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rumor-imbris · 3 years

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Hello, Lady Connor! I want to ask out of unbearable, suffocating curiosity in my heart, even though in the previous post you already said to not mention "that certain comic". Could you please enlighten me about your view on that comic and what you despise about it? I would love to read your detailed thoughts about it even if just once. But if this is too triggering for you, I'm truly sorry for your discomfort and you don't need to answer it.

Hello, dear Anon and welcome ^-^ It's weird you naturally called me Lady Connor, as usually only my little fairy @giuliettaluce does. Well, I guess her magic put a spell on everybody here!!

If you really care to know, I'll answer, but brace yourself, it's going to be very long, almost an essay, because I can be very detailed about that comic being a failure in its every part. There's so much to say. You're right, as I mentioned before, it can trigger me, but I have attentively analized it and I know it makes not a single atom of sense. So nothing can actually bother me that much, don't worry ^_-

First of all, my general consideration of the AC Reflections comic issue #4, (yeah, that thing -.-) is that of a mere attempt to desperately make Bayek's remote vision through Senu's eyes a canon feature. It was created and published in 2017, the same year AC Origins was released and yes, they needed an excuse to make believe Connor's alleged daughter inherited a skill someone (who isn't even their direct ancestor!!) that lived 1700 years ago in ancient Egypt had! OMG, this should be funny enough, but I'll go on. Also, I think it was likely a carelessly arranged way to satisfy those AC3 fans demanding a "happy ending" for unlucky Connor (quite 5 years later, of course).

I'll better go step by step to figure out where to start from, seriously.

1) In the comic, when Otso Berg opens the file related to Connor, the scene is set in "1796: Upstate New York." Now this is chronologically and spacially incoherent and illogical. We see Connor still wears his assassin outfit in it, right? According to AC Initiates (2012) in 1804 Connor invites the Dominican assassin Eseosa at the Davenport homestead to provide him some advices and further training as he's involved in the leading of the Haitian Revolution. That's a really cool character, read about him, if you want!

So, until then Connor is still an assassin, probably the mentor (by now) of the Colonial Brotherhood. He still runs the homestead and he still commands the Aquila, I guess, he's the captain still. I calculated the distance between the homestead and the then upper NY frontier territories is approximately 260 miles (quite far nowadays with cars and planes as well). Then, why the hell should he have a family located in the forest upstate NY? It sounds very unconfortable to run back and forth to reach them and go back to take care of all the Brotherhood matters, doesn't it? Unless he knew about teleportation!!! Also, wow, he lives all alone in a nice massive villa with all the comforts of that time while his children and wife still live in a Native village constantly menaced by settlers wanting to steal their land? Beside the fact that Connor, at least in my point of view, seemed at last very familiar with european way of living by the end of the game, this leads us to the next point.

2) By the time the game and the comic are set (second half of 18th century), most of the East Coast Native tribes were facing the tragic and forced migration to western and northern territories (mostly towards Canada, protected by the British) because of all the consequences of the Revolutionary War (lost territories, failed alliances, settlers advancing and buying their lands and so on). So tells us history, unfortunately. It's a fact. And this is wisely showed to us in the AC3 main game when, after all the Kanien'kehá:ka tribes had left the territory around Connor's village (yes, even those near New York, to be clear) even Connor's own tribe at last migrates west, leaving an empty ghost village. They had remained all along to protect the secret temple, but in the end they as well were forced to leave. So, to me it's highly improbable that in upstate NY, one could still find a tribe and even if so, that Connor would let his family live there and risk their safety everyday.

3) The whole comic plot revolves around the fact that Io:nhiòte has a "special gift"... She inexplicably knows how to read the ground and find animal traces, she also can perform a perfect twisted acrobatic flip in the air and land unharmed to the ground. Do we know why? No, don't ask! xD She simply knows U.U, even if right after the next scene she slips and falls miserably down a cliff xD, but... ok!! Beside that, when Connor is far away to search for some water and is about to be attacked by a wolf hidden in the grass nearby, she sees the whole scene from the eyes of an eagle flying in the sky above her. As I said before, this reminds us of Bayek's (never clearly explained) ability to see through his eagle Senu's eyes and spot dangers and enemies. Now can you tell me why the hell this little girl has super powers and a skill Bayek had? As I said, they are not even directely related, as Bayek is not one of Desmond Miles' ancestor, we know him simply because Layla's new Animus is magical and can inexplicably read fragmented DNA from people who died a thousand years ago (it can also prepair coffee, I think!). So, where did she get that from? Magic? Mysteries of life? Convenient improbable connections for marketing's sake? We'll never know and you should simply accept that and ask no question!

4) From her height, way of speaking/moving/running, I assume Io:nhiòte is at least 8 years old, 8 - 9 minimum. She's the youngest of three siblings, who must be at least two years older than her and than each other (according to a human woman pregnancy timing!). If the comic events are set 12 years after the main game ending (1784, when Connor also starts to train the young ex-slave Patience Gibbs, arriving at the Davenport homestead with Aveline De Grandpré, according to AC IV Black Flag bonus mission with Aveline), so, this means that in that same year Connor must have found hastily the love of his life in a Native village (as if he was easy to open himself with other people after all he's been through), married her, impregnated her and seen her give birth to their first child, all in the same year when (let's not foget! xD) he still is the leader of the Colonial Assassin Brotherhood at the Davenport homestead training novices. Now, this may even be possible humanly speaking, (well, if you force the things a bit and hurry up!) but highly unlikely to happen!! xD

These are the main problems affecting the logic of the comic in my opinion, the points making its foundations crumble apart. Though I'm sure there are many little others to point out, such as Otso Berg "opening" Connor's files... like what? Where did those data come out from? I remember playing AC IV Black Flag and uncovering a file where Abstergo researchers themselves closed access to his memories as there was "nothing appealing to this character anymore"! So, if no more researches were conducted on him since 2013, where did Mr Berg magically or conveniently discovered such data in 2017?

Or... do we want to talk about the cover? It shows Connor in the spirit outfit from the Tyranny of King Washington DLC, which has apparently nothing to do with the comic, since it is set in his present day and he wears his assassin standard robe. Now, I think that can be either a simple marketing choice to make the comic more appealing, as... well, that cover is so cool, let's admit that, or maybe the subtle suggestion that the events told in it are just a parallel Disney-like reality and are not to be considered true at all! xD i don't know, maybe both explanations are right.

I'm sure that the deeper i dig, the more nothing rational I'll find!

If you played the old games, if you know well the franchise and its lore, the true, good, old AC lore, you definitely realize by yourself how that comic is useless and senseless.

This doesn't mean I do not wish an "happy ending" for Connor. But I'd rather accept something coherent with the main game events and AC chronology. Also, it doesn't necessarily needs to be a "happy" ending, as they conveniently created to please complaining fans. I wished for something real... coherent with his personality, acquired life-style and endless sense of duty and values.

Maybe that's what pushed me to write my FanFic novel in the first place, after all... To give him MY OWN cohesive ending, including my love, for love is always needed, I guess.

I'm so sorry if the answer took this long in time and words, but you were warned! ^w^

Though, thank you... Seriously, thank you so much for asking. You made me reflect once more about this matter.

Come visit me again, if you want. Take care

- Rumor Imbris 🦋

P.S. Oh, and if you're interested, this is my "jelousy song", for when things like this trigger my inner witch!! xD

#ask #ask me anything #I Am the Storm!!!!#AC3 Reflections #why it sucks #why it makes no sense #thanks for asking #anon ask

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iconsumeheadcanons · 4 years

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persona characters autism headcanons!

hi im autistic and i started my day with sun so now im !!!!!!!!! some of these headcanons are from elsewhere on tumbr, but i dont know where :((( so i am hoping someone out there knows that n that everybody knows that i love them <3

(also go check out mollypaup and i think hypeswap if you havent already! they post some good stuff autism+adhd hc too!!! i think.. oh! and thieves-in-the-palace!!!)

Joker

there was some artwork from someone on tublr..where they pointed out that he doesnt really talk outside the metaverse so--hes hyperverbal as joker and just near nonverbal as akiren

he stims ALL THE TIME. that phone thing, the pencil thing, the little tappy tap of his foot, pulling at his bangs when hes embarrassed/smug. someone get him a fidget spinner. he’ll prob learn to do tricks with it

he probably sucks at focusing in class, like i know its just the game design but hes always surprised out of his daily “star out the window at the nearby office building” when his teachers ask him questions

mona mentions when the pt is at Wilton for the first time (after they run into shido) that joker eats like shit, and that could have multiple causes at the start of the story of course, but when i first played i thought that joker was a picky eater and that the variety (and amount of food) at the buffet would be an Ordeal...

tho mona makes that comment bc joker looked pale after having a little ptsd moment from shidos voice, but i didnt know that the first time i played

maybe when joker makes a face at ryuji putting so much ginger in his gyudon? joker probably does not like pickled ginger lol

his favortive foods are all spicy, which is why the curry he makes for his friends is always ‘overly spicy’, and why kasumi makes him a curry bento and joker kept going “...?” .... “....?!”

overly reflective glasses have been a great plus for him bc now he never has to make real eye contact every again!

mona Soft. play with Ann hair. maybe Braid. nice

puns (Gorou the Goroumet)

he has so many options to be straight up rude sometimes in game. he probably no clue on his own, which is why he defaults to Not Talking. people probably mention his constant scary face, which is just him being nonexpressive, squinting at all the fucking bright lights, and Tired

executive function who? we do everything last minute folks

high pain tolerance, which is why he was the kid that was always climbing trees in elementary school to get basketballs unstuck from the branches

his sixth sense lets him see treasure and possible places to climb/crawl bc 1. Shiny? Steal it. Steal it Now. and 2. Could i fit in that? Time to Find Out

probalby a bit of a klepto too oops. he’ll return it tho!! but he has to do it dramatically or he’ll die

cant sit properly to save his life

smells and touch are Great, they can keep him grounded when his brain goes off to police or dead rivals or guilt or

if a friend hung out with him and gave him total reigns of the agenda, he would choose to nap on the floor while his friend does something off to the side quietly

hyperfocuses on handy tasks (i.e. lockpicks, coffee brewing, cleaning, his part time jobs) and some things like movies and books. everything else is a tossup

his (normal) navigation app is his most used app bc he still doesnt know where hes going, even though he only goes to the same few places in the city

hates being sweaty, literally cannot stand it. probably double exhausted during the summer

but Needs Compression so hes often Struggling

Futaba

paraphrase from p5d “i have no motor skills so i cant play rhythm games :(” need i say more? (i will regardless)

echolalia all the time, from anime, memes, the PT

those headphones she wears all the time? noise cancelling ear protectors babey

only talks about her interests, “normal” talking is Not Easy, but she is still communicative w others despite her worries. shes not “hard to understand” at all but she feels the anxiety nonetheless

only talks informally, cannot talk ‘politely’ with out imitating someone around her

shes had meltdowns and anxiety attacks in game :( i relate so hard

Technology. thats it

def had an egypt phase that pops up every few months. probably came from yu-gi-oh

has Immune to Bright Lights buff. joker is very jealous

“Time to make like a tree and leave!” and 30 other iterations

video game metaphors are the only ones that makes sense to her

probably relates hard to robot characters in anime for their general androgyny and confusion about human emotions and connections

probably gets told that shes “too smart to be on the spectrum” by teachers >:( she fails their classes on purpose

wakaba’s autistic too that just how it is

the Connection that she establishes with Joker is so Warm. my life goals include adopting an older brother like futaba has lsdkfjslkfj

also eater of 5 foods only, i mean, she brings cup ramen to the beach. i just really admire her...

hides in small spaces for comfort

doesnt she have like uhhhhh hyperthymesia or something like that?

Yusuke

art

his entire social link is learning how humans work, which i relate

talks seriously all the time

“sarcasm? who is that? are you saying I was sarcastic?...how?”

cant remember to take care of his body, and madarame did not help with that either

lot of uncomfortable staring, hes overdoing the eye contact thingy

infodumps all the time, doesnt know hes doing it

needs a lot of support even if he doesnt think he deserves it. no one ever complains about helping him out tho

visual stims my friends

he didnt know that you could look up pictures on the internet but he does know you can stream live videos of waterfalls and fluffy animales!!

I am certainly in the mood

for something salty today.

he and joker are scared of math. numbers do not interact

Yusuke, futaba, and akiren are a trio and i know this bc their first day of non-thievery interacts is Akiren clearing Futabas room w/o permission, futaba hyperfocusing on destroying medjed, and yusuke rearranging futabas figurines so they are more visually appealing

morgana is a support friend for all of them bc igor knows they need it

Souji/Yu

yes, he mostly wears gray semi formal clothes bc parents tell him to, no, he will not changes this

Schedule or Death

“sorry, could you repeat that?” “huh? oh yeah, i was saying that--” “yeah that’d be cool.”

cats, fishing, he just likes to be quiet. you can literally spend a day at the beach just to think if you want, and that is what yu want

has a lot of scripts for things (of which he shares with nanako!) but if he runs out he just stops talking..

inaba is a godsend bc its so fucking quiet and warm

he Yearns to hold his friends hands, but he shies away from a lot of touch (excepting yosuke, teddie, and nanako)

Cooking and Cleaning makes the world better. he and joker vibe together with this

unlike akiren, he strong arms any executive dysfunction into Be Productive or Else. his punishment is feeling the pure anxiety of having to make up for ‘lost time’. (another symptom of his workaholic parents)

writes everything down, notes are very neat, has pages dedicated for bad doodles when hes not feeling his usual Super Classroom Focus

Cannot handle secondhand embarrassment (most often caused by yosuke) and will quietly slip away to random cats or origami folding

hungry, crunch crunch folks. probably needs chewelry bc he used to chew on his shirt collars when he was younger.

cleans up after everyone in the food court, constantly worries about them accidently hurting themselves. likely spends half of group conversations watching peoples hands

he canonically eats expired food, nanako plz help your brother

really clumsy, but people only notice after they decide that he is a cool person

video games are too chaotic for him

exhausted every night from the pure amount of masking he does, if a friend spends the night (or is like yosuke) they will know his more comfortable weirdo self (tho everyone knows hes a weirdo eventually)

hyperempathetic, sometimes just understands animals and children better than peeople his age or older

Yukiko

her jokes

she and souji get in ‘trouble’ together, she and joker commit crimes together

she and chie have to coordinate outfits, its important

actually understands metaphors, but does not understand people

like me, had no clue that creepy kid was flirting with her

she is very angry when she has meltdowns that might involve slamming doors and shouting. her parents call these ‘tantrums’ and ‘unfitting for a polite daughter’ but really thats because her meltdowns tend to be caused by arguments w her family after a long day of school and TV world traipsing

the metronome meme, except hers goes between Loudest Person in the Room to Quietest Pin Drop in the Planet. she is completely unaware of this

her atmosphere brightens when chie appears. that is not only the lesbian energy within her, but also because chie is like her Favorite Person

Cannot wear Pants. No (tho she wants to try it! but she puts them on and her soul instantly squashes)

happy flappy lesbian! watch out!

