#predator hap

[percentstardust]

is this trend still a thing cause i wanted to make them for my dank spin off ghostface devilface oc.

[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (VIII)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 3,115

CW: MDI 18+, SMUT, p in v, loss of virginity, oral (f and m receving), fingering, possesivness, corruption kink, praise kink (use of good girl) toxic relationship, manipulation, mommy issues, co-dependancy issues, not proofread!

Fem!oc x dark!Aemond Targeryen

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my Original characters

a/n sorry it took so long to update...but heres the wedding night!, next chapter will be a time skip!

(go to the divider by @zaldritzosrose, to skip the smut)

The feast passed over in the blink of an eye and before she knew it her and Aemond stood in his, or now their shared chambers.

Her belongings had been moved over during the ceremony, though they all seemed slightly out of place amongst his things.

Before, in the rare times she was in Aemond’s room, everything was always neat, nothing out of its designated spot, though his rooms lacked anything too personal, with no tapestries or rugs, nothing to permanent too show they were his.

Though it was no surprised that he seemed to have been own personal library in his rooms, with a whole wall dedicated to his collection.

Now the rooms seemed warmer, with his bookcase draped in her tapestries, the floor covered in her rugs. And his bed filled with her mountains for pillows and blankets. His room was bigger than hers, and it allowed everything, even her seemingly endless wardrobe to fit in effortlessly.  Though apart of it still felt strange. Perhaps it was how the furniture was so different from hers. Where her bed was carved with sea horses and dragons, his was bare, bar the one carving at the centre of his bed, a dragon, Vaghar.

Her vanity had been brought in, all her belongings placed perfectly, her new chemise placed carefully on the bed.

Her maid, Jeyne, had accompanied her. Taking of her dress and her jewels.

She already missed her gown, hating that she only got to where it for a few hours and would never be worn again.

“Would you like to keep it?” Jeyne asked softly, as she brushed through Aemma’s hair.

“yes” she nodded, it was such a beautiful dress, weeks and weeks had gone into the design alone. With its ivory coloured, laced with gold designs of dragons. The way the were sewn in away that they almost looked as if they were dancing, some beaded with emeralds, some with sapphires and the others beaded with black opal gems. “its too beautiful to be discarded off, may haps we could have the dress made into another gown.”

Jeyne smiled softly, “of course, princess”.

The door opened then, and Aemond entered.

Jeyne stepped back, curtsying before leaving the room.

They were alone, truly alone. It was different than all the times before, this time she stood before him, in a sheer chemise, that left almost nothing to the imagination.

“Aemond” she whispered as he stepped into the room.

He wore a rich red robe, where he had changed you did not know, but the sight of his bare chest peaking out from his robe, caused all thoughts to cease.

“Aemma,” he moved towards you, smiling, his eyes filled with something akin to a predator watching its prey. “you look stunning” he hummed, his hands coming up to play with the straps of your chemise.

You gave him a shy smile, “i-I so are you?” she said, nervously.

He hummed again, moving her strap to fall of her shoulders, “are you nervous?”                                

“yes”

He hummed, his hand reaching up to grab her breast, she gasped. “good” he whispered, “it will hurt, but only the first time, and then…then my sweet Aemma you will feel nothing but pleasure” he vowed, moving up to take her lips in his.

She moaned into his mouth, her feet stumbling backward until she landed on the bed. She gasped softly as she did. He leaned over her once they had reached the bed, his hand gasping her chin as he pulled her into another kiss, before pulling back and standing between her legs.

He kissed his thumb as he moved back to look at her, taking in her form. Her hair messed slightly, her chemise had fallen slightly, only one move away before falling off and revelling her breasts to him.

“off” he said, motioning her to stand up, nervously she did, her hands going to pull her chemises up, “no,” he said, stopping her, “I shall see all of you”

She looked down at the floor nervously, before reaching once again towards her straps.

As she pulled her chemise down, Aemond let out a loan groan.

“gods, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen” he said, causing her to blush.

“I want to see you to.”

Aemond smirked, reaching to pull of his robe, he bared himself to her. His full form, the muscles on his chest, his half erect cock.

She blushed even more taking him in. “I think you are most handsome, Aemond” causing him to smile, a true smile. “but I want to see all of you” she insisted, moving her hand towards his face. He grabbed her hand as she reached for his eye patch. “please” she asked.

He hesitated, “why?” he almost sneered, “tis your brothers fault I lost it”

“but its not mine.” She sighed, “please Aemond, I wish to see my husband, all of him”

He sighed, before letting go of her wrist allowing her to remove his eyepatch.

He had expected her gasp in fear, retreat away from him. Instead, though she gasped, it was more in awe than anything else.

“is that a sapphire?” she asked coming to caress his scar. He nodded. “its beautiful” she sighed, before placing a soft kiss below it.

She smiled softly, as she took a step back, “have you…?” she asked, shyly, she did not know much of what was to come, bar what her septa had told her, and though she grew jealous of the idea of Aemond lying with another woman, a apart of her hoped he had, hoped he could guide her and teach her. All she wanted was to please him, make him happy, and how could she if she didn’t have him to show her how?

He nodded, smirking slightly, “of course, wife” he nodded, moving to grasp her chin, “but worry not non of them shall ever compare to you” he said as he kissed her once more. He held her face to him, gripping the back of her neck, his tongue teasing entrance into her mouth before finally pushing his tongue into her mouth. And ever submissive, Aemma allowed him to dominate her mouth. She moaned softly into his mouth, as she once again laid back on the bed, his body effortless slotting over hers.

His mouth slowly left hers, moving to kiss the nape of her neck before slowly dropping to his knees.

He sent her a smirk, as he buried himself between her thighs.

He licked her folds teasingly at first, savouring the taste of her.

She was growing wetter and wetter with each motion of his tongue, moaning softly as he started to focus his ministration on her clit.

He gripped her hips as he gave fast and quick licks to her clit, his eyes meeting hers as she gripped the bedding in pleasure.

“Husband” she moaned, and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, for so long he had worshiped the sound of his name on her lips, but hearing her call him her husband? The possessive in him became tenfold. She was his, in the eyes of the gods and the realm, she was his and he was hers and nothing could change that. And gods did he love it, love her.

His tongue moved faster, realising in her moans. His arm still griped her wait, stopping her from moving his hips, though his second arm left her waist, moving his fingers to tease her whole.

She was tight, completely untouched. She gasped as he entered her, her walls clenching his fingers as they entered her.

Groaning as he imagined how they would soon feel wrapped around his cock.

Pumping his fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace, as he sucked at her clit.

“Aemond” she moaned this time, reaching her hand to grip his hair.

He groaned as she did, before reaching out to grip her hand alongside her waist.

His fingers clenched around him, her peak approaching.

Her moans came more present, getting louder and louder before she let out a high-pitched moan, her whole body reacting as she came.

Aemond moved back slowly, taking in her messy hair and bliss ridden face.

She was out of breath, collapsing fully on the bed.

“wife” he groaned, his body moving over hers.

She smiled softly as she looked up at him.

“is that what it always feels like?” she asked, breathless.

He smirked, “It can”

“I want to do the same to you?”

He looked unsure at her request, though he had imagined fucking her face countless times, he craved to feel her hot cunt wrapped around his cock.

But as she moved up to kiss him, her hand slowly reaching down to grab his cock. He groaned as she nervously touched his cock, her face determined to please him.

“Aemma.” He groaned, as his face buried himself into the nape of her neck.

He shoved himself off her, her hands slowly falling from his cock to her thighs as he moved.

“up” he demanded, as she nervously stood from the bed. ”kneel”. She did so hesitantly, looking up at him with nervous doe eyes.

The sight alone was enough for him to cum.

his hand gripped her jaw as she looked up at him, his thumb pushing into her mouth slowly. “suck” he demanded, as her reached to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She complied without complaint, gently sucking on his thumb as he pushed it into her mouth. He groaned as she did, moving his thumb out of his mouth.

“kiss it” he said, pushing his hips so his cock moved closer to her face.

She looked up at him unsure as she kissed his tip. Her lips were soft an gentle as they kissed the tip of his cock.

“again” he groaned, as she kissed it again, her hands laid pliantly on her knees , her hair now gripped between his hands as he made a makeshift bun as he held her head to his cock as she started to pepper kisses across his cock.

“fuck, Aemma” he moaned, “open” he said, and as she did, he slowly pushed his cock between her lips.

her mouth case warm, the feeling of her mouth felt almost as delightful as he imagined the walls of her cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock.

her hands slowly moved up from where they say on your knees. One hand gripped his waist, in an attempt to stabilise herself as Aemond moved her head to bob up and down his cock. the other went to reach for the base of his cock, he barley fit in her mouth, and as she gagged around his cock, causing him to groan and the eyes rolling back.

“fuck” he groaned again, “use your hand to grab what cannot fit” he moaned, moving your head faster, “move it up an- yes like that, good girl” he moaned as she started to motion her hand up and down on the part of her cock she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

He moved his hand to grip the back of her neck, his hips now thrusting forward as he slowly started to fuck her face. Though he didn’t for long as before he knew it he could feel his own peak approaching.

He tore himself from her mouth, causing her to groan at the loss of him in her mouth.

She looked up at him, bewildered, before reaching forward in an attempt to take him back in her mouth.

“no, Aemma” he laughed, pulling her body up from the floor. “on the bed.” He said, as he himself moved to lay back, patting the space beside him.

She crawled across the bed to him, stopping in front of him. His legs were spread, and she crawled into his lap, softly kissing his lips.

She could taste herself on his tongue and she was sure he could taste himself on her own tongue.

She could feel his cock between her thighs, edging closer to her cunt.

“lay back” he said against her lips.

Laying down on the bed, Aemond once again crawled on top of her. His hand moved down to her cunt, his finger gathering up her wetness as he once again teased her entrance, he pushed two fingers into her slowly, stretching her more so that he had before, preparing her for his cock.

She moaned as he did so, the stretch delightful as he pumped her full, but she still craved more, she craved his cock.

“please” she begged.

“please what?” he hummed, pumping her slowly.

“I want you” she moaned.

