#pretty sure men can be queen but not certain

[rey-jake-therapist]

Whenever I rewatch season 1 now, it breaks my heart a bit to see how relax and happy Sauron was around Galadriel. He smiled, laughed, joked, bickered with Galadriel, he ate and drank... the man had the time of his life!

I mean, you can say it was mostly an act to manipulate Galadriel if you want, but there's no way it was all fake. There were several times when we saw him react to a certain way while neither Galadriel or anyone else was watching. It's even more obvious now that we see him in his Annatar form : every time he fakes an emotion for someone, as soon as their back is turned his face is closed. It's pretty terrifying. When I see some people claim it's exactly the same thing he's doing with Celebrimbor as he did with Galadriel... I have the feeling they missed the point, somehow.

One thing noticeable is that he was constantly looking at Galadriel, whenever she was close to him he couldn't just stop take his eyes off her. Call me delulu all you want, I'm sure her presence explained a lot why he was so relax, happy and shall I say.... Kind? I mean, the one time she went away without him he nearly killed four men 😭When Gal was here, he behaved !

No wonder why he's so grumpy now as Annatar. He has no one around him who's got enough light to balance the darkness that consumed him. The moth lost his favorite flame, and now he's constantly bitter, dead eyed, unable to laugh anymore, and cruel. Someone here noticed that we never see him eat or drink anything. Darkness, unbalanced, has taken over again. For good, we know.

The only time we see a glimpse of his Halbrand self reappear is when he notices the resemblance between Mirdania and Galadriel, and it's again a question of light. It starts as pure flattery from his part to manipulate her, but his smile at his moment seems sincere. More sincere than any other of Annatar's smile, anyway.

Imho, Sauron was dead ass serious when he told Galadriel that with her at his side, he wouldn't be dark. It doesn't matter that he was right or wrong ; I think he really meant it, because he had already felt the influence she had on him.

I believe the last thing he wanted was for Galadriel to become a "dark queen", though it would have happened eventually because he would have influenced her just as much as she would have. He didn't want her to become like him, but to prevent him from getting worse. He wanted her to fix him, basically.

We can thank Charlie Vickers for his stellar acting. What a wonderful portrait of a complex "man" he's giving us here....

[thefallofruins]

── “Conception” [Ryomen Sukuna]

Requested by anon — Hey, love ur writing. All the smut you've written for the jjk men is soooo hot. Would u be interested in writing feral ritual sex & breeding kink w sukuna? Like he's obsessed w the thought of his precious little queen having his child, but since he's a curse he has to put in some extra effort to make sure it takes & doesn't harm her. I'm just obsessed w the thought of the bid bad king of curses being soft for his little baby (& ofc the babymaking process). Love u and wishing u a good day.

Warnings — breeding, inflation, lactation, dumbification, dacryphilia, pregnancy. MINORS DNI.

Sukuna was a greedy man. Sure, he had his lovely queen, the only one who had ever managed to tame him. He never desired any forms of human companionship till you came in his way with the pretty little face of yours and an ever charming wit.

But he hungered for more, recently.

Sukuna had never even thought of having a family. He held no desire to procreate, but over the time, staying with you, learning about your own desires of a family someday— it grew over him like a disease. To see you with his offspring, his heir. The need to get you pregnant, the desire so primal in him that all he could think of was that. He was utterly obsessed.

So, now that you are in the privacy of your room, who were you to deny the king of his wishes? Sukuna always gets what he wants. And you learnt so when you saw that look of hunger in his eyes. He was so certain he'd knock you up tonight. And you were too, considering his actions.

"Look at you..." he growls, taking the sight of you all in, eyes glassy and desperate, sweat glistening off your pale skin as he pounds into you without a drop of mercy. Your lips tremble as wanton moans of his name escape your throat. "Meant to be a mother..."

All that occupied his mind was to see your belly round with his brood, to see how you'd glow with his child in your womb, to see how much more prettier you would you get with your tits growing heavy, your kimono tightening around them as they fill up with milk. With that thought and the feeling of you tightening around his cock, he releases into your womb, cock nudging against your cervix as he fills you to the brim.

It wasn't enough, of course.

A helpless mewl escapes your lips when you feel him moving again. "S-Sukuna..." a whine escapes your lips. He tuts, a smirk forming on his face as he resumes thrusting into your oversensitive cunt. "Not so fast, my lovely Queen..." he says, a finger reaching to pinch and tug upon your hardened nipple. "Need to make sure I breed you well..." he says, his pace increasing as he speaks, "You'll be carrying our baby soon..."

"N-Ngh—! 'K-Kuna...'s too much!" you complain, your mind almost going blank when you feel him hit your cervix again. And again. And again. But he shows no sign of stopping. "You can take it, my queen....you must give me a child. An heir...." he softly brushes the hair out of your face as he pounds into you in a harsh manner till you feel a knot build in your stomach once again.

"S-Sukuna..Ahh...c-cumming...!" you moan as he increases his pace, making the knot of your stomach snap, squirting over his cock and making him chuckle darkly. "Mmm...pretty..." he says softly, not stopping his movements till he fills you up once again. His seed filling your womb for the second time for the day. You whine at the feeling, there was no way his plan to impregnate you was failing at this rate.

"Sukuna..." you mutter his name softly as he pulls out of you slowly, giving your forehead a soft kiss. Perhaps it was an apology on behalf of the long night he was planning ahead. Giving you a moment to prepare yourself, he watches his cum ooze past your pussy before he rams into your poor cunt again.

"S-Sukuna-ah! p-please...." you whimper, it was too much! but it was also only the beginning. He is a curse after all, he has to take extra efforts to make sure he impregnates you, no? "P-Please...too full!"

"Sssh...." he says, grunting as he feels the gummy walls of your cunt clamp over him. "You need to give me a child, my queen..." he says gruffly, wiping the tears that roll down your cheek. It's too much! "You're gonna make such a beautiful mother...belly round with my child. F-Fuck...gonna breed you so well tonight."

Another thick load, followed by another, soft praises escaping his lips, thumbs brushing your tears away. You were too full with his hot and sticky seed, too overstimulated, your brain mushed to the point you couldn't think about anything except being bred my him. About being pregnant with his heir. About fulfilling his desire. About making him a father.

Your belly appeared to bulge a bit from the amount of cum he's stuffed into you. Your womb overflowing with his seed. And yet— Sukuna wasn't satisfied. He kept going, and the last thing you felt was his cock still buried deep into your cunt, a heavy load released into yet again. He lies next to you, cock slipping out. His seed flowed out of you in large amounts as he brushes the strands of your hair from your face and softly kisses your forehead. "Rest, my Queen..."

Of course his efforts had paid out. And it was just what he imagined. You were glowing with his child in your belly, he simply loved to caress your round belly as he held you, praised you for carrying his heir —so incredibly proud of his queen and his little one that was growing in you.

He loved to see the tightness around your chest, the stains on your kimono as your breasts grew heavy. The blush on your cheeks when he told you he'd relieve you of the overflowing mess— slurping and drinking upon the sweet nectar greedily.

He absolutely fucking adored to see you crochet little clothes to welcome your little one, sitting on the bed with a round belly as you knit together a cute and tiny sweater for the to-be-coming-soon member with your eyebrows scrunched together as you poured your focus into it.

And when the little one was born? Sukuna never knew he could be so soft. He would spend his days with the little one cradled in his arms, his pride growing when he saw him perched upon your hip, walking around — just being the amazing mother he expected you to be. He would make sure no harm ever befell the two of you.

He now sits with the two of his only loved ones, with something on his mind again— maybe in the upcoming years, he could have more of this. A big family with his wonderful queen.

Sukuna was a very greedy man, after all.

taglist: @x-lunawrites-x

[lewisvinga]

the designer vs. the model | charles leclerc x fem! reader

summary; fans begged and begged fashion icon and designer y/n to help charles out, luckily for him, she gave him the girlfriend effect

fc; jennie kim

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs

note; requested !

masterlist !

liked by yourbestfriend, and others

yourusername: cannes film festival; the design, before & after 🎀

username: AN ICON

username: i knew she’d eat this gala up😩

yourbestfriend: my beautiful talented best friendddd😻

yourusername: hehe love u xx

username: her talent needs to be studied

username: pls style charles_leclerc he needs help

username: studying fashion to be just like y/n!

username: y/n we need your talent on the f1 grid specifically in the ferrari garage specifically charles_leclerc

username: heyyy girl, u gonna need to share your styling talents w a certain monegasque 😁

username: oh i just know she’d give charles the girlfriend effect

username: STYLE CHARLES_LECLERC

yourusername: whaaaa ö

liked by pierregasly, yourusername, and others !

charles_leclerc: new profession: photographer

username: omg y/n liked!

username: we bullied him into only wearing sweatshirts and jeans omg 😭😭

username: thats what he gets for his horrendous style…

pierregasly: imagine you as a photographer 😂

charles_leclerc: hey! i’m not too bad!

username: yourusername pls help this poor man , he has very poor fashion taste🙏

username: ok this fit isn’t too bad, plain! but not that bad!

username: yourusername mother pls help father out

yourusername: i think the people want me to style you , haha !

charles_leclerc: my style can’t be that bad, no?

yourusername: it could use some improvement…

charles_leclerc: well, i’m open for suggestions!

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; don’t worry ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna make sure he has a good wardrobe 😇!] [caption 2; designing n making some new pieces for his closet 😵‍💫]

charles_leclerc uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; the forced smile after i showed her some outfit ideas…] [caption 2; her real smile after i got her a latte for being patient w my poor fashion skills😁

liked by yourusername, carlossainz5, and others !

charles_leclerc: photo dump , but do you notice any new fashion improvements ? 😁

yourusername: much better than those horrendous blue and white pants …

charles_leclerc: they weren’t that bad

yourusername: cha…… they were horrid

username: wait…. he fr looks good

yourusername: he’s got a pretty face but thats just enhanced by the better fashion sense!😁

charles_leclerc: u think i’m pretty?😊

yourusername: ur my prettiest model

username: OH HELLO

username: hes 100% dating y/n bc thats an improvement from that horrid blue outfit 😭

username: muy buenos días y que vivan los hombres 😍 [very good morning and long live men]

username: his style is improving, everyone cheered!

username: the sigh of relief i just let out

carlossainz55: mate, you have everyone relieved from your new fashion improvements 🤣

charles_leclerc: and i can see why after i looked at my old outfits…

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: the designer vs. the model 🌸

tagged; charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: where would my closet be w/o you, chérie…

yourusername: unfortunately, seen in the public

charles_leclerc: my favorite and the most prettiest designer ❤️

yourusername: you’re my favorite and the most prettiest model 💞

username: oh my goodness gracious me

username: STOPP THEYRE SO CUTE😖😖

username: she got him a good pair of glasses thank u queen y/n

username: them at the basketball game together 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username: we’re abt to get the best charles outfits thank u y/n😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

yourbestfriend: watch your back sharl she was mine first

charles_leclerc: womp womp she’s mine now

yourusername: ladies, ladies, there’s enough of me to go around ( btw yourbestfriend come over asap i need to do another fitting on u )

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Last word (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aemond instructs you on the importance of protecting your virtue. Featuring bratty reader and the good old enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Smut. Titty sucking. Degradation. PWP.

A/N: I have the most dreadful cold because I can’t dress for the season. I did as I often do and reread one of my comfort books, Seducing Mr Bridgerton. Here you go. I needed to get this out of my head.

“What were you thinking?” Aemond drags you towards the carriage, barely allowing your feet to touch the ground. He gestures angrily at the coachman, but you are too furious to care.

“What was I thinking? You are the one sneaking around the Street of Silk when your father just died. I thought you…”

“What?” Aemond snarls, roughly pushing you inside the carriage. “You thought I needed your help? You thought I was as weak willed and pathetic as Aegon, coming to drown my sorrows?”

You gape at him. It’s exactly what you were thinking, although in much harsher words than you would have used. When you saw him and Cole leave the palace, you had a rented carriage to follow them, worried about Aemond.

He was not the easiest man to be around. But he was your betrothed, and you worried about him. And you guessed he cared about you, in his own twisted way. He was not the most affectionate of men, but he tolerated your incessant questioning and chatter, as he called it.

It is to be noted that Aemond didn’t make the task of caring for him easy. Yet, you worried either way. Not only because it was your duty to do so, but because you were friendless in the Red Keep and had nothing better to do.

To Queen Alicent, you were the perfect daughter-in-law. She often mistook your interest in Aemond’s whereabouts for devotion, when at best, you two tolerated each other.

Perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest choice, to follow him on a borrowed carriage. You had promised the merchant a few silver dragons for it, leaving him stranded on the Red Keep. Your curiosity had been picked when you saw Aemond and Ser Criston go out of the Red Keep’s walls dressed as commoners. Not wanting to lose them, you had not bothered to change, and showed up in Fleabottom in a gown much too pretty for it.

You were certain you were about to get mugged when Aemond showed up and dragged you back to safety. There had been a couple of men eyeing you in funny ways, and two women you were pretty sure were whores had offered you company.

