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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Fours Company- Part 2

All work starts below the cut since this is straight porn. It's not remotely safe for work, read at your own discretion. Minors dni

Summary - cassian and Nesta get to watch as Lyria is punished for breaking Azriel's rules.

Warning - Impact play involving paddles. Dom/sub roles. Oral sex (fxf). Penetration. Praise and degradation. Restrain use. Chain use. Voyeurism and exhibitionism.

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"Please daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lyria cried as Azriel chained her to the wall, her breasts pushing against the cold stone. "Daddy, please," tears were already starting and Azriel simply licked them away before ripping the rest of her pants off.

He had chained Cassian to a chair for also breaking a direct order, the male struggled for a few minutes before stopping. He hadn't truly done anything wrong and knew he'd be freed soon. Lyria was free use to all of them. He could make her cum whenever he'd like. He reminded Nesta of that as she stroked his thighs and nodded. "You look too pretty chained to the chair," she counter offered.

Azriel had pulled out a variety of toys to use on his mate. None that would scar her or disfigure her, Nesta noted, but several that would leave little reminders. She studied each one. Looking at the lesther flogger first and gauging Azriel's face. Mininal reaction. Her hand went to a spiked paddle, feeling the smooth leather in her hands. "She wasn't that bad, Nesta. If she breaks a rule again, though, I will use it." Lyria whimpered. Nesta's hand traced over a long, narrow, solid oak paddle. She picked it up and gently hit it against her hand, smiking at the way it burned and stinged. She turned, holding it to Azriel as the male smirked.

"Excellent choice, Nesta. I was just going to give her 10, until Cassian made her cum without permission." Lyria whimpered, wanting to defend herself but knowing it would only cause more of whatever was coming to be worse. Azriel moved directly behind her, kissing the base of her neck, "Since you've forgotten how to behave and how to respond in proper time, we'll do 15. Miss one, or forget, and we start over," Azriel kissed her shoulder gently. "Do you understand, babygirl?"

"Yes, daddy," she sniffled. "I'm sorry," she tried again.

"I know you are, baby, I know," a loud crack had Nesta stopping the kisses she was placing on Cassian's neck, her nails digging into his chest. Lyria released a cry. A pretty mix of pain and pleasure filling the dim chamber, "But not as sorry as you're about to be."

A strangled one left her throat as Azriel began to stalk her, waiting for the moment she'd relax and drop her guard slightly just to hit her plush ass with the paddle again. "Two," she cried out only for several strikes with different intensity to be delivered. "6," her voice broke.

"Color." Azriel demanded. Trailing the paddle down her spine.

Nesta was mesmerized, placing herself in Cassian's lap and freeing one of the male's hands. She had the bond in a tight hold as her juices began to drip down his thigh. "Color, babygirl. Now."

"Green," shame filled Lyria's voice causing Nesta to moan. She could scent her from where her and Cassian sat the same two fingers that had been buried in the red head now circling her clit.

Azriel landed another spank, and the chains rattled as Lyria lunged forward slightly with a pained moaned. "Look at how pretty she is, ass glowing red and dripping wet." Cassian pushed a finger into Nesta's aching cunt, making her head fall into his shoulder. "Would you like that, Ness? Would you like Azriel spank you while your helpless against the wall?"

The roles had changed. Nesta was no longer in charge of Cassian, but instead his little sub. "Free my hand, dove," Nesta obeyed instantly. Cassian lifted her with ease as Azriel watched. He sunk his mate down onto his cock, throwing one of her toned beautiful arms over his shoulder so he could still watch Lyria's punishment.

Nesta couldn't help but to drool as Azriel walked to Lyria and forced her to look at herself and Cassian by her hair.

"Look at Nesta getting her cunt filled for being a good girl, baby. Are you a good girl?" Azriel's voice was dark and deep as he switched to a leather paddle with holes in it to allow him to get quicker strikes and more momentum.

"No daddy," she admitted freely, tears beginning to fall again. "But I want to be."

Azriel almost purred. "Tell daddy why you aren't a good girl."

"I didn't respond when daddy asked me a question and I came without mistress giving me permission." Cassian began to thrust into Nesta.

"And now she gets to cum on a cock before you do. She gets to have fun and pleasure before you do. What did you learn, baby girl?"

"To listen to daddy and mistress." Azriel made eye contact with Cassian, smirking ferally.

"What was your count at, Lyria." Nesta gasped, excitement refilling her eyes as Cassian smirked behind her and began to circle her clit with his fingers. She had started to slowly ride him in anticipation. Enjoying every single second of Lyria's torture.

Lyria shut her eyes, shaking her head. "I forgot, daddy."

"Then we start over. You were at 11, baby girl. You would have been done soon."

Azriel was restless. Quick precision allowed him to get Lyria back up to 10 in the blink of an eye all while she wiggled, cried, and moaned.

Nesta was fully riding Cassian in reverse cowgirl now. Her head tipped back in bliss as her mate stretched her open and filled every empty piece of her. Every raise and drag of his cock inside of her mixing with Lyria's screams and moans had her seeing stars.

She was on her final strike and slick was pouring out of her at this point. Azriel was rubbing her clit gently. Kissing her shoulder blade. "Only one more, babygirl. I know you can do it, you're doing so well for me. For us." He knew she was orange despite not asking due to the bond. "I am so proud of you, baby. You are making me so proud and showing them how good of a girl you are. Can you do the last one, baby? Can you do that for daddy?"

Lyria nodded. Tears free flowing. "Yes, daddy."

Azriel kissed her temple. "Good girl."

