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ganondoodle · 5 months

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you know what i just saw some more of that weird ass reward for getting all shrines in totk, and tbh im still so

what is that?? there are no dog like sentient species in this version of hyrule?? the most is the sonau themselves but they got no tails??? i dont think anything in this hyrule has a tail like that? and sonau legs are pretty normalish human too areant they? they dont even have proper claws, just veguely longer fingernails- i guess there are the statues in the underground that kinda look like it (they dont got tails either tho do they??) but like ,,, theres nothing you can learn about them right? its never mentioned or even hinted at despite there being so goddamm much of the sonau still just up and functioning- their lil "material deposits" in the depths arent even withered beyond some plants growing on them, all their 'tech' (isnt it just .. magic tho? where the mechanism actually? its usually just some stone animated by green swirlies ... but ill mention that in another post) just runs perfectly like it was made yesterday

where does that thing come from?? and its supposed to the the HERO FROM THE TAPESTRY???? huh????? and its decked out in sonau clothing head to toe with clear gerudo refs too?? that so weird bc youd feel like there would have been some mention of this, especially considering that that thing is on the tapestry and impa(was it her? or purah?) RECOGNIZES ITS THE HERO FROM THE TAPESTRY???? like, CASUALLY even?? like a well known fact ?? did i miss some big lore part somewhere that talked about that dog gerudo sonau thing?? and if its on the tapestry that means it wasnt that long ago really (i mean ... all the sonau shit is still pretty much fully intact so arguing that they came and went in the time between totks past and botws past isnt that plausible either imo ..??) o how come you never see anything from that and yet its somehow completely known for them, and you cannot tell me she saw the abstract version of the hero and then looked at that armor and went thats the same bc two colors veguely matched or what?!! also given that its fully clothed in sonau stuff .. like the arms are literally raurus bracelets .. thingies, but then the sonau where supposedly a complete and unknown mystery until it suddendly came all raining from the sky and revealing its been there and EVERYWHERE the whole time apparently? with the most we knew was some flimsyly made stereotypical barbaric armor set in faron in botw? which i guess is also fully undone by totk since it shares absolutely zero in desing to the 'actual' sonau stuff we got in totk

and if it where some sort of descendant from the mix of kids rauru and sonai kinda .. must have had (unless they did away with zeldas bloodline stuff too .. which .. why even call it zelda anymore at this point lol) then again, where did those features come from (like the tail and red hair, the strange googly eyes? is there a mix of goron in there too??) and how was it then not documented or seen anywhere else?? youd imagine the mutant kids of the first tragically dead king and queen of this hyrule would be known in some way .. that is assuming it was that, but given the weird features no other species has still is ... it just doesnt add up

(i had the awful thoguht for a second that it might supposed to mean the gerudo came from that but .. the gerudo are already there LITERALLY the 1:1 same as in the present, just like all the other species ... which is also disappointing as hell, like seriously? not even different feather colors for the rito? literally the same clothing for the gerudo as in botw but white with golden stuff instead?? some vaguely different zora features? idk ? anything? also the hero would never be gerudo, we know only evil comes from that *explodes*)

if its supposed to be a mystery then they absolutely failed in making it any interesting or intriguing but still something that feels like its part of the world, like botw was very good at giving you mysteries you wanted to talk and theorize about that still felt organic, harmonic with the world, but in totk its all either boring answers or just ... completely out of nowhere and just kinda stumps you (in a bad way)

*sighs* yet antoher ramble rant, this game could have had it all, it was right there on the plate in front of them all they needed to do is grasp at it, why wouldnt you ..

totk will never not frustrate me huh ಠ_ಠ

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #i dont like it #its so?????#why even touch on that #you did all that to botws legacy and then cant even leave the tapestry alone??#its not even a focus #like #what #you act like botw never happened but then insert this into the whole tapestry thing #its also just kinda boring #like look theres sth people wondered about QUICK make it sonau somehow and also raising more questions (in a bad way)#like theres good kinds of confusion but theres also bad ones and totk imo does it only bad #no thank you id rather forget that thing was ever mentioned in connection to the tapestry

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rosiesramblings · 1 year

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Even If

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Dedicated to @veryblushyswitch thank you for motivating me to get off my ass and finish this :) I think the fic kind of jumps around, probably because I wrote it so sporadically, but I still hope you enjoy!

The thing was, Steve knew he was being ridiculous. The logical side of his brain was well aware that his feelings didn’t make sense. But, over on the emotional side of his brain, Steve’s abandonment issues were going into overdrive.

It started with Claudia Henderson, of all people. On a brisk fall day when Steve and Eddie had stopped at Dustin’s house to drive him to the arcade, Mrs. Henderson came bustling out of the house with a small potted plant in her hand.

“Eddie, dear,” she called, “I saw this at the garden center the other day and it made me think of you,” and she thrust the potted plant to Eddie through the van window.

It was obvious to anyone who looked at the weird plant why it reminded her of Eddie - the leaves were spiky and dark green, with bright pink veins running through - the plant’s whole vibe was fuck around and find out. It was altogether about as metal as a plant could get. It made sense that Mrs. Henderson would think of Eddie and only Eddie. Or at least, that’s what Steve tried to tell himself, as a traitorous part of his brain whispered, She didn’t get one for you because she doesn’t think of you as anything but her kid’s babysitter. You’re such an insignificant part of her life that she barely remembers you exist when you aren’t right in front of her.

Steve shook off the voice and turned toward his boyfriend, who was wearing an oddly touched expression on his face. Later, he would tell Steve, “No one has ever seen something and bought it just because it reminded them of me.” And that brought up a whole other insecurity of Steve’s, that he was a shitty boyfriend, and he kicked himself for not buying Eddie things like that himself.

The plant, which Eddie named Bridget after frankly too many days of deliberation, took up residence on the trailer’s kitchen windowsill. It was pretty cute, the way Eddie religiously watered the thing every morning, filling a small mug and gently drizzling it into Bridget’s pot. There was something about the ritual that calmed Eddie, and Steve was happy he found joy in taking care of it.

One day, Eddie came bouncing in the trailer with a library book on botany, grinning adorably. “Guess what, Stevie! Plants grow better when they listen to music! Music, Steve, isn’t that so wild?” He ghosted a hand over Bridget’s leaves and hummed, blowing the plant a gentle kiss.

“That’s cool, Eds,” Steve said, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Did you want to go and get some dinner?” It was date night, and it was Eddie’s turn to pick what they did.

“Actually, Stevie, I was thinking we could stay in tonight? I want to play Bridget this song I’ve been working on.”

The logical side of Steve’s brain knew this was a reasonable request, that Eddie had had a long week and probably just wanted to keep the evening low key. The emotional side, which had been taking the wheel more often than not lately, hissed that this was Eddie’s way of letting Steve down easy, that he didn’t want to spend time with him.

That he would literally rather play music to a non sentient plant than to eat dinner with Steve.

Steve worked to keep his emotions off of his face, but apparently didn’t do enough because Eddie cocked his head at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Steve shrunk into himself. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Eddie squinted at Steve. “Hmmmm. Nope. Maybe if you were trying to convince one of the less emotionally intelligent brats, but I know you. What’s wrong?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso. “It’s stupid.”

“Okay,” Eddie shrugged. “You’re allowed to be upset about stupid things. But if it has anything to do with me I would like to know because despite all the shit I give you, I don’t enjoy making you actually upset.”

Steve sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to find a way to string the feelings inside of him into a coherent sentence. Eddie didn’t rush him, just took a seat on the other end of the couch, and waited.

“I know I’m being ridiculous. Like, part of my brain knows that you’re my boyfriend and you lo… like me enough to keep me around. But I guess… I just wonder when you’ll get bored with me,” Steve trailed off.

Eddie’s face was doing something that Steve didn’t know how to read, so he hurried to explain, “I mean, when are you going to find something like Bridget that you decide you would rather spend your time on? What am I going to do when you inevitably find someone who, like, actually understands the nuances of DnD, or fully appreciates thrash metal, or fucking… doesn’t have capital T trauma from all the Upside Down bullshit?”

Eddie reached out and gently took one of Steve’s hands in one of his own. “Stevie. Baby. I need you to listen to me,” he said, his stare so intense that it made Steve’s insides do flips. Eddie took a deep breath, and gave a soft smile. “You are not a placeholder. You are not someone I keep around just until I find someone… ‘better’ for me, Jesus H. Christ. I don’t want to date some DnD nerd who loves metal and is all untraumatized and boring. I want Steve Harrington, the guy who listens when I talk about DnD and asks questions about my campaigns, the guy who lets me play my metal tapes in the car even though I know there’s probably a thousand other things he’d rather listen to, and one of the only other people on fucking planet earth who knows exactly what I went through during Spring Break. You’re it for me, babe. I’m here until you tell me to go.”

Steve blinked. Swallowed. Blinked again. “Oh.”

Eddie snorted, “Wow, Harrington, I pour my heart and soul out to you and that’s your response?”

“No! I just - I mean - I don’t know what to say,” Steve stammered. “Nobody’s ever… really said something like that to me before.”

Eddie’s smile turned soft again. “Well, I’ll say it however many times it takes for you to believe me.”

“Even if it takes a while?”

“Even then.”

“Even if it takes forever?” Steve asked with a nervous smile.

“Even then.”

“Even if I forget sometimes?” His grin grew, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Jesus, yes, even then,” Eddie said with a good natured eye roll.

“Even if -”

“You know what, smartass? Yes, whatever you’re about to say, even then.”

“But what if -”

“That’s it!” With a feral grin, Eddie pounced, knocking Steve sideways onto the couch. Steve knew that grin, and started giggling nervously before Eddie even touched him.

When Eddie dug his fingers into his underarms, however, Steve’s giggles turned to cackles. Eddie would be the first to admit he wasn’t always the best at reading people, but even he could tell that Steve’s laughter was downright delighted. Eddie thought he might melt at the realization that Steve was absolutely craving this.

That didn’t stop him from protesting though. “Eddie, Eddie, no no no nononono,” he pleaded as Eddie spidered his hands down to Steve’s sides. Eddie smiled as Steve desperately shook his head back and forth, grinning big enough to light up a goddamn castle.

