’s the brainy brunette destined to be with Dracula!) Madonna.

“She was susceptible to Dracula’s seduction because she was already the hot/promiscuous one! It was practically a monsterfucker meet-cute, guys!” –Francis, probably

Then we turn to today’s entry. Hell, the past couple entries in which Dracula’s been zeroing in on Lucy. He abused her sleepwalking, yes, but ultimately resorts to visits, stalking, and—as with today—idly playing with his food by sitting in plain view, watching her watch him, knowing how her mind is struggling between the sleeping trance and the innate dread.

(I know those eyes. I know them. I know him. I fear him. Why?)

This girl, barely nineteen, has been made a target. She has a pliable medical condition being used against her, like pulling a puppet by its strings. She can’t not sleep. She can’t avoid his tugging at her. No more than she can hide from him now that he’s tracked her back to the home she’s sharing with Mina and her mother. And yet, for now, what does Dracula do?

He toys with her. Just a bat at the window. Just a little taste, dear. Back to bed now, I’ll see you tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Because I can.

There’s no bodice ripping, no overt sexual assault, but the violation remains intact. Along with a far more palpable helplessness. Mina won’t be there to guard her forever or keep the room all shut up against Dracula’s visits. (No spoilers for future chapters, but suffice to say, the Count does not suffer being rebuffed very well or very long. Shit gets intense. Wait and see.)

We saw with the Demeter how Dracula behaves when it’s just a matter of gluttony with victims he has no interest in beyond casual cruelty. Kill, toss, kill, toss. It’s nothing to him.

Willing Lucy to open the window so he can drop the bat form, become himself, and get far more visceral in his playtime would also be nothing. But in Lucy’s case, as with Jonathan’s, when Dracula decides to take a true interest in a victim, he not only likes to savor the game, he prefers psychological torture. Especially with characters established as 24K sweethearts. (Sorry, Lucy. Sorry, Jonathan. Sorry, Mina.)

Right now? Lucy’s just barely at the start of her nightmare. And the most tactile the Count has been with her, period, is a couple nibbles. Everything else is down to the slowly shrinking noose of the situation she’s in. She doesn’t know that yet. Neither does Mina. Mild spoilers, there’s a period coming up where everyone will sigh with relief. They aren’t living in Whitby, after all. They’re on holiday. They’ll leave. Lucy will get better. All is well.

…Until Dracula gets moving too. Back to bloody business. And the volume gets cranked up past 11.

Now let’s swivel to the bizarre (if not unexpected) character flip of Jonathan and Mina’s situations. It’s been gone over a dozen times now just how screwed Jonathan Harker is in every adaptation. He’s either practically nonexistent or transformed beyond recognition into a walking snore. Explicitly ignoring the two months he spent as a captive with Dracula in one-on-one castle time. Canonically, this man spends the most time with Dracula in the entire book. His story could be its own book! Its own movie! And yes, Dracula gives some bullshit excuses about ‘learning how to speak like an Englishman,’ but the core of it was just…he wanted to.

He wanted to keep Mr. Harker in that big stone box with him, just to play mind games, savor that solicitor flavor, then pass him off to the Brides as a present before, presumably, forcing him to turn and join the undead girl gang. And while past directors have loved the idea of a trio of sexy voluptuous vampire babes pawing at a man and each other, that appears to be literally the only purpose Jonathan ever gets within a show/movie. Everything else gets scraped off.

They harvested his devotion to Mina and gave it to Dracula.

They harvested his fucked up Beauty and the Beast-style plush and predatory imprisonment—here, enjoy a cigar, some fine dining, a pretty room, lots of books, nonconsensual touching, being forced to lie to your loved ones, the cannibalization of two children, a woman eaten alive by wolves, knowing your own death date (Which won’t get you out of this castle! You’re here forever! We saved a coffin for you, buddy!), and all the Evil Monster Man Seeks Virtuous Damsel bells and whistles—and gave it to Mina.

Because if they kept to the book that’d look too Ell Gee Bee Tee. And not even in the hot unfulfilled lesbian way! Can’t have that. Nope, we’ll just hand all the creepy-amorous hospitality stuff to Mina.

And oh God. Mina. Poor, poor Mina.

The travesty of what gets done to her character in so many adaptations. She ranges from Classic Bland-Pretty Damsel to Miraculously Sensual-Spiritually Awakened Dracula-Wife (Not a sultry harem Bride, though! That’s for Lucy and the trio of sexy whats-her-faces in Transylvania. Who Dracula always seems to have no matter how romantic and suave he’s being. Can’t drop those standby chicks even for a reincarnation love story, eh, Francis?). We’ll see later how vital she is to the plot and tackling the problem of Dracula.

A problem she will be extremely vehement about destroying, considering the fact that this undead bastard is responsible for tormenting the two most important people in her life, in ways that are intended to terrify, convert, and low-key enslave the victims to a damned eternity. Once she’s clued in to all Dracula has done, our girl’s going to be livid and instrumental to helping the Vampire Hunter Gang in taking him down. But who needs that!?

Just have her go ‘Eek!’ or swoon into Count Fuckula’s manly liberated embrace!

Which really does sum up all of these characters’ crappy deals in media.

Lucy Westenra? Having a nuanced and increasingly horrifying ordeal situated on having a supernatural stalker walking you around like a windup toy in your sleep and preying on you in a fashion meant to ultimately destroy your happiness and humanity so you can join his undead sexdoll collection?

Who needs that!? Make her a redheaded Lilith caricature who barely needs a nudge to give it up to her sexy wolfman-monster-master! She’s the side chick anyway, who cares? :)

Jonathan Harker? Being the character who spends the most time of anyone in close proximity with the Count, the only one to share multiple conversations with him, gets forced into the damsel-in-distress role while Dracula and his Brides make sexually-coded predatory moves on him, gets traumatized by the death and horror he witnessed in the castle he barely escaped, all saturated with the driving force behind his determination being his love for Mina from start to finish?

Who needs that!? Just turn him into a stuffy English scarecrow who gets felt up by the Brides and then we can forget about him. Get that homoerotic shit out of here, we don’t need to see that. Oh, but keep that ‘Loving Mina to the Point of Corruption’ stuff—we can save that for Dracula. :) :)

Mina Murray? One of the earliest examples of intelligent and capable women in all of literature, let alone gothic literature, taking an active role in pursuing Dracula and being exactly as passionately in love with Jonathan Harker as he is with her, said love for him and Lucy being what drives her to participate in a hunt for a monster who wields the threat of not just death, but an infinite horror of existence, a fiend she loathes as much as fears?

Who needs that!? Slap a corset on her, heave up those breasts, and let’s make us a fine Victorian final girl for the Count to woo with his sexy badass vampire charisma. :) :) :)

Fuck :) you, :) Francis. :) And every book-bastardizing director like you :) :) :)

If someone wanted to do a real, fresh and, (yes!) romantic take on Dracula, I think the key would sit with two things.

One: Leaning into the healthy unconventional romantic relationships as much as highlighting the unhealthy/predatory undertones Dracula and the Brides bring to the table. It is possible, even while staying period-accurate.

Lucy can still accept Art’s proposal. But maybe point out that he, out of all the suitors, has the best financial arrangement—and that she and all the suitors basically stealth-conferred with each other. She, Art, and Quincey (Sorry, Seward, you came on too strong, too fast, too weird. Please reapply next year with a new polycule resume, sir.) are a throuple in as close a way as they can manage with Arthur ‘Son of a Lord’ Holmwood basically planning to set up a lifestyle in which they can all still remain together.

Hell, the Suitor Squad should have their own hints and confirmations among each other. Lucy might just be the latest addition to their group, who knows? Play with healthy large-scale LGBT and poly romances! Pool’s open!

Lucy and Mina? Lucy and Mina. In their case, I picture a somewhat past-tense romance, riding in tandem with Mina and Jonathan’s relationship, but open to renewing once all is settled with Mina and Jonathan’s wedding. We’ll say Mina has an open invite, Jonathan too.

Let Jonathan and Mina have the Most Intense Bi4Bi Gothic Romance of All Time the book explicitly lays out for them in coming chapters. They are sweethearts. They have been in love since childhood. They would die and kill for each other. (Yes, that is foreshadowing. Brace yourself, first-time readers.)

Let Jonathan flex his asexual/biromantic horizons. We all read into the ‘thing’ with him and Dracula, and even the hypnosis of the Brides—zero interest in reciprocating/invitation on his part. But if upcoming chapters are any indication, he’ll be firing sparks off with Quincey. Mild spoiler, they have a mutual love of knives! Fun! (Bigger spoiler, Seward, that repressed little bug of a man, is going to start having Thoughts once Jonathan enters the scene. You’ll know when you read it.)

Yes, vampiric and general monster media is often used as a vehicle to explore (or, sadly, demonize/fetishize) the Other. Carmilla did it with lesbians, Dracula does it with—gasp!—a male monster preying on/damselifying another man, the sultry and powerful women being monsters, and with the ‘evils’ of polyamory (No, not just the Bride harem thing. There’s a bit about blood transfusions that takes a unique turn. Again, you’ll know when you read it. Ugh.).

