#she was already at a disadvantage for having the AUDACITY (/s) to be a black woman

[magnusthepuppet]

i genuinely think that harris would have won if she didn’t sacrifice her own campaign for a genocidal ethnostate. she pandered so much to the right wing and know we’re stuck with that piece of shit in office. good job democratic party, this is literally your own fucking fault.

[minniepetals]

scream

❥⋆｡˚ anon said:  [ scream ] for a muse to hear another scream and run to them a mafia au

˚₊· ━━ WORD PROMPT

[ scream ] for a muse to hear another scream and run to them

genre: mafia!au

pairing: bts x reader

word count: 1.7k

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“If you do not agree to our terms then I can assure you that you will be at a disadvantage.”

Studying the man before him who sits in a relaxed position without any worries and a sly grin curled along the corner of his lips, Namjoon can’t believe he has the audacity to act in such a manner during a time of negotiation.

Crossing a leg on over towards the other one, he keeps his face as cool and as expressionless as ever. “You’re the one who wishes to ally yourself with our gang, what makes you think I will simply yield to you and let you do whatever you want?”

Despite the challenging brow Namjoon has raised his way, the man doesn’t look fazed one bit. Suspicious at the confident and cocky attitude, Jungkook who stood beside Namjoon on the right, discreetly steals a glance at Hoseok’s way. Surely being this confident must mean there’s something he isn’t telling them, right?

The eyes Hoseok returns him lets him know that he knows something is going on as well.

“Only a fool would think to keep his silence when Kim Namjoon questions them,” Yoongi speaks in a low tone, already bored of all this and wants to leave at this second. “Spit it out,” he demands.

“Well.” He sits back casually in his seat and turns his head to the side, watching the people on the first floor from the balcony seat with eyes that are quick to capture the one thing he had hoped to see. “You have quite the lovely little rose with you, don’t you? With the softest petals and the most beautiful blush of pink.”

Rose?

They look out the balcony, studying the room and wondering what he means by that.

“It’s quite a shame it has lost all its thorns to protect it from the greedy human hands.”

The moment Namjoon catches sight of you walking away from the crowd with no guard by your side, he’s quick to turn. “Taehyung.”

In a split second, the younger man is out the door while Namjoon kicks back his chair and guns from both gangs are pointing at each other. Namjoon keeps his gaze on the man which turns into a piercing glare that can kill if possible.

He’s beyond angry now but he also knows that he has to make calculated moves without risking anything that can potentially hurt you.

Taehyung just has to get to you on time.

“Ah-!” In that split second you let out a scream of fear seeing a gun pointed your way and the man ready to pull the trigger, someone grabs ahold of you and you’re wrapped in their protective arms as they quickly turn you about, allowing your face to hide right into their chest.

You flinch at a sting that touches your upper arm and hold yourself close to those familiar protective arms.

Taehyung keeps you against him with one arm, pushing you off to the side, while his other hand is already pulling the trigger aimed at the man that dared to point a gun your way.

The bullet shoots and he falls to the floor in an instant without a miss.

“Y/N.”

You look up upon his call, breath cut short and fast as your eyes shake with fear and his grip tightens on you. “Ah!” You hiss slightly and he holds himself back, eyes quick to search for the place where he had touched you.

At the sight of the grazed cut on your arm, Taehyung’s eyes darkens. If he had been one second too late, that man could have actually seriously injured you.

“I-I’m okay,” he hears you say, causing you to grab his attention again. “It’s just a small graze, Taehyung. I’m not hurt.” You look at him with eyes that show bravery in the way that he knows best. Because although those eyes are filled with fear, you’re trying your best not to show it so that he wouldn’t worry too much.

But Taehyung knows.

He knows in the way your hands are gripping onto his blazer so tightly your knuckles have turned white and in the way your legs are shaky and barely holding on.

So without a word, he lifts you up right into his arms while the world before him falls into chaos.

“Tae…?” You call his name questioningly with a gaze so innocent and pure he wishes he can take all your pains away. “What...what’s going on?”

“Namjoon will take care of it,” Taehyung simply states. “Just close your eyes for now, alright?”

Touching the back of your head, he brings your face to bury into his neck to hide your eyes from the dark world and you follow his words obediently, arms wrapping themselves around his neck and holding on tightly as he begins walking you away from the scene.

Meanwhile Namjoon stands tall before the man who’s now on the floor, his men already gone and dead, ready to die along with them.

