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🌟All Bee outfits from Bee and Puppycat Part 11🌟 (ft. content from Lazy in Space, from various crew members' social medias and the show's creator herself)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 12/
On the two year anniversary of the Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, it's worth putting the size of that spill into context. By the time it was capped on July 15, 2010, the well had released 4.9 million barrels of oil into the Gulf, making it the largest accidental oil spill in history.
Riq IV and R-5910 BP
If Prime Rick took BP Au Headcannons:
When Prime Rick abducted Birdperson to get to c-137. He made sure that BP couldn’t escape.
Prime Rick built a collar(choker? Idk) that had a red ruby attached in the middle. The collar produced large shocks if BP ever tried to harm him. And it had a tracking device within the ruby
To prevent Birdperson from trying to escape, prime broke BP’s right wing(hence the bandages).He also used a match to burn a small part of BPs left wing and his left side of his hip
When Birdperson tried to fight back, he ended up getting his left arm broken by prime. Prime felt a small tad of guilt and bandaged up his arm
Birdperson is forced to go on adventures with Prime and having to deal with Rick Prime trying to kill his Rick
Later on BP’s Rick(c-137) finds out about who Prime captured from the council of ricks. He ends up on a raging hunt to find prime and to get his boyfriend friend back
Morty helps Rick out since he considers Birdperson family(like another grandpa, who is part bird)
BP does not like having to deal with prime and his plan about using him to get to his friend(even though he is a alternate version of his Rick)
Birdperson is also annoyed at prime for using him as bait
Bonus:
(forgot to add some color)
Birdperson D-8341( Evil BP)
Evil Rick killed birdperson in dimension D8341. Evil Rick’s job was to kill Rick from the D8341 dimension, but he ended up killing birdperson instead. Rick brought BP back to the citadel and fixed him up. Birdperson’s occupation is to protect Evil Morty and Evil Rick.
Birdperson D-8341 headcannons:
BP job is kinda like a guard
He get along well with evil Morty and the other Morty’s(kinda seen as a weird fun uncle)
All the guard ricks are absolute simps for Evil BP(but then again which rick isn’t)
His wings are white and has black tip feathers. He has three scars and wires coming from his eyes like Evil Morty
He wears a black skirt with a gray belt and has scars on his wings
He is just as observant, gives well meaning advice, and just as nice as the original BP
Evil BP and Evil Rick end up in a relationship later on
Evil Morty ends up having two grandpas(pretends to hate it, but is secretly happy to have a family)
If Prime Rick used Birdperson to get to c-137
When c-137 Rick fines out prime took bp, he going to end up on a raging quest/hunt to get him back. And would also try to kill prime because he abducted his lover.
-totally non evil chuckle-
I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?
An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋
argh fr😍🤞🏽
Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:
Please enjoy‼️‼️
Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.
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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.
Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"
Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and you almost wanted to tell the pathetic thing how stupid it was for him to look so sad, but your naturally stern expression simply softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.
Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.
The Dreemers.
Or, more specifically, King Asgore.
He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.
He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.
He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.
"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."
You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."
You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.
Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.
"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.
You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.
It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. Burgerpants wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.
Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.
"....fucking great."
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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."
The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.
He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!
The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention, his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.
Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.
A doctor, huh?
He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.
He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed out what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort.
It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing. The ringing felt suddenly louder, echoing around the skeleton's skull as he felt his soul thrumming in sync.
.....What?
His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.
And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion as he critically judged you. He then promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.
He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.
You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.
He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.
And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.
Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently to soothe his heated glare. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him, your voice still stern but less guarded. "Better?"
It hardly registers that he had moved, something you didn't pick up on, not until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.
It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he gathered, based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with Pirates, let alone with ordinary men or monsters like him who were not yet known, but it was too late.
He dared not respond, but the way his magic had his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted after some reluctance. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, anything really to cut the silence, you stood up abruptly.
"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. It takes an overworked soul to know another. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.
Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up. And even if you did know who he was, your bravery was more commendable.
He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. He doesn't know why, but he felt the impulsive desire to share his name. "It's Pitch. Pitch Serrif."
You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask for your name, repeat it just the same to him to remember. It rolls off his tongue when he follows after you, smooth and sweet. He wanted to pry further, he figured, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.
What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.
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"Your brother is going to have your head, Captain Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. One, two, both fallen as their bodies are nothing but useless, armored shells now. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."
Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders back. "'s that so?" He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing out a barked laugh. It mimicked his usual, boisterousness, but the sharp tinge of aggression was apparent. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asked the fool dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest.
