#fierce females

[womeninfictionandirl]

Michonne by Shana Fierce

#Shana fierce #michonne #danai gurira #the walking dead #twd #michonne hawthorne #michonne grimes #the ones who live #towl #AMC’s the walking dead #female portrait #side profile

[bitter69uk]

“Divine is a real man. And he’s just as charming out of character, walking down a New York street with his balding head and his favourite mechanic’s overalls or a Zandra Rhodes chiffon caftan. Like a platinum and exaggerated overweight Jayne Mansfield, he can wobble into the best parties in New York and Paris, break through glass barriers and charm everyone.”

/ André Leon Talley reflecting on Divine in the 1984 book Mega Star /

All hail! Beloved freak diva / drag monster / hog princess extraordinaire / John Waters’ 300-pound leading lady / hi-NRG disco chanteuse, the raunchy Queen Mutha of us all, the artist formerly known as Harris Glenn Milstead – Divine (19 October 1945 – 7 March 1988) was born 78 years ago today! Now sing along with me: “My car is by Ferrari and my body's Jack LaLanne / My clothes are by Armani and my hair is by Elaine / Tiffany and Cartier are telling me the time / This native love is restless and I'm just not satisfied …”

#divine #harris glenn milstead #john waters #drag monster #cult cinema #hi nrg disco #lobotomy room #drag queen #punk #queer #lgbtqia #female trouble #pink flamingos #fierce #queen mutha #most beautiful woman in the world

[lesbianoms]

Thinking about a nice, upstanding and refined business-woman with a lycanthropy curse.

She’s an incredibly hard-working gal. Professional, reaching her mid-thirties, striving for success and to get that new promotion. Her boss is a total dick, though. He’s rude to her, he sticks her with the extra company work, and he says degrading things about her behind her back.

But she can take it. After all, she needs this job, and she’s willing to deal with whatever’s thrown at her. So she smiles and endures his bullying.

During the work day she never complains. Most of the time, she’s dignified and kind and… well, normal, that is… until the full moon begins to shine bright~

Her breathing becomes irregular and she clenches her chest in pain as she sinks to her knees, shaking uncontrollably. She’s still in the office; everybody’s gone home except for her boss, and he finds her in the midst of her transformation. A low warning growl emanates from her throat, and she looks up at him with a pained expression, suddenly lurching forward onto the floor.

And he watches as her suit rips apart, as fangs sprout from her mouth and her jaws elongate and open wide, and fur begins to cover her body at an alarming rate… her ears shift up and point out from the thick mess of hair that was once neatly straightened or tied into a bun. And once where there was a normal woman there’s now this big, hulking she-wolf, staring at her boss with piercing eyes.

Hungry eyes.

She licks her lips, running her tongue over rows of sharp teeth. Her boss begins to back away slowly, trying to convince her there are no hard feelings between the two of them, that he’s been nothing but nice to her, and that if she values her place in the company/firm she should think about—

And before he can even finish, she has him. She snaps him up in her jaws, tossing him around, muffling his terrified yells as she tilts her wolf head back and gulps him down. With one resounding GLLK her boss has become nothing more than a visible bulge sinking slowly down her throat.

He’s pushed into her slimy, stretchy stomach, his new suit soaked and his ears filled with the most monstrous digestive gurgles he’s ever heard. It’s sweltering underneath all that fur, and with the acids slowly rising he begins to panic, thrashing around in his fleshy prison.

On the outside, the werewolf sports a squirming and full belly. It’s noticeable, but not too big. The perfect size. She looks down at it, getting excited by all the struggling her meal is doing.

And for once in her life, work becomes play.

She sloshes her gut around, feeling it’s soft give and sway, feeling the tight, squishy walls of her belly churning against the lump of weight in her stomach. Her meal’s muffled exclamations can only faintly be heard as the belly shifts and groans. She stands back up, gives it a few smacks with a clawed hand-

BWWWWOOOARRP!!

The werewolf lets loose a meaty belch from her jaws and growls in satisfaction. She rolls over, stroking over her gut and feeling the acids start to wear her prey down. Her stomach is loud, active, bubbling, growling low and deep.

