#Acid Attack in Marriage

[thebharatexpress]

Acid Attack in Marriage: दूल्हा-दुल्हन पर एसिड अटैक, शादी समारोह में मची खलबली, पास खड़े दो बच्चों सहित 12 लोग झुलसे

Acid Attack in Marriage : जगदलपुर। Acid Attack on Bride and Groom: छत्‍तीसगढ़ के बस्‍तर जिले में एक शादी समारोह में एसिड अटैक का मामला सामने आया है। यहां एक सिरफिरे युवक ने दूल्‍हा-दुल्‍हन पर एसिड से हमला कर दिया। इस घटना में दूल्‍हा-दुल्‍हन सहित करीब 10 लोग झुलस गए। सभी घायलों को जगदलपुर के महारानी अस्पताल में भर्ती किया गया है। दरअसल, यह मामला जिले के भानपुरी थाना क्षेत्र के आमागांव का है।…

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[vahalia-cress-ffxiv]

WIT☾H

Plenty of socializing and merriment also brought in tow a wake of relaxation and calm. In the days following the Starlight event that had been hosted in the Cress manor in Ishgard, Vahalia had become quite recluse. She was taking her meals early and alone while also keeping within her quarters to wade through paperwork or building orders of the plethora of land, holdings, or spots she had under construction.

Dozens of moving parts and only one hand to create a pen stroke to nudge the parts into action.

Three months ago she had signed her name to documents to finalize a marriage she had thought to be good, a partnership in every sense of the word. She had bought into the prospects of solidarity and companionship, a ruthless pair to attack and face hurdles and challenges together and to have someone of equal standing to her own to be able and lead the House in their goals, forever finding higher and higher destinations to reach. Ambitions to follow and chase after – yet she had still been the only one in that race and as days waned in tandem with unfavorable circumstances and situations – Vahalia was finding herself in a race of just one.

She had not gotten what she had paid for; a soured taste of buyer’s remorse hanging in the back of her mind that she could not help nor escape if she wanted to, and even then, there would only be one of three ways out of this fumble.

The crackling of the fire across from her gave Vahalia pause and her mind cleared briefly to eventually settle back around to her task at hand, fingers working on writing a small list down a slender strip of parchment. When finished the woman began to rub a fine mixture of dusted lavender and sage into the ink and texture of the parchment before carefully ripping and tearing small curls of the parchment, lodging them rolled up and wedged into the prongs and spaces of a pinecone.

Beside her had already been a small basket of these premade ‘ornaments’ that others within the household finished, varying in size and amount of parchment laced within the woody flaps of the cones and sealed with wax, twine wound within the apex of the cone for safe hanging. By tradition, these were well wishes bound and placed within nature's bounty to be burned on Starlight Eve to usher in a prosperous and bountiful coming year; an old practice handed down from her mother and her mother’s family. Likely a tradition that her Aunt had also taught Carrera at one point.

Carried practices that even remain to this day, traditions passed down between Grandmothers, mothers, and daughters.

Witch work, some might have called it and Vahalia would call it no less. Shameless in her actions which often earned her the moniker of Witch by Hakan. Spellwork, magic brought manifest through intention while also having some love and care for apothecary work specifically in the spectrum of toxins and poisons.

Despite the silence and the calming atmosphere, she allowed herself – as per Aethwyn’s demands for self-care and avoiding stress – still, the acidic thoughts linked to the forefront of her consciousness again, allowing her hand to make languid dips of the filled cone into the glass of wax before her. Placing focus on her work was proving to be difficult as her own mind worked against her.

Combative within herself and yet entirely solemn which was a testament to the abilities that Vahalia possessed; being able to remain calm on the surface like still water but having a raging geyser just below the surface. Polished while feeling the rot within so powerfully knotted at her core that combined she felt an erratic thrum within her chest.

A slew of thoughts bombarded her again, previous conversations over the stretch of weeks. Comments and compounding conversations that had made everything all the more difficult to dodge, avoid or have excuses for any longer.

Osric had been called weak and undeserving – and perhaps he was. The man was already proving to be not cut out for the task he had spent a year professing he was capable of taking on. He let those slights slide without bothering to address anything himself or put discourse to rest with a sharp, tactful response; forever shying and hiding from it or confrontation. The lack of motivation and his knowledge of being able to enterprise much of anything. How he had become a ‘silent fixture’ in the Cress estate as it had been put to her.

“He picks and chooses things to say and chooses to stay silent on other matters.”  “More of a liability to you than an asset.” “I figured you might find yourself someone like Damien, Someone who doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty.” “Damien did what Osric could not, he protected the people that mattered to him.” “He is more concerned with the secrets that Valeria and Damien withheld from him than looking to see that the one following Damien and Valeria was dealt with accordingly.”

There was no end to the comments, comments from family members who were less than interested or warmed to the fact that Vahalia had settled on Osric as a choice. Perhaps this was her just desert for trying to have her way all the time and any time she wanted it – thinking she was untouchable from disappointments and sacrifices though she had made plenty and more – and still was – for the Cress line.

Stress wasn’t good, Dawn made this clear.

For a brief moment, she had forgotten about the life growing within her. A hollow and empty feeling when to most it would have been joyous and wonderful news but Vahalia couldn’t help but feel opposed to the happy sentiments – not when other issues lingered overhead.

Putting down her work, Vahalia opted to lose a tranquil hum and nestle back into the chair she had been within for quite some time, finding strange comfort in her privacy and being able to simply sit and feel all and any emotions she had to without skeptical glances and side comments.

Fingers drummed several times at the lower portion of her stomach, a strange and surreal sensation filling her at the most inopportune moment – it was calm and familiar, tepid but well welcomed. She celebrated her achievements in her own way, perhaps being alone within herself and with that of the heirs that grew warmly in her stomach was all the celebratory means she needed. She had accomplished so much in a short amount of time and then some – a sense of pride filled her and she knew that come what may, she’d accomplish much more even if it were something she would have to do alone.

