#he actually wants obedient strong women

[emeraldkniight]

Older bat! Damian with super or wonder reader who's like sheltered and oblivious to the real world and they go on a mission or smith together and the whole times she's just doing whatever he says because that's what she's used to and he's just like damnn and finds that really attractive

— 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ! ☆

older!damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… drabble smut. porn with a plot. dirty talk. fingering. Damian uses Arabic nicknames.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲… I don't know how I feel about myself today, but I decided to write this for you anyway. I hope you like it. <3

It was one of the first times you, a young girl exiled from the real world and born on an island paradise inhabited only by women, had contact with what was considered 'the real world.' You were not yet accustomed to many things, especially the existence of men, or perhaps men like Damian Wayne.

On Themyscira, you were used to following orders. When the Queen or your trainer told you to "do this," you knew exactly what to do. But when you joined the Justice League and met Batman, you initially believed you were supposed to act the same way. You soon realized that maybe you should have listened when Jon told you to ignore him completely.

At that moment, Damian Wayne, now known as Batman, was the last person you wanted to be trapped with in a situation like this. The two of you were locked in a reinforced room with no way out, where neither your strength nor your wits could help you get out. So you found yourself trapped with the one man who liked to bark orders like he was the king of Gotham.

— You really don't know what to do? — He asked, annoying you again. — Before, Wonder Women were effective.

However, you tried to heed Jon's advice; thus, you responded to him without intending to participate in his game.

— Yes, and in my land, men didn't even exist. So I'm just getting used to working with the inefficiency of one.

Damian slowly approached the box you were sitting in with an annoying grin on his face.

— In fact, I am a detective. Of course I know how to get out of here.

Your confused expression made him smile even harder at your confusion. You weren't sure if it was fair to feel like a complete idiot, but that was exactly how you felt at that moment. Besides, you didn't like him at all.

— And you never thought to open the door, or are you just trying to annoy me by making me live with you?

— Actually... — He replied, moving even closer to you. — I'm testing you. Go and open the door as best you can — He finally ordered.

And as if it were a sacred word, you stood up, determined to open the door to the room at any cost. At first, you tried to break it down with blows, but your strength wasn't enough. It was probably made of some incredibly strong material, possibly of alien origin.

— Try pulling the doorknob with your lasso — he suggested, and once again, you listened.

Damian couldn't help but find the way you obeyed like a trained dog incredibly attractive. Deep down, he felt that he had you at his mercy and that no matter what he asked you to do, you would listen.

Totally exhausted from the effort, you knelt on the ground, but you didn't give up. Feeling sorry for you, he reached over to stroke your hair, trying to calm you down.

— Pretty obedient little thing. — He flattered, lifting your chin so you could look him in the eye. — You don't know how to say no, do you?

A wave of intense heat enveloped you. Perhaps it was the first time you had ever found yourself in an intimate situation with someone, as you had always believed that your body was trained solely for an impending war. Yet, when Damian was around, that was the one purpose of your training you occasionally forgot.

— If I asked you to take off your underwear, would you be so obedient, habibati?

Your cheeks reddened immediately. You knew you should avoid this kind of situation, but having been trained on the island, you understood that you had to follow the orders of a superior. Batman was more experienced than you, making him your superior, and you felt obligated to obey him.

Immediately your panties fell down under the metal skirt of your suit, exposing your pussy to the man in the room.

From what you knew about men, you noticed they often looked for specific qualities in women. However, Damian had never shown any boldness towards you. As time passed, the 'sexual tension' that Jon had mentioned began to feel more like an annoyance.

When he saw that you were listening to him, he smiled as usual. But his smile was not one of despair; it was one of desire.

He knelt down to be at the same height as you. Gently, he slid a finger down your soaked pussy while keeping his eyes on yours, watching for any reaction on your face.

You understood what he was doing and how he was touching every part of the anatomy between your legs with precision. What you didn't understand was how he was so skilled at it.

You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him gently pinch your now throbbing clit. His touch drove you crazy as you felt waves of pleasure crash against you.

— Damn, what a good girl. Sorry to tell you, Habibati... I have a weakness for obedient women.

#dc comics #dc universe #damian wayne #damian wayne smut #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne x reader #batboys #smut #batman

[jeonzvi]

pairing. soft dom!jungkook, sub!reader genre. smut (mature)

warnings. vulgar language, clit penetration, fingering, an annoying amount of usage of “baby”, he’s just amazing okay.

jun’s note: if this flops i have great understanding + ts was so prolonged side note: ignore spelling errors as usual :(

reblogs, comments, likes and follows are always appreciated!

© jeonzvi. do not copy, translate or repost my work.

You’re sitting between Jungkook’s legs, looking at yourself in the full-body mirror he’s set in front of you—specifically. The cute, light gray mini-skirt you were wearing as been thrown across the room, as well as the short top you’d appeared it with. The cold of the night ghosts over your skin, causing goose bumps to spread over your body. However, Jungkook’s there to rub your arms with his calloused, warm palms.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” he softly says, voice still owning its natural depth and rasp. “Open your legs for me,” he requests, which you oblige to within an instant. You watch yourself through the mirror, briefly looking at Jungkook from time to time, even if he told you not to.

“Pay attention to yourself. Feel n’ see how you react,” he’d said.

With that, he rubs his large hand on the inner part of your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh. The other arm wraps around your waist, letting you lean all your weight onto him. “How does this feel?” Jungkook whispers, the softness of his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

You give him a tiny smile. “Really good, actually,” you admit.

He hums, beginning to pepper open-mouthed kisses onto your neck, then onto your shoulders. Your hand flies to his forearm that’s around your waist, holding onto it for whatever type of support. “Jeon,” you mumble, looking down at his fingers fiddling with the small bow on your underwear.

“Mmm?”

“Touch me. Please?”

That’s what Jungkook loved about you. Your manners. You were so obedient and able to speak to him about what you want, how you want whatever that something is. Communication's a strong part of a relationship, and it’s fucking amazing in yours.

And he gets right to it, tenderly tugging your underwear to the side, touching you like your skin was unduly delicate. “Have you touched yourself before?” He queries while inching his fingers down your thigh, closer to your wet pussy.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, “I haven’t been successful, though, think I might’ve been doing something wrong.”

“No, you’re not doing anything wrong, baby. You jus’ don’t know what you like,” he says, brushing your hair aside with a hand.

You’re mesmerized by how gentle he is, and how safe you feel around him. Although, a part of you feels a tinge of jealousy, wondering if he’s been this sweet to other women he was with. Maybe you’re dramatic, but, you can’t help but wonder. However, Jungkook pulls you out of your thoughts.

“You with me, baby?” He asks, making your attention retreat to him. “Yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a sec.” You sheepishly apologize.

He mutters a small “it’s okay” under his breath, cupping your heat, letting your arousal coat his palm and fingers. “Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable,” Jungkook states to which you nod.

A gasp emits from you, followed by a light jut of your hips as his fingers land on your throbbing clit, rubbing soft circles against your mound. “S-shit,” you stutter, lips parted to let out a soft pants.

“How’s it feel, princess?” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, making your head dizzy. “Good, so good,” you meekly reply.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a pant of fondness as you practically melted into his touch, becoming a whole mess underneath. The pads of his middle and index finger press firmly onto your clit, continuing the rubs on it. “I need more,” you breathe out, the stars in your eyes slowly clearing, letting you see the glisten on your lower core.

He’s right to it, dragging his touch down to your hole, circling the rim. His eyes search for any signs of discomfort in yours through the mirror, but he’s only able to see the overflowing lust and need within them. Popping in a finger, Jungkook lets you throw your head back onto his shoulder.

“That’s it, baby, doin’ so good for me,” he praises, which doesn’t help your case at all.

You chant his name and feel another finger pop into your entrance. Having no control over whatever your body does, you push your hips up, gasping as the two fingers pump into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with no trouble. “G-gonna—”

Not too long after, you’re coming undone. A creamy substance spills into Jungkook’s palm, and his arm gently tightens on your waist to stabilize you. “Good girl,” Jungkook hums, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head.

He chuckles as you giggle and nod, speaking again.

“Gotta have you practice for me next time, yeah?”

#𝑗eonzvi. #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[solar-plant-princess]

Everything I see and hear about the live action remake of Avatar is just a spit in the face. It’s so disrespectful to the characters. The writing is a mess and unfocused. And they routinely attempt to sanitize and soften all the characters, deflating the value and purpose of their character arcs.

There is nothing they can do to salvage this. The actors deserve far better than to be stuck in this poorly written disaster.

This is the end state of all soulless cash grab remakes. Gut out all the worthwhile character development in order to make room for empty set pieces and gags in a desperate attempt to replace heart with a modicum of entertainment value. They aren’t interested in telling a new or even good story, they just want to cash in on brand recognition and will take out all the worthwhile stuff and add unnecessary fluff the whole way.

Don’t give them anymore money, don’t watch the show, don’t watch the future seasons. Don’t waste your time on a show that will only ever respond to you wanting genuinely good content with a spit to the face.

Also the meta level sexism of removing ALL of Katara’s personality is just disgusting (same with literally every other named woman character, the genuine misogyny from the writers is on full display the entire time), it’s literally on par with the play episode where the actress is constantly whining about “hope” while doing nothing else, that’s legitimately where they are at.

Zuko fights back against his dad, and doesn’t even mention his honor ever, so what’s even the point of his redemption arc if he had that in him from the start?

Aang doesn’t run away from his responsibilities (or the Air Temple for that matter, he just gets caught in a storm by chance) or need to learn how to accept being the Avatar, or even feel guilt about what happened to the Air Nomads so what’s the point of his arc?

Sokka doesn’t need to unlearn his false bravado or learn how to be a real leader, literally being written out of the Jet episode where he was the starring protagonist, so what’s the point of his arc?

I’m willing to put actual money on Toph’s parents actually just letting her leave and in fact will not even condescend to her about her disability. What’s the fucking point of this show if none of the characters are allowed to have any flaws or growth or personality????

(I also simply can’t ever forgive them for the broad daylight murder and butchering of Suki. Taking a strong confident leader who humbled Sokka by force into accepting that women were just as worthy and capable as men and made him not just accept but embrace her culture. To a spoiled brat that spends her entire screen time being boy crazy, and teaches Sokka literally nothing other than some fighting moves while THANKING him for “bringing the world to me”, by which she means being a boy she can oogle at. This isn’t Suki, this isn’t Katara, the writers are beyond sexist pigs for this shit.

They wanted to improve Sokka’s reputation that wasn’t even threatened and in turn reduced every single named woman to flat-caricatures of incapable, quiet, obedient, boy obsessed little girls all of which rely entirely on the men in the show to do anything.

This is beyond the pale in overt but unacknowledged misogyny which is an insult to every member of the audience especially all the women in the audience. They make it very clear they actually just agree with not-that-covert sexism and patriarchy and it’s disgusting. Never watch this show, dear god never show this to kids who might pick up on this dogshit misogyny)

#avatar the last airbender #they did everyone so dirty it’s not even funny #if the only way to enjoy them conpletely butchering characters is to turn off your fan brain it’s just not a good show

[fieldsofbats]

a family man : könig x fem!reader

summary: könig wants to know why he hasn't met your family.

tw: bad relationship with mother, mentions of difficult childhood, trust issues reader. please let me know if i have missed anything x

a/n this is completely self-indulging and for v specific audience. mummy issues unite! also my first longer fic :))

you wanted to turn and slam the door in his face, but you knew that would make the situation worse. instead you pushed it open and left it where is slammed against the wall. he followed you into your room, closing the door behind him. each step brought him closer to you and thats all that mattered to him. closer equal comfort, but you felt so far away.

"i just don't understand why its such a big deal?" he whined again. it was the same thing over and over for the pas two weeks. when can i meet your family? why haven't you introduced me? does your family know about me? of course they know about him. well some of them.

you sighed and sat on your desk chair taking off your work boots and socks. it broke your heart a tiny bit to keep answering him the same thing, not strong enough yet to explain to him why you didn't let him meet your family yet.

"it's not a big deal. just...it's difficult." you answered, rushed to think of a new excuse. this time he started to take his uniform off, keeping his hood securely on. the anxiety in you began to grow and bubble up as his questions grew more reasonable, your internal logic falling apart. and you knew the anxiety was just as high in him, he never kept his hood on once you both entered one of yours bedrooms, his or you own.

"but why?" he paused for a moment, shifting backwards onto his heels in defeat. "do you not see a future with me in it?" his voice was scarily calm through the sentence. a future without him? you couldn't even fathom it. is this what you drove him to? the anxiety died down into guilt for pushing aside königs feelings to maintain your high walls.

it just wasn't that easy. having to explain why you never wanted him to meet your family. formulating a response for him seemed to be near impossible without breaking every rule you had set of yourself. every wall that was carefully built to let him in just enough that you seemed normal. its the dropping of the corners of his eyes from his lips frowning, the new shimmer of tears on his waterline that seem to push you over. fuck.

"there will never be a path in my life without you accompanying me, könig." your hand reached up to brush his face through the hood. tears hand't broken yet as the fabric covering his face was still dry, but his shakey breaths told a different story. "just sit down and let me explain."

he obediently sat on the edge of your bed, at this height he was eye level with you.

