#ax 400

[davetada]

Brooklyn as Monkey D. Luffy

Downtown, LA, CA

#monkey d. luffy #one piece #cosplay #straw hat #nikon action touch #kodak ultramax 400 #film #analog #filmisnotdead #ishootfilm #los angeles #la #35mm #portrait #point and shoot #anime expo #ax #smoking #brooklyn

[faytelumos]

Hey!! I don’t know if you take requests, but if you do, Could you continue A Month of Kisses 29? (The vampire Who wants to team up with the hunter) I loved reading it!

Hope you have an amazing day!!

:D! Ah! I'm so glad you liked it!

Sorry this took awhile. I also re-read the original piece a couple times to try and get the mood and style back, since it was a little to the left of my usual work.

I hope you enjoy this and it tastes just as good as the first!

A Month of Kisses, #29, pt2

cw: some non-consensual touching

previous

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It was harder to spot the monster than he'd expected, but not by much. His past tormentor, deadly and conniving as it was at night, almost blended in under the Italian sunlight outside the cafe. The locals and tourists bore their skin to the strong rays. But the monster wore a wide-brim hat to cover its face, a white, lace shawl to cover its shoulders and arms, and a pastel blue sun dress to cover its body and legs. It wasn't much, but the monster managed to shade itself entirely without being too conspicuous.

He took a deep breath and let it out as a ragged sigh. He was risking everything giving this beast in human's guise a chance. But it hadn't killed him in his sleep, neither here nor during his captivity. And he hadn't noticed it hunting since they had arrived here, either.

The thing tilted its head up slightly, allowing him to see the quiet, bright red smirk on its beautiful face. This far away and under a hat's brim, he could almost pretend it was human. Feeling the line of his dagger's sheath beneath his belt, he walked to the creature.

He sat calmly, facing it with dread in his throat. He was risking everything right now. If another hunter in the community recognized him, recognized it, he would be as good as excommunicated. Resources and contacts he badly needed to do this work would shun him at best. At worst, he'd be added to the list of bounties.

"Relax, darling," it said. But in the sunlight, it didn't have the same power. Its voice sounded slightly dry, and he knew in his heart that it only stood a mortal's chance against him in a fight.

"What did you find?" he demanded under his breath. Those red lips smirked more, and it tilted up its head to look him in the eye.

"Your quarry is in fact vampere," it said, folding its hands delicately on the table, beneath the shade of its hat. "Yet a youngling. I estimate he is no older than eighty." The hunter nodded curtly. He was still waiting on the local contact to confirm the details. But if they matched this thing's, then he could maybe trust it an extra inch.

"Where does it sleep?"

"In a small home, close to downtown." Something about its smile changed. It turned its head slightly, giving him a better look at the side of its face, and its eyes fell to where his fists rested on the table. "It may be risky to approach during the day," it whispered. He watched it reach out, its pale hand crossing into the sunlight, and it delicately traced a line over his hand, down to his knuckle, circling the pad of its soft finger over the rough skin where his punches landed. He itched badly to yank his hand away.

"It won't be a problem," he growled. "I'll go when the neighbors are gone."

"And what if he takes a life tonight?" it asked. He gritted his teeth, and it settled its hand over his, leaning forward over the table. "Let me hunt him for you," it breathed. And there was that… look in its eye. Too powerful to be crazed. Too focused to be frantic.

"I find it hard to believe you'd kill a youngling for me," he uttered between gritted teeth. It leaned further forward, placing its other hand on his, holding his fists with a deceptive delicacy as it spoke.

"I'd kill a babe for you," it whispered. He almost flinched at the way its eyes shone, at the feeling that its voice had come from behind and around him. "I see your heart, hunter," it went on. "I wish only to give you what you desire."

He stayed still, watching it, gritting his teeth. Trying to pass off the pounding of his heart as anger. The shaking of his hands as disgust. He pulled his hands away and it let go, retreating calmly into its own shadow as he stowed his hands in his lap.

"I will hunt it my own way," he ground out. Its expression became muted, but it maintained a hint of a smile.

"If that is truly what you wish," it whispered.

---

The creature hadn't been lying. His contact confirmed the target was vampere, and then he had waited until the late morning to sneak in and slay it. His once-captor had followed him inside, though it stayed out of the way as he made the kill.

It made him uneasy once he'd downed the monster, to turn around and see the other, older, more dangerous creature in the room eyeing him with an unmistakable hunger. He stood straight, holding the bloodied mallet in his hand, watching it watch him. It smiled at him, slick and knowing, even with the daylight outside stripping it of its power.

"You're very good," it purred. He gripped the mallet tighter, stifling the shaking in his hand. It was quiet enough that he heard the drop of blood fall to the floor.

He was still breathing hard from the scuffle, from the brief chase when the creature had slipped his grip, from pounding the stake into its heart. The room smelled like death and blood, and his muscles were trembling from the adrenalin crash and the following rise as he looked at his once-tormentor. As it studied him. As it praised him.

"Good enough," he threatened. Its smile shifted, its look darkening.

"Not quite."

His knuckles were white on the mallet. He knew his other fist was shaking, too, glad to have it hiding behind his side, out of view. Having this thing in the room with him made his heart race, made him feel over-sensitive. He could hear every drip of blood, every breath he took.

He had to look away from it. He had to clean up his kill.

---

He sat at his computer, reading a new lead post for the fifth time. He couldn't focus. He couldn't keep his mind on the listings of potential vampires with the one in his room.

He looked over to the narrow shipping crate. It was only an hour until dusk. The thing in there could get up at any time, but so far, it was staying down until dark unless he had a target. And he still hadn't seen it feed.

He looked back to the forum again, trying to make a judgement about this lead, if it was within his reach and capabilities. But he couldn't focus. He couldn't concentrate.

He looked again to the monster in his room. To the creature he was lugging everywhere he went like luggage. He turned in his seat to face it. Never in his life, not in his worst nightmare, did he ever see himself keeping a pet vampire. But it followed him everywhere. And he took it everywhere. And it always asked to kill for him. And it always praised his work. And it always looked at him like he was perfect.

Maybe he was the pet. The thought was disturbing.

He turned back to the computer screen. The familiar usernames and codes had been his only companions for a long time. Not friends; he didn't have any of those. This hobby was lonely. And it was by the grace of the forum's mysterious benefactor that he could even live off of the demanding task of finding and eradicating these monsters one by one.

And there was always more. There was always more.

He looked over his shoulder at the box. How old was that one? The listing for its death had only provided the evidence it was vampere. He'd even had to confirm the suspicion himself.

He took a deep breath, leaning forward and running his hands into his hair, staring at the screen. If anyone in this little community knew he was toting around an old blood, he would lose everything. But he wasn't good enough to kill it. And he couldn't ask for help.

He couldn't.

The box creaked softly, and he looked sharply over to see the lid was wide open, the thing leaning on the edge and looking at him with that soft, knowing little smirk it had. He hadn't realized it had gotten up. He tried not to breathe too loudly.

"You seem distressed," it whispered. He scowled, turning to properly face it.

"Shouldn't you still be asleep?" It just kept smiling at him. He scowled harder, looked around for his coat, and got up to leave.

It pushed him back down in the chair, hands on his shoulders, so close he could smell it.

He gripped the arms of the chair, trying so desperately to control his breathing. It was suddenly so close to him, its black hair brushing his chest as it held him down, those gentle hands ready to turn into stone at any moment. He stared into its face, reining in the dread and the uncertainty, giving the beast only anger.

It studied him. It ran its hands slowly down his shoulders and over his arms. It stepped closer, standing between his legs, running its cold fingers back up and carefully adjusting his collar.

"I can hear your heart, hunter," it breathed. He tensed his jaw, cursing the way his heart was slamming into his ribs. Each beat was a tremor he had to suppress by gripping the chair harder. The creature swayed, its eyes wandering down his chest. Then it rested its hands again on his shoulders, and it slowly leaned down, and it pressed its cold ear to his heart.

His breathing caught as if he'd been splashed with ice water. He didn't dare to move, not with this thing so close. Its hair was soft where it brushed his chin, and its touch was delicate. But this creature could rip him apart before he even noticed it move. It could kill him instantly in a million ways, and painfully in a million more.

He flinched when it began to move again. When it sank down slowly to its knees, its fingers trailing down his chest and over his sides, and rested its head tenderly on his leg. He looked down at it, folded up and demure at his feet, and it looked up at him slowly, its dark eyes devastatingly needy.

"Tell me what I need to do," it breathed, "for you to trust me."

#Fayte writes #can I ax you something? #writeblr #writing #vampire x vampire hunter #barely edited #also this is only around 400 words shorter than what I usually post #but boy howdy does it feel SHORT

[the-heaminator]

Because you’re my Russian literature mutual

I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG.

