#they made this man a MAYOR

[bluestation]

march's assorted sketches and wips

#one piece #long post #franky #iceburg #paulie #nami #i havent drawn mayor properly in forever ... reflecting on my actions . #cant believe i've made it all the way to march with mainly These Guys whbdnd but we're not getting off the train anytime soon . #i think april will be slow but i'd like to chip away at some bigger tomsworkers pieces #maybe get a couple of frobins and izous and mugis in #well . happy april! #(man 'posted to bluestation' is just So satisfying to me . sending my doodles off on the sea train to u guys .....) #sketch log

[okiroash]

dooooodles..

#End Roll #made the mayor actually old looking.. kinda bothered me he looks like a young man with added wrinkles #slight mireille/cody if you squint enough djmfsdfds #I blame dogma's color palette for making it look fun to invert... #👁‍🗨!

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: drugging, SA and SA apologia, fantasy racism/ableism, forced institutionalization.]

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i know i never shut up about it but god i am still just. So Salty about how the show handles the dynamic between mayor jones and pericles for many reasons, and one of the biggest is that there are really strong overtones here of sexual assault.

a character who already brings to mind the Slimy, Shady Cis White Guy with Buried Allegations archetype:

takes advantage of the trust of someone who's doing something with him in secret--

(which will get that person in a disproportionate amount of trouble compared to him, if they're discovered)

--to catch him off guard so he can grab him, drug him, and do violent things to his body while he's unconscious; scars him for life in a way that is disabling and should cause a lot of ongoing suffering, which, like many other things that should have a strong negative impact on him physically or psychologically, the writers ignore; and dumps him there alone to discover what's been done to him when he wakes up.

specifically, he does this to someone from a marginalized group that's highly unlikely to be believed if they tell anyone what he did--and going by the fact that mayor jones never got in any trouble until present day, he wasn't.

goes out of the way to ruin the life of the victim and discredit him as thoroughly as possible, because he's a loose end and he needs to shut him up.

flees the scene and gets away scot free with this for twenty years, has a successful privileged career and is considered a pillar of the community in the meantime.

when his dirty secret, which he's been paranoid about finally facing consequences for after the victim has recently become a risk again, is discovered, it's a huge career-ending scandal.

is redeemed by the end, while his victim goes on to be the Monstrous Irredeemable Pure Evil Main Villain and also sexually abuse someone himself, which is played as horrific and traumatizing (as it should be).

more specifically, is portrayed as showing redeeming, heroic anti-villain qualities by backhanding the victim into a wall as hard as he can in present day.

me: hm. yeah fuck this

#sdmi #scooby doo: mystery incorporated #professor pericles #fred jones sr. #SDMItag #SDMIcrit tag #the crit files #cws in post #like. jesus christ dude. #i'm guessing there's probably been You Can't Like Mayor Jones He's Abusive discourse before; i don't want to contribute to it or anything #no shade to mayor jones enjoyers y'all have fun #but holy shit i do not like this man lmfao #this isn't even getting into the fact that it is extremely easy to read pericles as a victim of *other* SA both metaphorical and literal #(metaphorical: the entity groomed him his entire life) #(literal: the creators intentionally made reference with him; onscreen; to Inappropriate Handling that happens to parrots in real life) #(he comes from a world where people assume there is zero difference between him and an animal; and would probably touch him the same way) #(no one would have *recognized* it was inappropriate and there is not a chance in hell he would have been allowed to say stop) #(many many MANY things about his character immediately make sense with that reading whether the writers thought it through that far or not) #(which i have a Whole Post planned to go into; but this bit was enough of a detour that i felt like it should just be its own post lmao) #also re: scarred for life and ongoing suffering + disability as a result: on a literal level a scar like that would hurt like a *bitch* #especially with the complete lack of medical care it seems to have gotten; going by how it looks. it would be a huge source of chronic pain #on a not-literal level: boy howdy what a metaphor! #anyway yeah i would say this is roughly equivalent to if they'd had ricky finally get free from the snakes after twenty years #had him go into a Scary Evil Villain Spiral after while completely ignoring how horrifying it was or the trauma it'd have caused him #had pericles gloat about having pulled off injecting the snakes; and say he should have lived 'the rest of his miserable life' that way #and not only had no one go 'wtf' at any of that but given him a Redeeming Moment where he incapacitates ricky with venom again #and also tried to frame ricky as deserving the snakes/having done it to himself because he Did Bad Things while looking for the treasure #and also had him abuse someone partly in reaction to them mocking him over the snakes; and saying that being tortured and abused with them #for twenty years makes him unfit to be anything but subordinate. on a watsonian level ricky's standing up for himself against abuse but jfc #don't get me wrong there are definitely still differences in their dynamics but yeah i am not happy about it lmfao

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

mayor rolan loffin's deal with niklaus was that he would gain his hearts desire, but lose what he valued most, and it makes me wonder if all of his deals work in a similar way.

