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[beatleswings]

With the passing of Marianne Faithfull, thought I share this. My inspiration for my outfit redesign for Carmen came from her. The style of dress and the knee-high boots she's wearing but still kept the pink color with the polka dots and of course added a rose choker.

[whenyoulosesmallmind]

Nicklas Bäckström & the Washington Capitals (+ nickeovi) ― Immortality, Clare Harner | insp.

credits: x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x.

[bitter--boxx]

happy splatoween 🎃🦇

[likesummerrainn]

ROH | 05.04.23

[samsblades]

oh the second i said goodnight my anxiety was like hahahaha no :D

[goldhoekin]

Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Li

Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Li x Fem!Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), blowjob, overstimulation, ripping of clothes, biting/marking, dacryphilia, degradation, chocking

Words:1.8k

“I can’t fucking believe I’m still number 5. Fucking FIVE babe!” Jordan growls from their spot on their bed, you sigh quietly as you enter the room fully. You’d JUST walked into your partner’s dorm before you were bombarded with Jordan’s endless string of complaints about their place in the rankings. You knew that it bothered them to slip from #3 to #5 after the death of Brink but for FUCKS sake, Luke JUST DIED. You knew that Brink’s death was effecting Jordan as well ( you personally couldn’t give a flying fuck about that creepy fuck, and he held the same contempt as you because he thought you weren’t good enough for Jordan) but this is getting ridiculous. You’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice you’d said it aloud.

“This-this ridiculous?” Jordan says back, their brown eyes flashing from hurt to anger. You yourself feel a flash of regret before you again become angry. 

“Yes Jordan, this is getting fucking ridiculous, it’s not that freshmen’s fault she was pushed. I’ve heard her thoughts-trust me she needs to do well so let her have this. Andre, is Andre. He’s a grand poobah nepo baby, there’s not much you can do there but what you CAN do is work out your anger and stop ignoring your fucking girlfriend! You will get your just do, baby I promise you but PLEASE keep sight of what’s currently in front of you before it's not here anymore.” You say, your words falling from your lips before you could stop them, Jordan freezes in place. 

Before you can even blink Jordan has you held against a wooden door, your hands on their broad shoulders and their hands on your face to kiss yours with a bruising force. Your legs wrapped around their waist as they roughly invade your mouth, a deep groan escapes their lips as they make their way down the column of your neck. You feel their hands ripping your shirt open, leaving a trail or open mouth kisses down your body.

Moans escape your lips and you feel yourself being unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. Hands running through Jordan's hair, they shift forms and you feel their hands go from large and callous to soft and small. The delicate digits ghosting their hands down your supple body, their tongue following the trail. A rough bite to your breasts causes a breathy gasp to leave your lips, a slender hand sliding into your panties and finding your sopping wet cunt.

Without warning you feel their fingers enter you roughly, two a time. A punishing pace set as Jordan finger fucks you closer and closer to completion. You somehow manage to remove all of your clothing, Jordan paying your antics no mind until they feel your dripping wet pussy clenching their fingers as you nearly reach your peak. They promptly withdraw their fingers from you. 

"What—what the fuck are you doing Jor. I was so close, baby please!" You whine, your thighs rubbing together to get some sort of friction as you look at your partner’s wickedly smirking face. Jordan's form changes yet again to their male form, their cock looking painfully hard. 

"OH baby did you think I would let you come so easily after what the fuck you said to me? Oh no babygirl you won't get to come until I say so…and if you don't behave and come anyways then I fuck you until there's tears streaming down your face for being fucked so good!" Jordan says, claiming your mouth again, the tip of their cock rubbing against your aching pussy. 

Without warning they plunge their length into you, a deep moan leaving their beautiful lips as you feel Jordan set a brutal pace. Their hands bruising your hips as they fuck you into the mattress, your breasts bouncing wildly with the force of their thrusts. Suddenly you feel yourself getting flipped onto your stomach, face pressed down into the mattress, your ass in the air and Jordan never leaving your cunt. Their thrusts somehow get faster, harder. 

Your hand tries to sneakily reach down to rub your clit, desperate for release. Jordan had unfortunately caught you and brought both of your hands tightly behind your back, one of their hands tightly grips them. The other hand roughly slaps your ass, "I told you baby girl. You cum when I say you can fucking cum, not before. Do. You. Understand?" Jordan growls, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust.

You whimper in response to their harsh treatment of you, and as fucked up as it seems. You actually fucking love it, it feels so good to be tossed like a ragdoll by Jordan. Them working their frustration out on you and finally paying attention to you since Marie got to Godolkin. You can feel their mouth nipping and biting any skin they can get to, leaving deep love marks and the like unto your skin. You can feel them gripping your wrists tighter and you feel the knot in your stomach so close to unraveling and you know Jordan can feel you tightening up around them.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, do you understand me?” They whisper in your ear, nipping as they do so. 

“I𑁋i’m trying but I don’t think I can Jordan. Please baby, let me cum!” You whine out, desperate for release. 

A dark chuckle leaves their throat, their thrusts getting sloppy as they piston in and out of your weeping cunt. Their thrusts stop as they fill up to the brim with their hot cum and a deep groan leaves their lips as they fuck you through their orgasm. At the last second where you feel your own climax about to topple over the edge the cock is gone and Jordan’s large hands become delicate again. They fucking changed forms again and tears begin to fall down your face as you realize you didn’t get to cum. You feel their supple hand grip your face harshly, “What’s wrong baby? I did warn you didn’t I? Not until I tell you to cum to you cum Angel.”

They kiss away your tears, move their way to the top of the bed, lovely legs spread open and their cunt glistening in the cheap fluorescent lighting, they look you in the eye, “What are you waiting for? Get to work babygirl, you get me to cum again and I may think about returning the favor.” 

Without hesitation you lunge into Jordan’s cunt and begin lapping at your pussy with a vengeance, like a woman starved to get them to cum as soon as superhumanly possible. Your fingers rubbing their clit furiously, one hand gripping their left thigh in a vice grip, leaving crescent shaped marks on their thigh. A hand roughly pushes down your head, which causes your tongue to plunge into Jordan’s cunt.

You move your tongue at a steady pace, adding two fingers that you curl periodically inside Jordan, their cunt tightening around your digits. Their legs wrap around your head tightly as they reach their peak, a high pitched scream leaves their mouth as they cum again, legs shaking as they come down from their high. Sweat coats their skin as they struggle to catch their breath, “Fuck babygirl…I guess since you did so good I’ll give you what you want. How do you want me?”

You feel your heart soar, you’d been rubbing your thighs together to gain any sort of relief, any sort of friction to get yourself off. “I-i need you to fuck dick me down, real good and real hard. Punish me anyway please Jordan please!”

A smile graces their face as they switch forms again, they hold their cock in their hands, “Well I’m gonna need some assistance Angel…” You eagerly take their cock into your mouth, licking and sucking them until they get erect again, you remove your mouth from their cock, a string of saliva connecting the two.  

“You look so fucking good like this, I can’t believe you’re all mine.” Jordan says as they move into position behind you, rubbing the tip of their cock between your throbbing pussy lips. Ever so slowly they slide their cock into you inch by inch, Jordan holds your hips in place as you try to push back into them. Once they fill you to the hilt they immediately pull almost all the way out only to roughly slam back into you.

They set a brutal pace, holding your head down by your neck to brace themself as they roughly fuck you into oblivion. You feel your orgasm building up again so fast, you are so close and Use Me or Lose Me || Jordan Like a dam overflowing you feel yourself practically dissolving around Jordan.

You feel a gush of liquid escaping from your cunt, your legs giving up on you as you struggle to hold yourself up. Jordan doesn’t stop though, they continue fucking you through your orgasm, you feel yourself getting over stimulated and you try to wiggle away from Jordan but they hold you in place.

They slap your ass roughly and repeatedly, rubbing soothing circles onto your stinging flesh. Tears fall down your face as you look back at Jordan pleadingly but at the sight of your tears they laugh. “Look at you being a crybaby about getting dicked down like you wanted. You wanted me to treat you like the needly little whore you are and now you’re whining about getting what you begged for? You’re pathetic baby girl!” 

They fuck you through yet another orgasm, whimpers spilling from your lips as you feel yourself cum again spasming around Jordan’s cock as they give you no time to rest. They rub your clit as you cry out again and again, relishing the feeling of you squeezing the life out of their cock, you feel their hand gripping your throat. They tighten it around your neck cutting off your air supply, a rough kiss applied to you lips, their thrusting never ceasing their pace in the slightest. You feel them throbbing close to yet another release, just as they release your neck to fill you up yet again do you feel their teeth bite deep into your flesh.