"firstly, my family live too far away for us to actually meet them anytime soon. and for what its worth, my father and brother both know about you." his hands gripped tighter on your thighs, mostly for his own comfort. he tilted his head in question. you knew before he asked.

"i am not close to my mother. she is still alive. where? i don't know. she is not a nice woman, she is cruel and controlling. she wasn't the best person to my growing up and became worse as i tried to leave home and have any sense of individuality. so no, you will never meet my mother." you sighed out a breath of relief. finally telling him the truth. the ugly awful truth about your own family and your past.

it worried you so much because he is so close to his mother. she is incredible, the epitome of a women. kind, sweet, generous, caring. she welcomed you with open arms when you met her. she taught you to cook königs favourite childhood meal and didn't kick you out after you made so many mistakes.

his eyes wondered downwards as he nodded. his grip never faltered, but you could see the thoughts processing through his mind. you knew you had blown it. fucked it. completely messed it up. this is why the walls are there. this is why you don't commit to people. this is-

"thats alright, perle. thank you for telling me." his eyes had come back up to you during your spiral of thoughts. he wasn't amazing at using his words but his actions always meant more. his hands had risen from your thighs to your waist, gently rubbing up and down in a soothing motion, tugging your shirt up slightly to expose your skin. his hands, free of there gloves, rubbed against your skin. round in circles, up and down, back and forth.

"you know you can just tell me things. i know its difficult but i hope you know you can trust me." he smiled under the hood, "i love you very much."

with that, you stepped forwards on the bed and straddled his legs. both hands wrapped around his neck, chest to chest in a tight embrace. it was so simple but exactly what you needed to hear. his hands remained on your skin, reaching to the top of you back and then down again.

"i love you very much as well." you whispered back. he hummed back and pressed his face further into you. inhaling and exhaling with comfort. you did the same. his shampoo, his body wash, his sweat, his everything.

a moment passed before he said "i'm more scared to meet your dad honestly." you giggled a little at the comment. kissing the top of his head you stood up and stroked the fabric of his hood.

"you should be."

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #headcanon #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig x female reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig cod #konig call of duty #kortac #task force 141 #hehehe my first konig fic #kind of ooc but who cares #editing is for losers

[aleksanderscult]

What kind of "Alina" did Aleksander want?

I've seen so many different people in this fandom give their own opinion about how did the Darkling wanted Alina to be.

Did he wanted her meek, weak and obedient?

Did he wanted her strong and powerful?

So I took the liberty of creating this post to analyze this issue through his own words, thoughts and actions.

I know how popular the "Aleksander wanted her submissive by the way he put that collar around her" theory it but it doesn't really stand because:

A) we will never know how things would turn out if Baghra didn't approach Alina that particular night but it actually seems that he wanted to take her with him to the north.

“The key to the Shadow Fold is finally within our grasp, and right now, I should be in the war room, hearing their report. I should be planning our trip north. But I’m not, am I?”

He couldn't keep the truth from her forever so at some point of that journey he would definitely spill the beans to her.

B) he forcefully put the collar around her throat because she showed resistance at the worst possible moment. The Darkling had already set the wheels in motion: the King was slowly getting sick and the whole country (and most importantly, their enemies) would know it (so he had to work fast before anybody got any ideas of siege, rebellion or war) and he himself would have to show his true colors and plans. By having Alina slip away and act all dramatically with Mal was a blow to his plan and stomach since not only he had Alina as an enemy now but he fell for her so her rejection hurt him on a personal level.

(that weekend MUST have been the worst of his life)

He didn't want her to take that power unwillingly:

Or steal her powers in a violent manner:

He had little time and little patience. He worked his ass off for centuries and tolerated so much bullshit from the monarchs. He wouldn't allow her to foil his schemes. But it's also interesting how his feelings got in the way too and, therefore, acted impulsively.

But! How did he want her?

Well, the very fact that he grew up around a very strong, powerful and stubborn woman is an answer by itself. Baghra's influence definitely played its part if you look at this from a psychological point of view.

“It seems that most men are after a significant other that will essentially replace their mum.

A recent study by eHarmony has found that 64 percent of men are in a relationship with someone who shares significant personality traits with their mother. Fortunately, it’s totally normal from an evolutionary, psychological standpoint.”

Many studies have shown that plenty of men and women search a partner that resembles their mother and father respectively.

It wouldn't be surprising if Aleksander was the same given how many centuries he spent with his own mother and how much of an influence the latter was to her son in his childhood.

There is an abundant amount of proof in the books that Aleksander wanted Alina to be strong, powerful, to embrace her true self and believed that there was more to her.

He thought of her as someone like him and could see himself in her, no matter how much Alina denied it.

Baghra raised him to value power, so seeing Alina shy away from it is strange and peculiar to him. She has the chance to change everything and she seeks things that are beneath her. Aleksander can't fathom that because he doesn't believe that she's meant for something as simple and pathetic as this.

He chastises her for the choices she makes and the wishes she has. She was destined to shine and be seen and here we are watching a girl trying to hide her potential.

If Aleksander wanted her submissive he would be glad to see her state in the beginning of S&S. She's weak, right? So a perfect victim to have that can't fight him back. But, in fact, he's furious, disappointed and unsurprised with her state.

Aleksander never wanted her meek or weak. He even admired her stubborness:

(there is a sense of admiration and annoyance here)

BUT he never wanted that stubborness and ferocity to be directed against him:

He even thought of her better than the men that surrounded her and believed that they couldn't measure up to her power:

The aftermath of their battle in the chapel is extremely interesting because we see the Darkling showing a genuine admiration for her powers and how quickly she (sort of) mastered them:

It also seemed that he showed understanding for the fact that she wanted to keep her freedom. Now that was a very good reason to fight him in his eyes. Since the Darkling himself believed in freedom and fought for it.

And, of course, he offered her a throne at his side. He didn't mind sharing power as long as she wasn't an obstacle to his plans.

He strongly believed in equality between them and according to the author he envisioned a future with her:

In order to have someone to keep your power under control then that person needs to be as powerful as you.

And then we have him at his most vulnerable state confess that he didn't lie about equality after all:

He talked about equality again and again. His disgust and anger every time he saw her weak from not using her powers was prevalent as well as his admiration every time she used her powers to their fullest.

The only thing in which he found her inferior to him was her knowledge of power. Which is understandable since Aleksander had much more time to understand it, study it and use it.

In RoW, his anger and disappointment for her state continues.

So:

1) He believed that she could rule as Queen and her life in hiding is not right for her.

2) He believed that she was meant to be powerful and strong and stood by that statement many times.

3) Didn't consider her life a worthy life at all.

The only character in the Grishaverse, the one that people keep saying that she wanted her weak, was the only one that wanted the opposite for her and considered her fate disgusting, wrong and tragic.

His plan of having Alina on an equal stand beside him continued in this book as well:

Which means that he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't intend to make a slave of her.

And of course her stubborness was a trait that he found annoying and admiring at the same time. It showcased how strong-willed she really was:

So according to his own thoughts and words, I would say that Aleksander actually admired her fierceness and determination. It showed strength and he found it attractive. In fact, it probably even enhanced his conviction that she was the right partner for him.

But he didn't want that hostility to be directed against him and his plans. Which is not weird at all because what kind of person would like someone to screw up his goals.

In conclusion: Aleksander was actually the biggest fan of "powerful Alina".

#that was actually so hot of him #especially when he said “because you would be the strong one?” #he believed in “Alina Starkov supremacy” 🛐 #Aleksander wanted Alina to rail him send tweet #meta #the darkling meta #darklina meta #shadow and bone #siege and storm #ruin and rising #the darkling #aleksander morozova #pro darkling #pro aleksander morozova #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling #pro alarkling #alina starkov #grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy #rule of wolves

[lesbianoms]

(CW: Cruel pred and neglect for prey's humanity, but digestion is still painless. Old draft I finally decided to share with y'all)

Pred/observer wlw couple with petplay dynamics~~ 🥵

The observer is a generous mistress. She keeps her pred pampered and submissive, leashed and collared. And she always sees to it there’s a steady diet of men to fatten her up.

Make no mistake, the observer loves the pred and isn’t just using the live feedings for her pleasure. She absolutely adores her pet and treats her like a princess, giving her belly rubs and kisses and spoiling her rotten.

The pred is madly in love too, and living the dream. Her hazy, hungry mind only knows bliss. Maybe she’s on the smaller side— or at least, she was on the smaller side. Now after churning up so many struggling meals, the weight of her lifestyle is evident, constantly bulging off her middle <3

Maybe she’s aware of what actually happens to the prey she eats, or maybe she’s not. Either way, her partner does all the hard work for them both, all the scheming and planning to lure unsuspecting male meals towards their gurgly fate.

A typical feeding night might go like this:

The observer flirts with a guy at a bar, acting like she’s interested in him. He may respond. As they engage with each other, she usually makes her decisions based on the vibes she gets from him. The chauvinists always taste better.

She takes him home, promising him the threesome he’s always wanted. He happily obliges and has most of his clothes off by the time they reach the bedroom. The pred— who, depending on the night, was either in the middle of a nap or nursing a hungry, empty tummy— sees the observer enter and her eyes light up excitedly.

And what’s this? Her mistress has returned with a delicious looking treat~

“Here pet, I brought you supper,” the observer tells her with a sweet yet mischievous grin.

The man is confused. He’s about to ask what she means… but before he knows it he’s already been pushed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, and a drooling girl on top of him.

Compared to her prey, the pred doesn’t look threatening— not even taller than him, not strong physically— but the minute her instincts take over, it’s the end for him…

The observer watches in delight as her pred-pet devours the screaming man whole, watches as he slips down her throat and fills out her gut, rounding out her empty stomach. She’s all ready with the praises as her pred manages the final swallow. His cries for help get lost inside of her, and now he’s sealed away inside of her greedy belly… walls squeezing in, acids bubbling…

“Good girl~!” The observer cooes, pleased that her pred managed to get yet another victim to go down so easily. “Good puppy!!”

The pred tried to sit back up but she’s completely overwhelmed by the sensations of her living meal inside her. She wriggles on the carpet, whimpering in pure pleasure, weighed down by her hefty gut. Feeling every frantic movement of her prey as he struggles inside of her, desperate to escape. All that he manages to do is muster up a burp from the mouth of his pred as she pants and drools like a satisfied dog.

Her mistress’s words snap her back to attention. “Come here, sweetie, I’ll help your food settle down~”

Loyally, obediently, the pred pads over on all fours with enthusiastic steps, her belly hanging low to the ground. She rolls over onto the bed and purrs as the observer begins to stroke her huge stomach…

“He’s a feisty one,” the observer hums, admiring the futile squirming of the prey. “But don’t worry, honey, he's no match for your hungry tummy~”

The pred stares up at her owner with hearts in her eyes, as the observer traces small shapes over her belly. At this point, both women are aware of how active it is, gurgling and growling and setting to work on the man inside. His protests are muffled by the thick, churning walls. Not that either of them would listen anyways.

“You have a noisy belly, pet,” the observer murmurs, giving the overstuffed organ a firm pat. It groans in response as it twitches under her touch.

“T-thank you... mistress...!” the pred gasps between moans, blushing.

The observer lowers herself onto the pred and starts kissing the swell of her stomach.

“I love it when you get all plump like this,” she continues. “You’re so pretty when you’re stuffed with men…”

“Huff... I can feel him-” the pred whines. Before she can form a coherent thought, a meaty belch makes its way up from the burbling, slimy chamber below.

*BWOOOOOURRRRPPP!!*

She feels her dinner thrash around in response, and she squeals and squirts all over the bedsheets, mumbling incoherently as she’s overstimulated by the sudden surge of movement in her belly.

“Oh, my good girl. You really like feeling him in there, don’t you, princess?” Her mistress teases. “Yes... you love destroying those pigs with your belly…”

The pred can only make animalistic sounds of pleasure, mewling as her owner holds her close and fondles her belly.

The observer can’t keep her hands away, caressing every rounded inch, every bit of its softening surface. She’s kissing her pet’s pretty lips, fingers buried in her hair. The two of them are extremely aroused, growing wet, rubbing their bodies together…

And after they come together, they lay back in their orgasmic bliss, holding each other like they’re all that remains in the world.

“My sweet, gluttonous puppy,” the observer trills, staring into her pet’s big, beautiful eyes. “My little man-eater.”

The rest of the night is soft. The observer coos to the pred how much she loves her, what a precious thing she is… all while her food kicks and struggles weakly, his quiet pleas for mercy competing to be heard over the erotic sounds of digestion.

After her prey stops moving, the look in the pred’s eyes glazes over and she clings to the observer, nuzzling against her like a large cat. They make love to each other while what’s left of the man sloshes around in the pred’s belly, eventually slipping deeper into her guts, pumping through her intestines…

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #vore writing #female pred #male prey #unwilling prey #observer vore #pred x observer #digestion #fatal vore #painless digestion #I mean... all my digestion is painless #just thought id tag it though since this is a meaner scenario #vore scenario #vore kink #minors dni #I wrote this a while ago when I was feeling pretty vorny lmao

[khattikeri]

honestly my case for aro/ace Jiang Cheng stems heavily from his list of traits he'd want in a future wife.

like putting aside the fact that his "pickiness" got him canonically blacklisted from a majority of their world's matchmakers, we have this:

naturally beautiful

graceful and obedient

hard-working and thrifty

coming from a respected family

cultivation level not too high

These are all just Standard Things That Ancient Chinese Society Says It's Good For Women To Be.

