#i promise i don't support misogyny

[depravitycentral]

Tw: misogany, non-con, incels, gender/power dynamics, writing this made me feel icky, if you are a person who genuinely believes in anything described in this post please consider changing your opinions, fem reader, MDNI, don't ask me where this post came from because I don't know

Thinking about men that think your rightful place is by his side as his woman.

You bring out this side of him that's brand new to him; this side urging him to utterly dominate you, to be in full control of your bank accounts, your friendships, your hobbies, even your own body. There's this new urge to make you ask for permission for everything, to just pin you down and stuff you full of him every hour of every day because it's your job. It's your duty to take his cock - you were made for it.

He's never been particularly misogynistic, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the beautiful, wonderful, perfect woman that he must domesticate. You're too wild on your own - too free-spirited, brainwashed into believing this 'modern woman' crap - there's a reason the man does the work and the woman stays at home. Don't you know that?

He's strong - you're not. (And he knows it, too - after a night of fucking, all the bruises littering your body and the way your legs struggle to hold you steady is proof enough. The way he can easily lift the heavy wooden bedframe of your shared bed is enough - you can only lift a corner of it off the ground, after all. The way he can get you to shut up with just a simple, stern look should be enough evidence.)

He's street-smart - you're not. (He understands what other men want and what you're good for - it's not sexist when he tells you that the shirt you're wearing is too revealing. He won't hesitate to tell you that your entire chest is basically out, angel, and you can't be showing the world one of your best assets. He understands that you're not strong or skilled enough to fight another man off should he decide he wants you - you'll try to fight, sure, but that'll only get the other man going, your resistance only getting them harder and more lustful, and when you inevitably give in - because you always will, all women will - he knows you might even enjoy it.)

He's smart - you're not. (You think you are - and you're right about some things, sure. You know the best ways to bathe yourself - he's never been as thorough as you, he's humble enough to admit that - and how to make delicious pie, and the best way to make the bed warm and soft. But there's a lot of things you don't know, like who to vote for at the next election, or how to change a tire, or how to use a debit card.)

He's a man. And you're not. And he likes that you aren't - he's attracted to you because of your feminine charms; your curves, your softness, your smell, the sound of your voice, and - of course - the fact that you are utterly, utterly his property. As his wife (your consent in the matter is hardly important; his last name is yours now, and that's all there really is to it), all your decisions are made by him. He tells you what to wear, what to get at the grocery store, how to address other men, how to smile, everything that he knows is too much for you to handle.

And, of course, he teaches you other things. Things that he knows you are - should be, at least - clueless about. So cute, huh?

He's patient when he tells you to sink to your knees, palms pressing on the top of your head as he pushes you down, softly shushing you when you start to protest. He's patient as he slips his briefs down, his cock already red and throbbing and big, making your cheeks look even softer and rounder, your glassy eyes and prettier. He's talking you through it as he traces his tip - wet and sticky and leaving a smear of bitter precum on your skin - around your lips, the look in his eye nearly boyish with excitement.

He's gentle when he grasps your chin between two fingers (much stronger than your own, of course) to keep you steady, shuffling his hips forward so that his tip (bulbous and red and positively glistening, already looking so swollen you're sure he won't last but a minute) slips past your lips. He keeps going until you're gagging, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment before immediately opening them once more because the sight of you below him, on your knees for him, shutting you up with his cock down your throat is oh so right.

He's patient when he pushes you face-first into the bed, running a hand over your hair and sighing to himself because god, aren't you pretty? His hands are on your hips immediately, pushing down on your lower back to get the arch of your back deeper, tighter, more intense because it looks better this way - it's better for him this way, and isn't sex really only about the man?

He's even generous enough to be gentle when he's pushing himself inside you - keeping the pace slow but consistent, hissing and letting a few comments of 's so damn tight, fuck and cunt was made for me, shit slipping past his lips. He's kind enough to give you a few moments (perhaps three) to adjust to his size, before he's smacking your ass and pulling your hair, fucking into you like an animal because you're his to use.

And he's not afraid to say it - t's all harsh thrusts that make audible slapping noises as his balls - very, very sensitive and very, very full - smack against you over and over, strong fingers grabbing at your skin and keeping you in place, just so he can ram into that one spot over and over and over, because he thinks the deeper he goes the more he's claiming you. He's groaning at you with stuttered breaths that you were made to get fucked by me, o-oh shit, this tight hole's only thing you're good for and accentuating the idea with his fingers groping at your breast and using it as leverage to pull you back further and get deeper.

The air is hot and smells like musk and cum and sex, every inch of your body unable to think of anything but him - just as it should be, really. He's grabbing onto the pretty, silver collar he's forced around your throat as he thrusts, the tracker inlaid into the metal feeling familiar to his fingertips and making his thrusts harder because he must know where you are at all times - you're his property and he can't lose you.

After all, if you were gone, who would he dress up to look all pretty for him then? (He's still dressing you up even in the humiliating outfits he forces you to parade around in at home - the cooking aprons and nothing else, giving him easy access to hump your bare ass from behind while you work at the stove, cooking him dinner all the while you keep his cock warm between those pretty legs of yours.)

If you were gone, who would wake him up with lips around his cock, soft gagging noises filling the air alongside songbirds as he gets a proper good morning?

If you were gone, who would listen to his endless rants about his horrible coworkers and friends and anyone that pissed him off all while he pounds a beer and jokes about how good you look while you load the washing machine full of his dirty clothes - you look nice bent over, sweetheart, why don't you stay in there for a bit and let me blow off some steam?

Of course, all of this is fine and dandy - owning you is the dream, and having you as his pretty, helpless, clueless little wife is the ultimate fantasy. He lays awake at night sometimes imagining how you'd be as his housewife - the pretty ring on your finger, how you'd eagerly wait at the door for his arrival home from work everyday, how you'd meticulously put on your makeup and style your hair and wear the pretty lingerie he'd bought you just so that you look as attractive and desirable to him as possible.

But first, he needs to show you your place as his woman, and get rid of this misplaced sense of independence you seem to be clutching onto for dear life. Stupid girl.

(His belt is unbuckled as soon as the door closes behind the two of you, his smile something between sinister and elated as he tells you to not bother working at the knot keeping your hands tied behind your back - tying knots is men's work, and you'll hurt your pretty fingers and hands. You'll need those later, so quit picking.)

Enji Todoroki, AFO, Nobunaga Hazama, Illumi Zoldyck, Daichi Sawamura, Kenjiro Shirabu, I don't write for aot or jjk but also Floch Forester, Eren Jeager and Naoya Zenin

#yandere hxh #yandere bnha #yandere haikyuu #yandere aot #_lee rambles #_i don't really know what this is #it just sort of happened #i promise i don't support misogyny #_enji todoroki #_AFO #_Nobunaga hazama #_illumi zoldyck #_daichi sawamura #_kenjiro shirabu #_floch forester #_eren jeager

[xxlovelynovaxx]

"Well i think we should rape cuntboys and I'm tired of pretending otherwise" where the reblog chain went OP->user with baeddel in their name->OP again->person I follow on my dash completely untagged

well, that's lovely

#transandrophobia #like I doubt they're just non-transandrophobic kinksters with a transandrophobia kink because of the baeddel part #and because this was untagged #like i don't actually care one bit about actually consensual kink even on a public blog #but the red flags are CRIMSON #anyway someone's probably gonna accuse me of transm/isogyny for 'demonizing a transfem for her kinks' #so reminder that I am transfem. I am also transmasc. I am intersex and transneutral as well #I am 'TMA' by any definition of that bullshit dichotomy #demanding to know what dyadic sex my current or birth genitals were closest to is both transphobic and intersexist #and demanding to know a transfems infant genitalia to believe her about experiencing trans/misogyny is transmisogy/nistic + transintermisic #love that I have to censor the name for a kind of bigotry I actually experience to avoid harassment #like I'm doing so from experience #anyway I've dealt with both plus intersexism and exorsexism for years now #so go be transphobic somewhere else if you're mad about anything I've said #also if you are a non-transandrophobe who simply has kinks surrounding dehumanization/bigotry #you're fine I love you and I'm offering you virtual affection at a level you are comfy with #and if you have OCD and worry about being bigoted of course checking in with yourself is good but if you need support/reassurance I'm here #this is literally only about blatant bigots I promise

[olderthannetfic]

As of now, 5 March, the last we heard of James Somerton was the (possible) suicide note he left on his private Twitter, and I have thoughts about it.

Maybe I'm cruel, but I find it hard to find empathy for him, in this situation.

For years, he shamelessly stole from people in the community he claimed to want to talk for, insulted those he saw beneath him (women, trans folks), and used his influence to harass people into compliance whenever they noticed there was something wrong with his content. He spread misinformation, misogyny, and transphobia, belittled the academic efforts of those he took from by making their research pass as his own, and stole money from people with the promise of making queer movies that never happened (with the plot of one of these announced movies being yet another stolen intellectual property, Grady Hendrix's The Final Girls Support Group, as highlighted by HBomb's video).

Were people supposed to sit in compliance of this abhorrent behavior forever? Allow him to get even richer while stealing other people's intellectual property?

He was rightfully called out for something awful, people rejected his apologies because they couldn't be classified as actual apologies (and, furthermore, he claimed to have apologized to the creators and writers he stole from, but the few people who talked about this confirmed that they didn't hear from him), and then tried to come back to YouTube as if nothing happened at all. It was clear that this could never work in his favor.

Maybe it's because I was raised by an abusive parent who used to threaten suicide whenever I'd raise my voice and call them out on their behavior, but all of this sounds like a manipulation tactic, an "you won't let me game the system anymore, so now you deserve to rot in guilt for it!"

I hope he hasn't gone through with it, of course I do, but this entire situation smells terribly of someone who was backed into a corner and is currently threatening others to harm himself if they don't let him out of it without consequences.

--

Seems likely. One can intellectually wish all people well without being able to summon much personal sympathy for a specific person.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Everybody Wants You

warnings: infidelity accusations, miscommunication, angst, eventual fluff, misogyny (first paragraph only) pronouns: she/her summary: You're tired of all the rumours; that your betrothed has found loyalties of the heart elsewhere in Winterfell. wordcount: 2,204 A/N: i don't write angst a lot so please let me know what you think

You sigh and press a palm to your forehead as another lord demands further gold for his allyship with Rhaenyra. "Our Queen has gifted you land already, my lord, what more do you want?" Your voice is firm, much like your Queen. Commanding but inquiring. The lord huffs like a child without his toy. "Well for starters I want promises from the prince not his sour-faced bitch." Gasps echo and your eyes are set ablaze but you take deep calm breaths like your future mother-in-law taught you. "He is in Winterfell, there is not much I can do about that. If you must speak with him then you may send letters though I doubt you will receive an answer. You are speaking with a future princess of the realm and I am certain my betrothed will not be much pleased to hear such vulgarity in reference to myself, remember yourself Lord Dullton." This time you are cold and authoritative though it only garners a sharp insincere laugh before you. "You are nothing but a whore that bores him." He sneers and instantly a sword is drawn by your closest guard. Again you inhale a now languid breath. "You are dismissed." You snap, clenching your fists. Another angry woman in power is not what the people need right now. They do not need more poor illustrations of what a powerful woman can be but you will not allow disrespect. Your cool gaze pans the room but you know as the guards edge him away from you that this is merely the first of many incidents made to disrespect your impending marriage.