As you take in gasping breath they lick at the wound on your neck, gripping your body as they slump onto you, not pulling themselves from your heat. They hold onto you and whisper into your ear, “I’m sorry about being an asshole, but just know I won’t just let you walk out on me without a fight Angel.” 

They nuzzle your neck and your eyes grow heavy and the ghost of a smile is on your lips, at least they paid me some fucking attention.

[kaluxsims]

It's here! Halloween! And my Simblreen treat 4! This time, nothin' says lovin' like somethin' for your coven! (That was terrible. I'm kinda sorry, but not very.) There's something for every kind of witch in @satterlly's Witching Hour part 1. I converted all of the clothes and made a little offshoot of one of the dresses. Everything is AF only (sorry, blame the second dead laptop), set as Everyday, and has both morphs. All dresses come without tights in 30 textures and with tights in 5 textures. There's so much here, including three new shoe conversions, so this is a very long post. Or you can download it all right now.

Download: SFS or MediaFire

(Accessories not included - Mostly by Skell)

Note: For reasons I don't understand (and trust me, I tried to fix it), some of these have that thing where there are little skin-color lines at the edges when you zoom out. It only happens on my gaming laptop, not the one with worse graphics. I have no idea why, and if anyone knows how to fix it, please let me know. I hope you want them anyway and it doesn't happen on your computer.

DressShort is an explosion of ruffles. It comes with Skell's witch ankle boots, because DeeDee used them recently and I was running out of time. Some dress colors have new boot recolors by me, as seen in the preview at the top.

DressMedium has the same neckline and sleeves as DressShort, but a full mid-calf skirt. It comes with mary janes by Elfdor (RIP).

This is just too cool, right? A mid-calf skirt and tucked in graphic tee. I paired it with Mina Boots by Solistair (retired).

And last of the Satterlly originals in this bunch, 1Sleeve dress. It comes with @madlensims' Bellanza Boots, the short version. I love the asymmetrical hem with the mock neck and single sleeve.

I was inspired to riff on that style and wound up (thanks to a poll) with a shorter version with two long sleeves. (Ok, they're 3/4 sleeves, but shh.) It also comes with Madlen's Bellanza Boots and is repo'ed to the 1Sleeve dress for the non-tights version.

Dress swatches (same for all dresses):

Skirt/Tee swatches (color at bottom of each is the skirt):

@simblreenofficial

Download: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @satterly for TS4 clothing meshes and textures, @madlensims for TS4 Bellanza Boots meshes and textures, Solistair (retired) for TS4 Mina Boots meshes and textures, Elfdor (RIP) for TS4 mary janes meshes and textures, skell (retired) for TS2 witch ankle boots, tights textures from TS2 Apartment Life

Just because we've come to the very end of my Simblreen stuff, that doesn't mean I'm done with the frightful festivities. Look for one more thing later today! (If anyone actually read this far, hi!)

[wileys-russo]

That pic of mary and the baby hello…..i know you have written similar stuff before for her but could you do a blurb where the reader and mary have a baby together? maybe reader brings them to a match, once it’s over mary comes over to see them and takes the baby who instantly buries their head in her chest and all mary’s teammates notice and rush over to come see their favourite supporter

part of the a date to remember universe series 🫶🏻

crowd favourite II m.earps

you’d finally convinced your wife to let you bring your little bundle of joy to her first ever international football match, an england friendly against germany which being a euros rematch had already attracted a sold out crowd.

your wife forever over protective of both you and your little now nine month old daughter had banned the two of you from the previous england games claiming that the crowds became far too rowdy.

after a couple of months you’d started to take delilah to some of her home united matches, mary much more trusting of the crowds it drew in and knowing worse case she could be by your side in a minute if need be.

but now when you were up in the family and friends box staring down at your wife who was merely a spec in the wonderous size of a packed out wembley stadium, you’d needed to assure her over and over you would both be absolutely fine.

“well now do my eyes deceive me or is mrs earps finally off house arrest?” your head moved up toward the grinning blonde making her way over to you as you carefully stood with your daughter in your arms.

“hi lee.” you greeted the captain with a smile, kissing her cheek as she hugged you with one arm mindful of your daughter. “god she’s getting big, look at the hair on her!” leah gasped in surprise, ruled out from the game with a tweak in her knee sarina didn’t want to risk.

“you should see mary’s baby photos, this is nothing!” you laughed, kissing your daughters forehead affectionately before carefully passing her over to leah. you watched with a fond smile as the younger girl cooed at your daughter, face brightening as delilah rewarded her with a few giggles for her efforts.

“are you coming down?” leah asked nodding outside where you knew she’d shortly head down to sit behind the players bench with the rest of the staff. “i don’t think I have the clearance for that!” you laughed, handing off your daughter again to marys mum as she returned from the bathroom.

“please. look who you’re with! this face is all the clearance you need my girl.” leah grinned gesturing to herself making you roll your eyes playfully. “go! i’ve got her sweetheart she’s due for a nap soon anyway, mary will appreciate you being there.” julie smiled warmly.

“i’m just gonna see if she’ll feed before kick off. she was really fussy this morning with the bottle and mary not being home.” you sighed at the memory, barely able to have her drink more than a few mouthfuls.

taking delilah and grabbing your bag you moved toward the parents room, locking the door after you.

“-and you’re sure you don’t mind?” you asked your mother in law for the third time after your returned who shook her head with a laugh and waved you off. “darling she’s fed and fast asleep. go and enjoy the game!” the woman shooed you away as leah grabbed your hand, pulling you with her as you blew your daughter one last kiss.

“alright leah relax you’re gonna rip my arm off mate!”

~

“hi sexy.” you grinned at your wife as she finally made her way over after saying hi to as many fans as she could, the rest of the girls not far after her revelling in their 3-1 win.

“mary!” you squealed as your wife manhandled you up and over the barrier, placing you down on the pitch and kissing you fiercely earning you a few wolf whistles as you pulled away and buried your face in her shoulder.

“you’re so sweaty.” you mumbled with a sigh as she hugged you tightly, making a point to rub her face into your shirt as you pushed her off. “hello mrs earps! now where is mini earps?” you were quickly tugged into another sweaty hug by millie.

“up in the box with mary’s mum. nice to see you too brighty!” you poked accusingly at her chest. “excuse me it’s not my fault your bulldog of a wife won’t let us meet her unless through facetime!” millie pouted, several of the other girls around you joining in on their demands to meet delilah.

“hey i’ve been ready to bring her to the last three england games.” you defended, your wife sending you a murderous side eye for throwing her under the bus as her friends and team mates continued to whine at her.

“oh you guys haven’t met her? what a shame!” you were once again lifted into a sweaty hug as a smug alessia twirled you around and placed back on your feet, ignoring the unimpressed protests that followed her remark.

“stop winding them up. i’m raising you to be a pleasant and humble individual young lady!” you smacked her on the arm with a warning look as the blonde only grinned and kissed your cheek before you were pulled in by tooney who continued the teasing that the two of them saw your daughter almost daily.

“not a single one of you are laying a finger on her until you’ve showered, changed and washed your hands at least twice!” mary shouted sternly above all the noise, several of the girls all racing off to the change rooms making you laugh at their obvious eagerness.

“now look what you’ve done. whipped them into a bloody frenzy!” mary grumbled as she hugged you from behind, placing a few lazy kisses to your jaw as you leant into her secure hold, wincing slightly as she adjusted her arms to sit higher.

“hey love you alright?” she was back in front of you in an instant, hand caressing your cheek with a concerned stare as you nodded. “my boobs are killing me, i got her to feed earlier but i need to pump soon.” you mumbled in annoyance at your least favourite part of motherhood, your constantly aching chest.

“well i’ll make sure to give them lots of love and extra special attention and kiss them better for you later tonight baby.” the keeper whispered in your ear with a cheeky grin, hand moving around you to harshly squeeze your bum before giving it a smack as your eyes widened and you pushed at her chest.

“hope you’re washing your hands twice too after that little show mother mary!” millie and rach grinned wiggling their eyebrows at the woman, eyes widening as she lunged at them, chasing them off the pitch and back into the tunnel.

~

“hi gorgeous.” your wife was the first to appear upstairs, followed closely by a handful of her teammates whom you’d assume the girl kept held hostage in the change rooms until she was ready to come up herself.

