#i mean it sounds LIKE QUEEN

[everysongineverykey]

I LOVE YOU THE WORKS!! i love you hammer to fall i love you radio ga ga i love you keep passing the open windows i LOVE you i want to break free. i love you fresh new (for the time) batch of amazing classic songs after a not so great tenth album (hot space :/) i love you THREE greatest hits on one record i love you. I LOVE YOU THE WORKS 1984

[fan-a-tink]

what is it with the cat king always specifying how people get places?

he really just likes the sound of his own voice that much, doesn't he?

[sergle]

AROUND (time): 30 minute window before and 30 after. BEFORE (time): the specified time is the absolute cutoff, bordering on late, so arrive somewhere in the hour before. AT (time): be punctual and be there or be square at the time. BY (time): something STARTS at the time specified and arriving at the exact time does not count as late. This is my take. I am not taking criticism at this time.

no dude bc I think you lowkey nailed it

[fizzytoo]

“Oh… you're that new farmer, aren't you?"

@eatasslikegrass 🫵🏽 >:3c

transcript: “ If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be cute. Actually, nevermind.”

[triglycercule]

killer eating food in front of horror as a way to taunt him. duuuude do you see this delectable parfait he has in his hands right now. he just put a spoonful in his mouth. horror is scratching at his own arms right now (trying not to jump this bitchass). killer can't even taste it LMAOOO another bite ‼️ imagine not being able to eat food 🤣🤣🤣 killer can't even taste it and enjoy the food but horror can't even EAT food

then horror grabs the parfait glass out of his hands and oh killer you should probably teleport away before horror does to you what undyne did to his eye

[burr-ell]

someone's gonna have to explain the reasoning behind "Prime Deities Bad" to me like i haven't spent an inordinate amount of time projecting western religious trauma onto this fantasy setting

[fideidefenswhore]

the tudors (2007-2010) / wolf hall (2009) / henry viii & the king's men (2020) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (june 1535) / the other boleyn girl (2008) / the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (april 1536) / henry viii, stratford festival production (2019) / wolf hall (2009) / elizabeth i & her enemies (2017) / the mirror & the light (2020) / becoming elizabeth (2022) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010)

[gaystonerdragon]

sometimes i feel like the people reading black butler forget that the whole premise of the narrative is a boy who saw his entire family and household massacred on his birthday is tricked into forming a revenge pact with a demon that was summoned by the cult that killed his brother after abusing the two preteen boys for weeks on end, to bring equal humiliation, pain, and suffering to everyone responsible for the aforementioned horrors committed against him. “its so dark” like yeah… what gave it away? “the subject matter is so heavy” again… what part of the narrative set up made you think it wouldn’t be? like you know how this is ending, right?

[mrinafria]

I'm thinking Daon as a kid was actually possessed by Lucifer or Satan (this was drafted early on and the second one seems less likely now after episodes 9-10). What if he just doesn't know it? Do we know Lucifer's whereabouts/story after Kylum was stolen? What is the likelihood Lucifer came up on earth to find Kylum himself? Is it possible Kylum somehow went inside young Daon's body, and Satan was occupying J when he saw Daon, then realized Daon possessed Kylum? hence Satan overtook Daon's body instead? Maybe something went wrong in the process, leaving him with amnesia, so Daon doesn't himself know he is possessed? he is Satan and still believes he is Daon the human? (doesn't explain J's k!lling spree though?)

Maybe Lucifer was looking for Satan+Kylum, found Daon with Kylum, overtook his body, but something about Daon's mom being a good person/religious/believer interrupted with this so he's left with fragments of his memory mixed with original Daon's? What if Kylum's powers cloak the demonic aura, so the one who has Kylum cannot be distinguished from other humans (either by angels or demons)?

Why am I so hell bent on turning Daon into a demon what is wrong with me.

This theory is absolute trash but I can't stop thinking about it.

