#miriam dom

[drackiszunk]

Miriam…. “My beautiful boy.”

I’m literally crying in the middle of the airport waiting for my flight.

“Would you do the same thing to save me?”

“Without hesitation.”

I will break you all cause I’m an emotional wreck. Are these books supposed to make me cry?!?

[nulli-cat]

You asked us, now Let's ask you!

Who are your favorite Characters in Dungeon Crawler Carl?

Top three at least 😎🙏 side or main, either or!

I LOVE CARL (a normal amount)

he's relatable. he's like me if I was a 26 year old 6'3 guy with anger issues

I also love donut as well. she's so silly and funny. I obviously like cats (look at my name)

I don't count them because they are literally the main duo so of course I have to like them.

Miriam Dom!!!! If I was in the crawl I would NEED to meet her!!! I love motherly characters in fiction (idk what that says about me). she seemed so sweet. She's my fav. I am her #2 fan. (#1 is Prepotente)

Katia !!! she seemed sweet as well. she'd be cool to hang out with.

ELLE!!! I love her! she's so sassy and dare I say cool. she's one of the best side characters. I would also like to meet her.

[mongo-the-liensis]

Miriam: What do you think Carl will do for a distraction?

Prepotente: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Prepotente: ... or they could do that.

[nyrlthtp]

Having lots of thoughts about Mordecai...

While the System AI is more predictably sydbait, and while I adore the AI for all its freakishness and messy depth, I do think Mordecai maintains the "favorite character" spot for me. Putting my thoughts under the cut because there are some things about the seventh book mixed in.

Maybe it's just that I'm not immune to the Sad Dad trope at the end of the day. Maybe it's that "by his left tit" is the funniest exclamation ever. Maybe it's the grudges he's been holding onto, or the sadness he's been nursing for so long.

What's interesting is he doesn't have a parent/child-related backstory that others do—Maggie My or Frank Q, or Katia, or even Miriam Dom (albeit hers was related to fur-children). His story only ever involves his brother, and Chaco, and Odette, and Huanxin. So this paternal nature is based on nothing more than how much he cares.

And he's aware of that, too. It's why he gets so angry when Donut makes him her Manager. It's why he's so annoyed about letting the NPCs into the safe room. It's why he comes across as such a grumpy hardass—because he knows he'll get attached, and he knows the crawl kills many more people than it will ever let go. Caring about NPCs is a fruitless endeavor to him, and getting too attached to Crawlers is just setting himself up for more hurt when they die.

And that caring has to be why his anger at Chaco and Odette (and Huanxin, but that is slightly different) is so vitriolic. They weren't just random people; they were people he trusted, people he cared about, because he's incapable of not caring. And then, from his point of view, they betrayed him and killed his brother. It wasn't a random grudge; it was a betrayal of his love and care.

And that is why he is so adamant that Carl can't save everyone. He knows, firsthand, that people will turn on each other when things get too dire, and caring for everyone will only hurt worse in the long run.

But he also can't resist his own nature. From playing movies early on for the NPC children, to inviting other NPCs into the safe room as part of his own idea, to holding and reading to Ruby at what felt like the end of the world, to getting directly involved in a possibly-futile effort to save Louis.

There really is no point in this rambling, except to say that I love Mordecai so much. Despite that "deep well of sadness" Carl saw in him, filled as it is with all the loss he's experienced, and despite knowing that the loss toll can only keep going up the more he cares, he still does. While he did what he could to maintain distance at a professional level as Game Guide, once he was Donut's Manager (and only after he went through his drunken bender to cope), he didn't bother trying to maintain distance. He was in it. It was too late.

All he could do were the only things he's ever been able to do: care, and help.

[draconicmaw]

The Butcher's Masquerade final thoughts

Wow! What a rollercoaster. This book had me crying a total of 4 times.

The foreshadowing from the Cookbook is always cool but also anxiety-inspiring. Is it going to be used in Carl's plan...? Is this a problem they will face...?

Big Tina was an absolutely delightful yet tragic addition to this story. Her roaring for her mommy toward the end was one of the times I cried. And dinos with vampirism...? Absolutely wild, 10/10.

Carl's mission to slaughter all the hunters was so masterful, and I love how he succeeded so thoroughly. It was poignant to learn the backstory of some of the hunters, that this was also their own last ditch effort for survival, and that Carl used that as a political weapon before being muted at the end of the floor is definitely going to set up more stuff in the 6th and 7th book.

Katia getting the crown of the sepsis whore was something I anticipated occurring. Its description and continuous reference was too much for it not to come back and in a big way. However, I did not see it coming that it would be because of Eva. That bitch. Also, it's the show runner's goal to have them all turn on each other at some point.

Vra's death was anticlimactic and I love it. She really deserved to die with no one really watching or caring. Can't get over the Vra and Circe thing. Incredibly fucked up but so on brand for them.

The AI negating Carl's debuffs on the 7th floor...! Now, did it do that for everybody or just its favorite crawler... Remains to be seen. I am leaning toward the latter.

Where the hell did Samantha go?

"Are you breaking up with me? Is it because of Louis?" Lol damn girl who all do you think you are dating?!

I am actually so damn sad about Firas. When he and Louis were introduced in The Gate of the Feral Gods, I did not think I was going to be so attached to them.

But honestly, that devastation does not compare to Miriam Dom. Holy shit I ugly cried about that. Poor Pony. He is his mother's Good, Smart boy. Also I love that he just straight up broke the 7th floor. Fuck you, Cascadia.

Signet becoming aware and sacrificing herself was so touching. Also, the intimate but platonic bond between her and Carl was so beautiful. They really loved each other. I loved seeing a deep bond portrayed between a male and a female character where she isn't like a sister, daughter, or mother. Just a really good friend. A soul-friend, if that makes any sense.

