#female sexuality is beautiful and unique on its own

[burningtheroots]

I feel like an open book today no I don‘t identify as one so I‘ll say it nonchalantly. NSFW

Why are there so many men who expect vulvas to either smell like nothing or like flowers or something like that? Why are there so many men who find women‘s natural odors, both down there and in general, "disgusting"? Why are there so many men who prefer to imagine women as accessories rather than functioning human beings? Why are there so many men who think vulvas are ugly or need to be modified? Why are there so many men who complain about how vulvas smell and taste while simultaneously expecting women to embrace their penises as if they‘re a grand prize?

Of course, the answers to this are obvious: They don’t see us as humans, they see us as sex objects and servants and accessories. They don‘t actually like women, they like subservient pornified images and fanatasies which coddle their egos. They think they‘re perfect the way they are and inherently desirable (hence their hygiene is practically non-existent unlike women‘s) and only want to live their power fantasies in real life.

But at the same time, I just don’t … get it from a more basic point of view. I‘ll never understand straight male sexuality anyways, as it seems, but isn’t the natural state of a woman, and hence the natural state of her female body parts, what‘s arousing? Do they actually want to convince me that a lavender scent sexually arouses instead of a woman‘s natural smell? Do they actually want to convince me that they "like" women sexually whilst finding our natural bodies ugly and gross?

I really don’t understand it. When a gay man isn’t into women‘s bodies, that‘s understandable (though misogynistic comments are still off limits), but straight men who think and act like that are truly disturbed individuals. They‘ll make gross jokes and demand women to suck their cheesy dicks and claim to be a "women‘s man" whilst not even being able to see us as human, or to see how blessed they are to be with one (none of them deserve it honestly).

The way I experience attraction towards women is completely different than what these men experience. I see women as human beings with thoughts and feelings, I dedicate my time and energy to them, and I love their naturalness. They don‘t. And yet women like me are seen as perverts, fetishists and genital obsessed?!

Not seeing women as human and treating them like shit sexually is normal whilst seeing women as human and finding them sexually arousing in their natural state is gross? Seeing women as mere sex objects is fine but loving their genitalia & sex characteristics is not? Seeing women as your servants, modified dolls and jerk off material whilst exclaiming how unattractive & gross they are is compatible with love but the opposite is not?

Fuck that. Let women be sexual. And let women be natural. Let women be.

#women deserve better #radfem #radblr #I‘ll probably regret writing this in the morning #but every day I see a man or a handmaiden propagate this shit #I just needed to vent #sorry not sorry #as a man it‘s fine to say how pussy is gross and everything #but it‘s not acceptable for women to talk about how gorgeous it actually is? #either men fetishize you #or they call you a man-hater or transphobe for it #female sexuality isn’t like male sexuality #female sexuality shouldn’t be seen in relation to male sexuality #female sexuality is beautiful and unique on its own

[dxckgrxsonx]

Can we talk about how Dick would just love to eat pussy though 🤌🏻 He keeps you pinned down by the hips, head buried between your thighs and says he's going to keep you just like that until *he's* done 🤤

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Oral Sex (Female Receiving) - Mean!Dick - Slight Degradation - Overstimulation. Notes - Stop stop I'm already dead. Hfudhfuhf i’m never going to recover from this. I am respectfully resting in everything but peace. I am resting disrespectfully. I’m resting like a whore.

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Sometimes you think he was born at the centre of a dying star.

Birthed in the face of something powerful, something beautiful, something unbelievably explosive. You think he’s one-in-a-million, utterly unique, bleeds compassion and patience and embodies everything good in the world. Think he took all the qualities of a supernova and wrapped himself in it, curled into its embrace and refused to leave. Became someone bright and alive and deadly.

You don’t blame yourself for being swept into his orbit, never would have been able to resist his pull. Dick Grayson is larger than life itself, holds your beating heart in the palm of his hands. To love him is a privilege, to hold him between your own two hands is something precious, something rare.

And when he loves you back, you think you understand how he was born. All that weight and energy collapsing in on itself to create something incomprehensible, something bright and burning and without words.

You’ll love him for the rest of your life if he lets you.

Providing he doesn’t kill you by sending you into cardiac arrest first.

Voice slurred with sleep, you call out into the dark, “Wha–?”

There’s warm hands sliding between your knees, nudging them apart and rousing you from sleep. You blink through the dark, disbelieving and swimming in confusion. Pressing your hand over the top of the covers your fingers trace the outline of broad shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Dick croaks from between your legs, fingers pressing into your thighs and forcing them apart. “Baby, wanna taste you, miss eating your pretty pussy.”

Pressing his mouth against your inner thigh Dick drags his tongue over the sensitive skin, forcing your back to arch into his firm hands. Biting on the soft flesh he walks the pads of his fingers up and over your hips, slips under your shirt to paw at your breasts.

“Dick,” You mewl, dipping your hands under the covers to sweep through his hair. “What are you doing? It’s four in the morning.”

Pinching at your nipple you shudder, goosebumps rippling down your arms and across your stomach. Dick smiles against your skin, clever mouth steadily working its way up your leg. Stopping at your underwear he presses his tongue over the fabric, gets it damp; sticks it to the wet lips of your cunt.

“Shh,” He says, “Can’t I eat my girl out? Don’t you want me to lick your pussy?”

Groaning under your breath you swear, “You’re fucking insatible.”

“S’not my fault you taste so good, sweetheart.”

Hooking his arms around your thighs he drags you down the bed, tilts your hips so you’re spread out beneath his pretty mouth. Licking along the wet fabric of your underwear from entrance to clit you whine and try to rock your hips up for more pressure, unsatisfied with the barrier.

Clamping his hands around your hips Dick forces you to remain still, uses the strength in his arms to hold you down. Sucking at your throbbing clit through your underwear you throw your head back and try to clamp your thighs around his head. You feel him grin against you before he starts tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Moaning desperately, your fingers tighten in his hair, “Please take them off.” 

“I don’t know sweetheart, if you can’t handle it with them on, m’not sure I should be taking them off. Maybe I should keep them on, make you come in them instead.”

“No.” You whine, shaking your head and tugging at his hair. “I can barely feel anything. Please–please take them off.”

Ignoring your pleas Dick goes back to pressing his tongue against your clit, sweeping it back and forth, sucking it between his lips and making it twitch. Trying to guide his head where you want it most he growls and moves one hand to slap your inner thigh.

Arching violently you whimper, “Dick–baby, please…you’re being mean.”

Pulling his mouth away he slaps your pussy and you jolt, “M’not being mean, you’re just being pathetic.”

Choking on a fractured breath you try to twist and kick him in the side, but Dick is quick enough to catch your leg and pin it to the mattress. An amused chuckle rumbles through his chest at your frustration and he hovers over your underwear, not quite touching, just letting his breath blow over the fabric.

Pulling at his hair you grumble, “Dick, I swear to fucking god if you keep teasing me like this i’ll–”

Sinking his teeth into your inner thigh he bites down hard enough to leave a perfect indent of his teeth behind. Licking over the marks as you tremble in his hold he spreads your legs wider, leans more of his weight against you to stop you fidgeting.

“You’ll what, sweetheart?” He teases, voice touching the edge of cruel. “I don’t think you can do much of anything other than take what I give you. And believe me, I won’t be giving you very much if you keep this up.”

Tears burn at the backs of your eyes. Making an effort to relax you try to control the reflective thrust of your hips as Dick goes back to sucking at your clit. Moaning quietly your fingers shake against his scalp as he drags his tongue over the throbbing little nub. Wetness soaks into your underwear and Dick groans as your taste seeps through.

Finally hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear he tugs them down your legs, allowing you to lift your hips to slide them off. Burying his face into your pussy he gives you a long, slow lick from leaking hole to swollen clit, collecting your wetness on his tongue as he goes.

Without the barrier you feel every stroke of his talented mouth and you moan, muscles twitching with the urge to grind up against his face. Slipping your clit between his lips he sucks, lavishing attention on it with his tongue.

“Ah–fuck.” You cry out, “Dick, please, don’t stop, s’good.”

Removing one hand from over your hip he teases your entrance, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your soaking hole. Waiting for your slick to drip over his hand he traces letters on your clit, measuring your reactions to each one. Pushing forwards he slides two fingers into your cunt, up to the second knuckle. Crooking his fingers he slowly starts to fuck you, settling into a steady rythym that has you quaking.

Sweeping the hair from his eyes you arch your back, press your hips up towards his mouth, “Oh, Dick please. I’m–m’gonna…”

Pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit he gives it long, hard licks, letting you feel every intentional twitch of his mouth. Moaning into your pussy Dick grinds his hips into the bed. Your wet walls clamp around his fingers, knowing he’s hard and grinding his cock into the mattress.

Grinding up against his mouth you fight his firm grip as he tries to hold you still. The strength in his arms makes you feel lightheaded, maybe even intoxicated, fingers touching up against the edge of bruising.

“M’gonna come,” You babble, eyes slipping closed. “Please don’t stop, m’so so close.”

Your limbs lock up, thighs tensing for a solid few seconds as you dangle on the bleeding edge of orgasm. Dick wraps his lips around your hard, throbbing clit and sucks, one, twice, three times and you cry out, voice reverberating around the apartment.

There’s a desperate twitch of your clit in his mouth, cunt spasming around Dick’s nimble fingers as you come. Licking and sucking you through your climax his fingers keep sliding in and out of you, even though your slick gushes around his hand and drips onto the sheets.

“Hng–Dick.” You whine, trying to push his head away. “S-stop, s’too much. M’too sensitive.”

He pulls away for a split second, looks up at you from between your legs, eyes almost black and smirks.

