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writers-potion · 9 months ago

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I'm writing a sci-fi story about a space freight hauler with a heavy focus on the economy. Any tips for writing a complex fictional economy and all of it's intricacies and inner-workings?

Constructing a Fictional Economy

The economy is all about: How is the limited financial/natural/human resources distributed between various parties?

So, the most important question you should be able to answer are:

Who are the "have"s and "have-not"s?

What's "expensive" and what's "commonplace"?

What are the rules(laws, taxes, trade) of this game?

Building Blocks of the Economic System

Type of economic system. Even if your fictional economy is made up, it will need to be based on the existing systems: capitalism, socialism, mixed economies, feudalism, barter, etc.

Currency and monetary systems: the currency can be in various forms like gols, silver, digital, fiat, other commodity, etc. Estalish a central bank (or equivalent) responsible for monetary policy

Exchange rates

Inflation

Domestic and International trade: Trade policies and treaties. Transportation, communication infrastructure

Labour and employment: labor force trends, employment opportunities, workers rights. Consider the role of education, training and skill development in the labour market

The government's role: Fiscal policy(tax rate?), market regulation, social welfare, pension plans, etc.

Impact of Technology: Examine the role of tech in productivity, automation and job displacement. How does the digital economy and e-commerce shape the world?

Economic history: what are some historical events (like The Great Depresion and the 2008 Housing Crisis) that left lasting impacts on the psychologial workings of your economy?

For a comprehensive economic system, you'll need to consider ideally all of the above. However, depending on the characteristics of your country, you will need to concentrate on some more than others. i.e. a country heavily dependent on exports will care a lot more about the exchange rate and how to keep it stable.

For Fantasy Economies:

Social status: The haves and have-nots in fantasy world will be much more clear-cut, often with little room for movement up and down the socioeconoic ladder.

Scaricity. What is a resource that is hard to come by?

Geographical Characteristics: The setting will play a huge role in deciding what your country has and doesn't. Mountains and seas will determine time and cost of trade. Climatic conditions will determine shelf life of food items.

Impact of Magic: Magic can determine the cost of obtaining certain commodities. How does teleportation magic impact trade?

For Sci-Fi Economies Related to Space Exploration

Thankfully, space exploitation is slowly becoming a reality, we can now identify the factors we'll need to consider:

Economics of space waste: How large is the space waste problem? Is it recycled or resold? Any regulations about disposing of space wste?

New Energy: Is there any new clean energy? Is energy scarce?

Investors: Who/which country are the giants of space travel?

Ownership: Who "owns" space? How do you draw the borders between territories in space?

New class of workers: How are people working in space treated? Skilled or unskilled?

Relationship between space and Earth: Are resources mined in space and brought back to Earth, or is there a plan to live in space permanently?

What are some new professional niches?

What's the military implication of space exploitation? What new weapons, networks and spying techniques?

Also, consider:

Impact of space travel on food security, gender equality, racial equality

Impact of space travel on education.

Impact of space travel on the entertainment industry. Perhaps shooting monters in space isn't just a virtual thing anymore?

What are some indsutries that decline due to space travel?

I suggest reading up the Economic Impact Report from NASA, and futuristic reports from business consultants like McKinsey.

If space exploitation is a relatiely new technology that not everyone has access to, the workings of the economy will be skewed to benefit large investors and tech giants. As more regulations appear and prices go down, it will be further be integrated into the various industries, eventually becoming a new style of living.

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astaroth1357 · 2 years ago

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The Demon Brothers + Dateables Bodycare

Is it the domestic in me that likes the idea of helping my SO wash up and relax? Probably.

Contents: No warnings, just fluff.

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer

Preens his wings daily, always once in the morning and once more at night.

The whole routine usually involves a shower then carefully running his fingers through his feathers to apply the right oils and get them back into place.

Loose or shed feathers are typically collected then promptly burnt (because Mammon got caught trying to sell them as powerful hex materials a couple centuries ago. He'll be damned a second time before he gets turned into a commodity! )

Before MC arrived, he used to have to go to Asmo for help getting the spots he had a hard time reaching. He'll never admit it, but he still lets Asmo help him from time to time just because he misses the bonding. Asmo is 100% that chatty hairdresser whenever he helps his brothers self-care routines, it's very entertaining.

If MC has the time to help him preen, he'll consider it the highlight of his day! The skin below the feathers is incredibly sensitive, so the feeling of their fingers running through it and knocking away any dead skin makes him purr.

It takes about an hour to get through all four wings though. Fair warning.

Mammon

Very, VERY protective of his wings. They don't look like much, but what skin and bone are there are delicate af. He once knocked one into a bookshelf and nearly passed out from the pain.

Cleans them every other day. He doesn't use his demon form much, so he doesn't worry about them getting too dirty. That said, if a photoshoot wants him to have them out, he'll make sure to freshen up.

Mammon usually sponges off any dirt on his wings then applies some moisturizer (Asmo recommended of course). Exfoliating dead skin is... well let's say it's a process he takes only with great reluctance so he tries his damnedest to keep them from drying out in the first place.

WHEN exfoliating day comes, he used to only undertake it by himself because he didn't even trust Asmo not to rub his skin so raw that he'd be in agony for weeks. It took months for him to trust MC enough to try it. Though now that he does, he could never go back!

He adores how gently the MC treats his wings and their little check-ups like "Are you okay?" or "Is this too much?" Their attention is fully on him and he lives for it. Sometimes he'll just shyly nudge the exfoliation brush into their hands when he really wants to feel loved that day.

Leviathan

Has the easiest day-to-day upkeep of all the brothers, really. Dunk his tail in some water and boom. Done. It's shedding time that he actually dreads...

About once a season, Levi's tail becomes unbearably itchy as the old skin lifts off to make way for the new. The whole process lasts about a week and he calls it his personal hell.

Levi becomes a completely different person whenever he's shedding. Bitchy, irritable, and extremely quick to lash out. He stays in his room and his brothers just leave his meals outside the door, lest they risk a visit from Lotan...

Everyone, including himself, thought the MC had a death wish when they insisted on helping him but he quickly discovered that it was something he never knew he needed.

He looooves being spoiled by their attention even more than Mammon. He'll sit on their lap and latch himself on like a kola bear while they carefully work to peel the shed off of his tail. Sometimes he games, other times he just quietly basks in them even being there at all. He adores their kindness and it makes things go faster, so really it's a win-win for him all around!

Satan

His tail is a bitch to manage so it is one of the many passing irritations that irk him throughout the day.

The bone/scales collect a lot of dirt in hard to see crevices, so when Satan goes to clean it, he often has to pull out Q-tips and metal picks just to get around all those edges. He uses a magnifying glass too, so it can look like he's cleaning up some kind of museum artifact.

He can and will accept help from basically anyone who offers (except Lucifer) and Asmo is very used to him coming in to get the thing cleaned up when he's just too frustrated to do it himself.

Lowkey wishes that MC could just take over Asmo's place as his go-to helper but he doesn't want to burden them.. It takes a good 2-3 hours to get the whole thing clean and he doubts that they have the time for that every day.

Took to the idea of MC helping him the fastest out of anyone, though they needed a bit of training on his part in order to be as proficient at it as him or Asmo. Unfortunately, his tail instinctively responds to his emotions whether he wants it to or not. That means it often wraps around the MC's wrist and won't let go which complicates things...

Asmodeus

Obviously the cleanest boy in the House.

Asmo has his self-care routine ON LOCK plus everyone else's to be quite frank. He's always on the lookout for new products or care strategies to help himself or his brothers feel their best (even the ones who don't let him help in person.)

He keeps "Care Kits" for each one of his brothers to use in the event that they have a catastrophic emergency that needs resolved. Seriously, the amount of times that he's had to pluck Lucifer's ripped feathers or cut out matted chunks of Belphie's tail fur is just...

Asmo takes his own wing care very seriously, so much so in fact that he begged Solomon to come up with the "perfect moisturizer" centuries ago which he still sells as part of his own personal product line. Even Mammon can attest to its effectiveness!

Simply loves it when MC comes in to help him! They both know that he doesn't really need it, but there's something so sweet about letting your special someone wash your hair or massage your wings... He'll melt into a puddle every time!

Beelzebub

His wings are SO DELICATE. Mammon and Asmo go on and on about how their wings are fragile but Beel has to constantly be sure that his don't straight up break.

