#tw execution mention

[opheliajupiter99]

Medical records of Patient #12, AKA Shining Armor, Royal Guard and groom of Princess Cadance, and related data. Property of Canterlot royalty as well as the royal guard. Due to the danger present and documented durability of the virus and the parasites that cause it, this is being handled directly, rather than by the local hospital.

A week ago, Shining Armor confessed to his wife that he had been infected, the information quickly being passed on to the princesses, promptly leading to him being brought into custody and held in the castle dungeon for care and observation. It was quickly discovered that he had sent his sister, Twilight Sparkle, a letter confessing similar not long before telling his wife, though Twilight has not responded to efforts to contact her since.

The mental symptoms now commonly associated with the contagion, that being lost of sanity, aggression, strong feelings of devotion to the Copycats, and general delirium and loss of touch with reality, have proven to be oddly absent in the knight, though the physical symptoms are proceeding as expected.

Examinations revealed he was most of the way through the first stage by the time he discovered he was infected and revealed such, and by now is firmly within the second stage. His stomach is swollen to quite a grotesque size, even larger than typically documented, indicating he is likely carrying more than two larvae, perhaps even being the first recorded case to carry more than the current maximum of three.

His appetite has also tripled from his documented average, needing near constant sustenance to avoid severe discomfort and keep his body properly functioning. He has been prescribed a combination of numbing herbs and restorative potions to help soothe the intense pains brought about by his stomach's rapid growth, as magic still proves ineffective with dealing with any aspects of the virus's effects.

While the lack of mental symptoms has given him, his family, and the royal staff in general some measure of hope, there have been documented cases of ponies acting mostly rational in the early stages, before rapidly deteriorating in later ones, so there remains the very real possibility of the patient's condition being terminal, at least in regard to the pony he truly is.

With a heavy heart, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna have ruled that infected ponies, now commonly nicknamed 'Enlightened', whose mental state has proven to be unrecoverable are to be euthanized, both due to the immense risk they prove to other ponies, and as a means of putting the afflicted pony out of their misery. The Copycats produced by these ponies are to be imprisoned in the depths of Tartarus, alongside many other monsters proven to be too powerful to dispatch of.

The princesses however were very clear in the fact that this law would only apply to those that have fully lost their minds, not all infected, so said law will only apply to the patient if his mental state worsens dramatically. In case of this event, attached is Shining Armor's Last Will and Testament, which is to be sent out to the proper recipients if such an event is to take place.

The major concern, beyond this newly instated law, for the Princesses is food supply, or more specifically, how to ensure any incoming shipments of food brought to Canterlot's gates have not been tainted in some way. The current method is to use a spell crafted not long after the Changeling's attack on Canterlot, which checks the targeted pony for love magic influence. Of course, this trick will only work on pony's knowingly bringing in tainted food, but the city is desperate to find any possible solution, as Shining Armor's condition has made him too weak to maintain the shield around the city.

While pictures have been taken of the patient in accordance with the need to keep his status updated, he has requested that these pictures only be viewed out of absolute necessity, and under no circumstances released to the general public, as the patient has understandably grown ashamed of his increasingly horrific visage. Similarly, he's requested visits with his wife and daughter be done indirectly, through microphone or similar device, so they don't catch sight of him. He's been assured numerous times the sight wouldn't change their feelings, though the patient's since clarified that it's more about them not seeing him suffer than his appearance in general.

Further details will be documented as they are brought to light.

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Random Jason Grace headcanons because why not

He is a feral wolf boy in heart

He resorts to biting when he's out of weapons

Physics lover. He loves physics.