“you have me.” “no…I want your…your cock” she whispered the last word, feeling dirty from saying it .

“my cock?” he teased, as he removed his fingers from her.

“Yes!” she groaned, moving to grab him, “please”

He hummed, smiling softly as he positioned himself between her thighs.

He kissed her softly as he slowly pushed into her.

Her face scrunched discomfort as he stretch her and broke her maidenhead. He pushed into her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his length.

He moaned as he fully entered her, her tight walls encasing his cock in such a delightful way.

“gods, Aemma” he moaned, as he buried his head into the nape of her neck.

“move, please” she begged after a moment, her hands moving to grip his arms, as he slowly started to thrust his hips into her. He started of slowly, allowing her time to adjust, but as she started to roll her hips into his. He began to pick up his face, slowly setting a fast rhyme. His hand moving from her sides to grip the head board as he started to pound into her.

Her moans grew louder and more high pitched, her legs moving to wrap around his waist.

“keep your eyes on me” he groaned as she closed her eyes in pleasure, her legs fell from his hips, her eyes fully fixed on his as she started to reach her peak.

The eye contact was like nothing she had experienced before. His eyes were dark, possessive, and yet also filled with love. The pure amount of emotions in her eyes pushed her to competition, as she let out a high pitched squeal, her arms gripping his pack, living small scratches as she came.

Her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock, causing Aemond o let outa moan of his own as he worked her through her orgasm, before finally letting go himself, filling her with his cum.

They got little sleep that night, with scarce few minutes before being awoke once more to heated touches, her cunt stretches with his cock in more ways than she could count. She have never felt anything like it, the pleasure beyond imaginable.

As she awoke now she traced the lines of Aemond’s face gently, taking in his beauty. He was truly spectacular, all sharp lines and edges, his silver hair and purple eye.  She envied his beauty, how Valyrian he looked and how little she did.

She hoped there children would inherit his beauty and not hers. She adored the idea of carry a little Aemond.

She smiled softly as she played with his hair, only stopping when a knock was sounded on her door.

Grabbing her robe, and quickly brushing her hair she opened the door, only to face her mother.

She smiled softly as she greeted her, “mother” she said, motioning her to step inside, her mother grimacing slightly as she took in Aemond’s sleeping from. “what can I do for you?”

Her mother sighed, looking down in shame “ we are leaving…now”

“what?”

“I- we cannot be here much longer, the- we are unwelcome so we have decided it best to leave.”

“but I just got married, I thought you would stay at least a few more days”

“I know…im sorry”

Aemma scoffed, “sorry? You do not write me, show up for a few days and then leave again! You are not sorry! You just don’t want me! I doubt you ever did!” she cried in aguish.

“no.. no Aemma, dōna riña, that’s not true.” She moved towards, her reaching for her hands only to be met with Aemma’s rejection, nyke bardutan ao naenie letters, kīvin zijo.  nyke dōrī jiōraton aōhon se nyke pendagon bona se greens- alicent se aemond hid zirȳ hen ao naejot gūrogon ao hen nyke” her mother spoke, chaing to high valyrian as if to keep what she ahd to say a secret.

i wrote you many letters, i swear it. i never got yours and i think that the greens- Alicent and Aemond hid them from you to take you from me.

“daor daor, nyke ȳdra daor belive ao!”

No no, I don’t believe you!

“iksan telling se truth, ñuha jorrāelagon, emā issare torn hen nyke se kostan daor bare naejot ūndegon ziry.  eman issare vēttan ezīmagon iā issaros se kicked hen ñuha own lenton, istin henujagon”

i am telling the truth, my love, you have been torn from me and i can not bare to see it. i have been made into a stranger and kicked from my own home, i must leave.

Aemma scoffed, “nyke- nyke, aōha verdagon bē excuses muña! Aemond vestās ao would, skoro syt shouold nyke believe ao? especially skori īlē sīr adere naejot jikagon nyke qrīdrughagon?”

i-i, your making up excuses mother! Aemond said you would, why shouold i belive you? especially when you were so quick to send me away?

Her mother let out an irritated sound, “have I lost you complete, Aemma?” she asked sadly “I have been so blind, I should have come with you, should have stayed here-“ “then stay!”

“I can’t”

“I don’t understand! What have I done?” she asked, she was confused she didn’t know what she had done, why her own mother couldn’t stay, why she had left her.

“i- you have done nothing” her mother insisted.

“so you are leaving just because you do not like me? Or is it because of Aemond? You were always against our friendship, and yet you were the one who proposed we wed! you are so-“

She was cut off by Aemond, their shouting waking him from sleep, “get out!” he demanded, “all you do is upset my wife, I shall not have it!”

And her mother left, with no complaint only sad eyes and the word goodbye. The way she said it made her feel as if her mother felt like she had lost her forever, as if this was there final goodbye.

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[marymary-diva17]

Ok so

We know the typical reader being hated by the sullys, and in this request she's neteyam's twin sister but looks sky people or whatever, Jake cares more about her siblings more than her and neytiri is basically blind to all the hate reader gets from the clan and neglect from her dad and siblings, and her dad making go on missions even though she's scared of sky people, buuuuttt.......plot twist, reader gets tired do she trains in the forest alone, spying on sky people way of fighting to play fire with fire, she becomes buff and tall with scars since she decided to live in the middle of the forest in the most forbidden place of it, where no na'vi survived except her apparently, and because of that she deals and hunts bigger, stronger and faster predators than the normal ones, and sooo, she has better reflex and hates the family except neytiri cause she's her mama and tuk because she's too young to comprehend what's going on. She does visit spider once in a while but never reveals where she lives, appearing as an unknown warrior only when the raids are happening and then disappearing in the shadows, hell not even Kiri with her Pandora Jesus powers can track her

You can take something off if you want and the rest you can choose what you want to do

sully family x daughter/sister reader

Ewya blessed child

part 2

When neytiri and Jake had found out they were going to be parents they were overjoyed with the new, it had been one of the many good news to come since the end of the war between the navi and RDA. Twins will soon enter this world and join the omatacayia clan, their son neteyam was born first his birth had brought everyone great joy then there was his sister you. Your birth was seen as a bad omen to many has you had inherited your father human DNA born with five finger and toes and different shade of blue and different markings then everyone else. Even your hair was seen as something horrible it was white color very know to the navi, you were seen as demon child. She was also seen as the failure as well she was no like other navi child, and never seem to fit in with her clan or even her own family.

Y/n " dad I'm ......"

Jake " young lady I'm not going over this again with you" once again you are in trouble with you dad, training classes had happened and your had completely failed tsu'tey the mentor had brought you to Jake. As all the other mentor had competely giving up on your and deemed your a failure.

netyeam " dad she getting good it not easy for everyone"

Jake " stay out of this son I'm speaking to your sister she need to take accountability"

lo'ak " well dad if you most know there are others to blame for this, the blame is not all her"

Jake " I said enough you two now stop"

y/n " dad I have been trying my best to get better in class but I don't think I'm the warrior type"

Jake " don't pull this stunt on me young lady all the other kids can do combat but you, even te children younger then you can do better"

y/n " dad I'm sorry but I don't think I have it in me for war or to hurt others, I'm scared of going to battle I'm scared dad" you are scared of going to battle as you didn't wish to kill anyone. You wish to study some of these new humans which was not liked by anyone. You always seem to do things in a way that your understood but was not the navi way.

tsu'tey " brother she can't keep up with the other trainees if this keeps up she will be holding back everyone"

y/n " I didn't mean for that to happen I can get better"

Jake " you always say that you don't mean it or to now look what is happing no one else will wish to teach you"

Jake " that times I'm cleaning up your mess and speaking to others because you means we lost more of our people and home, all of this because you are scared ... stop being childish and selfish y/n and act your age because you selfish ways are causing this all"

y/n " I'm sorry dad I not mean anything of this I don't wish to be selfish"

Jake " I don't have the this I'm the leader I have our people and your brothers training to deal with neteyam has to be ready you are wasting my time and his"

y/n " what about mom I can help her maybe I can prove my self there and maybe grandma as well"

Jake " she busy with your baby sister tuk still a child and needs all her attention, and she has her stuff to deal with and your other siblings"

Jake " leave mo'at out of this matter she has your sisters to take after you she doesn't need you"

y/n " well maybe I can help your or the humans I can be helpful dad, give me a chance I know I have mess up but maybe if you hear me out"

Jake " I don't have time for now just go elsewhere and stay away from the warriors and everyone until future notice once again, I will be apologizing for you mistakes"

y/n " I can go say sorry to the class and my mentors"

Jake " just stopp y/n you have done enough today just go else" you said nothing else everyone knew your dad loves your sibling more, then you because when they messed up it was okay but when you messed up it was bad. He will defend them more than he will defend you and that was true.

y/n " yes sir" you soon walked away it seems like everyone was listening to the conversation, you soon reached your mom and sister as they sat outside of the home with, some other mother and children by them having a good time.

y/n " hey"

tuk " sis you are home"

y/n " yes lesson got done early"

kiri " did they or did you mess up again come on sister you have to start thinking more, before you act"

y/n " I did my best"

y/n " umm can I help you all with the weaving I got better" neytiri and kiri looked at each other and soon looked at you.

kiri " sister I and mom have been working on this for months and we have to make sure the style stays good, and it and project me and mom have been trying to keep a secret for dad"

y/n " oh what is it for"

neytiri " a gift for you father is has all the families ikran on it"

tuk " all but mine"

kiri " hush once you get your ikran we will add it" you were looking over the project it had everything special about everyone, in the family well expect you.

y/n "I think you are all missing something"

kiri " no we are not everything on there"

y/n " no you are missing...." you had taken a step not trying to ruin anything but there was soon a loud rip sound.

kiri " no y/n " you soon looked down to see the image of your parents and family had been ripped in half.

y/n " I'm sorry I was making sure I didn't step on anything wrong, here I can help" you had moved out of the way trying to clean up the mess you had made accidentally, but tuk and some other kids were running around not paying attention and trip over you bow that you placed away safely, but one kid had tossed it down hoping to win the game but it was seen like you had done it. sending them falling into the ground, hurting themselves as cries let out.