A new adaptation would win a lot of points in depicting all the positive reflections of non-heteronormative relationships and the heart of the last lap of the book, which is a group of good and valiant people taking on a dangerous task for others, and, I cannot overstate this enough, Jonathan and Mina’s love story.*

*Which I’ve mentioned before, could have taken a very spicy and sinister turn in and of itself. If any darkfic-loving directors out there want to take a chance…well. You know what to do with that kukri blade.

Two: Break the story up into three acts!

1.     Jonathan—The two months in Castle Dracula.

2.     Lucy—The perils of being Dracula’s first ‘special interest’ victim in England.

3.     Mina—Everything coming to a big, grisly, race-to-the-finish crescendo.

If you want to add extra salt to the wound, have a prelude and/or interspersed highlights of the fact that, according to the text and its implications, Mina, Jonathan, and Lucy have been friends since they were little kids. Yes, really.

Three friends who have known and loved each other all their lives, all on the verge of their respective happily ever afters, attacked and tormented one after the other by the same immortal sadist. That’s a horror story.

Like it’s supposed to be, FRANCIS.

tl;dr: I respect a good monsterfucker narrative, but Dracula is absolutely NOT THAT STORY. It is horror, and it deserves to be portrayed as such. There’s a whole other essay in how absolutely unrecognizable Dracula himself is in so many media depictions, turning him from a formidable and horrifying entity into ‘Heehee Hoohoo Sultry Vampire Man, give me your love bite~~~.’ They pulled his fangs out and made him into a Ken doll. But that’s a ramble for another time.

#Francis meet me in the pit #lucy westenra #mina murray #mina harker #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily #adaptation #bastardization #francis ford coppola #(he is not the only director to do his shit but his is the most well-known/damning/influencing example) #rant rant ramble ramble #dracula spoilers

[hadesoftheladies]

it's so convenient for men to believe that motherhood is natural and to conflate what "natural" means with "easy"

there is no natural process that guarantees a mother will fall in love with her child once she births it, and there is no guarantee a birth will not be fatal (attraction is natural, but love takes work, pregnancy is natural, but motherhood takes an insane amount of work)

death, post-partum depression, and indifference to the child are also natural parts of motherhood and pregnancy, but they are woefully neglected parts of the story

pregnancy and motherhood are glamorized and when any woman voices reasonable concerns and resistance to pregnancy or motherhood, women and men rush to tell her to stop demonizing motherhood and pregnancy and stop fear-mongering something that's just such a natural, beautiful process

and it can be beautiful, it's amazing that women have the ability to create life

but watching a pregnancy is literally traumatic for people, let alone going through one, it is bloody and violent and difficult, and being a mother is oftentimes, for many women, unpleasant and difficult, the labor, the toll it takes on your body, the fact that your children may end up being not good people . . . it is not a demonization of motherhood but a huge part of it

people, especially men, want to glamorize motherhood so they will always have access to offspring and don't have to think of motherhood as suffering or punishment, which it can be and often is (pregnancy has been used to punish women and to neuter them from independence and autonomy), because very few people want the role, the work, of motherhood, let alone women--not with how it's set up in society

but they have to believe that women want it, that women are destined for it because they don't want to see how miserable their mothers, wives and grandmothers are and have been

women who don't want children aren't deviant, they have always existed in huge numbers, and some of them are our mothers who were told nothing about sex as young girls, and their ignorance was exploited by their elders and men, forcing them into motherhood

just because they've done their best with the hand they were dealt doesn't mean they wanted it, there is no guarantee every woman should have a craving for children, it isn't unnatural to not have it

now younger women can speak more openly about it because they're more informed and can speak without being killed in the public square and forcibly raped (at least in some areas)

older generations of women didn't have these options

#radfem #radblr #motherhood #my thoughts #not wanting children is just as natural as wanting them #feminism

[findurmuse]

Rock et Femmes badass

Style : Grunge, Punk, Punk-Rock, Pop-Punk

A la fin des années 80 dans l'état de Washington au nord ouest des USA il y avait peu de concert de groupe connue L'état était considéré comme vide et les groupe préférais d'autre destinations pour leur tournées.

Dans ce contexte à vue le jour une scène très local notamment autour de Seattle avec de nombreux groupes qui se connaissent et se supporte entre eux.

Et après ça a explosé. Grâce au Label SubPop et des petits groupe genre Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden ou Nirvana deviennent mondialement populaire et la scène local trouve son nom : le grunge.

Mais a côté des super groupe y'a tous plein de pépites et moi je vais vous parler d'une facettes trop oublier du grunge a savoir les groupe de meuf badass.

Des femme engagée dans la musique il y en avais déjà dans les décennies précédentes bien sûr mais la scène de Seattle a permis l'émergence d'un vrai mouvement autour de sujets politique, des inégalités, des violence, du racisme qu'elles rencontrais dans leur vie mais aussi simplement le fait qu'elle avait autant leur place sur scène que leurs homologues masculins.

Voilà pour l'intro, maintenant place à la musique avec tous d'abord les groupe plus populaire, puis des deep cut qui méritent d'être plus connues et dans la et enfin des groupes actuelle parce que les femmes ont pas arrêté de faire de la musique badass en 1994.

I. Les groupes les plus populaires

Et on commence par celles qui est clairement plus connue pour son mari que pour son très bon groupe de musique : Courtney Love. Parce que celle qui fût la femme de Kurt Cobain (Nirvana) est aussi la frontwoman de Hole.

Des guitares bien saturé et une voix tantôt mélodique tantôt rauque dans les cris de rage de Violet ou Pretty On The Inside. Je conseil aussi Celebrity Skin dont le riff rentre en tête très vite.

Ensuite place a la leader du mouvement riot grrrls : Kathleen Hanna et Bikini Kill Je vais me répéter a ce sujet mais avec sa voix inimitable sur un rythme très punk avec des chansons qui dépasse rarement 2m30 elle parle d'émancipation et de féminisme comme dans Jet Ski, Alien She ou ma préférée de leur disco : Rebel Girls

Si les cris c'est moins votre trucs mais que vous voulez quand même du bon punk rock engagé, écoutez The Gits un de mes préféré de ce genre notamment pour sa guitare dont j'adore le ton et sa chanteuse Mia Zapata a la voix reconnaissable entre milles et au paroles souvent personnel et sombre comme dans Second Skin ou Bob - Cousin O. Malheureusement le groupe n'a pas duré longtemps a cause de la mort de Mia dans des conditions absolument ignoble . Je rajouterai Drinking Song parce que la terre a besoin de plus de chanson d'amitié.

Un petit dernier pour la route ? L7 est aussi un groupe connue et le seule de cette liste encore en activité. C'est moins "punk" mais tous aussi bon avec des mélodie entraînente et des paroles acide. Je conseil Shitlist, Fighting The Crave et surtout Pretend We're Dead

II. Quelques autres groupe de cette époque à connaitre

Pour la suite de cette série de recommandation je vais vous parler d'autre groupe de cette période. Elles sont moins connues mais mérite sans hésitation leur place dans cette liste.

Et je commence tous de suite avec 7 Years Bitch. C'est un de mes groupes préférés de cette période, leur son punk sans concession et leur parole franche qui attaque directement les problèmes de la société (souvent les mecs lol) me donne envie de renverser des gouvernements et de tuer le patriarcat.

Elles n'ont sortie que deux albums mais il sont excellents, notamment Viva Zapata dédié à la chanteuse de The Gits, tous comme M.I.A que je recommande vivement. J'ajouterai Icy Blue et le grand classique Dead Men Don't Rape.

Groupe suivant, Hammerbox, Ici on a des grosse guitare bien grasse presque métal elle la voix profonde et rauque de Carrie Akre dont j'adore le timbre.

Vraiment du grunge a l'état pur et un groupe qui mérite une meilleure reconnaissance ! Je vous recommande Bred, Hole et Hed en particulier.

Je pourrais continuer très longtemps mais je vais terminer avec un dernier groupe, Bratmobil. Que j'aime beaucoup pour la manière dont Erin Smith joue sa guitare de manière aussi simple qu'entrainante et efficace.

C'est un autre groupe qui n'a pas une longue discographique mais leur appartenance au mouvement riot grrrls et leur paroles féministe leur valent entièrement une place ici. Écoutez notamment What's Wrong With You, Cool Schmool et Bitch Theme.

III. Récents et toujours badass

Dernière partie de cette trilogie de recommandations grunge/punk/punk-rock et cette fois je veux vous parler de quelque groupe plus récents, qui continue d'être badass avec des grosse inspirations des groupes citée plus haut.

Et d'abord le groupe qui sort peut-être le plus des sonorité de ces recommandation : Meet Me @ The Altar. Iels sont tous récents et on sorties leur premier album cette année (sur le même label que Paramore soit dit en passant)

C'est du pop-punk avec des airs de la scene 2007-2013 et les paroles tournent autour des émotions de la chanteuse Edith Victoria souvent avec un son assez joyeux qui donne envie de chanter à tue tête avec un peigne en tant que micro. Je vous conseil Say It (To My Face), Kool et T.M.I en particulier.

