#bodice rippers

[fanaticsnail]

All this picturing Benn Beckman on the cover of a bodice-ripper has reminded me that my very sweet grandma wrote some bodice-rippers of her own....

Just imagie a young gingerbread girly visting her grandma's house and looking up on the wall and seeing these wonderful posters hung up:

It was great and may have awoken all this simping over men who very much belong on these wounderful covers in me 😂

I thought I would share a few of the covers for everyone's viewing pleasure!!

Have a great day/night!!

GRANDMOTHER GINGERNUT, YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Just picturing a small Gingernut girly skipping up the steps of her grandmother's cottage to bring baked pastries and sweets - only to find her Grandmother hunched over a writing desk and crafting smutty literature.

I am screaming Gingernut. I am actually screaming.

How special that your talent has been founded by generations of powerful women. This is spectacular lore, and I am so grateful you shared it with me.

(Beckman as the third cover, though)

@feral-artistry @i-am-vita LOOK! LOOK AT WHAT WE'VE GOT HERE. LOOOOOOOOK.

[longveil]

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

On a quiet evening, when the sun has long set below the horizon and the bustle of Stormwind outside her window has quieted, Seraa likes to put on comfortable nightclothes, curl up in her overstuffed armchair of red and gold with a glass of port wine or voidblend...

...and read trashy romance novels.

The habit goes back to her youth in Quel'thalas, a guilty pleasure that she's shared with few. Sadly, it's been some time since she's been able to add to her collection - the bookseller in Boralus she once frequented closed up shop a few years back, and Stormwind's markets have had sparse selection of literature of any sort.

Perhaps, Seraanna sometimes wonders, I ought write my own

Under a pen name. Of... course.

[sweetsavageflame]

Warrior’s Woman, Johanna Lindsey, Avon, June 1990 

I read this 33 years ago!

[frivolous-pastel]

I still think the wanton wonton would be a great restaurant/bookshop name

Nothing but dumplings and romance novels

[rochenn]

Forever cursed to remember this official (?) art of Dooku and Asajj

Why r they posed like they stumbled into a May-December couple photoshoot. It's the worst thing I've ever seen yet at the same time Dooku looks so fucking uncomfortable I simply have to laugh

[tieflingteatime]

this completely reshaped my brain

[portraitoflestatonfire]

"...you've been my instructor in loving..."

[nerdherderette]

The Inheritance

Derek Hale, the Viscount Hemming and only son of the Third Earl of Beacon, was London's most notorious rake. His disinclination to appear with the same partner at social events was well-known; his discountenance to wed, even more so. Which is why no one was more surprised than Stiles when the dashing viscount—and Stiles' once childhood friend—presented him with a proposal he couldn't refuse.

[excerpt]: "Is Graceview Hall your only responsibility? What about love? Your family?" Derek jerked back in shock. She, of all people, knew what happened when he last fell in love. "You are four and twenty," Lady Belmont continued. "You cannot remain on your current path, carousing and bedding anyone who catches your eye. Why, even Lord Deucalion wed this past summer, and he was a reprobate of the first order." Derek may have owed his great-aunt what little remained of his dignity. This, however, was asking too much. "I will never enter the marriage mart," he swore.

For the amazing (and incredibly patient) @elisela, who challenged me with several things:

1. To write a historical romance

2. Make it a Sterek arranged marriage

3. Sprinkle in a bit of Marrish

4. And make it Friends-to-Lovers

I cut my teeth on Harlequin romances and this is an utterly self-indulgent homage to the genre. While it took me several outlines (and as many discarded drafts) to figure out how to make a friends-to-lovers scenario work, I finally came up with a story I'm excited to share! Thank you, elisela, for generously donating to FTH and for giving me something so amazing to work with!😘

Part of @fandomtrumpshate 2023. Posting on AO3

Please note: The image used to create the book cover is based on an AI generated image that was subsequently manipulated and then edited to make the cover. It's described in the tags but may be missed, and I don't want people to mistakenly reblog who didn't see the tags and who don't want any AI on their blogs

[birgdets]

allegedly scotland already exists in hetalia world series and he's a brunette (??!??!) ....so we're just gonna ignore that. anyway anybody else here read Outlander

[bunnidarling]

I commissioned nakitamelo to do this painting of my boys in the style of a paperback bodice-ripper novel from the 90's. Nakita is a consummate professional and was a joy to work with. I'm absolutely delighted with how this turned out. It's even more beautiful than I imagined and I can't get over the tender expressions and intimacy.

This was the inspiration I sent. I thought it would be perfect for them and I was right.

Read about Averyll and Astarion here:

[hedwig221b]

Breathing heavily, Derek turned around and marched out of the room, trying to rein in his wolf. He knew he lost control over his appearance: the skin on his face tickled with growing fur, sharp points of deadly fangs dug into his lower lip.

Derek had to see him. Right now, to make sure none of them got to him, to see for himself that Stiles was safe and whole. That the boy was his, still.