“Oh baby,” He drawls, “M’gonna keep going until i’m done. This isn’t about you. If you can’t handle it then too bad, I don’t care. I’ll make your pretty pussy come until i’m finished. All you need to do is lay there and take it.”

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#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson smut drabble #dick grayson smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut drabble #nightwing smut #asks #answered #ella writes #it’s after 4am #I am going directly to bed #goodnighttt

[lovelanguage-if]

DEMO | FAQ | PATREON

Get ready for the most captivating and unconventional reality dating experience ever witnessed!

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In this extraordinary social experiment, aesthetic attractions take a back seat as the focus shifts towards forging genuine, soulful bonds. Each contestant will don a unique mask, concealing their physical identities, allowing them to explore the depths of emotional connections with their fellow love-seekers. Stripped of preconceptions based on appearance, they can truly delve into the essence of each person's character, values, and compatibility.

But here's the twist: as the weeks progress and relationships blossom, the contestants will have the opportunity to remove their masks and reveal their true identities. However, this choice comes at a cost. A portion of the $60,000 secondary prize pool will be deducted with each mask unveiling. This intriguing dilemma adds an exciting layer of tension, as the contestants must decide if the potential reward of revealing themselves is worth the sacrifice of the prize money.

The public will have the power to determine an array of benefits for their fan favorites as well as the winning couple who will claim the coveted primary prize of $500,000. Viewers will witness the rollercoaster of emotions, heartaches, and unexpected connections as the contestants navigate their way through challenges, group activities, and intimate one-on-one dates. Alliances will form, trust will be tested, and hearts will be on the line as they strive for a shot at love and the chance to win the grand prize.

Who will find true love and claim the public's admiration? Who will choose to unveil their mask and reveal their true selves? And ultimately, who will emerge as the last mask standing, securing the secondary prize?

Join Love Language: Masked and prepare for a journey like no other!

Love Language: Masked is 18+. It contains disturbing elements such as mature language, drug/alcohol use, sexual themes, mental health issues(suicidal ideations, depression, anxiety, PTSD.), death, sexual assault, abuse, and more TBA. 

This list will be updated as the plot progresses. Read at your discretion.

Please note that not all features will be immediately available. There are grand plans to continuously enhance the game, new and exciting elements will be added as the development progresses.

❥  Step into the world of romance, intrigue, and intense competition. It all begins with you—create a character that reflects your true self. Choose your name, gender, pronouns, and even customize your appearance, right down to the mask you'll wear.

❥  Romance is in the air, and you have the freedom to pursue any of the fifteen contestants. Whether your heart beats for a male, female, or non-binary partner, love knows no boundaries. But that's not all—there are exciting plans for polyamorous routes, ensuring you can explore all the depths of your desires.

❥  Unleash your personality and witness the thrilling reactions of the contestants. How you navigate the game's twists and turns will shape your journey. Will you be the messy rebel stirring up trouble, the kind-hearted hero everyone adores, or perhaps the sly strategist playing the game behind the scenes? Every choice matters, as not only do your relationships within the house hang in the balance, but also your popularity with the public. Walk the fine line between spiciness and blandness, because in this game, losing the prize or even getting eliminated is a real possibility.

❥  Prepare for an enthralling experience where the fate of your couple—and your own destiny—is waiting to be discovered. Multiple endings await you, each with its own unique path and surprises. Will love conquer all, or will unexpected twists lead you down a different road?

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❥ Meet the Cast! ❥

#interactive fiction #twine if #twine game #if wip #demo #twine #dating sim #love language #status: wip #masterpost

[adarkrainbow]

Do you think the way people talk and discuss Walt's "Classic Three" (Snow White, Cinderella and Aurora) is accurate or close to what happens in the movies? I mean, they are always referred as excessively passive, weak, only interested on their looks (vain? superficial?), useless, beauty being their only good quality... And I ask myself, when was the last time these people watched the movies? Snow White negotiated her stay in the house, Cinderella survived a life of pure abuse & orchestrated her own escape from the tower, and, while not very much is shown about Aurora, she was about to sacrifice her personal happiness for the kingdom's sake (something Philip didn't have in mind)that takes courage! They don't wield swords but they are much stronger that they appear, and while I get some of the critique, I hate the "strong only means kicking butt" idea, like, it's incomplete, and superficial, and it can be reductive & dangerous (for the girls, and for the boys too!)

I have talked about this before in many posts, and others have talked about this way better than me, so I'll try to break down my opinion in a quite short and concise way. And as usual, you probably won't be surprised to find me again, neutral on those topic.

On one side: people are unfairly criticizing and judging too harshly the "original trio" of Disney movies. This has been explained by many people on this website, so I won't expand on this too much, but indeed, there is a mixture of superficial viewing of these movies, of not-contextualizing them, of projecting modern-day values and expectations over nearly century old pieces, and of a general need to criticize and rant about everything (especially big corporations and the "classics" of culture - whenever something becomes a classic, a backlash awaits). Cinderella is a much more surprising and strong character than you'd expect. These movies do teach the idea that being strong doesn't mean simply kicking everybody and proving yourself to be a lone wolf (especially since there's a strong focus on friendship in those stories). The whole "the prince kissing Sleeping Beauty in her sleep is rape culture" is ridiculous ; especially since in the Disney version it was made to be a true love kiss, between people who were in love, and the whole context was the breaking of a curse ; AND the actual rapist-origins of the story are from a 16th century Italian fairytale nobody knew about until the Internet dug it up in the 2010s. Even today many people who invoke the rapist-story are unable to tell you who wrote it or where it comes from, because they just latch onto the idea "Oh yes there's a rape story." and that's it, no more research for them.

Heck, Sleeping Beauty is even surprising for its time AND for the Disney criteria by having elderly, non-attractive female leads who do more than the actual male hero and ultimately are the true focus of the tale - the fairy godmothers. Same things with Snow-White - to make the dwarfs the equal of the titular Snow-White, even more to focus more character development and screen time on them rather than the princess, and to give them unique characterisation and treat them as people rather than plot-props... This was BIG, this was not something usual, and this was a game-changer. Overall - I say the same thing for fantasy literature - a lot of the "new" or "modern" twists people expect from today's fictions are awaiting you in the past. Everybody complains about traditional fantasy not having POC main characters or not having strong female lead that is not sexualized - Earthsea had all those by the 60s and 70s, and it was just as influential on fantasy as Lord of the Rings or Elric.

However... Recognizing that a lot of the criticism is unfair and overblown, and that the backlash is ignorant and caricatural does NOT mean we should just blindly worship and naively accept those movies as untouchable, sacred relics that cannot be criticize. If there is a backlash, it means there is a reason for such criticism to arise in the first place, and we must identify why - to give back the problem in its proper proportions, and not in the exaggerated state we are offered today.

So... The other side - why is this Disney trio not fitting our modern world?

And the answer is very simple. They are heroines of 17th and 19th centuries tales, that were adapted for an early 20th century American mindset. They are bound to age or be unfit for the 21st century. Placing them back into context allows us to understand how great, good or groundbreaking they were in their time - but it does not mean they hold up to modern-day characters. Some elements of the Disney movies aged better than ever, some are still resonating today, and this is what gives them an "out-of-time" feeling. Yet... yet there is a reason why the "Disney princess" had to evolve and had to change herself to fit a new audience. Why did the characters of Rapunzel and Elsa of Disney had such huge success and were beloved by the masses? Because they were answering early 21st century needs, society and expectations, the same way the original trio did for their time.

A character like Aurora of Sleeping Beauty couldn't work today because she literaly is a paper-thin character that does nothing throughout the story and is truly more of a MacGuffin than anything. Oh yes she speaks, has a song, has feelings and emotions - and there is this very progressive idea of having Aurora be unhappy and traumatized by discovering her princess heritage, which aged very well! But the rest? She is a baby ; then she sings about being in love ; then she cries about not wanting to be a princess ; then she sleeps ; then she is married. The story is done and moved by the interesting characters about her, but not by her - Maleficent wants to destroy Aurora, Philip wants to save Aurora, the fairy godmothers wants to protect Aurora... I do not recall which feminist created this theory, but there is the test of the lamp. If you can replace a female character by a beautiful lamp, this is bad for you. And unfortunately Disney's Sleeping Beauty "succeeeds" at the test of the lamp, since Aurora's massively passive involvment in the story makes her a perfect fit. The king and queen create the most beautiful lamp you ever saw ; Maleficent angry curses the lamp to be destroyed ; the fairy godmothers are tasked with keeping the lamp safe ; later the prince discovers the lamp in the woods and wants to have it for his living room, so he plans to return later ; meanwhile the fairy godmothers return the lamp to their rightful owners the king and queen, while Maleficent captures the prince who returned in hope of taking the lamp ; etc etc... It does not change the story one bit.

Another, even more obvious example, of the "age" of those characters - Snow-White. Disney's Snow-White is the very embodiment of the "50s housewife" cliche, and thus was a perfect fit for this first-half-of-the-20th-century American society. In the Grimm story, the little girl enters the house, takes the food, goes to sleep, and upon meeting the dwarfs they make a bargain of chores in exchange of protection. In the Disney movie? She cleans the house all by herself, without asking anybody, just in hope it will please people. Which is a very "fairytale" move... But still is perceived badly as just the typical idea that "A good girl cleans up the house, that we ask her or not". The fact Snow-White also acts as a mother figure for the dwarfs despite being a teenage girl is... yeah it is questionable and there's a whole baggage of the girl existing as solely a future mother and a housekeeper-in-training. Let's not even talk of the infantilization of the dwarfs just because of their small size despite being clearly much older than her...

