#Command Strike online

[sayruq]

It's actually crazy talking to friends and relatives about what's going on because very few of them know that this is a retaliatory attack. I keep seeing people online call the attack unprovoked too.

So those who don't know, on April 1st Israeli warplanes bombed Iran's consulate in Damascus. The attack killed 7 of Iran’s military advisers including 3 senior commanders.

Reuters reporters at the site in the Mezzeh district of Damascus saw emergency workers clambering atop rubble of a destroyed building inside the diplomatic compound, adjacent to the main Iranian embassy building. Emergency vehicles were parked outside. An Iranian flag hung from a pole by the debris.

Iran's ambassador to Syria said the strike hit a consular building in the embassy compound and that his residence was on the top two floors. Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps said in a statement that seven Iranian military advisers died in the strike including Mohammad Reza Zahedi, a senior commander in its Quds Force, which is an elite foreign espionage and paramilitary arm.

This attack on the embassy is against international law. Embassies are protected sites. But instead of condemning the attack and putting pressure on Israel, the US has spent the past week and a half calling West Asian countries to put pressure on Iran, with Biden going as far as to warn Iran not to attack Israel and saying that his support for Israel is 'iron clad'.

The West, the UN, and UN Security Council have largely failed to condemn the attack which means Iran has no choice but to retaliate with force in order to prevent future attacks. Otherwise, the country will look vulnerable and weak, especially to the Israeli occupation government which has spent months bombing neighbouring countries like Syria and Lebanon

[ragvas]

The Babysitter

You sit anxiously in your living room, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. Life has been stressful recently, and after stumbling upon a peculiar service online, you found yourself curious enough to take the plunge. Titan Care, a company that promised to send a giantess caretaker. Craving something unique and outlandish, you decided to give it a try. Now, all you can do is wait.

As the clock strikes 7 PM, a firm knock echoes from your door. Your heart races as you stand, your palms sweaty, unsure of what to expect. Opening the door, you're greeted by the towering figure of Ava, your babysitter for the evening.

Ava stands an imposing 7' 11" (240 cm) tall, her presence immediately commanding your attention. She looks to be in her early 20s, her long, dark brown hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. Her dark brown eyes glint with amusement and confidence as she smiles down at you. Wearing a tight black top that hugs her voluptuous E-cup breasts and form-fitting leggings that accentuate her curvy hips, she exudes both femininity and power.

"Hey there cutie," she greets with a playful grin, her voice low and sultry. "I’ll be in charge of you tonight."

At 5' 11" (180 cm) yourself, you feel dwarfed by Ava's towering presence as she casually steps into your apartment, ducking slightly to avoid hitting her head on the doorframe. Her sheer size makes you feel small, and her confident aura makes her even more intimidating.

"Y-yeah, come on in," you stammer, trying to shake off the nerves. You hadn’t imagined your babysitter would be this tall… or this commanding.

Ava strides gracefully into the living room, her movements fluid despite her size. She surveys the room before turning her attention back to you, raising an eyebrow. "So, what exactly do you need me for tonight? You ordered a babysitter after all," she teases, folding her arms under her chest, causing her E-cup breasts to press together.

Your face heats up. "Well… I guess I just wanted some company," you admit, feeling sheepish.

Ava laughs softly, her voice rich and smooth. "Company, huh? Well, lucky for you, I’m great at that." She steps closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over you as she leans down. "But there’s something you should know about me," she whispers, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Before you can ask what, she means, Ava pulls down her leggings and top, revealing her enormous breasts. Straightening up, she stretches her arms, and suddenly, her body begins to glow. To your shock, she starts growing bigger...

Her already impressive height expands rapidly, her legs lengthening, her torso stretching, and her prominent E-cup breasts swelling larger. You stand frozen as Ava surpasses 9' 10" (300 cm), her breasts now F-cups swaying heavily as her towering figure fills the room.

"Surprised?" she asks with a playful smirk, hunched over slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling. "I told you I’d be in charge tonight." (Picture)

You gulp, your heart pounding. You expected a tall babysitter, but not one who could grow.

Ava, clearly enjoying your reaction, continues to expand. Her body stretches upwards once more, quickly reaching 11' 6" (350 cm), her G-cup breasts starting to leak milk as her curves grow more pronounced. The room feels impossibly small as she looms over you, her dominance undeniable.

Crouching down, she brings her face close to yours, her dark brown eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Don’t worry, I’m not done yet," she teases, her breath warm on your skin.

Your legs feel weak as Ava gently lifts you off the ground, cradling you in her arms. You feel like a child compared to her now G-cup, 11' 6" (350 cm) frame, your face inches from her chest as she holds you close.

"How about we make this night a little more interesting?" she suggests, her voice a seductive whisper. She presses you against her ample breasts, the soft flesh enveloping you. "I’m going to take good care of you, little one."

Before you can respond, Ava's body glows again, her growth even more dramatic. She shoots past 13' 2" (400 cm), her breasts expanding to H-cups. Her enormous frame nearly fills the entire room, her body dominating the space, yet her touch remains gentle.

"You seem a little thirsty," she says slyly, glancing down at you. Her breasts, swollen to full H-cups, leaking streams of sweet milk, and she gently presses your face closer to her massive nipple. "Let me help with that."

Your face flushes as Ava's nipple, large enough to spread your jaws wide, is pressed into your mouth. She cradles you, her enormous frame completely dwarfing you as she feeds you, the act both nurturing and utterly dominant.

"You’re mine now," Ava whispers, her voice filled with playful authority. "And I’m going to make sure you never forget this night."

Minutes pass as Ava's body continues to grow slowly while you eagerly suck her giant nipple, eventually reaching an unbelievable 14' 9" (450 cm) with J-cup breasts. Her presence overwhelms the room, her dominance absolute. You’re cradled in her arms, completely at her mercy, enveloped by her size, power, and warmth.

She gazes into your eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Now that I have you right where I want you, let’s explore some fun together, shall we?" Her dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Ava lowers you onto the couch, her J-cup breasts brushing against your face as she does so. She looms over you, her towering height making you feel vulnerable yet safe. "So, what would you like to do first?"

Your heart races as Ava's massive breasts hover over you, the warmth of her skin and the sweet scent of her milk making your mouth water. You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself. "I-I don't know," you murmur, feeling both nervous and curious about the power dynamics that have just shifted so dramatically in her favour. You gaze up at her, her dark brown eyes filled with a mix of amusement and challenge. "What do you usually do with the people you...uh, babysit?"

Ava laughs, her deep, sultry chuckle sending vibrations through the air. She lowers her face closer to yours, her warm breath fanning across your cheeks. "Oh, I do whatever they want, within reason," she says with a wink. "But since you’re not quite sure yet, let me introduce you to a few of my favourite games." Her grin widens as she reaches down with one of her giant hands and gently pinches your nose. "Hold your breath tiny," she orders playfully, and before you know it, your face is buried in her colossal cleavage. The softness and warmth engulf you as the scent of her skin fills your nostrils.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you find yourself face-first in Ava’s overwhelming cleavage. The warm, soft flesh surrounds your head, and you struggle to breathe, feeling a little smothered but also oddly comforted. You can feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against your cheek.

Ava's laughter echoes through the room, a rich, deep sound that seems to resonate in your very soul. Without warning, she starts to bounce her colossal J-cup breasts up and down, the weight of them pressing your face into the plush valley between them. Each bounce sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making her wetter and more aroused. Her nipples harden and leak more milk as she watches your expression, enjoying the power play. "How do you like that, little one?" she asks, her voice thick with amusement and desire.

You let out a muffled moan, the feeling of Ava's breasts bouncing against your face a strange mix of thrilling and overwhelming. You lift your arms and try to push them apart, the need to breathe overcoming the comfort of the warm embrace. "A-Ava, I can't breathe!" you squeak out, your voice muffled by her flesh.

Ava's eyes widen in mock surprise as she feels your struggling. She pauses, letting your face emerge from the sea of softness. "Oh, you want to come up for air?" she asks playfully. Her grin is infectious, and despite the odd situation, you can't help but smile. She gently lifts you by the waist with one hand, the other cupping your chin to tilt your face towards her. Her thumb brushes against your lower lip, a bead of milk still lingering there. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," she murmurs, leaning down to lick the milk off your mouth, her tongue long and warm. "Now, where were we?"

Your cheeks redden as Ava's tongue traces the outline of your mouth. Her touch sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you can't help but lean into it. "I-I guess we could watch a movie," you suggest, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

Ava smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "A movie, hmm?" she says, placing you back down on the couch. She reaches for the remote, her massive hand engulfing it. "But not just any movie," she adds, flipping through the channels with surprising deftness for someone of her size. She stops on a channel playing a film with a giantess theme, the screen showing a tiny man at the mercy of a giant woman's feet. "I think this one will be perfect for us tonight." She sits down, her body taking up most of the couch. "Get comfortable," she says, patting the cushion next to her.

You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you watch the giantess on the screen. It's eerily similar to your current situation, and the sight of Ava's colossal body beside you makes it all the more real. You scoot closer, leaning against her leg, feeling the warmth and firmness of her muscles beneath her skin.

Ava's eyes don't leave the screen as she feels your body press against her leg. She can't resist running her hand over the couch, her fingers grazing your shoulder lightly. "I see you're a fan of these types of films," she says with a knowing smile. "Well, I've got plenty more where that came from." She reaches down and strokes your hair gently, her touch soothing yet firm, sending tingles down your spine. "But for now, let's just watch and get cozy." As the movie plays, she shifts her leg slightly, allowing you to fit more snugly against her. The mass of her thigh is soft against your skin, and you can't help but feel the power and warmth emanating from her. The scene on the screen escalates, showing the giantess playing with the tiny man, and you find your gaze flickering between the TV and Ava's breasts

Her hand pauses in your hair, and you feel a slight tug as Ava tilts your head back. She catches you staring at her chest, your eyes wide and slightly glazed. She smirks, her cheeks flushing a little. "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr. Her breasts suddenly growing to K-cups, the weight of them making her lean back slightly to maintain balance. She cups one in her hand, lifts it, and lets it drop, watching your reaction as the milk spills out in a gentle cascade. "Looks like you're enjoying the show," she says, her voice teasing.

You swallow hard, nodding slightly. The sight of Ava's giant, leaking breasts is both mesmerizing and intimidating. The warmth of her leg against yours is comforting, but the thought of her overwhelming size keeps you on edge. "It's...it's pretty amazing," you admit, your voice a little hoarse.

Ava's eyes darken with desire as she watches you squirm under her gaze. Her hand, which was resting on her own thigh, begins to slide upward, tracing the curve of her waist. "I think it's about time we take this to the next level, don't you?" she whispers, her voice thick with need. Her hand reaches down, her fingers brushing against the side of your face, leaving a trail of electricity. She leans in, her breasts shifting and jiggling with the movement. "You're so adorable," she murmurs, her mouth so close to yours that you can feel the heat of her breath. "And I can't wait to see just how much you can handle." Without waiting for a response, she presses her lips to yours, her kiss demanding and passionate, her tongue slipping into your mouth to explore. Her other hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place as she deepens the kiss.

Your heart thunders in your chest as Ava's soft, yet insistent, kiss takes you by surprise. You melt into it, your body responding instinctively to her dominance. Her tongue dances with yours, and the taste of her fills your mouth. You can feel your own desire growing, and you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer despite her immense size. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, fear, and something else you can't quite name. As you break away for air, you gaze up at her, eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. "What's... what's the next level?" you ask, your voice a mix of nerves and eagerness.

