#Artic Dub

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[2020] 17 de Dezembro | quatroconnection [instalação] | George Silver [instalação] | António Caramelo | Travassos | Sã Bernardo & Sal Grosso | Desterro - Lisboa

Colaboração [Nariz Entupido | Artic Dub]

Cartaz [Daniela Rodrigues]

[thisgardenofromance]

I connected the entirety of OHSHC (anime dub) to the calendar :)

This took me too long <3

Alrighty! So what I'm gonna do first is show the calendar charts for when/if people come back to look at them and already understand what the mean, then I'm gonna specify what I mean by each day exactly by telling you the first scene of each day with time-codes under the cut (skipping the full day episodes because... duh), and then I'm gonna explain why (with sources)... It'll make sense if you read the whole post I promise.

So. On the calendar, the days will be listed as episode number and day number (E#:D#). These will be color-coded. Pink means that day definitely is that specific calendar date based on the information I have. Purple means we have some wiggle room. Green are national holidays (found on questionjapan.com and nippon.com).

E1:D1 - Haruhi looks into the fourth library and complains (1:20)

E1:D2 - Haruhi finds out her bag has been thrown in the fountain (17:05)

E2:D1 - Haruhi realizes she's late for the club (1:20)

E2:D2 - Kazugazaki teaches Haruhi to dance (8:30)

E2:D3 - Tamaki begins the Host party (12:20)

E3:D1 - The hosts hold a cherry blossom reception (1:20)

E3:D2 - Tamaki daydreams about a "feminized" Haruhi (7:10)

E3:D3 - First year students head down to their physical exams (11:10)

E4:D1 - The host club holds its "teary men" session (3:05)

E4:D2 - Tamaki discusses the merits of a lady manager (9:50)

E4:D3 - The hosts film the basketball scene of their movie (13:30)

E4:D4 - The girls fawn over the film to the host club (20:30)

E5:D1 - The twins play the "which one is Hikaru" game (2:10)

E5:D2 - The twins greet Haruhi in class (11:45)

E5:D3 - The twins play the "which one is Hikaru" game with switched hair colors (20:45)

E6:D1 - Shiro tells his music club teacher that he's quitting (1:20)

E6:D2 - Shiro watches Tamaki host veerrry closely (3:35)

E6:D3 - Honey and Haruhi sneak into the elementary school in disguise (11:55)

E6:D4 - Hina finds Shiro's piano recital (19:20)

E6:D5 - Shiro hosts in the club (21:10)

E8:D1 - The twins say the host club is going to the beach (1:20)

E8:D2 - The twins ask why they went to Okinawa (2:50)

E8:D3 - The hosts leave Okinawa (21:30)

E9:D1 - The Zuka club twirl their way into the gates for some reason (1:20)

E9:D2 - The Zuka club preform on stage (16:50)

E11:D1 - Kirimi walks through Ouran Academy's grounds in search of her brother (1:20)

E11:D2 - Nekozawa gives his oddly nonplatonic speech to Kuma-chan (12:00)

E11:D3 - The host club muse over Nekozawa's success/failure (20:45)

E12:D1 - The hosts spill tea on Usa-chan (1:20)

E12:D2 - Girls fawn over how cute Honey is despite his anguish (9:45)

E12:D3 - Honey paces the clubroom while everyone else watches warily (15:30)

E12:D4 - Renge explains a happy ending (20:00)

E14:D1 - The newspaper club discusses their dropping numbers (1:20)

E14:D2 - The newspaper club finds the host club playing games (13:30)

E15:D1 - Tamaki's phone call wakes the twins up (1:20)

E15:D2 - Kaoru wakes up on the floor (19:00)

E16:D1 - Haruhi and Arai recognize each other (1:20)

E16:D2 - Haruhi and Hikaru meet up for their date (10:00)

E16:D3 - Hikaru accepts Arai's watermelon (21:15)

E21:D1 - Kaoru thinks about his pumpkin carriage metaphor while tapping him pumpkin pencil against his mouth as one does (1:20)

E21:D2 - The twins tell the class rep the story of the clock tower witch (11:55)

E21:D3 - Haruhi and the twins look at the newspaper article about class 1A (20:40)

E22:D1 - Kasanoda's men wish him good morning (1:20)

E22:D2 - Tetsuya wonders if Kasanoda brought his umbrella with him to school (11:50)

E23:D1 - Kasanoda walks in on Haruhi changing (1:20)

E23:D2 - Kasanoda walks in during club hours and requests Haruhi (7:25)

Oh boy we made it to how you can fact check me!!! This is gonna be an entire brain-dump because I am dead

E1 - Aired 4/4/2006 (info found on imdb). Japanese school generally starts on Monday the second week of April (info found in an article from questionjapan.com), which was 4/3/2006, and various comments seem like it's early but not the first day, so we're setting the first day as the first airing to have a starting point!

E2 - It's still "early spring", the cherry blossoms are only buds, there's a slight sense of normalcy, the club has definitely been open for at least a week thanks to Kanako's shenanigans, and the party takes place in "one week", so the first day would have to be late in the week, likely the week of 4/10. Thanks to the fact that Haruhi's practice session with Kanako is directly the next day, the first one would have had to be Thursday, and the second would be Friday. The party could conceivably be the next Friday or Saturday, but I would really really hope it's Friday because Suzushima waits for Haruhi in his school uniform. Also Suzushima is going to England "next month" (May) which could technically be literally any day in the month...

E3 - So the cherry blossoms were blooming on the night of the party last episode, and they're still blooming for the flower-viewing reception. According to this article on japan-guide.com, after the cherry blossoms start legitimately blooming, you've got about a week. We're gonna assume the earlier the better considering the state they're in! On the day of the flower-viewing reception, physical exams are "the day after tomorrow". When they are back in the music room, Haruhi says "sorry I'm late guys" which means she wasn't with them, ergo it's a new day.

E4 - Renge arrives on the first day, crashes the club, and pronounces herself lady manager. She's transferring into class 1A "tomorrow" (which means two week days back-to-back), and then later she arrives to the club with cookies in her school uniform, so I assume that's the day she officially transferred. Renge has a crew flown in from LA to film the host club movie, which she doesn't have the idea for until she starts working on the hosts' characters. I used travelmath.com to calculate the flight time between Tokyo (as a major city in Japan) and LA, which came out to about a 12-hour flight, so we need a buffer day at least. The movie seems to be filmed on club time, so that's a week day, and then "several days later" the episode concludes, which could literally be anywhere between 4 and 9 days in colloquial terms.

E5 - I think it's pretty safe to say this takes place over three consecutive days just on how the episode is presented (one day fight and make-up). This definitely has to happen after the conclusion of the last episode thanks to Renge.

E6 - Ok ok ok ok ok so: most of the shenanigans have to take place over three days. Shiro greets the club on a costumed club day, he observes them on a non-costumed club day, and he goes back to the club... which could conceivably be on the same day as the observation, except that the club appears to have just opened and the teacher gave the kids a new piece for the day. On that third day, Hina is supposed to move to Germany at the end of the week, so the recital is probably that Friday to give Shiro more time to practice. And now... the incident. There was a date on that invitation that we as the audience get to read. I got so excited!! A concrete date I could place this one on!! Except it's September 3rd fucking September 3rd why does is say September 3rd fuck you bones what the fuck is this shit

Anyway Shiro hosts "10 days later". Interestingly, not for the first time thanks to the comment "I thought [Tamaki] would make it through without exploding this time".

E7 - School day. Post the conclusion of the last episode because Honey "felt threatened last episode" and before the next because that one hinges on the conclusion of this one, but otherwise there's absolutely nothing tying this one down.

E8 - Sometime after episode 7 they decide to go to the beach, then presumably the next weekend they spend one night in Okinawa. Since this ends up falling on the week of the twins' birthdays, I absolutely refuse to believe any of these days happen on June 9th because... come on. Do you think the twins would ever keep their mouths shut about their birthday???

E9 - This starts no later than Thursday due to the fact that the cultural expo lasts two days back-to-back (explicitly labeled). Of course, this is assuming Ouran has a five-day week, as many things on the calendar do, thanks to that same article from questionjapan.com I mentioned earlier.

E10 - It takes place over one day on a Sunday, thanks to Haruhi rejoicing that "there's no better time to hit the supermarket than a Sunday morning"

E11 - Kirimi shows up, the practice in the science room happens two days later because Haruhi says "she's made me read about fifty volumes of shojo manga over the last three days" (Kirimi's arrival, the day before, the day she says that). "Several days later" the hosts see Nekozawa hiding again.

E12 - Genuinely what the fuck why is Honey's toothache only three days long they definitely take longer than that sir??? Anyway it's explicitly in the title so three days it is! The bunny incident definitely happens the same day as the discovery of Honey's toothache (referenced as "earlier").

E13 - I don't know man the actual awake day happens for like a minute and a half. Week day??? If the entire episode was just a nebulous dream I probably wouldn't have even counted it on the timeline lol.

E14 - First of all, the newspaper club's story on the host club is supposed to be the very last story of the semester, so it's gotta be real close to the start of summer vacation. The first day is near the end of the week ("how many copies did we sell this week"), and the second day is the very next one ("tomorrow").

E15 - Explicitly stated by the twins, it starts three days into summer vacation, or 7/23/2006!! Japan's summer vacation starts on the 20th (found traveltips.usatoday.com and that same questionjapan.com article). Obviously, when Kaoru wakes up on the floor would be the very next day, or 7/24/2006.

E16 - Starts on the same day as the last episode (7/24/2006), Haruhi's date is "tomorrow" (7/25/2006), and the conclusion would be "the next day".

E17 - TAMAKI'S EXPO FLYER SAYS 8/27-8/31!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT I WANTED FROM HINA'S STUPID INVATATION THANK YOU ANIMATORS FOR THIS CRUMB OF EASE. It's also the last day of summer vacation which would be the week of the 31st!! I can't guarantee which day of the week it would be though, because I would assume school starts up again on Monday, but I could be wrong? It doesn't make any fuckin sense to start school again on a Friday that year but hey man I don't make the rules.

