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ophelian-darling · 1 year

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.

Yandere Dabi x female reader.

Summary: Hell is the other people, yet that doesn't mean to not have a devil to love in the abyss.

TW: Violent thoughts, Possessiveness, Dub-con, Drug & alcohol consumption, Obsession, Onanism.

This is a NSFW piece, Minors DNI.

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As if the flames of Inferno hadn't devoured enough of him: his flesh went adust and he metamorphosed into an ugly, grotesque replica of a corpse. It was a lord's grace that he managed to survive -that's what would anyone say to him- Yet what was there to rejoice with still?! The reflection of the stained glass on the wall painted a poor excuse of a human- a failed hope of a legend and the dead blues of eyes that used to be chaste. His skin and scars were attached together in a cruel show of monstrosity, a thin line separated the decaying flesh from the unhealable wounds, and nothing in the world can wash away the hatred and rage boiling inside like the devil's pit. Ever since he swore on destroying the world, every hue of an emotion and any glimpse of a feeling had been sewn shut and imprisoned, filling the Lilies with thorns and drops of blood to shield what was remaining.

Dabi couldn't bring himself to offer more oblations- The Idol of heroism and honor, that he used to put on a pedestal and bow down ardently for, is now nothing but a scarecrow: a deceiving figure and a cover for the truly vile intentions; the real salvation of the world was to set it on fire and enliven it to God's innocent Eden, where no snakes or poisoned fruit will crawl inside. The 'league of villains' were the angels of death and the new Azraels of the fallen world, accompanied together to rescue the unfortunate from corruption; there were no dreams or love to live for, as his goal was the new sacred numen.

His so-called colleagues are puppets, just like he is, moved with different threads and for different roles. He couldn't bring himself to develop anything for them, whether it's fellowship, friendship or fraternity. All of them appeared to get along well: a bond was knitting itself more and more everyday as Shigaraki led them to achieve a seemingly similar paradise, gladly taking their places in a chess war and armoured as pawns, and you were no exception.

Your features conveyed no sensation, as what a devoted villain should show themself. Unlike Toga or Twice, you were silent as a lamb to the slaughter and serene as a deep sea, not disturbed or strangled, like you gave your soul on a silver platter with a peaceful heart. Others sought solace from the dregs of what had the air of a warm feeling provided by you- love and acceptance, just as they were a little loving family, where you alongside Magne, were regarded as the older sisters, and looked as the weak fraction of a home.

Poison in honey. Clouds of doubt and distrust bedimmed his mind whenever he conjured up your lineaments: the resting lines across your face and the reverent glamor in the color of your eyes- none of what you showed was to be perceived as evil. all of the fallen from grace around him had a revolutionary flame in their gaze, au contraire of your placidly hollowed stare, promising to cast a long illusion of Kafkaesque awes.

To Shigaraki's pleasure, you were his favorite- or more correctly the most tolerable member of the league. a perfect model of obedience you were: you spoke so little and worked so hard, polished the numen of new heroism with blood and gifted it so many sacrifices -sacrifices that were out of pure love, souls and pieces of the useless- With no fear or selfish intentions. Toga mooned over your figure and clinged to your hip. The little blonde was a childish loon and He couldn't endure her most of the time, while you (In addition to managing to remain a decent human being) hit it off and contained her tantrums just as you did with Twice -That psychotic freak-. He hated everyone equally: His family, His comrades and leader, and he wanted to despise you as well; the wall of an unknown sentiment hitting back what his mind wanted him to comprehend.

You're giving him a sort of hate that he didn't accept nor understand. Why would he feel irritated instead of apathetic at your surface attitude towards him?! Surely he is in no need of baring someone else's hopes -he'd rather carry his own despair alone- yet he won't swallow down the thought of you thinking of him as a failure, a maggot that devours rotten carcasses or merely a lost cause, he is indeed a lost cause but never an empty noise in the background of your head, or someone that you can ignore so easily. As he watches you patch up Jin, smile sweetly at Atsuhiro's tantalizings, play cards with Shuichi or chat with Himiko about everything and nothing. The virulent wave of an emotion keeps washing at him; playing a series of cruel thoughts and imaginations that were rather sadistic: bashing your head against a wall till the threads of crimson sewed your calm face, burning your flawless skin until it discolored to a vile, pussed red; all to hear your screams and enjoy the melody of your vocal cords as you cried in agony for him to stop. The scenarios of torturing you blessed his nights with vivid dreams: Unlike what his consciousness wanted to see, his psyche animated you and him in cherry blossom reveries, the lost innocence drowning everything in a blissful haze. He remembered the feeling of your touch and the note of your true voice: soft as silk and meek as milk, the sweet fruit of heaven, not poisoned by satan. He recalls more than a time how his nightdreams were a small warm flash of affection at first, then ignited into a fevered kiss before escalating to a carnal feast. The euphoria of uniting with you was unforgettable: kissing and nipping at each inch of you, from your lips and face down to your neck, a lovely odor fragrancing your shoulders, the mellow flesh of your breasts, gently squishing in his palms and the raw pomes of your nipples and their flavor- how he imagined the graze of his teeth and nails on the pure fabric of your skin, the path of his tongue down to your dripping cunt- your nectarous cunt, generously pouring your essence on his tongue as he lapped your flower, savoring every little drop of fluid in every little spot of each petal while your croons and moans composed a midnight chant. Flames blazed in his loins while your core was drenched; him immediately dousing the heat when he entered you roughly. The scenery was utterly perfect: your cries of pleasure and whines at his dandlings and teasing, the purple blooms across your neck and cleavage, and the full mewl of vigor escaping your throat as you finished, his cock spasming so deep inside; cervix opened up and swallowing his seed. The sweet haze filled everything to a bright sweven, bright as the fullest moon in the darkest night, consumed by the clouds and veiled into the dim. He wakes up- hard and frustrated as he palms himself, cussing at the many shapes of your form within his memory. He needed to feel you, now and next to him.

Dabi would never unfold his fantasies to you. the idea of revealing such a hidden side of him to anyone (let alone you, the person in concern for his nocturnal musings) was embarrassing; the pride and dignity -even as a morally shattered rogue- he built over the years refused to lower over someone and disclose such a vulnerable part of a parlous evildoer. It's his lucky day- the annoying brat of a leader finally made a good decision of teaming you up together. Shigaraki thinks that you're capable of cooling Dabi's heat while he would warm up your apathy, just as fire and ice would balance each other. And of course, he didn't give a single fuck about the mission's success or the plan as much as he did about getting to start something with you, something that'll hopefully develop into what he had in mind. Soon enough, the dreams of your body on him will come to be a reality.

Good. you aren't scared away or seem to be disgusted at him. you were pretty docile: he didn't have to call you a name or throw a threat at you to pay attention to him. Dabi colors his attempts to coax you with a hue of bitter judgment and cynicism, hoping to elicit a real reaction from the depths of your mind, not that mild bright look of your eyes, sending him a scattered letters and an unknown message: a feeling of opacity, odd serenity that increased his desire to maim you beyond all of the evils a human can imagine.

His fantasies became even rougher and more detailed. The brightness of blood and sunlight on your face were equally exciting, and his desire to own you for his jollity increased with each time his hand tried to replace the smoothness of your walls, desperately delineating the scene from a third eye: him burying himself in the heat of your core, clutching your arms in a fist, spitting curses and degradations at your cutely fucked face. The idea of you being a cheap whore and a costly mistress at the same time sparked a fire in his mind; corrupting whatever purity you still had and breaking your sanity- wiping that stupid calm face off and putting a bloodied and scared one in a show for him. The visions were so pleasant that his hands wanted nothing but to beat you broken and burn you dead; drag you to his pit of misery.

Dabi now shows you a fraction of what he can offer of 'Kindness'. Every Time you happen to converse with him, he aims to provoke you by obscene flirtation or direct teasing, which you respond to with a quick comeback or an eyeroll. The more he pushes your buttons, the more your true nature comes to light for him: you're a cruel, doe-eyed disaster, everything ugly and pretty at the same time; he absolutely loves that.

Anger doesn't rise when you throw your words at him: your insults weren't even insults, whether you laced them with poison or honed their edges sharp, they didn't wound as much as they tickled: everything that came out of that pretty little mouth of yours was sweet, too sweet that made him eager to cut your tongue off and watch blood cascade. He wanted to get a devil out of you, as to take it to a hell of his own, where you would both revel in cutting each other to ribbons.

The inflicted pain loses its ache with time, and melts into a crippling throe, and grows to a deep blue melancholy. it feels to him -and you as well- that you took comfort in hurting him and him hurting you, like breaking a bone to forget a sharp twist of the heart. indulging in banes was a temporary relief as well: cigarettes and Alcohol, pills and remedies weren't enough to release a lingering burden of shame and acrimony. It happened in a moonless night- a bottle of wine dangling lazily from your fingers, your head on his shoulder and your tongue unlacing its knot, through a blur of tears, all of what had been coffined under your skin teared through and emerged into existence: you were just like him- a torn hope for a legend, a replaceable weapon and a losing card. Just when you believed the serpent's lie of power and grace, your superiors took you out of what used to be your home, your heaven and haven; everything was ripped out from your hands overnight, and tears were no longer an antidote. and he listens- he listens to every word you say, dread filling his cogitation as the familiar scenes are played.

"Was I really a failure all along?" He watched you swallow your words with a full gulp, the red in the bottle swinging within it in your shaking grip. Your eyes were distant as always, but in an exciting way- you seemed hopeless, utterly woebegone, the gleam of your eyes absent to where an unknown corner of your head laid.

"The more I think of it, the more my hatred for them grows… but I can't deny that I used to love them… and I still love them!"

Sobs lost between gulps; the drink wasn't able to pacify your sorrows. He just simply stares at the mess of you, intrigued by both of your tears and subtle determination of revenge. His imagination creates a scene where your form stood, gazing up to a charred horizon, your head turning around, a numb smile crossing its curved line on your face, while your eyes carried a certain violent gentleness. As he watches you wipe the traces of sorrow on your face, Dabi comes to the realization of who you verily were: an embodiment of the darkest depravity in the garments of the purest piety, that you were the serpent and not the sinner. If this life was hell; then you ought to be the devil itself; a reincarnation of Jezebel's deceit, Circe's eyes and Delilah's lulling.

Your fingers twitched and moved, skimming his scarred hand, spiderlike at first, wanting a silent agreement from him to continue, then bold, obscene as you took his silence as an acceptance.

Now he notices how well manicured are your nails and how neat are your digits, coy when they took both of his palms, to downright prurient when you slipped his hands under your shirt to meet your bosom.

"I've seen the way you look at me" you purred, stars of a far nirvana lustering in your eyes, not like you were just weeping.

You squeezed his hands, encouraging him to fondle on the soft flesh on your chest, which he did, immediate and eager as he was whenever he recalled that dream.

"You seemed like you wanted to hurt me terribly… and just to let you know, being hurt by you isn't a very awful thought… it's…" you giggled like a vamp "Sexy…"

He felt like an overflowed dam. just as you let the final words, he planted a forceful kiss to your lips, relishing the taste of ale on your tongue. you moaned into his mouth, arms on his shoulders welcoming him for sin.

The bottle rolled to an unknown corner of the room, its content missing than a few drops. All it took to loosen your composure was a hundredth night of drinking and a tipsy talk. To him, none of the Alcohol was as much of an intoxication as the feeling of you, far more rapturous and surreal than the vistas of violence and vigor he visualized in the dead of the night. Time lost its sense in a complete haze, nothing but the grunts and murmurs caroling the cold air of the small room.

When the first threads of daybreak slipped through the cracks, it all befell you in a sharp remembrance. you recognized the scars on the body beside you, softly snoring and twisting its muscles as it woke up.

"Round two, Ay, love?"

You were obviously regretful of what'd taken place nights ago, as you wore your annoyance on your face. He had his way with you during a moment of weakness, claimed himself as a 'boyfriend' and crawled under your skin. In all honesty, you'd found him attractive when you first set your sight on him, the dead blues he gloomed the world with spoke a threat of violence and vengeance, sparking your own fantasies to deprave and go astray with insanity. You thought about breaking him slowly with seduction and faux timidity; succeeding when he allowed his demons to entice him into touching you, but failing when he sought love from you of all people.

He's not ashamed of letting his emotional deprivation surface. He's a nuisance- constantly clinging to your hip, demanding all sorts of affection regardless of the time. There's a mission? He accompanies you, disobeying the leader's instructions with all satisfaction. You're going somewhere? He tags along, not caring about your protests and complaints of his existence. a hue of joy on his face blinks when you're alone together: He speaks more, attempts to flirt in his words and asks for physical assurance more than he gives (not like you wanted anything from him except sex). His tolerance decreases when it comes to your connections with the rest of the league members; he's now ruder to them and sometimes violent- warning them audibly to stop interacting with you, and you couldn't oppose yourself, feeling gleeful deep down at your capacity to get this side out of him. You were fully aware he had issues, sorts of injuries that didn't stop at his face and limbs, but that wasn't a concern of yours.

In the silence of everything at the end of day, his head on your chest, Dabi spills out every single letter of what he thinks of you.

"You're a bitch, and I love that about you… another disaster in my life, but a pretty one…" He rotates his head to look at you, a smug line curving up his lips "Wanna show me how much of a slutty wide-eyed brat you are?"

You give a sweet smile in return, starting a long night of pain that didn't hurt more than it pleased. The silence of the dark would stretch until the light is poured in heavens, when every aching memory, tear and sob is forgotten and deemed to return in next kisses and bites. The journey of your lives continues to a shared horizon: you both swore on destroying the world together, ruin the scarecrow of falsity and sacralize what was truly sacred: you and him only; your new heaven through the colors of your eyes.

"Mousey…"

"Hmm?"

"Stay with me forever…"

"I want to be your world, you're already mine"

"Let's burn together in hell"

"Dance with me on their corpses"

"I love you, do you love me?"

"I do love you… Touya"

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dark-falz · 2 months

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PSO Timeline of the Profound Sadness (Detailed lore timeline regarding Episodes 1&2,)

There's also stuff about Phantasy Star 0 in here too because they take place in the same universe! But I'm trash and didn't beat it and it was years ago so idr shit I'll go back to it one day ok promise anyway

LONG LORE POST completely spoiler

Inhabited planet Coral is drained of natural resources. The government, organizations called "The Alliance of Nations" (includes 10) , and "Black Paper" initiate the "Pioneer Project" to find a new planet to colonize. They are gifted from a passing asteroid with Photon energy. They use it to backtrack where it came from to find a place to inhabit. After approx. 7 years, Ragol is found. Coral mentions; Shino: RAcaseal, purchased & passed down to Zoke Dr. Calus: was working on an AI, also named Calus, who developed his personality. Calus dies before the AI is completed. Dr. Jean Montague: 11 yrs. old approx, researches D-Cells brought back from probes with Dr. Osto, create MAGs* which are the beginning of the MOTHER/Delta program 7 yearsish later (travel is heavily disputed among sources apparently but w/e) The people on Pioneer 1 included; Heathcliff Flowen: Deputy Army Commander Rico Tyrell: Pupil of Flowen, Scientist, Hunter Dr. Osto Hyle: Lead researcher Mr. & Mrs. Graves: Photon Engineer, Geneticist WORKS (Government military) AI: Olga, Calus, & Vol Opt (meant to assist with Pioneer 1 research and step 2 of MOTHER) - AI Purposes: - Vol Opt: Security - Calus: Information - Olga: Contact, nearly identical specs to Calus (unsure if these two count as AI as they aren't mentioned much) - MOTHER: evolution & control - Delta: Caretaker of MOTHER Established buildings Gal Da Val Island - Research Facility (Houses Delta/MOTHER Vortex and will house Olga) Mines - Robot building plant (+All mine enemies) - Houses Calus (EPI)& Vol Opt - Dr. Osto's first lab (mines 2) Forest - Central Dome: supplies, communication center

Exploration begins followed quickly by construction. Animals are noted as friendly and docile.

