#reeve the human

[whumpy-writings]

The Wagon

Reeve Masterlist // Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

This takes place right after Tribute

CW: Minor whumpee (OC is 16), slavery, vampires, restraints, stress position, implied future noncon

Reeve came to with a headache that pounded like a blacksmith against an anvil. He groaned. Where was he? He felt wooden boards under his cheek, a rumbling motion. . .

All at once it hit him. The wheat, the vampire torturing his father, Reeve trying to protect him. Reeve barely held back the sob that bubbled in his throat. He was in a wagon, being taken as a blood bag. He tried to sit up but immediately collapsed back to the floor. The world spun around him and he groaned.

"Looks like the blood bag is awake," someone called. Reeve's heart skipped a beat. He fought against the shackles tying his hands behind his back until warm blood oozed down his skin, but it was no use.

"Stop that," the sergeant snapped. "You're only hurting yourself." Reeve continued to struggle. The wagon rolled to a stop. The next thing Reeve knew, one of the sergeant's hands was fisted in his shirt, other other pulling his head back so he was forced to look the vampire in the eye.

"I said stop, blood bag. I expect to be obeyed." His face was stony and a spike of terror shot through Reeve. "Defiance won't help you now. The only thing that will help you is me. I know of several. . .establishments looking for humans of your age." He looked Reeve up and down in a way that made his skin crawl. "If you're good, I'll sell you to one of the nicer ones."

Reeve's breath hitched in his throat. He didn't understand what the sergeant was talking about, what those establishments were. But he did know that this man was dangerous and had no qualms about hurting humans.

"So sit there, don't pull at the restraints, and don't make a fuss. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Reeve choked out. The sergeant nodded.

"Excellent. We have one more village to stop at, then we'll make camp for the day."

The sergeant dropped Reeve back to the floor. The wagon resumed its journey through the night. Reeve blinked back tears as he stared up at the sky. It was cloudy tonight and so dark he could only make out the shapes of the vampires on horseback around the wagon. The vampires surrounding him. He needed to get out of here. But he didn't know how.

"There it is," a soldier said.

Reeve took a steadying breath before pushing himself to a sitting position. Despite himself, Reeve was curious. He had never been to a village outside of his own.

As the wagon rolled into the square, Reeve felt a pang of homesickness. It all looked so familiar. The houses were low to the ground with thatched roofs, a handful of torches casting a flickering glow on the scene. Just like home.

The sergeant dismounted and walked towards the sacks in the middle of the square. There were a couple dozen humans standing around and Reeve wanted nothing more than to run to them.

"Well, I see that you actually made your quota," the sergeant said. "I'm impressed."

Reeve was suddenly hit by the realization that this was his chance to escape. He wormed his way to the side of the wagon. The vampires were focused on the tribute, nobody was watching him. He couldn't easily climb down over the side with his hands tied behind his back, and he had to stay low so that the soldiers wouldn't see him. Reeve awkwardly swung a leg over the side, still in a crouch.

Well, here it goes. He flung the rest of his body out of the wagon. For just a moment, he hung in the air. Then the ground rushed up towards him and he landed with a thud that knocked the air from his lungs.

"What was that?"

Reeve's heart spiked even as he struggled to get his lungs to inflate. He couldn't run if he couldn't breathe. Painfully, he attempted to squirm his way away from the wagon and into the shadows of the buildings.

"Look what we have here," a voice said. Reeve squirmed faster. "The blood bag's trying to get away."

"Hey, don't stop him. I want to see how far he gets." Reeve threw his head over his shoulder to glare at the vampires who stood right behind him, leaning on their muskets.

"Fuck you," he spat.

The guards' jovial mood vanished.

"We'll have to punish you for that. That's no way to speak to you superiors."

The guard reached him in three steps and Reeve tried to roll out of the way. He was too slow though and the leech's boot stomped down on his back, pinning him in place.

"What should be the punishment? I would muzzle him but we don't have a good metal one with us," the guard whose boot was on Reeve's back said.