Deuxième groupe de cette liste : The Royal They. On retourne dans un son plus punk avec de la grosse distorsion et une voix entre chant et crie sur des paroles acerbes et super bien écrites et un rythme effréné ça a vraiment l'air d'être le genre de groupe qui peut mettre le feu à un bar. Vraiment une petite perle qui je suis bien contente d'avoir découvert. Écoutez notamment C.N.T., Full Metal Black et Kamikaze

Et enfin le dernier groupe de cette looooonnnnggggguuuuuee liste que je veux vous faire découvrir, Destroy Boys C'est un espèce d'entre deux des deux groupe ci-dessus, moins vénèr et engagé que The Royal They mais plus punk que MM@TA et à mon sens c'est vraiment le descendant direct des mouvement grunge, riot grrl et tous ce dont on à déjà parler. Je trouve les paroles toujours très drôle, c'est bourré de sarcasmes et de refrain qui reste dans le crane dès la première écoute je recommande vivement Escape, Locker Room Bully et B.F.F.

Voila pour toutes ces recommendation sur mon intérêt spécifique du moment j'espère que ça vous plaira autant que ça m'a plus de vous envoyer ces pavés.

Je vous ai même fait une petite playlist avec tous les groupes dont j'ai parlé et quelques autre qui aura pu me faire écrire un post encore plus long https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1oXvDxiiiJ9FKsD8DtXO1O?si=065ab65f140c47e4 - A 🤘

#grunge #punk #punk pop #riot grrl #badass #music

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Hi there! I don't know much about the Greek myths, so I was wondering about the myth of Oedipus and how it translates to psychoanalysis: if Oedipus didn't know he was killing his father and marrying his mother (and blinded himself when he found out), how come do we call it an Oedipus complex when we have a desire for our mother and a hatred for our father? And in the same vein, why couldn't we do the same with the myth of Persephone?

hi love! you're absolutely correct in that observation, that oedipus very much did NOT want to fuck mommy and kill daddy — in fact, he escaped his adoptive home for this very purpose, and only found himself accidentally stumbling into a brawl with laius and a marriage with recently widowed milf jocasta (at least in the most popular versions of the myth, and the ones freud and his followers would've drawn from). however, the analysis of a myth cannot begin and end with its explicit contents, much less a myth as old and richly symbolic as that of oedipus: in the most basic surface-level symbolism, he represents the new killing the old and taking its place, the son rising up to adulthood via his father and successfully conquering them both only to become himself the father to be challenged (this is arguably present in oedipus coloneus), and his marriage to jocasta represents just that, the access to the world of marriage and power over family and kingdom, something every boy is destined to achieve as he grows into adulthood. that is what freud picks at, the father-son tension and the mother as a contended object able to bestow power unto its owner, and of course mother as the comforting loving presence we were born from and forever wish to come back to; there is no such tension in the myth of persephone, which rather represents the trauma of marriage and adulthood-fertility for young girls before they're ready to face it, and the fruitless wish for mothers to save their daughters from what they have also gone through before (somewhat more topical in ancient greece than now, but definitely meaningful in a society that is still violently sexual towards children and teenagers). hades-zeus is only influential in that he steals and rapes persephone, but the story is demeter's desire to save her daughter from the patriarch as she lays desperate and passive and lifeless in the underworld, hence if we must ascribe a complex to it it needs to be assigned to the active part, demeter.

#there's also the matter of jocasta as the archetypal great mother who ''ruled the earth before man'' [sic] the yonic abyss etc etc #but that is WAY beyond our pay grade rn god bless. #sorry for this BEHEMOTH of an answer this is barely breaking the surface of the ice. feel free to ask for clarifications on anything! #also reminder that im not an expert on anything im just a classics major with daddy issues #female oedipus tag

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The UAE…. Where rape victims can jailed for having sex outside of marriage but the authorities look the way when African women are forced into prostitution. But it’s ok with authorities because as long as the foreign male population has a foreign female population to exploit the local women won’t be harassed.

African women trafficked into the UAE are forced into debt and subjected to threats and violence, as they are kept in sexual slavery. The case of Christy Gold, who has been charged with sex trafficking in Nigeria, highlights the torment endured by these women in the UAE.

By MAGGIE MICHAEL 

Filed June 12, 2023, 11 a.m. GMT

On a pleasure boat cruising Gulf waters near Dubai’s glittering skyline, a Nigerian woman in a white dress and gold jewelry nodded and swayed as a gathering sang “Happy Birthday” to her.

Videos of Christy Gold’s 45th birthday party were posted in May last year on an Instagram account that showcases her glamorous lifestyle, months after Gold fled Nigeria, where she was facing sex trafficking charges.

Gold – whose name appears in court records as Christiana Jacob Uadiale – was a ringleader in a criminal network that lured African women to Dubai and forced them into prostitution in brothels, backstreets, bars, hotels and dance clubs, according to six Nigerian government anti-trafficking officials, a British human rights activist who has tracked her operation and five women who say they were trafficked and exploited by her.

Three of the women said in interviews that Gold told them that if they didn’t do as they were told, they’d be killed and dumped in the desert. Those who didn’t make enough money for her were taken to a room in an apartment in Dubai, where Gold’s brother starved them, flogged them and shoved hot chili paste into their vaginas, according to three anti-trafficking officials and five women who provided detailed accounts in interviews and court statements.

“They beat the hell out of me,” one of the women said. “The suffering was too much.”

In a statement to the court after she was charged, Gold denied that she and her brother were sex traffickers. “I am not involved in human trafficking and I do not have any girls in Dubai working for me as a prostitute,” she said.

Gold remains a fugitive from justice – part of what anti-trafficking activists and officials say is a thriving underground of suspected Nigerian sex traffickers who have taken refuge in the United Arab Emirates, a Gulf nation known for its wealth, futuristic skyscrapers and what rights groups say is a poor record on protecting foreign workers and basic freedoms.

The UAE is a major destination for sex trafficking, where African women are forced into prostitution by illicit networks operating within the country, an investigation by the International Consortium of Investigative Journalists and Reuters has found.

Emirati authorities do little to protect these women, according to anti-trafficking activists, Nigerian authorities and interviews with trafficked women.

This story is based on interviews with 25 African women, mostly from Nigeria, who described being lured to the UAE by Gold or other alleged traffickers, as well as dozens of interviews with humanitarian workers, investigators, Nigerian government officials and others with knowledge of sex trafficking in the Emirates. Their accounts are corroborated by court records and case files from Nigeria’s anti-human trafficking agency.

Human traffickers keep African women in sexual slavery by playing on their financial desperation and creating webs of manipulation and coercion, the reporting shows. They subject them to threats and violence. They ensnare them in crushing debts, often totaling $10,000 to $15,000 – huge sums for women from poor families. And, in many cases, they exploit traditional African spiritual beliefs to make victims believe that they have no choice but to do what the traffickers tell them.

This article is part of a reporting collaboration led by ICIJ, Trafficking Inc., which is examining sex trafficking and labor trafficking in many parts of the globe. ICIJ’s media partners on the project include Reuters, NBC News, Arab Reporters for Investigative Journalism and other news outlets in multiple countries.

Gold did not respond to questions for this story. In her statement to the court in Nigeria, Gold said she had helped Nigerian women and men move to the UAE by subletting space to them in an apartment she owned in Dubai.

“I even go as far as advising them like a mother so they too can make it in Dubai,” she said. But she told the court, “I cannot tell what these people did for a living in Dubai.”

In a written reply supplied by the Dubai government’s media affairs office, the emirate’s police agency said claims that Gold had engaged in the sex trafficking of African women in Dubai are “false and have absolutely no basis in fact.” The statement said Gold had “entered and exited Dubai legally and was not implicated in any illegal activities.”

The UAE Ministry of Foreign Affairs said any suggestion the UAE “tolerates human trafficking or that it has little regard to the victims of this heinous crime is utterly false.” Such allegations, the ministry said in response to questions, were “baseless and without foundation.”

The ministry said the UAE’s laws on sex trafficking carry heavy fines and prison sentences. A report the ministry shared said the UAE had referred 20 “human trafficking cases” to the courts in 2021, most for “sexual exploitation.”

The UAE has been involved in international police operations against trafficking networks, the ministry said.

Human rights activists and Nigerian authorities say the UAE doesn’t live up to its anti-trafficking commitments.

Fatima Waziri-Azi, director general of Nigeria’s National Agency for the Prohibition of Trafficking in Persons, said there has been “no cooperation” when NAPTIP has reached out to Emirati authorities for help hunting down traffickers working out of the UAE.

Angus Thomas, a British activist who founded an anti-trafficking education organization based in Ghana, said UAE authorities, including the police, were uncooperative when he urged them to help African women get away from Gold and her associates.

“I wrote, I phoned, I emailed, asking them to help me get the girls, sending addresses of apartments,” he said. “And I heard nothing.”

In plain sight

Sex trafficking is one form of human trafficking, which is generally defined as using force, fraud or coercion to induce someone to provide a service.

