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Mormon Doctrine of Blood Atonement and the Law of Vengance

Blood Atonement: This part of Mormon doctrine has now been denied by church leaders and practitioners, and denounced as a lie spread by detractors of the church. However, many official church texts, mainly those created during Brigham Young's presidency, state this belief explicitly. It refers to the idea that, although Jesus Christ's blood has atoned for the sins of the world, there are certain crimes against God that not even Christ can redeem. In this instance, that person must have their blood shed upon the earth so that they may not be subject to eternal suffering in outer darkness as a son of perdition.

"... Brigham Young, taught that in a complete theocracy the Lord could require the voluntary shedding of a murder's blood - presumably by capital punishment - as part of the process for atonement of such grevious sin." (Encyclopedia of Mormonism, Daniel H Ludlow, Brigham Young University)

While this quote states that the sinner's blood must be shed voluntarily, it does not appear to be a requirement, as seen in the execution of John D. Lee folowing the Mountain Meadows Massacre, of which Brigham Young was quoted as saying during an interview:

[Correspondednt - "Do you belive in blood atonement?"

Brigham Young - "I do, and I belive that Lee has not half atoned for his great crime. The Saviour died for all the sins of the world by shedding his blood, and then I belive that he who sheds the blood of man wilfully, by man shall his blood be shed. In other words capital punishment of roffenses deserving death, according to the laws of the land"] (An Interview With Brigham Young, from Deseret News vol. 26 no. 16)

Other crimes against God that may call for blood atonement are apostasy (denying the church's truth), theft, and fornication, although sodomy and adultery are not included. It is important to note that this practice was intended to be instituted in a state run by the Mormon acting as the head of the government. Brigham Young was once close to this theocracy during the early days of the Mormon church in the Utah Territory. The pre-existing church heirarchy and leadership quickly assumed positions of power, with Brigham Young serving as the Utah Territory's first govenor, where he exerted incredibly influence over the people. In Young's ideal world, he could govern his church and prosecute those deserving of capital punishment through the arm of the law, thus implementing blood atonement.

Examples of this include the diary of John Doyle Lee, who was present for meetings between Brigham Young and The Council of Fifty (a group of religious leaders in a legislative body), as they drafted a plan for the State of Deseret (the proposed name for the modern day state of Utah). On March 3rd, 1849, Young was quoted as saying "...Suffering infernals, thieves, Murderers, Whoremongers & every other wicked curst to [exist?], through mercy to live amoung us, adding sin to sin, crime to crime, currupting the morals of the People when their Blood ought to floow [sic] to atone for their crimes. I want their cursed heads to be cut off that they may atone for their Sins, that mercy may have her claims upon them in the day of redemption."

Additionally, Brigham Young promoted decapitation to atone for the supposed sin of White Mormon men intermingling with Black people. He said, "If a man in an unguarded moment should commit such a transgression, if he would walk up and say cut off my head, and kill man woman and child it would do a great deal towards atoning for the sin. Would this be to curse them? no it would be a blessing to them. — it would do them good that they might be saved with their Bren. A man would shudder should they here us take about killing folk, but it is one of the greatest blessings to some to kill them, although the true principles of it are not understood" (Speech by Gov. Young in Joint Session of the Legislature, Feb 5th, 1852)

Both of these quotes mentioned above paint a clear picture of what Brigham Young was intending to do with the Utah territory. There are records of him doing so along with the Council of Fifty, which are recorded in John Doyle Lee's diary as discussing decapitating a man and how to "dispose of him privately". Although they eventually let this man live, decapitiation as a method of execution was instituted in Utah until 1888.

Another important part of the doctrine of blood atonement is it's relationship to the murder of Joseph Smith Jr, the first prophet and leader of the Mormon church, and his brother Hiram Smith, at Carthage Jail, Illinois. This assasination occured both because of political strife (Josph Smith was running for United States President, among lesser state-centric conflicts with authorities, mostly about polygamy) and a rejection of Mormonism by the people of Illinois. Following his death, Brigham Young was instated as the new prophet of the church, upon which he began teaching the idea that Joseph and Hiram's blood cried out against God for vengance. This sparked the institution of the oath of vengance, as part of the endowment ritual (one of the highest ceremonies preformed in Mormon temples, meant to give all members the key words, signs, tokens, and ordinances needed to return to God's kingdom).

Oath of Vengance: This was an addition to the Nauvoo endowment during a time where many church members yearned to avenge the murder of their most beloved leader and prophet. The original oath reads as follows: "You and each of you do covenant and promise that you will pray and never cease to pray to Almighty God to avenge the blood of the prophets upon this nation, and that you will teach the same to your children and to your children's children unto the third and fourth generation." While some members interpereted this as a prompt for prayer alone, others took it to mean a personal responsibility to kill those involved in the martyrdom, should the situation arise. This part of the endowment ceremony was taken out in 1927 during the intitiution of the church's Good Neighbor Policy. These are not to be confused with penalty oaths, which describe the participants agreement to being slit ear to ear, disemboweled, detounged, and have their hearts split open if they revealed the secrets of the church and their endowed vows to others. (may make an infopost on this one too)

Other notable supporters of blood atonement include Jedidiah M Grant, who wrote the statement below in the Deseret News on March 12 1854.

["It is their right to baptize a sinner to save him, and it is also their right to kill a sinner to save him, when he commits those crimes that can only be atoned for by shedding his blood. If the Lord God forgives sins by baptism, and there is another law that certain sins cannot be atoned for by baptism, but by the shedding of the blood of the sinner, query, whether the people of God be overreaching the mark, if they should execute the law to save such. They could do it sucinctly. We would not kill a man, of course, unless we killed to save him."] (Deseret News, vol. 4 no. 20)

It is important to mention that, although there is clear evidence of the doctrine being preached, the Mormon church made a firm stance that it had not actually practiced this doctrine yet, although it would do so soon towards covenant breakers. They also preached that current sinners who would likely need to atone by their own blood should repent as much as they could while alive, so that eventually their sins would not be so greivious as to require their deaths. Blood atonement was framed as an act of both mercy and love, rather than a deliberatly violent act. Two notable reported victims of blood atonement are Thomas Coleman, a Black man who was murderd by Mormons for his relationship with a white woman, and Rosmos Anderson, a Danish Mormon and willing participant who was sentenced for adultery. (I will make a seperate post about these individuals and other people killed).

Jedidiah M Grant was also quoted as saying the below quote during a sermon titled Rebuking Iniquity on September 21, 1856

["I say, that there are men and women that I would advise to go to the President immediately, and ask him to appoint a committee to attend to their case; and then let a place be selected, and let that committee shed their blood. We have those amongst us that are full of all manner of abominations, those who need to have thier blood shed, for water will not do, their sins are of too deep a dye."]