A woman who is too strong will surpass her husband which is a huge no-no in their society. Too weak and she's a disappointment (read: Jiang Yanli). Marrying within or above your own social class is just expected common sense, especially if you're born upper class.

Then you have these next three points:

personality not too strong

not too talkative

voice not too loud

Of course these are also generic Standard Things That Ancient Chinese Society Says It's Good For Women To Be, but they also stood out to me more than the previous points because all of them remind me of Yu Ziyuan.

Jiang Cheng is very similar to her, and of course even without that he still cares about her. But she was very difficult to please and nurtured his inferiority complex for years. Growing up with her volatility hurt everyone in that house.

AND THEN TACKED ON AT THE VERY END OF THE LIST:

must treat Jin Ling nicely.

So almost all of these bullet points are generic, intangible societal ideals. Rather than being actual preferences for a marriage or to fall in love with, his list reads to me more like this:

Things Everyone Says It's Good For A Wife To Be IDFK

Actually Now That I Think About It Don't Be Like My Mom.

BE NICE TO MY NEPHEW.

Even the 'must treat Jin Ling nicely' can be tied back to Yu Ziyuan if you choose to view it a certain way. A new wife might dislike Jin Ling since he was already there prior to her marriage to Jiang Cheng, even if he's a blood relative rather than a good friend's orphaned child.

An official wife could easily get angry or misguidedly jealous. She could distance or mistreat Jin Ling, an elder male child born to people who are now dead. Who does that remind you of...?

Really all this list proves is Jiang Cheng really, really cares about his nephew + Wei Wuxian and wants the child to be raised with sincere kindness and love. Everything else is just like a dart thrown at a dartboard blind. Sure, write that down. People say it's good for women to be like X and say Y and do Z, right? Sure. Okay.

TL;DR - It's easy to view Jiang Cheng as actually being that arrogant and holding people to every single standard in his list, but IMO he just can't think of traits he actually finds attractive in a person beyond Be Ideal, I Guess. Which is painfully relatable and a primary reason why I see him as aro/ace.

#keri chats #jiang cheng #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #jin ling #jiang wanyin #yu ziyuan #i can't emphasize enough how he just took generic traits that everyone says are good for a woman to have #tacks on Don't Be Like My Mom For The Love Of God #and then is like “if you're mean to my nephew fuck you you're nothing”

[ystrike1]

Koyoi, Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo - By Yatsuhashi Hachi (8/10)

A fake yandere? It's not love at first sight. In this case it's marriage-of-convenience-at- first-sight. Can any real love develop between a man who kills for a living, and a woman who suffered as a slave? It's not love. It's just business, but soon lots of bodies start to pile up around the new young lady of the Lorenzi family.

Rita is starving, ragged, and alone. Her single gold eye has brought her nothing but suffering. Having gold eyes makes you the most expensive item at any slave market.

The buyers don't listen to crying or begging. Tragically, Rita has parents. It's been many years, but they never looked for her. Her life is one big tragedy. The life of a slave is pure nothingness. Rita is a trophy. An unloved and shiny and rare one.

It's a terrible thing to be.

She is saved by a handsome man named Albert. He proposes to her as soon as she is free. He buys her life with money and a smile. He does seem genuinely kind.

He explains why he wants her honestly. Golden eyes are a quasi-religious symbol of prosperity. The Lorenzi mafia family is actually distantly connected to the Golden Eyed natives who used to reside on Carina Island.

Albert is annoyed. He's tired of being harassed by weak women who want his cash. He is a real mafia head, who kills people. His gang is popular with the locals. He owns many mansions, so naive young and wealthy ladies flock to him. They are useless to him, and he hates going through the same song and dance. Every time a woman falls for him she follows him around. She flirts. She gets too close, and then she sees his gun in action. Then, he watches her innocent love turn into disgust. It hurts him, but he won't admit that.

There's no such thing as a handsome mafia prince.

Albert would rather have a quiet, obedient bride. One that won't fear him and demand love so hypocritically.

Conveniently, Rita cannot speak. The constant abuse she has endured over the years stole her voice.

She's perfect.

Albert dresses Rita in fine clothes. He introduces her to the people of the island. The public's reaction is mostly positive. The Golden Eye of prosperity gets a strong reaction from almost everyone. Milena, a girl who has loved Albert for years, harasses Rita. Then, Rita has to accept her pity. When Milena realizes Rita can't talk she immediately apologizes...because Albert's pitiful disabled fiance is too pathetic to fight.

Albert, of course, realizes that sentiment is a cutting insult. He threatens her like a loving and protective husband would. He does it for his own image and goals. Rita is by his side to keep other women away. She calls him out on his bullshit, but he just smiles. He abmits he will never be kind without ulterior motives.

Rita is the perfect slave bride. Her parents tried to sell her, but she ran away. Her only real mother figure, Oliga, found her in the woods. Oliga raised her with fine manners and a full education. Oliga was once a noble woman, before her family fell. She tells Rita to stay alive and fight for her place in the world. Oliga was already very old when she found Rita. She dies a few years later, and Rita is quickly captured because of her lovely eye.

While Rita is acting like a good wife she gets captured. Two men steal her. They're worthless goons, sent by a bigger fish. Albert wants that big fish. He uses Rita as bait. The entire island thinks he's in love with his spoiled and pretty bride.

When he massacres everyone involved it looks like a necessary, and passionate, act.

Rita has had a hard life. Albert seems to think he's the only person in the world with a heavy past. Rita was a literal slave. She knows evil when she sees it. She knows his massacre wasn't love, and she immediately figures out what he did. Her abduction was too convenient. He saved her too easily. He was too calm the whole time.

So, she slaps him.

She doesn't run, because she has no where else to go. She returns to the mansion after the slap, like a badass.

This is where the real story begins. Guess what? Albert falls in love after that slap. He's suddenly willing to make Rita "comfortable" with sweet words and...gasp...an occasional outing??? How generous. He originally planned to leave her in a countryside house, alone for the rest of her days. What a shift. Now he's really spoiling her.

(Heavy sarcasm)

There are some pretty big hints.

In the beginning Albert did not watch over Rita. He made his men do it, and he wasn't interested in her past. Now, he knows where she is and what she's doing all the time. Her every move, no matter how minor, is reported to him.

He also feels jealousy, a new thing for him, when he sees Rita joking around with his best friend. He even, ever so gently, warns his best friend (and servant). Emilio laughs in his face, and says that must be his love. His incomprehensible, cold love. The love he wasn't able to express before, because his other suitors were too cowardly. Rita is no coward. She has not cried or begged for her freedom even once. She wants to learn about the Lorenzi family, and she wants to clean to earn her bed and meals. Her eye isn't the only thing interesting about her.

Albert has been disappointed by love too many times. If he doesn't send Rita to a safe countryside prison, he'll have to do more killing. If he wants her by his side, instead of out of sight, that comes with a heavy blood cost. He starts to come to terms with his crush on his wife. The security around her gets tighter, and the target on her head gets bigger.

Rita isn't just a trophy anymore.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #potential yandere #Koyoi #Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient Chapter 15

roman roy x fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship with Roman has been strained more than ever. You refuse to speak or talk to him. But his trip to Turkey had taken a dark turn and he had left you in the dark about it. You finally see him again after finding out the news on the Yacht trip in Croatia.

Season 2, Episode 10

TW: Hostage situation, offensive jokes, Logan Roy

WC: 5.6K

Notes: I don't think i've ever written this much. this took up 12 pages on word doc. i'm going to be writing the best essays once my college semester starts

Chapter 15: Greg Sprinkles

After that night, you stayed away from Roman as much as you could. He couldn’t stop you either. You’d come into work, give your notes, and leave. He would try to make jokes, try to make you laugh or smile, but he was met with just silence. Not even a glance. It got to a point; he didn’t bother to try. He knew there was no point in return. He messed up. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you. He just wasn’t able to realize his feelings quick enough. The only love he knew was hurtful. Not loving. Or caring. He loved Shiv. He loved Kendall. He loved Logan. And his mother. But they all had never shown him proper enough love. He knew that was love. So, this, whatever you both had, was just a like. Not love. Just like.

You had been out with Jess more and more. She questioned why you were with her rather than Roman. You simply told her it was because you realized you didn’t love Roman. You hadn’t thought your feelings were as deep as you thought they were. You had cut things off with Roman. Most of it was a lie though. You just regret almost ruining your relationship with Jess over someone like Roman. All of his bad traits intensified in your eyes. His words were more vile. His views were more disgusting and appalling. He was the worst human to ever walk the earth. But you got paid.

You couldn’t quit though. Not that you couldn’t live without it. You had been financially well off ever since the job, but some part of you needed to see Roman. Not on a TV screen. But you were not ready. You’d get the courage one day.

He had been sent off to Turkey, you had made the schedules he was given by Logan. Logan became his new cheerleader. Instead of you encouraging him, Logan did. But Logan only did it to keep more shareholders and to get rid of the scandal as best he could. He told Roman exactly what you had before. He wasn’t good with public stuff or formal stuff, but personal, chill unofficial meetings were his strong suit. He was likable. He was funny. He made people, rich men, comfortable.

So, he had only texted you about the meetings he wanted to set and to make sure they didn’t overlap with each other.

You had stayed home the day that the company was going to testify to Congress.  It was a huge deal. But you couldn’t be surrounded by that. Roman wasn’t here for it. You saw no point. Just another reason to listen to men and women put down sexual assault victims. To put down those women. For it being ‘so long ago’. If only you had known what you did years ago, maybe you would’ve also come out sooner. But you were just as scared as these women.

Roman had texted you a few times, but each time you ignored him.

But the texts stopped for hours. Not that he would be asleep, but he just was gone. He might’ve just given up. He stopped trying to get your attention. In reality, his phone and security guard had been taken from him. And was now being held hostage in a hotel. He sat there panicking. But the only thing he thought of was you. He messed up. He made you feel unloved, uncared for, and unappreciated. And you’d never know how much he actually loved you. He had just realized how much he loved you. And all he could think about was how he could possibly get shot or die and you’d never know. He tried to seem calm, but inside he couldn’t hold it together. If you were here, you’d find a way to calm him down. If you were here, you’d know what to say. If you were here, you’d do everything right. But you weren’t. And it was his fault. It was awful to wish that you’d be in a dangerous, life-threatening situation with him, but he wished exactly that in this moment. 

But Roman was luckily okay. He was sent home. He tried calling you, but you put him on voicemail each time. It had been 2 days. Logan sent him to a shrink and just hoped everything could be okay.

Jess had begged you to join the company on this boat ride. She didn’t want to go alone. You reluctantly joined. Despite your intense fear of the ocean. You all had flown out, you separately on your own flight, flying first class on a commercial flight to the Mediterranean. You had landed in Croatia, meeting with Jess in the hotel. You planned your outfits together the night before your flight. “So, how’s it gonna be seeing Roman for the first time after y’know?” She asked. She was worried for you. She knew even though you said you didn’t love him, you definitely had care for him. “Jess- I still saw him after we broke up.” You laughed, pulling your sunglasses on.

“I know that… but y’know… come on…” She kept asking you. She thought you were heartless for ignoring what Roman had just gone through and completely acting as if you didn’t care. You raised your eyebrows at her, wondering what she was even talking about. Your smile began to disappear once you realized she was insinuating something else. She then realized you didn’t know. Your heart raced wondering what Roman did. Did he already start seeing someone else? Did he publicly do something?

“Uh- I don’t know how to say this without it sounding awful…” Jess dragged it out. I mean how do you tell someone their ex was a hostage for 24 hours before being let go finally. And had been isolated for days to recover from it. “There were terrorists in Turkey. Roman was involved.” She had been vague. You went into complete panic. “Woah-woah. What? What the fuck do you mean?” You asked frantically.

“I don’t fucking know! All I heard was some terrorists took Laird, Karl, and Roman hostage after their deal with Eduard and they finally let them go. I don’t know that much.” Jess tried to scramble to give you as many details as she knew. But you were still in the dark. You both were. You tried to get your heart to go back to a normal pace and your breathing corrected. “Jesus fucking Christ… What the actual fuck?” You were in disbelief. You were even more annoyed that Roman didn’t even bother texting you about it. Just ‘hey im back’. That was it? Was he fucking insane?

Jess wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your arm calmly. “He’s all right. It’s fine. He came back like 2 days ago.” Jess tried to make you realize. She looked at her phone, seeing that had to leave. She guided you out, you took a bottle of water before leaving the room with her. You got into the black car, sitting with Kendall and Naomi. “Oh, hi y/n.” Naomi greeted you, giving you a quick hug. You smiled, hugging her back. “So great to see you again. Wow.” She was happy to see you again. She hadn’t expected to see you. But the last time you had seen her, you were sniffing coke off of some club table. Which was a great time for her. “We’re still waiting for Greg.” Kendall warned.

