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onskepa · 3 months

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Can we get a sully kids x romanian human reader? She speaks english too but her nationality is romanian. In romanian language you pronounce every single letter.

For example

Biscuit - BISKIT (in english)

Biscuit - BIS + CU + IT (romanian)

And they are so dumbfounded about why she pronounces every letter and why no accent.

Hellooooooooo darling~!! Okie so for this I did had to use a lot of google and romanian youtube videos to understand how it sounds. So, hopefully I am closely to being accurate as I can. Lemme know if this is to your satisfaction! Enjoy!

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Simplu

When you learn a new language, and can now speak fluently, you would feel pretty damn proud. To speak it so well and hold a conversation with a native speaker feels very rewarding and opens a new path of possibilities. And that is how the sully kids felt when they were learning how to speak english. While basic, each of them had their own level of learning it. Kiri and lo’ak were super quick to pick it up, tuk is still learning while neteyam is getting there.

However, they are all in the level of holding simple conversations with the science guys. So every time they enter the labs, it's all english and they can't help but flex their vast knowledge of big words. To say, the sully kids were very confident and think they can understand the human language flawlessly.

“M-am întors din călătoria mea!”

Simplu, the name that comes along with a young woman who entered the human lab. Everyone welcomed her like an old friend. Apparently she was, often leaving the labs to risk her life for the sake of learning new things. Mostly about pandora wildlife. Often going out to follow herds or follow distinct animal behaviors to understand them better.

And she was amazing. Introduced herself to the kids. And the sully children were liking her already, with her welcoming aura and contagious smile. They feel comfortable around Simplu, however there is just one problem.

“Nu veți crede ce am reușit să învăț cu unele dintre animale”

She speaks a language called “Romanian”

But when she speaks english

“Hello children, come along. There is so many things I would like to share with you”

Her english is oddly clear yet has an interesting speech pattern compared to the other humans.

“Umm…excuse me?” Kiri nervously touches the shoulder of the young woman. Turning around, Simplu looks up at her “da?”.

“Da…? Im not da” kiri tells, feeling confused. Simplu shakes her head and waves her hand a bit, “oh I am so sorry, yes? Is there something you would like to say?” simplu tells with such patience. Her smile reaches Kiri, making her smile too. “If it is not so rude to ask but….”

“Why do you talk so differently?” Tuk asks abruptly. Neteyam and lo’ak had to shush her. Kiri made a little hiss to warn Tuk, but simplu simply shrugged. “Sorry, its just….we have mastered the English language and can talk well like how I am. Yet, when you talk, from the fluent sounds of words, you sound it out. Every single letter, "Kiri explains.

Putting down a cup simplu was drinking from, her full attention on the children. “Ah, so you are all curious why I sound different?” she asks, all of the kids nodded in unison. Grabbing a little ball of rubber, she begins to play with it. “Well, before Pandora, I lived in a country called Romania, a place on planet earth. Every country there speaks a different language. So, when you speak your native tongue for so long, it takes time to get accustomed to speaking a new language” she explains.

“Oooohhh….the other science guys!” Tuk concludes.

“Yes, correct tuk” Simplu praises, as a little reward she hands tuk a little piece of candy to which the child gladly accepts.

“Yes, so when I speak as I do now, the sounds of the letters tend to be slightly different. I know there are plenty of fluent sounding words, but with my accent, I tend to sound out every letter. When I know I shouldn't but it happens” Simplu explains further.

“So the language you tend to talk in. Is that your native language?” Neteyam asks. Nodding happily, simplu gives neteyam a little piece of candy too.

“Indeed, often the names of a language are named after the place it is mostly spoken in. So, since I lived in Romania, my mother tongue is Romanian. Much like you all, you are na’vi, so you speak the na’vi language. Or, the Pandorian language. Though, it is not as unique sounding as calling it that”.

“So, your language….how do you speak it?” lo’ak asks. Simplu gives him candy.

“Salut prietene” Simplu says.

“S-saoot…pree…prrrreeee….”

The kids were trying their best to copy and learn the Romanian language. But its a lot harder to learn than it seems.

“S-a-l-u-t p-r-i-e-t-e-n-e” simplu sounds out the word more slowly for the sully kids to catch on. But tuk sighs in frustration, “you make it sound so easy! And without your accent too!” she whines.

Deciding to take a little break from their lesson, the sully kids huddle around simplu as she hands out more candy. “Well, I speak my language well. It is just like how you speak in yours, you dont hear an accent. Your voice becomes clear as day. It is used to speaking that way” simplu explains.

“Your language makes the english language look easy” kiri comments. Her siblings agreeing with her.

“Yes, there are many different types of languages to learn from. Some are easy, and some take a long time to grasp. But, since you have mastered one language, I have no doubts you will master the Romanian language” simplu encourages.

Though, a little idea popped in kiri’s head.

“Romania, you said you were from there. Can you tell us what it was like over there?” she asks.

This sparked a new excitement for simplu. Clapping her hands in glee she replies, “well rațele mele mici, let's start with where it is….”

Okie so this definitely was a little challenging. I hope I got the Romanian its down. Hope you all enjoyed this one! See ya!

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Simplu = Simple

“M-am întors din călătoria mea!” = I have returned from my travel!

Nu veți crede ce am reușit să învăț cu unele dintre animale. = You will not believe what I managed to learn about with some of the animals.

Salut prietene = hello my friend

rațele mele mici = my little ducks

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follow-up-news · 7 days

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This past Christmas Day was the 30th anniversary of the public execution by firing squad of Romania’s last Communist dictator, Nicolae Ceaușescu, who’d ruled for 24 years. In 1990, the outside world discovered his network of “child gulags,” in which an estimated 170,000 abandoned infants, children, and teens were being raised. Believing that a larger population would beef up Romania’s economy, Ceaușescu had curtailed contraception and abortion, imposed tax penalties on people who were childless, and celebrated as “heroine mothers” women who gave birth to 10 or more. Parents who couldn’t possibly handle another baby might call their new arrival “Ceauşescu’s child,” as in “Let him raise it.” To house a generation of unwanted or unaffordable children, Ceauşescu ordered the construction or conversion of hundreds of structures around the country. Signs displayed the slogan: the state can take better care of your child than you can.

This is a gift link for 14 days.

#romania #Nicolae Ceaușescu

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odinsblog · 22 days

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Musk reactivated the accounts of Brazilian far-right politicians Carla Zambelli, Gustavo Gayer, and Nikolas Ferreira. Ferreira, a Bolsonaro supporter, openly questioned the security of Brazil’s electronic voting machines, even though he won his local legislative race.

“All of these names have been problematic for years on social media,” says Flora Rebello Arduini, campaign director at the nonprofit advocacy organization Ekō. “They've been pushing for the far-right and election misinformation for ages.”

When Musk purchased Twitter in 2022, later renaming it X, many activists in Brazil worried that he would abuse the platform to push his own agenda, Arduini says. “He has unprecedented broadcasting abilities. He is bullying a supreme court justice of a democratic country, and he is showing he will use all the resources he has available to push for whatever favors his personal opinions or his professional ambitions.”

Under Musk, X has become a haven for the far right and disinformation. After taking over, Musk offered amnesty to users who had been banned from the platform, including right-wing influencer Andrew Tate, who, along with his brother, was indicted in Romania on several charges including with rape and human trafficking in June 2023 (he has denied the allegations). Last month, one of Tate's representatives told the BBC that "they categorically reject all charges."

A 2023 study found that hate speech has increased on the platform under Musk’s leadership. The situation in Brazil is just the latest instance of Musk aligning himself with and platforming dangerous, far-right movements around the world, experts tell WIRED. "It's not about Twitter or Brazil. It's about a strategy from the global far right to overcome democracies and democratic institutions around the world," says Nina Santos, a digital democracy researcher at the Brazilian National Institute of Science & Technology who researches the Brazilian far right. “An opinion from an American billionaire should not count more than a democratic institution.”

This also comes as Brazil has continued working to understand and investigate the lead-up to January 8, 2023, when election-denying insurrectionists who refused to accept right-wing president Jair Bolsonaro’s defeat stormed Brazil’s legislature. The TSE, the country’s election court, is a special judicial body that investigates electoral crimes and is part of the mechanism for overseeing the country’s electoral processes overall. The court has been investigating the dissemination of fake news and disinformation that cast doubt on the country’s elections in the months and years leading up to the storming of the legislature on January 8, 2023. Both Arduini and Santos believe that the accounts Musk is refusing to remove are likely connected to the court’s inquiry.

“A life-and-death struggle recently took place in Brazil for the democratic rule of law and against a coup d'état, which is under investigation by this court in compliance with due legal process,” Luís Roberto Barroso, the president of the federal supreme court, said in a statement about Musk’s comments. “Nonconformity against the prevalence of democracy continues to manifest itself in the criminal exploitation of social networks.”

Santos also worries that Musk is setting a precedent that the far right will be protected and promoted on his platform, regardless of local laws or public opinion. “They are trying to use Brazil as a laboratory on how to interfere in local politics and local businesses,” she says. “They are making the case that their decision is more important than the national decision from a state democratic institution.”

Though Musk has claimed to be a free-speech advocate, and X’s public statement on the takedowns asserts that Brazilians are entitled to free speech, the platform’s application of these principles has been uneven at best. In February, on order of the Indian government, X blocked the accounts Hindutva Watch and the India Hate Lab in India, two US-based nonprofits that track incidents of religiously motivated violence perpetrated by supporters of the country’s right-wing government. A 2023 study from the Berkman Klein Center for Internet and Society at Harvard found that X complied with more government takedown requests under Musk’s leadership than it had previously.