You would think that would make him more hesitant to clean them, but not so. In fact, Beel is right up there with Asmo in terms self-grooming as far as his wings are concerned.

The reasons are two-fold. One, because they are so sensitive and temperamental that even a small layer dirt on them feels very irritating. And two, because Beel cares a lot about his body. Not in a vain way, just in a "this is the one I get" sort of way. His fitness goes hand-in-hand with his personal hygiene!

Beel never uses soapy water to clean his wings because it dulls them out and makes them feel sticky... He's much more likely to run a damp washcloth over them a few times a day which seems to do the trick.

He prefers to have Belphie or MC help him over Asmo, as he needs to have a lot of trust in a person to let them touch such a fragile part of his body. It's almost like another bonding exercise between the three as Belphie cleans one wing and MC cleans the other. Just some wholesome pamper Beel time for everybody!

Belphegor

Dirty boy. Filthy boy. Bad Belphie.

Belphie is very much a "I'll only take a bath if my hair gets greasy" kind of guy. Thankfully, Beel or Asmo usually shove him into a bathtub on a semi-regular basis. It's not that he loves filth, he just loses track of the days and baths/showers make him extra sleepy... Somebody has to be around to be sure he doesn't drown.

Unfortunately, that also means his tail care is just pitiful. He'll put off brushing it because he thinks it takes too long, which only leads to it getting matted up and taking even longer to clean up.

Asmo has dragged his sorry ass down to the bathroom many times to hose him down then de-mat his tail like he's a stray dog. Belphie whines the whole time, but lets him because it still beats having to do it himself...

Thankfully, all the MC ever had to do was float out the threat of no more cuddles for him to finally take his hygiene seriously. He may still beg them to "help" him in the bathtub or brush his fur though. He claims it's so relaxing that it put him to sleep, but we all know he was already going to do that anyway...

Diavolo

So we know that he has a legion of servants and a Barbatos to help him keep clean, but I promise you that the MC could come up to him with a dollar store hairbrush and this man would still be over the moon.

He emphatically adores literally any kind of care or grooming the MC gives him. Even if they objectively suck at it, he'll still love it anyway.

Dia could sit for hours, completely content, while the MC brushes the same bit of his hair over and over again. He's in it for the intimacy, so who cares about the results?

He's totally down for anything they want to do to him. Put his hair up in silly clips? Sure. Tie bows and streamers to his wings? Absolutely! Give him middle-school faux tattoos with pens and highlighters?? Which arm do they start with??

Barbatos and Lucifer, however, are NOT totally down for anything that the MC wants to do to the demon prince. So, reign it in, chief, they'll be monitoring them closely...

Barbatos

He doesn't get a lot of time to just take care of himself, so his morning/evening cleaning routines are quite important to him. That includes the care for his tail.

Barbs' tail is more amphibious than it is reptilian like Levi's, so it's actually better for him to wash it sparingly to keep it from drying out.

That said, he is still quite defensive of it. Asmo has tried for eons to get Barbs to let him so much as massage it and has nothing to show for it.

Needless to say, he is quite jealous that the MC gets to hold onto Barbs' tail if he has it out. Even more so that they have helped him wash it once or twice before, but still not often. Barbs doesn't let them abuse their tail privileges, after all.

When Barbs does let himself relax enough for some spoiling, he's very fond of letting the MC just glide and slide their hands along his tail for a little while. He knows the texture is slippery, but warm, and can feel quite nice on the skin so he's certain they enjoy it as much as he does.

Simeon

Simeon has a similar preening routine to Lucifer as their wings aren't too different, though Simeon wings are much, much bigger. His shirt isn't backless for nothing.

Simeon's wings also feel a lot different from Lucifer's. They're both soft, but it's the difference between stroking wool and petting a cloud, the two just can't compare. Simeon's wing feel light as air but brimming with sheer strength. They're just very impressive all around.

Unlike Lucifer, he doesn't burn his discarded feathers if they need to be plucked. He'll save them and either use them for writing quills or give them out to ill witches because angel feathers can be used to make excellent cure-alls. Solomon sometimes asks for a few as well.

Simeon gets very flustered whenever MC offers to help him preen. The first time they did it, he spent the whole time lightheaded and giddy. It was probably the most intimate part of his body they'd be allowed to touch for a long while, so he soaked in every moment of it.

Is always too shy to ask them for their help directly, but will literally jump at any offer they give him. Sometimes he pulls a Mammon and tries to subtly hint at it by mentioning how much his back is sore or worrying about his feathers outloud... Please help him, he is desperate.

(No Solomon, he is human, but I can assure you he bathes for whatever that's worth.)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me dateables

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metamorphesque · 2 months ago

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I hate how the media paints Azerbaijan as this amazing country when it's not, like, do they not remember Anush Apetyan? I still cry for her, and my heart breaks so much for her family, especially for her children.

We live in an age where justice is for sale, and morality can be bought with commodities like oil — something azerbaijan has plenty of. For us Armenians, this means that no matter how heinous the crimes, no matter how horrific the massacres, the world will always turn a blind eye. The scales of justice are tipped, not by truth or humanity, but by those who can afford to pay the price.

Anush Apetyan....her name should be engraved on the forehead of the collective human conscience.

For all those who don't know her story, Anush Apetyan was a mother of three children and an Armenian soldier who suffered unimaginable torture, mutilation, sexual violence, and death at the hands of azerbaijani military forces in September 2022 during a period of ceasefire near Jermuk, in the southern Armenian province of Vayots Dzor. Her torturers mutilated her body, put two severed fingers in her mouth and gouged out her eyes, which they replaced with stones. Anush's arms and legs were also cut off. On her chest, her killers wrote hate messages against the Armenian people. It was while the azerbaijani soldiers surrounding her were celebrating and mocking her. They filmed the act of violence in detail and distributed the video via telegram. This act of torturing Armenians, filming it, and then proudly posting it online for the world to see is disturbingly popular among the azeri military. After all, what do they have to fear? No one cares. No one will punish them. After all, who remembers the Armenians?

#asks #azeri crimes #tw torture #genocide #armenian genocide #world history #azerbaijan #cop29

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kingkatsuki · 10 months ago

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Trying to find condoms in the Abyss is an on-going struggle, especially when you end up being scammed for your last pack of smokes. But it’s okay, because Enjin’s pull out game is strong right. Right?

Why is it never just a drabble when it comes to him😫

Pairing: Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, you tell Enjin to pull out (and he’s doing his best), creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, one spank, dirty talk, cum swapping, spit.

Word Count: 3.8k.

“Fuck,” Enjin groaned when he picked up his bag from the floor, holding the worn condom pack between his slender fingers.

You would’ve burst out laughing at the dejected look on his face as he crouched completely stark naked on the floor if it wasn’t for the realisation that yet again he’d purchased a dud fucking condom. Your cunt clenched pathetically around nothing as you became resound to the fact that you weren’t having sex tonight— especially not now.

“I swapped a pack of smokes for this shit,” He grunts, his cock bobbing in the air as he still attempts to pull the dry condom over his bulging head.

Enjin had been elated when he’d finally found a seller in the next town over, having spent way too long hunting for any discarded plastics in the trash heaps outside. Honestly he’d probably have more luck if he tasked Rudo to do the job, although it seemed far more seedy to employ him to do Enjin’s dirty work. Having to explain to him what the condom was even for would be a conversation for another fucking day, and definitely not something you’d ever want to be a part of.

You were certain he’d put his foot on the gas a little harder than normal to try and get you both home as quickly as possible. Making eyes at you through the rear view mirror from where you sat beside Tamzy as he willed the drive to hurry up. His final few fragments of resolve already cashed in when he stopped himself from bending you over in a dingy alley to take you where you stand back in the last town.

You’d barely had time to take your shoes off in Enjin’s room before he was hurriedly tugging all his clothes off, getting his arms and head stuck in his shirt as he tried to shrug it off to the side. Jumping from toe to toe as he kicked off his boxers, revealing his heady cock to your prying eyes as you pulled your own clothes off. His feet still covered with socks as he hunched over his forgotten clothes, unwrapping his prized condom.

