#male fear of the female

[haggishlyhagging]

In recent years, the female crime wave and its violent women have been alarmingly described in articles and books; but they were first widely publicized in 1975 through a book called Sisters in Crime by Freda Adler, a criminologist who rose to prominence on the strength of a logical fallacy. Noticing that a renewed women's movement paralleled apparently phenomenal increases in crimes by women, Adler mistakenly concluded that one trend caused the other. The rapid rise in crimes by women, she said, was merely the "shady aspect of liberation"; and as more and more "libbers" rushed to emulate the criminal example of men—the only "full human beings"—we would be awash in a sea of emancipated crime.

While some prisons planned new facilities for the expected influx of violent women, feminists in criminology and the criminal-justice system were quick to respond to Adler with convincing arguments. They maintained, and rightly, that Adler's figures were misleading precisely because women commit so few crimes. When the number of crimes is small, only a few more may account for a large percentage increase; but Adler cited those alarming percentage increases without recording the low absolute numbers. She pointed to a shocking rise of 277 percent in arrests of women for robbery between 1960 and 1972; but the 1973 Uniform Crime Reports of the FBI reported only 5,700 women arrested for robbery that year, compared with almost 95,000 men. Across the board women were arrested in 1973 for about 15.3 percent of all crimes committed—not a high rate, and certainly not an alarming one, for a group that makes up more than half the population. Adler's critics also noted that there has been no demonstrable increase in crimes of violence committed by women. The greatest increases in women's crimes have been in larceny and fraud, particularly welfare fraud; and these are not violent crimes but economic ones, easily attributable to the growing financial needs of poor women, most of whom have children to support. Other critics pointed to evidence that spreading drug addiction has increased economic crimes for women and men alike. In any case, the so-called new woman criminal was likely to be like the old woman criminal—young, poor, and black or Hispanic.

Adler was quite right that the two phenomena—the women's movement and female criminality—go together, but not as she supposed in terms of cause and effect. It is simply that the presence of one prompts fear of the other. Agitation for women's rights always sparks enormous anxiety, among women and men alike, about the proper place of women in society, and because "take" in one element of society seems to mean "give" in another, about the safety of the whole social order. That anxiety manifests itself in many ways: in the fear that women are "unsexing themselves," which in turn produces campaigns to outlaw bloomers, to elevate a regressive “femininity” to "total womanhood," and to make abortion a criminal offense; in the fear that the family is disintegrating, which results in virulent attacks upon women's colleges, divorce, homosexuality, women in the work force, federally funded day care, and unisex bathrooms; and in the fear that women, released from some traditional restraints, will turn to unbridled evil, mayhem, and murder. Even the traditionally macho skin magazine Oui observed in 1975, “Women criminals today seem to spark a special fear, fantasy and overreaction in male society.”

-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill

[callmegaith]

Remember that CHANGE BEGINS WITH US! RESIST! FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM!! ✊️

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE hope I'm feeding yall well with my Citizen art I love them sm

[playfully-sadistic]

"It won't fit" - "I'll make it fit"? Hot, yeah, but overused.

"It won't fit" - "You're right, I'll probably rip you apart and hurt you real bad, huh? Better make this one time count then"? Much, much better. Make them scared properly, not just vaguely.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Door.6 ~ Scrolling through winter ~

Simon Kalivoda x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary : Just because Shadyside didn't have the best reputation, was constantly having accidents and being murdered for as long as you could remember doesn't mean you can't have fun. Especially when someone shows up at your door and brings the warmth.

info : I just love Fred Hechinger, he is so cute, not only as Caracalla but especially as Simon, have fun reading :)

masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In winter it is dark, cold and above all dangerous something that hardly played a role for the sunny side the winter there was mild, just enough days off and enough fun for everyone.

On the dark side, however, Shadyside had its hands full trying not to drown in snow, the roads too covered, the wind too icy and the icicles had already claimed a few injuries.

It was a merciless winter, the only good thing was that parents could drag themselves to work if they could, and high school students rarely had time off, but it was the season of mercy.

Even if you have time off out there, you're going to get yourself killed, she thought, looking out of the kitchen window onto the street, the snow was already clearing and she could hear the wind whistling.

Shivering, she reached for the kettle, the bubbling of which had diminished, and made herself a hot, warming fruit tea to perhaps get into the Christmas spirit.

But it only brought a sigh as she went back to her room and puffed on the cup, missing her friends, missing the local Christmas market and most of all wishing to see Simon again, ,,What are you doing I'm cold” she said out loud as she tapped the keys of her computer that had eaten all her summer vacation salary.

She had been texting with Simon over here since this morning and the day before and before that, the phone network had its hands full trying to get through in the snow and apart from a rustle she could hear him.

His reply made her smile “Waiting for your hot love” was written there and she missed his warmth, his hugs and the kiss he always pressed on her cheek.

The writing between the two of them dragged on for hours and her mood became increasingly depressed, as beautiful as the winter was, the more she missed him...until the moment when the doorbell rang on her front door that evening.

Dinner was over and her parents were lying on the couch, she decided to open the door and looked at a snow-covered Simon, ,,Sweetheart, I've finally made my way to you" he said and gave her a hug. It didn't matter that he looked half like a snowman with all the white flakes caught in his tangled hair, a sweet sight.

Even now he seemed warm and she returned the gesture, wiping the snow off his clothes and taking his face in hers to place a kiss on his lips, ,,My brave Simon" she replied, wanting to pull him into the warmth, which he gratefully accepted.

After half a lie and excuse, her steady boyfriend showed up in such a snowstorm that she took him with her and his hand never left her, too long ago it seemed that he had held it. For him, there was nothing warmer than their shared love.

A few minutes of patting him on the head to make the snow go aways, making a warm cup of tea and wrapping him in a blanket, they sat together on her bed, ,,I couldn't leave my love alone," he said as he took a sip of the tea and opened the blanket and she came to him, cuddling up and feeling him play with a strand of her hair.