“I don’t need your compassion, you fool.” Aemond sat down next to you, scowling. It was not the first time you angered him, but it was the first time you saw him this pent-up. He looked like he was about to strangle you. “You should not have ventured outside. It’s too dangerous.”

“Oh, too dangerous? What were you doing out without guards, then?” Thinking yourself so discrete, you sniffed at him. He smelt like usual. No traces of cheap perfume, nor alcohol. No whores, no ale houses.

“Cole and I split up to search for Aegon. I was not drinking, you silly woman.” Aemond leaned in, to let you smell his breath. He smelled strongly of tea. Nothing more. Still, you scowled back in principle. “Besides, it’s different. I am a man. You are a woman.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You crossed your arms over your chest. Aemond politely averted his eye from you, looking flustered.

“I can defend myself. You can’t.” His eye was firmly on his boots. You were so not letting this go, not when you had the upper hand. Perhaps you were a petty person, but no one liked being told they were defenseless, even when it was technically true.

“I can!”

“Oh? What if instead of me, it was another man dragging you out of that alley? You don’t even carry a dagger, for the Seven’s sake!” Aemond looked at you. He might have a point about that. Not even a few minutes ago, you had shrieked in terror at what you thought was a stranger trying to drag you away. A dagger could have come in use, and in fact, you owned one. A small silver one, that Aemond had gifted you, and you had not thought to bring along.

“Not that I would know how to use it.” You mutter, weakly. You are starting to lose the argument and don’t like it.

“I told you I would teach you when we had time.” And it wasn’t like he truly wanted to teach you. The dagger had been gifted to you only after a pointed comment from his mother, reminding him loudly that young ladies expected gifts when courted. By the horrified look on Queen Alicent’s face when you had opened the carved box, this was not what she had had in mind.

It had been clear then, with Aemond making half serious promises to teach you how to use it, that the dagger was meant to annoy his mother and not as a gift. Weaponized incompetence, never more aptly named. Alicent had not asked him again to put any more effort in wooing you.

“But you never have time! You are always running after Aegon.” It came out more bratty than you intended, and it only served to rile him up further. Aemond pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning to face you once more.

“Because that’s my duty, you hare brained…” His tone was full of venom, and you wouldn’t let the slight pass. You hated when he made remarks about your intelligence, always thinking himself the smartest in the room. Perhaps you had not had the chance to receive the same education as him, but you thought yourself moderately clever. Aemond, instead, thought you were empty-headed and only concerned with pink ribbons and silks.

“Don’t! I am not…”

“Oh, but you are.” Aemond grunted, before roughly grabbing your face. The sudden motion surprised you, and so, you only gaped at him. He looked like he was about to murder you. Idly, you wondered if you had finally pushed him to his breaking point.

But instead of murdering you, Aemond leaned in and kissed you. It was not the first time it happened, really. He had kissed you before. Once, at Alicent’s prompting, on the forehead. Another time, your cheek, icy, during your name day. Never on the mouth before. And never in anger.

After a few more seconds of absolute and utter shock, just as Aemond was starting to pull away and apologize, you were kissing him. Furiously. You compensated your lack of experience with rage, pushing at his mouth, biting at his lips, until he budged.

As you parted, both of your chest heaving up and down in strangled breaths, Aemond still took the time to chastise you.

“No concerns for your honor… No concerns for your safety…” Aemond kissed your cheek, almost feverishly. His lips traced the contours of your jaw, and like a man starved, he buried himself in the crook of your neck.

It was hard to take him seriously, though. Whatever anger his face held, it could not be seen by you. He was too busy kissing imaginary paths down your neck for it.

Unexpectedly, it felt good. There was a pleasurable heat forming right on your stomach. You wanted so badly to melt against it, turn into butter in his arms, but you knew Aemond would never let you hear the end of it if you did.

With a mighty pull on his hair, that made him yelp like a kitten, you got him off you, and shifted to straddle his lap.

“I am concerned.” You grumbled, biting at his jaw. He was actually quite handsome, you realized. How had you not noticed sooner? “I would fight you, if it wasn’t you.”

You kissed him, a lot more brutal. Aemond hissed. Apparently, he took issue with his hair being pulled so roughly, or perhaps your lips on his felt good.

“You are not. I bet you would have let any man jump you in that alley.” His tone was angry, but his hands told another story. They were cupping greedily at your hips, squeezing your ass.

“By the Seven!” You groan, unable to be angry any longer. His hands feel warm and big against your hips, too good to complain. There is something hard poking at your stomach, and you try to bring a hand towards it, but Aemond rolls you over and pins you down before you have the chance.

With your wrists pinned down above your head, laying on the borrowed carriage’s seat, there is not much you can do. You look up at him, helplessly.

Aemond leans in, and presses a kiss right above your pulse point. He follows it with another, slightly lower this time. And another, and another. Until his lips are bumping against your collarbones, and he looks up at you with a desperate eye.

He looks wrecked. Hair in disarray, flushed cheeks, swollen mouth. He still wears the angry scowl.

“I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” Aemond whispers, as if telling you a secret. He rubs his thumb over one of your breasts, making you arch under him. It’s unlike anything else you have ever felt. You feel as if that simple touch has set you on fire. As if you are burning up in need.

“Aemond.” You plead, desperate for anything that he is willing to give you.

“I despise you. You are the most infuriating, nagging woman I know.” He tugs the bodice of your dress a little lower, kissing the start of the path between your breasts.

“And you are a pompous, terrible man.” You answer, almost in reflex. Then, because you are furious he is having such an effect on you, you go the extra mile and add. “I rue the day I have to marry you.”

“Sure.” Aemond mocks, sucking a bruise at the top of your breast. He pinches your buds, almost cruelly. You gasp, not knowing if you should pull away or closer.

Giving you a little respite, his hands come to undo the first buttons of your gown. That allows him to pull it a little lower, baring your breasts to him. But instead of going straight for the prize, Aemond takes his time exploring the curves of your shoulder and neck.

You are so desperate for him, you think you might beg him to kiss your breasts. Your poor, ignored nubs ache.

“I despise you.” You mutter, hoping it does the trick. To your surprise, Aemond laughs. Laughs. Him. Before, on the days you were most lucky, you have gotten him to smile.

“I know you don’t.” He says, as he finally, finally, starts sucking at your breast. You moan, tangling a hand in his hair.

Aemond is many things. Determined is one of them. He keeps at it, until you are moaning so unashamedly you think the coachman must be hearing you. You are building towards something, wetness gathering between your thighs, back sweaty, Aemond’s skillful mouth wrapped around you.

You risk a glance at his expression. The vision is almost obscene. His eye is closed in bliss, cheeks flushed, seemingly unaware of the effect his actions are causing on you. His hips are doing small aborted motions against your leg.

You feel as if you are on the edge of something. You scratch his scalp with your nails, needing just a little more. But at the exact moment he opens his eye to look at you, the carriage jerks to a stop.

Hurriedly, you nearly throw him off you. Any second now, the coachman will open the door, and he cannot see you partially naked under a man, no matter if it’s your betrothed.

Aemond, not even needing to be told what the issue is, quickly rightens himself. As the coachman opens the door and goes to help you out of the carriage, Aemond dismisses him with a wave of a hand.

He gets off the carriage in an agile little jump, and offers you a hand.

“I think, betrothed, you don’t rue the day you will have to marry me.” Aemond whispers, as he helps you down. He kisses your cheek, making you squirm. The memory of those same lips in other parts of you is too fresh not to. “I think you are awaiting the wedding night so impatiently, you must be gushing.”

Your cheeks heat up at the double entendre. It’s true, you are beyond wet. If Aemond was not so stuck to his own moral code, if he didn’t think himself superior to you, you would tell him. But you know if you do, he wouldn’t help, but deny you. So instead, you lean in, hand grasping at his thigh for support.

“I think, my Prince, you should look into a mirror. Because that…” You point between his legs. “Looks painful.” And with a kiss on his cheek, you leave him there, standing next to a borrowed carriage and having to endure the humiliation of paying for the ride.

You cackle all the way to your rooms. He will probably have his revenge later, embarrassing you in some way, but you are too high in your triumph to care.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Could you do something involving Kid and Killer for that one piece crossing au please 👀

Separate or poly, whichever you want to do ~

I think that I have just the thing for them and I’m pretty sure that I might be able to handle the two of them being poly, my apologies though in advance if I don’t do them right

But let’s get into it before I potentially start rambling about something! And I hope that this is good! I tried my best!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Violence, Murder, Sentient Video Games, Kid being Kid, Stalking, Writing Similar to Old Creepypasta, Obsessiveness, Noncon, Loss of Hope

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can imagine that you’re the next person to wind up with the One Piece Crossing game and let’s say that like how you got your hands on it was that it appeared in a used games store for dirt cheap and you were hoping to get your hands on at least something like Animal Crossing

You returned home and you got comfy before booting up the game, you did the typical stuff of customizing your character and setting the time and all that but eventually it came time to pick your villagers

You hit the random button so many times as you had picked pirates over marines, you hoped to find something that fit your aesthetic but none of them really stood out to you

Shanks and Benn, Luffy and Zoro, Roger and Rayleigh, Omatsuri and Muchigoro, Bear King and Honey Queen, Doflamingo and Crocodile

None of them seemed to fit your type until you pressed random one last time and wound up with not Kid and Killer but two other characters instead, the two of them seemed like they would be pretty alright and match your aesthetic

Like let’s say that your aesthetic is like soft and cute, these two fit it pretty well however when you go to press confirm that these are the villagers you want

Random gets hit one more time by accident and suddenly you don’t know who you’re heading out with until you arrive at the island and dread fills you when you see who you got. Two punk looking guys who look like they don’t at all match your aesthetic

It’s disappointing but it is too late to go back and change it so you’ll just have to make do with these two as you go through the tutorial and figure out how to do things

As you go through the tutorial, you talk to what’s going to be your fellow islanders and find out that although Kid is rather grumpy and makes fun of you for having trouble with certain parts of the game. Killer is at least chill as he does make comments like “You really can’t get it?” before sighing and slightly assisting to get it out of the way

Eventually when your individual homes are set up and the tutorial has ended, you’re free to start having as much fun as you’d like here on this island

You make progress through the game and start trying to customize the island to fit your aesthetic, you start around your home with a very soft almost Sanrio esque aesthetic that just feels pleasant to look at but as you start stretching it out

That’s when trouble arises as you place down an item just a bit too close to what Kid must deem as his territory causing him to rather aggressively and rudely kick it over telling you to not put that kind of shit near his and Killer’s part of the island

These are just characters in a video game so you decide to wait until Kid isn’t around to place it down again only to be stopped this time by Killer who picks it up and gives it right back to your character with a “Don’t…”

It’s getting irritating as all that you want to do is decorate your island so you reload the game when it’s late at night and when the game indicates that the two men are asleep, you decorate and put the game down for the night when you’re done

The next time that you pick up the game… Guess what’s waiting for you in your mailbox? It’s a letter from Kid and Killer with a gift attached! You open it up only to find that it’s an item labeled as “Ruined Object” and the letter simply states “Don’t try that shit again!”

It took a long time to get this item in the game so you decided to talk to them only to find a new option for conversation in the dialogue box when you spoke to Kid called “I have a suggestion” and when you picked it. He told you to be quick

You were then presented with two options one that suggested you halve the island with them and the other being to insult him but considering how he and Killer ruined your object, you could not see that going well for you so you picked the first one

“Finally you’re talking sense… What do you have in mind?”

