#Archaic-fr

[greyknight-fr]

Lyr | Kaith | Nivis | Snikt | Jhudora | Sigra All of these dragons have full-length lore & completed bios!! 

Shout out to @archaic-fr for the awesome bios templates! @ A @!!

[hopecomesbacktolife]

gaaay

-from jrr tolkien’s translation of sir gawain and the green knight

[moa-yaps]

i opened requests on Instagram but all i did today was draw 3 post 2 and lied in bed doing nothing but play reverse 1999

[archaicden]

OHHHHH I WISH I COULD GO THERE

wwww I wish that too 😭😭😭🫶 I love meeting people

[kcdragons]

Art Fight 2024 - #7

Razor for @archaic-fr

[dramarising-replacement]

im so annoyed about the state of the skins and accent submissions. I recently put in like a huge order of accents that has taken so long to arrive and its making me so annoyed. You would think umas being one of if not the biggest money maker on fr they would prioritize it better and make it so that the people making them all that money through gem sales would have a better experience doing so.

In the Skins And Accents Problems thread I've recently seen: Someone's order straight up got lost/skipped over! (LITERALLY HOW) Someone's skin that was altered by a mod and said 'this should pass' was then denied! (Congrats you gave your own system an autoimmune disorder) Someone else had their OC uma denied because 'it looks too close to copyright' meanwhile a literal overwatch skin passed into the festival contest several months back (not to mention the number of Barely Different nintendo ip umas we have on site)

and thats JUST from the last few days.

We're constantly having orders lost, constantly having accents applied to the wrong breed or pose, sometimes shit gets shifted?? Idk HOW that even happens. It's just so frustrating, and all of this is done through snail mail so if it DOES get denied multiple times you're waiting at least a month to get your shit back. They mentioned they were finally doing something about updating it, and the features look nice, but I just don't understand why it feels like the team doesnt even talk to each other regarding umas processing. I get its all subjective but Christ this entire process is nightmarish and archaic.

i just needed to vent about all of this

(again, this isn't me going 'why cant the two ppl working the umas section work harder' this is me going 'why the hell are there only two ppl working the umas section. why is everything manual? why is NOTHING automated except the garbage receipt that doesnt even tell you WHAT you ordered, just that you ordered Something. No blueprint receipt, no name, no breed/pose stated, just the order number. Garbage. Why is everything so subjective they cant even agree between mods? etc etc')

[gubbles-owo]

Going off the thirstpost on the subject i made the other day, I wanted to highlight just how much I love matoi's jp va. Here's a bunch of select lines that I think showcase her character and voice super well

Matoimaru is such a strong and loveable dork, I can't help but adore her. Perhaps an odd thing to admire, but I really love the aggressive compression settings they dialed in to balance the dynamics of her recorded lines. Listen at 1:34, "Taichou yare datte?" Those consonants, especially "da-te", jab outwards in this incredibly pleasing way. Whether she's yelling full force or softening up to her own level of calm, Matoi always speaks her mind with sincerity. Also the rolled "r" on her battle 3 line (1:48) ouhg augh it's so good I noticed that she refers to herself with "wagahai" in pretty much all of her lines, so as someone who does not speak Japanese with any level of fluency whatsoever I did a bit of digging to investigate:

So "wagahai" here either gives off a bit of arrogance, or a rather archaic term for a plural we/us. And you know what? Either of these interpretations work beautifully. And both are masc leaning!! And while this one is a bit harder to pin down specific meanings of, Matoi also adds "ze" to the end of her statements fairly often:

Always adding a touch of force, emphasis, or even threat to her sentences feels so goddamn in character for her. Notice, also masc leaning!! My jp "knowledge" is mostly limited to exposure from anime, games, and asmr lmao. But I'm real curious for someone who knows better than me to break down Matoi's mannerisms of speech, because as limited as these lines are, I think there's a lot of character packed in 'em!! anyway fr that tongue click tho,,

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

Hello it’s crucifixion anon here. I’m really glad you liked it knjslmk but also you picked up on everything I was thinking about so perfectly?? I wasn’t sure if I got it across well I’m so happy :D I feel like I got a good grade in toxic yaoi and the teacher drew a smiley face on my essay

“Crucifixion as castration” YESSSS THIS IS EXACTLY THE IDEA I HAD!! L disfiguring Light by destroying the thing he takes the most pride in. A grotesquely archaic karmic punishment. Leaving his mark in such a way that Light will never be able to act as Kira without utterly humiliating himself and cursing L’s name as he does it, or relying on someone else do it for him. Hell maybe Light would even try using his toes. That’d make L very happy.