“You need me,” he tries to convince. “I have information you want and if I’m gone, who’ll give it to you?”

“I would be a fool to keep someone who was hoping to hurt my precious flower by my side.”

Laughing nervously to try and keep his fears at bay, the man lets out a scoff as his eyes shakily scans the room for anything that would help his escape. “S-so what then? You’ll just kill me off?” He eyes a gun on the floor closest to him and quickly reaches for it, only to have Seokjin kick it away and stomp his foot right atop his hand, causing the man to scream out in agony.

“That would be the right idea, wouldn’t it?” Walking forward to forcefully place his foot on the man’s chest, Namjoon’s gaze does not leave his weak figure. “But I’m not going to do anything to you until I know exactly how my little flower is doing. The more shaken up she is, the harsher your death will be and, if you managed to hurt her even the slightest bit, you’re going to wish you never lived on this planet.”

Catching the trembling fear in his eyes, Namjoon lets out a single scoff at how pathetic he is before turning his head towards Jimin.

“She’s taken to safety,” the younger male answers before the question is even asked.

A few minutes later after the man is taken on his way back to their headquarters in order to be personally dealt with, they walk outside to meet both you and Taehyung.

“Namjoon!” He hears your voice before even seeing you and there you are, in your pretty dress with Taehyung’s black blazer over your shoulders as you run to him with open arms and falling right into him.

“Princess,” the boss sighs as he holds you protectively and leans in to breathe in your familiar sweet scent to calm himself down. “Thank goodness you’re alright.” He leans back just enough to take a look at you with a gentle hand caressing your cheek. “You must’ve been scared, huh? I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your rescue.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung came in time. I’m-”

With cold hands, Jungkook slides the blazer off your shoulders just enough to find your upper arm wrapped in white bandage. “What the hell is this?”

It’s new.

It’s definitely new.

“I-I,” you stutter as the group before you falls silent while their eyes say all the things that you need to know. “I’m fine, I-” You quickly turn to Namjoon, knowing he’ll be the most angry of them all and grab onto his arm while you see that his eyes are focused on the bandage Taehyung had wrapped you in a few minutes before. “Namjoon, I’m okay. It was just a small graze, it doesn’t even hurt that much. Please don’t be angry. I’m so sorry.”

He closes his eyes for a moment to take in a deep breath before opening them again and looking at you calmly in the eyes. “What are you apologizing for?”

Looking down at the floor upon their gaze, your face contours with worry. “I don’t want you to be angry.”

“You’re in a position where you could have gotten seriously hurt and you’re worrying about silly little things like that?”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t.” Grabbing ahold of your wrist, he holds your hand in front of him with a serious gaze to prove a point. “Look at this,” Namjoon says at the way you’re still shaking. “No matter how much you try to brave it, you can’t hide anything from us.”

“I...I know.”

And they know that part of the reason why you’re trying to hide it in the first place is because you know you play a role with how the enemies are dealt with. You don't like being responsible for someone else’s pain but how can they help it when they’re the ones that had planned to hurt you in the first place? Using such tactics wasn't ever going to go well with your boys.

“Princess,” fixing the blazer on you to keep you warm against the night breeze, Jimin calls your name softly and presses a kiss to your temple. “At times like this you should be worrying about yourself, not us.”

“We’ll take care of everything, okay?” Hoseok says. “So just focus on you for now.”

“Um…”

They watch you as you hesitate to say something but remain patient to hear your words. Your head turns to where Jimin has his hand on your shoulder before it turns back to the hand that still holds your wrist. Carefully, you reach up to take the grip away in order to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze before looking up at him.

“Can you stay with me then?” You ask the boss as you nuzzle your cheek against the other hand that still remains on your shoulder.

It wasn’t often you spoke a selfish wish and with eyes like that, how can they ever refuse?

“Just let us take care of a few things first, alright?” Namjoon says, speaking in a gentler manner. “Until then, we’ll be all yours.”

[therucrap]

Welcome back to my RuPaul’s Drag Race season 13 Rucrap - episode 3! Please share and like if you enjoy!

Before we dissect the good, drag, and the struggling in this final chapter of a herstorical three-part premiere I have to commend the show on a refreshed rollout that, while longer than ever, allows the C.U.N.T.enders more time to introduce their talents on the only TV show that requires contestants to be designers, models, actors, dancers, singers, comedians, sometimes cheerleaders, and queer trauma storytellers. Now that I’ve said one nice thing about our favorite gay past time, let’s rip it to shreds, mawma!