This brought up the in game map showing the island, Kid gave his suggestion first of very little of the island for you but you gave yours and drew a line down the middle of the game map. He didn’t sound happy but he told you to keep your shit on your side now

You continued the game after that and it seemed like everything was going well, you decorated your side of the island exactly how you wanted and they decorated their side too to fit their own style

When you would wander your island, you would occasionally see them on your side usually just wandering or needing to talk to you about something like “I found *insert object* and it looked like something you might want” or “Have you seen Kid anywhere? I can’t find him…”

These conversations would typically be short and the items that they gave you usually were your aesthetic but customized to be more in their style causing you to usually store it in your home inventory space or just get rid of it altogether

Eventually though you opened the game map one day to see that Kid and Killer had moved in with each other as there was one less house on the map, you went to see what was up thinking maybe one of their houses burnt down but when your character knocked and went in

You almost immediately turned around and left with a face bright red in real life the two of them were currently engaged in some very passionate activities with each other in their home, it was safe enough to say that you had your answer as to what was going on to make them move in together

They entered a relationship with one another and the game made it so that they moved in with each other as a result of it

You really weren’t expecting that sort of graphic scene to be in a game like this but then again, it wasn’t exactly straight up animal crossing so you just tried to forget it until you got a letter telling you to take a picture next time as it’ll last longer…

The game continued on after that with you hopping on for at least an hour everyday to do stuff, a few more villagers even moved in as well. Heat, Wire, and a few other people as well who all choose to live on Kid and Killer’s side of the island

It didn’t bother you though considering they much more fit in with their aesthetic anyways

There were a few days where you didn’t play as you were busy and whenever you returned, the two of them almost seemed slightly curious like “Where were you yesterday?” and “Don’t sleep so much… I’m not gonna wake you up if you do…”

But it was one day however when you and a friend of yours decided to try something as they had a copy of animal crossing and wanted to see if they could visit your island

So you did and your friend’s character was soon running around your island with you, the two of you were having quite a bit of fun as you both played around in every way that you both could think of but that fun started to come to an end when one of your villagers wandered onto your side of the island

It was just Killer at first who came up to you and asked who that guy was when you choose the dialogue option of him being your friend, Killer’s model visibly looked your friend up and down before turning back towards you and telling you to straight up ditch them before ending the conversation

After that, you continued to hang out with your friend but oddly enough you kept running into your villagers. It wasn’t just Kid and Killer who you kept running into either as you even encountered a few of the other villagers

All of whom told you that Kid and Killer were looking for you like “Killer wants to talk to you about something” or “Kid has something for you” but you always just ignored them thinking you could see them later

Eventually though, Kid came out of nowhere and entered a conversation with you while you were in the middle of something. You tried to speed through his dialogue by mashing the button but by the end of the conversation, he looked visibly pissed

Once that was done, you couldn’t get rid of him as he followed you and your friend everywhere like were you and your friend just trying to fish together to catch something? There’s Kid standing right in between the two of you

Honestly he almost seemed to be trying to get your attention too as he would make jokes about the small fish that your friend would pull up but if you pulled up a small one then he would give a gruff “Nice job”

This only ended when your friend finally left and you both agreed to meet up on his island next time due to the actions of your villagers

And when you did, you had a ton of fun but when you had your character return to your island. Almost immediately they were practically swarmed by Kid and Killer who demanded to know where you had been

Then after you selected the dialogue option to tell them, they looked visibly angry like “Didn’t we tell you to ditch that guy? They’re not good for you…” among other things

Eventually you got tired of it and decided to shut the game off while they were speaking as it wasn’t like you were going to lose any progress and besides you needed a break from that shit…

Especially when you hopped on the next day only to find your house that you had worked so hard on looking absolutely trashed

So you took a break for a good long while and played on your other consoles whenever you got the urge to play something, you even spent time with your friend in real life and the two of you got closer. You didn’t start dating but it could be assumed that you were

When your friend told you that they had something to give you on the game, you booted up your console at the same time that they did only for something that made you scream bloody murder to happen

Almost as if you had suddenly stepped into a horror movie, a large metal hand shot out of the screen and grabbed you in its grasp, your friend tried to pull you out of its grasp as you were pulled in but wound up getting sucked in too

Once you both had crash landed, you saw that you were being held by Kid as he wrapped one arm around you that kept you pressed tightly into him no matter how much you struggled

Your friend was lying on the floor looking dazed and confused, they barely even got a chance to register anything before they were suddenly cut down by Killer and as their blood was splattered across the floor, you found yourself as the center of their attention

“What do you think you were doing cutting us off like that when we were trying to talk to you?”

“We told you to ditch that guy and you brought them over… You mind as well have fucked them right in front of us with how close you two were!”

You of course tried to fight against the two of them with tears in your eyes as they both dragged you home, your island had been completely changed as well by them and the others. It was practically unrecognizable

Your home was no better as it had changed for the worse, the entire thing was completely in their style compared to yours as they dragged you upstairs. They threw you onto what used to be your bed and suddenly you were seeing notifications pop up in front of you

All things saying that while you’ve been asleep, Kid and Killer took over the island as its new leaders and completely got rid of the fact that you halved the island with them. They renamed the island as well and not only that but apparently entered a relationship with you as well

With eyes wide, you read all of them and didn’t quite know what to think but you didn’t have much time to think as you were slammed back onto the bed quite roughly to the point where you were sure you would have a nasty bruise

”If you want to cheat in front of us with someone like that then we’ll just have to remind you of who exactly you belong to…”

And it was after that when your outfit was completely ripped away from your body as they held you down and used your body like it was a sex doll as they made you move into so many positions and made you do so many things

By the very end of it… You were so relieved that it was over as you were covered in sweat, tears, bruises, bites, and a lot of cum…

“Better not try anything like that ever again…”

There was no escape from this game and you were stuck here forever with the two of them, they forced you to dress in a style exactly the same as them and treated you like a toy

They would tell you that they loved you dearly so there was no reason to act like you were trapped in some kind of horrible situation, you just needed to be reminded of who you belonged to is all and they were sure that you would be good now

Over time, they did start to become more kind with you even if just a little bit as Kid did start actually allowing you to leave the house without one of them. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere but they did tell you that these things could be revoked if you acted up

Eventually once you were good enough, Killer even allowed you to have something from your aesthetic and despite the slight bit of comfort that you felt when you held it

You knew that it could be easily taken away from you at a moments notice especially if they ever saw you trying to find a way out of the video game and back to the real world

Really truly… You just needed to accept that you would be here forever… There was no way out with them…

They had taken over your island, they had forcefully started a relationship with you, and they had shown what they were willing to do if you ever misbehaved too much

Plus what would you tell the police about what happened if you ever made it back? Your friend had been pulled into a video game with you and murdered by the characters? Like they would ever believe you

So… You were going to stay here forever and simply hope that maybe one day just one day, you would potentially free

Although you knew you never would be

[seiya-starsniper]

17 for the drunk confessions. I snorted out loud reading that one. 🤣🤣🤣

I can be mean and ask you to continue the SnowBaz + Dreamling fic. But I will once again leave it to you. Go wherever your brilliant mind tells you to go. 💜

17. "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

This was SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE you have no idea ahahahahaha. I did modify the prompt just a smidge for maximum comedy. And of course, I set this in the SnowBaz Human AU 💖💖💖

[Part 1 Here!]

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Hob isn’t sure what deity he’s pissed off to end up in his current situation, but he’s fairly certain somehow it’s all Baz Pitch’s fault.

“You’re such a greeattttt friend,” Morpheus Endless slurs right before he stumbles over a crack in the sidewalk and falls forward. Had Hob not already had his arms around the other man's shoulders, he’s certain Morpheus would have face planted right into the concrete. 

“A better friend would’ve cut you off before you got this drunk,” Hob grunts as he hefts the raven-haired man back into a somewhat upright standing position. For someone so rake-thin, Morpheus was an absolute dead-weight while plastered. He’d also been very good at faking that he had a higher tolerance when they’d gone shot for shot at The New Inn to celebrate the end of their respective finals. 

“ ‘m not drunk,” Morpheus mutters, completely unconvincing. Hob snorts.

“Sure, sure, and I had the queen of England over at my place this summer,” he jokes, playfully jostling at the other man.

“I’m serious!” Morpheus insists, huffing and puffing out his cheeks out at Hob like a small child.  It’s absolutely adorable, if not absolutely terrible for Hob’s balance because it nearly causes him to stumble and drop both of them to the ground. What a pair they must look like out in the middle of a freezing December night.

“Sorry, don’t believe you, my friend,” Hob replies, laughing at the absolutely offended harumph! Morpheus lets out.

“Well—could a drunk person do this?” Morpheus asks pointedly, right before he slams his forehead right into Hob’s in quite possibly the world’s most painful headbutt.

“Ow!!! Fuck!!!!” Hob yells, letting go of Morpheus and clutching his forehead. There is a distinct thud as Morpheus practically crumples to the ground beside him, but Hob can’t be arsed to care right now. He’s seeing stars behind his eyelids and the brittle cold and alcohol coursing through his system is not helping.

“What the bloody hell, Morpheus?” Hob demands once the pain subsides. “What did you do that for?”

“...Did you get it?” Morpheus asks, and oh looking at him sitting so pathetically on the ground, his head right at crotch level, is a mistake. Morpheus’s bright blue eyes are brimming with hope as he looks up at Hob, as if he truly believed he’d passed on some important information via unhinged violence.

“Did I get what, a concussion?” Hob asks incredulously, holding his hand out for Morpheus to take to help him back up. 

“No I—” Morpheus bites his lip as he hauls himself up off the ground. He seems a bit more steady now, at least. “I sent you my love. Did you not receive it?”

Oh, this man was absolutely bad news for Hob’s poor heart. Not only is Morpheus staring at Hob like a kicked puppy, his cheeks and lips are both flushed cherry-red from the cold, the most color Hob’s ever seen on the other man since they met. It was a really good look on him. A very tempting look.

“I—I’m pretty sure your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate you sending your love to other men,” Hob stutters breathlessly. He really needs to remember that no matter how cute and tempting Morpheus looked, Hob wasn’t a homewrecker. Even if Baz would have thanked him for it and written Hob a check for enough money to pay the rest of his rent and tuition.

Morpheus was drunk anyway. He probably had no idea what he was saying.

Morpheus furrows his brow at Hob’s words. “Boyfriend?” he asks in confusion. “What boyfriend?”

Christ.

“Don’t tell me you’re so sloshed you forgot about Simon already,” Hob jokes, desperately trying to keep his poor heart from leaping into his throat. He knows they haven’t broken up, Baz wouldn’t have shut up about it if they had. And even so, Morpheus was way outside of Hob's league anyways.

Morpheus’s head snaps so fast in alarm that Hob feels his own neck cramp just looking at him.

“Oh. YES! SIMON!” Morpheus practically shouts in his face. Hob winces, and Morpheus has at least enough sense left in him to look a little bit ashamed for his outburst.  

“You’re absolutely correct,” Morpheus continues, pushing past Hob  and suddenly in full control of his legs. He’s speed-walking now, seeming to have found new motivation to hurry to their final destination. “Simon Snow. My very real and not make-believe boyfriend, love of my life—yes that Simon Snow. His apartment is right over there.”

Hob stares at Morpheus’s rapidly retreating form in utter confusion for a few moments before his brain restarts and he rushes to catch up with the raven haired man.

Did Morpheus…think Simon was a made up person? Or…had the other man really forgotten they were dating? Usually people didn’t forget that sort of thing when they were drunk. 

Hob is still mulling over Morpheus’s confusing behavior when Morpheus stumbles again on a patch of ice and yelps. Hob silently thanks every single rugby practice he’s had over his entire life, because he’s quickly able to get to Morpheus and grab him before he runs headfirst into a tree. Watching over a drunk Morpheus was a full time job, that was for sure.

Somehow, Hob manages to haul both of them the rest of the way over to Simon’s apartment, which is thankfully on the first floor. Hob doesn’t even want to think about how obnoxious it would be to drag Morpheus up a flight of stairs in his state.

“Special delivery!” Hob declares, when Simon answers the door. Hob may have rang the doorbell more times than perhaps strictly necessary but he never said he wasn’t drunk too. 

“SIiiiimoonnnn darling!” Morpheus exclaims, disentangling himself from Hob and practically rushing into the red-haired man’s arms. Hob tries not to take it too personally. Simon is Morpheus’s freaking boyfriend after all. But still, there’s a massive cold spot now at Hob’s side where Morpheus’s body had been just seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Morph, your smell like a liquor store!” Simon laughs, wrapping his arms around Morpheus’s waist and pulling the raven haired man flush again him. “How much did you drink?”

“I’m not drunk!” Morpheus declares, and it’s not any less believable now than it was when they’d left the pub.

“Is that so?” Simon asks, a teasing note in his voice. “So I guess you don’t want any hot cocoa to chase away the booze then?” 

Morpheus instantly perks up. 

“I’m absolutely blackout drunk,” Morpheus replies, instantly changing his tune. “Are there marshmallows?”

“Of course,” Simon answers, before he turns back to face Hob. “Thanks for bringing him back, Hob. I’m sorry he’s such a mess when he’s drunk.”

“Not a problem at all,” Hob answers, smiling through his jealousy at their easy intimacy. Hob had had plenty of partners, both male and female, but he’s pretty sure he’s never been nearly as comfortable around them as Morpheus and Simon seem to be around each other. 

“Did you want to stay for a bit?” Simon offers. “I made plenty of hot cocoa.”

Hob shakes his head. “No, I’m dead tired,” he replies, faking a yawn to make himself more convincing. “Think it’s best I get myself to bed.”

Simon nods. “All right, get home safe,” he says.

“Tell Basil we say hello!” Morpheus adds, while Simon lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Good night, Hob,” Simon says with a finality, pulling at the door before Morpheus can say anything else.

“Night Simon. Morpheus,” Hob replies, waving as the door shuts closed. He stares at it for a few moments, then sighs as he turns to make the lonely walk home. 

He really was an absolute idiot. 

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Behind the closed door of Simon’s apartment, Morpheus is wailing his embarrassment into a mug of hot chocolate that is mostly marshmallow.

“I have made a fool of myself!” Morpheus cries dramatically into Simon’s sweater. “He probably thinks I am some cheap harlot who would throw himself at any man!”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think that,” Simon replies, patting Morpheus on the back. “Actually, I think he somehow fell even more in love with you. You sure you don’t want to just end the fake relationship now so you can have a real boyfriend for Christmas?”

Morpheus shakes his head.

“Not until Basil retracts his head from out of his ass and confesses his feelings to you,” he says, steadfast in his conviction.

