#die dame cover

[mote-historie]

Martha Sparkuhl, Die Dame Cover, January 1919.

Martha Sparkuhl was part of a group of female designers and artists including Erica Mohr, Hanna Goerke, Julie Haase-Werkenthin, Gerda Bunzel and Steffie Nathan, who created illustrations and layouts for the German women’s magazine Die Dame. (x)

[artdecoandmodernist]

1923 Ernst Dryden aka Ernst Deutsch, Cover illustration for Die Dame Magazine, November 1923.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 403 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 なんのためえにぃうーまれて nan no tamee nii uumarete What are you born for and

book cover あんぱんまん anpanman Anpanman

2 なぁにをしぃてえいきるのかぁ naani wo shiitee ikiru no kaa what are you going to do? (Note: The above lines are the opening lyrics to the Anpanman theme song.)

tagilne オールマイト幼き日の記憶ーー オールマイトおさなきひのきおくーー OORU MAITO osanaki hi no kioku-- All Might's childhood memories--

C (copyright) やなせたかし Yanase Takashi Takashi Yanase

3 思い返せば おもいかえせば omoi kaeseba If I think back,

4 誰もが通る道にあったモノだ だれもがとおるみちにあったモノだ dare mo ga tooru michi ni atta MONO da it's something that was on the path everyone walks.

5-6 原点と呼ぶにはあまりに柔らかな記憶 オリジンとよぶにはあまりにやわらかなきおく ORIJIN (kanji: genten) to yobu ni wa amari ni yawaraka na kioku A memory too soft to call my origin.

1 私がした事といえば わたしがしたことといえば watashi ga shita koto to ieba If we're talking about what I did,

2 ふとその道を振り返っただけだ ふとそのみちをふりかえっただけだ futo sono michi wo furikaetta dake da I only happened to look back down that path.

3-4 それがとても大事なものに見えただけだ それがとてもだいじなものにみえただけだ sore ga totemo totemo daiji na mono ni mieta dake da [What was there]* just looked like it was very important. (*Note: Literally the word here is just "that.")

tagline No.403　The End of An Era, And----　時代の終わり、そして　　堀越耕平 ナンバー403　ジ　エンド　オブ　アン　イアラ、　アンド---- じだいのおわり、そして----　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 403 JI ENDO OBU AN IARA, ANDO---- jidai no owari, soshite----   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 403 The End of An Era, And----  Kouhei Horikoshi

1 だから dakara That's why.

2 英雄らしく えいゆうらしく eiyuu rashiku "Like a hero."

3 キュウ…ン KYUU...N (Note: This is a sound effect for the drills destroying the gauntlet.)

4 死に方を選べると？ しにかたをえらべると？ shinikata wo eraberu to? "Choosing how to die?"

1 やっと yatto "Finally"

2 出し切ったな！ だしきったな！ dashikitta na! "got that out!"

3 「凝血」 「ぎょうけつ」 「gyouketsu」 Bloodcurdle

4-5 手負いのヒーローの恐さは散々教わった ておいのヒーローのこわさはさんざんおそわった teoi no HIIROO no kowasa wa sanzan osowatta "I've learned well how terrifying an injured hero is."

6 君には何も果たさせはしない きみにはなにもはたさせはしない kimi ni wa nani mo hatasase wa shinai "I won't let you execute anything." (Note: He means he won't let All Might do anything like a trick or a plan to fight back.)

7 その表情を待ってた そのカオをまってた sono KAO (kanji: hyoujou) wo matteta "I was waiting for that face [expression]."

8-9 君が最も嫌がる時だ きみがもっともいやがるときだ kimi ga motto mo iyagaru toki da "The moment you can't stand the most."

1 ジェントル‼︎ JENTORU!! "Gentle!!"

2 ああ‼︎雄英は安定した‼︎ ああ‼︎ゆうえいはあんていした‼︎ aa!! yuuei wa antei shita!! "Ah!! UA has stabilized!!"

3 行くぞ！行ってやる いくぞ！いってやる ikuzo! itte yaru "Let's go! I'll go for it."

4 わあああ‼︎ waaaa!! "Waaaah!!"

5 撮るのを止めるな！ とるのをやめるな！ toru no wo yameruna! "Don't stop taking video!"

6 ぐぅ!!! guu!!! "Ggh!!!"

7 雄英に吸われて狙いがズレたか… ゆうえいにすわれてねらいがズレたか… yuuei ni suwarete nerai ga ZUREta ka... "Perhaps my aim was off because it got absorbed by UA..."

8 まァいい…善性に抑えられていろ飛田 まァいい…ぜんせいにおさえられていろとびた maA ii...zensei ni osaerarete iro Tobita "Well, it's fine... Stay restrained there by your good nature, Tobita." (Note: He means basically "Get stuck holding up UA because you have a soft heart.")

1 レーザー一斉照射用意‼︎ レーザーいっせいしょうしゃようい‼︎ REEZAA issei shousha youi!! "Ready for simultaneous laser fire!!"

2 オールマイトに当たっちまう‼︎ オールマイトにあたっちまう‼︎ OORU MAITO ni atacchimau!! "[But] I'll hit All Might!!"

3 彼は かれは kare wa "He"

4 スターの憧れだ！ スターのあこがれだ！ SUTAA no akogare da! "is Star's aspiration!"

5 スターと共に弔を追い詰めたXー66ーー…！ スターとともにとむらをおいつめたエックスーダブルシックスーー…！ SUTAA to tomo ni Tomura wo oitsumeta EKKUSU-DABURU SHIKKUSU--...! "The X-66s that cornered Tomura together with Star--...!"

1 FIRE ファイア FAIA "FIRE"

2 スターは不在だろ スターはふざいだろ SUTAA wa fuzai daro "Star is absent, you know."

1 あやばい a yabai "Ah, crap."

2 え e "Eh?"

3 オールマイト逝くっ オールマイトいくっ OORU MAITO iku "All Might will die,"

4 オールマイト逝く！ オールマイトいく！ OORU MAITO iku! "All Might will die!"

5 うん終わり うんおわり un owari "Yeah, it's over."

6-7 そんな…ダメだって！ sonna...DAME datte! "Something like this...is hopeless!"

8 オールマイトが OORU MAITO ga "All Might is..."

9 わしゃ…昔たすけられたんじゃ… わしゃ…むかしたすけられたんじゃ… washa...mukashi tasukeraretanja... "I...was saved by him a long time ago..."

