#the mad womens ball

[hannibalspubes]

Some of y’all could not handle Hannibal season 4 when will graham walks out with wrinkles and a  receding hairline. I’ve seen the fan art, I’ve read the fanfics- as soon as will graham isn’t “twinkable” yall would loose interest. Stop lying to yourself.

Me and my mutuals tho we want to fuck that old man

[artfilmfan]

The Mad Women's Ball (Mélanie Laurent, 2021)

[eternal-wint]

Otome Alastor. Fanart for Of Saints and Sinners on AO3 which is a wonderful fanfic, i recommend everyone to read it, it's both hilarious and moving. I learned about it through amazing fanart of it so it seemed only appropriate to put something out as well ":) No UI version under cut

[demonsfate]

OHHHHHH BOXER STEVE AND LIKELY TAG 2 LEE LOL. lee looks cool tho!!! i always luv the mesh shirt. and steve at least has some boxing gear finally.

it looks like they're also giving us alisa's classic short hair which makes me wanna buy it more. but now it makes me wonder... if alisa, nina, & xiao outfits can come with their classic hair, then why didn't Jun's tag 2 outfit come with her shorter hair????? Like I've been DYING for Jun's shorter hair again haha

also i THOUGHT the bikini was part of the battle pass, but looks like it's NOT! the top in the battle pass is a completely different item. ouguhhhhh...

[livingfictionsystem]

-Xanthe

[books-to-add-to-your-tbr]

Title: The Mad Women's Ball

Author: Victoria Mas

Series or standalone: standalone

Publication year: 2019

Genres: fiction, historical fiction, feminism, fantasy, mental health, gothic

Blurb: Dr. Charcot holds all of Paris in thrall with his displays of hypnotism on women who have been deemed mad and cast out from society...but the truth is much more complicated: these women are often simply inconvenient, unwanted wives, those who have lost something precious, wayward daughters, or girls born from adulterous relationships. For Parisian society, the highlight of the year is the Lenten Ball, deemed the Madwomen's Ball, when the great and good come to gawk at the patients of the Salpetriere Asylum dressed up in their finery for one night only. For the women themselves, it is a rare moment of hope. Genevieve is a senior nurse. After the childhood death of her sister Blandine, she shunned religion and placed her faith in both the celebrated psychiatrist Dr. Charcot and science...but everything begins to change when she meets Eugenie, the 19-year-old daughter of a bourgeois family that has locked her away in the asylum because Eugenie has a secret: she sees spirits. Inspired by the scandalous banned work The Book of Spirits that all of Paris is talking about, Eugenie is determined to escape from the asylum - and the bonds of her gender - and seek out those who will believe in her. For that, she will need Genevieve's help.

[studywithjennifer]

books i've read so far in 2023 - 21/06/2023

[socialfilter]

I’ve just finished reading le bal des folles and lemme just say, genevieve was so in love with eugenie from the word go it was so obvious

[todayisafridaynight]

INCREDIBLY FUNNY that I refused to settle for just saying "bread" but yes it was those! So in that sense, the lavish bread physics are integral to conveying how important the little things were in getting him through prison. Still, for the sake of the drip…...... perhaps sacrifices are needed...

But yeah, I'm thrilled you noticed those things about the evolution of Jo's design, too! It's super interesting to think about in terms of storytelling, I don't think you're inarticulate in saying that at all. Speaking of, I also just look up "holder" to find prev asks at this point lol

Jo and Ichi's dynamic is also a major topic of interest for me (as we've seen). I think a lot of what's going on with them is definitely some variation of "old habits die hard." That's natural when you form that kind of uneasy coexistence. But like you mentioned, it's also telling that Jo picked up the nickname in the first place, because I went back through the entire script, and it really is the case that only Arakawa, Masato, Jo, and the people who raised Ichi call him that. It's reserved for his family.

I think this line about Aoki (that I completely forgot about before looking at the script again lol) may also shed some light: "A long time ago, I knew him as the young master. He knew me as Ichi." Because they all do that, don't they? Ichi still says Captain, Boss, and Young Master, Jo still says Boss, Ichi, and Young Master, Aoki still says Dad and Ichi.

Even though on paper these relationships should've dissolved with Ichi being expelled, Masato becoming Aoki, and Jo taking over as second patriarch, to one another, they're all still who they used to be. And as an aspect of how they communicate, the "learned language" that forms in families, it stands out when they're all on the same page with the terms they choose to use.

This line from Ichi also stood out to me: "But my aniki taught me different. He said whoever makes the first move is the victor. The guy with steel balls wins." Like, that's clearly Jo, right? For one thing, the "flavor" of aniki is different from Captain, of course--one is directly an appointed post, and one is more open to interpretation--but it also clearly shows that Jo's imparted his "philosophy" to Ichi in some ways.

I think, to a degree, it's one of those holdovers from RGGO that wasn't fully implemented. Because they're more or less the same in RGGO in this regard, but RGGJo does outright say it makes him weirdly happy that Ichi still calls him Captain, so that's a clearer indicator and makes the idea feel more "complete."

With what I said before about their "learned language," too, the Arakawa Family has this way of saying goodbye that's specific to them, and I really miss it in Y7. It is referenced briefly, but it's not a "thing" like it was in RGGO. It's kinda like how The Gang in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia greet each other with "Hey-ohhh!" LMAO idk but. I Enjoy. But that's also why it stood out to me that LaD8Jo greets Ichi the same way as Y7Jo and RGGJo.