“What’s wrong? Thought you wanted my attention,” Eddie teased. “Is it in the wrong spot? Do you want my attention here?” He wiggled his fingers down into the dips of Steve’s hips. “What about here?” he reached down to squeeze at Steve’s thighs. Steve howled, and Eddie, not wanting to end this so soon, walked his fingers back up to Steve’s tummy. Soft giggles replaced the echoing laughter, and Eddie couldn’t help but coo at him.

But then Steve was reaching toward Eddie’s wrists with a new determination. Instead of pushing Eddie away, however, Steve looked pointedly at the ceiling as he placed Eddie’s hands towards the backs of his ribs.

Eddie was going to die from how cute his boyfriend was.

“Baby,” he cooed, flexing his fingers just once to make Steve arch his back. Eddie drummed his fingers on the backs of Steve’s ribs, and Steve tensed in anticipation. He bit down on his smile when Eddie leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re too much,” Eddie said, and squeezed.

Steve absolutely shrieked before descending into wild laughter as Eddie scratched at the space between his upper ribs and underarms.

“This better, baby?”

Steve’s ears went pink, but he nodded through his laughter anyway.

Sensing that Steve was near his limit, Eddie slowed his hands until they just rested on Steve’s ribs. Leaning in close, he pressed a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“I think you might be my favorite person,” Steve whispered.

“Oh yeah? You gonna tell me that every day?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Even if -”

“Oh god, don’t you start.”

#tickle fic #steddie tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #tbh i'm glad this is over with and i can write something else #please enjoy #my fic #lee!steve #give me abandonment issues steve every day of the week #ler!eddie munson

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lupina36 · 6 months

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Knives, perpetrators or victims?

At this point I would like to talk about Knives from Trigun Stampede.

I know in the anime Trigun Stampede they always say Knives is the bad one! But is that really true? In Trigun Stampede, like in the anime, his and Vash's story is illuminated even more and it turns out that Knives only hates people because they were so cruel to him and his kind. They treat the Plants like disposable goods instead of the sentient life forms they actually are. They carried out terrible experiments on their earlier-born sister Tesla, which even caused her death, and they weren't even ashamed of it. For people, the simple statement that Tesla wasn't human was enough. But the fact that she still felt like a human and was basically still a child didn't seem to bother anyone.

I can understand Vash and Knive's shock at finding Tesla's body still in the lab. The two were still children themselves at the time. In addition, no one took the time to explain everything to them or help them process the whole thing properly. From a psychological point of view, Knives causing the ships to crash was wrong, but certainly understandable given his situation.

His hatred for humanity also developed gradually. The way they treated him and his manner was the most crucial point.

At the end of the day, he's just someone who simply sees people as a threat to himself and his kind. And as you can see in Trigun Stampede, he unfortunately has a point when you see how the people who literally burn plants to survive and don't feel the slightest sympathy for them. In the anime, some people even made very disparaging comments about the Plants, leaving no doubt that for them the Plants were nothing more than inferior creatures whose sole purpose is to serve humans and their survival. His desire to free the Plants and create a new type of Plants that are like him and Vash actually seems quite understandable. Especially since he doesn't really plan to destroy ALL people in the universe. Only those who live on Gunsmoke. On the whole, his real goal is to create a homeland for himself and his family in which they can live in peace. And he believes that this is not possible due to past events with people together. Because they will never fully perceive the Plants as sentient beings and, above all, as equals.

He may have chosen the wrong path to achieve his goals. But does that really make him a villain? I would like to know what you think about it.

#millions knives #trigun #plants #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #anime

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unbrcakablc-hcart · 22 days

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What even happened? Who did what?

God, okay, so. This might sound pretty stupid. The first thing I think I should say is that this happened in a group chat off of Tumblr; I don't think many of these people have blogs. It was run/created by... uh. Someone I thought was a friend but I guess ain't anymore. Anyway.

Secondly is that this truly started off in such a dumbass way.

Like. Talking about some real mundane shit. I was essentially going "I wanna swim I've only done that like 3 times tops in my life because I don't want to dirty the water that other people where I'm from could be drinking" because. You know. I live in a desert.

This gets long so. Be ready for that.

tl;dr: lady wants to study my sisters and therefore me by proxy. I don't take kindly to that. She calls me weak and stupid and naive for not keeping my mouth shut in a place where I had originally felt reasonably comfortable with people. Only 4-5 people argue with her and everyone else just tries to act like nothing happened, and one person insisted that I should just try to find common ground and get along. She doubles down on her bullshit and I decide this is a load of shit and leave.

This person whose name I still don't know, so I guess I'm going to just call her Ox because that's the emoji she was using. She pointed out that I can't really be dirtying the water any more than any other creature that gets in it, which... like, yeah, fair, except the point is that I live(d) on a desert planet with very little water and there really ISN'T that much in the way of wildlife on No Man's Land.

Which I know she wouldn't know, because just as I know nothing about her, she knows nothing about me. So anyway. I explain that. And I also make the dumbass decision to mention that my sisters are generally responsible for producing a vast majority of the potable water on the planet.

Because by this point I've been pretty open about being a Plant, right? I don't really talk about it frequently because it's just not something that comes up often, but I'm not hiding it on purpose or anything either. It gets kind of tiring trying to explain the whole thing anyway.

I realize I've made a mistake because Ox talks about how sentient beings producing water is fascinating, and I'm a little on edge, so I go, ahahaha, I guess I probably shouldn't really talk about my sisters.

And Ox is like, "That's not the wrong way to go about it. If you want to protect something, it's best to keep it hidden. Lock it away, never to see the light of day. It's like the advice I'd given to that girl and her Aubade."

Don't know what the hell she's talking about, and I probably overreacted a bit by going okay, noted, won't share anything about myself again, because I literally did not ask for that advice, and do not care for it.

She replies, "It's foolish to announce you have something unique, don't you understand. Unwanted attention, conflict. If you're not cut out for defending it, you should simply lock it away and keep your head down."

Which, again, sure, except it's not like I'm entirely fucking braindead, I know that. That's how I've lived my whole life so far! But I don't care for the implication that I should also be locked away and keep my head down and hold my tongue, because, you know, like my sisters. I Am A Plant.

And this guy I was talking to, I'll call him Columbi, he also picks up pretty quick that this is fucked up and he's like. "People aren't possessions you can cage." Like a decent person, you know?

So Ox tells him that's a naive way of thinking.

Which pisses me 'n Columbi off. Obviously.

And she goes on to say, "It's simple to "lock away" a person. Downplay their capabilities, have them keep their heads down too. Strict rules about who they can and can't talk to, what they can or can't talk about. An open prison. Even if you don't lock them in a room by themselves, you can still keep them sheltered away from harm. The more open you are about their uniqueness, the more they become exposed, the more likely you are to draw unwanted attention. And if they're particularly important or special… you simply run the risk of losing them altogether, if you're not strong enough to protect them."

Which Columbi points out is abuse. Which I recognize pretty quickly as something Nai wanted to do to me to keep me safe, which wasn't what I wanted at all, because ultimately he and I both would ideally like to live without having to pretend that we're something we're not for our own safety, and I thought in a group chat full of people from other universes, I wouldn't have to worry so much about this shit.

I point out that it's real easy to be cruel and that I love (sarcasm) how she thinks the non-naive thing is to be an abusive shithead.

Ox says, "Of course. It's simplicity itself. But if you're powerless to take care of your most precious attachments, you scarcely have little other choice."

Which I disagree with. Of course. I think there are PLENTY of other choices that don't involve that kind of cruelty. And I snark that oh, I see, you're just as powerless yourself, aren't you?

And she goes, "You seem to believe I'm speaking from a place of experience. Which, you may have been right so many decades ago."

So what I get from this is that she's basically talkin' out her ass.

She goes on to say, "I'm quite proud of the strength I've cultivated. I simply cannot condone the actions of those who would brag about their unique abilities or their special treasures without the capability to back them up. Truthfully, your reaction may have been the right one. If you think you're simply too weak to protect your attachments, your possessions, you're simply better off keeping them to yourself and locking them away."

For the record, my reaction has nothing to do with whether I'm too weak to protect the people I care about or not. In my opinion, that's missing the point entirely, which is that I shouldn't fucking HAVE to. Which I guess makes me stupid, weak, and naive.

I'm also pretty sure that I could hand her ass to her, but again, not my point, and it's another thing I feel like I shouldn't have to prove to anyone. But I do tell her that if she gets close to me or anyone else that I care about, that I'll put her out of all of our miseries.

And this is when things start to, in my opinion, get worse.

To summarize at this point: random stranger tells me I'm stupid, weak, and naive for sharing information about myself and being uncomfortable with the response she gave me, after quite a few people pointed out that's just Not Something You Should Say To Someone.

Only three people - two of whom are friends of mine that I know in person, one of whom is a stranger - stand up for me and go this is fucked up. A fourth person is saying this is fucked up but I think she's missing the point but she's also a friend of mine and I guess right now she's okay.

I leave to try to cool off. It's not really that successful but whatever. Everyone just acts like this lady didn't just say some fucked up shit.

Two 'n a half hours later this other gal(?) named Roon says, "While we're all together like this, wouldn't it be best if we tried to get along?"

One of my friends asks how she suggests that to happen, given the circumstances.

Roon answers, "Hmm... I suppose I'm not the best person to ask about this. But it might work to establish some common ground, at least. That might be a little difficult in a space like this, but I'm sure it's possible."

Which I take to mean as, "I don't understand what the problem is, why don't you just be the bigger person and be understanding?"

Because like. How else am I supposed to interpret that.

And because I feel like no one is really understanding why I'm so damn upset, I try to spell it out, and I explain, "All I really wanted was to feel like I could be open about myself and try to make connections with people, only to be in no uncertain terms that I am weak, stupid, and naive for doing so. Right now it feels like my options are to either leave, or to stay and say nothing and lie and lie and lie and say nothing of any real substance and pretend that's fine with me. Given my options, I'd rather tell y'all that it's been real, and that I'm going to spend my time with people I know give a shit about me and don't want me to hide everything about myself. I shouldn't have to fucking prove a goddamn thing to be worthy of the luxury of comfort. Because at the moment, I don't particularly want to be open and establish common ground when it'll be seen as stupid and naive."

