#just the thought of her being in that old style of art and like how ppl would interpret her character and stuff is rlly fun to think abt
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Eve and Sorochi, but Furry
Crystal Heart(?) Clip Studio Paint Pro - 8 hours
I've been a furry for a majority of the ten years I have been in a relationship with my husband. Despite this, I have created very little furry art in that span and all that I have is uh... quite old. And recently I have been diving back into that part of my life, following a bunch of furry creators and consuming their art.
So I thought it was high time I threw my hat in the ring. Eve and Sorochi, two of my OCs, have been hot on my mind as my husband and I have started working on a comic/written project surrounding their relationship (more on that down the road :3), so I thought they would be perfect candidates for me to dip my toe beans back into the style.
Eve is a spotted hyena, because punk/alt yeens are sick as fuck and, being an aggressive domme transwoman, it just fit. Her dark markings on her left leg and arm emulate the tattoo sleeves she has on her original design. You can see little glimpses of her tentacle tattoos dyed in her fur as well.
Sorochi is a long-haired cat. I chose cat because she is autistic, is often quiet to the point of startling her friends and partners, is very picky about who she considers trustworthy/a friend, likes to curl up in nooks to read, and is a nimble little dancer. I found a particular reference photo of a long-haired cat where their "mane" very closely resembled how Sorochi's hair falls, so I immediately knew that was what I was going with. The dark tips in her hair represent her pre-transition hair color, much how I have left the roots of my own hair darker while going blonde elsewhere.
These were really fun, low pressure designs to create. I particularly love their big stompy shoes (particularly Eve's), Eve's existential expression, and Ro's fur patterns through her tights. I will almost definitely do more with these two in their furry designs, as well as expand out the Crystal Heart cast for shits and giggles. <3
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MORE TRANSFEM DIPPER!!! SHE IS MY LIFEBLOOD 😭😭😭😭😭
(ur art style is so nice btw)
dipper pines and the art of repression
notes below the cut for funsies haha.
its kind of interesting to me to watch gravity falls with the lens of transfem dipper because when you watch it like that, its like. shes trying SO hard to push it down. it kind of reads like shes trying to convince not just everybody else, but HERSELF that shes a boy. like the idea that anybody could even think shes a girl is terrifying to her (this kid really does read as trans in any direction LMFAO i love dipper) but like. why transfem? right… full hc territory here, please be nice to me.
-she doesn’t like her deadname (its traditionally a masculine name, as far as i know 😭) so she goes by the nickname that as given to her because of her birthmark…
-she gets made fun of OFTEN for not being manly enough even throughout the show and so she associates femininity with Bad Thing To Be. so she CANT be a girl because being a girl would be a BAD THING FOR HER TO BE. shes 12 years old yk so like. this deep, deeeep repression sets in.
and so:
-she overcompensates. shes not just going to be manly, but shes going to be SO manly that nobody is going to make fun of her for it again. sometimes to the point where she feels like she cant even really be herself.
i feel like she doesn’t even really realize it in canon,,, its probably post-canon. but the realization would hit her SO hard. like a truck. and it would be so scary at first but then its not, then she feels Right and it feels GOOD and shes so happy and her family would love her and accept her so much and whatever WHATEVERRRR.
anyways, i was just rewatching gf and this was really making the rounds in my head the more i watched, because its kind of how i experienced being trans myself (and im transmasc so LOL) like. just repressing the thing i thought was bad and overcompensating like crazy, until i realized… that its not a bad thing to be. other people making you feel bad about it doesnt MEAN its bad. and then that realization that your identity not being what you thought it was doesn’t mean you change as a person. you’ve always just been you. but it feels better. it feels real.
#gravity falls#dipper pines#transfem dipper#gabuart#shes internalizing it but she’ll get there#sorry if i got rambly at the end there#when i say i got emotionally attatched to this headcanon i really TRULY did#LOL
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man I wish page was real
#just the idea of her being like a canon hs character is plaguing my mind#just the thought of her being in that old style of art and like how ppl would interpret her character and stuff is rlly fun to think abt#I hope I get a little bit of that from citrus#I rlly like hearing feedback and other people’s thoughts and ideas#and also fan art and stuff it makes me happy!! I love seeing page in different art styles :)#I just think it’s cool 👍
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home is where the heart is ★ profile
IN WHICH your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)
SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
Y/N L/N (the beefcake)
YOU are known as 'mama' to the kids, and 'daddy' to natasha. would literally lay your life down for your kids and wife. raging butch, gym rat, handiman around the house, occasionally helping with cooking and cleaning as well. you're also the CEO of L/N-Corp worldwide media, with a degree in being husband material. you like it when natasha calls you handsome, a service top to the end of time. but at the end of the day, you're just ken, hopelessly in love with your wife and worshipping the very ground she walks on.
NATASHA ROMANOFF (the milf)
NATASHA is known as 'mommy' to the kids and you. epitome of housewife milf, with her clean fashion and reading glasses and soft tummy you never fail to squish. she's the stricter parent, with a firm but patient parenting style. as much as she can resist the kids' puppy dog eyes, she always falls for yours. down bad for your beefiness. peak wife material - she's teaching the kids the piano, the food she cooks is literally orgasmic. your darling angel pillow princess. she's the barbie to your ken, the black cat to your golden retriever, the only one for you till the end of time.
MARINA (the peacemaker)
MARINA is your oldest daughter, ten years of age but wise beyond her years. her name is of russian descent, meaning "of the sea". marina is a quiet kid, more calm and laid-back like natasha. you think your daughter is a secret genius, as she's topped her class since first grade, and has an amazing affinity for languages and the arts. the first time you read one of her poems, you started crying. (it was titled 'the sun' and was about how much she adored you, for the record.) marina is such a responsible big sister, though she sometimes struggles with the lack of attention she gets because of her younger siblings.
EMILIA AND EMILIO (the troublemakers)
EMILIA is the older twin, five years-old and ready to rock the world. her name is also of russian origin and means 'eager'. she's more tomboyish than her older sister, disliking dresses and being weirdly obsessed with checkered bermudas. she's a little unorganised, but emilio keeps her in check. they balance each other out, after all. emilia is completely selfless and entirely loveable, just this shining bundle of joy in your life. she loves football too! you play it with her and emilio on the weekends.
EMILIO is the younger twin by fourteen minutes (which his older sister never fails to tease him about). they share the same name meaning, which is rather fitting. this five year-old is loud, unapologetic, and aspires to be a dinosaur. he really likes pterodactyls, okay? he's a mommy's boy, always curled up in natasha's arms when he's not busy exploring the world. his fated enemy is mathematics, so you have to fight world wars in order to get him to do his addition and subtraction. just a cheeky little guy who thinks the world of his sisters and moms.
SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
first time making actual ocs with names and stuff! what are your thoughts on this lively family....
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Requests are open?? May I request Lilia and Malleus from the self aware au with a player who is an artist and draws them a lot?
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, death, murder, hypocrisy, fire, coma, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior
Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-Player is an artist who draws them a lot
Doesn't matter what kind of style and form of art you practice, you have a fan
Classical? Great! Realism? Wonderful! Stick-man-style? He put the picture in a golden frame (All hail the stick-man style!)
But if Malleus were to ever find out that said stick man is supposed to be him, well he would be over the moon
It was a totally normal day, a cat was choking up a hairball and some poor student fell off of his broom in flying class and was now stuck in a tree
But that is of no importance to us
What is of importance though is Malleus strolling down the path down to Ramshackle and seeing you sit on the stairs with paper and other drawing utensils
Completely normal. Peaceful even. Maybe a bit too peaceful
You see, if you hadn't been too absorbed into rubbing colored pigments into dead wood then you would have seen the tall black wall approaching you
A shadow falls over your shoulder and you scream
Is that... him? Why is the Overseer draw-oh
Malleus is metaphorically (more or less. Meh, he is probably this close to doing it also literally) frothing from his mouth after seeing himself in more than just one paper after the small stack stabilizing the paper you drew on slipped from your hands
Forgetting his manners he rips the paper from the ground, staring with eyes wide as plates onto the thinly pressed wood (granny is somewhere shaking her head)
Why would the Overseer, watcher over worlds, almighty ruler of everything, a god, draw him?
Coughing nervously you explained that you just are interested in are and liked to draw him
Later when he is back in Diasomnia Lilia is greeted with the sight of a tail-wagging Malleus (yes Malleus has a tail and I have no idea how he hides it)
“Lilia, the Overseer likes to draw me.”-moments before calamity struck and Malleus accidentally lit the dorm aflame from sheer joy
But... perhaps you shouldn't draw anyone else
Who knows? Maybe that person disappears for a while and just to be found in a deep coma (don't do it)
Whoa whoa whoa darling, let us not jump at him from nowhere with the fact that you like to draw him
After all, he is quite old and we don't know what his poor heart can still take
Now how about you tell him about your interest in art fir- ah... From your expression I take that it is too late for that
Indeed it is
One day you were just sitting there in Ramshackle, T-posing or whatever you do when you are not drawing
Remember that scene when Lilia was introduced to us? Well “How do you do fellow kids” over here just popped out of thin air
Now, that would have been nothing special if it wasn't for the stack of paper with his face on it on the table...
Lilia is staring, you are staring and the gargoyles are facepalming
Poor man has to take a seat all whilst you watch him with cold sweat running down your back
Suddenly Lilia isn't that “always energetic” guy but looks a lot more vulnerable
In Lilias mind however he is planning how to burn that one portrait of himself in the Draconia castle and replace it with your art
Or so he thought until he looked what else you drew
For goodness sake, someone call an ambulance! I think he is about to pass out!
If the situation wasn't already awkward enough for you (and euphoric for him) Lilia suddenly kneels down, saying something about being honored and him swearing to be forever loyal to you
Oh sweet summer child, how easily you told him “Oh thanks...” If only you knew what would follow...
You see, Lilia might have had seen a few too many heads being severed from their bodies but, oh well, all those students were a teeny tiny bit too close to you for his comfort
Suddenly there is an increase in missing students who get found in... uh... “not compatible with life” conditions
See? It's dangerous outside! Let him watch over you!
Says the person responsible for everything
You had shown your appreciation through your art, now it's his turn to show his
And what if a few students need to get hurt? (Yeah, “hurt”)
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patterns of abuse with jaehaerys
this post made me deeply depressed and i reread f&b which was my first mistake.
tldr i’m making the argument that jaehaerys definitely sexually abused saera and alysanne, and likely viserra and gael, and also i hate this man. if you disagree and want to say so *nicely* that’s cool but if you hardcore love jae and don’t want to hear criticism, maybe just scroll past bc i’m not nice to him at all (obviously, i’m accusing him of csa lol).
breaking this down by each woman, so there’s 6 sections: saera, viserra, daella, gael, alysanne, and alicent.
saera targaryen
If she were the king’s firstborn, or better still his only child, she would be well content. Instead she finds herself the ninthborn, with six living siblings who are older than her and even more adored. Aemon is to be king, Baelon most like will be his Hand, Alyssa may be all her mother is and more, Vaegon is more learned than she is, Maegelle is holier, and Daella…when does a day go by when Daella is not in need of comfort? And whilst she is being soothed, Saera is being ignored. Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.
that’s septon barth’s opinion on her and barth is always right. simply put, she’s a deeply neglected child who acts like a brat to get her parents attention because she’s learned the only way they’ll pay attention to her is if she’s causing a problem.
Before she was eleven, she was stealing wine and ale instead. By twelve, she was like as not to arrive drunk when summoned to the sept for prayer.