So yeah, I always take a neutral stance on things (except for a few stuff), and this is no exception. There is an unfair treatment of the original Disney princesses, definitively, and people are misreading the original movies... But when we take a critical look we also have to recognize that these characters were designed for a given society and a given time, and that now they made their time, we do not need them anymore and we can move on to other characters while fondly remembering them or taking inspiration from them. Erasing these characters would be stupid and absurd - but it is just as stupid and absurd to try to cling onto them constantly and to try to make them fit everywhere and anywhere (yes I am taking a jab at Disney and their perpetual recycling and their favoritism of remakes over new movies...).

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#disney movies #disney fairytales #disney princess #disney's snow white #snow white and the seven dwarfs #snow white #disney's sleeping beauty #aurora #disney's cinderella

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 2: #B1 vs #B2

#B1: Coming-of-age story set in a “utopia”

#B2: High school performers

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#B1: From the New World (Shinsekai Yori)

Summary:

In the town of Kamisu 66, 12-year-old Saki Watanabe has just awakened to her psychic powers and is relieved to rejoin her friends—the mischievous Satoru Asahina, the shy Mamoru Itou, the cheerful Maria Akizuki, and Shun Aonuma, a mysterious boy whom Saki admires—at Sage Academy, a special school for psychics. However, unease looms as Saki begins to question the fate of those unable to awaken to their powers, and the children begin to get involved with secretive matters such as the rumored Tainted Cats said to abduct children. Shinsekai yori tells the unique coming-of-age story of Saki and her friends as they journey to grow into their roles in the supposed utopia. Accepting these roles, however, might not come easy when faced with the dark and shocking truths of society, and the impending havoc born from the new world.

Propaganda:

Shinsekai Yori is not the flashiest show, or the fastest pace, but the slow and steady build of the horror and mystery will keep you entranced from beginning to end.

At its heart, this show is a coming-of-age story. We follow the protagonist from her childhood to adulthood, with all the messiness in between. From puberty and discovering sexuality, to learning the darker truths of society and having to live with unwanted knowledge, we see through Saki’s eyes. The setting of this world is a post apocalyptic future, and what society has been rebuilt as is one of the main mysteries we discovered.

This show is very complex and dark and sad, but it’s absolutely beautiful. The visuals, backgrounds, character expressions, music all come together to create something truly unique. The only show I know to compare it to might be Psycho-Pass, for it’s similarly deep deconstruction of society. However, whereas Psycho Pass is one of the most praised anime of all time, Shinsekai Yori is barely known. This is a shame, because it truly has something special to say that everyone can relate to. How hard growing up can be, fighting against your own hormones, traditions, adults, family, friends, your moral code.

This is not a happy story; it’s a bittersweet, cautionary tale.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty or Death, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Suicide

#B2: Kageki Shoujo!!

Summary:

After being forced to graduate from JPX48 following a controversial incident with a male fan, Ai Narata swears to never interact with another man ever again. Using her talents and strong desire to get away from men, Ai auditions for the exclusive all-female Kouka School of Musical and Theatrical Arts. The school is renowned for producing the best actresses that go on to perform in the famous all-female Kouka Theatre Troupe. Coming from the idol industry, Ai is the perfect candidate for the school's hundredth generation class, but her aloof demeanor alienates her from her classmates. The eccentric Sarasa Watanabe is the only person who wishes to become Ai's friend. She enters Kouka with the goal of becoming a top "otokoyaku" performer—an actress that plays traditionally male roles. After seeing a Kouka performance of The Rose of Versailles when she was younger, Sarasa dreams of performing as Lady Oscar one day. Unfortunately, Sarasa's inability to read a room causes friction between her and her classmates, including Ai, who reluctantly becomes her roommate and partner in many of their classes. Succeeding at Kouka will involve more than just raw talent for these young girls as jealousy, deceit, and the harsh realities of show business put their mental fortitude to the test. Will Sarasa and Ai be able to rise to the top and stand on the silver bridge?

Propaganda:

If theatre setting/schools is your thing, you’re probably going to love this series! We follow our protagonists and their schoolmates following their dreams to become actresses for the prestigious Kouka Revue. Not an easy road as they will have to face and overcome many challenges, the hardest ones coming from themselves. Indeed, the story is not afraid to address sensitive topics and their resulting traumas (see TW list) always rightfully handed. These episodes may be a bit hard to see if you’re sensitive to these topics, but the show never leaves you in discomfort: everything is properly addressed, and characters are cared for realistically.

The characters are all very well-written, portraying individuals with way more depth than they may appear at first glance. We follow their growth—or its start—during the series. Sarasa is a walking sunbeam, and her blooming friendship with the withdrawn Ai is a delight to watch. We learn to know—and love—all their classmates as well, as episodes switch focus to one or the other.

The OST is really good, with a catchy opening, and no less than five different versions of the ending song, a fabulous duet voiced by the cast! The animation features really pretty art with iconic details like the stars in Sarasa’s eyes. The series is a homage to Takarazuka and scatter references to famous real-life Revues and older famous shôujo manga series like “Versailles no Bara” or “Glass no Kamen”. Actually, it feels like a modernized version of their essence: roses, sparkles, spotlight, drama, all while staying safe!

This anime is like candy for eyes and soul, and I really hope we'll get a season 2 to explore the girls' voices further!

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Pedophilia, Self-Harm

Nothing is too graphical nor explicit, just the right amount to let the unsettling situations be clear enough to watchers, and they’re always addressed correctly.

Child abuse/ Pedophilia: episode 3 (+4), about Ai’s traumas

Self-harm: episode 5 focuses on a girl with an eating disorder, forcing herself to vomit (not sure if that really counts as TW?)

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

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#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 2 #tournament polls #from the new world #shin sekai yori #shinsekai yori #kageki shoujo #kageki shoujo!! #group b

[a-silver-dragoness]

Updated personal headcanons/opinions/interpretations for Light/Night Furies:

Light Fury:

• Referred to as "The Unicorn of Dragons", for their beauty and grace

• Male and Female Light Furies are identical (no sexual dimorphism)

• Light Furies are diurnal and have excellent vision, but lack tapetum lucidum

• Light Furies skin and scales are soft (like some changewings are), therefore they are more likely to flee from a battle

• Light Furies like to nest together in groups, oftentimes the nesting females will combine nests and raise their young together

• Each Light Fury has a unique pattern of stripes, that intensifies during the mating season

• Incapable of echolocation (hence smaller, fewer nubs)

• Light Furies mate for life

• Same sex couples are not very common

• Interspecies couples are very rare

• They have intense maternal/paternal instincts, so much so that they are known to adopt and raise hatchlings that aren't their own

• Light Furies live exclusively in the Hidden World, but they have been known to fly far from the Caldera in search of food

• They are capable of flying long distances, and make shallow dives to catch aquatic prey (similar to the Wandering Albatross)

• Cloaking without a plasma blast is silent, but slower (it takes time to heat up its reflective scales with internal body heat)

• Cloaking with a plasma blast is noisier, but faster, and is primarily used when the animal is attempting a quick getaway

• Light Furies are hypercarnivores, have a main diet of fish, shark, and shellfish, but have been known to hunt terrestrial animals such as deer, sheep, and cattle

• Hybrid offspring (Night Lights) are infertile

Night Fury:

• Male and Female Night Furies are identical (no sexual dimorphism)

• Night Furies are nocturnal, and therefore possess incredible night vision (tapetum lucidum)

• Night Furies are semi-colorblind (like a dog)

• Wild Night Furies like to nest far away from other dragons, but domesticated/tamed Night Furies are drastically more tolerant of other dragons near their nests

• Each Night Fury has a unique pattern of spots, which fade as they reach adulthood

• Capable of Echolocation (hence larger, more nubs)

• Night Furies mate for life

• Same sex couples are not very common

• Interspecies couples are very rare

• They have intense maternal/paternal instincts, so much so that they are known to adopt and raise hatchlings that aren't their own

• Preferred habitat is the Hidden World, but Night Furies can also be found in deep, dark caves

• Night Furies lack the ability to cloak, but their tough, scaly hide (similar in appearance to leather) makes them no walk in the park to take down

• Night Furies are hypercarnivores, have a main diet of deer, sheep, yak, and fish

• The species began to decline in numbers on the surface due to human encroachment, disease, and habitat loss

• By the time Grimmel started his genocidal hunt, the species numbered about 20 individuals, which finally pushed the species to (presumed) extinction

• Hybrid offspring (Night Lights) are infertile

#light fury #night fury #httyd headcanons #httyd headcanon #httyd the hidden world #httyd thw

[riaarivic]

Obsidian and Amethyst (Teaser) MYG

Pairings YoongixReader, NamjoonxReader

Genres Fantasy!AU, ACOTAR!AU, Smut, Angst

Rating 18+ minors DNI

Summary  You are the oldest Daughter of the Spring Court’s High Lord, your only duty is to marry the man your father chose. You’ve accepted your fate... or at least until you met him, the Dark prince with Obsidian Hair and Amethyst eyes.

Word count: TBA

Warnings every chapter will have its own warnings but in general: explicit sexual scenes, misogynistic behavior not the main characters tho, dom!yoongi, brat!reader, slow burn, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, long haired young (yes that’s a warning). Namjoon being the best boy ever (yes, that is a also warning

AN: Hi! My name is Ria, this is my first tumblr fanfic, and the very first part of a fantasy series I am planning to write featuring all of the members. Would LOVE to read your opinions and feedback. This is inspired by the courts of Midsummer night dreams and ACOTAR but in no way this is an adaptation. By the way, I will try my best to write reader centric fics, with the least amount of physical description. I want as many people as possible to be able to enjoy reading, without feeling excluded. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes. I’m sorry 😅 Love, Ria💗

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Prologue

It was uncommon that a fae child to be born as a result of two High Faerie mates.

