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[demonwebs]

vhaal'krin 'i'll help you with your hairdo but please don't question how i know how to do this so well' symryvvin

[echantedtoon]

My opinions on who'd be the best parents out of all the Upper Moons from Best dads to Worst dads. No real order other than that though.

AKAZA:

-Look. This man already drinks respect women juice so already he's one of the best demons, as he would treat his lover great. So if he becomes a father then he'll be very attentive.

-As soon as he finds out his s/o is expecting be prepared to be taken cared off. Man will take care of you. holding your hair back when you have morning sickness, getting you any food You're craving (as long as it's night), buys(steals-) anything you may want or need-

-he learns how to cook meals if he can't steal what you want and has to make it instead

-You once caught him reading some early parenting books, and on another occasion he was found speaking to more experienced parents in the nearby town for advice.

-legit cries for hours when he holds his mini me for the first time.

-Would be a very overprotective but overall good dad. Will be attentive to both the baby and you as you recover from giving birth. Will carry them around in a sling when you need a break and will take care of any household needs.

-Will want to start training his baby in combat when they're toddlers because of the fear of something might happen when he's not there.

-You would have to talk to him about his overprotective nature when he literally starts wrapping the house in blankets, and preventing the child from actually doing anything by themselves in paranoia they'll hurt themselves. But other than that he's a very good father.

10/10 The best dad of the Upper Moons

DOUMA:

-Ok hear me out. Douma is obviously not very good father material, but he would actually have experience in being around children and what to expect from them from being around tons of his followers' children for legit hundreds of years. So he knows some stuff about kids and babies. Not enough to be a legit parent but enough to at least have a comfortable level of what to expect.

-First time you tell him you're expecting he legit thinks you're teasing him. It's not until he's in the middle of a meeting that it really hits him- "Oh....OOOOOhh no-" "What are you going on about now?!" "My wife is going to be very angry with me."

-He whined about being kicked out of your bedroom for a week.

-You would be very well cared for absolutely. With plenty of servants, guards, midwives, chefs, and other people that he's confident will help you- May or may not have quietly threatened their lives with your care behind the scenes.

-Douma as a dad has legit NO idea what he's doing. He will cling to them and you during your entire pregnancy and you would have to fight to get him to let go of you or the baby which he always whines about. His response is to let his child run wild doing whatever they want and to spoil them rotten. All legit parenting will have to fall upon you because this man will coddle the hell out of his hell spawns.

-Once took his newborn to a meeting to meet his 'boss' and fellow moons. All were horrified to know he actually reproduced. Especially Akaza- "Oh dear gods no. HE'S MULTIPLYING!!"

6/10 Only because of the good resources he has and the fact he has somewhat experience with kids

KOKUSHIBO:

-Despite his past, probably would be the better father right behind Akaza. He has both experience with having a previous family, and being Upper Moon One can guarantee the safety of his partner.

-However despite this he's not around a lot. Being Muzan's strongest demon means he's always on missions, so most of the care would have to fall on you during both the pregnancy and general raising of the children.

-However he will always come straight back home if he is needed for any emergencies. He was there when you gave birth and Muzan allowed him to stay the first five months to care for you and the babies as you recovered for being so loyal.

-He's very attentive to their needs and your needs, however he'd be emotionally a bit distant. Not on purpose, but he has trouble with his own childhood looming over him.

-If he has to watch them while working, he'll carry his babies around in one of those double baby harnesses with one strapped to his chest and the other two his back with his long hair pinned up. (He has twins I don't make the rules-) Many want to laugh but are too afraid to do so.

-He WILL be training them in swordsmanship. No it's not up for discussion. If they aren't born demon he fully intends on turning them (and you) later in life with complete loyalty to Muzan.

-Faints when you first find out it's twins-

-Despite that he has his moments. He treats both children the same. Possibly out of a hidden fear of his past repeating through them.

7/10 He has experience and his moments but he's already planned out their entire lives and yours.

GYUTARO + AUNT DAKI:

-This man blue screens, gets angry and accuses you of pranking him, goes blank again, and then faints when you first tell him...In that order.

-Daki both laughs when he faints thinking it's the funniest thing ever, and is excited to be an Auntie. She's already planning on what should be done, cute mini matching Auntie-Niece (she's positive it's gonna be a girl) outfits, and will randomly kidnap you to go shopping without telling her brother which causes him to freak out.

-If you think Akaza is overprotective, Gyutaro is OVER-OVERPROTECTIVE. Not that you blame him for the area he lives in and his past. You won't be allowed to leave your shared hidden home unless Daki randomly takes you out for 'girls night' or he's right there with you and even then you're not going more than a foot from his side. If he thinks if someone even looks at you wrong, they're disappearing the next night as dinner.

-He's raised Daki from a baby so he has somewhat of an idea of what to expect and do but he's absolutely terrified about something going wrong. Will it looks like him? Will it be demon, human, or something between? He silently prays that the baby looks more like you than him despite your attempts to comfort his worries.

-Daki is more of the level headed one here smacking her brother over the head when even she thinks he goes too far- "You idiot!! You can't just try to feed her raw meat!! That's not how humans work!!" Honestly there's been some cases where she snaps him back to reality.

-Went baby arrives both panic. Gyutaro faints twice. Once when you first tell him that the baby was coming, and then a second time when he gets you to the nearest doctor and hears the first cries of his baby.

-Relatively good dad. He loves his little spawn so much. Spends hours outside of missions, Daki, and everything else just holding them and staring in awe at this cute chubby drooling monster he helped to create. Will generally raise them the same way he did Daki as that's the only way he knows how, however the difference is that you're here for balance and help.

-Daki is that Aunt who will spoil her niece/nephew rotten. Has no problems watching baby for a few hours when you both are exhausted and want some couple time. However expect the baby to be a little spoiled because of her.

8/10 Baby boy is trying his best

6/10 Aunt score for Daki for good intentions but a bad spoiling influence

HANTENGU + CLONES:

-If you know his Origins then you already know he's definitely not someone you want to have children with. So if you were to have children with him then most of the childcare would fall upon you and/or his clones.

-They all have different reactions. Urami is just..going blank. Staring unbelievably. Hantengu just hides. That's it. He just skidaddles. Sekido.exe has stopped working. The anger clone just faints. Aizetsu cries and hugs you asking if everything feels ok. Karaku and Urogi are really the only two that are visibly super excited. Zohakutan just thinks the entire situation is unnecessary.

-Really the only four you can rely on is the clones. The problem is Sekido often argues about the best things to go around with Karaku and Urogi with literally EVERYTHING to do with the baby. ITS often "NO!! WE'RE NOT NAMING THEM AFTER EITHER OF YOU!!" Or "You're assembling the cradle all wrong!!" Or "UROGI GET YOUR DAM TALONS AWAY FROM HER STOMACH BEFORE I CLIP YOUR WINGS OFF!!" Anger man is stressed.

-When not fighting Sekido on EVERYTHING the happy duo are actually very attentive. Or Karaku is. Urogi half stays away due to fear of hurting you with his talons and half causes the biggest problem of all. His birb instincts keep telling him to safely move you to a makeshift nest he built and bring you deer and other animals he hunted for food. Whenever he places you up a tree in the 'nest' it sends the other three into panic attacks. Especially Sekido who starts a fight with the harpy after.

-The two who you mostly rely on is Aizetsu and Karaku. Problem is Karaku stresses about everything so he compensates it for crude humor and insensitive jabs at yourself. With the hormones he often unintentionally makes you upset or cry which in turn freaks him out and sends Sekido into another fight with them.

-Aizetsu is really the only calm one. He's used to literally everything. His brother's fighting, Hantengu's memories of past families, and everything else. So he's really the only sane one enough that takes you somewhere from the three to calm down, get you food, and give cuddles. Or whatever you need. He will cry when you cry though.

-This dynamic continues when your kiddo is born. Constantly arguing about what's best for the kiddo with you shaking your head in response.

4/10 Constantly bickering, fighting, and headaches for most of the babies childhood.

NAKIME:

-Not a woman who wants kids. I just don't see her having any. The closest you'd probably get is maybe a pet.

1/10 Only because she might be a good fur baby mom

KAIGAKU:

-Dont really see him as someone who'd want kids either but he might consider getting a dog with you.

1/10 Only because I can see him possibly adopting a big dog with you if you convinced him enough.

GYOKKO:

-No. Just......no. Bad idea.