Dr. Osto & Graves create a mutant life form for unmentioned reasons, it starts off small, but has the ability to self-replicate.

Ruins are discovered by Flowen. Military WORKS sends in investigation team. Everyone becomes possessed, then dies turning into the bad guys as portrayed in the quest: From the Depths. Flowen leads a second team in. Falz is unsealed and kills everyone but Flowen, leaving him wounded. When he escapes, Falz is sealed again.

Flowen's wound is infected with both D-Cells and Parasitic Gene Flow, causing them to be alive in their own. Osto calls this a "D-Type Factor". Flowen knows his time is short, and pledges his body to Dr. Osto for research under 2 conditions. - A letter is set to his family informing them of his death. - That pioneer 2 is postponed/stopped from reaching Ragol (Spoilers: Neither request are honored)

Flowen is unaware of the Central Control Area's existance until he is brought there.

Olga is moved to the SeaBed, where Osto had been working on developing a super soldier. Construction of the Cental Dome is completed. Flowen's body is merged with Olga in hopes of controlling it. In failure Olga Flow is dumped into the Testing Subject Disposal Area.

Scientists tried moving De Rol due to his size. De Rol kills the scientists and escapes through the ducts. Its tentacles that stab you during battle is what caused the mutation of the cave's dwellings'. (Barbra Ray is a speculated open or salt-water variant)

War continues on Coral and the 10 Nation Alliance is weakening. Instead of telling the Government to stop Pioneer 2, Osto calls Ragol a "Paradise World" and gets the approval to make bioweapons.* Pioneer 2 starts route.

Animals becoming violent and infected causes Rico to begin investigating. Rico activates the pillars upon investigating them, being under the impression they were built to commemorate the landing of Pioneer 1 from the government, however concluding this was a lie. Rico investigates until her demise and leaves confirming messages that: the ruins is a spaceship from the Algo star system of the Original Phantasy Star series to seal Dark Falz, the reborn Profound Darkness every 1000 years to reborn itself from hate as the seal weakens.

On Pioneer 2, Dr. Montague is working on developing Elenor/Mother 00 and Ult/Mother 01 and Elly Person begins contact with Calus.

Pioneer 2 reaches Ragol (approx 7 years)

Explosion caused by Dark Falz in Central Dome occurs when connection is attempted, everyone from Pioneer 1 is killed with the exceptions of Mutated Rico & Mutated Flowen.

Vol Opt's security system is breached due to explosion and corrupted due to unusual Photons & D Cells causing everything in the Mines to attack.

Calus reaches out to Elly for "help" but has been corrupted and craves a human body. Elly backs up & stores his data before he shuts himself down.

Military attempts to take over Ult following Dr. Osto's plans. Eleanor & Ult fuse to become MOTHER, briefly, as due to abnormal Photon energies, its too much for Eleanor.

Calus data is used by Pioneer 2 to begin development of the "CALs system." This is part of a navigation system any Hunter can access. (Like Rico's messages, the floating things that drop you info in episode 2, is part of "Calus".)

Natasha Milarose receives a message from someone on Ragol leaving the impression that someone from Pioneer 1 is still alive on Gal Da Val Island.

Going through VR testing with Elly before permission to reach the island, Calus has form of a FOmar. (techincally there are 2 one with red eyes and one with blue eyes, one loves Elly and wants to be with her aw the other is always basically on the clock doing what its suppose to. ((Assuming this is due to abnormal photons and having 2 of the same system on top of each other which is CAL system active in VR field as well as on Elly, the operator, but no info.)))

Flowen leaves messages using Olga AI through the terminals you use to unlock the Central Control Area. (all terminals in the Seabed belong to Olga)

Calus enters the MOTHER vortex in expectation of being evolved with a true physical form to be with Elly.

Delta admits Dr. Osto abandoned her and the MOTHER system. (though the "abandonment" could have been due to a multitude of reasons with how full his hands were getting.)

I think this mostly wraps up the timeline covering entirely episodes 1&2

Extra stuff:

Flowen's full dialogue

MAG* - "A mag is a core of D-Cells surrounded by metal plating. The D-Cells are kept in control by an "Emotional AI". This means any mag is actually a cyborg of some sort, because they are a fusion of living and mechanical tissue. This is also why spraying them with various medical items causes them to change their shape so drastically.

"This is also why they can do the Photon Blast. The mag is able to absorb the energy from your photonic attacks on enemies, and also to absorb the pain from hits and turn it into photon. They had mags doing PBs on Coral, where the blasts did not take on a particular shape. The things you see in your PBs on Ragol look the way they do because the abnormal photon count, and D-cell count on Ragol is really high. The PB animals look like dark enemies, but with light color bodies. This is the influence of Ragol." - Translated from The Book of Hunters (Eleanor & Ult also carry D-cells)

Bioweapons - The bioweapons scientists of Pioneer 1 were making included using D-Cells, Parasitic Gene Flow, and living beings. This extended from animals, to plants, to even the scientists themselves in efforts of creating a "super solder". The reason behind this is because Falz is seen as an eternal entity, and that's what the scientists want to harness for themselves. Montague does a similar process, but instead using monster parts and photon energy from the mutated creatures, as oppose to mutated genes, to create weapons.

Links to information that helped me accumulate all this: phantasystardynasty PScave (I have dialogue with Flowen's text linked, if you want dialogue from another quest, just change the text between "script/" and ".html" to the quest of the dialogue you want to look out without spaces) Fandom Wiki (multiple pages from this one) This Tumblr post

#pso lore #FIXED THE READ MORE I'M NOT FIXNG ANY TYPOS tho because at first this post was too big to post and i'm not taking chances #lore #timeline

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paradoxicwashere · 8 months

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My Fallout 4 Story: Eric Morgue

So, Fallout 4's story isn't the greatest - I don't think it's unfair to say. But over the past two years I've played it as one character for hundreds of hours now. I've done all the DLC, and short of finishing all my settlements, there is nothing else to do.

In this playthrough through a bit of headcannoning and planning I crafted my own version of Fallout 4's story that left me feeling fulfilled and I wanted to share that story here.

Meet Eric, Eric Morgue. Before the war he was a Marksman in the Alaska Campaign and was honorably discharged. Like many Sole Survivors he was happy and at peace with his life in Sanctuary Hills until the skies opened with hellfire and Vault-Tec offered a helping hand.

Exiting the vault, Eric was broken. The world reached into his chest and ripped his heart out. He wasn't in a state to help people, the Minutemen turned to him as a savior but he turned their back on them. He'd already filled the hole in his chest with something, revenge.

He was a soldier, a scout, tracking was in his nature. He stalked the man who stole his son from him across the breadth of the Commonwealth. There wouldn't be any stopping until Kellogg was in the ground. The one faction he did find solace in was the Brotherhood of Steel.

It was militarized, disciplined, familiar. As familiar a feeling as Eric could find in this godsforsaken Commonwealth. It seemed as if he'd never recreate the home he had once, but the lifestyle of a soldier? The Brotherhood could give that back to him.

(I wish I had a screenshot of Eric at this point in the story but alas)

He finds comfort in Danse and all seems well. He divides his time between serving the Brotherhood and searching for Shaun and Kellogg. But as time progresses he begins to see the Commonwealth in a new light. The Brotherhood sees so much of the Commonwealth as filth, but especially working with Nick Valentine, the most honest man Eric's met so far in truth - he can't help but empathies with the struggling populace.

So, Eric's priorities shift. He's still searching for Shaun and working with the Brotherhood, but now he goes back to the Minutemen. He won't lead them, but he is helping them. But his heart is still torn between helping people and revenge, so the time is nigh, Eric finds Kellogg. Shockingly to none except Eric - this does very little to bring Eric peace. It only re-opens the gaping wound in his heart, frozen over from how long revenge dwelled within him, now as empty as ever.

At this point, while he still works with the Brotherhood, a wedge has begun to grow between Eric and Maxson. Eric meets more good people in the Commonwealth, like Hancock, Nick Valentine, the ghouls at the Slog, even Strong and Virgil showing that there's more to Super-Mutants than the Brotherhood would have you believe. So when opportunity to get to the Institute presents itself after so long on the hunt - Eric goes it alone, working with the Minutemen to do it. But to do that, he formally accepts the mantle of General and begins helping the Minutemen rebuild the Castle.

(It should be mentioned that while Eric began a working relationship with the Railroad, it was far too early in their partnership to trust them with the first expedition to the Institute)

Eric ventures into the silicon halls of the Institute and it's like stepping back in time and into the future all at once. Pristine, organized... lifeless. It disgusts him initially of course, the thought that these people could build a monument to perfection and abuse the topside to achieve their paradise. But then, he finds Shaun. His son, the leader of the Institute. And now Eric is torn in another two directions. He's made promises to the surface and even has begun to adjust to living there, but now the shadowy boogey-men that have been causing so much strife are led by the Son he's done everything for. For the last token of his old life he has left.

Eric can't decide, so he keeps playing all sides. On the surface, he meets Cait - and together they do a lot to mend each other's broken souls. Only driving the wedge tearing Eric between Shaun and the Commonwealth even further. Not knowing what to do, Eric does what he's always done. He falls back on his training. He goes back to the Brotherhood. He kept his head down and followed Maxson's orders. He figured he could save his son if it came to that.

The worst issue though was feeling like he couldn't confide in anyone. Not Danse, not Nick, not even Cait or Codsworth. Afraid of what anyone might say, afraid of things he knew deep down was true being brought to light, Eric carried the burden alone. Liberty Prime was nearly built when push finally came to shove.

Paladin Danse, the man who in many ways saved Eric from his despair and gave him the tools to face the Commonwealth like a soldier - had been a Synth all along and not even Danse knew it. Maxson gave Eric the kill order of course. A test of Eric's mettle after the aforementioned wedge that was driven between the Knight and his Elder had grown wider. Prove your loyalty to the Brotherhood, or do not return.

Danse wanted him to do it, Maxson wanted him to do it. The Soldier inside Eric wanted him to do it. But he couldn't. The man who saved him when he had nothing needed his help, so Eric pulled Danse out of the cage Danse had built for himself, shook him off and helped him face his reality with new-found vigor. Man or Machine, he'd been a good friend to Eric, and that meant more to Eric than Danse knew.

Maxson was furious of course, but Eric wasn't playing games and talked Maxson out of killing Danse, he would've fought him for it if he had to. Eric brought Danse to the Minutemen who welcomed him with open arms. He now serves at the Castle, clad in royal blue T-51 Power Armour, unofficially known as The new Sarge. Danse gave Eric purpose, now Eric had paid him back.

He wasn't kicked out of the Brotherhood like Danse, but Eric couldn't help them finish their war machine. He realized that the Brotherhood controlling the Commonwealth would lead to good, innocent people being treated like monsters for circumstances out of their control. Nick would be thrown out of Diamond City, the Slog would be wiped out, Strong would be hunted down. He couldn't stand by and let that happen.

Eric returned to Shaun's side and tried to see things from their point of view. Maybe, if he could just convince Shaun, things could start to change for the better. But at every turn he saw Synths be treated like property - and he would think back to Danse, and Nick. Or the medical marvels he saw here being horded by people who would never encounter half the hardships the average man in the commonwealth went through in a year. MacCready's son or Cait could've been cured of their ailments overnight if the Institute just turned their attention to the surface. The more Eric interacted with Shaun the less of himself and Nora he saw in the cold, cruel, calculating Director. He was his flesh and blood, but the two couldn't have been less alike.

So, still not exactly the most decisive, Eric got back in contact with the Railroad. He began working both alongside the Institute and the Railroad at the same time. The Railroad welcomed him under the alias Sharpshooter and shared a common interest in the protection of Synth life. Eric knew their goals were narrow and exhausted himself making sure the Minutemen picked up the slack making the Commonwealth better for everyone, not just Synths.

This all came to a head at the Battle of Bunker Hill. The Institute brought an onslaught. The railroad were on the backfoot, low on man power, struggling to remain standing as the Brotherhood brought on their own attack. Eric was their on the side of the Institute and slipped through the battlefield like a ghost. The conflict horrified him. He called in the Minutemen to provide aid to the survivors but couldn't intervene himself if he didn't want to blow his cover. It killed him, and all for what? He slipped inside with a Courser at his side and was met with his goal: Five synths. Five people he'd worked with the Railroad to protect. It wasn't so hard when it was a blood-thirsty raider he'd been sent to recall but these five? They were innocent, and they recognized him. They knew he was Sharpshooter and they almost blew his cover. The courser grew suspicious. Tensions were rising and Eric had to do something.

So he did, he finally made a choice.

The Courser didn't even have time to draw his weapon. Eric killed him and told the Synths to flee. The mission was a bust, the Railroad had to evacuate and the Brotherhood ended up with control over Bunker Hill. And Eric was told to meet Shaun, meet Father, at the top of the C.I.T ruins.

Finally, Eric hoped he could talk to Shaun outside the influence of the Institute's Halls, he could show him the Commonwealth. Instead he found Father stood atop an old world monument to the Institute's Ideology. Far away from the reality of the Commonwealth with a legion of mechanical muscle patrolling the halls beneath him like circling Sharks. Shaun had no interest in the Commonwealth. He looked down on it for the first time from an Ivory Tower, away from the dangers and the life that dwelled below. He wasn't just influenced by the Institute's ideology. Shaun WAS the Institute's Ideology. Everything Eric struggled with in the Institute was a direct result of Shaun, and the Father before Shaun, and the Father before him. Shaun stopped being his son years ago, Eric just hadn't realized it yet. Shaun was Father, and Eric would have no part in his experiment any longer.

Eric's cover was blown of course, the Railroad were pissed but there was still hope. There was still another way. The Minutemen. Over the course of his stay in the Commonwealth Eric had built up a working man's militia that spread the breadth of the Commonwealth. More organized than the Railroad, more just than the Brotherhood, and more alive than the Institute. Father knew this and sent everything he had to bring down Eric's forces.

Synths marched on the Castle but the Minutemen stand united. His heart no longer being pulled apart Eric lead the defense of the Castle alongside Sargent Danse, Preston Garvey, and every other man and woman brave enough to carry the Musket.

The Institute didn't know what hit them. A light show of red and blue laser fire lit up the skies that night. The Brotherhood took note but Maxson held off on providing any aid. The war was tough and the costs ran deep but with perseverance and the fear of losing to steady their aim. The Minutemen pulled through. And they wanted payback.

Eric, Danse, and Dogmeat led the charge on the Institute and opened the gates to let the Minutemen storm the proverbial castle. The Institute's white walls were coated with blood and oil. The oppressor's were on the run and the oppressed were able to free themselves. Everyone was free to live and die as they chose. Except one. Except Father.

Father was sick, maybe in his arrogance, that one trip to the surface had ambushed his under-developed immune system or maybe it was just his time, but Father was dying. Eric confronted his son on his death bed and it was like having his heart torn out all over again. They spoke and while they couldn't see eye to eye. Eric finally got through to him, just for a moment - and the last order given by the director of the Institute was the evacuation order. Freedom rang.

The Institute was no more. With a detonation that shock the Commonwealth both literally and figuratively forever. The Terror of the Institute was over. All was well. But Eric? Something broke in Eric having to leave his son to die. And it would be a long time until he was okay again.

