#Jack D. Ripper

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

mutually assured destruction

[claustrophobicandexcatholic]

[shiftwux]

[jean-optimal]

Иллюстрации к тРПГ по D.Gray-Man к эпизодам:

"В поисках Потрошителя"

"Родная Кровь: И где я так согрешил?"

Разумеется, с участием маршала Кросса)

[turgidmuff]

it's so funny the left pic is the only draft i posted on instagram until i finished them and now they're extra fruity. putting an official thing up on Etsy tomorrow these were so much fun to make

[asexplainedbyttoi]

It’s been a wild week for politics

First, there was the budget

Rishi Sunak left as Tory leader

Only to be replaced by Kemi Badenoch

Another in a long line of evil, racist, transphobic, hateful ghouls who has ever served as Tory Party leader

And stateside, RFK Jr

Believes he’s living in the plot of Dr Strangelove

Which can only end one way

And to cap it all off, the US Election is on November 5th

November 5th is of course is our fireworks night. Our election was held on July 4th, which was the Americans’ fireworks night. Funny how that happened.

Brace yourselves.

[monochrome-cropcrown]

4 MORE DAYSSS!!!

[anisethefiaadmin]

Chapter 4 of My Knife’s So Nice and Sharp is UP!

A cookie from Chapter 4: The Ten Bells

They both soared in the sky above an unused patch of ground just to the east of the stone circle and south of the gamekeeper’s hut, playing a pick-up game of Quidditch. The school year was nearly over, all of the students were caught up in their own affairs, and it had been easy for the two of them to sneak off. 

As always, Malfoy was taunting her lightly, teasing her. “Come on, Weasley! Is that the best you can do? Is there a Sinking hex on your broom? No? Then give me a fair fight, can’t you?” As always, it was hard to stay annoyed with him when he swirled and dipped in lovely loops through the air with the grace of a dancer, when the summer sun shone on his brilliant hair and his devilish smile.  

At last, they were both diving towards the Snitch, Ginny breathless and laughing, the wind whipping her own hair into a torrent of red and gold. She was so near it; her hand ready to close on the golden ball, and so was his. They both grasped at the same moment, and her fingers interlaced with his.

They both stopped in the air, as if by mutual agreement. 

“The– the snitch is mine,” said Ginny. She seemed to be having unusual difficulty in catching her breath. 

He shook his head, and she was so close to him that she could see the warmth in his silvery eyes. “You’re wrong, I’m afraid. I say that it’s mine.”

How could he sound so calm, she wondered dazedly, how could he sit so straight on his broom, so close to her and yet suddenly much too far away? 

“No,” she managed to say, and she nudged her broom forward a couple of inches. She was still too far away from him, because they were not yet touching. She shivered in a suddenly cold blast of wind. 

“Here,” he said roughly, taking the Slytherin scarf from his neck and looping it round hers. 

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Air Force General Jack D. Ripper from Doctor Strangelove or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

[reppyy]

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

No one I ever knew or have spoken to resembles you. This is good or bad, all depending on my general mood.

[claustrophobicandexcatholic]

something something purity of essence

[numiolaes]

Aemond is obsessed with women and that obsession takes a few forms/steams from a few places. He craves motherly affection, he feels because he is a second son and his purpose is to marry outside the family for politics he's been denied the Targaryen spouse he deserves, and he has felt alienated from women since his disfigurement which led to him thinking about them a lot more than he already was.

he doesn't see women as lesser, he loves his mother and acknowledges her strength too much to not, but he does see them as different. Some of that comes from his general lack of socialization with women and girls but it also stems from his thoughts and fixations around motherhood and procreation (yes ofc he has a breeding kink). Men cannot create life inside them and women can which fascinates him and is something he sees as important and precious. Aemond prefers the religious beliefs of the valyrians but he does care about the aspect of the Mother from the Seven. Life, passion, fire, blood and sex/sensuality are important in the valyrian beliefs so those two things help to cement his fixations and sense of reverence.

He's not much of an "all women are queens" type of guy though. Part of his obsession is because he was isolated by women and girls and even bullied by some of their girl cousins as a boy after he lost his eye and that still stings for him. He does feel entitled to having a partner but not just like, a woman in general or a perfect trad wife girlie or something, but a true equal and he is bitter about not having that. It's got a few levels; he wants to feel like at least one person out there loves him genuinely for himself, he wants to strengthen his stance as a man and targaryen in every sector, and his beliefs around procreation.