Your cunt throbbed at the crude sound of him spitting down on his length in an attempt of makeshift lube as he tried to roll the latex along his girth, head hung low in concentration as he held his cock at the base.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened to either of you. Protection and birth control were a commodity in the Abyss and it meant that the items were hard to come by. Often waiting for the Heavens to throw leftover items down below, or using the homemade methods that had varying effects and levels of reliability. The last time this had happened Enjin hadn’t left you unsatisfied, tonguing your clit until your eyes were rolling back into your skull and your toes were curling.

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” Enjin grunted as the condom split over his cock, the swollen pink tip now poked out the top of the latex as he knelt on the floor. Lips curled into a childish pout as this time you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you, his poor neglected cock bobbing in the air.

“It’s not funny, baby.” He groaned, “Do you know how long it’s been?” Or how much galla he’d wasted trying to procure these. If he got back to that town and found the guy that sold him the dud condom it was gonna be on fucking sight—

You were fully aware, and so was your neglected cunt that throbbed pitifully. Feeling his mattress dip as he came to settle between your parted legs, warm palms smoothing along your inner thighs as he stared down at your glistening folds. Living at the Cleaners compound made it difficult to get many moments alone, from Riyou sneaking in through your bedroom window at all hours, to Rudo interrupting in the common areas and even Zanka had walked in on the pair of you one too many times. The few messy fumbles in the van outside weren’t enough to keep either of you satiated for long, and the erotic books Semiu recommended you did nothing to help soothe the desire running hot like molten lava through you.

“Do you know how much he misses being inside you?” Enjin dragged the leaking tip of his cock through the mess between your thighs, your hips jolting when the head nudged against your puffy clit, “He wants to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around him— see.”

“You’re such a dork,” You shook your head, scrunching your nose at the way Enjin referred to his cock.

“But you love me for it,” He gave you a toothy grin as he tapped his drooling cockhead against your mound before letting the weight of it hang low as he hovered over you to press a sensual, open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

Enjin’s fingers brushed through your folds, collecting your slick on them as he pushed two inside you. Barely enough to make you feel full as he curled them inside you, prodding at the spongy spot inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch. His thumb teasingly flicking your clit side to side as you leaned into his touch, but it wasn’t enough—

You could feel his cock nudge your thigh, leaving silvery lines of pre against your skin as you raised your knee to press against it. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Swallowing his moans in your throat as you felt him break the kiss with a grin, reaching down to hold your thighs together as he pushed the tip of his cock between them.

“You’re to pretty like this, you know that?” He hummed as he started fucking your thighs, the underside of his cock brushing against your slick folds with every roll of his hips as he towered over you.

Your hands reach up to mould your tits, pinching and tugging at your stiff nipples as you tried to give yourself some added stimulation. The graze of his shaft against your clit was barely enough to have you close, the pleasure ebbing inside you was becoming far too intense as your poor neglected hole throbbed pathetically around nothing.

“Put it in,” You whined, delirious from pleasure as you tried to shift your hips. Spreading your thighs to give him room to slip his drooling cock inside your wet heat.

“What?” Enjin stopped his thrusts abruptly, unsure he’d heard you right, “What did you say?”

“Fuck me, Enjin. Please.” You pout, trying to coax him inside your unprotected hole, “It’s not enough.”

“That’s too risky, sweetheart. I haven’t got—” Enjin swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he glanced down between your bodies to look at your tight heat. Your desperate hole fluttering around nothing as he thought about the way you felt when he stretched you open, fucking you into the shape of him.

“It’ll be fine.” You brushed his doubts away, shifting your hips as he kept his grip against your thighs, your cunt still angled in the perfect position for him to slide right in—

“You’re not on birth control.” You can tell his control is wavering, the excuses few and far between as you feel the length of his cock pressed firmly between your thighs. Coating himself in your messy slick, it would be so easy to just reach between your thighs to push him inside.

“So you can just pull out.” You deadpan, as though it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Just pull out. As if it was that fucking easy.

“That ain’t a reliable method of contraception, sweetheart and you know it.” You were frustrated now, huffing at his objections as he sounded like one of the textbooks from Korvus’ study.

“We’ll be fine.” You pressed, wide eyes practically pleading with him as you jut your lower lip out for good measure. You reached between your thighs to press the tips of your fingers against his heavy cock, smoothing the fresh bead of pre that oozed from the tip along the soft head.

“Oh yeah?” Enjin raised a brow, his chest concaving when you teased his cock, “Do you not remember what happened last time?”

The last time you’d had unprotected sex, you’d had a scare that resulted in Enjin searching trash piles for the chance of finding a pregnancy test. The futile search ended with you sat in front of the doctor being told that you weren’t pregnant, a result that Enjin still had to foot the bill for— but the stress and panic that came along with it were priceless.

“We shouldn’t risk it.” He shook his head, spreading your thighs apart, “I’ll still make you cum, baby.”

“Enjin, please,” You were whining now, but you didn’t even care, “Just pull out.”

It was cute that you trusted him enough to be able to pull out once he felt your warm, wet walls wrapped around his cock. Especially without the security and safety of that pesky latex barrier that always got in the way, and pinched around the base of his cock to stop him from feeling every inch of you.

His resolve was crumbling in front of you, and you could tell. Your fingers push down on the fat tip, dragging it through your messy folds as it caught against your tight hole. Gasping in satisfaction from the contact as you curved your hips, trying to angle them to dip him further inside. Your fluttering, unprepped hole practically inviting him in.

Just one slight buck of your hips and he’d practically be inside you. Stealing the air from your lungs when his swollen cockhead finally breaches your tight hole.

The stretch was intense. A high pitched mewl escaping your lips as you felt him begin to stretch you open, your cunt swallowing him as he rut his hips instinctively. Burying more of his length deeper in your pliant walls, eyes focused on the way you sucked him in as he disappeared inside you.

Fuck. Enjin grunts, watching you take him inch by inch as your warmth engulfed him. He’d forgotten how good you felt like this, and this was the exact moment he realised what a terrible idea it was. At this rate he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself as he felt you pulse around him. Tightening his grip on your hips as he released the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, certain he’d leave bruises in his wake as he stared down at the debauched sight beneath him.

Canting your hips pathetically as you tried to move beneath his harsh grip, doing nothing but pressing the thick tip against the spongy spot inside you as you ground yourself against his cock. At this rate he won’t even last a couple of measley thrusts, so Enjin knows he should pull out— to stop this before it goes any further.

But it had already gone far enough— when your warm hands grab for his shoulders and try to pull his frame down on top of you. The movement only serves to bury his cock even deeper inside your pliant walls as he chokes back a groan, and he starts to wonder why he’s even trying to stop you when the damage is surely already done.

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” He groans as he styles for a moment, cherishing the way your silky walls cling to him with no barriers, no limits.

“Fuck me please, Enjin.” You mewl, “I need it.”

And who is he to deny you?

He’s feral, using the harsh grip on your hips to slam you down on his cock. The rough hairs at the base tickle your clit with each downward motion, your slick mattes into it as you soak his length. Drooling down his balls as you cherish the sensation, trying to remember the last time he felt this good.

“So pretty, baby.” He coos, the shlick pap, pap, pap of his hips against yours fill the dingy room as he fucks into you with urgency. His chest heaves as he feels every inch of you pulse around him, coaxing him in and spurning him on as he sets a brutal pace.

It really has been way too fucking long.

Enjin is certain he’s going insane, delirium takes over as he feels you writhe beneath him. Focused on the way your tits bounce with each rough thrust as a feeble ‘oh’ leaves your lips every time he pushes back inside you, like a record stuck on repeat as he drives forward to pull the sound from you.

“You feel so good, Enjin,” You husk, “So fucking deep.”

Every ounce of restraint has left him now, and his balls are dangerously tight already. Throbbing at the prospect of emptying themselves into your warm, drooling heat. But he’s got to be good, he’s got to show restraint. Everything will be fine, he’ll be able to pull out like this and empty his release onto your stomach.

Enjin is certain there’s nothing in this world or all of the Heavens that feels as good as your warm, wet unprotected cunt feels wrapped around his thick cock. He leans down to pull one of your taut nipples between his teeth, lashing his tongue against it as he begins to suck hard. He feels the way your body responds to him, cunt clenching around his cock as more sinful noises slip past your lips.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, you always were so fucking noisy, positive the rest of the compound would be able to hear you “I’m close already.”

