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berrryparfait · 1 month ago

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take my cock, milady ! ˖𓂃 .⚜ ݁˖

♥︎ ︎ featuring: servant! caleb, sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier x countess! fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: you are the beloved countess of a prosperous noble family, cherished for your innocence and grace. but no one is perfect, for in a secluded room at tonight’s social ball, something rather ungraceful is unfolding…

❝ but—we're not allowed! it's improper—! ❞

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, regency au, piv, creampie, indecent / semi-public exposure, dubcon, classist / sexist sentiments, forbidden attraction

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: wildest dreams (from bridgerton s1)

✧ a/n: inspired by the lewd royal manhwas they don't allow on the naver webtoon app (and bridgerton, ofc) <3

It’s social season again.

You…dislike it. The wide, blinding smiles with little behind them, the stuffy ball gowns with far too many frills, the uncanny conversations about the weather you’re forced to endure… It’s all so tiring.

Here you are, in your poufy designer skirts, growing more anxious by the second. Your pink lace corset is squeezing the life out of your lungs. It wouldn’t be the most admirable display of manners, but you could really use some time alone right now.

You enter one of the empty study rooms down the busy hallway, suffocated and overwhelmed all at once. But what you don’t expect is your freshly-hired servant to follow you in…

“Are you quite alright, Milady?” You startle, surprised to hear another voice in the room with you. Male. Oh no. “Yes, yes, I’m just fine. Thank you, Caleb.” You politely request some peace and quiet, waving him away with delicate, gloved fingers. Let’s just say, it would be less than ideal if someone were to catch you alone in here with a man. A playful grin plays at his lips, and you freeze. How have you not noticed his ravishing good looks all this time? “It seems to me that you’re in need of a little release. A beautiful maiden like you must be…frustrated.” You pretend to misunderstand him, though you know perfectly well what he means. He’s right—being cooped up in the manor all day has left you dry, in every sense of the word. Heat pools in your core, though you try your best to ignore it. After all, it isn’t proper for a noblewoman to be consulting her servant on intimate matters like these.

His breath warms your cheek as he steps infinitely closer, and the throbbing between your legs intensifies. “Let me handle you, Milady…” he whispers, soft and alluring. Your body leans into his, even as your mind screams at you to shove him straight to the heavens.. His hands are on your hips, bunching up the fabric of your skirt— “This is improper— We can’t—” But instead of pulling away, you let yourself succumb to his ministrations, lost in the wonderful feeling of his searing touch on your skin. He’s planting wet kisses on your neck now, gently pushing you up against the wall as you sigh and wonder if anyone outside can hear you. “You’re wet for me, Princess,” he muses as he reaches a skilled hand between your legs, his thumb brushing against your nub of nerves. A small squeal leaves your lips. “Shh shh shh, they’ll hear us…” He pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist before freeing his large, erect cock, angling it so that the tip rests just between your folds. Your mouth hangs open as he pushes his length all the way into your sex—the first long, delicious glide of his dick along your walls like releasing a breath of relief. You fail to suppress a tortured moan, and he chuckles against the curve of your neck.

His thrusts are slow at first, unhurried. But then his grip on your waist tightens and your pussy clenches in response, the blinding pleasure overwhelming you. Distantly, you remember this man is your servant—a man without status or recognition—yet here he is, fucking you into oblivion at a ball with your back against a priceless, likely stained painting. He groans into your ear and your whimpers come out louder, prompting him to press a hand to your mouth and muffle your cries. “You’re going to go back out there…and act like nothing happened… You hear me?” he grits out between pants, holding your thigh up to pound into your cunt with unforgiving force. You come undone. Hot, sticky cum fills you to the brim while you shake and spasm like a hummingbird, the most euphoric sensation washing over you.

By the time he’s pulled out and gathered his composure, you’ve only just smoothed down your unruly mess of hair, your legs still trembling as you attempt to straighten your skirt. “Alert me whenever you’re in need of a little fun, Milady. I’ll make sure you never forget how it feels to be wanted again.” He winks at you, and your heart stills. His cum is still dripping down your legs when you return to the ballroom.

“Well, you look awfully pale, Milady.” You bristle at the deep, husky voice, unaware someone had followed you in. “Relax. It’s only me. I came in to check on you,” he pauses, examining the sleeves of his uniform. “Am I right to say that you’re a little…wound up right now?” He says it with concern, though a teasing lilt punctuates his words. “Sylus, we can’t be seen here together.” You say, panic rising in your throat. What will people think? What will your family say? Rumors spread like wildfire in high society—it won’t be long before your reputation is irreversibly tarnished. He merely snickers at your urgency, low and ominous. The smirk on his face is telling, though you don’t want to know what it is he’s trying to tell you. He steps closer to you, towering over your ribboned head with an un-servant-like ease.

Sparks ignite in your belly, a strange, filthy feeling that leaves you wanting more. His gloved hand brushes the side of your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I happen to know all the ways to satisfy a lady…” Your eyes flutter as he loosens your corset, every inch of your body responding to his touch. “The pleasure I’m capable of providing… Aren’t you tempted, Kitten?” And even though you know it's wrong, and you know it’s unbecoming, and that you’ll probably regret this the second it’s over, you breathe, “Yes…” He hums in response, trailing soft licks and kisses down the side of your neck as he wrenches your corset apart. Your plump breasts spill out, and his pupils dilate, his gaze fixated on your bare chest like an animal watching its prey. Hickeys bloom across your shoulder as his fingers twist your nipples, eliciting squeaks of surprise from you that only fuel his desire. “I’m going to bend you over, and you’re going to stay quiet. You hear me?” he orders, and you nod pathetically. As much as you hate the thought of submitting to your servant right now, the growing arousal between your legs is too much to bear.

You get on all fours on the carpeted ground, hoping to god no one walks in. The door doesn’t have a lock—it’s entirely possible for someone to stumble upon you like this. Impatient, he rolls your skirt up to expose your rear, and you shudder as he pulls your knickers down to your knees. “Wait— What if someone walks in—” But your protests are silenced by his rock-hard cock sliding into your pussy, the feeling of his girth stretching you from the inside sending waves of suffocating pleasure to your head. It’s obscene, the squelching noises echoing through the room as he plunges into you so fast and hard you see stars on the ceiling. With every thrust, his balls slap against your clit, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. “Sylus— Slow down— I’m going to—” You moan into your elbow as he slams into you from behind, grunting and swearing under his breath as his cock swells.