Raskolnikov and Ramuzkhin are really the sun x moon grumpy x sweet and friends to enemies trope. It does have the Victorian dark academia vibe but not glamorous at all

But I must say as far as I've read crime and punishment is the hardest doestoyevsky book to get through, a lot of internal monologue, a l o t

#I do reccomend it however #Man kills 2 people with axe. Has a mental breakdown for 400 pages. Gets sent to a world camp and leaves nihilism behind. More at 9 #Froggi! #The heam speaks

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

I saw this on quora and thought it was cool and wanted to share it on here.  Its a long read but crazy.  Its from Erik Painter

They did try. And they did capture Navajo men. However, they were unsuccessful in using them to decipher the code. The reason was simple. The Navajo Code was a code that used Navajo. It was not spoken Navajo. To a Navajo speaker, who had not learned the code, a Navajo Code talker sending a message sounds like a string of unconnected Navajo words with no grammar. It was incomprehensible. So, when the Japanese captured a Navajo man named Joe Kieyoomia in the Philippines, he could not really help them even though they tortured him. It was nonsense to him.

The Navajo Code had to be learned and memorized. It was designed to transmit a word by word or letter by letter exact English message. They did not just chat in Navajo. That could have been understood by a Navajo speaker, but more importantly translation is never, ever exact. It would not transmit precise messages. There were about 400 words in the Code.

The first 31 Navajo Marines created the Code with the help of one non-Navajo speaker officer who knew cryptography. The first part of the Code was made to transmit English letters. For each English letter there were three (or sometimes just two) English words that started with that letter and then they were translated into Navajo words. In this way English words could be spelled out with a substitution code. The alternate words were randomly switched around. So, for English B there were the Navajo words for Badger, Bear and Barrel. In Navajo that is: nahashchʼidí, shash, and tóshjeeh. Or the letter A was Red Ant, Axe, or Apple. In Navajo that is: wóláchííʼ, tsénił , or bilasáana. The English letter D was: bįįh=deer, and łééchąąʼí =dog, and chʼįįdii= bad spiritual substance (devil).

For the letter substitution part of the Code the word “bad” could be spelled out a number of ways. To a regular Navajo speaker it would sound like: “Bear, Apple, Dog”. Or other times it could be “ Barrel, Red Ant, Bad Spirit (devil)”. Other times it could be “Badger, Axe, Deer”. As you can see, for just this short English word, “bad” there are many possibilities and to the combination of words used. To a Navajo speaker, all versions are nonsense. It gets worse for a Navajo speaker because normal Navajo conjugates in complex ways (ways an English or Japanese speaker would never dream of). These lists of words have no indicators of how they are connected. It is utterly non-grammatical.

Then to speed it up, and make it even harder to break, they substituted Navajo words for common military words that were often used in short military messages. None were just translations. A few you could figure out. For example, a Lieutenant was “one silver bar” in Navajo. A Major was “Gold Oak Leaf” n Navajo. Other things were less obvious like a Battleship was the word for Whale in Navajo. A Mine Sweeper was the Navajo word for Beaver.

A note here as it seems hard for some people to get this. Navajo is a modern and living language. There are, and were, perfectly useful Navajo words for submarines and battleships and tanks. They did not “make up words because they had no words for modern things”. This is an incorrect story that gets around in the media. There had been Navajo in the military before WWII. The Navajo language is different and perhaps more flexible than English. It is easy to generate new words. They borrow very few words and have words for any modern thing you can imagine. The words for telephone, or train, or nuclear power are all made from Navajo stem roots.

Because the Navajo Marines had memorized the Code there was no code book to capture. There was no machine to capture either. They could transmit it over open radio waves. They could decode it in a few minutes as opposed to the 30 minutes to two hours that other code systems at the time took. And, no Navajo speaker who had not learned the Code could make any sense out of it.

The Japanese had no published texts on Navajo. There was no internationally available description of the language. The Germans had not studied it at the time. The Japanese did suspect it was Navajo. Linguists thought it was in the Athabaskan language family. That would be pretty clear to a linguist. And Navajo had the biggest group of speakers of any Athabaskan language. That is why they tortured Joe Kieyoomia. But, he could not make sense of it. It was just a list of words with no grammar and no meaning.

For Japanese, even writing the language down from the radio broadcasts would be very hard. It has lots of sounds that are not in Japanese or in English. It is hard to tell where some words end or start because the glottal stop is a common consonant. Frequency analysis would have been hard because they did not use a single word for each letter. And some words stood for words instead of for a letter. The task of breaking it was very hard.

Here is an example of a coded message:

béésh łigai naaki joogii gini dibé tsénił áchį́į́h bee ąą ńdítį́hí joogi béésh łóó’ dóó łóóʼtsoh

When translated directly from Navajo into English it is:

“SILVER TWO BLUE JAY CHICKEN HAWK SHEEP AXE NOSE KEY BLUE JAY IRON FISH AND WHALE. “

You can see why a Navajo who did not know the Code would not be able to do much with that. The message above means: “CAPTAIN, THE DIVE BOMBER SANK THE SUBMARINE AND BATTLESHIP.”

“Two silver bars” =captain. Blue jay= the. Chicken hawk= dive bomber. Iron fish = sub. Whale= battleship. “Sheep, Axe Nose Key”=sank. The only normal use of a Navajo word is the word for “and” which is “dóó ”. For the same message the word “sank” would be spelled out another way on a different day. For example, it could be: “snake, apple, needle, kettle”.

Here, below on the video, is a verbal example of how the code sounded. The code sent below sounded to a Navajo speaker who did not know the Code like this: “sheep eyes nose deer destroy tea mouse turkey onion sick horse 362 bear”. To a trained Code Talker, he would write down: “Send demolition team to hill 362 B”. The Navajo Marine Coder Talker then would give it to someone to take the message to the proper person. It only takes a minute or so to code and decode.

#WW2 #Navajo code talkers #war in the pacific #Native Americans #Joe Kieyoomia #history

[payasita]

Lv ten godly axe, golden fleece at 400% damage, toe of the ice gore charged to instantly freeze him for maximum whaling potential

get ready to be fuckig melted you ceviche piece of shit

#cult of the lamb #cotl #bro's just lucky i don't have the gun yet

[blueiskewl]

Ancient Scythian Gold Jewelry Stolen From Ukraine Recovered in Spain

An Orthodox Church priest is among the five people accused of trying to sell the pieces, taken after being put on display at a Kyiv museum between 2009 and 2013.

The Spanish authorities have seized Scythian jewelry worth €60m (£52m) they say was stolen from Ukraine.

Police said the 11 ancient gold pieces were smuggled out of Ukraine in 2016 to be resold in Spain.

The bracelets, necklaces and earrings, from the 8th to 4th Centuries BC, had forged documents saying they belonged to the Ukrainian Orthodox Church.

Five arrests were made previously as part of an investigation into the 2021 sale of a gold belt with rams' heads.

The Scythians were a nomadic people who dominated parts of eastern Europe and Asia, including what is now southern Ukraine, from around 800 BC until 400 AD. They were known for their rich cultural heritage and metalworking skills, particularly in the manufacture of elaborate gold jewelry.

Separately, the Ukrainian authorities said last week that they had recovered 14 archaeological items allegedly stolen from areas occupied by Russia. A Russian man was arrested after attempting to smuggle them into the US.

The items include a Neolithic axe dating from approximately 5,000-3,000 BC.

"It's safe to say that Ukraine has received a new shipment of weaponry. The only catch is that this weaponry is incredibly ancient," Ukraine's acting Minister of Culture Rostyslav Karandieiev wryly noted at a news conference.

Artifacts created by the Scythian civilisation are among Ukraine's best-known historical heritage.

Ukrainian archaeologists say Scythian gold held in Ukrainian museums in areas under Russian occupation has been looted since the full-scale invasion last year.

Losses from alleged Russian plundering of Ukraine's historical and artistic heritage are estimated to run into the hundreds of millions of euros.

#ukraine #spain #Ancient Scythian Gold Jewelry Stolen From Ukraine Recovered in Spain #gold #gold jewelry #ancient gold jewelry #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #stolen #looted #looted art #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #scythian history #scythian empire #scythian art

[sleepanonymous]

This is a reminder to everyone in North America who is unable to get tickets for the pre-sale and general sale of Sleep Token’s Teeth of God tour. DO NOT buy resale tickets through third-party vendors like StubHub, Seat Geek, Vivid Seats, etc. Tickets for the Teeth of God tour are mobile-only and non-transferable. This means the seller will not be able to transfer the tickets you purchased from them. The only reliable way to purchase tickets to this tour is through Ticketmaster or your local venue’s ticketing system. Please protect yourself and do not get scammed. If you do not have tickets and need tickets, check out the list I’ve created below the cut. Once pre-sales/general sales are over, I’ll update this post with more links. For more context, check my post here.

Saturday, April 27 – Las Vegas, Nevada Sick New World Music Festival Purchase Tickets through Sick New World’s Website. Third-party sites and sellers can transfer mobile tickets.

Tuesday, April 30 – Phoenix, Arizona Arizona Financial Theatre 400 W Washington St, Phoenix, AZ 85003 [phone] Purchase tickets resale through Ticketmaster.

