#minor Swan Queen

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Aphrodite Intro Pages

Let us delve into the realm of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, known as the Smile-Loving. She is a divine beauty, Her radiance rivaling that of the heavens, yet Her wrath can be as fierce as the sea She was born from. Emerging from the sea froth of Ouranos' castration, She is hailed as the daughter of Zeus. While She may be a minor deity of the sea, particularly associated with sea foam and creatures like tortoises, turtles, and clams, Her influence extends far beyond, shaping numerous myths and narratives as the Goddess of Passion.

These pages will give you a glimpse into my understanding and reverence of Aphrodite. The content, largely drawn from my grimoire, is a testament to my unique perception and worship of this goddess. However, it's important to note that the altar concept, while significant to me, is a conceptual representation and not a direct reflection of my daily worship. These visuals are crafted with the internet in mind and are highly aesthetic.

55. To Aphrodite (The Orphic Hymns, Athanassakis and Wolkow translation; excerpt)

Heavenly, smiling Aphrodite, praised in many hymns, sea-born revered goddess of generation, you like the night-long revel, you couple lovers at night, O scheming mother of Necessity. Everything comes from you: you have yoked the world, you control all three realms, you give birth to all, to everything in heaven, to everything upon the fruitful earth, to everything in the depths of the sea, O venerable companion of Bacchos. You delight in festivities, O bride-like mother of the Erotes, O Persuasion, whose joy is in the bed of love, secretive giver of grace, visible and invisible, lovely-tressed daughter of a noble father, bridal feast companion of the gods, sceptered, she-wolf, beloved and man-loving, giver of birth and life. Your maddening love-charms yoke mortals, they yoke the many races of beasts to unbridled passion. Come, O goddess born in Kypros: you may be on Olympos, O queen, exulting in the beauty of your face, you may be in Syria, country of fine frankincense you may be driving your golden chariot in the plain, you may lord it over Egypt's fertile river bed. Come, whether you ride your swan-drawn chariot over the sea's billows, joining the creatures of the deep, as they dance in circles, or on the land in the company of the dark-faced nymphs as light-footed they frisk over the sandy beaches, Come lady, even if you are in Kypros that cherishes you, where fair maidens and chaste brides throughout the year sing of you, O blessed one, as they sing of immortal, pure Adonis. Come, O beautiful, O comely goddess, I summon you with holy words, I summon you with a pious soul.

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hi! ;_; i come to you seeking wisdom: do you know of any f/f ships featuring mothers/mother figures? I know persephone/nyx or hekate/selene but i was trying to find others and can't think of any. There's no way there's only two. So i thought I'd ask you since it sounds like something you might know about?

Hi!! sorry this took so long to respond, i wrote the answer out once and then my web browser refreshed on me and i lost all my paragraphs 💀💀💀💀💀

Im going to assume you mean strictly mother/mother pairings (i don't know hekate/selene so don't know what those dynamics are)

Emma Swan/Regina Mills (Once Upon a time) These guys were the top f/f ship on ao3 for years for a reason, they literally share a son BUT ARE MORTAL ENEMIES AS DECREED BY A MAGICAL CURSE. AND THEN THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER. the show is often batshit insane but when you get 13K fics that cover a massive range of plots and are so well written i cant complain. s1 is recommended watching to get into the fic but honestly even just the first half of s1 is probably fine and then a plot summary of the rest. Grace Hansen/Frankie Bergstein (Grace & Frankie) i mean am i not supposed to root for the two women who's husbands cheated on them with each other to then get together?? fic pool has a lot of established older writers in it so the quality is so good and grace is the best non-canon comp het character to ever exist (yes even within the the text of the show, some of the things she does are CRAZY) lmao i guess i can also suggest alicent/rhaenyra from House of the Dragon, but the depends on if you enjoy GoT/HotD things (its milfs with shared history i enjoy them a great deal)

I've a few others that are very minor (lol Queen Lillian/Fairy Godmother anyone) but these are the biggest mother/mother pairings that come to mind that have somewhat of a fandom. I've a few that are single mother/single character that have kids as an important part of the ship but not sure if thats what you're looking for.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: B for Breeding

Summary: You, Swan Maiden of the Lake become King Morpheus's favorite concubine, but it's not enough.

Notes: ~1.7k words, this is just straight-up depressing. Also, don't have a child because you think it would be unconditional love.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it seriously), p in v, minor fingering, unrequited love, toxic love (from both parties honestly), manipulative love, slight AU? I don't really know, angst no comfort

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The grandfather clock strikes 12 when the door to your bedroom opens. He comes, always, on the last strike of midnight. His footsteps are quiet when he enters your space but just loud enough for you to hear him. You sit slowly from your lying position on your large bed. You’re decorated head to toe in silk and lace, just how he likes it. 

The Dream King has one queen that he is devoted to only in marriage. In his spare time, he has six concubines to satisfy his needs whenever he needs them, wherever he needs them. Politics was never a subject you understood much, but you understood enough as to why your parents all but gave you to him when he first saw you. He thought that there was no other creature as beautiful as you. 

The first time he saw you, you were a swan swimming languidly in a pond far off in the Dreaming. When you come to the surface, soft white feathers retract, your neck shortens, and your legs lengthen until you stand naked in your human form. You didn’t even notice the Dream King staring at you as you brushed your wet hair with your fingers and admired your reflection on the pond’s surface. 

From that day forth you were nothing but a concubine in Morpheus’ harem. He showered you in gifts, courted you, and wooed you all in an effort to decrease the sting of missing home. You never came in contact with the other five concubines, unknown to you that they kept their distance on purpose. Their disdain for you comes from spite as jealousy wraps its hands around them like a parasite. You were his majesty’s favorite and each moment he spent with you means less time with them instead. The Queen never visited you either, neither did she the other concubines, insisting she was simply better than common whores. She could produce an heir to the throne, you could not. 

Life in the palace gets lonely, so you learn to latch onto Lord Morpheus quickly. If you performed well then perhaps he will stay the night. Talk to you until your eyes are closed or take you out for more than 10 minutes to walk to the palace gardens. You put on a smile when he comes near you, kneeling by the bed so you two are the same height. 

“My sweetness,” He calls to you and caresses your cheek.

You lean into the touch, starved for attention as you have been stuck in your room for the past few days, alone. He chuckles at your reaction as he retracts, your face chasing him but stops quickly. He keeps his eyes on you when he strips himself of his robes, the fabric creasing against itself as it slumps onto the cold floor. His cold hand comes into contact with your shoulder, wasting no time, as he guides you to lie down under him. 

“Forgive me for neglecting you, my dear,” He murmurs against your soft skin, followed by a bruising kiss to the junction of your neck. You only respond with a whimper, your fists clenching at the satin sheets below you. The love bruises he gave you a few days ago still haven’t healed and new ones always appeared. Your once pure skin is now always stained with his love. 

Your legs rub against each other as you try to satiate the gnawing arousal that is growing in your core. You kept your eyes on him when his fingers traced lightly over your clothed breast. The pleasure of it is just as good as the time before. Good enough to close your eyes and feel it all, but he doesn’t like it when you close your eyes, you remind yourself. 

His hands bring the bottom of your camisole over your hip and the night air hits your legs. He hikes it higher and removes it over your head and throws it on the floor near his clothes. Shivers run down your spine, goosebumps prickling at your thighs and hardening your breasts. Your hands go to his upper arm and squeeze at the muscle underneath. His knee prys your legs apart and pushes onto your cunt, which elicits another whine from you and you grind yourself onto him. 

“Patience, dear,” He whispers, his lips leave your neck, and trail slow kisses down to close his mouth over your tit. 

His hand wanders closer to your core, tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before pressing his palm into your clit. He looks at you again when he does it and a smug smile grows on his face seeing the way your face contorts to his feverish touch. Your hands trail upwards and trace his jawline, admiring his face lovingly. 

His eyes grow darker as his lust continues to grow and you swallow down your fear. You lean your face closer to his, his soft lips within your reach. Lord Morpheus ducks away instead and focuses his attention on giving you more love bites, not bothering to soothe the pain after he clamps his teeth on your skin. You swallow again, willing the loneliness of his actions to the bottom of your stomach, to will it never to show its ugly face again. 

Instead, you run your fingers through his unruly hair as his hands now take your underwear off. He throws it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. This time, when his fingers return, they tease your aroused entrance. The wetness of you aiding him as his fingers enter, your needy cunt sucking the finger in. 

Your breath grows rapid and heavy as his fingers move deliberately, its sole purpose to get you opened and ready for him. He guides your legs and rests one over his hip and presses himself into your core, his arousal slipping across your slit. 

He presses his lips to your collarbone before fully sheathing himself into you, grinning as he feels the way your body trembles underneath him. He doesn’t find the patience to wait and removes his cock and fills you again. Your head is thrown back by the familiar pleasure and you clamp your mouth shut, embarrassed to make noise at such a late hour. 

“No, my treasure,” Morpheus voices with displeasure on the tip of his tongue. “I want you to scream my name. I want everyone in the palace to know who the King’s favorite concubine is. Can you do that for me?”

You nod quickly as another forceful thrust enters you. 

“With words,” He commands, leering down at your flushed body. Your hair was starting to get tangled amongst itself and your lips dry from heavy breath.

“Yes, my King,” You weep out, thoughts preoccupied with what he was giving you and your nails run down his back, leaving red streaks of pleasure across his pale skin. 

