#weak for a redhead 😔

[acapelladitty]

bereft of grace

Summary: Defeated by Messmer, you find that his plans for you, a mongrel tarnished, are far different than what you might expect.

(tw: non-con, humiliation, forced stripping, restraints, mild tit torment, rough sex, size difference, stretching, vaginal fingering, creampie, overstimulation, pain)

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You feel the infernal chill of his helm pressing against the side of your face as he lowers his head to your own. His words, soft-spoken and laced with cruelty, brush across your ears as your naked back remains pinned to his chest - restrained by both the strength of his arm pulling tightly across your stomach and the unshakeable wrap of the snakes which lace across your wrists to keep your hands useless and pinned against your sides.

"Mongrel tarnished." He growls the words like a slur, silken hatred pairing with the predatory knowledge that you were truly helpless in his arms. "Thy kind are good for naught."

A serpentine tongue slips free of his lips to stroke a languid line across your neck, tasting the sweat of your battle and the fear that had long since laced your skin since he had deprived you of your torn clothing; the shredded materials laying in a discarded pile below your suspended frame. His tongue is warm, wet and the sensation of it brushing along the sensitive skin of your throat is as arousing as it is repulsive.

"Stripped of gold."

Thin fingers force their way between your legs, widening your thighs as they push at and grope the skin there so roughly that you know small, circular bruises will be left in their wake. His hand slides further, your breath hitching with despair as he presses against your most private flesh; lengthy digits stroking along your slit to test the skin there as they tease your slightly-wet hole before slipping up to graze across the ultra-sensitive nub of your clit.

"Stripped of grace."

Gasping as he pushes two of his fingers within you with little preamble, the sudden stretch of the intrusion burns like hellfire and you cry out as he starts to pump them inside your walls. Your body responds despite itself, his long digits stroking areas which were quick to ignite a warmth in your cunt that made your brain feel fuzzy despite the hollowing discomfort.

"Stripped even of thy paltry linens."

The heat is oppressive, the flames which he was able to conjure in an instant making his body feel like a furnace where it touches your own - even through his armour - and it pairs with the shameful warmth which rolls from your own body as you find yourself pressing down into his hand like a bitch in heat.

As soon as he had robbed you of your weapon, you assumed death was to swiftly follow and a genuine fear of being impaled like so many of the corpses which littered the road to the Shadow Keep immediately made you compliant to his commands. You had dropped to the floor and awaited a swift death which was not to come as his hand had stayed, something almost like amusement playing in his drawn face as he noted the instant submission and ordered you to approach him.

He had ripped your clothing from you, tearing it with a demigods strength as you shivered and ignored the hot shame which paired with the fear in your heart. His snakes followed their masters will without verbal instruction, the infernal heat of them as they slid across your skin making you gasp as forked tongues tasted their way across your shuddering frame to lock your hands in place.

After that, it didn't take long for Messmer to make his move. His gaze, split between hues of gold and the abyssal void, had taken its time in your appraisal - peering into your anguish and fear-laced expression before roving across your ample breasts and lower half. A rail-thin hand had struck like one of his many serpents, harshly gripping at your upper arm to spin you in place and allowing him to scoop you close as inhumane strength lifted you from the floor as though you weighed nothing.

Nothing in the face of a demigod.

Thoughts snapping back into the moment as a third finger breaches your hole, a pained howl slips free of your lips as you writhe in place - attempting to pull away from the pleasurable pain with a futile struggle. Sex and bodily pleasure wasn't unknown to you, but the sheer power which rolled from the demigod who seemed determined to amuse himself with your flesh made it difficult to focus on anything outside of the humid air and the sensations he was forcing upon you.

"Thy kind are fit for use as a fleshly pleasure. No more. Strip all thoughts of lordship from thy desires before my hand is pushed to strip thy skin from such soft flesh."

Fresh snakes slither across your chest, the thin bodies wrapping around the globes of your breasts and tightenening to the point of true discomfort - the rope-like restraints making a wicked pressure quickly build up in your abused chest. Sinking their fangs into the sensitive skin just below your chest, the snakes showed no sign of letting up their firm hold and you almost sob with relief as Messmer's thick fingers pull free of your cunt.

It's a short-lived peace though, as his slickened fingers are quick to establish how tight the hold his snakes have achieved and a guttural cry breaks free of your throat as his large hands move to pinch at your chest roughly. Nipples perked due to the pressure and arousal which is rolling through your stimulated frame, he's careful to snatch the sensitive nubs between his fingers, one at time, until fresh tears spring into your eyes and your back arches violently into his chest while your lips form a constant stream of pleas and whines.

"For one so cursed and devoid of all, thy voice is surprisingly sweet." And although you cannot see his face, you can hear the predatory arousal which accompanies the words.

He was enjoying himself, attempting to force you to do the same.

"You are the cursed one."

Finding your voice, you yelp out the words like an accusation - arousal, shame, and mild horror sparking a momentary boldness which you immediately regret as his body stiffens and a sharp chill replaces the cruel warmth of his earlier tones.

"True, little tarnished. My curse is borne in the void of the abyssal serpent. Naught more than a monster, I will force thee to embrace thy oblivion and know such suffering."

Something blunted presses against your hole and your panicked struggle renews as you feel just how big he is, the girth making genuine fear lance your spine as you realise that his earlier rough treatment with his fingers was a necessity more than anything else. Aside from the stretch which his fingers provided, you were horrified to feel just how wet you were as his cock grazed along your slit; collecting your arousal to ensure an easier entry as he forced himself inside such a tight-fit space.