,,My sweet snowman,” she joked, letting her hand wander over his, sensing the smirk and hearing the relaxed breathing that was no longer clenched by the cold.

The smell of fruit, past smoke, and cookies they were nibbling on lingered in the air as she lay in his lap, hands entwined and they just listened and listened and kissed over and over.

Maybe winter in Shadyside wasn't so bad after all, especially when you were reunited with your love.

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@potatoesenpaii , @hechingerquinn , @simonsrealwife , @cottoncandiescupcakes , @myromanempire81

@bel0ved-heretic

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Simon Henrikkson x f!reader

Contains: noncon/dubcon, self-harm, drugging and mentions of substance abuse, hate sex/revenge sex turned sweet, somnophilia (Simon fucks you when you're blacked out), angst, murder, violence, past bullying, both Simon and reader suffer childhood trauma, schizophrenic Simon listening to a voice in his head (Book Simon)

Simon snapped that day. He denied that you abandoned him, but it was all just too much for him to handle at once... The overwhelming feeling of everything falling apart was too much for poor Simon to bare. And since then, that voice in his head has been stringing Simon along like a puppet. Filling his head with corrupted thoughts and imagery.

Looking out the window of the classroom, the teacher's voice became muffled due to worrisome thoughts drowning out everything else. Where is Simon? You wondered. It's been two weeks and every passing day your heart continued to sink in your chest bit by bit.

Wait, but why do you care? It's been 2 years. You guys don't even talk anymore, you're not close. Not like that, anyways. Or so, that's what you thought. You had undermined your relationship it seems, along with yourself. Idiot.

That's what you always do. Always denying possibilities to immediately be false, not putting in any effort at all even when it could've been. All because you think of yourself so poorly that you believe you do not deserve love and therefore brush off any 'foolish' thoughts that anyone could see you as more than a friend.

You reflected on how everything started, back when the two of you met.

It was high school and you two were the only juniors in the intro to zoology and botany class. Truth be told, you were nervous to be partnered up with a boy, but I mean he was the only person in your grade. You sure as hell didn't want to partner up with the younger classmates, you'd be doing all the work while they goofed off. Plus, Simon made for a good lab partner. Always making sure he did his part, even offering to do some of your work too despite being just as unsure of the assignment as you were.

Working with him during lab, you'd get a better look at him close up. Despite what everyone else says about him, you actually thought he was kind of cute. Attractive. He just didn't bother to take care of himself for some reason.

He was taller than you, pale ivory skin mixed well with his dark features, and he even had a nice scent to him despite the musk. There was a time when the two of you reached for the same beaker and accidentally grabbed each other's hands. But the moment the two of you touched, your heart skipped a beat. It shocked you. Of course, the two of you quickly pulled back, awkwardly spewing out apologies followed by bashful laughing.

Sure, he was quiet and not the most socially inept, but you found that charming. Simon was authentic to the core, not trying to be anyone else. So, you weren't sure why he was always the target of torment from others in your grade.

You felt terrible, seeing the way it affected him. You always got a bad vibe when he would come to class late, constantly zoning out, and it especially worried you on days where he wouldn't say a peep to you or anyone for that matter. There was even a time where you caught a glimpse of his wrist when he went to grab something off of a shelf you couldn't reach.

You held back your gasp, swallowing it down your throat. You felt yourself shrink inside you. The state of it was just... you'd never seen self inflicted wounds look like... that. It was jagged fresh cuts on top of older ones, his once ivory skin discolored into brown hyperpigmentation from the scarring that spanned so far on his arm.

You were sick to your stomach. But what could you do? You weren't made for confrontation, Simon would only continue to get the same treatment or even worse if you did say something. You didn't want to overstep your boundaries either... I mean, who exactly were you? What did Simon think of you? Wouldn't it be weird for someone superficial to get involved in something so personal? You figured you'd just make things worse if you tried to help, that's how things usually go for you...

So, in other words... You played the role of the bystander. Your biggest regret, your biggest mistake. The only thing you could do for him was simply be there... sometimes.

But when the tormentors saw you and Simon in the halls walking out of class laughing it up together, they sought to ruin that for him too. Simon's bullies targeted you, they considered you his little girlfriend with the way he looks at you. That's when you stopped being there for Simon at all. They had gotten you too, and he didn't even know it...

When you only talked to him about school related things and shut him out completely outside of that, he found himself falling apart. Not you too, he thought to himself. Dark thoughts manifesting in his head. She hates you too. Look at what you did, Simon, you made her leave just like everyone else in your miserable life.

.

.

.

You managed to get through the rest of the semester, passing your classes with flying colors. And now it was summer break, you'd go back to your family's hometown for the summer. Simon spent the summer doing his own thing. He tended to wander around the city, you'd think he was homeless if you didn't know him.

Well, truth is, he hasn't ever felt at home in his life. Never feeling accepted or safe, anywhere. He feels as though the stone-cold streets of the city accepted him. And so he wandered and wandered, doing who knows what. Not even he knew what the fuck he was doing or going on.

His mental health had deteriorated significantly that summer and that voice in his head became louder over time. Instructing Simon to get revenge on those who made his life this way. I know you're sick of feeling like you're the one to blame, so take revenge. The voice would say to him. This inner turmoil and tug of war for sanity would go on for quite some time.

Until finally.

Snap

He's tracked you down, has you cornered. There was no escaping Simon's wrath. Though, you had no idea you were on his shit list. You were genuinely surprised to see him after all this time. He... looked somewhat the same. You don't look tired like him, even though he feels you should be. Your eyes softened, it made you sad to see the state Simon was in. Though as morbid as it sounds, you felt some relief seeing that he hasn't killed himself yet either, as that was always a fear of yours ever since you discovered his suffering back then.

