#princess carries because princess carries superior

[thewulf]

Entwined Realms || Legolas

Summary: Request: So I thought about this idea with Legolas x reader where the reader is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn (which makes her princess of Lothlorien and a very high elf) and she is nervous because its commonly known that Galadriel and Thranduil dont like each other (she is still his superior but you get the point) and the reader and Legolas have a dinner or some council or something together with their parents.

A/N: This was one of my favs to write. Just love everything LOTR... please keep them coming! Thank you for the request @lillisummers

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k +

TW: Talks of war/death

In the timeless realm of Lothlórien, you, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, walked among the golden trees with a heavy heart filled with the weight of ancient grudges. It had been many years since you last tread upon these familiar paths, for you had spent much of your time in Rivendell, aiding in the healing of those who bore the scars of war.

As a princess of the high elves, you bore the burden of your lineage with grace. Yet the tension between your mother and Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, weighed heavily upon you. The animosity between them was no secret, and you often found yourself caught in the midst of their disagreements. You were torn between loyalty to your mother and the desire for unity among your people after the war of the ring. Your return to Lothlórien had been sudden, called back by your father during the darkest days of the war. The news of battles raging across middle earth had filled you with dread. Yet, you knew that your place was by your family's side, lending whatever aid you could in the struggle against the darkness.

Despite the discord that lingered between your realms you held onto hope, believing in the power of unity to overcome adversity. The memories of Celebrian's capture and torture haunted you still. She drove your determination to see an end to the suffering that had plagued your people for so long.

As you walked beneath the golden canopy of the trees, you found solace in the familiar sights and sounds of Lothlórien. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the branches. They spoke to you of peace and beauty, reminding you of all that was worth fighting for in this world. Your steps carried you towards a familiar spot. The quiet glade where the gravestones of those fallen in battle lay. The air was hushed. The only sound was the soft whisper of leaves and the gentle trickle of water from the nearby streams.

Stopping by the gravestones, you traced your fingers over each weathered stone, feeling the weight of loss settle upon your heart. Here, beneath the earth, lay the brave souls who had given their lives in service of a greater cause. A cause that you had fought for alongside them. Your thoughts turned to Haldir, the gallant Marchwarden who had stood by your side in the darkest of times. His laughter, his kindness, his unwavering loyalty… they were memories that you held dear, memories that would live on long after he had passed from this world. At one point you were convinced you would marry him but that was before he was taken so suddenly from you.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself a moment of silence. A moment to remember those who had been taken from you too soon. Their faces flashed before your eyes, friends, fighters, and loved ones alike. Each one leaving behind an indelible mark upon your soul. And yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also hope. Hope for a future where their sacrifices would not be in vain. Where the darkness would be banished for good and the light would shine so brightly once more. With a silent prayer upon your lips, you vowed to carry their memory with you always, to honor their legacy in all that you did.

As you stood amidst the gravestones, lost in memories and reflections, a soft voice broke through the silence. She was calling your name. You turned to see your mother, Galadriel, approaching with a gentle smile upon her lips. Her eyes, always so wise and knowing, held a depth of understanding that eased the ache in your heart.

"Y/n," she said, her voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, "I have been searching for you. It is good to see you home again. You look well my love."

You returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at the sight of her familiar face. "It is good to be home, Mother," you replied, stepping forward to embrace her.

Galadriel held you close, tight. Her arms a reassuring embrace amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within you. "You have been missed, my dear," she said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As you pulled away, Galadriel's gaze softened. Her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and affection. "There is much to discuss," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But first, I have news that I believe will bring you much joy."

Curiosity piqued, you listened as Galadriel spoke of the upcoming marriage between your niece, Arwen, and Aragorn, the King of Gondor. The news filled you with a sense of anticipation, the prospect of a wedding bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had shrouded middle earth for so long. "I would be honored to attend," you said. Your heart swelling with love for your family and excitement for the joyous occasion to come.

Galadriel smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I had no doubt that you would," she said, her voice tinged with warmth. "Come, let us return to Caras Galadhon and begin preparations. There is much to do, and little time to waste." She motioned you to follow her.

With a nod of agreement, you fell into step beside your mother. It felt as though the weight of grief and loss lightened by the promise of love and celebration on the horizon. As you walked the golden light of Lothlórien illuminated your path guiding you towards a future filled with possibility.

Too quickly the day of celebration arrived. The grand halls of Minas Tirith were adorned with banners and flowers, filling the air with a sense of festivity and anticipation. You, dressed in your finest elven attire, mingled with the guests. Your heart was aflutter with excitement and nerves for your niece and the King of Gondor. Amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes scanned the faces of those gathered taking in the sight of strangers and acquaintances alike. And then your gaze met that of a mysterious elven stranger across the ornate courtyard who you did not recognize.

His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. They held a warmth and kindness that drew you in, sending a shiver down your spine. For a brief moment it felt as though the world around you had faded away leaving only you and this enigmatic stranger in a universe of your own making. But as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. Broken by the sound of laughter and music drifting through the air you tore your gaze away. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, heart racing with the memory of that brief but electrifying encounter.

Though you knew not who he was, nor what fate had in store for you. You couldn't shake the feeling that this chance meeting was somehow significant. And as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the joyous festivities you couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the mysterious elven stranger who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the celebration unfolded you found yourself standing beside Arwen, basking in the glow of her happiness as she greeted guests and well-wishers. The air was filled with laughter and music. The joyous atmosphere infectious as people celebrated the union of Arwen and Aragorn. But amidst the revelry your attention kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde elf who had caught your eye earlier. He stood amidst a group of guests, his presence commanding and his gaze holding a quiet intensity that seemed to draw you in.

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer you turned to Arwen with a hint of nervousness in your voice. "Arwen," you began, pointing subtly towards the mysterious elf, "who is that?"

Arwen followed your gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she noticed your interest in the stranger. "Ah, him," she said, her tone tinged with mystery. "That is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."

Legolas. The name echoed in your mind. Though you knew little about him there was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold a thousand untold stories that intrigued you beyond measure. As Arwen spoke of Legolas' exploits and noble deeds you found yourself captivated by the tales of his courage and valor. And though you knew it was foolish to be so taken with a stranger, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him. Something that called to you on a level you couldn't quite understand.

With a grateful smile you thanked Arwen for indulging your curiosity. Though your mind was already consumed with thoughts of the mysterious Prince of Mirkwood. And as you turned your attention back to the festivities you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the captivating blonde elf who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. You found yourself drawn into the lively conversations and laughter that filled the air.

As if he had known your every thought, he had come right up to you. A charming smile playing on his lips as he offered you a goblet of wine. "Care for some wine, my lady?" he asked, his voice smooth and all too inviting.

Grateful for the distraction you accepted the goblet with a smile, the cool liquid soothing the nerves that had been fluttering in your stomach. "Thank you," you replied, taking a sip and relishing the taste of the rich, fruity wine.

As you savored the wine, Legolas took a seat beside you. His eyes alight with curiosity as he extended his hand in introduction. "I am Legolas," he said, his tone warm and genuine. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his name, "And I am Y/n," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness that you quickly tried to mask.

Legolas smiled warmly at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he raised his own goblet in a silent toast. "Well then, Y/n, here's to new acquaintances and delightful conversations," he spoke.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn into conversation with Legolas. His easy charm and quick wit putting you at ease. Despite your initial nervousness you soon found yourself laughing and chatting with him as if you had known each other for years. With each passing moment you felt yourself growing more and more enchanted by Legolas. His presence filling you with a sense of warmth and belonging that you hadn't felt in a long time. Not since before your sister had set sail. And as you shared stories and laughter with the captivating Prince of Mirkwood you couldn't help but wonder what adventures lay in store for you both in the days to come.

When the topic turned to your family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension, unsure of how he would react upon learning the truth. "Your parents must be proud of you," Legolas remarked, his voice sincere as he glanced around at the grandeur of Minas Tirith. "To have a daughter as kind and courageous as you."

You smiled, touched by his words. Though a part of you hesitated to reveal your true lineage. "Thank you, Legolas," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "My parents... they are indeed proud, though our family is not without its complexities."

Legolas cocked his head with curiosity shining bright in his eyes. "Complexities?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for his reaction. "My parents are Celeborn and Galadriel," you confessed, watching closely for any sign of recognition or judgment in his expression.