As a real attempt at preventing Light from killing anyone in the future it won’t do much because, like you said, if he did get the Death Note back he’d still find a way without use of his hands, but it’s a symbolic and emotional way to cripple him. It would be an especially hard blow to Light, who so badly needs to appear perfect in every way that to have such a (WARNING INTERNALISED ABLEISM AHEAD) glaring imperfection in his body might devastate him.

I think any atticwife Light AU- will forever be calling it this thanks to you- should have L damage Light’s hands in some way, whether by just breaking his wrists or amputating his arm to the elbow, because how else do you show your victory over Kira, short of killing him? If you cage a bird, you clip its wings. If you keep a housecat you trim its nails. It’s not an act of hatred, or even a punishment, it is simply a necessary sacrifice of one of the traits that makes them special and wild so that you can hold them close, forever, and be safe from them as they are from the cruel world they came from.

(Light can thrash against the bars of his cage all he wants, he’ll never fly again even if he breaks through.)

And although this is more negotiable if the alternative is hot enough, I do believe L wouldn’t do anything to Light’s feet, not just because “haha foot fetish” but to show he doesn’t have to take away Light’s ability to run for good. Light has no way of escaping now, of course, but even if he did where would he go? Who would worship him, now that L has taken away the hands of God and ruined him? Who is going to admire him now that he’s just a helpless, mutilated boy (WARNING ABLEIST LANGUAGE IS USED INTENTIONALLY HERE FOR CHARACTER PURPOSES DON'T KICK ME OUT PLEASE)- who, except for L? His normalcy has been damaged too much for him to fit in with his peers, his innocence has been sullied too irreparably for his family to trust him, Misa probably isn’t doing much better than he is, so L is the only one who can accept him, now. That’s his life sentence. And one day, when he realises that, maybe L can actually let him use those feet as he pleases, because it won’t matter either way.

I am sorry I ranted much longer than I was intending to there but ANYWAY I’m SO happy you caught the bit about the blood on the sheets being a perversion of a virgin on her wedding night because I was going to write that directly and then thought it didn’t flow. We are so in sync fr I can just mentally project my intended symbolism

Light’s first night nailed to L’s bed as a twisted recreation of a honeymoon night. Their whole relationship as some distorted reflection of a normal relationship: Lind L Tailor was their confession, the handcuffs were their engagement, and L’s victory was their wedding. That first night, with Light bleeding out and vulnerable and rawer than he’s ever been and L treating him like a saint after stripping him of his godhood, is the beginning of their new life together, and the greatest gift they could give each other. An act more intimate and irreversible than wedding vows. “Till death do us part”, except they both know it’s true, and even death wouldn’t part them now that Light will be reminded of L every time he’s forced to kill someone with his teeth, forever.

Ok seriously, I did not intend for this to be so long and I'm really sorry for clogging your inbox so much after you just cleared it all jnklsdfg. If you don't wanna reply that's fine, you can probably guess who I am if you want to chat instead o7

kicking my feet. this is such a nice msg in my inbox to look at. i love looking at this and reading this and thinking about this. every time light picks up a pen and is reminded of L, an indelible mark. GOD. GOOD SHIT. GOOD SHIT!! god. clipping his wings. fuck yeah. in my other atticwife aus for different fandoms i defaulted to breaking legs/knees but oh, light, you can't run without your hands, you can't kill without them....yummy. yummmmmyyyyy. god i love the idea of physically disabling light, who is, you know, perfectly athletic honors student. the humiliation of a body that won't listen to him. the anger. the rage. the grief. something taken from him that the death note can't give back. you only have one body, light yagami, and someone has violated it utterly.

even death wouldn’t part them now that Light will be reminded of L every time he’s forced to kill someone with his teeth, forever.

I'M FUCKING HOWLING. WAIT. HOLD ON. light yagami reduced from the impersonal, dignified killing-with-his-hands to killing with his teeth. the animal symbolism of it all. domestication as ripping someone from their facade of dignity and humanity and forcing them into killing with their teeth. fuck. i'm gonna think about this forever. thank you so so so much???