Also, let's not forget Bea! Fuck you, Bea! So glad that Donut got to say everything she needed to her. So glad that Carl doesn't even care because he really has so much more on his plate to deal with and Bea doesn't really deserve any more headspace than what she got.

The Popovs getting out because of their game guide... I love how so many of the game guides really want the best for the crawlers (even though some are awful, like Maggie's).

I really want to know what happened with Chaco, Mordecai, and Odette! They just keep teasing us with that story!

Also, just have to say that this book really made my crush on Carl infinitely worse. What can I say...? I love a dangerously competent man with nothing (everything) to lose.

Gosh, there's probably more to mention. This book was packed!

Anyway, I am going to listen to a palette cleanser before I start listening to the 6th book. You'll hear from me soon!

[driver-kid]

Who’s your fav DCC character???

If it’s one of the main ones then who’s your fav side character

I love Miriam dom!! I’ve seen like no fanart of her (I’ll have to do it myself)

My favorite main character has to be Carl himself. He may be a little dumb and he may be a back seater sometimes, but his character (especially during the low points) makes me very invested in him. It’s why I stray from drawing him as super super serious cause I never thought of him as those alpha bro masc dudes till I finally heard the audiobook and understood WHY.

As for side character? Tsarina Signet. I love her character and just how cliche she is as a OP protag type. There’s more but—spoilers.

[swedesinstockholm]

28 juillet

je me suis forcée à sortir pour aller au vide-grenier au maybachufer parce que j. m'a demandé quel était mon plan pour la journée et je voulais pas dire rien. même si j'avais pas envie de dépenser de l'argent et que de toute façon j'ai pas de place pour ranger mes habits dans ma petite chambre. la moitié de mes affaires sont toujours dans ma valise et ce qu'il me faut c'est pas des habits mais une planche pour pour m'en servir comme étagère pour poser les habits que j'ai déjà.

je suis allée me promener après et je me sentais vide. j'avais faim, donc je me sentais encore plus vide. je me sentais fantomatique. j'étais un fantôme qui marchait sans but en suivant des gens au hasard, notant des bribes de leurs conversations mais rien de bien intéressant. au bout d'un moment j'ai décidé de juste avancer tout droit. c'était moche, tout était moche et sale et délabré. je me suis rendu compte que depuis que j'étais ici j'avais pas vu de gens chics. des bourges avec des habits bien coupés, des gens en costume, des gens riches. les gens que j'avais l'habitude de croiser au luxembourg quand je sortais de la maison. ici je vois que des pauvres ou alors des jeunes qui sont probablement des enfants de bourges mais qui sont habillés comme des pauvres. mon environnement ici c'est des restaurants turcs avec des photos de plats sur les devantures, des bars à chicha qui sentent la réglisse avec des hommes vautrés dans leurs fauteuils, des squares glauques jonchés de bouteilles en verre, des graffitis, des odeurs de pisse, des graffitis, des objets en tout genre qui trainent sur le trottoir (l'autre jour j'ai vu un tampon ensanglanté) eux aussi recouverts de graffitis (pas le tampon), des sans-abris qui s'excusent d'être là et des détraqués qui rôdent. j'aime bien sentir l'odeur de réglisse quand je passe devant les bars à chicha, même si n. dit que ça sent pas du tout la réglisse. et j'aime bien être constamment surprise par ce que je vais trouver au prochain coin de rue. mais un de ces jours je vais aller me promener dans les rues de mitte chez les bourges avec les magasins élégants, même si j'y rentre pas, juste pour le réconfort. c'est pas dans l'air du temps d'aimer les riches mais j'aime le luxe c'est comme ça je suis indécrottable.

depuis que j'ai eu ma révélation là devant la téléréalité lesbienne dans le bar et que j'ai compris que j'arriverais sans doute jamais à lâcher prise sans aide thérapeutique je me demande ce que je fais ici de nouveau. étant donné qu'un de mes buts en venant à berlin c'était de goûter à la fête, même si j'osais à peine me l'avouer tellement ça me semblait ambitieux. maintenant ça me semble encore plus utopique et je me sens un peu découragée.

29 juillet

je dois changer quelques chose à mes journées. elles sont pas équilibrées. je passe trop de temps à procrastiner. je veux faire trop de choses en même temps et à la fin j'avance dans rien. au rythme où je vais je vais mettre mille ans à finir mon livre. je dois aussi arrêter de sortir sans but. aujourd'hui je suis partie à mitte et prenzlauerberg mais c'était pas un but assez précis. j'ai fait du lèche-vitrine (ça existe encore ce mot?) dans la alte schönhauser strasse et je me suis rappelé de la fois où j'avais essayé une robe marimekko dans un des magasins blancs minimalistes avec des habits aux coupes épurées. je suis passée devant le magasin ace & tate où j'avais essayé des lunettes roses transparentes pour tenter de compenser mes nouveaux cheveux courts que j'aimais pas. près du berliner dom au bord de l'eau où j'avais eu une conversation stressante au téléphone avec maman l'été avant de déménager à paris parce que j'avais toujours pas commencé à chercher des apparts. devant un chantier que j'avais pris en photo en 2016 et qui n'est plus un chantier. devant le café où j'allais tous les soirs en haut de la kastanienallee pour pleurer sur miriam dans mon journal. le tout petit cinéma où j'étais allée voir le doc sur audre lorde. le rosenthaler platz où on avait mangé dans un resto indien avec robert l'américain qui m'avait dit de lire norwegian wood de murakami you know like the beatles song mais non je connaissais pas. le rosenthaler platz où six ans plus tard j'ai failli m'effondrer sur le trottoir en hurlant parce que je me sentais seule et que j'avais besoin qu'on fasse attention à moi. aujourd'hui ça allait. j'avais mangé avant de partir et je suis rentrée avant d'avoir l'impression de disparaitre. je suis passée chez lidl et je me suis fait un énorme plat de linguine aux courgettes-mozza. hier soir j'ai mangé des chips et du chocolat. à chaque fois que je passe à côté de gens qui mangent en terrasse je me demande ce qu'ils font pour gagner de l'argent.

