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coolkat122 · 3 years

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Twisted Teeth: Vampire Gaara x Reader Chapter 1 Part 1

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I was on my way home after handling business in another village in my father's stead, it was pretty late into the night but I didn't feel like making any rest stops.

As to get home as fast as I could, to be with my family and friends as soon as possible, I never really liked being away from them for too long, guess I'm too family-oriented? (Ha, ha).

Though I guess it can't be helped when I love them so dearly, they are the world to me and I enjoy every minute with them, except for the few fights, could do without those, just thank the heavens it's never anything we can't work out.

I best try my hardest not to wake anyone when I make it home, they should all be in bed by now and I doubt that they expect me to be home so soon' No one would have guessed that I would have forgone, resting at the other village till morning.

Since it's not really wise to travel so late into the night with bandits and "other" sorts of unsavory things lurking around in the night...

It truly was unwise of me but in my defense, I was feeling lucky and I really didn't care for the idea of staying in the mist village, they are decent enough for business though I wouldn't go getting comfy there.

Not the greatest place to spend the night given their reputation they are known for their high murder rates (and "drownings" if you catch my drift)...

Obviously, when my father got sick he didn't want me going there in his place but I couldn't let him go in his condition and yes my mother was strong in her own right, no misunderstandings when I say that.

She wasn't cut for this kind of traveling nor do I believe she could handle doing business with some of the people in the mist village, and lord knows my brother was too young for this.

Which left only me as the only one who could do it, and it had to be done since breaking arrangements with the man my father agreed to meet with has been proven for merchants and traders alike to be a really bad idea.

I heaved a heavy sigh, 'So I'm glad I was actually able to handle it as smoothly as I did' with the amount of pressure that was riding on me, I'm quite surprised I didn't crack.

That man certainly didn't make it easy for me to remain unscathed though somehow I managed, so I took some pride in that with a great big smile on my face that was filled with pride.

Happily, I rode down the road feeling successful and a little prideful of myself though my smile was soon replaced with a look of worry and concern as from the corner of my eye. (<Might change this)

I caught sight of a man stumbling out of the forest falling to the ground with a groan, he was clearly very injured and in need of help.

Despite my better judgment, I decided that I would be that help as I stopped my wagon and rushed over to the unconscious man.

Once I had approached him and became close enough to properly examine him, I soon discovered that the man wasn't human, evident by his pale skin, pointy ears and when I checked just to be sure I wasn't just jumping to conclusions.

Sharp fangs that were previously sheathed by his lips... having seen that what I thought was a fellow human was actually a creature known for preying upon my kind.

I heavily debated my next actions, I could do what everyone would say was the right move and finish him off or I could be the better person and help him.

All life was precious and God cherishes all, right?... At least that's what our village priest would say but I'm sure if he were here, the man would be screaming at me to call that devil (his words not mine) which I'm pretty sure contradicts the meaning of "all" life having a value and a right to live in God's eyes.

So this leaves me in a prickle... I'm no killer and it really feels wrong to harm someone who hasn't even done anything to me yet and on the other hand I also strongly do not wish to give him the chance, but.

As I stand here looking down at his weak and fragile state, I can by no means call myself a good Christan and just leave him here as vulnerable as he is.

My heart ached and my world was becoming topsy turvy the longer I pondered, the right moral decision I was forced to make, I was torn in two on what was right, as one half of me warned me that helping him would be a mistake while the other.

Told me I would never rest easy knowing that, I let someone die even if that someone was a horrible creature... again despite better judgment, I took hold of the poor man's body and began dragging him toward my wagon where I carefully loaded him up.

'I'm going to regret this I can tell' I thought knowing that I was going to regret my choice either way so I figured may as well do the one I thought was morally sound.

At least then if he turns around and sinks his fangs in me, I could go knowing that I tried to be a good person.... with another sigh, I whipped the horses to go.

'I obviously can not take this creature home with me, I can't risk him harming my family nor the other villagers so I have to find a spot that was far enough away that I wouldn't have to worry about him causing trouble' It took some thinking and slight digging through my old memories to recall such a place.

The little shack that Naruto's Godfather used to stay in as he wrote his "novels" for peace and quiet, Jiraiya had pretty much abandoned it once he started a family of his own, and Naruto doesn't really care to visit it anymore either, so.

It was the perfect spot, no one besides those really close to Jiraiya knew of it and they hardly if ever even visit the place especially since the man himself no longer inhabits it.

With a new location in mind, I directed the horse there and since it was closer than my village I arrived there a lot faster then I would have had I still remained on course.

I tried to carry him in as carefully as I could but he was quite the heavy fellow and I wasn't exactly the strongest woman in my village (that titled belonged to my pink-haired friend), so there were some bumps and bruises along the way.

Nothing too serious though, once I had him settled in and the horses set, I begin to treat his wounds as best as I could all night (I also kinda tied him up, for safety reasons though I'm sure he's not going to be thrilled with that when he wakes).

At some point, I fell asleep as I was tending to him, thankfully it wasn't anywhere close to him enough so that he could do me any harm but it wasn't stopping him from trying as I awoke to the sounds of him desperately trying to slash me with those claws of his.

I frowned deeply at this as I rose from my seat with my arms crossed and in a stern voice that I've used many a time on my brother and Naruto whenever they acted out of line.

"Is that any way to thank the person who treated you?" His animalistic glare deepened as he snarled (Am I sure he wasn't a wolf or something? I heard vampires were more "classy" than this or at the very least more alluring...).

"Why would I thank a human that did this in the first place" He spit back at me.

"How good of a look did you get on the ones who cause you harm? Cause I can assure, I was not one of them nor did I play any part in it, I was just heading home when I saw you fumbling out of the forest as you did" He remained silent as he stared at me intently with those sea-green eyes of his.