Most of the 25 women interviewed for this story said they were promised other types of work but were driven into prostitution. Others said they chose to do sex work but were trapped in situations in which they were abused, their earnings were stolen and they were unable to get away.

The UAE made sex trafficking a crime in 2006 and has established an interagency anti-trafficking panel and opened shelters for survivors. The U.S. State Department said in 2022 that the UAE has made “significant efforts” to combat human trafficking but still falls short in key areas – including failing to “consistently screen vulnerable populations for trafficking indicators, which may have penalized some victims for unlawful acts traffickers compelled them to commit, such as immigration or ‘prostitution’ violations.”

The UAE follows Islamic law, yet prostitution and sex trafficking are open secrets. Business cards with photos and WhatsApp numbers for brothels disguised as massage parlors litter many areas of Dubai. Spas, dance clubs and bars are filled with sex workers.

A hierarchy based on skin tone plays an important role in the UAE’s sex industry, according to interviews with trafficked women and visits to spots where prostitutes congregate in the UAE. Lighter-skinned women from Europe are generally trafficked into higher-end venues serving wealthier customers. Darker-skinned women are often steered to alleys and street corners, providing sex to low-income migrant workers from South Asia and Africa.

One Nigerian woman described being taken by a trafficker to an open-air brothel in the desert between Dubai and another emirate, Abu Dhabi. She said she and other women would take off their clothes and spread them on the ground, and men would come to have sex with them from 5 p.m. to 11 p.m.

A Nigerian mother in her 20s said a trafficker led her and two other women to a parking lot in Ajman, one of the emirates that make up the UAE, and forced them to have sex with male clients amid vehicles that were being painted and repaired. At the end of the night, she said, the traffickers took all the money, leaving them with nothing to buy food.

After she broke free of the trafficker, the woman said, she slept in the streets and begged for food. She nearly lost her mind, she said, before a nurse from Nigeria rescued her and helped her get home.

The UAE's sex industry is shaped by the country's distinctive demography and economy.

Nearly 90% of its population comes from somewhere else – mostly foreign workers employed in construction, hospitality and other industries. Most of them are men and they arrive alone. As a result, 69% of the UAE’s population is male. The government deals with these demographic realities by deploying extensive surveillance in the UAE – and by allowing a bustling sex trade as a way of pacifying male workers, according to two former diplomats who were based in the UAE and monitored sex trafficking.

Gold and Mercy

On New Year’s Eve 2019, Thomas, a photographer and anti-trafficking activist, had a one-day layover in the UAE before heading home to London. He was going into a supermarket in Dubai when a 19-year-old Nigerian woman approached him and offered him sex.

He declined, but asked her if she wanted to return to her home country.

She told him, Thomas said, that she and 22 other women were under the control of a trafficker named Christy Gold. Back in London, he sent her money to rent a safe place to stay and then arranged a flight home to Nigeria.

Thomas said he began trying to rescue other women trapped in Dubai. He started a campaign called Send Them Home, raising money to cover victims’ escape and travel costs. Over several months, Thomas said, he helped rescue eight other women who said they’d been held against their will by Gold or other traffickers operating in the UAE. Thomas’ account was confirmed by Nigerian anti-trafficking officials and women who Thomas helped escape from traffickers.

He also shared information that he had gathered about Gold with Nigeria’s anti-trafficking agency NAPTIP, which can arrest and prosecute alleged traffickers. His efforts included tracking Gold’s Instagram account, where she displays hundreds of online posts featuring lion-shaped gold pendants and other jewelry she sells through a gold trading business she runs from Dubai.

In a May 2022 email to Waziri-Azi, the Nigerian anti-trafficking agency’s director, Thomas wrote that Gold was “flaunting her wealth built on the backs” of young women “she trafficks to Dubai.”

Little is known about Gold’s background. In her written statement to the Nigerian court, Gold said that she traveled to Dubai in 2009 and after that began shuttling back and forth, buying gold, shoes and handbags in the UAE and selling them in Nigeria.

According to victim statements to the court and interviews, Gold and her associates targeted Nigerian women who were desperate for work and new lives, promising them jobs in hair salons, restaurants and other retail businesses in Dubai. Gold’s associates helped them obtain Nigerian passports and tourist visas to travel to the UAE.

Descriptions of her operations come from five women who said they’d been trafficked by Gold. Three gave detailed interviews. Two of the three women interviewed for this story, along with two other women, have submitted witness statements in Gold’s criminal case.

Each of the three women interviewed for this article said she was trafficked after being approached by a recruiter, Mercy Ewere Owuzo, who worked with Gold.

One said she was working in a shop in Nigeria’s largest city, Lagos, in July 2019 when Owuzo told her that she could make much more money as a salesperson in a store in Dubai.

“I didn’t ask any questions because she told me she is trying to help young women and I thought, ‘She is a kind person,’” the woman, 25, recalled.

She said Owuzo paid for her passport, plane ticket and UAE tourist visa.

After arriving in Dubai, she said, she talked by phone to Owuzo, who told her there was no job for her in a store. Instead, she would be going to clubs, restaurants and hotels to sell her body. It was the only way, she said she was told, to pay down the $12,000 debt that she owed Gold for bringing her to the UAE.

The three women said Gold also controlled them by confiscating their passports. Then, they said, she created fake passports that appeared authentic enough to get them through routine police stops or past front desks at hotels – but not enough to get them out of the country.

It’s not clear from witness accounts and court documents whether Gold was the topmost leader of the alleged trafficking network. The three women interviewed for this story said she exercised a substantial level of authority and was deeply engaged in the network’s operations – personally threatening, for example, to leave their corpses in the Arabian Desert if they didn’t comply with her demands.

“Every time we don’t bring money, they would beat us, put pepper in our vagina, pepper in our eyes,” said one of the three women, who said she was working as a hairstylist in Nigeria before Owuzo promised her a better-paying job in Dubai. “Many of us had wounds, but we weren’t taken to hospitals because they don’t want people to know what they were doing to us.”

All three of these women spent time in a two-bedroom apartment in Dubai controlled by Gold. At one point, they said, Gold occupied one bedroom, while as many as 18 women were crammed into the other, with most sleeping on blankets on the floor.

It was here, according to interviews and court statements, that women marked for punishment were sent and where Gold’s enforcer – her brother Solomon – sexually assaulted them and beat their malnourished bodies with a hookah hose, broomstick or other implements.

NAPTIP officials said Solomon has not been charged with a crime. Gold said in her court statement that she never ordered Solomon to hurt anyone who stayed in her apartment in Dubai.

“I have never at any time instructed him to beat any of the girls as I have never had cause to beat any of them,” she said.

ICIJ and Reuters were unable to contact Solomon.

Victoria Oburoh, one of NAPTIP’s top prosecutors, confirmed that Gold and Owuzo worked together. In May last year, NAPTIP was able to win a conviction of Owuzo on sex trafficking charges in federal court in the Nigerian state of Delta. Oburoh said that case and the one pending against Gold are “sister cases.”

A lawyer who represented Owuzo during her trial declined to comment.

NAPTIP began an investigation of Gold after one of her alleged victims reported her to the police in Nigeria. Authorities charged Gold with six counts of violating Nigeria’s sex trafficking law.

After a judge released her on bail, she failed to show up for a scheduled court appearance on Nov. 3, 2021. Her lawyer told the judge that Gold had been “found half dead on the bed” and taken to a hospital.

The judge ordered that Gold be taken back into custody. But authorities had no luck tracking her down, NAPTIP officials say.

Christy Gold had disappeared.

Put me in prison’

Loudspeakers announced evening prayers at a mosque in Al Baraha, a working-class neighborhood in Dubai’s populous Deira district, when a reporter visited last August.

Steps away, young women in colorful wigs and low-cut evening dresses lined up in front of shabby buildings for their day’s work: providing sex to men. On the fourth and fifth floors of one building, South Asian men sat in the stairway, scrolling on their phones, sipping beer and waiting for their turns with the sex workers.

All the while police vehicles slowly navigated the district’s narrow alleys – part of the policing and surveillance apparatus that keeps UAE authorities deeply informed about what’s going on in Dubai and other emirates.

One of the sex workers was a young woman who arrived from Ghana in June 2022. She said she was promised a job as a housemaid but found herself doing an entirely different kind of work.

She rolled up her dress to show the bruises that came with the job.

“A few days ago, my eyes were swollen after being hit in the face and slapped when I failed to meet the target,” she said. “It’s my boss who did this to me.”

He told her, she said, that if she wanted to gain her freedom, she had to pay a debt of nearly $10,000.

“Where do I go? What do I do?” she asked, breaking into tears. She said her trafficker, whom she didn’t name, had taken away her phone and passport. Another way traffickers and their subordinates control African women is by using the power of juju, a traditional African spiritual belief system.

Women targeted for sex trafficking are required to take “juju oaths,” solemn vows to do the bidding of the recruiters who have promised to help them find work abroad. As part of the oath-taking ceremonies, they are told to strip naked, kneel for hours and swallow noxious drinks that can make them dizzy. They’re warned that breaking their vows of obedience could put a curse on them that could cause injury, death, even generational misfortune for their families.