Much less common: two.

And in such a short period of time. Born only five years apart, it would have been considered a blessing, given by the Cauldron Itself.

The only problem was..

You and your sister are both daughters.

And for your father, that was a disgrace.

A curse.

The only High Lord of the Seelie and Unseelie courts without a Male Heir. 

For him, having two female offspring meant the end of his lineage and It was blasphemous, the greatest of dishonors. To give up his thousands of years of somewhat peaceful rulling of the Spring Court to another family. That’s why he mastered a plan, the only way he could secure his power.

He needed a puppet, to raise and to control. 

The first son of The Kim Family:

Kim Namjoon

He wasn’t a Lord, He wasn’t a warrior 

He was more interested in his books and his library than anything else the outside world would offer

A boy that would never dare to go against the rules and wishes of his High Lord. Taken from his house and raised in the Spring Court’s Castle. A boy who was, by the way, your best friend.

That was the best outcome you could ever aspire.

Marrying your best friend out of duty sounded hundred times better than to be traded for riches or land to an ancient barely living old fae lord. 

Namjoon was perfect and your only hope for a normal life. 

But you just knew you couldn’t trust your father. 

When you became of age, hundreds of suitors traveled to your court.

You were a rare beauty even between the fae, known as the lilac rose of the Spring Court. The lady with amethyst eyes and that made you unique, like a trophy they could exhibit. 

Your father could literally ask for an army in return of your hand… 

And he could have it.

The only thing that stopped him from breaking your engagement with Namjoon was the promise he made to your mother made on her death bed. That you would only marry the oldest Kim Boy, no one else

And to make sure of it, with the final breath of her life she gave the young boy her hability to shapeshift. The Spring Court’s badge skill, that only the High Lord’s family could possess.

And protect you he did

Until your 20th birthday

The night of your engagement

The night you met

Him

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You were walking outside of the gardens of the Spring Court castle the first time you saw him.

His eyes, they were just like yours. 

All of your life you were told you were the only one. And on him, his lilac irises looked like they could hold the entire sky and it’s stars. He was stunning and even that word felt like it wasn’t enough to describe him.

With hair as dark as the obsidian stones that adorned the rings on his fingers and his pale skin, almost translucent in contrast with his black clothes. Never in your entire existence have you seen a man this attractive. But here you were.

There was a sly smile on his lips that made heat rush to parts of your body it shouldn’t have. At least not when you were surrounded by all the noblemen and women of the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

“What an Honor to meet you, Princess” His deep voice took you by surprise, his cold hand suddenly grabbing yours and without breaking eye contact he planted a small kiss at the top of it.

You could die then and there.

The hell was wrong with you? Why were you making an absolute idiot of yourself?

He straightened again with a smile “I am Min Yoongi, High Lord of the court of nightmares”

By the cauldron,

He was the dark prince of the Unseelie.

The most feared High Lord of all the courts, a ruthless and evil being.

He was dangerous..

And he was still holding your hand… smiling.

“I would say the same, my lord. But I’m no princess” you said finally finding your voice removing your hand from his

“Oh! but you are, Princess. The most beautiful rose of the spring court. I wonder how sharp your thorns are” a deep chuckle escaped from his chest but before you could respond you felt Namjoon’s presence behind you.

You didn’t want to admit that you were both bothered and relieved that he interrupted the both of you

“I didn’t know our High Lord had invited you to our engagement announcement” he said with his ever polite tone hiding something you couldn’t decipher underneath “But, you are welcome in our house Lord Min as long as you mean well”

Was Namjoon being possessive?

A small amused smile appeared on the Unseelie prince’s lips “I only mean to congratulate our Lady of Spring on her engagement. The invitation was sent to every court, how could I lose such an opportunity to come and see beauty of the lilac rose with my own eyes?” He looked absolutely wicked, ready to continue “But Sir Kim, as far as I know you’re not married. Therefore this is not your house yet and the engagement hasn’t been properly announced. There’s still time for any high lord to claim this beautiful lady for himself”

You could feel Namjoon's whole body tense with rage.

That’s when you realized everybody in the room was watching your interaction.

You took your fiancés hand but it was far too late, Namjoon had punched The High Lord of nightmares right on his face.

Oh fuck

This is definitely not how you expected your night to end.

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This is it for now guys. I’m planning to make this a series with all the members, actually, but every one will feature parts of a story,

Thank so much If you read up to this part.

It means so much for me if you reblog or leave me a comment on my box.

I’m doing this because

One I love BTS and two I love writing

So this is for all of us who come to tumblr to disconnect from our lives for a little while

Enjoy

Love,

Ria 💗

#bts suga #bts smut #bts fanfic #yoongi #yoongi smut #bts fantasy au #acotar #bts x reader

[kevinstenhousetumblur]

I am passionate about the beauty of the human body in its most natural form, nude, I personally view nudity as self-empowering, especially for those who have had their innocence, trustworthiness, and comfort abused, mistreated, or taken advantage of, the wandering souls inside of bodies, like myself. I believe it is a way to reinforce to ourselves, and society, that our nudity does not inherently come with permission to our self-display of love, as in, my nudity is not my permission to be touched, harassed, or misused. While those around my nudity can look, they must not ever touch without my permission. That gives me, and many like me, so much power back, the power that was ripped away from us before I knew the power of nudity, the power of our own free choice. Nudity to me is a powerful form of Freedom.

I find posing nude freeing, peaceful, a place of self and love captured between lens and frames. A Memory of what once was, and will never be again. A body of youth, perfection, no stretch marks or laugh lines. This images for me is my Prime, not of my body, no, those stories haven't been written yet. But of my mind, growing, grasping onto societies expectations of me, and ultimately, my breaking those expectations in my truest form, nude. Glowing with pride wearing everything that I was born with, and everything I will die with. Nothing more, nothing less.

For me, this path of self love, body acceptance and passion for nudity and human form started long before I can consciously remember acknowledging it. At the age of 5 I was sexually abused by someone I loved and trusted, My Father. For 5 years he took advantage of my love and trust for my guardians, abusing my innocence and nudity for his own self- pleasures. For over 12 years this majorly distorted my

self-confidence, self-views and how I viewed my body. For years I was nothing but an object to be used for the pleasure of others, never myself.

It took years to heal from my abuse, but I now know, without a doubt, that if I can pose nude for hundreds of photographers, Male & Female, without being abused, that it was NOT my sexuality or nudity that caused my abuse and that no one has the right to my body, without my permission, besides me. Each nude photo reminds me of this power and right that I, and everyone, in entitled to.

I believe that we as a society have a long way to go on our views and thoughts of human form and nudity. However I am thankful we are slowly but surely embracing the beauty and innocence of nudity and human bodies in their natural forms. While I still feel there is far to much sexual connection made within our society to nudity, I believe we are progressing as a society. Each Country I believe has difference levels of this progression, while some embrace the changes we are seeing over the years, we can certainly also see others aggressively pushing to keep beliefs stationary.

I also feel a large part of this movement is the societal realization that each relationship we have ultimately affects us in unfathomable ways. I have had relationships that made me feel extremely self-conscious, and I have also had relationships that built my body image up beyond belief. Ultimately it is always up to us to love ourselves, exactly as we are. If I could give one lesson for readers to take from my experience, is that Everybody, and Everybody, is unique. That individuality is our superpower, so I highly encourage everyone to use theirs for the best.

Torso Series. Kevin Stenhouse Photographer

#kevin stenhouse #torso series

[nahalism]

Hey. You mentioned once, in one of your answers that you would be lying if you didn’t mention that you think a relationship between a female and a male has a certain special energy about it and i wonder if you’d mind to elaborate on that a bit? I want to follow up on your thinking

love to you, only love

hey angel. sorry it took me so long to reply to this but honestly i was scared to touch on the topic out of the fear that what id say would get misconstrued/become ammo for damaging arguments. i think before i answer i have to put the nature of the response i gave in context. the individual whose question i was replying to was basically asking me if i thought there was a basis for homosexuality being a mental illness/defect, rather than a valid form of relationship/interaction, due to the fact that humans are wired to procreate and preserve life, thus not doing so = being defective.

as someone queer, whos been raised in an african & catholic household, ive had my fair share of grappling with my own sexuality. my point was less about hetero relationships having a 'special' energy, and more to do with fleshing out my own struggles with my sexuality, how i came to grips with it, and as a consequence how i now think about relationships and the role that sexuality / romantic union plays in the role of our larger human purpose.

now this is super reductive because it uses gender and prescribed societal roles to explain a situation where honestly, i dont think gender matters. imo people are just people, and love is just love. but for the sake of presenting the point i was trying to make metaphorically : lets say a man is represented by a line, a woman is represented by a circle, & a non binary person is represented by a square. a man (line) and woman (circle) come together and create a triangle (the symbol for the conjoining of two opposites and creation of a child). in creating this triangle they may have created something two circles cant create, two lines cant create or two squares/a square and *insert either* can or cant create. that capacity for creation is specific and unique particularly in its ability to draw in and anchor life into this world. spiritually speaking, the conjoining of those forces creates a specific energetic blueprint, that cant be replicated, and that has great value. it literally opens a portal that creates life and anchors it on earth. when i say it cant be replicated what i mean is — e.g, when i was with my ex it broke my heart that id never be able to carry a child that was genetically both hers and mine. —NEVERTHELESS! children are not the only things that human beings birth!!! whilst a line and circle can create a triangle, two lines together can create a cross! two circles create a toroidal field! two squares a rectangle or even (diagonally placed) a star! each has a spiritual signature/blueprint, and thus its own value and ability to create something unique.

