#but it was for something with a vaguely incesteous undertone

[yasminhananis]

when you see a beautiful gifset for something and then get hit with being blocked. go to op’s page ‘dni in*cest’ and have to politely walk away, nodding your head, sadly kicking rocks

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

[godza]

ive gone too deep into oshi no ko to stop forever, but dont read it. its not good. i wont write a review, but ive read all currently released chapters tonight and it was a total waste of my time. because, surprise incest subplot. the twins knew each other before they reincarnated, and ruby was a 12 year old girl who had a crush on aqua, who was a 30 year old doctor. weird. aqua flippantly agreed to possibly marry her once she was of age, probably because she was going to die soon. in a recent chapter, aqua and ruby have found out each others past identities. and guess what, ruby still has that crush. WHO IS NOW HER FUCKING BROTHER.

ill kill the author? why on earth is this something reasonable to include even if aqua rejects her. even in the next chapter, their friends are unnerved by their sudden clingy behavior. this series is just really gross with all the incest undertones. her line can be interpreted in different ways, but its purposefully left vague. i wont even get into aquas total oedipus complex obsession with his mother, thats a whole other can of worms. i wish i hadnt wasted my time reading this series only for it to be a total slog. i miss akane. where is she im scared

[shipcestuous]

Oh lol, that ask about hypocritical Daemyra shippers hit so hard, I couldn't help but cringe/laugh in sympathy. I'm so sorry if that happened in a fanspace you frequent, anon!! But it really reminded me of one of the reasons I don't interact much with HOTD fandom besides besides reblogging art and memes and discussing the show with a friend.

See, I like a lot of different ship in HOTD, and you'd be hard-pressed to find any I actually dislike even if I am indifferent to some. So it's especially weird to me when shipwars between Aemond/Alys and Aemond/Helaena fans turn from "Our ships is canon in the books!" "Well, our ship might still be canon in the show!" to declaring that Aemond/Alys would necessarily HAVE to be depicted as abusive on one side and bashing the brosis shippers as degenerate freaks for daring to ship incest in a show where the main canon ship is uncle/nice on the other. And then I've also seen at least a couple of Aemond/Alys fans take that even further by preemptively worrying that the greedy, nasty incest shippers will take their ship and make it all about Oedipal onesided Aemond/Alicent undertones... which, as much as I love both ships between troubled younger men and witchy older women AND momson ships, and as much as I am that rare breed of shipper who enjoys multiple interesting ships being connected together by one of the characters involved having a type or unrequieted feelings or other stuff like that, I could actually sympathize with because having fanworks and discussions for your ships overtaken by another ship you don't even like does suck. But again, why the weird focus on the incest angle in the show where THE MAIN CANON SHIP is uncle/niece?! XD

And that's not even mentioning the hate I've seen other people spew about, again, Aemond/Alicent AND Aegon/Alicent. "Something something why take genuinely fascinating parent/child relationships and "warp" them into incest," as I'm sure you can imagine. ... it actually reminds me of people crying out in outrage over slash ships, or even some friends-to-lovers het ships with dynamics that go beyond typical Hollywood ideas of romance. The assumption that adding a romantic or sexual element, even just in fanon rather than canon, will necessarily "ruin" a well-written, interesting relationship - rather than allow fans to explore it in new contexts and settings, appreciating its complexity and nuances while looking at them in a different light and through different means.

And then there's all the Modern AU Daemyra fics where they're not related... which may of course be entirely motivated by a simple wish to explore the dynamic between Daemon and Rhaenyra without the burden of legacy and the mess of family drama weighing on them, just enjoying their passion without additional complications. But it does make me chuckle in a vaguely exasperated way giving everything else...

Sorry for the rant. I'm not really mad about it, as I'm used to doing my things in my own little corner of fandom, but sometimes it does make me want to ask those people "you DO realize we are all watching the same Dragon Family Incest Show, RIGHT?!" XD

[x]

I hate to see fandom bringing out the worst in people when, in theory, it's not impossible for us all to just be having fun and enjoying our show. In theory, in a perfect world, we could all just ship and let ship.

What I really wish some people on tumblr would learn is just how to keep their mouth shut. Some thoughts you can just keep to yourself. Maybe the world would be a better place if you didn't say the thing. A lot of the hate I see just snowballs. One Aemond/Alys shipper says something negative about Helaemond, a Helaemond shipper remarks on it - this is just an example - then that remark gets traction, leading to someone saying something negative about Aemon and Alys, and now all of the sudden both ships are under attack and there's a ship war. If Person A had just not made that post, if Person B had just ignored what Person A had said, it might not have gotten ugly on such a big scale. Never underestimate the power of just ignoring.

