#dark feminen

[sanatsalbirkiz]

Hey, selam! İsmim, evet tam olarak burada ismimi söylemem gerekiyordu ama söylememeye karar verdim çünkü bu blog da tamamen rahat olmak istiyorum. Anlayışla karşılayacağınızı düşünüyorum<3

Bu blogta bir çok şeyi sorgulayacağız, aşkın içine gireceğiz. Yada yazdıklarıma sadece güleceksiniz bilemiyorum .d

Her neyse , iyi misiniz? Hayır hayır herkesin sorduğu gibi sormuyorum iyiyim deyip geçmenize gerek yok. Gerçekten nasılsınız?

Ben cevap vereyim mesela, berbatım.Ama herkese iyi gözüküyorum , harika bir hayatım var (En azından öyle olması gerekiyor.) . Hobilerimden bahsedeyim . Keman çalıyorum, resim çiziyorum, şiir yazıyorum, kitap okumaya bayılırım, binlerce kitap okudum, müzik dinlemek hayatımın aşkı, arkadaşlarımla birlikte olmaya , hoşlandığım kişiyle konuşmaya, ve kendimi sevmeyi , iyi davranmayı severim. Galiba bu kadar , şuan hatırlamıyorum kalanı.

Hayatımda böyle şeyler olduğu kadar berbat şeylerde var. Bipolar bozukluk ile mücadele ediyorum, yeme bozukluğum var , anksiyetem var. Ama yine de güçlüyüm. Öyle olmalıyım. olmazsam eskisi gibi olurum, kimsenin sevmediği, tembel biri . Açık konuşmak gerekirse kendimden iğreniyorum. bu blog da umarım bir daha bunlardan bahsetmem. Özür dilerim. Şimdilik görüşürüz.

[briysha]

Bloğundan dark feminen enerji yayılıyor...

iltifat olarak kabul ediyorum

[yan-snowcave]

1. Do not re-post any of my writting onto other social media platforms [such as Wattpad, Ao3, ect]

2. While I do write for Nsfw, sensitive, darker topics & co. I keep the right to refuse to write a request if they make me personally uncomfortable.

Or one of the Dev's has stated that they aren't comfortable with their characters partaking in the requested action. Please respect the Dev's and my own boundaries.

3. While you guys can send in Smut request, it will most likely be cut off/end right before the juicy part happens. [If I ever do write something sexual here please don't expect too much of it, I rarely write smut.]

4. Everything I write for will either have a Gender neutral reader or a Male reader. Please specify when sending a promt which one you prefer.

If you want something Smut related please also specify if you want it to be a person that's AFAB, AMAB or an Indeterminate Gender [ie. Making it as Gender Neutral as possible]

I do not write for people who use feminen (she/her) pronounce. If you want these pronounce to be used please go to another blog, thank you.

ᴹᵒʳᵉ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿ

☆.｡.Characters I write for.｡.☆

✑ Alan Orion [Mdhm] 

✑ Keith [Duality] 

✑ Tenebris [Duality]

✑ Casanova [Cannibal Sweetheart]

✑ Friend [STNAF]

✑ Robin [Turn the page VN]

ᴹᵒʳᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ

☆.｡.Characters I might write for in the future.｡.☆

✑ Damon [Br0ken Colors]

✑ Victor Anderson [My Dearest Boyfriend]

✑ Ren/Redacted [14Dwy]

✑ Ezra [Restart Heart]

✑ Krow [The Krow's Nest]

✑ Harper [ Camp Willowpeak]

✅ Do write ✅

• AU's

• Yandere!Reader

• Age-regression*

• Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

• Angst & Bittersweet endings

• Smut [Including Kinks, feel free to sin~]

• Non-sexual Bdsm [Example : Petplay lifestyle & such]

• Dark content [ie. Kidnapping, Drugging, Cannibalism, Past abuse, ect]

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*Age regression is nothing sexual & is actually a form of therapy some people use, these people mentally regresses to a younger state of mind and will act more child-like.

As such all requests for Age Regression should be SFW. I refuse to write anything Nsfw related for this topic.

If a Dev of the visual novels I write for has stated that they are uncomfortable with Age Regression, I will gladly stop writting the character as an Caretaker.

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❌ Don't write ❌

• Age play

• Non-Con/Rape

• Pedophilia

• Incest

• Blood/Gun/Knifeplay

• Character x Character

• Watersport/Scat/Fart kinks

• MC/Yandere's cheating on each other

• Physicall abuse from their Yandere partner

[whatthefuqisgoingon]

hamının dark feminen takıldığı dönəm yaxşı idi, barbie/ çəhrayı rəng görməkdən bezdim

[karanliksular]

dark feminen misin

femdom

[perfavor]

arkadaslar sizce ben soft feminen miyim dark feminen mi

[shegatsby]

Sweet Serial Killer

Hi! I’d love to request a Hannibal/Ginger OC smutty story I’ve had in my head for a long time. Maybe you like the idea, too. OC is a really famous psychologist from Britain and gets hired by Jack to help Hannibal. He finds her really interesting but she kinda noticed that something odd with him and “investigates” on her own while she gets noticed by another killer who targets her. Hannibal saves her, escapes to Florence, tried to persuade her to stay & showing her the beauty of killing. :) ♥️  @negans-attagirl​

Warnings: Smut! +18, Kidnapping, mention of killing.

This is a Hannibal one shot request! Sorry for any typos. Love u all! Sorry it’s a little long.