In an attempt to dispel your boiling anger you play with the rings across your fingers until they rest on an all too familiar shape and your throat bobs. Your eyes drag down to it of their own volition even though another loyal Lord is standing in front of you. Your teeth dig deep to burrow into your plush lower lip but it's not the pain that mists over your eyes nor the prior humiliation you had been dealt–it's the length of time your husband-to-be had abandoned you in favour of the North. Your gleaming eyes stare down at the ruby strewn design of his house emblem wrapped in a sphere of gold. It had all been going so well, he had been arriving early to bring flowers to your chambers before you awoke, the ones you had missed so much in Highgarden where you were born. He insisted on dining together every night. He was opening up to you–all night you had spent with him as he finally told you how he found out about his younger brother's passing...how much he regretted asking his mother to send them both to gather support, how he thought it was his fault. Everything was finally starting to feel like home...And then that dreaded letter came. The one who's writing you couldn't recognise, the surprised giddiness that erupted in his stomach when he saw the Stark seal. You cast the memory from your mind like it were a ghost but that was before you had spoken with Mushroom. If you closed your eyes you could still feel the anxiety stealing the air from your lungs, the clawing at your raw throat, tearing the ruby necklace as though it were causing you to break out in hives and boils. It was too shiny to be real and you curse yourself for not realising that.

Now you sit in a large hall of narrowing eyes and harsh impressions. You swallow back any remaining discomfort and answer their sharp-tongued questions and remarks with as much eloquence as you can manage. Ser Landor is tense and straining at your side, a loyal knight that was sent to you from the Queen herself when you arrived in Dragonstone–back then it was still a time of war and she thought it safest to keep you within her close royal sphere. He's itching for a fight but you send a deliberate glance as another asks where the Prince of Dragonstone has gone and more importantly, why. Eventually, the meeting closes to an end and only once everyone is gone do you slump back in your chair with a sigh of relief. If you just let in the silence for a minute you could still hear his whispers. "I love you" Just for a minute. You swear that's all you need. One minute. Please. The loud doors rip you from your daydream and it sends a harsh jolt to tear your body back into reality. Where your eyes take in the remnants of where your heart used to venture eagerly. A breath as shaky as an autumn leaf clogs your throat at the sympathetic gaze Landor sends you. "Stop it." You manage to spit out as you stand to turn toward the doors too. He steps in front of it. "I swore to protect you." He reminds you, voice as soft as the gentle breeze. You can tell he hesitates seconds before his fingers come in contact with your arm. He takes the risk and forces your gaze to meet his piercing one. "Even from rude courtiers." His cheeky grin sends a bubbling laugh through your throat and you shake your head. "That will not be necessary." You sidestep him even though there's a lingering tension hanging over you which you both understand. A silent promise hanging over you. "and from negligent princes." He says and you're grateful the other guards have left for their assigned posts. You don't answer, simply brushing past him and into the suffocating air of the hallway. These few months were not how you planned them.

When you reach your chambers you freeze. A familiar set of flowers line your bed and instead of the excitement which should eat away at you, it's anxiety. Something has changed. Your skin crawls as painfully familiar hands creep up your waist and wrap around you. "My princess," utters in your ear, his warm breath connecting your minds in a stream across the shell of your ear. He doesn't seem to notice as you stiffen against him. You selfishly wish he hadn't returned so abruptly, that he didn't warn you. "I missed you." He utters quietly, dotting kisses along the edge of your right shoulder until he can spread them across your neck. You close your eyes, enjoying the moment one final minute longer. Giving yourself the minute you longed for so terribly only to realise it felt as stale as leftover bread. You cringe out of his arms and turn to find his eyes gazing warmly at you. It strikes as hard as a slap when you look upon his blissfully ignorant expression. His hands reach for your own, frowning when they jump away from him. His lips part and his brows pinch. "What's wrong?" Jacaerys asks. You can tell as his breath shallows. His eyes once so gentle now look sharp as they roam over your figure. "Are you hurt? Is something wrong."

You want to answer him but you can't force the words out as your cool façade that had been pushed onto your face long before even the meeting starts to crack. You were never good at pretending when it came to him. "So you have finally decided to come home?" You ask, your voice usually so soft and mellifluous through his ears now sounds cold and mechanical. It feels wrong. He blinks back in surprise and swallows, mouth suddenly dry like the tone of your words. "Yes." He answers quietly, afraid to say anything else. "Why." It comes out more like a demand and his face contorts uneasily. He takes a step back, trying to process your reaction. "What do you mean, my love?" His question is cut slightly short once he begins to utter the last word. You raise a defensive shaky hand in front of you. "Don't." You growl–much like you imagine the wolf he has been entertaining. "Don't call me that." Your tongue slightly stutters on 'call' and a pit heavies in Jacaerys's stomach. "Not anymore." There's silence as the gears in his mind twirls itself into a frenzy. A sick feeling nestles in his gut, threatening to spill. "What's wrong?" It's as if he's whimpering, pleading to understand but your eyes glaze over in a mix of anger and pain. "Please, whatever it is, let me fix it, I will, just...just please tell me." He steps forward again but you flinch back and his concern grows. "No, that's not fair." He says though his words are soft and caring. You take in a shaky inhale. "Did she finally tire of you like you tired of me?" You ask. "Or did you tire of her?" Confusion darts through his eyes, lips slanting downward. "Who?" The Prince asks. The Prince, you have to remind yourself, not your Prince anymore.

"You know who." You murmur. Every footstep from outside your chambers and through the hallway rings through your ears, reminding you of all the horrible "Your darling Stark girl." His heart drops to his feet with the same weight as a boulder. "Sara? No, no, I swear it, she–" "Do you love her?" "No, of course not!" Both your volumes have risen now. "So I truly mean so little to you?" This time when he surges forward, he grasps your hands tightly. "My love no, you mean everything to me." His eyes mist with unshed tears and he has to withhold blinking to keep them locked inside his gaze. He shakes his head softly. "I," He swallows. "It is true that I held affections for her a time ago," You scoff and turn your head away, preparing to flee. "But not anymore!" He blurts quickly, dropping to his knees in front of you. "I promise." He vows, searching the gates of your soul for any hidden key you might have left out for him. Any sense of familiar warmth. "I promise everything ended when I met you. I don't care what any court fool says and–" "I care." You snap. "Do you know how they look at me when you are absent? When they know where you are or rather who you are with?" His blinks quicken, desperate to bury them away. "You leave me among the foxes and the hunters, the only thing between two predators for the woman you are not betrothed to. The one everybody knows you long to be with." He shakes his head, desperation clawing at him.

"I was there for Cregan and Cregan only, I swear it to you, I only leave you here because I trust your judgement and only yours. I will never leave you again if that is what it takes." You close your eyes, unable to hold back your tears for much longer. "I love you." He brings your hand against his lips and kisses it roughly. "You. I love you. I love you. I love you so much that given the choice I would let it devour me if you willed it to. I would let you rule me body and soul and I would smile because you are still by my side, forever a part of me I never wish to abandon." You don't open your eyes but oh how he wishes to capture your pretty gaze and keep it locked away for only him at that moment. "Please look at me, I can't bear this." He whispers and begrudgingly you do, your eyelids flutter apart and he can see your glassy irises sparkling. It feels wrong to think how beautiful you are even now but he can't help it. "Everybody wants you, Jacaerys. They want you, they don't care how they do it so long as they pull you away from me, and you let them! I cannot marry a man who strays for another." He shakes his head again and stands up so he can cup your face. "No," He breathes. "There is only you, I promise no one will take me from you, I belong to you and you only. I will run away with you if you only ask for it, I would mount Vermax and take you wherever your heart desires just please..." He shuts his eyes tight. "don't do this." His hands clutch at you like you're the oxygen of a dying man. "I don't want you to hurt me." "I won't." He replies instantaneously and opens his eyes as he threads his words. His index finger gently makes contact with your ring finger, gently coaxing you as he strokes along its edges. He brings it to his lips. "I made you a promise when I had this made and I do not intend to break it. If I ever hurt you again I will hurl myself into as many flames and oceans as you see fit just please do not do this." Jacaerys eyes search yours less like a quest and more as a comfort now as your shoulders soften. "I love you more than time itself." He vows, breath fanning across your lips. Your unruly dragon has tamed himself and once again he is your prince.

#jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys x you #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon x reader ff #jacaerys velaryon x reader fanfic #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd ff #house of the dragon ff

[bonefall]

post/734733274896809984/do-you-ever-worry-your-own-writing-might-come-off that makes sense. i was asking because i'm afraid of accidentally writing misogyny myself and i kind of admire what you do

Hmm... I wish I had better advice to give you on this front, but honestly, the only thing I can tell you is to consider the perspective of your female characters.

Women are people. They have thoughts and feelings of their own, so like... just let them have their own arcs. A lot of the worst misogyny in WC comes from the way that the writers just don't care about their girls (or, in the case of tall shadow, actually get undermined and forced to rewrite entire chapters), so they're not curious about their lives, or WHY they feel the way they do or what they want, or any direction for their character arcs.

Turtle Tail as an example. She'll often just end up feeling whatever Gray Wing's plot demands. She's gotta leave when Storm dumps him to make him feel lonely. She shows up again to love him in the next book. Lets her best friend Bumble get dragged back to Tom the Wifebeater, but is sad enough about her death to be "unreasonably angry" with Clear Sky, and then calms down and accept Gray Wing is right all along.

And then she dies, so he can have his very own fridge wife.

In this way, Turtle Tail's just being used to tell Gray Wing's story. They're not interested in why she would turn on Bumble, or god forbid any lingering negative feelings for how she didn't help her, or even resentment towards Clear Sky for killing her or Gray Wing for jumping to his defense. She isn't really going through her own character arc.

She does have personality traits of her own, don't misunderstand my criticism, but as a character she revolves around Gray Wing.

So, zoom out every now and then, and just ask yourself; "Whose story is being told by what I wrote? Do my female characters have goals, wants, and agency, or are they just supporting men? How do their choices impact the narrative?"

But that's already kinda assuming that you already have characters like Turtle Tail who DO have personalities and potential of their own. Here's some super simple and practical advice that helped me;

Tally the genders in your cast. How many are boys, how many are girls, how many are others?

And take stock of how many of those characters are just in the supporting cast, and compare that to the amount you have in the main cast.

If you have a significant imbalance, ESPECIALLY in the main cast, fire the Woman Beam.

It's a really simple trick to just write a male character, and then change its gender while keeping it the same. I promise women are really not fundamentally different from men lmao. You can consider how your in-universe gender roles affect them later, if you'd like, but when you're just starting to wean yourself off a "boy bias" this trick works like a charm.

Also you're not allowed to change the body type of any girl you Woman Beam because I said so. PLEASE allow your girls to have muscles, or be fat, or be old, or have lots of scars. Do NOT do what a cowardly Triple A studio does, where the women all have the same cute or sexy face and curvy body while they're standing next to dwarves, robots, and a gorilla.

Or this shit,

If you do this I will GET you. If you're ever possessed by the dark urge, you will see my face appear in the clouds like Mufasa himself to guide you away from the path of evil.

Anyway, you get better at just making characters girls to begin with as time goes on and you practice it. It's really not as big of a deal as your brain might think it is.

Take a legitimate interest in female characters and try not to disproportionately hit them with parental/romance plots as opposed to the male cast, and you'll be fine. Don't think of them as "SPECIAL WOMEN CHARACTERS" just make a character and then let her be a girl, occasionally checking your tally and doing some critical thinking about their use in the story.

(Also remember I'm not a professional or anything, I'm just trying to give advice)

#I wish I had more succinct and practical advice to give you besides the woman beam trick #Honestly I just kinda feel it out because I like telling stories about girls #I made it fun for myself by clapping and cheering and whooping and hollering whenever a girl does something #because it's not fun to write like a monk in a monastery #With the spectre of Brother Smockbimble looming over your shoulder telling you to Write Perfectly Every Time #Characters aren't real people. You can just fix it if you happen to fuck up or do better next time with what you learned. #Making mistakes is just part of acquiring skill #and writing is an art just like painting or drawing. #So don't make a fun OC project into homework! You should be enjoying making your own art! Express yourself! #Please understand that when I'm ripping into the series I'm being so harsh because it's bestselling corporate media #Read by HUNDREDS of thousands of kids worldwide #Raking in millions of dollars a year. Written by a TEAM of professionals. #So I have higher expectations of it than of a fandom rando on the internet. Or even a self-published author who's just One Guy. #Hence why I'm infinitely more charitable to Ratha than I am to Battle Cats #bones gives advice

[mhsdatgo]

I've recently seen a lot of discourse sprouting on the fact that in the original writing of the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra is wed to Harwin and she still gets usurped, thus somehow "confirming" that the greens were nothing but misogynists after all, and that she was usurped on nothing but accounts of her gender.

