#the iron lady series

[madamebaggio]

I AM NOT DEAD (yet).

I’ve been working hard on some videos and got distracted (good news is we might have some interesting new Tik Toks soon-ish).

Currently I’m translating The Lady Avenger from Portuguese to English (and I haaaaaate doing that). That’s why I’ve been missing.

But I still love you all and hope to be posting soon ❤️

Madame out.

[cleabellanov]

To be loved is to be changed.

From the very first episode, we see how Loki's defenses, so carefully sculpted out of need and reflex, are broken. It is firstly Mobius, who gets the God of Mischief to admit that he doesn't enjoy hurting people. But it is, as for now, in a cruel way. Because someone who studied variants of this god, the literal Loki expert, knows that's what he is used to.

I think we can all agree that the abrasive, hurtful way Mobius adresses them in this scene is not right. Adding to Loki's confusion and overall the management of the battle of New York, this is too much. But that's exactly why Mobius is opting for this, he knows that is a way.

He changes, tho. Later on, he becomes softer, more understandable, telling the same person they can be whoever they wanna be, even someone good. By being Loki's ally in this mission, Mobius basically betrays the insitition and ideas he's centered his whole life around. And that's not easy.

Oh, and the suit is not the only thing that changes from leather and gold to a simple "variant" uniform.

Loki's behaviour also softens with the more vulnerable uniform, that kind of shatters the illusion he was trying to mantain. All of it, too, is a chance given by Mobius, let's not forget. He was the one to bring Loki in the time theatre and get him to "work" with them. This is also because Loki's purpose at the time had been twisted. No more Tessaracts to collect when they're all just paper weights.

And, for someone who probably barely received any hugs at all, it's a huge step to be the one to initiate it. More so, we see them saying "thank you". Thank you for giving me strenght. Thank you for believing I can be more.

S2E1 is the polar opposite of S1E1. Because now all of Loki's guards are down, and he's running to the only person he knows can help. The first question both of them adress are about each other.

There's also a lot of touch comfort. We wouldn't see this at the beginning of these characters' journey, would we?

S2E2 is a whole treasure. Working together, getting literally physically closer. The dynamics work exceptionally well. And, probably my favourite parallel: Loki stays. He could've followed Sylvie again, but he didn't, because he changed now. He knows more about loving someone now. And more so, how that feels reciprocated.

All the little things, sparks and ideas that drive them forward, the "man of action" and "a more slow, deliberate approach" along with the crystal clear "sun and moon" are a wonderful dynamic. Spending so much time with someone, it is ultimately impossible to not let yourself be influenced, and some of each other's stars are present in Loki and Mobius's constellation.

In "Science/Fiction" we learn it's about who. That, too, is a change from where, to when, to why, and ultimately the key answer: who. This wouldn't be an option if it wouldn't be so powerful. Because the "who" is a force strong enough to control something as powerful as time and turn it into both shield and weapon.

Yeah, to be loved is to be changed. And altough we always knew change demands a sacrifice, we didn't know how much this actually implied.

[http-paprika]

IVY AND IRON THORNS

A TEASER / Sir Simon Riley x Lady Reader / A Medieval AU

Lightning dances across the sky, the light strikes and blinds your eyes. The deep red velvet of your dress is ruined by the rain and mud when your knees fall under you. Your cries are drowned out by the roar of the thunder as you shake from the cold.

All you had known, the world that had been promised for you had been torn from your trembling hands. God had abandoned you as quickly as the sun had abandoned the sky. You are plagued by the darkness, futilely praying to be saved, to wake up back in the safety of your castle and its walls.

Then warmth floods in your arm as a man in black armor sinks to your level, his knee digging into the mire. You cannot see his face, the intricate design of his helmet somehow scares you more than you already are. The skull helmet shines as lightning brightens the sky momentarily before he pulls up his visor and stares at you with concern. His nose and mouth are covered with a black cloth, but his eyes are aflame in the darkness. Only softening when they see how helpless you are as you shrink away from him.

Your savior.

I plan on publishing the first chapter on Wednesday once I've had time to write a few more chapters to have readied. I am so excited to share this with you, it's been on my mind for the past few weeks and I finally wrote the first chapter in a hurry last night.

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[jackiequick]

Marvelous OCs — Agents, Aliens, Asgardin and Assistance oh my!