[king-maven-calore]

or forever hold your peace 💐(rated M) - Marecal Modern AU

Summary:

Something blue. The color of her fiancé's eyes, who seems to have vanished from the face of the earth. Something old. The money of the Calore family, from their luxury hotel empire. Or the grudge between Mare and the Best Man. Something new. The revelation that Mare receives just minutes before her wedding. Something borrowed... the bride.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 5

cws: multiple whumpers mentioned (only one doing actual whumping here), winged whumpee, electrocution by shock collar, royal whumper, mentions of restricting food, accidental self-harm, let me know if I missed anything!

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“Honestly, I feel like just letting you skip dinner would be a better fitting punishment.” I did my best to keep my wings from shaking while Prince Ryan tightened the collar by one notch. “You were late giving her food, so your food is restricted. Natural consequences and all that. But you know how she is about corporal punishment. And since she’s the one you messed up in front of, she gets to decide.”

He fiddled with the remote, presumably changing the settings so that it would hurt more. I would not shake. I needed to be able to stay composed.

“You’re getting three shocks. One for each minute you were late. Does that seem fair?”

“I will accept whatever punishment you see as fit, Your Highness.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know you will.”

The first shock wasn’t bad. I arched my back and gasped a little, but it was almost the same as the shocks that woke me up every morning.

The second shock would be worse. That was how it worked—the shock was a bit stronger every time. The worst part wasn’t the actual shock, though. No, the worst part was waiting for the next one and not being sure when it would come. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t stare at the remote, waiting for the shock to hit. I took a slow breath, and-

Fuck.

A strangled noise escaped my throat, and I bit down on my fist to keep any more sound from getting out. I bit until I tasted blood, trying not to sway, before I finally dropped my hand back to my side. “Sorry, I- My apologies. Your Highness.”

“You’re good. You can make noise if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Mm. You wanna sit down for the third one? Your legs already look pretty shaky, and the last one is always the worst."

Had they always been this bad? Before I’d been properly trained, I’d had to sit through ten, getting worse at every level, and here I was with shaky legs at the second level.

“I need an answer, Onyx. It’s not like I electrocuted you enough to kill your vocal chords.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll- yeah, I’ll sit down. Thank you for offering.”

Her Majesty liked it when I was graceful. Prince Ryan wasn’t as particular, which was good, because I wasn’t sure how much gracefulness I had left in me as I collapsed to my knees. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, and I took a slow breath. Crying wouldn’t help me right now. Crying would probably make everything worse, because I’d already been told not to. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-

Fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurts fuck.

It took a moment for my eyes to focus on Prince Ryan’s face in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d kept my eyes closed or if the shock had been bad enough to mess with my eyesight, but it didn’t really matter.

“Breathe,” Prince Ryan told me, pulling the collar off. “You’ve done this before. You’re okay.” I nodded, trying to stay focused, and he tilted my chin up, making sure there wasn’t any damage that would last. “You did such a good job.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” My voice was slightly raspy. Had I screamed during the last shock? I didn’t remember screaming, but that didn’t mean much.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve had this particular punishment, hasn’t it?” Prince Ryan wondered, but he didn’t look like he really wanted a response. “A year at least. I suppose whatever tolerance you’d had for the higher levels has left.” His fingers ghosted over where I’d bit into my hand, but didn’t quite make contact. “I’m not going to clean that. It’s small. It’ll be fine as long as you don’t pick at the scab, but please don’t do that again.”

“Do what, Your Highness?”

“Bite yourself. You didn’t mean to, did you?”

“No, Your Highness. My apologies.”

“You’re fine for today, but I can’t have you hurting yourself while I’m trying to punish you for specific things, alright? It’ll mess with your conditioning. If you get back into that habit I'm going to start muzzling you for punishments again. No one wants that.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” I did not want that. I would take whatever the royal family gave me during punishments, of course, because good servants did not have wants, but the texture of the bit in the muzzle always made me feel weird.

“Good. Okay. Tell me what you did wrong.”

“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been late taking Her Majesty's breakfast to her. It won’t happen again. Thank you for punishing me so that I remember not to repeat my mistakes.”

“Good boy,” he murmured, running fingers through my hair, and I let myself lean into his touch. That was always the phrase that meant we were done. I had done well enough. I wouldn’t be punished any more.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Do you need a second? You’ve got about twelve minutes until Jayden needs your help serving dinner, and as long as you’re there on time, I don’t care if you take a break for now.”