There would forever be a new goal to set her sights on, she had more than one reason now, after all, to reach even further than she had in recent years.

Mention(s): @belgravexiv - @carrera-ffxiv - @damien-gray-ffxiv - @dawn-aethwyn

#Blurbs #Stories #{ Of Ravens and Lances }

[iwasbored777]

I don't think we needed that dream in Jubilation. If they only had Ladybug and Chat Noir date and do regular cute couple activities it would've been better but them giving them marriage and babies and everything was so weird and insane I never want to re-watch that scene. It would even be easier for me to watch Marinette's infamous panic attack from Strikeback than watch this again. I don't know if writers were high when they made it but it didn't belong in this show. It's not that I think it's cringy it's making me anxious idk why just thinking about two kids being in that place is so freaky. Like did they actually live with each other for years or is it just what we saw in a montage??? Ladybug felt sick in that last scene before they woke up so does that mean she had morning sickness????? They gave them toys instead of real babies to make it look like nothing happened between them but why did they have to tease pregnancy??? And Adrien and Marinette clearly remember everything and have to act like that dream didn't happen. It makes my stomach turn when I just think about it. It was the worst acid trip during the whole show for me. Literally the worst thing from this season and quite possibly the whole show. And among all Chat wore WHITE. This whole dream should go back to hell where it came from.

#I never liked this episode ever since it aired what the fuck is it with the writers this season #miraculous ladybug #ml jubilation #Ml salt #Sorry

[enchanted-moura]

"These abusive mothers catching cases left and right. Love to see it" - if you're referring to the case with the mom who had her 5 year old Brazilian waxing grown women, it's also exposing a lot about how black women view their daughters. A lot are rightfully disgusted by the notion,but others are excusing it by saying that she's "being taught a skill/how to make money/how to run a business" and "it's a girl doing it to other females, so it's not like it's actual abuse"(a comment I heard someone make). The internalized everything is jumping out.

Indeed. It’s pedophilia and truthfully all kinds of women need to be called out from women setting their teens to be in arranged marriages and acid attacks, booking female genital mutilation appointments and lazy predator mothers who will do anything for a man including dating degenerate predator stepfathers.

May the children get all the favor from Lady Justice ✊🏽

[radwitchhh]

As Pakistan enters elections. It is important to remember that it's the second worse country for women in the world. It is a brutal patriarchal society with rampant misogynist crimes like rape, domestic violence, honour killings, femicide, forced conversions, child marriages, harassment, child trafficking, acid attacks etc. It is a hell for women, homosexuals and non-binary folks. Almost all m@le politicians contesting elections are outright misogynists. Moreover, only 4.7% female candidates have been given seats as a show off by authorities, when women are half of the country's population. Literally no one cares about women. This election is a sham. Pakistan needs a feminist revolution!!!

[tedhugheshater]

In response to one of those typical "I love men!" comments under posts or videos about women.

'These comments are so unnecessary. Do you ever see ones as such in videos about men, where someone comments loving words about women? If men ever "praise" women, most of the time they do it just in a sexual and/or dehumanizing way. As far as comment sections go. Why write this, seriously? Male validation isn't that crucial (you got it only three responses in)*. Appreciate yourself more.

Edit: I am sorry if my words are too harsh, I simply don't know how to tell you this in a nicer way. My point is, why be so nice and appreciative of someone who, for example, is crying about how current society "devalues, silences, puts down, and emasculates men"?* He is blatantly lying to you. Even today, October 9th, 2023, men continue to account for:

- Vast, vast majority of the world's wealth owners

- 99% of rapes (Most notably for their cruelty are wartime rapes. The soldiers during war are often drafted, rather than voluntary, which means that they are your average man. Look up: Nanjing Massacre, Rwandan Genocide, the current Palestinian-Israeli situation, and occupied Germany after WWII)

- 98% of homicides

- 99% of pedophile cases

- 86% of bestiality offences

- 88% of thefts

- 83% of arson cases

- 88% of pimping

- 92% of sex trafficking

- also, around 98% of men have watched pornography. This is important given that over 80% of porn features physical violence against women.

Does that look like emasculation? Or devaluing? Or silencing? I'll tell you what looks like oppression and devaluing and dehumanization and silencing:**

- By the time they reach their mid-20s, 1 in 4 women will experience violence by an intimate partner

- 1 in 3 women worldwide have been or will be subjected to sexual violence throughout their lifetimes.

- Most cases of eating disorders are female

- The infamous wage gap

- Most of the world's poor are female

- Women are more likely to suffer from food insecurity

- The rights of women are not universally recognized (whereas men's, as a class, are). Stonings, honor killings, FGM, period poverty, sex traffic, femi(ni)cide, acid attacks, child brides, rape, molesting, Sharia law, lack of access to education, cyber harassment, revenge porn, lack of a legal identity or name recognition, forced marriages, forced pregnancies, workplace discrimination, period huts, marital rape lesbophobia, deep fake porn... All of these issues happen to millions of women annually, daily, monthly, and weekly. Most of these happen frequently in the Western world too - it is not just a matter of "culture".

And before someone comes at me telling me what a "misandrist" I am - I am not. My comment merely argues, based on empirical evidence, that OP should do some self-questioning, in my humble opinion. If you want me to share the sources, I will, but nevertheless the information is very easy to access. Again, sorry for my initial anger; the guy playing the victims got on my nerves. I hope you have a lovely day.'

