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everybody go home. this is my magnum opus
#HELP THIS IS KILLING ME#the original version of this had hua cheng in a ‘i have a CRAZY wife she hates STUPID PEOPLE and LOVES DOGS and im NOT AFRAID TO USE HER’#but if hua cheng was at midwestern gas station number 472 in the novelty slogan tshirt aisle#she for sure would get some sort of ‘your wife (woman symbol) vs MY WIFE (wonder woman silhouette)’#or ‘trophy 🏆🏆 WIFE’#or possibly a ‘return to wife if lost’#or ‘i have a SMOKIN HOT wife’#or ‘im the BOSS til my WIFE gets home’#or ‘5 things you should know about my WIFE: 1. she is my queen 2. she is a bit crazy 3. she can whoop your ass#4. she says whatever she is thinking 5. mess with her and theyll never find your body’#or ‘i go to work so my wife can COLLECT SCRAPS’#or even at worst. ‘ my wife is the PRINCESS the mouse LOST’#xie lian would be initially embarassed. but you know her ass would be wearing a ‘proud PROPERTY of an AWESOME WIFE’ shirts @ heaven meetings#or ‘i’m not scared of ANYTHING - my WIFE is a CALAMITY’#which was sold as a metaphor for your wife being mean and powerful. but she wears it straight.#or even ‘im not GAY but my WIFE is’ lmfao#anyway.#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#hualesbians#modern au#tgcf meme#my art#art#tgcf shitpost#lmao#mxtx
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How do you feel about being called a dude? (For complimenting you reasons)
im dude (90s lesbian edition)
#😎#everyone reads me as a chick except for people who get confused about short haircuts#wife n i call each other dude. buddy. king. queen. kweeng. and sometimes (if the situation warrants) bro#makes me happy to be gendered any way. or slap shotted into the no gender zone. can play however if everyones playin nice :)#it has been nice to have Grown My Own Flavor while talkin to trans partners and friends about them gender ideas#i have many many many thoughts and as an adult am very happy with who/what i am!#its as deep or as whatev as u want it to be. me personally i am deeply unserious about it. comfy about it. play around about it#wlw and gay and queer and ??? idc#she he any#bless u on ur gourney (jender journey)
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Oh my god it all happened exactly like I said it would ToT and Peter was so mean! "I know why you did it-" "--To help my friend!" "--and because you're a criminal, and I was an idiot for expecting more" PETER. Like I get it he's got a skeleton in his closet now and that's a fucked up thing to do to someone, but the boy HAD. NO. CHOICE. And also Peter! Peter Burke!! ASAC PETER BURKE?? You've done illegal shit before! What about the Burke 7 or whatever number? What about telling Neal to flee the Marshals when it was illegal because 'He didn't deserve it'? You were right!!! You already know that the law is not always what is just, and the just thing is the right thing, you just cannot apply it to yourself right now! PETER. PETER
God El is fighting for Neal's life right now. Our woman in the trenches carrying his broken body through the gunfire trying to save that relationship. She's so right and bless.
Jones is NOT helping and it would be fine if Dianna was there to balance him out but she just had a BABY and is on maternity leave and it's a perfect storm of hell TuT
And now Hagen has Neal's stupid girlfriend who it's been so so clear is evil since her first scene but he's too fool to see he's getting played and she's been 'kidnapped' by (read: working with) Hagen and Neal won't go to Peter bc Peter basically told him to go die, and everyone but Mozzie and El is making terrible decisions every 3 seconds and
#white collar#this is making my life significantly worse rip#PETER get your shit together I am about to smack you clear to Wisconsin!!! Neal gave up everything for you and you can't even thank him!!!#You can't even tell him you understand or you care about him despite it. I'm going to wring your neck#Elizabeth out here fighting out here carrying the last flickering embers of hope on her back#loved Peter going 'I can't believe he did this' and her going 'I told him to do whatever it took this is my fault' and Peter going 'no no h#broke the law not you' and her going 'and you know what? I'm GLAD he did it!! He was right!!! You were innocent and the system failed you!'#My queen....#Loved the episode where there's Peter's ex cozying up to him and El is like 'is she trying to steal my man?' so she calls in Neal to help h#r stalk them like they are his wife and his consort fr the third member of that marriage and right now they're the only functional part ofi
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(IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD BUT I WANT NON FICTION) NO ONE'S TOUCHED ME THERE IN A DAMN HOT MINUTE!