The Dream King hums in satisfaction before he turns his attention to your skin again, trying to find unmarked spots to mark you again. Your pleasure becomes overwhelming and almost on the verge of pain. His next stroke hits the deepest part of you and you can’t help the scream that is ripped from your throat. Your cries of ecstasy echoed in the large room and slipped through the hallways of the castle. 

“Mhm, just like that,” He praises and you turn into jelly under his words. He murmurs his worship about your skin, your hair, how beautifully glowing you looked underneath him, skin dewy, and muscles trembling. 

His hand caresses between your two bodies, pressing down on your lower stomach. The action causes your sensual pleasure to increase tenfold and your skin feels feverish. He rubs a small circle just under your stomach and hums above you again. 

“I want to see you round with my child, to see you glow with the effects of pregnancy,” He voices and in the back of your head you’re shaking your head no. 

You knew the consequences of siring a bastard. You may be the King’s favorite but that would not protect you against the wrath of her majesty, the Queen. Yet, another part of you silences the doubt quickly. Your child would be something of both you and the king’s. With a tear sliding down your cheek you wished for your child to love you in a way that Lord Morpheus never would. To give you the attention you deserved, to give you something to love. 

Your body spasms and your cunt clenches as your orgasm comes to you unexpectedly, another wonton cry leaves your lips. Morpheus groans at the sudden tightness before emptying himself into you. The only sound that fills the room is the panting of your heavy breaths. Your arms hang behind his neck again and you look at him with adoration. 

“My king,” You whisper like a prayer to him. “Will you keep true to your wish?”

He cocks an eyebrow at your sudden words. “Do not think too deeply about it, my treasure.” His pet names for you feel empty to you now. 

Your arms drop from his neck at the abrupt change in attitude. You suddenly feel very self-aware of your vulnerable body and cross your arms over your chest to both cover and ground yourself. 

Morpheus removes his body from yours and the cold night air takes his place instead. Your thighs are sore and sticky from your coupling but all it does is make you feel dirty. 

“Your child would be of no use to me, it was only said in the moment.” He picks up his clothes from the floor, leaving yours untouched. 

He leaves you just as he came to you, quietly and without warning. The soft click of the closing door brings you back to the presence. His words hang heavy in the air and swim around your head just like the little tetra that used to swim around your body in the lake. 

Your hand delicately swipes across your lower stomach and you clench your thighs closed. If you hope to become with child this time around, then you wouldn’t need Morpheus. Silent tears run down your cheeks and you hug yourself. 

He wouldn’t spend the night again, leaving you in an empty bed of your combined lovemaking. The satin sheets under you suddenly feel too rough, the air too cold, and the shadows in the room dance as they point and mock at you. 

As if the king could love you back. 

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Is it unhinged of me to say that that gif of Dream crying is hot? No? What's that? I'm just ovulating? Oh, ok.

♡ Yours, Layla

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Project Moon Reading list

this is mt attempt at a comprehensive list of the references in Project Moon Games.

if you have any that arent listed, feel free to share them.

Lobotomy Corporation:

SCP-049 (Plague Doctor) (Speculated)

Portrait of Dorian Grey (Portrait of Another World; Mirror Of Adjustment) (Speculated)

Bible (One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Plague Doctor, Skin Prophecy, Flesh Idol, Burrowing Heaven, Express Train to Hell, Whitenight, Carmen)

Midsummer Nights Dream (Fariy Festival)

[Radio Station] UVB-76//The Buzzer (1.76Mhz)(Speculated)

Necronomicon//General Lovecraft (Skin Prophecy)

Colour from Out of Space (Fragment of the Universe) (speculated; Thematically almost certainly lovecraft inspired)

The Match Girl (Scorched Girl)

Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

The Red Shoes (Red Shoes)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scarecrow searching for wisdom; Warm Hearted Woodsman)

Colour from Out of Space (Child of the Galaxy) (speculative)

The Snow Queen (The Snow Queen)

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (Rudolta of the Sleigh)

[Opera] Der Freischutz (Der Freischutz)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Snow White's Apple)

Alarune (Alriune) (speculative)

The Little Prince (Little Prince)

Little Red Riding Hood (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary; Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

Three Little Pigs (Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

The Six Swans (Dream of a Black Swan) (Speculative)

[Music] Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata (Il Pianta De La Luna, Silent Orchestra)

[Film] Spirited Away (Mountain of Smiling Bodies) (Design) (Speculative)

Wonderlab specific:

Alice's adventures in wonderland (Red Queen)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scaredy Cat and the road home)

The little mermaid (Piscence mermaid)

Midsummer nights dream (Titania)

[Conjecture/Heavy Speculation] Snow Queen or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (Nobody Is)

The very hungry catipilar (Hookah Catipilar)

Rapunzel (Tangle)

Lady in the Lake (White Lake)

Mythology and Folklore:

[Buddhist] Preta (Clouded Monk)

[Celtic] Faerie (Fairy Festival)

[German] Der Freischutz "The Freeshooter" (Der Freischutz)

[German] Doppelganger "Double Walker" (Nothing There) (thematic)

[German] Nachtkrapp "Night raven" (Big Bird) (Speculative; Personally unconvinced)

[Greek] Stymphalian birds (Punishing Bird) (Speculative)

[Greek] Pygmalion//Galatea (Pygmalion)

[Japanese] Baku (Void Dream)

[Japanese] Jubokko "Tree Child" (Grave of Cherry blossoms)

[Jewish] Kabbalah (Tree of life, Malkuth, Yesod, Netzach, Hod, Tifret, Gevurah, Hesed, Chokma, Binah, Keter, Ayin)

[Jewish] Succubus//Incubus (Porccubus)

[Korean] Urban Legend regarding "Grape Welch Soda" (An Opened Can of Welcheers)

[Norse] Yggdrasil (Parasite Tree) (Speculative: Giant Tree Sap)

[Roman] Justicia // Lady Justice (Judgement Bird)

[Roman] Laetitia (Laetitia)

[Russian]  Zhar-ptitsa "The Firebird" (The Firebird)

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Library of Ruina:

Library of Babel

Do Androids dream of electric sheep (Thematic, Achievement name)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (The Adult Who Tells Lies, Scaredy cat and the road home)

The Wonderful Land of oz (Ozma)

Town Musicians of Bremen (The Musicians of Bremen)

The Jaunt (WARP trains)

Nosferatu (Nosferatu)

Macbeth ("And then is Heard no more")

[Film] The hour of the wolf (Tanya)

[tarot] The fool (Jester of Nihil)

[poetry] Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poem (SPB&TP mili song) (thematic)

[poetry] Orlando furioso /& Orlando Innamoratto. (Roland and related cast (Argalia, angelica, etc.))

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Limbus Company

Dante's inferno//The Divine Comedy (Dante & surrounding cast)

The Wings (Yi Sang & co.)

Faust (Faust)

Don Quixote (Don Quixote)

Hell Screen (Ryoshu)

The Stranger//L'etranger//The Outsider (Meursault)

Dream of the red chamber (Hong Lu)

Wuthering Heights (Heathcliff & Co.)

Moby Dick//The Whale (ishmael & Co.)

Crime and Punishment (Rodion & Sonya)

Demian (Sinclair & Co.)

The Odyssey (Outis, Cyclops)

The Metamorphosis (Gregor)

Limbus Company - Minor References:

Peter pan (Smee)

Sherlock Holmes: (Timekilling Time Stage Names)

Scandal in time (Scandal in Bohemia)

A Case of the Gallows (A Case of Identity) (speculative)

The Adventure of three detectives (The Adventure of Three Students)

The White Scarved League (The Red Headed League)

The Clock Tower of Fear (Valley of Fear)

The Final Problem (The Final Problem)

Midsummer night dream (Midwinter Nightmare EGO gift)

The Time Machine (Hubert from TKT) (Speculative)

The Stars (Alfonso and Stephanette)

The Old Man and The Sea (Indigo elder) (Speculative)

Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the WARP express)

Vampire the Masqurade (Casseti) (Speculative)

The Masque of the Red Death (Casseti) (Speculative)

The one who rules (Stage name "the one who lords") (speculative)

Real People:

[person] Agatha Christi (Grade 1 Fixer Agatha)

[person] Kim Sakkat (Bamboo Hatted Kim)

EGO and Abnormalities:

Midsummers Night Dream (Midwinter Nightmare) (EGO gift)

Carmilla (400 roses Anormality) (Carmilla EGO gift)

Metropolis (Resident of Metropolaris) (Speculative)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Ebony Queen's Apple)

Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer (Sandolph)

[Non literary] ichthys (Headless ichthys)

[Folklore] The Green Frog (Blubbering Toad)

[evanpetersgfhihi]

୨⎯ 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷⎯୧

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౨ৎ you can call me elodie (she/her) ^^

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౨ৎ movies: girl interrupted, black swan, thirteen, american psycho, perks of being a wallflower, jennifers body, pearl, buffalo 66, coraline, dead poets society, léon: the professional, the menu, the craft, my girl, i believe in unicorns, ten things i hate about you and literally anything by sofia coppola, tim burton, david fincher, greta gerwig, wes anderson and studio ghibli

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Ready to get kinky, darlings?