“I, um.” I blinked hard. “Servants exist to please the crown, Your Highness. I don’t need-”

“I’m offering a break to you, Onyx. If you’d rather make sure dinner is all prepared, you can do that, but I won’t object if you’d like a few minutes to recover. We’re going to be… leaving for a bit tonight, and I don’t want you all pitiful and anxious like you were earlier. Okay?”

Prince Cardan was the only one who ever tried to trick me into things, but this felt like a trap. Prince Ryan looked serious, and like he wasn’t making fun of me, and wouldn’t it be rude to refuse a gift offered to me? “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Make sure to turn the light off when you leave the room.”

I didn’t cry when he left, because I was down to probably eleven minutes and that almost certainly wasn’t enough time to cry. It’d have to be enough time to pull myself together, though. If I could do it in the three minutes I had before the punishment, I could do it in the eleven minutes after.

Breathe in, breathe out. I could do this, I knew how. Crying served no purpose and I didn’t need to do it.

Nine minutes left, I estimated.

Nine would have to do.

~

taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so mad about how desperately into pan I am. he was specifically made to fuck me up. they dangled him in front of me like 'hey would you like to see a sad clown trickster with emotional intimacy issues and a heart of, if not gold, then some mysterious alloy with qualities not at all unlike those of gold at the end of the day?' and I went 'boy would I!' and now I'm lost. I'm on my knees he's like if reyes vidal was actually redeemable instead of just a 'release my man he did do all of that but I don't care' situation

[sracha]

i cant stop making these damn things

[pig-demon]

Something I’ve noticed with non-hispanic people writing Spanish dialogue… it comes off really redundant and awkward when you use “mi” before the word “mijo” or “mija”

“Mijo” and “mija” is a word that comes from combining “mi” and “hijo/hija” which means my son/my daughter/my child. So adding mi before mijo, just sounds like you’re saying my my child.

My my daughter lmaoo

Keeping this in mind would make your dialogue feel a little smoother imho.

Also as a bonus, its not just direct parents who say this. I’ve been called mija by grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even colloquially by older friends. Its a term of endearment for lil kids. *this might only be true for where I’m from though, so take with grain of salt.

Anyways, speaking of those terms, mija and mijo or mije (the gender neutral one) aren’t the only ones you can use for your fanfic or comics.

Cariño, amor, cielo, cielito lindo, bebé, corazón, mi santa (o, e) — just to name a few, if you wanna change it up sometimes. 🕺

[writingwenches]

in this edition of The Greens Won the War

Queen Regnant Jaehaera Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Defender of the Realm. (Faye Marsay)

cw: suicide

Prince Aegon iii Targaryen, The Prince of the Tower

It was a gesture of good will, of mercy, the offer of marriage to the son of her enemy. Queen Jaehaera would not start her reign with bloodshed. Prince Aegon had different ideas. He was never formally named King Consort, never ordained in the great hall. He was permitted to be present for their marriage at the Great Sept, the Septons had offered caution, sharing examples of the numerous past exceptions. Prince Aegon was never one to stop fighting, he tried to escape every chance he was given. Over the years, his presence at court was less and less as he was confined to the highest tower in the Keep. Queen Jaehaera totted him out during overly ceremonial occasions, where he was threatened with any and all methods of torture to behave himself. He rarely ever did. It is unknown if his death was intensional on his part, though rumor has it Aegon was pushed from the window in his tallest tower, falling to his death on the rocks below.

Jaehaera was first of her name, she decided her children should be as well, disregarding her advisor's wishes. The idea of naming her babes after those long dead made her sick. Aegon's children had been raised far from him, perhaps they had never even officially met him. The children were raised on stories of his sickness, of his position, the terrors of Aegon's mother Rhaenyra the Cruel, the mercy Good Queen Jaehaera showed him through marriage. They all mourned his death in their own way.