The last Crack sounded through the air at the same time Nesta came. Her screams of pleasure mixing with Lyria's cry of pain into a symphony that had Azriel riding a high he hadn't felt in years and Cassian spilling into his mate.

Azriel quickly unchained Lyria, laying her on the floor and kissing her body. "Nesta, your whore is ready to obey." Azriel trailed gentle hands up his mate's body. Watched as Nesta crawled to Lyria. Cassian leaned further back into the chair, pleasure and greed filling his eyes as he watched his wife settling between Lyria's thighs. "She's been such a good girl, Ness. Don't you think?"

"The best girl," Nesta purred. "Looked so pretty with her ass on display and all red." Nesta kissed the inside of Lyria's thighs. "So proud of you, princess. Did so good for your daddy."

Azriel hummed, kissing Lyria's throat as he sat behind her and forced her to sit up a little bit to watch Nesta. "She deserves a reward, don't you think, Ness?"

Nesta nodded. Her silver eyes never leaving Lyria's watering gaze as the first lick came at her center. Nesta's eyes rolled as she realized Lyria would taste exactly like she expected. Like warm honey coating her tongue with just a hint of fruit. She dove in immediately as Azriel held his mate's folds apart to allow her direct access to her swollen bundle of nerves.

He kept a hand tangled into her hair to force her to watch Nesta. Every flick of her tongue, every suckle on her clit, every prod at her opening had Lyria pleading and begging for more, crying out Nesta's name like a prayer. Cassian came behind his wife, painfully hard again and quickly entered her pushing her further unto Lyria's cunt and making both females cry out in pleasure.

Lyria could feel that ledge approaching quickly as Nesta pushed two of her long slender fingers into her and began searching. They found their mark just as Cassian found his inside of Nesta.

The moan Nesta released was magic against Lyria's aching center. It felt like fire was coating and kissing her skin as Azriel stimulated her nipples and neck while Nesta ate her like a female starved. She didn't know who to beg for her orgasm, so on instincts, she cried and begged Azriel. "Daddy. Daddy, please." The male smirked where he was currently biting her shoulder. "Ness, please," her begging switched. "Please."

Nesta pulled away from her cunt, panting and moaning as Cassian hit all the perfect spots in her from behind. "Please what, pretty girl?"

"Need to cum, please" Tears were lining her eyes causing Nesta to smirk and feel powerful.

"Of course, princess. Cum all over my tongue." Nesta went back in fingers and tongue working in time to bring Lyria right over the edge for the second time tonight. The way she cried out for Nesta had the oldest Archeron groaning.

She pulled away, allowing Cassian to pull her back by her arms and support her body using her abs. His thrusts slowed as Azriel moved, removing his sweatpants finally and revealing the long thick cock Nesta had been thinking about since she was dragging into this Gods forsaken mess. He moved Lyria so her face was below Nesta's when Cassian let her go to all fours. Then he entered Lyria, making the female's jaw drop in a silent scream and her back arched off the floor.

Their mates began to move in time with each other, watching as the females below them fell into syncing moans and whimpers. Nesta was quick to attack Lyria's mouth with her own, kissing her deeply as the males chased their own highs, wings fluttering and flaring out behind them in pleasure.

Azriel's face was contoured in pleasure, growls and gasps leaving his mouth and throat as Lyria swallowed him.

Cassian had his head back, long hair bouncing with each thrust. Praise for Nesta was falling from him constantly as she squeezed his cock.

Lyria nor Nesta could ask permission this time as their highs ran through both of them at the same time, pausing their exploration of each other's mouths and bodies.

Cassian tipped over the edge next. Spilling into Nesta's warm pulsing cunt one more time and gently smacking her ass in a playful manor.

It took Azriel a little longer, he needed Lyria to whimper, hear her begging for him to fill her with his seed. Nesta forced Lyria to watch Azriel's hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. It was becoming too much for her as she quickly approached her fourth orgasm for the night. "Azriel please!" She moaned out. "Fuck please I'll give you anything please just cum, I need you to cum inside of me. Please!" Cassian's jaw almost dropped as Azriel obeyed and came with a roar inside of Lyria triggering her fourth orgasm of the night.

Azriel greedily ripped Lyria way from Nesta and Cassian, pulling her up to into his chest and a few more sloppy thrusts pushed his cum out of her slightly. Her arms were tangled around his neck, and they both immediately noted she was glowing in Azriel's arms as he rested his forehead against Lyria's.

Nesta felt her heart melting as Azriel began to praise and kiss Lyria as if he had forgotten they were there. His wings wrapped around her, allowing them a little privacy as he asked her what she enjoyed. If she wanted to do this again.

Cassian and Nesta held a tense breath at that question, praying to any God that would listen that Lyria enjoyed this as much as the rest of them had, that she'd agree to continue this. Cassian sighed in relief when Lyria nodded and Azriel's smile grew. Azriel opened his wings, kissing her nose gently and agreeing as well.

"Same time next week maybe?" She joked.

Nesta immediately threw herself onto Lyria's back giggling. "I'm so fucking excited and happy we did this." Nesta held her tight, kissing her temple. "I can't wait to explore with you more."

Cassian joined the cuddle session last, secretly fist bumping Azriel out of the view of their mates. "We should hang out outside of this, why have we never done that?" Nesta was immediately launching into questions. Her excitement hardly contained as Lyria began to glow brighter.

Happiness flooded Azriel down the bond. Happiness and a sense of content fullness he had never felt from his mate before.

Happiness and content fullness he was practically desperate to ensure never left her.