“she just woke up, look whose back lilah!” you cooed rocking the infant in your arms as mary beamed, tickling underneath her chin as your daughter reached out for her eagerly.

a resounding chorus of aw’s echoed as mary scooped her up and your daughter buried her face in her hoodie covered chest, mary attacking her with kisses on every inch of her body as you watched on with a smile.

“right! make an orderly queue please girls. and no pushing! yes mills i’m looking at you when i say that.” your wife ordered sternly, bouncing your daughter on her hip as her team mates hurried to line up for a hold, the entire ordeal making you laugh.

“ah no! you let them have their turns you both saw her yesterday.” you were quick to grab both ella and alessia as they rushed past you, yanking them down into the seats beside you and ignoring their protests.

eventually they both gave up and rested their heads on either one of your shoulders, the three of you chattering about your plans to take delilah to the zoo next weekend. yet another thing you’d sworn the pair to secrecy over not wanting to upset the rest of their team mates much as the two loved nothing more than to flex their godmother and favourite aunty status about.

mary caught your eye with a grin as she protectively watched over your daughter, shaking her head at your two adopted daughters sprawled across your sides.

but neither of you would change a thing, your perfect little family.

[hotvintagepoll]

FINAL POLL OF ROUND 3

Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Meena Kumari (Sharada, Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai, Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam)— Meena Kumari was Indian actress and poet, regarded as the "Tragedy Queen of Bollywood" due to her legendary performances in emotionally charged roles. Using words from her biographer: "She had many dimensions — she read poetry, had many literary friends, [and] aspired to the higher life." Meena had an incredibly difficult life, and translated this pain into her volatile acting performances. She is an artist beloved and revered by her fans.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

Court Jester (seducing the king):

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Meena Kumari:

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[your-favourite-yapper]

pelaes. seimd ebgging you. coem abck

this ask is so old it's rotting but one thing that will nvr rot is our lvoe 💞

Umm not a tw but idk any mythological creatures so dotn hate me also there's cannibalism

2 vers bc I luh them

Version 1 (v much based off of ur xeno x sirius post): pandora is a respected sci who's in charge of studying these creatures and she v muchxould care less abt them and views them as being less than humans abut then a new ship ment comes (mary) and pandora is droooling bc mary is litr perfect?? So even tho mary was like, sent there to be put down or whatevs pandora demands to be able to work on her and imm mary senses pandoras weakness and like starts asking for things and how could pandora say no that face?? Pandora convinces herself that she's in the position of power here and can stop anytime she wants but all it takes for mary to say that she needs a bigger room for her wing health and pandora will trip over herself to fulfill that need, "it's just for science!" she says as she gives mary a pedicure. And mary while she experiences disgust or distate to pandora (pandora cant even like fly?! Pathetic.) It's sooo fun to see pandora get infatuated w her just like that anda,so there's the whole "pandora things all otherbeings are inferior except mary" thing going on wc makes her feel 🌟 special💫 bc pandoras tests on the other otherbeings is like rip their hair out, beat them up, rip their intestines out while their still alive and swap them w another otherbeing vs pandoras tests on mary being stuff like them doing those silly quizzes in gossip magazines to see if marys a summer or spring (summer), and like pandora sketching marys features w measurements in a sketchbook and like building a whole sculpture of marys body (for the tits and ass) and like massaging her wings but mary never forgot the whole purpose of this but. Pandora while she loves maty will nvr forget abt mary being an otherbeing so like she treats her the same indulgent way a mom would treat a child demanding for a later bedtime or smth EV mary builds up pandoras trust to the pt where pandora would only lock 13 of the doors 90 locks at night and ev 13 becomes 3 wc becomes 2 wc becomes 1 wc becomes...NONE!! and mary runs a2ay the first chance she gets and when pandora finds out she kills her self after drinking marys blood

2nd ver is where pandora is a sci that is extremely skeptical of like otherbeings existing and there's a village that's being haunted by an other being in the woods and pandira moves to the woods to disprove this theory and get that dolla 🤑🤑 anyways she moves and she findslike signs of marys presence and is like "hold awnn 😱😱 watt??" And she starts doing these rituals to lure mary and one day mary appears and pandora is GONE infact in this ver it's even worse bc in that one she was taken aback by mary in gen and not the fact she was an otherbeing but now it's mary AND the fact she's an other being so it's like damn double homicide but uh anyways pandora gets obsessed and records EVERYTHINB wbt mary what tines she comes out, how long she stays, her physical features etc etc and she starts a garden even tho she hates plants and the onky flower is a marigold and she starts trying to spproach mary but the thing is madys the type of otherbeing to stand in ur yard and wait 4 u to app then run away and each day she's a bit farther down ur yard till ev ur in HER forest and she uh...eats you?? If u DONT follow her tho she'll litr kill every1 in the village but bc pandora isn't from the village and has like empathy issues so she owuldnt be affected uf this happened and doenst even believe this myth + pandora doesn't kno mary eats the ppl she just thinks she freaky like that and umm they have odd convos but it's always mary asking the qns and if pandora asks the qns mary smiles and leaves and ev pandora is so strung out she starts higkey traumadumping but marys like wait i love this bithc?? So she entertains pandoras qns and um ev they grow rlly close and pandoras mary stuff (TM) is now sm she has a whole room dedicated 2 her and like one day pandora asks her what she did w the ppl who she killed and marys says she eats them but pandora thinks she's joking so she's like "haha...wat" and marys like " yeah i have to kill and eat ppl or like ..idk what happenes bc im pike the only 1 like me but it cant be anything good...but its not that bad i onky eat the heart :) " so pandkra thinks and thinks abt this until one day she's suddenly infront o f a villagers hosue ?? W a knife in her hand ?? And the door opens and the k ifes no longer in her hands but in the neighbors abdomen ?? And she leaves him out in front of her door?? And can hear mary eat him ?? How weird. Umm anyways ev marys like I wanna change 4 u 🥺🥺 so she like moves in w pandora and there's one rule pandora has wc is mary can't enter that one room and they have fun being silly goofy Lil wuh luh wuhs and going on fates and mary starts getting curious bc pandora is always in that room at the end of the day (shes recording her mary scrapbook) and mary starts believing pandoras being unfaithful or whatev and the anger festers (big theme w her btw) until one day she snaps and like stabs pandora w her talons and after being stabbed by marys talons ur litr a goner bc theyre posionous and when pandoras bleeding out u kno that scene in bones and all ?(have not seen the movie bc im scared but have read the wiki summary and thats like the same thing) the one where the character is bleeding out and convinces and pleads w the other to just eat them bones and all ?? Thats what happens pandora pleads w mary to eat her so they could b tghtr 4ever but mary can't bring herself to do it so she onky eats pandoras heart and savors it like a delicacy and then she buries pandora under her marigold flowers and she goes into the room and realizes that pandora wasnt being unfaithful 😯😯 she was just being a weirdo abt her !! Wait...pandora wasn't being unfaithful....oh. and ev mary gets so depressed she digs into pandoras grave w her hands and like buries herself alive in the ground w her

[skyartworkzzz]

I came back to promp another lore ramble

Also could we get a status update on the fic? I really want to see nari go back in time for the lamb

YIPPEEEEEEEEE love me lore ramble!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, OFC!! Heres a tiny lil update of the fic so far! I finally got back to writing it and am just struggling to find out what happens next.......but I promise its in the works! <3

NOW onto the ramble! Yesterday I went a bit ham on my Creepypasta reimagination, so thats what we will be talking about today! Specifically centered around Jeff the Killer CUZ IM THAT PREDICTABLE OKAY-

Anyways! Lore under the cut <3 tw for violence and gore!!