And of course when you've got incest ships in the mix, the other side is going to come out in full force to condemn it. That might work in other fandoms, but this is ASOIAF, and this is the incest show. The incest shippers are not crazy.

The assumption that adding a romantic or sexual element, even just in fanon rather than canon, will necessarily "ruin" a well-written, interesting relationship - rather than allow fans to explore it in new contexts and settings, appreciating its complexity and nuances while looking at them in a different light and through different means.

THIS.

Like shipping something romantically is some eraser that comes along and erases everything that's unique and interesting about a relationship. Um, no.

It creates new layers!

Modern unrelated AU:

[fandom-puff]

Teach Me Tiger- Tywin Lannister

Warnings: political/arranged marriage, smut, loss of virginity, sketchy medieval sex Ed (ie, reader thinks the only purpose of sex is procreation), masturbation/guided masturbation, older man/younger woman

This is inspired a little by my Tywin Lannister marriage HCs a did a few weeks ago :). Also soz it took so long I was working on this for quite a while and I DEFINITELY got carried away oops xx

Gif creds to owner

Song creds to owner

Teach me Tiger how to kiss you

Show me Tiger how to kiss you

The heavy velvet draped over your shoulders, in Lannister red and gold, almost weighing you down as you turned back to the septon, not daring to look up at the old lion you now called husband. Barely processing the words of the septon, you stood stock still, until it was time for you to turn to Tywin, tip your chin up and receive his kiss. It was a chaste, barely there kiss, done out of duty rather than love. Of course there wasn’t any love behind it; this marriage was done only out of duty, duty to Casterly Rock, which needed a suitable heir without a tarnished reputation for incest and whoreing, duty to your house, which desperately needed Lannister gold and men. Nevertheless, the ghost of a kiss still left you a little breathless and dizzy, and you couldn’t help but think of the bedding ceremony later on that night.

Take my lips, they belong to you

“We do not have to consummate the marriage right this instant,”

You looked over your shoulder, lip drawn into you mouth nervously. “But-”

“You’re young, inexperienced. And you’ve been tense with nerves since you walked into the sept. Come. Sit. We’ll have some wine. Talk, if you’d like,” Tywin gestured to a simple couch, big enough for the two of you to sit without being too close.

Still worrying your lip between your teeth, you perched on the edge, accepting your Lord husband’s offer of a goblet of wine. “I- I thought... my purpose was to give you an heir, my Lord,” you murmured, staring at the dark red liquid in the cup.

Tywin sighed and sat down, leaving just over a foot between you, nursing his own goblet. “It is. Eventually,” he said. “When you are ready. I would not force myself on you,”

“But the king said-”

“Never mind what the king said. My grandson has no say in what happens in my- our marriage chamber,”

A little more relaxed, you braved a look up at your husband, admiring his chiselled jaw, his blonde hair streaked with white, before quickly draining your goblet, feeling a little more relaxed as you stood to set it down. Tywin watched with fascination as you put your cup back on the tray, eyes fixed on you as you came to sit back down- he was very much aware of the fact that you sat a little closer to him. Happy to go off your lead, he continued to nurse his drink, eyes occasionally flicking to you as you shuffled a little closer. He tensed briefly as you leaned into him, before relaxing slowly.

“I-I’d like you to kiss me, please,” you murmured, your soft voice barely reaching his ears. Tywin arched his brows, locking eyes with you, silently asking if you were sure.

You nodded your head, tipping your chin up the same way you had done in the Sept.

But teach me first, teach me what to do

Tywin gave you another chaste kiss that had your tummy fluttering, and you found yourself leaning further forward as he was pulling away. A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “Easy now,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, looking away, cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“For what?” Tywin asked, standing up and offering you his hand.

“For... being inexperienced, I suppose. I doubt I’m the most exciting bedfellow you’ve ever had,” you rubbed your arm, self conscious. Despite the heat of kings landing, you felt a soft chill skitter over your flesh. “I don’t... know...” you looked at the floor, suddenly very interested in the grain of the wood.

“You’re a maid, I take it?” When you nodded quickly, Tywin held up his hand. “It matters not to me. Not in that way. But I presume you’ve never known a man? I presume you’ve never... known yourself?” He added in an undertone, and you let out a little gasp, shaking your head.

“Will you...” you gulped, looking up at him, seeing his pupils slowly expand. “Teach me? To know...”

“Teach you to know me, or yourself?”

