#enslave man

[portrait-paintings]

Portrait of Emmanuel Rio

Artist: Albert Schindler (Austrian, 1805–1861)

Date: 1836

Medium: Oil on Panel

Collection: Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, Illinois, United States

DESCRIPTION

Previously known only as “a gardener and horn player,” recent research has identified the figure in this painting as Emmanuel Rio, an enslaved Brazilian man of African descent who was sent to Emperor Francis I in Vienna around 1820. About ten years old when he arrived in Vienna, Rio was enrolled in an elite private school, where he excelled in French, Italian, drawing, and especially music. Francis fostered his talent, gifting Rio a French horn on the occasion of his graduation. Despite his aptitude for music, Rio was assigned to work in the imperial garden.

In this portrait, produced a year after the emperor’s death, Rio holds his favored instrument while looking at an image of Francis, beneath which hangs a gold watch given to him by the monarch. The painting’s sentimentality does little to suggest the precariousness of its subject’s situation in Vienna, which only worsened after Francis died. For the rest of his life, Viennese officials moved Rio to various positions throughout Europe, threatened him with forced military service when he resisted, and, by the late 1840s, discussed sending him back to Brazil or to Africa.

[lainalit]

[phoenixcatch7]

In the possessed doll au, Bruce is definitely a creepy kid.

This is, after all, a haunted au.

He looks like a 'murdered victorian child' kid. Even before he watched his parents die.

Like, very big pale blue eyes. Significantly more striking /pos as a smiling adult than a perpetually blank faced unblinking child. He looks like he knows how you die. Pale skin, ink black hair traditionally styled, big dark lashes to frame those uncanny eyes. Just the hint of eye bags.

Alfred in any timeline has a spine of steel, but there must have been at least once when he was woken up in the night to a tiny shape staring unblinkingly deep into his eyes and thought 'I am going to die'. Normal kids are absolutely terrifying to wake up to, as any parent will attest, but imagine being an ex military spy now butler living alone on the most cursed land you've ever imagined, taking care of the only kid after your employers, his parents were brutally murdered, and suddenly you jolt awake in the middle of the night to see two enormous eyes less than a foot from your face, two engorged dots for pupils, staring, still as stone into your very soul.

Bruce, hushed because it's bedtime: Mr Alfred I threw up :(.

Alfred, trying to calm his thundering heart and not reflexively shoot his ward, dizzy from the sudden adrenaline from deep sleep rush, not letting himself freak out in front of the boy:.............................. Oh dear. That's not good.

Bruce, still not blinking or looking away: :(((

Wayne manor is a setting from a murder mystery at night, and it's not Bruce but Alfred that's the main character.

Perhaps, he thinks, it was always going to end this way. Not because of fate, but because the characters of the play would not know themselves to act otherwise.

@puppetmaster13u may I present?

[scootersscooter]

So does anyone else think Dale's full name is Dimmsdale...or is that just me?

[messrmoonyy]

May Calamawys cut scenes from Gladiator 2

Some sections of script were omitted so there may be more we don’t know about too. and there is one small scene at the end which I couldn’t fit in this post. Read the script here

[sarafangirlart]

Imagine if I made an au where Perseus adopts Medusa’s kids, ppl will rightfully call me deluded bc he literally killed their mom and Medusa’s sisters are right there and deserve to keep whatever they have left of their sister. This is how stupid y’all’s au where Odysseus adopts Astyanax.

[batcavescolony]

Me: I hate all superhero movies/shows that boil down to 'it's Superman but an Asshole' they al-

Megamind 2010: all?

Me: oh no not you, you're perfect.

[doloneia]

i love telemachus to bits but we gotta stop with the idea that he’s “wholesome” and a mama’s boy, that guy is like 2 youtube shorts away from falling down the alt right pipeline

[pinnithin]

enver gortash fascinates me from the perspective of his relationship with the dark urge because like, as far as i know his alliance with them is one of the very few he didn’t actively despise. the guy was sold into slavery by his own parents (who tried to justify it by saying their child was a hateful monster and anyone would have done the same) and spent his formative years employed by a devil who gets off on gratuitous levels of suffering and manipulation. and then once he's escaped that and built himself up so he can never be used and enslaved again he meets this bhaalspawn who also had to adapt and survive a violent and manipulative environment for years by becoming the monsters who raised them.

gortash sees how the dark urge has risen to command armies and slaughter hundreds in the same way he outfoxed raphael and ruthlessly controls the people in his employ, and after earning and owning his reputation as a tyrant heres another person who might actually have like, a shared lived experience. not exactly a friend, because people like them can't afford to have friends, but someone who at least understands. and he willingly works with them on this plan to enslave the sword coast and agrees to share power with them.

