#not Virus Supreme

[phossyjaw]

i hate retail

#this lady was like I AM NOT SCANNING A RANDOM QR CODE. i work in CYBER. like ol #ok* #this is petsmart though #the fucking code goes to google docs #not Virus Supreme #then some other people kept training their dog in front of my room of dogs making them scream their heads off and try to fight through #the glass #please go anywhere else. mother fucker l

[theculturedmarxist]

In 2020, Robert Kuciemba, a woodworker in San Francisco was infected with covid by a co-worker after his Nevada-based Victory Woodworks transferred a number of sick workers to the San Francisco site for a few months. 

Through the proceedings of the case it turns out that the employer knew some employees might be sick but they transferred them anyway and ignored a San Francisco ordinance in place at the time to quarantine suspected covid cases.

Kuciemba was subsequently infected and he then infected his wife, who ended up in ICU on a ventilator.

The California Supreme Court just ruled against Kuciemba on the basis that a victory, while, in the court's words, "morally" the right thing to do, would create "dire financial consequences for employers" and cause a "dramatic expansion of liability" to stop the spread of covid.

There’s a few stunning details to note in this case. First, the court agreed that there is no doubt the company had ignored the San Francisco health ordinance. In other words, they accepted the company had broken the law. And then concluded “yeah, but, capitalism.”

Secondly, the case was so obviously important to the struggle between capitalism and mass infection that the US Chamber of Commerce, the largest business lobbying organisation got involved and helped the company with its defence. Remember, this is a tiny company in a niche industry. The involvement of the biggest business lobbyists in the country tells us a lot about the importance of the principle they knew was at stake.

Thirdly, the defence of the company is very telling. They said “There is simply no limit to how wide the net will be cast: the wife who claims her husband caught COVID-19 from the supermarket checker, the husband who claims his wife caught it while visiting an elder care home." 

Well, exactly. Capitalism couldn’t survive if employers were liable for covid infections contracted in the workplace, and the ripple effect of those infections. And they know it. 

This case is something of a covid smoking gun, revealing what we always suspected but had never seen confirmed in so many words: the public health imperative of controlling a pandemic virus by making employers liable for some of that control is, and always must be, secondary to capitalist profit. 

This ruling is also saying out loud what has been obvious to anyone paying attention for the last two years: employers don’t have a responsibility to keep your family safe from covid. You have that responsibility. And if you give a family member covid that you caught at work and they get sick or die – even if it was a result of law-breaking by your employer – that’s on you buddy.

It is the same old capitalist story: the shunting of responsibility for ills that should be shared across society, including employers in that society, onto individuals.

This ruling essentially helps codify workplace mass infection and justifies it as necessary for the smooth functioning of capitalism.

This is not new. This is where the ‘just a cold’ and the ‘mild' narrative came from. It came from doctors and healthcare experts whose first loyalty was to capitalism. Not to public health. To money, not to lives. Abetted by media who uncritically platformed them.

While this ruling tells us little that we couldn’t already see from the public policy approach of the last two years, it is revealing (and to some extent validating) to see it confirmed by the highest law of the land in the United States. 

#covid 19 #capitalism #eugenics #class war

[contentment-of-cats]

More Chiss head canons

Why, yes. I am geeking out.

1: The Chiss came from a 'sleeper ship' that missed its target world around 30,000 years ago after being launched from the Ratukan Empire. The ship spent 3,000 or 4,000 years in transit. The Humans who reached Csilla found not a welcoming world, but a planet that experienced periodic ice ages.

2: The Chiss skin color evolved from minerals in the hydrosphere, and were later found to be a silica-based life form that acted as a symbiont, allowing rapid evolutionary changes. The life form is now extinct, but slotted itself into the genes of the settlers and has remained in Chiss DNA and is outwardly reflected in their iridescent 'freckles' - which are a silicate similar to mica. The freckles will shed from time to time over the course of a Chiss' life. It was debated at the time that this was a sapient life form that was dying out, and 'invaded' the settlers to survive. Others argued that it was a type megavirus or even a hive virus with no sentience. Many settlers died from the 'infection' in a time called 'The Interval' before Ancient Chiss evolved into Modern Chiss about 5,000 years after the founding.

3: The Chiss terraformed Csilla over tens of thousands of years, turning it into a garden world, settling other worlds in the same time period. Before the Intergalactic War where they allied with the Sith, the Chiss governed an empire. After the Intergalactic War and the use of the Starflash along with Ratukan weaponry, the Chiss never terraformed another planet as penance for their sins.

4: Hundreds of Chiss colonies were lost to the warfare that created the Chaos. What is not mentioned in any modern history course is that the Chaos was created deliberately to confound both Sith and Jedi. The Chaos interfered, as as seen in Alliances, with the ability to find other Force users in the Chaos. Palpatine could not find the Sky-walkers until they were taken beyond the borders of the Chaos.

5: Chiss history is heavily redacted. After the Intergalactic War, they changed even their system of writing to make it incomprehensible to outsiders. Cheunh is not allowed to be spoken in the presence of outsiders, and communication instead relies on trade languages like Minnisiat. Meese Caulf, and Sy Bisti.

6: There are Chiss intelligence agents in 'Lesser Space' and even in the Empire and Rebellion itself. Candidates must be smaller than average and undertake extensive surgical remodeling to pass as other species. It includes eye transplants, and only the most dedicated (fanatical) of intelligence officers will undergo the years-long process. The program is top-level clearance, with six people at a time knowing about the program and allowed to read the briefs. The Supreme Admiral, the Supreme General, the UAG Chief, the Speaker of the Syndicure, and two civilians who are kept anonymous.

7: The histories of many planets speaks of blue warriors, or even blue gods who disappeared 5,000 years back. Chiss ruins can be found on Hoth, though nobody can now read the language.

8: There are Chiss who live outside the Ascendancy, descended from exiles and those who fled in other ways. If any Chiss of the Ascendancy happens on the Outlanders, they are instructed to report immediately, detain if possible, terminate in extreme cases only. In some cases, these Outlanders have hundreds of years outside of the Ascendancy and are not keen on going back.

9: Yes, there are a number of women in the CEDF, and nobody would stand in their way. As with Lakinda/Ziinda, it's a way for girls of Common and Lesser families to move up and secure their future outside of making a good match and having children. Blood-born girls like Ziara are heavily pressured not to join.

10: Upon leaving service, Sky-walkers are not encouraged to talk to others about being Sky-walkers, even to other former Sky-walkers. They are largely isolated by the Ruling Families, and pushed to marry within their adoptive or an allied House. Many do marry within their adopting House as it is well-known that the little girls of Ruling Houses are seldom chosen as Sky-walkers.

#chiss ascendancy #chiss #headcanon #thrawn

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 46: Gallifrey at War Part 7

Spoiler warning for new content - Dark Gallifrey: Morbius.

The Doctor was involved in the Last Great Time War for millions of days. (Novel: The Day of the Doctor)

While on the planet Dust, the Third Doctor was shot in the chest by Magdalena Bishop and left to die in the street. Sarah Jane found Jim and cradled his head as he slowly began to regenerate. He thought this was very, very wrong. This weakened the Doctor's immune system, leading to the Doctor's infection with a biodata virus, which by the time of the Eighth incarnation would convert the Doctor to the perspective of the Faction Paradox. (Novel: Interference - Book Two)

As a result of this virus, the Eighth Doctor had lost his shadow. (Novel: Unnatural History)

A ghost of the original timeline's Third Doctor remained in the TARDIS databank. When the TARDIS was corrupted into the Edifice and the Edifice hung over Gallifrey, the Eighth Doctor used the TARDIS defense systems to destroy Gallifrey and Kasterborous, making the universe choose between the new timeline or the Metebelis timeline the TARDIS remembered. (Novel: The Ancestor Cell)

The civil war Morbius was involved in - usually called the Great Schism - involved the Time Lords using time as a weapon for bloodshed for the first time. (Audio: Morbius) This would technically make it a time war.

Early Time Lords destroyed the Hydran homeworld by dropping their own future on top of it. (Audio: Morbius)

By some accounts, the High Council was nervous to engage directly with the universe during this civil war as that was exactly what Morbius had said they should do, so they fought using a proxy- the Fifth Doctor. (Novel: Warmonger)

While the Supreme Coordinator, the Fifth Doctor wore a black military uniform. The Doctor’s army was composed of a mix of Sontarans, Cybermen, Ogrons, Draconians, and Ice Warriors. They defeated Morbius's forces, but the Doctor made sure Morbius would survive his 'death.' (Novel: Warmonger)

The final battle of Morbius's civil war occurred on Karn and resulted in the deaths of most of both armies as well as Karn's native population. (Short story: The Legacy of Gallifrey)

During the Vampire Wars, Gallifrey developed Anathema - a warship the size of an entire planet. It was armed with the Cold, a weapon so devastating it would break through the space-time continuum and suck everything into an alternate universe. (Novel: Interference - Book Two)

After regenerating on Karn, the War Doctor refused to allow his TARDIS to be equipped with weaponry (she would have been block transferred into a battle TARDIS) as he did not want to force her to change as he had. (Audio: Light the Flame)

Cass Fermazzi was present at the Battle of Skull Moon and was so horrified by the massacre that it embittered her to the Time Lords. (Novel: The Day of the Doctor) This hatred ironically led to the Eighth Doctor regenerating into the War Doctor, the precise incarnation who earned the title "the Butcher of Skull Moon."