Enjin pushes two fingers inside your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence you, pressing down on the pad of your tongue as you pant hard. Closing your lips around them as you suck against his digits, doing nothing but exasperating the throb in his pelvis as he imagines your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, cum inside me please,” You babble incoherently, drunk on pleasure as the words are muffled by his fingers.

“That ain’t what we agreed.” He practically spits between clenched teeth because how is he supposed to deny you when you sound like that. His cock throbs in agreement with you, and Enjin is certain he’ll have to pull out now before it’s too late. He gives the side of your thigh, just below the swell of your ass a firm spank as you throb around him, “Stop being naughty.”

Enjin’s certain he could do anything to you when you’re like this now. So completely fucked out of your mind, completely intoxicated with arousal. You’d let him cum wherever he pleased without the faintest thought of the dangerous repercussions, burying his cock inside you to kiss your cervix as he douses your pliant walls with his spend. Pulling out to watch it drool from your abused hole before fucking it deeper inside you and filling you again, and again. Until your cunt is stuffed full and drooling with the soppy mixture of your combined releases. Until it all becomes too much and you’re begging for him to stop—

Fuck, he’s got to pull out now or he won’t at all. Enjin’s breath fans your face as he fists the sheets on either side of your head. Leaning his weight off you as he moves his hips back, hissing at the loss of contact.

“Please,” You gasp when you feel him begin to pull out, your thighs tighten around his hips as you lock your ankles behind his ass. Your painted nails dig into his broad shoulders as you cling to him for dear life, even your cunt feels tighter as Enjin chokes back a moan.

“You’re not behaving,” He bites through clenched teeth, hands move to your hips to hold you down in a feeble attempt to make you obey, “You’re being a brat.”

His blunt cockhead brushes your cervix as thick tears clump in your lashes, blinking them back to stare up at him with pleading eyes. Dangerously close to your bliss as you find yourself teetering on the edge of your release.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You chant in a dull mantra as your cunt tightens around him, practically trying to milk him of his release as Enjin is positive now your hips will be bruised from how hard he’s gripping to them.

“You said—” He snarls, trying to stop his final string of willpower from snapping.

“I know, I know,” You whine, “But I need it, please.”

How is he supposed to deny you now?

He cants his hips forward, feeling your thighs tighten around him even more as they limit his movement. Barely able to grind against you as the blunt tip of him spears the spongy spot inside you with each rough thrust. He’s losing his mind, he’s certain of it, from how fucked out you look beneath him.

“You need to let go, sweetheart,” He grunts, trying one more time to pull back from your tight cunt, his hands grip your thighs to try to loosen your grip, “I’m fuckin’ close.”

“No!” You tighten your grip in retaliation, shaking your head, “I want it, please—”

You’d sign his death sentence one day, he’s certain of it. Your fingers move down your tummy to rest over your mound as you press sloppy circles into your clit. The tips of your nails catch against the matted hair at his base as he tilts his head to watch your debauched movements, feeling the way you begin to clamp down around him when he knows you’re about to cum.

"Enjin, I'm gonna— I'm cumming,” And you do— you cum hard.

And then he fucking loses it.

“Fuckin’ shit—” Enjin’s hips buck wildly as the last bit of resolve he’s been clinging to crumbles to nothing, “You little minx.”

As soon as he feels your walls begin to clamp down around him, he’s a goner. Eyes roll back into his skull as he spills thick white ropes of cum deep inside your unprotected cunt. His hips buck wildly as he’s lost to the pleasure, your walls eagerly milking him of all he’s got to give as he fucks his spend deeper inside you. Inside your ripe, fertile womb.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” He snarls, blunt painted nails dig into your hips as he holds you steady, emptying his balls inside you as he coats your insides. Leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your pouty lips as he gives you every last drop, so much that it leaks down his shaft and balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

“This is your fault.” He groans as your thighs finally go lax, allowing him to slip his softening cock from your pulsing walls as he looks down between your thighs at the mess you made. He refuses to blame himself for this, especially when it’s all your fault.

It’s obscene. The way his cum drools out of your abused hole and trickles down towards your ass, pooling on the sheets between your legs as Enjin wonders how that’s all his. It can’t be, some of it has got to be you too. The creamy rings around the base of his cock evidence of your arousal as he leans down closer to spread your folds open with his thumbs. Watching intently as your stretched hole continues to pulse around nothing as it pushes more of his seed out.

“Enjin, don’t.” Your hips jerk when he presses two slender digits inside your entrance, shamelessly fucking his cum back inside you with his fingers as he scoops some up that drooled down towards your asshole. Next time he’d fuck you there so he doesn’t have to worry about you being all round and plump with his child— not that that would even be the worse thing in the world, he ponders. His spent cock already stirs to life at the thought, half hard and throbbing at the prospect as he settles himself lower. Wrapping his arms around your upper thighs as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your puffy clit.

“Fuck, I’m too sensitive.” You whine as he tongues your slit, following the trail of your release as he prods it inside your worn hole. Pushing it inside you to scoop out the globs of his release as he sucks it into his mouth, nose bumping your clit as your fingers immediately thread through his messy blond hair.

There’s just so much, he’s definitely going to have to take you to the Doctors the next morning he thinks. Nudging your clit with his nose as he adds a solo finger to join his tongue, scooping as much of his seed from your quivering hole as he can while he works you towards another climax.

“Enjin,” You cry out in bliss, toes curling as you gush around him. Trying to blink back the white spots that cloud your vision as he presses a few more sloppy kisses to your overstimulated sex, thankful that he’s managed to get most of his spend from your weeping hole although he’s certain it’s not enough.

Moving up your body to grip your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he forces your mouth open, puckering his lips as he spits a mixture of spit and your combined release onto your tongue. Feeling the depraved mixture hit the back of your throat as you swallow it eagerly, tasting him on your tongue as desire begins to swirl in your abdomen once more. Noticing his cock is still half-hard and glistening with your slick as you reach down to wrap your palm around him, but Enjin’s reflexes are quicker as he catches your wrist in one hand.

“Don’t you dare,” He groans, “You’ve already got us into this much of a mess. We’re going to have to go to the Doctors first thing.”

“So,” You practically sing as Enjin flops down onto the worn mattress beside you with a huff, already knowing exactly where this is going, “If we have to go anyway, we might as well make the most of it.”

You’re already shifting beside him to swing your thigh over his hips to settle on top of him with a smug grin. His cock nestled below your warm heat as you drag yourself along the length of him, “Think about the money you’ll save on condoms.”

Yeah, and all the galla wasted on emergency contraception, Enjin groans internally.

Although his thoughts are swiftly forgotten the moment you wrap your hand around the base of him to sink yourself down on him inch by inch. Suddenly he’s not so angry that he got sold a dud condom, not when he feels the way your silky walls cling to every inch of him as you hit the base.

Yeah, it was worth it.

#enjin x reader #Enjin smut #gachiakuta x reader #Gachiakuta smut

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fairyysoup · 1 year ago

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cowboy like me

pairing(s): wild west outlaw!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: A strange man stumbles into your hiding place, unfortunately, and brings his trouble with him.

cw: mature themes, cowboy/wild west au, slow burn, guns, implied outlaw!reader, death threats, gunshot wounds, blood, dramatic introductions, animal death mention, intimidation tactics

a/n: consider this me playing with barbies in real time. i've had this intro chapter written for a long time and it felt like a shame to just keep it in the drafts, but i don't have a set schedule and i'll be writing this as i go. I don't expect this to be a masterpiece or anything, but i wanted to just to keep my creative juices flowing.

THIS ENTIRE FIC IS EXPLICIT. ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

"Thou knowest how great is man, Thou knowest his imbecility; Yet learn thou what he is; Yet learn the lofty destiny Which restless Time prepares For every living soul." -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab

The man didn’t hear you coming until the tip of your shotgun touched the back of his neck. To be fair, though, he’d made quite a bit of racket climbing through the window, and seems to be having trouble catching his breath.

At the feeling of the cold metal against his skin through the veil of his long, dark hair, he freezes. The sound of his noisy breathing cuts out for half a second, and then resumes with a shaky exhale. His hand comes up slowly to the side, the other obscured by the cabinet he’s crouched against.

“Put your arm down.” He halts, yanks his arm down quite suddenly. You know that it’s stupid to have him in such close range to the barrel of your gun; you simply needed him to know that you were armed and there. You back away a few steps, where he can’t snatch the gun from you. “Stand.”

