#tw: prostitution

[cometomecosette]

"Les Misérables" musical character interpretations: Fantine

As usual, these three characterizations are all based on performances I've seen, either in person or filmed. They can also be, and often are, combined with each other to create still more characterizations. For example, Anne Hathaway's Oscar-winning Fantine in the film version is basically "the Ingénue," but with a distinct undertone of "the Fighter." And none of them are precisely Hugo's Fantine. I'd say that they all represent aspects of the character as Hugo wrote her, and that the ideal Fantine would blend all three of them, as the occasional actress does.

I'd like to thank @quarryquest for sending me the Fantine chapter of her book on the stage history of Les Mis just as I was in the middle of writing this. It provided excellent insights.

The Lady

         This Fantine, in the words of Victor Hugo, displays “a serious and almost austere dignity.” At the beginning, her dress and hair are as neat, clean, and pretty as factory work allows, and her bearing is strikingly graceful and refined. She clearly once knew a better, more elegant life before her lover abandoned her. This sets her apart from the rough, uneducated factory folk who surround her, and at first, she might seem slightly cold and haughty in her distance from them, which no doubt contributes to how quickly they turn on her. But “I Dreamed a Dream” earns all our sympathy as she sings of her lost happiness, while in “Lovely Ladies” she moves us further by slowly sacrificing all her elegance for her daughter. Yet she never loses her core of pride and dignity. While this Fantine has as much raw anguish as any other, she tries to hide it from her oppressors under a brave face. Though she might reach the verge of tears several times, she’ll rarely let herself cry. When the moment of selling her body arrives, she’ll swallow her grief and fear with the drink she’s given, and offer a firm, resolute hand to her first customer. Her “Come on, captain…” is sultry, but not drunk or grotesque; instead, her hard, cold tone evokes Hugo’s description of the fallen Fantine as having “turned to marble.” Her rejection of Bamatabois will be calm and businesslike until he turns violent, and when “Monsieur Madeleine” approaches her, she’ll express her anger with head held high, making it clear that she sees him as no better than herself. This Fantine is a gemstone that’s thrown into the mud of the streets, but never breaks.

The Ingénue

         This is a warmer, softer Fantine than the Lady, and whether the actress is twenty-five or forty, she’ll probably seem younger too. This characterization keeps in mind that Fantine’s name means “childlike” and that her “tragic flaw” in her past was her naïveté. Despite being an abandoned mother, she hasn’t entirely lost that naïveté at first. Her air of gentle innocence is what sets her apart from the other, more worldly factory folk, and throughout the factory scene she’ll be frightened and brutally shocked by the cruelty she faces. Then “I Dreamed a Dream” will overflow with anguish, and likely with tears too. With just cause, this Fantine is more prone to tears than any other. More than the loss of her dignity, the tragedy of “Lovely Ladies” is the loss of her innocence, which dies once and for all when she accepts her first prostitution client, crying or trembling with fear as she does so. What comes next will depend on whether the director thinks the “Old men, young men…” verse contains a time skip or not. If not, then this Fantine will be awkward and nervous on “Come on, captain…” still all too new to her profession. But if so, then she’ll reenter heartbreakingly transformed: staggering drunk, crudely flaunting her body, utterly disheveled and broken. Either way, she rejects Bamatabois out of rash fear, then claws at his face in rash, animalistic rage. Abuse and misery reduce this vulnerable young woman to behaving like a cornered stray dog or cat. Yet through it all, there’s never a doubt that her heart remains pure and tender, because everything she endures is for the sake of her little girl.

The Fighter

           This is the grittiest Fantine. Her portrayal reminds us that Hugo’s Fantine was an orphan who grew up on the streets and that he describes her as having “fierce courage.” This is a passionate, determined woman who boldly stands up to her oppressors and who battles all obstacles to provide for her daughter. Like the Lady, she values and defends her dignity, but hers is a stolid, down-to-earth working-class dignity, not aristocratic grace. In “At the End of the Day,” she’ll protect her letter from the Factory Girl with the fierceness of a mother bear, and her self-defense to the Foreman will be firm and simmering with frustration. Her “I Dreamed a Dream” will also be angry as well as anguished and yearning, and in “Lovely Ladies,” the chief tragedy will be that despite her valiant efforts to stay “above the water,” poverty pulls her under anyway. Her prostitution sequence may or may not be drunken, but it will most definitely be hard, brash, and filled with biting rage. In her bitterness, this fallen Fantine will recall Jean Valjean as a convict before the Bishop’s mercy, and when she confronts him about her firing, she’ll stop just short of attacking him. None of this means she lacks vulnerability or deep, heartbreaking sadness; like any Fantine, she has them in spades. But the way she combines them with strength and anger make her a more complex figure than other Fantines, and arguably, it makes the gentleness of her deathbed scene especially poignant. There, for the first time, we fully see the motherly tenderness that lies beneath her fire, and which has motivated her struggles all along.

