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nayatarot777 · 4 months

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Lilith in Aries/1st house

this is intuitive astrology. meaning that i’m making these notes based on what i intuitively pick up about this astrological point being merged with these signs. take it with a grain of salt and understand that you might not relate to everything that i get from your placement 🖤

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your anger, direct expressions of emotions (positive or negative), and assertion towards your needs/desires were rejected. now you come across as stoic/unreadable in first impressions or when you’re around people who you’re not entirely comfortable with (whether these people are complete strangers, family, friends, coworkers, etc).

your instincts were suppressed. this gives the energy of you acting on your impulses and being shunned and shamed for this - especially during your childhood. nobody tried to teach you healthy ways of dealing with them.

as a result of the suppression of your anger, you come across as calm (even in situations when you feel the complete opposite), until something tips you over the edge - leading to a drastically aggressive and (perhaps) violent nature. it’s years and years of bottled up anger spilling out.

lilith in aries/1st house always reminds me of the people who were shamed the most during their early years. you could’ve even had a parent who negatively reacted to you when you were just a baby due to your instincts to cry when you needed something (for example).

when you’re suppressing your lilith energy, you deal with chronic fatigue. this is because you struggle to just go after things in the moment that you want to take action. you stall yourself and then lose the impulse to do what you wanted to do in the first place.

^ this may also be the reason why you feel as though you can no longer feel true excitement about things.

you can swing from a complete lack of spontaneity to too much spontaneity to the point of self destruction. you were never taught how to merge your natural spontaneous nature with rational decision-making. people just told you that your rash actions were “bad” and never gave you advice about how to exert that energy in a healthy way.

you trigger boys/men (insecure + immature men) the most. because they’re threatened by the masculinity that they see in you - especially if you’re a woman or a gay man (someone who immature, ignorant men believe “should” have less masculinity than them). they automatically see that your strength and ability to defend yourself is stronger than theirs.

you either completely reject your anger or completely embrace it - but may struggle to express it in a healthy way if you haven’t yet integrated lilith into your personality.

may have experienced other people (especially boys, men, and/or your father) abusing you (physically or sexually). experiences of someone violating your body in some way due to their own weakness regarding not controlling their anger/instincts. the same exact shit that they shamed you for. you’re a reflection of everything that they are (that they’re ashamed of). but it’s easier to vilify someone else than to vilify themselves, right?

others of you have probably just experienced unnecessary aggression from those people.

you could also swing between extremes regarding expressing your sexuality. either completely suppressing it to avoid shame (as you’ve probably been shamed for expressing it before) or presenting yourself in a completely sexualised way as a source of rebellion towards the people who’d vilify you for it.

some people with this placement get their vitality through being shocking to people and riling people up. through triggering people - whether that’s purposefully or just through how they want to present themselves.

others try to avoid this in certain aspects (whether it’s through a lack of defending themselves, completely covering themselves up and dressing modestly, not expressing what they truly want to, etc) so that they don’t have to deal with people’s negative reactions. but people are still going to find an issue with your lack of expression. it’s a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation. it always is with lilith.

when you finally embrace your lilith nature, people could perceive you as always looking angry or intimidating. especially in first impressions. this comes from lilith’s lesson that she learned earlier in life: that anytime someone views you as weak, they’ll assert their power and dominance over you. so you learn to become that way yourself: powerful and dominant.

^ when you finally drop this first layer that you meet people with, you’ll see people testing you. trying to overpower you after they’ve gotten to know you a little bit. they’ll mistake your gradually more open nature for you letting your guard down. they view you as weak in that moment. until you assert your defensive nature again to put them back in their place. they won’t try this with you at first, but as soon as they see an opening of - what they perceive to be - “a weakness”, they’ll try to dominate you. at this point, reasserting yourself is when they realise that they shouldn’t fuck with you again.

don’t let anyone get away with treating you like you’re able to be dominated. when you do, it’ll get worse. defend yourself. always. otherwise people will think that they can continue to overpower you. and the more you act like that type of behaviour is okay, the more you feel powerless. when you finally step into your power again, you’ll react in an extreme way to regain power from all of the times that you’ve felt disempowered due to that person. so don’t let it get to that point. stand on business when you need to. always 🗣️💯

^ and don’t mistake that for always being defensive. only bring that out when people are dumb enough to try you.

you may have also been shamed for focusing on yourself. called or treated like you were ‘selfish’ because of this. always being conditioned to never think of yourself and what you need. to just put others before you. that’s also another way that people drain your power and personal vitality. focus on yourself THE MOST. because when you don’t, people will constantly tug on your energy and start acting entitled to the energy that they know damn well you should be giving to yourself.

^ due to this, you’ll probably face negative reactions from people who feel entitled to being co-dependent on you when you finally decide that you want to focus on and prioritise yourself. fuck them. they benefited from you neglecting yourself and that’s why they’re mad that you’re putting in place boundaries. people expect you to forget about yourself too much. and they don’t take into consideration who you are as a person and what you need.

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lucifers-nipple-piercing · 2 years

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𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 | 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙!𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

priest!Levi x fem!religious!reader smut

i have not been able to get this idea out of my head. will probably be two parts. sorry if it's not entirely accurate! I was raised christian but not catholic

cw: non-con/coercion, sacrilegious, Catholicism, mild age-gap, corruption, virginity kink kinda, 18+ only!!

Levi's grip on his Bible tightened as he saw you walk through the church doors, greeting Father Smith with a smile. You were dressed modestly, but your dress hung snugly around your breasts and ass. He watched the way they moved with your steps as you walked down the aisle.

Levi caught his shameful thoughts, mumbling a quick prayer for forgiveness. He opened his Bible to a random page, pretending to focus on it.

It had been like this for nearly a month. You were new to the area and had quickly become a valued member of the church. You were always there--volunteering, annotating your Bible, praying. Such dedication was rare, much more so among younger people. But you had been brought up by strict, Catholic parents. You were sheltered. The Church was all you knew.