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #cassian x nesta #cassian x reader #nessian x oc x azriel #nessian x reader #nesta x cassian #nesta x azriel

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underground-boss-clay · 7 months

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we were told that you do mining, so could we get a shipment of these metals to wedgehurst, galar? [insert list of corrosive-resistant metals] they're for a friend i promise! pretty sure you know grunt? - @team-rwby-pkmn

The Team Skull Grunt? Yeah, he's been talkin' to my son lately. Honestly good, the kid needs to socialize a bit more... Wonderin' if I should contact my sister, see if she can care for him in Sinnoh...

Anyway, regardin' the metals. Good news is that we definitely got 'em. Might need to specify raw or refined though, since we got 'em in both an' one would take longer 'n the other.

Bad news though, em... thanks to an incident twenty years ago, Driftveil Minin' is barred from conductin' business in Galar.

Or well, direct business anyway. There's some ways around it, but let's just say it'll be a bit more difficult to get them supplies to ya. Provided that you can pay for the materials.

#only the materials; shipping is too much of an Arc damn mess in this case to make ya pay for that too #teamrwbypkmn #Ask #Here's the Dirt #pokemon irl

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emaya-chan-the-potato-headed · 22 days

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Sorry for my lack of postings of late, everyone! I admit I was in distress about the whole eclipse situation for a while, but I got the courage to ask my cousin (who lives in the perfect viewing area, unlike me, 60 miles away) if we (my dad and I) could go over and view from her yard, and she said YES!!!!

I was sooooo scared to speak out, but I HAD to.....was agonizing waiting for an invite that never came, but the reasons why now made sense, lots of it (had NOTHING to do with me, personally, but I'd rather keep that reason, private, tho') What matters is its okay for us to come (we are providing our own chairs, food and all, I made sure she knows we are imposing as little as possible)

I WILL TRY to get pictures but cannot promise, may just concentrate entirely on the "experience".......hope I get home safe and post outing recovery is mininal!

SOLAR ECLIPSE 2024!!!! WOOT! WOOT!

#personal post #emaya sez #peri things is rough #i will do my best to be more active here afterwards #interact with y'all more #i'm in MAINE fyi

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only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are · 1 year

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Vivisection - Operation Valkyrie (Part 5)

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

MORE INTENSE AND GORY LAB WHUMP LET'S GO

CWs: female whumpee (not sexual), female whumper, dehumanisation, vivisection, human experimentation/lab rat, mild gore, noncon surgery, syringes/needles, sedation, noncon drugging, IV bag, Central Venous Line

Valkyrie was taken to a new cell, after they took various more blood and other samples from her. In this new cell, the wall that faced the hallway was made of a see-through, bullet-proof material. She was told this by the guards, who grinned viciously as they locked the door behind them. She sank down to the floor, and pressed her palms against the glass-like wall. She could see her reflection, and it was not a pretty sight. Her face was pale and gaunt, and her eyes looked sunken, with deep dark circles beneath them. Her once golden hair was dull and greasy, and it hang in limp strands and braids around her face. Bloodstains, cuts and scratches marked her face. She looked like something out of a horror movie. But to her relief, there was a shower in this cell, and a clean white hospital gown. She was about to get to cleaning herself off, when she noticed movement in a cell across the hall.

Another subject, on their knees, with their face pressed against the wall. Their warm undertone face was pale from exhaustion and fear, and they had a shaved head, though a few dark curls were starting to grow back. Their mono-lid eyes were a beautiful dark brown that mesmerised Valkyrie. She waved at them across the hall, and they slowly turned their head, and waved back.

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“Hi.” She called out.

“Sh..” They murmured, holding a finger to their pale, chapped lips.

“Sorry. My name is Valkyrie. What’s yours?”

“0399.” The other subject replied in an American accent. "I like your accent. British right?"

“Yeah, I was born and raised in England and moved to America wh..." Valkyrie trailed off. "But that’s not a name. That’s a number.” She frowned.

“We are only numbers here. We belong to them now.”

“No, fuck that. I can’t stop them, but that doesn’t mean I have to like how they treat me.”

“What you want doesn’t matter anymore. What you like. How you feel. If you want your suffering to be mininal, you do as they say. Obey them. Or they’ll make you regret it.”

Valkyrie’s stomach twisted. “But we’re human beings.”

“That was no longer true the moment we stepped foot in this place.” Subject 0399 replied.

“I refuse to believe that. This is definitely illegal, and like, in the Constitution or Human Rights Declaration or something. There’s no way they can get away with this.”

“They already have gotten away with it.”

“Fuck this. I’m getting out. If you’ve got any shred of common sense left, you’ll come with me.”

“I’m good, thanks.” Then, the other subject fell silent.

Valkyrie turned her back, shaking her head. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the small shower cubicle, letting the hot water run over her skin. It stung her cuts, but she didn’t care. It felt like heaven to finally scrub off the layers of dirt. She carefully washed her body and hair, avoiding the device in her neck. She grabbed the tower from the shelf, and then dryed herself off, reluctantly slipping in to the hospital gown.

She was about to flop onto thd bed, when she suddenly heard 0399 speak again.

“You’ll learn soon enough. No one’s coming to help us.”

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Valkyrie was subject to many more experiments as the days went on, and slowly every moment began to blur together. It was just a wash of pain and exhaustion and building frustration. They took increasingly large amounts of her blood through the Central Venous Line: the small implanted device in her neck. She was positive that the blood loss wasn’t helping with the exhaustion. She was beginning to waste away now from the lack of food, blood, and exercise. Each day, as she looked in the mirror, she began to recognise the face that stared back at her less and less. She tried to hold onto hope, memorising each hallway and what lay behind each door. Looking for a new chance to escape at every turn. If she could find that chance, then she might just be able to find a way out. But on the outside, she made it look as though she had given in. She reluctantly allowed them to proke and prod to their hearts’ content. She didn’t fight back any longer. But that determination to act compliant was challenged the next time they came to drag her from her cell.