With a predatory smile, Ava stands, her K-cup breasts swaying heavily, and you can't help but stare as she does. Her hand slides down her body, tracing the curves of her waist to the hem of her black panties. She steps out of them, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with arousal. With a sudden surge of power, she grows to 16' 5" (500 cm), her breasts now M-cups, and the couch groans beneath her as she straddles your thighs. She reaches down, her fingers deftly unbuckling your pants and freeing your erection. "This," she says, her voice a low growl as she positions her massive, round ass over your cock. She lowers herself onto you, her sofa-sized cheeks enveloping you completely, her weight pressing down with surprising gentleness. She starts to bounce, her movements gaining speed and power as she takes you deep within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both your bodies. Her ass jiggles like gelatine, and you can feel the warmth and softness of her flesh as she uses your body to satisfy her giant needs. "How's that for the next level?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

You gasp as Ava's massive body settles onto you, her soft, warm flesh enveloping you. The weight is immense, but she's careful not to crush you, her strength perfectly balanced. The sensation of her giant pussy around your cock is overwhelming, and you can feel the power in each of her movements as she bounces on top of you. Her M-cup breasts jiggle with every bounce, and you reach up to cup one, feeling the heavy weight in your hand as you try to keep up with her rhythm. You're in awe of her size and power, and the vulnerability of being with someone so much larger makes the experience even more intense. You wrap your arms around her waist, holding on tight as she takes control, her moans filling the room and echoing in your ears. You're lost in the moment, your body responding to hers as if it's been programmed to do so. The sensation of her giant, soft skin against yours is like nothing you've ever felt before, and you realize that you've never truly understood the concept of being "in over your head" until now.

Ava's eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilated with arousal. Her cheeks flush with the exertion of her movements, and she watches your expressions of amazement and pleasure with a hint of triumph. Her giant hands come to rest on your chest, her fingers splayed out, feeling your heart racing beneath her touch. "You like that, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. She continues to ride you, her giant thighs flexing with each bounce. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of pleasure. She leans back, her breasts bobbing, and grabs one, squeezing it to let more milk spray out. It lands on your chest. "You're doing so well," she praises, her smile wide and genuine. "But I've got more in store for you." With a wink, she starts to grow again, her breasts swelling to N-cups as her body reaches 18' 1" (550 cm).

The sudden growth sends a fresh wave of excitement through you. Ava's breasts, now N-cups, are even more overwhelming than before. The milk on your chest feels warm and sticky, and the scent is intoxicating. You reach up to touch one of the massive orbs, the weight and softness making your head spin. "I-I've never felt anything like this," you admit, your voice strained with pleasure. You try to keep up with her rhythm, your hands slipping slightly on her wet skin.

Ava's smile widens at your admission, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and desire. Her movements on top of you become more fervent, the sofa beneath you groaning in protest as it struggles to withstand the force of her passion. Each bounce of her giant, round ass sends jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can feel the room shrinking around you as she grows even larger. Her breasts swell to O-cups, and with a final roar of ecstasy, she commands, "Bigger!" Her body responds, shooting up to 19' 8" (600 cm), her breasts growing to a monstrous size. Her pussy tightens around you, and you feel her weight pressing down, the sofa threatening to collapse. Her moans become louder, more primal, and she repeats her demand, "Bigger!" Her voice echoes through the room as she continues to grow, her breasts now P-cups, the weight of them resting heavily on your chest as she fucks you with an animalistic intensity.

Her breasts now P-cups, Ava's body starts to quiver, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. You feel your own climax approaching, and with a desperate whine, you beg, "I can't take it anymore!" She responds by quickening her pace, her giant thighs squeezing tighter around your waist. That sends you over the edge and you start cumming wildly inside her squeezing her soft hips with your tiny hands. You feel the sofa crack beneath you as she reaches her peak, slapping her massive ass down one final time with a force that sends shockwaves through the room. The sofa gives way, collapsing in a cloud of dust and fabric, but she doesn't miss a beat. Her moans become a triumphant roar as she cums, the vibrations of her orgasm shaking the very walls. Her pussy clamps down on you, milking every drop of cum from your body as she screams, "YES! You make me feel so fucking big!" Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the throes of pleasure. You lay there, panting and exhausted beneath her, her orgasm washing over you like a warm, enveloping blanket.

Her breathing slows as her orgasm subsides. With a gentle smile, she leans down, her P-cup breasts hovering over your face as she whispers, "You did so good, little one." She lifts herself off of you, her pussy releasing you with a wet pop. You lay there, panting and covered in a mix of sweat and milk, the room silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. She reaches down, her hand cupping your cheek.

With a final, loving squeeze, Ava's hand withdraws, and she rises to her knees, her towering frame casting a shadow over the wreckage of the couch. Her body begins to shrink back to its original size, the power of her climax receding. You watch in amazement as she returns to her 7' 11" (240 cm) height, her breasts shrinking back to E-cups. She stands up and extends a hand, helping you to your feet. "Well, that was fun," she says with a wink. "But I think it's time for us to wrap up our little adventure." She gathers her clothes, slipping them back on with an ease that belies their tight fit. "Remember, everything that happened here stays between us, okay?" She leans in, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before heading to the door and disappearing in the night.

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[matan4il]

Update post:

Most of this will be about the unprecedented attack of the Islamist regime of Iran against Israel, but first I have to take a second to mourn a 14 year old boy, who was murdered in a Palestinian attack on Friday. At around 6 in the morning, teenager Binyamin Achimeir led his sheep herd out of the farm he lives in, but a few hours later, the sheep returned to the farm without him. At first, it was feared that he had some accident, or was dehydrated, and thousands of people voluntarily joined the search for him. On Saturday, at around noon, the IDF found his body, with signs of brutal violence on it. Based on the forensic evidence, he was murdered by several Palestinian terrorists, and he fought back. The army is still hunting down the murderers. May Binyamin's memory be a blessing.

Right, back to the Islamist regime of Iran's attack on Israel. I posted about it as soon as the news started being aired here, in case someone didn't know about it. The news broke past the normal time when people watch news on TV in Israel, I noticed it by chance right before I was about to turn in for the night. I'm physically okay, but I didn't get that much sleep, I had to wake up early to take care of some stuff, so I AM very tired, which is why I'm not going to do the usual thing I do, which is to look for English journalistic sources for everything, but I have no doubt even the stuff I won't look up can all be easily found online.

On a personal note, I can tell you that at 1:43 in the morning I heard the first explosion, but no sirens went off. A few more explosions followed, and only then did we hear the sirens. It was scary, for a moment we couldn't tell whether we're hearing explosions of missiles from neighboring areas, or whether something went wrong with the sirens, and we need to hurry into the bomb shelter. It seems like in Jerusalem specifically there was some issue with the sirens, I heard a reporter mention it. Also, the alert app didn't go off, even though it should have, at the latest when the sirens did.

This is what the Temple Mount looked like from an Iranian attack that could have easily destroyed the al-Aqsa mosque (it's not in the frame, but it's right next to where this was filmed):

Quick background: Iran is the biggest financier of anti-Israel terrorism for decades now, including funding Hamas, Hezbollah and the Houthis, all of which have been a part of a continuous attack on Israel since Oct 7 as Iran's proxies. Iran has sent its own military seniors to help and instruct those local terrorists, in places like Lebanon, Syria and Iraq. Israel has eliminated them whenever possible, this is not something new. On Apr 1, Israel carried out such a strike, in which it targeted 7 Iranian army seniors in Damascus, Syria's capital. Iran claimed Israel targeted the Iranian consulate in this city, but diplomatic buildings are all publicly listed. Iran has an embassy in Damascus (in a separate location) and no consulates. That's why the magnitude of Iran's response to this has taken Israel by surprise, because the Israeli strike wasn't that out of the ordinary. In fact, the US assassination of Iran's military commander, Qasem Soleimani, back in 2018, was a far graver blow for the Iranian regime, and yet it did not lead to an attack as massive as the one launched against Israel last night.

It is now known that some of the attack waves against Israel were intercepted by other countries, including The US, the UK, France and Jordan. It's been said that there's at least one more Arab country that helped in intercepting Iran's attack, but it can't be publicized. Many countries denounced Iran for attacking Israel.

We don't have numbers regarding the full size of the attack. Out of all the countries who participated in curtailing this attack, we know that the US has intercepted at least 70 suicide drones and 3 cruise missiles, while Israel has intercepted at least 185 suicide drones, 36 cruise missile and 110 ballistic missiles (that last one is the missile type that causes the most damage). Israel's interceptions are said to have been 99% successful, but like I said, no defence system is perfect. A small number of ballistic missiles did land inside Israel. One hit an Israeli air Force base in the south. There's over 30 people who got injured when rushing to the bomb shelter in the middle of the night (elderly people, including Holocaust survivors, have died from such injuries), and over 30 more ended up in hospital due to severe mental health reactions. On top of that, there's a 7 years old Muslim Bedouine girl who was injured by interceptors debris. A friend of her family that I heard being interviewed said the family wanted to go to the communal bomb shelter, but before they even had a chance to make it out of the house, the girl was hit by the debris piercing into their home, and she is suffering from severe head injuries. The hospital is currently fighting for her life.

The estimate of how much it cost Israel to defend its citizens from this one attack last night is 5 BILLION shekels (which is over 1.3 BILLION US dollars). That's for one night.

Israel will respond. According to one reporter I heard, that was decided as soon as it was clear how big the attack is, so this isn't about how much damage Iran caused, it's about how it crossed several red lines. This is the first time Iran itself attacked Israel itself, it's not an attack on an extension of Israel, nor was it done by using proxy terrorists. Israel has had terrorist organizations attacking it continuously since 2001, but this is the first attack from a fellow sovereign country since Iraq (led by tyrant Saddam Hussein) in 1991, so that in itself is crossing a red line. The size of the attack is also considered an escalation on Iran's part. In 2019, Iran launched a smaller scaled suicde drone attack on Saudi Arabia, and the latter's western allies refused to launch a counter attack, which led to these countries being seen as unreliable, and some Middle Eastern countries renewed their ties with Iran. That's why how it would seen in the Middle East if Israel doesn't react to an even bigger attack, and how it might drive more moderate countries to grow closer to Iran, is another consideration in why Israel must respond. Not to mention that launching such a mass attack basically caused a paralysis of the country once the first intel became known. For example, all educational activity (schools, universities, you name it) has been canceled, Israel's air space had to be closed, every single ambulance across the country had to be manned, and so on. That is not something any country can simply shrug off. Not to mention, Israel financially can't afford this reality to become normalized.

Not to mention, Israel tried to contain Hamas, PIJ and Hezbollah's rocket attacks for decades. What we got for it was the invasion and massacre on Oct 7. The lesson for most Israelis is that containing mass attacks on our population only leads to worse ones.

That said, there's also no desire here of getting dragged into a war on another front while we're still in the middle of one in Gaza and with Iran's proxies on several more fronts. So, Israel is looking for a balanced response, one that won't let this mass attack slide, but hopefully doesn't make matters much worse.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[saphronethaleph]

Rushing the boomer

“How long?” Palpatine asked.

“Do not strain yourself, lord,” one of the cultists said. “Your attempt to possess the Snoke body will have weakened you-”

“I am well aware of my limitations,” Palpatine snapped, then turned to the Final Order engineer. “How long, commander?”

“That depends, my lord,” the engineer replied, his voice firm. “For the whole fleet… fourteen years. A single ship could be completed in eight. One ship coming online at a time in sequence, the first ship will be finished in nine years and the whole fleet in sixteen.”

