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lassieposting · 2 months

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Absolutely obsessed with the ecosystem and interpersonal political implications going on in Poppy Playtime right now, like.

What we have in the Playtime Co factory is a society made up of creatures who were all, at one point, human. And while it's stated that the experiments have varying levels of intelligence and ability to recall their former lives, we know that a lot of them, if not all of them, retained at least some of their humanity post-transformation. For example:

Most of the experiments are angry, resentful and vengeful towards Playtime Co - they understand they have been wronged, and they are capable of holding grudges.

Poppy and the Prototype seem to have the same end goals (putting a stop to the experiments and saving the innocents being used in them), but diametrically opposing views on how to go about achieving them (the Prototype is a gritty realist who knows no war was ever won without bloodshed and is willing to cause collateral damage in the name of his cause, where Poppy is far more idealistic, moderate and morally opposed to/upset by the deaths of the Playtime Co employees). This dispute has escalated far enough that the Prototype apparently shut Poppy away before the Hour of Joy could begin, and Poppy now wants the Prototype dead for what she sees as a crime equal in atrocity to Playtime Co's - they are able to understand ideologies, have ideological disagreements, and strategise against each other.

Huggy Wuggy, who seems to be only slightly more intelligent than a predatory animal, can still write, and uses the ability to try to guide fleeing prey in the wrong direction - that suggests he uses the vents to hunt on a regular basis, and he's clever enough to use basic deception.

On the subject of Huggy Wuggy, when he escapes the facility, his first instinct is to go home.

There are also numerous examples of the experiments being able to form and maintain social bonds, and work together:

Mommy Long-Legs is described as "nurturing" and "motherly" towards the other experiments, as well as the children. She's placed in the Game Station precisely because her desire to protect and care for the children outweighs her hatred for her captors: she won't act aggressively in front of them.

DogDay says that he's "the last of the Smiling Critters", implying that the Playcare originally had a full complement of Bigger Bodies Critters and that they were all able to coexist peacefully.

Kissy Missy and Poppy clearly have a friendship, with Poppy willing to charge into unknown danger to help her friend.

Miss Delight originally calls the other teachers her sisters, and she's horrified and grief-stricken by her own actions when she turns on them.

Miss Delight and CatNap form a non-aggression pact that seems to include some kind of respect for territorial boundaries, as Ollie claims that CatNap usually avoids the school. That's Miss Delight's turf, and he clearly respects her space, even though it technically falls inside his own territory.

The Prototype - who's usually kept in isolation and under surveillance precisely because he's known to be violent - was on multiple occasions set loose in a room with at least CatNap (and potentially other experiments) without bloodshed. He's even confirmed to have patiently tolerated CatNap lowkey imprinting on him and following him around like a duckling.

The Prototype also opts to save Theo Grambell's life, knowing damn well that to do so means sacrificing his shot at freedom. There is no reason for him to do this other than caring for Theo.

Again, DogDay is the last of the Smiling Critters. Despite the fact that there would have been six of them, and one of CatNap. Working together, they should have been able to overpower him easily, and the fact that they couldn't makes me think that either a) there was a big confrontation in which CatNap either arrived with or was able to call out for backup or b) CatNap became an infinitely more capable strategist and picked them off quietly one at a time, using skills he'd have to have learned from someone.

Anyway. My point here: these were originally people, with all the associated moral hangups and emotional messiness, and they retained a lot of their humanity post-transformation. And they were on the same side, to begin with. During the Hour of Joy, they all turn on the workers together.

But after that? The complete breakdown of that unity and those complex social relations into an essentially animal ecosystem, and the psychological impact on the surviving experiments, fascinates me.

By the time the game starts, the experiments have run out of food, and they've begun turning on each other out of desperation. The Bigger Bodies monsters, previously social and cooperative, have been forced into direct competition for food, and as a result they've largely become solitary apex predators with fiercely-defended territories, where they can pick off smaller, weaker experiments at will. There's some evidence of cooperation and coexistence between predators - Bunzo Bunny and the Mini-Huggies survive ten years in Mommy Long-Legs' territory, possibly filling the scavenger niche and surviving off her leftovers, and Miss Delight is tolerated in CatNap's - but the small toys we see scattered bloodily all across the factory (and the small Bunzo we see picked off by CatNap as it tries to cross a room) show that there's a whole category of experiments whose lives would've become all about hiding, and sneaking, and being where the Bigger Bodies critters aren't. The predators, driven to the edge of starvation, have had to surrender a lot of the human values and morals they had before. The prey have essentially become rodents - they're in danger every second they're not safely hidden away somewhere.

And yet!

The way they've reacted to their trauma is still so human.

Like. Take the difference between CatNap and Mommy Long-Legs.

Mommy and CatNap - Marie and Theo - have a very similar start in life. Both were children when they were experimented on and transferred into their mascot bodies. Both were orphans, and both are described as not fitting in or being particularly happy in the Playcare - Marie was bullied, and Theo is described as "odd" and "antisocial with other children".

But post-transformation, it seems Marie was largely left to, essentially, raise herself. We know that she was aggressively hostile towards staff, and gentle and nurturing towards orphans and other experiments, but we have no suggestion that anyone was caring or parental towards her. Like most of the experiments, she has a digestive tract and would have needed to eat, so she must have had a "keeper" of some kind, but she doesn't seem to have had any attachment to anyone who could serve as a parental substitute and guide her into adulthood.

When we meet her as Mommy Long-Legs, she would be a young adult - she's grown up in her mascot body. But even acknowledging that she's been driven mad by fear and isolation, her emotional development shows several damage markers you'd expect from a child so utterly deprived of love and care and guidance. She's emotionally unstable and prone to throwing extreme tantrums over small and arbitrary inciting factors, like "cheating" at a rigged game - there's very limited ability or desire to moderate or regulate her emotions. She's erratic, has poor impulse control, and when she's angry she lashes out violently at whoever is most convenient - like Bunzo - even though it's someone else - the player - that she's actually mad at. She does try to hide her disappointment at our continued existence behind her bubblegum Mommy persona, but she never quite learned to convincingly mask her emotions the way adults can. Nor has she mastered the art of making and executing a plan - when she attacks, it's all aggression - the single-minded grab-and-smash of an angry, thwarted child. Even Huggy, limited though his intelligence is, stalks the player and tries to chase them into a kill zone. But Mommy relies solely on her stretch ability - automatic, instinctive - and her sheer rage to make her the GameStation's apex predator. Left to raise herself, she never learned a lot of adult skills or survival strategies, and it's become a fatal flaw - she knows her territory, she knows where there would be machinery to look out for, but she's so single-mindedly focused on punishing the player that she completely overlooks her own safety.

Contrast: CatNap.

CatNap is also a young adult when we meet him, and if he'd also been left alone to raise himself, he'd probably have a lot of the same developmental stunting. But he doesn't, and that's interesting.

Now, let's take a very quick detour to look at the behaviour we've seen, not from CatNap, but from the Prototype. We know he's fiercely intelligent, calculating, and a tactical thinker with a talent for using his environment and anything in it (up to and including the player - he makes use of Mommy after we kill her, even though he's the facility's super predator and could easily have done it himself) to his advantage. We know he's stealthy - from how close to us he is at the close of each chapter, he's likely been tailing us from the moment we entered the factory, keeping his distance and watching us to see what we'll do and how he can make use of our actions. Some of his behaviours are strongly reminiscent of a soldier in action - I have a theory here that whoever became the Prototype had, at some point in his previous life, been a military man.

And now look at CatNap. Who has he become?

An intelligent, calculating stealth predator who uses his environment and any weaponizable thing he can get his claws on to take out his prey with minimal risk to himself. He's capable of adult logic and reasoning skills - i.e. the teachers will get hungry and harm the surviving children, so locking them in the school to fight to the death removes all but one threat, who can then be negotiated with once the children have been moved to safety. He's able to form and maintain alliances and agreements. He's even able to identify that the player is either a) not a threat to him or b) proving useful to the Prototype, and overlook his own hunger to offer them mercy: leave Playcare, or I'm coming for you.

In other words, he's grown up a lot like the Prototype.

And there's a reason for that! We know from the interdepartmental report on CatNap that for some reason, after his transformation procedure, he was allowed to socialise with the Prototype - an experiment who's considered so dangerous usually kept on lockdown in isolation under constant surveillance. And the report notes that CatNap "follows [the Prototype] around like a lost puppy" and that the Prototype "doesn't seem to mind".