In March, X blocked the accounts of several prominent researchers and journalists after they identified a well-known neo-Nazi cartoonist, later changing its own terms of service to justify the decision.

—Elon Musk Is Platforming Far-Right Activists in Brazil

#politics #brazil #elon musk #disinformation #twitter #nikolas ferreira #misinformation #libertarians #fascists #fascism #elon musk is an enemy of democracy #democracy #eugenics musk #apartheid clyde #crypro grifters #techno grifters #crypto bros #election interference #electioneering

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 9 months

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Hello, my dear, I see that your requests are open so may I throw in my own request?

Okay here it is... how about a fic where reader is moving in with Loki in the Asgardian palace and she gets lost somewhere and starts wandering endlessly before she finds a door and beyond the door, she finds Loki!

I purposefully left the details of what is behind the door out so you could do it! Could be a garden, just his rooms or a secret portal to a comfort place! Let your imagination run wild!

I love you and your work!

~LRM

“An Oasis”- A Prince!Loki x Reader one shot

Summary: Prince Loki brought you to Asgard as his lover in order to protect you from the looming threat of Midgard’s destruction. Unfortunately, the end of your world may be less terrible than the taunts and sneers of the jealous Asgardians targeting you for being brought into their pristine, perfect, eternal realm. Lost and afraid, you find yourself desperate for comfort, for solace, perhaps for a place where you can be fully alone to enjoy Loki’s affections…

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Reader Genre: Angst, fluff Content Warning: Detailed descriptions of war and speculative IRL apocalyptic events, Reader is heavily bullied (specifically, fatphobia), getting physically lost, descriptions of panic attack symptoms, angst, fluffy ending Word Count: 2.9k

When the bombs began to fall around your home, you couldn’t believe your fortune, as silly as it sounded, for it just so happened that you were in love…

…and love would ultimately save your life.

Loki, Prince of Asgard and occasional visitor to Earth (or Midgard, as he called it), had discovered you, alone in the world and working a dead-end job, and found himself fascinated with a mortal for the first time in his life. You could keep him engaged with deep conversation for days without rest, and in turn, he amused you with his wit and flirtations.

Of course, his looks didn’t hurt either. You weren’t sure if it was his shiny, cascading black hair that glistened in the sun, or his radiant grin that somehow could be inviting and threatening all at once, or his musculature, promising safety or sensual delight depending on what you asked for. Perhaps it was how he chose to dress in tight leather leggings and dazzling armor whenever he was in public, like a proud peacock bragging his aesthetic superiority to the entire city. Whatever feature it was that finally triggered your need for his touch, you quickly lost track of the blurring world around you as your bond with Loki tumbled deeper and deeper into love before you knew it.

Meanwhile, the world around you was crumbling, a decaying testament to the follies of humanity. The missiles became stronger, the discourse more extreme. Russia had shoved through Ukraine (to much global weeping), and now they’d decided to try on Romania for size. In the States where you lived, the extreme right-wing parties had succeeded in warping the federal system to ensure their constant supermajority in DC, and now they were nearing completion on turning your country into a theocracy.

The sweeping love story you had with the Prince of Asgard was your inner sanctum, and you were thankful, for most others didn’t have such a profound shelter in the bosom of their true love to retreat to at night.

However, Loki had one day had enough.

“I will not see my mistress living and dying under these conditions that stupid mortals have put before her,” he insisted sternly, only quickly answering your questions as he prepared you for a new life in his palace. On the news, things had escalated in Europe, and now the government was handing out brochures and advisory messages about fallout shelters and life after an apocalyptic event. You and Loki hadn’t said as much to one another, but you both knew the missiles were coming, and that Midgard’s days were numbered.

Finally, two missiles had launched, and one had landed less than three hundred miles from your city. It was that minute, as the people out on the street below your apartment began to scramble in panic, that Loki took you into his arms and called out for Heimdall to open the Bifrost for you. His heavy, muscled arms refused to allow you breath, as if loosening his grip would make you fall through them. You felt him hyperventilate as you traveled through the realms, finally landing at the gates of Asgard to a bewildered gatekeeper.

“My Prince, may I ask who the uninvited mortal may be?” asked Heimdall, his lip twisted in skepticism.

Loki finally released you, aside from your hand which he gripped protectively. “Midgard is falling. She seeks asylum, in my home and in my arms.”

Heimdall sighed heavily. “I suppose I cannot deny my Prince--”

“--then don’t,” Loki asserted with authority.

Heimdall didn’t wince or react, aside from acquiescing with a head bow and a smile in your direction. “Welcome to Asgard, maiden.”

Hence, your life as an emigrant on Asgard began, and Loki saw to it that from Day One, your life was an endless line of luxurious days and decadent nights rolling around on the furs he layered on his bed, the firelight bouncing off of your bare skin, painting your flesh a warm, inviting orange. He knew he had duties to perform, so from the first second, he had his fellow palace-dwellers, the nobles, royals, and high-status companions, keep you company, showing you the palace and the Asgardian way of life while he saw to the endless matters of state a Prince had to address daily.

“I have a lot of back work that I ignored during my time on Midgard with you, sparrow, so I may be scarce for a number of days, if you can mind that,” he warned. You’d just been happy to be there, so you nodded before dragging him to bed, barely minding anything he said.

However, there was one thing even Loki couldn’t control, and it was how the Asgardians treated you while his back was turned. They’d chosen to make it evident that they all disapproved of a pointless little mortal being elevated to a status above theirs. Instead of showing you every nook of the palace to give you a sense of knowing your way around, they purposefully left you out of their daily walks, only knocking on your chamber doors to acknowledge your existences at the most basic level. This meant that after a week, you still were lost the instant you stepped outside of your apartments.

After a few days, they’d grown bold enough to make the taunting verbal.

“Little worthless bitch.” “What a whore.” “She has a spell on him, I’m sure of it.” “I hope the little slut chokes to death on his cock.”

And those were to your back. To your face, they were even worse.

“Could you EAT any more, pig?” laughed one concubine, walking by as you left an empty tray of food outside of your door to be collected. “You may as well take that down to the kitchens yourself. Get any fatter and you’ll be working in the scullery for sure!”

You’d tried to make your way around the palace on your own, but no one would help you when you asked for directions. At best, the servants and nobles ignored you. At worst, they stuck a toe out from under their robes to trip you and chuckle at your clumsiness. This was done to you at least daily.

“His last lover was a dancer with the Asgardian Dancers Guild,” mocked a witness dressed head-to-toe in gold. “And here you plod along like a retired hunting hound! Loki must be out of his skull to want you!”

You didn’t get up for several minutes, ashamed to reveal your reddened face to the small assembly now gathered to watch the confrontation conclude. You waited until the clacking of their heeled shoes and boots subsided, leaving you to slowly withdraw back to your rooms to wait for Loki.

You knew the only way to end your torment would be to tell him of your struggle with the locals, but after just an hour you thought better of it. Would Loki even believe you? Here were his friends, his companions of centuries, and you were his little blip-on-the-radar, guaranteed to die in perhaps seventy years if you were lucky, which was hardly a sneeze to the near-immortal God. You felt as if any word against his friends would be seen as an act of aggression, or perhaps an expression of regret for ever being led to Asgard in the first place.

I should take things gracefully. Perhaps they will grow tired of it and let me be, you hoped. Of course, things got worse as your first few days progressed, and soon, you weren’t sure if you could find shelter in Loki’s heart any more. The negative thoughts quickly became your own, invading your mind at the worst times. You started to crack under the pressure and the taunts.

On the evening of the eighth day, you’d finally had enough. Having rung for supper, you’d open your door to receive your tray just as the two daughters of one of Loki’s sentries threw the contents of the platter at you, the hot food landing all over your skin and robes before you could shut the door again. You could hear the girls giggling and oinking as they skipped away.

Gritting your teeth, you began to shake as you held back tears. Okay, I don’t care if this means going back to a burning ash pile. Home is better than here!

After quickly cleaning up and changing into a loose green robe, you took off down the hall, determined to find Loki’s study no matter where it was, and no matter how lost you became. You were determined to come clean to him, and then to ask him where the hell he’d been this week. If this was how scarce he would be, then why did he even bother bringing you here if he knew he’d be forced to go back to his studies and war rooms while you bore the teasing and abuse at the hands of his friends?

The hallways seemed longer as the shadows of dusk elongated then, giving your path a creepy, unnerving feeling as you become more and more lost in the gilded labyrinth. Your footsteps echoed off the mirrored walls, reminding you of the hallways of Versailles. Your heart began to beat faster against your ribcage, causing your chest muscles to restrict with anxiety.

I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs, or unraveled a ball of yarn…

An hour passed. The sun (or whatever the Asgardians called their source of daylight) set completely, leaving the flickering torches lining the walls your only guiding light. The other nobles walking the halls of the palace retired to their parlor parties and gambling tables, leaving you alone as you realized that you had to be miles from either your chambers or Loki’s.

“L…Loki?” you finally verbalized your fear. “Loki? Darling?!”

You shuffled along, the panic rising in your throat, burning like bile, threatening to spill over into a full attack that would surely send you up against the wall.

I really can’t handle this…what have I gotten myself into??

Tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes. Your skin went red and hot, beads of sweat prickling your forehead as your ears buzzed. You decided before you lost control completely to duck into an empty room to ride it out, and then perhaps said room would have a bell you could use to summon a servant. Then, perhaps you could pull rank and force them to bring you back without a barrage of cruel names for once--

--then you saw it: a crack of bright light escaping from a doorway nearby on your left that was just slightly ajar. Sanctuary!

