#strong-female-character

[doodlingoutloud]

Into The Shadows (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/353850408-into-the-shadows?  In a world that has been turned upside down by nightmarish creatures, Rouya possesses an extraordinary gift that might be able to save everyone. She embarks on a perilous journey to confront the sinister forces plaguing their world. But will she be able to fight for her loved ones and the world, or will the secrets she discovers on the way threaten her love for everyone altogether.

Hey guys! I’ve been working on this new story for a bit. I hope some of ya’ll can find the time to read it and any ideas or critiques wud be more than welcome. Thanksss

[irontigercolor]

My Possesive Female Alpha - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/934545635-my-possesive-female-alpha-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=GyasiaLiburd&wp_originator=9%2BU%2FQaLFAqUMXXT%2BYz2nx3gqXECZyxm0X9Tikjr2m9XN6nY1mY%2F2YfcnethjqgNWLCGDAmWcjoMvknnZ4TI0Ci87cw2SrsJv6nEkk7l7Ja9s2CVu6YzJuyr9mjVzDHrT Mike thought he is alone a werewolf. His parents died in accident..... Living on his own,doing his daily works surbiving another day and defeating rogues. Simple Life..... Until She came.......... The Alpha, what is it?mate?omega? Thinking about supernaturalworld..... And.. How the wolf world works??? Was enough for him. But now............. how,can he bear with an overprotective,possesive and a jealous female alpha mate, which is hell bent on tying him up, to her bed (of course😏) mate with him and to keep him secure from all dangers or from herself. See, Mike overcome his hurdles and learning all those amazing facts about werewolf,cause novel and reality are utterly different....maybe...or not. So enjoy the story.

[dearausten]

not now sweetie, mommy is watching how the massive girlbossification of female characters has led to the belief that weak and vulnerable female characters are badly written characters because apparently every woman needs to be outspoken and witty and snarky and brave in order to be considered “complex” and have any value in a piece of media!!

[kaeraz]

Dream Steel | Book One: Awakening (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/388264425-dream-steel-book-one-awakening?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=mrs_kaeli **New chapters posted every Tuesday and Thursday** In the world of Eurastad, dreams are both power and sustenance... Avaya Laurangue, a warlock-in-training, feels the pull of a hidden power within her dreams. As the furcula-an ancient border spell protecting Roanoke Forest-weakens, she grapples with her burgeoning abilities, combining the deadly precision of steel with the ethereal dreamsmoke that provides untapped power in her mind. She races against time, sensing a looming threat as the creatures within the forest stir. Grenale, an incubus bound by the old ways, is forced to flee his burning home in Roanoke as human soldiers hunt his kind. The broken furcula has unleashed chaos, and Grenale must navigate a world where fear is the new commodity, all while wrestling with a growing hunger he can barely control. Nassem Fortune, a powerful incubus in the heart of the forest, sees the broken furcula as an opportunity to seize control and usher in a new reign of terror. He desires not only freedom for his kind but dominance over the human realm, manipulating the warlocks of Tantro to sow discord and unleash his army of incubus. As the lines blur between hunter and hunted, Avaya, Grenale, and Nassem are drawn into a dangerous game of power and survival. Can Avaya master her dream magic in time to confront the encroaching darkness? Will Grenale overcome his internal struggles to find his place in a changed world? And will Nassem's ambition consume them all in a tide of nightmares?

[shalinaryal]

Untitled story (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/372334771-untitled-story?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Ishallyanar When the persona Shalin, a rather adventurous and intellectual girl finds herself in the abandoned castle of the yin forest where the locals had warned her about it's danger and it's incomplete history, Unknown of what will happen when she meet the ruler of the land with fear and attraction perhaps . ''I'm not scared besides I have to go to complete my thesis and I don't believe in such mediocre stories of old men tales.''

