#Deemed Exports

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

cat!jmart :3

...these two are from a horror podcast. in canon

...continues drawing them as cute cats on pastel and rainbow backgrounds anyways

(cropped pfp-adjacent versions made for my own amusement lol)

[godhandler]

Kill The Damned Phone - Choso Kamo

[wc: 1500+]

[ tw: Choso Kamo x Reader, smut, fluff, established relationship, interrupted sex, blowjob, throat-fucking, prone bone, slight bondage, Choso being an absolute darling ]

“Nghh, Choso, right- fuck- right there!” You breathe out as Choso’s tongue runs over the shell over your ear. His chest to your back, your face buried into a pile of pillows, his entire right arm pulling your hips into him as he ruts into you prone bone. “Mhmm” he smiles, “you like it, baby?”

“I like you ∼” How cute. you can feel his lips stretching into a smile against your neck. He gives your wet pussy a slower, deeper grind to show his appreciation, pulling a sweet moan out of you. 

A slow Sunday morning with nothing much to do. Choso had woken up much before you, as usual, and by the time you had washed up and dressed, he was done making breakfast. Tamagoyaki rolls, natto rice balls, leftover pizza and two bottles of yakult each. Choso, your sweet man, read you the news headlines he deemed important as you washed the dishes– “A tunnel collapsed in Sendai” “Putin might be gay” “India is stopping rice exports”. He’d given you a spank on the ass as punishment for wiping your hands dry on his sweatpants. That ended up with him pounding you into the blankets, your hands pinned over your head with his left wrist. Ah, to be young and in love. 

“You just like me? I thought it was love” He teases. “It’s so sad, my baby doesn’t love me!” 

Your giggles are broken by a gasp as he bites into your neck. What a pretty collection of hickies. “Yeah, this is what you get. There’s no love for grown men who bite.”

“Aww” He pouts so cutely that you have to risk spraining your neck to give him a kiss. He adjusts himself further up your body - fuck, that felt good, he’s so deep in me now, shit- to make it easier for you to reach his lips. He deserves all the kisses, that sweetheart. You peck his nose too, for good measure.

“Babe,” He asks. “Should I use Flowing Red Scale? Or would it be too much for you?”

Before you open your mouth to reply, his phone’s ringing. He sighs into the nape of your neck before dislodging himself and reaching for it, taking the charging cable off it before he holds it up to his ear. “Hello? Yuuji?” 

From where you lie on the bed, it is a weird mixture of hot and hilarious. Choso’s hair is a mess, his lips puffy from your bites (he tells you to stop biting his lips but you vehemently refuse). His neck, chest, abs and arms have not been spared from your teeth either, all littered with little hickies. He’s squatting on the bed, silently trying to make sure his still-hard cock doesn’t drip your wetness on the bed sheet, while he holds his entire arm up, elbow lifted, to keep the phone to his ear, like a middle-aged dad. “Little brother, is that you?”

“Onii-san!” It’s not on speaker phone but you can hear the kid loud and clear through the phone. “I’ll make it quick: how do you do a Supernova?”

“Oh, good, good! You’re practising the harder skills now!” Choso momentarily forgot the cock-wet-not-touch-bed-sheet thing in his excitement. You just smile, letting him figure it out himself. “It’s hard to explain it over the phone, but it’s like this. Now pay attention: You let yourself feel every drop of your blood, okay? In every cell, then it goes fwoop–” He balled his free hand into a fist, “and then you wait till it’s time, and then you let it go.” He mimicked an explosion with his hand. “But when you let it go, make sure it all goes at once.”  

“Ehhhh?” You can vividly imagine Yuuji’s grimace on the other side of the phone. You couldn’t keep your laugh in. For Choso, Blood Manipulation came as naturally as breathing, he didn’t consciously take note of every step. It was a bit hard for him to explain things; just as hard as it was for Yuuji to understand his explanation. “Oh– Is y/n-san there with you?”

“Yeah, say hi-” “G’morning, y/n-san!”

“Hello, is this my favourite little prodigy?” You did baby Yuuji a bit, taking on the role of an older sister that he never had. “What’re you practising?”

“I’ve already gotten Piercing Blood down actually,” he says. “Supernova’s next, but I don’t get anything Onii-san said. Do you wanna come down to practice later?” You mull it over. Yuuji’s punches hit hard (even when he was holding back)  and you didn’t really want to experience that again, but having done martial arts for far longer than him, you could teach him new techniques. You suppose it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make.

“Aw, sure. 6 evening?”

“6 evening. See you then, y/n-san!” Click. 

“He didn’t even say goodbye to me.” Choso huffs. “He likes you too much.”

You laugh, both at his words and the sorrow in his eyes when he realised that he’s stained the bed sheet. “He’s at that age where family is embarrassing, especially his doting onii-san. He’ll grow up, don't worry.” You rise to push a kiss at the crown of Choso’s head. “I hate training with him really, he hits so hard. I don’t know anyone with that kind of raw strength!”

“Really?” Choso has you under him in a flash. “You don’t know anyone?” He wrenches your legs apart and pins them under his knees. “Struggle then, let me show you.” 

You grin. This will be fun.

You let a minute pass to trick him into thinking you’re not doing anything. A bird sings out the window, you both turn to look, and -you’re gone. Slipped out from under him and jumped off the bed and out the bedroom door. “Oh, you little!” You hear him laughing as he scampers off the bed, running after you. This was so fun, you can’t stop giggling, even though, as you register now, it is a bit weird running with Choso’s pre running down your thighs.

Oh well, it is what it is.

He corners you at the living room table, trying to catch you while you jump over the table and leap onto the sofas. 

I’ve got you now, birdie. 

He knows there’s nowhere for you to go, you know you’re not going anywhere. You’ve got your arms ready to strike if he comes any closer, but he doesn’t stop walking to you. This is fine, you can take him hand-to-hand. Uppercut, a left jab, left hook to the jaw, straight punch to the liver- he dodges it all. You’re about to go for his solar plexus, as - “Blood Manipulation: Crimson Binding”

“That’s so fucking cheating!” You yell out at the unfairness of the universe. Your hands are tied behind your back, so you immediately resort to kicking Choso, so he just binds your legs too. “That’s unfair, baby!”

“I like it though.” He giggles, “I never said cursed techniques are out of play.” The bindings on your legs are getting heavier, making you drop to your knees. “Ooh” Chose is way too happy with this, watching your boobs bounce as you fall. “I really like it.” 

You look up as he walks close, his cock, growing again at the sight of you like that, gingerly touches your lips. “Make me happy, yeah, love?”

