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justcommander · 3 months

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"We are many"

"The Thralls of the Eternal Order of the Second Death, They greedily breathe The Gift directly from the bloodstained masks, which keeps them wandering about in a constantly altered state of mind. Their legs too fast and their shears too sharp. Fleeing or fighting is certain death. The only shield against these corrupted souls is my Faith in God."

#faith the unholy trinity #john ward #thralls #there hope you're happy #i swear if this becomes another au i'll tear my face off because help #steampunk #my art #deadly as heck in this version and these are only the lowest rank #tw: blood

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queermentaldisaster · 3 months

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Graves's thralls can pass for normal, but the one thing that'll tip anyone off to them being a thrall is their eyes. Their eyes are permanently bloodshot and dull, almost like a dead person's eyes. Blank and lifeless.

#phillip graves cod #phillip graves #philip graves #graves mw2 #graves mwii #cod graves #graves cod #commander graves #graves call of duty #shadow company #vampire!graves #cod monster au #monster 141 au #monster cod au #thralls

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the-entitie · 17 days

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[Dark_MS_Reader]...prt:1_》》》

I love, love, love the whole monster dynamic or unusual traits that are explained by "Oh, it's not human. That's why" honestly, I just like weird people with weird quirks. So eh.

•Part 3 will be linked when done

Edit: it's done!

《《《(masterlist)》》》

</[T|W:]> injury and death, death related trauma, mild body horror, medical malpractice, inhuman depictions, sexualization of disability, sexualization of insecurity, use of multiple cultures and religions (could be wrongfully used, if so. Tell me!!),

</[C|W]> reader is dark with intrusive or dark thoughts. But strictly SFW. So no smut. Aslo intended male reader,

The first time you arrived on this content, you were hog tied, a thick steel cord used to immobilize you. The guards even muzzled you as if you could bite them with any kind of force that could necessitate this kind of restraint.

It was half for the humiliation of dragging you over the dirtied port, the gravel and sand, and salt that scrap into your already tattered cloths. The burn against the neglected and painful remains of your body. Half that this was to make you look dangerous.

The hulking man carrying you hardly glances at you as he dropped your limp body on the deck. Considering it doest get a reaction out of you, it doesn't startle the werewolf there.

Most humans only want to interact with the inhabitants that look human. Considering most affected by lycanthopic bodies, appear human. At least sometimes. The guard preferred them to be present at the coastal office.

And that's how you were left.

No paperwork, no notice that you were coming.

Just.

Dropped off at the wolf's feet and abandoned to whatever they would do to you now that you're here.

It's the first time in a while that you could just shut your eyes and ignore everything around you. The guards weren't too kind to you while you were in their care.

They had set you up, those werewolves, with a home. A small, dingy, half abandoned thing surounded by nothing and no one. And gave you time to heal.

They would visit you, that leader you met the first day specifically; though many jokingly called him 'Alpha' when he was around his friends. But when he had come to you on the fourth day. Your body now regaining strength. He walked into a startling scene. He hadn't even smelt the blood.

He, Lucas you later over heard him being called, watched as you methodically cleaned the many wounds that engulf your body. Shirt discared beside you, seeing the full expanse of those injuries new and old on display. You're only covered by a pair of boxers as you work. Watching how you took thick strips of the bandage to temporarily cut blood flow above as you cleaned each wound on your arm.

Holding the loose edges held between your teeth, your free hand disinfecting the rotting edges of skin and muscle. He was ready to jump and stop you when he watched you grap the bisecting scissors, and yet he didn't. Only forced to stare in abject horror as you started to cut the rotten edges of the gashes of. Small snips that carved out the dead tissue. Leaving fresh rivets of blood slowly dripping down your skin.

It had taken him a few moments of standing there to see you were struggling. The pain flaring up from your work, becoming overwhelming while thin tears stream down your face. Yet you utter nothing but silence into the blood-stained cloth between your teeth.

That's when he actually apaoches the bed, being careful to wait till you put those scissors down before he asks what he can do to help.

