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aemnd · 3 months

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⎯⎯ TEAR U APART [sneak peek] ┆ gif credit. ౨ৎ

༊*·˚ 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆, hello, lil loves. ♡! this is just a lil sneak peek of my new & first full oneshot on this blog − i hope y’all enjoy reading this lil snippet & i cannot wait to share the rest of it with u all. sending y’all sm love, xoxo. !!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

꒰ p.s. ꒱ this oneshot that i’m writing is completely based on this song linked here − if u wanna listen to it to set the vibe (if u’re an american horror story girlie, you’ll get it) + if u wanna talk & gossip abt this lil sneak peek, pls feel free to msg me, my loves. ♡ྀི

IT’S ONLY JUST A CRUSH, IT’LL GO AWAY − that’s what aemond targaryen keeps telling himself as he brutally, without mercy, fucks into the whore underneath him, hearing her whiny, annoying little cries as he abuses her loose cunt by shoving his well-endowed cock in and out, in and out, in and out.

allison? allie? alys? what was her name?

aemond couldn’t remember, nor could he give less of a fuck.

it simply does not matter right now, not when aemond is balls deep inside of this random woman, using her cunt to chase his high as he pleases, imagining that it is you − always you.

aemond cannot think straight, not when all he can focus on right now is chasing his own release, thinking of your beautiful face as it flashes in his mind − your innocent doe eyes, your luscious hair, that little charm bracelet that you always wear that jingles every time you move, your gorgeous, feminine figure, your perky breasts which he can only imagine burying his face into to kiss and suckle on your little nipples, your soft, heavenly skin which always smells of vanilla and something floral and just utterly you.

and gods, he can just imagine your glossy, pouty lips wrapped around his cock, letting him fuck your throat until he’s shooting his load down your abused throat, raw from him making you deep throat him − and oh, fuck, he’s coming now.

with only three more ruthless thrusts, aemond releases a low, deep groan as he finally spurts his hot cum into the condom, feeling the woman beneath him moaning louder and louder as she rubs her clit in quick, tight little circles, her release hitting her just as his had.

aemond wishes that she would shut the fuck up, but he isn't worried − soon, she won't be able to utter another word.

nasty fucking whore, aemond thinks.

in the woman’s state of pure, delirious ecstasy, she doesn’t even notice when aemond slyly slips out the small, sharp pocketknife of his (that’s made out of valyrian steel) out of the back of his pants − too fucked out by aemond to truly notice anything, her mind too fuzzy with her orgasmic bliss.

and no, aemond doesn’t fully undress while fucking the random women that he picks up at a bar or wherever, he never has.

aemond doesn't want any of the whores women that he picks up and sleeps with, then violently kills them to see him completely bare, they don't deserve it − the only beautiful, doe-like eyes that are meant to see him naked and bare is you and only you.

with that being said, aemond forcefully (and painfully) covers her mouth with one of his massive, masculine hands, rough and calloused, watching with amusement as he slits her throat with a heavy-lidded eye, his one-eye crazed and dilated, filled with bloodlust − not just from his post orgasm, but from the crimson blood squirting from the dumb whore’s throat.

aemond smirks, leaning down, getting blood on himself, making his cock harden once again − before he is whispering darkly into her ear as she tries to clutch the deep slit on her throat, gasping desperately for breath, choking on her own blood.

aemond cannot help but release a little, breathless chuckle, watching as the life slowly fades away from her.

“you’re nothing but a nasty, little fucking whore,” he purrs into her ear, pressing his face into the deep slit on her throat, licking a stripe of the oozing blood, softly humming at the taste as he muffles the gurgling noises she makes with his hand once more − until eventually, she stops breathing.

truthfully, even while all of this mess is happening right before his eye, all aemond can think about is you, and the taste of the sharp, metallic taste of that whore’s blood, so tart and whorish − and fuck, aemond can only imagine what your sweet blood tastes like.

however, aemond isn’t too worried, he can be patient − besides, soon enough, he’ll get to taste your sweetness, and then, you’ll be his… forever.

∘ ∘ ∘ cont,

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dewitty1 · 3 months

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Fic Recs Wrap Up January 2024♡(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*･:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

The Wake-up Kiss by Justlikewriting

This time, when Harry found himself without a date for the Ministry Yule Ball, Parvati Patil was unable to step in. So, he was left with the only other viable option: to ask Draco Malfoy. Which would be fine, of course: it had been twelve years since the war after all. And they saw each other regularly now, meeting up with the same group of friends almost every Friday night. Harry, however, obviously hadn’t taken into account just how insufferable Zacharias Smith could be. Rec Post

The Binding and the Loosing by TheGoblinMatriarch @thegoblinmatriarch

Draco Malfoy is a reclusive academic who works on layered generational magic under the pseudonym Scholar Griseo. When he is contacted by a ‘James Black’ for help with a tricky situation with a magical House, he can’t help but notice the similarities between his potential client and Harry Potter. Since he can’t exactly refuse to help the Saviour of the magical world, Draco girds his loins and visits Grimmauld Place, where he ends up involved in what he must presume is one of those classic Harry Potter misadventures. Bonding, sentient Houses, domesticity ahoy! Rec Post

A True Entanglement by Booktopus @thebooktopus

One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold. Rec Post

Fire Meet Gasoline by lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right? Rec Post

Everything is Relative to You by honeybeet @thehoneybeet

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one. Rec Post

we’ll keep the king by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

On a cold December morning, Remus Lupin shows up on Severus Snape’s doorstep with a child with very familiar eyes. Rec Post

Evitative by Vichan @k-vichan

In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.

Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he’s been learning, Harry’s not so sure. Rec Post

The White Pawn by Soupy_George @soupy-george

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort’s infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he’s ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he’s tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter’s lot… Rec Post

Howlr by partialtopotter @partialtopotter

Howlr is the new dating application enchanting Witches, Wizards and Everyone in between. Are you looking for the one or a one-night stand; it’s all here folks. Howlr is sponsored by Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the same team that brought us the Spellular just two years ago. Ginny Weasley, famed chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, swears by the app, ‘guaranteed to make sparks fly,’ she says. The magic awaits you! Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

Inevitable [Drarry] by violenttulips

After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo's Hospital. When they meet again, it's clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that's not about to change now.

Learn To Fly by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers. As far as Draco is concerned, that's how it'll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding. Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo's, he discovers he is pregnant. What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change?

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by korlaena @korlaena

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?

Denouement by the_never_was

Pale face in paler hands, he is devoid of color. He is only the moonlight. And he wonders if he'll find the sun. A story about Draco entering a period of change that will either shatter him or enfold him into Harry Potter's world.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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xxladyballadxx · 9 months

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𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Barnabas Tharmr x reader (Headcanon)

Summary: Just a dark king falling in love with a maiden he laid his eyes on♡

Barnabas never needed anyone in his life. Truly he prefers to be alone. Alone in a very gloomy, dark castle. Whenever his name is mentioned throughout some places, people get terrified. They cower in terror by the mention of his name. Lord Barnabas always keeps his distance from people, never talks to anyone besides two allies that serve him. Like Benedikta and Sleipnir. Loyal to the dark king, no one else.