The door in the glass wall slid open, allowing the two guards to enter the room, wheeling a gurney between them. They placed the gurney in the centre of the room, and the door slid shut. They gestured towards the gurney, and Valkyrie obediently lay on top of it. The magnetic restraints activated, and the remaining strap restraints held the rest of her body down. They wheeled her out of the room and down the hall. She lay still as they rolled her along, her gaze darting furtively from side to side to examine the layout of the building. She suspected they were taking her to another series of blood tests, but she realised she was wrong when they arrived in front of a door that read ‘Operating Theatre 10’.

She swallowed her protests. She could behave. She was wheeled into the bustling theatre, where Doctor Clarke and the other scientists were putting on gowns, gloves and masks. Valkyrie was lifted off the gurney and onto the illuminated operating table, where she was restrained once more. Doctor Clarke seemed particularly frantic. One scientist began attaching Valkyrie’s Central Venous Line to various tubes and bags of fluid. Doctor Clarke watched him like a hawk, harrying him all the while about being quick and precise.

“This has to go perfectly!” She snapped at him when he accidentally elbowed another scientist in his frenzy.

“Y- yes, Doctor Clarke.” He trembled as he spoke.

“We have lots to do today and the Director will be here any minute. Hurry!” Doctor Clarke snapped.

Director? Valkyrie wondered. The Director of the Facility?

A scientist rushed out of the room, then reappeared in a small adjoining room with a window in the wall of the operating theatre that Valkyrie hadn’t even noticed. She could see the scientist go to the door of the small room and hold it open so that a tall woman could enter. She strode in tall red stilettos to the viewing window, clad in a beautiful black and white striped jumpsuit. Her long black hair was pulled into a flawlessly smooth bun which accentuated her sharp cheekbones. Her stunning makeup was finished off with a bright red lip. She looked straight out of a Vogue magazine. Hardly the kind of person you would expect to see in a laboratory.

The scientist in the viewing room pressed a button on the table and spoke into the microphone which allowed them to be heard from the operating theatre. “Doctor Cheronobog would now like you to begin.”

“Alright. Proceed.” Doctor Clarke proclaimed.

The scientists rushed to dim the large lights so that the few sources of light were the surgery-grade lights and from the surgery equipment. Valkyrie watched in increasing anxiety as the scientists began laying out blue surgical drapes across her body. She lay flat, staring at the ceiling, attempting to see past her narrow field of vision that she could thank the restraint around her neck for.

Her heart thump, thump, THUMPed in her chest. Her stomach flipped over and over again.

“Begin the procedure.”

The scientists leaned in close, wearing their large magnififying glasses that made them look like predatory bugs ready to feast on their prey. They hungrily dove into their meal.

She saw the glint of the scalpel, and she panicked. Thrashing against her restraints, she let out a terrified, animalistic scream. “STOP!”

“SHUT IT UP!”

There was a sharp prick in her thigh. She looked up to see Doctor Clarke emptying a syringe into her muscle.

“No…” She gasped.

Her limbs fell slack as the syringe was withdrawn. Everything ached, like she’d just run a marathon. Her body slumped back into the restraints without her permission. There was no chance of escape. As she lay flat on the operating table, unable to move, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Valkyrie, at first, only saw the blood as the scalpel touched her skin, then was dragged across her bare flesh. That was when she felt the pain; as the beads of blood began to bubble to the surface. As the scientists pried open the flaps of flesh and pinned them open to reveal her organs. She wanted to scream. She was able to let out a low grunt of pain, but that was all she could express. Her brain was still processing. It was sensory overload, and not being able to move away made it all the more terrifying.

Excruciating pain. Pure terror. Hopelessness. Hot pain. Cold scalpel. Cold metal table. Tingling alcohol wipes. Sharp needle jabs. Tiny tubes. Her stomach flipped again. There was more blood. It drenched the surgical drapes. Medical tongs holding sponges and bandages dabbed at the blood to soak it up. A second line of fire spread across her body as they made another incision. Headache. Was that her screaming? Or someone else? Doctor Clarke’s mouth was moving under her mask. No sound. Sharp pinch. Blood boiling to the surface. Organs. Naseua. Why was the room fogging up? Oh. Oxygen mask. Flames. Cold flames. Smell of cleaning products. Laughing. Who was laughing? More blood. Then darkness.

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When Valkyrie opened her eyes, all she felt was pain. She propped up with a pillow underneath her. She was pinned in place. She looked down at herself to see bandages soaked with blood, tubes in her arms and neck. She was back in the cell with the large glass wall. Likely not real glass - it would be too easy for her to escape, then. She tried to lift her head, and found herself still frozen in place. She wouldn’t be able to escape in this state, even if she wanted to.

Given the atrocities she had just undergone, she wanted to, all right. She was done obeying commands, done letting them torture her. It was time to fight back.

She would just have to wait for the opportunity to arise.