The king’s half-witted fool, Tom Turnip, was the victim of many of her japes, and her unwitting catspaw for others. Once, before a great feast where many lords and ladies were to be in attendance, she persuaded Tom that it would be much funnier if he performed naked. It was not well received.
stealing alcohol at 10 and being a committed alcoholic at 12 is not normal behavior. it is a sign of something deeply at wrong at home. also, the way she kind of, sexually humiliated tom, someone who is too “innocent” to even realize she’s sexually humiliating him…gives me the ick re: how she views sex.
Saera had learned the art of getting anything she wanted from her father: a kitten, a hound, a pony, a hawk, a horse (Jaehaerys did draw a firm line at the elephant). Queen Alysanne was far less gullible, however, and Septon Barth tells us that Saera’s sisters all misliked her to various degrees.
i don’t like this. nothing wrong with giving your child gifts (see ned going above and beyond to get arya not just instruction on how to fight but also a specific style that would gel with being smaller than your average opponent) but in conjunction with “jaehaerys ignores saera unless she’s pressing him for an expensive gift which he immediately gives her and alysanne doesn’t get why he caved so quickly” its an alarming dynamic.
also speaks to how isolated saera specifically was, that the only siblings that like her (aemon and baelon) are usually out and about, and there’s a clear wedge between saera and her sisters, even viserra.
The screams were coming from Tom Turnip, who was lurching helplessly in circles trying to escape from half a dozen naked whores, whilst the patrons of the house laughed uproariously and shouted on the harlots. Jonah Mooton, Red Roy Connington, and Stinger Beesbury were amongst those patrons, each one drunker than the last. They had thought it would be funny to see old Turnip do the deed, Red Roy admitted. Then Jonah Mooton laughed and said the jape had all been Saera’s notion, and what a funny girl she was.
again with sexually humiliating tom.
it continues with her friends. it’s not unusual for a 15 year old girl to want to fool around with other 15 year olds but alys and perri are all guilt ridden and upset and alys is with child. it reminds me a lot of cersei sexually abusing taena in affc. when she’s caught (now, mind you, she’s been marched in front of her parents sitting on the throne and not brought to them in their private rooms. she’s being treated right off the bat as if she’s guilty of a crime and not guilty of being a shitty teenager):
“She went from denial to dismissal to quibbling to contrition to accusation to justification to defiance in the space of an hour, with stops at giggling and weeping along the way,” Septon Barth would write. “She never did it, they were lying, it never happened, how could they believe that, it was just a game, it was just a jape, who said that, that was not how it happened, everyone likes kissing, she was sorry, Peri started it, it was such fun, no one was hurt, no one ever told her kissing was bad, Sweetberry had dared her, she was so ashamed, Baelon used to kiss Alyssa all the time, once she started she did not know how to stop, she was afraid of Stinger, the Mother Above had forgiven her, all the girls were doing it, the first time she was drunk, she had never wanted to, it was what men wanted, Maegelle said the gods forgave all sins, Jonah said he loved her, the gods had made her pretty, it was not her fault, she would be good from now on, it will be as if it never happened, she would marry Red Roy Connington, they had to forgive her, she would never kiss a man again or do any of those other things, it wasn’t her who was with child, she was their daughter, she was their little girl, she was a princess, if she were queen she would do as she liked, why wouldn’t they believe her, they never loved her, she hated them, they could whip her if they wanted but she would never be their slave. She took my breath away, this girl. There was never a mummer in all the land who gave such a performance, but by the end she was exhausted and afraid, and her mask slipped.”
What does Jaehaerys ask after all of this? “Have you given any of these boys your maidenhead?” Her response:
“True?” said Saera. It was in that moment, with that word, that the contempt came out. “No. I gave it to all three. They all think they were the first. Boys are such silly fools.”
Now mind you, Alyssa and Daella have both died of childbirth recently and her parents are mad she had sex as a 16 year old bordering on 17 year old, and not the fact that she like, at best peer pressured her besties into having sex and now one of them is pregnant. jaehaerys has only asked if she’s still a virgin.
“I will be married,” the princess said. “Why shouldn’t I be? You were married at my age. I shall be wedded and bedded, but to whom? Jonah and Roy both love me, I could take one of them, but they are both such boys. Stinger does not love me, but he makes me laugh and sometimes makes me scream. I could marry all three of them, why not? Why should I have just one husband? The Conqueror had two wives, and Maegor had six or eight.”
i keep trying not to give my opinion and just lay it all out but the thing is i’d just be reposting the whole scene because it’s just filled with so much weird sex stuff. if you don’t remember it, go reread it. it doesn’t feel (to me) like regular “george is bad at writing sex” vibes but “george is purposefully trying to skeeve you out” vibes but i am willing to admit i could be wrong and he really just doesn’t understand what he wrote.
anyways remember how i said saera acts out to get attention from her parents? all she’s done here is act out, her “crimes” are basically nonexistent; beyond how alys feels about being pregnant, saera consensually had sex with boys around her age who aren’t married, and then blithely compared herself to some asshole relatives. if your teenager idolizes dick cheney that’s probably worrying but not a crime! this is not how jae treats it however.
When the princess heard his words, she rushed toward him, crying, “Father, Father!” but Jaehaerys turned his back on her, and Gyles Morrigen caught her by the arm and wrenched her away. She would not go of her own accord, so the guards were forced to drag her from the hall, wailing and sobbing and calling for her father.
The king was angry and unyielding, for his shame was deeply felt, and he could not forget Saera’s taunting words about his uncle’s wives. “She is no longer my daughter,” he said more than once. Queen Alysanne could not find it in her heart to be so harsh, however. “
saera tries to escape.
This time the princess was not allowed to return to her own chambers. She was confined to a tower cell instead, with Jonquil Darke guarding her day and night, even in the privy.
Princess Saera watched from the window of her cell. Jonquil Darke, her gaoler, made certain that she did not turn away.
that’s as her dad is murdering stinger btw. is he a creepy 19 year old? yeah. but like, making your 15 year old watch you murder her 19 year old trust fund baby stoner boyfriend sure is something.
so then they sent her to the silent sisters where she’s beaten all the time and has to pray all the time and she runs away, becomes a sex worker and literally never looks back.
The truth did not come out until a year later, when the former princess was seen in a Lysene pleasure garden, still clad as a novice. Queen Alysanne wept to hear it. “They have made our daughter into a whore,” she said. “She always was,” the king replied.
“You need her as a Dornishman needs a pit viper,” Jaehaerys said. “I am sorry. King’s Landing has sufficient whores. I do not wish to hear her name again.”
but before we move on, let’s look at one more related ick, when saera’s sons show up to the great council:
From Essos came three rival competitors, grandsons of King Jaehaerys through his daughter Saera, each sired by a different father. One was said to be the very image of his grandsire in his youth.
after her drinking, acting out, and jaehaerys’ focus on calling her a whore, explicitly pointing out that one of her grandsons looks just like jae is a choice. i know they’re super inbred. it’s still uncomfortable in context.
viserra targaryen
alysanne makes no sense here but i’m just gonna quickly explain instead of lay it out or we will be here all day bc viserra’s engagement is completely nonsensical. theomore manderly is old, ugly, has a shitton of heirs, and viserra clearly doesn’t want to marry him. also if she wanted to be queen, why is she going after baelon, aemon is still alive. anyways jaehaerys is no help here, then she goes to baelon for help, but she’s also super drunk.
Frustrated, Viserra next turned to her brother Baelon in hopes of rescue, if court gossip can be believed. Slipping past his guards into his bedchamber one night, she disrobed and waited for him, making free with the prince’s wine whilst she lingered. When Prince Baelon finally appeared, he found her drunk and naked in his bed and sent her on her way. The princess was so unsteady that she required the help of two maids and a knight of the Kingsguard to get her safely back to her own apartments.
she gets drunk with some friends again, goes riding, breaks her neck. i wanted to point out this pattern of drinking and acting out at a young age. as well as this pattern of targaryen daughters who aren’t “meant” for a brother and are promised to men who are old and with heirs
daella targaryen
i wanted to add daella because her getting married at 15 makes as little sense as viserra, and her match to a old man with several heirs is equally nonsensical. but also this:
“I would never marry her,” the boy said, in front of half the court. “She can barely read. She should find some lord in need of stupid children, for that’s the only sort he will ever have of her.”
where did vaegon get that mouth.
Daella was not clever, even her septa had to admit. She learned to read after a fashion, but haltingly, and without full comprehension. She could not seem to commit even the simplest prayers to memory. She had a sweet voice, but was afraid to sing; she always got the words wrong. She loved flowers, but was frightened of gardens; a bee had almost stung her once.
Jaehaerys, even more than Alysanne, despaired of her. “She will not even speak to a boy. How is she to marry? We could entrust her to the Faith, but she does not know her prayers, and her septa says that she cries when asked to read aloud from The Seven-Pointed Star.”
The queen always rose to her defense. “Daella is sweet and kind and gentle. She has such a tender heart. Give me time, and I will find a lord to cherish her. Not every Targaryen needs to wield a sword and ride a dragon.”
so daella is 12 at this point.
Her sixteenth nameday was fast approaching, and with it her womanhood. Queen Alysanne was at her wit’s end, and the king had lost his patience. On the first day of the 80th year since Aegon’s Conquest, he told the queen he wanted Daella wed before the year’s end. “If she wants I can find a hundred men and line them up before her naked, and she can pick the one she likes,” he said. “I would sooner she wed a lord, but if she prefers a hedge knight or a merchant or Pate the Pig Boy, I am past the point of caring, so long as she picks someone.”
i just don’t like this. other “simple” targs are not required to marry, like vaella and aelora, two of daeron ii’s grandfaughters so i don’t get why daella is pressured into marrying before she’s even of age. at least jae 2 forced rhaella and aerys because of a prophecy? what is jae’s reasoning for so sexualizing his daughter?
gael targaryen
this one is definitely a reach but i’d like to point out that this is basically all we know about gael:
Princess Gael, a sweet, shy child of seven, became the queen’s constant shadow and support, even sharing her bed at night.
and our information on how she dies is so shady:
A sweet-natured girl, but frail and somewhat simpleminded, she remained with the queen long after her other children had grown and gone, but in 99 AC she vanished from court, and soon afterward it was announced that she had died of a summer fever. Only after both her parents were gone did the true tale come out. Seduced and abandoned by a traveling singer, the princess had given birth to a stillborn son, then, overwhelmed by grief, walked into the waters of Blackwater Bay and drowned.
how does gael get pregnant by a traveling singer when she never leaves her mother’s side? why doesn’t anyone in court know gael got pregnant and killed herself until after aly and jae both die and how was this even found out?
am i implying that jaehaerys sexually abused all four of his daughters? yes because he literally sexually abuses his own wife.
alysanne targaryen
“I am forty-two years old,” she told the king. “You must be content with the children I have given you. I am more suited to be a grandmother than a mother now, I fear.”
King Jaehaerys did not share her certainty. “Our mother, Queen Alyssa, was forty-six when she gave birth to Jocelyn,” he pointed out to Grand Maester Elysar. “The gods may not be done with us.” He was not wrong. The very next year, the Grand Maester informed Queen Alysanne that she was once more with child, to her surprise and dismay.
he uses the birth that killed their mother and that is condemned by rhaena and alysanne as reckless and cruel of rogar to force on her. that birth.
at this point as well, he had abused saera and daella, then they’re gone, then viserra starts drinking and dies, then jae marital rapes aly into having gael, giving him access to another young girl to abuse…i’m aware this is a very uncharitable reading of him but…
alicent hightower (and kind of alyssa targaryen)
Ser Otto’s precocious fifteen-year-old daughter, Alicent, became his constant companion, fetching His Grace his meals, reading to him, helping him to bathe and dress himself. The Old King sometimes mistook her for one of his daughters, calling her by their names; near the end, he grew certain she was his daughter Saera, returned to him from beyond the narrow sea.
saera is the one he fixated on yet again but notable that he’s fixated on his daughters as he dies and not his sons, despite jaehaerys turning to drink after aemon died bc he was so upset.
