#needy and greedy and brainwashed

[arihi]

“I’m brainwashing you,” said softly, the gentle tone in stark contrast to the pressure suffocating my body and mind.

“How? In what way?” I asked, pleading, desperate in between whimpers and involuntary gasps.

“Oh, baby… Look at you.”

@spidersays

[yanderefarm]

yandere experiment introduction

cw;; drugs, child abuse, abuse, violence, torture, nsfw, overstimulation

His codename is Crybaby. He doesn't remember his original name so he doesn't answer to anything else.

His original name is Elias and he's Amias the yandere nurse's twin brother.

His codename supposedly comes from the mask he wears that looks like it's crying. He's actually really a crybaby.

He's really tall but very thin and lanky.

Because of his conditioning and brainwashing he has a very hard time remembering and keeping his head calm when he's not around you.

To make sure he doesn't hurt anyone who isn't you he's usually drugged on missions and during auctions. That's why he hallucinates your face on other people's bodies because it's what keeps him calm.

As a child he was part of the same research study to cure yanderes as his brother. Unlike his brother he wasn't very good at pretending to do what they wanted him to do so he was deemed a failure.

He has always been a very violent type of yandere and would attack anyone he thought was taking his mom or his brother away.

Because of his strength and lack of care for himself when fighting he was deemed a good candidate for the study to turn him into a weapon.

This is where you two eventually met and he almost immediately became obsessed with you. Now you have him trained so well he'll do anything you say even if it would hurt him.

Before every mission he is put through what is called "loyalty reaffirmation". Essentially he is forced to experience simulations of your death or you being taken away from him. This will usually result in him needing to be restrained so he'll often show up to missions already bruised.

He doesn't get much reprieve because he also goes through a lot of physical punishment to make sure he remains strong and resilient.

He does get to live with you and go to your house where he gets a small taste of normalcy.

You taught him how to read and write and do some basic math. He likes children's fairy tales about knights the most and he likes to think of himself as your knight.

He's really a big baby despite usually looking stoic. He gets into your arms and he immediately becomes a clingy needy baby. He'll hold onto you and glare at anyone who tries to talk to you.

You used to get in trouble for indulging his clingy behavior but he's a better fighter because of it.

His favorite food is hamburgers and he will ask for McDonald's for dinner a lot.

nsfw

He has an ungodly amount of stamina and libido. He doesn't understand why you get tired after 2 rounds he wouldn't even be tired after 5.

He's totally a masochist who enjoys when you inflict pain on him. But only if it's you. And even then he's still going to cry.

"Does it hurt?" "mhm..." "Do you want me to stop?" "nuh uh"

He's actually a pillow princess but he ends up riding you a lot because otherwise you quit too soon. But ideally he'd like to be buried face down in your pillows while you ravage him.

He likes to be pampered and overstimulated that's his favorite thing. If he's been especially good and he's getting a lot of praise he'll either ask for McDonald's or to be milked.

If you leave him at home alone he'll usually end up humping your pillows while he's crying out for you.

He's very desperate for your body and your touch. He'll ask for it even if you're in the middle of a meeting or you're doing something important. He'll sometimes get greedy while resting his head on your lap and start to try to touch you.

He knows he gets in trouble for those kinds of things so you have to wonder if he also wants to be punished sometimes.

You're not allowed to be the one to administer his actual punishments beyond supervising because apparently it had the opposite effect on his behavior. 🙄

His favorite pet names are doll, baby doll, and pretty boy but when you call him your princess it does something to him. It's one of the only times he'll tell you no.

If you let him he'll be very vocal during sex and tell you exactly what he wants. It's one of the few times he has any control in his life so he unintentionally started to really enjoy it.

[underneath-your-lies]

Why don't girls deserve cummies? 🥺

Oh, little girl...

Giving Me those puppy eyes will get you pussy slaps, and Me degrading you until you tear up. After that I'll have you beg Me to humiliate you further as I slap your face again and again until you beg hard enough. I'll finally humiliate you again as you wished for so bad, and show you how soaked you got from it and berate you for being such a gross pathetic girl while at the same time French kissing you and patting your head and telling you you're the most beautiful when you're like that.

But then again maybe that's what you wish for...

First, you don't get cummies because I say so. That's all the reason you need. If I own you, I also own your pleasure and your orgasms. Your body, My choice.

Second, you don't get cummies because you don't actually need them. Your real pleasure as a girl comes from serving a Man. That's why you instinctively crave being a good girl and feeling useful and being praised. It's just that when you're still confused and just learning, you actually don't know what really feels the best for you. Being a good girl and focusing on My pleasure will turn you on much more, it's how you're wired.

Third, you don't get cummies because edging feels so much better. Cummies are a useless temporary high that quickly dissipates and leaves you with a low mood and makes you remember your daily anxieties and stress. Edging keeps you aroused, and fuzzy and feeling good and happy. You're only focused on your holes, because that's what you are: holes for Daddy. Being a denied stupid slut, an edged out desperate bitch in heat, feels so so good all day long. You wake up needy and soaked and you spend your day with wet inner thighs fantasizing, sneaking out to a bathroom to rub and falling deeper into depravity. Edging is intoxicating.

Fourth, you don't get cummies because you're a dumb confused girl who can't make decisions for herself. Edging keeps you obedient and honest. The hornier you are, the more you hear your cunt whisper to you your real desires, and the more you're connected to your real self - your horny self. Edging drowns out the feminist brainwashing in your head that makes you rebellious and makes you say things you don't mean, and lie about your desires and act in unnatural ways that are the opposite of what you wish for. Edging makes you listen more to Sir's words, and Sir knows better what's good for you.

Fifth, edging keeps you ready and eager at all times to serve Daddy and humiliate yourself for Him.

Sixth, edging makes you dumber. Dumb is good, you were never good at being smart anyways: just look at your stupid question, My cute bunny. So drool that dummy brain through your pussy and be Sir's good little leashed cockwarming deskpet while he makes all the complicated decisions and works on serious stuff.

Seventh, cummies are selfish and useless. My pleasure is what's important, and your orgasm is not necessary to that or to Me breeding you. Yes, read it again. My pleasure is what's important. Although it shocks your brainwashed feminist brain at first, you can't help but get turned on at the idea of being used strictly for My pleasure, because as I said, your purpose is to serve. Your real pleasure is in serving, and being in a permanent state of horny desperation to be used and please.

Eight, cummies aren't an end, they're a tool. They're a treat I give My little puppy sometimes to condition it. Maybe I'll even punish you by overstimulating you with a vibrator and forcefully make your oversensitive pussy and clit cum again and again as you cry and beg for mercy. Don't worry, you'll love it too, even if it scares you a bit right now. You actually prefer it when I decide and tell you what to be and how to be in the world.

So remember, My greedy bunny, good girls don't deserve cummies. Good girls don't need cummies. Good girls don't want cummies.

Don't you want to be My good girl?

[elfiewhore]

I don't mention it a lot but I have such a specific corruption kink for religious corruption. The Mother Superior of a convent slowly introducing more and more secretly lewd messages and brainwashing into the doctrine that the poor sheltered ladies that became nuns under her become sex addicted worshippers in a new cult for their mommy. They still believe themselves to be pious and holy while they receive their mommy's 'holy wine' from her 'sacred font'.

Every night they have group orgies in the chapel, with the Mother Superior sitting upon the altar and the favoured nun of that evening choking upon her cock while she reads from her very altered bible while the other nuns kneel in the pews vigorously fucking their greedy holes or stroking their needy cocks, singing moaned praises to their Mother.

God is here darlings, and she is your new Mommy ❤️

[thewebcomicsreview]

So are you aware of the webcomic "Lease Bound" by, er, 'Rusty Hearts'?

Essentially, imagine Sinfest if Tats was an Australian woman who literally believes that cis lesbians are the perfect beings and cis men and anyone related to them are inherently evil violent trickster spirits.

She's previously gotten kicked off of Patreon for drawing three trans women as lumpy cis men in piss-poor drag, physically attacking her sweet naive protagonist (and bonus: the ringleader of this gang is literally the "Greedy Jew" stereotype).

Now, lacking attention and money, she's turned the most recent pages of her comic to attacking trans people again for the sake of pandering to her tiny fanbase: depicting any and all AFAB people as childish, brainwashed gnomes pandering to (again) a trans woman drawn as cis man in drag, who is simultaneously large, intimidating and angular but also weak, pathetic and needy.

It's...fascinating to watch a person's mind crumble in real time.

Yeah, I reviewed it. She started putting her URL on pages right when all the anti-trans stuff started, which kind of gave the game away as to why she was doing it. Say what you will about Tats' increasing nazism, but at least it's an ethos. Rusty is just trying to get clicks by being an edgelord.

