#lashed to the slave stick

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

#Nile #Death metal #technical death metal #amongst the catacombs of nephren ka #annihilation of the wicked #vile nilotic rites #kafir #lashed to the slave stick #those whom the gods detest #hate eternal #suffocation #cryptopsy #immolation #necrophagist #metal blog #ithyphallic #black seeds of vengeance

[six-eyed-samurai]

AGAIN AND AGAIN - A REINCARNATION AU

Help, what have I done? Sorry if this doesn't fit the characters, I was writing it sleep deprived and as neutral as possible. Support me and my poetry (that I came up with in the shower)

Heavens blessed me with you

The Knight, who when your parents announced you would marry you off to some elderly Lord, kept true to his word and took you away, escaping into the clashing colors of freedom and love in another kingdom far, far away, only for your world to darken into black and white once more when your enraged parents caught up and had him executed; it was now your turn to keep your side of the oath and join him in the afterlife when you drank the poisoned chalice.

In every rebirth

The Roman General who passed by you, lashing out any "potential buyer" when he walked disgusted through the slave market - he bought you freedom and yet somehow you stayed with him forever willingly cuffed by shackles of affection...until he died of an assassination and you were hung for having an "affair" with someone of higher class, but not before you both screamed to whatever god that would listen to come back to each other once more.

I promise I'll find you

The Baker who's never cared a penny about the other air headed girls from his small British village until you, a young noble lady recently moved into the old Baskerville Manor, turned up requesting his help in setting a banquet. Excuses after excuses pile up from both sides in an attempt to extend your brief time together but soon, oh, too soon, you leave as per your family's orders and he's left to wonder how you're doing now, because after years and years of searching they refused to let him in.

Through tears, death, dreams and mirth

The White American who finds you working day in day out at the laundry lady's for little to no pay, so from his not so small tips grew to slipping love letters through the pockets of his clothes, but soon you're fired and bade to leave for your skin colour and he's still bitterly cursing the townspeople for their blind racism.

And I know it's just a gamble

The Hockey player who grins at you who always shows up to his games in every match until he asks you out on an ice skating date, but alas, how could he have known that the day you finally showed up in his jersey, much to his delight, would be the day a crazed fan clubbed you on the head with his own hockey stick, much to your doom? He left the industry as cold as the rink.

Unfair, repeated roll of dice

The F1 Racer who whines about the most ridiculous problems happening to his car and making bad impressions of the other drivers just to see his beloved mechanic even crack a smile - no oil or dirt stained on you could ever dim that brilliant smile when you both went on a joyride together into the sunset...oh, wait, his death on the track did.

But in this temporary, fleeting

The Roommate who knows exactly what you want for breakfast every morning, and soon it spiraled into having a meal together for lunch and dinner too, especially when he added candles and rose petals! You still make your coffee the same way he did even after your studies took you abroad and both of you decided it was for the best to break up.

Moment in fast ending time

The Landlord who did NOT expect such a cute little you to move on when he decided to make a little cash on the side renting out his spare room...never mind, it's still on rent because now you've moved into his room. He managed to save your photo album from the charred remains of your house though...although he couldn't save you.

Tell me, oh tell me

The Drug dealer who just recently entered your big brother's gang, who protected you with his scrawny body every time any sexually frustrated asshole came to harass you. Your declarations of love didn't come in heartfelt words or gifts but a smoked joint with each other. You both didn't get delusional, because why should you when your fantasies were right in front? It was the same when you overdosed after someone ratted him out and sent him to a life sentence in prison.

Darling love of mine

The Mafioso who charms you with his suave words and cool under fire attitude, causing you to giggle and kick your feet whenever he came back to your door with flirtations and blood on his face from those who disrespected the mob boss's goddaughter. It was the classic romantic Italian dinner when he got down one one knee...except for the part when his rivals arrived to gun him down and you're left staring at his broken body and shattered ring.

You're just as lost

The Neighbour who had no idea the babysitter for the kids next door would be so goddamned FINE - if only he hadn't fumbled and stumbled over his words in the elevator! But that's alright, even little Ray and Katie are rooting for him and you! Your first date might not be fancy, but he was more starstruck in awe of you than he was of the night sky as you sat on top of the roof.

In paradise

"I feel like I've know you all my life."

"In every lifetime?"

"Maybe!"

And somewhere deep inside, you both knew it for certain: the endless cycles of pain were finally broken.

"I'm so glad of whatever karma that I did in my previous life got me to meet you!"

"You better continue it in this life so I can see you in the next one!"

Not karma, actually, but a series of broken promises finally repaired.

***

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#394

This is a direct follow up to story Story #387 and Story #389.

“Come sit between my legs….  So you are Tim Stone’s fag son.  Sit….  No no.  Don’t ease down.  I want you to sit like you don’t have a gigantic plug in your cunt.  Get up and sit back down hard….

“That’s better.  I should have looked at your plug first.  Get up and bend over.  Let me see it….  Damn, Lloyd really loves his big plugs. 

“Go ahead and sit back down.  And sit down normally….  Damn looks like you are in pain.  Aww that’s too bad.  Shut up with the groaning.  It makes it hard to enjoy my scotch.  Here take my glass and go refresh it.  Yeah, get up.

“…I see Lloyd has one of his pecker cages on you.  Bryce has asked me to take it off for tomorrow.  He has a lot planned for you on his return. 

“I go for the Macallan.  It’s a tall bottle that’s wider on top and narrower at the base.  Put two ice cubes in first, then fill it up to where the second cube is covered.  And bring me my shirt.

“…No don’t sit yet.  That cage needs to come off.  Reach into my shirt pocket and get the key out….

“Give it to me and present your pecker to me.  I don’t know why Lloyd loves these things.  It denies a perfectly good punishment tool.  Look at these balls.  One good smack… like that, and it sends a message to the fag.  I can get the same reaction if I were to swat your pecker.

“Have a seat.  Here comes my boy.

“Hey boy.  Did you give the paperwork to Master Lloyd?  Good.  So, this is the new faggot.

“Hey faggot.  This is my boy.  Both of you are at the bottom of the slave hierarchy, but know this, he outranks you.  He craves being treated the lowest of lows, and I wouldn’t want him any other way.  But he outranks you.

“Boy, did Master Lloyd plug you?...  Let me see.

“Fuck that’s hot.  Faggot, stand next to boy then bend over in his same position.  I want to see those two plugged cunts side-by-side….  Fuck!  You two are pretty.  Nice plump asses with a large plug shoved into your cunts.  What’s nice about these plugs are they are made with a hook in the base that allows weights or chains to be secured to.

“Let’s have some fun.  Go inside to the playroom. 

“…Interesting.  You two are the exact same size, although boy has a plumper ass.

“Faggot, has Lloyd said anything about your hair?...  No?  I’m surprised.

“Boy, when I am done, you will remain here and shave faggot free of every hair on his body below his nose.  Leave his eyebrows and lashes.  Clip the hair on his head to a number 2 guard.  You know I can’t stand hairdos on a slave.

“Here’s a good enough spot.  I want you both to get on all fours facing away from each other….  Back into each other so those cunt plugs touch.

“Good.  Now move a few inches away from the other.  Like that.

“Ok faggots, I have a three-foot heavy chain here.  I have attached it to each of your cunt plugs.  It’s simple.  It’s a tug-o-war.  Your goal is to pull the plug out of the other’s cunt.  Loser gets beat.  I got this new belt over in Munich and I’m interested in trying it out on some slave skin.

“Go!

“Fuck yeah!  The other reason why I love these plugs Lloyd chose is because they are narrow at the base and very fat.  So you are finding out that they are difficult… and painful… to pull out against your will.

“Work harder!  Pull you mother fuckers!  Pull! 

“No, no faggot!  Get that hand away from that table leg.  You can’t reach for anything. 

“…What the fuck are you doing faggot?  Your collar is shocking you?  Too bad.  It wasn’t me.  You keep forgetting that one of us can shock your collar at any time.  They probably saw you on the closed live video feed trying to cheat. 

“AM I RIGHT?

“I’ll take that second jolt to your collar as a yes.

“Oh look at what you did.  You were too fucking focused on being shocked that you relaxed your cunt.  Boy wins.

“Jesus!  Look at that gape!  Faggot, stick your cunt up high.  Boy, pull his cheeks apart.  I want whoever is watching to see. 

“…Well that shock to the collar is telling me they like it.

“It’s going to look good for tomorrow.

“Boy!  I know you want in there.  You have one minute.  And while you are in there, shit out your plug.

“Faggot, my boy is eating your gape not as a reward to you, but rather for him.  For some reason, the boy likes eating out gaping holes. 

“No, you are going to get the punishment you deserve.  We need you welted up as well.

“…And here’s the tiny little device I was looking for.  Haven’t used one of these in a while. 

“Ok slaves.  Get up and stand here.  Facing each other.  Real close.  Why don’t the two of you start kissing each other?  Get those tongues going.  Put your arms around each other’s waist and pull in.  I want your crotches to be smashed into each other….  Like that.

“Both of you hold still.  Keep in mind I have both your ball sacks and their contents in my hand.  Don’t pull back or they will all be yanked off.  You got that?

“…Faggot, did you hear what my boy said?  He said, ‘Sir! Yes Sir!’  I better start hearing that coming from you.  You understand?...  That’s better. 

“I have just put your ball sacks and the useless nuts they carry into the same ball cuff.  It’s designed to only have one set secured.  There’s no way for a single ball to get through.  You two are attached to each other.  Don’t fall because you will rip both sets of balls off.

“Get back to French kissing each other.  This clip will connect your collars together and keep you in that kissing pose.

“Now don’t fall.  No matter where the belt will strike, you want to remain standing.  And I’m going to be aiming for the flesh in front of me.  I don’t care where it lands or even who.