The noise that slips free of your throat is inhumane, guttural and raw, as the head of his cock breaches past your hole. It feels like it's going to split you apart and the sheer burning ache of the merciless stretch instantly overpowers any other feeling in your body - your toes curling as a wracked sob shakes your trembling frame.

"Please! Please, st-stop." The words are a babble, stuttered and broken, as you try to force yourself to relax around him, to adjust to his infernal size. "My lord, please."

The unexpected use of his title earns a rumble of approval and his lips are hot against your neck once more as his sharpened teeth graze across the sensitive flesh while he considers the plea with a low hum.

"Thy slickened folds tell of a differing desire, little tarnished." Messmer growls, keeping his cock still as he allows himself to acclimatise to his gripping tightness of your spasming cunt. "But I am not a rutting beast, devoid of all mercies. Ask it of me and I shall see to thy own pleasures."

Fresh shame flushed through your frame, adding another layer of heat to the already sweat-slicked skin as you listen to his offer. He would force you to ask this of him. To make you accomplice to your own unmaking. A cruel mercy, but a mercy which you would take him on as the alternative seemed impossible to bear.

"I beg you, my- my lord. Please, use me."

His chuckle is victorious and wicked in its joy as Messmer pulls you lower on to his cock, forcing another two inches of him within your aching hole. However, true to his word, his free arm, the one not pinning you to his chest, slips down between your legs and you gasp as his finger circles itself at the top of your cunt, seeking out your most sensitive flesh.

He knows he has found it when you jerk in his arms, an electric bolt of pleasure arcing across your skin as his calloused finger grazes your swollen clit. It sparks him to pick up a slow pace, his cock breaching your hole until it presses flush against your cervix before pulling free until only the head remains. A slow pace, but a brutal one as every thrust makes it feel like he is pulling your walls free with him - the friction immediately sending your body into overdrive.

His finger never lets up the pressure on your clit; alternating between grazing along it directly and gently thumbing circles around it as the dual manipulations forced your legs wider, your body seeking more pleasure to offset the ache of the stretch. Pain and pleasure, both sensations at war within your tortured flesh until his thumb presses just a little too roughly against your nub and you came undone.

Clenching around his cock, your release brings with it a low scream as waves of pleasure roll across your body. Messmer seems to appreciate the forced pleasure, if the growing pace of his cock is anything to go by, but the continued stimulation of his thrusts only serves to make your orgasm draw out until your body twitches from the aftershocks.

"So easily pleasured. Were it not for thy warriors garb and weaponry, I would have assumed thee a courtesan. A temptress, well-versed in the pleasures of men."

Messmer grunts the insult as he continues to fuck you without mercy but his humiliating words barely register within your overstimulated mind as your whimpers fill the large room. His voice is full of excitement and you can hear the slight gasps which exist between the words and how they speak of his own coming release.

His cock having ruined your most sensitive walls, the dull ache of the stretch now only serves to enhance the pleasure and you cannot help but clench around him, pulling him to his finish as his cock twitches within you.

The arm around your stomach tightens, as do the snakes which remain bound across your suffering frame and you feel the heat of his release as it scorches you from the inside out, much hotter than any man you had been with before. Seeking his own pleasure, Messmer pulls you tight, forcing his cock up hard against your battered cervix as his mouth buries itself into your neck - teeth and tongue making a mess of your skin as he marks the territory like a beast.

It all proves too much and you come again, your cunt fluttering and squeezing his cock as low, animalistic noises break free of your lips. Your strength leaves you in an instant after the initial high and the loose limbs of your frame are only supported by his arm and snakes as he keeps you suspended like a puppet until he's finished with you.

His cock pulls out, the movement slow and certain, and the moment his cockhead slips free you feel the heat of his release trickle down your thighs as a gaping emptiness seems to fill the space between your legs. Despite the heat, you feel cold and you whimper anew as his snakes unlatch themselves from your chest and retreat back to their master.

Messmer's breathing is heavy and his chest feels as hot as ever against your naked back, even his armour having lost its metallic chill, as he continues to hold you in place. Aching, twitching, and thoroughly fucked you lay passively in his arm, your entire body feeling loose and untrustworthy.

After a minute has passed, Messmer speaks once more and his hoarse words are delivered to your ear as he lifts you slightly higher.

"My vague amusement with thee requires further consideration." As silken as before, you shudder at the close proximity as you rub your mess-slickened thighs together. "And so my offer is thus: remain in the Shadow Keep as a personal courtesan to myself, a role in which no other man nor beast shall lay hand on thee, or choose to return to ash and I shall grant thee a swift death until thy body is restored by the grace of gold which thee are unworthy of."

Your breath hitches, both options relaying in your mind as you recover from the shock of the unexpected offer. Messmer, however, did not appear to be a patient man and his arm jostled you slightly as he instsntly pushed for a response.

"Well, little tarnished, what is thy choice?"

[teatitty]

You don't understand how badly I want to make out with her

[zoobus]

I Shall Master this Family! is a rare princess story where the art is like, outrageously skilled, unique in its consistent level of detail, unreal historical fashion dedication, so much so that it successfully carries what's an overall mid story. You might notice that it's a mid story (I certainly have) but they throw you another sumptuous princess Guinevere sleeves and you're goaded into another chapter.

Normally this isn't enough. If anything I've found too good art highlights bad writing, thoughts wandering to how the artist(s) deserves better than the slog they're supporting.

