#lady artemesia

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET EIGHT FINAL - ROUND FOUR

"Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray" (1998 - Kathleen Gilje) / "How To Look At Art" (2016 - Lynda Barry)

SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS, RESTORED - X-RAY: The piece by artemisia gentileschi I would like to humbly submit is actually a little unique, as it is both by artemesia and by another artist. You see the original painting is called "Susanna and the Elders", and it represents the story of Susanna being spied on, naked, by town elders and then they try to blackmail her into having sex with them. When she refuses, they try and put her on trial for sexual immorality (claiming she slept with them). Her name is eventually cleared. It was typical, in the era that artemisia gentileschi was painting, to depict the story of Susanna as that of a sexy lady bathing sexily and coquettishly, aware and flirty with the elders spying on her. artemisia was having fucking none of it. Her final painting is a departure from this style of depiction showing Susanna visibly uncomfortable with the lecherous elders.

BUT THIS ISN'T THE VERSION I'M SUBMITTING.

You see, artemisia gentileschi had (supposedly) made an earlier version of this painting, and been asked to paint it over as it was "too disturbing". Although that version is lost to the ages, Kathleen Gilje created a version of that image, underpainted using lead and visible by xray, inspired by artemisia's own life.

Without going into disrespectful detail, artemisia gentileschi was sexually assaulted in her life. And she poured some of her rage about it into this painting, before (apocraphally) being forced to sanitize it (into something still radically different than the mainstream depiction). The rage and horror that bleeds through the x-ray version of Susanna and the Elders? Makes me feel like my bones are being liquefied. I feel holy righteous rage and solidarity and love for a woman nearly 4 centuries removed. I feel things too embarrassingly personal to put in a poll.Artemisia Gentileschi based the bodies of both Judith in the first painting and Susanna in the second on her own. Perhaps because of this, perhaps simply because of her immense skill as an artist, the women (and situations) in these paintings feel real. I feel like I could reach out and touch. Gilje's depiction of anguish and the connection made to artemisia's life is palpable. (sepulchral-pulchritude)

HOW TO LOOK AT ART: the lynda barry museum comic is killer like YES that's WHAT ART IS YES. I think about this every time I walk into a museum (mimsyborogove)

("Susanna and the Elders, Restored" is a painting by American artist and art restorer Kathleen Gilje based on "Susanna and the Elders" by Artemisia Gentileschi. Gilje painted a more violent interpretation of the scene in lead paint, then painted a copy of the original Susanna and the Elders over top. This x-ray of the painting was then done to reveal the dual picture. It is not an x-ray of the original painting by Gentileschi.

“how to look at art” is a comic posted by Lynda Barry to her tumblr in 2016.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw nudity #cw sa implied

[julietandcinderella-if]

Bledsoe Clan

• A clan that lead the vampire community in Bellhollow for thousands of years through multiple generations

• Current King is the eldest son Rhadamanthus of the former Queen Bellerose and one of her Queen consorts named Cardemine

• There are a total of 10 children of Bledsoe: 1 king, 2 princes, 3 princesses, 4 prins

• Only a few of the children are directly related to each other

• During Queen Bellerose's rule she has taken a lot of spouses from different clans, forming a harem, then a polyamory as the spouses started falling for each other overtime. Some of those spouses had children already from former marriages when they were brought in to the clan

• Children in order:

-> Rhadamanthus (Devoe clan; Duchess Cardemine) (King)

-> Azalea (Devoe clan; Duchess Cardemine) (Princess)

-> Harley (Selke clan; Heir Severo) (Prin)

-> Crowford (Baron Godfrey from Fenlon clan) (Prince)

-> Adelaide (Baron Godfrey from Fenlon clan) (Princess)

-> Ottoline (Winslow clan; Mir Eleazer) (Prin)

-> Florence (Seawright clan; Lady Artemesia) (Prin)

-> Romulus (Marquess Gulliver from Madlock clan) (Prince)

-> Vendetta (Baron Godfrey from Fenlon clan) (Prin)

-> Antoinette (Seawright clan; Lady Artemesia) (Princess)

• Rhadamanthus has served as general during his mother's (Queen Bellerose) rule. He has fought against a coup d'état by a group of rebelling clans with the royal army; came home severly injured: left side of his face and body are severely covered in burns, the entirety of his left arm is missing, and one of his knees is shattered beyond repair. As a result, he got a new protesthic arm and a leg brace. His left eye is permanently blind, his left ear can barely hear, and he is required to use a cane at all times.

• Azalea became general when it was Rhadamanthus' turn to rule

• A few of the siblings are already married or engaged (Rhadamanthus, Adelaide, Florence, Vendetta)

• Atleast two of the siblings practice magic (Ottoline, Antoinette), much to the dismay of the family

• The Bledsoe clan is known for sticking to tradition, even if the tradition is a bit outdated

• They are also responsible for introducing the wine industry from making trades with a certain demon family

#Lore

[harmcityherald]

a quiet morning at the manor. I decided to watch a movie. artemesia is not feeling good today. She has been sick for a few days. So much so that I delayed my taking this medicine yesterday and this morning too, in case I have an impending ER visit coming. It is no problem to delay a bit, oncologist said that too. tying up a few things around here too because I have no idea what Im going to feel like, that way I don't have too much on my plate at one time.

I started to watch the way of water.....again....trying to give it another chance....and....no. the animation is suffering in that movie. 15 min and instead Im watching renfeild and Im liking it so far. its better than the way of the water lol. It has one of my favorite ladies in it too. major plus plus.

Of course the news is a circus. Im sure you know. conflict upon conflict. the Israel/Palestine and russia/Ukraine heaped on the dumpster fire we have in our political ring. Im really sad to hear about all the deaths happening on all sides of all the wars everywhere. Im lucky Im watching movies and feeding my turtles.

So I read an article that was more or less building on what Hillary said the other day, which was a shot across their bow lol. But I can't help but sit back and think there is a lot of psychology terms being bandied about by both sides of the ailse. sociopaths, narcissists, psychopaths and being a person who doesn't suffer from those particular maladies I will admit that I suffer from an anxiety disorder, which I think there is a whole bunch of us that do. Im thinking about how easy it is to label somebody, and Im thinking about my last hospital stay and the doctor who labeled me and put poison in my chart for retaliation. sure I was able to demonstrate that he was wrong. but that shit in my chart will follow me. Maybe a future doctor will not take me seriously because they read that in my chart. it will take me a lawyer to get it out but that is not my point. I keep seeing articles popping up from both sides, and like I said banding about psychological terms like they're written on a candy wrapper. And I just can't help but have to say, nobody's got the right to label anybody else with those terms unless they are an actual psychologist. And we have to be careful about that. We can't let that become normalized too the same way that the violent rhetoric has become normalized. I'm not going to stand here and say that I don't think the maganuts are insane. but I really think a better way to look at them is misguided. being taken advantage of by bad actors. not to diminish the fact that all this political circus panders to and exposes americas inbred racism, classism, bigotry and overall violent ideals. now of course we can say some of those people, especially those in the extremist front line of this new rebranded culture war are suffering from some of these conditions. on both sides. but we shouldn't fall into this trap too. we can't normalize any of this shit. but they are. and purposefully. so its something to watch. If I can accuse anyone of anything we inch ever closer to mob rule and mob violence. We shouldn't be allowing ourselves to be led down this road. people die. and the misguided ruin their lives for what? some red tied ketchup loving nazi? Oh don't get me wrong, I want to turn their maga motto right back at them. I miss the America where its ok to be who you are, love who you want and believe what you want. That's the fucking usa I miss. where it was not normal for a rapist to be president. but we have to take the high road. we have to not engage with violent rhetoric and not hurl it ourselves. The only way to reach the high moral ground is to take the high moral road. remember that the most powerful weapon you yourself carry is your vote. Let them jump around like fools and spray their bullshit at the crowds and then vote the fuckers back under the rock they came out of. You don't need to engage with nobody about nothing. VOTE. That's the thing they want to take away from you because that's what they fear most. Make sure of one solid thing through all this shit. your right to vote. keep it. check on it. On that day don't be scared away from it. do it proudly but do it peacefully. If the peace be broken let your opposition be the one who takes that blame. trust me they WILL take the low road, so always take the high road.

anyway that's enough of that.

got stuff to catch up.

~ciao

[deadlyhuggles6]

Grievances of a Painted Lady

Based on the painting Judith Beheading Holofernes, Caravaggio, Michelangelo Merisi

Oh Caravaggio, exalted painter, Why must you paint me so? Have you not read the scriptures; What I did when our governors failed my people?

Have you not heard of my strength; How I took off his head in two blows? So why Caravaggio, Do you paint my grip so weak?

I did not stand so separate that night. It was no passive act, when I drank with Holofernes Drugging him with my beauty and charm. But still, you draw me at arm's length.

And my poor maidservant, you show a hag over my shoulder Wrinkled and twisted, eyes widened with evil intent. As though she was pushing me into this crime, As though it wasn’t always my plan to save Jerusalem.

Look at the splash of his blood, Caravaggio, I feel it sticky on my hands, like honey sweet wine. Imagine how his hair felt, bloodied artist, Curled in my hands, the only support his head had.

Do you know the taste of bloodlust? when i went Unto our leaders, I begged of why they tempt God, To work within our human limits, and told them I Would be God’s vengeance unto the enemies of Jerusalem.

I tasted the blood then, heavy and metallic In my mouth. I taste it again now, but it is sweet. For what they had asked of God in five days, he has done through me In four. Will you call that innocence Caravaggio?

You must admit, if you had truly read of me, then you would know How Judith, widow of Manasses, threw off the widow’s garments, Tied up her hair, and by the grace of the Almighty Disappointed the enemy with a woman’s hand.

Oh, painter, how you disgrace me. Jerusalem praised me As blessed by God for my bravery and yet you show me weak, Countenance twisted and brow furrowed with uncertainty. Why could I not have been painted by Artemesia?

#poetry #original poem #sometimes to express your deep hatred for the portrayal of a character you have to write a poem from their perspective berating their artis #anyway if you've ever had to read the book of Judith #1 im so sorry there are no good modern sounding translations #2 judith is actually pretty badass #honestly one of my favorite poems ive written

[ladyartemesia]

▨ Hands-On Learning ▨

•Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Friends-to-Lovers  • College (Grad School) AU

Summary: You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you.

Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Word Count: 5300

Rating and Warnings: (Explicit/18+) for mature themes, innuendo, and explicit sexual content • unprotected sex • nipple play • use of restraints • there are mirrors • tit slapping...Um. Let me know if I miss something?

Author’s Note: I wrote this in response to my EVER nsfw prompt which was simply “Jungkook’s hands.” I hope you like it!

At one point the reader mentions “Fort Knox” which is one of the most secure facilities in the USA.

This is bad. 

“Do you think she’ll actually go through and count all of our sources-”

This is really bad. 

“I only have seventeen, but I looked over documents from the medieval period-”

His fingers plowed through those long chocolate locks in frustration and your eyes literally crossed. 

This is nuclear winter bad. 

“- not many people have written about this specific style of iconography and the last scholar to contribute meaningfully to the field-”

Jungkook absently reached for his pencil and your pulse scattered in panic. 

No. Dear sweet heaven please not the pencil - 

He twirled it deftly over his knuckles, flicking his wrist casually so it cracked with a sharp little pop. 

You clenched. Hard. 

“WATER!”

Papers slid in all directions as you abruptly shot out of your seat. Jungkook’s startled gaze darted up to yours. 

“A-...are you ok?”

“Yes. Uh yeah. I’m just...thirsty.”

These were the truest words you had ever spoken. 

Your sweet, kind, doe-eyed project partner smiled, blissfully unaware of all the ways you were defiling him in your head. 

“Kitchen is right around the corner. Help yourself.”

“Mmmhmm,” you squeaked. 

A few moments later - in the relative privacy of Jeon Jungkook’s kitchen, you pressed your forehead against his fancy steel fridge and groaned. 

Woman, you’re a disgrace.

It wasn’t always like this.  You can still remember a time (3 weeks ago) when you were a normal person and not one good knuckle crack away from being an exhibitionist. 

School had been a priority for years. You came from a modest family with a modest income, and that meant you needed to work for every opportunity - academically and financially. 

So you did. 

You worked all the way through undergrad and the first year of a Master’s degree in Museum Studies with few breaks and even fewer encounters with the opposite sex. 

And you were fine with that. You had goals - dreams. Sure, you were a tad lonely and routinely stressed, but your friends were amazing and you found yourself oddly ...

Content. 

Until Jeon Jungkook wrapped his glorious hands around the proverbial rug and yanked it right out from under you. 

At first glance, he posed no true threat. Yes he was gorgeous (you were not legally blind), and well-built, and overwhelmingly polite, but you were no untried novice. If Calculus 211 with Park Jimin hadn’t broken you, then nothing would. 

Or so you thought. 

Maybe it was his habit of wearing baggy sleeves that hung loosely over his limbs till only the barest hint of fingertips were visible, but your initial impression of the newest addition to your graduate cohort was unmemorable. Your seasoned brain automatically filtered out anything about him that could be a distraction and then blissfully went about its business... totally unaware that there was a torpedo in the water. 

No, it wasn’t until Dr. Kim announced dissertation partners that you discovered your fatal error. 

“--you’ll be working with Jeon Jungkook.”

The two of you turned to each other across the small lecture hall and exchanged friendly nods. After seminar dismissed, your new partner made his way to your desk. 

“Here. Let me give you my number. Text me your availability and I can reserve time in the artifacts lab for us.”

Then it happened. 

Jeon Jungkook rolled up his sleeves and your brain unlearned 24 years of human speech. 

Holy poo on toast dear GAWD-

His hands were obscene. NSFW. Basically pornographic. 

Long fingers with a gentle flair at each knuckle - nicely rounded nails - wide palms - with a hint of bones and veins over the back-

“Um... hello?”

-cleverly inked designs wove up the wrist on the right side - 

“...Unless you’re not comfortable-”

-and rings - one on the pinky - both index fingers - oof and the thumb-

“... I mean you don’t have to give me your number-”

-were those chain bracelets?! Who was this man? Who were you? What was your name? How deep could those fingers slide into your-

Why is he walking away? 

“Oh sh- WAIT! Jungkook-”

It had only gone downhill from there really. 

His hands were just a gateway drug to the rest of him. 

Every detail you’d effortlessly ignored was suddenly streaming through your consciousness in high definition. 

His smell (something mouthwateringly masculine with a hint of vanilla), his hair (soft brown curls that hung romantically over his eyes), that chest (broad, firm, lickable)-

The man was a full course meal. 

And you were starving. 

Your libido - too long imprisoned by the shackles of academic excellence - had gone completely feral. 

You managed (miraculously) to smooth over the initial malfunction (where you drooled over his hands instead of giving him your number) and establish some sort of work schedule, but in reality, meetings with your dissertation partner quickly turned into a daily exercise in uncontrollable thirst. 

Measures needed to be taken. 

You were not going to let Jeon Jungkook and his glorious paws destroy years of hard work and self-imposed almost celibacy. 

“You need an outlet.”

Jungyeon’s voice interrupted another x-rated day dream you were having about Jungkook slapping your thighs in a public park. 

“What kind of outlet?” you sighed mournfully, glaring at your thighs and their notable lack of a Jungkook handprint.

Her words swam about in your head a moment before you processed them fully and wrinkled your nose. 

“Please tell me you’re not about to suggest some sweaty liaison with an unwashed townie from the local bar-”

Jungyeon rolled her eyes and flicked you right in the forehead. 

“No princess, because I’m not the side character in a 90’s teen movie.”

“Noted,” you mumbled. 

“I’m thinking more of a creative outlet. Like... writing.”

“You want me to start composing horny prose?”

“It’s called smut - but whatever. Your dirty little secret could potentially bring much joy to the world - my world specifically.”

“I am... totally lost.”

“Instead of trolling tumblr for hours looking for fantasy fuel - I’ll just use your fantasies as fuel. Text them to me as they come. It’ll be like a dirty subscription service.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m a genius.”