0/10 Just no-

[starry-eyes-love]

Lord of the Manor

Main Masterlist     Joel Miller Masterlist

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader- AU, no outbreak

Summary |  Joel Miller is Lord of the Manor, and you are the woman who has been helping him for years in raising his two daughters. Joel, holding a matchmaking party, decides to dance with every maiden in the room, everyone but you. After seeing him do this, you are exhausted and jealous, so you leave the party early. Joel notices your absence and follows you down the dimly lit hallway, where you confess your feelings for him. It ends with him telling you he wants you in his bed.

Word Count: 4.2 K

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut

Language, M! (Handjob)- you walk in as Joel is pleasuring himself, kissing, sexual tension, slow burn, references to customs in society with Lord of the Manor, the lady (you) is common folk, a slight sprinkle of angst throughout (but it ends with a happy ending), kiss and reference to sex.

A/N: This started as a drabble, and then this happened. It got away from me, but that's ok. I’m thinking about continuing their story, but I can't decide. In the meantime, Enjoy!

Images by CAImages Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth. “Shhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.”

You hated parties ever since you were a little girl. Women always took hours dressing, fussing over whether a proper suitor would ask them for their hand at a dance. Meanwhile, on the dance night, men would stand and ogle over women as if they were prized cattle for auction. You had convinced yourself for the longest time that attending these parties would be a mistake, especially since you were never the one chosen for a dance. Yet here you were, fussing over your hair and makeup because Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, extended you an invitation.

You weren’t like all the other maidens at the party, coming from rich fathers, lords that ruled over the lands.  You were a common folk woman, taken in by your father’s friend to be raised in a proper household after your parents died.  Your foster father felt guilty just abandoning you when you were young when his best friend died of a horrible fever that swept through your village and created a lot of orphans.  But that was what you were: an orphan, someone without living parents, and someone none of these men thought suitable as a wife or even for a simple dance.  

You thought that maybe things would be different with Joel Miller, especially since recent events, but as the night went on, you started to feel your hope dwindling. Like every other dance you attended, you found yourself stuck on the side of the dance floor. No man approached you or requested a dance from you all night, especially Joel.

Joel Miller was an eligible bachelor and a man of many talents.  He was older and a widower, his wife dying young while she gave birth to twins, both daughters, Ellie and Sara.  Joel, raising his girls on his own, had stepped away from the duties of the Kingdom to choose an ordinary life as a farmer for a while.  But two years ago, when his father became ill, he was called back to the kingdom to perform his duties as the only living heir to his father’s kingdom. 

Joel wasn’t like the other men here; he was older, a man in his later 30s, strong and capable.  Word had it that when he took a woman to bed, he focused on her pleasure instead of his own, something that was unheard of, especially in this day and age.  He treated women as equals and couldn’t stand when anyone did anything less. Most days, he was seen in the courtyard with his daughters, with light and playful banter going back and forth between them.  He cared, and everyone knew it.  He also hasn’t picked a suitable wife, which many had frowned on with him. But how can you force love?

You had gotten to know Joel over the last several years, being the woman who helped raise his daughters when duty called him back to his kingdom. You were always pleased to speak with him, and he always treated you with mutual respect and dignity, often unheard of in these parts of the world.  Over the past six months, Joel teased you, joked with you, and even looked at you like only a husband would look at his wife.  

At first, you were shocked to see Joel looking at you with stern eyes, drinking you in like you were his favorite meal. But when you accidentally walked into his bedroom, returning laundry, and found him sitting on his bed, stroking himself to obtain pleasure, you discovered that you were no longer the only one who was nervous.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Lord Miller. I didn’t know you were here,” you had said, shocked at the sight before you.  Joel was sitting at the edge of his bed, thrusting up into his hand, trying to pleasure himself in the most personal way.  His cock was thick and large, swollen with veins that ran down the underside of it.  His balls were plump and hung heavy below him, desperately needing to be drained. The sexual tension was thick in the air, especially when you glanced down and found Joel throbbing in his hand, probably seconds away from relief before you walked in.

Earlier, Joel was with you in the garden, and you teased him about his love for roses even though you knew he had planted them for you.  The light banter was fun back and forth, with somewhat of a charged sexual energy in the air.  You had suddenly injured yourself, cutting yourself on the thorns as you pulled weeds from the ground. Joel stepped up immediately and took your hand to examine the injury. When he determined that you were alright, he kissed your hand sweetly and told you to be more careful.  As Joel left, you noticed him re-adjusting himself in the front and disappearing in the Manor.  That was 15 minutes ago, and now you were face to face with a man who was moments away from his pleasure release.

As you stood there, you stared at Joel as he panted, holding himself on the brink of release. You didn’t know what you should do or how you should behave. It was obvious that you were the cause of some of his pent-up frustration. You wanted to put your mouth on it and feel it swell against your tongue, but such behavior was not deemed worthy by someone like you. But yet here you stood, looking at Joel panting, unable to look away.

Joel flared his nostrils, breathing deep as he twitched in his hand. It had been a long time since he had properly bedded a woman, and right now, he desperately wanted to fuck your cunt. You were the cause of this moment.  You had been teasing him all morning, and then you got hurt, and he helped you.  He barely could contain himself before he got in his room and ripped off his pants to start thrusting in his hand. Joel has wanted you for quite some time but has never voiced it.  But now, you were standing there looking at him with wide eyes, pupils dilated slightly from your arousal.  Joel knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help the statement when he heard you apologize again for what you saw. 

“Joel, I-”

“Baby, don’t apologize, please. Now, either get over here or shut the damn door when you leave.”  Joel didn’t mean to snap, but he was right on the edge, borderline of it being painful. Joel had already edged himself a few times and desperately needed to come. When Joel saw you momentarily hesitate, he stood up and approached you.  Feeling embarrassed, you immediately retreated and left, gently shutting the door behind you.  As soon as Joel touched himself again, he was coming all over his hand at the memory of you standing there looking at him with wide, lust-filled eyes.  That night, you made yourself come three times on your fingers alone, just at the thought of Joel’s cock inside of you.

It had been a week since you walked in on Joel in his bedroom. At first, you tried to avoid Joel, but eventually, you couldn’t, especially when he requested you to bring him his supper in his room as he worked.

“Please forgive me, my lady, for the other day. I don’t know what came over me,” Joel had said, apologizing for his behavior as he glanced at the kingdom maps on his desk in his room.  

“It’s okay, Joel, I don’t mind,” was all you could respond. How can you tell him you’ve never come as hard as you did from seeing him? Within the week, everything was back to normal between you.

Another week passed before Joel announced that he would host another dance again. Joel didn’t ask you to work the event this time; instead, he asked you to attend as one of his guests. You had agreed, hopeful that maybe this time he’d be the one to ask you for a dance.  

So, like all those times before, you had spent all day getting ready.  You had several lovely dresses in your wardrobe to choose from, all gifts from your foster parents. 

While growing up, you were required to attend dances as a guest, hoping that a suitor would eventually ask you to dance one day.  But as the years ticked by, more and more men stopped looking your way at these dances.  The biggest reason was because everyone knew you were adopted and were not of pure royal blood. Ordinary women, or common folk, were never allowed to marry those with money.  You knew Joel didn’t take societal customs seriously, so you were hopeful that tonight would be the night he’d ask for your hand at a dance.

But as the night went on, it appeared your dream wouldn’t come true.  You watched Joel dance with every other woman except for you.  To his defense, he never once walked up and asked for anyone's hand at a dance. All the women introduced to Joel were from the maiden’s brothers or fathers, hoping Joel would settle down and wed one of them. Being a true gentleman, Joel never argued with the men, and he always smiled at the women while extending his hand for just one dance.  But he never danced with you or even glanced at you once tonight. You were invincible to everyone, including the man you secretly had a crush on. 

You assumed you could just leave after seeing Joel escort another woman to the dance floor for another song. You slowly backed away, finally turning to go after a few steps. When you got to the hallway to head back to the sleeping quarters, you paused and hoped you'd find someone standing there asking you if you could have a dance. But when no one turned to look at you, you knew that tonight was a mistake. No one wants to dance with a commoner like me.

And that was what you were, a commoner, a woman men weren’t interested in because you had no royal blood.  It didn’t matter that your foster parents were of royal blood. You were still just ordinary folk. And ordinary folk do not get to dance with the Lord of the Manor, no matter who that person is.