Which, on its own, could just mean that the Prototype recognised Theo for what he was - a traumatized, hurting, confused little boy - and, aware that CatNap was not a threat, opted for tolerance over violence. But when you consider CatNap's history with the Prototype, I don't think that's it. Theo befriended the Prototype, or vice versa, long before Theo ever became CatNap. He was mortally injured trying to help the Prototype escape, and the Prototype gave up that shot at freedom to get Theo medical attention. They are close, and the fact that CatNap, a decade later, has assumed so many of the Prototype's traits and skills implies that they remained close for a good long while after the Hour of Joy.

Theo, aged 7, is clinging to the one person he feels safe with and protected by after a major trauma. If he follows the Prototype everywhere, he won't be left alone with the scientists. If he's not left alone with the scientists, they can't hurt him anymore. And the Prototype lets him, reinforcing the idea that you're safe with me. It's not unlikely that he feels responsible for CatNap's fate - if he hadn't taken Theo to the Playtime counselors for medical attention, the boy would have peacefully died, and wouldn't be living a nightmare - and he's stepped up to parent CatNap.

And you can see echoes of that ongoing bond in how CatNap behaves a decade later. Who taught him to hunt? The Prototype. Who taught him strategy and tactical thinking? The Prototype. Who gave him the survival skills he needed to make his way to the top of the food chain and stay there? The Prototype.

Unlike Marie, Theo had someone to protect him. Someone to play with and care for him. Someone to hunt for and feed him once the bodies began to run out, at least until he was fully capable of catching, killing and pulling apart his own prey. Someone to socialise with. And he's better adjusted - for a given value of "better adjusted", because like, nobody in this factory is even remotely okay - as a result.

And that's still so human. Despite the absolute horror-show feral animal situation they're all living in.

Just? idk man i have a lot of feelings

#smiling critters #poppy playtime headcanons #poppy playtime #vidya gaems #poppy playtime meta #experiment 1006 #the prototype #catnap #theodore grambell #mommy long legs #anyway: baby catnap shrinking his huge body down so he can hide from another monster behind the prototype's legs #baby catnap practicing his hunting skills on the prototype the way lion cubs pounce on adult lions #baby catnap curling up very small beside this monstrosity of wires and metal and actually feeling SAFE

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txttletale · 7 months

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Wtf is Lancer and why is it shit (serious question)

lancer is a tabletop roleplaying game made by the guy who drew kill six billion demons and another guy. i wouldn't call it 'shit', necessarily--it's good in a lot of the ways that matter. it's first and foremost a tactical mech combat game and on that level it's incredible. its ruleset is finely tuned, provides great amounts of GM support to make running what might otherwise be overwhelmingly crunchy combat easier, and has a truly stunning and cool level of character customization available. so as a game, i think it's great fun to play and run, genuinely innovative, and a huge step forward for battlemap tactical wargame type TTRPGs in general.

the lore though, kind of sucks. i think it has two clear and overlapping core problems. problem #1 is that it is a utopia as envisioned by a social democrat. it's a world which the text describes as 'post-capitalist' (but there are still evil megacorporations with private armies who own slaves) and 'post-scarcity' (but only in the developed 'core' systems, so. y'know. there's scarcity). at many points in the text they say that Union (the game's main faction) is utopian, throwing around that exact word a bunch of times as well as 'mutual aid' and 'direct action' and the like. but what they describe is just kind of an imperialist Space Sweden with several distinct forms of slavery that constantly expands and uses its Benevolent Imperial Power to intervene on the Backwards Violent Worlds on its outer border but its good because its just trying to bring them UBI.

to show what i mean, here's one of the game's writers¹ talking about how it would be morally wrong for Union to, say, appropriate the property of a private military corporation that also operates as a fascist nation-state:

it's 'revolution' as imagined by the limpest of social democrats. and of course this would honestly be fine, whatever, most sci-fi settings are fundamentally achingly liberal, but the game goes so out of its way to signpost how Radical it is and how Hopeful and Liberationist you're meant to see the setting as

the other core problem is closely related--it feels like the lancer guys put every cool sci-fi idea they had into lancer even when it completely clashes with the core ideas behind it. like, AIs in this settings are callled 'NHPs' (non-human persons) and they're eldritch god-like beings from another dimension who have be kept 'shackled' (lancer's words, not mine!) to keep them as pliant and obedient AI assistants instead of hostile eldritch abominations. this is obviously horrifying and dystopian but it rules, it would be sick fucking worldbuilding for something with the tone of 40k or a one-off doctor who or star trek episode--but as a fundamental technology foundational to what we are supposed to believe is a post-revolutionary society founded on mutual aid and solidarity and blah blah blah it's glaringly dissonant.

bear in mind this is all just going off the rulebook. lancer fans have told me that the supplements and campaign modules fix some of this or contextualise it. but on the other hand communists have told me that they make it worse and i trust the communists more. i leave you with this incredible passage from the game's foreword:

#ask #brendanicus #ttrpg #lancer

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genderkoolaid · 10 months

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1. The Revolution Is a Relationship

[…] Something that worries me about social justice communities is that we tend to conceptualize “revolution” as a product, as a place and time that we expend all of our energy and anger to create – often without regard to the toll this takes on individuals and our relationships. [...] In our – often justified – anger and disappointment at the failure of ourselves and our communities to uphold the dream of revolution, we lash out. [...] What if revolution isn’t a product, some distant promised land, but the relationships that we have right now? What if revolution is, in addition to – not instead of – direct action and community organizing, the process of rupture and repair that happens when we fuck up and hold each other accountable and forgive?

2. The Oppressor Lives Within

[…] I’ve started to believe that I can’t engage in authentic activism, I can’t create positive change without recognizing and naming my own participation in the oppressive systems that I’m trying to undo. Coming from this position, I’m forced to have compassion for the people around me who I see also participating in oppression, even as I’m also angry at them. With compassion comes understanding, and with understanding comes belief in the possibility of change. When we become capable of holding that contradiction in our hearts – when we can be angry and compassionate at the same time, at ourselves as well as others – entirely new possibilities for healing and transformation emerge.

3. Accountability Starts in the Heart

[…] I often wonder how different things would look if it were more of a cultural norm to understand accountability as a practice that comes from within the individual, instead of a consequence that must be forced onto someone externally. What if we taught each other to honor the responsibility that comes with holding ourselves accountable, rather than seeing self-accountability as a shameful admission of guilt? What if we could have real conversations with each other about harm, in good faith? In a culture of indispensability, I cannot ignore someone when they tell me I have harmed them – they are precious to me, and I have to try to understand and respond accordingly. […]

4. Perpetrator/Survivor is a False Dichotomy

There is an intense moral dynamic in social justice culture that tends to separate people into binaries of “right” and “wrong.” […] “Perpetrators” are considered evil and unforgivable, while “survivors” are good and pure, yet denied agency to define themselves. Among the many problems of this dynamic is the fact that it obscures the complex reality that many people are both survivors and perpetrators of violence (though violence, of course, exists within a wide spectrum of behaviors). Within a culture of disposability – whether it be the criminal justice system of the state or community practices of exiling people – the perpetrator/survivor dichotomy is useful because it appears to make things easier. It helps us make decisions about who to punish and who to pity.

5. Punishment Isn’t Justice

[…] It isn’t inherently wrong to want someone who hurt you to feel the same pain – to want retribution, or even revenge. But as Schulman also writes, punishment is rarely, if ever, actually an instrument of justice – it is most often an expression of power over those with less. How often do we see the vastly wealthy or politically powerful punished for the enormous harms they do to marginalized communities? How often are marginalized individuals put in prison or killed for minor (or non-existent) offenses? As long as our conception of justice is based on the violent use of power, the powerful will remain unaccountable, while the powerless are scapegoated.

6. Nuance Isn’t an Excuse for Harm

[…] [I]ndispensability means that everyone – especially those have experienced harm – are precious and require justice. In other words, we cannot allow the fact that something is complicated or scary prevent us from trying to stop it. Trapped in the perpetrator/survivor dichotomy of understanding harm, it might seem like we have only two options: to ignore harm or to punish perpetrators. But in fact, there are often other strategies available. They involve taking anyone’s – everyone’s – expressions of pain seriously enough to ask hard questions and have tough conversations. They involve dedicating time and resources to ensuring that anyone who has been harmed has the support they need to heal.

7. Healing Is Both Rage and Forgiveness

If the revolution is a relationship, then the revolution must include room for both rage and forgiveness: We have to be able to tolerate the inevitability that we will be angry at one another, will commit harm against one another. When we are harmed, we must be allowed the space to rage. We need to be able to express the depth of our hurt, our hatred of those who hurt us and those who allowed it to happen – especially when those people are the ones we love. It is up to the community to hold and contain this rage – to hear and validate and give it space, while also preventing it from creating further harm. […]

8. Community Is the Answer

[…] Perhaps the reason we tend to recreate disposability culture and trauma responses over and over is because we are all, secretly, that frightened runaway kid, constantly searching for a home, but not really believing we can find one. Maybe we don’t create communities of true interdependence – of indispensability, of forever-family – because we are terrified of what will happen if we try. But I believe, have to believe, that true community is possible for me and for all of us. The truth is, we can’t keep going on the way we have been. We need each other, need to find each other, in order to survive. And I have faith that we can.