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PART 6 (coming soon)

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emmetofthestars · 6 months

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do minic and ruttelberg ever interact/have the knowledge of any other tf2 mercs? if so, what are their thoughts on em? and the thoughts on them in return? im especially interested in hearing about ruttelberg and engineers thoughts towards one another and minin and medics thoughts! and perhaps minic and pyro vibes since they are both little fire enjoyers??? little flesh bbq yum yum?

minic and rüttelberg probably find out about the other mercs through a typical wacky sfm plot. minic and rüttelberg enlist in the blu vs red war /j

i think red engie generally just doesnt like other engies and since rüttelberg is also a robot hes really not gonna like him. i dont think engie really thinks of him as humanoid or conscious so if anything hed only be interested in taking him apart (but theres enough of gray manns bots anyways)

red medic is just kind of scared of minic like. hes just kind of put off by seeing a very small copy of himself esp since the only other real clone of him (blu medic) only vaguely resembles him instead of being a direct copy. minic of course isnt exactly the same either but it comes closer than blu medic so that is a little frightening to him. then again hed also be incredibly interested in finding out whether its organs are proportionally smaller or bigger and what they look like (engie and medic sure like taking things apart huh no wonder theyre good friends)

pyro would set things on fire with minic yeah :) she would prepare a tea set and hack burnt flesh into little pieces and put em on minics plate. they would both enjoy quietly sitting together. perhaps pyro shows minic how to draw

besides that, all the other red mercs would be equally bewildered at seeing a friendly red robot and a not so friendly red tiny menace in the shape of a medic. theyd just be really confused and not know what to do. some of them warm up to their wackiness though and help them steal and earn money.

also because minic isnt really bound to the rules of time & space it would likely cause an uproar when it brings a flatscreen tv and a wii to play games with rüttelberg

#emmet answers #minic #rüttelberg

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bdoubleowo · 1 year

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...sitting still in minecraft to get mmd background is so smart i was over here teaching myself to export chunks through mininator to blender to pmd fighting for my life getting textures to look right. god.

so, it really depends what you want from your background. if you don't care about like. the small animations like candles and torches then you can literally just take a screenshot. or you can sit and record for the background. but that severely limits your camera options. you cannot move the camera, and you need to make sure that the mmd camera matches the minecraft one's angle or it'll look weird.

i used this strategy for one of my first minecraft mmds (and actually probably my first public mmd akjshdsda) but actually instead of importing it directly into mmd as a background .avi i chromakeyed out the background, as i did with my most recent one. the first time was because of hijinks where i didn't save the motion edits after exporting, but then decided to change the background. and i didn't want to redo them.

this time was because i couldn't figure out how to use a background image with raymmd.

however, using an image does have the benefits of "i don't actually have access to this world right now but i do have a screenshot from a youtube video!" which i did here.

I use mineways to export portions of minecraft worlds to blender, but i've only used it like twice. it was. a bit of an ordeal because the materials weren't linked to the textures properly so i just. ported the mmd model and motion to blender. and rendered it there. you can see the results of that here, but it's not grreat. because i didn't know blender as well as i knew mmd. which honestly wasn't even that much at the time.

the second time i tried to use mineways i bit the bullet and figured out what the issue was. i had to go through each block and fix the texture paths. one by one. it had the issue of the textures being blurry but i think it was very much worth it. fancy camera movements really added to the fun, and by this point i'd learnt raymmd well enough to get some decent looking shading

now the reason i chose to go with the stationary camera method this time was partially i don't wanna fix all the textures again,,,,, but also the fact that it was a fully enclosed space. i wasn't certain how well mmd would respond to that, and it seemed like it was more effort than it was worth to try and fight the lighting. and i wanted to emulate lizzie's lighting as closely as possible, so i figured that'd be easiest in minecraft itself. even if the amethysts are considered?? emissive in my game but not hers?? so they're WAY brighter in my shader. i don't know. how to fix it without turning out all emissive light. which she CLEARLY has on with the lava and lanterns. so. rip me ig.

sorry this is kind of rambly haha. i just have many thoughts on the matter

#og post #ttechnically you could work fancier camera movements in with multiple recordings/screenshots. and cutting between them #but that's less camera movement and just. multiple shots. still adds some variety #which i'm looking into for my next thing i think #ask #anon #anonymous #mmd

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loverandservantoftheahlulbayt · 10 months

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🍂🥀🍂 Karbala and Ashura

🥀 Stops on the Imam’s Journey

🥀 Tan’im

The Imam left Mecca, and at Tan’im he met a caravan which carried luxury goods and royal robes and gowns. It was a delivery for the “king”, Yazid Ibn Muawiyah from his governor at Yemen. The Imam ordered that all the cargo of the caravan be taken and given to poor people.

He said, “Who is to have this luxury while poor people starve?” Then, he announced to the people and to the workers on the caravan, “Whoever wants to come with us, is welcome, and whoever wants his wages, we will give him his pay, and whoever wants to leave is free to leave.”

The Imam and his followers took none of the silk robes and royal gowns woven with gold thread. Those who wanted their pay received their portion and the rest was immediately given to poor people.

🥀 Safah

Here, a man was on his way to Mecca for the Hajj pilgrimage. The man came closer and asked someone, “Whose caravan is this?” And he was informed that it was the camp of Imam Husayn. To himself, he thought that he should pay his greeting of peace to the grandson of the Messenger of God.

The Imam asked him, “Who are you?” He replied, “I am al-Farazdaq, son of Ghalib.”

The Imam greeted the famous poet kindly, then after some time, he asked him, “What do you know about the attitude of the people?”

Al-Farazdaq answered, “Their hearts are with you, but their swords are with the Umayyads, and the destination comes from heaven.”

Imam said, “You spoke the truth, and everything is up to God. He does what He wishes, and we ask help only from Him.” Then, al-Farazdaq asked him some religious questions.