Jeff The Killer:

My Jeff is around his 35 years old and is the younger brother of Liu, who's only 1-2 years older and works as an architect

The brothers share the same apartment, Jeff decided to move in with Liu after living with their parents for a while. Hes currently trying to amount enough money in order to move somewhere of his own

Jeff suffers from depression and has psychotic episodes from time to time, so he has to take meds. Even after he became a killer, he still steals the needed medication to keep his mental exhaustion in check

From time to time, their lower-floor neighbor Ms. Harper calls Jeff to fix her old sink. Everytime Jeff goes over, her son pesters him for fun, which is why Jeff hates him

One day, both Jeff and Liu are invited to the bday of Ms. Harper's son, which was being held at his aunt's house. While in the party, her kitchen sink floods and so she asks Jeff to fix it. While doing so, Ms. Harper's kid accidentally throws chemicals on Jeff's face after trying to prank him with his friends

Jeff is then driven to the hospital by Liu, but they suffer a car crash, which makes Jeff's face melt down and turn pale white. Liu suffered the major damages and had to go through surgeries to put his organs back in place

When Jeff wakes up and sees the damage that was done, he suffers a mental breakdown which leads him to murder Ms. Harper's son. Once the deed was done, he disappeared and started his serial killing career

Jeff cut his lips into a smile specifically to terrify Ms. Harper's son, as if guilting him bout thinking what he did was funny

Before going off the radar, Jeff visited Liu one last time without others knowing, saying he didnt blame his brother for what had happened. Liu, although half-conscious, was able to hear Jeff telling him to go back to sleep

Homicidal Liu:

HONESTLY my Liu doesnt have much of "homicidal" to him LMAO

After the events that led both him and Jeff into the hospital, Liu went through surgeries to recover and was in a coma for a couple of days, which was the time it took for Jeff to start his killer life

When Liu woke up and learned that his brother had disappeared, he quickly volunteered to help and search for him, until finally discovering he was a murderer

Convinced to bring him back to his senses, Liu begged to be part of the police operation to capture Jeff, after proving he could be of use for knowing how his brother worked. And so, he was teamed up with a detective called Jane, who was in charge of arresting Jeff

After much investigation and searching, Liu and Jane finally came face to face with the killer, but came to a fight which led Jeff to carving a smile on Liu's face too and almost ripping his eyelids off like his own. Liu was led back to the hospital after this and received stitches

Seeing as they were lacking experience to capture Jeff, both the detectives accepted to undergo a special training. However, due to Liu's physical state, he wasn't able to finish it and decided to remain on the more schemeful side of the operation rather than direct combat

Given his stitches on his mouth and the horrible wounds his brother left on him, Liu constantly uses a mask and clothes that cover most of his body

Jane the Killer:

Jane works as a detective for the police, she is happily married to a woman named Mary and both live in a spacious, fancy apartment

Her parents were kindhearted and lived with her little sister, Jessie, in a simple house around the quieter parts of the city

Being one of the best agents and praised by the government, Jane was tasked with tracking down Jeff and bringing him to justice. It was during this search that Liu came into contact with her, after learning she was in charge of the operation

Throughout the times they spent together trying to capture Jeff, the killer murdered Jane's parents as a warning for her to leave him alone. But understandbly, that only made her more convinced to seize him with a new goal in mind: kill Jeff

When Liu and Jane received the special traning, Liu wasnt able to participate due to his condition, but Jane carried out until the last step. She was injected with Liquid Hate and gained her superpowers, with the side-effects being her skin turning pale and her eyes and hair black

After the "training" was done, Jane came closer and closer to finally capturing Jeff, but with an unexpected drawback: she was now wanted by the police for committing crimes she couldnt remember doing. Given the new scenario, the detective started working as an underworld punisher

She still searches for Jeff and stays in touch with Liu, now secretly since she is also being hunted down. They both still work as partners from time to time trying to find his brother

Lil extras!

After her parents were killed, Jessie moved in with Jane and Mary, being a survivor of Jeff's wrath luckily for not being home that day

Liu does not know Jane intends to kill Jeff, and she will never tell him, for she knows he will try to stop her

The Liquid Hate project was actually a Proxy experiment, organized by one of Slenderman's Agents who was also the scientist in charge of the special training Jane and Liu received. Jane became a Sleeper thanks to said experiment, with homicidal tendencies she is luckily able to channel to wanted criminals

That is all for now! Theres a whole lot more I havent said here cuz omfg thats too long already

MAYBE ONE DAY ILL BE able to write my own fanfictions about these, who knows

Anyways! Bless chu for the curiosity <3

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The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self

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Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self

Chapter word count: 3.3k words

The next morning, Aristia wakes up to soft sun rays on her bed that contrast the throbbing pain in her temples. She’s still dressed in the ripped-up lingerie, the recollection of last night’s events making her heart throb as much as her head.

The Emperor loathes me. She thinks and turns the thought in her head a couple of times in hopes that she’ll find a solution, a way to combat his vexation. Then, she remembers some of his words:

“Just stay somewhere, quietly and out of my sight, and I’ll leave you be as well.”

That’s not too bad, she realises. If she were to just stay out of his sight, he wouldn’t ask for her either. She could live the rest of her days quietly in the Palace without having to see him, and just lead a peaceful day-to-day life reading books in the Royal Library. There certainly must be a ton of books she wouldn’t find in the Kingdom, especially medicine books, since the Empire is most known for their advances in remedies.

Nothing would be different from the Kingdom, except for the abuse she had to endure. She’s safe here, she hopes. The Emperor doesn’t want to touch her, so she’s safe. For the first time in years, she’s safe. Her back won’t be bloodied anymore; the soles of her feet won’t be sore for days on end; the back of her knees won’t hurt.

She is safe.

She is safe.

This thought brings a large smile on Aristia’s face, and she almost forgets about the headache. She gets out of bed and notices her crown on a table nearby the door, next to a vase of withered flowers. She puts it on her head and opens her door after hugging the fur coat tight around her body, and she sees an unfamiliar guard and a maid who bow respectfully.

“Hello.” She starts.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness.” The maid and the guard speak at the same time.

“You may rise. What time is it?”

“It’s past 12 o’clock, Your Highness.”

“Oh my, I slept for some time. What are your names?”

“My name is Mari, and I’ve been appointed by His Highness to assist you.” The maid starts. 

The guard also introduces himself, and Aristia wonders what happened to Changbin or Lee Know. She notices their uniforms are different, so the guards she met must’ve been of higher rank than the one standing in front of her. However, she doesn’t inquire about it.

She asks Mari to draw her a bath and prepare some clothes for her, and ignores the guard, as his duty is to stay at her door and protect her from any intruders. Mari follows the orders, but to Aristia’s dismay, the bath water is cold once again, and the clothes the maid prepared are shabby.

She doesn’t say a thing, though. It’s clear that she’s disliked, so she expected some mistreatment. The withered flowers were her first hint. She’s not even sure if she should retaliate anyway, since she doesn’t have the Emperor’s support.

Feeling like a doormat is something she’s used to; it’s the treatment she’s received her whole life. However, sinking her body into the freezing cold bathtub, she can’t help but think of how harshly her mother’s maid would’ve scolded her if she knew what Aristia is willing to brush over.

Her head is now underwater, and she has the urge to scream, but instead, she just keeps her eyes closed and tries to ignore how much her body is shaking in the cold water. She has no desire to come back to the surface.

This is peaceful. She thinks, holding a strong grip on the edges of the tub, just to ensure she’s keeping herself underwater.

After about one minute, she feels a strong urge to breathe, so she reluctantly lets herself come up in a sitting position, taking a couple of hurried breaths. She read in a book a while ago that you can actively practice holding your breath in order to be able to do so for a longer time, so she decides that this would be a good thing to focus on for the time being.

Holding her breath.

She lets herself go underwater again, but to her dismay, she’s only able to stay there for about 100 seconds before she needs to breathe. Her breaths come out more hurried than before, and she internally curses. She decides a better course of action as of now would be actually washing herself, as she must prepare for lunch.

~

Once she is dry and dressed, she is escorted by her guard to another room where she would have her meal. She wanted to protest at first, considering that she’s eaten in the bedroom until now, and tell the guard to keep watch at her door instead, but decides against it when she notices she’s yet again going to eat on her own.

The Emperor doesn’t come to have lunch with her, not that she expected it, but if he did, then maybe…

Maybe she would’ve gotten more to eat than dried salad leaves and a salad dressing with a faint rancid smell. The tea she is served also tastes off, so she guesses that whoever brewed it is not too fond of her, letting the teapot on top of the flame for long enough to get this bitter taste.

~

With every passing week, the mistreatment keeps going far beyond. The ladies of the court talk behind her back about the lack of affection – or rather, interest – from the Emperor. It’s already widely known throughout the court that their marriage has yet to be consummated, that Chris kicked her out in the middle of the night, and that she didn’t object, she simply walked barefoot to her room with little dignity. All the ladies adore this subject, it hasn’t died off even months after, especially since the Emperor hasn’t spent any nights with Aristia since.