More comparisons to come!

#les mis #les miserables #fantine #musical #characterizations #comparison #tw: violence #tw: prostitution #tw: death

[mothvalentino]

Headcanon

Valentino was born Valentino Álvarez in Sinaloa Mexico in the 1940s. His father Ignacio Álvarez referred to as Don Ignacio, was the head of a drug trade and human trafficking operation, dealing mainly with opium and marijuana locally and across the border to the United States.

His mother was one of the many prostitutes trafficked to the Álvarez estate and of Italian American heritage, she was allowed to pick her son's name. When Valentino was eight, his father fatally strangled his mother in a drug-induced rage.

At age nine, Valentino had to pass one of his first family trials, being ordered to shoot a rival dealer on the street with his father watching. He killed the target with a headshot right between the eyes, passing the test and becoming one of the children designated to take over leadership roles within the organization in the future.

Valentino had six siblings, all bastards of different mothers. They endured a harsh upbringing, being taught lessons by their father through means of violence, torture, and manipulation. The number one rule was family business over everything.

Whenever his father went to prison, Valentino took responsibility for the dealings during his absence. He traveled many times to visit associates in the States as well as in Colombia. In his teenage years, Valentino developed an opium addiction, preferring to smoke the substance in various opium dens, one of his favorites being located in Chinatown, New York City.

Until his death from a bullet wound to the chest in 1978, Valentino was a closeted pansexual who only lived his full sexuality in secrecy. He died as a result of the war on drugs in Mexico, fighting off a razzia with his father who died a few moments before him. Valentino died at the age of 36.

#ཐིཋྀ: headcanon #tw: prostitution #tw: drugs #tw: death #tw: child abuse #tw: torture #hazbin hotel valentino

[awkwardwhims]

Whimsy Legacy Expanded - Ali's Backstory

TRIGGER WARNING: Ali's backstory is a series of flashbacks which involve some triggering topics such as teen pregnancy, drug use, sexual abuse/acts, death, etc. Please don't read if you think these topics may be triggering to you. I tried my best to keep the scenes modest; but the scenes are obvious with what happens.

Transcript "I ended up on the streets, just trying to survive. Ended up getting into some trouble with drugs & soliciting myself…"

#ts4whimsyexpanded #whimsylegacy #whimsy: gen 1 #meyers legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 screenshots #tw: drug use #tw: prostitution #tw: homelessness

[tomboyjessie13]

How did DIO got rich in Part 3? - Headcanon

We all saw how DIO is surrounded by treasures, money, and luxuries in his Egyptian mansion in "Stardust Crusaders", but the question is how was he able to get that much wealth in just a few short years after his awakening in 1983?

I have a headcanon for that:

He used his newfound charisma to rob people blind and gather a large number of followers(half of them being Stand users) to help him gain his wealth and place in Egypt's social hierarchy, the mansion in Cairo actually used to belong to someone else before he took it for himself and the people willing to serve him by force.

After he gain enough followers and influence, he started making connections with Egypt's criminal underworld and was able to move up the ranks as a crime lord thanks to his own charisma, intelligence, philosophies, vampire powers, and Stand users(keep in mind this was before he gained [The World]).

Soon after, he ordered some of his followers to start businesses under his name in Egypt in order to launder money, thus being able to gain clean money. DIO currently owns 3 businesses through said followers and money laundering:

- The Giza Cafe currently owned by D'Arby Elder, it's located near the Great Pyramids of Giza and has made money off of gambling, smoking, and beverages.

- A Restobar in downtown Cairo owned by Murphy, a bar/eating establishment popular with younger customers, most of them being foreigners and tourists.

- A brothel located in Cairo's former "entertainment" district, Wagh El Birket, it's disguised as a "bathhouse" to hide from the law, some of DIO's "food" are found there.

DIO has also used his influence to bribe people in power into looking the other way, thus being able to retain his control over his own district as long as he doesn't draw attention.