You smile up at him, giving him a little kiss at his leaking tip. “Go ahead, baby.” you tell him. 

He leans down to kiss you so deeply, spitting into your mouth to make sure it’s wet enough. Then he straightens up, wiping his cock over your lips and cheek, making a mess of your face. He’s just got his fingers into your hair, thrusting his huge cock full into your throat in one go as you choke back gag after gag, groaning at the feel of your throat constricting around his cock, his perfect little fleshlight, your nose in his happy trail and balls against your spit-slick chin. He’s just started leaning over you, shoving your mouth down his cock as you run your tongue over his shaft, going rougher as the sight of your lust-drunk eyes drives him wild. He’s literally just getting started– when his phone rings again. 

He sighs sooo deep, dropping his face into his palms, that you begin to laugh with your mouth still full of cock. He carefully takes himself out again, flings you over his shoulder and carries you back to the bedroom like that, where his phone’s not done ringing. 

“Onii-san!” It’s Yuuji again. You’ve been dropped on the bed. Since the bedsheet is already ruined, you wipe your face clean with it, your hands still being tied. “Oni-san, I got it! Supernova done!”

“Good work, Yuuji! I knew you could do it!” Choso musters up all his love for his younger brother, not letting a single trace of annoyance pass into his voice. The genuine love and care Choso has for loved-ones, it warms your heart.

“Y/n-san, can you hear me too?”

Choso looks over at you before realising that your voice would probably betray a hint of being roughly throat-fucked. “Aah, she’s in the washroom, I’ll tell her when she comes back, okay? You keep practising though!”

“Oh, okay. I’ll just tell her myself at 6 then.”

“All right. I was thinking, little brother, Supernova’s a difficult move, I’ll get you dinner today as a gift. Yeah?” 

“Oh yeah!! You're a great big brother.” You can see Choso’s heart melt. “Bye-byee!”

“Bye!” Click.

“Should we take him out to Ono Jiro? He’d like the experience.” you think out loud. Choso suddenly realises that he forgot about the Crimson Binding, freeing you with a sheepish apology. 

“I’m so proud of him, you know.” says Choso, burying his face into your tits as you both laze on the bed. “Even though he keeps preventing us from giving him any nephews or nieces.”

You both laugh. “We’ve got nothing to do all day and it's still just morning. We’ve just got to keep at it”. You pet his hair poking out from between your tits. Choso’s starting to suck a hickey into the thin skin of your sternum, and edging a hand to grab your left boob. His other hand’s already massaging the fat of your ass. 

“We’ll keep at it, then” Choso grins.

Bonus: Choso looks up books and videos about 'how to teach' so that he can help Yuuji learn <3

img credits: here. it's not the artist (i think) but i couldn't find any further sources. If anyone does know the artist, please let me know.

[illumoonated]

Severance S2 thoughts so far on the innie vs outie, nature vs nurture question.

***Spoilers***

I was struck by how much Irv's outie sounded like him. The same intonations and playfulness with Burt's outie as his innie had. Episode five really showed how much these innies and outies are the same people--truly arguing for nature over nurture at the moment.

I think people are both nature and nurture and I believe the show explores the grey areas brilliantly, but in episode five, I felt like I was watching "whole" characters and not just halves.

Innie Irving started the series as an earnest company sheep. He believed in Kier, Lumon, the "management" to such a degree that he'd tell on himself and his co-workers simply because he knows "Kier" would not approve. He drinks the proverbial punch. By episode five he is nearly identical to his outie: secretive, critical, outspoken, on a mission to find the exports hall, and distrustful of the entire Lumon mentality.

Innie Dylan started the series as a smart-ass, perk-seeking achiever. He believed in his own abilities, his intelligence, and is largely distrustful and territorial. By episode five he is unsure of his capabilities, feels like a failure, and especially wants to do right by his family (his wife, kids, and Irving). Like Dylan's wife said: he never quite "found his thing". Dylan thought he found his thing at Lumon. In season one, he still looked out for his co-workers by staying behind during OTC, but by episode five, innie Dylan is self-conscious and doubts himself and his value.

Innie Mark started the series as a perky, unbothered average joe. He did his job and that was that. He believed in Lumon's plan for the work, didn't ask questions unless it was to clarify that he was operating the "correct" way, and was open, albeit naively, about his emotions and thoughts. By episode five he is closed off, flippant, and distrustful of himself, Lumon, and his co-workers. He is angry and ready to blow his top just as outie Mark would. If you could not see outie Mark's personality shine through during Irv's "funeral" then I don't know which show you've been watching. Mark has engaged the same emotional repression outie Mark has.

Now, Helena is the only one who I think operates differently than the others. Helena becomes more like Helly rather than the other way around and it's fascinating. Helena started the series as a diligent, cold-blooded, dutiful daughter of Kier. She believed in her family's tradition, her protected status as an Eagan, and that she has "tempered" her emotions. By episode five, she is more like Helly than she cares to admit. Her anger is rising with heat rather than ice, she is vocal about her dissent in Lumon's plans (though, she's still going along with things for the moment), she fears Helly and her power over her life on the severed floor whereas in season one she felt totally in control.

Helena called the innies "animals" but I think she's at a point of desperation rather than hatred. She has lost control to the version of herself she deemed "wrong" -- the non-Lumon-friendly version.

Helly was loved for her authentic emotions. She achieved friendship, love, and purpose with the innies. On the outside, Helena is a mere prop for her family. And after living as an "innie" on the severed floor, Helena is coming to realize the personhood she was convinced she had over her innie.

Helena is coming to be more like Helly who, though trapped on the severed floor, is freer than she has ever been. She became playful (giving Irving his snow seal) adventurous (smiling in the tunnel with Mark on their way to the goats), outspoken (showing the picture of Gemma during the threat from Gwendolyn and the Goaties), emotive (touching Irving and telling him it's okay in one of the earlier episodes), and no, I do not think she was "trapping" Mark with the end goal of sex.

I don't think it's right but I don't think it was her or Lumon's goal. As far as the 'baby trap' theory goes: I don't think a company with so few scruples as Lumon would make a convoluted plan to get their heiress pregnant by some random worker is plausible when they could probably shut off Mark's brain/knock him out/steal some DNA instead.

I think Helena was nervous but exited to be around Mark. She waited for him to initiate a kiss in the hallway corner but didn't force him into one. She truly looked guilt-ridden when she told him she was sorry for being a distraction at the ORTBO. And again, I don't excuse her using Helly's identity in any way, but I truly do not think Helena rubbed her hands together after seeing the footage of Mark and Helly's kiss and said: "I'm going to ensnare this innie to have a baby with me."