Roon says, "I can't stop you from doing that instead, and neither should I. I just wanted to float a second opinion~"

Which. Again. Kind of pisses me off because again, the way I'm reading this, I feel kind of like she thinks I'm overreacting, and that I should just accept the way I've been spoken to by someone who is a stranger to me, who expressed some interest in studying/experimenting on my sisters and by proxy me.

Three hours later, Ox comes back, and instead of even just apologizing insincerely to me, she says, "Apologizing doesn't undo the fact that it's been said, nor do I mean to act like I didn't mean it. If you're strong enough to protect the things and people you care about, by all means. But backing down the second someone makes a comment about it implies to me that you're uncertain if you could. Of course, I even think you're being defensive about it for naught. You are but lines of words upon this relic's slab. I can't even guarantee you're real, or if you're just a fabrication by the relic to amuse me."

The fact that she doubled down on all of her bullshit was the final straw for me, especially with being told that I should try to find common ground and "just get along", so I decide that I've had enough of all this shit, that I don't have to deal with this and that I'm under no obligation whatsoever to prove myself, and I have no interest in trying to convince someone who isn't even sure I'm a real person to give me basic decency, so I left the group chat pretty much immediately after that.

And now everything just really fuckin' hurts emotionally and it's intense enough that it's affecting me physically in a lot of ways and while I could have been kinder and more polite in the beginning, I really do not think that would have improved anything, and I still am under the opinion that I did nothing wrong and definitely did nothing to warrant being treated like that, and finding that a lot of people I considered close friends didn't even want to say anything! Fucking sucked!

I know I shouldn't really be surprised, but I am, because I thought things could be different. Better. And... well. Guess things weren't as good as I thought they were.

So. Super cool. Loved that.

#vash blogs #vash answers #ask #anonymous

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eatommo · 2 years

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Rebuke [h.]{kd6}

Underwear/tentacles

Day 6!

A/N: This is unlike anything I've ever written, I'm also going to add a dead dove tag here, this involves sentient plantlife, and also could be seen as very dubcon or even venture into noncon. There is no active penetration but there is references to it, and there is sex pollen involved, please continue at your own risk. This is also heavily inspired by @beskarberry with her amazing din fic and @absurdthirst for getting me into sex pollen in the first place, and creating this amazingly challenging kinktober lineup!

C.W: Dubcon/noncon, live plants as bondage, sex pollen, firearms, reader fall unconscious and wakes up missing clothes, theres a (poorly written) undertone of horror here, mentions of succubus, some religious references, this man is half demon, keep that in mind.

Working with the B.P.R.D. had its moments, you’ve witnessed exorcisms, dealt with baba yaga on more than one occasion, and now you were dating your closest friend.

Red had sent you down into the historical gardens, in search of a medicinal plant that would help banish the succubus living in a White House bathtub. You were strumming your finger over a flower covered in thin purple dust when your phone starts meowing at you.

“Any luck? Myers is getting his dick sucked in there.” The deep timbre of his voice doesn’t portray a hint of worry, but on the inhale you take he lets out a soft chuckle, “Not literally, but we’re having no luck here.”

Your lips pull into a small laugh, “Nothing I’ve found, Abe is already sending me after something else, but just keep the sage burning for a little while longer.”

“That’s not gonna work, I’ll just have to come to help you.” He sighs into the phone through a smile. He was hard to shake, and since the two of you have confessed your feelings for each other, albeit when you both thought the world was going to end, it's been difficult to spend seconds apart.

“Alright big boy, see you down here.” You smile into the phone. Gods, if the professor was still around you’d both be in for it.

You wonder further into the gardens before coming to a roped-off mausoleum littered with overgrown ivy, and near-rotted caution tape. This has to be the right place, caution tape was typically a beacon in your line of work.

You light a flashlight, only to see a trail of steps leading into a dark abyss, great. You let out an exasperated breath, and let your tired feet carry you down until the light from the garden dissipates.

A few minutes of slow exploration leads you to a giant vine about the width of your arm, it has gatherings of a bright orange flower pearling off of smaller vines like a chain of bells. You bend over, lowering the flashlight to get a better look at the bulbs.

You lift a bundle of delicate petals closer to your face, the bead-shaped flowers have an iridescent quality to them, embracing the first light it has likely seen in ages. A rock a few steps down the hallway startles you as it skids across the hallway and stops with a sharp clack.

Your head on a swivel you bend down to reach for the flashlight in panic, you feel pressure just underneath your ass, and you take a deep breath relieved, “Red, you scared me.”

The silence, and then the tightening around your leg lulls you back into a panic, and you yell a plea a little louder, praying this is some type of sick joke, “Please? You’re scaring me.” A few agonizing beats of your heart, nothing except a loud rustling sound near your other foot.

“Fucking hell.” The two tendrils furl around your legs with astounding strength, as they begin pulling you closer to their source. You strain against the pull of the vines, digging your heels into the cement until you feel your bones grind together.

You scream and scream for the man who had said he was coming to help you, hoping by the small chance he's somewhere close. To your horror, another piece of the plant nudges into your back and the second you lurch away it tightens around your abdomen and pulls you against the stock of the plant with a wet crunch.

A sickeningly sweet yet bitter smell fills your lungs, like over-sweetened coffee. Immediately your skin feels hot, and sweat beads on your brow and you feel the thick tendrils of it snake further up your body, expertly securing you to itself. Offshoots of the plant, a hair thinner than your finger trails up your face and edges itself into your mouth. A rush of the bitter liquid has you blackening out the second it hits your tongue.

You awake to the sound of gunfire, and flashes of an all too familiar muzzle blind you as you attempt to rouse yourself completely. Your man raises the Good Samaritan after a slight pause and a bullet zips past your head and sinks into the stalk with a sizzle.

There's a coolness running down your back, but at first, you are scared it could be blood. Then you realize your shirt is missing, and your pants are being worked down your legs by hair-like fibers.

A piece of your brain screams and thrashes against the bonds, but your muscles are lax, and there's an ebbing pain in between your legs.

With another flash of the muzzle, a chunk of the plant above your head falls free, dripping a wet glob of gelatinous sludge onto your face. Instantly your body is on the precipice of erupting into flames.

You turn into a moaning mess and the commotion stops, two flashlights are shown onto the mangled mess that is your captor.

When his eyes scan over you, it takes everything in him not to smite this place to the ground. The skin of your torso is flushed and bare, the swells of your breast being smothered against your body by the tight grip of this hellish vegetation. Your pants are around your ankles, and he watched with bated breath as these thin fibers toy with the white cotton of your underwear, working the fabric down your hips seductively slow.

He feels like his brain is being rearranged to accommodate nothing but feral and impure thoughts. His fear is replaced with something carnal, and the beautiful sight of his woman strung open and covered in something so potent to make his cock jump out of anticipation? That’s a hard moment to pass on for even a man from hell.

#hellboy #hellboy x reader #ron pearlman #dark horse comics #david harbour #sex pollen #firearms #good samaritan #ive loved this man for too lonog #guillermo del toro

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Can we talk about how no one says the worst villain is cottonmouth? I remember when one of guys did nothing and he killed him?!!! Lets not forget that everything with the plant was his fault, and poor hawthorn! Moon had a prophecy where none of the tribes would survive, if it happened who do you think would cause that? Ok, you got at thoughts?

GRHAORAHAHRAHHRAHHARAHHH I HATE COTTONMOUTH I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!!! Literally the worst written character in the series I need him Erased from the text. I despise Webs, but Cottonmouth is a close second for Character I Wish Never Existed.

Cottonmouth is so boring and uninspired. He is evil and terrible, but not in a fun way. He's not campy or intimidating or anything. He's flavorless. I'm certain eating a plain white cracker would be a more exhilarating experience than reading any of his dialogue. He's so lame it hurts. The way he was introduced haphazardly (along with the fetus) as being the big bads all along just...baffles me. I went into TFOH with literally rock-bottom expectations and was still disappointed in some regards; Cottonmouth being one of them.

He's a lame villain. He's boring. He wants power because he's evil and wants power. He doesn't say or do anything fun. He doesn't symbolize or mean anything to the story that's interesting or compelling. I would take back the Othermind being a talking sentient plant in a heartbeat because at least the Othermind had some life and whimsy in it. Look at this!! They're silly!! Cottonmouth wishes he had the life that he apparently was written to have back like two books ago.

#ask #wof #sp-rambles

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it’s still kinda disappointing that throughout all the game/chapters/patches we’ve never seen some Zakuulans just loosing their shit because of some casual galactic stuff

i mean, you get me, right? they’ve been isolated for centuries and probably have never encountered with aliens/different cultures before Valkorion died. It’s like living in a one small city your whole life without even having an idea of the rest of the world

just take you pick:

Koth literally having a list of the craziest, most weird meals in a galaxy (that even most people of those regions won’t risk touching with a stick) he wants to try. And it's not like he even likes most of them, but just because it's weird and fun and omg are those some kind of fried insects' wings? Give me a pack! Oh, this thing is still alive and probably will try to crawl out of your stomach? I'M ON BITCH. Also he has a whole collections of mini models of Imperial/Republic starships because, yeah, ok, maybe they are less effective and advanced compared to Ethernet Fleet but holy shit the LOOKS!!

some random zakuulans deciding to take a vacation somewhere in the “outlandish” part of the galaxy, and choosing to go to fucking HOTH of all planets. Because like... a planet... THAT IS FULL OF SNOW? AND ICE?? AND NOTHING ELSE?? why would they be interested in megapolises, they already live in one of the most advanced planets in the galaxy? But ilum? tatooine? that’s some unusual shit to go!

SAME zakuulans traveling to more technological worlds and seeing like hutts or ortolans or ugnaughts or smth and be like… is this an animal? it it even sentient?? ho-- WAIT IT TALKS?? HOW THE HELL DOES IT TALKS???? no one knows!

