#I use a sideblog for little Richard

[navybrat817]

And Everything Nice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You visit the tattoo parlor when an uninvited guest shows up at the bakery. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Bad ex, mild (h)arassment, protectiveness, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne for listening to me ramble about this part! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

I am going to ask Bucky Barnes out.

After going through the closing checklist, Tess gave you another quick pep talk and said the only thing that would hurt if he turned you down was your pride. Deep down you knew it would hurt more than your pride if he said no, but you didn't say it out loud. She must have sensed it since she added she was certain he'd jump at the chance to date you.

"You got this," she said, giving you a quick hug. "Sorry to run, but-"

"Like I said, I got this," you said, waving her on. Normally you walked out together when you both closed the bakery, but she had somewhere to be. "Have fun!" you added as she rushed out.

Once you finished up a few minutes later, you strode to the door with your keys in hand and a smile on your face. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. You could feel it. And you would look Bucky in the eye with a smile as you asked him-

"Closing all by yourself?"

You weren't sure how you managed to not drop your keys, or not throw a punch, when you spun around and saw your ex in your personal space. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face when you took a deep breath. "Thanks for sneaking up on me, Richard. Mind backing up a little?"

"Aww, did I scare you?" he asked as you quickly locked the door. "Not even a 'hello'?"

"We haven't talked since we broke up," you reminded him. "But hi and bye."

Richard charmed you in the beginning when you met him, like he did with so many others. Beyond his good looks, he was a confident man. It didn't take long to see that beneath the surface was a spoiled man child who was used to getting what he wanted, or thought he could buy everything. You included.

Breaking up with him was one of the best decisions you made, even if your mom disagreed.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? You should get a drink with me."

"I have plans," you lied, wondering what the hell he was even doing there.

"So? Break them. I want to talk."

The suggestion sounded more like an order and you weren't in the mood.

"I said I have plans. I'm sorry."

"Then why are you still in your work clothes?" he asked, gesturing to your outfit. "And who do you have plans with? Some new guy?"

"Because I'm changing later," you said, staring across the street as a smile spread on your face. "And not that it's any of your business, but yes. He's a tattoo artist."

You weren't sure why you said that. Maybe because you hoped Bucky really would be your guy. And because the thought of him also made you feel safe.

You half expected Richard to laugh as you walked around him, but he put his hand on your arm instead as his face twisted into a scowl. "You're not hanging out with him. You're getting a drink with me."

You wrenched your arm away before he could tighten his grip. "We aren't together anymore. So you don't get to show up out of nowhere and order me around," you said as you went to the curb.

"Don't act like a fucking brat when I'm trying to give you another chance."

I'm the brat?

"Not interested. Have a good night!" you said before you looked both ways and dashed across the street to Bucky's shop.

The entrance was cozier and more open than you expected, the sound of the needles bringing you a strange sense of comfort as you adjusted your bag on your arm. Pictures of various tattoos in different styles lined the red walls above the front desk and leather couches. You wished you had the time to pick out which works belonged to Bucky.

Another day.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" the man behind the desk cheerfully greeted you as he typed on the keyboard. Even sitting down, you could tell the man was built, his muscular arms covered in a variety of tattoos. He may have been intimidating if not for the glasses and warm smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

You glanced over your shoulder and saw your ex making his way across the street. "Sorry, I don't. Is Bucky here? I really need to talk to him."

"Oh, yeah. Just over there. If you want to take a seat, I can-"

"Thank you. I'll be quick," you smiled, hoping Bucky wasn't in the middle of an appointment.

You glanced around at some of the other artists as you walked over to the chairs and noted how exceedingly gorgeous they were. There was one with short dark hair and a beard that looked like he could kill someone with his tattoo gun if they stared for too long. The girl sitting at his station and the man behind him with shocking pink hair and bright smile both brought a ray of warmth to his almost dark aura.

Is it a prerequisite to work in the shop that you have to be good looking? And either look intimidating as hell or incredibly alluring?

You gripped your bag to keep your hand from shaking as you saw Bucky engaged in a quiet conversation with Steve, recognizing him from earlier. You were almost afraid to interrupt. "Hi?"

Both men turned toward you with smiles on their faces as Bucky pushed himself up from his stool. “Hey, Sugar. Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see me?”

"Something like that," you said.

"Wait. That's Sugar?" the man with the pink hair asked. "No wonder you keep going to the bakery."

"Don't hit on her, Hal," Bucky warned, earning a chuckle from the other man. "Go bother Andy."

"He already is," a deep voice replied.

You would ask later just how much he spoke about you to the other artists. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. My ex was waiting for me outside of my shop and I kind of panicked and said I was meeting you and I rushed over here."

"Your ex?" Bucky asked, immediately moving forward to rub your arms in a soothing gesture. "Are you okay?"

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" you heard the guy at the desk call out before you could answer.

Instead, you burrowed yourself against Bucky when you heard Richard shout your name. Rock solid and sturdy, his hold kept your nerves from bubbling to the surface. You had nothing to be afraid of.

So why am I shaking?

“You’re kidding me, right? This fucking asshole?” Richard scoffed as you looked over your shoulder at him. He didn't walk any closer, but his voice carried throughout the entire shop. "Like putting a bumper sticker on a piece of shit car, isn't it?"

“Richard, just leave.”

"Does your mom know you're spreading your legs for some tatted up lowlife? Still a disappointment, aren’t you?”

The jab cut deep as much as you wanted to ignore it. He knew that your mom judged every part of you. No matter what you did, it was never good enough.

You wouldn’t focus on that for the time being. "

You do not come into his shop and insult him. Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize for this asshole, Sugar. His opinion of me means less than nothing, trust me," he assured you before he faced your ex. "You, however, are banned from my shop. You can get out now or Jake will call the cops for trespassing. After you apologize to my girl for upsetting her. Your choice, Dick."

Your heart fluttered as you leaned into Bucky more.

His girl. It sounds right.

"Please. I can buy the shop tomorrow just to bulldoze it to the ground," he sneered before he jabbed a finger at you. "And you know what? Keep her. I tried to give her another chance, but she's not worth it. She's a lousy lay anyway."

The insult washed away the momentary good feeling and was the tipping point that brought tears to your eyes. It was humiliating enough that you were the root cause of a scene in Bucky's shop, but the jab in front of his employees and customers brought it to another level. Why did you think hiding in there was a good idea?

Does Bucky think I'm a total loser now?

It was only when you sniffled did you notice the entire shop had gone silent, a dangerous tension in the air when Bucky tightened his arms around you as Steve and Andy slowly got to their feet.

"Hey, why don't you and I go in the back?" the friendly girl at Andy's station suggested. "I think there's some snacks back there, right?"

Andy nodded and gave her the go ahead.

"Bucky," you whispered as you dared to look at him. A tear slid from your eye when you saw the murderous gaze on his handsome face. "I'm-"

Before you could register what was happening, he pulled your face toward his and kissed you. Fierce, yet gentle as he brushed the tear away with his thumb, you let him take the lead. A slow simmer of warmth crept into your cheeks as he parted your lips with his tongue and coaxed yours into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss and shifted so you were pressed almost completely against him.

If this is how he kisses, he might actually kill me if we ever go further than that.

He breathed into your mouth as he stole the very oxygen from your lungs when he pulled away.

"Go in the back," he told you, his gaze dropping to your lips. Did he want to kiss you again or was it wishful thinking on your part? "I just need to take out the trash, finish up here, and I'll take you home, okay? I won't be long."

It was a feat that you didn't shed more years with how gently he spoke to you.

"Thank you," you whispered, unable to say much more.

"Let's check out that snack collection back there," you heard before you were pulled from Bucky's grasp.

You didn't look back at Richard when the girl tugged you away, but you heard a slight waver in his voice as yelled after you.

That's right. You should be afraid.

"Thank you," you said, wiping your eyes with your hand.

"No need to thank me. One of my good friends just got out of a bad relationship and I'm still a bit in my protective streak," she explained. "Are you okay?"

"I think so."

You tried to remember how Richard acted around other guys when the two of you dated. Had he been the jealous type and you just ignored it? Or did he only cause a scene because you showed him you wanted to move on?

Tess is going to flip when she hears about this.

"Well, whether they just throw him out on his ass or worse, he deserves it for what he said to you," she added before she told you her name. "Everyone calls me Sunny."

"He does," you agreed, introducing yourself as she handed you some water. "Bucky calls me Sugar."

"And you work in the bakery across the street?" she guessed.

"Co-owner," you said, the small talk calming you. "Do you work here or are you a client?" you asked, noticing that she didn't have any tattoos.

"New client. I work in an animal shelter," she smiled. "Grumpy out there is going to give me a sun tattoo."

"That's nice," you smiled back. It seemed fitting with her warm and bright presence. "I really do appreciate you bringing me back here."

It was somehow just as warm and inviting as the entrance, the couch worn and comfortable. You wondered how often Bucky came back here to relax and hang out in-between his appointments. Would he ever bring you back here if you stopped in to see him?

"I figured the amount of testosterone out there could be a bit overwhelming, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Other than being incredibly embarrassed, yeah."

Even though Richard was no longer your boyfriend, he just had to barrel back into your life and leave a mess in his wake.

"He's the one who should be embarrassed," Sunny said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Especially after seeing that kiss."

Your face warmed as you replayed it in your mind. The silver lining for showing up tonight was receiving such a passionate kiss from Bucky. It was difficult not to get swept up in the moment though and you told yourself it was likely just for show. A way for him to stick it to a guy who upset you.

Right?

"It was a really good kiss," you smiled.

"Oh, we all felt the heat. Trust me."

Both of you giggled until there was a soft knock on the door frame.

"Hey, Sugar. Trash is out on the curb," Bucky winked. "You ready to go home?"

Your heart fluttered as you smiled back. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You didn't live far away, but Bucky still insisted on taking you home. He even took you out the back way so you didn't have to see anyone. While he didn't specify exactly what happened with Richard, he assured you he wouldn't poke around either of your shops again. It made the drive home more pleasant knowing he looked out for you.

So much that you almost took his hand when he stopped outside of your place.

Almost.

"Thank you for everything," you said. "I'm really sorry about tonight."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Not the first time we've dealt with assholes in the shop. Steve and I don't like bullies."

"I still feel bad," you said, wishing the feeling would go away.

"Please, don't," he whispered.

Your fingers twisted in your lap before you took a deep breath. "When you came into the bakery earlier today, I was going to ask you out," you told him, but refused to look at him. "But after that, it's probably a dumb idea. You shouldn't have to deal with that kind of trouble."

Maybe there's a better girl out there for you.

"You think one asshole ex is trouble?" he asked, leaning over to grasp your chin so you'd face him, goosebumps rising on your arms from his touch. "I can handle that."

"But what he said in your shop-"

"He did that to bring you down because he's an asshole. Guys like that don't want to see girls thrive without them."

You scoffed and mumbled, "I wonder what you'd think of my mom.

"I'm not afraid to stand up to anyone who tries to hurt you," he said, keeping a hold of your chin with a tender grip as your chest tightened. "You said you were gonna me ask out. Don't change your mind because of them."

"So, you really want to go on a date with me?" you asked.

"If I say 'yes', do I get to kiss you again?" he replied, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You were torn between sucking his thumb into your mouth or sinking into your seat. "Maybe we should get an actual date under our belts first. You only kissed me to prove a point or something."

Even if it felt like heaven.

"Or maybe I've been wanting to kiss you since I walked into your bakery and I want to kiss you again," he said, sliding his hand around to the back of your neck with ease. "Proving a point was an added bonus."

You looked at him wide eyed and subconsciously touched your lips. "Wait, you want to kiss me just because I asked you on a date?"

"I can give you a whole list of reasons," he said, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "And I'd love to go out with you. Friday night, Sugar?"

"It's a date, Hottie," you smiled when he leaned in.

But he didn't kiss your lips.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, which somehow seemed more intimate.