[bebs-art-gallery]

Female Rage in Paintings

Judith Slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi | Salome with the Head of Saint John the Baptist by Caravaggio | Judith Beheading Holofernes by Caravaggio | Jael and Sisera by Alessandro Turchi | Judith with the Head of Holofernes by Louis Finson | Jael slays Sisera by Ottavio Vannini | Judith and Her Maidservant with the Head of Holofernes by Orazio Gentileschi | La Douce Résistance by Michel Garnier | Timoclea Kills the Captain of Alexander the Great by Elisabetti Sirani | Untitled by Jose Gabriel Alegría Sabogal | Salome Bearing the Head of Saint John the Baptist by an unknown copyist after c. 1631, originated from Guido Reni

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[coffeecatcraze]

Why are about 90% of the finale posts I'm seeing about the deer bastard guys come on, Charlie and Vaggie are right there being an adorable badass couple who love and support each other, why isn't the Hazbin tag flooded with THEM

[becomingvecna]

Elvira, Morticia, Nancy and Wednesday as 80s cartoon characters by dollycypherart

[loulouhattie]

🔥🔥🔥Careful soldier. If I burn any hotter, I might explode 🔥🔥🔥

mother sorry mother sorry mama k sorry mama k 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

3.5 hrs in procreate

ref is Xinia (link below)

[firewasabeast]

So unrelated but I will be forever indebted to amanda tapping for crying in her trailer after a day of filming stargate sg-1 and telling the producers/showrunner etc. that she was gonna have to quit because the male writers were writing her character so terribly. my queen had to tell them that strong women don’t say things like “just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside doesn’t mean I can’t handle whatever you can handle” and they actually listened to her and changed the scripts and then years later made fun of their own bad writing by putting that line into an au episode meant only to show how stupid it sounded. she truly changed the world and we are blessed for it.

[wordsmithing-and-worldbuilding]

Knight of the Blue Surcoat - Chapter XIX: The First Battle (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1337851962-knight-of-the-blue-surcoat-chapter-xix-the-first?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OneWinterNight&wp_originator=Kq4fniBkYCldqGTOHe9qvZhepRnE9Yw51bLW0qX3x5qDjXohJ2%2By1P13KsQkmJa9gcU31qEaU5eRrCY3Ar8oEH%2BuGkyQBGkkCsP4zm7G2kRPeoF5s0d4aCvNyRGP9IOB Being King Arthur's daughter is not as good as it sounds. Sixteen-year-old Melora has struggled to find her place ever since her brother was trampled to death in a hunting accident. Her father raised her to be a warrior, but Melora isn't allowed to enter the nearby forest to prove herself worthy. She wants to escape, but how can she leave when even the sight of a horse makes her paralyzed with fear? Prince Orlando is expendable. His arrogant brothers and distant father were thrilled for him to leave tiny Thessaly. Orlando heard tales of Arthur's court, where men are measured by their worth. He came to prove himself; he didn't plan to fall in love. Pursuing Melora earns him powerful enemies and endangers them both. When Orlando is cursed to eternal imprisonment in the Otherworld, only Melora can save him and break the curse. Melora must overcome warriors, outsmart kings, and face her deepest fears if she wants to get Orlando out alive. But first, she'll have to get on a horse. *A Retelling of The Adventure of Melora and Orlando*

[guardcanine]

via solisolsoli on x/twitter

[bebs-art-gallery]

Fire Dance (1889) by Joseph Tomanek † Le Villi (1906) by Giuliano Bartolomeo

[lilislegacy]

In all these instances, Annabeth is going through a terribly stressful situation, and she’s not afraid to admit that she wants Percy to hold her. The only time Annabeth lets herself be truly vulnerable, and feels truly safe, is when she is in Percy’s arms.

She craves to be held by him. And that doesn’t mean she’s weak, or that he’s stronger than her, or that she relies on him to take care of her. It just means that for the first time in her life, she has a pair of arms to collapse into when she’s scared or upset. And yes, she absolutely does the same for Percy and takes care of him too, but it’s slightly different. Percy has always had his mom to love him and take care of him and hold him. Annabeth, however, had to put walls up at a young age. She learned to never rely on anybody else for safety or comfort, because she never consistently had someone loving her or taking care of her.

But now that she has that, it’s not a surprise that she yearns for his affection. Annabeth is touch-starved in a way that Percy isn’t. And she never feels more loved or more safe than she does when he is holding her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I am so happy that she has that now. Annabeth Chase is a warm, sensitive, and emotional character. And when those parts of her shine through, I think it makes her one of the most realistic characters.

For some reason, I feel like people think that Annabeth, and other female characters, have to be cold and insensitive in order to be strong. But I think that couldn’t be further from the truth! Allowing yourself to be vulnerable takes the utmost strength. Love and trust, and having someone by your side, makes people stronger, not weaker. I personally love that Annabeth lets herself be loved and comforted by her partner. Because she can be “the little spoon” and still be completely his equal. Wanting to be held and taken care of does not make someone lesser or weaker. It makes them human. (And it goes the same with men and all genders). It makes Annabeth one of the most relatable and realistic people in the series, and I love that Rick shows that side of her.

