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Luce in altis | v. The Crown That Controls Its King

S Y N O P S I S | Passed down from centuries worth of history, the remnants of a hatred between two kings reside in a small village that serves as a border between their two feuding kingdoms. y/n lives in that village and must seek aid from one of the kings. Her trust is tested when she learns of the king that is truly wicked.

C H A R A C T E R S | Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, reader (y/n) ; (mentions of other members)

G E N R E | fantasy, romance, drama — royalty au

W A R N I N G S (chapter specific) | none

W O R D C O U N T | 5k

All parts here

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“No, Yoongi, please don’t lay a finger on my beloved y/n. She is to be my betrothed after all,” and he said that with the wicked smile he trained himself to hold so well. “Now loosen that terrible grip you have on her. Don’t want anything to get bruised, right?”

My heart dropped and the room fell into silence—worse than the one that had been when Taehyung first walked into the throne room this morning.

Even Yoongi was left speechless, his eyes were wide with shock, his hand dropping from my arm immediately.

It took him a moment to process his king’s declaration. “Your Majesty, with all due respect—.”

“It’s final. Besides, it might be a little fun to have a human with magic around here.”

“You’ll be weakened. The people will protest. Your power—,” Yoongi tried to rebut.

“Are you questioning your king?” Taehyung’s voice dripped with venom, testing Yoongi to see how far he’d go. He cocked his head to the side with a sarcastic smile rising to his lips. “Besides, weaken what? You already have done some of that,” he added, a slight bitterness laced in his tone.

Yoongi only bowed accepting the declaration.

“Her powers might come in handy for an heir,” Taehyung chuckled. “It’s rare to see someone with the powers to stop another’s. I believe we covet those in our army. The Protectors.” He casually glanced at me, playing his wicked part before standing up from the throne and stalking towards me. He offered me a hand. “Now, come with me, darling.”

I reluctantly raised my hand and placed it into his. They were warm, reminding me that behind this facade he was putting up, he was the Taehyung I had met before this chaos. I hoped.

—

He led me down a series of corridors, various servants freezing with frightened faces and immediately bowing the entire way. His hand never let go of mine. At the end of the fourth turn, we arrived at a hallway with one singular double-door. The grandest of all doors in this palace aside from the throne room; it must have been the king’s suite.

The door itself held carving in the black wood, intricate and dare I say, even beautiful at first glance.

Taehyung pushed open the doors, letting me enter. My eyes roamed the entire suite. A king-sized bed in the middle of the room, adorned with similar silk-like sheets with a similar bed frame to the throne in the throne room. Each post of the bed frame had its own version of intricate carvings into the wood. I was in awe at the luxury this room had.

As I heard the door being shut behind me, I turned to meet Taehyung.

“You can take a seat on the bed if you’d like,” his tone was not harsh like the throne room, but still cold. He released my hand and sat in the chair behind the grand desk.

I was wrong; this man was not Taehyung either.

I strolled towards the bed, sitting on the edge, cautiously. I did not know what my next move would be; I never expected this. Who was this man in the same room as me?

“Why have you come to my kingdom?” His voice stiff like a wall and indifferent. I was not able to detect any emotion behind it. He picked up a stack of papers and began to read; his eyes not meeting mine. Another sign of indifference.

The anger I felt last night melted away. Like his ice-cold presence and attitude froze it. This was not the Taehyung I knew. Had I dreamt of him helping me last night? I swore he was kinder last night.

The side of me that was ready to ask him why he had lied, why he was being like this was gone; hiding in fear. It was the same feeling as if you asked someone a question for it to be a response of coldness like they didn’t care.

I did not know how to describe him at this moment. It was like the cruel version of the act of king dissipated once we reached this room, but he had placed a wall between us, completely separating any connection we had prior.

“You did not answer,” his eyes glanced up from the paper he had been reading to meet mine in a questioning stare before returning back to the paper.

I shook my head haven’t realized I had let myself wander too deep into my thoughts. I was suddenly wary about mentioning my situation and why I wandered so far to find him.

It was like being in the middle of a frozen pond and the ice was thin. Then trying to walk back to the safe land.

“Um,” I did not realize I had an ounce of fear from this man until I was scared to speak. A week ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated to ask for his help. Now, I found it hard to muster up the courage to continue and it was gone when his eyes caught mine again, expecting.

I saw a flicker of something change in his eyes, some light, but then I was shut out again and my hand ran down the side of my thigh before I forced myself to speak.

“Something’s happened in my village. Someone came with an army. They’ve taken my entire village. They’ve taken my family.” My fear was gone when I came to the realization of what had happened. It felt like I was choking out the last few words. I’ve thought about these things my entire way here. They’ve been in my mind, but to tell someone else was a different story, to speak these words was a different story.

I felt a sinking feeling in my heart because now, the fear has finally settled within. I was scared for my family and I was alone in this fear. It was like the fear I felt the first time my mother had sent me to go to the market as a young girl to buy something except now it was tenfold that fear.

Because I was truly alone.

A few tears fell involuntarily and I had not noticed until they fell onto my hand. I quickly raised my hand to wipe my cheek. My eyes scanned Taehyung’s face for a reaction, any reaction. I might have sounded naive to ask for such a thing. Anything, I just wanted something that wasn’t the stillness of his lips or the emptiness behind his eyes. At this point, I was beginning to regret my decision to come; moreover, I was beginning to feel shame in my decision to trust him so easily, to have given into this false hope.

“I do not know of the matter if that is why you’re here,” there it was. Like a slamming of the door in my face. As if asking me why the hell did I even come here?

And it felt like what I had dreaded the most was here. Like any ounce of hope I had previous to this moment was gone. A glass cup that was once brimming with my hope and faith in Taehyung slipped from where I was holding it and shattered; my hope completely drained on the cold tiles below me.

“I came to ask you for help,” I still prayed there was some bit of the Taehyung I knew in this stranger. I couldn’t let go of this easily. No. Please; where else do I have to go?

Silence. He did not answer me, only continued grazing through the stack of papers.

This time, I felt and I finally found my voice to ask him.

“Who are you?” My voice was quiet, small and it was painful the feeling lump that formed in my throat that I tried to swallow. I knew if I let the tears that pricked my eyes form large enough to fall; I’d break before him and now was not the time to give in. He was not allowed to treat me with such indifference and get my reaction.

“What do you mean?” No reaction showed in his face, still indifferent. The paper in his hand was moved to a pile and he continued to read. Each flick of a page became increasingly louder to me because otherwise there was a disappointing silence.

Flick, another page.

“Are you the Taehyung I met from the Winter Solstice?” I felt confidence rise in my tone just a bit, enough for me to finish the conversation I had started.

Taehyung finally looked up from the papers, a stoic look on his face. His lips were a tight line, eyes just holding my gaze.

I could not read whatever was burning behind his eyes and it left me dumbfounded. What kind of game was he playing exactly?

“You had met the Kim Taehyung without a king’s crown at your Winter Solstice festival,” he began as he rose slowly from his seat, eyes never leaving mine.

I felt myself begin to shrink away as he strolled towards me. My hands laid on the sheets behind me and I felt my body begin to move back just an inch.

“Once you have crossed into this kingdom of mine, the only Kim Taehyung you will know is the one with the crown,” his tone showed no sign of emotion, only stillness and control.

There was no hope now that I was in the presence of the same Taehyung from the Winter Solstice. This stoic face was not that of Taehyung’s warm smile from the festival. The coldness emitting from him was not that of the warm hands that often clasped onto mine. He was proving that man was gone here.

He was now towering above me, eyes looking down onto me. Without warning, his hand wrapped around my forearm and I felt a burning sensation where his hand was. I didn’t attempt to pull away, only keeping my stare on his hand.

For the first time since I had met him, I was scared of Kim Taehyung. I did not know who was standing before me and I clearly did not know beforehand, having fallen into his trap of kind words and fake smiles a week ago.

When he finally released my forearm, there, laying in its wake, was a black outline of a crescent moon etched into my skin. I slowly raised a finger and let it graze over the marking.

“Now you are truly my betrothed,” he spoke quietly under his breath.

Before I had time to register what he had done, a knock came from the door.

“Who is it?” Taehyung stood, straightening his tunic. He approached the door, preparing for a friend or foe awaiting on the other side of the door. Almost immediately, I saw his mask, the stillness in his features, stern and authoritative.

It had dropped around my presence, but he still kept his distance from me.

“Your majesty, it is I,” a faint voice. Immediately, I noticed the softness that wasn’t heard from people of Erebus.

The mask of a King fell from his face. “Come in.”

I returned my stare to my forearm, yet still, I wondered who had this person been that Taehyung did not have to wear that mask around.

The man who appeared in front of the door moments later in a cloud of black. He was a young man. He did not have those eyes with hidden dark intentions behind them. They were a warm brown and when the young man offered a polite smile, I noticed the genuineness behind them.

He did not kneel for his king. Instead, he simply bowed in his presence. I didn’t fail to notice the slight crack of a smile Taehyung had on his lips from the young man.

“Apologies for my lateness. I was handling matters at J-,” he was cut off by Taehyung.

