#⚢;accepted

[feasibilities]

Sweet As Honey - Patricia 'Kitten' Braden x AFAB Client!Reader ⚢

Warnings: Prostitution, Pet Names, Teasing, Overstimulation, Pining (like really badly), Love at first sight, P in V, Soft!Dom/Sub Aspects, etc. Author's Note: I wouldn't have survived the year if I didn't write something about the goddess that is Patricia 'Kitten' Braden. A beauty who deserves everything good in this world. I was shook making the GIF above but that's neither here nor there. Enjoy!

“Am I really about to do this?” You thought as you stared at the red neon ‘GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS’ sign outside of Xanadu. Opening the door, you met the confused glance of a John—and the smell of cigarettes & cheap perfume. You quickly brushed past him and went to the front desk. Setting a few dollars on the counter, the madame gave you change. 

“Booth 7, darlin’.” She purred, looking you up & down. You hesitantly walked to the booth and shut the door. Sliding 4 coins into the slot, the booth’s window slid open. You were met with the gamine beauty on the other side.

“Hello, sir. What’s your name?” Patricia hummed, rocking back & forth on her flower-covered swing. Her view of you was obscured, so she assumed you were among her male clientele. 

“Y/N.” You spoke softly into the shoddy microphone. You felt your temperature rise after hearing her silken voice. Tilting her head, Patricia barely managed to hide her surprise that a woman was behind the wall.  Giggling to herself, she decided to toy with you.

“So…what brings you here, sweetheart?”  Patricia inquired, already knowing the answer. 

“Just looking for some company, I suppose…” You trailed off as you stared through the window. She was wearing a blue silk nightie & her hair was curled beautifully. Thoughts of the beauty that lie underneath were too much to bear.

“You can go to your local pub for company. Why are you really here, love?” Patricia purred, running her hands in between her smooth legs. You caught yourself rutting against the velvet chair before you realized she asked you a question. 

“To fuck.” You admitted, hoping she’ll accept your offer. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” She teased. Standing up, she walked to the booth window and stared inside at you. Her blue eyes widened with curiosity. It took every ounce of restraint to not kiss her. 

“A pretty little doll, aren’t you?” She praised. Your heart fluttered at her words. 

“I normally don’t do this but…” She trailed off, pulling a gold key from her bra. She unlocked the booth’s door and took your hand in hers. Pulling you to her bedroom, she quickly shut the door. Paper dolls & Marilyn Monroe posters covered the wall. Her vanity had a wonderful assortment of makeup and perfume bottles. A beautiful canopy hung over her bed with a mirror on the ceiling. 

“C’mere, darling.” She whispered as she pulled you closer. Taking some initiative, you slipped the sheer robe off her shoulders. She followed suit by reaching under your shirt and unfastening your bra. You moaned when her cool fingers teased your nipples. She hushed you with a fervid kiss. You whimpered softly when she nipped at your bottom lip. Pulling away, you saw that her lipstick was smeared and her pupils were dilated. Desire boiled over in the resplendent room. 

You took off the rest of your clothing as she watched with starved eyes. Growing impatient, you began to untie the silk strings of her nightie before she stopped you once more. “Patience is a virtue, my love. Lay down.” She chastised sweetly. You followed her orders and soon felt her lay next to you. Sliding her hand between your legs, she grazed the sensitive flesh of your clit. You bit your lip as you ached for her touch. She slipped her fingers inside and pressed against the spongy flesh of your g-spot. A wicked smile formed across her face when you gasped and your legs began shaking.

“Mhmm…” She purred, nipping at the flesh of your collarbone. Her fingers sped up while her plump lips moved to your nipple. You watched yourself in the mirror above the bed. You got off on the salacious visual and the sounds of your arousal gushing around her fingers. Her tongue swirled around the delicate bud as you unraveled. Your vision blurred as your climax took possession of your body. You cried out Patricia’s name like a Hail Mary. She held you close as you rode out your high. 

Removing her mouth from your nipple, strings of saliva clung to her lips as she stared up at you. She put her coated fingers in her mouth, savoring your taste. “Sweet as honey, beloved.” She whispered, sending chills through your body. She sat up to remove her nightie & was just as beautiful as you thought. You kissed her shoulder softly and moved your hand to her dick. Stroking gently, you heard her whimper. You held her in place as you stroked faster. She moaned sweetly as her eyes fluttered shut. Soon after, ejaculate began spurting out of her onto her torso. Her mewls were like music to your ears. 

“I..I don’t think I can take much more, sweetheart.” She relented.

“Of course you can.” You said, kissing her neck.

You pulled her down on the bed and straddled her. She hastily slid into you and thrusted her hips upward, bottoming out. A indecorous moan left your lips. She responded with murmurs of pleasure. Adjusting to her size, you started to grind slowly. Patricia stared up at you with appreciative eyes. Her pouty disposition, messy hair, and flushed cheeks almost made you cum once more. 

“So beautiful…” You praised, trying to keep the floodgates from bursting. 

“Just- mmm, just like you.” She replied, feeling the elixir of your arousal drip down her shaft. She ran her fingertips up your legs before stopping at your sides. She wrapped her arms around you and started thrusting at a searing pace. You buried your face in her neck and weeped at the overstimulation. She smelled sweet, especially of Chanel No. 5. Sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room. You tried to squirm out of her grip, but to no avail. 

“Hold still, sweet pea. We’ll be done soon.” She breathed as your walls fluttered around her. You cycled through one high after another before going numb. Patricia stared up at the mirror again and fell in love with the visual of herself plowing into you. The thin layer of sweat on her face made her glow. Seeing you pant in her ear made her want to pull out and finish all over your face.  However, she wanted to hold back her 2nd orgasm until you were deranged with pleasure. 

Your voice was a raspy whisper from constant pleas of mercy. The numbness from earlier faded as she started rutting against your g-spot once more. Your legs began to tremble involuntarily as another tsunami of delectation washed over you. Patricia finally followed suit as her thrusts staggered and hot ropes of seed spilled into you. 

“Fuck…” You groaned, drawing out the monosyllabic word. You made sure to clench tighter to drain every drop of her. Patricia whimpered once again as she throbbed inside of you. You kissed her lovingly while she held you close.

Things were silent for a bit as you two admired each other. She massaged the soft flesh of your hips. You toyed with one of her blonde curls. “Look at you, all fucked out, aren’t ya?” She giggled, examining the leftover tears around your eyelashes. You gave her a weak smile as reality started to creep back in. You understood that this gorgeous maiden didn’t belong to you, and this could be the last time you saw her. 

“I love you.” Patricia declared, virtually reading your mind. 

"I love you too." You replied, trying to hide your excitement for what was to come.

[xxx-ang3l-w1th-a-sh0tgun-xxx]

Dykepunk

- an identity i created which combines gender and sexuality relating to femininity, womanhood, lesbianism and the punk subculture.

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2 flag designs i made (inspired by the voidpunk flag design):

symbol design which combines the double venus symbol (⚢) and the non-binary symbol (🜬) to indicate the combination of both gender identity and sexuality:

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Example: "they're a dykepunk" "we're dykepunks"

Gender identities: non-binary, transmasc, transfem, unlabelled, genderfluid, agender, queer, etc

Pronouns: any, she, they, he, neopronouns, nounself pronouns

Attracted to: non-men, women, non-binary

Attraction type: romantic, sexual, platonic, any (can also be aro and/or ace spec) (can be polyamorous or monogamous)

Related themes and identities: lesbian, sapphic, lunarian, voidpunk, punk subculture, rejecting society, inclusivity

Date of origin: Sept 2024

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Details & Info:

Dykepunk is a label which combines sexuality and gender related to a connection to femininity, girl/womanhood, an attraction to women/non-men and a connection to the punk subculture, especially feminist punk like "riot grrrl".