Vaylin scrolling through holonet and purely by accident sees some... really weird plant. like defiantly something alien... but it’s pretty and colorful and has a flower in there and she has never seen anything like it and she really REALLY WANTS-- anyway Arcann ends up getting her a star wars equivalent of cactus... whatever floats her boat i suppose? The more time goes on and she has a whole damn orangery filled with most exotic flowers/trees/plants of the galaxy. Some of them bites but uhh... Who cares?

knights reading jedi/sith code at larfing at those morons cuz lmao they willingly follow the code that forbids them from falling in love, getting married or having a family?? Pfft, jedi, not only you have zero bitches, you have no understanding of basic social human needs lmao??? Also, how is it absolutely legal to kill your own apprentices if you're a sith?? Wtf???? That’s not even surprise they’re loosing every war possible, they're better in exterminating each other than their own fucking enemies!

Senya just randomly asking outlander about other species like:

Senya*points at some alien* is this a human?

Outlander: No, that’s Chiss, they’re humanoid bu-

Senya*points at another*: it that a human?

Outlander: No it’s just a Mirialan, half-lizards

Senya: ok that! *points at miraluka* that IS a human right??

Outlander: no.

Senya: Alright, is there a reason they all look exactly like humans almost drowned in gouache paint? Were they somehow created from human genes? Or did they evolve from us somehow?

Outlander: you ask me??..... I mean... twi’leks were artificially made by Rakata and uh... technically pureblood sith aren’t actually pureblood they... uh... they’re all half-breed because of humans- I d-... I don’t know???

Senya: (ಠ_ಠ)

you know... that would probably go another way as well

#zakuul #koth vortena #Vaylin #senya tirall #swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #text post #incorrect quote #shitpost

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zeb-z · 5 months

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this is me asking you about the qsmp star wars au so you have an excuse to talk more. I'm asking about [insert what you want to talk about here]

rahhhhhhh I’m gonna talk about Etoiles and Roier and lightsabers oh my :]

So Etoiles is definitely a Zelosian - which are literal sentient plants. They’ve got green blood that is more chlorophyll than anything, and can photosynthesize, able to survive up to two months on purely starlight and water. This is something Etoiles relies on maybe a little more than he should, during longer missions when they’re pressed for supplies.

And Roier! He’s humanoid, nothing too special about him, other than his pilot skills and sensitivity to the force. Whatever level of force sensitive that gives him the equivalent to a “spidey sense” if you will, I feel like that’s fitting. He’s definitely a frequent competitor in various ship and pod races across the outer and mid rim, the more dangerous the better - he enjoys the thrill, and the way the unpredictability of it all puts his skills to the test. At some point, he puts good use of those skills to the rebellion, eventually becoming a commander of his own squadron of dogfighters. Your classic X wing space jockey, flying by the seat of his pants with more wisecracks than the carbon scoring left on his hull after a fight.

Rivers is a fellow racer who may or may not find her way to Roier’s squadron fighting for the rebellion. She’s excellent in the cockpit, and excellent on the ground as a soldier, a fighter.

There aren’t a lot of lightsaber users right now, but I’m looking for literally any excuse to give my faves a lightsaber because that’s bitchin. Etoiles has one he took from a fallen Jedi, which he doesn’t use often. He doesn’t have any proper training other than basic similar weapons training until Phil’s little rebellion cell merges with his, and he trains him in what stances he can manage without the force. He gets shockingly good at deflecting shots, considering he’s guided by instinct and practice, and not the force.

Phil, for one of the only Jedi, actually doesn’t have his lightsaber. It fell from his belt sometime during the chaos of the Imperial raid when he had to get his family to safety - Missa had managed to pick it up, but never got to give it back before they were separated. It’s less of a loss and more of a reassurance, honestly, to know that Missa has it. Wherever his husband is, at least he’s protected by his finest weapon when he can’t be there to protect him himself. His saber never let him down when he had used it - he has confidence it won’t let Missa down.

Missa only gets by with a lot of reliance on the force. He’s not completely defenseless or helpless by any means, but he’s no trained warrior. It helps that the saber wants to work with him, the kyber core wanting to protect Missa just as much as Phil does. Like saber like wielder. And when they’re reunited, Phil still has Missa keep it on him, unless he absolutely needs it.

Pac has held a lightsaber before, but has never truly used one in combat. It was for a job he took, part of the cargo he was told explicitly not to look into for a large sum of credits. Of course he looked. But I think the idea of him, in some crazy moment of being attacked by some Inquisitor, having to use the saber in a barely survivable defense, is sick as hell. I think there’s an au of this au where he double wields in fact.

Speaking of double wielding, when Phil gets his saber back and lets Etoiles mess around with both sabers, he absolutely settles on reverse grip, think Ahsoka from tcw.

Foolish doesn’t have any sort of sabers, and he knows how dangerous they are from seeing the Inquisitors in action. However, he does have a few kyber crystals kept away, which is an impressive amount due to their rarity and value, and definitely illegal contraband he should not have. Leo’s favorite is a rather large purple one, in entirely intact and pristine condition. He’d make it into jewelry, some sort of necklace for her, if it weren’t so valued. If he didn’t get the feeling that cracking it into pieces or using it as ornamentation would somehow hurt the thing. Instead it remains at home, their most beloved possession.

Cellbit has a crystal necklace he doesn’t know is kyber, cracked and not quite red but it definitely changes hues and intensity over his life. Upon finding the significance of the force, and the way kyber connects to it, he tries his best to heal the crystal. Symbolism about trying to work through trauma and personal growth or something like that, yknow? When he marries Roier, the ring goes on the same string during investigations, so it never gets lost.

#thank you so much for this chance to just spew qsmp Star Wars nonsense I’m so sorry it’s not organized #keep asking away about anything really jfjskfk anything specific non specific asks like this which I appreciate so so much thank you #many thoughts many thoughts #mcyt #qsmp #sw #qsmp au #z speaks #ask

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Datura’s Daughter

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OPEN & LISTEN/READ ALL LINKS. THIS IS FOR UNDERSTANDING.

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I had briefly read about Datura as a late teen/20-year-old. The plant intrigued me and was always in the background of my walk (studies). She wasn’t of utmost importance to me regardless of Her ever presence. I simply wasn’t ready...until I was.

My stumbling upon Datura in real life was serendipitous and so so unexpected.

August 2019, I was having a full moon stroll with a beloved musical genius. We will call him FireBird.

FireBird and I were discussing the Andromedin star system, and the Arch(acnid)s of Time. He and I tended to get deeply esoteric with each other. He kept up with me AND expounded upon conversation to the point where I found myself having to keep up with him. Despite the craziness of our connection, he and I were kin in that way. Hearts that sincerely sought to be One with Mystery.

Selene in Her fullness beamed down on us. Crickets sang their song, and East Atlanta’s humidity cloaked our skin.

We’d came across his neighbor’s house like we did a million times before, but I guess this night the neighbor’s Datura blooms were at peak ripeness just for us to see.

The flowers held their faces up towards the moon. Their sentient, Gramophone petals bellowing out Her intoxicatingly quiescent aroma. I gasped. Literally. In awe.

FireBird was off put, but I told him it was Sacred Datura, and he trusted my giddy response. Omg FireBird, I read about that plant before, see! Come on!

I innocently went over to the neighbor’s yard and inhaled with my whole lung. I picked a flower and nectar spilled over my fingertips. I eagerly put the flower in his face for him to inhale and experience Her as well.

I was ignorant that an inhale + nectar absorbed through skin alone will send you on a trip- though not nearly as deadly as ingesting the seed. Things got creepy, crawly, hilarious, scary, and <<*~FreaQQy~*>> (freaky::frequency), to say the least. An unplanned Datura encounter is an initiation in and of itself. This animalistic plant tends to stay with you. Your shadow is the humectant, and Datura is the moisture. I have learned that it is possible to come across certain plants and be inside their vortex…indefinitely.

Four years have passed, and I have been inside Datura’s Fib0nacci ever since- with less intensity as time goes on.

Here is some of what She’s revealed to me…

Vision Quest & Flying Ointment

Datura (Thorn Apple, Jimsonweed, etc.) belongs to the Solanaceae family- the same family as tomatoes, potatoes, and bell peppers. She is a weedy perennial, with large trumpet blooms, and stanky, menacing leaves. Solanaceae is unique in that several species contain the presence of strong alkaloids. Alkaloids are multifaceted organic plant compounds, and can be toxic to humans in even low amounts. Within Datura are three tropane alkaloids: atropine, hyoscyamine, scopolamine. Of the tropanes in Datura, hyoscyamine tends to have higher concentration; however, depending on the species + time & place of harvest, tropane concentration may vary. Datura’s alkaloids (as with all Solanas) effect the body in a host of ways, but the most common are pupil dilation; reduced secretions from respiratory, urinogenital, salivary, and other mucosal glands; effects on the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous system; rapid increase or decrease in heart rate.

Datura is a deliriant under the hallucinogen umbrella. In the offshoots of reddit, one can find the r/Datura community where users describe their Datura horror stories. Deliriants (aka derailments) trigger erratic behaviors that can endanger others or self, strong hallucinations, hysteria, an inability to realize that one *is* hallucinating, vivid dreams, memory loss, true dysphoria, and more. Unfortunately for most...Datura’s hallucinations are that of a waking nightmare. Ain’t nothing cute and lighthearted about Her.

Despite Datura’s terrifying association, She has been recorded for medicinal and spiritual purposes amongst various groups throughout the world. I find, as with most toxins and venoms, that the cure is hidden within the poison. It is painfully clear that earlier generations were aware of this knowledge when compared to modern people’s haphazard use of Datura. It seems as though, for the same effects tropane alkaloids cause, they can also relieve them as well.

Datura (+ Her other tropane containing sister flowers) assist with: easing migraines, pain, & muscle spasms; curbing mucosal excess; rectifying cognitive problems stemming from spine injury; settling motion sickness & nausea; regulating cardiac arrythmia; unraveling violent PTSD and sexual traumas; and even calming asthmatic fits (when smoked). Speaking of smoke, ain’t it funny how Datura is in the same family as Tobacco? A common hallucination people report is that cigarettes appear out of thin air- and they have a smoke. Once they’re done smoking, the cigarette reappears again, and they are compelled to do it over again. Is it that during this hallucination, the body is attempting to regain control over respiratory function? Who knows...