#my post #jrwi riptide #like even if the terms of the deal are stated to be something else. what if thats still the give and take of it #like look at malice #she gained her fame. she lost the ability to play music to anyone #im just putting it out there #its been so long since i rewatched most of the series so idk how it holds up for other deal-makers #but it worries me! #bcus i wonder if its what they value most at the time of the deal? or at the present time? #like is the undersea doomed bcus gill made a deal in episode 8. or are chip jay n gill doomed bcus they love each other more than anything #else. idk man!! #maybe this is nothing and it was just for the mayor #like maybe nik just made that the deal for the drama. for the theatrics. itd be in-character of him. #idk was just a random thought i had. made me think of chips deal where he has to save arlin no matter the cost

[randomraytrash]

Okay, but listen me out

Au where ex-Mayor Jones is out on parole (bc he is a politician of course, he can and will escape from consequences) doing community service. Enough morally grey to be still torn between the treasure and is damn "son".

Than Judy and Brad come back and Fred Jones sr in all his morally corrupted glory realized that he royally fucked up, because the two thieves are even worse than him and he tries to help the kids (like really bad, like giving them of how break the law advice).

Also, sorry, but after a while I think he ends up crashing on the Sheriff's couch because Judy and Brad take his (Fred jr's house now) house. Do what you do with this information, but I bet Janet Nettles hates his ass (she's right and she should say that louder) because she is one of the rare politicians with good morals, also she knows Jones is pathetically not straight and the sheriff is absolutely oblivious. She doesn't know Jones has no intention to make a move on the sheriff because he likes them dumb, but that man is really too much dumb. Also fucking Sheriff is straight as a pole and too oblivious to be alive.

I know the sheriff lives with his mother, but I think she needs a break from his son, she deserve to be free from this absolutely moron of a man. She saw Janet Nettles and said: "Now, he's your problem". She persuaded him to take an apartment in town, so he could start his lovely love nest with the woman and then fucking ex-mayor crashed in .

#Fanfiction #mystery incorporated #Sdmi #Fred Jones Sr #mayor jones #Sheriff Stones #Sheriff Bronson Stone #Janet Nettles #Out on parole AU #brain rot #I mean have you ever see a politician go to jail for good good? #Scooby doo may be talking but he's not the fantasy element of the tv show #I have a fascination with these old people #Like have you see how unhinged the old gen is? #I respect himbos but *whatever sheriff Stones* is I don't respect it #Janet Nettles has a soft spot in my heart but fall in love with the sheriff? Actually made me lost a bit of respect #Girl you could have so much more #Fred Jones sr is a politician and I don't like politicians but that man? Somehow he's so deranged I love him #Listen kidnapping a baby? Fall in love with that baby? Actually fool yourself so hard you think he will go to college and give you nephews? #Now that I can fall in love with #Even if you are an absolutely bad father you still end up being an okay-sh one compared with his bio parents? Wow. That's peak comedy to me

[marshmellowtea]

self shipping with damien in a way that’s distinctly tragic. self shipping with actor in a way that’s tormented but ultimately tender. self shipping with darkiplier in a way that’s strained. self shipping with wilford in a way that’s honestly kind of funny

#no this man does NOT know who i am and yes i DID sleep with him once and NO I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT MARK #damien the mayor #actor mark #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #y.n. tag #marshy selfships #the last two aren't really proper selfships tbh but the format of the post works better if i just call them that #dark and y.n. barely have a relationship y.n. mostly just stares at him sadly whenever they interact #torn between guilt at their existence (even though it wasn't really their fault) anger at what they did to them and the desire to help them #somehow even if they don't know HOW they would go about doing that #and with wilford y.n. is like he's fun :) and then they remember that technically that's the man who shot them and they're like hRK #but there's also at least one timeline where they did fuck which is the maybe the funniest addition to y.n.'s story i've made yet #for a variety of reasons akgjdskgl #anyway this post is really fucking stupid HLDKGDBSNKGJD #enjoy i guess

[dizzybevvie]

Listen I fully follow wkm lore but like how the FUCK did he come up with any of that