His life changed forever when he locked his blue orbs on a very beautiful maiden. She smelled of lavender and roses, her scent crawled onto the dark king. Lord Barnabas got lost in the beauty of that fair maiden, his mind wandered off to somewhere else. The lady wondered why he was staring at her. Barnabas thought she would be scared because of his unpleasant appearance, seeing how terrifying he appears to be.

Somehow, she wasn’t afraid of the tall, handsome man. Barnabas felt his whole body trembling in such buzzing-fuzzy thoughts when that maiden walked over to him. She wondered why the dark king was laying eyes on her.

Lord Barnabas was just admiring her beauty. The woman found him very mysterious yet quite devilishly charming.

The dark king couldn’t get his head thinking straight since he met this ravishing woman. Barnabas bumped into her a few times whenever he leaves his gloomy castle just to go out for a stroll. This maiden took a liking to the dark king, villagers began to gossip about them being together.

They spend a lot of time with each other, Barnabas has never felt this special kind of…feeling before.

Six months later, Barnabas asked the lady to be his queen, to come and live with him in the castle. Was the lady dreaming or something? Did she hear him correctly?

King Barnabas proposed to her, asking to be his Queen. The lady took him by the hand and looked at the eyes of a dark king. ‘Yes.’ was the only thing the fair maiden said to the Lord.

Barnabas’s whole world changed into something anew. He let her bid farewell to her own family. Barnabas will allow the maiden to visit her family anytime she wishes, which is very strangely,surprisingly nice of him.

This is the day where you officially became his beloved queen. Barnabas, your lovely dark king. If anyone puts a finger on you, touches you, or flirts with you, Barnabas will lay down his sword and strike those who have laid a finger on you.

You belong to Barnabas Tharmr, King Of Waloed. Dominant of Odin. Only him. No one else’s.

(A/n)- Couldn't be arsed writing a long fanfic for some reason. My lack of writing is really getting the best of me (๑•́ -•̀)

UNTIL NEXT TIME (^-^)

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #barnabas tharmr #barnabas tharmr x reader #barnabas tharmr x you #ffxvi x reader #ff16 x reader #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy 16 x reader

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cinnamondumbb · 1 year

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Hey, could you make a fic that focuses on Kiri/Spider relagionship? Maybe something exploring feelings realisation and childhood friends to lovers. There are so dew kiri/spider fics, please give us content :)

ꕤ ﹆｡˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 —𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 : when kiri leaves in the mornings, to do chores or to explore, spider can't help but follow every time.

contents. fluff, sfw, childhood friends -> lovers, lower caps intended, comforting, takes place four years after the events of atwow (characters are aged-up) + wc 1.1k

notes. decided to combine these two requests and give our favorite monkey boy the love he deserves! it's my first time writing on this ship, i hope it turned out decent lol ty for taking the time to read my work ♡

spider did not know when it started, when he developed the habit to check in on her first thing in the morning. it was a part of his routine ever since he could remember, and that did not change even after they left their home to live with the sea people.

on that particular morning, he had left his marui pod to look for her in the village, like he would always do.

yet, kiri was nowhere to be found.

he ran into lo'ak, however, who said she left before sunrise on her tsurak to the second island to the east, mentioning something about gathering new herbs for her collection. spider could not ride a tsurak or an ilu, making the small one-person boats of the metkayina his best allies.

on days like that, when kiri wandered off alone, he could not find it in him the will to not go look for her.

he found her kneeling down on the sand, probably too focused on the work in front of her to notice his presence. the boy slowly climbed off his boat, approaching the area without making a sound, evidencing all the experience he had garnered while living amongst the omaticaya, in the way he moved, leaning in on his knuckles, crawling the distance between the two of them in all fours— his very breathing. he bore a closer resemblance to the wild creatures that inhabited the forest he grew up in than to his own kind.

spider stopped a mere inch away from her, his face right above the curve of her neck. he stared into the striped pattern of that skin he knew so well, preparing to give her the scare of her life–

"i know it's you, monkey boy."

–before she ruined it for him.

"damn it!" words could not describe his disappointment. he let his body fall next to her in the sand "how do you do it, huh?"

"i could see the shadow of your massive head from a mile away," she didn't even look at him, but he could spot the smug smirk on her face as she continued to work on her herbs.

"my massive head?" spider poked kiri's waist, where he knew she was the most ticklish, making her instantly throw her head back laughing "who's got a massive head?"

"you do!"

"take it back," he poked her again, and again, with both hands this time "kiri, take it back!"

"never!" she was laughing hysterically now, unable to contain herself. still, she would not yield.

"is that so?" spider tickled her even more, moving closer, pushing her to the ground. kiri tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run, he had her surrounded with his arms.

"fuck you!" kiri snarled at him. it was a rare occasion to hear her curse but, funnily enough, all of those occasions seemed to happen when a certain human boy was involved.

"take it back and i'll let you go."

"spider, you skxawng!" it was only then that kiri realised where she was. laying on the ground with spider on top of her body. those big brown eyes of his fixated on her.

"are you blushing?"

"in your dreams," kiri tried to keep her wits about her, but it was impossible while she was so aware of his body, his eyes– "fine, i take it back!" although she tried to seem angry, she could not stop herself from smiling.

"good girl," he said while helping her up.

kiri felt her face burn, as if all the blood in her body went straight to her cheeks.

"bastard," was all she thought to reply.

"you know you love me."

kiri just scoffed at him, resuming her work. she tended to the herbs she had recently collected, cutting and separating them in piles, organizing everything in her purse.

"why did you leave so early, anyway?"

"ugh, to get away from my mom," kiri sighed "ever since i completed my iknimaya she hasn't stopped talking about– you know what? forget it, it's stupid."

"kiri, it's me," he reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"well, she thinks i should be choosing a mate," she nearly whispered, almost as if she was afraid of the word itself. "oh, not only that, she also thinks that you and i are together."

"whaaat?!" spider suddenly felt anxious and unable to look in kiri's eyes directly, turning his gaze to a patch of grass nearby.

"yeah, i know! it's crazy right?"

"so crazy," spider laughed weakly, pulling on a strand of grass "but, i guess your mom just wants you to be with someone who's good enough for you, and obviously that someone isn't me."

"are you saying you don't think you're good enough for me?" kiri whipped her head from her work to face him, "i mean, in this strictly hypothetical situation," she added abruptly.

"kiri, i don't think anyone is good enough for you."

"idiot," she scoffed, gently pushing his shoulder back "it's not like anyone would want me, either way."

"that's not true–"

"yes, it is, okay? i'm a freak," her voice broke in the middle of the sentence, as she felt her throat tighten "everybody's knows it."

