#I���m on yuri duty

[tomgregs]

*toxic failgirl yuri*

[unusualshrimp]

me in 2017: almost unable to enjoy romance media if it doesn't have gay cis men in it

me now: almost unable to enjoy romance media if it doesn't have lesbians in it

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: "Charlie, babe? Can you come over here for a sec? I need help proving a point."

Charlie: "Okay!"

Charlie: (ZOOMS over)

Charlie: "I'm here." (cradling vaggie's hand tenderly) (beaming) "How can I help...?"

Vaggie: "You just did."

Angel Dust: "Fuckin' show off."

Vaggie: (at angel dust) (Smug) "Your turn."

Charlie: "? Are we playing a game??"

Vaggie: "No but it's still gonna be fun."

Angel Dust: "Shush. I'm tryin' focus here! Ah-HEM."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husky man~ Would ya come over here an' help me with somethin', mr. whiskers-"

Husk: "No."

Angel Dust: "Pweeease~?"

Husk: "Fuck off."

Vaggie: "And there we have it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit! You're NOT more attractive than me, toots! Not even personality wise!"

Charlie: "Was that the point we're proving?"

Angel Dust: "NOTHIN'S PROVEN!"

Charlie: "Did it even need proving??? I mean, look at her."

Angel Dust: "I'm lookin'. It's a lesbian only her lover could love."

Charlie: "I DO really love her~"

Vaggie: "And I try hard every day- Angel shut up- to be a little bit worthy of that love. Case in point."

Charlie: "Wait, go back to the point about not feeling worth-"

Vaggie: "Old news babe. Hey Husk! C'mere for a moment!"

Charlie: "-she's dodging the question!"

Angel Dust: "She's bein' an annoying bitch of a friend."

Husk: (slouching over) "The fuck do you want."

Angel Dust: "Shut. UP."

Vaggie: "Nothing much. Didn't want you to miss out on Angel Dust pouting that's all."

Husk: "Yeah?"

Charlie: "Awww Vaggie, that's really thoughtful!"

Vaggie: "Just doing my lesbian duty."

Charlie: "Angel Dust is a guy though?"

Vaggie: "A gay guy. It's solidarity."

Angel Dust: "I hate you."

Husk: "Huh. Fake hating people looks good on you, looser." (smirk) "Cute pout."

Husk: (wanders off)

Angle Dust: "......."

Angel Dust: (grabbing vaggie and lifting her to eye level) "I love ya we're besties for life and if ya do this t' my heart again 'm shanking ya in the middle of the night with a shiv made from a sharpened yuri manga."

Vaggie: "And I've never wanted you more. As a friend."

Charlie: "Okay good great wonderful friendship moment everyone. Now!"

Charlie: (holding out arms)

Charlie: "I want MY girlfriend back." (pouting) "Please."

Angel Dust: "May the sapphic be with ya."

Angel Dust: (dumps vaggie in her arms)

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husk....! Guess who's POUTIN' agai- Whiskers stop runnin' an' look at me!!!"

Husk: "Once was fucking enough."

Angel Dust: "Once is NEVER enough fucking with me~"

Charlie: "Wow. Husk sure can move when he wants to..."

Vaggie: "Meh, he's not even using his wings."

Charlie: "He's really not is he? Aww!"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "...Vaggie. Is my pout cute too?"

Vaggie: "The cutest, sweetie." (smooches pout) "And most bi-utiful."

Charlie: "HEHEH."

Niffty: (from above) "I bet she'd pout even HARDER if I dropped this DEAD RAT in her hair."

Charlie: "A WHAT!?"

Niffty: "Dead rat."

Vaggie: "Don't you dare-"

Niffty: "Whee! Here we go!"

Chaggie: (running and screaming)

Angel Dust: (distantly) (shrieking) "HUSK RAT HUSK HUSK HELP RAT DEAD RAT HELP HUSK HUUUUUSK!!!!"

Husk: "-oh shit hold still DON'T FLING IT AT ME ASSHOLE-"

-EXLPOSION-

Cherri Bomb: "wHY IS THERE A RAT CORPSE IN MY BRA!?"

Niffty: "Your welcome!"

Cherri Bomb: "How! HOW IS tHERE A RAT CORPSE! IN MY BRA!!!!"

Charlie: "Cherri run just run-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Already one dead rat boob surprise too late for that!"

Niffty: "Happy pride month everyone!"

Niffty: (GIGGLING)

Niffty: "I bleached and dyed each rat corpse a different rainbow color~"

Alastor: "...Hmm?"

Alastor: (oozing out of shadows)

Alastor: "And no rat for me, my dear? No pride for poor old Alastor?"

Niffty: "For youuu? Iridescent cockroach!"

Niffty: (impales one on his antlers)

Alastor: "Oh I AM touched! ...Might I ask why the change in vermin, however?"

Niffty: "Irony!!" (CACKLES)

Alastor: (confused) (still touched) "Ah."

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

*Please note the use of guy yuri is in reference to the Ineffable Husbands presenting as men most of the time, I'm not trying to erase they're both canonically nonbinary.

Propaganda:

For Bingqiu: "One is a housewife and the other is a trophy wife. They both want to be each other's wife so bad (even though Shen Qingqiu would never admit it)"

"Where do I even start... Housewife x trophy wife. Every gender havers. Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he himself is wife or mommy, but is convinced his husband is a delicate lovesick maiden. Luo Binghe has self-assigned himself all of the wifely duties of an ancient Chinese wife years before Shen Qingqiu has become remotely aware of his crush. Also later in the novel he acts like a jealous girlfriend. And specifically girlfriend, like it was an important part of his arc that he stopped acting like a jealous boyfriend and started acting like a jealous girlfriend instead. This has won him his man."