My favorite kinks and ways to play as a Submissive:

Masochism

Pain Play

Oral and Face Fucking

Biting, Marking, and Scratching

Bondage

Knife Play

Pet Play

Anal Play

Choking, Breath Play, and Erotic Asphyxiation

Impact Play and Face Slapping

Narratophilia

Exhibitionism

Collaring

CNC

Praise and Degradation

Discipline and Training

Breeding

Manhandling and Overpowering

Worship

Fisting

Group Sex

Intoxication

Quirofilia

Orgasm Control

Ropework

Sensation Play

Sensory Deprivation

Oral Fixation

Somno

Teasing

Voyeurism

Vampirism

Temperature Play

Primal Play

Freeuse

Hand Kink

Voice Kink

Limits/Boundaries

Incest

Mutilation

DDLG

Scat and Piss Play

Racism, Body, Queer, or Gender Shaming

Beastiality

Feeding Kinks

𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗠𝗲❟ 𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝗲

♥︎ My favorite color is vermilion.

♥︎ I love horror movies, gore, and all things spooky.

♥︎ When I'm not dominating my good little pets, I enjoy a variety of interests and hobbies.

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

♥︎ My favorite literature includes

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.

The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

Jaws by Peter Benchley

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Book of the Dead

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

♥︎My favorite movies include (well, some of them, at least)

A Quiet Place

Scream

Saw

Alien

Strangeland

The Uninvited

Interview with a Vampire

Queen of the Damned

The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Black Swan

Pulp Fiction

Guardians of the Galaxy

Van Helsing

Apocalypto

The Phantom of the Opera

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Howl's Moving Castle

Venom

The Bride of Frankenstein

Little Shop of Horrors

Sweeney Todd

47 Meters Down

Catwoman

Jaws

♥︎My favorite shows include (well, some of them, at least)

Deathnote

What We Do in the Shadows

The Addams Family

Arcane

Chainsaw Man

Fullmetal Alchemist

Hazbin Hotel

Invincible

Love, Death, and Robots

MEGALOBOX

Parasyte

Sabrina, The Teenage Witch

Tokyo Ghoul

WandaVision

Westworld

You

♥︎My favorite musicians to listen to (well, some of them, at least)

Clan of Xymox

HIM

Rob Zombie

The 69 Eyes

Alice in Chains

The Killers

Blue Stahli

Arch Enemy

Anthrax

Blind Guardian

Cradle of Filth

The Misfits

Fit for an Autopsy

Funeral for a Friend

Nightwish

Rammstein

Burzum

The Smiths

Kamelot

Dance with the Dead

Razed in Black

Nine Inch Nails

The Birthday Massacre

Otep

Marilyn Manson

Children of Bodom

Korn

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Depeche Mode

Bauhaus

Bile

Ghost

Blink 182

The Cure

Emilie Autumn

Type O Negative

Sisters of Mercy

She Wants Revenge

FAQ

𝚃𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐:

No, I will not send you nudes. If I don't know you, and we've never even talked, don't ask. Save yourself the embarrassment.

Yes, my boobs are real. No work done, all natural.

Yes, that is me in my audio and my PFP.

I am not interested in having a dom or relationship; don't ask.

Yes, I am a switch and do have subs as a domme.

If you're going to take the time to entice me in my inbox, at least take time to scroll through my blog and see what I like. It's not exactly a secret dears, though I won't entertain your efforts if I find you off-putting.

I will not respond to profiles without content. I know what you're doing here, but it won't work.

Jack off, Jack off your partner, do whatever you want with the content here. I don't need to hear every excruciating detail. Have fun.

I am a busy woman, and I don't live on Tumblr. Sometimes, it takes me awhile to get to all my requests and messages. I easily get about 50+, if not more, a day, and I like to respond thoughtfully to each one. Be patient. I'll get to you.

I know how to spot a fake Dom when I see one; if I don't even know you, I'm not interested in being your submissive.

Kink should always be safe, risk-aware, and consensual. While I post many hard kinks, they are always practiced safely. Know that a lot of kink is highly fantasized and exaggerated online for flavor. Do your research, be safe, and be respectful.

If you dm my girls harassing them or are disrespectful to them in any way you will be blocked and they will tell me. I don't take too kindly to people fucking with them, and you'll be lucky you only sit in front of a screen.

No, I won't post nudes or photos of me to this page, I'm not looking to get terminated. Those are saved for a select few who have earned their right to see them.

I think this is everything. So please be respectful and remember kink is supposed to be fun!

Enjoy your time here, loves; I know I will ‪‪❤︎‬

[angelicophie]

౨ৎ ophelia but u can call me ophie 🦌

꒰ა minor

౨ৎ asexual (sex repulsed)

♱ they/she

꒰ა chirstian ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱

౨ৎ what i adore ʚ��ɞ

pink, horror, vintage, angels, saniro & fawns, roblox, anime, manga, books, precious moments, church ..etc

꒰ა my interests

art, animals, poetry, books, psychologically,nature,music fashion, angelology, etc..

౨ৎ my fav music artists

lana del rey, hole, the smiths, the cure, car seat headrest, ethel cain, lesley gore, radio head, princess chelsea, marina and the diamonds, chris garneau, the strokes, fiona apple, grimes, mitski, the cardigans, nirvana, queen ..etc

꒰ა my fav movies / shows

the shinning, black swan, requiem of a dream, midsommar, buffalo ‘66, pearl, X, girl interrupted, priscilla, the virgin suicides, hereditary, the exorcist, scream, the mist, dexter, american horror story, scream queens, skins (uk), nana, chobits,death note , “them” , mysterious skin ..etc

I struggle with my mental health often and i am very shy sometimes so i might not answer quick sometimes or at all but i am not igroning you u fawnies ʚ♡ɞ

images aren’t mine unless stated otherwise ʚ♡ɞ

⇩ my socials 🦌🪽⛪️ ♱

[texasobserver]

From “‘Drag is so Healing’: Austin’s Queens Won’t Back Down” by Digital Editor Kit O'Connell, originally published in the September/October issue of Texas Observer magazine. Photography by Cindy Elizabeth:

In an orange prison jumpsuit and chains, a tall, lean drag queen writhed to a cover of “War Pigs” by Brass Against, which sounds like someone swapped Black Sabbath’s lead singer for a woman and added a highly caffeinated marching band. As she lip-synced, Hermajestie the Hung completed a dramatic strip tease down to an army fatigue jacket and fishnets, all to riotous cheers and a rain of dollar bills. 

It’s April at the Swan Dive on Red River in Austin’s club district, where “Tuesgayz” night LGBTQ+ gatherings—which include “Queereoke” sing-along sessions—are a tradition. For over a year, the Black-led drag troupe Vanguard, with an informal membership of about a dozen performers that includes both drag kings and queens, has opened each show with the same invocation:

“On our stage we proudly proclaim that Black lives matter, trans rights are human rights, no human is illegal, all bodies are beautiful, and my body, my choice.” 

Hermajestie—who described herself as a “postbinary, polyamorous, pansexual pot-smoking parent” and goes by “any pronouns but he/him”—explained later that she started each night the same way because she “realized that once I mention these things, the trash usually takes itself out.” 

(We are using performers’ stage names in this article to protect their privacy.)

Vanguard, she explained, serves as a “declaration and celebration of queer freedom, queer love, queer existence and queer solidarity.” The space she has created is often politically charged. Each night, she recounts the latest legislative attacks on queer rights, urging her audience to get involved. Tuesday’s routine culminated in her holding aloft the severed head of former President Donald Trump and hurling it into the audience (a similar stunt that earned comedian Kathy Griffin public censure shortly after Trump’s election). 

The members of Vanguard represent an evolution in drag. While elder performers were often cisgender, gay men, many of today’s queens are transgender or nonbinary and explore their identity through the art form.

Austin’s drag scene is thriving: From the heart of downtown to the Hill Country, patrons can attend events every day of the week, including late-night revues and brunches on weekends. One monthly show highlights new, amateur queens, another the elders of the community. Drag has made inroads in non-LGBTQ+ spaces as well—queens frequently perform at birthday parties, fundraisers, and, last year, at a new student orientation at the University of Texas at Austin. 

At the same time, drag is under attack. Senate Bill 12, scheduled to go into effect September 1, will levy fines against venues that host performances appealing to an ill-defined “prurient interest in sex” where minors are present; performers could also face up to a year in jail. The legislative affront goes hand-in-hand with protests and harassment from right-wing activists outside of nightclubs and on social media, where drag performers are frequently doxxed. While most performers remain defiant in the face of oppression, the growing pressure leaves them concerned for their future. 

(Editor’s Note: As of September 18, 2023, SB 12 is under a temporary restraining order while a judge rules on a lawsuit led by the ACLU of Texas.)

Read more at the Texas Observer.

[runawaymarbles]

some things that may or may not happen after the ending of Swan Lake

"Odette, now resigned to her existence, bids a sad, lingering farewell to Siegfried. The prince knows that she is gone forever. In utter grief, he is left alone." - Swan Lake (Kent Stowell version) summary

I. Siegfried is left alone. He will always be alone. He dies an old man at the edge of a lake.

II. Siegfried is alone. He will always be alone. He dies a young man in the middle of a lake.

III. Siegfried is alone. He is alone until the night after the party, when a swan appears at his bedroom window. He has never seen the glow of moonlight on her wings before, and the sight makes him cry.

When he opens the shutters, she settles next to him on his featherbed. She can’t cry anymore, but she bops him on the head a few times.

IV. Siegfried is alone, and he cries on the Jester’s lap. The Jester doesn’t think he’s paid enough for this. He certainly doesn’t have a joke prepared for when the crown prince accidentally declares his love to the wrong bird.

The Queen wonders if she can adopt the Jester and marry him off.