You threw the door open without peeking inside, slamming it behind you just in time for you to sink to your knees behind it, letting the tears come pouring silently down your cheeks. After a moment, you’d managed to gather yourself enough to get to your feet, and it occurred to you that you may have just burst into someone’s private meeting to cry, which wasn’t going to help your already-abysmal reputation.

You dusted yourself off and got your first look at your chosen hiding place.

It was a library. Easily the grandest you’d ever seen.

You’d entered into an atrium in the center of the circular room, and your eyes first followed three floors of balcony in a continuous spiral rising off the floor and winding against the walls and shelves until it hit a mosaic on the ceiling of winding morning glories along a trellis. The entirety of the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and all were overstocked with tomes, old and new, of every genre, language, and topic you could fathom, plus more. Stacks of books piled the floors as ancient, musty stalagmites. The beauty and scale of the room was enough to make your jaw drop and forget the woes of moments ago.

Directly in front of you, underneath the first floor of the winding balcony, was a pit tucked within an alcove, along the far wall of which was a corner-to-corner fireplace, lit and roaring with flame, in front of two large lounge chairs, a table in between. You wandered over to the alcove and stepped into the pit, and it was instantly remarkable how cozy the reading room was compared to the huge scale of the library outside.

It was everything you’d dreamed your room in Heaven would look like as a kid. I will hide here until I’m ready to find Loki in the morning, you decided. It’s as if this place was made for me…

“Y/N? Dearest? How did you find your way here? I wasn’t quite ready for you!”

Loki appeared behind you, just outside of the alcove, looking pleasantly surprised, at least until you turned around, and he saw your tear-lined face. His face fell, and he opened his arms, stepping inside as you stumbled to meet his embrace.

“They’ve been so mean to me….everyone…” you managed to articulate beyond your sobs. Loki rocked you slowly back and forth, slowly tempering your shakes.

Loki sighed sadly. “I wish you would have told me sooner--”

“--you…you…y--you haven’t been around!” you whispered back. You felt Loki grip you tighter, as tightly as he had the day he brought you away from the carnage of Midgard.

He was silent for a moment. “I hadn’t realized…I’d been busy--”

“--with work, I know, and I’m not mad, I just, they don’t think I’m worthy of you, and--” you began to babble before Loki loosened his hold on you to put a gente finger against your lips, softly pressing against the delicate skin with a ‘shh!’

“I will see to them later, and I assure you they will pay dearly for their insolence,” Loki promised. “But first, an apology, and then, a gift.”

He caressed your damp, hot cheek with a cool hand. “I should not have left you to your own devices as soon as I brought you here. It was thoughtless of me.”

“I don’t even know where in the palace I am, or where my rooms are!” you exclaimed. “They refused to show me anywhere. I got so lost…”

“...if you are ever lost again, know that I will always find you, princess, and that you will always be my equal in worth and splendor,” Loki vowed softly, laying a soft, quiet kiss across your lips that brought your heart rate to a hum. You got the feeling Loki’s kiss would always have this effect on you. “I am deeply sorry, please trust that I will never act so carelessly again.”

You smiled in relief, knowing that in spite of what any Midgardian logic would tell you, your heart knew the earnestness in his promise. “My soul is yours, Prince Loki,” you whispered affectionately, batting your eyelashes with a coquettish air, one you knew he couldn’t resist.

He returned the look with one of his own, one with his signature mischievous twitch along the left corner of his lip, which always gave him away to you. “What?” you asked cautiously.

“Your gift,” he said, backing away from you and taking your hands in his, guiding you out of the alcove and back into the open atrium. Once he placed you in the middle of the room, he stepped away to execute a show-off’s twirl, his open arms gleefully presenting the library to you. “All of this is yours, if you like it.”

You didn’t know what to say, other than pointing around you and nodding. “This? Whole room?”

Loki grinned, the present clearly having the effect on you that he’d hoped for. “And every volume within! I know how you are such a fervent reader, dearest, and I thought you may want a special retreat outside of your chambers, so I took the--”

You stopped his train of thought with a kiss, littered intermittently with a hundred ‘thank yous.’ Loki chuckled at your enthusiastic approval and swept you across the marble floors.

When you finally calmed down enough to take a deep breath and look around again, Loki took the opportunity to make a suggestion. “Shall I show you around, and how everything is arranged? The New York Public Library…um, shall we say…kindly donated these in the hours before the Midgardian Wars began in full,” he explained with a wink.

“You stole from a library?” you asked with mock shock.

Loki ran a finger over your smiling lip. “I stole for a library, princess. Now, where do you want to begin?”

You shook your head. Quickly going over to the nearest pile of books, reaching to your waist, you grabbed the first book, and without looking at the title, pressed it into your lover’s hands. “Read to me in front of the fire,” you asked. “All night.”

He looked at you quizzically. “You don't even know what this book is about?”

You beckoned Loki toward the alcove again. “I don’t care. I just want to hear your voice. Then I’ll know I am forever safe.”

💗 Hi LRM! Sorry this took ages! I'm still struggling a bit with my muses. I hope this satisfies! :) I love you too! 💗

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#loki #fanfiction #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki/reader #loki angst #loki fluff #bullying #asgard #MCU #FLUFF ENDING

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popsorlidia · 16 days

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YEAAAAAAAAAYYY IF SINALLY DONE!! 🎉 ✨🔥💀

✨1st artwork: Have you ever seen a Tennessean and a Romanian interact? Yeah.. Well, I did. I’m Romanian and my Bff is the Tennessean

HAHAHAH!!

DONT ASK ME WHY- I really just wanted to draw my and my BFFs Country interacting with eachother based on our crazy crackhead discussions togheter 🔥✨🤣

Don’t worry guys she’s fine, she’s also a crack head as well and Tennesee too.. Just maybe Romania on a different level- but we don’t talk about that *ahem* anyway! I Had so much fun working on this especially being able to kind of create some type of accurate small design for Tennessee! I Tennesse more square-like since Tennesse is not as round but rather more like a rectangular form so I wanted to convey that into him while- *ahem* Romania is more rounded but don’t be fooled by his soft look 👁👁💦

Poor boy he’s beyond confused and rather scared for his life…. And then there’s just Romania- 💀🔥✨

As always, it seems I can never stick just to a small doodle and simple render- NO I have to go on FULL-ON ARTWORK Because I always have to do things over the top at least it looks awesome UvU✨

✨2nd artwork: And as for America- well 🫢

I wanted to represents Romania being mad at America for not giving his people health insurance.

My best friend kept on telling me how bad health insurance is in America and I couldn’t help not to feel awful and mad for What was happening there so I could see Romania being like this towards Americ. Romania would surely try his best to keep the people healthy 🫠🥲

Do you think America deserves this 👀💀🤣

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What do you guys think? Would Romania and Tennessee get along? Or Tennesse should rather give Romania a piece of bread just to survive this encounter? Let me know down in the comments 👁👁

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madarasgirl · 7 months

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A Night for Hunting Ch 12 -The Feeling of Safety

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Vladcard (that’s right, daddy makes his appearance), predator/prey, hunting, ruthless vampire king, romance, Romanian translations Words: 4855 On AO3

I am so excited to finally present this chapter! The premise was planned from the beginning and living rent-free in my head (happy to evict it at last) since I decided to extend this series months ago. I hope you like it! I am no history buff, but I did some light reading on Vlad and the contents of this chapter are also based on how Alucard behaves in Ultimate. A bit nervous, but I hope I got the feels right.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Chinese and (other nationalities) who celebrate this occasion! The full moon was beautiful.

Many thanks to @michi-tala for helping me with fine-tuning the Romanian phrases! @alastorhazbin

“You really are a king?" You asked, incredulous.

How could this be? A king should be the inspirational leader who guides his nation through strife and peace to glory, the shining star who navigates the tumultuous waters of diplomacy and the horrors of battlefields. A ruler with the intellect to create and uphold the laws, social institutions, and infrastructure to bring about prosperity. He should be someone well-versed in the art of war, yet mannered and cultured to mingle with others in his high society of privilege.

In other words, someone not quite like Alucard The Boor, who was inflexible about negotiations, poorly socialized, and a stalker to boot. What kind of king had the time to stalk some peasant woman for two years just for fun?

You however had to reconsider your conclusions. The longer you stared at that cocky profile, the more obvious it became that if you squinted, there perhaps was something a little regal about him. He was certainly not lacking in intelligence. And sometimes he demonstrated highly sophisticated mannerisms when he felt like playing the gentleman. He even spoke like a snobby British aristocrat.

Alucard chuckled to himself quietly at your racing thoughts. His eyes closed at the distant recollection of his past. At nearly six centuries of age, he found himself often ruminating about the past, whether as a human or vampire, but when pondering his first life, it was like reliving someone else’s. He remembered the anger, pain, and humiliation vividly. There was regret about his upbringing and later decisions as voivode, even if there were those actions during his reign that were necessary for the survival of his country and Christianity, and parts of Europe continued to view him as a hero to this day. But it all happened so long ago, he barely felt anything anymore, except a faraway, numb regret.

He was silent when recalling the fresh woodsy scent of the fir trees in his mountains. How he loved to ride through their forests with the wind in his face when he went hunting. His city Târgoviște possessed beauty beyond imagination, before he burnt it down and turned it into a desolate forest of corpses. Perhaps there was some melancholy when reminiscing about his homeland.

Warm fingers landed lightly on the sigils adorning the back of his gloves. Feline eyes opened to narrow slits to watch you looking at him with a questioning stare. It seemed you were finished with mocking his ways in your head.