Naoto

the pouty face. all the time lskdfjlasdkf

hes really snappy sometimes and i love that for him. he and akechi should fight just to see what would happen (please read Bang Bang Shoot Shoot on AO3)

“do not touch me or my hat, thank you”

no one has ever seen him shutdown and no one ever will (except for his grandpa)(and kanji)(and rise)

probably likes certain food textures and will stand for nothing less, probably feels embarrassed about his preferences with friends

constantly jumps between ‘everybody hates me so i should act like them so they dont hate me’ to ‘i refuse to be anything but very comfortable as myself, and i dont care that im making you upset sir’

he and souji are the king and queen of subtle stims, but for unhappy reasons :(

does not make jokes. cannot joke around. understand? yes, do? no.

loose clothes are the only good clothes, but all tags and obtrusive seams will be obliterated by kanji tatsumi

not very empathetic so he probably comes off as an asshole to strangers (like when he throws away his classmates confession letters without reading them) but he tries so hard to sound comforting when his buds are struggling.

his understanding of others emotions/reactions come from his learning as a detective, which seems cold+clinical to others, especially compared to souji, whos completely unexpressive but very introverted people person

Hamuko/Minako/Kotone

big personality!! very people-oriented!! koromaru and her are buddies!! when shes having a real bad time, shes very quiet and expressions turn off

interrupts herself in the middle of conversations all the time. no one knows where shes coming from. her brains is thousands of km ahead of her body

bouncey legs, swingin arms, twirlly skirt, little somersaults! when will she stop? never!

very obvious music stims with her hands and arms! people are like “oh there she goes! happy as usual!” shes listening to minatos heavy metal playlist

switches from exhausted to excited within milliseconds. no one can predict, not even her

SEES has to ask her for context all the time cuz she’ll just continue shit from 2 weeks ago without warning

professionals will assume shes very childish bc of how chipper she is, but she is beyond mature for her age and only feels comfortable enough to have serious conversations if a person has proved themself able to handle it

collects every little thing. her room is a mess and she has to get rid of most of it every time she moves :(

hates cleaning! smells bad, feels bad hhhhhgggg

dont let mitsuru-senpai see her bedroom

gets lost in the middle of conversations with others bc shes thinking about a story connected to one(1) word that was said earlier

no sense of time and place, she just sees her friends and goes “ah, this is the right place, then” but junpei and akihiko are also lost so now theyre all screwed

Minato/Makoto/Sakuya

no talkies, no walkies

his story in the movies is him literally learning how to function around people he cares for

doesnt get jokes, expressions, body language, empathy, subtlety, metaphors, physical contact, or eye contact. aigis is probably the only person he truly understands right away

he is still nice to people because he doesnt see a reason not to be, but also he has very limited energy so only his senpai and old people get his most polite-kindnesses

cannot describe feelings for the life of him. the team wont know hes injured or sick until hes passed out

everything is too loud, time to drown it out with my loud ass music

rocking and chewing stims, ryoji is the first person to point him out for these subtle stims (not accusingly of course, just general pure curiosity and love for the uniqueness of humanity)

likes to cover his face with whatever is available, lives like a bat in a dark dry cave

will wear anything that has pockets and his blue/gray/black palette

sleepy at all times bc he never has much energy

when he was younger he probably needed a lot of support, especially after his parents died, because he wouldnt communicate like a neurotypical and would shutdown for hours in the middle of school without warning. probably missed a lot of lessons and field trips out of pure overstimulation

eating at all times. no preference, just whatevers closest

his meltdowns probalby include humming whining noises and curling up in a ball, which makes people want to touch him, but that is the LAST thing he wants. put a blanket on him! play some music! do not talk and do not expect him to speak

aigis is the only person who can touch him normally bc her hands are cold and he likes cold

never nude, feels mmmmmmmmm without clothes and probalby wears a full robe in the hotsprings

will not do things that take more than one step w/o someone else walking him thru it, which Same

#my writing #p3 #p4 #p5 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #ren #futaba #souji #hamuko #minato #vibes straight thru the sun #i sincerely hope the read more works #im so srry for grammar problems #i literally cant read rn

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rungalwaysheretolisten · 3 years

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Armada Review episode 5-8

I am putting the read more so that you do not have to read all of this if you do not want to. This is a review for episodes 5-8 season 1 and again, a reminder, these are my thoughts, if you don’t agree with what I have to say that fine but please respect my thought and opinions on what I think about the serious.

So to start this up let go in order

Episode 5 Soldier:

So with Soldier, this episode focused a lot on Red Alert, Hotshot, Optimus, and their relationship. We learn about Red being a chef science engineer which brought up a question, does that really make Red a medic? I mean, sure they are robots so you could say that that would make him a medic, but in other transformers, they call them medics, so a question I like to ask you all and see if you guy can answer this question, is Red Alert a medic or is he just a mech who had to learn both engineer and medical seen there no one on their team right now really a medic.

Anyway, we notice right away Hotshot and Red not getting a lot and having some problem working together, we see Red as being tight follow the book like Magnus and we see Hotshot being this go luckily relaxed kid like Rodimus.

We also learn about how close Red and Prime's relationship is when they talk about fighting side by side in the war which I thought was a very amazing touch to the episode and that Red is really a good person who can kick ass, and do good. Then you have the Decepticons who are just treating Starscream like trash, teasing him about not having a min con and going as far as not wanting to listen to him which I thought was brought back wonderful in the episode Jungle which we will talk about in a bit but for now, we just see Megatron as normal treating Starscream badly and not even telling the other to listen to him, which in turn make Starscream want to prove himself to Megatron and which unfortunately cause him to fail in the end when he gets beat by Red and is not able to get the min con. We also get some foreshadowing of a clue of what the next min con will be but I won't talk about that till I get to the last episode but had to say that it was an interesting idea and is pretty cool.

Overall this episode was alright, the animation again, was a little bit over the place but I say it not a skip episode because you do learn a thing about the Autobots and learn a thing about the Depictions.

Episode 6 Jungle:

*sigh* Well, everyone let buckle up for safety because we about to get into an environmental episode and I like to talk about this before I talk more about this episode. I hate environmental episodes only because it always feels repetitive and it always makes me think of the Nostalgia critic reviews where the tv or movie is so bad because of the environmental episode and that they really don’t care about the message but have to but it just because they have too.

So with that out of the way, was it that bad?

I mean, it not good, but there is some part I feel made it not as awful. So the plot of this episode is they have to find a min con in the forest and the kids point out that they have to be careful in the forest and to not hurt the living things that are there, and it made me think for a moment wow, do you think the Autobot or any of this bots care about the forest as they destroyed there whole home because of a war, I don’t think they give two shit but as I watch the episode, I notice something about Optimus...he does care, he even said: “This planet looks peaceful from a glance but it has some serious problems.” I might be going deep on this, might but hear me out on what I think he meant by thought words.

I think at that moment he was thinking about Cybertron. For a glance a long time ago, you would have said the same thing, but after the war, and how much fighting they still are doing, it looks awful and sad. The fighting is causing a lot of problems and hurting others, it hurting living being, hell the min con had to leave because they were being used as weapons just like you could say about the forest being chop down for things that might be good at first but will harm everything later on if we not careful.

So yeah, the Deception, of course, they are cutting down the tress to get to the min con and of course we get to the part I want to talk about, Starscream being treat like trash and not being taken seriously. We get a glimpse of this in the episode when there doing a simulation and Starscream is trying to tell the other what they need to do, asking them to let him do something, to have them trust him but they don’t listen which cause him to lose the simulation and be scolded by Megatron!!

Which then again, makes Starscream, even more, determined to get a min con to prove why he is the second in command and should be listening too and it somewhat looks like Starscream looking for power but really in this episode he in the right to do that. Why because he has been treated awful, no one listens to him, Megatron has undermined him so many times that when he does and this is a spoiler. When he does get his min con Swindle which I think is a great name because Starscream names him that because he Swindles Megatron out of min con he could have used and Starscream get a really powerful one that works with him and listen to everything he asks it to do, and once he does the team start to listen to him and follow his orders. He so happy and start to get respect out of fear, which is sad because he shouldn’t have to scare them into listening to him but because Megatron would not make them listen to him and he saw Megatron get respect out of fear he thinks this is the only way to get everyone to respect him and which is why I also think he says he might be even more powerful than Megatron. Which make Megatron even angrier and maybe even get him to be more paranoid.

So yeah, this episode was awful with its speech about saving the environment, and yeah it can be a bit corny with them fighting in a forest hunting for the min con, and fighting Megatron the big old deer of the forest. (Had to put that joke in sorry.) But overall it was an okay episode and it wasn’t that bad...now for the next one well.

Episode 8 Carnival

I’m sorry, watch this episode twice, twice to find the meaning of this episode, to give it a reason why you should watch this episode and I just can’t.

Again this is my own opinion, but this episode was not that good. It not awful, but it not good. Like, I love finding out Hotshot loves to watch old western, I thought that was cool, I even thought it was cool and spoiler, about him using the canon at the Carnival as his new guy that he shot with know and play western with. That cute! I love him being smug with the bullies. But this episode was bad!

The humans were dumb as bricks when they min con and Hotshot show up to the Carnival, because yeah, for a while it made seen when they sneaked out the min con to the Carnival to have some fun rather than having to stay in the base cleaning up with Alexia. Yeah, it was kinda silly how the human thought they were something that came from the sciences department and that there was clueless. But when Billy and Fred when after the min con to take them because they knew they were not science department gimmicks to help them get more funding or something like that, had them “malfunctioning” around them Carnival which scared a lot of people to run away and to have Hotshot trying to get them to leave Jolt alone, Jolt flying them, them dropping off onto a ballon and having Hotshot later save them while flying around, you can not tell me the military was not call out for that little stunt or that the people that live in this town are that dumb!

Like yeah, they are panting them that way so they can get away with things sure. But maybe it just because I was spoiled by Transformers Prime seriously but looking back on that it scary and the worst part, they don’t get yelled at by Optimus but at Alexia, Optimus should have been yelling at Hotshot and the boys! Telling them that was dumb!

So is this episode have anything worth it? Well, it shows the difference between how the Autobot work as a team to fix up the base vs the Deception who are just fighting during the whole time there fix the base, put Demoloisher down for being clumsy, which he is but he only fell down because he didn’t want to step on a min con, which I did check in the animation and thought that was interesting, he cares not letting the min con get hurt and I don’t care what anyone says, I think that kinda sweet but sad as he scolds and tases about him falling down, we later in the last episode will talk more about Demolisher and I thought it was cool about the foreshadowing spoiler about the Star Saber sword min con that going to come into play later down the next few episodes.

Overall this episode was bad but if you want to see it for thought reason I won’t blame you but I will not also blame you if you skip it.

Finally, the last episode I watch for this review is episode 8 Palace.

This episode was beautiful!!!

Like I could go on and on about the animation, it was the best one so far and I think that was because they focused a lot on the robots. The music was amazing too like it made me feel like a little kid again while watching it.

So, the story was also interesting about how min con was thought of as a gift or some type of spiritual being that was probably thought of as a god or something like that, and this episode my sibling Jamie who was watching this, geek out about her Anthropologie stuff, and before you ask no they are not an Anthropology that study Egypt, in fact, they are a Mayan Cultural Anthropologies but they did remember something from there class and nerd out with me. Anyway, we just love the way they did the building, we love the fight scenes.

Demolisher was somewhat cool in this episode too, all he wanted to do was get the min con for his own and he really tired his best, I even felt bad for him having to give it back to Megatron, I also felt like it was not fear but then again, Megatron is scared of being out powered by anyone and even thought he could challenge Starscream or order him to give it to him, it would look bad and would look like he taking his word away (even thought I’m sure he wouldn’t care about that he know for breaking it) but still maybe he was afraid of Starscream betraying him or thought maybe Demolisher couldn’t handle such a thing, or that he might both might betray Megatron whatever the case might be.

I felt sorry for Demolisher and sorry for when he spoke up agents him, that it piss of Megatron enough to want to punish him which Starscream laugh and it supose to be a funny scene but it really scary because when you think about it Starscream not laugh because it funny but because he scared.

When people are scared they sometime laugh because Starscream know how bad a beating Megatron can give when he don’t get what he wants and I just thought that was also very interesting.

I might later down the road when we get to more episodes might do a break down some of the transformers and what I thought about them throw this serious and point out the thing that I think is very interesting to me and might even say something I think are canon for them. But anyway. I think this was my favorite animated so far and I say give it a watch if not for the story then for the beautiful animation!

Next Monday I’ll be reviewing 9-13 (Yes five this time because we're getting close to the end of season one!) Thank you all for reading my review on this serious I hope you all like this and have a good night.

#Rung mun talking again #Transformers Armada review by Rung mun #Transformers Armada #Hotshot #Starscream #Red Altert #demolisher #Megatron #Optimus

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queenmercurys · 4 years

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My ramblings on The Prince of Egypt (1998)

I recently wrote a lengthy rant about why I think Disney becoming a monopoly is a bad thing, and how most of the animated films the studio has released in recent years don’t (for me, personally) hold a candle to some of the classic non-Disney animated films I’ve seen over the years. One of my examples was The Prince of Egypt. I first saw this film when I was a kid, but I recently rewatched it (I think it’s on Netflix essentially everywhere, please watch it), and was blown away. And since I found it a bit therapeutic to put my thoughts into these mini ramble-essays, I thought I would do the same on The Prince of Egypt, and why I hold it in such high regard.

I’m by no means an expert on animation, storytelling or anything like that. My best qualifications are a BA in English literature, and recreational drawing throughout my life. Neither of these things make me in any way an expert in storytelling or animation. Just wanted to make that clear. And me praising The Prince of Egypt is not me trying to take anything away from other animated films. I just think this film is dope and I wanna talk about it. So, to start off, I guess I should make it clear that I’m not religious. I would actually classify myself as a little bit anti-religious, simply because I think there are some inherent flaws in most organized religions that result in really damaging things throughout the world and throughout history. And yet, I can very clearly understand the appeal. I understand that religion is a source of comfort and hope for a lot of people, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. But I felt the need to say this to make it clear that my bias towards this film has nothing to do with the religious message it conveys.

With that out of the way, I want to properly start by talking about why I think the film tells the story of the Book of Exodus in a really, really talented way. Like I probably just made clear, I can’t call myself an expert on the mythology, but I know the general gist of it. I think the way The Prince of Egypt manages to transform a dark biblical story into a family-friendly (yet, still serious enough) animated film is pretty impressive. I was most impressed by the way in which the characters were fleshed out, particularly in the cases of Moses and Rameses. Both of their motivations are clear, and their conflicts are depicted through their actions, dialogue and (especially) facial expressions. You can definitely feel their connection throughout the film, and their struggles as they are pitted against each other feel very real. The other characters are fleshed out enough to be believable as people, but not too fleshed out, so to not distract the audience from the main duo. And in relation to this, the voice acting is superb. The voice cast for this film is pretty darn good, and I believed every single one of them as their characters.

Next, my favorite bit of the film. The music! I was absolutely blown away from the very first minute “Deliver Us” began to play. The movie is filled with absolutely breathtaking pieces of music that, to me, are unrivaled by any other animated film. And when I found out that Hans Zimmer was involved in the film, well, that just made perfect sense to me. I heard that the film’s music was influenced by The Hunchback of Notre Dame among some other movies, which I think can be heard throughout. The Hunchback of Notre Dame is actually one of the few Disney films that I would consider near-perfect, and the music is a big part of that. I am a really big fan of super theatrical musical pieces that maybe take themselves a bit too seriously at times (my favorite band is Queen, after all), and both The Hunchback and The Prince of Egypt deliver 100%. But I would actually rank The Prince of Egypt higher than The Hunchback, because, to me, every single musical number in The Prince of Egypt is perfect. My personal favorites are “Deliver Us” and “The Plagues”, but I would gladly take any of them over basically any other animated musical number. The songs are meaningful, impactful, tell a clear narrative, and are accompanied by amazing visuals. I usually dislike musicals, and usually dread musical numbers in films, but with The Prince of Egypt I was constantly eagerly awaiting the next song.