But I'm stuck with this annoying isekai girl ignoring all the more emotionally intriguing subplots in favor of chapter upon chapter of isekai-based ego-stroking (can you believe this little kid came up with this brilliant business plan? Can you believe a 9yo identified the genius of a commoner? It's like she knows everything before it happens! Lay it on thicker!) because a) artist team that can conceptualize adults over 30??? b) artist team that draws old women??? Real ones???

b2) men too though it's more impressive that they drew a beard like they've actually seen a beard before. Old guys are common but distinguished and healthy looking ones less so

c) you can tell this is based on a historical fashion because nobody invents cultural male-garb unless they're meant to be eroticized. I can't think of another story where any real attention was put into what the guys are wearing unless cleavage was involved

I don't know if I even care for the fashion itself - that there's conspicuous effort into its portrayal puts it in a class of its own. Everyone else is satisfied with the certified male love interest paizuri shirts, cravats with medievallish suits, and generic npc peasantwear.

d) I don't know how many times I've given up on a comic because the artist had a fetish for blondes, making it nigh impossible to tell anyone apart. This story takes place in a Scots-inspired land, so a sizable chunk of the cast are redheads and the endless shades of red and curl textures never gets old. I like that blondes are still sort of gingery and shout out to the colorist for not being weak, blue-eyed apologist.

It came far too late but I finally understood why Shananet fell for this loser's act when he whipped out the brown/blonde puppy combo. Wish the writers were capable of juggling plots so we could have seen more of it.

I'll have to get into it in another post but the writing flaws are grating in a skill issue way, maybe too much ambition that should have been scaled back. For example writing men as being generally less substantial, more hysterical, while making women intelligent, well-rounded, characters with depth of various alliances only works if your story focuses on the latter. If you give me cold, calculating ice queen, I won't be satisfied with the plot spending more time on the dumbass loser 30-something eldest son throwing tantrums when his stupid plans fail. Likewise, how do you think it feels learning that the cool-headed, clever woman who gave up on potentially taking over the clan for a worldwind romance was played for a simp by her (quite obviously) less intelligent husband who doesn't even hide his seething hate for her family well? It makes everyone look like a clown. Writing structure crit imminent

It's a shame but unfortunately I like the way it looks too much to drop it😔

[blackkatmagic]

You are a woman of taste and class, unhinged redheads are truly the best

It's a long-standing weakness, and it has risen up with a vengeance. 😔

[sonofthesaiyans]

Hitch Wins! On to the Next Poll...

Before any more time passes, let's get things rolling for the next round, guys.

First things first.......the results of the last poll.

First let me just say I was rather disappointed at the lack of votes, guys. A mere 61 this time around. 😞

I expected a better turnout. Especially since it was a poll honoring AOT's forgotten girls, one of the main points of my page. And I heavily suspect it was because I had to repost my original poll that it came up weak.

In my experience, when something is reposted, it generates less views on the second go around. I have seen it on YouTube and elsewhere. And I would appreciate if such a trend didn't repeat itself here. I feel like the vote turnout would have been better if I didn't have to go back and do that due to an error, and I do know the original results played out differently as a consequence.

I just hope for better from now on. And for those who do vote, PLEASE REBLOG as you do. It would help tremendously.

Anyway, as I was saying.....our top three winners. The first with 26% of the vote....

HITCH DREYSE! Not too surprising, she always seemed to be a favorite with most. One of the few members of the Military Police to actually develop a likable personality. And one of the few people to establish any real connection to Annie Leonhart which counts for something. She definitely could have benefitted from a larger role in the story. Seeing how she represents a badly underdeveloped faction within the Walls.

And at second place with just over 21% of the vote....

NANABA! The masculine beauty of Squad Miche. This is a character who continues to grow on me. And as one of the few supporting scouts with any substantial amount of screentime, she is a fascinating character. Cool under pressure, headstrong, and a natural leader. I think we can all agree she deserved better in the long run. Justice for Squad Miche.

And in third with just shy of 20% of the vote...

ISABEL MAGNOLIA! Levi's long lost friend and companion. The third of the main ladies to have an intimate and lasting impact on Levi Ackerman's life. Would have been fascinating to explore more of that unique friendship, seeing the connections he already has with Petra and Hange. She was the initial frontrunner before I had to repost the poll. Wonder how she would have fared otherwise. But she is truly the dark horse here, even in third place. I may have to do an Isabel Deserves Better post one of these days. Who doesn't love an energetic redhead?

Meanwhile.....

Poor Anka is dead last here. Didn't even crack 2% in this poll. 😔 Scoring less than Hannah Diamant And Rico Brzenska. Such a shame, I always thought she was cute and we deserved to see her in action. Please show her some love people. Because she got dealt a raw deal by Isayama. More on THAT one later....... 🔍🤔

To everyone who did vote and reblog, thank you! Let's hope for a stronger turnout this next go around.

Now, this week's poll......

In order to be fair, I am NOT including Levi as he is already plenty powerful. I also will NOT include Erwin Smith, as the controversial choice of giving Armin the serum over him I think speaks for itself. It's enough to assume that yes, there exists a vested interest in him coming back as a Titan Shifter already.

And yes I added Mikasa to the list. Let's pretend there was nothing that prohibited her from becoming a Titan, because frankly the so called Ackerpower is not well explained anyway. Also screw the canon, Isayama's rules don't apply here. Let's use a little imagination I say.

Well that is that. Please have at it people and please, REBLOG!

Let's see who comes out on top. 👍

[scarlethexelove]

Brunette Wanda or Redhead Wanda?