This doctrine continued to be defended by later prophets, such as John Taylor and Charles W Penrose. However, in a statement issued in 1889 by prophet Wilford Woodruf, the church denied their promotion of blood atonement, saying "We denounce as entirely untrue the allegation which has been made, that our church favors or believes in the killing of persons who leave the church or apostatize from its doctrines." (Manisfesto of the Presidency and Apostles, December 12, 1889) This denial was later restated by church figures like Bruce R McConkie, stating "If by blood atonement is meant the shedding of the blood of men to atone in some way for their own sins, the answer is No. We do not believe that it is necessary for men in this day to shed their own blood to receive a remission of sins." (Letter from Bruce R McConkie to Thomas B. McAfee)

Blood atonement continues to be denied by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, although it is still practiced by some splinter groups today. One final note is that the system for capital punishment in Utah involved the option for either death by hanging or death by firing squad. While hanging did not spill the sinner's blood upon the earth, therefore keeping the sinner from experiencing blood atonement, death by firing squad would, and as such, was presented as a valid option for those sentenced to death in Utah. However, it appears firing squads were less favored then decapitation, which would spill more blood. Death by firing squad was removed from Utah prison systems in 2004, and has now been replaced by lethal intravenous injection. This law was not applied retroactively however, allowing Ronnie Lee Gardener to choose death by firing squad in 2010, the last exectuion of its kind in both Utah and the United States. He cited his Mormon roots for this decision.

#god thats long im sorry #anyway hope at least one of u enjoyed sorry #its my blog i get to pick what i infodump on #loreposting

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pastel-omegas-blog · 2 years ago

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⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. Porn with plot? ( For the love of God you have been warned)

Chapter one

The loud ringing of holy bells sent an uproar of excitement through the capital city.

People of different species. Humans, Elves and beast folk all gathered at the city square, their throats going sore from letting out cheers of joy.

Young women and children throw flower petals into the air, men laughing merrily and breaking out into songs that told scared stories and sang praises to their most high, their scents all merging together to create a sweet smell of flowers and honey a scent of pure unfiltered happiness as the made their way to the Temple .

It was finally here.

After waiting for twenty five long years for the sun to clock perfectly into position the Siveria Empire could finally celebrate the one who created their bountiful, vast and rich lands. The one who had been watching over them from for the very beginning, giving them plentiful harvest and good weather for majority of the year round.

‡ †The Sun goddess Åpollonia† ‡

The beautiful dark skinned woman, who was born from a drop of pure sunlight falling into the rich earth and had risen with a heart as pure as gold, giving life and blessings to the domain under her rule. And now on the day of her birth as the Holy scriptures hard marked down, it was only fair that those under her protection would all gather to worship her and show their gratitude, singing her praises and sharing testimonies of her miracles.

Who better to lead the whole week long festival than the child of light she appointed herself ? The saint who the goddess had graciously given them so they may continue to learn how to be pure of heart and follow the ways of righteousness.

The pride gemstone of their empire, a beacon of hope to the common people, who found it heart warming that a noble would leave the comfort of their wealth to come and educate and care for them. He was viewed as the epitome of perfection by the Siveria temple, being blessed to control sun and light månå. Two very rare månå elements that could decide to show up once in four generations, had been combined and was now being wielded by the man.

It wasn't much of a surprise since he was born into a prestigious Noble family, known for creating prodigies in mastery of swordplay, mystic and magic, but even with that he was already classified as a genius never before seen in his family or the Empires history, his skills going on to even rival that of the imperial family.

All these skills given to just one man. And an omega at that.

That had been a let down at some point. The people had wanted a big strong alpha filled with charisma that could lead the people on the path of righteousness with a strong will, like all the previous saints. but after a while they grow to adore the soft spoken and kind male, who's charms and caring personality were alluring to the eyes and sweet scent calmed even the rowdiest of folks to become soft mellow beings, despite his soft appearance, he had a strong voice that only fueled the people's belief and strengthened their resolve to do better for their beloved Empire and their glorious goddess. He was a person the people turned to for closure, for advice, for more teachings. He worked harder than all of his predecessor combined.

He someone that had all the people smitten by him, someone they could look upon without a doubt and proudly say he was their ' ØURÅ '

† SAVIOUR †

After everything he had done for them, they believed he deserved a title befitting of his position. Saint L/N was a blessing the people believed was too good for them.

The crowd gathered at the temple all holding their breaths in anticipation as they waited for the heavy wooden oak doors decorated in ancient golden carvings to open, so the ceremony could officially start.

Slowly but gradually the heavy doors pushed open, all falling silent as they entered the sacred marble building. Quickly the crowd made their way to mass hall, bowing their heads to show respect to the giant golden statue that had been carved in the likeness of their goddess, then going to find seats so they could start the festival off with a prayer and standing in the middle of the huge room, next to the alter to greet the people on this special day was none other than the Head priest himself. A tall man standing at 6'0 and dressed in the ceremonial white and gold robes for the special occasion, his long silver hair braided neatly so they wouldn't get in his face, making his grey eyes visible, his thin peach lips pulled into a calm smile.

Caleb Treavon.

The first Head priest ever from a commoner background and the youngest one at just the tender age of 29 ( very young since until him all the other priest got their position in their early forties ). And he had was a beta. That was a recipe for disaster

There had been much debate during his debut, and at a point even assassination attempts were made on his life, but once they saw they couldn't forcefully get rid of him they mellowed down and started to spread rumors. Whispers going about the air. ' He's far to young ' they cried out ' A commoner?!! He's not well educated the Holy temple will lose its prestige and fall. What was the former head thinking? ' they wailed. ' Not to worry. It's only a matter of time before he steps down. He will soon realize that such a hard job wasn't meant for someone like him. He's just s boy with his mind lost in the clouds '. They sneered and then they mocked, all patiently waiting for the young man to drop and give up, only to watch in horror, distaste and very few in awe as he shattered their expectations. He established new laws in the temple and destroyed the old ones that treated commoners like dirt and favoured the nobles more. He said.

" Everyone is Equal in the eyes of the goddess and they shall be treated so in her holy ground "

His actions caused the Nobles rage, but He had already won the support and heart of the common folk and his brave display during the harsh attempts on his life and finding a middle ground between the two social classes made the Emperor bestow him with a medal of bravery, that made him untouchable. He had achieved so much at such a young age and the people grow to love and adore him, the only person more respected than him other than the imperial family was of course Saint L/N. No one would ever be able to compare to their lovely omegan saint.

Caleb's smile grow even more as the crowd of people cheered for him, but with a flick of his right hand they all immediately fell into perfect silence.

The way they obeyed immediately sent a surge of power and smugness through him

He cleared his throat before his loud voice resonated through the huge building.

" Dear brothers and sisters. Children of Åpollonia. I graciously welcome you all to the opening of the 874 Sun ceremony. We all managed to live to see such a blessed day and for that we have only to the goddess to thank for "

thr congregation erupted into a soft appulse , before they all fell into a silent prayer, reciting ' the song of doves ' a prayer point from the holy book.

Once their attention was back on him Caleb continued.

" During this festival we usually have a member from the imperial family open with us, but the imperial court has been facing some difficulties lately, so that will not be happening today "

A mummer rushed through the crowd. They were used to the nobility not joining them because of the class difference,but the imperial family was a different matter. They were the monarchs of the empire and not even one of them being free to attend such an important event called for worry. Was the Empire going to war, was a famine happening? What could be going on?

" Not to worry though, the crown prince will arrive later to greet you during the sun drop event..... "

the crowd visibly relaxed a little

" But until then the rest of the ceremony will be blessed by the presence of our Lovely Saint L/N, who has managed to spare enough time from his busy schedule to be available through this week's long festival "

whatever worry the people had left disappeared as an excited chattering took over the once gloomy hall.

