#tales sex

[scarabies-real]

Haikubot gay sex. Reblog. You know you want to

[aquarines]

if they do a season for tale of the body thief, i hope that the body they put lestat in is just sam reid in a different wig like i can't bear to look at any other actor as lestat

[saiyanmazen]

Working on a little something to break through my writer's block. It's an early draft, so please excuse any mistakes.

Yes. It's smut for Legend - A Dragon Ball Tale. All based on Bulma catching Vegeta’s cape.

[hedgehog-moss]

My top 10 nonfiction reads of 2023 (the asterisked ones are in French with no translation as of yet) :

Belle Greene, Alexandra Lapierre

The Indomitable Marie-Antoinette, Simone Bertière

Reporter: A Memoir, Seymour Hersh

Red Carpet: Hollywood, China and the Global Battle for Cultural Supremacy, Erich Schwartzel

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty, Patrick Keefe

Servir les riches, Alizée Delpierre*

La Comtesse Greffulhe : L’ombre des Guermantes, Laure Hillerin*

Le Courage de la nuance, Jean Birnbaum*

The Book Collectors of Daraya, Delphine Minoui

Flowers of Fire: The Inside Story of South Korea's Feminist Movement, Hawon Jung

[strewwwberry]

Born to be impregnated, force to pregnate

- tianglang-jun, probably

[greyfingers]

who was it that said they'd pay for a 10k longlegs/reader smut fic because I'm sitting at around 4k right now lol oops

[marzipanandminutiae]

AO3 section for The Handmaid's Tale: June and Serena should hate-fuck

Me: I mean do you but I don't see it

Me when there's a long sequence of June having sex intercut with Serena at the state funeral she carefully engineered for her asshole husband, set to a moody cover of Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain": ...ohhh. oh yeah. no yeah I get it now

[off-brand-adorabbit]

Tress scratched the best itch for me, I’ve been craving a good fairy tale and it was just perfect. I kept slipping so hard into the fairy tale aspects that I kept getting caught by surprise whenever a cosmere thing stopped beating around the bush and revealed itself, actually. While I’m sure that wasn’t fully the intention, it was a really fun way to read some brandermansanderman coming fresh off of sunlit man and how intensely locked in I was with the Connections. Genuinely Tress is such a fun little romp. I love girls who sail in fucked up seas and this is a genre I want more of please thank you.

[tales-of-wocdes]

I always remember when I had my school first sex ed lesson given by our scary principal in elementary school who looked like a really tall native American (in Finland) he was Finnish too. And he used to do some weight lifting competitions when he was younger and still went to the gym every week. It was so awkward and the boys didn't even dare to laugh because the man was scary

That made me laugh, thank you. I suppose that is a strategy for sex ed, everybody takes it seriously if the teacher is scary enough. Based on the fact you remember it, it was memorable at least :D

I don't think giving the job to scariest person they can find at the orphanage is however something that Havard would decide on. Or course if the person is also very good at teaching.... maybe then it would be fine.

I remember a lesson too, though I don't think it was sex ed. It was a biology lesson about human anatomy I think. Of course someone laughed and giggled, but the teacher just asked "Why is it funny?"

The answer basically was "Because... you know..." and pointed finger at the charts of the human reproductive systems. The teacher asked again, and no good answer was given.

Another strategy that could work :D

[cogentranting]

The Hunger Games succeeds (and more so achieves sort of mythic effect) because it approaches dystopia through the timeless-- it (and Ballad) brings these universal ideas to a very personal lens and asks questions like "how do we begin to excuse evil in our lives" or "how do you hold on to goodness in the midst of oppression". And because it is so invested in the transcendent it lends itself to very powerful symbols, which give it that mythic feel.

Orwell's books (Animal Farm and 1984) both succeed through a very different approach to dystopia (Animal Farm isn't really a dystopia in the traditional sense but it has a lot of the elements). Orwell succeeds through real perceptive insight into the inner mechanisms of the subjects of his critiques. Orwell has vision that can cut deep into the way that things like propaganda or 'controlling the narrative' work and then, having dissected them, hold those tactics up for all to see.

And I think a lot of dystopias fall short because they get tangled up in the Idea of their story. The "what if" they've created. Either focused too much on the Issue-- too narrowly to be universal, too broadly to be revealing-- or too disconnected from anything genuine. And because they get stuck at that particular point they don't have much more to offer than "wouldn't this be bad?" And if you get a pretty good writer they can make that feel insightful but really it doesn't have much more to offer than whatever absurd YA book comes to mind first when you hear "bad dystopian novel".

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Here's another one, my foot is numb cuz dog's sleeping on my lap and I can't move.

Pregnant? His human is pregnant? Gabriel nearly knocks his human over when he rushes to hug her. She's crying? Don't cry, unless it's out of happiness. He purrs and kisses her cheeks, he plucks the pregnancy tests from her hands to look at the results himself. They've made something! Would it be a boy or a girl? He's torn. He's had brothers for the bulk of his life but a little girl that looks exactly like his human?

He purrs happily and peppers her with kisses, good little human, he'll take care of her as her pregnancy progresses. He'll handle all the housework so she can rest and focus on growing their child. Their little miracle. Perhaps it's not as much a surprise to him as it is to her. He is aware of a few of his battle brothers with bonded humans that are "single mothers" with little ones that look suspiciously to those Blood Angels. Maybe it is mostly his fault for not using protection when he's fully aware of this possible end result. But... this can be a little surprise from him to her right?

