#Partitionism

[dougielombax]

You do realise that the idea of and the campaign for the reunification of Ireland predates that Star Trek episode where it’s mentioned by a good 70+ years.

Right?

Right?!

It’s not just a meme!

To suggest otherwise (and I’ve heard plenty of stupid British royalists and idiot partitionists say otherwise! And they’re still wrong!) is deeply insulting to the people who support such an idea and to republicanism as a whole.

It’s much bigger than that.

You do know that.

Right?

Right?!

[helleanorlance]

So I have kind of made friends with this gay guy in his early 30s who is new in town. And he’s a lot and truth be told sometimes I have no idea what he is saying. But also I like him. But he REALLY wants to date and has like asked me about my preferences in guys and has NOT picked up that I’m a lesbian but I’m also not really out at work (which is how I know him) so I just do NOT know what to say.

[thecraftybear]

Genocide has many forms and many sugary names to hide its true nature. Stealing children and indoctrinating them to love the occupant and forget their heritage is just one more heinous crime which should not be forgotten nor left without atonement - be it USA, Australia or Russia.

"The stealing of Ukrainian children by Russians and their russification reminds me of how Russian nobility "established guardianship" over kids during Wars in Caucasus (18-20th centuries), after they had murdered all their relatives in their homes and on their land, taking the kids away, stripping them of their language and culture.

There's a lingering feeling that this is all - one long, long colonial war with no end in sight. A war that will be our doom. For the enemy is just too strong, the forces are too unequal. But now there is also hope. A hope for freedom. The name of this hope is Ukraine."

- writes a Chechen woman.

— Grozny, the capital of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria, after Russian "liberation" in 2000.

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[thesouthernsuccubus]

Sitting between a priest’s legs during confession, on your knees. Giving him slow, gentle head while he absolves his partitioners, one by one — and finally, taking his seed down your throat, and letting him absolve you too. We are all filthy sinners after all, aren’t we, Father?

[owlespresso]

Leander coddles you. Ais would teach you learn how to fly by dropping you.

Ais abides by your requests for assistance, suspiciously often for someone who acts so disinterested. He stalks your shadow, and ultimately sends you headlong into danger. The best way to make someone honest is through fear. The best way to help someone learn is similar. Danger provides a motivation that he knows can elevate you. 

He stalks your shadow and banters with you as you head towards your destination, sometimes quiet, sometimes playful. Regardless, there’s almost always a steadying hand on your shoulder, accompanied by the knowledge that he believes in you, and what you can accomplish.

Minutes or hours later, when you are surrounded by enemy gang members or a pack of bloodthirsty soulless, he is nowhere to be seen. He slinks away, keeping careful distance as he observes your reactions, notes your capabilities or your lack of them. 

Upon reuniting with him, he takes your petulant rage with easy coolness, pointedly educating or reminding you about his philosophies and methods. 

This is the most efficient way to teach you, he reasons. He chases away your anger with placating words and genuine compliments. He strokes a soothing hand down your shuddering spine, sweeps you into the strong cage of his arms to rock you back and forth. His chaste comfort quickly changes into something carnal, something a deeper red when he glides his sharp canines down the side of your throat, noses over your pulse. Your blood races now for a different reason.

Or perhaps, it is a way to carefully let you know how much you need him. 

Leander is steadfast to your side whenever he catches you leaving the Wet Wick. His followers and partitioners are left abandoned, business shoved aside for later for the lone purpose of tailing you. He’s not sure if you’re aware of how valuable his time is, how in demand he is across Lowtown—but that’s also what may charm him.

He eagerly assists you in every task. He slings spells at your foes to defend you, pulls you away from the line of fire and into his side. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs, extends a hand when you have to jump down from a fence or a crate. Like a prince helping you off a horse.

He wants you to depend on him. The Bloodhounds and regulars of the Wick become increasingly aware of his attachment to you, the claim he has silently staked. Even when he is not by your side, there’s almost always a green cloak in the vicinity, ready to help you with a disconcerting smile and dead eyes.