The Dalek Time Strategist tried to manipulate the Eighth Doctor by finding an alternate universe version of Alex - his dead great grandson - and putting him in cryogenic stasis. The Doctor took the casket he was in and woke him up. (Audio: Restoration of the Daleks)

Bliss had been a companion of the Eighth Doctor, but due to changes in the timeline as a result of the Last Great Time War, this changed, leaving the Doctor and Alex without memory of Bliss. However, the Doctor felt as though someone was missing. They would eventually learn of Bliss from a memory recorder. (Audio: Vespertine)

Indeed, the Doctor eventually recalled enough to tell River Song about Bliss at some point. (Audio: Companion Piece)

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#doctor who #dw #dr who #classic who #new who #eighth doctor #fifth doctor #big finish #big finish doctor who #big finish audios #dw eu #doctor who eu #doctor who expanded universe #third doctor #sarah jane smith #morbius #cass fermazzi #alex campbell #bliss #time war #last great time war #war in heaven #the war in heaven #gallifrey #river song #war doctor #faction paradox

[rmoonstoner]

Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

4 - Incubus Sex (Monster fucker)

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Warnings:

18+, darkish setting (surviving zombie apocalypse), angst, fluff, smut, vampires (oppressive dominate species and blood drinking is mentioned a lot), a monster with a hero complex (Stephen coming to save you), monster fucker smut, sex with monster style Stephen, oral (sucking tentacles), tentacle sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral, size kink, vibrating tentacles, anal play, double penetration, come shower

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Mystic!Reader 

(Past relationship mentioned)

Watcher/Eldritch Being Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Fem!Mystic!Reader

(Current relationship)

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Please note:

Writing this made me both cry and very horny. I love writing about evil monster men that get redemption and now act like soft and gentle golden retrievers.

I did not have a proofreader.

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Summary:

Your husband died a long time ago, during the outbreak. There was never a cure found, but a vaccine was made with Doctor Morbius's blood. Unfortunately, instead of a world of humans being eaten by zombies, it's now a world of humans being eaten by vampires. You're one of the few uninfected left, and a terrible fate is heading your way.

Until a familiar looking man comes to make a bargain with you, offering you salvation, but at the cost of leaving your universe forever.

***

Surviving this horrible hellscape was tough, but you managed to do it just fine, all by yourself, without your husband's help. Zombies had rolled through, covering half of the earth in just under a month. The great Doctor Morbius had discovered a vaccine to stop the spread of the virus, but that still meant people would be turning into monsters. Instead of zombies, they'd be vampires. Still, it was better than turning into a mindless decomposing corpse, so what did your people have to lose?

It had been years since that incident, and you had been lucky enough to avoid being bitten by a zombie, and contracting the virus. You were also lucky enough that you didn't turn into a vampire when you got the vaccine, but it did seem to stop allowing you to age. Apparently your blood was unique, and you wouldn't have been able to turn into a zombie either, if bitten.

You made a lot of money by selling your blood weekly at the local blood bank, and soon the vampiric citizens of New York were paying you top dollar for your blood. You were also an avid pot smoker, and that contributed to the price that your blood was worth.

But still, you missed your husband dearly, wishing he never died during the pandemic. You dreamt of him almost every night and when you didn't, you dreamt of your own death in so many horrifying and gruesome ways.

You grew tired as the weeks passed into months, and then into years. The people buying your blood started asking you to come in twice a week, to deal with the high demand, then three. You knew if you didn't, you'd be hunted down and forced to do it against your will. It was bad enough that the vampires kept harassing you to breed with other uninfected humans, just so they could have more livestock.

You sat at home, watching television and seeing a commercial about the company that marketed your blood. They advertised it like it was various soft drink brands, with yours being a luxury item like fine alcohol once was. You scowled and leaned back against your bed. You felt so fucking tired recently. You just wanted to hide away and not be bothered by anyone anymore.

You wanted your husband back so fucking badly.

You didn't want to be used as food any more, and since you stopped ageing, that was just going to be your life now.

Forever.

Eventually, you knew they'd stop being so nice in asking you to pick a partner and reproduce. You almost would have rather died when the zombies showed up. You sighed and laid down, closing your eyes and trying to think of a plan to get away.

***

A man dressed in an expensive suit greeted you with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes. His hair was combed and gold back, just the way you liked it, and his goatee was freshly trimmed, allowing you to see his full and luscious lips.

It was your husband.

"Hello again, my dear. I am pleased you've come for another visit." He said smoothly as he produced a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He made them float all around you, with them morphing into glowing butterflies and bubbles.

"Hello, Stephen… I… I can't remember why I came here." You said softly, almost remembering that you were dreaming, when he chuckled. Stephen spread his arms out and engulfed you in an embrace. He felt warm and safe  The next moment, he was dancing with you in a large empty ballroom. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered sweetly.

"Does it really matter? We both know what's going to happen."

He spun you around and the scenery changed to a backdrop of stars. The floor was gone, leaving you both alone in the vastness of space as you kept dancing with him. It didn't feel scary, far from it. Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as he gazed into your eyes.

Gods, you missed this.

You missed him.

"No, I guess it does not." You murmured back. He drew you close and stuck his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as his hands smoothed up your sides.

"It does not. What matters, is that you're here, safe, with me." He husked and nipped your ear lobe. You moaned as he kissed down your neck to your shoulder.

"Yes. I'm safe. With you." You softly replied as his kisses became needy and his hands got more adventurous. You felt him grab at your ass and push you up close to him so you could feel his desire for you. You whined at the hardness of his body while you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

He groaned, his free hand gliding up your back and into your hair. Stephen gripped your locks and pulled your head back as he placed open mouthed kisses and licks to your skin. Stephen hummed and dragged his teeth along your most sensitive areas, effectively turning your legs to jelly and making it hard to stand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your face into his shoulder and groaned as he started to suck on your skin. 

You could hear a deep rumbling noise coming from him, a gentle sounding growl as his hand moved from your ass and he pushed you backwards. You landed on something soft as kept his mouth on you, moving down your chest.

"This dress needs to go." He rumbled, and in an instant your dress was gone. He took his time with you, sucking purple marks into your skin at every sensitive spot you had along the way. You gripped his hair, whimpering and squirming for him as he gave each breast a good squeeze and a tantalizing lick to both nipples.

He moved down, bringing a hand to your wet pussy and slid a finger along your seam. You keened for him and lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to put it inside.

"Stephen… More, please?"

"I'll give you more, baby, but first, I need you to wake up and answer the door." He murmured softly and kissed your head.

"What? Why?"

"Because the real thing is so much better, don't you think? Now, wake up!"

***

You heard knocking at your door, and you huffed and rolled out of bed. It was still early, around 3:00am. Who the fuck would be bugging you at this hour? You really hoped it wasn't the security guard, coming to ask you if you had any spare bags of blood in your freezer again. You sighed and got up, going to answer the door, and finding no one there.

"What the fuck? Stop with your stupid games, and just come in already." You snapped and waited a moment as air rushed past you and towards the curtains in the living room. You closed and locked the door. After, you turned towards your freezer and grabbed a pack of blood.

"For fuck's sake, Carl. You don't have to do the super speed ghostly bullshit. I used to be married to the spookiest man alive, so cut the crap. If you wanted a bag of blood, you could have just asked-" You stopped talking when you turned around to see a tall dark figure looking out your window.

That did not look like Carl at all.

Carl was a short, round man with the best sense of humor. He looked and acted exactly like Danny Devito. It was really a shame he was a vampire.

But this guy…

This guy was not Carl.

This guy was over six foot tall, and was quite slender. Most of him was covered by a long black cloak with a very pointy collar. It threw you off, because it reminded you of your long dead love.

"Thank you for inviting me in." His voice was raspy, and you placed the bag of blood onto your counter as you processed the sound of his voice. He sounded strikingly familiar, but people had been known to fuck around and tease you for your past.

Fucking vampires. 

"Look, buddy. I don't know who you think you are, but this is private property. I don't take kindly to pranks." You said firmly as you grabbed a knife and held it calmly. The man turned to look at you, his yellow eyes twinkling as he chuckled softly.

"Knives aren't going to hurt me. Not ones made of Earthen Steel, anyways." He said as he took a slow step towards you. You found the knife was no longer in your hand, and now back in the block again. In its place was your favorite flower.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your body trembling in fear. You hadn't seen actual magic in a long time, and it frightened you.

"I'm here to remove you from this world." He continued with a sly smile. His voice was sounding more and more like Stephen's, and the simple magic trick was hitting you hard in the chest, like a knife.

"Okay, that's a fucking threat, isn't it?" Your voice cracked as if you tried not to cry.