30 juillet

j'ai recommencé à poster mon journal sur tumblr. j'attendais la fin du mois pour m'y remettre. je l'attendais avec impatience, comme s'il me tardait de raconter la suite de l'histoire à mon tout petit lectorat fidèle. comme si c'était vraiment une histoire. ou comme si j'étais une youtubeuse mais sans arrière-pensée et qui s'adresse à personne à part à elle-même. ce soir je suis allée voir une performance dans un studio d'artistes dans une arrière-cour à kottbusser tor. j'avais demandé à n. de m'accompagner et elle voulait absolument que j'aille parler à la performeuse à la fin pour lui dire que moi aussi je faisais de la performance pour essayer de gratter des contacts mais évidemment j'ai pas osé. elle m'a dit remember in berlin you're someone who talks to people! mais j'ai dit it doesn't work like that. je peux pas devenir quelqu'un d'autre en claquant des doigts. elle a dit alcohol helps et j'ai dit but i don't drink et je me suis sentie comme une cause perdue. lara tu fais vraiment tout à l'envers. finalement c'est elle qui est allée lui parler et moi j'ai rien dit parce que j'avais rien à dire.

j'ai moyennement aimé la performance. je savais que j'allais moyennement aimer rien qu'en lisant le texte de présentation qui sonnait creux avec tous ses concepts à la mode qui veulent rien dire là, mais je lui ai laissé le bénéfice du doute. on m'a fait poser mes chaussures et manger un bonbon au gingembre ignoble, n. m'a dit pourquoi tu l'as pas recraché? et ça m'était pas venu à l'esprit. j'ai bien aimé la partie où l'artiste a fait lire un texte intitulé the curse of the undercurrent à une participante et c'était une liste de mots en under- comme underkissed, undertouched, underloved et plein d'autres mais évidemment c'est ceux-là qui m'ont interpellée et puis quelqu'un d'autre a lu le spell of the undercurrent qui était l'antidote et c'était juste une répétition du mot understanding. elle a demandé à plusieurs personnes de l'enregistrer avec leur téléphone et puis de jouer tous les enregistrements en même temps mais pas synchronisés. j'ai trouvé ça cool, mais c'est tout. j'ai rien compris à ce qu'elle voulait dire à la fin. j'ai dit à n. que j'étais plus intéressée par les trucs moins artsy et plus divertissants, avec une histoire plus facilement discernable, de la musique, des trucs concrets.

[cheollipop]

Hmmmm? Hard hours, you say🤔 lately, I've been thinking about mingyu and wonwoo a lot like imagine they're your besties and hanging out one night where ya'll play truth or dare and things just get out of hand with a lot of spitting and creampies involved.

Or

The three of you share an apartment, but perv!meanie has nasty thoughts about the reader, and they get the courage to steal one of their panties.

Like you left ur panties in the bathroom because you were in a rush and both mingyu and Woo find them, so they decide to jack off, but you come back to the apartment and catch right as their about to c*m then offer your help and they say fuck it why not..

Sorry if this seems messy 😅 but I'm not a good writer

listen... perv!mingyu makes so much sense to me. like,, SO MUCH!!!! he just seems like the type to start off as a dom then get off on you switching it up and humiliating him. he'd whimper and plead for you to stop, but you know he enjoys it-- the violent throbbing in his pants is enough proof of that.

also minwon and creampies.... yeah. definitely. so true. you're so right about that... no further comments your honour.

I would love to write this out but I'm not quite comfortable with writing smut for svt just yet (I'm trying to think of a cheol one for now before moving on to different members). thank you for sending it in anyway!! ^^" I'm working on your yungi one rn~ hopefully I'll be able to finish it tomorrow before my class starts (*´∀`)/

have a nice day/night miriam!! <3

[sunnymegatron]

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[sofiaberninimangeon]

SIMPATIA

" Simpatia é um dom da alma, que cresce com a educação e o respeito.

Simpatia é um alicerce da alma, que desenvolve a ligação com o semelhante.

Simpatia é uma fonte de alegria e confiança, que prospera com a generosidade.

Simpatia é a verdade da alma, que no espelho enxerga a sua dignidade intacta.

Simpatia é uma força da alma, que realça o brilho com sua conduta impecável.

Feliz é a alma, que na simpatia, convive com outros seres, sempre haverá lugar perfumado, vestimenta confortável, sorriso pronto, amizade sincera, convite de outro também conhecedor de imensa e agradável SIMPATIA."

Dra. Miriam Zelikowski

[aaronburrdaily]

July 11 [sic], 1809

Note: Burr fucks up the dates and it takes him a few days to figure it out. Post scheduled on the day it happened.

Couche at 1/2 p. 12. Lev. at 1/2 p. 9. Ayant dormi profondement toutes les 9 heures. Bian la vielle Anna m’appelloit a 6. Je l’ai repondu sans rn’eveiller.¹ Dressed and got breakfast with all possible dispatch expecting young Gahn who was to call at 10. Hereusement² it was near 11 when he called. We went to several booksellers, but the laws of Sweden in Latin are not to be found. To the post-office; no letters!! At 1 called on Jacobi about the ring; out. On Dr. Gahn to get the address of Engerström,—a son excellence Mon’r le Baron d'Engerström, principal secretaire d'etat pour les affaires etrangers, chev’r des ordres.³ Chez moi at 2. Read an hour in Catteau's “Sweden” to refresh my memory about the civil administration so that I may question all my acquaintances. At 1/2 p. 3 to some booksellers. At Ulrick’s; sa fille tres jo.⁴ Found Bentham's “Principes.⁵” Home at 1/2 p. 4. Fillibonk⁶ pr. dine. Dom.⁷ de Helvig came in to beg me to tea and pass the evening. Tres volunt. for M’lle Miriam m’interesse beaucoup. Aussi sa soeur, Madame H.⁸ They both paint in oil and colours in a very superior style. Walked with them an hour au jardin du roy⁹ (Vauxhall). Returned to soupè. Tres bi servi. Comblè honete. Y: Colonel ———; Mr. ———; Me. ———, qui poursuit Gam.¹⁰ Home at 1/2 p. 11.