[bluecookies02]

FatGum x Reader- Cumflation /NSFW/

warnings: cumflation (I am not sure if this can be counted as any form of body horror since it's pretty mild, it's just a lil bulge of cum in your stomach), size difference, wholesome, fluffy, happy couple ❗️

repost bc tumblr decided tht the gif was too spicy. Weak ass bitch.

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Taishiro picks up on your moods almost perfectly, yet here you were, uncomfortably rubbing your thighs together while his eyes stay glued to the TV screen.

Your attempts at getting him in the mood remain unnoticed, ignoring the way your breasts glide over his strong arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and leaving small kisses on his collarbone .

It's getting embarrassing...you have to stretch your neck to reach him, a huff leaving your lips before your sit on your heels, crossing your arms and looking away.

Your boyfriend leans back, adjusting the erection forming in his pants, the small act going unnoticed while you curl into yourself.

Maybe he's not ready...and you can respect that, but it doesn't help the sickening feeling in your tummy. You talked about this and you were pretty clear regards where you stand.

You wonder how long will it take him to trust you...To believe when you say you're willing to make it work. Even if it fails.

You bite the inside of your cheek, moving your attention to the TV.

He can see you in the corner of his eye, a long sigh leaving his lips before he catches his breath.

His strong arms wrap around you, pushing your chin to face him with one large finger, a soft smile placed on his lips.

"Come here" he whispers, pulling you in his lap, placing his large palm over your cheek.

His hand snakes around your back, soothingly rubbing it as he pulls you closer.

He meets your stare, your small fist gripping his hoodie while he traces your lip.

"Can we talk about it?" he asks calmly, getting ahold of your palm and caging it in his large hand.

You nod, waiting for him to continue, nervousness setting across your skin as your mind races.

He clears his throat, forming sentences in his head before his voice reaches your ears.

"If you promise to tell me if something isn't going right-"

"I promise" your response comes quickly, cutting him off.

He chuckles, kissing your forehead before slipping his hands to the curve of your hips.

"Good."

Your back arches, your eager body pushing against his touch as you meet his lips.

The pads of his large fingers dig into your ass, lowering it onto his cock, letting your feel the bulge against your clothed slit. The friction makes you dizzy, your heart speeding up. Finally...

You hum, parting your mouths so that you can breathe, gently moving his hands away in order to get in between his legs. He decides not to protest, letting you do whatever you're comfortable with, his eyes not leaving you for a second.

You smoothen your fingers over his pants, feeling him up and scraping your nails across his thighs. You know you won't be able to fit him in your mouth, but you want to taste it, have your lips plastered over the warm skin and make him feel good.

Fumbling with his belt, you manage to get his pants down with a bit of his help, your breath hitching in your throat when his cock jerks up, straining against the weak barrier.

You won't give him the space to overthink it, immediately pulling on the waistband and freeing his length, admiring the veins while you wrap your hand around his shaft.

Your fingertips can't touch, not even close...your intimidating glare changes with determination, placing your lips next to your hand, intoxicated by the musky smell and the salty taste.

His low rasps make your pussy twitch, spasming around the material of your panties and shorts.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, swirling over his cock in random patterns, coating it in drool before you spit on his tip.

You can feel the throbbing of his veins against your fingertips, stretching your mouth to fit over his flush head as your fist works his length, saliva slicking up your hand.

Taishiro leans against the couch, moving your hair out of the way when you manage to fit a bit more of his cock past your lips, bobbing your head slightly.

Your free hand snakes between your legs, slipping your fingers inside your panties and spreading your folds open before you slick your clit up with juices, slowly pawing circles into your aching nub.

You struggle to keep your hips still, gently rolling your fingers over your loose hole. You stretched yourself daily, feverishly using your new-bought toys just so that he can have you quicker, too impatient to let your boyfriend drag it out any further.

He bucks up his hips sharply, pulling you off his cock in time so that he doesn't hurt your jaw, rutting into your fist.

You peer up at him, squeezing the hand between your legs before you stand up, carefully taking off your shorts while blushing under his stare.

Slowly pulling down your panties, you take note of the way his thighs subconsciously spread out even wider.

You place yourself back on his lap, unzipping the hoodie and throwing it off his shoulders, your shirt following suit by his greedy hands that roamed your body. He was getting impatient and needy, feeling your burning lips latching on his neck before he slowly nudges one of his fingers inside the comfiness of your pink walls.

He easily slips in another one, stretching them out and curling them against all the right spots, short flicks of his wrist making you mewl into his shoulder.

"You can put more..." you whimper, slamming yourself onto his digits.

His large fingers feel like they might slit you open when he slips a third one in, pressing them firmly against your cervix while your pussy leaks over his knuckles, gripping them tightly as they struggle to move.

"Oh, sweetheart...I'm gonna ruin you for everybody else..." his filthy words accompanied by the soft kiss to your forehead send jolts of pleasure through your body, hips finally moving, making his palm hit your ass each time you sit down.

It burns, the pressure painful but his fingers meet your thrusts without a fail, sinking them in deeper, too deep, nudging the soft entrance of your womb. He's holding you firmly, eyes roaming your needy body that shakes and trembles as you near your high, your hands weakly frapping around his cock in an effort to stroke him.

You need just a bit more, just a small pathetic amount of friction on your clit to send you over the edge... yet there isn't any. Soon enough his pace is also slowing down, breaking the rhythm and pulling out his slick covered fingers, causing a whine to rumble from your throat, thighs clenching and releasing.

He places his palm over your hands, slowly stroking himself before he guides his tip across your hole, smearing his precum around it, only dipping slightly to make sure it can actually fit. It looks promising and you're holding your breath, lowering yourself down.

You look illegally hot like this, struggling to take the first few inches, panting and whimpering while you circle your hips in an effort to relax the ring of muscles and swallow him up.

His dull nails dig into your hips, a low groan filling the room as he fights the urge to start pounding into you, the warm hug of your tight walls and your soft gaze inviting him in.

You're blabbering, he can't focus much on the exact words because they are rushed and pleading, mostly begging for him to move, promising that you want it so fucking bad too...that you want to see how he looks like when he lets go. You can take it. You're meant to take it.

He picks you up, swiftly turning you around and pushing your shoulders into the couch, spreading your thighs apart and delving right back. It's even deeper than before, feeling the bruising of your cervix when he starts pounding into you.

His arms are pressing your thighs ruthlessly, opening up your pussy to him so that he can see how delicious it looks drooling around his cock, causing filthy sounds to spread through the room.

You're breathless, your eyes closed and your legs shaking against his grip.

"You still want me to let go?" he rushes out, angling his hips just right, your arms gripping his hands, helping him to keep your legs spread.

"Yes. Fuck...hnghh. Go-oh....harder" A sharp thrust sends your arms flying to your sides, clawing at the couch desperately in an effort to still herself.

Taishiro is ecstatic, your ass bouncing off the couch and meeting his thrusts. You'll be so fucking full, so thoroughly destroyed and molded to fit everything he can give. He's not sure if you'll be able to keep all of his cum in, maybe he'll have to help you? Keep you nice and plugged?

His balls slam against your cheeks, large and heavy, your ass bouncing back and forward from the ruthlessness.

He knows he'll have a fat load, he can feel it coming and he is too lost to care, eyes glued to your bulged belly as his cock stretches you inside out.

In the haze of it, he moves one hand to press firmly against it, causing a yelp to leave your lips. Is your body supposed to stretch like that? You can only cry and gasp out when he starts palming it with his hand, halfheartedly glancing to check if you're okay.

Truly he's lost. Lost in the way you feel, completely and utterly brainwashed by the clacking sound of your wet pussy sucking him in. You lose your balance completely when you try to paw at your clit, your head hitting the not so comfortable cushion.

But it works, the barely-there friction sending your body into a heat, your legs desperately fighting the persistent push, clenching and trashing as you cum around his cock.

One well-sheathed thrust sets loose a spurt after spurt of thick warm cum, a low groan slipping your boyfriend's lips when he doesn't stop pumping, milking every last drop and making your belly bulge up as he keeps his cock flush with your entrance.

You're looking down at your stomach, holding your breath in and blinking away the tears from your eyes. It hurts even more now that you're clenching around it, feeling every vein throb and push against the soft rim of your muscles. He carefully humps your cervix, riding out the last seconds of his high before he stills, knees buckling.

"There we go, sweetheart...There you have it right? This is what you wanted? Is it enough for my greedy little toy? Or too much?" he asks reaching an arm to wipe off a few tears from your cheeks. Too fucked out to respond you just nod, to what exactly, you wouldn't know. You never felt more full in your fucking life.

His mind clears slowly, guiding his cock out of your hole and cringing when you whimper in pain. The sight is erotic, almost making him feel guilty for wanting to do it again already.