"They're insane, fucking unhinged"

For Ineffable Husbands: "Well due to neil mentioning that they was plans for a fem presenting 1960s scene of the two of them that never ended up happening, there's a lot of fanart of that. Plus, they are an angel and a demon, and both technically don't follow the gender rules of humans and many other species on earth, so while they do present very masculine throughout the show, they could be any gender and therefore they seem very fitting for this.(I do apologize as I don't quite understand what guy Yuri is despite your definition so I am guessing and have no clue if they count."

"Looks like m/m on first glance but they don't actually really have gender and Crowley dresses as a woman for a good few years canonically"

"theyre male presenting in the show but they dont really have gender so they could be wlw if they wanted to"

"While both characters spend most of their time presenting as male, they are supernatural beings without any real sex or gender. Crowley appears as a woman multiple times, and one scrapped scene included both Aziriphale and Crowley as women in the 1960s. Additionally, it’s very common to find “Ineffable Wives” fanworks, with both characters appearing as women. As well as having been an immensely popular fandom ship for many years, it has been confirmed that Aziriphale and Crowley are canonically in love with each other."

"Regularly turned into women in fanart. Both Aziraphale and Crowley are incredibly gender. They have been together in some sort of way for 6000 years. Heavy yearning. Cringefail. Divorced and married at the same time. Literally an angel and a demon. What more could you want?"

"theyre literally genderless and can be anything ever!!!"

"Their genders are ineffable and they have hopelessly pined for centuries"

[redbuddi]

mage & demon queen

About as below average as a yuri can possibly get, which is also one of the worst things a yuri can be. I followed it all the way to the end and I will never not be annoyed by it. It's the Budweiser of yuri. The Call of Duty of GL. If Jax (the musician not the purple bunny) was a romance fantasy webtoon this is what she'd be. If you needed a definition for "mid" this would be it. I've read some absolute garbage dogshit malegazey yuri that I would still heartily recommend over this one. I would say that I hate it, but "hate" is a word that stirs up far stronger emotions than M&DQ has ever made me feel. It's honestly kind of impressive how they made the most boring uninteresting choices at every possible turn. It says nothing for no one. It simply exists. If I read one more major yuri that is this fucking toothless I will become the joker.

I do not care for Mage and Demon Queen.

[possamble]

As a gay man who is also a himedanshi. USE THOSE MEN AS PLOT DEVICES! IT'S YOUR RIGHT!!

Yuri duty >>>>> focus on the men

M/M fans get more than enough of their guys anyway they're fine smh. I SUPPORT YOU *salutes*

BDJSKSKJD THIS IS SO FUNNY AHAHA

🫡 thank you comrade I will carry on as usual chsjsjjdjfv

[nogenderbee]

hello there, I would like to request some headcannons for DDLC (natsuki and yuri specifically) x a reserved/quiet M!reader. sorry if its a very vauge ask, also thanks in advance

Of course! Happy to see some DDLC requests! Honestly I love all the girls but decided that actually those two will be the most interesting so I wrote just them! Hope it's alright and hope you enjoy <3

Yuri, Natsuki with quiet!male!reader

⊱ Yuri is pretty quiet as well so most of your conversations are probably just comfortable silence

⊱ she did got anxious ar first since she wasn't sure of what she should say or if you have good time since you two had problems with starting conversations

⊱ but once you both opened up to each other, there was no more awkwardness between you two

⊱ you can't really say that there was someone who started the most conversations... both of you were kinda equal

⊱ but you did started most conversations at the beginning and she started most conversations when you grew closer and broke first walls

⊱ sometimes you two even talk and maybe complain about your personality traits just for other one to comfort another

"N-No! Please don't talk badly about yourself! There's nothing wrong with being a bit quiet... at least I hope..."

⊱ but let's finally talk about your reserved side... Yuri makes it her duty to discover what's behind your shield, like those people in detective novel!

⊱ it doesn't really matter how much it takes her but just the amount of satisfaction she gets after solving all her doubts is unimaginable

⊱ it's easy to say that at first you pissed off Natsuki so much, maybe even not knowing it

⊱ but as the time passed, she got used to your quiet and reserved nature even tho it definitely took you some courage to start conversation with her first few times

⊱ but luckily you just needed to start few conversations and she started coming up to you on her own!

⊱ but once you got into a relationship, she can't say she's not interested by your reserved personality (although you will never hear her admit it)

⊱ she may insult you a bit but she never means it, she really likes your personality but she gets easily flustered so she ceny bring herself to tell you what she truly means

"Well yeah, I know I said it but... it's not THAT bad, okey?! It's... tolerable... there, I said it! Happy?"

⊱ someone else ever tries to say anything bad about you and she'll be there to protect your honor

⊱ I dare you, tease her about it later. She doesn't expect it since you're usually quiet so she'll get extra flustered

⊱ you secretly remind her of cool character from manga and she loves your personality even more

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 12 - Wolf

Melissa Podebrat x Nine

A/N: rare fandoms are my passion *sobs*

"Mehehelissahaha!" 

Melissa giggled, her cheeks a bit flushed. "You are so ticklish, Nine. Was it right here your best spot?"

"AHAHAHA! M-Mehehehelissa!" 

Her husband was so, so cute. It hadn't been long since their wedding, but Melissa felt like she rarely had time alone with her precious husband. She was a really busy woman, but she always tried to give Nine her full attention, however, sometimes she felt like it wasn't enough, but when she least expected it, a golden opportunity had presented itself. Somehow, Melissa had finished her duchess duties and had part of the morning and the rest of the day free!

