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craftyjellyfishcat · 7 months
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Story idea: a royal family was started when a humble farmer saved his community from a famine by donating every coin and food he could.
Now before any member can ascend to the throne, they must grow a plant to honor the farmer who saved many lives.
You seemingly can't grow anything, and many worry you never do so. One day however, you discover you can grow plants in a different way...
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vrnicky · 1 year
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Lore dump!
@janeelyakiri
TW: mentions of famine, death, eating humans, dark stuff.
This is the backstory behind Fennec! I made this like a chat she had with her therapist.
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"Ready?"
Fennec: I.. think so..
"We can chat about something else if you're not ready yet."
Fennec: N-no! I.. I can't handle.. keeping this secret anymore..
"I understand. Does this have to do with your disgust of blood?"
Fennec nods.
Fennec: it was.. some years ago. Before all this, skeletons appeared..
We got trapped.. in a cold place, there's was snow everywhere.. and slowly the food started vanishing.
"You were with a big group of people?"
Fennec: Kinda.. people who also got trapped with us..
"Understood. Continue."
Fennec: At first we thought, we could hunt some animals down but there wasn't anything there besides us..
My brother has always been a quiet one and even though he wasn't the leader, people respected him.
And without food.. everyone started going crazy when it happened..
"What happened?"
Fennec's grip on her chair tightens.
Fennec: someone started bothering my brother.. even tho he ignored him.. he just snapped and when he slipped h-he.. his neck hit a-a rock and.. and he.. h-he died..
Fennec holds down a sob.
Fennec: t-the other people quickly yelled at the body saying.. "it's still warm! We can eat it!"
M-me and my brother.. w-we couldn't handle it..
"If you need a moment.."
Fennec nods.
Fennec: after that moment.. we just.. started eating his poor body.. I-i.. I didn't wanted to! W-we.. I.. I was just so hungry.. we were so hungry..
Then.. the group we were in decided to started killing.. the weak ones.. I.. was a weak one.
"What?! They tried to kill you?!"
Fennec: yeah.. that's how I got most of my scars.. mostly because they trapped my brother down so he couldn't stop them..
I never saw Wolf.. full of rage before that moment.. he just.. killed them all out of anger..
"This means.. the ones that tried to kill you made you the scar in your eye and your knee problem?"
Fennec nods again.
Fennec: after that we left that place.. we needed to go somewhere else.. we were.. just beasts at this point..
As I didn't know how to fight or defend myself.. Wolf was the one to get food and me.. the one that alert him someone was coming..
"I think that's enough, thank you for cooperating."
Fennec: ...I knew you would judge me..
"I'm not saying that, that was clearly traumatic for you! Just go home and rest."
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intersectionalpraxis · 2 months
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Famine is in Gaza because the IOF has been and is starving Palestinian people. 13 children...and the state of Northern Gaza is just beyond horrifying -this terrorizing occupation must end. This doesn't just stop at a ceasefire. The IOF must be held accountable for their war crimes.
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sayruq · 20 days
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kelocitta · 10 months
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rat concepts feat. not looking at a bone for reference
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van1llam1lkk · 7 months
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Bitter Cravings
[ sfw | TW ; Manipulation, Feederism, Implied Sexual Content, Dubcon, Mentions of Terrorism and Homicide, Coercion As well as some General Yandere content but it's very subtle, Smoking, There's a scene where smoke is blown into your mouth]
Female Yandere x GN Reader
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Mei hums a oddly familiar tune to herself, her gentle smile never wavering from her face as you hesitantly ate the dessert she had prepared for you.
"Do you have to watch me eat?" You ask, ending the silence that was only punctuated by the clinking of your silverware and Mei's humming.
"But of course, I have to make sure my Darling eats their fill." She remarks, propping her chin up with her hand. "And you are entertaining me, no? In turn I..." She trails off, clearly already forgetting what the original deal was.
"You give me information about this place in return," You remind her, irritated at her short-term forgetfulness.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, so hurry up and eat- you want that information don't ya'?" She pauses before adding "Pretty please?"
You stare at her for a moment before turning back to your plate of chocolate cake. Gingerly, you cut the rich velvet cake with your fork, somewhat embarrassed that Mei is watching your every move. When you take the first bite, it is an explosion of flavor - dark chocolate, ganache and vanilla cake melting together in your mouth. And with each little bite of yours her gaze bears down on you harder.
The dessert was delicious, but the fact that you were being watched so intently made the experience rather off-putting and Intimate in a uncomfortable way.
"This is way better than what they have around here," you say, in an attempt to avoid an awkward silence.
"Yes, there are several farms in my faction. So, unlike the subpar products we sell to you, we just keep the high-quality items for ourselves or outside vendors." She waved her hand nonchalantly before continuing. "It's really nothing complicated."
You hummed in acknowledgment as you tried to think of your next question. "So... Whole water incident." She let out a loud groan and threw her head back in annoyance as she mumbled a colorful vocabulary or curses. Digging through her pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and removed one small one from it—odd since she said she could make any product she wanted— and put it into a golden cigarette holder.