Most of the women interviewed for this story said they had been required to take a juju oath, with some of the ceremonies conducted in Nigeria and others after they arrived in the UAE.

Three women said in witness statements in Gold’s criminal case that Gold’s associates required them to do oath-taking ceremonies in Nigeria before they traveled to Dubai.

“She makes us believe she has juju,” one woman who claims she’d been trafficked by Gold said in an interview. “That is, if we run away, we can become mad or die.”

In her statement to the court, Gold denied organizing such ceremonies.

When women brave the threats of real violence and otherworldly consequences to try to escape their traffickers, they say they often get little help from Emirati authorities.

A 25-year-old Ugandan said that after she fled a brothel in the Deira district of Dubai where she was forced to work, she headed to the nearest police station. She said a police officer took her back to the brothel and negotiated with the trafficker to return the passport to her. The officer left without doing anything else, and the trafficker took the passport back again, she said.

She got away for good only after she reached out to Nyondo Rozet, a Ugandan YouTube broadcaster based in the UAE. Rozet posted a video about her plight, which raised the money for a plane ticket home.

Rozet, whose videos primarily appeal to the Ugandan community in the UAE, said in an interview that a woman who called her, saying she was the trafficker, offered her money to take the video down. When she refused, Rozet said, other people contacted her to threaten harm if she didn’t delete the video, telling her: “You are not going to survive.”

The Dubai police did not respond to questions about the incident.

A 23-year-old woman from Nigeria’s northeastern farm belt said she thought UAE police would help her after she fled a brothel in Abu Dhabi where she and six other women had been locked in a room filled with steel beds separated by curtains. Every night, she had to have sex with half a dozen men.

She had slipped away when her boss got drunk and left the key in the door. But when she walked into a police station in the Khalidiya area of Abu Dhabi, she said, an officer told her, “Go to where you came from.”

She said she pleaded: “Put me in prison!” But “they turned their back to me. I was crying, but they paid no attention. They said: ‘To Hell with Africa.’”

The police station in Khalidiya did not respond to a request for comment.

Extradition request

For years, large numbers of migrants from Nigeria and other African countries have sought jobs and new lives in Europe. Migration routes have changed as European Union members have pushed migrants back to Libya, the main transit point across the Mediterranean Sea. With the way to Europe increasingly blocked, African migrants have turned, in growing numbers, to the UAE and other rich Arab nations.

Oburoh, the NAPTIP prosecutor, said that when trafficking cases have links to Europe, governments there provide information and cooperation that help the agency apprehend and prosecute traffickers. But when it comes to the UAE, official cooperation is nonexistent, Nigerian anti-trafficking investigators said.

At home, NAPTIP operates in an environment where some government officials also have been accused of engaging in human trafficking – and where, NAPTIP officials say, convicted traffickers often avoid jail terms.

The Nigerian government did not respond to a request for comment.

#united arab emirates #UAE #anti sex industry #anti exploiting women #Sex trafficking #Nigeria’s National Agency for the Prohibition of Trafficking in Persons #If sex work is empowering then how are the women left with no money after the pimps take everything? #Societal issues when 69% of a countries population is male #Send Them Home #Using spiritual beliefs to trap in abusive situations women #Women around the World Wednesday

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Beauty and the Beast

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Original character - NSFW! | MDN

Warnings: relationship development, age gap, attempted rape, virginity loss, peeping, gentle sex, blow job, hand job, bloodplay, bites kink, daddy kink, loud sex, unprotected sex, sex with a pregnant woman, alcohol, smoking, death of animals.

Sub-chapters 1, 2

3.

Gina was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees with her thin arms and staring into space. The girl woke up very early from a sudden panic attack and now, when the first rays of the sun are about to paint the tops of green giant fir trees outside the window, trying to fall asleep again was a bad idea. Today she will have a meeting with her stepmother's new boyfriend. Gina knew by heart how this "most pleasant" acquaintance would go – in the morning, this b!tch will wake her up at the crack of dawn, put a rag and a mop in her hands and make her scrub the house like a last cabin boy, so that everything glitters when she returns from another expensive shopping this week. "How wonderful it must be to spend my father's money," - the girl thought sadly, furrowing her eyebrows angrily. Her father died many years ago when little Ginny was at school – the amount of alcohol consumed with his sick heart killed a seemingly healthy man, and her stepmother didn't interfere with his daily libations in any way. The girl painfully pushed away these memories – the thought that then she had lost the only person who loved her even a little bit, burned worse than hot iron. Her thoughts returned to the scenario of the upcoming unpleasant meeting: she knew that Rose would definitely yell at her when she returned and checked the whole house for cleanliness, and if she found at least one speck of dust (and she would, you can be sure, and even if she didn't, she would pretend), Gina will have to get into a scandal with her again, but this will not save her from repeated cleaning. The girl sighed and shivered when she thought of something much more unpleasant – a meeting with another lover of Rose. These oiled beauties (and Rose was greedy only for such) stared at Gina all evening like hyenas at a piece of fresh meat, tried to touch her knees under the table, while the stepmother, decorated in the style of Pennywise, chirped something that they clearly cared much less than the hips of a young girl.

Comparing her stepmother to Pennywise the clown, the girl smiled. Rose really was a hellish creature with the appearance of an angel, banished from Heaven, but before that she flew through all the heavenly weather troubles that were possible. In her early 40s, she looked quite worn out by life (numerous lovers who abandoned her with amazing speed – as soon as they got her money – didn’t add to her beauty), but still attractive, it couldn’t be denied: a tall slender cold blonde with brown, almost black big eyes and plump lips definitely attracted attention. How she also attracted the attention of Gina's father, whom Rose met at another conference.

The girl thoughtfully passed through her fingers a strand of her fiery red long hair. "The same color as dad's..." - Gina thought sadly, but she wasn’t destined to indulge in painfully happy memories of her father - a hurricane named Rose flew into her small room without even knocking.

"It's not even dawn yet, and she's already here, she's breaking records!" - the girl was mentally indignant, but aloud with feigned mirth she only said: - Oh, hello to the sleepless! Are you already carrying a mop?

- No, honey. You'll take it yourself. - the blonde hissed angrily.

- Pfft, stop playing the viper. Maybe you should have knocked first? – Gina, still sitting on the bed, looked straight at her stepmother, who was swollen with indignation.

- I'm in my house and I have the right to do what I want! I didn't ask a little b!tch! - Rose spat. - Well, who knows, maybe I'm here just having fun with your previous... what was his name? Henry? And then you burst in. - having said that, Gina watched with obvious pleasure as the blonde rolled her eyes, ready to scream so that her ultrasound would be heard in the neighboring city.

The girl didn’t wait for the slap, which was obviously promised by the outraged Rose's upraised hand, jumped out of bed and darted past the evil fury through the doorway, slipped into the bathroom and locked herself there, leaning her back against the cool door and exhaling.

Cheeks, chest and back were burning as if Gina was burning from the inside. Another quarrel in the early morning will not add calmness. Of course, Gina wasn’t going to have sex with any of Rose's vile fans, but it was masochistically pleasant to annoy her stepmother, who was already burning with anger and envy, although the girl knew that with this statement she hadn’t added points to herself in her eyes and now she would have to scrub the house almost all day. 

Gina slipped out of a white short nightshirt, revealing the light peach skin of narrow girlish hips, a thin waist and elastic small breasts. Long wavy reddish-copper hair fell on her hips, enveloping her back with a pleasant warmth, warming in the coolness of the dark bathroom. Gina didn't turn on the light, not wanting to give away her location to the enraged stepmother, who was now rushing around the house in search of the daring stepdaughter, clearly wanting to lower a punishing hand on her cheek. And now she, stomping loudly, ran past the door, shouting "Where is this nasty little snake?!". Gina knew that she would soon calm down by going down to the first floor, counting a crisp (dad's...) bills and preoccupying her thoughts with the upcoming shopping trip. The girl didn't want to stay naked in the cool bathroom for a long time, so she threw her long leg over the high side of the ivory bath, stood in it, trying not to slip in the dark, carefully turned on the shower and with pleasure substituted her body with warm water jets. There was nothing more to fear, Gina had clearly heard that the fury had gone downstairs and was probably salivating there, counting dad's money. What a pity my father didn't take care of the will…Now both his money and his house belong entirely to his wife, who, even on the day of the funeral, was barely persuaded to wear black and she didn’t look upset at all, collecting a disapproving glances of neighbors and elderly distant relatives. Gina clearly remembered that day…She, the little tearful girl with red pigtails, stood at her father's grave and realized – that's all, there is no longer a single close person, only his body is here, not his soul. She won't hear his cheeky laughter anymore, he won't throw her up to the ceiling with his strong arms, laughing with her…

Gina didn’t notice of tears poured down her cheeks, she was so deeply immersed in memories that she realized that she was crying only when her eyes stung. Exposing her face to a relaxing jets of water, she washed away her tears, took a deep breath and turned off the shower. She had to pull herself together. Now is not the time to indulge in bitter memories, there is still a whole life ahead, and Gina hoped that it wouldn’t be as shitty as it is now.