You straightened your back, chest raising and falling with each breath. “Both,”

Touch me Tiger when I'm close to you

The small sitting area, with its couch, desk, bookshelves and table, was most certainly not the place for the consummation of your marriage. Tywin led you through a small passageway and a door to his sleeping chambers. Instantly, your eyes made contact with the bed, already turned down, pillows plumped. Clearing his throat, Tywin directed your attention back to him. “Help me with these buttons. They are much too fiddly,” he said, gesturing to his doublet. You smiled softly, happy to carry out the simple task to put your nerves at ease, knowing full well that Tywin could undo his own buttons. “Shall I undo your braids?” He asked as you folded the expensive scarlet fabric, leaving him in his linen shirt and his trousers.

“Yes please,” you murmured. “The hairpins have been stabbing me all day and night,”

Tywin smirked, stepping behind you and towering over you as he began unpinning the intricate braids, letting you unravel them as they fell to your shoulders. “We can’t have that,” he said and you smiled, running your fingers through your hair. When the final braid was loosened and unraveled, you couldn’t help but lean back into Tywin, sighing softly as his hands came to rub the tension out of your shoulders. Eyes fluttering shut, you tipped your head back to rest it against his shoulder, exposing your throat and allowing him to undo your necklace and cast it aside as your apprehension melted away. Slowly, Tywin’s elegant hands moved from your shoulders to smooth over your waist, making you gasp as his fingers kneaded the flesh there.

“My Lord-”

“Tywin,” he whispered into your ear, relishing in your little shudder.

“Tywin...” you sighed. “Please... the dress...”

“Off?” He asked, just to be sure, not wanting to rush you. With your eager nod, he made a noise of content, stepping back a little to access the lacing of your dress, slowly unthreading it, allowing the delicate fabric to flutter to the ground, leaving you in your chemise and stockings and bodice. You kicked off your shoes, dropping a few inches in height as you began fumbling with the fiddly laces of your bodice. His eyes were firmly on you as you began the painstaking process of unlacing your bodice, and you did not miss the way his tongue darted out to moisten his lips as your nimble fingers worked the end of the lace through the many holes. When the structured garment finally fell to the ground with a dull thud, you looked back up to him, resisting the urge to cross your arms over your chest- the thin chemise you wore as a buffer between your corset and your skin was sheer enough that you were sure he could see your tightening nipples through it.

Tywin flicked his eyes over your form briefly, before approaching you slowly. You were fully aware that he still had his boots and trousers on, though now that his doublet was off, you could see the tightness in them. Arching his brow in amusement, he asked “would you like me to undress?”

Chewing your lip, you nodded, sitting on the foot of his bed as you watched him take off his shirt. You gulped, eyeing up his chest shamelessly; you were surprised at how... well he looked, especially at his age, your eyes lingering on his sinewy yet strong form. Snapping out of your little trance, you looked to the floor, face flooding with heat as Tywin smirked at you. “You can look, you know. I am your husband after all,”

You let out a nervous laugh at his remark, though as he kicked off his boots and began to unlace his trousers, you couldn’t unlock your eyes from his stare, drawing your lip into your mouth as his trousers dropped to the floor. “S-should we... get into bed?” You murmured.

“We shall. But I will say this now, YN, if you do not want to be intimate tonight, I can wait until you’re ready. We could just lay and talk, or you could sleep,”

You smiled slightly. Tywin was surprising you more and more; at the wedding feast you had heard bawdy remarks that the head of house Lannister would simply have his wicked way with you and then bundle you off to Casterly Rock whether you liked it or not. It seemed he would do nothing of the sort. “I’d like to lay a while,” you murmured. Tywin nodded and gestured for you to make himself comfortable in the grand bed. It was difficult not to, what with the soft pillows and comfortable mattress. Tywin lay by your side, leaving a gap between you both as he had done on the couch, drawing the covers up to cover you both.

Help me Tiger, I don't know what to do

You lay in relative silence for a while, occasionally glancing at one another, making small remarks here and there. Eventually, a streak of boldness bolted through you and you turned on your side, facing Tywin, your chin propped up by your hand.

“you know before...” you began, trying to avoid Tywin’s gaze as he looked at you with amusement. You sighed, changing tack. “You said you would help me to know you,”

“That I did,” he prompted, knowing there was something more to your rambling.

“But... you also said you’d help me... know myself,” Tywin nodded slowly, urging you on. “How?” You finished bluntly.

“I assume you know... the mechanics,” he said vaguely.