[* referring to a comment that said: ´As a man, I appreciate the standing up for us from you. Genuinely, thank you. In today’s society it’s becoming more and more acceptable to put men down, devalue, and emasculate men. We, men and women, need each other and we each serve a purpose. It’s going to take courageous women such as yourselves to make the change in society to find the balance between the sexes, because when men speak out we are silenced, so again, thank you.´]

[** I didn't specify with statistics given lack of time and the character limits. Still, my point stands.]

#ref #mine #methinks #feminism #tw rape #violence against women

[catierambles]

Shades Ch.11

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 1057

Warnings: Reader discretion is advised. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @greensleeves888

Walter woke to an empty bed, her side cold, and he got up, pulling on his boxer briefs, and walking out into the kitchen, seeing her standing at the island wearing his sweater that hit her about mid-thigh. Her hair was wet as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her ear.

“Good morning.” He hummed and she echoed it, her hands sliding over his arms. “You took a shower?”

“You were out and I didn’t want to wake you.” She said and his arms tightened around her waist, holding her back against his chest. “So last night was…oof.”

“Yeah?” He asked, a smile pulling at his lips and she nodded with a sound.

“Toe-curlingly good. You’ve got some game, Detective Marshall.” Faith said and he smiled, burying his face in her shoulder.

"I'm guessing it's been a while for you." He said and she shrugged.

"Woodstock." She said and he snorted in amusement.

"Mud man?" He asked and she pinched his arm. "Ow!" Faith turned in his arms, sliding her hands over his chest as she looked up at him, her fingers weaving into the curls at the back of his head. “Faith, can I…ask about the scar?”

“If you really want to know, absolutely.” She said and he nodded. “It was back in the 1940s, and I was with a man named Caleb. I cared about him a lot.”

“Did you love him?” Walter asked and there was a pause before she nodded.

“The first man I loved since Sean.” She said, “He didn’t know what I was, but it started getting…difficult to hide it from him. He kept talking about marriage and kids, and I…eventually he was going to stop accepting my excuses why I couldn’t.”

“You told him.” He said and she nodded again, her eyes closing.

“I showed him my fangs, I explained what had happened to Sean and I and he…he didn’t take it well. Caleb was a devout Irish Catholic, went to Church every day, took Communion, whole nine yards.”

“What did he do?”

“After I told him and after I showed him, he left. He didn’t say anything, he just left with this blank look on his face.” Faith said, “I figured that was the end of it, I was never going to see him again, and I resigned myself to dealing with that.”

“But that’s not what happened.”

“No, it’s not what happened.” She said, “About a week later he came back and he attacked me. I don’t know where he had gotten a silver knife, but he had it. I wasn’t expecting it and he stabbed me in the chest, aiming for my heart. He missed. Silver, it…it’s like acid, it burns and it disfigures and it eats away at the skin and muscle. If he had hit my heart, I would have been dead in seconds and there wouldn’t have been anything I could have done about it.”

“What did you do?”

“When I didn’t immediately go down, he tried to stab me again, but I…I caught the knife.” She took one of her hands from his hair, showing him the thick scar running the width of her palm. “I got it away from him and I…I killed him. I drained him. I needed to. I was bleeding heavily from a silver wound and it was burning through my chest. I did what I had to do. I loved him, but he tried to kill me, so I killed him.” With a sigh, he took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the scar on her palm before holding it to his chest over his heart. “My life is…violent, Walter. I try to make it as normal as possible, try to be as normal as possible, but there will be times when I may have to take a life in order to save my own. You need to decide if you really want to be in that life.”

“Faith, putting aside how you killed him, you were acting in self-defense.” Walter said, “He tried to kill you and you protected yourself. It was you or him. Your life or his. He wasn’t going to stop until one of you was dead. It’s no different than an attack victim getting the weapon away from their attacker and using it on them to save their own life. It was self-defense.” Reaching up, he held her face in his hands, stooping to look into her eyes. “So stop trying to get me to run, stop trying to push me away. I’ve made peace with who and what you are and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you like he did. Physically he may have missed, but he still stabbed you in the heart.” She stared at him for a moment before reaching up and pulling him down into a kiss, his eyes closing as he responded to her, parting her lips and deepening the kiss as he pressed her back against the kitchen island.

That night Faith stood behind the bar, wiping down glasses that had just come out of the dishwasher. It was slow as it was the day after Christmas but would slowly pick up the closer they got to New Year’s Eve, with the night itself being one of the busier nights. Walter was sitting at his booth, sipping at his usual can of Liquid Death, but she caught him looking at her from time to time, and it never failed to make her smile.

“You two had sex, didn’t you?” One of her waitresses asked and she nearly broke the glass she was holding.

“How--”

“Girl, you’re glowing.” She said, “And don’t think I haven’t seen the goofy looks you two have been giving each other since he got here. So spill. How was it?” Faith could only manage unintelligible sounds and the waitress smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Man looks like he’d be a beast with his clothes off. Those sweaters and thermals he wears do nothing to hide how built he is and those tight jeans? Goddamn.” She said, “Now I’m jealous.”

“Be jealous while getting your tables refills, their drinks are looking a little low.” Faith said and she snorted, pushing away from the bar and heading over to her section.

#henry cavill #walter marshall #shades #my writing

[lovewhatyoufindbeautiful]

Men have...