#m.

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xoalin4-xota-linda · 3 months

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VIKING!NIKTO

I am so, so sorry this took so long. Haven’t been in the best mood lately and lost motivation to write. But I got a little baby birdie the other week, he is three weeks old now and I am in a better mood.

So here is the Viking!nikto hc (or half story, I don’t really know where I was going with this but I tried) Sorry if it isn’t how you hoped/would have liked.

WARNINGS: Non-con?/dub-con?/kidnapping/unwanted touching/murder/blood/mention of slavery?(They are Vikings after all)/mention of rape(not directed at ‘user’)/piv.

Again, deeply sorry it took so long. And forgive me if any mistakes in the writing

Nikto wasn’t a kind man, killed many too much people in times that wasn’t needed. But the king always forgave the violent Viking, he was a good fighter after all, he would be needed in raids or wars to come.

Despite his often violent actions, he was quite popular amongst the women. He had a good body, he was strong, a good fighter and he was decently good looking, and he was just really good with sex. So it wasn’t a surprise to know he had most likely fucked half the women in his village. After all, who is he to deny a woman that comes to him asking for some pleasure?

He often had sex to release some of his pent up anger which seemingly spawns out of nowhere, in a less violent way. He had a few acquaintances, he wouldn’t dare call them friends, he just tolerated them the most. So he was well known in his village for being a woman pleaser and a skilled fighter.

He enjoyed the attention— not all of it, he hated when too much attention was on him. He only wanted people to know who he was, what he has done, and fear him. Nothing more than that. But he didn’t mind the attention from the women, he loved that, and he thrived in it, knowing that he can always get a woman to let him pound his cock into.

That was until that one, fatal day. The day where he was no longer the same person— fuck, he didn’t even know who he was anymore. He could barely feel his hands that much anymore, his face felt stiff, the skin melted together in parts, burnt. His body littered in scars, burn marks from when they had thrown a torch onto him. His face, he doesn’t even want to look at it. Hates seeing it in the reflection in the lakes he cleans himself in, hated seeing the fact that his mouth was in a permanent snare.

He would do anything, take all the pain in the world, if it meant his face would be normal again. He doesn’t even know how he is alive, he swore he had died that day, he wishes he did, then maybe he would have been spared this life of pain and humiliation.

It’s funny how much scars can change someone, mentally and physically. He heard things, people, more than one, or is there just one? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore, the peace of death or the feeling of killing someone with his bare hands again, both sound pleasing.

He didn’t get much attention from women that much more, often times they looked disgusted or scared. It was funny in a way, how people easily give up on someone after their looks change. He can’t blame them tho, he would be disgusted too. The men didn’t seem to care that much for it, they seemed quite pleased in a way, they got more women after all.

So he wears a mask to cover his face, save him the humiliation. It was uncomfortable but he got used to it quickly, it put more weight onto his body as it was metal. But he felt comforted in a way, the mask was now his face, less gruelling, less hideous.

Kill, Kill, Kill. That was the only thing going through nikto’s mind, kill them all, his axe piercing through a man’s back as the pain had tried to run, blood pooling out of his mouth as he drops to the floor. Nikto chest rising fast and heavy, his eyes wide and pupils small in an almost animalistic way. He loved this, the blood, the screams, the horror of it all.

On to the next, another man dead, another life taken by nikto’s hands, or axe in other words. Blood splattered on his mask, hands and axe dripping with it, the ground red as screams go off around him. A raid, he loved them, loved destruction, loved the fear in the people’s eyes as Vikings raid their land, taking the women and some of men to use as slaves, slaughtering the people that resided here.

Nikto wasn’t really into all the kidnapping shit, he was there for the death, none of the rape and slavery stuff. He wanted to kill people that’s all, that’s the only thing he is good at. But when he saw you, something changed in him, he completely forgot about the man he was currently killing, his axe logged into the man’s side as the man cries in pain on the ground. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were.. beautiful. Okay, maybe not the number one beautifulest person, but on the Gods you were the beautifulest he has seen.

You were different, instead of crying and pleading on your knees like the other women, you had a knife in your hand, stabbing it into the neck of one of his village buddies who was trying to grab you. I mean, sure, he has seen women kill in his village, a lot actually, a couple were in on the raids. But it was different coming from you, you dressed differently from the women in this village he was raiding, you looked odd compared to the other women.

You were trying to protect yourself and get out of the village, but the other people that were running were in your way. He never found the idea of taking a woman for himself that pleasing, he used to get them all the time, but that was years ago, when he actually had looks. But Gods be dammed if he was going to let this opportunity go. Taking his axe and logging it through the man’s skull, shutting him up.

Walking over to you, his eyes locked onto your form and yours only, pushing some of the people out of the way, he needed to get to you, it was as if his body willed him to do that and that only. He watched as you saw him at the last second, turning around and trying to stab him. But completely failed as he snatched your wrist, he picked you up hoisted your body over his shoulder, as if you weighed nothing. You didn’t! Not much to him anyway, you were easy to carry. If he ignored your squirming around and your fists hitting his back that is.

Oh, oh you were perfect, perfect for him, if only you would stop screaming and crying that is. He is going to give you a good life, back at his small house tucked away in the trees, away from the village, but in his home. A little trophy you were, a feisty one that is, but hey, he always liked a bit of a challenge.

Tho he hadn’t anticipated the fact that you wouldn’t be used to the weather in his village, it was almost winter, and soon snow would cover every part of ground. Back where he had saved you kidnapped you you didn’t have snow, you had cold weathers but not this cold. You were freezing your ass off, teeth chattering and fingers numb.

Nikto and his horrible ability to look after anything that is alive, he forgot to get you extra clothes for your small, weak body. You had gotten sick within the first week. And now nikto had to go back to the village and try to get some herbs and thicker clothes to keep you warm, he wouldn’t want his slave to die just yet.

Thankfully he had managed to help you over your sickness, getting you back to health. Tho, that is where the problems started. He kept his house warm, gave you thick clothes and even offered to help you warm up (tired to have sex with you). He fed you, decently enough. He kept you warm, gave you a house to live in, didnt try and force himself on you yet. didn’t give you your own bed sadly, you had to share one with him. But other than that, he had given you everything you could have possibly needed!

So this is how you repay him, by smashing the leg of the wooden chair that was in his house over his head when he had came through the front door. Using the fact he had stumbled over and grabbed the back of his head in pain as your advantage, and running out the door. Stupid thing to do.

A man like him only had so much patience, and he just happens to have little of it. But he had tried to be patient with you, he was slow with everything, didn’t go overboard with touching you, even tho he wanted nothing more then to stuff his fat cock into your cunt the moment he saw you.

So why did you have to run? Had he not given you enough stuff to keep you here? Had he done something wrong? Possibly not! He saved you from that stinky village you were in, saved you from working at that farm, around shit and mud. Given you a home to do nothing, no work, nothing but to please him in.

So why?

He had asked himself as he trailed after you, did you really think you could get away from him? Or were you just stupid? He could see your footprints in the show, trailing out into the forest. His head was bleeding, making his shirt become dark coloured, and he felt a bit dizzy. You had a strong hit, that was for sure, left a painful ache in his head. He couldn’t let you get away with that, no, not after everything he has done for you.

It was easy to find you, well you gave him a bit of trouble, you had gotten pretty far in the amount of time you left, farther then he thought you would make it. But he knew the forest well, knew where everything was, knew where to look, so it didn’t take him long.

You had run though the cold forest, the snow slowing you down a bit, luckily it wasn’t that thick, because holy fuck it was hard to run in it. You were panting, lips turning blue and face stinging, it was freezing and the wind didn’t help. You didn’t even know where you were running, but you didn’t care, as long as it got you away from that lunatics place.

Did he really think you were going to stay there? Think you were going to fold and bend over for him since he gave you food and clothes? By the Gods no, absolutely not. You couldn’t even understand him! Only the simple words he knew how to say so you would understand, ‘eat’ ‘sleep’ ‘stay’ and a couple others.