We pick up right where we left off with the winning queens piling into the DIY Werk Room lounge after a largely successful challenge with no bottoms, their self esteem higher than the Covid rates in Puerto Vallarta after Shangela’s vacation. These lucky queens have been praised for two consecutive weeks and their egos are inflated to full Macy’s Day Parade levels. The smug champs head back to their rooms to admire themselves and it’s time for a new day with our scrappy Have Not’s! Denali, Joey Jay, Tamisha Iman, Rosé, Utica, & Kahmora Hall return from exile on Porkchop Island ready for revenge and in spite of their initial losses are chomping at the tit to prove their worth. Facing mortality has renewed their fighting spirit and these scrappy misfit toys are determined to band together and not only level up with their winning counterparts but outshine them.

Coach Ru arrives to let the Bad News Bears know that they’ll be competing in a nearly identical version of last week’s mini-challenge runway featuring “Lady and the Vamp” looks and like that they’re off! The group hurriedly prepares for battle and when most of them are eyebrow deep in makeup the attention goes to Kahmora who is still gingerly applying primer. We learn that makeup takes her up to six hours on a normal day which is unfortunate considering their slim one hour time limit to get completely frocked. The bedragged crew begins lining up for the runway but a still bare-faced Kahmora is left alone in the Werk Room now spinning out and what seemed like a bit of playful editing at first is now a full code red as production comes to a halt to locate our fashion sloth.

Things finally get started in the runway blackbox where Rosé, Denali, and Tamisha make the biggest splash - Rosé is Fashion Week ready with two cheeky high-fashion concepts, Denali with a playful textured dress and a sheer gown with exposed cage, and Tamisha surprises the judges with youthful pink harem pants and an Elvira look made completely of hair. Utica continues to bring her signature brand of wackyness in two looks featuring Chuck E. Cheese pit balls, Joey skips wigs completely and wears a black bodysuit and chains that screams S&M by Rihanna on a Monday at Micky’s, and Kahmora’s looks are simple which is concerning because she would have had to juggle fire on a unicycle to make the make up for the production meltdown she just caused.

As our unlikely heroes de-drag we see how this rag tag group has trauma-bonded and Tamisha really is the heart of the group. At around 20 years their senior she’s competed in over 200 pageants, won half of them, and has biological children older than her fellow competitors. Before our bonding campers can relax and begin a rousing rendition of Kumbaya, Ru arrives just in time to return us to a familiar panic and introduces the main challenge. They’ll be writing a verse, performing , and hopefully improving the cringey, mid-tempo spoken-word rap Phenomenon from RuPaul’s Drag Race Live! They head to the runway for rehearsal where pro-dancers Denali, Rosé, and Joey try to out-choreograph each other, an already disadvantaged Kahmora struggles to catch on, and house mom Tamisha thankfully steps up to get the team on the same page.

It’s finally challenge day and while painting Kahmora divulges that her boyfriend of eight years doesn’t support her drag career and Tamisha tells us about her legendary drag dynasty, specifically her late daughter Tandi Iman Dupree who is best known for a viral Youtube video cum drag touchstone where she drops into a death-defying split from the rafters over a pageant stage dressed as Wonder Woman to I Need a Hero. If you haven’t seen it go treat yourself to one of the most impressive displays of drag audacity in recorded history.

This week’s guest judge is the charming Nicole Byer known best for letting contestants down softly on Nailed It. The queens perform their drastically improved version of Phenomenon with particularly well-branded and ear-wormy verses by everyone but an uncomfortable and robotic Kahmora. The category is “We’re Here, We’re Sheer, Get Used to it” and big praise goes to the super-watchable and well-dressed Denali and Rosé. Joey, Utica, and Tamisha are celebrated but given small critiques on repeating silhouettes, look cohesiveness, and low energy respectively. Thankfully for Kahmora there are no eliminations this week because she predictably fares the worst and is told by the panel in no uncertain terms to get a personality. The top two are Denali and Rosé who face off to the iconically unsubtle gay anthem “If You Seek Amy” by Britney Spears. Denali can finally show her full dance potential in a ice skate-free performance and she snatches the $5,000!

Join me next week where our rival dance crews finally reunite and the eliminations begin! Like and share if you enjoy!