I also wanted to talk about the visuals. I’m including a few screenshots in this ramble to illustrate what I mean, but overall all I can say is that I really, really miss 2D animation. I think The Prince of Egypt perhaps does it better than I’ve ever seen before. The level of detail, the expressions on the characters’ faces, the lighting effects, it’s all incredibly impressive. And I believe the film also uses some 3D elements to its advantage, and those little bits have really aged quite well. One of the few scenes I still remembered clearly from when I was a kid was the parting of the Red Sea, and watching it again, it was even more breathtaking than I remembered. I’m not saying that The Prince of Egypt did anything that hadn’t been done by other films. I’m simply saying that the animation left an impact on me in a way that not many other films have done.

Lastly, I wanted to talk about how I feel The Prince of Egypt handled the themes of the story wonderfully. Even though it is technically a religious tale, it never feels like one. You never feel like you’re being preached to, and you never feel like the ultimate message of the film is “believe in God and everything will be ok”. The film is essentially about seeing the bigger picture, of seeing yourself as equal to others, rather than as being above them. This is depicted in the way Moses interacts with his people vs how Rameses interacts with his subjects. Even though the songs and the dialogue often allude to biblical themes and morals, it never feels like Bible class. You never feel like you’re being forced down this narrative that you don’t necessarily personally care about. It feels like a story of an oppressed people who find freedom and happiness against all odds. And mostly, it feels like a character study of the relationship between two brothers at the opposite ends of a spectrum. And that is something I really applaud the film for. It really could have alienated its audience by preaching about religion and God, but it chooses to not do that, and instead is a film that is accessible to everyone - regardless of their religious beliefs.

Overall, I think The Prince of Egypt is a pretty great film and if you haven’t seen it yet, you absolutely should. Thanks.

#the prince of egypt #prince of egypt #dreamworks #my ramblings

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deejadabbles · 5 years

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NSFW Alphabet headcanons: Yugi and Atem

I’ve been a big fan of the smutty alphabet headcanon list for a long time now and I miss doing headcanons for characters, so I figured, why not make them for my cardgame boys! Then I figured, why not share them!

I wrote these with a reader-insert theme in mind, but honestly, my opinions wouldn't change dependant on a ship so if you don’t mind the wording sometimes specifying ‘you’ instead of an ambiguous S/O, you might also check these out with a ship in mind! Hope you guys like them, I did Atem first and Yugi’s are after~

Warning: this is very NSFW and I word things pretty explicitly at times...I have like, no shame...

Atem:

Note: I didn’t really have a specific ‘version’ of Atem in mind when writing these (as in, if we’re talking about Pharaoh Atem, or Yami), but I make the occasional reference to modern things, so just imagine a post canon AU where he has his own body in modern times whenever I mention something like dildos. (That’s right, not even a hundred words in and I already said dildo, just so you know what you’re getting into here lol)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Honestly, I think Atem would like the aftercare almost as much as the actual sex. He sees it as a way to show his partner that he can be caring and loving and he likes being able to express himself that way. He’ll pull you close, run his fingertips lightly over your skin, and place languid kisses on the top of your head or over your face while both of you bask in the afterglow of making love.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part, while it sounds kinda cheesy, are his eyes. The only people who ever commented on them, instead of his lean muscles, are his romantic partners so he thinks of his eyes as being a very intimate, romantic part of his body.

His favorite part of his partners would be their neck. He likes how erotic kissing and biting it can be, but also likes to just rest his head there. It looks nice when you put jewelry on it, it’s the place you put fragrance on, it’s just an appealing body part to him in general.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

For the most part he doesn’t like making a mess, so will prefer to cum inside of his partner or in a condom. If he’s being honest with himself, he prefers to release inside them because it gives him this very primal rush to know he’s filling them up. But he understands if his partner wants him to wear a condom and will go with their wishes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

For some reason, I could see him having very vivid sex dreams about his crush before they got together. Like, he’d wake up and be a heated, panting, confused mess the first time it happened, but would quickly push it to the back of his mind and act like it never happened. He’s mostly in denial because he feels guilty for it, like he’s violated them somehow even though rationally he knows he can’t control what he dreams. He manages to keep his cool around them next time he talks to them. But then the dream(s) starts playing in the back of his head while they’re talking and he suddenly wants to throw himself into the shadow realm he’s so secretly embarrassed. Poor thing, someone help him.

PS if this happened while Yugi and Atem shared a body (does he dream inside the puzzle???) you bet your butt that Yugi knows about it and is chuckling in the background at his distress.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay so, I headcanon Atem as Demisexual, as in, he really doesn’t feel sexual attraction to someone until an emotional bond is established with them. That being said I could see him still being very curious about sexual/intimate things, especially when he was a prince and young pharaoh. Sexual exploration and sex before marriage wasn’t really taboo in ancient Egypt so there wouldn’t even be a social stigma prohibiting him from fooling around. That, along with the fact that he was young and attractive and probably had dancers, prostitutes (cos that was also something that was legit and cool in most dynasties), and servants throwing themselves at him all the time... Yeah I could see him having a sexual encounter or two to satisfy his curiosity, but, ultimately figures out that he prefers a strong, emotional bond with his lovers. Also, he’s a fast learner so don’t think lack of experience means anything *wink wink*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Likes to pin you to the wall or headboard of the bed. Actually, he likes pinning you to pretty much any surface, as long as he can feel your body pressed against his and keeps your face in view, he’ll be pleased. He also likes any position that allows for a lot of skin on skin contact, he just loves feeling you against him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. He puts a lot of effort and attention into his lovemaking and wants his partner to be completely satisfied. Good thing is that all that seriousness really just translates into passion~

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ancient Egyptians, especially royalty, were a well-groomed lot, so he keeps things nice a tidy down there. You’d be hard pressed to see him go more than five days without shaving everything below that leather belt. Now the real question, that I want to pass on to all of you, is do YOU think the carpet match the drapes with him and Yugi??? I mean, could you imagine the color scheme of that hair down there????

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment)

Passion incarnate. As I said above he puts his all into his lovemaking and wants him and his lover to get everything they want out of the experience. Can also easily be very romantic depending on the mood/occasion but I think that usually just goes hand in hand with how passionate he is.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Isn’t one to indulge in self-pleasure all too often. Not because he thinks there’s anything wrong with it or anything, he just doesn’t get the urge to that much. When he does rub one out it’s usually just a way to help relax after a long day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s willing to try stuff you’re into for sure, but he himself would mostly be into some bondage with leather straps, sensory deprivation, and marking/love bites. He’s especially a fan of sensory deprivation, because it’s all about heightening the pleasures of touch to the highest level; and the trust it takes to let someone do that is a big turn on for him. Now, who’s getting tied up or marked with love bites? That just depends on the mood. For a guy who’s so in control and is a literal king, he doesn’t mind handing the ‘power’ over to you in the bedroom once a certain level of trust has been reached.

But there’s something else that’s been on my mind awhile...

Okay, I’m going to get real deep on you guys, so bear with me a moment. I think Atem would have a bit of a punishment kink. As in, him being punished by his lover. Hear me out! So if we’re talking about a post-canon Atem, I think he has a lot of guilt over how brutal and merciless he was at the beginning of the series, when he was first awoken from the puzzle. At worst if you go from the manga/season zero, he literally killed people, at best if you just go with the regular anime, he was willing to throw Kaiba off a castle wall without much thought. Yes, his compassion slowly came back to him, but I think he’d still have a lot of unresolved feelings, mostly guilt, surrounding that bloodsoaked period of his past. Then if we’re just talking about Pharaoh Atem, he’d not only have the general stresses of ruling a kingdom, but one of his duties is to personally sentence criminals, his own citizens, to very firm and harsh fates. So either way, I think he’d have some pent up guilt, and if he had a lover who he trusted...well...I think he’d get some deep, intense relief from letting them “punish” him. He may not even tell them exactly why he likes to be tied up and teased until he begs for forgiveness, but, deep down he’d know why and as long as his S/O is cool with it he’d have the occasional need to express that kink.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

Since he likes to take his time with his partners, he’d prefer the bedroom. He’s not opposed to getting down in other places but the bedroom is where he has the most control, privacy, and comfortability.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There are a couple of things that are surefire ways to get him hot and bothered. He likes his partner taking charge, grabbing him for a passionate kiss, or if they wrap their arms around him and start trailing their lips down his neck, that kind of thing. Also loves to see them in clothes that drape/hang off their body in a teasing way. For example, if you’re wearing a robe and it’s hanging off your shoulders, 100% expect Atem to slide up behind you and instantly start ravishing your neck and shoulders with his mouth.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would be okay with experimenting and maybe even lightly spanking his partner if they asked, but I can’t really see him being into anything that has a high chance of hurting you. He hates the idea of causing someone he loves pain to the point where he’d actually be scared of doing stuff like choking or anything too intense in the BDSM realm. He’s brutal with his enemies but that’s the very reason why he wants to draw a line where his lover is concerned.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Since he’s always so focused on both him and his lover being completely satisfied, he doesn't really have a preference for giving or receiving. He gets pleasure knowing he’s giving it to you and he’s going to feel pretty loved if you go down on him. Skill comes with practice, but, as I said before, he’s a fast learner and will take all the time he needs to make sure he becomes an expert for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough?, Slow and sensual?, etc.)

For the most part, he’s slow and sensual. I think I’ve made that clear enough in some of the previous questions, but, just to bring it home one more time: He will play with you all night if he can, he’ll take his time and get you off multiple times if you can take it~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I can see him indulging in them in specific circumstances. For example: if it’s post-canon Atem (who has his own body of course) and he’s still pretty high from an intense duel, he’ll pull you into a convenient closet/secluded corner and release all that emotion on you. Really though, they aren’t that common since he’s the sensual type.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on what you mean by ‘risk’. Is he willing to bang one out in a public place and risk getting caught? Probably (see above). But is he willing to do things that are risky in the sense that they’ll likely cause one of you harm? No, most likely not.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

If you count oral and fingering/handjobs as a full round, he’ll likely want there to be a minimum of two rounds. If you’re one and done he won't complain, but he likes giving his lover multiple orgasms so much that I actually should have listed it under his kinks XD

T = Toy (Do they own toys?, Do they use them?, On a partner or themselves?)

Will implement blindfolds, bindings, and other aids like that, but I don’t think he’d be a big fan of toys that are phallic or that penetrate his partner. I don’t know why, but I think he’d see it as ‘his job’ to pleasure you in that particular way and prefers to use his body to get you off rather than a toy.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He kind of has a thing for making you beg for it. It’s the closest I can see to him liking anything that ‘tortures’ you. When he sees that you’re getting desperate he’ll lean in, whispering that you know how to get what you want, you just have to ask him sweetly for it~

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not particularly loud. He mostly makes grunting sounds, with the occasional throaty moan, and if you’re really really lucky, he makes the rare whimper of pleasure. Dirty talk usually depends on his mood. If he’s in a smirky, playful mood he’ll pull out some pretty teasing dirty talk, but he usually chooses action over words.

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

My stuff under kinks was already too long so I’ll put this here, especially since it’s not really a ‘kink’ per se, but Atem likes sexually themes games (I know, such a shocking assumption!). You name it, adult truth or dare, strip poker- I mean strip Duel Monsters, those dice that have different acts and positions on them (he’s a particular fan of those since he’s a master at dice rolling and will use that to his advantage), if it’s out there, he’ll be down to trying it. Then again, I think the best ones are the ones he makes up himself. If you ever pout and say it's not fair because he wins everything , he'll just smirk, run his fingers along your leg, and say something about how he'll make sure there aren't any losers with those games ;)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Okay, unpopular opinion time! In all honesty you guys...I don’t think Atem is all that big. I think he’s just a nice, average sized guy. I know us thirsty bitches like to think he has this massive dong that’s an orgasm cure-all, but I just don’t think that’s the case! However, he’s definitely going to make sure it’s enough to get you off.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Despite stuff I’ve said above that infers he’s an insatiable beast, his sex drive actually isn’t that high. Atem has desires, don’t get me wrong, and when he makes love to you he’ll usually go all out, but it won’t be that many times a week. Twice a week would be about his average I think.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, but it’ll usually be a bit after you fall asleep. He likes looking at you while you’re asleep in his arms, peaceful and satisfied, kissing the top of your head before closing his own eyes to drift off. He’ll only fall asleep quicker if he had a particularly stressful day and the sex was one of those nights where you two went at it for a long time and he’s exhausted afterwards~

Yugi:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Precious. He’s so sweet and gentle with you, brushing the hair out of your face so he can look you over, plant a long kiss on your lips, and ask if you’re okay (if the sex was particularly intense). He’ll clean up any mess made and finally plop back on the cushions with you in his arms, sighing contently.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part are his hands. He has nice slender finders and he likes the way they look when he’s moving them over his lover's body. Plus, let's just say he isn't too shabby with his hands ;D

On his partner, he likes their lips. Not an uncommon part to love, but he likes running his thumb over them before he kisses you, likes how his eyes dart down to look at them when he’s craving a kiss, things like that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

While he never wants to make his partner feel degraded or used, he secretly likes getting his cum all over their body. Whether it’s on their thigh, stomach, face, whatever. He can’t even say why he likes it and if you’re someone who isn’t into that he won’t complain, but it’s something he’ll visualize sometimes when he’s having a sexy daydream.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has most definitely, 1000% fantasized about your underwear before he got to see you in them. Yugi, while ultimately a respectful gentleman, is a bit of a perv and if you were friends before dating and he was crushing on you, he probably thought about those kinds of things more often than he’d ever admit. And let’s just say he felt a bit ashamed, but he couldn’t help but to let his mind wander while he was alone at night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

That’s kind of a hard question. I don’t see Yugi being a fan of one night stands or casual sex, but, he isn’t unwilling to go to pound town early in the relationship as long as he knows there is one. Example: Let’s say he’s on a first date with someone. If he connected deeply with them and sees a future there, he’ll definitely be down for sex on the first date. But, if the other person has more of a ‘well we might as well smash since we’ll never see each other again’ type attitude, he won’t be into the sex at all, to point where if they did end up in the bedroom, he won’t really be able to get off. TLDR: If he knows there’s a real relationship is there he’ll pull you into the bedroom as early as you want him to.

So his experience all depends on how many relationships he’s had before. Thankfully, he’s a curious mind when it comes to that stuff, so he’s read a lot about sex (like, proper reading, not just porn stuff, stuff from sex therapists and whatnot) and he’ll have at least a small idea of what he’s doing even if you’re his first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Yugi likes to experiment and try different positions to find what works best for both your body and his. He’s pretty keen on eye contact so he’ll like positions that give him that, but his ‘favorite’ would all depend on what’s most pleasurable to you since he’s a giver~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly serious. He respects sex but he also likes to keep things on the lighter side while still being very sensual. He’ll talk to you quite a bit during to keep the mood lighter, telling you how beautiful you are and how cute the sounds you’re making are. It’s an effort to keep both of you relaxed and in tune with each other. Altogether I’d say his mood is more “sensually playful” than anything.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He has some hair but it’s not too much of a jungle down there. He’s been mistaken as a child most of his life so I think he wouldn’t like being completely shaved, but he tries to keep things tidy. Like I said with Atem, I just can’t help but chuckle if I even try to picture that hair color scheme on pubes lmao, so I’ll leave it up to you guys if the carpet matches.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Loving, that’s the best way to describe it. He sees sex as a perfect way to increase the intimacy between him and his partner and even if you two are doing something a little kinky, he’s still very affectionate and attentive.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Yugi rubs one out on the regular, he’s a pretty sexually inclined guy and has the need like most young men. He’s likely even done it in public places (like the school bathroom between classes) when he’s had moments of desperation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay, listen, Yugi is a sweetie pie and very loving, but he’s also got a freaky side!