Wednesday, May 1 – Albuquerque, New Mexico Revel Entertainment Center 4720 Alexander Blvd NE, Albuquerque, NM 87107 [phone] Purchase tickets resale through Prekindle.

Friday, May 3 – Austin, Texas H-E-B Center 2100 Ave of the Stars, Cedar Park, TX 78613 [phone] Purchase Tickets resale through Ticketmaster.

Saturday, May 4 – Dallas, Texas Toyota Music Factory 316 W Las Colinas Blvd., Irving, TX 75039 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Monday, May 6 – Tampa, Florida Yuengling Center 12499 USF Bull Run Drive, Tampa, FL 33617 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Tuesday, May 7 – Atlanta, Georgia Coca-Cola Roxy 800 Battery Ave SE #500, Atlanta, GA 30339 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Wednesday, May 8 – Asheville, North Carolina ExploreAshville.com Arena 87 Haywood St, Asheville, NC 28801 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Friday, May 10 – St. Louis, Missouri The Factory 17105 N Outer 40 Rd, Chesterfield, MO 63005 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Sunday, May 12 – Morrison, Colorado Red Rocks Amphitheatre 18300 W Alameda Pkwy, Morrison, CO 80465 [phone] Purchase Tickets through AXS. Third-party sites and sellers can transfer mobile tickets.

Tuesday May 14 – Des Moines, Iowa Vibrant Music Hall 2938 Grand Prairie Pkwy, Waukee, IA 50263 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Wednesday, May 15 & Thursday, May 16 – Chicago, Illinois Salt Shed 1357 N Elston Ave, Chicago, IL 60642 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster. Third-party sites and sellers can transfer mobile tickets.

Saturday, May 18 – Columbus, Ohio Sonic Temple Art & Music Festival Purchase Tickets through Sonic Temple’s Website. Third-party sites and sellers can transfer mobile tickets.

Sunday, May 19 – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Petersen Events Center 3719 Terrace St, Pittsburgh, PA 15261 [phone] Purchase Tickets through AXS.

Monday, May 20 – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania The Met 858 N Broad St, Philadelphia, PA 19130 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Wednesday, May 22 – New York, New York Radio City Music Hall 1260 6th Ave, New York, NY 10020 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster. Third-party sites and sellers can transfer mobile tickets.

Friday, May 24 – Boston, Massachusetts MGM Music Hall 2 Lansdowne St, Boston, MA 02215 [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Saturday, May 25 – Laval, Quebec Place Bell 1950 Rue Claude-Gagné, Laval, QC H7N 0E4, Canada [phone] Purchase Tickets through Ticketmaster.

Monday, May 27 & Tuesday May 28– Toronto, Ontario Massey Hall 178 Victoria St, Toronto, ON M5B 1T7, Canada [phone] Purchase Tickets through Massey Hall.

#sleep token #teeth of god tour #sleepanon rant #i don't mean this post to cause panic or distress #i'm just trying to help other sleep token fans out #this presale has been a massive mess #and i too am massively disappointed #i considered making a rant post too #but figured this is a lot more helpful and a lot less toxic #good luck to everyone who has yet to get tickets #i'm rooting for you and i really hope you get to see the eepy boys in may #please don't give up trying to get tickets #resale has come back multiple times for rcmh #and has been back for a while for red rocks #i'm sure these rituals will be the same

[imustbenuts]

Iron swords are $10

in jrpgs, items are typically priced similarly to their real life yen counterparts. this is a very short way to do it, but 100G = 100 yen. 100 yen is pretty much $1usd prior to covid times, which was kind of the way for years. (the conversion rate rn is extremely out of whack at 1 USD to 150 yen thanks to irl economics but lets ignore that for this post)

for simplicity, this means the items sold in the flea markets now has a frame of real life price points. yogurts are $2, books are $4.50, a bandage is $0.80, and so on and so forth. which isnt that far off from irl products and how much they can cost. 

ofc this means Dragon Scriptures, something which are holy books in lore are in the same ballpark as a single Fire Emblem Engage manga. aside from wondering if Dragon Scriptures are actually comics in lore, I have here a proof of 528 yen, inclusive of 10% tax:

(my a single volume of jujutsu kaisen manga is 440 inclusive exclusive of tax, but this was bought before current inflation events. so its very very close.)

this means we now more or less understand the value of an iron sword. 1000G means this dinky reliable iron sword staple in FE is $10

slim swords are $5, armor slayers are $25, and killing edge is $25. so on and so forth. compact axe are 500 G, so $5 to throw it at an enemy and bully them into submission.

so i guess for the price of about 2 and a half roasted yam, one can trade it for an iron sword.

in other words, an iphone 15 is $799. 80 iron swords, almost 200 roasted yams, or 400 yogurts can be exchanged for an iphone 15. 

an iron sword is $10

#fire emblem engage #fire emblem

[forgotten-bharat]

Let's talk about the idolized Aurangzeb. What he did and why is he considered great?

We will be focusing on the destruction of temples and hindu genocide done by him to debunk claims deny that this.

By the order of Aurangzeb (1645 AD) according to Mirãt-i-Ahmadî, Temple of Chintaman situated close to Sarashpur (Gujarat) and built by Sitaldas jeweller was converted into a mosque named Quwwat-ul-lslam (might of Islam) (1645 AD.) A cow was slaughtered to 'solemnize' the 'ceremony'.

Slaughtering a cow was a heinous choice, cow being one of the holiest animal in Hinduism. As well as, Hinduism prohibits animal slaughter, to do it right where their place of worship used to be where now stands a Mosque was simply to mock and destroy the souls of the indigenous population. The Pandits and Cows were always their main targets.

This was done before he even became the king, he was just a prince at this point.

When he became the king he sent Mir Jumla on an expedition to Cooch Bihar. Mir Jumla demolished ALL temples in that city and erected mosques in their stead. The general himself wielded a battle-axe to break the image of Narayana.

Mirãt-i-Ahmadî continues, In 1666 AD, he ordered the faujdar of Mathura to remove a stone railing which had been presented by Dara Shukoh to the temples of Keshav Rai. He explained: “In the Muslim faith it is a sin even to look at a temple and this Dara had restored a railing in a temple!”

You can still argue that Islamic Colonization simply had a political motif and not a religious one, if that would have been the case, none of the indigenous people would have been harmed, none of them would have been forcefully converted, their heritage would not have been destroyed right in front of their eyes, their schools and texts would have been burned. This is downright evil and was done in the name of Allah by all the Mughal tyrants.

“The richly jewelled idols taken from the infidel temples were transferred to Agra and placed beneath the steps leading to the Nawab Begum Sahib's (Jahanara's) mosque in order that they might be “pressed under foot by the true believers”. Mathura changed its name into Islamabad and was thus called in all official documents.”

In the same year, Sita Ram ji temple at Soron was destroyed as also the shrine of Devi Patan at Gonda. News came from Malwa also that the local governor had sent 400 troopers to destroy all temples around Ujjain.

According to Muraqat-i-Abul Hasan, civil officers, agents of jagirdars, karoris and amlas from Cuttack in Orissa to Medinipur in Bengal were instructed as follows:

“Every idol house built during the last 10 or 12 years' should be demolished without delay. Also, do not allow the crushed Hindus and despicable infidels to repair their old temples. Reports of the destruction of temples should be sent to the court under the seal of the qazis and attested by pious Shaikhs.”

(1672 AD) several thousand Satnamis were slaughtered near Narnaul in Mewat for which act of 'heroism' Radandaz Khan was tided Shuja'at Khan with the mansab of 3000 and 2000 horse.

(1675 AD) Guru Tegh Bahadur was tortured to death for his resistance against the forcible conversion of the Hindus of Kashmir. The destruction of gurudwaras thereafter is a well-known story which our secularists have succeeded in suppressing because the Akali brand Sikhs have been forging ties of friendship with Islam as against their parent faith, Hindu Dharma.

Mirãt-i-Ahmadî goes ahead: “On 6th January 1680 A.D. Prince Mohammad Azam and Khan Jahan Bahadur obtained permission to visit Udaipur. Ruhullah Khan and Yakkattaz Khan also proceeded thither to effect the destruction of the temples of the idolators. These edifices situated in the vicinity of the Rana's palace were among the wonders of the age, and had been erected by the infidels to the ruin of their souls and the loss of their wealth”. Pioneers destroyed the images. On 24th January the king visited the tank of Udayasagar.

His Majesty ordered all three of the Hindu temples to be levelled with the ground. On 29th January Hasan AN Khan made his appearance' and stated that “172 temples in the neighbouring districts had been destroyed.” His Majesty proceeded to Chitor on 22nd February.

Temples to the number of 63 were destroyed. Abu Tarab who had been commissioned to effect the destruction of idol temples of Amber, reported in person on 10th August that 66 temples had been levelled to the ground.’ The temple of Someshwar in western Mewar was also destroyed at a later date in the same year. It may be mentioned that unlike Jodhpur and Udaipur, Amber was the capital of a state loyal to the Mughal emperor.