#never stop blowing up#paula donvalson#russel feeld#jennifer drips#d20#nsbu#midnight draws#paula bisexual queen is right about everything forever officially#i hope she fucks every consenting adult in her surroundings. jack.... that cop guy...russel....her D.A wife.....jennifer.....#lyrics from hot to go wheeeee#are there ship names for this? Im just fascinated by whatever the hell paula and russel have going on#ally choosing to lean into the meta fact that paula has a crush on russel makes russel WAY weirder#i want to watch his emotional problems hit paulas emotional problems OH MY GOD IT BLEW UP WHOOOO#Russell feeld#paularussell
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*Slams fic down on your desk like an interrogator does a newspaper*
Absolutely phenomenal dp x dc fic. Awesome concept brilliant plot incredible execution. Pretty much The Single best supporting/mc oc I have ever encountered, such good characterisation, super interactions and relationships, we are healing and growing in this house tonight lads!!!!
#Features: jason centric! Extremely eldritch ghosts! Dan getting a second chance! No bashing or apologetics! Croc running a coffee shop!#Off screen eldritch... vore? gore? it sure is eldritch whatever it is and couldnt happen to a nicer person (or two)! Joker getting bodied!#Deaged danny and dani! Terrifying queen x that's my WIFE :D!!!#the phrase 'traumatic existential adjustment'#asexual characters! Gremlin dan! a hundred semi adopted street kids! Batman trying to become a better person! Robins getting validation!!#I CANNOT EMPHASISE ENOUGH HOW MUCH FOUND FAMILY THERE IS#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#batman#jason todd#red hood#fic rec#dc fic rec#dan phantom#if you like dp x dc you HAVE to read it plz also the actual writing skill level is really good#AND happy ending
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"As regards women whose monuments depict a livery collar, the traditional supposition which saw ladies as appendages of their husbands should be revised. It may be true that some women did have livery collars depicted on their memorials in right of their husbands, but there are examples of those who were probably awarded a collar for their own royal service [...] Elizabeth Donne, wife of Sir John Donne, is depicted along with her husband wearing a collar of suns and roses with a white lion pendant in Hans Memling’s Donne Triptych. As she was one of Queen Elizabeth Woodville’s gentlewomen, receiving a £10 annuity, it is likely that she received a collar in this capacity. The same can be said of Margaret, wife of Nicholas Gaynesford (d. 1498), whose brass at All Saints’, Carshalton (Surrey), survives. Although her husband has no collar, Margaret is depicted in a ‘choker’ collar of suns and roses. According to the tomb inscription, she served in the households of both Elizabeth Woodville and her daughter Elizabeth of York."
-Matthew Ward, "The Livery Collar in Late Medieval England and Wales: Politics, Identity and Affinity"
#medieval#gender tag#english history#my post#elizabeth donne#margaret Gaynesford#elizabeth woodville#elizabeth of york#Ward also includes Margaret Holland Duchess of Clarence in this as her tomb effigy in Canterbury Cathedral once had a metal livery collar#but tbh I don't understand how that applies the same way#Margaret was literally queen-in-waiting up till 1421 as the wife of Thomas of Clarence (heir to the throne until his death)#Her importance at court was not because of her royal service as much as her very prominent status and connection to royalty#- which was derived or at least massively strengthened by her second husband#(ie: she would have been entitled to a livery collar regardless of whatever activities/service she may or may not have done)#it's very different from the individual royal service of the other two and so I don't think it makes sense to group her with them#but I figured I should mention it in the tags#queue
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Once again seeing people claim Persephone was A Minor. Once again I would like to know where they got that information from
#She is obviously younger than Hades but that. Doesn't make her a child?#Like that is your actual problem. That Hades is older. WHATEVER that means bc we know jack shit abt the ages of the gods bc I doubt#Greeks gave af#What about her nymph companions and Athena and Artemis. Were they children too or is it just Persephone that was A Literal Baby#Nvm there is at least one source stating the three sisters were raised together which would mean they're all roughly the same age#What about the texts were Persephone has other godly suitors vying for her hand. Meaning she was definitely of marriageable age#What about her own mother (bad at this whole prophecy thing) predicting her marriage to Apollo (or at least that she'd sleep w him)#One would assume this was before Hades took her#Is it bc of 'Kore' again. Is that it.#Well Persephone is called 'Kore' even in her role as the Queen of the Underworld/Hades' wife#Do you know who else is referred to as a maiden. Gaia. 'I'm old as balls and took my own son as consort' Gaia#Like idkkkkkk Persephone's age is never brought up in texts?#The Problem was that her marriage was arranged without her or her mother knowing and then Hades just snatched her