There is a rejection of femininity during childhood or adolescence due to sexism or trauma and a reconnection to femininity and acceptance of feminine gender presentation during early adulthood.

The slur "dyke" is reclaimed due to connection to lesbianism and often a rejection from society due to some form of trauma or discrimination (e.g. bullying, hate crime, rejection from community/family).

Gender identity is seen as a social construct and used as a fun and interesting way of expressing individuality rather than "fitting in" with society's expectation of gender presentation. This identity comes under the transgender (and non-binary) umbrella but gender dysphoria is not required.

Dykepunks are often rejected from the lesbian community especially if they use masculine pronouns (he/him/they/them) or present their gender in more masculine ways, e.g. taking testosterone, having top surgery etc. This identity does not specifically exclude these masculine identities/expressions. The connection to "femininity" is a feeling rather than a look; an individual can "look masculine" and still have these connections to femininity and lesbianism. This label is inclusive and can be used by any individual who feels a connection to this identity in any way.

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Inspirations: punk, riot grrrl, activism, feminism, Bikini Kill, Barbara Hammer, lesbian history, the effects of discrimination and trauma on one's identity / attraction to others.

I created this identity as i felt that my gender identity and sexuality are one thing together, combined - i feel that they come hand in hand and other labels separated the two, making it hard for me to find a label that represented me, or even a community that felt accepting.

anyone who relates to this can use this label, the flag(s) and the symbol i created except i do NOT want TERFs to claim this label.

if you repost my flags/icons i would appreciate being credited but this isn't necessary! <3

[wlwcaregiver]

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[dilfwaynes]

i. estranging from wayne | t. al ghul

summary: talia never had a problem with snatching resources and other factors before from her ex, granted he always took reoccupy of anything purloin; but with you talia isn’t too willing on returning you to the gotham knight.

⚢ pairings; talia al ghul x fem!reader, bruce wayne x fem!reader

✎ word count ; 3.3k

✗ warnings; dom!talia al ghul x sub!fem!reader, future smut with plot, talia being a little mean in the beginning and bruce being a shit head.

NOT PROOFREAD !!!

brandish enflames your skin, the embarrassment and anger quite literally flooding through like water under floorboards and tearing apart anything other than a rehash of an emotional saga of ire, shame, and resentment, for him and yourself. allowing him to treat you like an old trinket that’s tossed in a sheet and hiked up a shelf to remember for when it has a purpose, as well as forgetting about you like a generation passed down antique around the manor.

resentment for empty promises and his runs to cartier and tiffany’s for gifted diamonds to try and fill up his shallow promises somehow. resentment for succeeding in making things up for you, and then rotating to the root once again, and making you lose respect for yourself for your stupidity and naiveness. resentment for his usual family’s broad control of their facial expressions now sudden gained vociferous without them catching on when they also come to the realization bruce has stood you up for her again

selina was sculptured with a blade of aphrodite’s hand, her skilled cheekbones and cat-like eyes to her full lips and thighs and her long legs to match her height, it wasn’t hard to understand why your boyfriend is in love with her —you, yourself very well could see yourself in the same situation, replaced with you on selina’s arm instead—he and her will always have a connection, a bond that you two didn’t, couldn’t ever have. you accepted that a long time ago, but you thought it’ll remain as just a “what if” and remembrances. even though that wasn’t ideal you knew bruce would never get fully over her and belong to you wholeheartedly, you thought maybe at least you could have half of him. they had an understanding with each other that few shared with a man like bruce, an orphan underground that he and selina shared, while you and he quite didn’t, more of a middle ground with uneven sides to put it more accurately.

selina is also his ex who he never fell out of love with.

so it was more than longing and tension, more than wanting. there’s history, already the known, and longing for the once before and having something standing in the doorway of getting it, and honestly you even doubt you were the pillar to that door, which is probably the most pathetic part of it. you don’t even matter enough to be a problem or thought wedged in.

shreds prick the pad of your finger while you aimlessly flick the old wooden table with your head propped up in your hand, you can’t bear the confidence to make eye contact with alfred or luke and kate in the kitchen with you, barely giving a dry thank you when alfred collects your untouched plate of dinner.

red hot embarrassment flushes when luke gives an apologetic look and kate continues the exchange with whispering with a bullhorn of not understanding why you stay with her cousin. you swallow thickly with tears threatening to start with swelling of a burning sting behind your lids, viewing yourself as a complete idiot, actually waiting for him again, swiping your bag and hastily leaping out to the hallways, deluding the hot tears with your thumb as you try to rush from the fallen self-dignity that you lost in this manner.

embarrassingly so you can count on your fingers over how many times you’ve cried in the wayne manor hallways because of this very same situation you keep repeating yourself in.

‘stupid, stupid, stupid’. you scream at yourself mentally for placing yourself to constantly be humiliated, and for knowing your future self will take bruce back with open arms, and more than likely legs when he comes to your place with apologizes and kisses. tears completely blur your eyesight and train of thought when you finally end your rush to the door and step outside, and instantly colliding your body into someone, taller than you enough so that for a second you thought it was dick but you’re quickly confirmed wrong when you lift up to roiled jaded eyes.

overwhelmed with emotions before and confusion you’re obtusely glued to the floor, arms bent under your weight to support your gaze at the woman standing inches away, almost towering above you if she were to move closer, your mouth agape slightly, the action seemingly gets her eyes to slit the tint of the spleen in them more.

from the sleek of her cheekbones and bridge of her nose and green eyes and bronze radiance you already knew who she was without damian needing to confirm with it a calling of mother. your lips pull into a deeper pout as all your emotions fest larger than some minutes ago, great, now two of bruce’s aberrantly gorgeous exes are in gotham.

from her tighten expression she doesn’t need certification to know who you are either.

talia’s demeanor changes somewhat at the sound of damian’s voice, taking her annoyed eyes from your figure—still on the ground— and looking towards damian, muttering what you surmise is arabic. damian takes a peer at you and motions a look of being out of the loop, talia’s eyes latch onto you once more, annoyance clouds over now with unamused and a cocked brow of curiosity.

“damian is this how your father now regards his newest beloved?” she jeeringly quips and you can tell she doesn’t expect an answer, rather just wanted to throw a dagger into breaking the ice. your eyebrows deepen and you peck at your bottom lip, swallowing tightly at the jab. damain ignores his mother and reaches his hand to pull you up by your side, you know he recognizes your form of state and why your eyes are so glossy, acquainted already and that only further shames you.

heat elopes your skin more when you notice that you stayed grasped to the ground for this entire interaction, and quite literally giving talia the ultimate power play with falling onto your ass and staying there. you shrug subconsciously, not the worse or most embarrassing thing that has happened, just another add to the list, and realistically talia has the power play with simply existing.

“the typical?” damian asks, eyebrow raised exactly like his mother that it has you blinking your eyes a second, flicking to talia and latching onto an brief few seconds of intense eye contact. chewing on your bottom lip, brushing off whatever dirt attached onto your legs and skirt, bashfully avoiding the question and urging to make the outcome of tonight not so pitiful and low esteem, especially in front of talia, who’s rather dour parched to the side.

you wonder if she meaningfully meant to strike herself out to be so gorgeous tonight in her fitted washed jeans, the allure of the contrast of her white long polo sleeve against her skintone, or did it just come naturally to her like how all these runway models sort like to claim for themselves?

she seizes your longing eye and holds it again, her stare is complexion with boring into you, yet also uninterested in you at the same time. for you, her presence racks your body with insecurity, and something else you can’t tell right this second.

before even being given the chance to choose to ignore or reply to damian’s question hidden behind a clear statement, he’s gone from the sudden beep of whatever bat device, signaling he’s needed and passing on good nights to you and his mother. you shyly fully turn your attention to talia, anxiously pushing hair behind your ear while trying not to be a complete embarrassing idiot.” sorry for running into you, i should’ve paid more attention,” you quietly apologize, fastening out the words to ease out a fast escape from the situation.

talia was gorgeous in such a way you had never seen, coasted with sultry that edged with freeze rather than hot, structure that defined her bones in an angular perfection, her eyes honed and intimidating

the slit in her eyes struck dubiously, aghast some in the behavior towards your apology to her, she didn’t expect you so demure in such a timid way, bruce’s exes after her have been all rather… prim or at least along those lines.