According to Kymia Arts, fire neutralizes tropane alkaloids, and ol plant lady Emma Dupree states here (@ minute 13:13) that dried Datura leaves “help em get they breath.”

In homeopathic practices, specialists name those who could benefit from Datura as a Stramonium person. In extreme cases, this person has a deep fear of the dark, fear of danger, homicidal tendencies, an aversion to water, reflective surfaces, and being alone. They can be epileptic, manic, rageful, and schizophrenic. In mild cases, they can be dyslexic, have poor speech, or muscle ticks. I intuit that Datura heals these ailments because spiritually, this person is already in Her realm...and only She can reclaim & set you free. She allows one to overcome their fears by *leaving* it at Her doorstep. For She eats fear and all arcane things for dinner...

On the inverse, Datura intoxication causes extreme dry mouth/throat, extreme thirst, speaking in tongues/babble, auditory phantoms, incoherence, loss of motor function, inability to read, inability to *perceive* danger, and (hopefully) temporary madness...

As I said before, Datura has been used worldwide by a wide range of groups. According to Pharmako Gnosis, the Tsonga of South Africa “use Datura fatuosa in girls’ initiation ceremonies for exorcism. After the ingestion of a decoction of Datura root, the ceremony is marked by dancing, rapid drumming, disrobing, and the invocation of a blue-green pattern of the ancestor spirits” (p. 248).

One of Kalifornia’s indigenous tribe Chumash were known to use Datura ritualistically as well. For them, the main purpose of Datura consumption was to receive the gift of a dream helper. The Chumash chose the female Datura plant, dried Her root, and chewed the dried root during winter [Saturn’s season::Datura’s planetary ruler]. It is reported that their ceremonies with Datura were called Vision Quest (in Chumash Mother Tongue of course). One can even find the term Vision Quest in modern media; a prime example is in the suspense-horror film “Us” directed by Jordan Peele. There is a reoccurring scene where small girl is sent to a creepy mirror filled “funhouse” with the banner Vision Quest over the top. That “funhouse” is akin to a Datura trip...

In India, the powdered seeds were mixed with butter and taken internally for impotence as well as being applied to genitalia to obtain sexual vigor (Lewis 1977:330). Referred to as the tuft of Shiva, the god of destruction, Datura was also used in the form of a liquid extract by thugs - worshipers of Kali, the goddess of fertility and death - to stupefy sacrificial victims. The plant was also given to young girls in India to bring them Into prostitution as well as on their clients (Siegel 1989:21). The leaves were smoked as well in that country to relieve asthma (Lewis 1977:395).

Datura metel. Phytognosis.

In European traditions, plant women were known to create flying ointments containing Datura or another tropane containing Solanas. It is possible that the creation of flying ointments are a part of why women during that time were accusing of “flying on brooms.” It is said witches would apply flying ointments to their brooms, or even to their vuvlas for aphrodisiac effects.

“All of the tropane plants were major ingredients in various “flying ointments,” along with sundry other dangerous and nefarious substances such as water hemlock (Cicuta virosa), hemlock (Conium maculatum), monkshood (Aconitum napellus), opium poppy (Papver somniferum), soot, baby’s fat, bat’s blood and poplar (Populus spp.) Pharmako Gnosis. (245).

Another hallucination people have reported is a feeling of flying, or the sight of levitating beings. I attribute the flying sensation to an increase in heart rate. Interestingly, I have a hunch that users may also be experiencing the essence/spirit Datura’s primary polliantor, the nocturnal Sphinxmoth.

Now I want you to take the time to read this. Below is an instagram caption from artist and chemist Bryan Lehto of Bio Temple Hawaii.

This amino acid (Tropane) plays a critical role in a variety of biological processes, from the formation of bird feathers to the synthesis of tropane alkaloids and the production of polyamine spermidine. The presence of ornithine in nature is a reminder of the intricate connections. Birds are perhaps the most well-known source of ornithine in nature. This amino acid is a critical component of the keratin that makes up bird feathers. Ornithine is an important precursor to the synthesis of the amino acid arginine, which is used to make the keratin that forms feathers. Without ornithine, birds would not be able to maintain their distinctive plumage and would be unable to fly or regulate their body temperature. Interestingly, ornithine is also a precursor to the synthesis of tropane alkaloids. These are a class of organic compounds found in a variety of plants, including belladonna, henbane, and jimson weed (Datura). Tropane alkaloids are known for their psychoactive properties and have been used for medicinal and ritual purposes such as flying ointments for centuries. The presence of ornithine in these plants that underlie their pharmacological effects. Their poisonous berries are spread by birds. Ornithine is a precursor to the synthesis of the polyamine spermidine. This compound is found in all living cells and plays a crucial role in a variety of cellular processes, including DNA replication, protein synthesis, and cell division. Spermidine is involved in the growth and development of plants, as well as the maturation of sperm cells in animals. An intermediate in the biosynthetic pathways of both tropane alkaloids and spermidine are the compounds of putrescene and cadaverine, the odors of death. If we look at the metaphors present in the biological processes of the amino acid ornithine, we see not only the metaphor of flight but the leitmotif of death, the underworld, and the resurrection of new life.”

Cool rite?

Let’s keep going...

Vampire Squid from Hell

When Datura (or any other powerful plant) takes you into its vortex, intel about its occulted aspects finds its way to you without overt searching. She made it clear soon after our encounter that She is a land-dwelling expression of a cephalopod named Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, or Vampire Squid from Hell. Vampyroteuthis Infernalis hasn’t had many extreme changes over the course of its 350-299 million year existence. It is considered a living relic, which means the genetic wisdom of this creature is still intact for us to observe and understand.

One can detect the energetics of Datura in the location, and physiology of Vampire Squid.

Vampire Squid dwells in the Mesopelagic Zone of the Ocean where oxygen becomes sparce. This deepening end of the Ocean is coined the oxygen minimum zone (OMZ). The Mesopelagic is also attributed the phenomena of twilight. Lingering sunlight wanes rapidly into darkness, and temperature sharply declines as depth increases. The lines between the surface waters and the abysmal deep begin to transition here. Let’s consider the Ocean’s surface, or Epipelagic Zone as Datura’s inviting flower, and the abysmal home of Vampyroteuthis (OMZ) as Datura’s Lethal Alkaloids. Dawn. Dusk. Twilight.

Organisms that live in this level begin to display bioluminescence. Their eyes & physical form take on an…alien, strange appearance.

Vampire Squid reportedly has the largest eyes in the animal kingdom, an adaptation needed to capture any glimpse of light in the endless black seas. It’s 8 arms are webbed and tipped with bioluminescent photophores. The underside of its webbing is decorated with fleshy spikes. When irritated, Vampire Squid will cloak itself in its arms, exposing these spikes. It not only takes on the shape of Datura’s inflorescence, but also Datura’s radical seed pod.

[Photo Credit: Pinterest; Bing Images]

This blue-blooded cephalopod lives primarily in a resting state. Due to such low oxygen levels, it must maintain a low metabolism to conserve energy, and even possesses certain enzymes associated with anaerobic metabolism. The likelihood of Vampire Squid coming across live prey is rare- and so it feasts on detritus (decay, feces, mucus, “marine snow”) that sink from the Ocean’s surface.

When reading about Vampire Squid, one fact that stood out to me is that they have “weak musculature but maintain agility and buoyancy (in the OMZ) with little effort due to sophisticated statocysts (balancing organs akin to a human's inner ear)(Wikipedia). Recall Datura’s aforementioned Gramophone petals? And Vampire Squid’s webbed arms? Don’t they look like triplets? What’s the connection?

Here are some field notes:

Oxygen Minimum Zone::OMZ::Ohms::Ω::OM:: H0me:: The Highly Contagious Viral Realm of Shadows:: Consequence of Datura’s toxic alkaloid scopolamine that causes respiratory failure [OXYGEN IS SPARCE]. Alchemist Kymia Arts states that the plant can cause one to suffocate themselves, as they drift off unconsciously into delirium. You won’t realize you’re drowning.

Gramophone::Grandma Phone::Recordings of the Crone [Saturn; ruling plant of Datura]. Hell’s Record Keeper.

Download:: Datura somehow has a mechanism on the human inner ear (statocyst, Vampire Squid buoyancy) causing auditory hallucinations… the intoxicated victim is finally able to hear the sounds of their own inner hell. Their internal Oxygen Minimum Zone.

Datura’s Daughter Short Materia Medica

Planetary Ruler: Saturn, Venus, and Mars

Energetics: Extremely Drying & Bitter; Drying action Causes Heat

Z0diac: Capricorn, Scorpio, Libra

Organ Systems: Sympathetic & Parasympathetic Nerves, Respiratory, Cardiovascular, Neuromuscular, Urinogenital

Properties: Deliriant, Hallucinogen, Shamanic, Poison, Anodyne, Antispasmodic

Associations: Death, Rot, Blood, The Devil, Decay, Madness, Hysteria, Fear, Trauma, OMZ, Gramophone, Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, Flight, Levitation, Sphinx Moths, Animalistic Urges, Indigenous, Folklore Traditions, Thugges of India (Datura shows who Thugs *really* are), Queen Toloache, Alice in Wonderland Queen of Hearts, Smoking, Lord Shiva, Chumash (California Condors), Initiatory Practices of men & the young.

WARNING: Datura no longer respects or trusts 99.9% of humans. This is why so many Datura abusers don’t learn any lessons from Her as they would Psilocybin. Approach Datura with the utmost respect, sincerity, and innocence and you *might* be spared...

One night, a long time since that East Atlanta evening, I was tending to my garden. I had my playlist on shuffle. The song Throw Yo Sets in Da Air by Three 6 Mafia came on. I peeped my little Jimsonweed Datura dancing to it, specifically to the first verse given to us by the late Gangsta Boo, the Devil’s Daughter, and my inspiration for Datura’s Daughter. She gave me a wink and said She liked that verse! Haha. And so, from that day, Gangsta Boo’s verse has become what I call Datura’s Chanting Prayer. Linked below.