and then orin lobotomizes them, puts a tadpole in their head, and leaves them for dead at moonrise.

like, can you imagine. youre working with the first person you see eye to eye with and prooooobably arent plotting to actively sabotage (or, at least would hesitate to do so) and the rug just gets yanked out from under them by their own sister, and now you're stuck with her because the plan still has to move along. and as the days go by a group of adventurers start to screw up your plot right when baldur's gate is within your grasp, and you learn that among them is your old almost-friend who you actually liked and respected - and they have no memory of you whatsoever. oh, and on top of that they're rolling with people you've actively fucked over and want to kick your ass.

did it hurt for him to learn this? did he ever think about how things could have been different? did he think, you were supposed to be my ally, my friend, someone who actually understands that becoming a monster is the only way to keep yourself safe and in control. we were going to rule together. and now you're ride or die with this squad of people you've only known for a few weeks at best, and you want me dead. you don't even remember me. you don't even remember yourself.

[justmenoworries]

"OOo, Magneto's EMP probably disabled a bunch of hospital equipment, now he's just as bad as Bastion and Sinister"

Shut up. Holy shit, just shut the fuck up.

[siremasterlawrence]

Spider-Man swung in to Metropolis by way of his web landing on top of The Daily Planet Building in excitement, he throws himself ok to the aid backflipping on to the edge of the gigantic building and sleuths every one in the area. He spots his man as he races to undress in to his street clothes as they all float in to the air, he uses his hands to form signature sign shooting webs in to the air sticking them to the top of the building along with his pack back. He backflips on to the edges of the building climbing down the glass walls miles upon a level of miles he goes down unaware of what awaits him this day and as he hits the the grounds and he jumps off the building doing a superhero landing. He quickly sneaks around the corner to go walking in to the building with pep in his step as he races over to tap Clark Kent on huge ass muscular shoulder and they shake hands vigorously taking stock of their prep for the interview.The man who they are interviewing tonight is a hot ticket at the moment standing up so boldly with this toxic type of smile as he is radiating and he offers a hand for them to shake and invites them to join them on to the elevator.The doors for the elevator closing the glass door as it beginning to speed upward to the main office as the elevator shaft start to be able to blink like strobe lights and as they are blinded by it consuming them in the room.The man is not bothered clearly laying his back on the glass wall as they are blindedby the light flashing in his face as they are slowly starting to force him to freeze and the young man feels absolutely in control as he begins to ponder.He obviously knows that this man Clark Kent is no mere guy who happens to be a award winning reporter but actually he is the great Superman and Peter Parker is the perfectly phenomenal Spider-man not a mere student at all.The man laughs as the two freeze leaving plenty of room for them man to enjoy all of his current situation, his hands now lay on him as he starts to spread his hands all over him and grope him extremely tightly as they do not move.The door stops at the floor swinging open with a loud swooshing sound as he walks off of the shaft on to the main floor, pointing to the seats as they mindlessly taking both of the seats available behind the desk as they smirk in excitement of it all.

“Mr Kent and Mr. Parker” the man says to them and snaps his fingers.

“Oh Mr. Lawrence! May I set up please?” Clark asked unaware.

“Where should I set up?” Parker adds.

“In the middle of the room”

“Center of the circus”

“Yes Sir”

“Yes Perfect”

“Shall we commence?”

“Please do! Where do we start?”

“I have an idea! I am in charge”

“Now wait a minute! We agreed to…”

“Shut the fuck up! Zip it”

“I know both of your identities”

“No! I am Clark Kent”

“You are confused”

“I am very clear and open minded “

“What do you want with us?”

“Oh sweet! I love the smell of fear, confusion and resistance.”

“You sick bastard “

“Twisted motherfucker”

“Focus…now…tsk tsk”

“You love me”

“Keep denying it”