“Let’s begin.  Got you both!  Scream into each other’s mouth.  Oh yeah.  That’s it; save yourself by twisting the other into the strike. 

“Keep those hands away!  Damn!  This is fun….  Fag!  That’s going to leave one hell of a welt.

“Hands up!

“…Well that was close.  You two almost took a tumble. 

“Let’s do this.  Put your hands above your head.  Point your wrist cuffs inward….

“…Almost got it.  There!  You two are now secured to that winch.  And with a few button pushes, you are stretched high and standing on your tip toes.

“Wow.  That looks hot…. 

“…With your bodies stretched like that, it’s going to hurt even more!  Fuck that is going to be one nasty welt on your back faggot.

“You are going to be covered head-to-toe in welts by the time Bryce returns.  You’ll be shaved smooth with a slave haircut.  Your cunt is going to be one giant gape.  He’s going to love seeing the mess that you have become.

“Oh yes, our own CEO is going to play with you next.  And he’s bringing a guest.  Yup, your dad is going to see his son for the first time in weeks.  Despite what Lloyd told you early on in order to get you to agree to submit to us, your dad was never told about how big the pain pig piss drinking sperm burping fag you are. I can't wait to see his reaction.

“You are going to need a lot more welts though.  Fuck yeah!  A lot more welts.”

This story continues in Story #400

[fumifooms]

Hi hi! I'm sure you have loads of asks to get through. But if you may, we talk a lot about Chilchuck and Marcille (as we should 'cause they're great!), but since you've mentioned that Laios is your fave char, I would love to hear if you have any takes on Laios and Izutsumi's dynamic. I feel sometimes like she doesn't really like him...? It's funny but I also feel bad for him sometimes. ^^;;

You can’t ask me this and expect me to not drop everything else I’m doing. Little did you know they are my brotp. They are so special. Izutsumi gets along more with literally everyone in the party, but their relationship was so narratively important. They’re a really underrated and overlooked dynamic! I’ve had them as a topic at the back of my mind for a while, seeing someone else interested was all the push I needed gdbdg. This isn’t super long though, their issues with each other and lil arc is surprisingly brief and easy to summarize.

Laios & Izutsumi : what’s their deal with each other

For me one foundational train of thought for Izutsumi & Laios is, well. I read this awesome smart post deconstructing how Izutsumi’s beef with Laios is because she only just broke free and wants freedom without having someone ordering her around, and that’s sort of her whole character arc, isn’t it?

Isn’t Izutsumi’s picky eating a reflection of just that? In a life where she was a slave, she could at least control what she chose to eat and not eat. But then you might wonder, why did the narrative want her to grow out of that? Simply put, Izutsumi has a contrarian streak, one that is often extremely counterproductive. We saw that especially near the beginning, with how hard it was to make her work with them as a team. The issue is that now that she is free, she needs to not block out others by habit, to not lash out and refuse the healthy things in life, the people who want good for her. And that’s something that’s addressed in the succubus chapter as well as the fight against the ice golem, that she shouldn’t insist that she can do everything alone and fight against any team effort.

I love how onesided the Laios izutsumi dynamic is. He stays away from her generally, like doesn’t interact much, but he wants the cat pats… Which Izu made clear she did NOT want. And Chil is the only one in the party to not really see her as a cat for most of the story really, as shown in the relationship chart. He’s well meaning and wants the best for her, but he crowds her and doesn’t understand her at all. But he reallyyy wants to get along with her.

On the other hand, Izutsumi’s very existence and identity gave Laios an immense amount of hope that Falin could be brought back and still be herself and live well, even if she still had part of a dragon’s soul in her. I think that’s a lovely way to contrast the way that Izutsumi hates herself as a beastkin and her body, while Laios is like "Thank you, your existence as you are is the answer to all my worries" AND he super likes monster bodies and beastkins so it’s like. I think part of her hostility to him, besides feeling like he doesn’t understand her perspective and is maybe dismissive of what his party members want (which would remind her of Maizuru to some degree probably), is that he says all these good things about her being a beastkin, and it’s so jarring with her own version of herself that it raises her hackles and she reacts negatively, especially with how flippant and eager he is about it. But yes like, this is their first meeting!! Beyond his interest in her as a beastkin because of his monster hobby, Laios is just so very grateful for her and chooses to put his trust in her.

That’s interesting too, how one of the first things she asks about upon meeting them is why the hell they would want to rescue Falin even if she were to stay as a chimera-beastkin and still have the dragon soul in her. It’s her asking "Who would want to stick with a beastkin?" thinking that there’s something fundamentally wrong with having two souls and it making you unlovable. And their differing views on monsters do make them clash

But ultimately he chills out about her, which ironically enough shows in the way that they don’t interact much- He gives her space, and accepts that the beastkin may not like him. BUT at the end of the day they have an incredible bond of trust- Laios asks Izutsumi to kill him if something goes wrong with the Winged Lion. Not only is that sort of an intimate request and act, but that means that he leaves it up to Izutsumi’s judgement as well to know if it went wrong and when to act. He doesn’t only trust her skills but also her decision making, despite how tough they’ve been on each other in the past. He’s giving her the ultimate role, the go ahead to make or break their plan and be the difference between saving or destroying the world. And the last tidbit of info we get on their relationship in canon is when she hides behind him because she’s shy- Certified having befriended the cat moment. She trusts him and sees him as a safe person! And by saying that she’s shy, he’s showing that he did end up understanding her and how she is.

No matter the rocky parts of their relationship, they still have a strong foundation to it and were great allies and road companions, one of the few persons that had each other’s back when it mattered the most, both for the world and for their personal arcs. And post-canon, well…

He’s accepted that she needs space and whatnot, and meanwhile she’s accepted his interest in monsters and taken it in stride 😌 They end up having this familiarity with each other and even if there’s still a bunch of emotional distance imo and they never really got into the nitty gritty with each other not like her with Chilchuck or even Marcille, they see each other. They nod in greeting and respect each other from afar……. But also still tease and chat familiarly up close and if she offers him the opportunity for cuddles he will take it. You know, if it’s not her just falling onto him because she’s sleeping she has no respect.

Siblings behavior… If you know my take on the general party dynamics, I love thinking of Laios & Izu’s dynamic as him being an older brother figure where they have a love-hate relationship. Siblings rivalry. I have a bunch of funny little doodles I’ve wanted to make with them for months, the prompts for which are in the screenshot put below. But yeah like you know, they’re protective of each other but in that very critical way as well, truly forged by being stuck with each other for a while and having to come to understand and accept how the other is. Strife with conflict, but ultimately sticking with each other through thick and thin… Siblings siblings SIBLINGS SIBLINGS SIBLINGS. Sigh I just want them to cuddle on a couch and she purrs while simultaneously being snide and mean to him, they are so… Izutsumi is the character ever

Oh, which! While I’m here, I always recommend this fanfic about the two of them interacting and Laios treating her like a cat, it’s just fun and lighthearted. They’re suuuuch an underrated duo

If I find more Laios & Izu moments I think are worth sharing I’ll just add it onto this I think. We shouldn’t be too hard on him he was raised by dogs so cats are a whole other language to him but also, so wild to me that he never tried to engage with her on a cat level properly like where is the hissing at the catgirl and the cat taming moments, he sucks at socializing with cats smh smh.

I want to do an analysis of queerness in Dungeon Meshi with relationships and social norms and stuff and Izutsumi’s arc is gonna be central to that too. Her relationship with EVERYONE is SOOO GOOD AND IMPORTANT AND COMPELLING. But I guess this is where I leave it off for now, I hope I’m not forgetting any point I wanted to make hmmm

#Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #izutsumi #laios touden #laizu brotp #Analysis #relationship analysis #Idk idk. Scene analysis #arc analysis #Fumi rambles #This is my brother and this is my sister! We are siblings and we care for each other! #What’s that? We have a younger sister. You thought we were two but there is another. Come on Izu snap out of that trance it’s time to do #THE SIBLINGS DANCE #Ask #Falin & Izutsumi would be so good too actually #That “you can trust your sibling to kill you if needed” thing where it’s even more relevant bc of Laios and faligon GGDBDKDB #Killing someone for their own good is siblings coded in dunmeshi real?? /j

[dawndelion-winery]

Mad Scientist's PA

Part 2 to this but can be read alone

Dottore × GN! Reader

    Being Zandik's favourite person had its pros and cons. Mostly cons, you'd say, for he was very much like a cat in the sense that he was very demanding of your attention when it was convenient for him, bestowing upon you the subtlest of gestures of appreciation in turn, be it a nearly unnoticeable nod or a barely audible hum of approval.

    "Here," you huffed, dropping a small bag of cookies on the table as you took your seat beside him (he had oh so thoughtfully "helped" you apply for all the same classes as him), to which his gaze barely flickered over, his hand never ceasing the motion of scribbling on loose parchment. To an outsider's eye, it might seem like he was ignoring you, but you knew better. The fact that he had even made that subtle motion was telling enough he was acknowledging you; had it been anyone else, he'd have continued act as though they weren't there - or should they encroach on his personal space, lash out.

    You simply carried on as he did, laying out your things and beginning your own note taking until the class reached a point of discussion. As per the arrangement (decided by Zandik), he was your discussion partner.

    "I think you could afford to learn a few new recipes," Zandik grumbled as he bit into a cookie. His face was impassive, bored, with crumbs sticking around his mouth. Regardless of his complaints, he was getting through the baked goods at an alarming rate.

    "And I think you could afford to get breakfast before class," you retorted, to which he scoffed, rubbing the crumbs off his face with his sleeve and pointing at you. "Then bring me breakfast before class."

    You narrowed your eyes at him and sighed as you returned to your work, knowing full well there was no winning arguments with him. This worked well enough in your favour, since Zandik didn't take well to being disregarded. And his solution to reclaiming your attention? Activating tutor mode. Almost like flicking a switch, he scooches his chair closer to you, leaning over your shoulder for an actual discussion on the material. In times like this, you could almost forget what an overbearing slave driver he was.