*Murphy - a background character I made up, named after American actor and comedian Eddie Murphy.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #headcanon #tw: money laundering #tw: prostitution #tw: smoking

[rosalind-hawkins]

Rock Bottom: Season Zero, Chapter Nine

Excerpt: the first meeting between Seto and Noah Kaiba

~~~~~~~~~~

Once Seto'd gotten dressed, he'd pocketed the money and entered the elevator to go back to the ground floor and finally head home for the night. He was about a third of the way down when the elevator stopped, and Seto started. The doors opened, and he was faced with a teen who looked like he could be Seto's twin, even though his hair had been dyed a vibrant neon green.

He had the same lanky form as Seto, same height, same proportions. Even their eyes were the same piercing shade of sapphire blue. The other smirked as he stepped inside the elevator and pushed the button to take him to Gozaburo's office. The doors closed as they stood side by side and the carriage continued its descent.

"So you're my father's little whore."

The smooth voice, the mocking tone, the arrogant attitude, his own physical pain: it was more than enough to make Seto snap.

Seto turned on the other teen, catching him in the jaw with a closed fist. The other looked surprised as he was knocked into the wall of the elevator, as if he wasn't used to physical retaliation. Seto turned to face the elevator doors again, feeling smug.

"You're no better than me, moneybags."

#seto kaiba #noah kaiba #gozaburo kaiba #Rock Bottom AU #my writing #snippet #tw: prostitution #i wrote Season Zero back in 2016. i'm much better now i promise #a truly important scene for the entire series #these two meet and nothing is the same ever again #fuxking hell it happened again i was just saving a draft and it posted. ugh whatever why is the app so broken #au fanfiction #alternate universe

[roppongi-division]

"The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me."

Timeline

Age 0:

She is born to her mother and an unknown man in San Antonio, TX.

Her father abandons her and her mom after finding out Mireya isn't his daughter.

Her mother begins dating another man.

Age 2:

The man she thought was her father leaves the family for some reason.

Another man takes his place as his mother begins dating him.

Age 3:

Her mother begins putting her in child beauty pageants.

She is told how to stand, how to walk, how to sound, etc.

Though she doesn't win most of them, her name gets out there as a beautiful young child.

Age 4:

She soon becomes something of a child model, starring in commercials and magazine covers.

Age 9:

After her mom changes boyfriends for the umpth time, she finally decides to ask who her father is.

Her mother refuses to answer, stating that she doesn't want to talk about him.

She also tells Mireya not to ask about him again.

Age 13:

She starts entering teen beauty pageants.

She views it as the same thing as when she was younger; she is sick of it.

She dreams of being a professional actress.

Age 14:

She starts high school.

She isn't allowed to make friends or hang out with boys, per her mother's instruction.

She finds this to be hypocritical of her considering she changes boyfriends all the time.

Her school is hosting a school dance. She asks her mom for permission to go. She says 'no', unsurprisingly.

Upset, Mireya sneaks out to go anyway. For the first time in a long time, she has fun.

She fights with her mother upon her return home, calling her a hypocrite.

Age 15:

Her body begins to mature, meaning she gets a lot of attention from guys.

Age 17:

She graduates high school.

She considers going to college to studying acting; her mother thinks it is a waste of time and money.

Age 21:

Despite pressure from pageants and her mother, she manages to graduate with a bachelor's in acting and theatre.

She decides to leave San Antonio to go to L.A. to pursue an acting career.

She and her mother have one last fight when her mother tries to stop her.

She states she's sick of the pageants, the pressure, and her mom trying to live her life through her because she made mistakes.

She runs off with the money she made from the pageants and heads for the west coast.

Unfortunately, the money she makes is quickly used up because her mother has blocked her credit cards.

She is forced to stop in Las Vegas and find work until she can get some money in her pocket again.

She gets hired at a bar as a bargirl.

The mistress in charge teaches her the ins and outs of bartending, dancing on stage and flirting with customers.

Mireya takes to it quickly.

One of the girls, who has a Middle Eastern theme going, teaches Mireya how to belly dance, which she loves.

Age 22:

While working in one of the bars one day, she is told that a new DJ is coming to help with one of the shows.

She doesn't really pay him any mind until she locks eyes with him. He calls himself 'DJ Veenyle'.