[judithan-fr]

I think there must be a devil or something sitting on undel's shoulder for all the shit on FR that keeps getting altered without any warning and without anyone actually liking it. What happened to the days of the polling for "which tapir do u guys like best" and shit like that. No one is asking for these updates and they're actively harmful to players, heaven forbid they start fucking with gem genes. (I think that falls under some kind of fraud protection, you can't retroactively change a product someone got into something they didn't agree to purchase)

I think I'm gonna stop making new accents or even printing my existing ones until the new accent system is up because I can't stand dealing with the worst most archaic system known to man while they waste their manpower on... Ruining genes, and making invisible apparel.

[deathlessathanasia]

It's so funny (and annoying) seeing people associate Artemis with the moon and Apollo with the sun. Like, people? That's Roman gods Diana and Apollo.

As far as I know Apollo was associated only with the light in Greek mythology but not with the sun, right? That was Helios. And of course Artemis had nothing to do with the moon.

I can see what you mean. It is particularly annoying when "god of the sun/goddess of the moon" are used as their primary identifications, and one of my biggest pet peeves in Trojan War retellings is the characters calling the sun Apollo. It's so anachronistic please stop.

That said, while this idea doesn't really seem to be attested in the Archaic period, the association between these two gods and the sun and moon apparently existed in Classical Greece. To quote Timothy Gantz's Early Greek Myth: A Guide to Literary and Artistic Sources:

„Whatever his other early interests, no source prior to the fifth century ever calls (Apollo) the sun (the latter is always Helios or Hyperion). Parmenides and Empedokles may have done so, if a late source can be trusted, but seemingly in the context of philosophic structures that found physical equivalents for many of the gods. Eventually, and for perhaps the same reasons, the idea also surfaces in Orphic texts. But the first sure literary identification of Apollo with the sun occurs no earlier than Euripides, in a fragment of his lost Phaethon (fr 781.10-12 N2), and we cannot tell from the text whether the innovation is his or something previously in circulation. Earlier in the century there are admittedly some suspect moments in Aischylos on this point: we have seen that the playwright probably does link the moon with Artemis (fr 170 R), and his Hiketides (212–14) has been thought by some to call the rays of the sun Apollo. In addition, the same poet's lost Bassarides may have contained a reference to the dismemberment of Orpheus by those women, who we are told were sent by Dionysos because Orpheus ignored him and worshipped only Helios, whom he called Apollo (p. 138 R).

I must confess that I am skeptical of most of this evidence: the tale of Orpheus comes from Ps-Eratosthenes, who cites Aischylos for one brief point near the end of the story, suggesting that the rest of the account (including Helios/Apollo) derives from other sources (Katast 24). 37 As for the Hiketides, the link between Apollo and the sun there is achieved largely by emendation of an (admittedly corrupt) text that originally implied just the opposite. 38 And while different plays are entitled to different views, we should note that in the Choephoroi Helios is addressed by Orestes in a way that emphasizes his separation from Apollo (Cho 984-86). Still, there is the reference to Artemis as the moon, if we have read the fragment correctly. Whenever the connection between god and sun was made, it was surely fostered by Apollo's title of Phoibos, used so often by Homer and the Hymn to Apollo (with or without Apollo added), and meaning (or thought to mean) "shining." But on balance we should probably conclude that the myths of the Archaic period (virtually) always made Helios and Apollo two separate figures; they are never confused in early art.”

In the Iliad scholia, the Theomachy from Books 20-21 is interpreted allegorically and Artemis is said to represent the moon (Hera the air, Hermes reason, etc, and possibly Theagenes of Rhegium (6th century BCE) is responsible for this idea. I can't confirm though whether or not he was cited as a source in the scholia, I'll need to look more into this. Artemis is clearly associated with the moon by Greek authors dating from the Roman period (ex. Plutarch), but her identification with the moon goddess Diana most probably explains why.

Personally I don't refer to Artemis as the goddess of the moon or Apollo the god of the sun, let alone as the actual moon or sun.

[sterekorgtfo]

Disclaimer: This poll is just for fun, shits, giggles, and like. Poll may have some archaic unscientific fanfictiony viewpoints on buttginity and anal tightness. And if you choose option 7 I personally hope your crops wither but I respect your right to have bad opinions.

[toddandersonsblog]

ok but why is writing in archaic my new hobby?????

I have written a little monologue for mercutio, and I'm having so much fun!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he's such an interesting character fr

[jtargaryen18]

Scenting Their Prey

Scenting Their Prey

Masterlist

Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, drugging, explicit sex, non-con, dub-con, oral (fr), A/B/O dynamics.