[etherian-affairs]

Flagrant Breaches of Conduct

@crimson-r wanted these posted. Enjoy our OC ship nonsense because we’re garbage. These are based on/stories for crimsons art. Also this is a two for one.

Content warning for space lezbeanz partaking in some light spice. 

Bed - Story for this piece.

ESS-1172's eyes shoot open at exactly 0400 ship time. No matter when she falls asleep she will wake up at that time or whatever her internal chronometer believes that time is. Surroundings are analysed immediately. She is aboard the Samos. She is in The Madame's bedchamber. She is in the Madame's bed. 

There's a blanket over her. There's hair brushing against her skin. The Madame is with her, to her left, turned away and still. Hera is asleep. Not dozing, but properly asleep. They share the blanket.

ESS-1172's honed mind analyses their body positions. Noting the quickest ways to plunge her teeth or talons into the Madame. Noting how peaceful and calm the Madame's entire body appears. How uncharacteristically serene she is. 

By 0401 ship time ESS-1172 is making note of a strange wiggly feeling in her chest. Unfamiliar emotions squirming in there. It's not unlike when she looks at a beautiful weapon or watches a city burn. Different somehow though. If it is unfamiliar it is likely irrelevant. 

Instead ESS-1172 decides to focus on a different feeling. A lower one. The Madame is beautiful, unmarred. Her physique is perhaps a little unhoned but there is allure to those slight hints of comfort. The specialist props herself up, and leans in to softly blow on the upper curve is the Madame's ear. 

With a flick of the ear and a murmur Hera is roused from slumber. Her head turning to catch 1172's gaze. Red eyes momentarily confused, then annoyed at being woken up. 

"ESS-1172 what are-" the Madame doesn't finish that thought. The specialist doesn't care about what she has to say right now. 

The annoyance in those red eyes becomes surprise when the specialist suddenly leans in and passionately kisses her. A murmur escaping when ESS-1172s reaches around her to grab her hip and roll her onto her back. The Madame's eyes close. 

The specialist is filled with her own desire now. Like the anticipation for a kill but somehow better. Once the Madame is on her back 1172 shifts herself to press a knee between Madame's legs, spreading them so her curled knuckles can begin to tease Madame's sensitive core.

A moan escapes the Madame and vibrates through the specialists body, then suddenly a hand is around the back of ESS-1172s neck, holding her in their passionate interlock. It's not a strong grip by the specialists standards, but somehow it feels inescapable regardless.

When Madame's claws dig into 1172s arm, drawing blood, that wiggly feeling in the chest wells up again. The strange emotion just drives the specialist further. She wants more of those moans. She wants to see the Madame buck and curl.

Then she wants to watch the Madame sleeping peacefully again.

Wall - Story for this piece.

Madame Hera was starting to actually have some trouble focusing. While yes it has been days since she got a proper night of sleep she has been supplementing with the occasional doze. Normally that would be enough to let her keep going well enough for this long. No it really was the tedium of the current work was starting to take its toll.

Hera has been working with the government of a new world she has 'adopted' into the Horde non-stop for days. They were already united under the victor of a world war they had just fought a couple of their decades ago, and when the Madame arrived they seemed quite amenable to the Horde.

Then they revealed themselves to be so very boring.

That isn't to say the initial political maneuverings weren't quite enjoyable. First contact was, as it often is, quite an entertaining affair, and as talks of integration into the Horde have evolved the first hours and even days at the table were a wonderful duel of political interests!

Then she got past the initial stages of setting up the framework for negotiations and it all ground to a complete halt. Not even in an interesting way. Rather the bureaucracy involved in this species planetary government can only be described as insanity. It feels as if every sentence needs to be passed along a chain of people that stretches around the equator of the stupid little planet they call home.

It's all so exhaustingly boring.

Madame Hera's eyes look up from the file in hand as someone new enters the informal conference room she's sitting in. She had hoped going back to a more casual setting would help expedite things but that didn't seem to be panning out. At least she can do her work from a sofa now. The newcomer is ESS-1172, in her full armor but lacking her assortment of weaponry. The specialist hasn't been needed for any of this but Hera has noted her orbiting the talks a few times over the days. Never this close though. ESS-1172 finds a place in the back of the room, looking at some papers laying on a table. 

Hera finds herself dreadfully curious about what the specialist is up to, if only because nothing else going on is very interesting.