“Look, lady, I’m not gonna hurt yo-”

“Stand.” He follows orders readily enough, but something in the way he sways with the movement has you worried. You refuse to lower the gun. “Who are you?”

“Nobody.”

“This isn’t the fuckin’ Odyssey. What’s your name?” There’s a stiffness in his shoulders that you don’t like.

“Eddie. Edward. ‘Cept my ma only called me that, when I was little.” He turns his head to the side, his back still towards you. He’s still holding his arms out away from his body, some approximation of the hands-up gesture he was pulling before, but the long, black coat he’s wearing covers whatever weapons he’s carrying, and so you still don’t trust him.

“Okay, Eddie. What’re you doing here?”

“Can I turn around, or…?”

“No.”

“I was in the area,” he tells you quickly. “Needed a place to hide. Thought this place looked abandoned enough.”

“Clearly, it’s not.” You move to the side, away from the door of the cottage you stand in. “Leave.”

“I don’t know which way the door is.”

“Jesus Chri- turn around.”

Eddie slowly pivots his body, his palms stretched out and upward. You falter at the sight of the big brown eyes that peer up at you beneath the rim of his hat, and the sheepish smile on full, flushed lips. He bats his eyelashes at you, a quick one-two-three that signals innocence. “M’just doing whatever you tell me to, princess.”

“You’re lucky I don’t blast you to kingdom come,” you retort. Your heel scrapes the wooden floor as you take a step backward, leading him toward the door with the point of your gun. To your irritation, he doesn’t move, his lips drawn tight in discomfort as he turns to stay facing you. “Why do you need a place to hide?”

“I’m a hot commodity ‘round here, I guess.” The hammer of your gun clicks loudly when you cock it. Eddie’s eyes go round as saucers. “Okay! Okay, I’m a wanted man. Y’happy?”

“Get. Out.” You leer at him, trying your best to appear intimidating. You figure the only intimidating thing about you is the gun. You can’t have him here. It’s too close for comfort, too inconvenient.

“And go where? There’s nothing here for miles, except hills and woods and more hills. Maybe a cliff or two so I can fall to my death. They’ll catch me in a minute.”

“Who’s they?”

Your answer comes as a hard rap at the cottage door. You both jump; you turn to glance at the door, and in the second that you do, Eddie lunges forward to grab the barrel of your gun. A gasp tears from your mouth as you feel yourself wheeled around, off-kilter, your hands on the hilt of the gun suddenly pinned to your body and your back to Eddie’s chest.

You hear his heavy breathing in your ear, the rim of his hat folding against the back of your head. He has you caged, using the gun as leverage. “You need to get rid of them.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“You’re the lady of the house, right?” You don’t say anything in return. It’s an easy assumption for him to make, considering the way you’d vehemently told him to leave. Considering how unassumingly you’re dressed, in a blue day dress. How you’re the only person around, apparently, for miles. “You send ‘em away, or I’ll have to do something nasty.”

“And if I don’t?” You’re stalling. “Y’gonna kill me, too?”

Eddie pauses, and you can feel him turn his head a bit toward you, the brim of his hat dragging through your hair. His nose just nudges the shell of your ear. “Don’t make me into something I’m not, sweetheart.”

He guides you toward the door by moving forward, pressing against your back and forcing you to move your feet or topple you both, and make a good amount of noise doing it. You trip over your toes, your heart jammed up in your throat by the way his body presses up against yours.

Within arm’s reach of the door, he lowers the shotgun away from your chest. The only thing caging you to him anymore is his hand, barely ghosting over the waistline of your dress. Still, the pit in your stomach anchors you to him. As another deafening knock sounds at the door, he leans ever closer to your ear.

“Be a good girl and send ‘em away. Can you do that f’me?” You nod, your face and chest burning so fiercely at the cadence of his voice in your ear that it’s giving you a headache. Eddie whispers, “Good,” and pulls away from you.

At least, you think he’s going to. But then he grabs you by the elbow, and hauls you the rest of the way toward the door before standing just beside it. He lifts the shotgun, and points it at the door.

The man on the other side of it is tall, blond, and obviously not a sheriff. He’s still well dressed, but he lacks the distinct badge of honor that a sheriff, or even a sheriff’s deputy, would carry. Four other men tarry behind him on horseback.

“Howdy, ma’am,” the man says, flashing you a grin that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Sorry to bother you. We’re out here lookin’ for a man- been lookin’ for some time now.”

“Well, as you can see, you haven’t found him.” You tilt your head, looking past him at his posse. “Where are you from?”

“Carmine, about four or five miles from here. Hiram Carver’s ranch. I’m Jason, his son.” He rests his hands on his hips, looking far too comfortable for his predicament; you will your eyes not to flick toward the loaded gun pointed at him through the flimsy board of the door. “See, we’re lookin’ for Eddie Munson. Y’heard that name?”

You shake your head ‘no,’ but of course you’ve heard the name. Everyone in the southwest has heard of Eddie Munson- highwayman, thief, gambler, and supposedly a murderer. According to the stories.

The stories, as you know, are rarely true.

Jason grunts, looking down at the toe of his boot as it twists back and forth on the wooden porch. “Eddie… he’s a dangerous man. And he hurt someone very close to me. It’s important that he sees justice for it.”

“Well, what did he do?” you prod mildly. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

Jason gives you a reserved smile, like he was hoping you would ask but isn’t really willing to share. “Oh, he just took something that wasn’t his to take. Y’know, as thieves do.”

Jason takes a step forward, nearly crossing the threshold; you don’t move, hoping that he doesn’t try to shove his way past. You grab the back handle of the door, hoping to leverage yourself if he tries.

“You seen anyone come through here?”

You shake your head again. “We rarely get folks coming up to these parts.”

“We?”

You don’t like the suspicion in his tone. “My husband and I.”

“Your husband home?”

“No, sir,” you reply pointedly, trying not to clench your teeth. “He’s gone to town. He won’t be back ‘til nightfall.”

Jason nods, but he doesn’t look entirely convinced. “We chased Eddie up into these hills early this morning. He’s on foot, wounded. He couldn’t have gotten far. Which way did your husband go?”

“East. Toward Benton.” Your hand tightens on the doorknob. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s head turn just slightly to look at it. “He’s armed, if you’re concerned your man might try to kill him.”

“He’s not our man,” Jason snaps, letting the fake pleasantries drop quite suddenly. “Not yet, anyway. May we come in, take a look around?”

“Is this an inquisition?”

Another smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “We’re just trying to be thorough.”

Your patience wearing thin, you take a step toward him. You feel Eddie’s warm hand gently clasp your stiff one, but you’re already saying, “I’m sure that while you’re trying to be thorough, the man you’re looking for is getting further awa-”

A deafening gunshot rings out, and you yelp, flinching backwards into the cottage on instinct. It takes you a moment to realize that the gunshot came from outside, echoing off of the hills, and not, as you had feared, from behind the door you stand beside.

Eddie’s hand squeezes yours, though you’re not sure if it’s for reassurance or to get you back on course. Jason has already stalked off of the porch, cursing, shouting at his men to follow the sound of the gunshots.

“Thanks for the help,” Jason calls to you as he mounts his horse, like an afterthought, and takes off without saying goodbye. You don’t mourn the loss.

By the time you close the door again, Eddie has already slumped against the wall beside it, looking pale.

“You’re wounded?”

“I told you to send them away.”

You take a deep breath, ignoring that he’d talked over you. “Where are you wounded?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Eddie pushes himself away from the wall, handing you the shotgun. “Your husband will be home soon, if that bullet wasn’t for him.”

“I don’t have a husband.” You take the gun from him, but give him an exasperated look. “You’re not very good at figuring out when people are lying.”

“Call me an optimist,” Eddie shrugs, his dark eyes following you as you set the shotgun aside. “I like seeing the good in people.”

“Yeah? How’s that working for you?” You shake your head, trying not to focus on the feeling of his eyes on you. “You’re also pretty stupid to have given this back to me.”

“I have others.”

You don’t like it. It’s too troublesome, too much of a mistake. He can’t afford to stay here, and you can’t afford to keep him around. Regardless, you look him up and down, then step forward and reach to undo his belt.

“Whoa- what’re you- easy there.” Eddie’s hand weakly grabs your wrist, and he winces. “I may be a good time guy and all, but this is a little fast, even for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you tell him. “You want to stay here? I’m taking your weapons.”