Palpatine frowned.

“The whole fleet, then,” he said. “The might of the Final Order will blaze a path across the galaxy, and all will obey the Sith or perish.”

“It is as you command, my lord,” the engineer said, saluting.

Palpatine waved him away, then gestured, and a hologram of the Star Destroyers currently under construction formed in the air above him.

They were vast ships, for line vessels, and the Sith Eternal were building one thousand and eighty of them.

One thousand and eighty!

Never again would rebels exploit a single point of failure and destroy his most powerful and only superweapon… a fate he had experienced twice, now, and each one burned like a canker in his heart, the fury suffusing him and lending him strength.

At his insistence, Palpatine’s spies in the wider galaxy, outside Exegol, had found for him the names of every single person who had been directly involved in the attack on both Death Stars.

Han Solo, Chewbacca, Leia Organa Solo, Evaan Verlaine… all of those names were of people he hated. And Palpatine would see them destroyed, one way or another.

But there were four names for which the Dark Lord of the Sith reserved his greatest hatred. The true, simmering passion that Palpatine held for those who had truly thwarted his plans.

Landonis Balthazar Calrissian. Nien Nunb. Wedge Antilles… and, more than anyone else, Luke Skywalker.

If there was anyone who Palpatine wanted to destroy, it was Luke Skywalker… not merely to see him dead, but to humiliate him. To tear him down. To reduce all his triumphs to smouldering ruins.

Break the New Republic. Destroy the New Jedi Order. Turn his own family against him. Shatter his will.

That was what Palpatine would do, to Luke Skywalker.

And then – and only then – would the galaxy burn, worlds submitting to the rule of the Sith or being destroyed.

Thinking such pleasant thoughts, it took a moment for Palpatine to notice the flashing red alert on the side of the holodisplay.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “Explain it!”

“We’ve picked up ships, incoming,” an officer said, looking up from his displays on the other side of the room. “Lots of them – Rebel ship classes!”

Palpatine’s hand waved, and the holodisplay reconfigured to show the Red Honeycomb Zone and the tactical displays.

Sure enough, ships were coming through. Two Mon Cal star cruisers, first, then frigates and cruiser class vessels, disgorging a cloud of snubfighters from their hangar bays.

Sith Eternal TIE Fighters were already taking off, but Palpatine could see the difference between the two forces – the Sith Eternal was a secret military and had never actually fought in battle, and it had been aiming for a projected readiness date over a decade in the future.

The New Republic fighter corps was no such easy target. Even without their shields, their skill and training were clearly superior, and the first pass saw a dozen Sith fighters go down in blazing, burning wrecks. A dogfight was already beginning, but it was a dogfight that could only go one way.

But how had this happened? Exegol was secret! With the hyperspace anomalies protecting it, the only way to visit the planet would be to not only know where it was but be shown…

...unless, that was, someone had a Sith wayfinder.

Suddenly gripped by a cold rush of fear that prompted a surge of utter hatred, Palpatine reached out with his mind towards the New Republic strike force as it became haloed in laserfire and explosions.

He could sense a Sith Wayfinder. HIS Sith Wayfinder! The one that had been in his throne room during the Battle of Endor.

Pushing harder, Palpatine located the dancing spark of the wayfinder, alongside a sickeningly familiar presence – a presence ducking and dodging and rolling, as it locked onto and destroyed one TIE Fighter after another.

“Skywalker!” Palpatine shouted, then coughed. “SKYWALKER!”

“Watch out, there’s another fighter flight taking off from the hangar system to port,” Nien Nunb said, pointing.

“Got it, keying them in,” Lando agreed, his gaze flicking between the displays of the Raddus flag bridge. “Hey, Wedge, you want to take those fighters and the battleline will kill the hangar for you?”

“Copy that, General,” Wedge agreed. “Red leader to Red Alpha flight, follow me in!”

Six X-wings rolled to follow Wedge in, and Lando checked over the displays again.

“Well, I’m no expert but I think we caught them with their pants down, Admiral,” he said, glancing back at Leia. “No more than one in fifty of the capital ship turbolasers are working, and most of them seem to still be under construction.”

He whistled. “It’s a damn good thing we caught them when we did, though, I’m reading over six hundred ships in states of construction and there’s hundreds more building slips.”

The Raddus jolted as a volley of turbolasers hit, then the radio crackled.

“Gold leader here,” Verlaine called in. “Princess, I’ve got eyes on where that fire’s coming from, looks like a turbolaser testing facility with some working cannon. My boys and girls will fix that little problem.”

Nien made the adjustment before Lando got to it, and a double volley of proton torpedoes blasted the facility to pieces.

“It’s certainly a damn good thing we found them before they finished,” Leia agreed. “How did you do it?”

“Well, our lead ran out on Kijimi,” Lando said. “Then I realized nobody had actually checked the wreckage of the Second Death Star, and unlike the first the second’s armour wasn’t in place to contain the explosion. I thought it was likely some of it had come down intact, so Luke and I went over to find it and that’s how we got here.”

“I’m picking something up-” Nien reported, then they all looked out the window at once as a flare of lightning crackled up from a hole in the ground. It gripped a New Republic corvette, lightning crawling over the surface and ripping chunks out of it, and when the bolts stopped the engines had been disabled and most of the CR90 crashed seconds later.

“Skywalker here, I’m on it,” Luke said, his X-Wing shooting past and shooting down one of the last enemy TIEs. The Jedi Master’s snubfighter kept going, rolling into a complex manoeuvre and spitting laserbolts down the chasm, then the lightning came back up again – and Luke’s ship absorbed it, glowing bright white as the energy was corralled and neutralized.

“I don’t know about you, but that looks like the main event as far as I’m concerned,” Lando noted.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Shoshana Bryen

The Assad regime is gone. Sadynaya Prison is liberated, and the depth of the Assad family’s depravity is becoming clear.

While the West seems to hold out hope that the transition will lead to something better for the Syrian people, the saying in the Middle East goes, “The enemy of my enemy can also be my enemy.”

The incoming warlords are the HTS — a Sunni, ISIS-adjacent, Taliban-adjacent, Turkish armed and funded organization on the US and UK terrorist lists. If you Google them, the stories would be accompanied by graphic, hideous videos of revenge killings. I am choosing not to link to the horrific murders here, but you can find them online, and just know that they are a tiny fraction of what’s out there.

HTS leaders and militants said, upon entering Damascus, “This is the heart of the Abode of Islam. This is Damascus, the [land of] Umar ibn Abd al-Aziz, the land of Islam … This is the camp of the Muslims. From here we are coming to Jerusalem. Be patient, oh people of Gaza. Say Allah Akbar!”

One fighter added: “Just like that, Allah willing, we will enter the Al-Aqsa Mosque, the Prophet’s Mosque [in Medina], and the Kaaba. We will enter these [mosques], Allah willing.”

In this context, Israel has offered the world a gift, decimating the Russian-Iranian arsenal Assad left behind before HTS can get its hands on it.

The first IDF strikes were on Syrian chemical weapons depots and “research facilities.”  (You know, the ones President Obama declared 96 percent destroyed in 2014.) Then, according to @IDF on X:

Israeli Navy missile ships struck the Al-Bayda and Latakia ports, where 15 Syrian naval vessels were docked. They took out dozens of sea-to-sea missiles with ranges of 80–190 km. Each missile carried significant explosive payloads posing threats to civilian and military maritime vessels in the area.

The Air Force conducted more than 350 strikes on targets including anti-aircraft batteries, Syrian Air Force airfields, and dozens of weapons production sites, neutralizing Scud missiles, cruise missiles, surface-to-sea, surface-to-air and surface-to-surface missiles, UAVs, fighter jets, attack helicopters, radars, tanks, hangars, and more.

The IDF conducted air strikes on 130 ground assets in Syria, including weapons depots, military structures, launchers, and firing positions.

No civilians or homes — or anything besides destructive weapons — were targeted.

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🚨EXCLUSIVE NEW DETAILS ABOUT THE PAGERS - A THREAD:

Just when you thought it couldn't get crazier, Reuters released brand new details about Mossad's brilliant pager operation against Hezbollah in September. I will break down the most important parts and the exciting moments. 

Let's start with the construction of the pagers themselves. The explosive component, Pentaerythritol tetranitrate (otherwise known as PETN), did the most damage. Mossad technicians found a way to insert a very thin square sheet of PETN between two battery cells and a strip of highly flammable material to act as a detonator. This entire package was placed into a plastic sleeve, which was encapsulated in a metal case roughly the size of a matchbox. 

When the command was given, the flammable strip generated a spark to light the detonator and trigger the PETN to explode. The explosives took away some of the battery's power, which Hezbollah noticed when the battery would drain faster than expected. However, they never put two and two together and continued to use and issue the devices. 

The complexity of this construction is essential for one primary reason: without metal components like a standard detonator or wires, the explosive element was utterly undetectable by X-ray. Israel knew that upon receiving the pagers, Hezbollah would likely check them for tampering or explosives, which is precisely what happened. Using airport-style security scanners, Hezbollah did indeed check the pagers, but thanks to Mossad's ingenuity, the explosive was not detected. 

Now we get to the really interesting part, which is the lengths the Mossad went to create a cover story for their ruse. The PETN battery pack that Mossad constructed had a label on it: LI-BT783, and this was an issue because that specific battery did not exist. The Mossad started by creating a custom model for the entire pager, AR-924. They approached a renowned Taiwanese brand, Gold Apollo, to add it to their catalog. 

Hsu Ching-Kuang, the chairman of Gold Apollo, was approached by a former employee and her new boss named "Tom" to inquire about adding the model. Ching-Kuang said that while he wasn't impressed by the AR-924 when he saw it, he agreed to grant a license under the brand and add photos and a description of the product to his company's website, thus unknowingly establishing the legitimacy of the Mossad's pager. 

In September 2023, a website named came online with the AR-924 listed as a product. The site was tied to a Hong Kong-based company, Apollo Systems HK, of which no record exists today. In late 2023, two additional online states came online with the LI-BT783 battery listed in their product list, amongst other legitimate units.

Users in two online forums discussing batteries even made posts about the LI-BT783 and the AR-924, praising its "great performance" and ruggedness for field use. When Hezbollah searched for a new pager, their procurement manager chose the AR-924. The salesperson who brokered the deal offered a "very inexpensive proposition" and continued reducing the price until the Hezbollah manager agreed. 

In the wake of the explosions, Hezbollah launched an internal probe of what went wrong. However, the senior official leading the investigation, Nabil Kaouk, was himself killed in an Israeli strike just 11 days after the pagers went off. The internal investigation is supposedly still in progress... 

@JewishWarrior13

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Cold Feet

Chad had always been a popular guy at school but when he started dating Madison, the head cheerleader, his status was elevated to that of a king. She was a mean, spoilt, brat who commanded a room just by entering it and it had started to rub off on Chad himself. He became captain of the football team, and led them to several championship victories but he had also become a cruel bully like Madison. He didn’t care of course, all that mattered was that as Madison approved and she showed him daily how much she liked her bad boy.

When Madison moved away though he was left with little potential prospects to fill her void. Even her bitchy friends weren’t enough. he felt his desire to be a bastard dwindle, his power wane. When the football team started to suffer he knew he needed to take matters into his own hands. If he couldn’t find a girl to suit his needs, he’d make one. All he needed was something of Madison’s.

Thankfully he still had an old jacket of Madison’s, a shiny black puffer coat, that she left behind. He loved her in that coat and in the weeks since she left had found himself jacking off to the lingering smell of her perfume still trapped in its threads. It gave him quick reminders of how to be as he thought about how it had clung tight to her athletic body.