“It is fine Jungkook,” the faint smile still on his lips as he placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and guided a hand in my direction. “I called you here to determine what magic she possesses. In the throne room, she displayed the powers of a Protector, but I’m curious if there are any others.”

Taehyung moved to sit in a chaise lounge nearby, allowing Jungkook to approach the bed.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” he greeted with the same genuine smile.

Perhaps it was the lack of emotion from Taehyung or the lack of kindness felt from anyone I had met in this kingdom thus far, but I felt a mutual trust from the simple greeting.

“I hope you don’t mind if I grab your hand for a quick minute,” he sat at the edge of the bed and reached his hand towards me. He was waiting for me to give him permission.

Taehyung still watched from the lounge. Under his watchful eye, any permission I gave didn’t hold any worth. I didn’t have a choice anyway.

I placed my hand on top of his, allowing his to clasp around mine gently and place his other hand on top mine. They were warm and gentle.

I noticed his eyes widening slightly before he returned them to their casual state and released my hand. Taehyung didn’t fail to notice the change in his expression and sat up quickly.

I, myself, fell into confusion. What was wrong?

I pulled my hand back to my side and glanced at Jungkook.

Taehyung stood and disappeared in a whirlwind of black. Jungkook, a second later, followed in suit.

—

I had waited. I had probably waited for nearly hours. Neither had returned, yet, servants were at the door with a meal. Instructed by Taehyung to take care of me in his absence.

For an hour, I paced, I sat, I stood wondering what the hell had happened when Jungkook took my hand. What was Taehyung’s intention in bringing Jungkook?

Slowly, my mind drifted to thoughts containing Taehyung. I had not yet come to terms that Taehyung was not the same person. I was not sure if I could hold onto the fleeting memory of who I met previously with the man who was king. It had not even been a week since he left my village, leaving my freedom with me, and yet, this version he presented himself as in his kingdom was cold, distant, as if he didn’t even associate the fact that he had spent a week betting on whether or not I’d marry him.

I wanted to cry and I wanted to spit hateful words towards him. If I could make him feel anger, I would curse him a thousand times; anything but the nothingness emotions he had been pushing towards me since I arrived.

A knock sounded from the door. As if any betrayal and confusion I had melted away, I stood from my seat quickly with hope it was Taehyung who was behind the door before quickly raising the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen out of frustration and the slight feeling of betrayal.

The door creaked open slightly and a girl slid in. Her hands clasped in front of her as she bowed. It wasn’t the kneel everyone greeted Taehyung with the moment they knew of his presence. It was a simple bow but still presented her status as lower than mine. I couldn’t fathom why she had done that, but before I could react, she glanced at the tray sitting upon the coffee table and spoke.

“Miss, you haven’t touched your dinner,” her tone was quiet and submissive.

“I don’t have any appetite to eat, really,” I felt myself imitating her tone. I didn’t know how I was supposed to act. I wasn’t of royal blood and I surely was not noble or anyone of power, but she was speaking to me as if I was.

“It seems to be cold, I can prepare something hot for you if you’d like,” her eyes finally met mine and she presented a kind smile on her lips. I had not seen a servant with such kindness in words or emotions yet. Something was strange about the people I had met today.

“Or I can take this tray away since you don’t feel like eating,” she suggested.

“If you can,” I mustered a slight smile.

She received my message and took the tray from the table. “I will be back in an hour to see if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to ask any servant in the meantime,” with that, she disappeared in a whirlwind of black.

I found myself asking for a simple mug of hot tea when she came back. My appetite still didn’t want to come back and I feared it was due to the anxiety I felt for when Taehyung might come back.

“Chamomile,” she handed the mug to me gently. “You will need the rest. Also, there is clothes for you to change into, should you need it,” she pointed to a pile of folded clothes on the bed.

Even though it was possible that the genuineness was not real, I fell for it. I was greedy and wanted it to be real; for someone to show real emotion towards me. I was also foolishly greedy for allowing myself to settle onto the Taehyung’s bed without a second thought and not wanting to face the thoughts of possible danger that could come with it.

I thanked her and had not realized before she left to ask for her name. I would want to remember it. I drank the entire mug without a second thought keeping in mind, I will need the rest. I will need the rest for my family and for whatever this kingdom will greet me with tomorrow.

As my eyes began to feel the weight of tiredness pull my eyelids down, I reminded myself that I will have to ask her for her name when I saw her next; a possible ally.

—

I woke up to the smell of breakfast and I opened my eyes to the ceiling of my room. Not Taehyung’s gold-trimmed bedroom ceiling, but my plain white cracked ceiling.

“Breakfast!” A male’s voice, my brother’s voice.

I stepped cautiously from my bed. Had I dreamt the dark kingdom? Had I missed Taehyung that much?

After a few moments of nothing changing, I ran from my room and into the main room. My mother, father, and Namjoon had begun breakfast. I took a seat beside my mother and felt my mouth water at the plate in front of me. Then my brows furrowed.

“We never have meat for breakfast. Mother, we can’t afford to,” why was she wasting meat on a meal like breakfast?

“We have extra,” she replied.

I felt myself pause. We never had extra for meals outside of dinner.

I met eyes with my father. “Wake up, y/n.”

“Save us, y/n,” Namjoon’s eyes locked to mine.

“y/n, please,” my mother followed, eyes beginning to shine with tears.

—

My body was soaked in sweat when I awoke and I realized the blanket I had been sleeping on the previous night was covering me. When I glanced at the large window beside the bed, I realized dawn was breaking and the dark sky was beginning to lighten, although the sun had yet to peek over the horizon.

What had seemed like a nightmare that only spanned fifteen minutes seemed to have taken the time span of an entire night of sleep.

Then I realized why that had come in the form of a nightmare. I was losing sight of my original reason to come here and was being sidetracked.

My family is why I came here.

I sat up slowly, cautiously, a reminder that I was still in the Dark Kingdom regardless of the comfortable bed I slept in and the meals I was served. No one was my friend here. And it seemed not even Taehyung, who I thought was, was not either.

“You’re awake.”

Speaking of the devil.

“You’re awake as well,” I countered. I took notice of the glowing light sitting on his desk and a new stack of papers. Was he always this busy with his kingdom’s affairs? Even in the early mornings?

I shook my mind off the topic. “Why did you disappear yesterday?”

He ignored my question. “Has your powers returned since the last time you used them?”

I didn’t answer because, quite frankly, I began to feel irritated and it was most likely the combination of the difference in Taehyung’s attitude towards me in addition to his unresponsiveness to my question.

I remained silent and when Taehyung raised his head, his eyes held mine. Once again, I had noticed that darkness in his eyes that led me only to more mysteries I did not know the answer to.

I gave in and answered his question. It was the look in his eyes, the way such power was brewed in them. His stare could make an enemy bow before him if they looked long enough.

“No,” I responded, pulling the sheets off of me and crossing my legs. I do not want them to. “No, they have not returned since the throne room.”

Then to my surprise, Taehyung responded to my question. “I left to discuss your powers with Jungkook. He’s considered a Healer, the power to mend one’s powers as well as diagnose one’s powers. I brought him here to see what other powers you could possess.”

Taehyung stopped there. He didn’t explain what he saw to be discussed away from me.

After his disappearance, I concluded Jungkook must have seen something that sought no benefits. I wondered if I should be asking what Jungkook had seen if it pertained to me.

I decided against it.

“Do not tell anyone what magic you possess if you wish to survive here.”

I did not know if it was meant to protect me when he had spoken with such a dark tone. The message behind the warning was one of kindness, yet it was hard to tell with the bitter tone that trapped the words towards the end.

“I don’t want them anyway,” I spoke quietly.

Silence passed for many hours. Taehyung continued his work and I found myself being dressed and bathed by the women who took care of me initially for the rest. This time, they had dressed me in something ten folds more elegant than the original gown I had worn yesterday making me wonder what plans Taehyung had in place for today.

I was placed in front of a floor-length mirror as the servant worked on buttoning the back. My eyes scanned over the dress. Once again the top favored intricate black lace while the bottom remained a solid black. I almost argued against the choice of clothing when I noticed the dangerously high slit on one side of my leg.

This time, the dress was a capped sleeve, the moon outline on my forearm displayed for all to see mocking me.

The servant guided me to a chair and began to work on my hair for which it was decided by Taehyung who had approached the case of hair accessories and chosen a small tiara.

“We will announce your betrothal today,” he commented as his finger looped under the metal headpiece. The lining of diamonds glimmered against the rising sun as he picked it up to inspect it.

“Make sure it can be noticed,” he handed the crown to the servant.

I opened my mouth to protest but shut it right after to process what he had stated.

“Why are you doing this?”

“If you want to survive to see your family outside of my kingdom, you will do everything I tell you to do.” He was standing by the large window, observing the world behind the other side, hands clasped behind his back. This did not allow me to see what emotions could be written on his face as he, for the first time, showed an ounce of empathy towards me.

“You can not tell anyone of your magic unless I mention it prior to that person or people. It may be best to not speak to anyone if I am not beside you; you don’t know what my people are capable of twisting your words into,” he finally turned from the window. His eyes met mine with a question of agreement.

I nodded lightly, understanding that I must follow what he said to survive. Although, confusion still flowed through my thoughts. Was I hearing a hint of tenderness laced in his words or did I just sought it so much that I was beginning to hear things that weren’t there?