The girl turned 18 two days ago (Rose, of course, ignored Gina's birthday, however, did she remember it at all? Gina was more than sure that she didn't), she had recently graduated from school with exceptionally good grades, which Rose also didn't care about. But the question about a university remained open. The evil blonde never had money for Gina, so it was useless for her to even stutter about paid training. From the age of 14, the girl worked part-time wherever she had to, she wasn’t afraid of work and wasn’t a sissy. But a money was obviously small. And now... for university, she will need a lot more than Gina has earned in her still short life. Well, she would think about it later, but for now…It's time to finish with the shower and start cleaning, the girl thought fatally. Anyway, this vixen will not let her live in peace if the house is not licked to shine before the arrival of her new precious boy.

#silco fic #vampire silco #silco x oc #silco #arcane

[magnoliamyrrh]

the world is so cruel to women. genuinely. so cruel. from the moment of birth usually. all over the world, with some exceptions. female infants killed in horrific ways in the arab world, china, im sure theres other places too. female toddlers who are already taught that they are sexual and promiscuous in comparison to their male counterparts which is fucking insane. FGM which has been done in theory since ancient egyptian times. child marrige, because what does it matter it physically and mentally harms the girl forever, shes nothing but to be bought and sold and then impregnated, sometimes treated worse than cattle. destined to be a mother and wife when shes barely reached puberty, sometimes before. breast ironing, foot binding. murdering and torturing women for allegations of extramerital sex, or witchcraft, or miscarriage, or speaking evil into the ears of men, or some other bullshit. menstrual huts - lovely to see how many cultures around the world decided women are dirty and impure. one culture starves their women and has teenage girls die of anorexia another culture forcefeeds their women to fatten them, you got 14 year old girls crying that they cant eat anymore and want to stop. women and girls forced to bear pregnancies unwanted, sometimes of rape or incest. prostitution for survival. sex trafficking. rape being used as a war tactic. so often raised under so much stricter rules and with so much less liberty than boys. kept from public meetings, governments, schools, work, told how to act and what to wear and what to be. not safe with their own men not safe with other men and always sorrounded by and living in the oppressors world. and if you somehow mentally crack after 4738 generations of opression and your own experiences, youre a hysterical delusional woman or possessed. remember, no matter what, the woman has to be nurturing and understand and kind and entertaining. lord, lord help us every time i think of the plight of women and for how long its been going on i cant help but weep for every women now and all those who have lived before us

[fkyumerica]

Tue 9:32 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnaOvWeiBQw she wont understand shoot her dead

Marianne Bachmeier : “I did it for you, Anna.”

i can find that anne marie

shows her photo at the end

right went with her first, wont talk

their chimpanzee race

race them around, fight them off

and the left went with her third

can only say no

and only sad face at her for her to get down

since he did it to her

and left

both mated with her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VxV2louFq8 and one chimpanzee fight leave it end

Father Attacks His Daughter's Killer in Court

to tell them to leave their wives, the oldest race

and

then they draw their eyebrows on after

whose

their own

i couldent even tell where to leave becausee of those men

rape them young

one at end shows it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPrcFgf0k80 and fight her

Final Destination 6 | Teaser Trailer | Warner Bros, New Line Cinema

Tue 9:51 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgXVDi3aLSM it shows the giants face drawn

Welcome to Derry – Full Teaser Trailer – HBO Max – IT Chapter 3

and that girl in the car is 5

(spolier) They deserved a happy ending 😭💔|gyeongseong creature| #gyeongseongcreature #parkseojoon

mother lived smaller than him

a skin on his back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJtIjupffDk marilyn mansons dad

A father confronts his son's killer

or other guy in band

who is it!?

people went nuts is that my son!?

someone gave him acid

they go through withdrawls for years

it meant alive again taken away by the drugs again

and possessed

something takes his life again

practically dead

and suicidal

and him i dont care i dont want anyone to fuck me

i was the only one in black court caring about them

this was his entire family and they were all crying

touching him meant that

and each other

holding onto him wwas it

holding each other

hugging

and crying

fake eyelashes held their eyes open

and knew to sit back

and the pregnant woman, knew she could hear it

and it didnt kill the kid

or who sat her down there

he was pissed too

i gotta go through all of this

for guys who give them dope to break up

and one bigger guy to calm him down too

guys have been jumping on judges

he had to look like he caared about him like a friend

didnt see one who cared so much

they left them there in kenya

he was fighting about someething else

dont yell at them

the creatures

their families would faint

others from behind them would shoot tranquilizers from tubes

at them

that looked like that guy on trial

now they know what court is

everyone talk about it

instead of sit there and not listen

what was it at 21

suffer from them

or with them

she cared

are you stupid? bring it here

to calm me down

i can

if the number of family members there remind me they are safe

and too

backing up

and other girls

he smiles

they know they can back him up

friends of his daughters

they cant get up

scared and crying

before knocked out first time by their boyfriends

got jealous

and as iinfants and kids

couldent learn more

scared

brain damage to skull too

numbs it

pain

sitting there and crying

and there doing coke to not cry making the court room worse

its alright

hope you are too

hope you are too sounded mean

taking the day off work is ok

even if its 4 days in a row if there is a family emergency

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y7gXJp9vo0 that guy in court jumped on her to rape her

Mom tells daughter's killer: 'I would kill you'

had a relationship with her daughter

had so many kids she couldent raise all of them

didnt care after a while they wouldent listen to her, they were so bad

dad had to discipline her? didnt and they wont learn

took too long

they will never listen in their life

dont yell if its not your family

not yelling is it too

dont

she could stand trial to yell at her kids

killing people that day

he got 8 of her kids

pregnant in relationships with him

and inbreds too she looks it

just to see if they could listen to big her in court

there in the chair

they would watch their parents be executed

men would do it for them

in nut houses

they were left in

then they learned how to inject someone

kids would

if they mated with that man they are him too

and if they are inbreds in his family anyways they are that man too

cant tell them no they are not they do the same crimes

inbreeding is one

and dur dur mr.incredible is their family

i recognize you

to live in the woods still

take it up kids

vagina

joke too

didnt want em

the kids

and i wont you too, fucks other guys

said it like that too

then i guess we're gonna win

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkFRRkVIH1o they posed for me as the new buisness men

Rammstein - Anna (DEMO) LYRICS

we found a volcano

pose in front of it

yea across from it on the river

its foggy cause of cocaine

lots of cocaine

crack looks darker i thought

heat it up on crack

Tue 11:41 AM

5th season already out on dvd

this guy and his younger wives turn on the sirens to electrocute people

and let out perfume and fuck in the stores

black women

their kids are the guidos and female guidettes

pimp them

yea she'll fuck you

and oh fuck him

meant the same

and older ones their kids that are fatter

inbred

and got taller fatter ones

as kids

and only with their inbred can they live

and mate again

for free shit from the store nonstop

so many of us

who can count

and dont learn girl i can hit on you and fuck you now

and does

and his hockey wife gets the shag haircut

spray her hair white

plaitnum

and its the stanley cup

we came this far-steve yxerman

Tue 12:15 PM

mexicans are their dads too, two relationships, cheat, inbreed

live away

spain

raise and feed them watch them cheat beat them, new york

other states

cheat and inbreed

he said it to his sons and the other ones wont listen

the guy in the therapist episode and his dad

doctor

now let me touch all of you

wont listen im having fun

i dont care

black teeth is his dad

and friends with them the whole time youre it too

a asshole

for anyone to fuck and lets it happen right

rape

yea right yea

do not be in their area

so they finallly get shot

or you will be killed

in the way

too bad

bye

50$ free food

gross fat asses

slaves

go in their group and kill them

Tue 1:44 PM

 

Tue 2:56 PM

https://www.facebook.com/reel/306799325519985 they will eat it with that tree killer on it

no she only eats white

and pussy

[chadmplss]