V. Siegfried is alone, officially, but he’s never truly alone because there is a swan that follows him everywhere. Anyone who wants to get any business done learns that they are not allowed to question this.

The swan is kind of an asshole, though: she’s especially prone to biting women who look at the prince just a little too long.

VI. Siegfried is alone, entirely, and intends to always be alone. “I will never love again,” he says, to anyone who will listen.

“That will certainly make a much better ballad,” his mother says, “the poets will be thrilled. But we’ve still got a kingdom to run and a dynasty to continue.”

VII. Siegfried is officially not alone, but he’s not happy about it. He has a pet swan who is also not happy about it. And a new wife, who is the least happy of them all.

“The swan stays in the marital chamber during sex,” the prince says.

His wife would find a way to kill him if she wasn’t afraid of said swan pecking her eyes out.

VIII. Siegfried is only sort of alone, and he hasn’t given up: he asks the Jester to promise to love his swan more than any other woman, on the grounds that the Jester has no sisters and has never loved a woman, nor does he intend to. “I don’t think he specified romantic love,” Siegfried says.

The Jester promises to be the bird’s bestie for life, and suddenly the swan is a woman, and there are screams from outside because the swans that have taken up residence along the roof are women now, too.

IX. Siegfried isn’t quite alone, but he isn’t happy, because the Jester promises, and nothing happens. The prince and the swan go off to cry again. The Jester asks the Queen for a raise.

X. Siegfried is alone. He changes his crest to one that shows a swan, wings spread above a blue square lake. He rules his kingdom, as fairly as one can ever be while wielding absolute authority, but spends the rest of his life watching the sky. He dies alone on a bed made of straw.

XI. Siegfried is alone. One day, a friend points out some swans to him, but he refuses to look at them.

“The form of a swan is a prison and a curse,” he says. “What if that’s not what they’re supposed to be?”

He bans all depictions of swans from the kingdom.

XII. Siegfried is alone, or he isn’t. Either way, he becomes a vegetarian.

XIII. Siegfried is alone. But he has loved, now, and he knows how to do it again. One day, he manages to move on.

He teaches his daughter everything he has been able to learn about preventing curses.

XIV. Siegfried is alone. He fucks the Jester.

XV. Siegfried is alone. A few years later, he learns that a minor noble some forty miles away has a beautiful new wife and two dozen new maidservants. Nobody is sure where they all came from.

But Siegfried knows, and he cries, and he is happy for her.

XVI. Siegfried isn’t alone. He gifts the swan that follows him around the fluffiest pillows. Demand she be paid the choicest foods. The jokes and rumors abound, but he ignores them.

Sometimes servants will hear him talking to the swan as though she’s a person. Sometimes they swear there’s a pattern to her honks, like she’s answering him.

XVII. Siegfried is alone, although he treats his pet swan like a queen. Sometimes, the servants will hear him talking to her.

“Can you still understand me?” he asks. “Odette. Please. Tap my hand if you understand me.”

The swan doesn’t move, until the prince offers more shrimp.

XVIII. Siegfried isn’t alone, until he is. Because swans mate for life, but that life is only a decade or so. When she dies, he calls for a week of mourning throughout the kingdom.

And when she dies, there’s a part of him—a part that he hates—that feels free.

XIX. Siegfried isn’t alone. Because Von Rothbart is defeated, somewhere. Maybe he cursed the wrong princess. Maybe he fell and broke his hip. All anyone know for sure is that one morning, there is a woman lying on the cushions reserved for the swan.

Salad and shellfish go out of favor, as the new queen refuses to eat them.

XX. Siegfried is alone, until a woman shows up at the castle. She’s wearing a white dress splattered with blood, and carrying what appears to be the severed wing of a giant owl. The prince mounts it on the wall above their thrones.

XXI. They live happily ever after.

XXII. Or, they don’t.

[lizzygrantdoll]

here’s some things about me

♡ my name’s Aria

♡ i’m a minor, so creepy old men dni

♡ languages: english and french

♡ favorite movies & series : the virgin suicides, skins uk, pretty little liars, baby, gone girl, girl interrupted, black swan, scream queens, the end of the fucking world, i believe in unicorns, maid, last night in soho, palo alto, the lost flowers of alice hart, american horror story

♡ music taste: lana del rey, mazzy star, fiona apple, taylor swift, hole, marina, gracie abrams, remy bond, ethel cain

♡ people: lana, lily rose depp, kate moss, taissa farmiga, jake gyllenhaal, alana champion, anya taylor joy, sofia coppola, taylor swift, kirsten dunst, elle fanning, margaret qualley, karissa love, kristine froseth, audrey hepburn, fiona apple

♡ favorite lana songs: put me in a movie, swan song, white mustang, flipside, ultraviolence, love song, without you, if you lie down with me, dark but just a game, yayo

[ballerinaonherhoneymoon]

୨written by jane austen, sung by lana, directed by sofia coppola୧

♡-my birthday is on the 24th of november, infj, saggitarius, italian

♡-stuck in 2014 and obsessed with fall, victoria secret fashion shows, dark red nail polish and lana

♡-minor(so if you are a creepy old man don't interact with me for any reason.)

♡-favorite colours: blood and cherry red, baby pink, navy blue, white

♡-music taste: lana, ariana, melanie, taylor and olivia; I also listen to michael jackson, the smiths, jeff buckley, queen, david bowie, cigarettes after sex, billie eilish, tv girl, the cardigans, elvis presley, mazzy star, air, mac de marco and more

♡-films I love: the wizard of oz(1939), the bling ring, barbie of swan lake, the virgin suicides, priscilla, the twilight saga, elvis, clueless, breakfast at tiffany's, roman holiday, pride and prejudice, marie antoinette, girl interrupted, black swan, sense and sensibility, fight club, gone girl, 10 things I hate about you, the great gatsby, legally blonde, the devil wears prada, lolita, jennifer's body, mamma mia, grease, buffalo '66, sabrina, american psycho, mean girls, come tu mi vuoi, dirty dancing, the harry potter saga, notting hill, coraline

♡-favorite tv series: nana, gilmore girls, gossip girl, the vampire diaries, skins uk

♡-second account: @vs-angel333

[olderthannetfic]

Just like a small question based on that one ask, but... might the lack of brown/black men in popular M/M ships have to do with people trying really hard not to be racist so they just... never feature black/brown men? Because I know several F/F ships with brown/black women, but I can't remember a single M/M or even M/F with a black/brown male love interest... well, maybe Link/Gan or Zelda/Gan? But besides that one... nothing rings a notable bell.

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There are more than that, anon, even if there aren't a lot.

If we're talking about AO3, Link/Gan has 785 works. Finnpoe has 8,636. Sam/Bucky has 10,591. Do you just not watch live action media?

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Part of it is "I don't know. I just don't find them hot for some reason..."-style racism. That can shift with time and exposure but there's no instant fix even if someone is interested in changing their own tastes.

Part of it is being instantly screamed at and held to higher standards. (And yes, no matter how much people want to whine and say this isn't true, it is true, and anyone who goes ahead and writes despite the haters will tell you so.)

Part of it is fear of messing up above and beyond fear of reactions. Personally, I think this is toxic white guilt-flavor time-wasting and it's better to try and fail than not try, but it's a massive factor in what some people choose to write.

A lot of it is simply the composition of the mega-franchises that tend to generate the ships with bajillions of works. If we're looking at AO3 circles, the biggest f/f ships are not that big. If you look at m/m ships of the same size, there are some with some guy who is not white and not a pale-skinned Asian.

Here's the AO3 f/f tag where you can directly see what's big in the sidebar.

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (20389)

Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan (15516)

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) (14062)

Clarke Griffin/Lexa (12661)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (11492)

Adora/Catra (She-Ra) (10855)

Amity Blight/Luz Noceda (9751)

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (7913)

Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long (7205)

Korra/Asami Sato (6866)

If we exclude nonspecific tags and misplaced dudes, we add:

Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (6127)

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (6120)

Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught (5738)

Luz Noceda and Korra have darker skin. Lana Parrilla is Latina, but is Regina Mills? This isn't exactly some paradise for the diversity you're talking about.

Here's the M/M tag:

Castiel/Dean Winchester (107699)

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (68231)

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (65757)

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (64761)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (59546)

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) (48169)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (47119)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (43665)

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (41631)

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (40374)

Let's exclude some things and see what we get as we head towards the 5-20k range.

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (38445)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V (36025)

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn (35907)

Keith/Lance (Voltron) (31634)

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester (30488)

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (29568)

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) (28959)

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (28191)

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (27775)

Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou (27193)

Well, we've got Lance. (*shudder*) He's one of the most distasteful and useless stock character types in episode one and is the reason I never bothered to touch Voltron again, but his fans are certainly loud enough about him being Latino.

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (26087)

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) (26058)

Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) (21900)

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (21897)

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) (21296)

Original Male Character/Original Male Character (21035)

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (20224)

James T. Kirk/Spock (18810)

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (18703)

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin (18147)

Eddie Diaz is Latino.

Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel (17787)

Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager (16950)

Dan Howell/Phil Lester (16818)

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier (16229)

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (16193)

Harry Potter/Severus Snape (15551)

Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich (15539)

Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki (14990)

Keith/Shiro (Voltron) (14816)

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio (14780)

We've got the Taika Waititi thirsters in this cohort.

Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (14413)

Rodney McKay/John Sheppard (14209)

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto (13135)

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) (13016)

Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know (12962)

Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto (12878)

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic (12817)

Loki/Thor (Marvel) (12767)

Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren (12391)

Frank Iero/Gerard Way (12146)

Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams (12050)

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (12002)

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga (11898)

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga (11352)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin (11101)

Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith (11088)

Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (11083)

Loki/Tony Stark (10699)

Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) (10523)

Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin (10415)

Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield (10312)

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard (10211)

Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi (9950)

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne (9944)

Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee (9763)

Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington (9686)

Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru (9625)

Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol (9471)

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski (9367)

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (9359)

Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist (9347)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (9317)

Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji (9186)

Wang Yi Bo/Xiao Zhan | Sean (8973)

Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg (8785)

Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks (8710)

Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) (8657)

Peter Parker/Tony Stark (8607)

Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto (8588)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson (8522)

Only here are we finally getting down to the range where a lot of the big f/f ships on AO3 hang out, and here's Sam/Bucky, which is frankly not a small pairing at all unless you only mean in comparison to Stucky.

I'll stop there for m/m since these numbers are getting pretty distorted by me filtering out everything higher up, but you get the idea. Even that wretched Old Guard fandom couldn't completely kill off its ship, though then we get into how you're defining your terms and how much actual skin tone matters.

Here's f/m on AO3:

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug (32122)

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (26417)

Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) (23498)

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (23403)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (18497)

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (18142)

Kylo Ren/Rey (15915)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (15200)

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (14547)

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley (13843)

Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin (13551)

Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (13145)

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak (11318)

Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan (11031)

Castiel/Dean Winchester (10851)

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth (9236)

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (9152)

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (9141)

Other Relationship Tags to Be Added (9108)

Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper (9046)

Bellamy Blake's actor is Filipino, isn't he? I remember race wank.

I don't see anything particularly significant until we get further down the listings, but there are definitely smaller fandoms like Leverage where everybody loves and ships the black guy.

I mean, yes, clearly, media does have a bias against darker skin, and the darker the skin, the bigger the bias. This bias may be exacerbated by fandom, but in a lot of cases, it just seems to be replicated at about the same level.

That pattern notwithstanding, it seems like you just haven't heard of a lot of ships.

[v1olet-h4rm0n]

my blog ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

hi, my name is violet. i’m dead, boo. 👻

keep on reading, or don’t… i couldn’t care less.

about me ;

i really really hate capital letters. i’m from the uk and while don’t feel comfortable specifying my age, i am a minor. below are some of my favourite things if you’re interested.

>>> musicians >>>

lana del rey, ethel cain, billie eilish, hole, nirvana, fiona apple, she wants revenge, radiohead, deftones, lady gaga.

>>> films >>>

coraline, girl interrupted, donnie darko, scott pilgrim vs. the world, priscilla, but i’m a cheerleader!, saw (2004), the virgin suicides, american animals, edward scissorhands, pearl, nightmare on elm street, black swan, american psycho, the bling ring, saltburn, corpse bride, the conjuring, to the bone, friday the 13th, jennifer’s body, the perks of being a wallflower, bones and all, i tonya, heathers, speak, lilya 4 ever.

>>> shows >>>

american horror story, skins uk, the end of the fucking world, criminal minds, buffy the vampire slayer, scream queens.

>>> books >>>

wuthering heights, little women, violet bent backwards over the grass, frankenstein, crime and punishment, the bell jar, my year of rest and relaxation, the diary of an oxygen thief, the secret history, pride and prejudice, dracula, lolita, yellow wallpaper, a certain hunger, valley of the dolls, the picture of dorian grey.

>>> content creators >>>

kubz scouts, caseoh, sinjin drowning, markiplier, italianbach, jschlatt, coryxkenshin (come back dude), average harry.

>>> games >>>

roblox, resident evil, silent hill, fnaf, the walking dead, minecraft.

>>> other >>>

baking, cherry stained lips, staying up late, diet coke, sanrio, autumn, shopping, my little pony, evan peters, monster high, kitties, baggy leather jackets, french fries, ice cubes.

dni list ;

- racists, homophobes, transphobes, abelists, etc.

- creeps.

- people who are mean for legit no reason and can’t handle people having fun on the internet.

- pro-shippers.

if you made it to the end, hey thanks for reading all that yap. :)

[namesforwriters]

Mythology Inspired Names: Ancient Greek (masc)

Achilles ~ Greek, meaning "grief," "distress," "he who has people in distress."

One of the most famous of all Greek heroes, Achilles famously gained invulnerability as a baby which aided him as an incredible warrior. Achilles slew Hector in the Trojan War as revenge for killing his lover, Patroclus, but Achilles' rage was so strong the gods intervened, and Achilles was killed by an arrow to his one weak spot, his heel. pronunciation: ah-kill-eez

Adonis ~ Greek, meaning "lord."

Considered an ideal of male beauty in classical antiquity, Adonis achieved immortality after being killed by a wild boar in a hunting trip. His blood mingled with the tears of Aphrodite, who wept over him, from which a red flower grew. Sometimes an anemone flower, other times a red rose. pronunciation: ah-don-is

Aion ~ Greek, potentially meaning "path."

In Greek mythology, Aion was a minor deity and the god of cyclical time; the passing of the year, the zodiac, the recurrance of eternal time. He was later associated with mystery religions. pronunciation: ai-on (I-on)

Apollo ~ Greek, meaning "to destroy," "redemption."

Apollo is one of the twelve Olympians and is the god of archery, the sun, prophecy, music, healing, disease, light, and poetry. Twin to Artemis, Apollo is also well-known for experiencing tragedy in love. pronunciation: ah-pahl-low

Ares ~ Greek, meaning "bane," "warlike," "ruin."

Another of the twelve Olympian gods, Ares is the god of war and courage. He is the patron of the Amazons, and is known for both incredible violence and savagery as well as valor and honor. His most famous lover is Aphrodite. pronunciation: air-eez

Argo ~ Greek, meaning "swift."

Argo was the name of a ship from Greek mythology. It was the name of the ship Jason sailed on during his quest to retrive the Golden Fleece. pronunciation: ar-go

Atlas ~ Greek, meaning "enduring," "to hold."

Atlas is a Titan associated with celestial spheres and the creation of astronomy. After the war between the gods and Titans, Atlas was punished and condemned to hold the weight of the sky for eternity. pronunciation: at-les, at-lahs

Castor ~ Greek, meaning "beaver."

Castor and his twin, Pollux, are the half-brother children of Leda, a Spartan queen. Castor was born to a mortal father, while Zeus fathered the divine Pollux as a swan. Castor, along with Pollux, was transformed into a constellation named Gemini, meaning "twins." pronunciation: kas-ter

Damon ~ Greek, meaning "one who tames."

Damon is a mortal man from Greek mythology who, along with Pythias, is shown to be an ideal of friendship. When Pythias is accused of plotting against the tyrannical king, Dionysus I, Pythias asked for the chance to get his affairs in order. Dionysus I agreed, as long as Damon stayed behind as a hostage. If Pythias didn't return, Damon would be killed in his stead. Pythias returned, and Dionysus I released them both, impressed by their bond. pronunciation: day-men

Eros ~ Greek, meaning "desire," "love."

In some myths, Eros is a primordial god. In others, he is the son of Aphrodite and Ares. In all, he is the god of love, desire, lust, and sex. He is better known by his roman name "Cupid." He is usually depicted with wings and a bow and arrow. pronunciation: air-ohs, air-os

Hades ~ Greek, meaning "the unseen one."

Never an Olympian, but an incredibly powerful, major god nonetheless, Hades is King of the Underworld and lord of the dead. He is usually depicted with a helm, a two-pronged spear, and his three-headed hound Cerberus. pronunciation: hey-deez

Hector ~ Greek, meaning "to hold," "holding fast."

Hector was the strongest warrior in Troy and fought in and led armies in the Trojan War. Despite his skill in war, Hector was described as "peace-hearted." He was eventually slain by Achilles. pronunciation: hek-ter

Helios ~ Greek, meaning "sun," "warming."

In the Ancient Greek faith, Helios is the original god of the sun and brother to Selene, goddess of the moon. He is largely identified with, and later seemingly replaced with Apollo. His Roman counterpart is Sol. pronunciation: hee-lee-ohs, hee-lee-os

Hermes ~ Greek, meaning "stone heap."

Best known as the herald and messenger of the gods, Hermes is one of the twelve Olympians. He is also the god of travelers, merchants, thieves, messengers, mischief, athletes, and speed. pronunciation: her-meez

Homer ~ Greek, meaning "security."

The name of the famous Greek poet who credited as the author of both The Iliad and The Odyssey, which tell of the Trojan War and the ten-year journey of Odysseus back to his home in Ithaca after the fall of Troy. pronunciation: ho-mer

Hyacinthus ~ Greek, meaning "hyacinth."

Hyacinthus was the son of the muse Clio. He was gentle and clever and loved by both Apollo and the god of the west wind, Zephyrus, who accidentally killed Hyacinthus out of jealousy. Apollo wept for him and created a flower to memorialize his lost love. pronunciation: hi-ah-sin-this, hi-ah-sin-thus

Icarus ~ Greek, meaning "follower."

Icarus is best known for his death. Icarus was the son of Daedalus, a master craftsman and architect of the Labyrinth, in which they both had been trapped by King Minos. To escape, they both strapped wings made from feathers and wax to themselves. They escaped, but Icarus flew too high, and the wax melted in the heat of the sun, resulting in Icarus' fall and death. pronunciation: ih-cah-ris

Jason ~ Greek, meaning "healer."