Relationships: Alpha!Tony Stark x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: As an Omega, you had control of your life and your choices. Until you didn't...

A/N: This is for @ironlady1993's I love you 3000 Challenge and it's VERY late. I'm so sorry. The next and final part will post this week. Bucky's turn. Thank you so much!🙏

Tags are a mess. If you aren't tagged, it's not intentional. I'm working on another way to get word out.

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"You're just letting me go?" you asked.

"Wait by the gate," one of the soldiers told you.

He motioned you toward a simple farmer's gate that broke up the barbed wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see. That the man stood slightly in front of the others told you he was the leader. All of them dressed in black tactical gear, all holding rifles except for the one who spoke to you. His was slung across his back.

Your heart raced as you timidly did as you were told. You shivered in the chilly autumn breeze.

Beyond that rusted gate was an open field with a forest at its edge. There were no visible guards beyond the gate: just wide-open spaces, freedom.

You swallowed hard. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

When the northern states began invading the southern border of Canada, everyone knew why. Omega birth rates in the US had been dropping for the last twenty-five years, causing the land of the free to resurrect some very archaic restrictions on the few they had. The alpha population, on the other hand, flourished.

But despite all their twisted efforts, very few omegas were born in the US over the last two decades.

It started with a rash of disappearances. It didn't take long for the media to ascertain that every one of those missing young Canadians was an omega. Once the invasions started in small border towns, the politicians got involved. A war between the two nations would be declared at any time.

None of it helped the omegas caught in the crosshairs. Not yet. One by one, the border towns were invaded. The younger omegas were rounded up and taken into custody. The stories were all over social media. The kidnap victims, male and female, were illegally transported into the US and auctioned off to alphas for vast sums of money.

Your town had been invaded. They'd plucked you out of your life along with all the other young omegas in your community, mated and unmated. You were kept in a makeshift prison on the outskirts of town for the last few weeks, kept company by armed guards.

The facility was run like a prison. All of you were fed three meals a day and allowed a daily shower. But there was no communication with the outside world. No television, internet, or smartphones. You got an hour in a community room each evening after dinner. They provided jigsaw puzzles, craft baskets, and a handful of books. All the books were educational, written to educate omegas on what to expect during heat cycles, nesting, mating and bonding, birth, and parenthood.

The writing was on the wall. You were all held captive, deprived of the suppressants most of you took to control your biology. You were all like death row inmates, waiting for the permanent death of your freedom. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself shipped off to America for auction to some unknown wealthy alpha to claim.

That's why you were so confused now.

With your heart flying, you glanced over your shoulder to see another omega from your town standing in the place where you'd been standing before. She looked as confused as you felt. Both of you wearing the camouflage-colored sweatshirts and jeans they handed out this morning. The boots they gave you were too small, squeezing your toes.

You waited by the gate, exhaling a shaky breath.

What was going to happen next?

The leader marched in your direction, stopping in front of you. The man towered over you, his gaze hard. The subtle scent of him told you he was a beta. All of the guards were.

You froze when he pulled out a small pistol. In the blink of an eye, he pressed it to the side of your neck. You flinched when he pulled the trigger, felt a sharp pinch. Then it burned. What had he shot you with?

"I'm going to open the gate," he said meaningfully. "And you're going to run across the field to the woods. If you stop running, you'll be shot."

Oh, shit.

"Once you get to the woods, you're on your own," he went on. "If you can find your way out of those woods, you're free."

Free, huh? You didn't buy it. They wouldn't have invaded your town, taken you captive, and held you for weeks just to let you go. What was going on here?

With an efficiency that was startling, he lifted the latch on the gate and pulled it open.

"Run!" he yelled.

Your body sprang into action despite the thoughts swirling around in your head, despite the burn spreading out from your neck. You sprinted out of the gate, running like hell for the woods to avoid being shot. You were winded by the time you reached the woods. Your activity had been very limited since they took you.

Fear wouldn't allow you to look back. You paused for a beat to catch your breath and then you began wandering the woods. Something told you the offer was too good to be true, that you wouldn't be allowed to just wander out of the woods to freedom. But if there was any chance you could find a way to free yourself...

You scanned the area around you wildly at first. Did you know this place? Was it close to home?

You made your way through the woods, but nothing looked familiar. As the line of trees where you'd entered the forest got farther away, you came to realize how dense and deep these woods were.

