#powerful masculinity

[stylerenders]

[houseofkhaddar]

[kinky-cas]

cas is doing courtly love nonsense because that’s the framework for romantic/erotic love thats most compatible with his ideas of how angels are supposed to be. meanwhile dean is like hey lancelot can you cool it with the noble knight shtick for 10 minutes and just answer your damn texts?

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 FREE WRITING LESSON — THE MOST POWERFUL CHARACTER DEPTH TRICK YOU’LL EVER READ.

Let’s say your character sucks.

She’s flat. Predictable. “Strong” in all the wrong ways. Let’s call her Nicolle. Or Carol. Or whatever name Hollywood gave her.

She’s a superhero. She’s got powers. She’s got sarcasm. She takes no shit. She leads the squad. She’s admired by everyone — and loved by no one.

You’ve seen this character before. Now watch what happens when you give her one secret she doesn’t brag about.

Nicolle has two sons.

She’s raising them alone — to become men like her late father: A man who sacrificed everything to raise her after her mother disappeared, broke, or gave up.

The world sees Nicolle as the apex of visual empowerment. But the world doesn’t see:

The arguments with her boys’ father — about what being a real dad means.

The prayers whispered in the dark over a fevered forehead.

The way she ghosted the only man she maybe wanted, not because she’s flaky — but because she doesn’t know if wanting love makes her a bad mother.

The nights she tucks her boys in, then collapses into her bed, staring at the ceiling, heart full of ache, because she gave the world her strength but kept no one to hold hers.

They don’t see the days her sons cry after watching her get slammed through buildings on TV.

Held by the throat. Left for dead. Motionless for seconds too long. Until she rises — because she has to.

They don’t see the breakdowns. They don’t see her flinch.

They assume she doesn’t feel fear. But the truth?

She feels it every single time.

She’s not fearless. She’s never been. But fear is a luxury she doesn’t have.

That’s a luxury for men. She is a god. And she will make any threat scream that truth — as she crushes it beneath her bleeding hands.

Because when demons invade, tyrants rise, and monsters descend, She suits up.

Not for hashtags. Not for feminism. Not for attention.

She suits up because the idea of her sons growing up in a world she could’ve fought for and didn’t — is more terrifying than death itself.

And she will not let the universe teach her boys that their mother ever cowered.

🔺 THE TRIFECTA THAT MAKES ANY SUPERHERO NEXT-LEVEL:

Intimacy. Contradiction. Duty.

Intimacy gives them a soul — something they protect more than their own body.

Contradiction gives them depth — because perfection is forgettable, but conflict creates memory.

Duty gives them immortality — because we remember those who bled for more than applause.

Give a character that trifecta — and suddenly:

She’s not annoying. She’s haunting. She’s not fanfiction. She’s canon. She’s not shallow. She’s legend.

✍️ That’s how you fix a weak character. You don’t soften her. You give her something to fight that fists can’t touch.

And suddenly?

She’s not a girlboss. She’s the last myth your enemies ever tell themselves before they die.

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[idkstuffiguess]

why does no one see the beauty in (pre-transmigration) a relationship reveal for Cumplane being

Shen Yuan: *The lengthiest fucking most intricate hate comment under the newest chapter of PIDW like footnotes quotes cited sources*

Shang Qinghua: Babe please…😭🥺

Shen Yuan: You don’t get to fucking babe me with this fucking writing

[soup-mother]

this is probably a strange train of thought but A short history of transmisogyny talking about the way colonial police officer talked about arresting Hijra, stripping them, shaving their heads and forcing them into mens clothing is making me think again about the way that our society sees masculinity as a favour to people? like by forcing someone back into the role of "man" you're helping them and empowering them even if they don't want it.

just sorta vaguely in the direction of the whole thing of like "well you see being forced to wear womens clothes is seen as humiliation, being forced to wear mens clothes is seen as lifting you up in status".

idk quite how to describe it but yea like being forcibly detransitioned as a transfeminine person is seen as like....dragging you out of being weak and confused and pathetic back into "the real world" and the position society insists you must fulfil, no matter how miserable it makes you and no matter how much they hate you as a man too. like it's not even out of "kindness" it's obviously hateful, but it's justified almost as "putting a man in his place" in a way that makes cisgendered people feel powerful.

[anetherealpoetess]

john ronald reuel tolkien really put his whole tolkussy into his description of elrond:

... and as kind as summer. all time beautiful phrase to pen about a male character.