He strolled from the window towards me. I was beginning to hate the slight rising in the discomfort I felt when he towered over me like this.

“Lastly, you are now a kingdom born,” he glanced at my forearm, at the moon, hands tensing at his side for a second. “And you are my betrothed, the future queen of this kingdom,” he added on as if the crown that adorned my hair was not a glaring message itself.

I, too, had caught my eyes on the shining gems adorning the crown.

“Are you capable of following everything that I’ve just told you?” It was a question, but from his lips, the tone was more of a statement; reminding me that I needed to follow what he said regardless.

“Yes,” I replied simply, no emotion punctured my voice. I was simply agreeing; in the back of my mind, I was convinced Taehyung was doing all of this to ensure my life for the time being. In the back of my mind, I was not ready to give up on the Taehyung I met previously and believed a small piece of him remained behind to keep me safe.

—

“Just follow me in,” Taehyung turned his head to the side, giving me a side glance. “Do not show emotion.” One last rule.

As if on queue, silence stilled the air as the towering doors to the throne room creaked open and inside along the center aisle, there, his people kneeled.

Beside the grand throne was another chair, not as elegant, but still sent a message. It was not as heightened as the throne although a partner to the throne with the same design. It was built for a king’s second ruler, his queen.

Yoongi was beside the throne in his usual position, kneeling.

Taehyung, with his shoulders stiff and head held high, walked with utmost nonchalant to his throne. Although he walked casually, every footstep of his echoed throughout the room.

I felt eyes rising from the floor as I trailed behind him. I tried my best to straighten my back as much and keep my head held high, not allowing the wandering eyes chip my facade in any way. I allowed my face to still.

He turned when he reached the first of three steps to where the throne sat and extended his hand to me which I took.

When he turned, I already felt chills run down my spine for he was wearing his infamous wicked smile. “My darling,” he guided me to my seat before placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand and releasing it.

Taehyung settled onto his throne, a finger on his chin—a tease to his subjects gathered. “You may rise,” his tone was amused.

“As you may have noticed the seat beside my own today,” he began. “The woman beside me is y/n, who you will address as your queen in a month’s time. For the time being, she is my betrothed and you will address her as her highness.”

No one dared to hum a single sound although it was clear that his news stilled everyone more than his presence had caused prior. It was evident shock was that only emotion behind his subjects’ eyes for they kept their stares towards me.

“I have invited my Court and you all to celebrate such a wonderful event,” Taehyung added. He held his hand out and a glass of wine appeared in his extended hand as he lifted it towards the crowd. “Enjoy yourselves,” a smirk on his lips and a brow raised, another mechanism he used to test emotions.

“Yes, thank you for your graciousness, Your Majesty,” in unison, they bowed. The entrance doors opened and servants carried a long table. Atop the table was glasses of wine and champagne along with magnificent platters of food. More servants entered with their own platters and trays of foods and drinks.

Just like food and drink were a spell, the shock washed away and they began to dine and party. The music played was unlike what I had heard, almost a sinful rendition of music. There was no excitement in its rhythm or tune that made me want to dance.

“Your Majesty, a letter has arrived from Hemera,” Yoongi approached the throne.

Taehyung barely nodded, giving Yoongi acknowledgment.

“I will meet with you in the cabinet room,” he responded, taking a drink from his glass.

Yoongi bowed and disappeared with a whirlwind of black.

The wine glass disappeared from Taehyung’s hand as he stood. “Come with me,” he turned with his extended hand towards me.

My surroundings turned to dark and in a split second, I was in a room with bookcases lining the walls and a grand table in the center of the room. I was met with a second of nausea, reminding me of when Taehyung attempted to show me his way of traveling at my village.

Yoongi was already here, a scroll stretched out before him to which he folded quickly as he bowed.

“What is it?” Annoyance filled Taehyung’s voice.

“The king of Hemera has sent a message that he will be arriving for a visit in the coming weeks. He is currently en route to the capital and will be here in three weeks’ time.”

a/n

oop, we sussing out taehyung here... but whats his deal?

SURPRISE SURPRISE

sorry for the super big gap, but FINALLY and i mean finally, things have settled down and i will have more downtime to work on this :)

yours truly, Selene ♡

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Margaery Tyrell Verses ( taken from my old blog )

( V: YOU WERE JUST A ROSEBUD ONCE (YOUTH) )

Margaery as a child growing up in Highgarden.

( V: THE GOLDEN ROSE OF HIGHGARDEN )

Margaery as a teenager in Highgarden. (ages 13-14)

( V: LOVELY AS A DAWN (GOT/ACOK) )

Margaery during her marriage to Renly. sub versus: (listed with particular players.)

When Winter met Spring (Robb Stark marries Margaery after Renly dies)

( V: GROWING STRONG EVEN UNDER LION’S CLAWS (ASOS) )

Book Canon. Margaery of House Tyrell. She is gentle and kind, sweet and beloved by the small folk. Recently engaged to one Joffrey Baratheon. She is the QUEEN to be, though the real question is, does she desire it? Verses that are housed under this verse LOTR Verse - Elvish Rose - Mace Tyrell is Half-Elven. He marries a human, Alerie Hightower and chooses the fate of the mortals. His children have the choice as well, His youngest has not chosen her fate yet. Lady Rose - Lady of a keep. Margaery is a mortal, that lives close to Rivendell. (or in some verses Mirkwood)

( V: OF THORNS (AFFC/ADWD) )

During Margaery’s Trial by Faith. She’s held in a tower by the septa’s and The High Sparrow. After the evidence falls away from Margaery, she is released into the custody of Randyll Tarly.

( V: UNE ROSE DANS DE LE NORD )

After House Tyrell falls on the ‘wrong side of history.’ Loras is sent to the Stormlands, Garlan is sent to the vale, and sweet, young, Margaery is sent to the North. On top of all of this, the Tyrell’s must pay a certain amount of gold every year to the crown to keep the children fed. Or so they are told. Margaery wins over House Stark and eventually ends up betrothed to Robb Stark.

( V: WINTER IN OUR BONES )

Margaery is engaged to marry Robb Stark, but it all ends at the Red Wedding. Jon Snow, now Jon Stark, saves her life. (with: @moreastark )

( V: THE FRANKISH ROSE )

Season 2-3: Margaery is the daughter of Frankish King Mace Tyrell. He’s done his best with all three of his sons, now he wants Margaery in on the game. Yet there was a reason she was kept hidden. To keep his kingdom safe Mace was forced to give up his beautiful daughter to King Ragnar. Now in Kattegat, she has to survive.

Season 4B: Margaery is the daughter of a Frankish Lord. She resides in Paris and among Princess Gisla and Duke Rollo's court. She's just a lady in the court, curious about the Viking Raiders among them at the moment.

( V: DRIPPING IN GOLD )

A royalty au currently under construction. (Verse with: halfawolf)

( V: HOIST THE COLOURS )

grim tides/Black Sails/POTC/Pirate!Queen Margaery. Queen of the Pacific, and Agean, The Rose of Highgarden has truly come a long way. From stowing away on a ship as a small child to escape the British Attack on her family, to having her own crew, she’s practically unstoppable. It doesn’t hurt that many of her male counterparts doubt her ability as a pirate captain because she’s a woman. She proves them wrong, Every. Single. Time.

( V: THINGS WE LOST )

From a young age, Margaery was betrothed to Jon Targaryen. The Heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Now, it’s time for them to bring their families together. (w: halfawolf)

V: THINGS WE LOST TO THE FLAME

Jon is exiled and stripped of his title, Margaery is forced to wed another, life is not as she planned it until Jon comes back to her. (w: moreastark)

( V: THE RELUCTANCE OF THE WOLF )

(A WANTED VERSE) Forced into marriage with one another by Lady Olenna and Lady Catelyn’s arrangement. Margaery tries to make the best of her fate. Lady Catelyn is a joy and kind to her. Wonderful in every way. While Robb… Robb is cold to her. Margaery becomes scared that she is trapped in another loveless marriage and struggles to understand her cold & grim husband.

( V: A MODERN ROSE )

Margaery works for her father a respected lawyer in the Tyrell Firm. In her spare time, she paints.

Gangster Lawyer: assilat-vojjor Drogo is a respected Gang leader on trial for a murder he didn’t commit. Margaery is his Lawyer. Our Gentle Sin: astormcrow. Margaery and Daario get close to one another, start an affair. At the same time, he kills people for a living. Crushing them in high heels and pearls: wintersking. Margaery is Robb’s boss. Currently they’re having a torrid affair.

If you let my soul out (it’ll come right back to you.) Reincarnation verse.

The Drifter: Margaery Tyrell runs into Jon Snow while wandering the streets of Paris. & she can’t help but be drawn to him. Little does she know that he is hiding a secret. (w: moreastark)

( V: A COLLEGE ROSE QUEEN )

Margaery is the Youngest of the Tyrell’s. Attending Harvard Law in the fall, Margaery is just trying to make it in a family that vacations in Europe for the hell of it. Mostly she’s just looking for fun.