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I wanna cry, what is this banner-
#TOMMY JUST COMES OUT OF NOWHWRE IM SCARED#Vlad too ngl but at least he's normally kooky to the point I don't mind it#Question: why are all the initial antagonists purple and brown eyed#And the main three [imma say horton-ned-and Seth region JELPP#I MEANT SETH ROGAN MOUSE OMGG cough anyway#Tell me why those three are all blue eyed??. And protags?? Interesting at least#Moving on-ohmagaw SALLY my nonchalant QUEEN<33!!! 🥰I love her/gen#Who is Jojo screaming for? Sir it's OK we don't need to be afrai#WHY IS MY WIFE GETTING CRUZHED BY HORTON GET OFFA HIM DUDE😡#I don't need to say anything about mother bird or whatever her name was😔/SILLY#Guys would you be willing to read me being insane bout this movie#It doesn't matter I'll rant someday🥞💫👏⚜ :>#Just thoughts#Knizuu is well...knizuu#OFC I FORGOT ABOUT RUDY IM SO SOR
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advising my mom on the affair with that dude when the more she tells me about him, the more i hate him and the more im #teamwife... 💀💀💀
#its whatever at this point i could survive three (3!!!! insane) younger stepbrother as long as she's happy and has a man to take over my job#as Emotional Support 🫠#i will mourn the money and the prospect of financial stability forever but like. sure. whatevs. as long as she's happy and there's someone#to take that fucking house off my hands in the future. sure. why not.#anyway that dude is pathetic and i dont like him but whatever. the screenshots she sends me of the messages she gets from his wife#are fucking tragic. im so sorry for that woman. thats another reason i wish this guy would just leave her life forever lol#and take the kids off her hands. whatever queen. ill handle them ig.#go be free and live your life however tf you want. that dude doesnt deserve you queen.#who knows. maybe if he does stay with my mom he'll get cancer and die too! you never know!
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I somehow forgot how fun Spider Bites is to draw ♥ (Patreon)
#Doodles#Just Desserts#Villainsona#Spider Bites#She is so fun to draw!! She is so cute!! I love her!!#How did I get her design So Right immediately uhghhgh save some for later past me lol - like for the TVAU! Come on! Lol#Honestly tho I just jkdflsafd I know she's designed exactly to my own tastes by design but her design balance! I love her!#Okay enough gushing for now lol (Never! Her stripes and glasses and four eyes and arms <3 <3)#There are actually Some things that I feel could use improvement lol - her legs being a standout#I wasn't very careful with her joints in some of my early doodles of her - I can't tell if she has two or three joints in her legs#Knee and ankle definitely but it almost looks like there's another joint in some of her early doodles! It's a bit hard to parse#She's very cute no matter what I think the extra joint Can look cool I'm just not sure what to do with it :0#I like her anatomy to be a bit unique but how bend what bend?? I've never tried making a skeletal deconstruction of her design haha#Might be fun :) Weird skull - elbows - legs hehe#I still haven't drawn what her second set of eyes would look like it's a mystery to me as well#Silly stretchy in the middle there lol - stretching is a sign of affection! Haha#And a couple of the Queens since they appeared in one of her previous sets but have Actually been designed now!#Queen Charlotte has had the most noticeable design whatevers - additions and changes lol#She wears her hair in a bun in the EPAU :) It's harder to change her wife's look what with her having short hair to start haha#They're both a bit less smiley tho ouò It's a little more serious ♪#Ending off and another design element that I'm not fully satisfied with around Spider Bites - her wings :P#I do like the idea of them being less stable than either individual Charm but completely disconnected from her body? Hmmm#Dunno dunno. Wanna give it a bit more thought and take another crack at it#She looks pleased tho hehe ♥ Very powerful! Very strong and capable! Self-confident! Love her ♪
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Mrs. and Mr. Celeste for Generation 2
(Yes, Omar took her last name. And he has no shame about it.)