“Yes. Well, what my septa taught me,”

“Ah. What your septa failed to tell you was that it can be quite... an enjoyable experience. For both parties. You may feel intense pleasure, that is,”

“But... the purpose is to... make an heir,” you said, frowning slightly.

“And there is more chance of success if you enjoy yourself doing it,”

You bit your lip slightly. “Can you show me?” You asked, voice barely more than a whisper. Tywin looked at you intensely, and instantly, you answered the silent questions that blazed in his eyes. “Please. I’m sure,”

Nodding, Tywin eased you onto your back, proving himself up on his elbow as he hovered over you. “It is very important that you prepare yourself... there are many places in your body that the simplest touch-” still beneath the sheets, he dragged his knuckle over your clothes waist, smirking at your shiver, “-will bring you pleasure. Touch your body, YN, through your chemise,” you nodded slowly, shutting your eyes as you ran your fingertips up, over your thighs, your hips, your waist... then back down. On every other journey, you’d swipe your thumbs over your clothed nipples, gasping and arching your back. Tywin hummed in approval, tipping your chin up so he could press several kisses to your throat. “Very good...” he whispered into your ear, relishing in your pleased shudder. He placed his large hand over one of yours and guided it further south. You gulped, aware of the hot wetness gathering between your thighs. “Now... here...”

You took a breath, hitching your chemise up until it was bunched over your hips. Tywin could not see thanks to the covers, but he could just imagine your wetness, giving the way you had been wriggling your hips. “Spread your legs,” he murmured, feeling his cock twitch in wake of your pretty sighs. “Good,” he praised, and you nodded, biting your lip hard. “Now, touch yourself, between your legs,”

“How will I know if...”

“You will know,” he affirmed and you nodded, beginning to stroke around the general vicinity until-

Your back arched and you let out a shuddery moan. He was right. You definitely knew. Quickly becoming both breathless and speechless, you allowed yourself to succumb to pleasure as your lord husband watched. Gasping for air, you felt yourself climb further and further and further, until you toppled over the peak, aided by a slight pinch to your nipple. Shaking, you stared up at the ceiling, feeling gentle lips pressed against your forehead as you recovered from your high. You felt yourself leaning into him, moaning softly at the dull throb between your legs. When you finally trusted yourself to speak without an embarrassing wobble to your voice, you looked up at your husband, eyes blown wide with desire for the lion. “Please...” you whispered.

I know that you could love me to

But show me first, show me what to do

This is the first love that I have ever known

What must I do to make you my very own?

Tywin nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You knew his tenderness was to calm you down. It wasn’t out of love; how could you love one another? Your marriage had been one of political strategy, and you were well aware that the only love Tywin Lannister ever knew was for his late wife Joanna.

Teach me Tiger how to tease you

But as Tywin manoeuvred himself between your thighs, the candle light casting shadows from his high cheekbones, you felt... something. He was being so gentle with you, so tender, his large hands splaying over your waist and stomach and hips as you tugged your chemise over your head, leaving you completely nude beneath him. You licked your lips quickly, feeling undoubtedly exposed as you were spread out beneath him, thighs parted to cradle him between them. Eyeing the bulge in his linen underwear, you bit your lip, your nerves running through you again, mile a minute.

Sensing your nervousness, Tywin took your hand, guiding it slowly to his prominent bulge. You gasped, feeling the hot, hard flesh through the fabric as you palmed him. Even through the fabric you could tell how well endowed he was. As your hand ran over the ridges of his cock, Tywin let out a suppressed groan. “Clever girl,” he praised softly and you smiled, nibbling your lip.

Eventually, Tywin knocked your hand away, reaching to fish his cock from his underwear. You barely got a look before he was hovering above you, holding one of your thighs apart with one hand, the other guiding his cock over your wet entrance. “This may hurt... only for a moment,” he murmured, and you nodded- your septa had not spared you the details of procreation.

As he eased his cock into your waiting hole, you felt yourself tense up. He was barely in you, yet you felt so full. The fullness was soon accompanied by a slight pain that had you gasping, but pretty soon you were overcome by the sensation of being stretched out. Giving an experimental rock of your hips, you groaned out, the noise guttural and wanton, and your lips were unable to stop it escaping. “Move,” you whispered. “Move, please,” you hooked your legs around his hips for good measure, heels beginning to press into his lower back as he began rocking his hips, pulling almost all the way out before easing back in.