“or if i hurt you by mistake, i didn’t mean to.” you ramble suddenly at her lack of reply and subdue stare, you sincerely hope you didn’t hurt her in your dull-witted rush, god you truly hated bruce at this moment as guilt claws at your stomach. what if you did clash into talia too hard and now she thinks you’re some bitter girlfriend and meant to run into her and you’re smug about it?

talia’s eyebrows farrow up just a smudge, holding down a bubble of laughter at your words, amusement overthrows any other micro responses at the genuine concern of yours thinking you could harm her. though she can’t pinpoint out if her amusement is set to leaning in offense or just plain amusement, you are as genuine as someone talia has ever met, your movements also show no falseness of putting up a show of timorous, you were truly a shy thing, a nervous habit of jutting your bottom lip between your teeth, pouting and giving doe eyes unconsciously.

you had to be very young with your mannerisms, talia wasn’t quite sure how young tho, but you were far too good and innocent for bruce, talia knows that for sure.

“no harm was inflicted.” her voice is lighter than she had expected and she can tell you thought the same, it was clear of any frostbite but also a dead end to it. you nod awkwardly, getting the hint of the lack of words and edge in her tone, she didn’t want to continue speaking to you. figuring a goodnight was pushing it, you decide to skim past her and the door to walk out to the cold air, and once again mentally scream when you realize you didn’t drive to the manor but tailed down a cab

that was hours ago when the sun only set to twilight and now it’s well over eleven, in this hour cabs tend to be freaky with drivers and more sketch, then again what choice do you have? you can only allow yourself so much self-shame, there has to be a limit, and going to ask for a ride back in the manor is well over dirt in that crossing.

ignoring the stinging crisp nipping at your skin, you pull out your phone and dial a texi service once researching for the most legitimate and less socially rejected one, somewhere along forgetting about talia’s coexistence with her also taking way out, seeming to not sense her adamant gaze on you.

you were very different than bruce’s usual type, thoughts of so swirled buoyant in talia’s head as she took keen in you, somewhere in the middle of diminutive; naïve and careless of your surrounds and hearing, giving you the benefit somewhat as her movements were trained as a deadly assassin, but also ticking that you were just as oblivious in other occasions too. you were timid and polite, shy.

curiosity and doubt burned her thoughts if you were that what you’re showing and not a trickery, damian seemed to care for you to bend down and help you recover from a clumsy fall, as well to ask about your well being in a tension knowledge he already knew information about. the mere idea of you playing some game and damian getting hurt cause of it has her stomach clutching, alongside her teeth.

“is your driver absent?” your attention disengages from the bright lighting between your eyes, fasting to the called-out voice and talia, your surprise must’ve shown on your face with the amused tug of her lip and brow. swallowing, you lamely nod, no cabs were answering or willing to come to the outskirts of gotham at this hour, even with the wayne name being under the address. talia merely tsk’s, her eyes steep and contacting with yours as you shrink under her stare.

her amusement quickly fades and a rush of panic engages in you at her loose response and lack of words, until you realize that she wants a verbal reply back.” yeah, i can’t get a cab for some reason.” you laugh awkwardly, dumbly showing a display of your words by waving your phone, cringing at yourself immediately.

your guess was right about her wanting verbalizing when her eyes light up the dull fringes of umbrage from your lack of voice before, noting yourself to keep in mind whenever— or if ever— you’re in the presence of talia again.

“the butler’s available, perhaps he can assist your aid,” talia suggests lowly, a new delicate placed behind her words. the idea has you drowning in displeasure at the thought of marching back into the manner and asking for a ride back to your house after your boyfriend bailed on you to help his ex. you shake your head softly instinctively with strays of hair brushing against your skin, a sight of talia’s expression quickly reminds you of her surmised preferences of words.

“It's fine, i rather just wait for a cab,” you reassure, pointed more towards yourself than talia, gripping the coat closer to your forested-over skin while glancing back at your phone to see if you received any notifications back. talia’s hum reached your hearing lowly and firing a spark of your interest and costing a peer at her; dry runs over your throat with torrid at connecting with talia’s pierced stare now more inflamed than some minutes ago with smoothed from any hardness, vehemence enhancing the effect of moonlight casting a white bright flare to her hair, jaw, and collarbone.

granted your answer was far from needing to be calculated, the response unknowingly pleased talia and meeting her without any difficulty, you quite didn’t think much about the earlier counter, or realized talia would put thought into the ordeal, and your apparent for making your situation was bold, though talia wasn’t quite sure if bruce kicked you to the side for batman duties regarding gotham, or a catwoman, she eclipses the other factors and leaning on the latter of the problems.

“perhaps i can escort you,” talia propounds while choosing to ignore the fast twitch of your brow and widen eyes, misdoubt swirls of her suspicion some minutes before, considering that you might actually just be bruce’s little bovine, docile and meek lamb. although even if you were, she’s still rather curious about your relationship with damian as he never mentioned you, yet seemingly cared enough to pull you up.

“i assume you reside in gotham city also?” she easily hunches out and walks towards the stretch where her black mercedes stills a few inches sideways from you and the driver’s seat merely far away, poised movements to her plodding reach inside her car. a glimpse once again has your throat clamping and burning, the moon glowering the defines shadows of talia’s jawline, lips and eyes and for the hundredth time your attentiveness falls into talia’s intense gaze; eyes scrutinizing through the rear view mirror to see your choice of her offering.

the frosted wrath of gotham this month of the year ultimately decide your decision when you feel your thighs chalking together to create warmth from the cold, you press for a moment, before hesitantly opening the door and slowly sliding into the passage seat. talia stares at you for a long moment, jades a waiting hue that leaves you confused and slightly uncomfortable in your seat until you blink with the realization she’s waiting for you to tell her your address; it seems like you can’t get enough of embarrassing yourself to talia tonight. you hurry and give her your address between an awkward forced laugh and large blushing spread across your cheeks, talia converts her gaze quickly ahead and roars engine to life.

“are you cold?” talia suddenly asks, voice flat with the question usually benevolent and concern, at least whenever jason or barbara has asked, even bruce. you still for a few seconds, nodding timidly before realizing your mistake again. talia’s lips tug upwards as she watches you catch yourself from your nonverbal habit of answering questions, the removal of the said habit from you picking up her dislike for it does rumble satisfaction in her.

”yeah, staying outside for a few minutes made me freezing.”

‘so obedient.’ talia thinks fetchingly and turning up the contrast of the heat, taking a brisk peek at you, vast curiosity about you swirling in different directions now other than the original reason.

“you and my son are well acquainted?” talia asks in a manner that’s very well stating it, rather than asking it, your head glides towards talia’s question from the heated thoughts angered at your suppose gotham knight. your frown turns confused, is talia annoyed or mad if you had a connection with damian? could she be thinking you’re trying to replace her as damian’s mom?

“uh, i guess. he’s a really good kid.” you reply back and avoid her fast glance at you, you simply can’t handle making eye contact being so close to her, sitting by her is already nerve racking and has you regretting not sliding into the backseat originally; her perfume hazing your sensesso strong that you have a feeling sitting in the back also wouldn’t have helped.

maybe you’re slightly attracted to your boyfriend’s son’s mother aka his ex - god what is wrong with you?