The transformation has definitely affected her digestive system as well, speeding up the process and powering up the acids. The last thing she feels before falling asleep is a biiig gurgle down in her lower belly, as her boss— who is still alive, squirming weakly— squelches into her wolf intestines.

Come morning the business-woman wakes up on the floor of the office, drowsy and sore, but the good kind of sore...

She sits up in a daze but finds it somewhat difficult. Her eyes widen in shock as she stares down at her large, doughy belly, still active as ever. It strains and bellows softly as it continues to work on her dinner from the night before.

The woman moans as she feels the contents slosh around, and she stands up, panting as she clutches her middle. It feels squishy but firm. Her belly aches; her body whines as a thick slurry of soup pumps through her bloated intestines.

The woman steadies herself against a wall and rubs her stomach, trying to remember what happened. It’s not long before she burps up a long tie, maybe some glasses… something that she instantly recognizes belongs to her boss.

She feels the color leave her face. Her belly growls angrily and she just stands there, mindlessly rubbing at it, taking in the reality of what she’s done.

Her career is ruined! All of that hard work for nothing! She’ll never get her promotion!

These should be the thoughts swirling in her mind. But as she pats her stomach and goes over everything one more time, she begins to feel an odd sense of… satisfaction.

The man who had so much power over her, who had been tormenting her for years, who had been unfair and uncooperative… was now stewing away in her guts as status-less chyme. And she would be lying if she said it didn’t feel kind of good.

Sure, maybe she felt a tiny bit of regret for eating her boss. But why should she? The company would probably just replace him with someone else, and it had felt incredible to feel him squirming around inside her~

I like to think she takes the rest of the day to herself, sleeping off her big meal and lounging around the house, finally able to have some peace and calm.

Well earned relaxation time, and a well endowed gut to go along with it.

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #female pred #male prey #half size vore #werewolf pred #intestines #vore belly #vore story #unwilling prey #monster pred #vore writing #a bit of a halloweenish scenario I guess #might make more posts about werewolf ladies… I’m in a vood and I imagine their bellies might be as fierce as they are #minors dni

[nellasbookplanet]

*grabs fandom by the shoulders* please tell me you understand that the dichotomy of the 'fan favorite man who’s done nothing wrong ever how dare you imply otherwise he's just a TRAUMATIZED BABY' vs 'woman who’s a selfish bitch who should just die for not always prioritizing the male favorite and for getting in the way of my m/m ship' is bad on both sides.

please tell me you understand these kinds of readings remove complexity and agency from both the male and female characters as well as the narrative as a whole. please tell me you don’t just want to flip the dynamic. please tell me you didn’t think it was originally bad only because it was the male character who should be demonized and the female character excused. please I am begging you to develop media literacy and to step away from radfem rethoric

#please tell me you understand that both extremes are reductive readings of the characters on opposite ends of the spectrum #this is mainly about critical role fandom and how certain corners of it embodies this sentiment something fierce #thinking they are defending female characters when what they’re actually doing is reducing her from complex and morally gray #into a paper doll ment to be shipped and babied #meanwhile any male character (or nonbinary character they present as male for the sake of arguement) #who doesn’t prioritize her get immediately eviserated #and god forbid they perceive him as a threat to their f/f ship #(who they are stubbornly refering to as lesbian despite its bisexual characters) #it was bad in c2 and its exponentially worse in c3 #nella talks #critical role

[bearyyayay]

Okey I did some research and I don't know why but personally I think Tommy Angelo would be a Toyger cat

#Okey now im not sure if most of the breed is female cause its a pretty new and rare breed #Why toyger cat? ill explain alright #so first it have a pretty fierce appearance yet lovable personality #idk bout you but that is giving Tommy #so some of their personalities is active and intelligent #friendly with children and other pets #easygoing and docile #they look like lil tigers yk #for me its kind of giving Tommy #Intimidating and serious outside but could really be a nice and kind dude on the inside #toyger cat is playful too and pretty chatty #but basically they could get along easily with other pets #This mafia cats thingy had me on chokehold i cant stop thinking about it #but tell me whats your opinion about it #mafia definitive edition #tommy angelo #mafia cats version

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Georgia O'Keefe, American Artist, 1887-1986:: Chama River, Ghost Ranch 1937

