#tw:slavery

[queerticulate]

This whole domestic abuse shit is gonna be so tricky to get out of. Like they will need to somehow recover Lestat from this, because he is the main character of the universe and they said they want to adapt all the material. For a protagonist the audience somehow does need to be invested in what happens to them next, in what they’re gonna do... and that is jeopardized with him having perpetuated heavy partner violence. Same as it would have been jeopardized if they had chosen to keep Louis as an 18th century slave owner.

They'll make it worse if they are going to try to justify it - an abuser who tries to talk themselves out of it is worse. They also can't just pull that Louis and/or Claudia made it up - after all the #MeToo backlash in recent years that would be in extremely poor taste. The only thing I can think of that could sort of work if Lestat's perspective would reveal that was actually an equal fight with heavy punches being thrown both ways, with Louis ultimately losing (and in his own mind erasing his share in it). It would still be much too much of a graphic violence over psychological horror add-on for my taste, and just generally be in poor taste imo, but it could work if carefully managed.

I don't know. I am really nervous that they screwed the pooch with a massively bad call here and imploded the whole project before we ever get to finally seeing the other books adapted. Still hoping they have some sort of trick up their sleeve and reveal to us that actually they are brilliant and had a really creative and clever thing planned all along to go with this in the next episodes. Let's hope and pray

#amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #tw:domestic abuse #tw:partner violence #tw:slavery

[ltwilliammowett]

HMS Black Joke

To start with, this is a very sensitive subject, namely slavery. Now it is not about praising anyone, because no one should try to make themselves out to be a hero on this subject. after all, almost everyone had their fingers in this very disgusting business. But now some have recognised that this business is not a desirable one and banned it. Among them was the British Parliament in 1807, which created the West Africa Squadron in 1808 to hunt slavers.

Initially the unit was limited to intercepting British slave ships, fining them 100 pound for every slave found aboard, but it expanded to target slavers from other countries. The West Africa Squadron patrolled the 5000 km of the West African coast for 60 years and at its height accounted for 1/6 of the resources of the Royal Navy and Royal Marines. The squadron seized 1,600 vessels and liberated 150.000 slaves.

H.M. Brig Black Joke, tender to HMS Sybille and prizes, Spanish brig Providentia, Brazilian brig Vengador Buenos Ayrean privateer Presidente brigantine El Hassey Spanish brig El Almirante and brigantine Marianna, by Irwin Bevan (x)

One of the most successful ships was poacher- turned- gamekeeper HMS Black Joke, a brig. A 1827 captured slave ship, she had originally sailed under the name of Henrietta. With fair wind Black Joke was capable of overhauling the best on the coast and although only lightly armed she quickly became the scourge of the slavers.

Among Black Joke's most notable conquests was the Spanish brig el Almirante. The slaver was sighted on 1 February 1829 and although her quarry was vastly superior in size and arms Black Joke immediately gave chase. the winds were light and varibale and Black Joke had to resort to sweeps to close the gap. The chase lasted 11 hours under blazing sun and the light was fading as the desperate duel began. When the Spanish vessel finally surrendered it had 15 crewmembers dead and 13 wounded. Black Joke had suffered 6 wounded, two of whom later died. Over 450 slaves were found chained together in appaling conditions in the hold of El Almirante.

HMS Black Joke firing on the Spanish Slaver El Almirante, by Nicholas Matthew Condy (1816-1851) (x)

In one year alone Black Joke took 22 ships and liberated 7000 slaves. Sometimes she worked in tandem with other ship. In September 1831 she was sailing with the schooner HMS Fair Rosamond off the mouth of the Bonny River when they surprised two Spanish slavers. Recognising the Royal Navx ships the vessels fled back up the river and Black Joke and Fair Rosamond gave chase. As they were overhauled the Spanish began throwing slaves over the side. Some were chained together in pairs and quickly drowned Others tried to make for the shore but were attacked by sharks and torn to pieces. The 4 vessels crammed on all sail as they raced up the river. Eventually the slavers were captured and what remained of their sorry human cargo given their freedom. HMS Black Joke met an inglorious end in May 1832. Her timbers rotten, she was condemned by Admiralty surveyors and burnt.