E18 - Who even fuckin knows man. One school day, but there's literally weeks of unused space in the time slot this could fit so like close your eyes and pick a date :')

E19 - Singular day on the weekend. If I had to guess, it would be Sunday (just because Haruhi was planning to go to the supermarket), but no promises. Probably September.

E20 - I didn't include it on the calendar because it literally does not matter. The entire episode is a flashback, there's not a singular moment that takes place at the time of the rest of the anime <3

E21 - Starts the week before Halloween (10/23/2006). Final exams (2-3 days according to this Q&A that I picked and chose from) are almost happening, because clubs generally aren't in session during exam days. Haruhi and the twins skip on the club to help 1A plan, which means it's the same day. The tournament is explicitly stated to happen on Halloween night. The ending is... sometime soon after that?

E22 - Spread over two days: like Renge in the fourth episode, Kasanoda shows up while a costumed club day is in session, but sticks around after that. They're one after the other ("yesterday").

E23 - This obviously starts on the same day as the end of the last episode. Kasanoda refuses to eat dinner "again", but I can't guarantee that this is connected to Haruhi? I don't know, the language around her is all muddled, dude. It seems like it was originally intended to be on the exact same day as the start of the episode, because when Tetsuya talks about how he saw Kasanoda and Haruhi together, the sub says "today" (the scene wasn't in the manga so I couldn't check that :/ ), but the dub says "all the time". For why. Anyway, it seems like he visits as a guest the very next day but I don't have a direct quote for that one. This episode's timeframe is probably the most mindfucky out of the entire show T - T

Then in the conclusion it seems like it was supposed to be the same day but I can't guarantee it and also the roses are in full bloom in fucking November???? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Literally just put these episodes before the Halloween one literally just put them in September/early October literally all you had to do was air these episodes before Halloween and not reference the pumpkin carriage metaphor I fucking know you guys could do it you rearranged a whole bunch of other shit from the manga timeline why would you do this to me fuck you fuck you fuck youuuu

Also technically according to this article the roses could be blooming if they were in the very very very south of Japan but also that would have literally meant that the cherry blossoms would have been in full bloom in mid-March <3

E24 - Literally it's cold enough for falling leaves and kotatsu tables the very next episode FUCk you bones anyway it's one school day

E25 - The super super fun thing about this is that I could have placed the cultural festival on the weekend it's SUPPOSED to be on (gainjinpot.com and questionjapan.com) if literally just the Kasanoda episodes had come out before the Halloween episode <3 I am a ball of pure fury. Anyway, it starts the morning of and continues to sunset. We're gonna assume its Friday based on the next episode.

E26 - So this is day two of the cultural festival, or the "main fair". Since the festival is generally a one-day event held on Saturdays and this one is supposed to be the main one, we're gonna put this one on Saturday.

OH MY GOD I FUCKIN DID IT!!!!!!!

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— 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒<3

(factual speed run!): Rome is — 18, South Asian, entp (7w8), favourite colour? Red and Gold but what’ll you do anyways…she/her, a full-time-student—STEM, raging bisexual, bilingual. This is, as per my indecisiveness, a multi fandom blog now hehe

˚ ༘💭⋆｡˚ — (what’s goin’ on in that gorgeous brain of yours?): Rome is thinking — of her husbands and wives<3 especially of Suguru Geto because just about men who hate your guts and will also rearrange them for you makes me horny. In an eternal poly relationship with SatoSugu and honourable mentions to my side bae Shoko.

(music that is blessed!): Rome Listens to — Hozier, Mitski, Cavetown, Artic Monkeys, Lost Stories, Zeph, Nanku, The Yellow Diaries, Neighbourhood, Young The Giants, Catfish and the bottlemen, Hoosiers, pat!d, lumineers, one direction, Lorde, Mother Mother, Wallows, Girl in Red, Marina, Alec Benjamin

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠:

—my general likes: coffee and tea, vanilla scented things, sour candies, psychological thriller, mangas, maths and physics and classic literature, drama, random silly little debates on mundane topics, star-gazing, watching sun-rise, organised phones, raspberries, men who are smarter than, women who are stronger than me, late night walks, hot showers, watching people do makeup (because I can’t), doing my hair, dancing, silly little skirts, caramel flavoured things, pasta, baking, a lot- like a lot of academic validation&lt;3

—my general dislikes: conservatives(or that’s still ok but don’t come @ me with your views),furries, chemistry, people who shove their opinions into others, misogynists, rad fems, gabi haters, sadly- eren💀; incels, homophobes and islamophobes; any sort of discrimination

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠:-

—What I will write:

most genres at any given time- angst, fluff, smut. I do accept requests and will write anything ranging from drabbles and Headcanons to longer fics (+2k words); I do age up all my characters (given I mostly write for adults anyways) even if there’s no smut; I am fine with most kinks too, just check what I don’t write for a heads up.

It may that you sent a request and I never worked on it or maybe even said I would and then nothing ever happened, I’m sorry but sometimes that’s how it is. Often I don’t have enough motivation and I’m an ask-hoarder so even as I write, I have month old asks stored in��it’s nothing personal at all in fact I may just corporate your ask/request/thirst in a longer fic as I please (sorry not sorry my love)

I’m fine with writing angsty stuff too, blood and gore, character deaths, polyamory, character x reader x character or character x reader; I usually write Fem! Reader unless requested otherwise (I’m not experienced much with Male! Reader though);

my reader inserts are always fem! Bodied and devoid of any other particular physical features (may sometimes be defined as chubby but yes); dub-con; concept of physical/mental abuse (works will be properly tagged or trigger warned)

—What I won’t write: water sports; monster fucking(may hold exceptions); omegaverse; indulgence in bodily fluids (except blood and cum); rape; non-con; pedophilia; incest, any kind of discrimination; scat; lolli-con

—What fandoms I work on: Shinjeki no Kyojin; Boku no hero piko; Jujutsu kaisen; Haikyuu!!; Tokyo Revengers; Bungo Stray Dogs

“Rules”:

i love terms of endearment and use them indiscriminately so if there’s an issue, do lemme know and I do talk a lot in general but don’t barge into my inbox with slurs or “bitch/slut/whore” when and if we don’t know each other)

Do not, I repeat, do NOT bring discourse to my blog <3 about other writers, my mutuals or anything

It may be that I make you uncomfortable or vice versa, in which case I do encourage talking it out and voicing your issue but if you’re not big on that, soft-block and hard-blocks are ok with no hard feelings because I’m huge on curating your own experience

If you wanting to hard-block/soft-block me, it’s ok but please by all accords don’t leave me following you because that’s just weird

don’t send hate because 1. It doesn’t matter to me 2. I’ve better things to deal with and you look stupid

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For the lovely asks! Vinyl and Teacups <3

Thanks for asking

Vinyl: What is some of your favorite music?: I usually listen to French music. Very much in love with stuff I listened to as a teen (Dub Inc, les Ogres..) in the car. At home, I love to be nostalgic and think about my time in the Artic so I listen to “Twin Flames”. If I’m writing, I’ll go for Enya, Deep Forest, Geoffroy or Lorde. I need to expand my horizons though lol

Teacups: Favorite beverages : as a French Gal I used to live wine but getting older (seems like I’m 100 yo saying that lol) I don’t like it as much. I love French vanilla coffee, berries teas (raspberry, pomegranate, blackcurrant..) and I’m ashamed to say that but there’s nothing like a fresh Coca Cola ahah

[marine-indie-gal]

Been discovering some Piece of Lost Media of a Show that features an Unlikely Trio of Three Anthropomorphic Animals who work as Police Officers called "Patrol 03" and it's a French Cartoon since I've been digging up some unlikely Foreign Cartoons that are underneath the internet's buried treasure.

I've found out that this Show has so many dubs (but some of them are completely lost) but the English Dub is extremely rare considering that the US Dub has only Four Episodes which is such a huge crime to Me because as someone who's also foreign as well, I often do wish to understand a certain foreign language that I still wish to understand (as says to someone whose got like Three Nations). Basically, the Concept of the Show is about a Trio of Police Officers raging into Three Different Animal Species (A Basset Hound named "Shorty", a Rat named "Wilfred" and a Supposed Artic Fox named "Carmen") (set within the Furry World) solving Crimes & Mysteries about their own City that they all live in, in order to prove themselves for the Police Department, only then, does it feature a Sub-Plot about a Corrupt Chief Policewoman who wants to overthrow the Mayor and become The New Mayor.

I dunno just on how or wonder why I did found this but I feel as if though that this show would've had the potential to get its own Reboot. Especially on how its one of those Soft 2000s cartoons before when Furries became even more cooler.

Patrol 03 (c) Chistophe Izard & WildBrain

[regaliasonata]

Artic-Ethan Sketch

Finally drew Ethan in the Artic Thunder Au, he's very attentive when it comes to building things and life itself. Stemmed from his own upbringing in the world.

Outfit wise he has more of a formal style with somewhat researcher vibes. Like his gloves have holographic keyboards and he can even trace nanotechnology and strings with the tips.

I also gave him dreads because dude is stylish, they're white in color because of an accident from his childhood. His outfit has a lot of edges and points based off the triceratops, like his glasses and the Yanma Gust openings for his trench coat.

Also his coat has a triceratops design like Yukita from Abaranger. (If there's any confusion Ethan here has a big collars shirt underneath, he can button it up if he wants but I like him extra✨️😎)

As for some details on his powers like Conner's time dilation and Kira's matter frequency Ethan also has an extra branch in his powers. Like in Abaranger on Blizz-Earth humans have abilities dubbed "Dino Guts", here the team can add them to their ranger powers for new ones.

Artic-Ethan's hard skin can branch into particle solidification, like taking the strength of his skin and adding the pressure elsewhere. So like making explosive atoms or maybe a forecfield etc.

With Hayley they both act as the brains of the team when needed, Ethan is also very outgoing and tries to give his support wherever. Especially with Conner who's been through a lot.

Here's the main trio together, I'll color them later

Trent and Tommy are next

[nachoaveragejoe234]

OK, I agree with this post except we need to stop peddling the "I thin a villain is too ugly or too power hungry so I ASSUME THEY'RE JEWISH CODED and accuse the producers of bigotry" tuff. Several people have talked about the nonsense of these claims and how the people who associate these things with Jews in the first place are the problem. Some of these debunkings even came from JEWS. If there are even Jews saying these critics are blowing things up.... they ARE.