He announced his intention to wed Lady Alicent of House Hightower, the clever and lovely eighteen-year-old daughter of the King’s Hand, the girl who had read to King Jaehaerys as he lay dying.
The Hightowers of Oldtown were an ancient and noble family, of impeccable lineage; there could be no possible objection to the king’s choice of bride. Even so, there were those who murmured that the Hand had risen above himself, that he had brought his daughter to court with this in mind. A few even cast doubt on Lady Alicent’s virtue, suggesting she had welcomed King Viserys into her bed even before Queen Aemma’s death. (These calumnies were never proved, though Mushroom repeats them in his Testimony and goes so far as to claim that reading was not the only service Lady Alicent performed for the Old King in his bedchamber.)
i know it’s just mushroom being a perv but a rumor that 15 year old alicent “serviced” jaehaerys existing besides rumors that he mistook 15 year old alicent for the daughter he last saw when she was 17 - and viserra was 15, gael 19, and daella 15, all around alicent’s age and all died before age 20. all the targaryen girls that weren’t born “for” a brother exit the narrative after some sort of sexual abuse that centers around jae, as teenagers; daenerys was born for aemon, alyssa for baelon, and maegelle for vaegon before they both fucked off and maegelle was too pious (and too old). this idea of being “for” a brother leads directly to alyssa’s death before 30:
“You were made for battles, and I was made for this. Viserys and Daemon and Aegon, that’s three. As soon as I am well, let’s make another. I want to give you twenty sons. An army of your own!” It was not to be. Alyssa Targaryen had a warrior’s heart in a woman’s body, and her strength failed her. She never fully recovered from Aegon’s birth, and died within the year at only four-and-twenty.
and alysanne being “for” jaehaerys is how he excusing sexually abusing her into a risky pregnancy. essentially what i fear is that because saera, daella, viserra, and gael aren’t “for” someone, jaehaerys gets it into his mind that that are for him. even without him raping them tho, that subtext is there! he is entitled to saera’s virginity and calls her a whore multiple times, even decades after she’s left, and murders her boyfriend in front of her. he claims a weird sexual ownership over his neurodivergent daughter daella and his alcoholic, depressed daughter viserra, and we get zero information on gael’s pregnancy or his reaction to it. but jaehaerys deciding his daughters are “for” him certainly has a basis in canon just judging from the erratic and worrying behavior of his younger daughters.
jaehaerys is a creep and i hate him and i don’t know how much of this is on purpose (like, will aegon vi or dany find out jaehaerys was a shady pedo and it shatters their world? will dunk and egg find it out and it affects their plot somehow? did george just put it in there to make a comment on power and monarchy and misogyny, similar to aegon iv raping the bracken women? or is just there for window dressing creepiness, like “i will pepper in the fact that jaehaerys is sexually obsessed with his daughters” thing?) or if george just made jaehaerys sexually obsessed with his daughters on accident?
on the one hand, it seems out of character for george. he romanticizes drogo thru dany’s eyes but it’s clear he’s meant to be seen as a creep (dany talking about being pregnant followed by “she had just turned 14” is sickeningly jarring for a reason) and also, drogo dies bc of his own pride. sansa doesn’t like any of the old dudes touching her; she is at least marginally freaked out by her wedding night, the unkiss, and lf & dontos taking liberties with her, and rightly. the story that’s told about the mountain raping a girl and making the father pay him is meant to disgust us. the walk of shame is a harrowing chapter to read, because whatever cersei’s crimes, this sexual humiliation is not something she deserves. on and on. yes, we all hate the way arya is sexualized in the mercy chapter, but crucially, she’s not blithely and happily seducing these pervs, she’s going hard candy on their asses. is this just messy set up for something like that?? i think, given how little dany knows about her family’s crimes that somehow learning jae sexually abused (and maybe even impregnated) his own daughters after she herself experiences sexual abuse would be huge. the same goes for aegon vi learning that sexual abuse runs rampant in his family tree; would he empathize with saera hiding out in essos to escape the sexual abuse of her father, see some of elia and his own plight in her? in gael?
or did george really just. not realize how sexually obsessed jaehaerys was with his daughters?
idk how to end this. where’s the winds of winter george i need answers.
#anti jaehaerys targaryen#anti fire and blood#valyrianscrolls#saera targaryen#viserra targaryen#gael targaryen#debated the vs tag bc i know it’s probably gonna annoy some people but. i do actually wonder if this will be a plot point in the books#or if it was an accident#rani attempts meta#gael and the bard#saerhaerys#jaehaerys the cruel
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To add to the fashion post: According to Rachel the banana dress is supposed to be based, in part, off Trixie Mattel, which is so - What? For anyone who doesn't know, Trixie Mattel is a drag queen, and drag is a performance where gender is hyper-emphasized and stylized, especially towards femininity when it comes to drag queens. Trixie as an artist specifically goes hyper-feminine through the lens of 1960s aesthetics with direct inspiration from Dolly Parton, bands like The Go-Go's and The B-52's, and especially vintage Barbie. You can pick any random episode of UNHhhh or performance footage of Trixie's and always find a direct link to her inspirations in how she presents herself. It's a carefully and personally crafted image and style that makes Trixie stand-out and makes her memorable. And to no one's surprise, a lot of what makes a drag queen is also akin to working a fashion show: Many of their outfits, wigs, and makeup styles are pieces of art, not to be used for every day use.
Persephone, meanwhile, is clearly also supposed to be very feminine and Rachel wants to take inspiration from someone like Trixie to dress her up, but it's obvious that Rachel doesn't get why someone like Trixie is so memorable and why her exaggerated fashion works for her and not everyone else. Everything Trixie does, down to her makeup to the music she makes, shines with who SHE is as a person and performer. If you took Dolly Parton or Barbie out of the equation, then Trixie isn't Trixie. Persephone, in comparison, does not have anything to her that actually makes her every changing fashion choices make sense, she's just a mannequin who is at the whims of a constantly bored Rachel. Why does she wear a sparkly dress in the final battle? It's not because we know it's her personal style or it matches her personality, but because Rachel wanted to draw that. Why does Persephone randomly wear vintage outfits? Not because she's "old-fashioned" or has a stated interest in vintage fashion, but because Rachel wanted to draw that. Why does she wear the wedding dress that she does? Not because she chose it, but because Hera (so really, Rachel) told her to. And the examples go on and on.
To tie it back to the main point, the reason someone like Trixie can rock a huge beehive hairstyle, a goofy banana purse, and a feather dress and make it work is because we know who she is as a person and that those choices reflect herself and her interests. The reason Persephone can't is because we don't know about her actual thoughts, hobbies, or interests. These do not reflect the character, they reflect whatever Rachel saw on her Pinterest board that week.
God, it's wild to me that Rachel can reference literal drag queens but then straightwash just about every canonically queer character in the comic. Even Eros feels chronically heterocis despite being confirmed gay in LO.
Like... Persephone, a chronically heterocis character, trying to be Trixie Mattel feels like some sort of hate crime. I can't prove it, but it's setting off so many alarm bells knowing how much Rachel has appropriated and misrepresented throughout LO (・_・;)
#ask me anything#ama#anon ama#anon ask me anything#lore olympus critical#anti lore olympus#lo critical
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Josephine Baker (The Siren of the Tropics, ZouZou)— Josephine Baker was an American born actress, singer, and utter icon of the period, creating the 1920s banana skirt look. She was the first black woman to star in a major motion film. She fought in the French resistance in WWII, given a Legion of Honour, as well as refusing to perform in segregated theatres in the US. She was bisexual, a fighter, and overall an absolutely incredible woman as well as being extremely attractive.
Joan Crawford (Dancing Lady, Mildred Pierce, The Women)— God, where do I start!!! Her face is so UNIQUE and compelling and stands out so much. I love her thick brows and high cheekbones. She has a school-marmy hardness too her that makes her a little scary and therefore sexy. Her low thick voice also does it for me. Despite being an unusual looking woman with an unusual face, she never loses her glamour. Just a gorgeous talented actress, AND she was some sort of gay!!!
This is round 5 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. the famous banana skirt is mildly NSFW.]
Josephine Baker:
Black, American-born, French dancer and singer. Phenomenal sensation, took music-halls by storm. Famous in the silent film era.
Let's talk La Revue Negre, Shuffle Along. The iconique banana outfit? But also getting a Croix de Guerre and full military honors at burial in Paris due to working with the Resistance.
She exuded sex, was a beautiful dancer, vivacious, and her silliness and humor added to her attractiveness. She looked just as good in drag too.
So I know she was more famous for other stuff than movies and her movies weren’t Hollywood but my first exposure to her was in her films so I’ve always thought of her as a film actress first and foremost. Also she was the first black woman to star in a major motion picture so I think that warrants an entry
Iconic! Just look up anything about her life. She was a fascinating woman.
Joan Crawford:
I just love women that are very mean.
she was a smoke show in every decade, from the 20s to the 60s.
The classic matronly beauty with amazing eyebrows
of course there's a space for MILF joan but i want to just take a second and say she was so cute in her early movies (like grand hotel and the women)! those parts often get forgotten but her stardom shines in them just as much as in her older #queen #icon roles
Misremembered for wire hanger hatred, this original screen queen mastered the art of the comeback and refused to let Hollywood toss her aside as she aged. The term “auteur” is usually revered for directors or writer-directors, but most critics have one actor they’ll give that title to as well: Crawford—anyone who knows classic movies already has a “Crawford picture” in their head. She knew how to style herself and promote herself. She made herself a star and kept herself fixated in the Hollywood firmament. What’s hotter than knowing just how hot you are?
(don’t think about Mommie Dearest right now) Joan was known for being super nice to all the like crew of the movies she worked on and she’d get everyone gifts. Joan would hold movie nights at her house and knit at the back of her home theater. Joan was sooo obsessed with other women including Greta Garbo, whos dressing room she would obsessively and purposefully walk by. She said that while working on Grand Hotel, Garbo grabbed her face and “if there ever was a time in my life where I would’ve been a lesbian, that was it.” But like Joan also probably did sleep with women including Barbara Stanwyck. Joan was so obsessed with Bette Davis, screening multiple movies of hers in a day at her watch party, constantly trying to spend time with her or do a movie together, insisting on the dressing room next to hers at Warners and sending her daily gifts… etc. Once Bette said that sex was gods joke to humanity and Joan said “I think the joke is on her.” Joan fucked a lot. Joan got caught publicly fucking a man and sent a letter to the woman who saw them basically saying “I bet it excited you” and the woman was like you know what. It did. Joan was best friends with a gay man. Joan was an actually genuinely good actress even though people mocked her a lot for being like cheap and stupid (partially because she never finished school because her family was broke). Joan was so insane and so cool that’s all.