Andrew J. West as The Kree Poet 📝

Earth Name: Enzo Daniel Ren Mills

Kree Name: Amos ‘ELREN’ Katz

Nickname: The Poet, Danny, Amor, Kaz, Spacey, Squirt,

Abilities: Teleportation, deep hearing, shapeshifting, and basic combat skills

Height: 5’11

Relationship Status: Single

Age: Human age 36, Kree years 42

Friends: Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Maria and Monica Ramnbow, Coulson and a few others

Basic information:

Amos arrived on Earth in 1995, originally for a small mission for the Kree to understand and analyze connections between the human beings. He was just an new solider for them at the time, being careful and open minded about everything, he knew the mission taking photographs, scouting places and understand everyone.

But he fell in love with them, the world. Culture, people, food and services they had. The life they live being a hard one but he doesn’t mind it too much. Especially the music, sounds, films and styles. He adored it all, as if he was meant to be there! He knew he was different from the other Kree his age, he didn’t look like the others, he looked human.

Because he was—is human! With some of his memories and mannerisms forgotten from being taken over the years over there.

Sooo he went AWOL believing that since he was too young, they wouldn’t mind him gone missing guessing they would sent another experienced person to do the job. Amos changed his name and took a job in a bar becoming a poet who played his guitar there as he embraced the life on Earth.

Everything was fine until one afternoon he was working there, he noticed VERS—Carol Danvers—an Kree warrior and an young man speaking. Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD. He tried to keep an low profile around them, when VERS noticed him and called Amos over.

Fury was confused of course until VERS explained, as Amos shy away listening to the conversation and situation at hand. He sighed, even being dragged along for the ride.

In result, he met entered the SHIELD Facility meeting Coulson as him and VERS found files on the faces. SHIELD has tags on plenty of people across the country.

When he found out about that, he wasn’t proud of that kidnapping as his files said they took him when he just a young man exploring the Seattle woods stumbling upon Kree technology. He didn’t know any better, he was curious about it and wanted to understand his findings, as they knocked him out cold refusing to kill him.

Carol Danvers and Kit Ren Mills. They’re real names. Amos kept the last name part, staying as Enzo Daniel Mills. Eventually, meeting Maria and her young daughter Monica who was friends with Carol, even stumbling into Coulson while on the run.

They met an little alien designed as a kitty cat named Goose, but Amos was willing to call the cat Chewie due to him recently watching Star Wars and the cat was a fur ball in his opinion. Nick even wanted to keep him!

After the overwhelming mission was over, he decided to stay in contact with Fury, becoming an unofficial member of the agency that is SHIELD. Fury code named him, ‘Spacey’ and ‘Kaz’ having him the an extra pair of eyes and ears sometimes calling in if there is an odd occurrence some part of the world.

As for Maria and Monica, he stays in touch with them. Coming over to visit with his guitar, movie nights, as they teach him/help remember the missing years he had on Earth.

And for Carol, they became friends as she nicknames him ‘Squirt’ and he rolled his eyes. They shared an experience and understanding of not knowing who they truly are, learning to become themselves and experience life themselves. Reporting their concerns on Earth & Space as well, telling Fury all about it.

Hell, Enzo is supportive of her becoming a mother down the line and encourages Carol’s path as a hero meanwhile he stays an bit of an musician.

He remembers meeting a young Michelle Danvers, being a spitting image of her mother with a love for music and a dazzling grin that portrayed some enlightened powers. Enzo blamed himself for the music part as he showed her all the type of Earthquaking music and poetic lyrics he could find. But Michelle loved it very much!

Phoebe Tonkin as The Explorer Of Healing🌌

Full Earth name: Donna Winnifred (D.W.) Clark

Asgardin name: Lady Mira Damaris

Nicknames: Donny, D.W., Winnie, Ms. Clark, Mama bird and etc

Abilities: Healing anyone physical with a flick of a wrist or her fingertips. She’s also great as strategy

Relations: Lady Sif, Loki, Thor, Möbius, Fandral & The Warriors 3

Height: 5’8

Age: Over less than a thousand years old, human years 28

Basic information:

She was married to Lady Sif and in love with Fandral for a while (they’re dead now soo she’s single). She’s part of the Warriors 3 for years. Traveling the lands, healing and helping people, fights among the Realms and plenty of parties

She loves it but there was one places she hasn’t been to often nor explored every well, Earth. Sif and the warriors 3 were afraid for her safety and at odds with the idea of Midgard due to the fact it might be harmful.