He second guesses your decisions, subtly, politely. He insists, on occasion, that you misremember smaller details that, well, perhaps you really did. He disarms you with his fond smile and blatant willingness to assist you with whatever you ask. He provides you with a roof over your head, with food and drink—and he is quite insistent on handling the drinks.

Leander doesn’t need you to get stronger. Leander prefers you pliant and differential, willing to depend on his strength and his connections. He wants to surround you with himself and all he has. You may second guess his decisions, but you always sleep easily at night.

friendly disclaimer: this was written before the game's release and as such may contain portrayals that are inaccurate. all you see above is purely a predictive interpretation that may be disproven with the game's full release.

[kit-williams]

Sacrament of Sin

tw: Yandere, Religious kink, Corruption kink, Word Bearer, Dollification (or rather the desire to dollifiy), Lolita darling

The Demon in his mind saw his Lamb first. In the crowd of partitioners in the cathedral. Dedicated to a smaller warp god that could be easily brought into the fold. Jihias Kinreaver enjoyed bringing worlds in via peaceful means he enjoyed preaching much like his father had and while he was far from like his long dead brother Argel Tal in his union with his neverborn... He had felt its presence pull away from him during his sermon as he watch the Lamb shiver from the touch of the beyond.

She looked like a child... she reminded him of dolls his long gone grandmother would collect with their dresses so pressed with layers and frills and lace. The lace on the collar hidden under the white bow and the lace of the veil pinned into her hair as she sat in a pew listening with a frown on her face. Did his lamb not enjoy his speech? No he would learn it was the gods that he was bringing to the planet she did not find herself fond of.

It was the commotion after the Midnight Mass that caused him to leave his quarters and find one of his priests and his Lamb engaged in a debate. A large white bow clipped on the back of her head and another pulling on her waist resting perfectly crisp just above her rear. Her legs were covered in white stockings with shiny black shoes. He watched his Lamb fold her arms over her chest as a deeper frown formed on her face. "You're not answering me you're just repeating what your lord said! How are they suppose to help me? It sounds like they are gods for warriors."

He hardly paid attention to what the priest had said till he tried to slap the Lamb and was pleasently surprised as she instead grabbed his wrist and slapped him back. "You little-"

"Oh I'm sorry is that not how I'm supposed to worship the Blood god?" She hissed back. She tried to pull away but her eyes suddenly fell upon Jihias. And Jihias... did not feel like a shephard in that moment as his own golden eyes rushed over her form... Jihias felt like a wolf as he had to refrain from licking his lips at the way her eyes looked at him.

"Now what commotion do we have at this late hour. " He purred out as he walked over, his robes making him look slightly smaller... less imposing... less like a weapon of war and give him a far friendlier appearence.

"I was," She speaks up and pulls her arm away from his priest as she pushes the wrinkles in her skirt away, "I was trying to learn more. I don't see how these new gods are any better than the deity we already worship." Jihias looked to his the Lamb giving her his full attention as she spoke with her heart. Of course there were always members of a flock who were stubborn and required far more hands on help to get them in line. "You said that they were still fine to worship."

"That I did little one." He watched the way her eyes flicked over his form for a moment as he could feel the way his neverborn slunk into her shadow and practically pressed itself into her back... if the veil was thinner perhaps it would have manifested as well. it smells so sweet... its soul so refreshing... l̸̙͇̗͚͚͠ḙ̶͊̌̍̇͜͝t̶̛͈̩́̅̊ ̸̨͎̓̿̉̚̚͜ů̶͜s̵̞͔̭͊ ̸͓̮̞̂̈́̾̂̕t̴̳̒a̸̰̼̹̲͇̓̿̓͊s̷̛̰̤͗̒͒͋t̶͈̜͐̈͝ę̸̛̛͔̻̦̀̀ͅ ̷̫̈́̍͆i̸̮̱̍́̓̚͜t̶̡̡̖̖̾̓̚

Jihias smiles warmly as he places a hand on her shoulder feeling the way she tenses as the hairs on the back of her neck raise with each lick the neverborn does. She slides a hand over the back of her neck feeling the phantom tickles of a tongue that isnt there. "I just... don't see how they benefit me. They feel very intense and far more for warriors and if there isn't any harm in continuing to worship my deity then I will keep doing so."