#Omar gives off I love my wife vibes in a good way#Like would definitely do and give her whatever she wants because she's the queen#Gen 2#Mercedes Celeste#Mercury Generation#Cosmic Legacy Challenge#Celeste Family#Simblr#Sims 3 Legacy#Sims 3 Gameplay#Generation 2: Mercury
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Character bingo: Elizabeth Collins Stoddard, the woman the myth the legend
Her.
#i have like. two very distinct strata of thought when it comes to liz. 1 is practically diegetic which is that i worship the ground she#walks on. i love this woman. no flaws. whatever liz says is the truth.#strata two is i think liz stoddard is a Very Compelling case study on the expectations of womanhood in a post-ww2 america#(but always with previous centuries leaning very heavily on her shoulders)#that liz is under certain expectations when it comes to her performance of femininity; of domesticity; of wealth (and of achieving tangible#economic success in the business); of heterosexual marriage and of motherhood#and on the one hand liz is Constantly performing and she does very well; she has made herself into a myth and is all but above reproach by#most if not everyone in the town; her word is Truth. she's more than queen; she's practically divinity.#on the other hand. all those facets of the perfect midcentury mother and wife and matriarch have fracture lines in them.#a husband who has been long missing (killed); the house is shuttered and rotting; as she is shuttered and rotting#anyway. she's fun. i don't necessarily think everyone is wrong about them per se but i do cherish my interpretation of#liz's story threats as reflective of comp het and violence enacted on sapphic women through the institution of marriage#in liz's era; marrying paul in the immediate post wwii period in the midst of the lavender scare;#when the new american heteronormative ideal was forming; and liz has to Perform; and through marriage runs into truly nightmarish violence.#all this to say. wow what a character. thank you joan and art.#➤ answered. ┊ Collinsport 4099.#➤ meme responses. ┊ boo !#dying-suffering-french-stalkers
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I said I have 4 storylines of Good Omens fanfiction (including the Crossover with Legion). Had I said that today, I would've lied. There's five.
["Diary entry" under the cut, so there's no litany on an unwilling scroller's feed]
NOTE: I haven't seen S2 of GO, not do I intendt to, so beware of canon divergence
Well... The 5th one is less a coherent storyline, more a concept. I was playing Gardenscapes, and suddenly thought "What if F!Crowley were my Antichrist's mother?"
You know, maybe Crowley owed Satan a new Antichrist, or something. I guess, she'd have screwed up this one, too... Well, she'll gladly take over the world, she just won't destroy it.
The conversation (between myself and myself) went about like this:
Me: ...
Also me: what if?..
Me: for fuck's sake, not again
Also me: Lady Crowley...
Me: please stop
Also me: Was Maxine's mother?
Me: whyever would she be her mother?
Also me: because she owed Satan for the ruined Apocalypse, and had to carry the next Antichrist
Me: Maxine doesn't want the Apocalypse, she's a sane politician
Also me: works for Crowley
Me: she also has black hair and blue eyes
Also me: Satan has black hair and blue eyes, Benedict's not his faceclaim, anyway
Me: fine, why would her last name be Frost?
Also me: Satan goes by Lucian Frost on Earth
Me: why would he ever go by the surname Frost?
Also me: a not to Dante's Inferno
Me: I hate you
Also me: 🤪
Me: you're killing me
Also me: with pleasure 😊
[End dialogue.]
Now, like I always do with any new idea, I of course collapsed down into the daydreaming pit, which often turns fanfiction, and original stories alike, into Tolkien-level complex universes you'd need a lifetime to fully explore.
I thought, it could be funny. When Max meets Anathema and Newt's daughter Agnes in Oxford, they can bond over their unhinged families.
"You'll probably think my parents are weird as fuck, they have a pet raccoon they dye black, and pretend is a cat."
"Honey, no, I get you. My mother mentally abuses her house plants, and wears sunglasses at midnight."
Rich people things, I guess. I mean, they're both nepo babies, who would ask questions about why their families are weird. Who would ask questions about why a rising star politician's mother mentally abuses her house plants.
There's a lot of potential for comedy. Crowley's issues with her sister-in-law, for example. Satan and Michael... They have a strange dynamic. The last time they spoke to each other is mentioned in the Book of Jude. But, they both have the familia ante omnia, blood is everything mentality. They support each other's political aim. They would kill for each other. And, Michael feels very protective (possessive, even) over her niece (the family mediator, why do you think she's a perfect diplomat). It would annoy the Hell (Heaven?) out of Crowley. Still, in the end, she and Michael would probably kill for each other, also.