One boy in his class had a crush on him (and was devastated when Jason died from 'a surfing incident')

Was known as the poster boy of New Rome who did wild things like trying to change the entire legion's name (this is basically canon)

Octavian's parents were his foster parents since fostering is a thing in New Rome and I find it hard to believe they left this 3 year old unsupervised

The same parents were the Titan army spies in the Roman side

Lil 13-14 year old Jason had to watch their execution

He and Octavian's relationship was never the same after and this is why we never hear Octavian's last name (and why he doesn't seem like he's respected even though we're told he is)

Never recovered his entire memories

Doesn't remember his foster parents!!!

He's not straight

Wolf boy!!!

Juno has been more of a godly parent to him than Jupiter ever been (the bar isn't high but shh)

Pontifex Maximus!!! And he loves his new job

Would bond over building temples and shrines with Annabeth if he had the chance but he is dead so~

It's okay he does bond with Ethan in Elysium

Really sick of being perceived as 'the perfect demigod' (again canon, this boy has issues with everyone seeing him as the golden child) I might be a little self projecting here but that's not a crime >:)

Keeps making his monopoly shrines in Elysium (with Ethan) and sends them to the camps via Nico

Had a very nice mentor/mentee parent child relationship with one of the preators before him especially after his foster parents's deaths

And then both of the preators died in the Titan war with one year apart

Reyna became a preator before him

He got field promotion from his mentor like the one Frank had when they were storming Othrys

They later held a official ceremony for him and raised him above a shield

Remember he destroyed Krios with his on hands? Yeah, he bit him at least once <3

He personally offended Thanatos even though he doesn't remember it

That's why he has simultaneously the worst and best record of cheating death

Absolute besties with Reyna!!!

[ghosta-r]

Starlight Brigade: the Series

Season 2, Episode 5: The Defectors

(3/6)

[sunnyvicky]

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researching 17th century piracy tonight. came across this:

One popular pastime amongst pirates was the mock trial.  Each man played a part be it jailer, lawyer, judge, juror, or hangman.  This sham court arrested, tried, convicted, and “carried out” the sentence to the amusement of all. (x)

how widespread could this have really been? how would it have gotten passed from ship to ship? can you imagine a pirate crew at a tavern, bragging to another pirate crew about how good they are at playing pretend? why was their go-to game “legal system”? were they performing incisive satire? is this some sort of pirates-only inside joke that’s been lost to the ages?

[nessieac]

i hope one day they feed this archive of mine (10 000+) to some sentient AI to enjoy as no human will have the capacity to do so

maybe they'll also find a solution to my self worth problems so they'll solve those too

or they'll just laugh at me: weak individual, will only do harm, execute!

[3-2-whump]

The Scent of Jasmine

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Who's in the mood for some carewhumping after the emotional rollercoaster of almost dying? I know I am!

Thank you @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for being awesome beta readers

TW/CW: aftermath of mock execution, trauma aftermath, extremely dubious consent, nonverbal whumpee, whumper turned carewhumper, dubiously consensual nudity, death threats, chastity devices (yes, it’s back), forced domesticity, food whump (sort of) (tagging it anyway to cover my bases), intimate whumper

The boss noticed Khaled’s grateful enthusiasm slowly fade into a catatonic silence on the drive home. He didn’t think much of it, though. Poor boy is just shocked is all, he told himself, we can work on that. He parked, got out of the car and led Khaled out of the garage and to the elevator.

His first order of business was to strip Khaled when they got home. The poor thing was soaked in melted snow and cooled piss. He was barely responsive as Thomas pulled him into the laundry room and slowly peeled each layer of clothing off his shivering body. “You need a bath, Khaled.”

Khaled didn’t reply, instead opting to stare at his bare feet with empty, starless eyes. I can’t blame him for being quiet. Anyone would be a little messed up after a mock execution, he figured. He sighed, gently taking the slave’s hand in his and leading him to the master bathroom.