While misogyny is one of the main reasons why Alicent and Otto pushed most lords to agree and pledge loyalty to the Greens, saying it was just because of that is not understanding the position Alicent was in, and what brought her to think that what she was doing was in fact necessary for the sake of her ambitions and children.

Alicent, both in book and show, was a victim and the perfect example of what women in a quasi-medieval setting are promised in exchange for all the pain and sacrifice they go through. In Fire and Blood, she is the daughter of the Hand of the King, the second most important man of the realm. She probably accepted to marry Viserys because she had been promised all the delight that would come with being a Queen, much more if she would've been able to give the King sons, which was what he lacked and what he was remarrying for. Anyone would be happy with that idea. Especially an 18 year old girl who, although described as smart for her age, was surely not a mastermind that wanted to rule the world, please, she just wanted to be happy despite the horrors of the world she was born into.

It's that when she does her duty and gives Viserys not one, not two, but THREE sons and he still doesn't do shit about the succession crisis that is actively waiting to happen then what is she supposed to feel? All her life has been a lie, she's stuck in a position she would've never chosen for herself if only she knew better. To top it all off, the princess that is actually named heir does whatever she pleases and trusts her father to clean up her mess, which somehow ALWAYS WORKS, and is proving herself to be a major risk to the lives of her children if she doesn't react as soon as she gets the chance.

She's had multiple reasons to believe Rhaenyra could and would have killed her brothers the moment they stood in her way, and they kept piling up one after the other, but of course dowright admitting she was doing it to preserve her own safety would draw little to no support, duh, lords don't care about anyone's children unless it's theirs, of course they had to argue it was because Rhaenyra was a woman and she had bastards. That was the only way someone might've been interested to join their cause, because to the eyes of other nobles it turned into a matter of keeping up a certain model of society that gave them various advantages.

And let's not act like the Lords on Rhaenyra's side were that much different either. The Velaryons were Team Black solely because of Baela and Rhaena's betrothal, and other houses simply did the math between the side that had 11 dragons and the side that had 4, and chose the one with more flying nuclear weapons. At that point the ulterior motive was choosing teams because you genuinely wholeheartedly supported Aegon or Rhaenyra, not because you had something to gain lol.

So yes, Rhaenyra is still getting usurped even if she marries Harwin Strong, because she's still a risk to Alicent's children and because siring bastards is probably the least bad thing she's done up until that point. Rhaenyra's genitals and her kids are not the only arguments the Greens can use against her, I promise.

#house of the dragon #fire and blood #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black

[yawnderu]

your post about people mischaracterizing call of duty chars is kinda giving misogyny. i don't support noncon but seriously you act like men being mischaracterized in comfort fics is some kind of hate crime. they're fictional characters that spread military propaganda and kill people.

the fictional man is not oppressed bro. it rubs me the wrong way how many of u focus on berating female fanfic writers. focus on the fact that nearly every female character since the beginning of time (especially underaged ones) has been sexualized by men to the point of having their personality erased, features changed, actors harassed. especially female characters with strict storylines of trauma and family issues and mental health right in the source material. you have to read wikis and shit to even find out about ghost's trauma (besides the grief) and there are fics posted every day of trauma comfort, accurate portrayals of his ptsd, cute 141 friendships etc. can you name a single time a woman has been written with that much care by a straight cis male fanfic writer? i can't. i promise a "tiktok girl" mischaracterizing ghost isn't the end of the world.

don't even say "they're both bad" as a copout or mention how ghost has ptsd or something and would never mistreat a woman. like bro, i agree, but the people writing noncon of him are 99% of the time REAL women who are also sa victims, likely to a man. which btw, ptsd never stopped men from being the majority of sa perpetrators, but that's beside the point.

yes it's inaccurate when sum1 writes konig like a baby or ghost as a sex god. yes, some tropes r problematic. but let's not act like our "accurate" writing is realistic. in a group of men like the task force (especially knowing how military men are) i highly doubt even half of them would be respectful, open to love, loyal, good politics, etc. yet we all write them like husband material. because it's cope for the real world.

throwing real women's coping mechanisms under the bus in favor of fictional men will always be weird, sorry.

>The effort it takes to do the mental gymnastics of seeing anything in my posts from when I first made this account where female writers are NEVER mentioned is so weird. Some of my most popular works are noncon, and as a victim of rape and CSA/SA who has changed her views on writing that type of content and most of the stuff in those posts, I sort of get what you mean, despite the weird rant in anon.

Please remember that anything you read in here are just words baby, they shouldn't disrupt your soul this much. 😭😭😭

#stray answers #weird anons

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello, I seem to have found myself with an issue at work. My wife’s a demon. Literally. Her family hails from a realm of chaos but we met when she moved here for work. I talk about her fairly often so I had assumed all my coworkers were aware of her genus.

However, on Friday a couple of colleagues I don’t know so well pulled me aside to “discuss how I speak about my wife”. Apparently when I’ve been referring to my wife a demon they had been assuming I’m nothing more than a wife-hating misogynist. I unfortunately understand where they’re coming from; a lot of men my age do to speak poorly of their wives, but I adore mine! She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and when I call her a demon I say it with nothing but complete respect for her genus and her culture.

When they confronted me I panicked. All I could do was mutter some vague promise about doing better, then I scrambled to my car before they could say another word.

Since then I haven’t stopped thinking about what happened. Do people think I’ve been complaining about my wife for the last 20 years and have always been afraid to speak up? Or worse, do some of my acquaintances even support with that kind of behaviour?

In addition, should I speak to my colleagues about their assumptions about my wife’s genus? I’m rather uncomfortable that they heard “demon” and assumed I meant it both metaphorically and in a derogative manner. They’re generally nice people who were trying to call out what they perceived to be poor behaviour on my part. I don’t want to put them off intervening in future, but that doesn’t change their mistake now. I just don’t know what to do.

[Inspired by this post https://www.tumblr.com/acecorvid/744120113970790400]

Oh dear, reader. It sounds like you and your colleagues have got yourselves into a bit of an unnecessary muddle here. Fortunately, it's nothing a little clear communication can't help.

First of all, I absolutely agree that there is something problematic in their quickness to hear negativity and criticism in terminology relating to infernal species.

Based on the way you've spoken about your relationship here, it seems unlikely that you've been using this language while also speaking about your wife in a derogatory, dismissive way.

By failing to see these context clues and simply assuming you couldn't possibly be talking about an actual demon, your colleagues have shown their own sapio-centric bias.

At the same time, though, it's a good sign that they're willing to speak up against casual misogyny – even if their enthusiasm is, in this particular case, misplaced. You can use this good intention as a way to navigate the conversation itself.

Instead of telling them all the ways they're wrong, start off by acknowledging their efforts to push back against the patriarchy. Use this as a way to segue into the actual issue, letting them know that their willingness to speak up to you makes you feel able to correct their own misapprehension.

You don't need to belabour the point. However, I do think it's worth explicitly noting that it was a particularly unfortunate mistake to make, given how it feeds into sapio-centric culture in general and anti-infernal prejudice specifically.

Of course, this doesn't address your concerns about how you've been perceived by your friends and coworkers prior to this incident. Unfortunately, there's nothing to be done about people's past misapprehensions. At the same time, I wonder how realistic your concerns are.

You've known some of these people for 20 years. You speak about your wife often, and are supportive and enthusiastic about her culture. Presumably at some point you've mentioned engaging with her cultural practices, celebrating certain holidays and rituals, visiting family on other planes, and so on.

If anyone who's known you as long as all that still hasn't picked up on this, that's really on them.

As for worrying that you may have acquaintances who think you agree with their misogynistic views, the answer there is simple: do your actions otherwise indicate that you might be a person who would support such ideas?

If someone says or does something misogynistic in your presence, do you have the integrity to speak up about it? Are you involved in supporting equality and diversity in your workplace? Are you someone your friends and acquaintances could come to for support in the face of discrimination?

Most importantly, as the example with your colleagues demonstrates, are you a person who can hear criticism and make an effort to unlearn your own prejudices and preconceptions?

If you can answer yes to those questions, you have nothing to fear. You are already doing what you can do push back against structures of inequality and prejudice, and are in little danger of being mistaken for a bigot. And if not, you have some next steps to take on that journey.

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#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

[sagephilosophie]

ROYAL REQUEST

┆RINDOU H.

Chapter II : Sanzu's Wife 「Masterlist」

꩜ Chapter Summary ▸ For nothing can cure the princess' broken heart, but the wedding bells crushed into dust.

꩜ Chapter Tags ▸ Implied/Referenced Pregnancy, historically accurate misogyny, Arranged Marriage, Cheating, historically accurate systemic oppression, slight suggestive content.

꩜ Word Count ▸ 5995

The Shibuya kingdom; known for their powerful political and financial figures, authority over the rest of the kingdoms within the Tokyo empire, widely civilized society, and graceful princess that will bring them peace by marrying into the Kantou kingdom royal family.

Never had the princess been so terrified of her way back home.

(Name) watched coldly as the carriage pass by the forest, lake, and farms and for once she couldn't admire them, the future looked so harmful through the greens, the urge to open the door of the moving cart and roll off the hill was pretty tempting.

Her head went to two directions, one autocalming her with memories of the previous night, of Rindou's messy mauve hair in her grasp as his muscular one held tight to her thighs, oh the pure euphoria as his lips painted her neck similar color to his orbs, all while mercilessly fucking her. The other making up horrifying scenarios, of her lover targeted by the Shibuya and Kantou royal family, of having to end up in a loveless marriage and possibly never seeing Rindou again.

'If i can't marry whom i love...' she thought '...i won't love whom i marry.' A promise. A fake promise. She cared for Sanzu... just not like that... never like that...

At the thought of Sanzu a memory popped up into her head...

"(Nickname)! Over here!", Happily gestured the Tokyo prince, as the little princess tried to keep up with him and the Yokohama prince running up the hill, racing to the cherry tree.

Unfortunately for her, they had too much energy to match that she had to stop midway to sit down and catch her breath.

"Manjiro! Keisuke! (Nickname) is tired", Rushed the Kantou prince to her side, taking her hand and offering her a plum he just got before finding them.

The other two kids stopped their tracks and ran back the opposite direction, making the four of them sitting and facing the Tokyo imperial palace, that looked like a toy house from their point of view.

"Do you still have more plums?"

"Stop thinking of food all the time"

"No one was talking to you"

"Both of you be quiet already!!"

"What will you do if we don't?"

"I will tell your brother Shinichiro"

"No you will not"

"Yes i would"

"Then catch me first"

Manjiro got back on his feet and continued running as Baji followed along, both kids giggled and called for Sanzu to play catch with them, the boy in question moved away and squated for (name), "i will carry you around, now let's beat them!"

She climbed his back and he ran after the troubled boys to the cherry tree. The sounds of children laughing echoed across the open area.

It was put to the test more than once how Sanzu was a loyal friend and companion who would always have her back. Including these times.

As a matter of fact, they haven't seen to one another since the engagement ceremony nor spoke during it, he was well aware she wasn't taking the news as happy ones so he was making sure to give her space; another small considerate act from Haru that still meant a load.

There was more supporting factors for that, however - aside from the superstition of the unluck threatening the groom and bride presuming they meet before the wedding - the Kantou kingdom faced a number of political menaces that kept the wedding delaying; from going on a hunt for the traitor of the royal military, to encountering two seperate rebellion movements known as Moebius and Valhalla, leading them to suffer severe damages especially with their most capable captain, Yasuhiro Muto, fleeing the territory upon being discovered as the traitor they were looking for.

Rumour has it, he works for an underground alliance between corrupted royal figures to dethrone the now emperor, Shinichiro Sano.