Simon considers letting you go for a moment. He could still turn back and carry on with his life, change for the better... No, he knows that won't be possible. It's now or sometime later, he might as well get it out of the way and incite his revenge now. Vicious, brutal, savage revenge with malice aforethought.

You stood there like a deer in headlights, looking up at him with wide doe eyes as he crept closer. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You asked him what he wanted and if you could help him. Simon opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

Before he violently ended the lives of his tormenters he squeezed an apology from them as he watched the life slowly drain out of them, but what he wanted from you wasn't anything so simple that it could be expressed solely with words. No, that just wouldn't do the trick.

He would show you instead.

Simon reached out a tattered hand, only to hesitate, realizing how ugly it was compared to you. He was stuck on grasping how much smaller you look compared to him now. Within a moment's notice, there he was.

With unknown intentions, he had overpowered you, covering your mouth with his gloved hand while he carried you to the nearest alley where no one could find the two of you no matter how much noise you made.

Simon felt thankful in this moment that this was a dead city. The population was so low, it's not even normal to see more than 6 people in the streets at the busiest hours of the day.

Suddenly, Simon had your softer, fragile body tightly pressed up against the hard brick walls of the building lining the alleyway. You begged him to tell you what's wrong so you can fix it, asking what you did to deserve this. Simon goes on to say he wants to make you feel what he felt back then. To let you know what it's like to be beaten, to feel crushed, and utterly alone.

It's clear what he wants now. It's punishment. In your newfound fear, you cry as you beseech him to give you the answer to why. "Why punish me?" You'd asked him. Simon only feels more anger bubbling up as the voice in his head tells him you're trying to deny what you did all those years back. You abandoned him... Left him to be swallowed up by loneliness again. You... you did... You were wrong.

He would punish you for your cruel sin, make you beg for his forgiveness. For the mercy you never had the grace of showing him. Only, he would. Just when you're at your lowest, he'll extend a hand, kiss your forehead, and absolve you of sin. Because he's better than you. Yes, that's what he wants.

He'll bully you to see how you like it, and you'll see how wrong you were to abandon him even when he went through horrible horrible things. Simon would bask in your voice when you cry out that you don't deserve him and his kindness, for you to admit that you were wrong to ever leave him.

Simon watches the moonlight spill from the sky after a cloud reveals it hit your skin. He hastily removes your clothing, jerking you different ways while doing so. Your pleads fall on deaf ears at this point as you try to explain your side of the story, struggling against his forceful movements. You had more than enough time to explain, and now Simon determined you've made it clear how you feel about him. But he would prove you wrong. Make you realize your feelings for him. Even if he has to do it by means of force. You'll never leave his side again.

Simon grabs your jaw, crashing his lips into yours, his teeth pushed into yours from the force he put behind his kiss. His kisses were animalistic, as if he were trying to eat you instead of kiss you. Fear filled your body as Simon turned something that lovers do into something malicious. He even bit your lip to the point of drawing blood. You cringed at the taste of iron in your mouth. Bringing a hand to wipe away the blood, Simon intercepts it, pinning it above your head as you look up at him with blood stained lips. He always thought you were pretty, but right now he adored this version. A lazy smile crept up on his face.

You wince from the pain of your head, your restrained hand, and from the feeling of being pressed so hard up against a brick wall. And suddenly, a potent rag was brought to your face, fearful eyes looking up at Simon. Of course, you were out like a light within seconds. Simon caught you in his arms with fraudulent nobility.

The scene changes to Simon's room. It would be almost empty if not for the small messes here and there along with his bed. Simon carefully set you down on the bed as if he were prince and you, a princess. As much as he wanted to throw you down, Simon held himself back.

Your shirt ripped in his grasp where he churned the fabric in his fist, knuckles white in their strain. It's only until then when Simon slips off your clothes stripping you naked that he sees the abuse your body had endured along with the identical scarring he has on his wrists on your upper thighs. After pausing, Simon's expression turned solemn. Only for a second. No matter. Good. You deserved it. You couldn't possibly feel what he's been feeling. You probably just did that for attention, he curses the thought as he knows you better than that. You'd never once seeked for attention in your life.

Right now, he wanted to feel you. It'd been so long, he hadn't realized how much he had missed you until his body started reacting to your touch despite never feeling it besides the accidental brushing up against each other or awkward side hugs. His demeanor softened the more he touched you while yet remaining domineering despite his newfound gentleness.

Watchful eyes locked on to you, observing your reactions when he touched you here, right here, and here too. Your body reacted very nicely to his touch even in your sleepy, drugged up state. He'd like to keep you at home, all to himself. He'd chain you up and keep you in his basement if that's what it took.

His horrible thoughts had manifested a reality Simon didn't know he wanted. This ever-consuming obsession with you had gotten the best of him. Simon remembers the times he would pump his length vigorously whilst imagining grim fantasies of capturing you. Fantasies of how he would punish you for your crimes against him. For making him fall in love with you and then just abandoning him like he were trash, making you grovel in the dirt. Even still, he'd even had softer fantasies of rescuing you from evildoers, only for you to cry and cling to him, never letting go.

Maybe he could still salvage the real you. Because the real you would've never abandoned him... Never. You wouldn't... Simon continues his inner battle of morality and sanity as he runs his larger and worn hands all over your plush skin, much warmer than his. He was sure to leave bruises on you as the more he touched you, the more intense he felt. Fearing that if he let you go, you'd leave him for good.