' oh my goodness?! Saint L/N is coming?? '

' Uwwah~ That's so cool!! I thought we would only be able to see him during the last day '

' Can you believe he made time in his busy schedule just to start the sun ceremony with us? His heart really is made of gold '

' My heart is pounding so fast that I think if I see his beautiful face now I might die from a heart attack '

' Who needs the imperial family if we can see our lovely saint everyday of through out this week. They should miss more of the important festivals then if this is always going to be the outcome '

Another hand in the air was enough to silence the people once more and the beta male's grow more.

" Yes. So without further ado.....

WE WELCOME HIS HOLINESS , THE FIFTEENTH SAINT GIVEN TO US BY THE GODDESS ÅPOLLONIA.... "

The huge white doors on the farther side of the room opened and everyone watched as a thick red carpet rolled down to the alter, followed by two lovely little rabbit hybrid girls, dressed in matching pure white silk dresses and flower baskets in their hands. They giggled softly to each other as they dropped rose petals on the carpet leaving a lovely trail of flower petals behind them.

After the girls had made their way to the alter they both held hands and cutely courtesied to the crowd, drawing an appulse from the people, before they ran to one of the temple attendants, the giggling happily as their care taker picked them up to join the other temple children in the backroom.

The room fell into silence as the sweet and calming scent of lilac and cherries wafted into the air. He was finally here.

A dainty figure walked in, the robe he wore following behind him and hiding his delicate form. For such an important figure the robe he wore was simple, but the gold embroidery designs on the material made him look elegent. In his right hand he held the Sun drop staff, the staff said to be created from the same drop of sunlight as Åpollonia herself and an ancient artifact that has be passed down to all saints/saintesses through the ages and he held it with pride and dignity

It looked as if he was floating on air as walked towards the alter. The people watched awestruck, their gazes never leaving his form and even with everyone watching him like a hawk, the smile on his lush pink lips never faltered.

How could they not though?

Milky white skin.

Rosey pink hair

Diamond like blue violet eyes

He was an angel.

His Holiness Saint Oriol L/N truly was an angel sent by the goddess herself.

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" M/N! M/N! Did you see us? " a small red haired rabbit girl squealed as she hugged her s/c caretakers side a big grin on her on her face.

"Yeah! Yeah! Did you see us? We led the pretty saint in with the pretty dresses the head priest bought for us " another rabbit girl added, her long blonde hair bouncing around her as she jumped up, her small hands gripping his robes tightly,

" Oh of course I did Penelope you were so cute, you too Annabelle. You both are turning into lovely ladies " the e/c male praised , making the two kits giggle around him, as they followed him to the common room. Their laughter making the baby in the baby in the h/c male's arms squeal in excitement despite not knowing what was going on, the action making M/N smile.

They walked further to a rather secluded place in the huge building, stopping in front of a large door, excited chattering could be heard on the other side. Shifting the pup gently in his arms to free up his other arm, opening the door he couldn't help how his heart melted at the sight before him.

Children running around in a rather small room with bunk beds, laughing and playing games with each other. It stung when he remembered they had been denied of being present for the opening of the ceremony.

After all nobody wanted to associate with the children of criminals. The offspring of traitors who betrayed the Empire. Even though they were all to young to properly understand what was going on, yet they were still being judged for the sins of their parents.

The chatter died down as the children turned to look at who was at the door, their tense shoulders immediately they saw their sisters and baby brother, their loving caretaker standing calmly behind them with his usually sweet smile not one of those mean monks.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before they all cheered and rushed towards them, gushing over the girls and asking questions.

" oooh~ your dresses are so pretty! Did you really walk the saint to the alter ? " Phoebe a cute little elf girl asked, her purple eyes filled with awe as she gripped the book she had been formerly reading closer to her chest, and penelope puffed up her chest in pride nodding eagerly " uh huh. Me and Annabelle pulled out roses and spread them on the carpet for him " the red head said her green eyes glimmering with a smug look as she put her hands on her hips.

" Yeah. Yeah. See? My hands still smell like roses " Annabelle said bringing her hands forward and Phoebe smelled them, nodding her head in agreement. " Yeah they really do. Wow it must have been nce to do that " the elf girl said, her usually preppy voice lowering down a bit, and M/N couldn't stop his smile from falling a bit at her disheartened look. " Don't worry FiFi I'm sure we'll be able to go out for the festival ceremony this event, so cheer up " the girl perked up as a hand touched her shoulder, her smile coming back as she saw the source of the nice words. " Mmhm. Yeah your right Robin. Then we'll be able to see the fireworks too " phoebe gushed excitedly, penelope and Annabelle joining her, making the older boy laugh. " See that's the spirit " he added as the three girls started dancing around him in a ring, joining in when they dragged him along. The petite s/c male watched laughing when they fell down in a pile, their playfulness causing the baby in his arms to giggle at the sight as he stretched his chubby arms towards their direction. " Their a rowdy bunch aren't they " a soft voice said, causing M/N too grin as he recognized the voice. " Are you sure Sophia ? You know, I can still remember having to climb up the oak tree in temple garden to get you off because you got stuck in and couldn't get down. None of them have gotten to that level of mischievousness yet " the h/c man teased the tween black haired girl by his side, making her huff. Her cheeks turning red.

" I... I saw a Cryter bird a..and I got curious. T.. that's d.. different " the girl huffed out crossing her arms around her chest, making her guardian chuckle. " Hah! As if. You wanted to beat me in a tree climbing contest and obviously I won. You just got to scared to climb down on your own like the big baby you are. " Sophia's face burst into deep cherry red colour as she turned over to glare at the person mocking her, her stare hardening at the smug look like on his face.

" Shut it Tobi! I wasn't scared. L..like I said I got distracted and stop calling me a baby! " Her words only made the dark skin boy laugh, her blush growing worse at his actions and she stopped over to him,and the began their usual petty and bicker.

M/N shook his head softly at the sight, but his smile never left as he watched the children with found eyes. " Your big brothers and sisters look like their having fun, right Louis? " He whispered gently to the baby in his arms, causing the pup to smile at him, showing his pink gums.

Despite everything they had gone through they all still managed to be playful kids, no trauma from their past being strong enough to hold them down and M/N wished he could do more for them because of that. Wished he could give them all the childhood they were entitled to enjoy. And he was getting closer to it too.

He was happy the Head priest had listened to his suggestion, using the girls to introduce the saint. It was cute and it would tempt people to try and adopt the children staying in the temple. They needed better homes, as much as it would break his heart to see them leave he knew it was for the best.

A loud cough behind him snapped him out of his thoughts and made him flinch, the noise startling the children in the room and the pup in the omega's arms, making the h/c male start to rock him before he started crying.

The faint scent of mint and lime filled his nose and M/N felt his stomach tie itself it knots as he realized who it was. He turned around and bowed at superior, not raising it up until he was given permission and e/c eyes looked up to meet condescending blue ones

Ezekiel Mist

A recessive alpha that tended to be mistaken as an omega due to his feminine face and ' soft ' scent, but coming from the influential Mist household, ( a house known to birth only alphas ) quickly made people abandon the thought. He was seen as someone who had good morals, because he gave up his lavish life style to help with running the Temple. A well recognize member of the temple who was known for being a perfectionist and followed the rules.