Levi suspected you'd eventually stray from your devout loyalty as you got used to being on your own and began socializing with people other than your church friends. The young priest prayed for this day. Others might be fooled by the sweet front you put on, but he knew what you were. Temptation. Sin. The Devil.

He had been a Christian for his entire life. Enough to devote his life to Christ ten years ago. He had never had much of an interest in love and sex, so the sacrifice of a celibate's life had never bothered him. Until now.

Watching the way your pretty dresses hugged your form, the way you smiled softly when you caught his eye... everything about you made his faith waiver and his cock twitch.

"Father Ackerman?"

Levi snapped back to reality, looking up to see you smiling politely.

He cleared his throat. "Good morning, y/n."

"Good morning!" you chirped, "I picked up some wine for communion, where should I leave the bottles?"

Levi resisted the urge to glance down at your cleavage. "You can stick it in the storage closet by the organ."

"Okay! I'll go--Oh!" your gaze fixed on his feet, "Father, your shoe is untied."

Before Levi could respond, you had dropped to the floor and started tying the laces.

Levi's jaw clenched, his mind running wild with the idea of you on your knees. How badly he wished you'd just look up with those big, innocent eyes and undo his pants, wrapping your hand around his--

"There!" You looked up, smiling, then blushed. "Sorry," you stood "I hope I didn't weird you out... I wasn't really thinking..." you laughed awkwardly.

"No, it's--" Levi's voice came out gravely and he quickly coughed, "it's fine."

"Okay! Well, I should get busy. Have a good day!" You beamed, turning to carry on with your chores.

"Yeah," Levi glanced down at his pants, thankful he had chosen tight boxers today. "You too."

....

"I'll lock up."

"You sure? I really don't mind." Erin looked up from his papers.

"Yeah. You stayed late yesterday."

He chuckled. "Well... Don't have to tell me twice."

Levi watched, silent, as the man finished his work and packed up, bidding him a good night.

Left to his own, he made his way to the sanctuary. It was a beautiful building and he took a moment to appreciate the tall, stained-glass windows and ornate pillars. He stopped in front of the alter, staring up at the large window depicting the crucifixion. He slowly sunk to his knees, suddenly aware of all the holy figures staring down at him.

"Father..." Levi started, "I fear I am falling victim to temptation. Even now, as I pray, lustful thoughts of her fill my mind." He takes a few deep breaths.

"I pray that you will give me strength during this, and help me to lead the righteous path. Please Father, protect me from sin and the temptations of Lucifer."

...

Levi watched through the ornate screen as the old woman walked away. This was the fifth time she had come to ask forgiveness for watching reality TV. He still wasn't sure exactly how that was a sin, but she seemed adamant it was and his attempts to reassure her had done nothing.

He glanced at his watch in the dim light. He had less than an hour left. If he was lucky, no one else would come in. He had never enjoyed taking confessions. He had met quite a few people who enjoyed being in the know of all the church drama, but he couldn't care less.

There was an echoing click as the heavy doors of the cathedral swung open, the sound of pouring rain growing louder then fading again. The click-clack of heels on marble signaled the woman approaching the confessional box. A shadow covered the window, then a nervous voice spoke.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned."

Levi's pulse quickened as the familiar sound of your voice broke the silence.

"My last confession was, um, a year ago. I..." There was a long pause.

Levi sat in anticipation, wondering what sins such a sweet, pure girl could have.

"I've been having sinful thoughts. I've tried to ignore them. I've been praying constantly but... last night I... I gave in."

The priest adjusted his pants, his mind running wild. "What was it you gave into?"

There was a long silence. "I um... I'm sorry... it's shameful to talk about. I touched myself," you murmured.

Levi had to hold back a groan at the thought. The sweet angel adored by the church, God's obedient little girl, splayed out on her bed as she fingered herself for the first time.

"I see..." Levi swallowed, palming himself through his slacks. "Can you elaborate so I can better understand?"

"Elaborate?" Your voice wavered.

"I must better understand your sin to offer an appropriate pension."

"Of course.... Um, well, I've had sexual urges for a while but they've been getting worse recently... I've been less resilient. Last night I was reading a novel and I got to a sex scene. I usually skip past them, I always have, but I got curious this time and I read it. It was very inappropriate; so... rough and violent but..."

"But what?"

"I liked it."

Levi gritted his teeth, partly in arousal and partly in pain from his erection. "What about it did you like?" He slowly unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out. He had masturbated before, but it had been quite some time; he had to hold back a groan as his hand wrapped around his shaft.

"I had always thought of sex as something gentle and quick. Everything I have learned has taught me it is more for than man's enjoyment than for the woman's, but that wasn't the case here at all." You paused, seeming to think for a moment, "The male character focused on the woman, he did things to pleasure her before he penetrated her."

Levi hummed in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering closed as he stroked himself to her voice.

"And when they did start having penetrative sex, he was... violent! He was choking her and hitting her and I was thinking to myself how horrible it was but I..."

"You what?"

You shifted in your seat, trying to push down the knot in your stomach. "I could feel my... I could feel a burning between my legs."

Levi slowed his strokes enough for his voice to come out even "And what did you do?"

"I put the book down and I just laid there... Imagining the scene in my head, imagining myself as the woman. Could I really enjoy something so mean and painful? I think part of me doing what I did was to see if I really was attracted to those things... I was just rubbing my thighs together at first but I was just so curious what it would feel like and I couldn't resist reaching down there and..."

"What did you do, y/n?"

You blushed, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "I started rubbing myself and--and I found my um... my entrance and pushed my fingers in and started m-moving them."

Levi audibly groaned, furiously pumping his cock. It was taking all of his willpower not to break through the thin wooden panel and fuck you against a pew. He wondered what soft and sweet sounds you'd make as your innocence was taken from you.

The thought pushed him over the edge, and he gritted his teeth as cum shot out onto his hand and pants

"Father?"

Levi struggled to catch his breath, head still spinning from the high, "Yeah?"

"W-what's my penance?"