🥀 Dhat al-‘Irq

The Imam set camp here, and met Bishr Ibn Ghalib. When Bishr met the Imam, he saw him leaning on something, reading a book. Bishr asked him, “O grandson of the Messenger of God! What made you come to this desert?”

The Imam replied, “These people have threatened me and these letters arrived from the people of Kufah whom I know are going to turn against me. If they do so, God will send someone to humiliate them.”

The Imam asked him about the people of Kufah and he replied, “Their swords are with the Umayyads and their hearts are with you.”

The Imam said, “You are speaking the truth.”

🥀 Hajir

Here, the Imam set camp. He wrote a letter to Muslim Ibn ‘Aqil and gave it to Qays Ibn Mashar al-Saydawi to take to Kufah. In it he wrote, “O people of Kufah! I have received the letter of Muslim Ibn ‘Aqil stating that you have gathered to help us and ask for our rights. I ask Almighty God to reward you for this action. For this reason, I left Mecca on Thursday the 8th of Dhul-Hijjah. When my messenger arrives, be united until I reach Kufah in a few days.”

Meanwhile, the spies of Yazid were following him. For some time, the Imam stayed at the water of ′Abdullah Ibn Muti′ who tried to convince the Imam not to go to Iraq, but the Imam refused.

When Qays Ibn Mashar al-Saydawi reached al-Qadisiyyah, Ibn Ziyad’s army captured him. When they tried to search him, he tore the letter apart. He was brought to the governor’s castle in Kufah, and Ibn Ziyad asked him, “Why did you tear the letter?”

Qays replied, “So you will not know what was in it.”

Ibn Ziyad said, “You have to tell me what was in it!”

Qays refused. Then Ibn Ziyad said, “You have to go on the pulpit and curse Husayn, his brother, and his father. Otherwise, I am going to cut you into pieces!”

Qays went on the pulpit and blessed Amir al‑Mu′minin Imam ′Ali and Hasan and Husayn, and cursed Ibn Ziyad and his father and the Ummayads. Then he said, “O people! I am the messenger of Husayn to you!” He told them where he left the Imam and said, “Go help him!”

Ibn Ziyad ordered for him to be thrown from the top of the castle. He fell and died.

🥀 Khuzamiyyah

The Imam set camp and stayed in Khuzamiyyah one day and one night. In the morning, his sister Zaynab came to him and told him that she heard someone reciting this poem:

“O, the eyes try to be firm!

Who would cry after me, on these martyrs?

Cry on those people who are led

By death to the final destination.”

The Imam said to his sister, “Whatever God wishes will happen.”

🥀 Zarud

Here, the Imam set camp. Zuhayr Ibn al‑Qayn al‑Bajali was in the area and set camp near him. Zuhayr did not like the Imam and did not want to set camp near him, but, because there was water at Zarud, he had no other choice. At mealtime, a messenger of the Imam came to him and said that the Imam wanted to meet him. Zuhayr hesitated to reply but his wife, Dilham, told him to go to the Imam and see what he wants. Zuhayr went to him and immediately came back to his people with a happy face. He ordered to take his camp closer to the Imam’s camp and told his wife, “Go join your family, I do not want any of you to be harmed in any way because of me.”

Then, he faced his people again and said, “Whoever wants to help the grandson of the Messenger of God should come with me. Otherwise, Goodbye!”

He revealed a conversation he had with Salman al‑Farsi long ago. He said, “We went with Salman in Balanjar. Salman told me ‘When you reach Imam Husayn and are able to help him and fight on his side, you should be more than happy to.”‘

His wife said, “Whatever you decide, I go with your decision. Please remember me on the Day of Judgment with Imam Husayn’s grandfather.”

Also at this stop, the news of the murder of Muslim and Hāni Ibn Urwah reached the Imam. The Imam was deeply upset and many times said, “God bless them.” He and other people cried with the sad news, the ladies wailed, and the whole camp was in mourning.

Then, two of his companions stood and said, “O grandson of the Prophet of God! Please change your decision and do not go to Kufah.”

Others disagreed and said, “We have to continue and die the same way as Muslim and Hāni died for the cause.”

The Imam listened to each conversation and looked deeply into their faces and then said, “There is no goodness in life after these two.” (Muslim and Hāni)

🥀 Tha’labiyyah

Here, someone came and asked Imam Husayn, “What is the Verse of Quran ‘The day when we shall call all people by their leader.’1 about?”

The Imam replied, “A leader who calls to guidance and people obey his call and a leader who calls to misguidance and others follow him. One leads to heaven and the other leads to hell.”

Also at this stop a man from Kufah met with the Imam and the Imam told him, “If I had met you in Medinah, I would have shown you the place of Gabriel in our house. (The window, in the house of the Prophet Muhammad, which was used as an entrance by the angel Gabriel, whenever he came to visit the Prophet) Do you think we do not know what we are doing?”

Another came and said, “O son of the Messenger of God! I see you with only a few followers.”

The Imam pointed to a sack of letters and said, “This is filled with letters.”

🥀 Shuquq

Here, the Imam saw a man coming from Kufah and asked him about the people there. The man said, “All of them are against you.”

The Imam said, “Whatever God wishes will happen.”

🥀 Zubalah

There was still no reply from his third messenger to Kufah, Qays Ibn Mashar al-Saydawi, but here, at Zubalah, the news reached the Imam that ′Abdullah Ibn Yaqtar, his second messenger to Kufah, was killed.