His dedication earned him the spot of being Saint L/N's personal assistant, despite having joined the temple only a year ago. He was well respected among the other members of the temple and the treated them well enough. Well all of them except M/N, but then again no one in the whole temple usually gave the s/c male the time of day.

Ezekiel stared at the smaller male and the pup a bit longer before his eyes trailed to look inside the room, the emotion in his eyes turning to disgust for a brief moment, then going back to normal as he looked back to the s/c nun, clicking his tongue at his disheveled state.

His one size to big uniform was a mess of wrinkles and baby powder and he reeked of milk. His hair was going every where and the dark bag under his eyes was an indication that he hadn't been getting any proper sleep. Ezekiel's lips formed a sneer at the sight.

" M/N. I thought I told you to get ready by one? Your the one in charge of looking after the sitting arrangements for the nobles, then going through the files sent by the imperial court, after that the elder monks need you to go to harbor side and retrieve their order of Rose thorn essence for the cleansing ceremony tommorow morning. With how long you've been learning under the temple anyone would think you would have learned to prioritize your time by now "

The h/c male stood their not saying a word as he waited for the man to finish talking, occasionally letting out apologies. He needed to stay calm. The children were watching, he didn't need them getting in trouble because of his silly mistake.

Ezekiel let out a frustrated sigh and brought his hand to rub his temples, muttering under his breath " No wonder lord L/N decided to disown you, completely useless in every way possible. " The comment made M/N go stiff, his past flashing through his eyes for a split second and he felt his throat go dry.

The children could only watch the scene unfold to scared to speak up. The youngest on the group hid behind the three older ones, tears streaming down their cheeks as they tried to block out the man's harsh words.

Once the blue haired recessive finished the omega nodded his head in obedience, handing louis over to Sophia, his chest growing tight as he noticed the frightened look on their faces, but his hands were to tied to try and comfort them, he could only send a calming smile their way as he walked out.

" Oh and make sure none of them leave this room, the sight of them during the festival could stir up unwanted trouble " M/N's e/c hues widened in panic.

This hadn't been part of the deal he had with the Head priest a month ago. He promised after doing all those a necessary task, and arrangements ( instead of using the money the imperial family had sent for the occasion ) that he would allow the children to leave for the festival this night. That had been their damn agreement. He opened his mouth to protest, but the icy look sent his way made him close it just as fast and he weakly nodded his head in agreement, watching helplessly as the taller male walked away.

The words made Penelope, Annabelle and Phoebe cried louder, their vioces making Louis start to whimper and join in. Sophia,Robin and Tobi tried to calm them down, but M/N didn't miss the crestfallen look on their faces and his heart squeezed tightly at the sight.

He begrudgingly closed the door and started walking away. He had work to do. But first..............

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Standing in front of the huge doors M/N took in a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart. His hands shaking making the silver tray in his grasp shake a bit,the contents in it almost spilling. All he had to do was drop the tray and get out. Balancing the tray in one hand he used the other to knock on the door, almost immediately a soft voice told him to come in. Wanting to get this over with he entered.

On the other side of the door was a study. The walls painted a soft white and gold colour with ornate paintings covering the ceiling. White marble tiles plastered on the ground. Tall shelf's filled with books could be seen at every corner of the room, a lounge chair with cream coloured leather was placed next to a huge open window, the soft sun rays spilling into the room and in the center of it all was a pure white mahogany desk, with stacks of paper work resting on it's surface and seated behind the desk was none other than the holy Saint himself.a warms smile on his lips as his jewel eyes watched the smaller male enter.

" May the sun keep you guarded and blessed your holiness " the smaller omega greeted, bowing his head, his actions making a huff leave the pink haired male's lips.

" Come M/N. I've told you to stop calling me by my title when it's just the two of us. You should call me by my name " Oriol said softly, his voice almost having a scolding tone to it as he watched the h/c male set the tray in his hands in front of him, his sharp eyes not missing how he flinched at his request.

" I'm sorry , but I can't do that my holiness. That's disrespectful and I might get in trouble for it. The walls have ears " the h/c man replied, not missing how the larger omega's lips fell into a scowl for a moment, quickly reverting back to his calm smile. Bowing to the seated male, standing up and trying to get to the door so he could leave, only to hear papers crashing the ground and a small gasp following it followed by a flurry of apologies.

" I'm so sorry M/N I wanted to eat and work at the same time, I didn't mean to honest. Could you please help me ? "

Not like you can refuse.

It was something the two of them knew, and forcing a smile on his face M/N shook his head as he walked over to the scattered pile on the floor. " It's not a problem your holiness, you must be stressed because you've been so busy. There's no need to beat yourself over it " the s/c nun said as he bent down to gather the pile, trying to ignore the eyes fixed on his from.

Gathering the last visible paper M/N tried to stand up only for Oriol's voice to stop him. " Ah. Sorry but some papers fell under the bookshelf, could you please get them for me? " The pink haired male asked innocently smiling at him as he brought the teacup to his lips to take a sip and for a split second the h/c male regretted not dropping the poison he had into the drink. Nodding his head M/N lowered his upper body to the ground as he glanced under the shelf, his back arching upwards, making his hips go up in the air, his usually oversized uniform hugging his form and showing off his curves for a few moments, before the smaller male sat up, a frown on his plump lips. " There's nothing here sir " he said waiting for a reply, receiving a shocked look first then a sheepish smile.

" Really? Ah then I'm sorry, I've wasted your time haven't I ? " M/N tried to speak up to get cut off. " No no. I know your busy yet I still kept you here. Look how bout I make it up to you later ? " Again the s/c male tried to protest but was cut off.

" I insist M/N. I expect you to be in my chambers around ten. I have something to give you, also we need to have a talk about the children under you care. It would be in your best interest of you came. Besides I have a letter from Father~ "

What followed after those words was a tense silence, then a defeated sigh. " I will see to it your holiness " M/N replied dropping the neatly stacked papers on the desk before quickly walking out, closing the door softly behind him.

Once he was outside in the hallway, the petite male resisted the urge to scream. His brother could never take no for an answer, he always found a way to get what he wanted.

M/N could bet he was just going to gloat and mock him behind closed doors, tell him how much of a failure he was. Tell him how he was a stain to the family name.

He could bare it. This wouldn't be the first time someone had done. He could handle it. He just needed to be strong. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he quickly hurried away.

He had work to do.

Firstly to the harbor for the herbs

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It was almost 10:56 when M/N stumbled finished his duties and managed to put the children to sleep, soothing them was a hard task when they could hear the fireworks and celebration happening from the room. Louis was the hardest to calm down, the pup was angry and it took longer than it usually would to calm him down.

The petite omega was sore all over, once he was done with this damn meeting he was going to take a cold bath and take off the stupid scent collar he had around his neck them have a well deserved sleep until three the next morning when this brutal cycle will begin all over again.