Mark was her outlet to an expressive, honest love. But the issue here is, obviously, that Helena doesn't know how to be honest while being an Eagan.

Her laughter at the campfire shows how much Helly has been in her all along. She craves for the freedom Helly's emotions are given. Whether she'll realize it in time to do right by Mark, Dylan, and Irving is another thing entirely.

Mark, Dylan, and Irving are becoming like their outies where their true freedom lies. Helena is becoming like her innie where her true freedom lies.

[prettiestboytoy2]

I am so sick to my stomach with constant barge of morons and finance journalist trying to convince me just how much "behind" Europe is. "Lack of innovation!" they scream. What innovation?

Illegal hotels, illegal taxi, taxi for my food, everthing as an subscription/service, fake-internet-scam money and algorytm made exclusively with stolen intellectual property for explicit purpose of creating as much unemployment as physically possible. I am missing out so much!

Literally not an single day passes when i don't see "Economist" or "Bloomberg" tell me that my continent is dying because of heresy of workers rights, customer rights and privacy laws. Any country that has an audacity of not openly prostituting itself to corporations is deemed as "stagnant", "bureaucratic" or "slow to adapt".

Why does America has borderline religious desire to export one of the worst takes on business ethics and work-life balance ever created, to every corner of somewhat-developed world?.

[zvaigzdelasas]

There is an overwhelming case for the UK to intervene to stop a US oil tanker carrying 300,000 barrels of jet fuel for use by Israel in Gaza from docking in Gibraltar, according to a letter from a cross-party group of MPs addressed to David Lammy, the UK foreign secretary.

Protests in Spain led by trade unionists and political activists have already resulted in the owners of the Overseas Santorini abandoning plans to dock in the Spanish port of Algeciras. According to Marine Traffic, the ship is now destined to reach Gibraltar at 3pm UK time on Tuesday.

The Gibraltar government, however, insisted it had received no formal request to dock.[...]

Campaigners said the Overseas Santorini was carrying military-grade JP-8 fuel, delivered as part of a contract with the US government, that powers F-16 fighter jets. According to a UN investigation, it was probably an F-16, which are built using UK parts, that bombed British doctors from Medical Aid for Palestinians at a compound in Gaza in January.

The MPs, including members of the Scottish Nationalists, Labour and Green parties, have urged the government to “prohibit and prevent Gibraltar being used as a haven for the transport of military fuel used in Israel’s assault on Gaza”.

The letter said: “The jet fuel will be unloaded and used to fuel the Israeli air force’s F16 and F35 that drop bombs on the people of Gaza. The 300,000 barrels of fuel are sufficient for around 12,000 F-16 refuellings.”

It added: “The case to prevent Gibraltar’s facilities from being complicit in Israel’s breaches of international law are overwhelming. Tens of thousands of Palestinians have been killed in Israel’s assault.””[...]

In May, the Spanish foreign minister, José Manuel Albares, said Spain will not authorise ships carrying weapons for Israel to call at its ports after the country refused to let a ship call at the south-eastern port of Cartagena.[...]

The campaigners said the oil is being shipped by the Valero company from Corpus Christi, Texas and is aimed to reach the port of Ashkelon in Israel. For years, these regular shipments have stopped at Algeciras and Limassol, Cyprus.

On Monday, the business secretary, Jonathan Reynolds, announced he was making a free trade agreement with Israel one of his priorities in securing trade deals. But ministers are expected shortly to announce limited restrictions on arms export licences to Israel if the arms are deemed capable of being used in Israeli offensives in Gaza.

29 Jul 24

[probablyasocialecologist]

All media outlets in Israel, along with publishers and authors, must submit stories related to foreign affairs and security to the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) chief military censor before publication. No other Western country has such a system. It’s an archaic regulation that began soon after Israel was born. The censor has the power to entirely block the story or partially redact it. What’s deemed valid is highly questionable, since the priorities of the national security establishment will be very different to what’s required for a healthy, democratic state. This contradiction was clear when Israel’s chief censor, Ariella Ben Avraham, left her position in 2020 and took a job with the country’s leading cyber-surveillance company, NSO Group.

Antony Loewenstein, The Palestine Laboratory: How Israel Exports the Technology of Occupation Around the World

[thecosmicpool]

gotta start somewhere; why not in NORTHREACH?

ahhh northreach..let's start with you, eh?

this is where the majority of my worldbuilding has happened so far, i'll admit. i'm being kinda silly and going through each cultural region one by one, moving on to the next region whenever I deem whatever i'm working on "good enough."

left image: location map, triangles are small hamlets, x's are larger towns or even cities. basically the major settlements for each region. the big green expanse in the middle is actually a huge forest called the Jackdaw Wilds, i just forgot to put any indication that there were trees there lol....

right image: cultural map, each color is ROUGHLY where that culture tends to be the majority (at least with locals)

Northreach has the most variable temperatures in Yuwen, as it contains the tallest mountain in the Spinal Column (otherwise known as "the Spine," a mountain range which travels all the way along Yuwen's eastern side) Great Father Mtn in the Altain region, as well as the largest forest (Jackdaw Wilds), and Oxcairn Mtn in Terria, a (currently) dormant volcano.

Northreach functions on a bartering system economically, and exports a great deal of natural materials to other territories in Yuwen. it's capital city is Wildhaven-on-the-Lake, which is (as you can guess) located in that central lake at the bottom of the territory!!!

anyway that's all i can think of to dump about northreach atm. do you have any questions? let me know and i'll do my best to answer them!

[whalesforhands]

god! gojo

warnings: minors pls dni, smut in some parts, fem! reader, inspired by the anime ‘Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon?’

thank you for 1k! and here is the option that won the poll, i hope you all enjoy.

In a world where gods live among humans, they form guilds (Familias) and are able to grant ‘followers’ blessings (Falna), enabling them to gain powers beyond the average human’s capability. Each Familia is always led by a god who commands, helps their members grow stronger to build up their guilds.

With that said, being part of the Gojo Familia is extremely tough. Tough in the sense that… Nobody else wants to be part of the Familia known to have such an annoying God.

Gojo Satoru, a god born in the new age; he who precedes over Infinity, the one with the Six Eyes, the revered one throughout the Heavens and the Earth; The Honoured One. His power is absolute, his orders undisputed; yet, when he descended to the human world to live among these beings that he was meant to love—

He found it hard to do that. A little too hard… Especially for a god known to excel at anything he tried his hand at.