Annabeth Chase is a remarkably strong, fierce, legendary female warrior. She also craves to be held by her loving boyfriend. And those are not conflicting statements.

[flowerandblood]

Duty and desire (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x niece • wife female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, smut, angst, praise kink activated, lactation kink, fluff ]

[ description: An incident between her husband and their sons causes her uncle to completely break down. She decides to show him how deep her feelings are towards him and to comfort him. A heartbroken, vulnerable, infatuated Aemond in need of simple tenderness. ]

Author’s note: The events of this oneshot are part of the canon of The Fall from the Heavens series and feature the same characters. I couldn't sleep and that's how I mentally coped with what I saw in the second episode of the second season. You're welcome, lol. If you still didn't watch it, wait with reading it (if you don't like any kind of spoilers). It can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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He had returned to their chamber earlier, tense and visibly frustrated despite the fact that he usually spent that part of the day sparring with their sons, training them in the wielding of the sword.

She smiled at him from above her book, watching as he involuntarily looked into the cradle where Visenya slept peacefully.

The birth of their first daughter was joyous news for the entire kingdom, including them.

"So early?" She asked, spreading out comfortably in her chair, curious about this change of plans. Her uncle only pursed his lips at her words, walking over to the table where she sat and reached for a cup, into which he poured himself a little wine.

He remained silent.

A bad sign.

"What's happened?" She asked immediately, seeing that hundreds of thoughts were currently running through his mind, which if they did not find an outlet would eventually explode in the form of his fury.

He took a few deep sips from his goblet without looking at her, setting it down with a loud clink of steel on the table.

"Viserys and Aegon have suggested that Ser Robert should be the one to train them today. They apparently want to become archers." He said with a sneer and anger that startled her. She swallowed hard, closing the book, understanding full well that his words were only the tip of what he was really thinking about.

"In your presence they always feel they have to prove themselves. They're afraid of being ridiculed in front of you. Maybe it's…"

"At their age I dreamt of my father doing for me what I do for them. This is our time together." He growled, looking out of the corner of his eye into the area where she sat, but not directly at her, immersed in his thoughts, memories and regrets.

"I know." She whispered and her words, something about the way she said them made his lip tremble, made him lower his head in shame and cover his face with his hand, drawing in air loudly.

"They are terrified at the sight of me. Both of them. They don't love me, they just fear me. Their own father." He mouthed, his quivering voice betraying that although he tried to control himself, something about the thought had broken him.

She stood up from her seat, shaking her head, coming up to him quickly, wanting to touch his arm with her hand, but he moved away and turned his head, not wanting her to see what was happening to him.

"If you could hear with what pride and admiration they speak of you when you are not there. They so desperately want to please you." She muttered in pain, feeling a squeeze in her heart at the thought that he might have believed he was a bad father, when they both knew how hard he tried.

"To please me? My sons, they live to please me? And if they don't then what will happen to them? Hm?" He asked and fell silent, looking at her at last, his eye red with grief and despair, his face simultaneously red and pale with emotion, his lips parted in a heavy breath.

He covered his eyes with his hand as he burst into silent sobs, as if he had not stifled the thought for a day or a month, but for years, ever since their first son had been born.

She looked at him in disbelief, stunned, at the same time hurt and saddened by his words, by the thought of how he judged and perceived himself.

"Looking into my eyes do you see anything other than love?" She asked, renewing her attempt, taking a step towards him, and this time he didn't pushed her away, looking at her uncertainly.

"– it's something else –" He whispered.

"– how can it be? – do you think I would love a man who is a bad father to my children? –" She asked further, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, his cheeks red from tears.

"– stop it –" He said and turned away, wiping his face, walking to the other side of the room, embarrassed and ashamed of his weakness.

"– sit down on the bed, husband – I want to explain a few things to you –" She finally said.

He sighed heavily and did as she asked, making room beside himself, looking down at his hands, heartbroken. She, however, walked up to him and did not sit next to him, but on his lap, surprising him by taking his warm, red face in her hands, stroking his moist skin with her thumbs.

For a moment she simply looked at him, all helpless and vulnerable, feeling the heat in her chest.