The first is obvious, the second is that having a strong capable wife (ideally valyrian) who he successfully cares for signals him as successful as a man by the standards they live by, the third is that he believes there should not be an imbalance in the energies when one couples, especially when conception is involved as if the amounts of energies to be used in making the baby are not proportional it will lead to complications in the pregnancy, stillbirths, defects etc.

He's very sensitive to this idea of energies, giving them away, how they effect things etc. He doesn't sleep with sex workers, or have affairs or any of that because of this. He doesn't believe that say, spending his seed in these "lesser" costs him his vital essence as fire can be replenished but it can lead to issues for himself, them and any children. He sees Targaryen energy as particularly potent because their dragonblood and to pour that into an unfit vassal would be like trying to keep embers in a paper bag.

(snipping just bc this is a long ass post)

This has definitely led his sexuality in interesting directions since he has a very high sex drive but actively doesn't want to get with any woman who doesn't fit his criteria, so he's developed a lot of like voyeuristic, solo and non penetrative fetishes and found other ways to channel the energy. I hesitate to call him an incel tho he does have some of those vibes bc this is like voluntary to semi-voluntary celibacy lol. His sense of entitlement and bitterness around his lack of a partner in part comes from the idea of something like soulmates. if he is to be one half of a union which produces perfect healthy children then logically there is a woman/women who match him. So where is she?

Another thing that makes him adverse to having sex outside of something like a intimate committed relationship is his trauma from his rape as a child. He just genuinely doesn't feel very safe around women in that context without knowing who they are as a person so he's not inclined to seek them out casually. There's a lot that makes him feel uncomfortable or elicits a visceral reaction which makes him feel ashamed and emasculated and he doesn't want that side of him to be seen. At the same he also wants this comfort that, for him at least, could only really come from a woman that would help soothe this. Also a lot of his other issues would be cured if he could knock someone up, like the ones around acceptance, family, love etc. He's unhinged like that.

Going back to his ideas around energies, pregnancies, women etc. I'll use Rhaenyra at the family dinner as an example. For one tho he has major beef with her, she was never more beautiful, attractive, and pure to him than when he saw her pregnant. If/when he learns about her miscarriage and the context around it he would feel genuine sorrow and remorse, it's a terrible thing to happen to a mother and he's sad it happened, especially to a Targaryen woman of his blood. But he also would not be too surprised since she was around so much death while pregnant between Vaemond and sitting next to Viserys. Especially Viserys as he's like a black hole of negativity and decaying energy which would negatively impact the child. Then of course the news was even more damaging negative energies. Even a woman of a strong stock like theirs would be effected by these large amounts of necrotic energies. He also thinks very poorly of Daemon over this because he didn't shield her from these energies as is his duty and even contributed. Like fr he now sees him as a major flop of a father/partner lol.

I could probably say more but this is already just WAY TOO LONG so I won't.

[recreationalfanfics]

Okay, tell me what you think of this:

Record of Ragnarok but one of the human Champions is Rook Hunt from Twisted Wonderland.

[pixeldog4ever]

General Jack D. Ripper: Mandrake, do you realize that in addition to fluoridating water, why, there are studies underway to fluoridate salt, flour, fruit juices, soup, sugar, milk... ice cream. Ice cream, Mandrake, children's ice cream.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: [very nervous] Lord, Jack.

General Jack D. Ripper: You know when fluoridation first began?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: I... no, no. I don't, Jack.

General Jack D. Ripper: Nineteen hundred and forty-six. 1946, Mandrake. How does that coincide with your post-war Commie conspiracy, huh? It's incredibly obvious, isn't it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual. Certainly without any choice. That's the way your hard-core Commie works.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Uh, Jack, Jack, listen... tell me, tell me, Jack. When did you first... become... well, develop this theory?

General Jack D. Ripper: [somewhat embarassed] Well, I, uh... I... I... first became aware of it, Mandrake, during the physical act of love.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Hmm.

General Jack D. Ripper: Yes, a uh, a profound sense of fatigue... a feeling of emptiness followed. Luckily I... I was able to interpret these feelings correctly. Loss of essence.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Hmm.

General Jack D. Ripper: I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women uh... women sense my power and they seek the life essence. I, uh... I do not avoid women, Mandrake.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: No.

General Jack D. Ripper: But I... I do deny them my essence.

[nowiamquietlywaiting]

“But I deny them my essence.”

- General Jack D. Ripper, Dr Strangelove