Oil on Canvas, 32.25 × 16 in.:: New Mexico Museum of Art, Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA

[A CELEBRATION OF FEMALE ARTISTS]

* * * *

“To love someone is to grant him or her the gift of one’s pure and undivided attention, without preconceived expectations of what the other person needs, what we imagine to be best in the situation, what particular results we want to engineer.” ― Belden C. Lane, The Solace of Fierce Landscapes: Exploring Desert and Mountain Spirituality

#Georgia O'Keefe #female artists #Ghost Ranch #New Mexico #Belden C. Lane #The Solace of Fierce Landscapes: Exploring Desert and Mountain Spirituality #quotes #love #attention

[madigan-thompson]

Surprise! A Knil - Hero of Sorrows character sheet! She is one of my favorite OCs so how could I not? 😊

Backstory: Knil grew up in Termina Field, just southeast of Romani Ranch and north of Woodfall Swamp. She and her father had a farm of their own, though they mostly focused on produce, such as apples and Termina Wheat. Knil was the one who would take and sell their product to Romani Ranch as well as Clock Town, where she became friends with Cremia, Kafei, and Anju.

When the moon first began to descend as the festival drew closer, Knil was one of many who wanted the festival to be canceled and the moon to be dealt with, especially when the poison from Woodfall began to infect their farmland. However, she still ventured to Clock Town, determined to support her friend's wedding, only telling her father to stay home. She had visited the two the night when Kafei was cursed but left before he was confronted by the Skull Kid.

When she arrived back home, Skull Kid was there, having turned her father into a tree (I know that is basically the same as the Deku Butler's son, but the man was fussing over his apple trees, so the Skull Kid decided to have fun with trees again). She charged the Skull Kid, like Link did in his version of the timeline, and attacked him, but Skull Kid turned her to stone, thinking a girl leaping at him with a pitchfork would make a cool statue.

With her sorrow, regret and ferocity impressing Termina's gods, they pulled together the rage, sorrow, hate, and regret of all the people of Termina and formed the Fierce Deity Spirit, infusing it in the petrified girl.

She was free from the stone but overcome by all the power and rage and went on a mindless rampage as a demon god of war until she passed out and was found by the Happy Mask Salesman.

You've met a Terrible Fate.... haven't you?

Three days remaining...

#my art #digital art #fanfic art #original art #original character #linked universe #lu sorrow #knil hero of sorrows #character design #character art #character sheet #character expressions #majoras mask #fierce diety #female link #concpet art

[vampire2468]

Just finished another art of FD and the reader from the fanfic “Demonatio Memoriae” by @keerathehedgehog please check it out!!!

#fanart #fanfiction #female reader #fierce deity fanart #fierce deity link #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #x reader

[bitter69uk]

“People, remember this name: Ann-Margret. Simple and easy, just like the girl herself. Ann-Margret, 19, is the girl who will become the biggest Swede in Hollywood since Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman. She's a sexy, beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, green-eyed brunette. She sings, dances and acts. Critics have said: "She moves like Elvis, we call her 'The Animal, her voice should be X-rated, she's filming with Bette Davis, she stars with Pat Boone and Bobby Darin.” Audiences have said: "She's what's happening in show business". One of her records has sold 1 million copies, and for a long time she's been on the hit lists. So, here's the advice one more time - remember this name: Ann-Margret. She's already big, and she'll be bigger still.” 

/ The Swedish magazine Bild Journalen hyperventilating over hot new starlet-of-the-moment Ann-Margret in 1961, when her image was being pitched somewhere between “female Elvis” / “New Marilyn” (or “New Rita Hayworth”) and “America's answer to Brigitte Bardot”. (You can tell this article is early in her career because the most famous of devilish redheads is still a brunette!) / 

Today should be a religious holiday: triple threat (actress, singer, dancer), Valsjöbyn’s finest export and quintessential sex-kitten-gone-berserk the fabulous Ann-Margret (born 28 April 1941) turns 82! Coincidentally, she recently dropped Born to Be Wild, a collection of rock’n’roll standards and her first new album in years. It’s as bizarre and kitsch as you’d expect from A-M – and merits a whole separate post! Pictured: Ann-Margret in 1968.