Your legs are sore, too painful to close immediately, moving inch by inch as far as your muscles let you.

"I'm okay..." you whisper out, offering a gentle smile before your eyes get droopy, exhaustion catching up on you.

He nods, checking you up and down before getting up to grab a few towels to clean you up.

You barely wince, desperately trying not to fall asleep and help him out yet you can't.

"I got you... You can drift off and I'll draw a bath..." he mumbles, kissing your forehead before getting to work. You cuddle the closest pillow, content and blissed out as you doze off.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Hanzo - Too Much

Hello! Still not feeling great, but I felt up to some editing, so here we are! 

Another Hanzo reader insert for you. One in an established relationship that involves a stressed outburst and Hanzo taking care of you. Then a surprising revelation about Hanzo at the end. *heh heh heh* Around 3,100 words.

WARNING: panic attack-ish?

It had been an absolutely grueling day since the moment you woke up. For some reason, your shoulders were overly tight and sore, you managed to drop makeup right onto your shirt two minutes after you got dressed, breakfast was a scarfed down granola bar, and the moment you got to your desk work was an utter shit show. It was one set back after another, one punch in the gut after another – literally during combat practice, and one reprimand from the other members after another. You were the new girl, so having people harp on you was excepted, but things were getting to you today. Maybe you were just being sensitive, but it felt like you were letting everyone down and they were beginning to lose faith in you. No matter how hard you tried, you never seemed to be enough.

By the time you slogged back to your room, you were painfully ready for a shower and a night of hiding under the covers. But then again, Lena said you ought to come hang out with the others to build team comradery. Fuck. All you wanted was to be alone and flop into a pile of exhaustion. You slipped into your dorm, tossed your coat to the floor, and kicked your boots to the side.

“I’ll take a breather,” you sighed. “Half an hour, and then I’ll go back to pretending I’m sociable.”

Then there was a knock at the door. Fuuuuck.

“Who is it,” you called, trying not to sound too disheartened.

“It is me,” Hanzo’s low voice rumbled.

“Oh thank god,” you chuckled, letting him in with a smile. The stressed look on his face instantly made you droop. Someone else was feeling as dreadful as you.

You waved your hand, silently inviting him in. “Thank you,” he said softly, sidestepping you and taking his seat at your desk as he always did. The two of you had been seeing one another for a while now, nothing immensely serious, but you spent as much time as you could together. You liked how honest he was, how he was always genuine no matter if he were happy or upset. He seemed to like how you giggled often and teased him gently. You made each other happy.

Most of the time.

As much as you adored Hanzo and all that came with him, he could sometimes be . . . needy. Not clingy, but when he did come to you with that look of tired frustration on his face, you knew you were in for at least an hour of consoling. Which was fine! You could relate. But today? Today you were struggling, too.

Before you could kiss his cheek and suggest a cup of something warm he launched into a description of how his day had fallen apart. You did your best not to rub your thumping temples. A headache had been toying with you for hours.

Hanzo’s problems were bigger than yours – you knew that. He was surrounded by people for the first time in years, he was trying to rebuild his relationship with his brother, he was overcoming being raised by a brainwashing criminal empire, and so much more. It was a lot to bear, you knew that, but some days it felt as if you weren’t allowed to have your own inner battles.

But you shouldn’t think like that. Hanzo needed you right now. You could push your own petty bullshit aside. Again.

And so you sat, nodding along and reassuring Hanzo as he vented for the better part of an hour. He finally finished and you internally took a deep breath of thanks. You placed a quick peck on his head and murmured one last encouragement in his ear before picking up your phone. Three missed messages from Lena.

“Seriously,” you groaned.

“What is it,” Hanzo said with a relaxed stretch. His ease made you jealous.

“Nothing,” you lied, sliding the screen open and reading the texts

‘Hey lady! You’re still coming to hang right?’

‘Hon where you at?’

‘Really girl?! Just blowing us off?! What the hell? I told everyone you’d be here. You need to step up and act like you want to be here if you’re going to stay.’

You snapped. Did she think you were just tucked away wasting time? Did she think you weren’t trying? Did she not understand that you might be a little overwhelmed? And how dare she threaten to have you booted?! You were stepping up. Every day. Giving Overwatch your all. Every. Day.

“For fuck’s sake,” you screamed, throwing your phone into the mattress in a fit of fury. Hanzo jumped, instantly standing and putting a hand on your side.

“I hardly think your cell phone deserved that,” he said jokingly. You gave him a deadly glare and he shrunk away.

“Could you not patronize me and act like I’m overreacting after I just sat through you whining about how Zenyatta and Genji are ‘too close?’”

He frowned, looking taken aback. “I did not know discussing my day with you was considered ‘whining.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Hanzo, for the past few weeks you’ve only been coming to me when you’re pissed off, and, I’m sorry to say it, but that’s exhausting! I do my job, I push myself every day, and then I see a message from you either saying ‘Long day, will see you soon,’ or ‘Dreadful day, may I come see you?’ So I either spend another night without you or I sit and let you vent. I get that relationships are about working through things together, but that’s not what we do! It’s always just me taking on more than I can handle. When I’m in the ditch, falling apart, you’re either not here, or you’re going off on your own tirade. Then, when you’re done with your rant, you either go back to your bunk or try to drag me into bed. I feel like I’m just someone to unload on, mouth then dick! I can’t do it anymore! I’m tired of feeling like I’m being used. You, Overwatch, and now fucking Lena! I just can’t have anything else piled on top of me. It’s like I’m breaking in half and I just can’t – ”

All this time you had been pacing around the room, trembling and pulling at your hair. Sobs were violently crashing from your throat now, to the point that you felt dizzy. You nearly fell to the ground, but Hanzo was there just in time to lower you to your bed, kneeling in front of you and petting your arms gently. He cooed and whispered to you, but you couldn’t hear him through your frenzy.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” you eventually choked out, shoving Hanzo aside and crawling to your tiny trash can, dry heaving until you collapsed by the wall.

“Hold on, beautiful, please, just hold on,” Hanzo said frantically, “I’ll find Dr. Ziegler.”

“No,” you whimpered grabbing his arm, “I don’t want her to see me like this. She’ll want to send me home, too.”

He looked conflicted, but he was soon helping you to sit up, arms around you and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. You leaned into him once you had caught your breath.

“I’m sorry,” you huffed, taking his hand. “I didn’t mean that. I was just worked up. You’re not using me, I’m just being – ”

“You are right,” Hanzo said firmly. “I have been mistreating you. You are always there for me, and I do not reciprocate as well as I should. I should have seen that sooner.”

“No,” you protested, twisting further into him, “I could have said something sooner. I should have. Either way, snarling at you like that wasn’t right.”

“Please stop scolding yourself,” he said softly, “you reached your limit, and you had to let everything go lest you crumble. I understand. I only wish I had seen how much you were struggling sooner.”

A thin smile crossed your lips as you snorted sarcastically, “I am good at putting on a brave face, maybe too good.”

Hanzo shifted so he could cup your chin and look at you. Almost automatically you ducked your head in embarrassment. You were a mess, but he still swayed into your line of sight. “My lovely, lovely woman,” he murmured, “you give so much of yourself. It is one of the things I most adore about you, but I believe you have given us all too much. You have worked yourself to the point that nothing is left, and I am ashamed to say that I have clearly been greedy with you. The last thing I want is to be the reason you are neglecting yourself. You are constantly making sure I am taken care of, and yet I have not been doing the same. I am sorry, my dear.”

“I’m sorry that I – ” you began, but Hanzo’s thumb pressed against your lips, silencing you.

“No more apologies, at least not from you. Just let me take care of you for now.” He kissed your temple and stood before offering a hand to you. His hand stayed around your waist as he escorted you to your bed as if you were a rag doll, unable to stand on your own. Truth be told you felt a little like that, too. You had been exhausted enough before your outburst, but now your limbs felt twice as heavy.

Once you were tucked under your covers and had a glass of water by your side, you finally felt a bit more stable, but the guilt of having exploded at Hanzo was still bothering you. As he sat beside you and held your hand your heart began to ache. He was a good man who was still learning how to be with someone again, and you knew that. You were both getting used to a massive change in your lives, so hopefully, he could forgive you as you were forgiving him.

“Have you been sleeping well,” he asked meshing his fingers into yours. You shook your head, rubbing your face. “What about eating? Have you been relying too much on those prepackaged protein bars again?”

You flushed and bit your lip to keep from laughing. He knew you too well. “Maybe,” you admitted sheepishly. He scowled. “Hey, don’t give me that look! Not everyone is a morning person like you.”

He shook his head amusedly with a small smirk, “That does not excuse you from neglecting lunch and dinner.”

“Touché,” you conceded.