The side of temple that belonged to Oriol was heavily guarded knights at every corner. Monks could be spotted roaming around the place awake to keep vigil on this holy night, the smell of rosemary herbs burning in the air to ward off evil. Only the best protection for the Empire's most prized possession.

Gulping down his anxiety , he walked down the hallway, his gaze on the ground, trying his best not to flinch at the harsh gazes directed towards him.

Taking in a deep breath he ran over the plan in his head. He just needed to apologize for being late and get this whole ordeal over with. He stopped when he reached his destination, his form shrinking at the sight of the two heavily armoured knights standing guard at in front of the door. Gulping down his fear the omega spoke up.

" U..uum I'm here to see his Holiness. H..he requested for me earlier today " he managed to stutter out, wincing at how shaky his own voice sounded. The guards stared at him, seeing his description matches to the one they were given they moved aside and let him pass, said male quickly entered the room wanting to be away from their judging eyes.

The door closed behind him with a loud thud and M/N let out a sigh of relief, the relief quickly dying as the strong smell of phermones along scent of lust and silck filled his nose violently snapping him out of his thoughts as he coughed trying to clear up the smell and desperately trying to take in a breath of fresh air and failing miserablely as all he could inhale were more phermones.

What was going on?

He has been so focused on trying to breathe that he hadn't noticed anything else in the room. A very loud wanton moan echoing in the huge space did that for him.

The sound made his s/c cheeks turn red in embarrassment and he tried to process things at a more faster rate, all thoughts dying as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

There was the blessed Saint of the Freverian Empire, the one said to be as pure as lamb, completely undressed. His normally neat and tidy hair sticking to his sweaty face, his clear milky pale skin covered in purple and red bruises from his neck to his chest, rosy pink buds hard and seeking any form of attention. His dick standing erect between his thighs and M/N couldn't help but notice he was larger than the average omega, those factors were shocking yes, but the icing on the cake was that the pink haired male had his ass and mouth stuffed with the cocks of two other larger male's and if the loud moans spilling from his lips indicated anything it seemed he was enjoying himself

Very much

Other than the saint's slutty moans ,the sound of skin slapping against skin , squelching noises and the hard creaking of the king sized bed were echoing in the room and how he didn't even hear the noise before he didn't know, but one thing was for sure he needed to leave. Yet he couldn't find the strength to tear his eyes away from the seen, his e/c eyes glowing with curiosity as he watched.

Even though Oriol's skin was marked it still had that eternal look to it, seeming to glow in the moonlight spilling in through the open windows though to the smile shin of sweat, his eyes trailing lower to watch how his ass seemed to swallow the member entering him without any difficulties, his round ass jiggling everytime he took the man's dick to the hilt, his soft skin smacking the knot of the man underneath him, as everytime he slammed back down harder it seemed like it would actually slip in and keep him in place. E/c trailed up, wincing a bit when he noticed the huge bulge in his throat as the pretty male wrapped his lips around the other male's cock. The same lips he would use to smile innocently at the crowds of people during parades while preaching words of the holy book. The peoples precious Saint commuting such a sin on the very first night of the sun ceremony.

M/N knew he was supposed to leave, slam the door open and run away from this place, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from the pink haired male as his eyes trailed upwards only to freeze as he felt his heart drop to his stomach, his already dry throat going parched.

Staring back at him was blue violet eyes that seemed amused? The way he lowered his eyes making pink lashes flutter gently on his cheeks gave him an even more seductive look. With how focused his gaze was he probably been watching the petite h/c male since he first entred and thought made M/N's blushed grow worse. Oriol knew he had been there since the very beginning yet he didn't stop, with how the flushed head of his cock seemed to be dripping out precum it seemed the attention on him turned him on even more. A tantalizing shock ran down the s/c male's spine and he could feel his underwear getting tighter.

He needed to leave. Now

Cursing at himself for staying so long he turned and tried to open the door realizing that no matter how much he pushed it pulled it wouldn't budge, if anything the noise only attracted the attention of the two larger male's in the room.

Oriol watched in amusement as the petite male tried to open the door, laughing in his head at how bad he was failing and decided he had teased him enough. He sild his mouth off the recessive's dick, releasing the pulsing appendage with a wet 'pop' sound, watching as it twicthed helplessly in the cold air covered in saliva and precum. To bad he had grown to bored of it to give the man his release. Ignoring the whimpering alpha in front of him, the smaller male pushed himself up from his sitting position, taking the other Alpha's dick out of him, ignoring the blond male's whine as he climbed down the bed.

A growl from him was enough warning for the two to not touch themselves, before he sensually walked over to the still desperate h/c male, frowning when he noticed their was no scent on him, catching glimpse of the scent collar around his neck.

Oh well he could deal with it later, he had waited years for this moment, he could wait a few more for the stupid scent collar, but first....

Using his larger frame to his advantage, Oriol pinned M/N's hands to the door, leaning in closer to let his breath fan against his face, letting out his scent to try and intoxicate the more submissive male and get him to submit easily ( but he wouldn't mind a struggle, got his blood boiling ), leaning closer and purposely grinding his leaking cock on the s/c male's clothed ass, not caring about how he stained the fabric, as a groan left his lush lips feeling the soft skin of the others plump ass through his clothes.

His actions made M/N struggle harder a broken plea leaving his lips and Oriol laughed. Not the sweet laughter he gave to the people or his friends he considered close. It was cynical and mocking.

" Ne~ your begging me to let you go, yet you were the one who just stood there while watching your younger brother get dicked down, and you even got hard from it? My my ~ I never knew you were such a pervert big brother. Sadly I can't let you go. We haven't discussed your punishment for coming late yet ~ "

The way the pink haired male purred out his words in such a silky soft voice only sent a cold shiver down the s/c male's spine and his struggling stopped for a moment to see the smug look behind him.

And for the second time in his life ever since the first incident, despite his angelic appearance, M/N saw Oriol as the devil he really was.

Only this time he wasn't sure he would be able to escape.

Hi guys. So umm.... I have no excuse other than being horny. It's shitty I know , I know, but if I stay up all night because of this so will you. Still hope you like it.

* this story is actually on a hiatus on quotev because I lost the motivation for it, but I wanted to post the chapters I've written here. I hope you all enjoy *

#omegaverse #mc #x omega male reader #x male reader #nobility #omega male reader #x bottom male reader #smut #dark #Holy Grail #Oriol

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frankk-was-here · 3 months ago

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A vote for Trump is a vote for chaos. It’s as simple as that. Trump is the opposite of civility, he has successfully turned himself into a Demi-god and preys on the uneducated with lies and accusations for his own personal gain. He assures the lower class that he understands and fights for them but in reality he is the furthest thing from that. He did not come from nothing, he is the nepo baby of one of the richest men America has ever seen. All voting for him will do is ensure a lot more money goes into the pockets of his billionaire friends. He has no policy on climate change, he has no policy on Medicare and his policies on education are guarantee to keep the people down. He is not your saviour.

Are we forgetting that this is the baby who told his supporters to riot the capital when he didn’t get his way? If it was Muslims, hispanics or African americans invading the capital it would be a national emergency compared to 9/11. Dick Cheney, Mitt Romney, Mike Pence, John McCain, Herbert McMaster, Anthony Scaramucci and Olivia Troye. These are just a few of the names of high ranking republicans who have actively gone against trump for the good of the nation. Bear in mind these are the names of politicians that so many republicans used to support.