As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, the soft murmur of the party downstairs slowly faded away into silence as the heaviness of your heart took root within you. You were dealing with a turmoil of emotions. Your heart ached with exhaustion and jealousy of the events from this evening and how everyone else appeared to have a good time. 

You wished you could have danced by yourself, but laws and customs forbid a woman to dance without a proper escort from a man. A woman also cannot go up to a man to ask for a dance, or else you would have asked Joel. The only people who could request a man to dance were other men extending the hand of their daughter or sister, and you didn't have anyone like that around for you anymore. You, indeed, were all alone in this world.

You were about halfway down the hallway when you stopped to lean against the cool wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The air was heavy this time of year with the scent of roses from the garden. Usually, the smell would calm you and remove any heartache you'd have. But not tonight. It felt almost suffocating tonight as it reminded you of what you couldn’t have, Joel.  

When Joel heard that roses were your favorite flower, he ordered his gardener to plant different colors and species around the entire manor. Usually, the gardens would wipe away your tears when you felt lonely, but tonight, they were the cause of your heartache and tears, and because of this, you silently wept. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear his approach. 

“Are you well, my lady?” Joel said softly, approaching you slowly in the dimly lit hallway. Your head was in your hands, and your eyes were wet from your tears. When you lifted your head to look at Joel, he took in your face and immediately felt concerned for your appearance.

"Why are you crying, my lady? Did someone hurt you?" Joel asked, his voice gentle yet firm.  He wanted to know who had upset you, and if he found out that another man had placed his hands wrongly on you, Joel knew he would end that man’s life himself.

You lifted your head higher to face Joel. Your emotions won over to reason in answering him appropriately. "Do you need to ask, do you not know?" Your voice trembled, frustration spilling out before you could stop it. 

"I’ve watched you all night, Joel. You were smiling, laughing, and entertaining every suitable maiden who batted an eyelash at you. Do I need to remind you of our customs and what a Lord must do, especially when choosing a bride?”

“I did my duty as Lord of this Manor. I danced with every woman attending tonight.” Joel spoke, confused as to why you would ask him your question.

“Really? Do you honestly enjoy treating me like this?”

Joel’s eyes widened, surprise mixed with his frustration flashing across his face. “What in the hell are you talking about?"

"All night, Joel. All night, I’ve been a silent spectator to your affections. Do you even care?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I care? What the- I’ve danced with every available maiden tonight from God's know where. I’ve done my duty.  Who gives you the right to criticize me for my actions when I’ve done nothing wrong, especially when I am Lord of this Manor.”

"But you did!" you interrupt, frustration boiling over. "I was standing there all night.”

“Tell me, woman, to whom did I neglect my duties? Tell me. I’ve danced with every woman in that hall, every woman who is worthy of a man like me, Lord of the Manor.” Joel shouts at you, not understanding why he is entertaining this argument. 

Joel Miller was always someone who spoke with reason and with knowing the purpose of the discussion.  But right now, Joel had no idea of the purpose of your anger or frustration nor where this argument stemmed from.  Somehow, this argument felt very personal, even though it shouldn’t have.  Joel was the Lord of the Manor, and he demanded respect.  It puzzled him why he seemed to tolerate this disrespectful behavior from someone who wasn’t even his wife.  A woman should never raise her voice to a man. The only time she could, if she could, would be when she was talking to her children or husband, and you were neither of those. 

“And what am I, Joel, huh? What am I?”

“You’re a woman,” Joel shouted and then froze, finally realizing his mistake.  He danced with every woman attending that was available, everyone but you.  You weren’t there tonight as a working woman.  You wore a beautiful dress with your hair pinned up properly instead of down off your shoulders, and your makeup was neat and stunningly beautiful.  You weren’t wearing your working ensemble, meaning you were a guest at his party.  A guest that he gave a formal invitation to, no less than three weeks prior.

“Do you even know how I feel about you? Do you even see me?” Your voice was trembling with the weight of your confession. "I've felt it for so long, me and you, wanting you to properly see me as the one you could be happy with, a wife. Do you even know how much I love you?"

Silence stretched between you both, lacing the air thick and heavy with it. For a moment, admitting your feelings for Joel felt freeing. But as the silence continued, your heart immediately sank. You realized that maybe Joel didn’t reciprocate those feelings. 

When you glanced up at Joel to look at his face, you noticed that he had a stone-cold look in his eyes. Joel wasn’t saying anything, nostrils flaring, as he ran a hand over his face while taking a step back and exhaling.  When he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head while glancing at the floor, you felt embarrassed at what you had just done. Even though Joel was friendly to you in private, constantly teasing and flirting with you, you were still the help and common folk. And that was something that no man could ever see past.

You momentarily reached for Joel to comfort him, but as you did, you saw that he had taken a step backward, away from you. Your hand froze in mid-air, and you quickly placed it at your side. As the silence continued, you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“Please forgive me, my Lord. I don’t know what came over me tonight for speaking in such a raised voice.”

“And for voicing such inappropriate things to the Lord of the Manor,” Joel said, still not looking up at you.

“Of course, my Lord. Please forgive my words-”

“And your mouth,” Joel mumbled under his breath yet again.

“Yes, of course, my Lord. Please forgive my words and my mouth for speaking out of turn. I don’t know what came over me.”

Then, Joel looked at you and said in a commanding voice, “Make sure you never speak to me like that ever again. I am the Lord of the Manor, and you better remember that before you stand there in my house and accuse me of things you have no right to say. To disrespect me when I’ve never once disrespected you.”

Joel went to step towards you, anger seething in his mind, but as he did, he saw you flinch and take a step back. You were shaking, closing your eyes while saying quickly, “My apologies, my Lord, it won’t happen again. Please, no lesson is required for me to remember this. I’ll- I won’t open my mouth again, please.”

Joel froze mid-stride. What were you talking about? Slowly, Joel touched your chin, tilting it toward his face, giving you the soft but firm command to open your eyes and look at him.  When your eyes finally met his eyes, he saw your fear of being struck by a man. That was something that Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, never did. Who has hit this woman for just opening her mouth?  

Joel has never once laid a hand on any woman who has worked for him, been related to him, or been in his bed. It truly upset Joel that you have not received the same respect in return. That someone has delivered punishment and force when dealing with you. Joel became angry at thinking someone would strike such a beautiful soul.

As Joel studied you, you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. It was one thing for him to glance at you and another to study you so intently, as you wore your emotions on your sleeve.  You glanced down at the floor, submitting to the man before you. Whatever his choice of punishment was going to be, you knew better than to look him straight in the eye.

“Baby, please, look at me,” Joel whispered, gently cupping your cheek.  When you finally glanced back at him, he softly smiled at you. 

“Darlin’, no lesson is required, and for the record, I will never hit you. I- fuck,” Joel whispered, running his thumb over your cheek gently. You were looking at him with such gentle, soft eyes. You wanted him to close the distance and to kiss you, to see you in front of him as the choice of a life and not just someone of hire. 

"Is what you said earlier true? That you love me, baby.” Joel spoke with a soft but steady voice. 

"Yes," you whispered, your throat feeling tight with emotion as another tear slid down your cheek.

It only took two seconds before Joel’s thumb swiped the tear away. He looked at you with such tenderness that it took your breath away. "I had no idea, baby," he murmured before his thumb brushed away another stray tear. "I’ve been a fool, and I’m sorry."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the tenderness he was showing you. "Joel, I—I’ve always seen you, and I'm sorry."

“Shhh, baby, it’s ok,” Joel whispered as he slowly leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. But you didn't pull away. Instead, you tilted your head up, your heart pounding as Joel’s lips brushed yours in a tentative, gentle kiss. It was a kiss of unspoken emotions, long-suppressed desires, and a future that suddenly seemed possible.

When Joel finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling with yours. "I love you too," Joel said softly, his voice filled with hunger and desire. It was in that moment of his confession that you relaxed. When Joel’s lips met yours again, he gave you a hungry kiss.  Joel licked into your mouth, tilting your head back as he finally claimed your lips the way he did the last time he kissed his wife. Joel had made up his mind; you were the woman for him. He didn't know how it would work with societal customs, but that was not his concern tonight. Tonight, he wanted you in his bed, underneath his body, as he made love to you.

Joel's kisses were full of lust and passion, full of emotion for denying you for so long. And you met him with equal hunger back, wrestling your tongue against his, telling him what you were feeling through actions.

Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth.

“Shhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.” Joel whispered as he slowly trailed his tongue up your throat, softly kissing and nipping your neck. 

“Please, my Lord. I can't; it feels too good.” You mumbled as you let out another soft moan. 

Joel growled at your admission, his cock impossibly hard against his pants. It's been a long time since he's had this much of a reaction to a woman who was fully clothed. He needed you underneath him, in his bed right now, but he was trying to be a gentleman.

Joel gave you a few more passionate kisses with his mouth, and when you whimpered against him again, he felt his resolve crumbling.

“My lady,” Joel whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, “you will be the death of me and my gentleman ways if we don't stop.”

Then, Joel took a step back, placing some distance between you both for a moment to clear his head. You straightened yourself, flattening the slightly rumpled dress. 

“My apologies, my Lord, I-”

Joel raised his hand, silencing you from continuing. After another moment of silence, he took a long breath before continuing. “I am a man of honor, and I will not disgrace the honor of a woman in the hallway of my manor by engaging in inappropriate actions that only a man and a woman married should do. But, if I could be so bold as to say, my lady-” 

Joel then slowly reapproached you, gently cupping your cheek as he gave you a tender kiss to your pulse point while whispering, “I want to fuck you in my bed later if you have me.”

As Joel slowly pulled back, he gave you a smirk. He noticed your cheeks were flushed a lovely rosy shade, which was both a combination of arousal and embarrassment at his bold statement. He also wondered if your cunt was dripping wet from the combination of his kisses, language, and the sheer presence of him being around you. 

“But first, my lady, I would like to court you properly. I do not intend to shame your name based on mere animal instinct. But I do intend to bed you properly when the time comes if you'll have me.”

“Yes, my Lord, whatever pleases you,” you whispered, trying to get your heart rate under control again.

“You please me, my lady. Now come, let me escort you back to your bed chambers.”

Joel gave you a delicate kiss to your hand when he delivered you back to your bed chambers, telling you to dream of him. As you closed the door behind you, your heart raced in your chest; you couldn't believe the events that transpired for this evening.

Joel Miller was many things, both kind and gentle but also rough and forceful. You couldn't wait until the moment came when he'd take you in his bed properly. You also couldn't believe it, but you were falling harder for Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, more each day.

End Story

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my bf that he is an asshole for dismissing my sexuality?

(I genuinely don't know if I'm in the right or just overreacting so I could really use some feedback! Also apologies, English isnt my first language. )

Disclaimer for slight NSFW:

For a bit of context, my bf (32M) and I F(27) have been together for a bit over a year, and it's been really great. The only downside is that he grew up in a very traditional household, so he grew up with very outdated beliefs. Even before we started dating, he was trying to unlearn said beliefs. Another important note is that we live about one and a half away from each other, so we don't get to be with each other a lot atm.

The other night texted him I was going out and jokingly said, "Maybe I'll make out with another girl." And he replied "that would turn me on" and I seriously asked him if it was okay if I could kiss anyone which he replied to "if it's a girl, you don't need to ask but if it's a guy, I need to be there and maybe I'll say yes". I was a bit confused and asked him to elaborate. He basically explained that making out or having literal sex with a woman isn't the same as making out and having sex with a guy. Which made me incredibly frustrated as I would have the same intimate connection with a women than I would have with a man but it just sounded like he was just turned on by the idea of me sleeping with a women and since he didn't feel the same about it if it was with a man, I shouldn't do it.

I told him off of course, expressing how that felt like bisexuality erasure and that I felt he was using my sexuality as a kink thing for him. He went back and told me that "its a respect thing" ??

Here is a snippet of what he said, "Ok, another misunderstanding going on here, to me a guy sticking his dick into you is different than you being with a girl....again TO ME! Nothing to do with your sexuality or how you feel, it has to do with how I feel how it makes me feelI am not talking or taking away from you or your sexuality, i am talking about how I feel about it"

We fought a bit more and I haven't spoken to him in a couple of days since I asked for space to reflect upon this. I genuinely don't know if I overreacted about this situation.

[candy-red-river]

Luther is beauty, style, and grace (an analysis again)

ok ive wanted to talk about this guy for a while after finishing the comics lately and oh my god his deal is the most obvious of all the characters compared to others when you think about it.

Starting off, his most obvious feature is his manners. He is very polite and "reasonable" but often forces it onto others and seems somewhat superficial. Like he's trying to hide something about himself. One of my mutuals earlier called him "repressed which I find very interesting as I never saw him that way before.

But after reading the comic I said to myself, "Yeah he's definitely repressed".

Specifically in the camping arc he has HUGE BEEF with the hitchhiker calling them a narcissist for seemingly being themselves, albeit a bit morbid and tries to poke through his skin like he does with others (whether to sedate them or not) but restrains himself when randal comes around, later attempting to call his doctor about it, implying that he doesn't want or like doing that to begin with.

There was also the scene with the pancakes where he just unhinges his jaw but implies that he doesn't do that often in front of guests for the sake of their comfort.

Other than that, Luther absolutely INSISTS that he's human and the weird "family" dynamic that he's made for the ivory household (which consists mostly of brainwashed people forced to play a pet role and randal who I'm pretty sure isn't even related to luther) and generally tries to put down anything he does not like in a sort of fancy royal manner.

From all this and the speech he made about choosing his own destiny and being so assertive about manners to others I think it's safe to say that luther is an absolute monster, but is very self aware and almost insecure about being non human, which he also enforces on others in order to "fix" them or to make himself seem perfect with the "ideal" family.

I think he's aware of how messed up everything is but is either in denial or trying to tone it down.

Other things to note:

Captain howdie said they had a crush for luther from an ask which I think is funny and unexpected. (Also true)

He has canonically dated women (epic)

The eyes on top of his eyes aren't just eyelids since they have been shown to come out before. He literally has two sets of eyes.

I also think it's funny that nyon and nana have an implied crush on him (I'll get to them later)

He's scared of mice apparently

he has a LOT of pets, none of them are normal animals

He seems to have sympathy of some kind but it's definitely half baked.

(Unrelated note: the current most mysterious characters are Sebastian, Nana, and the hitchiker)

[favouritefi]

I love your Terror catboy AU, it’s a funky combination of adorable drawings and Victorianesque pseudoscientific hierarchies. However, it made me wonder about catgirls/doggirls; if you’re happy to answer, how do you see the intersection of gender and hybridity playing out in this universe?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION i have a lot of thots on this bc the whole "angel in the house" image of the ideal (middle class) victorian woman is such a fun concept to play with more under cut

ok so what im about to say rn really only applies to middle class and upper class women in this au as those are the main characters in the terror if we get into the lower classes its a more complicated and nuanced story.

anyway in victorian times women were expected to be chaperoned everywhere by an older woman such as a female relative or female servant lest she be corrupted by the ills of the world and by men etc. this is where cat/doggirls come in. its expected that if you have a daughter then you goooootta adopt a companion or two for her both to show off your status and to ensure that your daughter has a friend / chaperone / mentor / moral compass for life. so in cat/dogpeople households the cat/dogboys usually go off to whatever institution their bloodline is associated with and cat/doggirls usually become companions for the wives and daughters of the men employed by those institutions. its very different from human family structures because the expectation here is that your child will not stay with your household, youre making children knowing that they will likely not belong to you regardless of whether they are male or female and that you might never see them again once theyre adopted and they need to be adopted or else its a failure on you and your bloodline. (grim i know) this system is also why each generation of cat/dogpeople tends to be fairly large, little and hodgson and irving all have an overabundance of siblings and cousins many of whom theyve never met in their life.

interestingly, cat/doggirls are actually more valued amongst these families than cat/dogboys because cat/dogboys can only be sent off to the institution the bloodline is associated with whereas cat/doggirls can be sent off to any upper/middle class household regardless of association and it would still be considered respectable AND it creates new relationships between human families that the human owners might find beneficial (kind of like how marriage was historically the exchange of women to strengthen political ties between families). this means that excess cat/dogboy sons are often disappointing to the parents - edward little is one of these. all 3 of his elder brothers had already left for the navy so he grew up playing w his sisters and getting dolled up in their dresses and being told that oh he'd make such a pretty girl and pretty bride oh if only he'd been born a girl etc. totally doesnt fuck him up.

speaking of fucked up theres hickey and his whole situation w sophia. having a catboy as a companion for an upper class girl is a big no-no and only happened because [insert hickey backstory here that is too long and really should have its own post]. no body approves of this but sophia loves him so very much and they were inseparable up until they were separated when sophia went to tasmania with the franklins and hickey was abandoned to the streets against both his and sophias will. sophia refused to adopt a new more appropriate companion in tasmania and after the franklins returned to england she tried to find him but couldnt and assumed he died. then when it seems like the ships are lost and jane starts campaigning for a rescue mission suddenly hickey shows up and for a few blissful years they are together again. he is older and quieter and has scars he wont explain, but hes still hickey and sophia still loves him. and then sir john comes back and fucks all of that up again.

sorry this was meant to be about gender dynamics in my deranged catboy au but i got distracted by hickey (as per usual)

[kjs-s]

A party we will always remember

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Summary: Yelena meets the reader at Clint’s daughter’s birthday party

 Word Count: 1422

Warnings: none I can think of

Prompts: “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

“I used to babysit his kids.”