1  Bian is for bienque. Having slept soundly the entire nine hours. Although old Anna called me at 6, I answered her without waking. (Je lui ai, etc.) 2  Fortunately. 3  To his Excellency Baron d’Engerstrom, Chief Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs; chevalier or knight of the orders. 4  His daughter, very pretty (jolie). 5  “Principles.” 6  The fifth mode of spelling the word. 7  Helvig’s servant, (domestique). 8  Volunt. for volontiers, willingly. Very willingly, for Mademoiselle Miriam interests me greatly. Also her sister, Madame H. 9  In the Royal Garden. 10  Returned to supper; very well served. Overwhelmed with courtesy (comblé d’honnêteté). There were there Colonel ———; Mr. ———; Madame ———, who is pursuing Gamp.

[animaletras]

Asérie de aventura e fantasia Dragon Age: Absolution, disponível na Netflix, está ganhando muito destaque entre os fãs de animação. O conteúdo dela é denso, palpável, desagradável e muito bem enredado, isso lhe rendeu uma classificação para maiores de dezesseis anos, portanto, já se compreende que não se trata de uma simples animação.

Baseado nos jogos da BioWare de mesmo nome, Dragon Age, a série se passa depois do último jogo, Dragon Age: Inquisition, e agora, sem um vilão que cause terror global, um grupo de heróis rebeldes da inquisição precisam impedir que novos horrores ameacem o mundo, para isso são enviados para resgatar um artefato mágico guardado dentro de um castelo fortemente protegido. (Importante dizer: não se precisa jogar o jogo para assistir a série, ela é autossuficiente para entendermos a história.)

Esse grupo de heróis não poderia ser formado com personagens com sintonizados, não. Eles são formados por um grupo tão diverso entre si que traz uma excelente dinâmica para a série. A personagem principal é Miriam, uma elfa ladina que fugiu da escravização para viver sua vida como caçadora de recompensas, ela esconde um passado de dores, humilhações e muitos traumas que terão de ser revividos; Qwydion é da raça qunari e tem dom para magia, com seus poderes mágicos, serve como o apoio para o grupo na hora da cura, além de ser um alívio cômico para série, pois sua personalidade alegre lhe coloca em situações atrapalhadas; Hira é a outra maga do grupo, uma humana, capaz de desfazer feitiços, ex membro da inquisição e ex namorada de Miriam, durante a série, vemos o relacionamento das duas se desenrolar até um ponto; Roland é um um humano guerreiro, melhor amigo e maior aliado de Miriam, do início ao fim da série ele se mostra leal a ela, e tem uma queda por Lacklon; E por fim, Lacklon, um guerreiro anão que se autodenomina Senhor da Fortuna, sonha em fazer o seu nome conhecido pelo mundo. Eles são acompanhados por Fairbanks, um personagem do jogo, lutador da liberdade. E para fazer oposição ao grupo temos dois vilões: o magistrado Rezaren Ammosine, um jovem, mas poderoso, mago humano que tenta fazer com que o artefato que o grupo procura funcione, para alcançar seu objetivos ele é capaz de tudo, porém, como sua régua moral, se é que funciona, temos a Tassia, humana guerreira e comandante da Ordem dos Templários, ela serve como amiga, conselheira e guardiã de Rezaren, seu amor por ele lhe cega das atitudes erráticas que ele tem.

A série em si, não tem defeitos, porém, nós do Animaletras, precisamos deixar claro e transparente uma questão: somos contra toda e qualquer forma de capacitismo, isso significa que nos incomoda personagens com nanismo serem chamados de anão, esse termo é pejorativo e carrega em si uma carga preconceituosa, não deveria mais ser usado como uma raça em mídias de RPG ou qualquer que seja. O leitor pode acreditar que estamos “lacrando” com certeza não conhece a proposta e as intenções do Animaletras, leiam nossas publicações sobre capacitismo em animações.

Tendo dito isso, esperamos que se tenha continuações e se corrija esse erro, até porque a série tem potencial para mais e o final (assistam!) nos intriga. A série exige mais investimentos e mais divulgação, pois ela tem um valor latente. Além disso, a série tem muita representatividade com personagens LGBTQIA+ e personagens negros, que merecem mais tempo de tela!

Para falar dos criadores, precisamos ir até o jogo de videogame, os criadores do jogo são David Gaider, escritor e designer canadense e a BioWare, empresa desenvolvedora de jogos também do Canadá, e a série foi escrita por Mairghread Scott, escritora que já participou de outras animações como Marvel Rising e Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. Além de ter a direção de Bae Ki-Yong que participou da direção de Steven Universe.

Dragon Age: Absolution é uma série que trata de temas complexos em diversas sociedades, mas o tema principal da série são as relações de poder, a crença de que um ser possa estar acima do outro pelo motivo que for, acredita-se que o fato de Miriam ser uma elfa de pele negra não seja mera coincidência, e que todos os personagens, com exceção dos vilões, Hira e Fairbanks, tenham a pele mais escura também. Deixemos aqui essa questão para vocês pensarem, mas nós indicamos muito a série e pensamos que ela vale 4,5/5 de pipoquinhas.