I have reblogged ones I think make a good point.

First, two Jews discussing this among each other:

And debunking entire threads:

As you can see, people don't seem to be aware Gothel is BASED ON HER NON JEWISH VA and CHER. The only people who are seeing "Jews" are people who are purposefully looking for features to call Jewish. They do that with any villain with a big or pointy nose. That's why they look at a witch, trolls, bird-themed villains like Rothbart in Swan Lake, and just assume they're secretly some sinister plot to brainwash kids into hating Jews. Yes that may have happened in the past, but a cartoon character with magic is not gonna suddenly make people hate a culture. Also as pointed out, Rapunzel and Flynn would be Jewish by this logic of using small things to code. They're voiced by Jews and definitely have Mandy and Zachary's influence IN THEIR CHARACTERS. Then.... what almost any movie accused of antisemitism whether it's Tangled, Barbie Swan Lake, PBarbie Princess and the Pauper, Barbie Fairytopia, Christmas Carol, Wizard of Oz, etc either has a Hebrew dub or was released in Israel. Disney has lots of Jewish characters in their TV shows made before and after Tangled, the Walt hating Jews and loving Nazis is a common rumor that has been debunked. Barbie was made by a Jew so people can't use the aruments of Barbie and Ken being blonde (aka calling them Nazis) to criticize Barbie movies. Wizard of Oz was directed by multiple people. including Louis Mayer, and his studio MGM made it. The Mayer family was JEWISH. The author, L FRank Baum, based on his surname, was also Jewish. People caused a fuss about Uncle Boris from Rugrats because they saw his nose and of course assumed the worst. Only for it to backfire in their faces when they realized Rugrats was created by two Jewish people and the episode was made by Jews. Jesus Christ.

Also, Gothel doesn't look "more Jewish" than her concept art. She has the SAME FEATURES, only difference is her hair is up to look more glamorous. If your idea of "Jew" equates with "having curly or kinky hair", then Merida from Brave must be Jewish coded too as she has the same wild, curly hair.

I never see people say something's anti Buddhist, anti Christian, or anti Shinto or whatever, just antisemitic or Islamophobic.

Will you tell me why nobody calls Harley Quinn antisemitic despite ACTUALLY being Jewish and a villain? Or why you don't think Gretchen from Mean Girls is antisemitic even though she's a canon Jew, who's a fancy rich brat? By that logic she's a Jewish American Princess and I thought Jews hated that? Really says where these critics heads are. Being upset and causing a hullabaloo about non Jewish characters being "coded" aka "secretly" Jewish and thus offensive, but when it comes to actual Jews they can't headcanon because they KNOW the character is a Jew, they suddenly go quiet unless it's an actual Nazi movie or made by some fringe group.

You want some antisemiism? Never have I Ever is a very antisemitic show. Or look at how a lot of people talk about Israel or anyone who even shows care for Israeli civilians. VAs like Tara Strong attacked for being proudly Jewish by "Free Palestine" people. THAT'S where the antisemitism is. NOT a character having a design or personality you don't like. If they're not actually Jewish characters, they don't represent Jews. You HC them as Jewish so you can have a reason to be offended. No, not you specifically but people who complain about this in general.

Love the post as a whole but you ruined it by buying into the bad faith headcanons made specifically to try and cancel media.

i don't understand why with the modern retellings of fairytales no one has done rapunzel? there's been a growing trend in wanting to have 'darker' fairytales, or to deconstruct or explore the original stories. but a rapunzel adaptation would be able to do this so well!

compared to other fairytale's and princesses, rapunzel isn't in many adaptations. think of how many different versions of cinderella, snow white, beauty and the beast or peter pan there are (obviously varying in quality lmao)

it's honestly endless!

but rapunzel has very few adaptations:

there are two major movies: 'barbie rapunzel' and 'tangled',

rapunzel is a character in the musical 'into the woods', which also became a movie

one major tv series which is the tangled spinoff 'rapunzel's tangled adventure'

even in stories that combine many fairytales, rapunzel is rarely in them - being a minor villain in 'shrek the third', and as a minor character appearing in one episode of 'once upon a time' in season 3, and then a different version of rapunzel appears in season 7 as a villain who is also lady tremaine (idk i didn't write it)

so there's a lot of potential to explore the story more, especially considering no adaptation has ever gone into the original story (into the woods would be the most similar, but the ending is quite different and rapunzel's not a major character in the musical) and that most versions of rapunzel so far have been for younger audiences.

even just the basic premise of the original story would fit a darker fairytale - a girl is raised in isolation, kept in a tower with no doors or ways to leave and her only company is the abusive woman who raises her, telling the girl she is being kept safe from the outside world. not to mention the other elements of the original story that would be interesting to see portrayed onscreen or be interpreted in different ways - a baby being bartered, rapunzel banished by the woman who raised her for being pregnant, the prince is pushed from the tower and is blinded by thorns, in some versions the witch ends up trapped in the tower herself, etc.

there's a lot of elements there that would make for a fascinating, darker version then what we've seen.

in some of the earlier concept art for tangled, rapunzel is portrayed as much more wild:

which makes a lot of sense!

barbie rapunzel, tangled and into the woods went for a route of rapunzel being sweet, sheltered and naive, which was fuelled by the witch's manipulations. depending on the version, the witch treats rapunzel as a daughter, an indentured servant, or a mix of the two.

but there could be a version of the story where rapunzel is left more to her own devices. or models herself more after the witch - the only person she's ever known. or where her learnt fear of the outside world leads her to want to protect herself against these dangers.

it would be also interesting (as well as pretty heartbreaking) to look into how rapunzel would feel after knowing that her entire life was a lie. that the woman she obeyed and cared about was using her and lied to her. how rapunzel would interact with a world she's never known, but always been taught to fear. and if the story has rapunzel and the prince separated for a time (some versions for years), what would rapunzel's life be like - pregnant and alone and in the world for the first time?

and then there's the prince!

he hears rapunzel singing in the woods and is captivated, but can't get up into her tower, but comes back to listen to her every day. and after he secretly watches how the witch gets into the tower, he calls for rapunzel to let down her hair and climbs up himself. and then they... fall in love and secretly get married.

that part is always glossed over.

it could be a really beautiful love story - a lonely soul who spends most of his time wandering alone in the woods basically hears a siren song and is determined to meet the singer. rapunzel, who's only ever known abuse, meets a genuinely kind person who wants to show her the world. he comes back every day with a strand of silk for rapunzel to make a ladder so that she can be free. after they're separated the now blind prince wanders in search of her, eventually hearing her singing again and that's how they're reunited.

it could also be quite terrifying - a man becomes obsessed with a girl he barely knows, tricks her into letting him into her home, she has no relationship experience (or experience with people at all) and is just as isolated with him as she is with the witch. they get married in secret and she gets pregnant and is punished by the witch for it.

it could even be some version of the two - the prince being captivated by her song, but also drawn to the one thing he can't have (the girl in the tower). but rapunzel being wild when he meets her and him having to slowly earn her trust and respect, and genuinely wanting her to be free of her tower prison.

any adaptation would have to be careful with the character of the witch though - often called gothel, to not fall into antisemetic tropes.

the article 'antisemetism in children's media' explains the harmful ways villains are often jewish-coded:

"[Mother Gothel] was originally drawn as an elegant caucasian looking woman, only to be edited to look like a stereotypical Ashkenazi Jew, presumably as a means to appear more “evil”. Gothel is animated with a hooked nose, and coarse, black curly hair – all aspects commonly seen in antisemetic caricatures. Though these features on a villain alone are shocking enough, what is most terrifying about Gothel’s portrayal is the obvious use of Blood Libel tropes. This can be described as a false belief that Jews kidnap and murder young Christian children in order to perform religious rituals (often associated with Manischewitz wine and matzah). Sound familiar? That’s because it is thinly veiled in Gothel’s portrayal. In Tangled, the main character Rapunzel is portrayed as a young innocent white girl, who is kidnapped by the Jewish villain, who uses Rapunzel’s magical essence to make herself appear younger. What is the laziest attempt at villainizing Jews in this character, and possibly the most hurtful however, is that Gothel is a common jewish surname."

it's awful, and unfortunately something that's been present in many iterations of gothel over the years (as well as other fairytales and witch caricatures)

a solution to this is to not having the witch be jewish coded. her name doesn't have to be gothel, she does not have to have stereotypical or exaggerated features, and rapunzel doesn't even have to be white

but having a focus be on the witch and her relationship to rapunzel is key - because unlike many other fairytale villains, the witch raises rapunzel. in many versions she's the only human contact rapunzel has ever had, or in the versions where rapunzel is locked in the tower as a pre-teen, the witch is the only person she's seen in many years.

the witch's motivations for locking rapunzel away are also important for their relationship and the story:

the original fairytale and into the woods has the witch want to punish her neighbour for stealing from her garden, and wanting a child of her own

barbie rapunzel has a twist on this, gothel was in love with king wilhelm, and when he did not return her love, she kidnapped his daughter rapunzel and framed the neighbouring kingdom, causing the two to go to war.

tangled has gothel using a magic flower for eternal youth, but after the kingdom uses the flower to save the queen & unborn princess, gothel kidnaps the baby in order to stay alive and keep the magic now in rapunzel for herself

Another portrayal of her motivations:

"Many scholars have interpreted "Maiden in the Tower" stories, which Rapunzel is a part of, as a metaphor for the protection of young women from pre-marital relationships by overzealous guardians.[23] Scholars have drawn comparisons of the confinement of Rapunzel in her tower to that of a convent, where women's lives were highly controlled and they lived in exclusion from outsiders.[3]"

this would be a really interesting approach for the character that hasn't been done before. someone who truly believes that she is protecting the child, but is really the one doing all the damage. having the character be inspired by nuns/convents would also work well, as a lot of the techniques gothel uses line up with abusive nuns - isolation, guilt, emotional/physical abuse, and the treatment of rapunzel after the witch finds out she's pregnant. it also flips the head on the often antisemetic coding of the witch

depending on the version made there are a lot of possibilities for endings:

rapunzel having to brave the world alone and pregnant

rapunzel and the prince being reunited - but have days, weeks, months or years gone by? do they ever meet again?

meeting the prince again going differently if it's the terrifying version where he was using rapunzel just like the witch, only in a different way. maybe he wants nothing to do with her or the babies, maybe he pretends they never met at all. how would rapunzel's story change then?

is rapunzel ever reunited with her birth parents? does she want to be?

the ending could be darker, bittersweet, or end on an optimistic note

all this to say that rapunzel is a story with so much potential, and i would love to see it brought to life in more ways - with different genres or interpretations and taking more from the original story.

with the amount of random, unnecessary remakes that are being made - wouldn't a familiar fairytale told in a new way be more interesting?