"And you thought me some pathetic human in need of saving?" I really wanted to roll my eyes at this because he says this in a manner that makes it sound like he wasn't in some serious need of saving and I also really didn't care for his tone on human (and like it really even mattered rather he was a human in need of my help or a vampire cause rather way he did need it!)...

"No, I SAW that you were a vampire in need of saving which by the way, you are quite welcome, I really appreciate the gratitude and warm welcome as I awaken to see your grateful eyes shining ever so brightly upon me... really makes me feel like all the trouble I went through was worth it" I'm not sure when I had crossed my arms but at this point, I uncrossed them, and begin heading over to the cabinets.

I was hoping Jiraiya had something that was still good though as I really thought about it, obviously he didn't because of this I missed the look of confusion that crossed his face for a moment only to be replaced with a clear expression by the time I turned around sighing with disappointment.

"Well... Breakfast is going to have to wait..." I subconsciously begin to pout as I thought about the long ride I still had ahead of me and how hungry I was...

I should have brought some hunting tools with me, 'damn it all' I mentally cursed.

"...then... why did you help me?" I was pulled from my thoughts by the vampire as he gazed at me with an unreadable expression as he waited for my response.

My brows furrowed and my face took on an empathic expression as I gazed back at the vampire and answered honestly, "because it was the right thing to do... it felt wrong to just leave you there to die, I could never live with myself if I had".

The vampire's eyes searched for any detection of a lie and found none, his eyes widen for a moment as his expression morphed into this mix of confusion and sadness, he genuinely looked so lost at the idea of a human... wait no, that anyone would help him...

Were vampires not a helpful bunch to their own kind or something? Pretty sure that's a touchy subject so I won't ask, his green orbs cast their gaze toward the wall over to his left as he appeared to be in thought.

'I think I might have sent him on a self-journey at the moment...' I stood there in silence for a moment, not wanting to disturb his train of thought and also not really sure what I should do next...

I mean, I helped him...yay? But now what? I can't just untie him, he could still very well attack me and I don't really think I should leave him here.

He could starve to death and if I feed him he could gain the strength to break free, oh god did I not think this through...

After coming to the realization that I am a flipping idiot, I immediately begin to beat myself up over the fact, 'how did a fool like me ever manage to make it as far as I did in life?'

This was a tough world and it's a well-known fact that you need brains and commons sense to last long in this life so how did I make it as far as I did and is this where it ends for me?

'I really hope not...' a moment of silence as I pay respects to my fading life, may it rest in peace...

"Thank you" My head snapped up as I stared wide-eyed at the vampire, question myself if I heard right.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you right? I was lost in thought" The vampire frowned as he repeated himself.

"I said, thank you, I am not without manners, I am sorry that I went as long as I did on saying it, I didn't get a good look at my attackers as you said and I assumed that you might have been one of them... I never imagined that anyone would ever extend me any kindness" His face though was strong and clear of any emotion, his eyes told a different story.

They showed pain, gratitude, betrayal, a slight willingness to trust though it was also still clear that he was on guard and doubtful, like he couldn't believe it true that anyone would dare to be kind to him.

I offered up my best smile as I replied, "You are welcome... and honestly do not trouble yourself over it, I'm sure waking up bound would give anyone the idea that they were in danger, and I'm sorry about that" The vampire remained silent, still unreadable even his eyes were too this time around.

"No, you made the right call, had I not been tied up... I'm sure I would have drained you in your sleep" My smile fell off my face as it was replaced with a disturbed and worrying look.

The vampire took notice and apologized, "I'm sorry, I should have kept it too myself" I tried to reassure him that he had no need to feel sorry and that I appreciated the honesty (at the very least).

"...very well"

I was becoming more uncomfortable the longer this went on, so to hide that I turned my head ever so causally toward the window to break eye-contact while also taking a slight break from this whole ordeal and suddenly became aware of the time.

"Oh darn!" This made the vampire curious for my little outburst as he questioned.

To be continued➡️

#Vampire Gaara #Gaara #gaara of the sand #suna no gaara #Naruto #reader insert #Vampire AU #alternate universe #fanfic #short story #part 1 #chapter 1

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an-enigmatic-mind · 4 years

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That story about the little girl & the magnets is probably true lol I went to a Christan school & lemme tell you some kids/parents are just Like That™ I had a friend who was afraid of ladybugs (yeah) & swore they bit, I showed her a book that said they didn't & "mom told me only facts from the Bible are true" Her mom yelled at me at field day for having a Lion King lunch box "Shakespeare worshiped Satan & wrote of His evil deeds" had no idea wtf she was talking about till I got to HS

Oh I don't doubt that people like that little girl and her family exist. Not 1 teeniest bit. 😂😂

The things mainly surrounding the magnet didn't add up for me that the little girl was somehow able to hold to magnets together for an extended time. Magnets that were somehow strong enough to just shoot off but couldn't resist her pushing it together. I think they tend to be heavy too. So like if this was a little little girl getting those together just by hand ain't easy. Then the "wait till she figures out gravity" I can believe a tween can say that; maybe a little younger. But like if they're tweens is it possible that the other kid never saw a magnet before? And the thing sticking to a fence just shooting off and sticking to a fence.

coub

#I really didn't need to put this much thought into this lmfaoo

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athedemonsqueen · 4 years

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The King and Queen of Kattegat (Vikings)

Chapter two

Ivar kills one of his men in anger, the blood spills all over and onto Ivar as the man drops dead onto the floor. He throws the knife to the floor and screams.

“I was tricked out of my own home by a woman!” He shouts as he turns to his brothers.

“It’s no one's fault but your own!” Hvitserk said.

“Is it?” He sneered. He approached Hvitserk and came close to his face. He growled, turning around.

“I want to know who she is!” He demanded.

“Ivar, she is Yrsa.” A young warrior said, coming forth.

“Yrsa? How do I not know her name but she knows mine?” He questioned. His voice softened remembering their first meeting on the boat.