Heart pounding heavy, Simon had discarded his clothing and laid up against you skin to skin. The muscles of his upper body flexed with contained rage as he hovered himself above your bare naked body. With that, he began gliding his hands on you. Gentle, at first. And then, not so gentle. His hands meet your neck, to which his grasp tightens and tightens and tightens some more. Your body squirms in reaction, barely conscious. Simon observes the skin he had touched turn red. So sensitive. Now, you were beginning to come into consciousness, eyelids barely lifting despite trying so hard, trying to be alert. Your chest tightens with anticipation when you realize you're in the nude under Simon, who was bare as well. He was so close, closer than you've been with anyone. You feel a foreign heat between your legs, and it's poking at you. With a gulp, your eyes turn back to look at Simon, pleading with him to stop now. Of course he recognized that look, what it meant. He would not oblige.

You whine at his unforgiving touch as Simon continues to touch you. His hot breath puffing out onto your face where you trembled from the soul-seeking coldness in his eyes. You'd never seen him this needy, this inability to hold back. It terrified you, your weak hands pushing on him in a pathetic scramble, to which he was unbothered by. In fact, he loved it. He found himself wanting you to resist him. It only gives him all the more reason to punish you.

With an evil grin, Simon dips his course, long middle finger up into your already slick cunt. You fail holding back slurred out moans, the sound falling so beautifully on Simon's ears. Another sound filled the room, the squish and squelch of your slit being abused by Simon and his moans of anticipation. Just when you're on the edge of something good, he stops.

Simon wastes no time.

"Ah!" You're yelping when Simon bites down harshly on the tender crook of your neck, hard enough to draw blood. Simon's hips hit you with a lewd thwack! The pain was overwhelming, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to scratch your assailant, dig your fingers into his skin (--though, that would only make him grin), but when you try to, it seems like your arms are so heavy. The most you can do is make measly efforts push him away. Simon chuckles darkly, humored by your thought that you could really stop him. How cute.

You couldn't believe this was Simon.

Simon is practically drooling when the vicious curve of his fat tip draws relentless glides across your g-spot, mapping you from the inside out. Thrusting precariously on top of him while he fucked you over and over-

There's a low, sultry growl coming from the very depths of his chest when Simon's pulling out ever-so-slightly. His vice-like hold around your neck tightens even more, breath puffing in raggedy hot pants against your cheek.

He's gripping the angry red tip of his cock, moving down the shaft to the base, giving the peak of your puffed-up clit a stinging smack! smack! smack! with the very tip of his thick, hot head.

And your slimy pussy just coats his throbbing cock in a milky gloss of cum. Your slick saturated his dick down to form a creamy ring at the very bottom of his thick hilt. As soon as Simon finishes bullying his length back in between your sopping wet pussy lips, he just throws his head back, half-lidded eyes swirling with rageful lust.

He thought to himself how the tables have turned. You'd always looked down on him, now he was the one looking down on you. You probably always thought he was pathetic, always took pity on him. Well who's the pathetic one now? Your moans of pleasure and sweet wails of pain were truly pathetic, he could only let out a dark chuckle.

He had made you submit to him, that meant you were finally his forever now and could not leave. Is this all it took? To make you his? If it was that easy, he thought he should've done this ages ago.

Simon's rough handling on your hips left a trail of more bruises along with neat little fingernail patterns along your skin, making use of each and every bit of strength he had to hammer with such jarring pummels into your poor pussy. It's like his girth was just molding your tight innards to his size.

He barely even slows down, grunting out the hoarse mantra of your name. "Oh fuck-" Simon's breath hitches and he clenches his teeth as his balls pump out his hot load inside you.

Awe, you thought this was over? Oh, no. Simon flipped you over onto your knees, instructing you to keep your head down and your ass up. Gripping your hip firmly with one hand, the other placed his cock at your entrance. Ignoring your desperate cries of resistance, Simon slammed his hips against your cheeks, your jaw slacking open when he did. Whole body trembling at the feeling of being full again, you let out pitiful cries of pleasure.

Despite your fear and sadness, you found yourself become overwhelmed with a desire for Simon and his love-making. Your pupils were practically heart-shaped by how many times he had made you cum by now. His sheets almost completely soaked with both of your love juices. Simon's heart eyes were locked onto the way your ass jiggled every time he slammed his hips into you. "F-fuuhhck, cumming again-" Simon let out a growl as he threw his head back, his grip on your hips tightening.

Round after round, Simon cruelly pounded and came inside you time and time again. His thrusts seemingly becoming more sadistic the more he continued. Eventually, your body was overstimulated to the point of you blacking out. And that still did not stop Simon. You were his, and that meant his all the time.

Hours and hours passed, the effects of the drugs were beginning to weaken, your sensations are feeling more real, the pain and pleasure feeling intenser as all of your nerves start to wake up. You wince in pain as your head pounded, your body aching from Simon's rough handling on you. He had you held close to him in missionary with your legs behind your head. You figured you would try to push him off of you now, but your weakness did not fade. Arms still feeling like static, they fell to your sides.

Simon, still in his lustful dissociation, grabbed hold of your wrists with his hand. His rhythmic thrusting turned jagged as he came close again. You wondered if you could get through to him in the state he was in now but you figured you'd at least try.

"Simon... Simon! Please, I- mm, need you to let mme g.. go." You managed to peep out, searching for him in his eyes. "You n-need to stop tthis... Ple-ase? You're h-urting me-" Simon let go of your wrists and grabbed your jaw, your lips forced into a silly pouty look. "Good. You fucking deserve this after what you did." Simon spoke out in a breathy, yet clear voice.

"You fucking left me. All. alone..." Simon thrusted into you with a thwack! thwack! in between that last part. Your face twisted in agonizing pleasure. "W-what?" Simon was pissed off at the fact you were trying to play dumb with him. "Oh, don't play coy with me. Acting like you're innocent. You know exactly what the fuck you did." Your cries mixed with moans sounded so melodic to Simon as he fucked you harder.

"Bad girl. Bad." He muttered quietly to himself under his breath as his eyes scanned you from your face, to your breasts, to where his cock was pumping in and out of your pussy. Bringing his thumb down to your plump, unsuspecting clit, Simon rubbed you harshly in all the right ways.

