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quinnyundertow · 1 year ago

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The Cult Leader’s Quarry

TW: NSFW 18+ , canon typical violence, murder, stalking, self-harm

CHAPTER 3 NOOSE DRAWS TIGHTER

Your home is embarrassingly sparse. The furniture is clearly secondhand from some local goodwill or flea market. The items are all mismatched and of varying levels of quality but it’s obvious the current owner cares for everything. This is what they call house poor. You spend so much on rent that the rest of your aspects of life suffer. He expected nothing more from a pathetic monkey.

The late afternoon sun paints the room in this orange glow as Suguru Geto crosses your living area. He walks in an oddly ethereal style, his robes moving almost imperceptibly. He pauses to pick up some gaudy decorative items off your side tables. He peers at them briefly before moving to the small bookcase you own. It’s mainly filled with manga trash and fantasy drivel. Though a few authors catch his eye towards the bottom, Murasaki Shikoku, Sei Shonagon, Leo Tolstoy, Fukumi Shimura, Sun Tzu, Osamu Dazai. So you’re not as stupid as he thought. For a monkey that is. He plucks out the book Colors of a Mother by Fukumi Shimura. It's an unpretentious book with nothing on the blue cover but the title and author. Turning it over in his hands he studies it for a moment. He hadn’t seen any sign you had a child. What a strange reading choice. Without another thought he pockets the book in his robes.

He’s wasting time, who cares that the monkey can read the classics. Refocusing, he takes a small black device no bigger than a pencil’s eraser. Due to his naturally tall form he doesn’t need a step stool to simply apply the tiny camera to the kitchen’s smoke detector in a way that looks inconspicuous. If Satoru wanted to destroy his curses, Suguru would just have to utilize technology rather than sorcery. There’s this voice screaming in the back of his head that he’s wasting time away from his true objective of eradicating all non-sorcerers. Nothing that voice says now matters. He has isolated himself so completely from other adults these last two years. That something about you has him coming back for more. He will devour and disassemble you; but tonight just doesn’t feel right. Not now, he can’t wait for that moment really. But he needs something more from you first. He’s not sure yet what that thing is.

Continuing his tour of your home, he notes your bedroom is surprisingly childish. You have stuffed animals strewn around the room, a thick fluffy comforter and hanging string lights. He can’t help the tiny smile that creeps on his face at the idea of the corporate woman he’s seen sleeping here at night. Speaking of corporate women, you should be home any minute now. He quickly places a camera in your bedroom before entering the messiest room in the house so far, the bathroom. You had been in a rush this morning. A makeup bag lay on your sink. Taking up your perfume he sprays a little in the air just to get a whiff. A shiver runs through him as he takes the scent in. He decides he wants to play a game with you. He picks up your toothbrush and sets it down in the opposite way you had it before. Would you notice? There’s a wall vent in the bathroom the perfect height for a voyeur's camera. He easily pops off the cover to set his camera inside when he can’t help but freeze. There’s already a camera inside the vent. It’s an older clunkier model that can’t stream but it can certainly be programmed to run at certain hours and record during them.

He feels his blood thrumming loud in his ears. Who has been spying on you? You’re his quarry, his target, his prey. Who was infringing on his territory? He barely hears your key in the front door lock before he applies his camera into a different area and leaves the older model for now. He slats the vent home and flicks off the bathroom light as you enter the main room. You’re all sighs as you shuffle around the kitchen and dining room. He’s sure you’ll have to pee soon and slips into your tub shower and stands behind the curtain.

The fact that you could find him here. Or that he could jump out and be on top of you at any second has him feeling a new type of elation he never had before. All his nerve endings are on fire as the bathroom light flicks on. The navy shower curtains is dark enough to obscure his figure. You give another long sigh and the intimate noises that follow give him an instant boner. You’re peeing while thinking you're alone. He isn’t even able to enjoy the full experience as he’s instantly is reminded of the other camera in the vent. He needs to take care of that. The idea that someone else is taking advantage of your private moments, the ones meant only for him, is going to drive him mad.

There’s the sound of your clothes hitting the floor and Suguru has an anticipatory knot his throat. One of your dainty hands reaches blindly into the shower and turns the water on. The cold water blasts his clothes but he barely feels it beneath his racing pulse. If you see him here it’s game over for you. He will either have to kill you or force you into a state where you are unable to tell anyone.

His breathing is picking up but the sound of the shower is masking it. When you step past the shower’s billowing curtain he’s going to grab you by the shoulders and slam you into the shower wall. He’ll let the freezing water spray you down. Your skin will erupt into goosebumps while your nipples harden painfully. You’ll be so terrified-

There’s a noise as you leave the bathroom. You must have forgotten something in your bedroom. Despite the fantasy's allure he exits the bath quickly. He isn’t ready for this new game to end yet.

He’s creeping to the bathroom exit when he sees a pair of your used panties at the top of your dirty clothes pile. He doesn’t even hesitate a moment before he swiftly pockets them. Geto is out of your apartment and riding the elevator to the first floor before you even return to the bathroom.