Khafi Khan records in his Muntakhab-ul-Lubab: ‘On the capture of Golconda, the Emperor appointed Abdur Rahim Khan as censor of the city of Haiderabad with orders to put down infidel practices and innovations, and destroy the temples and build mosques on the sites.’ That was in 1687 AD. In 1690 AD, he ordered destruction of temples at Ellora, Trimbakeshwar, Narasinghpur, and Pandharpur.

Aurangzeb also destroyed, Kashi Vishwanath Temple in Kashi, Uttar Pradesh - which considered as the most scared hindu temple and land.

In 1698 AD, the story was repeated at Bijapur. According to Mirat-i-AhmadT: 'Hamidud-din Khan Bahadur who had been deputed to destroy the temples of Bijapur and build mosques there, returned to court after carrying out the order and was praised by the Emperor.' As late as 1705 AD, two years before he died, 'the emperor, summoning Muhammad Khalil and Khidmat Rai, the darogha of hatchet-men' ordered them to demolish the temple of Pandharpur, and to take the butchers of the camp there and slaughter cows in the temple.' Cow-slaughter at a temple site was a safeguard against Hindus rebuilding it on the same spot.

The saddest part is, all of this information, the bloodiest part of Indian History is never shown to the people, they grow up learning, Mughals were great emperors that built great things. When none of that holds any ounce of truth. It should be said without any censorship, these tyrants destroyed the culture, tradition and religions of India.

With all this information, if you're still defending these tyrants, if you still "want them around", if you still insist "it wasn't that bad", you absolutely do not care about "human rights", every activism you take part in is just performative. And I do not respect you or your opinion on any social issue.

#aurangzeb #mughal empire #hinduphobia #ancient india #colonisation in india #temple destruction #mughal invasion #hindublr #hindu temples #pseudo secularism #hindu genocide

[davetada]

Vire as Nurse Joy at AX

Los Angeles, CA

#nurse #vire #nurse joy #pokemon #chansey #cheeks #anime expo #ax #film #analog #filmisnotdead #ishootfilm #los angeles #la #35mm #point and shoot #nikon action touch #kodak ultramax 400

[ae-neon]

Debated making this rant cause I'm technically shading a mutual but I cannot keep quiet about this

Y'all are too comfortable telling black women what should and shouldn't be considered racism.

Especially in defense of these shallow smutty booktok romantasies that are actually dripping acidic right wing ideology into your brains.

I am not here to debate this. These books and the characters in them are racist. That is a fact.

You can say the Bat boys are "Caucasian", you can say it's prejudice not racism, or they have trauma that justifies their thoughts and actions, you can insist one is worse than the other etc etc I literally don't care

But realise that if you can see past what the author and other characters say to have a better understanding for Nesta and Tamlin and Lucien and whoever else but you wanna insist that majority, if not all, Illyrians are incapable of changing their societal norms given the chance and infrastructure then you are being racist too. You have bought into the racism of the characters and the author.

Even if you see the Illyrians as white, in the context of the story, they are their own race separate from human and high fae and outside of that, whether you want to admit it or not, they are poc-coded

Cassian and Azriel being under Rhysand's authority does not negate the fact that they have more power and influence than any other Illyrians.

Them being traumatized doesn't negate that in 400 years they have used their power and influence to advocate for 0 policies to stop other children from being victims of the same abuse.

Cassian's own mother was tortured to death but he only puts his foot down regarding the training of women when it affects his white girlfriend.

These men belong in hell. All of them.

Them asking the camp lords if the women can train and taking their refusal doesn't mean anything. It's like asking slave masters if they can let their slaves read. Who gives a flying rainbow coloured fuck what they think.

In 400 years, all they did was declare, into the void, that wing clipping is illegal and never lift a finger to enforce it but I bet you if some guy or even an Illyrian woman took an ax to Feyre's wings we'd suddenly see the sky fall

They pick and choose when to care about Illyria, they are more than happy to profit from the labour of the soldiers bodies, they speak in rancid tones about the people even though if you counted every single Illyrian man above 18 as pure evil it would still be less than half of all Illyrian people.

These men are racists.

They are textbook self hating moc.

They literally ascribed Illyrian traits to Nesta when they find her behaviour less than desirable

There is a word I wanna use but I won't

If you wanna make a post about how sad their lives are that's cool, your blog your space, but please do not attempt to tell me that they are not racists in the comments of my posts

#anti sjm #racism in fantasy #racism in fandom

[occasionallyprosie]

"A Song On Repeat"

Chapter 1

Legend loved music, goddesses, half his adventures revolved around music and he loved it. Was he surprised that Time turned to him, the veteran who also knew music, and confided in him his musical back-up plan? A little, but he understood taking precautions. He was more surprised when that precaution paid off, but its a good thing Nayru owed him one.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 11: Time Loop

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Read On AO3 Warnings: Major Character Death (temporary, its a time loop guys, do I need to tag that?), graphic violence

Legend liked music. His earliest memory was of a lullaby, sung by his grandmother in the ancient Sheikah language that was also his mother tongue. He was raised on folk songs, marching cadences, and work tunes.

And as soon as he began his adventures, music just became more important.

On his eighth adventure, if he included the dream and counted Holodrum and Labyrnna separately, he found himself humming more often than not. He didn't have much opportunity to dance but he was always humming or quietly singing. Oftentimes Wind joined him, or Twilight, but they were really the only singing inclined ones of the group. At the campfire, when spirits were low, high, or just mediocre, and he wasn't locked in conversation, Legend found himself pulling out one of his instruments--the few he brought with him, his flute, his harp, his ocarina, his violin--and playing something to help the atmosphere.

It was a late night after a particularly bad battle. They only barely scraped by with injuries that they could stand with afterwards, and only thanks to Time suddenly pulling Wild out of the way of a particularly huge axe.

Legend was quietly humming a song of healing he was taught when he was young.

He was on watch, as one of the few with minimal injuries--as usual--and he had been paired with Time, who seemed particularly unsteady.

"Veteran," Time spoke up and Legend looked over, "you mentioned having encountered time travel before."

Legend could recognize that Time was asking about his past experience. He hummed an affirmative, looking up at the stars.

"It was my third adventure," he explained, "I was in Labyrnna, and Impa and I were looking for the Oracle of Ages, Nayru."

Time was listening closely.

"Nayru had this harp, and it focused her magic into time travel. I ended up 400 years into the past, and had to jump between then and now to save Labyrnna, save Nayru, and try to keep Ganon from rising again. It sort of worked, he was only partially revived, he came back as a mindless beast, and I killed him again. Anyways yeah, number three involved a lot of time travel."

"I see..." Time looked thoughtful, he was holding his ocarina and seemed unsure.

Legend didn't prod, he didn't need to know what was bothering Time and it wasn't his place to provide comfort or assurances. He wasn't close to their resident pessimist.

"I would like to teach you a song," Time finally said, "it's a magic song and only works with this ocarina, but... I think I can trust you the most with it."

Legend took out his own ocarina. "If you want me to. What does it do?"

"It can turn back time."

A few pieces fell into place, how Time had practically ran from one side of the battlefield to the other for no obvious reason yet he saved Wild from a possibly lethal wound, how he had been holding that blue ocarina now that Legend thought about it.

He met Time's eyes. "We're all going home after this, right?"

"So long as I breathe, I will make sure of it."

Maybe that's all Legend needed to know, after all this little lesson was little more than a precaution. In case Time couldn't do it himself.

"Alright," Legend raised his ocarina near his lips, "how's it go, old man?"

Someone screamed.

They were ambushed in the middle of the night, Sky and Warriors had been on watch and had caught the ambush with only enough time to alert the group so they could grab their weapons before the monsters were on top of them.

Legend learned who was most accustomed to late night, sudden battles. He was as he took down the charging lynel. Wild was as he charged a trio of lizalfos. And Hyrule was as he dodged a daira's axe and decapitated it in his next move.

Wind was not, and neither was Twilight surprisingly.

Legend heard the scream and it made his blood go cold. Nobody here screamed, he had heard a couple yelps, gasps, even a cry for help, but never a scream.

"SAILOR!"

"TUNE!"

Time and Warriors converged to Wind's side, the youngest the source of the scream and Legend hadn't quite seen him.

He turned to the nearest monster and moved faster.

"TRAVELER LOOK--"

The Smithy's voice was cut out by a choking sound. Legend whirled around and he saw an arrow digging into the side of Four's throat. He dodged a boko and caught the Smithy as he fell, eyes already dulling as he choked on his own blood. Across the field, Hyrule had managed to dodge whatever attack Four had warned him about. Legend frantically released his fairy before he ran to defend the distracted Hyrule from another daira. If the fairy couldn't help, Legend wouldn't be able to.

The fairy left Four and went to hover by Hyrule, they both knew what that meant.