“I can see it in your eyes “

The two stood astound by the nerve on this man who continues or ramble on stomping his feet at with effect as a giant tumble rod form under the ground capturing Super-man shoot upward and covers him from head to toe as the floor splits in to a circular form and it drops in. Peter is left in a gripping sense of fear as he holds his heart tightly holding him down as he trips falling backwards on to the wall as he slides downward to the ground rolling to the side of the room and I watch the full on throttle of wondrous leveling of submissionbecause he will learn soon. The man walks up to him kneeling down to one knee gripping his collar as he lifts him up to full height, he is a short stomp at this point compared to the other Peters he had collected off time and I shove his face to see my finger pointing towardthe glass container holding three other Peters in suits.Below the building free falling to the bottom of the build he hit the basement shattering the entire glass case as the pieces shooting everywhere on to the floor, Superman’s body is thrown in to the air tumbling to the ground his back hits the wall, hit smashes on the floor as he is knocked unconscious at my will. The walls behind him slide open to the either sides of the room as a robot walks forward on to the floor grabbing him by ways of his under arm pits lifting him up on to the side of his shoulders and carries him inside of the hidden room as the door drops on to the grounds the light fades and Clark is no more. Superman’s body is dragging across the grounds being shoved in to a metal device locking him in place as Clark comes of in a panic he is in fear for his life but all would end soon Clark s blown away when a pair o goggles descend down facing Clark as it blares in tohis eyes deeply blasting the light into both eyes scanning him then erasing his memory as it goes on and soon Clark’s mind bares no memory he stand dumb, brainless and full of shit literally as he burps, farts and idiotic bro smile covering his face.A large boom sound comes through hitting Clark hard as his reality fades all the way in to the background he watches the front side door slip up to reveal a beautiful blow glow to the light. The reality of his situation as the man steps in to the light the same one who they came to investigate cups his chin very tightly with smirk and a strange grip no other human could ever. “Clark Kent AKASuperman you are now my personal toy, a favorite I will play with for all eternity and you will never regret it.” The man cups his chin pushing him in to a kiss instantly his mouth fills up with kryptonite gas filling up his throat and through his body as he has no choice but to succumb.

“Yes Master! I adhere to you! What do I do with that Parker loser?” He ask annoyed at the world.

“Bring him to his knees all three of them”

“Three? Hmmm Fun”

Clark ascends to the roof top to watch all three Peter’s trapped in their own spider webs, Clark carrying his Master Lawrence places him down and breaks through the glass leaving it in pieces, and ripping all of the webs done as it all shreds to pieces and the three legends appear at the side.

“Master Lawrence is commanding you! He awaits.”

“Yes Superman! We will follow him if you lead to serve Lawrence.”

The end

[cultofthepigeon]

i appreciate when more progressive history authors try and like, be sensitive to the insane amount of cruelty and violence women faced throughout history but like man

you dont have to sugar coat it bud you dont gotta tell me how horrific it was im a grown ass woman i get it ok i honestly just assume every woman born before like 1920 was raped and or molested at some point in her life you dont gotta stop and tell me you dont approve

[rcress232-blog]

Hostile Jungle

Barry bowed his head and started to cry softly as one of the tribeswomen bound his hands behind his back and the other held him in place, kneeling in the jungle, his freedom being taken from him, possibly forever.

"I just got separated from my group," he lamented as he was bound, his future now uncertain. "I didn't mean to trespass on your land."

"Meaning or not," the woman to his left told him. "The tour groups have always been told to stay on the paths. Anyone caught outside the groups is captured, and you will NOT be rescued."

The bonds were tightened around his wrist as he continued to cry softly, the life he knew was over. He'd fought hard, they'd even torn his shirt from his body during the struggle, and he'd stepped out of his shoes during the chase. But they'd caught him, overpowered him, and now were tying him up.

"What's going to happen to me?" He asked meekly, terrified of the answer.

"That's up to our Queen," the woman binding him said. "But the way you look, I'm guessing enslavement."

The woman to his left laughed. "Don't worry so much. You might grow to love it."

Image: Ideogram

[spidermanifested]

thinking about neil gaiman. my thing about neil gaiman is that the power of his celebrity never really influenced my opinion of him and i have not ever read any of his stuff. for years i only knew about him from being "the author who is on tumblr" who co-authored that one series with the two guys

and so my first actual exposure to any story written by him, was the movie stardust, based on one of his books. which is about some generic underdog dweeb whose crush is dating the fantasy equivalent of the highschool bully meathead, woe is him, & who then finds a "fallen star" aka a born-sexy-yesterday magic lady in the woods.

and kidnaps her? like physically ties her up and starts dragging her around, because he thinks if he gives her(??) As a present to his crush– due to a conversation they had where she was obviously trying to let him down gently– then said crush will Legally Have to marry him. therefore of course he literally chains a whole different woman to his person and treats her like an object for a good chunk of the story. but of COURSE the woman he kidnaps falls in love with him eventually!!! and its sooo romantic even though the only reason she stuck around him after getting freed from the chains was because various circumstances outside of her control forced her to. and everyone was telling me ohh this movies a classic its so good. neil gaiman wrote the book its based on! hes such a good author. And i was sitting there watching it like i dont think whoever came up with this is normal about women. and guess what

[charterandbarter]

Rena Almasi: Dominant of Leviathan (an FFXVI au)

(Credit for this amazing design + art goes to a friend of mine who'd prefer to remain anonymous! If you are interested in commissioning her, please DM me and I��ll pass it on!)

aka: yes i made a ff16 oc based on a no Blight or Ultima AU, and i have no shame about it!