[mongo-the-liensis]

[diogenescynic2288]

That is just factually wrong on so many levels.

If anything Christian culture held back scientific progress and women's rights for about fifteen hundred years, at least within Christen-dom itself.

Like Aristotle was wrong about everything and Pliny needed to fact check better but the seeds of science were planted in the Pagan world before the birth of that particular Joshua son of Joseph and Miriam that a certain mystery cult thinks was an anointed king. I also understand the Muslim golden age outside of Christen-dom saw advances in the sciences.

So, yes lions again.

without irony: we have got to start feeding these freaks to lions again

[redkissesandhearts]

Ride a Pony - Dungeon Crawler Carl

This is half serious, but half is bad enough. Carl x Prepotente. Yes, the goat-man.

Includes me playing with the rules of safe-rooms, furry/anthro, noncon, hate-sex, bondage, humiliation, exhibitionism. Sorry.

Theme song: Hatefuck by the Bravery

Save a Pony, ride a Cowboy

Carl had dealt with many things since he entered the dungeon. Idiot sponsors, Donut, the horny AI, a constant barrage of things trying to kill him, but nothing had prepared him for what he currently walked home to.

Prepotente was literally crying in his room, looking as though he had been there for hours.

“Ah! You’re back!” Donut greeted him. “Thank god.”

“Carl,” Prepotente sniffed, staring up at him with bleary eyes.

“He won’t stop asking for you,” Donut said. She hopped from the bed and brushed against his ankles. “I think that the two of you need to talk.”

“Donut, please don’t leave me alone with him-” Carl’s plea was instantly cut off when the cat left the room, slamming the door behind her.

He wasn’t sure if it was exasperation or her devilish  nature that made her do this to him but he made a mental note to get revenge later.

“Alright, Pony,” He said, with a sigh. “What do you want?”

“Don’t call me that!” Prepotente said, struggling to pull himself together.

“Your name is too hard to pronounce,” Carl said, sitting on the bed next to him.

“It is not. You are just an idiot.”

“What do you want, Prepotente?” Carl was running out of patience. The Caprid was getting snot all over his bed.

He sniffed. “I miss Mother. I miss her so much, Carl.”

Carl swallowed. He felt bad for the creature. Until recently, he had just been a goat, with no troubles, and no concept of death. Now his owner was gone, and he was alone.

But he had refused Carl’s help, pridefully isolating himself. Carl had worried that Prepotente blamed him for Miriam Dom’s death, too, since it was by his hand, even if she had begged him to deal the dying blow.

“I’m sorry, Prepotente.” Carl stood there awkwardly. “But I’m not sure what you expect me to do about it.”

The goat annoyed him, and he was tired. He wanted to wash his sheets and go to sleep.

Eerily, Prepotente glared at him, with his strange goat eyes.

“I want you to take responsibility,” He said.

“What?”

Suddenly Prepotente was no longer crying. He stood up, pulling himself together, and Carl saw that the creature was furious.

“You killed her. It was your fault,” Prepotente growled. His human-like hands were clenched into fists.

Carl did not need this headache. “Alright,” He muttered. “Calm down, Pony-”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!”

Something electric hit him directly in the chest, knocking him across the room. Carl’s head collided with the wall, but he barely felt the blow. Instead, he felt a strange wetness leaking from his chest, where a red slice was beginning to drip blood.

W-What the hell?

Dazed, Carl stared at his blood.

How was he able to do that in a safe room?

And furthermore, how was Pony so strong?

Suddenly Carl remembered that Prepotente was Level 99, the strongest Crawler in the dungeon. But he pushed the flash of fear away, because it was ridiculous to be scared of him. He was Pony, after all. Just an annoyance, not a danger.

…Right?

 Prepotente’s glare was smoldering as he approached the fallen Crawler.

“Prepotente, calm down,” Carl held his hands up in submission. “Just calm the hell down. You know that it wasn’t my fault, you heard what she was saying.”

The Caprid grabbed him by the front of his jacket and hoisted him upward. His race was much stronger than Carl, even before the difference in their levels. The Caprid towered over him, stony-eyed and furious. Suddenly Carl realized that he was in danger.

“Don’t even think about messaging Princess Donut,” Prepotente growled. “I do not want to have to kill her too.”

“Whoa, Jesus, Prepotente! Just calm the fuck down!” Carl thought about messaging Mordecai, but decided against it. There was no need to escalate the situation further.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He was inconsolable, frenetic. The Caprid raised his other hand, and for a second, Carl genuinely thought that he was about to be punched.

Instead, Prepotente clenched his jacket with both hands and tore it in two, in a horrifying show of strength that would normally mean that Carl was dead. But he was fine, this was just Pony.

“God damn it, Pony!” Carl hissed, as the tatters of his jacket fell around him, along with all of the powers that his patches gave him. Now useless thanks to this jackass.

He also couldn’t help but shiver as his chest was exposed to the air.

“You are a fucking idiot,” Prepotente said, coldly. He pushed Carl backwards with one hand to the center of his chest, touching his injury. Carl winced, stumbling against the wall. “I’ve tolerated you for too long. Your insolence, your degenerate personality. Your inability to listen when I tell you Not. To. Call. Me. Pony.”

Carl opened his mouth to rebute, but immediately fell silent when he saw the goat creature’s hand trail down his chest, to loosen his belt. There was the absolutely unmistakable swell of an erection in his pants.

“W-What the fuck are you doing?” Carl flushed. “What the actual fuck is going on?”

Prepotente glared at him. “I’ve been having these feelings that I’m having trouble controlling. Another curse of sapience, of growing closer to you vile humans. You irritate me, but I cannot get you out of my mind.”