He asks her out on a date after the show. Mireya happily accepts. He introduces himself as 'Kai Quinlan'.

The two spend several days together, enjoying each other's company.

Sadly, Kai has to leave, and the two bid each other farewell, hoping that they'll see each other again.

Age 23:

After saving up some money, she decides to leave the bar and continue to L.A.

She arrives in the city and is pointed to a nearby movie studio.

Unfortunately, it is just an indie studio that produces B-rated films.

She searches for another movie studio that is further away, but can help get her career started.

Unfortunately, the movie makes adult films and, unknown to her, is secretly owned by the mob.

The mob gets her hooked on heroin to make her more compliant.

She is basically used as nothing more than a prostitute.

Age 24:

She is, surprisingly, saved by Kai Quinlan, who came to rescue her.

He cares for her while she is recovering from her trauma and drug use.

After several months of therapy and medication, she is deemed fit healthy.

After several more months, Kai asks her to marry him. She accepts.

She refuses to tell her mother, not wishing to speak with her.

Though things get tense between her and Kai's mother, Kai is, thankfully, there for her.

The two are wed in New York City, Kai's birthplace.

Kai's sister bequeaths her and Kai a brand-new car as a wedding present.

Age 25:

The two have their honeymoon in Tokyo, Japan.

She is surprised when Kai asks her to stay with him in Japan.

After thinking about it, she decides to put her acting career on pause and agrees to stay with him.

They both renounce their American citizenship, officially becoming Japanese citizens.

Age 26:

It is revealed that she and Kai are unable to have a child due to her being diagnosed with hyperprolactinemia.

She is depressed by this ordeal and becomes melancholic.

Kai helps her every step of the way.

After almost a year of therapy, she starts to feel better, though she is still sensitive about the topic of children.

Age 27:

No longer having the heart for acting, she passes the time by teaching young girls and women how to dance.

She is introduced to 'Zakari Hiroya', an orphaned teenager who plays games of chance.

She is asked by Kai if they want to adopt Zakari. She is skeptical, but agrees.

She eventually decides to raise him as his own son.

She goes back to work, dancing in bars and nightclubs.

Age 28:

After a period of time of this, she eventually decides to open her own with her husband's help.

The two find a suitable place in the party district of Roppongi in Minato and take out a loan to have the nightclub built.

Age 29:

Within a year, the couple's nightclub is finished.

Though Mireya wants to jointly own it with her husband, Kai refuses, letting his wife be firmly in charge.

She calls it 'Gypsy's Palace'.

Kai begins playing exclusively at the nightclub, boosting its popularity.

Though she is the owner, she still performs and dances.

Age 31:

She manages to pay off the loan for the nightclub.

She decides to expand it, adding a casino in one wing.

Zakari decides to help out, performing extreme stunts in the casino for money.

Age 32:

Together with Reika Aichi of Shizuoka, she starts up a recreational center for young girls.

Age 33:

The H-Era officially starts, and the Party of Words takes control of the Japanese government.

Her husband becomes depressed, due to TDD breaking up.

She does what she can to make him feel better.

Age 34:

Present.

Chuohku, in an effort to consolidate more power, forces Kai to join the D.R.B.

After hearing that he must form a team to enter, Mireya offers to join. Though Kai doesn't want her or Zakari to get involved, they join, regardless.

She becomes the second member of the Roppongi Division rap battle team, Private Party, alongside Kai Quinlan and Zakari Hiroya.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 1 a.m.: Performing at Gypsy's Palace

1 a.m. - 1:30 a.m.: Returns home

1:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Asleep

9 a.m. - 11 a.m.: Freshens up

11 a.m - 12 p.m.: Makes and eats brunch with family

12 p.m. - 12:30 p.m.: Heads to recreational center

12:30 p.m. - 2:30 p.m.: Tutors young girls in dancing

2:30 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Returns home

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Works out

4 p.m. - 6 p.m: Freshens up for evening

6 p.m. - 6:30 p.m.: Walks to nightclub

6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.: Does paperwork for nightclub

8:30 p.m. - 9 p.m.: Prepares and opens up nightclub

9 p.m. - 11:30 p.m.: Observes nightclub

11:30 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Performing with husband at nightclub

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Found a family that loves me

#Welcome to Gypsy's Palace

#Happy with my life

Trauma Hashtags

#A fatherless existence

#I couldn't live my own life