Loafer

Thief

Fake Empress

Dirty wench

And even whore, for whoever is brave enough to call Aristia that. The names she’s famous for are never ending, and the worst part of it all? There’s nothing she can do about it.

Nothing.

She can’t address any of the names she’s been called, she can’t counter the poison-tongued court ladies, for she has no achievements and no chance to prove herself worthy of the title of Empress. She is purposely kept away from all the Empire’s business by Chris and his advisors, so she can’t do any of her duties.

She’s been compared time and time again to Arabella, the young woman she started paying attention to since the wedding, and she’s found out some interesting things.

Arabella is a member of one of the most powerful aristocratic families in the Empire, who has supported the previous Emperor in ascending the throne. They’ve offered unconditional support to Chris as well, so everyone expected Arabella to become Empress, until talks of the negotiations between the Kingdom of the South and the Empire of the Sun started taking place.

This has apparently been a blow in the face for Arabella, who not only had enough power and support from her family and the aristocracy to get on the throne as Chan’s bride, but who was also blindly in love with him, to the point where she openly claimed how heartbroken she was to the news of his marriage to someone else.

In fact, she made so much fuss about it, it was all over the papers for several weeks prior to the actual wedding, and for some more after.

If she were a simple aristocratic woman with a shallow personality and nothing to her name but her family’s power, Aristia wouldn’t have paid her any mind. But she was far from superficial. Arabella’s family owned multiple businesses, she’s been involved in lots of charities, and has actively done a lot for the people.

Compared to the Empress, who’s done absolutely nothing ever since she came in power, Arabella shines like an expensive jewel indeed. The comparisons between them always end in a bad note for Aristia, and since she doesn’t have any support from her husband, the court ladies just get more and more brutal in their words and behaviour towards her.

Even the maids are having a field day with all the gossiping going around the Palace. So much so, that they’ve become brave. They sometimes even make Aristia trip in the hallways when she’s headed outside without her guard – for the man asked to monitor her no longer accompanies her everywhere – which resulted in more than one bruise on her forearms and chin.

However, these things don’t phase Aristia. She couldn’t care less about Chris or Arabella, about the court ladies and the maids’ mean words or ill behaviour, or the name-calling, or even about the fact that she’s not allowed to do any of her duties. She doesn’t care about any of that.

The only thing that truly cuts her heart open is her under-stimulated mind, due to the lack of access to the Royal Library. Even if she is Empress, a permit stamped by the Emperor Himself is needed to access the library, and so far, no matter how many times she’s tried submitting official requests, she hasn’t gotten any response. Her requests get denied over and over again.

This is what’s truly harsh on her. Ever since her younger brother was born, the only thing that helped her survive and keep her sanity was the access to books from all sorts of fields. Even when her father decided that she no longer needed any teachers, since now there was an actual Heir to their throne, and that her tutors’ efforts are better spent elsewhere, she still had books. Enough of them to study day and night, to get educated in geography, politics, history, biology, medicine, physics, mathematics, the continent’s languages, customs and so on. She read, read and read until her eyes were tired and her fingertips hurt from changing the pages; until her nose was runny from the dust on the books on the highest shelves, that people barely touched; until her back hurt from hunching.

She had books. Her only friends, companions, and lovers during her lonely teenage years.

And now she has nothing. Chris made sure of that.

The only words she can read are found in the newspapers, if Mari feels particularly kind during the day to bring her one. Even that is not too often, as Mari, just like everyone else, still hates Aristia’s guts, even months after serving her. Her baths are still cold, and her food is still a few days old, which more often than not results in Aristia skipping mealtimes entirely, and it shows: she’s lost weight and looks frail now, her cheeks a bit hollow, her appearance gaunt, her body weak.

And no one cares.

No one cares about her health, for she’s not needed. The Emperor doesn’t want to have a child with her, it seems, so even her medical check-ups have been neglected.

No one cares.

And neither does Aristia, if not for the lack of books.

She feels like she’s going insane. Her brain is rotting away. The first two months or so weren’t that difficult; she recited book after book in her head, remembering all sorts of information that’s unlikely to be useful in any situation. But still, it helped keep her sane.

Now, however, it’s getting harder and harder to remember any interesting information or recall anything of significance that she hasn’t thought over hundreds of times already. The Emperor is still ignoring her requests, or denying them immediately.

~

Enough is enough.

After pondering for a while, she eventually decides to simply head to Chan’s office and confront him about it. Ask him for a valid reason why he’s not paying any mind to her requests, why he’s denying her the only source of entertainment she needs to survive, for books are as vital as air to her.

She’s nervous, as she hasn’t seen him since their wedding night, but her resolve is absolute.

“Take me to the Emperor’s office.” She commands her guard, who looks shocked for a few seconds.

“But, Your Highness, in order to meet his Emperor, you might have to request an audience and-” He says hurriedly and she fights the urge to roll her eyes.

“You seem to have forgotten, but I am the Empress.” She cuts him off with a fake smile, her millionth ever since coming to the Empire.

It was getting tiring.

“So, what audience exactly do you suggest I should request?” She continues in a challenging manner with a tilt of her head.

The guard stumbles on his words and quickly bows and decides to show her the way.

In front of Chan’s office, a guard she doesn’t know bows respectfully as he sees the Empress approaching.

“Hello.” She smiles sweetly.

“Good day, Moon of the Empire.”

“Is my husband inside?” She asks, side-eying her personal guard, making sure he remembers she is still Empress.

She wonders why Lee Know and Changbin aren’t guarding the Emperor’s door this time, and at the thought of Changbin, she can’t help but compare him and her current guard; how much better he would be at taking care of her instead of the guard assigned to her.

More respectful, more obedient, more attentive. Perhaps she should request Chris to replace this guard with him as well, since she came here making demands anyway.

“Yes, Your Highness. The Emperor is indeed in his office, but there is an important meeting taking place.”

“Will you open the doors, or will you keep me waiting?” Aristia smiles again, but noticing the guard’s puzzled, unsure look, she decides to make life easier for him, and brushes past, placing her hands on the handles of the large doors herself.

She’s taking full advantage of the fact that she’s Empress, for no one but Chris can touch her without her permission, nor stop her in any way.

“Let me, Your Majesty.” The guard speaks, to her surprise, so she moves away and allows him to open the doors.

~

In Chan’s office, Seungmin, Han and the Emperor are discussing important matters, when they are rudely interrupted by the opening of the door.

“What?” The Emperor asks annoyed, raising his gaze from his papers, viciously eying the guard as if he were on a battlefield.

“Your Highness, my deepest apologies for disturbing you during such a busy time. I am aware you mentioned you shouldn’t be disturbed under any circumstances, however-”

“If you know, why come here?” Chris asks sharply, making the guard cower in fear.

“Her Highness the Empress is here to see you.”

Upon hearing these words, Chris raises his eyebrows in surprise and puts down the papers in his hands on the desk.

“Why?” He asks, the surprise in his voice barely audible. 

Before the guard has enough time to respond, Aristia enters the room with her head held high, the Empire’s crown laid beautifully on top of her hair. Her clothes are still shabby, though, and she wears no jewels, nor an intricate hairstyle, but her status is visible just through her immaculate posture and elegance.

She is of noble blood and Empress through and through, no matter how many people deny it.

“Hello, husband.” She smiles cunningly. “What a nice office you have.”

“Why are you here?” He replies instead, annoyed by her presence. The fact that she dared to speak first is a telltale sign of her position on the throne next to him, and he loathes it.

However, he can’t help but notice the burning in her eyes. He’s seen it before, and even though he doesn’t want to admit it, it’s something he truly admires about her.

“Just thought I’d pass by and see my dear husband, why else?” She smiles, then glances at Seungmin and Han who, despite the reluctance on their faces, bow respectfully.

“Well, you did. As you can see, I’m busy. See yourself out.” Chris answers coldly, then grabs the papers on his desk again and starts going through them, not paying any more attention to Aristia.

“I need to talk to you about a pressing matter.” She looks one more time at the two men standing next to Chan’s desk, who quickly look between each other and bow again, before excusing themselves.

Once they are out of the room, Chris sighs and looks at her again.

“Let’s hear it. What’s so important?”

“My library permit.”

“What about it?”

“You declined it. Again.” Aristia says and Chris just nods. This tells her he’s done it on purpose. “Why?”

“What do you need it for? Can you even read?” He mocks.

“No. I just enjoy looking at pretty books and their illustrations, and oh, the smell! Can’t forget the smell!” She exclaims dramatically, which makes Chan laugh briefly, before his face turns serious once more.