[delirious-donna]

A Bound Offering [Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez]

Oct. 20 - Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez x female reader

Selected as a fitting tribute to the monstrous man that protects your village and surrounding lands, you expect to meet your end. What might happen if he takes a liking to your innocence? He especially likes you bound and at his mercy... does he have any?

warnings: bondage (specifically female bound with arms behind the back at the wrist and elbows and bound at the ankles), mentions of sacrifices, dub-con, mention of ‘mates’, reader is a virgin, pussy eating, squirting, Grimmjow being softer than expected

Masterlist

You were going to die.

A part of you had come to terms with your fate, quiet sobs of anguish bubbling from you lips as you lay there and awaited your doom. There were no more tears to fall from your puffy eyes, they had flowed freely hours ago as the village elders held you down and restrained your wrists and ankles.

Their faces forever etched into your memory; the sorrowful expressions evident and yet there was a burning, grim determination in their eyes. You had heard tales of the offerings left to the monster that was said to protect your home, but you had shrugged it off as a scary tale to ensure children did as they were told - now you knew it had been true.

You were the offering, the sacrifice made to a beastly deity that was known for his merciless killing sprees and voracious appetite. No one had ever seen him, not and lived. The images in your head made your stomach curdle, curling into a foetal position and wishing you could hug yourself. The bindings on your wrists and elbows burned on your skin, the rope rubbing from how tightly they had twisted the length.

The stone tablet lay within the heart of a dense forest to the east of the village you had once known as your home and there was no use in screaming or yelling, it was simply too far for your voice to be heard. Dressed in only the thin white nightdress from the previous night, you shivered as the early morning wind whistled through the trees.

How long would you lay here? Would he come only at night? Did you want him to arrive quickly and get it over with?

A sense of self-preservation had you shaking your head at the last thought, you didn't want this to be the end, there was so much you wanted to do and experience before succumbing to what hid behind the veil.

You froze at the sound of twigs snapping underfoot, neck craning from the precarious position you were in and swinging your eyes wildly from side to side to try to catch which direction the noise had come from.

The birds scattered from their perches, a foreboding sense of dread crept over your bare legs and arms and your blood turned to ice in your veins. Laughter, dark and ominous, cracked through the clearing like a bolt of lightning. It whipped against you; the tremble of your limbs so pronounced that the lactic acid in your muscles burned from the exertion.

"Well, now. What do we have here?"

The male spoke like brushed velvet, feline yet utterly masculine. You rolled to your stomach, sensing that he was approaching from the direction above your head. It was uncomfortable, yet you endured the pain to keep your eyes on the beast you had assumed would break through the treeline in a second.

You didn't expect the man who appeared; the tall gait of a human male with broad shoulders and a torso that tapered into a narrow waist. The shirt that barely covered him was ripped and bloody, fabric hanging from his muscled forearms and dried blood smearing his tanned skin. There wasn't a mark on him, or at least none that you could see.

His face appeared chiselled from purest marble, with angular cheekbones and a perfectly straight nose. Pale blue eyes that sparkled like chips of artic ice swept across your prone form and it made you squirm all the quicker upon your stone deathbed. He smiled; a wide grin full of brilliant white teeth that were sharp enough to cut clean through bone.

Terrifying, yet beautiful.

"Are you my latest offering? You're certainly far prettier than the last one, so young too…" The man spoke mostly to himself, a hand tipped with razor-sharp nails smoothed along your foot and you twitched out of his reach.

"So jumpy, little one. I shall not harm you, just as long as you follow my instructions," he offered with a tilt of his head. Tufts of the most vivid blue hair you had ever seen fell into his eyes.

Your heart hammered wildly, pounding against your ribs to the point that you considered you would die from the fear alone. Yes, there was a strange beauty to this beastly man, but he was still an animal in some way. He smelled different, even beneath the stench of blood that clung to him. Of magic and power that spoke to a primal part of you.

He walked around your bound torso, humming, and twisting his head as if appreciating what he saw. There was no reason that you should enjoy being viewed in such a manner, but you couldn't deny that you felt desired beneath his heavy stare and the hand that ghosted above your flesh in places.

You could feel the heat of him invading your bones, the chill from earlier dissipating as it was replaced with a warmth that certainly was not soothing but not uncomfortable either.

"You got a name, little one?"

There was nothing you could say, no word to find its way out of your mouth. It was as if every thought from your head had been stolen, held hostage much in the same way your body was being treated. After a moment of your silence, he shrugged as he rounded back into your field of vision.

He bent low, the fan of his breath caressing your cheek as he whispered into your ear. "No matter, I like calling you little one, it suits you. I'm Grimmjow and I assume you are aware that I am the one that protects these lands, yes?"

All you could manage was a nod of your head and he smiled in response. Grimmjow reached down your back, a claw-like nail raking over the tight knots that bound around your elbows and then to the ones around your wrists. He tutted, withdrawing his hand to cup your cheeks, lifting your face to stare straight into his own. A thumb traced the curve of your jaw and ended with a quick swipe over your dry lips.

"They've treated you so poorly, little one. Should I punish them?"

"Wh-what?" you squeaked, your voice broken and strained from the hours you had spent crying. He groaned at the sound of your voice, his eyes shutting slowly as if sinking into a hot bath and it made your body heat even more. There was an unfamiliar dull ache between your thighs, a pressure that settled into your stomach and forced you to press your legs even closer together.

Your admirer noticed; a sly wink levelled at your mortified face. He hefted you upwards, seating you on your butt and you couldn't help but notice the dirt that had marked your nightdress, how it was torn at your hip and exposing the cotton underwear beneath.

"Your predecessors, they aren't dead," he offered with a shrug, slipping out of the bloodied shirt and revealing just how defined he was. You had never seen a man look so cut, the strength that he owned a true sight to behold. "I merely took them elsewhere and let them live out their lives in whatever way they wished… but you, you're different."

You hadn't noticed that his nails had been slicing through the ropes at your ankles, not until the coils fell to the forest floor did you realise. Grimmjow pressed closer to you, spreading your thighs until he was nestled at the apex. That dull ache grew hotter, more intense.

"You're the first one whose scent does not offend me, you're prettier than the others as I already said, and you're the first one who is truly… innocent."

The word innocent was said in such a seductive manner that your toes curled, gripping into his calves and letting your hips drop to accept even more of him into your heat. His sculpted chest was pressed to yours, his breath feathering your shoulder and his hands planted on the stone at either side of you.

"I like you bound in this way," he groaned, and you felt the first sweep of his burning lips against your neck. He licked over your pulse, his tongue dancing over the spot until you whimpered and let your head rest upon his shoulder.

"Grimmjow," you murmured into his shoulder, unsure whether you should kiss him back or if this was even rational in the slightest. This was the beast that was meant to devour you whole to ensure his continued protection of your village, and here you were thinking most improper thoughts about him.

"Hmm, yes?"

Hands that you knew were capable of snapping necks and shattering bones, shifted to your waist and travelled over your front to touch your breasts. Drawing guttural groans from his chest when a nail swept over the peak of a taut nipple. Your nose was filled with a strange scent you hadn't noticed before, the stench of blood no longer evident as it was overpowered by a musk that succeeded in settling your nerves.

"What are you going to do with me?" you asked with a whisper, daring to be brave enough to kiss the skin at the hollow of his throat. You sensed him still, fingers digging into your flesh until you squeaked in displeasure.

Pulling you to your bare feet, the cold of the earth felt nasty against your toes. "That depends," he hissed, capturing your earlobe between his lips and sucking it in earnest.

"On what?"

Grimmjow jostled you around until you were bent over the ceremonial altar, the cool stone nipping at you in places that made you hiss and writhe, but his grip was firm and reassuring. He massaged at your aching shoulders and arms, soothing the ache that had been building for hours now but not untying the knots as he had done for your ankles. He even wiggled your fingers and tickled the palms of your hands.

"On how addicting I find your taste."

You frowned, not understanding his meaning but you shrieked as the hem of your nightgown was lifted and your underwear was exposed to him. Grimmjow pressed a thick thigh between your legs, grinding it against your most intimate area and you burned with embarrassment.

"I know that you are a virgin, little one. How have you managed to remain so chaste when you look this utterly delicious?" he cooed, sending rivers of arousal to rush from your innocent pussy. In one quick jerk, your underwear was ripped apart by clawed talons and the gentle touch of those killer fingers' kisses against your glossy lower lips.

"Don't know," you mewled, ashamed that your hips had rocked to meet his touch, eager for more of something you had always been told was sinful and forbidden. All you knew at this moment was that it didn't feel wrong to want this, that it was natural and to be enjoyed, not feared.

The rumble of decadent laughter tickled your senses, the sensation of a wide grin against the small of your back as this God at your back kissed down your spine was enough to spark white lights behind your eyelids.

For someone more than capable of destroying you with one swipe of his hand, he was careful and delicate as he parted your folds like a rare bloom. His kisses travelled over the plumpness of your behind, learning the curves, and softly biting into the fat with soothing licks to alleviate the slight pain of his sharp canines.

Your arms struggled in their binds, your chest flush against the surface of the table and a hand held your captured wrists with a groan leaving his lips. His nose nudged at the ticklish crease of your thighs, inhaling deeply and you were rutting with some primal animalistic desire.

The first touch of his tongue against your pussy was heaven, a breathy whine caressing his ears as you sought more of his attention on your aroused little entrance. For someone as innocent and untouched as you, it was a sight to see you becoming undone so quickly.