— the central and most important point i was trying to make being: not everyone has the same desires, the same role to play, or the same purpose. we're not here to learn/enact the same lessons. nor are we here to teach the same lessons to others as the next person can teach. so whilst one person may find value in exploring the path of creating a triangle, there is equal value that can come from creating a star. love, tolerance, empathy, compassion, peace, joy, harmony. these are also things human beings can give birth to and cultivate. without those qualities, what kind of world would those children be born into? if there is a god (the notion original anon was grappling with) i can imagine it would find value in challenging us to be more tolerant and more loving. not simply for the sake of making mini extensions of ourselves, as beautiful as that must be, but in order for us to love and truly see the nature of all things in creation around us. how can someone be loving of the earth & whats in it or tolerant of the difference they find once they explore it, when they cant expand their mind to conceive of a man loving another man.

do you get where im going with this? idk. i hope it makes sense. its 5:32am -_- lol. gonna sleep. love u too <3

#ask

[mangle-my-mind]

Todd Haynes on Velvet Goldmine and Fandom (and Gender, and Yaoi, and Slash Fic)

Source: "Something that is Dangerous and Arousing and Transgressive: An Interview with Todd Haynes," Julia Leyda.

Edits and emphases my own :) The whole interview is fascinating, and while I kept most of the Velvet Goldmine stuff in this post, there are more bits to read about it, as well as conversation around Todd Haynes' other films. This is gonna be a really long post, with screencaps throughout, so find it below the cut!

JL: You've done several movies that are very clearly woman's films, but the movie that I am most fascinated with in terms of gender is Velvet Goldmine, which is not usually interpreted in that context.

TH: No, except it's probably gotten the strongest female fan base of any of my films. And what's wonderful for me is to see new generations of young women, even as we think we progress as a society and there are new options available to each new generation that seem to be catering to that market more acutely, still Velvet Goldmine offers that market something that they’re not getting elsewhere. I always love it when girls come up to me at festivals and that’s the one, that’s the movie that really turned them around.

JL: I’m interested in how you use the trope of playing with dolls in Superstar and Velvet Goldmine as a way to figure gender, embodiment, desire, identification. You said in an interview that playing with dolls is what you’re doing in Velvet Goldmine, using it as a metaphor for the filmmaking process, to play with the characters of the idols more than making an actual biopic about bisexual pop stars. So what about the female characters in Velvet Goldmine? Fans, rock and roll girls like Mandy — talk a bit about them.

TH: Interesting question... I don’t know if [the role of the rock-n-roll girl and the role of Angela Bowie in glam] relates directly to doll-playing except that it really might be the last time that you see an active female figure freely utilizing artificial terms of self-expression and persona in an unembarrassed, unabashed, almost radical way. That was in a way the fascinating counterpart to the more aloof, silent, objectified figure that Bowie assumed as Ziggy Stardust. Of course, there was also that hardcore influence from the American music that he loved — the Stooges, the MC5, and the Velvet Underground and Lou Reed — as the final ingredient to give it that kind of duality, the cross between English musical traditions and this American hardcore, a direct assault. He needed both of those, but there was still a kind of passivity and object-ness of that figure that seemed more quiet, and more comfortable being an image, an idealized beautiful façade that people could project onto; whereas Angela Bowie was active, pulling the strings and moving the levers — in that way, I think, making him up so that he was the doll that she was playing with. So a lot of that energy and that fire and fearlessness I think could be attributed to her.

JL: In the doll-playing scene in Velvet Goldmine, the girls are like Mandy, manipulating them and fantasizing about them. So that trope of little girls playing with dolls scene really gets at the way the movie is about bisexuality and a kind of less bordered sexual identity, that is based in play, in fantasy —

TH: — is fluid, is mutable, is conducive to all kinds of voices and all kinds of players pulling the strings. But one thing that Velvet Goldmine kind of misses is how strongly and passionately young women were the driving desiring consumers of this very unique moment in popular culture history. That has continued, too: the androgynous male object is something that still attracts a really passionate, active female spectatorship. That’s so fascinating to me, and you can see it played out in so many different ways: the tradition of the Japanese comics of the ’70s, what’s it called again?

JL: The subgenre of manga with the boy lovers and its girl fans, yaoi.

TH: Exactly. The boy lovers and the girl fans, really directed at girl consumers, and it’s this androgynous, starry-eyed princes and pretty boys who have sparkly eyes for each other.

JL: I wondered if you were aware of yaoi or not. When I was working on a conference paper about the girl fans in Velvet Goldmine some of my colleagues said, Hey that’s just like yaoi! And I said, Wow, it really is, but I have no idea if that’s part of what he was thinking or if it’s just a coincidental, cross-cultural parallel.

TH: It was a tangent that I learned about in the process of research, but I don’t remember when exactly. I was certainly aware of how there was a particular Japanese following with a passionate attachment to the Bowie phenomenon, glam rock, T. Rex; Japan made up a major part of their market. But I think it’s an interesting counter-argument to the classic Laura Mulvey idea of a limited female spectatorship and if anything it only further underscores — although I think this is all embedded in that, and though I haven’t read those articles in some years — that marginalized subjects, such as gay subjects and women, have to find a more dexterous and nuanced way of reading culture and finding their way into all kinds of content that is not designed for them. I think there’s this ability to transform and to enter into all kinds of different subject positions of which this is one amazing and fascinating example: the glam rock thing with young girls’ driving interest in it.

JL: When I was a teenager I was a huge Bowie fan, and my mother was confused because I was always trying to look like Bowie; she would say, “You’re attracted to him, you have a crush on him, why do you want to look like him? When I was younger I loved Jean-Paul Belmondo, but I didn’t want to look like him.” But in the ’70s, and in my case the ’80s, and still today I think, girls of all sexual orientations experience that overlapping between desire and identification — it’s there in the Arthur character, too, but I’m thinking of in the opening sequence with the glam girls rampaging.

TH: Right, they’re absolutely rampaging, terrorizing the town in utter desire. And we all know that the passion that we see displayed there, the intensely sexual display of female spectatorship probably started with Valentino, Sinatra, the Beatles, and Elvis.

JL: It’s almost hysterical.

TH: Yes. There was in these cases an androgynous, feminine element to the actual performance; in a way, just for the star to be up on stage, just to be objectified, is to arguably be feminized. These artists in their unique and shaded ways capitalized on that, and the result among female spectators is something that society is still startled by: that radical emotional response that it engenders... Each generation has its own variant on that. It does call into question all sorts of assumptions about opposites attracting, the whole simplistic reductive ideas of what drives desire —

JL: — and the borders of identity.

TH: Yes, and the female subjects, spectators, consumers, maybe because they’ve had to learn how to occupy different subject positions in dominant patriarchal culture, have revealed the ways that desiring has narcissistic or self-reflexive aspects. On the other hand, maybe male spectatorship has just been so much more catered to and delineated in solid terms, and thus hasn’t been able to explore the margins as thoroughly, but women and gay people and African Americans, for example, all have to find different ways of entering mainstream cultural production.

JL: I love that the girls with the dolls in Velvet Goldmine are storytellers, they are controlling the narrative, in a sense, and that you say that that’s what you were doing as a director.

TH: I think that’s how we all begin to externalize our desires: through storytelling. Dolls are a tool that lends itself to that; they are supposedly made for little girls, and I loved dolls when I was a kid. The Barbie doll became a multiply useful subject in the Karen Carpenter film, and that was the internal nod that I was making in Velvet Goldmine, but it was so relevant it didn’t feel like a detour or a private joke — it felt like it was getting to the core of the intense effect that is felt by these kinds of characters in popular culture. That free-floating desire in the little boy-romance that the little girls are constructing is about as sweet and tender as anything in the film.

JL: That kind of storytelling, the freedom in play, helps the characters, but also the rest of us, decide who we are and how we want to tell our own stories.

TH: It’s the story and the engine of the film. It is really the fan’s point of view — the Arthur character, obviously — but it’s really the theme and the whole motor of it. I always knew I wasn’t really interested in getting inside the closed doors of these famous subjects and that’s why a fictionalization of this unique period made sense. We all already fictionalize and fill in and fantasize. And we see it too in the whole slash fiction phenomenon, which I didn’t even know about until Velvet Goldmine, and in which Velvet Goldmine has itself become a category.

JL: That’s the cool thing about Velvet Goldmine — it is itself a sort of slash fiction, and there’s this ongoing spin-off slash fiction community carrying the stories forward — it’s a perfect loop.

TH: Yes. To ignite that little flame that makes people want to respond actively and creatively and participate. It reminds me of a girl… I was scared of Bowie when I was in junior high school, and I remember I was aware of him, but it was all just too freaky. There was a girl in a lip sync show in seventh grade who picked his song “Changes.” She was this beautiful girl and she imitated him, as many girls did, right, because he was so pretty... [S]he just did the perfect lightning bolt like Aladdin Sane, and she got her hair just right — I forgot if she wore a wig. But she performed “Changes,” and I remember hearing and thinking, “Oh, this isn’t so scary . . .” because I expected it to be really hardcore music and I would be put off by it. But it was so pretty.

JL: So she turned you on to Bowie.

TH: She really helped...

JL: I’m trying not to let my brain explode with that idea! I remember that scene in Velvet Goldmine where they’re reporting on the news, saying something like, “Girls everywhere are wearing glitter makeup,” and that conveyed the society’s sense of fear, of what are all those girls up to? The idea that they’re going to need to be controlled again somehow because they’re getting a little too weird or too powerful.