Like Atem, he’s into bondage but instead of leather straps I think he’d be more into the ‘Shibari’ style of bondage; silk ropes tied in intricate-looking patterns around the body. He likes the intimacy of wrapping his partner up like a present, laying the rope across their body and placing gentle, languid kisses over their skin as he goes. Plus, silk ropes are a lot more gentle than things like handcuffs, and they still retain the ‘power play’ dynamic of bondage since there’s still the illusion of you being ‘at his mercy’.

Besides that, he’s a big fan of roleplaying and costumes in general (if you surprise him by dressing up like Dark Magician Girl he will lose his shit in the best way possible). Also likes acting out scenarios where he’s the master and you’re his love slave. In general, he likes stuff that has a power play aspect. He likely prefers to be on the top/dom side of things but he isn’t opposed to playing the submissive if you want him to.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

He isn’t picky. The comfort of the bed is nice, but he’ll honestly get it on anywhere in the house. An office desk, the shower, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, anywhere. He’s also down for outside locations too but only if they’re private, like a backyard with privacy fences.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It honestly doesn’t take much to turn Yugi on, but there are a couple of things that really get his motor running. He likes being seduced and will be putty in your hands if you do something like this: Say you’re out with the gang, or at a party he had to attend as ‘king of games’, start running your hands down his arms, back, chest, or legs in a very light but teasing way that’ll be overlooked by everyone else. When he looks over at you with a questioning eyebrow quirk and you answer him with a knowing smirk or bedroom eyes- he’s already got a semi going on in those pants. Then if you keep biting your lips and throwing lustful looks at him repeatedly for the rest of the outing…*ahem* let’s just say he will be particularly ravenous when you two get home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He isn’t into stuff that’s too degrading. I mean, he’ll tease you and be playful as hell, but he won’t do anything that’ll cause tears or even get close to that. If that’s something you’re really into, he’ll try it, but he’ll need to implement some SERIOUSLY loving aftercare in order not to feel like the worst human on the planet. Even if he knows that the tears are part of the kink (cos some people are into that) he’d still have trouble doing it.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Loves both tbh. He won't deny that he likes receiving, just the sight of you blowing him makes him melt inside and he gets quite a rush from tangling his fingers in your hair. But trust me, he won’t let it go unreciprocated. In fact, unless you have him tied down, he’ll likely pounce you the moment he can think straight after you finish him and repay the favor right then. As for skill, he does his best to learn his way around your body, so give him time and he’ll be pretty good at it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough?, Slow and sensual?, etc.)

Speed depends on the mood/location you’re in, but whether it’s a two minute encounter or an hour long roleplaying session, he’ll be sensual. He’s never particularly rough but he will pin your hands down above your head and go harder if you tell him too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s down for them if one of you just needs a quick release, but he prefers proper sex. Too many quickies and a lack of proper sex will make him feel like he’s losing intimacy with you, which is something he never wants to happen.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Down to experiment with (most) kinks and is pretty open-minded as long as you two are responsible and safe with it. He isn’t too big on risk, as in, taking the risk of getting caught by doing it in a public place and or those sort of things though.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

Give him some rest in between and he can go for a few rounds. While he’s not quite like Atem in the sense that he likes super long sessions, he does like to go for several rounds some nights just to show you how much he loves exploring your body and satisfying you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys?, Do they use them?, On a partner or themselves?)

Yugi starts a collection of adult toys once he becomes sexually active. Vibrators, cock rings, butt plugs, the common stuff, and maybe a few uncommon things. He keeps them (and his silk ropes) in a nice black case that he calls the toy box and they get used on both of you regularly (if you're into that).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's a bit of a tease. I've said before that he can be a playful little thing and that includes teasing. He's a particular tease if you two play the whole “master and love slave” game, he likes hearing the words “please master” on your pretty lips *wink*

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’d say medium volume, he doesn’t try to be quiet and he wants you to know he’s having a good time. He’ll have his really loud moments though, usually when you’re blowing him or when you take the more dominant role and have him at your mercy. He also pulls out some pretty cheeky dirty talk, but mostly he just makes comments about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you <3

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Yugi wants one of those fancy four-poster beds just so he can use the posts/curtain rods for bondage. He just likes the idea of himself or his partner being suspended in the air and all the sex positions that open up with that...situation hehe. Oh, he’s also a fan of face sitting positions.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Again we have a nice but average sized dick. It has a slightly skinner girth but it’s on the long side of average so it has the appearance of being rather long at first glance.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

To put it simply: Horny, little, bitch. He has a pretty high sex drive and would probably have sex almost every day if you’re down for it. If you don’t have a sex drive to match, don’t worry, it isn’t deal breaker, so long as you don’t mind him ‘taking care of business’ by himself some nights when he’s really feeling the need and you’re not.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes some pillow talk afterwards but will still fall asleep fairly quickly. He likes being cuddled against your chest or at least holding your hand while he falls asleep~

#atem x reader #yugioh x reader #yami x reader #yugi mutou #Atem #yugi mutou headcanons #atem headcanons #yami #yugi x reader

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#LocustAttack!

Corona virus, economic recession, cyclone and now... a locust attack. One problem doesn't get over and yet another one crops up.

So, what are locusts? Why are they attacking us? What are the reasons behind this? Some people in our country believe that Pakistan is responsible for thisPakistan has sent these terrorist locusts to India and these locusts are basically a conspiracy of Pakistan….hahaha

No, I am not joking. Hear it out.

"India asks the weak and cowardly Pakistan has Pakistan been resorting to the locust conspiracy after the terrorist conspiracy? So Pakistan is now turning locusts into terrorists and sending them to India. Has Pakistan been relying on locusts now instead of the army in order to attack India? Not only me, the whole of India raises this question" says Arnab Goswami!

Somebody please ask Arnab Goswami how this conspiracy works….Is there a nano GPS chip fixed onto these locusts with which Imran Khan is controlling them through a remote? How does that work?

It makes me laugh to think that people like Arnab Goswami consider their audience to be utter fools That no matter what rubbish they utter, the viewers will take that to be true. That's just too much!

Reverting to the topic, we will find out the actual reasons behind the locust attacks today and what innovative solutions are being used worldwide to counter it from which we can learn something.

Come, let us see

First, let us learn something about locusts: Locust is an insect which is quite similar to grasshopper and cricket. Infact, all these three insects belong to the same family. Locusts are generally found in desert regions and the unique thing about this is that as compared to grasshoppers and crickets.

It exists in two phases- It has two forms which is not seen in grasshoppers and crickets normally. These forms are- When it is present alone.This is called the solitary phase: But when it is present in crowds, and the environmental conditions are congenial. For example, wet soil after recent rains with trees and plants in full bloom, then they transform their forms completely.

This is called the gregarious phase. This metamorphosis of form changes everything about them- their behaviour, habits, appearance. Everything is different in the solitary phase and the gregarious phase. In a similar manner, it evolves into another phase if environmental conditions are congenial.

So, we do not have a problem with the ones in their solitary phase. A problem arises when they exist in crowds and are in their gregarious phase. They are yellow and black in color. Their eating habits change in the gregarious phase. They can eat more food and more varieties of food. Their endurance increases and their movements become more rapid.Even their brain size becomes larger

What's interesting is that they can transform into the gregarious phase from the solitary phase anytime. At any point of time in their lives as long as environmental conditions for it are congenial. The apt environmental conditions are- recent rains, moist soil and lush vegetation around. The swarms of these locusts are created in their gregarious phase. And these swarms destroy everything in their way. Because, like I said, their eating habits change so much that they can eat almost everything. Leaves, shoots, flowers, fruits, seeds, stems, barks- they can eat it all. They can eat almost all types of crops or non crops- be it wheat, grass, fruit trees or date palms. This is why complete destruction follows wherever they go.

How large can one locust swarm be?

The swarm found in Kenya in 2020 was 40 km by 60 km in dimension. The swarm can be as large as a rectangle of 40 kms by 60 kms. And in a swarm, there can be more than 150 million locusts within one square kilometre. A swarm can eat as much as 2,500 people in one day. So you can imagine the extent of its scale and how much destruction it can cause. And this is why it is said that the locusts are a kind of species that have the most economic impact on the entire planet as compared to any other animal species.

You can see the regions in which this happens- Africa, Middle east, Pakistan and the western part of India. They are found in larger numbers here because of the large extent of the desert areas in this region. and these are the areas in which they cause the most destruction. The locust attack in India today is the worst in the past 27 years in India. 1993 was the last time conditions were so bad. But this is not a recent phenomena. These locust attacks have been happening for thousands of years throughout the human history. Even ancient Egyptians had drawn locusts on their tombs which tells us that there had been locusts attack even in that age. These tombs are dated around 2400 BC. This is the reason why they are mentioned in a lot of religious texts. For example, Bible and Quran mention locust plagues.

It is believed that the locust plague mentioned in Bible happened in reality in Egypt in around 1400 BC. So, this is a problem that has been festering for ages, but climate change is indirectly held responsible for the locusts attacks happening today.

The sequence of events of how it actually happened is very interesting:The Indian ocean is warming up more than usual due to the climate change;The rains become more extreme due to the enhanced heating of the ocean;Torrential rains hit East Africa around the time of December 2019;Infact, there were floods as well;East Africa includes- Kenya, Uganda, Ethiopia, Somalia;These countries were badly flooded during December 2019;You can see how many people were affected due to these floods;Due to floods and torrential rains, congenial environmental conditions are created for the locusts; As mentioned before; the soil becomes moist and there is abundant vegetation around due to rains; So this becomes a great opportunity for the locusts to breed and change into the gregarious phase. So the locusts began to breed in huge numbers there and a plague hit East Africa. So Around February 2020, there was a huge locust plague in Africa. After which, these swarms of locusts began to travel east. It travelled to Iran, then Pakistan and now by the time of May, this plague has begun its move towards India.

The winds of the cyclone that had hit Bengal moved in such a direction and in such a way that they. They were further pushing the swarm of the locusts towards India. They wouldn't have normally travelled this way but they further moved in this direction because of the cyclone winds and this is exerting a very negative influence on Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan, Delhi and Haryana.

So the question is what are the solutions to fight this locust plague?

The first and the most common solution adopted by most of the countries most frequently is simply spraying them with pesticides and insecticides either on the ground or in the air with the help of a helicopter and then they would die.The problem with this solution is that this has a lot of negative impacts. Spraying pesticides has a negative impact in general on the environment , the people and their food. It exerts a negative impact on other things as well. And pesticides need to be sprayed in huge quantities in order for it to show effect.

Another solution could be the use of eco friendly pesticides. But experts have observed that the eco friendly pesticides- the ones that do not harm the environment-do not kill them as effectively.They take some time to show effect. Hence they are not as effective.

The third is the use of loud noises. The locusts flee from any kind of noise.Djs, music on a loudspeaker or any kind of loud noise- make them scarper. This is a solution that our farmers have implemented. But the problem with this solution is obvious- It can be implemented on a very short scale. And if your drive away the locusts from one place then they are going to attack another..

But there's another unique and interesting solution which was tested out in Pakistan. This solution was tested out in a small scale in Pakistan's Okara district. Basically, the farmers were asked to trap these locusts and collect them and submit them in bags. They would be paid in return for this and then these locusts would be milled and used as chicken feed. That is, they would basically become food for chicken and help in feeding them because locusts are an extremely great source of protein. Now, this solution is extremely innovative.

Think about it- The farmers are also making profit in the form of money given to collect them and it is also generating profit when it is being used as a chicken feed. The credit of implementing this solution goes to Muhammad Khurshid. He is a civil servant in the Ministry of national food security and research in Pakistan and Johar Ali- a bio-technologist of Pakistan Agriculture Research Council. It was his idea. And he says that when he first broke this idea to the people, then everyone laughed. Nobody thought that this idea could seriously be implemented in real.

So what is the math behind this idea?

The math is that he believes that first of all, the farmers can trap them easily with and these locusts do not fly in the air at night time. So they can be trapped very easily at night. They say that when the farmers collect these locusts and deliver them in bags, then they are paid 20 Pakistani rupees per kg

In India, this would amount to be around Rs 9 per kilo. The farmers are being this amount when they collect them in bags and submit them and he also believes that the number of locusts a farmer can trap overnight.

He can earn 20,000 Pakistani rupees, (that is, around 9,000 Indian rupees) in exchange for that. He also claimed that these locusts are a source of profit for the animal feeding industry as well because when these locusts would be used as chicken feed, they have 70% proteins. As compared to soybeans which are presently used in chicken feed and have only 50% protein content. Such a high level of protein (becomes available) when Pakistan imports soybean from the other countries. So this is profitable for even Pakistan as a country. Since, it would not import then it could save up on its foreign exchange. Animal feeding industry can also save up as well by using locusts. So this idea was tested out in a small village of a district and it was extremely successful. Now talks are in progress for its implementation on a large scale. And I believe that the Indian farmers can learn a lot from this too.And please do not brand me an anti national for bringing forth Pakistan's idea. I'd like to point out even the RSS members are exhorting to take inspiration from this idea if its successful. So this is not a matter of being anti national.

They say that a successful idea should be taken inspiration from, no matter which country it comes from. I adhere to the same belief. That if an idea is so great, interesting, innovative and is successful, then we must try it out as well.

Content Credit: YouTuber Dhruv Rathee

source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIJMVPpXnDo

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muselin · 6 years

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After Dark Part 1

Writer’s Tree wish from: @justjen523

Prompt: MC is hiding a secret from the gods. She has a second job as an exotic dancer! Suspicious when she starts acting a little differently, the gods find out she has a night job and unexpectedly show up at her work! Yup, all twelve!

Rating: M for Part 1, E for Part 2 (coming soon)

Warnings: manipulation, extremely dubious concent, Dark!Zyglavis (in this part)

Notes: This is by far the hardest thing I’ve had to write in terms of circumstances. This fic was written while I was battling illness, travelled for 2 days straight, it was written on a bus, on a train, in a hotel and on a plane. It got away from me completely and I had to split it into two. So enjoy!

First song: Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBw6Kmieehc

Second song: Black Mambo by Glass Animals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0IOYcKgfJQ

It was ridiculous, really, but I had long since stopped thinking about it.

In the dim neon lights of the backstage space, I was hastily shrugging off the button-down shirt of my uniform from the planetarium and adding a lot more eyeshadow to my light makeup that I'd worn during the day. I rummaged through the hangers and I pulled out a black strappy number with a matched set of panties and a bra. Sometimes I spiced it up but this was my go-to outfit for my second job most nights.

What's a girl to do? Juggling rent in downtown Tokyo, a starting-salary job and a master's degree in astronomy just didn't leave much choice. All the bartending jobs seemed to be taken and waitressing, making coffee or tending shop really wasn't going to cut it. If anyone back home knew what my dance background was coming in handy for, they'd be picking up their jaws from the floor.

In Shinjuku, where the city never slept and the neon lights were always on, I danced for money. And yeah, I also took my clothes off. That had been the reality of my Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights since last year.

And the gods always wondered why I never stayed for dinner on the weekends...