"We could tie him to the cart and drag him behind it," the other suggested.

"Tempting."

"But we don't want to risk messing up such a pretty boy when he'll nab a fortune at auction. Lets bind his ankles to his wrists. He won't be trying to escape like that."

Reeve cried as the vampire stretched his arms behind his back and tied them to his ankles. He could hardly move now, and there was no way he could escape. The vampires threw him back in the wagon, along with the tribute from the village. And then the wagon was moving again.

Reeve cried. It was over. He would never be free again.

After a while, the muscles of his back and legs and shoulders began to throb.

"Please sir," Reeve begged, as the wagon rumbled on, each jostle sending a stab of pain through him. "Please, I won't try to run away again. Please just untie me."

The vampires ignored him. Reeve spent the rest of the night in that position. Tears were dried on his cheeks, and he was cold and hungry and scared but the leeches didn't care. Finally, just as dawn was painting the sky a dusty pink, they stopped.

Reeve couldn't see the vampires, but he could hear them bustling around, presumably setting up camp. The wagon rocked as the sergeant got in.

"I heard you tried to escape," he said, crouched in front of Reeve. "A disobedient human needs to be punished."

Reeve whimpered a little at that. His muscles were screaming at him. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes sir," Reeve said. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." He hated giving in to this monster, but he couldn't stand the pain any longer. The sergeant reached out and Reeve flinched, but he only ran his hand through Reeve's hair. It reminded Reeve of the way he pet his dog back home. Bile rose in his throat.

"You're a very pretty boy," he said. "Be obedient and you'll have a good life." Reeve couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him at those words. Whatever the sergeant had planned for him, he was sure it wasn't good. The sergeant stared at him for a moment longer before he finally released Reeve's ankles from his wrists.

Reeve sobbed as blood flowed back into his hands. His arms were still bond behind his back, but the awful, awful tension in the shoulders and back and legs was lessening.

"Thank you sir," Reeve said. The sergeant picked him up and slung him over one shoulder. He propped Reeve up against a tree, and then took a coil of rope and tied him to it. The vampires got into their tents just as the sun peaked over the horizon, leaving Reeve tied up in the chilly morning air. Reeve halfheartedly pulled at the restraints before he fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

...

The vampires awoke at dusk. Reeve's neck ached from sleeping tied to the tree. He eyed the vampires as they packed up camp. They were dressed in green uniforms and moved with a precision he had never seen before. Within half an hour, their whole camp was packed up. Two vampires untied Reeve and tossed him into the wagon with the rest of the tribute. They didn't speak to him. Reeve's stomach ached, but he didn't dare ask for food.

"Come on men, it's only a couple hours to the fort," the sergeant said.

Reeve curled up on his side and buried his face against a sack of wheat. The earthy smell gave him a bit of comfort. It smelled like home. Reeve inhaled deeply, tears burning his eyes. He cried silently for what felt like hours.

Reeve didn't move when the cart rolled to a stop at the fort. He was past being angry, past being scared. Now he was just numb, exhaustion in his bones. There was no point in running or fighting. There was no point at all.

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#of vampires and men #reeve the human #minor whump tw #restraints tw #implied noncon #stress position #vampires #slavery #vampire whumpers #human whumpee #slavery whump #vampire whump #minor whumpee

[idlesuperstar]

current sexual orientation: tweedy, warm, intelligent, wry, ping-pong playing, whisky-drinking, poetry-quoting, motorbike-racing, gloriously red-headed here-on-earth-I-am-your-defending-counsel Doctor Frank Reeves [Roger Livesey: A Matter of Life And Death, Powell & Pressburger, 1946]