"What you experienced is very common. Lust is something even the Godliest of people face." He had to have you. He couldn't stand it. God be damned, he had to have you. "One of our pastors will be out of town, tomorrow. Come to church tomorrow night and help with the extra work and you will be forgiven."

part 2 coming soon :)

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nakedcows · 1 year

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Hello! I gotta request. I love Aemond as many of the girlies do. But I never find fics for the plus size girls. I’m a firm believer that Aemond would like a plus size woman. When you have a moment of time I’d love to see a plus size reader x Aemond type fic. Of course I’d be here for some spice too. I’d just really like to see more representation ☺️ thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day!

A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I had a draft ready that didn't save so my inspiration took a big hit. I haven't thought about it before, but now that you say it I do think Aemond would lean more toward plus sized women. I can't explain why i just feel like it falls inline with his character. Thank you for your request!!

summary: Aemond gifts Y/n new clothes that inspire her to take the lead tonight

warnings: smut p n v, slight degrading (not of the reader), body shaming (it's not very much don't worry), sub Aemond

Word count 1.4k

Y/n was entranced by the stranger staring back at her in the mirror. The woman standing in her mirror resembled the fair ladies from books she had read as a girl. Ones where brave knights fight to the death and love-struck monarchs conquer kingdoms for the chance to embrace their true love.

The emerald green dress she wore had no sleeves and hung off her shoulders. Y/n was not used to dressing in such a manner she had become accustomed to frumpy, loose fitted clothing that hid her figure. Y/n’s mother had insisted that despite the high ranking of their house, it was imperative to hide the plump figure she had inherited from her to guarantee proposals from the lords of the court. However, her dear Aemond had thought otherwise. He began to court Y/n and questioned why a lady of her rank wore such ill-fitting clothing. After Y/n had confided in Aemond about her mother's advice, he disposed of her dresses and commissioned a new wardrobe of custom-made dresses with matching jewelry for his love. Y/n admired her newfound figure and how her bodice hugged her thick waist instead of hanging loosely. Layers of skirt gracefully laid against her wide hips complimented with embroidery. The mousy-looking girl had disappeared under hair tied in intricate braids decorated with rare jewels and a beauteous dress accentuating her curved figure. Y/n always felt as though she was meant to be invisible, to blend into the background unnoticed and unmentioned unless she was needed. But now, with her full body glittering in the open free to be seen, she felt confident.

“You are enchanting, my love,” Aemond said. He had briefly left for Y/n to dress and retrieve the final piece to her ensemble. Aemond stood behind her, unable to break his gaze from her captivating, newfound appearance.

Aemond delicately clasped a sapphire necklace cut from the same gem in his eye.

“What do you think, dear heart?” he asked as his hands drifted from Y/n’s neck to her shoulders

“I think it’s... perfect,” she said, gliding her hands under her plump chest. “I look perfect.” Y/n smiled brightly at her reflection. The rush of finally recognizing the glowing beauty in her mirror was the same modestly dressed woman that she saw a few hours ago. Y/n felt invincible at this moment she could do anything, say anything and the surefooted woman in her mirror would protect her from fear and persecution with a glance. She turned to Aemond with a new vigor. It was an unfamiliar feeling that bubbled in her core and climbed up to her chest. Aemond had always taken the lead. He led when they held hands when they kissed, and he led when they were intimate. But tonight, she would take command. Y/n grabbed the back of Aemond’s head greedily, pulling him flush against her body for a languid kiss. Aemond grinned into the kiss, stroking her rounded hips, causing the sensation in her core to swell. Y/n slowly pulled from him. Her whole body felt as though someone had set aflame her from the inside.

“You promised me once that you would do anything for me. I need only ask. Is that still true? Y/n asked, meeting his eyes.

“Of course, my dear,” the fingers on his neck glided into his hair to stroke his scalp.

“Then get on your knees for me,” Y/n’s light stroking turned into a tight grip as she yanked Aemond’s head back by his hair. Aemond breath hitched from the sudden tension on his scalp. Y/n had never done this before yet as he prostrated himself before her the hand in his hair leading him to kneel, he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

“What do you wish of me Y/n?”

“Hmm I don’t think using my name suits you very well my dear,” she said smirking.

“Oh?”

“No, you are a proper gentleman are you not? Then you should refer to me like one. I think ‘My lady’ will do for now, don’t you?” Aemond felt his breeches tighten as she leaned in and paused just before their lips met.

“Answer me Aemond.”

“Yes, my lady,” Y/n closed the gap between them, devouring his lips. Aemond could hear his heart pounding as his member began to throb. He was used to being in control. There was safety in control letting that part of him slip for even a second led to disaster. Aemond craved rest for someone to ease that unmoving tension in his mind and giving his power to Y/n would do just that.

“Good boy, strip and lay on the bed for me,” she said releasing his hair. Aemond stood from his spot on the floor in favor of removing his doublet and breeches before laying on the bed desperate to obey. Aemond felt his length harden as Y/n waltzed up to the bed and slowly skipped out of her sleeves pulling her bodice down, exposing her full breast and removed her small clothes, leaving her the remainder of her dress on. His red tip now peaked out from the protection of its fleshy folds at the sight. His shy elegant lady turned dominating temptress. Aemond reached down to stroke himself but was met with a quick slap.

“Proper gentlemen don’t touch themselves, Aemond. It is quite unseemly,” she said, climbing onto the bed to straddle him.

“Y-Yes my lady.”

“You know improper gentlemen believe they are owed the pleasure they crave-” Y/n pulled her skirt up, revealing thick plush thighs coated in slick from her dripping mound, causing Aemond’s breath to quicken and his cock to throb. “But a proper gentleman asks for his desires, doesn’t he, Aemond? Why don’t you ask me for what it is you desire my dear?” Y/n lowered herself a bit allowing Aemond’s tip to just barely graze her entrance. Aemond gasped, trying to hold himself together. Whenever he had coupled with Y/n, Aemond would take her hips and impale her with his length whenever he felt the urge, yet at this moment doing such a thing without her explicit permission felt as though he would be committing an unforgivable sin of the highest caliber.