Simon sighs. “Morph, he’s not going to, Baz obviously just hates—”

“Hush,” Morpheus interrupts him. “I will not have my fake boyfriend speaking badly of himself. Besides, he is enamored with you, even if he has an absolutely stupid way of showing it.”

“O–kay, if you’re sure then,” Simon replies. “Want another mug then?”

Morpheus nods eagerly, holding his mug out. “Please.”

[jmagnabo92]

Princess Alex

Just a little fluff fic for the boys :)

AO3

After the boys celebrate their engagement, Alex teases about if he's going to get the chance to be Princess Alex.

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Three plus years after the leak, and four years after their first visit to Paris together, Alex finds himself curled up in Henry’s arms.  Henry had arranged for them to spend spring break in Paris.  Visiting the city, enjoying being happy and in love, and as of dinner tonight… engaged. 

Naturally they had celebrated and now were cuddling together. 

Alex is laying on his right side, curled into Henry, and smiling at his ring.  He’d gotten a similar band for Henry – although more catered to Henry’s taste just as Alex’s ring is catered to his own, he’d been planning to propose to Henry at the lake house that summer, but Henry beat him to the punch, and he wasn’t going to wait months to see his ring on Henry’s finger. 

“You like it, love?”

Alex hums.  “Love it.  Really making history here, huh, baby?”

“Absolutely.  I’m just imaging the chaos of a Royal Wedding with two men – one of which is from the country that succeeded from us 250 years ago, it’s definitely going to make history.”

Henry kisses his curls, and adds, “Plus, it’s going to make my ancestors roll in their graves and I’m going to love that.”

Alex laughs.  “Can you imagine your gran’s reaction if she were still around?”

“The only reason I was able to get permission to marry you is because my mother is Queen now.”

Of course, Alex knows this.  Catherine has been Queen for more than a year and that’s made everything far easier on them.  Even if the long-drawn-out funeral situation had affected their relationship with Henry being required to do certain things in London for so long while Alex was stuck doing his second year of law school.  He wanted to be there for Henry, but ‘official royal suitor’ is not enough to get much leeway for his schooling. 

He was just glad that it fell in a way that he could join Henry for the summer in London as he took up some of his royal duties after the coronation of their new queen.  Unlike with the former Queen, Catherine encouraged Henry to have Alex supporting him throughout those duties, which made both of them a lot happier and the press had started teasing about wondering when Alex would become Princess Alex, which Alex actually loved.

“Speaking of my new queen, do you think she’ll officially make me a Princess?” Alex teases. 

Henry bursts out laughing.  “Typically speaking getting married warrants you the title of Duke or Duchess, not Prince or Princess, but I do think you could convince the public to call you Princess Alex, they already do anyway.”

“I suppose that I could settle for Duchess,” Alex grins.  “But why deny the public what they really want?”

“You’re such a menace to society.  It’s not the public that started this whole Princess Alex thing and you know it,” Henry says, with a chuckle. 

He’s right, of course he is.  Shortly after their forced outing and his mother winning the election, the crown and the white house wanted them to do an interview discussing things and answering a few questions. 

“So, Alex, now that we know a little about what Prince Henry’s plans are, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your own?” the host of the interview asks.

“Well, given everything that’s happened with the campaign and the election, I have to say my political aspirations have definitely changed, I definitely don’t want to be a senator by the time I’m thirty anymore, but that left me a little… floundering.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.”

Here he decides to make a joke because he really doesn’t want to talk about why he’s changing away from politics. 

“So, I considered my options.  I briefly considered just being a princess now that I got Henry –”

“You would be a pretty princess, Alex,” Henry teases.

“And it even rolls off the tongue well, Princess Alex,” he teases.

“I do like the sound of it.”

There are cheers from the crowd that agree.

“But,” Alex states, despite the grinning.  “But part of the reason Henry and I fell in love is because we both want to do good in the world.  So, rather just be a princess, although it would be delightful, I’ve decided to go to law school.  I want to help minorities and underprivileged people and make a difference.”

“That’s great.”

There’s a bit of a lull and Alex knows the show’s about to end, so he says, “Besides, Henry’s mom got to be the first princess with a doctorate, so I could totally be the first princess with a law degree someday.”

He and Henry had burst out laughing, as had the crowd.

After that, the hashtag Princess Alex had gone wild on twitter and Instagram with everyone arguing that Alex would be an awesome Princess (helped by June and Bea’s comments that he would look oh so pretty in a dress and tiara – Pez and Nora had even done mockups of him in dresses and tiaras next to a mockup of Henry as Prince Charming –, and it was not at all hindered by Zahra or Philip’s annoyance by the tag).  Ever since, the press had referred to Alex as “the First Son (Princess Alex)” in the papers.  Particularly when he was in an article with Henry.

It helped that any time Alex tweeted about him and Henry, he used the hashtag as well, and so had the others, who thought the idea was hilarious.

“It doesn’t matter who started what – it doesn’t even matter that I was joking, what does matter is that the people have taken to it and me like I knew that they would, and they would thrilled to make me an official princess.”

Henry laughs.  “Half of me thinks you only said yes so that you could officially be a princess.”

“You’re so right – I befriended you, let you kiss me and turn my world on its axis by making me realize I’m bi, go through this whole thing where I was madly in love – couldn’t get enough of that mouth and your dick – but really all along… it was ploy.  I wanted to be ‘Princess Alex’ and it was worth sucking your dick just to get that.”

Henry reaches behind him and grabs a pillow before hitting him with it.  “You’re such a demon.”

“Yes, but I’m your demon now,” Alex says, returning fire with the pillow.  “Now and forever,” he says as he laces his left hand with Henry’s left hand, smiling at the way their bands shine together. 

Henry grins.  “Even if it was some ploy to become a Princess – I’m okay with that, as long as you’re my princess.”

“You’re such a sap,” Alex teases.  Then he goes and kisses him anyway.  “Can we make a post celebrating or do we have to wait for the press teams involved?”

“Technically we’re supposed to let them announce it, but since when do we ever listen to them?”

Alex grins as he holds up their hands laced together and snaps of them with their rings – he’d do a picture of him and Henry kissing, but it’d be far too obvious what they’ve been up to tonight, so hands it is. 

He adds the caption:

We said yes, here’s to making history again.  #theprinceandtheprincess #princessalex #princehenry #engaged #firstprince #history, huh?

He shows it to Henry, who smiles and nods, “Post it.”

The second he does, it breaks his records on his posts in minutes and knowing that they would rather celebrate than deal with wedding details already, he turns the phone off and says, “Well, baby, I think we can let the world marinate on us making history again, while I make use of the wonderful mouth of yours.”

Henry grins, “Sounds like a plan, love.”

“Good.”

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Tagging those that seemed interested in the snippet:

@onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @thesleepyskipper @theprinceandagcd @fullsunsets

[blood-choke]

I thought butch is a lesbian only term?

hmmm yes and no? this is something that doesn't really have a simple answer. it depends who you ask; people have different opinions about it.

in general, the term butch means a lot of different things in the lgbt community. obviously there's butch lesbians, but it's also a term that's used in ball culture, by drag queens and gay men. it's an adjective, it's a gender, it's an orientation. i assume you're referencing the other anon, and i have no idea what they may mean when they call themselves butch. if we're talking about bisexual women then the truth is that bisexual women can have just as complex experiences with gender and presentation as lesbians and i don't really think it benefits anybody to exclude them from the community.

like i said previously, butch is not just an "aesthetic"; there's more to it than just dressing a certain way. i think it's way more harmful to pretend like other women don't also grapple with their gender identity and their sexuality and their gendered roles in society-- basically, we should celebrate our similarities rather than argue our differences.

a lot of the time people say bisexuals can't be butches because they still "cater to men" which to me is just a gross thing to say. there are plenty of bi people who prefer women, who do not pursue men, who are gender nonconforming; and even if they do prefer men, if they date men, that still doesn't mean they're "catering" to anybody. it's a very... dehumanizing and misogynistic attitude to have when talking about bi women imo (and straight women as well)

the term butch/femme was historically used by all gay women; butch/femme in this context, are roles that came about in the working-class lesbian bar scene in the 50s, 60s, and 70s. there were plenty of bisexual women that went to lesbian bars and filled these roles as well. there's bulldagger, bulldyke, and stud, that came out of Black lesbian communities. there's kiki, which isn't used at all anymore, to describe lesbians that don't identify as either. there are people that will insist that bisexuals use the term "stag" and "doe" which i don't think is fair; most people do not know what these terms mean and there is no "stag community" as far as i'm aware. i'm pretty sure these are just tumblr terms.

what it all comes down to is that when people see a gnc woman in the street, they're not going to rush over and politely ask if she's a lesbian or not. to be blunt, most of the time they're going to call them the same slur, regardless. the world is going to treat them the same, regardless. so for me personally i'd rather offer them a little bit of relief in a community that is familiar and understanding rather than exclude them to face that kind of shit all alone iykwim.

[cherryblossomforest]

Ooo I forgot to update, although I'm not sure anyone would care...😅

It wasn't covid. I figured it out early enough and retested multiple times just to be sure. It was faulty because it was out of date lol. I was rundown though, my body's engine light was on and I needed a few days to focus on getting it semi okay. Back to my normal I guess..

It was nice to just focus on me and everyone left me alone. It felt good to have that time. I've also finally got into a semi-habit of drinking 1.5l of water each day. One step at a time I'm looking after myself better and better!

Also, I'm back to writing my books which feels very good 😌

Off topic. One thing that I've been very aware of is that since going out more the last maybe 2 weeks (memory hiccup) I've been approached by a loooaad of people just complimenting me. On one of the days when I actually dressed up properly, I started counting - I know it sounds big-headed but I did it after venting to my cousin about my confusion because I generally feel ugly and she told me I'm not and to count - and from what I remembered it was 14. I got called a Goddess, someone compared me to Queen Tuya from Prince of Egypt, someone said I should model. There was just a lot going on! When I was telling one of my male friends on another day and he didn't believe me, someone literally came up 2 minutes later to compliment me and he was literally laughing because he thought I was lying. Now I don't think I'm the prettiest person, very far from it, but to be complimented this much does feel nice but it also makes sense why I avoided this for so many years out of fear, because of my history.

Today I took my sister and the niblings to a huge park and I decided to climb up one of the hills (knowing I'll be in bed for the rest of the week lol) and it was crazy hard. At one point I was on all fours climbing up and my niece was laughing calling me crazy 🤪. Anyway, when I finally got down this random guy came up to me when I was sitting next to my sister. He was like "Did you just climb that hill on a crutch?!" When I said yes, he asked me why and I said why not... because why not?? He asked me how old I was and he was like "Any girl that climbs a hill on a crutch like you did is my type of girl, can I get your number?" My brain started spinning because I wasn't expecting it. I can't remember what I said but he was respectful when I declined and kept it moving. Thankfully.

This is the type of attention teenage me struggled with. People don't believe me when I tell them how much attention I get. Now that I'm a healthy weight and not so depressed, it gets overwhelming fast if my trauma brain is turned on. I'm not complaining in the sense that I want people to feel bad because it's never that deep. Like womp womp! But I think I'm realising that as a kid/teen it actually was a lot. It makes sense that my Anorexia was so bad and that I fell so deep into it. As a teenager having grown men treat me like how I'm being treated now was scary, especially with the things I had gone through. Now I'm learning to embrace it and keep it humble because at times I attract this certain type of It Girl and I'm Not about that. Inwardly, I don't always feel pretty but I know for a fact that I have pretty privilege so this isn't something I feel comfortable talking about most times because I get it... people are genuinely like "Shut the hell up you're beautiful why are you complaining?" And I promise it's not supposed to come off like That. It's more me navigating this with an extensive trauma background. Anyway, I often forget I'm mid to late 20s and not a teen, but as I'm getting more and more present in the now I think that's starting to shift which helps a lot! :)

[littleeyesofpallas]

Bleach’s Issue with Queer characters (2/3)

...

Dordonii might seem like a weird one to point out here, compared to some of the more overt examples, but I think he had a fairly evident queer codedness to him.  His more overwhelming quality was his kind of Spanish flair, what with the tap shoes and Flamenco-esque poses and gestures, the devil horns in his greased hair and on his mask shard, and his little Mephistopheles mustache and beard.  But the ear ring, and Flamenco adjacent sex appeal mixed with the way he kind of baby talks Ichigo strikes me as contributing to a certain daddy-ish gay character type.  Also, I’ve never been 100% sure that it’s not just crosshatching, but I’ve always read it as some chest hair peaking out from his low v-neck.  But I feel like that assessment needs some qualifying context...

Western sensibilities tend to read effeminate features on men as a chief indicator of homosexuality, Japan has never been quite as narrowly focused with its own gay stereotypes.  There is definitely a particular character type in anime and manga that pins the preening vanity of smooth faced and long haired effeminate men on homosexuality, but it’s not really the go-to.  Tracing back to media trends of the 1970s the long haired, smooth chested pretty boy (even the gay ones) very much became the domain of female audiences and creators, where as the prevailing trends of gay portrayals by and for men actually settled more firmly on the hairy and muscular image that bara is associated with now.  I'm not about to do a whole big breakdown of the japanese gay subculture behind the bara thing, because that deserves more time and attentio that i can give it here, but you've got a keyword to work with now, so I encourage you to do a little googling yourself.