The longer he walks down the streets the more his mind works itself up into a frenzy. His consciousness is in turmoil. Why hasn’t he killed you yet? Is he getting weak? Is his resolve really that shaky? He pauses at a crosswalk on his journey to the train station. A monkey approaches him from the sidewalk. Her hips are swaying and hair is meticulously styled, “Hey handsome, looking-“ her spiel is interrupted by screams as the curse he let loose melts away her features until she’s no more than a mummified husk. He continues walking when the crosswalk indicates he’s safe to and ignores all the hysterical bystanders who just saw that monkey spontaneously combust.

So he isn’t weak, he didn’t feel anything when he murdered that woman. If anything he feels relief that one more monkey will no longer be on this planet. So you are his problem. Oddly enough that irritates him more. He pulls out the soft pink panties he had stolen off your floor. He holds them tightly in his fist as his jaw works in annoyance. He’s going to throw them into the next trash bin he passes. The entire walk home, bin after bin goes by and his grip on your cloth only tightens.

He’s doing mental gymnastics in order to justify not throwing them away. They were his reward; his trophy for his troubles. No one needed to know where it was from. He was the master of his own universe; he could do what he wished.

When he finally arrives home and locks the office door behind him his grip loosens. His fingers are slightly cramped from the extended vice grip they were held in. Little crescent moons dot the palm of his hand from his nails pressure. In a way he felt like a giddy teen once again doing something forbidden. He and Satoru had stolen panties before as a dare. This somehow felt far more satisfying.

Opening his hands he spread the cloth to view the whole article. It was cute, soft, and slightly stained at the crotch. Did someone turn you on today or were you naturally this wet? He couldn’t help but shiver as he lifted the garment to his face. He presses the softness to his cheek and inhales deeply the musky scent of you. His eyes roll back in his head as he continues to breathe you into him. He can’t wait to spread your thighs and get it from the source. Looking at the slightly damp crotch he tentatively licks, and then sucks at the fabric. There’s not enough there to taste your essence but the fact that your pussy dripped on this spot for hours today is enough to drive him wild.

He’s slipping open his robes. He doesn’t need to totally remove them to pull out his rock hard member. His tip is a furious scarlet with pearls of precum drooling from it. He’s rougher with himself than he normally would be. Your panties are pressed to his face so he can smell you all around him. He milks himself harshly and unforgivingly. He’s jerking himself to a fucking monkey. Ensuring he doesn’t enjoy the process as much as he could, he squeezes himself in a way that he will likely show bruises tomorrow. At the moment of his climax he releases his twitching cock. Slumping against the door he whimpers as he ruins his own orgasm. His hips are bucking in want, wishing for that gentle attention found in the afterglow. As long as he’s lusting over this damn monkey he doesn't intend to allow himself any real relief.

It’s Thursday evening and you have been absolutely swamped at work this week. Your boss is genuinely a nice guy but when he’s getting reamed out by the higher powers, you and Zoe end up having to help with whatever unreasonable request is handed down. Instead of leaving around six both of you had pulled a late one tonight only leaving after ten PM.

The two of you sat in a smaller mom and pop restaurant, the tables on the floor are surrounded by cushions for seating. A half eaten massive bowl of ramen sits in front of you, along with an almost complete third beer. You are somewhat decent at holding your alcohol but tonight it’s hitting a little harder than normal and you are basking in that feeling.

Your attention is jerked up when Zoe slams her second beer down looking satisfied. Unlike you, Zoe cannot hold her alcohol at all and is generally reduced to a good natured giggly drunk by the evening’s end.

You're pushing around some noodles before putting them in your mouth with a lament, “What’s the buddhist version of hell.”

Zoe cackles, “We’re probably already in it. Look around you, ain’t it swell.” Suddenly a pair of chopsticks are pointing directly at your face just an inch away from your nose. Guessing you are thinking about your encounter with that monk earlier this week she continues, “You need to let that shit go. Didn’t you go past his temple when you saw him the second time? If anything, you're the stalker at this point.” Zoe eyes closed, is nodding to herself now as if someone else has made a really good point in the conversation.”

You pout heavily picking up a fishcake experimentally before putting it back into your bowl. “I wasn’t thinking about him and I didn’t call him a stalker..”

There’s a shuffling beside your booth as the third and final party member stumbles back from the restroom. He’s a lanky guy, his legs go on forever as he awkwardly sits back beside Zoe. “Let’s not use our chopsticks to point at others.” He chides lightly, tapping her arm.

Staring at her arm still stretched across the table Zoe reluctantly puts it down with a frown. “Y/N needed a scolding because she thinks she's got beef with a Buddhist Monk.”

You wave your hands quickly in embarrassment gesturing for Zoe to shut up. Unfortunately, all that did was grab your bosses interest even more. You quickly try to dissuade that interest. “I’m overreacting, really. I just ran into this monk two times and each time he just stared down like I spit on Buddha.”

Your boss tilts his head. He tends to take things seriously and apparently this would be no different. He raises a pale hand with bitten down fingernails; to rub the side of his hooked nose. “A Monk? Are they one of those culty types out of that former time association building?”

You gape up at him, which gains you an awkward but pleased smile in return, “Higuruma, how did you know that?”