"kiri, you're not a freak," spider cupped her cheeks with his hands, making her look directly into his eyes "i think you're amazing. every single part of you, even the parts you don't like."

she looked at him, teary eyed. his heart broke for her. he just wished she could see herself through his eyes.

"will you just... hold me? please." spider did not have to wait for her to finish that sentence before taking her into his arms.

"i'm not going anywhere," he gently pulled her closer to his chest, caressing her hair, playing with the beads of her braids, whispering comforting words in her ear.

"spider?"

"yes, kiri?" she lifted her head and stared at him, his hand gently stroking her cheek.

"just so you know, you are good enough for me," he felt his blood boil under his skin as he realised what she meant "you are more than enough."

"kiri, i–"

"take your mask off," her tone was low and demanding.

he knew what she meant and that only made him the more anxious. spider would be lying if he said he never wished for it to happen, but now that it was happening, he did not know what to do. at last, he did as he was told.

"good boy," kiri whispered against his lips before kissing them.

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dejadoodles-101 · 3 months

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✨INTRODUCTORY POST✨

Hey yall! I’m gonna go ahead and finally introduce myself on here since a lot of you don’t really know who I am. So allow me to introduce myself! 💕

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🪷My real name is Rhiannon, but that’s not a very good name so just call me Deja :)) (I have other nicknames too such as Rhi, Rhia, Jade and etc)

🪐I am an Aries ♈️ My bday is March 27 and I’m currently 22 years young but turning 23 soon!

🍄My pronouns are she/her/hers

❤️My sexuality is heterosexual (straight) as of for right now. Having some thoughts about becoming bisexual

🪻Introvert (INFJ-T)

🎨I am an artist. I sketch, digitally draw and paint on canvases sometimes.

🇺🇸 I live somewhere in America.

☘️ I’m also Irish-American.

💜 My favorite color is purple, but I also love blue, green, pink, black, red, gold and silver. And other variants of those colors

🖤I am considered as a goth, emo, and scene person. I’m also an aesthetic kind of person. (I’m into a lot of things lmao)

🧁 I really like sweets~ <3 (and other foods too)

🌴 I love the warm weather

😎 I guess I’m also considered to be cool lol

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What I’ll mostly be posting on here is art, memes, fanfics, incorrect quotes and etc. The fandoms I’m in are The Owl House, Amphibia, Helluva Boss, Inside Out, Futurama, Big Hero 6 and etc. Expect a ton of TOH and IO art cuz that’s what I’m really into right now lmao 😂

Here’s a list of other things I’m also into:

•Goth/emo/scene stuff

•Cosmology/astronomy

•Nature

•Plants

•Jewelry/crystals/rocks/gems and such

•Dream/weird core

•Witchy stuff

•Rock music as well as pop, heavy metal, punk, dubstep and etc

•Creepy things

•Aesthetic stuff

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-Do I do art requests, commissions, trades or whatever? All of those are currently closed. I DO NOT do art commissions because I don’t have access to do any of that. I probably will open art requests at some point as well as trades, but I’m just SUPER busy with art that I still need to get done.

-Am I LGBTQ+ friendly? HELL YEAH 🏳️‍🌈⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ I am an ally and I don’t care if you’re bisexual, pan, lesbian, gay or whatever! Just be yourself and don’t give a shit abt what anyone else says!

-Can minors interact with me? That really depends on the age. I am an adult and still a stranger here so I think I really prefer if ppl around 16+ can talk to me. I’m just kinda uncomfortable with the fact that there are 13-14 year olds on here and I’m like 10 years over those ages. If you are under 16 and wanna be my friend, I guess I’m okay with that but please just remember that I am an adult and just please be careful :) I am a nice person though!

-Other socials? I have 2 Instagram accounts. One of them is MissBigHero6 (my private account; the username will be changing soon tho) and the other is DejaDoodles101 (my art account). I have a DeviantArt (DejaDoodles101). I also have a discord account and that is under the name of Ariezthetic.

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-I am obsessed with a ton of characters such as Emperor Belos and The Collector (TOH), Loona and Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss), Anxiety and Envy (Inside Out), and many more lmao. Btw I’m a HUGE Belos simp 🤭

-My favorite ships are Lumity, Raeda, Huntlow, Gustholomule, Veesha and Belrin (my OC Erin x Belos, (TOH) Joy x Sadness, Disgust x Anger and Anxiety x Ennui (Inside Out) Millie x Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

-I have a ton of OCs and I can’t wait for you guys to meet them! Both original characters and from shows and movies I watch!

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Kinda running low on other things to say abt myself so I’ll probably just stop here for now. I’ll try to add more at some point!

Go ahead and follow me if you’d like! Def need more followers and friends on here cuz I’m such a loner lmao 😅 Also looking forward to meeting you all! 🩷

#intro post #self introduction #the owl house #inside out #helluva boss #amphibia

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enashinonome · 2 months

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9, 10, 32, 33, 34!!! also HI :)

hi maddie!!!! thank you for sending 🌸

9. do you have a “type”? if so, what is it? mascs make me feel some sort of way…when girls are handsome, chivalrous, and charming it’s hard for me to resist!

10. did you do anything gay as a kid that makes sense when you look back on your childhood? i considered myself a fierce ally of the lgbt community…although i thought i was straight for the first ~13 years of my life, i felt lots of sympathy for and kinship with other gay people. other than that, i don’t really know…i was into a lot of hyperfeminine things when i was younger and still am today, so i don’t think it was obvious through my interests.

32. tell a funny story about something really gay you’ve done. when i was thirteen, i developed a massive crush on this senior from my sister’s theatre club. i’m pretty sure she was my proper gay awakening. i wanted to do something special for her that didn’t make it obvious i had a crush on her, so i baked a bunch of blueberry muffins for her, but passed them off as being for the entire cast of the show. which was impossible anyways!!!! there were like, 45 people in that cast!!! but i managed to give one to her, she signed my pamphlet with an “I LOVE YOU. FR”, and we made good conversation! although our height difference made her kneel slightly to be able to talk to me, and she asked me what my name was despite me assuming she knew, which my friends will never let me live down. i don’t like her anymore, obviously, but i still admire and revere her and listen to her music on spotify ^_^

33. do you get crushes/fall in love easily? i honestly don’t know! because there is no universal standard, i can’t compare to it. however, i’ve only had a couple of crushes in the past year or so. i joke all the time about being flimsy, about how it’s always about some girl with me, but that’s just because my crushes tend to stick for a little too long. so i’d say maybe not easily, but when i do, those crushes hit hard.

34. who’s a sapphic person you look up to? i was hoping to get this question! it’s definitely my sister ♡ she’s the only other sapphic person in my immediate family, and i know i can trust her because i’m out to her. (i came out to my mom, but she told my cousin that she thought i was too young to know and am probably just confused…)

my sister had never dated anyone before her current girlfriend, and hadn’t kissed anyone before her, either. and they’re in the sweetest, happiest relationship ever! it gives me hope, knowing that my sister got lucky.

and i love her girlfriend too; we talk about pokémon and anime and kpop a lot, which is nice because my sister never liked any of those things. for my middle school graduation, she gave me two kpop albums, which really showed me how much she cared about me in conjunction to my sister. and we had barely just met then!!

my sister and her girlfriend are like my parents. i love them a lot, and i look up to them because they care so much for each other and for me. <3

#notes 💌

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angelwheat · 2 years

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Hey, I saw that you wanted L4D askes and that you do angst, so how about this?