"You had a rough evening. The next time I kiss you, I want it to because it's the right moment, just for the two of us," he explained when you furrowed your brows. "My girl deserves that."

A soft smile played at your lips as something warm welled up in your chest. He could have easily taken advantage of how vulnerable you felt by stealing another kiss, but he didn't. Even though you were into each other.

Going to see Bucky tonight was the right choice.

And you couldn't wait for your date.

Love them. Love the whole gang. Except Richard. Fuck that guy. And where are they going on that date? Check out What Dreams Are Made Of to see how Bucky is feeling. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 27th of July, is this young man's birthday. Though it was years ago he was given life, it is only today that he will be given a name.

What will the name of this young man be?

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🐸 The Basics :

Name : Evan

Pronouns : He/Him

Age : A minor!!

Gender : Male

Sexuality : Gay

Nationality : American

Star Sign : Leo

MBTI : INTJ-T

I love nicknames, call me whatever.

I’m usually around from 8AM to 1AM CDT.

Music sideblog : @evan-radio

🐛 My Resume :

Loser CEO, the ‘weird kid’ since birth, Professional Ghostbuster, Supervillian, and Midwestern Cowboy (the fun way, not the cop way), Lab Experiment #0727

🪲 My Music :

AJJ, boygenius, Bug Hunter, Cage The Elephant, Car Seat Headrest, Crywank, Lemon Demon, Lord Huron, Los Campesinos!, MCR, Noah Kahan, ODO, Pat The Bunny, Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Seb Lowe, Sleep Token, Tally Hall, Tame Impala, Teen Suicide, TFB, The Smiths, Vundabar, Weezer :/, Will Wood/WWATT, Wingnut Dishwashers Union, and more.

🐢 Tags :

# evan speaks -> I talk. A lot. // # evan rants -> I tend to be very emotional // # evan’s memories -> nostalgia mode // # evan can’t vote -> US politics // # evan draws -> my art // # EvanRadio -> my sideblog for music // # i love my mutuals -> typically multiple mutual appreciation posts per day

🐍 Rules & Boundaries :

I’m a minor!! Don’t be weird!!

Obviously, any form of discrimination is off limits.

Cringe culture is dead, all are welcome, and I’m always open to learning.

Asks and anons are open, notifs are off so feel free to spam, but I can’t promise I’ll see it right away. Absolutely feel free to interact and ask, I will have full convos w/ you through reblogs. I answer DMs on a case-by-case basis. If you are over 18, please do not DM me.

🦎 Fandoms and characters ->

★ Dead Poets Society

★ House MD

★ Supernatural

★ Sherlock

★ Ghostbusters

★ Homestuck

🦖 Incoming fandoms ->

★ Hannibal, Good Omens, Saw

🐊 Backseat Fandoms ->

★ IT, Stranger Things, Over The Garden Wall, Scooby-Doo

🦚 Fandom Graveyard ->

★ Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Creepypasta

🦜 Kinnies ->

★ Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

★ Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

★ Castiel (Supernatural)

★ Steven Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

★ Richie Tozier (IT 2017)

★ Rory Keaner (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

🪛 Other Movies :

The Truman Show, Stand By Me, Velvet Goldmine, Jaws, The Goonies, Breakfast Club

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Reading, writing, art (drawing, painting, digital and traditional), etymology, science, history, math, forensics, biology, marching band (alto sax), sharks

🔋 Other Facts :

- I love my car like it’s my child #TOMATER SUPREMACY 🦚

- Richard Cameron Defender for life (see here)🐊

- Blog theme changes frequently 🦖

- i LOVE doing little doodles and drawings of my friends 🐢

- I love my mutuals and you guys are my best friends btw 🐍

- More mouse bites!! This vexes me! Medicine drug!! 🦎

- ADHD 🪲

- I’ve got a bad habit of viewing notifications but never responding to them, if this happens please just tag me again 📗

🦠 A Note :

I am very indecisive and this post will be edited very often (see counter below)

🧪 Dead Poets Society :

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @meekspeaks @poetsinnyc @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @midwest-quill @apparitiongnostic @de4d-poet-kisser @yourfavvgal @asclexe @lv3buzzz

If I forgot someone/if you want to be added just lmk :)) if I forgot you I’m so so sorry

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[heartofstanding]

After reading your article, marriages like Eleanor and Humphrey, Katherine and John, Henry VIII and Ambeline are described as women seducing men, and men being victims... But marriages like Owen Tudor and Catherine, Richard Woodville and Jacqueta in Luxembourg, will have completely ignored the subjective initiative of women, and the description of men seducing women should be class/gender discrimination?

Hi anon, I think you're asking about what kind of narratives there were around the marriages between men and women of significantly higher status, the inverse of the type of relationships I was talking about in this blogpost I made on my sideblog that focused on Eleanor Cobham, where women married men of much higher status than themselves.

There seems to be comparatively little scholarship in this area and it would be fascinating to see what commonalities and links a study would produce. The marriage of men to women of significantly higher status than themselves does appear to have been fairly common but does not seem to have generated the same amount of commentary and infamy as the relationships between women who married men of significantly higher status. I don't mean that they didn't contract comment but that there was little sustained comment - who remembers Alice de Lacey and Eubulus le Strange? Katherine Woodville and Sir Richard Wingfield? The only high profile case I can think of is Joan of Kent and Thomas Holland.

From what I could find, there does not seem to be the equivalent narrative of the man of lesser status seducing or bewitching the high-status woman into marriage. Instead, what seems to be the common theme is, as Katherine J. Lewis says, "a standard medieval antifeminist notion: that women were naturally inclined to lust and rendered irrational to it."

Lewis was talking specifically about the case of Catherine de Valois. One contemporary chronicler remarked that she was "unable to fully control her fleshly passions" when she married Owen Tudor and even chastises her for keeping the marriage secret "so she did not claim honourable title [of marriage] during her lifetime". Tudor was described by another chronicle as "no man of birthe nother of lyflode", implying his unworthiness. But there seems to have been little rancour or blame directed at Tudor.

It's not until the 16th century where the image of Catherine as governed by her lust became the dominant narrative around her remarriage, perhaps because the rise of the Tudor dynasty and Henry VIII's marital life lent itself to it. One notable example is Edward Hall, who in 1548 described Catherine as:

beyng young and lust, folowyng more awne appetite, then frendely counsaill and regardyng more her priuate affecion then her open honour

He describes Tudor, on the other hand, as a "goodly gentilman & a beautyful person, garnished with many Godly gyftes, both of nature & of grace" - so the issue here is not that Tudor is a social-climber but that Catherine is at the mercy of her sexual desires. Probably the most extreme example of this is Nicholas Fox's claim that Catherine "bey[ed] like a very dronkyn whore" in bed with Tudor - a factoid often gleefully repeated by historians and commentators to proclaim Tudor's sexual prowess despite the fact that Fox made the claim in 1541 and is far from a reliable source. The fact that it has been almost universally used to celebrate Tudor by demeaning Catherine shows how long-lasting this type of narrative is. Polydore Vergil similarly describes Catherine dismissively as "yonge in yeres, and thereby of lesse discretion to judge what was decent for estates" and then focuses on Tudor's lineage and good qualities. Kavita Mudan Finn notes that he "succeeds in suppressing what on the surface to appears to be her agency - a second marriage of her own free will - by literally changing the subject to Owen, and by extension, Henry, Tudor". This same suppression of Catherine's agency appears again in Michael Drayton's Englands Heroicall Epistles where Catherine appears to be acting on her own initiative, wanting Tudor for herself, but Drayton has Tudor displace Catherine's agency by citing destiny as the impulse behind their union. Catherine "is reimagined as a 'a Royall Prize' for Tudor to claim", per Finn. In short, Catherine appears to be cast as oversexed and/or uncontrollable while Tudor's individual qualities and descent are celebrated and their union is seen as governed by destiny and fate.

Joan of Kent has fared similarly to Catherine in that she is primarily remembered as governed by her lust. Famously described as Froissart as "a woman more beautiful and amorous than any in the realm" and by Adam of Usk as a "woman given to slippery ways", Joan had married Thomas Holland clandestinely, then been convinced by her family to marry William Montagu (the son of the Earl of Salisbury). Around eight years later, Holland then petitioned the papacy to return Joan to him, resulting in a public scandal. When Holland died in 1360, Joan made another shocking match, this time marrying Edward of Woodstock, Edward III's eldest son and heir known to history as "the Black Prince". Joan was sometimes referred to the "Fair Maid of Kent" or "the Virgin of Kent", probably sarcastically. Thomas Austin's wife was alleged to claim that Joan's son with the Prince, Richard II, was "nevere the prynses son and ... his moder [i.e. Joan] was nevere but a strong hore". Froissart recorded a conversation between Richard and his usurper, Henry IV, where Henry alleged that a bastard gotten in adultery. W. Mark Ormrod also suggested that various narratives about Joan in the Peasants Revolt built on her carnal reputation and may have reflected even more salacious tales floating around. Thomas Walsingham emphasises Joan's other alleged, inordinate appetites around the time of her death - gluttony ("hardly able to move about because she was so fat") and a love of luxury.

It is, however, very difficult to determine how much of Joan's reputation was shaped to her marriage to a man of significantly lower status or how much it was shaped by her marriage to the man, at the time, was to be the next king of England and to whom her marriage was both scandalous and unconventional. Likely, her reputation was formed by both marriages, both feeding the other. The deposition of her son also meant that her reputation was used as a way of slandering him. Thomas Holland, on the other hand, barely seems to be mentioned, let alone criticised - even if he was in his mid-20s when he married the 12 year old Joan. In fact, Henry Knighton's chronicle positions Holland as seduced by her, crediting Holland's "desire for her" as the cause that she had been divorced from her second husband, Montagu.

Jacquetta and Richard Woodville do not seem to have drawn the same level of commentary. Lynda J. Pidgeon notes that "the marriage ... aroused no comment from English chroniclers until after the couple’s daughter, Elizabeth, married King Edward IV in 1464". though it was recorded in by continental chronicles, such as Enguerrand de Monstrelet, who recorded recorded:

In this year [1436], the duchess of Bedford, sister to the count de St. Pol, married, from inclination, an English knight called sir Richard Woodville, a young man, very handsome and well made, but, in regard to birth, inferior to her first husband, the regent, and to herself…

This has similar echoes to Hall's and Vergil's comments about the marriage of Catherine and Owen Tudor - Jacquetta marries from "inclination" a man inferior to herself but who is otherwise "very handsome and well-made". Hall includes the story of their marriage immediately after his account of Catherine and Tudor, which, as Finn says, "hints at a growing interest - and indeed, anxiety - about women's desires". Like Catherine, Jacquetta is described as marrying Woodville "rather for pleasure then for honour" and "without coū∣sayl of her frendes". Her family is said to disapprove but can do nothing - sentiments also found in Monstrelat and Jean de Wavrin. Rather than dwelling on Woodville's qualities as he does with Tudor's, Hall describes Woodville "lusty" and notes that he was made Baron Rivers, which may indicate . He does, however, mention the marriage of their daughter, Elizabeth, to the future Edward IV, a subject which he promises to return to.

The continuation of Monstrelet's chronicle links Jacquetta and Woodville's marriage to that of their daughter, Elizabeth Woodville's marriage to Edward IV, "thus linking these two unorthodox women together", per Finn. Here's what this continuation says:

After the death of the duke, his widow following her own inclinations, which were contrary to the wishes of her family, particularly to those of her uncle, the cardinal of Rouen, married the said lord Rivers, reputed the handsomest man that could be seen, who shortly after carried her to England, and never after could return to France for fear of the relatives of this lady.

It is likely that Jacquetta's unconventional second marriage helped render Jacquetta's reputation suspect and tempting to speculate that that it rendered her vulnerable to the accusations that she had used witchcraft to make Edward IV marry her daughter, Elizabeth Woodville. The unpopularity in France and Burgundy of her first marriage to John of Lancaster, Duke of Bedford and Regent of France may have also played into this view. Ricardians have certainly framed her as her as a seductress and her family as scheming, power-hungry social climbers in that regard - while also treating her as driven by her lust for Woodville. However, there is no evidence that this was the view of Jacquetta at the time, either in England or in France.