“Please my lady, use my cock.” Aemond said, bringing his hands up and sinking his fingers into her soft hips.

“Hmm I don’t know. You don’t seem to want me enough. Perhaps I should stop,” she said slowly lowering her skirt. The gentle throbbing of Aemonds cock developed into torturous ache.

“No, my lady, please I need you. Please let me fill your cunny. I need it. I’m throbbing for you. I need to fill you around me my lady,” Y/n grinned and lifted her skirt once more.

“There you go sweet boy begging for me like a proper gentleman,” Y/n dropped onto his cock taking him all at once. Normally Y/n would ask Aemond to be slow and gentle with her, but here and now, consumed by her newfound vigor, she didn’t want to be gentle. She didn’t want to be delicate. She wanted to take everything for herself. Y/n sank, allowing Aemond to bottom out. He could feel her cunt constrict around his cock as if she wanted to meld him into her insides. Her folds would only briefly release him from their tight grip before clenching around him once again. Y/n could feel Aemond’s cock pulsating inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against the spongy back of her cunt. Y/n rocked her hips, enthralled by how the sensation of absolute control enhanced her pleasure. Aemond felt as though he was unraveling every time Y/n’ hips dropped to meet his. Aemond was consumed with an unrelenting craving that devoured his entire being. He needed her. He needed more.

“Faster my lady! Please, I need more of you!”

“Good boy asking so nicely for his lady,” Y/n sped up, bouncing on Aemond’s cock quicker, the heat in her core building to a peak ready to snap at any moment. Y/n reached for Aemond’s hands. She pressed his left hand against her pearl and held onto his right one. Aemond rolled small circles on Y/n’s pearl already covered in her slick and tangled his fingers with hers. Adding pressure to the sensitive bud when their hips met each other.

“I’m going to cum. Are you ready, Aemond?” she said leaning down, losing herself in his violet eye.

“Yes please, I need to feel you cum around me my lady!” she couldn’t hold on any longer. Squeezing Aemonds hand Y/n fell apart as her orgasm flooded across her body, causing her legs to shake and her body to fall limp against Aemond. The pleasure of taking Aemond as she pleased pushed Y/n’s high to another plane of existence. One where she was everything and nothing all at once. Unburdened. Unshackled. Untouched. Aemond felt himself burst inside of Y/n his back arching. He had never reached a peak like this before. He could feel tingling all throughout his body that turned into blissful burning reaching to the tips of his toes. They laid together for a moment, their heavy breathing filling the heady air. Y/n sat up a bit and placed a gentle kiss on Aemond’s temple still damp from the excitement.

“Did I do well for you, my lady?”

“You were the perfect gentleman.”

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thecuriousquest · 11 months

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Little Doll in the Park

Yandere Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, controlling tendencies, possessiveness

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It is a quiet, sunny afternoon at the park. You’re sitting on the grass with Hitoshi, one of your best friends since you were little. You would move a mountain for your buddy because he has been there for you through thick and thin. He stands up for you, he shares his snacks and meals with you, and he sneaks out to meet up with you when you’re having a tough time in life.

“Hey, Hitoshi, wanna get something to eat? I’m soooooo hungry. I’ll buy this time!”

As if you need to say anything to convince him to spend more time with you. He laughs at your declaration to pay for the meal as well. He won’t let you, he never does.

“Alright, one condition, though. I’ll pay, and you just keep me company.”

“As long as my tummy gets food, I’m good with whatever.” You smile at him.

God, you have no idea how much your smile puts him at ease, how much one smile from you can brighten up his day.

You two stand up and head towards the park’s exit in order to go to the usual food truck a couple blocks away. Once you make the journey past a group of guys playing soccer, they stop and look at you, and Hitoshi doesn’t like it at all. He examines your clothes, the way they’re tight fitting, hugging your body. Your tank top is low cut, and your denim shorts offer a nice view of your legs.

Impulsively, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. He bends slightly in order to put you over his shoulder. Everyone’s looking at you now but in a different way. This escapes your attention, and you giggle at your best friend’s antics.

“What are you doing? I can walk, you know?” You laugh as you bounce on his shoulder with each step he takes.

“I know you can walk, but you’re so slow sometimes, and I’m hungry.” It’s the best excuse he can come up with off the top of his head.

Once you two get to the food truck, you both order, and the violet haired boy pays for both meals. You thank him and give him a hug, one that he gladly returns.

As you two eat on a bench, he sighs and looks at you. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking about something. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I think you need to start dressing more appropriately.”

Your eyebrows furrow out of confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The way you dress is…revealing.”

“Okay, why does that matter?”

“I just think it would be better for you considering how men can be in this day and age. I’m in no way shaming women or victim blaming. I just care about you. It would kill me if you got hurt because some guy couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”

“That’s fair. I appreciate you for looking out for me. I guess I could try to dress more modestly.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “What would I do without you, Hitoshi?”

He wraps an arm around you. “Probably go hungry.”

You both erupt in the type of laughter that’s so boisterous you’re stomach begins to hurt.

Hitoshi will never admit this to you, but he’s secretly glad that you’re so oblivious to his intentions. It makes it that much easier for him to manipulate you like the little doll that you are.

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inbarfink · 2 years

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I’ve seen some interpretations of the Rocky Horror Picture Show that compare Frank to the Christian Devil and/or the Serpent of Eden. And… it’s not like that doesn’t make sense. Frank is a tempter who stands against the restraint of the explicitly Christian morality of the mainstream culture our protagonists come from. The Criminologist even calls his temptation of Brad and Janet a “forbidden fruit”. But… I just think that’s not the only angle one can take when looking at Frank. Frank is many things both as an in-universe person and a narrative character. But we are first and foremost introduced to him, before we even get a chance to see him, as a Frankenstein Pastiche.

Is it any wonder that he does such a good job of playing God?