Now now now, what is this?
"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"
Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. He had a temper past his eccentric personality, and Burgerpants was testing the waters.
"Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes. He seems to be hesitant to speak, as if he needed to claw the hook out of his flesh and remove the barbed metal
"A good soul, one who I consider a friend."
Red can't seem to find any indication of exasperated detail, and so instead he pauses his ruthlessly draining running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.
Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.
You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.
“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.
The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.
.
.
.
From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.
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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.
When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.
His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.
You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.
An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.
Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.
King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.
You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.
So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.
He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.
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"this the Human you spoke of?"
"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."
"WE'RE TAKING THEM."
"What??"
"what choice is there? I told ya already-"
"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."
Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.
He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.
He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.
The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.
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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko
Forgive me, testing was beating my ass
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There is nothing more blackpilling than watching the so impoverished women of the global south treat their daughters horribly than their sons. Don't tell me these women "didn't have a choice" or "brainwashed". It doesn't take you 2 brain cells to realize the tyranny of XYs. What's worse is that you refuse to hold these women accountable under the guise of solidarity or whatever. Most women if given any type of power (be it political or economic) will always use it to exploit other women than help them.
the antifeminism of men comes from the oppression they exert, the antifeminism of women comes from the oppression we suffer.In no way can feminists see antifeminist men and antifeminist women as the same, nor can they call the latter their enemies. Antifeminist women are not separated from us by objective interests but by false consciousness. Furthermore, false consciousness does not really separate us because we have all had it, and we all still have at least some of it. It is our common enemy. When we are struggling against their 'opinions, we are not struggling against antifeminist women, but against this common enemy >XYS
It's pointless to hate liberal feminists (no matter how annoying and insufferable they are we must redirect our hate to these parasitic xys who aim to divide us all)
A lack of sexual discipline is present in both women and men. Women mistakenly believe that their sexuality is more virtuous because men are more openly degenerate. Both sexes are after social validation and physical release in their pursuit of bodies. “Making love” isn’t any less selfish and degrading. This world is a perverts playground, both men and women have made it that way. Watch the gender divide disappear when a woman speaks of sexually abstaining indefinitely. Men and women, regardless of orientation will unite to shame her.
I honestly believe that women who are male-partnered/sexually active/ have kids/plans to have kids don't have much to say about trans people. Since a lot of arguments against trans people is the damage they cause to their bodies through sugeries and hormones (usually towards tifs) or that they're predators (towards tims) fall completely flat. These women do have a predator with them (their male partner), so why be upset over a male pretending to be female when you don't care about safety to begin with. Second, why can't tifs damage their bodies when you also damage your own body and mind through having sex and childbirth. You are a complete contradiction. You can't be against them and yet do the same as them just in different font.
Nature in humans/most mammals;
Females= Must be hunted and penetrated by males, must carry all the reproductive burden, all the pain of our bodies ripping itself apart to create life, must nurture offspring, repeat.
Males= Maybe get in a scrap, hunt females and penetrate.
Why were we the ones subjected to all the suffering?
Coming to terms with the fact that we can’t change the dynamic of nature is hitting a brick wall.
The only way we will have freedom is if the power imbalance doesn’t exist, which means extinction is the only route to true freedom.
I irk at the name of feminism when I hear it from anybody. It has totally lost its menaing and means nothing anymore.
Now they are doing the same with radical feminism. Raddies with boyfriends are main center of feminism. They wanna endlessly analyse male nature only to end up breeding with them and spawning new males. This makes sense why black pilled women don't wanna associate with radfems anymore.
Reformist women and hetfems have started to colonise radfem spaces and diluting the actual meaning. You get to see women who believe in socialisation theory and giving out "harm reduction" tips. If they really wanted safety for the woman then they would have asked her to abandon their moid.
There's too many handmaidens. I mean there is a reason why we have talks here that ask to center mothers and how bEauTifUl motherhood is.
What was the last straw on the back of the camel was the apparent lesbophobia from these same women.
From "radblr hates straight women" to "lesbians shouldn't talk about separatism". When lesbians already face double (or even triple) oppression. They think lesbians are having "sex parties" and how unfair it is for straight women to not "enjoy" intimacy. Lol. Let's assume all homophobia from world is eliminated and even then our dating pool is so small. We have to be single for years.