“She is a raider and a Pagan like us…”

Ivar could not understand why a Pagan, a Viking, would attack her own kind. It is just as confusing as Ragnar having a love for the Christans.

“Well, if that is the case, she will not have Kattegat for long, we will regroup and attack and claim back Kattegat.”

The men cheered in excitement. Except his brothers, they never supported Ivar in anything he did. He is the most unloved son of Ragnar, and Ivar carries it with him everyday.

Later that night, Hvitserk approached Ivar. Ivar sat on his bed with his head down. His expression is mellow, as it always has been.

“How do you not know about Yrsa?” Hvitserk said.

Ivar looked up at him, “I wonder myself.”

“She is a lot like you, Ivar. She is a cunning warrior and swift-” Hvitserk smiled, “I’m sure you saw her in action today!”

Ivar sneered through his nose. “She is like a fox,” Ivar mumbled.

Ivar went to sleep that night with a heavy heart. He even sometimes cries to sleep. No one knows of this except Ivar.

Tonight he dreams. He is crawling on his arms through a pool of blood. There is fire around him and screams. He lifts his head up to see Yrsa holding a pile of heads in her hands and her axe in another. Her back is turned to Ivar until she turns around. He is frightened at first, but then everything turns different. The blood turns into warm water. The fire vanishes and the screams and heads are nowhere to be seen.

Yrsa is in a white gown with flowers in her hair. She bends down to Ivar and lifts him up. He towers over her as she smiles. Then all his hate and anger goes from him. Ivar looks down to see dead foxes and snakes around his ankles.

Ivar jumps from his bed and falls to the ground. He hits his head, but he is alright. He cries a little bit from the horrible dream, and realizes that Yrsa is a menace to him. She has to be stopped, before she does something worse besides killing him and raiding neighboring towns.

Ivar pushes himself back up and goes out into the early morning. He is on his way to the neighboring town next to Kattegat. He has to remain unseen through the pass or risk getting caught. He will ask help from that village to take back Kattegat. It’s his only chance of hope. Although Ivar is not a favorable person, he multptive and he could persude the people to help him.

I ready my horse with food and small supplies. Today I’m going to see the countryside of Kattegat. I figure they have good soil to farm. Forde approached me and took my hand,

“Where are you going?”

I removed my hand from him quickly, “I’m going to the countryside to explore some more land.”

“By yourself?” Frode questioned.

“I need a little me time.”

“Me time?” Frode questioned.

I got on my horse, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” I patted my back which laid my two swords. In some way I wanted Frode to come with me, in another way, for his protection I wanted him to stay behind. I find he is the only precious thing to me. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds before I took off.

The air going up the mountain was much fresher than in the village. It brought comfort to me. Spring time is almost here. I stopped at a small garden, perfectly intact. Despite my being depicted as a monster, I enjoy the beauty of nature. The smell of blood can sicken me sometimes.

I bent down to the flowers and began to pick them. I ruffled them up and stuffed them in my pouch. They will be perfect for medicines.

I suddenly heard the noise of a horse clapping against the ground. It was close, too close for comfort. I got up very slowly and turned. There he stood. His eyes narrowed down to me and a devious smile. Although foolishly, he is hardly armed. I gasped softly.

“You are Yrsa, yes?”

“And you are Ivar the Boneless?” I asked, steadying my voice.

“Yes.” He cocked his head to the side.

Quickly, I drew my swords from my back and pointed them to him. He laughed menacingly.

“You are a foolish woman.”

I lowered my swords slightly, as he continued to laugh, “Is it true they say you are crippled?”

His smile disappeared as he got off his horse. He struggled slightly reaching for his walking stick. He looked as though he was in great pain standing up, but he was determined nonetheless. I admired it. I will admit that. I scoffed, letting my guard down.

“How can you be alive still?” “You can’t even stand!” I exclaimed.

“I’ve been crowned King of Kattegat!” He said,

“Yet, you allowed me to take it!”

“I DID ALLOW YOU TO TAKE IT!” He screamed, the vibrations ran through my body shaking me.

He withdrew his sword and pointed it to me. “You will give me back Kattegat!” “It is my home, not yours and you have no right to take it from me!”

He tried hard to maintain himself, he looked as though he wanted to cry, but he hid it well behind his raging anger.

I laughed, climbing back onto my horse. “I must confess I was worried about how to deal with you, but now that I see you close, I now know you are not a threat to me!”

An arrow suddenly went past my head and into the tree behind me. It shocked me and Ivar. It gave me the notion he is truly alone. Three men rode up on the hill in front of us. Three men with black horses and wearing crosses around their necks.

“Christians!” Ivar said, struggling to get on his horse. For the first time, I’m truly afraid but I do not show it. The three men slowly removed their swords. I removed my sword at the same time.

“Ah, how lovely!” I said I narrowed my eyes at them, “Fertilizer!”

I attacked swiftly, although I was quickly knocked off my horse. Ivar stood and watched until then.

He growled in frustration. He withdrew his sword and attacked. “Where did they come from?” I cried.

“I’ve been fighting with them long before you came!” Ivar shouted. I killed one.

I got back on my horse and that’s when the bells tolled in Kattegat. We both looked at each other and began to run off to Kattegat.

I must not allow him to reach it. Because when he is done with the Christans he will come for me. I took my sword and swung it at him. I missed him. He swung at me, but I stopped him with my sword. He suddenly fell off his horse and onto the ground. I scoffed. He then cut the ankles of my horse, causing him to collapse.

I stood on my feet quickly, and looked at him, “Kattegat deserves someone who is able to defend it!” I shouted. The bells still tolled in Kattegat, I picked up my belongings and began to run down the mountain. I left Ivar behind. I let him live for another day. Running down the mountain, I could hear Ivar’s frustrating screams. It made me stop in my tracks. Screams have never done that before. They are not screams of frustration, they are screams of pain.