The prince, tangled through all this mess, being the only capable working royal around to take care of the kingdom, that he became a serious mess - almost reaching Rindou's workaholism level - that he had no time in his hand to meet up with the princess nor discuss their opinions - not that it mattered - they were in neutral terms with the idea anyways, even she was willing at one point to be Sanzu's wife ... that was until Rindou and his gorgeous face interfered.

Within their love hours she couldn't think properly of the consequences, the disgrace of having a premarital affair with a different man than her betrothed, the possible treason against the council's decision to her courtship allegation, the crossed boundaries between respected allies such as the Kantou kingdom, and the threats of supplies getting cut and the innocent civilians end up in an extreme famine because of her... The consequences kept getting worse as she listed them, all of that flew over her head back then, all they could've thought as worst case scenario was separating from one another.

-

The shame was late, the realisation of the situation only hit (name) as she passed the gates, heading to the meeting tower. That damned tower.

She couldn't recognize the way inside her own home anymore, the stairs were getting taller and taller the more steps she took, the sound of her own footwear against the surface haunted her.

"May this go right so i would too...", she chanted under her breath repeatedly. The promises she made all day were to no one but the void, saying something with a meaning of 'help me out of this one and i will stop sinning' sounded ridiculous when she'd break her vows faster than ever if and when Rindou shows up.

The meeting room door swung open... The members of the council shifted their full attention to (name). The mood got tense and the wind blowing outside the brick wall sounds ever so clear.

"May we be of assistance... your royal highness ?", urged Lord Kisaki Tetta with a sharp tone - that she didn't appreciate.

"Yes... i mean.... well....", she inhaled intensely, "i came with an announcement..."

"And what may that be ?", the king replying from across the room caught her off guard, unnerving her more.

"I- uh...."

Breath in...

"The t-t-thing is...."

Breath out...

"You make me happy princess..."

That was all the encouragement she needed.

"I wish to cancel my engagement to Haru."

The room flipped; everyone yelled in unisen that words were incomprehensible, but the curses were too loud to miss, no doubt they were going to freak out but shouting insults at her in the presence of the king took her aback - more concerningly that he was too... collected...

Tears threatened to fall as the slurs kept rolling, the men got up from their chairs holding their work papers for dear life to revise the outcomes of the alternative she suggested, unnecessarily calling her a Bitch behind every word, the unreasonable ferality getting out of hand.

"QUIET!!!!! QUIET GENTLEMEN!!!!!", Duke Ken Ryuguji silenced the raging circle and warned them, "I should remind fellow members of the Shibuya council to watch their tounges, when speaking to our Princess."

Everyone behaved themselves on his command; the Duke was well respected as the right arm of the Tokyo empire crown prince, Manjiro Sano.

"Well pardon me, Your grace", Kisaki's mischievous voice barged in, signaling no good, "are you perhaps implying you... support her royal highness' statement?"

"I have not implied a thing, Sir Kisaki", Ken answered him in a serious note, "however, i believe we should hear her out."

"Sure, sure, oh please elaborate on your catastrophic, disadvantageous, and death-dealing vision, princess (name)! We're all ears!", sarcastically added Kisaki.

"Oh don't be ridiculous... that's just melodramatic...", She can hear Ken growling from his place prior to replying again on her behalf.

"Is it now ?", The malicious man moved from his seat closer to the center to address the entire room, "Shall i remind you all what awaits us if prince Takeomi dies ?"

The silence in the room got loud, a cold breeze roamed around. Not even the princess dared to argue with... what started the arrangements;

The Shibuya kingdom and the Kantou kingdom had a long-term tied history... ever since the late emperor, Mansaku sano, gave them close lands both kingdoms favored the other and have been practising inside trades, Shibuya ended up excessively relying on Kantou's agricultural goods, which was proven to be disastrous on one fateful day;

When the crown prince of Kantou, Takeomi Akashi, disguised himself and roamed the villages of Shibuya, unwarned, the prince was cornered by a group of Knights that knocked him out and beat him up, his head was severely injured which left him comatosed.

To avoid war and conflicts, the council acted fast to find the culprits and publicly execute them, but that was not enough.. Kantou parliament wasn't going to let that slide so fast as Takeomi showed no signs of recovery and they had to resort to preparing the spare for the role of a crown prince.

Said spare, Haruchiyo Akashi - now Sanzu for safety measurements - also received the most awaited duty of an heir; to conceive a child, that's when Shibuya council jumped at the chance to offer a peace treaty by making arrangements to marry off their beloved princess, (name), to Sanzu so all ends contently.

Or so they thought.

The tower dared not talk back to Kisaki after reminding them how important this marriage was for the sake of peace, all were convinced there was no way around this, either she marries Sanzu or war it is.

"Am glad we're all in the same page, however...", He turned to face the bride-to-be with a nerve-wrecking smile, "I'm curious..."

The princess gave him a puzzled look at what he was building up to.

"what made you to change your mind two days before the wedding..."

Her expression twisted when he finished off, "maybe another man ?"

She broke into cold sweat at the indirect mention of Rindou, all the ways they could try to hurt him if she admits anything....

The silence made it too late.

"And there you have it, gentlemen."

A loud slam was heard from across the room...

The king tossed his chair away and made his way to where the princess was standing, "is it true ?"

Upon receiving no answer a loud slap echoed, "you whore... who is he? Give me the name. Now."

She held her cheek and tears streamed down her face. Still no answer. The king's expression got dark and enraged he ordered, "That settles it."

The king turned to face the council, "Princess (Name) is to be wed to Prince Haruchiyo by the chosen date", he got back to her once again, "and you better cut off your little affair if you know what's good for you.

End of."

With that, the meeting ended and the men in the room were dismissed.

The princess ran away from the tower and seeked refuge in her chamber, the ladies-in-waiting in there hovered over their crying lady as she covered her face with her hands and sobbed loudly, they couldn't make up what she was saying while she sniffled between words.

In a blow up moment, (name) ordered everybody out harshly, and was left alone to hear her own ragged breathing.

She moved near the mirror and stared wide-eyed into her own eyes in the reflection, in disbelief of the mess she looked like...

-

(Name) sat still in front of the mirror and stared coldly back at her own eyes in the reflection while the maid was adding the final touch to the flower crown to the bride, she had been all dolled up for the Prince; the royal family requested the best tailors from the west to specifically make her the most majestic wedding dress - that was singlehandedly made of 7 layers from the finest fabrics in the empire - to speak of years to come, professional stylists and beauticians travelled across the empire to Kantou kingdom just for the darling princess' most suitable hair style and cosmetics.

None of that impressed her. Truly acting like a lifeless doll since arriving to her new home, the Kantou kingdom. Absent-mindedly being bathed by the maids, she stared into the abyss as the warm water ran down her body.

"You're beautiful..."

The door opened and another maid curtsied, "it is time, my lady"

Her vision blurred when she stood up and her hearing was muffled, she walked down the hallway within her 'home' and made up the nobleladies talking to her but not their words.

She've been to the Kantou palace many times, but it felt strange and unfamiliar like it was her first time seeing this path.

Next thing she knew the door was creaking and the lights in the venue almost blinded her, faded faces were staring her way awaiting for her arrival, the musicians changed the song into what sounded like her dreadful fate...

Douce dame jolie,

Pour dieu ne pensés mie...

(Sweet, beautiful lady,

For god's sake, do not think...)

the guests lowered their wine glasses, and the cleric moved next to her so soon-to-be father-in-law, King Akashi...

Que nulle ait signorie...

(That anyone rules over me...)

The Shibuya kingdom king closer than everyone, ready to walk her down the aisle towards a classy pink-haired gentleman that's further from her than everyone, he had his hands clasped clearly waiting more impatiently than everyone else for his bride's move...

Seur moy fors vous seulement...

( But you alone...)

But she can only recognise Rindou in the crowd, misty-eyed with dark circles, his lips curved into a pout and she felt her heart break to the right person being in the wrong place...

Qu'adès sans tricherie...

Chierie...

(For endlessly and without falsehood...

I have cherished you...)

Feeling alive again, (name) unmindfully moved forward, only to be cuffed to her father's arm taking her to the luxurious dungeons known as her fate -or hell in her made up world...

Vous ay et humblement...

(And humbly...)

She stared around once more and the image was clear again. This is happening... her eyes widened at seeing the cleric and Sanzu getting closer from her point of view...

Tous les jours de ma vie...

Servie...

(All the days of my life...

I have served you...)

she turned her head to see the duke, he had the thousand yard stare like she never saw him before whilst Ran had a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, worried for him...

Sans villain pensement...

(With no unworthy thought...)

The king kissed his child's forehead through the veil and extended her hand to hold the groom's - who helped her up by his side - and the cleric began speaking, "we are gathered here today by god's will to join this man and this woman..."

Helas! et je mendie...

D'esperance et d'aïe...

(Alas! And i beg...

For hope and aid...)

The cleric's voice went faint as Sanzu turned his head and murmered kindly to his young bride's ear, "My princess, I'm grateful that you're the one with whom I'll spend the rest of my life..."

Dont ma joie est fenie...

(For my joy is ended...)

Her eyelids kept twitching at the overload of her thoughts, memories, and visions. Glancing at the middle akashi next to her, he is stunning; his long rosy hair neat and tied in a ponytail only one strand of hair fell on his face but it wasn't out of place, his white and golden ensemble made him look more king-like than a prince, he wore a small smirk on his soft pink lips that can only be seen from his side profile - where she was standing - the only thing topping all that are his ocean eyes underneath his long snow eyelashes. The man was god-crafted...

Se pité ne vous en prent...

(If you do not take pity...)

The cleric arranged the clock and gave both of them time to read out their vows, hand in hand, locked eyes, and the vows were coming to an end - and so was the future for her...

Douce dame jolie,

Pour dieu ne pensés mie...

Que nulle ait signorie,

Seur moy fors vous seulement...

(Sweet, beautiful lady,

For god's sake, do not think...

That anyone rules over me,

But you alone...)

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, You may now kiss the bride."

Mais vo douce maistrie...

Maistrie...

(But your sweet mastery...

Masters...)

Sanzu lifted the Princess' veil, her paranoid eyes gazed into his love-struck ones and his hands lovingly stroke her cheeks as he held her...

Mon cuer si durement...

(My heart so harshly...)

Rindou couldn't watch anymore and dropped his head with the scene unfolding, closing his eyes tightly and fighting the tears...

Qu'elle le contralie...

Et lie...

(That it torments...

And binds it...)

Ran watched worriedly on behalf of his brother at the newlyweds sharing their first kiss and the crowd cheering loudly, he - unlike them - understand the dynamics around the room and couldn't enjoy the ceremony like the rest of the invitees...

En amour tellement.

(So much in love.)

-

A giant table was set after the ceremony for the royal families and their guests, serving gallons of alcohol that filled their golden chalices. Everyone was too focused on their ceremonial beverage whilst (name) hopelessly searched for Rindou with her eyes, no sign of him anywhere.

King akashi got up and raised his wine, drawing everyone's attention towards him, "this is a toast... to my daughter-in-law! welcome to the family (name)."

The young royal snapped out of her headspace and thanked him quietly, when her king followed next, "My old friend... this is a toast to our new family bond... TO FAMILY!!"

The men and women raised their own drinks and applauded to their drunken speech, every second that passes by in that dining hall, the princess shifts closer to insanity, things can only get worse for her when she accidentally overheard her husband's cousin make a remark to him, telling him to monitor his drinking to stay awake tonight, and she felt sick to her stomach at that very mention.

Sanzu did tell his drunk cousin off, but the reminder of what's to happen this night was suffocating enough.

"Not drinking, princess ?", the older haitani crept from beside her that she practically jumped on Sanzu, "it's your night, you know."

"No, I'm not gonna drink", she answered him and he hummed swirling the wine goblet in his hand, on her other side, Sanzu scolded his old acquaintance, "leave her alone, Ran."

"You are of luck...", added Ran, "not anyone can melt down stones..."

Sanzu scoffed at that metaphor and took another sip of his whiskey, but (name) understood whom he really meant.

He got up to walk away, "Take care of him, (name)... he doesn't show it too often but he needs your love.", the Roppongi prince's disguised request flew over everyone's head, only he and his brother's lover knew the real meaning behind his blessing.