Nine had been surprised when Melissa jumped out of her seat after answering a letter for Yuri and had flushed to her ears when she grabbed his hand, guiding him to their bedroom. 

A kiss here and a kiss there led to a hand holding her waist and her own hand sneaking under Nine's shirt, but a certain touch near his ribs was enough to have her husband giggling brightly against her lips and so, she couldn't help but let out that playful, teasy side and they found themselves in this situation: 

Nine's back pressed to the bed with Melissa straddling his hips and pinning one of his arms above his head as she tickled his exposed underarm. She was aware that Nine could send her flying across the room, but he would never do something like that. 

Besides, Melissa was also laughing, feeling as if he was tickling her too: his laughter tickled her ears, his gentle hand tickled her waist and his beautiful smiling face tickled her heart. 

She smiled warmly down at him, the fluttering in her chest driving her up the wall. Goodness, she loved him so much. 

"Pl-ehehe-plehehease, Mehehelissa!"

"What? Can't stand a little tickling now? You'll have to stand it, Nine. I won't stop tickling you until you stop being adorable and I think that will take a while!" 

Melissa giggled to herself seeing the color intensifying in Nine's face. He really was red, the glowing bright color contrasted beautifully with his blue hair- agh! She was so lucky to have him!

"I reheheheally- ack!" 

Melissa was slightly startled and her hands stopped at once. Suddenly, she found Nine's ear twitching on top of his head, something fluffy also touched her arm and she noticed that his tail had also popped out. 

Melissa laughed, "did I tickle you so much? Oh, but Nine, are these ticklish too?" 

Sweet giggles bubbled out as Melissa lightly scribbled at Nine's ears. They twitched like crazy and he shook his head from side to side, now both of his hands holding Melissa's waist. 

She really was a lucky lady to have someone like Nine as her husband and she knew Nine also felt the luckiest man to ever exist. 

"Mehehelissa! I cahahan't, ehehehaha!"

"Yes," Melissa said softly, her hands finally stopping. "I can't either."

They kissed tenderly. Nine was still breathing heavily but he gently held Melissa's arms as the duchess cupped his cheeks. 

She really was a lucky lady to have someone like Nine as her husband and she knew Nine also felt the luckiest man to ever exist.

[penultimate-step]

The thing about the recurring fandom discourse about how M/M romance outnumbers F/F on ao3, currently making a comeback due to dungeon meshi, is that it's a pretty clear, low stakes example of the very common political dilemma of biased systems producing negative outcomes without anyone in particular doing anything actually bad.

I think pretty much everyone, no matter how frustrated they are with the lack of yuri, can admit that there's nothing actually wrong about people writing or having a preference to write M/M. I know people joke about yuri duty and people obligated to write F/F fic, but that would clearly be bad to implement in real life, and even if you did the resulting fic (forced to be written by uncaring people) would not be any good.

Obviously when laid out like that it's obvious that the real issue isn't anyone in particular, but rather the biases inherent in our society that shape the people. Nobody is going into a work saying "okay, I'm going to mentally diminish the importance and personalities of the female characters and focus on the male ones," people just like different things. In this case, the preferences of the people is just a morally neutral result of a flawed society. So any attempt to get more F/F ships on ao3 by changing the writers is bound to be futile. No individual is wrong for their shipping preferences, but the combined result of everybody's shipping preferences together are unsatisfying. But of course "change society" is a much more difficult task. If we could erase misogyny that easily we would have done it already! And getting more F/F romance wouldn't even be in the top 10 most important reasons to do so, obviously.

Anyway. I am merely using this as an example, because I tend to see the same thing repeated in a lot of discourse. People see a result they dislike, and get mad at the people enabling that result, but none of the people in the chain leading to that result intend for it to happen that way. There's no point at getting mad at individuals who are perpetuating systemic problems with everyday actions - it hurts people without changing anything.

[obstinaterixatrix]

I still gotta remake a rec post for sherbet since it got licensed… I’ve been slacking on yuri duty and getting back into my fave m/m rarepair. I’m Sorry Women

[ao3feed-twiyor]

Shadows of Duty and Desire

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CiPtsxT by silviia There is no peace to maintain, there is no Agent Twilight. Westalis and Ostinia have been at war for the past 4 years. Loid Forger, a high ranking military officer from Westalis, is staying at the Briar house for the foreseeable future and Yor absolutely detests it. The tension between them in undeniable, whether it’s just hatred or something else. Words: 2007, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), SPY x FAMILY (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Yuri Briar Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess & Reader Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, author knows nothing about war, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Yearning, Unresolved Sexual Tension, it gets resolved lol read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CiPtsxT

[blueflamc]

𑁍 — twenty-five years young, a firebender and lightningbender from the royal house of yi . many know them to be apathetic & selfish . how unfortunate, truly . . . i’ve always found them to be charismatic & intelligent . they oft fulfill the duties of an army general . oh , i should tell you — they support the rule of house yi . well, you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell .

hello, my name is exie. and i bring to you princess li yuri. shes become the villains of everyone’s story. under the cut you will find an overview and a few wanted connections.

𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐫��𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

∘ from birth it seemed li yuri was meant for great things. a prodigal firebender named in honor of avatar yuha.

∘ she was gifted with all the desired qualities of a fire lord. she excelled in everything her brother did not. she mastered the art of lightning bending by the time she was 9.

∘ father has always ruled with an iron fist, and she’s learned to do the same.