Warm cum bursts from his engorged tip, the thick, viscous fluid leaking out of your pussy like syrup funneled from a tree. You collapse onto the floor, utterly spent. You were wrong—you don’t regret this one bit. “You’re free to take my cock whenever you’d like, Milady. After all, I do live to serve you.” The sardonic grin on his face nearly has you coming apart all over again.

“Is something the matter, Milady?” You recognize that voice. It’s your new servant, Zayne—the younger one. He isn’t supposed to be in here. “You looked a little pale earlier, so I took it upon myself to accompany you.” Your heart warms at his display of concern, though it does little to ease your distress over the situation. A woman must not be in the company of a man unchaperoned. “Can we speak outside?” The worry in your voice is clear. He walks up to you in an attempt to console you, his stride cautious. Right off the bat, you’d identified Zayne as “bright”. He’s hardworking, earnest, and never meddles in other people’s business. Today must be an exception. “Allow me to offer my help, Milady. I believe I know just the way to soothe a lady’s nerves. It’s…textbook.” Your stomach drops. He’s going to defile me—right here in this room! The indecency of it repulses you, yet you don’t head for the door. Your feet are rooted to the ground, completely helpless as his icy gaze travels the length of your body.

Gently, he guides you down onto the wide couch, settling you on his lap with a care that makes your breath hitch. “You’re my servant, Zayne—” But your efforts are futile. He’s dragging his hand along your thigh, his touch scorching hot as your skirt hikes up with it. You’ve never felt such powerful sensations before. It’s intoxicating. He reaches under your knickers and, with his thumb, begins to draw small circles on your most sensitive spot. You whimper in response, slickening almost instantaneously. How embarrassing..! “Does this feel good, Your Grace?” Your eyes respond for you, half-lidded and needy. It isn’t long before you’re grinding on his leg, chasing that sweet friction you now desperately need. Is he doing this on purpose? Drawing it out for your benefit?

He doesn’t torment you for long. Withdrawing his hand from between your legs, he pulls his pants down to his ankles and his twitching, hard cock springs free. You gape at the size of it, wondering if it’ll even fit. But that wicked, aching need in your core only grows stronger with every second that passes; the idea of him barely fitting sounds… To put it plainly, you're willing to do many unladylike things in this room right now. And though every last brain cell is telling you to get up and leave while you still can, you slide onto his cock anyway. It tingles so wonderfully where you’re connected in his lap—you give in to your body’s desires and bounce on it. “Faster, please—” he groans as you fuck yourselves silly on the couch, keeping your pace as best as you can and crying out each time his tip hits your sweet spot. People might hear us… you think anxiously, yet somehow your pleasure only heightens, the mental image if you and your servant fucking like rabbits in a room that doesn’t belong to you so thoroughly demented.

His dick throbs inside you, and your walls flutter. You both struggle to muffle your cries as he pumps his thick seed into your cunt, every part of your shaking so violently you nearly fall off his lap. “I sincerely hope that was…effective, Milady. Judging by your body’s response, I’d say you’ll be satisfied for a while. But when that satisfaction eventually fades…” His dick is still snug in your pussy, and you feel your walls tightening again. “Eventually” may come sooner than he thinks.

“Tough crowd, Milady?” You gasp and spin around. What? “You look like you’re about to faint.” Your new servant, Rafayel, stands by the closed door, a curious expression on his face. “I-I’m fine. Could I have some privacy, please?” you stammer, flustered. It isn’t acceptable for a lady to be hiding away at a social event like this, let alone with a male servant. So many things could go wrong. “Why? Don’t you think it’d be in your best interest to let off some steam?” He smirks at you, coy and sensual. There’s a hidden edge to him you’ve never noticed before—it’s making your knees weak. He tosses his gloves onto the floor and approaches you, slowly. Darkly. He looks like he’s about to give you orders.

“Face the wall. You’ll do as I say, won’t you?” He’s lust-drunk, hazy and hungry at the mere sight of you. The command—along with the aching throb between your legs— offends you, and you spit, “I am a noblewoman, excuse you—” “You’re a woman. And we both know you’re wet for me…” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. Your body involuntarily arches against his, and he chuckles sadistically. Silently, you start to pray. You don’t know exactly what it is you’re praying for, but it involves his hands all over you and your mouth on his— Your sinful thoughts shock you, yet you’ve never longed for anything as miserably as you do this. Fresh arousal dribbles down your inner thigh as he corners you against the wall. At a loss, you glare at him defiantly. “You’re a nobody—”

You’re spun around and pressed up against the wall in an instant, the outline of his cock pressing against your ass. A started whimper leaves your lips as he nips at your earlobe, sharp and angry. “You’re gonna regret all that mouthing off, Princess,” he snarls, and your toes curl in anticipation. In one sudden movement, his pants are on the ground, and your skirt is pushed up to expose your ass. He shoves your undergarments to the side and thrusts his length into your sopping cunt, a firm hand restraining yours to the wall. The pleasure is euphoric, foreign—each jerk of his hips sending you into a mindless daze. His breath warms your cheek as he groans, and in the heat of the moment, he seizes your mouth, hot and hurried. “I think I’m going to—” But you choke on your words as a strained moan erupts from your throat, his dick hitting the ceiling of the sticky space inside you. What would the other nobles think if they saw you like this; all whiny and pathetic while taking your servant’s cock?

With one final thrust, ropes of cum drench the walls of your pussy, and the feeling of coming undone around his cock is indescribable. He grunts as he pushes his seed deep into your heat, his grip on your waist never loosening. Though you loathe to admit it, you needed that. You cling to his strong arms as you descend from your high. His voice is possessive, sinister when he says, “You’re mine. I don’t care who stands in my way. You’ll always be mine.”

“I couldn’t help but follow you in, Milady.” Xavier? What on earth is he doing in here? “It’s come to my attention that you haven’t been feeling your best tonight.” He’s naturally reserved and a bit on the no-nonsense side—you know that much. Surely he’s only here with good intentions. “No worries, Xavier. Just needed a little breather, that’s all.” His icy blue eyes lock on yours, and your breath catches in your throat. He looks…unconvinced. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, averting his gaze. Like what? There’s no one else in this room. Could he be…in heat right now? You frown at him, wary, and make your way to the door.

A hand reaches out to grab you by the elbow, effectively stopping you in your tracks. “What—” He pulls you into his embrace, his breaths short and labored. “You’re not leaving this room, Milady. I need to have you here.” He unties the ribbons holding your corset together, his fingers fumbling with urgency. You’re too stunned to move, yet you don’t yell at him or push him away. Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, an ache begging to be soothed. Your perky breasts are freed in an instant, swaying in his face before he latches onto your nipple and begins to suck at it like a man starved. The wet, sloppy licks of his tongue cloud your brain, and your pussy clenches. “Xavier, wait—” you protest, but he’s sucking on your other nipple right now, and your words die in your mouth. He’s clearly skilled, but you still can’t wrap your head around it. This servant of yours—a quiet, modest boy—is driving you to tears by suckling on your tits.