Flattering child. Innocent little human. You know not of the monster you have involved yourself with, he thought.

“Cetatea (Citadel) Poenari sat atop the mountains. In its prime, it was an impregnable fortress with steep walls that offered a spectacular view of the forested canyon on the Argeș River. You would have appreciated its beauty.”

“Was that your home?” You asked.

“One of them. Its ruins are in what is now known as Romania.”

Wide eyes stayed on him before curving with merriment. “I think I would love to visit your old home one day.” Your wrist flicked in his direction to gesture at his dress clothes. “Did you look like this back then too? There’s no way you dressed this loudly then, right, Your Majesty?” You snickered while putting emphasis on his royal title.

He turned his hand over to grasp your fingers in his. “You wish to see me? All of me?" His brow rose as he evaluated you.

The room chilled suddenly and you hesitated. His shadow was facing toward the light, reaching for you, and the silhouette was wrong. You’ve already seen his flowing shadows, extra eyes, and bats, as well as when he assumed the face of another man. Was there more? Something forbidding was in the air.

“Umm…not the bugs. Please never the bugs again,” you whispered, trying to keep the mood easy tonight.

The orangey-yellow in his eyes spun like molten gold as he petted your fingers before lacing your hands together. Alucard leaned towards you, and as he did, he changed. This was important. Somehow you knew what Alucard was about to show you was intimate, a secret he did not carelessly share with others. You stopped breathing as you watched his transformation happen before your eyes.

Raven locks lengthened until his hair was past his thighs, phantom wind making the ends billow in the air like they were alive. Gangly arms filled out, his chest growing broad and putting on hard muscle in seconds. His red duster turned liquid and flowed over the heavy armour that materialized, settling into a black cape that was as intangible as his tresses at the frayed, surging ends.

His angular features grew wider at the cheeks, jawline becoming chiselled and covered with coarse stubble. The fiery gaze burned with wisdom and life experience. You had no words as you got a better look at this imposing man who now stood towering over you with his arms at his side.

"This was how I appeared as a human when I perished."

You stared at him from the couch, sitting with your legs in front of you in a “W.” Your mouth was parted as your eyes slid sluggishly over this dark warrior with disbelief. Power rolled off of him. It was in his bearing, the deadly grace with which he conducted himself, and the way the air was not quite right around him.

"You really are breathtakingly beautiful," you told him.

Alucard purred at your praise and your skin tingled. His rumblings were deeper than normal and it was so unexpected despite his now stockier build.

“...May I… touch you?”

Golden-orange glinted with warmth as this stranger stooped down for you to inspect his new body. You tentatively brought your hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. Cold. This Alucard’s skin was still cool to touch. The texture though, that beard was so scratchy. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was as soft as you remembered, but now so long you didn’t even reach the ends with your arm fully extended.

His name was an anagram. Alucard was a Romanian vampire. Your idiot brain finally made the connection that was in front of you this whole time.

“...You actually are Dracula?” The Son of the Dragon, a king and warlord from the Middle Ages. Probably one of the oldest –and strongest– of vampires.

“You are speaking to Count Dracula of Wallachia.”

You shivered at his voice. Even his accent was different, so foreign and exotic. It did things to you, but your mind had always been stronger.

If memory served you correctly, history did not have favourable things to say about the real Dracula. The Sir Impaler staked people, including women and children, for all sorts of reasons and no reason as well –as a gruesomely effective warfare tactic, for sport, and petty offences alike. He was the king who invited the sick and homeless to his keep for a feast and burnt them alive as a way to empty the streets.

“Yes, I commanded all of those acts in my past life.”

Fright blemished your features and you jerked away until Dracula’s gauntlet shot out to catch you and bring your palm back to his face. He took in the thin line your lips formed and the furrowed brows around your spooked gaze.

“But that will not be a fate reserved for you,” he promised with a sombre expression. Your eyes searched his face to judge his sincerity, wanting more than anything to continue trusting him after learning his identity, even when forced to confront the reality of the nature of your relationship.

It was wrong.

The king before you stood tall, his dignified comportment unwavering after the passage of centuries of grim tales told about him. He did not lie to you, nor did he offer excuses for himself. His noble features, proud and uncompromising, were solemn as you contemplated him.

Alucard never lifted a finger against you.

The warlord’s wicked piety preceded him, his prestige vicious and calculated. Any means to achieve his ends, which left ruination in his wake. Everywhere he went, he sowed destruction and instilled fear, even amongst his own people.

He was not mentally well.

If Alucard did not care for you, you would be worse off than dead.

Yes, by showing how he was a murderous vampire, an undead hellspawn who didn't die when he was supposed to.

He was violent and dangerous. What in the world were you doing with him?

You had your wellbeing and that of your family to worry about. What if entwining your fate with his ended in trouble that somehow found its way to them? Even as Alucard, he could be sadistic, harassing and nearly driving you to madness long ago. He continued to enjoy aggravating you and at times made you angry beyond belief.

You should not be with him. Tears came to your eyes.

But time and time again, Alucard came to protect you and went out of his way to take steps ensuring your safety and comfort. He looked after you when you were incapable and let you in on secrets about himself.

You fought with yourself. Alucard and this stranger before you were in fact one and the same. For all his nefarious ways, he did have honour, in his own twisted way.

You were past the point of right or wrong.

The heart was never rational. You wanted to remain with him. So with an uncertain quivering heart, you chose him too. You got on your knees and went up to this infamous veteran to huddle against his chest, needing to see if the sense of security you felt whenever Alucard was near was present with this form of his too. You couldn’t even look at him.

Vermilion flames smouldered gently without your notice.

A hand went delicately across your back to hold you close for several moments before tracing along your shoulder blades. An arm went around you and settled at your waist. Then multiple shadow tendrils wrapped you loosely around the ankles, thighs, and biceps. You shuddered at the electric contact with his darkness. Prickly stubble dug into your chin as this king claimed your lips for his own. He was as gentle as Alucard. It was comforting and eased your unsettled thoughts.

You finally pulled apart.

“You are timid with me,” he announced, breastplate vibrating with the bass of his voice.

“Everything we do is new,” you said as you put your arms around an icy plated torso and watched the end of his cape twirl. His lips chased yours as you looked away again. Relaxing into his embrace, you whispered, ”I can’t believe you are real,” as if speaking louder would make him disappear like a mirage.

“The legends have a basis.”

He ran the backside of an armoured finger across your cheek. His expression was soft as you met his gaze again, nothing as severe as his rugged appearance suggested. The shadows enveloping your limbs flared.

“What say you? Would you like to be one of my kind?"

Huh? He meant…he meant turning you into a vampire? And offering you eternity?

Again you tensed. He was serious. The weight of his question hung in the air between you until you gulped and averted your eyes, nervousness tainting the air thickly.

"I suppose it is too soon to ask you this." The hand came to rest on your head where he ruffled your hair. You glanced up at him in surprise.

Dracula smiled at you. "My Darling."

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The gleaming silver orb above loomed large, illuminating the navy skies with an ethereal haze. The moon was full, just like that first night, so clear you could see every crater on her surface. Your anxiety around Dracula gradually dissipated. He had a much quieter disposition than the normal him, but honestly, a break from his usual provocative ways was appreciated. He was still the same person, you reminded yourself. You began to close the distance between you incrementally and walk closer until you brushed his side with every stride.

It was not yet Halloween. Actually, it was nowhere near that month of haunting. Anyone who happened upon the pair of you would find his full body armour odd. It was mildly ironic for you to comment about Alucard’s unconventional clothing, only for his ‘true’ appearance to be just as outlandish for these modern times. What did you expect? It seemed the king captured people’s attention no matter what he did in whichever era.

The relaxing stroll was picturesque. For once, the streetlights functioned as they should and lit up the quaint storefronts without Alucard’s interference. The boulevards were clean and the summer air fresh, but clamorous with singing crickets. The engines of the occasional car rumbled in the distance and punctured the tranquility. The first vampire let you lead the walk, wordlessly following you through every turn as he sensed your worries ebb with each passing minute, enjoying the way you eventually bumped against him with each step.

A warm breeze brought the perfume of the faint sweat trailing behind you into his sinuses. His vampiric senses were hyper-aware of your presence, such as how your little heart pumped hot blood through your veins with each thud while you continued to wander.

How he missed roaming the nights together.

Vampires were natural hunters. It couldn’t be helped. Orange gold deepened into a lustrous crimson as his pupils narrowed into predatory slits.

Alucard was no longer beside you. There was only empty space and silence when even the insects fell quiet. Spinning around to seek him, you heard heavy purring in your head as fallen leaves rustled about in a swirling circle around you.

"What are you waiting for Dear? RUN." A pointy nose poked your ear.

Jumping at the familiar voice, you felt the solid presence of him sighing into your ear from behind as he purred and nudged you.

Oh? He wanted to play? You unfroze with a smile, not needing to be instructed again. You took off, but it was different this time. You were able to see your path well enough to not trip over yourself, rapidly finding a way from the streets where the stray vehicle still roved and into pedestrian side roads.

Unlike past chases, there was no panic or fear. Despite your earlier misgivings, you could barely even remember why you were terrified of Alucard stalking you after all this time together. As you zipped through the desolate night streets, your heart pounded with exhilaration the longer you ran. It felt good to set aside your worries for now and just enjoy your time together.

Alucard, you are here?

The shadows followed you with ease in the corners of your eyes. The rich, sanguine glow to their edges was a dead giveaway. You laughed as you took a turn leading you someplace you've never been before in the dead of night. With the knowledge that Alucard was with you, the night became a game full of mystery and adventure.