"No, it's not. I'm not here to kill you, darling. I'm here to liberate you. No harm shall come to you, if you come with me. I want to keep you safe." He calmly replied as he lifted his hand in the air, showing off the strappy leather and cloth of his bracers, and flicked his wrist. The bag of blood in front of you floated up into the air, and to the open freezer, then the door shut with a gentle thud. For some reason, the tone in his voice was calming you down fairly quickly.  

"What? What does that even mean?" You asked.

"Silly girl. I feel great sadness within you. You miss your husband dearly, and wish he didn't die. You also wish to join him, but know he'd never want you to end your life to be with him. You wish to leave this world behind, but you don't want to die, correct?" His baritone voice was silky smooth, and you could feel your body react to it. Your skin was heating up at the way he was looking at you, hunger clearly evident in his amber eyes. It was still too dark to see his face very well.

"How… How did you know that?" Your voice cracked again, and he stepped into the light of the kitchen. You gasped when you recognized his face, your chest tightening as you tried to stay calm.

It was your husband, but that was impossible. He died a long time ago, and you missed him so much.

"I've been watching you, my dear. I've seen what you've been through, and managed to do here. While at first, I thought it was a noble sacrifice. You, willing to make such a commitment for your people to keep them alive, but your people quickly took you for granted and started asking too much of you. They have forgotten who you belong to."

"I don't belong to anyone, except Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, and he is dead." You remarked as a tear rolled down your face.

"Oh, I know. I've seen your entire life. The past, present, and all the future possibilities. I was very shocked to find you were linked to my variant. How very fitting, though, that one of me should hoarde such a beautiful and powerful magical energy source." He said and he leaned against the counter, flashing that signature trademark smirk your husband always wore.

"But you're not my husband, are you?" You asked, but he chuckled and changed the subject.

"That big pharmaceutical company that sells your blood… I am concerned for your well being. They want to breed you against your will, and feed off of your children the moment they come out of you. I find that disgusting." The pale man leaned lazily around your apartment and frowned. He turned back to you and pressed his hands against the counter. He didn't have any scars on his hands like your husband did. He quickly conjured up some documents and slid them towards you, and you looked down at them.

They were papers that showed the blood bank was going to acquire you as an object, with you losing your independence and autonomy. You would lose the right to choose what you did with your life. Even the plans for the next fifty years were clearly laid out a schedule for you to remain constantly pregnant with various sperm donors. You grimaced and shoved the papers off the counter in disgust.

"That's no life for a beautiful immortal such as yourself. I can offer you so much more. Something better, something brighter. A chance to do more with your life, instead of being a glorified cow. I won't ask for much in return, except to feed from you once a month, and for you to assist me while I watch over the Multiverse." The doctor explained as he conjured up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

"That sounds too good to be true. I have a hard time trusting vampires. Let alone ones that look exactly like my dead husband."

"I'm not the same kind of vampire, my dear." He laughed as he shrugged off his cloak and it wandered off to look out the window. It was different than the one you were used to seeing on him, which now belonged to Spider-Man.

"But you're… I watched you die, Stephen. Before they came out with the vampire vaccine." You pointed out. Again he snickered and poured some wine in both glasses.

"I am a variant of your dead doctor. I am an Eldritch being, not a vampire. I've absorbed so much magic, that my body has changed. I'm more like… A demonic God now, but I'm not evil." The doctor handed you a glass and he sat down on one of the barstools you had.

"How's that anything like a vampire?" You asked

"Do you know what an incubus is?"

"Yes… Wait… Oh my God."

"Ah, there we go. It's finally sinking in, isn't it?"

"So, you feed off of sex?"

"Yes, but also no. I need to eat, and I don't eat food much these days. What I do enjoy consuming, is raw energy or magic, which you are just dripping with, my dear. I can smell you all the way across the Multiverse."

"So… Does that mean… I have to…"

"Nothing. You just let me drain some of your magic, and I don't even have to touch you."

"Forgive me, Doctor, but I'm really confused."

"What's there to be confused about? You let me feed off your magic, and I take you away from this universe where they want much worse out of you. If not, you can stay here. It is your choice."

"But you mentioned you are like an incubus?"

"Oh, yes. That. If you allowed me to make love to you, I'd be sharing my powers with you, without the adverse effects that I suffer. But, I'm not going to ask that of you, since that might be cruel, given your-"

"Okay. Fine. Deal. Take me away. I don't want to be here any more. This place sucks, and you're hot." Uou said, and he looked very surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me, old man. Take me away, and you can incu my pussy as much as you want. I don't care that you're not my Stephen."

The doctor's face melted into a wicked smile and he raised his glass in a toast. You grabbed the other glass and tinked it against his, then had a sip of the wine. The liquid didn't taste at all like wine, so you coughed as you set the glass down.

"What was that? That wasn't red wine!"

You were panicking, because it tasted exactly like antifreeze with blood in it.

"No. It wasn't. It is my blood." He said calmly, his smirk growing wider. Your eyes went wide, and you made a disgusted face.

"Ugh, why? I'm not a fucking vampire. Blood doesn't taste good to me. Why does it taste like antifreeze?"

"Haha. My dear, I'm an abomination of nature and magic that exists outside of time and space. I shouldn't exist at all, yet I do. I exist, and I watch over all universes. In all of my years of witnessing millions of realities grow and perish, I have never once seen someone that should be up with me in the Watcher's area. Not even any of my variants. You don't belong down here, and you don't belong in any other universe."

"Okay, but that's not explaining exactly why you just tried to pass your blood off as wine."

"I need you to have some of my essence in you, otherwise the process will be painful. If you won't drink the blood, we have other ways to make the transfer."

"You've done this before?"

"Yes, but also, no." He said in that annoyingly self assured tone of his. Apparently this Stephen was much the same as yours once was.

"I'm starting to hate that phrase." You muttered and he chuckled as he stood up and conjured up a viewing orb, showing a woman with red hair.

The orb cycled through hundreds of ways that she died, with over half of them being accompanied by a younger looking and cleanly shaven version of Strange. You covered your mouth at the horrible ways she perished, and you felt tears forming when you saw his sorrowful reaction each time.

You knew the woman in question. Your Stephen had once been engaged to the one in this world, but they broke up swiftly after his accident. You had replaced her as the love of his life, until the day he died from being bitten by Christine. This variant of Stephen could sense your sorrow, and he placed a hand to your shoulder.

"I tried to save her, many times. I wasn't as wise back then, as I am now."

"Then you did end up saving her?"

"No. I destroyed my world for her, and when I did save her, she rejected the horrible creature I had become. I frightened her so much, she died again, and the look on her face told me I needed to stop. So, I did. I stopped. I became a Watcher, and I learned many new skills. I got over her, moved on, then I finally figured out how I can stop a Nexus event quite easily, without tearing a reality apart and corrupting it." He explained as he showed you on the orb what he really looked like. You crouched down and looked at his demonic form, sighing as you felt your heart ache for him.

"You're the only person I've ever done this to. I am hoping this time, you'll be better prepared, and there will be less complications down the line."

"This time?"

"Yes. Fear not, for I won't make the same mistakes I did last time. I've figured out that it's just easier to remove a person from a universe altogether, before their Nexus event can occur to kill them, instead of trying to stop the event by any other means. Then, I just simply don't return them to that universe. They will exist outside of their time and space."

"... You've done this before, and I died? But I'm… I am supposed to be immortal."

"You weren't the first go around. I figured changing your fate, and having Doctor Morbius be able to get his vaccine out would work much better. You see, I am able to twist time in any universe. I can look into the future, but when I do, I actually live through it, before deciding to go back. It's a standard feature on most Doctor Stranges."

"So is being frustratingly cryptic. How did I die?"

"The first time? My dear… I've seen thousands of possible futures for you."

"Ugh, tell me the first time that you actually had to interfere."

"Oh, well, I'd rather not. It was really quite gruesome. That's why I showed you the paperwork. That's exactly what happened to you. In fact, they are due in just a few hours to come and collect you. I turned the clock back, and now I am here to take you away. This world doesn't have anyone capable of coming to find you once I remove you from it."

You sat there quietly and fidgeted with your hands as you glanced at the door and then back at him. You thought back to the many dreams you kept having, and how they all involved your death, or this man. Most recently, they had become very dark and debauched fantasies of him fucking you in various ways, and less about you dying. When given the choice of being stuck here as a glorified farm animal, or going with another variant of your dearly departed husband to see the wonders of the Multiverse, you definitely were choosing the doctor.

Besides, even after seeing what he looked like in the orb compared to how his form was now… Both were very tempting. It was even more tempting he was a variant of your dead lover. You felt your face grow hotter as you thought about those very sexual dreams. Yes, that would be a much better future for you.

"Take me now. I trust you." You finally said while reaching out to grab his hand. His face softened, eye turning that soft baby blue you missed, and he gave you a warm smile, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Good. Do you need to bring anything?"

"No."

***

The place he brought you to was very Strange, pun intended. It was a building in the middle of what looked to be a cluster of bright twinkling lights in outer space.