Richard Woodville is unique amongst the three men I've mentioned in that he seems to have been reviled as a man "brought up from nought", along with the rest of his and Jacquetta's prodigious offspring. This view has been spurred on by Ricardian historians that have reviled Elizabeth Woodville, where the entire family is depicted as a brood of grasping social climbers. An invasive species, if you will. I think it is likely that Jacquetta and Richard Woodville's marriage has helped furnish this view, particularly for Woodville himself. However, this particular image of Woodville and his children only seems to emerge with Elizabeth's marriage to Edward IV and the tensions between Edward, Woodville, George, Duke of Clarence and Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick ('the Kingmaker'), rather than Woodville's marriage to Jacquetta.

In short: the tendency seems to be depict the high-status woman as indulging in her own sexual desires and acting on her own will, disregarding reason, counsel and sense, while the man of lesser-status is considered handsome but bears little or no responsibility for seducing the woman. He is of less interest to contemporary chroniclers. Woodville seems to be an exception, rather than the norm, in being seen as guilty of social climbing and there it is the marriage of his daughter, not his own marriage, that gave that reputation. Owen Tudor, as the patriarchal originator of the Tudor dynasty, was celebrated by Tudor-era writers for his qualities and Welsh lineage - it would be easy to conclude that had he not been the grandfather of Henry VII, he would be entirely forgotten.

There do not seem to be any contemporary claims than Tudor, Holland or Woodville seduced, bewitched or raped their wives, whatever historical fiction novelists or pop historians claim. However, it should be noted that there are many cases where other high-status women could be abducted and forced into marriage. One example is Alice de Lacey, Countess of Lancaster. For those cases, I suggest reading Caroline Dunn's Stolen Women. It is far too long and complicated subject to summarise in a tumblr post.

Sources:

Caroline Dunn, Stolen Women in Medieval England: Rape, Abduction, and Adultery, 1100–1500 (Cambridge University Press, 2017)

David Green “‘A woman given to slippery ways’? The reputation of Joan, the Fair Maid of Kent”, People, Power and Identity in the Late Middle Ages: Essays in Memory of W. Mark Ormrod (Routledge, 2021, eds. Gwilym Dodd, Helen Lacey, Anthony Musson)

Katherine J. Lewis, “Katherine of Valois: The Vicissitudes of Reputation”, Later Plantagenet and the Wars of the Roses Consorts: Power, Influence, and Dynasty (eds. J. L. Laynesmith and Elena Woodacre, Palgrave 2023)    

Kavita Mudan Finn, The Last Plantagenet Consorts: Gender, Genre, and Historiography, 1440-1627 (Palgrave Macmillan, 2012)

W. Mark Ormrod, "In Bed With Joan of Kent: The King's Mother and the Peasants Revolt", Medieval Women: Texts and Contexts in Late Medieval Britain (ed. Jocelyn Wogan-Browne, Rosalynn Voaden, Arlyn Diamond, Ann Hutchison, Carol Meale, and Lesley Johnson, Brepols 2000)

Lynda J. Pigdeon, Brought Up Of Nought: A History of the Woodville Family (Fonthill 2019)

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hii hello! this is the hub blog for all of my rp blogs. if you receive a follow from this blog, you can consider me following you from any of my blogs that you're interested in!

also, while it is not a must, i would love it, if you follow one of my sideblogs, that you also follow this hub blog. it will be where i'll post little occasional updates about what blogs i'll be active on, or if something happens that'll make me vanish / be inactive for a bit, if i go on a hiatus, if i add a new blog / muse, or just the occasional little ooc post that i'd have posted on my muse blog if i only ran one, etc. in other words, it's a way for me to be able to avoid having to spam people's dash if they follow multiple sideblogs, while still knowing that if i have something i want to share outside of replies, gifsets and headcanons, that they'll still be seen by you all <3

also, for now, you can find all the muses infos and my rules on my CARRD HERE.

blog roll:

@lightomen - alan wake / the alan wake games.

@aphramet - dark urge / bg3.

@elfbat - astarion ancunín / bg3.

@fixdeath - baily mickey / kollok 1991.

@diaboilical - billy butcher / the boys.

@deadsarcasm - blaine debeers / izombie.

@needwar - frank castle / mcu.

@dadsupe - henry villin / the boys oc.

@supegod - homelander / the boys.

@evilcalled - íllra / a fable of gods.

@doubtfaith - james sullivan / the last of us.

@jedwest - jethro west / outrageous fortune.

@huntforce - joey miller / paranormal hunter oc.

@twothreads - john doe (the joker) / telltale's batman.

@needpain - john locke / lost.

@wordis - john smith / fandomless oc.

@fearsloss - john winchester / supernatural.

@piratewits - killian jones / once upon a time.

@sheriffhood - lucas hood / banshee.

@evilshost - lucius forrest / a fable of gods.

@supemom - maryan meyers / the boys oc.

@awaster - michael mccrea / a perrier's bounty.

@nowlahn - omniman (nolan grayson) / invincible.

@thineking - king richard / galavant.

@iceveins - philip blake (the governor) / the walking dead.

@mercykept - rick grimes / the walking dead.

@lightsupe - starlight (annie january) / the boys (au).

@vanwest - van west / outrageous fortune.

other blogs (not a sideblog to this blog, but main blogs of mine)

@innerwar - multimuse rp blog.

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💌 ) BEST BELOVED. okay time to be normal. here’s a tag for my comfort characters, never specified by name or dug into in any meaningful depth. i am putting them in my mouth and chewing. i am asking at all times to be reading illuminated treatsies on their actions and their subtexts and their costume designs and their leimotifs and to hold their beating heart in my hands (just to look at it!) and yeah, okay, also sometimes to suck their soul out of their body twice a day for the rest of my life.

💎 ) OLD MONEY. this is quite literally just my blair waldorf tag. it’s the newspapers in print and the purses that don’t carry cash and lipstick made custom and champagne from the valley and not just imitation. it’s the world that gatsby could entertain but never enter. it’s the girls who aren’t daisy. it’s a white winter in the city, but every path you walk on is still clean and dried. the grand vizier, the high pope, the dark curl-spilled queen to serena’s lion-haired king among men, morgan le fey come again to wear chanel.

🔏 ) POETRY. another normal tag! i am a horrific poet with barely a handful of daily lit deviations (i hope reading that phrase gave you flashbacks) under my belt, but the self-published poetry scene is finally recovering from the mass damage that instagram and richard siken fanfic did to it. and i for one am fucking pumped. other quotes with particularly good cadence will also be thrown in here just to jazz things up a bit.

📖 ) MEDIA. i’m on a normal tag roll. these are the stories that are important to me in ways unrelated to comfort characters or my deep abiding need to get plowed by questionable anime men. a lot of my favorite posts end up untagged on my sideblog because they’re not as structured as i like my main to be, so the ones that do make the cut are guaranteed to have been heralded by me physically showing one of my spices my phone.

🥠 ) LITTLE THOUGHTS. essentially a text post tag. a lot of them have tended to be sweet or sad rather than silly, but i like collecting the ones that make me react. fortune cookie emoji feels self-explanatory from there. as with my media tag anything that i like enough to have but not enough to revisit or incorporate into my bird’s nest goes over on a sideblog, so these reblogs are fun treats for me to pick back through.

🪶 ) HOPE AS AN ACTION. “empathy isn’t just something that happens to us - a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain - it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. this confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always rise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. but i believe in intention and i believe in work. i believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.” - leslie jamison.

🫖 ) LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. domesticity, and family, and growing, and trying your best, and singing without thinking about it, and cooking for eachother, and existing in the world as a participant. being housebound on and off for years has not been good to me even as being happily married and content in my triangle has been a massive act of healing. somewhere in between the two i’m holding on fiercely to celebration of the things i can still do together with them and trying to believe that it can be enough.

🍫 ) BITTERNESS. kind of discourse, kind of venting. i’m not overly invested in collating my opinions daily any more, but i have been saying certain things for actively years now while waiting for the wider zeitgeist to catch up to me and it’s always a pleasure to see a widely accepted and welcome new take from the last three months that i got into a fight in my 2018 dms for suggesting. sometimes i just want to hit people i have blocked with a car. being a sex worker who has to ebeg will do that to otherwise perfectly lovely friendships more than you’d think. sometimes you are all just so, so illiterate. essentially a dump for anything that pisses me off.

🔖 ) AUDIENCE ASIDES. this one is for “reblog and tag yourself” memes and is functionally an about me tag that i fill up only with uquiz answers, disjointed facts from my childhood, and either/or games. they’re fun! not everything has to be complicated. scroll around this tag for interaction bait or just to hang out. maybe one day i’ll port my vent app “which major arcana are you” tag meme over here as a uquiz of some kind. that’d be fun, i think. (i’m the moon, btw. just in case you were wondering. mine was the moon.

🫕 ) BESTIES. this is a catch-all tag for my assorted friends to opt-into that is 110% just about being, yknow, kind of a cunt. all of the references to insane internet-specific drama go here, all of the polycule jokes go here, all of the “hey i know you’re high so i invited a thousand people over” jokes go here, and so does all of the sweet stuff. fondue emoji because that way people can dip in and choose to be included in it or not, and also i am too lazy to tag for each individual 🌈/🐰/🎲/📿/🐱/🐻/fruit code/tumblr mutual/etc vibe.

🕰️ ) FIRST FOLIO. because despite the lobotomy i am in fact a washed-out imitation of both english and art history qualification-havers, and sometimes a bitch wants to talk about the way the world shaped a colour choice or a turn of phrase or an adaptational choice between book and stage or stage and dance. constantly fellating the macmillan romeo juliet choreography, my own imaginary staging of ibsen’s fruen fra havet, and prospero’s final lines in the tempest. this is a dump tag for anything that i would pin to a board like a butterfly if given the chance to do so together with my loved ones.

🌪️ ) OIL ROOM. oh, hey, a normal tag again. an art tag, even, for things that rattle around in my brain for a few days after, or things that i’d spend useless hours trying to dig back up on pinterest to add to a board for a fictional character that has (in a similar manner) started to haunt me. probably going to lean more modern sculpture than traditional oil, but to be fair that is because traditional oils find their way into my other tags and didn’t need an invented catch-all for me to skim back through circa pinterest o'clock in six weeks when i get back to that.

🍳 ) THE AI-KYŌGEN. nice little oc tag for my brats. a truly insane overabundance of girls who are crocodiles in the rivers of their own narrative, girls who are self sufficient because they were grown from seed in total darkness, boys who damn themselves and then damn the world in revenge for it, girls who wear their lives wholecloth like a costume every morning until it fits or it kills them, girls who were too young for the tasks they were trapped with and succeeded anyway, girls who died but didn’t because they only remember how to get back up. and clumbo, my orc detective.

📚 ) DEAD INTERNET. short stories, flash fiction, and other pieces i am trying to scrounge up via the wayback machine. i'm an unabashed pirate who lived off of e-begging for 5 yesrs solid and do not have the money to support authors i like. what i can do is collate every short story i've personally cared for onto an un-searchable blog and cross-index my thoughts on them here.

🧦 ) BULLDOZE VENICE. disability talk, encompassing everything from my mental health conditions / sanism to physical disability justice, marriage equality, institutional ableism, and how developmental disability is treated by the wider populace. i don't believe in "mental age" and i don't steal the terms nonverbal/nonspeaking for autistics with high support needs who suffer the most under the pseudo-aba assumptions that you can make yourself speak if needed.

🍱 ) TEXT POSTING. basically the same as my audience asides tag but for posts i personally am making to bitch about running a blog, or changes i am midway through making on this one, or polls about which of my previous tagging system sections i should port over to this blog en masse that day.