And that's where I'm going to stop for now. Weaving Eric into the Fallout 4 story was a fantastic experience for me and Eric's story continued into all three DLC's. I'm going to write up what happens from Level 85 to Level 135 at some point but this post is already very long. If you read all of this I hope you enjoyed :)

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//I wrote this today, trying to give some context on what happened to Trondo on Earth -I had to justify his absence in these three years LOL - based on some rp interactions I had three years ago (I miss the muns so much) and some of my own headcanons which will be inside the Stranger in a Strange Land verse of him. Of course, not everything was so bad or shitty since he met very wonderful people too... But trauma is trauma and he had to endure bad shit.

Special kudos to @monster-or-man since those experiments Trondo had to suffer came from an rp we had together!

TW are: mention of torture, gore and in general dark, war and angst related themes!//

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In a room partially lit by fluorescent lights that flickered ominously in the darkness, he was trapped. The torture machines and devices, with their electrical hums and screeches, intensified the promise of pain that had become his constant companion. Tubes of cold, hard metal pierced his scales while the open, fetid scars on his body testified to the inhumane experiments to which he had been subjected. His body, sunken and stripped, rested on a cold metal stretcher. A prison for his soul.

Exhausted and destroyed in ways he had never experienced before. The endless tests, the devastating electrical shocks that were fired directly onto his nociceptors, had destroyed his body and his mind. The horror and cruelty he had witnessed and suffered had transformed his being into something monstrous, a perversely distorted reflection of his own power.

And then, with a reality collapsing before his eyes, the vision of a man arose, of that race of creatures who had been his tormentors. The humans, with their faces and their eyes that had seen and done everything he had suffered. Guilt and anger consumed him, an emotion that had become a force that dragged him towards revenge.

Then came the break, the lonely nights of utter desperation. Everyone was looking for him. Some in promises of alliance and others in the hope of destroying him. Oh, for all the Dragon Ancestors... What the hell was going on on that planet? Since when were those futile creatures called humans capable of such atrocities? He had known the meaning of war: Fighting with honor separated them from barbarism. There, on Earth, he had been unaware of that premise for a long time.

And then, another vision. He fought alongside several humans in a dry, desert land that always reminded him of his old Homeland, of his old Paradise. Wide kilometers of forgotten sand, a place devastated by senseless wars and in which he curiously felt at home. Those inhabitants had accepted him as he was, without fear and without resentment. The whistles of the bombs before they exploded along with the screams of his dead and mutilated companions accompanied the days he had left there. Death, blood, death and flight. Thus in a cycle that never seemed to end.

With a start, Trondo woke up very agitated and breathing hard. It took several seconds to recognize his own room, his mind still in those wars on Earth. A dream, that was all, another of his horrible, recurring nightmares. Heavily, the Assassin got up from his bed to approach the mirror and look at himself there... The figure reflected there was the one of a tired dragon, whose chest showed bullet scars which ran down to his abdomen. His arms still had the marks on his muscles. Trondo ran a finger over them, feeling nothing at the tip of his scales and too deep in his heart. Sigh. These could not be wounds carried with pride. Three years on a miserable Earth had taught him to value things more there in the Dragon Realms... To accept things he never imagined he would do.

The sun was setting on a horizon outlined by the canyons in the distance. Trondo had slept all day, something totally new and unexpected.

Everything was calm... For the moment.

#˙ ˖ ✖ trondo: ic #[for some reason I imagine Trondo fighting in the Middle East]

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chapter xv.

Rating: Semi - M

Warning: Targaryen Incest, Depictions of Blood;

Summary: In which MELLARA TARGARYEN reflects on living and her son AEGON BLACKMACE fighting through war;

[It was during the renewal of conflict in the Stepstones that haunted prince Aegon Blackmace for all his life forever. The loss of his dragon Aelyx whom he had bonded with since the cradle had been painful for him and he never recovered from such a loss. It had been the first time since Queen Rhaenys on Meraxes that a drgaon was killed with a scorpion bolt. The prince was injured, severely so that he was abed for more than three moons. His wife Princess Rhaenyra forbade her husband from returning, a command which he obeyed. This time of war in the Stepstones lasted for nearly six years and the prince spent only a year at most in the fighting. Though it had been short, it had been significant enough that lord Corlys Velaryon considered it a moment which had bought time for him and his fleet to contain the conflict from spreading to Westeros and at the same time, protected the trade across Narrow Sea.]

- maester aeron targaryen; adust

A D U S T m a s t e r l i s t

< you and i burn together or we shall die trying >

chapter i / chapter ii / chapter iii / chapter iv / chapter v

chapter vi / chapter vii / chapter viii / chapter ix / chapter x

chapter xi / chapter xii / chapter xiii / chapter xiv / chapter xv

chapter xvi / chapter xvii / chapter xviii

Sleep had never come easy to his dwelling, endless dreams turning into endless nightmares that plagued him more than he would wish. Yet in these past days he was sure that it was because he had wanted it. There was no resentment in his heart, nor anger nor weariness. Rather, there was only bliss. Bliss in the arms of his beloved wife who embraced him, through flesh and through soul. Aegon Blackmace had wondered if he had truly ever been this at peace, been happier than this moment.

In this beautiful quiet that was In his heart of hearts, the prince of Blackhall had not wanted to entertain the thought of leaving. He never wanted to leave this paradise formed within the woman he loved. But he has not forgotten his duty. He had not forgotten his promise. He was no oath breaker and he would not start now. Not even when there was temptation to rest his head forever at the bosom of his Rhaenyra.

In a way, he felt like he was blessed that the women he had been given by the gods had been those that knew him well, had loved him well. They had understood that he was a man who followed his principle. He was a lot like his father in that regard, though he knows he takes after his mother’s sense of duty more than anything else. His father had scolded him for it, there was little sense of honor to be found in the realm of battlefield. Nor would it benefit him to come to see himself into a battle, knowing he had just wed.

Aegon could not consider his father wrong. He had more experience in battle than he could ever have and he knew that his father still reeled from the past, haunted by the things he did not do and the things he did do. The prince found warmth in his chest knowing his father cared for him dearly, for his happiness. It was what his father had chosen for himself nowadays, renouncing all the games of wars and politics to be a husband, to be a father. To seek a life for himself that he had always wanted and been denied.

But he was not his father, no.

He was Aegon Blackmace.

And he will do what he must.

"I thought that you still must pack, husband." Rhaenyra Targaryen whispered softly, the sound of Valyrian words came like spring to his ears. Her hands were wet with the heat of rose water. Her husband’s tenderness dwelled in her palm, his fingers laying there as she did upon his bare chest. “You asked me to remind you.”

“I conveniently forgot, wife.” He lowered his head, whispering softly in her ear in response. He could feel her smile from afar, which made him grin. He presses a kiss upon her temple. “Do not worry. I will pack later. For now, I wish to stay here. With you.”

“I wish you could stay longer.” She admits to him, a sigh releasing from her. “I understand it is what duty demands of you but I…”

“You should not filter yourself when you are disappointed about the occasion, my dragon flower.” Aegon allows his free fingers to dwell against her soft silver curls. “It is right for you to feel this way. After all, we had only been married a week and now I have to leave.”

“You already know of my disappointment and my worries.”

He let out a small smile. “Yet, my dearest, it does not mean you cannot express it out loud.”

She turns her head, looking up to him. “You are too accommodating to me, husband.”

“Well, it is a husband’s duty to love his wife dearly.”

Rhaenyra laughed, sitting upward and moved to face her husband. “I am truly grateful for you.”

His indigo eyes gazed warmly. “As am I of you, Rhaenyra. I am dearly happy. Truly.”

Moving towards her, he reached for her hand eagerly and held her warmly. His purple eyes dwelled on his wife as he placed a small embrace upon her fingers with his lips brushing against the wet countenance of each part. Rhaenyra quietly giggles, feeling her skin blessed with ticklish devotion. When he leaned forward to her, he watched her stop at the sight of numerous scars that had over his youth disfigured his pale skin.

Each scar has a story he recalls too well, too easily. At times, he even sees it in his dreams. In her pale lilac eyes, he could see concern. He could see her grief in the thought that her husband would have to live through another battle which would no doubt litter his body in constellations of wounds and scars.

Aegon Blackmace was for many years younger than his lady wife. Yet war had shaped the man he was, each battle and each skirmish had taught him to be much older. It was the trail of his wounds and bruises, his scars that had been the march of time. From the moment he became a knight at two and ten, the scent of life had been ash and smoke in a barren field. His daily bread was sword and mace.

The scream of warriors, the clanking of metal - the scream of dragonfire, it was the lungs that had pushed his life through with oxygen. He would be lying if he said it was all he ever knew. Yet, he preferred this much more to war. This peace within these halls, being beside the woman who had claimed his heart - it was worth more to him than war. His gaze softened as he pulled her closer once more.

“You are thinking too much once again.” He whispers to her.

“I worry.” She mumbles against his chest, her fingers tracing the scars on his skin. “That in this war will cause you pain, hurt. Severe injuries even.”

“Hm.” Aegon could not disagree as he rubbed the edge of her back to soothe her. “Injuries cannot be avoided, wife.”

She pursed her lips tightly, anxiety all over her face. “I worry, husband. I would not be there and I….”

He released a soft sigh, kissing her temple. “I understand. But no matter the scar, I will come home. No matter what.”

“You better hold that promise dearly, husband.” She urges him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Looking upwards to meet his eyes, her eyes were determined. “I mean it, Aegon. Promise me. Come home.”

“I promise.” He vowed, letting a small smile arch upon his lips. “I shall return.”

She smiled at him, nuzzling her head upon his shoulders.

Aegon Targaryen wrapped his arms around her in return.

He shall return home, no matter the cost.

The name-day celebrations for princess Mellara were held at Dragonstone. It had been something that many in the household had been excitedly awaiting, bustling servants carrying heavy silken cloths from Lys for tables, fine porcelain plates from Pentos and other utilities of exquisite value passing through halls as swiftly as they could through the deep caverns of molten stone steps that make up the keep themselves. Nobles whispered across the Storm Drum, wondering through what the rogue prince would have for them now. He had been the one entertaining everyone, comforting everyone in his own roguish way. For that she could be thankful. But she wished he was not stuck there, stuck in the wasteland of his own misery.

Mellara Targaryen could not help sigh as she stared at her husband, barking orders as though he was a general in the field once more. She could see the shaking hands of the servant girls at the echoes of her husband’s voice. It was always his nature to try and have a hand in controlling the matter of things. That was another nature to her husband, a nature he always wishes control over. Even when he cannot.

The loss of Dragonstone's prince consort to war has thrown a shadow over the keep. The sun had not been shining as vividly as it ought to have when it rose every day, and the fog of the volcano mount had been actively lamenting indefinitely. It would rain severely at times, as though sobbing at the memory of Aegon's absence. It was sensed in the way the princess Rhaenyra had sobbed bitterly in her good-arms mother's throughout the many days that passed them, longing for her husband. They had been receiving little to no missives this past moon, unlike the past six moons before. Such had been a horrid sign, yet this had been unavoidable, she knows too well. Wars are a place oftentimes where peace cannot linger too long.

Through the years of her life, she had known the men in her life having to deal with the troubles across the realm. Her own princely father had been with his father and elder brothers during the fourth Dornish war. Her own husband had been king of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones. Her son had been to war since he was a boy and certainly so he has yet to stop. Even with her fears, she knows he will not stop. Unlike her husband, it was not the interest of advancement that filled their son’s desire to war. It was his filial duty, his duty to the realm. Mellara could not help but feel overwhelmed as those feelings of confused anger and endless pride blended through her like a river crossing to the sea.

She feels as though she wished she had not raised her son the way she had, being too eager to duty. She wished she had allowed him to be free from this gilded cage, to fly as the dragon he was. Free and unburdened. But she knew that she was happy that he understood his duty. He was the sword of this house, the shield of his wife. He knew it all too well, that is why he had gone to battle himself. Clutching her hands tightly together, the warmth passed around her as she restlessly allowed her fingernails to scratch across the palm of her hand. Biting the bottom of her lips, the thought of her son in danger scared her. The thought haunted her, she did not want to dwell into it for too long. Yet she knows she cannot help it, she was a mother after all.

She knew that is why her husband was eager to distract himself, taking hold of their son’s duties while he was gone. He too was still a father, a father who loved his only son just as much as any father. Mayhaps more than most fathers. Aegon was their only son, the only child they will ever have. To lose him, it would be a blow they would never be able to withstand. Not after all the many times they had failed to give life to the rest of their previous children.

In each moment that had come, where they lost their children - the two of them held each other. Wept together to grieve. They could not do it anymore, to bury more children. To outlive their children. That’s what they feared the most, they talked of it through these moons. To lose their only son, they fear it completely. They were not there for their son, not even when they wanted to. They knew that they were much needed here. And yet such was still no relief for the both of them. In that moment she shut her eyes, she could feel her age catch up with her. Four and forty. Her father had never reached such an age. He died years before even forty summers, he was a mere five and thirty. All these times, she could feel in her bones.

“Don’t bite your lip too much.” Elmo Tully reminded her softly. Mellara blinked, watching him stand in front of her at the edge of the steps. “You’ll wound yourself.”

“I will not.” She says, reaching her hand to him. He snorts as he takes her hand.

“You always say this and yet, you do.” He whispers to his wife, gently squeezing her hands. “Aegon will be fine. He has survived half a hundred battles, war even. He shall come home to us.”

The wind prickled at her eyes.

The salt of the sea intervened.

Her lilac eyes suddenly felt wet.

“I thought you were with the children.” She changes the topic. “Playing and all that, grandfather.”

He rolls his eyes, causing her to grin. “I was, but I was going to grab the other one, so he can watch with me.”

Mellara shook her head, laughing. “You won’t be able to drag Daemon out of there, you know.”

“He’s too much in his head again, he needs to be toned down.”

She shook her head. “You wish for him to throttle you?”

Elmo laughed. “He may try.”

“Targaryens are restless, husband. Stubborn more so. I am certain he will throw you off the sea if you interfere with him.”

“I managed to gather our good-daughter from gloom and now she’s laughing at the antics of the children.” Elmo released a smirk from his lips, the shine of mischievous Tully eyes gleamed at her. “See for yourself!”

Mellara felt her eyes widened, moving her body to seek the sight of the beach. The children were running around across the sandbeds. Wooden swords were in the hands of Jace and Baelon, calling each other silly names as they threw hits with ample strength. Her own Tully boys were laughing loudly, making bets Rhaenyra sat by the foundation of rocky cliffs thrust across the sandy plains, young Joffrey in her lap singing songs.

Rhaena held her dress upwards slightly as she and Daena ran across the retreating seafoam, young Luke chasing after them with soft calls. It made the princess miss Baela much more than she already did. Such a scene made her yearn for her son just as much as she took in the air of morn. She had wished that even her own mother was here, reveling in the peace that she had worked so hard for. Even with her yearning, Mellara could feel her lips twist in a small, genuine smile.

She had dreamt of days like these. Days where jovial days reigned over their family, she had longed for it too well. Taking in the breeze of the cold sea’s embrace, Mellara Targaryen could only gaze at the open sky. The same sky she had seen hundreds of times on dragonback, lurking at the wonder that could only be a miracle. The same skies she had been born into, the same skies she had lived life through this long life thus far.

Mellara could only whisper a word of thanks to the fourteen flames, the gods who had always guided her, consoled her. The gods that had brought some small relief to her family at such a tough time. Mellara nodded, her smile widening even further as she heard her good-daughter call to her, smiling as she and baby Joffrey waved at her. A bubbling laughter released from her.

“Do not doubt me now, wife.” Elmo whips a finger in the air. “I’ll get that fool down here and we’ll sing you a greeting. Complete what we have of our family so far.”

She nodded at him, happy.

He presses a kiss on her check.

“Happy name - day, wife.”

She grins.