“damian’s prodigious, stupendous is his birthright,” talia waves her hand dismissively after claiming her sentence, as if what she just said is the casual run of the mill. you furrow your eyebrows but remain quiet.”what are your problems regarding the knight?” talia bluntly asks with no quiver of second guessing to ask her question, though you doubt talia’s the type of woman to ever second guess herself.

“it’s crowded when there’s three people in a relationship,” you respond without a beat to her question, with her question being so honest and straight to the point you figure she deserved an answer in the same regard. talia arches her brow amusingly after you confirm what she knew.”i’ll imagine so.” she draws, voice almost light and bemused.

for the first time being in her car you finally look at her and wonder why she bothered to ask you when her words mean are simply dry, maybe it’s normal when talking to an ex of your partners? or maybe you’re let down and was maybe hoping for some sight in advice.

“the doe eyes don’t shackle him to the bed as you hoped, i assume,” she teasingly jests in a dark tone after some large moments has passed, her words addles your already currently dull mind with trying to figure out what she meant. pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to understand her but before so her gaze abruptly shifts to you, eyes boring yours until they linger downward to your lip trapped by your teeth - remaining her eyes onto you while shutting down the car”you’re home.”she announces and burning you up with hot embarrassment, no wonder why she’s staring at you! she wants you out.

“thank you for driving me to my place, i really appreciate it,” you express it meekly after getting out of the benz as elegantly you possibly can muster. after no response in the thirty-five seconds of waiting you begin gently closing the door after you.

”goodnight doe.”

ignoring the rush instant of sense of shock at first and leveling yourself slowly towards the door leading to your apartment, you can’t deny the also flooding giddy sensation at the nickname talia addressed you by, and how stupid that feeling makes you feel as you merely met talia two hours ago. a snapped zoom jolts and tells you that talia left the parking lot and some relief settles in from no longer in her tense presence - her perfume on your clothes make youpractically dizzy, as if her eyes didn’t have enough of that effect.

sighing you quickly unlock the lobby door with your card before some batman villain decides to come and kidnap you tonight. on the topic of batman while entering the elevator you think of the best possible to kill him, being honest with yourself? you think offering off the joker would kill bruce more than actually killing him.

maybe it’s not selina you’re fighting with for bruce but rather a psychotic gay clown.

[vel-hell-ael31]

Introduction

Full name: Axel Marc Anthonyson

Nicknames: Axie -Anthony -Tony - Sonny - Single Father- Greñas

Sexuality: ⚣ Gay

Ethnicity: American 🇺🇸

Place of birth: Columbus, Ohio, United States

☆彡彡-Physical Appearance- ミミ☆

Age: 17

Eye color: Hazelnut

Hair color: Dark brown

Hair style: Curly. Mullet, cut on the sides of the head.

Height: 1'85cm

Voice: Warm. Don't worry. Intimidating when angry or upset

☆彡彡-Favorites-ミミ☆

Color: Green, Black, White and Brown

Animal: Cats, dogs, parakeets, ferrets and lizards

Other: Spend time with his friends. Watch movies. Go anywhere on a skateboard.

Hobbies: Draw. Go do Graffiti. Read. Write. Listen to music. Go for a walk with her pets. To be with her friends. Art. Photography. Basketball. Guitar

☆彡彡-Family-ミミ☆

Mother: ✝︎ Laila Steward

Born 07/18. She die at the age of 48.

Father: Jake anthonyson

Born 01/23

☆彡彡-Relations-ミミ☆

Best Friends: Arthur D'Oyly and Isabella Ruiz

Crush: ????

Couple: ????

☆彡彡-Traits-☆彡彡

Introvert. From time to time arrogant. Faithful. Genuine. Somewhat demanding with his work. Considered. He is usually spiteful when someone deceives him or is disloyal. Honest. Comprehensive. Protective. Tolerant. calm and patient

CHARACTERS!

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──── ❝Axel Anthonyson❞ ───

"The art boy"

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❝1.85m❞

⚣ gay

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[Neta, are you telling me that those five sticks are a person? We have quite a lot of work to do if you want to pass...]

─── ❝Rodrick Heffley❞ ───

"The boy in the band"

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❝1,70m❞

⚥Bisexual

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[Let's see, sir "I know how to draw and you don't" How the hell do you want me to draw it? Look at him, my brother is literally a stick. ]

──── ❝ Isabella Ruíz❞ ───

"The Bestie Goss"

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❝1,60m❞

⚢Lesbian

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[Just look in the mirror Ax; you're the graphic representation of "lovesick fool" And no, I don't make that face with Allison.]

──── ❝Arthur D'Oyly❞ ───

"The DJ Friend"

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❝1.78m❞

⚥Pansexual

⚲ Gender Fluid

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[Brother, what do you want me to tell you...if you don't keep it, someone else will take it, or worse, another. Now help me make Maxie jealous at the party. ]

───❝Allison Williams❞───

"The bad girl"

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❝1'67❞

Bi-curious(?

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[Hum... Maybe she fell to the ground and searched badly. But, one thing... What was that "she's eating Allison" scandal, huh? Do you like the idea? that's why you're so red right?]

────❝Lucian Smith❞───

"The German Boy"

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❝1'80❞

⚥Pansexual⚥

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[What do you want me to tell him? Hey, hello... I'm Lucian, I've wanted to talk to you since the beginning of the course... But I didn't dare until now, you seem very cute... He's behind me, right?]

────❝Maxie Miller❞───

"The boy from the skating rink"

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❝1'76❞

⚥ Bisexual

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[Hello, some skates for two hours please... You're Arthur, from my class, right?]

──── ❝Jake Anthonyson❞ ───

"The father"

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❝1.80❞

⚤ Straight

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[I know that since mom is not here I have focused only on the company... But honestly I am very proud of you.]

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✰ Glance is a fanfic inspired by the Disney movies "The Diary of a Wimpy Kid" which in turn is based on the book series by author Jeff Kinney. But the story of Axel, his friends and Rodrick is completely mine.

✰ Character information taken from Wikipedia, Fandom and Amino. The height is an approximation.

✰ The photos are not mine, only the edited ones. Credits to their respective owners.

✰ Possible containing +18 (it will be notified before its appearance) and profanity.

✰ Efforts will be made to follow the thread of the series

✰ Story with Homosexual content. gay. yaoi. If you don't like it, I kindly ask you to withdraw without making bad comments

✰ There will be some other misspelling that will be corrected later. I make mistakes, I'm not a machine. Of course, he accepted constructive criticism and so on, but said with respect, not with mockery or etc.

✰ If you have any ideas or suggestions, you are free (obviously if you wish) to tell me privately or in the comments. Even if it's something minimal, you can tell me, it won't bother me, rather, you'll make my day

✰ I will try to narrate and make it understandable as well as possible.

✰ From time to time, it is inevitable for me to have some writer's block. I hope you understand me

✰ My native language is not English. I am very sorry if there are mistranslated or misspelled words.

✰ The story will start with some events from the first book/movie and then something from before the second book/movie "Rodrick's Law" although most things will come from my imagination, there will be references and situations based on the books/movie.

(Boys love)

The story is about a homosexual couple of men. If you don't like this containing, I ask you to refrain from making any bad comments and retire.

(Girls Love)

The story will also deal in part with a homosexual couple of women. If you do not like this content, please refrain from making any bad comments and retire.

[listersdiary]

ANNE LISTER, selective ╱ indie rp account, cherished by CROW (she/her, 28, ⚢), NEW to Tumblr rp, 16 years of rp exp in general.