neytiri " tuk"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry I didn't see you"

neytiri " enough"

y/n " here let me help I can take tuk and take care of her"

kiri " enough sister please move ... move I need to attend to our sister you had hurt while not looking where you are going"

y/n " umm sure is there anything I can do"

kiri " no juts stop"

y/n " tuk I'm sorry so sorry"

tuk " it hurts"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry when you are better I will make it up to you, hey hey don't we go for flight or you can have my desert at dinner"

tuk " can a hug help"

y/n " oh tuk"

neytiri " just leave you sister alone just go away for a bit, we can deal with her"

y/n " okay mom is there anything I can do while I'm gone I can get dinner or collect new materials for the project anything name it"

neytiri " become a better daughter and sister, and one of the people" you looked at you mom hurt and it seems like your sister heard it as well, but soon went back to attend to tuk who was still hurt because of you.

navi mother " you have no shame ruining your mom and sister work and not hurting children even your own sister"

y/n " I didn't mean to if there anything I can do"

neytiri " just go away y/n please just leave and don't come back" neytiri was now looking at you in the eyes and she was mad, it seems like she didn't see you as her daughter anymore. You didn't say anything else as you soon left, feeling all eyes on you getting dirty looks from the mothers and their kids. Once you were out of the view of the clan you soon started running as fast and far you legs can take you. You kept on running until you could no longer run anymore feeling the pain in your legs and feet.

y/n " I'm even a failure to my family" you didn't know where you ran to but you just wish to sit down and relax.

y/n " I can't be a warrior like the rest of my family and I will never be a healer like kiri ... I always mess up and can never do everything everyone else wants me to do it like .... I'm no true navi I'm a demon in false body"

y/n " even I'm bring my sibling into this when it not their problem"

y/n " now because of me we are losing this warrior and more lives will be lost, and now I rude dad gift he would of like so much I rude everything .... I'm selfish and childlish as well" tears were falling down your face as your felt like a complete failure as daughter, sister, and navi altogether. You even thought the human hate you as well as they will rush away and cover stuff when you came by, you were unwanted by everyone. expect your sibling, your grandmother, and spider they always love you and wanted to spend time with you.

y/n " I just wanted to be helpful and keep everyone alive and well" you soon felt something touch your forehead. You soon open your eyes to see a wood spirt you had gotten up and look at it.

y/n " hello little one are you lost" you reach out your hand as the spirt start floating over it making you laugh and smile, soon more spirts had shown up getting your attention.

y/n " well it look like you are not alone" the wood spirt had float down towards your feet and start making it way up, soon followed by other doing the same as well as the other float around you. A smile had grown on your face as this happen it was so beautiful and wonderful.

y/n " huh" it seems like the woods spirt were leading you towards something so you decide to follow them, going deep and deeper into the forest until you reached a grand spitter tree.

y/n " wow' you follow the spirts towards the grains tree as all the other trees started to glowing brighter and brighter. you soon reach the tree truck.

y/n " I have never been here what is here anyways where I'm" the spirt from earlier was floating near you, as one the tree branch was hanging low.

y/n " I'm going with you want me to grab and see what happens right, well I'm trusting you spirt and all your friends ... oh please great mother given me strength to be strong and helpful ... I just want to be there for my family and people as I feel lost and useless" you had closed your eyes and made the connection, soon open your eyes.

y/n " huh" you soon saw Thanator was trapped one of rda traps, you remember this day as you soon saw a child version of you. Who was walking slowing towards the creatures holding your blade as you walked towards the creature. the Thanator was looking at young you made and growling, as you raised up your blade looking like you were making a hunter blow when you cut off the trap from the creatures and removed and tracking device.

younger you " there you go see I mean you no harm" younger you had broken the tracking device in many piece and soon tossed it over a cliff.

young you " see all good now you are all better they will not find you" the Thanator soon looked at you and soon bowed towards you and your bow back, the creatures soon ran off into the woods. The Thanator was not the last creatures you saved from hunter traps.

y/n " I remember that day I was so proud of myself" soon another memory started playing it was other version of you from years ago . You had come across some rda scientists and one solider .

Scientist " leave us alone we mean you no harm"

younger you " I mean no harm as well"

Scientist 2 " then why are you here anyways"

younger you " I saw your fire and came to see if you need help ... you r friend is sick" you had seen the other humans laying down sweating badly and sick.

Scientist 3 " no please don't him he our friend he mean no harm, he has a family"

younger you " I'm here to help no cause anymore harm" you soon saw flower that could help and some herbs, you grabbed them and soon of metal cups starting cursing them.

solider "what going one ... she one of them what is is doing"

Scientist 3 " don't worry she her to help you"

younger you " the hot water can I use it"

Scientist " yes give her what she said" the forth scientist had grabbed the water and gave it to you, and you soon poured the water into the cup and soon walked to the man.

younger you " drink it and you will feel better" You were kneeling down towards the man as he looked at you, he soon took the cup his friend.

solider " it ever sweet"

Scientist " what did you give him"

younger you " a herbal tea that will help heal you friend he will feel better soon"

solider ' thank you"

younger you " you are welcome now you all most head back to your home, before the scouting party see you"

Scientist 2 " why are you helping us"

younger you " because I care and you all seem like you mean no harm"

scientist " are you well enough to move"

solider " yes ready to go"

younger you " here some advice the rda higher up are using you all I know you all came here for some reason, but once the rda has had it use with you they will leave you all behind"

Scientist " thank you child we will always remember this"

younger you " if you use this way you will be home befroe dark and avoid any hunters out there, the warriors and brave and will defend our homes ... I have show your kindness today where other wouldn't dont make me regret my choices" the human had looked at you soon clearing thier stuff and soon leave the area, you made sure their tracks were not followed.

y/n " I still wonder whatever happen to them after that day" you had shown kindness and help your so called enemies will others would not. You even shown kindness toward you clan members and humans even due they didn't like it most of the time. soon the memories ended and you back in the real world.

???? " you are not selfish or childish" you soon got scared when you heard a deep voice speaking to you, making you looked around to see tshaik standing near you but she seemed different.

y/n " hello have you called me here"

????? " yes I have called you here today as I have been sneaking you out since the day you open your eyes"

y/n " huh"

????? " you think you are useless, selfish, and childlish, failure I'm right" the women was walking around you as you following her every movement.

y/n " yes"

???? " that is false I have seen what you have done in the past showing kindness towards the creatures here and face the most dangerous ones, and being there for enemies you wish to understand verse hate them"

y/n " yes"

????? " you are not useless, selfish, childlish, and failure you are perfect my child as I have a dynasty made for you and you will discover more as you grow"

y/n " huh what do you mean"

???? " you have come to place that thsaik once they are in elders years can come and you are still young, that speak volumes you will be great tshaik one day"

y/n " no that is for my sister I can't take that away"

????" still caring for your family that why you will be perfect my child, you will be good tshaik and show everyone what you can do" the women was soon standing in front of you and soon tapped your forehead as wood spirts soon started circle around you, as the women disappeared as the tree starting glowing bright and brighter. The wind was blowing as well and you could hear this sweet song and soon everything had felt like it stopped.

???? " now go live your life with wonder and beauty it will not be easy, but you will do great things my child great things" soon it felt like everything had ended.

y/n " thank you" It was night time and you realized it was far to late to be away from home, your family might be worried for you. You soon raced home with a smile one your face as the spirts followed you, as the ground glowing under your feet as your feet hit the ground. While everything else glowed when you fingers touched them, you felt some happy once you reached home you were alone.

y/n " I'm home but it seems like no came looking for me ... it okay at least they are all okay that all the matters" you soon reached your home to hear and see you family having a good time eating dinner and talking, you wish to join them but you didn't after today you felt it was wrong.

y/n " I should leave it will be bad if they see me" you soon went to place you had made with your siblings and spider, you soon climbed all the way up there it was tree house that what Jake called it. You had picked some fruit while eating it, watching some the light turn. You looked out onto pandora wondering what will happen next and what was your dynasty. You had fallen asleep that night not feeling alone like past nights you felt like you were not alone. anymore and just maybe there was some others here and with the great mother that are on your side.

[eluxurex]

I don't know what to say. How to react to your kind actions. I should have dead that night, alone, with nobody to relate to. I should have died a pitiful death, being sold to a predator and ending up as nothing more than a lump of fat on their body; I should have died as nothing more than food. A freaking meal.

But then you came.

Just before I had been sold away to who would have been the highest bidder, you came along with an even higher price. I didn't see this as much, at that time it didn't seem to change the fact that I was still going to die. After the auction, I expected to be chained up once more, just before I would be completely sealed away in someone's gurgling gut.

"No need to chain him up, I'll eat him right here."

My eyes widened. I didn't expect my end to come this quickly. So this is really it then, I thought. There's was no point in running. Predators were much faster than my species. Besides that, you were much taller than any pred I had seen. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that I won't get very far.

You looked me up and down with curious, blue eyes that seemed to be somehow scanning the very essence of my soul. I wasn't really much to look at, just another malnourished young adult who was unlucky enough to be in this place. But apparently, you liked that, as you just kept on such a warm smile that if I were not your prey, I would have seen this as a kind look.

You put your hands under my arms and lifted me. You were surprisingly gentle doing this, but I didn't notice at that time, for I was too busy apologizing to God for all my sins and asking for for forgiveness.

Then you opened your mouth. Sharp, white fangs glimmered in your mouth, reminding me just how much painful it will be if you ever decided to just nibble on me a bit. I did not relish the thought of that.

Strangely, you looked me in the eye just before swallowing me with a pitiful look. I couldn't tell if you were indirectly mocking me or were feeling sorry for me in any way. Not like it mattered.

Then you began to swallow me head-first. I was quickly covered in saliva. Even at the point of death, I was still somewhat marvelled on how someones throat could expand to take so much.

It didn't even take long before all that was left were my legs. You easily slurped this down, completely trapping me in your gut with no chance of escape. I suppose you enjoyed me, because after you belched, which being sounded more like an avalanche from where I was.

I wasn't sure how long I had been in there, but I suspected that by then, you were already at home, ready to relax and finally start digesting me. I didn't try to struggle, no, I wouldn't give you the thrill of that.