Once he was sure you had adjusted properly, Tywin’s thrusts became a little rougher, shallower, and you could feel his cock drag over the sensitive walls then clenched tightly around it. He knelt up, dragging you further down the mattress as he rutted into you, skin slapping hard against yours as you wriggled, head tipped back to groan and cry out. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen, and your noises steadily grew louder and louder despite your attempts muffle them. Tywin did not try to quiet you, relishing in the cries of passion he was able to draw from you. It gave him a sense of pride to know that his wife was in ecstasy, that his wife was taking her pleasure beneath him like she were a common harlot and he a lowly peasant. And most of all, he relished in the fact that you would soon have a belly full of his children, swelling with the continuation of the Lannister dynasty.

Tiger, Tiger I wanna squeeze you

Clutching onto any inch of his skin you could find, your back arched upwards off the bed as your nails dragged down his arms, you came with a lusty, broken cry, your entire being quivering around him as a sensation more intense than your previous orgasm washed over you. Tywin growled, letting out a low shuddering groan as he finished, and you felt the odd, yet erotic, sensation of his seed filling you to the brim.

All of my love I will give to you

Panting, twitching, and letting out soft whimpers, you fell back among the pillows as Tywin moved to your side. “Are you alright?” He asked you, pressing the pads of his thumbs against your cheeks, swiping away your fallen tears. You didn’t even realise you were crying, too distracted by your crashing release. You managed a small nod and a hum of reassurance as you slowly regained the ability to move. Already you felt your thighs aching, your core still throbbing. You could feel a bit of your husband’s seed slipping from your body, trailing lazily between your thighs. The rest, you knew, was deep inside of you. Tywin sat up, tugging the sheets back over you before laying back down beside you. You hummed contentedly as Tywin pulled you into his side, and you could feel his heart still pounding as you both settled into post coital bliss.

“Do you think... it’ll work?” You murmured, already nodding off as the room became dimmer, the candles close to their ends.

“What, that you’ll be with child after tonight?” When you have a slight nod, Tywin chuckled. “Part of me hopes so. As you’re aware, I am in desperate need of a suitable heir,”

“And the other part?” You whispered.

“The other part of me hopes that you don’t fall pregnant just yet...” you picked up on the suggestive edge to his voice, increasingly grateful for the darkening room as your eyes widened.

“If I don’t... if I’m not... then we will try again. Maybe even... recreationally,” you cringed inwardly at your own formality; the man had been balls deep in you only moments ago. “But I will do my best to fulfil my duties as your lady wife,”

“Hmm... and the lady of Casterly rock?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Casterly rock too. On one condition though,”

But teach me Tiger or I'll teach you

Tywin arched his brows, not used to being given conditions.

“You treat me well. You obey your vows. You don’t treat me like a whore or a thing to fuck and throw away as soon as you’ve got an heir and a spare. You treat me as your lady wife. Protect me, guide me, and at the very least, try to love me. Because that is exactly what I will be doing for you,”

Tags: @sociallyawkward-princess @lazyotakujen

[thickenmyblood]

wow thanks for clarifying and thank you for that response!! if you don't mind, i was wondering about auguste's two love interests: uncle says auguste did something to victoire before he had her hung, but someone cuts him off; my mind jumped to having her stripped or raped or something but i truly don't think auguste would go there. what do you think? and do you have any headcanons for his new wife and what their marriage is like? her dad watching her consummation was 🤮 (and on point for Vere)

Hello! Thank you for asking. Here’s another long response, sorry.

His uncle being cut off before he can say what happened to Victoire was a deliberate choice on my part. I like dark themes, but I find that they work especially well when they’re vague enough to keep you guessing exactly what happened. One of the reasons I liked Captive Prince so much is that despite most people’s reviews that it was a “horribly explicit” trilogy, it left a lot to the reader’s imagination. 

Originally, I was going to explain what happened to Victoire. Laurent was going to be the one who offhandedly told Damen about it and Damen being Damen was going to be horrified and repulsed by it all. However, a lot of people were starting to view Auguste as completely insane around the time those last few chapters were being written. This influenced my choice of not saying what had happened to Victoire because I personally don’t think Auguste is crazy, and so I wanted to control other people’s views on him. This was the wrong approach and it cost me a lot aesthetically. There was a lot of telling in the epilogue and not enough showing (I will make sure to edit out the scene where Laurent tells Jokaste that Auguste isn’t crazy. That was just me being controlling.)

Victoire’s punishment was brutal, not so much because Auguste was personally angry at her (which he was) or hurt by her betrayal (which he also was). In the past (pre-19th century), punishment was about setting a public example. It also served as a ‘divertissement’, although that wasn’t its original goal. Auguste could have had her hanged and called it a day, but that wasn’t brutal enough to really carry out the message he wanted everyone around him to understand. To betray the King is not just to die, but to do so horribly and in pain. There’s a difference.