Critique #2 ｡ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ｡˚

After my death tomorrow

By: Vchesterg

Marco — 16 years old boy who was destined to die at the young age

Margot — Marco's friend, and she's the one who saved him

Magne — Margot's best friend

Vaeden — Marco's best friend and the greatest enemy of Magne

Diyes — Marco's best friend and the most intelligent among them all

Cygny — Marco's ex-girlfriend who cheated on him

Summary

Marco is a 16 years old boy who is destined to die. But they give a mission to Margot and their friends to keep Marco alive even after 10 years. Margot receives tons of messages, letters from Spero futurae, and voice messages of Marco from the parallel universe are all warning for them to avoid. Marco from the other universe died because of depression and all of the issues that come to him, and they want the future them to avoid it, and they will be able to save Marco. One day, Marco's father died also because of depression and he is a drug addict. Marco's father raped and killed a girl, and that girl was the girl Vaeden likes. Vaeden got so mad, and he exposed Marco's picture of his private parts that he sent to his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him. Marco feels sk betrayed and he keeps on trying to kill himself, but luckily, there's Margot to comfort him and talk to him when he needs to. Margot likes Marco so that she's giving her best to save Marco's life. One day, Marco and Margot are supposed to meet at the playground, but then Cygny comes out of nowhere, and she confesses to Marco that she likes him. Margot saw everything that happened, and when Cygny left, Margot was about to leave, but Marco saw her, and he called her. Margot pretended that she didn't see or hear anything about Cygny's confession. It's been a month since Marco and Cygny became official, and Margot finds out that Cygny is cheating to Marco with the clinic doctor. Margot is supposed to leave, but Cygny chases her and tells her that she doesn't tell it to Marco because he'll get hurt. Diyes confessed to Margot that she likes her, but he also assured her that he's not asking for like back, Diyes just wanted Margot to know about her feelings. Even though Diyes confessed to her, nothing changed on their friendship, and it also made them become closer. Eventually, Marco finds out that his girlfriend is cheating, he saw it in front of his eyes inside the Comfort Room of the school that she's kissing another guy and Margot is also their, she witnessed everything that happened. Marco realized that Cygny was not worth it to him, and a week later, he confessed to Margot that he liked her, and he also said that he's going to court her. Margot was so happy about that, knowing that the boy he like finally likes her back. Margot and her friends planned to have a camping in the beach, they wrote a letter to their future selves and they will read it after 10 years, they put the letters inside the jar and buried it. 10 years later, Marco and their friends go back to the beach where they held their camping and they read the letters that they wrote for their selves. Diyes read his first, and next is Vaeden followed by Magne, and lastly was Marco. Marco read the letter of Margot, and the letter is about to save Marco. They cried, knowing that it's been 10 years since Margot died while saving Marco from getting hit by a truck. Margot was so selfless, she's willing to sacrifice her life for Marco. Marco, stay alive for Margot's sacrifices, and that's the end of the story.

Moral lesson:

Friendship is all about being there for them through their ups and downs.

[chriscdcase95]

I don't normally post these, but I often make character designs on Saints Row: The Third and IV, and thought I'd share one for a book I've been reading.

I have no model building software, and I am shit at drawing. What we have here is Death's mortal form from Final Destination: Looks Could Kill.

I was doing a readthrough for TV Tropes, but that's a whole other business all together.

In the Final Destination movies, Death of course has no physical manifestation, in Looks Could Kill, Death takes the form of an elderly black man in a gray suit, to make a deal with villain protagonist. Sherry Pulaski. This design is based off the description of this form taken from the book (to the best the games limitations can allow).

In Look's Could Kill, Sherry is another would be victim of Death's, but saved her friends from one of Death's disasters. All of them being models. While Sherry manages to save her friends from a boat sinking, she is horribly disfigured as a result.

After months in a coma and a failed suicide attempt, she is visited by Death in a human form, who makes her a deal; if she helps him collect the other survivors, he will restore her beauty and let her achieve her dreams of being a model. Preferably, if he claims them before one of Sherry's friends has their baby.

----

“What you see before you, bears as much relationship to my true nature, as that mask you wear does to your own image. If I shown myself in a truer aspect, your brain will boil in its skull. I could have just as easily manifested myself as a handsome movie actor or a pale young girl with too much eye make-up. No child, I chose this form so you would be more receptive to what I have to say.”

(...)

“Centuries ago - as mortal things reckon time - something like a god loved a mortal woman. His love for her was so great, he gifted her with second sight. But the woman scorned the god thing, so it turned what had once been a gift to a curse. Her vision was perverted so that she could see the future clearly, but was fated to never be believed by those who sought her counsel. The oracle was doomed to see her brothers slain, her sisters raped, and her city sacked, but was helpless to alter the course of events. She even foresaw her own enslavement and murder, but could do nothing to prevent them. Since that time, her tortured spirit has roamed the Earth, seeking a chance to speak of its anguish and disaster to those who might heed them. You were one such vessel, but tampering with fate is not without its hazards, as the scars that cover your face and arm are testimony too.”

(...)

“You have disrupted the schemata; the master plan by which all things are kept in balance on this plan of existence. Because of your meddling, there are numerous souls living past their predestined harvest. Such dissonance to the master plan threatens to throw all of creation off kilter. So it falls to me to correct the imbalance created by so many lives escaping my clutches. Repercussions could very soon be catastrophic, as these lives exist outside the schemata; interacting with people they never meant to meet; doing things they were never meant to do. So many loose threads creating even more loose threads. Soon they will jam the loom, and the very fabric of reality will begin to shear and tear.”

#final destination #final destination: looks could kill #clear rivers #alex browning #todd waggner #carter horton #kimberly corman #wendy christensen #final destination death #saints row the third #saints row iv #I don't know if I'll share other character designs I made from those games

[istumpysk]

Regarding the dark Sansa take, the most that antis can come up with is SweetRobin's poisoning.

The funny thing is even if she is doing it, even then Grrm has left it in ambiguity considering how much information she has. There is no concrete evidence in the text itself compared to other characters' darkest acts/thoughts. There is no ambiguity to Tyrion's dark thoughts about raping her sister and even raping the Sunset Girl. He clearly spells it out. There is no ambiguity to Arya's problematic death list. He clearly spells it out. He literally writes a whole chapter dedicated to Daenerys' fall . He spells it out how taking over someone's body is an abomination .

With Sansa even in her internal thoughts, you don't have a line like " He needs to die so I can marry Harry " . Infact we have her wishing that SweetRobin's wife would love her hair and a group of knights would protect him and give him confidence. If I really wanted someone to die , I would never try to enlist people to form some sort of an elite bodyguard gang for them.

The day the text spells it out that Sansa wants to gather power even at the cost of her cousins' death , something like " His death needs to wait. Now is not the right time to have the boy succumb to poison as Father (LF) said. The marriage with Harrold may take some time " , I will completely accept Psycho Dark Sansa and probably would jump the ship to other fandom 😆. Till then I think I have put my money correct on which less problematic character I have to stan.

There is a reason why Grrm called guys like Jaime and Sandor Clegane villains because killing a kid and having no remorse about it is very very problematic and is not something one can just recover from . There is no coming back. There is a reason why Grrm called Arya a psychopath even though I disagree with him . Heck even the 1993 outline which doesn't paint Sansa in the best light, still doesn't classify her as an antagonist or a dark character. On the contrary, it (wrongfully ) accuses her of making bad choices .At the end of the day even AGOT Sansa ( who people try to paint as a villain ) is not that problematic. One can criticize her classism, inability to see things, ableism and guess what even then none of these traits are strong enough to gurantee her as a dark character or a making of a villain. Those are prejudices and something one can learn to recover from . Dark Sansa is a take popularized by LF stans who think both of them are destined together and Arya stans who think Sansa has the same disturbing dark monologue for a child of her age like Arya.

All very well said, anon.

Whenever our little Starklings succumb to their darker impulses, there’s always an underlying temptation of what they want most in life, apart from their family and home.

Why does Bran wear Hodor's skin?

No one wants to hurt you, Hodor, he said silently, to the child-man whose flesh he'd taken. I just want to be strong again for awhile. I'll give it back, the way I always do.

He wants to be strong again. He wants to walk.

Why does Arya incessantly recite a prayer list of people to kill? Why does Arya join the Faceless Men?

Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. "Ser Gregor," it went. "Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei." She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I'll know, she told herself, and then I'll kill them all.

No whisper was too faint to be heard in the House of Black and White. "Child," said the kindly man one day, "what are those names you whisper of a night?"

…

"They're people I hate. I want them to die."

"We hear many such prayers in this House."

"I know," said Arya. Jaqen H'ghar had granted three of her prayers once. All I had to do was whisper . . .

"Is that why you have come to us?" the kindly man went on. "To learn our arts, so you may kill these men you hate?"

Arya did not know how to answer that. "Maybe."

A broken sense of justice. She wants to avenge her family, end her pain, and fill the void that’s consuming her. 

The problem with dark!Sansa “poisoning” Sweetrobin is that there’s no internal conflict here. Sansa quite clearly does not want Robin to die, and certainly doesn’t want to be Harry’s Lady of the Vale. Where’s the temptation? This isn’t it.

So what does Sansa want above all else?

Sansa wants to love and be loved.

How do you make that dark? How do you tap into a moral dilemma with something as pure as love? How do you create a conflict of the heart?

I have an idea.

#stumpy ask #anon #jonsa #sansa stark

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, mentions of death, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: After weeks on the road, there isn’t much time left to prepare for what comes next.

Note: I typed Chapter 20 and I’m like huh? I never really expected or intended this to be more than a self-indulgent smut fic but one thing led to another and another and another and ... you know what I mean. Anyways, you all have been wonderful with you support and I’m not too cautious to say that this fic has brought me back to the days of Tapestry ;)

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

You, Zemo, Peter, and Elina were joined by only several servants in the single cart. Your luggage was sparse, with more gold and food than anything as the baron promised you would have all you needed at your destination.

Ulrich was sent off every other night to seek out news of any repercussions which had come of the scene left at Tower Zemo. All you’d heard since your departure was what you already knew; the castle had been abandoned by its natural occupants and the visiting duke was found unconscious in his bed.

Heinrich’s Creek was jarringly serene after your hectic weeks on the road. Your small party had finally made it up the mountain roads and woven around to the lakeside manor hidden in the sprawling forests. You were met by guards hidden in the wilderness who recognized your leader and let him past without conflict.