📟 ) MIXTAPE. i know i run ostensibly a sideblog for music but i do also like specific songs i want to put here and cross-reference into other tags. since the ancient websites i used to use to listen to just the songs on my rp blogs in another google chrome tab has gone totally under i will have to make that possible another way (that isn't using spotify, because i'm lazy sometimes).

🎫 ) TO REMEMBER. quotable bits that i am going to drop for years into bios. i used to try to run this as a sideblog on its own for cross-referencing but porting the entire mountain goats lyrical discography was hard and i quit. i still need somewhere to store the "spit his cum back at him like a camel" post that has haunted my dreams for a thousand years.

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Howdy, partner!

I'm an Engineer. I like tinkerin' with my little machines and helpin' my boys kill them cowards over on RED. I use he/him pronouns if that's important for you t'know.

Miss Pauling asked all'a us to make these here blogs. I ain't too sure why myself. Y'all are free to ask me anything y'want.

I'll be usin' #cute little gun for my rambles 'n' such, #fortress interactions fer anythin' with my other mercenaries, an' #would ya look at that for other people's posts that I wanna share with y'all. Like rebloggin' stuff.

🔧 This here be my boys on BLU. 🔧

Scout: @bonkbonkbonkboinkbonk Soldier: @blu-solly-in-da-lobby Pyro: @blus-fire-starter Demoman: Heavy: Engineer: That's little ol' me, partner. Medic: @the-blu-medic Sniper: Spy: @sapphire-dagger Chef: @chef-from-blu

🔩 And I suppose I should tell ya who RED is, huh? 🔩

Scout: @bonkbonkbonkboinkbonk Soldier: @eagle-head-charge Pyro: @lord-of-pyroland Demoman: @tavish-finnigan-degroot Heavy: @misha-the-heavy-weapons-guy Engineer: @engiehere Medic: @the-red-medic Sniper: @professional-sniper Spy: @medic-and-spy

Trapper: @meet-the-trapper-tf2 Collector: @collector-sniffs-you

🔧 These are our higher-ups and bosses and all that sort. Folks not in our little war. 🔧

Ms Pauling: @pauling-in-red The Therapist: @wastelandtherapist

🔩 I ain't too sure who these folks are, but I was asked to include 'em. 🔩

Scout: @the-green-scout Soldier: Pyro: Demoman: Heavy: Engineer: @richard-on-green Medic: @doktor-green Sniper: Spy:

There's some other important stuff below. Thanks, partner!

(Hi! This is a roleplay account for BLU Engineer!)

🔧 I use any pronouns, neos included and encouraged! I'd maybe avoid "he" though because I might not be able to tell if you mean Engineer or me!

🔩 I'm 19 so I'm okay with mild NSFW and I encourage minors to stay away. I won't always remember to tag nsfw and it's just safer if you don't interact with this blog.

🔧 That being said, I do want to emphasise mild NSFW! I'm a sex-repulsed asexual, I don't mind small references or innuendo or whatever but something too in-depth or something too far is just getting ignored.

🔩 DNIs hurt my brain a little but just: Nazis and alt-right people aren't welcome, anyone who ships pedophilic/incestuous/etc shite isn't welcome (especially if you ship Scout and Spy. Don't test my mettle, son. Sentries hit hard). I'm not too comfortable with slurs (I don't consider queer to be a slur) and it's not feasible for me to ask people to "prove" they can reclaim a slur so let's just play it safe and say no slurs, please. Much obliged!

🔧 I'm autistic, be gentle. I can and will misread tone. Also because of autism I go feral for engispy so I hope you enjoy it because I will not stop thinking about it.

🔩 This account has a lot of silliness and may diverge from canon quite a bit. If that's not for you, no worries! But this is your warning that you're entering the Silly Zone.

🔧This is a sideblog to @eagle-head-charge! I'll be following from that account and that sort of thing. If I forget to go Anon and send an ask from Soldier by accident or whatever, now you've been warned!

[braceletfour]

[Image Description: thirteen different screenshots from various sources.

Image one: (Tumblr screenshot of a post by dantesawakenings) I don’t care about you guys but if you’re continuing to be mutuals with Isadora please go ahead and block me. There is no purpose to send anyone gore, whether it be real or ‘just Saw screencaps,’ or otherwise. My friends have sent me a few screencaps even unrelated to the situation with the gore stuff which I’m not going to post without explicit permission. Whether this be over a year ago or not, I don’t tolerate bullshit like this. The gore may just be ‘sfx’ but I don’t fuck with that. Isadora is a grown fucking adult and that’s just bullshit lmao.

Image two: (Screenshot of a tumblr post by isadora) I’m not intimidating because no one but odgc knows about my sideblog where I send people gore and their ips and shit.

Image three: (Screenshot of an ask sent to Isadora from iwillkillusboth) “Is the gore you send to people ethical or do you just use dead people’s mutilation videos.” Isadora responds with a meme of an anime girl with text on it reading, “kill youself. bottom text.”

Image four: (Screenshot of the replies section where two users are asking about the gore.) Isadora replies, “Oh my carrd says if you’re a freak I’ll send you gore but I haven’t done that in like a year tbh.”

Image five: (Another ask sent from iwillkillusboth) “Does ethical gore exist”. Isadora responds, “Yea there is a thing called practical effects. Also welcome back I guess.”

Image six: (Tumblr Post from Isadora) Also fucking, annoying that I even have to defend myself here since its being spread that I’m some scary dyke who sends gore. I send horror movie screenshots to pedophiles. Not real gore. It has said this in my carrd for two years. Why is this an issue now you all followed while it was in my carrd it is not my fault you can’t read and if you think sending fucking Saw screenshots to pedos and racists over a year ago is a crime you need to go outside.

Image seven: (Screenshot of a post from malistaire) “Hi, I’m the friend who has a history with this friend group! This is what was sent to me immediately after blocking Quiet. (deathmagic and rubberglove on tumblr).” Below are two discord screenshots. One from deathmagic about personal drama. Another from liv about Nyan Nyan Sugar Girls blowing up the twin towers on an early 9/11.

Image eight: (The rest of the tumblr post by malistaire) This group has sent people jumpscares, paranoia inducing threats and even images of real feces on burners. Other members include but are not limited to moremorejump, cringefinalgirl, nilbog. The group chat is also named after a typo from an attempted suicide note by the way! Do what you want with this. Lmfao.

Images nine and ten: Discord screenshots of malistaire saying in chat, “I was about to start a kung pow penis on beams note but they’re already dead.” and, “Oh oh are we getting blocked may I take a turn at sending kys messages.”

Image eleven: (A discord screenshot of Malistaire) Hi can we call go spam my abuser with nightmare images. I will go first and tag her in tominos hell via richard my business sona. I think it would be a little funny. Just a little.

Images twelve and thirteen: More discord screenshots of malistaire saying, “Can someone nightmare edit AC’s face or has that been done already.” As well as, “More… more poop.” /End ID]

ok im going to try and address the callout in the best way that i can now that im fully medicated and in the right mindspace. i will go over every part of it to be as concise as possible!

let me state right now this post is not to garner pity. i am not asking for apologies. i am not asking people to refollow me if they are uncomfortable. if i make you uncomfortable please put your mental health first for the both of us

ok lets start with this! over a year ago i sent people fake gore. this is fact. those people were pedophiles and fascists. you are allowed to have the opinion its wrong for me to send anyone gore but i want to make clear i only targeted genuinely dangerous individuals. i am a grown adult as well! that is true. but i do think there's quite a difference in the maturity of an unmedicated 20 year old who had been, if most of my long time followers recall, recovering from a literal cult. and a now 22 year old who is fully medicated and has a job. i have matured and changed i think

this was in regards to i believe that how intimidating am i ask meme? though i mentioned gore here i am noting again i had actually stopped sending gore by this point in my life. I do still send fascists their IP addresses to scare them into deleting. I understand i can block, report and warn others but quite frankly. Staff does not care about the fascist problem. blocking and reporting does not do shit on this website and i believe personally its best to take it into my own hands especially when, in my experience, i have a 90% success rate in getting them to deactivate via just mentioning the town they live in

im. not sure why this image is included quite frankly but ill try my best to address it. The person messaging has been harassing me for about a week including misgendering me and using ableist language against a developmentally delayed individual. This is the kill yourself website. I did not think replying with a blingee would be an issue. They mentioned gore only because my carrd says if you stealth follow and are a pedophile or other brand of freak ill send you gore . my carrd is not updated and that has been there for about two years. it is not accurate to what i do now.

this is me explaining that^ also included in the callout. don't know what to say here as im clearly acknowledging it.

same person harassing me doubling down on the fact my carrd outdatedly mentions gore. I answer honestly, because again id only ever used horror movie screenshots. To Fascists And Pedophiles.

im not elaborating this is my post. it explains itself but its added here as it was in the callout

now we get to malistaire. i will say right now. I have nothing against malistaire personally. i also cannot check their tumblr so will default to they them. if these are the wrong pronouns i apologize but i quite literally cannot confirm.

Malistaire does have a history with our group. we are a friend group called the overdosis group chat. other members may dislike malistaire. that is not my problem quite frankly. i do not hold any ill will or intentions toward them. as you can see in both screenshots. Neither Discord Message Is From Me. I have NO obligation to take responsibility for other people in a shared server especially when i am one of the least active members. I believe the first message was prompted by malistaires old blog having a post that implied our group might be stalking them. we were not. as far as i know they left the server due to personal drama with one member. the second dm is also not me. my name is not liv, you may notice. i am not responsible for this. adding it to a post about me is pointless at least and misinformation at most.

they go on to list other members. which is irrelevant to a post about me. but i find the comment about the groups name most interesting because

Malistaire Was An Original Member Of The Group. They Had Joined The Server Twice Actually.

they were aware of the suicide note (of a racist, mind you) and even joked about it in the server. They do not mention this at all on the callout.

they also partook in sending death threats. alongside us.

im out of image space i will continue this in a reblog. please do not reblog this post in its current state.

[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part IV/X

Pairing: alpha!stepbrother Ransom Drysdale and omega!stepsister reader

Summary: There’s something different about you, and Ransom isn’t the only one who notices anymore.

Words: ~2.6k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (alpha/omega dynamics, slight dub con due to omegaverse, very intense Omega heat, f receiving oral sec, scenting, barely there use of a sex toy, mentions of throat training and oral knotting) Lance Tucker is an asshole, almost an Alpha fight, protective but nervous about that fact Ransom, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: We are starting to get more into soft dark territory with our wicked stepbrother. The man really has played himself here, he is very lost for his bunny. Next chapter is going to get super intense with this, so y’all should hold onto your hats!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Ransom grumbled when he finally parked the beemer, stretching his neck as he rose to his feet and dreaming about losing himself in a glass of scotch while you sat on his lap and let him play with your pussy. He actually hated that he hadn’t seen you for three days, but it’s not like he could bring you with him when he had to spend time with his loser father. God, he hated Richard. All he wanted was to just keep training you and that pretty little mouth of yours, not that you needed it, fucking natural that you were.

“Hey man, you live here?” Ransom jumped when he was pulled out of his reverie by some strung out looking strange Alpha trying to grab his jacket, snarling at the man and rising to his full height until he finally took a step back. “Can you just… just let me in for a minute, man.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Ransom snarled and stopped trying to unlock the gate, looking around and letting his frown deepen when he noticed what seemed to be a pack of ragged looking Alphas milling around the building. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“No, c’mon man…” the idiot finally started to back off when he noticed Ransom’s fist clenching at his side, putting up an appeasing hand and backing away.

“I said fucking leave, all of you, or I’m gonna call the fucking cops.” Ransom sneered when they started to scatter, moving back to unlock the gate once they were gone. “What the fuck?”

Ransom shook it off as he moved inside, smiling a little when even the lobby seemed to have a faint trace of your scent. It was a little weird that he got a dirty look from one of his neighbors when he pressed the button to call his private elevator, scoffing when the little Omega gave him a haughty sniff before she dragged her exhausted looking Alpha past him and out the door, like he had done something to personally offend her. What the hell was going on?