"Sit here. I need to wrap it."

Lucas was slow to follow. He was so terrified that you were doing this wrong, hurting yourself in a delusional want for the pain to stop. He couldn't help but ask.

"You know what you're doing here, doll?"

"Yeah." Your hitching breath makes your voice stutter, "done it before."

That makes his chest tight, a feeling he associated with his werewolf friends. Because. Well.

"You've done it to yourself before?"

"No. Just inmates."

"You some kind of doctor?"

"Not a practicing one."

That arm now taken care of, you focus on the other.

Lucas loses his train of thought to the picture of the malnourished man before him having an illegal medical office.

"Your not a doctor?"

"I am." You mutter to his absolute confusion,

Pulling his hand to your shoulder, handing him the end of the ternicate, he holds it on autopilot. Lucas stares as you start the process all over again. These look like they are from a whip

"I don't work as one." You clarify. Using the conversation as a mid point for the dance between pain and relief. "I worked as a mortician."

"What."

"I worked with the dead-"

"Oh, yes. I got that but. Why? Why not be a doctor if you can. Well."

"More people died where I lived."

He can tell it's only half a lie, but he can't exactly see what.

"Never needed to save anyone."

All he could do was say, as sincerely someone who couldn't understand, that.

"I'm sorry you ended up here."

It stuck in Lucas's mind.

The knowledge that you were a doctor. Someone who could help.

But was it his place to ask?

Could he ask you? Was it too soon or too late to even try?

When he brought it up to one of the old Naga that enjoyed his company, she told how helpful someone like you could be.

To human.

Very few doctors even touch the non-human side of medical care. And even fewer would actually touch a monster. So it was a slim to none, chance you knew how to help any of them.

They weren't even sure of your own humanity or lack thereof.

"But tell you of it, Lu," she wound her coils tighter around herself. Resting her head against the shimmering scales, "If, and it be a big if. That man be a healer, he will fulfill the oath all doctors take."

He watched her thin tongue taste the air. The ugly edge from where it was docked, disappearing again behind her lips. It made certain syllables painful to say. It made her speech irregular, and some Grammer off, bit aleast she had her toungue.

"Many healer, medicinal or not. Will treat all who fall. It be only thier know how that keep those they help alive."

The vampiric monarch that lived out South was the best bet to test what Dai said.

Lucas had taken you on a tour, showing you how they tried to help each other on the huge city they gathered in. It was late dusk, but he knew he could still try.

The thralls that romed inside were lethargic as he led you further in the hotel looking housing.

Many of them hunched over in the halls, huddled close. If escaping the setting sun or your presence, well. You weren't quite sure.

And just as you try to move towards the excite, a shrill hiss breaks out behind you. This young girl, with a sqeaky hiss, was doubled over. Clutching at her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck. Sal, I'm so sorry!"

You could see the sizzling skin before she near calapsed.

Moving as if by spell, you cuaght her befote she could actaully fall. Careful to place her more gently down against the wall.

It's hardly a thought as you lift your sleeve, still holding that child so she wouldn't hurt herself. You rip open the berely closed wound there on your palm. The blood seeoping into her shirt and engulfs the wound in a few quick seconds.

You have the gash re-wrapped before the teen who bumped her is there to hold her as the blood heals her.

"Dai was right," Lucas whispers, as quiet as he could. "She said this could happen."

"And what had Dai spoken of the man holding my niece?"

The old morge on the outskirts of town was now yours. Lucas said it was just an empty lot, just a place for you to finally settle. Even if it was run down.

The citizens each pitching in to help set the place up, a carpenter Tanuki who was just passing by or the siren that just so happen to be an electrician needing a spained wing checked, and the slow trickle of each patient started up not long after.

It started with the bigger things, a broken bone here, and a deadly illness there. Just the worste most couldnt handle, like pregnancies or viseral injuries. But then you started to step up and werw seeking out people to help anywhere you could.

In the bay sector, where most aquatic or amphibious residence stay, keeping them from friction burn during shedings. Or the construction sights, who always had a sprian or a bruise or a nick you could see to.