“You’re crazy,” Carl yelled. It was clear, the goat was losing his mind from grief.

“Look, I know this is hard to hear, but I don’t feel the same way-”

Prepotente shoved him again, closing the distance between them in disgust. “This is exactly what I’m talking about! You are an arrogant, egotistical slob. Mother wouldn’t want me to kill you. But you need to be taken down a peg. Somebody needs to show you that you aren’t invincible. You need to be dominated.”

“Mother wouldn’t want you to do this either!” Carl yelled. He tried to reach for something to throw in between him and the goat, but the second that he tried to fight back, he was immediately frozen.

What the fuck? Why are the safe-room rules only working for me and not for him?!

The Caprid waited, coldly, until the timer was up, and Carl was unfrozen. With a sinking feeling, Carl realized the helplessness that Pony must have felt, seeing his owner die in front of him, utterly unable to move but in possession of every feeling and thought.

God, he felt helpless now, staring up at the furious goat-man, while he only sported his heart-shaped boxers and the stupid cape that normally worked with his jacket. Now he looked like a fucked-up version of Captain Underpants.

“Okay, Prepotente,” Carl breathed. “You win. I’ll do what you want, okay? You can beat me up, I won’t fight back. Just… stop with this crazy talk. You don’t know what you’re insinuating.”

But one look at the Caprid told him that this wasn’t a misunderstanding. Prepotente looked as though he were holding back from killing him, but there was something else there, something weird and overly human bubbling beneath the surface. And it pissed both of them off to know that it was there.

“Shut up, just shut the fuck up for once.” Prepotente forced his back to the wall, so close that Carl could feel his hot breath on his face. The unmistakable girth pressing against his thigh was scaring the shit out of him.

“I can’t stop thinking about putting you in your place,” The Caprid said, with an uncomfortable intensity.

That was when Carl tried to run. It didn’t work, Pony grabbed him by the wrist as he tried to duck around him, and tossed him onto his own bed as easily as throwing a stuffed animal.

“Stop!” Carl yelped, petrified with horror. “What the fuck are you doing?! You’ve lost your goddamn mind-”

“Shut up!” Prepotente yelled. He grabbed the back of Carl’s boxers and tore them off his frame, in one swift motion.

“Pony, please-”

“You don’t fucking learn,” Prepotente growled, shoving the boxers into Carl’s mouth and pressing his head into the bed.

Carl’s response was muffled. He was panicking, thrashing in Prepotente’s grip.

How the fuck was this happening? Ten minutes ago this goddamn animal had been sobbing his fucking eyes out, and now he was trying to rape Carl in his own damn bed.

It was insane. He couldn’t’ even understand why the system was allowing this to happen in a saferoom, why he wasn’t allowed to fight back.

Knowing the lecherous AI, maybe that was on purpose.

Prepotente’s grip was steel, painful. Digging his fingers into Carl’s side while he pinned his arms behind his back and tied his belt around them.

“This is your fault,” Prepotente choked, almost emotionally. “It’s your fault that I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Carl shook, terrified. Suddenly his vision went dark, as something wrapped around his head.

A pillowcase, tightened around his neck, so that it could easily be grabbed from behind to cut off his breathing.

He could only thrash as something hot and wet pressed against his exposed hole.

The sheer size of the head alone was terrifying. Carl couldn’t see what Pony was doing, but he could feal himself stretching to accommodate the monstrous cock as the Caprid tentatively, almost hesitantly probed him.

Oh my god, he’s going to kill me, Carl thought. He was about to send a message for help, but stopped himself.

No, Pony wouldn’t kill me. He’s fucking insane but he’s not that insane.

Jesus, I can’t let Donut see me like this!

So he did nothing but struggle. It didn’t make a goddamn difference.

Almost breathless, the Caprid pressed harder against him, throbbing. He gave a sudden, uncharacteristic moan, and suddenly thrust into Carl, nearly bottoming out in the first push. Carl screamed through the gag, but he couldn’t even hear himself over Pony’s moans.

The fucking creature was moaning like a porn star. He wouldn’t stop, didn’t try to keep his voice down.

Mortification washed over Carl, as his blindfolded and gagged head was pushed into the bed. The goat-man thrust again, forcing more of his impossible length into Carl, more than he had ever thought would be possible to take. He was pinned, paralyzed against the bed.

Until suddenly he felt the slap of Prepotente’s thighs against his, and knew that the creature had finally bottomed out. Jesus christ, Carl could barely breathe. He felt stretched beyond comprehension.

Prepotente didn’t even give him a moment to adjust before he truly began thrusting. Roughly, with animalistic intensity that made Carl cry out beneath him. He couldn’t struggle – he couldn’t even breathe beneath the creature’s barrage.

“Finally,” Pony breathed. “You’re. Fucking. Quiet.”

The goat sure as fuck wasn’t. He broke his own words with another loud moan, grasping Carl’s tied hands and squeezing his wrists hard enough to break them.

The pain barely registered over the onslaught. Carl could hear Pony’s breathing getting louder, faster. His moans were becoming growls, his rhythm erratic. When Carl thought that he couldn’t take anymore, Pony gave a final, violent thrust, and Carl felt something hot and wet invade his insides.

Prepotente gasped for breath, throwing Carl away from him and onto the bed.

Suddenly letters appeared, that Carl could unfortunately see even inside the pillowcase.

Achievement Unlocked! Cocksleeve.

You’ve been put in your place like the little bitch that you are!

Reward!

An icepack for that damaged pride.

“That was… Wow.” Prepotente sounded quiet, completely unlike himself. “I didn’t know that it could feel like that.”

Carl tried to shuffle out of his bindings, but the Caprid took pity on him and yanked off the pillowcase.

He was relieved to see that the creature’s dick was human-like, and not a goat’s dick. That didn’t make this okay, but astronomically better than the alternative.