‘’She’ll be here  today. She promied.’’ Jack Crawford said with a hint of self-doubt, Hannibal and Will were in Jack’s office waiting Jack’s friend from Britain. Y/N Y/L/N was a famous psychologist all around the world and for years she workd for he authorities to help them create profiles of serial killers. Jack workd with her 5 years ago so that’s how they became friends but he wasn’t sure if she would actually show up, on the phone she sounded tired and reluctant. Before she came to the office Hannibal got a sense of sweet smell of vanilla and the door of Jack’s office opened by a young woman who had long ginger hair, Hannibal observed the woman who just walked in. She had professional clothes, a black pencil skirt, dark purple blose and high heels which gave her hips a feminen shape. Her face was troubling him because she wasn’t giving any emotion to them. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Jack greeted her with a warm hug and Hannibal noticed the warm smile on her lips. ‘’Let me introduce you to your new team. This is Will Graham,’’ Will gave her a short hand shake, ‘’And this is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Our psychiatrist.’’ Hannibal stood up to greet her respectfully. ‘’Your reputation preceds you Doctor Lecter. Pleasure to meet you.’’ Young woman gave her a formal smile, ‘’I can say the same Doctor Y/L/N, I’ve read all of your articles.’’ He said confidently, ‘’I hope I didn’t bore you?’’ she joked. ‘’Nothing you write can bore me. Please, sit by me.’’ He offered the white couch next to his.

Jack gave her a file of what they knew about this killer, she gazed through pages and rolled her eyes, ‘’Male in late 30s, killing women, tell me something new Jack. This is boring.’’

Hannibal was shocked by her bold attitude, he heard stories of her being a wild woman and he could see the posibility of those stories being true.

‘’It gets interesting Y/N, this man only kills rich women and after he is done he paints on their bodies.’’ He put several pictures on the table. Women had famous paintings on their bodies,

‘’ Allegory of Spring by Sandro Botticelli, Summer by Jacopo Tintoretto, Venus and The Lute Player by Titan…’’

‘’What do you see?’’ Will asked her, ‘’This man is obsessed with renaissance paintings and he is quite good at painting. He needs time and silence to paint these, somewhere he can be himself, a place that he can hide the body. I need an office to profile him.’’ She said as she was standing, Hannibal could see that she was admiring the killer’s work, like he did.

Jack was about to speak, however Hannibal was quick, ‘’You can work in my office, we could work together to share ideas and catch this killer.’’ He offered kindly and could not help but sound dominant.

Y/N shrugged her shoulder, ‘’Fine. Let’s go.’’

Hannibal took her to his office, cancled all his meetings with his patientens. It was the first time she saw an office this big and aesthetically pleasing, the red walls held paintings, there was a ladder to upstairs which was a big library, it was a cold Baltimore day so Hannibal lit the fireplace, ‘’I’ve always recommend a glass of red wine before paperwork.’’ She her coat on a grey single couch, ‘’Yes please.’’

His desk was unbelievebly tidy, and clean, everything looked shiny, there was another small table close to fireplace, ‘’You can work there.’’ He said while pouring the red wine into thin glassess, she put her stuff on her new table. Instead of sitting she started to walk around, ‘’Can I see the upstairs? I love walking among books.’’ Hannibal extended her the glass, ‘’Of course Y/N, may I call you Y/N?’’ she took the glass, their fingers brushed for a second, ‘’Sure Hannibal.’’ She climbed the wooden stairs and gazed at the shelves. Most of his books were psychology and medicine related, however she saw classics as well. ‘’I take it that you like my office?’’ he was standing and watching her. ‘’Correct. It is like a museum and quiet honestly, I love your aesthetics. So gothic.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

She came down, ‘’Shall we start?’’ she settled on the table, the heat from the fireplace was soothing, there was a space between them so she could only see his back.

She got files from Jack and she was taking notes, trying to come up with ideas. She tied her messy ginger hair into a bun, few strands of hair found their way out, Hannibal came to her table. The red light coming from the fireplace made her look like she was the goddess Hestia, ‘’Join me for dinner.’’ He came to talk about their job but this came out of his mouth. She looked up to meet his brown eyes, he looked cordial,

‘’You don’t have to-‘’

‘’Please, I would love to have you over for dinner.’’

Y/N heard his dinner parties and secretly wanted to be a guest but she never had the opportunity before.

He was a confident man, she could see that and his presence made everyone be aware of what kind of a person he was, strong, mysterious, his gentleman behaviour didn’t go unnoticed.

‘’I would love that.’’ She tried to not show any excitement however, Hannibal read her face before she could turn her head.

After a week of working with the FBI Y/N got a letter to her hotel room;

O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.

It was a poem written by Robert Burns , she brought the letter to FBI but they couldn’t find any prints.

‘’What does he mean by this poem?’’ Jack asked confused, ‘’I might have a theory.’’ All eyes were on Hannibal now. ‘’The poet, very artistically draws a picture of his profound love. He paints this picture with intense emotions. The speaker compares his beloved with “a red rose” and “sweet melody” to intensify his deep feelings for her. I think that our killer has eyes on Y/N.’’

She dropped the glass she was holding, she worked to create profiles of killers for years but this never happened to her before, ‘’What??’’

 Will helped her sit, ‘’We could use this, we could use her as a bait.’’ Jack as always was too interested in his work. Hannibal was standing next to her, he knew she needed comfort so he placed his hand gently on her shoulder.  ‘’What do you think Y/N?’’ He asked because he wanted her consent on this,  ‘’Jack is right. But how?’’

‘’We have to wait for another contact. He’ll try to talk to you. When he does we can work from there.’’ Jack simply said, ‘’But for now you can’t change your location. Don’t worry I’ll send people to look after you in that hotel.’’

Later Hannibal took her outside to get fresh air, it was a snowy day. Hannibal watched her cheeks and tip of her nose become red. ‘’I will come visit you to keep you company, if you want of course.’’

Y/N chuckled at how gentle he was, ‘’Am I amusing you?’’ he asked jokingly, ‘’Little bit, in a good way.’’ She confessed, he gave her a hug. Her head was on his chest, she could hear his heart beating, he caressed her soft ginger hair, he could smell the vanilla scent, it was a soothing smell to him. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ he whispered, ‘’I will protect you.’’ She could smell his parfume, it was intoxicating so she had to pull back to keep the professionalism. As they walked inside back she had this sudden feeling of chill in her body, like she was being watched by someone she looked back to see anything but there was no one.