At this point, you were seeing stars as the pressure in your lower abdomen began swirling again. "Simon w-wai..." You gave up on your words at the end as all of your focus was on Simon's touch and the way your body was reacting to it. This is bad, you feel like if this continues, you really won't be able to live a normal life and become Simon's personal fuck toy forever.

(Part 2?)

[stillwattergossip]

LAST SHOT ;Caitlyn Kiramman x Male! Reader Headcanons!

- "I love you, Kiramman!" you said from the bottom of your heart, tightly holding the hands of the decorated officer.

- Caitlyn smiles, her little tooth gap revealing herself as she looks up to the Horizon - until she pulls out her Hex-Tech riffle.

- she "accidentally" shoots you right through your thick, insensitive & empty skull in the middle of the war :(((

Thankfully, she has Vi to comfort her at home afterwards, preparing to get your ashes right next to those of Marcus the next day 🩷

(Sorry for my followers and everyone else. I jumpscared with this one🙏🏾 My next fics/headcanons will continue to be (serious) Female!reader:happy late new year!🫶🏾)

[thedevilscarnival]

shout out to daan fear and hunger for being a (textually) male character whom is narratively a woman. orange really hit it out of the park with that one

[maddymoreau]

I wish more people in the Fear & Hunger fandom talked about the Maiden of the Depths.

What do you mean there's folklore that God of Depths took a maiden to be their bride but their union was impossible since she's a mortal.

Ragnvaldar and D'arce when they see her:

Ragnvaldar: "This tree is- how do you say it- magnificent . . . It's the Maiden of the Depths - the human bride of the god that formed these dungeons. The two could never truly be together, a mere human being and an older god. But desperately the maiden still tries to link the human world with the world of the gods to this day."

D'arce: "Is this story real? Sounds . . . strangely romantic."

Ragnvaldar: "Haha, no. It's just an old folks tale."

D'arce: "Aahhh . . . that's a shame . . ."

Ragnvaldar: "Maybe there's a seed of truth in it . . . ?"

[whomeidontknowthem]

Eyes on me – an interactive whump story. Part 1.

Masterpost. Next part.

Content warning: slavery, imprisonment, dehumanizing language, implied future torture, characters express fantasy racism (slave owners are surprisingly not good people).

The slave auction was a grand building, standing tall and proud of its purpose and the wealth of those coming there. It was a place of privilege – on one side of the grand stage, at least. Or on one side of the iron bars, if you were afforded the honor of seeing the stock before the official bidding began – a rare, sparingly given to the most esteemed of patrons opportunity.

Lord Edarwis Teelo greatly enjoyed being one of them. He passed by the row of cells with the dignity that fit his status he had to fight to present – getting to choose before anyone else laid their hands on the collection was exciting. It'd taken many years of work and effort. He couldn't wait to have it all pay off.

Most were boring offerings. People from all over the kingdoms, a few criminals but mostly those sold to slavery to pay off debts. A servant went on about each of them before Lord Teelo threw him a quick glance. The boy was clever enough to close his mouth, letting the lord enjoy the walk in silence, rarely interrupted by any of the scared prisoners. They watched his every move, of course, at least most of them – eyes wide and scared or shut tight or cast away. All pretty faces (the auction only sold the best), skin ranging from deep browns of the Ashai coast to pale pinks from the northern border.

One of them caught the lord's eyes and he paused, studying the boy closer. Young, barely of age, either shaven cleanly or still unable to grow a beard, with such cute little curls on his head and wide hazel eyes. He was a candy for the eyes, shivering in the corner of the sell, twisting his naked body to preserve some sense of modesty.

"He's from Deruveer," the servant chimed in. "From the province. His family needed money after the draught and he was the youngest son. He's rather timid, a great choice if you want someone to do the chores and not bother you much."

Lord Teelo hummed. The boy was pretty, and convenience didn't always mean boredom. He decided to let him be for now, continuing on his way.

The next thing that got his attention was a dull distant clanging, like metal meeting stone with force. "What's that?" the lord wondered.

The servant answered readily, "Ah, it's from our special collection. They're not trained very well yet – you see, my lord, they are from the Northern Steppes."

"A barbarian?" Lord Teelo drawled out, impressed.

"Not just. They were a chieftain of some tribe there, – one of the bigger ones, I've been told. Our army hunted them for a while, until the chief decided to finally surrender. I don't think they expected this kind of a future, though. They are rather unruly."

"Show me," the lord demanded.

It didn't take long for them to reach the special section, and the clanging became all the louder as they came closer. "They want attention," the servant explained with a vaguely apologetic tone. "Their rations have been cut since they bit the handler, and it hasn't improved their temper, yet. It will eventually though. They are sturdy, but nobody is unbreakable."

The lord hummed, turning the corner and finally being able to take in the person they'd been discussing. He expected – something impressive, matching the tales of unruly northern barbarians, dressed in furs and carrying strange weapons, their skin white as silk or even the snow they saw every year there and covered in nasty scars from constant skirmishes against each other. They were all tall as giants and muscular as lions, – all but the one Lord Teelo saw before him, it seemed.

The barbarian sat in the corner of their cell, naked as all slaves were, even though they didn't seem to even try covering anything. Their skin was pale but in a disappointedly human-like way, adorned with iron cuffs and chains going to the wall and a muzzle fitting tightly around their face and leaving only blue eyes and greasy hair out. They caught Lord Teelo's gaze with determination and moved their arm out as far as they could before jerking it back towards the wall. The chain clung against the stone.

"I expected them to be taller," Lord Teelo expressed their disappointment.

"Yes, yes, I also found their look underwhelming when I first saw them," the servant agreed quickly. "But even though they're rather skinny – they can put up quite a fight! If you decide to buy them, my lord, it is advised you keep them in chains and with guards by your side, at least at first. They're a piece of work for sure."