The l4d cast have to shoot zombie Bill after he died sacrificing himself.

(Ps hope your having a lovely day❤️)

Left 4 Dead

(L4D Crew); Zoey, Francis, Louis; Finding Bill As A Zombie

it's been a while since i wrote some serious angst.. thank you for the request dearie ♡

A quiet moment arose and the hoards had ceased as the last zombie was gunned down. They took a moment to catch their breath and reload their weapons when a sound of heavy boots stumbling across the road caught their attention. Turning in unison, they each went wide eyed when they noticed a once familiar face, a man clad in green attire, a military hat sitting crooked on his head. Bill...

Zoey

She's distraught. The one thing she never wanted to happen, has happened, and she's witnessing it with her own eyes. She feels tears sting her eyes, both of sadness and rage. Zoey knows what needs to be done, but she just cannot face shooting down the man she once knew, and even grew attached to. She's frozen in place, unable to peel her eyes away from the infected stumbling around in front of her. She just prays that in the moment it doesn't come running straight for her. She doesn't want to be the one to shoot Bill dead, but knows it's wrong to leave him suffering. Zoey turns to her allies, tear trails painting her cheeks, as she tells Francis and Louis that she "can't be the one to do it". She turns away as she hears one of the men beside pull the trigger.

Louis

He stops in his tracks once he sees his former team mate, and any thought of optimism he had, has surely faded. Louis feels the same sadness as Zoey, but refrains from letting tears well up in his eyes. Louis comforts Zoey, though she was first to latch onto him for a tight hug. He knows he has to remain strong, but he doesn't know if he's strong enough to kill his friend, even if he is infected. Louis turns to Francis while he cocks his weapon, yet doesn't say a word, as though he's hoping they have the same idea, despite how upsetting it is. Losing Bill had already taken a toll on Louis, but having to kill their (now infected) friend will haunt him forever.

Francis

His facial expression is unreadable. Is he angry? Upset? Feeling any emotion at all? He paused, shotgun in hand, watching his ally stumble around for a moment, ignoring that pang of sadness that certainly struck him. He's best at keeping himself composed out of the three, and first to instigate the idea of putting the poor man out of his misery, despite Zoey's immediate protests. But truthfully, he's never been so hesitant about something in his life. While Francis had his shotgun raised, aimed perfectly at the zombie, he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger so hastily. Even Louis and Zoey sought it out of character for him. Eventually he came to his senses, and without a second thought Francis pulled the trigger. That moment struck him like knife to the heart, not that he'd ever tell.

#l4d #l4d2 #zoey l4d #francis l4d #louis l4d #bill l4d #left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #l4d headcanons #headcanons #l4d imagines #imagines

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bitty-bytes · 1 year

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Hi! I'm Bitty! My main Tumblr is rimeofthestars. I'm a 25 year old with she/her pronouns who is mostly straight, but a strong ally of LGBTQ+.

I am willing to share any and all of my F/Os! Ask me about my selfships, I can gush about my men all day!!!

♡Meet The Squad♡

Shieda Kayn (Source: League of Legends)

My main man. My skrungly scrimblo. He's everything to me. Oh and Rhaast is there too.

S/I: Tsubame, a fellow acolyte in the Order of Shadow.

Sett (Source: League of Legends)

Another very good boy! He could probably snap me in half like a twig if he hugged me too tightly but he's super gentle with me actually.

S/I: Mielle, a traveling vastayan medic.

Hades (Source: Kid Icarus Uprising)

A character I love so much that I wrote entire made-up lore for him! Yes, he's a villain, but he's just a silly little guy. :) {except he isn't but yknow} Probably my second largest selfship behind Kayn.

S/I: Persephone, a descendant of an ancient order that worshipped Hades in the past.

Guzma (Source: Pokemon Sun and Moon)

My punk crime boyfriend. He was one of my first selfships, and to this day, I love him to bits.

S/I: Laila, a Team Skull grunt who comes from a well-off family that treated her like a doll, to the point she ran away.

Niles (Source: Fire Emblem Fates)

One of my guilty pleasures is this guy. The more I learned about him through support conversations in the game, the more I fell for him. He deserves to be happy.

S/I: Honestly, I just live vicariously through Corrin.

Zelkov (Source: Fire Emblem Engage)

My boyfriend, who probably hasn't slept in a week. I was so sad they made his S support platonic. :( I really love this man.

S/I: Carol, a traveling artist from Firene who ends up being saved by Zelkov from bandits. Finds inspiration comes to her often with him around.

Lucas (Source: Rune Factory 5)

I love this man so much omg. I live for him being unintentionally funny yet also strangely wise and majestic in his own way. I immediately started romancing him as soon as I beat the main story. Bless this man.

S/I: Luna, a teacher and founder of an orphanage. At first fascinated by Lucas's sleight of hand magic tricks, she can't help but feel something truly mysterious and wonderous about him. Almost as if his magic 'tricks' are something much more...

Zenos yae Galvus (Source: Final Fantasy XIV)

At first, I thought he was a pretty standard antagonist. Then he removed his helmet, and I was instantly floored by how pretty he was. He's a little fucked up but I'm no stranger to that lol.

S/I: Ophelia, my character/Warrior of Light ingame. An elezen sage with a gentle yet strong heart. At first, she hated his guts... but she slowly fell for him over time. Definitely an enemies to lovers situation.

--DNI IF YOU'RE A N-ZI OR P-DOPHILE. GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE.--

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youareallowedchips · 9 months

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sexuality/gender headcanons about the sherlock gang

18+ (not really nsfw) content under the cut ♡

post author is bi & nonbinary! these are just my own personal hcs that i keep in mind when i write fic, it's 100% fine if you don't agree c:

sherlock holmes

homosexual, grey-aromantic transmasculine.

sherlock, despite public perceptions, has an absolutely average sex drive, but had never really felt romantic attraction in his life until he met john, and he can't imagine falling in love with anyone else. he spent a fair bit of time on hookup apps prior to meeting john. sherlock is KINKY.

he's known he felt more aligned with masculinity since he was very small, but never felt the need to go on hormones or have surgery, because he finds society's expectations of trans people restrictive and doesn't want surgical recovery to slow him down. he binds (sometimes unsafely, much to john's annoyance), and it does wonders for his dysphoria.

john watson

allo, bi cis man.

dating sherlock from the great game until the fall, and after mary's death. john's romantic attraction STRONGLY leans towards women and femmes, but sherlock is The One for him. he had a purely physical relationship with sholto when he was still in the army.

john's sex drive is actually super high.