"That looks like home, the Sanctum Sanctorum…" You said softly, and Stephen placed a hand to your lower back 

"It is. I've replicated it perfectly to be my home, with much needed improvements." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved just slightly lower.

"It's way more beautiful than the one I've seen "

"Ah, yes, well… Better materials do go a long way. I've used a lot of rare metals and wood from across the Multiverse. Let me show you the inside."

***

He showed off the entire place, and as the tour progressed, you started to feel off. It wasn't in a bad way, but you found that you felt hot.

Down there.

He was just as much of a talker as your husband was, full of both useful and useless facts. You noticed the artifacts he had were very much different then the ones your Stephen had in his Sanctum, and he enjoyed telling you about any item you pointed at. He was nice about it, much nicer than your husband was. This one kept checking to see if you knew what things were, before offering the information up. He finally brought you to a large room that looked like an old English pub inside, and he sat you down at the bar, with him going behind it.

"I'm sure you'd like some real alcohol, now. I can assure you I have the finest you'll ever find anywhere." He declared happily while grabbing a fancy bottle of Kree Whiskey in one hand, and very elegant looking Asgardian Wine in the other.

"Sure. I want a slushed Bellini with raspberries in it."

He stared at you for a long moment, then slowly put both bottles down.

"You want prosecco?"

"Uh, well, no. I mostly just want a fancy, tangy peach and raspberry slushie, with booze in it."

"Ah, so may I put a different kind of alcohol in it?"

"Sure, why not? Give me something strong." You said firmly, and he went about making you a drink the old fashioned way, without magic.

"So, tell me more about this deal." You asked. He handed you the drink and you took it, smelling it and taking a sip. It tasted exactly how Stephen used to make them and you felt a pang of guilt as you sat here with some copy of your spouse.

"I need an assistant. Not a secretary type, but a partner to help me with overseeing and managing the Multiverse. My friend can only do so much by himself, and he's not allowed to interfere with any of the worlds he watches, but I am, and so are any I bring up here." He casually explained while pouring himself some of the wine.

"There are others here?"

"Just you, me, and Uatu. Uatu has his own area. You'll know him when you see him. Really big bald head, hates my jokes…" Stephen chuckled. The sound was like music to your ears.

"Tell me about you being an Incubus. I remember those dreams. Was that actually you, or was it my brain processing the world around me, because I miss my husband?"

"Oh, that was me."

"Go on."

"There's not much to tell, I'm afraid. I can feed in various ways. I can drain the life force from someone and leave a husk behind. I could straight up devour the entire being, leaving nothing left, or… Or I could use the pleasures of the flesh, and not harm the person I am feeding off of." He sounded quite honest, and that's when you realized you had already been having sex with this man, but in your dreams.

Those overly vivid and realistic dreams that left your panties soaked when you woke up.

A sinful throb beat between your thighs at the thought, and you gave him a playful grin as you reached out and placed your hand on his.

"Oh… Well I don't think I want to be a husk, or eaten. You know, unless my pussy is the one being drained and eaten." You said in a sultry voice. His eyes flashed a dark amber.

"I'd rather fill you up after I eat you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You drank the rest of the Bellini and made a pleased sigh.

"My dear, I don't make threats anymore. I just do it."

"Then stop talking already, and show me what you can do."

Stephen grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers. Everything was replaced by a nicer looking version of your old bedroom that you used to share with Stephen in the Sanctum. You gasped as he pushed you down to the bed and kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth as your tongues danced, and his hands tore your clothes away from your body, almost violently. His hands grabbed at your hips as he chuckled and banished his clothing away. Stephen was nudging himself between your legs, when you put a hand to his chest and stopped him. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Wait…"

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked, a look of hurt flashing through his eyes.

"No… But I want to see you for what you really are when we do this." You said and his face fell into surprise.

"I don't think you'd like that very much." He finally said, his mouth turning into a doubtful frown.

"I saw you in the orb. You don't scare me."

"I only showed you the tamest part of my true form." He muttered bitterly. You reached up and grabbed his face, bringing him down so you were nose to nose.

"I loved my husband with all of my heart. I was devastated when he died. I know you are not him, but I still feel that same connection of love in your presence, like he never left me…" You begged him as you kissed his lips gently.

"But-"

"Please, Stephen?" Again you begged, kissing his cheek and along his neck. He groaned and reared back to look at you.

"Alright. I will show you. I'll understand if you wish to leave. I can put you somewhere nice that I know you'll like and-"

"Stephen. Shut the fuck up and show me what you look like."

He huffed and nodded while his skin darkened slowly. Bit by bit, it became a deep ashy purple, with a sheen of glittery red on it. His eyes went back to being that slitted, dark sunset orange, and he started to grow several multicolored eyes on his forehead and the side of his face. Large horns protruded from his head, and his cloak melted into his back, becoming large leathery wings.

But the most striking thing about him, were all the fucking tentacles.

"You hate it, don't you?" He asked, his voice laced with shame.

"You're beautiful." You breathed back and smiled brightly at him.

"What? No, that's not… I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. That's amazing… Are they… Dangerous?" You asked as you sat up and reached out to grab one of his tentacles. The one you tried to touch, recoiled away from you.

"Sometimes, if I need them to be."

"May I… May I touch it? Please?"

"If that is what you want." He sounded very unsure as the appendage unfurled and rested on your palm. You stared at it and reached up to touch it with your other hand.

It was soft, and not at all slimey, like you thought it would be. Your fingers gently ran over the length of what you could reach. The skin there felt a bit rough, but the underside with the suckers was soft, and very much felt like…

"Oh… Careful now. If you keep that up, I won't be able to stop myself."

You felt your face heat right up at the statement. You looked at his main two eyes as you stroked around each sucker, watching him twitch and grunt. You grinned at him, and decided to see what he would do if you licked it. The impulse was too much to hold on to, and you leaned forward, eyes still locked with his, and gave the girthy appendage a long lick. Stephen groaned, all of his eyes closing halfway as he watched you suck the tip into your mouth.

"Fuck…"

You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling every little circle, dip, curve, and edge. He groaned and leaned forward, caging you in with both hands as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I've never… No one has touched me like this before…" He growled, his voice beginning to warp and sound more like the deep echoing of Eldritch voices you used to hear when your husband cast spells. Your heart fluttered, and your pussy throbbed from the nostalgia.

You took him deeper into your mouth, tongue rolling over his skin as you reached out and grabbed another tentacle. He curled that one around your wrist as you gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing forth another deep moan from him. Your hand left the one at your mouth, going to grab yet another, but this time you placed it between your legs.

He almost wanted to ask what you were doing, when you leaned back and pulled on him. He moved with you, hovering over your body as you spread your legs for him. Stephen hummed as he looked down, another deep rumbling noise emanating from him while he watched you rub him against your wet entrance.

"You're so wet…"

Stephen twitched, but he didn't dare prod you with it. The tentacles that weren't on your body were coiling in anticipation as you took the one in your mouth out with a loud slurp. You gave him a sultry look and placed the wet appendage to your breast.

"Don't be scared, Stephen. I am not as fragile as you'd think." You said, and pressed him against your breast, squeezing softly to encourage him to move it by himself. Your hand pushed the tip of his other tentacle to your clit and you rubbed it in circles. He let out multiple groans and purring noises.

"It's hard not to be, my dear. I could snap you in half with just a thought."

"You sound like my husband." You teased him in a breathy whisper, hands still trying to encourage him to touch you.

"I am your husband…" He groaned and before you could register what he had said, or the meaning behind it, he brought a few more tentacles down to touch you experimentally. You felt two of them curl around your ankles, slowly spreading them farther apart as the one on your breast squeezed and wrapped the tip around your nipple. 

"Ohhh… Stephen… Just like that." You murmured softly as one of the suckers melded over your nipple, perfectly covering it, before it started to pulse. Another one curled around your other breast, giving it the same attention and working them in a good rhythm. You whined and pushed your hips up while rubbing him against your clit. More tentacles crept out, one wrapping around your other wrist, snaking its way up your arm and cupping your chin. Stephen leaned down, almost close enough to kiss.

"You're so soft… And warm…" Stephen hummed as he coiled more and more of his tentacles up and around your limbs and torso. He brought a large hand to your back, pulling you closer as he looked into your eyes.

He saw how they shined for him, even half lidded as he slowly pushed into your pussy. Your breathing quickened as he pushed deeper and deeper, slowly pushing the thicker parts in,  while the tip slipped back out to curl over your clit. You keened and he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as he slithered all over you.

"Stephen…" You breathed his name, causing him to grunt as a tentacle slowly snaked up your leg and cupped your ass. You felt more, pulling and tugging at your cheeks, with one going to catch the slick that dripped from your pussy, before probing your backdoor.

"Sweet girl… Fuck… How are you this wet?"

"Because of you, Stephen. Because it's you." You murmured back as you felt him move, sliding his thick muscle in more, stretching you wider as another one slipped inside to find your gspot. It felt amazing, feeling two of them writhe inside of you.

"May I… May I put one in your ass?" He growled while rubbing your tight ring of muscle.