#Markiplier woke up one day and said What if i was a man tortured by himself and his sentient house. #What if you cant die in the house #What if the house lets you fast travel #What if the detective is only a cliche and nothing more; so when he is pressed on the details of the case hes been following for YEARS #hes devastated by the fact that he cant remember a thing? #What if the Damien looked like Darkiplier so that there was a sense of mistrust around him for the whole show #even as he is consistently the only one to help you? What if Damien was nice all along? What if Damien turned out to be Dark anyway? #What if The Actor deliberately made it so that Damien came across as the villain just as he wanted in “DAMIEN”? What if we fell for it? #What if Celine cared so much about her brother that she fucked you over in an attwmpt to help him? #What if she kept him in a winter pocket dimension while you reach out for the cane? #What if he didnt remember everything that happened in the house and is always tired? #What if hes constantly being told “get some sleep damien” and “its time to wake up damien” to show the duality of sharing a body? #What if at the end its all pointless because the ice breaks anyway? What if Damien “life is ours to choose” Mayor makes his first choice #to let his sister sleep while he pilots the body? #What if by the time you arrive back in the present the body Damien and Celine stole from you is looking in the mirror #and just like the ice broke in the pocket dimension; the mirror cracks and you are forever stuck behind the mirror/your device's screen? #What if the detective believes you were killed as he says in WWM? What if The colonel (now Wilford Motherloving Warfstache) #can fast travel; time travel; teleport; and fuck knows what else because he realised he was part of a story? #What if that was the reason the detective was a conglomerate of different noir detective cliches? #What if theres masks on everyone but the detective at the end and I said “what masks?” when asked abt it and you still dk what it means? #What if the gardener didnt have lightning strike after saying “murder” because he hasnt been in the house for years? #what if the house seeded things in the actors head after Celine left him saying about how nothing was his fault and it was all someone else? #What if the house did this for years untik the actor was well and truly manipulated by a force he didnt even know was there? #what if he wanted Damien to be the villain in his “story” which implies that when he figured out how to cheat death in the house- #he also figured out he was a part of a story just like Wilford and eventually Abe did? #What if no one had a happy ending what if everyone was tragic what if people were only what you wrote for them as characters? #And what if the house was my head? What if the house was a metaphor for my brain all along? #and also what if they were all gay? #wkm #who killed markiplier

[chinnii]

vote for scar and grian so we can have cactus ring: mcytblr sexyman edition in round 7

#please think about the long term #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #grian #mcytblr sexyman polls #mcytblr sexyman #my man scar literally got sexymanified for literally no reason at all #he WORE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS' MAYOR OUTFIT DURING THE ELECTIONS IN S7 #AND PEOPLE MADE HIM HOT

[cwacomfan16]

Gil: No, I'm sorry mayor dad, I'm not going to be with you after everything you did!!! you threw away my precious Poppa piglet toys, you burned my bed and you humiliated me at school and you think I'm going to forgive you that easy?? Well, I'm sorry, but no!!

Mayor Shelbourne: I know and I feel guilty, I didn't think it would be worse when you're not with me!!

Gil: Well, you should have thought about it many times before committing such a stupid thing!

Mayor Shelbourne: but understand that I disliked that program, I was very upset when I discovered that a son of the mayor watched childish things as a teenager, I just want you to be mature for your age, you are already old and a man for this kind of thing, I very embarrassed to see your behavior so childish!

Gil: I am already ashamed of having such a corrupt and interested father who only thinks of himself, I can see things as I want and that should not affect you and if you disliked that program a lot, you should have left my room leaving me in peace!!! I still can't get over how you kicked me out of the house for some stupid show!! I prefer to stay with Flint, at least he doesn't judge me for watching my show, and he's always with me without saying anything that offends me!!

Mayor Shelbourne: But understand that I am ashamed, that it disturbs me, let's leave that behind and go with me, I need you!!!

Gil didn't know what to say at all, he wanted to be comfortably happy with Flint, at least they don't judge him. When Gil was leaving with Flint, the mayor gently grabbed Gil's arm!!

Mayor Shelbourne: Gil come home!!

Gil: I already told you that-

Mayor Shelbourne: *with many tears in his eyes and some tears falling on his cheeks* Gil............ Please!!!

Gil had never seen his dad cry like that... he didn't know what to do at that moment, it's a very difficult decision, stay with Flint or stay with his dad!!

#cwacom #cloudy with achance of meatballs #cwacom tv series #mayor shelbourne #well that's my alternate ending for Poppa Piglet.... it's not official it's just an ending i made up while having a glass of hot chocolate #i hope you like it!! i hope hshshshhs :] #man poor shelbourne :[

[maxthelocalemeraldmayor]

Been thinking of my own Antisepticeye design for a while...