There was a huge human cost for the men who served in the West Africa Squadron. Much of daily life was tedious and there was little chance of promotion as a result of a celebrated victory in a famous battle. Fever was rife and between 1830 and 1865 some 1600 men in the West Africa Squadron died. In one year about 25% of the officers and men died, a proportion 15 times higher that the navy had ever lost in wartime in any year.

#naval history #hms black joke #tw:slavery #early 19th century #age of sail

[moltenapathy]

Most men are just.... ❌😵‍💫🫠😣✋🥴How is your SO being abused by the PoS slave master and you're not going to do anything but order her to stop it. The misogyny is real bc W T F??? Sad but good for her protecting herself. IDC! IDC! That fah-reak slave master r*pist had it coming! TY to the OP for posting this story bc

#tw:slavery #black women #respect survivors #women's rights #black history #Youtube

[bimbles-and-simbles]

Glimmer: You’ll be expected to take the medication you’re provided at each meal as well; we will check to ensure you’ve taken them; they have some very specific effects. You will also be assigned a mate after your tests all return positive. When that happens, you will be expected to produce a child as soon as possible. Dapple: What if I refuse to fuck this so-called ‘Mate’ that’s assigned to me? Glimmer: Then he will take you forcibly if he must, and rest assured, some of the men here enjoy that. Now, be a good girl, we’ll move you downstairs tomorrow.

#a2a #a2ag1 #berry pastel rainbowcy #tw:kidnapping #tw:slavery #tw:rapemention

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #331

Submitted by @brokenfannibal - thanks!

tw slavery, tw abuse

I think this is pretty a common trope and has probably been done before but I love it

Character A is a slave, they have been their whole life, they were never treated kindly. They are traumatised, might even have ptsd, they have trust issues and a whole bunch of other problems.

Character B gets a slave as a present or through some other circumstance (maybe they find them in the trash/in a dark alley). They don´t like the system of slavery so they don't want to treat A like a slave. But because of A´s past and the problems they have because of it, building trust is hard enough. There are many setbacks in which B accidentally hurts A and they are back at square one.

The fear in A´s eyes is the worst thing imaginable for B. There are times where B just wants to give up. It looks so hopeless, they doubt they will ever be able to help A lead a normal life.

Whether B manages and how fast is up to you.

#tw:abuse #tw:slavery #ideas #writing #prompts #whump #angst #injury

[hydaelynshimbos]

Notes from the Past: Two Gather as One

Under the cut for your dash’s health and due to extreme content.

Quiet. Quiet and darkness were the only thing occupying the room. That was until the were the bloodied sobs that broke the pierce every so often. “Now now, a good slave doesn’t cry.” Came the firm voice above the victim. The grizzled miqo’te stared down at his work, single gold rimmed hue glimmering through the darkness. [They look tasty.] Came a whisper in his head, single eye closing briefly. “No, not this one. Far too much money to spend towards your eating habit.” Lucky mused out loud, much to the Elezen woman’s confusion as she scrambled backwards as much as she could in the bleak darkness.  “Don’t mind us. You have other things to worry about.” His jaw shifted, grinding lightly before he had to keep from grinding against his fangs. A hand reached forward to grasp onto smooth frail skin along the Elezen’s jawline; Immediately he could feel fingers clawing and scraping along his arm for some for escape. A single click of his tongue sounded against his clenched teeth, gloved fingers digging further until with easy force the woman’s head was bashed into the stone floor. A groan was all he earned, but it was enough to cause the victim to slump against the floor.

“Good pet.” Lucky uttered, his eye gazing down the slump body of the weakened woman. “An animal shouldn’t bite at it’s owner. God’s forbid you do that to your buyer.” A sigh escaped his lips, wrinkled face relaxing before he crouched down next to the sluggish Elezen. “Now again, I asked for your name.” the order was clear and quick, that haunting golden rimmed glow staring down at her. “E-Elsin-” Before she could even finish her name leather struck her across the jaw, fingers bringing her vision back to the faint golden glow once more. “Try again.” This time those words were more fierce, piercing the darkness of the room with malice. “E-El-” She hadn’t even been given the chance before her head was brought up and slammed down against the floor once more. He could smell the fresh iron-laced scent of blood now. He always had a bad habit of being too rough. “Property doesn’t have a name. Only the one they’re given. I’m not sure who this “E-Elsin”” He paused long enough to make sure his mocking of her old name was obvious “Was, but they’re not the heap of flesh you are.”. He couldn’t help but sigh though, there were obvious marks on her face from the slap and grip. “Shame, the buyer wants an untouched piece. Philistine.” 