They didn't know, of course. I felt safe in that knowledge as I queued with the other girls behind the curtain waiting for the music to start. The beat started pumping in my ears and I set my inhibitions aside for the rest of the night. I did my job, performed my routine, the men cheered and whistled and put money in my little belt which rested on my hips.

It was a decent night, I made a good amount, I thought as I headed backstage at the end of the night. Little did I know, a tall male figure dressed in white had been watching me the whole night. Could have been the lights or a dye job, but his hair seemed pink.

***

"Partheno. Parthenoooo!"

"Oi, asshole, wake the fuck up!"

"Aww, be nice, maybe he's dreaming about our goddess, right, Partheno?"

Partheno had been a thousand miles away but at the mention of the goddess his head snapped back up.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, you were saying something about me and Ichthys working on Earth tomorrow," he said, trying to seem like he was in the loop.

"Partheno, that was nine minutes ago. Good to know that for the short time that you were actually listening you retained something," Zyglavis commented, his brows furrowed in annoyance. "It isn't like you to be so distracted during meetings, is there anything you wish to share?"

Partheno thought for a second.

"No, nothing at all. I apologise. Please, carry on."

The meeting continued and Partheno paid careful attention to not letting his thoughts drift back to last night again. He'd never ever thought he'd see their beloved goddess the way he'd seen her last night except in his dreams, but it seemed to be reality. He felt an unusual flutter in his chest when he thought about her upcoming visit to the mansion tonight for the monthly get-together.

***

It was a pleasant evening spent eating and drinking, laughing and talking. I loved being around all the gods and I always made an effort to bring a big basket with their favourite goodies whenever we got together like this: taiyaki for Ichthys, home-made cherry pie for Dui, a pot of curry for Karno and a plate of meatballs in tomato sauce for Leon, rabbit apples for Scorpio (he never said thanks but he always blushed), some chocolate ganache cake for Zyglavis, milk and cookies for Teorus and Partheno, vanilla ice cream with marshmallows for Krioff and Aigo and a bottle of a good vintage wine for Huedhaut and Tauxolouve.

As the evening wound down, I tried to push down the uneasiness that came over me whenever I met Partheno's eyes. Something was off with him tonight. He was always flirtatious and chatty, winking and smiling at me, but tonight he was quiet and the look in his eyes was different. It was serious, intense, and he'd barely spoken two words to me. I didn't have time to linger on this as I needed to get home early tonight. I was facing a busy Friday shift at the planetarium and at my second job. How ironic that the club I worked at was called "Gate to Heaven"... Ugh. As if.

***

After the reincarnated goddess of fate bid all the gods goodnight, Partheno quietly pulled Tauxolouve aside. While the rest of the gods were tidying up from their feast, the gods of Virgo and Sagittarius spoke in hushed tones, both of their usual charming and smiling expressions replaced by serious and brooding ones.

"We should tell them," Partheno said to Tauxolouve in the end.

"You think so? You know how badly some of them will react... When you and I were born these things weren't considered disreputable, but everyone else knows humans as far more closed-minded. Zyglavis will be the worst, he was born in the human Dark Ages," Tauxolouve looked up at him, hesitant.

"I know but they're not stupid, they know something's up," Partheno sighed. "This was never such a problem way back in Egypt, remember? Where did we go wrong," he chuckled bitterly.

"Yeah, I know," Tauxolouve also smiled crookedly. "Alright, we'll tell them. I'll arrange everything with Wishes, you take care of Punishments."

Partheno nodded, a quiet determination shining in his rose-coloured eyes.

***

I was on stage, in my white flowy dress tonight. Our routine was tame until 11 at night, when the dresses dropped and by midnight - everything else. The song changed, signifying 11 o'clock, and I made my way to the central area where the poles were mounted. I grabbed the middle one and spun effortlessly, my dress flowing behind me.

I turned my back to the crowd, swaying my hips to the rhythm. I tried not to think of anything as I reached for the zipper at the back of my dress. I made a show of pulling it down, going slowly and revealing every inch of skin sensually, aiming to entice. Eventually my dress dropped to the floor and I finished the rest of the song. It changed again after and they announced the portion of the evening where the booths could be booked for private dances.

No sooner had I got off the stage than my manager found me.

"Sweetie, you already have your first booking for the night. You have a big party of twelve in the VIP booths. Actually they booked it out until closing time, so be nice to them. They look a bit odd, not sure if they're doing a bachelor party or if they're military or whatever, but they're all really good-looking. Try not to fall for any of 'em, okay?"

My manager laughed at the end and I thanked him. I headed towards the bar to pick up two bottles of champagne, as was customary to bring to an all-night booking. Two in one hand and a tray of twelve small champagne glasses in the other, I carefully balanced them on my way to the VIP rooms. I knocked on the door with my stiletto since my hands were busy and I waited. When the door opened, I nearly dropped the tray.

"P-Partheno?! Lou?! What the hell are you doing here?? This isn't funny!"

I was livid and mortified at the same time, my face going bright red as I stood in nothing but a sparkly red set of underwear and bra, unable to cover myself with the champagne and glasses in both my hands.

"Please, hear us out. It isn't what you think. All twelve of us are here," Partheno said, sounding serious for once.

"All of you?? How? Why?!"

"Partheno was here for work last night. Apparently one of the patrons was getting far too touchy with one of your co-workers here and he had a punishment coming. That's how Partheno found out you work here."

Tauxolouve's smooth, matter-of-fact tone calmed me down somewhat.

"We decided to tell the others. We wanted to bring them here so you would get a chance to explain and we can help you. The others would have found out eventually. As the former goddess ofof fate you tend to attract people who need divine intervention, so it would have been just a matter of time," Partheno explained.

I was looking at the floor in embarrassment but I knew Partheno was right. I looked up at him and Tauxolouve pleadingly.

"What am I going to do? I can barely face you two, let alone everyone else..."

"Listen, we aren't judging you," Tauxolouve said gently, taking the bottles of champagne from me. "Partheno and I were born in the times where what you do here was considered an art form of the highest esteem and women like you were among the most adored and respected."

"Yes, Lou and I have nothing but respect for you, despite the fact that you lied to all of us and hid this second occupation of yours from us. Please, come in with us and let us do most of the talking."

Partheno's urging made me seriously consider their offer. He took the tray of glasses from me as I stared at the floor, biting my lip.

"Partheno... I'm scared," I said, looking up at him. I felt like I could trust him and Lou for once, they were both being incredibly mature and not at all lewd about this. Even though I was dressed like a trained seductress, I felt like a frightened little girl inside. Lou put his hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his fingers soothing me as he caressed me comfortingly.

"We won't let anyone say anything hurtful to you, I promise you'll be okay."

Partheno took my chin in his elegant fingers and turned my face delicately towards him.

"If it helps, you look absolutely stunning. If anything, they'll be smitten if you keep doing what you do. Leave your worries behind and play the role like you do each night."

I straightened up then and took a deep breath. This was something I knew how to do. I didn't hate my job, after all. I put a lot of effort into crafting this image of grace and allure that I wore when I worked. I put a small but confident smile on my face and nodded to the two gods, then we opened the doors to the VIP room and walked in together.

Sure enough, all the gods were there, scattered in the various plush chairs around the room. I scanned them one by one.

They all wore different expressions. Dui and Aigo seemed relaxed enough, but were warily glancing towards the other gods in room, as if checking on them. Ichthys and Teorus sat next to each other, with Teorus beaming his princely smile at me when I walked in and Ichthys giving me his own small smile as well. Scorpio and Krioff sat together, mirroring each other in their cross-armed, closed off postures. They had both been frowning, but Scorpio blushed and looked away when I walked in whereas Krioff's face was the picture of surprise. His arms unfolded to rest in his lap as he looked at me, eyes scanning my form quickly before they came back to my face and lingered there. Hue sat at the far end of the room, hands clasped in front of him. His face was unreadable as usual but he met my eyes briefly, seeming curious more than anything. Karno sat nearby, legs crossed and his foot tapped lightly. He seemed nervous somehow but he made an effort to acknowledge me, nodding at me quickly before looking away nervously.

If I wasn't blushing before, I sure was when I finally saw Leon and Zyglavis. They were the only ones not sitting. Leon was leaning against the wall cross-armed, his face seeming displeased. Close to him stood Zyglavis, hands clenched at his sides and an equally displeased expression on his face. Leon looked me in the eyes, his frown unchanged, but Zyglavis didn't even acknowledge me.

Lou spoke first.

"Alright, now that we're all here, let's--"

"What I want to know is, goldfish, how you thought you could lie to us and get away with it," Leon interrupted harshly.

"So much for one at a time..." Partheno sighed.

I swallowed thickly and tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"I didn't want to lie to you all but I suppose I felt ashamed. I didn't want you all to see me in this light." I looked at Partheno and Lou for reassurance."And also, in this time, women with jobs like mine aren't very respected."

"She has a point," Huedhaut spoke. "She may have lied, but her work is her own business and she does not owe us a full report on every single detail of her life. We can't blame her for wanting to protect herself from judgment."

"I can see that. I may not get why she's doin' this type of work but I get not wanting to be judged," Krioff said to my surprise.

"You all seem to forget that her life and all of ours are intertwined! She can't be out presenting herself to men and risking being groped or raped or worse!" Leon's booming voice filled the room, the anger in it startling me.

"Not that I agree with that stupid lion, but she's riskin' too much like this," Scorpio grumbled.

"Look, I get that you guys are concerned, but we do have security here...", I said quietly.

"Oh? Is this why Partheno had to intervene in this very place but a mere night ago?"

Zyglavis's voice was like ice when he finally spoke. The room was silent, the tension unpleasantly palpable. Who would have thought that he and Leon would be on the same page about this...

"That's true, which is exactly why we don't need to make a big deal out of this," Tauxolouve broached carefully, "Her life is linked to ours, that's why we'll always know if there's any danger. Partheno and I didn't tell you all so you would judge her. He and I are the oldest ones here. The rest of you may not remember, but it wasn't always like this for female exotic dancers."

"That's right. Their craft was revered in ancient times and there were none of the prejudices these performers face today," Partheno added. "We ask you to find the beauty in this, and not to worry about her safety," he smirked in his usual way, finally. "If you still have concerns, Lou and I would be more than happy to take turns watching over our goddess when she's performing."

"It is a very appealing performance," Karno spoke sweetly.

"Absolutely, she does look magnificent like this," Teorus agreed.

"Yeah, I'd sooo hate it if you had to quit just 'cause Zig and Leon don't approve," Ichthys said. "If you stay, we have a reasom to come visit you at work!"

"That could be quite fun," Dui's sweet voice added to the mix, his face innocently smiling as his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"These chairs are really comfy. I wouldn't mind coming here again, especially if you're around," Aigo said lazily, resting his head against the back of the chair as he looked at me.

"Tch... Whatever."

Scorpio appeared annoyed but I knew by now that this was his reluctant way of agreeing.

Zyglavis and Leon, however, still wore their stormy expressions, seemingly not swayed by the approval of their subordinates.

"I cannot believe that all of you are condoning this," Zyglavis said in the end and turned on his heel, storming out of the VIP room.

My heart sank. If the Ministers were so opposed to this, I knew that there was a chance they'd force me to quit this job.

Leon seemed somewhat taken aback by Zyglavis's exit and his face was an unreadable canvas of emotions.

"I've heard enough. All of you, leave. I want a word with the goldfish," he said, his tone not tolerating objection.

The gods looked amongst themselves and slowly stood up, filtering out of the room one by one. Partheno and Tauxolouve nodded at me reassuringly before they exited as well.

Left in an uncomfortable silence alone with Leon, I occupied myself with the only thing I could. I popped open the bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. I offered one to Leon wordlessly and he grimaced but accepted.

"Cheap and tasteless," his verdict was when he took a sip.

"Sorry, I don't have anything else," I said, feeling a need to apologise.

"Never mind that. Tell me the real reason you're working here," he said, his eyes piercing me.

"The truth? I need the money. The planetarium isn't enough yet, I couldn't find anything else, and I danced for a long time when I was younger, so this was an easy option."

"So you're used to performing?"

"Yes. It's easy for me to create an illusion for an audience," I said.

"Hm." Leon left his spot by the wall and came up to me. Glass of champagne in one hand, he caressed my shoulder with the other, fingers slipping under one of my sparkly bra straps.

"You'd look better in a gown befitting a goddess. Or in nothing at all."

Was that a compliment? If it was it didn't sound that way.

"Are you happy doing this? Would you not accept any help from us?", he asked, even though he knew what my answer would be.

"I'm okay with this. I don't have long before I finish my studies and can have a higher position at the planetarium but I want to do it on my own. If I'm going to be curator one day, I want to know that it was something I achieved for myself."

I looked into Leon's eyes, urging him to understand. I knew what he'd gone through as he'd risen through the ranks to become Minister.

"I understand, goldfish," he said softly, leaning in a bit closer as his hand went to stroke my cheek gently. "I don't like other men looking at you like this but I can see that you're determined enough to even lie to us in order to get to where you want to be by yourself."

"What about Zyglavis," I asked anxiously.

"Just give him time," Leon sighed, rolling his eyes. He leaned in closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. He drew back, eyes shining with something I couldn't place. I was suprised and said nothing, waiting for him to provide clarity. But he didn't. Instead he kissed my temple, my cheek, my jaw and then his head dipped lower as he kissed my neck.

Tingles of pleasure started coursing through me but I knew he wasn't using his power. His scent, refined and alluring, enveloped me and drew me in.

"Leon...what are you..."

"Shh, just let me have this," he whispered in my ear, then kissing just underneath. His tender kisses made me feel warm all over and my arms embraced him on their own.

But he didn't go any further. He drew back and looked at me again, a gentleness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

"You're beautiful. Don't let anyone take advantage of you," he said, then reached and took my arms from around his neck. He didn't say anything more, he just turned and left quietly through the door, pausing only to leave his glass on the tray.

I stood frozen in place, my mind racing with excitement and worry over everything that happened. I considered just going home since I knew the gods had paid off the rest of my time for the night, but I didn't get to dwell on that because the door to the room opened again.

I whipped around and my eyes met stern silver ones.

"Zyglavis... I thought you left..."

Zyglavis made his way to one of the chairs and sat down without a word. When he did, he made a theatrical gesture with his hand.

"What.." my voice trailed off.

"Go ahead," he said.

When I kept looking at him puzzled, he spoke again.

"Go ahead. Show me what you do. I want to see it for myself."

"What?! I.. I can't do that," I stuttered awkwardly. Surely he didn't expect me to dance for him??

"You can and you will. I want to see it for myself. I want to understand what it is I'm missing. So show me."

Holy shit, he was really serious about this. I fidgeted nervously.

"Are you sure?"

"I believe I made myself perfectly clear. Show me what you do. I want to see what a patron here would see."

"Alright...," I cleared my throat. "Then I guess I have to tell you the rules."

"I'm listening."

He definitely was, his silver eyes fixed on mine.

"You get two songs. When the songs are over I leave. I'm allowed to touch you but you can't touch me unless I allow it. If you touch me without my permission I will ask you to stop. If you do it again, I will leave the room and call security."

"Understood."

"Do you have any specific song requests? If we have it we could play it for you."

"No. I will leave the choice of song up to you."

"Alright. Then I'll just... get everything started I guess."

Holy shit, this was really happening. I was about to give a freaking lap dance to the Minister of Punishments... I took deep breaths, trying to steady myself. It's okay, it's gonna be fine... He may be the Minister out there, but in here, he had to follow my rules. Here, I was the goddess and he was the commoner.