All his questions flew out of his head when the door to the penthouse opened and the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine and vanilla hit him like a punch to the gut. It had never been this strong before, he couldn’t fathom what would do this, if he hadn’t been so hungry for you it might’ve made him gag. He felt like he was in a haze as he staggered towards your bedroom with a tortured growl, his need only getting more intense when he heard you let out a lilting moan and made him have to brace himself on the wall.

“Bun… oh god, bunny?” Ransom took a deep breath and growled when your only answer was a pained whine and what felt like another wave of your scent washed over him. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Alpha…”

Ransom swore when he walked into your room and got a look at you, leaning against the doorframe as he took you in and tried not to pass out.

You were in heat, and he’d never seen anything like it. You mewled and keened as you writhed in the middle of the nest you’d made of his sweaters and scarves and soft blankets, your skin slick and shiny with sweat as your swollen cunt throbbed and leaked arousal all over your thighs that you couldn’t stop squeezing together.

“Ah fuck… bunny, shit.” He groaned when you let out another moan, your body jolting when another cramp wracked you and he had to fight the urge to go to you as he felt his control slipping. “Honey, why aren’t your suppressants working? I’ve never seen a heat this bad.”

“‘M not… mmmmm.” His presence might have been making it worse, when your eyes met his your entire core throbbed at the sight of his lust darkened gaze and made you woozy. “Not on suppressants.”

“Jesus fuck.” That would explain why everything was so intense, he didn’t think he’d ever met an Omega who wasn’t suppressants before. He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth as he stepped closer to you, his gaze trained on your dewy breasts and the way they were heaving as you took deep breaths. “What can I do to help, bunny, just tell me.”

“I don’t… oh!” Your eyes fluttered closed when he reached out and barely brushed his fingers over your ankle, your back arching violently as a pang of pleasure shot through you before you curled your body curled in on itself. “I’m not supposed to do anything, it’s my lot as an Omega.”

“Bullshit.” Your parents were such assholes, it was probably your bastard father’s idea to make you suffer like this because he just wanted to lord over Omegas that much. “Bunny, lemme see.”

“I can’t…”

“Shut up, I said present, Omega.” Ransom couldn’t take it anymore, the command leaving his throat in a deep growl as he leaned over you and licked his lips. It was the first Alpha command he’d ever given in his entire fucking life, he never felt the need before, but seeing you like this seemed to have broken something within him.

You shuddered before whimpering as you slowly rolled over, burying your face in one of his sweaters and breathing his scent deeply as you spread your legs and pulled your knees up to your chest until your hips were raised in the air. Your scent got even stronger when Ransom ran a hand down your spine, his cock growing painfully hard when he got a look at the warm mess between your thighs. Your pussy was so swollen and pulsing and leaking so much slick he could probably live off of drinking nothing but you for a week, and the way you kept clenching around nothing was making his knees weak.

“Christ, bunny, you poor thing.” His fingers gripped your ass cheeks and pulled them apart so he could really inspect you, your scent filling his lungs and making his eyes droop as all of his resolve broke. “Gonna help, ‘Mega, it’s okay.”

Ransom growled before bending forward and burying his face in your sex, winding his arms around your thighs and keeping you pressed close as he breathed you in as much as he could. You keened when he wrapped his entire mouth around your pussy and sucked before swirling his tongue over your slit, the heady taste of you and the feeling of you clenching against his lips making him growl into your cunt and sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.

He grunted as he rose on his knees and kept his tight grip on your hips, shoving his tongue inside you and slurping up the slick that was still pouring out of you, and letting his eyes fall closed as he lost himself in you. Your body just sagged in his arms as you whined and let him take what he wanted from you, the pain that had been wrenching your gut lessening when he dragged his tongue over your clit and rubbed his nose against your asshole while he basically made out with your cunt.

No one had ever made you feel like this, you were so used to the warmth and the pain and it felt strange to have someone work to make you more comfortable. Ransom’s tongue slid inside you as he groaned again and the sensation made you keen, your aching pussy clenching and trying to pull him as deep as possible as it wept to be filled with a knot. Your toes curled and you panted desperately when he kept stroking your swollen walls with his thick tongue, your whole body shivering when his bottom lip rubbed against your clit and made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Oh, Alpha…” the way your voice broke had Ransom diving even deeper into you, his lips molding to your petals with a luscious growl that sent a vibration through every single nerve until you started shaking. “Please…”

“My ‘Mega.” Ransom didn’t even realize what he was saying, he was so drunk on you, your sweet slick dripping down his chin and neck until the collar of his shirt was soaked as he kept pressing his fingers greedily into your flesh. “Good girl, my bunny. Jus’ let go, wanna taste all of you.”

His permission seemed to be all you needed, a wail escaping from your throat as every muscle in your body tightened and then released while your vision whited out. Ransom groaned when your release started flowing into his mouth, swallowing thickly over and over again as he savoured the taste of you coating his tongue and let the sheer pleasure that was running off of you almost drown him. He let you sag into the bed once you were finished, wrapping his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair as he made soft soothing noises.

“Thank you, Alpha.” You whined when you rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed your hair, your hindbrain begging for more of your Alpha’s touch and skin to skin contact but your mouth unable to form the words to ask.

“My sweet Omega.” It was the second time he said it and he didn’t even realize, his attention focused on you when another pained sounding whine left your lips and your body curled in on itself again. “No, bunny, oh shit tell me what else you need, I can’t take this.”

“Alpha…” you gasped when he turned you onto your back and ripped his shirt off, pressing his naked chest against yours and purring while he rubbed his nose over your cheek until you gave him a soft chirp. “I’ll be alright, I promise. The heat is when the Omega must take a knot, or suffer knowing that she hasn’t fulfilled her duties as a mate.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Yeah, he fucking hated your father, this was some grade A Old Testament bullshit you had to put up with. But he had also promised you that he wasn’t going to mate you, that you’d never take his knot so that you weren’t completely ruined when your parents found a fucking mate for you, because he knew they would take any scraps they could get to present you as some untouched thing, and the idea that he would’ve tasted you and ruined you for any other Alpha without him having any clue gave Ransom a thrill. Right now though, fuck if he just wanted to throw all that out the window and just keep you.

Shit.

“I’ll be back, bunny just hold on.” He disconnected almost reluctantly from you, pressing his lips to your temple when you whined and writhed before scrubbing his hands through his hair as he went to grab his phone and try to figure out a way to get you through this without losing himself.

Ransom frowned when he heard the lift moving only twenty minutes later, his hair ruined from all the times he’d repeatedly run his hands through it in frustration at how he’d almost completely lost himself in you. Lance was supposed to call so Ransom could meet him downstairs and get the shit he needed, he didn’t like the thought of another Alpha being in the house while you were like this.

“Drysdale…” Ransom tried not to snarl when Lance staggered off the elevator with an overly pleased smirk on his face, hating the way the asshole breathed deeply as his eyes fell closed before he hefted the bag that Ransom had asked for. “I brought your shit.”

“I said call and meet me downstairs.” Now Ransom was snarling, stepping in front of Lance when he tried to move back towards your bedroom when he heard you keen. “Don’t fucking try it.”

“Just let me see her. Christ.” Lance heaved in a deep breath and gripped the back of the couch with white knuckles as he started to prowl closer to Ransom. “You realize you can smell her from the fucking street, there’s a pack of damn junkies out there thinking about climbing the fucking fence. I just wanna get a look.”

“No.” Even though Ran was dealing with his own feelings about how much he wanted to lose himself in you, he was still present enough to know that letting Lance the asshole who had zero impulse control near you was a horrible idea. “Go home and fuck your hand or call up one of your skanks, you’re not seeing her.”

“You… oh fuck.” Lance chuckled dangerously when Ransom actually shoved him back when he tried to shoulder past him, both of them rising to their full height and snarling at each other as they stared each other down. “You said we could do whatever we wanted to her, Drysdale, what changed?”

“You can’t fucking control yourself.” Ransom could feel a sudden surge of protectiveness when Lance made to move past him again, clenching his fists and growling menacingly. “You try to lay a hand on her and I’ll fucking rip you apart, Tucker.”

“You gonna fight me, Ran?” Lance licked his lips as he smirked at Ransom and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your little toy got you wrapped around her finger? Probably be able to help with that if you just let me use her a little bit.”

“Out.” Ransom couldn’t even form a sentence, his vision went red suddenly and all he wanted was to rip his friend apart. “Get the fuck out, I will fucking kill you.”

“God… shit.” Lance grunted when Ransom shoved him back towards the elevator, trying to regain his feet and not getting the chance when Ransom grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall. “Fuck, you really are pussy whipped for this bitch.”

“I see you again you’d better have a fucking apology ready, douchebag.” Calling you a bitch was the wrong move, Ransom almost rammed his fist into that cocky smirk without thought, settling for throwing him into the lift when the doors opened and taking some deep breaths.

“Whatever, you’ll be begging me to help you ruin her once you realize how fucking lost you are, Drysdale, just wait.” Lance sneered as the door closed and Ransom let out a curse, running a hand through his hair again before grabbing the bag Lance had brought and heading back to your room.

“Alpha?” God, you looked beautiful, the breathy need of your voice only adding to the way your naked, heated flesh glistened under the lights as you wriggled and moaned for him. “Was someone here?”

“No one important, bunny.” Ransom sighed as he stepped closer to you, lightly gripping your ankle as he sat next to you on the bed and pulled what Lance had brought out of the bag. “I know it’s not a real knot, bunny, but maybe it’ll help, jut for when you’re in heat, okay? Your mate won’t want you to be in pain if they’re not around, I don’t care what your father or any of those books say.”

“Okay, Alpha.” You let out a little hiccup and spread your legs for Ransom when he teased the toy over your slit, sighing when he slid it inside you until the false knot locked it in place. “‘M your good ‘Mega, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Mmhm, my good Omega.” He’d panic about it later, right now he just wanted to be sure you were okay.

[wordsablaze]

Touch And Go

day six, where dick realises there’s no way to fit back into his life after returning from spyral...

A/N: blame spyral for this, i’m still mad about it. whumptober prompt: touch starved

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Cold had become a constant in Dick’s life.

Cold words, cold stares, cold nights, cold shoulders, cold drinks, cold reports, cold hands, cold everything .

He thinks the cold might have been the worst part of being undercover. Because sure, the risks and the deadlines and the uncertainty hadn’t exactly been fun, but the cold had been something beyond awful: the cold had been lonely.

Dick grew up surrounded by people and love and warmth, and then he grew up around fewer people and more subtle love but somehow just as much warmth, and then he became a part of the people and love and warmth that yet another version of his family was growing up surrounded by.

He didn’t always do a great job of providing love and warmth, he knows, but he tried. And he liked to think that it had worked because every time he felt like the nights were too dark or too long or too haunted, nostalgia had only brought back memories of smiles and bickering and warmth that fuelled him to keep working, to keep fighting, to just generally keep going.

Only, he must have thought wrong.

He must have, because now he’s back to living normally and he’s actually allowed to exist in daylight and everything should be fine, but it’s not; he hadn’t been foolish enough to think everyone would forgive him immediately - pretending he was dead is far worse than dropping off the grid for a few days after a fight - but he had apparently been foolish enough to think everyone would forgive him at all.  

Nightwing returns with relative ease but Dick Grayson finds himself unwanted.

He’s unwanted when he tries to talk to Jason about the classics he’d read to cope but finds himself met with only vague comments about their opinions being mismatched. He’s unwanted when he offers Tim help with his research for a case he’s been looking into all night but finds himself met with barely polite dismissals. He’s unwanted when he offers to take Damian out for some fun but finds himself met with scowls and excuses that only half make sense.

So he stops trying to be wanted.

He leaves Gotham.

He finds a new place in Bludhaven and spends every night throwing around threats and punches until the crime rate drops to unprecedented low levels, then continues to patrol as if his life depends on it anyway. He won’t admit it, but it somewhat does.