With a soft groan Lucky pushed himself back to his feet, dusting off his leather gloves before his butchered stump of a tail bubbled with red flesh. They both knew the deal, it would mend the slave back to the point of just living. He couldn’t have his slaves forgetting the pain of his lessons. “If you’re smart..” Lucky’s words hung in the air for but just a moment “You’ll have remembered you’re nothing but a doll to be used. Dolls don’t have names at first no?” What was once his tail was now growing back, red sinew and slight traces of pale white bone adorning it’s length. At it’s reformed tip was a spaded formation of smooth bone.

“Tomorrow should be a good time for us to spend time together again yes? I’m free, please check your schedule dear.” He spoke out to the battered woman as if she had a choice. That spaded tip abruptly pierced her flesh, digging in before it latched into her innards and spread beneath her speared flesh. With a twitch and groan of pain the Elezen woman was brought from her stillness. Screaming and clawing at her invaded body with the vigor a concussed victim shouldn’t have. That reformed tail rotted from it’s stump it grew from, detaching from it’s owner as it crawled beneath the woman’s skin and spread about her body.

She’d be fine, his gracious guest was always sure to tend to the slaves until they were alive; But until it was done her body was far from hers, that wriggling mass bulging out her skin as it crawled along her body changing and mending what damage to her body it could find as Lucky gave a brief nod to the guards before her cell was locked away. “Goodnight Gentlemen.” Simple words were enough to bring both to a shiver as the white haired miqo’te strode to the stairs connecting to the compound above, not a single stain of blood on his suit.

#TW:Gore #TW:Slavery #TW:Violence #Lucky #Notes of #TW:Abuse #FFXIV

[asktheitalianempire]

// I think one of the most upsetting things I’ve decided to learn about is definitely child slavery in ancient Rome for the event. I’m not going deep into it on the blog but darn, those were truly dark times. 

#and still are? #slavery still exists in some places #I feel dirty and sorry about humanking just by reading about it #rome was not a nice place to the lower classes and those who weren't born free #or those who were captured or- anything #really #tw:slavery

[exhaustedace]

When the USSR came to the country my grandparents were born in, they made it illegal for those in our community to speak our cultural language or to celebrate our culture or our religion. They turned our schools and places of worship into museums meant to demonize us. They would not allow my community to leave the country unless it was in military service. Those of the wealthier Russian peasant class (kulaks) who weren't executed or sent to gulags were sent to this country - as if we were a penal colony. The USSR encouraged enslavement of citizens of this country and forced them to work in cotton fields - a practice which still exists today. The community we have left do not remember our native language. They speak Russian. They still have our traditional clothes, but they do not follow our customs but rather they follow Russian customs.  So please, continue to be anti-capitalist. Feel free to call out the extreme human rights violations that capitalism helps to create. Rally for equal treatment of citizens, for socialist reforms.  But I am begging you, please do not look up to the USSR. Be as critical of their mistakes, of their human rights violations, as you are of those countries who thrive on capitalism.

#rant #back in the ussr #we need to be critical #tw:slavery #tw: cultural genocide #I was reminded today of this #Not even the food is the same #dont at me

[meandering-mind]

18. The last time you felt broken? (For Akhutai! :D )

“Broken..When my family, my offshoot of the Khatayin tribe returned to it’s center, deep in the mountains. We had been following a herd of our mountain goats around for the summer, and it was time to bring them home. I suppose in a way, it is my own fault - for befriending people of other tribes. I was not ready to face the realities - that no matter who they are, if they end up as our captives, they are our captives. They become our slaves. She had this most pleading look in her eyes, for me to do something. But what could I do, surrounded by so many of our own? I had to turn my back to it. But it feels as though the weight never lifted from off my shoulders. Maybe I did feel broken then.”