Finding a spell online he enchanted the jacket. For a brief moment the jacket levitated as if someone was in it. The sleeve reached for Chad and then just as quick flopped back to the floor. Chad knew the jacket was ready, he just needed a girl to wear it. That’s where Emily came in.

Emily, the quiet, bookish girl in his English class, became his target. He knew she had the potential to be stunning, but her kind and introverted nature stood in stark contrast to the jacket's corruptive influence. That wouldn’t matter as the jacket would corrupt her ideals into a mirror of Madison’s while also improving her looks.

Emily had no friends to speak of and so was the perfect target. Most people didn’t even know she existed so her inevitable change would not seem out of the blue.

Determined to gain her trust, Chad started striking up conversations with Emily. At first she was apprehensive, unsure why any boy let alone the most handsome and popular guy in school would want to talk to her but over time they developed a real connection.

To his surprise Chad found himself falling for Emily. She was kind and sweet, everything Madison hadn’t been and yet he was attracted to her. It wasn’t the lustful urges he had for Madison but genuine love and affection. The football team continued to suffer but he started to see the team as trivial.

When they finally kissed for the first time Chad felt a joy like no other, he said, “Emily, there’s something about you that’s truly special. You’re so genuine and kind, and I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Emily blushed, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Thank you, Chad. That’s really sweet of you to say. I feel the same around you.”

As they spent more time together, their conversations deepened. Chad began to reveal more about himself, not as the popular guy, but as the person he truly was. Emily, in turn, shared her passions for literature and her dreams of becoming a writer.

As the weeks continued Chad found himself getting cold feet about whether he should go through with his plan. He realized that the magic of the jacket might not be worth sacrificing the authenticity of their burgeoning relationship. But there was a temptation still there and as long as the jacket existed it wouldn’t fade.

He finally made the decision to no only destroy the jacket but also leave the team. He loved Emily for who she was and was going to tell her as such. He had never told anyone he loved them, even Madison.

He had a romantic day for them planned. First they would head to the cinema where the way were playing one of Emily’s favourite movies. Then they would go for a meal at Emily’s favourite diner. Finally they would cap it off with a campfire by his family’s cabin where he would reveal the jacket to her. Together they would burn both Madison’s jacket and his letterman jacket, symbolizing the end of his wicked ways. That’s when he would declare his love for Emily.

Despite his nervousness he couldn’t help but tell Emily she was in for a special day, without revealing the specifics.

“Awh no fair! Tell me!” She said in faux frustration, endearing herself to him even more. However he held steadfast and simply led her to his car.

They cruised along the scenic route, the wind tousling Emily's hair as she laughed at Chad's stories. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on their budding romance.

As they rolled into the parking garage and Emily saw the cinema in the distance she squealed with delight. The dimly lit theater provided the perfect atmosphere for a date and Emily was rapt by the movie and snuggled into Chad. Despite being engrossed in the film, Emily suddenly whispered to Chad, "I left my sweater in your car, and I'm getting really cold. Can you pass me the keys so I can grab it?"

Chad insisted on going but Emily told him he had done so much already and besides she had seen the movie a hundred times. Chad nodded and handed her the keys without a second thought.

As Emily walked into the dimly lit parking garage, she spotted Chad's car. Her breath formed a misty cloud in the chilly air as she approached it. The sweater was her primary goal, but once she opened the door she spotted something else in the backseat. The black puffer jacket glistened with an almost hypnotic sheen.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for the jacket. As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a strange tingle coursed through her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze lingered on it, and she couldn't deny that it did seem much warmer and cozier than her sweater.

With a hesitant decision, Emily decided to try it on. As she slipped her arms into the sleeves and zipped it up, she felt an odd sensation, like a gentle but insistent embrace. The jacket seemed to tighten around her body, molding itself to her contours as if it had a life of its own.

But as Emily continued to wear the black puffer jacket, she felt it begin to tighten to extremes. She felt it first around her waist. For a moment she panicked thinking it would constrict her breathing but somehow miraculously it didn’t, in fact it seemed to be warping her baby fat, moulding it into something different. Something better.

"What's happening? This jacket is, like, hugging me in all the right places," Emily drawled with a sudden bratty tone that felt good on her lips. Speaking of her lips, they plumped up to perfection, taking on a seductive, luscious quality. Crimson lipstick appeared with a pop that made her new smirk enchantingly captivating.

Her once pumpkin red hair began to change. It transformed into a luscious shade of blonde, shimmering like spun gold under the dim garage lights. It cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing a face that was becoming more striking by the minute. As she examined her newly transformed blonde hair, she couldn't help but exclaim, “Mmmm, blonde. It looks soooo hawt on me! Oh god what am I saying? What is happening to me?”

Emily’s mind was fruitlessly trying to fight back against the pleasure feelings her body was going through. Each new change seemed to unlock a new colder, crueller part of her mind, locking away the parts of her that felt empathy and compassion in turn.

Her nails, once short and unadorned, grew longer and took on a matte white colour. They looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine rather than the fingers of a bookish girl. It garnered her approval. She admired them, saying, "Fierce nails for a fierce bitch!”

Her voice, once soft and modest, now dripped with arrogance as she continued, "I mean, who wouldn't want to look like this? I've never felt so powerful and beautiful in my life."

As the changes continued she found herself preoccupied with her own appearance and status, nurturing thoughts of self-importance and entitlement. The altruistic ideals that once guided her were supplanted by a relentless pursuit of self-glorification and a disdainful attitude towards anyone she perceived as beneath her.

Her posture underwent a dramatic change as well, becoming effortlessly poised and captivating. Emily's figure transformed, emphasizing every curve in a way that left no room for indifference. She had become a vision of beauty and allure, but beneath the surface, the jacket had also awakened something more sinister—a newfound cruelty and haughtiness that was as captivating as it was unsettling.

“Fuck I feel so nasty and hawt! Who wants to be some nobody dork when I could be a goddess! I want more!” She cackled giving in fully to the changes happening.

Last to change was also the most obvious enhancement as her boobs swelled up to fill up her top, turning it from a tee shirt to a tube top in the process. Emily remarked with overflowing conceit, "Perfect tits for the perfect woman.”

Her gaze shifted to her reflection in the car's wing mirror, and her voice oozed with self-admiration as she casually stated, "I look absolutely stunning. So this was the surprise Chad promised me today? Oh he needs to be rewarded for this."

Back at the cinema Chad was starting to worry. It had been nearly 20 minutes since Emily left. He was just about to get up to go check on her when, Emily, now the epitome of vanity and arrogance, walked confidently into the theater sat in the seat next to Chad. Her plump, glossy lips curled into a smug smile as she took her place beside him. Chad turned, looking puzzled, and said, “Sorry, my girlfriend is sitting there.”

Emily’s eyes, once soft and warm, now glinted with an air of superiority as she replied, “She certainly is.” Her tone dripped with flirtation, and she tossed her newly blonde hair casually over her shoulder, as if to flaunt her transformation.

Chad’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation, but then it hit him. The jacket. Emily had found and worn the jacket and turned into a bitchy reflection of the girl she once was. Gone was the kind, introverted girl he had known, replaced by this haughty, self-assured stranger who seemed to revel in her newfound beauty.

“Oh my god Emily I-” he started before Emily cut him off with a long manicured finger to his lips.

“Shhhh baby you don’t hear to say anything. I know I spoiled your surprise and turned me into this bitchy queen sooner than expected but aren’t I just to die for now?” She said moving her hand down his strong chest.

“Emily this wasn’t what I-” he began but once again Emily stopped him.

“It must have been so boring for you to try and date my loser self, you were so patient with dorky Emily but now that Mila is here, we’re going to never have a dull moment. Starting now.” She purred as she reached his belt buckle and started opening it.

Chad couldn’t deny how hot she now was and he found his old lustful desires flood back to him. He loved how bitchy and confident she was. He couldn’t help but be incredibly erect when his cock sprung out of his pants, much to Mila’s glee.

With a hungry smirk, Mila leaned over and began to take his full cock in her mouth. Chad knew Emily had little sexual experience but the jacket seemed to have imbued her with the expertise of a pro. However he knew this was wrong, he needed to find a way to reverse what he had accidentally done but Mila was doing a good job of distracting him.

He tried to focus on Emily’s face, her smile, her laugh but found cruel thoughts about her enter his head. The carnal, animalistic part was telling him that Emily was ugly and pathetic that an alpha like him deserved Mila. He found himself slipping back into his old behaviour as he grabbed Mila’s hair and guided her head up and down.

“Oh fuck babe, you’re so nasty, you don’t know how much I wanted this!” He found himself grunting with wild arrogance as she sucked and stroked him perfectly, somehow she was even better than Madison. Each pump and suck felt like it was erasing the good person he had become over the past few weeks. He couldn’t have been happier.

With a satisfying jerk he came plentifully in Mila’s mouth, who continued to suck and now swallow until she knew she had taken all he had. With a satisfied smirk she lifted her head up and wiped a little bit of cum lingering on her perfect lips.

“Mmmm a little pent up were you babe?” She said teasing him as she licked her finger.

In the dimly lit theater, Chad couldn't resist the allure of his transformed girlfriend. Her confidence and newfound beauty had an irresistible pull on him, and he leaned closer, "you have no fucking idea… Mila. You’re even better than I could have hoped for."

Mila's smug grin widened, and she turned her enchanting gaze towards Chad, her eyes brimming with seductive power. "Oh, Chad," she purred, her voice dripping with bitchiness, "you have no idea what I'm capable of now."

As the movie played on, their flirtatious banter and shared evil ambitions solidified their connection. Chad was entranced by the seductive and commanding presence of Mila, and together, they plotted their rise to dominance, confident that their beauty, charm, and ambition would make them an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

[shrimshrim4fun]

Smile for the camera, dear director~

Background- As we know and love, Deren… she’s a virgin. A pathetic one to say the least. So I present to you…. Showing Deren how to eat you out and fucking you.

Warnings: You probably ain’t gonna read this cause yall Deren fans will will proabably just scroll off but for the others- incudes crying, filming while you fuck ( forgot what it’s called), pet names, and other stuff that I’m gonna forget to add but it’s just gonna be smut in general. Men please don’t interact or anyone that not comfortable :)

Background: Deren as an Alpha sounds a bit weird to be but here’s what I think. Though as an alpha she never fucked an omega before. When her rut comes she hides in her room and just waits for it to end. But after meeting you as her new to behold girlfriend some things changed. It’s not really an alpha x omega dynamic as much but I tried my best. Never wrote shit like this before. Um she does have a dick :)

Deren whines as she rests between you. Your legs around her waist as you both lay on the bed. “Something wrong, dearie” You ask, amused due to you knowing her rut is coming. You have been keeping count of when her rut was due so you knew this was the perfect moment for you to strike. “N-nothing” she mutters softly as she clutches onto the back of your shirt tightly. “Oh are you sure now, you don’t seem ok” you tease as she lets out a small whine. You feel her erection rise up as she lays between your legs. “Oh do you need some help, dearie” you ask as you lift your hips a little so it bumps slightly into you through your clothed pussy. Deren tries to hold in a whine before whimpering “P-please I need it I-i need you” A smirk crosses your lips as you ask “ Then let’s not keep you waiting any longer” you hum before slipping off your shirt. Deren sits up now, though still between your legs seeming like an… eager puppy waiting for its treat. Clipping off your bra and throwing it aside you ask with an amused tone “Like what you, puppy?” She nods eagerly as she looks at you. Though you kept on your panties as you commanded the director to take off her clothes.

