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The Freedom Saga - A Price For Freedom

Issue #1

The Downfall

Starting:

Miss Freedom

Pandora Gold

The Masked Man

Mandy Saint

For several years, the first superheroine, Miss Freedom, has protected the people of earth from criminals of all walks of life. Never suffering a loss or faced a challenge she couldn't overcome. That was until her path came across Pandora Gold. A villainous woman motivated by greed and power. A devious planner who saw Miss Freedom as an obstacle in her way fortune. Her plan was simple in concept but difficult in execution. Taking her time to set the trap and find the perfect bait. Mandy Saint, a reporter for iNews. Someone who was seen as innocent by the public and notable enough to get the attention of Miss Freedom.

This golden plan of Pandora's required some extra hands. The main hands are those of a mysterious character, only known as The Masked Man. No one knows who he is or where he came from, but he always gets the job done. His silence and baby doll like mask would send a chill down anyone's spine. He'll be the face of the trap, adding more attraction to the crime. Making it even more likely for Miss Freedom to save the day. It'll be too irresistible for her to ignore.

Miss Freedom had just stopped a medical heist in Blade City when she heard that iNews reporter Mandy Saint was kidnapped by a masked man. She rushed over to iCity to speak with the police who responded. She learns that Ms. Saint had her press badge on, which has a tracker in it. It looks like she was being held in a large wearhouse that was abandoned some years back. A confident Freedom tells the police, "Let me handle this. Who knows what this kidnapper wants or is capable of. I will take him down and call you in to take him jail." She runs off without giving the police a chance to respond.

Miss Freedom walks into the wearhouse with no fear. Hands on her hips. The room is poorly lite. Mandy Saint was tied to a chair unconscious. The Masked Man pacing behind her until he saw the superheroine approaching. He stood in front of Saint, opening his arms as if he was welcoming her. She just smiled at him and delivered a uppercut, sending him off his feet.

Miss Freedom:

This party blows. I think the lady and I can find something a little less street trash.

Freedom is untying Saint as she feels a pinch on her butt. Slightly annoyed, she turned around expecting the Masked Man but was surprised to see this beautiful dark-haired woman in a black catsuit.

Miss Freedom:

Oh! And w.. who might you be?

Pandora proudly holds an empty syringe.

Miss Freedom:

What..um..what did you d..d..do to me?

Pandora smiles deviously while looking at the heroine up and down.

Pandora Gold:

So you are the famous Miss Freedom? The first ever superheroine! So blonde. So pretty. I bet that rack makes you popular with the boys.

Miss Freedom (cinfident):

Yes, we all know who I am. Maybe you'd like an autograph? Who should I make it out to?

Pandora Gold (giggling while playing with a syringe) :

I forgot that you were cute. My name is Pandora Gold. I think that I'll call myself the first super criminal. What do you think?"

Freedom smiles amusingly.

Pandora Gold:

This little syringe was filled with a chemical that affects your equilibrium or so, I am told. It was gold and pretty just like me. I guess I'm inside you in a way, but that's just a bit of foreshadowing. Because you see my dear beautiful blonde bimbo, I'm going to become famous just like you. I am going to do what no one has her done. Giving the first superheroine her first defeat. It's not even Christmas, I know, but everyone lobes gifts. I am going to humble you.

She snaps her fingers as the lights in the building become brighter. Revealing thugs and cameramen. The masked man is also on his feet.

Pandora Gold:

I'm recording everything. Afterward, I'll sell copies to the black market. Every news station around the globe will be showing clips of how their great protector was beaten, used like a local sex worker, and submitted to the queen baddie. Ooh! I like that name. Yes, you will be disgraced. An example of what will happen to any do gooder that stands in my way. Meanwhile, I'll be notorious! The woman that took Miss Freedom down. No one to stop me from getting what I deserve.

Miss Freedom (unimpressed expression):

You talk too much.

She swings her leg around slapping her foot across Pandora's face. She retaliates by jumping the syringe in Freedom's shoulder. Grunting through the pain, ripping the syringe out, and tossing it aside. Blood oozing from her wound. She tries another kick, but Pandora easily dodges it. She rears back for a punch, but Pandora swiftly kicks her between the legs. Freedom immediately holds herself, stumbling back in a debilitating pain she's never felt before.