To your surprise, Legolas' eyes widened in genuine surprise, his gaze softening with understanding. "Galadriel," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "The Lady of Light herself. And Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlórien."

You nodded, relieved by his reaction. "Yes, though our family is not without its challenges," you admitted, your voice growing quiet. "There are... tensions between my parents and certain others in Middle-earth." You knew he knew, and he knew you knew. The two of you were dancing around your parents disdain for the other.

Legolas' expression grew somber. A shadow passing over his features. "I understand," he said, his tone tinged with empathy. "My own father, Thranduil, can be... difficult at times."

You felt a surge of empathy for Legolas knowing all too well the challenges that could arise from strained familial relationships. "It seems we are not so different after all," you said. A small smile playing at your lips.

Legolas returned your smile, his eyes warm and understanding. "Indeed," he said, his voice gentle. "But perhaps together, we can find a way to bridge the divide between our families."

Touched by his sincerity you could only keep grinning at him like a fool. "I would like that, Legolas," you replied. Your heart swelled with gratitude for the bond that was beginning to form between you.

As the night wore on into the wee hours of the morning you and Legolas found yourselves drawn deeper into each other's company. The hours quickly slipping away unnoticed as you laughed and talked beneath the starlit sky. The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment. A bond of friendship and understanding blossoming into something deeper and more profound. Unfortunately, the celebration began to wind down. You found yourselves reluctant to part ways. The prospect of saying goodbye filling you with a sense of melancholy. "Perhaps we could extend our stay in Minas Tirith," Legolas suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of worry as if you wouldn’t accept. "There is still so much more to see and do. I have not seen this city without war disparaging it."

You nodded eagerly, the idea of spending more time with Legolas filling you with a sense of joy and excitement. "I would like that very much," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There is still so much more we have yet to see. You distracted me tonight."

And so, you and Legolas remained in Minas Tirith for longer than planned, seizing every opportunity to steal away moments alone together amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Whether wandering the streets hand in hand or sharing quiet conversations in secluded corners. Each moment spent in Legolas' company felt like a precious treasure, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

As your extended stay in Minis Tirith came to an end the bond between you and Legolas deepened further than you could have imagined. Your hearts intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. One evening beneath the stars after your going away dinner the two of you sat together in the quiet solitude of the gardens, surrounded by the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of crickets. The words you had been longing to say spilled forth from your lips.

"Legolas," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there is something I must confess to you." It truly was now or never for you did not know the next time you would see the elf that had captured your heart so quickly.

Legolas turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, Y/n?" he replied, his voice soft and reassuring.

"I know this is quick,” you began, your voice soft and hesitant, "And we tend to do this slow, but I must admit... I really like you. More than a friend would."

You glanced away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you awaited his response. But when you dared to meet his gaze once more you found Legolas looking at you with a tender smile. His eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored your own feelings.

"Y/n," he said softly, reaching out to gently take your face in his hand, "your honesty means the world to me. I too have come to care for you deeply as well. As more than a friend would."

Your heart soared at his words. A sense of joy flooding through you at the knowledge that your feelings were reciprocated. And as you sat together in the quiet beauty of the gardens you knew that your bond with Legolas was something truly special. It was the beginning of a love story that was just beginning to unfold.

You didn’t want the night to end so you kept your wandering through the gardens. "Legolas," you began, your voice tinged with concern, "what do you think about... our families?"

Legolas glanced at you. His gaze thoughtful. "Ah, our esteemed parents," he replied with a wry smile. "Stubborn as ancient oaks and twice as difficult to move."

You couldn't help but laugh at his analogy, feeling a sense of relief at his lighthearted approach to the situation. "Yes, that's one way to put it," you agreed. A smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"But," Legolas continued, his tone turning more serious, "I believe they will come around in time. After all, love has a way of softening even the hardest of hearts."

You nodded feeling a flicker of hope kindling within you. "I hope you're right," you replied, leaning closer to him. "I just want them to see... how much we care for each other."

Legolas placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. "They will, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "And until then, we'll just have to prove them wrong together."

As your time in Minas Tirith drew to a close, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was time for your parents and Legolas to meet. Despite the tension between your families, you were determined to show them that love knew no bounds, and that their differences could be set aside in the name of happiness.

On the morning that both of you were to depart you knew what you had to do. "Legolas," you began. Your voice tinged with nervousness, "I know it's unconventional, but... what if you and your father were to visit Lothlórien?"

Legolas blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. "Visit Lothlórien?" he echoed, his brow furrowing in thought. "It's an... intriguing idea, Y/n, but I'm not sure how my father would feel about it."

You nodded, understanding Legolas' reservations. "I know it's a risk," you admitted, "but I believe that if he could experience the beauty and hospitality of Lothlórien for himself, he might begin to understand... and perhaps even appreciate our way of life."

Legolas considered your words for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "You may be right, Y/n," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "Let's extend the invitation to my father and see what he says."

With a renewed sense of hope, you and Legolas set about preparing for Thranduil's visit to Lothlórien. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to show both him and your parents that love could conquer even the deepest of divides. And so, with hearts full of anticipation and determination, you bid farewell to Minas Tirith. You knew that a new chapter of your journey was about to begin.

As Legolas and an initially reluctant Thranduil arrived in Lothlórien, the tension between them was palpable. Thranduil's expression was stoic and reserved, while Legolas wore a strained smile who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. You greeted them warmly, hoping to ease the atmosphere, but even your efforts seemed to fall flat in the face of the lingering animosity between your parents. The initial interactions were awkward only filled with polite but strained conversation and forced smiles.

But as the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely the atmosphere began to shift. Your parents, Thranduil, and Legolas found themselves gradually relaxing in each other's company. The rigid barriers between them slowly melting away under the influence of hope after the war and shared experiences. You watched with a mixture of joy and relief as the tension dissipated, replaced by laughter and genuine conversation. Thranduil who had initially been so guarded found himself opening up. He began to share stories and jokes with Celeborn and Galadriel as if they were old friends.

And Legolas, too, seemed to come alive in the warmth of his father’s acceptance. His smile growing more genuine with each passing moment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders finally allowing him to truly be himself in their presence. He chuckled at one of Thranduil's jokes and clinked glasses with Celeborn, a genuine smile gracing his features.

In the midst of the conversation Legolas turned to you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Meleth nin," he said softly, his voice filled with utmost warmth.

As Legolas inadvertently uttered the Elvish endearment, my love, the words hung in the air laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. Your heart skipped a beat at his slip-up, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you.

"Really?" you exclaimed. Your eyes widened with surprise and utmost delight. For a moment you almost forgot that your parents and Legolas' father were present too caught up in the rush of emotion that swept over you.

Legolas blinked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized what he had said in front of the parents. "I... uh, I mean..." he stammered, clearly flustered by your reaction.

But before he could finish, Thranduil let out a soft chuckle. The elvenking’s eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems our children are more than just friends," he remarked to your parents. His tone surprisingly light-hearted.

You turned to your parents with a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I guess we should have mentioned that sooner," you admitted feeling a surge of relief as you saw their understanding smiles.

Celeborn and Galadriel exchanged knowing glances before Celeborn spoke up. "Love has a way of revealing itself in unexpected ways," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "We are happy for you both."

Thranduil let out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkling with amusement. "Young love," he said before shaking his head in mock exasperation. "It seems like only yesterday that Legolas was just a boy chasing after butterflies in the woods."

Legolas rolled his eyes playfully at his father's comment. "I assure you, Ada, I have grown up a bit since then," he spoke. His tone teasing but affectionate.

Celeborn chuckled softly his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice warm. "But some things never change." He motioned to you with a knowing grin.

And as the tension melted away completely, replaced by laughter, and shared understanding, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unwavering support of your parents. With their blessing and acceptance, you and Legolas knew that your love story was only just beginning. You were finally destined to have a beautiful and unforgettable journey filled with laughter, joy, and the sweet promise of a future together. You had waited a long time for this. A very long time.

As the night grew deeper and the fire crackled softly, you and Legolas found yourselves immersed in a comfortable silence. The two of you basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Legolas turned to you with a playful glint in his eyes, taking your hand in his. "Well, my dear, it seems the hour grows late," he remarked, his voice soft and warm.

You nodded feeling a surge of affection for the elf beside you. "Yes, it does," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

With a gentle tug on your hand Legolas rose to his feet pulling you up with him. "Allow me to escort you to your room," he said. His voice filled with gentle sincerity.