A/N This is my first entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's  foreverwriting challenge.

Normally you would loathe being invited to a birthday party in the middle of the day. Especially on a Saturday in April considering everyone there would stay for a long time. However, you couldn't say no to neither Lila nor Clint. She had made you a thoughtful and sweet hand-written paper invitation and they had delivered it themselves to Lila’s ''favorite neighbor and babysitter''. You live just a five-minute walk from their farm and you used to spend a lot of time in the Barton household when the kids were younger. They adored you and considered you a part of the family. Those were the reasons you found yourself walking towards their house holding three bags. You wanted to give gifts to all the kids to make them happy.

Upon arriving at the farm you noticed Laura had gone all out with the decorations and activities. She had set up a table where the kids could make crafts to take home with them after the party; she organized a place where anyone could play card games and a little treasure hunt for when most people would have arrived.

''(Y/N) you made it. ''Nathaniel ran over to you and almost knocked you over making you protect the gifts from falling down.

''Of course, I made it cookie monster.'' You laughed at his expression when he remembered the reason you had given him that nickname. Laura had barred him from the kitchen for two weeks following that disaster.

''I wouldn't miss Lila's birthday, nor the chance to see you all again. Your dad promised me I can team up with him for the treasure hunt.'' He seemed upset by it so you immediately came up with something to cheer him up ''But I prefer you as a partner, clearly. We will decide on that later. Why don't you show me where to put these?'' You raised the bag towards him.

He took you to the kitchen where Laura and Lila were still making some sweets and you put the gifts on a table.

''Hi everyone, the two small ones are for the boys. I had put cards on them. What can I do to help here?'' The two women greeted you.

''Come here to help me. I am just putting sprinkles on those.'' Lila showed you the chocolate pops she had made. You gave her a hug and helped her with everything she needed.

After everything was set Clint came over with two young girls in tow. Both of them were gorgeous, the brunette was smiling at you and the blonde seemed like she was studying you. Clint thanked you for your help and introduced you to Kate and Yelena. Kate was friendly to you but Yelena remained a little cold towards you. You hoped she was just like that to all new people and not just to you. Despite that, you planned to try talking to her later on.

After a while, you were catching up with Lila on a TV show you were both watching when Kate interrupted you.

'''So (Y/N) it was nice to finally meet you. Clint has told me a lot of things about you.''

''Same here, I loved the story of how you adopted the adorable dog I saw earlier. Is it ok if I go and pet him and the other one afterward?'' You wanted to ask permission from the moment you spotted them in the backyard.

''Of course, the girl who is keeping an eye on them wouldn't mind. Mine is Lucky and the other is Fanny. She's my friend's who by the way is the reason I'm here right now. She thinks you're cute and hopes you like girls. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and you looked over at her.

''Then maybe I should go and talk to her. I will take her a drink. Does she prefer orange or cranberry?'' You looked around the makeshift bar for two glasses to put juice in.

''Either is fine. Go ahead.'' You took a while to decide while trying to make yourself less nervous about striking up a conversation with someone as pretty as Yelena.

''Hi, I'm (Y/N), Clint introduced us earlier. You're Yelena right?'' You put down both drinks in front of her so she would pick the one she wanted.

''Yes, that's right. One of those for me?'' She pointed to the glasses.

''Take which one you want. So how do you know Clint?''

She thought for a second before replying.

''Through my sister. What about you?''

''I used to babysit his kids. I live close by so they were over every time Laura needed some help...Wait, your sister? You are Natasha's sister?''

''I am. Did you know her?'' She felt a little sad talking about Natasha with someone she just met but she managed to hide it from you.

''I met her the first time when the whole team was here. And then a few more times after that. She was always lovely to me. You must be proud of her for saving the world.''

''She did and I am. Thank you for saying that.'' She drank from the orange juice you had brought over.

 ''Sorry for ruining your mood. That wasn't a good conversation topic for the first time talking to someone.

''It's fine. I didn't mind it. So you mentioned living close. Do you by any chance mean the little house I drove by with the swings and the tree house up front?''

''Exactly, the one west from here.'' You pointed the wrong way. That made Yelena smile but she didn't correct you about your house actually being in the east.

''It came with those so I left them there for Lila and Cooper when they were over. And for myself when I need to clear my head.''

''It's a cute house. It reminds me of the first house I lived in, in Ohio. I used to have a swing just like that one.''

''I always wanted one as a kid but we lived in a house with no yard. So now, I am using it to remind me of one of my childhood dreams.''

''I like that. Maybe I will use it too next time I visit. If you let me that is. ''Yelena smiled at you and realized that she probably never felt more anxious than when she asked permission for something.

''Any time you want to.'' You tried to think of something else to say but thankfully you were interrupted by Lila announcing the start of the treasure hunt. You suggested teaming up with Yelena and you went to Lila to receive the first clue.

Teaming up with a black widow was the right decision because you managed to find the hidden box with party favors in no time. You and Yelena took some of the candy and gave the rest away to some of the kids.

''Why don't we walk around for a little while we wait for Lila to blow out her candles?'' Yelena suggested but you had a better idea.

''We can go and play with the dogs instead. Kate already gave me permission to play with Lucky.''

''I would love that. Let's go.''

You two spent almost half an hour with the dogs before Kate called you over to attend the cake-cutting. And after having your pieces of the cake you went back to playing. When you noticed everyone else had left you sadly started saying goodbye to Yelena.

You exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch.

You told your goodbyes to the family and thanked them for the invite. Yelena then insisted on driving you home to not let you walk back so late at night and to spend some more time with you.

''Thank you for driving me. I had a great time today.''

''So did I. I'm glad Kate made me come along with her. But don't let her know that.''

''I have a feeling she can already tell. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.''

''I appreciate that.'' She smiled and put her hand on your arm. You both felt your hearts racing knowing that you would see each other again soon. Neither wanted to be more forward just yet. She gave you a quick hug and left after promising to call you to arrange a date.

You stayed in front of your house for a while after she drove away trying to contemplate meeting someone that amazing and imagining what your first date would be like.

[justanotherjaydrawing]

Long post of headcanons incoming. (mostly SakuAtsu but shh) (CW for ableism and brief discussion of homophobia? Probably not necessary but better safe than sorry)

- Sakusa has EDS (specifically hEDS)

- ^^ he has thin and stretchy skin (and visible veins)

- ^ might have been self-conscious about that when younger (but Atsumu loves tracing all his veins so he’s less self-conscious about it these days)

- Ushijima was his first crush, though I don’t think it is that deep necessarily, but more that Sakusa finally saw another boy who cared about hygiene and was like thank fuck I’m not gonna be stuck with the gross boys I’m surrounded by, there’s a chance for me lmao

- ^ connected to that, I do think that Sakusa is only attracted to men and found it very distressing, not for homophobic reasons but simply because women are usually cleaner and the idea of dating someone who doesn’t wash their hands after peeing horrified him lol

- Lots of his joints are prone to dislocation or subluxation. Specifically his shoulders and knees.

- he used to avoid carrying heavy things with his left arm because it would just pop out of the socket.

- Sakusa grew up in a very ableist household. Rich parents insisting on having perfect children resulted in Sakusa pushing through a lot more than he should have

- a doctor suggested he was autistic and his parents asked if it could be ‘fixed’. When the doctor said no, they just claimed he wasn’t autistic and moved on.

- Sakusa didn’t address any of his mental health issues until his second year of university. He only realised because he was talking to his doctor about his symptoms, worried it was some underlying disease, only to be told it was anxiety and suggested to see a psychologist

- Sakusa almost didn’t see a psychologist, but ended up doing it out of rebellion against his parents.