He laughs under his breath so the motion is there but not the noise, “I make it my business to know what’s going on around here. I haven’t felt inclined to go to a service myself as it’s all mumbo jumbo hogwash but I’ve heard a man in monk's robes runs the place and has a decent following so far. His followers proclaim he can perform healing miracles.”

Zoe’s listening attentively despite being totally smashed and leaning against the wall for support, “Eugh, gross. Y/n, maybe walk on the opposite side of the street from now on.”

You nod at Zoe’s comment, “I have been and that seems to have worked.”

Your boss Higuruma Hiromi tilts his head to the side while watching you, “Did he say something to harass you?”

Your face is totally flushed with humiliation at this point. You are clearly overreacting and Higuruma’s kindness is just slamming that point home, “No he hasn’t said a word to me, please don’t concern yourself.”

Your boss waves for the check while mulling everything over, “You're not exactly one for theatrics. Let me know if something changes, we had better head out now if we want to make the last trains home.”

Unlike most corporate drinking, it didn’t feel forced at all when you were both invited out by Higuruma. He was unassuming and sincere, kept his private life to himself and never overstepped work boundaries like so many other men did in the workplace.

Exiting out into the cool air you watched pretty little puffs waft by from your exhales. The sidewalk was surprisingly busy considering the hour. Ahead of you Zoe gives a bit of a stagger causing you to giggle as Higuruma shakes his head in an affectionate manner before putting his arm through hers to give her balance. You can’t help but smile lightly at their backs. They would make a cute couple.. then again you didn’t even know if Higuruma was single.

It was at that point a chill went up your spine. Goosebumps rippled down your limbs and you reflexively pulled your arms to you and rubbed yourself to keep warm. You felt this undercurrent of unease, a creeping anxiety, like a predator was stalking you from the bushes. You keep walking with your group but you couldn’t help looking over your shoulder trying to see what gave you that ominous feeling. You aren’t the tallest person in the world but you figure a man in monk's robes would stick out like a sore thumb…..a man in monks robes? Why would you assume it was that monk again? You are really being weird about this whole thing. There was absolutely no one behind you that was paying you any mind. You need to stop drinking if this is how it affects your anxiety.

You turn to catch up with your group and when you do dark blue and gold catch your eye across the street. On the opposite side of the road walks the man who has been haunting your thoughts lately. The way he strolls down the sidewalk is as if he has nothing else in the world to do. Not only is he on the wrong side of the street but he’s still behind you by a block or so and isn’t even looking your way. Yet the goosebumps remain.

You turn and rush forward, bumping interesting others in order to catch up with your small group. Once within talking distance you realize there’s nothing for you to say. The man is simply existing and you’re freaking out. He’s probably on his way back to his temple which is on the way to the station. The level of panic you feel thrumming through your veins is uncalled for. You decide to stay closer to your group, feigning being unaffected, as you try with all your might not to look over your shoulder anymore to see if he’s still there.

“That’s the place right?” Higuruma nods, talking over his shoulder to you. You finally allow yourself to turn but instead of stopping at the temple’s building you're looking further back trying to find that man again walking along the sidewalk. Your gaze goes from person to person with no luck. He’s no longer on the sidewalk and you overreacted again. The guy in question probably entered his “workplace”. Higuruma watches you, puzzled as you look further behind the place for a moment and then give him your assent.

“Yeah.. that’s the place he was standing outside of when his cocksure buddy spilled my coffee and then asked me out to replace it.”

Zoe gave a fit of giggles at that, “Some men have no tact. Is it safe to assume you said no?”

You can’t help but blush at her correct assumption, “Kind of? I think. I don’t know, I ran like hell when I saw that Monk standing there all pissy.” Your group is crossing the street at an intersection close to the subway system. You can’t help but feel relief as the building fades from sight.

Zoe is leaning against Higuruma who is trying to keep a straight face as he holds her up under her arm. He fails when her next words are, “Maybe he just needs to get laid. God knows you do y/n.”

Your older boss chokes and has a minor coughing fit at the topic change, “Allllright Zoe, you’ve lost your talking privileges.” You’re scanning all three of your train passes as you head down a long group of stairs.

Zoe decides to ignore the memo and continues, “I am not judging, I need to get laid too. That’s why we’re going clubbing tomorrow evening. You can come too but you gotta loosen up a little guruma.”

His face is bright red and he looks like he's regretting everything that brought him to this point in his life. “I’ll go ahead and pass on that one Miss Zoe. I'm a little old for clubbing..also not really sure that’s appropriate as I’m your superior..”

The station is bustling with people trying to get home before the last train at midnight. There’s that loud overhead beeping letting you know the train you need is about to leave the station and the three of you race into the car and into a row of sideways seats. You couldn’t help but enjoy Zoe giving your boss the third degree. You had thought he was attractive and tried to hit on him for a while after being hired, to no avail. The man took his job as a defense attorney way too seriously for a woman to distract him.

The banter is natural and amusing as the two bicker lightly over things that don’t matter. You find yourself laughing lightly, just letting the booze marinate in you as the train leaves the station and moves towards your home. You are the second to last stop while Zoe is two before you. “Are you even able to get home safely Zoe?”

Your friend nods before flexing her arm, “You dare doubt me?” she gives a shit eating grin as Higuruma eyes her skeptically.