His riches from the heavens don’t translate to anything down here, his power restricted to only his innate abilities. Nobody wanted to revere a haughty god with no love for his subordinates despite the power that be boasted, a god that was too arrogant to accept any of his ‘beloved’ humans into his yet-to-be-set up Familia.

Even the fanatics that revered him were looked down on in disgust, the god turning his back on them and shunning what he deemed ‘repulsive, manic love’.

So he’s left without a penny to his name, shunned by the people and only the clothes on his back and his unfaltering will. He lived out his days lazing about the home of a minor deity named Masamichi Yaga, playing around within the trading Familia that specialized in the export of toys.

“Satoru.” Yaga is usually quite lenient with the younger god, usually allowed the deity to frolick around his cottage and mess with the multitude of unfinished stuffed toys within the home.

But even he knows that he was merely wasting his time here.

“You’re wasting your time here.” A click of his tongue as he gently pats down the ears of the fluffy plushie. “Find a purpose.”

“Tch! Yaga, y’er so stingy…!”

A glare from behind those telltale darkened shades shuts him up.

Yet, Gojo Satoru found no purpose. No meaning, no depth to these lowly humans. He considered them below him, considered them a nuisance. He only came down for one reason, he refuses to return until he’s learned exactly what was likable about those damned humans.

Until… He found you.

Fatally wounded and barely even able to maintain your consciousness, your breaths were unsteady and shallow, a slight breeze probably capable of killing you right then and there as you laid uselessly against the dingy brick wall.

Maybe it’s just a representation of how you’ve lived even until now.

“I guess—“ You smile, despite it all, clutching the bleeding wound in one hand and sighing. Your expression is soft, sad. A meaning to it that he never would’ve thought humans could possess even if he tried to imagine it. “I messed up… Haha…”

It’s pitiful to look down at.

“That’s it? Ya ain’t even gonna try to fight it?” He crouches down, legs bent and a hand on his cheek when he stares at you head on.

It hits a nerve, if you’re being honest. You’re trying to say your last words to probably the last being you’ll probably see in this lifetime.

“Would there be—“ A grunt of pain as your eyes squeeze shut, your sweat starting to sting against the open wound as you take a breath in. “A meaning to that?”

Huh? What? That’s not the answer he expected.

“Ya don’t value your own life, human?”

Don’t you? You’ve tried all this while. You’ve tried, you really did. Maybe it could be enough now.

“I-I think it’s enough that,” You think your vision is starting to blur as you try to smile. “That… I won’t die alone.” For a god who was known to lack love; he was certainly the kindest you have met, to be able to have the honour to know.

“Thank you.”

You heard that he was terrifying, that he would glare down at lesser beings with scorn and nauseating ego— And yet, here he was.

Looking you right in the eye in your final moments as he scrunches his nose, simply just watching as you try to fight the fading consciousness enough to hear the last bits of this life.

You can see him ponder, something unreadable flashing through those gleaming blue that practically glittered with the universe’s stars that begged you to count every single last one of them as you finally decide to give yourself peace, to let yourself—

“Tell you what,” A sparkle of blue and a flutter of icy white as the wind starts to pick up, a breeze so nostalgic that it makes your heart clamor and your hands tighten. It felt like a caress of summer against your cold face, an off feeling of wanting to look at the blue sky once more despite your wish to disappear.

“I’ll give ya a once in a lifetime chance.” The wind felt like it was chasing after you, stroking your cheek with the softness akin to dried-out clouds and sunlight that kissed you so softly.

Maybe you didn’t truly want to go.

“Join my Familia.”

——

“Satoru-sama, please wake up.” You’re trying to shake him awake, trapped in his embrace as he snores into your chest, his toned arm wrapped tightly around your midsection as you only hear a whine in return.

“Noooo…! You can’t go to the dungeons…” A spot of drool lolls onto your skin, his words muffled from pressing his face against your upper body, where he had ridden the fabric up to ensure that he had direct access to the softness of your body.

“S’ dangerous…”

You sigh.

“But Satoru-sama,” You start stroking his hair as you hear another whine, taking it as an opportunity to poke at one of his cheeks. “If we don’t go, we can’t pay rent here.”

Silence, followed by the feel of his fingers sneaking up your sides to grope at you. For someone who was meant to be a revered god, he certainly acts like a spoiled child in the mornings.

“Hmph… Make someone else go so you can stay here with me…”

“There are no other members in your Familia, Satoru-sama.”

Two months. That’s how long you’ve been bound to your Gojo Satoru, the glyph on your back evidence of his mark as you smile down at the half-awake deity.

Well, it’s not like you mind.

“Only ten minutes more, okay?”

Gojo Satoru was a selfish god. He indulged in whatever he felt like, acted upon every whim he had and never hesitated to say what was on his mind.

Yet, he was benevolent. Only to you, that is.

“Huh? Don’t ya want a reward for all the work you’ve done?” A raised brow as he stuffs another spoonful of stew into your mouth,

“I don’t think,” You chew, swallowing the creamy soup down before speaking once more, your hand reaching up in attempt to wipe at the remnant of liquid at the corner of your lip. “I have anything I particularly want, Satoru-sama.”

“Ahhh- You humans are so picky.” He’s back to poking at your stuffed cheek, making it a point to prod at your skin and trying to get a rise out of you as you succumb to his whims.

“Satoru-sama, being with you is enough payment for me.”

“Haaah… Can’t even decide anything for yourself can ya—“

He stops all of a sudden, your words striking a chord within him as he suddenly perks up, his chair screeching back from his sudden movement.

“Hoho. I think I got something you’d like.”

It started small. Hugs goodbye whenever you had to go pick up more ingredients for dinner, contrived pecks to your hand whenever you reached out towards him— Until physical contact became the norm in the humble little Familia that you both created.

You feel lucky that he indulges you so much.

“Say,” His cheek rests upon your head as he takes another inhale of your scent, his nose brushing against the sensitive nape of your neck from behind as you attempt to make dinner. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course, Satoru-sama.” A pat to the arm wrapped tight around your waist as the potato peeler sits still on the countertop. “I love you.”

It’s not just for show. Of course you love him. More than you could ever love anything else. Your god, your saviour, the only person who believed in you when you had given up on yourself.

You’d never pick anyone, anything over him. Even if he was stubborn, haughty, egotistic, provocative and possibly even exasperating at times; he was kind. He cared, he loved, he worried, he was simply him.

Your beloved Satoru. God or not, there was no other being like him.

There’s silence, the sound of his heart beat against your ear from his sheer height and tight hold. You feel his hand slowly trail over the skin of your midriff, making its way downwards to fiddle with the hem of the largely oversized tunic of clothing you donned as his eyes close.

“Would you be willing to do anything I say?”