Given that Vere is a very sexualized society, I think it’s fair to assume in Victoire’s case her punishment was sexual. And I don’t think Auguste participated in it, unlike what happened with Benoit. Again, this is just my personal headcanon, but if you wish to interpret it any other way, feel free to do so.

Élise and Auguste’s consummation was very frustrating to write, mainly because I kept arguing with someone in my life about whether or not it was “too much” to have Laurent be present in that moment. This person kept telling me it was necessary for historical accuracy, and I kept saying it would be wrongly interpreted by readers who were already upset because there were “incest undertones” to Laurent and Auguste’s relationship. Élise’s dad watching them have sex was purely self-indulgent since what I really like about public consummations is the weird mixture of shame and pleasure. 

As for how their marriage will go, I don’t think they’ll ever be in love. Auguste doesn’t care about her beyond what their union means politically, and I don’t think he’ll learn to care about her any time soon. 

We only ever see her through Laurent’s POV, who describes her as bovine and easy to silence, but we all know Laurent’s POV in that fic can’t be trusted. However, Jokaste says something that could imply she’s not all Laurent has made her out to be:

“I spoke to the Queen,” Jokaste said. Mother is dead, Laurent thought, and then remembered Élise existed. “She’s interesting.”

“Have you come here to gossip?”

An elegant, one-shoulder shrug. “I was curious after last night. She was definitely a surprise, what with her taste for bed slaves.”

She’s the Queen of Vere, but she’s also a southerner. She had no choice but to marry Auguste, who we know doesn’t care about her and is, maybe, expecting her to die in childbirth after giving him an heir. But she has an exotic taste for bed slaves. I think that’s pretty interesting. It certainly means she doesn’t share Auguste and Laurent’s dislike for slavery. Also, following Veretian traditions, she’s not allowed to bed male slaves. That means she willingly chose to bed women. Which is… Interesting.

The point of Élise as a character is to show that despite Auguste’s struggle for control and his desperate want to bed only those he personally chooses, he can’t escape his royal duties. He isn’t free of his obligations, and he’ll never be. Kingship is something he’s good at, according to teen-Damianos, but I don’t think it’s something he enjoys doing. 

My best guess is that they’ll live apart if Auguste ends up moving the capital. If she dies during childbirth and the baby is a boy, Auguste might avoid marrying again (which I mean… he shouldn’t, because if his kid dies he’s fucked, but apparently in the books no one was too worried about having a lot of kids lol). If she dies and the baby is a girl, Auguste will be forced to find another wife. 

To summarize, Auguste’s life sucks. Élise’s too, in a way. When the sun is on again should have been titled ‘Everyone’s lives suck, especially Aimeric’s’. 

Hope this was entertaining to read. If not, I apologize <3

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

The seduction of childhood domesticity. Parallels between 4x14 and 15x14

In my post about Mrs Butters paralleling various elements from the show’s past in a vaguely queer lens, I babbled a lot but then totally forgot to actually elaborate on the parallel to queer-coded monsters, especially the siren.

Not only we have an instance of “contaminated drink” that weakens the victim (Jack’s smoothie but, per extension, everything that Dean and Sam are fed works to lower their defenses and trust Mrs Butters) but, I would argue, the entirety of Mrs Butters’ actions work as a sort of “siren song” to entice them and, while Mrs Butters’ goal is obviously different, works pretty closely to the siren’s modus operandi.

I don’t know where you got this, Mrs. B, but best gift ever!

Mrs Butters gives Dean the perfect caretaker, and it’s possible that she has the power to read how to make people happy from their minds: she provides Dean with the soft nightgown he’d worn in the Scooby universe, she prepares the food he likes the way he likes it (the crusts off just like his mother used to make...). It reminds me a lot of the siren providing the perfect mate.

Back then, as we’ve been discussing for ages, there was the infamous ambiguity of whether the siren was aiming to give Dean an actual sexual partner or replacement brother; my personal opinion is that the ambiguity exists for a “oops we got a bit too close to actually out the character” reason but also happily plays in the pool of the incest subtext undertones (I have made an argument before that the siren, in fact, mistakes Dean and Sam’s relationship for erotic). Between text and word of the author, I’d say there’s no mistaking the sexual connotations of the siren plot. But oops, I digressed.