∘ however her biggest obstacle will always be her brother. and although she will never admit it openly she still cares for him. he’s the crown prince. she knew and still knows that she would never be fire lord with him in the way. despite this she can’t cause him harm.

∘ deep down she never meant to be the villain. she’s just convinced herself that she is and this is the role she was born to take.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

∘ rare blue flame to match her heart of ice

∘ her brothers opposite in everyway.

∘ has a vibrant blue dragon named kaeda. has close bond with her dragon.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

∘ close friends who keep her balanced and grounded ( 0 / 2 ) ( f )

∘ enemies ( 0 / ? )

∘ someone she loved who ultimately betrayed her ( 0 / 2 )

∘ first love that ended in heartbreak ( and pain ) ( 0 / 1 ) ( m )

∘ soulmate ( 0 / 1 ) ( m )

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Multifandom Flufftober🔥🔥

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59358841

by Tf2YaoiLover

Happy gaytober chat

Words: 84, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Tf2 Yaoi n Yuri ( Real )

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2, Godzilla - All Media Types, Call of Duty (Video Games), Multi-Fandom, Mortal Kombat - All Media Types, Ghostbusters - All Media Types, Horror - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: RED Team (Team Fortress 2), BLU Team (Team Fortress 2), Egon Spengler, Peter Venkman, Ray Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Medic's Doves (Team Fortress 2), Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare), John Price (Call of Duty), Mothra (Kaiju), Godzilla, Rodan (Kaiju), Megalon (Kaiju), Gigan (Godzilla Shouwa), Johnny Cage, Takahashi Kenshi, Bi-Han | Sub-Zero, Kuai Liang | Scorpion, Tomas Vrbada | Smoke, Syzoth | Reptile, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Zilla Jr. | Godzilla Junior, Minilla (Godzilla)

Relationships: Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2), Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Biollante (Godzilla)/Mothra (Kaiju Heisei), Anguirus (Godzilla)/Godzilla, Johnny Cage/Takahashi Kenshi, Syzoth | Reptile/Tomas Vrbada | Smoke, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai/John Price (Call of Duty), Egon Spengler & Ray Stantz & Peter Venkman & Winston Zeddemore, Ghidorah/Rodan (MonsterVerse), Gigan/Megalon (Godzilla Shouwa)

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Everyone Is Gay, Alternate Universe - Human, Flufftober, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, First Meetings, Human!Kaiju, BLU Mercenaries and RED Mercenaries are Different People (Team Fortress 2), rarepairs, Fluff, Old man yaoi, Mistaken Identity, There Was Only One Bed, Platonic Relationships, Fluff and Humor, Shopping, Scents & Smells, Hoodies, i am cringe but free, Storms, Laundry, Knitting, Bonfires, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Scout Knows Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Haunted Houses, Comfort Food

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59358841

[joz-yyh]

Acta Est Fabula - Ch. 9

SUMMARY: Crimson Court AU. Boudica faces an uphill battle against the captain of the guard, Margaret, but at least there’s comfort to be found in the vestal’s arms. Meanwhile, Reynauld and Dismas are awakened to the news of their escapee. No Beta. Read at your own risk.

PAIRING: Crusader x Highwayman / Hellion x Vestal

RATING: M (vaginal fingering / grinding / drug use)

WORD COUNT: 3,450

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Our supporting characters get the main spotlight this time, but don't worry, Damian and Tardif will be back next chapter. My first go at writing a yuri smut scene. Hope it turned out alright. (Did any of y'all catch that tortoise and the hare analogy between Barristan and Missandei?)

Also, did you know the Norse word for hot is hót? XD

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Margaret is in the middle of briefing her men when she spots Boudica stepping into town, marking her return.

“You have your orders. Dismissed.”

As her guards leave to fulfill her command, the captain marches herself right up to prodigal warrior, accusation in her voice.

“Where were you,” the markswoman snaps, giving her no room to breathe.

Despite her smaller build, Margaret doesn't let the size of the hellion's muscles interfere with her interrogation.

“Hello, nice to see you're alive and well,” Boudica replies dryly, dodging her question with petty sarcasm.

Unless their duties called for it, Boudica avoided the captain of the guard as much as possible, their code of ethics and technique always at odds.

“Forget the pleasantries,” snarls the captain, her glove chopping through air, “I want answers. Heard you were the last one to see him before he escaped.”

The warrior woman leers at Margaret's tone, the rise of her voice, meeting it with a low growl of her own.

“Yes, if you must know, I delivered his food. When I returned, I saw the bars were pried apart.”

“And you didn’t think it necessary to alert the other guards because …?”

“There wasn't time,” she explains calmly, “I was determined to handle it myself.”

“And were you successful,” asks Margaret, already knowing the outcome, just waiting for the other to admit it aloud.

Boudica answers with a sneer upon her lips, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of saying, “No.”

Margaret is smug, stalking a circle around her prime suspect, red forelocks bobbing along with the feather in her hat.

“Well, due to your poor judgment, the prisoner got away and two of our guards are dead.”

“Someone was killed,” asks the ponytailed huntress, brows lifting in surprise, having no idea.

Seeing the hellion caught unawares does throw Margaret's theory off, having suspected the painted warrior had a hand in their demise.

“Yes, the two men I had stationed outside. Both of their throats were cut.”

Margaret watches Boudica closely, seeing what emotions pass through her, guilt and mourning among them. “You’re sure you don't know anything about it?”

“No, I don’t.” Instant aggravation, a flat remark aimed at the musketeer.

“It's not nice to point fingers.”

The comment comes from Missandei, inserting herself into the conversation, defending her comrade.

What was once competitive rivalry has now turned into a bitter grudge, Margaret turning to her fellow sharp shooter with contempt.