"It happened before I was born, so truth be told I can't give you many details. But in short, a large number of members bought large amounts of highly concentrated forms of Soman and released it in the subway stations The leaders behind the act were executed and the followers were probably just sentenced to life in prison." She hesitates for a second, trying to recall any other crucial details.
"There were several homicides that followed, targeting anyone in positions of power or people who leaked information about the incident afterwards. Their bodies were dismembered and strewn about. And after those two events, the government kept us under surveillance for a while— seventy decades if I'm right." It was strange how nonchalantly she spoke of such a heinous act of terrorism.
"We still are, now that I think about it, but they're less strict now; just have to get their permission when purchasing certain drugs."
"That's a little fucked up... You're talking as if it was no big deal and like there weren't hundreds of people that might have been killed because of it," you say, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice.
Mei scoffs in response, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette Cabriole before blowing the smoke right in your face. As you blink away the cloud, she finally responds.
"Honey, this place is probably less corrupt than your own government, and that's saying a lot. Just because we had a couple of accidents doesn't make us all bad." Her hand tightens around your mid-drift as she continues speaking. "Besides, I'm more interesting than any of this rusty old place's history. And I can give you so much more than anyone else ever could."
She lays her head on your shoulder briefly before sitting on your lap and wrapping her arm around your neck.
"I don't get why you can't join up here; I give you so much already and all you do for me is come by a few times a week." An annoyed scowl appears on her features. "You'd be able to get so much out of being a member here."
“Would you ever want to try smoking?” Her eyes shifted, obviously interested in the topic. “Just inhale, alright?” Before you could ask for further detail, she leaned closer and blew smoke directly into your mouth, catching you off guard. You reflexively swallowed, triggering a coughing fit that made her laugh softly. “Ahh, so I take it you have no experience with this.” She twirled the golden Cabriole around her fingers as she examined your reaction. She paused for a few seconds, studying your face before leaning closer and pushing you back against the pillows.
"You're a pretty little thing aren't cha'? And such a willing participant, letting me use you for my own amusement" She teases, her voice clearly mocking you're willingness to do in exchange for a little information.
"But, I'm not done using you." She adds on in a whisper, those words being the only warning you get before her lips soft and warm pressed against yours, the taste of Tobacco lingering on her tongue.
her hand lightly tracing your chest as her hand wanders downwards. Stopping just above your waist where she lingered for a moment longer before giving you a light squeeze.
Mei pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming out in hot puffs against your neck. "You know," she began, "there is more to be gained by joining us than just access to high-quality goods." Her fingers traced circles on your waist, lightly messing with the waistband of your pants. "And I'm sure you know where I'm getting at, don't you?"
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riddle-me-grits · 2 years
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Stoker and PTSD (and the Irish Potato Famine)
I’ve seen some folks in the Dracula Daily tag expressing surprise that Jonathan’s symptoms of post-traumatic stress feel so accurate, and that they can’t believe this is coming from a 19th century novel, so I thought I’d offer up a little context.
Even though we usually locate the beginning of medical understandings of PTSD as WWI (with “shell-shock”), The Victorians definitely had some sense of what PTSD was and how it manifested, though they obviously wouldn't have called it that (references to it include names like "battle exhaustion," "soldier's fatigue," "hysterical attacks," “railway spine,” and others). In the 1880s, psychologists like Jean-Martin Charcot began to argue that trauma could induce “hysteria” for years afterwards (which, folks knew -- there’s references to PTSD in Shakespeare -- but this is when the medical establishment started to, well, medicalize it).
By the time Dracula was written, Freud the Creep™ had already set up his practice, and the "talking cure" as treatment for things like trauma was gaining momentum in Europe. Stoker was very interested in psychology and “hysteria,” and would have read works by Freud and Charcot. He also had family ties to the medical establishment -- his older brother, Thornley, was an anatomist and surgeon in the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland.
There’s good historical context for all this in Andrés Romero Jódar’s article “Bram Stoker’s Dracula. A Study on the Human Mind and Paranoid Behaviour” (x), which is thankfully online and not behind a paywall, hooray!
There’s also then the matter of how much Stoker’s understanding of trauma/ptsd was personal or something he bore witness to. He spent a portion of his childhood bedridden with a mysterious illness (and his treatment, according to a great-nephew, may have included blood-letting, which... okay, apocryphal but interesting). 
He was also born during the Irish Potato Famine, which remains a critical case study in considerations of mass social and physical trauma, survivor’s guilt, and epigenetics (roughly, the idea that something like severe trauma can have an effect on the genetics of one’s children; that trauma can be literally generational).
The Stokers, like everyone in Ireland, were affected by the famine and, if nothing else, it’s possible that witnessing the aftereffects of a mass cultural trauma like that might have deepened Stoker’s understanding of PTSD as a phenomenon or triggered his interest in the subject. Further, the particular kinds of trauma that occurred in Ireland during that event (people starving to the point of resembling the undead, people being accidentally buried alive, people being sucked dry by predatory aristocrats, the belief that cholera arrived borne upon sinister mists) are not incidental in a discussion of Dracula and its conception.