#fucked up demon dude who was made by man made measures and gets irritable when areound a WTCHR camera? #hell yea #notes from max's mayor desk

[baddingtonbitch]

get that fuckin weak shit off my field son you’re playin with the big dogs

#he saw a ginger enjoying life and was like not on my watch #i don't think i've ever seen someone so consistently make a joke of themselves #mayor quimby has better optics than this man #like it was clearly an accident in the video but this man has a curse on him #and it made it so it looked exactly like he was tackling a baby lmfao #p

[dois-funnyzone]

truly truly is messed up that the majority of vocaloid figures, mainly the ones that are made nowadays, are pretty much only miku. you get the other cryptonloids in their basic fits as a charity once in a blue moon. but miku is getting new figures 25/8

#mayor talk #i know miku has that nuclear star power #which has allowed her to still remain somewhat competitive and relevant despite her lackin tech compared to other voice synths #*[just from what i could gather] #but man it’s really ridiculous. i wish there were more affordable figures of kaito or meiko or luka made nowadays #what they have is either deluxe or old which means pretty expensive #sigh

[icedbrew]

         ❛   is   your   dad   close   by   ?   i’m   nervous   to   meet   him   ...   do   i   look   pretty   ?   ❜      mafia   princess   withdraws   from   pleasant   caress   of   manus   momentarily   sanctioning   observance   from   beau   .   black   tulle   reposes   upon   delicate   framework   of   shoulders   coupled   with   dior   pumps   illuminating   ground   every   step   captured   .   knew   answer   to   inquiry   herself   ;   always   maintained   pristine   doll   like   mien   wherever   ventured   ,   invitation   to   enamoreds   ménage   gala   where   she’d   once   and   for   all   meet   elders   ,   being   no   different   .      ❛   is   that   the   mayor   over   there   ?   god   ,   i   dont   belong   here   .   my   father   hates   that   man   !   this   was   a   bad   idea   ,   cai   ...   ❜   @ribrot​

#˚₊ ‧𓈒 𓍢 ㅤ 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚀𝚄𝚈 ㅤ : ㅤ holly yooㅤ. #okay so my vision here is theyre just now stepping foot into the um foyer! #where everyone is mingling and its just a crowd of #politicians! businessmen! all those kind of people! #maybe he had opened her car door and walked her in #bc its like a wealthy people event #so she def was chauffered and cairo held his hand out for her to hold #while she got out the car #AW #anyway. #she probably made him check her one more time #before they entered the foyer like #DO I LOOK PRETTY? #but once theyre in she keeps him close bc THESE ARENT HER PEOPLE?! #so shes def gossiping abt everyone #including that damn mayor! #not know... THATS HER MANS FATHER! #so like we said this is def the moment where #they try to take the next level in their relationship #by introducing the other to their parents #but knwoing their parents #its just gonna come crashing down! #and her seeing that man shes like woah.. #i really shouldnt be here #only for that feeling to be multiplied when she sees her man #up on stage with that OLD ASS MAN!!!!!! #cairo abt to ditch her to be by that mans side #cuz u know duty calls.. #onlyy to leave her flabbergasted! #truly!

[angelltheninth]

More Than Bargained For

Pairing: Male!Orc x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cnc, rough sex, name-calling, size difference, degradation, pinned against a wall, creampie, semi-public sex, alleyway sex, mentioned gangbang, mentioned free use, getting caught, wholesome at the end, human!Reader

Word count: 1k

Ao3

A/N: I don't know why but my size kink is going crazy again.

"If I knew defending this pathetic little town would get me easy access to the mayor's daughter I would have gotten rid of those pesky lowlifes long ago. You were so grateful to me, so shy, now look at yourself!" The big orc pounding his cock into you barked out a laugh. "Knew you were a slut the moment I saw you."

You shook your head, too afraid to open your mouth because you knew what kind of noises you'd make if you did. You were grateful for the chatter and music coming from the taverns around you, if it weren't for those everyone would hear the two of you fucking.

When your father hired this orc to defend your town you were drawn to him. That much was true, you even found yourself glancing at him, eyes drawn downward, your mind trying to imagine what his monster cock would feel like. No imagination was enough to prepare you for the real thing. Long, thick, a dark green with drops of white cum, splitting your pussy open.

He was so big you couldn't even wrap your legs around him. Only hook them on his hips.