Jungyeon’s lack of both boundaries and tact aside, she was - in fact - literally a genius (she had the papers and everything) as well as your best friend of 6 years. All it took was one solid stretch from Jungkook during your next brainstorming session and you were scrambling into the bathroom to fire off your first round.

Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to wrap his hands around the back of my neck, press my face into into this table and edge me till I’m screaming-

Jungyeon: I am definitely a genius. Feel better?

Me:... you know what. A little. 

And thus began several weeks of what you affectionately referred to as “Kookie porn.”

Some were rather graphic:

Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to rip my sopping panties off and grind my naked clit onto that thigh until his jeans are wet with my cum. 

Others were more philosophical in nature: 

Me: If I die before licking sweat off Jeon Jungkook’s abs, did I ever really live? 

And some were oddly specific:

Me: I want to run my tongue over every vein in Jeon Jungkook’s hands and forearms while he licks whipped cream off my tits.  

Jungyeon was living her best life and would wait with unconcealed glee for your meetings so she could “have some more Kookies.”

The texts, however, were but a band-aid on a bullet wound. They weren’t enough. Every time he smiled, or looked at you with that soft sparkly expression, or said something extremely intelligent (because of course he’s intelligent) the insistent throbbing in your lady bits would intensify till you were forced to seek immediate relief (like when you had to subtly grind a table leg in the artifacts lab yesterday after Jungkook used the bottom of his shirt to wipe off a water bottle and nearly murdered you with a flash of his cut lines.) 

But the worst part. The absolute worst part was the sneaking suspicion that your fixation was not simply sexual. The more you genuinely enjoyed him as a person, the less effective your lurid texts became...

And now here you were - hiding in his kitchen with wet cotton sticking uncomfortably between your legs and no relief in sight.

Grumbling irritably, you fished out your phone and prepared to serve Jungyeon a steamy Kookie fresh from your oven of debauchery. 

Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to tie me to his dining room chair. I want him to rip my shirt in half, slap my tits and suck my nipples till I scream-

The fantasy in your head crystallized at an alarming rate. Your fingers could barely keep up with the filth you were imagining. 

Me: I want him to hike my skirt up and flick my clit through my soaked panties till there are literally tears streaming down my cheeks. 

Me: I want to watch as he sinks those fingers into my pussy. I want him to bend me back and work them in my cunt till I can’t remember my own name. 

Me: I want him to split me in half with his cock and smack my ass till I can’t sit down. I wanna see every place that man’s hands have been on my skin.

Your body was aching. Tormented. The texts that had once been a pressure valve were now actively ramping up the pressure. Whimpering in frustration, you smashed the send button and jammed the phone back in your pocket - ready to once again face the source of your misery when-

da-ding

The entire bottom dropped directly out of your reality. 

You knew that sound. 

It was the sound you heard each time you collected a coin in Super Mario. More importantly - 

It was your sound. 

The sound Jungkook had programmed into his phone as your text alert when he discovered you were a die hard Nintendo nerd. 

And now... 

It was the sound of your universe imploding. 

With shaking hands you drew your phone out to confirm the terrible truth that deep down you had already acknowledged. 

You hadn’t texted Jungyeon. 

You had texted Jungkook. 

For a moment - an impossibly brief moment - you entertained the idea that he would simply ignore the message and continue on with his search for sources on 11th century iconography-

But no. 

A faint but excruciatingly clear gasp carried into the kitchen.

It was the gasp of a man who has just discovered that his dissertation partner wants him to “split her in half with his cock.”

Run. Run away now. Change your name. Move to Madagascar. 

Your eyes darted frantically over your surroundings - searching desperately for a means of escape. 

Why does this man live in Fort Knox?! 

There was one window in the entire room - directly above the sink. There’s no question of whether you’re willing to climb over the sink to get out of here. Of course you are. You would vault a shark if it meant freedom from Jungkook’s maximum security kitchen. 

You had one foot in the sink (the other dangled precariously in mid-air) and were just about to crawl out into your very own version of the Shawshank Redemption when two large hands wrapped around your waist and hauled you back with embarrassingly little effort. 

It took a moment for you to realize that Jungkook had neatly thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Your brain filled with white noise. You wondered - absently- if you could master astral projection between here and wherever he planned to drop you. 

Probably not.

An indignant squeak slipped out when your rear hit the dining room chair, but your eyes remained glued to your knees, unable to meet the gaze of the innocent soul you had no doubt traumatized. 

For one breathless instant everything was oddly suspended... Then - a single finger pressed  firmly beneath your jaw, bringing you face to face with Jeon Jungkook at last. 

“I must say...” he drawled thoughtfully, letting his gaze drift over you with lazy intent, “This comes as somewhat of a surprise given your... history.”

He was close. Too close.  Close enough that his scent - that familiar mix of sunshine and vanilla - was making your mouth water. 

And he definitely wasn’t traumatized. 

Or innocent.

You gulped. 

In fact, the man before you looked like a sex-drenched rock star; just raw charisma wrapped in tats and solid muscle. 

“O-oh?” 

Jungkook grinned. 

“Stuttering? That’s cute coming from the woman who wants me to-” (he made a show of pulling out his phone to check) “split her in half with my cock.”

And there it is. 

“I obviously didn’t mean to send ... that - to you.”

“Oh - I knew that even before I caught you climbing out my window,” he chuckled, “speaking of which-”

His arms unfolded and your eyes bulged near out of their sockets. 

A jump rope - the one you knew was hanging on the wall near the kitchen when you first walked in earlier  - was now wrapped loosely around his wrist. You barely had time to process that he must have grabbed it somewhere between receiving your text and yanking you out of the sink when-

“Are you - are you tying me up?!”

“You seem surprised,” Jungkook whispered softly against your ear (causing you to shiver embarrassingly). “That was the request you submitted - was it not?”

“Besides,” he leaned back to inspect his handiwork, “we can’t have you trying to jump out another window. This is really for your own safety.”

You opened your mouth to say something - actual words - but all that came out was a squeaky sort of wheeze- 

Jungkook continued to regard you in smug amusement. 

“You know you’re somewhat of a legend on campus... They call you the unbreachable babe-”

You rolled your eyes.

“And they wonder why I won’t sleep with them.”

“-the pristine princess-”

“Points for alliteration.”

“-the white whale-”

“Someone called me a WHALE?!”

Jungkook snorted.

“It’s a Moby Dick reference.”

“Everything is a dick reference with men,” you muttered, wiggling against the jump rope. “You know you can’t just go around tying women to chairs against their-”

“Against their will?” he finished with a devilish grin. Slowly he lowered himself down in front of you till you were eye to eye.

“I suppose it’s a good thing I have your written permission right here then.” 

His breath teased across your lips a moment before he moved his mouth to the shell of your ear and wrapped his arm across the back of your shoulders - bringing the phone to you “Why not read it for me, hmm?”

“I - no I can’t I-” your words stumbled as he scraped his teeth over your earlobe. 

“Do it,” he growled. 

The rough timbre of his command shot a hot spark of pleasure to your already drenched core. You could not remember ever being so exquisitely on edge. 

“I ... want Jeon Jungkook to-” your breath caught  as the heat of his free hand crept over your torso, “to tie me to his dining room chair-”

“Check,” he whispered, letting the words brush along your neck. “Go on.”

“I want him to rip-“ his fingers slid further up your chest, “oh gawd” - your breaths were coming in faster - every word stuttered out like a broken whimper - “rip my shirt in half, s-slap my tits and -”

Jungkook fisted one sinful hand in the material of your collar and yanked. Buttons flew in all directions as the cool air flooded over your skin. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy,” he muttered, letting his eyes linger on the black lace bra you’d thrown on because all the others were dirty. “But you don’t look past your books, and every guy you’ve ever shot down in cold blood knows it.”

His hands - sweet fiery heavens - his hands came up to palm your breasts and you moaned aloud - arching forward shamelessly. Your dignity was long gone at this point and you had no desire to retrieve it now. 

Jeon Jungkook finally had his hands on your tits and you weren’t going to miss a single second of it. 

“Please-” you whimpered. His long fingers kneaded into the soft mounds with perfect pressure- - you could feel the weight of his rings through the lace. 

“I never thought I’d get to do this,” his thumb brushed roughly over your peak and you jerked against the rope with an involuntary whine. 

 “You have no idea what you do to me, woman,” he sighed heavily - letting the heat of his breath tease the lace on your nipple a moment before he mouthed over it with the wet heat of his tongue, “but I have so many ideas about what I’m going to do to you.”

Your back bowed up until the rope pulled taunt against the chair - the ache in your center swelled uncontrollably. 

It had been so long. You were so sensitive - too sensitive. 

“J-Jungkook I - Ah! Oh my go-”

He switched to the other breast without warning and unleashed the same exquisite torment until you were grinding your thighs together.

“Frustrated?” 

You shot him a look that was half desperate, half incensed and he raised a single eyebrow. 

Jeon Jungkook knew a challenge when he saw one.

His teeth closed over your cloth covered peak for the briefest instant - sending a sharp spike of pleasure-tinged pain directly to your clit.

You screamed - the throbbing in your cunt became nearly unbearable as you clenched reflexively around nothing. 

“You sound so pretty, sweetness,” he praised gently - letting his lips soothe the abused tip. “Let me give you what you want...”

His fingers curled over the edge of your cups and tugged hard until you spilled out over the top. 

Wow. 

Jungkook felt his heart contract painfully in his chest. 

He studied works of art - masterpieces -  for a living - but looking at you - tied to his chair with the soft, bare swells of your breasts presented to him like Christmas morning - he would swear he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life 

You weren’t just sexy - you were smart, fiery, driven. He had never wanted a woman so badly - not just your body - but you. He’d never been possessive, but just the thought of you stirred something downright uncivilized within him. He wanted you in his clothes. In his bed. Covered in his touch. 

He fought it every day - raged against it while you sat in seminar taking notes in your cute little nerd outfits like a living breathing librarian wet dream. 

When Professor Kim paired you together it was the best and worst moment of his life. It kicked off three solid weeks of increasingly more desperate attempts to hide his persistent arousal anytime you were within 5 feet of him... There were several very close calls - like the time he randomly yanked his gym bag onto his lap in the middle of the library for no apparent reason. But you gave no indication of recognizing his bizarre behavior. (In fact you had zoned out completely because you were watching his hands fiddle with the zipper on the bag - so much so that you spilled your water bottle down the front of your white t-shirt which led to Jungkook disappearing - gym bag and all - into the restroom for a few minutes.)

He knew it was hopeless. 

His new friends were all too eager to tell him of the many men who - even with completely honorable intentions - had tried and failed miserably.  

And yet...here you were. Mewling for his touch like a needy little princess.

He respected your boundaries. You made it clear you weren’t interested in dating - in anything of that nature for the foreseeable future, so he never flirted, never asked you for coffee, never reached for your hand across the table the way he ached to more often than not…

But the moment he read your text, everything changed.

You wanted him (and pretty desperately too, if your depraved fantasies were any indication). Jungkook could feel the familiar hardness building below his waist, but he brushed any thought of immediate relief to the side.

He might never get another shot at this. He had to make it count. 

Stretching forward, he cupped the generous curves of your breasts - testing their weight in his grasp. His gaze devoured you greedily and you could feel yourself blooming under his focused heat. There were no thoughts beyond this second - this moment - and the desperate - all consuming desire for more. More of this - more of his touch - more of his attention. You needed it - craved it till you were whining breathlessly - pushing up into him like a purring cat when-

Smack.

You hissed in mindless pleasure as his palm connected sharply with your tits.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetness?”

Smack.

Your mouth shot open but no sound - save your soft, strangled gasps - emerged.  He used just the right amount of force to send you reeling. Your sopping panties flooded anew with each exquisite impact. 

Smack.

“You want me to mark these perfect tits?”  

Smack.

A primitive growl rumbled deep in his chest as he watched them bounce - mesmerized.

Suddenly his hands were soothing the sore red flesh with tender strokes. His mouth hovered over your hardened peaks - teasing his lips against them and stirring up tiny delicious sparks of heat in the pit of your stomach. 

“I must have pictured you like this a thousand times,” he whispered, “and still nothing ever came close.”

His eyes darted up to meet yours as he flicked out his tongue to wet the swollen tip of your nipple. Your throbbing inner walls fluttered in helpless anticipation as he drew it entirely into his mouth. The obscene visual of Jeon Jungkook suckling one breast while his sinful hands cupped and stimulated the other was lifted directly from your most pervasive fantasies. 

Your body bowed against the restraints again as waves of delicious sensation jolted over you.

He was relentless - showering each side with near worshipful attention while your cunt clenched desperately around nothing.

“Jungkook,” you sobbed, “please I-” 

All at once he surged forward - gently soothing the sides of your jaw with his thumb. His forehead rested intimately against yours - almost - but not quite-  touching your mouth to his.  

“What now, sweetness?” 

The words whispered teasingly across your lips sending shivers over your arms and into your chest from that one tentative point of contact

You were completely sunk for this man and he was determined to prove it. 

“What is it you want?” he coaxed. His voice was soft - indulgent. You were entirely in his power, but he had offered you this one last reprieve. 

You knew what the consequences would be if you answered. 

“I- I need your hands.”

He grinned.

“Where do you need them, hmm?”  His fingers brushed lightly over your knees.

“Higher-”

He slid them up a inch or two further. 

“Jungkook!”

“Tell me,” he whispered against your neck, “tell me where you want my hands.”

“Please...please put your hands... on my pussy.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

You couldn’t resist the warmth of his praise. It curled through you like liquid sunshine, washing away the last threads of your resistance. 

Some things were more important - even than school.

His fingers traced the sodden outline of your slit and you moaned- pressing forward desperately toward relief.

“Already so wet,” he marveled. “Is this all for me?” 

You nodded frantically and Jungkook delivered a harsh flick directly to your clit. The shock of pleasure had you reeling back so hard that the chair scraped across the floor.

“I can’t hear you, sweetness.”

“You-” you sobbed incoherently, “its all for you - please-” 

Jungkook rewarded you with a radiant smile and you’d swear you were twice as wet now, 

“Then you won’t mind if I have a taste?” he chuckled.

Deep, open-mouthed kisses suddenly spread over your core - directly through your panties. The sensation was so foreign and unspeakably lewd that your hips began to shake from the intensity of it. Large hands wrapped around your calves, forcing you to endure his leisurely pleasuring until the emptiness in your cunt became truly unbearable. 

“Ah! Gawd - I can’t - I-” Tears burned at the corner of your eyes. Jungkook gave your ruined panties one last indulgent lick before yanking them off entirely. 

The anticipation of what was coming next was slowly killing you - but if this was going to happen - there was one thing you desperately needed.

“My skirt - take my skirt off I want-”

Jungkook drew back, tilting his head expectantly. “Oh?”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat, but at this point - nothing would come between you and the realization of your ultimate daydream. Not when you were already tied up with your legs open and your tits out. 

“I want to see your hands. When you...I want to see them in me.”

You could tell the moment Jungkook put all the pieces together. A strange light of realization sparked in his eyes as his gaze shifted between his hands, your face and then back to his hands again. 

I want to see every place that man’s hands have been on my body.

“Well, well, well,” he snorted softly - then his palms smacked down on your thighs and the sting made you yelp guiltily. “Anything for you, sweetness.” 

There was such a playfulness to his dominant aura. He had your body at his mercy, but there was unconcealed affection there.

Affection for you.

The realization set your heart fluttering along with your cunt and Jungkook's gaze immediately snapped back to the glistening core. Your skirt pooled messily around your ankles now and the picture you presented was markedly erotic. 

“Look at this pretty pink pussy, sweetness,” he hummed, running one ringed thumb over your swollen labia - carefully avoiding your needy clit. You were just about to literally die when one lone index finger slid into your drenched channel - all the way up to the knuckle. 