Descended from Hermes, Jason was the leader of the Argonauts and a hero famous for finding the Golden Fleece. Originally married to Medea, Jason later left her, losing the favor of the goddess Hera. Jason's successes would eventually lead to the establishment of Rome. pronunciation: jay-sen

Leander ~ Greek, meaning "lion man."

Leander was a mortal man from Abydos who fell for Hero, a priestess of Aphrodite, from across the strait. Every night, Leander would swim across the strait to be with her, and Hero would illuminate the top of her tower so he knew the one. One winter, a wind blew out the light, and he died. Hero threw herself off the tower to join him. pronunciation: lee-an-der

Minos ~ Greek, meaning "king."

The King of Crete and a prideful man, Minos was the son of Zeus. After his wife gave birth to a man-bull hybrid, Minos had the Labyrinth built in which he could hide the Minotaur. Every nine years he sent seven boys and seven girls into it to be eaten by the monster. He became a judge of the dead in the Underworld after his death. pronunciation: mine-ohs

Notus ~ Greek, meaning "south."

Notus is the god of the southern wind. Largely associated with heat, but also the coming of rain and mist, his brothers are Boreas, Zephyrus, and Eurus. pronunciation: no-tus, no-tos

Orion ~ Greek, "rising in the sky," "dawning."

In Greek mythology, Orion was a great, giant hunter who earned the favor of Artemis. In some myths, he is killed by Artemis as well. In others, he is killed by a giant scorpion. Either way, his story ends in death and he is transformed into a constellation. pronunciation: oh-rye-en

Orpheus ~ Greek, meaning "orphan," "best voice."

Orpheus was a Greek hero who helped Jason on his quest for the Golden Fleece. Following the quest, Orpheus journeyed to the Underworld to recover his love wife, Eurydice. Orpheus was an amazing musician. pronunciation: or-phee-us

Perseus ~ Greek, meaning "to destroy"

The Greek hero Perseus is most famous for his defeat of the gorgon Medusa, by decapitating her. Also famous for slaying the sea monster Cetus, Perseus was the son of Zeus and would go on to establish Mycenae. pronunciation: per-see-us

Pollux ~ Greek, meaning "very sweet."

Pollux was born to the Spartan queen Leda and Zeus disguised as a swan. His half-brother and twin Castor was born mortal, while Pollux was born divine. Pollux asked Zeus to share his immortality with Castor after he was fatally wounded, and the two were transformed into the Gemini constellation. pronunciation: pah-lux

Prometheus ~ Greek, meaning "forethought."

The myth of Prometheus describes him as the gifter of fire. Despite orders from Zeus, Prometheus gave the gift of fire to humanity and is the father of technology, civilization, and knowledge. Zeus punished him to be bound to a rock, and every day an eagle would peck out and eat his liver. pronunciation: pro-mee-thee-us

Proteus ~ Greek, meaning "first," "firstborn," "versatile."

Dubbed the "Old Man of the Sea" by the poet Homer, Proteus was an elusive and prophetic sea god. Proteus would only answer the questions of those who managed to capture him. pronunciation: pro-tee-us

Styx ~ Greek, meaning "shuddering."

Styx is the name of one of the rivers in the Underworld. To cross it is to cross into the Underworld. Styx is also the name upon which the gods swear their most solemn oaths. Styx is gender-neutral. pronunciation: stix

Theseus ~ Greek, meaning "to set," "institution."

A great hero, Theseus was also a king of Athens. Most well-known for killing the Minotaur, Theseus married the Cretan princess Phaedra after abandoning Ariadne. pronunciation: thee-see-us

Titan ~ Greek, meaning "defender."

The Titans were a generation of divine beings born to Gaia and Uranus, the primordial deities of earth and sky. Predecessors to the gods, the most famous Titan was the trecherous Kronos, lord of time. pronunciation: tie-ten

Triton ~ Greek, meaning "sea god."

Triton was the divine son of the Olympian Poseidon and his queen Amphitrite. Largely functioning as his father's messenger, Triton is usually depicted as a merman. pronunciation: try-ton

Troy ~ Greek, meaning "water," "soldier."

Troy was a great city located in modern-day Turkey and the site of the mythological Trojan War, fought between the Greek forces under Agamemnon of Mycenae and the Trojan forces under Priam of Troy. The Greek gods were also divided during the war. pronunciation: troi

Typhon ~ Greek, meaning "child of Titans."

One of the most deadly, dangerous monsters in all Greek mythology, Typhon was a giant who attempted to overthrow Zeus and the gods. Many of Greek mythologies monsters were born to him and his wife Echidna. pronunciation: tie-phon

Zeus ~ Greek, meaning "sky father."

Lord of the skies and king of the gods, Zeus is the chief of the Olympians. His wife is Hera and his brothers are Poseidon and Hades. Zeus is the father of many other Olympians and gods, as well as some of the most famous Greek heroes, including Perseus and Heracles. pronunciation: zoos

Zephyrus ~ Greek, meaning "westerly wind."

Zephryus is one of the four wind gods and lord of the western wind. Known for being gentle and bringing about the flowers of springtime, Zephyrus fell in love with Hyacinthus and accidentally killed him out of jealousy when Hyacinthus spent more time with Apollo. pronunciation: zeh-ph-er-us

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[sweetcloverheart]

Clover Rants Miraculously: No Victory For The Simple Soul

(Full disclosure - this is a vent post more than analysis so don’t expect anything deep)

I feel the S5 finale highlights the biggest and most glaring issue that this and the last three seasons have had - Marinette (and by extension Adrien and the rest) not being allowed meaningful victories.

The entire point of a finale battle (specifically one that has your main villain giving his Swan Song) is that the character gains something at the end of it. Even if the battle ends with the loss of a friend or the MC no longer having access to their extra helpful powerup/superform, it’s not supposed to be a complete defeat - they’re supposed to learn something and resolve themselves to do better, or gain a new insight into the villain and go investigate their new lead, or promise to never allow another loss like what they faced again.

Miraculous doesn’t have that in their finale battles. All of them always end with Mari and co taking the bigger loss compared to Gabemoth, and it’s never in a way that’s used to either foster character growth or drive towards a meaningful story development. In fact, the loss only seems to happen because the writers need them to lose so Gabe looks like a bigger threat than he is, and then do nothing with it. They do it all the time -

Miracle Queen - Fu’s removal causes Mari considerable stress over having to do Guardian work solo now and needed to reach out to the temps more often as she unconsciously pushes Chat away. Aside from Alya and the Anti-Akuma charms (which are then rendered worthless by the introduction of Mega-Akuma), Mari gets nothing out of his departure except having to accept she can’t date while being a superhero (unless it’s Adrien, and even that still has issues the show won’t address) and constantly having to babysit the Kwami. She doesn’t even get help in the form of backup mentor!Su Han.There’s nothing positive gained out of having to deal with no longer having a mentor to guide her, and eventually, the loss of him is forgotten all together.

Risk/Strikeback - Marinette losing all the Kwami after getting tricked by Felix gets her a mental breakdown, a broken heart after trying to pursue Chat, and even more stress as she basically has the lives and freedom of three characters shoved into her hands with no one able to help her. She doesn’t gain a new power or new ally like last time either, which just serves to further put her against the wall. Hell, her eventual “life saving powerup” doesn’t even come from being directly cornered by the main villain, but from being faced by the spoiled brat bully he’s manipulating and deciding “Actually we aren’t detransforming anymore”. Meanwhile, the peak of her “character arc” for her civilian life is highly reliant on a newly introduced character that wasn’t even built up to and a recton episode that just serves to put every questionable act the writers had her engage in in a bad light just so they can foist responsibility of whatever flaws the fans complained about onto another character (as opposed to just going “yeah, but I got better” and moving on). She lost so much, but got very little out of it in the end.

Even when taking down her minor antags, Marinette gets nothing out of the deal - “Revolution” had her finally get the chance shut down Chloe for good and show she had no power over her, but by that point Chloe had become kind of pathetic in terms of villainy (not to mention her being the pawn of a bigger scheme that allowed the real masterminds to flee judgement) and Mari’s been dunking on her since episode 1 anyways, so it really wasn’t all that satisfying from a cathartic standpoint, nor does she gain anything character wise. Meanwhile, Lila getting exposed did nothing to really impede or harm her, and now she’s out in the wild with her 800+ fake families and the Butterfly miraculous, so what was really even the point of Marinette’s bathroom plan?

And then there’s “Recreation” and Gabriel - who gets to have his wish, his comatose wife alive, his son no longer (rightfully) hating his guts, the city adoring him, a goddamn statue, being credited for the city turning into a “utopia”, and all sorts of praises and perks he didn’t even earn/deserve, all at the small cost of his death and the plot forcing Marinette to keep her mouth shut for him. Gabriel gets to have everything he’s been throwing a tantrum over for 5 full seasons, while Marinette once again gets nothing (actually no, she did gain something - tons and tons of fandom salt aimed at her for the writers choices) as she’s forced to take on the burden of hiding his crimes.

and it just makes me feel we wasted our time with the story because seriously, what was the point? Why have Marinette lose when this should have been the point where all her losses so far helped her achieve victory when it matters most? Why let Gabriel win and reward him for all his abuses and crimes when the entire story seemed to be building up to getting him to either accept Emilie’s death or be forced to face the consequences of his choices? Why be building up that conflict between Adrien and his father about his wants and needs vs Gabriel’s constantly escalating expectations and not have them confront eachother in the end? Why focus so much on the idea of Mari finally getting the butterfly away from Gabriel if you’re just going to just give it to a new (old) villain and render the entire 5 season long battle for it pointless?