TH: The glitter girls, as they were sometimes called, especially the LA version of the glitter girls, that’s another thing I really remember from junior high. As I read later when I studied this period, they were a force to be reckoned with — extremely precocious, among some of the youngest, most adventurous and not violent, but persevering, fearless, active fans. They peopled the Rodney Bingenheimer English Club on Sunset Boulevard —

JL: Like the Runaways.

TH: Yes, they gave birth to the Runaways. I think it was one of those girls who ended up in Roman Polanski’s house, who was fifteen or however old she was, but that’s why it’s very hard to examine that infringement outside of its cultural context and what was happening at the time in Los Angeles. Glitter girls scared the shit out of me when I was a kid — they were tough, and girls were already ahead of boys at that age, but they were miles ahead. It was intense. I can absolutely picture those kinds of girls, and they were intense, in their platform shoes and glitter makeup.

JL: With Arthur, I thought you did such a great job developing that character as a kind of giddy, exuberant, awkward young guy. You’ve said that Velvet Goldmine was your most affirmative film, even though the ’80s scenes are so dark, it provides the character of Arthur with this memory to cherish even in the middle of the awful ’80s.

TH: Totally. I don’t know if there’s a more joyful moment in any of my movies than that little passage that I’ve been showing as a clip in a couple of festivals and retrospectives of Arthur getting the record, and making his brother agree to lend him the money taking it home, opening it up, and that cherished —

JL: Fetishized!

TH: — fetishized record. And then he leaves the house, stashing his coat and just prancing proudly with his badges down the street with the song playing, and yet still being met with this higher echelon of socially superior kids who look down on him, and the pretty boy who scowls at him for his presumption to even be in their company. But still I think every kid has some version of that: his awkwardness, his passion, his vulnerability, and his strength, too, are all embodied in that ability to fall in love.

That beautiful sequence ends with him turning the page one more time to the page with the image of Curt and Brian kissing. And I remember feeling that, a kind of recoiling, confusion — like it’s tapping something exact, absolutely precise, but just too many membranes down to be able to be freed up, able to be voiced or affirmed. But it’s something you’re bookmarking for the future, that feeling you’re going to return to when you have a little more strength, a little more perspective. It’s touching something that you know you’re going to have to get back to because it’s something that is dangerous and arousing and transgressive. Christian's performance is so amazing because that sequence starts with him in the classroom, where he really looks all of a sudden like he’s fourteen years old, with his ruddy cheeks —

JL: — and his really bad bangs. I identified with him utterly and painfully in that scene. And his flailing dancing scene. My God, that character is so beautiful.

TH: He did such a beautiful job. He really was so committed and so profoundly inside that guy. I remember when we wrapped and he put away the Arthur clothes and he came back and said, “I just put away the Arthur clothes and cried a little bit.” And I don’t know if I cried but I sure felt like I could’ve. I think despite all the beautiful, fancy guys in that movie, I think my heart belonged to Arthur.

JL: Of course, because Arthur’s us.

TH: He is.

JL: When he takes that coat off and starts walking down the street it’s just: yes! We were all there. I like the way that film gives a few different positions over to that kind of fandom: audience member, fan, young person who’s still working things out, still trying to figure out who they are, and who they want, and who they want to be. The girls as well as Arthur.

TH: It’s also why the whole package of bisexuality, a kind of performative, made-up, dressed-up sense of identity and self, and coupled with this sense of being extraterrestrial, speaks so directly to adolescent instability and to that moment of uncertainty. It couldn’t have been a more total package for the mutability of that time, touching all the nerves and also the freedoms that dressing up allows you, and imagining different kinds of love objects that aren’t necessarily the ones you’re supposed to have. But even that is blurry, unfixed.

JL: Tommy Stone’s star image shows the other side of that dressing-up, right? If you can change yourself that radically, you can also change yourself into a horrible, plastic thing.

TH: Right, and a kind of converse example. The female fan who comes up to Arthur in that final scene at the bar who is so ecstatic about Tommy Stone because that’s all that generation has. That’s what they got — it’s not their fault that the same desire, the same need for something special is expressed, but it’s just not radical, or progressive, or culture-changing. But it’s what they’ve got, and I didn’t want to blame them because they are part of a culture that had to clamp down around categories once again, resume control of those categories that were seeping into each other so surprisingly for a brief time.

JL: Exactly. That limited world that she inhabits and Arthur’s wistful smile as he gives her the press pass, seeing her giddiness.

TH: Just as the emerald pin is the ultimate token of passing on heritages and opportunities or insights or ways of radically inverting a person’s destined experience. That’s how that scene is framed with him passing on the press pass to her and Curt passing on the pin to Arthur. There’s a nice sense of camaraderie among generations and different stations.

#velvet goldmine #25yearsofvelvetgoldmine #velvetgoldmine25th

[makingspiritualityreal]

The Female Body in its Raw Form is not a Sexual Object.

It is a function of existence.

It conveys her Power. The intensity, the form, the details of it. It shows her nature and her capacity. A detail of how Divine expressed itself through her, in this particular form. No words are necessary, the message is loud and clear. Our instinctive primal brain can intuitively decode it. The body is simply a statement of the self. An introduction, soul expression made manifest.

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder, but so is objectification. It is merely a reflection of the perceiver’s desire. An external party not being able to decipher the true essence of a being doesn’t take away its original message.

There is nothing wrong with experiencing a projection of one’s own desire on another, and it’s such an essential part of being human…as long as it doesn’t blind you to the Essence of what the other is.

When your hunger drives you to take a bite of juicy fruitiness hanging from a tree, observe your hunger, but observe the tree also.

Nothing and no one in this Universe exists solely to fulfill someone else’s desires. Everything is an independent creation to be revered in its originality, and achieving satisfaction and promoting survival is the gift it may give us, not an obligation.

We have forgotten this truth so deeply, we even objectify ourselves out of habit and due to external pressure. We are afraid to let our bodies make a statement of who we are, terrified into social conformity, being told that we exist to be used. That our self expression is shameful because of the responses it provokes in someone else.

No more.

Today, look at yourself and ask yourself, who am I, and what does my body say about me? What does it show? Does it show strength, gentleness, direct authority, playfulness? Do you inspire respect, fear, laughter? Are you someone who was born to be painted? Are you a walking awakening, a controversy? Are you all of the above?

Just like the Earth holds all seasons and weather phenomena, it holds you, in your beauty and uniqueness.

#making spirituality real #divine feminine #divine female #spiritual awakening #spiritual journey

[rosepolaris]

Hello! Hope you've been doing well. I have a question: what makes you love Lady Dimitrescu? Your fic is my favorite LD fic because of how mysterious and in character she is, its almost hard to believe you started it before the game came out. You nailed her and her daughters while still giving them your own unique twist. So I'm wondering, what attracts you to this character?

I've sat on this question in my inbox for weeks, anon. Weeks, because explaining why I love Lady Dimitrescu is the sort of thing I could sum up in a few words, or I could write a novel length dissertation on her and still go back later thinking, wait, I forgot to mention this. I think you've waited long enough for a response though, so, I'm going to just ramble for a little bit and see how it goes.

(Firstly, thank you for your kind words about my fic! Nothing gives me serotonin like hearing that after all this time it's your favourite, and sidenote, its still being written! Right now I have a couple of chapters done, but I'm waiting until I have at least 3-4 finished so I can avoid the pesky posting droughts I've had recently)

I can't talk about Lady Dimitrescu without stressing first and foremost, that everything about her is an anomaly for female characters in video games. When I first heard shouts of "9ft tall vampire gf" memes drifting on the wind in late January 2021 I had just finished work, and I was expecting to open my internet browser to see your run-of-the-mill video game woman, with the addition of press-on fangs and perhaps a pair of impressive shoujo legs to make up the height. She would surely be in her early twenties, thin and petite-framed, just like all Attractive Video Game Women are.

But then, she wasn't. I watched the trailer, and as she crouched through that doorway and straightened up - she wasn't any of those things. She was grimly, horrifically beautiful. Genuinely massive in stature, not just tall, but proportionately huge. Broadly framed, not thin, dressed elegantly in that ghostly ivory dress with that sweeping hat, and god, her face. Visibly in her 40s, all smile lines and crow's feet and imperfect, deathly pale skin and stained teeth. She was something as a horror fan I had been craving without knowing it — as I've already mentioned, female characters in video games are massively skewed towards young adulthood. With that in mind, I can't overstate the importance of seeing a woman over 40 with the honest and beautiful features of a woman over 40; her signs of ageing have not been smoothed out and wiped away like something to hide, nor has she been boxed into the old horror trope of mature and powerful women as hags. She simply exists — attractive and middle aged— in a sea of media that quietly implies through a lack of representation of older women that we hit some kind of beauty expiry date once we hit 35.

And as time went on, and we learned more about her beyond first impressions, I became more and more enamoured with her — as a lesbian, her coding brings me a wild amount of validation. Once you peel back the layers of blood and death and look at the way Lady Dimitrescu is living her life, it's hard for me as a woman and as a lesbian to not feel empowered by seeing a female character who has made the conscious choice to live her life centred on women. She's a single mother of three daughters, created and adopted with the help of another woman. Exclusively women are allowed to work in her living space in the castle, and even the name of the minor enemies in Castle Dimitrescu (Moroaicǎ) is the feminine form, suggesting to her, only women are worthy to receive the cadou — to become creatures of her own creation. The fact that she preys specifically upon women also satisfies a dark desire for scenarios involving sexual vulnerability for me and a lot of sapphic women — and she allows the exploration of those desires in a way that feels safe, taking place in this distant, imaginary environment in which men play no part, and therefore cannot exploit us. In our way, we've taken her status as an example of the Predatory Lesbian Vampire trope and reclaimed it for our own.