Hell Thor wasn’t too pleased with it since he already been to Earth twice already but he scared she won’t adjust to it well. Yes, she already been to Midgard before when she met to get him back to Asgard in 2011 but she didn’t stay long to get an experience of it all.

She assured them that she will be fine and make sure not to get into too much trouble, promise to return back home. Even if people might see her as a witch if she uses her powers to heal someone or two, it was in her nature to help.

Due to her stubbornness and sweet tooth nature, she took to Earth’s culture with an odd turn. She had a strategy to go there and get a feel for the people, helps them secretly if she found someone hurt. Yes, Mira was scared and a little cocky to be there on her own seeing plenty of people walking past her however the fresh treats of the fall time soften her up.

She was a coffee shop in Las Vegas when it started, seeing everyone in their busy lives meanwhile other people were taking it slow. She was taking in and reading the small books they offered customers to take as entertainment, aside from the TV and music of course, Mira smiled softly taking it all in. She remembers Thor’s stories about The Avengers with their kids and Pop-Tarts, his tales about Jane, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in their lab. The book she was reading had plenty of names in them, she decided to play around with a piece of paper writing them and try to adopt an persona with them.

Ms. Clark, Winnifred, Athena, Sally, Jamie, and Ruth. None of them went right to her, at least Winnifred Clark stuck in her head. She liked it, using it as she smiled.

The next few days, she stumbled across movies in the motel she staying and walks long the park, when she saw a little girl hurt and she rushed over to her help her. She fell off the monkey bar and her arm was hurting, the little girl Maya Sullivan who in the future would grow to become a Lawyer and an TVA agent, she was pouting upset but she wasn’t scared of Mira letting her help her. Once she did, Mira told her to keep a secret as she healed her with the touch her fingers and a gentle welcoming smile. Maya gasped saying, “You’re magic like a fairy or something! Thank you so much.” The girl happily ran off and left.

Mira smiled sheepishly and felt good, accomplished what she wanted, to help anyone who came in her path. She was lucky enough for it to be a sweet little blonde like her with such firey spirit, smarts and kindness in her.

Later on though, she would be found out by Phil Coulson as he was on a mission with his team to entrap an Enchanting witch from Asgard, along with Lady Sif’s help as she was the one to come to the man originally for guidance on the matter. Once it was delivered and done, Coulson thanked both women and they thanked him in return for his efforts. Sif returned home to Asgard with a smile but Mira to stay a bit long to experience Midgard’s finest things, Coulson gave her the Earth name ‘Donna’ afterwards since she was undercover for them during that period of time of the mission.

Eventually of course, her trip to Midgard came to an end knowing she return back to experience some more. Years went by, Mira did visit Earth accompanying Thor and meeting the Avengers/Young Avengers with delightful things to remember about them. Things went as far as Mira, also known as Donna Winnifred Clark, was brought onto some adventures at the TVA meeting Möbius and the others.

Colin Donnell as Agent Of Clearnce🕹

Full name: Alexander Thomas Boyd

Age: 32

Height: 5’10

Nicknames: Alex, Alec, Tommy, Agent, Stars, Chaser

Relationship Status: Singles

Friends: Henry Stacy, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Captain Danvers and a few others

Skills: Getaway driver, sharpshooter, archery, basic training with hand to hand combat, wound care, levels of communication, distraction and etc

Basic information:

This man has no patience at all. He’s nice and flirty, but he got a temper that is always ticking. He’s quick, smart, and a tendency to lay low to do his job for an nice paycheck.

Alex was always one to shoot first, ask questions later when it came to his job not just combat but as archer as well. His father was well respected in archery, working for crime bosses around his town and a few gangsters, which let Alex down a similar situation taking down men who he had himself believed were doing wrong in his cities. Making sure he was never seen, in taking moments in 3 story buildings to land his shooting skills into someone’s back then reporting back to his boss with results.

Get in and get out.

Soon enough he was spotted in by Phil Coulson’s agents after Agent Romanoff’s gave the man a tip of someone who was in the same position as she was during a mission. Since that very night, a millionaire called Damon Calver was being an old ass and transferring his money into vials of Vertigo doses as a drug for people. Alex was originally there to shoot a couple of personalized arrows into the man’s equipment and transfer the money to end the man as bankrupt instead. Everything was going fine until SHIELD showed up, giving him a proper proposal to stop Damon from his wrongdoing and after a while, Alex accepted the request.