But as soon as Kendall said it, Greg came up into existence. He nearly hit his head, behind down low enough to fit into the car. He had sat in the back with you and Jess, shoving you into the middle now. “Oh-Uh- hi… I haven’t seen you in a bit. You hear about Roman? Is he- do you know- Is he okay?” Greg asked you at a fast pace. “I- uhm- I just found out 5 minutes ago Greg. But thank you for letting me know you knew more about my own boss than I do.” You felt slightly annoyed. Why didn’t anyone tell you? Why were you the only one out of the know? Kendall looked at you concerned, knowing you and Roman had something going on. But noticed you both were very distant. Naomi kept a notice too. “Woah Roman didn’t tell you?” She asked shocked. Your lips tightened into a line. You just nodded. “Woah- that’s fucked…” She mumbled. “Ken if you become a hostage- you better fucking tell me immediately.” She hinted to everyone in the car about your relationship. But everyone except Greg knew. “Roman’s fine.” Kendall shoved off what had happened. The car stopped in front of the boat. You looked at Jess, fearful of having to get on it. She shoved you out of the car though, essentially telling you to get over it. You walked out, putting your sunglasses on. You had walked up the ramp, holding onto Jess’s arm tightly. “Fucking- why the fuck did you have me agree to this?” You said annoyed as you tried to watch your step. Jess couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you were being.

“What’s wrong?” She asked you, passing by you as you were struggling to get onto the boat. “She hates the ocean.” Jess confessed. You finally stepped foot onto the deck, feeling a lot more secure than earlier. You all took your shoes off, putting them to the side before finally walking through the yacht. You ordered yourself a drink, hoping it’d get you through being stuck on a boat with Roman. You spotted Willa, seeming upset and annoyed. “Hey gorg.�� You exclaimed to get her attention. She looked up at you, trying to smile at you. She put a hand up and then immediately down. “Hi…” She mumbled. “What’s wrong? What happened?” You asked her. You sat down with her and Connor but Connor behind Willa’s back begged you silently not to ask. She got up, upset, and ran off to go get drunk just like you did. “Reviews for the play came in…” Connor said before running after Willa. Jess just laid back, shrugging at you as you tried to keep a positive energy while Willa could see you. But once she was mostly out of view, you gave Jess a face. You both had gone to the play. Despite Willa being an amazing and funny person, she wasn’t that talented. Her actor too. It was a very fake deep kind of play where the themes and messages were way too obvious or so obscure that it barely made any sense to the story. You weren’t even sure what the story was.

“Maybe if the blue bird sang on the window, it’ll make the reviews weep honey…” Jess quoted the play to you. You slapped her arm playfully, holding back a laugh.

“You’re awful.” You giggled, downing your mojito.

“No. That play was.” Jess answered. She knew you were gonna need another one. She put her hand up to get one of the server's attention and asked for another mojito. “Be honest with me… Did you ever think we’d end up like this?” She wondered. “On a boat? Fuck no. Fucking rich men and basically becoming rich ourselves. Yes.” You joked. Jess looked at you, jokingly annoyed with your answer, putting her middle finger up at you.

“No- I mean- a good job, traveling around the world, being able to actually afford shit we want.” Jess named off. You started to actually think about it. “I thought you’d end up like that.” You answered honestly. You never thought of yourself as being set up for greatness or success. Just some poor girl with parents who didn’t care about her who was gonna keep the cycle going of being some kind of free-loading assholes. You saw all your bad traits as your parents. You could mostly name all your bad traits, you had to really think about the good traits you had.

Jess rubbed your back, her smile gone. But returned once your drink came to the table. She replaced your straw and handed you the drink. “Well, I always saw us being here one day. Drink up. Cheers to us.” She put her glass up before clinking it with yours.

Your lips grew into a large grin, unable to hide the fact that no matter what Jess had always been there to help. Despite the fight you both had recently, she was still here. She was here at your side to be your support. You couldn’t be happier. Until the boat stopped. You began to panic. “Oh god, we’re fucking sinking.” You overreacted. You looked out at the ocean to see a smaller boat parked next to the yacht. You watched 3 men get out from under the deck of the boat and get on. One of those ‘men’ was Roman. Shiv congratulated them and everyone tried to greet Roman and joke about the incident. Roman was not in a mood at all. He just ignored them, keeping his head down and his hands at his side. He just whispered ‘yup’ ‘mhm’ and ‘sure’ after each unnecessary comment. He specifically didn’t like the attention he was getting. Tom made a joke before Roman finally snapped at them. “Uh- you know what? Uh- it was actually fucking scary and we thought that they might kiss us but yeah…” He then mocked Tom’s joke and made a silly voice mimicking what he said.

Everyone grew silent and stared at him, concerned. Kendall began to apologize, but Roman just shoved off all the insensitive jokes. He only replied with what you could hope was a joke about what had happened. Everyone tried to apologize, but Roman continued to move the attention off of him. Roman looked off, trying to take his mind off of what had happened. He didn’t come to think that you might be here.

Jess got up, thinking it’d be appropriate to comfort him or ask if he was okay. At least because of you. She walked over, glass in hand. “Hey…” She dragged out her word. “You doing alright champ?” She thought it would at least make him smile or laugh. But nothing. He shrugged and nodded. You followed Jess, not wanting to be alone on the boat in fear of falling. You stood by her side, avoiding looking at Roman. Roman saw you at the corner of his eye and sat up straight. “Uhh- what happened? I thought you weren’t a boat person…” He asked you. You shrugged, sipping on your straw. “I should be asking you that. Considering I had to hear from your brother's assistant that my boss was held hostage. Yea- I found out just less than an hour ago. Thanks for that.” You made a snarky remark. You knew he needed emotional support, but it wasn’t fair to you. You should’ve been the first to know. You told him you loved him. You were the one he was waking up to most nights. You were the only one he shared private stuff with. And now you were this much of a stranger to him? “I mean- I tried…” He shrugged. “Texting me hey doesn’t mean ‘hey I’ve been held hostage’, but hey. I’m not your therapist.” You put your hands up in a way to mock how he had been held hostage and for him being so rude to you that night. You just walked away, not wanting to listen to the next thing he had to say for himself. “I’m sorry Rome…” Jess apologized to you. She didn’t know you and him had been fighting. She assumed it was mutual or that you dumped him.  She chased you, holding your wrist to stop you. “Hey-what the fuck?” She asked you. “What? He’s a shit person. I mean- wouldn’t you be pissed too?” You tried to get her input. She looked at you as if you were crazy. How could you be so mean to him after he had just had such a traumatizing experience? She expected this from his siblings. But not you.

“So you’d be mad at me if I did the same?” Jess asked you. You nodded, knowing you were lying. Jess knew though. “Alright- I don’t believe you. But whatever. Your life.” She sighed.

You spent most of your time, sipping on cocktails, and talking to Jess. You had your sunglasses on, staring off as you all joked with one another. Roman and his siblings, excluding Connor, and Tom were nearby. They were finally having a conversation now that Roman had been out of it completely. You both wore your sunglasses to look at one another without the other knowing. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Even if you weren’t nearby.

“I think Tom and Shiv are gonna try to fuck that girl. Shiv has been staring at her most of the day.” Jess commented as she pointed her out to you. You peeled your eyes off of Roman and looked at the girl. “Hmm. Bit young for a mid-30s couple isn’t she?” You asked. “Weren’t you fucking Roman?” Jess fired back at you. You shook your head, kissing your middle finger her way. “I never fucked him. So ha.” You admitted.

“Oh yeah- forgot. He’s fucking inept.” Jess revealed. You weren’t taking the comment seriously. He probably was just nervous. Willa finally decided to join you two. She sat down with an entire bottle of bubbly wine. “What are we on about?” She asked to join the conversation. “Just Tom and Shiv being in an open marriage.” You quickly said before the possibility of the topic being on Roman.

“I’m fucking jealous.” Willa laughed to herself. She wished Connor would open up their marriage. A part of her loved him, just not enough to want herself to devote her entirety to him.

You watched as a helicopter was incoming. Fucking Logan. You all had to line up to watch Logan’s incoming appearance. It was all just another ego thing for Logan. Roman stood next to you. You shifted away, but there wasn’t much room to move. “Just- can you fucking- I don’t know- just talk to me later? I have something to say…” He whispered. You looked at the helicopter and didn’t say anything. “Y/n…” He pleaded. You just nodded before Logan stepped out of his helicopter. He called Roman, Karl and Laird to speak to him, forcing Roman to leave you behind. You were finally thankful for Logan.

“You should hear him out…” Jess said to you as you all finally walked away. “I don’t know.” You answered simply. “What the fuck happened? You’re lying again.” Jess accused you. You sighed, not sure if you were ready to even talk about any of it yet. “I’m not ready.” You answered simply before walking off. Jess didn’t know what to do to help the situation. She had seen how devasted you’ve been since the breakup or whatever you would call it. You had been going out more with Jess and still smiling and laughing the same, but once Roman had been near, you always went quiet. You wanted to hide. As if you were embarrassed. Cause you were. He had proven your parents right in your head. You were unlovable. He didn’t love you back. But you loved him. But you wish you kept it to yourself.

You had sat at the bar, putting on a front in front of Willa. You ordered a drink, deciding to talk to her instead of focusing on your issues. Logan made a speech, but you ignored it. You didn’t give a fuck enough. Roman had finally built the courage to finally get you to speak to him. “Hey- uh y/n, I need to talk to you about this fucking bullshit you set up. Can we just-?” He said loud enough for everyone around you both to hear. You, being his assistant, couldn’t say no. You downed another drink before following him.

He shut the door behind the two of you. “Wow- great plan. You think of it all day?” You asked him.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” He blurted out quickly. “I- I really- I didn’t know how I fucking felt that day. But being in Turkey and those men putting guns in my fucking face made me realize that- I don’t know- I thought I’d die and you would hate me forever” He tried to say whatever came to mind.

“So nearly getting shot is gonna make you realize how you feel about me? Me standing in front of you isn’t enough?” You asked sarcastically.

“No- I just- fuck you- you talk so fucking much… I realized that I wish I said what I wanted or else you’d think this awful thing about me… and I really really- I mean fuck- you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever- just- I didn’t stop thinking about you and I wish you knew how I felt and just I wish you were there so you could-“ He rambled. “Roman, where the fuck is this going? I don’t see the point in you telling me you wish I was a hostage too.” You crossed your arms, looking at him completely lost.

“I love you. I just- I really love you. Okay? There. Are we good now?” he prayed you would accept. You stared at him blankly before nodding. “Okay, cool…” You said before leaving him alone in the room. He just stood and watched you. He had no idea what was left to do. He felt completely helpless.

You were so annoyed. The fact he could act as if he didn’t leave you there that night to only leave you in the dark for the past couple of days about his hostage situation, despite being back for 2 days.

You sat in your room for most of the day before coming out at night for a smoke. You sat far away from the edge, lighting a cigarette. You inhaled it before tapping the ash into an ash trash that was thankfully there. You noticed Jess had been trying to find out. She sighed, coming over. She sat down, grabbing your cigarette. “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened. You don’t smoke all mysteriously for nothing. Now. I gave you your space. You can’t bitch about it anymore. So, what the fuck happened?”

You knew no one else would be around to hear or see you. Your emotions finally got the best of you. You lowered your head as your face scrunched up a bit before letting yourself finally cry. Jess put the cigarette down on the ashtray before pulling you into a quick hug to shield you from any possible embarrassment. “Hey-hey. Is it cause I took your cigarette?” She asked you, hoping it’d make you laugh. “I told him I loved him…. And he said cool…” you cried. Jess rubbed your back, hurt for you. She wanted to kick Roman’s ass. But she knew it wouldn’t do much for either one of you. “And just-just the fact he- well y’know… and now he tried to tell me he wished I was held hostage too. And that having a gun in his face made him think about his feelings and- it’s just such a fucking cop-out.” You cried in between your words. Jess pulled away from you, wiping your tears away from your face. “Hey- I know you’re upset… but just breathe. You’re really angry and upset. Okay?” She tried to reason. You nodded, listening to her. She wanted to give you her opinion but didn’t want to overstep. At least not for tonight. “Here. Smoke your cigarette.” She tried to see you crack a smile, taking your cigarette and putting it back in between your lips. “There’s plenty of spoiled pretentious offensive rich 35-year-olds.” She insulted Roman. It did make you smile. “Look- just finish your cigarette and let’s go to bed. I know you won't be able to sleep alone on a boat.” She knew you well enough. “Just like old times.” She giggled. You nodded, finishing off your cigarette before putting it out. You went into her room, getting dressed in pajamas that were packed. You had just some small shorts from some generic retail store and a baggy shirt. You crawled into bed with Jess before she had looked up a movie for you both to watch before knocking out for the night. Jess’s company was enough to make you relax enough to fall asleep.

The next morning, you were woken up by Jess, forcing you to leave bed. You both were late to the breakfast that was happening. You got up, brushed your teeth, and put on a semi-reasonable outfit. Just a hat, sunglasses, and a sundress.  You didn’t wanna show off how tired you actually were. You both tried to sneak past Logan. They were discussing who would be thrown under the bus. You scanned the buffet, seeing Roman with two plates with him. He flagged you over and pointed at the extra plate. He had made a plate for you, picking out everything he knew you could actually eat. He even looked everything up on his phone and asked staff, asking them possibly two or three times to make sure. You grabbed the plate from him before sitting down. Unfortunately, every seat was taken except the one to his right and another next to Willa. But Jess had taken that seat before you. She thought it was important you sat next to Roman.