Once inside, Thomas deposited him at the entrance and turned on the lights and the fan. Khaled stood silently watching him by the door as he knelt by the large, deep bath tub. “Come on in,” he beckoned. Khaled inched closer to the bath tub as Thomas poured a generous glug of bubble bath solution into the marble expanse and cranked the water full-blast, making micro-adjustments to make sure the temperature wasn’t too hot. As a finishing touch, he uncapped a tiny bottle of jasmine oil and dripped a few drops into the tub. The floral scent rose on the plumes of steam coming from the frothing tub.

Once the tub was full enough, Thomas turned off the tap and pulled Khaled closer to the tub. He effortlessly scooped the young man’s cold body into his arms, settling him on the edge of the bath tub before gently lowering him in. “I’m going to help you wash your hair and body. Nod if you understand me.”

Khaled faintly nodded, eyes fully closing as he slumped into the soapy water. “Good boy.” Nothing but a small, contented sounding whimper answered him. At least he’s becoming verbal again.

Thomas methodically washed the young man’s body and hair, being mindful of not getting any soap in his eyes as he massaged his scalp with the shampoo. He noticed the newly forming chafe marks on Khaled’s wrists as he scrubbed his body. All the while he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, like “good boy, you’re being so good right now, we’re almost done, I gotta rinse you off and drain the tub next.”

The awareness in Khaled’s eyes was flickering back on once Thomas helped him out of the bath tub and began towel-drying him. “Back with me, beautiful?” he teased.

“Mmm.” Inky dark eyes glittered up at him from dark lashes and damp strands of black hair as Thomas wrapped a soft fluffy towel around his shoulders.

“Yeah, good. Very good.” He procured something small and metallic from behind his back.

Khaled instinctively backed away as soon as he saw what it was. “Khaled,” he warned. It was all he needed to say for the boy to stay rooted on the spot. “I haven’t forgotten about you running around and getting an STD,” he explained as he wrapped the cock cage around Khaled’s privates. “And I’m still mad about it. But maybe I will let you out once we’re both all better.” He padlocked it in place and held the small caged appendage in his hand. “Or once I put that dumpster lover of yours under, like the horndog he is. Whichever comes sooner.” He marveled at how it was but a microcosm of Khaled’s greater captivity. As he craned his gaze upwards, he saw Khaled pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look –I’m doing this for your own good!” The boy smoothed his frown back into a neutral expression of apathy as he hid his eyes behind his lashes.

“That’s more like it. Now, can you change into your pajamas and wait in the living room until Master is done in here?” He measured out his words slowly and carefully, explaining it as if Khaled was a child again. Another quiet hum answered him. “Good boy. When I’m done, we can eat, and then we’ll watch whatever you’d like.” He gestured him out with a small wave of the hand, then hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off himself.

When he got out of the shower, towel-dried himself, and changed into a fresh pair of flannel pants and a wife-beater tank top, Thomas made his way to the living room, where Khaled sat on the floor, at the foot of the couch, gazing down at the carpet with desolate eyes. He was still wrapped in the bath towel. Seeing him there brought back memories of when Khaled was younger, when he would lean against his shins and let him brush his thick black hair. The memory brought back fond feelings in Thomas’ chest. He turned around and went back to the bathroom for a hairbrush.

Once he was done brushing his slave’s hair, they ended up sitting opposite each other at the dining room table, each with a plate of reheated takeout from a new Indian restaurant Tom had wanted to try. While the boss himself ravenously devoured the bhuna ghost, Khaled kept tearing the same corner of buttered naan between his fingers while staring apathetically at the murgh cholay.

“Are you sure you don’t want any more food?” he asked again. “You hardly touched your portion.”

The boy merely shook his head.

“Come on, at least two more bites, Khaled,” he coaxed. “Give me at least two more bites before I put it away.”

Khaled cast him an empty, weary stare, not breaking eye contact as he tore off the weathered chunk of bread, dipped it into the curry, and ate exactly two more bites.