Afterwards, he found himself being brought in SHIELD, meeting Coulson, along with the others. They always gave the man an offer to join SHIELD, telling Alex about their organization. Saying, beforehand, things at SHIELD used to be simple but over the years things got kinda crazier due to Aliens, Androids, Asgardins and Wizards coming left and right.

Alex is a rather chill guy, a helper on the floors running around headquarters on errands and scouting cities in different departments in the area. But he never stayed forever, wanting to do things his own way but if SHIELD needed backup he would make time out of his schedule to get some work done for them.

Always assigned to introduce new recruits and shipments out to people, hanging out with other agents and encounters new people every so often. He’s always someone’s right hand depending on a missions and curious on the circumstances of the situation. For example, he was tasked with getting files of the main 6 Avengers such as Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, reporting to his boss.

With his short lived medical background, Alex has always been an agent with the quick skill set to patch and take care of an agents wounds, being brought in my the medicine department for certain damage control.

Not just that, he was always well versed in wound care due to his past of being a sniper in high place taking down shots making sure where to hit and how clear his target had to be. Such as in 2011 when Thor came to New Mexico, he was one of agents tasks to taser the god of thunder to drop to his knees and shot him, if he did anything funny. It’s where he met Agent Barton that same night along with his darling wife and daughter years later.

If you ask him how many Avengers and X-Men are there, he will just tell you “Ah well, at this time there is a whole bunch of them, including their kids!”. He loves it though, since there is alway something interesting going on the news reports.

Victoria Pedretti as Assistant to the rich and famous 🖨

Full name: Josie Madeline Stone

Nicknames: The helper, JoJo, Maddie, Stony, Mother Goose, Potts Jr, The babysitter and etc

Age: 24

Height: 5’3

Worked for/with: The Starks, The Felton’s, The Richards, The Osborns, The Pyms. Mostly whenever the agency sends her out

Relationship Status: Single but always willing to mingle!

Skills: Languages, hand to hand combat due to boxing classes, patience, communication and time management

Basic information:

She grew up in New Orleans with a simple education and a nice set of friends. Her family life wasn’t the best with her parents sometimes working late hours, resulting in her having to help raise her siblings and figure out what job she wanted.

She had no idea what she wanted to do, more focused on being in the moment instead and enjoying herself.

But she was always into the idea of helping others, learning about other’s experiences and taking care of people. She has been very hesitant and scared about raking on the tasks, standing in the corners watching others instead.

Eventually that resulted in her realizing she liked social work, human relations and resources, and being an honest assistance to others. She became one of the assistants for a new media companies and small businesses, eventually working her way up into working at an agency.

Due to the agency, she was tossed into becoming one of the accounting assistants for Hope Van Dyn for a while, it was a simple and rather nice experience. Soon enough, the agency would sent her to be one plenty people to bounce between The Starks & The Feltons.

The Feltons, she was a little unmotivated and tired running around the children such as Rochelle and her siblings. As well her cousin Liane when she visited was rather annoying. Their parents dropped her of as the coined phrase ‘The Babysitter’ or ‘The Help’ since they saw Joise as so young at the time and easy to please, thinking she a simple nanny.

Joise wasn’t sure if she was a right fit for helping the rich and famous families, to experience it all when she was hired for The Felton. However, she made it work finding tips and tricks to please the kids and teenagers. They just wanted some attention and a bit of freedom, so she gave that to them around the house.

As for work, it was mainly a lot of odd emails she had to respond to and events reschedule for the family. The Feltons left her in the dark for a lot things, telling her to only do as she’s told and will be payed soon enough. Josie would sigh muttered, “Pym was easier..” as she would type up another email or knock on Ms. Felton’s bedroom door to remind her of a 5 o’clock meeting. Plenty of photoshoots to attend, parties to plan, following the weekends with children going to the malls, and in house organized events. But a lot of rooms and meetings were always kept out of her hands, but due to her sources she always got a tip or two about what happened in the rooms.

It was an spectacular surprise working for The Starks however. As it was, Jason who called a few agencies to send some help around the house. Whatever assistance is appreciated with 3 kids (yes, Tony Stark is a grown up kid sometimes according to him, Peggy, Maria and Pepper) for a while. Josie along with her co-workers, loved being able to stand on the sidelines and watching the routines, becoming familiar with things and helping out when needed.