She's also an independent and successful businesswoman who is completely unapologetic about her immense stature in a world where women are pressured to take up as little space with our bodies as possible. I may not be a 9ft 6 vampire lady, but any body type represented that goes against the norm for women in games — especially when the character with that body is presented as beautiful and portrayed carrying an aura of power and confidence — is incredibly freeing and comforting for those of us with body image issues. I've met many women in the fanbase, myself included, who feel more confident about the parts of our bodies we've been made to feel undesirable for having, simply because Lady D has those features and is celebrated for them.

Another layer to my love for her is House Dimitrescu's female-centred horror. While the primary reason for all of it is to present female empowerment as a source of fear and conflict to Ethan, that in of itself becomes empowering. We see women for once with their hands on the fear factor dial in horror, historically a very male-dominated genre where men are often both the heroes and villains, and women (not always, but often enough) are the victims - the swooning damsels in distress.

Something else I'd like to mention — the sapphic fandom contribution. The way we took her and ran, creating our own stories and characterisations for her and her daughters months before the game released brought about the kind of creative, original content I haven't seen in any fandom before. It was genuinely magical to experience that level of passion around a character we knew very little about, but who spoke to us so powerfully that we simply had to make her our own. It went far beyond finding her attractive.

I could go on, but the above points and more now, a year and a half later, have culminated in her being my favourite character of all time.

#answered #anonymous #rambling rose #lady dimitrescu

[tsyllaes]

This is just the epitome of Australia I mean Kazin >>

I bet you thought the cockatoo was going to be sulphur-crested, didn't you? GOTCHA. This is the PINK COCKATOO, as I discovered, renamed literally this year because it turns out Major Mitchell was actually a bit of a genocidal dick so naming the most gorgeous of cockatoos after him is a bit... not good... so it's a pink cockatoo now. Anyway. Technically this thing lives in the desert and arid regions but y'know what, just look at it. LOOK at this beautiful creature. It has to live in Kazin. So it does now. All the cockatoos live in Tsyallaes, so of course the sulphur-crested ones are there, too. I was debating which was the most Extra of the cockatoos, the pink or the palm cockatoo, and went with this one. Palm cockatoo is actually from the tropics so it can stay there, so it won't fit with the other three on the page.

Speaking of, next is the ROSELLA. VERY specifically, this one's an Adelaide rosella. I always thought it was its own unique species but, as I once again learned while looking for refs, it's a hybrid of a straight up crimson rosella, which lives in a Victoria kind of direction, and the yellow rosella subspecies, which lives up along the Murray River. Their regions cross at Adelaide, and hence the Adelaide rosella! Therefore, similar thing happens in Kazin, where the crimson one lives down towards the coast and the yellow one up in the mountains near the Llayan border, and their grounds cross in Sirrona.

Next is a bloody CROW which, you'll note from that link, is technically a raven, but literally nobody but ornithologists calls these things ravens. Listen to that sound clip and try and tell me that's not a bloody crow. Whenever I hear crows and ravens in, like, fantasy shows or whatever, they sound fake. THAT is what a crow sounds like. It go 'WEH, WEH, WEEEEEEEH' like it's simultaneously whinging and also mocking you for whinging. Crows live everywhere except, like, deep into the desert. Side note, yes, that's absolutely the bird after which the Adelaide Crows are named. This is because South Australia's nickname is Crow-eaters, in the same way that Queenslanders are Banana-benders, West Australians are Sandgropers and Tasmanians are Inbred.

Finally, the absolutely iconic MAGPIE. They also live everywhere. Tsyllaes magpies are all the silver-backed ones because the others look Wrong since I didn't grow up with them. This is a magpie, all other magpies need not apply. They're also the only bird here with sexual dimrophism, but it's only that the females have a grey back where the males have snowy white, so I wasn't about to draw another magpie for that. Plus these are all real birds so I don't need to. Fun fact about magpies, every mob has its own song! So whenever I find sound clips of magpies online, they never QUITE sound right. Sure, it's a magpie, but they're not my magpies. The mob I grew up with sounds different from the mob living where I am now. My mob now is BIG, like eight birds. I'd always see them on the oval going to do fitness and they'd be grazing on the grass (looking for worms) and I'd go 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...... nine' cos there was always the one teenager hanging out away from the rest of the mob. I say 'was' because, a couple of years ago, they were all hanging around at the edge of the road with the body of a magpie on the tarmac :( 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven ...... eight.' So it wasn't the beligerant teenager.

That was a depressing note to end on. Have THIS video of crows rolling down a windscreen covered in snow. They are not Australian crows but you can imagine them doing this :D

Now, because I don't plan on drawing any of the smaller ones because they're hard to see so my guys are likely never going to see them, and they don't know what they are so they're only ever going to describe them as little tweetie birds, have some soundclips of birds of the Adelaide Hills and know this is what I live in and what southern Kazin sounds like:

HONEYEATER which I've used as reference for other birds so the shape won't be unfamiliar here. EASTERN SPINEBILL which love to splash around in the puddles left in the gutters at Mum and Dad's. SILVEREYE which I've NEVER seen but god I know that tweet. GREY SHRIKETHRUSH which I also feel like I've never seen but holy shitballs that SOUND. THAT is the sound of the Adelaide Hills omg. WILLIE WAGTAIL which are from everywhere so not really specifically Hills, but they count. STRIATED PARDALOTE idek what this is but it SOUNDS LIKE THE HILLS.

Also BLACKBIRDS but they're introduced so they don't exist in Kazin. I only put this here because this has more turned into a post about birds of the Adelaide Hills. Introduced or not, it's still a sound of the Hills.

#crow #raven #magpie #rosella #cockatoo #australian crow #australian raven #australian magpie #pink cockatoo #birds #artists of tumblr

[the-bjd-community-confess]

As a member of the Chinese Diaspora, I have to say that I have some reservation in recommending a social media site based in China. Then again, after decades of living “out here”, I would also like to remind anyone who is interested in attempting to do so of a few things that they might want to take into consideration. Your mileage may vary.

Xiaohongshu (“little red book”, or RED in English-speaking apps) is a social media app that specialises in a platform that is focused on a combination of influencer marketing and e-commerce. The user base is about 70% women (used to be higher) and over 60% under 30 years old. Registering for a channel is a little more difficult for individuals outside of China since there’s a vetting process involved. Most forms are still in Chinese as well. There were plans to Anglicize RED back in 2021, but these plans were scrapped (so far). As a consequence, most of the UI is Chinese since most of the users are Chinese.

Due to the unique combination of female-directed influencer marketing and e-commerce, RED bills itself as a “little secret between the girls” about where to find the best deals on clothes, the best restaurants, latest accessories, etc. It introduces the user to things and services in the hopes that you’ll bite. This means it’s basically all influencer economics, all the time; that’s the feature, not the bug. Even the up-lifting messages from girls to each other to not fall to traditional values and body positivity have something to sell you. But perhaps because of that, it has been reprimanded by the government regarding false advertising, illegal soft-advertising (i.e. through testimonials), fake reviews, scams, etc. It was briefly (but completely) de-platformed once in 2019 by the government to “clean up” its contents for 3 months, and it has been fined at least 15 times previously. Certain discourses are completely unwelcomed on RED. Its own Weibo was completely removed in 2021 due to possible references to the June 4th Tiananmen Square Incident. Also, because RED was actively courting the male audience (there’s a male-oriented social media site in China, Pu-Hu), the advertisements led to what the government considered to be “lewd and sexually inappropriate”. Some speculate the de-platforming incident had something to do with pressure to “clean up the sex” as well.

If you’ve read this far, thanks. You may have noticed that RED is a very different social media app, geared towards a different kind of people and under a tremendous kind of pressure to survive. This is both geo-political as well as financial. But this is the public-access side of the information. What follows are observations of a member of the diaspora, and your mileage may vary.

I got into BJDs since the early 2000’s, after I had already left Asia. I’m not from China, despite speaking Mandarin as a first language. I suppose my perspective is going to be slightly different from most voices out here. One thing I do get to say is a lot of the common topics that circulate in this forum do not seem to exist in the Asian sphere: talk of gender, sexuality, “fetishism”, racial disparity, “problematic styles”, even “should I tag this?” sort of topics tend to be non-issues in Asia, mostly because the culture is so different. People are unlikely to try to police others’ collections (unless recasts are involved). Feminism is actively scrubbed from on-line spaces by the government, “overly feminine men” are being cleaned up from all media depictions despite MLM being one of the largest genres among Gen Z and Millenial viewership, skin colours come in whiter shades of pale because that’s the standard of beauty, different body shapes and sizes are not entertained… even the most recent talk about PayPal and taxes/F&F payment would be a non-issue with most transactions done with AliPay and it’s linked to your SSN. There’s no running away from the long reaches of the Chinese government, for better or worse.

I guess what I am trying to say is, if you decide to give RED a try, do so carefully. My friend who runs a nail studio is on RED and she’s extremely happy with the business it brings her. I will not entertain the possibility of going there. I’ve been dinged on Weibo Tieba (Chinese Reddit) many years ago and I’ve learned my lesson. And I don’t want anyone to end up on some government watch list just because they went in blind.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #Social Media

[cross-edition-dnd]

Today's DnD Creature, The Medusa

Editions appeared in: ODnD, DnD B/X, ADnD, ADnD 2e, DnD 3.5e, DnD 4e, & DnD 5e

Consistent Elements:

A medusa is a humanoid creature with poisonous snakes replacing the hair on its head and a gaze that can petrify creatures into stone.