( V: OBLIVION )

Margaery Tyrell is a British-born scientist, working for the government. She double majored in biology and anthropology. She’s never really thought much of the superhero’s other than the fact that they’ve saved the world. She proud of the work she does and believes in what’s right for the future. That being said, her loyalty is not easily swayed or bought. (Notes for Marvel-verse)

* Recruited by Nick Fury. * Security Level Clearance: 5 (sub verses): Webbed Roses with webheadedhero You Can Keep Your Shield On with buyxwarxbonds Notes for DC verse * Recruited by the Secretary of Defense. * Lived in Metropolis

(V: A LADY IN WAITING (TWQ) )

The White Queen Verse: Margaery is a noble lady. Her family has the symbol of the Golden rose. They are neither York or Lancaster. Tyrell’s are really all for themselves.

( V: A LADY IN WAITING (TUDOR) )

Upon hearing of the death of her beloved cousin Anne, Margaery ventures to King Henry VIII’s court for answers. - She’s managed to ensnare the king in her thorns and finds herself caught as well, because her feelings fro him have grown beyond what she thought they would. (Timeline: Anne of Cleves is queen, but before Kitty Howard meets Henry.) - Anne sent for her cousin before her death and she has been there since her second miscarriage. verse with vivatreginam -Margaery arrives after the death of her cousin Anne, taking in Elizabeth and offering up her home as a place for her. verse with any elizabeth

( V: A ROSE OF FRANCE )

French born, but Spain raised Margaery Tyrell, is brought back to court along with the rest of her family when they hear of Prince Francis’ wedding to Mary Stuart. Of course they are overjoyed and offer their services to the young couple swearing themselves to them. While Margaery’s ambitious grandmother seeks a powerful marriage for Margaery perhaps with a royal of Scotland, Margaery skeeks to get to know the future queen better. Hoping to call her friend one day.

( V: LA BELLE PETITE ROSE )

BBC’s The Musketeers Verse. Margaery is the King’s Cousin, but that doesn’t mean much in France. Serving under Queen Anne as a Lady in Waiting, she is happy with her position. Although, she is intrigued by The Musketeers in the service of the King.

Une Rose de Versailles: A Noble Catholic Lady from the south of france, originally she’s engaged to the Dux De Baratheon known as Joffrey. She’s not very happy with the match, as the man has a reputation for cruelty. She has come to Versailles, when the King moves court from Paris to there. She finds herself a bit more at ease there, she is able to be herself more and be around women other than her future mother-in-law. Her fiance hates it and wishes to return to Paris. She has hope that she might catch the king’s eye, but she knows that women here are everywhere each wanting a piece of the king.

( V: OF IRON THORNS )

Margaery has taken the Iron Throne through her son after the death of her husband. Now she has to keep it. (husband can be Renly, Joffrey, or Tommen.)

( V: THE TALES ARE REAL )

The Original Rose Beauty: Margaery was a noble lady in Snow’s court, but also a friend for Queen Regina until her identity as a Princess and future Queen of her own realm was reviled. Margaery was Aurora’s mother, the first sleeping beauty. Sometimes known as Briar Rose. She tried her best to shield her daughter from the curse but was unable to do so. When the first curse hit, she was swept up and sent to Storybrooke. Living under the curse, she works in the flower shop owned by Moe French. She spends her days doing inventory and ordering new flowers when needed. The day that repeated for 28 years, she would visit the sheriff's station with coffee, and cut flowers in the shop. When Emma came to town, she was curious about the woman who seemed to be hanging around Young Henry but said nothing of it. Sticking to herself and the solitary life the curse forced her to lead. After the curse breaks, every memory is brought back to her. She believes she is without her brothers, her husband, and her daughter in this land without magic and would give anything just to see them again.

( V: LIFE IS WAR )

A modern twist on a love story. Verse with moreastark

( V: A LOYAL KNIGHT )

Athos entered Margaery’s service when she was still married to Joffrey. The sadness that surrounded the man caught her attention and she did everything she could to get him to smile. Little did she know she would fall head over heels in love with the knight. They hide it as best as they can although she would rather be with him than apart from him. (w: dettexhonneur)

( V: DON'T FEAR THE REAPER )

Margaery had gotten out. More than that. She had made a place for herself outside of the MC. Her father had just been the MC's lawyer, it wasn't like she had to be anything to them, right? She could go and do whatever she wanted. That is until, she came home. She came home for a funeral and saw... Him again. Jon. She had been to High School with him. He had been her first everything. She had thought for a while, he would be her everything. Until she grew up. She went to college, became a lawyer, and seeing Jon again, made her feel like a teenage girl. Especially on the back of his bike. Now she's got a choice. Stay, start over with the man she loves, or go back... (verse with: moreastark)

( V: DON’T LET YOURSELF BE HUNTED )

When Margaery was a child she always knew there was something different about her, and her family. She always just thought it was odd that her father could influence those around him with a word, her grandmother’s plants never died, and her brothers… Well, Willas’ super memory and intelligence was next to none, and his ability to seemingly communicate with Animals, Garlan and his super strength, Loras and his agility, she wondered what her powers would be. At nine the voices started. She could hear them even in her sleep, it was all so very loud and overwhelming, she just wanted it to stop, but it didn’t. It just got worse and louder, it wasn’t until later that she learned these voices were not in her head, they were in the heads of others. She also learned that she could feel other’s emotions as well and project her own on them. Margaery harnesses the powers of empathy and telepathy, her grandmother does her best to help her control it.

Her family is heavily involved in the Hellfire club, and Margaery didn’t have much of a choice, but to do the same. She has always admired the X-Men though and is considering switching sides.

( V: IN A LAND OF WONDER )

Margaery Tyrell is visiting the Kingdom of Camelot with her father and brother.

( V: MAGIC AMONG US )

Growing Strong. It’s the Tyrell House motto, it’s also Margaery’s personal mantra. She's a Ravenclaw.

( V: GROW TILL YOU CAN’T ANYMORE )

District Eleven, Margaery, and her family have much knowledge about plants, orchards, and people. When Margaery is picked as a tribute, she proves herself and wins her games… Allowing herself to be taken in by the charms of the capitol like her brother before her. She’s become the favorite of many. Alt verses: Burn it all down - Margaery joins the rebellion.

#( verse drop )#;;rosen queen (margaery tyrell)#( margaery tyrell verses )

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ao3feed-sansaery · 6 years ago

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Tasting the Peach

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EvxzH4

by gaytriangle

A girl should never refuse to taste a peach. She may never get the chance again. Life is short, Sansa. Remember what the Stark words say. Winter is coming.

Words: 418, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of My True Love Gave To Me...

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon (mentioned)

Relationships: Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Modern AU, First Kiss, Fluff, V Shameless Fluff

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#Sansaery #Sansa Stark #Margaery Tyrell #Sansa x Margaery #Game of Thrones #GOT #Margaery x Sansa #AO3

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heavynlymuses-a-blog · 7 years ago

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alpha ; ( v ; high school queen ): a modern verse in which Alpha is a high school student, trying to keep up with her grades and social status. She’s good at throwing parties, however invites are usually coveted due to the fact that she only gives them to certain people. Her mother tries to get her to date other rich kids, from prominent families, but Alpha is less than interested in doing things because her mother wants her to.

alpha ; ( v ; queen bitch ): now out of high school, Alpha has moved into a studio apartment and is working on fashion design. She’s talented at fashion, its what she adores. Things are rough going to start though. Later in this verse timeline, Alpha’s mother dies and Alpha uses the money she’s inherited to move out of her studio apartment and to kickstart her company.

alpha ; ( v ; accidents happen ): a modern au where Alpha has gone to live with her father and toddler, twin half-siblings, and now she keeps it a secret that her father is abusive. And her mother won’t take her back, not that Alpha has the desire to go slinking back to Veronika.

alpha ; ( v ; a crown of snakes : slytherin au ): Harry Potter au. Alpha is a Slytherin student attending Hogwarts the same year as Harry Potter. She’s a smart student with good grades. She holds no desire to form an allegiance with Voldermort or his followers, however she also has no purpose for those who follow Harry Potter. Alpha is primarily for herself and her own survival.

alpha ; ( v ; a queen in the stars ark verse ): Set before the 100 were sent to the ground and while her mother is still alive.

alpha ; ( v ; broken covenants ): Her mother’s family line was full of witchcraft, going back long before even the Salem Witch Trials. So it was no surprise when Alpha, as a young child, began to show an affinity for magic. Her mother was a black magic user who taught Alpha dark and powerful magic. Alpha has been known to steal small items from people, using them as talismans and conduits for curses and hexes.

Teen Wolf: After the Nemeton was activated again, Alpha was drawn to Beacon Hills by the strong force and power it had. Of course she’s searching the Beacon Hill’s Preserve for the Nemeton, hoping to find it in order to strengthen her black magic. However, she is not opposed to lending a hand to Scott if he’d ask for her help. Or even to Theo, if he gives her a good enough reason.

The Covenant: Tales of the return of the banished son of Ipswich, Alpha and her mother have moved to the small town in order to see for themselves.