You followed him, the touch of his hand sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. As you reached your door, Legolas turned to you. His eyes sparkling with mischief. "Until next time, meleth nin," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before turning to leave.

A faint blush coated your cheeks at his actions. “Until next time, meleth nin.” You repeated. You watched him go with a smile playing at your lips as you realized that no matter what adventures lay ahead, you would face them with him. Oh, what a life.

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[evie-doesnt-write]

It’s because my PoS ex (he’s close my my cousins) still talks shit about me

Hot of me to be the most hated ‘child’ in the extended family

[abbyfmc]

Yandere Emperor! x Female! Reader Phrases #2:

A/N: Continuation of the previous part.

-"When did I say you could go? I brought you here to cuddle you"- The yandere emperor will surely have summoned you one night to serve him, and seeing that you were trying to leave or looking for excuses to leave, he will have closed any door or window, or grabbed you by the wrist or another part of the body.

-"If you are in love with someone else, I will behead him without hesitation"- He is the yandere emperor, and he is capable of anything to have you by his side, including extreme physical punishments or the execution of your partner or fiancé.

-"You didn't know who was going to attack me or how, and yet you protected me that year and suffered great damage to your body. I really appreciate what you did and I want to make it up to you by letting you be my wife."- In a story about Yandere crown prince x maid reader, you probably served the yandere prince (who in the future would be the yandere emperor) closely, and due to the environment in which he lived, you had to watch his back many times, ending up being sometimes punished by other superiors and even tortured. The yandere prince KNOWS about your wounds and scars and now that he is an emperor, he tries to reward you.

-"I will take good care of you."- A more subtle and "kinder" way to make you understand that you will not leave the palace.

-"No matter what you are, you will still be mine. You can be my empress, my favorite consort or concubine; and if you want to be a servant, you will serve at my side, so your rank within this palace does not matter; you will NEVER escape from me."- Another stern warning from him. You are partly right; since if you are his empress, consort or concubine, you will have to continue serving or obeying him in everything. If you are a maid, he will purposely make you clean what he tells you, wash his clothes, follow him and take care of him; or he would put you to hard labor as punishment, until you beg him.

-"If someone dares to hurt you, I will punish the person responsible and their family."- Before, in an imperial family the issue of clans was very important and people like the empress, consorts and concubines were no exception (come on, not even the maids, guards or eunuchs were saved from it) and if they did something very bad, The emperor could punish them and their families or clans with whatever he wanted; from exile, loss of compensation and living conditions, to multiple executions.

-"Every item sent to (Y/n)'s palace must be meticulously checked."- The yandere emperor KNOWS that fights and intrigues occur in the harem that mostly end in murders, attempted murders, poisonings, accidents, false accusations and even attempted abortions by some concubines on others. He would do it with the excuse of protecting you and your possible child.

-"I can't wait to see you carry our children in your womb. That will unite us more, and make you more mine."- The yandere emperor wants to sleep with you and get you pregnant (if you are a woman), because he thinks that not only could a prince from your side be the future of the empire (or if it is a princess, he could form marital and political alliances), but He believes that with that you will not leave his side.

-"I feel delighted with every walk I take with you. Every talk, every laugh, every meal, every celebration and even when you sleep with me, I feel great; something I never experienced with anyone else."- The yandere emperor would love every moment with you; more preferably alone than in a group with his other imperial women.

-"Let these marks or scars be a clear warning in case you try to escape again."- The yandere emperor is strict with his rules, and the "no escape" rule is undoubtedly the strictest. Every time he sees you trying to escape he not only locks you up, but physically punishes you so that when you see the scars when you change or bathe, you have a memory of what will happen to you if you try to escape from him again.

-"I always collect every gift you give me, although there is one that I still fight for and that you still don't give me: your heart."- Yes, the emperor adored and appreciated either discreetly or indiscreetly each of your gifts; whether it was new clothes, new accessories, some painting on him, some sculpture, a show or simply personally playing an instrument for him. But he knows that you do it without love for him.

-"I promise you that I will take care of you and our son."- He would probably make you pregnant, and as soon as he found out he put you under all kinds of 24/7 care. He watched you all the time and had every gift, food, drink or medicine that came into your hands thoroughly checked.

-The end.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Have you already wrote headcannons for a reader on there period? With the aot boys please. Non - modern au if you can

a/n: there is a NSFW period one already done, it isn’t specified as modern au or canon verse. you can find it right here :) this however is a SFW, canon-verse just for you! just obviously this post has mention of menstruation lol

eren jaeger has a bottle of painkillers he keeps in his jacket pocket for you. he knows that you won’t end up taking them until you’re writhing in pain, so as soon as you mention your period, he’s unscrewing the lid.

armin arlert always rubs your back when you start your period. he’s understanding, patient, and kind. he carries around a pad/tampon just in case you need one.

connie springer treats you like a princess when that time comes around. he’s extra sweet to you, carefully picking his words. he’s afraid of that ‘period-wrath.’

jean kirstein gives you half off his food during your period week. he knows how draining your period can be and there’s no way he’s letting his baby go on missions not being properly nourished.

porco galliard hates when you go on your period because you and pieck always sync up. the two of you decide to make his life a living hell whenever that week rolls around. he always says it’s “too much feminine energy.”

zeke jaeger deems you his queen for that week (and every other week.) he’d do anything to keep you happy even if it meant embarrassing himself somehow. he always picks up a sweet treat for you when out.

reiner braun gets queasy at the mention of your menstruation which you use to your advantage. he’ll do anything you ask him if it means you’ll stop describing what’s happening inside of you.

bertholdt hoover is so gentle with you. always asking if you’re alright, if you’re cramps are too bad. he gives you forehead kisses and generally tries to keep you from exerting too much energy.

erwin smith doesn’t care about your period. in public, at least. after the days done and he doesn’t have to be your superior anymore, he’s buckling for you and every request. he draws you warm baths.

levi ackerman wants you to rest as much as possible. he hates seeing you go out with the rest of the scouts, knowing how painful your period can be. he’ll find an excuse to keep you inside the walls.

jean x reader fic

[jiminrings]

defense chief jay min rings!!!! happy jungkook day :D ok now that's said.. ALIEN JUNGKOOK SNEAK PEEK. Now.

if-then aka alien jungkook au sneak peek :D

you're an alien in prince jungkook's planet — both literally and figuratively.

alternatively, jungkook gives his nickname for you to someone else in a fit of anger, and you've never been more upset. 

sneak peek 01

Heartbreak is a human emotion.

The weakness of the concept is disturbingly human and vulnerable. There’s no escape from it, even if the said percentage of human in your blood is barely half and could light a candle to your more evolved, far more powerful Twellian genes. It’s a sickening emotion to feel, much more have it get you carried away from what you have to do at hand.

The grip that said heartbreakhas on you is unimaginable, far more different than what your people, not humans, tell you how it’d feel like. There had already been an uproar when it was announced that you were appointed as Prince Jungkook’s guard, the news of an impure Twellian bearing the coveted position receiving every reaction possible — from fear, to distaste, and even to genuine amazement.

All of the kingdom’s advisers had theorized that despite you of being impure heritage, youwere superior in terms of physical capabilities. With everything else you’ve been theorized to lack at, you bite at the possibility that the ache in your chest is attributed to your stunted emotions.

You feel painfully human. You feel what heartbreak is, and compared to what others have made it out to be, it’s an emotion that you can’t put into words.

“You can’t, Jungkook,” you firmly say once more with your ears ringing, not because the volume of the club makes you want to get down on your knees, but because you’ve perhaps heard something far worse; far more grating, and far more overwhelming than what your heart could even bear. "All of your brothers specifically insisted for me to bring you back before midnight."

They say that your hearing’s supposed to be better. They say that you could see far more colors than what your alien counterpart could ever do. They say that for everything else you lacked, you made up for with the way you’re more physically advanced and therefore adept to protecting the planet’s youngest prince.

No one’s ever said that you’ll be safe from Jungkook himself.

"Jungkook, let's go home. Please," you plead through your teeth, the word you’ve last spoken being the latest term you’ve taught him. Jungkook, along with everyone else, is not familiar with begging; they’re not familiar with desperation so wrung out, there’s actually a word made just for it.