I'm sorry this ask was hidden and I didn't see it 😔. But as much as I love brunette Wanda I have a weakness for redheads they make me melt 🫠

[fr0st-km]

Howdy~ 🤠 can I request headcanons of the overblot peeps (excluding Crowley and Grim) having dreams of them killing their S/O during their overblot?

“ SUCH AN ABSURD DREAM ”

Gn s/o . Mentions of deaths, violence, blood . Headcanons . Thank you for requesting!

OH HELL NAH NO WAY I’M GONNA WRITE THIS— *proceeds to write it* I didn’t add Vil because writers block suddenly hit me 😔🙏

“I-I’m sorry but I have business to do!!”

RIDDLE will be absolutely terrified. What kind of a dream was that?! The red liquid that was splattered all over the green grass and created a large puddle of it made the redhead’s heart stop for a moment. Add the terrified points when he saw his overblot form piercing a rose bushes’ roots against your chest and pulling it out and that caused Riddle to jolt up from his sleep with dilated pupils and a panicked yet sweaty face. Next morning when he saw you walking in the hallways with Grim and the ADeuce combo, he sighed in relief knowing that you were still alive. Still, he couldn’t even face you when you called out his name and Riddle ended up running away.

“Oh, Herbivore, you’re still alive? That’s good…Now be a good pillow because you ruined my sleep.”

LEONA usually gets dreams so it wasn’t really a surprise to him getting one. However…This dream made him shot his eyes open out of shock— Seeing himself in his overblot form whilst watching you slowly fade away as he heard the screams of others calling out your name in horror. Leona started breathing heavily before closing his eyes shut again and sighed to himself, that was just a dream…Right? Next thing he knew was him bursting into the Ramshackle dorm and running upstairs and slam the door to your room open— only to see a shocked you and Grim facing the beastman. Leona doesn’t admit it but he is so fucking glad to see your healthy and active state.

“I— UHM— I-I’M SO SORRY S/O BUT THE M-MOSTRO LOUNGE NEEDS ME—!!”

Oh god…AZUL literally screamed in the middle of the night— almost all of the Octavinelle residents woke up, especially Jade and Floyd. It’s just that…Seeing his overblot form choking your neck until your body goes limp was just too much for him. The next thing Azul did as soon as he woke up was going on a search for you. This octopunk never felt so…Relieved just by seeing you reading books in the library. Just like Riddle, Azul ran away as fast as he can when you noticed him and called out his name—

“Thank the sevens that you’re still alive…”

Haha…Oh…JAMIL will go into panic mode after receiving such a vivid dream. Him throwing your figure to a wall as the hard bricks cracked is a sign of your bones already split into half while damaging your head badly, with blood flowing down your forehead then your weak figure slumping against the cracked wall. Jamil’s first instinct as soon as he arrived at NRC was to find you ( with Kalim trailing behind him ). As soon as he found you, he tackled you into a tight hug which felt ao OOC to you— Jamil didn’t really care of the stares he received from Kalim and other students, all he ever cared is our safety, after all <3

Fuck you, writers block <3

[ketsueki-writes]

Hi! Hope you are doing well! If I'm not late for the event how about yandere aftercare with Ushijima? I haven't seen much yandere content for him🤧🤧🤧

And if you are willing to take multiple characters, how about Kirishima and Kaminari yandere aftercare? I mean— please ignore that if multiple characters aren't allowed I just like them a lot😔

ᴀɴ: ᴏʜ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴜɪʟᴛᴘʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜ ʙʙʏ! <33 

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀɴ-ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ (ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀʀᴇ,

♥ Wakatoshi Ushijima 

He lifted you up, your legs limp as he pulling you off his cock, setting you on his torso. Your hands pressed against his large muscled chest, trying to hold yourself up as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was tired, what with the way he forced you to ride his cock, the places where his hands gripped your waist stinging slightly, the remembrance of bouncing on his rod replaying over and over in your mind. 

He laid against the pillows breathing heavily as he let you catch your breath. “Your arms are weak.” he said lowly, watching as your body struggled to keep itself up. “Relax.” 

You looked at him through weak half lidded eyes. “I wanna go back to my room...” you said, your voice tired and slow as you spoke. “No you’re spending the night with me.” Ushijima replied not even considering it for a second. You pushed up a bit, trying to rock off of him but his hands gripped your waist tighter, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. 

Ushijima rolled you to your side, laying you on your side as he sat up next to you. “Relax.” he said again, letting his hands caress against your sides. “You’re always such a stubborn brat when it comes to me.” he said, his eyes trailing the length of your body before making eye contact with you. 

“You know I love you.” 

You turned your head to the pillow, his intense gaze making your heart race. It was like everyday you had to convince yourself that you didn’t like this man, that he was the one who kidnapped you, that you want to escape him. 

And day by day it was getting harder and harder. 

Ushijima laid next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you. You paused, just for a moment before reaching out to him, and he happily pulled you close. “We can get cleaned up in a bit, for now I’m just gonna hold you.” he said, matter of factly, and for once you didn’t protest. You snuggled closer to him as his arms wrapped around you. 

Relaxing in his comfort. 

♥ Eijirou Kirishima and Denki Kaminari 

“Haaa that felt, amazing!” Denki said, falling back on the pillows, a wide grin on his face. He chuckled turning on his side as he saw you falling head first into Kirishima’s large toned arms, his own hand pulling you closer to him. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your body shook, your breath unsteady as he held you. 

“W-what’s wrong?” Denki asked, watching how your body nearly deflated against Kirishima’s. He moved over, sitting next to the two of you as Kirishima ran his hand down along your back. “She’s tired Denki. You need to give her some time.” he said. Denki reached over, curiously turning your face to look at him. “You okay sunshine?” he asked, his voice calmer now as he looked into your tired eyes. 