#I say CURRENT but in frank's case it is CONSTANT also ETERNAL #roger livesey #frank reeves #did I go see AMOLAD on the big screen AGAIN last night hell YES I DID #did I do a cry as usual yes I did #it was super cool watching it with pals who have not seen it before and could NOT believe the ambulance crash #so it is ridiculous that I have not made this gifset before #but to be honest #I giffed pretty much ALL this film back in the pre-restoration days #(pre the film being restored not pre charles II) #although sometimes it feels like the 17th century it's so long ago #and wow I am still not used to having NO SIZE LIMIT on gifs I remember the days we got excited when it went to 1mb #I celebrated by making an errol robin hood gif in big #anyway this film is as EVER a joy and always great to be reminded of how amazing it is also how queer it is #and beautiful and special and human and basically one of the greatest pieces of art ever made #my wee gifs

[roukabi]

Had to get something out for today's @reevepheusweek prompt! Consider the following: Foxpheus

[image ID in alt]

#originally i said to myself 'idk i think he should be drawn as human ppl like the human art more' #then i remembered that i am alive and i can draw whatever the hell i want #it's not a roukabi piece if it doesn't have furries after all #anyway. i'm gonna miss my og darlingest favorite-est poet so bad....... i might just pass away......... (JOKING) #hadestown #hadestown fanart #orpheus #orpheus hadestown #hadestown broadway #furry #furry art #reeve carney #fox #art #hadestown art #rook draws! #rook roars! #orpheus week #orpheusweek

[rivero-piv]

Hi, it's me, I'm not dead! And here's exactly one (1) artwork to prove that before I evaporate into the abyss once more!

#sorry guys schoolwork's just been raining down hard #i still love these bois tho <3 #my art #reev's phone #humanizations #disney villains #scar #shere khan #sc/sk #sherescar

[gl1tched-g0th]

yknow what? fuck you *animalizes your queer kids*

#returning to my roots 💪 #aka I cannot draw humans for the life of me rn #and animals are easy as shit #so #this is the result #when I tell you these designs are like. 2 years old. #they're not Bad but jesus 😭😭 #the hollow #the hollow netflix #adam the hollow #kai the hollow #mira the hollow #vanessa the hollow #reeve the hollow #skeet the hollow

[cyarskaren52]

#Keanu reeves #john wick chapter 4 #john wick #the matrix resurrections #john wick 4 #the matrix reloaded #humanity #faith in humanity #important #kindness #compassion #growth #hope #empathy #respect

[bluehawkdustorm]

There is one thing I want from Sonic 3, and it's Keanu Reeves saying "they're air shoes".

#sonic movie #keanu reeves #shadow the hedgehog #I honestly don't care whether Keanu Reeves plays Shadow or plays himself as a human #but he needs to be in it and he needs to say the thing

[strigital]

real talk tho, i am immensely grateful to the poles for managing to bag good sir Keanu Reeves for Johnny's role.

besides the fact that he is a wonderful human creature and a bombastic actor, i just love LOVE his eyes on Johnny. because Keanu has the saddest and kindest eyes of any human out there, which is not surprising giving how much shit life threw at him and despite of it all he prevailed as an epitome of humility, kindness and just plain awesome (have you seen the interview where he just gushes out about bikes and his Arch business like an exited boy would about his collection of stamps? it's amazing and it has healing antidepressant powers, highly recommend). but our lord and savior the creator of CP77 Mike Pondsmith kinda made Johnny a giant dumbass asshole, right? but the the poles gave him a whiplash of a character arc (i weep whenever i remember the oilfields... oh the oilfields!!). so Keanu's beautiful eyes that saw plenty of life's tragedies yet are soulful and full of kindness and care just look so good on Johnny's tired-from-everything face. he may sass V all he wants, call them names, bitch, and whine, and talk shit, and make faces, but his eyes are always a spark of warmth against the backdrop of a dark uncaring city. it's fucken impossible to look Johnny in the eye and not feel some sorta way! and when the plot demands of Johnny to be vulnerable for a hot second and Keanu just does his VA magic and you look at that dirty old man it's like... your heart hurts, you know? you wanna give this sod at least a crumb of happiness - a kind word, a touch, something! or in other words: how good it is to live in a world where such a character is played by such an actor! i wholeheartedly believe had they chose some other guy i wouldn't adore Johnny nearly as much as i do right now. don't get me wrong, a Deadpool-esque Johnny played by Ryan Reynolds would be cathartic, and i'm sure that Johnny played by Johnny Depp would be beyond amazing but... i just utterly love Keanu's sad beautiful eyes on that "selfish" "terrorist's" face 😔💔