Another cry pierced the air and Legend cut apart a lizalfos. He turned to see Sky standing over both Four and Wild, the Chosen Hero was radiating power but even he was being overwhelmed.

A clear note pierced the air. Unconsciously, he identified it.

A D F A D--

The song was cut off; Warriors cried out.

Legend met Hyrule's eyes and they turned to have their backs pressed against each other.

"I need you to buy me some time," Legend told him. "Not long, not even a minute, no matter what it takes."

Hyrule nodded, he took a breath and Legend watched him cut his hand.

Monsters heads snapped toward them, Legend could feel Hyrule's magic grow thick in the air, the scent of his blood with it.

"Come and get me!" His successor screamed to the horde that promptly rushed them.

Legend was running. He ran to Time and Warriors and Wind. He ignored Twilight's body with his torso torn by a huge claw, he ignored Sky's trembling form above Four's cold and Wild's cooling one. He dove over Wind's limp body, and ignored Warriors' startled noise as he grabbed Time's ocarina from his cooling hand.

He rolled back to his feet and ran further, bringing it to his lips and letting a few clear notes sound.

A D F A D F

Before he could shift his fingers to the next note, the world twisted.

Legend found himself sitting in camp, ocarina at his lips, during watch. Considering that Wild was across the camp and scanning their surroundings, it was the night before the ambush.

He continued playing the ocarina, the song of healing playing over the campsite. Wild glanced over and smiled, shaking his head fondly.

Legend flipped him off best he could, and Wild laughed.

He had seen their bodies plenty of times before, and that brief and distant moment didn't compare to most of his nightmares.

In a few hours, Wild got up.

Legend took a whole minute to remember who he was meant to wake up, and to his relief, it was Time.

He moved over to the old man and shook him awake easily. A part of him feared he wouldn't wake, but as usual, Time woke up. Legend met his eyes as he gave him his ocarina back.

Time went still, not quite horrified but clearly unsettled.

"Tomorrow night," Legend murmured as he heard Wild waking Four. "Ambush during second watch. Probably being followed."

Time nodded silently, his grip tightening on his ocarina and Legend went to his bedroll to crash.

Despite the anxiety cursing him, Legend fell asleep, his body well trained to do what he needed it to, when he wanted it to.

At dawn, nothing was odd, it was a perfect repeat of the day prior for Legend except Time was a bit different, he was tense and constantly on edge. Legend went through the motions, teasing and laughing as necessary while they walked. He did, however, convince most of them to run ahead in a bit of a childish activity, stealing Warriors' scarf or getting Wind to grab Sky's woodcarving knife. They got farther down the path much quicker than last and even found a cave to make camp in.

Legend put his bedroll by the entrance, Time organized the watch rotation and it didn't even involve him. A shared glance and Legend knew he was staying up the whole night. Time took vigil on the opposite side of the cave, blocking the interior tunnels from the others.

Every watch, someone would try to tell Legend he needed to sleep, not noticing Time was awake too since Time was hiding it and Legend outright was not.

"Vet, you need to sleep. Sailor and I are on watch," Twilight tried.

"I'm fine Rancher, just a bad feeling," he assured.

Twilight scowled but after several more failed attempts, he went to sleep.

Sky and Warriors were second watch, Legend found himself with Sky at his side by the entrance to the cave. Neither spoke, but he could feel the worry from the other hero. Legend just listened cautiously, ears pricked for the slightest sound out of place. He  didn't dare make a noise of his own to overlap with it all.

Nothing came.

Four and Wild had third watch and Legend saw the sun come up. He overheard Twilight question Wild about Legend staying up and hearing them also confer with Sky.

The following night, Legend couldn't do anything to get them to a decent campsite, and that was just how it was sometimes.

Except during second watch, which Time had let Legend take despite both resident big brothers (Twilight and Warriors) and the mother hen (Sky) speaking to Time separately about Legend not sleeping the night prior, but Time had looked at Legend and his quiet nod, and he told the others that their veteran could handle himself.

When watch came, Legend was on it with Time. He had all his senses on overdrive, too aware that their current campsite was a very ambush-able location and just like last time they had been traveling for days on end, and therefore were high-strung.

Unsurprisingly, the ambush came.

Legend met the first wave with a viciousness he himself hadn't expected. Time had woken the others and by all means, they held their own for far longer than last time. Legend saw every single monster enter the battlefield and he realized it was an exact repeat of (for him) two nights prior.

Warriors fell first. Legend couldn't see what had happened.

"Captain!" Time exclaimed, Biggoron Sword decapitating the monster that had harmed the knight before dropping to his knees and calling out for the traveler.

Legend fought his way to Wild and Twilight, barely arriving in time to use his mirror shield on the huge ball of fire that rocketed at them from a lynel. Wild quickly charged the lynel, and Legend was turning when he heard another scream.

It wasn't Wind this time. Hyrule's feet wasn't touching the ground as a stalfos had gutted him and lifted him off the ground. Legend felt himself freeze.

Hyrule was supposed to be with Time and Warriors. He wasn't supposed to be alone but--last time, Legend had been fighting with him and he'd left--

The stalfos was a mess of bones on the ground and Legend was catching his body.

"No, no--Rulie, stay with me," blood soaked his shoulder as Hyrule coughed.

"I'm sorry," he rasped. "I'm sorry--fire, please. B-Burn--Please, Vet, burn me."

"It won't come to that," Legend released his fairy, "just hold on."

"No--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please--I don’t want to die--"

Someone yelled to look out. Legend supported Hyrule with one arm and blocked the swing of a bokoblin's sword with his own. Hyrule's weak begging, his pleas, slowly silenced. More monsters flooded and the fairy whispered an apology to Legend just as he realized he couldn't feel Hyrule's breath on his shoulder.

Goddesses no.

A D--

During that second note, another cry broke out. Legend knew what he had to do.

A prayed apology to Hyrule for the mistreatment, a swing of his fire rod that was empowered by his own magic, and monsters near him screeched. He heard Sky call his name.

Hyrule's body was burning. Legend reminded himself to focus, to never lose himself to his emotions during a battle. That got Din captured in his fourth adventure.

Time had warned him about timelines left behind, Wind's was the timeline left behind and Legend was almost certain his own timeline was the combined timeline of all the instances where Time outright failed, after all there were far too many instances of how the Fallen Hero had died.

"Veteran!" Sky carved his way to his side, and Legend let him. "Everyone is--"

"I can go back and fix it," Legend told him, flames burning a protective shield around them both. "I just need to get to the old man."

"Go back--Why am I not surprised?" Sky huffed. He cut down a moblin that forced its way past the fire wall.

Unlike last time, Legend gave a warning to the so-far survivor. "This timeline might remain, I may be leaving you alone to fight this, I don’t know how this works, and the old man isn't here to explain."

Sky just nodded, eyes burning colder than Legend had ever seen them. "Go. If there's at least one timeline where things end well, I'll be happy. I trust you."

Legend nodded.

"I'll get you to the old man. Just make sure we all live," Sky told him and suddenly Legend felt his hair stand on end, the scent of ozone filling the air. "Drop the fire."

He did as told and flinched violently, barely not crying out as lightning struck Sky's raised sword and the crackling energy was shot in a slice at the monsters.

Shoving the shaken fear from his mind, Legend ran forward and with Sky a step behind him, they carved their way to Time's body. He heard Sky gasp in pain and didn't dare look back.

He dove over Time, dropping beside him and found his throat closing up as he looked at the gruesome scene, an arrow driven through his throat, blood covering the ground and the ocarina held in equally bloodied hands, one eye dull while the other was outright blank. He could see a tear stain falling from his blind eye, the colorful markings were much duller than Legend remembered and almost faded.

He took the instrument and ran. He heard Sky let out a yell as lightning flashed and thunder boomed louder than Legend preferred to hear.

With puffing exhales, Legend played the slick instrument.

A D F A D F

"Vet? Are you crying?"

Legend had switched songs once he felt the world settle and his body suddenly change positions from him running to him sitting. He kept his eyes closed. A song of mourning his grandmother sang when his uncle passed the second time had come to mind. He opened his eyes, unsurprised that the blood was gone from his hands and the ocarina. It was still wet and slick, but that was from his tears.

Wild looked concerned, and clearly felt awkward.

"I'm fine," he assured the Champion, voice steady. "Just... memories."

"Oh... uh, isn't that Time's ocarina?" He asked, almost visibly searching for something else to talk about.

Legend hummed. "He loaned it to me, don’t worry, I'll give it back once I don't need it."

"You have your own though?"

"It's pink."

Wild shrugged. "You know what? Sometimes a new color is nice, that's fair. Promise you’re okay?"

Legend laughed softly. "I'm fine, don’t worry about it Champion."

He was still worrying about it, but he left Legend alone to his music.

He switched his song to the song of healing his aunt taught him, closing his eyes again.

The image of Hyrule dead, the scent of burning flesh still on his tongue, the way Sky had stood and fought, the viciousness Legend had never seen from him before, the tears that stained Time's pale face. All of that ran through his mind as he let go of reality for just a moment.