You hated it there, he was creepy and old, a stinky old man! That is what he was, forcing you to lay in the same bed as him, wrapping his arms around you so you are immobilised and unable to move. Having to feel his strong chest up against your back, breathe against your shoulder as it passed through the mask he wore. Hands occasionally moving to touch your thighs or to straight up grope your tits

Not to mention when he baths you, he was kind enough to warm the water by boiling it but that wasn’t the point! You had tried to argue with him, tried to tell him to get out of the room or to turn around so he wouldn’t see you. Which he definitely understood what you meant but didn’t care, forcing you into the wooden tub, naked and exposed. Luckily you had managed to convince him to let you clean yourself instead of him doing it.

Like hell you were going to stay in that place, he even had this weird dog looking thing— definitely wasn’t a dog. But you didn’t know what it was, but it was just as creepy and scary as him. And it stunk! Talk about being related to a mutt, no wonder they got along. But this wasn’t the time to think of that, you had to run, get away remember?

Yes, that is what you were supposed to do, run, escape and never return to that maniacs hut. You weren’t supposed to feel a hand grab the back of your neck, nor being thrown into the snowy ground as a tall figure stands over you. This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go! Why can’t the Gods give you at least some luck? Did you upset them with something? Because you would beg and plead for how ever many years it’ll take if it meant they’ll spare you from the absolute, horrifying glare this man is sending you.

He was pissed, no, more than that, the man looked like he was about to rip you apart limb to limb. You wanted to take back what you did— say that you’ll be good and please him if it meant he wouldn’t drag you back by your hair and chain you up outside his place like you were a dog, out in the freezing snow with noting back a thin, stinky, dress. You really do wish you hadn’t done that, should have waited longer maybe, when he wasn’t in the house.

But no, now you were suffering the consequences. At least he didn’t beat you to death like you half expected he would have done when he had dragged you back, tho you half wish he would if it meant he wouldn’t leave you outside for hours in the snow until it felt like your limbs were about to fall off.

You were so, so cold, lips bluish purple, hands numb and you could barley feel your feet! His house was mere feet away, but you couldn’t get to it, the chain around your neck keeping you tired down to a wooden stake outside. Your eyes half lidded and you felt as if this was your end, you time had finally come. At least you would get to see your family again, because you doubt they managed to escape the Vikings.

But just as you felt like you were going to pass out, your light in shining armour came out, your kidnapper. You don’t know if you should feel thankful or wish you were left out there for longer. But he had brought you inside, put you into the tub of heated water and made sure you didn’t drown in it as he surprisingly gently bathed you and got you warm. The room was warm, the fire which had warmed up the pots of water keeping the hut lighted and warm.

You didn’t fight him, you couldn’t even, you were too cold, but slowly the warmth was coming back into your body. He had taken you out, dried you, and Brought you to the bed he shared with you. You still felt cold tho, the warm bath didn’t warm deep inside you unfortunately. But don’t worry, he’ll help with that, he’ll make sure you are very, very warm.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t THAT rough, he didn’t tear at your skin and eat you alive like you imagined him too. His hands running along your body, groping at your breasts even as you whimpered and protested, but still too weak to push him away. He looked like a feral beast right now, or just a horny old man. Shoulders rising and falling fast, heavy breathing, eyes wide and pupils dilated, bare hands gripping your thighs as he shuffled between them.

He had such rough hands, and the top part of his pinkie finger missing on his right hand along with dints and burn marks along his large hands. He looked like he didn’t know what to do for a second— had it really been that long since the man got some pussy? Yes, seven years since the the man only used his hand.

He was even shaking! A bulge in his pants, fuck, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was drooling underneath that mask of his. He didn’t take it off, and part of you is glad, you didn’t particularly want to see the face of the man who had literally kidnapped you and forced you to live in his home, and now was about to fuck you to help you get warm, after he had locked you outside.

You were scared, terrified honestly, afraid of what this man was going to do to your poor pussy, what this VIKING was going to do to your poor pussy. You had had sex before, with a few village boys back In your home but they were all your age, immature boys who didn’t really know what to do. You didn’t know if he was going to be brutal with it or not, if he would leave your pussy ruined and aching in pain. He was a Viking after all, and from what you read, all of them are rough, cruel, and nasty.

But you didn’t have much time to think about it, because his hand was already down there, spreading your lips to him with his index and middle finger, his other hand holding your waist to keep you put as you tried to squirm away. A cry of— pain? Pleasure? Leaving your lips as a finger thrusted onto you, stretching your walls which left you gripping the fur of the bed. It hurt slightly, the stretch, but at the same time felt slightly good. But then he added two more, which stretched you wider and made you cry out as they thrusted in and out of you. Preparing you, not forcing himself inside like a desperate mutt.

But it wasn’t long until you got the full thing, you hated to admit it, but he was fucking good. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your legs wrapped tighter around his thick hips, his fat cock plunging deep inside your sopping pussy. He was big, a thick and decently long cock, and it was.. how do you say it in the most pleasant way— it was half burnt. Simple as that, a scratchy feeling to it as it slid along your walls, it wasn’t unpleasant, it heightened the experience for you actually! It felt good, and he was hitting all the right places.

You doubt he could feel that side of it tho, but he still felt the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, that was obvious by the way he was panting and groaning into your neck like a dog on heat. Rutting up into your cunt over and over and OVER again. You were so tight, warm, fuck you were perfect for him, you felt so good. A pretty little thing you were, even tho you were a fucking brat and had basically tried to kill him earlier. He would forgive you for that, as this was the perfect apology you could give him, even tho he had taken it forcefully from you.

But you were enjoying it, you were moaning loudly and had tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your hands clawing at his back, leaving scratch marks down his already heavily scarred back. But he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy it, because he did, it felt absolutely fucking delicious to him.

He wish he wasn’t in wearing his mask right now, so he could take one of your bouncing breasts into his mouth, or even to kiss you to shut your moans up. But that will have to be for another time, he wasn’t ready just yet, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be. But he isn’t going to dwell on it that much, not when he had a pretty feisty little lady to fuck his kids into.

By the end of the night, you were definitely warmed up, wrapped in the arms of a large, sweaty man who practically clings to your body. Hands groping your tits as his masked face lays against the back of your neck, the feeling of his semen still leaking out of your swollen, aching cunt. He did leave it aching in the end, but at least it wasn’t in pain.

Ok, I might have gone overboard with it. It honestly wasn’t supposed to be this long, lmao.

Sorry if this was shit, I tried, and took fucking forever to make, I’ll take all the blame for that😔

Please tell me if it’s shit or not and if there is another warning I should put in because I missed something. Thank you for reading of you got this far🙏

#call of duty #call of duty hc #cod nikto #nikto #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #x reader #Viking!nikto #Vikings #Viking nikto #Viking!nikto x reader #sorry if this is shit #hc #headcanons #I think it’s headcanons #non-con #kidnapping #unwanted touching

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Trans and Antifa Activists Violently Attacked Women at an Event about Violence Against Women in Portland on November 19th, 2023

Women's Declaration International (WDI), a volunteer run organization focused on protecting women's sex based rights had organized a speaking event at the Hollywood Branch of the Multnomah County Library in Portland, OR for November 19th. The theme was protecting women and children, with speeches planned about topics like keeping prisons single sex and the nordic model for prostitution.

Note that some of the women involved with this organization also work with conservatives, but many don't, and that the main demographic of the group is women over 50. The event was specifically made to be a non-violent direct action and demonstration of the first amendment rights of women to speak about sex based rights.

So what happened? According to statement from WDI on November 18th - on November 9th, it leaked that a local group planned to protest the event by throwing food at the women attending, WDI planned to go forward with the event. Then, on the 16th, the library security folks requested a meeting with the organizers because the library had found threatening social media posts about the event. On the 18th, there was a threat of gun violence against the event.

The library was committed with going forward with the event, stating “Multnomah County Library resists censorship in all forms, it is the responsibility of library staff and leadership to provide free use of our locations to all patrons of the library. As an organization that adheres to free expression as defined by the Library Bill of Rights, Multnomah County Library does not discriminate against any organization, regardless of viewpoint. Our primary goal is to provide a safe place for freedom of expression and speech.” There was also vandalism of the library,

This, in combination with the threats of violence led the library branch to shut down normal operations for that day out of concerns for the safety of staff and patrons. They allowed the event to go on but could not guarentee the safety of attendees.

The evening prior to the event, the tires of some of the WDI attendees were slashed outside of their airbnb.

WDI didn't want their event to endanger the library staff so they moved the event to outside of the library, planning to speak on the sidewalk. There is a reduxx article about what happened after that and many posts on WDI's twitter but here is a quick overview:

30 to 50 masked activists, mostly males, surrounded the 10 women from WDI who were speaking about male violence against women.

The activists threw cans full of liquids at them and sprayed women with mace at close range.

The activists punched several women and kicked them while they were on the ground.