It’s been so long since anything but your own inadequate digits have been inside you this way. The foreign feel of him, combined with the erotic visual of his veiny hand pressed lewdly to your center, hit your nervous system like a shot of pure adrenaline. 

“Your tiny cunt is so tight,” he hissed, slowly pistoning his finger in and out of your core.

He added a second finger and you whimpered at the stretch. “How will you take my cock if you’re this tight, sweetness? When your greedy little hole can barely handle two of my fingers?”

You couldn’t look away, the sight of those fingers disappearing inside of you only to reappear covered in your slick was hypnotic. The crude sound of your wetness clapping against his hand with every thrust was completely debauched. You could hear his tempo increase as well as see it and your body writhed helplessly, mewling erratically as the sensation continued to build. You were hurtling toward the edge and he knew it. 

His free hand clamped around the back of your neck keeping your gaze focused on the place where he breached you. “You want to cum on my fingers, baby?” His thumb (finally) flicked your clit and you jolted hard.

“Yes - yes please-” you gasped. 

His lips closed over your throbbing nub the same moment the two fingers in your sopping cunt curled up to press that spot. Lurid squeals tore from you as your body thrashed in an attempt to absorb pleasure that sharp and acute.  

“Jung-jungkook-ah!”

You were wailing his name. He offered no escape from the escalating spikes of sensation - suckling your clit and pounding into your cunt without mercy all the way up until the moment you shattered. 

Your mouth flew open in a silent scream as wave after wave of exquisite release poured through your body. Jungkook whispered filthy praises against your spasming pussy as he gently worked you through the height of it - licking away the messy flood of your cum like nectar from the sweetest source.

Then he was kissing you - slamming his lips onto yours like a man with nothing to lose and everything to win. He kissed you with unrestrained adoration and you opened to him eagerly - drunk in a haze of your own pleasure with a heady mix of your essence and a flavor distinctly his own heating up between your mouths. You could kiss him forever. You never wanted to stop.

“I swear-” he murmured when your lips broke away to taste his razor-sharp jawline, “there were days I thought I would die if I couldn’t have you.”

“Have me, then,” you breathed, scraping your teeth over the tender flesh of his neck. “Take me, now.”

The logistics of how you ended up in his room were mostly unclear (there was a lot of tugging and untying and yanking of shirts over heads…)

However, most significant aspect of the whole transition was the moment you discovered that the massive closet next to Jungkook’s bed had mirrored doors.

Watching yourself bounce up and down on his massive cock was downright mesmerizing. 

The scene before you played out complete with lewd slaps to accompany the visual as he thrust up into your dripping pussy with relentless vigor. One large tattooed hand wrapped around your rib cage while the other gripped into one of your tits. 

Honestly, you could not help but wonder at his strength and stamina as he used your body like his own personal cock sleeve. You’d never once been dicked down so thoroughly - so pleasurably - in the entire scope of your experience, because - if you had - there is no way you could have gone a day - let alone years - without it. 

Gawd you missed this. You missed him. He’d never been inside of you before this moment, but you still missed the feel of him all your life right up till now. 

“How is this pussy still so tight?” he grunted - shifting his position a bit so he could pound into your g-spot from a different angle. 

“Jungkook,” you whimpered - unable to process anything beyond the delicious sensations rocketing out from your swollen cunt with every thrust. 

“I know you can cum again, sweetness” he coaxed. 

The hand on your breast dropped down abruptly to smack your clit right above where he entered you and your broken sobs of ecstasy nearly drowned out his next words. 

“That’s right. Cum all over my cock.”

Searing pleasure tore through you in response to his command. His head shot back with a guttural groan as you clamped down on him.

“Where can I—?” he gasped - wrapping both hands around your ribs as his rhythm became wildly erratic. He was so close he could barely see straight. 

“Cum inside me  - Jung -Jungkook - want you to fill ahh - fill me up-” 

You were your stomach before you could fully process how you got there. The sight of him behind you in the mirror, pounding into your core while his arms and chest rippled obscenely was downright enthralling.

I’m never having sex without a mirror ever again.  

“I’ll never get enough of this perfect little cunt, sweetness. Please -” he begged - the first and only time all night, “- tell me I’m yours. Tell me this isn't the last time I’ll touch you.”

Strange warmth flooded your chest. 

“You’re mine, Jungkook-” a sharp twist of pleasure had you crying out again. “Only mine.”

His thrusts became more erratic as his body lowered closer to yours, bringing his chest flush against your back while his lips brushed your ear.

“And who does this pussy belong to?” he growled possessively.

“You - It belongs to you!”

White hot cum bathed your inner walls as he came with a strangled shout. His arms gathered you close while he rode out the waves of his release. 

The minutes that followed passed in a blur of tender kisses and soft moans...

 There was something so alluring about him gently cleaning and caring for your body in the haze of afterglow. 

“You know what this means, sweetness,” he whispered, pressing his forehead intimately to yours.

“What does it mean?” 

You were already drawing him into another kiss.

“It means all those dirty texts better come directly to me now.”

Ask My Muse: Have a question for the characters in this work? Send it to my ask box and hear their side of the story.

Endnote: This fic took so much out of me... I have never written anything like this before. Feedback is really the only reward for endeavors of this nature and I promise I treasure every word... Please share and talk to me? 

Masterlist: I got more where that came from…

#jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #ficswithluv #btswriterscorner #bts smut #bts #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook scenarios #my writing #lady artemesia #anon prompt #anon request

[ssuperspacejam]

another dnd oc

her names lady artemeisa and shes an ambitious no-nonsense ruler who’s looking for answers 

#she has some really cool powers i cant wait till shes in a battle so i can show off her skils #fun facts ! Shes trans and her first name is Claudia #lich city campaign #lady artemesia #draws

[mizunosuzuka]

My forsaken monk Artemesia. Its just a quick doodle, Id like to draw her all the way sometime soon. Probably when I finish commissions.

#forsaken #Artemesia #world of warcraft #warcraft art #undead #horde #dark lady watch over you #monk

[my-witchy-journal]

🌼SOME FLOWERS IN WITCHCRAFT🌼

Abundance: Arnica

Balance: Heather

Banishing negative energy: Lilac, Snapdragon

Beauty: Amaryllis, Pentas, Wolf’s Bane

Clairvoyance: Poppy, Queen Anne’s Lace

Communication: Datura (with Deities), Foxglove (with Fae), Pansy

Courage: Geranium, King Protea

Creativity: King Protea

Divination: Chicory, Damiana, Datura, Hibiscus, Pansy, Poppy, Rose

Dreams: Calendula (psychic dreams), Dandelion, Datura, Poppy

Energy: Carnation, Sunflower (sun energy)

Exorcism: Angelica, Dandelion, Datura, Henbane, Lilac

Fertility: Daffodil, Damiana, Foxglove, Geranium, Heather, Myrtile, Poppy, Queen Anne’s Lace, Sunflower

Friendship: Hydrangea, Passion Flower

Happiness: Calendula, Hyacinth, Lily of the Valley, Pansy, Scarlet Pimpernel, Sunflower, Tulip

Harmony: Gardenia, Iris, Jasmine, Lavender, Poppy, Rose, Violet

Healing: Arnica, Angelica, Calendula, Carnation, Chicory, Gardenia, Geranium, Heather, Lavender, Rose, Scarlet Pimpernel, Vervain

Hope: Daisy, Violet

Innocence: Daisy, Freesia

Invisibility: Poppy, Wolf’s Bane

Joyfulness: Birds of Paradise

Love: Buttercup, Daffodil, Daisy, Damiana, Datura, Foxglove, Gardenia, Geranium, Heather, Hibiscus, Hyachint, Iris, Jasmine, Lavender, Lilac, Orchid, Pansy, Pentas, Poppy, Queen Anne’s Lace, Tulip, Vervain, Violet, Yarrow Flower

Luck: Carnation, Chicory, Daffodil, Dandalion, Honeysuckle, Poppy, Violet

Lust: Damiana, Heather, Hibiscus, Queen Anne’s Lace

Marriage: Buttercup, Yarrow Flower

Money: Bergamot, Chamomile, Honeysuckle

Passion: Chamomile, Passion Flower, Rose

Patience: Aster

Peace: Gardenia, Iris, Lavender, Passion Flower, Poppy, Violet

Pleasure: Sweet Pea

Prosperity: Jasmine, Poppy

Protection:  Angelica, Arnica, Carnation, Datura, Dogwood, Foxglove, Geranium, Heather, Holly, Hyacinth, Lilac, Lily, Marigold, Rose, Scarlet Pimpernel, Snapdragon, Tulip, Vervain, Violet, Wolf’s Bane

Psychic Ability: Arnica, Calendula, Damiana, Orchid, Rose, Moonflower

Purification: Chicory, Dandelion, Lavender

Relaxation: Chamomile, Jasmine, Lavender, Poppy, Vervain

Removal of Curses/Breaking Hexes: Chicory, Datura, Hydrangea, Lily

Second sight: Henbane, Queen Anne’s Lace, Scarlet Pimpernel

Sensuality: Heather

Sexuality: Damiana, Foxglove

Sleep: Chamomile, Elderflower, Linden, Poppy, Violet

Spirit: Arnica (keeps unwanted spirits at bay), Bergamot (lifts spirit), Dandelion (summoning spirits), Heather (conjuring spirits), Honeysuckle

Spirituality: Jasmine, Queen Anne’s Lace, Rose

Strength: Carnation, Chicory

Success: Bergamot, Chicory, Sunflower

Tranquility: Lavender, Poppy, Rose, Violet

Transformation: Datura, King Protea, Moonflower, Scarlet Pimpernel

Vision: Angelica, Damiana, Datura

Vitality: Carnation

Wealth: Elderflower, Honeysuckle, Jasmine

Wisdom: Henbane

🌈Flower Colours and Magical Correspondences🌈

BLACK AND DARK BURGUNDY: The Crone,  banishing, breaking hexes, and removing negativity

BLUE: Element of water,  healing, sleep, and peace

BROWN AND  BEIGE:  Home,  stability,  and pets

GREEN: The God, element of earth,   faeries, healing, money, luck and fertility

PINK:  Friendship, children, affection and love

PURPLE: Power, psychic abilities and passion

RED: The Mother, element of fire, lust, love, sex, healing and protection

WHITE: The Maiden,  all  purpose, purification, protection,  and moon magick

YELLOW: Element of air, wisdom, mental powers,and divination 

ORANGE: Energy, vitality, and success

🌻🍂Flowers of the Month🍃❄️

January: carnation (bestows energy, healing), snowdrop (symbolizes new beginnings)

February: violet (love, protection), primrose (protection, love)

March: daffodil (fertility, love)

April: sweet pea (friendship, strength), daisy (love), lily (keeps negative influences away  [White: symbol for the archangel Gabriel])

May: lily of the valley (perks you up, lifts your spirits [all part of the flower are mildly toxic, should not be ingested]), hawthorn (fertility, happiness, good luck in fishing)

June: rose (love), honeysuckle (prosperity)

July: larkspur (health, protection), water lily (healing, emotions, psychic powers [use it in water spells, rituals])

August: gladiola (ending relationships, ending situations,), poppy (luck, prosperity)

September: morning glory (can be used in binding spells, peace, happiness), aster (can be used in love spells)

October: calendula (strength, healing, justice)

November: chrysanthemum (protection, protects you from negativity)

December: holly (protection, male plant), ivy (fidelity, love, female plant)

🔱Goddesses and Associated Plants🔱

APHRODITE: Violet, Morning glory, Rose, Linden, Heather, Queen Anne’s Lace, Daisy and all true blue flowers      

APOLLO: Arnica, Henbane

ARADIA: Rue, Vervain, Verbena

ARIANRHOD: Linden

ARTEMIS: Artemesia, Daisy, Damiana    

ASTRAEA: Aster, Michaelmas daisy

BAST: Catnip

BIL: Henbane

BRIGHID OR BRIDE: Dandelion,  Crocus, Helebores          

CERNUNNOS: Chamomile

CERRIDWEN: Vervain/verbena

CHRONOS: Henbane

CYBELE: Chrysanthemum

DEMETER OR CERES: Red Poppy

DIANA: Rue, Henbane, Rose

DRYADS: Daisy

FAE: Daisy

FREYA:  Maidenhair fern, Daisy, Rose, Primrose and Arnica

GANESHA: Damiana

HADES: Datura

HATHOR: Rose

HECATE: Cyclamen, Lavender, Willow, Hensbane, Datura, Wolf’s Bane and Monkshood (aconite)

HEL: Chrysanthemum

HERA:   Iris, Willow

HESTIA: Passion Flower

HOLDA: Rose in full bloom

HYPNOS: Passion Flower

IRIS: Iris, Rose

ISIS: Rose, Heather and purple  Iris

JUNO: Iris

JUPITER: Carnation

KALO: Hibiscus

LADY OF GUADALUPE:  Red and pink roses, Poinsettias

LILITH:  Lily; Deep-Red, Thorny, Garden-Style Roses

LUNA: Queen Anne’s Lace

MAE LABRAID: Heather

MAIA: Scarlet Pimpernel

MARS: Daffodil

MEDEA: Lavender

MERCURY: Chamomile

MINERVA: Thistle, Olive, and Mulberries              

NATURAJA: Datura

NECHTAN: Heather

NEPHTHYS: Lily

OESTRE: Daisy

OSHUN: Chamomile, Yarrow Flower

PERSEPHONE:   Parsley, Pomegranate, Henbane

RA: Arnica, Chamomile

SATURN: Datura, Lavender

SELENE: Rose, Bluebell, Nicotiana, Queen Anne’s Lace   and all white and night-blooming flowers

SHANGO: Hibiscus

SHAVA: Linden

SHIVA: Datura

ST. ANNE: Chamomile

VENUS: Violet, Morning glory,  Rose, Hibiscus, Queen Anne’s Lace, Heather and all true blue flowers    

YEMAYA: Passion Flower, Yarrow Flower

ZEUS: Damiana

Source: Garden Witchery - Magic from the ground up by Ellen Dugan 

#witchcraft #witches #witch #witchy #witchblr #witchlife #Witchling #baby witch #babywitch #beginner witch #flowers #flower witch #witchery #green witch #green witchery #the green witch #flower magic #magick #deities #correspondence

[gogmstuff]

1620s (early) Seated lady, 3/4 length, in an elaborate and gold-embroidered costume, possibly Caterina Savelli, Principessa di Albano by Artemesia Gentileschi (Sotheby's - 27Jan22 auction Lot 31). Removed spots with Photoshop 1506X2000 @300 834kj

#1620s fashion #late Renaissance fashion #Caterina Savelli #Principessa di Albano #Artemesia Gentileschi #curly hair #hair flowers #earrings #high neckline #collar #neckline ruff #tabbed sleeves #hanging sleeves #false sleeves #back-flared cuffs #Basque waistline #saya

[xjoonchildx]

Hi, pls dont answer this if you dont want to, but I heard you and lady artemesia are good friends... i was just wondering if she's alright... its been a while..

hello, my friend 💕

so first let me say that i get asks about vi all the time and i haven't been answering them because i haven't really been sure what to say. the last thing i want to do is put words in vi's mouth.

i will tell you that vi is doing well in her personal life.

there is a reason why she's stepped back from tumblr and that's not my reason to share. i -- just like you guys -- hope that she hasn't deactivated because she hopes to come back to her blog some day, but i would also not be surprised if she does not.

vi is one of the kindest, most thoughtful, most loyal and most talented people i know. i can tell you this because we've met face to face -- the person you guys "know" online is the same person in real life. she's a gem.

so i hope you guys won't take offense to my saying that i won't be answering any more asks about vi. i don't want to beat a dead horse about her absence but i also want you guys to know that she's good. and i'm always crossing my fingers that she comes back 💕

#anagrams 💕

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET EIGHT - ROUND TWO - MATCH TWO

"Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray" (1998 - Kathleen Gilje) / "Moby Dick" (? - Gérard DuBois)

SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS, RESTORED - X-RAY: The piece by artemisia gentileschi I would like to humbly submit is actually a little unique, as it is both by artemesia and by another artist. You see the original painting is called "Susanna and the Elders", and it represents the story of Susanna being spied on, naked, by town elders and then they try to blackmail her into having sex with them. When she refuses, they try and put her on trial for sexual immorality (claiming she slept with them). Her name is eventually cleared. It was typical, in the era that artemisia gentileschi was painting, to depict the story of Susanna as that of a sexy lady bathing sexily and coquettishly, aware and flirty with the elders spying on her. artemisia was having fucking none of it. Her final painting is a departure from this style of depiction showing Susanna visibly uncomfortable with the lecherous elders. BUT THIS ISN'T THE VERSION I'M SUBMITTING. You see, artemisia gentileschi had (supposedly) made an earlier version of this painting, and been asked to paint it over as it was "too disturbing". Although that version is lost to the ages, Kathleen Gilje created a version of that image, underpainted using lead and visible by xray, inspired by artemisia's own life. Without going into disrespectful detail, artemisia gentileschi was sexually assaulted in her life. And she poured some of her rage about it into this painting, before (apocraphally) being forced to sanitize it (into something still radically different than the mainstream depiction). The rage and horror that bleeds through the x-ray version of Susanna and the Elders? Makes me feel like my bones are being liquefied. I feel holy righteous rage and solidarity and love for a woman nearly 4 centuries removed. I feel things too embarrassingly personal to put in a poll.Artemisia Gentileschi based the bodies of both Judith in the first painting and Susanna in the second on her own. Perhaps because of this, perhaps simply because of her immense skill as an artist, the women (and situations) in these paintings feel real. I feel like I could reach out and touch. Gilje's depiction of anguish and the connection made to artemisia's life is palpable. (@sepulchral-pulchritude)

MOBY DICK: This is Gerard Dubois' cover illustration for a recent French language edition of the classic novel. It's a stunning work, visually and thematically. Captain Ahab: you know the type. Rashly self-confident, indifferent to any consideration beyond his own schemes, not a scrap of wisdom. His response to losing a limb is to double down. Captain Ahab as tech bro is befitting, Nantucket whalers being the high tech of their day. How easy it is to picture Ahab swapping grievances with Elon or Zuck over cocktails on a superyacht. The Whale seems only curious about this wierd little man, but what does Ahab spy with his little Eye? Could it be his own Shadow: insecurity, inadequacy, and insignificance? And amusement: who are you laughing at? Those are insults worth sacrificing all hands to erase. [Was the crew of the Pequod all-in? Or did they just need the work?] Hubris is as old as humanity itself. (@welcome-to-the-night-gallery)

("Susanna and the Elders, Restored" is a painting by American artist and art restorer Kathleen Gilje based on "Susanna and the Elders" by Artemisia Gentileschi. Gilje painted a more violent interpretation of the scene in lead paint, then painted a copy of the original Susanna and the Elders over top. This x-ray of the painting was then done to reveal the dual picture. It is not an x-ray of the original painting by Gentileschi.

"Moby Dick" is an illustration by French artist Gérard DuBois.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw nudity #cw rape #cw eye contact #this one has a cut because both commentaries are so long and yet we couldn't think of how to shorten them

[julietandcinderella-if]

How does Adele act around the people she doesn't like? What was her relationship like with her parents?

Adele doesn't show her distate when she's around people she hates. She's been raised to conceal such things in public. However, you will start noticing her folding her arms across her chest and tapping a finger on her bicep when she's with certain people.

Her relationship with her many parents are alright. Not great, but not bad either. However she's very close to Lady Artemesia (Annie's biological mother) and Heir Severo (Harley's biological parent). She wasn't that close to her biological parents Queen Bellerose and Baron Godfrey, and 'till this day she hasn't gotten any closer.

#RO ask #curious anon #Adele

[pulaasul]

Facing an Empress 2

Mitsuru executes Gai, this time with Artemesia.

Chapter 1

FFN I Ao3

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It's been a few days since Hiden Intelligence had a new president.

With Amatsu's new power, he turned his sights on Kirijo.

A hooded person had attempted to place a belt buckle onto Aigis but failed. She was able to defend herself from the supposed non-consensual equipping of things onto her.

"Are you certain of it Aigis?"

"Yes, Mitsuru-san," Aigis nodded. "Fuwa-san was the one who attempted to put those belt bucklers on me," She confirmed. "Although, he did not act like he was the same person."

"I also noticed an uncanny presence back when we first met the Kamen Riders." Mitsuru hummed. "It's like how we first discovered Minazuki as a different being than Sho before they merged."

"Amatsu may be worse than Ikutsuki than we originally thought."

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"Kirijo," Amatsu growled. "I have no business with you, scram."

"You really think yourself superior to everyone else, huh." Mitsuru observed.

"Of course, I always give 100%, no 1000% in everything I do." Amatsu scoffed.

"1000%," Mitsuru raised an eyebrow. "Awfully full of ourselves, are we?"

"Only successful people can give 1000% of everything," Amatsu gloated. "If that's all, I am in a hurry; I have two companies to run."

"We are not remotely done, Amatsu," Mitsuru brandished her rapier. "You had Aigis attacked by someone you've been controlling."

"And do you have your evidence, Kirijo?" Amatsu raised an eyebrow. "It is unbecoming of a CEO to accuse someone without evidence."

Mitsuru simply played video footage of Aigis's attack on a holographic screen she had purchased days ago, followed by a video clip of Amatsu forcing the same Belt Buckle onto a humagear.

"Fuwa Isamu, who wasn't himself, attacked Aigis, last night," Mitsuru gave the facts of her investigation. "Imagine my surprise that there was another sentient being trapped inside Fuwa's head."

Amatsu did not waste time and summoned his weapon and immediately threw it at Kirijo, specifically at the phone that had been playing the video footage a moment ago.

Kirijo saw it coming. She immediately sidestepped and dodged the projectile.

"Amatsu, without the armor, what are you?" Mitsuru questioned as she pocketed her phone and took out a gun.

"I'm a successful businessman, that will always give my 100%, no, my 1000% into all I do." Amatsu proclaimed.

"I see," Mitsuru closed her eyes as if trying to calm down. "Regardless, you attacked my friend and forced something on her, prepare for an execution!" Mitsuru declared as she unceremoniously pointed the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. "Artemisia, show no mercy!"

A masked lady in a ball gown appeared behind Mitsuru and immediately began spinning her whip as soon as she appeared.

A myriad of icicles began to appear in front of the Kirijo before they started flying towards the man.

"When the five horns cross, the golden soldier, Thouser, is born." A disembodied voice declared two animal constructs defended Amatsu from the ice projectiles before converging on him and turning into the man's golden armor.

Mitsuru paid no mind to the transformation as the giant lady behind her began lashing her whip all around.

Amatsu simply dashed forward, dodging the whip strikes along the way, before picking up the weapon he had summoned earlier.

"Jack Rise! Jacking Break!"

Amatsu pulled the knob on his sword and pushed it back down and slashed the air, summoning a bear construct that immediately charged toward Mitsuru before it turned into an icicle.

"Ice?"

Mitsuru stretched her hand and caught the icicle and threw it aside.

Before Amatsu could even react, Artemisia's whip straightened and performed a downward slash, forcing him to raise his sword and defend himself.

"H-heavy." Amatsu grunted before he angled his sword and deflected the straightened whip off of him.

"Are you just going to let your pet fight for you, Kirijo?" Amatsu taunted as he continued to defend and deflect the whips off of him.

"You have your abilities as a Kamen Rider, Amatsu, this is mine," Mitsuru stated. "However, this is not a fight, this is an execution."

"Or you're just weak that you can't fight yourself?" Amatsu taunted once more.

"If someone else heard that line, they would've fought you bare-fisted and still come out victorious." Mitsuru shrugged the taunt. "Finish this, Artemisia."

Artemisia withdrew her whip and swung it above her, separating it into several parts before it rained down on Amatsu.

Multiple purple energy constructs came flying out of Amatsu's weapon and formed a shield above him before using his weapon to block Mitsuru's incoming rapier.

Mitsuru continued her assault and kept thrusting her rapier at the golden-armored man, which left Amatsu with no time to counter-attack with his attention being divided by two attackers.

Mitsuru was successful in backing Amatsu towards a nearby wall. Once she was satisfied with her opponent's distance to the wall, she ducked and let a lone icicle pass through and hit the man's wrist, slamming his hand to the wall.

Amatsu soon found himself restrained to the wall via the ice that froze his limbs to it

"Let me go, this instant!" Amatsu tried to break free from his frigid restraints but to no avail.

Mitsuru ignored the man's protests and removed both of Amatsu's transformation trinkets from the belt, causing his armor to vanish, before dropping them to the ground.

"Next time you decide to attack Aigis or anyone connected to me, I'll have myself an ice sculpture of you displayed in my office, with you in it."

Mitsuru summoned Artemisia once more and created a large chunk of ice with its tip pointing at Amatsu's throat and promptly left the restrained man struggling to get himself free from his frigid restraints.

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𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

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Acacia - Greek - Thorny

Acantha - Greek - Thorn, prickle

Adele - French diminutive of Adelaide - Noble, nobility

Aerwyna - English - Friend of the sea

Aife - Irish - Beauty, radiance

Aksana - Greek - Welcome to the stranger

Albina - Latin - White, bright

Alfreda - English - Elf counsel

Alice - German - Noble

Allegra - Italian - Joyful, lively

Allura - French - To entice, attract

Amaris - Hebrew - Given by God

Amaryllis - Greek - Sparkling

Amber - Arabic - Jewel

Ambrosine - Greek - Immortal

Anastasia - Greek - Resurrection

Andrea - Greek - Courageous, womanly

Andromeda - Greek - To be mindful of a man

Angelina - Greek - Messenger of God

April - Latin - To open

Araminta - Old English - Prayer, protection

Ardith - Hebrew - Flowering field

Aria - Italian/Albanian/Hebrew/Persian - Air, melody, Lioness of God, from gold, noble

Arianwyn - Welsh - White, holy silver

Artemesia - Greek - Gift from Artemis

Arwen - Old Welsh - Noble maiden

Asherah - Semitic - Goddess of motherhood & fertility, lady of the sea

Aster - Greek - Star

Astra - Greek/Norse/Latin - Star, divine strength, of the stars

Astrid - Scandinavian - Godly strength

Aurelia - Latin - Golden

Aurora - Latin - Dawn

Autumn - Latin - Fall, Autumn

Avery - Old French/Hebrew - Elf ruler

Azalea - English - A flower

Aziza - Arabic/Hebrew/Swahili - Powerful, beloved

Baptisia - Greek - To dip, immerse

Bathsheba - Hebrew - Daughter of the oath

Bea - Latin - Bringer of joy

Beatrix - Latin - She who brings happiness, blessed

Belinda - Italian/German - Beautiful, bright serpent, bright linden tree

Bellatrix - Latin - Warrior

Belle - French - Beautiful

Belphoebe - Latin - Beautiful, bright

Bethan - Hebrew diminutive of Elizabeth/Elisheba - Oath of God, God is satisfaction

Betla - Unknown - A woman who finds God in her oath

Blossom - English - To thrive, flourish

Blue - English - Colour

Bluebell - English - Flower

Blythe - English - Happy, carefree

Boudicca - Celtic - Victory

Briony - Greek - To grow luxuriantly

Cadence - English - Rhythm, flow

Calliope - Greek - Beautiful-voiced

Callista - Greek - She that is most beautiful

Caroline - Italian - Strong

Catrine - Greek - Pure

Cecelia - English - Blind

Celeste - French/Latin - Celestial, heavenly

Ceridwen - Celtic - The keeper of the cauldron, The Goddess of poetic inspiration

Cerys - Welsh - To love

Charlotte - French - Petite, free man

Chiara - Italian - Bright, clear, famous

Circe - Greek - Bird

Claudina - Italian - Lame

Claudine - French - Lame

Clementine - Latin - Merciful, gentle, mild

Clio - Greek - Celebrate

Clover - English - Key

Constance - Latin - Constant

Coraline - Latin - Coral

Cordelia - Latin/Celtic/French - Heart, jewel of the sea, heart of a Lion

Cornelia - Irish - Strong willed, wise

Cosima - Greek - Order, decency

Cynthia - Greek - From Mount Cynthus, moon Goddess

Cyrene - Greek - Sovereign Queen

Cyrilla - Greek - Lordly, proud

Daffodil - Dutch - Asphodel

Dahlia - Hebrew - Flowering branch

Daisy - Old English - Day's eye

Daphne - Greek - Laurel tree, bay tree

Davina - Scottish/Hebrew - Beloved

Dawn - Old English - The first appearance of light, daybreak

Deidre - Gaelic - Broken-hearted, sorrowful

Deja - Spanish/French - Remembrance, remember

Delilah - Hebrew - Languishing, lovelorn, seductive

Delphine - French - Dolphin

Demelza - Cornish - Thy sweetness

Demetria - Greek - Follower of Demeter

Diantha - Greek - Divine flower

Donatella - Italian - Gift of God

Dorothy - Greek - Gift of God

Dove - English - Bird

Drusilla - Latin - Fruitful

Ebony - English - Deeply black wood

Eden - Hebrew - Delight

Edith - Old English - Riches, blessed, war

Elara - Greek - Moon of Jupiter

Electra - Greek - Sparkling, shining, bright

Elendra - Sanskrit - Home by the sea

Eletta - Greek - Footloose

Elide - Latin - Small, winged

Elodie - French - Foreign riches

Elowen - Cornish - Elm tree

Elsa - German diminutive of Elisabeth - Pledged to god

Elsie - Diminutive of Elizabeth via Scottish variation Elspeth - Pledged to God

Elska - Norse - Love

Elspeth - Scottish - Chosen by God

Ember - English - Spark, burning low

Enya - Irish - Fire

Eris - Greek - Strife

Esme - French - Esteemed, beloved, Emerald

Esmeralda - Spanish - Emerald

Esther - Persian - Star

Evangeline - Greek - Bearer of good news

Fable - English - Story

Faeryn - English - Of the Faeries

Fauna - English - Young Deer

Faustine - French - Auspicious, lucky

Fawn - English - Young Deer

Faye - English - Fairy

Ferelith - Gaelic/Scottish/Irish - True sovereignty

Fern - Old English - Plant

Fiametta - Italian - Little flame

Fifer - German/English - Pfife player

Fiona - Gaelic - White, fair

Fleur - French - Flower

Flora - Latin - Flower

Forsythia - English - Forsyth's flower

Freesia - German - Freese's flower

Freya - Norse - Lady, mistress, noblewoman

Friday - Old English - Day of Frige

Gaia - Greek - Earth

Galilea - Italian/Hebrew/Israeli - Galilee

Gardenia - Scottish - Garden's flower

Genesis - Greek - Birth, origin

Genevieve - French - Woman of the race

Genoveva - Spanish - Diminutive of Genevieve

Gerda - Scandinavian - Guardian, peace, fertility

Ginevra - Italian - White wave, fair one

Giselle - Old German/French - Pledge

Gretel - German - Pearl

Greta - German - Pearl

Guinevere - Old French diminutive of Welsh Gwenhwyfar - Fair, white, smooth

Hadassah - Hebrew - Myrtle tree

Halley - Old English - Hall, large house, woodland clearing

Harmonia - Greek - Agreement, concord

Harmony - Latin/Greek - In agreement

Harper - English - Harp player

Haven - English - Safe place, refuge

Hazel - Old  English - Hazel tree, colour

Hebe - Greek - Youth

Hecate - Greek - Far off

Helena - Greek - Light, torch, bright

Helga - Old Norse - Holy, blessed

Helia - Greek - Sun ray, of the Sun

Henna - Finnish - Home ruler

Hermione - Greek - Well born, stone

Hilda - Old Norse - Battle

Holly - Old English - Holly tree, to prick

Honey - English - Golden fluid produced by Bees

Hortensia - Ancient Roman - Of the garden

Hyacinth - Greek - Blue flower

Hydrangea - Greek - Warer barrel, flower

Ilona - Greek/Finnish - Beauty, light, joy, delight, happiness

Indigo - Greek - Indian dye, colour

Ingrid - Old Norse - Ing is beautiful

Iphigenia - Greek - Strong-born, born to strength, she who causes the birth of strong offspring