mycroft holmes

allo, gay cis man

a lot of people assume mycroft is aro/ace, because he never seems to get himself involved with anyone. mycroft is married to his work, in the truest sense of the word, and simply doesn't have time for sex or relationships.

mycroft is in a bonded pair with his right hand.

greg lestrade

allo, straight cis man. (token cishet white man!)

dating molly, unofficially just after aSiB, officially asked her out in tSoT, when they were tipsy at john & mary's wedding. greg is super comfortable with his sexuality/masculinity and he's experimented plenty. before john & sherlock got together, he kissed john in the pub once, just to see if he'd like it. he had a fling with a bloke in police academy when he was young, but decided in the end that dudes weren't for him. he appreciates beauty in all genders, and isn't afraid to point out an aesthetically pleasing man. he's also VERY much an ally, most of his friends (and his girlfriend,, uwu) are queer. he fiercly protects his queer friends and coworkers.

greg is an absolute HORNDOG. filthy filthy filthy. he'd be doin' it every day if it was up to him. he's a pleasure/service dom and

molly hooper

demisexual, bi, cis woman.

dating greg. is pretty much split 50/50 in her attraction, maybe with a slight lean towards men. even though she's shy, her sexuality is one of the few things she's open and proud about.

mary morstan

haven't really thought about it much, but if there was a gun to my head, i'd say shes a bi cis woman?

mary doesn't like to label anything about herself, much less her sexuality. she goes with the flow.

(i don't think about her much bc i don't like her, also amanda abbington is an unspeakable terf)

irene adler

allo, lesbian cis woman.

irene didn't come out until her late 20s, struggled with A LOT of comphet, explaining what she thought was an "attraction" to sherlock. they're seriously just bros now, though.

irene actually couldnt really care less one way or another about how often she has sex, but she knows she's good at it and can use it to make money.

sally donovan

allo, bi trans woman

sally is t4t, and dating anderson. she lives stealth, almost nobody knows other than

philip anderson

allo, straight trans man

dating sally. anderson is quite insecure in his trans identity and used to be truscum, explaining the animosity between him and sherlock. he blamed himself a lot after the fall, and took a long hard look at himself and his politics, helped along by a kick up the arse from sally.

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock headcanon #sexuality hcs #gender hcs #c: all

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thasdorah · 1 year

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“ not all of us can afford the luxury of a conscience. ”

send memes ♡

— @whsperwind

Stormwind gleams with white stone, and she can appreciate the beauty of its straight lines, different as they are to the rounded spires of Quel'thalas. It is not a city to which she belongs, nonetheless. If Alleria lingers, that is but the result of being denied a return home. The young king had a gentle heart, and a mind more open than most of his folk, especially those so attuned to the Light. Anduin gives her hope — but if a peaceful time is indeed to come, it will be many years more before any may be able to see it.

The night elf scarcely seems like the type to justify herself; her words do not echo accusation, either. That is but the statement of truth, pure and simple. "You will hear no argument from me, my lady." The quietness in her voice does not diminish its surety. The other leaders may disagree, but Alleria could not — a conscience did not keep one's people safe, did not protect one's homeland, did not prevent harm from befalling one's family.

"You will do what you must," For her people and her land, for those who had been lost. For herself, too, perhaps, though Alleria did not know Tyrande well enough to say. "So would I in your place." So had she, to keep this world safe — to keep her loved ones safe, despite her repeated failings.

"You are not without allies, lady Tyrande, even if the Alliance will not stand by you. The others may judge you because they do not understand, but my people and I know better than most that the price to keep your hands clean can be far too steep," Her gaze does not avoid the kaldorei's own. "and that too often people are only willing to pay it because the price is not paid by them."

#» in character — ⌜voidtouched.⌟#whsperwind

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orphic-musings · 2 years

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Characters: Zhongli x gn! adeptus! reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: War, moderate gore, is lore a warning?

Summary: Zhongli recalls the story of his old ally, Y/N, but it is a sad tale that only brings him bitterness.

Notes: Ok so this is my first like actual fic on here. It wasn't requested but I love Zhongli and I love lore so I thought this idea would be kinda fun!

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Zhongli’s POV:

He sits at the teahouse, listening to stories he knows by heart while contently sipping oolong. Today the storyteller is supposed to tell a lesser-known story, and Zhongli is quite interested to hear how he’ll tell it. But as the man begins speaking, Zhongli freezes. His tea suddenly tastes bitter, and so does his heart.

“Today I will be reciting ‘The Betrayal of The Maven of the Adepti’ a story of how Rex Lapis’ closest ally turned tail in the heat of battle.” The crowd hushes in earnest interest, for few have ever heard this tale. Most chatter nearby cedes, but the silence falls heavy on Zhongli’s heart. Of all stories, this is the one that he cannot bear to hear. He abruptly stands and leaves. Rather than taking a long stroll as usual, he instead goes straight home. The bitter flavour is still in his mouth, and it taints his heart when he swallows.

The air was strained, stiff as rock. Members of the Guili Assembly flitted about ensuring everything was planned out perfectly. There was organized chaos as adepti prepared to fight a disadvantageous battle. Chi was a force that had long grown in power since the start of the war. Keeping its territory to the north tight in its claws. It was a threat to the people of Guili plains, and Morax knew he needed to face it sooner than later. There was disquiet in the air, an anxiety that would not dissipate until the battle began. However Morax felt rather calm, because there was one he trusted, one he knew would lead them to a victory. Y/N, an adeptus of not so much physical strength, but of strength in strategy and support, an invaluable talent in such times. They were close, very close, and Morax was not afraid to put his life in their capable hands. Now he was seeking them out, to solidify one detail in the battle plan, however among the disarray it was difficult to know where they could be. No doubt many others were seeking advice or solace from them as the fight draws ever nigh. But a voiced called out. Even through all the noise it rang like a bell in the quiet. And alarm filled the encampment.

“Where are you going? You cannot leave! This battle is lost without you!” Preparations have all halted now, as heads turn to the disturbance. And there Guizhong herself was calling to Y/N who was sprinting from the camp with utter haste. Her desperate pleas fell empty as they quickly ran from sight. The inner turmoil of everyone suddenly swell as doubt takes over.

“We are doomed without them! How could they forsake us now?” One would cry.

“Never could I expect such treachery! This is a terrible blow.” Said another.

Morale plummeted, and even Guizhong seemed to despair. Morax needed to say something, but not a single sound would leave him. He was incredulous. Like a sword cleft his heart in two, he felt wounded beyond anything. But it was not only a fissure in his heart, but in the entire encampment. Rage, hurt, fear all overwhelming the adepti and people. They were faltering fast, and Morax knew there could be no victory. But, he had once said he would put his life in their hands, with no fear and no doubt. Though he is confused and pained, should he be shaken so easily? He wants to believe in them, he needs to, so that he can bring his people victory. There is no room in his mind for doubt or questions. He is the Lord of Geo, so he shall be a rock for his people, unmoved and strong, even in the face of such sudden events.