[godhasforsakenthee]

sam getting hit with one of those "bully pretends to confess" scenarios, but sam who is so young and desperate for some kind of affection is completely blown away, someone likes him? He even lets the guy almost kiss him, but before they can, the asshole pulls back and laughs in his face, calling him all sorts of horrible names

sam can't help but cry, because he was young and he felt so stupid, he's almost out of school when a hand catches him on the shoulder and its Dean

he looks pissed as hell and demands to know whats wrong, but sam is too afraid to tell him because dean doesn't know that he likes guys and doesnt want dean to think that he's stupid for falling for such an obvious prank

but dean pries it from him eventually and in a split second sam is chasing after dean who is already on top of the asshole, beating the ever loving shit out of him

and sam's stomach is churning and he's hyperventilating, his heart is racing and his palms are sweating---not because he's horrified at how far dean was willing to go over something so insignificant, but because he just realized that he likes it

sam likes when dean is violent, he likes watching dean fuck people up for him, it satisfies the little part of him that yearns for someone to love him so thoroughly that they would kill for him

[stylerenders]

[trixxedheart]

It is amazing how the "people that love and uplift transwomen" website will instantly fucking maul a transwoman if she even remotely insinuate that using radfem rhetoric harms trans people

[felikatze]

basil making me think abt isabeau's repression specifically in the context of his transmasculinity and i am going to explode

there are precisely Two Men in isat. isabeau and the king. both of them are Big Guys. both of them are rock types

yeah. yeah of course isabeau is gonna muzzle himself. he doesn't want to be like the other guy

in this essay i will--

[andropill]

See how blank his eyes are? All thinking are squeezed out in exchanged for transformation and girth. In achieving something great, you need to make sacrifices and soon enough you will be rewarded. With big muscles and a fat cock, you won’t need to think ahead on what to do but just fuckn do it bro. Lift some weights, take the pill, and forget about what others think. You are doing yourself a favor by turning into a fuckn God that men and woman would beg to be bred.

[vitaminkenjoyer]

maybe im just not enough of a cerseihead to see the vision but ive never gotten the vibe that if she was just given a sword and lessons like jaime everything would be fine or she would be not as bad as she is in adulthood and thats mostly cause sword training is uncomfortable n sweaty and physically demanding and i just dont think cersei gets down with all that

[shisasan]

Women are meant to be pursued with holy fire and reverence, met with the full force of a man who knows her worth, who comes with strength, not control, and stays to honor her in love.

[asexualbuthorny]

you know what i hate?

when bitches wobify Mu Qing and make him into a twink and i especially despise it when they do it for a ship with Feng Xin.

and okay he's not as muscular and more lean (hence being describes as looking scholarly) but do y'all fucking forget the man is a martial god in his own right? by no means is that man a damsel in distress that needs Feng Xin to constantly save him. he's smart, he's cunning and yeah he had a few vulnerable moments but by no means is he a poor wet meow meow he would kick your ass and laugh at you for being a failure. and yeah he's more lithe, especially when he's constantly next to Feng Xin who is kind of hypermasculine in fandom portrayals and impo (general "gigantic masculinity" anyone?) and those two are THE SAME FUCKING HEIGHT so why is Mu Qing always drawn to be much shorter than Feng Xin. and also maybe let's factor in the fact that Mu Qing was poor when growing and likely had to go without food so the lack of proper food while growing probably had an effect on his development(this just a hc btw but still it tracks). also this whole thing kind of smells really bad when people take Mu Qing, who is described as scholarly, and feminise him. it's really giving "EUGH!!! school is for girls!! only boys play sports!! academics=lame, feminine girly, war=cool, MASCULINE, done by REAL MEN URGH!!!"

y'all saw a man who is a war good who doesn't conform to your idea of a "war god" and went "no❤️that one is a femboi catboi twink who gets bent over by that one who DOES conform to my basic, no nuance idea of a war god"

get bent xoxo

[piroulinewafers]

𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: pirate captain! caleb x afab! cabinboy! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the captain discovers his cabinboy isn't truly as they present themselves to be. if they want to act like a boy, then he'll treat them like one. 𝐜𝐰: noncon, abuse of authority/power imbalance, threats of death, degradation, anal, misgendering, masculinization. reader is referred to by gender neutral pronouns but is afab.

the ‘black siren’ cut through the churning sea like a blade through silk, sails full, hull groaning against the wind’s bite. it was a sharp, moonlit night, one of those rare, perfect balances between quiet and tension. 