The activists specifically targeted women who were filming, multiple women had their cameras and phones stolen.

An elderly woman in her 70s who was walking by and not part of WDI was assaulted.

The women from WDI did not fight back, sticking to their principle of non-violence.

The police were called and didn't show up.

4 women had to go to the hospital to be treated for injuries. Some of these injuries are pictured on WDI's twitter.

#wdi #male violence #violence against women #gender critical

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PAC: About Your Future Spouse ❤️‍🔥

Hello, my Alchemist Babes ❤️‍🔥 This pick a card reading is going to tell you about your future spouse, such as their personality, characteristics and their potential careers etc. Also, keep in mind that this is a COLLECTIVE reading so it may or may not be for you. Anyways, I’m The Alchemist Bae and I am an experienced intuitive tarot reader that provides the upmost guidance/clarity to those who need it. I don’t sugarcoat and with my Mercury in Aries; I am very direct and straightforward. I am NOT responsible for any actions you take from my readings whether they are pick a card readings or personal readings. You have free will and are accountable for your own decisions/actions.

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 1:

Cards Pulled: Judgement, Four of Swords, Seven of Cups, The Sun

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is an assertive person and a leader with a clear vision. This person doesn’t usually second guess themself and always open to new perspectives and different pathways to get to their desired destination. This person is quite introspective and likes to self assess their past and current behaviors and habits. They acknowledge their past mistakes and always tries to make their selves a better person. Your future spouse may have gone through some major transformations or life changing events in their life which has opened up a new side to them. They had a wake up call/awakening that has truly brung about changes , yet positive changes into their life. They are always up to date and looking for unforgettable moments to experience. They always remember what happened to them in the past but prefer to live life openly and confidently in the future. They are always changing so you must be open to change and accept their transformative ways. They seem to like to be isolated a lot or requires a good amount of space. They may like to take vacations or could also like to sleep a lot. This person is very calm and non-confrontational. Through experiences, they have learned to get along with many different personalities and therefore make great friends and partners. It’s hard to get under your FS skin. They know how to keep their composure and try to always find solutions. If you are into that toxic type of love, trust this person will change all of that or it’s possible you need to choose another pile lol because this person is NOT having none of that. This person may daydream a lot or can always be detached from reality at times. They are a wishful thinker but can tend to be blind to red flags or illusions that they create in their mind. This person loves to fall in love but tend to fall more so in the fantasy of what they feel love is and not seeing things for what they truly are. But overall, this person seems pretty positive and has a positive outlook on things. Definitely is vibrant and lively and a overall happy person.

Characteristics: Bold, confident, lively, firm, versatile, calm, non-violent, soft-spoken, quiet, imaginative, average height 5’8” - 5’9” ( male ) 5’5” 5’6” ( women), curly hair, beard(male), slightly chubby, glasses for some, piercings, tattoos. Fire Sign ( Leo ) , Water Sign ( Pisces, Cancer ) Air Sign ( Libra, Aquarius), yoga instructor, web designer, technician , manager, veterinarian, nurse

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 2:

Cards Pulled: The World, Seven of Swords, King of Pentacles, Wheel of Fortune

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is someone who sees the bigger picture and understands how the Universe works. They are very wise and scholarly. They are someone with substance and are not afraid to put in the efforts and get their hands dirty. They are hard workers who tend to get promoted quite quickly or advance in their career very fast as well. This person is quite confident and have a positive attitude. They may love to travel the world or their job may consist of traveling. They are very adventurous people. This person is well educated and can be relied upon or trusted. I’m seeing a downside to this person though. They are very sneaky / secretive so either the relationship will be kept under wraps or you just won’t know everything about this person. This person is quite clever, ambitious and daring but not stupid. This is the type of person that will always be 10 steps ahead. This person may have a hard time with dealing with obligations and responsibilities or just seems to run away from their problems preferably through work or study. This person may tend to take the easy way out of things and hides from the truth. I do see that this person is very strategic though and may like to do things alone or be alone at times. This person definitely keeps their plans secret. They may try to run away from a lot of things or situations that they would rather not deal with. But hey, everybody has their pros and cons. Your future spouse is very financially abundant; well off/wealthy. They definitely worked their behinds off to build such a stable foundation. This person is quite successful and has a great work ethic. They are good with both money and people. They are good in business, patient, stable , secure and a hard worker. This person will definitely go the extra mile with you. But working may be a priority for them so keep that in mind. Your person is highly intuitive and has an expanded awareness. They can be risk takers who are willing to gamble with life in hopes of being lucky. Though this person tends to attract love pretty easily. This person is a true chameleon , always changing and evolving. You can expect alot of expansion in different areas with this person.

Characteristics: Wise, confident, dependable , reliable, protective, generous, strategic, sneaky, secretive, hardworking, lucky, fortunate, wealthy, successful, expansive, loving, emotionally available Earth Sign ( Taurus, Capricorn ) Air Sign ( Aquarius, Libra ) Fire Sign ( Leo, Sagittarius ), tall, fit built, black/brown hair, hazel eyes , brown eyes, lean/slim, dimples, Entrepreneur, Crypto investor, own business, developer , constructor, Angel investor.

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 3:

Cards Pulled: Five of Swords, Knight of Cups, Page of Wands, Eight of Pentacles

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is a rough and tough person with a competitive mentality who wants to win at all cost. Take from that which you may 👀. This can be considered a bully attribute perhaps not with you but with others. Please keep that in mind. This person can be quite a handful and this can very much so be an inner battle within this person. This person can be quite manipulative and conflict-driven. I’m definitely seeing possessive and jealousy issues here. So expect to be only for them and them only. I definitely would pay close attention to that. This person may tend to be in the middle of conflict or drama and they may be uncomfortable when competition steps at their doorstep. You should never put this person in a position where they will have to compete for you and your love. Again, take this information as you please. This person has a mentality of “ get others, or others will get them” . This person feels like people are always out to get them. This person knows how to use people’s weaknesses against them. I’m sorry but it’s giving NARCISSISTIC. On a brighter note, this person is good with their words, witty and intellectual. But I’m seeing that this person might LOVE BOMB you. They are hopeless romantics but only for their own pleasures… not for you… Honestly I would steer clear from this person .. this could be someone you already know . This person knows the right things to say and the right things to do and that fits into their game of manipulation. I’m seeing a very adventurous but childish energy here. This is someone who is not ready for commitment and it’s very possible that cheating can be at bay. I’m more concerned on why you are attracting an individual like this Pile 4. But not everyone is perfect and sometimes we tend to run into those bad apples. I do see that this person is a hard worker , always perfecting their craft and reaping the benefits of doing so. They are goal oriented people and rarely ever procrastinate. Your future spouse is someone who knows how to get stuff done. A relationship with this person is definitely a hell of a ride. Prepare for the thrill because there is always some tricks up this person’s sleeve. I’m seeing more lust than love coming from this connection. For those who chose this pile, please pay attention to the red flags and avoid this person. Typing this has literally got me sick to my stomach. It’s time for you to step out your comfort zone and leave the “bad boy” type alone because trust.. you will get your heart broken many times until you start truly knowing your worth and letting go of these type of people. Good luck. 🫠

Characteristics: Narcissistic, manipulative , goal-oriented, egotistic, adventurous , childish, Water Sign ( Scorpio, Pisces), Air Sign (Aquarius), Fire Sign ( Aries, Sagittarius), Earth Sign ( Virgo) tattoos, neat, wavy hair, muscular, thin, professional, CEO, financial advisor, banker, corporate, firefighter, doctor, fitness instructor

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 4:

Cards Pulled: Four of Cups, Five of Pentacles, The Star, Five of Wands

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse may struggle with being discontent and stagnant in life. They are not very optimistic which can lead them to missing out on many opportunities. This person is quite unmotivated and may need an extra push to pursue after their goals and happiness. This could very much be their current energy right now where they are in a stage in their life where things aren’t sunshine and rainbows. But the good thing about this, is that this can change and they can evolve from this. They may be too focused on what is not working out for them rather than appreciating and focusing on all the good that they have. They may have a tendency of never being satisfied. Though they do feel very alone in this world and can be quite pessimistic , they are still pretty hopeful people and have a bit of faith that things can change which is their driving force to keep pushing as of now. This may be a depressed individual and someone who may have fear of abandonment issues. This person tends to feel like an outsider and may always seem to be in a bit of a crisis. This is someone who feels as if they are always on the back end and their luck is out of reach. This person feels as though something vital is missing in their life, but they do not know how to change it. Your person is often overwhelmed and requires help from others to stay afloat. This could stem alot of negative emotions amongst this person.. like anger, sadness etc. You just might be the light at the end of the tunnel for this person though. They definitely had a hard life but I do see that this person will come out on the other end with great hope and determination. It just will take time and faith. This person is quite gentle, magnetic and creative. This person isn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Your future spouse is willing to be open and will share their feelings often. This person is quite dreamy and romantic. They possibly get lost into their own world/bubble since that’s the only way they truly feel safe. They are highly sensitive to the needs of others and will strive to satisfy others’ needs before their own. They just are very nice people despite their challenges. No matter what life has thrown at them , they still want to be a light to others even if they struggle to do that for themselves. This person is a lost soul who a searching for themselves and for meaning in life. I do see low self esteem and they constantly doubt themselves but they will keep pushing even with the world on their shoulders. Apart of them , has hope and that hope is what’s keeping them here. They have big hearts and are quite compassionate.