Pepper loved it, Jason treated her like a little gem with how kind she was. Tony found it to be a charming addition around the house, meanwhile Maria Winter flirted with her whenever she visited.

Since Rei was just a kid at the time, he actually liked her finding it nice to have someone else beside his mother or godfather picking him up school, listening to his ideas, organizing movie nights and etc.

When Josie wasn’t playing with kids, such as giving them piggyback rides, she was handling the finer things around the house like paperwork, cleaning up the place and ordering stuff needed. As well as going to meeting with Tony and Pepper, making sure thing were always kept up-to-date and she was always in on whatever situation was happening.

Similar to other families like Reed Richard’s family. But like anything, there were families with high security and tough pasts to uncovers, and if she was lucky enough for it, she got information from them about it.

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[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 26 - In Irons

This one is…a little boring, in my opinion, but hey, it’s the third to the last piece I’m writing for this event and I’m just thankful I haven’t completely burned out, only slowed down! Also if you like exhaustion this may not be boring to you at all lol

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Masterlist

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.” | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

Contains: lady whump, forced labor, brief and not completely serious sui ideation

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It’s been almost two days since Adelaide last slept. Captain Payne had her on night watch last night, for the second time this week. All the men on board take turns staying up, and it never seems to faze them. She sees them running about the ship the next day as always, shimmying up masts and across ropes like they’re well rested. 

Maybe that makes her pathetic, or dramatic. But as much as she hates the way they look down their noses at her weakness, she is weaker than they are. Before being brought onto this ship, her days were filled with embroidery and supervising the household staff and receiving callers and occasionally going out for a horse ride. 

Now, she spends her time on her hands and knees, scrubbing the deck until her knees are bruised and her back aches. She pulls ropes with muscles that are barely starting to develop and stay constantly sore, and with hands that used to be delicate and pale but are now reddened and covered in blisters. She shoves heavy crates around to make room for more of the Captain’s loot. 

And when she’s done with all of that, if she’s lucky, she’s sent to the galley to chop and stir and tend the coals. Otherwise, it’s back to even more scrubbing.

She can keep up with all of the work most days. But she’s absolutely exhausted at night, collapsing into her hammock and falling asleep almost instantly. That means that, to her, having to stay up all night for watch duty is one of the worst things she can be assigned. It sets her back on all of her tasks the next day, which just causes the Captain to pile even more on her. Her weary, sluggish work a couple of days ago is what prompted him to assign her to night watch again after just one night of sleep, she’s sure of it. 

There are just a few more hours left now until she can sleep, though. He won’t make her stay up two nights in a row. She thinks she might just throw herself off the side of the ship if he did. He’s already had her scrubbing for most of the day, a sure sign of his displeasure with her, so hopefully that will be enough to appease him until tomorrow.

Adelaide puts all of her focus into the rope that she’s coiling. It’s heavy with sea water, and her arms protest each time she lifts it. The salt bites into the blisters that had burst open earlier in the day. But she has to get finished. She can’t be slow, doesn’t need to give the Captain any more excuses to punish her. 

“You look awful.”

Turning her head wearily toward Marshall, she scowls. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

The corners of his mouth twitch a little as if he might actually smile. “Sorry. You do look exhausted, though.”

“I am,” she sighs, returning her attention to her work. “But it’s not much longer until I can turn in. I’ll be fine.”

He watches her in silence for a moment. “You know, it’s impressive, what you’re doing here.”

“Coiling rope?”

“No, working on this ship. I know it’s far from what you’re accustomed to, but you’ve jumped in and done what needs to be done. I’ve seen gentlemen of your class fail miserably and eventually get tossed overboard. I don’t believe any of us ever expected you to fare so much better.”

She doesn’t know what to do with that compliment. Succeeding at working on a pirate ship, at surviving a tyrant of a captain, is not something she ever wanted to accomplish, not something she feels proud of. But she appreciates it, nonetheless. Most probably haven’t even noticed how hard she’s working, and certainly don’t care.

“Thank you. I’m only trying to survive.”

“I know you are. But the fact that you have is what’s impressive.” He clears his throat. “When you’re done there, Captain wants you in the galley.”

Adelaide just nods, finishing the last of the rope. Cooking is the easiest task she has, despite how hot it can get. “I’ll go there now.”