He caught you by the waist, hauling you back to his chest while the arm that held you slowly slipped up your torso until he seized your breasts. The wandering hands were metallic and frigid against your skin.

“If this was a real hunt, it would have concluded. It'd be sensible to surrender yourself to me now.”

You squirmed in his hold with a breathless titter, earning a hiss in your ear and a lick to your cheek before he let you go. You giggled and used the opportunity to slither away and scamper off.

You ran and ran from his harrying; repeatedly he would catch and wrestle with you before you were released. The most brazen event was when he suddenly appeared and let you run face first into him, then stroked languidly down your rear until you found your bearings and escaped. How he taunted you.

Eventually you came to a stop when your breath escaped in soft pants, shirt clinging with your exertion. You looked around for somewhere else to go and perhaps hide so your vampire had to search before bolting again when you didn’t find a spot to your satisfaction. You didn't know where you were going at all, just making turn after turn wherever you could –through unlit alleys and parks and crossing under bridges, until you arrived at a ravine to recover.

The vampire was nowhere to be seen. You snickered upon hearing something drop and a crackle in the dark. "Y–you don't scare me anymore. Just come out," you gasped out.

Words that were spoken too soon. Trouble slid out of the shadows as several ruffians leered at you. Forcibly exhaling, you inched back at their appearances, ready to dash away in the direction you came from. Needles, used condoms, and other garbage littered the ground and the air was dank with the stench of old urine and vomit. So you stumbled into the derelict quarters of society’s undesirables, but you did not want their acquaintance.

"Leaving so soon, pretty bird?" One of the skinnier blokes sneered. He was covered in ugly tattoos.

“Why don’t you stay awhile and keep us company?” Another said. He was just as ratty as the first, but smiled as he approached. Their sinister intentions were clear as day, despite the false nicety.

“Yeah, we don’t often have the pleasure of such lovely companionship.” The third stood back where it was too dark to distinguish his features.

I do not appreciate others interrupting my hunt. Leave.

The muted voice simultaneously thundered and the brutes shouted at the vacant surroundings.

“Who’s there?”

“Piss off, wanker!” Tough words from the men, but you were already apprehensive not for yourself, but them.

The shadows at your feet bubbled up.

“What the fuck?!” One of the hooligans hollered in shock at the mass of darkness that grew from the ground in front of you. He glanced back at his friends before squaring his shoulders.

The man crashed into an ancient conifer and was held there several feet off the ground, gasping for breath as he was slowly flattened –his face gave in first, the nose and lips crumbling inwards. It was as if he was submitted to the work of a hydraulic press. He heaved with effort to break free as his eyes bulged and his chest squeezed tight, unable to even scream under the crushing compression.

As you watched in shock, the death happened too quickly to process, yet like time slowed for you as well. His head popped like a gusher with blood jetting from both ears. You saw every detail as the ruffian's body was squashed by an invisible force until even his bones gave out and he became a splatter of viscera decorating the bark. Only a hand remained intact, but even that snapped at the wrist without a surface behind it to counteract the pressure.

You screamed at the crunching horror when it finally ended with a wet splat.

Alucard rescued you yet again. He appeared nonchalant about his victim's barbaric demise, his stance at complete ease.

“!!!” Your would-be assailants were initially speechless as they jittered back at the supernatural display of violence.

One of the remaining men sniffled, swiping his nose as he howled, “Arsehole!”

There was white powder dusting the ground and around their nostrils. They were high, which explained the ongoing aggression and bravado as knives came out. Your gaze flickered up to Alucard’s face.

You knew that maniacal grin, the one that reminded you of when you first saw him at work. No. All your fears about him resurfaced. You forgot how to breathe as you darted in front of him to cling to his arm.

"You can't kill them!" You yelled.

Being with him was wrong.

He paused, the king's gaze sliding to yours with a bored expression. "Why?" He drawled callously.

He was violent and dangerous.

“Because you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why?"

Omfg did Alucard think he was the Terminator? As ridiculous as the exchange was, this was no movie. Alucard’s eyes narrowed as a savage aura flared and pulsed with danger when the remaining two men floundered backwards in jerky movements. Perhaps their sense of self-preservation was still existent.

Dracula’s baleful glare did not conceal his wrath. These worthless lowlives dared not only threaten you, but if it weren't for his presence, they would have violated you in the most disgusting of ways in this dirty scum hole. He knew it, because he could sense their base desires and the opportunistic evil that lay dormant within them. He too was a creature of the abyss who knew darkness when he encountered it.

Unspeakable rage tainted his thoughts with promised violence. Their perverted longings were the ultimate transgression against you. It was unforgivable. You may be soft and kind, but he was not known for mercy. Rapists should be staked and displayed for others as a warning.

There were millions of other ways he could end them and The Impaler started listing them. He could telepathically wipe their memories and order them gone, which was always the simplest solution when it came to nosy humans, but he wanted these ones dead.

He lifted his hand before you desperately caught it between both of yours and pushed it down, hoping to hold him back. Your stomach churned from his glower as you imagined what he was going to do to them. How many times was he going to shoot them? Or was he going to rip them apart with his bare hands instead? Would there even be anything left of them when he was satisfied with the mutilation?

“They didn’t do anything to me, I’m okay! Let’s just go home!” You pleaded.

“You do not get to decide who must die, draga mea."

"ALUCARD!"

"Alucard is not here right now."

Wha-

The crimson gaze flicked back up at the interlopers and blazed with fury as the pair of imbeciles decided it was prudent to use your interference with his punishment as a means to flee. Their human movements were sluggish to his vision and reflexes anyways. He knew their intentions the moment they thought it, caught the twitching of muscles as they began to turn and run in slow motion. Cowards who could not even face their well-deserved execution.

So they should lose their legs first.

They froze after mistakenly meeting Death’s gaze and receiving the order to remain motionless. The shadows licked at his feet and twisted, rising to whip about in the air.

Shit. But –this was your vampire. At the same time, this was evidently someone else, a warrior. A king. How were you supposed to address him? Your Majesty? Dracula? That was his title and name. But what was his name? You were frantic. Think! What was it again?!

"...Vlad…Please don't do this, I beg you…" Hauling all your weight, you threw yourself at him, the tears now falling freely as his tendrils stretched and lashed towards his latest quarries. How did it go from a beautiful moonlit walk together to this bloodbath?!

Through the fog of his ire drifted another scent beyond the putrid fear of his prey. Your fear. He saw the dread in your eyes. Countless others have made the same face while grovelling at his feet for mercy. You however, were not begging for yourself, but the remaining rotten swine behind you. He growled with displeasure at what you asked of him, the mind running feral with imagery of what he wanted to do, waiting impatiently for the miscreants to give him another reason to end them.

The Nosferatu glanced back at you. Your face was the same as that time, when he vanquished the undead that hunted you. He really was a monster. You were afraid of him.

Upon realizing you had your vampire’s attention, you tried to reach him further. “Just…just take the blood of the one who's already dead. And then…" your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper. "Let's go home. Please."

He focused on everything that was you, on the salt of your tears and sweat overlying body lotion. Your desperation. In the background were the pungent stench of gore and the unwashed bodies of men. The king growled as he stared at you again. It was your second thoughts about what you were getting yourself into by being with him that did it. He snuffed out his need to kill as he came back to himself.

You were petrified about what was next, but Dracula won’t let you regret your decision to stay. He did not wish to prove your trust in him was misplaced or that your reservations about him were well-founded.

“Since this is one of the only requests my darling little human has ever made of me, I shall grant clemency this time,” he snarled through razor teeth. The paralyzed men cowered at the demon in front of them, at last recognizing how close to Death’s door they came.

"Vermin such as yourselves aren't worth the effort anyways." The unholy king’s eyes glowed with a hellish light. "Leave," he commanded.

Under hypnotism, a ring of scarlet surrounded their irises and the thugs slunk away with a dazed expression. They were at last permitted to go through with their flight and disappear back into the bowels of London as his gaze bore holes through the backs of their skulls.

The danger passed. You were hiding behind the vampire, who felt your anxiety when his attention turned back to you. He could not fault your distaste for brutality and death. Despite his blinding fury moments ago, he was unable to maintain his anger with you. His expression lightened.

Silence.

You licked your lips, trembling with a bone-deep fear you hadn't felt in a long time. “Are you not going to drink his blood?" Staring everywhere except at your saviour, you eyed the corpse of squished organs, bones, and flesh painting the vegetation.

"Do you seek your meals from the gutter?" He snorted, eying the pile with disdain. "Besides… you are more than enough." The vampire grinned, a single fang glinting in the gloom like he just told you the best inside joke.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected change in atmosphere from the offhand comment. Alucard and his mood swings.

Taking a deep breath to soothe yourself, the tension was slow to leave you. You looked at him again. "Thank you for stopping," you told him with honest relief.

"Little one, you are safe when you walk the night with me. Nothing will harm you," he said as he faced you fully and brushed your cheeks gently.

You held his hand to your face, opening it up and leaning your cheek into the icy steel. He took a step to his right to block the view when you tried to examine the remains of the body turned into slush. A layer of clouds blocked the meager light of the moon so you couldn’t see it anyways. All you saw was the sunset in your vampire’s eyes.

You gulped. The eldritch power surrounding the vampire wrapped around you, and instinctively you knew it was cold, but you felt warm and safe on the inside. It felt like you were home.

"I believe you." You took the single step to close the distance between you and pressed up flush against the vampire.