10 どんな姿であれ…彼の死は どんなすがたであれ…かれのしは donna sugata de are...kare no shi wa "No matter what form he takes...his death"

11 おじさまっ ojisama "Uncle."

12 俊典… としのり… Toshinori... "Toshinori..."

13 時代の節目になる じだいのふしめになる jidai no fushime ni naru "will be the turning point of the era."

1 嫌だ いやだ iya da It can't be.

2 嫌だ--- いやだ--- iya da--- It can't be---

3 ---誰か--- ---だれか--- ---dare ka--- ---someone---

1 No.403 ナンバー403 NANBAA 403 No. 403

1 The End of An Era, ジ　エンド　オブ　アン　イアラ、 JI ENDO OBU AN IARA, The End of An Era,

1 And------ アンド------ ANDO------ And------

1 The Beginning ザ　ビギニング ZA BIGININGU The Beginning

tagline 想いは今一つにーー‼︎ おもいはいまひとつにーー‼︎ omoi wa ima hitotsu ni--!! Their feelings* now [become] one--!! (*Note: This word has MANY meanings: "heart, mind, thoughts, feelings, desires, wishes, hopes, etc.")

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#100! Like Mother-Like Daughter

You found out Zeus took Kojiro and is now trying to force Both Poseidon and Kojiro to Wed in Hope that his brother won't die...That obviously didn't sit well with you so as you tried to go and get Kojiro everything in the God Section was put into lockdown-You got lucky you were hanging out with Loki before the lockdown

F!Y/n*Looks at all doors and windows are reinforced and looks at Loki*Everything is locked down! How are we gonna get in?

Loki*Looking around and patting his pants when he pulled out a key with a keychain that had N.T in them and smirks at you grabbing your arm and running to get to the tesla room*

-As the two got into was seemed to be one of Nikola's new inventions Loki puts the keys and turns it on...but goes thru the radio to pick the perfect song going with "F*ck you up! Hits"-

Loki*Has hands on the wheel*Buckle up babe~WE'RE DOING A SHREK!~

-At the wedding-

Kojiro*Was putting on a wedding dress and being held to be in place along with Poseidon, mouth covered with tape*

Poseidon*Glaring at his brother knowing he can't disobey him*

CRAAAAAAASH

Loki*Opening the door of the vehicle abit dizzy*I OBJEEECT!?*falls into the rubble*

F!Y/n*Getting out of the vehicle and jumping on the hood towards the to look at the gods and glaring at Zeus*YOU WANT MY FUTURE HUSBAND...YOUR GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME!?!

Zeus*Rolls eyes and snaps his fingers for his soldiers to attack her at the ready*

You soon enough launch yourself toward Zeus' own soldiers...MASSACRETING THEM IN YOUR PATH OF WRATH...

Zeus*Frowning*WHAT THE FUCK-SHE IS DAME!*Moves out of the way from a soldier that falls near him now being choked by viscera, grabs him, and pushes him towards the angry human*SHE'S A BROAD!KILL HER-*Stops talking when the soldier was killed in an instant he pushed him her way*

Kojiro & Posiedon*Taken aback by You easily making your way thru Zeus's best god soldiers*...

Loki*Backs you up but is soon grabbed by you and is used like a bat to hit another god*

F!Y/n*As you drive around the vehicle destroying the cake, tables, and seats on your path you speed up to the altar with an enraged glare at Zeus but stop at the last min, get off punch the last soldier standing on your path, Glaring up at Zeus*...

Zeus*Looks down at you as you grab Kojiro and throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and rolls his eyes and huffs*...

F!Y/n*Looking at the gods, pointing at Kojiro's ass and then at self*THIS ASS IS MINE!?!*Slaps Kojiro's ass to emphasize that*

Koji*Eyes widen and blushes*...

Loki: HAHA!*Laughs at the Greeks, He too is now carried like Kojiro by you*

Poseidon*Gaze on you as you leave and smirks, Interested in your display*Well then...

...You take after Mama Eve...ALSO, WE DID IT, FOLKS!100 ROR QUOTES!?!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Paige Bueckers as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 3)

She was trying to get a sneak peek of you singing one day

She could hear the lyrics too and had no clue the song is about her

So you did a cover of the song When I see you by Fantasia that you’re dedicate to your girlfriend Paige

So one day at the Women’s college basketball championship against Notre Dame you got the email that you could sing during halftime

At half time UConn was up by 8 points. You stood in the middle of the court on the logo. “Hello guys. I am (Y/n) and this is a cover song dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend Paige”. And the beat played and you began to sing. You moved around and sang with such conviction and emotion. Paige started to smile. And all her of her teammates nodded and smiled in approval of your singing.

You were looking at Paige still singing. Singing to her

Azzi gave Paige a hi5. “Your girl can sing!”

Paige giggled. “Look at my baby go!!” She said.

After the chorus played everyone began clapping their hands with the song. And after the song was over Paige walked over to where you standing. And she gave you lots of kisses on your cheek and on your lips. You smiled and started giggling. You kissed her back.

”Good job babe!” Paige said.

“Thank you!” You said.

UConn won the college basketball championship by 10 points. Paige cried tears of happiness as you hugged her tight and she hugged you tight too. Confetti fell everywhere

Ever since she saw the movie the strangers with you on Netflix she wanted to watch the strangers: prey at night with you. She loves the franchise too

she’s super appreciative that you help her clean the kitchen in the apartment

While she sweeps and wipes down the counters you wash the dishes and mop

She can make a mean delicious salad. And you eat it all up which makes Paige smile

Her cooking is to die for you love her cooking

She will spoil you with dark chocolate covered pretzels for dessert

[m1male2]

Sainte-Chapelle, the jewel of the Gothic.

Louis IX of France nicknamed the Saint, son of Blanca de Castilla (in turn daughter of Alfonso VIII and Eleanor de Plantagenet) and Louis VIII, has been considered the ideal of the medieval Christian monarch, a very devout king who dedicated his life to prayer, charity and asceticism... in addition to being the last European king to participate in the last two crusades: the Seventh between 1248 and 1254 and the Eighth in 1270, he took Saint Louis to Tunis and there he would die of the plague at the age of 56 and 40 of reign. In 1297 he will be canonized by Pope Boniface VIII.