    You hated to admit it, but classes were a breeze with him. As much as you'd like to attribute it to your own quick wit and understanding, you knew better than to ignore how much help you've gotten from Zandik - there were things he'd taught you that you were sure even the professor's weren't aware of. If things carried on the way they were until your graduation, you'd doubtlessly be qualified for any career you wanted. As you thought about it, Zandik prodded your cheek with his pen, asking what had you so deep in thought, and rolling his eyes as he resumed writing, pointing out how you'd missed a good few pages worth of notes.

    You scrambled to try catch up, muttering about how you were just thinking about the future. "Just wondering what I'll be once I graduate."

    "What's there to think about?" He scoffed as he slid over the notes you'd missed. "You'll be my personal assistant, just like you are now."

    You didn't quite process his words while you were rushing to catch up, but once class had ended, it finally hit you. "What do you mean? I can't just work for you my whole life."

    "Why not?" He seemed genuinely confused, as though he'd never considered your protests a possibility. "I'd pay you well."

    "To fetch things for you? Running errands like some intern?"

    "That and handling my experimental data...and my chores...and meals...oh heck, let's just call it miscellaneous tasks and more."

    If he had the social awareness to read the disgust on your face, he sure didn't show it, grinning at you without a care in the world.

"By the way, have I ever told you how much I enjoy your cooking?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Zandik."

    You did end up as his personal assistant. You comforted yourself by insisting it was your choice - no one paid as generously as he did!! It was the logical decision to make. Were you sent on the most random of tasks and expected to be at his beck and call 24/7? Yes, but compared to slaving away for hours each day, you only ever really needed to focus on the occasional odd job here and there. The rest of your time could be spent as you wished until his next task so long as you remained contactable. He was pretty lax like that. As odd as Zandik was, he wasn't delusional enough to believe you'd stay with him when anyone would be happy to hire you fresh out of the akademiya. Which was really what led to the working perks with him.

    "Coffee, my dear," Zandik - or rather, Dottore as he went by now - demanded without so much as raising his head, only lifting his mug and holding it out for you to fill. Begrudgingly, you dragged your feet over, bringing the coffee big with you.

    "It's four in the *yawn* morning...Za- Dottore...can we just go to bed already..." you groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

    "Of course you're free to sleep. I'll wake you when you're needed."

    Narrowing your eyes in suspicion, you set down the mug on the counter, letting him know you'd be off. Yeah, maybe don't take his word for it next time. His idea of walking you was screeching your name til you showed up.

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[foressfaction]

My Jack and Toby headcanons (they're bfs)

The scar I usually draw over Toby's nose was actually given to him by Jack. When they first met, Jack only saw Toby as another victim to kill and eat. What else could you expect when a demon see's another random human. They ended up having a pretty bad fight at the very beginning due to Jack's animal instincts. Toby left a nasty scar over Jack's back and Jack left a deep cut from his nails on Toby's face. So now they both still have sorta matching scars from their first encounter. Are they happy memories? No. Sometimes Jack gets angry that Toby doesn't cover it up more. As covering that part of his face would involve either a full face mask or constantly wearing gauze over it, which is what he DOES do often. Jack tries not to be as harsh on the other about it but he doesn't like seeing the scar he put on Toby and remembering how he used to be and that he had hurt someone he cares so dearly about now.

As for ages and other basic information, they are two years apart. Jack is 21 while Toby is 19. Jack has long pointy ears that come from the sides of his head along with a long thin tail that has a poof at the end of it that's the same color as his hair. Jack stands at around 6'8, his animalistic legs giving him a huge height advantage. While Toby stays around 5'6-5'7 when not slouching.

The main reason Jack actually didn't manage to kill Toby was because when going for the goal, Toby's kidneys, he took notice of the operator symbol carved into him. Jack knows way too well to mess with any of that entity's 'proxies.' As last time he attacked one and killed them, The Operator struck Jack hard and left bad mental trauma. Technically…Jack is terrified of that thing, and wants nothing to do with it. Much less be involved in another killing of its proxies.

Jack still occasionally gets monstrous urges to attack and kill Toby even now that they are close. Everyday it's a risk that Toby takes to still stick around Jack. That fact alone makes Jack feel special, that even with his tendencies and urges, Toby remains unafraid of him. This is what makes him get so attached.

As dangerous as it is, following the last statement, Toby does stick around. He doesn't even realize how much that means to Jack. He himself can't understand why the other wouldn't just kill him day one. Toby is severely disaster prone and is not scared of dying, plus he's tried to commit several times himself. Being around Jack during the other's manic episodes is natural to him. Even in times that Jack would attack and try to hurt Toby, he would almost let it happen. It's dangerous how much trust he puts into the demon, but after so long it no longer bothers either of them, as they both know they have more control than the thing that tries to take them over and ruin what little happiness they do have.

What does the Operator think of these two? Well it doesn't really matter. Its only motive is to break its chosen puppet's minds. If it knows one of its 'precious proxies' has found peace of mind and true happiness then it realizes it can no longer manipulate them into thinking that it is the only thing filling that empty hole it impaled into their hearts from the start. Love and friendship being its one true pet peeve its human slaves can experience.

Due to its hatred to the relationship, whenever Toby has a dark moment, the operator gets him away from Jack and then tries to take control. Upon success, Toby would immediately lash out and attack Jack. It's the same situation Jack has with his inner demon, instead that is apart of Jack, while for Toby it's a completely different story. After weeks of this repeating, Jack usually has to restrain Toby, knowing how that thing can be, it would have no problem tearing the boy apart just to get to Jack's mind as well. Jack now knows not to ever truly leave Toby alone by himself with his still healing mind. And Toby knows not to pry or tempt Jack in any way involving food or accidentally angering the demon. These two are bombs waiting to blow up if any little thing goes wrong. And that's really sad.

I feel like Jack would be the tired but supportive dad personality type when it comes to Toby. Motherfucker shows up with 6 different kinds of tree bark and goes on an autism rant about what he knows about each one and how flammable they are while Jack would sit in a crouched position, ears perked in interest. No matter what it is, Jack is always wanting to be a part of it. When NOT angered, Jack is like a big cat. He doesn't understand these silly human emotions Toby experiences and kinda lowkey uses the boy to learn them again. Toby can show a span of different emotions within just an hour. He's such a spaz and a mess but that also helps Jack study and learn these mannerisms so he can be a better friend/boyfriend. So if it takes sitting and listening to Toby go on about something Jack has absolutely no idea about then he will.

Due to not understanding Toby completely, being a different species and all, Jack will occasionally ask personal, weird or just normally creepy questions. Not trying to be either of those things obviously, he doesn't know what to ask or how others feel about things. He's lucky it's Toby he asks these questions because all he does is cackly stupidly at them while Jack just lowers his ears and frowns in confusion. Bro just wants to know things that he will never get to personally experience or know. These questions could range from questions about body fluids, how humans digest, how they do their business, basic stuff. Sometimes Jack lacks a filter of basic modesty though, and asks things that could really catch Toby off guard and embarrass the absolute shit out of him. Technically Jack is an unconscious rizzler.

For a relationship, cheesy things like pet names don't cross either or their minds but they still subconsciously do it. Jack has tiny furs that cover his entire body that makes his skin super soft and well, fuzzy. Especially his hands and elbows. Due to this fact, Toby spat up a stupid nickname that he calls him religiously. That name being 'Fuzzy.' Jack of course doesn't understand that having fur is natural to him, having no recollection of his once human life. Jack would sometimes wonder why Toby didn't have fur, and how the other stays warm even without it. Jack knows he's human, but that still just boggles him. I feel he'd ask "So are all humans skinned at birth?" "WHAT?!-"

Jack has no eyes but can still see, but not how he used to at all. His vision is very dark and almost grainy. At night he sees mostly in infrared and relies on sound and vibrations. Toby is helpful to him for that due to the other's tics. One thing Jack would never understand. As yeah Toby IS human, but not a healthy one at that. The boy has many disorders that make him different than the average person, this confusing Jack even more about him.

Toby's problem of being completely numb has always concerned Jack. He remembered studying nursing and to be a doctor but never why, or when that was. Still occasionally Jack would recall certain things he learned and would be the aid to Toby when the other would hurt himself and not even know it. I feel like if anyone it would be Jack to notice first if the other was seeming off or weak. I feel like Jack had to point out multiple times "You're bleeding-" "am i?"

Jack would keep Toby well bandaged and healing too, somehow knowing how to treat a wound better than Toby who's been doing it ever since he stayed around the forest. Toby is very thankful to have Jack's help but that doesn't mean he would let him help every time. Jack mainly has to beg Toby to let him help, as the other is literally laying in his own blood, denying it as if he knows jack shit about what's happening or where the wound even is due to the lack of pain.

Jack doesn't fully understand how sick Toby really is. He watches the other down pills constantly and doesn't know why. The Slender sickness is a thing in this universe and all of the people who are close to that entity deal with it. Toby is like a puppet to that thing so he has the sickness pretty bad.

I like to think that they were each other's first ever hug after the incidents that happened to them. After Jack hugged Toby that's when he realized that he might actually truly love the boy.

Toby is absolutely obsessed with Jack's tail. I feel he would just sit and hold it when sad and Jack would just let him. Obviously confused on why but he eventually learned to just stop questioning this boy.

Neither of them really have a full grasp on what love actually is, but they show it as if they do. Jack is very lovable when he wants to be and Toby got used to it. Formerly being someone who hated physical touch. Only Jack. Only Jack..