Not a day has gone without him dreaming of Stiles. He was a constant presence in the wolf’s mind, driving him insane with want and longing.

No, Derek would never leave him, never give him over to another’s dirty hands. He’ll fight for the boy till death. Tear apart anyone who had the misfortune of touching him.

The door opened after three loud thuds. Derek didn’t have any space for guilt in his heart at waking the undoubtedly tired Stiles up, all of it taken by irresistible want.

Stiles’ eyes were wide open in surprise and just a tiny bit of wariness. His hands were clutching the soft white nightgown, keeping it closed over his naked chest. Derek’s gleaming red eyes followed the tantalizing length of his neck, stopping at the sight of his bare collarbones, peeking out of the gown. A pink sleepy blush adorned his cheeks, cupping his soft half-opened lips.

They ought to have the sweetest taste.

Both of them stared at each other in silence. Stiles was probably too shocked that Derek approached him again at such a late hour, nonetheless; Derek, however, lost any train of thought upon seeing this exquisite being, so teasing in his innocent softness and naïve trust. Anger left him all at once, leaving him breathless at the sight of the angel.

“Don’t open the door so readily,” Derek’s mutter was akin to a rumble. “You’re too beautiful for that.”

Stiles’ breath hitched and his heart started its quick rabbit pace again. He frowned a bit as if Derek’s compliment somehow offended him; he probably didn’t even realize his lips formed into the cutest pout. The most delicious prey was in front of Derek, and he couldn’t even have a taste. Not yet.

He wanted to kiss the tips of Stiles’ long fingers, bite into the soft insides of his thighs, leave marks all over his neck and trace the helpful path of his moles leading to his devastating lips to kiss and claim and take.

But Derek couldn’t do that for fear of spooking him. It was too early. But how could he possibly leave him right now?

Derek gently took Stiles’ slack hand, his heart stuttering at the sight of it, small in comparison to his wolf’s one. Miraculously, Stiles didn’t pull away. Derek lifted his soft hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, then on the inside of his wrist, before inhaling.

The bright red of his eyes reflected in Stiles’ soft brown ones. The blush on Stiles’ pretty face deepened and traveled down, calling to Derek’s predatory instincts to follow, to lick and bite.

“I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. The wolf in him howled at the sharp scent of arousal emanating from his body. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

“Lock the door,” he said, forcing himself to step away. “Don’t open until the sun rises.”

Once again, Stiles said nothing. He blinked as if coming out of a stupor, then gave a tiny nod, before slowly closing the door, casting inquisitive glances at Derek. The door shut with a soft thud; a heavy lock slid into place with an unpleasant scrape.

Derek leaned towards the door, knowing that Stiles was probably leaning on it to eavesdrop. Curious kitten.

“Good boy,” he murmured and laughed soundlessly at the shy squeak on the other side, followed by hastily retreating footfalls.

The smile felt unfamiliar on Derek’s ferine face, and he lost it quite quickly. This precious boy made it so easy to feel joy again, almost uncomfortably so.

If only Stiles chose to never leave his side, the wolf would bring him the freedom he craved. It will be his final courting gift. Stiles had no idea what he got himself into by allowing Derek’s name to fall from his lips that fateful day a year ago. He would soon learn the true power of being under the wolf’s protection and possession.

He’ll never have to fear and pretend ever again. His sweet boy. His Stiles.

Read the whole story on ao3

[reliand]

You Pierce My Soul

Harry's eyes were on him almost as soon as Draco entered the ballroom. It was as if he'd been watching the door, and now Harry's eyes were wide and his mouth open.

My entry for this year's @hp-bodiceripper fest, which was my take on an AU of Persuasion. The prompt was about Draco and Harry having a relationship that didn't work out, Harry marrying someone else, and years later they get a second chance.

I unfortunately couldn't finish the accompanying fic that kept ballooning in size and then got delayed because of life events. I was very excited to take part in my first fest in over a decade. Drarry has inspired me so much this past year, and it was truly a joy to participate.

I was especially proud of all the little embellishments on Draco's dress robes. This is the first time I've tried to animate something, so I'm not sure if it turned out very well.

[thedoubteriswise]

so I'm many years late, but captive prince. what a high, risk high reward experience. the first 75% of the first book was truly like okay. if this hadn't been enthusiastically recommended by my most trusted advisors I would not be powering through. but then. but then.

[i-am-vita]

Mihawk Bodice Ripper

👉 Masterlist

Follow the process: 1, 2, 3, 4

Fanart of @fanaticsnail Sapsorrow Fic with Mihawk & Governess in the ✨ Star Dress ✨

I have to finish right here or I'm going to keep editing to no end 😅

If I thought all the vibrancy of Shanks' was hard, all this dark and gloominess was worst. I have no idea how to paint nights, or plants for that matter 🙃 We don't talk about lighting

I switched to gold because it was more flashy!!! And I want it to have a warmer atmosphere even if its a moon light. It was too cold and it must feel warm and loving!!!!

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Sorry for the delay, here you're served 😚

[dozydawn]

Wedding Dresses, 1995.