They ended up cuddling onto the couch together after dinner, a rarity in their household. Thomas man-spread on the couch and rested his arms outstretched along the back. Khaled, still wearing nothing but a damp bath towel around his shoulders, leaned against his side with his head resting on his chest. His hands curled around a steaming mug of chai, which he occasionally sipped as they watched a rerun of the AFC World Cup. Khaled didn’t cheer, or groan, or offer any commentary of any kind throughout the whole match. It was unusual for Khaled to remain this quiet and glum during a game. Thomas gently took the mug from his hands and set it on the table. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet this evening? Is it –oh, is it because of that little scare off the side of the road?” he guessed. Khaled pushed his weight up against him, just short of burrowing into the man’s side.

“I guess I scared you pretty badly, didn’t I? Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know now it wasn’t you, but I had to be sure. I promise I will never fake you out like that again.”

The young man remained silent as he leaned against his chest.

“If anything, you should be blaming that boyfriend of yours,” he continued. “I bet he never would’ve attempted that hit if he knew what I was about to do to you tonight. But, what’s done is done, and now you’ll never see him again.”

Khaled did not respond.

It took about an hour more of mind-numbing soccer footage for him to realize the boy had fallen asleep on him.

Oh. He softly smiled as he turned off the TV. He carefully got up and lowered Khaled onto the couch, disentangling the towel from his unconscious, nude form. He propped a throw pillow behind his head, then unfurled a fleece blanket and draped it over him, making sure his feet were covered and he was properly tucked in for the night. “Goodnight, Khaled,” he whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of the boy’s parted lips. “I… love you...”

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[sunnyvicky]

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obituaries in the south are so funny, they’ll be talking about a man who spent his 72 years on this earth torturing his family and terrorizing the small town he was born into and saying shit like “he ascended to his eternal reward” “he rose to glory” like no baby he did not. “was called home” is my favorite euphemism because it fails to mention if it was God or Satan who wanted him back

[captainhysunstuff]

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Part 2 of their date. Light and L visit a small gallery hosting an "L vs. Kira" exhibit (which may indeed have been a planned activity on Light's part). They have varying levels of fun.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was a contestant on Jeopardy, and I did so badly that I was executed by firing squad. The audience threw pretzels at my corpse.

[pseudovillain]

Bets on Ace Markey, the Ultimate Jockey, execution lets Go:

Deadly Carousel

Dragged by the neck by horses

Trampled by horses (classic, terrifying)

Torn apart by horses from different directions.

Horsemen of the apocalypse reference

Eaten by horses

Dragged to hell

Basically Emma Margorobi Super Danganronpa Another 2 execution but with Horses instead of a witch broom.

Tries to escape execution but is chased by Mono TV using a horse

Treated like an abused horse

Something with whips

Two or more options of this list

[sukibenders]

The US justice system is so....because it's the way Anna Delvey, who scammed and swindled dozens of people got to perform on Dancing with the Stars while wearing her ankle monitor but an innocent black man, Marcellus Williams, was executed for a crime he didn't commit even though there was evidence proving he probably didn't do it, prosecutors and others involved in the case were advocating for his innocence with the old Missouri governor at the time of his first initial execution date creating a small team to investigate his innocence, but the family of the victim themselves was advocating that Williams was innocent and should be off Death Row. And it did nothing.

[accidental-tally-hall-reference]

i need to be executed

In the electric chair, perhaps?

[sainteda]

hotd finale spoilers

i think the core issue w the finale scene isn't alicent's willingness to cleave to rhaenyra for mercy as otto once warned her she would or even to recognize that to finally choose a life for herself her sons will likely die (although an 8ep season missing integral scenes like a confrontation w aemond immediately post-s1 or more impact from b&c [given instead to a mishandled alicole plot] is also a big problem), it's the viserys worship ingrained in his every mention or lack thereof. alicent has to recycle an arc of powerlessness she's already endured her entire life, as if to drill into the minds of an audience that was already unwilling to sympathize with her that — actually — she's powerless! who would have thought! because the show refuses to recognize viserys for what he was, or at the VERY LEAST what he did to her, alicent's journey to rhaenyra (and more importantly, away from court) has to be borne of a million new heavy-handed methods the writers have concocted to hit her while she's down, and then hit her again. and again. and again.