When he was captured he was sent to Ibn Ziyad, and Ibn Ziyad ordered him to go to the pulpit and curse the liar son of liars. ′Abdullah showed his willingness to do so, but when he went up he said, “O, people! I am the messenger of Husayn son of Fatimah, to help him against son of Marjanah! (Ibn Ziyad)”

Ibn Ziyad ordered him to be toppled from the top of the castle. He fell and broke most of his bones, but he was still able to talk. A man named Lakhmi, one of Ibn Ziyad’s soldiers, came and cut off his head. When the people in the street asked him why he did that, he said, “To put him out of his misery.”

After this news, the Imam announced, “Anyone who has joined this caravan for any purpose other than dying for this cause should leave now.” And people left him except for those who chose to stay, his family, and his companions.

🥀 Batn al-Aqabah

Here the Imam announced, “I am going to be killed and I saw in a dream that dogs are going to eat my flesh and the worst of those dogs will be an albino dog.”

At this point, ‘Amr Ibn Luthan asked the Imam to return to Medinah. The Imam replied, “I know your opinion but I do not do but what God wishes. Indeed, they are not going to leave me alone until they take out my insides and if they do that, they will be the most humiliated nation in the world.”

🥀 Shiraf

Here, the Imam set camp and asked his children to re-supply with water and carry more water than they needed. When he heard one of his followers saying “Allahu Akbar,” the Imam asked him, “Why did you say that?”

He answered, “I see palm trees in the far distance.”

All the people around him said, “There are no palm trees around here in this desert?”

When they looked carefully, they saw spears and horses.

The Imam agreed and said, “That must be it.” Then he asked, “Is there any shelter here?”

They told him there is a place called Dhu-Hasm on the left and that is the best place to take shelter. The Imam went there and set his camp.

Then, at noon, Hurr al‑Riyahi, with 1,000 soldiers, appeared in front of the Imam, carrying a message from Ibn Ziyad ordering him to prevent the Imam from returning to Medinah or capture him and bring him to Kufah.

When the Imam saw that the army of Hurr was thirsty, he asked his followers to give them and their horses water. They gave all of them and all of their horses water except for the last animal. The inexperienced rider of this last camel came to the Imam, not knowing how to water his animal, and Imam Husayn told him, “Anikh al‑Rawiyah.”

In the Hijazi Arabic dialect, it means “loosen the ropes around the camel’s neck” (so it can drink), but in the Kufi Arabic dialect it means “loosen the neck of the water bag.” So, the soldier loosened the knot around the water bag and the water spilled out.

Then, Imam Husayn did it himself and showed the soldier how to loosen the ropes and let the camel drink. Then, after all of the army and their animals were finished drinking, the Imam stood and said, “I did not come here until all of your letters came to me, and the letters say that you do not have any leader and that you need me to help teach you guidance. If that is still your demand, give me something that shows that you are truthful in your promises, and if you do not like me, I will return to where I came from.”

The soldiers were silent. No one spoke a word. Then, Hajjaj Ibn Masraq made the call to prayer for the Dhuhr –Noon- Prayer. The Imam said to Hurr, “You are the chief of your army. You go and pray with your own people.”

Hurr replied, “No. We pray with your prayer.” and Hurr, with all of his troops, prayed with the Imam.

When the Imam finished the prayer, he stood and said, “O people! Fear God and find the truth and follow it. We are the members of the House of the Prophet. We deserve trust more than those who do injustice. If you do not like us or you ignore our rights or you have changed your minds from whatever you have written to us before, then I will leave you.”

Hurr said, “Written? I do not know what letters you are talking about!” The Imam asked one of his followers to bring two sacks of letters.

Hurr said, “I am not one of these people. I have been ordered not to leave you alone until I bring you back to Kufah to Ibn Ziyad.

The Imam said, “Death is before that.” He turned and told his followers to get ready to ride their horses, but Hurr stopped them from going.

Then, for the first time in his life, the Imam spoke an insult, “Your mother sits mourning you.” Then he said, “What do you want from us?”

Hurr replied, “If anyone beside you had said those words to me, l would have replied the same to him, but I cannot do that to you. However, take a road between you and Kufah, which does not reach Kufah nor goes to Medinah, until I write to Ibn Ziyad and see what his orders are. May God relieve me from this catastrophe.”

Then he said to the Imam, “I bear witness that if you fight, you will be killed.”

The Imam said, “Are you threatening me with death? Are you going to kill me? Are you helping the Messenger of God?”

When Hurr heard this, he turned around and left the Imam. He did not want a confrontation with the Imam.

The Imam’s caravan continued in an unknown direction, and Hurr’s army followed behind.

🥀 Baydhah

Here, the Imam gave a sermon to the people of Hurr:

“O people! The Messenger of God said, ‘Whoever sees an unjust governor who changes the forbidden to allowed and who breaks his promise, who is against the tradition of the Prophets, who acts unjustly and does not do anything against it in action or in words, God will enter him where the unjust person enters.’

Indeed, these people follow Satan and have left the obedience of God. They spread mischief, they abandon all rules, they misuse wealth, and they make the illegal legal and the legal illegal. I deserve this leadership more than anyone else. Your letters came to me and your deputies came to me offering allegiance to me, saying that you will not betray me and that if I lead you, you will succeed. I am Husayn, son of ′Ali and Fatimah, daughter of the Messenger of God. My soul is with your soul, my family is with your family, and I am one of you. If you do not do so and change your promise and your allegiance to me, that would not be a surprise to me. You have done so before to my father, my brother, and my cousin (Muslim Ibn ‘Aqil). If you do that, you have missed your chance and you have lost your share and whoever breaks his promise he breaks it against himself. Peace be upon you.”