#Deprived of a child(hood)

Other Info

Hobby: Dancing

Weakness: Large Ego

Trauma: "Ever since I was born, my mom has always dictated how I should live."

Twitter: @TheGypsyQueen1

Drinks: Yes

Smokes: Yes

Special Skill: "I'm not afraid to take charge when I need to. I'm a charismatic leader."

Intro Quote: "If negativity knocks on your door, it's your choice to let in it."

Trauma Quote: "I'm sick of it, mother! I'm sick of all of the pageants, the stress, not being able to do what I want, everything! But worst of all, I'm sick of you! I HATE YOU!!"

Ending Quote: "Sorry, but we don't abide wallflowers here in Gypsy's Palace."

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #mireya quinlan #private party #roppongi division #trauma #get more info #twitter #paradox live #tw: prostitution #tw: drug use

[the-delightful-temptation]

//Valentino was the son of a Cartel boss. Very religious family who constantly beat him once they knew he was bisexual. He wanted to be an actor but his father forced him into the cartel business, and so he did, with promises that if he wasn’t useful and profiting he would be deserted.

He run the sex business, selling and buying prostitutes for his faction. But one day he was kidnapped by a rival of his father. Instead of saving him, his father allowed him to die. He got caught, so he no longer was useful.

One of the cartel ways to kill is to cut the eyes and tongue of the victim so they don’t snitch in the afterlife, this is why Valentino doesn’t see well and constantly drools, having a long and slithery tongue in his afterlife. 

#hc #valentino #tw: violence #tw: prostitution

[eclecticmiasma]

They'll Inherit Your Blood (Pantalone x Reader)

There are fates worse than being purchased by Snezhnaya's wealthiest elite.

Now a multi-chaptered fic!

NSFW

[Warnings: afab reader, degradation, forced prostitution, threatened violence]

Art credit: @Yeoboさん on Twitter

The man is serpentine in every sense of the word. You hold your breath as his gloved fingers slither across your skin, tracing your features as if appraising a fine piece of pottery rather than a woman. He hums lightly to himself, eyes like upturned crescents as he voices his approval. His aura wraps around you and constricts.

"This one."

Gratitude drips from the madam's voice, saccharine. In less than thirty minutes her establishment has made more mora than any of the women could have hoped to see in their entire lives. Even as they offer you glances of pity, the workers can't hide their elation. Not only have they been spared a life of servitude under the Fatui, under a Harbinger no less, but their meager lives are much improved when the madam is happy. And she's never been happier.

You are escorted without fanfare to a stagecoach at the back of the decrepit building. Various trinkets and personal items you've amassed over the years are left in your second story bedroom. No doubt they will be fought over and doled out within the hour. Your eyes linger on the frosted window you so often hung out of in an attempt to feel anything- even if it was just the frigid breeze on your skin.

When you turn back to the main cabin, the Harbinger there waiting. He waits patiently, door held for you, same unflappable smile plastered to his face.

Reluctantly, you enter, crossing your legs as you sit upon black crushed velvet. To your dismay, the Harbinger squeezes in next to you. Though you try to make your body small, there is no escape. His presence is suffocating.

As the stagecoach starts to move, you keep your eyes glued to the floor. The wooden slats gleam as if they've been polished recently, perhaps for your arrival. Resentment bubbles up. Just what about this man begets that everything is to be a show? So he bought himself a whore, does that too deserve such royal treatment?

In your brooding, you barely notice that the man is touching you. He's leaned close, breath ghosting across your cheek. His fingers twirl a few strands of your hair as he merely looks on, observing.

"You're unaware of your worth," His voice is deep, but lilting. Your brows furrow as you consider his words, vague anger continuing to build. What worth? The worth you have lies in the last man to purchase your time. There's more value in the glittering white jewel atop the Harbinger's cane than there is in you.

You try to mask a shudder as his hands wander, fingers dancing down your chest. Even though you refuse to meet his eyes, you can see them clearly boring down on you. Pupils like slits as they take in their property. As he closes in on your neck, you brace yourself. His fangs are bared, he's ready to strike-

The Harbinger doesn't sink his teeth into your skin, he presses his lips to the pulsating flesh of your jugular and squeezes your clothed breast. You can't help but breathe in his scent, a lightly spiced aroma with a hint of bergamot and something metallic, like the concentrated smell of mora itself.