There was actually a time when Toby let Jack literally take one of his kidneys. It was all Toby's choice too, doing it knowing that one, he wouldn't feel it, and two it would help Jack tame his hunger and urges. Letting Jack have one actually made the demon crave eating the other a lot less, knowing he at least got a piece. The healing process was a bitch but both were content about it. Toby was a cackling mess the whole time, seeing Jack's expression shift when Toby was perfectly willing to let the other take an organ he could live with one of. "Are you sure? i don't wanna hurt you" "you want the kidney or not." "....yeah…."

They definitely work together when getting food for Jack. Toby eats normal food and Jack can't, therefore they work together constantly and hunt food for Jack. It's mostly trespassers that enter the forest that get killed first. Toby is usually the distraction while Jack goes for the kill. Toby chops the body up and helps Jack store it.

Jack is very insecure about his face, hence the mask he wears. The way Toby found out what Jack looks like is actually pretty funny. Curiosity gets the best of him and he eventually just ripped the mask off of Jack, seeing that when the other wears it is when Jack is the most hostile. Jack obviously was frozen in embarrassment, scared his face would make Toby fear him but Toby's reaction was nothing more than a shrug. He wasn't scared of Jack or judged him for his face, in fact Toby only held Jack's face in both his hands and just stared at him. They're falling for eachother your honor.

Going along with the mask thing, Toby would definitely wear Jack's mask around just to get a reaction from the other, which would usually be Jack just yanking it back with a cackle.

Jack would totally just put his hand on Toby's head and just rub his hair like a mangy dog. "so soft-" "boy what-"

Au Headcanons

Toby would 100% be a stoner. He'd probably get zooted almost every night and Jack would get highly concerned but never think much of it. At this point he learned a lot about Toby and knows what he's gone through. He knew weed was bad but if it helped Toby then he would be there to support if the other became immobile from how absolutely zooted he'd get.

Toby always tend to fall asleep better when Jack is around. There's times where he literally leaned into the other and just fell asleep right then and there. Jack ends up having to carry him to his room or somewhere with a cushion. This happens with Jack too but he usually wakes up before Toby could tuck him in somewhere. Jack is a rather light sleeper while Toby could sleep through a nuclear war once he actually gets to sleep.

#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #eyeless jack #eyelessjackheadcanons #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #ticcijack #Spotify

[sporkberries]

I’ve been thinking about the portrayal of SA and misogyny within fallout new vegas, from the Fiends and Caesar’s Legion specifically I think new vegas does a pretty good job at portraying oppression and abuse without seeming... for lack of a better term masturbatory. It’s by no means perfect obviously but i think its a solid attempt. The(living) victims of rape that we see within New Vegas( Pretty Sarah, Corporal Besty, and Siri) all have stories that i found pretty moving, relatable and truly heart wrenching. I think Betsy and Siri are the two that really stick out to me the most( sarah i struggled with getting involved in that quest line as it was too triggering ). Betsy is the definition of a “messy” victim. What Cook-Cook did to her left lasting scars, ones she refuses to acknowledge. And she’s angry she’s angry and she’s hypersexual and she’s lashing out at everyone in her life about it. She doesn’t want to be seen as weak and she doesn’t want to be a burden( i think her being a lesbian and very proud of that further bothers her as well, the fact a man was able to assault her weighs on her). Though her actions(especially her more pervy behaviour) aren’t excused by the narrative it’s very clearly a side affect of the severe trauma she experienced. I think it would have been really easy to have turned the Cook-Cook bounty/quest into a rape revenge story and I’m glad they didn’t. Sure she gives you some cash if you kill the bastard but the main way to help Betsy isnt (rightfully) killing her rapist but to help her get the help she needs, convincing her that her fellow soldiers care about her. It’s not common for more “messy” victims to be portrayed in media and personally Besty means a lot to me for that. Now contrast her with Siri, who is the complete opposite and equally strong because of it. Siri is a slave for Caesar’s Legion and given that she’s also a woman its not hard to guess what that entails. There’s been moments in video games where I’ve cried or felt disgusted and scared but when Siri warns a female legion courier about what legion men do and what they’ve been saying about her it makes me so... I dont even know how to put it into words(as my feelings on this topic are much harder to pin down and articulate compared to betsy). Even if you’re aiding the very men who are doing the awful things to her and the other women she doesn’t want you to experience what she’s gone through. She’ll warn the courier of what the legioners say about her of what they want to do and it’s just... god. I realize this isnt very well put together but its hard to know what to say about Siri other than she fucks me up. I realize there isn’t much of a thesis to this post but if there was it would be that I feel very seen by these women, and their stories and experiences manage to affect and move me greatly, while not being profoundly irritating and disgusting like so many other rape stories(especially written by male authors) are.

#i still dont think the fiends as a group are written that well #but yk #rape mention #tw sa #this is a bit rambly i havent had the heart to actually structure and make an essay in a good while #also yeah cook cook TOTALLY needs to die and I kill him every play through #just saying im glad his death wasnt ALL betsys story was about #this is probably fully of spelling mistakes but #this is a bit more personal and just me talking about my feelings so IDC i might even delete this later #slavery #should tag that too #maybe this just says something about how bottom of the barrel it is when it comes to SA stories #Fallout New Vegas #FNV #corporal betsy

[keep-on-burnin]

Tranquility

here’s a cute little one shot I wrote! austin makes me want to combust🥹 Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, unedited cause I’m lazy (sorry), other than that it’s just some fluffy goodness<3

the sun had melted into the horizon, leaving behind a blanket of black velvet covered in stars. The dim moonlight shone through the windows of yours and Austin’s home. glasses filled with red wine accompanied by the half empty bottle sat on the glass coffee table in front of where you laid comfortably on Austin’s chest. Casablanca played on TV, but you could barely hear Humphrey Bogart over the soft beating of Austin’s heart. It was slow and calm as it thumped against your ear; his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths. It was nights like these that you cherished the most.

Tonight Austin wasn’t slaving away on set until the early hours of the morning. He was comfortably sprawled out on the couch with his lover in his arms, a slight buzz zipping through him from the two glasses of wine he had drank. These nights were yours and Austin’s definition of tranquility. Pure bliss.

You slightly maneuvered your head so you could admire Austin’s features. His face was illuminated by the TV as he inventively watched the film he had already watched a million times. His bright blue eyes were darker than normal, considering the only sources of light in your living room were the television and the moon. His plump pink lips were pulled into a soft and content smile. You had truly never seen a man more beautiful than him.

“what are ya looking at?” Austin hummed, bringing you back to reality. You brought your hand that was laid on his chest up to his cheek, resting it there as you slowly rubbed your thumb back and forth along his soft skin.

“you” you simply responded with, a smile growing on your face to match Austin’s.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” you comment again as your thumb makes its way from his cheek bone down to his lips. His eyes always sparkled when he looked at you. To him, you were the most beautiful person to have ever walked the earth. He was totally whipped for you, and he loved it.

His hand that was once resting against your lower back moved up to your hair, where he gently pushed some of your long bangs behind your ear. From there, it moved to rest on your cheek, or rather almost the whole left side of your face.

“thank you honey, but your prettier” Austin drawled, his southern accent sticking out like a sore thumb. You loved it though.

In that moment, time seemed to have stopped. Your eyes bored into his until they flickered down to glance at his lips, which had a small smirk laying across them. You barely had to move to capture his lips in yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, the reminiscence of the wine still sitting in his tongue.

He pulled away slowly, keeping your face close to his by leaning his for head against yours.

“I love you, darlin” he whispered lowly. His long lashes laid against his cheeks as his eyes were still closed, trying to lock away this memory for those long nights on set when he couldn’t be with you. You closed your eyes as well, focusing on the way his leisured breaths fanned across your lips.

“I love you too, aus” you whisper back, reconnecting your lips in another passionate kiss. this moment was the definition of tranquility.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler fluff #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler blurb #austin butler fanfic

[sarcastic-kaz]

happy birthday giyuu!!! have some angst, have some fluff!

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53172199/chapters/135767104

Giyuu readied his sword into a position he often found himself in.

From dawn until he had to return to patrol, Giyuu slaved away at becoming stronger. Faster. Better. Maybe then he would deserve his rank. Make Sabito’s sacrifice worth it.

With a huffing Breath, Giyuu focused on the bamboo stick in front of him. The servants in the Water Estate behind him had begun to start making breakfast, the family who’d tended to the grounds for generations chatting with each other as they went along their routine.

Sweat dripped down his brow as Giyuu’s calf muscle spasmed, the soles of his feet searing with pain. His eyes locked on, uncaring towards all the thinly sliced pieces scattered around the Water Estate's training grounds.

There was supposed to be nothing showing. His body, still as the surface of water. Everything invisible, though under the surface, a raging storm of currents would be about. His sword barely scratching the peace on the water, yet cutting down anything below the calm waves.

Total Concentration Breathing.

Water Breathing.

Eleventh Form.

Dead Calm.

Bring his katana around. Faster than Sabito's, back when they were young and naive towards the true cruelties of demons. Back when their biggest concerns were the callauses forming on their small hands and going to visit the seaside when they were older.

He was an ocean. That was what Urokodaki-san told him. Keep a calm impression, but below, the churning waters would not be able to be stopped, drowning anything he wanted and ripping it all apart viciously.

Deep Breaths, Giyuu reminded himself.

Why was it so hard to breathe?

His ears rang as stars danced behind his eyelids. Giyuu loosened his grip on his katana, the sword falling to the ground. He clutched at his chest through the fabrics of his kimono, mouth choking for air while his hands grasped at dirt.

Hm. His fingers felt tingly. Was that normal? Giyuu's head was spinning, a raggedy breath strung out from his lungs, quietly exhaled.

Something made it past his muffled hearing. Was it shouting? Giyuu couldn't hear himself think.

"He doesn't have a pulse!" Giyuu's eyes shut. Then, it felt like he was being crushed at the depths of the sea.

The Water Hashira's consciousness returned for a glimpse as his eyes peeped open. Shinazugawa sneered, looking down at Giyuu through long lashes. "Tch. Not so high and mighty anymore, huh Tomioka?" 