"Please." You answered softly. Your hands came up to his face again, fingers gliding up to his horns. He let out another deep sounding growl and shut his eyes.

You felt your asshole slowly being dipped into, then with a sudden sensation of liquid being applied, he pushed in easily. Your head went back as you gasped and panted, feeling three tentacles wiggling inside of you.

"Fuck… You're something else, you know that right? Anyone else would be terrified right now…"

"Th-that's what my h-husband used to saaay- Oh fuck! W-when he used sex magic on meee..." You sassed back as you licked his cheek.

"Shit… What… What sort of things did he used to do to you?" Stephen asked, his mind already spinning a million images as to what his variant did to you.

"Sensory intensifying spells, lubricating spells, g-ghostly touches, mag-gic vibratory aids…" You started to list some things off, and when you mentioned the last one, you suddenly felt intense vibrations coming from each one of his limbs.

"Oh… Gods… Fuck… That feels so g-good!" Your breath came out rushed as he pushed in deeper with all three of them. The way he throbbed and pulsed was amazing, like a designer toy made just to make you come. You felt so full, and it was glorious.

"So pretty… So divine… How could such a beautiful angel like you, let a monster like me do this to you…? You dirty little thing… Fuck…" Stephen husked and slowly put more pressure on each of your sweet spots. You yelped and thrashed, feeling your pussy clench the closer you got to your release.

"I bet you let him double team you with himself, yeah?" He asked, his voice rough and deep as he started to thrust his tentacles in and out of you.

"Y-yes!" You whined back, feeling yourself get to the edge, but not quite able to jump off yet.

"Did you let him fuck you raw, and come inside you?" He asked, and again you whined.

So close…

"Fuck, yeah…"

"How about the multiple arms spell?" He asked as a tentacle slowly wrapped around your throat.

"Yeah… That was always a favorite of mine…" You sighed when he rubbed your cheek. That sigh quickly turned into a debauched moan as he jerked your body flush against his and started to fuck into you faster, the tentacles rubbing you just right.

"Fuck… You feel so wet… Your walls are clenching so tightly around me. I want to see you come." Stephen licked his lips as he turned the vibrations up.

You howled and felt your nerves snap, and you shook violently in his grasp as you came hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he grunted in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. Stephen rumbled and leaned in, forehead pressed to yours as he watched you writhe and moan. The tentacles in your cunt slowed in their movements, and he slowly pulled them from your dripping hole. You stared at him as he brought them up to his mouth, his very long tongue coming out to lick your juices off of them.

"Fuck, that's hot…" You breathed as you tried to catch your breath. He glanced at you and grinned.

"Naughty girl…" Stephen hummed and slowly moved your legs, bringing your feet up high into the air as he positioned himself between them. You glanced down and gasped, eyes going wide like saucers when you saw just how big his cock was.

"Do you like what you see?" His voice was raspy as he made that purring sound. You shivered and stared at his dick. It was dark red, the bulbous head almost a royal purple as it oozed precome. He had thick veins running all over it, and it looked like he was ribbed! 

"Do you think it'll fit? I can make it smaller, more the size you're used to." Stephen asked in that teasing tone you missed so much.

How dare he think you couldn't handle that monster of a cock after he just had two thick tentacles in there!

"I can take it."

"Are you certain? I'll ruin you for anyone else."

"I don't want anyone else. I want you. Now please, Stephen, shut your big mouth and fuck me already!"

"So much confidence… That's hot…" Stephen remarked as he brought you closer, resting the large head of cock on your seam. He gently rubbed you, teasing you as he spread your lips with the tips of his tentacles. With a grunt and a gentle push, he nudged the head of his cock into you. You gasped, feeling him push inside, his girth stretching you far more than his tentacles had.

"Shit… Sssooo… So b-big…" Your voice cracked as he shoved in deeper while he carefully watched your reaction. You began to pant and squirm, fingers digging in harder into the meat of his shoulders 

"I can stop if-"

"No! Don't stop!"

You struggled to breathe as he pulled you closer, pushing his throbbing member in as deeply as he could. You whined as you felt his hips kiss yours, his cock bottoming out and pulsing. You felt his heavy balls resting flush against your ass.

"You're doing so well, my little minx. You've taken every last inch of me. Can you feel me deep inside of you? Can feel it throbbing, just for you?" He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust and get used to his size as he cupped your face and kissed your forehead.

"Oh… Gods, y-yes… You feel so good…"

"As do you…" Stephen murmured back, then started whispering a spell into your ear. You felt pleasure tingle all over your body, nerves sparking with fire. Your eyes rolled back, back arching as he began to move his hips.

"Gods be damned… You feel absolutely heavenly…" Stephen growled as his tentacles squeezed and slithered all over your body. He sighed as he sped up, his hips slapping away at yours as he fucked you hard.

"St-stephen!" You called his name and tugged him closer to kiss him. He groaned and stuck his long tongue into your mouth, it sliding around and down your throat. You made small grunting noises as you breathed through your nose, the sensations overwhelming you, and you came.

He pinned you to the bed and pressed you down, his hips fucking up into your tight cavern over and over, sending your senses into overdrive as he pulled another orgasm from your body so quickly after the last. You would have screamed if he wasn't tongue fucking your mouth.

Your nipples suddenly surged with pleasure, and then the suckers on your clit started to send harsh vibrations to it. You gurgled and shook, feeling him draw yet another orgasm from your body. You felt his cock pulse and throb along with every tentacle he had wrapped around you. The one in your ass was purposely pushing against the thin wall between it and his cock, making your eyes roll back as you drooled excessively.

'I'm going to fill you so full…'

You heard his voice in your mind, and all you could do was take his harsh thrusts as he moved in and out of your holes.

You felt his cock throb, and a moment later, he was growling as you felt him spurt the first rope into you. You moaned, feeling more and more fill your womb directly, his come forcing its way out from the side of his cock, and dripping down your ass cheeks.

His come was so warm, and it sent tingles of pleasure through you as you felt the tentacle in your ass begin to fill you like his cock did. You felt warm and sticky, all the other limbs releasing gobs of come all over you. You felt him draw his tongue from your mouth, and he watched as you twitched and thrashed from overstimulation.

His hips slowed down, and then he finally stopped moving altogether, just resting inside of you as he rolled over with you in his arms. You laid on his chest, panting and huffing as his wings slowly wrapped around you, covering you in a warm embrace.

"Stephen..?" You gently asked as you stroked his chest.

"Yes?"

"I missed this so much…" You softly murmured. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

"And I missed you more." He replied as he stroked your shoulder and back with a few tentacles. He had one hand on your ass, the other holding your left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the wedding band that your husband had given to you. You hadn't taken it off since he died.

"Stephen..?" You asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Did you absorb my husband?" You suddenly asked. You felt him still and his hand gripped yours a bit tighter. You heard him swallow, and he took a deep breath.

"Would you be upset if I said yes?" His voice trembled as did his hands. You looked down and noticed the one you were holding had deep dark lines etched into skin.

"No." You sighed happily and nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Then yes."

"Okay. I thought so. I love you." You cooed and kissed his shoulder. He sighed back and held you a bit tighter.

"I love you, too, my dear. Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back to me."

***

@jumpdingus @ashreblogsnow

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[forourtimetoo]

God aren’t you tired like the cops killed another Black man in Memphis just trying to go home and now there’s troops in the streets because god forbid we say enough is enough. Last week they killed a protestor in Atlanta trying to protect the forest from being turned into another site where they train cops to kill us. There were so many mass shootings this week that I can’t remember them all. More people have died in mass shootings this year than there have been days of the year, and that line doesn’t even hit me anymore. Texas prosecutors are investigating a teenager for a miscarriage, and the Alabama AG is trying to walk back earlier comments saying they’d use the state’s chemical endangerment law to prosecute people for self-managed medical abortions. 30,000 people were hospitalized this week with a virus the country is determined to pretend is over. Aren’t you tired? The Supreme Court is about to overturn affirmative action and make it easier to do racial gerrymandering and get rid of the Indian Child Welfare Act and make it so businesses can discriminate against gay people. Aren’t you tired of being scared of what the conservatives would do if they thought they could get away with it—the fetal personhood bans and the contraception bans and the criminalizations of trans & queer people and the attacks on the unhoused and all the other monsters under the bed that get realer every day? Aren’t you tired of being scared for your life, if you’re Black or Asian or trans or queer or disabled? Aren’t you just so tired some days?

#i am so tired #I am working very hard to think about this as a what needs to be done and how can I help moment #but I just want to curl up and cry #how does everything feel more Sisyphean than ever #it is time to do something with my hands I think #Nina rambles #us politics #politics #tyre nichols #abortion rights #repro justice #reproductive justice #abortion access #scotus #tortuguita #stop cop city #atlanta forest #gun violence #police violence

[thunderbirds-showdown]

Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

Heavy Metal: Brains and Alan visit the Quantum Research Center, adjacent to New Geneva in Switzerland, to visit Brains' old friend Professor Moffat and the Supreme Hadron Collider. Disaster soon strikes when the collider suddenly creates a gravity well of extreme power which soon pulls a satellite down towards New Geneva. International Rescue quickly mobilises when both an aircraft and the World Wide Space Station are also drawn into the gravity well, threatening the city. The only craft that can withstand the gravitational pressure is Thunderbird 4, which Gordon must pilot out of its normal undersea environment.