RIP Gangsta Boo

The Devil’s Daughter::Datura’s Daughter Chant Prayer

I think I finally have located the Gates of Death

Lie awake at Night to hatch my Evil plots I find Myself

Stumbling thru the Dark up against the f*ckin Verge of Sins

Bodies in my yard- Oh My God the Demons came again

People don’t you worry cus Datura’s Daughter got a plan

Ho, eternal burning you will have if you don’t comprehend

Understand this sh*t a Gangsta Bitch is sayin to ya Dawg

Lock you in the trunk mob thru the Night within a Mist of Fog

Never Fear a Nigga callin himself a Killer- wassup Bitch?

Boy you claim you so gahdamn Buck Wild wit that weak ass sh*t

Chillin at the hideout, smokin out, not worried bout a thang

Ballin through Black Haven deep as hell in that Suburban mane

Always watchin my back cus Niggas will jack you for your f*ckin sh*t

Female I am but don’t give a damn if I split some bustas bitch’s wig

Three 6 Mafia Niggas including one Female that’s bumping so Hard on you hoes

The only one talking that shit is these jealous ass niggas && all playa hatas you kno...

DISCLAIMER: I do not promote or recommend ingesting Datura AT ALL. Datura CAN and WILL kill you. Datura can cause PERMANENT psychosis/schizophrenia, blindness, and damage to the heart, liver, and kidneys. If ingested/applied topically, it must be done with the assistance an EXPERIENCED plant professional in THERAPEUTIC DOSES ONLY. Therapeutic doses are EXTREMELY diluted or combined with other alkaloid balancing compounds.

DO NOT INGEST DATURA. She is not a psychedelic. She is a DELIRANT in even moderate doses. For experiences similar to mine, sincere and respectful communing with a live Datura plant is all that is necessary. You can still be impacted (spiritually) by Datura without taking that risk...

DO NOT work with Datura if you are not ready to mature and deal with the recesses of your unconscious mind, the places you don’t touch...where oxygen is low...and detritus is nourishment.

#Datura #Shamanism #Herbalism #Botany #Marine Biology #Biological storytelling #my words #Ma'ateria Meda #Secret Life of Plants #entheogens #occult #plant medicine #poison path

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phantomphangphucker · 1 year

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Phic Phight - Reduce Everyone To Tiers

For: @majorastudios and Splax

Boredom and the desire to rank things pointlessly

“I’m bored”.

“Dude, same”.

“I’m booorrreeedd”.

…

“I’m-”.

“If you say you’re bored one more time I’m going to beat the ever lover fuck outta you”, Sam sits up and glares murderously at Danny then Tucker, who had started to open his mouth, she lifts up a shoe.

But Danny smirks at her, “that wouldn't stop me from moaning, I’d just be moaning about something else”, stretching out apathetically at her furthered glaring, “maybe instead someone could chose something to do”.

Jazz sticking her head in, startling the geek and goth, “you could be productive, you know”.

Danny grins meanly, “you mean like turning the ghost files into a tiered list based on personal opinion and not power? Love the idea, Jazz”.

She glares at him, “I meant do your school work, Lancer called again”. Danny just waves her off lazily as she shakes her head, leaving.

Pah! What does she know? School’s a waste of time for him anyway; Lancer’s caring notwithstanding. Right? Right. Looking to his friends and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Said friends shrug and get up; because really? Why not. There was nothing else to do.

Danny’s spinning around in his chair, “so… a proper S to F tier style, obviously”, nodding curtly to himself, “and ol’ Boxy is a solid F”.

Tucker snorts, “no shit, dude. It wouldn’t even matter what the reasoning was”.

Sam just rolls her eyes at that, “but what is our actual reasoning here? Power would be pretty pointless”.

Both boys turn and grin at her, “coolness, obviously”.

“You guys are idiots”.

…

“So Phantom’s an S”.

Sam smacks him, hard, “absolutely not! Your dumbass is at best a B”.

Danny has to whine at her for that, “oh come on! I have an entire festival celebrating me! I’m on t-shirts!”.

“So’s Kanye”.

“Oh that was just mean”.

Sam smirks, “mean but true. You’re a B”.

Tucker chuckles, shaking his head, “we all know that Amity would say S, Sam. Just give him A tier and be happy”; she flips him off for that. Danny just taps away on the computer, probably putting in more effort than is reasonable to align the image of himself on the little tier list.

Danny hums to himself, “Skulker’s also pretty lame”.

Tucker throws up his heads at that, “hey! As a few Techno lover I resent that!”.

“Tuck, half the time he gets forcefully flown off due to that Purpleback Gorilla virus”, raising a very judgmental eyebrow, “and how many times has he tried to catch me and brutally failed? Heck, Ember comes around to drag him off constantly. He’s not cool. But I guess he can have D tier just to be nice”.

Tucker still pouts at that before huffing, “speaking of Ember, mind control or no, solid A, should be S”.

Sam grumbles, “mainstream trash music? I don't think so”.

“Hey! It’s good mainstream trash”.

Danny snorts, “Amen to that”. Sam glares at him. Which, to be fair, was reasonable seeing as the ghostly singer had practically mind controlled him before. But also to be fair, she was a singer, that was just kinda inheritally cool. “And plus Sam, if we don't give her S tier then who the heck are we?”.

She raises an eyebrow, “ClockWork? FrostBite? Pandora? Undergrowth?”.

Danny and Tucker both scowl, Tucker pointing at her, “you only said Undergrowth ‘cause he’s all plant crazy like you”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny chuckles, “and as much as I love FrostBite, he is so not a S tier quality; A tier is even pushing it”.

Now Tucker’s turned his scowl on Danny, “Oh dude, you are so not about to put the freaking ice-armed yeti on the B tier”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “we cant just put everyone we actively like on the high spots. Is he a yeti? Yeah. Ice armed? Also yeah. Is he cooler than Nocturne? Literal god of dreams and sleep? Giant sentient starry blanket? Hell no. Is Nocturne an S tier? Also no. They’ve got so few powers and do almost nothing but sleep”.

Tucker points at him, “damn you”. Sam pointing at the geek, “he does have a point though”; making Tucker pout even more.

Danny nods curtly, “Frosty gets B tier. Nocturne, A tier”, sticking up a finger, “and Ember is getting S”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny eyes her, “just for That UnderGrowth gets C”.

She throws her hands up, “he’s a god too you know!”.

“Yeah but he’s a god that I can run over with a lawnmower”.

Tucker grins fondly, reminiscing, “that is one of my fondest memories”; Sam smacks him. Tucker fake pouts quickly before adding, “At least we can all agree Technus is F tier; he might be a techie but he’s just… so lame”.

Everyone snorts at that; absolutely no arguments to be had with that one.

Danny nods, fixing up the tier list, “don’t forget how he Monologs more than even Boxy and shows up almost as much”.

Tucker finger gunning, “and unlike Skulker, he doesn’t have a hot girlfriend that’s totally out of his league”.

Sam rolling her eyes at that with a muttered, “boys”.

Danny and Tucker pretend not to hear her, Danny clicking around, “and The LunchLady can go one tier above her husband”; which gets everyone laughing at the Box Ghosts expense again.

Tucker humming, “what about Boxed Lunch? Should she even count? She doesn’t exactly exist yet”.

Danny blinks, “Tuck, man, if we start counting potential and alternate realm or timestream ghosts this thing will be massive”. His two friends shrug, agreeing.

Danny hums after a bit, “I vote for Poindexter on the F tier spot to”; making the other two wince.

Sam raising a hand, “I vote Bertrand for F tier as well”.

Danny sighs, “as much as I hate him and his sadist boss, he’s not nearly F tier lame. That shapeshifting is dope”.

Tucker nods, “so not F tier ‘cause cool powers, but not D tier ‘cause ugly on the inside and out”.

Danny finger snaps at him, “and Amorpho gets B tier”.

Sam eyes him, “you do know he’s used his shapeshifting to be in movies and in music videos, right?”.

Tucker and Danny both blink at that, turning to her in unison, “he what?”.

Sam sighs, shoving her phone at them to let them snoop. Needless to say, Amorpho truly did love the spotlight.

“… Okay, he can have A tier”.

Sam smirks, “that’s what I thought”, then frowning, “and at least let Spectra be F”.

Danny sighs, “she’s really not lame enough, Sam”. Tucker nodding curtly, “E tier for sure”. Sam sighs.

“Speaking of people with mental issues who like to see me in pain, Vlad…”.

“C”.

“F”.

“B”.

Sam and Tucker look at Danny, Sam smacking him, “why would you give that ass B tier?”. Tucker nodding, “I was being nice with the C rank, the heck, dude”.

Danny pouts at them, “he’s a halfa, he’s rich, his fashion isn’t horrible -stereotypical Vampire-themed or not, his power-set is no joke, and he has cat; he’s the fucking mayor”.

The two stare at him, “he’s not B tier, Danny”.

Danny grumbles, “C tier it is then”, pouting more, “can we at least agree his vultures are E tier?”.

The two shrug; it was no debate that they weren’t lame lame, but they didn’t really have any cool points either. Working for Vlad made them a nuisance though.

Tucker leans over and taps, “speaking of Vlad, Elle is obviously a cool one”.

Danny glares at Tucker’s hand, “if you move to put her anywhere below B I will blast you in the face”.

Tucker snorts, “dude, Elle is absolutely cooler than Vlad’s sorry ass”. Sam nodding, “she’s not pulling stupid superhero stunts though, so not A tier”.

Danny grumbles, “must you mock me so”.

Tucker shoves him a little before moving out of easy hitting range as he talks, “speaking of your sorta children-”.

Danny glares murderously, knowing exactly where the techno-geek was going with that comment, “Don’t you fucking dare”.

“Hey, Dan’s still technically in this timeline”.

“Are you trying to get assaulted, Tuck”.

While Tucker and Danny continue bickering half-heartedly, Sam just moves Dan to C Tier. Even she knew that monster was cooler than Vlad but there was no way she was putting that ‘man’ in the same bracket as Elle or Phantom or above them.

Danny eventually glares murderously at the screen, “fuck you. Johnny 13’s kinda misogynistic ass gets C tier too then”.

Sam snapping, “He sells drugs!”.