Whatever was in that syringe had indeed affected her equilibrium. Her strength and speed seem to have also been affected. On top of that, the low blow seems to be a weakness Miss Freedom was never aware of. Pandora grabs Mandy Saint, dragging her off to the side so they can both witness the downfall. She grabs a bowl of popcorn as she sits down.

Pandora Gold:

Put on a good show, Miss Freedom.

The thugs surround Miss Freedom. She's able to fend off the men at first as they come at her one by one. In her current state, she's unable to knock out these men, so they keep coming. As the circle of goons around Freedom tightens the attacks come stop coming one at a time. Holding her arms and wrapping themselves around her waist. Slowing Freedom's response time even more as the thugs are able to punch after punch. To her face. To her stomach. In the corner of her eye, she sees the Masked Man approaching her. She desperately struggles managing to throw off the goons, holding her in time to throw a punch at The Masked Man. Her blow doesn't land as it is caught by her foe. He twisted her arm behind her back into a hammer lock position. Her cries of pain intensify as the man unleashes a series of punches to her kidneys.

Pandora seems pleased as she places the popcorn bowl in Mandy Mandy's lap.

Pandora Gold:

Hold this, would you doll?

Rises to her feet, pulling a blade from her cleavage. Confidently walking over to Miss Freedom. The Masked Man holds her other arm as Gold nears them. Running her free hand over Freedom's chest. Her eyes fixated them symbol on her chest.

Pandora Gold:

This is the symbol of freedom? One that gives people hope.

Freedom feels a shape pain suddenly in her ribs. Pandora pulls her blade from the wound.

Pandora Gold:

I'm no doctor, but I think all that blood lost is bad for you.

She smirks to herself as Freedom grows in pain. Grabbing freedom costume around the collar and proceeds to cut into it. Around the symbol and remove it, exposing Freedom's bare chest. Freedom cries out "NO" as Pandora is ecstatic.

Pandora Gold:

Oh my God! No bra? Me too!

Pandora quickly puts her blade into her belt and shoves the Miss Freedom symbol to the side of her belt. Unzips her catsuit and pulls the top apart, flashing Freedom her breast.

Pandora Gold:

See!? It's so freeing. Do you call yours little freedoms? They aren't exactly small.

She puts her goodies away and zips up her suit. She smiles at Freedom before kicking her between the legs once more. Freedom wants to fall down but is being held up by The Masked Man. Pandora ribs the blue costume down to Freedom's bellybutton. Placing her hand down the front of Freedom's suit. Reaching down to her groin. Giggles to herself as she slowly rubs Freedom's cunt.

Freedom still crying from her painful wounds and humiliation of her breast being exposed and her symbol tarnish. She feels a unusual sense of pleasure at the touch of Pandora's hand on her privates. Unaware some of her moans of pain sound awfully pleasurable. Pandora noticed and moves close. Letting her fingers slip in and out of her pussy. Whispering softly in Miss Freedom's ear.

Pandora Gold:

You have given the world your blood, sweat, and tears. Tonight, you are going to give me more. You are going to give me your mind, body, and spirit. Your pussy belongs to me. Soon, you are going to submit to me. You will cum for me. You're halfway there now, and we're just getting started.

Pandora locks lips with Freedom. Freedom offered little resistance and kissed back. Freedom couldn't explain it to herself. Pandora walks back to her seat. Watching as The Masked Man lets her fall to the ground. Holding her wounded ribs sobbing quietly.

Pandora Gold (speaking loud and clear):

Miss Freedom. I'm going to offer you a choice. You can leave now. I'll even let you take this reporter with you. I'll still sell the video, but at least you got away, right? Ran away like a coward, but still no shame in a tactical retreat, right? Save yourself and fight another day. If you stay and fight, I can promise you that if you win, I'll destroy all the footage. Smart coward or heroic idiot? I know what you'll choose but I thought I would give you the freedom of choice.