Always with the same excuse. Just that you needed some food and then you were dragged into a group to eat with them and well, might as well clean and fix up that cut they have while you're here, right?

No, it's no trouble. Saves the trip if it gets worse, doesn't it?

You met Dai, found the Monarch of those Vampire's hunkering down in the hotel. Finding his name was Emile, or that's what people gave him as a nickname. You even met the rest of the shifters, or more specifically, the leader who would collect and help that specific type of shifter.

Day in and day out, you kept going, kept looking till you found the ship you needed pulling up to shore.

Not a lot of people knew you dealt in black market trades. Only the ones who needed to know, did.

Most just thought is was a simple trade.

You know, some fresh goods for medication. Or knowledge for medical supplies. And yes, sometimes. It was just that.

At the end of each week, you would filter into the decks where you were first dumped here to meet with some of your contacts. Trading what you scavenged from ypur work to keep the shelves well stocked.

It wasn't like you made any money, nor had you ever asked for any. So it wasn't a stretch to say this was the only way to keep things as they where.

That isn't to say you didn't keep some things.

Quills from a lionfish who contracted a bacterial infection on some of his spines. Fangs from that vampire girl, Sal, as she started sheding them. Small bundles of feathers from the flock of sirens that fly with avians.

It was all just so much better.

That was until the second spring hit the city.

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seraphinitegames · 1 year

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Why can't human born vampires make thralls? Can human made folks make other vampires or is becoming a thrall a part of the process? (7 of 8 asks)

They just don't have the amount of magic needed in order to do it. Being born and living in our world means they have a weaker amount of magic running through them, so some abilities just can't be powered.

Human-born and Natural vampires both have the ability to make other vampires though.

Hope that helps! Thank you so much for the ask :)

#the wayhaven chronicles #asks #lore #thralls #vampires #the world of wayhaven

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hypnofantasma-asks-and-doodles · 6 months

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Do Vani have the capability to turn humans into monsters? Kinda like what happened to Null in "Arbitrary Sermon", or was that just coincidence?

Madeline's transformation into a monster is completely isolated from the Vani events, and is something currently known as Lycanthropy. She turned into a Were. It is happening all over the world and affecting humans one by one, but no one knows what is causing it.

Vani cannot turn people into monsters in the same way. They'd have to enthrall them to transform them into anything different, but it wouldn't be a back-and-forth transformation thing like with Lycanthropy. It would be more like a zombification process, whether they leave them dead or alive. Either way, Vani can only create mob thralls, and ONLY with the help of an Amplifier.

Weres are not only fully autonomous still but are even stronger than their human forms. They are definitely not thralls. Vani wouldn't want to make something that can rival them, would they?

#stars below #weres #thralls #psionics

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rustedpyro · 4 months

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my loyal thralls

dance with me

🕺

#vampire posting #vampire #thralls #vampire thralls

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racefortheironthrone · 1 year

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Considering the difficulties of bringing captives from The Stepstones and beyond in small longboats, plus Quellon Greyjoy's attempts to end thralldom, how much of the Iron Islands population would actually be thralls by the time of Greyjoy's Rebellion? Is slave-like labor even sustainable under these conditions whithout some form of "home production", for lack of a better term, even if it isin't recognized legally?

You raise a good question.

Just to raise one objection - the "difficulties of bringing captives from The Stepstones and beyond in small longboats" ain't a thing. The historic Vikingers organized a global slave trade that stretched all the way from Dublin to Kievan Rus to Constantinople relying entirely on small longboats, and it functioned quite well. More's the pity.

So the question is, how many thralls could Balon and the Ironborn take in six years of raiding? Well, a Viking longboat could hold about 20-30 captives in addition to its usual complement. Now there is something of a long-running dispute between madeinmyr and warsofasoiaf and myself about how many longships the Iron Islands can actually field - for various reasons, I think the Iron Islands can field about 100 regular longships plus the 100 bigger ships of the Iron Fleet, each of which can hold three times as many people as regular longships. (GRRM at one point said that every Ironborn lord can field 100 ships, but GRRM can't math, because that would put the Ironborn army at north of 114,000 strong, which strains credulity.)