ALSO that is so sick the author of Soliloquy saw your art…… incredible……….. + as an aside since I was reminded, it's very true that sometimes people seem to "fill in the blanks" with tropes, and my favorite is honestly when it's both funny and offensive. There was this whole "phase" (and to everyone's credit it was short-lived) of playing Mine up like this Huge Misogynist because he's not attracted to women, and it's WILD to recognize that he's gay but still pull up homophobic tropes for funsies.

Like I was mad at the time mostly on account of the mischaracterization (because come on, even if you've only seen Y3, he is still uncharacteristically soft with Katase… not that he wasn't INSANE for The Slap, but it also wasn't at all rooted in the same things as say, Nishiki slapping Reina might've been.) But it was funny. Perhaps not in the way it was intended to be, but it was funny. And, you know, that's why I'm happy to stay in my own little corner as well.

You coulda just said bread it's ok 😭 I WAS right though it WAS a carb......

On the subject of language though, it's def something I picked up on (if my last ask wasn't any indication lmao)! It's a real neat detail and something I think helps push that 'family' theme Y7 has going on (or at the very least demonstrates how despite the times changing, they still have those bonds with each other whether they acknowledge it or not), it definitely being a case of picking up a habit/term from family.

About tropes in fan works though, I can't act like I'm guiltless of it LMAO so I don't have too strong of a leg to stand on when it comes to criticizing it (and I can't lie, sometimes I do find playing into the trope funny if it's at least based on something from the text and it's just exaggerated For The Bit yeah). However I do think the strangest thing was linking misogyny and Mine (I made a post rambling about it but deleted it like. .3 seconds later) because nothing he does in either Y3 nor RGGO is explicitly misogynistic? In the slightest? And as we talked about before he's considerably pretty respectful towards women? Again, he surely did slap a little girl, but it wasn't because she was a girl you know (still cringe to do but if we're gonna talk about it let's do it right please and thank you). As you say though, pushing that trope onto Mine just feels like perpetuating the harmful stereotype that gay men hate women, and in cases like that then I can't really take the piss out of it without having a weird taste in my mouth.

[quarterpastmidnight]

Books read in 2023: The mad women's ball by Victoria Mas

Illness dehumanises; it makes puppets of these women, at the mercy of their grotesque symptoms, rag dolls in the hands of doctors who manipulate and examine every fold of skin; curious animals who elicit only a clinical curiosity. They are no longer wives or mothers or adolescent girls, they are no longer women to be considered or contemplated, they will never be women who are desired or loved; they are patients. Lunatics.

[moonstonediaz]

the “pick me, choose me, love me” callback where she said “i am not going to beg you to love me” was 10/10 chefs kiss no notes perfection. but then he calls you bc he can’t make it to the airport and tells you he’s in love with you and he’s loved you every single day and you just…🥴 pretend you can’t hear him?! bye lame ass have fun in boston

[la-salpetriere]

It’s pretty heavily implied in various volumes of “Iconographie photographique de la Salpêtrière” that most of the well known patients (namely Blanche Wittman) were addicted to ether in various severities. I often wonder the rates of this addiction, were most patients dependent on it? It’s very interesting that ether was mostly used on patients with hysteria, who tended to have addictive tendencies.

Looking at art portraying these stories can also be beneficial, even if not a direct factual source. For example, the fact that the film “Le bal des folles” includes from what I remember at least one scene of a nurse being cautious of a possible ether addicted patient, asking “Are you trying to get ether?” when she approaches agitated. This film is not a textbook of course, but it’s important to pay attention to what stood out to the filmmaker while doing research for this film, that just shows it’s importance as a documented issue.

[the-name-is-loser]

Do I know you shouldn’t feed the trolls? Yes, of course

Is that going to stop me from formulating a two page, single spaced essay about how black culture influences modern day American slang? No mom fuck off

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[swagging-back-to]

one of the biggest things that makes me annoyed with connie is just... well everything. but her choosing to spend every second of every day 'studying for college' when shes barely even 15 pisses me off soooo fucking much.

literally abandons every and everything else to sit and study with only 5-10 minute breaks. for college. that she isn't even in yet.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jerking off virgin choso ⸜⸜・

i have been so many people talking about how choso doesn't shave and i want to give my perspective on that.

choso doesn't know why you're looking at him like that. he heard that women like when men walk without their shirt on but he never thought you would be into it.

"do you like my abs?" he asks, sounding completely confused. you laugh at him, telling him that it's because of his abs. but your gaze is completely focused on the happy trail running down to his pants. his sweatpants are hanging a bit lower than they should, giving you a perfect view.

"come here, choso." you tell him, your finger doing the 'come here' motion. his cheeks turn red, just a goofy motion makes him hot all over. he stops right in front of you, his crotch right in your face. you paw at the elastic of his pants, eyes on the hairs under his belly again. you lol your tongue out, licking at his happy trail while you look him right in the eyes.

"what are you do-?" he can't even finish the question because you push his pants out, taking his cock in your mouth. he's long, not the longest, but surely thick. his cock is hidden in between black hairs on the base of his cock. you would normally be disgusted but knowing he's never done this before, makes you wet. you move your hand up and down his shaft,making him choke on the air. he's breathing heavily, trying to conceal the moans that try to get out of his throat.

"you like this?" you ask him, your hand cupping his balls. you massage his ball sack while stroking his shaft. you have tricks in your sleeve that will make him cum right away but you want to tease him. unfortunately, teasing a virgin like choso gives opposite results. he whines like a puppy before cumming all around your hand. you blink few times, confused at how fast he came.

"that was fast." you say. it's not that you're disappointed, you just wanted to play with him a little longer.

"are you mad?" he asks, still out of breath. you shake your head but he sees your expression. he takes your hand again, pressing it right on his cock.

"let's do this again, please. i will last longer. just touch me again."