Honestly, I'm starting to doubt that radical feminism was even "colonized" by male lovers. Seems to me that the majority of the big radfems love males anyway. (Any truly liberated women that feel that it's their movement, and they feel betrayed by this, I get that as well.) But feminism as a whole is very difficult to truly shape into a revolutionary movement because it requires the hatred or the very least the absence of love for males, but with 99% of women truly loving them until their dying breath, we cannot move in any meaningful way.
have you ever seen that post where someone called out how simone de beauvoir was trafficking young girls and a radfem reblogged it to write this long drawn out post on how simone was actually the real victim in the situation, with not a peep about the girls she helped victimize
And I still remeber that. I also remeber the backlash i got when I made the post :)
These women don't give a shit about the well being of girls.
Time and again I have seen them defend misogynist women and not hold hem accountable because of some stupid concept of solidarity that they don't even know about.
"supporting women's rights and wrongs" doesn't even sound funny at this point.
You are true anon. These radblrinas defend their dead idols over the well-being of women.. Mary dale was very homophobic and still her texts are passed around. Andrea dworkin's texts on lesbians opened my eyes on how lesbophobic she is. And no one batted an eye.
But what I seem to notice is that this solidarity doesn't seem to extend for lesbians, woc and marginalised women.
They hate gay males for misogyny but find their bfs misogyny cute.
They write posts "Avg white male is less misogynistic than avg man in middle east" "Afghan men hated women, so they established Taliban" while their western gov actively supplied funds for terrorist organisations and de stabalised the middle east.
Their sympathy extends only for women who uphold oppression.
So many feminists live in a delulu fantasy world not advising women to make decisions based on the world we actually live in, but instead a world of how things should be
i think it's the byproduct of the leftie mindset, when you strive to be so open-minded your brain falls out; and feminism is a left wing ideology so it's suffering from its shortcomings. you know the joke about liberals at their core wanting to rebel against all social conventions out of arrested development, so they'll defend vile shit like pornography or pedophilia because conservatives are against them. it's a bit similar here. the trappings of defending stupid shit that women do in the name of feminism, because from a feminist viewpoint all women are perpetual misunderstood victims, and not real humans that are active participants in their own lives.
As Solanas once wrote, men will:
"swim through a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him."
Yes, and male-attracted women are no better. She will:
risk cervical cancer, STIs, and STDs,
mess up her hormones with pills, insert copper in her uterus,
go through excruciating torture like abortions, pregnancy, and childbirth,
put up with abuse and sexual harassment from her spouse, spend the best years of her life pampering a man child, shortening her own lifespan to lengthen his,
litter the world with walking time bombs, spawn criminals and rapists at worst and covert misogynists at best onto earth and creating a world where herself, her sisters, and her daughters live in fear,
pollute the world with so many needless males so as to render human life disposable to oligarchs, making all of us easily exploitable because they know the male-attracted female will just keep churning out more cannon fodder,
submit to males and endlessly toil away to maintain the status quo of male power structures, dragging other women down with her, so on and so forth......
if she thinks that, at the end of the day, there'll be a friendly dick to pick her and call her special.
Everyone makes exceptions, that’s why the world remains the same. “Can you believe we elected a sexual predator as president?” I can, because the same people complaining, sleep next to one themselves every night. Oh I forgot, your husband’s “barely legal teen” search history doesn’t count. He’s not really dangerous, he’s still one of the good ones.
Know that almost every individual on Earth is doing the exact same thing. Excusing those closest to them, no matter how horrific and depraved. Mentally ill sex addicts are the majority on this planet because everyone serves and worships them. As long as you’re related to, or make the masses feel good, they’ll look the other way.
“Children are being exploited!” They sure are, and it’s being done by the people around you. Why should everyone else live up to a moral code you don’t uphold yourself? Weak minded selfish egomaniacs are a danger to themselves and others, so they insist there’s a thousand rules and restrictions set in place to keep things “safe.” Guess who’s left to “enforce such things? People who are no different than them, ready to bend the rules whenever they see fit.
Adults get exactly what they ask for. It’s unfortunate that children must also suffer consequences, but that’s the fault of their parents. Endorsing humanity’s abusive system is a sign of support. You co-sign with your words and actions every single day. Very few people have real reason to be upset about the state of the world, those individuals being TRULY horrified at what this place represents.
Indulging sometimes and then repenting is still acceptance. Criticizing others while condoning your own behavior is a vote to keep the status quo. Participating in the game but becoming upset when you lose is nobody else’s fault. Protecting predators is partaking in abuse. Believing otherwise creates cognitive dissonance, which adds to the collective destruction around us.
Be who you say you are.
Isnt it retarded how most of society is sex obsessed? It's like they never got out of their teenage phase and act like the horny bastards they are.