Iridessa - English - Iridescent, light, illuminated

Iris - Greek - Rainbow, flower

Isidora - Greek - Gift of Isis

Isis - Greek - Egyptian Goddess of fertility

Isla - Spanish/Scottish - Island

Isolde - Welsh - Ice ruler

Ivy - Old English - Evergreen climbing vine

Jade - Spanish - Precious green stone

Jadis - French/Turkish - Yore, long ago, witch

Jasmina - Arabic - Jasmine, beautiful, flower

Jasmine - Persian - Gift from God, God's gift

Jessamine - Persian - Jasmine, beautiful, flower

June - Latin - Month, diminutive of Goddess Juno

Juniper - English - Juniper tree, berry

Karma - Hindi/Sanskrit - Fate, destiny

Katerina - Greek - Pure

Katherine - Latin - Pure, clear

Laurel - Latin - Laurel tree

Lavender - English - Flower, colour

Lavinia - Latin - Purity

Lenore - Diminutive of Elenore - Light, torch, bright

Leora - Hebrew -  Light unto me, I have light

Liberty - Latin - Free

Lilac - English - Flower, colour

Lilette - Hebrew - Lady air, goddess of the south wind

Lilou - French - Lily, flower

Lorelei - German - Temptress

Lotus - Greek - Lotus flower

Lucinda - Latin - Illumination

Lucy - English/French - Born at dawn, daylight, light

Luella - English - Famed warrior

Lula - German/English - Famous warrior

Luna - Italian/Spanish/Romanian/Latin - The Moon

Lydia - Greek - Kindred spirit

Lyric - Greek - Lyre

Mabel - English/Latin - Lovable, dear

Maeve - Old Irish - The cause of great joy, she who intoxicates

Maggie - English - Pearl

Magnolia - Latin - Magnolia tree, great, splendid beauty, dignity

Maisie - Scottish - Diminutive of Mairead, pearl

Marceline - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Marcellina - Latin - Of Mars

Mareike - German diminutive of Mary - Bitter

Marion - French diminutive of Marie - Sea of bitterness, mistress, lady of the sea

Marjorie - Diminutive of Margaret - Pearl

Maurelle - French - Dark, elfin

Maven - Yiddish - One who understands

May - Latin - Month, Maia Greek Goddess of increase

Meadow - Old English - A mown field

Medea - Greek - To ponder, cunning

Melisande - Old High German - Strong & industrious

Melisandre - French - Labour, strength

Melody - Greek - Song

Memphis - Greek - Enduring and beautiful

Merry - English - Lighthearted, happy

Millicent - German - Strong in work

Mindy - German/Greek - Love, honey

Minerva - Latin - Of the mind, intellect

Minette - French - Faithful defender

Mirabelle - Latin - Wondrous

Miranda - Latin - Admirable, wonderful

Misty - English - Mist

Moira - Greek - Destiny, share, fate

Mona - Irish - Noble good

Monet - French - Diminutive of Simon

Morgan - Celtic/Welsh - Sea-born, sea-song, sea-circle

Morgana - French - Sea-circle

Morrigan - Irish - Phantom Queen

Morwenna - Welsh - Maiden, sea wave

Moxie - English - Aggressive energy, nerve

Muirgen - Gaelic - Born of the sea

Myra - Latin - Myrrh

Myrtle - English - Evergreen shrub

Nadalia - French/Armenian - Born at Christmas

Nadia - Russian/Slavic - Hope

Naida - Greek - Water Nymph

Nephele - Greek - Cloud

Nesrin - Persian/Iranian - Wild rose, sweetbrier  

Nilly - English - Wild

Nixie - Old German - Water sprite

Nora - Latin - Honour

Nova - Latin - New

Octavia - Latin - Eighth

Ode - African - Born along a road

Odessa - Greek - Wrathful

Olive - English - Olive tree, colour

Ondine - Latin - Little wave

Oona - Irish variation of Una - Lamb

Opal - Sanskrit - Jewel, gemstone

Ophelia - Greek - Help

Paige - Latin - Young helper, young child

Paisley - Scottish - Church, cemetery

Paloma - Latin - Dove, peaceful

Parisa - Persian - Fairy-like

Pearl - English - Pearl

Penelope - Greek - Weaver

Pepper - English - Berry

Petal - Greek - Leaf

Petra - Greek - Stone, rock

Philomena - Greek - Lover of strength

Phoebe - Greek - Bright

Piper - English - Someone who played the pipe

Pippa - English - Lover of Horses

Poppy - Latin - Red flower

Prairie - French - Meadow, pasture

Primrose - Latin - First rose

Prudence - Latin - Prudence, good judgement

Prunella - Latin - Plum

Qetsiyah - Hebrew - Cassia

Quintessa - Latin - Essence

Radella - English - Elfin adviser

Rain - English - Word name

Raina - Latin - Queen

Raven - English - Colour, Bird

Rebel - English - The rebellious one

Reverie - French - To dream, to wander

Reyna - Bulgarian - Queen

Rhiannon - Celtic - Great Queen

Rhoswen - Welsh - White Rose

Rita - Hindi - Pearl

River - Latin - Riverbank

Romina - Arabic - From the land of the Christians

Rose - Latin - Rose, flower

Rosemary - Latin - Rosemary plant, dew of the sea

Rowena - Welsh - White spear, famous friend

Roxanna - Persian - Little star

Roxanne - English/French - Dawn, bright, radiant one

Ruby - Latin - Deep red precious stone, gemstone

Ruth - Hebrew - Companion, friend, vision of beauty

Sabel - Spanish - Devoted to God

Sabina - Latin - Diminutive of Sabine

Sabine - Latin - Woman of the Sabine people

Sabrina - Scottish - Princess

Saffron - English - Spice

Sage - Latin - Wise

Sakura - Japanese - Cherry blossom

Samantha - English/Hebrew/Aramaic/Greek - God heard, listener, flower

Samona - Greek - Native of Samos

Saoirse - Irish - Freedom

Scarlet - English - Scarlet, red

Selene - Greek - Moon

Selma - German - Godly helmet

Sen - Japanese - Thousand

Serafina - Latin/Hebrew - Ardent one, burning ones

Seraphina - Latin derived from Hebrew Seraphim

Serefina - Hebrew - Burning fire

Serena - Latin - Tranquil, serenity, calm, peaceful

Serendipity - English - Chance

Serenity - English/French - Serene, calm

Seven - English - Number seven

Sidney - French - Saint Denis

Sidonie - French/Latin - From Sidon

Sigourney - French - Daring King

Siobhan - Irish - God is gracious

Siofra - Irish - Fairy, changeling

Sky - English - Word name

Sol - Spanish - Sun

Soleil - French - Sun

Sprite - English - Fairy-like creature who lives by the water

Starling - English - Bird

Starr - English - Variation of Star

Stella - Latin/Italian - Star

Sterope - Greek - Flash of lightning, lightning

Story - Old Norse - Large, big

Sybella - Greek - Prophetess, oracle

Sybil - Latin - Diminutive of Sybella

Sydra - Latin - Variation of Sidra, like a star

Tabitha - Aramaic - Gazelle

Tallulah - Native American - Leaping water

Tamara - Hebrew - Palm tree

Tawny - Irish - A green field, golden brown

Temperance - English - Virtue name, self-control

Terra - Latin - The planet Earth

Tess - Greek - Harvester, to reap

Thaddea - Greek - Brave

Theodora - Greek - Gift of God

Thora - Scandinavian - Feminine variation of God Thor

Tindra - Swedish - To twinkle or sparkle

Tova - Old Norse/Hebrew - Beautiful, Thor, good

Triss - Latin - Happy, blessed

Tuesday - Old English - Tyr's day

Tulip - Turkish/English - Turban, flower

Twila - English - Woven with a double thread

Ursula - Latin - Little female bear

Valerie - Latin - To be strong, healthy

Vanessa - Greek - Butterfly

Vasilisa - Greek - Queen, empress

Veda - Sanskrit - Knowledge, wisdom

Vera - Russian/Latin - Truth, faith

Verdie - Russian/Slavic - Faith

Verena - Spanish/Latin - Integrity

Verity - Latin - Truth

Vesta - Latin -To stay, dwell, Roman Goddess of the hearth

Violet - Latin - Purple, flower

Viorica - Romanian - Bluebell

Viveca - Swedish - Alive, lively

Waverley - English - Meadow of quivering Aspens

Wednesday - Old English - Woden's day

Wendy - English - Made for Wendy Darling from Peter Pan

Wilhelmina - Dutcch/German - Will, desire, willing to protect

Willa - English - Feminine form of William

Willow - English - Willow tree

Winifred - Welsh/Old English - Holy, blessed, reconciliation, joy, peace

Winona - Native American - Firstborn daughter

Winter - English - Coldest season

Wisteria - English - Wister's flower

Wren - Old English - Bird

Zelda - German - Dark fighting maid

Zoe - Greek - Life

Zosia - Polish - Wisdom

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Abriel - Hebrew - High father

Alaric - German - All-powerful ruler

Alasdair - Gaelic - Defender of man

Alatar - Literary name - After-comer, noble, great one

Alder - English - Alder tree

Aldrich - English - Elf ruler, noble ruler

Aleks - Russian - To defend, man warrior

Alpheus - Greek - River God

Alvaro - Spanish - Cautious

Amadeus - Latin - Lover of God

Ambrose - Greek - Immortal

Andy - English - Nickname of Andrew, manly, masculine

Ansel - German - With divine protection or follower of a nobleman

Arden - Latin - Great forest

Aries - Latin - Ram

Arion - Greek - A Greek poet and musician

Armon - Hebrew - High place

Arrow - English - Word name

Arthur - Celtic - Bear

Asher - Hebrew - Fortunate, blessed, happy one

Aslan - Turkish - Lion

Aspen - English - Aspen tree

Atlas - Greek - To carry

Atreyu - German - Son of all

Atticus - Latin - Man of Attica

Auburn - English - Reddish brown, colour

Auden - Old English - Old friend

August - Latin - Great, magnificent

Augustus - Slavic/Latin - Great, magnificent

Bacchus - Greek - To shout

Baldwin - English/German - Bold, brave, friend

Balthasar - Greek - Protect the King

Barnaby - English - Son of consolation

Basil - Greek/Arabic - Royal, kingly, brave, valiant

Bastien - French/Spanish - Person from ancient city of Sebastia

Bayard - English - Russet-haired

Beauregard - French - Beautiful gaze

Bellamy - French/English/Irish - Fine friend

Beowulf - English - Bear

Bertram - German - Bright Raven

Birch - English - Birch tree

Blair - Scottish - Plain, field, battlefield

Blaise - French - To lisp, stammer

Booker - English - Scribe

Bram - Dutch - Raven

Breccan - Irish - Freckled, speckled

Breeze - English - Soft wind

Briar - English - Thorned shrub

Brogan - Irish - Small shoe

Bromley - Old English - Woodland clearing where broom grows

Bruno - Old High German - Shield, armour

Calder - English/Scottish - Rough waters, stream

Caledon - Irish/Latin - Hard or rocky land

Callum - Scottish/Gaelic - Dove

Cane - Gaelic - Warrior

Casper - Old Persian - Treasurer

Caspian - English - Place name

Castor - Greek - To excel, to shine

Cecil - Latin - Blind

Cedar - English - Cedar tree

Cedric - Celtic - Bounty

Cephas - Aramaic - Rock

Chakra - Sanskrit - Wheel, circle

Chester - Latin - Fortress, walled town

Cinder - English - Ash, ember

Claude - French - Limping, stuttering

Clement - English/French/Dutch/Latin - Merciful

Conan - Iris - Little Wolf, little hound

Conrad - German - Brave counsel

Constantine - Greek/Latin - Constant, steadfast

Copper - English - Metal, colour

Coriander - English - Bed bug, herb

Cormac - Irish - Charioteer

Cornelius - Latin - Horn

Cosmo - Greek - Order, beauty

Creed - English - Belief, guiding principle

Cyan - English - Greenish blue, colour

Cypress - Greek/English - Cypress tree

Cyril - Greek - Lordly, masterful

Cyrillus - Greek - Lordly, masterful

Cyrus - Greek/Persian - Sun

Dagan - Hebrew - Earth, grain, little Fish

Damon - Greek - To tame

Dandelion - English/French - Lion's tooth (Dent de lion)

Dante - Italian/Latin - Enduring

Darius - Persian - He possesses

Darrow - English - Spear

Dashiell - Anglicized form of Old French De Chiel - Unknown meaning

Dempsey - Irish - Proud - Haughty

Dmitri - Greek - Earth-lover, of Demeter

Dominic - Latin - Belonging to the Lord

Dorian - Greek - Of Doris

Draco - Greek - Dragon, serpent

Drake - English/Old Norse - Dragon, male Duck

Druce - Irish - Druid

Dune - Scottish - Brown-skinned soldier

Dusk - English - Between day and night

D’Artagnan - French - From Artagnan

Edric - English - Wealthy ruler

Eero - Finnish - Eternal ruler

Egbert - English - Bright edge of a sword

Einri - Teutonic - Intelligent

Eleazar - Hebrew - God is my helper

Eliphas - African - Universal, gifted person, intelligent, knowledgeable, god fearing