I was always curious about if any Motes of Water survived outside of Mysidia - and if so, what would’ve happened if a Dominant of Leviathan was found among them. The politics! The intrigue! The cultural differences around magic and Eikons! I couldn’t fit all of my speculation into her backstory, but I enjoyed making Rena anyway! Perhaps I might go into it more when I finish that Lior sheet...

Anyway! If you want to learn more about my lil gal, feel free to click the readmore! And thank you for stopping by!

In a world where Leviathan's revenge successfully crashed upon the Northern shore, the surviving Motes of Water scattered throughout the lands, the bloodline of Leviathan spreading with them. Decades later, Rena Almasi and her family eke out a meager, but peaceful life on the border between Dhalmekia and Kanver. Their gratitude is only matched by their wariness - as Bearers, her parents were only saved from the brand by constant wandering (her mother), dumb luck (her father), and iron-clad magical control (her elder sister). When she inherited that same 'blessing', their family—especially Lior—made sure to teach Rena how to keep her unusually-strong water magic a secret. For a time, that was enough. But when the protests of Kanver ignite into civil war, their border town becomes a funeral pyre burning up loyalists and revolutionaries alike.

Her mother burns. Her father chokes. Her sister vanishes. And the chaos of death, fire, blood, bodies—

Leviathan screams.

So the revolution drowns.

It takes three days of flooding and Titan’s brutal fist for Dhalmekia to claim their second Dominant. Miraculously, Lior survives.

She is the only civilian that survives.

The sisters are moved to the Capitol. Their lives will soon be rich beyond measure. All they must do is never tell a soul about Lior's magic, and the only wyvern tail they shall see is the brands marking servants in their halls. Be loyal to Dhalmekia, and they will never know fear again.

Lior cannot.

Caravans with red chocobo banners. Brothels with routes across the border. Rumors of Odin's vendetta against Storm. They were never branded, but there are people like them that need help, and Lior can’t let any more like their family die for nothing. Lior can’t die for nothing. And bowing to the Republic that would have branded them without a thought is death in all but name.

Rena Almasi is not like her sister. She didn’t hold her hand when they saw the Branded markets. She didn’t look at her sister with concern after passing a stone corpse. No, one week after her first prime, Rena is a ten year old unable to cry that’s killed more people than she’s ever met in her life. She doesn't deserve anything more than a grave.

But she’s also the only one left who cares about Lior. And Lior will not rest until the Accord is ash on the ground.

Maybe revolution will soothe Lior’s hurt. Maybe fixing Valisthea will help Lior breathe. What does Rena know about grief? Less than her sister. Rena’s not the one seeing their parents drown every night. Rena’s not the one who deserves—

"You deserve better. We deserve better. You're--we are blessed, not cursed, and you’re—fuck. You’re my little sister. So if the Accord has to burn for us to stay safe then--"

She can't be sure. Thinking is hard. After the flood, it’s the hardest thing she’s ever done.

But she is sure of one thing at least: no matter how much she may deserve it, she can’t die. Lior’s greatest weapon is her mind, and she won’t leave Rena at the whims of the Republic’s military advisors. She will try to turn the Parliament. She will fight against the tides of war. And until she has the reputation to stand on her own, she will, ironically enough, need the backing of a Dominant to do it.

If it makes Lior happy to protect her, then that’s fine. It’s more than she deserves, anyway.

All that matters is that one day, Lior will make a world where she can rest in peace.

TLDR:

Name: Rena Almasi

Age: ~23 (at the time of the first time-skip), 10 (at the time of her first Prime) Aliases:

Commodore of the Arms of the Sea

Honorary Naval Advisor to the Republic of Dhalmekia

The Blood Witch

Dominant of Leviathan, Warden of Water

Goals:

Free the Branded within Dhalmekia

Keep her family safe

Die well

[bluestrawberrybunny]

This week on SMG4:

Bitch fucking losing it again and Mr. Puzzles being a homophobic (/j I hc this man as a flamboyant homosexual and no one can stop me) dumbass

Next Week:

We're gonna get an IGBP Part 2 in the future aren't we chat?