Next thing he knew, a hand was on his shoulder and then he was standing with his blade at Time's throat.

He dropped his sword before anyone could say a thing, not even Fi.

"You alright, vet?" Time asked, seemingly unfazed. His eyes flicked to the ocarina that Legend had in his other hand.

"Yeah, fine," he said tersely. He held the ocarina out. "Thanks for letting me borrow it."

Time just nodded silently, clearly wanting to have words with him but both Wild and Four were there. Legend used that to his advantage as he went and laid down in his bedroll, forcing himself to fall asleep.

Again at dawn, Legend was repeating his day. Again, he pushed them to go further than that first time, again they stayed the night in a cave, and again he couldn't find a safe place the second night. The whole time, he searched for a sign they were being followed and found nothing.

This time he warned the others, saying he was sure they were being followed and to rest but be wary.

He didn't sleep again, either night, Warriors called him paranoid, Time said to trust him and listen.

The attack came and it was worse.

More monsters in the first wave, stronger monsters in the second.

Hyrule took an arrow to the head beside Legend and he didn't even get to beg to be burned this time, a fairy didn't have to shake its head to tell him the boy was dead. His successor was gone, bleeding out on the ground, and Legend had been right there.

"TRAVELER'S DOWN!" Someone cried. Legend hadn't said it. He saw the archer, just as another arrow flew and barely missed Wind, who had seen its arrow incoming.

The world bent and Legend cut through the archer. A second later he heard someone scream for the Rancher.

He ran and found himself tearing apart a lizalfos, Wild not ten feet from him in a blinded fury. An electrical current exploded off him as he tore through monsters. Twilight was behind him, a spear in his chest. The fact that it pierced his chain mail...

Legend already knew the monsters had to of been sent, the Shadow had to of organized this. The ambush being during second watch? When those on watch would be a bit bleary eyed and those who weren't were asleep.  But these monsters were also armed, armed with more than the usual haphazard, makeshift weapons.

He had to save at least one person. Please, Farore, Nayru, Din--just one.

Legend let down every single restraint he had as he worked through the eternal horde, an arrow digging into his back, his front, a deep gash in his side, but he kept moving because no matter the injury he avoided it being an instantly fatal one.

Sky was the next body he found, Fi lodged in his chest with half his torso cut open.

Then it was Four, his shadow seemingly cradling his body as he coughed up blood. Legend dove to release his fairy, but she just shook her head and stayed in the jar, eyes filled with sadness.

He took another slash to the arm. Any cries of pain, screams to alert someone, was tuned from his mind. He didn't get to Warriors fast enough, only sliding to his side after his eyes turned glassy and distant. He didn't reach Wild soon enough, the champion taking a sword to the throat and then he kept fighting until an axe lodged into his chest. Legend didn't know how that had happened.

He protected Wind from an arrow with his body, it lodged into his lower back, the third arrow he took and fifth bad injury.

Next thing he knew, the ground was soaked with blood and he was panting as he stared at the massacre.

The clearing was filled with bodies, monster and hero alike, but beside him was Wind.

"Ya know, Apple," Wind panted, blood covering his body, "I... I think we lost."

A hysterical laugh fell from the younger hero's lips and Legend wanted to collapse, his legs threatened to give out and his vision was fading.

He staggered over to Time's body, shoving a monster off it and rummaging in his bag.

"A--Vet?" Wind called, limping toward him.

"I... I'm not..." his fairy could save him, but he pushed the bottle to Wind's chest. "I'm going to go back, this is... This was the... third time," he told him. "I'll try again, until I fix it."

Wind stared, but then his eyes widened. "Vet you’re got to--"

A D F

"--heal first! You'll--"

A D F

He felt the world settle and promptly put the ocarina away. He sighed softly, sliding down and sitting back.

He needed to actually make a plan this time, a proper plan and not just "find a safe camp" and "fight better".

He also needed to sleep, he hadn't slept in days and he felt it, but his body had the energy.

First of all, they had to be being followed or watched somehow. Otherwise they wouldn't have not been ambushed in the caves. He couldn't talk to anyone about it in case it found out and made it worse, or worse, killed him before he could go back again. He had the most information right now, he had to make it count.

Nayru, you still owe me one. Mind giving me a bit of wisdom for this problem?

He sighed softly. He needed to first of all figure out who and what is following them, second he needed to talk to Time to get details on time travel with the ocarina. Thirdly, he would have to tell Time that, under no uncertain circumstances, were they to stop and make camp anywhere but a cave tomorrow night.

He did the third during watch change, giving Time his ocarina as he did so. Time had just nodded.

He actually slept the next four hours away before getting up at the crack of dawn. He met Time's eyes before he packed up his stuff--ignoring Four and Warriors, the only other two awake--and left the camp.

It wasn't hard to make his presence--magical, physical, metaphysical--fade from all senses. He had been trained to hide in the shadows since he could walk, and how to walk through the shadows since then as well.

So he searched and he searched. Then he heard a battle.

No.

Time already had a sword dug through his chest when Legend arrived, and the ensuing slaughter was exactly like the past few times.

"You don’t need to know the details of my time traveling adventures, veteran," Time had said when Legend got him to walk with him alone during watch change.

Legend gave him his ocarina back. "I really do."

Time's expression grew horrified and then closed off. "How many?"

"Eh, only once," he lied. "But I want more details in case it continues."

"What happens?"

"A fight gone wrong, you got stabbed through the chest. I couldn't even use my fairy."

Time nodded slowly. "I see... I suppose you have a right to hear it, to some extent."

Legend learned about Majora, a pair of masks that sounded scarily familiar, and an eternal repeat of three days until Time finally defeated Majora.

"Thank you," he said after a long pause, "for telling me. I'm sorry to bring up memories."

Time shook his head. "Don’t worry about it, veteran. I knew I may have to do this when I taught you that song. Now you know the two possibilities with it, an eternal loop until you reach a conclusion you consider success, or a much more specific leap through time that leaves the timeline you left behind."

Legend nodded. He wondered how many more times he had to travel back before it became a time loop.

Monsters leapt out at them in that moment, and Legend couldn't think "it's too soon," before Time shoved him to the ground, his body heavy on Legend's and pinning him.

He heard Time gasp in pain, his body grow limp slowly, and felt blood soak through his shirt and something sharp piercing the skin over his collarbone but not sinking.

He didn't move, didn't breathe.

Time's arm moved sluggishly, he coughed blood above Legend's head.

"I'm sorry," he rasped as the sound of their camp being attacked hit Legend's ears. The scream for Sky and the certainty he was dead.

Time was dead weight on Legend, but despite it all he pushed the other man off him and begged a fairy to save him.

She tried, but when his wounds were healed, his eyes did not regain awareness.

Someone screamed for Wind.

A D F

He was never going to tell anyone that he was repeating again.

A D F

One time Wild survived to the end but revealed to Legend that the arrow he had seen him take to the chest had killed him, just that the ghost of his dead girlfriend saved him.

Another time, Four split into four people and his shadow solidified into a fifth, only the blue one survived that time and had told Legend he better make it right.

Another time, the red one survived and asked if Legend could save his brothers next time.

Wind survived again and this time wasn't frozen by shock, instead sobbing over Warriors and begging him to get back up. Legend had seen the captain take a hit meant for the sailor that time.

After the tenth, Legend stopped returning the ocarina.

He started a journal on the twelfth and filled it with the last words he heard. Like the rest of his items--somehow, the time travel applied to his items but not his wounds--it traveled with him.

Warriors had told him to take care of himself and to show that Shadow the true power of a hero.

Hyrule asked him to burn his body again (and he asked him again, and again, and again, and--) and Legend did it every time.

Wild whispered out a request to take his slate to Flora. Legend handed Wild his slate back when he was on watch with him the first night, saying he left it by Legend's bedroll on accident.

Time reached for his ocarina as he bled out, but as he saw Legend take it out himself he cried and apologized. Told him he was sorry he had cursed him with this terrible fate.

Twilight had asked Legend to watch out for Wild while he was gone, he had died first that time and Legend somehow kept Wild alive that loop.

He also asked Legend to kill the thing responsible for all this.

Four told him they still had to make that unbreakable sword for Wild, so he better finish that project for them both.

The journal slowly filled with a thousand requests. People to tell they loved them, people to tell they thought of them in their last moments, people to give their items to, people to protect while he was in their eras, people to give their final goodbyes too. There was a thousand indirect ways of telling Legend to survive where they did not, a thousand direct ways they told him to survive. There were a thousand orders to take care of himself, to kill the Shadow, to save the whole of Hyrule again.

Every damned time he survived. He found himself asking Fi before he left how many he killed, she never remembered the loops when he got back and she was telling him higher numbers each time.

He found himself getting better at disappearing from notice, at searching the dark corners around and near them for unwanted listeners. He found himself always playing a song on his own ocarina or Time's. Only ever the time travel song on Time's, but mourning and grief and a few songs of courage on his own.