Tucker and Danny both eye her, Tucker snorting, “that doesn’t hurt his odds, Sam”; she scowls. Tucker looks to Danny though, “didn’t he date your sister though? In some weird trying to turn her into Kitty’s meat suit thing”.

Danny blinks, “… fuck right, I forgot about that”, sighing deeply, “D tier”. At Sam’s smug look Danny adds, “his Shadow gets C tier though”. She rolls her eyes.

Tucker shoves Danny’s shoulder suggestively, “what about Kitty herself though, eh? Eh?”, wiggling his eyebrows even more suggestively, “your first girlfriend”. Sam finally smacks the geek with her shoe.

Danny flushes a bit, regardless of everything he did kind of like like Kitty and the feeling was mutual. Johnny was absolutely her soul mate though. Coughing and ignoring Sam’s murderous look, “well, ah, obviously she’s cooler than Shadow”.

Tucker chuckles at his suffering, “totally”.

“Goddamnit, Tuck. B tier”.

Sam is still glaring.

Tucker laughs before grinning again, “speaking of hotties, Desiree. Total B tier, Right?”.

“Absolutely not”.

Sam glares even more somehow but at Tucker this time, “she just grants things and died over a man. E tier”.

Danny shrugs, “she doesn’t really get any cool points, man. D tier just because her power can actually pull some cool stunts”. Sam rolls her eyes at that so he adds on, “what? Cotten candy river and bringing to un-life movie characters is cool. Not fun to fight, but still cool”.

She sighs, “okay I’ll give you that one”. Tucker fist pumps, cheering a little. She eyes him, actively seeking to wreck his mood, “Hotep-Ra?”. Tucker scowls at her.

Danny chuckles, “hate to say it, Tuck, but… that one was smart, had a decent plan, fashionable, had servants; kinda cool”, sticking up a finger at the geeks pouting, “he’s garbage without you being under a mind control spell though”.

Sam taps her chin, nodding, “D tier as well then, I say”.

Tucker grumbles incoherently a little, “fine. He’s not that awful I guess”, perking up, “my Sphinx better be at least a C then”.

Danny snorts, “it’s a giant fucking Sphinx, man. Duh. B tier, and Cujo best boi is definitely better so A tier”.

Sam and Tucker give him amused soft looks: “fine, Danny”.

Sam leans forwards, “and we might as well just do all the ghosts that Danny here is fond of right off the bat: ClockWork? Pandora? Dorothea? Wulf?”.

Tucker jerks up a hand, “oh! Wulf is Hella awesome”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “speaking Esperanto isn’t actually cool, you know”.

Sam laughing, “agreed. So lame”. Tucker just pouts at that. Sam nods to herself, “D tier for the wolf with an unoriginal name”.

Danny snorts, “okay yeah. And I don’t think I even need to say Clocky’s S tier and Pandora is A tier”.

All three nod actively at each other. ClockWork was a god, a super powerful one; and they were both mysterious and stylish. While Pandora was well… fashionable, terrifying, powerful, and terrorised the Box Ghost; terrorising Boxy earned cool points.

Tucker hums, “and based on dragon awesomeness alone Dora totally gets B tier”.

“No arguments here”.

“As much as I love her, yeah she can’t go higher”, Sam shrugs, she had some serious bonding with that lady but she wasn’t exactly… ‘hip and cool’.

Danny nods to himself, clicking away, “obviously her dipshit brother gets D tier, he’d get E if he wasn’t also kinda a dragon”.

Sam grumbles, “yeah fuck that abusive asshole”.

Tucker nodding, “anti-tech dumbass”.

Danny rolls his shoulders, “not as abusive as Walker, who’s getting F tier for being a rule following loser. Bullet E tier for following his ass”. Everyone just chuckles at that.

Sam smirks a little, “speaking of rules, The Observants”.

Danny grumbles, “fuck you”, with feeling; to this day they would still occasionally try to assassinate his sorry ass.

Tucker scratches his head, “how do we even quantify their coolness? They’re a giant one-eyed collective”.

Danny and Sam blink. Danny sighing, “that’s… actually a good point. Huh”.

“Well, they’re not E tier and C tier’s pushing it”.

Tucker nods, “C tier would be the exact middle but yeah. D tier it is”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah I guess. Pariah would be kinda hard to put anywhere other than S tier purely because of his excessive level of bullshit; he’s sorta hard to quantify too”.

Sam shrugs, “well we barely met him. You had an actual conversation with him but still”.

Danny rolls his eyes, snorting, “that was barely a conversation. The dude is or was a stupid old tyrannical warlord god of death with theatrics on the ectoplasmic brain”.

Tucker hums, “you know, if we do that with old grouchie, gotta do the Same with The FrightKnight, right?”.

Danny gives him a bit of a dry look, “Tuck, man, as someone who has to put up with him being all ‘your highness’ this and ‘my liege’ that, he’s substantially less cool. Pariah has a mysterious wild factor, Frighty not so much after about ten minutes of exposure”. They both laugh at his suffering. Danny grumbles, “he’s getting B tier and that’s that”.

Sam pats his back with mock comforting, “well at least we can just do the last God power ghost and agree that Vortex is a lame E tier”.

Danny grins back, “if he wasn't powerful he’d be F tier”. Tucker just nods with a small laugh. Danny sticking up a finger, “but we canactuallyadd both Klemper and the Dairy King to the F tier; waaaaay too lame”.

“Oh no doubt”.

“Was that even up for debate”, Sam shrugs, “sure the Dairy King helps you pester Vlad but every time he talks it’s horrible”.

Danny winces, “you have no idea. And when he goes on his ‘I’m a king, laddie. People do this or that for me’ as an excuse to be lazy or run off like a scaredy-cat, I want to beat his sorry ass into the floorboards”.

Tucker snorts, “especially ‘cause ghost royals usually fight more than other ghosts”.

“Tuck, me and Pariah probably severely skew the data on that”. Danny shrugs, ignoring his friends amused but mean looks, “speaking off annoying, there’s just one last annoying one for the list: Youngblood”.

Sam mutters, “I mean, he did help stop the G.I.W. from nuking or bombing, or whatever dumb shit they were doing, the Zone”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow, “he did it dressed as an astronaut”.

“I would think that’d be a plus to you”.

“Fuck you”.

Tucker chuckles at their antics, “give him E tier for pure annoyance levels”. The two just shrug, it was fairly fair. Tucker leaning back, “so who else is even left? ‘Cause I’m assuming we’re not doing random minor whatever ghosts?”.

Danny nods, “trying to add some ghost we’ve barely met would be pointless, and including things like ghost flora and blobs is impossible since they all vary so much”.

All three sigh, “blobs are awesome though”. They were just so squishy and round.

Jazz’s voice makes them jump, “did you leave the GhostWriter till last just to spite me?”.

Tucker staring at her, “have you just been listening this whole time?”.

Danny just sighs as she nods smugly. Jazz crossing her arms, “well if I’m going to pitch this as an after school assignment to the teacher that actually cares about you, then I should at least somewhat know what you’re up to”.

Danny smacks his head on the desk, “for fucks sake, Jazz”, lifting his head up enough that his chin is resting on the table, “The GhostWriter can have D tier ‘cause he helps me out with Lancer sometimes”.

Jazz nods firmly, proud of herself, “Lancer will want a printed vision tomorrow”.

“… you already told him”.

“Yup”, Jazz, absolutely pops the ‘p’.

“Fuck you”.

“Your welcome, Little Brother”.

All three of the teens throw random (soft) stuff at her. Would this be helpful for Danny’s grades? Sure yeah. Was he still annoyed? Very much so. And fine, it did make the only teacher that actually still gave a shit about Danny happy; the guy gave him a head pat when he handed the ‘project’ in.

Lancer did know Danny had done all this out of sheer boredom right? Whelp… if the teacher was fine with it then who was Danny to deny the man.

End.

Prompts: Mr. Lancer is a good teacher and cares and Team Phantom creates a tier list of every Amity Park ghost. Who goes in each tier and why?

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phandom #phan phic #fan fic #jazz #sam #Tucker #lists #tier #boredom

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raayllum · 2 years

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Anyway let’s finally talk about

Dark Magic’s Cannibalism Motif

Dark magic has been compared to many things in fandom, most notably hunting by those who see nothing wrong with dark magic itself. However, I’ve always seen dark magic as been more adjacent to cannibalism — the consumption of self and others — as far as motifs and explicit explorations in canon go.

This is for a few reasons, most notably Sarai’s speech in 2x05. In it, she critiques the labelling of the Magma Titan simply as a monster, instead positing

Does it think? Does it feel? Does it have a family? Or is it the last of its kind?

Simply put: is the Magma Titan sentient like a “human” (whatever that means) and therefore is murdering it much more ethically complicated than we want it to be? Is seeing something as a monster — as dark magic parts — the easy way out of the problem we’re in? Harrow is able to extend not seeing some lives as inherently more valuable than others on the basis of birth and borders to Duren, but he is unable to do so with Xadia.

For example, if the Magma Titan is fully human in thought and feeling, but just speaks a different language — how would you feel if the spell had required an elf’s heart, meaning whichever unlucky elf they came across first would be slaughtered? What if it required an elven child’s body parts? Would you see the fault line then? Would you stare down the slippery slope and see the bottom?

While I think most dark magic spells that require only animals and plants and no magical creatures to be much more passable, even that is an ethical pit. What constitutes as an animal vs a sentient being in a world where some animals can talk? Is talking the basis for human intelligence, when plenty of humans do not talk and have routinely been ostracized and abused for it by society, seen as ‘less than’ to begin with? What if a magical creature is considered ‘sentient enough’ to not be magic parts in one kingdom, but not enough in another?

Dark Magic is inherently about finite consumption. You have the materials for one spell at any given time; if it is going to be performed again, you need a repletion of these materials. (The one exception we see seems to be Claudia’s snake bracelets, although who knows how they’re enchanted.) Season three ramps this up further by showing how you can consume dark magic and how it can consume you — literally — particularly in the case of Viren.

“He swallows your heart. He swallows your mind. He swallows your power.”