Like any good Postmodern Prometheus, Frank creates new life, but this goes beyond just Rocky. It’s Brad and Janet who are kind of the Adam and Eve in this comparison, and while Frank didn’t literally create them with mad science - he did re-make them in his own image.

(And after first turning them to stone - a form of earth - and then back to flesh)

Also, if we're looking at the Frankenstein's Place as a sort of twisted Garden of Eden - a place where Brad and Janet lose their innocence, gain greater knowledge and understanding of themselves, commit a transgression by giving into temptation, and then get cast down to Earth unsure of what to do with what they have learned - then Frank as the Master of the castle, who first welcome Brad and Janet but eventually then targets them with furious punishment, fits much better playing the role of God than a random snake or even the Devil himself.

Yes, it's a weird-reverse-sort-of-God whose creed is exactly the opposite of the Conservative Christian God in whose church Ralph and Betty got married - but this is already a weird-reverse-sort-of-Eden as well. Adam and Eve started off so 'innocent' in that they felt no shame about their nude bodies, and when they lost said innocence is also when they started feeling the need to cover up. Brad and Janet’s 'innocent' state has them dressed very modestly, and their 'corruption' is marked by them... well, they're never fully naked, but certainly gradually get more confortable walking around in their underwears or lingerie.

And following the narrative thread of this weird-reverse-Garden-of-Eden, the real Forbidden Fruit isn’t actually Frank’s dick, it’s Rocky. The Garden of Eden was this wonderland of earthly delights where Adam and Eve could pertake of any fruit they desired.... except for the Tree of Wisdom. That was the one pleasure they were forbidden from. And the Frankenstein’s Place is similarly a paradise of desires - just less of a fruitbowl and more of the Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll variety - but the one thing you can’t do, the one person you’re not allowed to have sex with... is Rocky.

And I think the interesting question here is ‘why is Rocky the one thing that’s off-limits in Frank’s Fantastic FuckCastle?’. Because, well, if we look at it from an Eden Perspective, here’s what the Serpent had to say about the subject of the Fruit of Knowledge:

Eating the Forbidden Fruit isn’t just about succumbing to mortal pleasures about godly morality or whatever, it’s about becoming kinda like God. And maybe that’s the real reason why Frank’s so upset about the idea that Rocky has slept with someone else. It’s less actual romantic jealousy and more... galling at the idea that someone else can tempt his Significant Other to cheat on him. That’s his thing!

And like, espacially since Janet has that line in “Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me”

Which I always read as a kind of admission that she’s like... exploiting Rocky’s desire for an emotional connection for own sexual pleasures. She is maybe falling into this very Frank-Brand of hedonistic manipulativeness. Her newfound knowledge of her sexuality is making her more like ‘God’ in a way, and now this God is pissed about that idea.

And this also does places a ‘Serpent’ figure in our Garden of Eden and that’s Riff-Raff. It’s through his manipulation of events that Janet get offered that Forbidden Himbo in the first place. He probably wasn’t really counting on it directly, more like just causing random chaos in the hopes of distracting Frank long enough to prepre for the coup. But still, without Riff-Raff and Magenta’s tormenting of Rocky, he wouldn’t have fallen in Janet’s lap like this.

And I think, this is taking very directly from the Christian interpetation of the Garden of Eden myth, where the Serpent is retconned as Satan. Riff-Raff is, after all, a resentful servant planning to usurp his master out of jealousy and uses the humans as pawns in his scheme to do that. If Frank is playing God, than Riff-Raff is clearly playing Devil here!

And, like the pitchfork is OBVIOUSLY a reference to the American Gothic motif but... there’s no reason why you couldn’t also connect it to a Satanic motif? Especially as, with Frank being a Reverse-God who preaches for sin and pleasure, Riff-Raff is a Devil of... well, I dunno if he necessarily believes in all of that sexual conservatism stuff - but he’s certainly willing to use it as an excuse for his personal beef with Frank! Either way the point remains, the pitchfork ties together the concepts of traditionalism and sexual shame, as symbolized by American Gothic, with the Devil.

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror #janet weiss #riff raff #dr. frank n. furter #frank n furter #dr frank n furter

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This might be an unpopular opinion but ACOTAR (the book, the first one) had the most interesting characters.

If you consider the mysterious, unapologetic villain-ness of Rhysand, the intriguing motivations and his relationship with Feyre, the sleek brutality and coldness of Amarantha, the fragility, determination and humanity of Feyre, the sharpness and humor of Lucien, even the confused, impotent torment of Tamlin—all the characters were actually a lot more interesting and unique than what they became in later books.

They hooked us. How many people continued reading BECAUSE Rhys was so gray, so odd, so unpredictable? We wanted more. We wanted more of Feyre’s story, of what was in store for her strange, contradictory sisters, for Lucien.

The watering down of all these characters is a great disservice to them. They’ve become black and white, and that’s such a shame.

To me, the appeal of Nesta was her acerbic tongue, her disdain for convention, her haughty coldness. She was unique in the pantheon of female characters.

Elain was the opposite—soft and sweet and uncommonly passive. Amongst the throngs of characters who all need to handle swords, put on pants, and lose their feminine attributes , Elain unabashedly requested pink, pretty dresses, roses and a husband.

The tragedy here, I think, is that everyone has been written down, to the lowest common denominator. Swords. Fighting. Trauma. Love interest.

Even Nesta’s modestly, for example, her insistence on remaining covered, not flashy, plain in her dressing and her hair style, has been removed. Nesta, somehow, ended up naked for the majority of her book.

This is sounding like a rant, and maybe it is. I just hope that SJM returns to interesting characterization for her MCs. I saw glimmers of it in ACOSF, where she made Rhys pretty awful (and that was great!$, but I want more! I hope that she makes bolder choices going forward. Also considering that it’s now NA. Honestly, less Gwyn and more Jurian.