#ann-margret #sex kitten gone berserk #triple threat #american Bardot #lobotomy room #kitsch #old show biz #old hollywood #female elvis #fierce #kween #diva

[bunnyraptor69]

First post since graduation!!!!🎉🎉🎉

Lilith's mom!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳

Enjoy My Big chocolate mama!!!!!😏😏😏

@lunaerebus @ladyofparchments @turtle-babe83 @skadi-gemini @vampirikart @daswhox @shaymin99 @mommymao @micaela-arg @starlightholograms @predatorsmp @maynixe @cyvorg @roguemonsterfucker @reikmer @kryptum-one @bontimjim @beetle-drip @black-suns-rim @rotten-carcass @thenomadclan

#yautja #yautja oc #predator #alien vs predator #predator oc #digital art #oc artwork #oc art #avp #avp: alien vs. predator #fierce queen #literally fierce queen #big mama #badonkadonk #she is a very dangerous female #but also 😏😏😏 #dem cheeks

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

They got what they wished for

I was wrote this all at once so yea... Reblogs and Comments welcome and appreciated

A sort of Bryce origin story

Warnings: might be triggering for some as it does mention car crash drugs and drinking mentioned Just angst and a tiny bit of fluff. Some spoilers. It mentions injury boarding school that is very strict surgery and hospital

18+ just incase do not repost or publish anywhere

It was truely an an accident

Sure he was drinking they both had been but he had drugs in his system he shouldn't have been driving. But he was. He was and he was the cause of it all. He had opened his eyes and the first thing he did was claw and paw around for her. His first thought truely was of her. There was blood. But it was warm she was warm and then he finally breathed. He had looked and she was pale he was following her body down until- until it was just metal and plastic and then he stopped breathing again.

He was hurt too but....he had tried so hard to get out that night to get out and walk to her to closer but he couldn't. He almost didn't take her hand of of fear of hurting her but he wanted to. More than that- he needed to. Phones were smashed and the antique car as he called it didnt have an onstar. He stopped screaming for help when he realized that no on heard him and it settled on his mind that no one would ever save for her. And he didn't wa to her to hear that. He held her hand close to his face. Its going to be ok baby. You're ok you'll see. Just hang in there. It's ok. I'm right here. I'm right here. I love you im right here." He had tried not cry to but….

"Wake up will you please wake up" his soft voice had now been replaced by a pleading one.

He had gotten tired and had tried to stay awake for her but he couldn't.

It wasn't until he was being strapped to a backboard he woke up. He wasnt sure what was going on or where he was. But then it all hit him. It hit him as fast as he had hit well he wasn't even sure. He aw the light and reduce vehicles even spectators.

"No .no no! Her get her." He was ripping and pulling at the velcro trying to get it off he was pleading for her first. Eventually they had tied his hands down harder as his cried had fallen on deaf ears.

"Is she ok please?"

The EMTs had only glanced at eachother as they were loading him into an ambulance.

He had hard a fireman just before the doors were closed say "her legs got crushed should've been the rich kid."

"No no please take her first. Why why are you taking me

"Because we couldn't get to her you were in our way. Always in the way" One of them finally lashed out.

He had begged even more to just then let him wait he'd wait to leave him on the side of the road and go back.

The EMTs had called the hospital and gotten approval to give him Haldol to stop him from talking. He was never the same after that. Maybe it was a side of effect of the medication or he had hit his head in such a way that something broke and cause him to snap or maybe maybe he was truly a monster all along and he never realized it. He of course didn't notice the cba he right away.

By some miracles her legs weren't as smashed as they could have been...as they should have been.

He had only spent a few days in the hospital. He was transferred to a better hospital with better care and he recovered faster. But she she stayed in a smaller one. His family had only moved her to a better one to shut him up.

All anyone had ever told him was that she was paralyzed. Was she in a coma for a week and the moment he was released from his hospital he went to her. He had sat with her every day and had sneaked in at night or rather thats what people let him believe.