Hemlock Grove: In order to get away from her mother’s emotionally abusive personality, Alpha moved to the small town in Pennsylvania to hide. She’s not too happy when she realises she’s not the only witch in town, nor when she begins to hear about bodies piling up via supernatural means. Alpha generally sticks to herself, not wanting much to do with the Upir and Werewolf who seem to run around as if they own the place.

alpha ; ( v ; there was more than one winter soldier : marvel au ):

Her mother, Veronika Judas had been a member of the organization HYDRA and was a low ranking psychiatrist for the organization. However, after seeing the learned obedience and loyalty that came with the ‘ Winter Soldier Program ‘, she offered up a 6 year old Alpha to the program. Veronika had thought that the way to a perfect and loyal child was through the program and training that came with it, because of how impressed she had been with James Barnes’ complete compliance.

Alpha was entered into the program because HYDRA wanted to see the effects of beginning the procedures on someone much younger than Barnes or the few others in they had turned into Winter Soldiers.

She trained under Barnes for a few years, like the other soldiers. However, instead of working in a group with the others, she was mostly used for missions where they could place her in more social and elite setting for gathering intelligence and often times taking out rich and powerful people who’d gotten in HYDRA’s way.

After the fall of HYDRA, Alpha is on her own and trying to figure out how to live a life that she’s in charge of without taking orders or going on missions.

alpha ; ( v ; the x gene doesn’t look good on everyone : x-men au ):

Her mutation revealed itself during a party her mother was hosting. The house was overcrowded with people and usually, Alpha was in her prime during parties. But that night, everything was too loud and too bright. She felt strange but couldn’t place what she was feeling. Veronika, her mother, pulled Alpha away from the party guests to scold her on her antisocial behavior, telling her that once again, she was being an embarrassment. The two of them began to argue and in her growing anger, Alpha’s mutation finally revealed itself. She changed; her body changing into something more feline in looks. A coat of fur, golden eyes, claws, even a tail and ears.

Knowing her mother would not approve and would probably try and either lock her away for being abnormal or use her for her own gains, Alpha ran off. She didn’t want to be anyone’s pawn. She fled from Moscow to New York to seek out Xavier’s Institute. She had heard rumors that the place was a safe haven for people like her.

Alpha’s mutation makes her look much like a cat. However, she can shift back into her normal more human form at will. She has faster reflexes and better balance, along with other cat-like characteristics such as better eyesight in the dark and an ability to land on her feet when she drops from large heights. When she fights, she often uses her claws as a weapon.

alpha ( v ; bad bitches rule : mob au ): in which her mother’s side of the family, the Ivanova’s, are Russian mob. Alpha has taken over the rank of them that currently preside in New York and acts as a leader. However, the only person higher than her on the totem pole is the head of the family back in Russia. Alpha was given a wide range of leadership because of her naturally cunning mind and also as a test from the head of the family, to see if she’s good enough to call herself an Ivanova.

alpha ; ( v ; a crown of ice : game of thrones ):

Daughter of Lord Richard and Lady Veronika of House Judas, a small but wealthy house in the North that has pledged allegiance to House Stark.

Alpha’s father is physically abusive and her mother is emotionally abusive. So she likes being outside on her own, away from her parents. Though being a woman means she has no rights to land or even her own decisions for her life.

She would find the life of being a young Lady to be more enthralling if she had more pull. However that doesn’t mean she won’t use her feminine wiles to get what she wants every once in a while. Be careful if you trust Alpha, she has her eyes set on a crown and she may not have any real power, but if she can manipulate her way into a position that would give her some, she’ll take it. Her family swears fealty to the Bolton’s when they take Winterfell but Alpha truthfully holds no loyalty to anyone.

alpha ; ( v ; time is a matter of perspective : continuum au ): info to come. most information on this verse will be specific to @manyandnonemuses Julian Randol.

#about ; alpha #tw long post

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boglog · 7 years ago

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Wholesome Questionare Tag Meme

Tagged by @80sglamcowboy Rules are: -Post the rules -Answer the questions given to you by the tagger -Write eleven questions of your own -Tag eleven people

This is long as Hell, friends and I apologise.

One inquisitive bitch has asked me:

1. Name one person (real or fictional) that you think you could 100% take on in a fight

Foaming mouth guy from Avatar. He’s got no stamina, barely any health, no skill. He’s unfocused and weak and my noodley nerd-ass could take him. (Though I am a little concerned he has rabies.)

2. What’s your favourite snack rn

Grilled cheese w veggies, mustard, and grilled tofu w a side of ketchup made by my roommate. It’s honestly the purest thing.

3. Which apocalypse do you think you’d do the best in? (i.e. Nuclear winter/ robot uprising/ Too many vampires, etc)

O man. I love apocalypse movies and I love survival horror (that one episode of the X Files where they’re trapped in a cabin, anybody?). I also genuinely love camping and I’m a bit of a medical hobbyist. I also watched an unreasonable amount of prepper videos on YouTube. That said, as mentioned above, I am a couch potato weekling. Furthermore, I don’t do well in conflict so if the world hierarchy collapses into a power vacuum where you have to Orange is the New Black-style intimidate ppl for supplies, I would melt and die quickly.

My best bet, it would seem, is an Arrival-esque alien apocalypse where the ones who have enough patience and sci fi knowledge to communicate w aliens are at the top of the food chain. And worst case scenario it’s better for my ego to die at the hands of an alien than a human.

Sci go apocalypses are just cleaner y'know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 4. Best and worst fandom you’ve been in? Or have you somehow managed to avoid fandom completely?

Worst has to be Steven Universe. I regret not just moving on after I got bored. Ah well.

(I also think celebrity/real ppl fandoms are a dead end.)

My other fandoms all have various pros and cons and it’s hard to pick a favourite.

Adventure Time has great fanart, great meta and ppl have yet to descend into Homestuck-ian chaos. That said, they’re quiet af. People also fixate way too much on the fake fanfic AU Fionna and Cake. I have yet to read a really good Bonny/Marcy fic and that is a tragedy (a few have come close tho). Bottom line for AT tho is that it’s my go to wholesome cartoonist fandom. I like that it has depth but that it’s generally very simple and fun and that the fans are mostly shut in animation adults.

AtLA/LoK fandom’s biggest pro is that it’s huge and you literally never ran out of quality content. I’ve even made a few friends via this decade old franchise. It’s also enjoyably rich and complex. One of my favourite (now inactive) blogs was one that connected world building and little background Easter eggs to real Chinese history and culture. That wAs so cool!! I defs think as a Chinese person it allowed me to connect to non-western culture in a socially acceptable way.

The downsides tho are many: it can be overwhelmingly complicated (esp as someone who knows jack shit abt Chinese history), people take it too seriously, The Great Shipping Wars, it’s so big it’s a little lonely, the show itself has so many flaws upon greater inspection you wonder why you wasted your time on anything related to it, it’s an Asian themed story created by white dudes who make fun of their fans, the best parts of the show were written by other writers but those same white guys get k the credit. Also as w any fandom related to POC culture, racism happens. Anyways most of you know this already. IMO the best thing to have happened do the fandom is korrasami. Now it’s just abt Asian lesbians ruling the world.

(Though I also thoroughly enjoy the Family Rivalry part of the fandom. There are so mNy dysfunctional families to choose from!)

Rick and Morty is technically speaking my newest fandom. It’s got a lot of obvious cons (pickle Rick sexists, Szechuan sauce racists, asfhkkh incest) but one other con is just how pedantic and overly analytical people are abt the world building. I can’t breathe wo being corrected. RM has a misleadingly complicated high sci fi aesthetic that begets the kind of overanalysing my brand of overanalytical nerdiness can’t handle. Too many alternate universes. It’s just too complicated.

However one thing I like is that conversely I can overanalyse the writing and characters’ psychology/relationships (which I LOVE) and ppl take me very seriously. (At least they used to.) it’s kinda validating to have your 3k word essay on an old man’s bedroom and what that signifies for his depression get over 1k notes.

Rm also attracts the fun, super talented animation crowd so there’s boundless fanart and memes. I never knew I would like a gravity falls crossover retirement home AU btwn Rick and Stan so much but the art is objectively gorgeous?? So ??

I really dislike the lack of attention the female characters get from fandom bc they’re all really great? Female rep is limited but both canon and fic really do their 2-3 tokens justice. Also the jerry hatred is getting old (that male aggression… Like… Calm down, Jake) but it’s a refreshing departure drom when Megg from family guy was the butt of the joke.

Harry Potter, one of the pillars of nerd society, has both changed my life and irreconcilably annoyed me to death. (W no thanks to the racist creator herself!) One can’t underestimate how huge the hp fandom is which offers you as many reasons to love it as reasons not to. Harry Potter’s canon has complex world building that’s also charming enough not to take itself too seriously and much the same could b said of fanon. To a degree. Certain corners of the fanbase are fantastic shitposters and meme-ers and can draw you back in like a black hole. Casually enjoying Harry potter imo is where it’s at. The fanfic is probably one of the most impressively vast. Strangers at Drakesaugh, believe it or not, still updates and not only that, I still read it.

Not casually enjoying Harry potter is, um, yikes? HP and Hunger Games love to insert themselves appropriately in real life political traumas and honestly the dedication of the fandom can be overwhelming.

The HP fanart corner of deviantart circa 2010-12 and @flocc HP comics however are the best.