Growing Pains: The Chaos Crew interrupts the pleasant and quiet life of Ned Tedford, to steal the orchard growth serum inside the highly- secure Global Seed Vault. Kayo and Captain Rigby respond, with the help of John Tracy, but things take a turn when a computer virus infects EOS and the serum touches Ned's pet geranium, Gladys - turning her into Giant Gladys!

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #tumblr polls #polls showdown #tournament poll #tumblr showdown

[er1chartmann]

These are some facts and curiosities about Karl Brandt, the head of the Aktion T4:

He was born on 8th of January, 1904 in Alsace.

He began his studies in 1924, at the University of Jena, and in 1928, at the age of 24, he became a doctor.

A young doctor when he joined the Nazi party in 1932, he placed his hopes in the party for the recovery of the Alsace region, which in the meantime had returned under French rule (in 1919). A very important role in the formation of his thought was played by an Alsatian like him, the Nobel Peace Prize winner Albert Schweitzer, whose work as a missionary in Africa he however could not join for political and military reasons.

In 1934, at the age of just 29, he became the Führer's personal doctor . The conflict between the two was always quite heated. In fact, while Hitler's official doctor, Morell, was considered a charlatan, Karl Brandt was the scientific figure and traditional doctor of the Reich.

He was the man chosen by Hitler as the initiator of the T4 Program (the killing of disabled Germans) and as his supreme medical authority.

With these authorities, he was involved in roles of maximum responsibility in the sadly famous "scientific" experiments on human beings, including the one in which he himself asked the ReichsFührer, Heinrich Himmler, for authorization to carry out inoculations of the epidemic hepatitis virus in human beings.

He and Albert Speer were not only close friends, but also acted to save each other's lives. In 1944, Brandt used his enormous powers as General Commissioner of Medical Services and his friends to save the already ill Speer from Himmler's assassination attempt. Subsequently, on April 16, 1945, Brandt was arrested by the Gestapo and sentenced to death, as he was accused of high treason against the Führer. But on May 2 he was released by order of Karl Dönitz. In fact, upon hearing the news of his friend and colleague's arrest, Speer had the urgency to mobilize various people to save his life.

Brandt entered into what many think of as an adopted son relationship with the Führer himself.

François Bayle, a French psychologist who interviewed him repeatedly at the time of the Nuremberg trials, described him thus:

«Rich, vigorous, but undisciplined, pugnacious and childish personality made vulnerable by his ambition and pride. Possessed of a vivid intelligence, but little logical clarity and much imagination, which can easily be influenced and led astray. His character could also be influenced, just as easily."

He was tried from 9 December 1946 to 19 August 1947 with twenty-two other doctors at the Nuremberg Palace of Justice

Karl Brandt was found guilty of war crimes, crimes against humanity and membership of an organization declared criminal by the International Military Tribunal and sentenced to death by hanging.

Sources:

Wikipedia: Karl Brandt

Military Wiki: Karl Brandt

The Nazi Doctors by Robert Jay Lifton

❗❗I DON'T SUPPORT NAZISM,FASCISM OR ZIONISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS AN EDUCATIONAL POST❗❗

#reichblr #ww2 germany #ww2 history #austrian painter #studyblr #the ss #karl brandt

[birdhouseblog23]

Do you know what's crazy about Elemental HERO lore? There is barely any lore or the lack thereof in terms of story content or narrative structure.

We never got many stories besides the various archetypes of HEROS introduced to the HERO genre and that one crossover with Vendread where the Vendread virus took over Skyscraper City for a short while. Other than that, the card art mostly shows the HEROs doing hero things which is cool, but then again, would the lore matter at this point???

We have the GX anime, but it leans more support toward the Neo Spacians in Season 2 onward than the Elemental HEROS. It's shown throughout the seasons that Jaden can talk to the HEROs along with Wing Kuriboh, but the writers forgot he can speak with them??? Or at least try and attempt to know them a little better??? Especially since during my rewatch of GX where his character is about heroism???

The Elemental HEROs share the spotlight with the Neo Spacians, but the Neo Spacians are more talkative with Jaden and have a more narrative plot in connection to seasons 3 and 4.

So you mean to tell me that Jaden could've talked to HEROS, but the writers decided to speak more with bootleg Neopets due to plot reasons??? Hello???

Also, where were the Neo Spacians when Jaden transformed into the Supreme King??? Did they just dip the minute Jaden went evil and s***? Why didn't they save Jaden? Or worn Jaden friends with the situation at hand?? And how did the Elemental HEROs feel when they turned evil??? Am I missing something here????

#make it make since #neo spacians are cool thou #neo spacian does deserve better support than what we got now #still waiting on an Elemental HEROS anime adaptation we'll never get #I know didn't mention Neos because he's an interesting case #Yugioh #yugioh gx #judai yuki #yuki judai #yubel #ygo gx #winged kuriboh #elemental hero #Hero archetype #Neo Spacians #supreme king #supreme king jaden

[parchmentknight]

hello captain robert cross fans (there are maybe 5 of you) i come bearing my fanon depiction of rob

uh yeah im a big fan of "guy who was in a super niche video game from the early 2000s and wasnt even a main character and therefore had maybe 2 minutes worth of voicelines and basically no lore" SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST PROTOYPE GAME BELOW. but also rob lore. lots. from an rp. yes i rp and i love making characters absolutely wacky and silly and troll others. its funny

my fanon headcanon rob (hes rob in my brain instead of cross because the rp server im in has like FOUR crosses LMAO and each uses a different part of his name. i find it hilarious. love duplicate characters. also rob hates all the other crosses or at least is pissed and freaked about them) survived getting obliterated by the supreme hunter (big endgame baddie) and spends like a month in a shady underground medical center/infirmary. hes infected with a strain of redlight but it doesnt turn him into a virus; hes just some dude whos stronger than normal and always feverish in temperature. hes still pretty lame and i want to kick him in the n u.ts.

he becomes friends with dana mercer (the woman on the ground begging for mercy in the second drawing as rob ominously uses his flip phone) because she finds his abrasiveness a challenge and fights to become his friend and partner in trol.ling. she taught him the ways of the internet and now he uses emojis (in the worst way possible) and calls everything a furry and/or cosplay and i think he uses reddit and facebook. he also uses a flip phone, not because he doesnt know how to use a smartphone, but because he knows that crappy technology enrages dana so much so he bought one to spite her. it also takes the worst pictures known to mankind and he sends her poor images. he and dana just send texts to each other and try to make the other cringe and swear. hence the second image (she is trembling as he uses his flip phone). images of his hospital breakfast below

and yeah rob uses his flip phone even when texting in the rp server and it looks like THIS (imagine its discord instead of ins.tagra.m)

i love rob hes my ball of rage and spite and he just yells at everyone and thinks hes tough but hes not. and the main thing that makes me rp is because i want to make characters silly and goofy

reference images i used:

no i do not have ph.otosh.op i just use firealpaca and colour pick from the background and slap the screen a bunch until it looks good

#my art #artwork #art #fan art #digital art #prototype 2009 #prototype #robert cross #captain cross #blackwatch #rp #halo #au #dana mercer

[watanabes-cum-dump]

Some interesting things abt Babylonia’s politics + some theories

*clown voice* Hola amigos! So I am fucking insane and took some notes (and screenshots) while reading the New Divide extra story chapter and I think it has some very interesting insights into Babylonia’s government! So I will be sharing those in no particular order

Parliament

As we can see in this screenshot here, there are some logos that aren’t just the standard WG logo. I have no idea what the one on the right is supposed to be for (possibly their version of their Supreme Court or smth) but I think the logo with the C is for the Control Court and the one in the middle is just for Gestalt. There are other logos in other shots of this meeting room thingy but half of them are cut off and these three are the only ones that are consistent.

I imagine these are the parties maybe? Idk what kinda government structure Babylonia has but that’s my guess. Wonder what party Hassen is from then.

Collins’ and Kurono’s intentions

Throughout this story, Collins is shown wanting more power in Parliament. Interesting when you consider that an ex Kurono member, Nikola is basically the second in Command of Babylonia’s army. Makes me wonder if there was ever a point Nikola had the same goal and thus joined parliament, since Liszt, a member of Kurono, is in parliament as a member of the Control Court.

Anyways that kinda segways into the next bullet point

Nikola and Hassen’s relationship

Their partnership never fails to intrigue me. Because Nikola left Kurono and is actively working with Hassen against them. (for the most part) I wonder how they became partners? Because iirc Nikola is still with Kurono during the events of Lucia and Luna’s interlude, which is roughly uh… ten ish years before the story starts? I could go into a whole speculative timeline on what I think was Hassen’s ascent to becoming president but I’m not going to rn.