"Mnnnf." Giyuu groaned, reaching out blindly and managing to grab the Wind Hashira's open uniform. With an almost stunned step, the man shook it off and continued his trek to the Butterfly Mansion.

The newest hashira had been passing near the Water Estate on his way to a long-term mission, when one of the servants had run to him sobbing that their master had died.

Quick inspection, however, found that Tomioka Giyuu actually had a heartbeat. A sluggish one, but enough so that Sanemi would pick up his colleague in a princess carry to transport to their organization's hospital.

Sanemi sighed, looking down at Tomioka's serene face. Damn, they were only seventeen.

Late afternoon sun shone to Giyuu's eyelids, making the Water Hashira wake.

Laying down, Giyuu slowly blinked his eyes as the sun cast right into them. Where was he? What just happened? When the Water Hashira gathered his thoughts, he immediately recognized the location.

The Butterfly Mansion.

Giyuu scrambled out of the uncomfortable bed, springs squeaking as his bare feet his the cold wood floors. Stumbling forwards, Giyuu caught himself on the wall and leaned heavily on it as his vision spun and blacked out and became too bright. With a small, shy groan, Giyuu clutched at his head. 

Damn it. He messed up the Eleventh Form. The ringing in his ears subsided, yet the floor was still shaking as Giyuu unscrewed his facial expression.

He had to get out.

Giyuu’s fingers trembled as they struggled to open the window, gritting his teeth as he steadied his legs. Why wouldn’t the window open? It usually did, in the Butterfly Mansion.

“What’s going on?” Giyuu felt himself freeze as a boisterous voice echoed from the doorway. Slowly turning, the Sound Hashira leaned languidly against the frame, shock evident on his face. Footsteps came closer as Giyuu remained standing beside the window, caught in the act. 

“Tomioka-san?” Kochou’s mouth dropped open. “Are you trying to leave through the window?”

“What the fuck.” Shinazugawa murmured, as Giyuu felt his face burn.

“This isn’t the first time.” Another huffy voice came from the hallway, making the hashira turn. There stood the Flower Hashira’s younger sister, Shinobu. She carried a load of laundry against her hip with her uniform sleeves rolled up. “He’s escaped his rooms as soon as he wakes up, what, five times? I just put him into this room where the windows don’t open.”

They turned back to Giyuu, who felt himself heat up even more. The hashira did not need to know that.

"Well then," Himejima huffed, "I suppose we must keep an eye on Tomioka."

"I mean, a window escapade? And multiple? Flamboyant!" Uzui made a gesture with his hand. "Didn't know that you had it in you, Tomioka!"

Giyuu opened and shut his mouth. What was he supposed to say? They would all make fun of him, for sure. A grown man trying to escape a hospital room via window? Pure comedy. Gods, Giyuu was so stupid.

Then, they'd all be looking after him as if he was just a small child. Something not to be trusted, something unreliable. That was what the Stone Hashira said. To keep him trapped inside white walls, keep his voice locked away.

Giyuu already did that to himself, though.

"Look, your heart basically stopped. Where the fuck did you think you were going?" Shinazugawa spat.

"It is very dangerous!" Kochou huffed and nodded in a serious facade, before switching right back into a nervous expression. "Stop standing, Tomioka-san, go back to bed!"

Before Giyuu could start to protest, Uzui had held him up underneath the arms while Himejima untucked the bed. The two huge hashira forced Giyuu right back under the covers.

"Here, my wives can make you a flashy meal!" Uzui ruffled Giyuu's hair, to which the Water Hashira flinched to. Uzui stopped, looking down towards his bedridden colleague.

"His head must be in terrible pain," Kochou explained, "when the heart stops, even for such a short amount of time, the head takes the worst impact."

"We must pray for your health, Tomioka." Himejima continued. "Who knows the reason your heart stopped in the first place."

Giyuu mumbled something. Shinazugawa snapped. "Oi, say it louder! Not everyone can read minds!"

"It was on purpose." Giyuu cleared his throat to get at least the Wind Hashira to hear. All the hashira slowly turned to look at their quieter coworker.

"...you can do it too?" Uzui's response made the other three only more horrified.

"The hell is wrong with you two freaks?!" Shinazugawa yelled.

"You can't be saying anything, marechi." Himejima replied.

"Neither can you, Himejima-san." Kochou said in a singsong voice, before directing her attention to the patient in bed. "Why would you try and stop your heart from beating?"

"Not stop it," Giyuu corrected, "slow it down."

Silence filled the room. Giyuu fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. All eyes were on him. Judging him.

"Why would you think to do that?" Himejima finally asked.

"Water Breathing," Giyuu answered, "I'm creating a new form."

"I thought that Water Breathing was the oldest style," Shinazugawa blinked, "Thunder and Wind following. Nobody's succeeded in making a whole new form to such an old technique."

"I know." Giyuu swallowed. How much more talking would he have to do? The sooner the hashira left, the quicker he would find his shoes and sneak out the door instead of the window.

"I think you shouldn't do it anymore." Kochou huffed. "Why would you even slow down your own heartrate for a form of Breathing Style?!"

They watched as the Flower Hashira left the room. Uzui turned back to the rest of them. "So, escaping through windows. You know how to pick locks?"

"No," Giyuu replied.

"Yes," Shinazugawa answered at the same time. They all looked at the newest hashira, who shot a dirty look before snapping his head away.

"How would you get out then, Tomioka?" Himejima wondered. 

"I can force the window open." Giyuu microscopically shrugged. "I try not to damage it permanently, though."

Uzui cackled, patting Giyuu on the back with surprising gentleness, shooting a goofy grin at the seventeen year old. "Well, I'll be back with the trio and some good food! Don't force open the window just yet, Tomioka!"

Shinazugawa started rubbing his nape in an almost embarrassed manner. "I mean, this might not be much, but whenever one of my lil siblings or I would get sick, my mom used to make us some hachimitsu-lemon tea. No sneaking off just yet."

Giyuu blinked as the albino also left the room. He glanced over at the last hashira left in the room. 

"I will be meditating here, Tomioka. Please stay put, we would not want to lose a valuable hashira such as yourself." Himejima sighed, lowering himself to the ground. 

Giyuu flinched. Himejima didn't seem to know what he was saying. Maybe he said that to all the placeholder hashira, before they died. That made more sense.

Giyuu remained tense underneath the covers for another period of time, while the rest of the world moved around. What was he supposed to do? He was too afraid to move, with Himejima in the room. Kochou's fluttery voice could be heard outside, talking to Shinazugawa.

The door burst open. Himejima looked up from his praying while Giyuu jumped. In the doorway stood the Wind and Flower Hashira, both with cups in their hands.

"Here. Drink." Shinazugawa held out the steaming cup of tea to Giyuu, mouth twisted into a disgruntled grimace yet eyes watchjng caeefully to see how Giyuu reacted.

Reaching out, Giyuu remained mindful of the heat as he took a sip. After tasting it for a second and swallowing, Giyuu looked back to the new hashira.

"Did you just squeeze the lemon?" Giyuu asked. "It's very refreshing."

"They had some in the kitchen, so..." Shinazugawa shrugged nonchalantly. "You'd better get better soon, I'm not covering your patrol area!"

Giyuu glanced back down at the mug of tea. "Of course, Shinazugawa."

"Hmph!" Shinazugawa rolled his eyes, plopping down onto the bed. Giyuu's eyes widened a fraction before shuffling over to make room for the Wind Hashira.

"Now, my turn." Kochou looked at Giyuu sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I don't have something as good as Shinazugawa-san."

Looking into it, Giyuu was met with a putrid scent and murky waters. Medication. Placing Shinazugawa's cup on the side table, Giyuu took the medicine and downed it in one gulp. He quickly went back for the tea to rinse it out.

"The life of this band of hashiras has returned!" Giyuu flinched as the four Uzui's entered, loud and cheerful. Shinazugawa hissed as Uzui flicked his forehead, and the three women instantly went to coddling the bedridden one or chatting with Kochou.

"Here, eat this!" One of the wives, Giyuu thought it would be Suma or the one with the longer name, offered a riceball. "It's plain! Good for your stomach, light but nutritional!"

"Suma, he almost died!" The one Giyuu definitely recognized as Makio slapped Suma's head. "Give him some damn space!"

Giyuu couldn't manage to get a word in. Uzui shouted over his two bickering wives as he collapsed to the ground next to Giyuu's bed, resting his head near Giyuu's knees. "Girls, calm it! He has a headache."

"Don't forget brain damage." Shinobu added from the doorway before sauntering off.

"Anyways," Kochou brought back attention to herself, the doctor in the room. "I'd like to watch over you for a week or so at the bare minimum, and for you to not use that new form ever again!"

Giyuu couldn't answer the woman. He needed Dead Calm. A tribute to Sabito, blocking any attack coming from ang direction without even seeming so. Looking at Kochou's worried expression, a similar person came to mind.

Tsutako-nee always gave that kind of sad look to their parents, when they'd become so bedridden that they couldn't raise their heads. Kaa-san wouldn't be able to drink water and tou-san's horrid breathing would haunt their small house until the man died some months later.

Giyuu had nightmares about that. He never wanted to become like that.

"He usually escapes within the first hour of waking up," Shinobu told her sister, "he's stayed here, dully concious, for four hours."

"We could have an affect in him!" Kanae gasped. "He enjoys our company so much that he's willing to stay!"

"Or it's too awkward for him to leave." Shinobu pointed out. "And crowded, too. Did all five of them fall asleep on him? He might be a hashira, but nobody can get out of that unnoticed."

"Well, it's very sweet." Kanae sniffed. "We might finally get him to open up. Tomioka-san's been very reclusive when it comes to his fellow hashira."