Meet the Robinsons, Ye Olde Fandom, still stands to this day. (Thanks in part to me ngl) As Iroh might say, they are a proud people. MTR is so bizarre and tiny it’s the only fandom I was able to read EVERY fic summary in existence (ones published on obscure sites excepted). The fandom has never ceased to surprise me for better or worse and mostly due to its age range. The original movie was intended for 8-12 yr olds and their (jaded) parents which means that now, ten years later, the fans are anywhere between 12 and 25. It has approximately 20 pieces of professional-grade fanart and fic and I am downright serious abt the quality and thoughtful complexity of this minority of fanart. Like I shit you not some of it’s almost too dark. However, tragically, one can’t talk abt obscure Disney fandoms wo also mentioning the incest ships (this is what happens when middleschoolers have to resort to cartoons to explore their sexuality in an anti sex ed world), the disorganised crossovers, and the blinding lack of imagination. Nonetheless, that a fandom of any kind could sprout from a 90 min cgi movie before the recession, based off an obscure but objectively fascinating children’s book, is still impressive. The fandoms smallness can in many wars work to everybody’s benefit: it’s a tightly knit community w little to no drama. And lots of memes (that I mostly make) to enjoy sincerely or ironically.

I’m also going to mention, very briefly, the Twin Peaks fandom, most of whom, even the die hards, are v casual when it comes to fan content (I need more fic damnit). Nonetheless it’s a decidedly cool art kid crowd for an art house show and I really enjoy befriending twin peaks watchers.

5. What’s one hot food that you prefer cold? (or, alternatively, one cold food you like hot)

Is it snobby to say I like food to be the temperature God intended?

Like I like cold pizza and salad-y pasta but I wouldn’t mind if everything were room temperature as long as the food itself was well made.

6. ya like jazz? What music do you enjoy listening to? Can you recommend any songs/ artists from that genre?

I think in some contexts I can like jazz. It’s very cosy and nostalgic, it can make you feel like a grand dame stepping out of your limo into your martini filled mansion as records pop around you and your fur carpeted living room. I also occasionally like jazz covers and alternate genres of jazz like electro swing etc.

Generally though I also think jazz is a little antiquated and a little all over the place. I lean more towards the ambiguous minimalism of mellow techno music like Jonna Lee, Grimes, Björk, early Lorde, Yasmine Hamdan, Austra, TRST, etc

I mean I don’t stick to just one genre (I imagine most ppl don’t). I like alternative (Tori Amos, Regina Spektor, Joanna Newsom) and some musicians who seem to completely exist outside of genre like iMonster and the Gorillaz. Not to mention straight up pop like broods, Ellie goulding, lady gaga and Lana del rey. (I mean technically Ldr isn’t pop but u get the ideer)

7. What binge worthy show do you like?

So many man. There are so many out there! Twin peaks, Transparent, Love, Grace and Frankie, Adventure Time, House of Cards, Bojack Horseman, Rick and Morty, Mad Men, Girls, Broad City, Black Mirror, Avatar TLA, 6Teen, Chowder, Over the Garden Wall, Flapjack, the first season of Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, etc

The list goes on. I’m a TV fiend.

8. What’s an old meme that you miss and wish would be brought back?

Always liked the Gothic [x town or whatever] meme. It was like a text post version of the cursed images meme. Currently I’m really enjoying the song from another room meme and I hope even after it gets old it’ll make a comeback.

9. Tell me your aesthetic  

O man. That’s a can of worms! Okay. Deep breath.

I like futurism, of all kinds. I like strong lines and clear shapes. I like colour blocking and minimalism and glass and holographic LED neons. I like white Japanese urban tiled buildings. I like aliens and ruins and cubes and white and colour blocking and black. I like technology and aliens and Comme des Garçons and Issey Miyake. Rooms that are empty but for one light and one window and one plant. Love that.

I like the midcentury cubism and Mod and 30’s futurism. Clear and strong industrial shapes and curves and post modernist abstractionism.

I also love nature, I love most every Björk and Iamamiwhoami music video. I love the mountains and the forests and the desert and the winter tundra and most of all I love the water. A vast expanse of sky and sea w so many colours and textures. I love the 2000s and funny blob shapes and y2k’s obsession w secondary colours and shiny round things. Love pink. I am a grown adult who will never tire of pink. (Though I don’t really like when people overdo pink.) I love cursed image family photos taken with flash in a suburb. I love the grime and the sanitary aesthetic of suburbs and hospitals and brutalist office spaces. The fluorescent lights of the institution but with purple carpeting!

I love 70s mod and I love colorful 80s brutalism I like it when houses are shaped weirdly and they have carpets and polished curved wooden countertops and spacious nothingness where everything looks clean and cosy and bizarrely ugly and it all looks like an art gallery w too many plants.

I also really love maximalism and wood and detail and fur and velvet and embroidery and silk and windows and wood carvings.

I love 70s kitsch like John waters movies and Shrimps designer fake fur CDG17 where they just piled on knickknack after knickknack onto white dresses w food long trains. Toys and novelty items and lamps shaped like a woman’s leg in a fishnet stocking. (See also: most Tim burton movies, wes Anderson, Carrie fishers house)

An overwhelming mishmash of wool patterns with clean cubic 70s architecture and so many plants and windows and wallpaper and candles and cobwebs. Also really like witchy mourning jewelry and essentially every house in Harry potter. Love the unfortunately racist boho/hippie aesthetic. Any house designed by bill kirsch is a masterpiece. Woven baskets on the ceiling piles of hats and art supplies everywhere. Stuff!! Everywhere! Hidden passageways reading nooks fireplaces the Pink Palace from Coraline!

Everything!!!

I’m a cartoonist who’s a nerd for design so I like when concepts are taken to the extreme in a humourously charming and clear-minded way. Whatever aesthetic someone chooses, they should go all out and really dedicate themselves to the highest form of that aesthetic. It has to be perfect without being sanitary of fake. It has to be alive yet beautiful, frozen in one perfect moment.

10. Favourite time of day and why?

Dusk. I think it’s a nostalgia thing. I loved the hours before bed time as well the hours before dinner when it was getting dark and the sun was reflecting freaky colours along the horizon while I ran around the grass. It’s cozy but it’s spacious and adventurous. So many things can happen at dusk!

  11. You have the choice to live in any fictional universe - which one do you pick and why?

Harry Potter!!! You get the best of both worlds: magical, over-romanticised Victorian/medievalism, wish-fulfillment surrealism and wifi. It’s great. Likelihood of dying is so low, medicine is so advanced and even then ppls n°1 choice of lethal weapon (Avada Kedavra) is painless. Me and Luna could hang in her garden. I’d never have to pay for the subway again. I could live a nomadic life in a tent w infinite space. If you chose to live as a wizard amongst Muggles you’re basically god and you can cheat capitalism. Gravity is my bitch! And I’m not gna lie my dream house has always been a combination of The Burrow, the Lovegood house, and Shell Cottage.

My turn to pick your brain:

1 Favourite texture?

2 Favourite smell?

3 Favourite children’s book/children’s TV show? (I’m talking about the bizarre abstract ones for toddlers)

4 Best and worst prank you’ve ever pulled?

5 Weirdest beginning of a friendship?

6 When you’ve been in fandom for a while you start to notice you’ve a habit of staying in the same corners. What corner are you in? Are you part of the fluffy ship corner? The intense world building spec meta corner? The shitpost comic fanart corner? Etc

7 If you could invent a class that would be obligatory for all high schools across your country what would it be?

8 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve gotten at Halloween while trick or treating?

9 Weirdest family tradition of yours?

10 Describe your significant other (or your crush, or your dream partner or if you’re aromantic your fave person) through only TV references.

11 Favourite piece of dialogue in a movie?

I don’t know 11 ppl but nonetheless tagging: @that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat @skairheart @nochangenohope @eventheslightestrayofsunshine@autistic-jaredkleinman@phoenixkluke

…and YOU (if you were not mentioned above and so choose to accept this mission)

#tag meme #u #food m ?

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lapolitiqueenmemes · 5 years ago

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Les mèmes, nouvel outil de campagne politique ? L’exemple du Canada et des États-Unis

Nous l’avons déjà vu à travers le cas de Reddit aux Etats-Unis, les mèmes peuvent jouer un rôle au cours des campagnes. Ils représentent, comme ce fut le cas en 2016 dans le camp de Trump, un moyen de faire passer des messages engagés, ou permettent de discréditer l’adversaire. Mais leur caractère viral est aussi un atout lorsqu’il est maîtrisé par un politicien qui souhaite toucher un certain public. La popularité croissante des mèmes s’est traduite par un intérêt croissant des personnalités politiques pour ce sujet. Comme l’a souligné Terri Towner, professeur de sciences politiques à l’Université d’Oakland, « les visuels, y compris les mèmes, sont un moyen très efficace de faire campagne, surtout si l’on cherche à cibler la jeune génération ». L’exemple de Jean-Christophe Cambadélis est une parfaite illustration de ces tentatives de réutilisations du même en politique. Nous pouvons donc nous demander si les mèmes présentent un intérêt pour les candidats en période de campagne ?