His devotion and religiosity led him to acquire numerous relics and among them the coveted crown of thorns of Christ. Brought to France from Constantinople, Louis IX decided to organize a sacred place to keep and protect the holy collection. Thus in 1242 the construction of the Sainte-Chapelle would begin, which was consecrated in 1248. Little is known about the authorship of the chapel, it has been attributed to Pierre de Montreuil, master of the radiant Gothic and main architect of the reign of Saint Louis.

The enclosure was conceived as a reliquary or jewelry box where to deposit the precious and holy relics of the Passion of Christ. The chapel is 36 m long, 17 m wide and over 42 m high.

Its walls covered with precious stained glass windows, 15 in total, have representations, among other themes, of the Old Testament as well as the transfer of the crown of thorns to Paris.

These large openings filter the light, causing it to break down into different colors, symbolizing divine power and turning the place into a sacred and spiritual space. It is a large glass urn whose slender ribbed vaults, 20 m high, rise as if bringing us closer to God. In 1630 it went up in flames, a great fire destroyed it to a large extent and during the French Revolution its relics were stolen and many destroyed by the revolutionaries. Some were saved and are now kept in the treasury of Notre Dame Cathedral. In the S. XIX was the object of an extraordinary restoration, but preserving the spirit, fidelity and medieval beauty that it had in its origin.

[sockmeat]

 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 (𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖) -- 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 1,855

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After finding your crush with another woman on Valentine's day, you prepare to hole yourself up in your house until your shame passes. But when they show up at your door uninvited with a proposal, you discover that not all hope is lost.

(𝐀/𝐍): I’m actually proud of this,, even if the pacing is absolute dog shit

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Alastor’s a little forceful at the end (maybe, not really), Reader is a little bit of a dumby but that’s why I love her

                                                       𓆩♡𓆪

   Trudging around the house, you gathered everything you needed to survive the next few hours. It was a beautiful day out--the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the couples were buzzing down the street. It indeed was the perfect day. Anyone would be happy.

But here you are, on the verge of tears because of a man that was never yours.

    Of course he isn't yours. Everyone wanted him. He was polite, well-mannered, well-off, and attractive. He had a passion for radio shows and charming anyone he laid his eyes on--though, that could be unintentional. He had fair, olive skin, beautiful brown eyes to match, and shiny brown hair you would die to run your hands through. Who wouldn't be charmed by him? He's the perfect man.

    When you first heard of him, you followed your heart and applied to work at his studio. It was a miracle he accepted. You had no experience, after all. At first, you would only run errands for them and those he would speak with, but soon you became more. You would give him ideas and, to your delight, he never chastised you. He only encouraged your creativity. It wasn't long until you became a staple of the radio channel and Alastor became a staple in your heart.

    Like a fool, you believed he felt the same for you. You believed his heart and soul were made for you—that you were made for each other.

    Earlier today, you found him chatting with a girl, who had a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates in her hand. Her face was flushed as she looked up at Alastor with doe eyes. Margaret was known by everyone in town as a wisenheimer; why would Alastor choose her of all people?

    Your heart clenched at the memory. “I’m so stupid,” you whimper.

    Dragging your feet, you roamed into the kitchen, collecting your favorite snacks from your cupboards. As you left the kitchen, the radio triggered itself and began playing Alastor’s channel.

    “Hello and happy Valentine’s day, the holiday for passion and love! Nearly everyone has a valentine,” spoke Alastor, his voice nearly being covered by the feedback. You felt lighter at the sound of his voice. “Speaking of which, Arthur, do you have a Valentine?”

    Shuffling came from the radio before a foreign voice spoke, “As a matter of fact, I do. I have to get my wiggle on so I can meet with the missus for lunch. What about you, Alastor, do you have a valentine?”

    “Not yet, my friend, but I will by the end of the day. I’m dizzy with a dame, you see, but I haven’t seen her all morning!” Alastor sighs and Arthur hums.

“You’ll get her. Hey, butt me, will ya?”

    Out of impulse, you twist the dial to a random channel—any channel, as long as it isn’t his. Outgoing jazz music played on the radio and soothed your nerves. You kicked your house shoes off your feet and collapsed onto the couch, tossing the throw pillows and decorative blanket over your person.

    Now underneath the pile, all you could see was darkness. The song ended and another softer, smoother song played. Gradually, you pieced together a scene to cure your newfound boredom.

    A giant, golden room, bustling full of people. Every woman wore an elegant dress and every man wore a handsome suit with a unique flower. The room had a dozen pillars on the longest walls, parallel to each other, which extended to the highest point of the ceiling to make it appear round.

    On the ceiling, golden engravings complimented a giant mural. A few chandeliers hung from the ceiling, adding shimmers to the walls as the light deflected from them. Curtains, red as a rose, matched the velvet chairs that hugged the walls, all of which were empty.

All of it reminded you of him.

    You felt discouraged, the thought of Alastor bringing back the memory of him with Margaret. But you lit up when you remembered something—this is your dream! You could make anything you want happen.

    You could have a world where there was no Margaret, where you were the only dame that wanted Alastor’s hand—where Alastor only had eyes for you.

    Looking down at yourself, you concentrated on giving yourself a dress. A red, thin-strapped, sequin dress appeared on your body. Black, silk, elbow-length gloves showed themselves on your arms, and a fan in your hand to match. A pearl necklace made itself around your neck and a matching set of earrings clipped themselves to your ears.

Maybe you would never actually wear this, but you felt damn good pretending.

    Suddenly, the door to the ballroom opened. A silhouette appeared in the door frame. They strolled in quickly, cutting their way through the dancing couples and straight to you.

    As they grew closer, you recognized their face. Your heart fluttered when you realized it was Alastor. He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit; instead of a blouse and red vest, he wore an elegant, red suit with a black bow. His usual, pretty smile stretched across his face as he locked eyes with you.

    “Hello, my dear,” Alastor cooed, stopping in front of you and staring into your eyes.

    “Al,” you sighed, dreamily. “Hello.”

    Gently, Alastor brings a hand to your forehead. “Are you feeling alright? You look a little feverish,” he said rhetorically, already knowing the reason your face was hot.

    “I am now that you’re here,” you say confidently, moving your hands to his chest, suddenly feeling confident. Alastor’s smile grew as he looked down at you.

    Offering his right hand out, he said with a smile, “Would you do me the honors of being my dance partner?”