#listen #i do not simp irl people #only fake ones #but Keanu's just a whole another breed of human ok #i truly believe we must treasure and protect him like the international treasure he is #cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cdpr #cd projekt red #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #random thougts #🤔 #*looks at Johnny's face when he asks V to make a promise* #*looks at John Wick when he calls out to Helen at the end of movie 4* #*cries like a bitch* #in OUR house Keanu Reeves Appreciation Hours are 24/7!!

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Lee Cowan

Published: Nov 12, 2023

At the University of Vermont not long ago, it was move-in day for the class of 2027.  About a thousand incoming freshman were meeting their roommates, finding their dorm rooms, and getting settled on campus. At first glance one might have thought this was an all-women's college – 62% of this year's class are women, a gender gap that has earned Burlington, Vt., a nickname: Girlington. 

"You see six or seven women for every three or four men," said UVM's vice provost for enrollment Jay Jacobs. His job is all about student diversity, and these days the male/female divide is now part of that equation. "Sure, I thought about racial and ethnic diversity," Jacobs said. "Sure, at a public flagship in the state of Vermont, I've thought about geographic diversity. Never gender diversity like that. That's where we are."

UVM is hardly an outlier. Nationwide, women make up almost 60% of college undergraduates.

In 1972, when Title IX was passed to help improve gender equality on campus, men were 13% more likely to get an undergraduate degree than women; today, according to the National Center for Education Statistics, it's women who are 15% more likely to get a degree than men.

"We have a bigger gender gap today than we did when we passed laws to help women and girls; it's just flipped," said Richard Reeves, a former Brookings Institution senior fellow. He says, no one really has been able to explain why so many men are so absent in higher education. What is known is the gender disparity starts as early as kindergarten, where girls are just generally the stronger sex in academics.

Reeves said, "If you look at high school GPA, and those who are getting the best grades in high school, two-thirds of them are girls. Those with the lowest grades, two-thirds of them are boys."

It's been theorized girls and women today are just fulfilling their destiny – that once the limitations on their achievements were lifted, they soared. Reeves, who's just launched the American Institute for Boys and Men, fears that things have changed so quickly, it's left many boys and men struggling to catch up, not just in the classroom, but at work and at home, too.

"What does it mean to be a successful man today? That was a question that was pretty easy to answer a generation or two ago," said Reeves. "But actually, what is the answer today? A lot of these guys just don't know."

In short, he says millions of boys and men don't understand how or where they fit anymore, and their reaction is to generally disconnect. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, men's participation in the labor market has dropped more than 7% in the last 50 years. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 21% of men report binge drinking (almost double the rate of women), and men account for nearly 80% of suicide deaths (four times the rate for women).

Reeves said, "The two most commonly-used words by suicidal men to describe themselves were useless and worthless."

But even to suggest there's some kind of male crisis is perilous these days, said Reeves: "Merely raising it will cause people to eye roll, and say, 'Really? Ten thousand years of patriarchy, and now you're worried?'"

After all, women still earn only about 80 cents for every dollar earned by a man (according to Pew Research Center). Only a fraction (10.4%) of Fortune 500 CEOs are women. And women make up just a quarter (28%) of the members in Congress, and (so far) zero U.S. presidents.

Those numbers leave UVM students Sarah Wood and Maxine Flordeliza pretty skeptical that men are barely treading water. "I think it's very interesting that there is kind of a big fuss about – not a fuss, but it's a conversation that people are having," said Wood. "But I don't think it's necessarily a problem?"

"I think that just the fact that the playing field has been a bit more evened out, shouldn't be the reason as to why men don't really know where they fit," Flordeliza said.

"Sure, do we need to do more to encourage more women into politics and into board rooms? Yes," Reeves said. "But meanwhile, can I not see that one group is struggling here, and another group is struggling there? And if I can't do that, we're in really deep trouble."