captain caleb stood at the helm, boots braced, gaze locked towards the endless dark. the wind toyed with the red-lined edges of his coat, and somewhere below deck, laughter from the communal baths echoed through the boards. 

his barely heard it. his mind was elsewhere— caught on the small, clumsy steps and voice of his so-called cabin boy. and behind him, like a shadow at his heels, his cabin boy moved with silent dogged loyalty.

the boy was slight, scrappy, always too breathless, always wearing his clothes too baggy, hair pulled back in a messy tuft. he was skittish, awkward sometimes in the way he avoided bathing with the others or shrank from the casual slap on the back. caleb had watched it all in silence.

for months now, he’d let it go.

let the boy carry barrels he could barely lift. let him scrub the deck until his fingers bled. let him curl in his hammock at night, half-sick with exhaustion but still quick to rise at a barked command. 

he worked hard, caleb would give him that. and hard work, even in a body too soft and too small for the brutal demands of piratcy, was worth something. but it wasn’t the lack of strength in his arms that stirred suspicion in the captain’s mind— it was the way the boy flinched when anyone got to close, how his shirts were always buttoned high even when it was sweltering out, the way he’d disappear when it was time for a dip in the sea. 

caleb allowed all of it. he indulged it. had even, in weak moments, thought that their quiet loyalty, his trembling eagerness to please, was… endearing. 

how pathetic. 

the final straw had come that night— when he’d come down to the bathhouse himself and watched him scramble to cover a chest that shouldn’t have been there. the towel had clung too tightly. the blush at his cheeks, the fear in his eyes when their gazes locked— it said everything he hadn’t.

and caleb did not tolerate liars. 

the door to his quarters slammed open, and he shoved him— **it** through. 

barefoot, dripping, still clutching that cursed towel to it’s chest— it looked small. frail. like something fragile dressed in borrowed skin.

he hated it. 

“you’ve got some goddamn nerve,” he growled, voice like cold steel. “paradin’ around this ship like a man. like my crew.”

their lips parted. “captain, i— “

“shut it.”

his hand shot out, and gravity buckled beneath their feet, forcing them to their knees, pinned— not by any form of touch, but by the sheer pressure in the air around them, like the weight of the sea pressing down on their shoulders. 

“you think you’re clever?” he snarled, stepping toward them, slow, dangerous. “you think hidin’ behind a ponytail and a bindin’ makes you invincible? makes you one of the boys? gives you the authority to lie to me?”

his violet eyes burned into theirs, voice growing quieter, crueler. 

“you’re not a man. you’re not even a good liar.”

they trembled beneath his gaze, lips quivering. 

“i didn’t mean to— “ “you didn’t mean to?” he laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “you lied to my face. every damn day. you ate with us, sailed with us, slept under my protection— and all the while, you were hidin’ like a damn coward.”

caleb stepped in closer, gripping their wrist, hard enough to bruise. his other hand lifted their chin, forcing them to meet his eyes. 

“you wanna act like a man so badly?” he sneered. “then fine, i’ll treat you like one. you’ll wake with the crew, scrub the deck ’til your fingers fall off. i won’t go easy on you either, not because you’re… whatever you are. but because you’re a dirty fuckin’ liar.”

they shook, trembling before the captain as their eyes filled with unshed tears, clumsy words spilling past their lips. 

caleb simply sneered, his grip on their wrist growing tighter, nails digging into the delicate skin. “you’re not a man, you’re barely even a boy.”

he leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against the cabin boy’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. “but if you’re so intent on actin’ like a man, on bein’ one with my crew, then i’ll treat you like one.”

“wake with the crew, scrub the deck ’til your fingers fall off, face the same punishment as any other man caught in a lie. i won’t go easy on you either, not because you’re… whatever you are. but because you’re a dirty fuckin’ liar.”

caleb’s hand slid from their wrist to their throat, his fingers curling around the slender column, feeling the rapid flutter of their pulse. “and if you can’t handle it, if you try to run or hide like the coward you are…” his other hand drifted down to their chest, fingers splaying over the towel, feeling the racing heartbeat beneath. “then i’ll be forced to make an example of you. a reasonable punishment for a liar and a deceiver.”

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, his voice low and cold as the grave. 