Affection kindled in those stunning eyes. There it was, behind the face of another man, this ruthless king, was the Alucard you knew and fell for. Your expression broke as you buried your face in his chest, needing reassurance as the mess that came to pass tonight caught up with you.

He was caressing your head again, tousling it to the beat of your heart when you peeked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. Resplendent little human, he will shelter you from the horrors of the world.

"Luna vieții mele."

"Pardon?"

"Tu ești luna vieții mele."

You blinked in confusion, straining to try catching the gist of his words, but it was hopeless. Fortunately many Latin languages share some similarities. You were reasonably sure he mentioned the moon.

"Și fără tine, nu există lumină."

How infuriating. If there was something Vlad wanted to say to you, he could just do so directly instead of using a foreign language you didn’t understand for dramatic effect.

"What does that mean?"

He gave you a cryptic smile and offered his arm. “It is time to return."

Yeah right, like hell it did. He said a lot more words than if he was just talking about going home. You stared at the outstretched arm of a gallant Medieval man, brows crinkling when he did not elaborate. It seemed you would have to figure out the meaning yourself.

You curled in to stay close to him, placing your hand on his arm and weaving your fingers around the crook of Dracula’s elbow so he could lead you home through the dark of night.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 13- TBD? "Stargazers in Romania"

Notes: Alucard really doesn’t like rapists.

Even knowing Alucard shapeshifts, it’ll take getting used to his other forms. It’d be weird if someone just accepts another body/face/voice/personality as their SO upon the first time meeting them, right? At least I think so. The Count is ‘her’ Alucard, for now at least.

This chapter isn't meant to be a character analysis of the historical person's actions, but more the reservations a rational person should have when deciding whether to stay as freaking Vlad III Dracula's SO.

It is admittedly a bit cliche that Alucard is always just in time to save the Reader from her demise, but in my other Hellsing work, she names him her “guide and guardian (angel).” The title is well-deserved.

*The next chapter will be delayed because I will be going on my honeymoon for several weeks. I’ll likely be able to fit in some writing time as we travel between countries. I’ll probably also be using that time to continue planning Part 2 of this story (we aren’t there yet). Yes that’s right, Millennium will feature in this fic, although I will only loosely follow the canon Ultimate events and be taking some liberties with how vampire things work.*

Buckle up, we’re only about half-way. I estimate there to be around 23-26 or so chapters in total to complete this fic, although later chapters will likely be shorter.

#alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #alucard hellsing #vladcard #hellsing #hellsing fandom #alucard

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A full character analysis on MAX PHILLIPS from the film BLOODSUCKING BASTARDS

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

FULL CHARACTER STUDY:

Basic Details:

Full Name: Max Phillips

Nickname(s): Max

Appears in: Bloodsucking Bastards (known in some countries as Bloodsucking Bosses), 2015 (first appearance seen at approx. 15:44)

Age (if known): Unknown

Nationality: American - unconfirmed which state

Sexuality: Unconfirmed, presumed straight as he is flirting with Amanda and it is mentioned he hooked up with Evan's girlfriend in college

Family: Unknown/unconfirmed

Spouse/Partner: Unknown/unconfirmed

Relationship Status: Presumed single, although unknown/unconfirmed

Current Living Status: Deceased - Staked by Evan and Amanda

Languages Spoken: English

Education: Tim confirms Max went to college with Evan and Tim, and Max confirms later he attended a university in Romania specialising in an MBA programme for business management

Occupation:

Job Role/Title: Head Vampire/Sales Manager

Special Skill(s): Vampire, power of allure/hypnotism, adept strength and fighting skills, good business management skills

Notable Colleague(s): Evan, Tim, Andrew, Amanda, Ted

Distinguishing Features:

Tattoo(s): Bullseye tattoo on left hand between thumb and forefinger (Pedro's own)

Piercings: None

Scar(s): None noted

Other Markings: Freckles on neck

Eye Colour: Brown

Prominent Feature(s): Clean shaven face

Injuries: Max has a paper cutting guillotine blade lodged in the left front side of his skull by Evan, shortly before he is staked in the chest by Amanda with a piece of wood. Evan pushes the stake further into Max's chest, which ultimately kills him, causing him to explode into blood.

Hair Colour: Brown

Personality:

Traits: cunning, compelling, manipulative

Max is confirmed to be American, based on his accent, although it is not confirmed where exactly he is from.

Max managed to entice Evan's girlfriend at college into bed with him. It's not confirmed if it was a one-off or if they had a relationship behind Evan's back. Later, Max makes a quip about doing it again with Amanda.

Although Max's plan to replace the workers in the office with vampires is dastardly, its evident he cares about getting results from a good workforce so the business can thrive. He praises himself on his own management skills stating "my management style is effective! And refreshing."

The vampire effect seems to take place very quickly. Max invites Dave into his office to discuss office pools, and then seemingly, a few moments later, he emerges as a fully turned vampire.

The janitor Gerry seems to be the first vampire turned victim of Max.

It appears Max doesn't turn Amanda right away so he can use it as a reason to torment Evan, possibly out of revenge for him having to go to Romania and subsequently being turned into a Vampire himself, even though Max had ample opportunity to turn her when he was at Amanda's place.

It appears Max can eat human food and drink, as he comments to Evan he enjoyed some of Amanda's Osso Bucco (beef) dish, and that they should open another bottle of red wine.

Max's vampire look consists of a heavy set brow, eyes that have red sclera's, prominent veins in the face under the eyes and neck and deep set eye sockets.

Fashion/Outfits:

Outfit 1 - (Opening scene in office) Grey three piece suit including waistcoat, light blue shirt, yellow tie with blue stripes and matching breast pocket handkerchief, cufflinks, sunglasses,

Outfit 2 - (In Ted's office scene/Office pools scene/Amanda's place scene) Black/charcoal coloured two piece suit, white shirt, red silk tie, red silk breast pocket handkerchief, black lace up shoes

Outfit 3 - (Janitor closest scene) Dark grey/black three piece suit including waistcoat, white shirt, black striped tie

Outfit 4 - (Turning Elaine scene) Black/charcoal two piece suit, white shirt, red silk tie, red silk breast pocket handkerchief

Outfit 5 - (Ted's death and final showdown) Grey three piece suit including waistcoat, white pinstriped shirt, dark grey striped tie, black socks and black lace up shoes

Accessories: Dark sunglasses, cufflinks, black iPhone, silver ring on left middle finger

Weapons Used:

Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)

Max doesn't use any conventional weapons, such as a gun, instead he uses his fangs. His fangs appear to protrude from his third canine tooth on each side of his mouth.

One of his weapons appears to be his strength, as he takes some blows without even flinching and is able to snap Ted's neck with quick precision. He is also able to throw people about and pin them with ease.

Max's power of allure is also a weapon he can use to control and manipulate others. It appears he mostly does it using his right hand, with his index and middle finger primed and pointed at their eyes/face.

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Max is not seen driving or operating any vehicles in the film.

Dialogue:

🗨 See Max's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

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ukrfeminism · 2 months

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Social media influencer Andrew Tate will be extradited to the UK after a British police force secured a European arrest warrant for allegations of rape and human trafficking.

Bedfordshire Police said they are working with authorities in Romania as part of an investigation into the 37-year-old and his 35-year-old brother Tristan.

The pair were detained on Tuesday and appeared at the court of appeal in Bucharest where it was ruled they would be extradited following the conclusion of legal proceedings in Romania.

The allegations, which the two brothers “unequivocally deny”, date back to 2012-2015.

Speaking to reporters outside court following the ruling, Andrew Tate told reporters he and his brother are “very innocent men”.

He said: “I want to give absolute credit to Romanian justice for making the correct decision today.

“Unfortunately I don’t think many people in Romania understand, but in the West, in the countries that are owned by the satanists, when you get to a certain level of fame you either put on a dress or you go to jail and I’m happy to make my choice which is jail every single time, my soul is not for sale neither are my principles.

“We’re very innocent men and in time everybody’s going to see that.

“We are excited to finish this judicial process and clear our names.”

The pair were released from police custody following the hearing, their representative said.

Lawyers representing four women who accuse Tate of rape and sexual assault said they wrote to UK police to request his detention over fears he would flee Romania.

In response to the claims made by law firm McCue Jury & Partners, Tate’s spokeswoman said: “We unequivocally deny any accusations that Andrew or Tristan Tate intends to abscond from Romania to evade the judicial proceedings.

“Our clients are fully committed to actively participating in the legal process and defending their reputation.

“We believe this rumour has originated from a popular online influencer who misconstrued a text message from our clients while streaming live. There is simply no truth to it.”

The law firm said the four British accusers were the subject of an investigation by Hertfordshire Constabulary.

The Hertfordshire investigation was closed in 2019.

In response to the court of appeal’s ruling on Tuesday, the Tate brothers’ lawyer Eugen Vidineac said: “We appreciate the Bucharest Court of Appeal’s decision to postpone the extradition of Andrew and Tristan Tate.

“This ruling provides an opportunity for the brothers to participate fully in their defence and for the legal process to proceed in a transparent manner.”

Commenting on the Tate brothers being detained, Matthew Jury, managing partner at McCue Jury & Partners, said: “Today’s news is very welcome as it has been a significant concern to many that Tate would seek to avoid justice in Romania and abroad.

“We are grateful to the British authorities for taking our concerns seriously and issuing an arrest warrant.”

Mr Jury said Andrew Tate had “spread a vast amount of disinformation about the criminal allegations he faces in the UK” since his first arrest in Romania.

The law firm said it welcomed the court of appeal’s decision on Tuesday.