And those in the most trouble, he says, are working class and African American boys and men.

Von Washington Jr., executive director of community relations with The Kalamazoo Promise in Michigan, said, "Before it used to be, you graduated high school, 'Goodbye, you're on your own.' A lot of people said, 'Hey, you're outta my house.' Or 'It's time for you to go.' But we're understanding now those supports need to continue."

The Kalamazoo Promise program offers high school graduates in Kalamazoo scholarships covering up to the entire cost of in-state college tuition. The impact?  The number of Kalamazoo women getting a college degree has increased by about 45%. But the number of Kalamazoo men getting college degrees didn't budge.

"We're working with them, we're talking with them," said Washington. "We're trying to find out what is it that, even with this opportunity, you have some of the same challenges as someone in another community that doesn't have this opportunity."

One solution that seems to be working is making sure those men who are struggling have a place to freely admit they're struggling. Staffers with The Promise are tracking down those men still eligible for the scholarship, finding out why they never used it, and helping them get what they need to finally do it – like Daniel Jaffari. "I just started wandering around in life and doing random jobs, getting tired of doing random jobs," said Jaffari. "And now I'm here!"

He joined with dozens of other men at what the Promise was calling their Males of Promise event. Another participant was Denis Martin, who graduated high school six years ago. He said, had the Promise not tracked him down, he might not have realized he was ready for something more. "I feel like now I have the discipline to be in a five-year program or a four-year program," he said. "As a kid I feel like I was still bouncing off the walls, and my mind didn't know what exactly was out there."

Back at UVM, administrators have changed their marketing and communication strategies to reach out to men, especially those who might not think they want to go to college at all. The college is also hiring a diversity coordinator to focus specifically on helping men.

Jacobs said to Cowan, "The world is built for people like you and me to succeed, so why do we need to help men succeed here on our campus even more? But I think once people start to understand the nuances and challenges that we're talking about here today, people understand that all students need support."

UVM junior Lucas Roemer doesn't see it as a sort of affirmative action – putting the finger on the scale for men. He sees it as a way to help anyone who's been hanging on and feeling left out.  "I think there's ways to promote both femininity and masculinity on campus equally well," he said. "I think there's definitely a path forward that could be beneficial to everybody."

The coordinator of the Men and Masculinities Program will be housed in the Women & Gender Equities Center – ironic to some. But it's also a recognition that men's problems can co-exist with those of women. "You lift the edges up, the center will be lifted up as well," said Jacobs. "And here, the edges include men."

It's the kind of reaction to the very real problems of boys and men that Richard Reeves says needs to be the rule, and not the exception: "This is not a made-up crisis of masculinity. This is an actual hard fact. There is real suffering here, and if we don't address real suffering, then what are we here for?"

==

Let's address a couple of throat-clearing, hand-wringing statements the author inserted - or perhaps, was obliged to insert - to apologize for the rest of the article:

After all, women still earn only about 80 cents for every dollar earned by a man (according to Pew Research Center).

The key word is "earn." No serious economist takes the gap seriously, as it's accounted for by hours worked, maternity leave, choice in occupation, changes to occupation, length of tenure, tendency for overwork, and dozens of other variables. Not the "goddidit" of "tEh PaTrIaRcHy." The Equal Pay Act was introduced 60 years ago in the US, and any legit complaints of unfair pay are actionable.

Only a fraction (10.4%) of Fortune 500 CEOs are women. And women make up just a quarter (28%) of the members in Congress, and (so far) zero U.S. presidents.

This is called the Apex Fallacy, or more formally, the Ecological Fallacy.

Ecological Fallacy (also known as: ecological inference fallacy) Description: The interpretation of statistical data where inferences about the nature of individuals are deduced from inference for the group to which those individuals belong.

For starters, male variability is greater than female variability in a number of ways. You'll find far more men at both the higher and lower ends - 80% of homeless are men, 80% of suicides are men, majority of unemployed are men - than for women. If you want to talk about the president, be prepared to also talk about the homeless, unemployed and suicides.