Hanzo got up and retrieved your tablet from the side table, offering it to you with an oddly stern look. You raised a brow, but took the device nonetheless. “I am going to fix you something substantial to eat,” he explained, “please stay in bed, do something distracting, something that makes you happy. I will be back as soon as I can.”

“Hon,” you said, “you don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll – ”

“I want to,” he insisted, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before heading to the door.

“Wait,” you yelped at the last moment. Hanzo jolted and looked back to you worriedly.

“What is it?”

“If you see Lena, will you tell her I got sick or something? She wanted me to hang with her and the others and now is all kinds of bitchy that I didn’t show,” you sighed.

“Is she what set you off,” he asked, brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” you said leaning your back into the headboard, “she even threatened to have me kicked out.”

“Kicked out?”

“Of Overwatch.”

He let out a disgusted scoff and glared at the door. “I do not believe Miss Oxton has the right or the authority to do such a thing. She is just a cadet!”

“She still outranks us,” you shrugged. “I think.”

Hanzo pursed his lips and opened the door. “If I see her I will tell her you are not feeling well and remind her that this half-cocked organization can use all the help it can get.”

“No, Hanzo, don’t,” you tried to call out, but he was already gone. “Ho boy,” you chuckled, “those two already stare daggers at each other, and now I’m getting them extra riled up.” In the back of your mind, a tiny voice said, ‘Well, that’s what she gets for harping on you,’ but you tried to ignore it.

After an episode of your favorite old show, Hanzo was politely knocking on your door again, and you welcomed him back in.

He smiled as you set the tablet aside and beamed at him. You were feeling infinitely better after a bit of forced time to yourself. Plus, whatever he was carrying smelled phenomenal.

“It is good to see you with a light in your eyes again,” Hanzo said closing the door behind him.

“I haven’t felt this good weeks,” you said as you rubbed your neck. “Thank you for making me take care of myself.”

“My pleasure,” he said adjusting the bowl and napkin in his hand. You grinned.

“I thought eating in bed was quote, ‘One of the filthiest things a person can do,’” you said slightly teasingly.

“Very true. That is why I intend to change your sheets before I leave you for the night,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“But of course,” you giggled, taking the bowl as he offered it to you. The warmth from the ceramic spread from your hands to your toes, wiping away much of your built up tension. “This looks magical,” you said inhaling the incredible scent.

“A simple gyudon,” he said cozying up to you, your arms pressed together.

“Gyudon?”

“I suppose you would call it a beef bowl. The dish has always made me feel as if my problems could be lessened.” He leaned in to peck you on the cheek saying, “Hopefully it tastes decent. I am no chef, and I have rarely had to cook for others.”

You took a bite and groaned, “Holy shit, Hanzo! You need to cook for me more often. Like a lot more often. This is fantastic.”

“I am glad to hear it,” he chuckled. “Though I imagine anything that is not an almond and honey granola bar would be a delight to you.”

“Har har,” you said elbowing him lightly.

“I ran into Winston on the way back,” Hanzo said, his voice dipping a bit and making him sound guilty.

“What happened,” you asked, slumping.

He cleared his throat and rubbed his chin. “The good news is Lena will not and cannot dismiss you from Overwatch.”

“And the bad news?”

“I may have been a bit more . . . aggressive than I needed to be while speaking with Winston.”

“Hazno,” you half squeaked, half laughed. Having him defend you was sweet, but it was easy for him to get too impassioned.

“As I understand it, Miss Oxton and her girlfriend had quite the squabble – she’s been fraying everyone’s nerves today. Winston said he would have a word with her and is giving you tomorrow off.”

“Just how much did you tell him?” There was still a part of you that was afraid to let the others see you so stressed.

“Probably more than would have liked, and I apologize for that, but someone had to tell him that you needed time to recover. I only did what I thought was best for your health,” he said, running his hand over your hair.

“I understand,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

“If there is one thing I ought to I understand, it is letting your pride and expectations of yourself get in the way of your personal well-being,” he grumbled honestly.

“You’re getting better, though,” you assured him.

“Hopefully you will, too.”

You finished your meal in record time and wriggled deeper into your bed contentedly, looping your arm in Hanzo’s. “Thank you for that. For everything.”

“I am simply happy for the chance to make up for my lackluster performance over the past few weeks,” he said lolling his head onto yours.

“Thank you for staying with me after my episode, too. I swear I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, it just happened. I really, really don’t want you to leave me, Hanzo. That’s not why I snapped at you, I snapped because I want you here more often. I just want us to be better. You usually make me so happy but . . .”

“But recently I have been ‘dropping the ball.’” You let out a small laugh. Hearing Hanzo use such casual colloquialisms in his ever refined tone always made you smile.

“We all get a little wrapped up sometimes,” you shrugged, “I understand. Just please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere unless you wish me to,” he promised, “and I will try to be more mindful of your needs if you agree to be more vocal when you are feeling daunted.”

You nodded and smooched his tattooed bicep, “Deal.”

Hanzo took a deep breath and stroked your cheek, “No matter if you are at your best moment or your worst, you are always a remarkable woman, and I will always be thankful to have you by my side.”

“Aw, Hanzo,” you whimpered, holding him tighter, “you’re going to make me feel faint all over again if you keep talking like that! I’m obscenely lucky to have you, too.”

As you let the tension from your muscles slip away, Hanzo silently massaged your hand. Until he suddenly snickered.

“What are you laughing at,” you asked twisting to look at him.

“Nothing,” he said shaking his head, “I should not be amused by your outburst.”

“Amused?!” You had to admit, you were a little angry.

“Perhaps not ‘amused,’” Hanzo backtracked, “it is just – what was it that you said? About me unloading on you, mouth and dick?” He couldn’t stifle the entertained smile that was forming on his face.

“Oh,” you mumbled a bit awkwardly, “yeah I think that was it.” You went red and began to giggle. “Alright, you got me. When you say it out of context like that ‘unloading on me, mouth then dick’ does sound pretty ridiculous.”

Hanzo grinned and kissed your cheek. “Sounds like a bad porno, or maybe some online smut.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Just what do you know about online smut?”

His eyes widened, and he winced. “Nothing!”

@collinssie @watch-your-grammer

[goddessstarmonroe]

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[braden-ffxiv]

profile: Anton

((tagged by a few folks so I'ma do this for both my characters, bray's thing COMIN SOON also this is rly long))

Gender: Male

Race: Midlander hyur

Height: 6'1"

Eye Color: pale hazel

Hair Color: black with deep-crimson tips

The Facts:

Name Day: 21st Sun, 5th Umbral Moon

Occupation: ostensibly a thaumaturgy researcher and social worker. Not-so-ostensibly a Garlean undercover agent-turned-paramilitary cult leader

Allegiance: the Garlean Empire, though to say his faith in that nation is 'waning' would be an understatement.

Sexual identification: heterosexual

Romantic identification: heteroromantic

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Criminal History: His public record is spotless. In his outward persona Anton follows rules to the point of being annoying. If one wants to keep his cover intact, he does well to keep snooping eyes away.

Relationship Status: single

Sweet on: no one in particular, though there are quite a few ladies he'd like a nice taste of.

Favourites:

Favorite food: nothing in particular, but he certainly he finds he enjoys a meal more the more opulent and decadent it is

Favorite drink: expensive wine

Favorite artist: anyone who specializes in paintings/sculptures depicting violent, mindfucking insanity

Favorite scents: sweat of lust-filled bodies, blood

Favorite person: himself. He hasn't found anyone who really gets it. Maybe you'll be the one, hmm?~

Ten facts

Anton is an incorrigible sadist. He's not in to wanton murder or destruction - he's smart enough to know that sort of misbehavior would jeopardize his identity and his plans, but he sure isn't going to shy away from inflicting pain wherever he can get away with it.

Anton doesn't know his parents and presumes they were killed in his infancy by the turmoil that had befallen his home country. A native to Ala Mhigo, he grew up in a variety of foster homes, mostly in the care of Garlean officers and commanders.

The astoundingly-handsome jacket he wears was actually a gift to him from a woman he shared a brief liaison with; a quartermaster with the Limsan navy, she thought he'd look good in their corps outfit and had him fitted for one for fun. She was right.

Anton is an unabashed creature of lust. He often spends evenings at taverns and other social hubs searching for women of a similar mind, and engaging them. It's rare these encounters last longer than an evening. A name, if given, is almost always fake. Spending more time than a night with Anton is an incredibly dangerous prospect; getting to know him, loose ends, and all.

Anton has used his cover as a social worker for conflict refugees to build what's effectively a clandestine paramilitary organization composed of the disillusioned and desperate. Traveling through refugee camps and the poor districts of Eorzea's cities he offers a 'support group' for the needy - a place to eat fresh food, sleep on a warm bed, take a bath, and discuss with other needy people their traumas and troubles. These 'meetings' are of course a pretense for him to prey on these peoples' desperation and brainwash them into his service.