"Keep trying, go ahead, take me even deeper. I'll push your human body to its limits." You let your head fall back against the brick wall as he bottomed out once again, his whole cock filling you to the point of pain. The kind of pain that made you want more. "Not talking to me anymore? Is it because I tell the truth you don't want to hear? You think those men in there would treat you any better? They only respect you because your dad pays them to. At least I'm honest with you."

But the men who you were with before, some were respectful but for others you knew they only showed interest because of the money that came with you. This orc, he didn't care about your status, he wanted one thing and one thing only. To bury his cock in you and make you his moaning bitch. So he was telling the truth, he was indeed an honest one.

With every deep stroke of his cock you felt your orgasm approaching. But so were several pairs of footsteps, "Someone's... coming."

"Yes. You." You knew he could hear people coming, you could tell by his pointy ears twitching. His body turned to hide most of yours from the view of the street, leaving only your shaking legs and arms visible, along with bits of your clothes and your wet underwear hanging around your ankle. "They're about to see you come. Make sure you're loud, let them know how much fun we're having."

"I can't. It's embarrassing." Not embarrassing enough for you to say your safe word. You did think about it for a moment but it would be okay, he was shielding you. "I don't want them to see me like this."

"Like what? They already think you're a slut. They all want to fuck you. Maybe I'll let them have a turn after I'm done. You won't have to do anything, you'll be a pretty set of holes for them fuck." Through his dirty talk you could hear a possessive growl rolling in his chest. "Then I... I'll show them all whose cock your cunt likes best. I'll breed you in front all of them."

"Show them I'm yours." You almost ordered despite the position you were currently in. Your pussy tightened around his pulsing cock, sucking him in deeper as you began to let your voice out more.

Big, rough, scarred hands grabbed your hips, his fingers touching, "You're so small compared to me. Yet my dick fits inside you just right. Like you were made to take it."

The brief soft moment was broken by drunken laughter, "What's happening over there?"

"Go ahead. Let them know." He glanced briefly over his shoulder, seeing one man leaning against the other, their eyes barely focused but with knowing grins on their faces when you moaned in pleasure, legs desperately trying to lock around his hips.

"Ah. See our hero is finally getting some proper payment." They snickered before resuming their walk.

"Heard that? They called you my payment. Honestly I would have done the job if it was true. However I don't think your family would agree to you being an orc's cumdump. You seem pretty happy with it though." He thrust in balls deep every time, his hips slapping against yours, his tusks pressing against your cheek, his tongue licking your tears away,

At this point you didn't care if you were caught for real.

"Come in me." You ordered again. "Shit, I'm so... fucking close. Already so full but... I want more."

He would provide. That wasn't his instincts talking either. Somewhere deep down maybe he did want that too, he was about to fill you with his seed after all, the natural next step would be providing you with anything you needed.

His cock didn't stop pulsing while he filled you with hot cum, he kept you on it, making sure your pussy felt every twitch, every hot pump of seed as you milked it from him. You felt your body go slack against him, your eyes falling closed as soon as your orgasm thundered through your body.

"Hey, doll, are you alright?" You didn't answer past a few grunts. "Fuck. Guess you couldn't handle all that after all." He pulled you off his cock and pulled your clothes on the best as he could. It was a shabby job but if he walked quickly no one would notice. "Let's get you back to my room. I'll order us some food and drinks, clean your pussy up a little while you get your energy back." You regained your wits just enough to cup his jaw, feeling the many scars he got over the years of mercenary work, and pull him into a kiss, causing a deep dark blush to bloom across his face. "Little vixen."

#monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monsterfucking #monster lover #orc x reader #orc x human #monster imagine #monster x human #monster x girl #monster smut #orc smut #orc boyfriend #monster fic #terato

[evielmostdefinitely]

Your writing is insanely good!! I desperately need more of jealous/possessive young!snow making it clear to reader that she’s his and only his. bc “If you ever let another man touch you, I would cut his fucking hands off on the steps of the Capitol Building for everyone to see.” floored me

jealousy, jealousy |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, coriolanus is jealous. briefly mentions jealous girl so tagging it here for those to read.

contains: dark, possessive, jealous coriolanus. established relationship. slight manipulation (it's coriolanus).

You were being polite, he knew that. These things were boring and you were simply finding a way to keep yourself occupied, the rational side of Coriolanus told himself that as he watched you from across the room. 

Vulcan was simply a friend, the two of you had gone to Academy together, all through primary and secondary schooling. His family was on the council, which meant your schooling would have been together. Coriolanus didn’t despise him, tolerated him, truly. He thought he was respectable and well mannered, and gave lots of funds to his cause. 