You had not been paying enough attention, but everyone was shocked and trying to talk Logan down. Roman remained silent too. But now it was up to everyone to throw each other into the Lion Den. You watched the slaughter. Roman, of course, was quick to call out Frank. You picked at the food, watching them. Roman defended Gerri before everyone and even making some ‘feminist’ point, something he might’ve picked up from you before pinning Cruises on Tom. You choked on your water, holding your mouth. “Oh is that fucking funny? Huh? Oh look, Roman’s little pet is laughing and saying what he does.” Tom said offended.

“Woah Woah. Fucking watch it. I have my own goddamn mind. You’re the one following Shiv around like a baby duck with a broken fucking wing.” You struck back. “Oh look. Two people already agree. Yup. Vote Tom out.” Roman came to your defense.

“Do you really think so y/n?” Logan asked you. You shrugged, looking at Tom annoyed. “Well- after that shit awful fuck up- I don’t know. Possibly.” You mentioned. “Oh fuck off. You know they threw me in like a dead fucking cat.” Tom desperately tried to defend himself. “What’s with the animal references?” Roman laughed. “But you know, head of cruises.” Roman made a point before Tom began to stutter and try to find another defense. But he couldn’t find one. “I have been a loyal servant” Tom defended before another Roy sibling, Kendall jumped in and defended Roman’s side.

Shiv stayed quiet as she was highly considering whether to support her husband or go with what she thought was best for the business. Everyone even began to jump onto Tom, even Shiv. You would watch the heartbreak all over Tom’s face. You almost felt sorry, especially after he called you a pet. This was a shit storm. But somehow this switched to Shiv. Before Roman chose both.

You smacked Roman’s thigh, telling him to knock it off, but Roman just then decided to add Greg into the mix as well. “Yeah- no- wait. Why me? I just work with Tom. What if we added fucking y/n or Jess? Or Kerry? How the fuck would that make sense? I mean- right?” He tried to get some support.

“Why the fuck are these 3 even here?” Karl asked.

“Cause we’re fucking the captain. Fuck off Karl.” You made a snarky remark. He was annoyed enough. You weren’t helping. But Logan loved watching you join in. He knew you were quick and witty. You could be useful.

“Oh, can I watch?” Roman asked. Greg then asked for Roman to be put up. Making the point he was an awful person. But Connor saw this as a moment to find a way to get a bribe out of his father. “Connor, I’ve been working here for 3 months. And you have not once been in the office. Come on man. You gotta get ready for that campaign. It’s not gonna look good for a president to be tied to a sexual assault case. Wait never mind. Makes sense. Go for it.” You let it go. You listened to Roman giggle in your ear. Willa looked at you just as confused as Connor kept trying to plead. But Logan set this meeting to an end. He left the table to think about it and take everyone's opinion into consideration.

Most of the family had left. But Roman remained on the boat. In hope you’ll talk to him. Jess even had left, hoping you’d give Roman a chance to talk to you.

You just wanted off the boat, but in order to do so, you would have to go on a small boat and sail off. So you just stayed on. Roman eyed you down before making one last attempt. “Hey uhm- did I get most of your plate right?” He asked you. You looked up at him, confused to what he was referring to. “Breakfast… I made sure you could even eat it…” He reminded. “Oh- uh- uh- yeah- it was all vegan. Thanks…” You mumbled, trying to look distracted, but it wasn’t working. There was nothing distracting you. “Yeah- that’s good. Uh- so Frank… What a fucking shit bag huh?” He tried to extend an arm out to you. You looked at him, desperate to have him leave you alone. “What do you want Roman?” You asked him. “I don’t know- just- for this shit to be fucking- I don’t know- normal… Like- I don’t know- maybe oh my god I’m so glad you’re not fucking dead or oh my god how does your ass feel after being pounded by 4 big men?” He tried to joke. You shook your head, putting your hat on your face to hide your disappointment. “How does your ass feel Roman? Do you need a pillow for your ass?” You asked him, your voice muffled through the hat. He shook his head no, but you couldn’t see.

“Yeah- uh- no- I’m fine” he said after realizing you couldn’t see him. “Can we just- just fucking talk or something? Please?” He continued.

“What is there to talk about Rome? You didn’t love me then. And now I don’t love you now. We’re even.” You just tried to hurt his feelings. You still loved him, but that love was extremely buried down deep inside.

“You love me. Shut up. I see that little twinkle in your eye every time you look at me.” He tried to push it out of you. You pulled the hat off your face, looking up at him. “See. It’s right there.” He was desperate to get a confession out of you.

“Roman- that was before- before you yelled at me for trying to comfort you. Before you ignored me. Before you passed off my admission to you. Before you left me in the dark about the most important things that could’ve possibly happened to you. As if what I said to you didn’t matter. As if I fucking lied about loving you.” You ranted.

But all Roman could respond with was “so you do still love me.”

He caught you there. Why would you care so deeply about not knowing first unless you loved him? You stared, unsure of how to make him stop with the pestering. “Yeah- you got me.” You mumbled, getting up, ready to walk away. “Stop fucking running off. This isn’t those stupid movies you’ve shown me where the person runs away and the other chases. Cause I did that. That night. But you’re oddly fast in heels.” He tried to defend himself. You refused to look his way. He just wishes you’d let your ego go. “I love you. Alright? I do. I wouldn’t try this fucking hard if I didn’t.” He was right. You wiggled your hand away from his. “Roman- but this is the issue. You don’t learn. I can’t just forgive. You can’t get that. You don’t get to fuck up and then be automatically forgiven.” You tried to lecture him about it. “You don’t think I know that? I do. I’m the only one out of my siblings who was taught that. So, don’t give me that oh you’re a billionaire bullshit. I know how to be a person. I’m not some fucking freak who just- fuck-…” he got frustrated trying to explain his view.

You judged him. You knew he was some rich kid who was spoiled beyond belief, but Roman knew more than anyone the word no and didn’t know forgiveness easily. He had to work for people's forgiveness his whole childhood, even when he didn’t have anything to be sorry for. He had to constantly beg for forgiveness for just being there at the wrong place, wrong time.

“I just need the time Roman. I don’t know if this could be whatever it was.” You admit. You knew you’d regret it sooner or later. But for now, your mind was made up. Roman just walked off, saving himself from further embarrassment.

Notes: now it's y/n time to be an awful person hehehe

Chapter 16

#succession #succession hbo #roman roy #hbo succession #kendall roy #roman roy fanfic #shiv roy #roman roy x reader #succession fanfic #roman roy x you #logan roy #connor roy #greg hirsch #tom wambsgans #siobhan roy

[denial-permanente]

I'm a man who really enjoys your blog. You two both seem like smart, interesting people who are clearly in love and have a great, unorthodox sex life.

I am somewhat confused that you both are so insistent that there's no humiliation or domination intended. Seems to me it's inherently humiliating and emasculating for a man to have his cock locked in a metal device for years, allowed to "fuck" his wife only with a plastic strap-on dick. I understand Tom gets off on this but clearly part of the appeal for him is the denial. You have said (paraphrasing) that Tom is in this situation because he deserves it somehow and you clearly enjoy deciding when he gets to cum (very rarely).

Personally I don't want to be locked up, for me it would be too frustrating and humiliating with no upside. I guess that's why I'm asking this. Thanks again for the interesting blog.

What was the actual question? 😅

Hey, Tom here. First of all, you may be confusing the picture captions with the Ask posts where we discuss more about our actual life. The captions are little fantasies that come out of my head, often a bit embellished for the audience. Sexily attired dominant women uttering slightly humiliating or degrading phrases are popular. Our real life would probably be a bit of a snooze for most of the readers.

My wife does not identify as a domme. She does like to be in charge in the bedroom, but not in a Mistress Cruella way. And while many of the captions are inspired by things she has said, she has never insinuated that I was not capable of satisfying her in the pre-locked days. And I also think that you have misunderstood the idea that she thinks I "deserve" to be locked and denied. That's a common theme in the captions, but not in our real life.

She does, however, really enjoy the control over when / if / how I am allowed an orgasm. Make of that what you will.

Neither of us see any inherent contradiction in our relationship as it applies to my masculinity. I do not feel less manly from being locked. Instead, I regard what I do as a kind of self-sacrifice, not unlike a knight pledging fealty to his queen. Similarly, wearing the harness is *empowering* for me, because it allows me to give her the kind of pleasure she wants (or deserves), despite my being locked.

In her mind, I am still strong, capable, and always aroused for her. She regards my being locked as similar to a woman who has a wild beast on a leash. She knows that when we have sex, I am aroused and full of desire, yet she is able to control the action so that I make love to her slowly and gently, or hard and animalistic. And my wife doesn't really see the Vixskin as a replacement or substitute. Instead, she seems to view it as an enhancement to my existing package (if that makes any sense).

Part of the "appeal" of denial for me is the idea that I have ceded all control over to my wife. She made the decision, and like a loyal and obedient knight, I abide by it - as difficult as it may be at times. Yes, I occasionally play with other fantasies in my head while we do this, but it's just as a change of pace. I never have fantasies of being feminized or of her taking other lovers. To me, those are emasculating (in that I see them as being humiliating and degrading).

Finally, yes - being locked is frustrating. That's kind of the point. My wife enjoys me taking on challenges for her. Dragons being extinct in our area, she finds excitement in challenging me in other ways - one of them being locked. Another is when she can see me struggling to hold back my own orgasm so she can have all my attention. Even knowing that she is getting me all worked up is exciting to her. Again, neither of us see this as emasculating, but rather as enhancement. 🔒

#chastity question #Denial is not emasculation #Being locked can enhance ones masculine energy

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

western women get a lot of flak for being too independent or "masculine" but it always makes me think of spartan women. i think about that quote: "why are spartan women the only women who rule their men" and queen gorgo says it's because "spartan women are the only women who give birth to real men." i think plutarch also mentions that spartan men were always obedient to their wives.

or as socrates put it (quoted by xenophon): "It is the example of the rider who wishes to become an expert horseman: 'None of your soft-mouthed, docile animals for me,' he says; 'the horse for me to own must show some spirit' in the belief, no doubt, if he can manage such an animal, it will be easy enough to deal with every other horse besides. And that is just my case. I wish to deal with human beings, to associate with man in general; hence my choice of wife. I know full well, if I can tolerate her spirit, I can with ease attach myself to every human being else."

and i think there's a lot of truth to this. i think cultures with spirited, independent women are made stronger by it, for a number of reasons. and i think it actually plays a major role in western civilization's success. a strong-willed man and a strong-willed woman working together in union is an incredibly strong foundation for a family and a civilization.

and i don't want to give the impression that the west was ever some kind of gender-egalitarian utopia. but i do think a significant degree of respect for women is a common feature in western civilization (and i'd say broader indo-european culture too). at least compared to other civilizations. and especially in the prechristian and, now, the postchristian eras (though i'd say it even bleeds through in the christian era in some ways too). i mean there's a reason why feminism first blossomed in the west and not elsewhere.

but yeah, this desire for some docile, obedient slave-wife seems to be very contrary to the spirit of western civilization. i mean, it seemed like the default view of women in prechristian europe, for better or worse, was that women were these wild, powerful, passionate, promiscuous creatures who needed to be tamed. and yes, women were expected to be loyal and amenable/agreeable to their husbands but this is hardly unreasonable and is a far cry from the obedient slave-wife some people propose as an ideal (namely traditional christians and muslims and the like).

"women should be banned from doing manual labor" -- traditionally, women did all sorts of manual labor. medieval peasant women would be working in the fields just like the men. and even if they weren't working a field there would be plenty of other physically taxing jobs they'd be doing. not saying that women should be encouraged to do extremely dangerous or physically taxing jobs, but if they're able to more power to them. and i kinda detest this desire to portray women as frail and incapable. they are the weaker sex but they're not weak. let's not infantilize them.

also, western women generally marry out of love and commitment and view themselves (rightfully) as partners in union with their husbands. whereas these types of women (the woman who made this post) believe women's sole purpose is to be obedient little decorations who do nothing but sit around and look pretty (and maybe have babies if she's very traditional -- but often you won't even get that!) while the man just gives her money. it's transactional and superficial. there's no real love or partnership. it's not a good foundation for a family or a civilization.

anyway, belated happy women's day.

#i actually have so much more to say about this but i'd be here all day #i was also gonna talk about women in latino cultures too #and how simpish the men can be #and yet latino men are viewed as very masculine #and objectively they have some of the highest rates of testosterone #but yeah if you are latino and live around latinos then you know that their women have a reputation for being very not-submissive lmao #and yes i generally consider latin america part of western civilization #at least at the periphery of it

[ifthiswingscouldfly]

What type of girls do ikevamp boys fell for?

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Okay so this post will be just my pov for each one of the boys

- Comte's mansion -

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Napoleon Bonaparte

- He wouldn't admit that but he is into funny girls. Like each time you throw a joke and how you try to make everyone laugh make him wonder how girls in 21st century changed a lot especially that women in his time wasn't allowed to laugh out loud or giggle because it was disrespectful.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

- He is into honest girls. That type of girls who are mature enough and she don't know how to hide secrets from him. He find them really attractive. Every time you open your mouth to say your opinion without being afraid of people judging you can make him fell over heels for you.