#ivartheboneless #ivar lothbrok #hvitserk #vikings #Blood #if i had a heart #history #fanfiction

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automatismoateo · 4 years

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Hindus should turn Atheist, to save India. via /r/atheism

Submitted June 26, 2020 at 04:56AM by Sankha_69 (Via reddit https://ift.tt/31mkUkb) Hindus should turn Atheist, to save India.

I am an Indian Bengali atheist , born in a Hindu family. I did not turn atheist , I was born an atheist.

From very childhood I was not at all attracted to the rituals, as it was huge waste of money. Whenever I questioned the rituals I was insulted , my parents said to me,” you are just a child , you know nothing about religion, you don’t know the importance of god, many great men believe in god so you must too, you have become arrogant , why are we even sending you to school. Look at your nephews and nieces they believe in god and they are better in academics than you , you will just remain a low-life farmer while they will become sucessful people, blaaah blaaah blaaaah.......” .

When the Pandits(males) arrive to start the puja(ceremony) the women of the house have to was his feet, which is very misognistic. Apart from personal pujas at home there are community pujas also , too many community pujas take place in a small area and the money have to be given by common people , if anyone dosen’t give they are harassed. They are too many pujas also , in hinduism , as there are too many gods in Hinduism. After the puja ends , the idols are immersed in holy water sources , as there are too many pujas many times blood is drawn between different groups as to who will do the immersion first. During the immersion ceremony , large processions are taken out which literally fucks up the traffic along with very loud DJ sounds in the open streets , 8 to 10 processions per day for almost 3 to 5 days in a single area , say good bye to the Old and the heart patients. Unnecessary bursting of fire crackers at an un precedented scale adding to more sound pollution and air pollution. The large cases of sexual harrasment , rapes during such processions is mind boggling. So much for imaginary super heroes who were not there to protect us from the Islamic invasion.

On every Saraswati (Hindu Godess of Education) Puja my parents would force me to give anjali( divine offering) to Saraswati , so that I can get good marks in Mathematics but every time I scored poor in Mathematics. Yes I got better in maths from class 9 , when I got a teacher who made me fall in love with maths , apart from syllabus text books I also solved many olympiads , out of syllabus text books, instead of memorizing case studies , formulas I learnt general problem solving skills. The sad part is all the credits was taken by goddess saraswati.

When I grew up ,the seeds of Atheism grew big , as I came to know about the obvious social evils of Hinduism . I will describe them elaborately but first I would like to say some thing about it.

Hinduism is very much like Islam , just polytheistic. Hindus are not more liberal than Muslims or Christians . the problem is Hinduism is not a proper religion founded by someone, so Hindus are not united and community driven ,fueled by religion to spread their religious dominance across the world .Hindus of one part do not feel for Hindus of another part , that’s why they got so easily banged by the muslims and christians .Hinduism is a collection of scriptures – veds, purans, upanishads and practices – rituals , yoga , ayurved, many of which have already been corrupted by the majority upper caste Bramhins and Kshatriyas to consolidate their social dominance over women and lower caste people , even before Judaism, Islam and Christanity were born. When the muslims invaded India they called the people of Indian Subcontinent Hindus( persian word which means – people of the Sindhu river) , at that time in Different parts of India different sects of people( Marathis, Gujaratis, Bengalis, Tamils, Shikhs, Kashmiris, Rajputs) worshipped different vedic gods in different ways , each region had a prime god of worship, these different sects did not go well along with each other , even between their own sects they were divided into many kingdoms. Now when the british planned to conquer india they were not so effective in countering the muslims , as muslims tends to be more community oriented, will do anything to save islam and they also had support of many hindu rulers. The British divised an ingenious plan , they divided the Hindus and Muslims by giving an identity to the Hindu rulers that all Hindu rulers of Indian subcontinent belong to an original, ancient, prosperous , common, vedic religion of India called Hinduism and that the muslims had looted them, destroyed their temples, thus Hinduism was born.

Now the many social evils of Hinduism-

Misogny – Hindus worship a menstruating woman – Kali, Girl childs are worshipped as Goddess but when they grow up they are not allowed to enter the main shrine of temples as they are of menstruating age. Menstruating girls are considered as impure. What hipocrisy.

Female Infanticide(banned by British) – Killing of girl childs by immersing them in milk and playing a band during the process to supress the voice of the dying child. Girls were married along with huge amount of money and gold , that’s why girls were seen as a burden on family , so they were killed . It led to one of the most serious crisis in Indian society , for every 1 girl there are 10 to 15 boys . This led to rise in rape cases , in many rural areas 4-5 brothers married 1 girl. Modern Hindus still dosen’t accept this, their excuse- it is not in the vedas , so only few people did it.

3.Sati(Banned by British ) – Buring alive of young widowed girls along with their dead husbands. Raja Ram Mohan Roy during Bengali Hindu Renassaince championed this cause and got it banned with the help of British. Ishwar Chandra Vidya Sagar another Bengali revolutionary started widow remarriage . All these were met with huge dissent from the hindus . Modern Hindus , especially of North India denies it and hates Raja Ram Mohan Roy and Ishwar Chandra Vidya Sagar and call them British dogs , their reason , well you already know what it is.

DevDasi System(Banned)- The aristrocratic temple priests used to run brothels inside the temples . The most beautiful Hindu girls chosen to dance before god and then sexually exploited by the Kshatriyas and Bramhans.

5.Breast Tax(Banned by British) – The lower caste women were not allowed to cover up their breast, the upper caste men had the right to touch their boobs any time for pleasure. This happened mostly in south India. Those who wanted to cover up would have to pay a heavy tax depending on the size and weight of their breast and it was measured by aristocratic men lifting it by hands. Things changed when a woman covered her breast and when the men came for the tax , she cut her breast and gave it to them . After that a huge revolution started and it got banned.