“I think I’ll walk Miss Zoe home. Just to be sure.” He mutters. If it was anyone other than Higuruma Hiromi you would never allow your girlfriend to be walked home by a man alone. But this man had an ironclad code of conduct and was one of those rare people you felt you could trust with your life. He sees the absolute worst of humanity every day. Trying to defend the innocent in cases that are labeled unwinnable. Sometimes his code of ethics is all he can rely on at the end of the day.

Nodding you let your body be gently jostled by the train car.’You aren’t exactly excited to be going home yourself. In fact, everyday this week you seem to dread it a little more. It had gotten to the point where you practically begged the complex's maintenance group to change your locks yesterday.

Little things had been around everyday this week. Your toothbrush, placed opposite of how you normally left it. Your makeup bag left unzipped with the smell of your perfume in the air. Those two were odd but could be explained as thoughtlessness.

Then came the harder things to explain. When collecting your dirty laundry to take to the communal washroom your dirty panties were nowhere to be found. You scoured the whole apartment trying to prove to yourself that you had just accidently left them in an odd spot to no avail. The straw that broke the camel's back was when you woke yesterday morning. One of your kitchen chairs had been pulled into your bedroom while you slept and was left for you to find facing your bed.

Once your heart was out of your throat and you could breath without hyperventilating you called the maintenance crew to get a fresh lock. That way if the landlord had lied about changing the locks before you moved in and/or had lost a spare key. It would be handled. While it isn’t a big change, you 're happy with the fact that you took initiative and got it done.

The train ride is short as you doze in your seat. Something about the warmth of the train car and the close proximity of friends gave you this sense of invulnerability. When the overhead announcer pages Zoe’s stop you look over to see Higuruma struggling with Zoe’s dead weight. You laugh at his face as the two leave the train. The doors close after a moment and the steady rhythm once again picks up. Your eyes are falling shut a little longer every time you blink. That is until an eerily familiar voice emanates from the seat directly in front of you, “Are you trying to be victimized?”

Chapter 2 —————————————Chapter 4

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bitsbug · 1 year ago

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Getting myself weirdly worked up about the common misconception that 'purpose' is a thing that exists with regards to evolution.

Like, I get it, niches can very well seem like some designed role, crafted to further along the Divine Machine of Nature. When confronted with an organism you don't like, the first question is "What purpose does it serve? Is it insignificant enough to be eradicated?"

But this very much isn't how the natural world works; evolution isn't a planned process. It's a bit more like.. y'know those videos of an algorithm being trained how to walk through trial and error? It's like that, but with a million more variables. And much like the algorithm, there is no forethought involved in evolution - it's only the immediate ''reaction'' to (aka whatever works to survive against) environment circumstances. There's not even the "goal" of survival, it's just that things which don't survive are unable to pass on whatever made them not survive, while things that did survive do.

Now imagine this process happening billions of times in parallel, all interacting with eachother, and all changing themselves in response.

The conditions a population experiences most, and the other populations it interacts with most, will inevitably affect its 'algorithm' for continuing to exist. This friction will pressure it to become more specific in how it functions, and it will come to rely upon how the things around it function. In turn, its environment starts to rely upon how it functions, however indirect that may be. It's all separate systems pressed against eachother, morphing so they align in a way that fits.

So, you can see how this can be so easily mistaken for a purpose. But the distinction is very important, because a species' entire *being* is the thing its ecosystem has molded to, not just one aspect of its lifestyle. Fleas and mosquitoes both take blood from larger animals, but they absolutely aren't interchangeable - their method of feeding, prey choices, life stages, and even movement are completely different, and something else in their respective ecosystems WILL rely on these traits for its own survival. Removing even that one thing will daisy-chain across the system, hindering the survival of everything involved.

That's why vying for killing entire species willy nilly is a bad thing, even if evolution is a morally neutral process with no true meaning behind it! And also why 'purpose' is a bogus concept to apply to this extremely complex system!

#Trying to condense what I remember of highschool biology into something readable #and still ending up with several paragraphs.... which just describe what an ecological niche is.#this leaves out a lot of other stuff. like other factors in selection and how mutation comes into play #but if I talked about those this would be so much longer #obligatory talk tag #biology #long post

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the-hollow-in-the-woods · 1 year ago

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Notes/Theories on 'the Protocol' as of Ep. 20:

First known enactment (as of now) is most likely the Great Fire of London, 1666, the event which is widely accredited in pop culture with ending the plague in London. (This is infered from Hooke's letter in Ep. 19, as he talkes about the 'Dread emmission', a possible reference to the plague being 'bad air', and about his book Micrographia, published in 1665, which was the first major book on observations through a microscope, i.e. plague fleas)

The enactment which followed Hooke's letter was most likely Newton's Lab Fire, which occured in the 1680's (probably not long after 1684 in the Protocol timeline), and was invoced with the purpose of destroying his alchemical notes and studies.

The Protocol was also invoced with the destrction/burning of the Magnus Institute, 1999. At the time of this enactment, the head of the (now defunct?) Response sector of the OIAR was name William Price, a name shared by a C.19th druid, who happens to be the man who proved in court wasn't illegal to cremate people.