"– you're defending our family – you're the rock that protects us – you have to show strength – be determined – and that's hard when you're king and father at the same time – the burden of the crown is great and you know it – you're trying to prepare them for it –" She whispered, with each successive word placing kisses on his red face: on his forehead, his temple, his eyebrows, his eyelid, his cheekbone, his lips, his jaw.

She felt his hands involuntarily rise to her waist, stroking her through the material of her gown.

"– so why don't they understand this? – why do they push me away? –" He muttered, focusing his gaze on her full, plump lips, his manhood hidden in his breeches pulsed softly in a natural reaction to her closeness.

"– because they are still children – children who need their father to love them no matter what – a father who will sometimes let them go their own way –" She said softly, in a gentle, light motion untying the black ribbon at the back of his head, making the front strands of his silver hair fall over his shoulders.

"– I just want to spend time with them like a father with his sons – I want them to need me –" He whispered, and she nodded, letting his broad hand move her hip closer, making her body press against his.

"– I know, my husband – my sweet, sweet husband –" She whispered and heard him draw in the air loudly, surprised, his erection pulsed hard between her thighs.

She licked her lips, wondering if he was aroused by what he was hearing.

"– my husband is so good to me –" She gasped softly, letting their lips join in hot, sticky, lazy kisses, making wonderful heat surge through her body. "– my sweet friend – my sweet boy –"

She shuddered as his fingers tightened on the material of her gown, his throat leaving a sound she had never heard before.

He moaned.

Not the way he usually did, low and deep, when it was on the verge of panting, but high, the way she did when he gave her sweet pleasure.

Their fingers tightened on their bodies, letting their mouths find each other in greedy, violent, deep kisses – his cock between her thighs swelled all over and pulsed, hot, betraying that he was now completely ready to possess her.

"– I love you – please –" He muttered, forcibly ripping her gown off her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts, all swollen with milk. Something like a sigh of delight and relief left his throat as he sank his face into her sternum, his thumbs stroking and teasing her nipples hard from the cold.

She moaned as she tilted her head back, untying the material of his breeches, feeling the wonderful, pleasurable wetness between her thighs, proving that she was ready to receive him deep inside her.

"– my sweet husband deserve to be soothed – doesn't he? – to feel his beloved wife – how warm she is – how wet she is –" She whispered, cupping his swollen, quivering erection in her palm, feeling how incredibly hard it was, its tip thick and smooth, dripping with his moisture.

"– yes –" He mumbled in shame, directing one of her breasts to his face, holding it in his hand, finding her nipple with his mouth, beginning to suck it loudly along with her milk as she guided the head of his cock against her pulsing slit.

"– ah – my husband is so hard for me – makes me feel so fucking good – so, so big –" She cooed, sinking slowly onto his manhood only to lift herself on it with a loud click of her wetness, opening her thirsty, fleshy cunt again and again on his long, throbbing erection.

"– f-fuck –" He exhaled, embarrassed, imposing a fast, aggressive pace on her at once, clearly aroused by what she was saying and how she was behaving, needing her affection, her acceptance, her closeness, everything he couldn't ask of anyone else outside the door of their chamber.

"– it's all yours, my dearest – I can ride you all night – you'll fill me with your seed as many times as I need, won't you? –" She gasped, and he groaned loudly into the skin of her breasts, clamping his hot hands on her hips, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, panting and quivering along with her.

She wasn't sure she had ever experienced a similar orgasm, so overpowering, hot, soothing, delightful.

"– f-fuck – f-fuck, Aemond, yes –" She whimpered, throwing her head back as she felt his body convulse, his warm seed filling her womb wit his low moans of pleasure.

He released her nipple from his mouth, panting heavily, snuggling his cheek into her chest, letting her arms embrace him in a tight grip, her lips placing tender, hot kisses on his hair.

"– forgive me – I'm ashamed – I –"

"– you are my husband – let me give you relief when you need it –" She whispered, combing her fingers through his long hair.

"– but – it was –"

"– a husband can show tenderness and understanding to his wife, but a wife to her husband cannot? –" She asked in pain, and he swallowed hard, letting out a loud, shuddering breath.

"– it won't happen again –" He muttered, needing, apparently, for her to tell that lie so he could stop thinking about how weak he was, how he needed it, how pleasant it was.

That he would beg in his mind for more.

More of her tenderness.

More of her praise.

More of her love.

"– as you wish –"