alicent can't come to rhaenyra and plead her case while simultaneously reckoning with her anger that this is not new! this is not just her sons or the green council! she was sold off by her only family to the father of the only person she ever chose and it caused her to lose her and she was a child! she never wanted to marry viserys. she never wanted her children. he forced her to have them and then he discarded them and he's lauded even in death for his consideration and judiciousness when he never considered her. why can't she be angry at him!! why bother writing her grief over who she could have been without acknowledging one of the two people who took that version of her away? it's so hollow. the alicent who seeks out rhaenyra on dragonstone is needlessly humbled, lobotomized, and her lines read almost as if she's pleading her case to the audience instead of rhaenyra herself. why can she not be desperate to be heard while the epiphany of not only her lack of autonomy but of personhood itself fights not to bubble over the surface? shouldn't her grief be heaviest now, for not even knowing herself but coming to rhaenyra anyway? rhaenyra who might be the only choice she can remember making? isn't there an inherent anger in that? she could have taken helena and jaehera and gone as far as possible but she's here, before her opposition, grasping at an olive branch she knows is broken, because it's what she would have done the last time she was a person who could choose. it's what she wanted twenty years ago, and what else is there. there's been no alicent since but whoever she had to be to keep herself and her children alive. isn't that fucked up??? hello???

i understand it's a reversal of the scene in the sept so rhaenyra is shutting alicent down but it just makes alicent's path to freedom to look more like a new form of submission. as if her fears weren’t justified. as if her anger in season 1 was petty jealousy rectified once she Saw The Light (rhaenyra). anyways. regardless of hes that she's talking about her and rhaenyra through viserys and aemma, i really don't think i can overstate the wrongness of alicent speaking fondly of him in a scene that's supposed to be about her coming to terms with a lifetime of being used particularly by men — and still continuing to extol a man who quite literally raped her in a scene that is In the show. am i supposed to forget the marital rape of a child bride? the one that they put in the show. on purpose. ??? how am i supposed to view that as anything but disingenuous?

[reblrths]

they want to -- by god, they want to march back out there and scream every atrocity the capitol has been complicit to over the years right into the cameras as though they were speaking to snow himself. they've been letting anger lead them for years, since they stepped out of that arena, since wren died, since lark was reaped. hatred for the capitol was easy when you've lost everything to it. but, like usual, volt is right -- they won't care. does that make it better or worse? better in that no matter what they do, it can't get any worse? or that for the exact same reason, nothing will ever change? constantly battling a double-edged sword. they shake their head, a bitter laugh falling from their lips. they're stuck, that's what it is.

but they can't go back out there. they'd probably get dragged off and executed before even stepping foot in the arena, or get lark punished even worse than wren had for their behavior. that's always the thing -- snow knows these victors don't care much for themselves anymore. there's always someone to dangle in front of them, have them reaching out hopelessly only to grasp at air. there's something else rearing its head as volt speaks, making a home in their ribcage right next to all that rage -- the victors all have shared experiences, one way or another. volt, finch knows, mirrors them in ways they didn't think anyone could. if anyone understands their rage, it's him. the relationship finch had with wren was different than what volt had with violet, and the longer they think about it the worse it gets. the way he speaks about her... did wren see finch the way volt saw violet? did finch push him away to the point where they'd never have been able to see it? they knew wren loved them, but they pushed him more often than not. despite how often they butt heads, how wren was always the favorite, how finch had been so sure he would have made it out of that arena with no problem where they struggled, wren was their best friend. they had just let their own pride get in the way of ever telling him that.