#ask answer #Akhutai Khatayin #afreesworn #tw:slavery

[narcissus-garden]

My headcanon for the Kelpian race using what we saw on the serie ‘till now.

Even though they evolved out of their aquatic form long ago (memento of that are the vestigial gills on their necks), they still are very dependable by their world seas and oceans, both for food and for drinking water, so they almost always live near the coast side. Pregnant Kelpians still retain the instinct to return to the sea when it’s the time to deliver, so they take care to have a nice secluded spot with shallow waters near their settlements.

Their primary resources gathering activity are salt harvesting, agriculture, fishing and seaweed harvesting and manufacture (they can do almost everything with seaweed, from food to fabric, to fuel etc.).

Being the prey specie of the binary food chain, they are seminomadic since they are forced to flee and relocate when their predator competitors are spotted near their settlements. Unfortunately even though Kelpians are the smarter between the two species, their predator evolved in a cunning deadly hunter, so when Kelpians are able to spot them or their traces its usually too late and many of them are already dead or on their way toward thickening the predator breeding farms. Captive Kelpians don’t reproduce as easily and frequently as needed, so their predators are often hunting for “wild” ones to add to their farms. 

part 2

#saru #star trek discovery #kelpian #headcanon #till proved wrong by canon #tw:slavery #trigger warning

[askpeterpan]

𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼  𝓘𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭:

If you could know the absolute and total truth to one question, what question would you ask?

      This is stupid. I already know everything. So, why would I ask such a question? I'd ask. . . If my mother was happy with herself the night she made her choice and sold me into slavery to the Blacksmith, and how long she had been thinking about doing it and making deals with him about it. . .

#tw:slavery #ouat peter pan #peter pan rp #peter pan ask rp #dark rp #Anonymous #⇢ a n s w e r e d ⇠

[free-2bmee]

Hey, I just want to say you ff 'No matter what' is awesome and I can't wait to read more.

Thank you so so much! I do hope to continue it soon. Need to figure out how to get this next part out!

No Matter What

#ask #answered #no matter what #my fic #steve rogers fanfic #marvel fanfic #tw:slavery

[bimbles-and-simbles]

Glimmer: Having fun yet? Dapple: I’ve been poked and prodded and scraped and…I feel like a slab of meat. Glimmer: That’s because you are, darling. Let’s see…You will be dorming with 4 other girls. Meals happen like clockwork; 8am, 12pm, 7pm. Lunch and dinner are taken in the common rooms and breakfast the room you share; unless you’ve misbehaved, of course. Then meals may either be removed entirely or provided purely in your room. Curfew is at 11pm, at which point you will be expected to be in your dorm again.

#a2a #a2ag1 #berry pastel rainbowcy #tw:kidnapping #tw:slavery

[umisei]

Soooo I have this shance cat boy shiro au and I was wondering if anyone wants to talk about it with me. (I'm so dad at finding my own plot holes.)

Just so you know animal human hybrids in this are seen as pets by the corrupt rich and powerful but have equal rights as humans. However this only occurs until lance takes shiro away.

#shance #tw:slavery #i guess

[morethanweseem-a]

continued from here for @bigmuseenergy

Matt was opposed to the typical power structure in this world, he always had been. Probably always would be. With all the setbacks and regression occurring all at once, the slave trade had become commonplace once more. Not that it ever stopped, of course, but it was no longer illegal. It had been informally legalized all across the six inhabited continents since he was a child. Frankly it disgusted him. Nevertheless, he contributed out of necessity.

The only real need he had for that sort of labor was his being born blind in a seeing world. Being from a wealthy family, he had known several of the household servants. They were more like maintenance workers, staffers like in the days of old, than anything resembling slaves. They had wages however small, for one thing, and a room of their own. Matt never fancied himself any sort of savior. Quite the opposite. There was an auction in the market today and those unfortunate enough to be sold into bondage were identified by lot numbers alone.

An hour in, he had bid the equivalent of $5m USD and was on his way home with his new companion. Living alone as a blind man was very much against his parents’ wishes but he thought it for the best. He had given his three aids before this woman their freedom after an allotted time and this would be no different. “So, Karen, is it? Tell me all about you. I’m genuinely curious.”