You nodded, silently shaking out of his hands as your moved closer to Kiri’s chest, leaning against him for support. Denki moved behind you, before sliding off the bed. “What do you need Kiri?” he asked, as the redhead turned to him. 

“Maybe some baby wipes, a towel and some water?” he mentioned, thinking to himself as Kaminari bolted off to get everything. 

“Just relax baby, we’re going to take good care of you.” he said sweetly, rubbing your back gently as your breathing began to even out, your body stilling in his arms. It wasn’t long before Kaminari came back. Kirishima laid your on your back, pressing kisses to your forehead and neck as Kaminari began to clean you up. 

You felt strong hands all over your body holding you down and still as you were cleaned and spoiled with kisses. Once they were done Kirishima pulled you closer to him, Kaminari snuggling close behind you. 

You’re eyes were hardly open before, and they were shut closed now. 

And they were holding you tight in an embrace, all night long. 

come join in on our event! 

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[when-wax-wings-melt]

hello just casually stopping by to say that what. what on earth was going on at the end of hosab. in response to your tags: I'm very curious to know what your rants were about if you'd like to share. no pressure though! I am going to attempt to do homework while processing that crossover like huh. why. what.

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING HELLO. LIKE WHAT. the rest of this post contains hella spoilers for crescent city/throne of glass/acotar btw anyone else.

so!! my rants about hosab were a lot about sarah j maas in general (this is a sarah j maas intensely dislike blog btw! I hate-read hosab 😔) and the problems with her books. I have a few categories: Characters, Relationships, and of course there's the twist at the end of hosab that I intensely dislike.

That's what the ask was about so I'll start with that. The main twist at the end of hosab was, of course, that Bryce went to the acotar universe instead of Hel when she moved worlds. Firstly, it's pretty fucking lucky that she ended up like right in front of Azriel (and not even in front of cass and nesta fucking or whatever the hell their relationship is about 😔, or in the middle of nowhere or the human world) but that's not even my main problem. The problem is that this plotline was plain ol' weak writing. Sjm realized that the majority of her fans' favorite series was acotar, and instead of having another cameo of Rhys and Feyre like she did at the end of throne of glass, she had them become characters in crescent city. To me, this is a chance at grabbing her audience after the mind-numbing repetition of hosab so far. And DAMN HER it worked. I wasn't planning on reading book three but not I HAVE TO, dammit. Bryce and Hunt should have had their own arc with their own solutions just like Aelin and Rowan and Feyre and Rhys did. The crossover shouldn't have been necessary, it was a lazy grab for nostalgia (for lack of a better word) and means that reading crescent city is better if you read acotar (money grab potentially) and I stand by that.

MOVING ON. CHARACTERS.

I have huge huge problems with SJM and her characters, mostly because I intensely dislike the majority of them. And I'm almost positive this has something to do with being ace because all of her characters are on their intros described by their sex appeal and how fucking gorgeous they are and how many abs they have which is so weird?? And unnatural??? I own Crescent City and a few throne of glass books but I do not feel like checking them so we're going off of screenshots I currently have saved and my prior knowledge (which i believe is Good Enough).

All the women are interchangable, especially her three protagonists. Bryce, Feyre, and Aelin. Aelin's description is: Blue eyes with a rim of gold, golden hair, pale skin, skinny with (somehow) generous curves, muscled but it didn't show (???). Feyre is: brown hair, blue-grey eyes, skinny (originally she was flat but I'm almost certain she gained curves by the end), pale skin. Bryce: redhead with freckles, pointed ears, extremely curvy (I'll talk more about this later), pale. Ignoring that all these women are white and there is a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead (you know, depending on the taste of her audience) these women are so... impersonal? Feyre's hobby is painting, Aelin loves music (particularly the piano), Bryce loves dancing. Checking off the artistic qualities, there. They all are selfless to the point of self sacrifice (not necessarily a bad quality, but by the time you get to Bryce jesus christ) and ridiculously overpowered (something that works for Aelin, aka my favorite of the ladies in my favorite of the series, but not necessarily for the others).

The main men? also interchangeable. Sarah J Maas does this thing where she has an introduced love interest (or several) and then either she kills them off (see: Connor), villainizes them (see: Tamlin, Chaol), or sets them up to be a "right person wrong time"/better off as friends thing (see: Dorian). I'm gonna talk about this later. Anyway, Throne of Glass men (originally) worked because they were more realistic men than the eventual love interests: Rowan, Hunt, Rhys. Their descriptions (from what I remember, and also from fanart) are... Rowan: silver hair, green eyes, tan skin, tattoos on his back and sorta on his cheek, muscles on muscles on muscles (this man is an impossibility), handsome and like... weathered stone. wasn't that used as a descriptor? Rhys: tan skin, dark hair, dark purplish eyes, HELLA BUILT, beautiful, gorgeous, etc. Hunt: darker skin I believe (?), d...dark eyes, (I dont remember what he looks like this is sad), the most I remember about him is that he is piled with muscle like he has a 15 pack or some shit. it's crazy. I can't even TALK about sarah j maas's apparent wing kink (like what is up with that hello?) right now but yeah. hunt always has wings, rhys sometimes has wings, rowan can be a bird.