“Do you want my cock?” he asks, suddenly arrogant and crude. You nod obediently and let him pull you down onto the floor, shivering as he frees his hardened length and pushes your legs apart. You’re so wet it’s embarrassing, but it only seems to encourage him. He removes your knickers and presses his tip to your folds, the friction making your hips roll upwards. “Be patient,” he orders, and you nod once more. Slowly—torturously so—he inserts himself into your tight heat, making sure you feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls. You moan his name and flush hot, unused to the feeling of being this naked, this vulnerable in front of a man. He’s pounding into you seconds later, unable to hold back himself. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His control is slipping, and you’re paying the price for it. You feel so full, so dirty with his cock between your legs, like you’re committing an unforgivable sin that will bar you from heaven forever. But you don’t care—this is heaven to you. This is pure, inexorable bliss.

His movements stutter, and he blows his load deep into your cunt as you fail to muffle your screams. Your pussy spasms hard, your juices leaking onto the carpet in an obscene puddle. Can’t—stop—shaking— He helps you up, his hold around your waist steady. “I apologize, Milady. I-I couldn’t resist.” You stare at the cum gliding down your calf and consider making him your personal servant.

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shegatsby · 5 months ago

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Hello

Could I request this idea where Hannibal goes to see the “Swan Lake” ballet and becomes obsessed with the reader who plays the swan queen

Let me know what you think of the idea

A/N: Hi!!! Thank you for this request. Thanks to you I've watched the Black Swan on youtube here is the link;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rJoB7y6Ncs&t=1561s

this is the old version ofc. Love you all xxx

Doctor Hannibal Lecter climbed out of his car and headed towards to the building. Tonight was a special night because he was going to see The Swan Lake, it was a big production and last time he watched it was in Italy, this time he was in Baltimore, Maryland due to his work. He was excited for tonight, he liked being among high society, he was a classist who believed that people who belong to the upper class should have the higher power in politics and other aspects of life. He had grown up in this environment and to his bones he felt a sophisticated gentleman. He was well educated, he had a profound knowledge of art and literature, he respected all his life and he rewarded himself with treats such as opera nights or ballet such as tonight.

He was wearing his tuxedo, black and white with a dark red handkerchief on his jacket’s pocket. He slowly approached to the building, the entrance had red carpet, the doors with golden handles were opened for him, he smiled kindly to the workers. ‘’May I see your ticket?’’ the young lady at the front desk, ‘’Here you go.’’ He liked having tickets, or tangible things in his life. He liked living analog, of course he didn’t denied how technology made his life easier than before. ‘’You may proceed.’’ The lady smiled but didn’t reach her eyes, most workers had the same expression due to the fact that they worked minimum wage or even under. It was the way of the world, some were more fortunate than others.

The seats were dark red, he took his place. He looked around to see the dress code, everyone wore clothes accordingly which pleased him. He took a certain joy in order and people following it. The upper class he belonged to had always followed rules like these but for the other… they were the ones who would like to be ‘’different’’ and rebel against the system.

He crossed his legs as the lights dimmed and curtain opened, as soon as the music hit his ears he smiled to himself. The seat next to his was empty, for a split second he envisioned a woman next to him, wearing a dress he had chosen for her…. No. he stopped himself and focused on the stage.

Soon the Queen Swan entered the stage and Hannibal felt his breath hitching at his throat, she was wearing the same white dress as other women but she had a dark red feather sticking from her tied hair, she was the queen and they needed to show it to the audience. Her movements on stage were so elegant, without realizing Hannibal leaned forward on his seat, he couldn’t believe his dark eyes, she had total control of her delicate body which he admired and found it very powerful.

When the first act ended he immediately got his phone, ordered a bouquet of black and white tulips that had a red rose in the middle. He wanted the bouquet to represent the Black Swan and also the Queen Swan. He also wrote a note and asked the delivery guy to bring it to the Queen’s dressing room.

The ballet lasted for an hour and half, later he was approached by the director of the ballet, Lisa-Macuja Elizalde, he bowed in front of her. ‘’For an hour and 30 minutes I have experienced pure bliss. Thank you so much for your contribution Madame.’’ He kissed her hand, the woman smiled with pride. ‘’You’re welcome Sir. I’ve heard that you had sent flowers to our queen. Would you like to meet her?’’ with this question he couldn’t hide the grin he had. ‘’I would love to.’’

‘’Follow me please.’’

He followed her to the back stage, it was crowded, together they approached a door which didn’t have her name on it, on the door it said ‘’The Queen Swan’’ was she show off? Only one way to find out. Madame knocked on the door and they heard a soft voice say ‘’Come in.’’

She was sitting in front of the mirror, her make-up off, she had a long satin black nightgown, her hair was still tied with the dark red feather sticking out. She got up with a swift move, turned to them. ‘’Doctor Lecter?’’ she asked because the note she had on flowers had his name. ‘’Yes,’’ he extended his hand which she gladly took. ‘’I would love to learn the name of this enchanting Swan Queen, If you don’t mind of course.’’ He kissed her hand, ‘’Y/N, Y/L/N.’’

‘’Y/N… such a unique name.’’ he praised, ‘’Thank you.’’

Hannibal was an observant man and during this interaction he carefully watched her, Madame Lisa-Macuja Elizalde left them alone she excused herself because she had to attend to some of the dancers.

Hannibal and Y/N sat on the velvet couch and talked about ballet, classical music and fine arts. He never had such an elite and uplifting conversation with anyone and at the back of his dark mind he could hear his wicked thoughts such as;

Where does she live?

Is her home safe?

Most importantly… does she have a partner?

How long has she been performing?

Hannibal, deep down, knew that it was over for them both because she belonged to him now. He was going to make sure she had no one to go to but him at the end.

Thank you for reading. :)

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girl-of-stupidology · 4 months ago

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It’s my birthday! 🎉 Also happy 491 years since the legal declaration of death of Andreas Maler! Anno domini 1534!!! ALSO FINALLY made an official reference for my pathetic self insert OC that no one asked for!!!❤️ (but no srsly this is my first OC I actually took seriously to plan out so I’m happy that some yall like her💔) Here are some Diana funfacts on this special indulgent day! (cringe)

Diana is the second eldest child of many siblings in Florence! Her father is a physician? Merchant? and her mother is a noble woman? so they are somewhat well off financially (Still…a work in progress on that fact). Her favorite uncle is a sculptor and artist. Diana is kind of the odd one out of her family but she has a fond relationship with her younger brother, Jacobo.