Back in the room, Giyuu felt his eyes droop closed.

its still 11:40pm where i am!!! its still his day!! i will try to write the rest of the oneshots counting down, ive had a very busy two weeks

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #tomioka giyuu #fanfiction #kny birthday countdown 2024 #giyuu birthday countdown 2024 #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu #tomioka #kny tomioka #demon slayer tomioka #tomioka giyū #water breathing

[spookyradluka]

"Slave women also sometimes violently resisted sexual exploitation. Since Southern laws did not recognize the rape of a black woman as a crime, often the only recourse slave women had was to fight off their assailants. When Jermain Loguen’s mother was attacked she picked up a stick and dealt her would-be rapist a blow that sent him staggering. She stood her ground even as he rebounded with a knife, and finally she knocked him out cold.64 Gus Feaster’s mother had help in doing what Cherry Loguen managed to do by herself. Along with another woman Feaster’s mother was approached by an overseer who tried to abuse them both. Their protestations that they were religious women did not halt his advances, which were made under the threat of the lash. The women had the choice of fighting or yielding. After the overseer had taken off his clothes, the women pounced upon him, wrestled him to the ground, and then ran away."

- Ar'n't I a Woman? Revised addition by Deborah Gray White

#intersectional feminism #feminism #book quotations #feminist literature #feminist #feminist theory #intersectional feminism 101 #intersectionality #intersectional politics #anti slavery #slavery tw #racism tw

[yennasun]

The color gang having a nightmare and for some reason that nightmare is one of Mango's memory. They wake up and went to sleep with Mango, Fluff :D

I won't do the whole sleeping with him bit cuz I don't think he'd be comfortable with that in my au (he doesn't even like handshakes, let alone hugs and cuddles) but I'll figure something out.

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When seconds powers awoken, he wasn't aware that one of them involved being able to enter other people's subconscious from a sleeping state.

At first, he had fun with it, entering his fellow sticks' minds and seeing the weird and wacky dreams they had, then seeing the look on their faces when he described that exact dream in excruciating detail.

Other times he'd just let his own subconcious hover over them to make sure they were sleeping peacefully.

Then it began to be...not so fun when he began seeing their nightmares...should've seen that coming, one con was that he felt exactly what they felt in the dream.

Sometimes when he'd enter their minds he'd always come out hurting for them, red still had nightmares about being possessed.

Likewise, yellow still had nightmares watching blue die, blue's was reversed. Green had lingering fears of the others hating him and purple still had nightmares about their father...

He hadn't even bothered to go into MTs mind, at least everyone else talked about their issues so he already had an idea of what he was getting into but mango did not, so he couldn't even infer on what he was gonna see.

Whenever he hovered over him, mango always seemed to toss and turn all night and wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes he'd even talk or rarely scream and wake himself up.

Second was adamant on not invading mango's mind, until they noticed how distressed he'd he when he woke after a certain nightmare. As he slept his arms always seemed to reach out for something that he just couldn't reach and purple encouraged him to see what was up.

So tonight second got in his silk PJs and tucked himself in after ensuring MT had fallen asleep, taking a few minutes to prepare himself he layer back and went to sleep.

He felt his consciousness left his body and he found himself standing over...himself.

He went through the walls and into the others' rooms to make sure they were sleeping, then he went to mango's room to find him tossing and turning once again.

Feels like all he has are nightmares...

He stood over him for a second before he put his transparent hand on his head to go in.

At first it was pitch-black, but not the peaceful kind. It was a type of darkness that leaves you in anxiety and anticipation, like being in an interrogation room and waiting for the guy questioning you to turn the light on.

Then he saw...everything.

It all happened so fast but it felt like forever, and he felt everything. He remembered everyone he saw.

He saw a black and red stick standing over him with a twisted grin as he bled more and more, he saw MT as he was lashed, beaten, slashed and battered beyond recognition.

The chains that wrapped him had been intertwined with razor wire and any move he made was agony until the razors dug into bone.

He saw all of the hellish nightmares that would form right before MTs eyes, the red twitching background that always seemed to change and distort more as his grip on reality slipped more and more, a disturbance in his mind that followed him even today.

He saw a damp, cold and gloomy city filled with vagrants, gangs and drug addicts.

He felt the consequences of long hours of slaving away at many different jobs to so much as afford the basic necessities.

He saw the first time he ever picked up a bottle of alcohol and pills, he remembered all the people he killed, all the fights he had no choice but to partake in.

The only break from the misery came in the few times he saw a kind of light blue stick, but even that hadn't lasted long, his face was blurred and contorted as well.

MT had a hard time remembering Rooneys face but creators face and gaze were seared into his memory.

The pain continued and second nearly puller himself out as the scenes began to twist, contort and fly by faster.

MT was on his knees in darkness, now the one who was twitching with wide eyes as a red flame consumed his body.

He attacked at nothing relentlessly before he mounted on top of something unseen, and let fly brutal punch after bone crushing punch.

Second hears the sound of bones being smashed and blood gushing before everything lights up.

He adjusts to the light and sees my looking at his bloody hands in shock, and second went into shock too.

The person underneath MT, was none other than MT.

It was difficult to make out at first, since his head was crushed into a paste but there was no mistaking the color.

MTs hands fell to his sides and his head drooped down as everything went back to darkness.

Then a welcome respite came, second saw MT picking up a baby from an alleyway and take it home with him.

He saw MT kick alcohol and pills out of his life, he saw him abandon his criminal ways and go on the straight and narrow all for the sake of the child he'd raise on his own.

He saw him working 3 jobs and clock in at 20 out of 24 hours as a single parent, but the smile on his kids face whenever he came home made it all worth it.

He saw all the happy times after he'd finally gotten a house on the countryside of stickcity, going to festivals, playing games together and learning and growing I'm different ways.

He slowly began to let go of all his pain and it had evaporated.

A park came into view and MT got up quickly to go to it.

Second saw the small, golden child beckon for MT before running into the nearby woods.

He saw MT sprint after him despite the physical pain from the previous apparitions.

Second saw vines reach and grab MT to pin him down.

He saw MTs desperate screaming as the small child walked to a group of large black cubes as they took over the woods they were in.

He saw the vines drag MT back more as he screamed desperately for the child, his child, to come back to him.

Second still remembered the anguished scream as the cubes took his child, and all the agony from hears prior come back with a bleeding vengeance before he woke up.

Second was hysterical, ugly-crying in a hazy-red panic for nearly 30 minutes. He was lucky he didn't pass out.

The physical pain still stuck with him for a bit but the last vision will scar him for life.

Green had busted into seconds room after hearing him from the next door and tried to comfort him.

"Second buddy what happened? Cmon, you can talk to me." He said soothingly but it was no use, second was too far gone and had just babbled incoherently in response before burying his head into greens shoulder while he held second tight.

There was only one time green had seen second even close to being this rattled and it was when he had a nightmare of the dark lord killing them all in front of him.

"Shhh it's okay buddy it's okay..." Green rubbed circles on his back and eventually he stopped crying, but not because he cheered up, but because he literally couldn't anymore.

He he sat there, shaking and trying to take deep breaths.

After another 10 long minutes, second had regained himself enough to stifle any shakes but his voice was breaking and his eyes were still red.

"Are you okay?" Green asked finally.

Second didn't say anything and nodded his head instead.

"What happened?" Green asked

"I...I had a nightmare.." second stuttered out through the few shivers that managed to get through.

"Was it the one with the dark lord?" Green wrapped his arms around second again.

"...it wasn't my nightmare..." Green let go of him and looked at him, perplexed.

"Who's was it?" He asked

"...it was mango's." The two sat in silence after that.

"I need to talk to him." Second said as he stood up.

Green nodded in understanding and let him go.

Second stumbled on his feet once he got up and he got lightheaded but steadied himself.

He walked up to his door, knocked and then opened it slightly, not bothering to wait for an answer.

"Can we talk?" He asked quietly.

"...come in." MTs voice rang with a tinge of unwavering hurt that followed him everywhere and he did his best to conceal.

Second opened the door the rest of the way and he saw MT sitting off the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

Second went and sat next to him, MT seemed to already know what was going on since he caught word from the others of what second could do.

"You were in my head?" He asked

Second nodded

"Please don't do that again..."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Second asked

"No...you wouldn't understand." He said

"But...maybe if you talked to us then...maybe it could help us understand?" MT shook his head

"Im glad you don't understand...it was horrible and id never dump that much baggage on someone else...be happy you don't understand because to really understand it would be to go through it yourself and I wouldn't wish that on anyone." MT kept his head in his hands.

The two sat in silence for a little bit before second asked him something.

"Mango...how do you move on from something like that...?" Second didn't outright say it but MT already knew what he was talking about.

"You want me to give you a sugar coated lie, or do you want the truth?" He asked

"...the truth."

"The truth is that you never do...a loss like that...you never move on, the pain just makes you stronger, and the stronger you get the less it hurts...but it will always hurt." MT turned to second with his cold eyes that themselves seemed intent to show no emotion.

"How do you keep going then?" He asked

"If I'm being honest...I only have one thing keeping me alive, one person, rather." Second knew who it was immediately

"Purple?" MT nodded

"If purple wasn't here, my life would have ended a long time ago..."

"What do you mean by...that?" Second asked quietly

"...I've said too much..." second thought of the conversation they just had and without thinking, took MT into a hug...

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Been awhile since I wrote anything so I might he rusty.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #au #avm mango #avm mt #ava #usfc #avm green #avm second coming #avm gold

[argyrocratie]

“Being free is something that I cannot truly will, because I cannot make it, I cannot create it: I can only wish for it and-strive for it, because it remains an ideal, a phantasm. The fetters of reality cut the sharpest welts in my flesh at every moment. But I remain my own. Given over in bondage to a master, I think only of myself and my advantage; his blows indeed strike me, I am not free from them; but I endure them only for my benefit, perhaps to deceive him and make him feel safe with my sham of patience or, again, to avoid rousing anger against myself through my insubordination. But because I keep an eye out for myself and my self-interest, I grab the first good opportunity by the forelock to crush the slave-owner. That I then become free from him and his whip is only the result of my earlier egoism. Here someone might say that I was "free" even in the condition of slavery-that is, "in myself" or "inwardly:' But "free in oneself" is not "actually free:' and "inwardly" is not "outwardly.