Why did he have to touch your arm like that?

Corio’s grip was so tight on his glass he was sure it would shatter between his hands, cut his palms, slice the skin and trail blood all over the white, marble floors. He had half a mind to do it, maybe that would pull your attention back to him. Have you by him doting and fussing over him, cleaning the glass out of his wounds, bandaging him up because he trusted no one but you. 

Your laugh was crystal, trilling through the air straight to his own heart. How bitter it made him that he wasn’t the one making you laugh. 

Instead, you were laughing with your school friends, Vulcan the center of your attention, entertaining you. 

“Pardon me,” Coriolanus nodded to Dr. Gaul and the others, passing his glass to an Avox. “I must go see the Mayor.” He bowed out politely, always poised, even when his belly was burning with jealous rage. 

He bypassed the Mayor, heading for you instead. “Oh,” Your friend saw you before he did. “President Snow.” She smiled, nudging you gently. 

You turned, and for a moment, Corio’s jealousy was wiped away. Your dazzling smile, eyes lighting at the sight of him. It made his own heart flutter. “Darling,” You greeted, reaching your hand out for him. “Are you finished?” 

Coriolanus could tell the champagne had taken its toll on you, loosening you more than he would have necessarily liked. He chose not to mention it, taking your hand politely, pulling you to him gently. “For now, I just have a break.” Corio muttered, eying the man in question, Vulcan, who had taken a step back. 

“Vully,” You grinned, your gaze leaving him. Corio bristled at the loss of your attention, even more at the nickname. How dare you? “You must tell Coriolanus the story. He’ll find it so amusing.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he has his own that would rival mine. He mentored the games with Lucy Gray.” Vulcan said politely. 

“No, you must tell the story.” You insisted with a grin. “Corio, Vulcan was in the games after yours, and he had to mentor the feral child from District Ten-” 

“-I hate to interrupt.” Coriolanus gritted, teeth bared in a tight smile he tried to pass off as genuine. “But I need you for a moment.” He looked down at you, hand wrapping around your bicep firmly. 

You frowned, lower lip jutting just slightly. “Oh,” You deflated. Coriolanus was sure he might kill the man in front of him, who still looked at you with the watchfulness of a hawk- a predator. How you were missing this, Corio wasn’t sure, but he’d protect you from it. 

“Excuse us. We’ll be right back.” You smiled softly at your friends, lifting the train of your dress, stepping with Coriolanus. 

“Where are we going?” You frowned, clutching his arm to steady yourself, walking through the doors. “Who are we meeting?” 

“You’re drunk.” Coriolanus hissed, jaw clenched in fury. 

You frowned, looking up at him carefully. “I’m not drunk.” You protested. “I only had two glasses-” 

Corio scoffed, his hand tightening around your arm. “Two? Were they spiked then?” His eyes narrowed at the thought, cutting down to you. “Did you get them yourself or did he get them for you?” 

“Did who get them? Corio, please,” You pulled back on his grasp with a whine. “You’re hurting me.” 

Corio loosened his grip, pulling you into an empty hallway. “Did he give you those drinks? What have I told you about taking anything from people? They want to hurt us, hurt me, and they know that if they go for you-” 

“Coriolanus,” You snapped, cutting off his erratic ramblings. “Please, I-I did not take a drink from anyone. I got it from my private bottle, poured it myself.” 

Corio’s chest still heaved, the burning wildfire coursing through his veins. He felt primal need, furious anger that raged through him in a way he hadn’t felt since his days with Lucy Gray. When he was so insecure, so unsure- when he attacked the man at her show, beat him on the stage for touching her. That seemed tame compared to what he wanted to do for you- what he had done for you. 

“What’s the matter, my love?” You hummed, cupping his cheek gently. “Why are you upset? Is it the Heavensbees, I told you my father said he’d speak to them-” 

“-No, it’s not-” Coriolanus huffed, pulling away, hand rubbing down his face in exasperation. He tried to keep from shouting at you, always feeling sick after. He took a breath, composing himself. 

“Were you talking about Vulcan?” You asked, looking up at him, even as he avoided your gaze. “You think Vulcan would poison me?” 

“Maybe not poison but drug you.” Coriolanus sneered at the mention of his name. “Get you unconscious and take advantage of you. The way he was all over you, you can’t say I’m far off.” 

Your mouth rounded in clarity, biting back a smile. Coriolanus was jealous. Positively green with envy- well, more red, with the flush creeping up his neck.