The more men they lost, the more men they replaced them with. The more ships they burn, the more they bring reinforcing sails upon the shore. It was endless. He hated it. The soaring heat of dragonflame engulfed the already barren lands as they flew past, the Velaryon men cheering as the remaining men of the Triarchy retreated in the safety of the stone caverns across the rocky plains. It was always haunting, to have to watch it even from afar. It did not matter to Aegon if they were enemy company. It did not bring him joy to see it all happen before his eyes. Yet he must. There was no other way.

He is after all a dragon, and this is how dragons defend themselves. How dragons win. The heat was excruciating, melting each and every flesh it touched into rotten ash. The smell of it all was worse to him, as though it was endless nauseating leather burning putridly. It passed through his nose as he circled through, watching the massacre he had created through dragonfire. But there was no turning back. This was duty. This was war. And he knew that. He knew that too well. Aegon Blackmace hissed as he held his reins tightly, Aelyx soaring slightly higher as the screaming continued.

He soared too lowly, he knew and so did Aelyx.

Aelyx screeches as more dragonfire is sung.

Flame eagerly releases with horrific vigor.

Aelyx shrieked as he watched the clouds rise with them, as if she sensed something. Aegon leaned forward, holding Aelyx's hand as she soared over the little base of awkward boulders heaped on top of each other. He took a long breath, as if to reassure himself that everything would be fine. That things will go according to plan. Yet, something within him had been telling him something. He could not point it out, he could not think to say it. He was exhausted, as was Aelyx. But this was not something they could not handle. They had gone through this before. He worries for naught most days. Aelyx is a veteran of many battles, hardened by the years of fighting as she grew massively through endless years alongside him.

It shall all be well, just like all days.

He allows his hand to pet the beast further, cooing at her silently as she breathed fire on the open caverns, burning the metal combining the flesh of men like burning candles. Urging Aelyx, they took flight once more. Aelyx let her wings guide her through the wind like battered shields against the thrust of a hundred blades. Arrows pelted her skin, but they did not affect her. She turned her head, her crown spurned with majesty as she gleamed them with dragonflame once more, fleeing men staggering with fear and back within the caverns.

“That is enough.” He whispered in his native tongue. “Come, my love. Back, now.”

Aelyx sang back to him, as though agreeing with him.

Aegon patted her thankfully.

It was a mistake.

He knew it was.

Yet he did nothing.

Aegon Blackmace screamed.

Aelyx screeched in pain.

A scorpion bolt in her eye.

Aegon Blackmace felt his eyes shatter wide with horror as he reached towards the reins. The air feels like a thousand shattering daggers piercing through his body as Aelyx spun, fear in her eyes as she tries to regain control. Aegon hissed as he pulled and pulled at the leather reins, his hands starting to turn red. Blood danced against the wind, gushing through the pelt of her rider’s armor. All the sudden the color of his own flesh was scarlet skies on the sunset.

As though like a hurricane, his she-beast spun through panicked in pain. The strangled cries were what made him feel his heart break. She screamed with dragonfire, hitting everywhere through the punching air. He gritted his teeth as he started to whisper prayers in his mind. He whispered a prayer for his men, that they would come out of this alive. He prayed for a quick death, one where his bones would still be intact for his family. He swallowed heavily. His family.

The thought of Rhaenyra’s soft smiles, her loving warmth, her stubbornness. His father’s stern nature, his sharp wit, his deep laughter. His mother’s affection, her devotion, her grace. His heart turned heavier at the thought of the children, their innocence would be shattered at another death. He felt the tears pierce through his cheeks painfully as he bit his lips tightly. He could see the men screaming, some of them were rushing towards the sight of him. Aegon shook his head as he placed both hands on Aelyx, as though he was embracing her. As though he was thanking her. As though he was telling her to let go. Telling her that he was with her till the end of it all.

“I am not leaving you, good girl.” He promises her in High Valyrian, one last time. “We’ll go together. As we always have.”

He closed his eyes.

Bracing for it all.

'Forgive me, Rhaenyra.’

#daemon targaryen x oc #rhaenyra targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #house targaryen #targaryen #house velaryon #dragonstone #stepstones

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I See Paradise | Anita B. AU

Chapter 3: Recovering Bachelor

Warning: Strong language, themes related to WW2 (talk of holocaust and antisemitism), mention of death and violence.

(I See Paradise Masterlist)

The days following the fight were like torture, Eden couldn't stop crying, she did her best to throw herself into work, but her mind was elsewhere, every day that he didn't come, she would lose a little more hope until there was none left.

One day, as she was about to close, one more person walked into the shop. It was Anita, carrying a piece of paper and a sad smile on her face:

"Hey, aunt Eden," she gave her a hug. "I haven't seen you anymore. What happened?"

"Well, Eli and I had a fight. I'm sorry, I should've-"

"That's why he's so sad?"

"He is?"

"Very. Every day he comes from work, barely touches his food, and goes to bed right away, lays in there for hours, doesn't even talk."

"Oh, that is... Has he mentioned me?"

"No, he is just very upset."

"Did he send you here?"

"I came because I made you something," Anita handed Eden the piece of paper, it was a drawing of a landscape. "It's the view from my room in Budapest, I thought you might miss home like I do."

"Aw, that is so sweet, thank you!" she kissed the top of the girl's head. "I love it. Why don't you sit down, I'll get you something to eat, alright?"

After Anita ate, Eden insisted on walking her home, it was

getting dark and she imagined it would be scary for a girl who had been through so much already walking alone at night.

Eli was looking out the window when he saw the two girls approaching the house. His heart leaped in his chest and before he even realized it, he was running downstairs to meet them. Anita walked in just as he was coming out.

"Eden," he called, but she turned around to leave. "Please, dove, listen to me."

"Why? So you can keep telling me how much you don't love me?"

"Who told you that?"

"You did. You said you don't want to marry me, which is your right, you can make your own choices, I just wish I knew that before."

"You don't understand how I feel..." Eli shook his head. It was true that at first all he wanted was to sleep with her, but after spending all the time together, getting to know her, it wasn't so simple anymore.

"I don't? I was engaged too before the war! My fiancé was the sweetest man I've ever met, he was everything to me. We were getting married in November 1939, when he turned 18, but before we could, he was shot. In broad daylight, in the middle of the street, I saw everything from my window," Eden's voice trembled with the painful memory, a few tears rolling down her face. "So don't you say I don't know how you feel! I know exactly how you feel!"

"I promised myself I would never love another woman again, not in this world full of disgusting people who kill someone just because they believe in something."

"The thing is, I also thought I would never love another man, but I did! I fell in love with you and I thought we could be happy together, but that's not what you want and I'm tired of wasting my time trying to change your mind."

"Don't you think I love you too?" Eli nearly whispered, trying to hold back his tears. "I hate myself for loving you, because I feel like I'm dishonoring her memory. I tried not to love you, I tried to think of you as just a face, just a body... But you are not, you are kind, caring, and dedicated. You treated me like she used to, you offered me everything even though I am a bitter shadow of the man I was before."

"Do you really think going around sleeping with a bunch of women is honoring her memory? Do you think she would like the person you became?"

"Not even I like the person I became, the only one who does is you and I ruined it."

"I know this world isn't good, I know people are cruel, but does that mean we can't be happy when we are lucky enough to find something nice?"

"You deserve someone better than me, Edenle," Eli whispered with a sad smile.

"I know, but what can I do? You're the only one I want, you dummkopf!"

"Why is that, miss hitsiger?" he tried to remain serious though he wanted to laugh.

"Because I see in your eyes this man you think is dead, he's just sleeping. You are a good person, Eli, you just need to get over all this anger and resentment. The war is over, this life is the best we have, it's all we have, so why not try to be happy at least?"

"I need time," he sighed, sobering. "I do love you, but I need time."

"If you truly love me, I will wait. Because I am a fool like that..."

"You are not a fool," Eli put his fingers under her chin to make her look up at him. "You are just way too good for this world, way too good for me. You are paradise, and I'm a dummkopf who doesn't know how to appreciate it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I think everyone needs a little time right now, we are all grieving, we are all still suffering. And I don't think it ends with us, our children, and the children of our children, and their children too. I don't know if we'll ever truly be able to get over it."

"Can we just go back to the way we used to be? I won't pressure you, I won't do anything you don't want me to, I just can't stay away from you, dove."

"Yes, that would be nice," Eden kissed his cheek softly.

"Are you going to the Synagogue for Purim next weekend?"

"Of course, Rav Jacob would kill me if I didn't," she laughed. "Besides, I love Purim. I remember being a kid and putting on my costume, dancing around with my parents..."

"Me too, Aaron and I always broke into the kitchen the night before to steal hamantaschen," he chuckled.

"Once a naughty boy, always a naughty boy," Eden pinched his cheek playfully.

"Would you like to go with me? As my girlfriend?"

"I would like that."

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"I'll close up in a second," Eden smiled at her boyfriend while her last client was paying. "Thank you, Tevye"

"Thank you, dear," the man left under Eli's disapproving look.

"Edenle," he called.

"Yes?" she didn't look up from the register as she counted her money before locking it.

"I don't like the way that bastard was looking at you."

"He was just buying some kugel..."

"He called you dear," he furrowed his thick eyebrows angrily. "You don't know Tevye, but when we were little he would always do that sort of thing! He's a khazer!"

"It's just a term of endearment, doesn't mean anything, he's just a regular customer."

"But you're mine!" Eli growled, pinning Eden against the wall. "My Edenle."

"You say that like I am a record player," she laughed. "I might be yours, but I'm not your possession."

"You're still mine," he smirked, kissing her neck. "Right?"

"Yes, Eli, you have nothing to worry about, but let's get to the Synagogue before things get out of hand," she tried not to think about the shivers those kisses sent down her spine.

Things had been going fine for the couple, Eden was happy with giving Eli some time to recover from everything that happened. Eli was definitely being more respectful and wasn't trying to get under her skirt all the time. All that happiness made Anita, Aaron, and Jacob very proud, but Monika was always fuming.

She couldn't stand watching Eli being so loving to this scrawny little nobody, she couldn't stand how everyone seemed to like this girl, even her own husband, even her own son, and especially Anita. Monika felt sick to her stomach every time her niece would run to Eden's arms and cheerfully greet her, calling her aunt...

"Daisy! You look especially beautiful today," Aaron kissed the back of Eden's hand as they all settled down for the prayers. "My little brother has very good taste."

"Thank you, Aaron," she giggled.

"Aunt Eden," Anita called. "This is my friend David, we work together."

"So you are the famous David..." she smiled, shooting Eli a wink. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," the young man smiled.

"Aren't they a cute couple?" she whispered.

"I suppose they are..." Eli rolled his eyes fondly.

Eden tried to focus on the service, but she couldn't take her eyes away from her boyfriend, he looked so handsome. She thought it was silly that he got jealous earlier, but part of her really liked that he did. It meant that he cared about her.

It wasn't until the Rabbi finished reading Esther 7:6, that she snapped back to reality as she heard 'Haman' followed by Eli's high-pitched howl and the entire Synagogue started vibrating with everyone stomping the wooden floor and whistling loudly.

Eli wrinkled his nose in the most adorable manner, clapping enthusiastically to match her energy. She huffed a laugh, that was her favorite part, it always made her feel like a little kid again.

Before she knew, Rav Jacob was singing and everyone was jumping around. Eden nearly cried remembering her father, that was his favorite holiday... She was about to ask Eli if he would like to dance, when she noticed he was already gone, dancing with Monika.

"Would you join me?" Aaron offered his arm like the gentleman he was.

"Of course," she tried not to show her disappointment.

Eden took his hand and they spun around. He didn't seem too bothered about the fact that his wife was dancing with his brother, but she couldn't stop looking for Eli in the crowd, a gut feeling telling her that something was wrong.

"Didn't you get tired of that ginger scarecrow yet?" Monika dragged Eli to the corner.

"What?" he grimaced. "You mean Eden?"

"Yes, you never even looked my way since she showed up."

"I like her," he muttered, looking around to make sure they weren't being watched.

"You don't like anyone, you are just playing around like you always do, but I like it better when you play around with me."

"Maybe that's all you can see in me, but she can see so much more. I guess it's time to grow up, hah? Be a man and commit."

"This has to be a joke..."

"Well, it's not! I love Eden, she's the one I should be dancing with," he tried to leave, but was surprised by the sight of his girlfriend spinning in the arms of his brother.

Before he could react, Monika pulled him with both hands by his blazer and kissed him, hoping that would make him finally want her again.

"Get away from me!" Eli pushed her. "What in hell is wrong with you? Meshuggeneh..." he mumbled, stumbling back into the crowd.

It took him a while to collect himself, frantically running his fingers through his curls and trying to remind himself to breathe as he looked for his girlfriend everywhere.

"Have you seen Eden?" Eli asked Anita when the service ended.

"No, I haven't seen her since you got here," the girl frowned.

"Hey! Have you seen Eden?" he turned to his brother, still a little upset that he was dancing with her, but he was sure there was an explanation for that.

"She left about ten minutes ago, she wasn't feeling well."

Eli didn't think twice before running to her house, his chest feeling heavy like a boulder. He didn't know what was worse: the fact that she was dancing with another man, or the fact that Monika had thrown herself at him like that in front of everyone.

"Dove! Edenle!" he shouted as soon as he arrived. "Are you alright, my love? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"Go away!" she cried, tears running down her face as she leaned over, opening the window. "Before I dump a bucket of boiling water on you!"

"Go away? Why?"

"Because you are disgusting! I wish I never met you, you like to talk about other men, but you are the real khazer!"

"You say you love me and then dance around with my brother, how do you want me to feel?"

Hearing those words made Eden explode in a rage and she ran down the stairs to give him another well deserved slap.

"You were the one who left me alone to dance with Monika!" she shoved Eli. "Not to mention that you kissed her! And don't tell me it didn't happen, I saw you!"

"I didn't kiss her, she kissed me!"

"What difference does it make?" Eden screamed. "You let her..."

"I didn't want to kiss her, she took me by surprise, I was telling her how much I love you."

"And you expect me to believe that? I might love you, but I'm not stupid! I bet you say that to every girl, you don't have feelings, you are a monster!"

"I never said you were stupid, my darling. Monika fancies me, she always has, and I hate to admit that at some point I fancied her too and I did things that I'm not proud of, but not anymore. Not after you came into my life."

"I can't believe you."

"Besides everyone kisses everyone at Purim, you know that. She was probably drunk and-"

"Oh, so if I kissed your brother you'd be just fine with that, would you?"

"No! Of course not!" Eli reacted exasperated.

"How do you want me to trust you?"

"I know I don't deserve it, but I'm begging you!" he dropped to his knees on the verge of tears, past caring about his suit. "You're the only good thing I have left, you're the only thing in my life that makes it worth living. I swear, I didn't kiss her, I pulled away from her, I told her I don't like her."

"Stop!"

"I swear on anything you want, Edenle, I swear on my life! I swear on my mother's grave, that I love you and only you."

"How am I supposed to know you are telling me the truth?"

"That's not how I imagined this moment would go..." he groaned.

"What moment?"

"Eden Chava Haimovitz," Eli took her hand. "Will you marry me?"

She opened and closed her mouth several times, but no sound would come out, she couldn't believe that was actually happening, especially in those conditions.

"So? Do you wanna marry me?" he swallowed nervously.

"Yes..." Eden replied still in shock. "Yes!"

"Thank God," Eli sighed relieved, pulling her in for a kiss. "I thought I lost you."

"You are absolutely crazy, you know that?"

"Crazy for you," he pressed his forehead to hers. "How about we get a drink to celebrate? It's Purim night after all..."

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Hi bestie! It’s officially your birth month 🥳 (it’s super cool that you get the spooky month as your birth month, I’m incredibly jealous) and you did ask for people to talk about songs or just our fave idiots in love which I’m more than happy to oblige.