On the other hand, I was own, my own, completely, inwardly and outwardly. Under the rule of a cruel master my body is not "free" from torments and lashes; but it is my bones that groan under the torture, my fibers that twitch under the blows, and I groan because my body groans. That I sigh and shiver proves that I have not yet lost myself, that I am still my own. My leg is not "free" from the master's stick, but it is my leg and is inseparable. Let him tear it off me and see if he still has my leg ! He holds nothing in his hand but-the corpse of my leg, which is as little my leg as a dead dog is still a dog. A dog has a beating heart, a so-called dead dog has none and so is no longer a dog.”

-Max Stirner, “The Unique and Its Property” (1845)  

#defiance #Max Stirner

[living4mybrazilianalpha]

Not so romantic sea side week end (part 7)

By that time the sexy kid from the beach knew how difficult it would be to be the Alpha’s slave. It was still flirting but not sure it would keep up with the coming challenges. It had seen the older sub being abused on the beach, pissed on and badly humiliated back at the bungalow. It had also seen how demanding the service of the Alpha would be. But it definitely loved the intense fucking by the Alpha and wanted more for both its holes.

On the other hand the older sub was completely engaged to the Alpha. It had loved every minutes of the day but the threat of that kid. It intended to raise the bar high to push it away. And it had the experience to succeed.

The Alpha and the two other guys were just certain to have a fun time and being pretty drunk they knew it would be to their maximum pleasure in any case.

« So tell me old faggot what do you think you would be better at ? »

The sub was so annoyed and jealous with the sexy kid it put the stakes high immediately. « That kid will never take the beatings I can take »

The duel was launched . And it will be painful and dirty.

« Beatings… lets give it a try. You two get on your fours. We ll start with the rebel »

The Alpha tied its hands in front of it, gave the slave some poppers and started to lash out tens of strokes with HIS leather belt. The sub’s ass quickly tuned red but the Alpha continued methodically. At one point it gave the belt to the strongest of the two young tops. « My first time beating » he said. « No worry. Dont refrain yourself. That slave is trained to take a lot ». It was. And showing no emotion. Just taking additional poppers from time to time.

The older sub definitely knew it was its chance to make a difference. The striker was enjoying that new game. Counting. « Could i go to 100 ? ». « 200 if you like » replied the Alpha. The sub kid was checking the scene and seemed pretty worried. At one point they turned to it. The Alpha took the belt and lashed 5 medium strength strokes. The kid screamed but was smart enough to add « thank you Sir ».

The Alpha went totally unfair « See how resistant this kid is. It deserves a reward ». And gave it HIS cock to suck. The older sub was mad but managed to hide it « i can take more Sir » . The Alpha shot his load in the kid’s mouth and came back with a new instrument. A nice stick of bamboo. The older sub’s favourite. They both knew it. In their previous chat it had promise it could take up to a thousand of it.

« Let’s see if you can catch-up fag. For the moment you are way behind ». No matter how unfair it was the older sub raised its ass , poppers it’s nose and got ready for the punishment. It knew it will not be a fair challenge but intensive torture focused on itself and it was ready for that. The objective remained the same : convince the Alpha it was its best choice for a permanent slave. The kid was just a distraction.

« Each of us will do 100 » each of us ? Including the rival, that kid that had started to complain after 5 ? Well actually it got to do the first 100. And managed to strike hard.

Eyes closed or riveted on the floor, the older sub was trying to avoid checking on the Alpha. It could feel the flirting was continuing. The Alpha giving the kid advise on how to strike him harder and make it more painful. Worse HE was kissing and hugging the kid endlessly. Jealousy and determination were growing.

« Sir i can take much more ». Another round of 100s started. And the older sub kept on provoking « more ! stronger ! am your fag Sir ! i am here to be beaten hard »…

The Alpha had not expected his sub to be that resistant. « Time to try something different. Sub on your knees. Take some poppers and spread your legs ». It really meant « fag time to abuse your balls ». And they did. Playing with it, slapping, twisting… it got it all…

At that game the young kids showed more resistance and was able to take some slappings as well. Its friends were also back in the game. They both also enjoyed playing with each other’s balls and tits and eventually the all thing turned into a total orgy. The five bodies were mixed sucking and licking each others, popper ing their nose, drinking alcohol and the holes of the two whores being used intensively…

Up to the moment drunk and exhausted the three young guys fell asleep and only the Alpha and HIS slave remain.

« You have been good fag. Am proud of you ». The slave blushed. It had been taking all of this just to hear these words. « But you know there is one last thing you have to do for me faggot. Get yourself ready ».

The sub knew exactly what its Master meant. It had shown reluctance all over there previous conversations but it had understood it had no choice.

It took the maximum dose of poppers it could take, lied on the floor, on its back and awaited the Alpha to sit on its face. There was a warm smell of sweat and cum. The sub started to lick and rim. The Alpha was sitting firmly over it and took its balls in HIS hands . Squeezing it hard and the more HE squeezed, the more painful it was, the deeper the sub went cleaning.

« Sub are you ready ». It moaned. The Alpha pushed slightly and it could feel a new taste on its tongue. And unknown taste it had never experienced. « No choice fag ». It continued to lick. The Alpha did not push more. But remained sitted on it letting the fag fully appreciate its new step towards its full dependance.

The Alpha moved up slightly. « Please SIR i know i am ready ». The Alpha gave him more poppers and sit back. HE let it rim more.

One more move up. « Please SIR let me have more. I am ready for it ». The Alpha sit back again and pushed a bit more. A little bit fell in the sub’s mouth. Just enough to break the taboo and make the slave fully HIS property. Removing the only limit it had set.

The slave took it and thank its new boss.

« Sir this was a true delight. This slave will do anything to be yours ever after »

The Alpha knew it had secure a hot and obedient slave for the better and sometimes the worse. And for HIS full pleasure and personal benefit.

(End)

#faggot humiliation #faggot training #punishment #gayslave #locked and denied #piss kink

[thedancingkajira]

CONFESSIONS 5

I almost died.

I learned a lot though.

I learned that the principle I wrote about some days ago, that Masters have different standards of what a good girl is and does, can get me killed.

Also, that mornings full of promise can often turn out to be the opposite.

I arrived at the Tavern, having been told by the Head Slaver, Einar, that I was rented to Anchin. I was delighted. Anchin had impressed me, I loved working the Tavern, and the idea of leaving the Kennels appealed.

Anchin seemed delighted too, at first. After the morning pleasantries, he ordered me to show him my “blowjob” skills. He commanded Roxanne, a slave of his who I am quite fond of, to “taste” me. This seemed ominous, as I hope he didn’t mean homosexual sex. I’ve never done it and don’t know what I’d do if forced to, except that I would absolutely hate it.

Fortunately, I suppose, Roxanne had to excuse herself. Then matters took a dark turn.

Anchin noticed that I had a pair of hair sticks in my hair. He flew into a rage, saying these were lethal objects, and asked who permitted me to wear them. I informed him that the Slaver did. After all, all the apparel I wear comes from the Kennel, and on two nights prior in Einar’s company, I’d worn the sticks.

Anchin took me to see Einar to validate this. To my surprise, rather than confirm to Anchin that he had seen me with the sticks, or even just to calm the Tavern Keeper’s concerns, Einar claimed I was lying.

I was shocked. I had, of course, expected that Einar would support my true account. Instead, his claim cast me as a liar, disobedient and potentially a killer.

I felt doomed. Worse than doomed. I felt betrayed. As slave girls, we trust in our Masters to be honest and to defend that honesty. We also trust that if we serve well, we will be seen as good. Suddenly, I was the opposite of good. I was forever stained as a bad girl.

Matters worsened, and not because I had now to take a whipping. I’d taken whippings before, but never for lying. Only for mistakes. In this case, my main mistake was trusting Einar.

The whipping was, as you’d imagine a whipping from Anchin to be, harsh. Worse still was that at every available turn, Einar suggested that I be pulled from the Tavern, back into the Kennel. As the lash fell, I began to suspect Einar’s motives for giving false witness.

Saffiyah happened by and somewhat tried to mellow the situation. She and Anchin, her father, had some cross words about their family history. Saffiyah left, and Anchin went with her, but not before I made the potentially fatal error of thinking anyone there would believe me to be the good girl I’d been showing them that I am.

I spoke up. I said that though nothing, even the truth, belongs to slaves, slaves should care for the truth just like anything else that the Free gave them. And so, that I wouldn’t twist, break or hide the truth like Einar would have me do by having me say that I was lying.

To put a fine point on it, Einar almost stabbed me in the throat for saying that.

I changed my attitude and begged to not die, degrading myself as he would want. He scolded me and locked me in the pillory, saying my rental to the Tavern was revoked, as were my clothes and name.

So there I was, locked at the Kennel again, defamed to the whole city as a liar by a liar, no longer to be working at the Tavern that I’d devoted myself to.

Einar came by and struck up what I imagine he thought to be an instructive conversation. He asked me what I’d learned. I told him that I learned that speaking what was pleasing was more important than the truth, but explained that I had felt honesty was a matter of honor.

He trained me thus: He said slaves have no honor. He said that even if a Master is “wrong,” a girl must not say so, and must only give an account that’s pleasing.

Both these principles didn’t sit well with me, as I felt they would lead to serving poorly. But I held my tongue. Then the conversation took another odd turn.