You should hesitate when it comes to these types of questions. Should prepare to think it over if it were anybody but the one who granted you more than a Falna. He granted you a home, a place where you belonged.

He gave you peace. So there wasn’t any reason for you to deny him.

“Anything for you, Satoru-sama.”

Yet, even when he was inbetween your thighs, your legs carelessly thrown over his shoulders as your hands so thoughtlessly gripping at the bedsheets in fear of doing harm to your God— You could feel that he just wasn’t there with you.

“Saa— Sator-ru-sama… Hah…” Your trembling thighs squeeze harder around his head, hands practically losing their colour from how hard you had to grip on just to gain back enough to even speak.

“Shh…” He’s finally pulled his insistent tongue off of your clit, licking his lips of the essence dripping from his mouth as he smirks up at you, before he let his tongue lick up the length of your thigh.

“Ya feel good, don’t you? Just sit pretty and let me eat your sweet cunt out.”

And when you both were so intimately connected, his fingers so lovingly entwined with your own, your lips sharing; indulging in the taste of each other, experiencing the same blinding pleasure as he allows your head to tilt back, his chuckle and a kiss to your cheek as your eyes are blanked out—

He just seemed so far away.

Don’t get yourself wrong, don’t let yourself be tricked. There was adoration in his every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin and every tender, sweetened coo that slipped out of his mouth and into your ears.

“See? Told ya you can give me one more.”

“Hmm? Can’t hear you at all, honey~ Don’t babble your words.”

“My adorable little follower…” He pauses to press another chaste, sweaty kiss to your lips as your ankles press against his lower back, your arms wrapped tight around his neck as your eyes seep more tears from this overwhelming pleasure.

It felt hot, scalding even— Was celestial being semen meant to feel like this inside of you?

“Sa-Sator-Satoru…!”

“Oho— Hngh…” You can feel his cock spasm inside of you, twitching against that little, specific spot as your vision practically dot with searing white. “Forgetting— Your honourifics, huh?”

“But don’t— Hah— worry,” His playful fingers pinch at your nipples, head leaning down to kiss at the bitten, marred skin once more before those beautiful blue eyes peek up at you. “I’ll forgive my cute little devotee for anything…”

You think you’ve finally regained conscious when you awaken on top of a sturdy chest, your god’s hand tenderly stroking the back of your head, both of your legs tangled together as the sheets of your shared bed swirl with the fragrance of freshly aired out, perfectly dried and washed sheets.

You could ask how he managed to change them, how he managed to wash the both of you of sweat, how he managed to make the pot boil with the savoury scent of stew at the fireplace—

Yet, the first question that pervades you was none of that.

“Satoru-sama.” You can feel the way your naked chest was pressed against his, those blue eyes closed, hidden behind white-lashed eyelids as he continued to pet your head as one arm was settled behind him to act as a pillow.

“What were you thinking about?”

You know he knows exactly what you’re speaking of.

“Nothing much, sweetheart.” A playful pinch of your cheek as you feel the beginnings of a pout start to show on your face. “But starting to get curious about me, huh?”

“I— Wish to know, Satoru-sama.” You watch as one iridescent iris peeks out slightly from behind a closed eye, that mischievous smirk on his pretty face so infuriatingly cute.

“Do you now?”

“Please don’t tease me too much, Satoru-sama…”

A loud laugh that allowed your hands to feel how his chest vibrated beneath you, let your eyes watch how his face curved into that rich smile and gorgeous carelessness that you wanted to admire for hours on end.

Yet, you can’t help but sense the bitter, sour sweetness in his voice.

“A long time ago,” He pauses to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes as his own eyelids start to blink open. “I had a best friend.”

You hear him take in a breath, eyes shifting up towards the ceiling before they flickered back down to your curious gaze. “He was my one and only.”

You stay silent at that revelation.

“He loved you humans, you know?” You’re shifting your naked self up, adjusting the blanket that covered the both of you as his hand pulls your head forwards so that it was resting upon his chest. “It was weird to hear him talk about you all so much.”

You can see how lovingly your Satoru-sama spoke of him, how his tone dropped to such an earnest, yearning want. It felt like flowers that were fluttering in the summer wind, scattered and quiet; but so gentle and frail.

It makes you afraid of what you were about to ask.

“What happened to the both of you, Satoru-sama?”

It’s tense. Your body, pressed so vulnerably against his with your head against his chest… Could pick up on the way his heart rate picking up.

“I killed him with my own two hands.”

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[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Meet Neptune—born Saturday morning at 7:40am, named for the god of water and worshipped as the god of horses. In astrology, Neptune signifies compassion—something our wild horses and our world very much need right now!

Welcome to the world, little Neptune.

via American Wild Horse Conservation

It sounds like nightmarish fiction, but it's the grim reality: wild horses are being rounded up in the United States and then sold to slaughter — some of them destined for human consumption. These horses should be protected as a symbol of freedom and the country's wild landscape. Instead, they are being traumatically chased and rounded up by helicopters, then kept in nightmarish facilities, possibly for the rest of their lives. Sometimes, they are taken from these facilities — either under the guise of adoption, or sent away if they are deemed 'excess' — only to then be slaughtered for profit.

While the slaughter of horses for consumption is illegal in the United States, the practice is still very much alive in foreign markets — including in Canada and Mexico, the United States' closest neighbors, which also process these products for even more countries.  Luckily, the Save America's Forgotten Equines (SAFE) Act was just reintroduced in Congress. If passed, it would explicitly prohibit the slaughter of horses in the U.S. as well as ban their export for slaughter abroad. And it couldn't be passed soon enough. Our wild horses are suffering.

Sign the petition and demand that Congress pass the SAFE Act and save the country's beautiful, wild horses!

[mariacallous]

MYKOLAIV, UKRAINE—Kateryna Nahorna is getting ready to find trouble.

Part of an all-female team of dog handlers, the 22-year-old is training Ukraine’s technical survey dogs—Belgian Malinois that have learned to sniff out explosives.

The job is huge. Ukraine is now estimated to be the most heavily mined country on Earth. Deminers must survey every area that saw sustained fighting for unexploded mines, missiles, artillery shells, bombs, and a host of other ordnance—almost 25 percent of the country, according to government estimates.

The dogs can cover 1,500 square meters a day. In contrast, human deminers cover 10 square meters a day on average—by quickly narrowing down the areas that manual deminers will need to tackle, the dogs save valuable time.

“This job allows me to be a warrior for my country … but without having to kill anyone,” said Nahorna. “Our men protect us at war, and we do this to protect them at home.”