6.Caste System- This is the most pathetic problem in Modern Indian Hindu Society . The Bramhans and Kshatriyas had all the privileges – education , money , even drinking water and food . The shudras – dalits are seen as lower caste they didn’t have any rights. Their only duty is to serve the uppercaste . They were economically , physically, sexually exploited for thousands of years , starting from the Vedic civilization. Those who rose against the upper caste are killed in the name of god.

Honour Killing – If a Upper Caste girl marries a Lower Caste boy , the girl’s family kills both of them by hiring murderers. There are still a special type of injustice system in many rural areas called Khap court , where the girl is gangraped by the men of whole village on charges of eloping. Again don’t be surprised if Indian Redditors denies it.

8.Economic exploitation – A large amount of social welfare money are wasted by all levels of Indian goverment in organising festivals for appeasement politics , that’s why development work is so slow in India.( Same is true for Muslims and Christians), bcoz Indians put religion above development and then cry when China bangs India from the front . Earlier also Bramhins and Kshatriyas fooled people to keep money in temples , saying god will protect them and then later looted the money .

Indian War of Independence – Yes , this might come as a surprise , but it’s true. The cancer of religion is so deep rooted in India that no Cultural and Scientific Revolution took place in India like Europe , America , China. What the common people will do was decided by their masters. Now the British favoured the masters , the british protected them against people’s discontent and rivals , in return they will be under british rule and supply everything the british needs. The masters enjoyed huge luxuries till they are British puppies. Problem arised when the British started interfering with the religious beliefs of the masters . Actual freedom fighters(Gandhi , Nehru) saw this as a chance and joined hands with the treacherous masters , now they have the support of whole India to overthrow the british. So the Indian independence was never a true one , the people never fought for real development and rule of homeland rather they just wanted to stop the british from interfering in people’s religious matters , which of course were the social evils I mentioned above. Basically we traded one oppressor for another.

10.Psuedo Science – This topic is vast , there are innumerable examples. Hindus always insisting areoplanes, internet , nuclear missiles were invented during the Vedic ages. The wooden scriptures are still ok to this day but their aeroplane , missile factories dissapeared , I don’t know how ? Cow urine can cure cancer, corona .

You see why I mentioned the “Banned practices “ is bcoz it was banned by the British. The British didn’t touch the Caste System and it is still there. Had the British not banned the others , they would also have existed to this day. The cancer of religion is destroying India.

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rosegivy · 3 years

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Chapter 1: The Quest

Prince Allistor of Laurendia sat in the strategy room, surrounded by his most trusted advisors. The strategy room was his favourite room. Although lately he had been spending more time in there than in the field like he would prefer. A sickness was beginning to take control of his body. The doctors feared that soon he would not be able to walk. Already he had lost the ability to make fine gestures, limiting any signing to a trusted scribe that never left his side. At the moment, they were gazing at a map that covered most of the large table the six men sat around. Little clay pieces represented the soldiers of their kingdom, a bright red one signifying their king.

"Are you sure Bataaar?" The prince asked gravely.

"It has been confirmed by several witnesses your highness." The thin man confirmed stroking his oily mustache nervously. "I am... terribly sorry." The Prince gestured and the man bowed and quickly left.

The silence in the room was heavy as the men each said their prayers silently. Prince Allistor furrowed his light eyebrows and closed his eyes for a moment. All the men waited in anticipation for his next move. Finally, he opened his eyes. A single tear streaked down his pale skin from a watery blue eye. With trembling fingers, from ailment and grief, the prince knocked over the red piece.

"The King..." His voice cracked. He swallowed and tried again. "The King has fallen. Gentlemen, we must decide our next move."

The general cleared his throat. "The enemy has forces coming at our army from every available escape route." His fingers traced the paths on the map. "Despite the great-" he glanced at the Prince, soon to be king, quickly, "-loss our scouting mission was able to confirm this much. Their army is larger than we thought. If we don't surrender soon, we will lose the little men we have left."

The royal advisor to the previous king slammed his palm on the table, a powerful gesture despite his diminutive stature. "We can't just surrender! We are too proud for that."

"And where will that pride get us?" The head archer shook his head. "Our king has died; our men are outnumbered and will soon follow if we don't save as many as we can. It's not worth the fight."

"We can strike a truce?" The affairs minister offered, albeit silently.

The treasurer laughed. "A truce? And what can we offer that is more enticing than them taking everything? It would take them less time to conquer us than it would to form any kind of treaty. We are at our brink."

"Is that it then? We call our men back?" The general asked. "Tell them their brothers died in vain, that there's no hope?"

"It's a hard thing to do, but it's the smart thing." The archer replied simply.

"It's the cowardly thing." The advisor rebutted.

"Your highness what shall we do?" The advisor asked the prince. The blonde man studied the map. Everyone had their eyes on him.

"The mountains?" He finally asked.

The general answered. "This time of year, they are covered in snow at the elevation required to evade their forces and are especially prone to avalanches. We don't have the equipment, or the skill required Sire."

The prince nodded. "There is no way we can escape this without killing all our men? Not even the slightest chance?"

"None your highness."

"And Laurendia has nothing to offer. No kind of bargaining chip?"

"Afraid not your highness." The treasurer said.

The court physician and resident brewer cleared his throat. "Actually, there is a way Sire."

"What is it Bonli?"

"You can get married."

The prince grumbled in frustration. "Bonli this is not the time or place to discuss old rituals." He had no desire to get married or be in a romantic relationship. Something he and his father had fought about before.

"If your highness marries into their family our kingdoms would be bound by the covenant and our people's culture can survive."

"But they don't have a daughter I can marry even if I wanted to Bonli. This plan is flawed."

"Yes, they do sire, Princess Christan."

The prince stroked his chin. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Princess Christan is your age mate your majesty. However, she was cursed by an evil sorcerer." The others in the room shudder at the mention of a wielder of magic. "He said the only way for her to be freed from the curse is if she was rescued and given True Love's kiss."

The general and some other men laugh at this. "True love?" The man bellowed. "There's no such-" The prince raised his hand cutting him off.