And secondly only 45 people have ever been the US President. This includes no atheists, no Muslims, no Hindus, no openly gay, no Asians, no Hispanics, no trans. No electricians, no plumbers, no mobile app developers, no chefs, no janitors have ever been the president. And only one nominally black (half and half) president. It omits that 51% of voters are women. If women wanted a president based on her being a woman, they would easily vote one in. They have not. So perhaps ask women how they decide who to vote for. If that feels like a stupid question to ask them, then it's a stupid argument to make.

As well as the fact the 2016 runner-up and the current second-in-line to an 80 year old president are both women, both beating out men and women for those positions. Being unsuccessful is also a part of equality, and something hundreds of unsuccessful male candidates have had to accept.

And those in the most trouble, he says, are working class and African American boys and men.

It's disturbing that people can't care about half of the population without framing it as, well, if you help men and boys out, then you'll help black men and boys. Which is like saying "you have to take the good with the bad." You should want to help people who need help because they need help.

This topic really causes the sociopaths to come out of the woodwork and into the light.

#Lee Cowan #Richard Reeves #Richard V. Reeves #humanism #gender equality #education gap #gender disparities #gender inequality #education disparity #religion is a mental illness

[peaceful-roadkill]

The ghosts are out and the suppressor is off

#Paxdraws #oc #dnd #human #scion #Gannon Reeves

[whumpy-writings]

Tribute

Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

CW: Minor whumpee (OC is 16), slavery, vampires, starvation, mention of loss of a parent, torture

Reeve's stomach twisted as the sun sank closer to the horizon. He looked at the two pitiful bags of wheat in the center of the square. Two out of the twenty that the vampires expected. The villagers had tried to meet the quota, they really had. But the drought had made the crops whither, and then a seasonally late storm had ruined what little had survived to harvest time. In all, they had only been able to collect five bags of wheat, three of which were kept to sustain them through the coming winter. Reeve had heard whispered conversations amongst the village elders. Conversations about rationing and starvation. About having to throw themself on the mercy of the vampires and beg for food. Reeve had stopped listening after that.

The tension in the air was palpable. The entire village was gathered, worried murmurs filling the air. It was fully dark now, and soon the leeches would arrive to collect their tribute. Reeve's father was standing next to the bags with his arms crossed and a worried frown on his face. He was one of the oldest men in the village at forty years, and as such it was his job to speak to the vampires. They were not going to be happy. The village hadn't met its quota once this year, and the vampires had beaten Reeve's father last time as punishment. Reeve shuddered at the memory of his dad on the ground, nose broken and entire body bruised and bloody. He didn't even want to think about what the punishment would be today.

As if sensing his thoughts, Reeve's dad turned to him. "If things go bad, know that I love you, Reeve," he said with a sad smile.

"I love you too, Dad," Reeve said, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his chest. His dad hugged him tightly back. "I'm scared," Reeve whispered.

"I know," Reeve's dad whispered back. He released Reeve and brought a thumb to Reeve's cheek where tears had started to gather. "It's okay to be scared. I sure as hell am. But some things are unavoidable." Reeve sighed at that. His dad chuckled. "Love you," he said pressing a kiss to Reeve's forehead before stepping away to talk to one of the elders. Reeve bit his lip and stared at the sky as the first stars started to appear.

The hairs on the back of Reeve's neck stood up at the faint drum of hoofbeats. The leeches were here. A hush settled over the gathered humans and the silence was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The vampires rode into the square, five on horseback and another two riding on the wagon that was supposed to be filled with wheat. Reeve's heart pounded in his chest and a vision of his mother being chained and thrown into a wagon hit him. He had only been eight years old when they had taken her, but he still had nightmares about it. I can't remember her face, Reeve thought with a stab of guilt, but I can remember her cries as the leeches took her away from us.

The lead vampire, a sergeant, dismounted his horse and strode to the center of the square. The leech was the same one who had beat Reeve's dad, the one with the awful temper. Reeve subconsciously took a step back, irrationally hoping that the sergeant would just turn around and leave. The leech eyed the wheat, the disdain clear on his face in the moonlight.