"There are clients all over the world who will be fighting hand over fist for your to warm their beds," You swallow hard as he continues massaging your chest, kissing his way up your neck and pressing his nose against your ear.

"Clients?" You find yourself asking against your better judgement, though your voice sounds small. You feel the Harbinger grin against your ear. Before he answers you he drags his tongue along the outer shell. Your breathing hitches when his hand slides under your bodice, one of the rings he wears catching your pert nipple.

"Yes, prelest*, do you think I clean out my coffers without the intention of making a profit?" Though the air around you is thick with tension, the Harbinger carries on exploring your body, twirling his tongue in the opening of your ear and nipping every so often at your earlobe, "Though, you'll have to be much more engaged than this if I'm to see a return on my investment."

You're well aware of his subtle nudge to open yourself up, to let him have his way with you and prove yourself valuable, but you can't bring yourself to move. It's too difficult to breathe. Belonging to the Harbinger is a prospect terrifying enough, but to be sold over and over to the men that would deign to partake in his business dealings is more than a single woman can bear.

"I...don't..." You don't realize you're crying until a thumb drags across your cheek. For the first time you turn to look at the man, it's like coming face to face with death itself. His pupils aren't slits, you find, but they're narrowed all the same. Deep indigo irises the color of a darkening sky glow with delight as he soaks in your fear. The corners of his lips are permanently pulled in a genial grin, so much so that you wonder if you aren't peering at a mask. Another thumb joins the first and the pair trace your cheekbones as the Harbinger sighs.

"There's another habit we'll have to break you of, it seems," You try to pull your face away, but he's managed to lock your head between his palms with an iron grip. Fear that should have settled in your bones the moment you met him finally starts to rear its head, "Name a single man that would want to bed such a haughty, sniveling little slut."

He waits, expression ever still. Fresh tears fall as you continue to try to wrestle out of his grasp. You know he expects an answer, but the words die in your throat.

"You left the whorehouse mere minutes ago, have you already forgotten your place?" You shake your head violently, but continue to push and prod in an attempt to get away. The man is deceptively strong. He sighs again, jewels tinkling softly against his glasses as he shakes his head.

"No matter..." He somehow manages to smile wider, baring his teeth in delight, "...training is one of my specialties."

*precious

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload. please consider reblogging as mature content is often buried by Tumblr!

[KINKTOBER MASTERLIST] [Chapter 2]

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #pantalone #pantalone x reader #x reader #afab reader #tw: prostitution #tw: sex work #tw: degradation #genshin impact #minors dni #drabbles #pantalone got me in a vice grip #harbingers #fatui #fatui harbingers

[ak-177]

Trash magic? 👀 all the Wips sound interesting!

Aaaaaah, Trash Magic, as everything I write, it's Thramsay haha, I definitely have talk about this waaaaaay too much times lmao but I love this concept I made, it goes like this:

First, TW: prostitution (not Theon's or Ramsay's, someone else's)

Theon is a mess of human being like on all my fics lol, and he gets a new job on a hotel, he's basically the person that tells everyone where is their room and things like that, right? And then, we have that Theon and Robb are besties, like, suuuuper friends, and all cool.

Buuuuut, Robb has some self-destructive behavior, but in a veeeeery different way from Theon, since he's always under pression and stress, he needs some relieve, something to feel free even if it's for a little time, so, he whores himself to anyone

So, Theon and Robb have a deal: Theon will always have a room ready in the hotel at weekends nights for Robb to use with his clients.

They don't know that Ramsay is the owner of the hotel 💀💀 so, Ramsay hears that there's a new "whore" working there, and goes to see Robb Stark (Robb doesn't know Ramsay tho). Ramsay pays for a night and goes to Theon asking for the special room, Theon has to idea what he means and gets into a fight with Ramsay because he thinks he's making fun of him or something like that.

I'm not gonna say more hahaha but you all can imagine how it's going to go lololol and yeah, it's completely Thramsay (maybe I'm gonna put a glimpse of Ramsay/Robb and Robb/Roose, yk, to spice a bit haha, it's still on discussion)

#theon greyjoy #thramsay #ramsay bolton #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #modern au #ramsay snow #theon x ramsay #ao3fic #ao3 writer #my writing #tw: self esteem issues #tw: prostitution