I'd imagine Satan forbidding any contact with his disowned son... I don't know. In my fanfictions (where he is a thing), Maxine and Adam usually do have eventual contact, and consider themselves siblings (do keep in mind, though, Max would always choose her father over her brother). Satan doesn't mind her not wanting the Apocalypse, as long as she's loyal to him. He sees good points in her arguments against. He never really cared for it, anyway, it was mostly the armies.
Also... Maxine rides horses, ever since she was a child. Crowley doesn't get along with animals, everyone knows that. But. She's the nightmare equestrian mom (think soccer mom, only worse - much worse). How does she get along with Max's animals?.. Well, Titan (the hellhound) actually likes her. Ulysses (the horse) tolerates her. Horus (the falcon - yes, Max's so posh she's in the falconry hobby)... I have no idea. He'd probably sit on her shoulder, sometimes. But, Crowley's anxious around him, since snakes aren't usually friends with raptors.
At first, I thought about conflict between Crowley and Maxine. For example, her refusing to ride in the Bentley, because she (every author must place pieces of them in their characters) despises Queen. But... I don't like writing that. I like writing loving, healthy relationships between mothers and daughters. So, it's more "What do you mean you're bad at being a demon? You caused the Fall of Humankind. None of them can compare to you", and"You'll be the perfect Secretary-General of the United Nations, honey". We love mothers and daughters supporting each other here. ❤
I even thought of cute scenarios, like Crowley coiling in Max's crib, because she's anxious, and wants to protect her baby.
Max is fiercely protective of Crowley. That's why she'd be in conflict with Beelzebub - funny enough, for a similar season to the other stories (Beelzebub causes the death of her adoptive mother, after she realizes she's raising the Antichrist). Beelzebub hates Crowley, and the Beast of Rev. will show her very sharp teeth, should someone threaten her mom. Satan's on his family's side, don't worry.
Actually... You know why this story is cool? Horrific things happen to Crowley in my other fics. Not this one. Actually, she's doing great. She's the Queen of Hell. Damn... She'd outrank Beelzebub. She could terrorize... Her? Like I said, I haven't seen S2, Ι don't know the pronouns, and I don't care, you can get them right if it matters to you (I just know in S2 an actress from Bridgerton played her (?)).
As for Satan/Crowley... As long at Crowley's female, I don't mind it. I like it. Good for you, you little serpent tempter. Because, you know I always romanticise the Devil.
Have I any ideas for smut? You bet I do. I even have crack ideas... You know that picture of a female wolf protecting a male wolf's throat? Think that, but Crowley's coiled around Satan in her snake form, and snaps at anyone who wanders close.
So, I let this out into the web. Now I'll have to actually do it. Wish me luck. 😑
#diary pages#writing journal#fanfiction ideas#good omens#good omens fandom#good omens fanfcition#writer problems#fanfiction writer#crowley#lady crowley#female!crowley#satan#the antichrist#maxine frost#crowley x satan#crowley is maxine's mother#this is like an actual diary entry#when i think about crowley and satan... hell it's actually hot#satan knows how to make br**ding kink work alright and I intend to show it#crowley could rub so much salt in beelzebub's wounds - she's the queen of hell she outranks (?)#seriously i don't care about this characters canon pronouns and I will use whatever pronouns I wish#the thing that matters is crowley's the big b*tch in the yard now and Satan will always take his wife's side#seriously i can think of so many cute scenarios but also funny but also... the smut okay#the serpent and the dragon#lucian frost is such a great name though it's very aesthetic very dark academia old money#maxine's opinions on beelzebub and gabriel reflect my own#seriously i need to put in an equestrian mom crowley scene into whatever i make of this that would be hilarious#why do i feel Crowley and Max's bond here is going to be everything#i have so many wips i'll need a lot of whiskey i guess i better start plotting and better start writing not killing time on here
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He's mentioned the relocation from Sydney to Melbourne a few times so I finally asked why and he's just like sigh/pause/etc like come on, you can talk about the son's mother to me, what's she like, what's her name, did she grow up in Melbourne, how did you meet her, does she have Facebook, which gym does she go to oh the F45 that's the same one as me wait no that's a gym I have heard of, what's her Instagram, is she Chinese as well, no I didn't ask any of this
#i can't do it i can't ask questions about the ex wife#but yeah he was working in Sydney and then they moved to Melbourne so the wife could be closer to family#which means she has family here???? so she grew up here?????#i don't know#I'm too scared to ask direct questions about the ex wife#he doesn't say ex wife though he says son's mother#also I've listened to Michelle brasier's comedy album so much that it infiltrates my thoughts#today i woke up with 'ride on my basic queen' in my head#or whatever the line of the song is i can't remember#running towards it running towards it like a bull for a flag like the something flag lots of countries have red in them and#Laura shut up stop listening to Michelle
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- Helly asking Mark in the pilot if she was dead and the Severed Floor was Hell.