- Rebel. Take care of yourself. I believe in you.

- It took him a long time to get confident enough about his disability to tell Komori that saying things like “its usually just in his head” is a pretty shitty thing to say to someone who has chronic joint issues. Komori is super apologetic because he hadn’t realised he was belittling Sakusa’s problems.

- Komori feels super guilty about it and ends up going down a rabbit hole of disability rights research and makes sure to speak up against ableism at every chance he gets. (not me, wishing for a Komori in my life lmao let me have this)

- Sakusa is very popular among the girls while in school, partly due to the fact he doesn’t hit on them but also they find him hilarious when he rags on the other boys in their classes.

- In university Sakusa and Yachi become friends

- idk who came up with the idea of Sakusa and Yachi being besties but I have seen it in so many fics and it honestly is the greatest thing to me and I adore it so fucking much. I love Yachi and her ability to befriend the grumpiest men.

- It has been said before, it will be said again. The Miya twin’s have a single mom. Honestly, this is just canon to me.

- I am leaning to thinking their dad just fucked off and was a complete deadbeat. The twins seem to have the sort of underlying rage that comes with being let down by father figure.

- They are both major mama’s boys.

- Atsumu gets irrationally upset about yo mama jokes. It doesn’t matter that he understands it is just a joke format, the idea of someone being mean to his mama makes him wanna throw hands

- this has been said before, but Osamu’s love of cooking came from helping out his mom in the kitchen as a kid

- later on this translated into him cooking for his mom when he was old enough to cook on his own. He loves taking care of people by feeding them. He loves that food can be a way to communicate and show love to people.

- The twins would join their mom for pamper nights

- this almost certainly started with their mom being like “I just need some me time” and Atsumu being like “ok but can I join?” “But Atsu, we’re gonna wear sticky gooey face masks~ and watch gross romance movies~” “...ok but can we have popcorn too?” “… yeah we can have popcorn.” so it turned from me time to Miya time lol

- Osamu sometimes joins but not always

- the twins have seen all the twilight movies so many times they could quote it from memory

- they quote it to each other as an inside joke but they are respectful when watching it with their mom because it is her favourite movie series.

- The Twins have very good hygiene routines due to being raised by their single mom.

- this does not translate to eating politely though.

- they do both have very good skin care routines though since their mom helped them sort it out

- Osamu is more lax about it because he doesn’t really care.

- Atsumu finds it soothing though

- Atsumu is weirdly good at “girl talk” because their mom started dating again once they were in high school, but she didn’t like keeping it hidden so she would come back from dates and just gossip about it with the boys. Osamu just listens quietly, but Atsumu loves ragging on the men if they don’t meet their standards lol

- I don’t think Atsumu would ever be in the closet really. This is based off of him not caring if people like him, but I think once he figured out his family would care he just wouldn’t feel the need to hide it. He would get in fights because of it and he had terrible survival instincts with it all, but he isn’t one to hide who he is (even in situations where it might be safer to do so).

- I don’t remember who said this but it is canon to me, Atsumu is hard of hearing. I hadn’t even considered it until I saw someone post about it and I can’t remember who it is OP I am so sorry, you changed my life and I don’t even know your name!!

- but hard of hearing Atsumu makes so much sense to me. Him being “too loud”, him being so attached to Osamu (probably due to having trouble communicating people when he was younger and feeling like Osamu was the only one who was on his side)

- this is just a reminder to me that I should draw him with hearing aids

anyway this is too much information and my head is still bleary with sleep so like if it doesn’t make sense im sorry lmao but I wanted to share my thoughts because I have too many and I am obsessed with these dumbasses.

also I said this is sakuatsu but really it is just Sakusa and Atsumu, not much about their relationship lol my bad

[oneforthemunny]

hi! I was re reading ur rockstarsddie n nepo baby fics cuz the way ur write is 👩‍🍳💋 but I kinda wondering y they both have so many girls 😭 (not that I mind-I'm obsessed) n what made u chose to give them girls and not boys and also what type of dynamic they have as sisters sometimes that's all hope u have a good day/night

ok i had him be a girl dad to six because... karma lol. plain and simple. not that eddie was ever necessarily mean to women, but he was a whore. and he was kinda raunchy and sick and like that (with consent ofc) and kinda used them like accessories in the tabloids to get talked about. not the greatest back in the day but also never mean if that makes sense? this is his karma bc now, he is terrified twenty four seven. of a lot of things. six girls are very hormonal and dramatic, which scares him bc whatever flare he thought he had has NOTHING on them lol. and the thought of them doing stuff he used to do or the things that those girls did with him back in the day??? he's sick. sick at the thought that someone might have them do that his heart will give out rn.

truthfully, they had six bc it was kinda like a "try for a boy" is the excuse they used when trying for the twins and zahra (vega was a complete mistake) but really, nb likes being a mother. she liked being pregnant and having kids and just being a mom. maybe it healed her inner child in a way, maybe it's because she just likes that motherhood changed her. made her calmer and more confident, but she likes being a mom. and eddie likes being a dad. and they like to have sex a lot and he doesn't like to pull out lol.

as far as the girls. persephone is typical older sister. gets alone with sienna the best, but she's very level headed and "high achiever", built in caretaker of her sisters typical older sister vibes.

kensington is very sensitive. very reactionary and dramatic and sweet. she gets along with zahra the best bc zar is chill and kinda levels her out. vega lives to make kensie cry bc she thinks it's hilarious which is something she learned from sicily.

sicily is very much so eddie's true karma. always kinda daring and wild but in a sneakier way than vega. she is reckless, very very reckless, and it gets her in a lot of trouble and in bad shit when she gets older. she gets along with vega the best. vega was like her little mini me that she crafted and trained to be a terror, but she was always sneaky about it.

sienna is similar to sicily, but she'll get kinda scared to do all the things sicily does. more fearless in a way of taking exciting fun risks, but is definitely the more level headed of the two. less stubborn too. that's why she gets along with persephone so well.

zahra is the most chill human being on the planet. just very go with the flow, zen, calm- a complete sore thumb in the munson household. never in trouble, just kinda vibes and enjoys herself. likes kensie bc kensie feels very bigly and zahra does too, she just doesn't show it. very compassionate which is why they get along.

vega is insane. typical whoopsie "oh fuck we got pregnant" baby. a lot younger than her sisters, eddie's other form of karma bc unlike sicily, she'll just do it to his face with no care. a terror on social media but in an iconic way that has her raking in a lot of followers, kinda revamps corroded coffin in a way. really, she's sweet, just has a big, loud, energetic personality. she is truly fearless and loves attention, which is why sicily molded her into who she was lol.

[silverseaming]

TOO MANY BUT I GOT EXCITED

🗽👰‍♀️ for meg

🕯️⚡ for kit!

(ignore if you wanna!)

hi friend! i will never ignore character asks hehehe >:)

🗽- do you think your character’s story would fit into any other time period? if so, which?

Partly I think Meg's story and character is very much tied to the Victorian and early Edwardian ideals/morals of her current time period, so I would lean towards saying she's actually very set in the 1890s/1900s. On the other hand I think there are elements of her story that would really be interesting to explore around the 1950s, especially as its a time when there are lots of conflicting changes in terms of the role of women in society.

👰 - what are your character’s views on marriage?

As I kind of touched on above, Meg is quite traditional in her worldviews, and her views on marriage reflect that. Marrying and having a family was always her dream, and she believes that a loving marriage is something that everyone should aspire to. I would say her views on marriage very much align with what we would think to be typical of the period. While she's traditional she is also a bit of a romantic, and really believes in marrying for love above all else!

🕯 - does your character conform to the expectations of someone like them during their time period?

Ok I love this one for Kit! I think so far we have seen that yes, he does conform to the expectations that a man and husband provides for his family and is the one supporting the household (and we've seen how much these expectations weigh on him). A lot of this comes from his belief that these are the things Meg expects of him as well, and are what he has to do to hold onto her and their family. The rational part of him knows somewhat that this isn't the case, but for most of his adolescence nothing he did was ever good enough for his father, so that knee-jerk reaction to always be doing the absolute best of what's expected of him runs deep.

⚡ - what is actually your character’s biggest flaw?