Jungkook only scowls at you, eyes turning a bright red as opposed to his usual pink allotted for you. "Butt out," he murmurs, tightly crossing his arms as his nostrils flare involuntarily. ”You promised me I could be out tonight."

You’re starting to get over the heartbreak little by little, the tantrum thrown by the young prince making you indifferent. 

Maybe you just misheard a few minutes ago — maybe, it was only a fluke and you didn’t hear it correctly the first time. Maybe it’s only your faulty impureness that made you susceptible to just hearing your nickname out of nowhere. Maybe, it’s not heartbreak that you were feeling, but rather only a subdued version of it by seeing Jungkook disappointed at you doing your job.

It’s your fault, you guess. Perhaps it’s the fault of the bustle of the club and the hundreds of dialects you could hear all at once finally got to you, overwhelming you to the point that you heard Jungkook calling for your name, despite not looking at you all.

You’re about to plead even more for the both of you to go back already; to save him from a lecture from all of his brothers and for you to be spared an even harsher scolding because they think you’ve gone too soft for him — but then you hear it. Again. 

Jungkook clenches his jaw tightly, eyes glowing a bright magenta before he opens his mouth.

"Come on, princess," he calls you by his term of endearment for you, yet his hand is outstretched for the female Twellian on his side.

He’s not calling you — he’s not even paying attention to you. Jungkook isn’t giving you a shred of his focus but he wants you to hear him call someone else the endearment he had playfully made up for you, to which you grew accustomed to without fail. He wants you to see how he gives it to someone else easily, the syllables falling from his tongue easily getting into the girl’s head.

Jungkook wants you to know how angry he is over you doing your job, he hits you where it hurts. He has no idea what heartbreak is supposed to feel like, but he doubts that you’d even feel that emotion over what he’s done — and if you actually do over something seemingly simple (for him atleast), he could only think that everyone else is exaggerating what it felt like.

Your heart, whatever is human of it, skips. It tightens and it loosens alarmingly so, almost as if you have no control for the liquid hurt that compromises you.

“I’ll show you a good time tonight, princess,” Jungkook whispers to her ear loudly for good measure, eyes darting up at you, only for him to see that you’ve been watching the whole time. 

You almost can’t tear your eyes away until Jungkook crashes his lips into hers, your nickname easily falling out of his lips as if the endearment is free for everyone; as if it’s never been yours in the first place and you only borrowed it out of desperation.

Your whole flight home is quiet.

Jungkook makes it back home before midnight, but you don’t.

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sneak peek 02

Jungkook’s eyesight isn’t as good as yours.

Unlike you, he’s restrained by the entirety of his Twellian blood from immediately focusing his gaze on anything. There’s a lag that registers whenever he fixes his sight on anything, just like everyone else but you, and that hadn’t been a bother to Jungkook the whole time.

He had falsely assumed that since you’re the only one who’s different here, the only exception in the planet by being impure and partially human, you’d be the one who’ll have a hard time adjusting your daily life to his — not the other way around.

Jungkook, who had not once ever felt insecurity before, suddenly feels inferior. He feels like dirt and yet he’s angry, not because of the fact that he comes second to your abilities, but because he can’t do shit when it comes to you.

The prince’s eyesight isn’t good enough to notice the tiny little expressions that litter your face whenever something remotely intriguing happens to you. His hearing isn’t on par with yours because he can’t register the laugh in your voice as quickly as you could recognize his. He’s not on the same level as you and it’s only now that it bothers him—

The realization creeps into Jungkook, slowly yet unsettingly, when he sees the cut on your cheek; the liquor of inferiority, chased down by Jungkook’s own rage, only hits him the moment he sees that a nasty bruise is blossoming by the corner of your eye.

Jungkook grips your jaw lightly out of nowhere, making you look up at him unexpectedly when you had been only preoccupied with fixing him his drink. The prince, no matter the unmistakeable rage that’s brewing in red, is the softest he’s ever been when it comes to addressing you.

“Who hurt you?” 

He has all his attention on you and it’s almost sickening with the way he doesn’t want to break off. Jungkook’s hand is still on your jaw and his eyes are still fixed on yours and yet his mind, whatever remains rational of it and not just vengeful, is going a million miles per hour.

“Get your hands off me,” you spit, suddenly overwhelmed by his presence and the vitriol that spills out of him so clearly, the air around both of you shifts.

“I asked you a question,”Jungkook repeats, putting is hand on your wrist firmly instead. He makes the grave mistake of looking down, though, because as soon as he realizes that there’s blood caked underneath your nails and that your knuckles are stained with your own blood, Jungkook can no longer hold himself back. “Who. Hurt. You.”

Jungkook’s reflexes are slow, but the moment your bottom lip trembles in vulnerability and pure bitterness, he feels as if time has caught on to the point that it’s only your anguish that sharpens his senses.

His feelings, even.

“If I tell you, would it make a difference? If I’m considered weak, Jungkook, then that means you’re even weaker,” you scoff, eyes trained on the ground with your head low so you could muffle the tremble in your voice; not that it would make your prince any less attuned to you.

Jungkook’s eyes remain narrowed at you, breathing heavily as you only state the facts not to insult him, but to remind the both of you of your place — or whatever is left clear of it because Jungkook can’t even think straight the longer that he looks at you hurting.

“What, prince? What are you gonna do about it?” you spit as the last resort, standing up abruptly to storm off and make an escape for it just once so you’ll be free of the burden of being yourself in Jungkook’s existence, yet he doesn’t let you.

The grip that the prince has on your arm is unstable yet unyielding at the same time, as if it’s taking everything in Jungkook to remain standing despite wanting to hunch over by the unexplainable tremor that roots from his chest.

(It is taking everything in him.)

“Burn,” he utters. “I’ll burn everything.”

“You’re-…”

“Weaker than you? I know that,” Jungkook interrupts, his lips set in a straight line as he lets himself be swept by the current that is you. “All the more reason to do everything for you then.”

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[thelostgirl21]

Somehow, I don't think I've ever truly taken the time to appreciate just how sort of... ridiculous Radovid's introduction scene is?

Not Radovid himself, he's adorable!

But it does make you wonder...

How often does King Vizimir just... randomly yell his name at the top of his lungs like that to get his attention, and then, just... basically lets him carry on, because turns out he didn't want anything from him?

He's like: "Nah, don't worry about it, 'bro! I just felt like loudly shouting your name in a crowd rather than simply telling Dijkstra that I'd decided you'd be leading the 'Princess Ciri finding efforts' from now on! Just reminding him of how adorable you are, you know? Look Dijkstra? Isn't he adorable? That's my baby brother with his little bottle making cute little "whoo! " sounds right there..."

Because, you know, once Radovid realises that his brother is calling him, he makes literally no effort to go see him, either!

I know he's playing dumb/drunk, but still!

"What's that?! Oh, okay! It's just Vizimir trying to locate me. Whoo!"

WHAT *IS* THAT?!

It's like a parent at a children's party suddenly going "SAMUEL!".

Child: *Stops playing to look at their parent.* "What?!"

Parent: "Oh, no worry, honey! I just wanted to make sure you hadn't run off, drowned in the pool, got kidnapped or something! But I see you've got your grape juice bottle and are having fun with your friends, everything's fine! Go on!" Child: "Yay!"

I mean, you might reasonably expect King Vizimir to shout Radovid's name in a crowd like that to get his attention so he can motion to him to come over, and then introduce him to someone he's never met before.

Which, on a meta level, is technically what he's doing: introducing Radovid to the audience.

But in Universe?!?!

It's Dijkstra. Dijkstra knows who the crown prince of Redania is, Vizimir! You could've just told him, and he'd have gotten it! No need to get all dramatic about it!

TL;DR: King Vizimir is a ridiculous drama queen that loves showing off his pet baby brother every chance he gets!

And Radovid's gotten so used to it by now, that he's totally stopped attempting to figure out what his big brother wants when he calls him.

What if it's not just Vizimir, though, and Radovid just has that reputation for constantly getting himself into trouble if left unsupervised for too long.

So, people at court have a habit of periodically shouting his name; just to get him to manifest himself in large crowds, or crawl out of whatever hole or tight space he's crammed himself into, make eye contact, and locate him.

Therefore, in my new personal headcanon, there's now a scene at the Thanedd Ball that pretty much goes:

- Dijkstra: "RADOVID!" - Philippa: *walking over to him* "I think I saw him leave earlier with his royal security detail. He's probably sniffed out the bard's scent..." - Dijkstra: "Oh, good! You made sure those guards understood their assignment, right?" Philippa: "Of course!"