With those thoughts in mind, I switched on the music and took my position in front of him. I cleared my mind as best as I could, focusing only on the rhythm of the music and on the movements of my muscles. It was an old electronic beat but it filled the room and it all seemed to merge together into one singular feeling. The black and dark red leather of the seats and the walls, the hazy lights, the smooth sounds of the song, Zyglavis sitting and watching me, his expression impossible to read, my heart pumping steadily in my chest, my heels being cushioned silently by the carpet, softening my step...

You had something to hide

Should have hidden it, shouldn't you

Now you're not satisfied

With what you're being put through...

I'd picked a tame song that still had a good rhythm I could dance to. I wanted Zyglavis to see the beauty of what I did, not the degradation. I moved smoothly in front of him, my practiced look already in place. It was working, he wasn't the scary Minister anymore in my mind.

Things could be so different now

It used to be so civilised

You will always wonder how

It could have been if you'd only lied...

I swayed my hips to the rhythm in seductive figure 8s as my hands went to my hair on instinct. I walked around Zyglavis, an extra swing in my step, one foot after the other on each beat. As I passed behind him, I dragged my fingers across the back of the chair, brushing against his ponytail with the faintest touch. It was softer than I thought it would be. I smiled to myself while he couldn't see me, my confident expression back in place when I circled back in front of him.

It's too late to change events

It's time to face the consequence

For delivering the proof

In the policy of truth...

My hips continued to follow their curved paths as I ran my hands along my body. I watched his eyes waver and follow my hands, dropping rom my face to my chest, along my stomach, to my hips, down my thighs... There was no hiding it, I'd shaken him. A shiver of excitement ran through me and I put extra effort into my performance. Deeper curve to my spine, pushed out my chest and let my head fall back as I moved my body like a wave, making a wide circle with my hips at the end.

Now you're standing there tongue tied

You'd better learn your lesson well

Hide what you have to hide

And tell what you have to tell...

Zyglavis's lips had set into a clenched line, his eyes following my every move. I looked back, teasing him, showing him what he was missing. It was all a game, to get him to imagine it was his hands touching my skin instead of my own, to get him to imagine how soft my body would be, how it would feel pressed against him. Even though I didn't think of myself that way, in that moment I had to believe what I was selling, that I was the sexiest woman in the whole building. The more I watched Zyglavis lose control over his facade, the more I believed it. In a surge of confidence, I walked up closer to him, my hips following an inverted figure 8 as I dropped slowly down onto my knees in front of him.

Never again

Is what you swore

The time before...

I gently placed my hands on his crossed legs and he uncrossed them for me without being asked. I didn't have to push as I guided him to spread them apart enough for me to fit between them. I didn't know why, but while his face remained stoic, his body wasn't so tight anymore. Supporting myself with my hands on his knees, I rose up, arching my body towards him invitingly before I made a show of turning with my back to him, arching my back and edging my hips out.

The lightest touch, but I felt it. His fingers ghosting along the curve of my waist.

"Can I touch you?"

His deep voice was nearly a whisper, sending a jolt of heat through my body. He'd given in to curiosity which was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes," I answered, my voice rasping as it caught in my throat.

The song drew to a close, the end of it merging with the beginning of the next one. Slower, softer, more intimate. I hadn't planned it that way but I suppose it worked out better like this.

Slow down

It's a science

He's been waiting

To bring you down...

I let his fingers caress me, light as a feather, and I ignored how good they felt. I wasn't finished yet but he was definitely making it hard to keep my cool. I lowered myself down, reaching behind me to grasp the chair for support as I allowed my body to glide along the front of his. His face was so close... It was exhilarating to be this close to him. I was used to Leon's closeness and overpowering presence but this was different. Zyglavis never let anyone this close.

Snake-eyed

With a sly smile

He can hold you

And shake you, child...

Zyglavis's grip suddenly became tight on my hips and he forced me to sit down on his thigh, his other hand reaching up to wind in my hair and he pulled roughly, bringing my body flush with his.

"Can you still dance now?"

What? I didn't know what he wanted from me but I planted my heels firmly on the floor and surged upward, standing upright and out of his hands.

Wanna play cheat now, says the sloth

A domino flush to his nose...

I looked at him, not quite concealing the anger in my eyes. My movements took on a sharp edge, no longer the smooth, sinuous dance from before. If he wanted rough, I would give him rough. I walked back up to him and put my heel in between his legs, resting in on the chair. Compromised. Better not make me angry if you don't want to get kicked just there. I reached for his ponytail, winding it around my hand and I pulled, his body rolling forward to follow, and I reached behind me with my other hand. I undid the clasp to my bra, my embarrassment long forgotten. He wanted to see what a patron would see.

I released him when his face was in front of my chest. His eyes held an even more dangerous glint than before but I felt safe. He knew the rules, he wasn't going to break them. I brought one of his hands up to my shoulder and hooked his finger in the loosened bra strap. Would he have the guts?

Tickle that cheek

And take your throne

Pump your veins

With gushing gold...

I'd read him wrong... He ripped my bra off me with a sharp motion. I took a step back, barely concealing my shock. But he didn't stop there. He grabbed me by my hips and suddenly I was straddling his lap.

"That's against the rules," I said, my voice a timid whisper.

"Rules matter little in a place like this," he replied, a cruel smirk forming on his lips. I was scared but he was so frustratingly distracting and gorgeous up close that I couldn't bring myself to leave.

"Zyglavis..."

His lips attacked my neck, teeth nipping at my skin and his tongue soothing the bites afterward. What I lie it would have been to say I hated it...

Slow down it's a science

He's been waiting

To bring you down...

His lips suckled up to my ear, his breath tickling as he whispered to me, "So this is what you do here? Playing with desire, stoking and teasing weak-willed men until they're putty in your hands?"

"Ahh... No one's ever dared to touch me like you're doing now," I breathed.

"Damned right," he growled and pulled me roughly to him, his lips crashing against mine. His hand palmed my bared breasts, squeezing one and then the other. My mind was drawing a blank. My body was betraying me, yielding to him while my mind couldn't fathom how or why this was happening. Was this why Zyglavis was so uptight all the time? Was temptation his weakness? Or was it that for all his discipline he actually lacked self-control?

"This is your last night here," he said when his lips parted from mine. "From now on you will only dance for me."

I didn't get a chance to object because his lips claimed mine again, his tongue slipping between my lips and forcing mine into submission. He was the Minister of Punishments again and now I had it coming.

"But first, I'll have to punish you. I don't appreciate being lied to," he said, his dangerous smile widening. I was at his mercy now...

He pushed me to my knees on the floor between his spread legs and reached for his belt.

"Partheno mentioned that some of the dancers here provide additional services which overlap another profession, for a higher fee."

Indignation bubbled in my chest. Is that what he took me for??

"How dare you?! I've never done that! I will never have sex for money!"

"Exactly," he smirked. "You'll do it for free. And in return I'll waive your punishment for lying to the entire pantheon of Zodiac gods."

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dfroza · 3 years

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to Love, or not to Love

and we are encouraged to Love.

we see this illuminated in the closing chapter of the book of Hebrews for Today’s reading of the Scriptures:

Let love continue among you. Don’t forget to extend your hospitality to all—even to strangers—for as you know, some have unknowingly shown kindness to heavenly messengers in this way. Remember those imprisoned for their beliefs as if you were their cellmate; and care for any who suffer harsh treatment, as you are all one body.

Hold marriage in high esteem, all of you, and keep the marriage bed pure because God will judge those who commit sexual sins.

Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have because He has said, “I will never leave you; I will always be by your side.” Because of this promise, we may boldly say,

The Lord is my help—

I won’t be afraid of anything.

How can anyone harm me?

Listen to your leaders, who have spoken God’s word to you. Notice the fruits of their lives and mirror their faith.

Jesus the Anointed One is always the same: yesterday, today, and forever. Do not be carried away by diverse and strange ways of believing or worshiping. It is good for the heart to be strengthened by grace, not by regulations about what you can eat (which do no good even for those who observe them). We approach an altar from which those who stand before the altar in the tent have no right to eat. In the past, the bodies of those animals whose blood was carried into the sanctuary by the high priest to take away sin were all burned outside the camp. (In the same way, Jesus suffered and bled outside the city walls of Jerusalem to sanctify the people.)

Let’s then go out to Him and resolve to bear the insult and abuse that He endured. For as long as we are here, we do not live in any permanent city, but are looking for the city that is to come.

Through Jesus, then, let us keep offering to God our own sacrifice, the praise of lips that confess His name without ceasing. Let’s not neglect what is good and share what we have, for these sacrifices also please God.

Listen to your leaders and submit to their authority over the community, for they are on constant watch to protect your souls and someday they must give account. Give them reason to be joyful and not to regret their duty, for that will be of no good to you.

Pray for us, for we have no doubt that our consciences are clean and that we seek to live honestly in all things. But please pray for me that I may be restored to you even more quickly.

Now may the God of peace, who brought the great Shepherd of the sheep, our Lord Jesus, back from the dead through the blood of the new everlasting covenant, perfect you in every good work as you work God’s will. May God do in you only those things that are pleasing in His sight through Jesus the Anointed, our Liberating King, to whom we give glory always and forever. Amen.

Please, brothers and sisters, pay attention to this word of exhortation, for I have written only a few words to you.

I want to tell you that our brother Timothy has been set free; and if he arrives soon, he will come with me when I see you next.

Give my greetings to your leaders and to all of God’s people. Those of Italy greet you.

May grace always be with you.

The Book of Hebrews, Chapter 13 (The Voice)

and sex is certainly a sacred bond shared between husband & wife that was formed by our Creator. sex is meant for the marital bond where 2 bodies become as “One” thus making it impure outside of this. and the decision to change the temporal physical body won’t matter in the eternal since it is impossible to change the gender that is chosen at the genesis spark of conception. for each child is born as either male or female, and each person will die the same gender as they were conceived and born, as recognized by our Creator. people may disagree with the purity of sexuality in Light of Love’s truth, yet it will never change the truth of the One who made us, and who made the heavens and garden earth.

“Honor marriage, and guard the sacredness of sexual intimacy between wife and husband.”

The Book of Hebrews, Chapter 13:4 (The Message)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 19th chapter of First Chronicles that documents an ancient battle even though King David had first intended to show kindness:

Some time after this Nahash king of the Ammonites died and his son succeeded him as king. David said, “I’d like to show some kindness to Hanun son of Nahash—treat him as well and as kindly as his father treated me.” So David sent condolences about his father’s death.

But when David’s servants arrived in Ammonite country and came to Hanun to bring condolences, the Ammonite leaders warned Hanun, “Do you for a minute suppose that David is honoring your father by sending you comforters? Don’t you know that he’s sent these men to scout out the city and size it up so that he can capture it?”

So Hanun seized David’s men, shaved them clean, cut off their robes halfway up their buttocks, and sent them packing.

When this was all reported to David, he sent someone to meet them, for they were seriously humiliated. The king told them, “Stay in Jericho until your beards grow out; only then come back.”

When it dawned on the Ammonites that as far as David was concerned, they stank to high heaven, they hired, at a cost of a thousand talents of silver (thirty-seven and a half tons!), chariots and horsemen from the Arameans of Naharaim, Maacah, and Zobah—thirty-two thousand chariots and drivers; plus the king of Maacah with his troops who came and set up camp at Medeba; the Ammonites, too, were mobilized from their cities and got ready for battle.

When David heard this, he dispatched Joab with his strongest fighters in full force.

The Ammonites marched out and spread out in battle formation at the city gate; the kings who had come as allies took up a position in the open fields. When Joab saw that he had two fronts to fight, before and behind, he took his pick of the best of Israel and deployed them to confront the Arameans. The rest of the army he put under the command of Abishai, his brother, and deployed them to deal with the Ammonites. Then he said, “If the Arameans are too much for me, you help me; and if the Ammonites prove too much for you, I’ll come and help you. Courage! We’ll fight might and main for our people and for the cities of our God. And God will do whatever he sees needs doing!”

But when Joab and his soldiers moved in to fight the Arameans, they ran off in full retreat. Then the Ammonites, seeing the Arameans run for dear life, took to their heels and ran from Abishai into the city.

So Joab withdrew from the Ammonites and returned to Jerusalem.

When the Arameans saw how badly they’d been beaten by Israel, they picked up the pieces and regrouped; they sent for the Arameans who were across the river; Shophach, commander of Hadadezer’s army, led them.

When all this was reported to David, he mustered all Israel, crossed the Jordan, advanced, and prepared to fight. The Arameans went into battle formation, ready for David, and the fight was on. But the Arameans again scattered before Israel. David killed seven thousand chariot drivers and forty thousand infantry. He also killed Shophach, the army commander. When all the kings who were vassals of Hadadezer saw that they had been routed by Israel, they made peace with David and served him. The Arameans were afraid to help the Ammonites ever again.

The Book of 1st Chronicles, Chapter 19 (The Message)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for monday, january 18 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible, along with Today’s Psalms and Proverbs

A post by John Parsons about this week’s Torah reading:

Shavuah tov, chaverim. Our Torah reading for this week (Exod. 10:1-13:16) begins with God commanding Moses “to go” (i.e., bo: בּא) before the Pharaoh to announce further apocalyptic judgments upon Egypt. The purpose of this power encounter was to vindicate God’s justice and great glory (deliverance/salvation) by overthrowing the tyranny of unjust human oppression. Pharaoh’s nightmare of “one little lamb” outweighing all the firstborn of Egypt was about to be fulfilled....

Recall that last week’s Torah (i.e., parashat Va’era) retold how Pharaoh defiantly refused to listen to Moses’ pleas for Israel’s freedom, despite seven devastating makkot (plagues) that came upon Egypt in God’s Name (יהוה). In this week’s portion (i.e., parashat Bo), the battle between the LORD and Pharaoh comes to a dramatic conclusion. The last three of the ten plagues are unleashed upon Egypt: a swarm of locusts devoured all the crops and greenery; a palpable darkness enveloped the land for three days and nights; and all the firstborn of Egypt were killed precisely at the stroke of midnight of the 15th of the month of Nisan... In this connection note that the word בּא (“go”) and פרעה (“Pharoah”) added together equal the gematria of משׁיח (“mashiach”), providing a hint of the Messianic redemption that was foreshadowed in Egypt. Every jot and tittle, chaverim!

Before the final plague, God instructed the Jewish people to establish a new calendar based on the sighting of the new moon of spring. On the tenth day of that month, God told the people to acquire a “Passover offering” to Him, namely an unblemished lamb (or goat), one for each household. On the 14th of that month (“between the evenings”) the animal would be slaughtered and its blood sprinkled on the doorposts and lintel of every Israelite home, so that God would “pass over” these dwellings when He came to kill the Egyptian firstborn that night. The roasted meat of the offering was to be eaten that night with unleavened bread (matzah) and bitter herbs (maror). God then commanded the Israelites to observe a seven-day “festival of matzah” to commemorate the Exodus for all subsequent generations.

Because of this, our corporate identity begins with a shared consciousness of time from a Divine perspective. The mo’edim (festivals of the LORD) all are reckoned based on the sacred calendar given to the redeemed Israelite nation. As it is also written in the Book of Psalms: “He made the moon for the appointed times” / עָשָׂה יָרֵחַ לְמוֹעֲדִים (Psalm 104:19). Undoubtedly Yeshua followed this calendar, as did His first followers (Gal. 4:4).