#acotar #acotar rant #SJM books #SJM writing

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opened tunglr randomly only to be faced with that weird anon ask you got. what the actual hell i'm so sorry you got that 🫠 the thought that "fuller shaped people(TM)" are supposed to dress modestly just because otherwise they are "sexualizing themselves" is just really gross.

it's really cheesy but. shouldn't we aiming for making everyone comfortable and respecting them and their choices, instead of expecting them to conform to society??? (insert my usual ramble. i don't want to drop the word in public in case it attracts the aggressive guys...)

anyway sorry for rambling JFBEICBDJD i just wanted to offer some hugs for you and everyone else who got assaulted with that anon's words 💞 (and also drop my tag essay because it's kind of related me thinks)

no definitely!!!!! honestly its so upsetting to see people resort back to "slut-shaming" and dictating what people can or cant wear, but the most jarring part is my mugi literally just?????? wears regular modest clothes a large portion of the time?????????? and apparently thats ALSO her showing too much???? if theres big boobs involed theres literally no winning

and YEAH AUGH. IT SUCKS HOW INHERENTLY SEXUAL BOOBS ARE TREATED!!! like i get finding boobs attractive or whatever like Look at me for gods sake, but boobs can exist in non-sexual contexts too. the human body shouldnt be treated as a sex object, which that anon clearly thought of my tsumugi considering they compared her body to that of a sex doll. im so exhausted of having to deal with this honestly

im glad people are sharing their 2 cents on this though!! especially because i know i cant tackle everything or relay my thoughts in the best way, so, on the bright side, its made me very happy to see people recognize how damaging that anons mindset was. bc ill admit sometimes i feel like im going crazy and that im the only one who doesnt see something inherently sexual with my tsumugi AUHSFKAHSDKGJ

#ask #ill be real i am so tired and exhausted i cant form proper thoughts anymore #ive used up all my explaining energy #but like u guys get it by now i assume

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sykhan048 · 6 months

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Heart to you (Snape X OFC)

26 July, Rome,

"No!" a panicked voice laced with heavy american accent whisper-yelled, "Absolutely not! guys do something!" The person who said to the small group with a sheer frustration. "He is right. Don't be stupid. You are going to get yourself a lots of trouble." They tried to warn their female friend although she is even listening to them.

The girl or it can say a young women like the way she prefers to be addressed, was of a medium height, look little younger than her two friends. She was modestly dressed in a coffee coloured full sleeve full length vintage dress. Her waist length thick and dark purple hairs are left open but styled modestly. Her face, devoid any cosmetics, may not be the most beautiful in the world but the sparkle in the almond-shaped eyes combined with the beaming smile in her lips and her slight dimple of checks, can put every beautiful face into face in shame.

Today she was uncharastically silent, gazing through the hallway window and her clam eyes twinkled with amusement and mischief... the gang knew this look can only means trouble. Some participant while entering the hall as they are the participants of debate competition. When she was done with her inspection she turned to her friends, "We are only here for 3 days and 1 day we've already wasted. I only have today and tomorrow to see the city."

"Sorry to break it to you. we are here for the competition, not to tour the city." one of her friend retorted."

"Correction! you guys are here for competition. I'm here to see the Eternal city." She corrected him. He jumped in and said, "When have I heard this like...oh I forgot you said these when we went to paris for the chess competition." She smiled in a fond memory, Paris was so beautiful!! Their group leader had gotten really angry at her for sneaking out from the group, but couldn't help herself to see the most romantic city in the world from behind a window. There was so much to do, so much to see and she did her best to enjoy every aspect Paris had to offer, did a little shopping, tasted their food, saw the city from top of the Eiffel Tower. Her only regret was she was doing these alone...without him. It was his birthday...she could walk with him beside the Seine River under the glowing street lamps...hand in hand...see the sunset together from the top of Eiffel tower...dance with him under the moon light...

She was lost in her fantasies that she didn't even noticed that her friends were still talking to her. Her hand clasped under chin, blush adore her checks while her eyes sparkle with the colourful dreams..."these is not Paris...these is Ro...Hey are you even listening to me! Hello!! " Her male friend wave his hand in front of her face successfully bring her from her daydreams. "Why are you smiling like that and why the hell are you turning red?" he huffed in frustration. The girl made a annoyed face and threw a glare to her friend for disturbing her dream. "If I got determine by doing anything no one can stop me."

"Whatever!! just do me a favor, don't put yourself at any trouble. by the way our professor is giving us stinky eye. How are you going to convince him to let you go?" Her friend asked. "I've a plan." She said with mischievous smile. She approach to the old man and, "Mr. leonardo! can I please visit the exhibition hall again?" Her request bluffed her friend. The place which she talking about is at the left wing of the building. How was she planning to go outside from there. Maybe she found some secret rout. She is very unpredictable...

"Again? Why?" The person Mr. Leonardo asked perplexed. The placed she already visited yesterday. What is left for her to re-exploring? "I'd like to see the paintings again. They are truly magnificent." By watching the frown at the man's forehead she understood that he still are not going to let her go. "Actually there's one painting of a pond reminds me of my village...my home, It's almost 12 years that I left my home..." Her voice heavy with emotion..."I felt that...I found a piece of my home in this unknown land." She finish her over dramatic speech and her friends just rolled her eyes and mutter, "Drama Queen!" Mr. Leonardo still maintain a stern face and permit her to go. How can he won't. The girl really missing her home. After Mr. Leonardo left her friend warn her, "Victoria be careful!" She nodded her reassuringly and then she was gone.

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Victoria walked down the hall and found herself in the left wing, in a big room rows and rows of paintings in ornate carved frames decorated the walls, some were original and some were replicas of famous works from Renaissance era. Her eyes circles the room which was mostly empty, other than a pudgy janitor who was singing an italian song while sweeping the floor to himself there was no one. Her eyes travelled past the janitor over some sculptures then finally on the eastern wall her eyes landen on the painting she was looking for.