The lord hummed. "Who else do you keep in this special collection of yours."

"Ah! You're gonna like her," the servant brightened. "A real royalty in our modest house! Follow me, my lord."

The cell he led the lord to was bigger than the rest, and less bare. There was a table, a chair, an honest to gods rug, even, and a whole tea set a woman was enjoying in silence. She wasn't dressed as a queen, Lord Teelo noted, her clothes were rather revealing and obviously made to showcase her beauty more than cover her modesty. But she was dressed – more than most people here could say for themselves.

"Royalty?" Lord Teelo mused. The woman turned her head, deeming him worthy of a long look – and it did feel like she was obliging him. The lord gave his best unimpressed stare back.

"She's the princess of former Terzita."

"Ah. The Night of Storms?" the lord guessed as the princess looked away. He watched her, noting the faint bruises running over the tense shoulders.

"The poor thing watched half of her family murdered before her eyes," the servant agreed. "Such terrible fate. It doesn't make her for a more obedient slave, of course – she's still thinking she should be treated with special dignity. We humor her here – but you are not obliged to do the same, my lord."

He didn't, did he. It would be so fun to put her in her place. Oh, yes, he could enjoy a royal maid. And if she didn't feel like playing the role – he would enjoy teaching her what would come of disobedience.

"You have anything more impressive?" Lord Teelo wondered, not taking his eyes away from the woman.

The servant didn't think for long. "We do," he smiled brightly. "Very special. This might be the most special slave of them all, one you can only see once in a lifetime."

"Oh?"

"It's not a human," the servant declared proudly. Lord Teelo perked up with interest. "Nor is it from the archipelago."

"Ah," Lord Teelo responded and the boy smiled at him, seeing right to his excitement. He showed the way without needing to be prompted.

The thing – the creature, – was huddled in the corner, lying on the ground as the two men approached. Its ears – long, obviously inhuman – perked up at the footsteps, but it didn't move from its place. The lord studied its back, the weird patterns streaming down in swirls of color against the unnatural, obsidian black of its skin – furless, at least, and slightly more human in this. Its spine ended up a tail, curling by its legs. A tail!

"Hey!" the servant called out and rattled a key against the iron bars. The creature moved abruptly to face the sound. Lord Teelo was mesmerized by the yellow of its iris and the black of the rest of its eyes. The pupils retracted into slits when they caught the light.

"Is this a fey?" the lord let out a astounded gasp. Even bringing up the fairytales felt childish, but what else could it be?

"We don't know for sure," the servant replied in a whisper respectful of the marvelous situation. "It doesn't speak Tragesh – or any language, for this matter. It doesn't seem incapable of learning – oi! You, want some food?"

"'uud?" the creature mimicked, flashing fangs in its attempt. Its face made some movement Lord Teelo couldn't read. "Yuu hath no 'uud."

"Astounding," Lord Teelo shook his head. Even if he didn't end up owning the creature, just seeing it was a miracle! "Can it do magic?"

"We keep it in a Shiel's collar," the servant explained. "It hasn't shown any, but – we like to be cautious in this case. It is included with the purchase, of course."

"I see," Lord Teelo tore his gaze away with some difficulty. "Anything else?"

"I'm afraid not, my lord," the servant smiled apologetically. "Was something from our collection to your liking?"

Lord Teelo nodded and then thought about it. Money wasn't a problem, but he was only allowed to buy one slave before the auction – which one would it be?

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@isikedmyself878

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[singulariitysims]

pretty in pink! 🌸

[chocolix76]

Pressure where everything is the same except Sebastian was mixed with a male anglerfish instead of a female. He's just a shriveled little dude

[teaaagan]

Fell off

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Alice: Shit

Tommy: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Cindy: OH MY GOD Y/N FELL OFF!!!

[playfully-sadistic]

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The flower on the witch's hat

Simon x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, kissing, crying, mention of sex and murder, no use of Y/n, flirting

Summary : A Sunnyvale resident who moves to Shadyside was a sansation and a target for the students of Shadyside High School, but when Simon intercepted her and realised she wasn't a spoiled brat but someone who was also full of secrets, something seemed to mature in the blonde that was the light of hope in Shadyside - love.

info : The time has come to get into my Fred Hechinger obsession and besides Caracalla it is Simon from Fear Street 1994. Originally this was supposed to be a (how is he in a relationship) and in the middle of writing I have changed my mind have fun reading ;)

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In Shadyside there was no happiness, no goodwill and above all no peace for the inhabitants, old and young, no one seemed to be safe from the misfortune of the town that had been like this for centuries nobody was safe.

Almost every year there was a memorial service for a deceased person, due to a murder, accident or natural death, it always seemed to affect only the town haunted by darkness and bad luck.

But just because this is so does not mean that Shadyside had no other ways of beauty.

The few times of day that there were were brief moments of love, families enjoying peace and quiet in the garden or the children playing in the streets where there were hardly any cars anyway because it was always a bit difficult to pay for petrol in the city, if you had the money at all.

Beauty in the form of unbelievably good Halloween parties, a strong community of the town that would go through anything together and love. Love, yes, there was even love in the dark, ramshackle Shadyside.

Mostly it was love at the Shadyside High School, which had many graduates who had been responsible for murders, where you also met a lot of special students and couples.

Whereby the couples tended to eat each other up with kissing and more than just touching each other in the corridors and classrooms that most of the time you just looked at the floor or joined in the love making to make it less awkward.

All for one

Simon had seen her for the first time on that gloomy school day and his own desires were awakened instead of enjoying those of the other couples.

The white Porsche was a clear contrast to the other rust-coloured cars that had driven up to the school.

No one from Shadyside could afford such luxury and never would be able to, another bitter reminder of the other side of town where the sun seemed to come out of every arse of the oh-so-great Sunnyvale residents.