It was late when she arrived at her hotel room, it was dark inside so she turned on the lights, threw her jacket somewhere and when to the bathroom to run herself a hot bath, she deserved it after all. She opened the bathroom door and she was about to walk in when she felt something covering her nose and mouth, the smell was strong and the last thing she knew was falling into someone’s arms.

Hannibal Lecter was at his home playing his harpsicord when he had a text message, it was from an unknown number. ‘’She is mine, forever. Don’t try to find her body because I will hide her somewhere safe, somewhere you cannot reach Doctor Lecter, or you can join me. The choice is yours.’’

First thing he did was calling Will and explaining what happened, later they find out that Y/N wasn’t at her hotel room.

Y/N felt she was cold, she opened her eyes to see the wooden roof, ‘’Where am I?’’ she couldn’t move or speak but she was awake, she was hearing Mozart’s Lacrimosa. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oESM64gU5M&t=131s)

A tear left her eye and she saw a tall man with blue eyes looking at her, ‘’Shh, there is no need to cry Y/N,’’ he wiped the tear away, touched her soft ginger hair, ‘’You will be my masterpiece.’’ He had a clean shaven face, he had dark circles under his still blue eyes. She wanted to speak but was unable to, she was on a cold surface, her hands and feet were tied. ‘’Do you want to see yourself my love?’’

It wasn’t a question, he pressed a button and that surface she was on started to move, she saw a mirror right in front of her, she was naked and there was a painting on her abdomen. ‘’I haven’t finished yet but do you like it?’’ His voice was so calm, like they were good old friends who were just hanging out and it triggered her fight or flight mode, however she couldn’t do either.

She had to admit, he was a good painter. He wasn’t done but she could see that it was the replica of The Rapture of Psyche,

‘’Your pupils just dialeted…’’ he sounded shocked, ‘’You love my painting. I knew you would understand, you and Hannibal are different, I’m sure he has told you what kind of a monster he was,’’ he looked at her and understood that she was clueless. ‘’Oh you don’t know? This is going to be fun.’’ He pulled a brown stool and sat close to her abdomen and kept painting, ‘’Doctor Hannibal Lecter is many things, a well respected psychiatrist, a good friend and a marvelous mentor. I was his patient once, he let me came out of my shell, helped me with my first kill and look at me, I’m living my dream.’’  Throughout the days she noticed that Hannibal was a unique man, she went to his place for cooking once and the way he looked at her told her everything. He was hiding something, he wanted to share it with her at that moment but he couldn’t, something stopped him. ‘’I’m his creation, and you are mine, he has impact on everyone he encounters with, in a way he led you to me.’’ She could feel the soft brush on her skin, the wetness of the paints. She was crying without making any sound, ‘’Do you know how I kill women? Of course you do, after I’m done painting I inject my special cocktail in their veins and they die, just like sleeping. There is no pain.’’ Her life flashed before her eyes, every choice, every path she took ended her here, there was no hope, she was going to die in here and her friends will be the ones who will find her, she felt her cheeks get wet. He stoode up, looked at her entire body, ‘’Beautiful..’’ he whispered, and went to get his injection, ‘’Just so you know, you are the most smartest and the most beautiful woman I have ever met Y/N, I wish we had more time-‘’ ‘’You don’t have to tell her that, she knows her worth.’’

A sound came from the back, ‘’Hannibal?’’ she thought with relief but she remembered what this killer said and her body shivered.  ‘’I knew you would come. Shall we finish her together?’’ The blue eyed man said smiling, she could hear Hannibal walk towards them, she saw two men coming face to face, ‘’Not this time.’’ and Hannibal, with a quick hand movement took the injection from him and slit his throat with a small knife he had under his sleeve. She watch the gush of blood spill on her naked body, and watched the man fall to the ground. She was shocked but what surprised her the most was how calm Hannibal was, what that man said was true, it wasn’t his first kill. Hannibal turned to her, cut the ropes on her hands and feet, looked at the painting for a second and his brown eyes met her Y/E/C eyes, ‘’Like I said before, I will always protect you.’’ it was a promise. He took of his jacket and laid it on her naked body, later he took her body into his arms and left the abandoned farm they were in. FBI was outside and he took her to the ambulance, she had no bruises and the thing he injected her to make her not move was losing it’s effect quickly. As people were checking her she held Hannibal’s tie, ‘’D- don’t go.’’ He stayed in that ambulance  and held her hand while paramedics did their job, he had this instinct to be around her all the time, protect her and keep her safe. It wasn’t a paternal feeling, it was something else. Later that night Jack told Hannibal to take Y/N with him, ‘’She should be in a home instead of a damn hotel room.’’ And Hannibal didn’t complain, he was happy to have her. The car ride was silent, she was still thinking about what happened, she almost died and the things that man said… she let him help her out of the car and they walked inside. She watched her put his keys in a bowl and walking into his livingroom where the fireplace was lit.

‘’Did you listen to what he said?’’ She asked, he was removing his tie, ‘’Yes.’’ He simply answered. ‘’So everything he said was true?’’ She was still naked under his big coat and she felt vulnerable, she wouldn’t be able to run if he tried to attack her, but somehow she also felt safe, she was almost certain that he wouldn’t try to do anything.. almost.‘’Yes, Y/N. Everything he said is true,’’ he took a step towards her and watched her take a step back, ‘’But this will change nothing, I will never hurt you and I will certainly never forgive anyone who lays a finger on you. Even before he said those things about me,’’ he took another step, ‘’deep down you knew it.’’ And another step, ‘’You knew that I was a dangerous man and yet,’’ now her back was pressed against a wall, ‘’you still came to my house, came into my life. There is no going back now little girl,’’ he placed his hand on her cold cheek, ‘’you cannot deny what we have.’’ She found herself pressing her cheek against his big palm, she liked the heat. He came close and gave her a soft kiss, she didn’t move her lips first because still didn’t know what to do, what to say, but she gave in. She kissed him back, his hand went to her hair, he wanted to be rough, she could feel it but he was holding back, he removed the jacket she had and pulled back. ‘’I will run you a bath, come with me.’’