“Fellow warriors,” he called out, steadying his voice, putting confidence into his words, “we must be strong. The world is uncertain and changing, and the worst may yet be ahead of us. But we remain solid. We are a mountain, and even the strongest waves of the ocean will not erode us so easily. Keep your head held high above the water, and we will all stay afloat. Our goal is victory, and so we will use all our power to achieve it!” The crowd cheered, and even if they are still uncertain, the would not show it. They had to believe, else they would have no courage. And despite the fear, despite the rapid beating of their hearts, aught could shake them now. As Morax led them to battle, they were steady and they were determined.

The battle was unsparing, and the victory the eventually wrought was earned at a steep cost. It took nothing short of the full power of the assembly to take down the serpentine beast, and seal it away. As Morax walked among the mosaic of corpses, he couldn’t help but notice the small details, rather than the gore. A hand with a ring on it, lives that ended while reaching for their weapon, wills that were unbroken even in the very end. One of them was clutching a small keepsake close to their chest. As he looked around he saw only promises unfulfilled, contracts broken. He thought of Y/N, and the promise they made to him many years ago.

Now that it was over, and victory achieved, there was once again time to think about prior events. The betrayal was devasting not only for the battle, but also for all those who were close with Y/N, which was a great many. Only bitterness remained after the triumph, and it was not soon forgotten. The one he had cared for the most, of any he had met, abandoned him. Morax could not endure the agonizing wrenching of his heart. It was not a typical pain, not a sting or an ache. No, it was like his heart was being wrung, blood squeezed out with every emotion and care he had ever felt, until it was fully sapped, cold and empty. All this pain, all this turbulence, and for what? It was almost laughable, if it wasn’t so raw. In that moment he swore a contract to himself, never to forgive them.

Long after, their name was spoken with doleful spite, if it was spoken at all. And ever longer still thereafter, their name was stricken from history, from tales spoken and books written, until only a few held memory of it. But Zhongli’s memory was not the same as any other who might recall those events. His recollection was even more painful.

Y/N’s POV:

You scanned the scout report, as if staring harder would make new information appear. It was insufficient, and though everyone worked to make the best of the situation, it was already an unfavorable situation. Warriors and strategists met with you for reassurance or to go over the plans once more, and in the crowds you could feel fear. This battle would be a nightmare. It was on the Chi’s territory, and it would be dangerous to merely get to the ideal fighting location. And even then it would still hold the advantage. You glanced around the camp, and the business did not hide the uncertainty. You had to do something, anything to sway the outcome. But it seemed impossible, and even you were losing hope. If you lost hope, everyone would lose hope. So much pressure was beginning to weight on you, suffocating you slowly.

Looking back at the crude map of the north you noticed something curious. The scouts had not noted the nest anywhere, leaving you to wonder where it might be. The Chi is a creature of water, most of them residing in the oceans, however this territory had little areas with water. There was a shallow stream that ran through a ravine, and a waterfall that carried the water to it. The nest was not atop the mountain, so it must be somewhere. And close to water would be… in the waterfall, or behind it. You grabbed the map suddenly, and trace your finger along the rough sketch. It is possible there’s a cave where the creature could be residing. If you could ambush it before the battle, or maybe if you could quell some of it’s power. There was no time, and everyone was too occupied. Adding in another layer to the plan would only throw everyone off. You could not seek aid for this, but still it had to be done. Swiftly your feet carried you, despite the weight in your heart and the warning in your mind. You left behind any sense or rationality back in the camp with all your things.

“Where are you going? You cannot leave! This battle is lost without you!” Guizhong’s voice called to you, and your eyes watered. You pictured her face, her grace and calm demeanor shattered. They would not understand, but you were past the point of turning back. This had to be done as soon as possible, lest you forsake them to their demise. The sun waned through the sky as you journeyed northward, until at last you reached the mountain. Seldom was this region traveled, and no paths were trodden. Either going over or around the mountain would take time, and though you could’ve cleared a path with your powers, it was necessary to conserve them. In the end you scaled the mountain, and it was toilsome, but you kept going. The image of Guizhong and Morax kept you going, their faces full of worry and doubt. And all those who sought your aid, your wisdom, though your sudden departure surely caused disarray you would make sure it was worth it. You could not let them down, you could not be made out as a traitor, not to the ones you loved the most.

From the vantage point atop the plateau, you espied many waterfalls feeding stream surrounding the clove. You had no time to search every crevice, and from here on out you needed to tread carefully, quietly. Should you be discovered it would all be in vain. Instead, you let the elemental energy guide you. A powerful creature would leave many traces, and where it was strongest would likely be the nest. So you made your way down carefully, and sure enough you found one waterfall hidden in one cavity, just behind the gorge. It was far from obvious that there would be a nest there, and the cave itself was blended into the mountainside. Each step you took was deliberate and light. If the beast was home it would be resting or feasting most likely, and if it was not then it could return at any moment. You were caught between stealth and haste, both of utmost importance, and the vast amount of elemental energy was both a great danger and your savior. It would mask your own energy, but it was also volatile, and could quickly end you. You imagined yourself as Morax, the greatest warrior and solid as the very ground, and it gave you the courage to enter the cave. Creeping down the slope you felt energy radiating all around you, most likely there was a ley line along here. No wonder this Chi had gained so much power. The narrow pass opened up to a larger cavern, but it was void of any living things. It was a relief, for you were not so confident in your combat skills, should it have come to that.

At the heart of the cave was the most concentrated area of energy, so much that you could taste it in the air, and feel its buzz. Inhaling deeply, you gathered the elemental energy around you and summoned up your own adeptal energy and began to form an alter. You thrust it through the ground, like thrusting a stake through the heart, while putting as much force as you could muster into the seal. Whether it would hold for long, or at all, you could not say, and you prayed it would shift the tide of battle, even slightly. Immediately the buzz around you stopped and the elemental energy settled, at least you knew it worked. You fell to the ground, spent. The sheer amount of power you put into the seal made you dizzy, and gravity felt stronger than ever. Like a sudden earthquake, the ground shook. Without turning your head, you knew what it was. The Chi has returned home, and it was not happy. You forced yourself to stand, mustering up the last of your power. If you could manage to land even a scratch on it, you would have completed your mission. Widening your stance, you braced yourself, and you summoned your weapon. Your will turned to steel; you would buy as much time as you could.

Not even a blink, and you were on the ground again. Had you been unfocused? Did it strike while you were preparing yourself, or was it simply so fast you did not even see it move. Pain boiled within now, and a cry left your lips. The unbearable burning of your entire body made you feel ill. It was insufferable, and as you strained to lift your head you saw your wounds. Not merely a scratch, but many deep gashes covered your body. Large claws crudely lacerated your body, leaving effusive red bleeding that seeped into the ground. Your head fell back as you choked. The draconic creature would have attacked once more, easing your suffering, had it not sensed another intrusion in its territory. It bolted away as you failed to cry out or prevent its leave. You could only suffer as the life drained from you and nausea overcame you. Time lost meaning, and your thoughts floated away from you as your consciousness faded.