“i’ll tie a cannonball to that little ankle of yours, drag you to the bow and push you overboard. let you sink to the bottom of the sea and feed the fish.” his hand tightened around their throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make his point. “that’s the fate of liars, boy.”

the captain’s eyes raked over the trembling figure kneeling before him, taking in the way the damp towel clung to curves he had previously ignored. he could feel the heat building in his groin, his breeches growing tighter by the second. 

they were pretty in a delicate, fragile way. and despite the fear and desperation in their eyes, he could see the glimmer of something else. 

his other hand drifted lower, skimming over the swell of their chest, barely concealed beneath th towel. he could feel their nipple stiffen under his touch, betraying their arousal.

“i’m not a liar, captain,” they gasped out, voice shaking but determined. “please, i didn’t mean to deceive you. just wanted to prove myself, to earn my place on your crew.” they insisted, their eyes, those damnably alluring eyes, meeting his. 

caleb scoffed, his grip on their chin tightening after moving it from their throat. “you want to prove yourself? then prove it now.” his grip was punishing, forcing them onto their feet and shivering them against his desk, knocking over a pile of documents. 

“you say you wanna be treated like a boy?” he snarled, voice dripping with disdain as he pinned them against his desk uncomfortable. “i’ll give you the same welcome a new boy gets on this ship.” his other hand fisted in their hair, yanking their head back, forcing them to meet his gaze. 

“i didn’t mean to upset you, captain— “ they forced out, yelping softly. 

“upset me? you lied to me, boy. straight through your teeth like a damn dog.”

he pressed two thick fingers against their lips, rubbing the pads roughly against the soft flesh. “it’s best you keep this clumsy mouth of yours shut.” he commanded, voice a dark rumble. 

they parted their lips, and he shoved his fingers inside, pressing them down against their tongue, feeling them gaga and choke around the intrusion. drool leaked from the corners of their mouth, dribbling down their chin as he pressed harshly against the centre of their tongue. 

eventually, he jerked his fingers from their mouth, allowing them to gasp for hair. he stared at the saliva coating them, grimacing before he wiped his fingers clean against the cabin boy’s skin, and then his own pants. 

“beg for forgiveness,” he demanded, not meeting their gaze as his hands drifted lower, skimming over the flat plane of their stomach, the dip of their navel. the towel was discarded, pooled at their feet as they stood bare before the captain.

they panted harshly, chest heaving, tears streaking their flushed cheeks. “please, captain,” they choked out, voice hoarse from the short-lived abuse to their mouth. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to lie. i just— you know i’d never lie to you on purpose!” 

“i don’t know you at all.” caleb forced out, brows drawn to a furrow as his fingers dipped between their legs, rubbing roughly against slick folds. he circled their clit, the sensitive nub stiffening under his touch, betraying their arousal despite the fear and shame in their eyes.

“this,” he pinched the small bug between his fingers, twisting cruelly. “such a tiny little cocklet you have. not even worthy of the name,” he mocked. “no wonder you tried to hide it ‘nd pass off as one of my men. no real man would want to be seen with a cock as pathetic as this.”

they whimpered, squirming beneath him, trying to close their legs but he forced them apart, forcing his leg between them. 

caleb’s hand drifted lower, he could feel the heat emanating at their core, could see the glistening arousal coating their thighs. but he paid no mind to their dripping cunt, ignoring their body’s desperate pleas for stimulation. 

instead, his fingers drifted further back, skimming over the tight pucker of their asshole. they tensed beneath his touch, a whimper spilling past their lips as they instinctively tried to clench themselves shut. but caleb was not deterred. he pressed the tip of his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, pushing insistently until the tip popped inside, forcing a sharp gasp from his cabin boy.

with a bruising force, caleb flipped them around,  bending them over the desk. they gasped once more as their chest pressed against the cool wood, scattering the remaining papers and knocking over an inkwell. the dark liquid spilled across the desk, staining the parchment and dripping onto the floor.

“keep fightin’ me, and you’ll get a lot worse than a sore ass,” he growled, hiking their hips up and forced them to arch their back. he could feel the way their body trembled with fear and reluctant arousal as he grabbed the globes of their ass, squeezing the firm flesh before delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. 

they yelped, trying to squirm away, but he held them fast. his other hand fumbled with his breeches, undoing the laces and shivering them down to his knees. his thick, hard cock sprang free, the swollen head already dripping and aching with need.

“;et’s see what passes for a cock on a lyin’ little thing like you,” he sneered, gripping their hips and forcing their ass cheeks apart. he spat crudely onto their tight rosebud, his saliva dripping down the cleft of their ass. it wasn’t the best aim, but he didn’t care. they didn’t deserve the luxury of pleasure.

caleb rubbed the head of his cock against their hole, feeling it clench instinctively at the foreign touch. 