“There’s no need for you to get access to the library, since you don’t need to do any duties.”

“I don’t get it.” She crosses her arms, and he raises an eyebrow. “You brought me here, you married me. I didn’t ask for any of this. You don’t want me to do any of my duties? Fine, I won’t. But this is the only thing I’ve ever requested of you. Is it that difficult for you to grant me this one thing?”

“Yes.”

To that, Aristia no longer knows what to say. Her shoulders fall in defeat as she realises there is no way to change his mind. She’s tried communicating, but he, just like everyone else in this Empire, couldn’t care less about her.

“You try to act like an Empress, but look at you. What’s with your dress? Did you roll in mud before coming to see me?” He points to the slightly dirty hems, and Aristia can barely contain her bitter laugh.

“You tell me. This is what your servants dress me in.”

The Emperor falls silent for a moment, then returns to his papers.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Yes. I need you to reconsider.”

He sighs.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m quite busy.” He points towards the door without taking his eyes out of his papers, and Aristia feels defeated.

She turns around, disappointment weighing heavily on her heart.

It hurts.

She’s never asked for his love, not even for his approval. She doesn’t care that he wouldn’t accept her as an Empress, nor that no one else in the Empire does. All she wanted was access to some books, to keep her mind occupied, just as she’s always done.

But he won’t even grant her that.

~

It’s hard to contain her disappointment on the way back to her rooms, but she figures she can’t simply let this go. Living with no source of entertainment to stimulate her brain is the only thing she can’t do.

She thinks long and hard, and once she gets to her bedroom, she plops herself on the bed and thinks some more.

She is not allowed in the library, and her maid won’t bring her any books. She’s tried before. There is nothing to read but the newspaper that comes every few days, which she’s been collecting in a small pile on her desk.

That’s right. The desk.

Aristia suddenly stands up and runs towards her desk, rummaging through the few drawers. She finds a pen, but no ink or paper.

“Mari!” She calls to her maid, who enters the room seconds after with a respectful bow.

“Have you called, your Highness?”

“Bring me paper and some ink.”

“Would you like to write a letter? Should I also bring some envelopes and a wax seal?”

“There’s no need. Paper and ink will suffice.”

The maid nods once more and leaves the room annoyingly slow. Can’t she see that Aristia is in a rush?

She returns moments later with everything the Empress requested. Aristia wastes no time in asking her to get out and begins pouring out all her thoughts on the papers.

She writes, and writes, and writes, making up stories and inventing worlds. She creates characters, she lets them face all sorts of difficulties, but all of them come up successful in the end. Having knowledge of a wide range of subjects comes in handy when writing, she notices, as she is able to give that knowledge to her characters as well.

It turns out that writing is quite entertaining, and it takes up the whole day. It’s already dinner time when she reluctantly puts the pen down. To be honest, she’d much rather keep writing than eat dried salad leaves for the umpteenth time.

~

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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My Professional Opinion on Chapter 4

Spoilers under cut!

Doey my boi you deserved so much better!! I really like the way Doey is animated kinda like a 2D character in a 3D world I think that's very neat. He's pretty well written and super sympathetic. I kinda wish we got the opportunity to choose between enacting his or Poppy's plans though. Honestly I think that would have been pretty cool but I guess not... RIP Doey you will be missed greatly...

How the fuck did Yarnaby get burnt alive exactly?? I'm still tryna wrap my mind around his death scene. Like I'd get him getting torn up by the hook or just falling down that pit but where tf did that fire come from? Anyways the sequence with Yarnaby had me on edge (YES EVEN IF I WAS WATCHING SOMEBODY PLAY THROUGH THE GAME ON YOUTUBE) so bravo Mob.

HARLAND. HARLEY MY BOI. It's neat to see the "turning Harley into an experiment himself cuz Playtime needed a means of putting him under control" theory was right. He reminds me of Narinder from Cult of the Lamb in a way (this comparison got even funnier when he brought out Baba Chops, you know, the LAMB to try to take out the player). But I have a few bones to pick. I wish we got more of an explanation of why Harley is the way he is with wanting to make the experiments and whatnot. His character was done dirty in this chapter. Also Harley's boss fight... why couldn't we face off with the actual him? Like actually him using one of the CRT TV head bodies instead of the clones? I also wish we didn't kill Harley. I feel like it would have been neat that for the rest of chapter 4 and into chapter 5 Harley could chime in like he did in chapter 4 having the player feel more guilty about blowing up part of the factory leading to the death of a bunch of innocent toys. Maybe have him be an ally later on?? I guess what I'm tryna say is that I wish he got more screen time. He was hyped up just to have~ 12 minutes of screentime in a 3 hour long game. RIP Harley you deserved better story wise.

Honestly I'm not surprised Ollie was the Prototype BUT I was surprised that they brought back Huggy. I was thinking that they were saving him for the last chapter (I mean I guess they did?? He only gets a few seconds of screen time before the chapter ends and chapter 5 seems to be the grand finale).

The little Safe Haven village is pretty neat I like all the lil' guys over there. Seeing that not all the Smiling Critters are feral kinda helps me with my idea for a SC/NC OC. Good to know I'm not gonna accidentally create a Mary Sue. Also goddamn Playtime really liked making SC/NC experiments, huh? There's so many of them holy shit!

Conclusion: chapter 4 does have its strengths but it could have been better.

Conclusion but funni: Splatoon and Cult of the Lamb did the fusion dance in a toy factory and thus chapter 4 was born.

[queer-ragnelle]

do you have any arthur/guinevere/lancelot recommendations? if not, just stories where their characters were done justice and their friendship is explored and the love triangle comes to some satisfying solution.

i sure do! as always, with caveats. this list has two parts: films first and then books as i have suggestions for both! all of these movies can be watched here and the books read here.

TL;DR movies: Excalibur (1981), Camelot (1967), Knights of The Round Table (1953), Merlin and The Sword (1985), Sword of Lancelot (1963)

TL;DR books: The Birth of Galahad by Richard Hovey, Arthur Rex by Thomas Berger, Guinevere Trilogy by Persia Woolley, Guinevere by Lavinia Collins, Spear by Nicola Griffith, honorable mention to Arthurian Saga by Mary Stewart

MOVIES:

Excalibur (1981): for me it has everything. we get to see young stupid arthur and clever curious guinevere fall in love, their wedding is gorgeous, then nicholas clay my beloved lancelot throws a wrench in it as he loves and respects them both so much, and they love him. he gets to be crazy about it too like running off to the woods to beg god to take these feelings away, dreams he's fighting himself and ends up impaled<3 meanwhile arthur/guinevere leave a cup out for him even when he isn't there. the crux of it comes when guinevere is accused of cheating (which she hadn't even at this point) and arthur won't champion her because his kingship comes before husbandly duties, so lancelot fights for her honor instead. at the end, after guinevere has gone away to a convent (lancelot is a wildman with a full beard lost to them all) arthur comes to retrieve excalibur from her and his speech is so romantic about finding her in the next life. i die every time. here is my review of that movie.

Camelot (1967): i adoooore this guinevere. jenny<3 she does whatever she wants and i love that for her. the whole may day queen aspect of her is muah chef's kiss. small wonder arthur loved her immediately. this arthur gets to wear eyeliner which is a plus. lancelot almost kills arthur on meeting him and then falls at his feet on realizing it, only for guinevere to be really cold to him at first, trying to get other knights to defeat him, but ends up falling in love with him. which arthur totally knows and turns a blind eye to btw. even when pellinore brings it up in as gently as possible, arthur bites his head off, knowing he cant even entertain the rumor or else the kingdom is in danger, and he just wants his two favorite people to be happy....cries forever.

Knights of The Round Table (1953): the biggest downside to this one is that lancelot has a horrible insufferable american accent. however his celebrity worship/instant friendship with arthur is soooo good. he breaks his own sword for threatening the king and then arthur gives him his own....is that even allowed to be so adorable? anyway so lancelot had met guinevere before they were arthur's friend and wife, essentially had a charming meet cute, and went their separate ways, only to formally meet at the wedding in front of everyone....god, the eye contact could turn someone to stone. arthur is extremely sympathetic and compassionate, to the point that when he catches guinevere sulking alone on the roof with a gift from lancelot, he says "i miss him too..." bruh???? my heart?? all around delicious food.