Ran smiled, "and that maid is a looker.", he winked playfully and left the dining hall, the comment confused her until she turned to find said maid approaching to announce in her ears,

"it is time to go to the bridal chamber, my lady."

-

The way to the bridal chamber was uncomfortable, she could hear her heartbeats pounding excessively, she tripped over her own feet a couple of times and the night wasn't lookong so great from here.

Her legs froze in their place at the presence of Rindou on the way, looking at her like a kicked puppy. If it weren't for the maids, she would've jumped in his arms immediately.

She stared at him tenderly, the most joyful she has been all day, she stood there silently in hope he'd say anything, absolutely anything and she would agree and leave with him wherever. But the princess' pain was immeasurable when he averted his eyes. 'Oh... he doesn't care anymore...'

"Leave, Rindou...", (Name) whimpered, "this my first night what do you still need here..."

The duke's silence done nothing but infuriate her and the tears streaming down her face grew warmer that she snapped at him,

"I... I... I... I TRIED- AND- AND YOU'RE- YOU'RE HE...RE- JUST WHAT ARE- WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE???????!!!!!!!!", she stammered in her cries, beating his chest with both her fists until he held them tightly with his own, "LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! JU- JUST... GO.... LEAVE ME RIN...DOU..."

His heart shattered at hearing his love bawling - because of him nonetheless - so he respected her wish and left her as a shell of a woman.

The maids stepped closer to hold the crying lady, escorting her away from the hall, unbothered to any drama only fulfilling their mission to get her ready for their nuptial night.

-

Changing her into a cream lace nightgown didn't do much to stop the princess from crying a river, the older maid of the two taking care of her kept telling her stuff about a woman's duty to endure pain for her husband and some other nonsense she didn't care enough to listen to.

'This is wrong... this is all wrong...'

She lived this scene before; getting ready waiting for her man under the moonlight, and it isn't as charming the second time, most definitely because the man about to enter the chamber is her childhood friend and not the one she loved and lost her virginity to.

Not one, but two relationships are about to be ruined by this night... if the fight with Rindou didn't already do enough damage that is.

When the young maid let go of her hair and they both curtsied, there was no need to look at the door to figure her fate arrived.

Sanzu ordered both maids out and approached the bed, she had already stopped crying from alarm but was now in the mood to bite if he tried anything funny. It was on to the second stage of heartbreak, full fury.

He placed his hand with care under her chin and moved her face to meet his, she finally noticed him; he had let his long pink hair down and left the bangs fall on his face really close to his half-lidded eyes, a pink blush covered his face as he still had that smirk on his scarred lips, staring down his white and golden robe was now open revealing his abs - even though Rindou was more muscular - and one last thing she noticed was a red dagger tied to his belt before drawing her attention again, "look at me..."

"Why was my wife crying ? This is a happy occasion you know...", Sanzu muttered while his finger stroked her chin, her angry expression was the only response he got, "tell me what's wrong, pretty..."

Slowly and patiently, he brought her face closer to his own only to be pushed hard into the ground, Sanzu gave her a puzzled look, "(Nickname)? No seriously what's wrong ?"

"Everything was just alright. Thank you", the bride responded harshly and stomped away from him.

The prince got up on his feet to follow her and held a hand in place as she struggled, "wait- you can't- where are you going ?"

"None of your business.", She freed her hand from his grasp and pushed him again this time not strong enough to trip him down, "and i have no business here with a jester like you."

Sanzu held her back in place, hugging from behind with one arm holding her wrists down in another, "come on there is no need to keep pushing me, sit still so we can talk!!!"

"LET GO OF ME!!!", they kept struggling like that, the princess trying to free herself by knocking him down while he kept her in place.

"Promise you won't push again first.", she eventually nodded so he retreated a few steps still holding her left wrist gently, "now, look at me and just talk..."

She turned furiously and slapped him, "just talk ???? JUST TALK????? I don't want you !!!!! I don't want to marry you !!!!!! what's so hard to understand ??????"

Sanzu held his cheek shockingly at the outburst of the princess he knew and grew up with all his life, he never saw her like this nor did they ever have to get violant. The graceful and elegant Shibuya's sweetheart princess losing her composure and letting it all out on her childhood friend - now husband - it was like witnessing a headline for stories to come, really taking him aback. This was not the (name) he knew, something was extremely wrong and he stayed quiet to listen in if she tells him.

She saw red just by staring at him, his entire being was irritating her, she tried to slap him again but he dodged, the pent-up rage from the entire day has reached its limit and now the culprit was right in front of her, she went on to attack him but he still overpowered her, "calm down!!!!! (Name)!!!!!!"

"You don't get it- You never will !!!!!!!!! You won't understand what it's like !!!!!!!!!!!! Being a DEAL....... a god damn PRODUCT!!!!!!!!!!! You're to blame!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH- FOOLISH BASTARD-", Sanzu didn't say anything as his wife was losing her sanity and kept on insulting and yelling at him, still trying to land a hit on him but he controlled their position enough to hold her close as she cried in his arms in the end.

The second Akashi son picked (name) up bridal style and tucked her in bed, watching her closely cry herself to sleep. When the room finally got quiet from the sniffs, he took put his dagger and it on his finger to see how sharp it is.

As quiet as he can, he stabbed his own hand and left the blood drip on the mattress.

"Sleep well..."

-

The next morning, two maids opened the curtains to sneak the sunshine in, the princess woke up anxiously and examined her surroundings, oh, that's right, she lives in Kantou palace now.

"Good morning, my lady.", a maid curtsied before her.

"...where's Haru ?"

"His royal highness woke up a long time ago and he told me to inform you he wished to have breakfast with the entire royal family before his departure to close a deal with an old acquaintance so they are now waiting for your arrival", the princess stared half-mindedly at the woman standing, then at the ones behind her.

"... I will be there in a minute.", she tried getting up but almost fell, the three women rushed to her side, two of them staying to help her change into a presentable gown, the last one took the blooded mattress specifically and left behind everything else.

She looked at the ground, mind occupied by last night and how she treated Haruchiyo. If she must be honest, she'd say she feels ashamed to see him again, but to be sincere, she needs to apologise, so she took a couple of deep breaths, and headed to the garden.

The atmosphere in the garden was rather calming, enough to distract her from the tense one she's living, the flora and the breeze warmed up a spot inside her broken heart.

"Oooohhhhh~ siiiiiiiiiisterrrrr innnnn lawwwwww~"

(Name) followed the voice to find the grand duchess, Senju Akashi, waving for her to join their breakfast table. She did find a spot next to Haruchiyo, but tried finding another to avoid the awkwardness, unfortunately, there was exactly five chairs; King Akashi always sits at the head of the table, the seat that was supposed to be opposite of him taken away, Senju facing her brother and sitting next to her grandmother. Oh. Meaning the only chair left was supposed to be Takeomi's. How unpleasant.

The Kantou princess swallowed her pride and sat next to her spouse, deciding to only apologise when they're alone. Sanzu, however, didn't get that idea as he put the food down and gazed worriedly at his life-long friend changing towards him the moment she became his wife.

The king broke the tension by starting small talk, "What a joyous twist of events!!! i remember you kids being inseparable... oh, i also remember my Senju here begging to play with you two, but her brother scolds her and she comes crying to me!"

"DAD!!!", The old king laughed at his daughter's embarrasment of the memory, the newest Akashi consort found their bond adorable, Senju's open behaviour with her father was something Shibuya royal life couldn't allow for her own.

Despite the mention of Takeomi saddening them, Haruchiyo chuckled at his sister too and they shared a small happy family moment.

"Oh come on, Haru, Dad also brought up you two inseparable love birds~", Senju teased her brother.

"Senju don't-"

"I wonder how inseparable you were last n- OUCH!!!!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?????", Sanzu pinched his sister before she could finish her sentence, "I said. Don't."

"WHAT DID I DO NOW???!!!!"

"Your brother is right, Dear, that's a private matter."

"I was just curioussssss!!!! Back me up here, nana!!!!", the energetic girl shook the old lady slightly, getting no reaction at all, she couldn't even hear her.

On the contrary, the woman only looked over to see (Name) and smiled brightly, "grandson... who is this lovely lady ?"

The princess couldn't help but smile back, she could feel the pain following her the past three days soothing. Her husband equally as relaxed by seeing her smile after their intense fight.

"It's your grandson's wife, mother", Father Akashi answered her.

"What ?"

"YOUR GRANDSON'S WIFE!!!!", Senju raised her voice for the antecedent queen to hear better.

"Greatson is alive ? Congratulations", Senju frowned at her failure when the two men broke into laughter.

"Oh don't disappoint your nana son, do give her a great-grandson! I'm waiting for my grandson as well"

"Oh, for sure...", Haruchiyo's reply made the noble lady put down her utensils, "...At this rate we will get you as many grandchildren as you wish!"

The princess' smile dropped as rage boiled up inside her, she slammed the table getting up and left her in-laws in confusion, Sanzu got up to run after her but she kept running away from him, "(Name) WAIT!!!!!" "GO AWAY!!!"

The prince managed to corner her before she could reach the gates and whisper-shouted, "why did you leave like that ??!! What now ???!!!"

"You little- Who do you think you are ?! I will not bare your children!!!! Who even said i will agree to consumate this marriage ?!", She argued.

"Shhhhhh lower down your voice, if the council find out your hymen didn't even break, you will be in bigger trouble than i am and you should know that by now!!", he got closer to answer back in a low voice, "listen, (name), i'm serious don't mention that outloud again!! I'm sorry... but they don't care about you, they just see you as a womb, and they won't hesitate to hurt you... not even I can protect you from their panorama that far, so please just... cooperate and play nice till we have that heir and they will leave you alone... please."

The princess gave him a piercing glare and murmered, "You can not threaten me into letting you impregnate me, Haruchiyo..."

"I'M NOT-", The stressed man sighed and ran his fingers through his hair to pull himself together, "that is not what i said, we will have that child whenever you feel like it... but for the time being do not make it too obvious. For your own. Safety."

She moved dangerously close to his face, "And we are having that child never."

Yelping as Sanzu held her face with one hand, his expression got dark, "I have been saying since morning, we don't have much choice here."

She almost fell when he let go, this time it was his turn to show hostility in his tone, "Weither you liked it or not, it is the only fucking reason you are here, so you can give me an offspring. I am not a fucking god to alter every course of your reality that you do not like, give me a fucking break, i'm trying my best here. Welcome to your new life now."

(Name) took a step back and left running, she can hear her husband calling for her to come back but her tears decided trusting him won't be a choice anymore.

She ordered the guards by the gate to prepare her a carriage in a hurry.

'I won't stay here a minute longer...'

-

The princess sobbed on the entire way to Roppongi kingdom, the place where she felt love at its peak.

She needs to see Rindou now, whatever it takes.

Passing by the vast fields from the Haitanis' territory, the sharp feelings since confronting the council ate away the allure and innocence of the first impression she had on the route to their castle .

"i'll be with you through every minute"

Rindou's husky voice recited again and again in her thoughts to convince herself this is the right thing to do, be with the younger Haitani, always and forever.

She payed no attention to anything but the daydream to embrace him, not the carriage stopping at the center of the estate, not the guards dropping their heads low in her presence, not all gates opening to pave the way, not the servants trying to interrogate her visit, no one and nothing were cared for.

(Name) approached the stairs, determined to reach her lover's room when she was stopped by the older Haitani, "Princess ? What are you doing here ?"

"I made a mistake, Ran...", 'pushing him away last night', "I need to speak to Rindou!!!

"I don't know about that, (name)... meeting Rindou now is a bad idea-"

"Please- i really need to see him please..."

"(Name)... it's risky i mean... does your husband even know you're here?"

She began to weep again and Ran found himself with no choice, "No nononononono- look look it's alright you can go talk to him, but make it quick! He's in the Library, here let me show you the way..."

The princess wiped her tears and followed him, recklessly running to where Ran was pointing when they got closer and swinging the door open.