He fixes you with a wide-eyed look. “I thought you didn’t want me to stay.”

You pause. “I don’t. But Jason and his men will probably be sticking around for a while, waiting to see if I was telling the truth. And you are wounded,” you say, turning your hand to grasp his wrist, but he just takes your hand in his. With a look at his face, you think it’s just an instinctual move. “And on foot, apparently.”

“They shot my horse,” he tells you quietly, his eyes cast down to the floor. “Shot me, too.”

You frown, lowering your voice to be as quiet as his. “Where?”

Finally, he gestures to his belt. You tentatively resume undoing it, and once it falls away, leaving you with two pistols and a whole lot of bullets, you pull the fabric of his coat aside.

You hadn’t noticed it before- the black coat hid the stain fairly well, upon first glance. But, on his wrinkled linen blouse, a bright crimson stain blooms against his hip.

Eddie grimaces, his knees starting to shake. “Can’t be that bad. Can hardly feel it.”

“You’ve gotta be the worst outlaw imaginable,” you tut, guiding him across the room, toward a dusty bed in the corner. “Can’t tell when others are lying. Can’t tell a lie, yourself.”

“I’ve done a lot of rotten things, but I’ve never been a liar,” he grunts.

“What can you do?”

“Play dice real good.” He hisses when he slumps onto the mattress, a cloud of dust springing up in the air after him. He sneezes, his hat toppling off his head and leaving a halo of dark, curly hair to hit the pillow. “You don’t actually live here, do you?”

You smile at him, trying to hold back a laugh. “No.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

You look up at him, and find his dark eyes trained on you as your fingers begin unbuttoning his blouse. “Same as you. Hiding.”

“From what?”

“Right now? Jason Carver.”

Eddie laughs, and it’s a hollow sounding thing, rasping in his throat. He’s going to pass out. “You and me both, sweetheart.” He pauses as you pull his blouse open, untucking the tails from his trousers. “I can’t stay here. S’not fair to you.”

“Where are you gonna go, honey?” You ask him mildly, not meaning to condescend but still managing to come off that way. “You’ve got no horse.”

“Yeah.” Eddie closes his eyes, sighing one more sad, shaky breath. “I fuckin’ loved that horse.”

After that, it’s all darkness for him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #cowboy!eddie munson #outlaw!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #roses*

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womenaremypriority · 18 days ago

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Sharing the words of Beka Saw Munduruku, a 21 year old indigenous climate activist who’s super cool.

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I have come to the United States to ask the Cargill-MacMillan family to stop the destruction of our land. My people are called the Munduruku, which means “the red ants.” We are 13,000 strong, divided into 160 communities. Life is simple here. We plant, we harvest, we create. We learn by watching our elders. This is how we learn the riches of our culture: our stories, our forests, our animals.

We have lived here in the heart of the Amazon for over 4,000 years. But now our world hangs by a thread.

Modern science tells us that our forests stabilize the climate and shape the weather. My people have always known this. Science tells us the Amazon is nearing a tipping point, a point of no return where the forest will no longer sustain itself. My people already see and suffer from these changes.

But this is not our biggest problem.

There is illegal mining, there is illegal logging. There is the theft of our land and our trees and the damming of rivers. There is the murder of those who defend the land and the brutal intimidation of our leaders. And all of these problems grow because companies like Cargill covet our land and subject it to so-called development.

We have been fighting against Cargill for a long time. It has been devastating.

Your executives tell us that Cargill is a good company, that they have pledged to end the destruction of nature. But this is not our experience.

In every region where Cargill operates, you are destroying the environment and driving out or threatening the communities who live there.

Despite your many commitments to end deforestation, the destruction has increased.

Last year alone an area of tropical forest twice the size of Massachusetts was destroyed.

And while your company publicly promises to end these practices, you only expand further into our lands.

The worst example of Cargill’s unceasing expansion is the Ferrogrão. The Ferrogrão is a 1,000-kilometer railway that Cargill wishes to cut through our lands to transport soy. Soy produced from the destruction of the Cerrado – a critical ecosystem south of the Amazon.

Last year the forests and savannas of the Cerrado were destroyed at a rate of 8,000 acres a day. This is an area of destruction the size of your hometown of Minneapolis every five days.

Our relatives in the Cerrado are the target of constant threats from ranchers and land-grabbers. In addition to this, they are suffering from pesticides from the crops and the contamination of their rivers and streams.

The Ferrogrão will impact 16 Indigenous territories including those of the Munduruku, Panará, Kayapó, and our relatives of the Xingu Indigenous Land. This railway will destroy 2,000 square kilometers of the Amazon forests we live in, including Munduruku lands that are currently federally protected Indigenous Territory[1] It will open our lands to more land grabbers and illegal miners and loggers who already invade and burn our lands and murder our people.

The Brazilian Supreme Court has ruled that the Ferrogrão is illegal, but economic interests like Cargill want to change the laws to allow for construction. Cargill has said that anyone who opposes the Ferrogrão is “irresponsible.”

We are fighting for our lives. For our land. For our cultures. For our children and grandchildren.

This is not irresponsible.

What is irresponsible is for your company to make promises to end deforestation while continuing to expand into our territories and giving license to others to do the same.

You have the power to stop this.

You must cease the destruction of our forests. You must stop expanding into our territory. You must stop selling commodities from lands stolen from Indigenous peoples. You must stop the murder of the defenders of these lands.

Listen to the guardians of the Amazon and cease your destruction. We defend our lands not just for our people but for all of humanity. Your company is harming our collective future.

We wish to leave our children and grandchildren the life our ancestors gave to us.

I am Munduruku, and I will never give up this fight.

Beka Saw Munduruku

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#my post #feminism #radblr #environment #climate justice

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opencommunion · 11 months ago

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"What is this force, these human beings, referred to in this word – resistance?

First, literally, we refer to the achievement of the poorest and most strategically disadvantaged people on the planet. Within the encircled and immiserated Gaza Strip, many of the Al-Qassam fighters are orphans. Amidst closure and de-development, the popular resistance has been able to consolidate an arsenal and bring 1.5% of its population into a guerrilla force of 30,000-40,000 men that can – man for man – outmatch nearly any in the world.

The resistance, secondly, has alloyed ideological commitment, willingness to sacrifice for their people, and technological ingenuity into armed capacity capable of going head-to-head with a nuclear power from underground tunnels, the ‘rear base’ and physical strategic depth needed for guerilla insurgency. The concrete is their mountains. From there they have imperiled an enemy with orders of magnitude higher GDP per capita – Israeli GDP is at $52,000 a year, with arsenals worth billions.

Third, the resistance, in launching its October 7 operation, is an example to the world that post-Soviet asphyxiation and extermination procedures, sanctions and terror lists and aid-based countermeasures, could not prevent the rise of a disciplined and new national movement from raising its head to the sky.

Fourth, the popular cradle brings the word resistance beyond armed men to doctors going to their deaths in lieu of abandoning their patients and women and men in the Gaza Strip’s North – facing white phosphorus rather than abandoning their homes. It is precisely the strength of the civilian commitment to the national project that provokes US-Israeli extermination: ‘the 'civilian' officials, including hospital administrators and school administrators, and also the entire Gaza population’ are, as a result, the targets – not out of cruelty but to break Hamas by breaking its cradle.

Fifth, through these achievements, the Palestinian resistance has been able to present an acute threat to the settler-capitalist property structures called Israel, to militarized accumulation, to the world’s workshop for counterinsurgency technology, and to the entire architecture of regional repression with its associated petrodollar flows, treasury and security purchases, and arms merchandising. For capitalism is not just the smooth clockwork of accumulation through generalized commodity exchange and labor exploitation, it is the machinery of violence – its technology – which ensures the smooth running of the clock, the thingification of its human elements, the political decisions to maintain and rework the machinery of monopoly accumulation, and the waste of human lives which is increasingly the core Arab input into global capitalism.

More worryingly from the perspective of monopoly power, the Palestinian resistance is not alone. It is part of a regional populist resistance enfolding the poorest people on Earth. ... It is unimaginable that the neocolonial authoritarian states nor their US benefactor would remotely tolerate massive working-class militia which speak a language of justice and republicanism and raise arms against those states’ sponsors. In turn, it is as natural as the sun rising in the East that the US, the UK, Germany, France, and their Gulf and Arab satraps would converge on support for Israel as the spear’s tip of the assault on the surrounding Arab popular militia.

