Emblazonment of my father’s armorial achievement by Fritz Jahn (fritzorino), gifted to him for his 64th birthday,

The Double Headed Eagle: From Paris to Rome

The double headed eagle as a heraldic emblem dates back to Roman times. The consul Marius first consecrated the eagle (single-headed variety) which became the standard at the head of every Roman army, and was adopted as the symbol of imperial power. On the division of the Empire into Eastern and Western (Constantinople and Rome respectively), and its subsequant restoration by the Carlovignians into what became known as the Holy Roman Empire, the double headed eagle naturally became representative of this double empire, and has been used throughout European history in this role ever since - notably by the emperors of Germany (who claimed their empire to be a continuation of ancient Rome, hence Kaiser) and Russia (who claimed a double empire once Poland was added to her own, hence Czar/Tzar). I believe this particular rendering of the double headed eagle is masonic, however, specifically relating to the Parisian Order of the Council of Emperors of the East and West. From freemasonry.bcy.ca:

"The double-headed eagle was probably first introduced as a symbol into Freemasonry in the year 1758. In that year the Body calling itself the Council of Emperors of the East and West was established in Paris. The double-headed eagle as likely to have been assumed by this Council in reference to the double Jurisdiction which it claimed, and which is represented so distinctly in its title. The jewel of the Thirty-third Degree, or Sovereign Grand Inspector-General of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite, is a double-headed eagle (which was originally black, but is now generally of silver), a golden crown resting on both heady wings displayed, beak and claws of gold, his talons grasping a wavy sword, the emblem of cherubic fire, the hilt held by one talon, the blade by the other. The banner of the Order is also a double-headed eagle crowned."

Remarkable for both its size and its craftsmanship, the double headed eagle pendant above dates from the mid Victorian era. With wings outstretched, the bird is crowned and clutches a sword in its talons. Exquisite feather detailing covers both the back and front, with individual feathers rendered, and eyes set with striking red garnet cabochons. The base of the crown is hinged, allowing the eagle to sit naturally when worn, and a full set of English hallmarks confirm sterling silver and date it to 1876.

The Double Headed Eagle (1973) - Buster in Potsdamer Platz, Berlin 1930

I love the notion that the Second Son karmatic symbol that Delsin creates—that's on his jean vest, stuck to a button over his heart, and can be tagged all throughout Seattle as he fights for his tribe—

Is a symbol of his people.

Do you think you'd have been more fond of the BE class members if Tru Piss had been the last route you played instead of the first?

Mmh...

I don't think so.

While the student cast sorts of bore me, I think playing SS then Tru Piss wouldn't have changed a thing, the BESF's reactions to Flamey is underwhelming, there's no mention of taking responsibility for what Adrestia did and still does during the war, and the characters are still painfully tone deaf to the current situation (Baldo'n'Waldi who ?).

Fe8's Cormag and, in general, Grado people, feel more connected to the main conflict in their game than the BESF, the literal scions of the ones who are supposed to run the show. There's no added knowledge/elements added because the BESF were once part of the Empire (and still part of it for the majority of the timeskip, sans Ferdie'n'Caspar ?). We have no prison break chapter (like the one of Fe5) or no paralogue where the cast destroys the Baldo'n'Waldi factory (sure, it wasn't the reason why the cast went to Gritnea in FE9, but by getting rid of izuka there are no more feral ones in the war).

The BESF is a disappointment in SS, and Tru Piss still, well, pisses on WC and Flamey's involvment with the war, so the between the two, while I prefer them as they are in Tru Piss, they're still, imo, a meh cast.

Sure, blame it on the game and its reheashed chapters through each route, but the feeling would have been stronger if the BESF, let it be Tru Piss or SS, were the last class I played with.

Imagine if they put this lad into a pop musical 😭

huge respect to @myxinidaes for reblogging that post with 100 birds

"Habsburgs DNI" but only because if Edouard Habsburg followed me on twitter i really would have to question every single choice i'd made in life

Hell yeah boi, proud to be Serbian

Живела Србија!

double eagle

Flag of the Russian-American Company.

Note the double-headed eagle, symbolising empire.