COMING SOON ... [carrd which contains: rules, biography, verses, and relationship links] This pinned post will be constantly edited and updated, so be sure to check back everyone in a while! (last update: Sep. 30, 2024)

⟢ PORTRAYAL. I do my best to bring the character(s) I love to life, I tend to stick to canon as much as I possibly can, that being said, I will be sticking to the portrayal of Anne that SURANNE JONES brings to life in the HBO/ BBC series, GENTLEMAN JACK. There will be very small nods to MAXINE PEAKE'S portrayal of Anne in THE SECRET DIARIES OF MISS ANNE LISTER (2010). ⟢ HISTORY. As you may or may not know, Anne Lister was a real person, she existed from 1791 to 1840. She was a diarist, a landowner, and a business woman, but most importantly, she's dubbed 'the first modern lesbian'. "Anne was known in her time for dressing always in black, without bothering to indulge in the feminine frills like the others of her sex. She was the 19th century equivalent of a “butch” lesbian, and she became known to locals as ‘Gentleman Jack.’ Her lesbian lifestyle, however, was one of the best kept secrets of her time." [annelister.co.uk] Within the pages of her diary Anne wrote about her day to day life in great mundane detail, however, the code in which she created to hide her lesbian lifestyle was the COMPLETE opposite. Anne Lister is an unwavering force of confidence with a tender heart that yearns to be loved and accepted in a world that rejects her and singles her out. She is a force that I, and millions of others, are forever inspired by. I wish to do nothing more than to make her existence known as SHE passionately wished for. If you are wanting to learn more about Anne Lister, I recommend the websites linked below for both educational purposes and for the sake of my muse I am portraying.

⟢ annelister.co.uk. ⟢ the life & loves of Anne Lister.

Any other media of Anne Lister can be consumed by the HBO/ BBC series Gentleman Jack, the 2010 film The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister, YouTube interviews with the cast and crew of Gentleman Jack, Queer History podcasts and well... Google in general.

[npdjotaro]

⚢　　︵　　dumb rant

Why is the csm fandom so annoying when it comes to Makima it honestly pisses me off so much 😭

I love Makima as a character because she's really well written, the part she plays in the anime fits her perfectly, I love how she really had a lasting impact on others and continues to impact other people to this day, I like her design even though it isn't really special and I overall just think she's a great character. But whenever I express these opinion people assume that I support her actions or sometimes even LIKE (???) what she did

I understand why people assume that considering how a majority of Makima fans are degenerates, that in fact, do not love her for her writing like I do. But instead, they are creeps that want to be her 'victim', don't understand her character, and purely like her for her looks. I hate being forced into a group with these people because I am NOTT like that. I simply enjoy Makima for how well she's written, but it's almost impossible for me to express these opinions online without being thrown tomatoes and knives at.

I hate both Makima haters and lovers, I do understand Makima haters more. I mean it's logical to hate a character like her, I simply like her because she's interesting and I have a special interest on her. But Makima haters can also be so insufferable sometimes to me, whenever I express my opinion i expect there to be a polite exchange. I make it super obvious I do not support her actions nor would I ever try to defend her actions considering I'm a victim of grooming myself but even when I am expressing these things these people still find a way to hate on me??? I once literally lost 6 friends for stating I love Makima's writing 😭😭

But I find Makima lovers more annoying, it's almost impossible to find someone that enjoy Makima for how she's written and not for her looks. It's annoying having to talk with degenerate creepy weirdo incels that can't comprehend Makimas writing purely because they were too focused on her looks the entire time. But it's also annoying to have to constantly argue with other people over if it's acceptable for me to like her or to buy merchandise of her.

tldr I just wish people would leave me alone when it comes to my special interest on Makima and me buying merch of her 😭 I like her writing, not her actions. I do not support her actions 😟 nd pls don't rope me into a group with creeps that only like Makima for her looks, I'm nawt like that.....

[violets-in-her-arms-writes]

Make Me Write

Thanks for the tag @elbritch-kit! I hope your writing went well ♥

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

I have so many WIPs in my folder, I decided to use a wheel to chose three for me... i'm kidding but it will end up this way one day. Anyway, you can find the contenders under the cut if you want to know more about them (or you can vote based on vibes only) :

I'm not tagging anyone but consider this an open tag (and don't hesitate to tag me if you do make a poll 🥰)

LIGHTS UP

When her ex-bestfriends knock on her door and ask for their old band to get back together, Nat slams the door in their face. Somehow, this is not the end of the story.

-> I'm technically almost done with the first draft, I just need the last chapter... Yes it's been on the back burner for three years, your point? 😭

WITCH'S TIME:

Lorelei Douxruisseau had always had the unfortunate tendency to get into trouble on her own. It didn't matter if it was about pissing off a Goddess, starting a war or terrorizing a village or two, all these dubious decisions were always motivated by the same thing: boredom. And it was this same boredom, Lorelei's secular enemy, that encouraged her to push open another Witch's door unannounced. And to meddle in their messy ritual. But really, it's not her fault. After all, who'd have guessed that behind their brilliant idea and idiotic ritual was the last of the Maledictus, eh? Not Lorelei, that's who. After an ill-prepared ritual and a poorly negotiated contract, when the Mighty Ones find themselves projected into Lorelei Douxruisseau's past, the whole fabric of the universe shakes and the veils of time are torn apart. Faced with an amnesiac Lorelei devoid of magic, they'll have to be patient if they ever want to return home. And they'll have to pray that she doesn't slit their throats when she regains her memories.

-> I'm on the third book for this series and it has been kicking my ass big time. I had to cut it in half and put one half in the fourth book, and I was so pissed I haven't picked it up since.

THE FLEDGLING

Jo Hautain is in love with a vampire. It has been her reality since her girlfriend has been turned, seven years ago, and yet, she still manages to be surprise but the utter bullshit that came with this life-changing transformation. What do you mean Lou has to bond with an established Coven to rule her bloodlust ? What do you mean Jo is not enough ? Still, she is not one to go gently into the night. If the Rodins think they are worthy of Lou, they will have to prove it. When the vampiric masquerade ball Lou has been invited to (and which Jo crashed) takes a turn for the worse, she must come up with a new plan to ensure her girlfriend's survival while trying to preserve her own heart. Unfortunately, Lou isn't the only one having issues of the supernatural variety. Iris suffers from a rare fae disease currently trying to kill her, Charlie still can't accept being a wolf three nights a month and is sinking even deeper into despair as time goes by, Alex longs to return to the sea, despite knowing it would be her undoing. And Ana is hunted and hounded by the Virulentes, the less-than-human leaders of the witch's community, who resent her "abusive use of magic". Add to the mix two customers too charming for their own good, a mysterious Coven settling back into their town and a ghost from the past lurking in the shadows, and Jo is ready to throw the towel. No, really, it's not easy being to be the only sensible one around, but someone has to do it. Jo just wishes it would be someone else, for once.

-> This is my July Camp NaNo project and I'm 16k in out of 20k so I'm doing pretty well. Is it good? Meh, maybe not, but at least it's moving forward unless the other two XD

[unwindow-the-window]

⚢

Ever pushed to your limit and told the same things over and over again To the point That you want to just completly drop the facade? To stop hiding To stop agreeing To finally tell them "I'm never going to be who you want me to be"

To tell your mother and father that you'll never live their ideal life. To tell them you're never going to become like them. Someone who believes that it's their daughter's duty to leave her own dreams behind to start a family she never wanted. That it's her responsiblity to carry the weight of her entire family on her shoulder. That it's her duty to look after her hard working husband. But what if it's not my dream to go to a good school, marry a good man and die bound to him, someone whom I'll will never truly love?

But what if thats not me? Prehaps I don't want broad shoulders and sharp jawlines, nor children and their laughter that they'll never bring me. What if i dream of slim waists and soft lips, a girl with green eyes and blonde hair?