"Is this all?" He asked with a snap.

Reeve's dad cleared his throat nervously and wrung his hands. "Yes sir, we're very sorry sir, but there was a storm-"

"I don't want fuckin' excuses," he spat, whirling on Reeve's dad. "This is the third time this year that you haven't met your quota. We have been merciful, but this laziness cannot continue."

Reeve's dad fell to his knees. "Please sir, we are starving. We've been working in the fields from sun up to sun down every day, but the soil is exhausted and the rain is either too little or too much. We might not make it through the winter." His voice broke on that last word. "Please sir, please have mercy."

The vampire snorted. "You think you are the only ones struggling? Every village we go to has the same story. Our storehouses are less than half full and blood bags keep dying left and right. Everybody is starving right now, most importantly vampires. We don't have any mercy to show to humans who aren't even fed on."

The sergeant signaled and two vampires seized Reeve's dad. Reeve took a step forward but stopped when his dad shot him a look.

"Break his arms," the vampire said with a casual wave of his hand. Reeve closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see. His father's scream was agonizing. Reeve fought down the urge to slap his hands over his ears even as tears rushed down his cheeks.

"P-please sir, please, m'sorry, please..."

"See! This is what happens when you fail us" the vampire said, turning to address all the villagers. "Pain. It brings me no joy, but apparently it is the only language you humans understand."

The vampire turned back to Reeve's father, who was quietly weeping, his elbows bent at unnatural angles. The vampire grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." The vampire pulled a knife from his jacket. "You are eighteen bags short. I think that means you need eighteen cuts." The vampire moved the knife to his shirt and quickly cut it off. Reeve's father sobbed as the vampire dragged the blade across his chest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. "One," the monster said, and Reeve was sure he heard a note of glee in his voice. Reeve clenched his fists.

His father screamed at another cut. And another one. The sound rang in Reeve's ears, his limbs shaking with suppressed rage. He couldn't just stand here.

Another scream, the sound digging its way into Reeve's skull.

"Stop!" Reeve yelled, stepping forward. "Leave him alone!"

The sergeant's eyebrows raised and he paused, his knife poised to make another cut. Reeve's father was quietly sniffling, his chest bloody.

"Well, look at that, a human with a backbone," the sergeant said. "Who also happens to be very stupid. Come here."

Reeve's heart was pounding but he approached the vampire. His father was limp but he met Reeve's eyes and gave a tiny shake of his head.

"I could kill you, you know," the vampire said, once Reeve was in front of him, just a couple feet away from his father. "That's what I should do. Kill both you and this worthless human." Reeve's dad whimpered at that, but whether at the thought of his death or Reeve's, Reeve didn't know.

"Is this your son?" the sergeant asked suddenly. Reeve's heart skipped a beat. The monster was looking right at him, his gaze wicked.

Reeve's dad's voice was strained when he spoke. "Yes sir, but he's just a boy who is still learning about the world. He only just turned sixteen."

"Is that so?" the vampire said, releasing his grip on Reeve's dad and throwing him to the ground. "Well, it would be a shame to waste young blood."

"Take the boy," the vampire said with a snap of his fingers. Reeve didn't even have a chance to run. Two vampires grabbed him by the upper arms, their grip painfully tight.

"Let go of me! Please!" Reeve yelled desperately. Fear flooded his body. "Help!" He screamed, his voice breaking. "Dad!" A vampire backhanded him across the face and he gasped as blood filled his mouth.

"Please, don't take him! Please!" Reeve's father begged, tears thick in his voice.

The vampire ignored him.

Angry murmurs started to rise up from the crowd as the vampires dragged Reeve towards the wagon. Out of the corner of his eye Reeve saw vampires aim their muskets at the crowd.

"Silence!" the vampire yelled. The crowd quieted, but Reeve didn't know whether it was from the command or the silent threat of death. "There must be consequences for your inability to provide tribute. Let this be a lesson to all of you! If you don't meet your quota next month, your own children will be taken."