You don’t have to vote blue; that’s your choice. But don’t feed into the lies that Trump feeds you, don’t vote for him because you think he’s ‘cool’ or ‘badass’, just remember he is the exact same age as Biden was last election. He wants to take the USA 10 steps back. If this didn’t convince you, RESEARCH PROJECT 25 LAWS. DO NOT VOTE FOR A DICTATOR.

#do not vote for trump #fuck trump #dictator #trump 2024 #election 2024 #us elections #kamala harris

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blackfeathersflurry · 6 months ago

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Hey, hope you don’t mind me sending in another letter with in such short time, as I understand your time is valued for other letters than mine.

When up brought up the term “pseudo-Messiah” when speaking on parasocial ideation and obsession to escape daily life, it made me think about the context you used it in. Messiahs are preserved as saviours or liberators in religious contexts. Your obsession with Jenova, or your mother as you say, you express as impacting you as more negative than positive. But really you can’t blame yourself, everyone always tries to find someone to lean on for support and guidance, parents usually filling that slot most of the time. It’s hard to find someone who can fill that if your parental guardians aren’t the ones you want to follow in their footsteps. This also follows in with parasocial relationships, as when people get obsessed with someone—fictional or not— that when said person does try to break out of said obsession, it can be hard sometimes. Obviously you need to trust your own gut sometimes and make the right call.

I’m getting off-track here, my apologies… You’ve had this experience from both perspectives; With your experiences, which is worse? Being the obsession, or being the obsessed?

-♾️

Hello again ♾️,

See, that's the interesting thing. Many cult leaders refer to themselves as messiah's, prophets or pseudo messiah's to some degree. And while, yes, I did consider myself one, I am still working through my experiences regarding the issue. Regardless, despite the fact that many believe that I shouldn't blame myself, it does not change the fact that people were harmed. And to just simply act like something of those lines never happened would be like going under the assumption that Shinra never destroyed entire towns or villages for the sake of capital gain. It would be like going under the guise that I never fought in the Wutang war and claimed the blood of hundreds of people. That said, my being a pseudo Messiah was purely impart of my liberating human souls and life forms from the planet. Purely for "mother's" reign.

So no, please do not apologize for your observations.

As for the obsession versus the obsessed part...

I find it a little odd that fans obsessed themselves over my hygiene and hair care habits. However it had its benefits, such as a pretty healthy stock of luxury shampoo and conditioner.

Being the obsessed comes with an uncontrollable mania that is almost painful to resist. You get a near murderous urge that you wake up with every single day as you ponder who your next victim may be. And when you know that this habit is developed and that it can be controlled, it can be even more frightening. Because you don't know where your breaking point may be.

#sephiroth #ff7r #ff7 crisis core #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy crisis core #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ask blog #ask me anything #18+ mdni

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ae-neon · 2 years ago

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during the war agaisnt hybern feyre mentions something about "well, most of kleir's soldiers died but he said nothing, didn't complain" like, of course, the soldiers who died must be all poor, do you really think he would just "be fine" if those were hewn city's nobility, feyre? like... feyre is so dumb in those things omg

Yep

For her benefit and just because I love to drag sjm I'll say : obviously there's no way Feyre actually learns any real in-depth politics or even common sense governing in the few months she's at NC before the War and directly after it.

But then why does SJM and even Acotar Elon act like she's an equal??? She's not even equal to Azriel in political power never mind Mor or Rhys.

Feyre has no allies, she burns every bridge she's given and doesn't know how to play up her status as the saviour of Prythian except to embarrass Ianthe.

She doesn't know anything about the other courts but is soooo sure the NC is the best - except Keir and the nobles of the CAPITAL CITY who didn't wanna bow to someone introduced to them as a random sex slave and the Illyrian lords and the millions of oppressed people in the Steppes.

HOW THE FUCK DO RHYS AND FEYRE THINK THE HEWN CITY IS GONNA LOOK AT THEIR KID

She thinks Azriel or Cassian could kill Tamlin (lol) when he's a High Lord - the High Lord who killed Amarantha who ruled Prythian for 500 years - when they can't even kill Lucien and he hasn't even inherited his full power yet.

She dismantles the stability of a recovering court on the brink of a war like she works for the CIA and Spring is a mineral rich 3rd world country.

She and her sisters are probably some of the most significant religious icons of their time but Feyre doesn't play patron saint to the priestesses to curry favour.

If Rhysand had died in the War none of the power would have gone to her and in fact she might have been tried for her crimes in Spring or Summer.

If SJM wanted a High Lady she should have made one. But she doesn't, she doesn't care about how stupid Feyre looks as long as she looks good next to that grandpa with the spray tan.

#anon asks #anti sjm #anti feyre #sjm is a bad author #acomaf is the grave #acowar is shit too #anti rhysand

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damianbugs · 2 years ago

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hi <3 since ive already obsessively reread your works i dont know how many times i think it's time for me to branch out and find some other batfam stuff too (im still a loyal reader tho dw bestie) i was wondering if you had any batfam authors you personally love and / or are inspired by! or maybe your top 5 batfam fics? if you don't mind sharing it ofc! thank u have a swag day and thank u for putting out such amazing amazing work into the world that offers me (personally) so much comfort :)

hello !! thank you so much for reading my works and i hope you will continue to enjoy them <3 i am so glad they bring you as much comfort reading as they do for me when writing !! and YES OF COURSE there is simply nothing i love more than recommending batfam fics that have me going absolutely crazy insane.

i previously did a top 5 batfam fic recs, and so here are my, uh, other top 5 batfam fics? everything is at the top of my list at this point.

+ these are in no particular order !!

MY TOP 5 BATFAM FICS (AGAIN) ON AO3 !

Cold Hard Want by AudreyCritter

“Are you happy?”

“I...I’m getting there.”

A follow-up to DC Rebirth Batman #35, in which Bruce recovers from being stabbed in the back and Damian considers the elusive nature of happiness.

MY NOTES: i might have read this fic a dozen times and everytime i do i am always so amazed by it. i have a soft spot for fics that move alongside actual comic canon, and so this was a lovely follow up to that original story (though you do not need to be familiar with it to enjoy this fic). damian is such a complicated character but at the end of the day, he is a child — and i think this handled his tumultuous relationship with bruce, dick and selina(!!) really well.

White Christmas by LemonadeGarden

Jason's been in the manor for a few months now. Bruce is a pretty cool guy, sure, but he's not exactly sure what to expect from him.

And then they go to Siberia in the winter on a case. It goes horribly wrong, and then pretty well.

MY NOTES: personally i think it is always the perfect time of year for a christmas fic that isn't actually about christmas. now, not only do all the best tropes meet in this fic (cuddling for warmth, sick fic, comfort after nightmares - to name a few) BUT this is also about robin jason todd. the little boy of all time. wonderful fic.

all the other rooms are a party tonight (and you never got an invitation) by irnan

(You will need an ao3 account to access this fic)!

The major difference between Gotham before Bruce left to set up Batman, Inc and Gotham after he comes back is that his children are grown-ups. Well, except for Damian.