I know you just mean well for me. That all you want is me to be happy. But every time you say those words And tell me, "We just want you to have a good life." It hurts. I know oneday when you realise that i'm not who you want to me to be, you'll turn your back on me. I don't think i'll ever be able to stand your dissapointment. I don't want you to be ashamed of your only daughter. I don't want you to think that this is just a phase, something i'll get over soon. Because its not. This will never change.

These are the words that I dream over and over of saying. You don't know, how badly I want to lay out the truth Tell you who i am. But I think we all know I'll never be able to.

Because I am a coward too scared. too scared to lose the love of the one who birthed me, the ones who raised me. the ones I'm supposed to trust the most. the ones who promised me unconditional love. You. too afraid of your reactions. too afraid to face the consequenses. too afraid of your backlash. No matter how much it hurts, I'd rather hide the most vulnerable part of myself than face your disapointment.

Because no matter how many how many sugared promises of acceptence you give me. Deep down I already know That theres always going to be a limit. A line. A dangerous border that should not be crossed. I know your love and acceptence can only be streched so far.

One day, you'll realise that you only ever loved me for what you wanted me to be. Not who I really am.

[antagonistchan]

i did actually have an idea at one point for a Magical Girl story that was a hypothetical sequel like, a sequel to a story that doesn't actually exist

you know, like how Frieren is about the AFTERMATH of some big adventure rather than about the adventure itself, yknow

so, there were five teenage magical girls the pink one, the blue one, the yellow one, the green one, and the purple one plus a Tuxedo Mask-esque figure and a mascot character and they saved the world!

the pink one was clearly the leader, with the blue and yellow ones as her main sidekicks; the green one was kinda the "forgettable" one, and the purple one was initially a villain before she defected to the heroes

and in the years that followed, the pink one and the Tuxedo Mask-esque figure got married

and the mascot became a real boy and married the yellow one the green and purple ones got married to randos and the blue one Never Married For Mysterious Reasons(TM) (that is to say, ⚢)

and eventually, the green one's husband passed away from illness, and the purple one caught her husband cheating on her and kicked him out

and now they're all in their forties

and they need to save the day again. it's time for a new adventure! and this time, the green one's kinda taking the spotlight, with the purple one as her main sidekick (and, even when they were kids, the green one was kinda the first one to accept the purple one as one of them)

and of course they start to explore New Feelings About Each Other along the way (with some guidance from the blue one lol)

[polarisstellium]

get tooooo know me

hey everyone!!! i'm sarah and im new to this (obviously) but i love reading & writing and my friend said that making a #writeblr would be fun so. here we are. i'm currently majoring in english at uni and i'm really excited about that! i've written one book before and it explored mental health. it's since been deleted but i loved writing it and hope to write more. okay let me get into it

about me:

i use she/her/hers pronouns

virgo, my birthday is coming up!

i'm a sapphic slash lesbian ⚢

i love romance, contemp, and fantasy; those are definitely my favorite genres to read & watch. i don't love categorizing things into tropes but my all-time favorites are fake dating, enemies-to-lovers, and a DELICIOUS WONDERFUL BRILLIANT AMAZING drunk confession/kiss

as a writer i am really passionate about diverse (AND RESPECTFUL!!!!!) representation, showing queer stories that don't involve homophobia plotlines, and pushing your own boundaries to learn something new :)

my current wip

working title has been when the stars align

takes place at a very rich, glitz and glam boarding school in NYC

follows zayra efron (she's jewish, yay #ownvoices!) as she navigates past a breakup and loses sleep (and her mind) over blind dates. all fun and games until she has to do a group project with her biggest competition, kareena modhi. hmmmm what could possibly happen..........

like i said it's incredibly important to me to show characters that are already out and accepted! obviously that's an ideal world but i'm really really really excited to work on this

my goodreads is sweetenerclary if you'd like to see more of what i read! okay bye xoxo

[staticflavourlessbuzz]

!!Temporary pinned!!

Hi welcome to our page!

We are the Chaoticlimes system

The host is Denny, Me (Pepper) and Spamton are co hosts, I am helping Denny with making this pinned post

We are a system of 16, we are a DID system (yes we have DID)

We are intersex and we collectively are systemfluid, genderqueer, daisy gay, abrosys and polyamsys and our collective pronouns are He/they/it, our collective name is Limez

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Members and pronouns

Denny - They/it/xe/ne/bun (He/him accepted) (Xe/xim, xe/xem, ne/nym, ne/nem)

Pepper - They/it (she/her accepted if only referring to Pepper)

Luca - It/zem (They/them accepted)

Rick - He/him

Yosh - He/him or name

Tash - Void/he/it

Stocks - He/xim

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Jevil - He/they/it

Mia - they/it/nya/meow

Minmin - They/it

Nacho - He/it/they/ze

May - They/them

Zwapz - He/they

Razch - They/it/vamp

Razz - He/it

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We are extremely tired of system discourse, queer discourse, neurodiverse discourse and disability discourse

We (especially Denny and Yosh) are not afraid of fighting back or biting scumbags

If you’re here to start fights or discourses over small things like flags, identity, gender, orientation, mental health, systems/plurality, personas, oc’s (especially Mary/Gary stues), disabilities and/or neurodivergency please fuck off, we do not have time or spoons for you - Denny

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We post content involving clowns, horror, body positivity, feminism, LGBTQIA2S+, MOGAI, anarchy, furbies, animatronics, furry, body horror, food, Pokemon, My Little Pony, space related stuff, frogs, autism acceptance, neurodivergent acceptance and anti ableism

Art that we post usually have this content

Horror, clowns, body horror, horror, gore, My Little Pony, Pokemon, animatronics, robots, demons, angels, anthros, ferals, humans, humanoids, aliens, monsters, certain kinks, nudity, violence, vent art, self ship, self insert, body positivity, trans bodies, queer couples, fat bodies, chubby bodies, anarchy, feminism and characters from media (Take Undertale and Super Mario Bros as some examples)

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WE ABSOLUTELY DO NOT ACCEPT THIS

Ableism, demonisation of cluster b disorders, fatmisia/fat phobia, queermisia (queerphobia), flag or sexual/romantic/tertiary orientation discourse, flag discourse, exorsexism (anti enby), intersexism (anti intersex), anti xenogender, anti neogender, demonisation or stigmatisation of mental illnesses psychosis or disabilities, general nastiness, catcalling, think it is okay to harass minors or anyone in general, harassing our alters or us in general, harassing individuals for their hobbies (geek, furry etc.), general nasty people, people who send unsolicited gore (fictional AND/OR IRL) to people to trigger people

DNI

General DNI criteria, if you stigmatize or demonise cluster B disorders (This includes using narcissistic and/or narcissist as insults), if you stigmatise or demonise mental illness disabilities and psychosis, if you believe or do eugenics, BMI scale, Anti-recovery, act like assholes towards individuals struggling with addiction, Sysmed, Proana, Promia, Fatmisic, Ableist, Kodocon (loli/shotacon/both), Proship/Neuship/Comship, Anti-anti, Pro/neu/com contact (you’re a predator), Overall nasty people, Pro-fetus, Pro-birth, Pro-life, TERF/SWERF/TIRF/TEHM, Radfem, syscourse/flagcourse (People are literally fucking dying out here Susan), exclusionists or neutral on exclusionism, exorsexist, intersexist, anti cringe, support/promote or even neutral on Autism Speaks and ABA

Scott Cawthon endorser, JKR endorser, Emily Gwen endorser

Think mspec sapphics can't: use butch/femme, reclaim the d-slur, use the ⚢ symbol, call themselves lesbians

Think that fiction can't or doesn’t affect reality (It indeed can)

Teeth divider by @mmadeinheavenn

[miikastarz]

Here's some more short AU headcanons for my OC ! ☆

☆ Mikayla "Mika" Grande ☆

- explored their sexuality at the age of 16

had ⚢ girl crushes ⚢ on both Rachel and Victoria on multiple occasions ♡

had a friends with benefits relationship with Nathan before evolving into a romantic relationship ♡

- expressed that they were interested in both boys and girls to their parents

mother was in denial of what she heard - assuming that it was just a phase

father was neutral to the news - not exactly accepting but not disgusted either

was hurt and felt disconnected - dwelling on the lack of parental love they received over time

- searched for meaning in exotic parts of Arcadia Bay to fill the void in their heart

acquaintanced with the rest of the Vortex Club

experimented with drugs and alcohol

hung out with acquaintances and strangers alike

attended bars, nightclubs, and discotheques ☆★☆

[mithliya]

basically this anon got mad over this post i reblogged

and then sent me this weird ass anon

and i guess bc i ignored this anon for days, they decided to go to u and pretend i was harassing bisexuals or sth? based on a year old innocuous post accusing me of things without evidence i guess?

