#“Case”

[agentredops]

Kingslayer - Lonely is the Muse

Kosmo "Kingslayer" Solovyov (or "Bell") recalls their past, leading them up to the present...

1040 Words

!: Mentions of blood and torture

You gotta fight for your right

To party!

You gotta fight!

Beastie Boys, ‘86. Kingslayer got it for their birthday in ‘87 from Naga. Naga was originally gonna get them the full album but soon saw the single and decided to get that one instead. Kingslayer appreciated either option.

Music was Kingslayer’s lifeline, keeping them in check and grounded, yet allowed some dreaming. It was the one thing that stayed with them, even through the brainwashing. If you asked them, if they never became part of the military, they would probably be a musician. No matter if they were famous or just down at the local bar, they would just sing their heart out, living that life...

Yet, life always has a dark sense of humor…

So instead, they are at the Rook, with the crew, sewing some of the clothes. The ripped, dirty clothes of the crew. It wasn’t a job they hate, they rather do this than fight again. Fighting was something odd to Kingslayer now. They used to be fine with it up until Solovetsky, when their old life died for the third time. After that, fighting was seen as a creature that would swallow them whole and just make them suffer.

Kingslayer would rarely fight when they were with Naga. It was rehabilitation after all… They were trying to free Kingslayer of the brainwashing, not make it worse. So Kingslayer stayed away from fighting, working on the sidelines, away from all the violence.

At least until ‘84…

—

I can’t stand it,

I know you planned it!

I’ma set this straight, this Watergate

“We have Adler.” That was all that Naga told Kingslayer that day, that hot day. Those words made Kingslayer’s blood boil. That rage they have been holding in for years, now returning back.

“And why you come to tell me this?”

“Cause we need you to make him scared. Show him that you are no longer his little dog. Show him that you are the monster.”

And in an hour, Kingslayer arrived at where Adler was held, ready to release all that anger… At Naga’s insistence, they wore a mask to hide their face since Naga didn’t want Adler saying anything to the others. And for a full day, Kingslayer tortured Adler. They did anything they were allowed to do. All as a warning. Kingslayer became the monster that Adler is.

Everyone was surprised at what Kingslayer did that day… Even Naga, but he doesn’t say a word about it. Yet, if you ask Kingslayer about it, all they tell you is, “All that stuff finally got out of me.”

The smell of blood stayed on Kingslayer that whole week. No matter how much they tried to clean themselves, the smell stayed. Kingslayer went into hiding for a couple of weeks after that, trying to hide that monster… Their music saved them… By May, Kingslayer appeared again and continued their rehabilitation once again, wanting to forget that day.

—

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doin’ here?

I don’t belong here…

By 1990, the CIA were starting to get on Naga’s trail for his connection to Perseus. At this point, Naga was ready to go on the run again and Kingslayer was ready to go. Yet they realized that if Kingslayer went with them and got caught, who knows what they would do to them.

So Naga forced Kingslayer to not follow them and go elsewhere. While Kingslayer didn’t want to do this, they had no choice. Naga gave them their stuff and was taken on a helicopter by one of his men to anywhere.

“Stay safe out there Kosmo!” The last words Naga said to Kingslayer as they left. Kingslayer would soon arrive in Soviet Armenia a couple of days later. Their supposed home country. They were left there, with their items and little money to their name. On a fake identity, they started to find work and try to live their life…

Yet, in a foreign country, they felt lost and confused. Their rough Armenian barely got them through the day and didn’t feel connected to the people around them. Their books didn’t help them enough, leaving them barely able to survive.

The radio, however, brought them back. They had a small radio in their little room, allowing them to listen to the music and the talk shows. And for once, felt they had a place here…

However, by the end of 1990, Kingslayer started to get stuck in the wrong crowd. They realized that they couldn’t stay here for much longer and on Christmas Day, they grabbed their stuff and went on the run. They would leave the country and start going west. They would hitchhike, barely surviving. Kingslayer would travel across Turkey, experiencing the culture, both the good and bad side.

By 1991, Kingslayer arrived in Bulgaria. They arrived in small towns and villages that couldn’t speak any of the languages there. So they decided to travel up north, hoping to find a new start. They would find one in the city of Burgas. They would work in a little shop for an old lady, fixing up clothing and other clothing. It worked for a while until they met Luke.

“Heard you can fix clothes quickly,” he told Kingslayer.

“Yeah, what you need?” Just a couple of shirts, nothing serious. They would finish the shirts in a couple of hours, returning them to Luke. Things went quiet for a bit until the man came back, looking a little worse for wear. They chatted a bit while Kingslayer worked until the man let something slip about a man named Russell Adler…

—

Lonely is the muse

Ah-ah

Lonely is the muse…

And here was Kingslayer, working with the crew at the Rook. They had a spot in the attic, away from everyone. It was for the safety of everyone and themselves. They worked on sewing stuff and even some repair work, but always did so in the night or away from others. Kingslayer knew the monster they have become will always be a part of them and can never get their original self back again. They just hope that this team won’t discard them in the end…

[wormspoodle]

idk has someone done this yet

[littlemut]

me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”

me as soon as im home:

[scramratz]

[struck-by-the-rain]

me when someone complains about something that's been genuinely bothering me too but i just brushed it off because i was worried that i was just bitchy/callous/sensitive but now I feel Vindicated

edit: original post is back, given its blown up sm im also linking the vetted fundraisers from Palestinians who've reached out to me recently here, here, here, here, here, here and here! please read their stories, donate if you can, and share them around!

edit 2: terfs get the fuck off this post. guarantee that you're the ones that we're all complaining about behind your backs. im trans and I fucking love my trans siblings of all stripes with all of my heart, way more than your pathetic arses could ever hate them

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[kittykatninja321]

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[adolin]

Full names and details of every man who was convicted of raping Gisèle Pelicot. The list includes 50 men who could be identified, besides Gisèle's husband, ranging in age from 27 to 74. Among them are a firefighter, a journalist, a nurse, a construction worker, and a prison guard. Most have families of their own, and only about half had previous convictions.

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[agentredops]

Black Ops 6 Spoilers

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

So, that Case character huh?

HUH?

Yes, slightly salty that we can't customize Case.

Yes, I am creating my own Case lmao (Luke "Case" Rook).

Yes, I am rewriting his lore a bit to fit into the campaign. Not as much. Gonna incorporate the Cradle into this cause oh boy, it's an... interesting little thing.

That "Emergence" mission is such a doozy and has so much potential...

Yes, I am rewriting that ending to the campaign. What the fuck Case?! NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH.

Yes, I am making Case alive cause fuck that, which technically leads into my next thing...

Yes, my Bell OC will be in this campaign cause I want them to haunt Adler lmao.

Mostly stays in the Safehouse, really fucking hates Adler. Still trying to figure out where they'll join in the storyline considering the really short timeframe it takes place in.

Think that's my whole rant for now...

Also, I think I found Case's song based off the campaign:

Yes, I might make an edit out of this...

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[trinketbug]

"furry inflation" (2024)