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animation for THE NEON VOIDD BABYYYY
this post is for @sugarpasteltmnt
‼️‼️MEGA YAPPING AHEAD PLEASE BEWARE‼️‼️
this might end up being really long and rambly and sappy but maybe not who knows.( it was) (and also featuring numerous spelling errors i am way too tired to fix and i am not re reading what i just wrote) SO. yknow how when chap idek..25(?) came out and i was all like “yeah so i made this animation for TNV and ill drop it when the fic ends” in your ask box? so. I FINISHED IT RAHHH. technically it has been finished since i sent that ask but ohhh my goodness did it need polishing. i haven’t animated in 4 years before that and omg it felt so good getting back into it but IDFK SOMETHING IS STILL NOT UP TO MY STANDARDS. i feel like i could have done so much more with it and i deffo wanted to but as soon as i told myself “oh yeah this is basically done” art block literally sucker punched me in the gut out of NOWHERE. I COULD NOT PICK UP MY I PAD. I COULD NOT DRAW. I WOULD STARE AT THE WIP ANIMATION AND BE UPSET BC I DDINT WANNA WORK ON IT AHH. that goes with saying. i kept having this thought in the back of my head “you need to finish it. you have a wip sitting. finish it. go do it. what are you doing are you STARTING ANOTHER PROJECT??? anddd yeah i got super distracted with other stuff and other projects and then i started spending my free time rewatching 2012 turtles and omg this summer has been a mess. i have all the free time in the world and i choose to be the least productive as possible with it even though i have a job that lets me literally sit on my phone and do whatever i want if no one is there. (i’ve brought my switch to work numerous times ☠️) what i was trying to get at is the fact that TNV has inspired a lot of the old me to come back and i lowk missed her. i really missed the point in all those words up there but im here now so whatever. BUT. TNV made me make a tumblr account, i got back in to animation AND digital art in general, got back into longfics that are ongoing, AND it also helped kickstart ideas for writing. i’ve got so many stories now!! you are such an inspirational person pastels i just- every time i read a new chapter of yours it made me wanna go get up and do something. i wanted to create something. because at the end of each chapter, i would think- “woah. a person out there just wrote this. they just sat down one day and committed. i wanna do that” so i did that. just huge thank you and shoutout to you pastel. like damn. idk no words from me here. just a bunch of platonic hugs and kisses and thankyouthankyouthsnkuou for this lovely heart wrenching but also sweet story. i love this fandom (tmnt) so SO much and i think it’s so awesome how interactive you are with your own personal NV fans. crazy how we’re all here because of a bunch of turtles.
STUFF ABOUT THE ANIMATION:
okay i really like to talk and if you let me, i will run my mouth. this is the internet so im gonna do just that. so more words for you to read 😁. AHEM. so like i stated before in the genuinely scary mess of words up there, i haven’t touched animation in a while, like, 4 years a while. yes i’ve done digital art here and there along the years, i haven’t been doing it nearly as much as i need to to use some programs to their full potential. layers are still confusing, and don’t even get me started on multiply and all that jazz. shading never comes out right on digital for me, i gotta work that one out. so, for this animation, i decided to go with a very rough style. nothing needed to be perfect, i just wanted to live my little life of trying to experiment with a bunch of different things all at once in one short animatic. I wanted to do that little ball bounce thing all animation artists start with (i kinda included that with the key). i also wanted to have a go at lip sync (no hate it was my first time) and also timing the animation with the music. i wanted to see how smoothly i could move a figure in and out of and out of the screen as well, which honestly, i think that part might be my favorite. i think i did a good job, and thats what matters. the animation itself lost a bunch of quality on importing it- no clue how it happened but now the ending is grainy af. ignore that pls lol- but it was sitting in my flipaclip for god, i dont even know, 3 months now? i kept going back and forth on if i wanted to share it or not, so im throwing it to the wolves and i guess whatrver happrns happens and im good with that. yay. im actually rrwlly tired now sooo *leaves this absolute pile of words with a video attached at your feet and stumbles away quickly*
also i’ve genuinely never posted anything so i’m learning how to use tumblr too ☠️
#rottmnt leo#rottmnt fanfiction#the neon void#neon void#rottmnt#animation#literally sos what are tags#is this like ao3 or something brother what do i do#PLEASR HELP#rise leo#fanimation#little goober guy#digital art#??? idk
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Plain Jane (Attribute Theft, BE, Altification)
She hated that her parents named her Jane. They didn't know they were signing her up for torture. They didn't know Jane Gray would grown into an exceptionally plain young woman, turning the name she grew up with since childhood into the perfect insult. Plain Jane. Even her nickname couldn't be unique.
The eighteen-year-old finished the gauntlet of social torment that was high school and she didn't see how college was going to be any better. With her dishwater brown hair, stick-like figure, lower-middle class upbringing, and total lack of style, Jane was overlooked at best and teased at worst.
There was a big senior bonfire at the beach for graduates to celebrate their last summer before going off to college and jobs, and for some reason, Jane let her friend Danielle drag her out for one last hurrah.
When she got to the beach, everyone was having fun and barely noticed her arrival. She went to find Dani, but before she could, her eye was drawn to a gold necklace nestled in the cool sand. It had three gold moon charms of different phases, each seemingly missing a stone that should be set in it.
Jane considered looking for the owner of the necklace, but everyone was too busy to give her the time of day anyway, right? Screw it, she deserved one nice thing tonight.
She fastened the necklace around her neck as Dani, one of her only friends at school, found her. She handed Jane a drink so they could reflect on graduation and look ahead to college, an experience Jane still wasn't optimistic about.
"You're being too hard on yourself, Jane. Besides, college is going to be the perfect time to reinvent yourself."
Everyone always said that. But that was easy for Dani to say; she never had a problem standing out. She grew out of a goth look and attitude over the years, but that just left her as some kind of alt rock goddess, with her dyed hair and a collection of tattoos Jane's parents never would have signed off on at such a young age. Even her style was full of bold blacks and vibrant neons that Jane just could never pull off.
Jane wished she could be half as exciting as Dani while Dani seemed drawn to stare at her friend's new accessory. "Woah, that's a really cool necklace. Is it... um... new?"
Dani looked dizzy, her eyes starting to glaze over. "Dani? Dan—woah." The sudden wave of dizziness passed on to Jane, but it wasn't the only thing.
She felt the ripple of goosebumps across her skin as art pieces etched themselves in ink, each tattoo flooding her head with memories of tattoo parlors and songs that inspired them. It wasn't the kind of music Jane listened to, except... well, it was, right? Her and Dani traded songs and bands, sneaking out to underground concerts throughout high school. Dani was even the one to dye Jane's hair a vibrant blue before graduation.
When the sudden wave of memories and pleasure associated with her tattoos subsided, Jane finally looked herself over, realizing she didn't imagine the change. She started to say something to Dani before looking her over again.
She had fewer tattoos and piercings; if Jane had to guess, she had lost about as many tattoos as Jane gained. What's more, her blue hair was now black with a few blue streaks. She was still gorgeous though, which was why Jane was dating her.
Wait. What?
Jane was always your typical straight girl, but that's not what her memories were telling her, and it certainly wasn't what her body thought. All those nights sneaking out weren't just to go to parties. Dani and Jane had their queer awakenings around the same time, and who better to explore that with then your punk rock bestie?
Dani finally came to, seemingly unaware of what changed or the features Jane... well, stole. Unintentionally, but that was absolutely what happened. "Want to get out of here and...?" Dani just grinned.
Jane felt the sudden warmth in her cheeks and... other places. "Yeah, let's—wait. Er, sorry, but not just yet. I... want to go around and talk to a few people first?"
Dani stared at her girlfriend blankly. "...You do?"
Jane laughed weakly, coming up with a lame excuse of wanting to end things on good terms before leaving her hometown in the Fall. Dani accepted the excuse with a kiss and left Jane alone to inspect her necklace.
As expected, this had to be involved somehow. The crescent moon charm had a new sapphire set in it, leaving her with two gemless moons. Assuming she knew what that meant now...
Jane wandered the periphery of the party, looking girls from her graduating class over. She felt a little guilty for what she took from Dani, but she didn't have the same apprehensions about the girls who spent the years ignoring her.
Eventually, she spotted Lily. Everyone knew she was a social butterfly and a huge flirt, and she had the look to back it up. She had the hips, she had the ass, and as every guy on the beach could tell you, she had a perfect pair of breasts. She even had a pretty face to match, proving fate played favorites.
But fate wasn't in charge tonight. "Hey Lily! Good luck next year. Got any plans?"
The redhead looked away from the two guys chatting her up, confused by the introvert's sudden friendliness. "Hey. Um, Jane, right? Thanks! I've got a job lined up, so... er... sorry, that's just a really nice... necklace?"
No one around them seemed to notice, but Lily and Jane were falling into the same daze she put Dani under before as their realities swapped a few key details around.
There was a sudden spark in Jane's heart. Something feisty. She was always an awkward, quiet kid, but that was all over. She was the one who made herself the life of the party wherever she went. She could feel it on her tongue; flirtation was like a second language Jane was fluent in.
Jane's beanpole figure filled out, her hips flaring to accommodate a new bubble butt. Her flat chest swelled, not quite to the perfectly shaped DDs Lily has... had, but to a size where she could feel them weighing on her chest. Lily was never actively antagonistic to Jane, so she was willing to leave her some gentle curves and some perky A cups.
But she did take all she could from that stunning face. Soft freckles, high cheek bones, full lips, and some fuck-me eyes that could make a man unload his wallet.
Which was what made Jane realize what else she took: the new job Lily had lined up. Jane's awkward, unimpressive body was now made to dance and show off, and that meant she was excited for the chance to strip her way through college for some spending money. She even stole Lily's stage name, Lulu. (It wasn't Lily at her most creative, but now it wasn't Lily's at all, so that was fine.)
Lily finally came to, finishing her inspection of the new ruby in Jane's half-moon charm. Her face was so bland now, like a stock character made to fill in the background of a video game. When Jane smiled and excused herself, Lily looked around, unsure of what to do now. The poor thing would acclimate to her new social anxiety in time, and in time, Jane would adjust to the guys who kept offering her drinks.
With one charm left, Jane had an idea of who she'd use it on, but the night was young. She spent some time dancing and teasing guys from her class, reveling in the attention she lacked in her old life. This was almost perfect.
But perfection was Melody Morgan.
"Jane? No fucking way. That can't be Plain Jane."
Interrupting Jane's dancing, a blonde in a teeny bikini glared at her. Melody was your classic rich bitch, with the best toys, the most popular boyfriend, and a pair of fake tits bought by daddy as a graduation gift to add on to her natural beauty. All those blessings and she still chose to spend the last four years tormenting Jane.
The guy Jane was dancing with, Melody's boyfriend, Tristan, looked at her in confusion. "Plain Jane? Are you feeling okay, babe?"
"Hush!" She pulled her fingers across her lips like a zipper, and Tristan's voice cut out like he was muted. "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but... HEY! You took my necklace!"
Jane blinked, realizing what had happened. The charm necklace was Melody's. And with it, there came the realization that Melody's nice things weren't blessings; they were magic.
The realization dawned on her: what if this wasn't the first time Melody used magic to steal the luster from other girls?
"You little twerp. I'm going to turn you into the toad you are, then I'll take my... my neck..."
Melody was so arrogant, she didn't realize she was staring into the charms, falling under the power of a very pissed off Jane.
There was an element of intent with stealing from people, Jane realized. She wanted half of what made Dani so bold. She wanted most of Lily's beauty and allure.
But she wanted everything from Melody. The bitch didn't deserve any of it.
She didn't focus on herself because she wanted to watch Melody. She watched her thighs thin out and her curves flatten. The luster of her blonde hair went dull. The tact Jane used with Lily was gone as every bit of tit the bitch had, real or synthetic, dissolved until Melody's chest was as flat as the rest of her.
Looks weren't all Melody didn't deserve. Memories started vanishing, from her honors classes to her active dating history to the witchy rituals her aunt taught her when she came of age. She looked around at the beach as all the faces became strangers to the witch who was once the most popular girl in her class.
Eventually, the plain, uneducated, outsider came to her senses, looking around only to realize everyone on the beach was acting like she didn't exist. The only person who seemed amused by her was an absolute goddess rocking tattoos and long, shiny blue hair.
The guy behind the bluette bombshell had his hands all over her, disregarding the stick-figure girl. "Who's this, babe?"
The blue-haired witch grinned wickedly, filled with the elitist attitude she stole from a top mean girl. She'd stolen her rival's body, mind, and boyfriend. Dani wasn't a stickler for monogamy, and really, didn't she deserve a boyfriend and a girlfriend?