Reeve struggled against the vampires holding him with all his strength as tears streamed down his face.

"Please, please don't take me, please let me stay here, please have mercy," he babbled. He might as well have been talking to a wall. He sobbed as one vampire pulled his hands behind his back and clamped cold metal shackles on them. This is actually happening, Reeve thought as icy fear flooded his veins. Reeve fought as a vampire picked him up. He kicked and screamed and flailed around, desperation and panic fueling him. He didn't care about consequences, all he cared about was getting away from these monsters.

His leg hit a vampire in the stomach and he felt a surge of triumph. But then his head was slammed down against the wagon. His cheek split open and warm blood trickled down the side of his face. Reeve went limp as a bout of dizziness overwhelmed him. The vampires took the opportunity to finish loading him and the two bags of wheat in the wagon. Reeve tried to get up, but then a foot connected with his head and all he knew was darkness.

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[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Keanu Reeves, Birthday Boy, Puppy King.

#keanu reeves #adorable human #birthday boy

[human-not-data]

"But there's a corporatocracy behind it that's looking to control those things," Reeves warned. "Culturally, socially, we're gonna be confronted by the value of real, or the nonvalue."

"It's this sensorium," he said, describing aspirations of building a metaverse. "It's spectacle. And it's a system of control and manipulation. We're on our knees looking at cave walls and seeing the projections, and we're not having the chance to look behind us."

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[rivero-piv]

I took this old idea a step further, so here's the full designs. Married cat husbands! 🤎🧡

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[lunarcovehq]

BENJAMIN ANAK BANDI (HENRY GOLDING) IS LOOKING FOR…

Connection: Coalition Advisor

Suggested Name: UTP

Age Range: 35+

Species: Human

Suggested FCs: UTP, but POC is preferred; some suggestions: Pedro Pascal, Idris Elba, Gil Birmingham, Chris Evans, Tawny Cypress, Lucy Liu, Sandra Oh, Sofia Vergara, Rachel Weisz, Keanu Reeves, John Krasinski, Temuera Morrison

Connection Description:

After the murder of the former Coalition Leader on July 4, 2022, the Coalition held an election for leader, with Benjamin Anak Bandi winning the election and becoming the Human Coalition’s new leader. Your character would become Ben’s advisor not soon after.

The two of you have been Coalition members together for well over a decade now. Perhaps you’ve always living in Lunar Cove, or perhaps you arrived shortly before Ben (he’s been in town for over fifteen years) 

You and Ben are either peers of around the same age, or your character is a bit older, but totally down for workshopping how you believe their relationship might have developed. Ben himself is a pretty amicable guy, so, at least on his end, there wouldn’t be any bad blood.

Speaking of Ben’s amicable personality, it might be interesting if your character has a bit more steel. Ben’s no pushover, but he also tries to find solutions that lead to the least amount of bloodshed possible, and he’s heavily concerned with minimizing the loss of life. He’s not fond of dishing out strenuous punishments, and he tends to ere on the side of teaching lessons as opposed to serious reprimanding. Your character could possibly be the one that proposes the hard solutions that Ben doesn’t want to consider.

On a slightly different note, with the increase of hunters and Lunar Cove being the only supernatural safe haven left in the entire world, your character could be increasingly concerned about human/supernatural relations, particularly if they might start turning sour in the town. Also, with this increase in population, there’s also an increase in supernaturals unaffiliated with their specific species groups. How are we feeling about that? Annoyed about the extra paperwork? All of these are things to consider!

Just as Ben was elected to the position of Council Leader, your character was also elected to the role of advisor.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Virginia is available for DMs on @readbentweenthelines!!

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[x-heesy]

𝗕𝗟𝝝𝝝𝗗𝗬 𝝠𝗠𝗘𝗡

I am not antisocial I’m just bored of all the bullshit and fake people -Keanu reeves 🖤

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Soundtrack: Dans Ta Face by Potochkine 🖤

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