Her parents overall weren't happy that thier daughter was with him. But he had money and that was a promising life style. After all all parents could do is hope that thier children will be taken care of. And he did love her. Everyone knew it. And to his parents it was a nuisance. Only his grandfather saw the love he had for her. And idiotic moment that's he'd once rid himself of once he realized that her station was to serve him not sit with him. This accident didn't change this. She had surgery for one leg at a time and each time he sat there with them waiting even more nervous than they were. His eyes were red and watery the whole time. Each time the surgon came out he had held his breath his hand holding or rather gripping his shirt. And when the surgon had said everything was fine he let out

The biggest breath of air and cried in happiness.

He didn't want her to focus on her legs or the long road to whatever recovery there was so they had never spoken about them even if it was good news. She would say I'm getting better. And that was all. They talked about other thing they played gin rummy bargain watched movies talked about any and everything else. A few times even marriage

" did you Know my motherr and father own nothing no house but I would want nothing more than to have Mr.. and Mrs on the deed. Next to our signature.What do you say?"

"Id say it sounds good not that our parents-"

"screw parents mine can go to hell for I care but yours are warming up to me."

Shed give him a small smile

"I think k they appreciate they thingsyou've done. Well almost everything."

Then another time

"How would you feel about a while fence. No giant gates but a simple white fence with a large ranch house houses for our kids."

"Alpacas?"

"Of course and we can't forget osrtraches."

"Or lamas"

"Can it have a large porch and a sunroof ive always wanted that."

"Then thats what you'll get " he had sealed the promise with a kiss.

"But no ostriches."

And then the lawsuit came and he truely had to sneak around. She had been somewhat shielded against it while he was grilled relentlessly. Lawyers had only asked her a few questions but he. Well he didn't think about it when he was with her. And he had only tried to be with her. But it didn't always work.

It had became harder and harder for him to see her. Once details had been "leaked" about certain things in news and gossip the nurses which once saw him as a loving ad caring boyfriend now just saw an evil rich kid on a dalliance stringing her along to make it look good for the lawyers a d the court. Only a few, on the night shift who had seen him sleepily some in and out when no one was around to know could trust the love in his eyes

One night he had said

"I love you I promise that I'll be back." He had kissed her tender and hugged her.

"Stay until I fall asleep. Please?"

"Of course my love."

He held her hand.

"There is one thing you forgot about your parents money- you can do whatever makes you happy, anything you want."

"I just want you."

"You have me."

"you have me, too." He wispered close to her lips and kissed her.

She smiled as she fell asleep. He really did love her so much at that moment. He had given her one last kiss after he turned the TV off. Right before he left.

The promise was never kept.

She never saw him walk out of her life. And he decided it was a good thing. Perhaps it was a good thing.

The next day his parents had sent him away to some boarding school in Colorado.. he had gotten home too late and was too tired to notice his bags had been picked. But then again he had also been taken rather roughly. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. And he had begged but once again his pleas fell on deaf ears.

His emails had bounced back. Calls were strictly monitored but he hadn't memorized her number. But He had written her letters but he got nothing back. He'd never know she never got any. But he had to know something happened. He never spoke with himself about what.

When he had found out about the settlement he was told one stipulation was he was never to have any sort of contact with her again. He was told by his parents they take away everything from her if he did. And he'd go to jail. Jail he didn't care about or about himself. But her well being? Was everything to him. And that never stopped not once.

On her birthday he had always sent flowers anonymously. She never knew who sent them. And she would never.

Bryce never did find out she wasn't actually paralyzed once the swelling went down and perhaps which his parents did keep up thier end of the bargain none of which hinged on Bryce staying away. If only he had known.

So he had changed. He wasn't the Bryce she had loved. But she would never find that out. The Bryce he was, was pretended to be the same ol but charming still he fooled everyone but himself not that he ever admitted anything to himself . The Bryce he was was the one everyone else hated but supposedly tolerated more than the one he had been with her... they apprently oppposed his in-love-do-anything-for-her-because-he-was - i e happy- and-in-love-Bryce to this one the one he hated not that hed ever admit any of that that to himself.. he only did what he did.. when he had returned home he never went looking.. once he asked if she was happy. If she was safe. He used her name. Not her or she.. but the name he had loved the name he had planned to say forever when he would come home when he'd call when he held it seemed to be erased the hopes were erased as he was told by his father that she was not to be a concern for him any longer. She was his past and he had a future to look to a future without or lest he forget the arrangement- did he want her to not have the care and money to help her withdrawn forever? No. "Then her name was not to heard this house or from his mouth again" and he better not hear anyone tell him or his family diffrent. She was simply a she Bryce needed to forget that he would forget. Every she and her was spit out full of venom and hate. He never forgot that tone on his father's voice. A tone and side only Bryce saw not his sister. Just Bryce.