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Leonardo Da Vinci

- I can tell that he is really into womanly girls. Physically, emotionally and mentally. He is not into over cutie girls or girls who are faking there personalities to get a like from other people. A girl who have a curvy body, warm color pallette, and kind enough to make him forget what he has been through.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

- This is kinda hilarious but he is into reserved girls and mysterious girls. Both of them seems to hide a lot of secrets.They both can stimulate him for the game of hide and seek. if the girl is a hard worker this would be a plus A for him.

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Vincent Van Gogh

- Artsy girls with a childish features. He isn't into bruh girls or over cute girls he just want a girl who can give him many interesting ideas for his portraits. I can see that he can appreciate any type of girls.

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Theodorus Van Gogh

- Obedient girls with dependent personality. He is a very traditional man when it comes to being committed to a woman. So, he is really into those girls who need a man that will control and plan all their life till the very end.

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Dazai Osamu

- Supportive girls. The one's who don't really pressure him to talk about his past and tragic life. A girl who can understand him and listen to him and support him. He is really sad and depressed most of the time but he hide this well. Also he admires honesty as well.

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Isaac Newton

- Motherly girls are the best. They're supportive, kind, patient and loyal. He spent all his life searching for a warm body to cuddle with. And how happy he would be when he find that type of girl.

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Jean D'arc

- He is into bubbly girls. And he actually wondered how he like them. A girl with a bright personality can be a huge turn on for Jean. He lived in the shades most of his life and he need a person who can show him the right path by changing his view to the world.

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William Shakespeare

- Talented girls are his thing. When he discover your ability to sing, dance, draw, swim, create he would be turned on by that. Also he can be fascinated by girls who can do the multitasking thing. He is really into this stuff. Can't help himself when you're around.

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Le Comte De saint Germain

- Okay, there's a ton of blogs that wrote about comte liking strong girls but I think he is really into femme fatale women. The way they're independent, bossy, strong and serious are actually a major turn on for him. Just act bossy and he will be on his knees waiting for your orders.

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Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

- Classy girls are his type. They're confident, supportive and serious. He is into girls who think and act their age with morality and wisdom. He can't stand annoying girls or dependent girls or girls with childish behaviors because he is looking for a partner not to babysitting them.

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- Vlad's mansion -

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Vlad

- Feminine girl can help him to see the world in a different view. A girl that enjoys little things in life with a huge smile on her face. This type of girls can make him want to protect her and watch over her always.

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Charles-Henri Sanson

- He is into serious girls. He wonder himself why he love them. They just keep him on the ground and motivate him when he feel low. Charles character and a serious girl can make a balanced combination in this relationship.

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Johann Georg Faust

- He love to feel smart and confident anywhere and any time. So, he like clumsy girls. They're warm and can give him a free affection whenever he wish. Also he really like the empty stupid look on their faces whenever he say something so scientific.

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[cas-50-28-2]

There Are 4 Genders

Note: like any good essay on gender, this post contains discussion of rape, transphobia, and racism.

What Is Gender

Gender is axis of power and oppression, like class. Unlike class, which is one's relation to production and labour, what gender fundamentally is is much less clear. Is it another form of division of labour? A feeling? An essential and fixed aspect of one's soul that is determined by God? I think gender is fundamentally about one's position within/relative to the household. This is what makes it different from class: you can easily talk about the class of a household [1] (e.g. rich family, low-income household) but talking about the gender of a household is nonsensical - the gender is contained inside of it.

When we view gender as arising from the conditions of the household, we can begin doing actual analysis. In this analysis, I will say things like "women are meek and obedient," which obviously sounds very bad, so let me clarify what I mean. I am not saying everyone who uses the label of "woman" is meek and obedient, or that they should be, or that they're not women if they're assertive and oppositional. I'm not really trying to talk about people at all - I'm talking about the cultural archetype of womanhood, about Woman and not actual women. I do, however, mean to imply that differing from that archetype does make one less of a woman. There's no single aspect of deviation from Woman that disqualifies one from womanhood, but it all adds up - if you're loud and assertive and tall and don't wear makeup and have stubble, you are not really going to be treated as a woman in public. As someone who's been a freshly-out transfem in that position, I think we do a disservice to people in that spot by insisting that womanhood is just about whether or not you identify with it - you know that you're being seen and treated as a man. Gender is something like a social role, a social position, a performance - and as such it cannot be done alone. Other people need to be willing to go along with your gender in order for you to be able to do it (and vice-versa can try to impose a gender onto you). If your friends don't treat you as you ask to be treated then they're shitty friends, but for strangers you will need to align yourself to these archetypes. Going off of this, I want to define a narrative-ish structure, with 4 roles, that I think gives a clearer understanding of gender in the US than the traditional 2-gender model. Also, like the 2-gender model, changing your role or escaping entirely is possible.

The Genders

I want to frame the genders through a storybook metaphor. The first three are familiar (and taken loosely from the Karpman drama triangle): the Prince, the Princess, and the Monster. Monsters are a threat to Princesses, who therefore need a brave and strong Prince to protect them. In return, the Princess tends to the Prince's wounds, and probably does his housework and stuff. In general, Princesses trade their autonomy for protection. You've seen this structure a million times: it's the damsel in distress; it's Link, Zelda, and Ganon; it's every Disney princess movie before 1995; it's The Birth of a Nation. My addition to this is the fourth gender, the Treasure (also sometimes referred to as Trash). The Prince gets the Treasure as his reward for slaying the Monster. Princesses are rescued, Treasure is merely taken. Treasure is to be defended only to the extent it's convient, the Prince has no moral duties to the Treasure like he does to the Princess. Treasure is something to be used (mostly by the Prince but sometimes also by the Princess) and then discarded when it has outlived its usefulness. The name is rather ironic, because Treasure is not in fact treasured.

So how does this fairytale relate to the household? In Hortense Spillers' absolutely excellent essay "Mama's Baby, Papa's Maybe: An American Grammar Book," she presents an analysis of the gender that enslaved black women experienced. Although slave communities certainly developed kinship groups, i.e. households, these did not resemble the white households with the Mother and Father - and these black women certainly did not receive the "benefits of a patriarchilized female gender." Spillers describes this as a "degendering" of black women, but I wanted to interpret it differently, as the assignment and not the removal of a gender. So these four genders represent, roughly, the white man who owns the plantation, his white wife, the male slaves he fears an uprising from, and the female slaves he both works and rapes. In 2024 these relations have decreased in intensity, but are absolutely still there, and I hope this model captures the essence of that relation that has managed to survive until present day. However, I think this model is also applicable outside just white-black gender relations, and I'll give examples as I go over the genders in individual detail.

The Prince

The Prince is very close to the 2-gender notion of "man," and is usually a "he." The Prince is sort of the default, the "unmarked" category, the protagonist and therefore the least interesting. The expectations on Princes are just to slay Monsters and protect Princesses. However, the choice of Prince defines which household it is we're talking about. Since we're defining gender relative to households, different households in different cultures can assign the different genders to the same individual (more on this when we get to Monsters). The clearest examples of Princes in a given society are going to be the high-class men. The Prince is the Family Man, the Gentleman, etc.

The Princess

The Princess is, correspondingly, close to the 2-gender "woman," and is usually "she." However, if we view the autonomy-for-protection trade as the essence of Princesshood, then children are also Princesses in our culture. And like for Princes, the clearest examples of Princesses are high-class women - in the US in the 60s, for example, housewives are "more Princess" than working women. Princesses are proper victims - they are the people who have claim to "innocence", and any wrong against them must be punished. The Princess is the Proper Lady, the Good Wife and the Good Mother.

The Monster

The Monster is the dangerous Other. I like "Monster" as a term specifically because of its gender ambiguity - there's many male monsters in fiction, but also the notion of (and theory about) the "monstrous feminine," e.g. witches. Monsters can be aiming to kill, or kidnap, or rape, or more nebulously "corrupt" Princesses - they're Monsters all the same. Monsters can also pose a threat to the Prince or not, but it's not particularly relevant either way.

"Monstering" is classically done along race lines - Black "superpredators," Latin American immigrants "bringing crime," Yellow Peril, or the recent false accusation against Hamas of mass rape. However, it works with any type of foreign-ness/Other-ness/outside threat even without race, as in the anti-German WW1 poster above. Monstering is also used at home, e.g. against queerness - the constant accusations of pedophilia against queer people of all stripes, the "predatory lesbian," and the gay and trans panic legal defenses (which are some of the most revealing examples of what Monstering really is - an accusation in order to justify unlimited violence). The Monstrous feminine is understood in this framework as women who refuse to be Princesses or Treasure, and are therefore called witches, baby-killers, etc. Finally, I feel like I'm seeing an increase in placing mad people as Monsters - we know racism and homophobia are bad now, so tiktok instead embraces the dark triad and the view that there are certain types of people - narcissists, psychopaths, BPDemons, etc. - who are inherently dangerous and evil, who are Monsters. There are no longer any visual markers of Monstrosity - it could be anyone, so watch out, stay scared, and keep doing all that shit about marking your car so human traffickers don't target you.

The Treasure

The Treasure is the Other defanged and brought into the household to be used - a human with no rights, who others owe no duties to. The pronoun for Treasure is "it." I get the alternate name "Trash" from Porpentine Charity Heartscape's Hot Allostatic Load. She describes Trash as "the hyper-marginalized among the marginalized, the Omelas kids, the marked for death." Morphodyke on tumblr (screenshot for non-tumblrinas) describes the Trashing of transfems as "a systematic pattern of abuse applied to a small sacrificial portion of the population to create a class of women with no claim to community or personhood, who will never be defended or avenged, who can be safely sunk into the attrition of patriarchy's darker desires." Trash is the most materially straightforward gender - it is made up of people who are so marginalized - so close to social death or so unable to independently get the physical resources needed for survival - that they have no choice but to do whatever more-privileged people (i.e. Princes and Princesses) ask of them.

Unlike Monster, Treasure is an actual role people play, and generally with some level of awareness that that's what they are. The Treasure is part of the household - as a slave, a servant, a whore. Nobody is afraid of Treasure. A Treasure can never be considered a "victim" either - it was not innocent to begin with; when something bad happens to it, it had no right to expect better. The gendered expectation of Treasure is complete, unconditional meekness and obedience, and any deviation is harshly punished. This punishment includes both straightforward social & physical violence, but also, in the extreme, Monstering the Treasure, i.e. turning them into the type of Monster who is a Monster everywhere. This is the only place a Treasure "has left to fall," but it's quite a long fall, and so the Treasure endures its harsh role in order to avoid that fall.

Examples of Treasure are less straightforward than for other genders - survival sex workers and black women are the only groups that comes to mind as near-uniformly Treasure, and for the latter it's becoming less and less universal as the economic position of black people in the US improves. Many trans women are Treasure, and in general the more axes someone is marginalized along, the more likely they are to be Treasure - a poor disabled black trans lesbian is almost certainly going to be Treasure, even if none of those categories on their own are more than 50% Treasure. Another factor is the degree to which someone is the odd one out, the potential outcast, within their community - the only person of color or gay kid in a small town (or highschool). Also, as Monsters are associated with madness, so is Treasure with "mental illness" - the "broken" person who directs it all inward, who has no self-worth [2], who accepts whatever their partner does because they've been told nobody else could ever love them.

Pairs

I think terms in a system are best defined by their contrast with other terms, so here's a rundown through all the pairs and their differences and relations.

Prince-Princess

This relationship is the most well-tread ground. Most white feminist theory and praxis is focused on the dynamics between Princes and Princesses, and trying to improve the lot of Princesses. This has worked to the extent that the dramatic protector-protected dynamic I described above seems hyperbolic when compared to real relationships in 2024. Still, I focus on that specific aspect, protector-protected, because I think it is at the heart of the "contract" of heterosexual relationships. The idea of a strong woman who can protect herself is getting more and more popular, but even still I have yet to see a man in real life or fiction say he wants a wife who can protect him. This notion of victimhood and protection is what animates the entire narrative.

One aspect of this protection that I want to stress is that it is specifically protection from Monsters. While we now (hopefully) think of the wifebeater as a type of Monster disguised as a Prince, that is a very recent change brought about by feminist activism, and it still remains a fact that abusers are not social outcasts or psychopaths, but perfectly normal and well-adjusted Princes. The historical definition of rape provides the clearest example of this: the notion that a husband can rape his wife, i.e. that marital rape is rape, is very new. When your grandparents got married, your grandfather having sex with your grandmother against her will would not have been considered "rape" or any other type of legal or social crime[3]. Rape has been considered a crime historically not because it is nonconsensual sex - that is allowed for the Prince! - but because it is a Monster taking what should belong to the Prince. Rape is something exclusively done by Monsters to Princesses.