Killed female babies femicide - left to die, drowning, burying, throwing in water

Forced wives to partake in killing their daughter or FGM

Attacked/Killed women for rejecting them

Beaten us

Muzzled us for talking

Exiled/killed for taking leadership roles or speaking up

Burned us at the stake

Pressured us to modify our bodies

Kept us from modifying our hair and bodies

Shamed our bodies

Encouraged unrealistic body proportions

Raped young babies and young girls (church and domestically)

Molested and rape their relatives

Kidnapped young babies and girls from their families

Sold their own daughters for money

Sold females into sex slavery

Rounded up "comfort women" for [Japanese] army and forced to be sex slaves

Shearing, punishment, tarring of women who slept with enemies (true or not true/or for survival)

Forced us into marriage

Married children

Impregnated us without consent

Sterilize us without consent

Left us after impregnating us

Denied us education

Harrass us in school

Sexually harrassed us at work

Catcalled us in public

Denied us the right to vote

Force fed us

Beat us for protesting

given us male guardians who dictate our lives

Not allowed us bank accounts

Not allowed us cars and driving licences

Not allowed us to cut our hair short

Not allowed us to hold a job

Not allowed us to ride trains

Exploited our slave factory labor

Exploited our slave plantation labor

Not given us maternity leave

Denied us healthcare/birth control

Restrict and dictate our clothes

Bred [black] women like cattle

Stolen our ideas

Discredited/invalidate women and what we say/our expertise

Punished us for their shortcomings

Serially murdered us

Degrade us to sexual objects in music, films, ads

Normalize us as the victims/receiving end of torture for arousal and entertainment

Deny us our heritage

Put us in huts while we menustrate

Drug us and intentionally intoxicate us in order to prey on us more easily

Let rapists and women-beaters/killers off with no or little consequences

criminalized our sexuality

Groped us in public places

Limited our creative outlets

Filmed us as voyeurs in private spaces

Made Death/rape threats

Used exposure of nude photos as threats to silence women

Thrown acid in our faces in order to disfigure our faces enough to ruin us for life

Honor killings

Created and forcibly spread 3 major religions globally that oppress us

Brainwashed us into worshiping and never questioning the male entity

Confined us to houses

Scalped and drained of blood

Gang rape/train rape us

Wear our skin

Cut off our breasts

Used drills in our vaginas as forms of torture

Shave our hair if we didn't wear a veil/hijab

Arrest us for not wearing hijab

Harassed or killed for not wearing hijab/ covering

Bound our toes under our feet to appear smaller

Strangled and then masturbated on

Not allow abortions, even when we're dying

Require husbands permission for getting tubes tied

Harassing and bombing womens healthcare access

Slaughter our families

Place value and our worth on our virginity and hymens

Take our virginity and leave us so that we can't marry

Bride kidnapping

Imprisoned us for being smart, silly, horny, or liking to read

Raped and impregnated mentally and physically impaired women

Deny female inmates period products

Deny female inmates doctors/We give birth in jail cells

Kidnapped women and forced them to be suicide bombers

Group attacks on women (molesting and kill)

Falsely accuse smart women of being witches/burn us alive at the stake

Assassinate women rights activists/women in positions of power

Shoot us in broad daylight while going to school

Attack us for going to school

Take us out of school/force us to quit

Punched for not undressing for sex fast enough

Invalidate marital rape

Inject us with needles while in clubs - HIV or other drugs

Drug our drinks in order to rape us

Hide, destroy, invalidate divine feminine figures

Barred us from eating/dining alone

Fire us from work when they find out we're pregnant

Demonized our curiosity

Corrections officers sold keys to female inmates cells to violent male inmates and let them rape them

Massacre young children in schools

OVERTURNED ROE V WADE 6/24/22

symphysiotomy*

Attacked while going to the bathroom (could wear certain headscarves to show which women had more value and shouldn't be attacked)

Taliban have barred Afghan women from attending school

Gaslit our memory of how we've been abused

#text post #reasons why #femisnim #female problems #men

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Hi as an Iranian woman I really appreciate how you are talking about us while all of those lefties are rejecting us , our pain and struggles. They just want to hear what fit their own narrative and not what is true . Anyway I very much appreciate you and your work❤

Iran’s COMMUNIST party supports the protest but westerner leftists choose to side with an islamic fundamentalist regime?! For the dake of not being offensive!!!

"As an iranian revolutionary once said having a surface-level understanding of an important subject is more dangerous than being completely ignorant of it. That pretty much sums up these “leftists” who are aligning themselves with religious zealots."

Thank you.

It's astonishing and appalling to watch the freest, most empowered, and often self-described progressive, people in the world making excuses for a conservative, fundamentalist religious regime in the name of "sensitivity". They're siding with the fundamentalists. They're choosing religious fundamentalism over the women and men, both ex-Muslim and devout Muslim alike, who just want the same things that they take for granted.

"I read Alexis de Tocqueville, and I read about democracy, and I lived in countries that have no democracy, that have no founding fathers… so I don’t find myself in the same luxury as you. You grew up in freedom, and you can spit on freedom because you don’t know what it is not to have freedom." -- Ayaan Hirsi Ali

They're, ironically, far less tolerant and far more hyperbolic about the conservative party in their own country. A party which is bounded by the limits of their country's constitution, and in some countries at the present moment, is not even in power. And even if you get them to actually admit and agree that Iranians suffer under a repressive, authoritarian regime, they'll find it necessary to insist that they do too, that they're in the same boat. Except that they don't. And they're not.

Oppression isn't about things being perfect, it's about the capacity for change. When fanatics concoct the notion of "defund the police," ("Yes, We Mean Literally Abolish the Police - Because reform won't happen") and government representatives dutifully do so, to predictable results, despite the objections of those who will be most affected ("Defunding the Police Doesn't Poll Well. That Doesn't Matter.") you're not oppressed. Indeed, if you can shove through radical demands despite the objections of the overwhelming minority, and shout down all opposition, then you might well be the regime.

To therefore consider yourself as subjugated and oppressed as a regime that executes gay people, tortures and executes protestors, sentences adulterers to death, and actively starts a campaign to "make the surroundings unsafe" for "bad hijab", unsurprisingly culminating in the murder of Mahsa Amini, is perverted to say the least.

They act like people in Iran, Afghanistan and other countries are an alien species, separate from themselves. That this is just the way they like to live, and that people subjected to it just don't have the same ambitions, dreams or desires as they do.