    “How charming,” you giggle. “I would love to.” Gently, you place your hand in his. Almost eagerly, he leads you to the dance floor.

    As if you were always there, you blend in with the others dancers effortlessly. Your right hand held his left, and your left hand sat comfortably on his shoulder as he held your waist with his right hand. You felt light as a feather as you waltzed across the dance floor, maintaining eye contact with Alastor at every step. Every movement he made was confident and purposeful.

    “You look ravishing, darling. I’ve waited all day for this moment,” he whispered, leaning close enough so you could hear him.

    “As do you, my love,” you gushed, heart fluttering under his gaze. Around him, you felt like an open book—one that he read as often and as thoroughly as he could.

    As the tension grew, your arms moved to loop around Alastor’s neck, while he moved to cradle your waist. He pressed his cheek against yours, nuzzling close to your ear to whisper sweet nothings.

    His murmurs were unintelligible, for you were too tired to understand, so you enjoyed the feeling of his breath fanning against your ear instead. The hairs on your neck stood on edge as you closed your eyes to appreciate the moment.

    You only opened your eyes when the whispers stopped and Alastor’s hand moved to your cheek once again. Once you came out of your bliss, you noticed the scenery changed. Instead of being in a ballroom, you were on a balcony.

    The sky was dark and littered with stars. The full moon hovered behind Alastor, making him look ethereal. You didn’t bother seeing what else changed. You were too busy admiring the man in front of you.

    “You have bewitched me—heart, body, and soul,” Alastor stated, breaking the silence. He led his other hand to cup your empty cheek. “I wish to never be parted from you from this day on. You’re all I think about. I’m crazy for you, my darling doe,” he broke eye contact for a moment to glance at your lips before looking back at you.

Like he was asking for permission.

“Oh, Al,” you mutter, thoroughly smitten by his words. “Please kiss me.”

    “It’d be my pleasure,” he hummed, tilting his head and leaning close. You reciprocated, excited to finally share a kiss with the one you’ve been pining over for so long. His eyes closed, as did yours. Your lips brushed against his—

    You woke with a jolt when you heard knocking at your door. “Rats,” you curse, throwing the blanket and pillows to the floor and scrambling to fix yourself. “Just a moment!” You yell, throwing your house shoes on and hastily fixing the couch, as well as your hair.

    “Are you alright in there? I hear a lot of movement,” a voice calls from behind the door. “Should I call for someone?”

    “NO!--I mean—” You yank the door open, breathless, and smiling. “See? Right as rain! No need to call for anyone,” You crowed nervously, nearly fainting when you saw the man you were just dreaming about holding a giant bouquet of roses at your door.

     “If you say so,” Alastor hums, glancing over your panting figure. “Right! I’m here for a proposal. Will you do me the honors of being my valentine?” He asks nonchalantly, pushing the bouquiet toward you.

    “Wait–I thought Margaret was your valentine,” you asked, ignoring the flowers and staring expectantly at Alastor.

    Alastor stepped into your house, prepared for the long conversation. “Margaret is merely a harlot, my dear. You have nothing to worry about, I assure you,” he explained without a beat.

    “...How do I know I can trust you?” You asked him, “You looked awfully happy with her.” That was a lie—you only saw the back of his head. You had no way of knowing how he felt in the situation.

    Alastor takes a step toward you, to which you take a step backward. “I love you. And I believe you love me,” he states, looking down on you fondly.

    “You’re quite wrong. This has only been an adventure to me,” you sputtle, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

     “That isn’t true, my dear. I see the way you look at me. I hear how you talk about me. You are as infatuated with me as I am with you,” he takes another step.

    Desperate for distance, an advantage, you speak, “It is true! You smiled at me, I was flattered. It was an adventure for a holiday mood,” you tell him, stepping back until your back met the wall.

     Alastor takes a moment to place the bouquet on the couch before resuming his approach. “You may as well take my heart, It’s already full of you. You walked with it the day we met,” he vowed, placing his arms on either side of you.

    “You’re a fool, Alastor,” you shutter, silently relishing in his presence. Alastor smiles brightly, pressing his forehead against yours and looking deep into your eyes.

    “But isn’t any man who falls in love?” He asks, guiding one of your hands to the back of his neck as he leans close. With one swoop, Alastor pressed his lips against yours, locking you into a kiss. Your heart soars in your chest.

You finally got the man you desire most. Maybe dreams do come true.

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

[goliadkine]

Autoportrait in Green Bugatti, Tamara de Lempicka, 1929 (cover commission for the german magazine Die Dame) // Kim Novak in Vertigo, dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1958

[mote-historie]

Ernst Deutsch Dryden, Die Dame Magazine Cover, Spring 1928.

The artwork, believed to be a finished piece intended for a Die Dame magazine cover, beautifully captures an allegorical scene of liberation and empowerment. In this thought-provoking image, we see a woman delicately releasing another smaller woman from the confines of a birdcage. Symbolizing freedom and equality, this powerful visual speaks volumes about the struggles faced by women throughout history. The artist skillfully portrays the significance of breaking free from societal constraints in pursuit of personal growth and independence. As we gaze at this photograph, it becomes evident that it serves as both a reflection on past challenges faced by women and an inspiration for future progress. With its timeless message resonating even today, this historical artwork reminds us of the importance of fighting for gender equality. It stands as a testament to the strength and resilience exhibited by countless women who have paved the way for generations to come. "Dryden/Die Dame/7/CAGE" is not just an ordinary print; it represents an era defined by determination and hope. It encapsulates the spirit of those who dared to challenge norms in their quest for justice. (x)

[artdecoandmodernist]

Ernst Deutsch Dryden, Cover for Die Dame Magazine, November issue, 1929

[lightandfellowship]

Are there any worlds or Disney stories that you would have liked to see in Dark Road? Or any headcanons for worlds Xehanort went to (after the main story)?

I think Castle of Dreams would have been a really great world for a Vor and Vidar side-story.

Why Castle of Dreams? For one, all the Disney worlds in KHDR are reused from KHUX. Realistically, that's the only pool you can draw from when thinking about Disney worlds that "could have been", because otherwise the artists on the game would've had to make completely new assets and, well, KHDR is pretty much KHUX Reused Assets: The Video Game. All the KHUX Disney worlds not featured in KHDR would work fine in the game apart from Wreck-it-Ralph since it's a special world.