“Do not tell me how to run my ward. Everyone is a suspect.”

Missandei was not the type to be intimidated by her counterpart, throwing it right back in her face with cool blue steel, “By your own logic, that includes you as well.”

“What,” grits Margaret, fists clenched.

Missy crosses her gauntlet-clad arms, offering an explanation.

“You said so yourself, no one is above suspicion. You could easily use your position as captain to cover up evidence, manipulate your men to your advantage. For all we know, you're the one who sprung him loose.”

Despite Margaret holding a higher rank, she still resented Missandei for being better than her, hated her even more now that she was calling her credibility into question.

Before things can grow too heated, Fergus' bark pierces the night air, her shaggy paws approaching the trio, yapping at the captain in particular.

“What's that mutt doing here? Shouldn't you be out searching for the murderer?”

“Actually, that's exactly what we’re here to report,” William says, coming up after his loyal canine, back from their scouting mission, “The trail led us to the crimson court.”

The musketeer steps back, feeling threatened and outnumbered.

"Then why aren’t you out pursuing them?”

He laughs just a little condescendingly at Margaret’s unreasonable expectations.

“Missy and I make a great team, but for the two of us to go in there unprepared and without reinforcements would be suicide. Thought you might want to know that the culprit might be a bloodsucker.”

“The two victims bled out on the ground,” the captain reveals, “we found no bite marks on their neck.”

“Maybe they weren't hungry,” William says with a shrug, “Or maybe this is some ploy to turn us against each other which given the state of things, seems to be working.”

The musketeer swears this lot has spent too much time around Tardif, adapting his mutinous tendencies. Did no one respect authority anymore? Margie grits her teeth, frustrated that the tides have turned on her.

As bleak as the circumstance may be, her detective instincts kick in, keen eyes noticing a possible clue.

“Those marks on your glaive, were they always there?”

Fear flickers across Boudica’s face, quickly masked by anger. “What are you going on about now?”

“You were close with Tardif,” Maragret says, feeling a bit more confident at this discovery, “Who's to say you didn’t help him escape?”

“Do you have proof or is this more biased conjecture,” Boudica argues, getting fed up, “Perhaps, I should mention to lady Junia that if you were competent in your position, Tardif never would have gotten away in the first place.”

“I knew it,” Margaret hollers, “You’re all against me. Out to relieve me of my position!”

“Not this again,” the archer sighs, “we all know you're captain of the guard. No one's calling that into question. I lost. You won. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

No, no she's not. Missandei was Barristan's favorite, hand picked for the position after he retired, but it was overridden, handed to Margaret instead in a flex of power unearned.

“How can I be? I can't trust any of you! I know you all hate me for taking his place.”

“No one hates you,” William says, “you're the only one taking it personally.”

“Not everything’s a competition, Margie. Loosen up,” Missandei says, hoping to inspire some compassion.

“You loosen up! And you,” Margaret says, pointing her finger now at Boudica, “don’t go too far.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

Having lost the higher ground, the musketeer storms away, crashing her shoulder against Boudica's, to which the hellion shoves her right back, making the other girl waver in her thigh-high boots, cape staggering in the wind, the group waiting til she’s out of earshot to finally relax, speak casually.

“Thanks for the assist back there,” Boudica remarks, smiling at the two specialists.

“You would have done the same for us,” William nods, loyal to a fault, same as his four-legged friend, “Truth be told, that girl’s in way over her head. Job's too much for her.”

The lawman looks to Fergus, meeting her brown beady eyes, resting a hand upon her head.

The arbalest joins in to console her, squatting down to give the shaggy dog some chest rubs, her collar tag jingling, “Sorry, she yelled at you, girl. Margie's having a bad day.”

Tail wagging, Fergus bathes the freckles of her nose in kisses.

“We all know the job was yours, Missy. Barristan picked you as his successor. Should've stayed that way.”

“Well, Reynauld had the final say in that,” the arbalest reminds him, looking just a bit sad, having already made peace with it.

“I know. It just ain't right.”

“Nothing we can do about it now.”

“True, guess all we can do is hope for the best,” William sighs, shaking his golden locks with disparagement.

“Should visit *skilpadda (turtle) sometime,” Boudica suggests, “I am sure he would love it.”

It's a mantra the arbalest has told herself countless times, missing her mentor dearly, and yet something has been holding her back.

“I haven't gone to see him since the changeover. I guess I just don't want to see him disappointed.”

“I don't think a visit from you could ever disappoint him, *kanin (rabbit).”

With encouragement like this, Missandei can't help feeling a whole shine better, like a polished medal.

“Thanks guys.”

“Hey, you think he's alive? Tardif, I mean.” asks the blonde-haired ranger, peering off towards the untamed wilds of the vampire’s den.

“It's the bloodsuckers that should be worried,” remarks Boudica, sharing in the same distant gaze.

“Yeah, remember our bet,” Missandei smirks at her gambling partner, “I am sure he's carved out his own little slice of paradise out there.”

“How could I forget? I am still recovering from the loss.”

“Then, c'mon let's get a drink. Drown our sorrows,” suggests the easy-go-lucky archer, standing tall in her grieves, reinvigorated with purpose.

“Suppose the captain would want us to lay low, let her handle the investigation,” William nods in agreement, “That is, so long as you're buying.”

He fixes the dark-skinned beauty with the same sad puppy eyes that Fergus is so good at making, his bearded scruff only adding to the effect.

“Yeah, yeah, you don't have to beg. I'll cover the tab. Boudica, you wanna join us? I’ll buy you a turkey leg.”

