Moses. Yes, Madam Justice? Is there a reason you’ve been making comments in the transcripts? I need an outlet for my opinions. Does that say, “this is sus”? It was sus. And while we’re interested in my opinions, you should really be giving Bailey--
a side effect of magic systems that drain your life force if you overextend yourself or try to harness more power than you possess should be that your body starts to fall apart as it draws on your reserves to make up the deficit. old wounds should reopen, bones should become brittle and break, your immune system should weaken, and your organs should begin to fail and die if you push yourself too far. your body shouldn't simply crumble to dust, but rot, sloughing away in agonising chunks as the necrosis spreads.
I saw that post about toxic Toji and I can't help but think about what if Reader doesn't give a damn about him being with other women. She just get with other men like Geto for example
man will be nowhere near happy when he finds out. he will manipulate you to thinking you did something so wrong to him and you should be the one saying sorry. then he’ll fuck you so bad that you’ll end up crying and begging him to stop. he won’t let you cum until you say that you belong to him and him only. he’ll make you promise to him that you’ll never let another man touch you again. “fuck heh, should i just tattoo my name — fuck — here beside your fucking pussy …” he’ll only stop when you’re stuff with his cum, no orgasm will be wasted. you should at least thank him for making u full.
after he’s satisfied he’ll send the video he secretly filmed to geto, just a lil reminder xoxo
toji *attachment*
toji still so tight, ya didn’t stretch my baby enough :(
so. my laptop is Deceased, which means I don’t have half of my pdf library (because I wasn’t able to back it all up yet. weeping and wailing), and THAT means that I have a much smaller pool of texts to work off with and cite, so. this is a much more direct glimpse into my thoughts when I’m reading ancient sources and don’t have the poetry of scholars to direct my imagination
anyway, the tris homines alliance is also an informal club for people that had weird but formative relationships with sulla. like. a real Make Them Worse situation happened there. crassus becomes someone who is half shadowy rumor behind every dealing in the eyes of others, pompey and caesar drag rome back into civil war, sulla says that caesar resembles marius but it’s sulla’s playbook that caesar later runs. everyone dies in places where they do not expect to die.
Plutarch, Caesar
Plutarch, Pompey
Plutarch, Crassus
Rome, Blood & Power, Gareth C Sampson
Sulla: The Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney
The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson
Excerpt from @separatist-apologist ’s fic, All The Monsters Come Out At Night. This fic burrowed its way into my brain and simply has refused to leave. Thank you to MB for allowing me to draw inspiration from it for this commission, and for creating a fic that has brought me so much joy💗
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Vamorii for bringing this idea to life for me! Getting to work with them was a dream.
Head over to my ao3 if you wanna see him take off those obscenely bulged pants 👀
Do you think that people who invent things with very destructive consequences are blinded to the downsides of it more by money or more by scientific curiosity?
I think the downsides are not always immediately obvious. Coal-fired electricity looks a lot more attractive in 1882 when there's literally only one such power plant and the global population is like 18% its present value. TNT was invented as a yellow dye, and it's so stable its usefulness as an explosive wasn't discovered until thirty years later.
We have this collective mental image, promoted by simplifications of historical narratives, that the inventor is a lone genius who through his labor produces an artifact and all its consequences in a single moment in time, and without which the thing would never be invented. Pretty much every point in that narrative is wrong. New technologies are the culmination of many different discoveries; there are enough very smart people working at the cutting edge of these fields that if one of them did not discover the principles behind these inventions, another almost certainly would sooner or later; and the exact applications of new technologies, nevermind how they will change society when those applications are utilized, often take years or decades to discover.
Now, I think there is an extent to which, as a working scientists, you can reasonably be held to account for the work you do. If you work at the Acme National Horrible Death By Chemical Weapons Laboratory, and invent a new, horrible chemical weapon, you do not get to go "oh no!" in shock when somebody dies to your horrible chemical weapon. And sometimes scientists do have a pretty good idea of how their technology will be used--the Haber Process was originally invented to manufacture fertilizers, but its application to the manufacturing of explosives was pretty clear to Fritz Haber, and he joined the German effort to develop deadlier chemical weapons pretty enthusiastically.
Men like Haber seem historically to be motivated not by intrinsic greed, but by the things which motivate us all: the desire to provide for their loved ones, the approval of their peers and the respect of their colleagues, and their status in society. The problem with respect to scientists who know damn well what they're doing isn't that everybody working at the Acme National Horrible Death By Chemical Weapons Laboratory is greedy and the job pays too much; the problem is that society, by and large, respects you and looks up to you and fetes you at public events and talks about what a patriot and a community leader you are if you do really well at inventing new, horrible chemical weapons.
Y/N, looks at Keegan who’s laying on their stomach : Babe?
Keegan, lifts his gorgeous eyes to look at them : Hm?
Y/N : Say something sexy. 🥺
Keegan, smirks lazily : “Something sexy.”
Y/N, pouts : Come on, don’t be such a——
Keegan, suddenly pulls them down :
Keegan, towers himself on top of them :
Keegan : I want to devour you, lick and bite every gorgeous inch of you, and then when you’re spent, when you can’t handle the teasing anymore, I’ll wring one more pretty, needy, crescendo out of you’re exhausted body.
Y/N, not sure if still alive or just paralysed : . . .