A highly practical reason drove the women’s recruitment. The specialized dog training was done in Cambodia, by the nonprofit Apopo, and military-aged men are currently not allowed to leave Ukraine.

War has shaken up gender dynamics in the Ukrainian economy, with women taking up jobs traditionally held by men, such as driving trucks or welding. Now, as mobilization ramps up once more, women are becoming increasingly important in roles that are critical for national security.

In Mykolaiv, in the industrial east, Nahorna and her dogs will soon take on one of the biggest targets of Russia’s military strategy when they start to demine the country’s energy infrastructure. Here, women have been stepping in to work in large numbers in steel mills, factories, and railways serving the front line.

It’s a big shift for Ukraine. Before the war, only 48 percent of women over age 15 took part in the workforce — one of the lowest rates in Europe. War has made collecting data on the gender composition of the workforce impossible, but today, 50,000 women serve in the Ukrainian army, compared to 30,000 before the war.

The catalyst came in 2017, years before the current war began. As conflict escalated with Russia in Crimea, the Ukrainian government overturned a Soviet-era law that had previously banned women from 450 occupations.

But obstacles still remain; for example, women are not allowed jobs the government deems too physically demanding. These barriers continue to be chipped away—most recently, women have been cleared to work in underground mines, something they were prevented from doing before.

Viktoriia Avramchuk never thought she would follow her father and husband into the coal mines for DTEK, Ukraine’s largest private energy company.

Her lifelong fear of elevators was a big factor—but there was also the fact that it was illegal for women to work underground.

Her previous job working as a nanny in a local kindergarten disappeared overnight when schools were forced to close at the beginning of the war. After a year of being unemployed, she found that she had few other options.

“I would never have taken the job if I could have afforded not to,” Avramchuk said from her home in Pokrovsk. “But I also wanted to do something to help secure victory, and this was needed.”

The demining work that Nahorna does is urgent in part because more than 55 percent of the country is farmed.

Often called “the breadbasket of Europe,” Ukraine is one of the world’s top exporters of grain. The U.K.-based Tony Blair Institute for Global Change, which has been advising the Ukrainian government on demining technology, estimates that landmines have resulted in annual GDP losses of $11 billion.

“Farmers feel the pressure to plow, which is dangerous,” said Jon Cunliffe, the Ukraine country director of Mines Advisory Group (MAG), a British nonprofit. “So we need to do as much surveying as possible to reduce the size of the possible contamination.”

The dogs can quickly clear an area of heavy vegetation, which greatly speeds up the process of releasing noncontaminated lands back to farmers. If the area is found to be unsafe, human deminers step in to clear the field manually.

“I’m not brave enough to be on the front line,” 29-year-old Iryna Manzevyta said as she slowly and diligently hovered a metal detector over a patch of farmland. “But I had to do something to help, and this seemed like a good alternative to make a difference.”

Groups like MAG are increasingly targeting women. With skilled male deminers regularly being picked up by military recruiters, recruiting women reduces the chances that expensive and time-consuming training will be invested in people who could be drafted to the front line at a moment’s notice. The demining work is expected to take decades, and women, unlike men, cannot be conscripted in Ukraine.

This urgency to recruit women is accelerating a gender shift already underway in the demining sector. Organizations like MAG have looked to recruit women as a way to empower them in local communities. Demining was once a heavily male-dominated sector, but women now make up 30 percent of workers in Vietnam and Colombia, around 40 percent in Cambodia, and more than 50 percent in Myanmar.

In Ukraine, the idea is to make demining an enterprise with “very little expat footprint,” and Cunliffe said that will only be possible by recruiting more women.

“We should not be here in 10 years. Not like in Iraq or South Sudan, where we have been for 30 years, or Vietnam, or Laos,” Cunliffe said. “It’s common sense that we bring in as many women as we can to do that. In five to 10 years, a lot of these women are going to end up being technical field managers, the jobs that are currently being done by old former British military guys, and it will change the face of demining worldwide because they can take those skills across the world.”

Manzevyta is one of the many women whose new job has turned her family dynamics on their head. She has handed over her previous life, running a small online beauty retail site, to her husband, who—though he gripes—stays at home while she is out demining.

“Life is completely different now,” she said, giggling. “I had to teach him how to use the washing machine, which settings to use, everything around the house because I’m mostly absent now.”

More seriously, Manzevyta said that the war has likely changed many women’s career trajectories.

“I can’t imagine people who have done work like this going back and working as florists once the war is over,” she laughed.

[whatwooshkai]

You have made me so curious about the differences between batches and cohorts!

IM GLAD!!!!!!!

Batches: A phenomenon only known to praxus, sparks spawn in hot spots in batches. batches are vaguely sibling-like (kind of like humans) and what really draws them together is their batch coding (they have no spark connection). A healthy praxian sparkling will grow up with their four or five (or more, rarely) batchmates. It can actually be detrimental for praxian sparklings to grow up in isolation, and are always raised together until it's deemed healthy for them to separate and go off on their own (about 75-100 vorns, about 50ish vorns before their adult upgrades- although most stay together until they're proper adults).

One of Praxus' exports, although somewhat rare, is sparkling batches, especially to Iacon, which is rich enough to afford them. That is because batched sparks make great enforcer cohorts.

Cohorts: Cohorts are enforcer teams. Pretty much all first responders are set up with some kind of team/brotherhood coding, which both protects them and makes them work better as a team. It's an extremely important social practice as well- think wolf packs. A lone enforcer is a dead enforcer (the mental strain of the coding can be detrimental to their health). The reason batches make great enforcers is because they're premade teams with a bond already (as they've grown up together, and do not need to have the cohort coding added manually).

Retired enforcers often live in group homes to create new "cohorts" with other retired enforcers to prevent them from going insane, and are permitted to move out once they've found a group they're comfortable with. Or, more extreme, they'll have the coding removed entirely- although the procedure doesn't have a 100% success rate and it's rare to find a medic who will do it.

[mygstrefund]

Explore the concept of deemed exports and their differentiation from regular exports. Learn about the conditions to qualify as deemed export

[bean-bean2000]

The Maid - Part 12

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Sorry for the wait, I had writer's block and wasn't feeling very inspired but I think the story is coming along how I want it to now!

Thank you and enjoy!

Part 11

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He slams the door to his chambers closed and stalks towards two royal guards.

"Nobody enters besides her and myself, for all rooms during her duty hours. No harm is to come to her or I will see to it myself!" Loki barks his orders as he rushes past them towards his library. The two guards scurry quickly to the doors and immediately stand watch as the king disappears around the corner. They give each other a confused look, baffled by the kings sudden emotional outburst in relation to a maid, but they shrug it off as a potential lover's quarrel.