“Give my half to Fenrir, here,” she chuckles, petting the wolfhound's spine, a series of spirited swipes through shaggy fur. “I think I am going to turn in for the night.”

The talented pooch stands on hind legs, giving the hellion a doggy hug, licking at her face, making both Missy and Will laugh.

“I think you just became Fergus’ new favorite person.”

“Only until she finishes eating.”

The valkyrie indulges the canine with a little dance before setting her paws back down, Boudica remaining there, kneeling. She meets the pup's soulful brown eyes, a hand under her muzzle, making a vow.

Fergus’ tongue bleps out, giving a gentle lap at her nose in promise.

"Look out for each other, OK? I don't want to lose anyone else.”

“You can count on us,” the houndmaster assures her, dutiful, striking a courageous pose.

“Good.”

Boudica rises, pleased with this, finding it hard to contain her smile around them.

“Send Junia our love,” adds Missandei with a chipper, knowing exactly where the vestal's honor guard would be heading after this exchange.

“I will. Be safe my friends.”

“You too. We'll see you around,” the arbalest waves, the two parties going their separate ways.

—-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Reynauld awakes to the insufferable pounding of his chamber door, his guard shouting an endlessly string of, “M’lord! M’lord!”

The crusader grumbles, holding his aching head, hardly sober enough to deal with this disturbance so early in the morning.

“Yes, yes, what is it?”

“Sir, please, come to the door. It's urgent.”

The crusader is no less annoyed, having no choice, but to get out of bed.

“I'll be right there.”

Reynauld turns to Dismas, a master of quick change, his partner already retrieving his trousers from off the floor, pulling them up around his waist. Such was a soldier's life, needing to be ready at a moment's notice, surprises like this bound to happen.

Usually, they would be given more time to cuddle, Dismas’ ear pressed to Reynauld's chest, arms coiled around one another, but now he can only mourn the empty pool of sheets growing cold beside him.

Rey can't be bothered to fully dress, dawning a robe, tying the sash closed as he answers the door, opening it just a sliver.

“What's this all about?”

“It's the prisoner, Tardif. He's escaped.”

“Ha,” Dismas shouts from afar, “ya better be jokin’!”

Reynauld ignores the interjection, keeping the ex-bandit out of sight.

“I am afraid not,” the guard answers, “it happened at 0300 hours.”

A singular thought circulates within the archbishop's mind, ‘the baroness will not be pleased.’

“Inform Junia that her presence is required in the meeting room. We will deal with this accordingly.”

“Sir,” the guard advises, “Boudica is a suspect.”

Reynauld doesn't like his judgment being called into question, even if it's overtly insinuated.

He leers with a vestige of authority, tone stern as he says, “My orders have not changed. Now go.”

The guard salutes, off to carry out his command and Reynauld promptly shuts the door.

“This is bad, very bad.” Dismas frets, the news hitting him the hardest. If Tardif truly knew what Dismas thought he knew, then their missing man just became a very big liability.

“You worry too much. It's only a matter of time until we find him. And when we do, his actions solidify his offenses. He's done us a favor.”

The ravenette appreciates the vote of confidence, hoping it's enough to manifest Tardif back into their custody once more.

“God, I hope yer right.”

His breath is heavy, expelling, head sunk against Rey's shoulder.

“I am always right,” he reminds him, stroking a hand through the heckles of his partner's neck, allowing this interlude of solace, “Now, get dressed. We have work to do.”

“I am dressed,” the highwayman argues, “You're the one walkin’ ‘round with that slinky robe on.”

It's true, aside from his boots and jacket, Dismas is presentable, the sneaky pickpocket playing with the twin ribbons that hang around his knight's hips.

Rey chuckles, glad to see his paramour calm again, “Help me suit up, won't you?”

Dismas loved putting the crusader’s armor on almost as much as he enjoyed taking it off, looking forward to the transformation with a sultry glint in his eyes. To see him shining, the embodiment of romantic heroism reflected back in that floor length, golden encrusted mirror, light pouring in from all around, was quite the inspiring sight.

“Always.”

He leans into his superior, soliciting a kiss, the cunning man grinning into it.

—--

The vestal is in her private quarters, poised at her desk, indulging in a fine line of sanguine snuff. A sniffle follows, a rub at her nose as the drug takes effect, leaning back against her chair, hoping to settle her nerves.

Boudica, the prowling tigress, lingers in the shadows, stealthy when she wants to be, her blue eyes observing. The room is large, dark save for a few flickering candles, plenty of places for her to hide. When it suits her, the hellion sneaks up on Junia, stealing a startled surprise from her lady.

“Caught you,” she shouts, clutching the nun from behind, covering her mouth so she cannot scream, strapping her middle down with the other.

Junia’s startled cry is muffled, dominated by the warrior’s laugh, Boudica revealing herself.

“Oh, Boudica! Thank goodness it's you!”

The vestal rests her hand over the callous ones now crossed over her chest, heart still thumping.

“Really got the jump on you that time.”

“Yes, yes you did, but tell me, how’d it go? Is he alright,” she asks, swiveling in her seat, both fear and excitement warring in her eyes.

The hellion smirks, using her nickname, a special code phrase that signified a successful mission.

“I am Scarlet Night, keeper of dawn.”

Junia finally relaxes into her touch, stifled relief pushed from her lungs.

“Good. I never would have forgiven myself if it had turned out any other way.”

“I know. He sends his love. Says for you to lay off the snuff.”

Boudica raises an eyebrow, nodding in regards to the canister the vestal just polished off.

Junia cackles, boisterous, tears coming to her eyes with the force of her laughter.