I just really wanna know how they met and how long they’ve known each other because they seem to trust each other. And they know each other pretty well as evidenced by Nikola remarking that Hassen is far more ruthless than him in I believe it was Last Spark?? Idk I have a screenshot somewhere. Anyways they’re literally married it’s just very interesting to me.

(Also I think it’s kinda cute their suits are like inversions of the other’s colours? Hassen’s suit is grey with a black tie and Nikola’s suit is black with a grey tie idk if that was intentional and/or I’m reading too far into this but they’re a cute little duo TO ME)

Nikola’s opposition against Kurono

I am absolutely living for Nikola’s beef with his old faction oh my god. This shit is so fucking funny to me. Like I think he should have let Karenina beat the shit out of Collins. I know that there might be some trauma involved seeing as Kurono is responsible for like half of this game’s problems that aren’t the Punishing Virus, but still.

(I could go into heavy detail on why I think Nikola is highkey traumatized by Kurono but that is for another time”

He just hates them so fucking much and I think he’s actively praying on Kurono’s downfall I am so here for it.

Honestly? I hope Nikola gets what he wants I fucking hate Collins.

Vonnegut’s mole

Okay this was a little theory I came up with while I was reading through Roland’s little section of the story but how the fuck does Vonnegut know about the Lunar base and the Zero point reactor???? He has some explaining to do because I don’t think the general public knows about it.

This leads me to think that Vonnegut has some high ranking eyes up in Babylonia. Perhaps it’s a Kurono member. Idk. I just don’t fucking know how he knows abt the Lunar Base maybe I’ll re read that part but still I am confuzzled.

Kurono. Just, Kurono

Kurono is actually so sussy I am appalled that more people in Parliament aren’t trying to shut them down. Like they’re an entirely different organization with a private military, secret experiments, and general shady dealing and no one bats a fucking eye???

The way they sort of have their own government and operate outside of Babylonia’s rules too??? This is bonkers does nobody get the memo that Kurono is up to something??? I have a war crime counter tally and Kurono’s counts of illegal experimentation are slowly piling up oh my god.

I hope Nikola rats out all of Kurono’s and I hope he gets to kill Collins bc I think he deserves it.

Anyways this has been Kou’s delusions abt a fictional government I will see you again my dear reader once I get more lore crumbs

(Kuro plz translate the rest of Dominik’s orphans I see a link to the Manga on the PGR website you know you want to}

#Pgr #punishing gray raven #kouryuu's shit #pgr theories #Pgr lore

[whatitshouldvebeen]

I once wrote a story outline about Albert Wesker having a daughter who inherered the prototype virus. This led him to believe the only true way to spread uroboros safely was through his decendants.

So Wesker had a TON of kids. Raised them as more of a leader than a father in a secret compound, an isolated island. He found which had strengths and who worked best together and got them all working to make a utopia. Spreading Uroboros through reproduction.

In this version, Wesker doesn't want to infect the world with Uroboros. He just wants the world to recognize the superiority of his genetics, and desire to join him by reproducing with his progeny.

This way, the Uroboros virus is not so dangerous since if it is passed genetically, it only enhances. And anyone can theoretically be a part of the Uroboros enhanced lineage if they have a child with one of his children.

But, when Wesker has thousands of grandchildren and is ailing, the grand scheme starts to fall apart. His children fall further away from his vision of a utopia, and desire power more than the elevation of all of mankind. They want to eliminate the weak, to make only the STRONGEST and MOST powerful of them into the supreme leaders of this new world.

So Wesker and his daughter have to try to curb their tenacity. To instill the importance of all life, and show that even if one isn't the most powerful or the highest tier of intelligence/agility/what have you, they still have worth.

Let me know what you think!

#resident evil wesker #resident evil #resident evil games #re3 remake #albert wesker

[phoenixyfriend]

I'm watching old SNL sketches (I've been bingeing because my emotional and mental health is Not Great right now), and there's some from spring of 2020, when literally everyone was doing things from home for safety, including this show...

And there's a part of me that is in this moment viciously resentful and weirdly nostalgic for that.

I don't like that we've gone back to 'normal' when the virus counts are still high. Literally as high as they were when everyone was working from home!

And just I'm bitter?

I want the world to do a rerun on proper quarantine because with the vaccines and whatnot, it might actually work this time. We might actually bring the virus down to manageable this time, but since so many people aren't taking it seriously it's just...

Like. It's not as bad as late the 21/22 winter season, but it's still really bad, and that's with half the world refusing to do basic prevention and vaccination!

IDK I'm just. It's a weird mental space.

Especially because I keep swinging between "I should wear my mask more often than I do, even though everyone keeps telling me not to" and "I'm quadruple-vaxxed, I'm supremely unlikely to cause spreading and don't actually need to do this" and "my own vaccination status is unrelated to the mask, because offering people the choice of being unmasked with the assumption of vaccination without checking allows anti-vaxxers the chance to superspread, and choosing to remain masked helps aid with social pressure to keep masking when unvaccinated"

So. IDK. I kind of miss that specific period where we hadn't yet accepted this horror as just part of life, because it's still here! It's still killing people! It's fucked up!

But at least back in 2020, people were taking that risk seriously.

#coronavirus #quarantine #personal #vent post

[muzzleroars]

oh shit imagine either gabe or v1 dying in hell and then just. full on getting taken over and consumed by hell itself. they get to come back but watch out lol

mentions of character death //

FALLEN GABE BAD ENDING....he's lucky he got the angelic equivalent of becoming a prime soul because otherwise this is likely what would have happened. he has enough to remain somewhat aware, a supreme angel unable to be fully consumed by an entity like hell even if just scraps of a soul left, but there would be nothing he could do with it. distantly aware that he moves, distantly aware that he feels pain, so much pain, but consciousness more like a dying ember, tired, defeated, watching only because it can't seem to close its eyes. flickers of recognition wouldn't matter if he meets v1 again, yet he would wish he could express his happiness upon seeing it. because v1 will do what needs to be done. v1 loves him, but it doesn't love whatever he's become, it won't hesitate to kill and tear apart the body that holds him prisoner now. only v1 would have the ability to release him, and he knows it will. maybe it knows it too.

v1 would be a different case, if hell didn't merely decide to just make it a puppet - merging hell with the machine is possible, but there is a greater spark when death is less permanent for it and the fusion doesn't mesh as well. yet it can't fully repair its code, too damaged to actually stave off its possession, so over and over it's trying to crash itself, it's trying to choke its software into a mass of intelligible strings in the hope that it will fail, it will die. hell fights back against it and it wars with itself as it moves without permission, and it hopes it won't find gabriel. because he's different than it is. he's passionate, sentimental, the way he loves is not like v1, and it knows it would tear him apart to fight against it now, aware of what he has to do if he can. it could very well kill him if he can't commit to doing the same (perhaps even if he can...hell will not stop to let him go the way v1 once did), and it can't fathom the agony of desperately doing everything it can to crash before it bleeds the life out of him. v1 is a being that primarily wants to survive, it would do everything to figure out a way to get rid of its parasite...but it would slowly, secretly build a coding bomb, its own little virus tailor made to kill it, should it find gabriel and begin to see him fail

#v1 creating its very own self-destruct button. for gabe #bc i imagine it a bit compartmentalized from hell due to poor melding #OH and shout out to user onlineviolence for its fantastic michael oc #he's amazing and i. love him. thought about him a lot here bc WELL...poor guy lol #cake answers #gabriel #v1

[xxmyhomexx]

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE: Bargain, Part One

Another headcannon for Amen and Eva. He finds out that she is a sheshmu, and has her and her group taken into questioning. However, Eva bargains for her friends life, telling him that if he wants to kill her, then he can because she'll be reunited with Isman.

Instead, Amen decides to take her back to Memphis, but only because Remmao tells him that she has been having dreams, especially about the ones of Anubis. He tells her that if she comes with him, he'll tell the Pharoah to spare her friends. She complies, under the guise that she doesn't try to escape or contact her friends for help. Her pet goes with her, and a few days later, they arrive in Memphis.

Her eyes widen, scanning the entire city in awe and curiosity. She is sitting directly in Amen's coach, eyes gazing to the dagger on his belt. She begins to wonder if he'll kill her when her usefulness is up, not daring to think anymore about it. She wonders about her friends, and if they are safe. When she sees Omphis, Polyb or Afiri, a small smile graces her lips as she has someone to keep her sane at least.

When the carriage pulls up to Menes II's palace, Eva is immediately escorted into the throne room. When a hunter becomes rough with her during the escort, Amen gives him a warning.

"Do not touch her again, and it will be your limbs I cut off in the executioner's chair," he snarls. The hunter backs away as Amen takes over, leading her toward none other than Menes II.

Eva observes the Pharoah rising from his throne, eyeing her with obvious disdain, but also contempt and curiosity. She is wearing a white dress, her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, and sandals to accentuate her feet. He walks to his throne, ordering her to bow before him.

"Bow to me, girl," he says. "Let me see you."

Eva grits her teeth, but holds back an insult and obeys. He nods in safisfaction.

"So, my Epistates tells me you are the sheshmu he has been looking for," he sneers. "Tell me, are there more? Don't bother, I know it all."