The Protocol also seems to have been enacted on the Hilltop Centre of the Oxford People Trust on 01/12/2015 (see Ep. 7). It was burned to the ground.

All together, while the Protocol seems to present itself as a more desolation-aligned event/pseudo-ritual, I am hesitant to mark it as anything supernatural just yet. Going of the description of the enactment of Ep. 7, it seems to be more of a standard technical reaction to the supernatural occurings, more along the lines management-wise of Joshua Gillespie's ice-on-the-coffin-key and Alexander Scaplehorn's fucking-booking-it-out-of-there than anything else, except more focused on eradication of the supernatural. Thank you for coming to my T(MagP)ED Talk, please throw any corrections/additions at me.

#credit to buildoblivionthenwewilltalk for the William Price point #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp theory

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tadpole-apocalypse · 9 months ago

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Slow on art for a little while. While the flea issue is mostly under control, a lot of my art work time is still being eaten up by all the cleaning, vacuuming and laundry I have to do every day to eradicate this menace from my life 😔

#just talking

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metznm · 6 days ago

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“In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone. The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of "why do we exist?" His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet. They

too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited. They couldn't care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away. They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer's Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners. They simply create what they want and

make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas. He wil have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the

trees. "Stay back!" The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. "Oh God, have mercy, please!" The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I'm on the lamb but I ain't no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd. You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet. Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure

in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.”

@rimmwe-190511 heads up… I’m not positive if ALL of these r from his Facebook. But most of them are and the last one was his profile picture

More info (and images) of him r on this website

http://watergatesummer.blogspot.com/2012/02/?m=1

#tccblr #tjlane

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 9 months ago

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John’s Enchantress.

Sabrina is from my 3 witches trilogy series but I just love their playfulness when I write them together in a scene. I think with both of them being fun loving,cheeky and young spirited it would make for a great couple. In this series Sabrina is original to the world, not a time traveler and I made her an only child. Enjoy.

1902

Seven year old John was out enjoying the fair with his brothers and sister Ada. They had made it to the river where the Lee, DeGhant and Gold family were bathing horses and camping.

John was on a mission. He was hiding and trying to get away from his stalker. His brothers were amused and teased him that they should have a wedding by the river. John didn’t think it was funny. They had been camping and selling horses in the fair for two days. One more day to go and he would be free of the annoying five year old blonde gypsy girl. He leaned forward around a Lee caravan. She wasn’t in sight. Good. He stepped out with the confidence of a rooster, to approach his mother who was in a lively discussion with Mrs. Gold about hedgehog stew. He was almost to the safety of his caravan when a shrill little girl voice rang out.

“John Shelby! I found you! Now chase me!” The girl giggled and ran toward the river as fast as she could. She stopped and turned. A pout adorning her face as she stomped. “John Shelby! You're a rat’s bottom.” She stomped off to the laughter of John’s Uncle Charlie and his father.

“John Shelby!” His mothers usually sweet voice was firm with a warning. John sighed. He could cry. Why wouldn’t this annoying flea leave him alone? They were playing yesterday and he tossed a frog on her lap while she sat on a stump eating stew. The soup went all over her lap and she cried. He’d gotten a cuff against the ear and had to apologize to her and her family. The brat stuck her tongue out at him! He looked at my mother who was waiting for him to obey. He was weighing whether or not a punishment would be better. Once she glared at him he took off running.

“If I catch you, you little river rat, I'm throwing you in and watching you drown.” He yelled as he chased her. She yelped with excitement and took off like a bullet enjoying the fact that she won.

“John Shelby, mind your manners!” His mother called. It was too late. John was far enough he couldn’t hear.

1919

Kimber had slammed a file down on the table in front of the Shelbys. Tommy didn’t even look at it. He wanted the Peaky Blinders to assassinate, eradicate was a more appropriate word, a whole band of Gypsys. The Peaky Blinders weren’t assassins. Gangsters, yes, illegal betting shop owners yes, but murdering women and children wasn’t going to sit well with the gang. Arthur shifted uncomfortably.

“Since you're all, you know, the same kind of people I figured they wouldn’t see it coming. You can take them out since you know who they are, yeah?” Mr. Kimbers kept his eyes trained on the leader, Thomas.

Thomas slid the file to his brothers to peruse through while he addressed the other crime leader.

“Mr Kimber, the DeGhants are not our kin. Gypsy royalty, but not kin.” He said calmly keeping his tone even. The muscle in his jaw twitched and John caught it. He looked at the folder that Arthur was going through. Half of the DeGhants were already dead due to a miscommunication with the Golds many years ago. A war had taken many of the DeGhant lives already while they were in France. “We are also not assassins.” He said plainly.

John huffed when he saw a picture of a girl he gratefully hadn’t seen in years. Well, she wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a 22 year old woman and John could tell from the photos that she had gotten her grandmother's looks. Willimena DeGhant had been quite a looker back in her day. She also had been a gypsy witch, spy and assassin for her clan. Not someone to cross. Sabrina was the flaxen haired version. John still wondered if she would follow him around anymore, he was sure he wouldn’t be upset with the idea if she did.