It's hard to tell exactly why. Some part of it seems to be old-school racism; that people under Islamic regimes are brown people who aren't like us, and we can't think of them as being like us, can't judge their societies or rules because that would be western imperialism, and anyway they like it that way, they like their country functioning like that.

Some other part of it seems to be that if they acknowledge it, they have to admit that they don't really have it that bad. How can they pretend that they're the victims of skyscrapers, men sitting comfortably, and air conditioning after they've acknowledged ritual FGM, child marriage, acid attacks, or that hijab is not in fact empowering? How can they demand to get their way after they've admitted they're free, fortunate and privileged? (As mentioned, the expectation of accommodation itself refutes the idea of being "oppressed.") That is, it's a form of political, victimhood self-preservation. People might not pay as much attention, might not afford them as much political clout -- and honestly, much of the time, they probably shouldn't.

They think they're being culturally sensitive or inclusive or tolerant, or something. But as you mentioned, they're giving cover, making excuses for, and shielding from criticism, reactionary, conservative, fundamentalist religious zealots. Zealots who oppose and reject the sensitivity, inclusiveness and tolerance the apologists espouse, but won't say no to useful idiots acting as the western equivalent of morality police, enforcing blasphemy laws by scolding everyone as "Islamophobe" to silence them.

Suffice to say, none of that will work on me.

I hope that this will be a turning point for Iran, that inroads will be made as far as getting things to change. But even if not, that it's a wake up and reminder that this is not a deeply devout and conservative country, but an authoritarian regime imposing conservative fundamentalist dogma onto the entire population, regardless of their beliefs. And that we should be supporting the people, not defending the regime.

#ask #Iran #islam #Mahsa Amini #woman life freedom #hijab #hijabi #criticism of islam #islamic fundamentalists #islamic fundamentalism #religion #islamic republic of iran #religion is a mental illness

[oceanic-recollection]

you probably shouldn't try to tame one..

It would put a real damper on the whole marriage thing if you got dissolved by acid

<FDM> i am a god and impervious to all attacks

<FDM> ..............

<FDM> .....i'm not going to because i'll be late. that's the only reason

#fdm #ask #anon #idle chatter #hi. narc moment. #art

[helpmeimblorboing]

I was born in a country where religion is both a business and a front for outright war

I was born in a country where children are drafted into boxes, chosen by their parents, from before their birth

I was born in a country which decriminalized same-sex relationships only a few years ago, and still has nor legalized same-sex marriage

I was born in India. A country where corruption and politics have permeated everything, from religion to marriage.

A country where the rich and powerful have supreme control

A country where religion is used as a bludgeoning hammer, where people are beaten and bloodied, for their caste, their gender , their religion

A country where acid attacks on women are supremely common-place

A country where, if you do not fit the norm, you may as well die

A country where abuse is seen as the norm, and marriage as a business deal

I warn you Americans. Fight for black rights, even if you are not black. Fight for women's rights, even if you are a man. Fight for gay rights, even if you are straight. Why? Because if you don't, they'll come for you too.

I'm just 15, but I've seen a country go from the "land where even the soil vomits gold" to the blackhole of Asia.

Do not, by any means, "stand back and stand by". For the land of the great will become the land of hate. For the home of the free, there will be a prison for the imprisoned.

The United States has one more thing in common with Sri Lanka, with India: less protections on abortion rights and an increase in gender discrimination.

Tyranny has similar patterns. Those patterns are repeating in the United States. We as a people must stop this pattern. Before it is too late.

#united states #indian #india #arranged marriage #gay rights #gay pride #lgbt+ #lgbtq+ #lgbt #gay #this is a warning #the end is near #sri lanka #united states of america #usa #black lives matter #trans women are women

[quirkwizard]

Hello and thank you ahead but can you do a quirk marriage between the quirks Slide and Glide and Acid? I just feel like it could work well. Aswell Electrification and Flight could be an option too.

I already did the second one, so I will be focusing on the first.

New Quirk Name: Repel Gel or Regelent

This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to make a clear, sticky goo from anywhere on their body. The user has a fine amount of control over the goo, capable of firing it out in various ways over short ranges. This goo has repellent properties, causing targets to be pushed away when the goo touches them or they touch the goo. If used in small amounts, it applies a floating effect on targets, making them float a few inches off of a surface. The more of the goo that is present, the thicker it becomes and the more noticeable the effect becomes, potentially causing objects or people to fly away when they come in contact with it. This gives the user a varied ability, able to alter their surroundings with just the right coating. They can push themselves around to get by faster, move allies or enemies around the battlefield, throw it at people to launch them away, suddenly make it to help push away an attack, or just make moving furniture a cinch. Though the user only has a limited supply of the goo and may run out if they are not careful and don't give it time to restock itself. The user must be careful with how they throw and apply the goo, potentially misfiring and causing serious harm if they are not careful.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Mina Ashido #Pinky #Acid #Koichi Haimawari #Slide and Glide

[biitorio]

Ultimate samaritan (M/M, Cannibalism)

Humans are machines for repeating mistakes, forgetting lessons, and splurging everything within reach. I, in my position as a humanoid idiot, wasted time and energy in an infinite waterfall, in which all the rivers of the world came together and the water made a spectacle of its fall, destroying everything in its path. That waterfall is my wasted life. The bastard in front of me is a rotting carcass floating in my murky waters. He couldn't have asked for a more undignified and abhorrent way to die. At some lost hour of the night, without any witness to his life or death, murdered by a madman like me.