The source https://www.tumblr.com/menalez/707623894305112064/you-constantly-reblog-from-another-lesbian-whos?source=share

Thank you. Then she's wrong about that. But I still don't know if this counts as "dogpiling bisexuals."

[marmalademarls]

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑰𝑰

⚢ Pluto-Jupiter aspects tend to make natives very calm and accepting of things that others could find taboo or frightening. This could also apply if you have Jupiter in 8H.

⚢ Venus in Scorpio loves the idea of having a partner equally obsessed with them as they are with the partner. This can be dangerous and create unhealthy, and potentially abusive relationship dynamics. But it can also create some of the most passionate and mesmerising pairings, in my opinion.

⚢ Uranus in 5H natives are literally all queer. This is just from what I have seen. The same with Uranus-Venus aspects.

⚢ People without placements in the 11th house could be very introverted, and find it extremely difficult to make or maintain friendships, finding it very draining. This is because the eleventh house is all about the relationships you have with society; having an empty 11H means you have little to no energy to put into that area of your life.

⚢ People with Moon-Neptune aspects prefer solitude and feel most comfortable that way, though that may be because they have bad experiences becoming attached to people, especially if the aspect is tense - square, opposition.

⚢ Mars in 7H natives could tend to feel the need to always have someone, and can be particularly prone to loneliness. 

⚢ On the topic of 7H, having Moon in 7th, or having ruler of 12H in 7H / vice versa, a lot of these people can be empaths.

⚢ Having your dominant planet / Sun in a sign’s degree - for example 11th degree would be Aquarius - can give you a lot of qualities of that sign.

⚢ Having Lilith in aspect with your N Node means that you will probably have a very unconventional future, going against the grain of society.

-Marls <3

[dilfwaynes]

i. dating talia al ghul headcanons

⚢ pairings ; talia al ghul x fem!reader

✗ warnings ; top!talia x bottom!reader, talia being overprotective, readers kinda docile lol, possessiveness dominant/submissive themes, oral sex, dark undertones kinda ? petite!reader implied.

a/n; went with the batman && checkmate comics for talia’s personality + not edited/proof read

talia always wakes up first out of the both of you, literally doesn’t matter what time she goes to bed she’s somehow already up by the time you’re wake. that and dealing with insomnia half the time, you’ll wake up randomly in the middle of the night to the bed being empty and her reading/studying something, planning/looking over a mission for the league of assassins, or the newest artifact she’s been taking an interest in.

can literally tell the moment you’re up without having to look at you, or even if she’s in another room. bitch’s hearing is on another level

“did i wake you my beloved?”

once you’re up you prefer to watch her quietly and wait for her to join you then head back to sleep. she’ll scold you for it though.

“don’t be foolish, your body requires absence.” 

but yet completely hates when you’re the one up late and not in the bed against her, she’ll silently voice it with her eyes burning through you and just frowning in the corner annoyed

also has no problem speaking her complaints and telling you how your six hours of sleep is required and important, she means it but it’s also code she wants to cuddle but she’ll never admit it.

“are you retiring for the night beloved or will you continue until the sunrise?”

if you made tea and didn’t finish the bottom cold part she’ll just drown before setting the cup back down and returning to bed with you

so stubborn at times

her overprotectiveness clashing with it like good luck lol. very “i know more than you” type, and therefore listen to her all the time and not go against her. literally when u go against her and ignore her it makes her so mad. how dare u not let assassins follow you while you order starbucks to make sure the barista is not someone undercover wanting to kidnap you to get to her

which is honestly not the most unbelievable thing but still you don’t like the idea being followed around and watched. talia doesn’t really get how you can’t get over that mere fact and realize you are a target as long as you belong to her

which honestly sounds dehumanizing but that’s how her enemies see it and her too in some ways, especially protecting wise

“refusing to stand guarded leaves me weaken, i will not have you make me vulnerable.”

tbh her words hurt but she’s right in ways, she comes off as being more worried of her status and empire but its really you more than anything. goes to plant a tracker anyways on your car and phone so she’ll always know your location and have members of the league follow you around, when you find out you’re infuriated because she went against your wishes and had her assassins follow you and invade your privacy

she doesn’t deny it when you ask her if she put a tracker on you

“i did as i had.”

lets you storm out after you get your answer, she knows you’re mad and need time to yourself to calm down

after a week or so you understand her point and point of view, it’ll probably take something for you to open your eyes. like something on the news of an awful kidnapping, realizing talia really just wants to protect you from people trying to get to her or her father.when you finally head over to her penthouse she just snaps everyone away and waits for you to speak. the staring is rlly intense

“beloved.”

relishes in the fact of your understanding at last, and acceptance of agreement to letting yourself being guarded, knew you’ll eventually understand her valid worries but honestly thought it’ll take longer, and you being a little more stubborn about it.

but does go on to make a point to never dismiss her again for as long as you did, with her fingers wrapped tightly around your chin and her thumb on your bottom lip. you’re allowed your own time, and your anger is valid even if she thinks its unnecessary. however disregarding talia like you did? does not go. even if she installed a tracker on you and items without your consent

the interaction honestly leaves you more turned on than anything but she simply goes on to drop you from her grip and saunter out of the room while speaking in arabic to one of the league assassins without another word to you.

if you ever still did managed to get captured (which let’s me honest its bound to happen at least one) her rage will be unveiled on the massager and ofc the ones that were supposed to protect you

when she demands for the attention of the league she’ll be deadly calm with a mere understanding of what happened

and a quiet “find them.”

under her facade she’s frantic and rattling every part her brain on how to find you the quickest way possible, driving her own herself over the edge with thinking of outcome that can happen, how badly have they hurt you by now? beaten and bruised to the brick of death or did they already kill you right away to get their message across

she knows her only answer would be the lazarus pit if they killed you, her only hope being they’ve left your body behind so she can resurrect you back to life. the thought has her flipping over the table in her room while gathering her thoughts of the best way to rescue you.

you’re probably the calmer one in the situation even with being tied up in some warehouse, you know talia will find you soon. but you’re mouthy and so confident in talia that you cant help to keep your mouth shut

“you know you’re messing with talia al ghul right? leader of the league of assassins and the demons daughter or are you all that fucking stupid

your flesh swells fast with sting after that comment, already you can already feel your face swollen with probably blue or purple marking, you just glare up and ignore the pain, knowing what talia’s reaction will be once she sees your bruised face

“she’s gonna kill you.”

he shrugs it off and it really makes you wonder if they actually know what they got themselves into, and who will be tearing down the very building you’re in right now. you were right of course and half of the men are already pierced into within the first minute the of league entering with talia strolling behind them.

her eyes gaping everywhere before catching sight of you, a relieved shift her in body language until she sees the bruise on your cheek, and in a complete talia manner she walks towards you while edging her sword in anyone who hedges her path. she would cradle your head to the opposite side to look at the bruise and look around for any sign of other injuries. an eyebrow lift is all you need to understand what’s she’s asking, who has hit you. and you tell her by leading her with your gaze.

