#human sacrifice

[ourslutfactory]

Me when I’m feeling like my hottest self

[konigs-lover]

König’s Fate

inspired by that first pic, i wrote this cause @konigswaifu said it was a good idea and i hope it’s good enough <3

cw: kidnapping, sacrificing (no gore), human x deity

It’s not fair. He shouldn’t be here. He didn’t do anything to be here, so why is he tied up to a post in the middle of this camp? Why has he been left here as a tribute?

The villagers came into his house at night, just a few hours after he had fallen asleep, held him down and quickly tied his hands behind his back with rough strands of rope wrapped around his wrists.

They woke him up, pulled him to his feet and forced him out in the dimly lit streets by poking his body with the sharpened tips of long wooden poles.

He tried talking with them, asking confused questions, uncertainty coating his voice and fear coursing through his veins.

When they had him close enough to the structure in the middle of the camp he started begging, pleading with them to reconsider, to “please let me go, I didn’t do anything!”, he rushed his words, voice hitting a higher pitch as he tried.

He tried pushing back, tried to escape, but everywhere he turned were sharp objects pointed at him, matching the sharp glares and disgusted faces all the people had.

They never really accepted him, no matter how hard he worked day and night, how many animals he hunted to bring food to the village, how many buildings he built, how much he did to be at least tolerated.

The people pushed him up until he was standing in front of the wooden planks standing in front of him. Rough wood cut in long thick plates forming a cross, strong enough to hold him up once they tied his arms to the horizontal piece.

He tried begging them again to let him go, his voice cracked under the desperation, shallow breaths making his chest rise and fall quickly.

A sharp lightning illuminated the sky before a booming thunder came through, so loud and violent the ground shook. All the villagers scrambled, dropping their weapons and running away in fear, abandoning König to his own fate.

König tries pulling at the restraints, anxiety coursing through his body, mind drowning as his brain offers up image after image of gruesome deaths he could be facing.

The hair at the back of his neck and on his arm stand as the air changes, there’s.. something coming for him and he feels it, the cord chafes and scratches at his skin in his desperate attempts.

He’s shaking, head turning side to side, trying uselessly to free his arms from the rope until another lightning strikes, blinding light forcing his eyes closed before another booming thunder spooks him, a yelp dropping from his mouth at the sharp noise.

He waits a beat, the noise of steps in the grass in front of him pulls at his curiosity until he peeks one eye, looking down to see two naked feet, smaller than his. His other eye opens when nothing sharp hits him and his gaze runs slowly upwards, taking in the soft, almost see-through loose fitting cloth that goes down to the middle of your shins.

His eyes travel up more and he’s met with you, stunning, breathtaking, almost ethereal looking and somehow… somehow your skin glows? It’s like, sort of emitting light?

König is so taken aback he doesn’t notice the soft look in your eyes, the hint of pity in your gaze as you take him in, besides the obvious appreciation of his figure. Stops thinking about the ways he could die. No, he’s just focused on how beautiful you look.

You take a step closer, a hand lifting up to touch the skin of his jaw, trailing down over the side of his neck, down to his collarbones. Your fingers draw soft lines as you move behind him to circle his figure, touch lingering over a scar on his back and next to the few scratches made from the villagers.

You move quietly, lips sealed as you step back in front of him, humming quietly before both hands cup his cheeks and pull his head downwards to look into his eyes, your own seemingly sparkle, like something is lighting them up from the inside.

König looks at you with an open mouth, dumbfounded at whatever is happening, and the sides of your lips pull up in a soft smile, soothing.

“You’re an exceptional specimen.” your voice sounds.. weird. Astonishing, definitely, but it’s so new it’s hard for him to process it. The way it sounds airy, the breathy and honeyed tone, the disembodied echo he could hear around him.

Everything about you had his head spinning, your voice, your looks, your touch.

He tries speaking, mouth opening and closing a few times until you cover his lips with a thumb, your head tilting slightly to the side in amusement.

“You’ll be a good man for me, yeah?” Your hands move his head up and down in a nod until he can do it on his own, still so out of it he doesn’t have much control over his body.

“Perfect. So perfect. Strong and kind, your heart is full of warmth and desperate for love.” you pull down his face, the rope around his arms gone and he falls to his knees. You aid his descent, holding him until his knees touch the ground and he’s looking up at you with wide pitiful eyes.

“There you go, my perfect boy.” you lean down, bending at the waist to watch him closely, hands soothing and gently rubbing his cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that escaped his eyes.

“I’ll take care of you, and you’ll take care of me.” He doesn’t even need your help this time, needy in the way he wraps his arms around the back of your legs and nuzzles into your hands, nodding quickly in agreement and reveling your warmth.

Your lips leave a soft kiss over his forehead, the touch leaving behind a burning sensation, and that, that seals the start of König’s new life.

[cuppochino]

I put the two time “can you lock the fuck in” and told myself if I get good grades I can kill him! :D

hoping you managed to lock tf in and get good grades !! here’s two time tied to a chair to make your job easier

[mindblowingscience]

Human sacrifice in Inca Empire may have been driven by political motives, not religion

Three decades ago, researchers working atop the Llullaillaco volcano, located on the border between Argentina and Chile, discovered exceptio

Three decades ago, researchers working atop the Llullaillaco volcano, located on the border between Argentina and Chile, discovered exceptionally well-preserved remains. The find included the mummified bodies of three children along with associated artifacts. The site became known as the Capacocha burial, which was linked to the Inca ritual by the same name, which involved sacrificing children and young women. In a recent study published in Archaeometry, researchers turned to the coca leaves, manioc seeds and maize grains found among the offerings surrounding a buried maiden. By combining radiocarbon dating and stable isotope analysis of these short-lived plant remains, researchers were able to pinpoint a more precise timeframe for the burial.

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[fanficprophet]

Au where instead of getting caught by his dad in season 1 stiles runs off as well but instead of getting bit he runs into the nemeton which starts speaking to him like a personal narrator.

Stiles learns to read the past through trees and use magic subtly and read the area using the earth. His magic gets stronger the stronger the nemeton gets and the nemeton gets stronger with sacrifices. Scott doesn't ask what happens after fights just that Stiles deals with it and everything is fine.

It's not until someone else, idk, Peter? Deucalion? Derek? Theo? (Your pick of confused man) Asks how Stiles learned magic with no guide and why he took the bodies they left behind do they realise the eldritch horror he's become.

[okami-love]

Day nineteen of DannyMay! Prompt was sacrifice. Specifically, a baby was sacrificed to the Ghost King! Guess Danny has a daughter now!

[fluffy-and-feral]

okay so. i need beta readers. preferably people who will lovingly bully me into fixing my writing but also tell me i’m a genius occasionally. You will also get first hand experience of reading tim x danny fanfic. it’s a fair trade. volunteers? Please?

[totalkrieg]

Erotism by Georges Bataille