#unsex me

[princessbrunette]

guys i feel like s1 rafe is kind of dumb and sometimes when he gets mad he’d threaten you in ways that don’t even make sense before storming off. he’d be like “hey, listen to me— alright, i took your virginity. me. if you keep mouthin’ off i’ll put your virginity right back, you understand?” before he walks off and you’re just standing there like what

[airoarts]

Why has it been over a year since i drew layton yaoi what the fuuuuck lol

[ID: a digital painting of Randall Ascot and Hershel Layton from Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask, post-game in their thirties. Hershel is lying on his back in bed, looking adoringly up at Randall, who is sitting on his leg and leaning over Hershel, smirking. Hershel's shirt is unbuttoned to show his belly with a tasteful glimpse of body hair. end ID]

[origami-butterfly]

No one gets Lady Macbeth like afab trans people do.

[naclarz]

[queeringclassiclit]

Lady Macbeth

from Macbeth by William Shakespeare

submitted by @eating-sim0n

[frankensteincest]

In hagiography, no rape is ever completed. Even if the saint dies, she dies sexually pure. The wicked seducers are always thwarted and punished, the faithful protected and rewarded.

[...]

Intertwined with the didactic aims accomplished by plotting rape is another less pious although equally time-honored function, doubtless aimed at male listeners: the representation of seduction or assault opens a licit space that permits the audience to enjoy sexual language and contemplate the naked female body. The vitae authors do not hesitate to indulge in descriptions of the nubile attractiveness of thirteen-year-old virgins; their smooth, tender flesh as they are stripped bare in public before a crowd; the debauched but beautiful prostitutes who seek to tease young maidens into licentious acts; or the sight of snow-white female breasts being twisted and pulled by heathen torturers. Hagiography affords a sanctioned space in which male voyeurism becomes licit, if not advocated. Suggestive evocations of the female body were not uncommon in patristic diatribes against the wiles of women.

KATHRYN GRAVDAL, ‘Plotting Rape in the Female Saints’ Lives’ from Ravishing Maidens: Writing Rape in Medieval French Literature and Law

[minervabellona69]

hey kids, i'm back!

Hello followers who are still active on Tumblr! This is the account formerly known as finleighwrites, but no more! I'm doing a little rebranding.

A lot has happened since I last posted on this account! I created this account the summer before my sophomore year of high school, and now I'm going into my senior year of college. (Yes, I know. I also feel old. And also like I have no idea what I'm doing.)

But I'm not just back for fun. I'm here because for the past 7 months, I've been working on creating an independent web series called Unsex Me, about a closeted lesbian fanfic author who writes Korrasami Macbeth AU fanfic to cope with her crush on her best friend. Blaire, my lovely protagonist, is also a frequent Tumblr user. So, I figured, why not go back to my roots?

Anywho, if you want non-tumblr content, you can also follow us at @minervabellona69 on Instagram and Tiktok. I can't wait to share more about this series with y'all :)

[t-he-art-of-beauty]

I did come here to write and read (a book on my tbr) but then I listened to the Macbeth playlist on my way and finished memorizing if it were done when tis done so I guess I'll reread this again instead of doing what I planned 🤔

[darksouls2yuri]

HONEY GOURAMI TOMORROW POSSIBLY

[missallanea]

@stardustedstories : When he had agreed to the pact with the Weird Sisters, Macbeth had been desperate. It had been the best way for both him and Demona to get what they wanted, what they needed, and it had linked them for life. A fact that he is very aware of each time he sees her.

They had been working together for quite a few years, now, and he trusts her more than he trusts…., well, anyone. She had saved his life more times than he could count, and he owed her so much more than he would ever be able to repay. If it wasn't for her, the entirety of Scotland would have turned out differently, would be much worse off.

Demona was his savior in so many ways.

And he finds himself thinking about her more than he should. There had always been a fondness there, but it had deepened as the years had gone on. He loved Gruoch, of course he did, but….., he loved cared for Demona, too.