Kimber had looked down to the photo John was holding. He slid it away from John and tilted it so others could see. John's jaw twitched. He hated meeting with the slime ball but why did the letcher have to choose that one of a girl John knew.

“Oh yeah, that one's quite a beauty isn’t she. Bit of a bitch though.” Kimber said offhandedly and smiled like a greased eel. “I got into an altercation with her grandmother, that little gypsy witch put a curse on my horse. The next day I got a call to come to the stable. I got out of the car and a perfectly normal and healthy horse dropped dead wild eyes at my feet. Fucking waste.” He sneered. His accountant smirked. John side eye’s his brother Tommy who was looking at him as well. A quick exchange of no words that held what they were both thinking. “ You don’t fuck with the DeGhants”. The DeGhants were an extremely powerful matriarchal line for gypsy witches. Polly always said to avoid them because the spirits were as clear as normal people when around a DeGhant woman. John knew Tommy wouldn’t want a curse on their horses. He wondered what would happen next.

“Look, the races are in two days. You bring your barmaid, yes.” He said pointing to Grace unknowing that she’d already been invited by Thomas. “You come, fuck with the DeGhants and take out Wilimeana DeGhant, yeah. Good, see you then.” He stood indicating the meeting was over. Once they left all three men drained their whisky. Now it was on to a much harder part of the day that John always dreaded. A Shelby family meeting.

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“You don’t mess with the DeGhant women Thomas, you know this! No, I vote against this! Absolutely not!” Polly was shouting and glaring at Tommy who looked indifferent. Her curls were bouncing around her fury filled face. The energy from their aunt was heavy and magnetic. John knew Polly and Thomas would go at it after the official family meeting. He knew those two were in charge and would always butt heads to see whos resolve was stronger. John knew Tommy would win. Lately that was the consistent pattern in the family. Tommy won, had a plan and you

carried out the plan like a good soldier.

“I didn’t say we’d kill her Polly, I didn’t commit to anything really. We could hide Wilimena somewhere until we take Kimber out. That’s my plan. We make it look like we killed her, deliver her family crest, which is a ring from her middle finger to Kimber. He’ll believe us and she’ll hide out in Arrow house until this business with Kimber is done.” He looked at his brothers hoping they would agree. Arthur and John nodded.

“They kill us in our sleep Thomas! They’ll send spirits in our dreams and we'll wake up in Hell!” Polly's hand slammed the table causing Ada to yelp. It was hot in here and tension was high and hummed in the air.

“We already wake up in Hell everyday Pol, at least this would be interesting.” John's sarcastic voice turned all eyes upon him. He looked down and fiddled with his toothpick. He meant it. He also hoped that maybe a certain blonde would come to the arrow house too. He’d be happy to share his bed with her.

“John's right, if we save the DeGhants they’ll be in our debt.” Tommy stopped and glared at Polly who openly scoffed at him. “They’ll be allies, and you and I both know, that an ancient gypsy bloodline is an advantage to our family Polly.”

“Always an angle with you! What happens if they say no Thomas? What then?! A gypsy curse from a powerful line of witches? This family is cursed enough, yes?” Polly's eyes were dark with anger and flashed at Tommy, who was busy kicking at the table cloth. He’d tuned her out already deep in his own plan.

I thought about the young woman in the photo and wondered what her role was in her camp. Did she do readings? Was she a horse breeder? Did she like kids and want her own?

I was wondering how soft her skin felt and if she’d be a good mother. She wasn’t a scrawny thing at least not from that photo, she might have good child bearing hips. John imagined his callous fingers digging into those hips as she rode him and moaned his name.

“So we're agreed, yeah, The DeGhants need to be contacted quietly at the races and whisked away before Kimber can see them. They stay with us.” Tommys words pulled John out of his dirty thoughts. He probably shouldn’t think of her that way, most gypsy women were fairly chaste

until their wedding, but on the other hand, she was a DeGhant.

“God, we're going to pay for this. I just know it!” Polly's voice dissipated as she left the dining table and slammed the door. John waited for his family to clear out before sliding the photo of the blonde out and tucking it in his vest. No one would know it was missing.

#peaky blinders fanfiction #original character #gypsy #witches #john shelby

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UNFAIR .: TAK

An Invader Zim Short Fic

I wrote this as a study on TAK’ s character Although she only appears in one episode, her past did have a lot more substance than many other characters.

Part of this is based on the unfinished episode: The Trial, where ZIM is convicted for his crimes against the Irken empire.

You can watch a fanmade version animated with the scrapped voice lines here:

Onto the short fic:

Warnings: none

Word count: 407

Characters:

TAK (Invader Zim),

Mentioned Zim (Invader Zim)

Mentioned Tallest (Invader Zim)

Unfair, a word TAK had learned the meaning of all too well. Unfair. She was meant to be an invader, it was rooted deep within her Irken purpose. She was supposed to bring honor to her people, to the tallest, serving the empire that had built itself up from the void-laden space that they call the universe. But life was unfair.

ZIM. It was all his fault, it always was. That faulty scum of a drone should have been eradicated the moment his very existence had caused the Horrible Painful Overload Day, halting the Irken empire’s growth for five years. He was a mistake, a parasite, a pesky flea with too much power in his hands. A virulent organism that infected everything it touched with its corrupted RNA.