Pour le cas du Canada, on remarque que les 18-35 ans formant la cohorte la plus importante en terme de voix, il est essentiel de manipuler les outils numériques desquels ils sont proches. Les créateurs de mèmes affirment tous exploiter les événements d’actualité pour créer des mèmes au niveau politique. Ainsi, la diffusion de scandales comme celui du « black face » de J. Trudeau quelques mois avant les élections peut avoir de lourdes incidences. En effet, de très nombreux mèmes ont circulé et ont ainsi contribué à décrédibiliser le président sortant. Les Canadiens, en moins de 30 minutes, ont été submergés par les mèmes montrant la photo polémique sur leur fil d’actualité Facebook.

Ce qui ressort d’une vidéo postée par la radio canadienne CBC sur Youtube, c’est que dans une campagne, les mèmes ne feront pas forcément passer un électeur de droite à gauche. En revanche, ils pourront faire pencher la balance d’un côté ou de l’autre chez ceux qui hésitent, ou pourront aussi jouer sur la mobilisation et l’intérêt que les plus jeunes porteront à l’élection. Cela s’explique par la simplicité extrême du mème, qui contraste avec la complexité des enjeux politiques. En simplifiant, on réduit donc une question politique à quelques caractéristiques.

Le phénomène devient vraiment intéressant lorsqu’il est approprié par les personnalités politiques. Aux États-Unis, les mèmes sont utilisés en politique, notamment par Trump, grand adepte de Twitter et de la culture numérique. En plein vote du budget américain sur l’éventuel financement du mur à la frontière avec le Mexique, le président des États-Unis a posté sur Instagram et Twitter un mème reprenant la fameuse phrase de la série Game of Thrones « Winter is coming », transformée en « The Wall Is Coming ».

Cette référence avait déjà été utilisée par le Président américain, lorsqu’il parlait des sanctions sur le nucléaire iranien avec son affiche “Sanctions are coming” qu’il avait fièrement affiché sur son bureau en plein conseil avec son administration.

Il faut désormais s’intéresser au cas d’Andrew Yang. Il s’agit d’un candidat démocrate aux élection présidentielles de 2020, qui à fondé une partie de sa communication politique sur la maîtrise des mèmes, notamment afin de marquer une opposition avec son concurrent principal : D. Trump. Il a notamment créé un forum sur Reddit pour que son équipe de campagne puisse partager de nombreux mèmes auprès des internautes.

La communauté adepte des memes est si importante aux Etats-Unis qu’il peut devenir un outil pour séduire un grand nombre de personnes. Le New York Times à notamment dédié un article à ce personnage insolite devenu « the internet candidate » en quelques mois.

L’usage de mèmes peut cependant rapidement déraper, et venir compromettre une campagne, puisque les groupes de soutien au candidat ont été accusés d’antisémitisme et de racisme après la diffusion de mèmes à l’humour très controversé.

En somme, on voit que le mème s’est totalement intégré dans les pratiques de campagnes, à tel point qu’il à été réemployé par des personnalités politiques. En revanche, il semble encore trop tôt pour savoir si le phénomène s’implantera vraiment comme un nouvel outil de communication en France, pays ou les campagnes sont encore très largement fondées sur des instruments traditionnels.

Sources :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC9CgsbRXbM

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/20/technology/andrew-yang-internet-democratic-primary.html

https://www.theverge.com/2019/3/9/18256622/andrew-yang-2020-president-meme-yanggang

https://magazineantidote.com/societe/meme-internet-arme-politique/

https://www.newsweek.com/trump-shows-game-thrones-themed-poster-cabinet-meeting-sanctions-are-coming-1277484

#Loris #AnalysesComplémentaires

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awaytodigital-blog · 6 years ago

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Brand Content

Le Brand Content est un contenu généré par la marque, une réponse face à la prise du pouvoir du consommateur. Il s’agit d’un échange entre la marque qui veut réussir à construire une relation émotionnelle avec son public et un consommateur ayant le sentiment d’être diverti sans sentir la pesanteur d’une pression commerciale. L’objectif de cette stratégie est de créer une relation et une proximité avec les consommateurs.

Le Brand Content est un moyen de faire de la publicité et de raconter une histoire d’une manière différente, de faire passer les valeurs de la marque (préférence de la marque ou modernité par exemple). C’est un levier qui a toujours existé et c’est grâce à la technologie qu’il évolu, ainsi que l’impact fort des réseaux sociaux. Son but ultime est alors d’entrer dans le cerveau du consommateur d’une autre manière que celle de la réclame. Ce n’est ni un média, ni un marché, mais une forme de réponse au brief de l'annonceur.

Par exemple, nous allons vous présenter deux exemples de brand content réussi dans le domaine du whisky.

Un co-branding opportun pour Johnnie Walker

Le groupe Diageo, qui possède la marque Johnie Walker vient de dévoiler son nouveau Whisky White Walker. Cette marque de whisky écossais a décidé de faire une collaboration avec HBO et plus précisément avec la série phénomène : Game of Thrones.

Au total, 8 bouteilles de whisky à l’effigie des différentes maisons de la série ont été lancées, chacune en partenariat avec une distillerie écossaise reconnue, reprenant symboliquement l’esprit de ses personnages. Pour les fans de la famille Baratheon c’est la marque Royal Lochnagar qui est représentée, les Targaryen sont associés à Cardhu, et pour une fois, la Garde de Nuit est présente dans la sélection avec une somptueuse bouteille entièrement noire reprenant non pas un logo, mais le serment de cette troupe avec un whisky de la distillerie d'Oban. Ces bouteilles seront commercialisées très prochainement, de quoi faire plaisir aux fans de la série pour Noël.

Un co-branding qui tombe au bon moment pour plusieurs raisons :

Noël approche

La dernière saison de la série sortira au mois de février, ce qui permet au fans de ne pas oublier la série et leur permettra d’attendre ce grand final

“Winter is coming” ! Quoi de mieux que de faire passer l’hiver autour d’un bon verre de whisky écossais ?

Un Site internet modernisé

J&B (Justerini & Brooks), propriété de la multinationale Diageo, est une marque de whisky blend écossais. J&B est le troisième whisky le plus vendu dans le monde, après Johnnie Walker et Ballantine's. Un whisky du XVIII qui a su évoluer avec son temps et c’est le moins que l’on puisse dire car récemment, la marque a décidé de faire une refonte de leur site internet et a revu tout son brand content.

En effet la marque J&B a décidé de créer une websérie d’animation en VR. Une technique qui a été repris de la marque Cognac Martell, qui en 2016 a adapté son packaging afin de proposer gratuitement des cardboards à ses consommateurs. (mettre photo de packaging).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZ3h1Gtd468

A travers son site internet, il est désormais possible de découvrir l’histoire de la marque en réalité virtuelle grâce à des vidéos retraçant le développement de la marque. Un contenu inédit et interactif pouvant permettre à la marque de faire la différence sur un marché concurrentiel.

Ces différents exemples de marketing de contenu démontrent l’importance de varier les canaux. En stratégie de brand content, le WEB devient partie intégrante de la stratégie d’une marque : réseaux sociaux comme Pinterest, vidéos, tuto, BD animées, blog, podcast…. Tout y passe pour varier les plaisirs et surtout pour être sûr de cibler les bonnes personnes.

#brandcontent #vr #cobranding

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hyperbolicpurple · 8 years ago

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Smut Swap letter

ASOIAF - Asha/Jon, Edric Dayne/Arya, Mya/Sansa Game of Thrones - Jon/Sansa/Daenerys, Jon/Sansa Original Work - Goddess/Male Worshipper

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Asha Greyjoy/Jon Snow

Asha seems like Jon’s type, and would have fun with him. We know from her rape roleplay kink chapter she’s pretty in tune with her desires, while Jon is pretty inhibited--that might be a nice dynamic to play with. Definitely has a femdom vibe for me, or switching/fighting for dominance would be fine, or Asha topping really hard from the bottom, but it’s hard for me to see something like Jon enjoying Qarl’s part in the rape/forced submission roleplay.

Would be v. happy with canon compliant, canon AU, or other AU (including modern AU).

Since I’m requesting the book canon here, please stick with book physical descriptions. (i.e., Jon doesn’t have curly black hair)

Feel free to combine prompts if you’re so inspired!

Antagonism Leads to Sex - you know she’d mock him mercilessly while he glowered and finally snapped

Blow Jobs - he loves it, but is totally incapable of admitting it/asking for it; she’s a tease and likes to drive him nuts

Bondage - they take turns tying each other up with increasing creativity

Casual Sex - no feelings, no strings, just a really good time

Cunnilingus - Jon Snow knows one thing

Dirty Talk - Asha, of course, and at the most inconvenient times (like whispering in his ear when they’re in public)

Face Slapping - especially if Jon is embarrassed by how much he loves it and how totally hard he gets

Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the guy is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in his neck and the woman teases him by pulling away but he really wants it

Femdom - interested in bondage and D/s but not painplay (see other prompts), except for hair-pulling, which is A-OK

Fuckbuddies to Lovers - I love a good case of accidentally growing feelings (Jon at least has a history of this)

Having to Stay Quiet/Quiet Sex - especially if it’s public or semi-public (not enough room to request Library Sex, but that would be good here); or other people being around but not present, like, idk, camping or something

Kneeling - Jon; I love the anticipation the waiting; naked kneeling with boners yay

Oral Sex - I just love it in general; see: Cunnilingus and Blow Jobs; also 69s are great

Outdoor Sex - you know Asha has much more adventurous ideas about where it’s appropriate to have sex

Public Blow Jobs - under the table at dinner, let’s say, or something similar

Sexting - Jon gets all these amazingly hot texts at really inconvenient times and places, but you know he is the most awkward sexter

Shower Sex - :)

Undercover as a Couple - I love this as a situation that leads to smut, especially all the little touches that are supposed to be an act but really fire them up

Vaginal Fisting - Jon is wary/worried but Asha is enthusiastic

Woman on Top - Asha prefers to set the pace; maybe her holding him down

Edric Dayne/Arya Stark

Obviously I have a thing for all kinds of outdoor sex here--Arya’s just such an outdoorsy kind of person and Ned’s spent plenty of time outdoors too, being a traveling squire, so I think it would just come naturally to them.