So Bryce changed to study bones and dust feeling that thats what his life had become no one could judge him if they didnt know his name. If they couldn't Google him. Drugs dampened pain so did the numerous women who he imagined and he really did imagine and it worked that it was her so it allowed him some semblance of happiness and joy and carefree. Short-lived but then there was another he had imagined all the same. The women never cared. Only 1 person ever did and he couldn't ever be the cause of her pain again.

He had folled almost everyone. But he never had... but it didn't matter.

He never remembered what truely happened the day his father was shot. But his father did call him a monster for what had happened that night with the car. The car was destroyed and it was a beautiful car. A girl injured causing trouble. Nothing was said of the girl herself minus what he had no business being with her in the first place that, "she has no place with our people she isn't fierce enough. She'd be eaten alive." And so she had been.

His grandfather had believed thats why he had shot his father. His father had rampaged about it again and he just lost his cool in a moment. But it was still an act. One he swore to himself he didn't do. Thats what his Grandfather had believed- that Bryce was good at heart. If he had been he wasn't anymore not since he lost her. But not even his grandfather saw the change in him. No one did. But she would have.

No matter what act of kindness he did to right any wrongs Bryce could never fix it. Never fix him. And he knew but he tried Maybe he was truely evil.

And maybe everything the kind and caring moments and love he felt was truely imagined. Maybe it was all imagination. All he knew was they wanted- they saw a monster and now they got a monster.

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@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @sparklybarbarianninja @patzammit @hawkeyes-queen

#avengers #steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans x plus size reader #ransom drysdale #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans comfort #chris evans x female reader #bryce langley #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #flufftober2022 #flufftober #fiercepeople #fierce people

[damsimab]

#snake #fierce #growth #healing #protection #be yourself #to thine own self be true #female rage

[bluemoonperegrine]

The top screencap is part of hurricane.gov from the other day. I visited to get the latest on Hurricane Idalia, saw "meandering depression," and cracked up.

The bottom meme is my favorite so far. Fiendish, fierce females forever! 💪 Hat tip to @tyanis for the old movie title image.

#werewolf by night #werewolf by night memes #elsa bloodstone #fiendish fierce females

[duskcowboy]

A little Vassa appreciation 🔥

“…fast as a shooting star.”

“Red and gold and white—vibrant as molten metal.”

“…trailing sparks and embers across the waves…”

“A firebird. Burning as hot and furious as the heart of a forge. Vassa—the lost queen.”

Now if that isn’t one of the most badass entrances in the series idk what is.

“Fierce and untamed, despite her curse.”

I know we haven’t learned much about Vassa but I’m loving her spirit and energy 🔥

#a little Vassa appreciate #vassa #love me another unique and fierce female character 😌

[wingedjewels]

Female Anna's Hummingbird by Ruby 2417 Via Flickr: Giving a death glare to some dried seed pods, or another hummingbird, or the whole world! Aggressive little things, hummingbirds, and not just the males. UC Davis Arboretum, Davis, Ca. Nov. 2023.

#hummingbird #bird #wild #wildlife #nature #arboretum #davis #campus #green #fierce #female #flickr

[beginnerbotsaiart]

One of my first renders when I first started using Stabke Diffusion. This is a female Warrior I created for a popular ttrpg, Dungeons and Dragons.

I do not post every image I render if they are part of a collection. I also sometimes crop out parts if they get too nsfw for tumblr. For more, full collections, or full image check out my ArtStation or DeviantArt.

https://beginnerbots.artstation.com/

https://www.deviantart.com/walkingangels

#warrior #warrior princess #female warrior #dungeons and dragons #character art #character concept #concept art #digital art #ai art #ai artwork #stable diffusion #ai artist #beautiful #gorgeous #fierce #2d art #2d artwork #fighter #barbarian #blonde #art #artwork #cgi #dnd #character