“so small,” he mocked, rubbing his thick length against them, spreading and smearing the saliva. “you make a damn pretty boy, i’ll give you that.”

caleb pressed forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist him. with one brutal thrust, he forced his thick cock past their tight entrance, the sound of their screaming echoing in his ears. he didn’t bother waiting for. them to adjust, just started fucking into them with hard, sharp thrusts that shook the desk and rattled the remaining bottles of ink. 

the captain grimaced as their scream pierced the air, grabbing a fistful of their hair and yanking their head back, forcing them to arch their spine more sharply. 

“shut your mouth,” he growled, his voice tight with exertion and cruel amusement. “no one wants to you scream like a dyin’ cat.” he shoved two thick fingers into their mouth against, pressing down on their tongue and muffling their thighs as he pushed them into the orfice as far as he could, knuckles uncomfortable pressed against their lips. 

“fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he grunted, gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises. his balls slapped against their ass with each thrust, his cock plunging deeper, spreading them open around his thick girth. he set a brutal pace, fucking them hard and fast, not giving them any time to get used to the intrusion at all. 

the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by his grunts and groans of satisfaction. he was sure that their pathetic little boy-clit, their so called ‘cock’, was leaking all over the desk, aching for a touch it would never receive. 

“bet your tiny prick is droolin’ all over itself now,” he taunted, slamming into them harder, feeling their whole body jerk with each thrust. “watchin’ a real man fuck your ass, claimin’ you, ruinin’ you for anythin’ else.” he could feel them trembling, could hear the muffled whimpers around his fingers as he used them. 

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be put in your place, to be reminded of where you belong? to be treated like a real boy?” 

caleb could feel their slick arousal coating his cock, easing the way for his brutal thrusts. his fingers found their clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in rough circles, feeling it throb against his touch, forcing more thighs and more squirming from them. 

“such a needy little thing,” he sneered, pinching their clit between his fingers and rolling it, tugging on it as he fucked into them harder, deeper. “i bet you’re close, aren’t you? ready to cum like the desperate slut you are?”

he could fee his own release building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of them, thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied his heavy load deep into their bowels. caleb groaned long and low, fingers digging into the flesh of their hips, hard enough to leave deep, angry red marks as he rode out the waves of. his intense orgasm.

a pathetic cry left them as their own body convulsed, nails digging into the desk, trying to cling onto something, anything, but only leaving helpless scratches on the wood.

caleb could feel them clenching around him, their body instinctively trying to push out the foreign intruder, but he just gripped them harder, forcing them to keep his load inside. 

as the last tremors of his climax faded, caleb slowly pulled his softening cock out of their abused hole. they whimpered as he withdrew, a flood of their combined juices leaking out to drip down their thighs. he gathered some of the excess on his fingers, smearing it across the back of their thighs, rubbing it against their folds, like a perverse mark of his claiming.

with a low sigh, he brushed their hair from their face, petting their head almost tenderly as they slumped over his desk, panting and shaking. “there now, such a good boy.” he murmured, his voice still rough but softer than before. 

“you’ve got spirit, i’ll give you that, lad. and a tight, greedy little hole.” he chuckled, giving their ass a light smack that made them jerk and whimper. “i’ll think about forgivin’ you, boy. you’ve earned that much, at least.” he stepped back, tucking himself away and straightening his clothes.

however, his somewhat attempt at “kindness”, if you could even call it that, was short-lived. “clean yourself up and get dressed,” he ordered. “i won’t have you loungin’ in my office like a wanton harlot. don’t mistake my mercy for kindness.”

they clumsily obeyed, stumbling as they stood up on shaky legs, wiping at the mess between their legs with the cloth he had earlier thrown at them, smearing the evidence of his claiming on the fabric with shaky hands. he could see the way they winced as they moved, could imagine the ache in their ravaged hole. 

“i want you gone by the time i’m back, boy. and you should rest up. you’ll need it, if you intend to keep up with the rest of my men.” 

the captain didn’t look back as the door shut hard behind him, leaving them alone in the quiet, to pick up the remnants of the wreckage left in his wake. 

𝐚/𝐧: i love pirate captain caleb... it's mermay so if you REALLY think about it, this is on theme too. i want to write stuff for mermay, thinking abt siren! reader nd pirate caleb or maybe siren! caleb... thinking hard.