What was even the point in Marinette suffering all those defeats if you weren’t even going to let her win at the end, or at least stop Gabriel from getting what he wanted?

I’ll admit the leaks didn’t raise my expectations for this season but DAMNIT, after seeing them actually change stuff like Andre terrible dialogue in “Collusion” (though what he ends up saying is worse somehow), I expected something to prove it was going to be worth it in the end - and yet just like Mari, I’m venomed in the back by the show for daring having some expectation for them to actually care about making their Heroine’s suffering actually matter!

[salimanderwrites]

The Queen's Request Pt.1

Conqueror Bakugo x Reader

Dark Content 18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Dark content

TW: Dubcon/ noncon, violence, blood, panic and fear, dissociating, talk of war and violence, described animal abuse, implied rape of others, 

CW: Bakugo is mean with words, coercion, Reader is a hostage, 

word count: 3.9k

Part 1 Part 2

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Amidst the squabbles and muck of your court, you sat alone on your throne. Barely a year into your reign and half the people here had betrayed you. Made arrangements, moved their families to Kingdoms further west as rumors of him encircled the land. Your fingertips drummed against the oak armrest, your knight tightened the grip on his sword. A squire hurried into the room, he eyed and approached Duke Sarmion, a Duke who had given your father trouble, and now strutted your halls with a smugness that made you ill. He had the trust of his wisdom, his years surviving court. You were a silly girl in their eyes and now, they were on the precipice of being proven right. The Duke’s hand covers his mouth, he hunches slightly. Laughing, they were laughing at you. You haven’t slept in two days. When news of your land’s forests being burned reached the castle, they had already raided towns and his armies nestled themselves in your people’s houses. These invaders would not face an army, but instead farm boys, mercenaries who cared about their home, and brave fools. It was all your fault and they had the gaul to laugh. 

“Would you care to share the news with the court, Lord Sarmion,” you raise your voice, concealing the justified shake to it. If these are your final moments as leader, or alive, then you hoped to face it with the dignity your father had seen in you. 

“No, your Majesty. I don’t believe it would be pleasing to hear.” He bows slightly, his hands shaking. He doesn’t rise again, doesn’t dare meet your eyes. Had you miscalculated something? “I do not wish to be pleased. What news do you have?” You stand now, rage beneath your skin and fear in your hair as it sticks to your neck. The green tapestries with flowers, antelope, and black swans you had commissioned and found comfort in, now reminded you of how easily wool burns. You should have kept your father's shields and swords, decorations with no one to wield them, but might have made you look taller, braver. The cobble room collapsed in on you, your breathing shuttered, and the ground no longer belonged to you. The Duke’s voice rose and gasps followed. 

“Your Highness’s doves have been slaughtered.” You sink back into your chair. The court erupts in murmurs, watching your crestfallen face. Your poor, gentle doves. The ones your father gifted to you shortly before he died. The ones everyone had hoped would be released when you married. “Those vile monsters roasted them as a feast, their sick homage to a perverted God.” He cannot stop his ramblings, even as his words lose meaning, his voice grows in sound. Bouncing off the walls, melding together with the heirloom vases, the gifted carpet from the already conquered Tisai Kingdom to the North, and landing on the antelope. 

This affectionate creature, you used to watch when the morning dew was fresh and the light so little that they mistook you for their own. The stream sang in the distance, the birds joined in the lullabye. The antelope slowly staggering toward you as if you were one of their young who had not yet learned to walk. Only learning the truth when you raised your hands and stroked their neck and looked into their eyes. You were not one of them and yet, in a field of wildflowers, all was right until finally the cock crowed. 

A piercing shriek plummets on you. A man’s hand tangled in the Duke’s hair, his eyes rolled back and blood dripping down from his nose, his mouth, down to the sword bulging out of his stomach. You don’t have time to yell or stumble to your feet. The man draws back his sword and snatches the handkerchief of a stone-still Lady. He wipes down his sword, relishes the silence, before footsteps fill the void. Hard and multiplying, your hall fills with men smiling and cheering. Some were already grabbing for the women, a few of the men, forcing the rest to their knees. You watched it all, helpless. Get it over with, you thought, end it already. Nothing prepared you to see him in the flesh.

The hulking gait of a warrior, the confidence and surety of a conqueror. Katsuki Bakugo was as the rumors said. Blonde hair and angry red eyes fixated on you. Your bodyguard stepped forward and dropped before he unsheathed his sword. His blood unfazed for a  man standing before a Queen. 

You shook, your feet retreating from the blood creeping toward you. The inevitable arrival staining your pink shoes. You try desperately to kick it off, gathering your feet on your chair to get away. Between the pounding in your ears, you hear his voice. Gruff and booming words of victory to his men. 

“You all did well. For many of you this was your first battle, a taste of glory, but when we return, you will have earned your place in my armies. Onto better and bigger lands.” The crowd shouts in triumph. You finally look out and see the youth in many of their faces, no marks in their leather to signify victories. You let out a shuddering breath and curl further into yourself, your court cannot look at you. "Enjoy your spoils, just don't kill anyone because you’re impatient. Plenty to go around. Servants, start on a feast for tonight.” He smiles and turns as the chaos begins. Screams and laughter dancing in the room, down the halls, echoing. Fabric ripping startles you out of your cocoon, looking up to see the conqueror reaching out for you. You back away in your stool, but there was nowhere to go. He grabs your arm and yanks you forward into his arms. Hoisting you up and over his shoulder. A loud cheer resounds and chants of your captor’s name hound you as he carries you into the hallway leading to your wing of the castle. Perhaps a servant leads him, you don't dare to check, hanging your head in defeat. You did nothing. What would your father think? Could he have done any different? You resent all of it. People were suffering because of you and now, you were just going to lie still and take it? It stung your cheeks and burned in your stomach. You can’t die like this. You were still a Queen. 

Placing your hands on his back, you push your torso up. 

“Let go of me,” you say, your voice quiet and distant. He doesn’t respond and continues to desecrate your home with his presence. “I said let me go.” You hit his back and he huffs. Behind you a door opens and Bakugo takes his time entering your living quarters. Another source of shame that this unworthy man can see your life as if he was entitled to it. The soft pink carpets and marble statues. Colorful fans and your table aligned with discarded necklaces, an empty tea cup, an open book, a stack of unopened ones, the flower reef you were working on, and the painting set up before the window streaming in sunlight. He hadn’t even waited until the cover of night to take everything from you. No, you had to face your downfall. Another embarrassment he carelessly bestowed on you. The man drops you onto your sofa. Stepping back to watch you laid out before him, but you don’t let him linger clambering to your feet. 

“How could you do this? You barbarian, we have done nothing to you or your people,” you yell at him. He stands up straighter in response, glares done at you, his jaw ticking. “You monster, you’ve burned our land, killed my people, for what? A military exercise, you vile–”

“And yet you live,” he says, turning to the servant left in the room, “We’ll have wine.” He turns back to you knowing the boy was scurrying out to fulfill his orders. A taunting smile, he nods toward your couch, “Sit.” You don’t respond, instead seething while he casually shrugs and sits on your couch. “Suit yourself, but I will be making myself comfortable. Since this is my castle now, my land that I can do whatever I want with.” 

“You overestimate yourself, my people will not just kneel down and beg you to rule them. I am their Queen.” He still sits with his infuriating smile. 

“You’ve heard of me,” he says plainly. “You must have, so you should also know what I do to the leaders of the lands that join my kingdom.” You tense up, flinching at the tales you pushed down with your anger. Kings flogged and made to kneel before Bakugo and if they were lucky, a swift axe to the head. The less fortunate were humiliated and tortured for days on end through the streets while their people watched and knew they would only survive by surrendering. Queens, what happened to them? You couldn’t recall or maybe didn’t want to know. “Keep talking like that, call me names, see what happens.” He leans back and stretches an arm along the back of the couch. His eyes never leave you. You wrap your arms around yourself and turn slightly to shield yourself. The ice settling into your veins, the knife above your head, it was too much. 

The servant returns with a bottle and two glasses. He sets them on the table and wordlessly returns to his spot near the door. “You may leave.” The servant runs out, the door slams behind him. You shiver in jealousy. Bakugo motions to the wine. “Let’s celebrate, Princess.” 

An order, you know one when you hear it. So, with shaking hands you open the bottle. Pour the almost translucent liquid into the glass, tilting it up, and moving to the other. Bakugo sits forward, his hand brushing yours as he grabs a glass. You flinch away. Closing the wine and setting it down. He motions for you to take the other glass. 

“I uh- I don’t drink.” You say, fiddling with a ring on your finger. He eyes the motion and smiles again, this time spreading his legs. 

“If you would rather do something else,”

“No, no,” you say and quickly take the cup, taking two big gulps. Before you, the man laughs. A sored sound making you hide the grimace in your cup. He mistakes the look for aversion to the alcohol. 

“Don’t make that face. Your Kingdom is well-known for the wine you craft. A very attractive reason to come here and…visit.” That stupid cruel smile as he motions to your surroundings. “You should be proud, Princess.” Throw it in his face, you think. Your fingers curl around the cup. Make him pay. Go down kicking. But you don’t. A deep breath and you relax your grip, take another sip, and try not to throw up when Bakugo does the same. He closes his eyes and savors the taste. Lets it melt on his tongue and warm his stomach. 