He had never seen it before but he-no, everyone knew who owned the car and who was in it. But most of all it was the new girl who didn't want to be there who looked as shady as the town she was in.

Simon saw exactly how she dodged her mother's kiss and hurriedly got out of the car, slamming the door provocatively and lowering her gaze so as not to attract attention, it was time to start.

He pushed off from his own car and walked over to her ,,The pretty new flower from the sun into the dark forest, how awful…Hi, I'm Simon!" he introduced himself and jumped straight into her path as he intercepted her on the way to the main entrance.

His broad smile widened even more when he saw that he had startled her when she hadn't seen him and had almost collided with the blond.

That was the first step of the plan, but he hadn't realised that she had almost snatched her hands out like in one of those kung fu action films It was kind of cute, he thought, when he saw this and she was trying to look so brave and not like someone who could be so easily frightened.

Normally he would have immediately joined the others who were waiting in the school corridors with baners, firecrackers and other things to poke her - a Sunnyvale resident here was something that could not go unnoticed.

But as he waited outside in his car, Kate already inside and the others not yet arrived, he thought he would intercept her and point her in the ‘right’ direction immediately, but now that he saw her like this, no snooty look, no insult and no slap in his face, she seemed harmless and, above all, beautiful.

,,Not even a minute here and people are trying to scare me, tell me, do you greet everyone like this or is it just you?" she asked in reply, her annoyed, stern expression changing to a more relaxed, almost cheeky one as she took a step closer to him - something he hadn't expected.

Normally people would make fun of him, judge him and brag about their money and influence, but not her and there was a determination in her eyes that he would like to see more often. You usually only saw that in the will to survive of the Shadysiders and not in the tanned snobs.

She wasn't just a pretty flower, she was also a pretty flower with thorns that he was happy to embrace.

Indicating a bow, he brushed a blonde curl from his face and let her pass, ,,Maybe just for you, the private special tour," he said before catching up to her when he heard her grin and he smiled broadly again as he felt warm and cosy on this chilly morning.

Maybe it was the clash of both schools, both sexes with hormones, the nineties or maybe it was something much more sweet as she caught herself thinking how neat his slightly wavy hair was, how stupidly cute he was and how she couldn't stop the smile on her lips every time he held the door open for her and told her something about school.

Even though she already knew most of the facts about the school, Simon's fun facts were actually quite funny and a good way to know the ‘secrets’ of the high school from the creepiest places in the toilets, the lockers to stay away from and where the fabled backyard is where many a student has lost their virginity on a picnic blanket on the floor or right up against the brick wall.

He helped her to the rooms, showed her a few shortcuts through the corridors and simply hooked his arm into hers, ,,The wild corridors of Shadyside are a jungle full of grotesque characters, murder and death if you're not careful" he warned, pointing to several people she made a mental note to stay away from and yet she could see he was enjoying it.

There was just something glowing in his eyes, ,,You're a good tour guide...and an adorable mascot" she commented as they walked past the sports hall and he showed the photo of the team where he was standing at the front with green face paint and a pointy hat on his head to represent the witch.

She even saw him mischievously trying to cover up the blush on his cheeks and quickly looking elsewhere, ,,Really? Thank you, well - not everyone can wear such green" he replied with a wink and probably did one of his usual mascot poses before they went on, the break was almost over and he could at least take her to her maths lesson as a gentleman.

They stopped in front of the door and an awkward silence fell between them both as he broke away from her, ,,Well, have fun with the numbers," he probably tried this as a conclusion and turned away from her with a final wave, or at least wanted to.

Maybe it was her conscience, or maybe it was her quick-beating heart that had reacted faster and she took a pencil out of her backpack to tear off a piece of her timetable and write her number on it.

Simon paused in amazement, the last thing he thought was that his charm and wit had allowed him to have her number after just two hours, a huge step forward and he would have loved to hold her hand again, but all that remained was the piece of paper that lay in his as he mumbled after her, ,,Y-Yes, I'll call you" and set off with a broad grin and pink cheeks, but he didn't let go of the piece of paper.

In fact, they only saw each other during the second short break, talking and laughing and strolling on across the schoolyard, he again hooked his arm around hers to protect her from possible colour or feather attacks, ,,I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to the flower," he said in a puffy voice, trying to sound sunny and alive.

She shrugged it off with a grin and a smile, ,,Everyone in the unnecessarily large houses talks like that,” she admitted, but she didn't want to think about the time and was glad to have found her smile through Simon.

Because if he hadn't found her nice or whatever he saw or felt about her, she would have soon become another murder victim, one of many, and she certainly wouldn't have been mourned.

She even got to know his friends briefly who (which she couldn't blame them for) eyed her a little sceptically at first, she herself would have reacted the other way round.

When she dropped a few, well, insider facts about the sunny paradise and its inhabitants, any scepticism seemed to evaporate and she was greeted with jokes and a few ‘free’ drugs.

All in all, it would have been a perfect school day if she hadn't almost run out of school with her eyes downcast when her geography teacher announced to the whole class, ,,Miss your mum has arrived, you can go" and she felt like an outsider again.

Why couldn't she go out at the right time like everyone else in Shadyside? Why did she have to leave five minutes earlier than everyone else Simon and the others weren't a disease or anything like that, Shadyside wasn't something to protect her from.

It was a thought that angered and disappointed her as one look at her mum and she saw it all too well, ,,Just drive!" she said to her mum who muttered under her breath ,,Shithole" before the tyres spun and the car sped off.

She didn't see Simon again that day…at least not until she got a phone call.

After a lot of shouting at her family, ignoring them and having a sissy dinner with a hunger strike, she was finally in her room with a heavy sigh.

,,Is your family that spoilt too?" she asked her room and wished Simon would answer but she was alone and threw herself on her bed trying not to think about the chores she still had time for, for now she had to get her mother out of her mind.