"Do you believe this Bonli?" Prince Allistor asked him.

"Sire I believe that if she is saved from her predicament, I can procure something for her ailment and she will be suitable to marry, saving our kingdom." Bonli replied confidently.

"What is this curse and how do you know you can cure it?"

Bonli chuckled lightly. "All curses are just sicknesses that have not been cured. I am the best at what I do. As soon as I can run a diagnostic on her I should be able to cure her, no matter what it is."

"We don't have much of a choice, do we?"

"I am afraid not your highness."

"Then we're doing this." The treasurer opened his mouth but before he could reply Prince Allistor cuts him off. "I will not let my kingdom be conquered and I will not let my men fight a futile battle. If that means I must wed, then so be it.

"There's another thing your highness."

"What is it Bonli?"

"The place the princess is being kept in is guarded by a ferocious beast, a dragon." All the men gasp at the mention of the monster. No one in the kingdom has ever slayed a dragon. They were a rare occurrence now a days thanks to eradication of magic in the not too far away kingdom of Camelot. But stories were still told about them to strike fear to the listeners.

The prince lifted his hand and watched carefully as it trembled before him. He could already feel the energy draining from the rest of his body. "I am in no position to slay a dragon and most of our soldiers on the battlefield. We also can't leave the kingdom unguarded completely."

This time the general spoke up. "There may be a way your highness. There is one who has claimed to have slain a dragon. They call him the black knight. He is a fearsome warrior known for his heroic deeds throughout the land. He is passing through this kingdom on his way to Camelot. We could acquire his services."

Prince Allistor was torn. He knew what he had to do, but he did not like the means. Since when did they get foreigners to fight their battles? If it weren't for his sickness, he would be doing it himself. Then again it was this kind of recklessness and pride that got his father killed.

"Call him in and tell him of his quest. Remind him that he will be rewarded greatly. This needs to be done as soon as possible." The general stood up, bowed his head and exit the room. The Prince addressed the rest of the room. "In the meantime, we will do everything we can to stall this war. And pray that this will be enough."

"Your highness, what about the true love?"

Prince Allistor replied gravely. "There is no such thing."

#first chapter #kingdom #medieval #war

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sacrisomnia · 4 years

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@smugliar // cont.

A graveled hum in his throat, the soft bass is sure to muffle that making it go unnoticed. His dark eyes look down at his now empty glass of whiskey, somehow wishing it would refill its self.

He’s sure to catch the blonde coming by, hips swaying hypnotically, tipping her for a new refreshment.

❝ Lady Luck works in strange ways, oveja. Always brings me the good stuff first hm?” An empty cheers, melted ice twinkling against the glass.

Ace wouldn’t vocalize his want to see Smith nor the others. Never. But they all understood that struggle. The paranoia and trauma that no one else possibly would. He was itching to talk about it, those thoughts would remain bottled up like a shaken bottle of champagne, ready to burst.

Words caught up in his head, but tongue keeps skill;

Glad to see you too, kid.

❝ Considerin’ I’m here among these beauties? Not too bad, not too bad…❞A casual shrug, posture hiding the tense pool in his gut. ❝ As for your elephant in the room? I don’t think we need ta show our hands as to how that’s going hm? Mierda feels like some sick dream..❞

A nod towards the curly-haired visitor, a twirl of the corner of his lips. ❝Surprised ya even came in here, bein’ the little Christan boy you are.❞

“I’m pretty sure I haven’t stepped foot in a church for almost ten years now,” Quentin admitted, sliding the backpack off and finally sitting down. It came out less defensive than it might have been, but more melancholic. Such a strong song in his adolescence, now practically forgotten since he’d return. (And he’d never, ever count Campbell’s Chapel.) The oscillating lights kept the flesh of the chair a mystery until he sat down. He was expecting diner plastic with painful holes gutted by picky hands and made noise when you slid along it. Instead, it was some short velvet--or velvet-adjacent--and while still somewhat stiff, aesthetically it matched the faux-decadence of the club.

“But yeah. Life’s a real pipe dream now.”

He rested his elbow on the table, using it to hide his staring at the wall, laying out his cards of his exhaustion to quickly get out of accidentally drawing any attention. If any of the women tried to approach him, he’d be embarrassed enough to withdraw fully, and--god, he’d still feel guilty not being able to help a woman who just wants to pay bills. But he needed the money, too.

Quentin didn’t want to talk much about dreams and dream-similes. His brain was a mandelbulb of mists and woods and blood and boiler rooms and a creature so big, so incomprehensible, that all he could begin to grasp was that it was devouring them, and quite possibly still was in some way or dimension. His body didn’t always feel like his body because it really, really wasn’t; it was just a rebuilt simulacrum from when he died for the first time. It felt like he knew too much about reality now. And when trying to survive under the colonization of absolute knowledge, thinking about it alone might just render him insane. He knows it’s happened to some of the others.

“Figured I’d bite the bullet,” he huffed. Definitely wasn’t going to wait outside in dark jeans and a heavy backpack that trapped the sweat on his back. He hated the cold so much, felt it so often in Ohio, that he’d forgotten to save any aggravation for the summer until it was suffocating him. “God only knows how long you’d stay in here, I wasn’t risking that in this heat.” Ace’s own lotus-eater machine, an eternity outside would only be a few hours for him, and still never enough. Quentin would have to enter sooner or later at that rate, dragging Ace’s half-dead but still-flushed body out into the sun.

Quentin gave a pointed look. “How long were you planning on being here? I’d rather talk about some stuff...somewhere else.” He gestured, indicating vaguely to whatever somewhere else may be.

“Do you have an apartment or something? I can buy us food if you want to go crash.” He was unsure if that last bargaining chip was too much, or just not enough, but he wanted out of this place, and he wanted out with Ace. He came almost halfway across the country for this man--possibly a mistake--and he wasn’t leaving without answers. Without reassurance.