"It's okay,[REDACTED], I'm not going to hurt you."

I suddenly felt a small pressure on my head, presumably your hand patting me.I couldn't believe my own ears. I was sure I was going to die.

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked in a small voice, hoping you heard me.

"It's me, [REDACTED]. Surely, you still remember me?"

It took a while to realize, but yes, I did remember you. An old friend. You moved away so many years ago. And I couldn't really keep in touch with you, because didn't want me talking to a predator.

"Dude, it's been so long." You said. "What happened to you?"

I tried to summarize most of the things that had happened since you had gone. I told you about how my parents had gotten divorced, leaving me and my sister with my mother with little money to spare.

Then I told you how my mother had decided to be drinking and going to parties, basically neglecting us. I told you how instead of her allowing to go to highschool, she made a plaything for neighbouring preds.

How almost every day of the week, I had to go some dangerous predator's house and be their meal and they were allowed to try and digest me a bit and hurt me with their tummy acids as long as it didn't kill me.

It didn't take long before I broke down as a weeping mess in your gut, telling everything that had happened, no details spared.

I'm sorry you had to see me end up like this, I really am. Nevertheless, I'm grateful that you were at the right place at the right time to help me.

[waffles-art-writing]

Times Where Your Mind Takes Over - Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader (Kinda Head Cannons)

Summary: It has barely been a few months since you were able to leave the medical wing, the psychical wounds healing and scarring, mental… not so much. All the times your mind has taken the wheel and makes you crumble beneath its grasp, how all the boys of the 141 help you through your pain.

(Thank you @boogieman-23 & @tomhardy41 for your comments! And the inspo! Sorry if it’s not what you had in mind, I hope you don’t mind the tag!)

(Part 2 to JOKER) Sorry this took so long to get out.

Proofread: Nope, couldn’t be bothered.

Pairing: 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader

WordCount: around 4.5K

Age Rating: PG13

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: PTSD, Anxiety, mentions of torture, conscious of self image, weapons, injury, Normal COD stuff, PTSD Nightmares.

May turn this into a proper series! Comment if you are interested in that :)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

It’s been almost five weeks since you got out of the medical wing, you stayed in your room a lot more than before the mission and being caught. You locked yourself up in your room for the first week, only leaving to shower and get food. The weeks following you attended some of the training, always having a balaclava or a black medical mask on. You hid from prying eyes of other people, avoiding areas with a lot of other soldiers. If you had to go into an area with ten or more people you would beg one of the boys to come with you, most commonly if it was Soap who joined you. Or you would just avoid it and wait. But now at week five you have gained the courage to mill around the base by yourself more often, keeping your face covered always.

Ignoring the lingering gazes of people, or the quiet conversations you hear around you. You're gaining back your courage, your old out going self is slowly coming back, until you were left alone in the gunnery with a new recruit.

You worked quietly at a table off to the side of the room cleaning your new sniper rifle, thanks to Price, he was able to get your rifle back to you in somewhat good condition after it was abandoned back where your life got turned upside down. The sound of fabric on metal, the satisfying clicks of parts going together, it’s calming. That is until someone walks into the room, you feel their eyes burning holes in your back, your movements falter when you hear them walk up behind you.

The feeling of dread rushing through you as you think fast, your mind not connecting the dots of this is a gunner on base, people come and go. But with it being late in the evening, you thought you would be by yourself. Your body moves before your mind can protest.

You whip around, your fist clenched around the handle of the small pocket knife you had on the table, your blade mere inches from the poor recruits throat. You stare him down, your eyes dark, fear is driving you, nothing but bone chilling fear courses through you. Your arm drops, the realisation hitting you in the face like a sack of bricks. You mumble out a quick apology as you throw everything hap-hazardly into the rifle case, not caring as you zip it up. You dart out the room, not running, not sprinting, just hauling ass at a quick walking pace. The dim halls lighting your way out into the compound, leading into the mess hall that is connected to the barracks - the place you desperately want to be - attempting to avoid as many people as possible.

You speed walk down the corridor, weaving in and out of other soldiers, your rifle case clutched in your hand.

The pounding of your heart thumps in your ears, blood rushing, mind racing, not a single thought about what’s in front of you. The only thing that is racing through your mind is the heart stopping feeling of someone behind you, the eyes of a predator biting into you. You’re practically shaking as you walk towards the doors of the barracks your team resides in. You fumble with a keycard that's in your pocket, your hands shaking as you swipe it through the slot. “Come one” you mumble as you try again, the red light buzzing again. The small screen lighting up presents a ‘Cannot Read Card’. You try again, and again, the same declined buzz sounding out.

You growl out in frustration as you wipe the card on your shirt, hot tears blur your vision, your throat tight like you cannot breathe. Suddenly everything seems to disappear, the tight throat, the fear of the man that caused you harm coming back to get you.

The feeling of safety envelopes you when a gloved hand wraps around yours, you jump out of your skin at first. You look up to see your Lieutenant, his eyes cold as ever but there's the hint of worry dancing in them. “Easy love…” he mumbles, keeping his voice low to not startle you more. He sees you shaking, he watched you struggle with the Key card a few times before he decided to come help you. “Breathe, focus, you're safe” his voice is calm, you nod as you let his hand guide yours through the process of swiping the card. The light turns green and the sound of the door unlocking rings in your ears.

You push forward, Ghost not too far behind, he managed to take your rifle case from you without being caught. You don't even make it to your room before you collapse to your knees in the corridor. Quiet sobs fill the room, Ghost’s quiet footsteps barely audible as he approaches you carefully, knowing how you feel. He’s experienced his own form of torture, paranoia, fear and the feeling of something or someone coming back to continue to pummel you with their hellbent rage. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch you, just stands next to you quietly. Allowing you to drain your emotions without fear of someone coming in, seeing you weak and vulnerable

You walk into the corridor, you fall to your knees, finally you’re somewhere that no one can see you. At least no one outside the 141 that is. Ghost stands next to you, not talking, not touching. He’s not good with words, he himself just bottles everything up and shoves it deep inside with Simon Riley to be able to become the infamous Ghost.

You stand on shaky legs, a few sniffles coming out as you brush the dirt off your knees. Ghost places his hand on the small of your back, quietly telling you he’s there if you need him, his actions are more than you could ask for.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

You finally got convinced by Soap to spar with him, finally getting you out og the cocoon of a blanket burrito he found you in. You were moping around the small common room that’s in the barracks you share witht he 141, everyone could tell that something put you off, resetting your progress of coming back to your normal self. Ghost knows, no one else does, the silent Lieutenant kept your break down hour between you and him. He hasn’t even told Price, your captain.

The sparring was going well, your confidence in hand to hand combat still there. You discarded the black medical mask not too long ago, finding it easier to breathe without it while inside. You’ve managed to pin Soap to the mat, a confident smirk on your face, a glimpse into the real you. “Fuck- I thought you would’ve gotten worse without training for as long as you did.” The Scotsman huffs out, sweat dripping down his brow, his smile not leaving his face, happy you’re coming out of your shell again. You step away from him to let him get up, you wipe your face with your shirt, ignoring the twinge in your side from a punch he landed on you.

The sound of the metal hinges chime out, your body freezes, mind going into overdrive as your eyes widen. Your mask is on the other side of the room by your bag and Soap’s. “Lass, look at me” he's quick to draw your attention away from the new presence in the room, his hands come to rest on your shoulders, making you look at him. “Joker, look at me, not at the mirror, not the people behind you. Me, got that?” His voice is low, almost commanding compared to his normal cheerful and playful tone he most commonly uses.

You nod, your breathing picking up in pace as you glance at yourself in the wall mirror of the gym, the scars that adorn your face stick out like a sore thumb. Soap uses his thumb to guide your face back to his, brows furrowed slightly as he makes you look at him.

Why are they in here, what are they doing here? Are they here to judge you? Stare at your scars? Tease you? Bully you? Make fun of you? Here to push you against the wall and poke at you, cause you more pain, point out all the damage that has been thrust upon you without your permission. Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, make you want to lock yourself in your room and wallow in self hatred. “Lass, look at me.

“Johnny- I can’t… I can’t do this…” You mumble, leaning into him, hiding your face in his chest, your fingers curl around a dark blue shirt he is wearing. “Okay, okay, just hold onto me doll I’ll get you out of here. You just gotta focus on me okay?” He looks down at you, you nod your head. Soap cautiously leads you out of the room, the rowdy group of people too caught up in their conversation to notice you two slipping out the door. Soap scoops you up in his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

Your heart beat is in your ears, the rushing feeling to your head makes you feel nauseous, bile rises up into your throat. “I’m gonna be sick” You mumble, biting your tongue to try to keep it under control. Soap mumbles out an ‘okay’ luckily you’re mere metres from the bathroom, he kicks open the door, hoping no one is in there going about their business while he hauls his team mate that is about to be sick into one of the stalls.

Burning fills your throat as you cough out your breakfast into the toilet, your hands gripping the edge of the porcelain bowl. The smell makes you feel even worse than before, your body quivers, energy plummeting with your adrenaline from the fear. Soaps large hands rub your back gently, while his other hands back your hair, trying to soothe you. You groan as your stomach twists into more knots, sweat running down your face mixing with tears. “You’re okay Lass…” Soap’s low timbre sounds out from behind you.

You sit back onto your heels, attempting to bring your breathing under control. Soap passes you some toilet paper before flushing the toilet, you wipe your mouth while thanking Soap for everything he has done for you. “Thank you Johnny… for everything.” Soap chuckles lightly while shaking his head, he gently pulls you closer, he can still see you quivering from the fear you can feel. “Nonsense Lass, it's the least I can do.” You huff in annoyance as you snuggle into him, his arms wrapping out you tightly.

It’s peaceful being wrapped up in his arms, despite what just happened and where you are. You can hear his heartbeat, it's even and soothing in your ear. Your breathing evening out, falling in sync with Soap’s. You eventually fall asleep, despite being on the fall in the bathroom. Soap smiles slightly, a huff of air leaving him like a chuckle. His arms loop under your legs and back, lifting you off the ground.