Ellsworth - English - Nobleman's estate

Emeric - French - Power

Emerson - German - Son of Emery

Emilien - Latin - Rival, emulating

Emrys - Welsh - Immortal

Ender - Turkish - Very rare

Erastus - Latin - Beloved

Ernest - German - Serious, warrior

Eryk - Old Norse - Eternal ruler

Eugene - Greek - Noble, well-born

Evander - Latin - Good man

Everard - English - Hardy

Everett - German/English - Brave as a wild Boar

Evren - Turkish - Cosmos, the universe

Ewan - Scottish/Gaelic - Born of the mountain

Ezra - Hebrew - Help

Fabian - Latin - Bean grower

Felix - Latin - Lucky, successful

Fenrir - Old Norse - Fen-dweller, Fenrir's Wolf

Feron - Old French - Ironmonger, Smith

Figg - English variant of Fig - Fig tree

Finbar - Irish - Fair-headed one

Finch - English - To swindle, Bird

Finn - Irish - Fair, white

Finnegan - Irish - Fair, white

Finnick - English - Marshland farm

Fitch - Old French - An iron-pointed implement

Flavius - Latin - Golden, yellow-haired

Flint - English - Born near outcrop of flint

Florent - French - Flowering

Florian - Latin - Yellow, blond, flowering

Flynn - Irish - Red, reddish

Forrest - English - Variant of Forest, dweller near the woods

Fox - Old English - Fox, animal

Foxen - Old English - Fox, animal

Gable - Old Norse - A triangular-shaped hill

Gabrian - Hebrew - God's able-bodied one

Galileo - Italian - From Galilee

Gallien - Latin - Rooster

Ganondorf - Irish - Descendant of the fair-haired man, fair-skinned, white, fair

Garland - Old English - Triangle land

Gaston - Old French - The foreigner, the guest

Gideon - Hebrew - Feller, hewer

Giles - Latin - Young Goat

Giotto - Italian - Pledge of peace

Giuseppe - Italian variation of Joseph - Jehovah increases

Grey - Old English - Grey-haired, colour

Griffin - Latin - Strong Lord

Gulliver - Irish - Glutton

Guthrie - Irish - Windy place

Hadrien - Latin - Dark

Halloran - Irish - Male descendant of a pirate or stranger from overseas

Hamish - Scottish - Supplanter

Hansel - Hebrew - Gift from God

Harkin - Irish - Descendant of Red

Hawke - Old English - Hawk, Bird

Hawthorne - English/Scottish - Someone who lives by a bush or hedge of Hawthorn

Hendry - Scottish - Variant of Henry

Huckleberry - English - Sweet berry

Hugo - German/Spanish/Portuguese - Mind, spirit

Humphrey - German - Peaceful warrior

Icarus - Greek - Mythology name

Ignatius - Latin - Fiery one

Indigo - Indian dye, colour

Ingram - German - Ing's Raven

Ira - Hebrew - Watchful

Jack - English - God is gracious

Jade - Spanish - Jade, precious green stone, gemstone

Jasper - Persian - Treasurer

Jesper - Persian - Treasurer

Jett - English - Mineral name

Jinx - English - Charm, spell

Jules - French/Latin - Youthful, soft

Julian - Latin - Youth

Julius - Latin - Youth

Kai - Japanese/Swedish  - Ocean, shell, restoration, recovery, rejoice

Keefer - Celtic - Noble, gentle, barrel maker

Kellan - German/Irish - Swamp, slender

Kyros - Persian - Sun

Lake - English - Body of water

Lapidoth - Hebrew - Enlightened, lamps

Lark - English - Bird

Lazarus - Hebrew - God has helped

Leaf - Old English - Dear, beloved, foliage

Leander - Latin - Lion-man

Leif - Scandinavian - Heir, descendant

Leland - Old English - One who lives near a clearing or piece of fallow land

Lemuel - Hebrew - Devoted to God

Leo - Latin - Lion

Leopold - German - Brave people

Linden - English - Linden tree hill

Link - English - Town by the pool

Linus - Greek - Flax

Loki - Norse mythological name

Lorcan - Irish - Little fierce one

Lothaire - German - Warrior

Loxias - Greek - Crooked

Luca - Italian - Bringer of light

Lucius - Latin - Light

Luis - German/French - Renowned warrior

Lysander - Greek - Liberator

Magnus - Latin - Great

Malachi - Hebrew - My messenger

Marcel - French - Little warrior

Marcellus - French - Little warrior

Marius - Latin - Male

Marley - Old English - Pleasant wood, from the lake meadow

Mars - Latin - Male

Matadrin - Latin - My messenger

Matteo - Italian - Gift of God

Max - German/English - Greatest

Maxwell - Scottish - Great stream

Memphis - Greek - Enduring, beautiful

Merlin - Welsh - Sea fortress

Miles - Latin - Boastful soldier

Milton - English - Settlement with a mill

Mingus - Scottish - Tenants of a manor

Montgomery - English/Scottish/Irish - Man power

Moose - German/English - Moss, animal

Mordecai - Persian - Servant of Marduk

Mortimer - English - Dead sea

Moss - English - Nature name

Nero - Latin - Stern

Nicodemus - Greek - Victory of the people

Nirvana - English - Place of great bliss

Noel - French - Christmas

Oberon - German - Noble, bear-like

Ocean - English - The Ocean

Octavian - Latin - Eighth

Octavius - Latin - Eight

Oleander - English - Evergreen shrub

Oliver - Latin - Olive tree

Orestes - Greek - He who stands on the mountain

Orion - Greek - Dweller on the mountain, dawn, east

Orlando - Italian - Famous throughout the land, heroic

Orlow - Russian - Eagle

Orson - English - Bear cub

Oscar - English/Irish - God spear, deer-lover, champion warrior

Osiris - Egyptian - With strong eyesight

Othello - Hebrew - He has the sound of God

Ozymandias - Greek - Tyrant, dictator

Pascal - Latin - Relating to Easter, Passover

Patchouli - French - Plant

Percival - Old French - One who pierces the valley

Peregrin - Spanish/Latin - Traveler

Peregrine - Latin - One from abroad

Philemon - Greek - Strong friend, loved

Phineas - Hebrew - The mouth of a snake, mouth of brass

Phoenix - Greek - Dark red

Pike - English - A spear

Pine - English - Pine tree

Piper - English - One who plays the pipe

Poe - English - Peacock

Porter - Old French - Gatekeeper

Prospero - Latin/Spanish/Italian - Prosperous, fortunate

Puck - English - Mischievous Fairy

Pyrus - English - Fruit trees

Quest - English - Search, voyage

Quillen - Irish/Gaelic - Cub

Quintus - Latin - Fifth

Ramsey - English - Low-lying land

Raphael - Hebrew - God has healed

Rebel - English - Rebel, Rebellious

Regin - Old Norse/Latin - Ruler's adviser

Reginald - English - King

Remington - Old English - Raven, settlement

Remus - Latin - Oar

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, Lotus

Reuben - Hebrew - Behold a son

Rhodri - Welsh - Wheel, circle

Riordan - Irish - Royal poet

Roan - Gaelic - Little red-head

Robin - English - Bright fame, Bird

Rogan - Irish/Gaelic - Red-headed

Romulus - Latin - Citizen of Rome

Ronan - Irish - Little Seal

Rory - Scottish/Irish - Red King

Rowan - English/Scottish/Celtic - Red-haired one

Rudyard - Old English - Red yard

Rufus - Latin - Red-haired

Ruslan - Slavic - Lion

Ryder - Old English - Rider, knight, mounted warrior

Sage - Latin - Wise, herb, prophet

Seamus - Irish - Supplanter

Sebastian - Latin - Venerable, revered

Septimus - Latin - The seventh son

Sidney - Old English - Wide meadow

Sigurd - Old Norse - Victory, guardian

Silas - Latin - Of the forest, God of trees and forests

Silvan - Latin - Of the forest

Silvius - Latin - Wood forest

Simeon - Hebrew - Obedient, listening, little Hyena

Sindri - Old Norse - Small, trivial, sparkling

Skye - Scottish/English - Protection, scholar

Slate - English - Gray-green rock

Soren - Scandinavian - Stern, strict, serious, severe

Sorley - Gaelic - Summer traveler

Spike - English - Long heavy nail

Stellan - Swedish/German - Peaceful one

Sterling - English - Of high quality, pure

Sylvester - Latin - Wooded, wild, woodland

Syrin - Norwegian - Lilac

Tagus - Latin - To cut through

Talon - French - Large claw of a bird of prey

Tanner - English/German - Occupational name for a tanner

Thaddeus - Greek - Heart, courageous heart

Thane - Old English/Scottish - Landholder

Theron - Greek - Hunter

Theros - Greek - Summer

Thibault - French - Courageous people

Tiberius - Latin - Of the Tiber

Tobias - Greek/Hebrew - God is good

Tomas - Aramaic - A twin

Tyr - Norse God of war and justice

Ulric - Old English - Wolf power

Ulysses - Greek - Wrathful, hater

Umberto - Italian - Renowned warrior

Valor - English - Brave, bold

Vaughn - Welsh - Small, junior, younger

Verlin - Irish - Farthing coin

Vernon - English - Alder tree grove

Viggo - Norse - Battle, fight

Vincent - Latin - Conquering

Warner - English - Army

Warren - Old French - Park-keeper

Wilbur - German - Resolute, brilliant

Willoughby - English - Farm near the Willows

Wolf - English - Animal

Wolfgang - German - Path of the Wolf

Woody - English - Diminutive of Woodrow

Wulfric - English - Wolf, rich, powerful

Wystan - English - Battle stone

Xander - Greek - Defending men

Xerxes - Greek - Warrior

Yarrow - English - Rough stream

Zane - Arabic - Grace, beauty

Zephyr - Greek - West wind, Greek God of the west wind

Zev - Hebrew - Wolf

Ziggy - German - Victorious peace

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[monotonous-minutia]

gonna go ahead and ask some of the same questions you asked me:

some of your favorite new-to-you operas from this year;

some of your favorite new-to-you productions of new-to-you operas this year;

some of your favorite new-to-you productions of not-new-to-you operas this year;

and any other cool new operatic things from this year!

thanks for the ask and happy new year!!!

I feel like this year was actually three years so I hope I'm not forgetting anything from this year and placing it in a different year instead...

some of my favorite new-to-me operas from this year:

Dorilla in Tempe!!!! immediately became one of my favorite operas ever. Stumbled upon it pretty much by accident and fell irreversibly in love. I listen to it all the time now, so many tracks made my Spotify top 100, 4 made my top 10 and 3 made my top 5 XD

Giulio Cesare for sure, it might have actually been the first new opera I watched this year. it's a little long-winded but worth it for all the iconic bops. and my poor sweet Sesto <3

that one part of The Stonewall Operas that I saw; still haven't seen them all but I really loved the part I did. (going to finish it some day hopefully!)

L'incoronazione di Poppea, it took me way too long to get to this one and I'm so happy that I did bc that last duet is one of my favorite things ever like truly music of the gods holy heck.

Lucio Silla was a fun discovery because of the Gayness but also because I can't stop thinking of it as Clemenza's evil twin and that's so funny to me.

Theodora!! idk if it counts bc of the format but it was so good I'm putting it on here.

Artemesia was gorgeous and chilling and I loved it.

L'Étoile!! it’s not every day the trouser role is the protagonist and main love interest (although you may notice a pattern in the operas I tend to watch...) plus it’s just such a fun time and the characters are so unique.

La colombe, still have yet to watch a filmed production but I listened to it and it’s such a cute fun little piece.

La fanciulla del West!! I did not expect to love it as much as I did, idk why; Puccini’s not high on my list of favorite composers so I tend to neglect him, but I’m so glad I saw this one. surprise happy ending, wonderful characters, and iconic poor naming choices.

Stiffelio <3

some of my favorite new-to-me productions of new-to-me operas this year:

the Wexford/Fenice Dorilla is phenomenal, sooo pretty and fun and GAY. and literally every other production out there (not that there are many) is invalid bc all the mezzo bois are replaced with tenors. not even countertenors, just tenors. blasphemy. genderfluid baroque bois should not be tenors.

as far as Giulio Cesare goes there's really only one production I could actually sit through the whole thing, and that was the Glyndebourne/Met McVicar one (I have thoughts about a lot of this guy's work but I did like the portrayal of the characters in this one, except Cornelia, fuck her tbh)

speaking of Glyndebourne their Poppea is pretty good too, a bit creepy at parts but the vibe is just. aesthetic. matches the music impeccably imo. also those ladies *heart eyes*

some of my favorite new-to-me productions of not-new-to-me operas this year:

The new Zürich and Hamburg Hoffmanns!! I love them both so much, the edits were really interesting and the productions were both funky and cool and sooo gay. And the cast for the Hamburg one was TOP NOTCH.

also the Théâtre Antique d'Orange 2000 one, Kirchschlager is so cute as Nicklausse and it was a blessing after the Salzburg travesty.

the Canada 1979 Cendrillon was magical and adorable. and gay. I wish the image quality was better and it didn’t end halfway through the last act, but I love it nonetheless.

the Salzburg 1991 Nozze. do NOT confuse this one with any of the other Salzburg ones I saw, some of which just didn’t vibe with me and some that are Objectively Bad. this one is pretty straightforward and nice and it has SUSANNE MENTZER as Cherubino so automatic 100/10 for her.

the Met’s 2017 Rusalka. I loved it almost as much as the 2014 one. both have great casts. this one was a little spookier which was cool to see.

the Madrid 2016 Norma. very pretty and quite gay.

other cool operatic things from this year!

I found a lot more Susanne Mentzer on Spotify, which was so great and she was one of my top artists this year.

I was in the top 0.2% of Ann Murray’s listeners for the second year in a row, probably because I am obsessed with her Nicklausse and her baroque album.

I did not reach my goal of hitting 50 Hoffmann productions, but I’m pretty close.

I’m very happy with how the Operablr Women’s History Month and Pride Month projects went :) 

overall I don’t think I discovered as many operas this year as last year, more so got hooked on a couple and explored them incessantly. not saying one thing is better than another. I wanted to get more operas checked off my to-watch list though. hopefully next year will be a bit less hectic as I won’t spend two months moving and will hopefully not have as many laptop issues. and it will be my first full year without school in 20 years!!

anyway, opera-wise it was a pretty good year. once again opera and operablr helped me keep my sanity during these trying times <3

#thanks!! #asks #opera #opera tag #opera productions #retrospective #happy new year

[ladyartemesia]

•▨ The Choice ▨•

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Pairing: Bastard Prince Min Yoongi x Virgin Reader

Genre: Fairytale/Fantasy AU • Smut • Fluff • Angst

Word Count: 7300

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and sexual content • injury • loss of virginity • mention of a side character being too rough with his lovers • 

Special Thanks: A huge hug and a ton of love goes out to my FIRST EVER beta reader (and tiger king wife) @xjoonchildx​. • Also thank you to (my other tiger king wife) @ppersonna​ and (actual angel) @joonglows​ for giving fabulous encouragement and listening to me whine. 

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a lady born of fire and light

within her blood runs holy might

she must forge her lover’s throne

destroy what once was set in stone

her maidenhead shall be the sign

For from her springs the true king’s line

First Prophecy of the Current Age, Kingdom of Norlandria

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“My lady... I think you may have the wrong room.”

The cloaked figure seated serenely on his favorite chair - in his bedchamber - simply tilted her head.

“No,” your lips twitched in subtle amusement, “I am exactly where I meant to be.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Here? You meant to be here - in the bastard prince’s sleeping quarters?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes met his with cool defiance. Yoongi felt his body stir in response - as it always did when you were near.

Gods this is a dangerous woman.

His hands clenched into fists.

“My lady -” he emphasized your title deliberately, “you cannot be here.”

“And why is that, Min Yoongi?”

It’s been years since he heard his name on your lips and he was utterly unprepared for the effect of it - utterly unprepared for the sharp shot of pleasure twisting low in his belly or the heat that curled up his spine. 

Only the dull fingernails digging painfully into his palm kept his reactions in check.

“Have you forgotten who and what you are?”

Emotion flared in your eyes for the briefest moment.

“No. I have not forgotten.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning back against his large wooden wardrobe with a dismissive scoff.

“Clearly you have, so it falls upon me to remind you that - as the only daughter of our high priest - a child of prophecy - and the sacred virgin bride of the future king - my brother - you have no business-”

“I am not here for your brother,” your voice cracked like a whip, cutting off his condescending tirade with pointed intent, “I am here for you.”

Yoongi felt the deep stirrings of fury boil up in his blood. He stormed forward, slamming his fist on the desk beside you.

“Is this a trap?!” he growled viciously, “Some sort of elaborate ruse cooked up by my brother to lure me into treason?”

“No-”

“Then are you trying to get us killed?!”

“Yoongi - please - listen-” you reached out to grab his sleeve, but he was too fast. He caught your bare wrist in his hand and you both froze.

It was the first time he had ever truly touched you.

It was the first time anyone but your parents and your handmaidens had ever truly touched you.

Gods she’s soft.

The thought flashed through Yoongi’s mind before he could stop it, stoking his anger all the more.

He swore loudly and yanked his hand away.

“Do you not comprehend that even being in the same room with you alone is a death sentence? You cannot come to my quarters in the middle of the night wearing -” the words choked in his throat as his eyes dropped below your neck- “spirits and saints preserve me - WHAT are you wearing?”

“A nightgown.”

“I can see it’s a nightgown woman - er my lady - but the fabric-”

You nodded pleasantly, “It’s the finest in all the land.”

Yoongi opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again.

“It’s completely see-through.”

“And yet,” your eyes danced with warm amusement, “you have not looked away.”

It was true. 

He hated himself for it, but saints he was mesmerized. Sheer silk danced over your skin with every breath, caressing and revealing the forbidden curves of your body in a way that left his hands aching to explore them.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered. 

The question was quiet - pained-  

Almost hurt. 

His eyes darted across your form and face with naked longing, drawing you in like a siren song.

Utterly forbidden... but still so brutally sweet.  

Min Yoongi was notorious in many circles for his fierce gaze and callous demeanor... yet he was never able to fully tame his reaction to you. 

He tried though. He always tried.

Even the most careful observer could barely hear the hitch in his breath when you passed, or note the way his gaze lingered on your face just a second longer than any other.

Now, however, with nothing but a hint of silk and the soft glow of firelight in the intimate space between you, your effect on him was far harder to conceal.