She didn’t care that she was naked, she held his hand and together they walked the stairs.As he was filling the tub she looked around, it was a big place, everything looked expensive. There was a tall mirror, the painting was still on her body, she looked tired, her hair looked wild, Hannibal came and held her close to him. His hands wraped around her, he placed a kiss on her shoulder, ‘’Let’s get you cleaned up.’’ For minutes there was no sound, he was cleaning her abdomen with a lufa. Her eyes were closed, she was enjoying the moment, ‘’How long have you been killing people?’’ she asked which stopped him and made him look at her. ‘’Do not worry yourself with small details Y/N, let me take care of you, I have plans for us.’’ After the long bath he helped her out, wrapped her body with a black towle, when he was done he held her shoulders, eyes never leaving her Y/E/C. The steam in the room made his face shine, ‘’You take my bed, I will sleep in the guest room.’’ he figured she might want to be alone for the night, he was wrong. She raised on her tiptoes and kissed him, ‘’Don’t leave me.’’ She whispered into his ear and he felt his entire body go numb. She found herself pressed against the edge of the marble sink, legs were open and he was in between them. Their kiss wasn’t like the first one, this was more intense, more desperate. She jumped to his lap and he took them out of the bathroom, now they were in his big bedroom. He laid her on the satin dark blue sheets, her golden hair spread on the pillow, ‘’A sight only to my eyes..’’ he thought.

He removed her black towle and she helped him took off his clothes, even though he was older than her he looked good. He wasn’t beefy but he was fit, he looked at her and saw the raw feeling of lust, he was not disappointed. ‘’Spread your legs for me love.’’ He frist kissed her breasts, sucked the tits and toyed with them, didn’t forget to leave bruises and he came to her belly, gave her soft kisses and heard her sweet moans, she was like a cat. It made him smile, he came down slowly, it was torture to both of them but he liked it, he could get the scent of her wet cunt and it sent waves of excietment to his body but he wanted to please her first, she had a horrible night and he wanted to take care of her, show her she that she can trust him completely and give in to him, no questions asked. He found her clit and and started to play with it swas sensual and slow, his other hand was squeezing her thigh. He could see that she was enjoying herself so he moved his fingers to labia up and down, left and right, she was so wet he was fighting his inner demons to stay calm. Her breathing was louder so he was on good track, he came closer and blew his hot breath on her sensetive cunt and she was writhing under his spell.  

And now he was givig small licks to all around he clitoris, he just teased her few times and later he used his tongue, he was building the pressure. Her hand went to his hair, pulled hard but he didn’t complain, in fact he was turned on. ‘’You liked that love?’’ He looked up to meet her eyes, ‘’You like my tongue on you?’’ she couldn’t speak for a second and he slapped her thigh, ‘’I asked you a question little girl.’’‘’Y- yes! Please..’’His fingers were running down on her thighs as he was eating her he grabbed them hard and she arched her back. He slowly inserted a finger into her wet pussy, he was moving it  in and out, her reaction made him curl his finger up towards her g-spot. He didn’t forget to give her clitoris some love too, he added another finger and got faster because even though it was their first time he could see that she was getting close. He kept penetrating and eating her until she came, her legs were shaking and she was out of breath. His chin was covered with her cum and it sent heath to her cheeks. He climbed on her to gave her a slow kiss. His hard cock was on her stomach, craving for attention.

‘’I want you Hannibal.’’ She said looking into his eyes, trying to read his mind, ‘’Your wish is my command love.’’ He smirked. She opened her legs again, he placed his cock on her entrance, she could feel the precum. ‘’I will be gentle at first, warn me if I hurt you.’’ This man just ate her out like a starved mortal minutes ago but know he was concerned and looked worried. She could see he was bigger than any other men she slept with but she could take it. He slowyl inserted himself in her, and his eyes never left her, it was so intimate that she felt she could cum right there. He was balls deep in her and pulled back slowly, slammed back little faster, her whimpers were music to his ears and he got faster. Her long nails left red marks on his back and he licked how that felt, she could be though and next time he promised himself to let her dominant side shine. Hannibal was a man who never showed his true side and his true intentions but he felt like this woman could understand her, and maybe he could draw her into his darkness.

Their bodies had their own thoughts, they were moving together and their rhythm was unique. ‘’Hannibal…’’ she moaned his name countless times, ‘’You are so thight Y/N..’’ he was shocked to see that Y/N had this effect on him. ‘’Come on my cock.’’ He could feel her coming closer, they were panting and covered in sweat, ‘’You can do it again darling, I know it. Yes, that’s right.. come on my cock like a good girl.’’ And she saw stars, he didn’t pull out, came in her, it was like there was primitive man in him, ‘’Mine..’’ he thought. He kissed her and pulled out. ‘’Come to Florance with me.’’ He said which shocked himself, ‘’W- what?’’‘’I want to show you everything about myself, my path is dark but… with you, I think we can do it together. Be my partner in crime.’’Y/N didn’t exactly know what would happen but she didn’t want to live all alone in her house. She always wanted to on an adventure and the adventure found her.

Thank you for reading!

[jemmaleetattoo]

Did my second tattoo on @badhabitsdiehardest Thanks

[no-no-no-no-6]

Another promt

So Roman is the son of a important - and some what shady- bussines Man and one Day he gets kidnapped by a group of gang

Logan, Deceit and Virgil.

Patton is a private dedective and Romans close friend and offers to help his father find him.

The gang dosen't uses their real name and calls each other by nicknames

Logan(Logic)

Deceit (deceit)

Virgil(anxiety)

While Roman is locked up in a room Virgil takes the short straw and has to give food to Roman... Roman tries to attack Virgil seeing he is tiny and thin but Virgil has guns.

Some little hc s for this thing:

Virgil is trans and Bi his parents are homophobic bastards and kicks him out and walking on the streets he mets Deceit

İf sensitive about deadnames skip

Virgils deadname is Ava.