- Mark and Gemma's story being a spin on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. A man who tries to rescue his deceased wife from being trapped in the Underworld.
- "Well boss, I guess this is the part where I should tell you to go to hell. Except you're already here."
- The musical notes that play during the elevator transition of Outie to Innie being a G and C#. A tritone, also known as the Devil's Interval.
- Mark mentioning Persephone in the latest episode, the Queen of the Underworld. Whose life is split in two, spending half her time down there, and the other half up above in the world of the living.
- "You know, my mother was an atheist. She used to say that there was good news and bad news about hell. The good news is, hell is just the product of a morbid human imagination. The bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create."
#severance#severance apple tv#severance apple tv plus#severance season 2#severance spoilers#mark scout#gemma scout#mark s#harmony cobel#helly r#helena eagan#ms casey
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You were married off to the king as a young noble woman. The arrangement was rather rushed in your opinion, not that anyone asked for it. The king only needed a show queen, a quiet but present symbol for the kingdom and you suited well enough for that.
He didn’t need a wife for pleasure, he had plenty mistresses for that and he seemed to be in no rush for a successor. You suspected it was because he had no intent to hand over power to anyone else anytime soon. Although, that's just what you assumed, others never blamed him for it. You were always the target of the hushed whispers and silent accusations of infertility, unruliness or even infidelity when it came to the subject of an heir.
The people's gossip aside, it was an easy marriage. You didn’t have to share a bed with a man you didn’t love and you didn’t have to raise his children. Many more deserving women would kill for such a life, which only made you feel worse about the utter discontent you felt. It was the loneliness, mostly. Such a privileged life and yet not a single companion in the world to share it with.
The king and his advisers only speak to you when they need you to make an appearance as queen. Their orders always dripping with condescension and near mockery. They’ve made you smile and wave for hours, waltz until your feet blister and recite a holy text’s worth of pompous poetry, but this most recent ploy was particularly concerning.
You sit on your throne next to your husband, hands in your lap, staring at the colourful figure in front of you. The bells on his ridiculous hat jingle as he bows his head so low they almost touch the marble floor. Quiet chuckles emit from the nobility crowding the massive ballroom and the unease in your stomach only builds.
When the jester picks his head back up, you can’t help fiddling even more with your dress, just like your husband's advisers have scolded you not to. The jester silently stares with his sheet white face, big red grin painted across his mouth. You want to shrink under the jesters stare, the blue diamonds painted over his eyes make his gaze feel piercing.
The king grins when he catches your nervous gaze.
“Do you like your surprise, my love? I thought you could use some cheering up lately. As did my advisers.”
He chuckles, looking over at the old men in the corner of the room. They smile back, amusing in a joke you're not a part of.
You just nod your head as politely as possible. You don’t know what's happening, but whatever they have planned can’t be good.
The jester skips up to where you and the king sit. He gives an exaggerated curtsy to the king, earning a laugh from him and the various nobility.
The bells jingle as he springs back up and steps closer to you. He stretches his hand out, you stare at it and then back to your husband.
“The fool wants a dance, my dear. Give him a dance.”
You try to hide the apprehension on your face and reach for the jesters white glove-covered hand. He doesn’t squeeze or pull you up like you expected, instead he holds it gently, waiting for your next move. You rise from your throne and cast one more glance at your husband, who only offers a self-satisfied grin in return. This whole time all they've wanted from you is a perfect queen and now they want you to dance with a fool?