Anton has taken control of a large estate in Thanalan; once a wealthy noble's getaway, he's converted it into a compound for his and his organization's use. He recruits his most loyal followers from his 'meetings' to live with him here, where they train and work together.

Anton haaaates children. They irritate the ever-loving hell out of him, and he would sooner swallow a mug full of arsenic-laced cyanide than even consider living near one, much less raising one.

Anton is a prolific writer. He has a mild case of hypergraphia, a compulsive need to write; he often fills these urges by documenting the dozens of disjointed thoughts that come to him through the day; political papers on the nature of order in Garlemald, his personal philosophy, and the events of life on his compound are other topics of study. He has a room on his compound dedicated to housing his numerous journals.

Anton is a talented spellcaster; however, he very, very rarely uses his magic, as he's rather paranoid that ostentatious displays of such prowess will draw unwanted attention his way. He finds it far simpler and faster to dispatch enemies with a knife or rapier.

Once fiercely loyal to Garlemald, his time in Eorzea has changed him. Free of military men breathing down his neck for the first time in his life, he's gotten to indulge in ways he's never known before - freedom has unshackled the decadent, greedy, lust-filed side of him. His nation's incompetence in recent years has only heightened his feeling that, well, maybe it's time we part ways..

Five Things:

They like:

Seduction

An indulgent meal, followed by..

Debased, vivacious sex

Writing, writing, more writing

Violence, particularly if he's involved

They dislike:

Getting to know people

Children

Helpless animals (he hates dogs especially)

Hot weather

Guardsmen, gendarmes, law enforcement

Good traits:

Ambitious

Efficient

Highly intelligent

Charismatic

Creative

Bad traits: Anton certainly wouldn't call them bad traits, but...

Ruthless

Selfish

Arrogant

Sadistic

Manipulative

Fears:

Having his cover blown

His superiors discovering his activities

Betrayal by his followers

Boats and Airships (he has inner ear/balance issues)

Drowning. Anton generally is not a fan of water.

Personalities they avoid:

People who want to tell him what to do. Having lived his whole life under the watchful eyes of the Garlean military, he finally has some freedom, and fuck if he's going to give that up.

Helpless people. In spite of his 'job' helping refugees, he despises people who can't or won't help themselves.

Moral people. Anton views the idea of morality as a big lie that people tell themselves to feel better about the cruelty of the world. As such, people who do good deeds, hold themselves out as authorities on morality, or who strive to be, are the ultimate hypocrites to Anton.

Witless people. Every conversation of meaning that Anton has is a constant rapier-clashing duel of wit and one-upsmanship; he has no interest in those who fall behind.

The religious. Religion is another joke mortality plays on the weak, and he despises anyone who considers it an important part of his or her life.

Personalities they gravitate toward:

Eeeevil people. The brutish and stupid among the wicked are useful as muscle and cannon-fodder; the cunning and quick are rivals to be studied and perhaps entered into alliances with. The cruel ones are just fun to watch.

The cynical. Given his life philosophy centers around cynicism, a skewering eye towards social norms and the lives of normal people will quirk his brow in interest.

The lustful. Anton is a creature of indulgence, and seduction, flirtation, devious banter, and sexual escapades are some of his favorite indulgences. While he greatly enjoys passing trysts, he secretly enjoys the danger and excitement of longer-term flirtation, playing games, and multiple liaisons, with the right sort of woman. He knows it endangers his cover, and while normally he would hate that, it's kind of exciting to him, at the same time.

Creative people. Anton enjoys writing and fancies himself a philosopher of sorts; he also tends to find the most cunning and witty minds among bards, poets, painters, dancers, and musicians. The more demented, cynical, and dark their art, the better.

The strong. Whether this strength is physical, mental, or otherwise, individuals who possess immense aptitude and are more than willing to toss it around will immediately appeal to him. He clearly prefers those with quick and powerful minds, but having other forms of strength is also quite appealing. He also enjoys that bit of arrogance that comes with brazen displays of power. Ostentation is attractive to him.

[mckitterick]

Thinking this way utterly misses the point.

Until humankind develops herd immunity against this deadly and horrific disease (that is, enough people have antibodies against it, whether that be from immunization or otherwise), everyone who wanders around in public breathing and touching things puts everyone else at risk. Those who do so are the ones spreading the virus, whether they show symptoms or not: About 50% of infected show little or no symptoms.

And if someone's aware they could be spreading the virus to everyone from loved ones (by bringing it home) to strangers many times removed (because they spread it to someone who spread it to a few others who spread it to 12 others and so on...), that makes them selfish d-bags.

You want freedom to roam unmasked? Cool! So do I! But before that's an ethical thing to do, we need to make some changes. We need to make our voices heard to government:

Demand universal pandemic testing. Demand serious help and protection for those forced to work because this nation offers no real assistance for the working poor. Demand corrupt politicians stop handing over our taxes to the greedy rich and least-needy corporations. Demand businesses behave like decent citizens by paying their workers what they deserve instead of handing it all over to CEOs and stock traders. Demand universal healthcare so poor and working class people don't die because they can't afford decent preventive care and treatment. Demand businesses and the ultra-rich pay their fair share of taxes so the nation and its economy doesn't collapse like a house of cards whenever something like this happens. Demand universal basic income so when people lose their jobs they can still buy food and pay rent.

Point your anger at the problem, not the short-term emergency response.

If you're really a libertarian and not just another brainwashed conservative, demand that this nation take some responsibility for its human citizens.

The only way we get through this without seeing a massive resurgence of the virus is by working together and reforming the system.

So my state is about to institute a closure of all “non-essential businesses” tonight and it pisses me off. At first I was just annoyed because I was gonna have to wait longer for Doom eternal and my sister for Animal Crossing but then I started thinking and venting and I realized something.

This is essentially a government ordered house arrest under potential actions that somebody may or may not take. Like this is my libertarian sparking up but if a adult wants to go out and live their life during a pandemic under the threat of infection they should be allowed to, they know the risks, they know what precautions to take. And this is coming from somebody who is constantly in a danger of getting sick CSU’s rpg their medications.

Our actions should not be ruled by the fear of potential actions of the stupid. Whatever happens happens, all these needless precautions are fucking hysteria fuels by the media’s inadequate reporting.

[lefishe]

"Re-post": The unstoppable loop of corporate society

In grade 12, I took one of the most interesting courses I've ever taken. Focusing on the development of philosophy and the minds that derived their founding theories, this philosophy course also allowed me to write personally about a multitude of movies, articles, and more. I've kept these pieces because I believed that a lot of them truly showed some of the core values that define me as an individual. I will thus post some of these intermittently due to their longer length compared to my normal posts.

The first of these is a formulation of my ideas after watching the 2003 documentary "The Corporation" (a very highly recommended watch). I talk in this a little about my view of the modern corporation in our everyday lives, and it's strange form as an individual in our law. Be reminded that I tried to review this as much as possible but that there may still be some flaws in the writing. I mean that's normal considering I normally wrote these 2000 word essays with success the night before they were due. Nevertheless, enjoy.

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Imagine the view of a communist regime. One where the social expectations of the institutions in power are to establish a system of interdependent equality between all people and the government. The true identity of communism, as an ideology, is a society without any hierarchy or even government, where the people themselves live with the values of shared everything within their roots. In the true view of communism though, a system similar to a monarchy is found, where the very few rule with great wealth, while the entire rest of society conforms to the propagated ignorance of “equality”. What if you were told that this system description is actually that of the entire world? Would any one believe the true reality of things? Let’s see shall we…

Throughout this comparison, the compared communist state will be that of communist China under Mao. To what this state will compared to is quite a mix of blended operations and leaders. In general, our world is run by the highest members of government and another distinctive group. Corporations, or the highest form of human greed achievable, are institutions characterized by their person like traits and psychopathic trends. The interlacing of governments and of corporations have created a very blended mixture of power because distinctions between who really is on top cannot be differentiated. Although this may seem contradictory, let me tell you right now, that officials in our governments are nothing. The overshadowing truth of things is that society is truly controlled by corporations and the corrupted institutions of all time periods.

In Mao’s reign, his communist china started with a spark. As people were in complete discontent from the previous leadership of China, Mao’s new promises sparked nationalism and hope in all people. As this was the start of communist China, the industrial revolution was the start of the development of industry and corporations. As they grew more powerful, people became attached to their promises of jobs at all time in a striving economy. As Mao became more influential in his position, he required more from his people to achieve greater success in his goals. This lead him to use propaganda, and mainly lied to his people about the true nature of their requirement for cooperation together. This is the same for corporations, where as when their human nature required more due to greed, they took advantage of the 17th amendment, and took the rights of a living person, just for their self interests. This propagation of brain washing from these two systems follows their principle goal: for communists, its an “equal” system and power to leader at all costs, and for corporations, it’s the profit motive.