Actually, I just realized Castle of Dreams is the only non-WiR Disney world from KHUX that didn't make it into KHDR. So I guess Castle of Dreams is the only reasonable choice, lol.

Two, I feel like Castle of Dreams would work well thematically with Vor and Vidar in a variety of ways. Though I don't know if I'll ever finish that fic with them I wanted to make (probably not), perhaps I'll try to create short comics of some small moments I had in mind for them instead. I can better talk about and illustrate my ideas for this world then.

As for Xehanort post-KHDR, I'd probably be more willing to draw from non-KHUX worlds since KHDR doesn't really cover that time period much, anyway. I can just imagine this theoretical KHDR sequel in my mind that doesn't rely so heavily on reused assets. Xehanort's conversation with the MoM suggests that he must've seen some pretty messed up stuff involving darkness on his "world tour", so I'd probably go for Disney properties that are like...a bit darker or more tragic than Disney's usual fare? Stuff that you'd look at and go, "Yeah, makes sense why Xehanort ended up like this."

The question then becomes, what properties? Maybe stuff like:

Bambi: Xehanort's relationship (or lack thereof) to his mother could make witnessing Bambi's mother die to hunters be pretty upsetting. Much like Xehanort, Bambi was also the descendant of a noble bloodline and was expected to do great things when he was older.

The Fox and the Hound: Involves two unlikely friends becoming each other's enemies because of who they are and what they're expected to be, so that could remind him of his relationship with Eraqus, and make him question what the future has in store for them (and Xehanort does call Eraqus a "sly fox" on multiple ocassions).

Hunchback of Notre Dame: We've only ever seen it as a Sleeping World, so we have no idea when exactly the movie's plot occurs during the course of the Kingdom Hearts series. There are plenty of comparisons to draw between Xehanort and Quasi: tragically separated from their mother, raised by someone else, forced to live in isolation away from people and the greater world, has "imaginary" friends, desires freedom, is made to feel like an outcast, etc. Quasi could make Xehanort reflect on his childhood in Destiny Islands and Scala, but in a far more negative light that ends up tainting his perception of it.

Thanks for the interesting question, Starlight!

[yandere-fics]

Wish I had like a real idea, but something smutty with Abigail sounds fun ^^ like a sparring lesson (aka discourage darling to stop being a knight lesson) gone wild or smtn, idk, I'm technically ace

(I am also technically ace, I'm demisexual. I forgot the prompt and wrote Abigail marking the shit out of her darling.)

♡ Abigail Marking Her Darling During A Sparring Session ♡

You despised your boss, it was her fault really. She had been the one to start this feud, you had previously looked up to Dame Parley as much as the next knight and yet the beast always seemed to find some flaw with your stance, the way you swung your sword, the way your living quarters were arranged, anything she could pick apart was a justification for you never receiving knighthood. You understood that the knights of the Parley squad were held to a high standard but this seemed needless. Normal knights who didn't fit the standard were transferred to a lower squad within a few months but you had been within her squad for a few years at this point, with her constantly refusing to transfer you.

Then it was no surprise to anyone when you demanded to spar with her late at night in order to prove to her that you deserved to be a knight. She of course sent everyone away, not wanting anyone to disturb your lovely little date, not that you were aware of those intentions. Still this was the first time you had chosen to be around her, and you'd picked such a romantic time for it. She'd wanted to go easy on you but you were just so cute which lead to the current predicament.

You, panting and flushed, pinned under her after she knocked the sword from your hand and you tried to retrieve it. You really were just too eager to fight her weren't you? Her sweetheart really just looked too perfect like this. That was until you started crying, oh you really were breaking her heart.

"Why do you hate me so much, Dame Parley?" She bit back a shiver as you said you name so sweetly. Normally you said it with such vitriol, but tonight you were just too vulnerable beneath her. Fuck she needed you now.

It came as quite a shock to you when she tossed her sword to the side, engulfing your lips in a scorching kiss, her knee gently rutting against your crotch and her hand grabbing both of your arms and pinning them above your head.

"Mmmh, you taste too good sweetheart, I can't believe I denied myself of this for so long." She looked like she was going to eat you alive as her other hand slowly unbuttoned your uniform shirt, seemingly taking your silent shock as approval of her actions. Her mouth attached itself to your neck like a leech, like she'd die if she didn't leave her mark on you in some way.

"D-dame Parley, what the fuck are you doing?" You could deny that it felt good but this was supposed to be a sparing session to prove your worth. Was this some sort of freaky torture to show you just how far beneath her you were? You could have sworn she hated you.

"Shhh, just let me get my fill, we have hours before anyone wakes up." Yeah that didn't exactly answer your question, though when you stumbled back into your tent in the early morning with shaky knees and a neck covered in proof of her through loving, you realized your boss had completely different intentions for you. Fuck you really should have transferred sooner.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.

pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.

The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.

You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.

Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.

King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.

To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.

Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.

You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.

Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.

Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.

Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”

He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.

Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.

The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”

Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”

Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.

The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.

Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.

Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.

After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.

Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.

Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.

He never was.

The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.

“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.

The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.

While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.

Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.

You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.

Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.

“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”

Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.

Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.

From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.

When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.

You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.

What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.

The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.

Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.

“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.

He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.

“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.

“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.

Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”

“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.

Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”

“Years of workin’, princess.”

The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.

Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.

Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.

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Okay. Random thoughts and notes from Lovers Naoto au! I'll just lay out the team roles here again for clarity as this post goes on.

Wildcard - Kanji

Magician - Rise

Star - Teddie. Still

Chariot - Yu

Priestess - Yosuke

Emperor - Yukiko

Lovers - Naoto

Fortune - Chie

Alright. Time to just. Lay a bunch of them out! Putting a cut here cause it'll probably end up long, don't wanna clog any tags with Long Post :)

So the idol group Naoto's in, Royale, they're all pretty close. Naoto, Prince, and the member called Knight were the first two chosen for the group at age 12, with the last being the member Dame at 13. They're all the same age, Naoto being the oldest by like. A week, and Princess pouts about it all the time

They have assigned colours! Naoto, Prince, is Blue. Knight is Yellow. Princess is Pink. Queen is Purple. And Dame is Red. They're like, the rising group at this time and, it's causing stress for poor Naoto

The girls call him Naonao, but not Knight. She only calls him Naoto, they're the closest of the group. She's always been his number 1 supporter, and. They're in the same boat, kinda. She's, very gay. Having to pretend to be into Prince, is hard