I'm just. convinced that you can switch out any of these people and the exact same things would be possible. Sure, they have different powers (aelin's powers, feyre's... everything apparently, bryce's light, rhys's shadows, rowan's... wind, hunt's lightning) but like seriously. ALSO you could probably switch out cassian or azriel (cass post acosf), or even Connor or Tharion (4 more guys with the exact same bodytype) with these guys. You could not switch dorian or chaol because they actually have personalities (major L for sjm, because she started out with cool characters that had, you know, separate characters and then it dissolves into a bunch of 8-packs and gleaming tan skin (?)).

All of these characters are skinny and the majority are white. The fatphobia (and even vague misogyny) in these books is insane. It's messed up. I'm not even fat but I'm mid-sized and I cannot relate to any of these ultra thin (with... curves...) women. I cannot find a single woman with a realistic body besides fucking Lehabah who gets little pagetime, is ridiculed and teased the entire damn time, explicitly rejected/said to be undesirable, and then killed off in book one of crescent city. She's "plump." Bryce gave me hope, because she is described to have been rejected from a dancing company for having the wrong body type, and being curvy... but there are so many descriptions of her body and none of them mention a tummy. She has a fat ass and boobs and... where's the rest? It's like Sarah Maas is scared of giving her women realistic features because she's making them end up with these unrealistic men. It's heartbreaking.

FINALLY. RELATIONSHIPS.

first off, as an asexual, specifically acotar and cc relationships severely bother me, but this also applies to tog. At least in tog and cc they arent compelled to have sex as soon as they accept their mates? And they are physically incapable or resisting it? I have issues with the "mate" shit at all (hello what the fuck is up with that? There is one person you are meant to have babies with and are chained to them for the rest of your immortal lives??) but there's just. significant problems with how much every single relationship in sjm's books is focused on sex, and people being horny.

Starting with the fact that all the ending love interests of the main characters are over 100 years older than the protagonists, the women. I believe Aelin is 18, Feyre is 19, and Bryce is 23 when they meet Rowan, Feyre, and Bryce, and they end up together within a year of knowing each other. Ignoring the "mates" bit of this (fate or whatever the fuck led them to fall in love) this is SO un-okay that I am just so... I don't like it. Age gaps are okay in real life but I'm uncomfortable with them when the younger person is under 30 anyway, let alone under 20 years old. Aelin had been with three people before Rowan and only slept with one, Feyre had been with two other people before Rhys (one of them was a fwb situation, the other was abusive?), and Bryce is the least problematic. At least she was over 20.

Anyway, all the relationship are copypasted. Crescent City especially. in Crescent City, guy and girl meet (there are NO gay relationships for some reason. only sapphic and too few of those as well) and immediately are horny (??) and then it's a slowburn. And then they fuck. I guess there's meaningful shit in between but damn if I remember. I'm almost positive that hunt and bryce were just horny all the fucking time and then they didn't even do anything about it (for absolutely no reason. their deal in hosab was just to drag out the slowburn) until halfway through book 2 when it was very clear they both wanted to. I was very excited for Ruhn and... what's her face. Lydia. I liked their relationship a LOT and then I hated it as soon as they fucked because it took away ALL the meaning. They fell in love too fast, sacrificed themselves too quickly for each other, and I have nooo idea how Ruhn managed to get that horny when he couldn't even see her and she was being sexually fucking harassed daily by literally the worst person ever to have existed. What was a turn on in that situation? NOTHING. OH MY GOD. i hate it a great deal.

The thing I mentioned earlier, the stack of love interests. Throne of glass is my favorite of her series for a few reasons, but one of them is how that love triangle was handled: aka she didn't end up with either Chaol or Dorian, and neither of them were villainized (at first) or killed off which I appreciated. Chaol was later villainized and then redeemed, and while I don't like him (never really did tbh) I do like what ended up happening to him and I also enjoy Dorian's arc. I have my issues with Rowan and Aelin but I'm cool with where they ended up and I appreciate that they didn't have sex CONSTANTLY. only sometimes. better. I liked Sam. That was good for Aelin's arc.

Larger problem is Feyre and Tamlin. Obviously, Tamlin sucks genuine ass, but the reason this was such a shock was because he was a perfectly fine person in the first book? I can understand that he locked Feyre in the house, I can understand that he was inactive/unavailable and that's why she went with Rhys and that's fine! whatever! but... he was villainized and then unvillainized and I just. don't get it. I'm so tired of this. Rhys is a bad fucking person and I don't like him oh my god why did the mate thing happen. Cassian and Nesta are even worse and I WILL make a separate post about how her character was put into a meat grinder if someone wants me to.

I was planning on eleborating more but this post is SO LONG and I am sooo tired. congrats for reading this far if u did 😭😭

TLDR: sjm's characters are unreasonably horny all the time and copypasted into each other's stories, throne of glass was the best because it was original, (also the plots are all the same), and the twist at the end of hosab was fan service. thank u. i'm out.

[cmivr]

[ HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE SPOILERS ]⠀hhhi i shifted to camilo's moving castle last night so that was pog have a storytime of the first day i was there <333 - @merymikey @madrigl @fgdsshgsdf @tyngluv @fluffy-the-satyr

♡⠀( i scripted that my dr would take place over the span of a few weeks rather than like a few days in the original movie- i also scripted that like,, i wouldn't remember what i scripted?? so everything would be a surprise for me in my dr, and i could act of my own accord )

♡⠀i woke up in the hat shop!! it was really cute and pretty, damn, i was also really cute and pretty JNSJNAJAN it was really cool, i could smell the smoke from the train and the fabrics and the strong ass perfume of my adoptive mom and co-workers outside,, the whole chit chatting scene from the movie happened and a few mins later i walked home

♡⠀two douches approached me and started flirting with me, i got really uncomfy, blah blah blah, then wowowjosjijwojw an arm wraps around my shoulders

♡⠀he wasn't soft-spoken like howl was in the movie 😔. was not graceful or subtle in the slightest, mf literally stumbled forward, and put almost all his weight on me, and was super fucking LOUD ANAJAN

"heyyy!! lay off on the pretty little lady guys!" the guards quirked a brow at the young man, the redhead speaking up; "who are you-" he let out a giggle "none of your business, now be on your merry way!"