In investigating the true purpose of a communist regime, some similarities can be drawn to the corporation, and its place in our common society. In the place of communism, the government cannot succeed without the cooperation of its members, or its entire society. The same can be applied to corporations, as in today's world, the portrait of the planet would be incomplete without the corporation, but the corporation would be nothing without the global population. In a communist regime, people must adhere to the principles of shared wealth and equality of everyone. Under corporations, our entire world is also a planet of equals. We are all equally consumers, all equally brainwashed, and all equally ignorant about the true regime that controls us. So, as a communist leader uses propaganda to control its population into adhering to the principles of equality, the corporation has brainwashed the world through time as it plucks away at our own resources.

Straying away from this comparison to the communist party, lets truly analyse the behavior of the corporation as a person, or so as law deems it to be. To symbolize business and capitalization of all markets, the image of a vulture appears. Its lingering body floats above all else, high in the sky, creating a mental map of the endless possibilities of profit. Although its body is passive in the sky, it is ever present, as it could swoop down to consume on anything promising. Without any liability, this vulture can sweep down to grab anything of the ground, claiming it to its own kingdom of profit. This is the true nature of the corporation of our modern society.

In an effort to examine the true advantageous influences of corporations, they contradict themselves infinitely. In the beginning of the industrial revolution, the idea of a group of people all working to a common goal was required for the evolution of the work space. Although corporations and capitalism have brought on incredible advances in technology as the need for competition always makes companies strive to innovate, the negative outcomes of all of this trump everything else. On the same topic of innovation, the psychopathic corporation is also, for example, capable of destroying and resisting evolution. In a documentary that I watched when I was probably only still a toddler, I remember the topic of the electric car. The documentary, which is named “Who killed the electric car?” is one that investigates the progress of innovation in the automotive industry. I vividly remember this film because its principle message was that although innovations in electric cars started in 1996, with actual cars capable of competing with gasoline fueled cars, this technology was crushed and quieted into oblivion. This movie still frustrates me to this day because the main culprit behind this killing of innovation was the oil corporations. With 1 trillion barrels of oil in the ground for a total 100 trillion in profit still to make, the corporation skipped over innovation for profit. As I see it, cars are the greatest medium of pollution in this world. Now just imagine if all these cars we drove were electric these days and how this technology could have translated over to industry and the entire ecosystem of the oil powered world we live in. Although corporations would still inevitably exist, at least we would have a basis of ecological sustainability in place first. So overall, the corporation likes to skip over humanitarianism and innovation for the sweet dollars that will eventually burn up with our carbon polluted atmosphere.

The corporation as a person is an externalizing machine. Like our governments, these high class citizens like to say that they want to change how business influences its workers or the environment, but truly, they externalize crisis and claim falsehoods on the truths of our citizens. Its very simple: our world is ignorant and brainwashed into this system of the need for corporations in our society. Although those at the top may seem like they realise the effects of their externalization and their effects on the biosphere, they really are as ignorant as the rest of the communist proletariat under them. The majority of this youthful population of the world has been born in the era of corporations as the highest order in our society. We adhere to its principles and pray to its leaders for the opportunity to truly live a life. Those at the top are the same. Unaware of their true position, the corporation exploits the planet and its people for its own interests. Its diagnosis says it’s a maniac, and truly, our world is stuck this way. I’d love to believe that some activists say that “united, we are unstoppable” but truly, united under this monarchy of money motivation, we the proletariat under the monster at the top are but chess pieces in an ocean. We all follow the waves, and our ignorance has led us to unite in the decision to always believe the world that we live in. So, in unity, we are truly only supporting each other in our choices to stay as endless consumers and beggars to the system of communism of our society.

In short, I do not believe in a better day because at the root of all, the human remains. I never have blamed the corporation for its actions. Its true purpose is to feed the need of the human nature. Just as corporations are seen as people, people are hungry and are needy. To look at who to blame, to look at why a true communist government could not exist, and to understand why there is no alternative to the corporate world we live in, examine the human nature first. We are all but greedy individuals, no matter the purity, because as people, we believe in self-righteousness and the service of one’s self before any one else. In the future, I only anticipate the fall of the world, due to the ignorance and brainwashing of everyone to the real enemy at heart. Not the societal corporation as a whole, but the corrupted human spirit that lies in all of us.

[antonioebangelista]

Once upon a time, the Roman Catholic Church wanted to dominate the whole world thru conversion to Catholicism. Anyone who thought otherwise was branded as a heretic and met with ferocity by a tribunal, formally known as the Papal Inquisition. The Inquisition was one of the greatest misfortune in the history of Christianity. There has been no other institution in the history of the Christian Church that was so inhumane, so unjust, so…un-Christian. When it was finally abolished 184 years ago, the irreversible damage has already been done, thousands of lives had already been lost, and tens of thousands of lives ruined through torture, mutilation, imprisonment, not to mention the destruction or confiscation of properties. Countless families were driven from their homelands to flee from persecution, and the Roman Catholic Church had earned a scar against its name that still resonates to this day.

So how was this horrific act established, sanctioned and embodied by a religious institution? How were these church leaders able to commit inhumane acts against their fellow human beings as if they didn’t have a conscience or respect for human lives? The answer is surprisingly simple. It was because of FAITH.

Throughout the history of man, faith has served two gods- the true God and the false god. As the True God gives the reward to those who diligently seek Him out (Hebrews 11:6), faith in falsehood also reap dire consequences. Faith then determines mankind’s success and utter destruction because faith in the right hands or in the right hearts, I should say, will yield goodness, respect, compassion, hope, and love. Yet, in the wrong hearts, faith will blindly lead men to become arrogant, prideful, deceitful, troublesome, wicked, hateful and murderous. This is a version of faith that has been WEAPONIZED.

After more than a century since the abolition of the Papal Inquisition, we are now living witnesses of the genesis of a new breed of Inquisition that started in the Philippines and is now widely spread throughout the whole world just like a plague. This modern-day Inquisition is led by none other than this man.

Eduardo V. Manalo, the current Executive Minister of the Iglesia Ni Cristo (Church of Christ), who is considered by his faithful followers to be the most important man on earth. EVM, as he is commonly referred to, is revered by many of his congregants as the guardian of their faith and idolized to the point of setting aside Jesus Christ as the Messiah. Eduardo V. Manalo surrounded himself with “his” Ministers, referred to as the Sanggunian or Council Ministers, and together, they formed the Tribunal that is set up to become one of the world’s most powerful religious institution and anyone who thinks otherwise or gets in their way, will be severely punished in a manner as if to imitate God’s wrath.

THE PRELUDE: BECOMING EXECUTIVE MINISTER

But the Iglesia Ni Cristo was never like this in the beginning. Very much the same way how Jesus Christ started his Church during the first Century. He preached about love and compassion, caring for one another, helping the needy, humility and mercy. He even taught mankind to love even his enemies. Jesus taught the true meaning of hope, faith, and love, the very same Christian principles upheld by Bro. Felix Y. Manalo and Bro. Eraño G. Manalo that ushered the spiritual integrity of the church for almost a century. The Iglesia Ni Cristo was respected and admired worldwide for its unblemished reputation for caring for the flock and anyone who may be in need.

But the wealth, power and influence, that the Church was blessed with over the years, were just too much to resist for anyone with an unpure and greedy heart. This is what propelled EVM, upon the strong influence of his wife, Babylyn Ventura-Manalo, and the connivance of the equally seduced power-driven Sanggunian Ministers to secure his seat of power. Thus, a take-over plan was hatched with the aid of their chosen STF (Special Task Force) ministerial students who swore an allegiance to EVM and his wife Babylyn. The plot was ultimately discovered by Bro. Eraño G. Manalo who was heart-broken when he finally realized that the mastermind was his very own son, who was then the Deputy Executive Minister of the Church, tasked to replace him should he pass away.