Queen's changing room is the one that they find the camera in. That's what sparks Naoto into having his breakdown that forces their rest period. Idiot was pushing himself

--

When Naoto renegotiates his contract, the agency reluctantly agree to stop forcing him to keep his T doses cut in half, to keep his face pretty and shit. And, surgery dates. And, when he returns after his recovery from top in Inaba at age 17, the agency. Realize they can actually use this

He's got very minimal scars, and it's rather easy for them to cover them for music videos and shows. So, they have a party themed album. Night life theming or something. All that matters is they're covered in glow paint handprints, and Naoto is in a mesh shirt

Rise. Buys that poster immediately. Hangs it in her room and longingly stares at Naoto. Maybe she has a cardboard standee of him that she talks to like a therapist. Very "oh Ariana, we're in it now" energy. Except that's her boyfriend

--

AND FHE RECOVERY. I HAVE MANY CUTE IDEAS

Naoto gets it done in Okina, so the gang is there to have a boobless and high Naoto handed over to them by the idol girls. He's. Very giggly. Slurring his words as he talks at length about Neo Featherman on the drive back in a van borrowed from Junes

Rise and Kanji stay to help him heal. Kanji is there for just a few days to carry the drowsy Naoto around, and. Rise stays the whole time and longer. She missed him. Also, someone needs to make sure he doesn't overwork himself again

He's real sweet the whole time, cuddling and smiling all gooey at her. He missed her! And he feels a lot better now. Back feels better, he can breathe better, he feels, more himself. He's glad he got a whole month to recover with Rise

--

Naoto with. Face scruff. None under his nose, but. His chin gets real scruffy before he notices. And man, Rise loves it. His fans don't get to see him in the morning when he's unshaven, that tickly blue scruff on his chin as he shuffles around the kitchen making breakfast. That's for her eyes only

--

For the final Royale shoot, right as theyre going to all retire at age 20-21, their agency ends up doing a whole special photo book and magazine. A special farewell to the group, as it were

There's a few pages for a beach spread of course. The girls in, revealing suits. And Naoto, both surgeries over with and healed, is handed some flattering shorts

He feels good. They make him shave all over so he's. Smooth. But, he mentally notes to get the IT together for another beach trip again

...Rise also buys these

--

Now. Back to their first meeting

Rise: H-HELLO IM RISE AND I LIKE YOU A NORMAL AMOUNT

Naoto: ...uhm. hi? Could you step aside? I have to run an errand for my grandfather and. You're standing in my way

Rise: ...*oh my god I got in his way I'm going to die.* hahaha sorry!

--

Naoto: ...now you know what I'm truly like... I'm sorry you had to see that,

Rise: we all have our things we hide,, it may change some things about the way I see you, but, overall, I think I'm still your number one fan. Both as Prince, and, as Naoto

Naoto: ...*fierce blushing*

--

Rise likes to pinch at his cheeks. He's still got a little of the Roundness that first year, and, she loves how flustered he gets when she just. Does something so simple

--

She starts taking photos of their friends making fake angry faces and adds the caption "are you binding safely"

He finds them. Somewhat amusing. But also the one of Kanji is. A little scary

--

Naoto's bedroom starts off real plain. The one in Inaba. To the point where when the team goes there to get clues, there's. Nothing. But slowly, as his break progresses, he gets more little decorations

So when he goes to stay during his recovery, it feels a little like coming home

--

Princess: I think your little girlfriend hates me

Prince: hi this is Rise!! And yes I do <3

Prince: SORRY SHE TOOK MY PHONE

Princess: lmao I like her!! Don't mess this up

--

Dame: if you don't marry that girl I will

Prince: WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM

Dame: she's cute, and remember, we have the same type, mister. Treat her right or I'll make her *my* lady

Prince: I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF HURTING HER

Knight: buddy she's teasing you

Prince: ...

Dame: HAHA

Queen: leave him alone he's gone through enough this year

Princess: lmaooo I bet he's bright red! Cherry flavoured Naonao!

--

Dudes who like Royale: man that Prince is lucky, being surrounded by those four pretty girls all the time

Naoto: I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot

--

The big thing that doesn't change is that Rise still stares at the fire alarm every damn day

--

Kanji and Rise doing each other's nails, Naoto hugging Rise from behind and rambling about Phoenix Ranger or something

Kanji: they really don't take advantage of your collarbones dude! Tell your stylist they need to highlight them more, you've got manly ass collarbones

Naoto: ...thanks, I think

--

Kanji: yo, do you two wanna have a first years sleepover?

Rise: ooh! That sounds like so much fun!

Naoto: I mean, I don't see why not,

Kanji snoring on his bed with Naoto and Rise passed out on the futon, some romcom still blasting on the TV

--

Rise: Naokun and I will help you find a boyfriend!

Naoto: we will?

Kanji: you will?

Rise: yup!! A manly man, someone perfect for you!!

They do not succeed.

Naoto: what about Yu?

Rise and Kanji: he's gay for Yosuke

Naoto: ...is. Yosuke not straight?

Rise and Kanji: he isn't. Hadn't figured it out yet

Naoto: ah

Naoto: sorry, Kanji

Rise: yeah,, we're sorry,,

Kanji: dudes, I knew this would be the result. Thanks for trying. You're my best friends

--

Naoto: HELLO. I NEED YOUR HELP

Kanji: wassup little dude

Naoto: I PLAN TO PROPOSE TO RISE WHEN MY CONTRACT EXPIRES NEXT MONTH. COULD YOU BRING HER TO KYOTO FOR A BESTIES TRIP?

Kanji: wait why are you in Kyoto

Naoto: AGENCY MOVED

Kanji: hell yeah man true love

Kanji sobs the whole time. And at the wedding. He just loves their love okay?

Kanji: congrats on the dick surgery man.

--

Like. Maybe a week into bottom recovery for Naoto and-

Naoto: thanks,

Kanji: I brought over my Play Station so we can game in your room. I bought Phoenix Featherman Arena too, it was supposed to be your birthday gift but I suppose it works as Penis Gift

Naoto: if I wasn't straight for Rise I'd kiss you

Kanji: ...I'm good without a kiss man

Rise sits behind Naoto and massages his scalp as the boys play. She. Tried for a bit, but she isn't too good

She prefers to dote on her boy

Rise: med time!