You weren't watching where you were going and collided hard with someone. Your heart flew as you stared at another captive from the facility where you'd been kept. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

"Watch it!" she hissed.

"Sorry."

When you started to go about your way, she grabbed you by the sleeve and hauled you back with her behind a huge tree trunk. You looked at her in question.

"They are hunting us," she whispered loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

 Hunting?

 "What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she said. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you asked.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done.

"My heat is coming on fast," she said. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right, but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods.

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she said, and you started moving.

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? Could you survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha? You needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees.

And that's when you spotted him.

The man perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face.The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouching in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall.

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The scent of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together, and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle? Would you have reacted to him anyway?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

But he wasn't saying anything.

In a flash, he threw you over his right shoulder, held in place with his flesh hand. He started moving and your stomach lurched as the woods flew past you at an unnatural speed. Your hands clutched the back of his jacket, the black leather cold under your fingers. You spotted another girl from your confinement, running from another alpha. The omega who told you what happened was further into the woods on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the alpha who caught her.

Adrenaline spiked your growing fear. You didn't even try to fight the beast of a man who had you. What was wrong with you?

Planting your hands on his back, you pushed off hard and fast. It worked because you surprised him, landing on the ground with a thump behind him. Pain seared your knees and elbows as you scrambled up. Now if you could be fast enough in getting away.

You dashed off, screaming when another man darted out from behind a tree and caught you in his arms. The one who held you wasn't as tall as the other man, but you could feel the muscular wall of his chest under your fingers as he held onto you. Unlike the first one, he wore a deep burgundy sweater and jeans like he was just walking through the woods. His scent was an intoxicating blend of ash, iron, and molten lava. You fought to breathe, unable to prevent yourself from pressing your face into his neck and taking a deep breath of the alpha's essence.

"Thank you, Barnes," he said, his hold on you tightening. "I'll see you back at the cabin."

Planting your hands on that chest, you tried to push back, to free yourself. This alpha with his perfectly coiffed dark hair, goatee, and deep hazel eyes chuckled as he held onto you with ease.

"Feisty," he said, startling you when he fastened a heavy metal device around your wrists with a speed that was scary. "I like it."

"No." The man behind you growled the word. You felt the heat of him behind you, his scent invaded your senses and went to your head. "She's mine."

The other alpha stiffened against you.

"Ah, no," he said confidently. "She's the one I picked out. I showed you, remember? I realize you're on the edge of a rut, buddy. But this one is mine. Go find your own."

Barnes' low growl sent a spike of fear through you. Would he accept that?

To you, the alpha who cuffed you said, "Start walking. You get more than three feet away from me and those cuffs are going to get very uncomfortable."

What?

You sped up, trying to dash away. Electric pulses sent searing pain up your arms. The pain was so acute, it took your breath away. It momentarily overpowered the biological process they'd artificially induced in you. And that was saying something.

Grabbing your elbow, he urged you to walk along next to him, in no particular hurry. A smirk formed on his handsome face as he pulled you along in the forest. You were afraid of what it might mean. You were so overwhelmed by everything, you cooperated. You didn't want to feel the pain again.

And Barnes couldn’t take you away from him without causing you a lot of pain. He wouldn’t, would he?

The lewd sounds of coupling were all around you, a macabre symphony of domination that pushed your fears higher. They were also making the powerful craving building in your body so much worse. The slick  soaked your panties, your jeans, clinging to you in a sticky mess. Your core was aching, and your thighs were starting to tremble. You hadn't been given bras and the scrape of your sweatshirt against your tight nipples was impossible to ignore.

The one he'd called Barnes wasn't trying to stop you. Was he still back there? Had he gone to find another omega? It was hard to tell over the sounds of coupling and hard to focus on with waves of heat and need pulsing through your body.

As your heart raced and your breath came faster, you saw the edge of the forest ahead. He'd mentioned a cabin to Barnes. Did that mean he didn't intend to claim you in the woods? If you were now going to belong to this alpha, was he sparing you at least that indignation?

A few feet from the break in the trees, the alpha stopped you. Walking around in front of you, his gaze on your plucked-open jeans. His smile widened.

"This will make him insane," he said, reaching in and gripping your panties. They were so wet there wasn't even a rending sound as he ripped them from you, pulling them free of your jeans. Humiliation had you dropping your gaze as he brought them up to his nose. "Fucking perfect."