"I'm here...on behalf of my people," Eva answers curtly. "If you are going to execute me, then get it over with."

Amen purses his lips as Menes II scratches his chin.

"Tempting," he leans back. "But Amen tells me you have dreams of the Lord Anubis. Why is that? Sheshmu cannot dream."

Eva narrows her eyes. "I don't know myself, your Highness."

Menes II taps a finger on the arm of his throne. He had received a long letter from the hunters days before their arrival, and it only stated Eva would be brought to Memphis on behalf of her mentor. As she waits, he suddenly rises from his throne.

"We may have a use for you after all," he concludes. "If what Amen tells me is true, then we just might be one step closer to ridding Egypt of this virus. You, my dear, will stay and aide us in our work. You will be trained by my dark priests, and we will see what those dreams truly are."

Eva's eyes widen. "You mean...I'm not dying?"

Menes II frowns. "Time will tell."

He looks at Amen. "Escort her to the house she will be staying in. Make sure it is prepared, and assign one of my maids as her personal servant."

Amen turns to leave with Eva.

"But..."

They both look back. "Keep an eye on her. If she tries anything suspicious, report back to me."

Eva sucks in a breath as Amen bows, turning on his heels to leave. They walk outside, through the palace gardens where people of upper aristocracy stop to stare. It is clear that she doesn't fit in, given the state of her attire and hair. They start whispering to one another, until a warning glare from Amen tells them to mind their own business.

Soon, they come upon a series of houses, the grand one made from slab and clay belonging to the Supreme Epistates himself. She thinks she will be assigned one of the smaller homes, until they walk right into the one that makes her stomach drop.

"I thought..." Eva stops amist the steps. "I thought I'd be placed in the smaller ones."

Amen scoffed. "Do you really think the Pharoah's so generous? No, my neferut, I made sure he assings you to my home so I can keep a personal eye on you."

Eva's eyes widened before she scowled. "You really don't trust me?"

"Trust you, after the stunts you pulled?" Amen growls. "You've stolen my things, lied about your profession, and got your mentor and friends in trouble. Be thankful they're still alive, because one slip up..."

He unsheathed the dagger from his belt, grabbed her ponytail, and yanked her head back to the point where the column of her throat was exposed. He pointed the tip right at the base, causing Eva to become rigid. She began to sweat, and he could tell she was shivering.

"And I'll cut your throat from ear..."

Amen trailed his dagger across her neck from one ear to the other, the blade lightly tickling her skin.

"To ear. That includes them, too."

Eva remains silent, balling her hands in tight fists. She used her strength to push herself free, and sprinted up the steps inside the house without looking back. She doesn't bother to look around, all she cares about is getting to her room and locking it.

Hours draw by, falling into night,and she stays in her chosen room curled in a ball on the bed. The room is decent, with a bed of comfortable straw, navy blue covers, and heiroglyphics on the wall similar to the one in Thebes. She doesn't move from this position, afraid if she does, the hunters will restrain her and take her for her execution. A soft knock startles her, causing her to back into a corner.

When she doesn't answer, there is a click and the door opens, revealing a soft looking woman with brown eyes, a black bob with bangs, and gold plate earrings. She is wearing a pink gown, carrying several more in one arm. When her head perks at Eva, she stops dead, just as the sheshmu in front of her.

"E-Evthys?"

"Theone?!" Eva stalked toward her. "Why are you...in the house of Amen?!"

Theone sat the clothes on the foots of her bed. "I came to Memphis for work. Livius dismissed me after that...fiasco, and a local healer who works for the Epistates hired me. He is away right now, but Amen asks me to help at his house, and I guess..."

"You're my personal maid."

"Not maid," Theone scrunches her nose. "Assistant. But that isn't bad, considering you were the one who severed my connection to Livius, and saved that young girl in Hermopolis."

Eva remained silent as Theone started to sort through the dresses she brought.

"There we go," she smiled. "Now you can choose one to your liking."

"For what?" Eva raised a confused brow.

"Dinner, of course! The cook is almost done, and the Epistates requests you join him."

Eva's eyes widened in fear. Amen wants her to join him for dinner? Absolutely not! She wanted to lash out at Theone, but when she saw the young woman's confused stare, she knew it wasn't her fault. She was only doing as she was ordered, and she couldn't put her at risk. Then again, she did not want to sit at a table with the very damned hunter that brought her here.

"I'm sorry, Theone," she shakes her head. "I'm not hungry."

The cued growling of her stomach betrayed her.

"But Master Amen mentioned you hadn't eaten all day, and you need dinner. If he finds out I didn't bring you down..."

Theone's panicked eyes scanned the room. "Then you'll be punished. I know I haven't made things easier for you, Evthys, but please comply. You're already here for a purpose, and if the Epistates finds out you were the one who helped me with Livius, or that girl..."

Eva nodded with a grim understanding. "Ok, I get it...at least me bathe first."

Theone's panic ceased with a wide grin. After a quick wash, Eva picked out a white gown with cutout shoulders. The sleeves were long, and it was very comfortable. Theone clapped her hands together, complimenting her beauty. After helping her fasten it, she assisted her at the vanity.

Theone tried to make small talk, but Eva listened to her rambles in silence. She didn't know what was happening in Thebes or Hermopolis. Were her loved ones safe? Did they manage to escape execution? Before she knew it, Theone fixed her hair into two plaits, down over her shoulders. As she gathered beauty supplies for makeup, Eva waved her hand at it.

"Absolutely not," she shook her head. "I'm not putting on makeup."

"Are you sure?" Theone gulped.

"Theone," Eva's voice was firm, but held gentleness. "I appreciate the effort, I do, but I'm still here as a prisoner, and if Amen think he'll dress me up for sport, then he is sadly mistaken. I'll wear his clothes, but I won't paint my face for his satisfaction."

"Then are you ready?"

Eva nodded as she lead her to the door. "Let's go."

Theone nodded and opened the door for her. Both girls walked down the hall together in silence, with Eva admiring the decor of his house. It was beautiful, although a bit austentatious because of how big the space was. Torches lit up the hall, Theone peeking at her face. The poor woman looked as if she were about to break into sobs, and hesitantly, she reached to squeeze her shoulder. Eva blinked as she peered down, while Theone gave her a small smile.

"I still want to thank you for your services," her grip tightened. "I don't know if it was love or lust, but getting away from Livius was the best thing for both of us."

Just for you. Eva bit her tongue not to retort, and Theone's eyes were full of genuine appreciation. Who was she to crash her world by advising her that Livius didn't feel anything for her to begin with? She just returned the smile as they finally made it to the dining hall.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to find me. My house is just across from here, you'll see it from your room."

"Wait, you're not coming?" Eva's voice rose in pitch. Theone frowned apologetically, as her orders were to escort her and then leave. Eva inhaled through her nose and gulped, the cotton, loose dress suddenly feeling ten times too tight. She watched as Theone excused herself, shuffling on her feet. She knew she couldn't rely on her protection, yet felt alone and exposed.

Better to get this over with, she mused. She stepped inside the fire-lit hall, and her nostrils filled with the scent of food and fresh wine. She came upon a table, and her eyes bugged at everything: koshari, freshly cooked tamiya, mahshi, dried fish. There were two jugs, filled with fresh berry wine. She saw steam rising from the food. This cuisine was better prepared than what she was served at the temple and Thebes, because her stomach was flipping with rumbles.

She was tempted to gather a plate to take back to her room, but where was the host? She eyerolled and decided to take one of everything. As soon as she piled her plate, she took a seat at the far end of the table, right where her host would sit.

"So I see you made yourself comfortable."

Amen's voice startled her. She whirled around and saw him duck into the hall. He wore nothing but the white pants that hung to his waist, the ones he slept in. Even out of uniform, he still intimidated her, even to her very core.

Eva remained motionless as he took the seat directly in front of her.

"Shall we begin?"

#romance club #song of the crimson nile #rc evthys #rc amen

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 8, Group 1 of 8

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Red Dwarf: 5.04 Quarantine

At a research complex on an ice planet, the crew find the hologram of Dr. Lanstrom who has been infected with a holo virus that turned her mad. Back on the Red Dwarf the crew are subjected to quarantine by Rimmer who's also been infected.

The West Wing: 1.15 Celestial Navigation

In a lecture at Georgetown, Josh recalls the previous week at the White House, during which he replaced a dentally impaired C.J. in the press room and gave a memorably disastrous briefing, responding to a reporter's question (sarcastically, although taken quite seriously) that the White House had a secret plan to fight inflation. Meanwhile, he's intermittently on the phone with Toby and Sam, who have flown to Connecticut and are now lost in a rental car on the Connecticut Turnpike. They've gone on critical business: the president's nominee for the Supreme Court, Roberto Mendoza, was pulled over by the local police for "driving while Hispanic" and refused to take a drunk test, so he was incarcerated. Toby has to talk the judge down from making a big public issue of his arrest by fighting the charges in court.

featuring the president's secret plan to fight inflation

#red dwarf #the west wing #tww #poll #polls #round1 #r1g1 #this matchup actually breaks my heart.