Maenor Targaryen (Jack Farthing, right) — The overly anxious first born, he knew of his responsibility from his first memory and it has weighed heavy on him since. His first love was his younger sister and betrothed, Aegella.

Viseryn Targaryen (Johnny Flynn, left) — the dutiful second son. His earliest memory is that of his father, or the lack of him. He was imprisoned in a part of the Keep that was forbidden to the children, under constant guard. Their mother said it was for his own protection, he was known for trying to escape and hurting himself. Viseryn worried about his father. It is undecided if he ever got to meet his father, at minimum they somehow shared a secret letter correspondence.

Aegella Targaryen (Kristine Froseth) — The Queen's fun loving daughter, Queen Jaehaera tried her best with the girl, but the Queen could not stop Aegella eyes from wondering on every boy she saw. Aegella was betrothed to her eldest brother, as if their tradition, but Aegella only ever had eyes for Viseryn, the ever noble second-son.

In their teens, this conflict is rather innocent, but as they grow chaos ensues.

Captain Vaemon Velaryon, King Consort to Queen Regnant Jaehaera

The first ever King Consort of the Seven Kingdoms, proclaimed in front of the entire court and their combined children. Queen Jaehaera was thought to be too old to bare children, though fate had other plans. The couple welcomed a child into the world.

Daerion/Daenya Targaryen — I haven't decided much about them, but potentially they are forced to marry Jaehaera's grandchildren?

a/n: Everything is very first draft vibes, would love some opinions on anything!

[tummy-bump-king]

When I met my classmate in a UV-lit nightclub five months ago, he didn't know it was me. We had been in the same cohort, working under the same graduate advisor, for about a year at that point, so you might have expected him to notice, but it really wasn't his fault. We don't actually know each other that well and besides, I was somewhat...dressed up that evening.

He knows me as a nice but reserved guy who tries maybe a little too hard for that classic academic vibe with the sweaters and the horn-rimmed glasses. There's no reason he would associate that image with the excitable woman in the fishnets and miniskirt he'd met that night. Even if the club had been well-lit and I'd attended makeup-free, I get the feeling he'd be too busy staring at my cleavage to notice anyways. He doesn't even know I have cleavage.

Anyway. I'd seen him watching me for most of the night. When I finally approached, it took no urging to stumble back into a private room. His lips were on mine and his hands on his belt before the door even closed.

I bent down to kiss him back and guided him to the low bed, laying him down and allowing him to watch as I removed my skin tight garments. The boots, of course, stayed on.

I rode him hard as he worshiped my breasts and thighs. He came inside me and we remained locked together a while longer as I nibbled at his ear and neck, making him shiver in his post-orgasm haze. I didn't come, but it had been fun enough.

I redressed and went home to clean myself off, leaving him there.

It seemed pointless to tell him the truth. We had a perfectly fine working relationship, and I didn't want to ruin that in exchange for awkward, stilted conversation, or god forbid, transphobia, just for the sake of one half-sober encounter. He could keep his memories and I could keep mine.

I didn't realize there had been consequences of that night until almost four months later. I hadn't had my period in years since switching hormones, and I only got sick for a few days, chalking it up to something bad I ate. It was only with the aggressive cravings and sudden weight gain that I began to connect the dots and went out to buy a test.

I doubt anyone has noticed any change yet. My stomach wasn't exactly flat before, and I wear several layers daily anyways, so a few extra inches around the middle is hardly likely to draw stares.

I know about it though. So when I happen to catch sight of him in the lab or the office, or when I feel a slight ache in my chest or the growing weight of my center, I can rest my hand upon the subtle curve and know.

I can't hide it forever, of course. Not with clothes at least. Another month or two and I know the curve of my belly will begin to strain against the soft fabric of my sweaters and hang over the waistband of my pants. My breasts will swell and my ass will expand. I'll be front-heavy and take up more space than I'm accustomed to. I won't be able to sit fully against my desk or my steering wheel and my lunches will be twice as big, and my hands will rest comfortably atop the swell of my abdomen or cradle it carefully from below, and even with all of that they will not know. He will not know.

Because with the hair on my face and the timbre of my voice, who would ever suspect.