"Of course little Lamb." He replies so sweetly as he would happily be there to scoop her up and save her from her own foolish mistakes. "But I can easily explain to you how they can help you."

"I wouldn't want to bother you my Lord... you are a space marine after all... I figured-"

"That you could get it from a far more human source?" He finishes her thought and relishes the flicker of fear in her eyes. His fingers flexing to make sure she can't just slip away like she did the other. "Of course, I understand your reasoning." He says turning slightly, his large hand spreading out across her upper back as he pushes her toward his loaned study. He can feel the way she tenses up... the way she gets jumpy... she can see the predator in his eyes.

A shephard doesn't just tend a flock for no reward now does he? What is the point of tending all the ewes and rams? To enjoy the fruits of his labors... to get the milk from the ewes and wool yes but sometimes he enjoyed the tender meat of lambs. Though she was hardly a lamb anymore right? More close to a maiden ewe... he could feel his neverborn press against her... test her... feel her flesh just teasingly behind the veil of reality.

"What do you think of the Blood Lord?" He coos out softly deciding to start there.

"A warrior god. I have no desire to cave in the skulls of others as that is left for the warriors." His Lamb replied as he could tell she was uncomfortable and very much hesitant to enter the room alone with him trying to take a step back.

"What of the Lord of Change?" He allowed her to resist entering the study.

"I don't have any magic and I have a very tarnished silver tongue so it hardly helps me." She countered back.

"What about the great Grandfather?"

"I don't see how causing people to become sickly and die helps?" She says with a whimper as she is finally brought into his study. He watches her take a seat in one of the chairs that is much too big for her looking like a children's toy left behind. Let us play with the doll His neverborn purred and he could feel the excitement rush through him as he knew his neverborn wouldn't handle this dolly gently.

Jihias handed her a cup of something warm just to help keep those tired eyes of her's open.

"And what of the Prince of Pleasure?" He asked clicking his tongue looking over at her shift uncomfortably.

"I don't very much like pain..." She says hoping that it would be enough for him.

"Understandable but what about his other side?"

She sighs as it's clear she is tired and perhaps a bit more crude than she was meaning to say, "I haven't had sex yet. Haven't found the right one yet so maybe if I find the right one then maybe the Prince might apply to me? I guess." She says before sipping the drink.

Jihias hid his predatory grin rather well. "Of course perhaps the prince could help you with that. It doesn't have to go to the extremes... I know your deity espoused moderation but perhaps with the other three that might... but alright but with the Prince it's all about feeling good and comfortable." His tongue clicked as he walked around the chair she was in. He could feel the Prince's influence as he thought back to the memory of dealing with the Drukhari and just how some of their victims were trapped in their own skin... helpless dolls. She looked pretty enough to be one. Oh his mind raced with what he could do while that poison was flowing through her system.

"Perhaps we could have this conversation another time? It's rather late." His little lamb brayed as his neverborn continued to lick at the untouched woman thought the veil of reality. She had enough of the strange feeling that Brother Jihias brought her... ever since the sermon she had felt watched and touched.

"Of course Lamb." He spoke with his warmest voice as he looked down at her, "I forget at times how necessary rest is for you mortals. But if you have any questions feel free to seek me out, won't you?" He and his neverborn channeled the seed into the back of her mind... the counterintuitive desire to seek him out for promises of something more.