I think we've seen a fair bit of it already, but Kit's biggest flaw is bottling things up! He has a terrible tendency of taking the world on his shoulders and trying to deal with everything alone, which probably also stems from the constant need to be seen as successful and in control.

[the12thnightproject]

Hello sorry to bother please can I have 25 22 21 14 12 5 1 for Shingen ? Thank you I wish you a nice day 🙏🙏

Hi Queenguilietta!

It's no bother at all! Always happy to gush about Shingen.

And thank you - I hope you are having a nice day too!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Actually, my first impression of him was rather a non-impression. Ikemen Sengoku was my first Otome game, and all those characters coming at me in the prologue was a bit of a sensory overload and no one really made a big impression. I'd decided to download the game based on an in-app ad I'd clicked during a puzzle game I'd been playing, and it was Masamune in the ad that had gotten me to download the game. Masamune then, was my first route, and Shingen is barely in that one. From Masamune's route, I intended to go to Kenshin, but I played Kenshin in a story event while I was reading Masamune, and his possessiveness there was a turn-off, so I picked Sasuke next. Then I did Sasuke's route and found Shingen an entertaining side character and he won me over then.

My impression now is that I adore him. Brains, emotional intelligence, a sly sense of humor, a sense of responsibility, and the fact that he treats his love interest like a Goddess... he's a Renaissance man, and I love that about him.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Answered here.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Shingen is very smart, but he likes to hide that behind the flirting. It's fun to write him slyly flirting with, or even just joking with his scene partner, where you think the conversation is about one thing, and then he outsmarts everyone. One of my favorite fics I wrote with him, wasn't a romance at all - it was a one shot with him, Mitsuhide, and Motonari trying to scam each other out of the last bed at an inn in a storm (but in reality, all three were also spying on each other). When you put three of the sneakiest characters in one scene, it just increases the potential for smart mayhem. Of course... I also like writing scenes with him being sexy, because he likes to take his time.

Hm... I'm not a huge fan of writing angst (it's just difficult to hit that line between angst and maudlin), and his canon story is pretty tragic.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Ok... we'll go with a modern AU for this, because I do already like his color scheme in game. We know that in game, Shingen is not only a very busy spymaster, but he also is a hobby woodcrafter. So he is going to want something that will be comfortable and allow for ease of movement. He's also very confident in his attractiveness and uses his charisma to distract people from the fact that he's information gathering, so he's not above showing off his body. But he'll do it in a comfortable way. A dark knit shirt that just barely clings to his chest muscles. Not tight, but when he moves, you can see the outline of his body. Jeans or cargo pants. Less tight here - this man moves around a lot and doesn't want his clothing to cut into him. And because he's always going to be interested in the history of warcraft, he's got a vintage leather bomber jacket - lined to keep him warm in cooler weather.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Answered here.

But also...ok, here is one. If he were stranded in a blizzard, and had to throw himself on the mercy of a family of poor farmers, he would be the best houseguest ever. He would not reveal his identity - he'd pretend to be a random traveler down on his luck. He would flirt with all the women in the household, from the elderly grannie to the six year old girl, and make all of them feel like a queen. He would chat with the men in the family and discover the state of that part of the country just from that part of the conversation. If they need repairs to the household, he would help out with carpentry. And he would eat two servings of dessert. Then weeks later, the family would discover a mysterious parcel of gifts for every member of the family.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

"Where the Night Goes" by Josh Ritter.

I have no idea why this song makes me think of him. Less the lyrics and more just the vibe.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Well, we've already covered the intelligence and the emotional maturity, and the fact that he treats the people around him really well. So lets go also with his ability to take responsibility, and put his needs aside from the greater good. Granted sometimes he takes it too! far! and is too self-sacrificing to the point of risking his health. But he believes that the good of the people outweigh his need for revenge, and he's able to put aside personal feelings in lieu of doing what is best for the country. In other routes where he has a major role, he's always the one in the background, helping MC and her chosen love interest get their happy ending - although again, sometimes he goes too far. He'll step in and offer advice before it's asked for... he doesn't often let his friends figure things out on their own, if he realizes what the solution is before they do.

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[allbeendonebefore]

Clytemnestra comes back on the scene with two bodies and goes "yeah, everything i said before? surprise bitch I LIED" we have the weaving, the fishing net, the robe. the doom.

and she tells the chorus to rejoice (or not) at the death of this man "who filled his home with curses as with wine And thus returned to drain the cup he filled"

and when the chorus is like "ok uh brave thing to say over your freshly murdered husband"

and she replies "ye hold me as a woman, weak of will"

I have been rotating this section in my mind in light of something I've been reading about citizenship in Athens, about how women exist in this space of outsiders in their husband's families, separate, but also the key to citizenship and inheritance and therefore to political power and to memory and all these things that I think is going to be a major theme in the chapter I want to write.

It's in part this idea that as modern audiences we tend to go "oh women had no power and no status and they were aliens in their own households" and while there are clearly a lot of ancient anxieties about that on display in Greek literature... you're also seeing the gaps between the anxiety and the reality. Clytemnestra can't be separate from the house of Atreus because she is the means by which the curse perpetuates itself, in her children and in her murder of Agamemnon...

I can't fully articulate what I'm trying to say about this yet but its like. No it's a tragedy not because she is a woman acting like a man or just because she thinks by doing so she can end the curse, it's also her being part of this family and household and legacy and Not separate and Not alien from it. And it works because it's an inversion of what it Should look like.

[spearcast]

I got bit by the oc bug SURPRISE SURPRISE but!!!!!!! Demon Slayer OC [: volcano hashira bcos why the hell not!! More belowowowow

Youngest daughter of a retired samurai and a skilled onna-musha; her family was believed to be killed by old rivals, but in reality, it was Doma who sadistically killed them all for her father's questioning of the demon's cult. Her father was a member of the shizoku class who had become an avid businessman after the samurai were abolished, allowing their family to continue living in relative luxury. In secret he continued to train his children in the ways of the samurai- all but his eldest son, who became a Buddhist monk. As a business man and one used to being an enforcer of rule in the community, he took notice to a certain odd collection of individuals and began investigating. He had no idea this congregation was the Eternal Paradise Faith led by the Upper Moon Two, Doma. And for this investigation and criticism?

Doma killed them all, and Noriko was only saved because her brother (the monk) came home to visit and managed to distract Doma enough that she could run away; he died because of his sacrifice. She still managed to kill a few lesser demons on her way away from her home, thanks to the onna-musha training her mother instilled in her. Noriko was found by Amane Ubuyashiki, who was on her way to see Noriko's family to investigate if her mother's bloodline was connected to Kokushibo/Michikatsu Tsugikuni the way the Tokito family's was. Of course, it was too late, but Amane took Noriko back to the Ubayashiki mansion.

Wields her mother's naginata as her main weapon, though she carries her father's katana and a small ax on a chain with a weight at the end, just like Gyomei's weapon

Very reserved and put together on the outside thanks to her strict and tedious upbringing but inwardly very angry, aggressive, and determined; she is bigger built than most women around her and is incredibly strong thanks to her family's continuation of samurai tradition, training her to help protect the household even from a young age. She is incredibly intelligent as well because of this!

Upon joining the demon slayers she was taken under Gyomei's wing intending for her to become his tsuguko as she showed a lot of promise with stone breathing. However she never quite got there, instead taking her solid base in stone breathing and meshing it with the explosive and flashy attacks of flame and sound breathing to create VOLCANO BREATHING. She was of kinoto rank (20) when her breathing style developed, and it was around this time she maanged to achieve killing 50 demons as well as facing off with a lower moon; this, along with her unique breathing style, propelled her to hashira status. With her naginata she uses strong stances to focus on defense while luring enemies in closer with a seemingly slow offense, only to build up energy for fast, powerful, explosive strikes and swings that are incredibly effective.

Closest with Gyomei, Rengoku, and Uzui, as well as Mitsuri due to bonding over being buff, busty women who don't fit in!! Sees Genya as a younger brother and is incredibly protective of him, making her dislike Sanemi (though she is sympathetic to why he is like that). She thinks she, Shinobu, and Giyuu are too much alike, but enjoys their company well enough. Isn't overly fond of Obanai or Muichiro the way she is of some of the others, but respects them deeply.

Noriko uses her mother's surname, as to not draw any attention by carrying a retired/reformed samurai's name around.