For every time she shouted at her mother, her father gave her another warning look and she couldn't stand up to two parents who had the stick so far up their arse no matter what she said.

But what had annoyed her most was how patronisingly they had talked about Shadyside, ,,You have no right! You don't know how nice the people here are!" was the last thing she had shouted before a glass was thrown to the floor and the three of them fell silent and now she was back, lying on her bed and running her hands over her face to stop herself from crying miserably.

As if something, or rather someone, had heard her she heard the guitar ring on her phone, a perk of having her own landline that wasn't being listened to by her parents she reached for the phone on her bedside table and pressed answer.

,,Yes? Hello" she said, hoping her voice didn't sound busy, there was a brief silence on the other end before she heard a rustle as if someone was passing the phone round the other end and she said a hurried ,,Hi flower it's me Simon well I thought I might call” he said and she could practically see his smile. Her mood lifted immediately and she sat up.

,,How nice of you to call, it couldn't have come at a better time," she said, only now realising that she was inviting him to ask questions, which of course he promptly did, ,,What? Why? Did something happen?" he asked and she knew that she couldn't back out now, not in front of her parents, not between the cities and not in front of Simon.

But her hesitation had probably got the better of him, ,,Do you know where the mall is? Meet me there in the car park in 20 minutes and we can talk about this perfect timing in peace," he said and hung up, leaving her looking puzzled and yet somehow relieved at her receiver.

Hastily putting on her shoes and grabbing her key, she slipped out of the house - it wouldn't be up at all.

Her father was in his office doing construction work and her mother was asleep in the living room with wine and mints…it was always like that.

Ignoring this, like every time, she hurried out of the house, she knew where the mall was and headed in one direction, it only took her a quarter of an hour on foot, but she took her time.

Playing with her hair only to brush the strands back behind her ear, clipping her earrings back on and taking them off again, Pull yourself together damn it she thought and put her hood down as she walked under a flickering lantern and saw the big building.

But most of all she saw the one car that was parked in the middle and had lights on inside and out, which she ran towards a little faster and this time startled Simon when she knocked on the window and he opened the door for her, ,,There you are at last…I was worried" Simon admitted and she gave him a slightly confused look not knowing if he meant the time, the city or her situation.

Simon hurriedly corrected himself, ,,Worried about everything you thought," he huffed and smiled slightly again which reassured her and she suddenly saw him pull out a small box with sweets stuffed inside as if he was opening a private therapy session just for her.

Thanking him, he took a few sweets and briefly savoured the sweetness of the strawberry, the two fell silent as the radio played and they both realised how ‘intimate’ the situation between them was, ,,Soooo do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked, stuffing a fifth sweet into his mouth which almost threatened to spill out.

She knew it wasn't good to keep something like this a secret, it would only get worse, ,,Family quarrels…my parents are both pretty deluded rich idiots. My dad is only here because he can supposedly drive the economy and my mum only hates it here and all of you. Which isn't true at all, you and the others are the nicest people I've ever met!" she began, looking briefly at Simon, who gave her a sympathetic look and put his hand gently on hers, gesturing for her to continue.

He was there for her, something that important people in her life weren't necessarily, ,,Then something went wrong and I just feel like shit, they have no right to badmouth Shadyside like that. Originally we're from her you know, but soon after I was born we went over and got rich and now we're here again…and the truth Simon, you're the first one here to treat me as an equal and not as a freak among freaks" she finished, feeling the lump in her throat not going away.

She tried not to cry, tried to stay strong, but as Simon held both her hands, the sweet fell to the floor unnoticed and he leaned towards her, she couldn't stop the occasional tear.

,,Who cares if you're from here or there, it doesn't matter, your parents are stupid. You're the important thing for the others…and especially for me, okay? Ever since I saw you that pretty flower with thorns that can take a beating I knew you were the best thing to happen to Shadyside I mean hello a new resident with super info and such determination is a hot one" he said and his calm yet excited voice made her smile slightly how could she not.

Those curls bobbed as he talked to her, the blue eyes that looked at her with such sincerity and appreciation, hands that held her gently stroked soothingly and a forehead that pressed against hers to deliver his every word directly to her.

The silence between them both lingered over the words before she let out a ,,Really?" and got a ,,Really" back just a second later before she felt his lips on hers and he pulled her into a kiss.

A hesitant kiss at first, an understanding between them, not knowing if it was even right, but when she held his hands and Simon felt her brief smile, he intensified the kiss.

She didn't know back and she didn't either, there was no reason other than love between two young adults who had almost stopped for the first time in a dark time and belonged together with only the centre of the car with the gear shift separating them.

A fact in which both of them stopped when they broke away and looked back at the car, which made them both laugh.

,,I guess the car prevents a certain atmosphere," he mumbled and she felt his hold as her fingers played with a blonde strand of hair, he had wiped away her tears with his shirt before and his beautiful flower seemed to be fully blooming again.

Before their gaze went to the back of the car and the warmth shot across both cheeks and they shared another kiss, but most of all it was Simon holding her in his arms, lying in his lap.

Making her realise again and again that she was now one of them and she would never be alone again, so he would stay by her side and seal it with another kiss as even the streetlights seemed to stay on to protect the lovers.

As I said even in Shadyside there was always a light of hope and in this case it was the flower and the witch who would have a happy future or is the curse of the city just waiting for the right moment?

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@potatoesenpaii

[dreamripper]

I needed her to be (a bit) ripped. She skinny af in the anime

I honestly think I won't recover from her. She's my muse. I love her

[carlyraejepsans]

saw your most recent post about really good fics that contain uncomfortable kinks and i immediately thought "ah, biscia must be reading the mpreg soriel fic" and almost left a reply talking about it but i stopped myself because i realized that would be an insane assumption to make. needless to say i felt so vindicated when i saw you link it in an earlier post.

like. HELLO?

HELLO???????