The feeling of blood in his clothes, on his skin, under his nails, became more familiar than it had on any other quest before.

The caress of time became far more familiar than ever. It remembered him.

The darkness of the shadows was slowly re-becoming home as he searched them for their stalker.

The secrets of his comrades filled a second journal, one sectioned off very clearly that he would--when it was all over--share with the group so they were aware of what he knew.

The colors and their past, the reason why they were so short, Shadow, their father and grandfather.

The blood curse, his heritage, how much he already knew about Legend's past, the Triforce remaining on him, the fact that he didn't know he could use it and it would fade back to the Sacred Realm.

Demise's curse, the lightning abilities, the chandelier (he had said that in an attempt to raise Legend's spirits, it had worked to an extent), Sun's identity.

Malon was pregnant, he had traveled through time more times than he could count due to having to prevent a specific outcome (Legend could relate at this point), the whole story of Majora and his masks, never finding Navi and wishing he had, he was the little boy in the War of Eras and Warriors hadn't recognized him yet though Wind had, he still didn't quite feel like an adult because of Fi putting him to sleep for seven years.

Being able to transform into a wolf, the Twilight Realm, Midna and being unsure if he'd loved her but knowing he loved Ilia now, knowing Time would die on this quest because he met Time's ghost during his quest and Time had died without being able to pass down his knowledge, and that Time had died in the armor he wore now.

Cia's motivations, knowing companions of basically all of their brothers, having a wife to return home to, adopting two little boys during the war and fearing one was dead because he wasn't on this adventure.

The champions spirits following him, their gifts remaining in him for him to use, dying and sleeping for 100 years.

Being able to see ghosts, knowing his Grandma was getting closer to death every day and every time he saw her because she was slowly feeling more like a spirit than a person... and having a crush on Tetra.

Legend wrote it down during the first night, he searched in the days, he knew these forests as well as he knew his own bag at this point. He could slaughter half the horde himself but one of his brothers would still die and he was playing that song.

He kept trying.

He stopped sleeping, his body reset each loop anyways and that was precious time lost.

At some point, he altered their pathing enough that on the second night they were able to camp in a defendable grove.

They weren't attacked until the third night, but they were all slaughtered and Legend was still fighting when he found himself back in camp, on watch with Wild.

"...an eternal loop until you reach a conclusion you consider success..."

How long did he have then? Three days from... it was midnight now, then...

He had seventy-two hours. He just had to make certain that their path would reach the cave tomorrow night, and the grove the next night. He could work with this.

He had to find the source. Where was the monsters coming from? Where was the one who sent them? That was his goal, find the cause and save his brothers, and nobody was going to stop him.

He was the goddesses Hero of Legend, he would save his brothers if it was the last thing he did.

"The forest to the south is clear," Legend muttered to himself as he mapped out the forest, another one of his spare journals being used.

He learned that unless he reset on purpose, it would reset after exactly 72 hours. He was slowly getting a pretty good internal countdown for that.

"East is just mountains and ravines, we go west and the area between us and there is completely clear the whole time."

Nobody was acknowledging his muttering at the moment, just chattering happily as they walked and he was speed walking ahead, leading them to keep up. It was his way of ensuring their established safe path.

"North is also clear..."

He'd taken a dozen loops to search the whole surrounding area. It left west.

He'd have to leave them alone for good ahead.

"Hey," he called back as he shoved his journaled map into his pouch. "I'm going to patrol ahead."

"Alright, just be careful," Time told him.

"I'll be back before time's up," Legend assured and jogged ahead.

"Before time's up? What does that even mean?" He heard Wind grumble.

"Damnit!" Legend punched a tree after sneaking away from camp and Wild. He punched again and again until blood covered his knuckles.

Then he dropped to his knees, holding his head in his bloodied hands.

The whole region was devoid of monsters for the entire seventy-two hour period until the ambush took place. Which meant they were being watched magically and he couldn't fix that! He couldn't change that! He couldn't cut this problem off at the source!

"I can't do it," he whispered. "I can't. I can't--"

Master? What is wrong?

Fi, bless her, she didn't remember and she always did just want to help.

He choked on something of a sob. "I can't, Fi. I can't--I'm tired."

This is sudden, Master. I'm afraid I do not know what has caused this train of thought. What has caused this?

"It doesn't--I don’t--I can't--I can't tell you," he forced out. "I'm sorry. "I just need to--Give me a bit, I'll be fine."

He has to be. He can't give up. Damnit Link, you’re a hero, you can't just give up because it's hard! You've killed Ganon four times, you can fix this.

Wind begged Four not to die and said they still needed to talk about their matching shields, that they might be family.

Legend made another note in his journal.

Another ambush, more of his brothers deaths.

He could feel his ability to care slip away as every time he cradled one of his dying brothers, he felt it less and less. He wondered if he was becoming desensitized to it, but he also stopped caring as much when they survived and that used to hit him with an unparalleled relief.

Another fight but this one had Warriors and Sky dead in the first ten minutes, Hyrule begging the latter to survive and Wind having screamed when the former took the axe to the chest.

Time fell next to a spear through the head. Twilight quickly after with his chest caved in. Wild, Hyrule, Four--

Dead. Dead. Dead. DE--

Legend found himself activating the Quake medallion, the earth itself trembling and tearing apart, the bodies of monsters and heroes alike falling into the crevices, some were screaming, none of those cries came from the heroes.

They were dead after all.

Legend realized then that it still hurt, he still felt it. Goddesses he felt it far too much.

But then even when he ceased the earthquake, the ground decided to tremble and break open.

A moldrum screeched as it emerged, jaws clamping on nothing. It was huge, far larger than any moldrum Legend had ever seen, maybe even as big as Jabu Jabu.

From its mouth outpoured monsters and it occurred to Legend that, one, this moldrum was too much like Jabu Jabu, and two, he hadn't looked down.

He quickly switched his Pegasus boots for his hover boots, pulling on a Pegasus anklet in replacement. Then he ran forward, unhindered by the destroyed ground, and launched himself at the horde.

He had forty-three--forty-two minutes until his seventy-two hours were up. How many monsters could he kill in that time?

According to Fi, the answer was all of them.

His magic was drained completely when he returned to the first day.

He spent that loop resting and he reset before the ambush could take place on night three.

With his magic... mostly back, three days of rest did him enough. He looked down at the ground, and then his Quake medallion.

He wondered if he could focus the power of the medallion, he hadn't tried before, but... it couldn't hurt.

"Vet, what are you--"

"Everyone get back, I want to try something."

"Oh great," someone--Warriors--muttered. But Legend had been one of the responsible ones so they did as told. He held the medallion in one hand and his sword in the other. He had a huge open area ahead of him and the heroes behind him...

Time to be stupid.

His sword plunged into the ground and with all his magic constricting yet empowering the quake medallion, the ground ripped open in a single concentrated circle. He heard screams but the ground continued to rumble even as he let his magic cease.

He grinned. "There you are. Stay here!" He called back and promptly jumped down the hole despite the screams from the others.

The giant red eyes of the moldrum was in full view, it turned its giant maw up toward him as he fell rapidly down the deep pit. He fell for far too long, but it had been plenty of time to put on his roc's cape, switch a ring or two for magical replenishment, and take a potion.

Then he fell right into the moldrum's open mouth. He could hear someone screaming his name.

This whole thing was far too much like Jabu Jabu in Legend's opinion, leading him to declare the Shadow unoriginal and stupid.

He rolled along the mushy ground and popped up, grinning wickedly as his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness--an inherited trait--and he set his gaze on the horde of monsters waiting to escape the belly of the beast so they could slaughter Legend's brothers.

He spun the Golden Sword in one hand and his fire rod in the other.

"Who's first?"

The monsters attacked.

A slaughter ensued.

Legend tore his way through the belly of the beast, sliding along the cylindrical walls as the moldrum must've moved up and down and side to side. He didn't know what was going on with the others, how they were, where they were, or anything. He just tore his way through monsters, fighting freely with nobody to worry about.

The Bombos medallion ripped apart the monsters nearby, the Ether medallion froze the ground and let him slip and slide as he liked. He pulled out his switch hook and jumped around, his hook shot, his various rods, cast a spell or two--

The moldrum at some point stopped moving completely. Another explosion ripped its side open and the light of day entered Legend's battlefield.

He dodged a fireball from a lynel and directed it into a hinox with a swing of his mirror shield, landing neatly in front of the new escape route and not letting a single one escape.

Another explosion ripped the hole bigger as Legend gutted a daira and activated the Bombos medallion one last time, exhausting the last of his magical stores.

It tore apart the last of the monsters. He looked around for more enemies before running toward the hole.

He had to make sure the others were alright. He had to--

Daylight blinded him for only a brief moment, he rolled out onto soft grass and was back on his feet, sword held backwards and his ice rod brandished to immediately go onto the attack.

"Vet! You’re alright!"

"Are you insane?!"

"What did you just do?!"