Characteristics: Intelligent, gentle, hopeless romantic, humanitarian, compassionate, big-heartedness. Fire Sign ( Leo ) , Air Sign ( Aquarius ), Earth Sign ( Taurus) , Water Sign ( Cancer ), caramel skin-tone, long hair , curly/wavy hair, freckles, brown eyes, manager, dog Walker, chef, Uber driver, cashier/waiter, artist, songwriter.

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Another misconception about Kaito Momota that I think the fandom really needs to unlearn: he's not ever violent, outside of the Killing Game.

This is the angriest he gets in non-killing game modes, and you see what he does? He steps back. He goes and cools off. He doesn't try to punch Ryoma to "knock some sense into him." He just, leaves.

This is also shown here:

He just blatantly does not like fighting. He even says it himself--"I can't just whack someone because I feel like it!"

This is very important to remember because in the Killing Game, Kaito's empathy and own fears and grief is taking charge above all else. His response to such a stressful situation? It's literally just a fighting response. You know, like Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn?

And because he can't just fight Monokuma without getting himself killed, that fight response is directed at someone else in the form of a punch--because he cannot deal with his own stress.

Anyway I'm forever an advocate to stop judging a character and their actions by how they act in a literal life or death situation where their captor is a walking, talking teddy bear laughing at their pain and misery.

#Kaito Momota #Danganronpa V3 #DRV3 #-slams hands on table- KAITO IS NOT VIOLENT HE IS NOT VIOLENT #HE JUST IS FREAKED OUT AND SCARED AND GRIEVING IN THE KILLING GAME #NO ONE REACTS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON IN SUCH A HORRIBLE AND STRESSFUL SITUATION #PLEASE STOP PRETENDING THE KILLING GAME IS THE HALLMARK OF HOW THESE CHARACTERS WOULD REACT IT IS NOT

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hailmaryfullofgrace55675 · 5 months

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“Ashkenazi Jews don’t actually have Levantine genetic ancestry” has been floating around lately among naïve and conspiracy minded anti-Zionists, a problematic claim that undermines actually correct anti-Zionist principles and defense of Palestinian rights. This claim is

absolutely irrelevant, as “blood” originating on the “soil” does not grant anyone any right to an ethnostate on any land. Using area-native ethnicity to justify discrimination and mass killing is bad when it’s Yamato Japanese discriminating against Korean, Mainland Chinese, and Taiwanese minorities in Japan and it’s bad when it’s Celtic-Germanic descent Brits oppressing Celtic-Germanic descent Irish who they’re genetically undifferentiatable from. It was bad when it was Hutus killing Tutsis and it was bad when it was the Khmer Rouge killing Chinese and Vietnamese Cambodians. The actions of the Israeli state in immiserating and slaughtering non-Jewish Palestinians would be equally harmful and wrong if the diaspora had never happened and every Israeli could trace their resident lineage in an unbroken line back to the time of the Second Temple, because it is bad to destroy people’s homes, burn their crops, imprison them, and kill them.

incorrect, at least according to current scientific consensus. Most genetic studies seem to indicate that Ashkenazim are of majority European descent and also have ancestry in the Levant, that is: the Ashkenazi population had some Levantine founders and there’s been significant amounts of intermarriage over the hundreds and hundreds of years of the diaspora into Southern Europe and from there across Central and Eastern Europe.

irrelevant again because even if, through a combination of conversions, adoptions, intermarriage, and adulterous and out of wedlock pairings between Jews and local gentiles, the diasporic European Jewish population had become completely genetically indistinguishable from local gentiles, those Jews would still have been the children of Israel. They still would have learned to read the Torah and celebrate its festivals. They still would have learned, from their families and communities in an unbroken line, to pray “Sh’ma Yisrael, Adonai eloheinu, Adonai echad” (Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is one) as the rabbinic sages of Roman Judea observed in the Talmud that they were commanded to do. They still would have spoken languages with Hebrew and Aramaic elements, and they still would have written them with letters recognizable in the Dead Sea Scrolls. They still would have had the same interests, affirmed daily and yearly, in the land that their people left so many hundreds of years ago.

One formulation of the claim is “Israel bans direct to consumer genetic testing because it shows that (Ashkenazi) Jews don’t have Middle Eastern ancestry”. The Israeli government does ban DTC genetic testing as part of a genetic information privacy and nondiscrimination law passed in 2000, before companies like 23andMe existed. DNA testing for ancestry can be interpreted and presented many ways, and the ancestry breakdowns given by DTC GT companies just do not correspond to the question “where, how, and through what migrations did this population originate?”.

Once again, Zionism is not bad because people residing in places their ancestors are not from is bad. That is fine. Zionism is bad because from its beginning the Zionist project has been one of violent dispossession and because that violent dispossession continues in and through this very present moment.

#jewposting #palestine #israel #antizionism

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i need to post loic soulsov character analysis because if i don't i'll die. he's been plaguing my thoughts for *checks watch* like three to four days because we get SO much information about him and who he is in just this one nugget of the game and i'm spinning out of control about it.

spoilers for the most raw bits of the prelude so obviously go play the game first and then come back and read me ramble and make wild assumptions about this man and the direction of his character

so i have been obsessed with this (paraphrased because i'd have to whip through nearly the whole game again to correctly quote it) exchange between the voice and loic:

"Are you prepared for the world Ysme would create?" "Could it really be any worse than this one?"

and god. bro. bro. the absolute devastation necessary for this man to feel this way, about a woman who lied to him from the moment they met (which he clocked! very early on!), mugged him with a gun, SHOT him with that gun, and then when she became his ghost-god immediately realized she could force him to commit suicide by cop if she wanted. this woman did all of this to him, and when given the opportunity to just let her die--arguably justifiable given her goals and how she threatened him and the fact her death was entirely of her own doing--he doesn't. even though "don't let this woman die", a morally good thing on its face, is actually "let this violent, selfish woman become god with the ability to remake the world in her image, while also becoming her slave" and he knows it.

because to him, that's preferable to the world he lives in. your world has to be so bad for that to be the case.

and it is! his world is that bad. not the physical actual world, which yes, is harsh and cold and dangerous outside the mosaic, but his world, his daughter, in an incurable coma. there is a cruelty to somebody you love being incurably sick. to the selfish, hurting heart, it can be worse than if they were just dead. you can mourn somebody who's dead, and move on from your grief, but as long as they're still living, you're shackled to hope, constantly grieving. there is no moving on, there is only waiting for it to end. you might bargain, as loic does in his search for the flower to cure her, but it's still just waiting.

and when ysme comes into his life, he gives up on waiting. he has been haunting his own life until then, doing good at lamplight because it was within his power while he was there, but i don't think it was ever with dedication. it was something to pass the time as he looked for the flower. essentially selling his soul, surrendering his free will to ysme, this incredibly dangerous, selfish woman, is better than living as he has been. because he's selfish too.

what i like so much about loic is that he's presented as this very kind, soft, unassailable dad who wants to do the right thing. A Down to Earth Good Guy, to contrast with the chaos of ysme, but he's fucking selfish! while he couldn't have predicted the raw physical power of exalted ysme, he still knew she would receive the power to remake the world. and he still decided: fuck this world.

the natural assumption is that his kindness will balance out ysme, and i'm here for that narrative, but honestly. i think she's going to make him worse. the seed of selfishness is already in him, and he's indulged it by giving her power over him, and that must be in some way a relief. he's effectively surrendered responsibility for himself and his actions over to her. he can no longer be fully blamed for anything now that she has power over him.

and i think he's tired of being nice. i think he's ready to go apeshit.