Especially women. They talk about giving blowjobs and acting in degrading acts. Even the most oppressed people/country in the world would revolt at the 1/10th humiliation subjected by oppressors.
Do you actually think only a few women are spared of ending up like most hetties?
Most people are juvenile because they haven't placed any effort into developing their minds. I used to be upset about how sex obsessed people are but I read books about how these people are NPCs and their only purpose is to procreate and put the pieces of the puzzle in place for me.
It's a choice to get out of having a sexual mindset, so yea only a few women are spared of this.
why do you think women get so angry when they see women posting themselves not wearing makeup to special occasions like this? I’m sure envy/ jealousy is a part of it but I don’t think it’s just that
https://www.tumblr.com/comradical/779514171640397824/the-misogyny-is-coming-from-inside-the-house?source=share
They hate to be reminded that there's a life outside the cage. Just like they hate to confront the fact that they're willfully participating in their own oppression. These women just want all women to maintain the status quo because it's easier for them to live life.
If you're a feminist who actually wants change, I imagine you ought to be less worried about alienating the average women in heterosexual relationships who are very likely to prioritise their relationships with a man (close, personal, comfortable) over any cause (faraway, oppositional, risky, unknown), and more worried about alienating heterosexual women who are on the fence or already celibate and separatist.
But no, feminists are entertaining inter-feminist discussions about ridiculous notions such as "heterophobia," about how unfair it is that lesbians are supposedly having marathon sex on the daily who stop heterosexual women from having sex with statistically-proven-to-be-dangerous men, and being accommodating of downright embarrassing behaviour from women who are wailing about how badly they want to suck cock.
I'd be less depressed and blackpilled if people were more honest about moid evil. We're all living in it, we all see it yet it's denied. Not only is it denied but moids are loved and defended despite all their cruelty. Excuses are made for them. Despite all the hatred moids show they're treated like injured animals rather than the terrorists they are. It's maddening. Women have been conditioned to hate other women & girls and love moids despite everything. Many women are ready to throw another woman under the bus to save their own skin. So in the end it's so isolating.
The thing that makes gaslighting torture isn't the primary abuse but the constant denial of the abuse as it's right in front of you. That's what drives you to insanity as you're being told what you perceive isn't so while you can see it there. It's one thing to recognise abuse and move accordingly but when it's denied outright it's another thing. Instead of primarily dealing with the abuse at hand you're dealing with proving the abuse is there in the first place. Protip: dont do this, just walk away from people who deny - it's not worth arguing the obvious; most people are more aware than they let on.
I've noticed my life improved significantly when I started keeping male-centered womens at arms length. For one, I don't want to be around men and they ALWAYS bring their man into everything. I had to cut a women off after she did the whole, 'I hate when someone brings their stupid boyfriend along to girls nights🙄' then brought her stupid boyfriend along because obviously she didn't mean HER man. Not to mention a lot of male-centered women are downright dangerous to be around. They will put you in the vicinity of predators and abusers, they will always side with a man, and they will direct their own hatred towards any women around them. They are the type of women that want feminists to exist so they can benefit from the work of other women, and always rely on a women when something goes wrong, but still laugh with their man about how the hairy, man-hating feminists are just mad because they can't get a man. I support organisations that help women, but I do not help individual women that are male-centered. They want endless support and sympathy from the same women they mock and help put in harms way. Not for me thanks.
That's the way to go girl. We need to protect ourselves from men but also dangerous women.
"men can be misogynists while having gfs so why can't women do the same" and "sexualizing men is getting back at them" are such insidious false equivalents lol misogyny is a default for any male and they use sexualization as a tool of oppression because the system is built to oppress women. it's in their interests to keep women under the boot and their hatred for women isn't a source of cognitive dissonance in their relationships with women because they have the power in this dynamic. you claiming to be a misandrist while having a bf just proves you're a willing participant in your own subjugation and that you're all bark and no bite though
I think about your post about women’s feminist views coming from a place of genuinely loving men a lot.
radfeminism in general comes from a place of wanting to reform men and convince them to be niceys because women cannot let go of their love for them and honestly genuinely truly want to be loved back. and the tryhard misandry comes from a place of hurt, the realization that men view them as subhuman even though they crave their affection, respect and attention like nothing else - while desperately wanting to be treated as an equal. this is why they willingly and readily abandon both when the right nigel comes along lol they think that their nigel is different and that they themselves are different because they're experiencing it firsthand and their experiences are real, unlike everyone else's. but that's to be expected in a hetero society, no amount of politics will ever keep women and men from each other