Eight voices overlapped, all yelling at him and demanding an explanation for his actions. A gentle wind breezed past him, one that felt like a secret shared, a promise that it was over.

He just grinned, feeling a weight fall from his shoulders as the caress of time released him, promising a favor paid and a fate avoided. His body began to sway, the magical exhaustion of using his medallions four times setting in.

"Whoa!"

"Oh goddesses."

"What's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?!"

He was covered in blood, a lot of which was his own, so a laugh escaped him.

"Yeah," he leaned against Sky. "Took... a couple hits... used a few too many spells..." he grinned at them, counting heads, they looked like they'd just ended a fight and the giant dead moldrum explained why, but they were all alive and the horde of monsters were dead too and... "You..." He pulled out the ocarina with blood slick hands. "You can have your ocarina back, Old Man."

Several voices yelped and told him to stay awake, but his body gave out.

He was done. He did it.

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#febuwhump 2024 #linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #linked universe fanfic #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu twilight #time loop #i put so many headcanons into this thing #prosie writes

[weiss-royal-schnee]

I think people need to understand in light of corporations axing off animation projects/studios. That the term "unprofitable" means VERY different things when compared to the average person or a small business to a GIANT multi billion dollar corporation. Let's say it takes 400$ to make something and you sell that thing for 800$. That's 400$ in profit you made which is an overall good number. Corporations however in this day in age continuously need their profits too grow. Which is why you see headlines that say "Netflix is loosing money," when in reality they're not loosing money they're just not making as much money when it comes to profits.

#there's also tax breaks and stuff but not really my lane #warner bros #netflix #hbo #disney #rooster teeth

[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter One

“Another” he says as he stares out the frosted window. The goblet is quickly refilled by deft hands. He doesn’t need to look at them to know they have bowed in his direction and scampered away. He sighs as he lifts his glass, allowing the warm liquid to run down his dry throat.

He can feel it working already. The life force rejuvenating his own. He can taste their joys and fears within as he savors it like notes of a fine wine. This man got too close. Wrong place at the wrong time. He had to be taken out not to raise suspicion among the working class. It couldn’t be known he was one of the monsters they feared above all.

He sighed again, placing the empty goblet down and began to pace. He was bored. He undid his tie and placed it on the side of his desk, his phone and tablet alight with notifications and emails. He shook his head, already annoyed at himself for letting his head of household be off for a week.

He paces to the large marble fireplace, the flames warming his cold dead bones. Staring into the fire, he takes off his ring playing with it idly as he tries to think. What has he done wrong to feel this way?

The emptiness is gnawing at him like a disease. He has everything he could ever want. He has enough land and wealth that he doesn't have to lift a finger for at least another 400 years or at least until the current banking system changes again.

But therein lies the problem. If he were any other man he would be content, but his warrior blood calls for action. He can sate it with a hunt or two but it comes back even faster still. He has been stagnant for too long.

He pulls at his long raven locks in frustration. He will not let himself rot in luxury like others he knows. They sit on their various thrones of power, getting fat and lax, wholly consumed by vapid worldly pleasures. He has seen it over and over. They ascent, they indulge, they wallow, they die. Over and over again.

Lucky for those unfortunate souls, they get to move on. He is not so lucky. He was cursed to walk this plane for eternity, never able to move on - forced to watch this miserable world shift and change. He curses himself once again for being so naïve in his youth.

He hears the sound of wood cracking which pulls him from his spiraling thoughts. He looks to see his hand gripping the decorative arm of a Rococo style armchair as it splinters in his grasp.

He lets go and unclenches his other fist. The symbol of his choice and curse glints up at him, unblemished even after being assaulted by his supernatural strength. Placing the ring back on his finger, he sulks to his desk relegating himself to his fate for the evening.

He quickly sends emails and finalizes payroll as the snow falls harder. Even though his castle has all the modern luxuries, he prefers to work like in the old times. The amber light from the candles and fireplace flicker in the darkness as he ignores emails from The Council, delating them instantly. He moves onto his physical mail, surprised to see a letter from a long time associate. His eyes alight as he reads the words.

…There have been rumors within the community of a rise of another Hunter organization. AXS has claimed they have heard of similar disappearances in some of the other affiliated groups but The Council has not confirmed this, but you know how secretive they are. I fear this could be related to recent political changes and the acknowledgement of the existence of our kind…

Interesting. There hasn’t been a legit Hunter organization since the Catholic Church’s last attempt in what was it…16th or 17th century? He smiles at the memory of him and the others infiltrating and taking them down from the inside. He can hear the echoes of the screams and useless prayers as the Devil’s Elite took them out one by one.

Yes, this may be what he was searching for. One last adventure before he relegates himself to the life before him. He rings for his butler for a carafe of his finest Bordeaux as he dips his pen into the inkwell.

Vicrul,

This sounds intriguing. I will prepare to travel to assist in your investigation.

Kylo Ren

He smiles as he focuses, the paper disappearing from his hands as the butler arrives. “Call Huxley to return” he says “I have received a notice that needs attending to.” The man nods as he finishes pouring the wine. “Will do sir”. He can feel something stirring within as he takes a sip. Oh yes, this will be a grand adventure indeed.

#vampire kylo #kylo ren x rey #reylo au #reylo #vampire #vampire au #knights of ren #adam driver #kylo ren #kylo ren au #adam douglas driver #reylo smut #rey nobody #starwarsficnetwork #star wars au #Spotify

[archaeologicalnews]

Face of wealthy Bronze-Age Bohemian woman revealed in stunning reconstruction

Researchers have reconstructed the face of a petite, dark-haired woman who was among the richest residents of Bronze-Age Bohemia.

The woman was buried with five bronze bracelets, two gold earrings and a three-strand necklace of more than 400 amber beads. Also entombed with her were three bronze sewing needles. She was part of the Únětice culture, a group of peoples from early Bronze Age Central Europe known for their metal artifacts, including ax-heads, daggers, bracelets and twisted-metal necklaces called torcs.

While it's unclear who the woman was, she was very wealthy, said archaeologist Michal Ernée of the Institute of Archeology of the Academy of Sciences of the Czech Republic.

"It's maybe the richest female grave from the whole Únětice cultural region," Ernée told Live Science. Read more.

#archaeology #bronze age #archeology #unetice culture #central europe #reconstruction

[animehouse-moe]

The Animanga Find Of A Lifetime

Yeah, I haven't really been too active this week. I've been busy during the week with life and whatnot, but a good chunk of the end of this week has been about this pile of anime and manga magazines. It's no longer just a "pile" of Animerica Extra, but a bonafide Mt. Everest encroaching on 400 issues, so I have lot to explain with just this haul alone.

So, where to begin? An outline is probably best.

This haul is a total of about 311 issues (a little more because of a few duplicates and magazines that aren't strongly related to animanga). That huge number is split across 16 different magazines, 4 of which (combining for 37 issues) are Japanese language.

The full list, in alphabetical order, is: Animage (JP), Animerica, Animerica Extra, Anime USA, AX (JP), AX DVD (JP), Mangajin, Neo, Newtype (JP), NewtypeUSA, OtakuUSA, Pulp, Protoculture Addicts, Shoujo Beat, Super Manga Blast, and Yen+.

Protoculture Addicts and Animerica stand out in the bunch because they together combine for over 100 of the issues in the haul, which is good because they're by far the longest running in the lot.

Speaking of those, let me give a bit of broad history in regards to the magazines.

While the majority are English language, there's actually a pair of them that were created/published outside of the US.

Starting it off, Protoculture Addicts was created in Montreal, and was actually ran as a Robotech Fanzine for about a year or so before becoming a full fledged magazine.

And then there's Neo, the UK based magazine. It's arguably the most interesting ongoing magazine out of the lot (with Otaku/Anime USA being the only others). It's also the only monthly animanga magazine to be currently published in English as OtakuUSA is bimonthly, and AnimeUSA is quarterly.

But that's enough history, what about the insides? For the most part they're relatively standard, but there's not "as many" manga anthology issues in this mountain.

Super Manga Blast, Shoujo Beat (only 9 issues), Animerica Extra (which I now have extras of), Pulp (only 2 issues), and Yen+.

That last one is the most interesting to me purely because of an editorial/column penned by "The Otaku Pimp". Yeah, that's a real thing that appears in that magazine which is incredibly funny to me.

More on the interesting side though is Mangajin, a magazine focused on teaching Japanese through Japanese culture, which of course includes manga. This one is especially interesting because it oftentimes features the only instance of the manga inside being translated to English.

And this is all just the tip of the iceberg. There's an insane amount of information and history in the magazines, and an exciting amount of unknowns with the frankly incredible amount of promotional DVDs that remain attached to so many of these issues.

I just have to get through it all.... which will take a long time. Will certainly be recruiting friends and whoever to help out, so hopefully I won't be doing this for the rest of my life haha

#anime haul #manga haul #anime magazine #manga magazine #viz media #viz manga #viz #dark horse comics #dark horse manga #yen press #anime #manga #anime and manga