Her father signed her off to marriage, one of the reasons is that she is considered “too old” to be living at home, while her younger sisters were able to find suitors much quicker than her. (“I hope she ends up with a cruel old man, that will discipline her for sure!” whispered one of her sisters, gleefully.)

Diana is prone to anger outbursts but these have somewhat subsided after being away from home. She can oddly throw a good punch, her brothers taught her to.

She is classist and finds it hard to empathize with others. This is much like Werner before Act 3.

Oh, Diana hated Tassing when she first arrived here. It took her a while to open up to most of the townsfolk. She’s good friends with Else? but still kept her distance. Distance especially from Lenhardt.

She can’t sew, she’s bad at baking, she tries to help Werner around the house and his job, but he’s fine handling it himself. She feels like she’s not as hardworking and resilient as the other townswomen (That's how she thinks though. Ofc it’s more complicated than that, it is their lifestyle after all. Diana does have the luxury of not working on a farm everyday).

No one in town knows why she avoids the St. John’s Eve bonfire every year. As the player, if you go to North town before joining everyone at the fire, you could see Diana sitting outside her house, drawing. If you strike a conversation with her, you get the choice to say hi to her and simply leave or allow her to continuously talk and reminisce about how her hometown would celebrate the same holiday. You get to even look on what she’s drawing, if you’re willing to. With that, she will open up to you more.

Andreas: Why are you not with Werner at the bonfire this evening? Diana: Oh. I have a terrible migraine today.

-If you failed the persuasion check for Werner at the inn in act 2, in act 3, Werner will be a drunkard and rude to Magdalene. Diana will be a shut-in and her depression is now her normal. They both don't fit in Tassing anymore.

#my art #artists on tumblr #pentiment #pentiment oc #oc #original character #style replication #fanart #andreas maler #werner stolz #funfact about ME is that I ship Diana/Brother Florian #but I really can't see them as “canon” so I'll leave their weird little story to myself for now #spoiler alert they don't end up together duh #diana you stupid brain this is what happens when you're new girling it in town and commit reckless shit #pentiment mod but werner and diana r the main characters and we see their situationships #oh god no that will be a nightmare

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lichtbrenger · 1 month ago

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3, 13, 16 🔥🔥🔥 kill em dead

I am so amused that you guys do apparently just want to see me hating i love cultivating a following that likes getting mean <3

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Okay I’ve kind of said this already but i think its ridiculous when people call either Charlie or Lucifer privileged or classist or w/e… like Charlie especially compared to sinners she was born in hell she never got to have a moment on earth or anywhere else when she’s literally an #innocentsoul. She’s in a different league from sinners for sure but so are other demons/ hellborn. She’s sheltered and (previously) out of touch sure but also she’s not really is she. She’s been in/ seen hell for centuries and is one of the only ones that hasn’t turned apathetic. Alastor literally owns souls (forced servitude) but I’ve seen no one mention overlords are privileged like I just think its silly and takes away from her character because i feel like its used to shut her up. Not on my watch.

i also think there’s not a lot in the series itself that seems like it aims to tackle anything abt class differences within hell 🤷‍♀️ but maybe that’ll come eventually. stop forgetting who the real enemies are -> heaven!!! While theyre fighting in the mud abt who’s more privileged in HELL Sera smiles -_-

13. worst blorboficiation

Alastor sorry. He’s the most populair character so ofc this is going to happen.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

this has to do with Alastor again (sorry) but people actually believing him when he sang about being like a father to Charlie… you’re not going to survive the winter. I think a (small, buried) part of him is starting to care about the people he’s working with, probably especially Charlie, but the song was just to piss Lucifer off and remind Charlie of why he’s still useful and needs to stay with her (even though Charlie wouldn’t get rid of him even if he wasn’t). I think any interpretation that goes further than that takes away from any eventual growth we might see in future seasons. And also his psychopathic slay.

#Hiiii anon hello 👋 <3 #Hazbin hotel #There’s more insane tumblr takes I’ve seen but i think I’ve blocked them from my minds memories.#But ive seen so many people analyse the Morningstars in bad faith (usually by Alastor stans… how are YOU going to point the finger) it-#lingers in my brain

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houliburns · 5 months ago

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read an interesting post by a mutual that got me thinking about mash’s tonal shift (+ frank's role in it). i dunno if i’ve talked about it much, but i’m not the biggest fan of the later seasons. some of that has to do with the cast changes, admittedly, but a lot of it has to do with the tone shift (which is also ofc reflected by the characters). namely, mash to me is quintessentially a satire. when it decided to be more serious, i think it lost its core value of ‘war is fucking awful and so is the army, so we’ll be damned if we don’t make a laughable joke out of it all’. there’s a powerful anger behind that that i think is invaluable, and i get the angle of ‘it’s hard to laugh once it goes on too long. it stops being funny’, i do, except the show never stops being a comedy, there’s still moments of levity, it just stops taking the piss out of war and the army. it almost becomes complacent. and a lot of that happened when the bumbling draftee CO who didn’t wanna be there got replaced with a loveable regular army one, and when the incompetent boot-licking conservative moron got replaced by a significantly lesser evil. early seasons mash has several antagonists; namely, frank, margaret, and all the military higher-ups sitting pretty while war wages below them. later seasons mash, on the other hand, has one clear antagonist; the war itself. and personal differences are set aside to defend against that common enemy. i know everyone has a personal opinion on which they prefer, but i prefer a villain you can make a joke out of than one that’s just plain devastating and nothing else. might be my jewish sensibilities. in the 40s and 50s, jewish comedians didn’t know how to cope with the shoah, so they made a mockery out of the nazis. and mash does the same thing, until it gives up on the mocking and starts to despair.

at the same time, i think it was ultimately necessary - albeit semi unfortunately, if you’re me. mostly because i think satire is something that works best in small doses. most of my favorite examples of satire are films, as well as shows that chose to have only three or four seasons. two long running examples of satirical shows, the simpsons and south park, manage because they take from current events. same with snl. neverending well to pull from; real life. on the other hand, mash is a lot more limited. so frank as a satirical tool works about as long as he’s able to. as much as i enjoy him, i’ve honestly never considered a hypothetical where he stays on the show, because i don’t think there really is a way for him to work. i think another satirical character with different mockable qualities taking his place would’ve been the ideal - but then again i do love charles. but i also can’t help but resent that he’s presented as a classist republican worth respecting and liking, because it contradicts the message of the show, to its detriment, imho. cheapens things.