When he found you, the warmth had already left your ravaged body. You were motionless, but you coughed out, hoarse and faint. “No. No don’t leave. Stay with me, please! Stay!” He pleaded, desperate and afraid. The Lord of Geo, the Warrior God, felt so powerless. Even with open eyes your vision was speckled black. Your ears were full of noise, and he sounded so far away. So far… a world away.

“We won. Our people are safe now.” Tears now fell from his eyes. You barely heard. No matter how much you wanted to smile, to let him know it’s all okay, you couldn’t. The muscles in your body refused to obey. Even a tiny smile seemed an impossible feat when you were losing control of yourself. He held you tighter, and you both knew you were slipping. I need to go now, let me go, you thought, for words would not leave you. I don’t need your forgiveness, just... don’t forget me. You wished that he could hear, but it was futile. And though blood still flowed from your deep gashes, you were now hollow. Morax could not even mutter a farewell, as he sat with you in silence. Now in the cold of his room, lifetimes later, he still weeps for you. And still his contract remains. He will never forgive you for leaving him so soon.

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Royal Bastards: The Rise of the Tudors (a small review)

Let me preface this small review by saying I watched the three episodes in less than optimal conditions, so I couldn’t pause and take notes as I watched. Because of that, this review is based on what I remember and commented with my friends at the time. Many thanks to @lady-plantagenet who provided us with the streaming ♡ Review under the cut!

Game of Thrones has spoilt everything

My first step is to explain my subtitle. This docuseries was odd in a number of ways that I think were influenced by the now infamous HBO TV show. First, they showed high-ranking nobles with so few manners they were constantly swearing. I will say though, that the swearing got less bad as the events narrated in the show turned from full-fledged battles into behind-the-scenes scheming—all in all, it had less swearing than I expected. The costumes had a medieval feel to them but looked as though they belonged in a fantasy series—that does not mean they were ugly, sometimes they were just not like anything you’d see in 15th century England. Women’s headdresses, especially, were weird Frankenstein creations imitating hennins, and you see ladies wearing ‘gable hoods’ before they were ever invented. Jasper Tudor is shown dressed up all in furs à la Ned Stark for some reason (let me guess, because he was Welsh?). Margaret Beaufort is captured and walked to the chopping block as though she was about to be beheaded—not something that happened to noblewomen at that time. If anything, women’s punishment for treason was burning at the stake.

Characterisation-wise, Richard III in the last episode is at times unhinged, acting like Joffrey Baratheon for some reason—I mean, since they straight-up claim Richard III killed the princes (though I do think he did it, as do many academics who study Richard III, there are ways to say he was most likely guilty but that the crime cannot be proven), I suppose they tried to justify the assassination of two kids in-universe in this way. It’s obvious and less interesting storytelling, and for a show that has Margaret Beaufort as its heroine, the complicated ethics of politics should be more relevant in my opinion. Edward IV is described as a ‘brutal warrior' and whilst he was indeed a great warrior and could be ruthless to his enemies, any academic will tell you Edward IV was no great fan of battles and prefered to nope out of them whenever possible. Pollard has described him as a ‘knight of Venus’ and I think it’s an apt description. They gave Henry Tudor the full Pepé le Pew treatment by giving him an stylish moustache and a strong French accent (but a terrible haircut for some reason). Unironically, I would have loved to see him romancing Elizabeth of York with that accent. Hélas ! we didn’t get that scene.

Some other characterisation problems, I suppose, occurred because they wanted to girlbossify Margaret Beaufort beyond necessary. Stanley in this show is somehow commanded by his wife Margaret when all indicates that he only did what he thought was best for himself. It simplifies Margaret’s struggles to convince him to support her son’s cause, and the moment when Stanley does vacillate in committing his troops it comes out of nowhere because so far he had been doing everything his wife told him to do. Margaret, as a mere 14-year-old, is the one to choose her second husband Henry Stafford—keep it in mind she had not been introduced to politics by that time because all she had done was leaving her home to go live with Edmund Tudor, then staying in Pembroke to give birth to her child. In the show, there’s a scene where young Margaret refuses Jasper’s choice of husband, even though most likely it was Jasper who negotiated her second marriage. Henry Stafford was the Duke of Buckingham’s second son and Buckingham was a staunch (Lancastrian) royalist, and Jasper’s close ally at that time. Margaret Beaufort remains somehow an all-knowing entity that can predict the future throughout the show.

Henry Tudor doesn’t do much in the show—I suppose it does makes sense in a series centred on Margaret Beaufort to only show Margaret scheming, but the narrators straight up said Henry Tudor didn’t do much besides going into battle, and that Bosworth Field was actually Margaret’s victory. This is a very simplistic view, and I don’t think you have to dumb down the men around Margaret to make her look smart—Margaret as a woman had different avenues of agency and power. Margaret could find English support for her son, but Henry was the one to convince Brittany and France to support his cause. Henry—somehow, for someone who is considered to have possessed zero charisma—behaved in a way that kept 400+ English exiles committed to his cause for almost two years. The show does comment on his use of the story of Cadwaladr and his dragon symbol to attract the Welsh to his cause but iirc, they don’t mention the Welsh prophecies (Y Mab Darogan being the most important of them) going around at that time, or how Henry branded himself as the Red Rose. His letters asking Welsh and English nobles to commit to his cause are non-existent.

Several minor and important details were simply wrong. They give absurd numbers for the Battle of Bosworth (they say Henry had 25,000 soldiers with him whilst Richard had 60,000—hello??), they say Margaret Beaufort was an ‘unimportant heiress’, which, as the direct descendant of the oldest Beaufort sibling, is simply not true. People were clearly aware that she had a claim to the throne as they tried to marry her to various nobles associated with Henry VI. Her son was kept by a Yorkist family and was dispossessed of all his estates. In the show, they say Henry Tudor was the son of a ‘minor noble’—whilst it might be true in terms of paternal dynastic claim, Edmund Tudor was the king’s brother, and the premier earl in the kingdom; only dukes were ahead of him in order of precedence. Do you know the various other earls that existed at the time? Edmund Tudor had precedence over all of them, even, for example, over the Duke of York’s son, Edward Earl of March (the future Edward IV).

Other problems had to do with a small budget I suppose, so they couldn’t hire too many different actors. Edward IV doesn’t look 18-19 when he takes the throne, Margaret Beaufort looks her son’s age when they reunite, as does Jasper Tudor. George of Clarence’s actor looks younger than his brother Richard. We get to see Elizabeth Woodville very briefly only during the last episode, meanwhile, Anne Neville and Elizabeth of York are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps because of a lack of filming locations, we see Margaret Beaufort scheming whilst going to the market to do her groceries twice. At least once we see Margaret on the battlefield for some reason.