Why did he want to make Barnes insane?

A low whine escaped you as your pussy lips absorbed the pain of that extraction. Craving more. The alpha's expression held a touch of sympathy.

"Not much farther," he said, dropping your underwear to the forest floor. He's leaving them for the other alpha? Why? A display of dominance? "We'll take good care of you. I promise."

It wasn't lost on you that he said we.

When you emerged from the woods, at a different point than you'd entered them, you saw more armed soldiers. Another drove up in an open black cart, nodding to the alpha as he pulled you toward it.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Stark,"

 "Thank you," he muttered.

Helping you in first, he climbed into the driver's seat, and off you went. It was a short drive until you reached what looked like an expensive resort. Yes, all the buildings were styled as rustic log cabins. But as you got closer, you saw that they were upscale and luxurious with huge shimmering windows and other fancy architectural touches that would have been expensive. If you hadn't been cramping so badly, you might have appreciated the sprawling resort.

As it was, you were in a lot of discomfort bordering on pain. By the time he pulled into the garage of the largest cabin you would see, you were shaking. The heat they'd forced on you made you desperate. The scent of him next to you had your mouth watering. You were ready to crawl into the alpha's lap even as your mind was screaming at you to fight and resist.

Reaching over, he freed you from the cuffs. His fingers felt so good as they soothed the flesh marked by the metal. His heated gaze was intent on you.

"They dosed you good, didn't they? Have you ever been through a heat before?" he asked.

“Alone,” you said, tears gathering. Frustration burned your body while your mind was spinning.

“I’m Tony. And I know you don’t think so right now,” he told you, “but you will have a good life with me. Our cubs will have a good life. You won’t want for anything.”

Dropping your head, steeling yourself against the ache, you managed to mutter, “freedom.”

“Freedom?” Tony said, his chuckle was a deep, rich sound. “You haven’t even experienced freedom yet. But you will.”

With impressive speed, he dashed around the cart and scooped you out, carrying you bridal style into the luxurious cabin. Your face pressed into his neck, breathing him in. The heat and strength of him were compelling, had you grinding your thighs together in agony.

The huge bedroom was warm, cozy. The fireplace next to the bed held a bright flame adding its glow to the soft lighting. The bedding looked sumptuous and soft. The extra blankets neatly folded on the bed had your mind spinning, wishing you’d had time in advance to work with those blankets. Get everything just right.

A cart on the other side of the bed, loaded with food. There was a basket of fruit and a small stack of protein bars. There were sweets too with cookies and pastries. The small cooler next to it was filled with ice, bottles of water.

Tony was careful in placing you on the huge bed. Smoothing a hand over your cheek, his eyes were kind. But there was something… some mischief. What was happening? He’d went to all the trouble to pluck you out of the forest.

A quick glance around the room and he sighed. “I think we’re all set.”

You were panting, a hand down in your jeans. You were burning alive from the inside and your desperate fingers on your clit couldn’t bring you relief. Your tears were bitter. Your life was being stolen by an obviously wealthy American alpha. You’d been thrown into heat against your will. Heat swallowed you. Your throat was parched.

Were you even going to survive this?

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Tony purred, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. His gaze roamed over your breasts, his smile widening. He lifted a hand, barely touching one tight nipple with his fingertips.

That simple touch pulled a desperate whine from you.

“It’s okay.” That hand slid down over your ribs and darted into your jeans. When his fingers pushed in around yours and found your clit, you thought you were going to explode. You froze, taking in the delicate way he was tracing circles around that tiny bundle of nerves at your center. His lips chained kisses along your neck, the light scratch of his beard made you shiver. “You really are perfect.”

Tony moved to push your jeans down and you were frantic to help him, managing to shed the shoes and socks you wore too. His hands skimmed over your thighs as you did, the rough pads of his fingers making your crazy and surprising you all at once. Why would a wealthy alpha has rough hands?

When you were fully revealed to him, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss. Every part of your body was on fire, aching. It didn’t speed him up. He took his time, claiming your mouth with a seeking kiss. He enticed you, tasted your lips. When he eased back, you just stared.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounded desperate to your own ears.

Tony chuckled. “In a weird way, I’m reinstating Prima Nocta.”

You had no idea what that meant, and you didn’t care. Taking you in his arms, he took both of you further up the bed, into the small mountain of pillows at the top. His lips blazed a path over your jaw, down to your chest. When his mouth closed around one of your nipples, it was all you could do not to scream. You choked it back, losing your mind as the tip of his tongue danced around that tight little peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered around it. “I want to hear you.”