doesn’t show really any affection while in front of everyone other than a gentle look with a hand soothing your hair out of your face, her way of telling you that you’re good now, and ordering one of the more trusted assassins under her to guide you out.

you don’t need a blueprint or a full explaining on talia’s plans are, and the fact she draws out her sword aiming towards the him before you’re rushed out.

she comes back an hour later after to her place where you’re and literally flooded in assassins, storming in with some blood splashed on her and quickly dismissing everyone out.

her first contact is bringing your her to your cheek and looking it over, talking while doing so and telling you everything’s been handled, along with physically asking if you’re hurt anywhere else

forbids you from going back to your place if you wanted to, you can shower and do whatever while staying at hers with her protection who’ll deny her in the first place tho

she wouldn’t be paranoid afterwards but definitely extra overprotective and cautious, starts to think it’s time for you to move in with her fully, as well as traveling back and forth across country

she feels you’re the safest whenever she heads back to nanda parbat with you alongside her

your first trip to nanda parbat will probably be the first time meeting her father, definitely doesn’t approve at first as he wishes for talia to be with he will deem as his successor.

talia’s so over it and just “ur wish didn’t work out the first time”

from being in love with bruce for at least over a decade i’ll say its obvious her taste in men is herculean, handsome, smart and seemingly emotionally unavailable lol

while you’re not dumb you’re not the fucking batman smart, but neither are you closed off and barely let anyone in, and i think that’ll be a fresh of breath air for talia. even tho herself is also on the closed off emotionally side, shes relieved somewhat it’s not a double ended sword with that repeating wall. like how no doubt it was with bruce

you’re soft, delicate and willing. she honestly loves that, you’re something new.

ra’s doesn’t instantly become fond of you but you could be useful to the league, springs the arrangement of producing an heir

with bruce being damian’s father it was no wonder he rebelled from the league and chose his own path

you’re submissive to talia, docile and melt at the touch of hers and affection. with their genes and your obedience, you could grant a perfect and powerful heir with loyalty and obedience to his daughter and him plus the qleague.

and yes this is how i imagine ra’s way of accepting a girlfriend of talia lol

he’s so confident and sure when he casually mentions it, “she shall produce an adequate heir,” he’ll say out of nowhere when him and talia are alone and talias like ??? that’s impossible.

“your rigid my daughter must deficit, there are ways.”

the information would change some things and actually have her think about children with you as she never actually gave it full thought, like adoption or a donor. she doesn’t know any men she actually likes enough to choose, and if you do it really doesn’t matter as they wont meet her standards.

wouldn’t bring up the new found information to you unless if you talk about wanting a child. but the idea of having a baby with you also brings her to think about damian, she has to take his feelings into account and knows he takes pride in being her only child, and most likely would not be fond of the idea of having another sibling at first. no matter what damian does come first for her, (as it should)

she takes everything else into thought but her actual emotions about it and probably wouldn’t, again unless you started to want a child.

on the topic of introduction and damian he definitely wouldn’t like you at first, no one’s good enough for his mother and honestly i think that can apply for bruce as well.

doesn’t really announce his dislike for you but you overhear him telling talia hes glad she’s happy, even if you’re a trollop. the comment does make you kinda sad because you genuinely wanna get to know damian and offer some kind of connection.

“damian’s tender nature tends to extend, eventually. no reason to fuss my beloved.”

eventually damian grows to like you, you’re one of the normal things in life for him and someone he can depend on. one of the few people who goes with him to places as you’re not constantly busy like his father’s family, and you’re more laid back and understanding of society than his mother. he’s also one of the rare few people talia will let you go with- without any sort of league following you; other than herself.

bonus extra on dami for a sec: initially you wanted to get to know damian so badly because he’s a splitting image of talia, the sharp cheekbones, the bump alongside the bridge of his nose, and the bronze skin with a set copy of his mothers eyes. he’s so much like her in ways and as soon as you first saw him you instantly knew you fell in love with him, he was a huge part of talia, her child. and selfishly you wanted to be apart of his life as he’s apart of talia’s.

his mannerisms mirrors talia’s alot, both share the same glare and frown, their look of angry is also identical with their eyebrows bunching downwards just a little. their tempt just as short, though you have to know where to strike for talia, unless she’s in an annoyed mood.

talia doesn’t at all understand the concept of stanning someone, character or a celebrity. can’t wrap her head around why people will praise a celebrity and put them on a footstool, they all seem mediocre to her.

“and you like this.. character? and it’s called stanning?”

she tries her best to understand and support you regardless, even if she tends to hate most of your favorite shows and characters. they’re all too dumb to understand.

talks in chinese to herself sometimes, like a word here or there you can make out from her quietly going over something. talks in arabic more i’ll think, especially when she’s mad it just naturally comes out. her petnames for you also tend to be arabic: habib, mahbub, etc.

i’ll imagine the lazarus pit does have some physical affects mental and emotional ones too one of them being is talia naturally running hot, like her skin having that hot sensation to the point if your hands are cold and they come in contact with her skin it’ll coldly burn/sting. there’s no use for a blanket or sheet to sleep with when you’re in the same bed as it starts to get burning hot. an arm around your waist is enough or her hand pressed against your hip with her front to your back

the pit also affects sleeping and why she doesn’t sleep much, having nightmares after you’ve dropped in the pit is a norm. probably the more you use it the worst they get. you know when talia gets them from waking up to her running hotter than usual and it feeling like you’re touching fire without the actual burn, and the rapid thumping you feel against your back.

never mention what the dreams contain even if you ask her. she’s still learning how to open up and is not comfortable talking about in-depth feelings or fears. likes listening more than actually talking

talia having felines is literally canon and mostly likely she keeps them back in nanda parbat or when she’s currently living somewhere exotic. her favorites are tigers and they probably only understand arabic or chinese, or a mix of both.

but one day you come home to a fucking tiger in the living room and their head dropped in talia’s lap. you don’t question it and realize it’s so in character for talia to have a pet tiger. it’s surreal to just walk into a room and seeing talia’s face pressed against the tigers and both of them purring, well yk not talia literally.

it becomes occasional for it to just jump in bed and lay in the middle and it’s heat between talia and the feline comes to the point you’re melting from it. her pet is completely spoiled and just watches you leave the bed to go sleep on the couch, a little jealous brat for talia’s attention tbh

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definitely isn’t the type to have one night stands or hold sex meaningless, for her to sleep with someone she has to have feelings or be in love with. literally calls sex love making or making love LMAO will never call it it fucking or anything like that, finds that it demeans what it means to her, and you.

she’s a top through and through, a soft dom but strict.

she gives and receives but loves when your head is between her thighs and you’re muffled with her legs wrapped around your head.

doesn’t really moan a lot, just soft in takes and,”that’s it beloved”s whenever you go down on her. gets so sensitive if you graze your teeth over her clit and her grip in your hair unyielding from just being tangled before.

her moans are probably low and velvety and its just ??? heart shape eyes literally like going down on her and u hear that straight creaming

not all that into sex toys but wouldn’t be opposed to them either, if you wanted her to use one on you then she will. but its always her favorite positions

loves praise sm giving and getting, isn’t into degradation at all. you’re her beloved and she treasures you, and therefore only wants to praise you.

into intense eye contact and wants u to remain it and will tell you too, unless you want her to stop what she’s doing.

loves to see to see you blush and squirm so she’ll tease you on what she knows will drive you crazy 

“is this all for me my love?”

“what is it? what do you want, speak like a good pet.”

ask nicely and you shall receive, does not care much for brats or attitude and wouldn’t have a problem breaking the brattiness down.

will deny you from orgasming if you pulled some stunt to provoke her, seeing how gorgeous she looks angry is worth it tho

“only good pets receives release.”