She takes two unsteady steps, feet heavy like her boots are filled with lead, and feels the need to reach out for the railing to support herself. Unfortunately, she doesn’t quite reach far enough. Her balance is thrown off, and she stumbles, dizzy and lacking the strength to right herself. 

Just before she falls gracelessly onto the deck, though, Marshall catches her by her arm. “Whoa. Do you need me to walk with you to the galley?”

Frowning, she shakes her head adamantly and pulls her arm away politely but firmly. “No, thank you. I don’t need the Captain seeing me as weaker than he already does. I’m only tired. I told you, I’ll be fine.”

Marshall takes a step back and nods. “Very well. Take care of yourself, Miss Gray.”

[mermaidsirennikita]

a) of course Starz picked up up Mary and George, as the channel that is basically "historical shows for women who want to see nudity onscreen" (said with respect)

b) of course Starz is doing that Outlander prequel about the dead parents we know die horribly like the one who has a heart attack or some shit after the trauma of seeing his son basically flayed alive instead of adapting, I don't know, a historical romance series in which it's literally period piece content for women who want to see nudity, which doesn't actually have any rape

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 25/27 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mira Foret, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Bull's Chargers, Original Orlesian Character(s), Original Dalish Character(s) (Dragon Age), Leliana Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, pre-Inquistion, Eye Trauma, oc is a healer, OC is a Polyglot, Obligatory Sad Backstory, Canon Trans Character, Found Family, Blood and Gore, Open Relationships, Friends With Benefits, Explicit Consent, Contraceptives, Semi-Public Sex, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Merc Life Ain't Easy, Minor Character Death, The healer has the bloodiest hands, Dubious Spycraft, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Ambiguous/Open Ending, part one of a series, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please Heed Them; Parts of This Are Graphic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Series: Part 1 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has always drifted. No place is home, no one is family.

Until the Iron Bull.

 NSFW will be marked with **. Beta'd by Iron_Angel. Updates on Monday.

Chapter 25 - Under Cover, of Identity and Dark

The Angry Swan was a rather disreputable looking inn and Mira grinned, knowing that was likely why Bull had chosen it.  It was the kind of place where one didn't admit to seeing anything, and if they did, they didn't say so.  It reminded her of the tavern where they’d met, so long ago.  Inside the light was murky and the sailors and dockworkers drinking there barely gave her a glance when she walked in.  She searched the taproom and found Bull sitting in a corner, his back and blind side protected by the walls.  He'd seen her come in – a smirk already curled his lips – so she wasted no time crossing the room to him.  In her periphery she saw a barmaid's disappointed glower.  It made her grin.  Some things never changed.

“Hey, babe.”

He gave her one long assessing look, from her hood to her boots.  His smirk grew wider.  “Chestnut.”

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LE ME:

[aesthetic--mood]

Cersei Lannister Aesthetic

[madamebaggio]

Next updates:

All paths lead to you

Maybe we shouldn’t (but we will)

The Lady Avenger

[http-paprika]

Somehow, I’ve managed to enter a writing fad and am 2743 words into the first chapter of my next project. And let me tell you, I’m so excited to get everything ready to share with you. I think y’all are gonna love it because it may or may not include a medieval knight au… but I’m saying nothing more. You’ll just have to wait!

[jexofficial]

COSPLAYER LIFE

So, as some of you know besides making music, I'm also a cosplayer. I've technically always been a nerdy person. But with cosplaying it has taken it to a whole new level.

Now I've only been cosplaying for a few years now (since 2019 to be exact). But It feels like I've been doing it for a lot longer than that.

Here is just a list of all the cosplays I've completed so far.

Raven (Teen Titans)

Killer Frost (The Flash/Arrowverse)

Iron-Girl (Genderbend Iron-Man)

Gwenom (Gwen Stacy/Venom)

Spider-Girl (Mayday Parker)

Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Denki Kaminari (My Hero Academia)

Nightwing (Teen Titans)

Flashpoint Joker (Martha Wayne)

Scarlet Witch (Wandavision/Multiverse of Madness)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (Loki)

Lady Deadpool (Genderbend Deadpool)

Ghost-Spider (Spiderverse)

I look forward to sharing and making new cosplays soon but until then you can follow me on my other socials to see more photos and content for each of these cosplays.

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 10 - In Irons

Look! Proof that I haven't forgotten about this series, either!

This is a prequel piece, taking place before Adelaide runs away in the first chapter.