You gasped as he moved down your body, his mouth cleaning the slick from the tender flesh of your inner thighs. Your hands shook as your fingers sank into his hair. You parted your legs for him, closer now to getting the relief you needed. When he got his mouth on you, you screamed long and loud. While his tongue strummed your clit with precision when it wasn’t exploring your folds, you were howling wantonly in the quiet of the cabin.

You begged for relief, pleaded for more. The alpha held you open for him easily, humming into your flesh until you thought you’d blow apart. You came the first time just from that vibration. Tony brought you off the second time on his tongue.

Tony lifted from you, pulling the sweater he wore off and revealing a dazzling display of muscles. But there were so many scars, including a nasty looking one right at the center of his chest. You were about to reach out and trace it with a finger, but he caught your chin in his hand and made you meet his gaze.

“Present for me,” he said. Not an order but a sensual request.

And you scrambled to get on all fours for him, facing the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. Tony’s hand caressed your ass, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s turn you around,” he whispered.

Whatever you want. You turned to face the huge picture window at the other end of the huge room. The sun was setting and smearing the sky in vivid red and orange, almost dark. You dropped down to your elbows, whining a little as you did to let him know you were still in need. The two orgasms you already had took the edge off, but everything still hurt.

You’d had a couple of lovers, betas, who you’d been happy with for a time. They’d been good lovers. You’d never been with an alpha. Tony slid easily into your weeping entrance. But the size of him… You gasped as he reached the end of you, your walls trembling to stretch around him. You wondered how it would feel when you weren’t in heat.

At the moment, it was bliss. His hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to move in you, knowing what you needed. His cock pounded into you once he established a rhythm, making you fight to stay in place for him. Your slick walls tried in vain to grip him, the slide tightening the grip lust had on you, spinning your senses.

The first howl you heard was on the edge of your awareness. It might have been Tony. It could have been you. But as Tony fucked you, the heat and lust consumed you. Your fingers clawed at the lavish bedding beneath you while your body craved more. Your heart slammed in your chest, in time with his powerful thrusts. You were panting, whining. By the time you were coming again, sensation overwhelmed you, coursing through your veins.

You dropped your head, a slave to your biology as Tony worked you from behind. You braced for him to reach his release, to knot you.

Yet, even in your chaotic state, you noticed he wasn’t in a frenzy as you were. Tony’s movements and breathing were controlled. His grip was firm but not demanding. While the string of orgasms helped quench the out-of-control flames of your heat, he wasn’t as desperate as you were.

Did he find you lacking? If you didn’t satisfy him, would you be sent back to the woods? The facility where you’d been kept for weeks?

Would they let you live?

Grabbing your hair, Tony pulled your head back up and holding you there. The move put the picture window in your view. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon and its dying rays offered enough light to see his shadow outside the window.

You saw the silhouette of the first alpha who caught you and it both terrified and excited you.

When his metal hand struck the window, cracking the glass beneath his fist, you came hard.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony growled behind you.

The world spun for you and Tony released your hair. His grip on your hips was iron-hard, almost hurt. Tony doubled down then, coming inside you as the echoes of your release went on and on until everything went black.

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[eucanthos]

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Greek Archaic Plagona doll: Poupée à bras et jambes articulés, les mains tenant des crotales, 4th c. BC. Credit: Photo Hervé Lewandowski. Musée du Louvre

Around  450–440 BC, a more sophisticated type of doll appeared in Athens, in which the legs were articulated not at the hips but at the knees. Dolls made during the Hellenistic and Roman periods have dresses or skirts that conceal the joint for the movable legs. Though large numbers of dolls come from the tombs of little girls, they have also been found in sanctuaries, where young girls would dedicate them to Artemis on the eve of their marriage.

History of Dolls

Archaeological evidence places dolls as the foremost candidate for the oldest known toy. Wooden paddle dolls have been found in Egyptian tombs dating to as early as the 21st c. BC. Greek Archaic dolls with movable limbs and removable clothing date back to at least 500 BC.