Naoto: noo, they make me sleepy,

Kanji: it's cool man we can play tomorrow!

Rise: we'll both be with you, all night

Naoto's soft snores, Kanji sounding like a fucking. Chainsaw level of snoring. And Rise occasionally humming softly

--

Naoto: ...babe why is there a poster of me from the party album on the ceiling in your room

Rise: you looked really good

Naoto: ...please take it down while I'm here

Rise: fine,

--

Remember, this is Navi Naoto

Naoto: Rise, you're low on health! Make sure to get some healing!

Yosuke: HEY IM LOW ON HEALTH TOO

Naoto: ...when did I ask?

Yu: if I had a healing move I'd heal you Yosuke

Yosuke: thanks bro

Rise: apologize to Naokun and I'll heal you too, Yosuke

Yosuke: WHAT

--

Yosuke is surrounded by queer people.

Cause. Kanji is very gay, Rise is bi, Naoto is bi and trans, Yu is gay, Yukiko and Chie are both gay-

Yosuke: I'm the only straight one...

Yu: ...we just made out. You're not that straight

Yosuke: we're wearing socks, it's not gay

--

Yosuke getting saved by the fucking. Rainbow parade that is the starting trio in this au

--

Rise rejoining Naoto at the like entrance TV set every time with a big leaping hug

"you did good,"

"Thank you!! It's cause our Navi always has my back~"

Yosuke: I hate them

Yu: ...you did wonderful

Yosuke: I wish Rise jumped at me like that-

Yu:

Ten seconds later they all hear Yosuke shout in pain cause. Yu jumped on him

Naoto: ...ignoring them-

He's cut off by a kiss

Rise: sorry!! You're just, too cute with those glasses,

--

Rise always wears flats. Especially since it makes her just short enought that with Naoto's platforms she can be under his arm

--

They're awful during the ski trip. Naoto and Rise. Always trying to sneak kisses but they're not sneaky at all

Yosuke: guys. Where are Rise and Naoto

Chie: probably making out

Yukiko: probably

Yu: they bought hot chocolate, I saw Naoto in line there

Kanji: they're probably making out yeah

Yosuke: damn, I'm so jealous of Naoto!

Yu: ...

Yu: we were making out the other day. Your hand was in my pants

Yosuke: yeah, the back. That's not gay man!

--

Chie: okay, let's bet. How far until Yosuke admits its gay? I'll say. Pants off, both sides

Yukiko: hm, hand in underwear

Kanji: both butt naked

Yu: ...full on. Actual gay sex.

Chie: ...dude,

Yu: ...why do I love him

--

They're not usually the couple to make out constantly. Typically it's, sweet kisses. Spending hours together, Rise napping while Naoto watches Featherman. But. They do occasionally get carried away. It happens more as Naoto gets his T increased. But that first year? They're not too much

--

Rise: *giggling* your hair is so soft, I could play with it for hours,,

Naoto: sjfjfufhfj,

Rise: awe!! You're all blushy,, gosh, now I *have* to kiss you

--

He just. One hand in her back pocket, the other, palm flat on her back, fingers just under the hem of the comfy T-shirt she stole from him

Rise trails her kisses up towards his ear, sucking a quick mark right under it, where she knows Naoto's weak. He's a puddle on the couch, and she can kiss down to those Very Nice collarbones before he'll recover enough to pull her back in for some proper kisses

Naoto: I wanna, flip

Rise: go for it, big guy~

Naoto: its a thin couch, babe. I. Both of us need to work this out

Rise: ...oh, right

They awkwardly shuffle, until it's Rise lying back on the couch

Naoto: ...did you leave a hickey on me again?

Rise: *giggling* maybe~

Naoto: grandfather is going to so kill me...

Rise: well, as pay back, you can give me some?

Naoto: what do you mean some? Is there more than one? Rise-

She quickly pulls him down for another long kiss

--

After his bottom surgery, the rest of Royale just drive him right to his place in Inaba where he has three months off to heal and be with his friends. It went a little rough this time, he reacted weird to the anesthesia and his legs are. Wonky for a bit

Naoto post surgery just talks the other idols' ears off about how he can't wait to see Rise again

Knight: Im driving so someone else please LIGHTLY poke at his side for me

Dame: DIBS

Knight: anyone but Dame.

Naoto: I mish her so much,,,, wanna. Kiss her, and snuggle, and, maybe take her shirt off-

Princess: oh my god I'm going to do it. I'll tape his fucking mouth shut-

Queen: I'll be giving your recovery care package to that Kanji boy, right?

Naoto: mmmmmyewh,,, him. Him and, and my Rise are gonna watch over me,,,, *little giggle* I'm gonna get to see Rise again!!

Knight: yeah. Give it to the big guy. I think Ms Rise is gonna be a bit occupied with this one

The van isn't even parked and Rise is running up to open the back door

"NAOKUN!!"

"RISSSSSSSSE,"

She gives him a tender smooch, ruffles his hair

"hey, Handsome. You're looking so good!"

"Youre soooo pretty,,,,"

Knight: where's Kanji? We were told he would help get Naoto inside

Rise: KANJI! THEYRE HERE

Kanji comes out in a little pink apron with kitties on it, ready to carefully carry Naoto up to his room: sorry, I was making him his favourite ramen

Naoto: KANJIIIIIIIIII!

Kanji: hey little man, feeling okay?

Naoto: I got. Dick. I'm, great,

Kanji carries him up all slow and gentle, Rise with his blue duffle over her shoulder, getting hugs from the rest of Royale. They've come to adore her through Naoto. The photos, the way his face would always light up at her texts,,

--

The others come by to visit Naoto who. Has been coming down from the pain meds and is less than happy his friends are around while he's stuck lounging in bed in just his boxers

Naoto: I wish I could put pants on

Rise: I don't

Yosuke: BLECH, WAIT FOR US TO LEAVE, DAMNIT!

Yu: ignore him. We're happy you're feeling more like yourself, Naoto

Naoto: I'll feel better once I'm healed. Looking down and seeing. Unhealed surgery results. Can be horrifying

Rise: the first time he got up to piss in the night on his own he screamed and fell over

Kanji: Yeah I thought he was being attacked so I grabbed the chair

Naoto: it was very embarrassing

--

Kanji: okay, you're healed enough for a bath. You've got three options: you bathe alone, you have one with me, or one with Rise. Either way, I have to help you into the bath

Naoto: ...no offense, but. Kanji. Why would I choose to bathe with you over my girlfriend?