"RIN!!!!"

"...Princess?!", Rindou tossed his book away getting up hastily from the chair, his hair was a mess and his face looked tired, it doesn't take a genius to figure out he hadn't slept that night.

No time wasted, she jumped into his arms, "oh Rinny... i'm so sorry i should have never let you go... i love you!!"

At loss for words, the duke hugged her back hesitantly, "My princess, i love you too but...", carefully he broke apart from the hug, "... you're not mine anymore..."

"Don't say that, Rin!!! of course i'm yours i...", (Name) looked him deep in the eyes and caressed his cheek, "I only belong to you..."

Rindou put the hand on his cheek down and held it tightly, he summed up the courage to tell her in a cracking voice, "You have a husband now, (Name), this is your chance to live happily ever after... and it wouldn't be love if i ruin it..."

"No... no Rindou don't- i don't love him, Rin... you're... the only one i can live happily with i-... my body and soul, both are yours, i will never let anyone possess them after you..."

Catching her hint, the man finally brightened up and gave in to his desire to keep holding her, happily taking her in his arms.

Caught up in the moment, they leaned in to kiss passionately, the kiss escalated to Rindou grobing her lustfully as she kept moaning his name into his lips.

Rindou moved to her neck, leaving hickies left and right, she opened her eyes for a moment to find herself staring into familiar blue eyes with long snow eyelashes by the open door.

...

Oh, the old acquaintance he had to close a deal with...

-

A/N: Thank you so much for reading <3 (There will be way more Sanzu next chapter cuz i feel bad for him)

@sagephilosophie

#Royal Request #i write! #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani x you #tokrev x reader #rindou haitani smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #royalty au #vee's

[silantryoo]

as much as im annoyed by the potential implications of the mhj/hybe drama i do feel like theres way too much speculation rn ... rlly doesn't sit so well with me that everyone is bashing on mhj alone (im not supporting her either though) and not bang sihyuk too. some hybe stans rlly js worship the guy and idk why . its not like he's innocent too. like those texts from him are so annoying too. abt if she's satisfied that nwjns is so popular and also abt trying to rival aespa / bp alone ...

hybe has sm power and r known for their mediaplay so i rlly do wish people would keep that in mind instead of doing their own speculation to bash on mhj . we don't know fs if she's the reason behind seunghan, youngseo, etc .... it seems so forced that everyone just collectively is making stuff up on their own theories and pissing on her. like im all for it when everything's done with but it's giving misogyny to me ughhh idk how to explain it eitherr without sounding like a mhj stan I PROMISE IM NOT TAKING HER SIDE T_T i just cant help but feel like poeple find it easier to hate and bash on women sometimes. even me scrolling x nowadays feels so annoying. literally feel so bad for illit and nwjns rn.

personally i was a teeny annoyed that illit had a similar image to nwjns w their nostalgia/coquettecore (also though just seems like cute/youthful concept is making a cb in general in kpop) but only because their songs on super real me were the exact type of songs i liked most from nwjns (super shy, hurt etc. the softer less peppy songs compared to hybe boy) so it bothered me that there was an implication that nwjns might be forced to distance itself to a more differing concept to keep some contrast btwn the two ... but ik that's not illit's fault at all (literally love the girls sm im a runext fan ^^) i feel like i can understand the upset that illit was getting a similar concept when every other grp before illit in hybe had more defined concepts seperating each other. but once again that's all hybe's doing ...... seeing the choreographers supporting mhj too makes it seem like not even the nwjns team or even all the staff were on board with the references in the choreo either...

anyways i do hope this controversy doesnt impede on either grps promos :( and i rlly hope everything gets sorted out... im srsly hoping this doesnt turn into a 5050 situtation again but with nwjns i was so upset when that happened . was curious on what your thoughts were or if u were keeping up with everything?

the way im coming back to reply to this first thing after my exams is insane, but this nwjns thing makes me so angry for all the idols under hybe. both parties j cares sm ab money that they're blindsided by the potential of ruining their idols careers, mental health and images. mhj is being stupid and hybe does seem to be doing anything to protect nwjns (as far as we know. i could be wrong).

(yawl, jsyk i obv dont have ALL the information. from what ive seen online and the articles ive read, this is what I THINK. ME. youre free to think smthn else, whether i agree or not.)

i def thing that bang hyung sik (bhs) isn't innocent either. although min heejin (mhj), in my opinion, is more in the wrong j based on the treatment of other idols, bhs seemed to provoke her, and on top of that, the company seems to blindly support ppl and give them a platform so long as they make profit for the company. ive been seeing a lot of ppl saying hes j human but youd think theres a reason why mhj got kicked from sm, yk? and you j took her back in w open arms.

hybe is v good at media play fs. its their forte, and ppl seemed to stray from the from the main problem. mhj is using nwjns as a weapon. hybe probably is doing the same thing w their other groups too, dont get me wrong. ppl seem to forget that this entire issue isnt "drama", its a legal battle ensuing between a huge corporation and its subsidiary. hybe has infinite power compared to ador. its horrible on both ends.

the thing is tho, mhj has consistently been showing the public red flags. the lyrics of 'cookie (ik she didnt write the lyrics but shes the ceo. she got them approved)', the portraits gifted to her of naked underaged girls, her obsession w olivia hussey (who happens to look like minji), her treatment of sm employees, her past work w shinee (sexualization of underaged taemin), etc. not to mention her extremely (at least in my eyes) inappropriate relationship w nwjns. the gifts shes gotten them and how she uses their emotions as a weapon. if bhs did that, everyone would be up in arms.

i dont think (for the most part) this is misogyny. i think ppl alw had a weird feeling about her. at least i did.

idt its good to speculate on ppls departure tho. youre def right ab that. the lsfm hate train (esp the coachella one) most likely has nothing to do w mhj. and i do agree that hybe copied or was at least inspired by nwjns, but idt illit copied them. illit and nwjns have a very 'pinkpantheress' sound, the uk early 00's bedroom pop genre. however, nwjns is more y2k and illit is more dream-like, ykwim? hybe was def inspired by nwjns tho. i think a more fitting one would be tws tbh. their sound is v similar to me (emphasis on to me) than illit.

dont get me wrong, it's incredibly shady and the way that a lot of staff are on her side makes me think that hybe was leeching off of the success of nwjns. it referenced all girl groups under hybe tho, lsfm and fromis, but there was def more nwjns references.

what im worried ab the most are the groups, esp nwjns. lsfm has been going thru their own struggles and rn this isnt the best for them, but theyre not extremely involved in the situation, not like nwjns and illit. illit, from what ive seen, has majority of the success and recognition from overseas. however, their success in korea'll take a huge hit. itll def take a toll on the girls mental, considering they j debuted and this happened.

nwjns is the worst off. theres a chance they might leave w mhj if ador does pull away from hybe, which isnt in the groups best interest. mhj's press conference and overall attitude is gonna affect their upcoming release fs, and their proximity to mhj herself is worrisome.

hybe doesnt seem to be doing shit to protect their artists, they're j protecting their name. theres no statement on or for illit, no statement on malicious comments for any of the groups (that i know of).

tldr: min heejin and hybe are both at fault. dont take sides of either, take the side of the idols.

sorry, im j so passionate ab this. the shit ive been seeing online has been making me mad. after getting back from the lsfm hate train too... as mad as i am at mhj, hybe GAVE her that platform. if the things they claim is true, and if the speculation is true, they alr knew from her past employment that she was shady. its their fault for allowing that.

#—silan replies; #j a little rant :)

[topguncortez]

Key: ☆ full fic, ♢ one shot, ⏃ drabble, ⏀series,  ♰ AU

ANGST

✧ Dash ☆ Tom Kazansky x Female!Pilot | Being Slider's little sister is anything but easy, especially when you are placed among the best of the best. warnings: near death experience, passing out, hospitals, misogyny, cannon character death.

✧ Support Me ☆ Tom Kazansky x Bradshaw!Female | Ice feels obligated to support you, even when he doesn't think you deserve it. warnings: mentions of sexism, toxic masculinity, TOPGUN cannon deaths, fighting, physical fighting.

✧ Even When You're Sick ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | When Ice comes home from deployment and finds you sick on the couch, he knows what to do. warnings: vomiting, severe sickness, high fever, mentions of hospitals, mentions of missing meals.

✧ Don't Fall in Love ☆ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the one person he can't have. warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of failed relationships.

✧ Adore You ♢ Tom Kazansky x Mitchell!Female | You are not only Maverick's little sister but also a single mom and Ice is worried her daughter doesn't like him warnings: cursing, tears, a lil dash of angst

✧ Ice Cold, No Mistakes ☆ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | What is the real reason Tom Kazansky is so ice cold, cause he wasn't always that way. warnings: teen pregnancy (mentioned), death, child death, car accident (mentioned), drunk driving (mentioned), grief, sadness.

✧ When We Were Young ☆ Tom Kazansky x Bradshaw!Reader | Tom Kazansky isn't a man who lives with many regrets. . . but this has to be one of them, and sadly, you get wrapped up right in it. warnings: character death, tears, depression, angst, probably grammar and spelling errors.

SMUT

✧ Santa Baby ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | You want Ice to unwrap you under the Christmas tree. warnings: a bit suggestive, kind of smutty

FLUFF

✧ Some Sugar ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | Maverick & Goose promised to take care of Ice's girl when they went out, but who knew that Missus Ice could cause trouble

✧ My Doll ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | Who knew that Mister "Ice Cold, No Mistakes" could be with literal sunshine personified

✧ Made with Love ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | Ice bakes when he is worked up, and you come home to a kitchen full of baked goods.

✧ Can I hold you hair back? ♢ Tom Kazansky x Female!Reader | Ice wants to be able to help you through your morning sickness. warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, sensitivity to foods

EXTRAS

✧ How Ice helps you with Acne - HC

✧ You are quiet in bed - HC

#g's masterlists

[jedimaesteryoda]

Do you find the Ironborn an interesting part of GRRMs story and/or world building?

The Ironborn are clearly inspired by the Vikings with the revanchist Confederate sympathizers. The tradition of the kingsmoot where they elected kings is a unique development, but only lords and men with enough property (a ship) get a vote. It's a society effectively controlled by pirates. They also have slavery in the form of thralls, and yet refuse to call it slavery with an attitude of "yeah, but it's not like those people" despite it still involving kidnapping people, and forcing them into a life of unpaid, forced labor and sexual violence for women.

As someone who supports anti-colonial movements in real-life, I find them interesting. They are the westernmost kingdom with a history of using their technological advantages in the form of iron when the mainland used bronze, as well as longships, to colonize and plunder the mainland and enslave the greenlanders under a Manifest Destiny doctrine. After they lost those advantages and lost their independence, they kept the Old Way going by appealing to an imagined past. This effectively makes them the most easily despised society in Westeros with a steady mix of the worst impulses: racism, misogyny, hypermasculinity and slavery and liable to turn on each other.

The Old Way is represented by the Greyjoys, a family with systemic abuse, few real relationships with one another other than with Balon, and a lot of infighting living in a literally crumbling castle falling into the sea. Balon launches a rebellion, fails, suffering big personal losses and is then "don't worry, it'll totally work this time." He is an old man clinging to the past, brooding alone in his tower as his house figuratively and literally crumbles around him. Victarion personifies the Old Way as is: an unhappy, hypermasculine dumbass warrior with his imagination constrained by the limits of his ideology, making him a tool easily manipulated. Euron is the Old Way as it appeals to the Ironborn: appealing on the surface but a predatory monster beneath who promises an impossible dream destined for disaster. The Ironborn take it given he is offering them emotion, and Ironborn are deeply unhappy as a people. The Old Way doesn't give them the happiness it promises, but plenty of disaster when their victims inevitably fight back.

The Old Way is riddled with hypocrisy with Victarion saying the Shield Island ships fleeing battle ceased to be men when they retreated when he did the same thing at Fair Isle. Aeron disdains maesters for choosing a life of service when he did as a Drowned Man. They begrudge Robert's forces' invasion and destruction of the Iron Isles when they glorify doing the same to others.