Miss Freedom sniffles and winced in pain as she forces herself to her feet. Pandora snaking at her. She looks around the building. Seeing half a dozen thugs. 4 cameramen. The Masked Man seemingly stared at her. Pandora Gold standing beside a bound Mandy Saint. She gazes at the exit for a long minute or two. If she runs, the public would understand. She needed to save herself so she could take them down later. Some would see her as a coward, but the video would show it was a trap and that she fought as much as possible. That's not what Miss Freedom does, though. She always stands and fights. She always finds a way to win. Even if this is her end, she'll go down fighting. She turns her gaze to Pandora Gold. Placing her hands on her hips. Chest out and proud.

Miss Freedom:

I am Miss Freedom. The world's first superheroine. Guardian of the meek. Champion of the mighty. Princess of virtue. I never give up. I never run away. I will stand and fight until the bitter end. You are a vile villainess Pandora Gold. You will not win."

Pandora Gold (mocking claps):

Bravo. That is so going on a t-shirt. Great boobs by the way.

She leans over the reporter, releasing her binds. Speaking directly to her but keeping a cocky gaze at Miss Freedom.

Pandora Gold:

I have no further use for you. You're free to go. You're welcome to stay and watch the downfall of Miss Freedom.

Pandora Gold (smirking):

I would keep away from the men. They are itching for some action if you catch my drift.

Mandy just sits there looking on, unsure of where to go. Meanwhile, Pandora mimics Miss Freedom's pose and voice.

Pandora Gold:

I'm Pandora Gold. The world's first super criminal. Queen of all that is bad. Conquer of heroines. Taker of virtue. Miss Freedom, you are super lame and that pussy belongs to me. Now bow down to your queen.

Miss Freedom (amused):

I bow down to no one. Now come here so I can kick your ass."

Pandora Gold (disappointing sign):

Gosh. You're no fun. Besides, the fellas want some action with you.

The men surround her. She's weakened from the drug and blood lost, but she's feeling an adrenaline rush. Quickly kicking and punching any goon near her. She was fighting back and winning. Pandora was starting to become concerned when The Masked Man punched Freedom in the back of her head. Suddenly, she was out on her feet, unable to defend herself. The Masked Man and the thugs took turns punching her. Sending her walking into a blow each time. Pandora catches, brushing the hair from her face before punching right between the eyes. Knocking Freedom out. Falling to the floor.

Pandora cackles with evil laughter as she kneels down and slowly removes her boots. Pandora runs her hands across the heroines unconscious body. Straddling one leg as she kisses and squeezes Freedom's breast. Sliding her hand inside the suit again finding Freedom's pussy. Immediately pushing her fingers inside and curving them. Pushing deep. Miss Freedom regains consciousness but is in a state of confusion. Not fully ware of what is happening other than this pleasurable sensation. She holds Pandora close who's grinding her pussy on Freedom's leg. She kisses her chest up to her neck when she starts sucking on it and finger fucks her faster. Freedom's moan of pleasure ego as she's unaware everyone is watching. Within minutes she cums and in the moment kisses Pandora. They continue kissing until Freedom realizes where she is again and pushes her off. Holds her ribs as she tries to stand.

Pandora Gold:

Your body betrays you, princess of vitrue. I do think you might like like me.

Pandora makes a dramatic face and kisses her cheek before strutting to her seat.

Pandora Gold:

It's best you surrender now because The Masked Man isn't as sweet as me. He's probably not as pretty, either.

The Masked Man grabs freedom from behind. Trapping her arms by her side, squeezing her tight. Forcing more blood to pump out her side as air is unable to get in her lungs. Her body goes limp in his arms as she loses couscousness once again. He let's her body lean against his. Releasing his grip and cups, her breast. Pandora shoots him a dirty look as she eats some popcorn. The Masked Man takes notice and lifts Miss Freedom in his arms, carrying her to a table the thugs had prepared. He lays her on her back across the table. Cameramen walk up, getting close-up shots of her body. She starts to stir again, and the men scatter.

Miss Freedom is extremely weakened as she slowly sits up on the table. Holding her ribs, she can feel how soaked her suit is from blood loss. Looking up, she sees Pandora motioning toward her. She's barely able to stand, but she puts on a brave face as she walks over.

Pandora Gold:

You look tired. Maybe you should call it quites or else your boyfriend here is going to fuck you like he hates you. I genuinely do not know what he thinks. However, if you must. I will give you a free shot. Come on, princess. Hurt me.