Grimmjow felt the tell-tale pheromones enter his subconscious, mingling with the animal that he housed and the answering deep rumbling purr of delight. He had found his mate, the one that was fated to be his above all others and you were right here below him.

Bound and beautiful - the marks of the tight rope both pleased and annoyed him, they were too restrictive, and he would correct this the next time. Truss you up like the exquisite little cock tease you would be for him.

Bare and bashful - your naked cunt was a marvel, the trimmed pubic hairs on your mound and the glazed appearance of your blood-filled lips made his cock harder than he thought possible. Yet you were shy about it, and that only encouraged him more.

Your taste was on par with nothing else that he had ever experienced. It was as if your slick was made for him, sweet and flowing like honey down his eager throat as his tongue swept wide circular paths to collect all that had fallen from the briefest of interactions you had shared to this point.

If this did not cement the knowledge that you were meant to be united, he didn’t know what would. No human would agree to this so readily, certainly not with a being known as a monster and who had appeared to you covered in the blood of his foes.

His middle finger dipped towards your hole, watching as the silken walls fluttered and begged for something to grip onto. He would give you that something soon enough, nothing could stop him when he reached that inner gate within himself.

You were moaning like a lewd bitch in heat at the rubbing motions against your clit, the sweat clung to your skin, and he chased the salty droplets with his tongue. The taste mixed with your sweet lust was overwhelming. Grimmjow's head tipped skyward and a sound like a hissing howl rent the air and silenced all the noises of the forest.

He could feel your release near, the way you were bucking wildly and trying to run from his expert fingers. Holding you by your captured wrists, more of his weight pressed down atop your body as he worked you into a furious fever pitch.

"Let go, little one. Trust me to make you feel good."

His lips tugged on your folds, thumb rocking from side to side over your pulsating little button and you stiffened for a moment and the next his face was covered in your slick. The gush continued as he blinked slowly at what had just happened. You were sent heavenward, so focused on the relief of your pleasure that you didn't feel his finger slide into your pussy and puncture through the thin membrane of your innocence. It would make things easier for the next time, and there would be a next time and soon.

Grimmjow stood to his impressive height, sweeping the blue locks from his eyes and licking at the splashes of slick that dripped from his lips and chin. Your smaller frame trembled on the altar meant for his offering, and he sent his thanks to a village too stupid to realise that they had signed their own death warrant. He wouldn’t act yet, but in time they would learn of the punishment for treating his mate so disrespectfully.

At last, he sliced through your remaining bounds and massaged your bruised skin with reverential care. The man cut from pure steel bundled you with ease against his chest, adoring how your fingers instantly toyed with the hairs that framed around his neck and your face nuzzled into the crook of his arm.

"Sleepy…"

"Rest, little one. It is time I took you home, we still have a lot to learn."

[little-nightmare-gt]

Finding Family

Probably the one and only SMP Minecraft fic I'll make.... probably. Join us with Tommy and Tubbo, two borrowers living out in the wilds. Borrowers, Fae etc. Creatures are rare and sought after by wealthy people. Giants (Humans and some Hybrids) are considered monsters to borrowers, and often feared. Comms are a thing for everyone. @baka-monarch you wanted to be tagged.

Warning: Abandonment, blood, implied burning, growth in small areas, near death experience, near crushed experience, Technoblade.

Tommy and Tubbo weren't bad kids, they were young with no parents. They were taught the rules by strangers who abandoned them the moment they could borrow.

They were born in captivity and sold to a rich child with a fascination with hurting things, if by Tommy's missing wings and Tubbo's scared face had anything to do with it.

People didn't stay with them for long.

Tommy was always too loud and Tubbo too easy, and they only stuck together.

They were a bit upset at being alone but both deemed to not need anyone else.

The two decided to leave and find another place to live, somewhere not many monsters dare to go. The Artic.

Tubbo built their first house, near a tree close but not part of the forest. Tommy began the underground gardening system which Tubbo ended up making it automatic, but continued to make touches and railroad tracks into caves and mines.

They hunted rabbits in the area for meat, and often take from the near by village.

One day though, Tubbo noticed an abandoned cottage near the village and quickly messaged Tommy about it, who immediately agreed to scoping it out for a hideout.

After gathering their supplies for the day, they went to explore the cottage.

There was a small enough crack in the door frame the the two borrowers to slip into. They froze at the large still warm room.

It wasn't dusty, so it couldn't be more than a few days that someone had been there. Tommy was a bit confused about it seeing as he would have noticed someone pass through here.

Tubbo pointed out that they lived near a forest and most people avoid them, but froze at the sound of a clatter.

Tubbo, with the better ears could hear aggressive whispering, "Someone is in my house Phil, the door didn't open, where are they?"

Tubbo nodded to his friend and pulled him closer to the counter and skimmed closer to the wall, taking out his hook, he and Tommy climbed up the counter at his urging.

Tommy made it first seeing three of their kind, "Sup Bitches!"

Tubbo made it up in time to see three grown men jump in fear, examining each one as Tommy talked.

The tallest looked to be a piglin Hybrid, the smaller usually stay in the Nether where their known about and treated equally. He wore a surprisingly nice long sleeve blue shirt and cloak.

The next looked human but his features suggest he's a piglin as well...just more human looking. He wore a similar cloak and shirt and the tall one.

The final man was shorter than Tommy, he had wings which was surprising in itself. That he still kept them after all, he wore a similar shirt but instead of a cloak he was a ponch and a bucket hat. What startled Tubbo, was that he seemed to be studying them like he was them.

There eyes met briefly as Tommy waved his arm in front of him sounding heated, causing him to tone in.

"I'm calling as I see it! The old man's gonna get it if he doesn't stop staring at my friend!"

"For someone so small, why are you so loud? Don't call us pets!" The middle one growled out.

"Where's the monster of this place anyway, we've never noticed anyone coming to and from here." Tubbo interrupted.

He watched the tallest flinch as the shortest puffed up angrily ready to defend their owner when Tommy interrupted, "Tubs, they could be one of those people."

Tubbo flinched, and looked at the older men, "Surely Not, Big Man, something is off about them but we can leave if you want."

"What! After you insult us! What kinds of people!?"

"Monster apologists, their pets who do anything for their Master. Even capture more of our kind, we've been here to long, let's go." Tommy led the way, leaving the shocked men on their counter top.

Tubbo stares at them, "Do you not have a rope to climb down? I didn't see and ledges and stuff to move around on."

The shortest still glared but it soften a bit, "I can get us down, where do you live? Can we visit?"

Tubbo looked down at Tommy as his friend shook his head no, "We'll visit you."

The kid jumped, catching the rope instead of plummeting to his doom. The three men looked over the ledge with eyes in shock as Tubbo pulled his hook down.

Tommy grinned up, "Have fun with your Monster folks!"

His friend yanked him along as the middle one made offended noises, something not sitting right as they squeezed through the door and made their way home.

"Tommy, I think they were in captivity. They didn't know how to react to us and two of them were piglin Hybrids, they probably got sold."

"Poor blokes, we'll visit them tomorrow, I'll apologize to them too." He didn't want to, but even he was a victim of only knowing monsters.

Tubbo began to start dinner, it becoming darker and darker outside.

========

The snow beginning to pick up, Tommy was working on his stone sword when someone knocked on the door.

Tubbo had a hunch on who it was.

He was correct when three familiar faces were shown shocked at the sight of them, "If you're coming in, please hurry."

Tommy shut the door with a knowing look as the grown men inspected their home, "So you two live alone? How old are you seven?"

Tubbo could hear the concern but Tommy huffed, "We are fifteen thank you very much! What about you old people? Huh? Ancient?"

"Well let's introduce ourselves huh? I'm Wilbur, I'm the very charismatic of the bunch. My brother here is Technoblade, he's the fighter. Here's the old man, Philza or Phil."

Tubbo can just feel Tommy roll his eyes, "I'm Tommy the handsomest in the whole land and the biggest man, and over there is Tubbo, he is my best friend and brother. Wilbur, your names shit, I hope you know that."

Tubbo continued to say nothing as he finished making dinner and Tommy continued, "So, how did you end up in a mon-"

"Before you finish that sentence, Mate? What monster and why do you call him that?" The newly dubbed Phil asked.

Tubbo answered as he approached, "That's what our kind call big folk, you know, giants? Human and Hybrids? They're monsters, all of them."

Wilbur narrowed his eyes, "How about size shifters? Reckoned they're good."

Tommy tilted his head, "Haven't met one that wanted to shrink to our size, seen a few go Titanic but they tried to kill everyone."

Tubbo might have been the only one to see the oldest man frown a bit before smiling, "How about you two show us how to survive, like without the big folk."

Tommy caught on to the fact he didn't say Monster but said nothing, "Don't know, you three are pets-"

"We are not pets!" Technoblade finally spoke, his eyes peering down at Tommy and him being unfazed.

Tubbo sighed, he honestly didn't know what to think about the implications he was getting but no harm in being prepared, to bad this was the last time he'd think on it.

For a moment, the other teen seem to contemplate it.

Tommy's face finally grew Stony, "Nope, you're better off as pets or being self taught. You can spend the night but leave after."

Unfortunately, years of being abandoned is still a fresh wound.

Wilbur tried reasoning, "You're the only ones we've met like us! We've no idea how to do things on our own! Also if we run away-"

"You'll lead your monster straight to us and get us all caught, I'm not risking our lives like that." It was rare that Tommy put his foot down, but even rarer for Tubbo to object.

"If we don't, they could still tell their Monster where we are." Tommy looked shocked but resigned.

Technoblade looking a bit uncomfortable before speaking again, "He wouldn't bother you even if he did know."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Riiiight."

====An image of drawn on wings appears on Tommy's back and tears on Tubbo's face.====

It started off slow, teaching basics of climbing and mending clothes first. Technoblade was great at mending, nearly on par with Tubbo. And he and Wilbur both Excell at climbing. Philza was actually on par with Tubbo for mending and pretty decent at climbing without rope, though he had wings he referred to it as handicapping himself.

They were decent in keeping up with Tommy and Tubbo themselves, but the two found that they were better fighters.

