#captivus

[kriteq]

Happy Christmas!

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[mogai-monsters-and-more]

NAME: Euterpe

PALETTE: Captivus

MONSTER: This monster's hair grows in separate, brightly colored tufts on both her head and her prehensile tail. Euterpe is incredibly tall, towering at about 8 feet (app. 2.5 meters), so she tends to stand out in a crowd. Despite her out of place appearance, she loves to frequent the nearby towns and wander around. Her favorite activities include throwing coins into fountains and window shopping!

Requested by @perpetual-state-of-exhaustion

[mogai-haven-blog]

do you know of any queer flags that are't the chevron flag? I just don't like that style is all

i haven’t seen/found any alternate queer flags but there are two alternate terms for queer that have their own flags, so i’ll post those!

“Captivus: an alternative to the term “queer” since not everyone is comfortable with said term, especially given the grim history associated with said term (like the AIDS pandemic).

Flag made by inverting the colors of one of the popular queer flag. The top and bottom stripe are white.

“captivus” comes from old Latin for the term “captivate””

“Pecu: an alternative term to the word “queer” since some don’t feel comfortable reclaiming the word. Pronounced “peck-ku”, taken from the old Latin origins for the word “peculiar”Flag colors (red, yellow, blue) inspired by the idea that you can combine these 3 colors in any shape/form to create just about any color and the grey is the combination of all colors“

-mod feather

[neopacata]

2/4 “Ti amo”…che valore hanno le parole?

Sito web dell’Associazione Aleph Umanistica Biodinamica di Mauro Scardovelli https://www.alephumanistica.it/ Sito web di Mauro Scardovelli http://www.maurosc...

Ancora una volta e del tutto per caso, Scardovelli mi aiuta a capire e ad oggettivare... Il prigioniero (sottoposto al giudizio degli altri perchè alienato da se stesso) trae la sua personalità dalla sua condizione (mentale) e dall'etimologia "captivus" (prigioniero - cattivo)... L'etica degli "Stronzi", quindi, deriva dalla loro prigionia mentale e se sono cattivi è solo perchè sono intrappolati, chiusi nella prigione della loro anima e della loro esistenza. Quanto costoro vi colpevolizzeranno di decadenza e di tutto ciò che non siete, guardateli come fossero dei piccoli uomini/donne che urlano da dietro alle sbarre e forse, ma dico forse, se sarete abbastanza intelligenti, vi faranno solo tanta pena e non scalfiranno ciò che siete, la vostra libertà e la vostra pulizia interiore...e spero che almeno qualcuno di voi ce l'abbia davvero...

[spiritflux]

Captivus // The Satellitum & Fenris

innomineimperium:

spiritflux:

innomineimperium:

"Don’t lie to me."

There is blood on his face and on his teeth and under his nails, but he curls back his lips in a vicious snarl, and hisses at his captor. “I will not tell you what you seek, spurius.”

After all the blood spilt in the chaos, Ravyth now had what he wanted. The creature bound, helpless; far away from safety. He felt secure, victorious even; although he was mostly alone in his feelings. Vasily stood at the opposite end of the room, his gaze unflinching as the captive sat in the iron-clad chair, laced with potent amounts of magebane. It was a dangerous set-up; even as he stood there, he could feel his heart-race as his mana weakened, however slight it was. Charged with ensuring the prisoner was immediately apprehended, he had barely enough time to heal his wounds, and now he stood in a cold and long-since abandoned cell, dilapidated beyond belief, as the remaining skeletons of ancient slaves and prisoners, still hung against the wall. With each sharp crack of Ravyth’s armoured hand against the captive’s face, Vasily found the noise slowly become unbearable; not out of sympathy, but rather the bruising beneath his skin and the unceasing thumping from within, pounding his temples.

Leaning in closer, Ravyth’s face was barely an inch between the lyrium-addled elf’s nose, “You have a big mouth for someone in your situation, crux." Although laughter escaped his lips, it was humourless; designed to intimidate, not express joy - but there was no doubt that he was. With a drawn-out sigh, he balled his fists, set to clash against the side of the elf’s face, he chuckled once more, as if his baritone could deepen any further, "how, exactly, did find yourself in Danarius’ services, before your precious markings were embroiled into your flesh?”

The blows snapped his head to one side, first one way and then the next, and Fenris would have been unconscious by now had the stubborn determination not to give them what they wanted not kept him alert. Still, the magebane weighed all of his limbs down, and slowed his mind; he had never felt so vulnerable as he did without his brands to help him from this spot, and he bristled furiously as he ran a tongue about his mouth. He took a moment to gather the blood on his tongue, then jerked his head forward, spitting it defiantly at the man's face.

"You forgot to ask nicely," he gritted, as he winced and prepared himself for another blow in response. His voice was hoarse with exhaustion - he had forgotten how many hours they had been at this for. "Why do you not simply ask him yourself?"