And because Israel is the keystone of the regional imperialist order – maintained not by hegemonic consensus but the brutality of Apaches and Merkavas – it is as natural as water falling from clouds that what has developed in the Gaza Strip, as soon as it mobilized politically and militarily, would incite the Western reaction to wipe it from the face of the Earth and impose unimaginable horror to terrify the Palestinian, Arab, and Third World people to never again raise their heads.

The October 7 operation has perhaps overcome the central role of the Israeli state in accumulation on a world scale: ingraining a state of defeat amongst the Arab working classes, as part-and-parcel of the post-Soviet ideological defeat imposed by capital upon labor globally. Deterrence is the form that defeat takes when pushed to the military plane, and Israel openly admits that its deterrence has been shattered.

Seen from this perspective, the risks run by the western capitalist states – their imposition of fascist regulation against freedoms of speech and assembly, their backing for genocide, their desperation to see the Palestinian armed militia wiped from the face of the Earth – is logical, reasonable, and rational in its sociopathy. It is the logic of monopoly attempting to defend itself and the consciousness which bodyguards it with fire from the sky. It is a logic which fills graveyards, and a logic which makes orphans, and it is a logic which might yet meet its end in that crossroads of continents – that salient, and city and their camps and their people."

#palestine #resistance #imperialism

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digitalk24 · 1 year ago

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vesanal · 20 days ago

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 16th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Heya again y’all! Another joyous day of writemas has come to greet us again! Here is the invite post if you have no idea what I’m talking about and here is where you can check out the prompts I am doing for today!! Today is a fun one! Hope ya like ;)

Prompts used:

(more than usual today)

Feeling: The stirring of darkness + The hiss of the wind(like at the very end lmao)

Dialogue: "Surrender, it is your only hope, your only salvation."

Setting: An altar

Since today is kinda spoookyyy I decided that this a great opportunity to introduce the Bone-Binder to y’all!! He’s sorta been this thing that people have just referred to in each of the writemasses so far, and today I aimed to actually show him and all of his evilness!

Read about the WIP here!!

Have fun reading!!

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Gold, silver and other precious commodities adorned the strange room around them. It was like stepping into a portal and seeing into another dimension. Priceless materials laid at their feet, only at an arm’s reach. Lined along the edges of the room were candles, leading up to many more circling around paintings of a person.

An altar. Such a beautiful one, too. Yet, it was a gluttonous, sickening site for the group to take in. Completely dedicated entirely to the so called ‘one true King’ as it stated so loudly on each tapestry, sign, and painting. The same King that will soon enough have enough power between his bony claws to take over the Queen in rule and control Pytharios to restore true order to the world. They called him the Bone-Binder, from what one of them could read on the engravings of the golden plaque in front of them.

Just outside of the cathedral in which they peered into, something stirred in the withered forest. The sounds kept creeping closer and closer to the doors behind them than any of them would have liked for an especially eerie night like this. One of them looked behind her, then all around, to make sure no one had followed them inside. It seemed to be safe enough for them to rest until it was too late.

Broken glass suddenly shattered into the air as a battalion of fully armed soldiers jumped down from the cathedral's roof windows and grabbed each member of the venturing wanderers. Every single one of adventurers were held back effortlessly, like they didn't even matter to them.

“Let us go! You have no quarrel with us! Please!“ One girl wailed, fearing for all of their lives.

The solider prevent her from her escape hissed into her ear, sneering, “Well, you’ll have to do better than that to live tonight, doll. We need lives like yours for our…cause, we shall say.”

“We are just simple travelers through the area, we meant no harm!” Another, this time a young boy, screamed out loud.

“You are encroaching upon our land. That is considered high treason by the standards of the Bone-Binder. “ The commander of the armed soldiers stated, holding up their spear to the crowd of hostaged innocent people.

Knocking loose suddenly from one of the soldier's death grip, one man pulled out a crude wand with small gemstones fixed from it’s neck to it’s tip. He held it up high so every solider in the room could watch him destroy them all, his look of determination intensifying.

Immediately after casting the spell, though, something shot to his wand, creating a small explosion after it’s hit. Cracks formed all along the surface of the gemstones, causing each one to collapse into itself and fall apart into pieces, completely negating the spell it was casting. Falling to his knees involuntarily, he fell under control to a strange force that had just entered the room.

"Surrender, it is your only hope, your only salvation." A large cloaked figure spoke chillingly from the shadows, commanding the room around him in a cold tone.

He put up his bone hands, only having tattered gray skin resume at his wrists from the abuse of his gem burning it off, to dismiss his soldiers from retaliation, as if he was allowing them to stand by his side and watch the real magic begin. Then, with one quick motion, each of them began to convulse with pain as the dazzling jewel at the end of his wand warped further and further, bending to do his bidding.

Eventually, the movement stopped. No one in the room could move, even the soldiers who watched it all happen. Frozen cold from fear of what he might do next, the commander of the skeletal army quickly glanced over at the Bone-Binder.

“Clean up the mess, you.” The Bone-Binder said, accompanied with an icy stare and a sinister grin growing across his gaunt, yet bare from any skin and musculature, face, “Now I have enough core power to invade across the Sunnes River, and make a quick stop by to see our old friends in Milev. What do you say, commander?”

As the Bone-Binder opened the door to the outside of the cathedral, the wind sent it’s final howl then came to a halt when it realized who it was dealing with.

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beneaththehalo · 20 days ago

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beneath the mistletoe [zayne x gn! reader]

summary: it’s your first time attending the annual akso hospital christmas party. you notice that your work crush, the young cardiothoracic surgeon dr. zayne, hasn’t brought a date, perhaps you can meet him under the mistletoe?

tags: fluff, mutual pining, holiday themes, hand holding, one kiss. author’s note located @ the end of the fic.

it’s the annual department christmas party and everyone seems to be in jovial spirits. people brought their long term partners, delicious holiday desserts, and secret santa gifts to exchange. the community atmosphere of akso hospital, particularly the cardiology floors, was what drew you to working there in the first place. you started working there as nurse in the summer after graduating from your program.

thankfully, a more senior nurse named yvonne took you under her wing so you could truly get a lay of the floor. she helped instill confidence in you from the very beginning, leading you through your orientation and answering all your questions without complaint. the mentorship was something you were really grateful for, and something you hoped to pay forward to ‘new grad’ nurses in the future. eventually, you grew accustomed to the other fellow nurses and healthcare workers on the floor. however, you hardly ever saw the doctors.

you had heard great things, of course. dr. greyson always delivered the best cookies for nurses appreciation week. dr. zayne made frequent trips to the pediatric ward with sweets to cheer up the children when he wasn’t saving lives on the operating table. however, you only ever saw them in passing. they were far too busy for socialization, except of course, when it was forced upon them.

you aren’t exactly sure how you could have developed such an innocent crush on doctor zayne in such a short amount of time, but yvonne assured you that it happened to almost everyone. a handsome, young, kind and talented doctor was a hot commodity. she was also brutally honest when she told you that zayne had never shown interest in anybody romantically before. he was very invested in his work and despite many, *many* attempts by yvonne to set him up on a date, he always refused. he always had some sort of excuse — too busy with work, took an extra volunteer slot in the arctic, researching the latest medical technology. you shrugged. your crush was harmless. you occasionally left the room when he was using the vending machine for a chocolate bar because you were blushing so bad and that was the extent of it.

but now, you stood at the snack table of the annual department holiday party searching for something to satisfy your sweet tooth when you feel the cold brush of doctor zayne’s hand meet your own. “sorry,” you immediately flinch, drawing your hand back as your eyes flick up to meet his. they were a pretty green, like a spruce tree; you had never seen them up close. “it’s quite alright,” he says softly, placing the macaron in your hand. “I should not eat all of these myself regardless,” he admits, a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips. you offer him a polite thanks as you take the cookie from him.

your eyes trail down to the ugly sweater he had chosen to wear. it had everything. unnecessary sequins, a snowman with black puffball buttons, excessive textures — it was endearing to see such a stoic man pull off a look. “i like your sweater doctor zayne,” you compliment, offering him a genuine smile as you take in the details of the look. the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment. “ah yes well, yvonne said i could not attend if i did not partake,” he confesses as the tips of his ears turn red with embarrassment. that was yvonne for you, the only nurse who could boss the doctors around. you nod appreciatively as you bite into the macaron. “good call on this, the peppermint is so yummy,” you say with a soft smile.