He took off the fur pelt around his shoulder. The leather and metal sat loose on his body hardened by war.  On the leather by his right clavicle were marks. Indents for the battles he’s won, at least a few dozen.There was dirt on his hands, dried mud on his boots and pants. His bare arms had scars climbing up, a particularly nasty one on his shoulder.  “A bath would be nice before dinner,” he tells you. 

“Do you expect me to run it?” The words slip out and don’t disguise the venom beneath. “No, I know you don’t know how to do it,” he responds. “Send for some servants.” You glare at him. When he takes another sip of his wine and places a dirty shoe on your table, you break and head for the door. Outside you still hear laughter and revelry clawing at your walls. A few terrified women stand along the hallway. None of Bakugo’s men were here, assuming it was because of his presence and not for any respect of your living space. 

“Prepare a bath,” you shout at them. It’s unfair, but it’s the only outrage you can show. One of the women, Darla, raises her head to look at you. She’s been here since you were born. Her eyes tear up and she bunches up her smock. “Quickly, and bring some sweets.” You add for yourself. You were too stressed.

Darla pipes up, “You heard Her Majesty. Get a move on. Let no one stop you from your duties. If they try, tell them whose orders you work on.” Her eyes dart to the door where your captor stays, another flash of shame goes through you.The women dispense, while Darla hesitates. She steps toward you, watching your heaving shoulders, and darting eyes. A tear falls down her cheek and she gently cups your cheek. You don’t let yourself collapse in her embrace and admit defeat. 

“Oh, deary,” she mumbles, but remembers herself. Collecting herself and clenching her jaw. “He said most of the knights were new and it appears to be the truth, but–” a crash sounds from the grand hall. Laughing and a woman’s voice praising whatever man had just destroyed something of yours. You turn back to Darla and ignore it. It means nothing now. “But, there seem to be high ranking officers here. There must be something more than getting them experience.”

“But what?” You look around and lower your voice. “We don’t have anything of worth,”

“Well, there must be something.” She takes a pause and checks the hall once more. “He’ll want you back soon, so you must listen to me. Give him what he wants,” she says calmly.

“But–”

“No, Your Highness,” in a somber tone she says your name. “A Lady came to me, she was with one of these officers. She told me that the Commander does not keep rulers alive. The Queens always go quickly and they are taken care of by a general. It has never happened that the Commander has personally taken a Queen much less kept her alive.” 

“So what are you saying,” you start, but she quietly shushes you.

“You are too loud. It means that for whatever reason, you have his attention. If you want to live this night you must keep it. When he bathes, join him,”

“I could never.” “But, you must. Or bathe him, get into his mind, do anything that will keep his interest. There is no more honor or dignity, there is only survival.” She squeezes your hands and ushers you back into the room. The door shuts again, a sentence worse than death. Bakugo stares at the painting sitting in the sunlight. Half-finished and the colors too pale, your cheeks burned at someone seeing your attempt to learn. No man bedside your family had ever been here before. 

“It’s pretty shit,” he says. You laugh, a full body laugh and Bakugo’s head whips in your direction. A glimmer in his eyes and the faintest uptick of his lips. You lean down, laughing hysterically until you sit on the floor and the carpet blurs in your vision. The bubbles fade and your voice rings hollow. You’d never even kissed a man. Wanted to, of course, you were human, but how could you force yourself to be with this horrible beast. He got up from the couch and came over to you, taking your arm harshly before softening his grip to pull you to your feet. Guiding you to the couch and his touch burned acid in your stomach. If you do this you could never face your family in the afterlife. No one would marry you. As if you would live long enough to marry. 

When you focus on the couch, the stitches along the seams, the decorative pillows, you come back. A warmth runs along your arm. His thumb trailing up and down leaving goosebumps in its wake. He’s transfixed by the reactions and before he can do it again, you shudder. Moving away and curling your arms around yourself protectively. You couldn’t do it. 

Bakugo stares down at his hand, curling a fist, and gets up. He moved swiftly toward your bathing room. As soon as he enters, he yells at the maids working. You hear the footsteps rushing out of the servants entrance and the noise disappearing almost as quickly as it began. The door was ajar and you heard the man’s low groan and metal hitting the ground. Water swishes as he enters the bath and your body heats with shame at the thought of him naked in the same place you’d been naked so many times. 

He’s going to kill you. He’s killed your people. You don’t know how many, but it doesn’t matter. The fields they burned would lead to hunger and hopeless people killing precious cattle in offering. When that fails they will turn on each other when they cannot turn on you. It would be worse to be killed by your own, you decide. That one resignation took a weight off of you. You finally ensnared the acceptance that had been just out of reach. You were going to die by the hand of the man in your bath. 

Would bathing him really buy you a few more precious moments? Darla would know, she lived a full life, got married, had children. She must be right about this. Without another thought, you walked toward the door. Driven only by the thought of seeing another sunrise or your morning cup of tea. You wanted to eat one more breakfast made by Stephan and Twaina. Buns filled with jelly from sattleberries and covered in powdered sugar and honey. Poached eggs, spiced sausages, and breakfast soups. Perhaps you could eat them one more time only at the cost of whoring yourself out.

You stop in your tracks, cover your mouth, and let out a silent scream. Eyes burning, you swallow your pain, but you know the truth. You couldn’t do this. Too disgusted by him and the destruction he’s wrought. The humiliation he’s put on you and what you still stood to lose. A step back and his voice cuts through the door searching for you.

“Come here, princess.” Your legs shaking you hope he forgets your existence. “If I tell you again, it won’t end well.” Feet move silently on the floor as you drift closer. Finally nudging open the door and entering the bathroom while keeping your eyes on the floor. “Why were you creeping outside the door? If you want a look or something more, just ask.” The water sloshes as Bakugo stands, reaches to the side in your periphery and then sits back down in the tub. 

“You sent out the maids,” you mumble out, playing with your hands behind your back. 

“Speak up.” You flinch at the harsh tone. Don’t cry, you remind yourself. He could have killed you, but he didn’t. It means something, it has to. 

“You sent out the maids,” your voice picks up and your eyes follow. His bare chest was exposed and to your surprise, there weren’t many more scars. His arms were splayed out and as always his eyes were on you as if to say ‘so what’. You quickly drop your own gaze, scared to offend him in such a closed space. “You have no one to wash you.” The room goes silent. Heat swelters and presses on you until Bakugo sighs. 

“What are you waiting for?” You walk over to the other side of the tub where he rests against it. Ignoring the hoarseness of his voice and trembling in your hands. He had the cloth with soap clutched in his hand. It was your favorite jasmine blend. He offers it out to you and you take it without touching his hand. “You should get on your knees.” Your hand stops inches away from him, hovering above. “It will make it easier for you to clean me.” 

So, you did. Knelt down and bowed your head in shame. Dipped your hand in the clean bucket beside the tub and then, tentatively touched the soppy cloth to his back. He took a deep breath and leaned away, so you could get a better angle. Like your maids did to you, you rubbed slow circles , gradually making them bigger to cover more area. The worst part was reaching next to his body to splash water onto his back. Then you scrub harder, getting the dead skin off his back. You hesitated at the sight of his back decorated in scars, a few only recently healed. Then, the thought occurs that this would be the only way for you to inflict even a little bit of pain. You scrub and scrub until a trickle of blood spawns and runs down into the water. Stopping, your hand flies away, and your mouth drops in horror. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say. Bakugo turns to you, his face gives nothing away. “I just wanted to clean you. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d bleed.” You grab the small drying cloth and go to wipe his back, but he grabs your wrist. 

“You’ll stain it,” he says. “I can bleed, I’m used to it.” His head leans to the side and his eyebrows pinch in assessment. “Believe me, your hands feel much better than mine.” It should be innuendo. You want it to feel like another violation, but it doesn’t. His eyes drop as he says it and his thumb rubs against your wrist and over your pulse. Your eyes lit up and you forced a disbelieved gasp. 

“Well,” you fluttered your eyelashes demurely and tried not to gag when you leaned closer to the tub. “Can I wash your arms?” He nods and lets you run your fingertips across his biceps as the cloth follows. Gripping his shoulder for an anchor and washing him longer than necessary. Slowly moving to his clavicle and running circles along his upper chest. Over his pectorals and along his abs, all the while aware of his gaze. If something happens, it’s now. You stop washing, but don’t look down either, instead keeping your eyes on his. Bakugo brings his hand out of the water, and cups your cheek. The water felt slimy and gave his callouses a strange texture. 

“When a woman volunteers to wash me it’s for one of two reasons. Either she wants to kill me or seduce me. You, however,” he says and breathes closer to you. “Couldn’t seduce a drunk blind idiot.” He releases you aggressively and you fall to the floor. The water bucket knocked over and soaked your skirt. Despite wanting to get up and shout in his face, you sat motionless, closing your eyes and trying to calm your panicked breathing. You didn't know how  to do this. You were still going to die. 

Somewhere beyond you the water sloshes again and a foot enters your sight. The other follows and without feeling you look up at Bakugo. He’d had the decency to put on a towel. 

“I’ll call your maids in to help you bathe and dress for tonight. I hope you don’t mind me picking your clothes.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. It appears you’ve lost the privilege. Your hands struggle to find somewhere to anchor themselves.

“Is this your way of humiliating me?” You ask quietly, barely keeping yourself together when your damp fabric adds another weight to your body. He observes your neurotic motions. The slight self-soothing rocking you were half-aware of. 

“You do that yourself just fine,” he says before leaving the bathing chamber.