they don't realize the wetness welling up in their eyes until their vision blurs after they blink, a statue as he speaks and then after when they break -- pinching the bridge of their nose, cursing under their breath, hastily wiping away any tear that might fall like they had a personal vendetta against each one. "no, it would have made it worse," finch relents, voice low as they shift their gaze to the ground. and still, despite volt's subtlety, finch finds comfort in his anger. in knowing that he feels the same as them -- that they aren't completely alone. finch's gaze snaps back up to him, completely ignoring the tightness in their throat or the glossiness in their eyes now. "wait for what, volt?" they snap, arms thrown out. "we've been waiting. what have they done? nothing. they've done fucking nothing. we go in tomorrow, and all they've done is kill some capitolites and let three of their own be shot in the back of the head. that doesn't save lark. that doesn't save ellie. if they're gonna let us be led like lambs to the slaughter, what's the point?"

and he can see that they're trying-- each ragged and shaking breath that passes through their lips seems to have the opposite desired effect; he can see that frustration and anger rising, bubbling back to the surface and when that hand slams against the counter- the sound booming in the dressing room they've hidden in- volt doesn't so much as flinch. his hand grips the handle of the door tightly at their words- how you're able to be so calm- and the corner of his mouth tilts upwards though there's no mirth in the rest of his face, "i've had a lot of practice."

how often had he choked down the poison of his own anger in the presence of those painted faces, the glittering bodies of those capitolites speaking around those silver spoons firmly lodged in the corners of their mouths as they spoke about tributes entering the games as if they were nothing more than pawns on a chess board? he could run his tongue along the inside of his teeth and feel the places where they'd buckled and cracked from the force of keeping his mouth shut. the silence hangs in the air for a moment before volt asks in that quiet voice, "what will you do?" his eyes watch their face as he asks the question before repeating it, "what will you do-- will you march back out there into that spotlight and scream the truth into all of those cameras, in front of that crowd? will you tell them that they killed your brother- that snow killed your brother- because you refused to fall into line like a good victor? they won't care, finch."

his voice stays in that infuriating calm and even tone but the lines around his mouth grow harder, "of course i'm angry-- do you really think that i'm not?" and that grip he has on that anger in his chest tightens against the swell of emotion that rises in his chest, "she was my best friend-- my baby sister. she was the only reason i fought to get out of the arena; i didn't want to win, i just wanted to go home. because she needed me. and when ellie was born, she needed me. i have been the only thing resembling a father that she's ever known and she is the closest thing i'll ever have to a child of my own. i lost my sister- my best friend, the first person to understand me on a level that few ever will; and now i stand to lose ellie- that last living piece of my sister, the little girl i have raised like a daughter from the moment she was born- to the same hell that i have fought like a demon to keep her from and you think i'm not angry?" his head shakes and the laugh that leaves him is soft but bitter, "no, finch, i promise you-- i'm well past furious. just because you don't see it doesn't mean that it's not there. i don't want violet's name in caesar's mouth-- it was bad enough to have her brought up, if he'd gone so far as to speak her name i don't think i would've held my composure as well as i did. would that have made it more or less palatable? for caesar to say his name as if he had any idea the toll that loss takes on you every day-- every time you look in lark's face?"

his head tilts as he watches finch, the lines around his eyes tightening, "i get that you want to do something-- i get it, finch. every single one of us wants to do something. but you know as well as i do the second we step out of line it's not just our safety that's jeopardized. we have to wait."

[takami-flock]

FoY inspired memes - Part 2 [Reupload]

[whumperofworlds]

TW: Suicide mention and MCD under cut!

I don't usually talk about death in whump, but consider.

Together in death.

Whumpee and Caretaker are close. Lovers, best friends, family, what have you.

Then Whumpee dies. Caretaker comes right after. How? Were they killed together, holding each other as they're both executed? Did Whumpee die and Caretaker dies of heartbreak? Did Caretaker kill themself just to be with Whumpee?

Either way, they died together. And I don't see that enough in whump.