Now the teens needed fighting lessons, though the sneaking and stealing was the difficult part.

It's kinda insulting for these grown men to ask for help and not need it, and Tommy let them know.

They were sheepish as Tubbo led Techno to the farm, they bonded over the automatic farm he and Tommy created. Technoblade suggested and easier way to do it but Tubbo shook his head sadly.

"Mobs love going after our kind, not Endermen, even when we look them in the eye. But other mobs will Hunt us down. We try not to dig that deep, and avoid getting Iron ores...not that we can use them." Understanding reached the older Hybrid's eyes as Tubbo led him away.

It had been two weeks after that conversation that Tubbo finally let them see his horns, rubbing at them as they matured and needed a day.

Philza remain with him as Tommy took Techno and Wilbur hunting with him.

The elder man asking the hard questions as he made the child some tea, "Tell me, how did you get your...wounds."

Tubbo flinched and backed away from Phil before taking a deep breath, "Tommy and I...we were born and raised in captivity, we got sold to be a child's pets. They hurt Tommy so bad, then they tried to set me on fire with a torch...their mother stopped them before they touched me. But they believed me and Tommy were too...broken. so we were thrown out.

"More of our kind found us, but after teaching us what we know they left us. It's why we live outside instead of in the walls of a Monster's house...Tommy was too loud and I was too dumb to leave him."

Phil looked on the verge of tears, "You're not dumb, you're pretty wise for your age."

Before dozing off Tubbo managed to speak again, "No choice when you and yer friend are alone."

In the month, Tommy managed to let slip that he used to have wings and broke down in Tubbo's arms as the adults looked on in horror.

A child, ripping off his wings just because he asked them for an hour of rest. Then proceeded to play with said wings, nobody said anything as Phil flutted his own wings and occasionally covered the two children like a shield.

====The Next Month====

Tubbo laughed as Wilbur and Tommy shouted at each other about the best way to hunt. Phil would disappear once a week before returning with soft material for clothes, but Technoblade.

Technoblade was acting peculiar and even Tommy noticed, the two would ask if he were okay but he would nod and shoo them off.

The piglin Hybrid had been looking uncomfortable for the past few days, Phil and Wilbur seem to be waiting for something while Tubbo tried everything in his power to make him comfortable.

Tommy was concerned, not that he would show but got the material for Tubbo's gift to the older men.

For Philza, Tubbo made another ornament for his hat, a bee and raccoon.

For Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo managed to have enough redstone for a music room. Tommy himself listen to Will play the most.

Tubbo was nervous about his gift to Techno, as Tommy gifted him a stone axe with self made design.

Tubbo, still focused on the Hybrid's discomfort, made his a pillow that looked like a ravanger. He gave a toothy grin and hugged the kid, keeping it close as he dozed off.

Tubbo will deny his tail ever wagging.

It wasn't until the next morning things made sense and seemed...bad.

Tubbo's horns hurt as Techno himself grunted in his discomfort, so they couldn't get things done.

Wilbur and Tommy got into another argument but this time about borrowing iron from the village which Phil helped Wilbur understand why not.

They were due for another hunting trip but with Technoblade and Tubbo out of commission, Phil had to go with them despite not wanting to leave the two.

Technoblade decided to stay on the couch instead of his newly added room and Tubbo remained near in case neither could handle the stairs.

When Tubbo blinked awake, it was to the noise of rushing wind and screams.

The ground shook under him as the house quaked, Pillagers

Tubbo quickly crawled over to Techno, too dizzy to stand and a shock went through his body.

The piglin Hybrid was much larger than their little couch that he slept on, Tubbo could place two hands on the older Hybrid's face and attempted to awake him.

"T..ech..no, we need to move, please wake up." Just as Tubbo stuttered that out, a booted foot came through the borrower's home, a pained and fearful cry escaped him as he missed a single red eye open.

Something wrapped around his waist, startling him as he looked up fearful at Techno.

The Hybrid looked pained as he began to expand higher through the ceiling, Tubbo watched in horrified fascination as the hand he was in curled closer to an eye.

"Tubbo, you know me, you know I'd never hurt you. Please hold on to me, I don't want you getting hurt." Tubbo's body went on autopilot as the hand was brought closer to the mon- the neck of Technoblade.

Tubbo held on as the body finally broke through the house, shielding him from danger.

A gleam brought Tubbo to attention, a light blue axe appeared in the giant's hand shimmering with unspoken enchantments. Tubbo had only heard of diamonds before, he was not disappointed.

Technoblade slashed through all his enemies, all the while keeping an eye and ear on Tubbo.

The beat of large wings alerted Tubbo to another person, Philza. The oldest coming from the air like an Angel of Death.

Tubbo could make out two people against his own throat, Tommy and Wilbur.

Unfortunately Phil didn't catch sight of him and the borrower was being grabbed in a tight fist, "Come on Mate! You're not prepared enough for this."

Technoblade's ear twitched and the scared pain Yelp, "Philza! Let go! You have Tubbo!"

The crushing weight was immediately gone as the kid took deep breaths barely hearing Techno's instructions, "Tubbo, I'm going to have to fight my way through. Hold on the best you can."

As that was said, the older hybrid began to lurch forward. Tubbo caught glimpses of Phil fighting alongside, but his focus was on not falling.

Not being ripped away wasn't part of this, a small glowing Fae creature tackled Tubbo and flew him away.

========

Tommy watched as his best friend got carried away by a Vex, "TUBBO!"

Wilbur flinched at the volume and Phil slightly stiffen but didn't falter in his fighting, Technoblade visibly looked around when it happened.

The small army was thinning down as the two watched out for the vex with the ram Hybrid, carefully taking out other vexes that went for Tommy or Wilbur.

Techno knew there was one left as bodies turned to emeralds, but the snow began to become blinding and Tubbo's scent getting fainter.

Phil had to physically drag him to the cabin, Wilbur had grew to his full size and started a fire and proceeded to hold Tommy.

Who was using all his energy in fighting Wilbur's hand, "I have to find Tubbo! Wilbur let go!"

The small being froze as Techno and Phil entered the space, "Don't worry Tommy, we'll find him. But we'll be useless in this weather."

Phil attempted to comfort, suddenly feeling too large compared to the child. The man can barely see his facial features, but even he could tell that he was terrified.

The silence was thick and tension high and the broken voice to an all too small child spoke up, "So... this is it? You...you really got us to trust you-"

Wilbur knew where this was going, "Tommy, Tommy no-*

"You shithead's are really fucked up! What next? Am I a pet? Did you honestly sell Tubbo!?" Tommy continued, the only one about to tell he's crying was Wilbur.

Techno didn't say anything as Tommy yelled, guilt too strong in his gut. He slowly turned to the window, the snow falling harshly as Tubbo got farther and farther.

They were getting Tubbo back.

========

Tubbo wasn't feeling well, his head throbbed because of his horns and he was cold. His cagemate wasn't much better so he can't complain.

Enderfae were quite rare on the market, Tubbo had only met one that he called The Captain. Well sorta, he was of Dragon variety.

Tubbo doesn't like to think what happened to him.

The Enderfae was crying, as the Pillager added their cage to his wall. A pillager outpost.

"HHey, it'll be okay, I'll find a way out of this. My... family will come for us." Tubbo tried to soothe knowing that he was making empty promises.

"Its okay, I've come to terms with this the moment I got captured. I hope my friends are okay. My name's Ranboo."

"I'm Tubbo."

========

The cabin was dark, Wilbur slept curled around a pillow which held a borrower.

A borrower who's trust they destroyed...one of two.

Upon closer inspection, you could see the tear stains down his face. Filling the larger three with guilt, sympathy, and rage.

Technoblade added more Regen and Health Potions to his pack, his old red cloak was taken from the closet and put on. A large netherite axe lay strapped to his back along with his trusty trident.

His bright golden crown lay on his head once again as he readjusted his armor.

He stood in full netherite armor, his hair lay hazardous around his head. Stiffening as hands began to braid it into a ponytail.

"Be careful Technoblade, Tubbo is fragile compared to me and Wil. He might be afraid, try not to hurt him and try not to get hurt." Philza warned.

Techno responded in a snort, He was the Blood God, of course he'll be careful

========

Technoblade isn't always the lovable dope he shows his family, he was ruthless, dangerous, and incredibly protective.

Everyone knew of him, but very few knew him.

When something happens to his family, he hunts down the threat and if it's killable...need he continue?

A pillager kidnapped his little brother, his pack, and expects not to be hunted down like prey? Pillagers are not known for brilliance.

"Technoblade?!" A familiar voice rang out behind him, a feral growl escaped him.

Dream, Sapnap and George ran up to him. All equipped in their own armour, oddly enough Dream was without his mask and tear stains on his face.

They hesitated, they each had seen Technoblade in his most feral and bloodthirsty before, so they new to be cautious.

Sapnap spoke in Piglin, "Techno? Did something happen to Wilbur and Phil?"

"New Pack, Pillagers took him!" It was no secret that Feral Technoblade couldn't speak common, but it was still a surprise each time someone heard it.

Sapnap nodded, "We'll help, Pillagers stole my Inferno. Work together?"