Prince-Monster

In the types of wars, the narrative that "the enemy is coming to take our gold and rape our Princesses" was often quite true, as wartime sexual violence was quite common historically (the word "rape" was originally a synonym for "pillage"). However, this narrative would be true on both sides of the war. In Greek society, the Greeks would be Princes and the Trojans were Monsters, and vice versa in Troy. And both sides would be using rape as a weapon of war, but from e.g. the Greek standpoint, the Trojan women were Treasure, and so nothing a Greek/Prince did to them would demean his Princely honor in any way. However, the same behavior from the Trojans/Monsters towards the Princesses of Greece was exactly what justified calling them Monsters. The difference between Princes and Monsters is not in what acts of violence they commit, but who they are violent towards[4].

Prince-Treasure

As we have established, Princes may do whatever they want to Treasure, and suffer no consequences for it. The only thing I have to add is how it can make a Treasure come to function as a sort of "laboratory." Treasure has a body like that of a Prince or Princess, but it doesn't have the rights they do, it isn't owed any dignity. Therefore, questions/experiments which would be too rude or violative for a Prince to ask/do to a Princess may be answered on Treasure. This applies to both adolescents learning about sexuality and to adults working in biology labs. For the latter, think of Josef Mengele or Henrietta Lacks.

Princess-Monster

The Monster aims to take or corrupt the Princess - Princesses are always victims, and Monsters are always perpetrators. This is the social fiction woven by gender, and has no relation to what people who are Monsters actually do to people who are Princesses. Rather, the justice systems built on the narrative of protecting Princesses from Monsters are social systems enabling Princesses to persecute Monsters. The archetypical example of this is the murder of Emmett Till - a single Princess's accusation of whistling "justified" the torture and murder of a 14-year-old boy. White women's tears - i.e. Princesses' tears - should be considered an offensive and not a defensive weapon (although not one that can be turned against Princes).

Princess-Treasure

The difference between Princesses and Treasure is rather similar to the classic Madonna-whore divide, the good wife vs the whore on the side. This can lead to the Madonna-whore complex when combined with the societal view of sex as "violation" or "dirtying" - Princes are only allowed to inflict violence upon Treasure, not on Princesses, and so if sex is a kind of violence then the Prince will only be able to get it up for Treasure and not for his lovely Princess wife. Even if not to the point of a "complex," the Prince will always have sides of himself that he only shows to Treasure, because he needs to charm the Princess, to be nice to her, to treat her right. Only with a Treasure can he vent his "darker desires," and act without pretense or restraint.

Transitioning from Treasure to Princess is possible, and I think it can be one thing what people can mean when they say they find femininity empowering. In the two-gender model, this makes no sense, as femininity = woman = disempowered gender. But with four genders, Princesses are genuinely more powerful than Treasure - they have rights and powers that Treasure does not. To transition from Treasure to Princess is to assert that you have worth and to demand rights, dignity, and respect. Therefore, if being feminine lets someone move from Treasure to Princess, then their femininity is empowering them. And I think femininity is a part of that Treasure-to-Princess transition, e.g. becoming a "proper lady" instead of a "tramp," or trans women being able to pass.

The relationship between a Princess and a Treasure in the same household is the most interesting and novel part of this entire model. In "Mama's Baby, Papa's Maybe," Spillers analyzes a section from the autobiographical slave narrative Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, by Harriet Jacobs (writing under the pseudonym Linda Brent). During the section in question, Jacobs is regularly being raped by her "master," which arouses the jealousy of his wife. That wife then proceeds to rape Jacobs herself (probably, anything in this book about sex is highly subtextual because it was published in 1861). To quote Spillers' analysis at length (emphasis mine):

If the testimony of Linda Brent/Harriet Jacobs is to be believed, the official mistresses of slavery's "masters" constitute a privileged class of the tormented, if such contradiction can be entertained [Brent 29-35]. Linda Brent/Harriet Jacobs recounts in the course of her narrative scenes from a "psychodrama," opposing herself and "Mrs. Flint," in what we have come to consider the classic alignment between captive woman and free. Suspecting that her husband, Dr. Flint, has sexual designs on the young Linda (and the doctor is nearly humorously incompetent at it, according to the story line), Mrs. Flint assumes the role of a perambulatory nightmare who visits the captive woman in the spirit of a veiled seduction. ... Mrs. Flint enacts a male alibi and prosthetic motion that is mobilized at night, at the material place of the dream work. In both male and female instances, the subject attempts to inculcate his or her will into the vulnerable, supine body. Though this is barely hinted on the surface of the text, we might say that Brent, between the lines of her narrative, demarcates a sexuality that is neuter-bound, inasmuch as it represents an open vulnerability to a gigantic sexualized repertoire that may be alternately expressed as male/female. Since the gendered female exists for the male, we might suggest that the ungendered female—in an amazing stroke of pansexual potential—might be invaded/raided by another woman or man.

In the terminology of this essay, that final line would be "Since the Princess exists for the Prince, we might suggest that the Treasure—in an amazing stroke of pansexual potential—might be invaded/raided by a Princess or Prince." In short, Princesses can and do "use" Treasure like a Prince would: to vent frustrations, to use as a laboratory, to express "darker desires." A lot of things people ascribe to "the weak finding someone weaker to pick on" is Princess-on-Treasure violence. There is also a unique form of violence that only Princesses can do to Treasure - they can turn the Treasure into a Monster. Princess tears can be weaponized against both Monsters and Treasure, and Princesses can gain social capital by doing so: every time a Princess makes an accusation she emphasizes her own perpetual innocence and victimhood. By doing so she is conforming to the expectations of her gender, and is rewarded for that.

Monster-Treasure

As mentioned above, the boundary between Monsters and Treasure is the most fluid of the six pairs. The type of Trashing abuse described in Hot Allostatic Load (false accusations of rape) is a method of turning a Treasure into a Monster, and therefore justifying any possible violence as punishment (in the case of HAL, the specific punishment is exile). People who are "Monstered" in this manner are not like the Monsters of symmetric warfare, who are Princes in their own realms: they are Monsters everywhere, accepted nowhere, part of no household. This is just about the only position worse than Treasure, and so the threat of being sent there is the ultimate weapon for Princes and Princesses to discipline Treasure with.

As far as the actual relationship between Monsters and Treasure goes, it could be just about anything depending on the particular people or groups in question. It's not really of any concern to Princes or Princesses (except maybe to make some "look how these savages treat their women" anti-Monster propaganda), and so it's not constrained by this model. In the symmetric warfare example, the prisoners of war one side takes as Treasure from the Monsters they slay would be Princesses in the society where those Monsters are Princes. Or in a more "inter-imperialist" type of war, both the Princes and the Monsters could be fighting over who gets to own the same group of people as Treasure. Or there could be no relation at all - there aren't really any social forces determining what the relationship between a CPC member in Xi'an and a trans woman in Nebraska would be. This is not an exhaustive list, and there's even the possibility that both the Monster and Treasure in question belong to a society which doesn't fit the 4-gender model at all.

Conclusions

Unlike other models of gender, which aim to present something everyone can see themselves in, this is a model that everyone should be trying to get the hell out of. I'm a gender abolitionist - I think that doing something "because I'm a man/woman/Prince/etc." is silly and bad-faith; I think that we should raise all children the same way and that doing so will eliminate gender; I think we should end the practice of sex assignment at birth (or at any time). This model's pessimistic view of genders certainly reflects that, but I hope that you also find it helps explain your experiences a bit better. And of course, abolishing a system requires organizing within its categories (we do not end capitalism by just not identifying as proletarians).

Aiding that organizing was another main goal of this model - specifically, I think it explains the problem where feminism became dominated by rich white women and started catering towards their problems: "women" is not a single coherent gender, and the "women's liberation movement" was in fact a Treasure-Princess alliance. This alliance, like all alliances between distinct groups, fell apart once its parties had finished accomplishing their shared goals, and then the more powerful group turned on the weaker one. Alliances aren't inherently bad, and I think there's still a future for Treasure-Princess alliances, but Treasure organizers must make these alliances consciously, and be aware of the risks.

footnotes

This is not to say that class is homogenous within a household. For example, while a feudal lord's manor is certainly a lordly household, the majority of its inhabitants are going to be low-class servants.

Materialist Antipsychiatry Moment: rather than viewing this lack of self-worth as some internal illness/pathology/lack, we can see that for Treasure it is an accurate assessment of their social reality: they do in fact have no social worth. The Treasure-mental illness relation is cyclical: mental illness further marginalizes the Treasure, and being treated as Treasure makes them more "ill."

Unless they lived in the USSR, which criminalized marital rape within 5 years of its establishment - common communism W. You can play a ""fun"" game by checking on wikipedia to see when marital rape was criminalized where you live - it's probably shockingly recent

Of course Monsters are not actually violent in all cases, especially when they're an internal minority. In fact, symmetrical warfare is basically the only case where the accusations happen to be true. Still, the subject of the fabricated violence matters more than the content.

Special thanks to Jez and Nat for helping me think all of this through!

this post is also on the web at https://pi.alla.loan/gender/4genders.html for easy sharing with non-tumblrinas

#transmisogyny #feminism #misogynoir #cas-50-28-2 original #transfeminism

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✨ KNOW YOUR LEATHERFACE ✨

a composite post that will go into detail of every known iteration of leatherface and exhibit the obvious differences between each version. this post is mostly for newcomers to the fandom who want clarification on the complicated timeline of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films and for those who want to address their favorite leatherface as correctly canonically as possible. of course this isn’t official and yall may feel free to ignore this. however I spent a lot of time studying these films and characters, I’m hoping my knowledge will be somewhat useful. please feel free to add on any information that might’ve slipped my mind. so without further ado, enjoy! :D

first things first, I will be basing my research on Bloody Disgusting’s amazing timeline post they created. 

instead of separating the characters by film, I will be separating them by timeline (i.e. Original, Remake, Reboot, and Legacy). let’s begin with the original.

ORIGINAL TIMELINE: BUBBA SAWYER

YEARS: 1974-1995 NAME(s): Bubba Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, Jr., Bubba “Junior” Sawyer, Junior Sawyer, Leatherface

PERSONALITY: Bubba Sawyer is commonly known as the “shy” and “anxious” version. He’s timid and very obedient to his family. Famously believed to only kill people because his family demands it rather than killing of his own free will. This is never out right proven in the films, but the 1986 film could be evidence of this. Considering Bubba salvaged Stretch from being killed multiple times and was extremely hesitant throughout the film on killing her even after his brothers demand it. Could be classified as a romantic as well.

FAMILY: Bubba has three older brothers. Drayton, ChopTop, and Nubbins. The rest of the Sawyer family members differ from movie to movie but its clear Bubba comes from a long line of cannibals/murderers. In the third film (1990), its revealed that Bubba has a daughter. His daughter, who is never named, was the by-product of Bubba “playing” with a female victim. However that is the only film where she is referenced. 

DEFORMITIES/DISABILITIES: This version of leatherface has NO facial deformities. Besides a common set of nasty teeth. Often mistaken for having a missing nose or cleft lip, however there is no evidence of this throughout the original timeline films. Also believed to have a troubling time functioning without supervision (1974). Strong evidence alluding to being on the spectrum through forms of stimming (1986), non-verbal communication (every version), and child-like interests (1990, 1995). This is not to say Bubba is a child, just that he enjoys activities a child might like, i.e. the alphabet game in the 1990 film.

SEXUALITY/GENDER: It has not been specified in canon Bubba’s sexuality or preferred gender. He is always referred to with he/him pronouns. However, it is common amongst Bubba fans to believe that this version of Leatherface is genderfluid, bigender, or genderqueer. This is due to Bubba’s preference for dressing like a woman and using women’s faces as masks (1974, 1990, 1995). His sexuality is often debated with a leaning towards women. Per the second film (1986), Bubba develops a crush on radio host/DJ Vanita “Stretch” Brock and per the third film (1990), has a child with a female victim. Ultimately, it is up to the audience to determine Bubba’s sexuality and gender preferences. 

REMAKE TIMELINE: THOMAS HEWITT

YEARS: 2003-2006 NAME(S): Thomas Hewitt, Thomas Brown Hewitt, Tommy, Leatherface

PERSONALITY: Like the original timeline, Thomas Hewitt is very timid. Often seen as a loner. He was bullied throughout his youth due to his deformities which caused him to self-harm and begin crafting face masks out of animals. Unlike the original, Thomas has a natural affinity towards violence. He is seen mutilating dead animals and killing people without the pressure from his family members. In the 2006 film, his family (minus his uncle Hoyt) was actually disgusted by the killings before eventually encouraging Thomas to murder on their behalf. It is unclear if Thomas has the ability to speak or just chooses not to. This non-verbal behaviour mixed in with his habit of fidgeting/stimming in both films leads me to believe he is somewhere on the spectrum as well. 

FAMILY: The Hewitts are a rather small and close-knit family. Thomas’s birth mother died while giving birth to him but he was discovered by Luda Mae Hewitt who raised him. Luda Mae already had a son when she brought Thomas home, his name was Charlie Hewitt before changing it to Hoyt sometime later. Hoyt is referred to as Thomas’s uncle even though they share the same mother. Thomas also has a younger sister and/or cousin named Henrietta. Henrietta had a son named Jedidiah. Thomas’s familial relationships are mostly unclear as they all aren’t defined in the films.