The jester walks you to the middle of the room, encircled by leering nobility. He places your hand on his waist before dramatically correcting the mistake and placing it on his shoulder instead, looking bashfully to the audience who snicker at the joke. He takes your other hand in his and gives you a little nod before the musicians starts playing and he guides you into step.
Now obviously you know very well how to dance, you enjoyed it quite a bit when you were little although, now it’s just become another part of your queenly duties. Did any of that even matter now? Now that it’s clear the king and his peers see you as just as much of a joke as the man you’re waltzing with.
Your deep thoughts are broken when said man unexpectedly twirls you in a dizzying circle. You flail slightly in your surprise but you’re brought back into his arms just as quickly to continue your steps. You fully focus on him now and you wonder what his features look like under that gaudy clown makeup. Even in the bright chandelier lights of the ball room, you can’t make out the colour of his irises. Earlier, you thought they were hazel but now it seems they're an impossibly dark brown.
The dark pools look as if they could swallow all the colour from his face and your own. Actually, has he blinked even once during this dance, or at all for that matter?
You’re not sure if it was your mistake or the jester’s but you step on his foot and he suddenly pulls away from you. He clutches his foot and jumps up and down in theatrical pain. The room bursts into laughter, bellows and cackles. These elite men and women delight in the humiliating performance you’re both putting on for them. It takes everything in you not to cave right there in the middle of it.
While the jeering continues, you try your best to steel yourself, replacing the need to cry with spiteful compliance. If they want a dance, they can have a dance.
You curtsy at the jester, offering an apology and hold your hand out to him. He looks around and then points to himself. You can’t help but smile and nod your head.
He takes your hand and when the music starts back up again, you step in time to the beautiful melody. You try and put your full attention on the jester, not anyone else in the large room, which proves to be quite easy as he is by far the most interesting person present. You can just make out the small smile under the red painted grin, his relaxed eyebrows under the bright blue diamonds, the crook of his pointy nose.
While moving in sync, you become almost lost in trying to map out his face under the make-up. You look for imperfections in the face paint but can’t seem to find a single smudge or brush streak, in fact the paint looks impressively even, like it’s a second skin.
It truly does feel like its only you two and the music, for the first time in a long time you feel wanted by someone else.
But when the king grows bored he demands new entertainment.
He motions for the musicians to stop their music and you’re brought back to reality. The jester bows for the crowd, he gestures to you and you offer a little curtsy before being escorted back to your throne. Form there, you watch the rest of the strange performers routine. He juggles an impressive amount of miscellaneous items, he folds himself into ridiculous positions, walks on his hands and generally makes a fool of himself for the crowd.
You watch in delight, though your husband doesn't seem as interested as he was before your little dance.
You think about the jester all the way back to your courters that night. You think about him as you slip on your night dress and slide into bed, and you think of him as you stare up at the ceiling for possibly hours. There is too much on your mind, the fun of watching the jesters performance has subsided and thoughts of what this means for your reputation and position in the court remain constant. A sigh leaves you as you lift yourself up and open the doors to your balcony.
You lean on the balcony ledge and stare out at the starry night sky, not even the strange jester can distract from the humiliation ritual you were just a part of. He could have been in on it for all you know and you're just naive enough to think he was being kind to you during the whole thing.
A shuffling sound from behind you makes you turn your head and it takes you just a split second to register the very colourful jester standing in the corner of your balcony.
The screech you let out is smothered by your own hand. You clutch the edge of the balcony, staring at the slender man who puts his hands up, waving apologies while moving his chest as if laughing, nothing comes out of his mouth. You clutch your heart, breathing quite heavily as you stare at him bewildered. You look around trying to discern where he could have come from, and how you only now hear his bells jingle as he waves his hands, still apologising.
He steps closer and stands tall in front of you, he’s much more imposing than you remember him being. He holds up one finger and then mimics a waltz. His head bows low and he holds his hand out for you to take. He’s asking for another dance but is there really much of a choice at all? Has this also been planned? If you say no, will he just leave? Do you want him to leave? The dance you shared was the most delightful time you've had in so, so long
You stare at him for a good while, he stays with his hand outstretched, bent over at a near 90 degree angle, not straining even a little. The longer you wait, the more uncomfortable you feel in his unwavering presence.