***Meanwhile, in the nearby woods.***

- Captain of the guards: "RADOVID!" - Other guard: "It's no use sir, we've lost him! " - Captain: "Gods damnit! Dijkstra won't be pleased..." - Radovid: *having already put plenty of distance between them, on his way to go see Jaskier* "Whoo!"

It's a good thing Philippa wasn't with them, or what might have happened would have been something closer to:

- Philippa: "Don't worry! I've got this!" *in whispering tones* "Sabrina was right. Valdo Marx's compositions are far superior to Jask -" - Radovid: *instantly traveling across space and time to appear right before her* "Valdo Marx has NOTHING on Jaskier! His sublime ethereal melodies, and the poetry of his lyrics, elevate the bardic arts to -" - Philippa: "Oh. Look. There he is!"

[leiascully]

X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 29: Pink Pilates Princess

y'all what happens in the discord filters out into tumblr in such weird ways @calimanc I hope you're happy

Mulder's hiding something from her. Scully is sure of it. He's taken to leaving at different times when he used to walk her out. Once she waited for him and he slipped into the garage by some other entrance and was gone by the time she made her way to his car.

So she follows him. Naturally.

Her car is so nondescript it might as well have a bumper sticker that says "I'm a Fed". She remembers being so proud when she bought it: something solid that would last. And it is, and it has, and it also looks exactly like the car a person would requisition to tail their errant partner. Which is what she's doing. She's slumped in the driver's seat outside a strip mall in Alexandria, eating a stick of beef jerky, because it's dinner time and she's hungry and instead of doing the sane, normal thing of going home and eating, she's stalking her colleague. Is he her superior? They've never really worked through all that. He's senior to her, technically, but everyone knows she's the responsible one.

Well, not when it comes to "who's responsible for this catastrophe?" The answer to that is usually a solid "Mulder".

This isn't the first time she's followed him. That's the real tragedy of it. He's usually not betraying her, but she's not interested in risking her career again, or her emotional stability. For better or worse, she and Mulder are involved to a degree that she's unable and unwilling to disentangle. Of course, that means she's hiding in her car on a Tuesday night giving herself hypertension, so who's the real loser?

He emerges at last from a store? A salon? She's really not sure. There's a brief glimpse of pink glitter and soft light. He's in a crowd of women, chatting amiably. And he's wearing pink fluffy slippers and pink short shorts and a pink tank top, and carrying something pink rolled up under his arm.

What. The fuck.

He glances over and she ducks down, but he's seen her. He knows her car anyway, even as anonymous as it is. It's like when she can pick out that one particular pigeon by the Hoover Building even though it looks the same as all the others. She turns the key enough to activate the electrical systems so she can roll down the window as Mulder approaches.

"To be fair, you've hidden things from me before," she says before he gets out a single word.

He raises an eyebrow. That's her move, dammit. "And hello to you, Scully."

"You've been avoiding me."

He sighs and tips his chin toward the passenger seat. "May I?"

She disengages the power locks with an audible click and he rounds the hood of her car and opens the passenger door, sliding in. The seat is already adjusted for his height.

"How's your stakeout going?" he asks affably. They both glance down at the Slim Jim's wrapper, a true sign that she's feeling stressed. "Guess I should have brought you an iced tea."

"You've been avoiding me," she accuses.

"Yeah." He sighs. "For some reason, I didn't want you to know I was doing Pilates at the Pink Princess Pilates studio. Imagine that."

"Why?" she asks. "Surely you didn't imagine I thought it was a threat to your masculinity."

He looks at his outfit, and then at her. His silence speaks volumes.

"Mulder, I assure you, if anything my perception of your malehood is enhanced by the very small shorts you're wearing." She thinks over what she said and then blushes. "I mean, they don't leave much to the imagination."

"Pilates was invented by a man, you know," he says.

"Yes, I know." She stares at him. "Between the two of us, I think you're the one who has a problem with the fact that you do Pilates."

"It's good for my core," he says mournfully.

Her mouth quirks. "And the fluffy slippers?"

"I wear the grippy socks," he says. "It's more convenient than shoes. And they made Midge laugh."

"Oh, as long as they made Midge laugh," she says.

"You'd like her," he tells her. "She's like the Skinner of Pilates. Stern. No-nonsense."

"I didn't tell you about Pilates because I felt silly," he says. "Not because I wanted to hide it from you."

"I think you make a beautiful pink princess," she says softly.

"Midge's daughter had breast cancer," Mulder says. "They sold these pink sets and the pink mats as a fundraiser for her treatment. She's okay now, but sometimes we have theme days."

"You've got a whole other Pilates life I never imagined," she says.

"Now you know all my secrets," he says with a crooked smile.

"All of them?" she teases. "Are you sure?"

He holds her gaze a few beats longer than necessary. What she sees in his eyes makes her heart thud. She wants to look away. She won't look away.

"All of them," he promises.

"You know," she says, "that color is actually really lovely on you."

"Is that so?"

It would look even better on my floor, she thinks about saying. "Are you hungry?"

He gestures at himself. "I don't think I'm dressed for dinner, Scully."

"Take out," she says. "Meet me at my place?"

"It's a date," he says, and the look he gives her as he slides out of her car feels like a kiss.

[rambyol]

BEAR WITH ME HERE!

Maybe it’s just me but Bruce Wayne in the Telltale games has a very ‘feminine’ look to him and I mean that in the broadest sense.

(I’m sort of struggling with how to go about this because masculinity and femininity are vague terms that carry a lot of nuance with them so take this with a grain of salt.)

Other iterations of Bruce have always made him masculine and he is still in this game but idk, there’s this feminine aura to him, mainly his facial expressions, and how comfortable he is expressing emotion (when safe to do so). Masculinity and stoicism are associated with each other the same way femininity and emotional expressiveness are. And now I don’t mean to say a man being expressive with his face automatically makes him feminine.

In Bruce’s case, when you play him as a good, compassionate, and curious person rather than a cruel, cold, and calculated one, he (naturally) has this softness to him.

In this Universe, like in many, he’s the billionaire playboy and wealth is at times associated with innocence because of how it can protect you from the cruel reality of the world.

This might be a dumb/cringe comparison but you know whenever a female character comes from wealth/royalty their mostly, if not always, portrayed as innocent, naive, ‘must be shielded at all costs’ etc., (like Disney Princesses if we’re really trying to stretch this) but with male characters it’s their arrogant, pretentious, have a superiority complex (that is if they’re intended to be portrayed badly); Bruce is sort of treated with that ‘must be protected’ mentality—we see how Alfred shields him from the reality of his family, and how Bruce naively assumes he isn’t “corrupted” by money. And upon learning such a devastating truth he, IN SPITE OF IT chooses to continue his DUTY as Batman and I think that drive born out of compassion and atonement reaffirms that feminine aura for me.

[haru-dipthong]

hejhej, thank you for the post about the use of pronouns in SKU. Insights about the Japanese context in the show are something deeply interesting to me as I feel I sometimes lack a lot of context in this department. The following question is more related to socio-linguistics:

Until their very last appearances on screen Utena refers to Anthy by her last name but no honourifics but Anthy is on first name but (in lack of a better description of mine) high rank honourific. In terms of personal intimacy is there a meaning/implication in their relationship in the way they address each other?

I am so glad you asked me this because I was already thinking of writing a whole post about that moment! It’s one of my favourite moments in the whole show, and maybe the most rich in terms of analysis.

I think Utena’s way of addressing Anthy is much less interesting, but it does still carry some meaning. It’s common for boys to use last names with no honorifics among friends, and I think this is just a part of Utena’s masculine image. But let’s talk about Anthy’s final line!

In general, honorifics are usually used to put a bit of social distance between you and the other person. Sometimes that distance is horizontal, such that you’re not imposing a possibly unwanted intimacy on a peer, and sometimes that distance is vertical, as with 様 (sama). Romantic partners and close friends usually address each other by first name with no honorific, so to use their first name only would be a bit presumptuous.

様 (sama) is used to show extreme deference. Outside of customer-employee interactions, it’s not used much in modern day Japanese. But it is the honorific you would use to address your husband if you were a princess bound by duty to wed a prince from another royal family. The fact that she doesn’t use the honorific in the final line carries SO much meaning.