Soap passes a few people in the corridor, ignoring their stares, thankful you naturally hid your face into his shoulder. He bumps into Gaz on the way to your room, thankful he's there to open the barrack doors. “Thanks mate” Gaz shrugs, as he follows you two into the corridor. “Is she okay?” He asks, wondering why Soap is carrying their teammate. “She should be now, got crowded in the gym.” Soap states as Gaz opens the door to your room, he stays by the door watching as Soap tucks you into your bed.

“I’ll go get her some water” the younger man states, walking off. Soap brushes the hair out of your face, fingers dancing over the scars on your face. He pulls your desk chair up next to your bed, leaning his elbows on your bed. “You’re safe Lass, we’re all here, I’m here.” He mumbles as he leans on his arms, rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

You stare into the mirror, eyes locked onto the pale pinkish skin that now adorns your cheeks.

The sinister smile staring back at you, the memory of the blade, the dark gaze, the sinister smirk.

Your hands clutch the sink basin, knuckles white as your breathing becomes shallow and quick.

Tears slip from your eyes, falling down your cheeks and into the white porcelain sink.

That’s when you see him, the same smirk that chills you to your core. Makes your stomach churn like a stormy sea, your eyes widen in fear, your throat constricting as you see the bloody blade come to hover in front of you. The crimson red dripping from the steel, the same red that drips from your cheeks, the pain. Searing pain, blinding white hot pain. You attempt to scream, nothing comes out, your voice nonexistent, useless. You flinch away when no the blade trails along your lips, suddenly seeing your wrists and ankles bound to the chair.

The same man leans in close, his breath fanning over your face, the psychotic look in his eyes sending shivers down your spine. “No, No no no no” you whisper out, your body shaking as tears blur your vision. “No! Go away! You’re dead! I killed you! Leave me alone!” You scream out, tugging against the rope.

A fist connects with the wooden door, banging on it, door handle jiggling. “Lass! Open up!” Soap calls out, his voice scratchy from being woken from your screams, he's just in sweatpants. “JOKER! Wake up!” He steps back, when Ghost comes running down the corridor, Price and Gaz following. “What the bloody hell is going on Johnny?!” Ghost barks out, his eyes dark, the normal black paint around his eyes missing, just a plain black balaclava adorns his face. “She’s having a nightmare! She’s screamin’ bloody murder!” Soap replies as he turns to the team, his face painted with worry. “The door is locked and she’s not waking up” his fists clench when he hears you call out for them, begging for whatever hellish dream your mind is laying out for you.

Ghost stands in front of the door, his large frame casting a harsh shadow on the wood. He backs up, stepping forward again, kicking at the weak point of the door.

The sound of wood splintering fills the room, light floods into the darkness of your room. Your blankets kicked to the floor, pillow hanging off the edge, your own body squirming. “Leave me alone!” You scream, you’re still asleep.

Tears stream down your cheeks, you can hear the faint sound of your name being called. It’s familiar, but desperate, almost begging. You whip your head around to try find the source, your mind racing as you hear the all too familiar nickname. “Lass, wake up!” Soap! It’s Johnny, he’s here, but where? You hear another voice, its firm, commanding, the timbre of the man’s voice comforting.

“Kid, Love, you gotta wake up” Ghost… What are they doing here, but where are they, you need them. “Ghost- Soap? Please! Help!” You whimper out, a choked sob escaping you. A you feel warmth, sudden warmth on your shoulders, hands, rough hands. Familiar hold, it’s Ghost… and Soap. They are here, you can’t see them. “Open your eyes Lass, nothings gonna hurt you.”

You wake with a jolt, your hands clutching at Ghost’s arms, your breathing quick as you sit bolt upright. That’s when it hits you, the constricting feeling of crying, blurry vision. You see Ghost first, then Soap. You shake in Ghost’s hold, terrified to move, to speak, to even blink as you stare wide eyed at the two men. Gaz and Price are by the door, giving you three as much room as possible. Not wanting to overwhelm you. That’s when you lock eyes with your friend, a pained sob falls from you as you reach out to the one of the youngest on the team, Gaz. Ghost has moved to the side, Soap stays seated on the ground by your bed as Gaz walks over.

His sibling-like nature comforts you more than you would care to admit. He moves slowly when he approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of concern as he watches you shake in your spot. You make small grabby-hands to him, he chuckles lightly as he moves closer, knowing you just need the comfort. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your face coming to hide in his neck, quiet sobs can be heard from you as Gaz rub’s your back. He knows the pain of having nightmares so vividly they leave you shaken, not wanting to sleep ever again, hell, they all do.

After some time, your sobs turn to sniffles. Ghost ended up sitting at your desk, Soap behind you, keeping a hand on your shoulder, rubbing small shapes there. Price disappeared for a little while, coming back with extra blankets as pillows. “I have an idea” He states as he stands in the doorway, knowing you love movie nights with the team even though he somewhat finds them annoying. Soap jumps from his seat, happy for sudden movie night in the middle of the night. Gaz chuckles, looking down at you, seeing you smile a little.

He scoops you up, carrying you to the couch in the common area of the 141 Barracks. He settles down, you comfortably snuggled up next to him. Soap cramps himself on the other side of you, dragging Ghost with him. Price takes his spot in an armchair next to the couch, remote to the tv in hand as he flicks on your favourite movie.

Gaz keeps you close throughout the movie, quietly talking to you to keep your mind occupied when the movie goes quiet. You eventually fall back asleep in his arms, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back. Soap leaning on you, one the verge of sleep himself, Price is still awake - albeit barely - while Ghost has his head back, small snores leaving him. There’s a small smile on your face, knowing you're safe and surrounded by the ones that are your teammates, friends, family.

Captain John Price

Gaz, Ghost and Soap are off base. It’s the weekend, they decided to go explore the local area the team is currently situated in, they are here to meet with another task force in a few days. You’ve decided to stay in the safe house, taking stock of what there is and if you need to ask Price to help with getting things.

You are standing in the kitchen, food laid out on the kitchen island, not a lot is there, maybe a night or two dinner’s worth, very little for breakfast and not a lot of energy packed things. Whoever was here last didn’t bother with emptying out the cupboards and fridge of perishables. You’ve gagged multiple times, having to dump the trash bag outside as quickly as possible when it started to stink out the safe house. Price walked into the room to find you holding your shirt over your nose, holding the trash bag as far from you as possible. He chuckles when he watches you come back inside, sighing with relief. “So what do ya got Joker?” He asks, walking up next to, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You groan, leaning on the bench, your notepad in front of you. “Not a lot sir, barely two dinners, not a lot of breakfast food along with nothing full of energy or nutrition. So basically nothing…” you rub the back of your neck as you turn to Price, who is smirking at you. “Ain’t surprised, so we're gonna go shopping or what kid?” You shrug, looking at the food in front of you. “It looks like it.”

You’re standing in front of the grocery store, staring at the large glass sliding doors, it’s like a large daunting tower to you. Your staring at the building like a little kid staring at the school building on their first day, anxious, scared of who’s going to be in there, what’s going to happen. Are people going to see what’s under your medical mask? See the scars? see what happened to you? Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, stare at you like you’re some freak.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, Price is stomping out his cigarette on the ground. “You can wait in the car if you want, kid.” He states as he watches your hands clenched into fists repeatedly, he knows what you're thinking he can practically see the thoughts playing like a movie in your eyes. “Joker?” You lock eyes with him, you let out a breath you didn't even realise you're holding. “I want to do this… Just stay with me? Please?” You ask, you think you sound pathetic, you know you do, you can hear it in your voice. “Of course, I’ve got your six.” Price states, his hand falling from our shoulder to motion towards the doors. “When you’re ready” you nod, making your way to the doors.

So far it's been reasonably quiet, the occasional customer here and there, they haven’t even given you a second glance. Other than the kids, who would be staring at you and Price. You keep telling yourself that kids will be kids, they stare at anything and everything. Price has kept next to you, slightly behind you the whole time, occasionally placing his hand on your shoulder or your back to make sure you know he’s there. However when it comes to the checkout, there's a man in front of you, his stature similar to the devil you see at night, or behind you in the mirror.

His hair is the same. Your breathing quickens, back straightening, muscles tensing. Price stepped away to grab a bottle of something, he said he will be back in a second. The isle he disappeared into only a few metres away, you turn around to try to find him. But your eyes lock onto someone who’s not Price, a woman, she's looking at you with a small smile. You nod your head in return and turn back, staring at your boots. “Are you okay?” The man in front of you asks, he happened to turn around to see you look from the woman to your boots. You flinch when you hear him, your blood turning to ice. You nod again, not looking up at him, not trusting your voice.

The next thing you know is the basket being taken from your hands, the smell of cigars and leather mixed with something like sandalwood, maybe some gunpowder? “She’s okay, thanks mate, just doesn’t like public places too much” its Price, John, your safety blanket. Price stands between you and man, keeping you close to his side as he unloads the basket onto the checkout conveyor belt. You keep your head down, hands in your pockets to fiddle with loose thread that's in there. The young girl behind the counter asks you for your ID, you look a lot younger than John. He got a bottle of bourbon, so in turn you’re asked for ID.

“She’s old enough, I’m paying anyway.” John states, he is already pulling his wallet out. “I’m sorry but I still need to see her ID, I just don’t want to get growled at by my boss, I’m sorry.” John nods his head, understanding why. You fumble with your wallet, trying to pull the driver licence out. You can hear kids talking to their parents, asking why you need to show your ID, other people are talking about things. Your mind twisting them into why are you taking so long? Why do you wear a mask? Why are you so nervous? It feels like it's been ten minutes of you trying to get your ID.

In reality it's been barely a minute, you finally hand over your ID, she looks from the ID to your face. “Okay cool, sorry for the trouble.” John pays and you’re quick to grab the paper bag and walk out.

You get inside the car, slamming the door behind you. John gets into the driver's side, looking over at you hugging the grocery bag to your chest. You’re staring ahead but not actually looking at anything, just aimlessly staring. Your mind racing, eyes wide, brows furrowed, your mask still secured to your face. “Look at me, Joker.” He calmly states, his tone soft to not startle you, his hand is placed on top of your own on the paper bag. “Kid… It’s me Price, John, you know me. Look at me sweetheart.” He tries to gain your attention, slowly bringing you back into the present.