She's not able to deliver a kick without possibly falling over. So she pulls back her fist and punches Pandora with what strength she has left. Pandora's head snaps sideways but holds her ground. Smiling at what had to be Freedom's last best shot. She returns the favor with a right cross to Freedom's jaw. Sending her spinning. Catching herself on the table. She fights, getting back to her feet. Pandora tries for another cross but is caught. Freedom still has a fight on her left. Pandora kicks her in the bloody ribs, and Freedom grabs her side, crying out. She clasped hers together and hammers them down on the shoulder wound. Pandora laughs with glee as Miss Freedom yells in pain. Struggling to stay on her feet. Pandora positions herself behind Freedom and kicks her in the pussy and she goes down holding herself.

Pandora gestures at the Masked Man who immediately picks Freedom up and holding her by her arms from behind.

Pandora Gold:

It's over Miss Freedom. You're finished. You can barely function. Admit defeat, and things will get better for you.

Pandora is taking the time to feel and squeez Freedom's breast. Freedom looking exhausted glances up at Pandora.

Miss Freedom:

You win.

Pandora Gold:

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Pandora leans up, kissing the side of her neck. She struggles with her words.

Miss Freedom:

You.. win...

The words cut as they leave her mouth. She knows she is defeated but doesn't want to admit it. Her physical wounds haven't been able to start healing themselves as her body is still under the influence of whatever chemical that was injected into her. To make matters worse, she feels a sensation whenever Pandora is touching her. She questions herself and wonders if it was the chemical making her feel this.

Pandora can sense Miss Freedom has already given in, but it's a matter of making her admit it now.

Pandora Gold:

Poor Miss Freedom. You know you are beaten, but you just can't admit it, can you?

She kisses her lips as if saying goodbye. The heroine is far too weak to either resist or reciprocate. She points to two thugs.

Pandora Gold:

You two with me. The rest of you, please make this poor girl talk.

The 4 thugs take turns punching and groping the helpless heroine who can only cry out. Striking her ribs, stomach, breast, pussy, and her face. They continue til they knock her out. Her body slumps over only held up by The Masked Man who is still holding her arms. He nods to the thugs who start taking their cocks out. One of them starts slapping her until she wakes up. She's shocked and appalled at the sight of these men standing with their cocks out stroking them.

Miss Freedom (weak and fearful):

What are you doing?

The men just laugh as she's tossed to the ground between them. A horrifying look falls on her face as the thugs start kneeling down towards her. Meanwhile, Mandy Saint looks on in shock and awe on the outside. Inside, she was enjoying what she saw. Pandora Gold and 2 thugs walked over to where she was seated. One of the men complaining.

Thug #1:

I thought we all were getting in on the action.

Pandora Gold:

Oh, but you're going to get some action.

Pandora pulls her blade out and quickly turns around, throwing it at the thug who was complaining. The blade impales his throat, and he falls to the floor. Choking as he slowly dies.

Pandora Gold:

Shit! "I was aiming for his shoulder. No matter."

She pulls the blade out of the dying man and uses his shirt to clean her blade. Looks back to see Miss Freedom being spit roasted and forced to jerk off the other two thugs. She smiles and looks at Mandy watching.

Pandora Gold:

Hey. The kidnapped girl is still here. I thought you disappeared. Do me a favor, would you? Take care of this low life, or else you can join Mr. Complaining man down here.

Mandy Saint:

"Oh. Uh. Yes, ma'am. Whatever you want.

Mandy gets on knees waiting for the thug. Once he walks over, she does all the work. Pulling out his cock stroking it until it stiffens. Then proceeds to suck his cock cheerfully moaning. Only stopping to complement his manhood.

Mandy Saint:

My God, you're so big. I love your cock baby.

Pandora takes her seat as Mandy continues blowing the thug. Shakes her head laughing at her. She unzips her catsuit and puts her hand inside, touching herself. Watching Miss Freedom being fucked by multiple men. Pleasuring herself to the sight and sounds. The heroine's cries for help as another thug cums inside her. The reporter's happy slurping and gagging ringing in her ear.

After the thugs had finished with Miss Freedom, she laid on the floor no moving. Hoping for an end. The cameramen are back for close ups. Her suit and pantyhoes ripped with semen oozing from her pussy. Spit and cum hanging from her mouth and dripped along her chest. Freedom's humiliated face staring into the cameras. These have been masturbating while Freedom was being used by the thugs. They have been saving their release until they could record her as they covered her with their tributes. She closes her eyes crying to herself as she feels the hot, gooey substance falls on her chest, abs, legs, and face.