“Let’s see how inexperienced you are, eh” you tell her as you pat your leg. “H-huh?” A small yet simple sound that made you giggle. “Come on get on my thigh” you tell her with a small smile. “Oh um yeah” she mumbles as she straddles your thigh. “Ride” you tell her as she blinked at you. You sigh before explaining “Move your hips against my leg, like how cowboys ride horses in movies” She nods and finally understands something as her mind clouds up. Tears still pricking her eyes as she tries to ride your thigh. You giggle at the sight before thinking of something. Deren notices your attention not ok her has a little frown on her face though she still tries to ride your thigh. Her hands grip the sheets tighter as you reach and grab a camera from a drawer before telling her “Look at the camera, dearie” you tell her as a smug smile spreads on your face once again. Her eyes stretch in surprise as she sees the camera. “Are you ok with this?” You ask and she nods quickly. A weak smile on her lips before moaning as you move your thigh. Tears stream down her eyes again as she looks breathless; it hasn’t even been 10 minutes yet. “Y-you won’t p-post online r-right” she asks as she tries to get more stimulation from your thigh. “Of course I won’t, this is for my eyes only, pretty girl” Deren nods before continuing to ride your thigh before sucking in a breath. She moans before cum squirts from her dick. Her breath raged as she tries to recover from her orgasm. “On all fours, director” you tell her as you see her eyes widen. Though she obeys your command as tug your underwear off and speeding your legs in front of her. Her eyes widen as she stares at you from between your legs. “This was a very valuable lesson, I already told you about it, yes?” She nods as she stares at your pussy, never have you seen her concentrate on something this hard before. “Let’s see you what learned” you hum as you lean back against the soft pillows. In an instant Deren arches her back and dive into your pussy. Lapping at your inner folds which makes you moan softly. Her warm tongue then lapping at your clit and sucking on it gently. You moan even louder as you felt her tongue plunge inside you. Your other hand tightly gripping onto her hair as you leaned your head back against the head board of the bed.The arch of her back; a perfection as her nails claw at your thighs. The camera having the best view ( your perspective) of how the famous director was acting like such a whore. Sloppily eating you out as saliva dripped from your thighs and from her mouth. “Oh gosh, gotta cum” you breathe out before having your release on her face. She doesn’t waste a drop like the good puppy she is and continues to eat you out. “Puppy” you call up and Deren instantly perks up. A drunk like smile on her face as she looks at the camera. Probably already forgot you were recording tbh. And a little bit of your cum on the tip of her nose as you giggle slightly.

“You’ve been such a good girl, let me give you a reward. Get on your back” you tell her as she immediately gets on her back next to you. You look at her red erection as it came just from eating you out though you didn’t notice when she came. The camera still in your hand as a small smile of your face. She grips the sheets from under her as she grips the sheets. You lower yourself onto her dick in one smooth motion which caused a moan from both of you, though hers way louder than yours. “Ah-ah p-please move your hips” she whimpers pathetically as she looks up at you. You laugh at her eagerness before starting to move your hips. You pussy clench around her cock as you move your hips. She whimpers and cries out as she gripped tighter to the sheets. Tears started to prick at her eyes again as you went faster. “Ah- fuck” she whines before coming. Filling you up as you were all the way down her dick. She pants before realizing what she did. “I-I’m sor-” “Don’t worry I’m on the pill” you tell her with a warm smile before starting to ride her again. “Augh!” She moans at your sudden movement.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been riding Deren. Tears staining the pillows she was laying on as she came for the 6th time. I sigh before slipping off of her. Cum striping out of your pussy as she whimpers slightly from the loss of the warm sensation around her dick. You lay next to her, both breathless as she already looks knocked out by you. “How was it?” You ask. “Too good I can’t even describe in my scripts” she mumbles as she hugs you closely. You chuckle as you place the camera aside and whisper into her ear “You did so well for me on the camera, dear director.” You laugh at her reaction before running your hand through her hair.

Y’all this isn’t proof read but I hope you enjoy it. I hope the Deren fans don’t just bomb me the next day I wake up but oh well. I hope it’s good proabably never doing alpha x omega it’s too confusing 😓 I hope she’s in character but like yeah that’s it from me. Hope I cooked and y’all are well fed :3

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 Scenes from the "Khiyam Halocaust" after the Israeli occupation forces fired missiles into a UNRWA displacement camp for Palestinian refugees, killing 45 and wounding 249, burning entire families alive, while Israelis mocked and laughed at the massacre online, which mostly killed women and children. The occupation army continues to strike Rafah, even now, despite the ICJ ordering an "immediate halt" to all Israeli military operations in Rafah. 📈 The death toll continues rising in Gaza, now exceeding 36'050 killed, and another 81'026 others wounded.]

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DAY 234: LATEST MASSACRE KILLS 45 CIVILIANS, FIREFIGHT WITH ISRAELIS AT RAFAH CROSSING KILLS EGYPTIAN SOLDIER, UN SPECIAL RAPPORTEUR CALLS FOR SANCTIONS ON "ISRAEL", OCCUPATION DOESNT SLOW FOR A SECOND, MURDERS MORE PALESTINIANS

On 234th day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 7 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 66 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 383 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands, of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or who's bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted, as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

"Let's be clear. As the ICJ orders Israel to stop its offensive in Rafah, Israel intensifies its attacks on it."

That's the conclusion of the United Nations Special Rapporteur on the Occupied Palestinian Territories, Francesca Albanese, who wrote on the social media platform X that "the news I am receiving from the people trapped therein [in Gaza] are terrifying."

"Be sure: Israel will not stop this madness until WE make it stop. Member states must impose sanctions, arms embargo and suspend diplomatic/political relations with Israel until it ceasses its assault," she concluded.

Those were Albanese's concerns just one day before what's now being referred to in some Arabic newspapers as the "Khiyam Halocaust" or the "Tent Halocaust" when the Israeli occupation army launched a missile assault that targeted a United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine (UNRWA) Camp for displaced civilians in Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip last night.

A massacre responsible for killing no less than 45 Palestinian civilians and wounding at least 249 others, with the vast majority of victims being women and children, and the death toll expected to rise as victims succumb to their injuries.

The Israeli occupation forces (IOF), speaking through the Hebrew media, claims the assault was intended to kill two "senior Hamas officials", including the supposed commander of Hamas's West Bank headquarters, and that the occupation army "took steps to reduce harm to civilians" before carrying out the attack.

The airstrike targeted a UNRWA displacement camp located in the Tal al-Sultan neighborhood, northwest of Rafah, causing a massive fire which tore through the small community of densely packed refugee tents, burning dozens of women and children alive.

As many as six Palestinian families burned to death in the resulting conflagration in the camp, which the Israeli occupation previously designated a "safe area".

However, the Israeli occupation now claims the area was not designated a safe zone, despite giving no warning to the residents of the camp that their could be potential strikes, nor evacuating civilians from the area.

The massacre brought swift condemnations from the International community. Writing on the social media platform X, French President Emmanuel Macron said "We are angry at the Israeli raids that caused many casualties among the displaced in Rafah," adding that "these operations must stop. There are no safe areas in Rafah for Palestinian civilians."

Macron further called for "full respect for international law and an immediate ceasefire."

In its own statement on X, the UNRWA said "there is no such thing as a safe place in Gaza."

"Nowhere and nobody is safe. Every day that goes by, more civilians die and families are forced to live in increasingly unspeakable conditions," UNRWA said in its statement, adding that "the Gaza Strip has become hell on earth."

"The only remaining hope is a ceasefire," the UNRWA statement concluded.

In further news, a firefight broke out between the Egyptian military and Israeli occupation forces at the Rafah border crossing following the Khiyam massacre, resulting in the death of an Egyptian soldier.

The Israeli occupation claims the Egyptian soldiers opened fire towards their forces holding the Rafah border crossing, after which, the occupation army responded with gunfire of their own, resulting in a firefight in which one Egyptian soldier was killed and a number of others wounded.

The slain soldier's unit was responsible for securing the Egyptian side of the Rafah border crossing, and it remains unclear what prompted the firefight.

In a statement published in the Egyptian media, Egyptian military spokesperson, Colonel Gharib Abdel Hafez stated that the Egyptian Armed Forces were "conducting an investigation by the competent authorities regarding the shooting incident in the Rafah border area, which led to the martyrdom of one of the personnel [in charge of securing the border crossing]".

For its own part, an Israeli occupation army spokesperson, speaking with Ynet, said "the issue is under investigation," adding that "a dialogue is taking place with the Egyptian side."

Meanwhile, the Israeli occupation didn't slow its roll for a second, continuing to bomb and shell various civilian sites, including residential housing, across the Gaza Strip.

In just one example, Israeli occupation forces (IOF) fired a missile into a residential home belonging to the Al-Batran family, in the Zarqa neighborhood, north of Gaza City, killing at least 5 civilians, including a young child named Qamar Hani Al-Batran and wounding a number of others who were transported to the Baptist Hospital in the city.

Occupation artillery shelling also pummeled east of the Jabalia Refugee Camp, in the northern Gaza Strip, while Zionist air forces continue bombing neighborhoods north of the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, in central Gaza.

In another raid, occupation aircraft bombed a residential house belonging to the Dehliz family, in the vicinity of the Badr Junction, west of the city of Rafah, slaughtering three civilians and wounding several others.

IOF artillery shelling hammered the Al-Faluga neighborhood of the Jabalia Refugee Camp, in Gaza's north, coinciding with the bombing of the Al-Zaytoun, Tal al-Hawa and Al-Sabra neighborhoods of Gaza City.

The Israeli occupation army also made a brief incursion into neighborhoods east of the Al-Maghazi Refugee Camp, in central Gaza, during which, occupation forces opened gunfire and fired artillery shells at towards civilians.

In the southern Gaza Strip, IOF soldiers fired artillery shells and bombed the Qeshta neighborhood and the Yabna Refugee Camp, in central and southern Rafah, while Zionist gunboats fired heavy machine guns towards the boats of Palestinian fishermen working in the Qarara Sea, northwest of Khan Yunis.

In yet another atrocity, Zionist warplanes bombed a gathering of civilians on Al-Zuhour Street in the Nuseirat Camp, resulting in the martyredom of three civilians and wounding a number of others.

Israeli warplanes also bombed in the vicinity of a shelter for displaced Palestinian families on Salah al-Din Street, east of Deir al-Balah, in central Gaza, wounding several citizens.

Yet another war crime was committed when an occupation firebelt was launched towards the vicinity of the Ain al-Jalut Towers, south of Al-Nuseirat, hitting a gathering of civilians in central Gaza.

The violent airstrikes resulted in a multitude of casualties, including the deaths of two teenage brothers, Ahmed and Ismail Abu al-Lail (17yo & 15yo) as they attempted to obtain drinking water for their families.

In the meantime, the Israeli occupation army continued violating International humanitarian law when IOF fighter jets bombed an official and two police officers belonging to the Ministry of Interior and National Security as they were "performing their duties supporting local citizens in the Nuseirat Camp," according to a statement released by the Ministry.

The Ministry announced the deaths of Major Ahmed Jumah Abu Nar, Sergeant Mahmoud Ziyad Jabr, and Sergeant Muhammad Abu Riala, who all died as a result of an Israeli airstrike.

"The occupation's focus on targeting police officers and personnel aims to undermine the regime and works to cause chaos in Palestinian society in the Gaza Strip," the Ministry said in its statement.