What would it take to break this man?

A lone shiver twisted lazily up your spine. 

Focus. 

This is the last step. The final piece. 

And all of it depended on him.

“Do you remember that summer 5 years ago?… I was seventeen - finally allowed to accompany my father on a hunting party.” You smiled as if you were discussing the weather and not an event that radically altered the course of your life. “I was so excited… I’d never been to Old Forest and it was only the third time I’d met your brother... He was so handsome I could scarcely speak…”

Yoongi’s fingers twitched reflexively against his shirtsleeves. Of course he remembered that day. 

Part of him relived it every time he closed his eyes. 

“When that boar charged my mare and she bolted through the woods, I held on for as long as I could, but I was still thrown... The impact was terrible, but I’d scarcely begun to pull myself upright when I heard the boar charging… and then...”

Your voice tapered off as you lost yourself in the memory. 

“You saved me.”

A man with dark eyes and wild midnight hair suddenly landed between you and the boar. The bow in his hand bent sharply as he slotted two arrows, drawing them back till their feathered tips brushed his lips. 

For the barest instant his gaze darted into yours - shocking your body with a sharp, strange heat. 

Then he fired. One arrow into each of the boar’s eyes - 

A nearly impossible shot. 

The stranger was by your side in an instant - but you could not look away from the gruesome corpse behind him-

“Are you hurt, my lady?” 

Fear and adrenaline beat heavily in your chest, blotting out sound and sensation- 

“My lady!”

Strong hands wrapped around your shoulders, startling you from your daze. People simply did not touch you - not even over your clothes. Warmth spread from his palms, curling through your arms and neck like a caress; drawing you safely back to the forest. 

Back to him.

Saints he was magnificent. 

Eyes like onyx peered into yours with tender concern. Sweat and dirt marred his smooth pale skin, but the sunlight flashing hypnotically over the rings on his fingers and the bright silver earrings dangling from each ear lent him an almost magical aura.

Curious new sensations hummed to life beneath your skin.

“Who are you?” 

The corner of his mouth quirked ever so slightly.

“Min Yoongi.”

“Min Yoongi...” The name struck a familiar chord. “You’re - you’re prince Aurengi’s older brother - the bas-”

“The bastard prince,” he finished for you - his eyes and tone markedly colder than before.

“That’s odd,” you mused with a shy smile “You don’t look like a wicked despoiler of innocents.”

Yoongi threw his head back and laughed.

“Ah well - it's my day off you see. I left my lecherous horns and sinful mask of debauchery at home”

You grinned.

“No wonder I didn’t recognize you.”

Yoongi’s horse had run off and your attempts to walk unassisted were fruitless which left you both in a rather delicate situation… 

Royal law explicitly forbade any man to touch you skin to skin.

Initially you urged the prince to leave you and return with help, but Yoongi dismissed that idea in favor of wrapping his neck in cloth (from one of your many underskirts) and carefully lifting you into his arms. 

You’d never been in a man’s arms before and frankly it was downright exhilarating. You would have willingly broken both legs to experience it. The curl of his bicep under your knees - the warmth of his chest pressed intimately to yours-

Your fingers itched to feel the texture of his hair where it curled softly over his nape…

Hopefully he would attribute your erratic breathing to the near miss with the boar and not his delicious proximity. 

Sighing, you allowed your gaze to roam over the exotic slope of his eyes and the sharp cut of his jaw all the way up to the intricate silver ornaments at his ear. They appeared quite strange and foriegn to your inexperienced eye. No men and very few women in the kingdom favored such adornments. 

“Why do you wear the earrings?”

Yoongi tipped his head a bit to offer you a small indulgent smile. You tried very hard not to swoon. 

“My mother… she was an Eastrili”

Your eyes widened. 

Eastril was an ancient kingdom - far older than Norlandria - whose borders were the limit of your experience with the outside world. The Eastrili were known for their rich cultural ties to ritual magic; the elaborate piercings and intricate designs inked into their skin set them apart from their less spiritual neighbors. 

“Have you ever been there?” 

You were practically burning with curiosity, but the prince shook his head. 

“No… My mother was a warrior. When Norlandria invaded Great Bay, she was captured as a prisoner of war.”

Your eyes widened even further at that.

The Battle of Great Bay was infamous to both Norlandria and Eastril. The conflict lasted nearly twelve days with catastrophic loss of life on both sides-

Until Eastril’s beloved princess was slain on the field. 

The shock of her death forced an immediate cease-fire. Technically the two countries were still ‘at war’... but since the loss of the princess there had been an uneasy - unofficial - peace.  

“Was she there? Did -did she see the princess die?”

Yoongi’s jaw worked reflexively - as if he was carefully considering his next words,

“She served directly under the princess, but would never speak of her death or of Eastril. I believe the memories were too painful.”

“So…” your mind followed his words to their logical conclusion, “they’re her earrings. Your mother’s.” 

“They’re all I have left of her really. The piercings of an Eastrili are sacred - so much so that Norlandria and Soutmar have signed Articles of War promising never to remove them from Eastrili prisoners.”

“They suit you,” you spoke suddenly - and then immediately wished you were dead because saints you had said that out loud-

Yoongi laughed and you smiled up at him sheepishly.

It could have been minutes or hours of engaging conversation and playful banter before the pointed towers of the royal hunting lodge finally came into view. Yoongi had just finished handing you to you father (who’d come rushing through the iron gate looking frantic) when he found a blade pressed against his chin.

“How dare you put your filthy mongrel hands on my fiance-” 

The crown prince’s snarl dripped with palpable malice.

Yoongi didn't move. His eyes flew to yours, but that only seemed to enrage Aurengi further.

“Don’t look at her,” he growled, driving his sword infinitesimally harder into his brother’s flesh.

‘STOP!” 

Both princes sported nearly identical expressions of shock as you scrambled from your father’s hold to lunge awkwardly between them.

Clearly neither one expected you to intervene and the surprise on Yoongi’s face was almost heartbreaking.

“He never touched me! He saved me. That boar would have killed me if not for him.”

Deafening silence followed your breathless declaration. 

In any other situation, your father would have expressed his immediate gratitude, but the crown prince’s open hatred of his elder brother had the man holding his tongue.

Your jaw clenched in fury. 

“Min Yoongi!” Your eyes locked with Aurengi’s as you called out his brother’s name. “I require a token.”

Gasps echoed across the chamber in all directions. Aurengi’s eyes widened. You could not see Yoongi’s face, but you heard him stiffen behind you,

The token ritual was a sacred custom among your people. When any man or woman saved the life of another - the person spared requested a token from their savior. The token was a reminder of the service rendered. In a time of great need, the savior could call on a token holder for aid ...and he or she was bound to give it. 

“I cannot grant you a token for doing my duty.” 

The words whispered quietly across your back. Beside you, your father visibly relaxed, and for the first time in your life- you were ashamed of him.

“No.” The word rang out with fierce conviction as you turned to face him. “You would not dishonor me by refusing my request...Your Highness.”

Yoongi’s expression remained carefully neutral, but the impact of your statement was not lost on him. No one ever addressed him by his title in his brother’s presence. 

Aurengi hissed angrily behind you, but you ignored his antics and defiantly held out your hand.

Slowly - as if in a daze - Yoongi reached up to the braided metal dangling from his right ear. Your mouth parted in surprise.

His mother’s earring.

The young prince’s fingers hesitated for the briefest moment before he dropped the precious keepsake into your hand.

Yoongi’s eyes drifted unconsciously to the treasure he’d given you all those years ago.

You had not taken it off since that day. 

He almost couldn’t believe it when he saw you - nearly two years later-  with his token hooked into your skin for the world to see. It enraged Aurengi that you insisted on wearing it - knowing full well it was the mark of his bastard brother.

A mark you both wore proudly.

His hand stretched toward the familiar metal braids almost of its own volition - brushing the delicate links against his fingertips before pulling away from you once more. 

“I was only doing my duty,” he whispered - an echo of his words so many years ago “You should not read too much into such things.”

“And the letters?” you asked. “Were they your duty too?”

Yoongi paled.

“Letters?”

His tone was deceptively even. An amused smile tugged at your lips. 

“My letters,” you sighed, casually slipping the velvet cloak off your shoulders - removing the last barrier between his gaze and the diaphanous slip draped decadently over your skin.

Every nerve in Yoongi’s body fired chaotically - all at once. 

Spirits and saints have mercy.

You were here - in his room - soft and inviting in a way he had only ever dared dream about - and even then none too frequently because such tempting thoughts about the woman he wanted so desperately, but would never have were needlessly masochistic. And now here you were - beckoning to him like the ancient sirens - so glorious in their draw - yet so deadly in their embrace-

It was far more than he was prepared to handle. 

His eyes flew closed in a fruitless bid for self preservation. There wasn’t nearly enough blood left in his head to produce coherent human speech, still he was quite ready to beg you - for the love of all the gods - to please stop tormenting him and let him live out the rest of his wretched solitary existence in peace, but you spoke again before he could find the words.

“The letters I’ve been forced to write every week since my thirteenth birthday... letters to Aurengi which he pawned off to his steward - and somehow… found their way to you.”

“You’re mistaken” he muttered - turning away from you to hide the havoc in his mind and body 

It took every ounce of self control you possessed not to openly revel in his reaction - both to your words and your daring negligee.

“Hoseok is a good man,” you whispered after a moment. “He may be your brother’s steward, but he was your friend first and his loyalty lies with you.”

Yoongi carded his fingers through his hair in an attempt to ground himself again. 

“How could you know that?”

“His wife, Ana, was a handmaiden before she became a lady in waiting. She noticed my letter in the tray on Hoseok’s desk. Later she watched you retrieve it…” 

A tender smile crept over your face at the thought of your fierce (though outwardly serene) former handmaiden and the man wrapped securely around her finger.

“Hobi is quite besotted enough to tell her anything she asks.”

Yoongi wished - fervently - that he didn’t completely understand. 

He gulped reflexively. 

“How long…?”

“I’ve known I was writing to you for three years. Though... there were hints before that. Aurengi clearly wasn’t reading my letters, he never understood any reference to them I made in conversation. But the gifts he sent me - gifts I assume he expected Hoseok to take care of like everything else - those could only have come from someone who read my words - someone who knew me-” 

A sudden swell of emotion twisted heavily in your chest, “They could only have come from you.”

Yoongi would have traded his best horse to be anywhere else. He felt vulnerable  - betrayed - exposed. The familiar desire to lash out and defend his innate sanctity bucked frantically against his fraying control.

Yet as he turned to rage at you-  he found himself simply offering the truth...

“I never receive letters.” His eyes remained fixed on the floor - carefully avoiding your gaze.  “I was visiting Hoseok one day... and he was frustrated because Aurengi refused to read yours. He’d ordered Hoseok to go through them all and let him know if there was anything important.” 

Yoongi shook his head and breathed out a bitter chuckle. 

“There were stacks of them just sitting there - stacks of letters for my arrogant brother from the woman he was going to spend his life with.... and he couldn’t even be bothered to open them.”

He swallowed convulsively-  acutely aware of your eyes on him and of the unprecedented vulnerability he was allowing.

“I don’t know what made me do it… perhaps curiosity -or jealousy that my brother was already guaranteed companionship when I was always-” his jaw clenched, “so lonely.”

The prince’s eyes finally rose to meet yours.

“You were… such a surprise. The letters were vivid...engaging - filled with intelligence and personality and I was... fascinated by you.” 

His hands clenched reflexively.

“When I learned that you would be coming on the hunt that year, I joined so I could catch a glimpse of the woman from those letters.” 

Yoongi would never forget the first time he saw you…

Laughing with your face tilted into the rays of the sun. 

He had never experienced anything so acutely bittersweet.

You were the answer to a question he had quietly asked all his life.

And yet he would never know you. You would never be his. 

He determined then and there to ignore you for the sake of his own sanity, but when your horse suddenly tore off into the forest, Yoongi felt the world itself ground to a halt. The other hunters were courtiers and aides - they wouldn’t know how to safely retrieve you, but he’d grown up racing stablehands through the trees - engaging in the kind of deadly recklessness young men seemed to be known for. He was ironically grateful for those idiotic antics as he spurred his mount after yours.

Even then, he was almost too late. 

“I never expected to save you or give you my token, I certainly never expected you to wear it…”

“And you kept reading my letters.”

“I felt like you deserved to be heard,” the words slipped out almost absently - as if he had not meant to speak them aloud. 

Your quiet gasp instantly set him back on edge. 

“After all” his tone was cooler now - without a trace of his former vulnerability, “you were kind to me and you will be queen one day- my dear brother’s wife - it's the least I can do - for family.”

“Family!?” you scoffed, “Is that what we are?”

“We are nothing, my lady. I am the king’s bastard son and you are the fulfillment of a centuries-old prophecy-”

“Yes. The prophecy,” you sighed wearily. “How could I forget-” 

“- which clearly states you will have one lover - the heir - the crown prince - so if anyone were to see you here - in my bedchamber wearing-” (his eyes dipped briefly below your chin) “-that - it would mean death- certainly my death, possibly yours too - and not just any death - the long-drawn-out painful kind-”

“Do not presume to tell me what the prophecy states. I’ve lived my entire life in the shadow of those words! They’re all anyone ever sees when they look at me-”

“That’s not true-”

“It is true! That prophesy bound me to Aurengi before I drew my first breath!”

Yoongi’s eyes closed in pain.

Your hands fisted into the fabric of your gown.

“I’ve seen the women who stumble out of your brother’s chambers… Their bodies are battered and their spirits broken. His taste in bedsport feeds on fear and violence, They are not his lovers...they are his victims. There is neither love nor trust in his dealings with them.” 

You took a deep breath, closing the distance between you till you stood directly in front of him. 

“Aurengi leverages his power over them just as he will someday leverage his power over our kingdom - over me.” 

“No.” Yoongi growled. His hands wrapped around the soft flesh of your arm- dragging you just short of fully against him

“Yes,” you fired back bitterly. He was close enough to feel the word against his lips. 

“They’ve all spent years preserving my sacred virginity so they can hand my body and soul over to that despicable animal. I’ve voiced my concerns - my objections - again and again and it does not matter that I’m terrified of surrendering my freedom and our people to a man who cares for nothing but himself!”

Yoongi’s forehead pressed intimately to yours. The sound of your labored breathing filled the scant space between you. His eyes had fluttered closed, but your scent curled around him like a mage's curse. He could barely breathe for want of you. His fingers fanned out to skim the smooth planes of your shoulders, sending heady waves of pleasure directly to your core. 

“Spirits and saints above,” you moaned - no longer capable of hiding your reaction, “I have wanted your hands on me from the moment I saw you.”

The prince wrenched himself backward with an anguish gasp.

“You would have me defy the gods?! Your blood is sacred-”

“And what of my choice!? Is that not sacred too?!”

His eyes flashed like warm obsidian. 

“Yes.”

The fragile tether restraining Yoongi’s desire seemed to snap around the same moment as your patience. 

His hands, which were digging desperately into the surface of his desk, suddenly curled around your waist and dragged your body flush against him. You barely had time to register the flood of new sensation before Yoongi swooped down and took your mouth.

If you were offering yourself to him on a silver platter, then by the gods he meant to have you.

The sheer force of your reaction to his kiss - your first kiss - had you whimpering desperately, but Yoongi was in no mood to be merciful, plundering your mouth like a man who would rather die than stop. 

He broke away briefly to lift you onto the desk and run his palms up your bare legs- pushing that accursed gown back till they wrapped easily around his waist. 

“Is this what you want, my lady?” he growled into your ear before taking it between his teeth. A lifetime without intimate touch left you wildly oversensitive. His hands, his mouth, his heated breath fanning over your skin - it was too much - it was far too much, but saints you’d do anything to have more.

“Please,” you whimpered, not even entirely sure what you were begging for.

Yoongi nipped the skin at the base of your neck, drawing out small potent shocks of pleasure. His hands spread greedily over your thighs until he gripped the soft mounds of your backside and slammed your aching center against him.