Merlin and The Sword (1985): huge disclaimer...this movie is ugly as sin lol the only version available is ripped from a vhs tape so it might as well be a crunchy gif at this point. it was also cut down from the 3 hour tv version to 1.5 hours which is a tragedy. (i've tried emailing the studio for a rerelease to no avail...) however it has the most insane arthur/guinevere/lancelot ever i'll never be the same. arthur is played by malcom mcdowell who always brings his a game to roles. he's a bit older than guinevere, but she apparently taught him to read? he dotes on her but he's somewhat emotionally stunted which gets in the way. this guinevere is gorgeous i'm obsessed with her she has this deep sultry voice and a simple elegance that completely shatters lancelot's resolve. i get it, it would work on me. lancelot meanwhile is this incredibly lanky sometimes mute shy guy who is besties with gawain and his meet cute with guinevere involves the mingling of their blood after they are both cut on some rose thorns? hello???? they're freaks just like chrétien intended. the blood. they share bath water and fuck in a dungeon. then after guinevere is rescued from meleagant, arthur asks merlin for some sort of potion to help guinevere recover emotionally instead of like.....talking to her? he's trying but so so bad at it<3 he then takes her to bed to "treat her like a queen." IT'S ALL GREAT IT MAKES ME FERAL ARGH

Sword of Lancelot (1963): this one is fun because cornel wilde wrote it, directed it, and starred as lancelot himself!! the other fun factoid is the woman who plays guinevere is his real life wife. how stinking cute is that? so obviously their chemistry is ridiculous. but arthur is a cutie too. he's older and tends to talk down to guinevere a bit, which makes sense why she befriends lancelot in her loneliness. lancelot gets a lot of development, taking young tor under his wing, besties with gawain and lamorak and gareth. being irl married to guinevere also makes their disagreements feel very real. arthur is counseled by a ton of characters, bedievere, merlin, even mordred is here giving his two cents. so you really feel that tug of war pulling the throuple apart. it hurts.

BOOKS:

The Birth of Galahad by Richard Hovey: this play is wiiiiiild but the take away here is that guinevere is the mother of galahad. like what a twist. meanwhile all the men are away fighting rome so you get this tragic back and forth switching of perspective between lancelot and arthur missing guinevere (plus galehaut is here as counsel which really kicks this up a notch) then it cuts to guinevere with a new baby and tormented by the prospect of whether to write to rome with the news but afraid it will cause an upset where she cant be.....hovey you mad lad you've done it again.

Arthur Rex by Thomas Berger: i hate i keep having to recommend this bigoted book but damn it this arthur/guinevere/lancelot are so good. why are they sooo goood???? this arthur is compelling since he loses his virginity to morgause and is forever messed up after that, so he struggles to connect with guinevere in the way she needs, not really understanding her even though he bends over backwards to please her. meanwhile there isnt a word for what she and lancelot have here they need to be studied under a microscope so history doesn't repeat itself they're so twisted it's wild i can't look away. and the friendship between arthur and lancelot is so powerful and enduring that even at the end while joyous garde is under siege, arthur sends in kay with food the moment he hears their stores are low, and has him serve them like old times. he doesnt want it to be the way it is....sick and twisted narrative choices.

Guinevere Trilogy by Persia Woolley: i admit this isn't my favorite guinevere, but credit where it's due, she's a complex and fully realized character. through her we come to understand both arthur and lancelot as deeply damaged men, who had their emotional states devastated by the fall out of sexual abuse, and how that impacts their relationship with her (and their sons, mordred and galahad, who likewise suffer as a result of their fathers' emotional states). as a celtic queen, guinevere has every right to take a lover if she so desires, and arthur is not ignorant of his own failings as a husband, but the tragedy plays out anyway as the orkney brothers are there to wreak havoc on the place as usual. (you might find that this has a movie adaptation Guinevere (1994) don't watch it, trust me, it's not even fun bad, just cursed.)

Guinevere by Lavinia Collins: this is technically part of a series so you'll also get a lot of arthur and lancelot in the other three (Igraine, Morgawse, Morgan) but for the sake of this list, the guinevere one will suffice. anyway what i like about this is the strong contrast in relationships with both men. lancelot is bisexual and guinevere is the first woman he ever sleeps with (but not the last...) so theyre very tender and sweet together meanwhile arthur sired mordred before marrying her he's overall more adventurous while keeping entirely faithful to her for the rest of his life......there is a threesome in this but ironically its lancelot/guinevere/kay and not arthur but you know what? he deserves a win. this still goes on the list.

Spear by Nicola Griffith: this is perceval pov so the focus on arthur/guinevere/lancelot is minimal, but its delicious. arthur is kinda cold and mean here (falling back on the celtic "bear" thing, same as woolley does) but its revealed that he, lancelot, and guinevere are in a throuple, the characterization of lancelot's shy explanation of this was so good, and he goes on the grail quest to try and heal guinevere's womb so she can have their children, as it's a point of tension that mordred and galahad both exist, but guinevere wants to have children with arthur and lancelot. there's literally a part she faints and they both carry her off to bed like....they dont even pretend its any other way. no homophobia or slut shaming or anything like that in this book which is a huge plus. palate cleanser after arthur rex lol

Arthurian Saga by Mary Stewart: this is more of an honorable mention, as the first three books are merlin pov and the fourth is mordred. but book two (the hollow hills) has arthur raised alongside bedwyr (who is lancelot in all but name, son of ban, eventual lover of guinevere etc) they are the best of friends its adorable, bedwyr gave him his dog cabal, which is cute on its own, then fast forward to mordred pov (the wicked day) decades later and arthur is picking out a new puppy and names that one cabal too, its like this long homoromantic ritual that every dog descended from the first calls back to his original gift....im pulling my hair out. guinevere here is underdeveloped at best, as merlin doesnt really know her well and mordred's perspective on her is that shes (respectfully) hot lmao but worth mentioning as mary stewart is the goat, highly recommend her books.

and that's the list. hope that gives you some stuff to chew over!

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

femme fatale (marylily)

a/n: it’s actually been three hundred years since i’ve last put anything up here 😭 cruel thing is i’ve literally had this finished for ages i just couldn’t be arsed to post it xoxo anyways here have sapphics!! titled with the intent of referencing the tvu song <3

The redheaded regular is back. Mary’s eyes flick to her instinctively as she walks in, drawn to her before she can even register what she’s doing. She looks gorgeous, as always. The dress she’s wearing is slim fitting and green, the contrast between the colour of the fabric and the deep scarlet of her hair sharp in a way that almost forbids you from directing your attention elsewhere. Mary follows her with her gaze as she walks to the bar and shrugs off her jacket.

Later on, during a brief and precious moment of downtime, Mary finds her again. She’s sat at a table now, alone, her book lying discarded to the side as she sips her margarita. She’s on the hunt. Mary’s got her M.O figured out completely by now. She enters, sits down, reads for twenty minutes or so, then starts searching. Her eyes scan the room analytically, all business, flicking acutely from face to face. Mary leans back against the wall where she’s stood behind the bar and follows suit. Recently she’s taken to playing a little game - figure out which one the pretty redhead’s going to go for before she makes her move. It’s something of a race between them. Maybe him, she thinks, catching sight of a man sat a few tables away. He’s her type, Mary reckons. Good dress sense. Nice smile. Dark hair. I’ve got dark hair, she muses to herself. Not that that’s relevant or anything.

The redhead proves her right about two minutes after she makes the guess. She starts her game. Mary’s noticed her play it. It begins tame enough. She’ll shoot a few glances over at his general direction, not even at him to start with, just his way. After a while he’ll notice it, feel her eyes on him, and turn his head to look for them. Then he’ll see her - see her freckled shoulders, see how the fallout from her glitzy eye makeup shimmers delicately on her cheeks, see her careful fingers lift her glass to her glossy lips. By then, most men are hooked. For the rest of the evening she’ll flirt with her eyes. Direct her gaze at him like a doe until he goes to meet it, at which point she’ll divert her attention back to the swirl of her drink with a coy smile before he can catch her looking at him. After a few rounds of that, she’ll let him have a win. Just one, to keep him playing. He’ll try to ambush her and she’ll let him have a few seconds of direct eye contact, pretend as if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. She’ll act a little embarrassed. Giggle even. Then, if she’s feeling bold, wink at him before she looks away. After that it’s right back to the chase from before.