And he knows he’s getting a very strange reputation because every gang has a different theory about his return and why his puns are often mixed with bloodlust and why he never seems to sleep, but he couldn’t care less - he doesn’t let himself care because caring is warm and he is oh so cold and there’s no changing that.

Some days, usually after bad nights, he craves warmth. He craves hands running gently through his hair, he craves arms wrapped tightly around him, he craves fingers intertwined seamlessly with his own, he craves and craves and craves so badly that it hurts.

There are no painkillers that work against this kind of cold.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s summer or winter, the cold sticks to his skin like lichen to a rock. He wants desperately for someone to replace it with the warmth of human contact but his only option is getting into fights and although trading punches with the criminal underworld can be a good distraction, he’s still on his own again by the time he gets back from patrol.

“Richard?”

Well, he’s usually on his own.

He flinches at the sound of his name, not having heard anyone say it for far too long, instinctively unsheathing his escrima sticks and positioning himself defensively because he can’t think of anyone who would be in his apartment unless they’re trying to kill him.

“There’s no need for that, it’s just me.”

Me?

Me, who?

Dick drops his escrima sticks, not sure whether he does so because something in his head tells him the voice can be trusted or if he just doesn’t care enough to protect himself any longer.

“Richard?”

This time, the voice sounds concerned and Dick finally looks up.

He blinks.

And blinks again, because there’s no way Damian is standing in front of him right now.

There’s no way anyone can be standing in front of him right now. He hasn’t spoken to any of his family - if he’s even still allowed to call them that - for weeks and they’ve given no indication of caring what he’s been doing or even where he is so Damian being here is illogical at best and another hallucination at worst.

“Richard- Dick? Are you hurt?”

It’s the use of his preferred nickname that jolts Dick out of his shock. He swallows and shakes his head, pulling himself upright and resisting the urge to ask how Damian is doing, how everyone is doing, how the people he loves but isn’t loved back by are doing without him.

“Damian. It’s uhm, it’s really nice to see you. Is there something I can help you with?” he asks, smiling.

Damian frowns at him, glancing between his abandoned weapons and the awkward way he’s holding himself before clicking his tongue. “Alfred would like to invite you back home for dinner.”

Dick laughs.

“Home?” he echoes.

The manor hasn’t been his home since he died.

Home is people and love and warmth and the manor is none of those things. It can’t be any of those things because everyone living there hates him and everything about the place leaves him feeling empty and everywhere he goes, he is always alone and cold.

“I would also appreciate your presence,” Damian adds softly, stepping forwards.

Under any other circumstances, Dick would congratulate his little brother on expressing his feelings. But now he knows better than to think Damian would tolerate that so he just steps back, wrapping his arms around his stomach and clenching his hands into fists around his suit. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Richard, I-”

“It’s okay, I know you can’t forgive me,” Dick interrupts, knowing that anything Damian says would probably break him to the point of no return. “You don’t need to explain, I don’t blame you. I- I love you and… and I understand. And I’m sorry- I’m so, so, sorry. I just- I get it and I’m so sorry.”

Before Damian can get any closer, Dick grabs his escrima sticks and all but flings himself out of the window, knowing that he can never go back to that apartment and will most definitely have to relocate once more. But that’s okay because anything and anywhere will be better than being reminded of the people he will never see again, of the love he will never share again, of the warmth he will never feel again.

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accidentally turned him into a more angsty elsa, oops-

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thanks for reading !! masterlist | dc sideblog: @batfamvibes

[tyrannuspitch]

tagged by @kidrat (ty!!)

Why did you choose your url? in honour of richard campbell gansey iii, ya fantasy autistic icon of prophesied doom (i have a brand and i'm sticking to it)

Any sideblogs? If you have anyway, name them and say why you have them. technically yes but i haven't used it in at least year. it's basically a pinterest for story ideas but i've abandoned most of them

How long have you been on tumblr? since 2013, but this blog is from late 2015

Do you have a queue tag? i have never queued a post and i never will

Why did you start your blog in the first place? i migrated here from the nanowrimo young writer's programme forums... i haven't done nanowrimo since i was 12 but it was my first exposure to a queer community so uh. thanks for that i guess

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? in honour of tyrannus basilton pitch iii, ya fantasy autistic icon of prophesied doom. (what can i say.) it's by @aellae if they're still on tumblr?

Why did you choose your header? it's the same fanart zoomed out, which gives you the full context and effect. smthn about this painting particularly rlly captures the combination of nostalgia/whimsy with genuine threat/angst/melancholia that this story thrives on

What's your post with the most notes? i wrote a pretty basic mental health psa thing in like 2016 that somehow got like. 60k notes. i've deleted it now and it was a weight of my chest

How many followers do you have? like 65. rip to everyone i soft- and hardblocked to keep it that way but this is an invitation only event

How many people do you follow? about 80. a lot of them only post once or twice a day so it's manageable. (edit: i was wrong it's 44. idk why i just said this without checking)

Have you have made a shitpost? yes, and like many geniuses, i have gone unappreciated in my time :'(

How often do you use Tumblr daily? too often

Have you ever had a fight/argument with a blog? yeah but i hated it. i used to get into fights on nanowrimo (i know) all the time and then after that i was involved in ace discourseTM but i just can't do it anymore.

How do you feel about people saying “you need to reblog this post?” i have unfollowed and probably even hardblocked ppl for it in the past

Do you like tag games? yes i love to ramble aimlessly. love to be enabled

Do you like ask games? ask games feel a little more risky bc with tag games someone tags *you* and it's a fun surprise, but with ask games you're *asking* ppl to engage. but mostly yes

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? uhhh. no one afaik

Do you have a crush on a mutual? no i don't think i've ever had a crush on someone i haven't met irl and idek what half of you guys even look like sorry

tagging @sol1loqu1st @solderlessbreadbird @aro-caduceus (no pressure ofc)

[monkberries]

Tagged by the beautiful @eppysboys :)

1. Why did you choose your url?

It’s a great song, one of my favourites on Ram, and I just love the sound of the word. Good mouth feel.

2. Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them?

This is a sideblog lmao, but I do have another sideblog for a YouTube channel called redlettermedia, @thegrabowskis. I just really like their videos. They're a constant source of laughter when I need it and an endless, bottomless source for movie recommendations when I'm bored.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I made my main in February 2011, good god. I think this one was made in mid 2016.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No queues on the sideblog we die like men

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

It was taking over my main a little bit, I didn’t want to subject my non Beatle friends to that constantly lol.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

My friend Piv @ladyjaneasher made it for me! I love that picture of John, I love his irreverence and playfulness so much.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Pretty sky

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Not counting a quote from Come Together by Richard White, this one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. They’re all lovely though

10. How many followers do you have?

1,438 little fireflies zipping and flickering around here

11. How many people do you follow?

73! I like to keep it tight lol

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

When am I NOT shitposting would be a better question

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Oh, probably. Yeah, I remember one specific one I think where I called them out on them saying it was disrespectful to write fanfic about John’s death when they were literally writing a fanfic about John's death lmao. I wouldn’t say I “won” though. No one wins internet arguments.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Instant rage

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes, I don’t usually do the ones that are reblog chains though

17. Do you like ask games?

Depends on the game, but yeah!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I think Beatles fandom blogs are a bit too niche to be truly tumblr famous. But I have seen posts of @james-winston's do some numbers

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I love all of them equally

20. Tags !!

@lindamccartney @james-winston @savageandwise

[chikkou]

I'd ask this on your Lisa sideblog but you don't have anon on and I'm shy lol, but do you have any headcanons relating to Lisa the First? Like Lisa's views on religion, her relationship with her mother, if any of the various worlds we see mean anything?

hoh man i didnt even know anon wasnt on LMAO... ill turn it on after i post this!

also fuck YEAH i do holy shit i fucking LOVE lisa the first!! i know its sort of the black sheep of the lisa series, since it is a completely different type of game and was clearly austins first game, but i fucking ADORE it dude. the music - which he made ENTIRELY IN THE FREE TRIAL OF FL STUDIO BY THE WAY - is FANTASTIC, the art direction is actually pretty fucking incredible for an rpgmaker game that uses a good deal of basic assets, and the gameplay.... ok yeah that part is a bit lacking but its a yume nikki-style game be nice it was his first time LMAO

ANYWAY back to ur question. first and foremost, i think this is not even a headcanon so much as straight up canon, but lisa DESPISES christianity. marty is christian, probably catholic given the golden crosses everywhere, and he is a fucking scumbag hypocrite. lisa likely associates all of christianity with this line of thinking, as there is one room in the bile area where the melted martys (although i suppose we can just call them joy mutants now LMAO) simply stand in a circle surrounding one big cross. the role of the melted martys is up for interpretation of course, as is everything, but after playing the painful and seeing them described as “mindless sheep,” i think this is how lisa viewed them. so they likely represent other people that, to lisa, are probably just as sick and disgusting as marty

lisas relationship with her mother... i go back and forth on this one a lot. i can never decide if i prefer the headcanon that lisas mom died in childbirth, and so lisa never met her, or if i prefer that lisas mom was around for a very short time and then either left or died. the fact that she says “i didnt want to leave” at the end of the first leads me to believe that she most likely died. in either case, the memory of her mother was clearly important to lisa, as she wears her pendant through the entire game and its explicitly noted as being a gift from her. in either case, i think that the death/absence of the mother is heavily implied to be the primary cause behind martys descent into alcoholism and lisas abuse, since the white room strongly implies that marty did at one time sincerely love and care for her as a father properly should 

as for the meaning of each of the rooms, i think most of them are fairly self explanatory, but some of them are a bit more vague, so ill break it down in terms of how i see it (and ill put them under the cut because its long as hell):

martys house - this is the most literal one. pretty self-explanatory. the dark, yet vibrant colors and the ear-bleedingly loud tv are pure sensory overload, something lisa probably deals with on a regular basis. when lisa goes outside and it turns into a sky of marty faces, i think this is the transition into the psychological part of the game

the lobby - this is honestly just pure yume nikki ripoff LMAO... but if i had to ascribe a symbolic meaning to it, i think its probably a quiet and safe area for lisa to retreat to in her mind when she needs it, but even that eventually gets sullied as tricky rick makes his way there, too (and tells her hes “just waiting” when she talks to him). the majority of gameplay is lisa searching for items with which to kill tricky rick, who always abuses and disparages her whenever she talks to him, telling her she’ll never forget. as for the reason why... well, take one look at him and its pretty clear whats going on there. (the name is also a reference to richard nixon, whose nickname was... well, you can figure it out!)

the town - the bar area is 100% my favorite from this world; lisa clearly hates alcohol and anyone who drinks it, associating them all with marty, and that music... all i can say is YUCK. the entire section also consists of lisa having to give up something in exchange for what she needs to move on, and usually getting the raw end of the deal out of it (she gives one marty a banana, he gives her a banana peel in return). she does all that while avoiding a marty following her outside who repeatedly tells her “you cant escape,” and upon reaching tricky rick (who is atop a narrow, columnar, PINK mountain), it becomes pretty clear whats happening to her. 

the sea room - fucking marty spiders man. im assuming they represent the sickly feeling of crawling skin she gets when she looks at him or is anywhere near him, but holy GOD they are annoying to deal with. she kills tricky rick with pills here - we dont know what kind of pills these are, but i interpret them as sleeping pills, and given the rumbling music and the rapid cycling marty background, i wonder if he forced her to take these. marty is everywhere here, but the only one she can speak to is seen chilling on a raft of some kind. marty likely spent much of his time recreationally, i.e. drinking, so it makes sense why this would be here

the rope room - theres no symbolism here this is just pure comedy (LMAO). if i HAD to assign some meaning to this area, it would be that lisa likely is so despondent at this point that putting in effort to do anything feels utterly pointless, much like climbing this long-ass rope was

the white room - as i mentioned earlier, i personally believe that this area depicts the previous relationship between marty and lisa (and also has one of my favorite songs in the game). he is shown doing traditional fatherly things - he is no longer wearing sunglasses and is wearing a suit, meaning he was likely employed, and is actually smiling. he also spends time with her in a completely platonic, familial way. when she interacts with him, there is a little heart over his head. after lisa walks through the golden statues (which will reappear later), the entire world becomes filled with bile, and martys appearance returns to that of the other martys, but with an extremely warped, grotesque face. the item she needs in this area to kill tricky rick is found between two golden crosses.