Superficially and plot-wise, it means she is free from her curse. More importantly, it means she considers herself and Utena equals, where before she was forced to place herself far beneath Utena, socially. This has implications about how Anthy sees gender as well. I believe one aspect of Anthy’s toxic hyperfemininity is that she feels that in order to be feminine, she needs to place herself under people. She sees femininity as weakness and timidity. The more people she positions herself under, the more feminine she sees herself — which ironically allows herself to feel superior. It’s a contradiction. But by shedding the honorific and implying that she and Utena are equals, it makes a powerful implication about how her view of femininity has matured, much like how Utena’s final acts and words show how much her view of masculinity has matured. It’s a huge payoff for a 39-episode long setup.

Lastly, it represents that Anthy’s relationship with Utena has taken its final step. They have been growing closer and further apart in many ways over the whole series and this is the culmination of everything. I see Anthy's use of 様 (sama) to be the final and most important barrier she places between Utena and herself, and by not using it, she is showing us that their relationship is complete - she has allowed Utena fully into her life. I believe that omitting the honorific, on top of everything, represents that Anthy and Utena are now intimate, in every sense of the word.

[bluecookies02]

Hi cookie, You asked for asks so how bout a smutty Fyodor thirst or headcanon. I'll let you decide which you wanna write a short something on either :How would he discipline his lover, is he gentle but firm, is he rough or something else. Or what are his kinks. Which ever you prefer. Only if you wanna 😘🥰

cw: cameras, cnc, tiny bit of yan! themes

>>For discipline he would rather just ignore you or tell you how disappointed he is. Maybe he'd even act like you don't exist until you figure out what he disapproved off. I don't feel like his punishments would involve anything too physically, unless you were teasing to get a reaction out of him. Sometimes he would indulge and pretend to be more annoyed than he is but more often than not he would not give you what you want. Mainly because it's amusing to see how far you can go.

If you wanna be manhandled all you need to do is ask, he has loads of pent up rage and he wouldn't mind getting an outlet. That's a dangerous move because while he would never intended to be too rough at first, he can get carried away. Deep empathy is not something he develops even for his lover so he would just tell you that you asked for it and that it's not his fault. You'll get princess treatment after, maybe a warm bath with him doing all of the work and he'll give you lots of praise.

It's hard to believe anything he does is sincere but he does spoil you with gifts as an unspoken apology. Is that because he's truly sorry or he just wants to maintain the relationship he has for his own benefit and comfort? The world will never know.

Now I can get really dirty and dark if we consider what would happen if you were to betray him in some way. That wouldn't be pretty. Maybe he made you angry, maybe you got sick of him not making you feel loved enough. I think there's a chance that he develops an obsessive bond with you then, so if you are to go behind his back, his rational side would urge him to murder you in cold blood...but oh my...he could never. No...he would need to make you regret ever doing it until you're too brainwashed to even think about something like that again💕 You always complained how he didn't pay enough attention to you, so reap what you saw...

>>Some kinks I think he would have:

Thrives on being called anything that makes him feel superior. From Sir to Master and all the way to God.

He will often have casually sex, but on rare occasions, his teeth will grit together and he'll have the urge to absolutely cover you in scratches and bruises. Maybe your neck will be too pretty for him not to want it squeezed until you're squirming and pawing at him to let go.

Breeding kink is an understatement, and it's always underlined with his desire to overstimulate himself. He wants to see how many times he can load up your pussy before his body gives up. He's greedy and he'll just take, take and take until he can't have a single bite more.

He's very fond of fingering you, while it isn't particularly a kinky thing, he likes being able to focus on watching you whine and cum over and over again until you're so exhausted your cunt doesn't even give any resistance, letting him drill his long fingers how he pleases. He can't stop watching your whole body shake from the force of his movements alone.

He loves feeling like a pervert, he'll watch you shower and jerk off behind cameras he has for the whole house even if he knows he can just come in there and take what he wants. He'll be away for weeks and just watch every single time you touch yourself, he could be in a meeting or literally in hiding and he'll just have to make use of the opportunity. The inconvenient timing makes it even dirtier and he just can't help himself.

i got carried away imma s t o p, love u Kat💕

[spiderfreedom]

women must learn about technology

one of the most common gender-limited roles across the world is the making of musical instruments. in the majority of cultures, men make musical instruments. flutes are almost exclusively made by men.

this may seem like a weird little curio - i certainly thought it was - until you read more. in many cultures, instruments are played by the people who make them. if women don't have the knowledge to make instruments, then they can't play the instrument, because instruments may not be made as gifts. instruments become gendered. men resent women entering on their space and refuse to share technical knowledge with them on how to play or make the instrument. women are limited to singing (if that) or simple instruments that they can make. there are very few instruments that "only" women are allowed to play/make.

in its extreme form, this results in taboo musical instruments (usually flutes for some reason) that women may not see or hear on pain of death.

"so what", i hear you say. "what do musical instruments have to do with anything?" well, it shows that one of the most common ways to limit women and raise up men is to prevent or discourage women from having technical knowledge.

even in our allegedly """superior""" western cultures, music production and engineering is almost entirely male-dominated. ask women in production and sound engineering, and you'll find that they face not just benign sexism/prejudice but downright hostility.

men become associated with technology. technology from tekhnos - art or craft. women become associated with spiritualism, the immaterial, the unprovable and ineffable ("we are reclaiming our feminine power through astrology!") or alternatively the body, the base, the mundane, the maintenance work, using machines and technology that they did not create.

knowledge is power. men have historically guarded certain kinds of knowledge/power from women. today, too many men continue this gatekeeping. "don't worry your pretty little head about how a car works, missy." too many women are happy to let them, afraid to challenge their learned helplessness. "I'm a passenger princess! i'm too dumb to know how a washing machine works!" (and i even see feminists say things like "thank god a butch woman was here to help me change my tires." why associate technological knowledge with a certain gender presentation?)

learning about technology can be scary. it's complicated and there's a large body of material to challenge. many of us have been conditioned into learned helplessness, and it's easier and more immediately rewarding to ask someone else to take care of our technological issues for us. there's the issue of stereotype threat where we're afraid to fail and confirm negative stereotypes of women. but if we're serious about empowerment, we must remember knowledge is power. women who know about carpentry don't need to rely on men. women who know how to fix their car can intelligently converse with male mechanics. knowledge is the thing they can't take away from you, you carry it with you where you go, and you can share it with other women. you don't need to learn about every field of technology - pick one that piques your interest (electronics? electricity? carpentry? HVAC? auto mechanics?) and begin reading about it. do beginner diy stuff. over time, you'll gain confidence and useful skills. then help fellow women.

[tokiro07]

True to my word, I'm still thinking about the Great Fairy of Kindness from Majora's Mask several months later, and I think I've realized how it fits into the Triforce without making it the Tetraforce

As established in Ocarina of Time, the Triforce split when Ganondorf touched it because he didn't have a balance of Power, Wisdom and Courage, instead only valuing Power

Link, on the other hand, proves his Courage by facing seemingly impossible odds, his Power by defeating great foes, and his Wisdom by solving esoteric challenges

But the key difference between Link and Ganondorf isn't that Link has a balance of all three, and in fact I would argue that Ganondorf does at least possess Wisdom and Courage in some measure even if they aren't in balance (no idiot is going to successfully conquer a nation, and he's never been portrayed as a coward who would run from a powerful enemy)

No, the difference between Link and Ganondorf is the quality of their character. Link is the Hero and Ganondorf is the Demon King. Link's very spirit compels him to help people in need, to rescue the princess, to deliver the land from suffering. Meanwhile, Ganondorf's spirit compels him to cause suffering, to conquer nations, to blight the land

Ganondorf is explicitly cruel and selfish while Link is kind and altruistic; Ganondorf covets the resources of other lands and seeks to steal them for himself, while Link is always willing to share what blessings come his way with others. The most notable example of this is in Link Between Worlds, where Link and Zelda agree to use their Triforce's miracle to revive Lorule's Triforce

In other words, the thing that defines "balance" among the Triforce, the unifying element between them, isn't the blessing of a Fourth Goddess, but simply the Kindness to temper the other three

One who values Power above Wisdom and Courage will seek to exert their might over others, conquering and stealing to amass greater might

One who values Wisdom above Power and Courage may view others as savage, elevating their own ego to the point of discounting the wants and needs of the unwashed masses, and believing themselves the only one with the intellect to decide what is best for the lessers