Would be v. happy with canon compliant, canon AU, or other AU (including modern AU).

Feel free to combine prompts if that inspires you!

Cunnilingus - love, esp. face-sitting or first times (either way)

Experienced/Inexperienced - Arya being the more experienced, Ned the less

Fake/Pretend Relationship - Arya needing to bring someone home for the holidays, maybe; I love the “fake” affection becoming real

Forest Sex - what’s sexier than dried leaves up your ass? jk, but I would love a little dirt/grime in this, or sex up against a tree

In Water - Dornish water gardens, maybe? or just pool/jacuzzi/bath/etc sex

Loss of Virginity - can be both of them together, or just Ned, but would prefer not just Arya

Oral Sex - I love all kinds; 69s welcome

Outdoor Sex - see above, and other prompts

Playful Sex - I love laughter during sex

Rain Sex - sexy desperate rain-soaked kisses, dragging off wet clothes, etc

Reunion Sex - after not seeing each other for years (the war? winter?)

Thank God We’re Alive Sex - the rush of adrenaline and relief just takes over

Woman on Top - self-evident, lol

Sansa Stark/Mya Stone

Aphrodisiacs - I love repressed feelings/desires coming to the forefront; being overwhelmed by desire, shedding inhibitions, all that good jazz

Blindfolds - I like the anticipation aspect of not being able to see and instead having to listen and feel, not being sure of what exactly is going to happen

Comfort Sex - some emotional h/c please?

Cunnilingus - adore it; first times would be great for this ship

Dry Humping - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Experienced/Inexperienced

Fantasizing - with a healthy side of pining

Face-Sitting - plz (I can see Sansa being really unsure/tentative here, that would appeal a lot)

First Time with a Woman - either or both

Frottage - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Hedonism - Sansa just wants to feel good all the time

Mutual Masturbation - first times would be great, or some kind of regular setup/arrangement that they totally don’t talk about

Oral Sex - love, in general; 69s welcome

Overstimulation - pushed past pleasure into something that’s just intense or even painful; crying welcome

Playful Sex - I love laughter during sex

Praise Kink - either way would be great!

Rain Sex - sexy desperate rain-soaked kisses, dragging off wet clothes, etc

Reunion Sex - after not seeing each other for years (the war? winter?)

Tribadism -

Vaginal Fisting - I’m so into it and I need more of it in my life; the overwhelmingness of it (giving or receiving) is appealing to me

Game of Thrones (TV)

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark/Daenerys Targaryen

Blindfolds - I love a character having ot rely on their other senses, not knowing exactly what’s coming and getting wet/hard from anticipation

Blow Jobs - he loves it, but is totally incapable of admitting it/asking for it

Cunnilingus - I think we all know what Jon Snow knows, but also a compare/contrast with everyone’s different oral ~styles would be good?

Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the giver is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in their neck and the receiver teases them by pulling away but the giver really wants it

Femdom - Dany as the dom (Dany could also dom Sansa into domming Jon, or the other way around - domception!); I bet Dany would appreciate control and I’d love to see what that means to her

Femsub - Sansa as the sub (someone who wants to be taken care of and wants to have the decisions taken out of her hands for a little while)

First Time Topping - Dany (see above); I love inexperienced tops and how they navigate that

Historical Roleplay - I am really taken with the idea of a modern (or more modern) Dany/Jon/Sansa doing some weird roleplay of their GOT canon selves

Impregnation - Jon + two wives situation? getting an heir? definitely headcanon that Jon gets off on the idea

Incest Kink - incest for everyone! let’s just totally blur the lines between family and lovers like good Targs

Kneeling - Jon or Sansa or both

Lazy/Gentle Sex - fluff please

Library Sex - I love when they have to stay quiet and/or almost get caught

Marriage of Convenience - Jon + two wives, duty turns to something more

Oral Sex - oral for everyone! 69s, oral train (trying to concentrate on giving head while getting, one of my faves)

Overstimulation - two characters gang up on the third

Praise Kink - bet Sansa likes to hear she’s doing a good job, or Jon, or Dany, hell, they can just have a praise circle if you want

Sex Pollen - “whoops I just found myself in bed having wild sex with these two beautiful people, let’s all give into our strongly repressed feelings!”

Sleepy Sex/Morning Sex - would love for this to be really indulgent or sweet; sleeping in?

Vaginal Fisting - desperately want, either Sansa or Dany receiving is fine, the overwhelmingness of it (giving or receiving) is appealing to me

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Season six is everything to me! I love their individual and mutual issues, like trust issues, combined with a healthy dose of “we’re the only ones left” and “we only have each other to depend on.” A little emotional codependency would not go awry. They probably also spent a lot of time on the road together traveling across the North; capitalizing on that would be great. Would also be happy to see other Northern locations like beyond the Wall, Skagos, or Bear Island.

Antagonism Leads to Sex - I LOVE the tent argument scene, something following that or following something like that would be excellent

Aphrodisiacs - they would never act on their feelings/desires ... unless prompted like this, and they just give in and go whole hog

Arranged Marriage - I love the “salty teens” phenom, something along those lines would be A+

Awkward Sex - awkward sex is my jam! laughter is great, prefer an upbeat tone to tons of angst or disappointment (though some is fine)

Bathing/Washing - an h/c element would be welcome, or something post-Battle of the Bastards, blood and sweat and grime & you can never be clean but they try anyway. it’s pretty hard to have sex in medieval-sized baths, so the godswood maybe?

Coercion by Identity Deception - Alayne Stone? (mix the books in here if you like); I like manipulative Sansa, but I also like Jon seeing through it and going along, so feel free to be as dubious as you like

Comfort Sex - grieving together, reassurance of each other’s presence

Cunnilingus - Jon Snow knows one thing

Dry Humping - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Face-Sitting - plz (I can see Sansa being really unsure/tentative here, that would appeal a lot)

Fantasizing - they would never act on such base desires, but they do think about it

High Heels - Sansa ... and now she’s got several inches on Jon, yes!

Incest Kink - go full Targ with Jon or both of them; angst away or they can be totally carefree about it

Marriage of Convenience - always love! duty sex, duty sex becoming more than duty, etc

Scars - Jon’s especially, or both of theirs; INTIMACY ISSUES!!!

Sex After Fighting/Battle - Battle of the Bastards or War for the Dawn (camp tent sex?); can be rough

Sex in a Car - limited space and movement, the classic losing-your-virginity-in-the-backseat trope

Sex Pollen - same feel as Aphrodisiacs above

Sharing a Bed - always love this, forced proximity = sex, yeah!; maybe they have a hard time sleeping alone or have to share while they’re traveling together (safer to travel as husband & wife?)

Sharing Body Heat - same as bed-sharing, give me the tropiest iteration and I will be happy; would love h/c; the North is very cold!

Original Work

Goddess/Male Worshipper

In general, just looking for a really super devoted guy. How much worldbuilding you want to do (goddess of what? what’s the nature of worship? religious orders? etc) is COMPLETELY up to you, I’d be good with something really involved and elaborate or just a thin veneer of worldbuilding for porn purposes, lol. I think it would be pretty easy to combine some of these prompts if you feel so inclined!

Begging - him Body Worship - hopefully obvious, lol Chastity Device/Cock Cages - maybe some kind of celibate order thing? or a personal act of devotion? I like the pleasure/pain aspect of being turned on while the cage stays locked, but if she wants to take it off that’s good too Cunnilingus - yep Enthusiastic Consent - guy is just super eager to please Experienced/Inexperienced - either way is fine Face Slapping - along with Whipping, I’d be interested in a scenario where the goddess derives power from the willing infliction of pain/debasement Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the guy is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in his neck and the woman teases him by pulling away but he really wants it Kneeling - I love the anticipation the waiting; naked kneeling with boners yay Neediness to Please - him Outdoor Sex - not much to say, just love the exposure and openness without the public “people are watching” aspect Pussy Worship - obvious Ritual Sex - he’s some kind of offering tied up for her? her actually showing up is maybe a surprise? or some other kind of ritual? public/people are watching? Talked to Orgasm - goddess voice! Verbal Humiliation - not as interested in dick size humiliation, but p much anything else goes (“humans are dirty little ants” and/or “How could you possibly pleasure me” vibe would work) Whipping - see Face Slapping, looking for the same deal Worship - hopefully obvious, lol

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