Shivering for the cold temperature of the hall she started to walk towards the east wall...Her footstep echoing loudly to the empty room. On her way, when she was passing the pudgy man she smiled warmly at him, in reply the man tipped his head in greetings. She walked to the painting and starts observing it. It was an oil painting of many wooden boat floating on a pond. on the top it started with warm orange and yellow colour at the background, on the right side there was a silhouette of a mansion which looked very familiar. She wasn't lying when she said she liked that painting or that it reminds her of her home. "You are right Victoria." a voice suddenly whisper in her ear. "It's just like the pond which was situated behind our school...or maybe it is still." There are so many things a person could do when they are being seeked up on-they get startled, some jump in surprise, some even squeaked. But Victoria did none of those things, instead her heart fluttered as a huge smile formed on her lips as she turned to face the owner of the voice. The owner of the voice is a young boy probably 16 or 17 years old much younger than her, thin and tall, fare complexion, who was wearing the uniform of Hogwart school. The left side of his robe has a logo said which house he belongs to. His sharp and intelligent eyes was gazing her her with spark of happiness in them. His thin lip stretched in a grin. "See! I was right. You are the only who was auguring with me." She said with a little frown. "Okey...Okey...I'm sorry! Now please forgive me." She said while looking at him, "ummm.....no. You have to convince me." She said while smiling. The boy said, "Hmm...let me think..." He seems in thought suddenly he said, "What about my new spell?" Before Victoria could reply the boy take his wand and move it round to make sparkling at the air. Victoria felt very very delight and her smile is not leaving from her face. Her dimple is flushing over her checks and she was happy beyond her imagination. As her laughter died down she smile longingly at him, "Why don't you stay in front of me always?" As she complained her eyes mist up.

"I may not be in front of your eyes but I'm definitely behind your closed eyes." He said softly, "Won't you see Rome? let's go!" She happily nodded her head, taking his hand in hers she led towards the escaping rout.

To be continue...

#severus snape #severus x reader #snape smut #snape fandom #snape fanfiction #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #smut #severus snape fanfiction #snape #snape love

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demiaroacejolynekujo · 6 months

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Trigger Warning: mentions of religious abuse/trauma, SA, rape, sult shaming, whorephobia, queerphobia, sexual activities

If you're a minor, please be warned that there are 18+ topics addressed in this post.

If you're a proshipper, please do not interact with me. Any asks from proshippers will be deleted. Any DMs from proshippers will be deleted and will be blocked. Any proshipper who screenshots this post and/or makes a post tagging me in it will be blocked.

I'm honestly tired of seeing proshippers calling antis (or anyone in general) purists or puritians for saying that they don't support abusive and problematic ships. Being an antishipper is not purity culture.

Purity culture was created by conservative Christians as a way by asserting dominates over marginalized people and non-Christian people.

Antis are not going after random Queer people and non-Christians by telling them that they're going to hell if they don't conform to heteronormitivity (idk if I spelled that right) and convert to the Christian faith. There are many antis that are Queer, as well as antis who are victims of religious abuse and have been abused by someone within the church. Telling antis that they're purists for saying that abusive ships are bad is queerphobic and insensitive and triggering to the antis who've experienced religious abuse.

Antis aren't going up to random women who are wearing revealing clothing and telling them that they need to start dressing modestly or else they'll be sexually assaulted, raped, or murdered by men. Antis are also not telling women in the sex work industry that they need to stop being a sex worker, or else they're just sluts and whores and they'll never be able to find someone that won't sexually abuse them.

Antis are not the ones telling people that having premarital sex and masterbation is a sin, and they must wait until marriage to have sex or abstain from any sexual activities, or else they'll be considered sinful and dirty.

Proshippers are also being aphobic when they call antis puritans as Asexual/Acespec, Aromantic/Arospec, and aroace antis exists. Ace and Aro people have been called puritans by Allos for simply experiencing little to no sexual/romantic attraction. But yet Allos will fake claim an Ace/Aro person's queerness if they experience any sort of sexual/romantic attraction.

Before I get any proshitters telling me that I'm a puritan (which will probably happen as proshippers don't know how not to harass anyone who disagrees with their gross ass ships), I'm a sex favored, romance favored, kinky aroace person with high libido who had premarital sex and masterbates frequently and reads non-problematic smutty character x reader fanfics and is a (beginner) Pagan Witch and a Satanist. So calling me a Puritan will have no effect on me as I've done things that are completely opposite of being a puritan.

So the next time you call any anti a puritan for simply say that abusive, pedophilia, and incest is bad, realize that you're telling Queer antis, religious abuse victim antis, and non-Christian antis that they deserve to go hell. You're also telling women, AFAB, and femme-aligned antis that they need to dress in a way that their bodies are fully covered or else they'll be SA'ed by men and saying that they're whores and sluts if they partake in any form of sex work.

So please, look up the real definition of what a Puritan is before you throw a Temper tantrum at antis.

#antiship #antishipping #antishipper #anti proship #anti proshipper #anti proshippong #anti proshitter #anti purity culture #anti puritan #anti christianity

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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LO RANT:

Listen I know I said I was going to calm down with these and focus on the appreciations but I want to say what I just noticed. Listen listen I’ll actually keep this short cause this is a small thing but it irks the hell out of me, i’m sure others have noticed it too but I’m kinda dumb when it comes to realizing stuff so bare with me.

But why is it every time someone envisions Persephone as a bad person, or a gold digger they have to see her at a club with hoop earrings on and tight dresses or revealing clothes. Like it’s always something like that, never just her in her regular clothes, because gold diggers don’t just wear stuff like that obviously and you don’t necessarily have to wear tight stuff at a club you could literally wear anything. So why is it whenever people have bad things to say about her they only envision her like that, maybe I’m reaching but it’s really weird how in this feminist story they’re kinda upholding one of the many stereotypes brought upon women by men. Women who wear stuff like that are bad people, they’re leeches, etc.