"We repeat our appeal to the entire world to intervene to stop targeting members of the police force as part of their civil and humanitarian duty towards citizens in the Gaza Strip, in accordance with international law that guarantees protection for members of the police force," the statement added.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the death toll has risen further still, now exceeding 36'050 Palestinians killed, including well over 15'000 children and 10'000 women, while another 81'026 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

May 27th, 2024.

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[ily-tomura]

Dedication - First Encounters

Autistic!Tomura, ADHd!Spinner, Social Anxiety, QPR

Tomura does get nervous talking to new people, but he almost has a sense of ease to him when interacting with folks online. They can’t see him fidget and he doesn’t have to worry about them wanting him to make eye contact. He’ll occasionally stream games for folks in his favorite server. He likes the company of chatter in the background.

Iguchi on the other hand is not very socially adept. He does what he needs to to get by without being harassed in public, but that’s about it. The first time he joined a group VC he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. He eventually just sent a text in the general chat that said his mic was broken.

Tomura will occasionally chime into dialogue in the voice chat, saying if he agrees with something someone has said or if he thinks XYZ video game sucks, but he keeps an idle watch of who’s watching his screen.

Iguchi’s hands are shaking ever so slightly as he types responses to different folks in the chat. The conversation often moves so fast that he doesn’t have time to respond. He’ll type something out and then back out before sending it because the moment has passed. He’s really glad he’s not speaking now, because surely his voice would be shaking as it escaped his mouth. He finds some peace in watching Tomura’s gameplay.

At a certain point, different people in the call leave to do their own things or go to bed and it’s just the two of them. It’s very quiet at first, but Tomura, not liking the silence but not wanting to go to bed quite yet, strikes up a conversation.

It’s about little things at first, just a question here and there. Simple questions. What games do you like? You into esports at all? Did you hear about XYZ title coming out?

Tomura leaves ample time for Iguchi to type out responses. When Iguchi answers Tomura reads it and gives his own answers in response. It’s an easy flow to get lost in. It’s something comfortable.

The way Tomura talks about games and laughs with someone he’s barely met, its kind of cool to Iguchi. Confidence is a trait he wished he had.

Three am rolls around and Iguchi is having trouble holding his eyes open. He’s stopped shaking for the most part, but he knows he’ll have to leave soon. He types out a message asking if they could hang out like this again, but he hesitates over the send button and lets out a sigh.

“Hit send.” The command hit’s Iguchi’s brain like a brick. Was this guy some kind of psychic?? He complies regardless, figuring he might as well. He hits send.

Tomura doesn’t reply, instead sending over a friend request.

“I’ll let you know the next time I want to stream, that sound okay?”

‘yeah’ Iguchi sends before Tomura tells him to have a good night, ends the stream, and leaves him alone in the call.

Iguchi leans back in his chair, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. This was all so new to him. Hopefully that guy didn’t notice how nervous he was.

Tomura turns off his PC for the night. That was the most nervous person he’s ever talked to on call. He didn’t mind doing social heavy lifting to get the friendship ball rolling though. Helping people open up took a bit of dedication, but for the right people, it was something Tomura loved to do.

[queenofthedepths]

Asteroid Lucifer (1930) in the houses

artwork by daylyte04

Lucifer, named after the Latin word for "light-bringer," is associated with themes of rebellion, enlightenment, and the duality of light and dark. It represents the search for personal truth and the courage to challenge societal norms and beliefs.

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Lucifer in the 1st House: The way you express yourself likely goes against societal norms. You may dress in a way that is unconventional or purposefully rebellious. In fact, the act of rebellion can be closely tied to your personal identity. You may feel at though simply choosing to exist as your true self is an act of rebellion in some way. You come across to others as bold and assertive and your presence commands attention. Living authentically is very important to you and you can really benefit from exploring the different aspects of yourself (both light and dark) as much as possible. In your quest for personal authenticity, you may have a habit of placing less importance on your personal connections and may sometimes come across as selfish or self-centered.  

Lucifer in the 2nd House: With this placement you may struggle to make money in the conventional way (aka: the typical 9-5 job) and may turn to methods that others view to be more unusual or profitless. You may choose to make money by freelancing, remote work, turning your niche interests into a business, online content creation, etc. By embracing more non-traditional career paths, you are often more willing to take risks in order to align your work with your values. Many people’s self-worth is tied with how much money they make or how much they own--something that many with this placement often try very hard to break away from. Within you is a deep desire to detach yourself from mainstream capitalism and to find abundance through non-material things.  

Lucifer in the 3rd House: You may often challenge traditional beliefs and ideas or question established systems of thought. While many other people can accept something at face value--you feel the need to ask questions. You are the person to speak up and ask “Why?”. You have a way with words that comes across as assertive and often thought-provoking, sparking transformative conversations or challenging debates. You may have a strong interest in learning about unconventional or niche subjects. The standard approach to education and learning can often feel restricting and stifling for those with this placement, so it’s important that they embrace learning in a way that aligns with their individuality. It’s also important to be mindful of striking a balance between asserting their unique perspectives and actively listening to others.

Lucifer in the 4th House: This placement indicates a desire to rebel against traditional family structures and break generational curses or trauma. You may have grown up feeling constrained by the expectations imposed on you by your family and this leads to a non-traditional approach to your own personal nurturing and emotional security. The way you define family and home can be quite different then the norm--maybe for you home is wherever you are rather than a physical place and maybe family is built up of people you love and that love you, even if they aren’t blood-related. Your living space is also likely to reflect your unique individuality and you may reject the standard styles others consider to be more acceptable for homes. 

Lucifer in the 5th House: You have a non-conformist approach to creativity and self-expression. People with this placement are unafraid to shake up the status quo with their art--creating works that are often innovative, provocative, or even shocking to others. You greatly value your individuality and may be drawn to niche hobbies or interests. You may also question traditional views on love and romance--perhaps you are someone who is attracted to the idea of unconventional relationship dynamics or is not interested in romance at all. You could even just be completely uninterested in casual dating and would prefer to jump straight into something deeper and more serious. People with this placement can also challenge traditional parenting roles and may choose to have children in a way others view to be unusual or unconventional. 

Lucifer in the 6th House: With this placement, you are likely to have a strong aversion to traditional work structures and hierarchies. You prefer to find work that allows you to have more personal autonomy, where you are free to be yourself and don’t have to conform to someone else’s rules and ideas. You may also struggle with schedules or performing mundane tasks, unless you take the time to create a routine that is more flexible and innovative. Daily routines that lack excitement or fail to provide a sense of challenge may lead to boredom and restlessness. People with this placement are also more likely to stray away from traditional beliefs and practices related to health and wellness, and may seek out holistic approaches or other unconventional wellness practices. You are also more likely to reject the narrow beauty standards and societal pressures surrounding body image.

Lucifer in the 7th House: Those with this placement may reject traditional concepts of monogamy or conventional definitions of marriage and may prefer to have relationships that offer them more personal autonomy and freedom. You may choose to be polygamous, in an open relationship or choose not to get married at all. Or you could be someone whose marriage is viewed by others as unusual or different then the perceived norm; such as a same-sex marriage, an interracial marriage, or a marriage with a large age gap. You could also be very drawn to people who are non-conforming and eccentric; people who stand out from the crowd. The person you marry could be someone who is very unconventional or it could also be that you become involved in a business partnership that others to consider to be quite unusual.  

Lucifer in the 8th House: With this placement, you are more likely to embrace and delve into topics that others may find uncomfortable or taboo. You could have a deep interest in metaphysics, the occult, or branches of psychology that stray from the norm, such as Parapsychology and Erotic psychology. Your view on death and the afterlife could be rather profound, as many with this placement are driven to find personal meaning and purpose in the face of their own mortality. Your approach to sex and intimacy may also be considered unorthodox by others. You could have “unusual” kinks or maybe you’re just not interested in sex at all. When it comes to money and shared resources, you may choose  investment opportunities that align with environmental and social sustainability  or support grassroots initiatives that aim to bring positive change to society.

Lucifer in the 9th House: You tend to challenge and question the traditional beliefs on religion and philosophy. And because of this, you likely have a strong desire to shape your own spiritual or philosophical path, even if it’s one that makes others raise their eyebrows at you. People with this placement are more likely to explore alternative belief systems and unconventional spiritual practices. When it comes to higher education and learning, you may prefer to seek alternative paths such as self-study, online courses, or you might have an interest in learning about niche topics. Your travel experiences could also be quite unique; perhaps you travel by backpacking, sailing or couchsurfing or you stay in unusual places like eco-lodges, treehouses, yurts, or houseboats

Lucifer in the 10th House: This placement challenges traditional career paths. The field you work in could be considered unusual or your approach to your career could be outside the norm, for example a doctor that specializes in holistic therapies or alternative medicine. Or a teacher that teaches by content creation and online sessions. You are also more likely to resist traditional forms of leadership and management. You could be in a manager role but choose to put yourself on the same level playing field as your subordinates, perhaps even choosing to make everyone’s pay equal so that there are no hierarchical structures. The public likely views you as someone that is independent and non-conforming; and you could very well gain a reputation for being a rebel or anarchist. 

Lucifer in the 11th House: Those with this placement tend to befriend individuals that are rebels, anarchists, or simply unconventional. You are likely someone that embraces others differences and prefers social groups that encourage authenticity and individuality. It’s also possible that you choose to be more of a lone wolf--finding it more personally empowering to be in your own company rather than in the company of others. The way you choose to socially network with others could also be quite unique, for example: meeting people through LARP, attending speed friending events, or connecting with others at  expos dedicated to unusual interests or niche hobbies. Your goals and aspirations could involve disrupting traditional (and corrupt) systems, as well as championing causes that support collective upliftment.  

Lucifer in the 12th House: When it comes to spirituality, you likely prefer  alternative or esoteric practices. There is often a deep desire to explore the depths of your own psyche and to transcend the boundaries of ordinary reality. Those with this placement could be interested in practices such as lucid-dreaming, astral projection, hypnosis, or shifting realities. You may also be drawn to artistic forms that allow you to convey the indescribable, such as abstract art or ambient music. Privacy and solitude are likely important for you to be able to tap into your psychic gifts and navigate your unique internal landscape. Solitary activities like meditation, journaling, or creative expression serve as gateways to your subconscious realms, and you have the potential to bring about positive change simply by channeling your inner wisdom and insight.

[dailycharacteroption]

Mummy (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by Uriak on DeviantArt)

And it’s time for another archetype from Book of the Dead that lets you play an undead character! This time it’s a pretty interesting one in that we’re looking at: mummies!

Mummies have been in RPGs since the beginning, but their presence as undead creatures is actually relatively recent compared to the age of the culture they come from. That’s right, there are straight up no stories of mummies rising from their grave to torment the living in Ancient Egypt, presumably because a mummy, by necessity, was one that had undergone all the proper rites of death and therefore didn’t have any reason for stories of them rising and complaining about it.

Heck, even The Curse of the Pharaohs, the idea that those that dare disturb the tombs of kings would be cursed with a painful death is fairly recent, with the closest thing we actually have from the various dynasties and periods of the nation being warnings to not disturb or desecrate the tombs and sarcophagi of a pharaoh lest they lose the favor of the gods, but those are more akin to having the awareness to realize that your successor is probably gonna deface any statue of you they can find and strike your name from all records they can get ahold of, because that happened a lot.