Of course, it could never be; he was a married man, and she had no interest in him, not as anything more than a friend and protector of her clan.

But he couldn't help but think about it, wonder what it would be like if things were different.

Demona sat, perched upon the parapet with her foot dangling haphazardly over the side, watching out over this place which had become her home. 

What a strange thing to have found, after all these years, and yet — undeniably, she can claim that Castle Moray is nothing else. Not, perhaps, for her entire clan, who only come and go as needed. But she, more often than not, finds herself returning to this place once the sun has set.

( though, never staying the day. she trusted macbeth, perhaps, but not the rest of them. not any further than she must. )

Beyond the bridgeway she found herself sat upon was one of the few places in the Castle she would not allow herself to go, though not forbidden from her, not explicitly. Were her senses not sharpened from years of being hunted, perhaps she would have been able to ignore the soft voices she could hear in that place.

Perhaps this was another form of torture, to linger close enough that she can hear the whispered exchanges between husband and wife. Nothing that they would be shamed for her to overhear, of course — nothing they would not have done in front of any others. And yet, it pulls that ache in her chest, one that she thought had long grown dull.

His wife stares at her with such a wary gaze, as though feigning no fear for his sake. How Macbeth had fallen for a woman such as that, she could not understand. A warrior and a whelp. Yet, that seemed the case more often than not, for humankind. The strong sought out the weak, either for noble inspirations or something far crueler.

Or, worst of all, for love.

Was that her failing, then? To be too masculine to be gentle and beloved, yet far too feminine to be viewed as one of their own? Claws pierce into the tender flesh of her palm thoughtfully, pressing until the first droplets of blood rise to the surface, smeared against the stone as she shifts her weight.

She did not wish to be desired by any, or even most. Yet, some cruel part of her whispers that she did wish to be desired by one. How foolish. Perhaps Macbeth's more human foolishness had infected her along with his youth.

unprompted !!

[bunny-grunt]

Feeling dramatic. I am sick but I must venture out to buy food for my spider

[chucklepea-hotpot]

Susan's what if scene in s6e11 makes so absolutely sick, nauseous and angry.

[burningburning]

no one can love lady macbeth like I do. I want to be her daughter

[stressedsquidge]

Unsex me now.

Unsex me now. When I walk through those doors, do not even glance at me as an object of desire. I am a brain, a problem-solver, a person. 

I dress nicely, brush my hair, and put on makeup as a way of neutralizing myself—making myself passively pretty so that I receive no scorn, and I’m passable enough so that I am still seen. 

But do not look at me as a way to achieve your pleasure; look at me as a person. I deserve respect and neutrality and to just be. My brain is the same, or better, than yours; it is just wrapped in a feminine package. And that makes me more.

[musical-chick-13]

Lots of people go through like. A Goth Phase or a [Hobby] Phase or a Villain Phase. I went through a Macbeth Phase, and I feel it coming back in full force again.

[shanastoryteller]

for the lady mo full fic title i'm tilting between wing bones touching and unsex me here

thoughts? opinions?

edit: lol wing bones touching is from: “Why don’t we lie together, wing-bones touching? You look like someone I used to love, only colder.” — Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights; New Poems; Pareidolia. the quote is excellent and also i like the imagery of shoulder blades pressed together when they're sleeping away from each other, in discord, and when they fight back to back, in accord

unsex me here is macbeth, obv, and i like how she decries her gender for "holding her back" and how the gender/body shift effects wwx, plus it has obvious ties to the premise of the fic

edit 2: just because people don't seem to get what i'm going for with this one - "unsex me here" isn't about wwx's relationship with their gender, it's about society's relationship with their gender. he's unbothered. but what's expected of him and what he's able to do in mo xuanyu's body isn't just about him being not-wwx - it's about being a woman too. unsex me here when lady macbeth says it is about give me the freedom to be as violent and terrible as any man. unsex me here for wwx is give me the freedom to be more than the violent, mass murdering villain you've painted me as - strip me of my expectations and let me live as i was meant to live (even though he thinks he's destined to die again). it's about the parallels lol