ZIM. He was the reason TAK was cast aside like nothing more than a replaceable item found on the deepest shelves of an overcrowded supermarket. The stupid, inpatient trainee had blasted the power grid offline through half of Irk just to get a snack. A snack!

The purple-clad Irken had been trapped in her training cell, unable to continue her examination. She pleaded her case to the Control Brains, hoping for some kind of compassion for her unfortunate situation. But of course, Irkens are never known for their sympathy.

Janitor duty. They had discarded her complaint as if she were nothing more than a fly that was too insignificant to deal with. Seventy years on planet dirt had met her anger and hatred fester for the Irken that had caused it all.

ZIM. How come he got to become an invader? Sent to another planet far away. That was meant to be her. She wasn’t the one who messed up. Why does she have to pay for that defective product's mistakes?

Hate. A concept so simple, yet powerful enough to shape someone’s mind. After a while, the burning that represented that hate deep in her squedly-splooch froze over into an icy coldness that made her resentment turn into understanding. Life is unfair. She was better than him, she would not let her emotions get the best of her.

TAK will show ZIM what a true Invader is supposed to be. Just wait ZIM, you’re about to witness the entirety of what you wished to be, but never will.

The world is unfair, ZIM didn’t choose a defective PAK. The universe had chosen him to fail from the start.

#invader zim #iz #Tak #tak invader zim #short ficlet #character study #writing #Toka Writes #invader zim fanfiction #tak needs a hug

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Hesitation is eradicated as a concept as a blazing stir of Path power ignites from his hand. Pure Amber would elicit radiance, a sign of the soul's condition as Caelus finds himself heckled. Resolve would continue to be the blast furnace that allows this holy lance to keep such a pristine light. With a twist of the hilt, a rumbling stir crosses across that gemstone service as a merciless look is set within his eyes. It also begins with the banana.

How the word carved pure irritation into his mind. How through this very fruit, a history of countless battles storms through his mind like a freight train. "A ritzy one mind you, we all weren't just living off-a shower stalls to start us off." He immediately bites back, a step forward being made towards this shadowy figure. The Trailblazer's power would find itself being surrounded by rhymical stirs of amber, steeling his body with the force of Magma Will.

Come what may. He figures that trying to extend his break would be inevitable. Sooner or later, the advent of the apes would come crashing through his door. He's long cosigned himself to the destiny of being their constant foe. Amidst the steamed air, a pompous, cocky huff heaves from those lungs.

"The only place any damn bath water belongs is down a goddamn drain. How about my monkey business pertains to kicking that flea riddled head of yours. Ya masochist, you must really miss how often I'd happily lay the smackdown on those endless armies of allies." Caelus retorts. Soon, the wild tongues of flame grew higher in their reach, swathing around his figure like a wrathful god.

"Lance!" The signal!

#Anon #| Shuttle Mail #This will NOT be hidden :[#I think tons of ellipses confuses poses for bot posts

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renslice · 1 year ago

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usamerican lawmakers are relentless fleas pestering vulnerable people with an unending deluge of bills that propose steps be taken toward our eradication

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agapemastiffs · 11 months ago

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Fleas Be Gone! A Comprehensive Guide to Eradicating Those Pesky Parasites from Your Pup

Few things disrupt playtime and send shivers down a dog owner's spine quite like the sight of a tiny, unwelcome jumper hitching a ride on their furry friend's fur. Fleas, those relentless parasites, are not only a nuisance for our canine companions but can also transmit diseases and cause allergic reactions. But fear not, fellow pet parents! This ultimate guide to flea treatment for dogs will equip you with the knowledge and tools to wage war on these pesky invaders and restore peace to your pup's itchy kingdom.

Understanding the Enemy: The Devious Ways of Fleas

Fleas are wingless insects with a surprising ability to jump incredible distances relative to their size. These tiny terrors thrive on a diet of your dog's blood, leaving behind itchy bites that can drive your furry friend mad. Here's a breakdown of their life cycle to help you understand how to combat them effectively:

Eggs: Adult female fleas lay eggs on your dog's fur, which then fall off and land in your dog's environment (think carpets, bedding, furniture). These eggs can survive for weeks, waiting for the right conditions to hatch.

Larvae: Once hatched, the larvae feed on organic debris in your dog's environment. They are blind and light-sensitive, seeking out areas like carpet fibers to pupate.

Pupae: Inside the pupa, the flea undergoes metamorphosis, transforming into an adult flea. These pupae can lie dormant for weeks or months, waiting for the right temperature and humidity cues to emerge.

Adults: Adult fleas emerge from the pupae and hop onto a passing dog (or human!), ready to feast and lay eggs, perpetuating the cycle.

The Itch Factor: Flea Allergies and Skin Issues

Fleas don't just leave itchy bites; their saliva can trigger allergic reactions in some dogs. These allergies manifest as excessive scratching, chewing, and hot spots. If you notice your dog exhibiting these signs, a trip to the veterinarian is crucial to address the flea allergy dermatitis and prevent secondary skin infections.