Boudica revels in it, her mistress’ humor a rare thing these days, letting her go on for as long as she wished.

“Such a caring boy,” the nun says, her tone crumbling, melancholy, “He has suffered much. I still grieve for the life he lost.”

“As do I, but we did the best we could. Gave him all the love we had.”

“I can only hope it's enough. He deserved better than what we could give him.”

“Perhaps, this is a tale held true by many, but his spirit is far from broken.”

“Always so stubborn,” Junia adds, recalling fond memories of his youth, “never one to give up.”

“You know,” Boudica elicits, shifting around, hooking a leg over the corner of the desk, using it as a stool, “I think he may be seeing someone.”

Junia faces her partner with wide eyes, mouth aghast as they partake in this gossip.

“Our Tardif? Are you sure?”

The redheaded huntress nods, staring at the flickering candelabra’s flame.

“Ever since he returned from the court, he's been a different man.”

“I've noticed it too,” Junia concurs, “but I never thought … well, I assumed his mission was the cause.”

Boudica begins to hum, harmonizing an old Norse song, a gentle celebration, providing an escape from troublesome thoughts.

“What do you think she's like,” asks Junia, trying to imagine it just as she imagines rolling hills and flower meadows.

“Beautiful like you. Strong like me.”

“I expect so,” Junia giggles, soothing like a turtle dove, “Do you think he would introduce us?”

It's the hellion’s turn to chuckle. “Hm, doubtful. Knowing us, we'd probably scare her off.”

“How else could we be sure they'd make a proper fit? If she could survive us, then the two of them could survive anything.”

“I can only hope I am around to see it. Margaret is desperate to find me guilty of the crime.”

“Yes, I heard,” she laments, reaching out to hold her honor guard's hand, squeezing it tight, “We’ll find a way, always have.”

The hellion can see how her precious vestal hangs her head, so full of worry, for her and for him.

“When’s the last time you've slept, my lady?”

“Hm? Oh … probably not since you've held me,” she admits quietly, cheeks becoming as rosy as the powder she keeps.

“Then, it's time I do so again.”

“Boudica— ,” she gasps, scandalous, peering around the room for hidden voyeurs, “out in the open like this?”

“I made sure to lock the door, close the curtains. Besides, If those *fífls (idiots) can get away with it, why not us?”

“We must set a better example.”

“We do, considering how loud they get,” the hellion teases, recalling too many instances when she came across questionable noises coming from Reynauld’s room.

“You always could make me laugh.”

“That's not all I can do,” she smirks, grasping her lady by the thighs, sitting her atop the desk she once occupied, standing between her spread legs.

“Oh …”

The redhead has successfully boxed the fair maiden in, widening the gap of Junia's legs with rough swiftness, making the woman gasp, inclining her weight into hers, desiring a kiss.

A swallowed bleat against ruby lips, sweet, innocent like a lamb, Boudica's fingers slipping under her skirt.

Her touch glides up, past the crease of soft skin, white like magnolia petals, Junia gasping into her mouth, shivering the closer she gets to burning heat.

The hellion traces a thumb around her folds, rubbing down the front of her slit, hidden behind a swell of dark curls and cotton undergarments, growing wet for her.

Junia holds the harsh ferocity of her features, pulling her tigress closer, shifting her weight, slipping her hands down, grabbing hold of barbaric breasts.

“No need to be shy, my lady,” Boudica teases, the heat of passion coloring her face, propositioning Junia to squeeze them harder.

She topples the nun down, the vestal melting against the desk as her lover thrusts, their lower halves meeting despite all the layers of fabric still left between them.

“I want to feel you, inside,” Junia breathes, delirious with desire, consumed by her vibrant spice.

“*Ja, I want it too,” she pants, foreheads touching as she finally pushes two fingers past waiting flesh, making them both groan.

“So hot,” Boudica revels, fingers dripping with her slick, impressed by her velvety smooth pussy. She thought about wetting her fingers first, showing off her tongue, but Junia didn't need it, not at all.

“Mm, more. Let me have your full strength.”

“As my lady wishes.”

Boudica thrusts in, making her beloved moan, watching her writhe, grinding her hips for more of her touch.

She adds another finger, Junia taking it all, the hellion rewarding her with a vibrato of swipes over her clit.

The huntress feels her clench, arch, gush against her fingertips. She drinks it all in, the sight, the sound, delighting in the taste of her.

“*Ástin mín (my love),” she cries, reaching to intertwine their hands, the warrior holding her tightly through the hymns of bliss.

Junia had remembered the term the hellion had taught her, Boudica blessed to hear the call of her homeland in her sweetheart’s voice, a sacred spark of wildfire.

“Shall we move this to the bed,” she asks once the vestal’s breaths have settled, “Try it without our clothes this time?”

There was more maneuverability to be had there, more positions to try and the hellion wanted to ride her until she was ragged and sore.

“You better,” Junia lilts, glowing with a beauty that could rival the goddess Freya, “You haven't worn me out yet.”

“Heaven help you when I do.”

[bravewolfvesperia]

'Responsible Commandant' has somehow turned into 'Flynn the Discovered Lightweight.'

He'd only meant to reprimand these off duty knights for being rowdy whilst drinking, but with a couple of well timed, much needed compliments and guilt tripping, there Flynn sat amongst them feeling terribly out of place. He's never really taken the time to get to know the others in a more leisurely setting; he's always got his nose in a pile of paperwork, or his legs carrying him from one place to another to handle what felt like a million and one tasks in one day. It's the only reason he agrees to 'loosen up' for a little bit, just to gauge morale and see if there's anything he can do to make things easier for them on the work side of things.