It's not over as she feels a hand wiping away her tears and semen from her face. She opens her eyes to see it's The Masked Man caressing her face. He helps her to her knees and this is when she notices his cock hanging out.

Miss Freedom (pleading):

Oh no. Please. No more. I'll do anything, really.

Her pleds go unnoticed as he grabs her hair. She let's out a high squeal as she's pulled forward. His long cock forced into her mouth. She doesn't have the strength to fight but waves her arms helplessly. She's gagging on his cock struggling for air. He pulls out for her to catch her breath then fucks her face. Thrusting hard put pulling her head into thrust with just as much force. It's not long before the man reaches his climax. Holding Freedom on his cock as it shoots to back of her throat. Filling her mouth with cum around his cock. Once again struggling for air gagging on his cock and semen. Nearly losing consciousness before being released. She collapses on the ground. Still choking on fresh semen. The Masked Man reaches down, grabbing her skirt and pulling it until it comes off. He uses it to clean his dick and puts it in his pocket as a souvenir.

A the thugs roll out an object covered in a black cloth to the table. Pandora Gold is now standing over the superheroine, who looks like she's been through hell. She grabs her by the throat, lifting her to her feet. She shoves the so-called princess of virtue backward, hitting the table with her ribs. Holding her side instinctively. Pandora backhands her sending Freedom face down on the table. She twist the heroine's cape around her neck and pulls back. Hoping to not be knocked out again, Freedom taps on Gold's hands since she's unable to beg for mercy. It's ignores as she chokes her out.

Pandora reaches into her belt, pulling out a small vial of smelling salt. Waves it under Freedom's nose, who wakes up sore and confused. Gold takes a little whiff for fun before tossing it behind her.

Pandora Gold:

Good morning, Miss Freedom. Now, this is your final chance. Admit defeat. Surrender to me. I will give you the footage, and you can do with it whatever you desire. Only we will know about this. Well, you might need to convince the reporter, but I could always kill her. The alternative is not very pretty. If you are determined, then I will simply bound you. Sell you on the black market where you will be used as a sex doll for men all over this world. One day, you will have no more use to them as you become less attractive and no longer look like the real Miss Freedom. Then you will either be tossed on the streets to slowly die. Or they will snuff you out. So what's it going to be? Bow down to your queen or a life as a male toy thing counting the days til you die?

Miss Freedom looks up at Pandora, exhausted.

Miss Freedom:

Yes. You win. I can't take any more punishment. Please. Have mercy. I. I surrender. No more. Please.

Miss Freedom hangs her head in shame. Unsure of what happens next. Pandora, however, is very pleased with herself. Motioning to one of the goons to grab something.

Pandora Gold:

Crawl to me. Hands and knees. Come to Mommy.

Freedom keeps her head down, sobbing to herself. Getting on her hands and knees, making her way towards the villainess. Stopping once she's reached her feet.

Pandora Gold:

Good girl. Now I want you to say it again. Also kiss me. Starting with my boots.

Her hesitation is brief as she starts kissing her boots. Slowly making her way up Gold's body.

Miss Freedom:

I surrender. You win. I can't take any more.

Pandora pushes her head down to her crotch and Freedom gives it kisses. She could feel it was damped. Almost able to taste her juices. The fallen heroine continues kissing, taking notice of Pandora's catsuit, once again unzipped.

Miss Freedom:

Please have mercy on me. I'll do whatever you want.

Pandora pulls her up, kissing her. Both their tongues swirling in each other's mouths

Before this make-out session gets out of hand, Gold grabs Freedom by her neck, pushing her away from the kiss.

Pandora Gold (gently squeezing Freedom's neck):

Turn around and bend over that table.

Miss Freedom (confused):

But..I surrendered. I admitted my defeat. Please, no more."

She cries out in pain as a punch smacks her ribs.

Pandora Gold:

You've admitted nothing yet. Now do as you are told before, before I knock you out for the 100th time."

Gold angrily shoving Freedom towards the table. She stumbles as she lays chest down, across the table. Pandora walks in front of her, standing next to a large covered object.