The trio watched as the Piglin Hybrid nodded in agreement, it had been a while since they teamed up. What better way than to save family.

~~~~~~~~

Tubbo and Ranboo talked quietly, trying to brighten their seemingly dark future.

Ranboo talked about what he remembered before being bought by his Haunting, then finally trusting them and calling them his.

Tubbo spoke of his Herd, how he met the older three and how he knew one was just giant. How he observed them long enough to trust them, and their names.

Both promising the other that if they live or die that the other tell their family.

Not that it was necessary, about three minutes later an alarm went off, alerting the occupant of intruders.

Hope filled the two as yells of fear and agony echoed through the building, scaring the Evoker that captured them.

The pillager didn't have time to cast a spell when a familiar face burst through the doorway.

Tubbo could see the rage in his red eyes, but his happiness clouded judgement.

"Techno!"

For a moment, his rage cleared only for it to return full force at the Evoker.

Not long after that, he was struck down and Technoblade gently took the cage off the wall. He noticed the Enderfae and looked around for others.

His clawed hand wrapped around the small cage at the sight of small bones and jarred tiny insides, the only other living thing in the room was a small zombie Piglin hybrid in a jar next to the taxidermy book.

He took the jar and opened it, grabbed the child and opened Tubbo's cage and passed them to him.

As the building began to burn, Technoblade left just as fast as he arrived.

Tubbo watched as Ranboo called out to three individuals, he recognized one being a Mushroom hybrid but not the other two.

The baby zombie Piglin Hybrid curled next to him, both shivered just realizing the cold.

The bandana wearing man looked to Technoblade, "I can carry them if you want, keep them warm. You did agree to let us spend the night at your place."

He didn't understand the snorts and grunts but it seemed like the baby did because he copied.

That brought a soft smile to the bandana boy and Technoblade, the later grinned at Tubbo.

Soon they were on the move again. Tubbo and Ranboo huddled the baby Piglin, more relieved than before that they were saved.

========

Tommy hadn't eaten anything since Tubbo was taken, he hadn't interacted nor did he call Wilbur name and claim he was bald.

The two sizeshifter knew deep down that he wouldn't get better unless Tubbo was with them again.

The front door swung open revealing a steaming Sapnap holding something against his chest with the protective determination that was only in reserve for his friends and family.

Soon the rest of Dream Team and Technoblade entered the cabin, they were covered in soot smudges and looked exhausted.

Phil could see Tommy stiffen and move further from the door but settled on Technoblade, "Tubbo?"

Sapnap moved his arms to reveal a small cage with three small beings inside, one Phil recognized immediately.

"Tubbo!" Philza approached the younger man, who backed away at the same time as Ranboo flinched.

But the old man was patient, and the cage was released again, this time Tubbo was halfway through the door and jumping into Phil's hands.

"Hi Phil! Where's Tommy!?" Tubbo looked exhausted as well.

As gently as well as fast as he could, Phil brought his hands on the table so Tubbo could run to Tommy.

"Tubbo!"

"Tommy!"

The duo hugged until Tubbo passed out and caused a mass panic from everyone but Ranboo.

It wasn't ideal, but it was a new beginning for the clingyduo.

[narizentupidocartazes]

[2020] 26 de Novembro | Ostrol | Eyal Talmor | Astrea | Desterro  Lisboa

Colaboração [Nariz Entupido | Artic Dub]

Cartaz [Filipe Matos]

[pixelgrotto]

Encapsulating icy eldritch dread

John Carpenter’s 1982 horror classic The Thing is a movie I find myself thinking about a lot. If you haven’t watched it and are remotely interested in fleshy doppelgangers that go bump in the night, it’s well worth checking out, since there are few media experiences out there that evoke such a feeling of uneasy dread. There are a delicate combination of factors at work that make The Thing so good, I think, ranging from the deliciously creepy synth score and ambience to the novel tale of a group of guys stranded in Antarctica at the mercy of a body-hopping alien. 

But while Carpenter might have successfully mixed paranoia with Lovecraftian horror, a lot of the other media associated with or influenced by the movie doesn’t resonate with me in the same way. The John W. Campbell short story that inspired the film - first published as Who Goes There? and recently re-released as Frozen Hell with extra chapters once thought lost (they should’ve stayed lost, I might add) - is packed with 1930s sci-fi technobabble that made me fall asleep multiple times while reading it. Then there’s the original 1951 film The Thing From Another World, which Carpenter’s movie technically remakes, and the unnecessary 2011 prequel, also confusingly dubbed The Thing. The first is fine, but more a parable about communism in America than a horror flick, while the second feels largely unnecessary - though it does have a nifty ending that leads right into the 1982 movie. Last but not least is The White Vault, a podcast I recently checked out simply on the selling point of “this is The Thing, but in audio.” While it was well produced, I found the pacing ponderously slow for my liking, and dropped it after one season.

To be fair, maintaining good pacing in horror is tough to pull off, and this is especially true when it comes to games. There’s a 2002 third-person shooter based on The Thing that I haven’t played, so I can’t say whether or not it properly emulates the feel of the movie - though watching videos of that clunky early 2000s camera in action makes me feel like the answer is no. Distrust, a newer game released by the Siberian studio Cheerdealers, promised to mix feelings of paranoia with survival gameplay in its trailer, but I could only play a half hour before I decided that the game's annoying controls weren’t for me. (It’s possibly better as a multiplayer experience, since maneuvering several little guys on a map before they start to lose their minds is an exercise in solo frustration. Even with multiple players, it’ll probably still feel like a low-budget mobile game.)

All of this sounds pretty depressing, but there are two indie game projects inspired by The Thing that I’ve recently enjoyed - and in both cases, they were made by miniscule teams. The first is Peridium, a tiny point ‘n click adventure made by Powerhoof  (which are just two dudes from Melbourne) in 5 days for Adventure Jam 2017. It’s a very short experience that can be completed in less than ten minutes if you know what you’re doing, but it does a great job at keeping you guessing about what exactly is going on. You play as an injured mycologist (that’s a person who studies mushrooms) stuck in an Artic research base. Mushroom spores have driven everyone around him insane, and this guy is festering in his paranoia. It’s a short, tense, unpredictable little game that makes me want more, though I imagine its brief length is precisely why it’s so effective. 

There’s Something in the Ice, a tabletop RPG developed by Micah Anderson, is the other game I like. I really enjoy how the indie TTRPG scene often has a game to match every genre imaginable, and creating a ruleset to specifically recreate the ultra-specific genre of “you’re stuck in the cold with a mysterious horror about to absorb your brains” is admirable. It’s an easy-to-run system with mechanics vaguely reminiscent of Yokai Hunters Society, another indie fave of mine, and I used it last year for a two-shot where I had players exploring Camp Century, a real-world US military base built under the ice of northern Greenland in the 1960s.

Camp Century’s history is actually bonkers, and you can get a feel for it by watching this old propaganda film. Basically, the camp was an eerie series of underground tunnels carved for the purpose of secretly housing Cold War missiles, and the place was powered by a nuclear reactor that produced nearly 50,000 gallons of radioactive waste. All of this waste was simply left beneath the ice when the camp was decommissioned in 1967, and in the decades since, global warming has made it a very real concern that the site’s waste will leak into the ocean. (Climate change - the true eldritch horror!)  Anyway, all of this material just filled me with ideas, and I designed a story where the players were workers about to leave a decommissioned Camp Century...until they stumbled upon a cave in the ice where a malevolent will o’ wisp-type creature lurked, feeding off of nuclear energy. Cue people catching on fire and exploding into bloody pulps! (The players did make it out alive in the end, though they were irrevocably scarred.) 

It’s interesting that when it comes to spin-offs of The Thing, the stuff I like the most are tiny projects designed by one or two people. Maybe there’s something to be said about the lonely isolation of John Carpenter’s 1982 film, and how that dead sensation can only be captured by small groups who know exactly how they want to encapsulate eldritch horror and then run with it. Or maybe it’s a case of me just not finding the right things to tickle my fancy. I hear there’s a board game of The Thing that’s supposed to be pretty okay... Maybe I’ll try that one day when I feel a hankering for paranoia and betrayal, but with minis. 

[cursed-jujutsu-san]

Swap Au - Fushiguro Megumi and Uraume

Back again with a thought process thats been put into overdrive, @jo-litemup you wonderful + clever bean! Thank you for the idea!! I swear i’ll add more to this AU overall and come back to add more to flesh out the characters better!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH CURSE MEGUMI LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OK! So Stoic and calculating curse Megumi, who wears the garb of a monk, summoned dogs ever watchful at his side as he stands to Curse King Itadori’s right - Curse Nobara to his left - almost blank faced, except for the tiniest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as Itadori speaks

Moving so silent, so quietly that no one can hear his movements - dubbing him Itadori’s shadow - taking out those who wish to oppose Itadori with a simple flick of his wrist 

A humourless laugh breaching his lips as a wrongdoer brings themselves in front of itadori once again, pleading for help that they’d originally turned down, Megumi’s shadows rearing up with forms threatening to take shape of a monster, something almost psychotic + happy changing the contours of his face when he gets to take out the wrongdoer

Disgust coating his features when someone begs for their life when they realize they won’t be give that pleasure from Itadori so turn to Megumi or Nobara - a deep hatred/ disgust fills his being at them, so cowardly and prideful 

Shadows always threatening to take the form of something that was Megumi, cold and calculating, blending with the forms of others and taking the shapes of things unhuman

Cold and calculating... but he cares in a sense, he cares for his only friends Itadori and Nobara

He cares for those who earn his trust and those who prove that their worthy of having it

He works tirelessly with Nobara, waiting and waiting for the right circumstances, waiting for the right host for Itadori, setting up plan upon plan to make sure that when Itadori returns that things from the past can be how they once were

He misses Itadori as much as he looked up to him too - he was his friend as well as leader, they learnt from each other and it doesn’t matter how many people, sorcerers or curses they - Megumi and Nobara - both go through to get him back

Because even when their trio was broken down to their barest, all three of them were friends, they’d die and kill for each other as well as threaten to kill each other if things got irritating 

Sorcerer Uraume, cold and blank with a short temper. Their androgynous appearance bringing more attention to them then needed, Sukuna being one of their only friends from middle school 

Sukuna being their only friend 

A need to protect him and throw away their own life for Sukuna’s safety 