Also he has his right ear is pierced?  I don't know if this was ever a thing in Japan, but in America it became kind of a wide spread myth(?)  Originally it actually was a functioning kind of code within the queer community in the 1960s and 70s, but after it became somewhat more generally well known the practice more or less stopped, for pretty obvious practical reasons... but weirdly enough by the sheer power of stupid homophobia, straight people continued to scrutinize and be paranoid of men with pierced ears for decades following.  Again, though, I have no idea if either the original intent or the misinformation of that trend was ever anything that had any kind of Japanese presence...

Anyway... What I’m getting at is Dordonii feels very queer coded to me, just not in ways that everyone picks up on.  But speaking of muscular hairy gays...  Let’s talk about an elephant in the room:

Charlotte Chuhlhourne:

Obviously, Kubo doesn’t quite have the tact to make use of queer identities in a totally respectful way, so it’s hard to tell how much is attributable to Kubo making a character exactly as they appear, and what could be argued to be a character’s theoretical self-identifying terms filtered through Kubo’s limited vernacular.  But the word to know here is Okama[オカマ], which has traditionally referred to gay, AMAB transvestites.  Obvious stumbling point here is that prior to more widely codified and accepted trans identities this term applied to both transwoman and drag queens.

Granted until fairly recently(by which I mean within the relatively short spand my own lifetime) even the queer community at large didn’t always differentiate the two very well; presentation was presentation, the circumstances for it and the specificities of achieving it were personal choices, not taxonomical crossroads; some moonlit as queens and that was it, others would’ve lived as women and never walked a show in their life if that had been a practical option, others still were happily gender fluid, but the scene had one look and one label.  We made due with what we had.

Anyway...  point being that Charlotte’s character is specifically a play into an Okama stereotype.  That is to say, the archetypal look of Okama in Japanese media for many years has been a middle aged, square jawed, often broad or even muscular, drag queen.  Although Charlotte doesn’t actually have one, they are also frequently shown with a muzzle of stubble growing in.  Despite what you might think about jabs at the beard as a masculine feature betraying their feminine presentation, it’s actually not (usually) the reason...

The image comes out of Japan’s gay bar scene --in Tokyo, Shinjuku-Nichoume in particular-- which has long been a cultural centerpiece of Japan’s gay culture.  The larger Shinjuku ward as as whole is itself a commercial district.  So, to the general public who didn’t have any interaction with gay culture itself, the small glimpse they had was from the crossing paths of salarymen commuting into work as straggler okama headed home from the bars the morning after, still in drag and makeup but with unshaven stubble growing in after a long night.

(Also, just a side note on this, but if you’ve ever seen an older (usually bigger) woman with a deep, brassy voice in kind of sultry night attire at a bar referred to as “Mama,” it’s because that’s the owner of a okama bar.  She’s not literally anyone’s mother, she’s the defacto den-mother of sorts for the patrons of her bar.)

It’s still definitely not a flattering portrayal, but it’s one with a very specific history that doesn’t communicate to Western audiences at all.  But there is a certain strangeness to how the Japanese handle this, comparatively.  While Western rhetoric has its hangups with moralist preaching and bitching and moaning about “degeneracy” and “deviancy,” those judgments just aren’t baked into Japanese culture in quite the same way.  In fact, while most of these okama caricatures by and for cishetero creators/audiences are definitely not what anyone would call “good” representation, they do lack a certain expected malice.  Sure, flamboyant bafoonery is a constant in exploitation of gay culture on either side of the Pacific, but where as the West uses this as a means to disarm gay men --to make them non threatening, or to rationalize not taking them seriously-- anime manga and even videogames tend to fixate on the curiosity of it.

(although one enduring, generally positive case of this that actually seems to fly super under western audience’s radars are the great fairys in Zelda. which have maintained their extremely obvious dragqueen inspired look since OoT)

One of the first encounters with the okama charactertype that I only learned to identify looooong after the fact is the Magypsies (haha oh boy that localized choice of slur...) in Earthbound. On the one hand they were treated as a bizarre spectacle and literally not human, but they were magical and benevolent and a little comical but not in the way where they were relegated to being the punchline of a joke and nothing else. And I've found over the years that that tends to be the tone of these kinds of characters.

Another very similar case of this is Ivankov in One Piece, the Kamabakka kingdom Okama and Newkama, including Bonclay/Mr.2. (His "okama way" gimmick being a play on the hardboiled gritty actionhero cliche of a "man's way.")  Where on the one hand, it’s a disgusting, tacky use of the familiar okama cliches, but also their very existence as okama is painted as the basis of their unique form of super power?  Really, it’s just so wildly divorced from reality that it’s hard to even call it “representation,” harmful or otherwise...  Still, in impossibly poor taste based on optics alone, though.

This all is not to try and sweep under the rug that these are still ultimately problematic stereotypes and caricatures to have to debrief each new generation of viewer on just to avoid the slippery slope of total misinterpretation, but I've noticed that there is a distinct difference in how that tone is read. The overwhelming attitude I see from these creators is that these long standing cliches are how okama look and act, but that it makes them interesting or funny, and yes “other,” but rarely lesser.  Obviously that's still rooted deeply in ignorance on part of these non-queer creators, but you can see how it lacks the teeth that the western equivalent has, where such caricatures are explicitly there to defame and demonize, and I think that’s an important distinction to make.

(And let’s not even get into the issue of fake “woke” white people struggling to wrap their tiny brains around the idea of another culture by framing it as that culture’s unique idiosyncrasies as if they’re just failed attempts at conforming to white anglo-centric western values, because THAT is a whole other can of worms...)

To maybe put this into some better perspective here, Tier Harribel has blond hair and tan skin, and given what the Arrancar are and how they live she is presumably naturally dark skinned, and naturally blonde.  But her design is clearly based on gyaru/gal (or possibly ganguro) fashion, which makes use of fake tans and bleached hair.  She looks the way she does because she's made to look like that aesthetic, but looking the way she doesn't doesn't imply she bleaches and tans(presumably those colors are both natural on her in-world). 

That same relationship of image inspiring image while being divorced from meaning is just kind of how Kubo makes these kinds of aesthetic decisions, all across the board, problematic or not.  But of course no one really cares about it when it’s a weird recontextualization of the gal aesthetic because no one’s offended on their behalf.

And in general, I think a lot of these things are just so outside the Western perspective that even when they definitely are problematic, some people can’t even begin to grasp what about it is, and end up fabricating just nonsense arguments against it to rationalize a kneejerk kind of discomfort and confusion over the subject...

Anyway...  having said all that, the next one actually IS a huge problem...

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[batwritings]

Idk I'm basing off a tiktok animation trend I saw but gromsko or Krueger are invited by their Co worker or a fellow opt asking them to join dinner with their family, and their like sure. When the day comes they go "also meet my son" and comes in transfem reader, obviously a very pretty woman 😭 I'm sorry if this is weird, there's a lack of transfem reader so I'm desperate

OKAY LISTEN, I LOVE THIS IDEA-- And it's true, I feel; us transmasc folks do tend to get more of the spotlight when it comes to x reader fics. We need to give the queens their love too! Enjoy!~

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Krueger wasn't exactly certain how he found himself in this situation. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed per se, at fancy get togethers such as this. His time in the military as well as his status had lent him and invite to plenty of office parties. So when another Chimera operator had approached him, asking if he'd attend their family's party as a plus one, he wasn't inclined to say no. Being a plus one meant getting in free and not necessarily having to do much mingling with the strangers around him.

Unfortunately for the Austrian man, everyone and their mother seemed curious as to who he was there with. Surely it wasn't that uncommon for well-dressed men to end up alone at a fancy party, was it? He was beginning to question if he was out of his element, more suited for the field when another glamorous couple approached.

"Sebastian Krueger is it?" The man said, extending his hand to be shook. "My wife and I have heard so much about you."

Krueger takes the man's hand out of politeness. "You have, have you?" He asks, still completely oblivious as to who the two strangers were.

"Oh yes, our son tells us all about what a fantastic mentor you are," the wife goads, her haughty tone making the Austrian's eyebrow twitch. "He's the one who invited you did he not?"

"Mother, father, give him some breathing room please..." Comes a familiar voice. The couple part to make you known and Krueger can't help the way his eyebrows raise. The aforementioned "son" was none other than you, the new recruit, and the most gorgeous woman the soldier had laid eyes on.

"Absolut atemberaubend..." He mumbles under his breath before clearing his throat. "Y/N, your parents could use some manners in introductions, schatz." The man steps forward between your mother and father, the pair looking rather shocked whether by your appearance or his response, neither of you would know. He takes your hand softly in his bigger calloused one, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"K-Krueger...!" Your face heats up at his actions, staring up at him as he comes to stand before you proper. The musicians your parents hired begin to play a slower song, leading your mentor to drag you away to the dance floor proper. He guides you in a slow back-and-forth, your dress flowing softly behind you. "You didn't have to do that."

"Nonsense," Kruger tells you, one hand on your waist while the other still holds your soft hand. "They can bear one night of addressing their daughter properly. You do look rather stunning."

You can't help but laugh and break eye contact from him. "Stop that!" You laugh, lightly batting his shoulder. "...I do pass though, right?"

"You, Y/N are the most stunning woman here...and don't let anyone, especially not your bigoted parents tell you otherwise."

[realcatalina]

Catherine of Aragon's grandparents-few depictions

These two figures are parents of Queen Isabella I of Castile, Isabella of Portugal and John II of Castile. And tbh it's probably best portrait of them which any of us will ever see...

Read further to know more.

It is detail from Virgen de Misericordia by Juan de Nalda, c.1500(hence posthumous) located in museum of Museo Arqueológico Nacional(MAL for short), in Madrid(Spain).

You can find it on wikipedia, but I prefer the photo by Twitter user

@Boro_RR

The painting was once part of altarpiece in convent Santa Clara in Palencia. On museum's webpage it says the identity of figure is certain because of inscription on King's belt.

Well, I can' find good enough version to be able to read it.

But I am pretty sure it is max his name, not name of his wife. Yet if not his wife, only other person who could be beside him would be his daughter Isabella herself...but she'd be unlikely to be depicted alone beside him(without any other family members)...So I am inclined to say it is indeed Isabella of Portugal.

But interestingly another figure probably originally from same altarpiece has very similiar features:

Which could be that artist simply made up these figures, and this was how he painted saints.

But at same time, these figures resemblence Isabella of Portugal's descendants...so posibly it is based upon some earlier depiction. Or he was chosen deliberately because his saints reminded Queen of her mother...It is thought Isabella I comissioned the painting.

(By the way Juan de Nalda was formerly known as Master of Santa Clara de Palencia(Maestro de Santa Clara) . But that altarpieces is now in pieces, so the figure on right(crowning of Virgin Mary) is in different museum entirely.)

So if we trust these to be at least partially accurate, it seems Isabella of Portugal, Queen of Castile had dark golden strawberry blond and grey eyes:

(But as I always says...grey eyes in portraits can be due to cheaper pigments being used...and blue fading over time...)

While her much older husband John II of Castile has dark hair and dark brown-grey eyes:

However period records describe his eyes as between blue and grey, his skin as fair(and slightly ruddy) and his hair the color of a mature hazelnut...

Hence obviously his depiction cannot be accurate. His skin, his hair and eyes are simply too dark.

By the way same thing plagues depictions of Ferdinand II of Aragon. I have no idea why that is. Why only depictions of men have this issue?

Anyway the portrait matches his tomb really well, but tomb was only finished in 1493... so both fallow looks chosen by Isabella...and we don't know how accurate it is. And if based upon earlier portrait, statue, ...idealized version in daughter's head...? Who knows?

Same tomb but Isabella of Portugal with slightly damaged nose and veins of marble, note that wrinkles on neck are there also:

The tombs are located in Miraflores Charterhouse, where also Isabella's brother Alfonso is burried. Basically she chose this as place to reburry her parents and younger brother and rebuild it accordingly.

Main altarpiece looks...to be honest kind of overwhelming. Lots of going on...But many altarpieces in Spain are in such style.

And it also contains figures of Queen Isabella's parents(and that is their tombs beneath that...):

Here not much resemblence to anybody, but nice clothes...

So if anybody was interested Miraflores Chapterhouse is just few km from spanish city Burgos.

I know these probably aren't only depictions of the two, but these are certainly interesting ones.

[alovesongtheywrote]

Killer Queen | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary:  Life sucks, have sex with your would-be assassin- whose face is more familiar than you'd like it to be. [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader] 

♥ Warnings:  18+, minors and ageless blogs dni. violence, fighting, implied murder, arranged marriage to someone other than eddie, pwp, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fantasy assassins au, enemies to lovers that went by stupid fast

♥ Word count:  5609

Part 1, Part 2,

The first time death came for you, you were only a child.  

You didn’t understand it at the time.  There was no way you could have.  You just knew that a group of terrifying men had come to your home, broken all your things, and drawn blood from your parents.  Someone took you away before you had to see them die.