My dick had been erect since I wrapped my shoelaces around the man's robust neck. Every second after that had been pure ecstasy in the most spiritual sense of it, with this man twice as big as I choking on his own constricted tissues, by a surprise attack, from behind, unprovoked. Muffled cries, sharp and stabbing whimpers; I could feel his suffocated pulse throbbing through the elastics and heard the last beats of his heart, all under a gaze that expressed pure terror, eyes present at that moment, perhaps as they had never been; I saw the light of his life leave his pupils, which were now like two hollow gray marbles. The electric shocks running through my spine with each struggle brought me to the brink of orgasm, but the asshole decided that his heart should stop beating just before I could get some relief.

I dragged the corpse into my room, locked the doors, and got dazzled by an exquisite vision of death. Saliva bubbled out of the corners of his lips, his narrowed eyes communicated nothing but absence, his arms and legs sprawled on the floor... with that facade, an immaculate black tuxedo, gold wristwatch, short brown hair that still kept order, and a complexion so handsome and dignified, it was an intoxicating contrast. My home, a single room with moldy walls and a dusty gray cement floor, will be the place of his funeral and cremation.

First I undressed him. I undid the buttons, my breath was getting heavy, I loosened his tie, unzipped his pants and mine, his bare chest was a blank canvas, it was two in the morning, my nails were long and chipped, a siren sounded in the distance, far away from me. First I bit him. I bit into the silky skin of his neck, I heard and felt tendons bending under my teeth, the salty, acidic taste of his sweat permeating my tongue. I sink my teeth into his flesh, his skin is elastic and my teeth aren't sharp enough to break it, but prominent purple marks tell the tale. I throw myself on top of the corpse and I bite again, this time letting a violent wave of lust force its way into my jaw, like a wild dog, and liquid as tasty as it is indescribable mixes with my saliva, gelatinous clots, of the sixth flavor. I felt my penis twitch against his abdomen, that was losing heat but absorbing it back from me.

Oh Mother. How I miss the warmth. They always get cold, I'm the only one with a warm heart. I raise my head and stare in awe at his postmortem expression, so maddeningly impersonal. Who can imagine that behind those eyes there were feelings and energy. This man didn't deserve what I did but no one could help it. Nobody can help anything. I'm just searching for warmth and they never want to give it to me. I spit a mixture of phlegm and blood on the floor next to the corpse, get up, and walk to the kitchen.

What can be said of a mother that regrets her marriage? She lives her days in resignation, day after day of pure misery, remembering the past is agonizing because she only wants to change it, she regrets having sex with a foolish and unpleasant man and locking herself in an emotional and financial prison . That son, the recycled product of a wasted life, hated by his own mother, what excuse could he make? The ultimate waste, a child that was wanted at first but cursed be the moment of his birth after a few decades. Excuses? For whom? For the corpse in my room? My fingers grasp the wooden handle, a thread of steel, descending in a scathing edge and icy to the touch, cuts through the man's belly, penetrates his organs with viscous fluidity and in a single swing of my wrist the knife blade slices through his abdomen. Pale and beautiful. Red on white. I reach into the incision and grab a slimy lump of matter just like mine, bite, chew, and swallow.

Love. I feel love filling me up and overflowing. It’s an exhilarating, vibrant and living feeling. I put my hand back in and grab, force, stretch, twist, break. The taste becomes my reality, it's the only thing I feel, I can't see or hear anything. The place was starting to get dirty, my arms were red down to the elbows. There is a comforting warmth at my core. His face looked so peaceful. I lean in and kiss him. Cold lips, my tongue traces his teeth and the inside of his cheeks, delicious.

Without breaking the kiss, I pull down my boxers and my erect penis slips out in anticipation. I sink into a deep kiss, I touch his hair and his cheeks, I close my eyes in pure joy. I feel an electric shock when my glans makes contact with the wetness, and when I penetrate inside his body sparks fly in my brain and in an instant time stops in an oscillating limbo. Pure happiness, warmth and love against a bleak frozen sheet of death. One hundred years of innocence tainted by guilt and hate. Cursed the second I breathed my first breath of air, because I only know how to steal oxygen. I can only dig holes and fill them. Empty eyes, mine, look in the mirror and only see filth. My body goes cold again. It wouldn't get warm even with all the blankets in the world, although at least it knows how to search for its fuel.

#guro #fanfic #smut #yaoi smut #guro smut #fiction #writing #my writing #yaoi #gore #cannibalism #cannibal #blood #fic #gay #gay fanfiction #short story #gay story #writeblr #drabble #oneshot

[paperanddice]

The wandering tower is a truly ancient mimic, one which has lasted for centuries or millennia. It has grown to incredible size, eventually so large its body is too clunky and awkward to move and has been adapted into a full building that the mimic can reshape over hours of time. Much more malevolent than lesser mimics, it hunts for humanoids specifically, using them as the basis for future mirror mimics. Once it lures in travellers it waits until they are vulnerable, at which point it attacks, unleashing everything onto its meal. Its central core moves in, covered in eyes, pseudopods and mouths, and the walls themselves start lashing out with grasping claws and acid dripping tendrils, while the doors slam shut.

Shelter from the Storm: According to legend, when the armies of evil encircled Gardmore Abbey, the abbey's paladins entrusted a messenger with a map indicating the locations of their greatest artifacts and begged him to deliver it to the emperor. The messenger broke through enemy lines and sped toward the heart of Nerath. But an evening thunderstorm flooded the King's Road, preventing the messenger from traveling farther.

In the midst of the storm, the messenger spied a thatched two-story inn with ravens nesting in the eaves. He had never noticed it before, though he had traveled the road many times.

"Here may you find all you desire," said the rotund proprietor, who greeted him at the door.

That night the messenger sank deep into the inn's soft bed, and he was never seen or heard from again. The map to the paladins' artifacts disappeared. Of the inn, no sign was ever found.