Kanji: we're bros

Naoto: I'll share with Rise, thanks. But. I'll have a towel around my waist until I'm in the water. I'm sure Rise can help me to get that resorted afterwards

Kanji: whatever you say man. I'm game to keep my eyes closed

Naoto: do not handle me with your eyes closed. Please.

Rise: I'll be there to help guide him though!

Rise slips into the tub behind Naoto, helps him remove the little waist towel, and then they're just. Relaxing in a warm bath

Rise: I have to sponge you down, but. I think we'd both prefer some skin time first

Naoto: mm. I've missed you so much,

Rise: I know. But, this is your last year. After that, we can do whatever! I can move to Tokyo with you if you want to continue being an idol, or you can move here with me, and we'll take over the tofu shop, or do our own thing

Naoto: I love you more than I. Ever imagined I'd ever love someone. You're truly special, Rise

She presses little kisses along his shoulders, hands tangled with his under the water

Rise: I understand, cause I feel the same about you!!

Naoto: this is gonna be the best three months ever ...

Rise: mm~ you just worry about healing, mister. Then we won't have to rely on Kanji to carry you around like a little doll

Naoto: yeah that's. Embarrassing.

Kanji: LET ME KNOW WHEN I NEED TO LIFT THE BOY

Naoto: I'm 19,,, I'm a man, right Rise?

Rise: ...hm? Yeah, yes of course, you're my man too.

Naoto: ... are you thinking about the scruff?

Rise: I MISS YOUR SCRUFF PLEASE DONT SHAVE WHILE YOURE ON BREAK

--

Rise tracing on the light hairs on his chest, smiling as she trails down to the patch growing just under his belly button

Naoto: uhm. Babe?

Rise: sorry, got distracted. Do you need something?

Naoto: ...please move your hand. *Please*.

Rise: ...OH IM SORRY

Kanji: hey I made cookies!

Kanji: ...why are you both blushing like that

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THERES MORE SO MUCH MORE BUT. I WORRY ABOJT THIS BEING TOO LONG SO. YEAB

AK ME ABOUT THIS AU I LOVE IT SO MUCH

[munsonology]

idk why or how but i’m thinking about detective!noir!Eddie interrogating noir!Reader while railing her against this stone wall and she’s not allowed to cum until she gives up this certain piece of info that she’s afraid to say, because she’s afraid she’ll get knocked off for snitching. But ofc she has nothing to worry about because det. Munson would do anything for that little dame.

the plans I have for detective munson and toots are WILD!!!!

She’s the femme fatale who’s husband mysteriously vanished, she doesn’t seem to care if he’s dead or alive. He can feel the attraction growing between them. Eddie tries to downplay the heat between them, but she knows when a man wants her, they all want her.

“I know you want to fuck me detective,” she says in the alley behind the police station. “Or are you not man enough.”

Eddie’s eyes darken. “Watch it.”

She laughs and it sickens him how the throaty chuckle goes straight to his cock. “I’ll fuck you better than that little priss I saw you with last night. Does she get wet?”

“Shut up.”

She reaches for his hand and slides it up the skirt of her dress. His fingers touch the garters on her thighs, lace stockings graze against his skin. He can feel wetness on her thighs. “That’s all for you, detective. I know she’s not taking care of you, not how I would.”

“I said knock it off!”

“Would she take it up the ass like I do?”

Eddie snaps in a rage. He reaches for her neck, his grip tightening around her throat. Her plush lips rise in a smirk. “Life your god damn dress,” he says darkly.

“Make me. Detective.”

He pains her around and shoves her face first against the brick wall. He lifts her dress, ripping her flimsy panties in the process. She lets out a gasp when his palm takes her by the neck again.

“You going to let me fuck you up the ass?”

“Yes detective! Please!”

Eddie takes her wetness from her sweet cunt to her puckered hole. He feels her tense as his cock pushes in. His hips thrust violently against her. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, detective!”

Eddie’s fingers play with her clit. He pinches the hard bud between his fingers before slipping two inside her cunt.

“You tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you cum,” he says in her ear. She pushes back against him, his heavy sack beating against her.

“I can’t! He’ll kill me if I do.”

“Who?”

“I won’t say.”

“Then you won’t cum.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Quiet down! You want the whole station to run outside, see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat? Life’s not fair Toots.”

Eddie keeps fucking her, taking her to the brink of orgasm then pulling back. The ground underneath them is wet from her slick dripping down her legs. “What was that you said about getting wet? Look like you pissed yourself,” he chuckles. “Are you a pissy girl?”

“Yes!”

“My pissy girl? Huh, you wanna cum or you wanna piss?”

“Anything! I’ll do anything, please just let me cum Eddie!”

“Info first toots!”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll tell you…but I want protection.”

Eddie leans into her neck. Their skin covered in sweat. “I’ll kill anyone who puts a hand on you,” he says.

“Even my husband?” She asks quietly.

His ears perk up. So the bastard was alive. “Even your husband, toots.”

“Promise?”

He kisses her collarbone, lips lingering to feel the pulse of her heart. “Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die?”

Omg they’re so toxic I love them 😭😭

[kikkieabby]

Where is Wyll

*Big explosion*

Tav - *looks nearly dead* I'M ALIVE!! Oh my gods I thought I was done for...where's Wyll?

Shadow - *scratched up and covered in blood* What?

Tav - Where's Wyll, he was right next to me.

Astarion - *Looks perfectly fine* Could be one of the many corpses around us.

Shadowheart - Why do you look unscathed?

Astarion - "Please, after the sun temple incident, I know better than to be near her when she sees buttons, levels, or fire. As we can both see."

*Dead bodies everywhere*

Tav - *Gasp and tears up* Oh no! He wasn't supposed to die like that!

Shadowheart - How was he suppose to die

Tav - Drunk and stupid! Like a warrior after busting into a hot dame! I will avenge you Wyll!

Shadowheart - Everyone is dead already!! who are you going to exact revenge on!

Tav - The one that made the explosion!

Shadowheart - YOU!!!???

Astarion - I speak for everyone in this party when I say, no more drugs and wine for you.

*Wyll pops out from the rubble*

Wyll - What I miss?

Tav - HE LIVES!!

Shadowheart - Oh thank you Gods...