[elysiumheartrp]

If you've never seen a Louis Theroux documentary then I highly recommend them. Such a huge influence for Newt. There's one where he's outside a Nazi's garage, in their territory, interviewing them and the Nazi keeps asking Louis if he's Jewish (he's not, he just has a big nose) and he refuses to answer despite the Nazi getting increasingly insistent, saying it shouldn't matter. There's another one where he's doing a piece about the first legal brothel in Nevada and one of the girls who work there gets really enamored with him and keeps trying to convince him to sleep with her, including convincing him to let her massage him for an interview.

People do incredibly strange things to soft-spoken, bespectacled British men with cameras. It's the basis of this whole blog.

#lore #ooc #tw: nazi mention #tw: prostitution #oc: corey newton

[angel-dust-addict]

Rewarded - Closed Starter

@the-one-who-killed-the-radio

Great. This was not how he wanted to spend the evening. Valentino had really outdone himself tonight. Vox, of all people. Val had picked out his outfit - a little black dress he would never have worn off-stage if given the choice - and told him where he was going, but that was all the more detail he was given. Angel didn't get why Val would do this, but he was the one sending his boyfriend a prostitute. Obviously he wasn't going to get upset with Angel or Vox about it.

When he reached Vox's door, he knocked and stepped back to wait. For all that he was around Vox fairly often, he had no idea what to expect tonight. What would the man want from him? Wasn't something he should question, though, he figured. Vox was Val's beau; Angel would do whatever Vox wanted. Otherwise, it'd probably get back to Val and then he'd be in for it. So he just watched the door, waiting for somebody to open it. The sooner somebody did, the sooner he could find out what the hell was going on here.

#the-one-who-killed-the-radio #rewarded #angel dust rp #hazbin hotel rp #closed starter #tw: prostitution #cw: abuse mention #cv: spider's web

[tomboyjessie13]

TW: Mentions of sexism and NSFTish themes

Downtown Cairo, Egypt 12:05 PM, Summer 1988

Medea hears word of Telence T. D'Arby running arrands in the city with his older brother and joined him just to get out of the mansion, during the trip, she not only has to deal with a pair of squabbling brothers, but also gets one heck of a surprise while running errands.

Medea: *Watching out the window*

Telence: *Behind the wheel, irritated* Honestly, I don't know why I'd agreed to let you come along?

Medea: *Looks at him* Who me?

Telence: No, *points at Daniel* him.

Daniel: *Smug* Because you love your big brother? :-3

Telence: Go to hell.

Daniel: You're still mad about what happened y-

Telence: *Getting angry* DANIEL! If you mention that day again, I SWEAR to God I'm going to start cracking skulls.

Medea: *Motions hands* Girls, girls, you're both pretty, now shut up and focus on the road.

Telence: *Calms down a bit* Right, I'm sorry.

Daniel: *Sticks tongue at him* Mmeh~

Medea: So where are we heading anyway now that you picked up your brother?

Telence: We're running errands for the mansion and Daniel's cafe, unfortunately what we need is not found in Islamic Cairo, so we're heading for Azbakeya for it.

Medea: ... *Excited* AZBAKEYA? That's one of Cairo's older district's best known for its book markets and historical sites!

Telence: Oh no not again. >_>

Daniel: *Smirks* Well aren't you happy as a clam, missy.

Medea: I'm a historian, dude! I live for these things! *Bouncing* So where are we off to first? The bookstores? The gardens? The theater?

Wagh El Birket - Cairo, Egypt 12:11 PM

Medea: *Utterly destroyed by disappointment* A CLOSED DOWN ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT!?

Telence: I told you that we're here for errands, not leisure.

Daniel: *Shrugs* Sorry miss, no playtime today, just business. And besides, if I recall correctly: this place used to be huge with Australian soldiers before it got shut down due to the second world war in 1941...That counts as a historical moment, right?

Telence: *Shaking his head disappointedly*

Medea: *Not impressed*.............. This place was shut down DURING the second world war in 1942 because a pair of Australian soldiers got killed in this district.

Daniel: Oops... Anyway, Telence, you handle Lord DIO's "supplies", I'll take care of the Hookahs for my Cafe. *Heads to a hookah store* Meet me back in 15 minutes. *Enters inside*

Telence: *Flatly* Sure. *Setting alarm on watch*

Medea: But what are we supposed to do here? Apart from that hookah store, there's literally nothing to do.

Telence: Come on, King, we gotta head for the "bathhouse" over there. *Heads for the building*

Medea: A bathhouse? *Gets excited again as she follows him* Oh my god, like one of those Turkish Baths? *Giggles*