Flea Fighters: A Look at Common Treatment Options

With a better understanding of the enemy, let's delve into the various weapons at your disposal to wage war on these pesky fleas. Here's an overview of the most common flea treatment options:

Topical Treatments: These popular spot-on medications are applied directly to your dog's skin between the shoulder blades. The medication spreads through your dog's fur and onto their skin, killing fleas and flea eggs on contact. Topical treatments come in various formulations, each with its own duration of effectiveness.

Oral Medications: Oral flea medications offer a convenient alternative to topical treatments. These chewable tablets or pills are administered by mouth and kill fleas within your dog's system. Oral medications are particularly beneficial for dogs who dislike having something applied to their skin.

Flea Collars: Traditional flea collars repel and kill fleas through continuous release of insecticides. However, the effectiveness of flea collars can vary, and some dogs might experience skin irritation from the collar material. Consult your veterinarian about the safety and efficacy of flea collars for your dog.

Flea Shampoos: Flea shampoos can be an effective way to kill adult fleas on your dog, but their effects are typically short-lived and don't address flea eggs or pupae in the environment. Flea shampoos are best used in combination with other flea control methods.

Home Remedies: While some pet owners advocate for natural flea remedies like diatomaceous earth or herbal sprays, their effectiveness is often limited and can be irritating to your dog's skin. Consult your veterinarian before using any home remedy on your dog.

Choosing the Right Weapon: Factors to Consider

The best flea treatment for your dog depends on several factors:

Severity of Infestation: For a mild flea infestation, a topical treatment might suffice. However, a severe infestation might require a combination of treatments, including oral medication and environmental treatments.

Your Dog's Age and Health: Certain flea treatments are not suitable for puppies, pregnant or nursing dogs, or dogs with underlying health conditions. Always consult your veterinarian before starting any new flea treatment, especially for young or immunocompromised dogs.

Lifestyle and Environment: If your dog spends a lot of time outdoors or comes into contact with other animals, a long-lasting topical medication or oral medication might be the best option. Consider your living situation (carpeting vs. hardwood floors) when choosing a treatment plan, as some treatments also target flea eggs and larvae in the environment.

Your Budget: Flea treatments vary in price depending on the type, brand, and duration of effectiveness. Discuss your budget with your veterinarian and find a treatment plan that is both effective and affordable.

Beyond Your Pup: Treating the Environment

Fleas don't just live on your dog; their eggs and pupae can lurk in your carpets, furniture, and bedding. To truly eradicate these pests, a multi-pronged approach is necessary.

Here's how to tackle the flea problem in your home:

Vacuuming: Vacuum thoroughly and frequently, paying particular attention to carpets, furniture, and areas where your dog spends most of their time. Empty the vacuum cleaner bag or canister after each use and dispose of the contents in an outdoor sealed trash bin.

Washing Bedding and Linens: Wash your dog's bedding, blankets, and any other washable fabrics they come into contact with in hot water (at least 140°F) to kill flea eggs and larvae.

Treating Carpets and Upholstery: Use a flea spray or fogger specifically designed for pet environments. Always follow the manufacturer's instructions carefully and ensure proper ventilation during and after application. Some pet-safe carpet cleaners also offer flea-killing properties.

Steam Cleaning: Steam cleaning carpets and upholstery can be a highly effective way to kill flea eggs and larvae that might be hiding deep within the fibers.

Preventing a Flea Frenzy: Proactive Flea Control

The best offense is a good defense! Here are some tips to prevent fleas from taking up residence on your furry friend:

Regular Flea Treatments: Maintain a consistent flea prevention regimen throughout the year, even if you don't see fleas. Consult your veterinarian about the best frequency and type of treatment for your dog's lifestyle and risk factors.

Treat All Pets in the Household: If you have multiple pets, it's crucial to treat all of them simultaneously to prevent the fleas from jumping from one animal to another.

Maintain a Clean Home: Regular vacuuming, washing pet bedding, and keeping your home clutter-free can help minimize flea harborage areas.

Beware of Outdoor Risks: Fleas are prevalent in areas with tall grass or where wildlife roam. Limit your dog's exposure to these areas or consider using a flea and tick preventative specifically formulated for outdoor use.

When in Doubt, Seek Professional Help

If your flea infestation seems overwhelming, or if your dog experiences any adverse reactions to a flea treatment, don't hesitate to seek professional help. A veterinarian can recommend the most effective treatment plan for your dog's specific needs and address any underlying skin issues caused by flea allergies. They can also offer guidance on environmental flea control strategies to ensure a long-term solution.

Living Flea-Free: A Happy Ending for You and Your Pup

By understanding the flea life cycle, the various treatment options available, and the importance of treating the environment, you can effectively combat these pesky parasites and restore peace to your home. Remember, prevention is key! A consistent flea prevention regimen combined with a clean environment will keep your dog happy, healthy, and itch-free, allowing them to focus on what they do best – showering you with unconditional love and playful tail wags.

A Watchful Protector: For The Progression Of The Ages

Mastiffs, gentle giants with ancient roots, come in various breeds. Loyal guardians with calm temperaments, they require ample space, training, and experienced owners due to their size and strength. Though some breeds have wrinkles, all Mastiffs offer a lifetime of devotion.

#mastiffs #pets #guardians #dogs #large breed dogs #Flea treatment for dogs

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