One who values Courage above Wisdom and Power may face dangers as any hero would, but not for the sake of bettering anyone's life or resolving conflict, instead merely seeking glory or even simply the thrill of the game, disregarding the consequences that may befall anyone else

I mentioned a while ago that I would like to see a Ganondorf game to complement Zelda's new outing in Echoes of Wisdom, and I think this framework would be an excellent way to facilitate that

There's plenty of speculation of corruption within the Hyrulian Royal Family, so it would be interesting if that corruption allowed for an Incarnation of Demise to be born within their bloodline and supersede the Blood of the Goddess and create an "Evil Zelda" so to speak, one who views her Wisdom as so superior to others that she becomes tyrannical

The Blood of the Goddess is not lost, though, as a direct relative of the wicked princess, Link, has become a knight. However, because of the relaxed moral standing of the current regime, this Courageous knight has abandoned his post to seek adventure and personal glory rather than defend his nation. The princess lets it slide and even encourages this behavior, on the surface because of their blood relation, but in truth because she is aware that he is a threat to her and wants to cultivate his complete indifference to her to maintain distance

The Spirit of the Hero, then, is left no choice but to find purchase in the one place that can always be counted upon to oppose Hyrule: Gerudo Valley. The once-in-a-century male Gerudo, carrying the traditional name of Ganondorf, sees the oppression that his people are forced to endure under the corrupt rule of the Hylians and decides that there is only one reasonable answer: revolution

However, while his training has made him quite formidable, one man alone does not a revolt make, so he seeks to increase his Power through numbers, traveling to the corners of Hyrule to unite the strength of all of the disenfranchised peoples and amass a force so great that even Zelda's strategic intellect cannot hope to combat it

Along his travels, Ganondorf is repeatedly confronted by the carefree knight, Link, who initially challenges him as a simple test of strength but becomes increasingly frustrated by the disparity in their Power. Link's goal transitions from a desire for glory to a desire for vengeance until he eventually realizes the vanity of his quest and sees the damage being caused by Zelda's rule

Inspired by Ganondorf's mercy and drive to save the kingdom, Link's Courage is returned to the righteous path, and the two team up with representatives of the other tribes to overthrow the corrupt Zelda and create a truly unified and balanced Hyrule, one that is led not simply by Wisdom, Courage or Power, but by Kindness

[mcuynfluffwriter]

Red - Bucky X y/n short

\\yes again. I know what the people want.// \\is this connected to the first one? Maybe🫢// \\yk what? Let’s make this a game. Try and fit together all the stories they will be out of order/released in no particular order, have fun deciphering it(if you want)//

y/n=your name, ya’ll know the drill by now- (if not it’s basic don’t worry)

warnings: injury, almost self delete but it was technically under control so don’t worry it’s not going to be a theme, shockingly enough not very much floof for this one, violence

Contains: Bucky X fem!reader, red room shtuff, fight scene because obviously. Violence.

The Red Room was revived and still has some of its widows that Yelena hasn’t found to free. The organization sees the remaining avengers/super heroes as threats so obviously. They sent some girls after them. Y/n, happens to be the one after former hydra asset James Barnes. Time to figure out which trained their soldiers best. Hydra or the Red Room.

You kept your breathing steady. This isn’t going to be hard. He shouldn’t even see it coming. You are perched on the roof of a building with a sniper trained at a window to an apartment. Any second now. Just wait until he crosses into sight. Fire the gun. Mission accomplished. You see something in the window. Off to the side. There. That was part of a face. Impossible! how would he know to be careful? You notice through the scope there is a light reflection from the scope on the wall. Damnit! Dropping the gun and standing sharply you start making your way across the roofs. You were half way there when the window was flung open and bullets were being shot at you. Skirting to the side and taking out one of your pistols, as well as your widow bites, you started returning the fire. You feel pain shoot up from one of your legs and force yourself not to yell out. Damnit again! You stumble back and can feel blood trickling from the wound. You also notice that the gunfire has stopped, it must have been obvious you had been hit. No time for that. You try to run but you end up partially limping, still going fast though. You only make it far enough away to half stumble down the fire escape into an ally o about a block away. Putting a hand to your communicator you start to speak, trying to sound as if you aren’t out of breath. “I got hit, I repeat that I am injured. I’m going to go again I just need-“ you had to cut yourself off and flinch just barley avoiding another bullet to your hand. The super soldier? That was fast. But you already had your widow’s bite on and ready. Unfortunately he avoided the blow. “Who are you?” He demanded stalking closer as you limp further away. You don’t reply, shooting again. “Alright princess, quit it.” He says coldly, hitting aside the taser part of it to the side with what appeared to be his robotic arm. You keep going, you have to. It’s the mission. Besides if he gets close enough you’ll h be able to take him down the normal way. He keeps avoiding your widow bites so you stop bothering to waste them. “Don’t make me shoot you again.” He said, giving a matter-of-fact nod to the bleeding and still painful wound. “Put your arm down, stop trying to hit me with whatever the hell you have. It is not working.” He seemed to pause, squinting in the low and bad lighting level. It looked like he had spotted the pattern on your belt. The widow symbol.

“Who hired you.” “This is my job.” “Apparently. Who wanted me dead?” “My superiors.” You respond both times sharply and without much room for more questions. That was his andswer that’s the best he gets. There was a beat of silence that followed, “You aren’t even actually in control right now, are you? I’m not talking to the real person.” He said with realization. No, that was stupid. What did he mean? Of course this was you. You were a real person why did he say it like you were some kind of extension of nothing? You carry out missions because it is your purpose. But you are forced not to dwell on that. No, no forced- you push it away yourself. At least it feels like it. And pounce forward. You had taken a small knife from a pocket while you had been shooting with the other hand and started using it in the fight. The first thing to do was obviously twist the gun out of his hand or point it away from you. Ow. Moving hurt a lot. Moving fast and using all your footwork in the fight with a bullet hole in your leg was an entirely new experience. But you could swallow the pain. Like the times you had before. Push it away. Keep going. Get the job done and oh my god his grip is annoyingly strong on the handle of this gun. You use his shoulders to brace yourself, jumping up in the same motion to use one of the trade-mark well known widow moves. The super serum wouldn’t stop suffocation so if you could just lock around his throat. He tried to throw you off and it didn’t quite work, as you managed a cut on his head before he could grab your hand sharply and hit you into the brick wall of the ally. Your ears rung loud and sharp and you had to let go. For a moment you were dazed. On the ground, not even realizing you were on the ground, blinking slowly with your gaze up. You could hear your blood roaring in your ears and your head starting to pound with pain. You could feel something wet dripping down from where you had been smashed into the wall. You see the figure of the target and try to get your head back in the game though- blinking rapidly and almost aimlessly reaching for the pistol in your holster. For some reason your hands are shaking as you push yourself back, still flat on the ground, the gun raised at the super soldier.

how disappointing. I thought out of everyone maybe you could at least do this one thing for me. A voice crackled through your earpiece and for a moment you’re dazed again, confused as to why now your pistol was pointed at you… by you. And then, for the first time since you were a little girl, you had a shining moment of yourself again. You must have been ordered to terminate yourself. The target- no, wait, this was another person. He had a name. Looked confused as to what your strategy was now but he must have caught the scared and confused expression on your face. Your hand was shaking more now. You didn’t want to do this. You wouldn’t fail they could give you another chance! You couldn’t force your hand away. You felt your eyes get wet and felt mad because of it. You shouldn’t be crying. Not in front of someone else. And not because of another order. It was just another order. The Red Room needed you to do this. You followed orders. Like you were told. This was no different, right? You didn’t even have time, because a strong hand sharply grabbed your wrist and forced the gun pointed in a different direction. The target? You could see something in his eyes this time though, something else. Something not quite pity but this time is wasn’t anger either. Like now he felt bad about what he was going to do. “They’re making me.” You don’t even realize what you had said, everything just wasn’t registering anymore. You were losing lots of blood and had hit your head, quite hard against a brick wall. You’re voice had been cracked as it said that, and quite- barely loud enough to be heard. “I can tell.” He replied, and you still hadn’t entirely registered that you had spoken to someone out of turn so for just another second you were confused. Not even registering that the two of you were still fighting actually. Your body hijacked by most of your mind and fighting to follow the order you had been given. While the actually conscious part of you felt frozen and stuck. Or. Wait no, maybe the fighting part was the conscious one? You finally manage to get back from the soldier and try to pull the trigger. But it was when nothing happened that you realized during the fight you had just backed out from he must have managed to turn the gun’s safety on. Whatever fine you could follow your orders anyway, you had to. But he caught your wrists again before you could aim the widow bites properly and pinned both of your hands against the tight ally wall, using a knee to keep you pinned as well so that you couldn’t attack. “Sorry about this.” He said, and you must have said something because that all-most-sad expression flickered behind his eyes again but you didn’t have any time for that. Because everything went dark.