notice that all of the items she kills tricky rick with - a razor, pills, and now a plastic bag - are things that a child could plausibly get their hands on; none of them are explicitly weapons. i think this shows both her age and how often she must have considered using those things against him. 

the bile room - probably my favorite area in the game, and also features what i consider the quintessential lisa song. this area really drives home lisas disgust with marty and with christianity as a whole - it almost certainly has the highest concentration of crosses, and it is also quite literally covered in wall-to-wall bile, dirty water, and disgusting houses. a lot of the most graphic sights, like the melting martys and the pond martys (no idea what to call them LMAO) are here, so i think this is pretty much the lowest circle of hell for lisa. marty gives lisa a freshly cut finger in exchange for a napkin here; im not necessarily sure what that represents, but i think the napkin was used by marty to masturbate (as he says “i needed that” after he takes it), so perhaps the finger is martys?

lisa kills tricky rick here in a cave that is not-so-subtly shaped like a penis, and gets a vhs tape in which he pretty explicitly states what is going on in the game; he even pretends like he doesnt know who lisa is at first, which somehow makes it even more disgusting. the fact that vhs tapes play a role here sort of makes me wonder if marty really WAS filming some of what he was doing, and given that lisa the joyful confirms that brad was forced to somehow participate in lisas abuse, that is.... horrific to think about, honestly

the marty tape - this tape just has the player (as marty) walk up to lisa and suited marty, who are having a tea party with a plastic tea set. they both get hearts over their heads if you talk to them. i think this drives home that he and lisa did once have a normal relationship, and perhaps theres some part of marty who misses that? theres a LOT of ways you can interpret this; having the player become marty really calls a lot into question.

the mansion - the room leading here has a marty staring directly at the player who informs lisa that she needs a sword to progress. unsubtly, the sword must be placed into the crotch of a womans statue. the mansion inside is beautiful and ornate, and easily the most gorgeous area in the game - and it all leads to what appears to be a proto-joy mutant marty, sort of looking like jabba the hutt. i dont doubt that this is intentional, given that jabba the hutt is associated with slave leia, and its not at all a far leap to call lisa martys slave. the golden statues of women, as well as many golden crosses, are everywhere in this area. its actually quite a large space with a lot of thought put into it, so im really upset that i cant figure out more of what it represents LMAO

the final area - lisa seems to go back to her actual house, but upon leaving her room and entering whether the living room would be, the whole area changes. she encounters herself in a blood red room, but when she talks to the other lisa, she turns into marty. i think this represents a clear question - who is lisa without him? IS she anyone? or is she just a vessel for him to do with what he pleases? she encounters a naked marty telling her to give up shortly after, and flees from him, but is followed by voices repeatedly telling her that she must accept her fate. i think this clearly show the mental state of lisas last days. she was tormented, eternally. she truly felt there was no escape from marty. even the background becomes nothing but martys face, over and over again, as the end screen flashes.

at the end text, she finds a video tape, and in the tape sees someone who is ostensibly her mother from behind. she apologizes for not being there for her, but when that figure turns out, its martys face that she sees. the sky turns into marty. the music becomes corrupted and overrun with pretty fucked up laughter. she tries to run, but marty is already everywhere. theres nowhere for her to run. and then the game is over.

note that the video tape comes AFTER the games end screen, which stops not long after the appearance of the naked marty. so i personally believe that the “game over” represents her deciding to take her own life, rather than just give up and accept her fate. by running from him into the blackness, she got away from marty the only way she could have. it is sad and horrible, but that is honestly the best ending that she could have gotten in this game.

the first is definitely not as good as the painful in terms of gameplay, that much i can agree on, but i really think people miss out on a lot by not playing it. i think its really crucial to see lisas life from her own perspective before you can see it from brads - after all, brad may have known more than anyone else about what was going on, but he did not experience it like lisa did. for brad, lisa is a symbol of his own regrets and failures, but lisa was a PERSON (well, in-universe anyway LMAO). she suffered on her own, with pretty much no one to help her, and then she suffered so much that she couldnt take another second of it. 

[spookieloop]

5 MALE CHARACTERS I LOVE

Tagged by: @fadedjacket Thank you!!! I think I’m also going to take the opportunity to go on about WHY I love these characters

1: Doom-Head (Rob Zombie’s 31)

First and Foremost I love Doom-Head because I’m thirsty AF, but beyond that the character absolutely steals the show; Richard Brake gave a STUNNING performance. He’s a fun character because he seems like he’d be just an edgy-grimdark type of character, but he is the kind of loser trash man who says the word “dong” and loves the sound of his own voice so much he fucks himself over(and he absolutely IS an edgelord). BEYOND affectionate ripping on the character, he is actually so TRAGIC when you think about the time period the movie takes place in, and the fact that Rob Zombie is a very smart man with a great love of the time period. In the movie, we catch glimpses of Doom-Head’s mental state, which is obviously...suffering; compounded by the fact that the movie takes place in the late 70s, and the fact that the character is at least in his forties(Brake is in his 50s), there was absolutely no such thing as decent mental health care in his youth. I could talk for hours about this character. And I have on my Horror Side Blog @its-monster-mash

2: Porter Gage (Fallout 4)

I HAVE talked for hours about how much I love Porter Gage and why, I run a Gage Request blog at @raiders-r-us, and a general fallout sideblog @0nce-in-a-bluem00n

Basically, Porter Gage is a companion in Fallout 4’s Nuka World DLC and is your second in command as you lead and manage a group of Raiders; though he has personal morals that go above and beyond your standard raider. If you go down his friendship/romance route, he will open up to you about his backstory and how he became a raider in the first place. In short, as he grew up he watched his family constantly knuckle under to raider gangs, and at age 13 he ran off and joined a mercenary company...who also knuckled under to raiders. So from 16 on he’s been a raider. It’s the only life he ever really knew.

I ADORE his character because if his parents had stood up to the raiders, or his mercenary company had been a little tougher, Gage would almost definitely not have become a raider. Unlike the typical raiders of the Fallout universe, Gage hates chem use, and has a strong work ethic(to the point where he will get pissed if the player chooses lazy dialogue choices); those two things alone set him above the rest, but it also can’t be ignored how intelligent Gage is. He’s been leading the Nuka raiders from the sideline(he chooses to be second in command to avoid a bullseye on his back) since before they found Nuka World, he cares deeply about his people whether he would admit it or not. IN SHORT, Gage is such a dynamic character and I live for that shit.

3: John Seed (Far Cry 5) Farcry Sideblog is @wrath-of-eden

Dear Sweet Johnny Boy. Honestly, I walked into the living room when my husband was playing Far Cry, the loading screen with John’s picture came up, and we were both SHOOK because he resembles my husband A LOT(like right down to the outfit, John’s outfit is basically what my husband wore to our wedding); so I was predisposed to like John.

What I WASN’T prepared for was how emotional I would get when I played through Far Cry 5 myself and learned John’s backstory. I didn’t go through the same religious torture John did, and I never struggled with drug addiction, but I did have a very traumatic childhood that resaulted in a similar “Yes” complex and intense need for approval. Up until a few years ago when I had a scary moment that taught me the importance of enforcing boundaries, almost every significant figure in my life took advantage of my inability to say no, often in malicious ways. To me, John represents someone who never had that awakening. The evil shit John does, he does because he BELIEVES it; that becomes undeniable in his death seen(in the gif). John was tortured and made to believe it was good and necessary, so he believes he is doing the right thing when he tortures people; Joseph only reinforces this. As horrible as the torture aspect to his character is, I see too much of myself in him not to feel for the character.

4: Cullen (Dragon Age) Dragon Age Sideblog is @the-greyest-warden

I have been crushing on this character since he was an awkward blushing mess in DAO, so being able to romance him in Inquisition?? You bet your ass I jumped at the opportunity. This character appears in both earlier Dragon Age games, so I jumped in FULLY aware of his trauma...but I didn’t expect his addiction arc.

I loved Cullen’s entire storyline; I think his timeline of trauma/lashing out/healing felt very natural. People hate on Cullen for having been harsh against mages, but he was TORTURED by mages he probably knew since he was young; the evils from both mages and Templars he experienced in Kirkwall would be a compelling case for his negative feelings, the growth he has done by Inquisiton is honestly so impressive, and really shows what a compassionate and critically thinking character Cullen is. His addiction plot line takes it to a whole new level for me personally though, because my husband was an addict when I met him; so I am very intimate with the reality of watching your loved one suffer through withdrawals, and watching the person you love reach his breaking point and still push himself beyond it. (My husband has been clean for over two years now, and our son turned one year old last week ❤️)

5: Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

The gif says it all. Vegeta has been my favorite character on DBZ since I was a little girl first watching his villainous little ass land on earth. From then to current DBZ content? Vegeta’s character growth is absolutely immeasurable. He went from big bad villain to a fiercely devoted husband and father(certainly a much better husband and father than Goku has ever been). His development was so gradual it never felt out of place; I don’t think there is any other beloved character from my childhood for whom new content continues to be made who has NEVER disappointed me.

Tagging: @thatpinkthot @atomkatz @chazz-anova @just-an-adventurer @undead-gearhead @aimsharpfloora @booklover2929 @xredskullxx

[beautifulpaxielreads]

April Wrap Up

Books completed (ratings out of five stars)

Catching fire (The Hunger Games #2) * by Suzanne Collins, audiobook read by Tatiana Maslany

Slay (Slay #1) by Kim Curran

Books currently in progress

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Mockingjay (The Hunger Games #3) * by Suzanne Collins, audiobook read by Tatiana Maslany

*reread

Challenges, Games, and other Booklr interactions

Completed Aliteraryprincess’s Top 50 Beautiful Book Covers quiz on listchallenges.com, set by @aliteraryprincess​ (my result here, see tags)

 Answered @doughtahturns​’ question on reading experience during pandemic (link)

Answered question What’s your opinion on big books? asked by @readbooks-drinkcoffee​ (link)

Discussion with @readbooks-drinkcoffee on our respective current reads (full thread here, nb original question asked from my non-book blog, @beautifulpaxiel​)

Original Posts on Tumblr (NEW section)

Posted photograph of my current reads as at April 17 (link)

Posted moodboard for A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood (link)

Reflections on April’s Reading Goals

To my regret, I had to put Radio Silence (Alice Oseman) and The Gilded Wolves (Roshani Chokshi), and Ace of Shades on my DNF pile. I just wasn’t enjoying them enough to continue with them. I was disappointed by Radio Silence in particular, especially since reading I Was Born for This left me on such a high. Don’t get me wrong, it was written beautifully, but it didn’t have the knock-out punch that I Was Born for This had.

I also put down my audiobook reread of Amanda Foody’s Ace of Shades. I might try it again later, I’m just not really in the mood now.

I’m still reading Northanger Abbey, but I find myself not inclined to pick it up. I do want to keep going with it though, because I remember liking it on my first attempt. I also finished Slay, which was lighthearted and fun – but I don’t think I’ll read the sequel. One book was enough.

 Participated in some Booklr interaction but I’m definitely not up to my usual standards.

 I read NO books on my backlist. Oops.

 I think the spreadsheet may have been a mistake. Call me lazy if you want, but it just seems like too much upkeep. Maybe I’ll remove some categories to make it easier for myself. I’m a bit sad though because I had such noble intentions! 

I DID end up making a moodboard – using Canva. Unfortunately, the only notes it got were from me reblogging it. Maybe I should try again using a more well-known book?