🥀 Ruhaymah

Here, a man met the Imam and asked him, “Why did you leave the house of your grandfather? (meaning Medinah)”

The Imam replied, “Indeed, the Umayyads called our most honorable kin bad names, and I was patient. Then, they took my wealth, and I was patient. And they sought my blood and I ran away. Indeed, by God, they are going to kill me. Then, God will humiliate them, making them the most humiliated nation in the world.”

🥀 Adhib al-Hajanat

Here, four people from Kufah met the Imam. The Imam asked them about the situation of the people and they told him, “The dignitaries were bought by bribes. As for the common people, their hearts are with you, but their swords are against you.”

They told him how Qays Ibn Mashar al-Saydawi was killed. Then, the Imam recited,

“Among the believers are men who are true to whatever covenant they made with God. Some of then have fulfilled [their covenant], some of them are waiting [to do so], and have not made any changes [in the religion].”2

Tarammah Ibn ′Uday al‑Ta’y said to the Imam, “I saw people before leaving Kufah and asked what the commotion was. They said that they were being recruited and sent to fight against the Imam. I urge you, by God, not to go to them. I do not see anyone with you. I request you to come with us to our mountain called Aja. We were able to isolate ourselves from the kings of Ghassan and Himyar. If you stay with us for ten days, I guarantee you that 20,060 of my tribe, the Tays would follow you and do whatever you order.”

The Imam refused and said, “We have a promise between us and these people and we can not leave until we see the result.”

The Imam thanked him, but refused. Then Tarammah asked permission to go by himself to deliver what he has to deliver for his family, and then return to join the Imam’s camp. The Imam allowed him to do so, and he went, but he was too late in his return. On his way, he heard that Imam was killed.

🥀 Qasr Bani Maqatil

When the Imam set camp here, he saw another camp already set. He asked about them and they told him it is for ‘Ubaydullah al‑Ju’fi. When the Imam sent some of his followers to see him, Ju’fi asked them what they wanted, and the messenger said, “This is a message from Imam Husayn, asking you to help him.”

Ju’fi replied, “I swear by God, I left Kufah only because of what I saw, that people were leaving to fight against him and I knew that he is going to be killed and I am not going to help him. That is why I left Kufah so that I would be safe. I do not want to see him and I do not want him to see me.”

The messengers brought the reply back to Imam Husayn. The Imam got up, and with a group of his followers, went to Ju’fi’s camp. Ju’fi received him well, honored him, and said, “I have not seen anyone of better character or more handsome than Husayn.”

Then, Ju’fi asked the Imam if he used red henna or black dye to dye his beard.

The Imam replied, “O! Aging and gray hair came to me soon.”

When they sat, the Imam said, “Your people have written to me and asked my help and invited me to come to them. Now, it appears that it is not the case. You have sins in your life. Do you wish to erase them by repentance?”

Ju’fi said, “What is that, O son of the Messenger of God!”

The Imam replied, “You help the son of the daughter of the Prophet and fight by his side.”

Ju’fi said, “Indeed, I know that whoever follows you will be happy in the Hereafter, but what can I do to help? I saw no one in Kufah who would help you, and I do not like to die. Therefore, I give you my horses as gifts to you. This horse of mine, which is called Malhaqah, is the best horse to give victory to me, and I was not willing to give it to anybody in my life.”

The Imam replied, “If you are not willing to fight with us, we do not need your horses and we do not need you.” Then, the Imam quoted, “And I am not one who takes the support of people who are astray.”3

The Imam said to Ju’fi “I do not take those who are astray as helpers. Now I will advise you as you have advised me. If you are able to avoid our call and not watch us die, do so. Indeed, whoever hears us and does not help us will go to hell.”

Also at this stop, the heads of two other Arab tribes met the Imam. The Imam asked them, “Are you coming to help us?”

They said, “We have children and we have been trusted with the wealth of people and we want to keep their trust.”

The Imam said the same to them, “Leave. Do not hear our call for help. Indeed, whoever hears our call for help and does not help us will end up in hell.”

At the end of the night, the Imam ordered his followers to leave Qasr Bani Maqatil

🥀 Naynawa

When the Imam’s caravan came near this place, they saw a man on a horse coming towards them. He was carrying a message from Ibn Ziyad to Hurr.

Hurr came and read the letter to Imam Husayn, “Be firm with Husayn. When you read my letter, do not let him camp anywhere but in the desert where there is no water and no fortification.”

The Imam said, “Then, let us go to Nineveh or Ghadariyyah or Shufayyah.”

Hurr replied, “I cannot do that because the messenger is a spy on me.”

Zuhayr Ibn al‑Qayn said, “O, grandson of the Messenger of God! To kill these people now is easier than fighting with the reinforcements that will come after them. Let us start fighting and finish them. After these will come people that we will not be able to fight.”

The Imam said, “I am not going to start the fighting.”

Zuhayr said, “There is a village here on the Euphrates and has a fort and the Euphrates crosses it. Let us go there.”

The Imam asked, “What is it called?”

He said, “It’s called Aqr (in Arabic, means ‘the cutting’.”

The Imam said, “I seek refuge with God from Aqr.”

Then, the Imam asked Hurr to let him go a little bit further. Hurr agreed and the Imam’s caravan went with Hurr’s troops following behind until they reached Karbāla’.

~ Ali Husayn Jalali

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1. The Holy Quran; Sura of al-Israa

(17:71)

2. The Holy Quran; Sura of al-Ahzāb

(33:23)

3. The Holy Quran; Sura of al-Kahf

(18:51)

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