But that wasn't the only thing she took from her former bully. "I don't know, Tristan. Hey bitch, what's your name?"
It took the mundane young woman a second to even remember. "Oh, um. Jane Morgan?"
That made Jane, now Melody laugh. "Oh, Plain Jane! I knew her once, but she just sort of fell off the face of the Earth. Glad to see you've been up to nothing interesting, but this is actually a closed party."
Melody Gray fiddled with her necklace, the full moon charm now adorned with a brilliant diamond to complete her set. It sat above an almost cartoonishly large chest. Maybe she went a bit overboard, but daddy promised her a boob job, and Melody loved when every guy and girl on the beach couldn't help but stare.
The queen bee of the beach sighed, officially done with Jane. She wasn't a bully anymore; she wasn't anything. She was insignificant, and that was enough for Melody. "Run off and do... well, who cares, right?"
Jane ran off with tears in her eyes, grappling with a sense of loss she couldn't quite explain as she ran off to her unremarkable life. Melody, meanwhile, reveled in her boyfriend groping her as her new memories as the popular it girl and richest witch in town replaced a much less interesting life she was happy to leave behind.
(Thank you to my Sugar Patrons for helping me with another fun poll of suggestions! There was a tie, so that means you get attribute theft AND altification! The model used goes by Riae! Find ways to support me as a Sugar Patron on my Discord!)
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How the batkids go about journaling
Jason: has very neat matching journals (like he always buys teh same red moleskin or whatever when the old one is close to running out) where he writes about events in his life. He either excludes Red Hood stuff or very very vaguely alludes to it in ways only he would understand. He also has a specific favorite type of pen he uses so it's all very uniform. As disciplined about writing as it is possible to be given his Red Hood schedule.
Steph: has a mismatched collection of journals (just notebooks she thought were cute) and mismatched collection of pens she uses. She mostly talks about her friends, school and writes little reminders to herself (replace a part on her scooter, buy a new mascara etc.)
Dick: just has a box full of pictures, receipts, birthday cards, notes from his friends, and ripped newspaper/magazine articles he found interesting. He just collects things with good memories attached to them and puts them in pretty little wooden boxes. So far he has 4-5 boxes that live in the back of his closet and he looks through them whenever he's feeling a little down.
Damian: has art journals. It's all just sketches with the date and an oocasional little note next to it (11/10/24, Drake being an imbecile. 20/09/23, Todd fixing his bike. etc.). He's very specific about the type of sketch book he likes so they all match nicely.
Tim: A certain type of notebook (he likes a certain kind) that's full of indecipherable case notes, scraps of relevant documents/articles/photos and research about his special interests but has the odd 'dairy-style' note in the corner (20/11/24 Steph bought me mango hand cream, very nice. 02/03/24 Bernard listening to Bats of Gotham podcast again, will have to monitor. )
Duke: Ends up with fat little journals with diary entries and pictures/receipts/notes/junk he stuck in it. He uses a code (it isn't very logical) that not even Tim can make sense of to allude to vigilante stuff. He only writes every few weeks but when he does write he likes to catch up on everything so the entries are quite long.
Cass: Likes to magpie bits and pieces from the rest of her family for her journal, doesn't write much, but makes quite disciplined, regular entries using things like pictures Tim takes, notes Dick has left around the manor, doodles Damian has made and forgotten about, cards/notes Duke has given her, quotes/bad poetry Jason has scribbled down on scraps of paper when he's bored or has been using as a bookmark and forgets about.
#batman#dc#bruce wayne#jason todd#red hood#robin#damian wayne#duke thomas#signal#tim drake#red robin#dick grayson#nightwing#stephanie brown#spoiler#cassandra cain#batgirl#orphan#black bat
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Fluff 49 is someone jealous
Mei (could be taken as platonic, romantic, or QPR, hell it could be dark)
while I'm not sure if Eastern dragons display hording/possessive tendencies like there western counterparts. But I wanna think Mei due to her dragon instincts gets somewhat possessive over things and people she highly values. From objects like her bikes, and stuffed animal collection to living people like her parents, pigsy and tang who may of been like second parents to her at this point and of course her best friend for eternity MK.
So when red son joins there friend group shes happy at first when him and mk start getting on surprising well. But starts to grow jealous when redson starts cutting into her personal time with mk. Heck at times she feels like he's deliberately trying to hog mks attention.
As much as she loves red she feels the need to assert some boundaries, and remind him or even both of the boys who was here first.
Long Xiaojiao felt sometimes that there was a great big fat divide between her and Qi Xiaotian sometimes.
It wasn't a divide that couldn't be crossed. But it was there. Between her and Red dealing with the Samadhi fire and Xiaotian dealing with the whole "Harbinger of Chaos" stuff with Wukong, there was stuff that they couldn't share because the other wouldn't understand. It sucked, but there was still things to talk about. Especially when Red started tagging along!
Red, like she thought, was a great friend when he finally relaxed a bit. He knew cool demon spots to hang out with and could rattle for hours about different topics. He was fascinating. Xiaojiao's favorite hangout was when he led her and Xiaotian to a secret demon fighting ring and they spent most of the day placing bets (with food) on fighters. Then someone got the bright idea to challenge her to a fight and Xiaojiao enjoyed watching Xiaotian's eyes darken with desire as she fought the guy barehanded.
Xiaotian was her best friend. Hers since the day they met at the park, playing in the mud. Red was also hers, although the desire to hoard him was much less due to the new nature of their friendship. They were happy, all three of them.
And then Red tried to make that divide wider.
At first, she didn't notice. She had been delighted when Red suddenly had a free night on Saturday night, an old tradition of hers and Xiaotian where they had a movie marathon. It was nice to have something that was just them even in the craziness of their lives now. She thought it would only be once.
Except "one free Saturday night" became "every Saturday night was free". It wasn't a problem, not at first.
Not until she looked over to realize that Red had wrapped an arm around Xiaotian to cuddle close and realization struck her like a fist on weird behavior she had noticed from Red. The ability to remember Xiaotian's favorites, the insistence on sitting next to him, oh my gods all the touching.
She loved Red, really. But she loved Xiaotian more.
Her breaking point came when they were at a bar, drinking in congrats for Xiaotian's webcomic finally being published. Of course, most people would be interested because it was the Monkie Kid writing it, but Xiaojiao knew his art style and storytelling would win.
Red leaned close, smiling at Xiaotian like pure sin. "So, Noodle Boy..." The nickname was sweet as sugar, no longer containing a disgusting note. "I had to notice some things about the love interest. They mentioned knowing how they kissed. Unfortunately, I don't think I've won something like that from you before..."
"Oh," Xiaojiao said before Xiaotian could answer. "It's because of this." She patted her lap and Xiaotian stood up, a sweet smile forming across his face. Red raised a brow and then his hair floomed into flames as Xiaotian straddled her, the motion easy.
"Hey," her best friend cooed.
"Hey," she cooed back, her fingers settling in their favorite spots before Xiaotian leaned down and kissed her.
For a few glorious moments, it was just him and her. She didn't need to steal him or lock him away. He gave himself to her, his best friend in the whole world, willingly.
Finally, though, air had the nasty need of being needed and Xiaojiao pulled away. Xiaotian instead settled his chin on her shoulder, sighing contently.
Red stared at them with wide eyes. Then his eyes narrowed.
It was a secret challenge. Xiaojiao answered it back.
(Xiaotian hid his smile in his best friend's shoulder. Hopefully, she and Red got the worst of the instinctual possessiveness out of their systems before his preparations were done.
He intended for them both to be his.)
#Stars Answers#LMK#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#Long Xiaojiao#Red Son#Qi Xiaotian#Goldendragon#Goldendragonshipping#Spicynoodles#Spicynoodleshipping#Chimera#Chimerashipping#my writing#prompt fill#prompt fic
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POV for the no excuses writing meme, please 👀 (i love this game so much!)
a bit of context: this is for my lesbingqiu wip inspired by that "can yuo put that out on me" tweet! the wip is from binghe's pov, so here's shen yuan instead. she strikes me as the kind of person to think being thirty makes her old (it does not lol)
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Shen Yuan wasn't sure why Shang Qinghua had insisted on dragging her out drinking if she was just going to abandon her at the first sight of her situationship across the bar. She didn't care if Shang Qinghua insisted she needed to go out more! She had work to do! Never mind that her "work" these days mostly amounted to opening her dissertation document, glaring at it for an hour, and then closing it again. She was simply getting too old to go out drinking. She was thirty now; she might as well join a knitting circle if Qinghua was that worried about her social life.
She continued grumbling to herself as she lit her cigarette. It was much quieter outside the bar, though she could still feel the music thumping through the wall behind her. She would give Shang Qinghua another five or ten minutes to prove she hadn't completely forgotten about her, just long enough to take a smoke break, and then she'd leave. She could go home, change into her pyjamas, and spend the evening working through her reading list like she'd originally intended.
Her plans were interrupted by a sudden spike in the bar's volume as someone opened the door and stumbled out into the alley beside her. Shen Yuan nearly dropped her cigarette as she was suddenly confronted by the most absurdly beautiful woman she'd ever seen.
She wondered deliriously for a moment whether there had been a modelling event that she didn't know about, because there was no other explanation for a woman this gorgeous being loose in the wild. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and she had the kind of artful curls that Shen Yuan thought only existed in professionally styled wigs. Her bone structure was fine, and her skin was perfect. Seriously, was Shen Yuan hallucinating?!
The woman was also, Shen Yuan realized, extremely drunk. She stumbled over her high heels, reaching out to support herself on the wall with a groan. Shen Yuan's hands itched to reach out and support her, but she resisted the impulse.
"Are you alright?" she asked instead. The woman looked up, startled, eyes wide as if she hadn't realized Shen Yuan was there. Absolutely no way those eyelashes were real. They had to be falsies.
The woman made a slightly incoherent noise, and Shen Yuan frowned. How drunk was she? She then abruptly stood up straighter, though she was clearly still supporting herself on the wall.
"I'm fine," she said, surprising Shen Yuan with a low, smooth voice like honey. "I just needed some fresh air."
Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. Poor thing. "Drink a little too much?"
The other woman's lips pursed in a pout. "My friend ordered shots," she explained.
And then just let her wander off?! Shen Yuan would like a word with this friend of hers. "You should be careful with those," she cautioned. "They can get you drunk very fast."
The woman nodded with the earnestness of an eager student. "Jiejie is very wise."
Oh, she was far too cute. Is this what people were referring to when they talked about blessed interactions between drunk girls at a bar? Never mind that Shen Yuan was hardly buzzed herself. She wanted to pat this girl's head and give her more wisdom, even if this wasn't really her area of expertise.
"Would jiejie keep me company while I sober up?" asked the other woman, her speech slightly slurred and her dark eyes pleading. As if Shen Yuan could say no to eyes like that!
"Of course." Shen Yuan nodded. It was her responsibility, after all! A code of sisterhood, to look out for drunk girls! "What's your name?"
"Luo Binghe." She found a more comfortable position leaning against the wall, resulting in her curls spilling over her chest. Shen Yuan foolishly tracked the motion, then forced her eyes back up to Luo Binghe's face. Aiyah! That dress really left very little to the imagination! Wasn't she cold?! Should Shen Yuan offer her jacket? "What should I call jiejie?"
"Shen Yuan." She lifted her cigarette to her lips and took another drag in the hopes that it would make Luo Binghe's appearance less distracting. Luo Binghe was staring at her with an intensity that made her want to squirm. "Are you here for some special occasion?"