“Corio,” You hummed, holding his hand in yours, purposefully pressing the band of your ring into his skin. “Vulcan is just a friend. We’ve grown up together.” 

“I’m not sure he knows that.” Corio spat, squeezing your hand back. “Entertaining you like that. Flirting.” He scoffed in disgust. “Down right inappropriate doing that with a married woman.” 

“He wasn’t flirting.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

“Oh?” Coriolanus countered in challenge, brows raised in feigned amusement. “He was just touching you then for… what? Friendliness?” 

You blushed under his gaze, Corio towering over you, stepping towards you until you were pinned to the wallpaper, his icy gaze holding you there. 

“If I recall, my beloved, you were quite upset when a friend of mine touched my arm. Nearly clawed her eyes out, causing a scene until I had to drag you out of the library because you were so upset.” Corio’s voice was dark, rasping with that gruff tone that had you throbbing, tummy flipping with rushing heat, cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

“That-That was different.” You stuttered, avoiding his gaze. 

Corio’s finger hooked under your jaw, pulling your eyes back to him. “Was it?” He tilted his head to the side, a predatory look in his eyes. You wanted to drop to your knees right there. “So the rules don’t apply to you?” 

“Corio, I-I wasn’t purposefully trying to upset you.” You huffed in exaspiration. You really weren’t, you didn’t even know that it had upset him so greatly. 

“Neither was I, but that didn’t stop you from being furious with Clemensia, did it?” Coriolanus lifted a brow, head tilting in challenge. 

Your nose scrunched at the mention of her name, lips twisted in disgust. “No,” You grumbled, looking away from his eyes. “Corio, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know it upset you. I thought it was innocent, truly. Vulcan is just a friend. You know my heart belongs to you only.” 

“It might have been innocent for you, but I don’t trust him.” Coriolanus gritted, pressing you against the wall. “I want you to be careful, my love. You know the dangers of the world. We never know who’s conspiring against us.” 

“I know, Corio.” You whispered softly, eyes rounding so sweetly up at him. “I’ll be careful. I’m sorry.” 

Corio’s thumb brushed over your cheek softly, smiling at you- your heart skipped with joy. “You’re mine. You know that?” 

“Of course,” You hummed sincerely. “I wouldn’t want to be anyone but yours.” 

Those words, the look in your eye, it drove Coriolanus right over the edge. Hands cradled around your jaw, he kissed you with fever, body pressing right up to your own. His hands roamed over the silk material of your dress, squeezing, grabbing anything he could. 

You squealed with delight when he pushed you into your shared bedroom, dragging you down the halls of the Capitol mansion until he reached your private wing. He practically pounced on you, holding you so close to his own skin. Sucking deep brusises into your jaw and neck, each mark a new claim- mine, mine, mine. 

He’d make a call later, wire funds to someone who would ensure that Vulcan was dealt with. You’d hear of the news and run to him, rambling and upset about how he was right, how you didn’t know how you missed it. He’d soothe you, remind you that’s why he was here for you- to look out for you. Your father would approve even more so, another round of donations poured right into his funds, helping build his legacy. For now, Coriolanus was content between your legs, feeling you underneath him- the way you whined, squirmed, clawed at him. How you babbled his name over and over- begged for him, and for him only. His perfect girl, for no one else.

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researching stuff for a post about misinformation regarding girl scout cookies and man this article (10/28/23) about this palestinian-american girl scout nearly made me burst into tears

In her short 17 years on earth, Amira Ismail had never been called a baby killer.

That’s what happened one Friday this month, Amira said, on New York City’s Q58 bus, which runs through central Queens.

“This lady looked at me, and she was like: ‘You’re disgusting. You’re a baby killer. You’re an antisemite,’” Amira told me. When she talked about this incident, her signature spunk faded. “I just kept saying, ‘That’s not true,’” she said. “I was just on my way to school. I was just wearing my hijab.”

Amira was born in Queens in the years after the Sept. 11 attacks. She remembers participating as a child in demonstrations at City Hall as part of a successful movement to make Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha school holidays in New York City.

But since the Oct. 7 attack by Hamas, in which an estimated 1,400 Israelis were killed and some 200 others were kidnapped, Amira, who is Palestinian American, said she has experienced for the first time the full fury of Islamophobia and racism that her older relatives and friends have told stories about all her life. Throughout the city, in fact, there has been an increase in both anti-Muslim and antisemitic attacks.