Frustratingly ESS-1172 does not do much of note. She stands there, looks over the room. Picks up and reads, or pretends to read, some documents. Someone asks who she is and Hera hears her say she's a special military consultant. A surprisingly good lie from the killer. Though perhaps her breed are trained for such things.

It's as the Madame finally decides that ESS-1172 must just be here out of boredom and ceases her discreet observation that she feels the looming. She looks up too see the familiar blank helmet staring down at her. Was 1172 waiting for Hera to stop paying attention to approach?

"...Yes?" Hera asks blandly.

"There's a private communication for you Madame, you should take it outside." ESS-1172 replies quickly and curtly. Some of the other Horde personnel here glance around quizzically.

"Very well." Madame Hera stands, straightening out her dress. ESS-1172 is up to something and if Hera is lucky it's a bombing. 

That's not true. A bombing would actually be bad considering that things are going positively, just slowly.

So Hera heads out, and ESS-1172 follows, into the corridors beyond that room. "ESS-1172 what is going on?" Her voice holds a tone of annoyance. 

"You're unfocused. Tired." The Specialist says evenly. Then suddenly she grabs Hera by the arm and pulls the Madame into a side corridor! "You've been showing signs of it steadily over the past few days but these last hours have been bad." 

Has ESS-1172 been observing her in detail? Can the specialist tell her mental state that easily? And she also has the audacity to grab her Madame?! "ESS-1172 unhand me." Hera hisses. Venom dripping.

"Of course, Madame." The specialist replies in her normal way as she suddenly pushes the Madame into… a closet? What is going on here? She does let Hera go after that moment though.

The Madame is furious. How dare this underling touch her without permission, manhandle her and pull her into some closet for no reason. She is about to reprimand the specialist when suddenly the door is shut behind them and the specialists helmet is pulled off with a hiss of seals opening. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Hera demands. Now furious and marginally confused by ESS-1172s strange behavior. Her claws are flexing on instinct.

The lavender eyed demon takes a moment to floof her hair up before replying. "You're unfocused." She repeats. "Your emotional energy is low and your work may suffer for it. It also makes you more vulnerable to attack." 

"That does not explain this unacceptable behavior." Hera's voice isn't raised but it holds a tone. Fury, superiority, like the wrath of God. This is in effect her yelling voice.

"I'm helping raise your endorphin levels." There's a glint of lavender teeth in the dark now. ESS-1172 Apparently completely unphased by Madame's anger. This is followed quickly by the specialist lowering herself down. Placing kisses and light bites on the exposed skin on Hera's side as hands grip the Madame's hips.

Oh.

"ESS-1172 we are in the middle of importaHH" teeth dig into her side, at the same time one of the other woman's talons cuts through the Madame's underthings. Emotions mix in the Madame now, her fury still there but swirling with excitement and desire. This is unexpected, incredibly disrespectful, a complete breach of conduct, and wildly exciting.

Suddenly Hera feels the specialists hands reach around to her backside and she's lifted up off the floor with ease. Her back pressed against the wall behind her. ESS-1172's powerful physique manipulating her as if she's nothing. Her legs are thrown over the specialists shoulders and met immediately with biting and nibbling on her inner thighs.

The Madame gasps. It's becoming increasingly clear just how pent up she has been, how much she needs this. As the larger woman's face nuzzles into Hera's core and her tongue teases across the Madame's sex it becomes clear how much Hera wants this.

"Do not tease. No time." Hera gets out. Her command obediently met as 1172's tongue snakes in properly. ESS-1172 loves to play, and often Hera is happy to indulge and let things drag on but there is in fact a political meeting happening in the other room. 

The Madame manages to keep her noises relatively quiet at least.

When all is said and done Hera pants lightly from her seat on the floor, regaining her composure slowly. She does indeed feel reinvigorated.

Then she spots ESS-1172 pull a pair of black lace panties from a pouch on the belt of her armor. She hands it over to the Madame.

Hera almost laughs. "You came prepared."

"It would be a potential disadvantage to return to the talks without. You despise disadvantages." ESS-1172 is smirking. Pleased with herself.

Hera is rather pleased with her as well. Though there is still the matter of how this was all initiated to deal with.

"I'll punish you for your insolence later." The Madame finally notes before getting herself up. "You will communicate your intents clearly going forward." She adds. 

"Of course, Madame."