Luo Binghe just continued to stare at her for a while. Poor thing, she really must be drunk. Shen Yuan knew how slowly she processed things when she was drunk. She could be patient with the girl. "My friends wanted to celebrate me starting graduate school," Luo Binghe eventually explained. Her pretty features pulled in a slight frown. "I think it's just an excuse for them to get drunk."
Shen Yuan chuckled at the petulance on Luo Binghe's face. "Maybe, but that’s a worthy thing to celebrate. Congratulations on starting grad school."
"Thank you, Shen-jie." Luo Binghe's expression softened into a smile again, still laser-focused on Shen Yuan's face.
Shen Yuan took a moment to look Luo Binghe over again. Grad school, huh? Shen Yuan struggled to believe that, but she couldn't see why Luo Binghe would lie. It's just, Shen Yuan was in graduate school, and she felt horribly outclassed by the girl in front of her. With looks like hers, she could easily become an idol or something! She didn't deserve to waste away in academia like Shen Yuan, though she admired Luo Binghe's academic drive. And so young, too...
"You seem awfully young for grad school," Shen Yuan said. It could be that she just took good care of herself, but she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd said she was still an undergrad. "How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-five," Luo Binghe said.
"Twenty-five," Shen Yuan repeated. Twenty-five! And she was here, talking to thirty year old Shen Yuan outside a bar. Shen Yuan's earlier impression was right; this really was not the scene for her. "I think I’m officially too old for this bar. People will think I’m a creep if I keep coming around here." She took another drag from her cigarette, feeling morose over her age. "When I graduated high school, you would’ve been thirteen. Isn’t that weird?"
It had seemed like Luo Binghe was sobering up, but she suddenly wobbled on her heels. She was staring intensely at the cigarette in Shen Yuan's hand. "Can you put that out on me?" she slurred.
Shen Yuan's heart rate spiked. Ah! How could she be so oblivious? What kind of helpful jiejie was she if she was blowing smoke in Luo Binghe's direction?! "Oh! I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay to smoke near you. I’ll put it out." She quickly ground it out on the wall. Luo Binghe made a pitiful noise of complaint, but that's okay, Shen Yuan had this handled now! No more smoke when Luo Binghe had specifically wanted to get fresh air!
"I know it’s a bad habit," Shen Yuan attempted to make an excuse for herself, her fingers itching with nervous energy. "It gives me something to do with my mouth and hands. I guess I should get a fidget cube or something less bad for me, but…" She trailed off with an awkward laugh.
Luo Binghe's eyes were still wide and slightly wet, fixated on her hands. Poor thing, the smoke must've made her eyes water. She opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by the door to the bar opening with a slam.
"Bing-jie!" A girl burst out of the bar, covered in jangling jewellery and not much in the way of actual clothing. She latched onto Luo Binghe's arm, speaking way too loudly to be sober. "You left your Ling-er all alone in the bar!"
Luo Binghe's expression immediately soured, but based on the way she didn't shove the other girl away, it was clear she knew her. Ah, Shen Yuan realized. This must be the friend who'd ordered the shots. Well, she'd just been planning to keep an eye on Luo Binghe until she sobered up or a friend joined her, and here was the friend. Her company was no longer needed here.
"I should probably get going," Shen Yuan said, giving Luo Binghe a soft smile. She had been scowling at her friend, but when she looked back up at Shen Yuan, her eyes were wide and puppyish again. "Get home safe, okay?"
Luo Binghe nodded, once again reminding her of an earnest student. "I will, Shen-jie."
Shen Yuan waved and left the alleyway. She sighed and pulled out her phone to call a cab. Shang Qinghua could find her own way home. Serves her right.
Still, the night wasn't a complete wash. Even as she made her way home, her thoughts drifted back to Luo Binghe. Did she get home alright? Was she drinking enough water? Would she be too hungover in the morning? A girl that pretty and that drunk could be a real target for unsavory people. Shen Yuan didn't doubt that she could handle herself -- those arms of hers were impressive -- but she couldn't help but worry.
Ah, well. Worrying wouldn't do her any good. It's not like they'd ever see each other again.
She put thoughts of Luo Binghe aside and decided to put her energy towards preparing orientation for her department's incoming graduate students.
#svsss#lesbingqiu#luo binghe#shen yuan#lesbingyuan#bingqiu#bingyuan#my writing#this ended up much longer than i planned so it's getting all the tags!#here's 1500 words of shen yuan not realizing she's gay#this scene was originally written from lbh's perspective#which imo is VERY funny because she's extremely drunk and extremely distracted by shen yuan's mouth and hands#happens to the best of us. i understand you bingbing#i kinda stalled out on the more complete version of this fic that i'd been working on bc the pacing was getting weird#but i'd be willing to post binghe's pov of this scene if people are curious!#i'd post it just as a oneshot here on tumblr not on ao3#asks#belovedstill
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Okay okay soooooo this is my request. You totally do not have to but I thought it was cute. So Harry is himself and YN is a teacher at an art teacher at a school and he comes to visit them and the kids react to them being a relationship with himmmmm👀
Also I love your writing and I think you’re amazing❤️❤️
Idk about art that much. But music counts as art as well. Hope you don't mind.
Lunch Time
Synopsis: One where YN's students are shocked to see her husband (WC 1365)
More of my work
"Oh my god! Ms. YLN, Harry Styles literally has the same jumper as you!" Mary, one of YN's students exclaimed as soon as she walked in.
"Oh my— that's literally the same thing!" John, the other one from the very corner of the classroom.
YN was a highschool Music teacher, she was a big part of the art department of her school. All students loved her for some reason she never can pin point.
Today she wore one of her husband's jumper, a old brown one with green designs on the hem and the above the cuffs of the sleeves. When she originally picked it out of her husband's side of the closet she never thought it was something he wore in public where he was pictured.
She's been having symptoms of common flu lately after she visited her mum who had flu as well. Her husband being away on a tour from past six weeks. Though he's returning home later today she still felt the meed to put on one of his jumpers. They are soft, they're warm and they smell like him even though they've been washed.
She could not take few days off as she had already taken all her paid leaves to go see her husband at his Manchester shows. She needed that money to pay off her students loans.
YN never in a million years thought her students, who are bery obviously her husband's hardcore fans to recognise his clothes. It wasn't her first time wearing his clothes to work, that's all she wears om days she doesn't feel like dressing up.
"Oh thank you Mary, it's a gift." YN said. "Okay class settle down now." She began with her class her music history lessons. Taking a small five minutes break to go bring her water bottle she forgot at her office like an idiot.
Just as was about to leave her office, she got a text from her husband. He was coming home early when she told him a yesterday that she was starting to feel sick. He'd seen her be sick just once and it was just awful. He took the first flight home immediately after his show last night from France, which was very late in his opinion.
Mister⭐
- Hiya my love.
- I just landed in London
- Will bring your fave lunch today and we can go see a doctor.
- I love you so much! xx
It warmed her heart to see that. She sent him her lunch time.
- Yes, please.
- I'll ask later if I can take rest of the day off.
Mister⭐
- Yeah, do that baby.
- See you soon!
YN went back to her class but dismissed them early to move onto her next class with her headache boring holes into her skull from inside out. Again she had her students pointing out her jumper.
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"How is Mrs. Styles doing?" Harry asked as soon as he stepped into her office with a bag of food from her favourite place, he carefully placed it on her desk.
It had been over a good six months of them getting married and he's still obsessed with her calling that name, especially since she had been so adamant about wanting to take up his last name. He's smitten like a little baby kitten.
"I took a painkiller for my headache but I think I still need to sleep on it." She explained, getting up from her chair and metting him halfway around her desk to take upto his welcoming hug.
"Yeah? We'll go home soon, okay?" He caressed her hair feeling her shake her head in agreement to him. "Gimme a kiss before we eat and I take you to go see doctor."
"I'm sick, don't want you to get sick." She lifted her head up to look at him.
"I literally won't get sick." He counter and got his kiss, smearing his lips onto her.
"We can actually go now, I already talked about taking a sick leave for the rest of the day and tomorrow." She shared.
"We can eat first, I know you skipped your breakfast." He made her sit down and eat as he talked about the shows she misses, which were all of them except for the London and Manchester shows. About the One Direction shirts someone threw at him which he brought with him, the other one he saved for her. Just as she was about say something, there was a knock on her door.
"Ms. YLN do you mind if I come in?" It was Mary, from the class earlier.
YN's head shot to look at her husband who looked completely unphased chowing down his noodles with his best chopsticks using abilities.
"What?" He shrugged.
"She's your fan!" She whispered. Having him caught off guard.
"Go on, I don't mind." Was his answer to her surprise.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Come in, Mary." YN called but not before taking another glance at Harry.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt your lunch time, Ms. YLN, I needed help with this assignment that—" the girl with blue dyed hair was completely froze to surprise seeing someone at her professor's office she never could have expected. "Oh my god!"
Harry actually chuckled earning a glance from his wife though he had his shy kode switched on there, "What do you need help with, Mary?"
"I, uhhh... I actually forgot..." She stuttered looking back and forth between the couple, printed notes in her hands, "this, this assignment— I'll come in tomorrow."
"No it's alright, I'm taking a day off tomorrow." YN shared, "don't want your assignment to be delayed."
"Oh— okay." She gulped nervously.
YN went back to her chair behind the desk and had her students doubts cleared up. Though it took her long time to realise she probably did not get a thing.
"Email me your doubts, I'll and refer to the sites I recommended." YN said, writing down a couple of referrals for online sites. "It's okay, you can talk to him."
"Oh my god, Harry! I'm such a huge fan!" Mary bursted out pointing at her Fine Line hoodie.
"Thank you so much." Harry smiled shyly.
"Can, can I ask for a picture?" Mary asked but regretted it as soon as she spoke.
"Actually do you mind if we don't? I can write you up a note." Harry suggested instead.
"That's totally fine! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She freaked out.
"It's alright." Harry assured her. YN smiled and handed him a pen and her sticky note pad. Harry scribbled a sweet note for the girl and signed it for her. "Thank you."
"No, thank you so much." Mary smiled accepting the note Harry gabe her.
"Mary, please don't tell anyone just yet about this if you can." Harry spoke. "Maybe wait for a few days.
"Yeah, no I won't. I really won't." The girl was freaking out, she waved at him before leaving.
"She won't tell anyone Harry, don't worry." YN assured him getting back on her previous seat next to him.
"You think so?"
"I know so." She affirmed, "I've known her for quite a long time now. She's one of the nicest students I have."
"I'm gonna take your word on that." He smiled.
"Oh, and I got my new professor's ID today." YN reached for the ID kept on her desk face down. It had her name changed on her to Prof. YN Styles which had Harry smirking.
"Still won't be able to fathom we're actually married!" His cheek muscles ached from smiling so much in the moment seeing the ID card.
"Neither can I." She chuckled.
They'd known each other for only a year when he proposed and they got married a few months later. It wasn't rushed. But it was still surreal.
Harry was still anxious about Mary trying to post about their little interactions but she didn't. Harry never saw anything on the internet about them. He was relieved to say the least.
YN students liked her enough to not talk shit about her. Plus they needed their good grades to pass out of school.
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Alejandro x F!Reader
“You’re in for a long night”
Wrote for the #amoraalejandro challenge. First time actually doing something like this! Challenge by @glitterypirateduck
Warnings: Some NSFW towards the end, anxiety, body image issues. insecurity, bullying, hyperfemininity, trad wife ideation
Another after successful mission the Los Vaquero gathered at the base. Bottles and beers in every hand. You sat quietly at the table while your friend who was quite the people person gathered a crowd around her while she shared stories.
Things had been odd between your best friend and you. She was on the same Los vaquero task team as you. She started getting snippy and distant towards you. Criticizing your appearance, how you spoke. It never seemed to end. Your best friend you met on the school playground started feeling like a stranger. And here she was infront of a group of soldiers telling one of your most guarded secrets. You never thought your friendship would end like this.