First on song recs (I haven’t gotten around to looking at the playlist yet, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll give it a look but I’m actually typing this while on a break from crocheting an entire cardigan as a present for my friend’s birthday and it’s eating up all my free time. Plz send bandaids for my fingers 😵‍💫) but Like Real People Do by Hozier screams the cute dummies so well I’m my head. It’s just so dreamy and sweet and ugh I have to link one of my favorite songs to my kiddos. Also, This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory is definitely something I hear and go “it’s tHEM” so yeah ☺️ (honorable mention to one of my most played songs of the year Simple Things by Ziggy Alberts but it’s not completely perfect. I just love it and I’m a sucker for cute love songs and thinking of ideas to do with my ships even if they exist only in a fic)

And I could talk about the big dumb idiots (I love them so much-) all day without pause. I think about them a lot ngl especially when I’d rather be reading on tumblr than doing other things. I genuinely get excited when I get notifications for your account. I’m fairly softhearted so they really fuel my serotonin with all the fluff. I actually started reading the series way before I got into anything in the Star Wars franchise (I legit just watched my first Star Wars movie a couple weeks ago. My nerd parents have been disappointed by me for the past 22 years oops-) because it was in my recommended on my main page and it looked promising so I gave it a shot. I love the relationships and chemistry you’ve given them and I fall into the headspace of actually having a Mando in my life while reading (I seriously wish I did, I mean look at him) and while I’m not a fan of kids, my heart just melts at the sight of Grogu so them coparenting him makes me smile until my cheeks hurt. I swear it’s so cute and sweet, I can’t handle it.

I adore you and you’re such a joy to talk to, you’re probably the nicest person I’ve met online and I enjoy our convos so much. Happy birth month, I hope every day is filled to the brim with only the best things and ideas and vibes! You deserve it 💛

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 <—- Okay, but no really, this is the face I was making while reading this.

Thank you! Oh man, I’m not all into the spooky part, but I absolutely love Fall, it’s my favorite season I think.

Absolutely no problem that you haven’t listened to it, I haven’t even linked the second one yet. Oh my gosh, I would send you all the bandaids! I can crochet a rope, and that’s it! 😆😂🤣 I’m jealous…. 👀

Oh my gosh, I LOVE all those songs, I’ll add them! Simple Things is 🤌🏻👌🏻 because it makes me think of how all the reader really wanted (and is fascinated by) is stuff on various planets, like the ocean, and all Din wants is to make that happen, to make her smile, because it makes his day a little brighter when she does. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Perfect song is perfect. (I almost exclusively think, “How could I fic this?” when I hear songs lol! So I get it.)

You say the nicest things…. ☺️😊 Thank you, and I’m glad you are enjoying my idiots as much as I am. And I’m honored to be your SW intro. It’s a blaster shot right to my nerd heart that became obsessed with SW when I think I was 12 if not younger. Which movie did you see? (I was on your recommended page??? 👀 👀 👀 👀) You’re the second person to say that I’ve made them look at Din differently, and Grogu, and that makes my writers heart so extremely full and happy. 😁😄

Thank you! 🥹🥹

Again, this is honestly one of the nicest messages I think I have gotten in my many years on this hell site, and I completely screamed and flailed and just stared at my phone when I read it. Thank you for making my day, and I hope the rest of yours is utter fantasticness. (It’s a word. Because I said so. There.)

#i said something #back to you #sometimes people talk to me #my bday month #how do i encounter such amazing people

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Book Recommendations: National Poetry Month

Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart by Alice Walker

Presented in both English and Spanish, Alice Walker shares a timely collection of nearly seventy works of passionate and powerful poetry that bears witness to our troubled times, while also chronicling a life well-lived. From poems of painful self-inquiry, to celebrating the simple beauty of baking frittatas, Walker offers us a window into her magical, at times difficult, and liberating world of activism, love, hope and, above all, gratitude. Whether she’s urging us to preserve an urban paradise or behold the delicate necessity of beauty to the spirit, Walker encourages us to honor the divine that lives inside all of us and brings her legendary free verse to the page once again, demonstrating that she remains a revolutionary poet and an inspiration to generations of fans.

Promises of Gold by José Olivarez

In this groundbreaking collection of poems, José Olivarez explores every kind of love—self, brotherly, romantic, familial, cultural. Grappling with the contradictions of the American Dream with unflinching humanity, he lays bare the ways in which “love is complicated by forces larger than our hearts.”

Whether readers enter this collection in English or via the Spanish translation by poet David Ruano, these extraordinary poems are sure to become beloved for their illuminations of life—and love.

Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

How else do we return to ourselves but to fold The page so it points to the good part

In this deeply intimate second poetry collection, Ocean Vuong searches for life among the aftershocks of his mother’s death, embodying the paradox of sitting within grief while being determined to survive beyond it. Shifting through memory, and in concert with the themes of his novel On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Vuong contends with personal loss, the meaning of family, and the cost of being the product of an American war in America. At once vivid, brave, and propulsive, Vuong’s poems circle fragmented lives to find both restoration as well as the epicenter of the break.

Water I Won’t Touch by Kayleb Rae Candrilli

Both radically tender and desperate for change, Water I Won't Touch is a life raft and a self-portrait, concerned with the vitality of trans people living in a dangerous and inhospitable landscape. Through the brambles of the Pennsylvania forest to a stretch of the Jersey Shore, in quiet moments and violent memories, Kayleb Rae Candrilli touches the broken earth and examines the whole in its parts. Written during the body's healing from a double mastectomy--in the wake of addiction and family dysfunction--these ambitious poems put new form to what's been lost and gained. Candrilli ultimately imagines a joyful, queer future: a garden to harvest, lasting love, the insistent flamboyance of citrus.

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EA, OUR SECOND CHANCE

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0. Introduction

« For each of you We have made laws, and a structure; and had God willed, He would have made you all one nation, but He tests you with what He has given you; so strive to do good. » – Quran 5:48

« ... I think the end result is that the closer you come to true freedom of association, the closer you get to a world where everyone is a member of more or less the community they deserve. That would be a pretty unprecedented bit of progress. » – Scott Alexander, Archipelago and Atomic Communitarianism, 2014

Three hundred years have passed since we've last heard of Earth.

We don't know where to look or listen in the night sky, and all our radiotelescopes haven't caught so much as a whisper from any direction. As far as we can tell, every single human that lives, lives here on Ea, where the starship brought us so many generations ago. And when one considers the state of our former planet at the time of our departure, this statement is likely to be true in the most literal sense.

We don't even know how far it traveled, or in what direction. How many centuries did it spend cruising through the void with its irreplaceable cargo, before its thousand sensors told it of the presence of an Earth-like planet in this corner of the galaxy? The navigation centers, consumed by the rigors of space, were of little use; and once the pods descended on the parched surface, quickly sacrificed by the travellers to survive those first terrible years, the starship was a distant concern. For centuries it hovered silently over Ea, burning red at dawn and sunset, shining with reflected light in the night-time, watching over us as it had during our long sleep.

But this is no cause for sadness; as much as our ancestors loved their green world, we have found reason to love our own red one.

We know much about Earth, of course – we saved the records, the documents, the encyclopedias, the art catalogues. We know about the Sun, the Moon, and Mars. We know about the Sahara, the Amazon, and the Great Barrier Reef. We know about elephants, whale sharks, and hummingbirds. We know about Jesus, Buddha, and Muhammad. We know about Napoleon, Hitler, and Genghis Khan. But few of us know Earth, the world that was. Very few, those ten thousand who first stumbled out on the yellow sands of Ea, still dazed from cryopreservation – or the even fewer who remain, some living quietly in unknown corners of the planet, some guiding our societies with their peerless wisdom.

We had hoped that none of the tragedies of Earth would repeat. Yet before the pod shields had cooled we began to argue about the best way to live, and words quickly gave way to weapons. The most honorable solution we found was to part ways with each other: there was a whole planet to fill, beautiful and untouched, and we were few, then. People were allowed to pick what sort of society they would rather join, and eventually great nations formed. Some built themselves a paradise of earthly pleasures, others find fulfillment in industry and creation; some placed their trust in the Creator of all worlds, others sharpen their minds to carve truth out of confusion; some find comfort in the protection of a wise leader or in the provisions of bountiful nature, others take pride in tracing their own path in the world.

Most of us, sitting here, remember well the horrors of the Planetary War. But a greater number of us, I hope, remember the promise we've all made afterward. Seven powers shall share this world as equals, each managing its domain after its own conscience, each agreeing to let the others do the same.

We may not know Earth anymore, but we have begun knowing Ea. Much of it we have lost, replaced with what we remember of Earth. This was a cold and arid place, we were told; so we blasted apart the polar caps, drilled boreholes through the crust, and scattered to the wind all sorts of seeds, spores, and eggs, to make it more like the world that was. We were anxious to overcome the new challenges, from the ruthless global winter to the marine eruptions that troubled our fleets. We were adrift and alone, and we clung to whatever reminded us most of home. Only recently we've started truly to appreciate the world that is. The world of red forests and blue flesh, the world of floating jungles and living stones that once baffled us so much. This too was a mistake of our forefathers; this too is a pledge to do better.

Here we are on Ea, second planet from Utu, our second chance, perhaps not yet definitively wasted. We have all made a leap of faith through the unknown, searching for the deepest unity of our species, for a responsible place in the universe, for a deeper understanding of the cosmos we share, to pursue growth and excellence, to experience happiness without compromise, to exercise our capacity to live and create, to honor the memory of our ancestors; any of these things, and all together, depending on what is in our heart and our mind.

Let us toast these three centuries of life, then, and let the next ones be better still.

– First Speaker Irene Järvinen, address to the Planetary Assembly, Landing Point; opening toast for the Third Centenary (300 AL)

(> On to Part 1: Utu’s solar system)

The project's gallery on DeviantArt The original thread on the SpecEvo Forum The secondary thread of the Alternate History forum

#ea our second chance #speculative biology #speculative evolution #xenobiology #future history #my work

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Discovering Saipan: A Journey Through the Enchanting Tropics

In the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean lies an island paradise that often escapes the attention of mainstream tourism: Saipan. Tucked away in the Northern Mariana Islands, this tropical gem offers a haven for travelers seeking an authentic and immersive experience. From pristine beaches and historical landmarks to cultural treasures and outdoor adventures, Saipan beckons with its hidden gems waiting to be explored.

Unveiling Pristine Beaches

Saipan's coastline is a masterpiece of nature, boasting some of the most breathtaking beaches in the world. Picture-perfect scenes greet visitors at every turn, with powdery white sands melting into crystal-clear waters. Micro Beach stands out as a beacon of tranquility among the island's many coastal wonders. Its gentle waves and serene atmosphere make it an ideal spot for swimming, snorkeling, or simply basking in the sun.

For those searching for seclusion, Forbidden Island Beach offers an escape into solitude. Accessible only by boat, this secluded cove promises a paradise away from the crowds. As visitors wade through the shallow waters and feel the soft sand beneath their feet, they can't help but be mesmerized by the raw beauty of nature surrounding them.

Tracing History's Footsteps

Saipan's history is as rich as its natural beauty, with echoes of the past reverberating through its ancient landmarks. One such site is the Last Command Post atop Banzai Cliff, a solemn reminder of the island's turbulent past during World War II. Here, visitors can pay homage to the fallen and reflect on the sacrifices for freedom.

Another historical treasure is the House of Taga, an archaeological site steeped in legend and lore. Amidst the remnants of ancient Chamorro civilization, visitors can marvel at the towering stone pillars that stand as silent sentinels of a bygone era. Exploring these ruins offers a glimpse into the island's indigenous heritage and the resilience of its people.

Immersing in Cultural Delights

Saipan's cultural landscape is a tapestry woven from diverse influences, reflecting centuries of history and tradition. Visiting the American Memorial Park is a must to delve deeper into the island's cultural heritage. Through interactive exhibits and educational programs, visitors can gain insight into Saipan's role in shaping history and honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice.

For a taste of local flavor, the Thursday Night Street Market is a feast for the senses. Here, visitors can sample authentic Chamorro cuisine, browse handmade crafts, and soak in the vibrant atmosphere of live music and cultural performances. As the aroma of grilled seafood fills the air and the sounds of laughter mingle with the night breeze, it's easy to feel immersed in the spirit of Saipan.

Embracing Outdoor Adventures

Adventure awaits around every corner in Saipan, beckoning thrill-seekers and nature lovers alike. With its rugged terrain and lush landscapes, the island offers endless opportunities for outdoor exploration. Hikers can traverse scenic trails leading to hidden waterfalls, ancient caves, and panoramic ocean vistas.

Water enthusiasts will find no shortage of activities, from snorkeling and scuba diving to kayaking and paddleboarding. The vibrant coral reefs that fringe the island teem with marine life, offering a kaleidoscope of colors beneath the waves; for those seeking an adrenaline rush, jet skiing, parasailing, and windsurfing provide the perfect dose of excitement against Saipan's stunning scenery.

Saipan, A Treasure Trove of Wonders

In the heart of the Pacific lies a hidden paradise waiting to be discovered. Saipan's untamed beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture make it a destination. Whether you're lounging on a secluded beach, exploring ancient ruins, or embarking on outdoor adventures, the charms of Saipan are bound to leave a lasting impression. So pack your bags, set sail for adventure, and uncover the enchanting wonders of this tropical paradise. Your journey to Saipan awaits promising memories that will last a lifetime.

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When you love someone with all your heart in matrimony you teach them to love whom and what you love; not to hate the beloveds that laid down your life for you. Kings don't sell moms if they want to succeed in Eternal Cosmic realms. They tread lightly around every mothers heart as if she has a bouquet of flowers growing from it emitting greatest fragrance regardless of reality. Humanity stinks- we all shit daily- but glimmer of God is ever present in natural born humans. I'm concerned about retardation of biology at @neuralink-api-official @teslamotorsblog @teslamodel3 Sweatshops. How could Chinese concentration camps be any better than Gaza or American Apartheid. Censorship w/ x ray like shadowbans and data rape on @x is worse than ever before. It's the piggy political ap for hooking to Mars. Gross. Who wants to be in a Spaceship with bugged up cancerous capitalistic monsters? Not I. They need to cleanse- not Robot AI up on stolenbcholdren, moms, body parts and political war drafts. My family supported Democrats my whole life and they suck. Then my dad, brother and X meme freak Dr. Sunil switched to #Trumpleberry hookers. I really think they're all sold out due to military contracts. Moms can't marry Janes Bond because they just screw over moms and rob her. It's an outdated model. I was hoping Elon could come through with me and be a divine co-parent. That's what his kids, mom and I hold for him. Prayers and support so he's confident and brave enough to serve our mothers with honor. It'll be so hot won't it if he walks his talk today? Sad to see everyone turn on @elonmuskparody & @taylorswifts13 canceling them in real time for their high IQ. I'm sorry. I really thought #eloning could have potential to bring paradise but 7 million Jews want to beat their "Whale" to death in sex slavery and tell us not to cry about their Apartheid isolation warlocks that won't allow our Physicists true love. They all miss me. Even my x wanted me back. I prefer Elon. I hope he's not a Stephan Hawkings shadow of himself after Airforce experimentation from Canadian hookers. Why don't we have higher standards? He could've been a king. My son still has potential. Please release him & Anjali now. Twitter court failed- not moms. Get the attys to the border recycling junk on tin art fence. Could you post us daily updates? My brother Haydn Huntley prints 3d digital printers for your astronauts to build rockets. You could melt some of the junk but I like old automobile parts and it will be a lovelybcountrywide tribute to your contribution at Tesla as we dissolve our equity and end with #Cybertruck finale for #Moms - shoot a successful rocket after that. We're going for quality of life in Mars with best #Eloning #Vastu Architecture and need model villages here for every launch. Give $100m to each queen- then shoot a rocket- and curb all outflow to hookers. If they want a mommy cybertruck they need to telk me their whole story at [email protected] - we don't go behind moms back when she has a contractual project- presents- promises- in contract on X. That was defamation for attys to kink up X with smears hiring Eastern European hookers to build AI. It's an international trafficking scam in WW3. Does anyone want to pleasure another Jewish atty or judge? No. We're all the @himym-life-lessons kids raped? That's how pedophilia must've crept into our family. My cousin James Mahoney's dad Jim was an atty and James was born in '63 like my brother but he was pimped to Army and sold his step son to them as a small child to groom him to be a rockstar gigolo whore. They break womans hearts to sell them to incarceration. I heard @taylorswift was caged after football team "f'd" over her man with hookers. Is Elon caged too? ): #4BillionMothersStrong #Eloning #KidsHome #Cybertrucks #Cybermoms #Peace #O

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God created us with the intention of making us in His image. He intended for the Earth to be for man – male and female – to enjoy and to prosper, serving and glorifying Him in the process. At the beginning of time, before the Fall, there was no pain or suffering. Mankind was left to flourish, multiply, and enjoy the best of what God had created for them. God created us with love. He has loved us from the beginning of time and He actually intended for us to be perfect and live a perfect life of fulfillment. The work that mankind was required to do was work that He enjoyed. Everything in the Garden of Eden was self-sustaining. There was ample food for all to enjoy. Mankind and animals great and small were at peace with one another. Everything was perfect.