But I want to finish this review by talking about the things I did like. I liked Margaret Beaufort’s actress, I liked how they made her a sympathetic and charismatic character. They even showed her flirting with Edward IV, which is a nice departure from the sour, overly pious Margaret Beaufort we are used to seeing depicted in media—that when they don’t completely make her a villain (even sometimes implying that being a CSA survivor makes you evil). I liked that they were sympathetic to Margaret of Anjou and her love for her son. I like that they showed Henry Tudor as a teenager being introduced to court and politics during the Readeption of Henry VI. I liked the background music and the graphics they chose to show when talking about each king and their advisors. I liked that they emphasised the importance of the 1st Battle of St Albans and the way that Margaret Beaufort reached out to London merchants when canvassing for her son—those facts are usually brushed aside.

Many people who sympathise with the Yorkist family complained about the series because it didn’t portray them in the best light. It is reasonable, and they have a legitimate right to complain. It’s time for us to overcome a simple ‘good vs bad’ mentality by now. In the great scheme of things, it’s just another reading of the Wars of the Roses, only so far popular media had been dominated by Yorkist-leaning shows and novels—the violent unhinged treatment was usually reserved for the Lancastrians. I will say, however, that all things considered, their treatment could have been worse. They weren’t ableist towards Richard III and, considering they made him straight up unhinged sometimes, it’s best that they didn’t associate disability with that type of behaviour. In the best-case scenario, they would have made him a complex character that has to deal with his chronicle pain, but not even the last Yorkist sympathetic show had Richard grappling with his disability. The series wasn’t fatphobic towards Edward IV either, which was kinder than what The White Queen and their fatsuit did to his character. In the end, I think we’re seeing a certain invented need to show Medieval nobles act all ruthless and gritty that, again, came with the hype surrounding Game of Thrones in the last decade.

To sum up, if you are a Tudor/Lancastrian fan you might enjoy this show, though not without some caveats. As a Sky docuseries, I suppose their primary goal was to entertain, and they are successful in that. To all the people who said the show was ‘anti-Plantagenet propaganda’ though, somehow forgetting that the show’s heroine was a Plantagenet herself (Margaret was a direct descendant of Edward III on her father’s side), let me just say:

Or what have you 😂 I guess we should be confiscating the word ‘propaganda’ from people from now on. Sorry, this review turned out to be not so small, after all!

#review #royal bastards: the rise of the tudors #margaret beaufort #henry vii #jasper tudor #edward iv #show: royal bastards the rise of the tudors

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i was tagged by @arklay to do this super interesting prompt, thank you so much leah ily ♡

i’m tagging: @ianeiras @keevan @rennasrise @montliyets @mendev @liurnia @morvaris @gorotakemura @voelds @snowthroat @brujah @alistairs @shadowglens @calenhads and whoever wants to do this!

SPEAKING HABITS.

NAME: Violante Waesphine

NICKNAME(S): Iante but that was exclusively for Juliana to use. she doesn’t let anyone else call her by that and in general prefers that people use her full name. little exception for Shadowheart: she’s getting warmer to the idea of getting called Viola but largerly prefers if she uses any kind of affectionate name like dear.

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ – elven, sylvan, a bit of infernal and i really need a more extensive knowledge of languages in the bg world building honestly.

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other – cold, proud

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing – her daggers / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY:

VOCABULARY: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

EMOTION: ⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

PROFANITY:

FREQUENCY: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

CREATIVITY: ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY.

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

THIS OR THAT.

straightforward or cryptic? / fighting the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING OR HEARING YOUR CHARACTER? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – she’s very straighforward, she speaks her mind with precision specifically to get her point delivered with no chance of misunderstanding. gets more subtle when she has to talk about her emotions, its way more difficult to speak about it.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – yes and no. she initiates conversations only if you are either a friend/ally or she needs to get any kind of info from you. other than that if there’s not use to talking with someone she would prefer to not speak at all.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – she loves to have the last word in arguments or generally she wants to be the one in command of when a conversation is going to end. if she thinks there’s nothing more to be said then she’s not going to hear anything else you have to say.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? yes / no / only ironically.

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t – get her angry enough or bothered and she will just walk away but usually prefers to point out that the conversations is ending and that’s there’s nothing else to say.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? upper / middle / lower – born noble she has a way of expressing herself that screams upper class. she hates it but it doesn’t matter how much she tries, there’s no way to shake it off. even Juliana used to make fun of her for it.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t – again, you can totally tell she’s born noble by the words she uses, gives off a really elegant way of speaking. on tone: cold and harsh and threating by default, makes you real wary when first meeting her.

SPEAKING HABITS.

NAME: Moira Velez

NICKNAME(S): used to be called “little ira” when she was a kid because she was so easy to get angry (ira in italian means anger basically), loves to be called boss by Raul and often refers to herself as lady luck herself since she is incredibily lucky. also my hunter by Red Lucy. ALSO please call her cowboy, she just loves it so much.

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ – english, italian and spanish

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep – gets a little bit too loud when overexcited or when she’s shouting insults at enemies or whoever isn’t in her good graces.

ACCENT: yes / no – you can hear her italian accent on the pronunciation of certain words.

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY:

VOCABULARY: ⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜

EMOTION: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

PROFANITY:

FREQUENCY: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

CREATIVITY: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY.

THIS OR THAT.

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING OR HEARING YOUR CHARACTER? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – sometimes she speaks really fast and it gets difficult to follow what she’s saying, even worse if she just switches to a whole different language.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – a complete social butterfly, the soul of any party and literally has no shame talking to whoever she pleases.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never – she tends to be the one to say the last word in conversations. if it’s a fight she’s gonna be the one to try to have the last “fuck you”, if she’s greeting off someone by default she would keep saying “see you/bye” until she doesn’t get any reply back. she doesn’t notice it, she just wants to be polite and reply when someone says bye to her, once Veronica made fun of her by repetedely telling her bye and they kept going at it for five whole minutes until Arcade told them to shut up.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? yes / no / only ironically – if she’s trying to sound funny or make fun of you she’s going for it.

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps – goes by but, if she uses mayhaps with you it means she’s making a fool out of you. again.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t – a bullet straight between the eyes is also one of her fave ways to end a conversation. if she wants to shut you up maybe then just a bullet in your shoulder or leg, she can be polite you see?

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? upper / middle / lower – she has a very colorful way of speaking and doesn’t like sounding pompous.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t – well the accent clearly makes her stand out, the tone it’s...well, it’s hard to not stand out if you are screaming at the top of your lungs “you rat face” down the streets.

#rena.txt #tag games #the second i got this notification i jumped on it so fast bc it lookes so cool. i have a lot of catching up to do with these #jhfgdhfj sorry everyone i love to be tagged in those beautiful oc things and i love that yall give me the chance to scream about them #sometimes my mind is just a mess and can't focus on anything <33 but i love yall #also thanks again leah this was so cool really #oc: violante #oc: moira #also no obligation to do this and if you already got tagged feel free to ignore this <3 i'm just really forgetful

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