Einar asked what collar I wore. I said I wore the collar that the Ubar put on me. This wasn’t exactly correct, he informed me. He said that the collar I wore was, in effect, his collar, and therefore I existed to serve his pleasure.

I was loath to say it, and did all I could to avoid doing so. I still wanted to believe that I served another; that I served the Ubar and the city.

Fortunately, Hawker arrived to take me on an errand. Einar demanded he not do so. Hawker resolved the matter by hacking away the pillory and taking me to his office. He said we would resolve the errand in the morning.

So, I had learned much. I learned that most of the other girls, even First Girl Aphris, don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I can only guess as to why. And I learned that the Head Slaver was quite insistent that I have my reputation ruined and my Tavern service revoked so that I stay in the Kennel indefinitely.

But of all the things I learned, I learned that at least someone cares enough to take a stand for me. Hawker did. And hopefully he is a Master who believes that slaves should be honest with the Free.

Otherwise, I fear I will have to make some very strange and difficult choices. And making choices is the last thing a true slave wants to do.

#second life #metaverse #gor #gorean #kajira #writers and poets #writers #author #writers on tumblr #brundisium #facts #roleplay #slave #masters of gor #slaves of gor

[sentimental-darkness]

Fixed Amazon’s Rings of Power!

1. Numenor is a colonial kingdom that it was in the lore. They’re sailing East where they’ve established a lot of outposts and trading posts in Harad and beyond, which would be perfectly lore accurate. The fake “Southlands” in Gondor and Mordor don’t exist and they aren’t occupied by the elves, though Numenoreans and Eastern folk can refer to these shores as “Wildlands of Middle-earth” (or something like that) because they’re filled with lash forests - which is important, because towards the end of the story they’ll mercilessly cut them down for the construction of the great fleet of Ar-Pharazon!

2. Southern dwarven kingdom of all black (or mix of Arabic and darker-skinned) dwarves. That’s the focus of the story in our main Eastern theater of the story, not Khazad-dum. Can interact with Numenorean cast and Eastern people. Whether lore accurate or not - can be debatable. However, an adaptation allows for some maneuver and any canon mention about other dwarven clans and where some of them might have migrated is extremely sparse. We know Longbeards had more places they lived in over the course of history, other than just Khazad-dum, sometimes miles apart, so it’s not far-fetched to find other dwarven clans outside of their canon locations.

3. Umbar as the main coastline hub of diversity where all skin colors of the East collide, but Numenor mostly for Numenoreans, with the ruling caste predominantly white Numenoreans and only Numenorean ships are capable of deep sea voyage in order to reach the Island. The capitol of Numenor and the Island can be shown a few times but it becomes the main focus only in later seasons. They already have standing armies and fleets on the shores of Middle-earth, with Umbar as their main port.

4. If you want it simplified, ok, you can have Sauron in hiding rather than out in the open but he is hidden in Harad and starting to exert his influence through proxy figures (or figure) among the Eastern populace and this person might even experiment with necromancy. He may spark a local war here and there, make some trouble for the Numenoreans, increase tensions between Numenoreans and different local groups, eventually make deals with orcs. Oh, and don’t make it too obvious who Sauron is... and don’t try to force people into thinking that someone might be Sauron with cheap plot devices. Don’t tell but show! Once Sauron is fully revealed we can get some glimpses into Mordor, how orcs are out in full force and beginning the construction of Barad-dur. This all leads up to the divide of the East and factions being forced to choose a side and Ar-Pharazon VS Sauron army showdown. Then Sauron is taken to Numenor. But - see point 6 - he’s already got the rings distributed and we’ll see the proto-Nazgul kings (or Numenorean governors) effectively doing his work for him and covertly rebuilding, perhaps even supplying the remaining orcs of Mordor with slaves. So his great defeat is only temporary and the effective political power of these rings gets shown on-screen. 

5. Mordor as an empty, uninhabited volcanic desert land that not many people live in, except for the areas adjacent to Sea of Nurn. With orcs presumably gone from the world, just like in RoP, but there might be rumors to investigate and eventually they’ll emerge... and get involved in the boiling pot in the South. There is sun in Harad? First, somehow it doesn’t hinder them in RoP if they’re covered in their clothes. Second, mysterious necromancy and sky cover can be involved. Also, they can march under the cover of darkness and hide in caves from sunlight, and if they have some human allies that’s how they can know the terrain. 

6. Lindon and the Forging parts can be a little more tricky and out of focus with the rest of the story... at first glance. But if you have humility (and want actual POC representation and ethnic diversity) you choose the theatre that’s more relevant to Numenor’s storyline and stick to it, in order to give this storyline justice. But you know what? You can have these “elven paradise” scenes centered around Celebrimbor, Elrond and Galadriel at Eregion, with them practicing their craft and magic, with news from afar reaching their ears and worrying them about the long-term future of Middle-earth. If you wanna have some elven girl power in it, ok, eventually you can send Wife Galadriel (so we get a nice goodbye and “good luck my love” scene!) with a company of elves (on ships) in a delegacy to far-away lands to figure out what’s going on. Where she eventually meets a local elf Arondir (from some off-shoot branch living South), who is already investigating the evils at work. Bronwyn’s son can get involved with some covert dark cult spreading in the East, if they want to be edgy (but go with actual Tolkien vibes not cheap anime Soulcalibur sword hilt fanclub vibes). At the same time, we still don’t know who is Sauron but make it tricky and reduce his character involvement in the East but at the same time introduce a not-suspicious acquaintance or apprentice of Celebrimbor at Eregion, while Galadriel is not there (wink wink you know what that will lead towards, but maybe have a foil in another elf who appears to be a bit disappointed in Celebrimbor’s works and acting a bit shady to make us think he is Sauron). Or maybe it’s just that Sauron as a Maya can appear seemingly at all places at once? So you can have him active both South and in some Eregion scenes? Plus, have Celebrimbor involved with dwarven delegates (one of which is our character from all black Southern kingdom and this character may also visit/stay at Khazad-dum while they’re there) and have the dwarven expertise of ALL clans somehow involved in the making of the rings. Eventually, Galadriel finds out all about the real threats in the South, that orcs are back and Sauron had emerged from the shadows and decided to continue Morgoth’s legacy, after all... (see, because earlier in first episode we would have been told that Sauron cowered in fear before the defeat that met his master in First Age and disappeared from the world, fearing the wrath of gods). In addition Galadriel is worried about some of the Numenorean practices regarding other men and how some of their colonial governors grown too comfortable with themselves and their Island-backed power (the future Black Numenoreans of the South). She is too late, however, rings of power are already created, Sauron reveals himself and sends orc host hidden in Misty Mountains. Miriel, under her father’s approval (we’re shown how he is trying to return to the old ways and he sees the return of such evil as the final portent), comes with military aid to save the elves and prove the worth of Numenor. It saves Eriador but inevitably that’s what causes Numenorean civil war (helping elves who brought this upon themselves? not even consulting Numenor about anything? and now Numenor needs to deal with magical artifacts Sauron might use against them in wat? King’s Men not happy!). Ar-Pharazon marries Miriel and seizes the crown. Back to point 4 and effectively the Fall of Numenor followed by creation of Gondor and Arnor with a time skip and the Last Alliance.

Also, you noticed - no hobbits here! No need!

Also, change the title to something else, like Lord of the Rings: Return of the Shadow. Because rings of power are crucial part of it but not main focus, also two “rings” in title sounds dumb !

Bravo. One look at the map and the pieces fit together. You end up with decent show, more lore-accurate and full of representation. Why not? Why make such a travesty instead?

#rings of power #rop #lotr #tolkien #amazon

[lipiaknight]

Anime Review: Vampire in the garden

First things first ,This anime is nothing to write home about. The animation is standard for a netflix anime adaptation, and thus has its moments of being gorgeous and, it also has smear frames that stick around way too long. The storyline is, while sad, very too the point. Theres only 5 episodes in season 1, and as far as im aware, there is nothing planned for season two. Character designs are simple, and color theory is used well enough to get the feeling accross.

summary and final thoughts below the cut

In a world where vampires have whiped out the majority of humanity, a young girl named momo has a life in one of the last human strongholds. Music is forbidded due to vampires keen sence of hearing. Momo goes on regular missions to kill vampires. On one mission, her friend picks up a music box, which momo then repairs. When momo’s mother finds out about the music box, she lashes out, and momo runs from home. There, a vampire named Fine (Fee-nay) finds her while vampired raid the human strong hold. Fine takes momo away from the fighting at her own request, and both nearly die in the process. Momo’s best friend does die. Momo spends the next episode grieving and getting over the loss with music, which, now that shes living with a vampire, isnt banned. The humans find where momo is hiding because momo is the generals daughter (this genuinely isnt specified up untill this point, its just implied that she has power)and when the humans wind up burning down fine’s house, momo and fine decide to find “eden” a place where vampires and humans get along and llive in harmony. The next episode is the travel to Eden, Where they get up to wacky hyjinx like burning down a small buisness and having momo nearly get eaten multipul times (seriously, these two are never out of danger) They wind up finding eden, but the whole things a farse, manipulating vampires into being slaves to produce electricity. once they find out, momo and Fine try to leave, but they both wind up trapped by humans because the general is still trying to get/kill her daughter (the line is blurry here) and they wind up trapping Fine in a building. Fine is forced to take a drug that will kill her but give her super strength for a few hours. Momo winds up reasoning with Fine in that state and they fo and find a place. The series ends with momo telling her mom to basically fuck off while carrying Fine’s corpse. 

Again, all that... in 5 episodes.

Needless to say, the plot feels rushed and overwhelming. I wasnt even able to take notes like i normally do for fear of looking away for a second and loosing a huge chunk of the plot.

FINAL THOUGHTS

If you have 2.5 hours to waste, its a good series, but dont hink about it. Its way too info packed and rushed. You have barely any time to process the information, and there should have been 10 episodes instead of five

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