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No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Contains: abusive relationship, historical sexism, insulting a woman’s appearance/body, vaguely referenced marital activities, talk of cleavage, talk of pregnancy

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Charles comes up behind her as her maid is helping her dress. She always wishes he wouldn’t. He’s seen her in much more of a state of undress than her shift and stays - he’s her husband, after all - but that doesn’t keep Adelaide from feeling exposed. 

He doesn’t touch, and doesn’t get in the way as her petticoat is slipped over her head. He just watches, looking her up and down with a critical eye.

“I highly doubt any other man ever took a second glance at you, you know.” 

She makes eye contact with him in the mirror for an instant, surprised by the statement, then quickly looks away again. He’s in another of his moods, clearly, and as usual, she’s the one he’ll take it out on. She just needs to remain quiet until he’s done. 

“Other than the unusual color of your hair, you’ve hardly anything to offer. Your features are too boyish, your breasts are embarrassingly small -” Adelaide’s face heats rapidly, shocked that he’d bring up such a thing -“and the freckles…” He sighs heavily, as if the marks on her skin have personally offended him. 

“Be sure she’s wearing plenty of powder tonight, down to her neckline, as well,” he instructs the maid, who nods silently, focused on preparing the next petticoat and pretending she’s not listening to the rest of the conversation. “Just try to make sure she’s as presentable as possible. Everyone is already talking about why you’re not with child yet, I don’t need them talking about your looks, as well.”

Why would they? I’m already taken. By you. Clearly my looks weren’t that horrible when you asked my father to court me.

“You come from an admirable family, and your dowry was acceptable, but I hope you know that if I hadn’t taken you, you’d have ended up a spinster. You owe me for the pampered life of a married woman you’re now living.”

Ah, there ‘tis. This is about me owing him an heir, as usual.

He continues to stare at her for a long moment, displeasure creasing his features. Adelaide stands with her hands folded in front of her and prays he’ll leave. 

“Well, hurry up and finish getting ready, then.” Turning on his heel, he marches toward the door. Just before he exits, she hears him mutter, “If our son ends up with freckles…”

I hope you never have a son. I’d have rather ended up a spinster than to share a bed with you.

“Madame? Forgive me if this is too forward, but I’ve heard that some of the ladies will add, um…padding to their bodices. Would you like me to…?”

“No, thank you,” Adelaide answers coolly, then gives the maid a slight, forced smile in the mirror. “Powder me enough to appease him, but let’s not go too far in catering to his whims.”

The maid smiles back, ducking her head, though not before Adelaide sees the approval in her eyes. “Yes, madame.”

[ozzgin]

I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

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I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin. 

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop. 

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged. 

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar. 

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously. 

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top. 

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege? 

[edenesth]

The Duke's Weakness

Pairing: duke!Yunho x dancer!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

'Crazy Form' Comeback Special Series | Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |

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"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?"

Your eyes widened when you turned around to see none other than Duke Jung Yunho, the second most eligible bachelor in Wonderland after the recently engaged crown prince.

In surprise, you quickly curtsied and replied, "But sire, you mustn't. I'm no lady—"

It was against the rules for you to dance with any lords or noblemen at the ball. After all, you were simply a hired dancer meant to entertain at such grand events.

Yunho, undeterred, smiled cheekily as he extended his hand, waiting patiently, "Not a lady, you say? You do possess the anatomy of one, though, don't you?"

Blushing, you stammered, "W-well, of course, I do, my lord. But that's not what I meant—"

Amused by your flustered response, the duke gestured towards his outstretched hand, "Then please, my lady, I wish to dance with you. Unless you refuse, I will respect your decision."

In a panicked state, you shook your head and quickly placed your hand in his, "N-no! It would be an honour, my lord."

You couldn't ignore the watchful gazes fixed upon the two of you as Yunho gracefully led you into his embrace, twirling you around the grand hall. Sensing the scrutiny, you squirmed slightly, acutely aware of the potential controversy surrounding a man of his status dancing with a peasant like yourself.

"Hey, look at me. Only me. Don't mind them; none of these people matter as long as I'm here," His reassuring words made your heart skip a beat, and you responded with a breathless, "Yes, my lord."

His words had a magical effect, diverting your attention from the envious glares of women and the judgemental stares of men.

As you locked eyes with his gentle gaze, you wondered why people labelled him as the strict and cold-hearted Duke. Yunho inherited his father's title at a young age, and he hasn't been the same ever since. Ruling with an iron fist, he defied societal expectations by refusing to marry despite the persistent stream of candidates presented to him each year.