He watched her delicate throat swallow air as she nodded. "Of- of course. Thank you for entertaining my thoughts." He watched her curtsy as she walked over to the door and quietly left. He could hear the way she took off running after a few moments and his eyes fluttered with pleasure as the predator was fully out now as she made the little mistake of r̸̟̘͎̲̒̇́͒u̵̜̮̣̹̘͐̔n̷̡̧̹̻͠n̶̪͕̒͒̔̀͝i̸̗̖̳̊͠͝n̵̺̲̍͝g̸̡̟̙̯͉̿̒̏̚͘

He was going to thoroughly enjoy r̵̘̥̻̠̃̕u̵̡͎͊̈́͑̉̎i̴̹̪͂̓̔̂̕n̶̛̻̋̂̕͘i̵̱̯̳͐̍͒̐͜ṇ̴̭̒g̶̲̗͑̒͐̕ her. The flock wouldn't notice one little ewe missing? She still played like she was a lamb who couldn't get in trouble... so would that make him the wolf or the ram? He chuckled darkly to himself as he unabashedly started to relive the ache between his legs. Oh he was certainly going to have fun.

[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

Do you want Feliks to have a complicated (romantic) relationship with a partitioner?

If only there were one who had a dynastic tradition of marrying Jagellonian dynasty and developing close ties:

If only there was one who owed their ability to resist invasion at a key point in their life to Polish intervention (the Siege of Vienna, 1683)

If only there was a partitioning power who was hesitant to join the partitions and sat out the second one entirely. Who was conflicted about dismembering a co-religious state, and revived the historical title of the Kingdom of Galicia and Lodomeria to assuage that guilt.

If only there was one who defended Poland at the Congress of Vienna (for selfish reasons):

If only there was one where their imperial structure allowed for a flourishing of Polish culture (and Polish nationalism):

If only.....

I'm not saying that they'd have a healthy relationship with each other. Not in the slightest. But, it is deliciously complicated.

[baluciarz]

Day 3 - 19th century

Apparently, polish women in the 19th century wore black mourning clothes as an act of resistance against partitioners

@polpruweek

[ourstoriedinsight]

My First Ever Audio Drama Sunday!

Alright, I did a quick bit of research for etiquette, though of course solid chance I get something wrong but this week has been a great week podcast wise! Hopefully I don't err on anything major in my attempt to praise!

First off my weekly edge of my seat listens!

@innbetween Launched their next episode Wednesday for Patrons and I don't think it's out yet for everybody else so probably I shouldn't share spoilers but I will say HOLY SAP. There's something about this episode that made me go back and listen to season 5 again from the beginning in that way that a really good reveal does? Like you know that there was some foreshadowing that you missed and you have to walk back to admire it? You guys are in for a treat when it drops!

Thursday is of course Magnus Protocol Day. It's so hard waiting each week for a new hit of that stuff. All I want is for someone to pop something conversational into that search function bar that doesn't work and figure out if archivist.exe will reply! Hasn't happened yet but holding out hope. Like everybody else I am going mad at the slow burn of tantalizing bits dropped like bread crumbs in front of a starving man. I scream for more bread but I know the trail is more important than my instant gratification. As much as I feel like I'm strained under the pressure I can only hope that the pace is maintained and that I am not given everything I want too soon.

As for my binge quotient I am working my way through Spirit box Radio. I'm still in the first season but have already recommended it to about three people. I don't know if I've ever encountered an adorable horror pod before? I feel like that requires explanation because yes I've definitely encountered aspects of a horror podcast that made me go "aww cute!" but that was aspects. This is kind of more like the whole thing is adorable and the horror is there, sure , but playing second back up fiddle to the adorable. It's also doing that thing where it's dripping a overarching mystery into my ear little bits at a time which I am beginning to realize how very weak I am to. It's the paper to my rock, I am overwhelmed.

And that's been my week! I've been spending a lot of time with headphones on and in front of microphones and things for editing our episode 13. I don't know if this is a vibe among other editors but I find myself going "I wish I could really just listen to a podcast while I'm making this podcast" the way I do at my regular job when I need to sort a warehouse or something. Sadly sound and brains just don't work like that. What I wouldn't give for a fully partitionable brain.

Looking forward to another week full of delicious ear candy!

[dougielombax]

I find it genuinely hilarious how the idea of Irish reunification scares people.

I say hilarious, more like baffling.

Now I understand why some may be nervous or hesitant. I get that. That’s fine. Understandable even.