Holy Sanctuary: At the dawn of Nerath, noble knights of Pelor quested to find the Sunspire, a legendary amber tower where the sun's daughter dwelled. In those days, it was said that the true knight who found the Sunspire would earn the favor of Pelor and receive the bright lady's hand in marriage. But no one had ever seen the Sunspire, for it was said to fade away like day before the coming night.

One dark day when ravens filled the sky, a brave knight came upon a tall amber tower where a goldenhaired lady sang from a high window. She greeted the knight, pronouncing him the champion of the quest.

"Here may you find all you desire," she said, and she beckoned him inside.

The knight entered the tower and was never heard from again.

Originally from the 4e Monster Vault: Threats to the Nentir Vale. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I'm working on, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

Core of the Tower Huge aberration, neutral evil Armor Class 18 (natural armor) Hit Points 216 (16d12 + 112) Speed 30 ft. Str 23 (+6) Dex 14 (+2) Con 24 (+7) Int 16 (+3) Wis 17 (+3) Cha 18 (+4) Skills Stealth +7 Damage Resistances acid Condition Immunities charmed, prone Senses darkvision 120 ft., tremorsense 50 ft. passive Perception 13 Languages Common, Deep Speech Challenge 14 (11500 XP) Grappler. The core has advantage on attack rolls against any creature grappled by it. Legendary Resistance (3/Day). If the core fails a saving throw, it can choose to succeed instead. One With The Tower. The core cannot leave its lair, and is immune to any effect that would transport it outside its lair. The core can move through the walls of its lair as if they were difficult terrain, and can end its turn inside the walls. It can't attack through walls. Undaunted. If the core would be stunned, it instead halves its speed and has disadvantage on attack rolls and Strength and Dexterity saving throws for the duration it would be stunned. Actions Multiattack. The core makes two attacks, only one of which can be a Bite. Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +11 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target the core is grappling. Hit: 39 (6d10+6) piercing damage plus 18 (4d8) acid damage. Pseudopod. Melee Weapon Attack: +11 to hit, reach 15 ft., one target. Hit: 22 (3d10+6) bludgeoning damage and the target is grabbed (escape DC 15). Ability checks made to escape this grapple have disadvantage. Shapechange. The core can polymorph into a Large or Huge object or back into its true, amorphous form. Its statistics are the same in each form. Any equipment it is wearing or carrying isn't transformed. It reverts to its true form if it dies. While the core is motionless in object form, it is indistinguishable from an ordinary object.

The Wandering Tower The wandering tower brings its lair with it, crafting it into a useful guise to lure in prey. Over the course of 6 hours, the tower can reshape its lair, transforming it into a building up to 1,000 feet long and wide, and a maximum of 3 stories tall. The building doesn’t have a basement. When the building is smaller than 30 feet long and wide and only one story tall, it is able to move at the core’s speed, crawling along to a new location. The lair must always be larger than the core. The walls of the lair are part of the core’s body; a 10 foot by 10 foot section has AC 16, 50 hp, resistance to acid damage, and immunity to psychic damage. Damage done to the walls does no damage to the core, and the walls can be repaired or replaced by the core as a lair action.

Lair Actions  On initiative count 20 (losing initiative ties), the core takes a lair action to cause one of the following effects; the core can’t use the same effect two rounds in a row.

• The core can create, destroy, or restore to full health five 10 foot by 10 foot sections of wall anywhere within its lair. If newly created walls completely close in an area, it must also create a door leading into that new room. The door may be hidden (requiring a successful DC 20 Wisdom (Perception) or Intelligence (Investigation) check to find), locked (requiring a successful DC 20 Dexterity check using thieves’ tools to unlock), or jammed (requiring a successful DC 20 Strength (Athletics) check to force open) at the core’s choice. • The floor ripples in a 25 foot radius centered at a point within its lair. Each creature standing on the ground in that area must succeed on a DC 20 Dexterity saving throw or fall prone. • The core turns one 10 foot by 10 foot section of wall within its lair into Living Wall. Living wall is distinguishable from regular wall. The core can’t create more than four sections of living wall at any time. If it creates an additional section when it already has 4 sections, one previously created section must be turned back into regular wall. On initiative count 20 each round, the core may make the following attack out of any section of living wall: Lashing Tendrils. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 15 feet, one target. Hit: 9 (1d10+4) bludgeoning damage, and the target is grappled and pulled until it is within 5 feet of the section of wall that attacked it. Until this grapple ends, the target is restrained and takes 5 (1d10) acid damage at the end of each of its turns. Each section of wall can only grapple one target at a time.

13th Age

Core of the Tower  Huge 8th level wrecker [aberration]  Initiative: +11 Slam +13 vs. AC (1d3 attacks; each against a different nearby enemy) - 50 damage Natural Even Hit: The target pops free from each enemy and moves next to the core, which engages and grabs it. The core can grab any number of enemies simultaneously. Natural Odd Hit: The target pops free from each enemy and loses its next move action. Maw of Doom +17 vs. AC (one enemy it’s grabbing; includes +4 grab bonus) - 50 acid damage. Quick Use: This ability only requires a quick action (once per round) to use. C: Rippling Architecture +13 vs. PD (1d4+2 nearby enemies) - 15 damage and the target loses its next move action Limited Use: 1/battle, as a quick action, but recharges when the core is staggered. One With The Tower: The core can’t leave the tower, and it is immune to any effect that would transport it outside the tower. No Exit: Once per round, as quick action, the core creates a jammed shut door blocking off a room and also locking any creatures in that room from reaching or attacking the core. A DC 25 skill check made as an action can force the door open. Shapeshift: The core can disguise itself as a regular object. Outside of combat, a character must make a successful DC 35 skill check to identify the core as a creature. At the start of combat when the characters aren’t aware of the core, they must succeed on a DC 25 skill check to avoid a surprise round. Undaunted: If the core is stunned, it is instead dazed for the same duration. It is immune to being confused. Resist Acid 14+. AC 23 PD 21 MD 20 HP 430

#D&D #dnd #dungeons and dragons #5th edition #13th age #homebrew #my homebrew #monster #aberration #dnd cr 14 #13th age level 8

[yuppersreppuy]

It can be tempting to write off feminism for empowering sexual competitors.