Okay let's continue

Roman is gay his father is understanding no drama - exept getting kidnapped- things are cool.

Patton is pan and genderfluid he wears diffrent kinds of glasses to show how is he feeling (Pink tinted ones are for more manly days blue ones for feminen and White ones are for non-binary -cause fuck what People things about colors right-)

Logan is Asexual I don't have ideas for his backstory

Dee is Aromantik and he likes to constantly flirt with virgil just to mess with him 'cause oh boy he can' t take compliments -non of them actualy likes each other in a romantic way-

Prinxiety

Virgils eyes are sensitive to Light and he is partialy blind when holding a torch to his face

Logan has a very beatiful singin voice

Roman heard it ones and is really impressed

Deceit is addicted to chocolate

Deceit has two diffrent colored eyes one being dark Brown and other being almost yellow hazel.

I

[jana-reads]

The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzie Lee

5 stars

450 pages

Felicity leaves Edinburgh after some, for her, unpleasant exercises. After that she tries to get into medical school at London but fails. Trying yo meet her idol, who she found is marrying her childhood friend, she meets Sim, who helps her along the way.

Meeting her idol does not go at all like planned and adventures, pirates and dragons follow.

Reasons you should read this book:

Females in science in 18th century

Pirates

Females with good friendship

Asexual representation

Dragons!!

A hijab wearing muslim girl

Female main character who's oractical and tries to stand up against misogyny

One of the main characters is dark skinned female pirate

Feminen girl who's still smart and valued

[abyzz-art]

Day #12 Favourite artist(fan art) I choosed @natsubutart 

I was thinking about it since i started. It was really hard. I love many artists that draw Yuri!!! on ICE. Finally i decided for Natsubutart. I love her art and her Children AU, it has the cutest babies in the world. She do a very good anatomy.

 I drew Milo Altin from her AU, 'cause... I'm not really sure if he is otayuri son or he is my ideal of beauty. I love (wo)men with light color eyes and dark color hair. I love feminene features, even it is a man. And he looks like a kitty. 

Also,i drew Mamoru Nikiforov and Jean Jacques Leroy Jr.

[karanliksular]

DARK FEMİNEN NE AMK YĞĞTĞUĞTRĞGŞFĞRĞE

gothic falan demek istedi herhalde :(

[sophiatheautisticwallflower]

me and clothes

autistic folks have special interests. Mine is clothes and now hair.

I love to colour my hair. My main colours will be brown, red or copper blond.

I also like to wear pretty clothes, mostly feminen. In the summer I love to wear tops and shorts, they are pretty and pretty comfy, they are my comfy type of outfit. today I am wearing a white top with light pink flowers and a side collar.

I went to the hairdresser today and I coloured my hair light orange dark brown. the hair will lighten up during this sunny month. I love light colours during summer

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[FN] The lost prince and his bodyguard

"Sleep is unbeknownst to me, has been for awhile." The warrior thought to himself. Kyoto takes up the giant blade named Kison and points it at the sky. Cloudy, yet rays of warm light pour in through the distant curtains of rain. The young man sits up dusting off the pollen from his leather armor. He reattaches the white cloak he wears around his shoulders and down the last of what is in his waterskin. Kyoto rubs his eyes clean picking an apple from the tree he slept beneath and walks towards Milo road.

"Hmmm...if im this close to the orchard i must be but two days from Shinewell. I better get going the prince will be waiting for me." He puts his map away and breaks into a jog.

"Master Cleo we must think about your decision! Taking the Warp scrolls to the library of Durin is mad! Your too young for a journey without escourt, as well as your request to let some mercenary take you there is perposterous!" The old councilman pleaded with the young boy beside him as they walked the halls of Castle Shinewell.

"Master Cl.."

"Councilman Syris i head your warning and i hear your plea but my decision is final! The mercenary is a friend. Very trustworthy and more suitable than any guard you could provide!" The small blonde haired prince brushed hair from his blue eyes and scrunched his nose.

"Who is this mercenary anyway master Cleo?"

The prince with a sharp grin spoke slowly so the old man could hear correctly "The Ghost-Touched swordsman."

In a burst of outrage Syris twice cleos elder and twice his stature blurted out "you mean the Cursed swordsman the one without eyes!?"

"He can see twice as much as any seer and fight the Drakes of Kings Mountain. His weapon unbreakable and his skill unmatched when it comes to fighting beasts and bandits." Cleo warmly smiled and walked away from Syris.

Syris boiled heading streight to the council hall. He had words to share with his fellow makers.

Kyoto crested a hill overlooking the massive walls of the outter city. His home is here though he finds more comfort on the lonely roads. His friends a young wizard and a noble his only companions. Kyoto's eyes shrouded in a fog revealed to him the path safest to the city, yet before him not two hundred yards was a bandit ambush laying in wait for an oncoming merchant.

"My eyes tire me but i will not let this happen".

Kyoto sprints toward the merchant waving his arms like a lunatic "stop!". The merchant a small gnome shifted his glasses on his wrinkled face. "My boy your appearance is startling to say the least why stop me here? Do you need a ride?" The merchant motioned for the warrior to sit next to him on his driving bench. The mares winnied as the merchant snapped the reins.

"do you mind if i ask what is in the cart?"

The gnome looked at the warriors stark white hair and massive sword hanging from his shoulders "if you mean to rob me i only have feed for the lords horses".

"I do not mean to rob you but to warn you. Ahead in a thicket of bramble bushes lay ten or so men waiting to rob this very cart." The gnome looked startled but cocked his head to hear more. Kyoto continued "i posess enough skill to stop the attack. I only ask one thing in compenstation". The gnome worriedly looked at his miniscule coin bag. "That you spread the word that the ghost of shinewell seeks knowlege of the veil. Can you do that for me?" The small man nodded quizicly looking puzzeled by the title the man before him gave. As they approached the overgrown path a man stumbles out holding a wound on his stomach.