“doctors always know best,” he says in his monotone voice, and you pray he has a sense of humor as you bust out into laughter. thankfully, it causes him to offer a taut smile, bemused by your reaction to his dry remark. “sir, no offense, but i’ve worked here for about a month or so and even i know that isn’t true. no matter how delicious dr. greyson’s cookies are” you tease in response, which earns another smile from him. you aren’t sure why you were so intimidated in the first place; he was easier to talk to than you expected.

“did you bring a date?” he asks casually, noting how many people brought their significant others along to meet their work colleagues. you’re not sure why you feel embarrassed by the question, but your cheeks feel hot. “oh uh, no. i recently moved here, so no chance for me to get to know anybody in that capacity yet…” you respond sheepishly, gaze falling to your twiddling thumbs. “and you?” you ask. he shakes his head ‘no’. “i’m single,” he admits. “not many people want to date someone with my schedule, and i’m not exactly interested in something casual.” you nod in understanding, even though his confession weirdly tugs at your heartstrings.

yvonne begins rounding everyone up for the white elephant gift exchange, causing you and doctor zayne to reluctantly leave the snack table. you’re a bit lost, trying to navigate exactly where the white elephant exchange was happening. you feel the cool brush of a hand touch yours again. “wrong way,” he chuckles softly, guiding you in the opposite direction. “right, thanks,” you smile, heart fluttering at his kind touch. normally, you would reject such affections, but you felt so safe with him, that you didn’t mind. aside from yvonne, you felt like you had finally made another connection in linkon city.

“pause!” yvonne says, stopping both you and the broad shouldered doctor zayne in the doorway. with a knowing smirk, she points upward at the top of the doorframe. both you and zayne’s eyes trail upward. mistletoe. your eyes meet again. “we don’t have to,” he whispers softly, his cheeks already turning red. “i want to—“ you interrupt him, allowing yourself to step closer to him in the narrow doorframe. now chest-to-chest, you gaze at him expectantly. “is everyone going to stare at us?” he whispers as he cups your face gently in his hands. “let them,” you whisper softly, breath fanning on his lips as you stand on your tiptoes.

your eyes flutter shut as you feel zayne’s lips meet yours. the kiss is hesitant, but sweet as you return it — hands delicately resting upon his chest and feeling his racing heart. it’s too short, and you already feel yourself missing the faint hint of mint and chocolate of his kiss as he pulls back. he doesn’t let go of your hand as you both sit beside one another for the gift exchange. you notice yvonne elbow zayne in the side with a comment like, “i told you that you’d like them” beneath her breath and zayne turning away with a shy blush. by the end of the party, you already had a date scheduled for next week.

a/n: i got deep into my zayne feelings recently and wanted to write something cute for the holiday season! thank you to @kinny-away for encouraging me to write again. officially opening my ask box up for holiday themed drabble requests for resident evil and love & deepspace, so send em in while you can! p.s. while you’re here, sign my virtual christmas tree?

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stomach-bugg09 · 2 years ago

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what about neteyam bringing home someone (romantic) and fali and y/n just teasing the shit out of them in front of the family😭😭

summary: [y/n] knows neteyam’s big secret.

a/n: okay i’m actually crying this is so short but so sweet. like not only does it embody fali and [y/n]’s dynamic , but it’s a strong example of how much [y/n] loves her baby siblings. she would do anything for them , despite how much she teases them. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing !! reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy

warnings: literally nothing, sm fluff, the cutest thing i have possibly ever written, healthy sibling relationships

words: 895 ( sorry y’all , it’s much shorter than i meant , but i didn’t wanna ruin it by adding too much !! )

baby brother’s got a girl

not once in her life could [y/n] have imagined any of her baby brothers bagging a girl.

sure, they had their father’s genes, but they also had their father’s stupidity, a trait that was communicated through their inability to woo any girl their age. trust me when i say that [y/n] has witnessed a multitude of failed attempts, especially back when they still lived in high camp.

as long as she knew her brothers, which was for about fourteen to sixteen years—roughly—she also knew they were a hot commodity based on their mere titles as the sons of the toruk makto. that always crashed and burned as soon as they talked due to the unfortunate fact that boys were just too awkward to flirt back.

that’s why [y/n] was absolutely floored when she found out lo'ak's attempts with tsireya were actually successful.

hey, she supposed. anything can happen in awa’atlu, right? i mean, i found love, which was thought impossible just a year ago.

but, there was a difference between impossible and just out of this goddamn world. it was just a few days ago that [y/n] realized, not only did lo’ak have a girl of his own, but neteyam did.

neteyam, of course, had no idea that [y/n] knew. he was trying to keep it a secret. only until they were, well, official past the mutual flirting stage. he also thought that he was being sly… he was not!

it was one night when, after neytiri and jake left to go meet up with some of the clan’s adults for some social thing ( the metkayina loved to party ), neteyam quietly tip-toed past where [y/n] laid stretched out on the ground, admiring the ceiling in complete and utter boredom.

“where are you going, bro?” [y/n] sat up with a grin.

he froze immediately, eyes closing in frustration. “uh, just… out.” neteyam slowly turned towards her with an innocent smile.

“out?” she questioned, eyes widening in amusement. when he only nodded, she pushed herself up off the ground, standing on her two feet. “so, this has nothing to do with ipey?”

“shit,” he cursed, head dropping in defeat.

“ahah!” [y/n] declared, pointing at him. at the sound of the rest of their siblings shifting in their sleep, she immediately quieted down. “ahah,” she repeated in a whisper.

“[y/n],” he bagged quietly, walking towards her and grabbing her shoulders. “please do not tell anyone. please!” neteyam pulled her in, nose to nose, and [y/n] had to keep herself from breaking into laughter. “i do not need mom and dad up my ass about this right now.”

[y/n] bit her bottom lip in amusement. “aw, poor baby boy and his private life.” neteyam only gave her an unamused look. “okay, okay!” [y/n] stepped backwards, hands raised in mock defense. “your secret’s safe with me.”

“thank you,” neteyam breathed out, relief flooding his voice.

“but!” he looked back up, eyes flaring in concern. “only if you don’t mind fali and me just… taking a casual stroll on the beach, maybe keeping an eye out for disobedient teenagers.”

“are you kidding?”

[y/n] only smiled. “not in the slightest!” at that, fali stepped out from the doorway where he’d been standing for the past few minutes to listen to the discussion.

“don’t worry, bud, we’re just gonna be out there to keep our favorite sully boy from doing anything gross.” fali grinned deviously.

at the same time that neteyam protested, “you are disgusting,” lo’ak’s voice called from where he slept. “hey!”

neteyam’s jaw-dropped at that. “now lo’ak knows?”

[y/n] only laughed. “oh, please, he already knew.”

“yeah!” he yelled from the back of the marui. “i’m the one who told [y/n] and fali in the first place.”

“he also told the rest of us,” kiri mumbled with a tired huff. tuk hummed in agreement.

neteyam dropped his head in defeat. “i hate all of you. like, every single one of you. so, so much.”

“aw, you don’t mean that, little brother!” [y/n] cried teasingly as he spun around and stomped out the door. “you love us!”

“stay safe, make good choices!” fali echoed, the couple laughing as he only shook his head, shoulders tense and full of annoyance.

they only watched from the dock as he made his way across the beach, disappearing once he turned the corner. [y/n] smiled from where she leaned against fali, his arm wrapped around her in comfort.

“you think he’s gonna be okay?” fali wondered quietly.

[y/n] only chuckled. “i hope so. i cannot handle a heart-broken neteyam. that would be, like, the worst thing in the entire world.”

“is it because you love your brother so much?” fali teased.

“uh, no,” she replied dryly. “it’s because i don’t want to deal with tears and snot.”

fali dropped her head back, letting out a loud stream of laughter at that. the vibrations of his chest sent a smile across [y/n]’s face, her body melting into his embrace even more.

“oh, please,” he whispered once he calmed down. “you would drop anything to make sure he’s okay.”

“i hate when you’re right.”

with that, he pressed a kiss on top of her head. “and yet, here we are.”

she nodded slowly, closing her eyes and leaning her head against him. “here we are.”

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