You slowly look towards Price, fear is evident in your eyes. He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing your foreheads together. It’s something he does with you to ground you, you picked it up from him and ended up doing it with everyone else too. Except for Ghost, he doesn’t like being touched, you have done it one or twice, but that was pure luck. Soap loves it, Gaz adores it, Price does it to keep your attention away from your intrusive thoughts. “Focus on me Joker, you're safe, you’re with me.” You focus on his voice as your eyes flutter closed, your hands gripping the paper bag of groceries tighter. “You can get through this, you're strong, you’re one the best.” his grip on your jaw is grounding, it's firm but not tight.

You open your eyes again, your thoughts slowing down, your breathing back to normal as you look at price. “That’s my girl.” He states with a smirk, pulling away, ruffling your hair slightly like a young child. “Th… Thanks Price.” You mumble, wiping the loose tears from your eyes as you settle down in your seat. “No need to thank me kid, my door is always open if you need me. You know that, right?” He raises a brow as he looks at you, turning the key in the ignition. “Right.” You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you watch Price pull out of the parking lot, driving towards the Safehouse.

You’re beyond thankful for this help, support from all of them. All of them taking their time with helping you with your trauma, anxiety, and the stomach churning nightmares.

[foxedthecards]

🍁 +

Mr Fox, why have you chosen Jonas’ body to inhabit (if you had a choice in the matter at all.) and why?

Oh now there's a VERY interesting question...

Mr Fox folds his arms and leans back, gazing at Master Grey. A smile crosses his face. It's about as neutral a smile as you can get.

"*Haven't the foggiest idea,*" he says in an even tone of voice. "*Strange thing that. First of all someone such as myself could have done better in that department. He is really quite the soppy little dishrag of a fellow, isn't he...*"

There's something uncanny about that smile when Mr Fox leans forward and when his black gloved hands touch the side of his face lightly it becomes apparent: it is a mask. His hands perform a flourish and now the mask is a grotesque caricature of pity, a single painted tear in the corner of the eye and lips pursed in exaggerated concern.

"*But poor dear little thing perhaps I felt sorry for him! Ah, but look at him, frightened, dejected and so very alone, a little rabbit paralyzed with terror!*" he croons, clasping his hands together. He pretends to wipe away a tear and in another flourish, the mask has changed yet again into the comically manly visage of a hero, golden locks curling around a stretched grimace calling itself a confident smile. "*My word...could I in fact be the hero to step in and save the day?*"

He made a gagging noise, flipping the mask and revealing a disdainful sneer, narrowed eyes, a curling mustache. "*Hardly. Perhaps he was merely a stepping stone, a patsy, a dimwitted chump in the wrong place at the wrong time. A weak-willed means, overpowered and dominated for my own nefarious ends! "

He ran his fingers across the mustache, giving the ends a dainty little twirl and then pulled, splitting the mask in two pieces as he stood up. Underneath that was revealed a Venetian style half mask in the manner of a black fox.

"*Or perhaps not even that. Perhaps I am in fact simply...an irredeemably wicked creature. A sly predator wishing to close my jaws around the neck of this squawking bantam rooster, steal him away, break his bones, open his chest, lick up that delicious red beating life oh but once again...why oh why oh why...*"

The eyes in the mask are open wide, gone completely gold and gold overflows and trickles down the sides of the mask. That smile is all salivating needles, the hands tremble, their nails pointed through the black leather gloves. There's shivering silver noises distorting his speech. Noises like glass breaking. The body starts to struggle, sags, knees buckling against one another, barely standing as that distorted voice rasps out.

"*Perrr...HAps to...bE...In...hU...manNNn...*"

The curtains abruptly sweep closed.

[david-watts]

You want to know why John Tardy is in that Poll? Well I’m here to tell you.

Back in the 60’s there was a Magazine called TV Century 21 it’s original run (and the only one important to this matter) was around 250 issues published weekly. I this magazine was primarily Anderson comic Strips, starting with Lady Penelope (predating her appearance on Tv by many months, Supercar, Fireball XL5, and Stingray. The premise of this magazine was that everything in it happened exactly 100 years after the issue came out, and the at everything was set in the same universe so they had linking material such as the ask 21 feature (which would latter spin of into its own comic) which centred on retired Secret Service Agent 21 asking the readers questions and answering their questions all done as though it was in universe, when he got his own strip it was set 20 years before the main narrative and saw 21 working with Steve Zodiacs Dad, Steve Zodiac Senior.

Now it also included several non Anderson Scripts which were also integrated into this universe, such as Burks Law, and most importantly here, the Dalek! (Exclamation Point included)

No Burks Law was treated as old file reports from the 1960’s and Supercar was seen from the TVC21’s Time Travel Camera, 21’s comic was also seen as file reports from the 2040’s (the main comic happing in the 2060’s)

Now the Daleks were the only non Anderson strip to crossover with the main Anderson narrative regularly. One section saw Lady Penelope interviewing Peter Cushing on his new Propaganda movie created to highlight the threat of the Daleks (which tells exactly what the Daleks Movies are, they are anti Dalek Propaganda), and 21 in his ask 21 strip would often reply readers questions but only about the Daleks and the Anderson sections.

When the Thunderbirds Tv series came out the Lady Penelope Strip was spun of into its own magazine (sadly several issues of this Magazine are un archived and have never been reprinted) which added several narrative to this world but in regards to the Daleks they are of little importance at this point.

The Daleks even made a very brief cameo in the Thunderbirds episode the Man from M.I.5 in which an issue of TVC21 is seen from behind (the page the Daleks! Was printed on) in a place is should have been (it is a newspaper for spies so it would make sense for a spy to have it in his briefcase.)

21 would also go on to cameo in Thunderbirds using one of his aliases.

Eventually TVC21 lost the rights to the Daleks right as they where about to start the invasion of Earth (having just discovered its location)

However this is where things get really interesting.

Over in Lady Penelope Magazine at the same time the Daleks! Gets cancelled the Angles strip starts (these being the angels from captain Scarlet) and in the first strip they are all brought together by a mysterious voice (latter revealed 8 months real world time to be Lieutenant Green) who mentions that a team is needed especially in light of the recent conflict. The conflict goes unnamed but considering that the Daleks will next be named twice in the Ask SPECTRUM feature (which replaced Ask 21) and that Colonel White Mentions that the Daleks Invasion was defeated and SPECTRUM was founded to deal with these kinds of threats. It is clear that the writers very much intended SPECTRUM to have been created because of the Dalek invasion.

But that’s not all going back to 1962 (well before this comic started and even before Doctor Who had started) the Planet Kemble makes its first appearance in Fireball XL5 several Years latter it would show up fully licensed as the main setting of the Daleks Masterplan, looking almost the same (the only change being changes that can easily been been explained by 2000 years of natural causes).

But the story does not end there.

In the Magazine Countdown UFO had a strip alongside Doctor Who proper in the 70’s. Prior to this SID a had already appeared in an episode of Captain Scarlet. But often in the Third Doctor Comics and the UFO comics technology that first appeared being used by UNIT a would end up being used by SHADO and visa-versa.

But wait there is more!

In the 90’s Doctor Who was off screen, sad. As was Anderson, also sad. But in the early 2000’s Doctor Who decided to publishes a novel set in the 2090’s of the captain scarlet world dealing with the fallout of the Mysteron war. Now but this point they could not use the names of the organisation or characters so they changed all the characters names, Colonel White became Colonel Leblanc, the Mysteron became the Myloki, Captain Black became Captain Death you get thew idea, but authorial intent was that this novel (the Indestructible Man) was set in the same Anderson Universe as previously shown.

A similar thing also happened with Blake’s 7 but I won’t get into it.

fascinating! I love how it's not just one thing

[sharry-arry-odd]

One of the figures–the so-called last of the humans–pointed and said, "Look." Off to their right, swirling in a thin ray of sunlight filtering in through the canopy, a kaleidoscope of butterflies–at least a dozen, monarchs all–dancing among the trees, a slow, silent tornado. And then the machine spoke. "B-butterfly wings are d-delicate. Touching one might c-cause the colors to fade, l-leaving the butterfly open to predators. It will not k-kill it immediately, but you are sentencing it to d-death regardless." "Yes," came the reply. "Yes. That's . . . that's what Nurse Ratched said when . . ." Memory, ever-present, a reminder of what was and what could be, if only one was brave enough to reach for it. "Vic?" He looked over at his friend beside him. Hap kissed him tentatively, sweetly. A single point of contact, and he tasted of metal. "What was that for?" Vic asked after he pulled away, touching his lips in wonder. "I w-wanted to," Hap said simply. He looked back at the kaleidoscope and smiled. "Nice. P-pretty. I l-like them." "I know," Vic said as he took Hap's hand in his. "You could . . . you can do that again. If you want." Hap rolled his eyes. "Oh, c-can I? G-good to know." But then he kissed the side of Vic's head, lingering. Be it man or machine, Victor thought, to love something meant loving the ghost inside, to be haunted by it. Humanity–that nebulous concept he didn't always understand–had lived and died by its creations. Perhaps Victor would too, one day, a final lesson in what it meant to exist. But that day was not today. As the butterflies danced, a human and machine looked on, their hearts beating as one.

In The Lives of Puppets, by TJ Klune

[arinailma]

Kalo diibaratkan kek behavior nya hewan nih, dakwahnya tarbiyah mirip bet sama kultur migrasinya koloni ikan salmon pas lagi musim semi. Ikan salmon tuh lahir dan tumbuh sampai usia matang mereka, tinggalnya di sungai, yang kalo kita pikir-pikir ekosistem sungai ga se-ekstrim ekosistem di laut. Begitu mencapai usia matang, mereka bakalan rame-rame loncat-loncat berenang dari sungai ke laut buat menghadapi habitat mereka yang "seharusnya".