So that suggests that the collective Ironborn fleet could transport 8-12,000 thralls per round trip. That doesn't sound like a lot, but when you consider that Balon Greyjoy can assemble a grand total of 12,000 men to invade the North (and even Elio says the Iron Islands tops out at 15,000 fighting men), with one round trip you're looking at about a percent of the Iron Islands' population. Then it depends on how many round-trips the Ironborn do per year.

As for "home production," that doesn't quite work with Ironborn custom and law - the children of thralls are considered free men, although they are socially discriminated against compared to the sons of Ironborn.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #iron islands #thralls

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glyhpsrfvckincol · 1 year

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Someone ask me a question about Vikings… I wanna talk about Vikings. I have a lot of knowledge and I will gain more once school holidays are dones. (I’m learning about them in class)

#vikings #https #hiccup #httyd viking #vikings in httyd #history #Scandinavia #thralls #karls #jarls #Viking king #thing #Althing

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spaceumbredoggos · 10 days

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I have a feeling that if it weren’t for the fact that I have such an amazing family and network of friends that would hunt any ransomers down relentlessly, I’d be a great thrall for a vampire due to liking how hypnosis feels a little too much (if you know what I mean.)

Also, if I were a vampire, I might accidentally hypnotize myself on occasion and be out of it for the rest of the day. Or be easily hypnotized by other vampires. I feel like I’d be a pretty chill introverted vampire that just sleeps. I mean, what would change for me? With depression, I already sleep for 18 hours a day and I also have a biting thing. It’s like I’m destined to either be turned or enthralled.

I’d be a shitty vampire hunter.

#vampires #thralls #vampire hunters

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telestoapologist · 2 years

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dreg: (misses me and hides pathetically)

me, comfortingly: oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous 🥺

a thrall: (falls off the map while jumping at me)

me: you fucking donkey

#destiny 2 #dregs #eliksni #hive #thralls #we're just a little biased in this house. just a teensy bit

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v-l-d-s · 1 year

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Undead Thralls

Bonebeast Constructed of haphazardly assembled humanoid bones, a bonebeast looks nothing like a man. Lumbering about on four legs with great boney fangs, the beast can run as fast as a bear and strike as viciously as a lion.

Gorger An unholy tangling of flesh, the gorger still vaguely resembles a humanoid in profile, except for the gaping, toothed maw in its chest. Its colossal teeth are little more than sharpened ribs, but its monstrous bite can easily decapitate.

Gravetouched Ghoul Gravetouched ghouls, which are suffused with terrible necromantic energies, manifest various deformities on their undead bodies. Despite being undead, their flesh knits itself back together nearly as quick as a troll’s, with strength to match.

Skeleton The renanimated remains of humanoids long since dead, skeletons are puppets of bone held aloft by strings of magic.

Spirit A spirit is the scarcely tangible echo of a humanoid, a soul bound to the mortal realm by necromantic magic.

Visage Mournfully longing for the world of the living, a visage is the lingering soul of a departed humanoid. Their yearning for a life once lived binds them to the mortal realm, and drives mad those who see their terrible countenance.

Zombie A zombie is the rotting remains of the once living, held together and driven by dark magic.

#Necromancer #Thralls

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seraphinitegames · 2 years

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Hi! I had a question about the thralls in Book 1. When Murphy sent them after the detective, did he just order the thralls to go find them? Or did he use the detective's blood (kind of like hounds sniffing their prey)?

He just ordered them. There's a connection between the thrall and their maker, so they would have instinctually known who it was exactly that Murphy wanted them to go after.

Hope that helps! Thank you so much for the ask :)

#the wayhaven chronicles #asks #lore #thralls #twc murphy

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luthienne · 8 months

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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

#natasha trethewey #thrall #mythology #siren #words #poetry #typography #a dream ago perhaps #the great wound #id in alt text

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harjrqy5u · 1 year

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