#*threads.#smugliar #*post-realm.#guess i gotta reupload it as a new post because tumblr fucking hates me and just HAS to make me stress out over this shit #:y

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bitter-ruin-cbs · 6 years

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=The McClair Family Record=

Despite what her records would say, Sam McClair, RED Sniper, and Christan Brutal Sniper did have a family.

Her mother, Dana McClair, a loving and caring women who had been working towards her medical degree died during labor giving birth to first her twin Christian and then her. Her brother was taken in by the mom's side of the family while they shoved Sam onto her father, proclaiming her as evil.

As a devil.

Her father, Taten McClair who was once just a grumpy man that loved his wife and wanted nothing more than to raise a family and be a good father had been crushed that day. His everything seeming to fall at his feet. He raised her but after Dana's death became a heavy alcoholic and an abusive parent, blaming the child for his wife's death after he heard about the rumors from the mom's side about what would happen if twins were born while ignoring the own curse on his own family.

The cruse that followed the McClairs, picking and choosing who would be unfortunate enough to have it. A cursed life of immortality where ageing would be slow and the only true way to die would be the destruction of the poor souls heart had been brought on by a demon, or maybe an angel, the records and verbal history of it being lost with time as the family became fewer and spread out from Germany to Australia where what remained became fodder for the war over Australium.

He, of course, has long since been dead by now. The man having remarried after shoving his own daughter into a juvenile facility and giving up his parental rights to her soon after.

Christian McClair was a good man, growing up around a loving family before as the years trickled in he found himself being drawn more to war, to violence, to death. By the time he was old enough he joined the ongoing war accompanied by a strange man that would appear and disappear at random, the man would always wear white and had his face and hands always covered. Soon after Christian became a Brutal Sniper, closely following his twin sisters path of being a Brutal as well. But while he had a Pure spy to balance him out, keep him in line and safe. His twin, Sam did not.

Christian died from a fatal wound when he no longer became controllable when his aggressions of a Brutal became to dangerous. He died in the arms of the one who had ended his life, his lover Cain. The Prue Spy.

The only thing he had on his mind during his final moments was how he had wished he had been there more for his twin.

Sam has a step-brother named Daniel, they had only met once when he had tracked her down to tell her that her twin had passed away but he seemed like a level headed and nice individual. He works for BLU as a Spy, sometimes he would take up the class for Engineer depending on who was on his team. He was good at both but liked being a Spy far more as he was good with stealth and tracking enemies down. Hopefully, he hadn't been saddled with the curse as well.

Her Uncle, Domik McClair had an equally tough life and was one of the few with the curse, but unlike Sam where she had years of peace, of love, of acceptance and stability he had never had that. Domik now a Brutal Medic, runs an Asylum hidden in a dense forest where he performs experiments on those whos unfortunate fates run into him. His experiments can cross between splices to grotesque abominations, but behind his insanity, he still only wanted to help people. But that had been lost years ago.

Though he mainly stays in his dilapidated Asylum he is aware of his niece's presence and dotes on her like a loving Uncle. Despite everything he cares about her, the only family member he has left alive and the only family member to treat him as an equal, as someone they care for.

Everyone else from the mom's side to the dads has either died or been lost to time.

The only thing Sam is aware of when it comes to living family is her Uncle.

#ic intrest #headcanon #sam's history #family history

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danishstrongstyle-blog · 6 years

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100 questions

1. List 5 things you want to do before the year ends.

Get this Tumblr thing going

Start my diet and work out more

Read some more Pieget

Start cleaning

Get more positive

2. What color are you pants right now?

Grey

3. Favorite motivational quote.

“You’re much stronger than you think you are. Trust me.”

4. When was the last time you drank coffee?

Yesterday. It was glorious.

5. What was the last thing you ate?

Ceasar salad

6. Favorite animal.

Bear, wolverine or wolf. Can’t decide

7. Favorite song.

”Short Change Hero” - The Heavy

8. Last movie you watched?

‘’Split’’

9. Any turn ons?

Curves, eyes, tattoos, selfrespect 10. Any turn offs?

Ignorance 11. List 4 big words off of the top of your head.

Hate

Respect

Whole

Future

12. What are some meaningful movies?

”Boondock Saints” (yep), “Kongekabale”, “Pumping iron” and “The Wrestler”.

13. 2 most important people in your life right now?

My mom and brother.

14. What are 3 things you want to do before the month ends?

Cleaning my apartment

Finding some music for my bus rides

Trimming my beard

15. When was the last time you read a good book?

Thursday.

16. How long do you study for usually, if you study?

Hours and hours.

17. Do you have any nicknames?

Kaas and Quark.

18. Favorite kind of perfume? (fruity, alluring, etc.)

Don’t have any to be honest

19. Do you have any international friends / friends who live out of state?

Would’nt call them friends-friends but yeah; America, UK, Iceland and Rumania.

20. What is something unique that you do every single day?

My morning rutine; make breakfast, pack my back and putting on my shoes; right shoe then left.

21. If there was a movie based on your life, what would it be called?

”Through pain and tragedy, he became king”

22. When was the last time you bought a gift for someone?

Over a month ago; bought food and coffee for a friend in need

23. Are you a shopaholic?

Sure, when I have the money for it

24. What are some songs that always make you feel better?

Anything by Mötley Crüe

25. List 3 activities that you can only enjoy by yourself.

Shaving my head

Making wrestling promos

Gaming for more than 3 hours

26. If you could live in any biome (and survive) which biome would you live in?

Somewhere with snow, ice and forest

27. How do you like being roused in the morning?

By a girlfriend: Kiss on the forehead, quick rub and a ‘’good morning’’

Some one else: *Get up, you lazy fuck’’

28. How was your day? What did you do?

It was good, I guess. Played Destiny 2 and listened to my playlist on YT while I wrote this.

29. What did your last text message say?

I cant say that. I have confidentiality because of my work as a childen’s educator (pædagog)

30. Do you respond to texts quickly?

Yes, it happens.