The siren cloaks themselves in the elements that would be most attractive to Dean: a handsome visage, the allure of the authority (soldiers, agents, men in uniform, you know Dean has a thing), extensive knowledge of the quintessential Winchester seduction music (the show isn’t trying to be subtle, guys, okay, but again, digressing). And Dean, like we say in Italy, falls for it like a cooked pear.

This time, there’s no mistaking what kind of figure Mrs Butters presents herself for Dean and Sam. It’s no longer a sexual seduction, but a seduction nevertheless, where the siren song now sings of the innocence of a childhood lost, the safety of a loving mother.

Jack drinking a smoothie that was a trick to weaken him also parallels Dean accepting a drink from a man because he was “thirsty” (Dean fell for it because he assumed the interaction was flirtatious, not aimed to trick him) and falling for the trick in 3x10, which in turns parellels the siren’s trick in 4x14 (where he falls for the trick because he expects the monster to be a woman, so he assumes the man’s flirtation is genuine). (He also didn’t question that the thing with Aaron was indeed a gay thing. He distrusts everything but...)

Mrs Butters does not exactly trick them, obviously with the exception of Jack, because she is exactly what she tells them she is and does exactly what she tells them she does (take care of the MoL), but, symbolically, she tricks them into falling for a siren’s song of blissful domesticity that is not sustainable. Dean could have it forever, but that would mean killing Jack, which he refuses to do, so she tries to entrust Sam with killing also Dean. Nick the siren offered Dean to be his (regardless of how genuine the offer was) in exchange of killing Sam, then once Sam arrives he decides to do the thing to both of them, opening the possibility of Sam killing Dean instead. Different contexts and all, but a similar vibe: you can have this perfect thing (the perfect caretaker, the perfect mate) but you have to kill your family member that you love.

Funnily enough, Mrs Butters assumes that Jack is the one playing basically “siren” with Dean and Sam, using his supernatural powers to make them attached to him. Which is, would you look at that, what Dean assumed that the unborn Jack was doing to Cas... indeed Cas’ Jack-induced visions of paradise were the siren song that led Cas to allow the baby to be born, which ended up being a good thing, incidents aside.

Speaking of Cas. Mrs Butters is also unmistakably a Cas mirror. Non-human ancient being with magical powers, embraces the role of guardian of the Winchesters, used to be tortured by a member of an organization who forced her to kill for them, and of course symbolically at Cas’ place in the four-member family who lives in the bunker. She basically is an “imposter Cas”, where she represents the siren song of something unattainable (childhood innocence is gone forever, if it ever existed in the first place, Mary’s and consequently Dean’s ideal family life was impossible, an illusion that could not last if it ever existed in the first place, and so on) while Cas would represent the real deal - a kind of domesticity, a kind of family life, a kind of happiness that is shaped on reality and is attainable and healthy.

[arlingtonpark]

SNK 119 Review

Your little brother has been decapitated. Do you want to:

A. Mourn his loss and wish death upon this cruel world; or

B. Resurrect him somehow and wish death upon this cruel world.

Such is the peculiar case of Zeke Jeager.

A couple chapters ago I said Zeke showing up to save Eren was like a knight rescuing his princess, and now we have a whole chapter devoted to these two trying to reach each other. The parallel continues!

Things didn’t work out with Yumikuri, but the homoerotic undertones of two men fighting the whole world so they can touch each other…doesn’t fill the hole in me, but it’s something. The incest thing would be a problem, but that doesn’t stop Elsanna, so as far as any shippers should care, Zeren should be golden.

As a relationship, Zeren is the Titanic two hours after hitting the iceberg; it just wasn’t meant to be.

On the surface they seem alike. Eren wants to save his friends, he’s just doing it egomaniac style. He thinks he’s right, and he doesn’t care if people see it differently, and in fact he’ll break the law and betray the trust of his friends to get what he wants, he’s so sure of himself.

Zeke also wants to save everyone, and he’s also into that egomaniac shit. He thinks he’s right, and he doesn’t care if people see it differently, and in fact he’ll break the law and betray the trust of his friends to get what he wants, he’s so sure of himself.

They’re both committed to their own plans and they both lean to the egotistical, so they both go about it like total asses.

The difference is ideological. Eren fights.

…

…He just fights!

He doesn’t deny that the curse of Ymir is a problem. On that, he agrees with Zeke. So long as the Eldians are burdened with this curse, the world will never accept them. The difference is that Zeke thinks this means Eldians should lay down and die.

Eren, I assume, thinks Eldians should live anyway because fuck the world!

Fuck the world for not supporting the Survey Corps.

Fuck the world for thinking I’m crazy for taking the titan threat seriously.