You were supposed to be next.  As you were dragged away, you could hear the other assassins laughing.  You screamed, thrashing in the grip of your captor, shrieking as your parents tried to fight to save their child.  The second they were out of your sight, you fell silent.  You didn’t understand the concept of death yet, but you knew in your tiny soul that something had just gone very wrong.

You didn’t stop fighting.  You clawed and bit at your attacker, desperate to return to your parents.  For a child of your age, you did a respectable job.  You tore scratches into the man’s skin, into his face, and across his cheeks.  You were aiming for his eyes.  You missed.  It didn’t take long for the man to pry you off and sit you down in front of him. 

Then, he just stared.

You stared too- less so at the man himself, and more at his knife.  It was massive and terrifying, and you were sure he was going to use it against you.  Tears rolled down your tiny cheeks, but you refused to give in quietly.  When he moved towards you, you hissed at him like some sort of creature and bared your teeth to bite him.

The man simply let out a tired sigh, like he was somehow used to children hissing at him.  As he knelt down before you, you took note of a certain look in his eyes- a familiarity, as if he already knew you.  You were entirely sure that you did not know him.  The stranger said something under his breath- a curse, as you would later realize- and then he stood, offering a hand to you.

“I won’t hurt you, little princess- but I need you to come with me.”

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Somewhere safe, I promise.”

You hesitated, “Will my parents be there?”

He shut his eyes, “Just come with me, princess.  We can find your parents later.”

You believed him.  So, you took his hand and let him scoop you up into his arms.  You fled your home in the dead of night.  You never saw your parents again.

–

So, here’s the thing about sneaking out of a castle.  It is way the fuck easier to do when you’re a royal assassin than when you’re the woman engaged to the king.  Assassins are supposed to be shifty little shits.  They’re supposed to come and go as they please.  The king’s betrothed, on the other hand, is supposed to sit still, look pretty, have babies, and smile as the king subjugates his people, including her.

You were not having any of that fuckery.

During the day, you played nice- you were the quiet, graceful, virginal lady that everyone in the court expected you to be.  At night, you plotted their goddamned downfall.  Or you snuck out to the village to get wasted.  Or both.

It was a little bit difficult to come up with ways to assassinate the king while you were tipsy, but lord almighty did you try.

Despite the added difficulties brought on by your new status, sneaking out wasn’t a supremely difficult task.  All you really needed was some gold, and a mask to hide your identity.  And also a sword.  For safety.  Other than that, you just needed a modicum of stealth- something you had in metric tones.

It helped that you had bribed the guard in charge of your protection long ago- pretty much as soon as the whole engagement thing had gone down.  Sir Harrington was a sweet guy, a strong knight, and a damn good guard.  You weren’t sure what he was doing serving the king when you first met- then you made the connection.  The man’s parents were rich, high up in the king’s favour, and they had most likely pressured their son into this line of work.  Fuckers.

Harrington almost hadn’t accepted the bribe at first.  It made sense, he didn’t exactly need it.  Then you reminded him that a source of income that his parents couldn’t trace could go a long way.  He’d accepted the bribe after that- and after making you promise to call him Steve.  You agreed, and in exchange allowed him to call you by your name.

And so, Steve it was- and so you could get out and into the village from time to time.  And you did!  Frequently!

And that is precisely how you ended up on your back, in the woods, halfway to the village, with a masked assassin looming over you, and no way to grab the blade strapped to your thigh.  Funny how life works, right?

You probably should have seen it coming.  Most of the king’s previous wives had met their end by way of assassination, you just kind of assumed that you would be married before the attempts on your life started. 

Apparently, you assumed wrong.

As the assassin above you monologued away about your imminent demise (completely unaware that the mask muffled his voice) you prepared yourself for a fight.  The second he paused for air, you kicked him right in the dick.  Immediately, his monologue fell away to pained gasps and groans.   It was fantastic, and you would.  You might have laughed if you had the time for it- but you didn’t.  With your life on the line, you grabbed the assassin’s blade and you fucking ran. 

You just didn’t notice how familiar the knife in your hand actually was.

-

As promised, the strange man- your would-be assassin- took you somewhere safe.  You had fallen asleep in his arms on the way there, and when you woke, you were in a small cottage, curled up next to a roaring fire.  A soft, wool blanket covered your body.  Despite the horror you had just survived, you felt oddly protected.

You sat up cautiously, taking in your new surroundings with wide, slow-blinking eyes.  Wooden beams and wooden walls held up a low ceiling.  On a few of the walls and above the fireplace, bundles of herbs hung drying.  Almost every flat surface you could see was decorated with a mug.  Beneath you, an itchy dark patterned rug stretched out across the floor.  It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, but it was cozy.  You let yourself lie back down across it.  

There were four doors in the house.  Beside one of them, there was a stack of hats.  Behind another, you could hear two voices.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t do it,” that was the stranger’s voice, “She’s just a little girl, she reminds me of my boy-”

“A boy that you haven’t seen in months,” another man was speaking.  He sounded disappointed.

“I know.  I’m not- I wasn’t meant to be a father.  But that boy has his mother, and this girl has no one.  That’s why I brought her to you.”

“And you want me to raise this girl?”

“No, no, just- find somewhere for her.  Make sure she gets some training.  Make sure she’s safe-”

The voices stopped for a moment.  You heard a sigh, “You never should have joined them.  It was a mistake from the start.  The man you work for-”

“That man promised me enough to support my son and his mother for years.  I did what I had to do.”

“But you still won’t go and see that son.”

“His mother doesn’t want me around.”

Another pause, then, “Fine.  I’ll watch her.  But at least write to him.  The boy needs his father.”

Without another word, the door swung open.  You shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep as the sound of footsteps drew nearer.

-

You were faster than the assassin thought you would be.  The long string of expletives he let out as you pulled ahead of him told you that.  You were actually pretty sure he tripped, though you couldn’t revel in the joy that that brought you.  An even longer string of expletives crossed your mind as you dodged branches and leapt over roots.  This guy just had to make you run, didn’t he?  

Just as your lungs began to burn, the warm lights of the town came into view.  The soft orange glow spilled through the trees.  You let your guard down.  That was a mistake.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, dragging you to the ground.  Panic swirled through your mind, but in a moment of clarity, you managed to bury the knife in the dirt a safe distance from your body so that its blade wouldn’t graze you in the struggle.  Your hand slipped from the hilt as your pursuer twisted your body, pinning your back to the ground.  

“You bastard, let me go-!” you shouted, struggling under the weight of his hold.  As he leaned forward, dark curls spilled from his hood.  Your fist met his face, knocking his mask to the ground.  You looked up for a second- just a split second- and the world froze around you.  His eyes were far too soft for an assassin, far too warm to be the eyes of a killer, and far too familiar for your heart to take.

And yet, he still reached for the knife.

You barely avoided the sting of his blade as he drove it towards your throat.  Metal sunk deep into the earth.  As your would-be assassin moved to strike again, you wrapped your hands around his arm, stopping him.  The dark fabric of his sleeve slipped up beneath your touch revealing a pale patch of skin.  You panicked.  You didn’t think.  The knife was in his grasp, your life was on the line, and you weren’t in the mood to die.  You just turned your head, leaned in, and bit down as hard as you possibly could.

He yelped, throwing himself back enough for you to take advantage.  You moved with his weight, pushing him to the ground and keeping him there with an arm across his shoulders.  You opened your mouth to stop him, to say his name or something, but he cut you off.

“You’re stronger than I thought you’d be, your Highness.”

“You’re-” you choked on a breath, unsure of how to proceed, “You’re so sure of my identity?”

He shrugged, “I saw you leave the palace.”

Fuck.  You must’ve been off your game if you hadn’t noticed him watching.  You coughed, weakly trying to disguise your voice, “Still.  I could have been a maid.  I could have been anything-”

“But you aren’t just anything, are you?  Your Highness?”

His words echoed in your head.  Your Highness.  You flinched internally at the knowledge that you may never be yourself again- not to him, not to anyone.  

“Yeah, okay, fine.  I’m the king’s new pet.  Are you satisfied?” the words left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Not in the slightest,” He tried to push you off of him.  He failed, “It takes more than that to satisfy me.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I know.”

You kept a palm pressed against his chest, letting it move down to his stomach as you leaned back, reaching for the knife.  You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu about your position- though if memory served, your roles had been switched.

“You know, do you?  Forgive me, Highness, but I doubt that a woman in your position would know anything about satisfaction.”

Your fingers closed around the hilt of the blade, “You’d be surprised.”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he stared you down, “Aren’t you noble girls forbidden from knowing any of that shit?”

“Well, yeah,” you sat back up, “But I’m not a noble girl.”

As he opened his mouth to meet your words with a stupid quip, you sat back up and removed your mask.  The man beneath you was stunned into silence.  The colour drained from his face as he took in your now-familiar features.  

“Hi, Eddie.  How are things?”

He said your name, voice shaking slightly, as if the very sound of it terrified him.

“So, how are things?  Any good jobs lately?  Any good kills?”

“Holy shit, what-?”

“It’s good to see that Melissa’s getting some use.  She needs her exercise, y'know?”

He sat up quickly, nearly knocking you off of him in the process, “Sweetheart, what the hell is going on?  What is this?”

“It’s pretty simple, all things considered,” you looked away from him, instead choosing to stare down at your hands.  You couldn’t take those sweet brown eyes.  Not right now, “The king wanted a wife strong enough to keep herself safe.  I’m strong enough to keep myself safe.”

“That- that doesn’t-”

“Well, think about it.  The last few queens have all met some sort of horrible fate, usually at the hands of an assassin,” you gestured between the two of you.

“So he decided to marry an assassin?”

You nodded, still refusing to look him in the eye.

“And… you’re going through with it?  Your life is at risk, y’know?  I almost killed you.  You’re putting yourself in danger, he is putting you in danger and for what?  Wealth?  Power?”

“Heirs, mostly,” you cringed at the thought, “And it’s not like I have a choice, so...”

Silence fell between you.  He brushed his thumb over your skin, returning his other hand to your arm.  Beyond that, he didn’t move.  Neither did you, though you longed to squirm in the discomfort that the quiet brought.  

In your lap, your fingers squeezed around Melissa’s handle.  With anyone else, you’d be preparing to fight or to run again.  With Eddie, you didn’t have to.  The blade remained still between you, a meeting point, the no man’s land between equal forces.  

Around you, the woods sang softly.  The song of crickets overtook the night.  In the warm, far-off light of the village, Eddie’s honey-brown eyes seemed to glow.

“I can’t believe I was ordered to kill you.”

“Did they at least pay well?”

“Oh, absolutely.  It would’ve carried me for at least a year, if not more.”

You bit your lip, “Sorry I stole your kill.”

“Don’t mention it.  I think I owed you one, anyway.”

“Don’t mention it?” you smiled, burying Melissa’s blade in the dirt next to Eddie’s hip, “I think I got the sweeter deal that day.”

“Are you sure?  Because I got the kill, I got a knife, I got bragging rights-”

“And I got to cum.  So-”

“You also got a very nice bottle of poison.”

You hummed, running your hands up his stomach, over his chest, “I told you, I got the better deal.”

His hands slipped up your arms, coming to rest behind your neck.  Your muscles relaxed as he played with a few strands of your hair.

“I assume your future husband doesn’t know?” he whispered, “Of… everything you’ve done?”

You leaned closer to Eddie until your nose brushed his, “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I care what that monster thinks.”

“And the court?”  his tone lowered to something more serious and more concerned with your safety.  As far as royalty went, in this country and in others, kings were free to fuck around, but queens were often met with the harsh realities of finding out.

Despite this, you moved your hips against Eddie’s relishing in the soft moan he let out, “What the court doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

With that, your lips were on his.  Your movements were slow, but not lacking in passion.  You kissed him like there was a fire burning inside of you- an engulfing heat that you could not put out alone.  His touch slipped down to your back, his palms pulling you closer as you moved to cradle his face in your hands.  You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, driven on by both desperate wanting and by fear.

As happy as you were in the moment- and you were, good lord, you were- beneath the surface, you were terrified.  You had been forced into an engagement with a monster whose wives all ended up dead.  It had only been a few days, and already, your life was in danger.  If you survived long enough to get married- and that was a massive if- that marriage was guaranteed to be a torturous charade that ended with your death, the body horror of pregnancy, or both.  In short, you were doomed.  Your only solace was the thought of taking the king out with you- and this.  Whatever this was with Eddie, you had solace in it.  The way Eddie held you like you were something to be treasured, the way he kissed you like that was the only thing he’d ever wanted in his life- that gave you peace.  

You found yourself speeding up as you melted into his hold, letting the world around you fade completely.  Eddie was your only anchor- his fingertips pressed into your body, the warmth of his skin, and his lips on yours were the only things tethering you to the world.  As dangerous as that was, you didn’t mind it in the slightest.  

In fact, you wanted more.