There are however those who support a New Way like The Reader and the three Harmunds before him.

There is clearly a struggle between the Old Way and the New Way within Ironborn society going on for centuries. The three Harmunds encouraged friendly relations with the greenlands and trade as well as literacy with Harmund III trying to outlaw the Old Way. The Shrike led a rebellion against Harmund III and it resulted in an invasion of the Iron Isles and the Famine Winter after that starved, impoverished and depopulated the Iron Isles with the New Way rebuilding the Iron Isles.

Quellon Greyjoy tried similarly until he died and Balon reversed his reforms. The Reader himself is an intellectual in a society that frowns upon literacy and scholarship, yet it's what allows him to effectively challenge Euron by pulling back the curtain on his tricks. He knows the dreams of reviving the Old Way is a pipe dream.

The attempts to revive the Old Way keep ending in disaster, taking more Old Way ideologues with them. And even without that, reaving had been on decline for a while and replaced with trade with men "returning with treasures their forebears had never dreamed of." Rather than driving them forward, the Old Way holds them back and has been slowly dying.

The current generation of Greyjoys just may be the last gasp of the Old Way.

#asoiaf #ironborn #iron islands #house greyjoy #balon greyjoy #victarion greyjoy #rodrik harlaw #euron greyjoy #aeron greyjoy #aeron damphair

[warriorcatsofficialfacts]

my take on fanon mapleshade is people are trying to make a "I suffered, so should they" character into a "I don't want anyone to suffer like I did" one. they think that because her kittens died horribly she'd have empathy for queen suffering a similar fate, when she'd probably condemn them to it. that and some level of misogyny, bc God forbid a woman not be overly empathetic and motherly

the second point is definetly true since they also try to characterize Mapleshade as much more motherly than she is even with her Own children

mapleshade loved those children, yes. there is nothing in the text to support the idea she loved them more than their father did except her own words. and, regardless of how much she loves her children, she's not a particularly good mother. she risks their safety for no reason on several occasions, she views them as bargaining chips, she never considers how They will be impacted by Her decisions. and as is shown in crookedstars promise and omen of the stars, she doesn't even like kids. she liked Her kids. she doesn't like women at all, even though the fandom really wants her to be a Dark Angel for wronged women. she doesn't like People but she especially doesn't like women. mapleshade hates reedshine more than she even Dreams of hating appledusk

and also she's a fucking pageant mom

[genderkoolaid]

AMAB non-binary people don't have the same privileges as AFAB non-binary people because AMAB non-bianry people are often seen as predatory and dangerous in cis and trans spaces, while AFAB non-binary people are almost always celebrated, respected, and supported. AMAB non-binary people and binary trans people don't get that saftey that AFAB non-binary people get, while AFAB non-binary people are also usually aligned with TERF and radfem ideology to some degree that both protects them and makes the community dangerous for AMAB non-binary people and binary trans people. Basically, AFAB non-binary people have privileges and saftey and support from bigots that the rest of the community doesn't have, while not having to unlearn any of said bigotry and making the trans community a much less safe place to be. When I see somebody who's afab and non-binary, it's pretty safe for my to assume that they're aligned with radfem ideology to some extent since it supports them. Why do you think afab non-binary people hate AMABs and trans men so much? Why do you think they're almost always the ones who write off AMAB trans people and trans men as predatory while they play up their AGAB? Why do you think AFAB non-binary people are majority the people who start radfem adjacent queer discourse and support exclusionist movements more than the rest of the trans community? Because they don't unlearn their radfem rethoric and often make the trans spaces they're in more dangerous to people who are impacted and hurt by radfem rethoric (trans men and AMAB trans people).

AFAB non binary people are the members of the trans community who aren't hurt, harassed, and abused by radfems. They're supported and comforted while being seen as progressive for using they/them when many of them at most could pass as women in jeans. You know what happens to AMAB trans people and trans men when they try to break gender norms, they're abused and assaulted and even killed. You know what happens to AFAB non-binary people? They're celebrated and seen as progressive. That's AFAB non-binary privilege, and it does nothing but hinder trans rights to deny that they have privilege over the rest of the community.

[same anon as this ask]

this is all so extremely out of touch with the reality of nonbinary people's lives i don't think there's any hope of convincing you, but just a quick runthrough for everyone else's benefit:

The idea that there are no benefits at all from being perceived as a cis man, only danger, but that being perceived as a cis woman can only be a privilege, is out of this fucking world.

This is also one of the big problems I have w/ baeddels & the like. This recognizes the reality of misandry/antimasculism (altho most refuse to name it as such) being used to treat marginalized men/mascs/people percieved as men as a threat, and that dominant womanhood/femininity can weaponize itself against them, but forces this into a binary oppressor/oppressed model instead of embracing the complexity of these dynamics. We can discuss trans people who were amab being treated like monsters without this inane idea that somehow, misogyny doesn't exist, or at least somehow NEVER IMPACTS NONBINARY PEOPLE WHO WERE AFAB?

Nonbinary people who were afab have been harassed, degraded, misgendered, and have been frequently used as the face of nonbinaryness by exorsexists who want to paint everyone as shrieking deranged ugly women. There can be situations and spaces where nonbinary people who were afab may be given more support than others, but that doesn't make it universal. And this is where the "out of touch with the reality of others lived experiences", because I promise you it is very easy to ask nonbinary people who were afab (I AM ONE?? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SENDING THIS TO??????) and hear about their experiences with discrimination and violence. You are scapegoating all nonbinary people who were AFAB.

"Nonbinary afab" doesn't mean feminine you fucking dweeb. There are many nonbinary people who, from an outside perspective, would seem to be exactly the same as a binary trans man. Nonbinary people get HRT and surgery. Trying to act like somehow, magically, nonbinary people who were afab are all... what? Identical to cis women? Even the ones who pass as cis women in everyday life can still face violence, both misogynistic and transphobic. But you know whats funny? Being nonbinary did not stop my best friend's bigoted father from viewing me as a threat. He knew I identified as nonbinary, knew my friend used they/them pronouns for me, and somehow I was still a threat. Before I even medically transitioned. Despite popular belief, many cis people see nonbinary people who were afab as weird freaks and don't actually feel any desire to protect or cherish us. I didn't really feel this supposed love and support when he didn't want her to spend time at my house specifically because he knew I was gay and nonbinary.

Again, you are literally doing baeddel rhetoric but grouping trans men in with the oppressed and finding a new scapegoat to blame for misandry/antimasculism. Congrats on the new flavor of exorsexism I guess

#m. #ask box #exorsexism #i am more out as neutral nb than a trans man irl so its like. absurd for this anon 2 expect me 2 be on their side

[elvisabutler]

phila

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and an incident happens that makes you realize how much he cares for you and just how much his friends do too. fandom: austin butler rating: m but not because anyone has sex more for rough content. pairing: austin butler ( frat boy ) x female reader word count: 2823 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. a bit of misogyny. frat bros being heinous human beings. non consensual drug use. violence in the form of a drunken brawl. roofies being mentioned and used. dudebros being assholes. beer bottles being thrown. implied undressing while unconscious done by a trusted person. completely averted attempt at sa/sexual assault. author’s note: y'all can essentially blame @prompted-wordsmith for this one because they're the one who put the little nugget in my brain back when we talked about this. heed the warnings, please. i didn't tag this as austin's main post tag because i know it deals with a sensitive topic but it's also probably— the last frat austin piece i might write unless anyone has something they specifically want to see. same goes for my tags for all of you. which, truly i refrain from tagging when it comes to things i feel most of you would prefer not to read and this is no exception. i believe i put all the warnings but feel free to tell me if i missed any. hope you enjoy if you read and thank y'all for your support. also i know not all chapters of SAE are like this but they are known to be a— bad frat so to speak.

Going to frat parties is not your idea of fun. It's a fact that Austin knows and will usually acknowledge and allow you to just skip them with promises that he won't do anything funny with any other girls. Not that you don't trust him, but you know how touchy he can get while tipsy, and you know as well as anyone sometimes touches can be misconstrued. There are lone exceptions, though, the parties that Austin begs to have you at so he can show you off and tell everyone how much of a genius his girlfriend is. They're always held at other frat houses, and every so often, you start to wonder if you're being dragged around like a trophy only to realize that's not the case at all. If anything, it's him trying to prove to everyone that you're kind of settling for him and that you could get better guys. It's a silly notion, you think, but it is what it is and you go along with it for Austin's delight only to remind him when you're safely in each other's arms in bed that he's the only one for you. Besides, what sort of girl is supposed to go for the premed and theater guy, hm?

Tonight is one of those nights where you're in a simple black and white jumpsuit and Austin is in what you like to call party causal. Or a step up from his normal tank tops but not full formal or business wear, but it involves jeans that make his ass look flawless so you're pretty sure you're winning just because of that one sole fact. It's easier to hitch a ride or just walk with Austin when it comes to heading to these parties and tonight is no different with you sitting in the passenger side of his car as his hand interlocks with yours.

"You're going to have to let go of my hand, Austin. Pretty sure no one is going to let us live it down if we get into a car accident because we both know better," you laugh, pulling his head up to your lips to kiss it as he shrugs.

"I can drive one handed." He attempts to defend his actions only to earn a look from you that has him sighing. "Hitting the curb that one time doesn't count."

A laugh erupts from your mouth as you finally move your hand away despite his pout with those plush lips of his. "Right. Do I have to call Darce and them to get more proof or do I win this argument just because you knew I was going to mention that?"

Austin pauses and looks for a moment like he's going to present a defense worthy of a brilliant lawyer before, "I think we're at a draw."

There's a moment where you look like you're going to playfully argue before you just smile. "Drive, Butler."

Normally Austin has a tendency to stick close by to you at these parties, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he- despite being a nice and trusting person knows better than to trust a lot of the frats on campus. Most of the time any thing that happens are just rumors but he knows through the grapevine that there's a few people who shouldn't be on campus but have Daddy's money to help them avoid getting kicked out. But this particular party has some pledges he lost out on and likes to check up on from time to time. You're a big girl, though, and he knows you'll be fine. He knows if anyone tries anything they're in for a world of hurt before he even knows there's a problem.

In hindsight, he should have known better than to leave you alone at this particular party. The time before the party had been a little rushed and your normal preparation of having enough to drink ahead of time was left by the wayside. It meant this time around you were nursing a coke trying to be the designated driver at a house most people know better than to have open drinks at. You try to mingle as best you can, attempting to use this to build some connection to someone knowing that despite everything this frat is one of the richer and thus more connected ones and it shows in the talk you hear among some people. Your eyes instinctively seek out Austin more than once and are relieved that he's close enough to you that no one would dare try anything until you find yourself face to face with a guy you've met before.

"Y/N! Fancy seeing you hear. AB finally let you out?" The guy— Jackson, you think his name is— smiles, his canines being exposed when he does. He reminds you of a wolf in all the worst ways.

"Jackie," you mockingly croon, setting down your drink for just a moment. "Cute how you think Austin can tell me what to do like that. Andrew let you run around off the leash?"

You watch as a muscle in Jackson's jaw twitches and you want to laugh but you stop yourself when you see him start to open his mouth. "Funny. AB knows how to pick his bitches. He sent me over here to talk to you actually. Said he wanted to mend bridges between our two houses. He knows Aussie's a little mad about that—"

"How you sniped the kids you called charity cases in your pledge class? When everyone knew they were shoo ins for Phi Kap. But little Andy got it in his head they needed to SAE boys. Yeah, I heard the story." The words come out more vicious than you intend them to but strangely Jackson doesn't react. "What?"

Jackson laughs and for some reason you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up almost as if to warn you of something. It's then that you remember you set down your drink and pick it back up. As you're picking it up, you miss how Jackson smiles. "You really are something else. Shame you settled for the poor white trash surfer boy. When you get tired of him, you'd fit right in here, Y/N. Fucking mean enough."