There’s a tidy little summary of connections between the Famine and Dracula here.
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shysheeperz · 23 days
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hiba91 · 2 months
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For those who said we are lying 👍👍
#Repost @palestine.pixel
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| The child Yazan Al-Kafarna.. he is suffering from bad health conditions after his displacement from northern Gaza to the city of Rafah, and he is at risk of death at any moment due to the lack of food and oxygen in hospitals and health care.
Via @hassan_eslaih
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the-lady-maddy · 2 months
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bebemoon · 1 year
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FAMINE .
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littlemistit · 20 days
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Are you guys capable of creating aesthetic art of beautiful women getting eviscerated where they aren't super hyper skinny or would that be too grotesque for you
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thefourchimes · 8 months
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Talking more about The Four Chimes AU because yes
so there’s been an interesting surge of apocalypse four (though most people call them vecna four) content recently, which i am very much thrilled to see
in line with that, i’m gonna share a bit more on the au that has been built from the ground up ever since last year, having definite arcs and various aus and sub aus of it already
the four chimes au
this universe has been mine and @lumaxramblings 's blood, sweat, and tears for the past year, ever since July 14
i've made a few posts about it, and shared some snippets on it in some wip weds and weekends, but i never fully explained the universe beyond the little bubble of the discord thread in the discord server im in
so let me explain now. we know this already but the apocalypse four are vecna's four sacrifices to make the four gates, but in this au, they're not just the four sacrifices. they're the four chimes too.
you see, vecna had a vision. he had remembered the story of the four horsemen of the apocalypse from a time victor creel had brought him and alice to the Church to listen
the four horsemen of the apocalypse, he had mused...and inspiration struck him.
he had a vision, and he saw it through.
and he got them all. he won.
and now he has his four horsemen of the apocalypse, or in this universe rather...his four chimes of catastrophe.
you all know who they are, but the question is, who is who? well, as @lumaxramblings has said in that fateful ask that started this whole universe in the first place, it would be:
chrissy = famine
fred = death
patrick = war
max = pestilence
as for the reason, canon itself gives some details and evidence to point out who would be who. (tw ed mention on chrissy's part)
chrissy is famine because of her eating disorder and her "hunger" to be free in a sense. fred is death because of his survivor's guilt and all the constant grave and death visuals. patrick is war because of his home life and how he's always in constant conflict. and finally, max is pestilence because of her thought process on being something that plagues others...and vecna!lucas' "you are sick."
there's quite a few more points that can be brought up, along with how some of the canon scenes actually fuel this universe, but i'll talk about that another time
so now, vecna's sacrifices are no longer who they were before everything.
now, they are his soldiers, his little experiments, his four chimes of catastrophe.
and just as they had been broken, they will now be the ones to break the world.
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(but then...you remember, the apocalypse 4 weren't the only ones who got caught in vecna's curse and vision.
you know who else did?
nancy wheeler.
and in the four horsemen of the apocalypse lore, wasn't there something going on with the white rider of the horsemen? the fact that...there's a bit of confusion on whether the white rider is pestilence...or conquest?
...in another universe, nancy is conquest, the fifth chime of catastrophe.
an incomplete chime.
...but maybe that's a story for another day...)
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i actually had started the fic of this already, but it's been a few months since i've updated it, oof :")
anyway, that's a bit of an explanation on the four chimes au.
it kind of becomes a s5 alternate universe in a sense? finnthony and i already have an idea on what happens all throughout the main story, complete with arcs already lmao (and that's not even talking about the sub-aus, like the conquest au...)
its lots of angst though, lemme tell you
i dont want to reveal too much but there is a lot of platonic and romantic dynamics here
platonic being the party's friendship (heh), the teens' friendship, best friend soulmates stobin ofc, and all other platonic relationships that can be connected with each member of this ragtag, traumatized group
for romance, we got lumax (with future elumax), byler, duzie, ronance, stongyle (aka steve x jonathan x argyle), jopper, and...well. a few others too, but i'll be keeping those quiet for now.
i’ll likely post more stuff at some point, to get it out here lmao and because this au is just <3
tagging the people who’ve been here all through out:
@laurienotteddy @mitski-slope @itsanotheridiot @hellsfireclub @history-of-stories @she-wont-miss
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People who say this is 'hard to look at' and I 'don't want to see this,' are the ones who need to see this the most because how does a forced famine onto millions of people, half of whom are children is not something you're CONSISTENTLY on social media talking about and in the streets protesting about because this is past the point of vileness. Anyone who supports Israhell is equally complicit and is morally depraved.
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sayruq · 2 months
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TW: A dead body
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suncaptor · 4 months
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When Famine said that Sam is the exception to the rule just the way Lucifer WANTED him to be. like Lucifer was doing this purposefully. like he was grooming Sam.
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