Ibaratkan kayak pas lagi usia remaja, terus sampai dewasa mereka mulai hidup di laut yang notabene lebih banyak predatornya, lebih tinggi salinitasnya, lebih dalam permukaan dasarnya. Laut yang sebegitu luasnya akhirnya juga jadi tempat mereka buat saling menemukan pasangannya. Hidup menjadi pasangan penuh bahagia.

Nah salmon yang udah jadi pasangan nih, mereka saling menguatkan satu sama lain. Masa-masa sebelum masa kawin (kalo di hewan, masa kawin tuh langsung upayanya mereka buat memperbanyak keturunan ya hwhw) mereka isi buat mempersiapkan diri nyiapin generasi terbaik. Emak salmonnya beneran makan dengan makanan terbaik, bapaknya nyiapin stamina biar kuat melewati perjalanan panjang yang gatau disana rintangannya ada apa aja. Sampai satu saat, fitrah dari penciptaanya mereka sendiri yang akhirnya mengantarkan mereka buat balik lagi ke hulu sungai yang dulu jadi tempat mereka dilahirkan.

Perjalanan dari laut ke sungai tuh, gapernah ada yang gampang. Dimana-mana air selalu mengalir dari tempat tinggi ke tempat rendah kan? Nah berarti, laut yang jadi muara semua aliran air di muka bumi itu dataran terendahnya. Sedangkan ikan salmon, harus berenang dari laut ke sungai, itu artinya dia bakalan ngelawan aliran arus air yang semestinya. Waw, bayangin kita berdiri diem di tengah sungai yang airnya deres aja keknya kita cuma tahan beberapa menit. Ini si salmon beneran berenang ngelawan arus, jangankan arus deh, air terjun aja mereka mah bukan cuma di jadiin perosotan, dijadiin panjat tebing. Kek hah gokil bgt ga si. Masyaallah tabarakallah.

Selain kontur perairan yang mereka lewatin, sepanjang perjalanan ke sungai ya pasti ketemu predator dong. Predator yang paling suka muncul di cerita-cerita ada beruang. Beruang kalo nyari ikan ga main-main, bos. Salmonnya gesit, beruangnya gercep. Begitu salmon sampai di puncak air terjun, dia gatau di atas sana udah ada beruang yang nungguin sambil najemin mata dan penciuman gitu kan, begitu salmon loncat langsung 'hap' dah tu. Mati deh. Beberapa salmon pun tereleminasi bahkan sebelum mereka sampai ke tempat pemijahannya. Berarti kan salmon-salmon yang nyampe ke tempat kawin cuma salmon-salmon terkuat, yang beneran udah Allah anter sampai sana buat melanjutkan generasi yak.

Mirip ga sih kek dakwah.

Kita dari dulu sekolah, bahkan sebelum sekolah deh, kita udah dididik sedemikian rupa sama orang tua, guru-guru, mentor, murobi terbaik. Mungkin kita bisa bilang lingkungan kampus dan realita masyarakat kita tu jadi ibaratkan laut bagi ikan salmon. Yaa jelas pasti ujiannya bakal lebih banyak dong. Predator atau lawannya dari yang paling kecil ke yang paling besar juga ada. Nuansa dan bawaan lingkungannya juga beda banget kayak 'rumah'. Yang apa-apa gampang, apa-apa tinggal ke bapak ibu. Nanti di fase kehidupan yang seharusnya dimana yang kerja harus kerja, yang berumahtangga harus hidup bermasyarakat. Tentu gaakan bisa selamanya enak. Idealisme idealisme dan kenyamanan kita di beberapa kondisi keknya bakal dan emang perlu diguncangin sesekali.

Dakwah tuh ngebesarin kader-kadernya dengan pemahaman itu dari awal. Yaa walaupun emang ga se realistis itu sih, tapi setidaknya udah di sounding duluan nih ke kita yang tumbuh di dalamnya.

Oiya, terus persamaan (eh cocoklogi deng) dari perjalanan ikan salmon yang melawan arus aliran air sama dakwah ada juga. Ibaratkan kayak gelombang nih, dulu gerakan dakwah tarbiyah bermula dari adanya gelombang sekulerisme yang dibawa sama zionis yang udah ngerancang kehancuran dunia dari duluuu banget. Terus tarbiyah dateng, ibaratkan lagi melawan gelombang sekuler itu. Sama kek salmon yang ga cuma ngelawan aliran air, tapi juga manjat tebing tiap air terjun di perairan buat sampai hulu sungai. Jadi berat tidak kawan-kawan? Iyes pasti si.

Di jalan kita tumbuh, kemudian melewati berbagai fase kehidupan, mungkin beberapa kadernya sama kek ikan salmon yang di tengah-tengah tereliminasi. Entah itu karena kena predator, ato emang stamina tubuhnya yang gakuat. Ternyata, ga semua kader dakwah yang pada akhirnya juga bisa sampai di hulu sungai dan melahirkan generasi-generasi penerusnya yang sama-sama kuat dan akan terus melahirkan generasi yang sama daya juangnya. Kalo menurut pandangan ekologis sih, semakin tinggi angka pertumbuhan salmon maka semakin baik kualitas populasi dari ikan salmon itu sendiri ya. Terlepas dari ikan salmon juga bisa dimanfaatkan dagingnya buat manusia, tapi kalo secara nature nya yaa tetep seimbang gtu populasinya.

Gitu sih, kepikiran aja gitu. Ikan salmon aja berjuang yak buat melahirkan penerus-penerus terbaiknya. Masa kita yang manusia kagak. Malu noh sama ikan.

🐟���🐬🦈 || Rabu, 23 Oktober 2024

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Spoilers undercut

Babes you’re a child

I just want this poor child to be happy

Also PTJ going CRAZY with these training methods

Lmao remember the last time we were told xiaolong, mandeok, and yuseong were on par with gun and goo🥴🥴

And Eli being forced to become gun☹️

I think Vascos training takes the medal for being the toughest so far

Ok so now with the Heather and her mom situation

Honestly because Heather is still being portrayed by ptj as a good person I don’t hate her. I see both sides to the theories however it’s a important to note that a lot happed to Eli during that time and we only saw a few flashbacks. And also important to focus on how how female characters are portrayed committing predatory acts in WEBTOONs in general, I feel like most authors don’t see it as bad because there’s not enough awareness about double standards in South Korea. Again both sides make sense to me but because of how Heather is being portrayed as Eli’s first love by the author himself, I don’t think she took advantage of Eli. Yall forget ptj is the author not you guys, at the end of the day these are fan theories, so I HOPE ptj clears this up because I NEED to know what actually happened. I don’t think anyone is in the wrong for thinking either of those theories are true because Eli and Heather’s interactions can interpreted differently by each individual, however what I do think is wrong, stupid, and hypocritical is people who see Heather as a predator getting upset when others don’t share that same belief. I have seen people going as far as to put words in others mouth and saying shit like “Heather is being forgiven because she’s a girl” or “y’all support r*pe”, all while defending all the shitty things Samuel, gun, goo, and olly have done. A traumatic childhood doesn’t excuse shitty actions.

Bonus: I literally had to take 2 images out for these memes because there’s a 10-image limit

Another one

ok slay🫶🏼

[airteacher]

Pema is Tenzin's sugar baby, nothing wrong with that, if it wasn't because he was definitely a predating on her (weeew)

//What makes you think he was predating on her? I'd like to understand more about this.

When I research what a predator looks like in a relationship, these are the key features of the predator that I've found: they're controling, they are sexually exploitative, they isolate their partner, they gaslight, and there's a general sense of harm.

I can see someone trying to make claims of sexual exploitation on Tenzin's part, but the thing is, if the sexual desire and want for children is mutual between partners then it's not exploitation. And I believe Pemzin relationship is mutual. The other thing I see on the list is that some people use against Tenzin's character is him possibly being controling. And I can see a case for that. He's very protective of his family; there's no arguing that. I can see that developing into being overly controling. But Pema seems to keep it in check, refering specifcally to her commenting "I'm not helpless," and her telling Tenzin Korra needs space when he's being overbearing and controling over her. She stands her ground, and doesn't let Tenzin's behavior develop into something worse.

Most importantly, in a predatory relationship there's a sense of harm and abuse. I don't see that in Pemzin. What I do see is mutual love and respect for each other. They support each other and bring out the best in each other. And while everybody has flaws that can turn unhealthy if not kept in balance, Tenzin doesn't match the criteria for a predator.

As for the sugar baby/daddy thing, I don't see the foundation of their relationship being based on that behavior, but I can see that happing for mutual fun and enjoyment at times. And I assume we're not talking about Tenzin having lots of money and Pema mooching off of that, because part of the monk lifestyle is relying on the generosity of others rather than dealing with money. I don't know if this is the case for Pemzin and their lifestyle, but I'm sure they would want to live as closely to the traditional monk practices as reasonably possible.

Besides being in love with each other, there's a lot of logical, healthy reasons for Tenzin to be with Pema that don't have anything to do with predating or sugaring, especially when you consider Tenzin's situation beforehand. Pema's everything he needs and wants in a partner. They have mutual asparations and lifestyles. She's supportive and is there for Tenzin in a way that Lin just couldn't be despite her best efforts. Pema's everything -- and I mean everything he could want and need in a partner. The whole check list is marked off and more when it comes to Pema. How can he say no to that?

I wish that the age gap wasn't so big, but it happens that way sometimes. (A friend of mine is in this situation and she's never been happier.) The important thing is they were both adults and beyond their teenage years when they made that decision.

[dailymailnews]

Dirty dentist George Koudos another creep who should have known better

The case of George Koudos, the dentist convicted of sexual assault, starkly illustrates the vulnerability of trust in professional relationships. His actions shattered lives and left enduring scars on his victim, Alice, and her family.

