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Padishah Emperor.

To this day he still thrills to hear this title, murmured and whispered around him, sacred through the vastness of his Kingdom. Myths and stories surround himself and his Sovereignty. None except his sweet princess-daughter knew the truth of his story. It would die with her, as it died with the last heir he had entrusted and the ones that came before. Each lifetime he picks a child from his loins to carry the story so that if the day ever comes he can no longer remain here in the golden chains he created for himself.. Mehmed would not die with him but live on through the world he had crafted so splendidly. The recollection of that world living countless myrieteris of years in the past was not a known thing, pages in books lost to history, sands in time that had turned to dust and blown away in the winds of change.

But the memory of his lifetimes clung to him like silken threads, pull one and another came loose with it, such was the life of a man immortal. He had watched all empires fall. From his first home, the Dorian Isles where he was simply a prince. A boy-man named Dorian Gray for ease of passage as he was whore or soldier, slight and beautiful, to the Jewel of Constantinople and a million lifetimes before, between and after. All empires fell, all empires were victims to time and the harshness of age meeting youth. Now the ruling fatherhead of an Empire slowly attempting to throw itself into chaos, he has grown tired.

The prison of his own making was closing in around him and though he fights to remain steadfast.. He is wary. He aches. He misses his Sultan with every beat of his heart.

But who else is there to take up arms? To keep this kingdom he's fought for over a decamillennium and yet now he's unsure why he has went to all this trouble. With each turn of his head he finds another foe, another fight, another idiot who thinks they know best. Seventy-two years long was this lifetime and still he looked like the young man he would forever be.. but even he could see the exhaustion in his features. Perhaps he's finally reached his end.. Perhaps it was finally time to rip the crown from his head and toss it into the flames of chaos. This business on Arrakis, Duke Leto and his young son, Paul, it left a terrible taste in his mouth and for once since this entire business had started.. He couldn't see an end that fit his deepest secret wishes.

And yet like he's always known.. Humans as w whole were just monsters. Cruel, evil, so easy to turn and twist. Heaven help him he had once thought, bright eyed and full of hope, that in the damnable downfall where computers and robots sought their downfall they would have learned. How wrong he had been. How wrong he still was. Mehmed forgive me he thinks as he stands overlooking his Palace, that balcony a temptation the likes he's never felt. The fall wouldn't kill him, what could?, but he could escape in the aftermath and start life anew else where. Free. Without being held down by this impossible world he had helped create.

DORIAN GRAY 2009 | dir. Oliver Parker

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Ya’ll have got to stop. 

For every one of you jerks running around tumblr screaming about how terrible anyone who writes rape/incest/underage/dark/gore/abuse/whatever you’re complaining about today, did you ever stop to think that you’re doing more harm than good? Or that what’s being written isn’t magically responsible for rapist and child molesters? Or that not all victims are the same? Did you ever think about the victims you’re making feel like shit? That you’re making people Out themselves? Tell the world things the world doesn’t need to know?

You’re not bringing awareness to anything. You’re not helping anything or anyone. You are not being the selfless heroes you think you’re being. 

You’re being hateful, spiteful pieces of trash. And in some cases? 

YOU ARE VICTIMIZING THE VERY PEOPLE WHO CLAIM THIS IS ALL FOR.

Yeah, I said it. You lot of people running around thinking you know everything, thinking you know best, thinking you’re somehow right and the rest of us are wrong? Yeah, you.

You just laid in bed with the same people who raped, abused, kidnapped or harmed us. You don’t think before you attack and you know what. I know I’m not the only person on this site who feels this way. You thinks this way. I’m really tired of living in fear of one of you coming to me and bullying me. Coming to my friends on this site and bullying them. I hate seeing the bullying. 

I hate seeing the hate. 

I hate feeling like victims like myself have to scream our tragic ass lives from the rooftops to get a free pass. 

Fuck you. 

Fuck. All. Of. You.

Also. If you’re of the above mentioned Jerks? Unfollow me. Because I’m tired of not having My Safe Space. I’m tired of not writing or being able to share something I loved with my husband.

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