Still, four out of five's an overwhelming majority.

MY NOTES: there is something so healing about this fic. bruce is rather pathetic (said fondly) in the way troubled middle aged men become when they finally realise their life is only in consequence of the people who exist around them. the dynamic between cass and bruce and dick and bruce in this is one of my favourites. the latter is very carefully weaved into the entire story, even when pertaining the other characters. a great take on bruce!

Have I Told You About Minnie? by Hinn_Raven

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

MY NOTES: oh this is such a fun one!! stephanie and bruce is such a wonderful dynamic and something about bruce creating an entirely new persona as a subconscious excuse to gloat about his children is just too funny. really sweet!

i want you to remember me by zxrysky

Bruce really needs to get rid of his saviour complex. Not all of them are the same as that poor boy who had to watch his parents get murdered in a dark alleyway; not all of them need to be saved.

Jason is perfectly fine where he is. Some capital would be great, but otherwise, he’s fine. He’s fine.

He doesn’t need to be saved again.

“No thanks,” Jason mutters, and pushes the papers away.

MY NOTES: this one hits you when you least expect it. it is so funny, so sweet and it hurts. jason todd you are so ridiculously complicated and tragic. also my favourite kind of time travel, kind-of-time-travel! little jason receives all of older jason's memories and his meeting with bruce and journey to robin is different, but some things are just destiny i suppose. so lovely.

as for inspirations or favourite authors, i have to say it might just be everyone i have ever read a fic from so i can not pick out anyone right now. the writers featured on this list are also phenomenal and some have written other amazing and loved batfam fics you should definitely check out!

hope you enjoy these anon and thank you again <3

#bruce wayne #jason todd #stephanie brown #robin jason todd #time travel #damian wayne #dick grayson #batman and robin #batfamily fic recs #saki batfam fic recs #hey guys unrelated news #but i think i have finally figured out how to format on tumblr #hope this is not horrendous to look at

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ittybluebell · 10 months ago

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Matt Murdock and Borrowers

i can only speak for the show specifically because i haven't read the comics, but engrained in daredevil's story is commentary about the effects of capitalism, power, and greed on the lower class. matt tries to combat this through the law, but even he knows the law is flawed and favours the rich and powerful. matt needs to help people - that's just how he is. the nelson & murdock office was literally going under due to matt, karen, and foggy taking payments in other forms besides monetarily (baked goods, for example) because they know the people who NEED help often can't afford it. all three of them are bleeding hearts who understand injustice and fight it day and night

with that in mind, how does it influence matt's interactions with borrowers? specifically with goldfinch, the protagonist of my daredevil g/t concept

matt knows that goldfinch is taking things. cloth and other little objects are going missing, but most notable is the food. they're taking necessities to survive. he recognizes that this is someone in need, someone who matt can help without putting on a suit, whether it be armoured or a two-piece. he leaves crumbs by the entrances frequented by finch. he pretends he doesn't notice their little heists, which leads to them becoming outrageously overconfident and quite literally stealing (*cough*borrowing) under his nose. he's shocked and impressed by finch's lack of fear (or perhaps a lack of self-preservation), but also amused at how much they're underestimating him

underneath the genuine saviour complex, matt is fascinated by their existence. he's so curious to know more. and can you blame the guy? a tiny person just four-inches-tall. how? where did they come from? he has a mini faith crisis, but that gets pushed down to unpack later (never, if he can help it)

matt empathizes with finch. living in a world not designed for you is a struggle he knows very well. 'super-senses' this and that, yada-yada - doesn't change the fact that he is blind. he can't read visual language or pictures; he can't see lights or colours; he struggles to operate technology and touch-screens are only getting more prevalent. if he isn't disregarded or patronized, he's infantilized. and matt is determined not to belittle finch. they may be small, smaller than his hand, but they're not helpless

MORE UNDER THE CUT!!

that said, it definitely takes a learning curve: he's protective over this tiny person. it's a big world, and they could be easily hurt. he doesn't intervene when they're climbing furniture and shit because, hey, he does parkour nightly. who's he to stop them? they have it handled. but when finch starts leaving the apartment and being out in the streets? hoooo boy. goldfinch can be cocky and reckless, especially in dangerous situations (matt's begging them to value their life a bit more and finch is just astounded at his lack of self-awareness), and matt so badly wants to put them in a little pouch where they'll be safe (he won't; they made an agreement)

don't even get me started on when frank finds out about goldfinch. dear god. matt wants castle nowhere near them

when the other defenders discover finch exists, matt is wary (more than finch, funnily enough). he didn't want them to know. these people are fighters (pot, kettle) with super strength: borrowers are extremely breakable and more people knowing increases the risk of finch getting hurt (also increases their protection, little does he know). luke is his gentlemanly self, giving finch space and genuinely interested in them as a person, but danny has trouble with boundaries and can be a little much (finch stabs him. he learns). they're both very careful. beyond the surprise, jessica is her indifferent (read: depressed) self. she's kind of unsettled, actually, and doesn't want to go anywhere near finch. this could be for a multitude of reasons (angst, uncanniness of a tiny person, etc) but all finch cares about is one less bean crowding them. holy shit, they thought one was bad...

more on foggy, karen, claire, colleen, misty, and frank with goldfinch in the future :3 i'm gettin the whole gang together bc defenders' group dynamics are my playground and i simply must have g/t interactions with them

matt keeps goldfinch a secret. of course he does - secrets are his jam. after meeting finch and learning about tiny people, he starts discerning smaller voices that he thought were merely distant; noticing little movements he mistook for rodents. one night he's out daredevil'ing, he rescues a borrower from a raccoon and that borrower tells others that the human vigilante with horns saved them. matt hears birds flying closer than ever, following him; perched like they're observing him. little voices whispering about the devil. word travels fast through the borrower network and borrowers in the area start to panic. finch has to run interference and reconnect with the community they left behind before this panic gets out of hand

matt keeps an ear out for borrowers like any citizen who might need help. finch acts as an advocate to vouch on his behalf because a big, scary human looking straight out of a nightmare isn't the greatest impression on borrower-kind. they're working on it

this went in a different direction than i originally planned. i swear i was going to write about the parallels of borrowers with the growing endemic of houselessness and poverty related to increased 'crime', and matt murdock struggling to uphold the law while also knowing the law fails and persecutes so many disadvantaged people, but i got carried away with interpersonal relationships. i'm actually so intrigued by borrowers being a critique of ableism, classism, and capitalism

#g/t #giant/tiny #daredevil #daredevil g/t #goldfinch (oc)#matt murdock #borrowers #g/t writing #g/t thoughts #gt #the borrowers #g/t community

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lenzimanot · 2 months ago

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character sheet: agostín elizio de rovira (of gualba)

he/him pronouns, big pansexual

second son of the king & queen of gualba, a rather small kingdom by the sea

his father died early leaving their mother, queen elbira, to rule, first in his older brother taziano's stead & eventually with him

both boys felt the responsibility to protect their mother from an early age & became fighters by necessity (yes I’ve listened to the w.isdom saga & I blame the t.elemachus songs)

agostín loves the sea & seafaring. he has a little book collection of his own about the topic (also includign firsthand reports of sailors/captains) & owns a small sailboat

once when returning from a day trip on the boat agostín was attacked by a group of bandits in the woods & a woman helped him & took him to her inn to nurse him back to health there.

that woman was ada @innchanted. in the weeks that followed there was a bound forged between, but neither of them thought anything would come of it. agostín wanted to take ada with him to the castle to introduce her to his family, but before they arrive she disappeared. the following years made agostín realize how much she actually means to him.