“I mean look at her she can’t even get a boyfriend because she’s so anxious and awkward” she said turning and laughing at you. All the soldiers joined in the laughter. It was horrifying.
Your heartbeat was starting to drown out the laughter and voices. Your throat felt like it was closing in. Tears started pricking your eyes as you scanned the room looking for the exit. And the one man you didn’t want to hear the things she said stood shocked behind you. Alejandro. You both made eye contact but you quickly ripped your eyes away and speeded out the door.
You could hear Alejandro call after you but every fiber of your being was telling you to run. Run from her, run from them, run from the anxiety of not being good enough for someone, run from him.
Unsure of how long you’d been walking your subconscious led you to a place you considered peaceful. You found yourself at the old fountain in the town square. A marvelous sculpture of a man on this knees clinging to a beautiful woman. Her hand lying on his cheek. You never understood why people appreciate art so much until the day you seen it.
To be loved by a man was something you always desired. But for a mans love to no longer be just love, but pure devotion. For another soul to long for yours. That was more beautiful than all the roses in the world. But it’s something you know isn’t in the books for you.
You didn’t have the traditional beauty. No long blonde hair, no toned supermodel legs, breasts that you didn’t think complimented your figure. You had a unique style that few would appreciate without judgment.
You tried many times to gain the attention of men you admired but you never seemed to be what they wanted. Until one day your trusted captain told you the hardest truth you’d ever hear.
“The men you had even been interested in seen you as one of them, a man. You are your mother’s least favorite daughter and your father’s strongest son. You’re a kind person with a heart of gold and deserve the world, but most men are to ignorant to past the job. Weak minded men can’t handle a strong woman such as yourself. But don’t give up little one, there’s a man that will appreciate all these things about you. He just hasn’t found you yet.”
It was true. Nobody ever wanted to see the woman that laid behind the bulletproof vest and gun. Femininity wasn’t going to win wars so through the years the girl in sundresses and lipstick slowly disappeared much to your dismay. You couldn’t shake the feeling of looking at a stranger in the mirror. The woman who looked back at you was someone else, a woman who lost herself trying to prove she was enough.
You sat on the edge of the fountain looking at all the coins lying at the bottom of the water gracefully reflecting the light from the full moon. The few wind chimes hung around the square gently chimed while the peaceful water flowed at the fountain. It was the most peace you’d had to yourself in the years since joining Los Vaqueros.
After a while the anxiety subsided and the tears had dried. But the familiar feeling of emptiness remained. And the new feeling of betrayal of someone who you considered family. It stung knowing how easy it was for her to turn your secrets into late night entertainment for others. And in front of a man you deeply admired and had feelings for.
That brief moment your eyes locked before you ran out felt like forever. He looked shocked, disgusted even. You could only imagine what his opinion of you was like now.
You never talked to your friend about Alejandro, she would have told you he was a pipe dream. Someone like yourself could never charm a man like him. He always had women swooning over him. Who wouldn’t go after a tall, dark, handsome, funny man. Oly enough what attracted you the most about him was his ability a dominant leader who seen his men not as soldiers but as family. Rough callous hands that you’d dream about holding you tight.
You spent many late nights talking with him about everything under sun. He didn’t just listen, but he remembered things about you. How you make your coffee, your favorite flowers. But you know you’ll never belong to him.
“You didn’t deserve that” Alejandro’s voice pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Alejandro… what are you doing here”
“Well someone important to me was being embarrassed by a friend, had to go looking for her because she wasn’t in her normal hiding spots so I got worried. I don’t like seeing her upset. Looks like I found her though.”
“You really didn’t have to come after me, you should be back there celebrating with the others.”
“Not when I know your hurting mi ángel”
“Can’t say anything she said was a lie though. I trusted her with all of my secrets, even though I’m done with our friendship I’ll still never tell hers.”
“You truly are a beautiful soul amor”
“What do you mean?”
“Most people would be quick for revenge. Even after she clearly hurt you, you chose to keep her secrets. Because you know what it’s like to hurt.” He sat down next to you. You felt small next to him, and your senses were filled with the sent of his cologne. It was comforting though, but you knew you couldn’t get close to him. Don’t let what could be break your heart.
“It’s a weird feeling though, when I lost my family to the cartel I only had her. Never thought my only friend, my family, would do that to me.” A deep sigh left your chest as you stared down at your hands.
Unknowingly to you Alejandro was looking down at you with eyes that would make a woman weak. He hated that everyone isolated you. How could they? And how dare that bitch for making you cry. Few things on this earth could make his heart break, the way seeing you upset made him feel almost helpless.
“She doesn’t look at you like a friend. Whoever she was to you before, I don’t think that girl is there anymore. Behind your back she’s jealous of you. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve had her captain reprimand her for her behavior.”
“Really?” Had he really been seeing how your friendship had changed?
“Si, last month Rudy caught her using your pin to unlock the ammunition room. Last week she put bleach in the washer thinking it was your clothes, they were mine though. She tried telling me you had been selling secrets, of course I didn’t believe her. There’s something about you that she can’t become herself, so she’s been trying her hardest to keep you down.”
“I don’t see how she could be jealous of me. I mean she’s everything that I can’t seem to be”
“What you mean” you look up at him almost confused. His eyes look lost in your words, like there’s something about you that you can’t see.
“She’s attractive, always has guys falling at her feet. Confidence like no other. And everyone loves her. But me… I put on this uniform and I’m unrecognizable to myself. I’m not attractive. I can’t talk to a man to save my life, and I’m not confident enough to do anything about it.“
“You’re talking to me, no?” He playfully leaned against you, a stubble nudge.
“Oh Alejandro” you giggle looking up at him. He was smiling down at you making you blush and look back down at your hands.
“You know… the first time I saw you… you had on a long sundress that looked beautiful against your skin. Your hair was perfectly done and your lips a shade of pink that made your eyes shine. You were helping an old lady carry her groceries home because her cart broke. I so badly wanted to introduce myself to you. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But we were tailing a possible suspect and I couldn’t leave my men.”
“Ale-“
“Since that day I regretted not introducing myself. Then a month or so later Rudy introduces you as our newest recruit. So shy and sweet. Still as beautiful as the first time I seen you. And every day since you find new ways to make me love you. You’re so strong and skillful, most men train a lifetime to be as good as you. You are always the first to check on someone and the last one to leave. Are you a typical soldier? No. But you are every man’s dream.”
Your cheeks felt burning hot despite the dropping temperature. Suddenly every detail of your appearance felt overwhelming and wrong. There was no way the man that you’ve been secretly in love with is speaking about you like this. Maybe this was all a dream. A lovely but impossible dream.
“I don’t think I’m any man’s dream. Everyone sees me as if I’m a man. I can’t even count the times I’ve been rejected. All men ever see is the girl with the gun. Not the girl that would rather be in a dress and tending to flowers in a garden, a house with a porch swing, cooking dinners and chasing after a kid.”
Alejandro stands up and offers you a hand. You put your delicate hand in his and are standing face to face with him. His eyes shined with a look that nobody had ever looked at you with before. What is admiration? Love? Attraction? Pity?
“I think there’s someone that wants you to have all of that. The garden, the kids, the house. But he’s just been too afraid of saying something.” His hands held your small hands in his. Bringing them up for a kiss.
“Oh Alejandro don’t give a hopeless romantic like me hope like that” you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes that he always tried to bring out.
“I can give you everything you’ll ever desire. Princesa, I have loved you from the moment i first seen you. I’m sorry it’s took me this long to tell you.” His tone was serious but soft. Everything he wanted was in front of him it was now or never.
“You… love me?” Your voice could barely escape past your lips. He had stolen the breath out from your chest.
“Si” if Alejandro could see his own face he’d smack himself for looking like such a smiling dork.
“But what if I’m not-“
“Do I need to prove my love, my devotion to you mi amor? I will do anything you ask me to.”
There’s that word. Devotion. For a man to say he loves you is almost as easy as lying. But for a man to admit devotion is different. A willingness to walk eternity on thorns barefoot, to burn at the stake, to carve your name into his chest. Devotion.
Alejandro could see the see the hesitation in your eyes. He didn’t want you to have to question his intentions, or yourself. When you looked back up at him there was a glimmer of hope and passion in your eyes, love.
“What if I do this”
His lips kissed yours softly as if asking if it was okay. You leaned into the kiss feeling all your worries melt away. Without realizing your hand made its way to his neck gently. A quiet mix between a moan and grunt rumbled from his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist pulling your bodies flush against each other. His other hand cradling the nape of your neck. Once you both had you fill you separate lips but still cling together in each others warm embrace.
“te amo princesa” his voice deep in desire said to you. His thumb caressing your cheek.
“Te amo Alejandro” your heart was beating so fast your words almost stuttered.
“How does staying the night with me sound? I mean, I know everyone back on the base is probably plastered. And I promise I can make a good breakfast. And I’m sure you’ll enjoy the view.”
“Oh trust me, I’ll enjoy the view wherever we’re at.” Your voice was more seductive than you realized when you took a good look at him up and down.
Alejandro was surprised by your reply, not expecting you be so forward considering your usual shy demeanor. But it made him blush bright red and made his skin hot. And your voice like silk wrapped around his mind. His self control was surely being tested. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip your clothes off and claim you as his. To leave love bites along your neck, chest, and thighs. To hear you cry out his name like a prayer as you come undone over and over for him before he even thinks about his own release. And for any man that glances at you to know you’re worshiped and adored. He finally had you, pure perfection. But he didn’t want to rush and scare you away by trying to immediately bed you.
“princesa you have no clue what your words can do to a man.”
“What I was just stating the obvious Alejandro. And to actually answer your question going to your place sounds great.”
After a short walk to his vehicle you arrived at a home just on the outskirts of town overlooking the lights of the city. Alejandro wasn’t wrong about the view, it was beautiful and peaceful. But your mind kept racing back to the feeling of his hand resting on your thigh the ride home. His cologne, the way his shirt collar showed just enough of his chest. You could feel your panties clinging to the slickness of your heat. By the time you both made it through the front door desire took control of both of your bodies.
The Colonel picked you up by the waist, bringing you up against his muscular chest while your legs wrapped wound his hips. “My love” he whispered into your ear as his hands run up your sides, bringing you closer to him. His lips brushing and sucking against your neck peppering toe curling kisses down to your collar bone. His hands made quick work of removing your shirt but leaving on your lace bra.
You couldn’t control the soft moans escaping your lips. Being kissed had never felt so… euphoric.
Alejandro’s hands trail down your back, resting on your hips. “Oh, you like that…” he whispers, his voice deep and husky. He lips showed much needed attention to the other side of your neck, his hands back up, until they rested on your breasts giving them a gentle squeeze.
“You’re such a tease Ale” you gasped out as his sucked down on the spot your back arched at when he passed over moments ago. Showing it extra attention since you liked it so much.
“Please Alejandro”
Alejandro laughs. “Please what? Your words are so sweet... it makes me want hear you beg” He stands tall again looking down at you. “Use your words princesa”
“You know what I want” your lips came up to kiss him but he pulls back just enough that they just barely brush against each other. His large hands undoing your belt and pants pulling them off you.
“That’s still not what I need to hear princesa” You could see the amount of restraint and control he had over himself even though deep down he was losing his mind over the sight of you in just your matching bra and panties.
“Make me yours Alejandro, make all of me yours” you fingers locked into his belt loops pulling his hips in closer into your spread legs.
“As you wish. But I’m not rushing this amor, I’ve waited too long to get to worship you and I’m going to take my time doing so” his voice was raspy with lust. He grabs the back of your head with his hands, running his fingers through your hair. It sends shivers all through you and you pull back slightly, catching your breath, “you looks so perfect in my hands” Alejandro chuckles warmly.