Notable Differences:

Various Serpent Forms. While most versions are consistent, there are a few added details to the Medusa’s serpentine nature. In ODnD and ADnD 2e, some medusas will have a serpent tail in place of a lower body, sometimes making the monster 10 to 20 feet in length. From ADnD 2e to DnD 4e, some medusas are noted to have scales covering the whole body rather than just the asps in their hair. The strangest form comes from DnD B/X, when a medusa is found on the elemental plane of earth, as there they are described as alien beings with several 10ft long tentacles and 1ft long eye stalks spawning from a round and lumpy body.

Victim of its own gaze. From ADnD and beyond, the medusa could become a victim to its own petrifying gaze. In ADnD 2e, there is a somewhat contradictory note that while they can petrify themselves, multiple medusas cannot petrify each other.

Adapting when Gaze and Poison Fails. From ADnD 2e and onward, the medusa gains the use of swords and bows to compensate when either a target averts their gaze or is resistant to the snake hair’s poison.

Disguised from a distance. From ADnD to DnD 3.5e, there have been notes on how a medusa's form appears as a normal human from a distance greater than 30 feet. In DnD 3.5e, the medusa could even keep itself disguised at closer distances if it is able to.

Otherworldly Sight. From ADnD to ADnD 2e, the medusa was able to see into the astral and ethereal plane, granting no safety from its gaze even beyond the material plane. This arguably overpowered ability seems to be omitted in later editions.

Strength of Petrification. From ODnD to DnD 3.5e, if a creature fails to avert their gaze from the medusa’s and fails a saving throw against the effects, they permanently turn to stone. Only in DnD 4e and onward would one get at least a second chance before this effect takes place, though one could instantly turn to stone with a particularly bad saving throw in DnD 5e. For a while, there was no notes on curing it until DnD 4e, where the blood of a slain medusa can cure its petrification. In DnD 5e, a Greater Restoration spell can cure the petrification.

Sexual Dimorphism every other edition. There’s only two versions of male medusa counterparts found in ADnD 2e and DnD 4e. Both of them are described to be without snake hair and the petrifying gaze. In ADnD 2e, The Medusae Maedar was noted to be an extremely rare male counterpart that was immune to the petrification and poisons of its female counterpart. While lacking the gaze, one out of 3 of the Maedar’s melee strikes could afflict petrification. The Maedar was also noted to have various abilities of manipulating inorganic material such as phasing through stone, turning stone to flesh for consumption, and animating objects while its spirit was trapped in a gemstone. In DnD 4e, The male medusas were noted to be as scaly despite lacking the snake hair. It was also noted to have its own unique gaze that was both poisonous and disorienting.

Poisonous Blood. In ADnD 2e, a greater medusa is said to have blood just as poisonous as the bites of its serpent hair, requiring a similar saving throw when one touches the blood of a slain greater medusa. In DnD 4e oddly enough, the blood of a slain medusa can cure its petrification.

Origins: In Greek Mythology, Medusa was the name of a beautiful woman who was transformed into a hideous creature by the gods. In some versions of the myth, Medusa had two immortal sisters who also had monstrous forms. [Mythopedia, greekmythology.com, Wikipedia article on Medusa] The monsters these sisters became were known as Gorgons, but the name was already used in DnD by another creature.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #medusa #gorgon #monstrosities #humanoid #monstrous humanoid #greek mythology #planar monster #monster

[arethereanyoriginalusernames]

Meet My Characters: Nymph

Requested by @tiarabigo (sorry for the wait!)

Name: Nymph (lost her family name)

Nationality: Australian

Age estimation: mid twenties?

Race: Elf

Gender and Sexuality: Female, bisexual

Disabilities and/or disorders: Mute (physical disability, severed vocal chords)

Unique markings: Several battle scars, burnt off tattoo

Other notes: 3’5 ft tall, athletic build

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Nymph is a member of the main cast of Tales of Runaways, on Ifrit’s side of the story. Exiled from her tribe for a crime she didn’t commit, she joins the effort to free the kingdom of Dawnsview from its corrupt government. She’s determined to keep the innocent from ever having to suffer from the actions of the true criminals like she had.

Early Life

Nymph was born and raised in an elven tribe located in one of the rainforests of Australia. From an early age, Nymph was fiery and combative, even frequently attempting to fight kangaroos and dingos from the age of four. She quickly gained a reputation within her tribe for being reckless and for being the type to look for a fight.

Along with her eleven brothers, Nymph was trained in scouting, tracking, construction, hunting, and combat. She quickly proved to have the potential to be hugely beneficial to her tribe. However, Nymph did rub some the wrong way due to her nature.

See, part of elven culture is that your family is associated with a certain animal. In elven culture, your spirit takes on the form of this animal to guide your descendants, and the animal symbolizes important character traits to the family. The animal associated with Nymph’s family is the Swan, which symbolizes grace, beauty, love, trust, and loyalty. Nymph only upheld two of these values, trust and loyalty, and clashed with the other values, which many in the tribe disapproved of.

Accused of Murder

When Nymph was in her late teens, her mother started to have an affair. This caused outrage amongst Nymph and her brothers, as this violated the trust and loyalty their family believed in. They all kept their mouths shut, but urged their mother to terminate this affair.

So, of course, the mother decided that the most logical course of action was to murder her children with her lover, arguing that the value of love outweighed them all. She and her lover caught Nymph and her brothers in a trap while on patrol, and ambushed them.

Nymph was the only survivor, although she had her vocal chords severed during the attack.

Despite one of her victims still being alive, Nymph’s mother had little trouble accusing her daughter of the crime. Nymph’s pre-existing negative reputation made her an easy target, especially compared to her mother’s more pristine reputation. On top of this, now unable to speak, Nymph could do little to argue and defend herself.

Nymph was declared a murderer, had her familial tattoo burnt off, was disowned publicly, and was exiled. If any patrolling elves came across her, they would have every right to kill her on the spot. She was also tied to a rock, left for dead against the Australian wilderness.

Fortunately, she was able to escape her bindings, and fled. She made it to a boating dock and stowed away on a ship heading west.

New Life

Nymph ended up in the dense forest surrounding the kingdom of Dawnsview. There, she focused on surviving, cursing her ancestors for abandoning her, and cursing her circumstances in general.

One day, Nymph came across a wolf left for dead. The wolf had its leg severed. Not only that, but the wolf was also the mother to several wolf pups she couldn’t look after on her own. With a wolf pack nowhere in sight, Nymph took it upon herself to care for the wolf (who she named Silver) and her pups. This led to Silver and her pups being fiercely loyal to Nymph, and they still stay with her to this day.

During this time, Nymph also had a dream where she was approached by an elven spirit in wolf form. While Nymph refused to engage with her race’s beliefs in any way following her exile, the spirit made her an offer.

“Your biological ancestors have failed you, it’s true… But you do not have to walk your path alone. There are others looking out for you now. If you so will it, simply call us your new family. We will assist however we can.”

Then the Plot Happens

At the start of the story, Nymph catches one of the protagonists, Ifrit, in one of her traps. Initially, she wants nothing to do with the runaway prince, nor Chess, the mercenary accompanying him. She only joins in their journey to Dawnsview so that she can make sure they’re out of her camp for certain.

Her tune changes upon seeing the state of Dawnsview, and learning of how the citizens are forced to live. The injustice of the situation boils her blood, and she offers her help in fixing the kingdom by bringing those in power to justice. Nymph is taken up on this offer and joins the rebels.

Nymph serves as the group’s scout and physical battle tactician. She’s also the most publicly known of the group. Unlike the others who focus on taking down the government by dismantling their main pillars of support and power, Nymph is the one on the streets dealing with the everyday issues. This gives a distraction away from the rest of the group, and shows the citizens that there is a way to fight back. From beating up the tax collectors to impeding the everyday efforts of the Secret Service, Nymph does whatever she can to make everyday life in Dawnsview a little bit better.

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As stated before, Nymph is fiery and quick to pick a fight. She’s refuses to suffer fools, and is very confrontational. She works on a survivalist mindset, and her decisions to ensure survival are often met with backlash due to seeming uncaring and unempathetic. She strongly believes in justice, and will act as judge, jury, and executioner, often to her own detriment. Many get the impression that Nymph is an uncaring bitch who looks down on anyone she deems lesser. This, however, is far from the truth.

While Nymph’s strong morals and survival focused decisions cause her to often make tough calls, she’s deeply caring for those in need of help. Often, her aggression towards her companions is tough love, intended to push them to be better so they can fend for themselves. Nymph takes a good amount of time making sure everyone is alright, and isn’t afraid to intervene to keep someone from hurting themselves. Her more compassionate side isn’t usually shown due to her always keeping her guard up, but if there’s one thing Nymph is, it’s that she’s loyal to the very end.

Having fun isn’t her strong suit, but Nymph does have a strong interest in things such as cooking and baking (and she’s an impressive cook as well!), as well as other things deemed “unnecessary”. She spends a lot of her time tending to, and training her wolf pup companions. Her most frequent companion is Tumble, the oldest pup who is a good! Boy!

Regarding combat, Nymph uses a spear and a collection of knives. However, she will also grab anything on hand. She’s incredibly strong, able to toss someone fives times her size a great distance, and could easily break bones. She uses traps and ambushes to get the advantage on larger enemies. Being an elf, she’s capable of sustaining more damage than a human can, has better hearing, and can see in the dark. Her fighting style involves techniques and movements that require high flexibility and athleticism.

Hope you enjoyed?

Art and character made by me

I apologize for wasting your time

- Spooky