When you read chapters 1 and 2 in The Book of Genesis, you have a glance at the amazing life that God had planned out us. He had created a perfect world – a world that He considered good. He did not intend to enjoy this creation on His own. He created us so that we could enjoy it with Him and praise and glorify Him for it all. God created a harmonious world, free of strife and sorrow. There were no sicknesses, no death, no wars, and no evil. Everything was how it was meant to be. After the Fall, God did not turn His back on mankind. He could have chosen to wipe everyone out and start again like He had done with The Great Flood, sparing only Noah and his family and the animals, but He could not do that. The love He had for mankind was too much for Him to break His promise. Instead, He came up with a redemption plan that came in the form of our LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ. While we may not be able to live in that paradise right now, a time will come where we will. When Jesus Christ returns, we who are saved and spiritually reborn as believers and followers of Christ and children of God, will live eternally in His Kingdom of Heaven and the New Earth and in new, glorified bodies – Free of all evil, death, pain, and sorrow. Until then, we must hold fast to the LORD God Almighty and His Truth and promises and root our faith and hope in Him. May He give us the peace and endurance we need each day, and may He use this time to help us grow in His wisdom and strength and to grow in our walk and relationship with Him. May He make us more into the person that He not only created us to us to be, but called us to be from the very beginning.

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for securing a place for all true Christian believers as followers of Christ and spiritually reborn children of God in His eternal Kingdom. Each day, the sun rises and its light and warmth, and the Holy Bible gives us a glimpse of the promised eternity to come. May we continue to walk in the love and light of Christ with our heads held high and our eyes on the finish line. May we lead others to His Gospel Truth and to His light as well throughout this journey with Him. Let us all humble ourselves before God daily, asking Him to forgive us and to strength and teach us to view life through the lens of God and His promises. May He guard our hearts against Satan and the temptations of this world and our flesh. May He give us the peace to find full satisfaction in God and His peace and promises, so that we may live our lives daily in ways that honor and pleases Him. As we seek Him daily, may He reveal Himself to us through the words He has provided and use it to conform the desires of our heart to Him and His love and compassion and grace.

As true and spiritually reborn Christians, we love, trust and believe in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ. We choose to keep Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ first in our hearts and lives and all other worldly desires behind us. He extends salvation to everyone, and we want to show the world the freedom, hope and peace they can have in accepting and following Him. We must ask Him to help us grow spiritually in our relationship with Him and strengthen us and the bonds of love that He has given us, so that our unity may glorify and testify to His power and goodness. Thank Him for calling us to faith and imparting us with salvation and righteousness. May He empower us to live in His will and righteousness, so that we may testify to His soul-saving power as our faith carries us past all doubt, fear, and failure. May He grant us the grace to forgive others who have wronged us, and the humility to seek forgiveness where we have caused strife. May we follow and serve God daily with love, trust, awe and wonder. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ strengthen our faith, lift our spirits, protect our hearts, and show us opportunities to help bring others to Him and His Gospel Truth daily. May we do this duty boldly, humbly and faithfully. Seek, follow and trust in the LORD God Almighty always! To God be all the honor and praise and glory!

We must come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with sincere hearts to ask forgiveness and follow Him and His Holy Word and Spirit always. We praise Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the mercy He bestows upon us and we are grateful for His grace and mercy and infinite blessings. By surrendering our hearts and our lives to His will, we see all the blessings He has bestowed upon us. God our refuge and our salvation and our constant provider. We lift our voices to Him in praise for His steadfast love, mercy and understanding. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ open our minds and hearts more and more to perceive and embrace Him and His truths. May He help us to find time to pray and read and study the Holy Bible daily and to find power in prayer, praying according to His Holy Word and will. May He help us to come to Him in true repentance and with faith in Him and His grace and merciful nature. May He give us the grace, courage and strength we need to walk with Him and do His will daily. May He teach us to watch our words when we pray to Him and to speak reverently and rightly. May we continually ask God to transform our hearts and make us faithful and humble as we walk with Him daily. We must come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with honest, humble and repentant hearts. We must seek Him and His will and choose to follow Him all the days of our lives. May He help transform our hearts, help us to seek and live for Him above all else and to grow spiritually and build our faith and relationship with Him with each passing day. May He forgive our sinful nature and help us always make Him and our relationship with Him top priority.

As true and born-again Christians, we choose to walk in His righteous path and lead a life that is pleasing to Him. We desire Him and His will above anything else. We desire to walk in accordance with the love and light He has shown to us through His Holy Word and Spirit. We long for a deeper relationship with Him and a deeper fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ as well. When we fall into temptation and sin, we must turn to Him for forgiveness, strength and guidance. When believers learn to walk in accordance with God's Holy Word and Spirit, they have deeper fellowship with both God and one another. And the sin that could threaten to destroy that fellowship, if confessed (1 John 1:9), is covered in the blood of Jesus Christ and no longer a barrier between us and God. May we ask Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ to forgive us for any sins we have sinned this day or in days past. May we be faithful to Him and His Holy Word always. May He help us to walk more consistently in the light and to not neglect long to confess and forsake any sins that hinder our walk with Him. May He lead us in the direction He wants us to go so that we may seek and serve Him faithfully. God is holy and almighty and deserving of all praise honor and glory. We rejoice in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, knowing He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). He is the Alpha and the Omega (Revelation 1:8). May our hearts always be filled with thanksgiving and rejoicing. May He help us to praise Him freely and honestly like all believers who came before us. May we live a life that showcases our love and trust in Him and His Holy Word and Spirit as He uses us draw others to Him and His soul-saving Gospel Truth daily. May He continue guide, correct and protect us, so that we continue to grow in Him and not weaken and stray. May we all remain faithful to Him and to this duty and purpose He has called us to. Seek and put your faith and trust in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ and let Him do the rest. May He humble our hearts and help us focus on following and serving Him daily and helping others with joy and happiness. We lift our voices in praise to Him for His love, mercy, peace, faithfulness and grace - For EVERYTHING!

It is vital that we remain rooted in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit and that we live and walk as a beacon of His light and love and share and spread the Gospel Truth daily, so that the lost souls in this world can come to know Him and be saved. The more we focus on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, growing spiritually by building our relationship with Him, leaning on Him and His Holy Word and Spirit, the better off we will be. Thanks to this and our faith in Him, we know that everything will be alright. And we will forever be grateful to Him. As true and born-again Christians, we believe in Him and His Holy Word and we strive daily to walk in His Holy Spirit. We know though our mortal bodies should die, He will raise us up and into new and glorious bodies (The Rapture). We who are truly His and alive at His second coming will never die, and our bodies will be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, and so shall we ever be with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven forevermore (1 Corinthians 15:51-52, 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17). This is one of many promises given to us by God Himself. Thank God for His strength and guidance when we are faced with sin and temptation. Thank Him for His mercy and grace. Through Bible study and prayer, God reveals His wisdom and guides us to see opportunities to grow closer to Him and grow spiritually. He gives us direction to live our lives daily according to His will.

Jesus Christ is the ONLY way to Heaven (John 3:5, 14:6), the ONLY way to salvation (Acts 4:12, Ephesians 2:8-9) and He is the resurrection and the life (John 11:25-26). Jesus Christ the LORD of lords, the KING of kings, the GOD of gods (Deuteronomy 10:17, 1 Timothy 6:15, Revelation 17:14, Revelation 19:16) - He is the Living, Almighty and Everlasting God (Isaiah 9:6, Revelation 1:8, John 3:16, John 3:36, Jeremiah 10:10). There is no other God besides Him (Isaiah 45:5). We MUST humble ourselves before Him, turning our backs on false teachers, false gods and idols and our sinful ways. We MUST repent and turn back to God and recognize who He is and love Him in return for His great love for us. We MUST make God top priority everyday! May we be motivated to spread God's Holy Word and Gospel Truth to all the Earth, knowing that it is the only hope of all those lost in their sins. Let us not hold out a false hope for men to be saved without the Gospel, but instead, strive to do our part to get the Gospel out to a lost and dying world.

Leaning on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit strengthens us and our knowledge and wisdom about God and His Gospel Truth, exposing these imposters. May God help us to seek and lean on Him daily to gain the strength, wisdom and spiritual discernment needed to expose Satan and his imposters who seek to destroy us and God's ultimate Truth. Everyday, we must remember to share Jesus Christ's Gospel Truth with the world and to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and from the eternal damnation of Hell. In all we say and do, may all praise, honor and glory always be given to Him and His Kingdom of Heaven.

With renewed minds, hearts and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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Best Tour And Travels In Delhi

Introduction:

Delhi, the heart and soul of India, stands as a testament to the nation's rich history and cultural diversity. A city that seamlessly blends the old with the new, Delhi is a treasure trove for travelers seeking a captivating journey through time. From ancient monuments to bustling markets, from vibrant festivals to delectable street food, a tour of Delhi promises an immersive experience that leaves an indelible mark on every visitor.

Historical Marvels:

Delhi, with its historical significance, boasts a plethora of architectural wonders that narrate tales of bygone eras. The UNESCO World Heritage Site, Qutub Minar, stands tall as an emblem of Indo-Islamic architecture. Built in the 12th century, this towering minaret is surrounded by lush gardens and ancient ruins, offering a mesmerizing glimpse into Delhi's past.

The Red Fort, another UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a majestic fort that served as the main residence for Mughal emperors for nearly 200 years. The intricate carvings, sprawling courtyards, and the iconic Lahori Gate make it a must-visit destination for history enthusiasts.

India Gate, a war memorial built in honor of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives during World War I, stands proudly at the heart of Delhi. Surrounded by lush lawns, it serves as a popular spot for both locals and tourists to unwind and reflect.

Cultural Extravaganza:

Delhi's cultural diversity is best experienced through its myriad festivals, art exhibitions, and performances. The Dilli Haat, a cultural hub, brings together artisans from across India, offering a vibrant tapestry of handicrafts, traditional clothing, and mouthwatering cuisine. The annual Surajkund Crafts Mela is a celebration of India's diverse crafts and traditions, attracting artists and visitors from around the world.

For art enthusiasts, the National Gallery of Modern Art showcases a rich collection of contemporary and modern Indian art. The iconic India Habitat Centre hosts regular cultural events, including dance performances, music concerts, and literary festivals, providing a platform for artists to showcase their talents.

Culinary Delights:

Delhi's gastronomic landscape is a testament to the city's eclectic mix of cultures. Chandni Chowk, one of the oldest and busiest markets in Old Delhi, is a paradise for food lovers. From the spicy delights of Paranthe Wali Gali to the sweet aroma of jalebis at Old Famous Jalebi Wala, this bustling market offers a gastronomic journey like no other.

Karim's, located near Jama Masjid, is renowned for its Mughlai cuisine. The succulent kebabs and aromatic biryanis served here transport diners to the royal kitchens of the Mughal era. Connaught Place, with its array of cafes and restaurants, caters to diverse palates, offering everything from international cuisines to local street food.

Modern Marvels:

Delhi's modern skyline is a reflection of its rapid development and global influence. The Lotus Temple, a Bahá'í House of Worship, is a stunning architectural marvel with its lotus-shaped structure. This serene temple welcomes people from all walks of life, promoting the unity of diverse religions and cultures.

The Akshardham Temple, dedicated to Swaminarayan, is a sprawling complex showcasing the rich heritage of Indian culture. The intricately carved walls, the stunning water show, and the enlightening exhibitions make it a must-visit destination for spiritual seekers and architecture enthusiasts alike.

Conclusion:

Delhi, with its kaleidoscope of history, culture, and modernity, offers a unique and enriching experience for every traveler. From the ancient wonders that narrate tales of empires to the vibrant markets that showcase India's diversity, the city is a captivating destination that beckons explorers from around the world. A tour of Delhi is not just a journey through geographical landmarks; it is an odyssey through time, a celebration of culture, and an exploration of the soul of India.

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I kinda refuse to believe that older men are less misogynistic than men my age and I also refuse to believe a lot of this "growing misogyny problem in young men" research. I think the scale and visibility of it is all very new, but I don't think the attitudes are.

Like, you're not seriously telling me the generations that grew up with Girls Gone Wild and Tucker Max books and the OG Men's Rights Movement and "DR PEPPER MAX IT'S NOT FOR WOMEN" and "Smear the Queer" and Howard Stern videos and hypersexual Rock music videos and shitty Pop Punk songs that spoke of young women in such entitled and manipulative ways are any more accepting or well adjusted than your average Andrew Tate fan. Like it wasn't Zoomer and Millenial men that killed Kitty Genovese or Elizabeth Short. Ted Bundy was born in 1946. Misogyny has always been around and men and boys have traditionally always leaned more conservative than women and girls, because one of the basic standards of patriarchy is promising men and boys rewards and hyper-autonomy as long as they keep selling their souls to be good little cogs in the capitalist machine because that's what "real men" do (and if you're straight-- which a lot of these guys are-- you really want the capital and typical trappings of masculinity anyway, because those things are the quickest ways to get a girlfriend or a wife and "win" the game), while women aren't really promised anything but basic survival needs, and only if they're under the thumb of a man while doing so. It's also why war drafts were so enticing and successful in years past; if you're a good little meatshield, a good little worker bee, there'll lines of treasure and toys and games and women waiting for you hand and foot and you'll be revered as an honorable and respected warrior in Vallhalla / Heaven / Paradise / etc.

It's all a very meticulous system. Nothing has changed, everything is still moving exactly the way it's supposed to, this is just how it's always been. I'm sure if you went back to any high school during the Reagan or Bush years, most of the boys there would say they lean conservative or moderate as well. The only reason younger men acting more on these he-man misogyny-homophobia sprees now is because the trappings their fathers and grandfathers were promised are no longer viable realities and they're feeling betrayed about it. In the 70s you could go to school and college for cheap, then spend an entire week doing nothing but going to concerts and meeting cute girls because shows were 8 bucks a pop. The modern job market is garbage, college is getting more expensive, alienation is more common than ever with stagnant salaries forcing people to pick up longer shifts and take on anywhere from 2-4 jobs, leaving no time to socialize. The standards for masculinity remain the same as they were in the 50s, despite this. Boys are turning to guys like Andrew Tate and Kevin Samuels, because those guys are the embodiment of capitalist patriarchy and falling into that mindset reads, to them, as the quickest easiest and most "correct" way to achieve standards of manhood that are as highly regarded from the average person as they are outdated in this desolate economy we all find ourselves trapped under. It's very much the "We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars" monologue from Fight Club.