Just before the dreadful final plague befell, God instructed the Israelites to ask their Egyptian neighbors for gold, silver and jewelry, thereby plundering Egypt of its wealth (this was regarded as “uncollected wages” for hundreds of years of forced labor and bondage - not to mention for the services of Joseph, whose ingenuity brought the world’s wealth to Egypt in the first place). Moses then instructed the people to prepare the Passover sacrifice, that is, the korban Pesach (קָרְבָּן פֶּסַה) - the Passover lamb - and to smear its blood on the two sides and top of the doorway, resembling the shape of the Hebrew letter Chet (ח). This Hebrew letter, signifying the number eight, is connected with the word חי (chai), short for chayim (חַיִּים), "life." The blood of the lamb (דַּם הַשֶּׂה) not only saves from the judgment of death, but also is a symbol of divine life given for our redemption. The “life is in the blood.”

The dreadful final plague - the death of the firstborn - at last broke Pharaoh’s resistance and he not only allowed the Israelites to depart without any conditions, he urged them to go. Because they left in great haste there was no time for their dough to rise. The Torah states that there were 600,000 adult men who left Egypt, along with the women, children, and a “mixed multitude” of other Egyptian slaves who tagged along.

The Israelites were commanded to consecrate all the firstborn to God and to commemorate the anniversary of the Exodus each year by celebrating the LORD’s Passover in conjunction with the Feast of Unleavened Bread. During this time they were to remove all leaven from their homes for seven days, eat matzah, and retell the story of their redemption to their children. The portion ends with the commandment to wear tefillin (phylacteries) on the arm and head as a reminder of how the LORD saved the Israelites from their bondage in Egypt. [Hebrew for Christians]

https://hebrew4christians.com/

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From an email sent by Glenn Jackson about rebirth:

January 18th

* Shall this body, this curious workmanship of Heaven, so wonderfully and fearfully made, always lie in ruins and never be repaired. This we know: that it is not a thing impossible with God to raise the dead. He that could first form our bodies out of nothing, is certainly able to form them anew and repair the wastes of time. The Omniscient God knows how to collect, distinguish, and compound all those scattered and mingled seeds of our mortal bodies. Matter we know is capable of prodigious alterations and refinements; and there it will appear in the highest perfection. The bodies of the saints will be formed glorious, incorruptible, without the seeds of sickness or death. The glorified body of Christ, which is undoubtedly matter carried to the highest perfection that matter is capable of, will be the pattern after which they shall be formed. Then will the body be able to bear up under the exceeding great and eternal weight of glory; it will no longer be a clog or encumbrance to the soul, but a proper instrument and assistant in all the exalted services and enjoyments of the heavenly state.

...."But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you".... Romans 8:11 KJV

...."make a decisive dedication of your bodies [presenting all your members and faculties] as a living sacrifice, holy (devoted, consecrated) and well pleasing to God, which is your reasonable (rational, intelligent) service and spiritual worship".... Romans 12:1 The Amplified Translation

Today’s message from the Institute for Creation Research

January 18, 2021

A Better and an Enduring Substance

“For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.” (Hebrews 10:36)

Christians have certain heavenly possessions, and this knowledge helps put our earthly possessions and welfare in proper perspective. Evidently, some to whom this was written had been imprisoned, and others impoverished for their faith. “For ye...took joyfully the spoiling of your goods, knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance” (v. 34). Peter called it “an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you” (1 Peter 1:4).

These possessions are attainable; they are not in question; they are ours, given to us by the One whose name is “Truth” (John 14:6) and whose Word is trustworthy. We “know” (Hebrews 10:34) this beyond all doubt.

Furthermore, these possessions are valuable. We must “cast not away therefore [our] confidence, which hath great recompense of reward” (v. 35). With this assurance, we are able to bear up under any suffering or persecution that comes our way (see also Romans 8:18).

Knowledge of these possessions is prescriptive, for it helps us cope with longstanding troubles. In our text, we “have need of patience” to get through them and do “the will of God.” “Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain. Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh” (James 5:7-8).

Lastly, realization of these possessions is imminent. “For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry” (Hebrews 10:37). “He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus” (Revelation 22:20). JDM

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spideyxchelle · 7 years

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love is universal. it spans time and distance. and sometimes, on the rare occasion that love doesn’t quite get it right the first, love spans for more than one lifetime. this is that story.

in this life they are called Femi and Marcus. in their last they are called Peter and MJ.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

“Puella,” she heard the angry Roman soldier snap at her from across the road. There was an unnatural lilt to Latin words, one that sounds less like language and more like barked orders, and even though Rome has occupied Egypt for the last ten years she knows she will never grow accustomed to the accent. It’s as hard and militaristic as the men that occupy her family’s land.

She barely remembers a time before Rome ruled Egypt so completely. She was five when Cleopatra died and with their dignified ruler went the Egyptian way of life. There was no kindness or culture to the Roman legion. Their soldiers were conquerors and villains. They burned villages to the ground, destroyed homes and families and she hated them.

The solider barred his teeth and spoke again, “Puella. Hic veni.”

She cast her eyes up and met the cold gaze of the Roman solider. “Scientiam linguam latinam non habeo,” she mumbled. Her excuse was always that she did not speak Latin, a murky lie at best.

The soldier seemed to glean this and drew his staff stepping toward her. The girl did not blink, she did not move, she did not breathe. She knew what happened when these soulless soldiers lost their tempers and the smartest way to avoid being beaten to death would be her silence.

The solider raised his staff, aimed to strike, but the blow never came. A different solider, dressed in a vibrant red tunic, sidestepped her and caught the staff mid-swing. He flinched from the impact of the staff on his bare hand but he did not budge. The whole street seemed to slow and watch this moment. A Roman versus a Roman, a sight as ridiculous and unlikely as the rivers running blood.

The solider that tried to assault her said something in a dialect of Latin she had never heard before. It sounded, if possible, more brutal and choppy than the Latin her ears had grown used to over the last ten years. The second man seemed bored at best by the first man’s outburst. He said something easily offensive, she did not need to know the words to know that tone. They went back and forth speaking in frantic Latin, each word more heated than the last.

Until the solider in red smiled sloppily at his comrade and released his staff. The other man looked furious but inclined his head in a careless bow and stalked off.

The man with the sloppy smile turned around and looked at her more seriously than he had taken the other man. In perfect Egyptian, he asked, “Are you alright, miss?”

She blinked in surprise and then, suspiciously, narrowed her eyes, “Yes?”

He did not look convinced, “I apologize. He’s a brute.”

“All Romans are brutes,” she hissed. And he seemed as surprised to hear that as she was to have said it. Her eyes widened and she quickly tried to rectify the situation, “I mean-”

“I know what you meant,” he spoke over her but not unkindly, “I know what you Egyptians think of us. If I were in your position I’m not sure I wouldn’t feel the same.”

“I-” she fumbled, stunned.

“Marcus!” A Roman called out, stepping out of a silk shop, “Marcus! Ubi fuisti?”

On instinct, the girl made her shoulders drop, trying to look as small as possible, to fade into the background of these Roman murderers. But she could not help her curiosity, she turned her chin to the left to look at the man running briskly over to them.

He was tall, lean and had the angry, sharp look of a Roman dignitary. He held himself like a man in power and was easily fifteen years Marcus’ senior. “Gaius Antonius!” The two men embraced in a familiar hug. As they were distracted, she plotted her escape, taking a few steps back. But the man, Marcus, caught her eye and unwound himself from the hug, “Gaius, please meet my Egyptian friend.” He opened his mouth to say more but faltered. “I’m sorry,” he shot her the same goofy smile he had aimed at her assailant earlier, “I don’t know your name.”

It felt like a trap, but stuck between two Romans she had no choice but to be congenial. “Femi,” the girl offered.

“Femi,” he repeated. The way his words curled around her name gave her pause. The kept each other’s gaze a beat too long before Marcus cleared his throat and turned back to his friend, “This is Femi. Femi this is Gaius Antonius. The Primus Pilus of the Aegyptus legion.”

Gaius looked down his nose at Femi and she felt a hot flare of embarrassment and anger. She was not like the dirt beneath his sandals. In that moment, Femi hated the Romans more, if possible. “Yes,” Gaius said in stilted Egyptian, like he had barely tried to learn her language, “I did not know you kept such pretty friends, Marcus.” The meaning was not lost on her.

She knew what kind of friendship Roman officers extended to Egyptian girls.

Marcus’ jaw clicked and if Femi were not so close she would have missed it. His expressions were spectacularly schooled, “On the contrary, we’ve only just met today.”

“How quick you are,” Gaius joked, his laughter loud and bombastic. The loathsome man slid his eyes over Femi and she forced herself to straighten her spine and keep whatever dignified grace she could manage, “She is quite pretty. For an Egyptian.”

“That is quite enough, Gaius,” Marcus smiled tightly.

Femi felt the eyes of every Egyptian standing in the street and she wanted to bury her head in the sand and never come up for air again. She gathered some strength and asked, “Excuse me, sir, may I go?”

Gaius snarled, “How dare you speak to a Roman Centurion without being addressed, you vile, little-”

“Gaius,” Marcus cleared his throat, “I’d ask you don’t speak to her like that. I like her pretty.”

Femi’s eyes widened and her head snapped at Marcus. She was no fool. She did not really expect much from a Roman soldier but this Marcus had seemed slightly more human than the rest. Anger pooled in her stomach at being wrong.

She tried to meet his eyes but he would not look at her, which only served to make her angrier. Gaius seemed pleased by Marcus’ words, “Yes, well, don’t let me keep you, Marcus. You are only young once.”

And the world slowed. She knew what was going to come next before it even came. She knew she would be dragged off, like cattle, to some Roman tent and be taken by this barbarian centurion. Marcus’ hand grabbed her wrist and tugged her close. She felt his hand lay suspiciously low on her waist and she squeaked in protest.

“Gaius,” Marcus inclined his head in a show of respect. And then, he was dragging Femi away from the crowds and back toward the Roman barracks. He was high-ranking enough, it seemed, that she would at least be defiled in a home, in his bed, as he sidestepped the regular Roman tents.

She felt eyes on her everywhere and she wanted to fight back but fear held her tongue. There were too many Romans around to get away safely. She would either submit or die. Neither seemed like a particularly attractive option.

Marcus tugged her inside a small home and closed the door behind them. “Look, I-” he began and Femi panicked. She flailed her arm out and punched him square in the nose. Marcus doubled over from the pain and began to curse in that same Latin dialect that was foreign to her earlier.

She covered her mouth, surprise shaking her down to her bones. And then, she steeled herself. She would not roll over and allow any man, especially some Roman, to take her without her consent. All she had to do was attack him again and then she could escape at nightfall with him unconscious and the cover dark.

He snapped his head up and she aimed to strike again but he grabbed for her arms. She tried to wriggle free but he was too strong and, just like a trapped animal, she began to panic. Her eyes were wide in terror and his nose was bleeding freely. She must have broken it.

“Gods be good,” he yelped, “I’m not going to hurt you! Calm down!”

She did not.

So, Marcus backed her into the wall and spat a patch of blood on the floor. “Femi,” he said her name gently, “Femi, breathe with me.” Her blood pressure spiked. “Femi,” he repeated, “You have to breathe with me. It’s okay. In and out. In and out.”

She shuttered out a breath and then, sucked another one in. Over and over it went until she was finally calm enough that the ringing in her ears subsided. Femi looked at Marcus and, remarkably, he was looking back.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he finally said.

With the strength she had, she pushed him off of her, “Then why drag me back here?”

He sighed and grabbed for a white cloth to staunch the bleeding from his nose, “Gaius. He’s a superior officer. He’s the superior officer in Aegyptus.”

“Egypt,” she corrected him.

“Sorry,” he smiled, softly, “Egypt.” He tried to dampen his smile, she could tell, but it only served to make it bigger. Like she amused him.

She scowled, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he grinned unabashedly, “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“On the contrary,” she lifted her chin, “I’m terrified.”

“You’re very brave, then,” he hummed.

“Don’t flatter me,” she snapped, “Why did you bring me back here?”

“Gaius likes pretty Egyptian girls,” he said bluntly. “But he respects me. Our families are old friends. If he thought you were mine...” he flushed at those words, “...you’d be safe.”

Femi faltered, “And why do you care if I’m safe?”

He eyes hardened, “Because nobody deserves to be beaten or raped.”

“Not even Egyptians?” she countered.

“Nobody,” he said more fiercely.

Femi grumbled, “I’m sorry about your nose.”

He lightened, “It’ll heal.”

“I should go,” she glanced at the door.

But Marcus stepped in front of it. “You have to wait until nightfall. The other soldiers won’t respect my claim as much as Gaius does.”

“Your claim?” she shrieked, pounding on his chest for good measure.

He grabbed her wrists, trying to stop her from hurting him further, “Please. Stop hitting me. You’re taller than I am and it hurts.”

She brushed some wild hair out of her face, “You have no claim to me.”

“I know,” he said and his tone was peculiar and almost sad. “But I’m trying to keep you safe. You think you know the Romans. You don’t. Whatever thoughts you’ve had about us, I can guarantee, we’re ten times worse. We did not conquer half the known world by being good men.”

And Femi believed him. She glanced at the door, considering what demons lay beyond it, and decided to stop fighting. Nightfall was only a few hours away. She could risk the night. She could wait until she was safe. Femi turned to Marcus and asked, “Are you a good man?”

A shadow flickered across his face. He was suddenly Atlas with the world laying squarely on his shoulders. He was too young to be so burdened. He tossed the bloody rag away, “No.”

The hours passed in silence after his admission. Femi shared a house with a bad man and waited and prayed for nightfall. But Marcus did not push her to speak to him or do anything she did not wish to do.

Instead, he offered her food and wine and sat in a chair by the fire pouring over letters. He gave her free reign of his little house and she began to look through it like a curious child. He had so many books and so many beautiful trinkets. On the side of his bed was a small portrait of a woman. The colors from the paint were fading and the portrait was chipped from overuse. Like he had poured over it for hours and hours.

The sun was setting in the window in his bedroom. And the room was drenched in sad, orange light. She heard Marcus’ steps before she saw him. She turned around and lifted the portrait. Sadness overwhelmed his face and she could not help but ask, “Who is she?”

“My mother,” he crossed to her and took the portrait from her hand. His thumb caressed the worn image and he placed it back beside his bed.

“Is she back in Rome?” Femi inquired.

Marcus shook his head, “No. She died. When I was eight.”

“I’m sorry,” she said automatically. And they were both surprised to sense that she meant it.

Marcus sat on the edge of his bed and Femi, awkwardly, joined him. He turned his boyish features on her and asked innocently, “Femi is a pretty name. What does it mean?”

Perhaps it was the light, the sad and orange beseeching mood that it cast over the two of them, or perhaps it was the honesty in the planes of his face that made her answer softly, “Love. It means love.” He did not seem surprised by this cosmic joke. “What does Marcus mean?”

His lips quirked up in a sardonic smile, “War. Marcus means war. What a pair we are. Love and War.”

Femi shook her head, “We aren’t a pair.”

His eyebrow raised in childish wonder, “Aren’t we?”

The orange shadows of the sunset gave way to the blues of darkness on Marcus’ face. Night felt like a safety blanket. She had a vague memory of when the Romans first invaded Egypt. She remembered how there was no shelter from fire for weeks as they burned her city to the ground. All she saw was the reds of death until one day the burning was done and the darkness took over the sky again. Femi remembered how relieved she was to sit in the darkness, how it felt like magic.