That’s not what I’m referring to.

I’m referring more to certain people in Ireland (partitionists) who start frothing and shrieking about the PIRA, “those bastards”, and terrorism if you do so much as mention it.

And no, I’m not acting as an apologist for terrorists.

If YOU think Irish republicanism is inherently evil and terroristic, that’s your problem and it says more about you than anything else. Fix your hearts or die! Starting yesterday!

It’s like the very concept sends them into a feral rage. They start panicking and resorting to all kinds of mental gymnastics to shut the idea down.

The ones who call themselves progressive and then start spouting British establishment myths and propaganda about Ireland as if they were an irrefutable truth. They’re a key component.

Sometimes they’re just straight up reactionaries instead who think that Irish republicanism is just a stupid meme, despite being a real political movement with goals and aspirations. (I’ve run into one here)

The historical illiteracy is off the charts with these types.

Other ones include loyalists in the north, though they react similarly to just about anything what doesn’t fit their narrow, parochial, small minded, genocidal, bloodthirsty, stupid, anthropocentric, insular, nihilistic, racist, jingoistic, miserable, stagnant, anachronistic, selfish, arrogant, bigoted, supremacist, monocultural world views, beliefs and aspirations.

Also British Tories and pathologically deranged Scottish loyalists too. And the tabloid press in Israel for some bizarre reason (I’m not quite sure why), also the UK tabloids but that should go without saying.

They seem to view the idea as some kind of ultimate irredeemable sin what dare not even be thought about or else.

It’s hilarious and sickening to behold.

[julepez]

Marry meet!

So i guess i should start by introducing myself.

Hi, I go by Jules (She/They). It is a name I gave myself to interact in english speaking spaces and that ended up being very dear to me. I got so close to it that my personal friends now call me by it sometimes too. Anyways, it is not my real name but it sounds similar so it gets the job done.

I will not get into the specifics of what I study or what I do because I don't feel like it belongs here particularly. This is a space for me to discover myself and to bond with sides of me that I have buried and forgotten.

What i would like to share is that I am a "baby witch" (if you'd like to call it that way), I consider myself a beginner practitioner of witchcraft and paganism. I hold very close to my heart the energies of Apollon and Artemis. I am a solo partitioner and connect with the divine mainly through dreams, tarot cards and intuition. Music, dancing and drawing in general are the main ways in which I practice magick.

I do not practice any kind of rituals nor I have altars. I find myself very reluctant to "discipline" my practice but I do believe there is power in commitment. Still, I have yet to learn a way that allings with my path.

Also I was raised catholic and although I do not practice it, I still have much respect for what I was taught by my family and elders. So if things start getting a little eclectic now you know.

Anyways, that is all I have for now.

May we marry part and marry meet once again. Blessed be!

[agonizedembrace]

[ swipe ] (totally platonic moment between two gal pals) (also high noon maybe)

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

it had been a long 'day'.

normally days at the crossroads saloon were rather simple ; evelynn lures in unsuspecting victims for gragas, she performs a little show on stage and then serves several drinks to whoever happens to come up to the bar. 'today' skipped part one, and instead of even getting to sing and look hot ( as she always does ), apparently she was meant to serve drink after drink.

frankly, evelynn thinks she more than deserves the little murder she did to the one partitioner that gave her too much of a stare to her chest. too much of a grab to her behind.

" the usual, hon? " is what evelynn asks qiyana when she slides onto one of the bar seats. she doesn't wait for a response, claws clanking against bottles before pouring her signature drink into the glass. sliding the drink over, her brows furrow as qiyana leans forward.

physical touch and the devil wasn't uncommon ; oft it is her means to an end, how she feeds. however when it comes to those she'd consider ... friends, she often finds herself uncomfortable with the idea -- least if it isn't her initiating the process. so when the woman's touch reaches her cheek, likely wiping away remnants of the poor fellow she'd had murdered previously.

a gentle ' oh ' escapes her lips at the gesture, confusion flickering in her gaze before appreciation takes hold. " 'preciate you, dalrin'. this one's on t'house. "