Pandora Gold:

It's time to meet your biggest fan.

Her grin grows larger as she removes the cloth revealing a mirror. Miss Freedom stares at herself in the mirror. Seeing the results of all demeaning abused, she's endured. She almost doesn't recognize the woman looking back at her.

Pandora Gold:

Ta-da! It's you! No one loves Miss Freedom more than Miss Freedom. Do other superheroines even like you? I never see you with anyone, really.

She smiles deviously as she walks behind Freedom. Grabbing a strap on from one of the thugs, making adjustments to her attire.

Pandora Gold:

You are going to watch yourself as you admit your failure. You'll see yourself giving in to me. Your ultimate humiliation. The fall and disgrace of Miss Freedom.

Tears stream down her face as she watches herself building up the courage to say something.

Miss Freedom (whimpering):

I.. Oh God. I am Miss Freedom. I have been defeated by Pandora Gold. I surrender to you and. And I beg for mercy. You win.

Pandora's hand caresses her pussy as she takes in a sharp breath.

Pandora Gold (soothing voice):

That's it. Please continue.

Miss Freedom:

Yes...um..my pussy belongs to..Pandora Gold.

Freedom can see herself enjoying being touched by Gold. Biting her bottom lip. Pandora seems very pleased before slamming Freedom's face into the table. Blood starts to fall from her nose, which appears to be broken.

Pandora Gold (mockingly angry):

How can you say that when you allowed these strangers to cum inside your pussy. That's my property.

Miss Freedom (woozy and staggering):

Please. I'm sorry. Don't hurt me. I'm so sorry.

She feels something cold being pushed inside her cunt. A high squeal seems to be pushed out as the object goes inside her. Pandora's hands griped on her hips. Slowly entering and exiting her cunt. Building up speed. Freedom watches herself being fucked by this criminal. She can't deny that she's getting pleasure out of it because she sees herself almost smiling. She can hear the lust in her sounds of moans and squeals. She can feel gratification of feeling Pandora inside pounding her to her climax.

Miss Freedom (shouting):

Oh god, yes! I am cumming!"

Pandora doesn't let up and continues ramming inside Freedom to sounds of moans and squeals of various decimals.

Pandora Gold:

I do believe you are actually liking this, aren't you?

Freedom holding on to the table nods in approval as she nears a 2nd climaxe.

Pandora Gold:

That's good. And do you know why?

She nods again acknowledging Pandora.

Pandora Gold:

I need to hear it. You need to see yourself as you admit it."

Pandora refuses to stop fucking Miss Freedom until she admits it. She can feel her ass banging against Pandora's hips.

Miss Freedom (looking at herself):

Yes! My fucking God yes! My pussy belongs to you. My pussy belongs to Pandora Gold. I am her bitch. Her personal whore.. Oh..Fuck..me..I'm cumming again!

Squealing once more as she climaxes, but this time Pandora pulls out. Freedom slides down to the floor, breathing sharp and rapid. She sees Gold hasn't moved far, so she brings herself to her knees and starts sucking on the dildo. Cleaning it of juices and cum belonging to herself. Perhaps some of the men, but she didn't care in that moment. After she finishes, she sits back on the floor.

The remaining thugs and cameramen start packing up and leaving. The Masked Man had disappeared some time ago. As Pandora grabs an SD stick, she looks at Mandy with amazement.

Pandora Gold:

You're still here, huh? Well, we can drop you off at a bar or something.

She walks back over to the humiliated heroine and tosses her the stick.

Pandora Gold:

It's all yours. To destroy or rewatch for memories.

Miss Freedom holds the SD stick in her hands. Looking at what she thought held her shame. As Pandora enters the van to drive off, she grins wildly and looks back at Freedom.