Loki rushes into the royal library and scours for any book he can find on purple auras. He went through countless books, spending hours at the desk flipping through page after page, with no luck.

Frustrated he slams the book closed.

"Don't take your frustration out on the book, dear. It did not wrong you." the Allmother says as she slowly walks up to meet Loki at the table.

"Not now mother." Loki snips at her as he presses the palms of his hands to his eyes to ease the growing headache.

"What ails you so, my son?" she asks as she places her hand gently over his, moving his hands from his face so he can look at her.

"Dark purple auras. Do you know of any book or research I can find on it?" he asks with a deep sigh.

"Dark purple auras? My, I haven't spoken of this since you were a boy. You already know, I doubt I have to repeat myself." she states.

"Yes, mother, I remember. Surely you know more than what you told me when I was a boy. Is there truly no other research out there?" he groans in annoyance as he huffs and crosses his arms on his chest.

"It's the maid, isn't it?" she asks him with her brows raised and slight smile tugging at her lips.

"I haven't seen you act like this since you last had an interest in a woman as deeply as you do her. For you to spend hours researching this must be related to her, hm?" she questions him.

Loki sighs deeply.

"There's something odd, mother. She is not Asgardian."

"And? Many immigrants come to and fro Asgard." Allmother states.

"No. It's not that. I read her mind. I know Mother, I shouldn't have but I had to. Her father, well adoptive father, found her as a babe, in between the realms as he was travelling to import and export items."

"How is that possible?" Allmother asks.

"I know, mother. I asked myself the same question but she is not lying. I would know."

"This has never been heard of. Surely if such a thing were to happen we would have gotten word of it!" Frigga exclaims.

"No, Mother. Nobody claimed her. All the realms who knew of her existence deemed her to be a curse. They wanted her gone. When her adoptive parents decided to keep her, everyone swore silence to prevent being cursed by the girl. When her mother passed, her father kicked her out, blaming her and her curse. He passed soon after. She has been alone for years now. I see a purple aura surrounding her, mother. I do not know who she is but she is powerful." Loki rants to his mother with a pep in his step as his passion grows on the subject, yearning for his mother's approval and opinion.

"We need to speak to your father about this."

"No! Please, Mother. Let me try to figure this out on my own. If it gets out of hand, I will request you and father's help." Loki pleads.

"Very well. As soon as it becomes an issue, I will intervene. Here, these are all of the scripts and books we have accumulated over centuries on purple auras. They're kept in the secret vault. Bring them back to me when you are done."

Three books and a few scriptures appear on the table between them.

"Yes, Mother." Loki says and she walks out of the library, slowing shutting the door closed behind her.

As soon as she's gone, he sits at the table and begins reading the books on by one.

The first sighting of the aura dates back centuries. There was a rise in sightings following the first Great War, one which took the most deaths recorded in Asgardian history.

Only the most skillful in magic were able to detect this aura. For years, the most powerful healers were unable to cure them and extract their true aura. Those effected were mainly soldiers who fought in the battle, who suffered greatly, who everything they knew and loved. This aura worked as shield around their heart, protecting them from the trauma and horrific memories, as a result, they also lost their sense of emotion.

Cases have been reported where neighbours claimed that they were once a vibrant, enthousiastic and lively people who now walked the grounds as if their souls were in a trance, trapped, lost and confused.

Only one case was reported where the dark purple aura was reversed. A mother, who sacrificed herself for her nephew, her only living relative when Frost Giants attacked Asgard. Her love for the boy pushed through the trance and made her jump in front of him, taking the blow from the giant, striking her to the ground. As she lay there, her nephew crying and holding her head, pleading her to stay alive, she professed her unconditional love for him. In her last moments, her aura turned light blue, and she smiled, tears falling down her face as she felt again before falling limp in his arms.

Though it was brief, it was still observed by many and recorded thoroughly, albeit being the one and only to ever be seen again.

Others who suffered with the dark purple aura either lived the rest of their days in that emotionless trance, fulfilling their days with meaningless tasks, or they simply stop living all together and pass away in their sleep.

The strongest soldiers who possessed magic were the most unpredictable. Some cases have been recorded of soldiers burning down entire forests, simply from a nightmare or flashback. Others have flooded entire cities while they cried at night. Their deep onset of emotions were being expressed through their magic, coming through erratically and dangerously.

As a result, it was decided by the Allfather that they must be laid to rest, to stop any further suffering to themselves and others.

A warning to any who may cross the path of a powerful soul possessing magic with a dark purple aura: Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

....

Loki flips through the remaining pages of the book only to find them blank. That was the last entry. The other scripts were detailed maps of the recorded sightings.

He closes the book with a loud thump and sits back in his chair, breathing out a long frustrated sigh. The last words replaying in his mind:

Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

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Once you finish your work, you open the door and notice a pair of guards following you but shrug it off as you arrive to the king's office. The guards stop and stand guard by the door.

You look back at them and shake your head, heading to your room at the back.

Once you sit on your cot you begin to decompress and meditate to ground yourself. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of your breathing and the birds chirping outside, remembering the days events. You breathe in and out deeply before your mind wanders back to an old memory, one you haven't thought of in a long time. The most heartbreaking betrayal you have ever had. It left you broken for years. The feelings begin bubbling deep inside you as anger replaces the guilt and sorrow.

I gave him everything and he tore my heart and shattered it into pieces. He gained my trust just to drug me, sell me, and throw me away like a piece of meat.

Your mind is racing as the angers builds inside you, replaying the exchange with Loki over and over again. Your anger is rising with each second until you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You eyes bolt open as you stare into green ones in front of you.

Loki jumps back in shock as he looks into red eyes , flames burning in the irises.

You look around and notice your room is scorched. Everything around you is burnt to a crisp, but you are unharmed.

"Hey hey it's okay." Loki tries to soothe you.

You turn to his voice and your anger flares again when you remember he read your mind without your consent.

He sees your anger build as the heat in the room begins to rise astronomically. Loki teleports to you and puts two fingers on your temples, pulling you to sleep.

As you fall limp in his arms, the temperature in the room drops.

He looks around the remnants of the room then back to your sleeping form in his arms in disbelief, his mind flashing the warning from the books behind his eyes.

Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

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[jamtlandsarkiv]

This is kind of DenSu related, I guess. What are your thoughts on the Scandinavian trio during the Kalmar Union? I have my own thoughts, but would love to hear yours.

June 6th, 2024 was the 501st anniversary of Sweden leaving the Kalmar Union!