[acatalystrising]

How is it December already?? Wow, has this year flown by. The Boba Fett brainrot isn’t going anywhere, and since I know the holidays can be difficult for a lot of us, (myself included), I plan to focus on one shots that are either holiday themed (or at least with lots of fluff, c’mon) throughout the month! Anything from full scenes, chaptered fics, headcannons - I’m going to see where it takes me. If you have any requests, as always, feel free to send an ask! 💚🖤

As for today’s one shot, it’s merely a sample of what’s to come. This one is SFW, but any scene regarding Boba’s throne should include some kind of warning. 😉

The throne room was crowded - nearly stuffed to the seams.

You hovered at the door, overwhelmed by the noise, gaze flinging across the room to Boba. He sat on his throne as he always did - resolute, the very picture of power. And no matter how many times you’d seen him like this, it always stirred something deep within you that curled down your spine and left you breathless.

There were no alcoves left to slip into, no tables that weren’t already crowded. You mentally cursed as you scanned the wall for even a space to stand, but they too were also occupied.

Your skin prickled and you looked up, meeting Boba’s helmed gaze from across the room. He subtly lifted a gloved hand and beckoned you over with two thick fingers. You swallowed down your apprehension of the mingling crowd and nodded, stepping inside.

You ignored the probing gazes as you passed, keeping your eyes locked on the only person who mattered. He watched you approach, helmet tilting slightly to the left as you ascended the steps and stopped before him. Someone whistled from behind you, and Boba gestured at his thigh with a steady tap of his fingers, helmet dipping in an encouraging nod even as he shot an unseen glare at the offender.

Cheeks burning, you sat on his thigh, all too aware of the strong, corded muscle beneath you. Once you were settled you leaned back against the armrest, and the strong arm resting on the stone slid closer, gently supporting your back and drawing to closer to his beskar clad chest. He was grounding to your anxieties, touch calming, an anchor in your spinning world even as his gesture made it clear to all present that you were his, and his alone.

You watched the crowd all partaking of the food and drink he offered, even as you felt his grip on you tighten just enough to remind you that while he spent some of his wealth appeasing his partitioners…when it came to you, Boba Fett didn’t share.

His helmet leaned next to your ear, deep voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You needn’t hesitate, mesh’la,” he spoke so casually despite the power he held in the room, fingers tracing circles over your thigh. “I’ll never let them touch you.”

“I know,” you dipped your head almost shyly, and he hummed, shifting you closer until you were nestled comfortably against his shoulder, legs slung inward dangerously close to his groin, his much broader legs still spread wide. “I couldn’t find anywhere to sit.”

He chuckled, the sound thrumming deep into your chest and sending heat pooling in your core.

“Come now, little one,” his voice was nearly a growl in your ear as he gestured at his thigh. “You’ll always have the best seat in the house.”

[herecomesaspecialghoul]

I DO have a question... what do you look like?

I've got one of those " pinned post " things at the top of my, uhhh, blog, there, where I tried to describe myself with words. 😺 Other than that, you can see my old interview tapes for, for an idea of me.

I don't take pictures these days but I love to try to draw!! Here, I'll do a, umm, a doodle, for you!! I can't stress enough that I just now did this very fast

Perhaps you were expecting my humansona, well, eheehheehhhh, I'm still stuck in what some partitioners have informed me is a " anime style " so I'm not, I'm a little embarrassed about drawing my humansona for now 😅

[jade-mod]

Got an achievement I’ve been going for since Victoria 3 came out! (I’ve played… perhaps too many games as Poland but my krakow runs were usually unsuccessful and seemed impossible, most games I kickstarted polands independence by starting as one of the partitioners, which sadly but understandably prevents the achievement)

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

*Mai sighs and puts down the partitioner*

Alright. I am sorry too. But you really shouldn't treat me like a child, you know!

*she pouts at Ieyasu*

How are you doing?

Ieyasu: I am fine, this flight it’s taking forever but at least we get to rest.

It won’t be too long now until we reach there.