5 years later words reach him of the same inn not far from the capital & the castle & agostín decides to take the chance. a invitation is sent to the owner of the inn & when ada actually arrives, he's expecting her at the entrance. the queen is happy to meet her son's saviour & welcome her at the castle. she invited ada to stay fora while & it gives agostín the opportunity to spend more time with her.

afterwards both of them are sure of their feelings & that they want a future together after all. ada accepts a formal title & they get married soon.

of course agostín knows how this will end, that he will grow old, while his wife remains unchanged. but he's accepted these circumstances & only hopes to spend as much of his limited years as he gets with her.

personality: generally agostín is more of the stern type due to his upbringing. especially around people he doesn't know he can be quite reserved, but he's also generous & polite. oveall he isn't good with emotions & showing them & you'll most likely only see him genuinely smiling & relaxed around ada.

#tbt #HELLO MEET MY NEW SON <3 #entirely bc of nile lmao xD

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reddest-flower · 4 months ago

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In 1950, Aimé Césaire, the communist from Martinique, one of the clearest voices of the 20th century, looked back at the long history of colonialism that was coming to an end. He wanted to judge colonialism from the ashes of Nazism, an ideology that surprised the innocent in Europe but which had been fostered slowly in Europe’s colonial experience. After all, the instruments of Nazism – racial superiority as well as brutal, genocidal violence – had been cultivated in the colonial worlds of Africa, Asia and Latin America. Césaire, the effervescent poet and communist, had no problem with the encounter between cultures. The entanglements of Europe’s culture with that of Africa and Asia had forged the best of human history across the Mediterranean Sea. But colonialism was not cultural contact. It was brutality.

«Between colonization and civilization there is an infinite distance; that out of all the colonial expeditions that have been undertaken, out of all the colonial statutes that have been drawn up, out of all the memoranda that have been dispatched by all the ministries, there could not come a single human value.»

Césaire was adamant: colonialism had produced nothing that would earn it respect in the scales of history. This was in 1950, when a few nations had just emerged out of the scar of colonialism and when many societies fought pitched battles to extricate themselves from colonial power. What had come to define fascism inside Europe through the experience of the Nazis – the jackboots and the gas chambers – were familiar already in the colonies. This colonial fascism, Césaire argued in Discourse on Colonialism, needed to be emphasized. Colonialism was asserting itself in this period, pushing to revive its empires from Vietnam to Algeria, from Kenya to Malaya. It pretended to distinguish itself from fascism, then considered essentially evil, and to resurrect itself in a paternalist and benign form. Césaire would have nothing to do with that. Colonialism and fascism shared too much at the level of effects – in terms of how they appeared to their victims. It was clear to Césaire, as a Marxist, that fascism was a political form of bourgeois rule in times when democracy threatened capitalism; colonialism, on the other hand, was naked power justified by racism to seize resources from people who were not willing to hand them over. Their form was different but their manners were identical.

From the anti-colonial struggles of the Communist International and the League Against Imperialism to the anti-fascist struggle in Spain and then against the Nazi war machine, the Soviet Union acquitted itself well. The Soviets, like Césaire, saw the links between colonialism and fascism – both tied to each other inextricably by racism. It was not possible to fight fascism and collaborate with colonialism. The two emerged from the same origin, which the communist leader R.P. Dutt called capitalist decay. In his Fascism and Social Decay (1934), Dutt pointed out that the ‘revolt against science’ prepares the ground for ‘all the quackeries and charlatanries, of chauvinism, racial theories, antisemitism, Aryan grandmothers, mystic swastikas, divine missions, strong-man saviours, and all the rest of the nonsense through which alone capitalism today can try to maintain its hold a little longer’. Racism, the root of both colonialism and fascism, was not ‘insane’, Dutt wrote, but ‘completely rational and calculated’. Capitalism cannot offer a ‘rational defence’ of itself, of the manner in which it creates and sustains social inequality. It, therefore, takes refuge on ‘a wave of obscurantism, holding out fantastic symbols and painted substitutes for ideals’.

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Fascism, to those in the colonized world, shared too much in its behaviour with colonialism: the racism surely but also the brutality and depravity, the oscillation between genocide and incarceration. Aimé Césaire did not see ‘fascism’ and ‘colonialism’ as separate endeavours. They were kin. But in Europe after 1945, there was a great push to see fascism as merely its European expression, an aberration of the Germans and the Italians. To suggest that fascism was merely Nazism with no linkage to colonialism allowed the Europeans and the North Americans to revive – without embarrassment – their colonial histories. The British used the full might of their armies to subdue national aspirations from Kenya to Malaya, while the French attempted to retake their old colonies from Indo-China to Algeria. The Dutch sent in their armies into Indonesia, while the Americans conducted coups and marine landings from Guatemala to the Dominican Republic and outwards to Iran.

In 1954, the US National Security Council’s staff prepared an important memorandum on US policy towards Africa. The two main interests of the United States were its ‘actual and potential US military bases in the area’ and its ‘access to, and utilization of, the strategic raw materials of the area’. To secure bases and raw materials the United States would need to ‘support’ the colonial powers’ ‘presence in the area’ – namely to support the continuation of colonialism. US Secretary of State John Foster Dulles worried that decolonization would mean the delivery of the new states to the communists and so the loss to the US of bases and raw materials. ‘Zeal’ toward decolonization, he said, ‘needs to be balanced by patience’. Here ‘patience’ simply meant the delay of decolonization. This was a return to the language and logic of imperialism from before World War II. There was no sense here that the anti-fascist struggle had any unity with the anti-colonial struggle, both part of the broader human struggle for freedom against tyranny. Fascism had been defeated, but colonialism was going to be welcomed into the post-war age.

In 1960, the US voted in the UN Political Committee against a resolution that called for Algerian independence. Later that year, the US voted – effectively – to allow no oversight into the Portuguese colonies in Africa. Finally, that year, the US abstained on a vote in the UN General Assembly for a ‘Declaration on the Granting of Independence to Colonial Countries and Peoples’. This declaration was a significant feint by the USSR on behalf of the colonized world. During the 15th Session of the General Assembly on September 23, 1960, Nikita Khrushchev of the USSR said it was now time for ‘the complete and final liberation of peoples languishing in colonial bondage’. In keeping with the UN Charter, the 100 million people still living under colonialism must be freed. Five days later, during the discussion over the Declaration, which was sponsored by the USSR, its representative to the UN Valerian Zorin called for independence for all colonial territories within a year. ‘The process of liberation is irresistible and irreversible’, noted the Declaration, which passed by 89 votes to 0, with nine abstentions (including colonial powers such as Belgium, France, Portugal, Spain, the United Kingdom and the apartheid state of South Africa). It was clear that the old colonial powers and the United States had little sympathy for the anti-colonial struggle, itself intertwined with the legacy of the October Revolution.

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