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/poupee-a-bras-et-jambes-articules-les-mains-tenant-des-crotales_terre-cuite_sculpture-technique

http://www.historyofdolls.com/

[rxttenfish]

i saw this thread and wanted to quickly save it over here

IMAGE ID: A series of tweets by Dr. Roel Konijnendijk (Roelkonijn)

Yesterday my thread about ancient warriors' bodies was RT'ed w/ fairly reasonable criticism. Since then I have been inundated with abuse from literal fascists for daring to challenge their ideas about ancient Greece.

For any adults in the room here are the receipts

Ancient Greek men obv. admired strength, venerated athletes & praised those who trained their bodies. But since the Archaic period there was tension between the needs of games and war. Athletes overspecialised & lost touch with practicality; they neglected what really mattered.

As the Spartan poet Tyrtaios says (fr. 12): "I would not mention or take account of a man for his prowess in running or wrestling, not even if he had the size and strength of the Cyclopes (...) For no man is good in war unless he can endure the sight of bloody slaughter..."

"...this is excellence; this is the finest prize for a young man to win." Similarly Archilochos (fr. 114) does not like the well-groomed and sculpted rich man as commander, but "one who is short and bandy-legged, stands firmly on his feet, and is full of courage."

This is a constant. Euripides' lost Autolykos: "Of all the countless evils infesting Greece, there is none worse than  the tribe of athletes (...) how, indeed, when a man is slave to his jaw,  and a victim of his belly, could he acquire wealth to increase his  father's store?​"

"...Again, they cannot endure poverty, nor adapt themselves to misfortunes.  Accustomed as they are to ignoble habits, they find it hard to change  them when difficulties come (...) What succour to his native town does a man bring who has won a crown for clever wrestling?"

"Will they fight the enemy with discus in hand, or through the line of shields​ smite with the fist and cast the enemy forth from their native land? No man, when standing close to cold steel, commits such foolishness."

Epameinondas (Nepos 15.2.4-5): "As soon as E. attained military age and began to interest himself in physical exercise, he aimed less at great strength than at agility; for he thought that the former was necessary for athletes, but that the latter  would be helpful in warfare."

Philopoimen (Plut. Philop. 3.2-3) is another famous general credited with this insight: "He was also thought to be a good wrestler, but when some of his friends urged him to take up athletics, he asked them if athletics  would not be injurious to his military training..."

"They told him (arid it was the truth) that the habit of body and mode of  life for athlete and soldier were totally different, and particularly  that their diet and training were not the same, since the one required much sleep, continuous surfeit of food..."

“...and fixed periods of activity and repose, in order to preserve or improve their condition, which the slightest influence or the least  departure from routine is apt to change for the worse; whereas the  soldier ought to be used to all sorts of irregularity and inequality..."

"...and above all should accustom himself to endure lack of food easily, and  as easily lack of sleep. On hearing this, Philopoimen not only shunned athletics himself and derided them, but also in later times as a  commander banished from the army all forms of them..."

"...with every possible mark of reproach and dishonour, on the ground that  they rendered useless for the inevitable struggle of battle men who  would otherwise be most serviceable."

Xenophon (Sym. 2.17) has Sokrates declare that it is better to do mild general exercise (ie. dancing), "not like the long-distance runners, who develop their legs at the  expense of their shoulders, nor like the prize-fighters, who develop their shoulders but become thin-legged"

The soldiers in the army of Alexander the Great mocked the boxer Dioxippos, calling him a "useless, bloated animal" (Curtius 9.7.16). He could win a 1v1 fight easily, but soldiers did not respect him, and shame finally drove him to suicide.

There is plenty more in Aristotle, Plutarch, and the medical authors to this effect, that athletic training is not good for your health and not suitable for soldiers. It is important to be fit, tough & enduring, but not to take it too far. As the poet Xenophanes says (fr. 2):

"Neither if there were a good boxer among the people, nor one good at the pentathlon or in wrestling, or again in the swiftness of his feet (...) would there for that reason be better law and order in the city."

A lot of people who presume that my view has anything to do with my identity or career should probably know that all of this same evidence is gathered in W.K. Pritchett, "The Greek State at War" II (1974), pp. 215-7. He was a classicist and captain in the USAAF from 1941-1945.

[parageist]

oc reference sheet. she’s so autismpilled just like me fr fr

fun facts:

-had gender with your mom last night (checkmate liberals)

-would you still love them if she was a worm (please say yes)

-nothing but ethereal breakcore in her head (is she even real?)

-uses archaic computer programs even when she has the latest ones (LET THEM COOK)

-it won’t stop raining in her room (yes she tried closing the window already, doesn’t fix it)