In a separate case, the Tate brothers are charged with rape, human trafficking and forming a criminal gang to sexually exploit women in Romania after being arrested in the country’s capital in December 2022 alongside two Romanian women.

All four deny the allegations.

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albert-whiskersss · 9 months

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Countess's Favorite- Lady Dimitrescu

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After moving to Romania to evade troubles back home, you find yourself working as a handmaiden for the house of Dimitrescu. You'd seem to have taken a liking to The Countess, Alcina Dimitrescu. One night, Alcina called you to her dressing room with a spilled mess of wine, not expecting a sudden turn of events.

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sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blood play, human x vampire relationship, size difference, lesbian sex, (sort of) knife kink (Lady D's nails are sharp so idk)

It was the late 1960s in Romania. You’d moved there hoping to find some sense of peace within yourself. After searching for a proper town to live in, you found a village full of lively people. They had always talked about the castle just east of where you lived. The village-goers mentioned how the countess, Alcina Dimitrescu, was a ruthless woman thirsting for blood. Morbid curiosity took over you, and you set course to hopefully become a handmaiden; it would provide a comforting home, food, and something to do to kill time.

You arrived just a day later, and they happily took you in with open arms. Countess Alcina was a tall woman. Well, tall was a complete understatement. She stood around a staggering 9 feet. It was nothing like you had ever seen before. Her daughters were kind, politely asking you to go outside for them to fetch things. It seemed they despised the outside. It was thought-provoking as to why everyone in the village said the house of Dimitrescu was ruthless and bloodthirsty. That was until you’d worked there for a while longer. Handmaidens seemed to come and go as quickly as they came, disappearing without a trace. It was a while until you learned from Alcina that she was the one getting rid of them. Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such grisly things about what she did to them; she was a bloodthirsty woman. She feasted upon the handmaiden’s blood if they weren’t working correctly and tossed them in the cellar, letting a mold you still did not understand eat away at their bodies. It was shocking knowing Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such information. Though, you felt pride grow within your body with each passing day, knowing she kept you around longer than others.

You hated to admit it, but after the handful of months you’d served the Dimitrescu family, you took a liking toward Alicna. It was more than a liking. It killed you to figure out you were in love with the woman you served. That was why you left your country to find your inner peace; loving a woman wasn’t socially acceptable in the slightest. Your family disowned you for it. You had nothing to live for then, so escaping all of your issues seemed the best option. Running away from such thoughts worked for a short amount of time. But Alcina came into your life, and every impure thought returned to you. Was it so wrong to want to love a woman? Why did it have to be frowned upon to love someone? The weight of societal norms prevented you from wanting someone you truly loved.

Unbeknownst to you, Alcina noticed your liking for her. You hid it horribly, in fact.

She could practically see hearts in your eyes whenever you gazed upon her. Alcina was not complaining, however. She loved the attention you gave her and only her. She loved how you carefully cared for her, listened to her rambles, cooked her food just as she loved it, cleaned her garments with such care as if they’d fray at any moment, and hummed along to the songs she played as you cleaned.

Alcina had called upon you one night to help with some cleaning duties. You quickly came to her aid, only to find a large bottle of wine spilled all over the dressing room. You looked around before looking at Alcina, seeing her frantically cleaning her dress with a wet handkerchief. “What happened, My Lady?” You asked.

Alcina stood up straight and sighed deeply, a look of annoyance and anger engraved into her face. “I knocked the wine off of my vanity.” She mumbled. “Help me clean this godforsaken mess.” You nodded and scurried off to find some cleaning supplies. You soon returned with them in hand, placing them by the door. It was going to be tough trying to get the deep red stains out of the hardwood flooring and the oriental rug, but it wasn't anything you couldn’t accomplish. You started by picking the bottle up and placing it back on the vanity. It had a distinct metallic and almost pungent smell to it, and you knew it was the Sanguis Virginis wine she’d told you about. It was a product of wine from her family’s vineyard, enhanced with the blood of past maidens. You brushed the thought of you possibly being next off and began mopping up the mess. Thankfully, the wine hadn’t seeped into the wooden flooring just yet. After that was finished, you gathered up the rug and placed it outside the door to clean later on. Once you closed the door, Alcina let out a sharp sigh. You looked up at her, seeing her still trying to clean the stain from her dress. “My Lady, change into something else. I can clean that for you.” You went into her wardrobe and pulled out a slip dress. “It is nearing night, you can head off to your chambers and rest for a while.” You turned to her and held it out.

Alcina took the slip and discarded her dress. “Thank you, Maiden. You treat me all too well.” She smiled. She removed her hat and gloves, placing them in their respectful areas.

You watched her strip off her dress, leaving you completely entranced by her body. She was curvy, and it was perfect on her. Her undergarments were sheer, giving you a perfect look at her body. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts as she handed you the wine-stained dress, making you smile obliviously. You placed the dress on the arm of the day bed and walked over to the wine bottle. You then picked it up. “I will be back in a moment, I’m going to discard this empty bottle.”

Alcina threw her slip on and turned to you, storming over. “No!” She snatched the bottle from your hands.

“My Lady, it is empty; it has no use-”

A sudden backhanded slap across your face sent a searing burn on your cheek as you gasped out in pain. “You will not throw this bottle away, Maiden.” Alcina growled.

You nodded. “I’m so sorry, Countess.” You held your hand against your cheek to help numb the pain, though you felt a warm liquid seep between your fingers. You took your hand off your cheek and examined your fingers to find blood coating them. Alcina managed to scratch you. You looked up at Alcina with a scared look in your eyes. “I didn’t know that bottle held such importance. Please, forgive me.”

Alcina placed the bottle back on the vanity and grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to her. She ran her thumb across your cut cheek, smiling as she watched you wince in pain. She let go and stuck her thumb against her lips, licking up your blood. “Your blood is sweet, Maiden.” She hummed happily.

You watched as she licked the blood from her thumb. Heat welled in your body from embarrassment, knowing she was practically getting off to your blood. “Thank you?” You didn’t know if it was a compliment or not.

Alcina leaned down and brought her face to yours, licking up the rest from your freshly bleeding wound. She exhaled deeply and groaned softly at the taste of your sweet blood. “I know you like this, Maiden.”

You closed your eyes as your breath shook, hoping to calm your nerves just a little. You loved it. It made you dizzy just thinking about what she would do to you next. “Yes.” You whispered. You opened your eyes back up as Alcina pulled away. She tilted your head back up. Her face was dangerously close to yours.

“Tell me, Maiden, what have you thought of me doing to you all these times you and I were alone together?” She tilted her head and ran her thumb across your bottom lip.

“I…” your voice trailed off. You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“Use your words, dear.”

“Touching me.”

“Like this?” Alcina ran her hand down your neck and chest, stopping at your waist. She caressed your body gently, watching you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your mouth hung open as she stopped in between your legs. You whined softly as she pulled her hand away. Just from her touch, you practically melted into a puddle beneath her. You could only nod as you remembered her asking.

“Now, lay down on the day bed. I’ll show you what you’ve been desiring, Maiden.”

You didn’t think twice about heading over. You sat down and watched Alcina stride over. She kneeled down and trapped you beneath her body. You hesitantly placed your hands on her shoulders, bringing them down her chest as you felt her soft skin beneath your fingertips. You honestly couldn’t care if she was a vampiric immortal being; you loved her for who she was through and through.

Alcina took your shoes off and lifted you up, undoing the lacing on the back of your dress. She removed it and eyed your body, eventually looking back at your face. She smiled as you stared at her in awe. “You're my favorite maiden, you know that?”

You nodded. “I figured.” You let out a breathy chuckle.

Alcina laughed and removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely bare. She reached down and took ahold of your breast, gently kneading it in her large hand. She then dragged her thumb across the top of your breast just above the nipple, watching your blood dot and pool on your skin. For good reasons, she did not go too deep, trying not to hurt you. The slight stinging pain made you groan. But it felt surprisingly good knowing it was Alcina doing it to you. Alcina leaned down and connected her mouth to your breast, licking and softly sucking at the blood. She hummed against you and pulled away as she licked the remaining blood from her lips. “Maiden, does that satisfy you?” The sweet, intoxicating scent of rose and jasmine perfume filled your senses as Alcina pressed herself against your body.

You were a panting mess at that point, being completely lust driven. “I…” You were too afraid to ask for more, worried she’d become mad.

“Say it.” “I want more. More of you. Please, My Lady.” You reached down between your legs and drew small and slow circles against your clit, feeling all too needy.

Alcina pulled your hand away. “We will get there soon. Don't be too impatient.” She cooed. You could only nod as Alcina leaned down and soon connected her lips with yours. There was a taste of blood mixed with wine in Alcina’s mouth, though you weren't complaining. If anyone else were to taste that way, you'd surely be disgusted. But you were head over heels for Alcina; anything she did, you wouldn't bat an eye at it.

Alcina moved her lips down your neck and to your sternum, eventually reaching your stomach. She loved hearing your moans at every little thing she did, knowing you were one to easily please. She pulled away and once again dragged her nail down your abdomen. She watched the blood pool and dove in, licking a long strip until she reached the top of your ribcage.

You shuddered as her warm tongue danced against your skin. “Alcina,” you whispered. You realized you called her by her first name and jolted ever so slightly. “I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to call you by your first name.”

“It’s alright, Maiden. Just relax.” Alcina placed wet kisses down your body again, dodging between your legs and moving to your thighs. She slowly worked her way up to your pussy and hummed as she planted an open-mouthed kiss on it.