Because of EVM’s betrayal, he and his whole family were supposed to be expelled from the Church, along with all the conspirators, including the STF ministerial students, headed by Antonio “Jojo” De Guzman. But because such act would cause so much scandal in the church, Bro. Eraño showed compassion and mercy by suspending EVM from all of his church duties and all of their co-conspirators were expelled and silently sent home, never to return to the Ministry. This fact was only known to the Church Council and the District Ministers during that time and those who were close to the family of Bro. Eranõ G. Manalo. And because EVM finally revealed his true nature, Bro. Eraño made a strong decision to make amendments to the By-Laws of the Articles of Incorporation of the Church to protect the sanctity of the Church Administration by making sure that the most powerful seat in the Church will not fall in the wrong hands. Could these hands be of his eldest son who has proven that his heart can easily be swayed and corrupted? The sole purpose of the amendments was to nullify the initial protocol that upon the death or vacancy of the Executive Minister (EGM), the Deputy Executive Minister will automatically take his place. The amendments stipulate that upon the death of the Executive Minister (EGM), instead of AUTOMATIC SUCCESSION, his successor will have to be VOTED upon by the Church Council which includes the General Evangelist, General Secretary, General Treasurer, General Auditor, and District Ministers. The Church Council will also include as members the following officers, Administrative Secretary, Assistant General Secretary, Custodian of Records, Secretary for Legal Affairs, Secretary for Evangelical Studies, Secretary for Foreign Mission, Auditor for Foreign Mission, and Secretary for Corporate Affairs. Here are the copies of the authentic AMENDED ARTICLES OF INCORPORATION: Read them carefully and understand the context why the amendments were necessary even if EVM was already the Deputy Executive Minister during that time.

    Despite the fabricated script that the EVM Ministers were tasked to tell the brethren, the election for the succeeding Executive Minister by the Church Council, NEVER HAPPENED. EVM did not allow this to happen simply because he knew exactly that he will not have a chance to be nominated nor elected. This is when years of plotting his vengeful betrayal against his father, Bro. Eraño G. Manalo came to fruition. EVM spent years buying the loyalty of the Sanggunian Ministers and District Ministers and with his eldest daughter Kristine Dorothy Manalo and son-in-law TJ Orosa planted securely and deeply into the INC’s Legal Department, they were able to fabricate corporate documents to make EVM’s Accession to power APPEAR legitimate.

THE TAKE OVER: PAYBACK TIME

Now that EVM was successful in taking over the Church Administration by circumventing the amended By-Laws made by the late Executive Minister, Bro. Eraño G. Manalo, the next wave was complete domination. Anybody who had knowledge of the STF’s foiled coup d’ état against EGM’s Administration must be silenced by all means. The EVM conversion tactic has always included bribery, blackmail, expulsion or unexplained deaths. This formula proved to be very persuasive and in no time, the Ministers were dancing to the tune of EVM’s flute. The next phase was to completely eradicate anyone who would dare question EVM’s authority and self-appointed mandate.

But you see, not everyone can be bought or threatened. Not everyone can be brainwashed or controlled. So what started as a handful of Ministers and brethren who bravely, whether openly or discreetly, defended the faith, grew in number from all over the world. They were called The Defenders of the Faith. EVM thought that it was something that he could just ignore and scoff at and would just eventually fade away. But he was gravely mistaken. And when Antonio Ebangelista became the mouthpiece of the enlightened and the oppressed, the brethren began to be inquisitive and demanded answers. Answers that EVM and his co-conspirators were never prepared to give truthfully so they resorted to alibis and fabricated tales that awakened the hibernating darkness in the heart of EVM giving rise to EVM’s modern day Inquisition. And in just a short span of 8 years, what Bro. Felix and Bro. Eraño Manalo planted and nurtured, EVM has successfully uprooted and destroyed. What was once globally respected as a pristine religion is now a cult wallowing in shame. The Iglesia Ni Cristo now headed by EVM has an integrity that is highly questionable. Its name dragged in so many controversies of alleged anomalies and illegal activities, corruption, and even murders.

The Papal Inquisition that started in 1231 A.D. became so successful and widely implemented simply because the church was in bed with the King, making the Pope more powerful than any public office and more powerful than the law itself. These are the same trademarks of the EVM’s Inquisition. The Iglesia Ni Cristo of old, was financially stable because its finances were meticulously and carefully managed based on the conservative needs of the Church- no extravagance, no lavish lifestyles, and no unnecessary expenditures. EVM squandered all of that away and was able to put the church in so much debt- it had to borrow Billions of Pesos from the banks just to allow it to continue its spending spree. EVM does not want the nitty-gritty of managing the Church and all it’s loans and mortgages so he gave his go-to guy, Glicerio B. “Jun” Santos Jr., the absolute authority to execute it in his behalf. Something that the previous Executive Ministers would have never done.

In the Philippines, where faith and religion is an integral part of the lives of the people for hundreds of years, the Iglesia Ni Cristo from its humble beginnings arose and stood prominently because of its pristine reputation that earned the love and respect, not only of the Philippine’s different branches of  government, its agencies, but even by elected officials because the Church Administration during the time up to Bro. Eraño G. Manalo did not abuse its power and influence. If some were caught doing so, they faced immediate disciplinary action. Unfortunately, to play god was something that proved to be too tempting for EVM and after a hundred years of the Church’s success, pride and arrogance caused him to exploit the Church’s long arm to get what he wants, particularly the complete humiliation and destruction of  anyone that has been critical to him and his Administration.

What followed suit was a series of kidnappings, expulsions, libel cases, unjust imprisonment, coercion, illegal detentions, you name it and most probably, EVM’s Administration has done it, including murders. And with the use of its deeply entrenched roots in the law enforcement, the justice system, the branches of government and the complete cooperation of the politicians beholden to the Church’s bloc voting scheme, EVM may very well just get away with everything he ever dreamed of and more…

EVM has successfully done the following under his tyrannical regime:

1. Demonized and expelled his family including his elderly mother

2. He has kept a short leash on all of his Ministers to follow his every command

3. He has brainwashed the fanatic members of the church into idolizing him

4. He has destroyed every living memory and legacy of his father, Bro. Eraño G. Manalo

5. He has instilled fear into the hearts of anyone who would even think of questioning his authority

6. He has divided every family in the Church so as to ensure total obedience to his will

7. He has activated every member of the Church assigned in every Department, Agency, and Institution of the government to acquire special privileges

8. He has legitimized the EVM Inquisition by using the justice system to sign off on all of its targets and assigned the INC members in the law enforcement to carry out EVM’s purge orders

9. He has discreetly used connections to threaten or buy off media entities that are critical of his Administration, just like what happened to The Philippine Daily Inquirer- bought by Ramon Ang, who is a known longtime friend and supporter of EVM. Now the Philippine Daily Inquirer is silent on INC issues.

10. He has managed to stay in the background as he orchestrates the swift manipulation of government agencies to eradicate media entities that do not respond to his bribes or threats, just like what is happening to Rappler.com. The Office of the Solicitor General and the Secretary of Justice are both under the influence of the EVM Church Administration.

And here are the latest victims of the EVM Inquisition. On top of all the pending court cases in the Philippines, others stretching up to years before any movement is done, the EVM Administration managed to use its influence to make sure that these people are apprehended and jailed on every possible charge in order to produce a warrant of arrest, followed by an immediate strike force operation to apprehend and imprison innocent individuals whose only crime was helping the family of Bro. Eraño G. Manalo who are also continuously being persecuted and oppressed. Only in the Philippines! EVM controls the cops who became false witnesses, the same cops who did an unlawful siege in the compound of Bro. Eranño G. Manalo, the same cops who planted the miraculous sea of firearms and labeled them as evidence, and the same cops who apprehended the Family of Bro. Eranõ G. Manalo. Yet nobody even cared to investigate all the armed men of EVM Private Security that surrounded the house of Bro. Angel Manalo and Sister Lottie Manalo-Hemedez?

EVM made sure that he closes the loop that connections from the Prosecutor, all the way up to the Judge are on their side to assure that everything is executed like clockwork. No wonder we cannot get justice for the oppressed.

We hear of other heinous crimes committed, not to mention the cases of plunder and corruption amounting to millions or even billions of pesos, yet these criminals are able to post bail for a meager fraction of the price.  But for those considered as enemies of EVM’s Administration such as his own brother, Bro. Angel Manalo and those helping him, bail is denied bail on the basis of fabricated evidence filed against them. The rest of his family members and supporters are now also being hunted with a magical warrant of arrest, of which, their bail price even reached a staggering Php 130,000 (USD $2,600) each. And they still think that nobody is noticing the stinky hands of the EVM Administration plastered all over this. They really think that everyone else is that stupid huh?

Eduardo V. Manalo is really a lot of things, but one thing is for sure- the actions of his administration are definitely not those of a Christian. As a religious leader representing the name of Christ in every building they own, all fingers point to him to have successfully done everything that Jesus forbid yet, miserably failed at everything that God commanded. His actions are definitely louder than words. Denying the plea of his widowed mother and his fatherless siblings and alienating them speak volumes about his capacity to love. If he cannot love his brother or sister whom he can see, then how can he claim to love God whom he cannot see. The Bible defines such a person and everyone who follows his lead, as LIARS:

If anyone says “I love God,” but keeps on hating his brother, he is a liar; for if he doesn’t love his brother who is right there in front of him, how can he love God whom he has never seen? ~ 1 John 4:20 Living Bible (TLB)

The people that EVM targeted and ordered to be arrested and jailed are simple and ordinary citizens. They do not have the ability to fend for themselves due to many months of confinement in the much controversial compound in 36 Tandang Sora Ave. where they devoted their lives to helping the family of Bro. Eraño G. Manalo.