"Please...there are b b beasts in the hills. Can you spare me a ride to the great city?"

Kyoto scoffed "tell the other nine to show themselves!"

The man dressed in rags slowly produced a dagger from behind his belt "alright men this one saw us through. Now we will run em through. Sack the cart!"

Cleo hastily packed a travel bag as well as paid off a stablemaster to get him a descreet carriage to house himself. The trip to Durin would be long but no doubt in his mind did he pick a better companion than Kio.

"Uhmm" a small feminen voice cleared their throat. "Master cleo i do belive you are a danger to many by possessing the void scrolls or at least a piece. The council made it seem like you had all seven in your hands."

"You spied mrs. Luna?" Cleo turned to face the skyblue robbed girl. She has long black hair and piercing green eyes. Her nails dipped in an oily liquid only to better produce a current. She enters cleos room and closes the double doors then electricfying the handles.

"There isnt much time and the sage warned of troubles ahead. I took it upon myself to decide...im joining you master cleo" she removes the pointed wide brimmed hat she wears and bows before the prince.

"Jay luna the mage of clouds. Impressive what youve done at our age."

Jay giggles pulling back hair from her pointed ears "our age? I am 200 years old but i guess that is equivalent to yours at 16".

"So what of the council?"

Jay sighs "they mean to stop you peacefully if possible but syris' plans are more sinister i belive. No matter the guards you bring will suffice especially if they are the wardens?" She waves her hand in a motion to get cleo to speak.

"I have but one guard cloud mage. I have The ghost of shinewell. The veil walker. The spirit touched swordsman. Kyoto Amory."

Jay raised her brows in intrest. "Heard he was quite violent and unruly in the farlands".

"Thats the farlands. Filled with beasts and murderers!".

"Isnt he too a murderer".

"A warrior not a murderer. And one that possess unqiue powers only few have ever lived to see."

Fifteen men burst from the undergrowth rushing the cart from all sides. Kyoto in a quick motion pulls himself and the gnome up onto the roof of the cart. "Stay here" the warrior ordered unshouldering Kison, his blade. A few of the bandits all different races wielding many weapon types surrounded the cart. Blackened veins raised to the surface around kyotos eyes as they fogged over. He could now see their heartbeats, every little twitch of motion, and if any had aquired magic abilitys. Doing even this quick scan of the men tired the warrior greatly, but it had to be done. One man an orc stood far away from the cart whispering to himself and twitching his fingers in hand signs.

"He is casting a long spell fire based" kyoto observed. Kyoto grinned. Maybe a challenge awaited.

Bandits loaded crossbows and aimed to down the defender and merchant. Six bolts screamed through the air and in one swift twirl kyoto deflected the bolts with his sword. The others rushed to climb up the cart. The gnome desperatly kicks at the mens hands. Two men reach the top as kyoto closes his eyes. In silence, peace of mind kyoto bends his kness and slides around full swing cleaving the two bandits in half. He then jumps on top of a falling torso to the men below. The men back up but then rush hapazardly swinging blades and hammers at the ghost.

Six heart beats. Three upward motion. Two downward motion. One diagnal motion.

using the power of his eyes kyoto deflect the first three blows then pushes energy through himself and blasting them backward thirty paces. The next two swings are caught on the swordsman' blade. With a push down and slice across two fall to the warrior. The last kyoto just leans back letting the blade wash past him. He grips the mans face with one hand and rips his eyesight reducing stress on his own eyes. The bandit screams in pain as his own eyes now share the blindness of kyotos. The three before begin to pick themselves up. The ghost sensing danger turns and rips the gnome from the roof of the cart by his foot as a cone of flame engulfs the cart and the mares.

"Are you not done yet!" Kyoto screams out in a two toned voice.

The orc leader grins his tusks caked in dried food "i do think i have the upper hand. Orc mage stronger than puny human warrior with...uhh..with magic items!".

Stupid orc

Kyoto places the gnome on his shoulders. "They intend to kill us or slave us. The cart wasnt their goal". The gnome holds on tight closing his tearing eyes shut.

Four bandits approach from behind as well as three more from the front.

Damn it.

kyoto again flashes his eyes but this time phases out of exsistance and stepping out of the swings of the bandits weapons. The world flashes greys and blacks. Returning to the world with a bloody nose and bleeding eyes kyoto slams his sword into the ground and grips forward. Contorting the bandits bodies violently but breifly. He damages them enough to cripple but not enough power left to kill. The ghosts eye sight diminishes leaving him with the view of the world in blackness. His body heaving up and down in exhaustion the gnome taps his shoulder "mr. Theres more bandits more bandits!" Kyoto focuses on the samantic chanting of a spell coming from the orcs lips. In darkness he lets his hearing do the next part. Swing after swing kyoto ducks, sidesteps, and rolls dogging the attacks. When the final word of the spell releases the warmth of the flame signals kyoto to phase backwards into it a mere fifty steps.

The flame burns the remaining bandits to ash as kyoto appears behind the orc mage with his hand to his face and one inside his chest.

"Kesh tin ver kel eye!"

Kyoto rips the orcs eyesight and strips him of his magical core. The orcs cavity gushes blood as the core is removed.

Kyoto stares at his bloody hand intill his eyesight returns. Laying in his hand a small flame spirit in the shape of a snake dances a circle charring the leather of his glove.

"Go now my friend. Why you bonded to such a beast i will not know for you are to young to answer. But you are chaotic and must be free from the sins of man" kyotos voice splits in two as he bids farewell releasing the spirit into a small hole in the veil.