Against your better judgement, you reach out and touch his gloved hand. He curls his fingers around yours and stands upright. You let him bring your hand to his shoulder, place his hand on your waist and step closer. This time is different from the last time. Now it really does feel like his attention is only on you, not with the other guests, not with the performance. It should be frightening, but you find no malice in his eyes, no ridicule in his demeanor.
As he steps into motion, you begin a slow waltz in the small space of your balcony. It's slower than in the ballroom, it's more intimate. While you dance with this complete stranger, your thoughts run rampant, you second guess your judgement again and again. Maybe the kindness you sense from him is a ruse. Maybe he is here on behalf of the king, setting up another degrading show. He could even be an assassin, come to rid you quietly in the middle of the night.
You would deserve such a fate for giving in so easily. You slowly spin in his arms and this time you don't hear the snide laughs of the nobility, just the sounds of the night. Both of you step in time and you let him guide you to the edge of your balcony. You hold your breath as he dips you over the ledge. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out what could be your last breath ready for him to let go and let you fall.
But he doesn't let go, your grip on his shoulders never slips. You open your eyes, a bit blurry from wetness but you can make out his face, because it's right in front of you even though you're bent over the balcony far enough that your feet have left the ground. You stare back at his unrelenting gaze. In the dim light of the moon his eyes look even darker than before and something new swims in the deep black of his pupils, something sad.
They are lidded as they examine your face, your entire being. His hand on your back presses your chest further into his until you're sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat through your very flesh.
He lifts you upright again, turning you away from the ledge and out of harms way. You’re still chest to chest, he’s so close but you can’t feel him breathe. Your wide eyes stare up at him, trying to discern his expression. Your breaths are short and your grip on him hasn’t let up a bit.
He brings his hands up to your cheeks, the warm fabric of his gloves on your cold cheeks has you easing into them far too easily. His eyes examine every inch of your face while his thumbs stroke your cheeks, you can just barely see the frown on his lips behind the painted smile. He brings your face closer to his, slow and methodical, making it very clear what his next move is. You’re not sure if this was due to his own hesitation or to give you time to pull away, regardless you let him inch closer and closer until his lips grazed yours and you finally feel him breathe out one long breath.
The kiss is deep. Despite being slow and gentle, it still forces a struggled breath from you. You would’ve thought he tasted like paint but he doesn’t, he’s warm and inviting. It’s nice.
Your eyes close, surrendering all hesitation to the stranger in your arms. Fingers dig into the fabric of his puffy striped sleeves as your body melts further into his. You quickly learn to breathe through your nose, out of necessity and unwillingness to part from his affections.
You let him work your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The feeling is so foreign, you can’t help but whine. The backs of his fingers flutter over your throat and you shiver.
His tongue fills your mouth, sliding along yours and savouring your taste. The wet muscle reaches far into your mouth, farther than you thought normal but your experience is slim and you don’t have the awareness to fully question it. It’s overwhelming. Your knees tremble and he lowers you both to the cold stone floor. His tongue reaches into your throat, a feat you know is impossible.
You’re too lost to even think of the implications of this, as you gag and convulse around the thick muscle in your throat that no longer feels like a normal tongue. He reaches so far, your eyes roll back, your lower region warms uncomfortably and you forget how to breathe. You tap his shoulders quickly, a plea for air, and he retreats from your throat. He holds you as you cough and heave, wiping the spit from your chin.
You look at him with the an expression full of shock and fear and bewilderment and every other emotion shooting through your fuzzy mind. His expression is hard to discern but he seems both amused and sad.
He stands and brings you up on shaky legs. When he starts to back away, you panic and clutch his hands tighter. You don’t know what you were hoping for. That he would stay? That he would spend the night with you?
His face is full of what you hope is longing and not pity, you know what pity looks like. He holds you close in what you know is a goodbye embrace. He presses his forehead to yours and he places one last short kiss on your lips. Its playfull and very much not what you’d consider a proper good bye kiss. You search his gaze and you’re met with rather boyish mirth, lifting your spirits slightly. Maybe this isn't goodbye then?
He winks at you and takes your hand, spinning you around once, twice and three times before he lets go. When you rebalance yourself and look around the balcony, there is no sight of the jester. It's just the pitying sounds of the night and your only other witness, the moon. Like he was never there at all.
#monster x reader#monster x human#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fucking#kinda rushed and bad but i needed to be done with this damn idea#Mysterious Eldritch (?) jester anyone?
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