She is also forced to retire after [something I haven't decided yet] happens to her and she and Tengen and Hinatsuru and Suma and Makio all get married and live (RIP to the tragedies of Infinty Castle, couldn't be miss Riko and her polycule)

Japanese VA; Masako Katsuki (Tsunade from Naruto)

English VA; Ashly Burch (Enid from OK KO)

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

TELL US MORE CXG SONGS THAT ARE TDN CODED

my pleasure! because I have a LOT of them lol

remember Eve's older brother Felipe? yeah, Don't Be A Lawyer is him (running on like 2 hours of sleep) urging his three younger siblings not to go to law school like he did. Which is funny bc one of them is a college dropout, one is aspiring to be a veterinarian with a side gig in geology, and one isn't even a teenager yet

I'm A Good Person is Greta, approximately halfway through her redemption arc. And the lyric "I'm a good person, better than you" is 100% aimed at Hans. He does not care.

I Hate Everything But You is season 2 Lloyd and Rod in a nutshell. Our dear friend Tarantino is having a minor crisis because he's realising he never got to do anything he likes, so he's never truly liked anything or anyone before Rod.

I've been trying to place Hey West Covina (or What'll It Be) as a TDN character, and I've just now realised. Harper. Pre-show Harper - lost two parents for the price of one, stuck basically looking after herself, took a position working for a sadistic asshole just to get away from it all, and going absolutely nowhere in life. Stuck in the same shitty cycle for the past five years. The voice doesn't remotely fit but GOD the song does. now I'm sad. (could also apply to pre-show Isla now I'm thinking about it)

Friendtopia could be any trio of Nautilus women but methinks Greta, Alisha and Carmen should take over the world together and force everyone to watch Hocus Pocus under threat of death. it would be fun!

We'll Never Have Problems Again is Lloyd and Eve because I enjoy ✨️dramatic irony✨️

Thought Bubbles could be a lot of them, but I'm going to go with Rod. Turns out when you live in a Toxic Positivity household, you never really learn how to process or deal with bad thoughts. (also OK GO reference!)

and that's all I've got :P

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

🌈PRIDE OC ASKS!

azya: 3, 8, 11

pig: 4, 5, 6

wolf: 1, 3, 5

aaand 18, 21

Azya Zaavim (check "read more" for some lore)

3) I suppose that he always knew that he's into men. He probably saw some musician in a magazine at a certain age lol.

8) He never did, really. He grew up with a foster family and lost contact with them when he moved to the capital with his adopted sister, who was very much ok with anything he did. So did his band really. Most prominent musicians in Ajidiali are queer. He did have some issues with his party members tho since while Ecres just calls itself an "agral union" they have a lot of conservative members.

11) He doesn't feel the need to talk about it much. There's no systematic homophobia in Ajidiali so. He probably would be more open about it if he lived in our world and use his platform to speak about queer rights. He will talk about his husband a lot if asked. He's a divorce lawer!

Pig

4) When she used to be in the army it was... well, as unsupportive as could be, really. After deserting she was mostly a loner before meeting Steel Soldier and Unit 81, and then Blink and the rest of the gang, who are all very supportive people. A lot of her hypersexuality is just posturing but she've made a lot of friends in various lesbian bars around the Solar system.

Here's a bonus "before" and "now":

5) Uh, I dunno. Came to me in a vision, like with most of my ocs.

6) She would never police other people but about herself... She would say that she's "bisexual but men don't dig this handsome face anymore". It's a short response that works for her well enough.

Wolf Tangermann

1) "Oh, my gen-der? What, you want to steal it? To black-mail me? Well, you won't get it!" There are two theories on its gender - some say that it's simply hiding it, as it hides any other information about itself, and some say that it doesn't have it. Have it lost it? Who can say. Maybe it has just discarded it, like a snake discards it's skin.

3) In truth, it itself doesn't know. It's certain that it known it while on the surface but perhaps some things are better left behind.

5) I didn't and I think that it actually fits it well.

18) I figure them out eventually, like any other part of their character. Generally, I think that oc's relationship, or lack there of, to a label is more important than the label itself.

21) Below the cut 👇

Family structures and queerness in Ajidiali

As the concept of "sexuality" as known in modern western society is quite new on our Earth, I've decided that in Ajidiali it's nonexistent, outside of academic fields. An Ajidialian would rather use a word "preference".

- Mountain people

Mostly monogamous. Households are mostly isolated so close family lives far away from other people (around half a day of walking). It is however possible to "swap" wife (or husband in more matrialchal groups) with another couple, if both parties agree. Parents usually live with the adult youngest child. First marriage is expected to be heterosexual but one can "swap wife for a husband" (tho this is frown upon if it's done before having at least one older child). In modern day, swapping is less common, as parents don't have this much say in what the original marriage should look like.

- River people

Mostly polygamous, living in groups of 3 adults (two women and one man or two men and one woman) per house + one women's parents (as it's usually their house). Taking care of children is a community's job. Small kids can choose where they want to sleep and play but teenagers are expected to stick to one household (of their choice). This is to this day the most common family structure in the country, both on the country side and in the cities. People who don't want to have children of their own are still expected to take care of other's small kids but not of teenagers and are expected to live in monogamous relationships or remain single.

How a household itself functions is very much dependand on a region and group. These marriages are to this day often arranged and romantic love within them is not generally expected. Everything outside of these 3 people households, or changing their inside rules, is what is considered to be "queer".

- Sea people

Most of their family habits were lost when that started to consider themselves as part of Ajidiali. The main differences from River people are that they are more often patriarchal and queer people tend to be more isolated from the community.

- Ex-nomads

Despite being a completely different group, they don't have much differences from the River people either. They have lost a lot of their culture when they abandoned their nomad lifestyle. However, their differences are more noticable - their family units are bigger (usually 4-6 adults with their parents) and there is less pressure on having children (which seems to not impact the demography).

[starrygalazy]

for the sending a character thing, ashe? she’s so underappreciated and no one talks about her but she’s so interesting to me. in a chemistry experiment way, mildly terrifying as well as fascinating

or hanzo or cassidy because, yk, gotta ask bout my favs 💀

I'll do you one better and do all 3!

Ashe:

- Definitely lesbian, or at the very least has a large preference for women

- Cis woman (all of them are cis in my mind, I don't have much gender hc's)

- Ship: Ouihaw. I don't like HARDCORE ship it but it's pretty cute imo

- NOTP: Ashe and Bob. Seen some of it and was just like "... no." (Ashe & Cass would've been here if I didn't already decide for them to be brotp)

- BROTP: Ashe & Cass, easy- they got issues but. I still think they really care about each other PLATONICALLY

- HC: Bob braided her hair a lot when she was a kid, both for presentability and practicality. Even after she cut it, he still tried his best to do tiny braids whenever she let him or felt down.

- Opinion: Underrated character, I want to see her soft side more.

Cassidy:

- I used to think he was gay gay, through and through. Now I see him as bi but still with a pretty strong male preference.

- Cis, as stated above

- Ship: THE ONLY REASON IM NOT SAYING YEEHAN IS SO I CAN SAY IT LATER, SO BAPSIDDY

- NOTP: EASILY Cass & Reyes. That's a father-son relationship there.

- BROTP: Genji & Cass. Best bros for life.

- HC: OK HERE WE GO. Cassidy's mother (who I named Belle) had VERY long, light brown hair and taught him how to braid it. He's PHENOMENAL at braiding and can do it really fast too. He braids his own hair (or someone elses- usually the girls or Hanzo's with permission) a lot whenever he misses Belle.

- Opinion: I want to hug this man so bad, he's so fluffy and would give great hugs.

Hanzo:

- GAY. THAT IS A GAY MAN.

- Cis (again) but sometimes I entertain the idea of him being trans

- Ship: Ok NOW I can say Yeehan. Easily #1 mlm ship for me

- NOTP: Said this in a different post but Mei and Hanzo. I do see them as good friends though!

- BROTP: Tbh Widow and Hanzo. They aren't romantic obviously but I can see them working through trauma together and being comfortable since they both come from high-end households.

- HC: This poor man is the most touch starved person you'll ever meet. Might seem obvious but he also hates it in a way. He doesn't like people touching his back or neck bc it sends him into fight or flight... but if you give that man a big hug he is NOT letting go. Bonus: he'll be quietly trying to not cry if someone whispered kind things to him during the hug.

- Opinion: This man fucking NEEDS a hug. Desperately needs it. And I wanna give it to him (without him killing me)

And that's about it. Hope these suit you!