so mash couldn’t stay a satire, which makes frank obsolete, but could he evolve? generally, i tend to think the answer is no. frank at his core IS satire, that’s his role and honestly there’s very little to him without it. and, imho, it’s what makes him likeable (to me and the five other frank fans, anyway); if he was any less ridiculous, he’d feel a lot more dangerous, and it’d be a lot harder to feel endeared by him. don’t get me wrong, he’s still dangerous, but he’s pathetic and whiny and stupid, for the sake of satirizing what he represents, and those traits also appeal to a small minority of tumblr girlies (gender neutral) lol. i don’t think an earnest frank burns could ever exist on television, and tbh i don’t even want to see him in fic i read. it’d detract. (and, again, be less appealing to me.) so my next thought would be, is there a happy medium? and i don’t really think there is. satire is based in exaggeration, obviously, so it’s hard to dial it back. especially with a character as heavyhanded as frank. subtle satire exists, sure, but i don’t know if you could try to make frank more subtle without rendering him ooc. also, mash satire is a specific breed that’s fairly, uh, unrestrained, and changing that particular tone would feel kind of blasphemous fhsdkf.

the writers ofc didn’t want to let frank evolve, as he’s trapped by his essential role in the narrative. but it makes sense for the character, too. frank gets extremely flanderized in s5 (and into s4), and in-universe, you can attribute it to him regressing under the stress of the war + losing margaret. which makes me wanna examine frank as a character for a moment. him and margaret in the early seasons are notable as being the absolute only ones who, on occasion, insist they like the war. this is partially because it’s what brought them together, sure - but it also allows both of them to serve an ideal. for two people their brand of insufferably patriotic, serving their country is the highlight of their lives. and their devotion to that concept is what keeps them in higher spirits than everyone else. it’s a form of faith, really. and it’s as duty-based as what hawkeye’s doing, it just stems from a different place; duty to country rather than duty to one's responsibilities as a doctor (although margaret manages both).

but the other thing about that blinding loyalty to their patriotic duty is it makes it easy to ignore the ugly realities, which is how they're able to romanticize the war; they’re both repressed and deluded. which is why i like them, lol, i love characters who are weird freaks like that. and frank of course does it most of all. see, frank’s trying his damnest to live out a boyhood fantasy. in his head it’s all toy soldiers, it’s all a radio program he grew up listening to, a comic book. and obviously his refusal to acknowledge how fucked up it is constantly seeing mangled bodies always comes across as a callous lack of empathy, but it’s possible it’s partially a coping mechanism because he doesn’t know what to do with it all. none of them do, but we know frank’s childish, he’s extremely emotionally immature. and there are scenes when you can tell he’s affected, there’s scenes where he’s flustered in the OR and he starts yelling at everyone and picking fights, but i think a lot of that’s some extremely deep-set and completely subconscious reaction formation. i don’t think canon frank is even capable of acknowledging that he’s honestly just a scared little boy.

like, imagine it. you’re frank (god forbid). your whole life you had conservative values and pro-american propaganda shoveled down your throat. you were never taught to think for yourself, you were never encouraged to be your own person. you’re deeply neurotic and insecure and as a result you rely on rules and institutions you can devote yourself to wholeheartedly without question because you find comfort in having guidelines. and mostly it’s gone well for you, it took some work but you got everything you were ‘supposed’ to get. and then one day you get sent over to the middle of a warzone, and you’ve been told that’s a high honor, except it’s not, it’s terrifying and it’s stressful and isolating and you wanna go home, just like everybody else. but admitting that would be cowardice and even treason, which you’ve been told is completely unacceptable, and you’re a deluded little freak, so your twisted little brain manages to warp the situation into something palatable for yourself. until one day the only thing, the only person, actually keeping you afloat abandons you, and the bubble pops. implodes, even.

i’ve often thought about what happens to frank after season 5. namely, does he learn a fucking thing? or does he go back to exactly how he was. the sad answer, and the realistic one, is the latter. but as someone who actually likes frank, of course that idea bums me out. i do want to naively believe that canonically having a mental breakdown and being institutionalized for it would be eye-opening for him. like, if nothing else, right? but is that me underestimating just how impressive his ability to delude himself is? i dunno. that’s something that can be explored in fanfic, where we can make that choice without consequence, since we’re not obligated to treat frank as a tool for social commentary. ideally, he would be forced to question everything, as much as he’s capable of, anyway. and then what? beats me. unfortunately frank needs guidance, he’s incapable of not looking to others for answers, which means sending him home, back to domineering cruel people, might just render him brainwashed again. but, honestly? the 4077th isn’t really any better for him. obviously it’s not remotely a healthy environment for anyone, but it’s especially bad for frank, because he’s so very alone there, and he’s constantly being told he’s worthless and incompetent. it’s essentially his childhood all over again, but with bombs and bodies. maybe if he came back different and ready to be better he’d get treated more gently, but tbh that might be overestimating everyone’s kindness and compassion. i don’t know if there’s a world where anybody in the main cast is able to set differences aside and get along with frank. let alone enough to sort of.. condition him into being a more decent human. i’m a hawnk fan, so i’d like to think hawkeye could, but i also know canon hawkeye has zero interest in bothering. it’d be nice to see hawk actually devote time to a ‘project’, but i don’t think his personality really allows for it.

so frank could undergo character development, ideally, but not at home and not at the camp, so where? i dunno. i’ve been trying to determine that myself so i can write a fic about him actually growing as a person. i want that challenge. but that’s the point; i think that’s the sort of thing that only works in fic form. i don’t think it could’ve worked on tv. but 🤷 i dunno. just some misc thoughts fhkdsjf

#the yapperrr strikes again #txt #mine #meta #frank

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as a taxpaying grown adult who is child-free by choice and can confidently say i will be for the rest of my life, it’s absolutely batshit insane to me when child-free people complain about paying taxes to fund education. like “why should i pay for YOUR child? having a child was YOUR choice 🙄”

of all the things tax dollars support, the hill you’ve chosen to die on is EDUCATION????? THAT’S what’s got you steamed???

guess that tracks since you’d have to be ignorant and uneducated to not see the value in providing a good education to children, regardless of whether or not you have any of your own lmao

#i can’t even list all the reasons bc this post would turn into a novel #but just saw a post abt this (on reddit ofc) and lost my mind #like i don’t know how to tell you that kids are just small people #and all people deserve a good education #and that it’s important for future generations to be educated #in order to handle the complete clusterfuck that we’re leaving them with in regards to the state of the world #but on an even more basic level #did y’all just never have a good teacher who made an impact on your life???#who deserved to be compensated better or at least FAIRLY for the work they do???#and if not don’t you wish you had? and that there were more good teachers out there sticking to a career in education??#great way to accomplish that: pay them more!#also if you’re against funding education…..ur classist luv ❤️