As sex offenders go, George Koudos the dirty dentist isn’t the worst there is, just another creep who should have known better. Prison is full of people who have committed more serious crimes than the sleazy dentist did. But prison tends to trap losers — too stupid, too poor or too damaged to slither through the system the way someone as slippery as Koudos can George David Koudos has “resources”: the cash and contacts to avoid incarceration in the way common criminals can The law, properly and promptly applied, protects us all. But it is slow and clumsy at weighing the damage done by so in a position of trust who sexually assaults someone vulnerable. Which is what Koudos did. It happened in early December in 2017, when Creepy Koudos and his wife held a Christmas party at home in a fashio inner suburb. Their children’s nanny, a young woman then in her 20s, dropped in for a drink after attending a family friend’s Christ party nearby with her parents. We will call her Alice, not her given name. The dentist and his wife knew her family — in fact, the couple had met Al through her parents seven years earlier, blurring the line between professional and personal in ways that the predator exploit. Koudos’s wife worked for Alice’s father’s firm and Koudos was Alice’s dentist, intertwined ties that made what happen painful. Alice arrived about 10.15pm. On her way in, she saw a woman friend and chatted briefly. Later, Alice remembered th spoken about the woman leaving early because her child was feeling sick. The point being, as Alice recalls, she was “fully coherent at that stage”.

She then sipped a gin and tonic and posed for some snaps with the dentist’s wife, a friend as well as employer. She ch friends of the family. “I presume I had more than one drink,” she recalls. “But this is where it gets weird. I have only flashbacks of what hap next.” She recalls walking outside because she felt faint. She recalls tripping into a bush, scratching her leg. She recalls walking on a cobblestone lane, the one where her phone and wallet fell from her handbag. Looking back on it, she can’t help wondering if a drink had been spiked. (Much later, Alice and a friend had their drin spiked in a bar “and it felt the same.”) She made it back to the Koudos house, wobbly and disoriented. The children had been sent to relatives for the night, went into the son’s bedroom and lay down on the empty bunk and dozed off.

The dentist’s wife brought Alice a glass of water, tucked her in and left the door open. Alice: “Next thing I know is George Koudos is on top of me with a hand pulling up my shirt — the shirt buttons are un I’m digitally penetrated. I look but I can’t fight.” Koudos’s wife appeared in the doorway and yelled at him. He hurried out. Alice was still groggy. “I wake up at maybe six or 6.30,” she recalls. Alice found Mrs Koudos mopping the floor and guessed she had been up all night. She sensed a coldness that would n explained until years later, when it was revealed that Koudos had lied about the incident to his wife, claiming he’d be tempted into a consensual fling rather than committing an unprovoked sexual assault. Alice realised she had lost a friend, a loving connection with children she’d cared for almost since birth, and her own mind. The one thing she hadn’t lost was self respect. Regardless of Koudos’s lies, she knew she had been sinned against — n reverse. She borrowed a phone to order a ride home to Collingwood.

When she got there, she went to her parents’ room. They were still asleep. “I stand there like a ghost. Mum wakes up and sits up bolt upright.” That’s when Alice’s family — happy, generous, friendly people — fell into a darker place than they had ever been. They felt shock, anger and regret. Later came twinges of self reproach, the inevitable and haunting “what ifs”. What if they had never met Koudos? What if they had never introduced family members to him? What if Alice hadn’t their party? Those feelings and more would strike in the coming months. But on that Sunday morning, the family was numbed. A called Lifeline, then a counsellor, and forced herself to whisper the phrase she would later say many times: “I have be sexually assaulted.” They went to the Royal Women’s Hospital. As they left the house, Alice’s father stepped aside to take a call. Alice asked him who was calling so early on a Sunday morning.

“The police,” he said. “Someone found your wallet and phone and handed them in at South Melbourne police station, they’re asking if you’re OK” What Alice didn’t realise was that her father had just told the police he thought she had been sexually assaulted. At th hospital, her answers to questions asked by medical professionals confirmed what her parents already sensed but she want to spell out. She did not yet feel strong enough to lay charges against the man who had betrayed her trust — personally, as an em and as her dentist.

“I was so mortified I refused to do anything about it. I just couldn’t fathom it.” To disguise her distress, for 18 months she buried herself in study, hobbies and other work. She avoided going anywh the suburb of the attack. She still does. Koudos might not have realised it then, but he had lit a slow fuse that would scorch his lucrative professional career a ultimately, torch his reputation.

At the beginning he was able to bluff his wife with the fabrication about a consensual drunken liaison. One problem with that story was that because he’d been trying to lose weight, Koudos wasn’t drinking much — which suggested that when he claimed he was “wasted” at the time, it implied use of substances other than alcohol. The clear possibility that a dentist (legally able to access restricted painkillers and sedatives) might abuse drugs himse highlights the question that Alice asks: was she drugged with a spiked drink? If her drink were spiked, it casts an even more sinister light on the assault. Of course, supplying a target with potent m drinks, Canberra style, has the effect a sexual predator wants: weakened physical defences and blurred or blank mem Despite damage to his marriage, Koudos might have thought he’d dodged a bullet. It seems he concentrated on rescui reputation. It is possibly a coincidence that from 2018 he ramped up a new interest in volunteer charity work — going overseas t poor people’s teeth. Koudos’s sudden passion for good works was described in glowing terms in dental trade publications, in which a frien reporter highlighted his 15 volunteer trips to Vanuatu with the Australian Christian Dental Aid group. Apart from his new missionary zeal, Koudos also joined Rotary. A Rotary publication praised his “strong volunteer mi stating “In addition to his work as a volunteer dentist in Vanuatu, he also volunteers on a fortnightly basis at an inner food truck service …” If someone was advising Koudos how to play nice guy, it backfired when he approached Alice with an “apology” 18 m after the assault. He came to her door in May 2019, describing himself to another visitor as “a friend”. He told Alice he was “sorry” for what I did”. The visit horrified her, triggering her distress over the assault all over again. She slammed the door and called her mother — and later the police. Finally, she told her story in detail. The police se taped telephone call in which Koudos cagily conceded to Alice he had committed the assault, although he did not adm invasive act that constitutes statutory rape. When the police questioned him, he gave a no-comment interview. Creepy Koudos was on the hook but a long way from being landed. Meanwhile, his wife learned the truth and decided charges against him, too — of assaulting and abusing her more than once. Koudos had his licence to practise suspended, costing him a quarter of a million dollars a year. But he could still draw from the busy practice, which was worth millions if he sold

He could afford the sort of advice from the sort of advisers whose skills keep well-heeled clients out of court as long a possible, within the rules. The Koudos camp played the game to the end and into time on. Prosecuting his assault on Alice was complicated by t parallel legal battle with his (now) ex-wife, which cost him a $2000 fine and a good behaviour bond. Alice did not see him for more than four years, until she and her family attended court in January this year — and ag March to see him sentenced at last. In theory, a man can get up to 10 years for sexual assault. In practice, it’s not that way for well-defended “cleanskins” prior convictions and a list of good works. Such as his $10,000 donation to charity and a timely loan to a couple to se son to a school for autistic children. Plea bargaining vaporised the rape charge. Koudos pleaded guilty to sexual assault of Alice and was given a two-year corrections order to do 350 hours of unpaid community work and to complete a men’s behavioural change program. He stood in the dock, a stumpy 45-year-old man, his hair slicked into a topknot that would suit a teenage footballer, a and her parents finally got to have their say in front of family and friends.

Alice’s father spoke for both parents, perhaps parents everywhere, when he made a victim impact statement. “There is a saying ‘You are only as happy as your least happy child’,” he began. “Since 10 December 2017 this has bee life …” He spoke for a few minutes, every line touching and sincere. Then Alice stepped up. “George, you made a choice six years ago, which to this day has a crushing impact on me as well as the lives of my fa friends. The horror of being violated and betrayed by you, someone I did trust, has permanently scarred me. “I have lost 6 years, 2 months, 25 days (and counting) of my life. I have lived in a constant state of shame, completely and utterly mortified about what you did to me through no fault of my own. The constant flashbacks remain I am a 35- year-old woman who checks under the bed each night.” When she’d almost finished she turned and looked squarely at him. “George, remember that you had a choice, yet you gave me none.”

Alice’s courage in facing her assailant in court was a testament to her resilience and determination to seek justice. Despite the legal complexities and the emotional toll, her voice was heard, ensuring that George Koudos faced consequences for his actions.

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WORLD MAP INVENTOR

The Piri Reis (a.k.a. Piri Re’is) map has long been considered anomalous one of the most noteworthy examples of advanced geographical knowledge during The Great Age of Exploration (1400 to 1550). What makes this map so significant is that was drawn in 1513, but it displays information regarding the shape of the continents that exceeds the available knowledge of the time. Although several maps exist from the 16th century and earlier, the Piri Reis map stands out due to the source of information to which it is attributed, as well as the remarkable detail of the various coastal outlines depicted in the map. The map was discovered by a group of historians in 1929 in Istanbul (formerly known as Constantinople), Turkey, while renovations were taking place on the Imperial Palace. 

The map was painted on a parchment made out of gazelle skin and dated in the Muslim year of 919, which corresponds to A.D. 1513. It was also signed by Piri Ibn Haji Memmed(a.k.a. Piri Reis), a well-known admiral in the Turkish navy who had a love for cartography. Piri Reis himself stated that the map was somewhat of an assemblage of 20 various maps that had been drafted during the time of Alexander the Great. The detailed information regarding the placement of continents on the map is phenomenal due to the fact that the map itself predates the“Age of Exploration”, where cartographic knowledge truly began to blossom. One of the foremost researchers of the PiriReis map was a geographer and historian by the name of Charles H. Hap good. He published a popular book in 1966 entitled Maps of the Ancient Sea Kings, which provided detailed technical information regarding the history of anomalous maps and their correlation to then-current geography. Hap good employed mathematical disciplines such as spherical trigonometry to show the relation between the features of certain anomalous maps and their actual corresponding geographic locations. 

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10 Useful Items For Your Dog On Outdoor Adventures

In addition to being members of our families, our dogs also make excellent travel companions. We adore our pets and want to make sure that they are safe on every journey. There are dangers in the wilderness that you do not encounter at home. Your dog might suffer injuries from unfamiliar terrain or predator attacks. Although you can’t always stop them from happening, you can be ready. To ensure everyone’s safety, here are the top ten items you need to bring when taking your dog on an outdoor adventure.

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Yautvember day 1!

first hunt

its nothing more than just a sketch i had done a while back but like this is hap-a'si on her VERY first hunt, before she had met bhi-stuat and helenē

and between you and me .... it was hard to find refs of like yautjas from this angle

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