DEFORMITIES/DISABILITIES: This version of Leatherface HAS facial deformities. Thomas was born with a rare skin eating disease that predominantly resides on his face. This disease causes horrible red rashes and blisters and eats away at the skin. Due to this, Thomas has no nose.  As a child, Thomas attempted to remove the blisters himself which eventually lead him to create masks to hide his scars/disease. Per my previous statement, Thomas’s antisocial behaviour in both films could be possible evidence for mental disabilities, which ones however are difficult to determine. 

SEXUALITY/GENDER: There’s been zero evidence of Thomas’s preferred sexuality and gender. He is referred to with he/him pronouns and has no apparent evidence of any genderqueer tendencies. The masks he creates are all of men and he dresses in male clothing. It is commonly believed amongst fans that Thomas has a romantic leaning towards men due to his handsy interaction with a male victim in the 2006 film. Other than this though there is no other interaction that could possibly back-up that claim. Once again, it is up to the audience to determine.

REBOOT TIMELINE: JEDIDIAH SAWYER

YEARS: 2013-2017 NAME(S): Jedidiah Sawyer, Jed Sawyer, Jed, Jedi, Old man Bubba, Old man Jed, leatherface

PERSONALITY: Jedidiah’s personality shifts constantly between the two films. In the 2017 prequel, Jed was a nice, mannered boy who had a firm dislike for killing. In this timeline it is strongly apparent that Jed only murdered people because his family commanded him to, no matter how much he didn’t want to. It wasn’t until after he escaped the mental facility, lost his best friend, and was shot in the face that his animalistic need for killing emerged. His killings however are mostly performed out of anger and revenge rather than for the pleasure of it. In the 2013 film which is set 40 years after the 2017 prequel, we see an older and angier Jedidiah who is murderously eager to avenge the slaying of his entire family. Older Jed is often seen as angry, ridden with survivors guilt, and vengeful. When it comes to his family however, Jed is gentle and overly protective of them. He will do anything for his family even if that means dying

FAMILY: Jed comes from a huge hoard of Sawyers and Carsons. Verna Sawyer-Carson is referred to as his grandmother/mother/aunt throughout the two films. It isn’t definitively said what her exact relation to him is. Verna is filthy rich as she married into a family who owns a large oil mine in Texas. In this version, Drayton Sawyer is Jed’s father and Nubbins is his older brother. Its unclear how many siblings Jed has but its believed to be between 3 and 4. The only definitive relationship we see throughout the two films (besides Verna) is between his cousin Heather, who is the last remaining Sawyer other than Jed. 

DEFORMITIES/DISABILITIES: This version of Leatherface HAS facial deformities. After he escaped the mental facility, Jed was shot in the face by Sheriff Hartman. This created deep scars on both sides of his mouth that stretch up near his eyes and ears. Jed’s teeth and tongue were also damaged during the shooting which disabled him from speaking again. Jed began creating masks out of human faces to cover his scars, much like Thomas. It is also said in the 2017 film that Jed suffers from many mental disabilities, all subdued by medicine the doctors gave him during his stay at the mental facility. After escaping however Jed suffers violent fits of rage and harm towards others as his medicine wears off. In the 2013 film, there is evidence of him being on the spectrum as well. Through the forms of fidgeting/stimming and child-like interests (i.e. children’s toys found in his room). Again, this does not allude to Jed being a child in a grown adult’s body. NOT what I’m saying here at all.

SEXUALITY/GENDER: Recently, it was confirmed by the actor that played Jed in the 2013 movie (Dan Yeager) that Jedidiah is genderfluid. Besides that, there is visual evidence of Jed’s gender fluidity in the 2013 film. While searching Jed’s room, a cop discovers a wardrobe of women’s clothing and a vanity full of make-up. Alluding that Jed likes to occasionally dress up like a woman. Also in the 2017 film, Jed’s first ever face mask is that of a girl to which he applies make-up. But his pronouns are always referred to as he/him though he is genderfluid. Fan’s may feel free to refer to Jed with he/she/they pronouns. Jed’s sexuality however, is never stated or identified. Commonly believed to have a romantic leaning towards women per the 2017 film.

LEGACY TIMELINE: OLD MAN LEATHERFACE

YEAR: 2022 NAME(S): Leatherface, Old Man Leatherface, Peepaw Leatherface, Peepaw Bubba

PERSONALITY: Not much is known about this leatherface as he only has one film so far (which didn’t mention much). But like Jedidiah, Old man Leatherface is angry, sad, and vengeful. He also has an intense need to protect his family. He is very strong despite his age and is known to be almost indestructible. Believed to only kill people who he has to, as he spared Sally in his bedroom ( eventually killing her only when she posed as a danger to him). 

FAMILY: The only mentioned family during this film was Virginia also known as Ginny, Leatherface’s adopted mother/caregiver. After the events of the first film, Leatherface ended up in an orphanage for children and troubled teens in Harlow, Texas. Drayton and Nubbins from the 1974 film are never mentioned or even acknowledged, so I must assume they don’t exist in this timeline. Ginny cared for Leatherface all the way up to her unfortunate death, which eventually set him off on the rampage we see in the film. 

DEFORMITIES/DISABILITIES: Like his original counterpart, this leatherface does NOT have any facial deformities. He is believed to have some sort of impaired vision and respiratory disease, but I’m assuming this is due to his old age. Old Man Leatherface is non-verbal with a tendency towards violence but it is unclear if this version falls on the spectrum like the leatherfaces before him. It is evident he suffers from some sort of mental handicap/disability however. 

SEXUALITY/GENDER: As I said before, not much is known about this Leatherface. The movie doesn’t allude to his gender preferences or romantic leanings. He is seen putting make-up on himself in a short scene in the 2022 film but its unclear if he was doing it for him or for his mother Ginny. He wears obvious male clothes with no sort of reference that he likes to dress up in women’s clothing, like Jedidiah or Bubba. Will update if I discover something factual pertaining to his gender or sexuality.

❗ ENDING NOTES ❗

Obviously this is not science or official information, you are not obligated to believe or follow anything I’ve said in this post.

However it is in my belief that these are 4 VERY different characters who should be treated as such rather than being looped into one character. 

Yes they are all “Leatherface” but they’re not the same

Just think of it like Ghostface. There’s more than one and they’re all different even if they share the same title

Bubba is not Thomas and Thomas is not Bubba. Bubba is not Jed and Jed isn’t Bubba.

I often see these characters in the wrong tag so I’m hoping this helps clear that up a little

again you can ignore this if you want to 

if there’s any information I may have missed or am wrong about PLEASE comment or let me know and I’ll fix it 

if you read all the way through this, thank you so much! I hope I did our boys justice 🥰

#yes ik im insane leave me alone #leatherface #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #jedidiah sawyer #jed sawyer #old man leatherface #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw #slashers #tw leo

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Brickclub 5.9.1 “Pity for the Unhappy, but Indulgence for the Happy”

This would have been Monday’s chapter (or possibly I’m making up for missing a day last week) but anyway, I saw the line

We must say, however, that it would be unjust to blame Marius.

and I couldn’t help myself.

This chapter is all about how we shouldn’t censure Marius and Cosette for their behavior and, well, ONE of those hadn’t occurred to me as an option. Hugo wtf.

We hear about how Marius didn’t know any better than doing what he did, and also how he decided to ask zero questions of anyone who could help him understand (Valjean, the bank clerk with intel about Madeleine’s money, any form of newspaper whatsoever) and so he decided to pull a Gillenormand and systematically end Cosette’s relationship with her father. It’s for justice, don’t you know!

For which, the text asserts, we can’t possibly blame him, to which I assert: watch me.

I really hope this is the tone Hugo used to talk about Javert’s questionable good qualities and not Hugo talking about anything he thinks are actual good qualities, but it’s really hard to tell right now.

As for Cosette, she was in on none of these secrets; but it would be hard to condemn her, too.

Yeah, it really would be. Hard enough that I really don’t know why we’re even talking about it.

There was an all-powerful magnetism flowing from Marius to her. which made her do, instinctively and al­most automatically, whatever Marius wished. In regard to "Monsieur Jean," she felt a strong wish from Marius; she conformed to it. Her husband had had nothing to say to her; she felt the vague but clear pressure of his unspo­ken wishes, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this consisted in not remembering what Marius forgot. That took no effort for her. Without knowing why herself, and without affording any grounds for censure, her soul had so thoroughly become her husband's soul that whatever was covered with shadow in Marius's thoughts was ob­scured in hers.

This all honestly pretty much tracks; I fully believe this paragraph. The problem is, it doesn’t track the way Hugo wants it to.

I think Hugo wants us to say “ah, yes, young women in love are just like that!” when what I’m seeing is much more about the unspoken but extremely punitive ways we’ve seen Marius treat her when she goes down a path he doesn’t like.

Remember that chapter when she (as an unmarried 16 or 17 year old bourgeoise girl) wouldn’t agree to leave her father because her father wanted to take her to England? Reminder of exactly what it’s like to fight with Marius.

No fucking wonder she conforms to his wishes without being told and without thinking too hard about it, when not conforming instantly and unthinkingly to his every whim looks like THAT. That section is also a reminder that eclipsing Valjean from Cosette’s life was always Marius’s wish. He’s found what he thinks is a morally justified excuse for utter control and possessiveness, but he was always heavily motivated in this direction. Which maybe explains why he’s so ready to take this road with so many questions still entirely unanswered.

We aren’t seeing any of Marius’s abuse--and it absolutely is abuse--in this current chapter. My concern is that the reason for this is that Cosette has already very expertly learned how not to trigger the punishments. She’s good at keeping her head down and not asking questions and surviving; she was trained by the fucking Thenardiers. And then she spent the (albeit much better) rest of her life so far not really able to ask Valjean why he had so many secrets either.

She knows how to quietly and automatically bend herself around the unspoken wishes of a weird, sad, secretive man. With Valjean it was because if she didn’t notice and preempt his worst impulses he would eat terrible food and live in the winter without a fire--which was bad enough. With Marius, I am truly and genuinely afraid that it’s because if she doesn’t notice and preemptively follow his expectations of her, he’s going to turn back into that absolute fucking nightmare again. And this time, outside of him, she’s utterly alone in the world.

I’m sure she really would describe all this as being in love! I’m sure she isn’t noticing any of this. It’s a really easy thing not to notice, especially when you’re as young and inexperienced as she is, and also when you’re as meticulously cut off from every single other person you could possibly be close to as she is.

Anyway, Hugo doesn’t fucking realize any of this, so the end of this chapter is all about how the young, being focused on their bright futures, forget the old who are heading towards death, and honestly it all sounds like more of what Pilf was saying in discord about how much Hugo is reveling in self-pity and aggrandizing the notion of going off and DYING because his kids don’t LOVE HIM ENOUGH, and THEN THEY’LL SEE etc etc etc.

The chapter ends with

We must not blame these poor children.

jesus fucking christ.

#cw: abuse #brickclub #lm 5.9.1

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Alicent’s fans are now coming for Saera on Twitter... It’s actually alarming the way Alicent’s fans hate on women who have bodily autonomy. Saera had her own kingdom and lived her best life outside the patriarchal constraints of Westeros I think she’s just fine lmao. Alicent, on the other hand, caused the deaths of every last one of her children and grandchildren, grew to hate the colour green, and died alone, miserable, and forgotten.

Saera & Jaehaerys I and Family

Saera is an interesting character. She actively practiced and claimed body autonomy, but unlike Rhaenyra she wasn't pragmatic about it. I think that being a princess of Jaehaerys I in particular -- and who could blame her, with his misogyny and preference for obedience and subordination for women. That would have bled into his relationship with his daughters as it did Alysanne.

Saera's own sisters were reported to not have liked her and that her brothers did but didn't see all sides of her.

She striked me as a kid who needed to be given proper distractions and room to fuck up after being given some real responsibilities so she can understand her own limits, not isolation. More room to explore, and she wasn't given that so she sought attention and dominance through sex. There's nothing ethically wrong with having multiple sexual partners or premarital/extramarital sex, but Saera decided to forgo the rules and her image entirely and so never made a true emotional connection whereas Rhaenyra made compromises. Perhaps, as Septon Barth mused because she felt like she had not enough influence over others, so she overcompensated? I'm not sure.

Either way, yeah, it's not her having premarital sex that's the problem. I think that it was the environment, the anti-female autonomy, the overindulgence in materials, and not enough real emotional engagement from Jaehaerys I going on.

Which maybe made Saera more determined but less and contemplative/cerebral about getting how to get what she wanted. So more demanding brasher, dismissive, and manipulative to assure herself that she had power. Not under Jaehaerys, what would she have become? Something that would probably be more welcome if this was Old Valyria.

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And it didn't help that just before the scandal, Lucamore Strong was found out having married three separate women who didn't know the other existed and fathered more than 10 kids altogether.

Or that Saera used Maegor (the same guy who killed Jaehaerys/Alysanne/Rhaena's brother, forced Rhaena to marry him as one of his Black Brides, endangered Alyssa Velaryon [their mother], Jae's, and Aly's lives for the throne until he died mysteriously on the same throne) as her precedent/justification for her being allowed to marry as she chose and however many times (polygamy).

I do like a messy woman/girl, though. And like you said, she made her way into a place where she determined her own fate and owned a buisness that seemed to thrive...I just hope there weren't any sex slaves or any slaves involved there for that matter.

What do the rest of you guys think about Saera?

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