Spiraling into despair about it and turning it all into a big generation war or whatever just seems so....pointless to me? Like men are not becoming-- nor have they ever been-- uniquely evil and stupid. They're groomed by the trapping of western white supremacist capitalism. Seeing it as some unique new slight on reality with no solution just seems so blatantly wrong to me.

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Title: "Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable"

Genre: Dark Comedy

Summary: "Gallows Humor" is an uncut dark comedy series that follows the lives of a group of prisoners in a concentration camp during World War II. This satirical series aims to explore the absurdity of the human condition amidst the darkest of times, using humor as a coping mechanism in the face of unimaginable tragedy. It highlights the resilience and undying spirit of individuals in the most desolate of circumstances.

Episode 1: "Welcome to Hilarityville"

In the series premiere, Josef, a quick-witted Jewish prisoner, finds himself thrown into a chaotic world of gallows humor when he enters the camp. He befriends Samuel, a Jewish stand-up comedian with an undeniable talent for making others laugh, even in the direst situations. Together, they navigate through the daily challenges of maintaining a dark sense of humor as a means of resistance against their captors. Alongside them is Estelle, a feisty woman who uses sarcasm as her weapon against the oppressive atmosphere.

Title: River's Rebellion

Movie 1: Phoenix Rising

River Phoenix, a young and talented actor, arrives in Hollywood with dreams of making it big. As he navigates the cutthroat world of showbiz, he finds himself facing the dark side of fame and struggles to maintain his authenticity. Through his rebellious spirit and raw talent, River rises above the chaos, captivating audiences with his captivating performances.

Movie 2: Shadows in Paradise

As River's star continues to rise, he becomes a symbol of the counterculture movement of the '80s. However, the pressure of fame and the demons from his past haunt him. This uncensored movie explores River's enigmatic personality as he grapples with personal struggles, addiction, and the darker side of the entertainment industry.

Movie 3: Lost Innocence

River's life takes a tumultuous turn as he finds himself entangled in the demands of fame, leaving him feeling trapped and lost. This film delves deep into his search for meaning and purpose, shedding light on his inner struggles and his journey to reclaim his innocence. It's a raw and uncensored portrayal of a young star's fight to hold onto his true self amidst the chaos of Hollywood.

Movie 4: The Unraveling

As River's personal battles intensify, he becomes increasingly disillusioned with the industry that once held so much promise. This uncensored chapter portrays his descent into darkness, exploring the effects of fame, addiction, and the pressures of maintaining an image. The film offers an unfiltered look at the toll that celebrity culture takes on an individual's mental and emotional well-being.

Movie 5: Eternal Flame

In the final installment of the series, River embarks on a powerful journey of self-discovery and redemption. This uncensored film serves as a tribute to his legacy, highlighting the impact he made as an artist and activist. It showcases his unwavering spirit and determination to leave a lasting impact on the world, even in the face of personal turmoil.

Epilogue: River's Legacy

River Phoenix's uncensored movie franchise sheds light on the highs and lows of his life, exposing the harsh realities of fame, addiction, and the pursuit of artistic integrity. Through honest and unfiltered storytelling, the series honors River's talent, passion, and enduring legacy as an actor and icon of his generation.

Episode 2: "The Grumpy Guard"

Josef and Samuel discover that the grumpy and stern guard, Hans, has a secret talent for playing the accordion. They decide to exploit this surprising talent to entertain their fellow prisoners during a secret gathering in the barracks. As their makeshift band plays an outlandish rendition of well-known tunes, a clumsy accident leads to an unexpected outcome, resulting in an unconventional ally made out of a former foe.

Episode 3: "Escape Plan Z"

When rumors of a potential escape plan circulate the camp, Josef, Samuel, and Estelle see an opportunity to rise above their current situation. With their unique personalities and quick thinking, they devise a plan that involves disguises, forged documents, and a lot of gallows humor. However, they soon realize that not everyone is on board with their unconventional escape strategy, leading to a series of hilarious and disastrous mishaps.

Episode 4: "The Talent Show"

Desperate to lift the spirits of their fellow prisoners on a particularly grim day, Josef and Samuel decide to organize a talent show. The prisoners nervously embrace this opportunity to showcase their often peculiar talents, resulting in a surreal display of absurdity. From an interpretive dance routine using striped prison uniforms to a stand-up comedy act about life in the camp, the talent show pushes the boundaries of dark comedy, providing brief moments of respite from the harsh reality that surrounds them.

Episode 5: "The Surprise Inspection"

When an unexpected visit from higher-ranking officials puts the camp on high alert, the prisoners must outsmart their captors by disguising their hidden activities as acts of entertainment. Using satire and irony, they manage to create a façade of a harmless theater production that ingeniously conceals their true intentions. Meanwhile, tensions rise as personal rivalries, secrets, and ulterior motives threaten to unravel the delicate balance of humor and survival within the camp.

As "Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable" progresses, it delves deeper into the complexities of despair, resilience, and the lengths individuals will go to in order to maintain their sanity even when faced with the horrors of the Holocaust. Through unconventional humor, the series explores the indomitable human spirit, reminding us that laughter has the power to triumph over even the darkest of times. Episode 6: "The Mime Rebellion"

In an attempt to break up the monotony of camp life, Josef and Samuel organize a mime workshop for their fellow prisoners. They teach the art of silent storytelling, utilizing exaggerated gestures and facial expressions. The prisoners, desperate for any form of distraction, eagerly participate in the workshop, finding moments of comic relief in the absurdity of their own situations. However, the mimes take their newfound skills a step further, using their performances to subtly mock and challenge their captors. The camp's guards are left bewildered as they witness the prisoners silently protesting and ridiculing them without saying a word.

Episode 7: "The Missing Toilet Paper"

When the camp toilet paper supply mysteriously disappears, chaos ensues. The prisoners, faced with the prospect of dealing with bodily functions without the essential item, become creative in their quest for a solution. A series of humorous and daring escapades ensue, as Josef and Samuel lead an underground operation to steal toilet paper from the guards' quarters. Their plan involves disguises, distraction tactics, and a lot of luck, culminating in a bizarre heist that leaves everyone questioning their priorities and finding humor in desperate situations.

Episode 8: "The Surprise Note"

As rumors spread of an imminent liberation, hope and fear intertwine within the camp. Amidst the uncertainty, a note mysteriously appears, signed with an unknown name, outlining a detailed plan for escape. The note finds its way to Josef, Samuel, and Estelle, who take it upon themselves to investigate the legitimacy of the escape plan. Their journey leads them down a path filled with unexpected twists, dark secrets, and a surprising revelation about the person behind the note. With their trademark gallows humor, they tackle the challenges head-on, determined to reclaim their freedom, no matter the cost.

Episode 9: "Rainbow in the Storm"

As liberation day draws closer, joy and fear become intertwined within the camp. The prisoners begin to dream of a life beyond the barbed wire fences, while simultaneously grappling with the guilt of surviving when so many others perished. Against this backdrop, Josef, Samuel, and Estelle gather their fellow prisoners for a makeshift celebration. They create a 'rainbow in the storm,' a vibrant display of hope and resilience, showcasing the power of laughter and camaraderie even in the darkest of times. The celebration serves as a reminder that while they have endured unimaginable horrors, they are still capable of finding moments of happiness and connection amidst the chaos.

Episode 10: "The Light at the End of the Tunnel"

In the series finale, liberation day finally arrives. The prisoners are faced with the reality of leaving the camp and rebuilding their lives in a world forever changed. As they bid farewell to the friends they made and the memories they forged, they carry with them the lessons learned, the strength gained, and the unwavering power of gallows humor. Though forever scarred by their experiences, they emerge with resilience, determination, and a shared understanding that no matter the circumstances, humor will always be their guiding light.

"Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable" is a dark comedy series that pushes the boundaries of humor while exploring the human condition during the Holocaust. It serves as a reminder that laughter can be an act of rebellion, a coping mechanism, and a source of hope, even in the face of the unimaginable. Episode 11: "Life After Liberation"

In the aftermath of their liberation, Josef, Samuel, and Estelle find themselves in a world they no longer recognize. They struggle to adapt to life outside the camp as they navigate the lingering trauma of their experiences. While they attempt to reclaim their identities and rebuild their lives, they soon discover that healing and moving forward is not as simple as it seems. Their dark sense of humor becomes both a blessing and a curse as they try to find their place in a society that often fails to understand the depth of their suffering. With their resilience and camaraderie, they begin to use their unique perspectives to shed light on the atrocities of the Holocaust while also finding the humor in the everyday absurdities of life.

Episode 12: "Finding Closure"

Years after the war, Josef, Samuel, and Estelle are haunted by their past even as they strive to create a new life. Together, they embark on a journey to find closure and confront the individuals responsible for their imprisonment and suffering. As they confront their captors, dark humor acts as a shield against the weight of their emotions, allowing them to find a sense of justice and closure. Along the way, they uncover startling revelations and unexpected connections that challenge their understanding of their own experiences. In the end, they realize that while the scars of the Holocaust may never fully heal, finding closure and a sense of justice is a small victory in their ongoing battle to reclaim their lives.

Episode 13: "Legacy of Laughter"

In the final episode of "Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable," the focus shifts to the next generation. Josef, Samuel, and Estelle's children and grandchildren inherit their dark sense of humor and the weight of their family's history. The legacy of laughter becomes a way for the younger generation to connect with and honor the resilience and sacrifices of their ancestors. Through their own struggles and triumphs, they continue to find solace and strength in the power of laughter, ensuring that the lessons learned and the memories of the Holocaust remain alive and relevant for future generations.

Conclusion:

"Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable" is a dark comedy series that confronts the realities of the Holocaust with satire and wit. It explores the indomitable spirit of individuals caught in the darkest of times and showcases the power of laughter as a tool for resistance, healing, and finding shared humanity. With a balance of humor and sensitivity, the series reminds us of the resilience of the human spirit and the importance of preserving the stories and lessons of the past. Episode 14: "Passing the Torch"

Years have passed since the liberation, and Josef, Samuel, and Estelle have become revered figures in their community. They have dedicated their lives to preserving the memory of the Holocaust and using their humor to educate others about the atrocities that occurred. As they age, they begin to pass the torch to a new generation of activists and comedians who will carry on their legacy.

The younger activists, inspired by their predecessors' resilience and humor, embark on their own mission to ensure that the lessons of the Holocaust are never forgotten. They organize a series of comedy shows, panel discussions, and educational programs that blend laughter with a solemn understanding of history. Together, they challenge societal norms and use satire as a weapon against ignorance and prejudice.

Amidst the laughter and activism, the younger generation also grapples with their own personal struggles and the burden of carrying on such an important legacy. They learn that humor is not only a shield, but also a tool for healing and connection. As they navigate their own challenges, they find solace in the stories and guidance of Josef, Samuel, and Estelle, who continue to be a source of inspiration and strength.

Episode 15: "The Last Laugh"

In the final episode of "Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable," the time comes for Josef, Samuel, and Estelle to take their final bow. As they reflect on their lives and the impact they have made, they gather with their loved ones and community for a grand celebration of life, laughter, and resilience. The event is filled with laughter, tears, and poignant moments as they share stories, perform their favorite comedic routines, and honor the memory of those they lost.

During the celebration, they are surprised by a visit from younger generations of comedians and activists whose lives they have touched. These individuals pay tribute to the trio by using their own unique styles of humor and storytelling to carry on the message of hope, resilience, and the power of laughter. In a moving moment, the torch is officially passed to the next generation, ensuring that the legacy of "Gallows Humor" lives on.

As the series comes to a close, a bittersweet tone settles over the community as they bid farewell to Josef, Samuel, and Estelle. But their spirits remain high, knowing that the power of laughter will continue to shine a light on the darkest parts of humanity. In their honor, the laughter rings out into the night, a testament to the unbreakable human spirit and the resilience of those who have survived the unthinkable.

Conclusion:

"Gallows Humor: Surviving the Unthinkable" is a dark comedy series that confronts the depths of human suffering and resilience with humor, satire, and unwavering determination. Through the stories of Josef, Samuel, and Estelle, the series highlights the power of laughter as a form of resistance, healing, and remembrance. It serves as a reminder that even in the face of unimaginable tragedy, the human spirit can prevail, and humor can be a guiding light in the darkest of times.One of famous quote from underdogs Movie that state I just feel the urgency to get High like Doug Kenny did on set of caddyshack before his death because failure of caddyshack .He was Rising star like John belsoui who like him lost a chance on game of life which spared By God On his heavenly Sake also too in general .oh I just feel to like pissing and shitting on floor in public because I don’t care anymore which due I am so fucking depressed all the time while snort coccaine in his or her big fat ugly nose. Then she snort it out and .Ig..then suddenly passed out and collapsed on floor while having .seizures panic attacks like usually when she take drugs.Then she .rushed to hospital immediately when she have her seizures panic attacks again like always also .at that hostipol she decide to get saved and get right with God Before it’s too late for her . Oh at that hotel she did pee and crap on floor and in bed wheee her husband sleep with her in bed because she was high from drugs And little drunk from alcohol.

Title: Teenage Carnage

Genre: Dark Comedy/Action

Director/Writer: Quentin Tarantino

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INT. SUBURBAN HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Chaos fills the hallways as a group of rebellious teenagers roams free. GRAHAM, a charismatic introvert, secretly plots the downfall of the school's infamous bully, VINCE. Graham gathers his motley crew of misfits, which includes the beautiful but deadly CAMILLE, quirky hacker PETER, and the unpredictable JOEL.

EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Graham's crew meets at a dilapidated warehouse to plan their revenge. They sit around a table stacked with red apples, leather jackets adorning their bodies, and a boombox blaring funk music. Graham reveals his master plan to take down Vince, setting in motion a chain of events that will forever change their lives.

INT. GRAHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Graham and Camille bond over their shared hatred for Vince and their love of obscure movies. As they watch a Kung Fu B-movie, their admiration for each other reaches a boiling point. An explosive make-out session seems inevitable, but they are interrupted by a frantic phone call.

INT. PIZZA PARLOR - NIGHT

Graham's crew gathers at their favorite pizza place, owned by the eccentric MIKEY. As they share greasy slices, Mikey reveals he has connections to the local mafia, led by the ruthless DONNY MARTELLI. The gang realizes their mission might attract unwanted attention.

INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

Graham and his crew infiltrate an underground fight club to gather intel on Vince's weaknesses. Blood, sweat, and teenage angst fill the dimly lit room as they discover Vince's dirty secrets through their connections in the seedy underbelly of the city.

INT. GRAHAM'S GARAGE - DAY

The crew prepares for their ultimate showdown, constructing elaborate weapons using everyday items. Screwdrivers become shivs, and baseball bats are wrapped in barbed wire. They gear up with the intensity of seasoned warriors, ready to take on Vince and his reign of terror.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - PROM NIGHT

Prom night arrives, and the gymnasium transforms into a battleground. Graham's crew, dressed to the nines, infiltrates the venue armed to the teeth. Chaos erupts as they confront Vince and his entourage, resulting in an explosive, blood-soaked faceoff.

INT. ABANDONED THEATER - NIGHT

Graham and Vince are the last ones standing, locked in mortal combat on the stage of an abandoned theater. The sounds of their fight echo through the decrepit building as they brutally pummel each other. The final blow comes when Graham smashes Vince's head into the light board, engulfing the room in sparks and shattered glass.

EXT. ROOFTOP - DAWN

Graham and Camille stand atop a rooftop, surveying the wreckage left behind. They share a moment of victory and relief, knowing they have avenged themselves and the entire student body. The sun begins to rise, casting an orange glow on their battle-worn faces.