 I’ve made a start on The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. I’m finding it a bit slow-going at the moment but I plan to stick with it. Didn’t start On the trail of Genghis Khan yet but I plan to this month.

I’m close to the end of Tatiana Maslany’s reading of Mockingjay. As usual, her work is excellent, although I forgot what a tough slog the third book is. Grim doesn’t really cover it.

New followers

36 new followers

This brings my total number of followers to a WHOPPING 792! Only 8 more before I get to 800 followers, which is more than I ever thought I’d get for this little sideblog. Thank you all!

Interesting observations

Well, this was a successful month…NOT! But I’ve been looking at other monthly wrap-ups being posted for April and it seems like everyone else is in the same boat as me – thrown for a loop by the COVID-19 pandemic. Suddenly I have got way too much time on my hands and even though you would THINK that I’ve got no excuse now not to read, it hasn’t happened.

Ditto with interaction on Booklr.

Reading (and reading-related) Goals for May

Finish all the books in progress – it can’t be THAT difficult, right?

Start On the trail of Genghis Khan

Start at least one of my 3 e-books (Joanna Ruth Meyer’s Echo North, Cameron Dokey’s The Storyteller��s Daughter, or If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio)

Reread Neal Shusterman’s Scythe and then read second book in the Arc of a Scythe trilogy, Thunderhead. I MAY get to the third book, The Toll if there is time, otherwise I’ll carry that one into June (and maybe by then social restrictions will have eased).

Start at least ONE book from my backlist

Start Saga Land by Richard Fidler and Kári Gíslason

Make at least ONE more moodboard

Participate in at least one book challenge or game on Tumblr

Read my new library hold, As far as the stars by Virginia Macgregor

I think that’s quite enough to be getting on with, don’t you?

See you all in one month for the May Wrap-Up!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Realizations

The “L” Word

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: Three times you and Ransom almost said “I love you” before finally accepting it.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, choking kink, mentions of public sex, mentions of infidelity (not from our couple), cream pie, implied cockwarming), so much fluff, smudge of angst, asshole Thrombeys and frat boy friends, soft Ransom, idiots in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This one’s a little on the shorter side since these two were pretty close to this particular milestone before they actually made things official. Plus now we’re moving from the absolute idiocy they exhibited when they started off and their starting to accept their feelings, which means there’s gonna be a lot of emotional shit over the next few chapters!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Ransom tried to hide his grin behind his palm as you laid into his uncle. The dumbass had made the mistake of calling Ransom a spoiled creep in front of you, and you had gone off. You were in the middle of telling him to check his son’s browser history before throwing words like creep around when Ransom pulled you away, his face buried in your hair to muffle his laughter when you chided Linda and Richard to jump in and defend their son any fucking time.

“Baby, I think you made your point.” He brushed his knuckles over your cheek once he got you into the foyer, pressing you into the wall as you huffed with annoyance and pressing his lips to your forehead.

“That asshole just pisses me off so much.” You scrunched up your face when he kissed along the bridge of your nose, winding your arms around him and holding him close while he hummed in agreement. “I don’t like the way he talks about you, or any of them really.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” He cupped your jaw so he could tilt your head back and mold his lips to yours, stroking your tongue with his and purring when you pulled him even closer.

“You know you shouldn’t be, though.” You ran your nose over his as you gazed into his eyes, giving him a serious look as he breathed deeply. “Ran, you don’t need to put up with that shit, you don’t deserve it. You know that, right?”

Ransom felt his chest tighten as he took in the concern in your voice and etched on your face. Part of him had always felt like maybe he did deserve everyone’s animosity. He’d never had a real job, he lived off his parents and grandfather’s money, he was the definition of a spoiled rich boy. But you made him feel like maybe he could be more than that, made him want to do better and be better until he felt like he actually deserved the soft affection you gave him. Like he finally had a reason to make his own way in the world.

“I know.” He let his eyes fall closed when you kissed him again, humming with contentment when you brushed your fingers up his back so you could tangle them in his hair. “Let’s go back to my place so you can work out all that aggression, yeah?”

“Sure you don’t wanna just do it in the beemer again?” You grinned when he pulled you towards the front door, winding your fingers through his and dragging your feet a little until he yanked you after him.

“Nah, I’ve had enough of the scolding for tonight.” He pressed his chest to your back and nuzzled into your hair. “Want to be able to make you scream without having to worry about the fucking drama.”

Ransom didn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed to have lunch with his parents on his own, he was miserable. From the moment he sat down Linda had been doing her fucking best to completely dismiss his relationship with you, talking about all the blue bloods she’d been brown nosing who had eligible daughters. If he had to hear the phrase “just meet her, you never know” one more time, he was going to lose it.

He was pretty sure she would have threatened to cut him off if Harlan hadn’t been such a big fan of yours. Why she tied so much worth to his relationships was something he wished he could figure out. And how she managed to make him feel like a failure for not living up to her expectations.

It couldn’t be over fast enough. The only thing that got him through it was the fact that your condo was just ten minutes away, texting you as soon as his mother ran out of socialites to bore him with and rushing out of there before she thought of something else to harp him about. All he wanted was to bury himself in your soft warmth and let you make him feel like he wasn’t a piece of shit.

The sight of you standing on your front porch when he pulled up already did a lot to help his sour mood, doing his best to not slam the door to the beemer as he almost ran to you.

“Hey Ran.” You whined when he smashed his lips to yours as soon as he reached you, his hands gripping your waist tightly while you reached behind you to open the door. “You know you don’t actually have to go to everything your mother invites you to, right? You could've just spent the day with me.”

“I know, but I’m stupid.” He groaned when you bit at his ear as he dove on top of you when he reached your couch, tangling his limbs with yours as he buried his face in your neck. “So fucking stupid.”

“Baby, you’re not stupid.” You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled his face to yours, running your nose over his as he purred against your lips. “Not even a little.”

He just rested his forehead against yours as he breathed deeply, some warm sentiment rising in his chest and almost bubbling from his lips before he reined himself in. You smiled when he planted soft kisses over the curve of your jaw, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he mouthed at the column of your throat.

“Just lemme hold you for a bit.” He nuzzled into your chest and groaned when you kept massaging his scalp with your fingertips. “Need it.”

“Yeah? You need me to cuddle you, puppy?” You beamed at him when he gazed at you through his lashes while he kissed over the slopes of your breasts.

“I’m your puppy?” He rolled his body into yours while you twirled his hair through your fingers lazily.

“You want to be?” You cooed at him when he kissed your palm as you cupped his cheek.

“Yes.” He sighed as he rested his head between your breasts, nipping at the pads of your fingers as you dragged them over his lips. “I’ll be whatever you want.”

Ransom groaned when your hips met his again, fighting between gazing at you reverently and letting his eyes flutter closed with bliss.

Your fingers were pressing down on his tongue as you kept riding him, your thighs squeezing his hips while you tossed your head back and groaned. He was holding your waist tight as you kept grinding into him, not even caring when you smeared his own drool all over his face as you cupped his cheek while you lost yourself in your pleasure.

It had been that dumbass Logan that did it this time. The dick was on another break with Jessica, and it had been a whole night of him trying to get him to pick up some random sluts with him and giving him shit when he kept putting them off. He’d finally ditched him when he’d complained that he was getting poisoned by your pussy and ruining all his fun, saying that if you were good enough to tie him down you must be good enough to share. Like he’d ever let any of his friends touch you.

You didn’t even ask him what was wrong when he showed up drunk at your door, the look of unbridled need on his face softening you immediately until you were pulling him inside and kissing him deeply. He loved that you never pushed him to talk about things, content to let him seek comfort in you until he didn’t feel like such an asshole anymore. And you should have hated it, but every time he showed up at your door with yearning written all over him you felt your heart break a little bit, wanting nothing more than to wrap him up in your arms until all that hurt and despair was gone and he could finally see his own worth.

When your hand wrapped loosely around his throat he whined desperately, his body arching up into you and making you gasp as he started rolling his hips to meet yours. You squeezed just a little and ground into him and he lost it, his face screwing up in bliss as he let out a fluttering moan while his whole body shook with his release. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you as his warm cum painted your soft walls had you falling over the edge after him, a shiver traveling up your spine while your pussy clenched hard around him and coated him in your thick cream.

Ransom purred when you stretched out on top of him, his breath coming heavily as you nuzzled against his cheek and let out a pleased sound. You smiled softly when he kissed the hinge of your jaw while his arms wrapped around you and held you close, his voice murmuring low in your ear as he came down.

“You wanna stay the night, pup?” You nibbled on his ear while you rolled your body into his, sighing deeply and burying your face in his neck.

“Yeah.” Having you draped over him was making him feel all pleasant and warm. Even if he hadn’t still been feeling the buzz from all the alcohol he’d consumed, laying in your warm bed that smelled like sex and you always pulled his body into a deep state of relaxation that he never felt when he was alone. “Don’t wanna move from this spot.”

“Me either.” You cooed when he pulled the covers over the two of you, curling your limbs around him and snuggling closer as he pressed his lips to your hair. You took a deep breath and hummed when his rich, musky scent filled your lungs, letting the warmth of his presence pull you towards the peaceful sleep that fulfilling his needs always gave you.

[doctorhawke]

aaaaahh thank you @missveils for the tag because this is the first one of these ive gotten to do for this sideblog and aaaaaaaaaaaah im having so much fun

1. NAME: charlie

2. BIRTHDAY: june 27!!

3. SUN SIGN: cancer (and everybody says it makes sense for me jfdlskghdlskfj)

4. HEIGHT: 5’5′

5. HOBBIES/INTERESTS: oh jflksdjgslk i draw all the time constantly, used to embroider a BUNCH of patches and keep trying to make dragon age ones because i have ideas but no motivation to get back into it, i also make playlists constantly and ive kind of been thinking about posting some of my da ones here because i love formatting them (i have a whole series on my main blog aka star trek but ive been sapped for ideas there because im very hyperfixated. but its SO satisfying making them and posting them). also i guess i should shoutout that im a history major and i enjoy reading historical nonfiction books though usually i only manage reading them for classes jfldskgjls

6. FAVORITE COLOR: ohh either blue or red but definitely like bright jewel tones in general especially for wearing

7. FAVORITE BOOKS: i haven’t read anything in ages but. love invisible cities for the vibes, italo calvino can be super gross tho. love richard siken’s crush. love novala takamoto’s kamikaze girls. love michael ende’s the neverending story.

8. LAST SONG: at this very moment listening to local god by everclear which i have a lot of thoughts on re: my inquisitor and his polycule involvement with varric (theyre in bisexual rogues together)

9. LAST FILM/SHOW: my last movie was the psych 2 movie (it was STELLAR im SO SOFT and it has me thinking about my da2 psych au) though idk if thats like.... Film... in terms of film it would be portrait of a lady on fire. i wept. show is FJSDLKGJSDFJ GOD DONT LOOK AT ME BUT SUPERNATURAL i watch it with my dad and we started a rewatch, in season three now and its jflsdkhgldsfj its still good i wont lie please nobody make eye contact with me. i also have a spn au with my cousland sisters and eventually im going to post about that fjlskdgjslkfjdslkgjdslkghxclkgjlsdkglkfjklxghdlkgjlk

10. INSPIRATION: ohhhh music always. always always it helps so much with figuring out What Having OCs Means... Who They Are... and i love the motif potential

11. STORY BEHIND THE URL: oh literally my first hawke was a doctor. i was so afraid to fight that my gf built him for me and made him a mage healer who just buffs everyone... now that i have six hawkes hes literally perfect for that hes their support mage and nyx is their damage mage. i will always have a special place in my heart for steve he romanced anders and theyre in doctor love together. isabela hated him because he was such a goody goody and it broke my heart because i wanted to be friends with her so bad (dw every other hawke in my little family gets along famously with her fjlsdkgdslkfj)

tagging @merrybandofmurderers @magebastard @jowanmancer @fenrismissingeyebrows also there are like a million people i would tag but ive already seen answer them so everyone just take these vibes: <3333333