You passed over Eddie’s bottom lip with your tongue, letting your teeth follow after.  He moaned slightly as you bit him, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.  As your tongue slipped into his mouth, his hands grasped onto your shirt.  He needed something to cling to, something to hold as you had your way with him.  You were both burning now, bodies going up in smoke as you let the flames spread, and it still wasn’t enough.  You wanted him.  You wanted him to touch you, to fuck you, to want you.

You pulled away slowly, panting as you did.  Eddie let out a soft whine at the loss, digging his fingers into you as if to keep you with him.  You didn’t go far.  With all the speed you possessed, you removed your travelling cape and reached for the edges of your shirt.  Eddie was quick to catch on, helping you tear the fabric from your body, leaving you bare before him.

The forest air was cold, lifting goosebumps on your skin.  You pressed yourself closer to Eddie, desperate to cling to the warmth he provided.  He stopped you, holding you in place a few inches away from him.  Your eyes fell to his, confused at his intentions until you realized what exactly he was looking at.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re beautiful.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before he shifted downward slowly.  Your heart raced in your chest as his hands came down to hold your ribs.  His grip was firm, keeping you steady as his soft lips brushed over your skin.  He was so close to your breasts, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t quite move there until he asked, “Is this okay?”

You took his face in your grasp and brought his lips to yours, kissing him as hard as you possibly could.  Heat burned at your core as your want for him made itself known between your thighs.  Every part of you cried out for him- every cell, every nerve burning with desire.  You pulled back, and let your forehead rest against his.  Your fingers stroked nonsense patterns into his skin.

“It’s more than okay.”

A devious smile crossed his face.  Almost immediately, his lips were on you again, though this time he was less gentle.  His teeth bit at the soft flesh of your breast, clamping down hard enough to make you gasp and writhe, but not enough to leave incriminating marks.  

One of his arms wrapped around your waist so he could pull you closer.  His new vantage point let him bury his face in your skin, giving him more space to mark you in places that only the two of you would see.  Small crescents dotted your skin as you let him turn your body into art.  His other hand came up to your right breast, brushing his thumb over your nipple so he could watch you squirm in his lap.  

The feeling of his long, calloused fingers was quickly growing familiar to you, but tonight there was something new.  Big silver bands covered his fingers- rings that he hadn’t worn the first time you’d met.  You liked them on an aesthetic level, but more than that, the feeling of the skin-warm metal against your chest left you moaning and shaking in place.  You wondered what they would feel like pressed against your cunt, with his fingers deep inside of you.

“God,” when he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin, “I can’t believe I almost killed you tonight.  Holy shit.”

“You’re-” you let out a soft whine as Eddie bit you again, “Your face is buried in my boobs and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

He looked up at you, eyes wide, “I can hear your heartbeat down here.  I don’t want it to stop.”

“Oh,” you whispered, “That’s really sweet, stop that.”

“No,” he pressed his mouth back to your skin.  You could feel the smile on his lips as he spoke against you, “I’m glad you kicked my ass today.  I’m glad I’m still bad at using your knife-”

“Melissa.”

“Melissa.  I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you-”

“Could you have actually hurt me?  I’m not so sure about that-”

“One of these days, we’ll spar it out, princess.  For now, though, I’m just glad that you’re still breathing-”

“Oh my god,” blood burned beneath your face as you flushed with embarrassment.  You’d had about as much of this sugar-sweet nonsense as you could take, “I need you to lie down and shut up now.”

“You’ll have to make me, fair lady-”

“Well, yeah,” you pushed him back, grabbing his jaw with one hand to make him look at you, “That’s kind of the plan.”

“Oh.”

It was his turn to blush.  His cheeks took on a sweet, red hue as you adjusted yourself just enough to remove your pants.  When you looked back at him, Eddie’s eyes were wide and wanting.  His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched you.  He was practically drooling over you- and fuck, was that a boost to your ego.

“Oh god,” he whispered, “You’re so-”

“Yeah, I’m gorgeous, I’m aware.”

He smiled, running his hands past your hips to your waist, “You may be aware, but I still want to say it.”

“Aw, well, thank you,” you leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips.  You moved to pull away, but he placed a palm flat on the back of your neck, keeping you still.  

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he said into the kiss, “Just let me savour this.”

“What, you don’t kiss naked women while they lie on top of you every other day?”

“Women and men, baby, but none of them are quite like you.”

You rolled your eyes and thrust your hips against his, “You’re ridiculous.  Now come on, help me get your pants off.”

He obeyed, freeing his cock and removing his shirt with endearing enthusiasm.  It almost made you wonder what else he would do if you asked- but you were far too distracted by the body beneath you.

Eddie was muscular but lean.  His pale arms and chest were covered with various tattoos that you would’ve spent hours studying- if it weren’t for his cock.  He was long, thick, and painfully hard.  You could see the veins running up his length.  You were desperate to know how they would feel beneath your fingers.  He was beautiful- and you desperately wanted him inside of you.

“Like what you see, princess?” his voice brought your attention right back to his eyes.  You’d gotten distracted, and he’d noticed.

“I- uh-” your brain hummed with a thousand things to say as your blood boiled beneath your skin.  ‘I want you to fuck me.’  ‘I need your cock inside me right now or I’m going to scream.’  ‘Please, sir, will you fuck me?’  None of them felt right, so you just told him to shut up.  That seemed to please him more than anything you could’ve come up with.

“Sounds like I took your breath away, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you muttered, spitting into your palm.  You didn’t go all the way, though.  You only reached down far enough to let your touch hover near his hip- centimetres

 from where he needed you.

“Are you- are you sure you want this?”

He looked at you as if you’d lost your mind, but when he spoke, his voice was sweet, “Yeah, I want this.  I want you, sweetheart.  Now can you touch me, please?”

“Please?” you repeated.  Reassured and smiling, you rut your hips against him again, “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”

“Fuck-!” he hissed, “I didn’t think you’d be so cruel.”

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised, Munson,” you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him up and down so you could watch his eyes roll back, “I am an assassin.”

You sped up your movements, savouring his whimpers and moans.  Pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, and you wordlessly wicked it away.  He arched his back, driving himself into your hand as you leaned in close to him, “When I say I’m gonna kill you, it means I’m gonna kill you.”

“Kill me then,” his voice cracked as you traced one of his veins with your thumb, “Please, please kill me.”

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him quickly.   With your free hand, you quickly prepared yourself, sliding two fingers inside as you got into position over him.  He watched with wide eyes as you stretched open over him, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. 

Taking him was an achingly slow process.  Your tight walls struggled to accommodate his size.  You found yourself drowning in a mix of sharp pain and mind-numbing pleasure.  Beneath you, Eddie tilted his head back with a loud moan, exposing the pale column of his neck to your waiting lips.  You didn’t hesitate to cover his throat with small purple bruises, biting and kissing every inch of skin that you could reach.  

“Fuck-” he breathed, voice straining as you sunk your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot, “You’re taking me so well, princess.  You’re so fucking warm- so fucking tight-”

“I don’t know if that’s the case,” you panted, your breath hot against his neck, “I think it’s more that you’re fucking huge.”

You both moaned as your hips finally met his, his cock finding the deepest point inside of you.  For a moment, you remained still on top of him, savouring the stretch of him against your walls.  

Your nails scratched angry red lines down his chest as you sat up, catching your breath.  Eddie’s fingers dug into your hips, kneading a comforting pattern into your skin.  His eyes devoured the sight of you on top of him as you began to move.

The pace you set was brutal and entirely unforgiving.  The sound of skin on skin echoed through the trees.  Your fingers dug into the dirt beside his head as you drove yourself down.  He let you take control of him, watching with those pretty eyes as he disappeared into your cunt.

Your thighs grew slick with your arousal.  You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every drag of Eddie’s cock inside of you.  His fingers slipped down to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.  You clenched down around him, and when you moaned out his name, he smiled.

“Keep clenching down on me like that and I-” he cut himself off with the sweetest moan you had ever heard, “I won’t last long.”

“Neither will I- fuck- keep touching me, please.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

He kept his word.  His touch grew faster until you were a sweating, panting mess.  Soft whimpers escaped your lips as you rode him.  Your fingers clenched to fists in the dirt.  For the first time in a while, thoughts of your impending doom were far from your mind.  All you could think of was the man beneath you- of his pleasure, and of yours.

You could feel yourself spiralling towards the edge.  Your walls tightened around him of their own accord as you got closer.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, “You’re- you’re gonna make me cum, fuck-”

Eddie’s other hand moved up your side, his eyes peering deep into your own.  When he spoke, the sound was so soft that you almost missed it, “Do it.  Cum for me, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“You- you’ve got me.  Fuck-”

“I’ve got you.”

You collapsed over his chest, falling onto him as you came.  His heart raced beneath your ears as he kept thrusting his hips into yours.  His grip returned to your sides, his palms pressed flush against your skin, his fingers digging in deep.  A small whimper escaped you as he fucked up into your body, almost driving you to the point of overstimulation.

Eddie let out a soft pant.  His fingers dug into your flesh as he whispered, “Fuck- fuck, you felt so good.  ‘M gonna cum soon.”

“Shit,” you whispered, “Okay, okay, you can’t cum inside me, shit-”

You pulled yourself off of his cock just in time to watch as Eddie spilled his release over your thighs and his stomach.  You bit your lip as the boy’s eyes rolled back in his head, as curse after curse slipped from him.  As soon as he’d finished, his gaze returned to yours.

He reached up, running his thumb over your cheek.  You leaned into his touch, so much so that you collapsed back onto the ground beside him.  Eddie’s fingers slipped up, tangling in your hair as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“God,” your voice was so quiet, Eddie had to strain to hear it, “I didn’t think you would look so pretty when you came.  I should make you do that more often.”

You could feel his laughter vibrate in his chest.  The smile on his face blinded you.  

“You’ve found my only weakness!” he exclaimed, somehow keeping his voice quiet, “Flattery!”

You rolled your eyes, incapable of hiding the grin on your face, “Careful, now.  I might have to use that against you.”

“Good.”

You and Eddie fell quiet, oddly comfortable for a couple lying on the forest floor.  You could have fallen asleep then and there, safe in his arms, away from the nightmare that the world had become.

Slowly, he sat up and reached for the pile of discarded clothes.  Before you could move to follow him, Eddie grabbed what he needed and returned to your side.  A black handkerchief wove itself between his fingers, a dark void against his pale moonlit skin.  You watched, nearly hypnotized, as he wrapped the fabric around his knuckles and reached out for your knee.  

He looked at you, his eyes darting from yours to your cum covered thighs.  When you nodded, the tips of his fingers traced down your soft skin.  He cleaned you carefully, allowing you to lie back as he brushed the smooth material over your legs.

“Shit, Munson,” you whispered, “I think I like you.”

“That’s good, I’d be a little concerned if you didn’t.”

You scoffed, sitting up and threading your fingers into his hair, “Yeah, I like you.  I like you a lot, Munson,” you paused for a second, pulling him closer to you and leaning in just as far.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Is there any chance that you want to help me kill the king?”

-

“Hey there, little princess,” a hand gave your shoulder a gentle shake, “I need you to wake up for a second.”

Your tiny eyes blinked open as you sat up off the carpet.  The warmth of the fire and the stress of the day had sent you into a quick and uneasy sleep.

“Where’s my mom?” you whispered, words slurred with your exhaustion.

“I- I’m going to go find her, alright?  But I need you to stay here for now.  You can do that for me, yes?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he reached down, taking a knife from his belt.  To you, the short blade was a sword, “Take this.  It’ll keep you safe.”

Your hands shied away from the weapon.  You shrunk back slightly, trying to appear uneasy but brave instead of scared.  The stranger took note of it, regardless, softening the expression on his face in an attempt to appear softer- less threatening.  

“Come on, kid.  It’s just a knife.  You’ll learn to use it, I promise.”

You continued to hesitate.  The stranger clung to his patience, digging his fingers into his palms.

“She can be your friend,” he finally whispered, “She can look after you.”

Finally, you reached out, your tiny fingers curling around the heavy hilt of the knife.

“What’s her name?”

The stranger was at a bit of a loss.  He froze, eyes wide as you took the blade from his hands, “Uh… Melissa?”

It was more of a question than an answer, but you accepted it.  The little blade was yours.  It did as the stranger said it would.  Until you met Eddie Munson, she kept you safe.

[sneezemonster15]

I find it so funny when people try to dissuade people from shipping same sex pairing by using the "We need more representation of close and intimate male friendship. People need to stop making everything gay" excuse. But the reality is that the friendship who is truly under representated is male/female friendship. Ask anybody if 2 guys can be friend? Of course! Ask if 2 girls can be friend? Obviously! Now ask if a a guy and a girl can be friend? "Well, hum ... not really ... the guy probably want to fuck the girl if she is pretty ... the friendship isnt real." Clearly society lacks representation of healthy male/female friendship. Tv shows, anime etc ... give the MC a whole harem of girls (girls who are supposed to be just friends and he thinks of as only friends at the beginning) pining for him or love the trope of the good guy friend who is waiting for the girl to stop dating assholes and finally notice him. Which also lead to the gay best friend trope bc its the only guy who can be the girl's friend.