They do not have the ability to defend themselves, much more the ability to pay for the nearly-impossible fines associated with EVM’s Inquisition tactics. Unknown to him and his advisers, even if these acts of harassment are blacked out from the media, they have only once again proven to the public eye that they are one of, if not the world’s greatest bullies and that they will, without hesitation, use the faith of the faithful and fearful, as a weapon of hate and destruction.

The Dalai Lama once said, “Love and Compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive. When there is violence, that is no longer a genuine Christianity. All must Cary love, compassion, forgiveness, tolerance, contentment, self-discipline. There has to be a common ground and common practice where we can build genuine harmony, mutual respect, learning, and admiration…”

Honestly, are these virtues still found in the INC institution headed by EVM today? The EVM fanatic would be quick to shout out “Expelled! Non-Believers! Pagans!”, yet, ironically, The Dalai Lama is more Christian than the hypocrite of a leader, Eduardo V. Manalo. And because of this, more and more brethren all over the world are beginning to finally open their eyes, speaking out and standing up, because the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men, Christian men, to do nothing.

Others may think that they are not doing the evil things that EVM and his cohorts are doing so they are not committing any sin in the sight of God so they choose to keep silent about it.  BUT, it is not only what you do that can be equated to sinning, but also what you are NOT doing, because it is written:

“Remember, too, that knowing what is right to do and then not doing it is sin.” ~  James 4:17 (TLB)

What is the right thing to do especially at times when there are evil works transpiring around us?

“Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.”    ~ Ephesians 5:11 (ESV)

Do not be a willing accomplice of the corrupted Church Administration under EVM. Set yourself free and stand up on the side of God’s righteousness. EXPOSE these evildoers! Let us continue on the path that God has set before us. Let us follow God’s commandments and continue to love and care for one another, helping anyone who is in need, as God expects His true children to do so.

Follow all the more the examples of Christ by putting our faith into action by loving others, contrary to the kind of faith serving the false gods and used as a weapon of hate.

”But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” John 3:17-18

When we love one another just as Christ loved us, it is a sign to all people that we are the true followers of our Lord Jesus- by this, all will know that we are His true disciples.

~ Antonio Ramirez Ebangelista 

“They tried to bury us…they didn’t know we were seeds.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have power or money, but what I do have is a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career.  Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.  If you tell the truth now, that’ll be the end of it.  I will not look for you, I will not pursue you.  But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will expose you.” – A.E.

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♡♡ Fic Masterlist ♡♡

A compilation of all my fics!

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Such a disappointment  (Scumbag!Hawks x Endeavor'sDaughter!Reader; creampies, nonconsensual photo taking, scumbag!Hawks, exhibitionism (kinda), daddy kink, humiliation, fetishizing said humiliation) 2.8k

dyed and dirty (Keigo x Reader; tw faux incest, exhibitionism, embarrassment, inappropriate pda/dirty talk) 1.3k

nesting (Keigo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, noncon, rut, breeding, fingering, possessive behavior) 1.8k; nesting, pt. ii (Keigo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, tw pregnant reader, tw dubcon, nursing, mention of breastfeeding (just a tiny bit), fingering, shame, praise, depression and self-deprecation, yan keigo) 2.8k

be my guest  (Keigo x Sister!Reader, Touya x Reader; tw incest, tw faux incest, tw misogyny, tw breeding kink (mentions of breeding but not the action), tw slight mindbreak/trained behavior, human ashtray, ass eating, blowjobs, tw degradation)

snowfall (Drug dealer!Keigo x Model!College Student!Reader; tw noncon, tw drug use, tw eating disorders, blowjobs, humiliation, verbal abuse, slightly yan keigo, dumbification)

You can spray trash gold but that doesn’t it make treasure (Kiego x Older Sister!Reader; tw incest, humiliation, panty kink, tw toxic power imbalances, masturbation, getting it on during a dinner party)

make it rare, make it bloody (Keigo x Cousin!Reader; tw incest, tw drugging, tw noncon, tw somno, tw period kink, oral, lil bit of shame and humiliation kink, masturbation, college au) wc: 1.2k

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

wind down  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, somft Enji, finger sucking, fingering, oral, cock warming, somnophilia (kinda)

Belonging  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u)

Crop Top  (Endeavor x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, humiliation and degradation, possessive behavior, creampies, and Enji being a horny old dick over his daughter’s clothing choices) 

Scorched  (Enji x Reader; Natsuo x Reader...kinda; A/B/O; tw breeding kink; tw noncon/dubcon; tw angst/no happy ending; rough sex; tw dumbification (i think?)) Scorched Scraps

midnight  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, angst/no happy ending)

a dog’s life  (dehumanization, trained/brainwashed behavior, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dubcon/noncon)

sweet damnation (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, a touch of misogyny, feelings of shame, tw dubcon (kinda), size kink)

it’s not a party without some tears (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw drinking, tw dubcon/noncon, tw angst, tw violence, tw toxic relationships, possessive behavior)

embers (burning for you) (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw drugs, masturbation, tw incest, all characters are aged up, scent kink (kinda), rough sex, lite humiliation, daddy kink) 2.3k wc

burning, burning, burning (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest; a/b/o; tw noncon; tw dubcon/noncon; tw breeding kink; knots; violence as in rough handling, clothes being burnt off, etc; mindbreak) 3.4k wc

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

greedy   (Touya Todoroki x Reader; degradation, rough sex, toxic relationship, slut!reader, like damn girl you really are a needy and greedy thing, thoughts of cheating/fantasies of cheating, possessiveness, boot humping, uhhh idk what to call it but talk of being a cumdump for the Todoroki family, pure and shameless thirst)

Pit Stop    (Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, watersports, forced piss swallowing, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, humiliation, crying/crybaby!reader, noncon/dubcon, nonconsensual video taking, mean mean mean big brother Touya)

What’s mine is mine  (Dabi x Sister!Reader; Keigo, Jin, and Tenko; tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior)

Smile for the camera  (Dabi x Reader; toxic relationships, violence, fingering, choking, degradation)

two in the morning and i’m all yours (Dabi x Reader; tw toxic relationship, public fingering, drinking and drug mention, degradation, possessive behavior, daddy kink, fingers in moufs, reader is kind of a bimbo, mentions of punishment/trained behavior, drool, slight puking mention (just briefly, nothing graphic and not described in any detail- it’s all in the past))

Natsuo Todoroki

Indulgence  (Natsuo x Sister!Reader;  tw incest, but like...nothing happens, incestuous  thoughts/desires, a smidge of praise kink, head scritches, guilt and  denial of feelings, just a bit of somft, it’s reader’s turn to long  after their sibling)

for shame    (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, feelings of shame and humiliation, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding/pregnancy talk) 1k voice recording celebration

Just the two of us  (Natsuo x ditzy!virgin!Reader; unprotected sex, dubcon, ditzy!virgin!Reader, creampies, manipulation, pseudo incest, big brother/little sister kink, natsuo being a perv)

Coming Home   (Natsuo X Sister!Reader; tw incest- though it doesn’t get explicit, manipulation, drinking)

Tomura Shigaraki

damage per second (Shigaraki x Reader; tags/warning: asshole shiggy, blowjobs, shitty boyfriends and shitty relationships )

Giran

Giving in, Coming Back  (Giran x Reader; daddy kink, finger sucking, grinding, smoking)

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum

Good girl this year  (Fatgum x Reader; public fingering, oral, unprotected sex, Lite daddy kink, praise, size kink)

Chisaki Kai/Overhaul

Lucky (Chisaki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, a bit of angst, drinking, mentions of blood) Lucky, pt 2 (Chisaki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, fear, humiliation, Nemoto being an Asshole, kind of angst i guess)

Shinso Hitoshi

High in the clouds with you (Shinso Hitoshi x Reader; tw drugs (weed); established relationship, stoner gf and overworked bf; oral; deepthroating; spit kink; it’s a really messy blowjob; a touch of somft)

Sero Hanta

get you high, get you low (Sero x Reader; tw drugs, tw nonconsensual filming + sharing, masturbation, scumbag!Sero; tw dubcon/noncon (mention), spitting on the puthy, established relationship)

Bakugou Katsuki

slap on the wrist (senpai that’s not my wrist) (Bakugou x Sidekick!Reader; tw dubcon, spanking, humiliation) wc: 1k