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The first thing you feel is the sharp pinch of the needle in your arm. Warmth flooding your body, your face flushed and lips tingling. The sensation spreading to your core and between your legs. Suddenly you feel warm and wet. Your cunt swelling slightly, lips parting... You try to touch yourself, pulling against something, and then…

Your eyes snap open and the bright light temporarily blinds you. Thick leather straps hold you down against the examination table, spread-eagled. Fear and adrenaline prick your skin, your drug-induced warmth now slick with a sheen of cold sweat. The shame of your dripping cunt hits you hard, and you try to tell yourself that it’s not your fault, it’s the drugs. It has to be the drugs…

Your mouth is held wide with a dental gag, jaw already beginning to ache. Your head is kept still with a thick leather strap across your forehead even as you see me cross your field of vision, my face behind a surgical mask, your eyes wide. “Today, I have an experiment…”

Another pinch, and a strong sedative makes your limbs go limp, too weak and heavy to move much, your mind perfectly alert. You feel my fingers spread your labia, pull back your clitoral hood, and the sharp excruciating pain of a needle in your clit, then your labia, the drug making them swell. Your tits are injected next, making them full and heavy as the syringe is emptied. The warmth spreads, combining with the pain, your cunt locked in a deep ache and drooling immediately. You are helpless, swollen, sensitive, and completely overstimulated. A vibrator is pushed against your cunt, shockwaves of sensation flooding your body as you try not to moan. My gloved hand encircles your throat, choking you. My fingers probe your gag reflex, making you drool all over yourself as you begin to see stars. You pass out a few times, slapped awake after each one, oxygen flooding your body and setting every nerve on fire. Each orgasm wrecking your body more than the last, the time between them growing shorter until they are just seconds apart. Forced to cum against your will so much it hurts. A gagging drooling mess. A ruined, helpless thing. Your cunt is swollen and unrecognizable, dripping down the table and onto the floor.

The vibrator is suddenly switched off. I slap your cunt hard and laugh as you scream, convulsing as shockwaves of pain cascade through your core. You groan as the thick electric plug is slid deep inside your anus, stretching you wide as tears spring to your eyes. The electricity makes you whimper, not just from pain, but from forcing your pelvic floor muscles to contract in time to the current. I press the head of my swollen cock against your dripping labia, and sink deep inside your helpless ruined hole. Choking you, slapping you, and spitting on you as I rape you, your restrained body swaying with each deep thrust, vulnerable and spread wide. Gagging you as you make disgusting noises, your face and tits covered in drool. Torturing your grossly swollen nipples, bruising them almost instantly with my fingers as I pinch, pull, and twist them savagely, tearing harsh, violent screams from your throat as the pain sears through your body. Your spasming cunt milks my cock inside you as I rape you. Your own body forced to betray you. Even the autonomy of your own muscles raped away as I force them to pleasure my cock. To splatter your cervix with my cum. And worse, to make you cum as well.

It hurts too much to orgasm now. You’ve been holding it off so long, trying to avoid the sensations from last time. It makes your muscles clench out of sync with the current, doubling up and eventually forcing that wave to crest, your eyes rolling back, legs shaking as you let out a horrible shriek of despair... Then it tears through you, every muscle taut and shaking. Mind going blank, unable to register anything but a horrible emptiness in the pit of your stomach, all stimulation gone. Just an object. A toy. A ruined thing.

When your eyes open, you become dimly aware of my voice. Your cunt is held open with a speculum, my cum still dripping out as you are examined in detail. Your most private, intimate parts helpless, vulnerable, and exposed. Nothing private, nothing secret.

“Indeed. The subject has become deeply suggestible. The formula was substituted for saline with no decline in response...” Saline!? No! It has to be the drugs. It was the drugs! Your mind is breaking as the mirror above you reveals the truth: Your tits and cunt are grossly swollen in the humiliating caricature of a fuckdoll, not injected with some new pharmaceutical, but simple saline solution…

“...more experiments are needed to determine the efficacy of any new formula.” In your turmoil, you suddenly notice the red light of a webcam, stomach churning... How many saw? How many people saw what I did to you?

“We will keep the experiment and continue to perform tests...” And as my first words drift back to you, it suddenly becomes clear: YOU are The Experiment.

I think the double-headed eagle is one of the coolest symbols there is.