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ive seen some discourse on this and zoot can you do a character analysis of eddie? like the way you used to break down obx characters cos a lot of the headcannons i see of him are kind of mean, classist, and just seem so off character

Hi bby, ofc i can do a lil analysis on eddie however comma im gonna need some time as i’m about to go to the store, but i can give you some of my headcannons i use when i write eddie (and i aim to write him as in character as i can), some are sfw and some are nsfw

Random Eddie Munson Headcanons (ft Fem/Afab reader):

Total teddybear, tries to act tough but we all know he’s a big softie

Always gives you a discount bc you’re pretty, then you find out he’s only been giving you that specific discount-esp when your friend tries to buy from him

Total flirt, always flirting w the person he’s crushing on, and you just know he makes nerdy references when he does it too

bonus points when the person acc understands his references, he just swoons, definitely a heart eyes type mf

He smells like weed, menthol cigarettes, and a sprinkle of drugstore cologne

He definitely uses the 3 in 1 mens shampoos, and its green apple scented. + this mf probably uses irish spring bar soap

I doubt he uses chapstick frequently, then when he starts dating someone he’s constantly using it bc he loves making out

When in doubt he’ll use some of his partners lip gloss and if anyone asks him ab it he just says ‘can a man not kiss his lover?’

Eddie Munson is TOUCH STARVED and his love language is physical touch

He’s always holding his partner somehow, or caressing their skin, or just pulling them close bc hes one of the ‘i wanna be in your skin’ mfs

Also definitely play fights and wrestles w his partner, and i mean he will tackle you onto his bed for funsies

He’s hella goofy, like mans will always try to make people laugh whenever they look upset, definitely the type to shove fries in his nose when you’re not looking then wiggle his brows bc hes a big ass kid sometimes (but we love that ab him)

This man WILL wine and dine you even if it means rushing to make as many sales as possible within 2 days bc he wants your date to be special

He’s smart, like mega smart, you cannot DM a game of DND without being incredibly smart and creative

He’s good at math (once again DND relies heavily on numbers + being a drug dealer means you have to understand numbers) but bad w high school english, not bc he’s dumb but bc he gets bored easily and doesn’t care

He definitely got the silver pig ring from his dad, he probably wears it bc he associates it w the few good memories he has w him

He stole the handcuffs on his wall from Hopper, he and Hopper actually have a decent relationship bc jim knew his dad and we all know Jim has a soft spot for troubled teens

He tells Hopper that he’s “the only cop i wouldnt call a pig”

Anytime he gets arrested he asks for the sheriff specifically and 9/10 times jim lets him go w a shitty warning

Speaking of those handcuffs-he swears he’d never use them on someone and when asked why he definitely gets flustered then mumbles out ‘i dont have a key’

Buys handcuffs specifically for being freak nasty, even puts the key on a necklace that he gives to his partner (which they wear everyday bc its engraved w their initials in a little heart)

He definitely keeps a little cardboard box under his bed full of nasty magazines, some are like typical playboys and the others are heavy metal, then he has some straight up fantasy prnos that he doesn’t remember buying but still cherishes (hint he stole them)

The five finger discount is his best friend, this man isnt a klepto but he grew up poor and his familial influenced were all criminals until he started living w wayne so yk, he be stealin shit from time to time

Definitely steals lip gloss, hair ties, or other small ‘essentials’ for you and says he thought of you when he saw it

He grabs your hips anytime you bend over and humps you, ive seen other ppl say this one and its 110% accurate

Also an ass smacker/grabber-especially in shorts and skirts, but if its a skirt he slides his entire hand under it to grab your ass bc he will always be your lil pervy boyfriend

EDDIE MUNSON IS A BISEXUAL KING

Total perv, probably bc hes touch starved and just rlly into everything ab you. Looks up your skirt and down your shirt any chance he gets

I hate to say it i rlly do but i think he has a foot fetish, ive met my fair share of eddie munsons and they usually have foot fetishes

definitely asks you what color panties you have on while winking + panty thief + jerks off w your used panties

Hes 110% a switch, he likes being in charge but he loves it when you smack him around and pull his hair and deep down he likes begging for more

Ppl always go back and forth on fav sex positions but i just know in my soul he loves cowgirl, whether youre doing all the work or hes fucking into you, he just likes looking up at you bc “you look like a goddess”

He eats ass. I will not elaborate because i know im correct.

King of eating pussy in his van, anytime anywhere it gives “ill pull over rn” and hes deadass, he’ll even make you get on your hands and knees so he can eat it from the back when you two just finished arguing bc “i cant look at you rn” while he’s knuckle deep inside you w his tongue on your pussy

He’s a biter, and i mean sexually and just in general, he’ll leave bite marks on you during sex but even throughout the day he gets cuteness aggression and just be nibbling on you like a fuckin weirdo (we love him for that)

Flirts w your mom/dad to make them like you, usually he leans more towards your mom but will definitely slide a few compliments in to your dad

Puts a hand over your mouth so he can go down on you when he’s at yours and your parents are home or he gags you w your own panties (love our pervy king)

Only lets his partner touch his hair, he also cuts it himself every other saturday

Bonus for my poc readers: he oils your scalp!!!!!!! OR you start oiling his hair and he loves it when you do his hair, even makes an entire day out of it

Tries to get you to play DND, even designs little one shot campaigns for you to join in on and youre most likely playing w Dustin and Erica bc he said “they wont get frustrated with you”

When Dustin does get a lil frustrated when youre first learning Eddie lets Erica talk shit to him bc she has your back

OR If you already know how to play DND he swoons at your feet, definitely wants to beg you to join hellfire, practically makes it his mission and life purpose (esp if you arent dating yet)

He wants kids but he doesn’t know when, probably has doubts ab being a good dad bc “Munson men aren’t exactly angels” but w some reassurance and cuddling he feels better ab it

Definitely hates the idea of working a 9-5 for the rest of his life but would do it if he had a family and they needed him around.