In heavily Muslim parts of Queens, she said, police officers are suddenly everywhere, asking for identification and stopping and frisking Muslim men. (New York City has stepped up its police presence around both Muslim and Jewish neighborhoods and sites within the five boroughs.) Most painful though, she said, is the sense that she and her peers are getting that Palestinian lives do not matter, as they watch the United States staunchly back Israel as it heads into war.

“It can’t go unrecognized, the thousands of Palestinians that have been murdered in the past two weeks and even more the past 75 years,” Amira said. “There’s no way you can erase that.” That does not mean she is antisemitic, she said. “How can I denounce one system of oppression without denouncing another?” she asked me. The pain in her usually buoyant voice cut through me. I had no answer for her.

Many New York City kids have a worldliness about them, a certain telltale moxie. Amira, a joyful, sneaker-wearing, self-described “Queens kid,” can seem unstoppable.

When she was just 15, Amira helped topple a major mayoral campaign in America’s largest city, writing a letter accusing the ultraprogressive candidate Dianne Morales of having violated child labor laws while purporting to champion the working class in New York.

“My life and my extremely bright future as a 15-year-old activist will not be defined by the failures and harm enabled by Dianne Morales,” Amira wrote in the 2021 letter, which went viral and helped end Ms. Morales’s campaign. “I wrote my college essay about that,” Amira told me with a slightly mischievous smile.

In the past two years, Amira has become a veteran organizer. Last weekend, she joined an antiwar protest. First, though, she’ll have to work on earning her latest Girl Scout badge, this one for photography. That will mean satisfying her mother, Abier Rayan, who happens to be Troop 4179’s leader. “She’s tough,” Amira assured me.

At a meeting of the Muslim Girl Scouts of Astoria last week, a young woman bounded into the room, asking whether her fellow scouts had secured tickets to an Olivia Rodrigo concert. “She’s the Taylor Swift of our generation,” the scout turned to me to explain.

A group of younger girls recited the Girl Scout Law:

“I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do, and to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place and be a sister to every Girl Scout.”

Amira’s mother carefully inspected the work of some of the younger scouts; she wore a blue Girl Scouts U.S.A. vest, filled with colorful badges, and a hot-pink hijab. “It’s no conflict at all,” Ms. Rayan told me of Islam and the Girl Scouts. “You want a strong Muslim American girl.”

At the Girl Scouts meeting, Amira and her friends discussed their plans to protest the war in Gaza. “Protests are where you let go of your anger,” Amira told me.

Amira’s mother was born in Egypt. In 1948, Ms. Rayan told me, her grandfather lost his home and land in Jaffa to the state of Israel. At the Girl Scout meeting, Ms. Rayan was still waiting for word that relatives in Gaza were safe.

“There’s been no communication,” she said. When I asked about Amira, Ms. Rayan’s eyes brightened. “I’m really proud of her,” she said. “You have to be strong. You don’t know where you’re going to be tomorrow.”

By Monday, word had reached Ms. Rayan that her relatives had been killed as Israel bombed Gaza City. When I asked whom she had lost, Ms. Rayan replied: “All of them. There’s no one left.” Thousands of Palestinians are estimated to have been killed by Israeli airstrikes in Gaza in recent weeks. ... Ms. Rayan said those killed in her family included six cousins and their children, who were as young as 2. Other relatives living abroad told her the cousins died beneath the rubble of their home.

As Ms. Rayan spoke, I saw Amira’s young face. I wondered how long this bright, spirited Queens kid could keep her fire for what I believe John Lewis would have called “good trouble” in a world that seems hellbent on snuffing it out. I worried about how she would finish her college applications.

“I have a lot of angry emotions at the ones in charge,” Amira told me days ago, speaking for so many human beings around the world in this dark time.

I thought about what I had seen over that weekend in Brooklyn, where thousands gathered in the Bay Ridge neighborhood, the home of many Arab Americans, to protest the war. In this part of the city, people of many backgrounds carried Palestinian flags through the street. Large groups of police officers gathered on every corner, watching them go by.

The crowd was large but quiet when Amira waded in, picked up her megaphone and called for Palestinian liberation. In an instant, thousands of New Yorkers repeated after her, filling the Brooklyn street with their voices. My prayer is that Amira’s generation of leaders will leave a better world than the one it has been given.

i believe she recently got her gold award (which, if youve never been in girl scouts, is really difficult - way more difficult than eagle scout awards), or is almost done with it. i hope she's doing okay.

this article (no paywall) about muslim and palestinian girl scout troops in socal also almost made me cry (it's like 2am). i really really hope all these kids are doing alright. god. they and their families all deserve so much better

#chirps