The actual undead mummy is actually a creation of foreign writers, going as far back as the 1840s with Gautier’s The Mummy’s Foot, and 60 years later with Bram Stoker’s (yes, that Bram Stoker) The Jewel of the Seven Stars, along with others in that period like Arthur Conan Doyle, and so on.

Curiously, most of these undead mummies were not monsters per se, having no hostile intentions towards mortals, but rather, were often love interests for the protagonists, which smacks of elements of the exotification and sexualization of the East, which is unfortunate. On the other hand, if there’s any online community that can emphasize with the idea of dating an immortal being from a bygone era, it’s tumblr. This focus on desire also explains why even more horror-focused mummy fiction often gives the mummies ways to “rehydrate”, regenerating themselves into a fleshy, lifelike form, if only temporarily and usually at the expense of some poor sap, cursed or otherwise.

Mummies as horror monsters didn’t really start until the 1930’s with Boris Karloff in the Universal Studios The Mummy movie, and even that retains the notion of the mummy regaining a semblance of life, since he only spends one scene of the movie as a shambling corpse and the rest as an offputting older gentleman who politely insists not to be touched.

Beyond that, mummies in fiction have ranged from being similar undead sorcerers to being particularly dusty zombies that may or may not have a would-be necromancer commanding them, and their appearance in tabletop games has similarly varied.

In Pathfinder, the generally accepted paradigm is that mummies range in power from the basic variety, which were typically mere servants or mummified accidentally by extreme outdoor conditions such as bogs, deserts, or extreme altitudes, whereas greater mummies (represented by the Osirian Mummy and Mummified creature templates in First Edition) were a step above, retaining their skills and sense of self. Meanwhile, at the pinnacle were mummy lords, created from the bodies and souls of the most powerful and magically-skilled pharaohs.

However, a detail that was brought into focus with Second Edition was that mummies, no matter what culture they belong to or where they are found, are undead tied to the land, which makes sense due to the way that every mummification process involves at least some level of environmental process, from being soaked in anaerobic bog water/peat to being desiccated by the sun or natron salts, and so on. That connection is what gives many mummies their strange powers over the environments they hail from (like conjuring sandstorms or turning into clouds of sand and the like). Of course, that connection also subtly taints the natural world around them wherever they go, given their status as undead beings.

While it is possible to play a character who underwent the ritual to become a mummy in recent times (either just after death or more horrifyingly while still alive), the nature of this archetype lends itself better to playing a time-displaced undead character who only just woke up from their eternal rest. Whether you’re a millenia-old citizen of a now-defunct desert kingdom or some poor explorer that died in a bog and only clawed their way out a century later when someone accidentally stepped on their head while wading through the muck, there’s a lot of potential there.

So let’s take a look, shall we?

Like all undead archetypes and certain other spellcasting ones, you can technically take this archetype at first level, but must obviously take the dedication as your 2nd level feat. In this case, the dedication provides the basic undead benefits, as well as increased physical durability at the cost of fire vulnerability. Additionally, their unarmed strike becomes stronger as they pull water from their targets on contact. Meanwhile, they also establish a bond with an extreme terrain predominant to the region they were mummified within, which determines the aesthetics of later abilities as well as what terrain certain other abilities function with.

Case in point, most are able to stride through difficult terrain in their bonded environment with ease, as well as see through concealment within it as well, be it the snowstorms of the arctic or mountains, the sand of deserts, or the fogs of the marsh.

Whether it be from their strikes or from another ability, they can use the moisture drawn from other creatures to trigger a transformation, regaining a semblance of life and vitality for a short time.

Many also develop the greater benefits of undeath, as well as resistance to actively harmful aspects of their bonded terrain as well.

Whether they were mummified alive or merely endured the traumas of their soul being bound to their corpse, the process of becoming an undead mummy is filled with anguish, which they can then weaponize in one of their more infamous abilities as an aura of despair. While not yet potent enough to paralyze with fear, it can send foes fleeing.

While this archetype can’t grant true mummy rot, they can inflict a withering necromantic affliction on foes when they get a particularly lucky blow on foes, consuming their vitality and body while it lasts.

Some of these mummies can call upon atmospheric phenomena from their bonded region to summon concealing storms of mist, sand, and the like, making their presence obvious but their exact position impossible to determine, making for a useful defense.

Those of a warrior disposition often learn to channel their lesser curse through weapons rather than their limbs.

While otherwise ordinary cloth, many mummies can infuse some of their malevolence into their wrappings to briefly animate them, following up a strike to entrap foes with them.

Taking their bond with the terrain further, some learn to actually become the terrain, turning into flying clouds of an appropriate substrate such as mist, snow, sand, bog water, and the like.

In a horrific display of their mastery of moisture and life force, powerful mummies can suck both right out of foes in a wide conical area with a horrid inhalation, harming them and healing themselves.

Finally, some refine their despair aura so they can do so more often, and those that are especially affected are outright paralyzed with fear for a few critical moments.

The mummy archetype does a good job of emulating the powers most commonly associated with undead mummies in a balanced way, and can certainly be fun for any sort of character without requiring you to invest super heavily into it. If the game takes place in a lot of set pieces covering their favored terrain, it can be quite powerful if you spec for that, or you can just focus on being an especially tanky undead melee character. Certainly the despair ability is useful for every character, and being able to enshroud oneself or turn into clouds of particulate is useful for close and ranged characters alike. As such, there is no one specific build for this archetype, but you can choose to add it’s benefits to whatever build you’re going for.

Like I said before, it is entirely possible to play a truly ancient undead with this archetype, which opens up some interesting roleplaying opportunities. Obviously culture clash between your original culture and those that exist in the modern era is one, but also consider the knowledge that you bring with you from your old life. After all, undead mummies have included royalty, high priests, mages, and more in fiction, so their perspective can be interesting.

His hairs all fallen out long ago and his husk as dry as an old waybread wafer, Nshantu the Ensnared is the oldest storyteller among the anandi, though that’s hardly an impressive boast since he ventured high into the mountains to become a mummy. Still, the silk-bound arachnid boasts the deepest pool of knowledge in the region, which he will share with those who offer him information in exchange.

In their quest to  defeat the risen pharaoh that has kidnapped their patron, whom he believes is a reincarnation of his lover, the party finds a lead in references to one of his old servants, a jaathoom, or djinn genie who still dwells on the material plane.

Ever since the party made it through Blackwater Bog, something has been following them. They sometimes sense something on the edge of the firelight that vanishes when they try to find it, and just yesterday the woman they’ve been escorting found a muddy handprint on her bag. But is this stalker foe, or friend?

[viciousbite]

Darkfang Headcanon

Golden Finials

The golden finials at the side of Darkfang's helm are connected to the round audial pieces of his helm. They can slide up and down by command or merely due to 'emotions'. Their usual position is up to keep a confident and neutral aura to his frame language. When they are lowered, it's either to seem smaller, a sign of surrender, or negative emotions, including sadness and pain.

Darkfang can use these to fake his emotions too, meaning, he can appear docile by lowering his finials in defeat, while internally he's the opposite and ready to strike whenever the chance comes.

The finials are sensitive to touch due to the sensors they hold. He can feel a shift in the wind, or sense approaching mech's or organics from sides where his optics doesn't reach.

If the finials are touched, there can be many reactions, from hissing to purring. He either reacts violently, or he will absolutely enjoy it to the fullest. This mostly depends on who touches them and in what situation. Touching tends to cause his finials to tremble and twitch.

They are one of the reasons why he can quickly online from a recharge if he senses danger. Perhaps working alone has made him a little paranoid. After the war, he has let himself fall deeper into recharge that sometimes his finials doesn't as easily startle him awake.

[mxtxfanatic]

Hello! I'm trying to write a fanfic, but there is one part of canon that I can't recall. The siege of Burial Mounds. We know the Jiang, Jin, Lan, and Nie partook in that (what about any smaller sects?), but my questions is, did these assholes really not even bother to pay attention to the Wens there? Even as they killed them? That the Wens at BM were not the warriors everyone assumed WWX had there. Did they just close their eyes and strike them down? Did none of them realize who exactly they murdered? Do we never hear of this because so many of those sect cultivators died? (Or was that only at Nightless City?) But what of those leading their sect to to partake in the siege? Wasn't NMJ there? Qiren? JC and JGS? Is this scene of the siege ever really written about, or mentioned (in detail)? Then I saw someone state that perhaps the main force to kill the Wen are the Jiang and Jin, but the Nie and Lan were "backup" and perhaps didn't even enter the BM (and thus didn't even see the Wens). Would that even make sense? Didn't they just recover from the bloodbath that was Nightless City? Wouldn't that mean they know just how strong WWX is? So why would they even want to split up like that? Or, did these cultivators really hate the Wen, that even when seeing these innocent people, rage and hatred blinded them, so they didn't even care about who they were killing? Did the truth about the Wen basically being ordinary civilians just never get out? Were rumors created to hide that truth? We sure as hell know the sect leaders present at the siege never said jack shit. Truthfully, I'm so puzzled about this entire scene, and wish to reread anything associated with it, but I don't own the novels, and what I can find online isn't at detailed or helpful. So please, any help you can provide would be greatly appreciated, because your posts are amazing and very insightful, and I really like reading them!

Alright, lots of questions, so I’ll try to answer them in list.

1) Who exactly participated in the siege, and how much?

The text does say that the Jin and Jiang led the siege with a bulk of the troops and Jiang Cheng as the leader and integral piece that got them last the patrolling corpses. It says that they “could've gone without” the Nie or Lan, not that they did not also participate. Nothing in the text implies that the Nie and Lan just sat on the outskirts as standby troops, and in fact the description of the second siege draws direct parallels with the first.

For a while, from the most prominent clans to rogue cultivators, everyone is discussing the siege that was lead by the Four Great Clans and followed by hundreds of smaller ones.

“But, if not for Jiang Cheng making a plan that aimed at Wei WuXian’s weaknesses, the siege might not have succeeded. Should I remind you folks of the item that Wei WuXian possesses? Did you forget about the day that three thousand skilled cultivators were completely annihilated?”

—Chapt. 1: Prologue, exr

Back then, during the first siege of Burial Mound, Jin GuangShan led the LanlingJin Sect, while Jiang Cheng led the YunmengJiang Sect; Lan QiRen led the GusuLan Sect, while Nie MingJue led the QingheNie Sect. The former two were the main forces, the latter two could’ve gone without. Now, the LanlingJin Sect’s leader hadn’t arrived at, having only sent people for the GusuLan Sect to command; the GusuLan Sect was still led by Lan QiRen; Nie HuaiSang replaced his brother’s position, shrunken within the crowd, his face still full of ‘I don’t know about anything’, ‘I don’t want to do anything’, and ‘I’m just here for the numbers’. Only Jiang Cheng was still the one surrounded by hostile energy, face insidious, staring straight at him.

—Chapt. 68: Tenderness, exr

2) Did no one realize that the Wen remnants were not an army?

No one who participated in the siege was laboring under the assumption that Wei Wuxian was building an army to attack them. Every complaint that they had about Wei Wuxian liberating the Qiongqi Path labor camp was about the audacity of a "son of a servant" potentially creating a new sect that would challenge the popularity and authority of the gentry orthodox cultivation clans. Wen Qing even says that the clans seem to think of the Wen remnants as Wei Wuxian's slaves, and this is without mentioning the fact that both Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji entered the Burial Mounds and saw the residents with their own eyes. Yes, the orthodox clans really did massacre the Wen remnants based solely on the strength of their hatred of the Wen Clan, nothing more.