His reputation preceded him, and your knowledge of him was limited to what most people knew. You've encountered him multiple times at events, you as the performer and him as a distinguished guest.

Tonight, however, he played the role of the ball's host, an attempt orchestrated by his mother to find him a suitable bride. But he remained steadfast in his defiance, his attention solely fixed on his favourite dancer who had captured his interest at every ball and ceremony—you.

In truth, Yunho's struggle with his identity began in earnest after his father's passing, burdening him with responsibilities far too heavy for a child. Forced into the role of a duke, he became little more than a puppet, dutifully following his mother's directives.

Beneath his seemingly detached exterior simmered a reservoir of anger, a lamentation for the childhood he had lost. Deprived of a voice in his younger years, his subsequent decisions reflected a rebellion against his constrained past, resulting in a ruling style that was borderline tyrannical.

For the longest time, he had lost hope and found it difficult to see the beauty in life. But everything changed when he first laid eyes on you. Beyond your physical beauty, the genuine joy radiating from your eyes as you indulged in your passion for dancing captivated him. He saw something ethereal and was determined to shield the childlike innocence that still sparkled in your gaze from potential harm.

Contrary to popular belief, the duke had a weakness that surfaced consistently in the presence of a mere dancer at every event. Tired of his mother's incessant prodding, he had decided to marry as she wished. But he had a very different plan in mind: he would not be choosing from the noblewomen invited to the ball.

Unable to contain the questions swirling in your mind, you mustered the courage to speak, "My lord, if I may ask a question," He nodded, "Please, just Yunho will do."

Your eyes widened at the informality, "But, my lord—" The duke gently silenced you with a finger pressed to your lips, "No 'buts.' Now, ask away."

Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat before voicing your inquiry, "Y-Yunho, sire, you must be aware that I'm not a noblewoman of any sort, yes? Why would you want to dance with someone as humble as myself? Wouldn't this affect your reputation?"

He flashed a mischievous grin, tightening his hold on your waist and pulling you closer, your foreheads now touching, "My lady, I won't allow you to belittle yourself like that. Let it be known that I've been admiring you since your very first performance."

Your cheeks flushed at the realisation that he had been watching you from the start, "And now, I find myself admiring you even more for the genuine concern about my reputation. I could use a wife like you."

The final sentence nearly caused your heart to stop, halting your feet and leaving the two of you at the centre of the dance floor, all eyes focused on you, "This isn't funny, Yunho. You shouldn't joke about such matters—"

His hand gently cupped your cheek, interrupting your protest, "I am not joking, my lady. If I were to propose right now, would you agree to be my bride?" Despite your initial disbelief, the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes persuaded you that he was indeed serious.

Anxiety etched his features as you remained silent; his thumb soothingly stroked your cheek, "I know you're scared and confused, but I swear on my life, I will make you happy. So, tell me, my dear, would you be mine?" Unable to trust your voice, you simply nodded, prompting an instant, wide smile to grace his face.

At that moment, he caught the familiar sound of his mother's approaching footsteps, storming over to intervene, "Yunho, my son—" With a sly smirk, he gracefully dropped to one knee in front of you, drawing gasps from the surrounding onlookers, "My lady, would you allow this duke the honour of being your husband?"

This dramatic gesture served a dual purpose: demanding respect for you as his chosen one and signalling his defiance to his mother and everyone else present.

Feeling the intensity of the penetrating glares, you hesitated momentarily, but the gentle squeeze of your hand reassured you. With a firm nod, you affirmed, "Yes, my lord. I'd be delighted to have you."

Without hesitation, he swiftly pulled you into his arms, his words a whispered promise in your ear, "I'm well aware that my reputation may not be the best, but I will be good to you, my duchess. You have my word." Your heart melted at the sincerity behind those words, and he sealed the deal with a kiss on your lips.

By the end of the night, you would come to realise that your trust in him was well-founded. In only a brief span, this man has shown you more respect than anyone ever had throughout your entire life.

It became abundantly clear that any woman thinking they stood a chance with Yunho was sorely mistaken, for the duke only has eyes for you—his one and only weakness.

Y'all, Wooyoung was initially meant to be the duke. But the more I looked at that photo of Yunho, it was almost like he was telling me this role belonged to him lmao.

Thank you for reading and as always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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