Pandora Gold:

Oh, Miss Freedom. It might be important, but this entire night was streamed lived on multiple platforms. I knew you were famous but wow were you popular. I think you broke the internet. Enjoy your new career as a slut influencer. Ciao bellaa

She falls into the van, laughing to herself as they driving off. It was now quiet. She looked at the SD stick. Then, to side at herself in the mirror. She pulls herself up, continuing to look at herself. Walking over to the mirror. She was disgusted by her reflection. She screams from the bottom of her diaphragm and punches the mirror. It shatters and slices her hand. Miss Freedom hangs head and starts making her walk home. As she gets to the doorway, she collapses. Several minutes later, a dark-haired woman wearing a gold swimsuit like attire along with Greek looking skirt, gauntlets, and footwear. She kneeled beside Miss Freedom. Placing her hands against her bloody ribs. Golden lights appear around her hands and fade as Freedom starts breathing normally. When she removed her hands, the wound had healed. She brushes Freedom's hair back and kisses her head.

Athena:

Your fight is not over child.

[mistysblueboxstuff]

these guys ❤️

[forged-in-kaoss]

im sO insane about this

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

God Games got me staring at a wall

[froggyablogger]

didn’t expect polites to keep fucking me up FIVE SAGAS AFTER HE DIED and yet here we are

[moonpaw]

Fighting DEMONS rn trying not to get invested in one piece to figure out wtf you're posting about!!!!

come here cyber.... we have this thang

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[penepoly]

if killing mythical monsters makes you Legendary, then killing the suitors, who are merely humans, makes you Just A Man. i wonder if on some level telemachus is aware of this and this is why he dreams of slaying monsters

[nicorobinphd]

gotta say, for all it has probably been talked about to death, Law's character design taking on an element of Rosinante's with the big feather jacket he wears over his shoulders in Wano is such a wonderful little detail. and the way it can be seen to loosely imply that, in the aftermath of Dressrosa, Law feels like he's reclaimed the heart/corazon position and made it a symbol of what Rosinante represented for Law in place of the nightmarish notions that were previously assigned to it... oh, it is so good.

[kachikirby]

Duke SF and Hazel

[artofrikka]

Making a doodle sheet for the first time in a while.

[the-far-bright-center]

Dystopian themes in the Prequels

“Looking back is helpful in understanding his work. Lucas started out in the 1960’s as an experimental filmmaker heavily influenced by the avant-garde films of the San Francisco art scene. Initially interested in painting, he became an editor and visualist who made abstract tone poems. His first feature, THX 1138 (1971) was an experimental science fiction film that presented a surreal, underground world where a dictatorial state controls a docile population using drugs. Love and sex are outlawed, procreation is controlled through machines, and human beings shuffle meaninglessly around the system.”

—Anthony Parisi, 'Revisiting the Star Wars Prequels'

The bolded parts in this description correspond with the Coruscant Underworld, the Jedi Order’s code, and the creation of the clone troopers, respectively.

Notably, in THX 1138's setting, emotions such as love and the concept of family are taboo:

I’ve always found it so interesting that Lucas incorporated the dystopian elements of his earlier sci-fi into the Prequels, taking place as they do in the context of the final years of the Repubic, with all its colourful and sumptuous visual spendour. In comparison, the post-apocalyptic ‘Dark Times’ of the Original Trilogy would seem on the surface to be the more outwardly ‘dystopian’ setting of the two—however, the actual story of the OT is a mythic hero's journey and fairytale, complete with an uplifting and transcendent happy ending. The OT's setting may be drained of colour, and its characters may be living under the shadow of the Empire, but as a story it is far from bleak or dystopian in tone. Rather, fascinatingly, it is the pre-apocalyptic era of the Prequels that is presented as the more dystopian storyline:

“On the surface, [The Phantom Menace] is an optimistic, colorful fantasy of a couple of swashbuckling samurai rescuing a child Queen and meeting a gifted slave boy who can help save the galaxy from the slimy Trade Federation and its Sith leaders. But beneath that cheerful facade is a sweatshop of horrors.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

This is referring to the state of the galaxy during the Prequels era, including the fact that slavery is known to exist, but is largely ignored by the Republic and the Jedi alike due to being too economically inconvenient to combat. It also refers to how the Jedi of the Old Order come across as cold and distant atop their ivory tower on the artificial world of Coruscant, far removed not only from the natural world but also from the true realities of the people they claim to serve. And then there is the additional revelation in Attack of the Clones that love and family are 'outlawed' within the Jedi Order, creating an environment in which their own 'Chosen One' is unable to flourish, leaving him vulnerable to the Dark Side. Finally, there's the fact that the characters end up so distracted by fighting a civil war (something that goes against their own principles and involves the use of a slave clone army in the process), that they are blinded to the entity of pure evil that is guiding their every move...until it is too late.