Fuck the world for being so cruel.

Fuck the world for not accepting me/us.

Attack on Titan is the story of Eren vs the world. Eren is a rebellious kid at heart who takes on everyone who gets in his way. Some details still need to be filled in, but 99% of everything Eren’s done can be explained by this one sentence alone.

This is where the wall titans come in. Eren always fights. Pursuant to that, Eren has something of an obsession with strength. With being strong enough to win. Thematically, Eren wielding the wall titans is the only way for this story to go because it’s the natural progression of Eren’s character. He would finally have the power to protect what he cares about and be free.

And it would fit the vaguely neoconservative skew this series seems to have.

Peace through strength, in a phrase. Eldians could finally have peace, but only through the strength of the wall titans backing them. It’s a theme that permeates the series. This is a series about gathering strength and using it to achieve your goals.

That’s what I mean when I say the series is ultimately sympathetic to the Yeagerist cause. The ideology of the Yeagerists, that strength is important to achieving security, is the ideology of this series. The series acknowledges that certain people who think like the Yeagerists can be given to cruelty, but where the series goes wrong is in depicting it as incidental to the ideology, rather than the root cause of it.

This brings us to our current situation, where both of these people are single-mindedly pursuing their goal, but Eren is the one in the right because his goal is fundamentally about helping people.

That still doesn’t make it right for him to blow up children and abet an insurrection, but relatively speaking he has the moral high ground compared to Zeke.

The real big theme of this chapter is brothers. Porco and Marcel, Colt and Falco, and Eren and Zeke.

In Attack on Titan, parents are people who dehumanize their children. Rod and Historia, Grisha and his two sons, Reiner and his mother. I think it’s part of a larger theme of authority figures abusing their power over others. You’ve got the parents abusing their parental authority over their children, and the government abusing its authority over its citizenry. Attack on Titan is very cynical about people with authority.

Siblings, however, are generally depicted more positively. Sibling relationships are different from parental ones. There is no hierarchy involved, so the power balance is more equal. There is respect in sibling relations, but not in the same way as in parental ones. Siblings respect each other as equals, whereas in parental relationships there is a clear imbalance in power.

In Attack on Titan, siblings are people who care for each other. Frieda cares for Historia, Marcel cares for Porko, Colt cares for Falco, and even Zeke cares for Eren. These relationships aren’t built around authority, but rather genuine respect and love.

Never forget you’re reading Attack on Titan. Siblings may have generally loving relationships, but they still end badly. Frieda is dead. Marcel is dead. Colt is dead. Eren is dead (shut up). It’s been said to death, but it’ll never not be true. In Attack on Titan, everything is suffering.

So, hey, does anyone remember High School Musical? That was an okay movie (kinda).

You gotta get’cha get’cha head in the game!

We gotta get our, get our, get our, get our head in the game!

[shitpeoplesayinsplatoon]

Do you have rules to certain stuff you post or something? I’ve tried submitting things in the past but I’ve never seen them posted

good question! im still workin on rules n stuff, but like heres a few more specific ones for until i actually set up a rules page

1. dont fuckign. submit supremely nsfw stuff. Kids Game, pg13-ish blog. may not post stuff thats pretty blatantly nsfw (i.e. a detailed dick, two animals fucking, etc) even if i know its a joke2. dont send bigoted shit. homphobic, transphobic, racist, antisemitic, etc.3. uhhh. less of a rule and more of a personal thing, but i may not post negative stuff. i like to keep this blog funny and light hearted for the most part. dont wanna bring things down or seem like im makin fun of other people’s sufferin. it varies whether it will be posted depending on the tone i read a negative-type post as4. if its got like. implied pedophilia or incest or smth in it? absolutely not posting it. i havent gotten any submissions like this, thankfully, but for future reference.5. if i receive multiple submissions of the same post, ill generally pick out the one that was submitted first according to my inbox (or the clearest/easiest to read one alternatively), yknow, to prevent repeats

alternatively, it may be that tumblr is eatin ur submissions? tumblr has a ton of glitches n stuff and this ones an old one that i doubt has gotten fixed.

my best advice: be a little critical of what you submit! look for undertones that may be creepy/concerning, nazi callsigns (”sub to pew/die/pie”, certain numbers or symbols, etc) and remember to be a little careful with what you submit in general. i apologize if your submissions weren’t posted, however. i just try to be a little cautious so i dont upset people!

edit: a la a certain reply, i wanna say i aint tryin to vague anyone, i just happened to list of things ive actually recieved lmao. i dont remember who submits what 99% of the time