You screamed.

“Gods you’re nightmare” he hissed, grinding harder against you till you were literally shaking.“You come here - into my private chambers - wearing nothing but a scrap of see-through silk,” a harsh tearing sound filled the room as Yoongi shredded through the finest fabric in all the land. Cool air whispered over your exposed torso for a brief moment before he replaced it with the warmth of his touch.

“Why must you ask for my hands when you belong to someone else.” His teeth sank into the sensitive flesh between your neck and shoulder. Your hips jerked involuntarily - forcing another tortured groan.

“You know what they say about me don’t you?” he muttered as he mouthed along your collarbone.You gasped every time his tongue flicked out to tease you.“That I'm a heartless bastard.”

He tugged you forward off the desk - upending your balance as his thigh moved between your legs - causing you to straddle it lewdly.Your toes were barely able to brush the floor. You were forced to cling to him and struggle against his muscled thigh to remain upright.

Wicked waves of pleasure and frustration erupted from your core and the shock of it had your eyes flying open.

Yoongi’s hands suddenly cupped your chin, bringing your mouths into a teasing almost contact.

“I’ve been heartless since the moment I met you,” he whispered, letting his lips brush against yours, “I didn't even know I had a heart until you took it from me.”

Tenderness and desire jerked violently in your chest as he opened his mouth to you - letting you explore him as he had explored you only moments before.

Brutal sensation trembled through your limbs. Your fingers shook as they clawed at his tunic - desperate to feel more of his skin against your own.

“Yoongi please,” you sobbed, burning up with an emptiness you couldn’t quite comprehend, “help me, please.”

“I will,” he swore - clearly misunderstanding what you were begging for, “I’ll get you out. I don’t care where I have to take you, I’ll never let him have you.”

You giggled breathlessly.

“No, I’m not going anywhere.”

Yoongi froze.

Which was terrible, because you’re reasonably sure he was about to put his mouth over your nipple and you had no idea that was even an option, but you’re really keen to try it now if he would just -

“What are you saying?” His previously tender grip became surprisingly clinical as he hauled you none-too-gently back onto the desk.

“I’m saying that I’m not planning to run away.”

Yoongi’s brows raised right up into his hairline.

“Are you mad? They’ll kill us.”

No need to specify who “they” were. He had broken about fifteen laws in the last fifteen minutes and was halfway through violating a prophecy. “They” was a long list at this point. 

“They won’t.”

“They will!” His voice was a tad higher-pitched as a result of his disbelief and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. 

“I’ve mostly despoiled a sacred virgin! We’re actively defying a prophecy!” His common sense began to trickle back as the situation below his waist calmed down. “Saints what am I doing?!”

“We’re not defying the prophecy,” you huffed, leaning over to yank your cloak up from the floor. This was not a conversation you were prepared to have naked. “We’re fulfilling it.”

The prince drew back and blinked several times. Slowly.

“...Have you gotten into your father’s incense again? I heard about that thing with the cow and the fountain-”

“Oh my stars- that was one time - no. Just listen.”

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose - letting his eyes flutter closed. “Yes - of course - I’ll just...listen.”

“Tell me the first line prophecy-”

“I thought I was listening.”

“Are you serious right now!?”

Yoongi grinned. Gods you were a firebrand. 

He sighed deeply and began to recite the familiar words.

“A lady born of fire and light, within her blood runs holy might-”

“Yes - now - that refers to the astrological phenomenon at the hour of my birth and my bloodline - there’s no question of my identity. However, the next lines are far less clear.”

Yoongi was trying to follow along - he really was, but you were half naked and making absolutely no sense.

“In... what way?”

“She must forge her lover’s throne - that’s the next part. Those fools are so obtuse - they’ve had me learning blacksmith craft since my tenth year so I could literally forge Aurengi’s throne. I’m bloody terrible at it - honestly, any throne I forge -  it would be a miracle if it stood upright.”

“I’m afraid you cannot dismiss an entire prophecy because you’re a shite blacksmith.”

“I am profoundly aware of that.”

“And - you destroyed Aurengi’s first engagement. Our families had already exchanged betrothal stones with the royal family of Westarin. Your birth destroyed what once was set in stone by breaking his promise to their princess. Everyone knows that -”

“Everyone is wrong!” Your words rang with utter conviction and Yoongi found himself - reluctantly - beginning to question something he had taken for granted all his life.

“...In the Great Hall of Kings... there is stone pillar with hundreds of names on it-”

His mouth parted in absolute shock.

“Th-The Stone of Succession?”

“The name of every king and his heir are carved into that stone - not just literally, but metaphorically - the succession order has been set in stone.”

“And….if the prophecy does not refer to Aurengi-”

“- then it would destroy what once was set in stone by destroying the succession order. The prophecy cannot refer to Aurengi. After all - why specify a true king if there wasn’t also a false one?”

A faint ringing sound began to build in both his ears. His skin seemed to itch from the inside out as your words slowly sunk in. “Speak plainly. What are you saying?”

“I am saying that my choice - here and now - will forge your throne ...Because you are the true king.”

Yoongi was out of his seat and heading towards the window in less than an instant. The air was suddenly far too heavy to breathe properly.

“That’s not possible,” he coughed, “I have no desire to be anyone’s king, and even if I did - you cannot wish such things into existence-”

“I don’t need to make any wishes. The heir to the throne is the child born to the highest ranked of the king’s lovers - even if she is not his wife - that is our law.”

“It’s been centuries since a woman of higher birth than the queen produced an heir. And frankly that means nothing in this situation-”

“It means everything. Aurengi’s mother was a duchess - but yours was a princess.”

Yoongi whirled around to face you fully - his eyes wild with suspicion and shock.

“How - how could you possibly-”

“She told you didn’t she? She told you the truth before she died-”

“No! She was sick - delusional - the fever was already in her mind -”

“She wasn't delusional! It was true, Yoongi!”

He shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around what was unfolding.

“I don’t understand. There was no one in the room when she told me - she was minutes from the end - there’s no way-”

Gently you reached forward to cradle his face in your hands.  His pulse calmed instantly under your touch.

“Yoongi...last year a small vessel ran onto the rocks near our family estate. Cousin Lindy and I were out riding to check for damage from the storm when we found it. Lindy recognized the Eastrili design right away.”

Your fingers tentatively carded through his hair and he sighed out a quiet groan in response.

“If my father knew, he would have detained them as political prisoners, but they were only in Norlandria because the storm blew them off course... I didn’t have the heart to turn them in.”

Yoongi snorted softly.

“Do you ever do what’s expected of you?”

“Only if it makes sense.” 

He grinned.

“There were three men left alive in the wreckage. We dragged them to the groundskeeper’s cottage and hid them there till they were recovered... When I got word that they were well enough to receive visitors, I went to greet them. I intended to help them return to Eastril…”

Your fingers tightened on the veil covering your face and hair as the wind raged over the nearby sea. There was no viable reason for you to visit the groundskeeper in the dead of night. Hopefully the veil would be enough to conceal your identity from prying eyes.

You stumbled clumsily into the cottage and found yourself face to face with three of the most beautiful men you had ever laid eyes on.

Saints. They didn’t look like that when they were half-drowned and covered in sea mud.

Each of your guests had thick dark hair similar to Yoongi’s. Ink markings swirled over their necks in mesmerizing patterns. One even had what appeared to be runes drawn elegantly under his right eye. Silver piercings glinted from their brows, ears, lips, and noses.

They were utterly stunning. 

“My lady we owe you our gratitude,” the shortest of the trio bowed deeply. “I am Jimin and this,” he gestured to the two men behind him, “is Jungkook and Taeyhung.”’

“You are most welcome.” You offered a polite curtsy before reaching up to remove your veil. “It is my good fortune to cross your path.”

Jimin froze.

One of his companions gasped audibly, the other looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

Fear gripped your chest.

What is it? What’s wrong?

Taehyung spoke frantically in their native tongue and Jimin immediately raised his hands toward you in a gesture of peace.

“I am unarmed,” he whispered - his eyes strangely fixated on your face. “Please may I come closer?...I swear on my soul’s fire I will not hurt you.”

His gaze seemed desperate and oddly... hopeful.

“Y-yes. You may.”

As he drew forward, you realized that his focus was not on you - but on something that was revealed when you discarded your veil.

“Where did you get this earring, my lady?” 

The two behind him shifted anxiously.

“It was...” you were suddenly reluctant to disclose Yoongi’ identity, “- a man. He saved my life and gave it to me as a token.”

“May I?” 

His fingers reached out tentatively to touch the delicate chain in your ear.

For a moment you swore you could feel the metal heat against your skin.

Jimin’s nostrils flared. His eyes went black.

Well that was unexpected.

“Do you know... that in all the world there is only one pair of earrings like this?”

Yoongi drew back in confusion.

“They recognized my earring?”

“Jimin and his companions are royal mages. Their families have served the ruling house of Eastril for a thousand years. These,” your fingers brushed over Yoongi’s earring, “- were custom made for the Princess of Eastril by Jimin’s father. They still bear traces of his magic.”

“That proves nothing. My mother served with the princess. She could have taken them -” 

“She didn’t. You know that no Easrtili would remove another’s piercings - it's sacrilege. Your mother was the princess.”

His eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Why would a princess allow any of this to happen? She was a prisoner of war - the king’s lover. What you’re suggesting is madness...”

You bit your lip, considering how best to communicate the enormity of what you knew. Yoongi - despite being eyeball deep in a life altering identity crisis - was momentarily distracted by how much he wanted to bite your lip. 

“Jimin eventually took me into his confidence. It helped that he and Lindy became -” you searched for a polite way to say that they had defiled every surface in the groundskeeper’s cottage, “- close.” 

Yoongi's eyebrows raised.You cleared your throat awkwardly before continuing. 

“It was Jimin’s father - the high mage of Eastril - who helped your mother fake her death. They realized that without a catastrophic incident, our countries would tear each other apart. She was trying to buy time to look for a more permanent solution... But they lost contact with her when she was captured by your father.”

“I don’t understand. Eastrili mages have scry magic, they can find almost anyone.”

“But your father isn’t just anyone is he? No soul in Norlandria is more guarded than the king  - especially when it comes to foriegn magic. Defensive spells protecting the royal family are crafted by hundreds of our strongest priests.”

“Do they know that…” his eyes burned briefly with unwanted tears. “Did you tell them she’s gone?”

“They knew… Jimin said her flame burned for 12 years after the battle of Great Bay. They searched for her everyday until then… Now they search for her son.”

Yoongi's heart stuttered painfully in the wake of your words.

“...Her son?”

“They saw she had a child -  a new flame. Taehyung has seen glimpses of you in visions for years, but the wards protecting royalty - like you - were simply too strong to penetrate. The mages don’t have the power they once did. Their energy flows from the land and people of Eastril and since the Great Wars - both have suffered considerably.”

The chaos in Yoongi’s mind was deafening- immense, and the path ahead had never been more unclear.

“If this is true, then…”

“...Then you are not the child of a fateless Eastrili warrior - but of two ancient royal lines. Yours is the bluest blood in this castle. Not even the king can claim such a lineage.” 

After a moment, you reached back to remove your earring, offering it to the prince with an open palm.

“I owe you my life... And I know you’ve never wanted to be a king. There’s still time to take your token and disappear. I’ll never force you as I have been forced.”

The words are painful, but you must continue - even if it shattered your heart.

“Jimin is the high mage now. He plans to marry Lindy on the night of the Summer Solstice. They’ve arranged to smuggle her out of the country on a private fishing vessel in two days… and if you want- you can go with her.”

Carefully, you draw his hand to your heart, pressing the familiar silver ornament into it.

“Your mother’s earrings and his word is all it will take for you to assume your rightful place among them. Reclaim your token. You can wash your hands of this and I swear I’ll never reveal the truth of who you are...or-” 

“...Or?” 

His fingers closed over the token, weighing it along with your words and their inevitable consequences.

“Or stay,” you whisper - trying desperately not to plead with him. “Fight for your birthright. Lead our people. The light of Eastril is fading, but with the might of Norlandria at your disposal, you can bring it back... Claim your destiny.”

After a moment, your eyes met his with quiet trepidation... and a fierce spark of hope.

“...Claim me.”

His gaze never wavered from yours. The soft sound of metal shifting in his hands reached you even before you understood his intent.

Your heart pounded wildly as Yoongi threaded the familiar clasp through your ear. 

“You...are mine.” 

Then he crushed his mouth to yours.

This time there were no inhibitions, no distractions, no crippling guilt.  

The cloak went flying across the room as Yoongi swept you into his arms, moving forward till your back hit the plush surface of his bed.

“Years I wanted you - wished for you,” he whispered, dragging his mouth down your neck till he reached the sensitive hollow right above your collarbone. “And you’ve been mine all along.” 

His lips latched on to your skin, sucking a deep purple mark at your pulse point. The strange mixture of pain and pleasure had you whimpering helplessly. You needed more. More of this delicious pressure. More of him. 

Yoongi’s hand wrapped around your wrists, pinning your arms above your head. Your body was soft, ripe - irresistible -

Perfect simply because it was yours.

His breathing grew labored as he drank you in.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, “I’ve waited long enough.”

He grinned.

“Yes, my lady.”

The prince’s reputation for seductive debauchery was primarily the result of some overblown gossip surrounding a few (memorable but) isolated incidents in his wild youth.

However overblown they might be, you quickly discovered that the rumors were not - in fact - unfounded as Min Yoongi proceeded to thoroughly debauch you.

The brief speech your mother traumatized you with on your sixteenth birthday had not prepared you for the feeling of his mouth working over your heated core or the shattering ecstasy that shot through you when his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud nestled there.

Your nails clawed over his back as he explored and unraveled your body in ways you had never imagined. Every time you reached the edge of pleasure, he pushed you farther; praising and teasing you with filthy delicious words till you were mewling incoherently beneath him. 

Yet he was gentle as you finally took him in, filling and stretching you intimately with extraordinary patience (though he would later confess that going slow after wanting you for so long nearly killed him). 

When the pain faded, all that was left was indescribable pleasure. 

Release left you both sated and completely spent. You did not remember drifting to sleep, but you awoke several hours later to find Yoongi examining the results of your coupling with bemused curiosity. 

His eyes lingered on the flecks of red scattered over your thighs and the white sheets of his bed. 

“Her maidenhead shall be the sign...”

Primal satisfaction rose within him as he took in the marks he’d drawn over your body with his mouth. Marks you’d begged for. 

Perhaps he was a bit of a savage after all...

“That’s always been my absolute favorite line of the prophecy,” you muttered sleepily, letting your head drop into the pillow with an audible huff. 

“Having the entire kingdom routinely discuss my virginity over breakfast for the last several centuries was utterly delightful. Perhaps now they can finally talk about the weather.”

Yoongi laughed, untangling himself to retrieve a damp cloth from the basin on his dressing table.

“I doubt it.” 

His hands gently tended to your aching core and thighs, wiping them carefully with the cloth while you rested in comfortable silence.

“I truly never wanted power you know…” He laid aside the rag and drew you close once again. “Aside from being in your arms, this is not the path I would have chosen.”

You smiled, letting your fingers entwine with his,

“I think that’s probably why you are meant for it... You were the only one who looked past the prophecy and the power I represented and saw me. You read my letters, honored my choice...The saints tell us that ‘a man proves his greatness in the small moments’... You care for the people - not for the power of being king - and so you will be a great king.

Yoongi brushed a soft kiss against your head.

“You know they’ll fight us. Aurengi will not surrender easily - if at all. There will be violence - bloodshed.”

“...Yes,” you whispered.

“Are you afraid?”

“A little...but I’m also certain... Certain of this. Certain of us.” 

After a moment, you shifted slightly in his arms, leaning back until you were face to face.

“We have made our choice… Whatever is coming, we’ll defeat it together.”

His forehead lowered gently to rest against yours.

“Together,” he promised, letting his love for you burn away any lingering trace of fear.

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