“Without a clear enemy, the Jedi Order, the Galactic Senate, the whole of the Star Wars galaxy bickers and backstabs and slides around the moral scales. But there is one benefit to Palpatine’s pure evil crashing down upon the galaxy; against its oppressive darkness, only the purest light can shine through.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

If anything, the Dark Times allows for the OT generation's acts of courage and heroism to flourish and succeed, because they are not hampered by the Old Jedi Order's restrictive rules, nor by its servitude to the whims of an increasingly corrupt Republic—so corrupt, in fact, that by the time of RotS, it is practically the Empire in all but name. Indeed, one of the key features of the Prequels, and what makes them so tragic, is that the characters are already living in a dystopia...they just don't know it.

There is, paradoxically, a level of freedom to be found in the midst of the Dark Times which had not been possible during the Twilight era, which allows Original Trio to rise above the tragedy that befell their predecessors. They are able to act as free agents (not as slaves of a corrupt government), serving only the fight for the liberation of all the peoples of the galaxy (not just citizens of the Republic), and are likewise free to live (and love!) on their own terms. Free to act on their positive attachments to one another, without having to hide the truth of their feelings. It's particularly telling that *this* is, above all, what makes the Prequels era so dystopian—the characters' inability to freely and openly participate in normal familial human relationships.

[thejazzywaffles]

Video game poll time again!

Been a while since my last poll, huh? This time... beloved indie games. Keep in mind: I won't be putting these games into any of this year's remaining polls! So vote carefully... ;3

Cassette Beasts, it turns out... took a lot of time to play. Not just because of how much content there is, but also because my job has been more busy since February. Fun! Adored the game, by the way.

But I'm back, and I'm currently playing through I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream (the previous poll's winner), so I'm back with another poll! After IHNMAIMS, I'm gonna play The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, and then the game that wins this poll.

(And don't worry, I'll still get around to the losers eventually, just not immediately.)

[blaze-cola]

The nintendogs one absolutely butchered me as I was making it

[nem0-nee]

Rev has no time to draw😭😭😭🤯🤯🤯🤯🧐🧐🧐

ADGAHVA PLSSS- I CAN WORK WITH THIS DW DW

Apologizing right now for whatever the mcfuck I wrote DHBFDSKFSDKJF

Nemo tries to stifle her laughter. Saga's so-called Weezer blue orbs just never seem to fail to make her laugh, especially considering the look of distraught on his face whenever it's brought up.

But... what was peak comedy to her was the act she had in mind.

"Me? SUSPICIOUS?!?! Y-You're more suspect than me, you...you... yOU..."

Nemo can't seem to get her act up. This complete mocking mischaracterization was just that funny to her.

"YOU SUSSY BAKA!!"

That was it. Saga!Nemo was now completely OOC, as she was rolling on the ground, laughing.

...Now, If Saga himself were to see this... E. Hopefully he's not nearby (he probably is)

(very intrigued to see how he'd react PFFFT)

[ ASK GAME ]

[nerice]

quick update since im here lol. my new physio round is incredible i have limited functions back and i am using every second of it to work on new oc page + screenplay edits (w/ minor slated next. might go as far as doing a lullaby draft not any time soon mind u but it's been eating holes thru my brain) haven't dared to attempt art yet it's still vry much a "pick 1 thing to do in a day for an hour" situation and writing moods have been hounding me so literally. No Time For Anything Else + evernote officially goes down the drain next week so im saving my power for the transfer to obsidian & that abt sums it up bc i have OTHER THINGS 2 WRITE. STILL IN HELL BUT WITH LITTLE POCKETS OF HEAVEN NOW ! <3

[ramblingsonic]

Silver mother-fuckin' Sonic.

Clearly the robot from Sonic 2, AKA Mecha Sonic V1, often called Silver Sonic by fans. He's definitely more silver than in the game- I personally think Iron-Sonic or Steel-Sonic fits the game design better- but this is fun. I also like how they made him big- he was already bigger than the blue boy in the game, by a noticeable few pixels, and playing into that angel helps make him unique in the comic here compared to the past robot Sonics that Archie's presented us with.