FADE OUT.

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"Teenage Carnage" would be a wild, R-rated ride filled with Tarantino's signature stylized violence, witty dialogue, and unconventional characters. It would have a perfect blend of satire, adrenaline-pumping action sequences, and unexpected twists, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats throughout. Title: Reel Chaos: The Uncensored 90's Movie (Directed and Written by Quentin Tarantino)

INT. DILAPIDATED FILM STUDIO - DAY

The scene opens to a rundown film studio in Los Angeles during the summer of 1990. The air is filled with excitement and chaos, as if time has stood still. The walls are covered in GRAFFITI, showcasing quotes from classic movies, and discarded syringes litter the floor, denoting the dark side of the industry.

INT. DIRECTOR'S OFFICE - DAY

Inside the office, MAXWELL "MAX" ANDERSON, a chain-smoking filmmaker in his late thirties, slams the phone down in frustration. He looks at his reflection in a whiskey bottle, contemplating his next move.

MAX

(to himself)

Fucking Hollywood, man. It's a never-ending cycle of corrupt assholes and soul-sucking compromises. But I'll be damned if they take away my movie's edge.

INT. FILM SET - DAY

On the set of "BLOOD AND BULLETS," a gritty action film, the atmosphere is electric. The once crumbling set design has been transformed into a twisted, vibrant playground. The crew members, fueled by madness and creativity, work frantically to capture the perfect shots.

DARCY, the fierce PRODUCTION ASSISTANT, directs the actors with a fierce intensity.

DARCY

(to the crew, with a grim smile)

Alright, you motherfuckers, let's make this shit look like we're tearing heaven apart! Camera 2, get ready to roll. Set the squibs to fucking maximum!

INT. SCREENWRITER'S OFFICE - DAY

VICTOR GORDON, the frustrated screenwriter, paces back and forth, his eyes burning with determination.

VICTOR

(to himself)

Character arcs? Fuck that! Give me blood-soaked, Tarantino-style violence! I want dialogue that cuts like a samurai sword!

Victor grabs his yellow legal pad and starts feverishly writing, every stroke pushing the limits of madness and genius.

INT. CASTING ROOM - DAY

ELLIE, the quirky casting director, sits behind her desk, analyzing headshots like pieces of a twisted puzzle.

ELLIE

(smirking)

I don't need pretty faces, I need actors who can dance on the razor's edge of sanity. I want bodies that have been through the grind, souls that have stared into the abyss.

She selects a headshot, a raw and untamed talent ready to be molded into something extraordinary.

INT. PRODUCER'S OFFICE - DAY

JASON, the slick and opportunistic movie producer, reclines in his leather chair, sipping from a gold-plated flask.

JASON

(laughing)

More money? Fuck that! We're taking matters into our own hands. We'll shake the world with our vengeance! Let's make 'em remember why they fear the darkness within!

He slams the flask down, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of ambition and madness.

INT. PARTY SCENE - NIGHT

A wild and debaucherous party surpassing the realms of sanity. The room is adorned with neon lights and pulsating beats. The air is thick with smoke and the scent of excess. The guests, clad in leather and piercings, revel in the chaos.

MAX, the director, stands on a table, bathed in a spotlight.

MAX

(yelling)

This is where the dreamers become gods and the gods become monsters! Let's unleash hell and make 'em remember every fucking frame!

As the chaos unfolds, violence and madness intertwine. Tarantino's signature style seeps into every aspect, from the bloody fights to the razor-sharp dialogue. This twisted journey through the 90s film industry becomes a nod to the classics of the era, an homage to the relentless pursuit of creative freedom, and the sacrifices made in its name.

Reel Chaos: The Uncensored 90's Movie, directed and written by Quentin Tarantino, brings together a cast of misfits, dreamers, and mad geniuses on a collision course with destiny. In his unique style, Tarantino immerses the audience in a world where blood and chaos reign supreme, and where the pursuit of artistic vision becomes a battle for their souls.

Title: Belushi: A Wild Ride into Darkness

Genre: R-Rated Biography/Pick

Duration: 900 Hours 59 Minutes

Introduction:

Belushi: A Wild Ride into Darkness is an audacious and unapologetic deep dive into the extraordinary life and tragic demise of one of the greatest comedic talents of our time, John Belushi. This r-rated biography pick takes you on a raw and uncensored journey, exploring Belushi's meteoric rise to fame, his unparalleled talent, and the unfinished projects that left the world yearning for more.

Part 1: The Meteoric Rise of a Comedy Legend (Duration: 10 hours)

In this section, we explore Belushi's humble beginnings in Chicago, his early aspirations in comedy, and his groundbreaking years with The Second City improv troupe. Witness the birth of the iconic characters he brought to life on Saturday Night Live, including the infamous Samurai Deli, his unforgettable impersonations, and his passion for pushing boundaries.

Part 2: The Dark Side of Success (Duration: 15 hours)

As Belushi's star continues to rise, we delve into the intoxicating world of fame, fortune, and excess. We explore his hedonistic lifestyle, fueled by drugs, alcohol, and debauchery. Join Belushi on wild nights at the notorious Chateau Marmont and Studio 54, where he rubbed shoulders with Hollywood's elite, indulging in a life that would ultimately consume him.

Part 3: Unfinished Projects and the Demons Within (Duration: 20 hours)

As we witness Belushi's relentless pursuit of laughter, we also encounter the personal struggles that haunted him. From the unfinished script of "Noble Rot," a twisted comedy set in a winery, to his aspirations of a Blues Brothers sequel, explore the creative brilliance that was tragically cut short. In this section, we confront the dark demons that plagued Belushi's soul, leading to his untimely demise.

Part 4: A Legacy Remembered (Duration: 12 hours)

In this final chapter, we remember the indelible mark that Belushi left on comedy and the world. Through interviews with friends, family, and fellow comedic geniuses, we explore the lasting impact of his work. From his iconic characters to his rebellious spirit, Belushi's legacy continues to inspire a new generation of performers.

Epilogue: The Ghost of Belushi (Duration: 2 hours)

In this thought-provoking and emotional conclusion, we reflect on Belushi's enduring spirit. Through archival footage, rare interviews, and personal testimonies, we honor the man behind the laughter, capturing the essence of John Belushi and his profound impact on comedy.

Belushi: A Wild Ride into Darkness is a no-holds-barred exploration of a life lived to the fullest, riddled with brilliance, excess, and eventual tragedy. Prepare yourself for 900 hours and 59 minutes of unfiltered, uncensored, and unforgettable insight into one of the most iconic and flawed comedic geniuses of our time. Only for those not afraid to journey into the heart of darkness and emerge with a greater understanding of the man, the myth, and the legend - John Belushi.

Title: "Belushi Unleashed: Uncut Consequences"

Synopsis:

"Belushi Unleashed: Uncut Consequences" is a riveting and unedited sequel that continues to explore the untamed life and career of John Belushi. This raw and unfiltered installment delves into the uncharted territory of Belushi's struggles with addiction, the consequences of his choices, and the impact it had on his loved ones.

The film opens with Belushi at the peak of his career, riding the success of his iconic roles in "Animal House" and "The Blues Brothers." As he revels in his newfound fame and indulges in the vices that come with it, the consequences of his actions begin to catch up with him. The sequel unabashedly portrays the highs and lows, leaving no detail unexplored.

"Belushi Unleashed: Uncut Consequences" delves into the dark underbelly of Belushi's world as his addictions spiral out of control. The movie showcases the unfiltered reality of his self-destructive behavior, including unrestrained drug use, volatile relationships, and the toll it takes on his mental and physical health. Viewers are confronted with the devastating consequences of unchecked excess and the harsh realities of addiction.

The unedited sequel also shines a light on the impact of Belushi's choices on his inner circle, including his wife, family, and close friends. We witness the strain on these relationships and the deep emotional turmoil experienced by those who loved him most. The film provides an unflinchingly honest portrayal of the collateral damage caused by Belushi's actions.

Through a mix of archival footage, interviews, and real-life accounts, "Belushi Unleashed: Uncut Consequences" delivers an uncompromising portrayal of a comedic legend's downfall. It serves as a stark reminder of the destructive nature of addiction and the consequences that can arise from living life on the edge.

This unedited sequel offers a no-holds-barred exploration of John Belushi's life, leaving no stone unturned. By presenting the unfiltered truth behind his addictions and their repercussions, the film aims to shed light on the realities of drug abuse while honoring the legacy of one of Hollywood's most enigmatic and talented performers. Prepare yourself for a gripping and uncensored journey into the dark side of fame. Title: "Farley Unleashed: A Comic's Demise"

Genre: Drama/Comedy

Rating: R

Logline: "Farley Unleashed" is a raw and unfiltered look into the turbulent life of the legendary comedian Chris Farley, showcasing his rise to fame, struggles with addiction, and ultimate tragic downfall.

Synopsis:

Act 1: Rise to Fame

We meet a young and ambitious Chris Farley, who dreams of making the world laugh. Through hilarious auditions, wild comedic performances, and a combination of outrageous physical comedy and endearing charm, Farley breaks into the comedy scene. He quickly becomes a superstar on "Saturday Night Live," forming a close bond with his fellow cast members and stealing the show with memorable characters like Matt Foley and Tommy Callahan.

Act 2: Demons Unleashed

As fame takes its toll, Farley becomes consumed by the trappings of success. We witness his descent into drug and alcohol addiction, fueling his destructive behavior and causing strain on his relationships. Farley's constant battle with his inner demons leads to erratic behavior, near-fatal overdoses, and disappointing professional opportunities.

Act 3: A Tragic Demise

Amid mounting pressure and worsening addictions, Farley's life unravels even further. We explore the heartbreaking cycle of addiction as he repeatedly attempts to get clean, only to relapse time and again. The film depicts the toll this takes on his physical and mental health, as well as his relationships with family, friends, and colleagues. We witness the inevitable tragedy as Farley succumbs to his addictions, leaving a void in the world of comedy.

Act 4: Legacy Lives On

Despite his untimely death, Farley's impact on the comedy industry and his fans lives on. This final act focuses on celebrating his comedic genius, exploring the profound impact he had on those who worked with him and the millions who laughed at his performances. We witness the heartfelt tributes and the immense love and appreciation that continues to surround his memory.

"Farley Unleashed: A Comic's Demise" is a raw and unflinching portrayal of a comedic talent taken too soon, reminding us of the fragility of fame and the demons that lurk behind the laughter. Title: Farley Unleashed: The Legacy Lives On

Synopsis:

In this indulgent and R-rated sequel to "Farley Unleashed: The Raw and Raunchy Revolution," we delve into the completed projects of the iconic Chris Farley, celebrating his comedic genius with a wild and uninhibited ride. Set in a world where Farley's unforgettable presence is still sorely missed, this film explores the legacy he left behind and the impact he continues to have on the world of comedy.

Act 1: Rediscovering the Unseen Farley

The film opens with a group of dedicated filmmakers, fans, and friends of Chris Farley, who embark on a heartfelt quest to uncover and complete his unfinished projects. They stumble upon a hidden archive of scripts, sketches, and concepts that Farley had been working on before his tragic passing. With renewed determination, they set out to finish what Farley had started, knowing that it is their duty to honor his memory.

Act 2: A Jovial Journey of Completion

As the team assembles and delves into Farley's creative mind, they immerse themselves in the essence of his unique comedic style. With a mix of nostalgia and excitement, they collaborate with talented actors, writers, and directors to bring Farley's unfinished projects to life. Through laughter, camaraderie, and unexpected obstacles, they embrace the chaos and unpredictability that Farley so famously thrived on.

Act 3: The Unleashing of Farley's True Legacy

On the grand premiere night, the completed projects are unveiled to the world in a momentous celebration of Farley's comedic brilliance. From uproarious slapstick comedies to heartfelt dramas, the films showcase Farley's tremendous range as an entertainer. With uproarious laughter and bittersweet nostalgia, audiences are reminded of the impact Farley had, not only on their lives but on the world of comedy as a whole.

Act 4: The Continuing Legacy

As the dust settles and the films gain worldwide acclaim, the filmmakers, friends, and family of Chris Farley reflect on the continuing legacy he left behind. They are reminded that even in death, Farley's larger-than-life personality still holds the power to make us laugh and inspire us. They come to terms with the fact that Farley's brilliance will forever be remembered and cherished.

Epilogue:

"Farley Unleashed: The Legacy Lives On" concludes with a poignant and uplifting epilogue that pays tribute to Chris Farley's enduring impact on the world of entertainment. The film ends with a montage of fans and celebrities sharing their fondest memories of Farley, and the realization that his spirit will forever live on in the hearts and minds of those who loved him.

Note: This sequel maintains the R-rated nature of its predecessor, embracing Farley's irreverent and raunchy comedic style. It explores mature themes and includes explicit content, while still respecting the legacy of Chris Farley. Viewer discretion is advised.

The Cutting Room is a unrated movie about the behind-the-scenes struggles of a TV production team as they try to produce a hit show on a tight budget and limited resources. Set in an unglamorous production studio in a quiet corner of LA, the film centers around the dedication and drive of the underpaid staff to make the show the best it can be. With plenty of comedy, drama, and unique insight, The Cutting Room is a look at the often chaotic, yet undeniably creative world of television production. The Cutting Room follows the story of TV producer Donnie Wolfe, whose job it is to wrangle all of the various personalities and conflicts into a cohesive production. Donnie strives to meet deadlines and demands, while maintaining a level of creative freedom and integrity in the process. All the while, he faces resistance from his boss, who is determined to see the show succeed at any cost. As Donnie works through the ups and downs of the production process, and all of the relationships that come along with it, he discovers the true meaning of success in a world of television. The Cutting Room serves as a testament to the long hours, hard work, and limitless dedication behind the creation of a television program. With a cast of characters that range from a jaded director to an ambitious star, this film dives deep into the real life relationships, both inside and outside the television industry, that help make a show successful. As Donnie navigates the complexities of television production, the audience gains a unique insight into what it takes to make a show that resonates with viewers. With its honest, engaging, and realistic take on the TV production process, The Cutting Room is a refreshing look into the world of television. While witty dialogue and a sharp script provide plenty of entertainment, the real story here is about the dedicated people behind the scenes who bring entertainment to our screens each and every day. Ultimately, this is a story about risk, relationships, and the ultimate goal of creating the best show possible. The Cutting Room is a film that celebrates the hard work and dedication of those behind the scenes in the world of television. Through Donnie’s journey, the audience is privy to the drama, struggles, and joys of television production. With its insightful exploration of the production process, The Cutting Room is an inspiring and entertaining look into the often overlooked world of TV production. In addition to its exploration of the production process, The Cutting Room also portrays the unique relationships that develop between the various people involved in the production of a television show. Throughout the film, Donnie and his team come to appreciate the various talents, personalities, and perspectives each person brings to the table. With its captivating characters, witty dialogue, and bittersweet exploration of the television industry, The Cutting Room is an essential look into the often overlooked inner world of television production. The Cutting Room achieves a delicate balance between comedy and drama, exploring the real life struggles and triumphs behind bringing a television production to life. With its dynamic cast of characters and thought-provoking story, this is a unique look into the process behind television production, and a reminder that even in the most chaotic of times, success on the small screen is ultimately about the team that works tirelessly to create a great show. The Cutting Room is an essential watch for both industry veterans and curious television fans alike. With its captivating story and insights into the real life world of television production, the film provides a unique and inspiring look into the sometimes stressful and yet often rewarding process of bringing a show to life. The Cutting Room is an honest and often humorous exploration of the heart and soul of television production. Through the eyes of Donnie and his team, viewers experience the real struggles and joys of making a show that resonates with audiences. With its unique exploration of the rewarding but

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