“Take me to bed Ale and fuck me… please”
“Oh mi vida,” Alejandro walks into a bedroom carrying you to a king size bed with silk sheets in the middle. The window casting the moonlight into the room wasn’t enough for him to be able to see every inch of your perfect body. He carries you over to the bed setting you down. He turned over and switched on the bedside lamp. Layed out perfectly on his bed in just your lace lingerie softly caressed by the soft light. The most precious woman he’d ever met was his now, and he is yours. “You’re so beautiful mi amor” his voice dripped desire while his eyes reflected passion and love.
He took off his button up shirt throwing it on the ground. You laid up at pillows propped up on your elbows, watching him at the foot of the bed. You bit your lip finally getting to see his strong arms and shoulders with his bare chest.
“See something you like” his voice ripped you out of your gaze.
“Something I like, something I want” you flirted back. He got onto the bed staying in between your legs. His lips started kissing your inner calf tickling the skin as he brought your leg up to rest on his shoulder. Kissing by your knee he made way up to your thighs leaving kisses and love bites.
He give your thighs one last kiss before he laid down on his stomach with one of your legs still over his shoulder. Your heart beating out of your chest seeing him like this, so close to the most intimate part of you. His lips just close enough to brush over your pantie cover cunt.
“You’re in for a long night mi amor”
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Diabolik lovers headcanons pt. 4
Hi! After that huge response my other post got, I decided to write more/be more active on here. I really enjoy writing my thoughts on just about anything regarding dl out and it makes me happy that so many people liked my post!
Although that big of a response was quite a shock. Seemed that I did not, in fact, yell into the void that time :).
Though I am not sure if that post did anything different, I'll continue posting on here no matter how big the response is. If I can make even one person happy with those posts, (including me) I'll keep on writing those silly headcanons of vampires that do not exist. :)
I am going to focus more on the mukamis and Yui in this post since the last one was almost only the Sakamakis.
⚠anything triggering will be marked like this: ❗trigger❗
⚠I am going to briefly discuss childhood trauma and depression.
As always, I'll try to stay at least a little bit true to the source material.
Asks are always appreciated!
This time, I rambled quite a bit about Azusa ':)
headcanons under the cut⬇
Firstly, Yui. Our dear heroine who deserves just about everything!
Really good at dancing those old, classical ballroom dances. She had a few lessons by Ayato (who spent the entire time giving his best not stomping on Yui's feet) and Reiji (whose lesson was the most horrifying experience she had ever had)
After those lessons, she refined her skills. Ayato is quite a good dancer, so she had someone to practice with.
Her best dances are waltz and rumba
Ayato is literally not physically able to stop watching her when dancing together. Never has he seen someone that beautiful (I stand by Ayato being totally besottet by Yui)
Her style is so coquetteish, old fairy tale princess, etherial soul, cottage core - genuinely dresses like a pinterest board
Really fcking pretty??? I don't get why the boys humble her all the time
Immune to pretty boys/play boys. She has seen it all.
really adores bunnies. Lionheads? She'd like a dozen of them.
Had at one point a guinea pig. It died and her father buried it and told her that a fairy had taken it to be her loyal companion. Yui believed it until she was like 16 years.
Her hair has those light curls and feels like the softest thing ever
The clasp in her hair is not the only flowery hair adornment she has, Yui loves to wear different clasps on special occasions
Definitely got gifted a hair pin with rose details from Subaru at one point
Best friends with Subaru. They like to spend quality time caring for his flowers and Yui is allowed to brush his hair on tare occasions.
Shu tried to teach her the violin once and she was horrible at it (but flute was her thing)
Has those shirts with horribly kitsch prints on them but no one says anything to her because she loves them so much
She has thought a lot about her faith since being with the Sakamakis. Read a lot about her god and the different religions.
Has though about studying theology and psychology in University
collects squishmallows
wears those light perfumes that smell like vanilla and flowers occasionally
Everyone turns their head when they first see Yui
Etherial beauty
Smells like vanilla. It's because she uses those body lotions and a lightly scented hair mist
Ayato goes mad at the smell
Ayato genuinely loves Yui. Just her, living her life. He adores her.
Also; Ayato is a himbo.
Dumb and dumber duo
Subaru teaches her material art as defense for anything coming at her
Natural at fighting
Decked Ayato in the face once as he materialized out of thin air behind her
Knocked him unconscious
Laito laughed for literal hours at the though of Ayato getting knocked out by Yui
Her dream is living in peace with eveyone she loves
Had an actual talk with Ayato at some point. They are a healthy couple now (No, I do not care about the canon. They're in love your highness)
Goes to therapy. She decided to after nightmares regarding her early days with the boys
Also, scared that Cordelia will come back at one point and take her body over completely
Yui is the nicest person ever
Will talk with you about everything you'd like
Gentle soul.
Gives great hugs?? Knows how to comfort someone who's feeling bad
She's not only good at baking but also at making those highly decorated cakes and cupcakes. Kanato begs her for themed cupcakes as soon as autumn starts and Halloween decorations appear
next, Ruki.
Eats way too much dark chocolate
We're talking about two entire bars minimum a day
Coffee junkie
Has a disproportionately large consume of anything caffeinated
Wears the same crusty, dry eyeliner since 1990
Refuses to buy a new one since "the old one still works" (it does not)
flirts with Reiji. Its so obvious that even Yuma has realized it
(Reiji is oblivious to it)
Academically speaking, really good at the natural sciences.
Fcking sucks at english though
Studies quite a lot, Ruki despises being on the same level as Reiji
Bad loser
Will be sulky after losing a game of Uno
Definitely cheats at card games
Really good at annoying Reiji. It's such a high level of annoying, he could give courses on the matter
Really good older brother
Checks on the other Mukami brothers when Ruki sees them struggeling with their pasts
Will check in every night if Azusa or Kou are plagued by nightmares
Has nightmares about the orphanage
❗sometimes wakes up scared that his brothers are actually dead and can only calm down after checking that each one is still alive
❗Definitely scared of anything happening to his brothers, he has panic attacks just thinking about that night
reads self help books
Has at least one "how to raise unruly children" book on his shelves
Culinary mastermind
But also makes the weirdest combinations of foods? Why would anyone like to taste jam with cucumbers and pepper????
now, Kou
Likes those really creepy stuffed toys
really good at drawing winged eyeliner
Has worn pink mascara and it looked so fcking good???
Hugest crush on Subaru
Flirts with him but the dear boy does not recognize romantic affection even when it slaps him in the face
Almost fainted riding the first time on Subaru's motorcycle
The scariest thing since really long
Wears really dangly, long earrings
With the weirdest motifs
Has one pair that has clams that can open. The pearls inside them glow in the dark.
his stomach is a bottomless pit. The first time he came over to spend a night at the Sakamaki's, Reiji was genuinely afraid that they had nit enough food to last to breakfast
Laito and he binged the Kardashians
Loves gossip. Knows everything about everyone
Makes rad nail art
Loves styling Azusa. Its their quality time, combined with trying those really spicy crisps
huge energy drink consumer
Helps him trough those sleepless nights were Kou stays up and chats with Laito the whole night through the phone
quite good at learning historical facts
Due to Kou's eye, he can see truths and lies in humans. But he is also really good at deciphering the human psyche.
Doesn't always use his eye. Sometimes, just Kou's knowledge of psychology is enough to recognize lies
There are some headcanons that Kou is italian. I agree with that. I can really image him enjoying the culture and the food. Also, I read a headcanon once that Kou's real name was Emilio. (If someone knows the name of the OP, please tell me)
Now, our vegetable freak: Yuma!
loves scrunchies and hair claw clips
Got one from Kanato once and uses them since
Also, I propose: Yuma with those hair claw clips in butterfly shape. Gifted by Kou as a joke
but now, he always wears them
Kanato braids his hair in really elaborate hair styles. Bridal style vibes. Kou thinks its the funniest thing ever
Shu loves toying with his hair when bored. It's just so soft and smells really good (Yuma uses Kou's shampoo on the regular. It causes quite a lot of fights)
took 1 (one) "Am I Gay" quiz. It came out a hundred percent positive. The next day, he confessed to Shu. They've been together ever since
Feeds the birds on the porch of their house every morning, together with Azusa
Actually really educated about current politics (at least the ones in Romania. But knows quite a lot about the USA and Japan, too)
Will start fights with Ruki about politics during dinner
If you ever want to hear angry romanian yelling, just go to the Mukami house during elections
Cares for every houseplant in their house
Brings at least two new plants per week at home. Ruki is on the brink of forbidding Yuma from accessing his monthly allowance
wears really shitty clothes. I'm talking thousand times stitched together trousers. They look like potatoes sacks but he refuses to get new ones
Has a toolbelt that looks atrocious
He wears it almost every day
The dirtiest shoes known to mankind
So dirty with soil and just about anything you can find in nature
Ruki gets daily aggressions about the spots on their carpet, since Yuma thinks changing shoes just for going inside is stupid
Wears the most amazing eyeliner but it is actually just old as fuck eyeshadow and mascara
He makes it look good
Has the longest lashes known to humankind
Brown skin due to being outside so much
Disneyprincess in secret
loves those huge dogs
now, Azusa!!
jesus that boy can be seductive
No, I wont elaborate
That was a lie, I will elaborate on anything with Azusa. He has the art of subtle flirting refined to mastery
Tried to flirt with Kanato. But Kanato thought he was being made fun of
Great at subtle makeup
Also; great dancer. Especially latin dances such as cha-cha-cha or salsa
He has those hips (breedable, as some folks would say)
Canonically doesn't like peppers
That doesn't apply to stuffed peppers with spices though
Great at remembering faces, not so great at remembering names
Can draw and paint and do art so good????
God of art
Not god of natural sciences though
Is doing alright at school but doesn't like the education system
Speaks not only romani and japanese but also a bit of English (and has the thickest british accent. No one knows where it is from and Azusa refuses to tell them that it is from watching Harry potter so often)
Colours his hair in a blue-black colour to give it more depth sometimes
Wears very pretty, light blue-ish glitter on the inner eye corner sometimes
So beautiful eyes??
Long, dark lashes
Likes to wear a bit of mascara
Naturally a defined jawline and straight nose
But a bit chubby cheeks
Is very pale but tans quite a but when longer outside in the summer. But dues to his sensitivity to heat, he'd rather stay inside
His eyes have a bit of an almond form, which gives them a sharp look, but still quite big
Azusa likes to wear too big clothes, especially hoodies and sweaters from Ruki and Yuma.
Also, cargo pants. The wide ones
Combat boots are a staple in his closet
Loves plateau boots and sneakers
Converse all stars are his to go shoes if no plateau boot is available
The shoes size him up quite a bit so the first time he met the Sakamakis, they all thought he was quite big. They all were surprised as they arrived at the Mukami home and Azusa just shrinked a few inches
Paints his fingernails in hope that he doesn't chew on them that much if they're pretty and colorful
Cuts his hair himself because he feels that his slow manner of speech annoys the staff in hair salons
But he likes the choppy style so its not as big of a problem for him
❗has a problem coping with what happened in his childhood. He canonically sh, but has frequent anxienty attacks too.
Due to that, he has a few weightened blankets and lots of pillows on his bed to simulate the feeling of getting hugged
Big hugger
His love language is physical touch
bug lover
Has a really cool sweater with the life cycle of a frog
That was it, actually. I rambled quite a bit about Azusa but I still hope you'll like it.
I hope I was able to make your day a bit better.
If you have any requests, just ask!
Thank you for reading all of that. I really appreciate you! I hope you'll have an amazing day/night!
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