He rumbles as his human mutters about needing to set up check ups and a nursery. He can handle the nursery, can he go with her for her check ups?

Set after Gabriel's Valentines day special

You feel your leg bounce as you rub the barely visible bulge on your stomach. You know exactly who the father is... given that he was the last person you had sex with. Gabriel coos to your softly sitting on the floor next to you trying his best to comfort you. Oh God you were an Astartes-fucker... and you got pregnant! He rubs your hand as he is certainly feeling your panic rising.

Gabriel should feel guilty as there was a possibility of getting his dear human pregnant but he just wanted to show her how much he loved her and was this not also the greatest way for him to show his love? His eyes flick over to the nurse as she calls her last name and he helps her up.

"Emotional Support Astartis?" She says with a smile and you just nod.

"Yeah I'm a mess of emotions right now." You say softly replying as you worry about people finding out... would someone try to take your kid?

"Well you've got your big guy. Lie down please." You obey and she tucks some of those hospital paper around you and some tucked into the top of your pants as cold get is rubbed on your stomach.

Gabriel watched just cooing happily but internally he was doing his mental checkmarks... he would have to tell the acting chapter master what he had done and then the chief apothecary would want to look her over... and then the small coven of alpha legion that is friendly with the legion? Were they basically a legion again? Either way they would make sure no one suspected anything.

You gasped seeing the blurry blobby mess that was your fetus? kid? You just were surprised to even see something perhaps you were hoping to be told no it was no longer there. You look over at Gabriel and you can tell he's holding his breath his eyes focused on the screen just looking over the little blurry blob with you. You wonder if they would have his red hair...

The visit goes well as you hand Gabriel the ultrasound picture... it doesn't look like much but... you can tell it means a lot to him. For Gabriel as he looks down at the little photo. Of course, the Apothecary would be able to get a clearer picture of their child but he didn't know why... but this was something he was going to cherish.

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

[gorespawn]

also while we're here i would like to share the two iterations of tumblr user gorespawn that have existed since i abandoned this blog back in like early 2021. Who wants me

[britneyshakespeare]

wait james somerton sounds a lot like some people on tumblr when they start spouting off about queer history or supposed controversies within it. is that where you guys are getting your stuff? is it james somerton brain poisoning?

[variousqueerthings]

i do think the second half of tales of the city 2019 is soooooooo goooooood, once it gets fully into the Mystery of it all and is less about navel-gazing queer semantics. i approve of navel-gazing queer semantics as long as we're also getting absolute silliness.

lines in this episode have included: "relax. lesbians love me," spoken by our local straight man (and they do, in fact, love him), and "urgh, i hate an evil lesbian. it's such a trope."

this world is lacking in straight man/gay man best friend team-ups who are incredibly invested in each others lives

[third-doctor]

Why. Why did Chibnall make the Daleks sexy. Why. I can't take this seriously they're Daleks they're so goofy. You can't expect me to take these brain squids seriously as a sexy controlling thing even the tentacles can't do that for me. Your deep seductive voice saying "good puppet" can't fool me I've seen Donna Noble make you guys spin. I've seen you shake with rage like angry little puppies. I've seen you quoting shakespeare. Sexy Daleks my ass

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Moon God Lust!

(TW—Lore includes S.A! This was heavily inspired by the story of Medusa!)

It is said every total solar eclipse, is the sign of a new born God.

Lust was a loyal follower of the Lunar entity, the moon. He did everything as inscription told him to, worshipped every night and made offerings before rest.

And in return, he was rewarded for his loyalty. He'd always been blessed with pleasant dreams, finding gifts on his doorstep, to have the best harvest. The moon favoured him as the head, the most devoted worshipper.

Lust, had other traits besides his undying loyalty. He seemed keen on romance, he was beautiful, he sparked jealously in the eyes of others.

But Dispite this, he swore never to tie himself down. He'd always communicate with partners he did not seek marriage or strong bonds, and his only true commitment with lay within the celestial being.

One day, the jealousy of one went too far. A fellow moon worshiper, a bigger and stronger person than him, a woman faster than him, was blinded by her jealousy. Clearly, she should've been honoured as most devoted in her eyes, she worked twice as hard as that skeleton!

The horrid woman used her physical advantages over him one day, forcing herself apon him during worship, staining the sacred grounds with her violence.

She was sure the moon would punish Lust for it. She'd claim she were the victim, and she'd be the favourite. Not considering the sheer consequences this would have on Lust, how broken he felt for it happening.

But instead, the entity had watched, disappointed in her. The moon began to rise at day, confusion spread within the common folk. As the moon came to a halt, right in front of the sun. Making only a ring of light appear in the sky.

Lust laid crying in the place of worship, as he heard a whisper.

Child, loyal to me. I burden you not with your mortality any longer. Came the voice of the moon, whispy and feminine in nature.

And Lust was picked up from the ground, tears crystallize into delicate thread that decorated the robe he now adorned, as his skeleton shifted to a purple, and was gifted a mark of the moon.

As the first, total solar eclipse happened. Was born a God, Lunarst, the personification of the moon.

And, the woman? Oh, she was dealt with. As the moon did not let her rest from that day forward. Owls and raccoons and bears sent after her at night, water tainted if she were to touch it, and her injuries no longer healed.

It's said now, Lunarst is part of the three in the celestial court. Along with the God of Planet, and Sun. To this day, even as a godly being, he grieves over what happened. Lives as a sign of survival, and inspires hope into his own worshippers.