♡⠀HE WAS SO PRETTY SJAAJNAAA his hair was a bit longer? he looked the same- but like,,, ugh,,, the black skinny jeans(??),, the rings,,, the tiny heart earrings,,, the really fuckin oversized white shirt JHSNDE!?!?!?!? and then i was interrupted with a "like what you see?" smh 💀👊

♡⠀the big black blob guys started chasing us and he rolled his eyes like "oh my fucking GOD it's them again, let's go" and i was just confused as fuck like TANGINA NADAMAY PA AKO?? he took me to an intersection in the alleyway, they were coming from all directions and WOOSH!!! HE TOOK ME UP INTO THE SKY AND I ALMOST CRIED

♡⠀he helped me calm down and walk in the air properly, and he was very gentle ajnsjdne he had an arm wrapped around my waist and the wind was lightly blowing through his hair ack ang pogi shet 🤤. he was like "you're doing great, good job" and my heart was going JNUHSIJIJ019u91i!(U!((!)(@!>

♡⠀and then he dropped me off in the balcony of my family's bakery / mansion,, and he gave me this BIG TOOTHY GRIN UGHFHDH AND was like

"i'll draw em off, don't worry! though you might wanna wait a little before heading back out" his thumb caressed over the back of my hand in a soothing manner "o...okay.. thank you.." "that's my girl" he flashed me a smirk, and with a swish of his cape, he was out of sight

♡⠀i just stood there for a good 2 minutes,,,, like,, crying,,,, 🤩🤩🤩

♡⠀anyways i spoke with my sister lettie and she was,, blonde,, pretty,, really neat and wearing pink poofy clothes, basically the opposite of me, but she was really nice to me!! she genuinely cared and kept fussing about the guy who walked me through the sky to my balcony, and saying like if it were camilo, i might've been dead--

♡⠀blah blah blah, we had a nice talk- i went back to my lil hat shop,, it was like 10pm by then and some LADY!?!?!? BREAKS INTO MY SHOP. i was scared. like really fuckin scared she was belittling me, insulting me, and then saying something about camilo paying her a visit and then SHE DID STH TO ME, and next thing i know she was gone and i'm an old fucking hag 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

♡⠀GUYS PLS CHERISH AND RESPECT UR GRANDPARENTS OMFG IT IS SO HARD AND SO SCARY BEING OLD JWNAJNAJA MY BACK WAS SO PAINFUL,, I WAS SO SLOW AND I FELT SO WEAK IT WAS NOT FUN AT ALL,,

♡⠀i considered like,, running away or spending the night at my shop,, but like idk how long the spell would last, i had no money, no food, i couldn't hide from them forever!! so i HAD TO WALK HOME IN A BIG ASS BLANKET TO HIDE MYSELF FROM MY FAMILY JANJANJAA IT WAS PATHETIC

♡⠀took me about an hour and a half to get back home, and by the time i was there i already like, started packing because i knew i needed to like break the curse and shit because i am an independent woman / senior citizen 💀💀💀💥 and yes i fell alseep crying bc wow lowkey traumatic shit

jnajasnjasnj do i do another part,, i don't really have too much to share from that dr since i only spent a week there so far 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[rosenallies]

PLEASE more rosenali office AU

bestie 😩 rosé punishing/humiliating nali in her office

Do Not @ Me 😔

Tw//for kinda intense punishment

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“Get up,” Rosé snarled in Denali’s ear, coming up behind her from where she sat at her desk, twirling her hair between her fingers innocently.

“Oh, but Rosie, I’m working so hard right now. Can it wait?” She asked, batting her long eyelashes coyly.

Rosé narrowed her eyes, grabbing her by the elbow and dragging her to her office anyway, the other girls giggling as they passed their cubicles.

She slammed the door shut, throwing Denali again at it.

“Slut,” Rosé spat, grabbing at her hips greedily.

Denali giggled. “Only for you.”

Rosé laughed darkly. “Oh baby, you think I didn’t notice you flirting with the new temp boss? All batting those pretty eyelashes and then bending over to show off that fat ass of yours in that short little skirt right in front of her.”

“I really don’t know what you mean, Brooke is nice. I was just being nice, although she is pretty hot. And so is her assistant, Vanessa, I think?”

Possessiveness flashed in Rosé’s eyes. “You just bought yourself a lot of trouble, baby girl.”

She took Denali’s wrists in one hand, expertly undoing her belt with the other. The sound of the buckle making Denali weak in the knees, the feeling in the pit of her stomach intensifying as Rosé used the belt to restrain her wrists behind her back, pulling it across them seamlessly. She then left Denali there against the door while she went to find something in her desk drawer. What she came back with, made Denali swallow thickly.

In Rosé’s hands, she carried a small bag of uncooked rice, carefully dumping a pile onto the hardwood floor. She smiled at Denali, feigning sweetness.

“Come here, darling.”

With a nervous lull in her step, Denali approached the redhead.

“What’s your color, baby?”

Denali looked from the pile of rice on the floor, then back at Rosé, arousal curling in her. “Green.”