.........and while that would make a good button to end this on, i have to mention: there is a non-zero chance he thinks she's hot and the idea of being a goddess' slave is hot. he's a grown ass man who we know for a fact HAS fucked, and while ysme was like "i thought you were a dead wife guy. i guess you still could be" my money is on divorced. my theory is lia was going over to her mom's house in that flashback.

like yes, all of that above is the main motivator, but i'm not ready to discount sex. loic wants to be lifestyle dommed. because what i just described about surrendering his free will is literally the appeal of being a sub: giving somebody else control, so you don't have to feel the weight of it. this is a story for adults about adults and it is on that le guin shit of linking a sexual fantasy inexorably to the world building and plot thrust, and i am ESPECIALLY here for that.

and i think that's everything i had to say about loic soulsov. i am exorcised. i'm better now.

#soulsov #soul of sovereignty #i wish i could bring this energy of analysis to my fuckin book club but i'm here writing essays about hot dads instead

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Anger issues Steve? It’s never towards the kids or in front of the kids but any negative emotion is usually only translated to anger because it’s the only way he knows how to cope with what he’s feeling?

Maybe newly established steddie? Like eddie gets to see Steve’s anger up close, like maybe he hits the wall or break something? Something that’s not rlly considered healthy way to deal with anger and eddie freaks out bcuz woah red flag??? But they make up cuz I’m a sucker for it

Feel free to ignore this if it’s too much!! Love ur work, definitely my favorite to read ❤️

omg thank u so much, im absolutely loving this prompt and the influx of asks im getting its great!

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anger is not steve's friend.

it makes him violent in a way that reminds him of his father and he is anything but that.

but there are things that make him tick, and he just...

explodes.

he knows it's not healthy, and he knows he needs to work on it, and he is! but these things take time and unfortunately for him, that's taking longer than it is for eddie to experience steve when hes angry.

realistically, eddie knows that steve has some... violent tendencies when it comes to anger. hell, he chewed on a bat from hell and ripped it in half, and that was from fear.

there was an inkling in eddie's mind that these violent tendencies weren't just reserved for times of life or death.

so when steve got off of what sounded like a particularly bad phone call with his father, eddie was only partially expecting the action that came next.

"fuck!"

and the next thing they knew, the phone and it's receiver was in pieces on the tile floor of the kitchen. "oh... steve..." steve's head whipped around to face eddie's from where he was in the doorway.

steve looked at him for a moment longer before picking up the majority of the receiver and chucking at the wall, both of them watching in curious fascination as the plastic and wires shattered like glass.

"steve?"

"what?!"

"woah, dude." eddie said, hands up in a non threatening way. he tried his best to hide the fear, he knows steve would never hurt him, but seeing this reaction in real time did throw him for a loop for a second.

and steve caught the hesitant apprehension on his boyfriends face. "oh, no. oh. eddie. im- im so sorry," his voice became thick with tears. he told himself he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him, but here he was with a broken house phone and his boyfriend looking at him in a way he hoped would never be directed to him.

"steve, it's okay..." eddie said placatingly, taking a few steps towards him. "no. it's not. im not him, i- i swear." steve said, backing away as eddie came closer, "eds. i don't ever want to hurt you." the tears were streaming with no signs of stopping now, and eddie sighed.

"i know, steve. it was just a little... different to see you like that."

"i tried! i try to hold it in and the he calls and fucks it all up! im working on it! i am, i swear. please eddie. i- i would never hurt you."

eddie could see the panic attack from a mile away. "steve, sweetheart. take a deep breath for me, please."

steve was breathing heavy and quick. "no. no. no." he was muttering under his breath, "i'm so sorry," he whispered, looking up at eddie with tears in his eyes.

and eddie's heart broke.

"stevie... baby. it's okay. it's okay, we'll work on it together, okay?"

"but im- im scary," it came out hoarse and terrified.

"stevie, you're more scared than scary. i promise. we can work on it together. we'll figure out a better way, so you don't feel like you have to hold everything in. that's not good for you baby."

steve let out a shuddering sigh, breathing finally slowing down, "okay. im still sorry though." he breathed.

"and i forgive you."

and so yeah, maybe steve has some issues with anger... but they're going to work it out.

together.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #anon <3 #steddie fic #established steddie #steddie ficlet #soft steddie #soft eddie #steve harrington has anger issues #steve's parents #steve's father #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #anger issues

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werdyle · 4 months

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scarabia stop being the most doomed by the narrative duo ever challenge level impossible

long-winded probably non-canon-compliant ramble incoming under the cut lol. even if most of it is not true to canon i like to imagine twst lore as much darker than is presented 😭😭 partially inspired by @vanilla-poisons lovely analysis

kalim knowing he was being hypnotized by jamil and knowing jamil secretly hated him and doing nothing to stop it doesn’t make him stupid. it’s just . sad. it means he hears jamil insult him under his breath. means he recognizes the mirthful sparkle in jamil’s eyes when emptily scolding the scarabia freshman for talking badly of kalim. he knows what it means when the light leaves jamil’s eyes as soon as he turns to face him, but wants to avoid them all the same for the eye contact could risk the hypnosis at any moment. it means he panics when he forgets parts of his day for fear that that time was lost under jamil’s control. it means his grades suffer because he doesn’t finish his tests on time; when he struggles to remember something, that fear crosses his mind. the memories come back. it means he knows that any compliment or act of service done by jamil is resentful beneath the surface. it means that though he trusts jamil to test his food for poison, he must always fear that one day, jamil will be the one to drip the cyanide into his cup.

it means that kalim never hears jamil’s true laugh directed towards him - never hears it except for when he’s got his ear pressed against the door while jamil talks to students in the dorm hall. maybe jamil cannot feel joy in kalim’s presence. but jamil’s true laugh is not subdued - and every time kalim hears it, he has little time to feel self-conscious, for his blood runs cold. he dreams of the oh-so-similar cackle from jamil’s overblot.

it means that he watches trey love riddle regardless of his overblot, and sees riddle’s barely-concealed gratitude. it means that he watches ruggie banter with leona, using that same arm leona nearly turned to dust to slap his leg in a fit of laughter. he sees the twins still pleased to work with azul - god, he doesn’t even want to think of azul, can’t handle the nausea of knowing what develops between him and jamil.

every morning jamil wraps kalim’s headscarf and applies his eyeliner, with surgical precision once mistaken for gentleness. jamil won’t let him learn how to do it himself, and kalim is frustrated to tears when he sits at his vanity at three am trying to figure it out, and realizing how utterly *useless* he is without jamil.

he knows that this is jamil’s design. jamil does not want kalim to be able to function without him, and yet he also does not want to be in servitude. kalim could let him go. kalim could fire the viper family – he’s basically royalty, he’s got the means. but he won’t. he will try to assure himself it’s because he knows jamil doesn’t want that for his family, because he cannot address the ache he feels at imagining jamil’s absence.

he doesn’t denounce jamil’s hatred for him and the murder attempt during the overblot, because in doing so, he’d have to rid himself of jamil. and he cannot function without him. he loves the man with his whole spirit - is it because jamil is all he has? all he could ever have? jamil is, in essence, his slave. jamil revels in kalim’s guilt far too much to leave, to let him take care of himself. kalim is too selfish and too fearful to remove himself. despite seeing jamil and his family live their whole life serving the asim house, he still doesn’t understand that jamil hates him not for who he is, but because he is a slave. kalim does not understand that he cannot just fix this. jamil understands that he cannot let kalim be independent, for he will realize that he can do without his retainer, that he will realize jamil’s violent actions, and the viper family will be ruined. but he does not know that kalim already knows that he is hated. he knows that the man he loves with all of his heart, the man who will not let anyone kill kalim because he wants to kill kalim *himself*, will never hold him in his arms willingly. but he will do it if kalim asks. and kalim, yearning beating morality every time, will ask.

he will believe this blatant delusion and grasp the shattered pieces of his childhood and his heart in his hands, the blood ignored, because he cannot handle the reality that would come from the cuts healing.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #kalim al asim #scarabia #twst #jamikali #i guess??#twst angst #twst analysis

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apas-95 · 2 years

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Voting under capitalism is a symbolic act that doesn’t achieve anything, but does make you feel like you’re engaged in policy-making. It’s the homeopathic, placebo version of democracy. As the situation worsens, the people become more disillusioned, and start to be drawn to direct, violent action to bring about their political will. They want to engage in revolution, or at least to threaten revolution, to actually get a say in things. Luckily for the capitalists, there’s a placebo for this desire, too; toothless, non-violent protests, where people can yell, let off some steam, and feel a sense of community, before going back to work.

#there's a reason 'protest!' is entering the liberal lexicon directly alongside 'vote!'