The game tonight is going well, Mary thinks. The bloke’s clearly interested in her and she seems to fancy the look of him well enough for now. Any moment now then. Mary’s right again, for it’s at that moment that the pretty redhead pulls out a pen and a notebook from her tote. She uncaps the former, rips a page out of the latter, then sets them both down whilst she goes about rummaging for her lipstick. Once she’s found it, she reapplies it thickly, using her phone as a mirror, then brings the loose piece of paper up to her lips to kiss. When she pulls it away the memory of her pout is captured sweetly in the middle of the page. The red of her kiss stands out salaciously from the white. Picking up her pen, she quickly scribbles her number below it in neat, deft strokes, before signing it with two self-assured x’s for good measure. Mary watches her fold the note up and pack away the rest of her stuff and feels a strange and unreasonable twinge of disappointment unspool in her chest. He’s a very lucky man, she thinks.

She really should be getting back to work by now, but she’s been spying practically since the pretty redhead walked in and she decides she’s going to see the interaction through. She follows her as she gets up from her table and slings her bag over her shoulder. Watches as she walks towards the man’s table. Sees her nod to him, reach out to pat his cheek, and… walk right past him.

‘Hello.’ Huh.

‘Hi. Did you want to… order anything?

‘No, thank you,’ the pretty redhead says, leaning over to smile at Mary brightly. ‘I’m Lily. This is my number.’ She sets the piece of paper she’d folded up down on the bar and pushes it across to her.

‘Mary,’ says Mary, still doing the maths in her head to make the facts of her current situation compute.

‘Mary. I like it. Contact me, then.’

‘Hm?’

‘Well, I’ve made you wait long enough, haven’t I?’ Lily says. ‘Unless I misread the situation and you’re not into me, after all.’

‘I’m into you,’ Mary replies immediately. ‘Very into you. I’ll call.’

Lily smiles again, a gorgeous thing, pleased and earnest and true. The faintest hint of a blush has risen in her cheeks. For a fleeting moment Mary rather thinks she’d like to make her smile like that everyday for the rest of her life.

[annabolinas]

Who is your fav portrayal of Jane Seymour and Kathryn Howard?

Good question! My favorite portrayals of Jane Seymour and Catherine Howard are Anne Stallybrass in The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1970), the BBC miniseries, and Lynne Frederick in its movie adaptation, Henry VIII and His Six Wives (1972), respectively. In case you want to watch either portrayal, both the 1970 show and the 1972 film are available on OK (dot) ru. Just search for "the six wives of Henry VIII Jane Seymour" for the first one and the title of the movie for the second, making sure to choose the video which is 1:59:19. Best of all, there's no ads or popups!

Anyways, here's the long answer itself. It's quite a long post below, so be warned.

It's very easy to make Jane into either a cipher (e.g. Wolf Hall, Anne Boleyn [2021]) or a bland non-entity (e.g. Anne of the Thousand Days, Season 3 of The Tudors), but Stallybrass portrays her sympathetically, yet as a rounded human. That's the key, really. This is a living, breathing Jane, not the bland Goody Two-Shoes of Annabelle Wallis in Season 3 of The Tudors. As an Anne fan, I do feel this portrayal exonerates her rather too much of culpability in the former's unjust execution - this portrayal of Jane isn't involved at all with the plot to get rid of Anne but feels guilty anyways. However, it's a very moving depiction of a gentle, introverted believer in traditional Catholicism who would much rather be in the countryside, at Wolf Hall, than dealing with court intrigue.

Henry falls for her during his 1535 visit to Wolf Hall, and while Jane wants to protect her chastity, they bond over their shared fear of the plague and faith. Despite her arrival back at court after the royal visit, she longs for the comforts of her country home. She tells her sister-in-law Anne Stanhope that she'd much rather be arranging flowers at Wolf Hall than be at court after Anne rips Henry's locket off her neck. This Jane also stands up for what she believes in. She shows a love for monasticism at her first meeting with Henry, passionately telling him that the locals visiting Hailes Abbey are "afraid for the abbeys, sir, for their souls!". Later, she pleads with Henry to restore the abbeys during the Pilgrimage of Grace, which she argues must be God's punishment. The fact Henry proceeds to scream at her and damage her faith by revealing the Blood of Christ from Hailes is in fact, a vial of duck's blood, doesn't diminish her bravery.

Indeed, Jane takes no part in the plot to get rid of Anne here, although she nevertheless feels guilty over it. She intercedes for Mary to return to court after her submission, to which Henry replies, "If you had your way, my little nun," he says, "every villain in the country would go free." Jane's shy reply that "I should make a very poor ruler" is met with more condescending "affection" from Henry. Indeed, this version of Jane actually flees from the Christmas 1536 celebrations at one point, as it gets too overwhelming for her. This makes Henry's condescension and later, outright mental and emotional abuse, even more heartbreaking; even worse, Henry's treatment of her is probably just how it really was in history. After he shows her the duck's blood, Henry quickly apologizes and sinks into self-pity so bad Jane has to comfort him while pitifully weeping, "I am bound to obey and serve you, sir." Even as Henry celebrates Edward's birth and baptism, he fails to notice Jane lapsing in and out of consciousness. His tears by her body, lying in state, are too little, too late.

Lynne Frederick was actually only 17 when this movie was filmed - looking back, perhaps they could've waited a year or two. Nevertheless, this is somehow the best portrayal of Catherine Howard on screen despite her only appearing on screen for fifteen minutes in a two-hour movie. Let me just briefly summarize her storyline and give some analysis, because there's so much good stuff in here.

Frederick's Catherine is a vivacious, warm-hearted teenager who finds herself the object of Henry's unwanted affections. This Henry is, as in history, prematurely aged and far taller/stouter than Catherine, which makes his asking her uncle Norfolk whether she is "a good girl" even more disturbing. As Henry leaves Lambeth, Norfolk and Bishop Gardiner walk with Catherine, who protests that "I had not looked for it, sir. I had wished -" Gardiner then cuts her off saying that she "may no longer consider your own wishes. You now have a duty to return England to the true faith." It's a very telling exchange, as Catherine's own emotions or feelings are brutally trampled on by the men around her; all she can do is look mournfully at both of them.

When next we see her, she's already married to Henry, enjoying the jewels and rich clothes that being his queen brings. It's a grotesque sight, as the teenage Catherine kisses, and is in turn fondled by an old man nearly three times her age. However, being queen isn't all positive, as she reveals to Henry that she had a nightmare of a bird caught in a room crying out to her for help, perhaps a manifestation of her own feelings of helplessness. Her kind-heartedness is shown when she sends a puppy to Anne of Cleves, who in this film has solely been depicted as comic relief. In a later scene, as Henry limps to the window on his cane, he blows a kiss to Catherine, who is walking in the garden with Culpeper. Although she returns his kiss, it's a sign of things to come.

While Henry and Catherine enjoy themselves on the Northern Progress, in private, he is disappointed to discover she's not yet pregnant. Nevertheless, he gives her a rich jewel, although he does have to read the text for her, as Catherine admits she can't read very well, another heartbreaking detail. The audience's (and my) horror skyrockets when Henry proceeds to uncover Catherine's thigh from beneath her dressing robe and rain kisses on it, as the camera pans up to an incredibly disturbed Catherine who winces and tries to pull herself together. Her marriage to Henry is a gilded cage, and it is difficult to escape the conclusion this Catherine thinks of Henry more as a father figure than a husband.

After Henry is told of her premarital relationships, though, he abandons her, much to her dismay. She is then questioned by Archbishop Cranmer, maintaining that she was raped by Dereham "without my will or consent" and staunchly denying a precontract, despite Cranmer's argument it would save her life. When he accuses her of adultery with Culpeper, though, she tearfully pleads for his help, weeping, "I would have wed him. And been his wife. But they worked on me, sir. My Lord of Norfolk - Bishop Gardiner - my grandmother. Talking, whispering together. Telling him I was bound. That I was bound to the king. And now my fame is gone and I'm nothing young and I -" When Cranmer tells her she must calm down, Catherine swings around and screams, "Don't touch me! You all handle me!" It's a poignant allusion to her premarital abuse, as it's specified in the movie that Catherine was only 13 when Manox preyed on her. She then recalls her cousin Anne's bravery in death before dissolving into another flood of tears.

In the end, she makes her way to the block, silently but with composure. She pays the executioner, is blindfolded, kneels, and then, holding a rosary, stretches out her hands like the wings of a bird in flight. The tragedy of this depiction of Catherine (and arguably the real Catherine) is that from the moment we see her, she's a pawn of men, who use her to further their own desires and agendas. Only in death is she freed.