Rosé kissed her softly, a quick check in before she smirked darkly and pushed the brunette onto her knees, a pained gasp leaving her as her knees made contact with the gritty surface of the floor.

“Five minutes and then we’ll check in, princess, see if you’ve learned your lesson.”

Rosé set a timer on her phone and fluttered around the room, tidying up and doing everything in her power not to feed into Denali’s whines and attempts for attention.

When the five minute timer went off, Rosé focused her attention on Denali, wrapping her ponytail around her fist and yanking her off the ground, examining the slight marks on her knees.

“What do you think, pretty? Have you learned your lesson?” She asked, eyes narrowed.

Denali smirked. “I’d say yes but I’d be lying.”

“Aw baby girl, such a little whore for pain. How about 6 minutes this time? Do you think you can handle that?”

She nodded and Rosé let go of her hair, letting her fall back to her knees like a ragdoll, wincing slightly.

The 6 minutes came and went and Rosé did the same, pulling her up by her hair, only to drop her back down after another bratty response. Though this time, she had another idea.

“Since you’re being so naughty like a dirty little whore, this time I’m not gonna set an alarm and you’re gonna stay on those wrecked little knees until you make me cum, so I suggest you get to work,”’she seethed, pulling her pants down, her thick cock nearly hitting Denali in the face from where she stood.

Denali drooled staring at it, thick, pink, and perfect. She easily took the head in her mouth, humming around her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure up Rosé’s spine.

“God, baby, that slutty little mouth was made for my cock, keep going.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, taking her full length in her mouth, drool dribbling down her chin. Rosé bucked her hips, lightly face fucking her until she was close.

“Keep going, want you to swallow me whole, my sweet fucktoy,” she grunted, hand yanking on her hair to pull her closer.

The only sounds in the room were Denali’s gagging and Rosé’s groans as she dumped down Denali’s throat, the brunette swallowing every last drop of her.

Rosé let her dick go limp in Denali’s mouth, pulling out and pulling Denali up off the ground.

“I think you’ve definitely learned your lesson, sweetheart. What do you think?”

Denali nodded shyly. “I learned my lesson.”

“Good, now fell me, who do you belong to? Who does this pretty little ass belong to?”

Denali whimpered as Rosé roughly grabbed at her ass. “You! I belong to you! My body, my holes, I’m all yours!”

Rosé smirked, taking her by the arm again and bending her over her desk, landing a firm spank on the plump of her ass after lifting her skirt up. Rosé’s cock was already thickening again at the sight of Denali bent over for her. She pulled Denali’s panties down, letting them pool at her ankles before teasing just the head inside her, Denali gasping in surprise.

“That’s right, baby, and I’m gonna show you how good only I can fuck you,” she rasped into Denali’s ear, pushing herself all the way into Denali’s slick hole.

[weishenbwi]

i honestly used to think getting hurt all the time and healing fast was a bad thing, because i always thought “what good does healing fast do when i’m in pain when i get hurt anyway? I’ve already felt the pain.” (a very shitty thought process, but that was me😬) but after reading about this woman who doesn’t feel pain as a result of a genetic mutation, and how dangerous that said genetic mutation is for her to have; my way of thinking changed completely. (apparently she doesn’t ever feel anxious or afraid, though, so i was kinda like👀 how i wish that was me😭😂)

the best hair Jongdae has had by far was in Love Shot. NOT the bangs! that bowl haircut he had in the photo cards and shoots were a disgrace😔i’m talking about the hair he had in EXO Ladder S2, he looked so soft and cute!!

wait, i feel like i’m revealing something big here…

my EXO bias is actually Junmyeon😳i’m just a huge Jongdae stan!! my bias has been switching from Junmyeon, to Chanyeol, and then to Jongdae for so long; but it always ends up as Junmyeon in the end (it’ll definitely change again if we get another comeback after they’re set free) i noticed that the correlation between my biases happens to always be age though. for some reason, my bias in every group is always either the eldest, or one of the eldest members and not someone closer to my age. for example: Junmyeon, Seokjin, Mark from GOT7, Soobin, and even Johnny. i’m not sure what that says about me though because it can’t just be a coincidence😳

have you heard about what’s been happening with Lucas lately though? i’ve been trying to look into it, but everything i’ve heard and read about seems so.. fictional😳the situation is crazy and i don’t even know what to believe!! -🧵

I've read about that too but that it comes with long-standing memory lapses and the lack of alarm most of us have - versus people who feel pain too much or those who suffer from chronic pain who are told to take paracetamol which is an obvious shortcoming thanks to the opioid crisis - or even for redheads who perceive pain differently and may have a higher pain tolerance. It really shows you how we've barely glimpsed the details of the human body. (Just another thing to make me consider how I was born too early. A few thousand years later would have been interesting). 👀 I was eager about the lack of feeling anxious or afraid too. 😭😂

Jongdae was/is pretty cute ngl. I couldn't remember what he looked like in it so I had to search and then I realized he wore caps and beanies robbing me of this view. lol For me, I’m partial to his dark hair. I go weak in the knees because it pairs so beautifully with his complexion. And slightly longer? Wow, thanks for your service king. 😔🙌

Junmyeon! I thought it was either or but didn't realize about Chanyeol. 😮 "After they're set free." asdlfja 😩🤙 Psychologists of Tumblr, please respond about this age correlation here among sufferingismyaesthetic biases. For science.

I read a little bit on it but didn't follow it. More information could have come out since but at the time everything I read looked easily fabricated?? As Arthur Weasley says (that Muggles say) The truth will out. 😮👀