Lan XiChen knew that because of what happened to his father, Nie MingJue abhorred Wen-dogs more than anything, especially with how intolerable he was toward evil. Lan XiChen didn’t say anything else. One of the sect leaders spoke up, “What Sect Leader Nie said is quite right. Besides, Wen Qing is one of Wen RuoHan’s most trusted people. You’re telling me she never participated? Well I don’t buy it. Is there any Wen-dog without a single drop of blood on their hands? Maybe it’s just that we haven’t found out about it yet!” As soon as the Wen Sect’s past cruelties were mentioned, the crowd boiled over, surging and chattering.

Using the atmosphere, Jin GuangShan turned to Jiang Cheng, “He’s been plotting for a while to go to Burial Mound, hasn’t he? After all, with his skills, it wouldn’t be too hard to set up a sect of his own. And so, he used this as a chance to leave the Jiang Sect, intending to do whatever he pleases in the bright skies outside. You rebuilt the YunmengJiang Sect with so much work. He’s got a few controversial traits in him to begin with, and still he doesn’t restrain himself, stirring up so much trouble for you. He doesn’t care about you at all.”

Jiang Cheng mocked, “Those sect leaders thought you gathered some leftover forces and crowned yourself king of the hill. So it’s only the old, the weak, the women, and the children.”

—Chapt. 73: Recklessness, exr

Wen Qing, “That’s right. They didn’t ask. They straight-up prepared to kill you. Do you understand now? They don’t need any proof. They don’t need you to find the truth either. Whether or not you have curse marks on your body doesn’t matter at all. You’re the YiLing Patriarch, the King of the Demonic Path. You specialize in dark curses, so it wouldn’t even be strange if you didn’t have curse marks on you. On top of that, you didn’t have to do it yourself. You could’ve gotten Wen-dogs, your slaves, to do it for you. It’s you no matter what. You won’t be able to deny it.”

—Chapt. 77 Nightfall, exr

3) What about the rumors?

The rumors should have come about after the first siege took place. For instance, the juniors are told that every corpse in the Burial Mounds was burned and are visibly shocked at the corpses that clawed out of the blood pool, while their seniors are not. The non-cultivating common people think that Wei Wuxian was some kind of demon who kidnapped civilians and was responsible for dug-up graves (rumors indirectly said to be spread by the Jin). The civilian rumors don't even seem to mention the existence of the Wen remnants nor the Qiongqi Path labor camp, as if those details were intentionally omitted. None of the older cultivators who were alive and participated in the conflicts seem to carry these same misconceptions, though.

The young wife spoke softly, “I’ve been listening to the YiLing Patriarch’s story ever since I was young. I’ve always thought that ‘if you don’t be obedient the YiLing Patriarch will return to find you and take you back to feed his ghouls’ was only the adults teasing the children. Who would’ve known that such a person really exists? And he really came back?” The husband, “Yeah. As soon as I heard about digging graves open I thought of him. It’s true indeed. The rumors have been spreading all over the city.”

—Chapt. 66: Tenderness, exr

Jin Ling watched with shock, “... Just what in the world are these things?! Why would there be more fierce corpses in the blood pool? Didn’t they say that all of the corpses on Burial Mound had been incinerated?!” Sect Leader OuYang answered, protecting his son, “Some weren’t!” Lan JingYi, “Which ones were not?!” Sect Leader OuYang, “Those... Those...” He couldn’t say it out loud. After those Wen Sect’s remnants on Burial Mound back then were killed by the people partaking in the siege, the fifty corpses were all thrown into the blood pool!

—Chapt. 82: Loyalty, exr

Bonus) I don't think anyone except for the Wen remnants and Wei Wuxian died at the first siege. I can't find a single instance of anyone with a grievance towards Wei Wuxian listing that grievance coming from that "battle," only Nightless City. At the same time, while people did die at the Nightless City bloodbath, it was only enough to deter the clans for 3 months. The number of deaths were conflated with the fact that Wei Wuxian had killed so many Wen cultivators during the Sunshot Campaign:

Yi WeiChun, the middle aged cultivator who proclaimed to have had his legs cut off by him and had to wear wooden prosthetics from then on, spoke up again, “The debts of blood you owe three thousand people will never be repaid, not even if you die a million times!” Wei WuXian interrupted him, “Three thousand people? There were indeed three thousand cultivators present that night at Nightless City, but so too were the leaders the sects and many of their elites. With all of them present, could I have really killed all of the three thousand people? Are you thinking too highly of me, or are you looking down on them?”

—Chapt. 79: Loyalty, exr

[forest-falcon]

WIP Wednesday

The Polaroid 📸

"Is that what I think it is?"

Scott paced over to the wooden unit and scooped up a small polaroid camera.

"One of Gordon's finds - that kids sure loves his vintage gadgets. I like this one though; there's something special about a polaroid," Grandma gave a wistful smile.

"Bring back memories?"

"Oi, I'll have you know, they were old even when I was a girl!"

Scott gave a sheepish grin.

"Sorry."

Grandma batted the air in good humour.

"They're like vinyl records. They don't give you a perfect result, but there's some beauty in that."

Scott set the camera back down, then gathered up the tower of photos stacked next to it.

The first few featured the various sunrises Gordon must have snapped before his early morning swims; the dusky pinks and golds silhouetting slumbering palms.

Grandma was right. The pictures were beautiful.

Scott smiled and continued to flick through the images; the golds and pinks suddenly interrupted with a burst of cerulean blue.

"There's one of me in here!" Scott presented Grandma with the photo. I didn't know he had taken this.

"Oh, now that I like!" Grandma smiled, wafting the photo as though it needed drying.

The image was of John and Scott surfing together. A rare occurrence to be sure, but such a treasured memory.

There were others just like it.

Alan stargazing - the cosmos filling the night with such an abundance of stars, the polaroid looked somewhat surreal.

There was another taken not too long ago of Virgil with a seedling. Scott had walked in to find the gentle giant conversing with the tiny plant.

"Why on earth are you talking to a plant?"

"Helps it grow."

"Plants don't have ears."

"No, but they're living beings. All it takes for a soul to grow is a little time and love."

Scott couldn't argue with that. And although he wasn't convinced by the concept enough to strike up a conversation with the nearest tree; he did love his brother that little bit more for the kindness he brought to the world.

Scott gently set the image down.

"You're right Grandma, this camera is special."

Gordon's photos had captured life on the island in such a wonderful, smell-the-roses way. It gave him pause for thought. Gordon was so like Virg in that manner; seeing the good in the world. The camera was his canvas.

Scott had planned to file some more reports, but the love emanating from the pictures ultimately won out, and Scott sank into the sofa next to his Grandma.

The reports could wait.

It was time to appreciate the little things.

The commander slouched to allow for his head to rest on her shoulder, and they flicked through the remaining pictures together.

The photo pile was deceptively large.

Scott was just about to save the rest for another day when one in particular caught his eye.

"Who's this?"

Scott held up the polaroid for closer inspection.

"Who? Her?"

"Yeah, the girl kissing Alan."

"Oh! That's Mandy, Alan's girlfriend."

"Alan has a girlfriend?"

Grandma took a sip of tea.

"Mmm, I've only met her the once, but she was just lovely."

Scott stared at the picture. The girl was pretty, in a girl-next-door-type way.

"How did they meet?"

"How does Alan meet anyone?"

"Rescue?"

"Gaming."

"Oh."

Grandma set her tea down.

"They've been chatting for years online, then met in person at that comicon the boys went to last year. I believe there's a pic in here somewhere..."

Scott surrendered the remaining stack of photos, but continued to inspect the stranger... Mandy...to try and get a read on her. It was only a headshot of them both, so not much to go on. She was wearing a simple bobble hat and thick woolen scarf. Her face was somewhat obscured by a mass of bouncy dark curls, but as far as he could tell, she was besotted - all smiles as she kissed Alan.

"Ah! Found it!" Grandma handed him a second photo. Four figures beamed back at the camera. Warrior Alan, Elven Lord Virgil, Kraken Gordon and a grey-bearded wizard.

Scott squinted at the photo.

"This is her?"

"The wizard, yes."

Sure enough, some bouncy brown curls could just be seen jutting out from behind the faux beard.

"Hasn't she the most wonderful cow eyes?"

"Cow eyes?"

"Y'know - big, brown, soulful eyes."

"Can't say that I noticed."

"You, Scott Tracy? Not notice a pretty face? Are you feeling alright?"

"Hard to see it behind the beard,” he deadpanned.

Grandma swatted his arm.

“Besides, she's too young, Grandma. And so is Alan." He returned both photos to her and lightly folded his arms.

"He should be focussing on his studies."

"Oh, like you did at his age?" Grandma arched a brow.

"Scott, honey, your brother isn't twelve anymore."

Scott gave a noncommittal grunt.

"And, as far as I can tell, his grades have been exemplary."

It was true, his grades were well-above average, but Alan was still the baby of the family, and Scott wasn't quite ready to view him as anything else.

"Still, he has enough going on, doesn't he? Between coursework, International Rescue, driving lessons..." he trailed off.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"He games." Scott offered.

Now it was Grandma's turn to fold her arms.

“Scott, he's twenty next month.”

“So?”

"So…you're telling me that you're happy to risk the life of your brother out on missions, but object to him being happy with someone he loves?"

"Loves? I thought it was just the odd date?"

"Like I said; they've been friends for years. But does it even matter? Date, hook-up, love.

I, for one, am just pleased to see your brothers are all happy with nice people."

"John isn't seeing anyone."

"Why? Did he break up with Ridley?"

"Captain O'Bannon is just a friend. They play handball together, that's all."

"Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?" Grandma chuckled and took another sip of tea.

"Grandma!"

Grandma was the epitome of coy as she gave an innocent shrug.

"You're reading too much into things. What Captain O'Bannon and John have...it's strictly professional! They're work colleagues, nothing more."

"Okay Scott."

"What?"

"I'm just wondering at what point you thought International Rescue had become a nunnery?"

Scott cleared his throat.

"I - don't…think that”

He idly picked at a stitch that had come loose on the sofa.

“What I meant was, surely if they were all in relationships, they'd just tell me?"

"What? So you could give them the same reaction you gave me just now?"

Scott stood, and slowly paced in a circle as he digested.

"Is that how they see me...a prude?"

"No, I wouldn't say that. They just don't feel the need to run every last relationship by their brother. You sure didn't with your dad or myself when you were younger. We'd still be here today if that were the case!" Grandma gave another wicked chuckle and Scott groaned into his hands.

"Newsflash, your dad and I weren't as blind to those late night study partners as you thought we were. That script is as old as time!"

Scott squirmed as he looked for a way to redirect the focus back from himself.

"I guess Allie's just remained around twelve years old in my head. I blinked and he grew up."

"That's parenthood for you, Scott."

Scott flinched.

"Look kiddo, nobody could replace your dad. You're simply not him. But what you've grown into... well, you've not just filled your father's shoes; you've sized up! Allie has had one hell of a guardian."

The sincerity of her tone brought a lump to Scott's throat. It was all he had ever hoped for. To do right by his family, his brothers…by little Allie.

"You had to grow up pretty fast and I used to worry about the toll that would take on you, but look how much you've grown - from a bereaved little boy to just the finest man! Not just the Commander of International Rescue, but a wonderful brother, guardian and grandson too."

"You're too kind, Grandma."

"I'm merely stating facts. You never stop worrying. Parents, guardians - it doesn't matter. But you can't let that worry clip their wings. It's time you opened your eyes to see how much your brother has grown too. He isn't twelve, Scott; but the wonderful young man he's grown into is a testament to how much love we, as a family - how much love you have poured his way."