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Left Hand of Darkness - Karanligin Sol Eli - Ursula K. Le Guin

Merhabalarrr, 2019 yılında 72 kitap okuma kararı aldım. Ayda 6 kitap demek. Haftada 1.5. Biraz gerçekçi biraz idealistik bir karar ama yapabileceğime inanıyorum.  ‘Edebiyat öğrencisi değil misin sen yav’ diyebilirsiniz. İnsan yaptığı işten bıkarmış derler ya, ben de beş yıllık öğrencilik süresince sırf işim okumak olduğu için boş zamanlarımda farklı şeylere yönelip gönüllü okuma alışkanlığımı yitirmiştim. Amacım kitap okumaktan cidden zevk aldığımı hatırlamaya çalışmak.  Gelelim okuduğum ilk kitaba: Karanlığın Sol Eli. Aslında bunu da ders için okudum. Hatta Cuma gününe 1.5 saat sunum yapıcam daha bir şey hazır değil lol. Olsun. yaparıqqq. Bir de almanca klavyede türkçe yazmaya çalışmak çok zor şimdiden yıldım sanırım  bu postu kısa keseceğim. Spoiler vermeden genel düşüncelerimi sıralayayım, sonra spoiler vererek özelleri. Spoiler uyarısı vereceğim.  Öncelikle Ursula Le Guin çok enteresan bir insan. Bu nasıl bir hayal gücü, bu nasıl bir yaratıcılık? İnsan hayret ediyor. Saf, organik kurgu. Mü kem mel. Karakterler, isimler, mekanlar, zaman, evren vb vb her şey o kadar orjinal ki. Kitabın başında da Le Guin’in kendi yazdığı bir Giriş (Introduction) var. Kısaca ‘bilim kurgu nedir’ üzerine düşüncelerini paylaşıyor ve tam ders kitabına koymalık bir tanım vermiş. Kitabı okumasanız da bu introyu okumanızı şiddetle tavsiye ediyorum.  Genly Ai isimli dünyalı bir erkek karakterimiz var. Bir insan bu kadar sıkıcı, düz bir ana karakter olabilir mi akhdaksdj. Bayıyor insanı, böyle bir adam. Sen gelecekte bilmem kaç yılında elçi olarak bi gezegene gel, hala aynı erkek egosu tripleri. Böyle birleşmiş milletler gibi bi oluşum düşünün, gezegenler üye oluyor, Genly’nin görevi de Gethen gezegenini bu oluşuma katılmaya ikna etmek. Ama Genly kardeşimiz gezegende çok enteresan bir toplumla karşılaşıyor: cinsiyetsiz insanlar.  Gethen gezegenindekiler ‘androgynous’ bireyler... yani aynı anda hem kadınlar hem de erkek. Ama vücut tipleri sanki ikisi de değillermiş gibi. Aylık bir hormonel döngüleri var. Her ay birkaç gün ‘kemmer’ e giriyorlar. Bu kemmer döngüsü süresince kadın ya da erkek organlarından biri daha dominant hala geliyor (rastgele) ve cinsel istekleri artıyor. Bu dönemde hamile de kalabiliyorlar. Ama kemmer’de kadın mı erkek mi olacakları çok rastgele bir durum. Yani birkaç çocuğun annesi olan bir birey aynı zamanda birkaç çocuğun da babası olabiliyor. (yani hem kadın olup çocuk doğurup hem de daha sonra erkek olup sperm verebiliyorlar). Bu yüzden de toplum çok eşit. Herkes eşit yük paylaşıyor. Bizim toplumlarımızda bulunan cinsiyetçi düşünceler ayrımlar bu toplumda yok. Herkes aynı kefede çünkü.  Gethen de bu arada baya buzul ülkesi, aşırı soğuk bir yer. Kitap Genly Ai’ın görevi boyunca hem iklim şartlarıyla hem de bu insanlarla olan imtihanlarını anlatıyor. Ve de cinsiyet,toplum,kadın konusuna farklı bir açıdan bakıyor.  SPOILERS AHEAD Genly’nin sürekli maskülenliğini kanıtlama gibi bi çabası var. Çevresindeki insanları sürekli yargılıyor ve kendi kafasında herkese maskülen ya da feminen roller/özellikler biçiyor. Çünkü Genly cinsiyetin olmadığı bir toplum konseptini kavrayamıyor resmen. Sanki etrafındakiler insan değil de değişik bir hayvan türüymüş gibi davranıyor. Ve de herkese ‘he’ diyor. Asla ‘she’ dediği bir vatandaş yok kitapta. Herkes ‘he’. Aşşşırı göze batıyor bu. Güzel türkçemizde he de ‘o’ she de ‘o’, bu yüzden bu olay çeviride kaybolmuş olabilir. İnş bi yolunu bulmuşlardır çünkü kaybolmaması gereken bi durum; kitabın ana teması için çok önemli.  Diyelim ki bir arkadaş Genly’e iyi davrandı. ‘Vay be ne kadar da onurlu bir adam’ diyor hemen. Birinin bi lafını beğenmedi. ‘Bak kadın gibi dedikodu yapıyor, çok feminen ıyk’ diyor resmen. Bunu sürrrrrekli yapıyor. Sinirden kitabı fırlatmak istediğim anlar oldu ksakds. Kitapta birden fazla anlatıcı var. Ama genelde Genly’nin gözünden baktığımız için tamamen erkeklerle dolu bir kitap okuyormuşum hissine çok kapıldım. Gerçekte karakterlerin %99u cinsiyetsiz, ama Genly’nin kafası bunu basmıyor. Ancak kitabın sonlarına doğru anlıyor, orada rahata eriyoruz. ŞÜKÜR. Ne kadar salak olsa da, Genly’nin bu kavrama güçlüğü aslında çok normal ve gerçekçi. Çünkü bizim için birçok şey ya kadın ya erkek, ya sol ya sağ, ya siyah ya beyaz. Hayatımız karşıtlarla tanımlı. Le Guin de bu karşıtlarla (binaries) bizi yüz yüze getiriyor. Kadın-erkek eşitliğinin bi türlü sağlanamadığı toplumumuzu eleştiriyor. Kitabı okurken cinsiyetsiz Gethenlilere o kadar alışıyorsunuz ki, bizim toplumumuzda kadınların ya da erkeklerin salak salak sebeplerle kategorilere ayrılmaları çok saçma gelmeye başlıyor. Genly’e de öyle gelmeye başlıyor. Kitabın sonuna kadar asla güvenemediği Gethenli kankası Estraven’i sonunda hem kadın hem erkek olarak kabul edip sevebiliyor ve cinsiyet olayını aşıyor. Hatta dünyalılarla tekrar karşılaşınca herkesin ya erkek ya kadın olması çok garip geliyor ona, bu sefer de onları hayvan gibi görüyor alkdsoşfk. Tam salak.  Tabii bu kadar eşitlik mesajı veren koca kitapta kaç tane kadın var? Tüm roman boyunca iki kadın görüyoruz o da birkaç cümle. Feministler boş yere sinirlenmemiş, bu nasıl bir kitap hiç kadın yok, eşitlik dedin ama kadınları yine ikinci planca bıraktın, gölgede bıraktın? dememişler. Haklılar. Ama bence Le Guin’in kasıtlığı yaptığı bir şey bu.  Kadın hiçbir zaman olmadı ki. Hep ikinci planda kaldı, hep gölgeye atıldı. Bu kitapta ise bu yokluk o kadar bariz ki, kadın yokluktan varlık buluyor. Yani demem o ki en kadın düşmanı adam bile bu yokluğu fark eder, öyle bi hiçlik. Bu sessizlik, varolmayış en önemli mesajı veriyor: kadın gölgeden ışığa çıktı artık. Karanlığın Sol Eli ne demek? Işık demek. Işığın sağ eli? Karanlık. Yani kadın da erkek de beraber var olmaya devam edecekler.  Saygılar.