Representing male/female friendship not only help against heteronormativity but also misoginy. The idea that women arent fun to be around and are boring perpetuate the thought that women are just good at being fucked, at being wifed etc, and not fun enough to just have a good time doing friends stuff ... So men end up thinking they can only return romantic or lustful feelings toward women.

All that to say that those people clearly do not care about friendships representation. They are just annoyed that people prefer same sex pairings to the holy straight pairings. And "feminist" women who cheer because their queens finally got to get the dicks they wanted are advocating for the wrong thing. Celebrating their faves girls being used as sequel factories or for disney happy ever after the heteronormative and misogynist society craves so much, isnt the big flex they think it is.

Well said anon.

Yes, I agree there is a dearth of healthy and realistic m/f friendships in media and they are surely underrepresented. Lately, more creators are portraying m/f friendships in their films/series etc. But yeah, it's such a stereotypical thing to reduce m/f relationships to romantic or lewd isn't it?

I liked how the character of Amy in Gone Girl talked about the Cool Girl trope. How men wanna see women they wanna hang out with in a certain way and outwardly, it seems this is a fun girl, with a free, liberal and casual devil may care attitude yet still have their personalities revolving around the desires and fetishes of men. I also liked how again, the character of Amy in a film called Chasing Amy portrayed a similar issue, even though the film has its own problems. How men see lesbian women and even though their sexual interests don't intersect, men nevertheless feel righteous about constructing sexual fetishes around it, objectifying lesbians because women, by the simple grace of being women, simply cannot do without men, that their whole existence is nullified if men aren't in it.

A male/female relationship which is platonic and based on equal terms can do so much to give some resolution to this issue.

As for the 'feminist' fans in this fandom, it is interesting to see how Sakura or Hinata stans think cheering their faves is a holy act of feminism while understanding nothing about feminism and female representation in media. It has created such a toxic environment in this fandom, and I am sure others. To a huge extent, I blame the industry because the target group of this genre is so impressionable, it's so easy to misinterpret things, especially with how these women are written. While I get why Kishi did it with these two female characters, given they would be paired up with his two main (and clearly gay, living in a homophobic world) characters for the sake of the sequel and that he writes other female characters much better than theirs, it still is very problematic. Because they were never condemned in the actual story. They were never called out. Never made to face consequences for their actions. And this, THIS, makes their fans so insistent about the apparent goodness of them, while sweeping the rest under the carpet. While it doesn't take a genius to spot their faults, it certainly takes a certain level of understanding of narrative, visual language, themes and understanding of the world.

I can talk about narrative subversion till my lungs give out but unless one shows an inclination to learn how narratives are built, they would keep sticking to their token understanding of concepts such as representation and feminism. Which is such a sad phenomenon. It is almost hurtful how so many fans are so willingly tone deaf and blind, all because of some shallow relationship they wish they had. It's amazing to me how well fortified their delusions are. How strong their willingness to be courted by a hot popular boy. How fine they are with having their fave character revolve around some guy for the most superficial of reasons. This is what their understanding of feminism amounts to. All this nonsense for some cheap self insert.

Even Sasuke stans who are anti SNS. They prefer thinking of Sasuke as some cool, badass, revolutionary man archetype who sleeps around and struts with his massive dick out. And this is how they facilitate their Sasuke*fem reader smut. These Guevara extremists who think homosexuality only exists in western societies, who also consider themselves uber feminists, who think Sasuke casually slept with Karin (because why wouldn't he? He is a man and he has a dick and a willing girl is around, it all makes sense lol), are fine with self inserting into a female character, as long as the badass revolutionary would casually fuck her and then throw her away or let her die without a second thought after his demands have been met. Because yay, feminism. Like irony goes to anti SNS and SS/NH to die a horrible death.

Hinata stans would get triggered at SNS posts or anti NH posts and share the same four Spanish panels of photographs of Naruto with his family because that's their understanding of a happy family. Orchestrated studio pictures. Because gay men living in a het marriage have never been clicked. Because gay men in het marriages don't exist. That's their extent of understanding a relationship. A family picture. It is certainly not a flex.

Just look at how SS apply all sorts of mental gymnastics to justify Sasuke staying away from his family for 12 freaking years. Like you can certainly feel bad for SS stans who even after Gaiden, had the courage to ship this ship. The levels of desperation. And to what ends? What is even their payback? Where is their reward? Kishi certainly isn't giving them any.

You know sometimes I feel shipping is a strong word for what I feel for the story. Because Naruto is just a love story about two boys. If I want them to be together, is it shipping? Shipping is such a fandom term. If that's what the story has led me to, to hope for the two main characters to have a resolution that the entire narrative has painstakingly led me to, is it really shipping? I am just an ordinary reader/audience who wants a good ending to this story. The way the creator wrote it. All I did was to follow what he wanted me to see. Is it then shipping or just a natural conclusion to the story? To want them to be with each other?

As for those fans who say 'we need more representation of men being friends, stop making everything gay' are so fucking silly. Like damn, don't we have enough representation of platonic male bonding? There are entire tropes based on that dynamic. Cop buddies, bro code, band of brothers, big brother mentor, bromantic foil, bros before hoes, brother from another mother and this goes on and on and on. I can count like forty films and twenty books off the top of my head that use these male bonding tropes. Just say you are a homophobic piece of shit. Why circumvent facts? Like we live in a patriarchal, heteronormative world and suddenly stories about men being friends are in jeopardy. Like c'mon, cut the utter bullshit. Lol.

There are only a handful of sane voices in fandoms. Because the rest of them leave and I totally understand why. Hehe. But while you are here, do what you can and then get out. This shit is not good for anyone long term.

[moonchild-in-blue]

darya can you give me some soft song suggestions?? 👀

Boy, can I??

Okay, SO! This is a bit of a mix of genres/vibes I suppose, to give it a bit of variety. Also it's highly biased list since these are quite literally some of my all time favourites ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (blue for my mostest beloveds!)

(cut here because i don't wanna spam people's dash. It's so longggg omgiapologiseoop-)

Indie / Pop vibes (aka more on the mainstream artists spectrum):

Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet ; K

Billie Eilish - i love you ; everything i wanted

Rex Orange County - Untitled ; Happiness

Bon Iver - Flume ; Holocene ; Wash (he's one of my top 3 artists of all time omg i love him so much everything he does is perfect 💙 also a certain someone has cited him as an influence... :::) )

Ry X - Sweat ; Only

Cuco - Hydrocodone ; Amor de Siempre (my beloved chicano 💙 - lofi pop vibes)

Joji - Glimpse of Us ; Ew ; Like You Do (i would give up my kidneys for him)

Frank Ocean - Pink + White (maybe not super singing-friendly but I had to include him) ; Bad Religion (not exactly soft per-se but it's beautifully heartbreaking)

Bright Eyes - Lime Tree ; Lua

Jake Bugg - Love, Hope and Misery

Owl City - Vanilla Twilight

Rock / Metal / Alt vibes (i'm leaving a million bands out because otherwise this would just be my depression list... I listen to a lot of sad/angsty stuff lol)

All Time Low - Therapy ; Somewhere in Neverland (there's an acoustic version of it!)

Being As An Ocean - Dissolve

Bring Me The Horizon - Deathbeads ; Follow You

Crown The Empire - Millennia ; Lead Me Out Of The Dark ; For Days

Dayshell - A Waste Of Space

Linkin Park - Iridescent ; The Messenger (just typing this already broke my heart)

Of Mice & Men - Space Enough To Grow

Our Last Night - Falling Away

Panic! At The Disco - Northern Downpour ; She Had The World ; The End Of All Things (i am a panic girlie what can i say)

Parachute - Kiss Me Slowly (the cutest love song ever omg)

Plain White Ts - 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Hey There Delilah (sure it's mainstream but whatever it's beautiful)

Pierce The Veil - I'm Low On Gas (...) ; She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty

Queen - Love Of My Life (this one is a must ugh the cutesttt)

Real Friends - I've Given Up On You (my heartbreak song lmaoo) ; Sixteen

Red - Nothing and Everything ; Of These Chains (these are sad and emotionally heavy btw. one of my all time favourite bands everyone should listen to them more)

Seahaven - Honey Bee ; Silhouette

Sleeping With Sirens - Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm ; 2 Chord

Eepie Voucher - Drag Me Under ; Telomeres ; Give ; Shelter (i know it's unnecessary but!!! Oh well)

The Story So Far - Navy Blue ; Phantom

Twenty One Pilots - The Hype (specifically the Locations - Berlin version) ; Truce

Vinyl Theatre - Thank You For The Good Times ; Speak My Mind (it has soft vibes, you'll get it if you listen. They are crazy good and criminally underrated)

Random Songs that I just remembered lmao:

The Beatles - Yesterday

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris (SWS covered it and I love that version so so much)

Joe Brooks - Superman

Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Elliott Smith - Between The Bars

Terrenoire - Jusqu'à Mon Dernier Souffle (my fav frenchies)

Over The Garden Wall - Send Me A Peach (i sing this song at least once a day 🥺)

Kermit The Frog - Rainbow Connection (lmao i knowwww but this is one of my all time favourite songs hahaha it makes me so happy and soft and yeah 🥺🌈)

Baby I'm so sorry for the never ending list. I literally just scrolled through my music player curating songs. And I know I'm forgetting a million other songs but OH WELL 🥺💙💚

[definitelynotthedarklord]

Kind of want to start writing a DC/Marvel mash up fanfic and put it online but I'm not sure about some of the fusions I've thought up, so I'm putting them on here so I can get some feedback.

Warren Pryce, a.k.a. The Night Spider. Pretty typical Spiderman/Batman fusion. Son of a pair of brilliant scientists who founded a tech company but were murdered by a business rival who wanted them to make super soldiers, and made their deaths look like a lab accident while Warren watched from a cabinet be was hiding in. The only person Warren ever told was his Uncle, who revealed that the day before their deaths, Warren's parents sent him a USB that said "Warren is the key," which led Warren and his uncle to discovering a secret labin the Pryce manor where they find out Warren's parents had, under duress, been working on a ways to make super soldiers, one way being a way to give human spider abilities, but they stopped because they knew that if they had the power to change the world, they had the responsibility to do so for good. Warren spent the next 20 years training his body and mind to do just that, to use the super soldier spider serum to save people, and one day bring justice to the man who killed his parents, if he ever found him.

Also adding fusions of other characters, and yes, realize some of these are fairly redundant, but what can I say, there are parallels

Miles Morales and Dick Grayson

Gwen Stacy and Barbara Gordon

The Penguin and the Kingpin (Mr. Emperor)

Green Goblin and the Joker (The Gremlin Man)

Poison Ivy and Scorpion

Jason Todd and Agent Venom

Ra's Al Ghul and the Symbiotes

Clayface and Sandman

Lizard and killer croc

Scarecrow and Mysterio

Hobgoblin and the Creeper

Dr. Octopus and Mr. Freeze

Vulture and Firefly

Rhino and Bane

Lucius Fox and Aunt May

Batwoman and Spiderwoman

Tim Drake and Iron Spider

Peni Parker and Luke Fox

Spoiler and Silk

MJ Watson and Vicki Vale

Daredevil and Azrael

Damien Wayne and Scarlet Spider

Kraven the Hunter and Huntress

I'm not sure if I want to fuse Electro and Two Face, like half his face is scarred from electricity, or Electro and Harley Quinn, like she was electrocuted into insanity by The Gremlin Man, or fuse Harley with Black Cat, or I saw someone fuse Black Cat and Riddler and I thought that'd be pretty cool, call her Sphinx.

As for other heroes

Captain America + Wonder Woman = Achilles. Cursed for his hubris and attack on Troy, the Judges of the Underworld ordered Achilles to guard the ghost city of Troy, and to never again pick up a sword, only the Aegis. Then when Nazis showed up during ww2 looking for magic, Achilles was granted leave, arguing that the best way to protect Troy was to venture out into the modern world. The Winter Soldier and Falcon are now The Eidolon (who is secretly Achilles boyfriend Patroclus) and a man wielding the wings of Icarus.

Superman + Captain Marvel = ?

Namor + Aquaman = The Pacific Man. Rather than Atlantis, The Pacific Man rules over the city on the back of a giant sea turtle from various mythologies in the Pacific ocean, and instead of a trident, he wields the naginata from Japanese mythology that created Japan.

Black Panther + Hawkman and Woman = The Black Hawks. A pair of winged aliens crash land in the Amazon and using their alien tech and a metal called Vibranianth Steel, they form the city of gold, El Dorado, ruling over it as warrior king and queen, and when they die, they pass on their mantles and memories to worthy successors.

X Men + Green Lanterns = ? Green meteor crashes onto Earth imbueing certain people with powers, Prof X would be like the Guardians. This would also make Magneto Sinestro, and other mutants other lanterns, and the Sentinels like the Manhunters.

Fantastic 4 + Doom Patrol = ?

Dr. Strange + John Constantine = ?

Blue Beetle + Moon Knight = ? Found a piece of alien technology left by the aliens the Egyptians considered gods, this one specifically was built by Khepri, the God with the head of a beetle.

Flash + Hulk = ? Gamma radiation gave him super speed