All in all Eddie Munsons such a simp

#askies #nonnie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons

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i don't see the point of making anais the main of the last skamfr season.. (i dont think they get renewed so i thinks its finished)

the new gen was a constant focus on la mif so why choose to do the last season of that gen on someone who is not in la mif and on 3 other new characters that the audience dont even know? we dont even know her outside of her bullying and her card reading what purpose had she served that would make the audience want to follow her for 10 weeks? i dont understand the logics of these writers who constantly pick random characters and throw magic towards it in the hope of making the audience feels sympathy for them, imagine if SKAM chose ingrid and sara as mains like it would not make sense either so why is it suddenly a thing with the new gen of skamfr?

everything you’re saying here makes perfect sense which is the problem bc we’re applying logic to a situation that doesn’t have one 😭

like making the one dimensional mean girl plot device from s6 the main that officially starts your new gen over max with that specific plot is the most surefire way to NOT retain many old viewers from s6 or pick up a significant amount of new ones lol, but that’s what they did, so anais (yet another rich cishet white ex bully disconnected from the main squad) being the main is rly not surprising to me beyond thinking ‘how are you genuinely this mindbogglingly out of touch and insanely bad at your jobs’. i love bilal, but the fact that there’s been 4 seasons since s6 and only 1/4 of the characters introduced in 6 as the new gen squad has been a main and it’s maya of all people is. something. like max and sekou were right there, with enough characterization that a few plot options were set up, but also blank enough to not be restricted to the old team’s writing. but she shadowed david onset in 6 and was literally like, tiff NEEDS her story told, max’s legal plot can take an offscreen backseat bc a classist cyberbully finding redemption and love is the priority, jo should be the bestie slash co-main two seasons in a row and also take over bilal’s season, and the mentally ill girls are incompatible, toxic beyond repair and everything s6 said about them was wrong.

paraphrasing here but she’s p much said they don’t care about pleasing the audience which shows buttt i also think there’s this double bind where she simultaneously doesn’t care if people hate it but also thinks the writing is good enough that people will love it anyways. see: them being surprised at the s9 backlash bc they thought it’d just be a few upset shippers and that everyone else would agree it was a satisfactory, bittersweet masterpiece, the sapphic normal people. given how they’re hyping s10 up as theee most important show-defining theme, i’m guessing they just picked a plot they wanted to do and threw it at the blank slate character they’re most fond of. which then ofc asks, since consistent characterization doesn’t matter and the themes are chosen at random by producers, why not just throw s10′s one at max or redouane and have a trans or arab main?? bc: transphobia, racism, wanting to centre whiteness again, a complete misunderstanding of the show, genre and audience you’re writing for, having a colorblind approach to diversity, misunderstanding diversity and everything under its umbrella in general, not being a good writer capable of writing consistent satisfactory arcs, and whatever the brainrot where you’re obsessed with two stalker cyberbullies to the detriment of everyone else is.

#i also have a feeling it’ll be revealed that not everyone in the anais hugo sasha & clement gang is in their final year #or one of them will fail their exams and have to repeat #as a way to keep the door open for a third gen / s11 #god i genuinely can’t wait to see how badly s10 performs #ask #anon #german posting

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casualmaraudering · 5 years ago

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@regulusblxck asked to talk about French Black brothers and I'm never gonna not talk about my hcs if prompted so here you go!

the Black family actually lives in France. they only stay in England when there happens to be a child that is going to school. otherwise they have a mansion outside of Paris, where they also spend the summer holidays

Beauxbatons is always a choice, yes, but Mrs Black was very against that for her children because she went there and decided it's far too modern. her children need proper, traditional magical education, after all. so off to Hogwarts they went

naturally their first language is French. they were taught English too but only starting around five, six years old

Walburga has a thing about foreign accents, she says it makes people sound poor (it's called being classist you bitch lmao). so the boys are very heavily trained to rid of their French accent and speak the Queen's English, posh British accent and all. she doesn't want her kids to sound like they're poor, after all (b i t c h)

Sirius hates that cause English doesn't come that easy to him. the language itself, he learns very easily but he can't grasp how to not speak with his natural French accent. he tries his best to fool his mother but the charade drops the second he enters the Hogwarts express.

him and James actually become friends cause, at the feast after sorting, when they sit next to each other, James says Sirius sounds silly. Sirius gets very mad and punches him (he's a bit insecure about his accent okay, his own mother makes fun of it and that shit hurts when you're so small) and James then decides that Sirius is cool, and so is his funky accent

I'm convinced certain spells have translations or regional variations. some are universal but there's many that, just like languages, simply are translated to fit the language of the wizard in question - therefore, Sirius and Reg don't use the British incantations, but instead the French ones.

there's some arguments between teachers whether that should be allowed - but in the end, as long as the spell ends up correct, most teachers agree they don't mind

Reg is the reason the foreign section of the Hogwarts library is so expanded. when he came to Hogwarts he was very annoyed to see just a couple books written in different languages and had a very long and thoughtful conversation with Madame Pince about ordering more books in other languages that the students might speak or wish to learn. She was very impressed, for a baby who's literally 11 year old Regulus has some good points

Sirius sometimes needs help with certain textbooks. seeing as the school is English so everything is in English, he has trouble with some words sometimes (he always hated studying vocab - usually he can guess what a word means based on context but sometimes that doesn't work). he's very embarrassed about it but Remus always ends up helping him out

Sirius and Reg talk in French to each other, ofc. yes, if other people are involved in the conversation, they'll speak English, but it feels very strange to them, so whenever they can they'll just switch to French

that does include comments mid English conversation with others, much to their annoyance

Sirius takes notes in French. the boys didn't know that until Remus asked to borrow Sirius's potions notes in 5th year before an exam. and yea he failed that one

also Sirius would write French love letters to Remus. that way he knew no one would out him in case someone found them

#sirius black #wolfstar #the marauders #Regulus Black #the black brothers #headcanon tag #French black family #French Sirius Black #French Regulus Black #as someone who's not native in English this is kind of me projecting shdjsgshs

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let-me-eat-my-cookie · 4 years ago

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Well now you went and made me cry sghsghs

no but seriously please don’t worry I never assumed you reblogged from a place of maliciousness (hell even if you hadn’t reblogged it due to your own experience but just because you thought the joke was funny! I know so many good people who unknowingly do things that hurt others sometimes, so even then that would’ve been totally understandable! (Not that it’s my place to judge anyways)) and hearing you say that it comes from a place of your experience alleviated any possible uncomfortable-ness anyways - in fact I’m the one who’s gotta apologize for making you feel bad about just reblogging a meme, I really shouldn’t have assumed but yeah shhdgdh im sorry and you’re a really sweet person to be so kind in your reply too so I just. hope you have a great day !

Oh my gosh!! No!! No! don't feel bad please! You are a very beautiful, kind and caring soul. No need to apologise at all for expressing your concerns.