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Being someones Bitch!  [14]

I entered the city around 9:30am and simply drive around for a while getting used to the one-ways and no-go's and the parking situation. Eventually I came across a decent hotel - a "Num 10 Hotel" and booked the room for 2 nights and went up to store my bags and work up enough courage to go through with the meet in a few hours time.

The instructions I had been given by MISTRESS had been delightfully specific and also very "seemingly" familiar to me - the familiarity being I had seen it in truly Pro DOMS quite a few times when they were playing with subs.

Hehe - when I think back now to just how nervous I was - and insecure about the meeting - I imagine people coming across me in everyday life during those days before the meeting - must of thought I was on drugs or had some serious nervous disorder. hehe - I know I was shacking uncontrollably the closer it got to the actual meeting.

[By the way - my comment about drugs doesn't mean im ignorant of them - people require pleasure - I do not judge how they go about it - so long as they don't hurt others - UNLESS told to do so *wink-wink*]

What's your most sensitive part of your anatomy? disregarding your genitalia? Your neck? - your ribs? - your feet? - your inner thighs? - you're bum? - your hair? The neck is a sensitive area isn't it? :} to be kissed there or have someone breath on it - there is no denying it gives shivers hehe :) And depending on how ticklish you're - the feet and ribs can be uncontrollable squirming or sighing seductively -a want for more.P Personally Mine is my abdomen :) *blushing* It only takes the brush of a jumper/fingers/nails/feather/tongue whatever - just a light brush and I SPASM! uncontrollably lol. I have literally NO CONTROLL over how my body reacts when another person touches my abdomen. Its like being electrocuted but without pain and being replaced with pleasure - hehe I spasm and squirm like my insides are full of octopus legs instead.       Seriously - its like I've all of a sudden lost control of my body - and my brain is just saying 2 things - it's laughing in a manic giddy way - and it's also saying,  'stop! - stop!' but in a kind completely im yours sort of way.     Doesn't matter who does it - what sex they're or anything - if another person strokes my abdomen or 'providence preserve me' kisses me there - I loose control of my body totally - I just spasm and squirm :) its fucking wonderful!!!

My abdomen is also were my nerves start - then my hands - my legs - bladder - my awareness of self - then my stair!

After five minutes of being in my room and throwing my bags on the bed - my nerves hit. I suddenly started to  walk funny - picking something up felt alien - and my poor tummy was in knots :(

Still I was here and by far the overwhelming feeling I had in my core - was - she's perfect - just get through the meet - if you don't then you're just going to regret it...... Soooo - after about 30/45mins of being in my room and walking too and fro - of placing clothes in some of the cupboards there and taking out my makeup heap! - heh I say heap because I'm addicted to makeup - I can NEVER have enough - I spend soo much on makeup - im sure I've put quite a few teenagers through university.

So I guess its instructions time :) -- weeeeeee Ima get to be a girl - hehehe - literally bouncing up and down right now - ive already started walking properly :) Clothes fly off like what they are - just a disguise for me - uninteresting - dull - shapeless - masculine - none round or curvy - not stitched well - shoddy no feeling fabrics - colours so bland they make me want to get into train spotting - sizes far too big - no thought or emotional passion put into their creation AT ALL. So they're just ripped off and scattered wherever they lay - I wont be wearing those pathetic things for at least 24 hrs... AT LAST - IM ME FOR A CHANGE!!

My nails look yummy - and not too t00t my own trumpet but so do my legs, bum, boobs :) - alls I need to do now - is remove my face and sculpt something my MISTRESS will respect for the effort... I've already decided ima guna go large and seductive with the eyes - they're going to be my MISTRESSES first glimpse at my soul - and I want them to be large and in charge! I'm talking deep dark and cloudy blue shades - with dark wet eyeliner -- my shades will scroll down to my cheekbones.... my eyes are guna be my weapons tonight. Joy of Joys I’m female and I can rejoice in being me! When I'm crying because she's hit the right spot and made me worship her - I want my cloudy dark/deep eyes to make her heart skip!! skip a beat - when I look at her like I'm completely at her mercy, hurting and in pain - but worshipping her - I WANT HER TO KNOW THAT I AM HERS - TOTALLY AND COMPELTELY!

Sigh!!! I already feel me - my legs are crossed - I have a table full of makeup in front of me - a decent mirror - and due to VERY good chocies on my part - my boobs are pert!!

If only all of life could feel sooo feminen - sooo - well sooo me!

This Girls gota date - and shes guna killit!! mmwwahh X