You swallowed hard and threw your head back. It’s definitely happening now. was all you could think of. Your hands found the plush fabric of the day bed, and you dug your nails into it. A shock of pleasure ran up your body as Alcina began to gently lap at your pussy. She circled your clit with her tongue before harshly pressing her tongue flat against you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you let out a sultry moan. Alcina just started, and she was able to work you well already. Fuck, if you spent the rest of your life like this, no one in the village or back home would ever see you again.

Alcina grabbed onto your thighs and spread your legs further apart as she continued to slowly lap at your pussy. She pulled away slightly and peered up at your pleasure-stricken face. “Does this satisfy you yet, Maiden?” She questioned as she brought her middle finger up against you, running it up and down your folds. She smiled and pushed her finger into you as you nodded, watching your face contort with satisfaction. She slowly worked her finger back and forth in you before adding another. Alcina was sometimes self-conscious about her large stature, but in times like these, those thoughts slipped her mind completely. She enjoyed nothing more than watching you try and fuck yourself against her fingers. She took your grinding as a sign and quickened her pace before connecting her mouth against your pussy again. Alcina flicked her tongue against your clit quicker, making your thighs twitch beneath her grip. You wanted to try and be at least a little quiet, but you couldn't help but let out moans here and there. She worked her tongue against you in every perfect way. She must've had past lovers from how much of an expert she seemed to be. Her fingers occasionally pressed up against your G-spot, making your back arch every time. No woman (and clearly no man) had ever seemed to find every spot within you that made your head spin with euphoria like Alcina did.

Alcina suddenly sucked on your clit for a few seconds and smiled against you as you tried to close your legs against her head. She moaned against you, sending another shock of pleasure through your body that made you near your orgasm already.

“My… Lady…”

Alcina let out another moan against you, acknowledging your nearing orgasm. She rubbed her tongue against your clit faster, making you let out a choked cry. You took in a shaky breath before moaning loudly. You rocked your hips against Alcina’s face and fingers as you came against her. It was slightly embarrassing to have come undone that quickly, but you hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. You mumbled incoherencies under your breath as she began to fuck her fingers into you faster.

Alcina rode your orgasm out completely before pulling away. She moved back up to your face and deeply kissed you, letting you taste yourself against her tongue. She pulled away and took your bottom lip in between your teeth as she chuckled softly. She then let go of your lip and gently kissed your neck as she ran her hand up and down your side, hoping to calm your erratic nerves. “I hope that suffices, Maiden.” Alcina sat up on her knees and caressed your cheek gently with her thumb.

You sat up so your back was against the back of the day bed. “Do you need- help..?”

Alcina stood up and placed your clothing beside you. “No. I’ll be alright, love. Though, I expect the favor to be returned soon.”

“Gladly.” You responded with a smile. You stood up as well and got your clothing back on, as well as your shoes. Alcina seemed to recover quickly, but you were stuck in a dreamy haze from the sudden fucking you’d just received. You cleared your throat awkwardly and grabbed Alcina’s dress, walking over to the door. “Have a good night, My Lady.” You opened the door and looked over at her.

Alcina looked over at you and smiled. “You as well, Maiden.”

You smiled back and nodded once. “Thank you.” You stepped out and gently shut the door, looking around to make sure no one was near to have heard your ecstasy. You grabbed onto the rug that was by the door and walked off to your own quarters. You surely weren't going to sleep that night at the thought of what had suddenly happened in the dressing room. It felt exciting finally knowing the lust and love was returned.

Notes: Thank you for reading! I would've gotten this out way sooner if I wasn't flooded with work AUGFHB!!! But it's out now. I do post on AO3 as well! @ AlbertWhiskers

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djuvlipen · 9 months

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https://nordicmodelnow.org/2020/03/02/the-cost-of-western-europes-rampant-prostitution-the-genocide-of-romanian-women/?amp=1

Sorry for the triggering article. Not romani but ty for your bravery and support of women 💚

God, that was a good article, thank you for sharing, Anon. I recommend reading the whole thing but I want to highlight some specific parts:

For the last eight months or so, the entire country has been in turmoil and living a nightmare. I do not say ‘nightmare’ lightly. I wish it had just been a bad dream that we’d woken from. If only… But the reality is we can’t shake off the nightmarish situation that’s been stewing since about the time my country was accepted into the European Union and the borders were opened. While it was a fantastic opportunity for the development of the country, it was also the beginning of a horrifying new reality – rampant human trafficking. In an effort to provide for themselves and/or their families, people started to go abroad in search of work opportunities they couldn’t find at home. But it was also a huge opportunity for interlopers and human traffickers, because the opening of the borders made it easier for them to do what they had previously been doing with a lot more difficulty. Now their activity is widespread and unchecked. They have no qualms. They brazenly state that it’s a certified way of making a living. Given the legal status of prostitution in many EU countries, trafficking women and children has become in Romania a legitimate way of making a fortune for the ‘smarter’ people. They declare that dirty money is easier and faster to make with little to no effort on their part. That’s ‘smart’ to them. They announce this unapologetically, and with a superior smirk, on every medium, official and unofficial. For the ordinary, hardworking population, this is unbelievable, unbearable, terrifying.

This points at something I've been thinking about: the European Union is not our friend, it is explicitly anti-women. It doesn't simply tolerate the sex trade, it institutionalizes it to make profit out of it. It is antifeminist at its core and the first victims of it are women from impoverished Eastern European countries, with Romani (not simply Romanian) women being particularly vulnerable.

There are over 500 known trafficking rings in Romania, their areas of influence are well mapped and the leaders well known. They cover pretty much every inch of the country. Not a corner has been left unexploited by them. Prostitution is illegal in Romania, but it is flourishing anyway. As we all know, it produces enormous amounts of money for the ‘clans’ – as the interlopers call themselves with pride. But the biggest source of money is outside the country. In the beginning, they promised a job abroad in agriculture, in restaurants and as babysitters, and the women who fell prey found themselves in prostitution. When word got out and that tactic didn’t work anymore, they resorted to the ‘lover boy’ method. When that didn’t work so well, they started to steal children and young women from the street and even from their own homes. Thousands of other cases similar to Alexandra’s and Luiza’s have surfaced – including one where all six children – two boys and four girls – of a single mother were abducted by force, from their house. None of this – on this scale – would have been possible without the tacit agreement and practical protection of the authorities – police, the justice system, and politicians. The clans have grown so powerful that they even boast of having installed their own politicians, policemen, judges, and prosecutors. They continually escape justice. If some rogue policemen catch them and somehow manage to bring them to court, they use their money and influence to get off. The money that comes, as I said, not so much from the internal ‘market’, but from other European countries to which they traffic the children and women they get their hands on by any means. The most important destination are the countries where prostitution is legalized, like Germany and the Netherlands, but also the countries (including the UK) where laws against pimping and buying women in prostitution are not enforced. Romania has become the number one European source country of children and women in the brothels in Germany and Holland, and also Italy, Spain, Switzerland, Belgium, Greece and the UK. Even though the total population of Romania is only about 19 million, there are thousands[*] of Romanian women and children forced into street prostitution in Italy alone – and that’s not counting those in strip clubs, brothels and ‘escort’ prostitution. It’s estimated that there are similar numbers in Spain, the UK, Germany, and Holland – and that’s not considering those in the Arab world and on other continents. Romania has haemorrhaged more than a million children (girls and boys) and women into the prostitution trade in these countries. In countries where prostitution is legal, like Germany, only a small percentage of the women involved are locals. German women do not take up this kind of ‘work’ en masse. (Should we wonder why it’s so off-putting?). But the demand is huge – so they outsource to countries like mine.

This part is also very important. I only wish she had mentioned that Romani women make up a large % of trafficked women from Romania; one of the reasons I started making posts about it is because many people don't think race is relevant when talking about the sex trade in Eastern Europe, because they think all of Eastern Europe is white. The vast majority of articles and studies therefore erasing the large % of trafficked Romani women by painting the general sex-trafficked victim as a white woman, which is not the case as race is relevant here.

And all this because of the participation of our men in power, men who served the parents of the two still missing girls who want their children back with the sentence (pun intended), “I’m hitting a wall.” Yes. That’s what the attorney general said to them when asked why they aren’t looking for the girls: “I can’t look for them because there’s a wall stopping me.” People started rallying for the girls. It is awful to see the two mothers in tears and on their knees in front of the Police Department building, begging the authorities to find their children and bring them home. So what is that wall? Might it be the needs of ‘punters’ in Germany? In Italy? All over Europe and elsewhere? The US military base located only five miles away from the town of Caracal? The need of the overpaid and oversexed American ‘heroes’ to have sex in their spare time lest they might die from abstinence? The needs of the ‘heroes’ (read ‘paedophiles’) in the other US military base about 200 miles away near the sea port of Constanta who built a special pavilion INSIDE the base camp where they go and have sex and where they demand to be brought younger and younger girls (children), new ones each time? (In the case of Alexandra Macesanu and Luiza Melencu, even the FBI got involved and ‘recommended’ putting a lid on the whole affair, and over 90 US soldiers were packed and shipped home a few days after the disappearances broke into the news.) Might all that be the WALL?

And that is very interesting too. Even in peace time, the military is harming and raping girls and women. The US military, none the less. That's imperialism right there. The most powerful country in the world establishing military bases in impoverished countries and harming the girls and women living there. Covered up by the State. Just confirms what we all know: the military is a rotten institution and all soldiers are a threat to women, and the US military is the most powerful one.

#romania #sex trafficking #rape #germany #netherlands #us #anti prostitution #anti imperialism #anti military #ref #asks #anon

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