Karen had been unlucky.  It was her fault, she knew it.  She had been mindless, reckless, a stupid child.  No, not a child.  An adult by months when it had happened.  And with her parents unable to make any compensation for the life she’d taken, other than her baby brothers, the damage to the vehicle, the injuries to the other passengers in the car...they hadn’t had much choice but to let the judge determine her sentence.  And he’d set an example of her carelessness.

It was worse, the things she’d seen happen in the homes she’d been bought into.  While her small frame and pale face had kept her from hard labor, she had been put to work in houses and in other ways.  This last one, she had seen things...heard things...her master had been a cold blooded killer and she’d been happy that his new girlfriend was of a progressive mind and wanted him to get rid of any help.  She had hoped that meant she’d be freed, but she’d been turned back over to the state and now...here she was, in the back of a towncar with another master.

Clearing her throat at his question and furrowing her brow as he used her name, she licked her lips and ventured a look at his face.  He seemed blind.  Hm.  “I’m twenty-six, sir.  I’ve been indentured to my life for eight years.  I, um...I can cook and clean, just like the brochure told you.  Though, if you -- I’m sorry that wasn’t --”  She swallowed, wincing.  Blind, right.  Though he had to have known something about her.  Perhaps the brochures came in that bumpy writing...the braille?

#bigmuseenergy #bme mattkaren angst30slave tellmeaboutyou #tw:slavery

[thetriarchalgalaxies]

The Garvian Triarchate

The Garvian Triarchate   is  an  large  Galactic  power   rules  over   by  an  trio  of  leaders  called  the  Triarchs.  With  its  home-world  of  Garvia   the  Garvian  Triarchate  maintains  an  dominion  over  an  empire  of  over   23  systems  and  49 planets at present. 

Holding  control  of  these  systems   and  the  individual  planets   with   an  Iron  first   the  Triarchate   maintains  multiple  military  fleets  and  an  standing  army  of  over  an  million  men  across    the  entirety  of  their empire  and  their fleets.

These  fleets   and  military  forces  are  responsible  for  the  maintenance  and  expansion  of  the  empire.      Service  in  the  Military  or  the  fleet  is  an  requirement  for  Garvian’s,   every Garvian  Male  and  female at  the  age of 18 or  older  (Unless  in  an reserved  role,belonging to one of the higher families or  a slave/servant) for  the  duration  of  at  least  3  years. 

Within  the  Garvian  Triarchate    the  population  is   split  into  an  system  of   what  would  effectively  be  regarded  as  individual  classes.    Each  of  these  classes  are    responsible  for an  specific   task  or    role  and    every  individual  has  the  right  to  train  for  and  join  an  specific  class  relating  to  an  work  role   if  they  wish  it.

However,    when  it  comes  to certain classes  such as  the  higher classes     or  even  with  the  slave  classes   the  ability  to leave  an  class  is   extremely  difficult.   Especially  for  someone  who  is  not Garvian.

The Garvian’s  as  an  species   are  well  known   for     having  an  deep  hatred of  many  other  species.     This   hatred  has  been  fostered  over  many  years    due  to   the  species militant  life  style  and    the  Garvian’s  use  of  Slavery.    Both  of  these  things  have  helped  in  the  fostering  of  an  deep  xenophobia  and  an  belief   that  other  species  are  inferior  among  Garvians  from  the inner  systems   though  granted,    this is not an hatred  shared  by every member of the species.

Being  from  an  world   with  an  slightly stronger  gravity  than  earth,  Garvians   tend  to  exhibit  heights  in  an  slightly  smaller  range  than  humans     with  an  think   and  sturdy bone  structure,  wider   eyes    and     an  slightly  larger  brain.

The  Garvian’s  also  have  an  large  number  of  subservient  species who carry  out  menial  tasks   or  serve  in  specific  roles  and   they also permit  some other  species  to live  and  exist (with less  rights)  in  Garvian  space. 

Most  Slaves/subservient species  come  under  the  purview  of  the  Garvian Slaver Authority   who are  responsible  for  the  acquiring,  training   and  selling  of  slaves.   

#[Headcannons/Worldbuilding] #Tw:Slavery