With that Jackson walks away and you find yourself wondering what just happened as you take a sip of your Coke. Austin catches your eye from across the room and winks, smiling at you before turning to talk to the freshman he was already talking to.

Austin knows that two things are wrong when he looks up thirty minutes later after catching up with multiple Freshman and being interrupted by some asshole whose name he didn't even catch. You're not where you've been for almost the entire party which wouldn't be strange except he can't really find you anywhere. He pulls out his phone to see a missed call from you, a voicemail and a text message that looks like the ones you send him when you've fallen asleep with your phone in your hand. That alone worries him and has him listening to the voicemail only to hear your voice sound wrong in a way that has him seeing red. It doesn't take him long to find one of the upperclassmen— Trey, he thinks? Maybe Trevor, Austin honestly doesn't care as long as he has some idea of where you went.

"Did you see where the girl I came here with went? My girlfriend— She—" Austin trips over his words, suddenly reverting back to that shy boy he once was when he was younger unable to order his own food. The man rolls his eyes.

"The uptight one? Dude, she went to where the bathrooms are. Maybe the bedroom?" His hand motions in the direction of a hallway and Austin shoves his way past multiple people to the third bathroom where he hears something that sounds like you groaning. Austin doesn't waste another second before he's against the door saying your name and somehow you manage to get the door unlocked.

Austin finds you on the floor near the toilet and all he thinks is that you look exceptionally out of it. Your eyes barely focus on his face and when trying to reach him you decide the under the sink counter door is his leg. "Aus—" You start before trailing off. "Why'm I in the bath'oom?"

Part of why Austin likes you— loves you as much as he does is how well spoken you are so hearing you like this makes him so terrified that he's grabbing your hands and yanking you up with a grunt. Your body practically melts into his before you hear another knock at the door and see some of the boys from Austin's frat looking at the scene. Kelvin's the one who speaks first.

"Did they—Aus, man, you know what this looks like."

Austin's grip tightens around your waist and you look up at him and press your nose into his shirt, inhaling his comforting scent even as your mind jumps and swirls and does everything in between being normal. "Tight. Too tight."

Everything feels too tight, your jumpsuit, your bra, his arms but you can't figure out how to get out those words as Austin's grip loosens just a hair when he turns to look at his friends. The boys he'd trust with his life and with yours. "I— I don't know how the fuck they did this but find whoever did it. Fucking— she can barely stand up and she wasn't drinking. You guys know that. Who does this— I'm just here to talk to the newbies not to— Not to put my girlfriend in harms way."

It's then that Austin watches Xavier and Adam already leaving the doorway and after a moment he hears a crack of a beer bottle breaking.

"Who did it to Y/N? We just want to talk, man! Take you so you can see your handiwork!" Xavier's voice silences the crowd before there's a rush of voices and cursing that has Luke joining the fray only for you to hear him shout,

"Where the fuck did you get a beer can like that?" It's a valid question but one he says while grabbing a foldable chair and brandishing it in his hands as someone— Trey? Trevor? Alexander? Someone tries to run off after laughing at the scene.

"She deserved it," he mocks as Luke steps closer to him chair still in hand. On your shaky legs Austin starts to try and lead you back to his car before Luke does something you never thought was possible outside of pretend WWE matches. He throws a chair on top of someone's head. Your ears faintly hear the cracking of wood and you wince against Austin before he holds you tighter to him.

"You're fine. They're— They're not gonna hurt you." Austin whispers against your hair and you can smell the faint traces of alcohol on his breath. "I think they're gonna hurt all of the upperclassmen of SAE but not you."

As if on cue there's a bottle that flies by Austin's head and shouts that sounds like multiple of Austin's friends trying to tackle someone.

"Fuckin' tryin' to knock him out?" "Already messed with his girlfriend!" "Your balls that small Andy??"

In another time and place you'd be laughing and while telling the boys it's not worth it but honestly you can't right now. Truthfully if you could right now you'd be joining with them, getting in hits just the same as the rest of them. It frustrates you to not be able to but at the same time there's a warm feeling in your chest unrelated to whatever is circulating in your system at knowing these boys are willing to do this for you.

Someone throws another bottle at Austin's head and it barely misses you before there's another set of shouts and more cursing and general ruckus. Austin pulls you closer once more and starts to head to the door as you hear Tom's bellow to Austin.

"B, get her outta here! We got this! Just get us some rides!" Rides home is what he means but he's interrupted by someone trying to climb on his back. "Now what the fuck are ya doin' bruh?"

Austin takes that as a cue to rush out, only stopping for a moment to shout something about not getting arrested before getting you both in the car. He knows he's not supposed to drive after he's had any sort of liquor but you're in no state to drive yourself and he doesn't trust that his car will stay in one piece if he leaves it here. The second he starts the car your eyes start to droop down and he frowns looking at you.

"I'm so sorry, babe."

You wake up the next morning to Austin on the phone sounding more agitated the more words are spoken. It's a strange thing to see but even more strange is how you're in a pair of pjs you've left in his room at the house with no recollection of how you got in them.

"I know it goes against the code of— they drugged my girlfriend. I think when comparing the two we have the moral high ground. I'll take— I'll take punishment for some of them but you're not shutting down our chapter. I'll handle— yes I can handle it!" His next words are a little incomprehensible and you just sort of stare at him while pulling a blanket tighter around you until he hangs up and realizes you're awake.

"Hey. You— How're you feeling?"

You pause before answering and sigh. "Like shit. I don't— What happened last night? I remember bathrooms and beer bottles? And a chair?"

"I— I'm not really sure. You were where you were at one point, then you disappeared into the bathroom after you drank something? I don't— I really don't know. I found you when I realized and when I did. The boys and I realized you were— uh— that you had something in you that was definitely not something you took willingly." Austin moves to sit on the bed next to you and pulls you close to him. "I got you out of there and— there might have been a few injuries? Involving fists and chairs and bottles. General mayhem."

A silence falls over the two of you before your eyes widen. "You mean they— Did you just tell me I had a bunch of frat bros fighting for me?"

Austin can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him as he nods. "And I didn't even ask them to. They saw you and some of SAE said some— very stupid things and yeah. Tom shooed me out before a bottle hit us. They're in a lot of trouble right now but no one got arrested which is a— It's surprising but I don't question the charm of some of us."

"What about the whole frat—" The words die on your lips as soon as Austin's hand touches your cheek and he shakes his head.

"We'll be fine. Fighting with another frat is bad but not nearly as bad as members drugging someone on purpose considering I think— I think they singled you out specifically. Or at least figured you'd be a fun target. I don't— It doesn't matter. We look better in comparison." Austin explains, watching you bite your lip. "It's fine, babe. I promise. Honestly, they care more about you and if you're okay. Just like me."

Which is to honestly say, stop worrying in Austin's roundabout way. You don't speak for a good five minutes, choosing instead to listen to Austin's heartbeat before you finally move to try and get up. Austin quickly puts a stop to that even as you frown. "Austin, I'm fine just let me get up."

"Future doctor's orders. You're staying in bed today just so I can keep an eye on you. Promise you can do whatever tomorrow. Just— please, babe."

After a moment you move to crawl back into bed and glare a bit at him. "Go get me food, then. I'm— I think I'm so hungry I'm nauseous? I don't know just— food." You stare at the door and swear you hear someone walking by it. "And I guess send in the guys? Are they being creepy at the door?"

The answering yell of no has you and Austin laughing as he opens the door to find Tom chilling against the door, before barging in. "They sent me for recon. Ya good?"

You share a look with Austin as you nod. "Yeah, go tell them I'm good. And that next time try and defend my honor a little more subtly. And tell Luke he's got to show me that chair trick."

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cryptic-michael

chapter 4

warnings: swearing, period accurate sexism and misogyny, bigotry, reader flashes the cobras

Ace went down first to talk to the guys. I could hear him as I waited on the steps leading down to the garage. I was still wearing Ace's shirt, after he'd practically dressed me in it after ravishing me ten ways from Sunday. Ace knocked on the wall and I entered the shop.

“you guys all know our tenant.” Ace said, smiling at me as I came over by him. I smiled at him and took his hand.

“Hey (Y/B/N).” Charlie said. I nodded at everyone and caught eyeballs eye. He smiled and nodded at me, moving to lean against the car he had been working on. Billy nodded to me too.

“there’s a reason I had you guys close up the shop.” Ace said, tugging me closer. “It’s not (Y/B/N). She’s been lying to you all.” Eyeball smiled even wider.

“I knew it.” He said. I nodded at him as I wrapped my arm around aces waist. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I didn’t know you actually went to talk to her!”

“what the fuck are you on about ace?” Billy said. “Don’t tell me the rumors are true.” Ace shook his head.

“I’m telling you the truth. Eyeball even said he recognizes her.” Ace said, cheeks heating up. I squeezed his side in support.

“that’s the waitress we stood up for at the blue pont.” Eyeball jumped in. “I swear.”

“so it’s a…” Billy started.

“Don’t!” Ace and eyeball yelled. Billy and Charlie looked between the two and I stepped out from under aces arm.

“hey guys.” I said before pulling my shirt tight against me. It molded to my breasts and stomach as all the men in the room turned to stare at me. Eyeball instantly looked away when he realized what I was doing.

“stuffed it.” Billy muttered. I raised an eyebrow and turned to ace.

“what do you say?” I asked. “A one time thing to prove my womanhood?” Ace laughed and shrugged.

“sure. Why not.” He smirked at me. I smiled back at him and turned towards the boys again. “Eyeball, close your eyes. You’re likely to go blind seeing boobs this close.” Ace laughed. Eyeball flipped him off but turned back to the car to keep working.

“read em and weep boys.” I said as I lifted the shirt up past my breasts. Billy and Charlie yelled as I put the shirt back down.

“next look will cost ya.” Ace said as he walked back over and wrapped his arms around me. The two boys looked at each other

“wait so we’ve had a chick living above us this whole time?” Billy cried. Ace nodded with a smile. “And we’ve been down to our boxers in here! She’s been sitting in the office the whole time too!”

“what the fuck ace?” Charlie said. “How long you known?”

“the whole time.” Ace shrugged. “She’s the best they got over at the shop. And you boys remember what happened at the blue pont. She’s allowed to do what she needs to in order to live. Including pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes.”

“you fucking knew?” Charlie yelled. Ace nodded before taking a step closer to Charlie.

“you got a problem with that?” He asked, calm and cool. I bit my lip as I watched the two stand toe to toe. Charlie looked over at Billy before shaking his head.

“No ace.” Charlie huffed. Ace nodded.

“good.” He said, nodding at them. “Good.” Walking back over to me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "She's going to continue coming and going as she pleases. If you see (Y/N) come into my office, well..." Ace laughed as he leaned his head against mine. I smiled softly at him. "Knock before you come in. Or better yet don't bother me. And this little secret stays in these four walls. Understood?"

"Understood." The boys called back. Ace nodded before looking me over.

"Wanna head back up?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Kinda want that date you promised me." I murmured. Ace chuckled and nodded.

"I ain't opposed." He said, hand sliding down to my hip. "Eyeball, you got your car parked out back?"

"Take your own car!" Eyeball yelled back. "I picked it up this morning. Keys are under the seat." Ace hummed as he kissed me. "Don't want to know what the two of you would do to that poor car. Not in mine. No sir." Eyeball mumbled as Ace lead me out back. Ace hit Eyeball's arm as we passed, the two friends laughing at the action before nodding to each other. "I'll keep an eye on them. Make sure everything stays quiet." Ace paused long enough to put a hand on Eyeball's shoulder before going to his car.

"And under the seat they are." He said as he climbed in the car next to me. "So where to babe?"

"Hmmm." I mused. "I don't know. Take me where you would normally take a girl." I moved across the bench and leaned into Ace. His arm came around my shoulders easily. Ace snorted.

"I'm not sure I want to take you there just yet." He said, looking over at me with a soft look in his eyes. "But one day I will babe."

"Babe." I said quietly. Ace nodded as he watched me carefully. "I could get used to that." He smiled before kissing me. Pulling away, he gave me a nod before bringing his car to life and taking off down the road.

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