[mammons-lover]

The obey me brother's favorite Disney princess:

Lucifer: "Ariel," He relates how she rebelled against her father to get what she desired. or Merida; they are both exceedingly brave, audacious, fearless, obstinate, rebellious, and headstrong. She also had a disagreement with her mother.

Mammon: Tiana, they both have difficulties with bad witches, and he also connects to how hardworking she is (he physically works as a model when he doesn't have to, but he knows he likes to spend money).

Leviathan: Elsa, they both fiercely blame themselves for everything and attempt to avoid their troubles. Also, when they become very emotional, their power reacts, as seen in (small spoiler) Chapter 32, when Elsa inadvertently struck Anna in the chest with her ice.

Satan: Belle, they both enjoy learning and reading. I believe he connected to her more on a personality level than via the story.

Asmo: Rapunzel, He thinks she's gorgeous and admires her hair. They are both kind, make friends wherever they go, and enjoy having fun.

Beelzebub: His is difficult because obey me simply gives him eating and being nice as a personality trait. However, I believe Mulan comes closest to him because she took her father's place in the fight to defend him. This connects with Beel because I feel he would do the same for his brothers; also, he really became a devil for assisting his brother.

Belphegor: He's challenging because, of course, Aurora is the ideal option since she's the sleeping beauty, but I believe he'd also relate to Mulan or Merida. I believe he ties Mulan's resolve to how she persevered while pretending to be a guy until her true identity was revealed. Merida's determination to prove herself superior to the men who wanted to marry her, as well as her desire for freedom. I believe Belphie's motivation stemmed from his hatred for humans and his wrath that Diavolo wanted all worlds to unify and that if it happened, his sister would have died for nothing, as well as how he carried out his plan to manipulate and murder Mc in order to terminate the program.

(I still love him tho)

[lnfours]

Frat!tom makes sure you get home safe after a girls night out, and thinks you look adorably dorky when you're drunk

you're right, anon. say it louder!! frat!tom truly is superior. idc what anyone else says. i also got carried away again and i did something a little different idk how to describe this other than straight up fluff.

LOOK AT HIM!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!?!??!?!?!? IM GOING TO COMBUST.

talk frat!tom to me ;)

it was a saturday night, your friends had convinced you to take a girls night out to the sorority beings they knew girls who could get your group in, and now you were 12 shots of fireball deep and you could tell you were going to feel it tomorrow.

when you told tom your plans for the night, he wasn't mad at all. he knew the girls at kappa and knew you were in good hands, but he still vouched to come get you when it was time to call it a night. and he did, you called and said that you missed him and you wanted to cuddle, his queue that you were done for.

he walked into the party, smiling at the girls as they welcomed him inside. he was friends with a few of the girls beings they were girlfriends of his fellow frat brothers. it didn't take long for him to find you with your group, a red solo cup in your hand as you smiled and danced with them.

you made eye contact with him as he got closer, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight,"tommy!"

god, he loved that nickname.

"hey, angel." he chuckled, hugging you back as you rocked the both of you back and forth. the smell of your shampoo and your perfume hit him in the face and it was comforting to him. it made him feel at home.

after saying hello to the group, he made small talk with your friends who weren't as wasted as you were. after a while, he leaned down to your ear.

"wanna go grab some pizza?" he asked, knowing food would convince you to walk out the door.

you scrunched your nose up,"had it last night."

"what about chinese? ice cream?" he asked, saying the first things to come to his mind.

your eyes lit up, looking up at him,"ice cream."

he chuckled,"then come on, gotta get there before it's all gone!"

you held up your pointer finger to him, letting him know to give you one more minute. he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"fine, this is how we'll do it."

he pushed in front of you, bidding an 'excuse me' to your friends as he leaned down and picked you up, putting you over his shoulder. you let out a squeal, dropping your cup on the wooden floor.

"tom! put me down!" you giggled.

he turned around to your friends, sending a small smile to them,"have a good night, ladies."

"goodnight." they both managed to laugh out as tom made his way through the party. everyone smiled and chuckled, knowing that you were the only girl tom showed this much care to. they were happy to finally see him in love with someone.

"thomas! put me down!" you yelled, not very sternly, as tom approached the car and placed you back down on your feet. you sat up straight and fixed your hair, smiling because you couldn't ever be mad at him.

"ice cream?" he asked, opening the passenger side door for you to get inside.

you closed the car door, walking over to him and smiling before wrapping your arms around his neck, his finding home on your waist. he looked down at you as you smirked up at him, nose bumping his.

"no ice cream, just you." you smiled. you didn't give him a chance to reply before you kissed him softly. he kissed you back, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek before slowly pulling away.

"i can do that," he moved away from you to open the door again, moving an arm towards the car to signal for you to get in,"your chariot awaits, princess."

"why thank you, my prince." you laughed, kissing him one last time before getting in the car as he closed the door behind you.

[liliansun]

how to piss the boys off so they fuck me dumb 🥴

i’ll start first w suggestions 😛🥴 (minors dni!!!)

mark : embarrass him. and i don’t mean like say he shit himself last week or that he accidentally put on your thong half asleep after practice one night. i mean like get drunk,, be around his friends,, when they start talking about their sizes (bc they too are drunk) flirt w them passively. say you bet jeno is probably the biggest in the room. talk about the other men you’ve been ‘with’ even if you know none of them compare to mark and he’ll get pissed and he’ll drag you off when you’re alone and fuck all those lil silly thoughts out of your head. ‘you really want to tell me you think jeno can fuck you like this? you really got some sense of humor. bet he can’t make you cum the way i can.’

renjun : irritate him. sexually frustrate him. piss him off and blue ball him. tell him he’s not getting any because haechan is in the room and you don’t wanna wake poor hyuckie up and he’ll loose all restraint. ‘who gives a fuck what haechan does or doesn’t hear, he’s a perv anyway, he’ll probably enjoy hearing how wet you get for me. why don’t we give him a show, hm? i’m not asking, i’m giving you a warning.’

jeno : flirt with the boys in front of him. i read something like this (shout out to the angel who wrote it bc i can’t think of who it was or the title was but it was jeno getting pissed bc oc spilled water on jaem’s lap and offered to clean him up. IF YALL READ IT YALL KNOW.) esp jaem,, ask jaem to flex his big strong arms,, talk about how buff he’s been getting and complement him on his work in the gym. jeno will embody silent anger. he’ll wait till you’re unaware of your guard being down to make his claim over you. fucking you with no care of who is hearing. ‘you think he’s so fucking strong, huh? do you think he can fuck you like i can? he can’t fuck you while holding your pathetic ass up against the wall. he won’t make you make a mess on his cock like i can.’ (he’ll be a lil mouthy and a bit degrading..but that’s the fun part.)

haechan : game with him and be the stereotypical hot gamer girl every boy has wet dreams for. unknowingly (knowingly) flirt w the boys on the mic and tease them and he’ll get fed up. he knows boys like them,, he was once a boy like them till he met you. and he’ll waste no time to hop offline to fuck you over the desk while forcing you to continue to play the game with the headset on. ‘you want to be a lil gamer slut? go ahead and continue playing with your audience while i make sure to remind you who you belong to, pretty girl. they’ll never touch you like i do,, they’ll never fuck you like i can.’

jaemin : he’s rarely the one to get mad,, especially at you. but when one of his superiors makes a pass at you and you do nothing but laugh it off? yeah, he’s pissed. pissed they think they can even pull a girl like you and pissed you let them think they had a chance. he’s pushing your panties aside with you bent over the sink in the bathroom, scissoring you without a care in the world as he watches you drip down to his wrist. ‘such a shame they think they’ll ever get to see you like this, but you don’t mind letting them think that, do you princess?’ just before he’s plowing his cock into you while making you watch him fuck you from behind in the foggy bathroom mirror.

(perhaps i got carried away.)