Telence: Not exa-

Medea: *Enters the building*

Telence: *Crosses arms*...5...4...3...2...

Medea: AHHHHHH! *Runs out, face red from embarrassment* O////O

Telence: It's not a real "bathhouse".

Inside of the "bathhouse"

~Loud music playing~

Medea: *Horrified as she watches the degeneracy going on in front of her* So... Lord DIO's bathhouse is actually a brothel.

Telence: That's correct, it was renamed to that to keep the police from shutting this place down due to prostitution being illegal, Lord DIO got the idea from visiting a "soap land" during his last trip to Japan. This building is primarily used for money laundering similar to my brother's cafe and buying women's contracts for his harem whenever there's no one he likes in the city or are killed by Eris.

Medea: ...So basically, Fast Food for Vampires?

Telence: *Shrugs* Eh, more or less. *Walks away with wallet in hand* Now where's the Madam?

Medea: *Sighs in disgust* Guess THAT explains the women in the basement. *Sits down by a table angrily* And to think I could be finding some classic literature at a street market, instead I'm here watching misogyny being celebrated... *Just then a pair of male customers spotted her*

Customer 1: Check it out, man, they're showcasing redheads now.

[Flogging Molly]: *Pops up upon sensing something wrong*

Customer 2: *To Medea* Hey baby girl, how much are you?

Medea: *Even more disgusted* I'm not for sale, gobshites.

Customer 1: Oh, come on, cutie, don't be like that. Every woman here has a price. *Touches her shoulder*

[Flogging Molly]: KIRU! *Kicks the man squarely in his "family jewels"*

Customer 1: *Falls over* AHHHHHH!

Customer 2: *Scared*

Medea: I said I'm not for sale! Now beat it, ya perverts!

Both: *Staggered away in fright*

Telence: *Returns with two beautiful women following him* Alright, we're good to go.

Medea: *Feeling gross* Good, 'cause I really need a bubble bath after this.

Telence: *Sees the two panicked men leaving* ....They thought you were a worker here, I take it?

Medea: Yes. TT^TT

Woman 1: Ugh, men these days just don't know when to keep their hands to themselves anymore.

Woman 2: You said it, Lord DIO is way better than them anyways. ♥

Medea: *Shocked* E-FUCKING-XCUSE ME!? 8-D

END

#nsft ish #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo oc #oc #telence t. d'arby #daniel j. d'arby #incorrect quotes #tw: prostitution #tw: sexism #Youtube

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

What are some of the worst fanfics y'all have read? (not talking the ships itself, or like the name of it but like plotwise)

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#nsc off-topic #tw: toxic relationship #tw: age gap #tw: prostitution

[xamaxenta]

Heathen train running away with me but I’m all about people ending up in bad situations or situations that turned very bad and they can’t get out because they went too deep, and they feel like they have no choice and stuff

Modern Au, Ace is part of an illegal fighting ring, he got into it for the money, because Luffy is only a baby and he just can’t afford anything for him if he doesn’t do this it’s all for Luffy, Luffy is his single light in this nasty swirling darkness

Of course he catches the eye of the Blackbeard organisation, on the surface they’re just a shady group that deals in high risk but exceedingly profitable business (somehow? Who knows it involves weaponry?) , its legal if anyone asks, maybe.

They approach Ace with a deal, one that could get himself and Luffy out of poverty’s chokehold, pay for Luffy’s medical bills and maybe actually get them into a stable life, desperate to change their lives Ace accepts

And it just goes downhill :)

They ask more of Ace, use him as their scapegoat, Ace has a criminal record longer than he would like by now and he wants out

Untill their boss Marshall Teach emerges from the cesspit of their crew and offers Ace everything he wants, Ace knows there’s a catch, what does he give in exchange for such a boon?

Oh but it’s himself, how could he have been so naive, Teach informs him that all he would need to give up, is himself

And Ace backs away snarling “what? You want me to whore myself out to you?”

Teach gets so mean now and it was just the ravings of a horrible nice guy who’s been waiting to see if Ace would come to him but no it was Luffy this, Luffy that, who the fuck is Luffy? (He knows but he says it to hurt Ace :)))

Ace doesn’t have a choice, Luffy could be dead in the next hour if he refuses

And that is how Marco first meets Ace, a gangsters concubine, despite the hollowed look on his features, he’s gorgeous and doesn’t belong within the cruel grasp of bastard scum

#xam screams about bonkers stuff #please tell me to shut up its only gonna get worse from here #WAILING SWEOAEEISEUEUOSUDZUAOEUEYEOSUY #i will delete this by popular demand #tw: prostitution #tw: grooming #tw: noncon