Annoyance lacing their features when Sukuna says something stupid or with a double meaning, or even when somebody question either of them on whether or not they actually know what their doing 

An irritation filling them at anyone who dares to question Sukuna’s will or motives, the room filling up with an artic chill as water freezes 

Ice cold demeanor and a constant joke that their a robot - only allowed from sukuna 

So much mystery surrounding them because they enjoy the quietness of nature 

Ruthlessness lays just underneath the surface, ruthlessness always lies underneath those who are calm and only live for a friend 

Uraume is a jujutsu sorcerer who uses Ice, having a calm, unbroken demeanor works best for them and will continue to work until the day they die naturally, in battle or for their childhood friend Sukuna 

[armouredgoblin]

(forgive me for using the express as a source for this but its also in the telegraph and I dont want to have to pay) ANYWAY

It seems that wokeists are so lacking of actual problems in life they make it a point to remind the UK that we might have been a bit mean to people in the past which at this point years in the future cannot be changed.

Lets just look at one of the first paragraphs

‘ According to the Brixton Botanical Map’s authors, the plant wisteria has “colonial roots”, and the botanical vocabulary of “native” and “invasive” should not be used. There are “colonial connotations” to categorising plants as “exotic” because of links to the “mysteriously foreign,” the authors say.’

Excuse me what the fuck are you on about

Lets get a quick mention from the local  Wikipidia and see what wisteria is

Wisteria is a genus of flowering plants in the legume family, Fabaceae (Leguminosae), that includes ten species of woody twining vines that are native to China, Korea, Japan, Southern Canada, the Eastern United States, and north of Iran. They were later introduced to France, Germany and various other countries in Europe. Some species are popular ornamental plants. An aquatic flowering plant with the common name wisteria or 'water wisteria' is in fact Hygrophila difformis, in the family Acanthaceae.

It is also very very pretty

While the artical is focusing on the part of the shithole called London and specifically Brixton which has a large black population including carribian and african (plus many others).Here is a link to a quick demographic fact sheet of Brixton from 2015 (its a PDF) (I have a particular hatred for london which has nothing to do with the people just the stupid companies/ goverment who reside there)

BACK TO SUBJECT

So apprently some dead guy (remember its the 1800′s we are talking about here) called John Reeve, who was apparently a tea inspector for the East India Company brought it back to England. But the WOKISTS only focus on one part of the (EIC) Im not typing it out every time with slaves

YES WE GET IT HAVING SLAVES IS BAD. BUT HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT ITS STILL GOING ON? NOT IN THE UK AND OTHER WESTERN NATIONS ON A NATIONAL SCALE

LINK TO A THING WITH THE TIMELING OF SLAVERY  RELATED TO THE TRANS-ATLANTIC TRADE including the abolition of it.

Furthermore we know that haveing slaves is bad and its Illegal in the west.

LETS MOVE ON BEFORE I HAVE A STROKE

the botanical vocabulary of “native” and “invasive” should not be used. 

WHY???

The words used make complete sense to use 

FOR EXAMPLE

These plants were not found in Britian. Most likely they were brought here or hitched a ride on something else. They are invasive because they rapidly grow and take over eco systems stopping other native plants to grow or thrive.

A link to a website related to the 10 most dangerous weeds in the UK

FINALLY AT THE LAST BIT

There are “colonial connotations” to categorising plants as “exotic” because of links to the “mysteriously foreign,” the authors say.’ 

The Authours can suck a big filthy one. Your unhealthy obsession with claiming that everything is evil because of COLONIALISM is completely out of hand.

Exotic Definition

And back in the 18hundreds basically anything outside of the UK was fucking exotic.

Some of the fasinating plants that have been imported to the UK are EXOTIC because they come from far away places or have insteresting features that differenciate them from other plant. Look at this Orchid below.

The word exotic comes from Greek and Latin

You would think that a LOCAL GOVERMENT BODY Transport For London would have bigger issues on their mind rather than bringing up WASISM.

How about making everything run smoothly which is your fucking job. not reminding us of the past. Sure we did some shady shit long ago but right now a good number of people are not, have not, never will be slaves in this country.

[eretzyisrael]

How Alaska airlines airlifted 50,000 Yemenites to Israel

With thanks: Frank Seventy years this month, a daring mission to airlift 50,000 Jews from Yemen to Israel, dubbed On Eagles' wings, or Operation Magic Carpet,  came to an end. It was made possible with the bravery and heroism  of the pilots of Alaska Airlines.  They did not lose a single passenger, despite sandstorms and enemy gunfire. The last surviving crew member, Captain Elgen Long,  described the mission as the highlight of his flying career. Yanky Fachler takes up the story: Another Alaska Airlines pilot was Robert F. Maguire Jr., the chief pilot of Operation Magic Carpet, and incidentally the son of an American judge at the Nuremberg war trials. Maguire had enlisted in the Army Air Corps the day after Pearl Harbour.  Before becoming a pilot with Alaska Airlines, he had flown in the Pacific region during the war. During Operation Magic Carpet, he flew between 270 and 300 hours each month, at a time when the United States limit under its aviation rules was 90 hours. Maguire relied as much on his wits as on his aviation skills. A typical work day on Operation Magic Carpet was 16 to 20 hours long.  After unloading passengers in Tel Aviv, Maguire and his crew usually flew on to Cyprus to spend the night there because of the danger of being caught up in the fighting between Israel and its Arab neighbours.Each flight was perilous. Fuel was scarce and sandstorms were frequent. Landing on Arab soil was to be avoided at all costs. The pilots were warned of the dire consequences if that happened.  The passengers would likely be killed.  On one trip, McGuire ran out of fuel and was forced to land on a runway in Egypt. When airport officials rushed to the plane, the quick-thinking Maguire asked them to send ambulances immediately to take passengers to the nearest hospital.  "Why?" they asked. "Smallpox," he replied. He got his fuel in record speed, and flew on to Tel Aviv. When Alaska Airlines had to withdraw after a few months into the operation, Maguire started his own company, Near East Air Transport, hiring planes and pilots from Alaska Airlines, and continued the job. David Ben-Gurion was reported to have called Robert Maguire “the Irish Moses.” • Quite why Ben Gurion thought that Maguire was Irish is not known.  The writer Leon Uris used Maguire as a model for his fictional character Foster J. MacWilliams, the chief pilot of the fictional Artic Circle Airways, in his 1958 novel, "Exodus." Another Uris character, “Stretch” Thompson, was based on Alaska Airlines boss James Wooten. • In 2004, Maguire was awarded a medal of valour by the Simon Wiesenthal Centre for his role in rescuing the Jews of Yemen. Warren Metzger was a DC-4 captain with Alaska Airlines and his wife Marian was a flight attendant, when they embarked on what turned out to be one of the greatest feats in the airline’s history. "One of the things that really got to me was when we were unloading a plane at Tel Aviv," said Marian, who assisted Israeli nurses on a number of flights. "A little old lady came up to me and took the hem of my jacket and kissed it. “She was giving me a blessing for getting them home. We were the wings of eagles."

A child arrives in Tel Aviv with Alaska Airlines (JDC archives) Before Operation Magic Carpet, the Metzger couple had been involved in the Berlin airlift, and helped repatriate Jews from Shanghai who had fled to China before WW2 to escape persecution in Germany. Now that the communists had come to power in China, Alaska Airlines flew the German Jews to Israel. Tragically, while not a single Yemenite refugee died during the rescue mission itself, some 850 Yemenite Jews had died en route to their departure points or while waiting in the transit camp in Aden.  Infant mortality rates were high, and Ben-Gurion noted in his diary that Yemenite children in the Israeli ma'abarot – the tent transit camps - were dying like flies. As the Jerusalem Post reported on 25 September 1950, Operation Magic Carpet came to an end that evening at 10 pm at Lydda Airport. The two aircraft which wound up the operation landed within ten minutes of each other.  Among those gathered at the airfield to meet them were the two Chief Rabbis of Israel, our own Dr Isaac Halevi Herzog and Rabbi Ben Zion Hai Uziel.  The planes parked close to each other, and health formalities were completed aboard the planes. Some of the new arrivals on this final trip had been among the first to arrive at Aden, but had stayed on there until the end, to help with the camp arrangements.  They were greeted enthusiastically by the former camp staff with whom they had worked for many months and who had come to see them arrive. A surprise witness to the emotional scenes at the airport was Mrs. Lorna Wingate, the widow of General Orde Wingate. Lorna had arrived from London earlier that evening, in order to attend the foundation stone ceremony of the Wingate Youth Village.  She stayed at the airport so that she could witness the Magic Carpet complete its operations. Another Alaska Airlines pilot was Stanley “Buddy” Epstein, a Jewish Machal volunteer from the USA who served as a pilot in Air Transport Command.  Although not a religious man, Epstein said later that Operation Magic Carpet had to have been blessed by God because the possibility of any of these airplanes being successful was pretty remote.  Epstein, a pilot and maintenance specialist, contracted with Alaska Airlines to help with “Operation Magic Carpet” after having airlifted supplies from Czechoslovakia to Israel. “We flew almost continuously from Christmas Eve 1948 to nearly a year later,” said Epstein, “and never lost a life or had an injury from an accident. “One airplane undershot the runway in Asmara, but it didn’t burn, even though it was loaded with gasoline barrels. “We had a few bullet holes.” Epstein noted that the C-46 aircraft were carrying 76 passengers per trip – nearly 30 more than licensed for, based on the average passenger weight and the number of aircraft exits. Epstein said at the time: “If there was a single reason felt by all of the English-speaking flight crews and other volunteers, it was a feeling of “never again” after the press and other news media dramatically revealed the stories of the Holocaust.” Alaska Airlines president James Wooton shares his memories of the first flight in 1949. More about the Alaska airlines airlift

[i-love-sk]

tagged by @honneme​ (on my side blog fg-anime) thank you so much ♡ 

♥️ rules: tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions!

♥️ last song: I wanna be yours by Artic Monkeys

♥️  last movie: Enola Holmes

♥ currently reading: Misery by Stephen King

♥️ currently watching: SHAMAN KING latin dub on Amazon Prime

♥️ currently craving: Cake, and a lot of things that I ain’t allowed to eat rn :(

I’ll tag @loopyloo2610 @legendarywarriors-sk @kuroi-tsuru @ringourami @clau-asakura-k @annasak2 @allie-mcclure @mamuvar @kibou-no-hana @saki-sk @hannkura

Only if you want to! No need to do it i you don’t want to. (✿◠‿◠) 

No se preocupen, no pasa nada, sólo háganlo si quieren!!! 

[ask-ghiaccio-coward]

Hello good signore, I am here on this fine day to dub you King Listerine Ultra Clean of the Artic Mint Variety. Though you talk a lot of shit and that big mouth of yours is filthy, we believe that this title will enhance your monologues.

The worm seems to be???flexing??? It doesn’t have arms but it will try with all its might to look like it wants to kill you. Your impeccable grammar is saving you from its full wrath.