The Kalmar Union era was a fascinating and widely misunderstood period that strongly affected the region. I wrote a list of common misconceptions, a summary of the period plus a thought experiment about how it might have affected Mathias and Björn under the cut!

It really topples my chimney to see people use the Kalmar Union period to justify why DenSu would have an unhealthy relationship. Here is a quick summary of the most common misconceptions in the fandom about the union:

Sweden was forced into the union. No, the union was a voluntary agreement proposed by Denmark to combat a powerful union of German states that would threaten the Nordic states' dominance in the Baltic Sea region.

The union was a period of severe oppression for Swedes. No, the first 50 years of the union were peaceful and the union achieved its goal of creating a unified Nordic region. The conflicts began later in the union's lifespan as the Danish authorities attempted to centralize power under the Danish crown and attempted to introduce laws that the Swedes deemed unfavorable.

The Stockholm Bloodbath was a civilian massacre. No, it was a mass execution of politically influential anti-union aristocrats as punishment for coordinating armed rebellions against the Danish king.

I'll be honest: the way I write Mathias, Björn, their backgrounds and their roles in society, they would have no interactions with each other that were motivated by the union. The idea is that in my Nationverse, all immortals live as unassuming citizens. They could take on political roles, but they'll have to work hard to climb the ladder like anyone else, and they can't hold on to power forever (as they would have to "die"). Björn in particular lives in northern Sweden, very far away from the conflicts that arose as a consequence of the union.

The Kalmar Union was a mutual agreement proposed by Queen Margareta of Denmark and agreed upon by various leaders of Sweden. The union was established in 1397. The goal of the union was to combat the increasingly powerful Hansen union between the German states. The two member states agreed to collaborate economically, establish a common foreign policy and provide military support to each other. Danish King Erik was crowned as the king of the union.

Because Denmark was the most populous member of the union then and the union's leadership was overwhelmingly Danish, the Swedes grew increasingly dissatisfied at the union. They believed that its terms transferred power to Denmark and were unfairly disadvantageous to Sweden. The first protest of the union, the Engelbrekt Rebellion of 1434, was in response to a tax hike across the union to fund Denmark's war against German state Holstein. Swedes were already unhappy at being drafted into Denmark's faraway war, which came with the additional disadvantage that Sweden, as a member state in their union, wasn't able to export to an important trade partner. This pattern of events (Denmark doing something that didn't benefit Sweden, Swedes protesting against it) continued over the next century and built a strong anti-union political current.

The Stockholm Bloodbath was the tipping point of the anti-union movement. Swedes, thoroughly exhausted of the union by the 1500s, protested the crowning of Danish King Kristian II as the King of Sweden. Several influential aristocrats associated with the pro-independence Sture Party coordinated civilian rebellions against Kristian II, but were unsuccessful in overthrowing him. The Danish and Swedish authorities came to an agreement that Kristian II would be crowned King of Sweden, while the Sture Party associates would be granted amnesty. Kristian II invited these aristocrats to his coronation in Stockholm under the guise of a peaceful meeting, only to carry out his true plan to walk back on the agreement and execute them for treason. Unsurprisingly, this only strengthened the anti-union sentiment and Sweden, led by Gustav Vasa, exited the union in 1523. (The remainder of the Party also opposed Vasa and were executed by him several years later.)

Now you all know why I always roll my eyes at the notion that Björn would have been executed at the Stockholm Bloodbath. It explicitly suggests that he was a prominent political figure with anti-union sympathies who had a hand in orchestrating a rebellion against the King of the Kalmar Union. I really do not like writing these fictional characters as having significant influence in a universe that's about experiencing real history. The way I write the characters is that they live as regular citizens unnoticed by humans, while their interpersonal relations with other immortals are partially based on historical events. The character's home region factors strongly into their life story and relationships as well, which is why my Northern Swedish Björn has a much less violent rivalry with Mathias than a Southern Björn would.

The relationship between Mathias and Southern Björn during this period could be represented as them agreeing to work together against a common threat, but their differences eventually tore them apart and made them enemies. They wouldn't be enemies or have a one-sided relationship in the present day. Björn could possibly have participated in some of the many anti-union rebellions that were carried out by armed civilians, although it's unlikely that he would have come face-to-face with Mathias in combat unless Mathias was serving in the Danish Army. Denmark did not have independent civilian combatants.

Many other inhumane attacks against civilians occurred during this period that could justify a more hateful relation between these two, but I do not treat these characters as representatives of their states, leaders, governments, monarchies, authorities and so on. Their beliefs and life stories are a combination of the culture of the people they represent and their unique experiences. Their lives aren't reenactments of their authorities' every decision.

[mochifiction]

Am I back with more Transformers Bloodborne designs? Yes! I would also like to say that, in terms of the structure of Cybertron in this continuity, I have made some adjustments that are different from the posts I’ve previously made. However, I think that they were done in the continuity’s best interests! So, please meet Elita One: The Prime Minister of Carcer! Elita is not of noble blood. Rather, she was an attendant for the previous Prime Minister’s conjunx endura. She learned early on that, if she was not part of the upper class, most importantly if they did not see her as worthy of their time, she and others like her were no better than cogs in a machine. So, she remained calculating, playing her part. However, she was quick to learn in her work that the Prime Minister had exported Carcer’s resources without any intent of advocating for aid on behalf of Carcer to the Cybertronian Senate. Elita understood that things could stand as they were no longer, instead working on unifying Carcer’s people in secret. She used her privilege and knowledge to provide aid, setting up hidden libraries of literature and energon. She taught what she learned in a world they deemed so impossible to engage with. The people loved her, stood by her, and had great faith in her. Elita was a vessel for the people, determined to bring justice and independence to Carcer as their own intergalactic state. Revolution didn’t come overnight. It took quite some time, but by the power of the people, Elita took the role of Prime Minister and made it very clear upon her first appearance to the Senate that she did not yield to any banner, flag, government, or man unless they were of Carcer. She surprised senators with how she saw through false promises. She even called out the abuse some senators inflicted on their own attendants. It was through this she developed friendships with Soundwave, the attendant of Senator Ratbat with supposed “magical” properties. Her open criticism of the Senate also earned her a deep kinship with Senator Shockwave, who invited her to his charity galas and discourse meetings with those under his reign. He was a genuine man, a GOOD man. Elita saw early on they had the same interests, and they corresponded frequently, even if she was not on Cybertron. It was through him she met the darling scholar Orion Pax, Iacon’s best student. It was the two of them that sparked the embers of reform and resistance when Shockwave was murdered. She refused to let the Senate forget it. Senator Shockwave was their last thought before the end.