This felt like that magic but there was a snap of tension bubbling on the surface of this moment that did not exist for her as a child. Marcus swallowed thickly, “You should go.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she asked, boldly.

“I’m a bad man, Femi,” he whispered, his face drawing closer to hers with every second the darkness wrapped around them. “I’m a Roman centurion. You’re an Egyptian.”

“I know,” she did not pull away.

His eyes flickered down to her parting lips, “We shouldn’t.”

For all of his talk, Marcus closed the gap between them first. Their lips found each other’s like ships that pass in the night: unexpectedly. She gasped into his mouth and Marcus sighed into the fullness of her mouth. It welcomed him and she writhed at the feelings swirling around them.

She fell back onto his strange Roman bed and blindly searched for the clips of his tunic. His own hands worked on her flimsy cloak. Between kisses and rough hands, he spoke, “We should stop.”

Femi would nod and grip at him again, dragging him back down to her.

It happened madly and desperately and when they found each other in the shadows of night, Femi gasped. Marcus found her hand and she held it tight. Her sighs mingled with his breathing and night kept them safe.

When sunshine peaked into his room, Femi woke with her hair cascaded lazily on his chest. There was a flood of shame at her actions until Marcus turned his sleepy eyes down on her and smiled. That same horribly sloppy smile he had fixed on her yesterday. She hid her face in his chest and rumbled a laugh there.

“Good morning,” he brushed her hair back from her face.

“I should go,” she kissed his chest.

Marcus rolled over on top of her and kissed her nose, “Stay.”

She brushed her nose against his and ran her tired hands up and down his back, “I’ve already stayed too long.”

He did not seem to like it but he nodded, acquiescing. He untangled himself from her and she stood to dress. Slowly. She was too distracted as he kissed easy kisses onto her spine. His voice still rough with sleep asked, “When will I see you again?”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder and he stole a kiss. Femi shook her head, “Not again.”

“Yes, again,” he frowned, slipping behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. She leaned back against his chest and took a deep breath. “Love, please,” he squeezed her.

“Love?” she rolled her eyes.

“That is your name, isn’t it?” he whispered in her ear.

She shivered, “And what should I call you, then? War?”

He nipped at her earlobe, “If you like.”

An echo of the future tickled in her ear, I have to go, Peter. So she said, “I have to go, Marcus.”

Reluctantly, he let her go. They dressed together and, when they were done, Marcus pulled her into his arms for one final kiss. It edged on heat until two loud thumps sounded at his door.

They sprang apart and Marcus adjusted his tunic before answering. Femi stood sheepishly just behind him.

Gaius stood in the doorway and seemed both pleased and surprised to see her there. Femi resisted the urge to scowl. “Marcus,” Gaius crowed, “I hate to take you away from morning pleasures.”

“What is it, Gaius?” Marcus said almost too sharply.

“Those stupid Germanic tribes have risen up. We’re being called.”

“We’re leaving Egypt?” Marcus blanched.

Femi tried to fell delight at this news. Less Roman soldiers was always better. And she had only just met Marcus. There would be other men, better men, Egyptian men to fill her time. But she could not help the plummeting feeling of panic settling in her stomach.

Gaius preened, “Not to worry, Marcus. You can always take the girl with you.”

Marcus rubbed his eyes, pointedly ignoring that suggestion, “I have to pack. When do we leave?”

“Immediately. Apparently the defeat has been bad.” Gaius sneered at Femi’s flimsy cloak, “And clean your girl up. I won’t have her leaving camp like that, distracting the men.”

Marcus nodded in that tense, half-incline way she always saw the Romans do. And, as quickly as he arrived, Gaius was gone.

“You don’t have to go,” Femi immediately said.

Marcus tossed one of his heavier tunics to her to dress in. She began to wrap it and clip it down. He scoffed, “I’m a Roman centurion. That’s my job. To go when duty calls.”

“Romans have no duty. No honor. You owe them nothing.”

“I owe them everything!” Marcus looked incredulously at her. “I am Roman.”

“You said,” she fumbled, searching for purchase, “You said yesterday that you would hate the Romans too if you were Egyptian.”

“But I’m not,” he closed his trunk, “am I?”

Another whisper from the future surged between them:

You’re not an Avenger, Peter. You don’t owe them a damn thing.

But I am Spider-man. And that means I have to go.

Femi blinked, “I can’t believe I ever let you touch me.”

He whirled on her, “What would you have me do?”

“Not fight!” she yelled. “For once in your stupid, Roman life do the right thing.”

“I’m a soldier. That’s who I am. That’s who I’ll always be. When the call to fight comes....I will always, ALWAYS, answer it.” Those words breathe prophecy. A strange sort-of magic pulses in the room. She knows, for some unknown reason, that he will always pick war. His name is Marcus, after all.

She swallows, makes her heart stone and spits at his feet. His face falters and his hand twitches for her, to reach out, perhaps even hug her, but he doesn’t. So she picks her wounded ego up from off the ground and marches out of his little house.

Femi makes it five steps before Marcus is running after her, grabbing her arm to stop her in her tracks, “Femi, please.”

She shrugs him off, “You must go where you are needed, soldier.”

He puts on his carefully crafted Roman warrior mask and nods. She watches him walk away and something in her screams to stop him. In that moment she knows it will be the last time she sees him (in this life).

When he falls on the battlefield in the Germanic countryside, she feels it. She’s not sure how. But it startles her on her way home from the river. She drops the bowl of water she was carrying and the clay shatters on the ground. Women swarm to help her but she pushes them all away.

She cannot breathe. Her chest is caving in from the sheer loss that is pounding in her veins.

A wise woman in her village, the Romans call her a witch, watches on as Femi falls to her knees and covers her ears. She can feel his pain. She can feel the last beats of Marcus’ heart in her own chest. She somehow knows the last thought he has is of her sitting on his bed drenched in moonlight.

The wise woman picks Femi up from off of her feet and begins to guide her away from the thickening crowd. She forces water into Femi’s hand and she guzzles it down like it will help soften the blow. It does nothing.

Only then does Femi start to cry. And the wise woman waits until she has found a hallow calm to speak, “Do not fret, my child. You will see him again.”

Femi’s red rimmed eyes look up at the woman with the soft features, “H-how do you....?”

“It will not be for many, many years,” the old woman continues, “and you will know him by a different name, but you will see him again.”

“Witch craft,” Femi whispers.

“And he will die,” the old woman says bluntly, “In every life. Until you save him. Or so the cycle will repeat.”

The wheels begin turning, then. And fate makes her wait until the next life to see him again.

#headcanon ask #reincarnation au #spideychelle

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pendulum-sonata · 7 years

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Abandoning his family and having little to no reaction to seeing them again is only part of Yushou's faults, since his whole, "Repress your emotions! Only laughter and good feelings!" is part of the reason Yuya got so fucked up and helped facilitate Zarc's revival (plus the whole bullshit message of victims of war crimes just needing to smile and make peace being his whole philosophy). But representation in terms of other races, not specifically Chinese (Vivian is maybe the only)1/2

2/2 Vivian is probably the only Chinese character and she’s kind of a stereotype and maybe into underage Yugi? I don’t think we know her actual age. But aside from that, we have numerous black characters (O'Brien, Martha, basically everyone from Egypt) who are fully fleshed out characters. Cobra is ambiguously dark skinned, and even if he’s a villain is still complex. Lots of Americans and maybe even a few Ryukyuan people like Masumi. YGO’s better than a lot of anime but can still do better

Takahashi traveled to Egypt while writing the DM manga and actually learned from it that’s how his representation of egyptians was significantly better than most movies, if he hadn’t he would have probably drawn them as white too…

As a POC person from a poc country I can tell you absolutely all the non-asian poc characters in ygo that I’ve seen are stereotypical in one way or another, this is not just my opinion but the opinion of many other poc fans, that’s no good representation in the slightest so I would appreciate if you wouldn’t use that as a point for your argument (also “ambiguously brown” is not proper representation either…)

As for Yusho, I’m so tired of people making him responsible of Yuya’s issues when it’s obvious he never meant it in the way Yuya applied it but he is a child so he coped with his issues like a child would - and smiling when your in a bad mood is a legitimate psychologic advice when there are no mentall illnesses or other major issues involved mind you from the mouth of a mental health professional so don’t talk to me about that either - and are you seriously saying that Zarc’s revival was his fault? How in the world could he have known about Zarc? Let alone about his motives… I seriously don’t get what the point about this specific point is supposed to be.

I reitirate that I CAN’T disscuss the issues with the anti-war messages and koreans, chinese, or any asian representation in anime because I’m NOT korean, and I’m most certainly not asian and not only I know little of the subjet and it would be completely irresponsible to talk about that , so please stop trying to make me take a side about a subject that doesn’t affect me in real life.

You would be better off asking a korean person about you know korean representation and sociopolitical issues with Japan.

#arc damn it #a5 #my askbox #rose talks #srsly why do you keep asking me about #things i have no knowledge or authority #to discuss?

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Incorrect Crusades Quotes

Raimond IV de Tolosa: the fool tries to make one million dollars.... but the wise man knows that its much easier to make $0.000001 dollars one trillion times

Guglielmo Embriaco: Arrives 15 minutes late with siege towers.

Pope Urbanus II: UNITED NATIONS: ah!! please help us! we need just a normal man's opinion!! we got you a seat ME: How'm I to trust you, while God is bleeding

Étienne Henri, comte de Blois: Hell Yes;. the army is putting me and my guns on a plane back to iraq. Thius is like real life DLC

Matilde di Canossa: disappointed by lack of respect for the pope by the goofus brigade. i on the other hand respect the mans ass cheeks. i respect the mans legs

Alexios I Komnenos: I am Mediterranean Man! Hear my cry: TZATZIKIIIIIIiiiiiii and tremble with fear.TZATZIKIIIIIIiiiiiii and away!

Pierre l’Ermite: me and a bunch of stupid assholes are going to start a community in the middle of the desert to either die or prove a very important point.

Baudouin Ier de Jérusalem: im gay too and i love shit and im a nerd.

Bohémond de Hauteville: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree

Hugues Ier, comte de Vermandois: i may be a dim-witted narcissist but at least i hafve really good opinions about life and other things

Morphia of Melitene: I AM VERY BAD ARMENIAN LADY ! I AM SO BAD THAT EVEN DEVOL IS AFRAID OF ME ! I WILL TEAR ENYBODYS SPIRIT & GIVE IT TO HIM ; WHO PUT DISLIKE !

Hugues de Payens: girlsl... i shall virtuously employ the expansive breadth of my tech wisdom to protect you all from Daesh... even if you dont follow me...

Danishmend Gazi: prince hussein…wheres my goodboy bailout

Tancrède de Hauteville: my romantic girl friend sees the super blood moon reflected in my greased back hair and pledges then and there to bow to christ our master

Thomas de Marle, seigneur de Coucy: I wanna live inside a castle built of your agony. AND I WANT TO CRUMBLE IT WITH AN AXE TO YOUR CAROTID ARTERY!

Kilij Arslan I: @danishmend pass the savings onto me mother fucker

Al-Mustazhir: "buckwild" or "hogwild"?? im writing a poem for my gf

Anna Komnēnḗ: He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

Imad ad-Din Zengi: each 'Ridge' in your crinkle-cut potato chip costs 4 gallons of precious slave blood to create and adds a satisfying "Cruntch" to every bite

Thierry d'Alsace, comte de Flandre: this post is 2 years old. ive since lost custody of my children and my wife left me. still wild about candles

Anfós Jordan de Tolosa: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infants

Enrico Dandolo: Everything happens for a reason, little one. And that reason is me.

Hodierne de Jérusalem: 12 year slave huh? sounds like my marriage. which I dont enjoy. to the degree that it is succinctly described by that particular movie title

Alix de Jérusalem: announcin,g in 2016 my new brand alliance with cool arab man

Sybille d’Anjou: im moving to israel, where the boys are nice, as soon as i get confirmation that they use the same kind of toilet paper that we use here

Raimon de Peitieus: im sorry to Wawa for attempting to behead myself in one of their restrooms. i promise to take the Wawa experience more seriously from now on

Andrónikos I: If a billion people have to be impaled to prove it, my worthiness as a Komnēnós will be DEMONSTRATED.

Louis VII de France: in another life... i would make U stay...

Renaud de Châtillon: i put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like "oh tortures bad","its ineffective" fuck off

Friedrich I, Holy Roman Emperor: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Imad ad-Din al-Isfahani: what happens when kirby swallows the qur'an and is granted its considerable power. my 81 chapter fanfic explores this issue -- and more

Heinrich der Löwe, Herzog von Sachsen: Wow, I do not care about that problem.

Henry II of England: i said im sorry. ive taken my lashes upon the cross. my brand is still good and anyone who cant see that is worthless

Agnès de Courtenay: looks like im forced to address false rumors that i own 3 dildos on a shelf labelled "breakfast" "lunch" & "dinner". this is an absurdity .

Amaury Ier de Jérusalem: MarioGodKenneth is stuck in prison again and ive received $0 in donations towards his bail.

Salah ad-Din: We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!”

Bertran de Bòrn: Im a monk in real life, the matrix is real and hummingbirds and other really fast animals are proof positive that bullet time eixists

Corrado del Monferrato: if a sniper shot me i would run over to where he is and kick the gun out of his hand and kill him because hes not specialized in melee fight

Guy de Lusignan: Our only hope now is that the enemy kills so many of us, they become slightly depressed.

Bonifacio del Monferrato: This is a Bulgar hunt, man! A Bulgar hunt! Game over, man! Game over!

Richard I of England: cant wait to get back to iraq and blast some ragheads-- itll be just like halo but with less lag #tcot #nowTHATSghetto #nowplaying #bun

Leopold V., Herzog von Österreich: (in really quiet, barely audible voice) hope your dick falls of bitch

Philippe II de France: wish Obama would authorize some drone strikes against my ex-wife!

Baudouin IX, comte de Flandre: "i wish they got, WiFi down here" - guy who died in the paris catacombs

Simon IV de Montfort: I love the smell of heretics in the morning. You know, one time we set an entire town on fire, for 12 hours. The smell, you know that burning flesh smell, the whole town. Smelled like victory.

Alexios IV Angelos: Local man ruins everything

Raimon-Rogièr, comte de Fois: bigmouth fake priest telling me to "drink a shitload of holy water and kill yourself" as penance? this has happened at three churches now

Friedrich II, Holy Roman Emperor: I will tell you this right now: I’m from hell. Im highly fucked up. Ive been known to say rude things and watch the carnage unfold brutally

Thibaut Ier de Navarre: i do enjoy spending my weekends "Joining the Army". oh how i hate when monday rolls around & i must say goodbye to all of my soldier friends

Shajar Al-Durr: i ruminate over a scrapbook full of middle finger pics to keep myself demure, respectful and humble. "i deserve these", i utter shitheadedly

Louis IX de France: the nile river is red with blood and your fucking birthday present won't cleanse it. perspective, you fucking rat

Robert Ier, comte de Artois: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeroy!

Charles Ier de Naples: welp, time to rescue egypt from muslims. asomebody please carry all 900 pounds of me to the site of the protests. wait nevermind im good

Beatritz de Provença: What is the point of being married to a prince if he can't wield unfettered power to crush my enemies!?

Baibars: my name is Destyn. i build crossbows and sell weed to all your dads and im 15

Edward I of England: i am going to plunge a sword into our bed and officially end outr 40 yr marriage if you do not stop yelling while i am recording my stream's

#crusades #medieval #medieval history #european history #asian history #dril #history

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