Anti-feminists are like: Women have the right to vote Women can hold office Women can have access to higher education Women can have jobs (even while married) Women can have their own bank accounts Women can have credit cards Women have the right to own property Women can enter contracts Women can write wills Women can sue Women have the right to drive Women have the right to be in public by themselves Women have the right to abortion Women have the right to contraceptives Rape is wrong (even while married) Sexual assault is wrong Sexual harassment is wrong Intimate partner violence is wrong Female genital mutilation is wrong Hijab is wrong Acid attacks are wrong Honor killings are wrong

Taxpayers deserve voting rights because that is taxation with representation. In times before, most worked in family businesses or as servants, and therefore had income. It would be absurd to deny office to voters because it would be tyranny otherwise to have an elite ruling class. Divorce…children deserve to have a stable home environment, so separation from spouses can be necessary. It is difficult to prove wrongdoing within a marriage so no-fault divorce is preferred. Turning down sex: it feels better to have an enthusiastic partner, which is what they want, right? Making abortion a crime would allow the government to control reproduction…tracking movements…tracking personal health data…how far is one willing to go to get what one want? An education is necessary for anyone, as everyone has to read, write, and measure.

As for working outside the home…I am really struggling with this one because those jobs COULD go to married men. I nominally support capitalism because socialists seem to lack initiative, and some have proudly declared themselves “anti-PC” so the human rights part is dicey. In which case, labor power is already diluted by the capitalists owning the means of production so a dual-income may be required to stay afloat (it is possible to survive on a single income in the middle range, though more so in a low-cost-of-living area). Big business exists because of a large population, so either coerce/force people to reproduce or be glad that a shrinking population starves the capitalists. As for servitude…there’s a reason why labor rights were conceptualized.

If women are allowed to hold office by virtue of having the vote, then that means women must be permitted to work outside the home. Women should be able to hold office because they can succeed in school and if they can avoid killing their kids because of their menstrual cycle, then they can probably handle politics.

In the West, I have heard AT MOST pressure to leave the workforce/reconsider college rather an outright ban, as well as the jokes about taking away the right to vote

#radfem #radfems please interact #gender critical #radfems please touch #radfem please interact

[incarnateirony]

You know what kills me

this bitch like "nuh uh that's not your face"

BITCH

SLAP SOME MAKEUP ON IT. SORRY I DONT HAVE THE RAINBOW HAIR DYE GLUED TO MY DEFAULT GENETICS

dumb cow.

THE EYELINER IS A PRESENTATION CHOICE, NOT A FUCKING GENETIC MARKER.

All this because the delusional cunt won't accept she made the biggest mistake of her life and threw everything out the door that she wanted, and now Everything just wants her to fucking rot, because she's been a miserably abusive, harassing stalker for literal fucking years after I thought I could be free of her, but no, she bitch is gonna fuck it up so bad ancient greece gets involved and she still won't listen.

The controlling piece of shit knows what she's doing by now, she just like her other delusions is imagining she can take control back when she's the one who signed her everything to me, and I'm the one unspooling reality around her and compelling her. The most she's done is give me a brief headache I sent back to her when she got really upset in my direction. I'm dragging her through time and giving her everything from schizophrenic delusions of fursuit gods to day long dreams of the reaper with her last spark of soul on its fingertip, in front of the class, or taking over playlists she builds thinking she's sticking it to me while delivering my message right down to my theme song from the Great Work "Here I am." because again she keeps trying to be me, and won't listen, even when we say, Here I Am Inside, and she makes the playlist saying the same thing. She STILL won't look at the truth.

Oh, and I'm still unclear on if my rib breaking was a rage attack from her or just the trade in killing her spider then, just to give her extra grace of pretending she can do anything here. Even when I post over and over about me putting red warning signs inside her head she keeps walking past, the dense cunt draws it and monetizes it without reading it. "By request" YEAH, GUESS WHAT BITCHES, THAT'S HOW THIS WORKS IF YOU AREN'T A FAKE PIECE OF SHIT, EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS IN THE BLAST ZONE NOW. THEY'RE all seeing the signs too but still as fucking clueless as you are. Even when her holy water ph shifts into acidic from high alkaline. No matter what. Nothing will stop her. She can't let either of us go. No seriously lardo even started working out while listening to my playlist in the middle of this and doesn't see how she's changing to my rebuild of her even while jamming to "Here I Am" and "Inside." Naw bitch moving you is literally an act of god, that's why I lost 100 lbs the second I left your gravitational pull and you're just now moving your ass once I get the fucking forklift under it.

Deep down, she's gleefully happy she's baking mercury to misery in the microwave, because she's mad he left her, and won't cope. Even if it costs her everything, the attention and feeling of it again is what she wanted. And, true to her nature, instead of putting in the work to repair herself, she's letting me do it for her to make her a fucking tolerable human being instead of a lump of forgery, and she doesn't care if it means she forgets who she ever was. She may even consider that favorable. Or maybe it's already starting and that's why she can't notice. Because now the magical reverb for this goes back something like 11 months in origin of disruptions, so who knows, maybe this has become a bootstrap paradox and that's why the bitch totally lost sight of reality, I don't know.

Niekai trying to bind Zenthus to a ring and then wondering why the Silmataurea gets all fucked up. Jesus christ. And every single Kion stuck in the middle is telling her to get bent, cuz she signed to take it up the ass from the Breath. Well no actually Niekai got her bloodline stuck in a death pact for an arranged marriage. That's not ominous at all.