There was still lingering anger in Prepotente’s strange, horizontal pupils, but it was assuaged by another emotion.

However, the softness quickly dissipated, and Pony was back to his condescension. “Wow, you actually enjoyed that? You’re more easily dominated that I would have thought.”

Carl didn’t know what he was talking about until he realized that the goat was staring at his dick. With mortification, Carl saw that he was hard.

Pony smirked, once again closing the distance between them. “Did I understand you correctly? All that big talk and you were happy enough to be put in your place.”

Carl tried to speak but he still could not wedge the underwear out of his mouth. Rage and humiliation spoke for him, his face flushed red, and Prepotente’s cum leaking between his thighs.

Pony’s eyes were trained on him, unmoving and mesmerized. The voyeuristic gaze made Carl squirm, and he was more mortified when he felt himself twitch.

“Let me give you what you want,” Prepotente said, but Carl knew that the goat was barely restraining himself from jumping him again. He had no idea what was going on with Pony but his high-and-mighty tone was just for show.

Eagerly, the Caprid pushed between Carl’s thighs and forced Carl into his mouth. Carl gave a sharp, restrained moan as Prepotente shivered. His mouth was warm and soft, his eyes burning with an intensity that Carl had never once seen in Bea.

What the fuck? Why am I thinking about Bea? This is not the same at all!

But he was moaning. Despite everything, Carl was moaning as Prepotente pumped his dick inside the Caprid’s mouth, running his tongue up and down the shaft and sucking at the head.

S-Stop! Carl tried to cry, but it wouldn’t have escaped the gag. He arched his back, trying to get away from Pony’s tongue, but it was no use. The electrifying stabs of pleasure were reaching a crescendo, culminating in an explosion that made him grateful to be gagged.

Prepotente pulled away, and to Carl’s horror, he swallowed.

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” He said, in the same quiet voice. As though thinking out loud.

Finally, the strange, intense glow left Pony’s gaze. He stared at Carl as though finally comprehending what he had done.

“Oh-Oh my god.” Prepotente said.

Carl glared at him.

“Jesus, oh god.” Prepotente quickly pulled his pants back on. “I have to go,” He said.

“HgmggmH!!!” Carl felt a new flash of terror, struggling to get the creature’s attention.

“I hope that you learned your lesson,” Pony growled, and screamed. A moment later, he was gone, and Carl was alone, naked and sprawled out on his own bed.

Fuck! What am I going to do?

Completely beet-red, Carl tried to hide himself under the blanket, but it was impossible. He was still exhausted, pinned into the mattress by Prepotente’s stupid monstrous cock. Jesus, fuck, what a day.

He was relieved when the door opened, hoping that Pony had come to his senses and returned.

Instead, Carl was face-to-face with the most horrified expression that he had ever seen on Mordecai’s face.

“Carl?! What happened? Oh my god why is your dick out!”

God damn it, Pony.

[atletasudando]