Let's cry a little bit together cause I'm gonna cry a little too now. I find it very comforting when others judge me by a little extent tbh. So again no worries. And thanks for saying that you think I'm a nice person, even though I don't think I am. You made my night a whole lot of better. Sending hugs and love from this side of world to you, darling anon :)

Ps. Hope you have a great day too ;P

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I mean, I guess if it’s coming from a place of your own experience that’s valid, but that’s not something people can just know, from an outside perspective, which is why I sent that ask. Well, I also sent the ask because it’s a negative stereotype affecting my demographic and ethnicity so it hurt seeing someone I follow reblog a joke like that, but again, since you said for you it’s coming from a place of laughing at own experiences and not laughing at people in a bad situation that’s fine ofc

Of course. I'm very happy and positively feeling overwhelmed a bit cause, you, a good person who has a hella fine moral compass is following me.

I want you to know that I understand your point of view as well. I also wanted to let you know that if in anyway I made you feel uncomfortable I am sorry; as you mentioned that represents your social environment.

And also I respect the hell out of you for standing up for a part of our society. Heavens, I hope other people to have a mindset like you.

Thank you for the ask.

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Hey so I saw you reblog that meme about poor families having a lot of kids and that one really isn’t funny , it’s just a very stupid classist (and tbh often also racist) stereotype about poor people (of color, especially) not wanting to work and only wanting to eat, sleep and f*ck , all the while complaining about not having enough money to live . Which. Yeah that’s. Not cool.

I understand your point of view and I respect that. But darling anon, this post is not about being funny towards certain people. This post is as relatable to me as the melanin on my brown skin.

From the point of view of a previously poor (like could not afford a meal per a day, was sleeping under my grandparents bed type) person of color (south asian), I, find this a lot relatable and a bit funny.

Because this was, and is a experience within the society I lived through to my early 20s (not in 19s, this is 2000+). People marry early because they are poor, and get pregnant asap, then they make more babies to add to that mess. Most of them refuse free contraptions given by the government, and continue there ways. This is how I saw all of this in my neighborhood.

I did not want to explain every reblog I make in this site, but I felt you needed an answer to this. Also to add in to above, I reblog whatever I want, when I do I usually read what's in the post and other reblogs.

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“And thanks for saying that you think I'm a nice person, even though I don't think I am.” Hey the fact that you’re saying this alone already means you’re a nice person, because a bad person would never actually think of themselves as bad or not nice enough! People aren’t perfect, people make mistakes! But you ARE being nice and you’re trying and that’s enough! Never let anyone tell you otherwise! (I’m saying this as if I don’t have the exact same problem with impostor syndrome though agjsgsh)

But yeah! Let’s cry a bit together and send virtual hugs and have a bit of catharsis because I’m times like these we damn well deserve catharsis at least ! ❤️

♥️

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oOh i just thought of two questions i have about moc!!

is it safe to assume that the military system mc and yeo were under are similar as both aera and eros are in aurum? then what about seonghwa who wanted to be in the military and whose home planet is in a different system? is the military in dorado similar to that of aera/eros even though they’re in different systems? or does each system’s military operate in a different way?

does the crew need any sort of disguises when they go out for a mission like the one in ch37? i’m not sure if people know what mc looks like given she’s the ghost of eros which would make sense if a majority of people don’t recognise her. but what about more recognisable ones like yeosang/hongjoong etc? won’t there be people trying to stop them or anything? or are people just too scared of them and think they’d be better off not trying anything with the crew (which is mega sexc 🤩)

aaaaaa i hope these aren’t too confusing ;;;;;; and ofc take your time in answering them 🥺💕 i hope you’re doing well caly!! - 🦔

AHEM i am here at last hehe yeah to rumble and answer ur questions bc u know i love me some WORLD BUILDING QUESTIONS!!! so MUCH!!! not confusing at all don’t u worry one BIT hehe i hope you are doing well too bby!!!

so yes! the military systems in Aurum as a whole are very similar since they are all technically under the same central powers and as such the way those militaries work would be rooted in the same values and such. so what mc and yeo experienced in the military was very similar but also had some differences as mc was more of a grunt type soldier who did a lot of work whereas yeo was a member of the royal family and the son of the king of aera (who is also the tip top of the military of aurum), so yeo was being raised to take that position himself and he didn’t do as much military work.

for seonghwa who wanted to be in the military on Dorado which is in Geofflan’s system, the military does work quite differently. if you wanna think of it like the French military versus um idk the United States military - those two are separate entities and in different places so their militaries will operate differently. the same goes for different planets and different systems.

there is an underlying theme across the militaries we have seen so far where they are very much elitist and classist and that’s a theme we will see consistently throughout the militaries we encounter in mists BUT that’s really the only similarity in the militaries across solar systems!!

i have been AWAITING this question honestly alsdkjfslkdf i keep meaning to write it into a chapter one of these days but get too sidetracked so thank u for reminding me and asking!!!

so we have only seen hongjoong leave the ship and go out In Public twice - in Echidna in act two and on Kebos. in Echidna he was safe from the military because that is a criminal hive with no real regulation there BUT people would recognize him if he walked by them on the street only yes, they would be far too afraid to try anything with him. as for Kebos, it's touched on briefly but Vladimir has a deal with the military which lets him run the arena and so when Hongjoong set up the meeting with Vladimir, there would have also been an agreement for safe passage. so Vladimir was protecting Hongjoong as well as Yeosang and Seonghwa from the military being able to arrest them on the way to the arena or in the arena.

as for yeosang directly, it hasn't been exactly stated, but he left the palace at 15 and since then grew up some and changed his hair color and grew it out to be less recognizable, so people wouldn't know who he is upon first glance, and they certainly wouldn't know if it's outside of Aurum's system since that's where Aera is.

wooyoung, san, yunho, and jongho all fly under the radar pretty well. while they might be recognized as pirates, they aren't likely to be recognized as pirates on Hongjoong's crew.

mingi of course is renowned and well known for his time in the arena so he is one of the ones who is more likely to be recognized BUT again people would be far too afraid to mess with him given his reputation

seonghwa is well known like hongjoong because he is hongjoong's right hand man and works closely with him. he would be recognizable to a lot of people if he's just walking about which is why we don't really see him just walking around the way yunho/yeosang/wooyoung/yn/san did in act three on kebos

as for yn herself, she has a reputation among criminals and pirates and such and they would know what she looks like, but because she killed the king without being seen, the military doesn't technically know what she looks like which is why they call her Ghost. so she can fly under the radar but we do see her being fidgety and nervous around soldiers nonetheless bc she's worried about being recognized. in Echidna where the criminals around her recognized her, yn had a mask that's mentioned a little bit to hide her face as much as possible so that she could avoid suspicion!!

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