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eydi-andrius · 11 months

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CORNERED

pairings: Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: Miguel was known for his temper due to the usage of his serum and the changes it made on his DNA. He did his best to create a serum that will make him a permanent Spiderman but something is definitely wrong with the batch he thought was the one.

cw/tw: MINORS DNI!!!, usage of drugs, gun, implied non-con/dub-con, biting with fangs, threats, tags are not exhausted and please tell me if i need to add more

a/n: hello, so here's my miguel. i wrote this on my phone so i apologize in advance for the quality. i lost half of this and was really unmotivated to continue but my heart cannot sit still knowing I haven't write any story for him. i hope you like it!

as always, I appreciate likes but reblogs and comments makes my heart full and motivated to write!

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It shouldn't have bothered him, really.

It shouldn't have been a thing in the first place.

He was always being poked upon and pissed off intentionally and usually by the younger folks.

Especially, Lyla.

He should have been used to it.

He should have been done with his angry streaks after he growled and showed his fangs and claws.

He shouldn't have gone this far.

Yet, when you finally do something against him.

The intention to fight back and punish you was intense.

Even his spidey senses told him it was the best course of action.

Tame her. Make her your good little lady

You were always staring at him with contempt from afar.

He hated that glare because he did not come here on his own volition. Your eccentric billionaire father had invited him.

He offered to create his own lab, to fund his research for his serum, live on his huge mansion and even offered to give him salary.

He understand that you hated him for using your father's money but your dad said yes and he did not impose on anything. He just does whatever he asks him to.

With how usual your glare was he developed a special sense just for you. He knows if it was you, he also knows when you are inside the house and where, he also has memorized your daily patterns for the whole week.

It wasn't intentional, he was just curious and looking at his back. Maybe one day, your hatred turns violent and you just decided to stab him on his back.

He cannot have that.

Then one day, while he was in deep with his research for his serum. He knew this batch was the one that would make his spiderman permanent.

He did not hesitate to inject the greenish liquid on his neck. The injection sting and he grimaced when he felt the liquid slowly merge with his body. He gritted his pangs when he felt it stinging and recoiled at how it slittered to his veins.

The process was so vivid to him that every nook and cranny the serum entered was ingrained to his brain. He felt and remembered all of it. It was hell but tolerable.

The process was almost done when a tingling suddenly started on his body. It started out small, like a shiver, until it started thrumming and every hair on his body rose from excitement and……pleasure.

The image of you glaring at him was the last thing he saw before he opened his eyes and immediately looked by the door.

You are here.

His gaze was caught when the door suddenly opened and you emerged slowly from the other side, holding a gun, pointed at him.

The danger you impose and your fierce glare made him shudder.

Such pretty brown eyes. He wonders how it feels to only have those eyes stare at him. To have his hands wrapped around your delicate neck.

The feeling was overwhelming and he can't help the silent whimper he made. He hoped you did not hear any of that though. It's embarrassing.

Gods. His head was suddenly filled with thoughts of you. To mark and dominate you. He cannot help but wonder if he made a wrong calculation on the serum. Maybe he overdid something.

Because this feeling was too intense and it was all directed to the daughter of his benefactor. He cannot lose all of these rare opportunities for his human desire.

Desire?

"To whom do I owe this visit, mi mujer?" He cannot help but be surprised at how deep and sultry his voice sounded. He has a natural deep voice but this new sound has something seductive on it. As if he was a new man.

"What the hell are you? What do you need from my father, you junkie!?" She did not wait to accuse him. Her hands holding the gun, even shook in anger.

Ah…. She must have done her research and found out that he wasn't a pure Spiderman. Or at least, the type of spiderman she knew about.

How smart.

He likes a smart woman.

In this universe, they only knew about the Spiderman that was bitten but he had been long gone. That's why it was safe for him to be here.

It wasn't a long time ago when he met your father, he was the type of man that had money to pay for his obsession. He knew the guy would pay to have him close. It was down the line when he found out that the man has a daughter. He had asked him before if he would share his secrets to his daughter but the old balding man refused to do so. He replied that her daughter wasn't interested and will probably not understand.

How stupid.

He probably did not anticipate that the daughter he thought wouldn't be smart enough to check for herself what was going on, is currently down here with him in his lab. She's probably thinking that he did something to trick her already obsessed father.

"Mi mujer, you don't need to be so aggressive. We can talk. But first, put down the gun. I don't like talking while that thing is pointed at me."

He bites the inside of his cheeks to suppress the wave of pain that continues to slitter within him. It feels warm, yet the tolerable pain earlier is slowly turning annoying.

"If you were able to sweet talk my dad into helping you out, I wouldn't be as gullible! What do you need from us?" Her eyes shine with resolve. She will be a tough one to convince, and he knew that because if he was the person in her position, he would be suspicious too.

Imagine meeting a Spiderman who injects himself with a drug.

"I know and understand. I can explain but please just put down the gun." Trying to reason out he stood up, put both his hands in the air, as a sign of surrender and stepped forward.

She didn't hesitate moving back and firing the gun in front of him as a warning. There wasn't any loud bang as the gun was with a silencer.

How cunning of her.

"I will not hesitate to shoot you if you come any closer!" She threatened and pointed the gun in front of his face again. She looks so sure and mad.

So beautiful and bold.

However, the gun shooting at him had startled something unknown within Miguel. He toppled over and white pain froze him, he was kneeling down, head low and mouth open with a silent scream. His head was filled with that slittering warm feeling, now circulating fully on his system.

It was loud, eerie and strong.

He hears voices and screams as it tells him to take the young mistress who was threatening him.

It tells him to bite and claim her, right here, right now.

It tells him to have no mercy because she was for him.

She came here to challenge him, so he could tame her.

All the black on his eyes was gone, along with his reasoning, when he opened his mouth and growled at her. His fangs are fully shown.

Despite her surprise from the sudden change of behavior of the man in front of her, her quick thinking made her shoot and dodge him when he launched at her.

His body hit the metal wall as it slammed with full force. She cannot imagine what would have happened to her if that thing had caught her.

She dodge, run and did not stop shooting him but he was able to maneuver all of her attacks quite easily. When the bullet inside her only firearm was gone, she threw the gun at him and she picked up whatever she could throw at him.

A vial of pink liquid was the last thing she threw when she heard him yell a loud no and crossed his arms to protect his body. The liquid hit him directly to his arms.

She lost control and almost fell over when he saw that the liquid slowly melted his costume. Firm brown muscle and biceps were unwrapped painfully and she grimaced at how red his skin was especially on the parts that it hit directly.

She shook her head to keep her mind straight and look for the door. There is no time to take pity.

The door is five steps away from her. Miguel was on her left, struggling and the door was on the far right. She knew that if she runs now, she will be able to outrun him, so she did.

She made a full sprint towards the exit, determined to run towards the freedom from the danger, when the door suddenly snapped closed.

It was fast. Unnatural from the way it was supposed to be made. She had never seen it before.

She looked back at him and he was shaking his head. Hands free from any button that may close the door that fast. Her ears perked at the sound of a machine turning around. She looked around and saw a camera directed at her form.

She gasped and paled at the realization that someone might have set her and the Spiderman up.

Even though she doesn't like the guy for his unknown motives, he seems to be level headed and smart. Even though it was hard for her to admit it, her gut is telling her that it wasn't him who did this. Who planned this. Someone out there, behind that camera, orchestrated everything that is happening right now.

She frowned when the camera suddenly whirred and panned on the opposite side, in front of her. She followed the direction it was moving and the last thing she saw was a dark shadow jumping towards her and sharp fangs shining from the computer lights.

When Miguel got her under him, his fangs did not hesitate to puncture her neck. Her screams were deafening as he savored the feel of her flesh on his teeth. Warm blood trickled from the wound and he couldn't help but hum at the feeling of it.

It was nice and warm. He likes it.

Satisfied and sure that she was paralyzed by his venom, he let go and looked her in the eyes. His eyes glazed over, he looked like he was drunk. He can't help the shiver of excitement at the way she looks.

Her eyes were wide with fear, even with brown skin, her face was obviously pale and her mouth was open with shock. She looks like she is still processing what is going on with her.

She's so pretty.

He felt her shaking when his tongue made contact with her skin again. The thoughts to clean up the mess he made won and so he started licking her wound. Tasting the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.

"It will be okay. I will take care of you."

He promised and assured her as he cupped her face. He bent down and gave her a sloppy kiss.

He knew the taste of blood made her recoil but she couldn't move nor had the will to control her body. He cannot help but want to tease her more so he moved his hips forward and made sure to make her feel his growing erection. She made a gurgling noise which he just replied with a hearty laugh.

He let go of her with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting them before it dropped down, as he grinned at her.

"Let's see what you have for me, yes?" He feigned to ask permission as he gave sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs. He stared at her with a grin as he slowly claimed what was for him. Her wide eyes fearful as she slowly realized what was coming for her.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #accross the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

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