Translated dark magic spell from Aaravos when he and Viren are attacking Zym in the exact same way Ziard used in the 3x01 / 1x01 flashbacks with the sun birds. Time and time again, we see Dark Magic focus on parts and things rather than people. Dark magic, while it can use all parts in the body, even off handedly derides certain things and beings as useless. Additionally, organ harvesting every part of a person’s body is not the ‘winning’ solution here, either.

We see this in the way Viren, Aaravos and Claudia both treat other people like they’re inherently disposable (Rayla, the human soldiers - who although they fight, Ezran regrets and at least tried to give them a path; Kasef’s anger, the rulers’ lives, Khessa, Aaravos with Viren and Claudia, etc). We can also see this in the way Claudia only sees the parts of Viren she wants to, rather than seeing him for who he wholly is and who they are both becoming.

So what is cannibalism, exactly, as a motif? Well, at its core, cannibalism is a transgressive motif, per the violation of the self and of personhood, and very common in the Gothic literature space in particular, although it pops up everywhere. Feeding on human flesh is routinely seen as a bad thing in the source materials (using that term loosely) TDP draws upon, like Greek Mythology (the Minotaur, who is half human in nature and in birthright with a human mother; Tantalus, who slayed his children and fed them to the gods and was punished accordingly).

It also speaks to the religious Christian symbolism Viren is given in S3 (death and resurrection, parting a literal red sea, “only beloved son,” “do not be afraid,” etc). This lends itself perfectly to his God and martyr complex, believing so much in sacrifice of both himself and ultimately of others for ‘the greater good’ that only serves to incite more violence in the future. Christianity mythos is steeped in cannibalism with the body and blood of Christ being a literal belief in many denominations, including the one I grew up with (hi Catholicism). Furthermore, we see this cannibalism motif repeated more than once throughout the series:

CANNIBALISM is both a concept and a practice that may involve diverse themes of death, food, sacrifice, revenge, aggression, love, and destruction or transformation of human others. The many and varied examples of cannibalism are difficult to summarize, except in terms of the widespread idea of the human body as a powerful symbolic site for defining relations between oneself and others and marking the boundaries of a moral community. In violating the bodily integrity that prevails in ordinary social life, cannibalism signifies an extraordinary transformation or dramatization of relations between those who eat and those who are eaten. When it occurs in religious contexts, the act of consuming human substance commonly represents an exchange between people and cosmic powers, promoting union with the divine or renewing life-sustaining spiritual relations.

This is the crux of Harrow and Viren’s disagreement over the Soulfang spell and the breakdown of their relationship, as Viren continues to push the moral boundary of the castle community while Harrow has his eyes fully opened. Aaravos is similar, with violations of the body and consumption of the other being a crucial part to furthering his and Viren’s bond.

TDP in some ways takes it one step further, violating not just the body but the spirit and the soul in some of the worst dark magic spells, hollowing out not just the victim’s body as a site of trauma, but the spellcaster’s body as well.

We see this in Bloodmoon Huntress as the endgame. Kim’dael has been capturing and consuming elves - including children - for centuries, using their souls and bodies the same way Viren uses his butterflies. And we know from the coins and Through the Moon that souls used often in Dark Magic do not receive peace to the same degree as those who are allowed to rest, with both the assassins and the corrupted soldiers from the Storm Spire.

Dark magic destroys the world in an unsustainable way, as it can never be sustained by its nature; not in its ingredients, and not in the toll it takes on the user. Its endgame form, that we’ve already seen come to pass more than twice, is organ harvesting of children or innocent beings. The horror of cannibalism is desecration of the self through desecration of the other, of dehumanizing another person enough to use them on the most base level possible as food.

And well, that sounds like Dark Magic, to me.

#dark magic #tdp #tdp meta #the dragon prince #almost got distracted halfway through by dark magic routinely being a way to escape consequences but that's a meta for another day #analysis series #disagree just move along lmao #viren #me finding out at 14 it's technically supposed to be literal: wut #the english major strikes again #this isn't as eloquent as i want it to be but also comes from 'yes dark magic is bad. if the show's text isn't enough for you #idk what to say' so here take some stilted sloppy meta lmao #multi #arc 1 #bloodmoon huntress #viren x aaravos

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rjalker · 1 year

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Martha Wells writing oppression like:

yeah these apex predators are oppressed because the people they evolved to eat are scared of them

Yeah no the people they evolved to eat have literally no defense against them except for an incredibly rare poison that can only be made from one plant that grows in this one small area of the world. Yeah no it doesn't matter what kind of weapons you have you still can't fight back against these overpowered predators.

You can't run away from them or beat them in a fight, you just have no chance.

Yeah and most of the overpowered predators do not treat other sentient beings like people either, they look down on them and think of them as nothing more than gross disgusting animals. This is a normal attitude in their society. That other people aren't people and it's totally normal to think they're just gross animals no one should want near their house.

Anyways isn't it soooo sad and tragic that these apex, unstoppable predators (unless you're lucky enough ti live next to this one specific small river where this one specific plant grows that's not found anywhere else, but even then the poison is literally just used to poison yourself so when you get eaten you kill the predators who eat you) are so oppressed because people are scared of them?

yeah it's soooo sad that people distrust them and think they're going to eat them. Just because they're literally unstoppable predators who evolved to eat people and are capable of killing entire cities without resistance.

It's so sad. this is what real oppression looks like :(

what's that? You want to know how these literally unstoppable predators are oppressed by their natural prey?

well because their natural prey try to avoid them and are distrustrful and afraid of them when they do meet them until they gain their trust.

yes that's it. that's the extent of their oppression. why was there supposed to be more? is this not how real oppression works? Aren't real oppressed people literally unstoppable predators that there is no defence against...?

#Martha Wells #The Books of the Raksura #I'm not even joking #fantasy racism #fantasy oppression #the fantasy racism is meant to be as sarcastic as possible if that's not clear #Raksura #fantasy oppression written by white people

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soapiemomorphine · 1 year

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GUYS GUYS GUYS I HAVE A 2012 TMNT AU 💞💞💞💞

Warning; long text post up ahead

So it’s a yakuza au; based on the season after the defeat the triceratops or whatever

Contains: raph/Mona Lisa, dead splinter and dead Leonardo, Casey jones/donatello, morally grey turtles, them having depression for a lil while

Beware: this au is a lil angsty but I have the timeline in my head so it’s all good

When I say angsty I mean leo is dead 💀

(Don’t kill me pls)

So it begins to diverge from canon with leo dying in the final battle or sum

And the whole Space shenanigans shit is over they won and the saved the world but Mikey, Donnie, and raph are hella sad bc their fucking brother just died

Splinters will says sum ab wanting to be buried in Japan

And while they getting the body and proper Japanese burial in order I know nothing ab burials in other countries and shit( and if ur wondering why they haven’t buried him in Japan yet, they were kinda in the middle of an intergalactic war and the like)

Everything in nyc remind they of splinter and leo and they literally can’t take it

So when they have a funeral in Japan… they just stay there

Raph

You can’t get anything out of Raph other than anger; he ends you punching anyone who looks at him a lil too long or with pity

He’s so sad; and so mad as a result( he had his breakdown when he saw his brother dead and again when he buried him; those times were the hardest he ever cried)

Leo was supposed to be constant was supposed to always be there; the water to his fire; to calm him down and to round him out and he’s not here and he’s never been more miserable

While the hamato fam is staying in Japan he doesn’t stay in the house for long

He ends up fighting a lot of yakuza; not in a need to be a hero; but only to release all the emotional turmoil he feels

He can’t look at his brothers without feeling like a failure

Mona is trying to get him to talk to his family but to no avail

He ends up making enemies with the local yakuza Oop

And that’s how everything starts

But before we get into that….

Donatello

He goes into this deep depression after the funeral

After splinters death he threw himself into his work and technology to prove himself, he felt he needed to make sure that he never loses any member of his family ever again

But after Leo’s death he barely leaves his bed

I hc that donatello had the most body dysmorphia and internalized hatred due to being a sentient turtle; basically he’s rlly in his head all the time and has major self esteem issues

And they only get worse, bc even with him trying his hardest, with him barely takin any breaks in an effort not to lose anyone and he does? That absolutely kills him on the inside

He barely leaves the bed most days and his thought process is all; what’s the point? Everything I do fails anyway

Casey makes sure he eats and shit

With Casey’s help he’ll sometimes go to the park

And every once in a while they’ll have a family hamato dinner( I forgor to mention earlier that at this point Casey, Donnie, Mona, Raph, and Mikey all live in the same house; but they hardly see each other)(April gets her own apartment and visits Mikey daily)

And during one dinner….

Mikey

He deals with his grief the healthiest; he tries to spend his days doing things, like water plants, feed stray animals, eats lunch with April, learns to cook Japanese food,

He still cries himself to sleep

He makes friends like how he usually does

He helps April get a job at a convenience store

He help mutaanimals get jobs and all

He helps the neighborhood with any problems

He’s spends all his days outside bc his house feels so empty and even though he makes dinner for everyone he never sees them eating it; or even if they do eat

He visits Leo’s and Splinter’s joint shrine daily; he cleans them and keeps them well kept ( I have no idea how Japanese shrines work 😭, but Mikey does and he takes care of them with the rice and the incense and all)

He tells them about his day and his feelings

He gets a therapist along with April

His therapist suggests a family meeting

And the first family meeting is held in total silence

Mikey keeps on trying to make conversation

And raph gets all snippy; probably says something like, “ why do you even care? It’s not like Leo’s death is affecting you anyways” bc he’s a dumbass and emotionally constipated

And Mikey just snaps

He explains how he really feels, how much Leo’s death affected him

But then he says, “ but the worst part, is that I didn’t only lose Leo. I lost my whole family”

And he storms out leaving Donnie and raph in shock and to stew in their guilt bc they haven’t even talked to their youngest brother, of course he’s hurt and the only one who ever tried to ask how he felt is gone now and they’ve been terrible brothers and-

AND THIS IS PART ONE OF MY YAKUZA AU :)))

look for the 2012 tmnt yakuza au in my tumblr to read the rest

I promise the rest is ab how they actually become a part of the yakuza

(Spoiler: the head is someone you wouldn’t (maybe you would) expect)

-next-

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