But they don't want to discuss work. No, they want their fearless, admired Commandant to ACTUALLY loosen up, so when that glass of the bar's specialty is slid his way, he hesitates. He is... technically off duty, too, and can't think of a reason not to have just a few sips... but, for someone who, literally, never drinks, a few sips is all it takes before he's got his head down on the table, his collar buttons loosened as well as his lips.

"Hey, sir! Are you committed to anyone? Ya know, romantically?"

"... wha---?"

"Do you have a partner, sir? Girlfriend?"

"... no. 'M... no.

"Well, has anyone caught your eye? Surely, even you have admired someone or two with how popular you are. Go on sir, your secret is safe with us."

Flynn falls silent, not because he doesn't want to answer the question, but rather, because the room is somewhat spinning and he'd much like to make it stop. After certain he is, in fact, still seated in his chair, he dares to lift his head up with a lopsided grin.

"Yuri. Yuri is... beautiful. Gorgeous. He... I admire. Yuri... love... mm... "

And right back down he goes, whilst the other knights sit around him with widened eyes and mouths agape.

"Yuri!? YURI LOWELL!?"

If they're looking for further confirmation, they won't get it. The Commandant, unfortunately, has already fallen asleep.

@tenebriism

Apparently Flynn had been seen going into a bar and... didn't come back out. Yuri had gone after him after hearing about it, just hoping there wasn't trouble and that this would be an easy get in, get out. Flynn wasn't usually in bars unless there was trouble, and lately there had been trouble involving Lower Quarter citizens being harassed at bars, so Yuri tended to stick his nose in... but Flynn being there first and not coming back out in a timely manner left Yuri wondering what was going on in there.

Instead of just getting in and checking on things and getting back out, he found himself standing there dumbfounded before he could even say anything to Flynn. The knights around their commandant looked up from him to Yuri, back down to Flynn and back up to Yuri's hopefully not red face. It was burning like a fever, and if he was lucky, that was all it was. For a moment he tried to speak, opening his mouth and closing it, pulling his lips in as he tried to find something to say.

He hadn't heard the full conversation, and it seemed the knights weren't even sure if he had. Yuri knew they were talking when he approached, but he'd only really tuned in properly at hearing his name. Hearing Flynn talk about him wasn't unusual, but he couldn't help dialing in at hearing his name in general.

It just... was not what he expected to hear. Maybe the admire part wasn't so shocking - they both admired each other and it would be pretty useless to deny that and the fact that they both knew it - but the rest of it had thrown him for a loop. Gorgeous...? Love...? Maybe it made sense that Flynn had never told him that outright, since something like that might have needed a certain setting, but...

Wait, he said love?!

Flynn looked... passed out. Had they let him drink...? He wasn't exactly against the idea of Flynn drinking, but evidently it was... no ally of his. Not between his head now resting on the counter and the words that had slipped with no restraint. Flynn wasn't the type to joke around or play some drinking game either, much less say something like that in the middle of any of that.

"So... I came to... check on him..." His eyes looked from Flynn to the knights, eyes still wide as it felt like the entire room was staring at him. There was no way that was the case with how many people were in the building, but it felt like the whole world could be staring right at him right about him. "He... looks like he... needs to be... carried out..."

At this point the knights didn't even have any questions about Yuri checking on him. On an ordinary day one of a bunch of knights might have asked what his business was, and he had no way of knowing if these guys were the type to act up like that, but at the moment, not a single one of them seemed to know what to say or do except nod and agree awkwardly. "So... can I... have some help getting him up...? I can carry him back..."

Now the knights hurriedly shifted and agreed. Yuri couldn't tell if they were awkward about the drunken confession itself and that it was about Yuri, awkward that Yuri had heard it or both. He wasn't even sure how he felt that some of these knights seemed to know his name like that, but he wasn't processing that part very well when he was too distracted with... uh... other words he'd stumbled into.

The knights were hastily getting Flynn safely out of his seat and onto Yuri's back, and it seemed like none of them had a single complaint in their awkwardness. Similarly, neither did Yuri. He might have had something to say about Flynn drinking at all, because it was odd that he would be at all, and he suspected the knights may have dragged him into it or convinced him into it after making it too difficult to say no, but he found that he physically could not voice those thoughts right now.

Would Flynn remember this when he woke up...? Did that even matter when there was no chance of Yuri forgetting it? Were they going to have to talk about this?! Eventually Flynn would notice Yuri acting like a weird mess!!!

This was going to be the weirdest mess of a night in Yuri's life, in fact. There was... processing... to be done.

[boymagicalgirl]

Penguindrum Episode 7: Project M

Lots of BeruBara and Glass Mask references in this which I obviously appreciated. Initially I thought that Project M was Project Momoka when I heard it wasn't Project Marriage. But now it's Project Maternity? I looked it up and in Japan frogs can be seen as symbols for returning and fertility. So could the fact that Ringo is stomped by a large frog preventing her from stopping Yuri and Tabuki mean she is bogging herself down with her mission to become one with Momoka? Or that she cannot be with Tabuki because she wants to be someone she just isn't?

I also like how they show Ringo's warped persepctive in a melodramatic shoujo style, to show her as an unreliable narrator for what's going on around her.

Interesting either way.

P.S. Forgot to put this in but the huge amount of M's. Project M, Tragedy of M, etc. We know Ringo's Project M but what about Natsume's? Project Mawaru maybe? And maybe the reason the play is called Tragedy of M, with Yuri's character talking about how she can't abandon Paris cause of duty, is it foreshadowing something? Perhaps the failure of Ringo's project?