La marcha femenina y su historial en los Juegos Panamericanos

Las competencias atléticas de los XIX Juegos Panamericanos en Santiago de Chile se iniciaron el domingo 22 de octubre con las carreras de maratón, ganadas por el peruano Cristhian Pacheco -revalidó su título de Lima 2019- y la mexicana Citlali Moscote, esta delante de la argentina Florencia Borelli y la peruana Gladys Tejeda. En hombres, el chileno Hugo Catrileo consiguió la medalla de plata, la primera de su país en esta distancia, seguido por el peruano Luis Fernando Ostos. Y el atletismo volverá a tener acción el domingo 29 con las competencias de marcha (20 km), donde se espera una lucida participación de los representantes sudamericanos, que han alcanzado los primeros peldaños mundiales en las últimas temporadas. Historial de la marcha femenina en los Panamericanos              Las pruebas femeninas de marcha comenzaron a realizarse en 1987 con los 10.000 m. pista, que continuaron por dos ediciones. Desde 1999 se vienen disputando los 20 km. en ruta. También en la edición de Lima 2019 se disputaron los 50 km., distancia que ahora se discontinuó del programa internacional femenino (reemplazada allí por los 35 km). La mexicana Graciela Mendoza venció en tres oportunidades consecutivas, siendo así la máxima campeona. Y en 2019 triunfó la colombiana Sandra Lorena Arenas, en lo que constituyó un anticipo de su gran performance olímpica (medalla de plata en Sapporo 2021).   Indianápolis, 12 de agosto de 1987 10.000 m. pista 1 María de la Luz Colín MEX 47:17.15, 2 Ann Peel CAN 47:17.97, 3 Mary-Anne Torrellas USA 47:35.12, 4 Lynn Weik USA 48:11.74. Graciela Mendoza MEX y Jennifer McCaffrey CAN dq   La Habana, 8 de agosto de 1991 10.000 m. pista 1 Graciela Mendoza MEX 46:41.56, 2 Debbi A. Lawrence USA 46:51.53, 3 Maricela Chávez MEX 47:44.73, 4 Lynn Weik USA 47:54.05, 5 Yoslaine Puñales CUB 51:07.43, 6 Lora Rigutto CAN 53:32.07, 7 Maribel Caldeín CUB 54:34.90, 8 María Magdalena Guzmán ESA 54:57.09, 9 Doris Vallecilla HON 57:37.07   Mar del Plata, 21 de marzo de 1991 10.000 m. pista 1 Graciela Mendoza MEX 46:31.93, 2 Michelle Rohl USA 46:36.52, 3 Francisca Martínez MEX 47:44.78, 4 Liliana Bermeo COL 48:29.02, 5 Holly Gerke CAN 48:46.69, 6 Miriam Ramón ECU 50:13.15, 7 Giovanna Morejón BOL 51:04.38, 8 Janice McCaffrey CAN 53:26.97, 9 Lidia Ojeda de Carriego ARG 53:32.56   Winnipeg, 26 de julio de 1999 20 km. ruta 1 Graciela Mendoza MEX 1:34:19- 2 Guadalupe Sánchez MEX 1:34:46- 3 Michelle Rohl USA 1:35:22- 4 Geovana Irusta BOL 1:35:56 - 5 Joanne Dow USA 1:36:33- 6 Ivis Martínez ESA 1:37:28- 7 Teresita Natividad Collado GUA 1:38:41- 8 Oslaidys Cruz CUB 1:39:23- 9 Janice McCaffrey CAN 1:47:05   Santo Domingo, 6 de agosto de 2003 20 km. ruta 1 Victoria Palacios MEX 1:35:16- 2 Rosario Sánchez MEX 1:35:21- 3 Joanne Dow USA 1:35:48- 4 Geovana Irusta BOL 1:37:07- 5 Sandra Zapata COL 1:38:49- 6 Ariana Quino BOL 1:38:50- 7 Natividad Collado GUA 1:39:18- 8 Antonia Amber USA 1:42:45- 9 Cristina Rodríguez DOM 1:51:46- 10 Francisca Lora DOM 1:52:30   Rio de Janeiro, 22 de julio de 2007 20 km. ruta 1 Cristina López ESA 1:38:59- 2 Miriam Ramón ECU 1:40:03- 3 María Esther Sánchez MEX 1:41:47 - 4 Tania Regina Spindler BRA 1:42:15 – 5 María del Rosario Sánchez MEX 1:42:47 – 6 Sandra Patricia Zapata COL 1:43:44- 7 Yadira Alexandra Guamán ECU 1:46:06 Geovana Irusta BOL, Verónica Colindres ESA, Jolene Moore USA, Teresa Vill USA, Leicy Rodríguez CUB, Evelyn Nuñez GUA dq Cisiane Dutra Lopes BRA, Glenda Blandón NCA dnf   Guadalajara, 23 de octubre de 2011 20 km. ruta 1 Jamy Amarilis Franco GUA 1:32:38- 2 Mirna Sulely Ortiz GUA 1:33:37- 3 Ingrid Johana Hernández COL 1:34:06- 4 Mónica Equihua MEX 1:34:50- 5 Rosalía Ortiz MEX 1:36:10- 6 Arabelly Orjuela COL 1:36:50- 7 Claudia Balderrama BOL 1:37:32- 8 Yadira Alexandra Guamán ECU 1:38:42- 9 Maria Lynn Michta USA 1:38:47- 10 Geovana Irusta BOL 1:41:43- 11 Milángela Francesca Rosales VEN 1:43:17- 12 Fariluz Eliana Morales PER 1:45:38. Lauren Michelle Forgues USA dnf, Cisiane Dutra Lopes BRA dnf Paola Bibiana Pérez ECU, Leisy Rodríguez CUB, Erica Rocha de Sena BRA dq   Toronto, 19 de julio de 2015 20 km. ruta 1 María González MEX 1:29:24- 2 Erica Rocha de Sena BRA 1:30:03- 3 Paola Bibiana Pérez ECU 1:31:53- 4 Sandra Lorena Arenas COL 1:32:36- 5 Kimberly Gabriela García PER 1:32:45- 6 Rachel Seaman CAN 1:32:49- 7 Maria Michta USA 1:33:07- 8 Alejandra Ortega MEX 1:35:03- 9 Wendy Gabriela Cornejo BOL 1:36:58- 10 Miranda Melville USA 1:37:45- 11 Cisiane Dutra Lopes BRA 1:38:53- 12 Katelynn Ramage CNA 1,46,03- 13 Cristina Esmeralda López ESA 1:47:33 Sandra Viviana Galvis COL dnf Claudia Balderrama BOL, Mirna Ortiz GUA dq   Lima, 4 de agosto de 2019 20 km. ruta 1 Sandra Lorena Arenas COL 1:28:03 GR- 2 Kimberly Gabriela García PER 1,29,00- 3 Erica Rocha de Sena BRA 1,30,34- 4 Ilse Ariadna Guerrero MEX 1,30,54- 5 Angela Melania Castro BOL 1,32,15- 6 Noelia Vargas CRC 1,33,09- 7 Rachelle Marie de Orbeta PUR 1,33,31- 8 Karla Johana Jaramillo ECU 1,33,54- 9 Maritza Rafaela Poncio GUA 1,36,49- 10 Mary Luz Andia PER 1,37,03- 11 Sandra Viviana Galvis COL 1,38,43- 12 Robyn Stevens USA 1,40,29- 13 Rebeca Pamela Enríquez MEX 1:41:28 Magaly Beatriz Bonilla ECU y Miranda Melville USA dq   5 de agosto 50 km. ruta 1 Johana Edelmira Ordóñez ECU 4:11:12- 2 Mirna Sucely Ortiz GUA 4:15:21- 3 Paola Bibiana Pérez ECU 4:16:54- 4 Viviane Santana Lyra BRA 4:22:46- 5 Elianay Santana da Silva Pereira BRA 4:29:33- 6 Mayra Carolina Herrera GUA 4:30:52- 7 Yoci Yoana Caballero PER 4:31:33- 8 Evelyn Carla Inga PER 4:36:36- 9 Stephanie Casey USA 4:50:31 Kathleen Burnett USA dnf   Tabla de medallas   Oro       Plata    Bronce  Total   México             6          2          3          11 Guatemala        1          2          -           3 Ecuador            1          1          2          4 Colombia          1          -           1          2 El Salvador       1          -           -           1 USA                 -           2          3          5 Brasil               -           1          1          2 Canadá             -           1          -           1 Perú                 -           1          -           1         Read the full article