Finally still, you helped Melinda and Tess unpack what little you had brought along from the castle as Zemo put Elina to bed. It was only just afternoon but you were all worn from the road. You could take a breath after looking over your shoulder for all that time.

You went to the lake to bathe, the cool water cleansed you of the dust and stench of your journey. The same dress you’d worn that day you face Lord Rogers laid piled on the shore, flecks of his blood melded with the stains of your own sweat. You decided you would burn it as you limped through the dirt and wrapped yourself in the pale robe provided by your host.

You sat on the rock and played with your cane, tracing the carved lines with your thumb. You heard a step but did not turn. You stared instead at the calm ripples in the water and the distant drop off that flowed over the side of the mountains. The shadow neared and you saw Peter’s distorted reflection in the lake. His hair was dirty and mussed, his face streaked as yours had been.

“How did you do it?” he asked.

You spun the cane and crossed one arm across your stomach as you sighed, “I didn’t plan it. He did. I was ready to die.”

He didn’t say a word as he stepped closer to the water. He sat and pulled off his boots and socks. He shoved his feet into the shallows and closed his eyes. He held his head as he thought. As long as you had been on the road, there hadn’t been time to talk. You were all too concerned with going as fast as you could.

“I meant it, Peter, it wasn’t your fault,” you said softly, “I shouldn’t have ever made you think it was.”

“You say that but I can’t believe it,” he opened his eyes and leaned back on the heels of his hands, “I still see the pain in you. I saw it, I heard it when you went after Rogers. It’s in your step, written in your scars…”

“They did that, not you,” you insisted, “if I had any grudge against you, you’d meet the same as Rogers.”

He tapped his fingers in the dirt and chewed his lip. He wiggled his toes in the water as his thoughts wrinkled across his forehead, “how did it all begin?”

You swallowed and felt your throat tighten. You tried not to think of that day. It was so long ago but it was so plain in your mind that it felt as if you could shut your eyes and be back in that castle, pinned between Barnes and the hearth, your hand crawling over the mantle.

“I don’t… know,” you gripped your cane and rested it over your lap, “I never could figure out what I did--”

“You think it was your doing?” he asked.

“No, but… how can you even know what they did?”

“I can guess,” he shrugged, “I can imagine it and it makes my heart clench and my head pound. It makes me want to kill them and do just as bad to myself for being so naive and just thinking I could walk away--”

“It was never your problem, Peter,” you dropped the butt of your cane onto the ground and pushed yourself to your feet, “you were kind to me when I needed it. You did more than you think.”

You bent and grabbed your clothing from the dirt and slipped your feet into your clogs. He watched you sullenly and pulled his feet up as he leaned his arms on his knees.

 “If it had been different, could you have loved me?” he asked.

Your heart pulsed and you considered him, “could you have loved a simple maid?”

“That isn’t what I saw and that won’t change,” he said, “so?”

“I think I could have,” you hugged the bundle of clothing against your side, “if it had been different.”

“If,” he said and turned back to the water, “you might not think it, but I owe you and I will pay that debt. That little girl deserves it.”

“Thank you,” you uttered, “I’m sorry--”

“No, don’t be. Ever,” he said, “life never goes as you expect it and we have to live with what could have been, but we can’t change what is.”

“You can still go home--”

“I can’t. Rogers saw me there with you, I fled with you,” he rubbed his palms together, “and I don’t want to live among those wolves.”

You smiled grimly and backed away. You left him to watched the water and wash away his own worries. You made your way back up to the stone manor as you mulled over all that swirled around in your mind; the memories, the fears, the uncertainty.

And you returned again to that day when everything changed. You thought of the story you never told. A story none would know unless you did. A story your daughter deserved; that he deserved.

You put your clothes by the pit just outside the back entrance of the lakeside manse. You carried on into the dim kitchens and through the corridors to the front room where you’d left Zemo. He wasn’t there but the place was too big to go searching. You sat instead by the tall arched windows and looked out onto the blowing grass and swaying trees.

You didn’t know how long it was before he came. You barely heard him as he sat in the armchair to the other side of the sofa and you turned to look at him. He was freshly washed and plaintive. His dark eyes were tired but alert.

“Elina is still fast asleep,” he assured you, “I swear she even got bigger on the road here.”

“She’s growing quickly,” you said as you dropped your legs off the couch and folded your hands.

“You were waiting for me,” he affirmed and you nodded, “you have something to say?”

“I have to tell you… Elina has to know one day, even if I am gone, even if they are too, she has to know,” you felt the dampness in your eyes and inhaled deeply, “and I want you to know.”

He was sombre as he sat and watched you. He steepled his fingers before his lips and inclined his head to show he was listening. You thought of the men who’d never heard you, who never wanted to.

“I was just a chambermaid. You know that. It was… one night I did not see to his chambers and I sent one of the elder maids as she had difficulty with the broom. He found me, he did not like change. Rather, he never liked to feel out of control, I realise that now,” you blinked away tears and shifted on the sofa, “he waited and I thought nothing on it until…”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes in frustration, “I did not want to cry.”

“If you resist, it will be worse,” he stood slowly and came to you, cautiously as if he thought he would hurt you, “here.” He handed you a handkerchief and sat beside you, “go on in your own time.”

You blotted away the tears and gathered yourself, “when he acted on… his lust, I ran. I had to, I had struck him with a vase and I was terrified. I spent weeks in that forest…”

You went on, pausing as you were overwhelmed with bouts of anger, of despair, and panic. He was patient as he listened and you were not so embarrassed of your emotion. When you were done, when you go to all that he already knew, that he’d witnessed, you sat back and hid your face.

“Your tears do not make you weak,” he said, “you are brave to have said it aloud. I admire you, I always have.”

“I told you because I know that I won’t have another chance to tell anyone,” you lowered your hands and leaned back on the sofa, “I know you have your plan and I’m certain it will work but when it comes down to it, I will not stop until he is dead.”

His eyes searched your face. He knew what you meant, he knew what it would entail and that he could not stop you. And he was sad for it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” you asked, “vengeance.”

“I do not think I truly weighed the cost,” he said as he hung his head and sagged against the couch beside you, “I do not think I stopped to think on what I--”

“Pardon,” Peter appeared from the corridor, “I’m not meaning to disturb but I thought to retire for the night and have not yet a place to do so.”

“Ah, yes,” Zemo regained his veneer in an instant as he spine straightened and he sat up, “I will have Tess--”

You all paused as you heard hooves and listened as they grew closer and closer. Zemo stood and looked out the window. He frowned and turned back to slip by Peter as he went to the front door. You rose with your cane in hand and watched as he let in Ulrich, the armoured guard was breathless from his ride.

“What is it?” Zemo asked pointedly.

“I… I have word that--”

“By the gods, sit,” Zemo ushered the man inside and offered him a stool. 

The man sat and drained the last of his skin before he steadied his breath. He pushed back his sweaty pale hair and leaned back against the wall as he looked between the three of you.

“They sent a messenger ahead. Quicker than the rest of the party,” he spoke carefully, “Lord Rogers cannot ride astride so they make slow progress but we have our men along the border and at court. King Lars has kept his own spies busy.”

“Lars knows I did not act out of foolery. He is a wise king, not daft enough to cast me out,” Zemo waved his hand at the thought, “but you have heard something?”

“Yes, I did confirm it with the king’s men, is what I’m saying,” Ulrich went on, “King Samuel received word of the assault on his man but a second messenger was sent.”

“And?” Zemo prodded.

Ulrich glanced at Peter who wore the same confusion that filled your core. “You are Lord Parker?”

“I am,” Peter answered.

“The second messenger went to Lord Barnes. On his way, he was given orders by Lord Rogers to seize a Benjamin Parker,” he shook his head and was overcome with pity, “the Lord Barnes did have him killed.”

“Killed?” Peter reeled as he grabbed his chest in shock, “No--no--”

“There is more,” Ulrich continued despite Peter’s dismay, “there is this.”

He untucked a folded page from his pocket and held it out. Barnes seal was broken on it and Zemo took it roughly.

“I had the messenger read it after we shackled him,” Ulrich explained, “in case… well, we cannot be certain in these times.”

“You did well,” Zemo said as he read and lowered the parchment. He handed it to Peter as he sighed, “Lord Barnes has taken Parker’s wife. He will keep her alive if we deliver… the maid.”

“I--” Peter stared at the letter and squinted in pain, “I--”

“I won’t let you--” Zemo began.

“I’ll go,” you said, “I’ll go. This is the way.”

“No,” Zemo turned to you, “I have a plan--”

“A plan that will take too long. Me and Peter, we’ll go, I’ll get his aunt,” you said, “I’ll do what I have to to keep Elina safe.”

“You think you truly can--”

“I don’t know what happens after but I know this is what I must do,” you turned to him and grabbed his arm to make him face you, “and I know you will keep our daughter safe.”

You pressed yourself against him and he met your lips in surprised welcome. He held you as you clung to the front of his tunic and drank you in eagerly, reluctant to part as you sensed the gazes of the other men.

“I am ready to go,” you let your hand trail down his tunic longingly as you raised your chin, “this will end. It has to end.”

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