31. Who was the last person you called?

My former foster parents.

32. List 5 things that are on your wish list.

Long sleeved shirts

Tattoo

Beard oil and products

Wrestlemania tickets

More friends. True friends.

33. If you were famous, what do you think you would be famous for?

A loyal anchor.

34. Winter or summer?

Winter.

35. What is a quality that all people should have?

Common sense.

36. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would that item be?

Long sleeved shirts from prowrestlingtees

37. What have you been thinking about lately?

Getting that first tattoo

38. What is the secret to a happy life?

Follow your dreams no matter what.

39. What are some phrases you say often?

”Fair”, “I don’t give a shit”, “Sure, what time?”.

40. Favorite food?

It changes but right now? Tartlets (Tarteletter in danish)

41. List 3 wishes.

Losing weight

A Driver’s License

Finding love

42. What are some of your greatest fears?

Being forgotten

43. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?

Nothing, Mr. Officer...

44. Most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (in real life)?

Iceland or Azat of Southern France. Or the Alphes. Scotland perhaps...? Fuck.

45. Spicy food:Like or dislike?

Hell yeah

46. Scary movies:Like or dislike?

Sure. Been a horror fan for years

47. Do you like to travel?

Yes. Even tho it can be a pain in the ass

48. Any regrets?

Nope. They made me who i am; a broken, cheery lad

49. Do you like rain?

Love it. Nothing better.

50. What do you spend most of your money on?

Pre-made salads and energy drinks.

51. Would you rather visit the past or the future?

The past. Being a Whoian I would love to see old London and Venice,

52. Favorite clothing store?

’Din Tøjmand’ or ‘Spejder Sport’ for my work clothes.

53. What is the best advice you can give to those who are feeling down?

Depends on the situation but will tell them the truth, always. Letting them know what great things they have already done.

54. How often do you think about your future? Does it scare you?

Read about nihilism the other that and the fact that it made sense in some crazy way, scared me. But no.. Love embracing the unknown.

55. What angers you the most?

When people use fellings instead of facts.

56. When was the last time you got majorly angry?

When I watched “The Punisher” and thinking about the bad treatment of PTSD victims. That and the corruption of the systems

57. When was the last time you got really sad?

When I lost a future with the most wonderful woman because I’m not a christian

58. Are you good at lying?

Can be..

59. What foreign language would you like to learn?

Spanish and japanse

60. How many languages can you speak and what are they?

English (scottish accent too) and danish

61. How often do you go to parties? If you don’t, what do you do instead?

Not often. Prefer a priavte soummering.

62. What books do you plan to read this year?

”Classical and modern educational theories” and “The Explosive child”. And the Lars Ulrich book as well.

63. Do you have breakfast every morning?

Try to, have to. Oatmeal. 64. Tell us a secret.

The secret in a chili is adding some sweet

65. How many concerts have you been to?

33½. Motley Crue and Ozzy Osbourne were crazy

66. Last hug?

Last hug untill next time

67. Who knows you better than anyone else?

My former ex. Not friends anymore tho

68. Baths or showers?

Hot, steamy showers..

69. Do you think you’re ambitious?

Depends on the subject

70. What song is stuck in your head?

Read my favorite song.

71. Countries you’ve visited?

Norway x 5, Sweden x 2, Iceland x 2, Romania x 2, France, Britan, Scotland, Ireland, north and south, Greece, Luxenbourg, Czech republic, Turkey, Germany.

72. What do you most value in your friends?

Loyalty, common sense and being them selves no matter what

73. What helps you to sleep better?

Sex or tea. Fuck it. Both.

74. What is the most money you have ever held in your hand?

11.000 dkr 75. What makes you nervous?

Performing

76. What is the best advice you’ve ever been given?

‘’Bad biscuits make the baker broke, bro’’ - Jake

77. Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive.

78. First mobile phone?

Can’t remember.

79. Strangest dream?

My old foster parents tried to drive through a tornado, so I jumped out of the car and they sang christan songs going into the eye of the thing. I ran to a old house and met a wrestler, Luke Gallows and we bought a bottle of whisky.

80. Best dream?

Eh... Being the king, baby

81. Who is the smartest person you know?

Depends on the subject but one of my oldest friends from bording school.

82. Who is the prettiest person on tumblr?

How the fuck should I know? I’ve just created this thing

83. Do you miss anyone right now?

No. Listing to rock and drinking coffee. I’m good

84. Who do you love? Why?

What is love? (Sorry..) My mom, brother and best friend.

85. Do you like sharing?

Yep. Strangers or friends, does not matter

86. What was the last picture you took with your phone?

A picture of a model used in Destiny 2 for builds.

87. Is there a reason behind everything that happens?

Sure.

88. Favorite genre of music?

Rock. Metal. Heavy. Trash. Rock n roll, man..

89. If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be?

Antriot (a sweet idiot)

90. Describe your life in 5 words.

Broken

Awesome

Messy

Honest

Fuck

91. Describe the world in 4 words.

Hate

Love

Liars

World

92. Craziest thing you’ve ever done?

Running in a swimming hall, only wearing a g-string

Falling in love with my best friend.

You pick one

93. First three songs in your favorite playlist?

”Short Change Hero” - The Heavy

”Paranoid” - Ozzy Osbourne/Black Sabbath

”Same Ol’ Situation” - Motley Crue

94. Are you more creative or logical?

Creative.

95. Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth?

Hurt someone telling the truth. Soak it up, embrace, move on.

96. What are you most proud of?

When I changed my life, starting at my old boarding school.

No more crime, no more hating, no more darkness.

97. What personality trait do you admire in other people?

Honesty

98. When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing?

Creating a playlist or preparing a meal

99. How do you usually start a conversation?

‘’What do you think about....’’

100. What is the best news you could hear right now?

“Hey baby, you made it. They’re waiting for you”.

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