While whenever she’s envisioned in a positive light she’s completely covered, and dressing very modest I suppose you can say. Like you can tell what type of clothes are the “bad side” and which is the “good side”. I’m not sure why Rachel didn’t use other things to depict that, like you could’ve drawn Persephone in a car with bags of money in it driving away from Hades. Or imagine a scenario where Persephone is going to the bank and draining cash from Hades’ wallet like she did earlier in the new episodes for that damn apartment. I’m sorry but I’m enjoying heavily taking shots at them. But besides the point, what I’m saying is that there was a lot of instances she could’ve used I’m not sure what hoop earrings, tight or semi revealing dresses, have to do with you being a bad person. It’s really telling though how those are considered bad but whenever she’s dressed modestly she’s the superior woman.

Again, maybe I’m reaching but I’ve been noticing that a lot and it’s really weird, especially when Hades walked into a strip club and hired one of the strippers just because she fixed his terrible essay cause he apparently can’t do shit without a woman. But he offered her a job as if she was in need for one, maybe she herself chose this job and it was what she wanted to do, not every stripper is just this down on her luck, needing money sort of person and it’s completely fine if they are I hope that didn’t sound like I was shaming or insulting them, I’m just saying that she could’ve chose that job by herself. I’m not sure why Hades wanted to just up and hire her, and he only did that for her whenever he went anywhere else (like the bank, or pawnshop) he didn’t hire those women who worked there. You see where I’m getting at? Or no? I’m probably reaching though, if enough people say that I am I’ll delete this.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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CHIRON, FASHION & SHAME (in the Natal Chart)

I can talk about fashion astrology all day, but there are some key points that I must address as a stylist.

Shame is one of the things that alters our style.

Whether we want it to or not, shame holds us back from being in alignment with self. It makes us feel unworthy, it makes us feel guilty for being present, and it starts to separate us from our spirit.

It’s unfortunate, that shame is something that usually stems from childhood. Whether it be direct trauma, abuse, body dysmorphia, bullying, etc. Anything can detach us from our spirit, and that unwanted feeling grows the longer that we are detached from it.

Shame then becomes relief, that turns into confidence.

Shame can leave, you can grow from shame, you can heal.

Let’s start.

This person is a Pisces sun, Cancer Moon, Gemini Ascendant.

Their Venus is in Pisces, and Mars in Aquarius.

They have Chiron in Leo, sitting right in their 3H.

The depositor of Chiron is the Sun, which is sitting in the 11H in Pisces, this persons livelihood and confidence may have been largely influenced by the thoughts and inputs of others.

The moon is in its home sign of Cancer, but it's also sitting in the 3H close to Chiron. There may have been attacks on their self esteem and psyche through their parents, focused on their intelligence. This person could have experienced extreme comparison to their siblings or people in close vicinity. These attacks directly effected how they think of themselves, as the moon is trine the sun.

The moon also has a loose trine with Pluto, which may indicate the closer parent having a direct impact on this persons self esteem. I would say that this parent is most likely the mother. With that moon sitting in the 3H, there is a direct tie to the arms and shoulders, and having the moon there, this could indicate a weight fluctuation of those body parts. AKA having excessive fat in the arms/armpit.

Saturn is in the 9H.

This person may have issues attached to their beliefs, and may have conservative thoughts about fashion. Thinking that we should only dress modestly, or think that forward/out of the norm fashion is just “too much” or “attention driven.”

There is more to this, but because of this, this person may be scared to even go out of the norm, may even wear baggier clothes to hide their figure, and be the most comfortable in a hoodie/sweatshirt. They hide what's best about themselves, so that others will not talk down on them.

I could also see this person being more about the top fashion houses, and only speaking on their influence in fashion; leaving out trend starters and minority groups.

They may be a "comfort is more important than looking good and dressing up" kind of person. (And this is NO SHADE to people who are like that) But having the chart ruler sitting high in the 11H, they are really vocal about this and you can't change their mind.

Healing this will take time, and repetition. It will take a driving force to get this through their head, as no one can change their mindset but them. This will take constant replacing of those disruptive, shameful and intrusive thoughts with counter positives. This will need to be done through spoken words and face to face experiences. The positive counters will need to be thought provoking to challenge that 9H Saturn. They can heal through reading about and visually seeing others being confident with themselves. That includes their wardrobe. A closet cleanse/wardrobe revamp could be a key part to their healing...

AND THAT'S IT FOR PART ONE! Please let me know if you like this, want more and what you'd like to see in blog form from me!

Thank you so much for reading!

Please like, share and follow! See you soon!

As always, you can find me @ Autstrology on everything!

#astrology #fashion #fashion astrology #autstrology #chiron #saturn #moon #shame

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Re: Sex scenes, wait, they're really demanding more? Like, the whole point of them in bed in Terror of Trigon is the subtext: Likely Dick's first time, the first time Kory consents. A d very tender in contrast to what Wally goes through later. Marv and George actually put something into just a one-off scene that it's hard to believe they did. And this was the 80s, which like the 70s was pop culture's adolescence. But contrast with so many sex scenes today. Less really is more.

Some of the fans for the series were mad I pointed out relationships are more than just sex and it’s weird to discount the genuine bond they have outside of a bed. Because Dick is for real in love with Kory not just in lust.

But that’s where the comics become relevant anyway because people who became fans based on the comics first have been dealing with years of Starfire being slut shamed. Years of DickKory’s love being reduced to sex and lust while he was waiting for a good respectable woman.

So yeah I see why people saying nothing counts if they aren’t naked in half the episodes is confusing for comic fans. She was getting slutshamed for the outfit in s1 but most of the people doing that shut up during s2. For one she was dressing more modestly but also DK weren’t sleeping together so all of the softness and fondness they had couldn’t be chopped up to him being horny.

I’m perfectly happy with sex scenes but I think it’s weird to call everything they have pointless or crumbs or whatever. Like perhaps they like each other for real?

#anonymous #dickkory #they are partners and best friends #they are sexy yes but they are also really sweet

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fromtheboundlesssea · 1 year

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For the poll

A slight flush burned her cheeks as she watched her cousin rouse from his wine-induced slumber. She was not meant to be there in Aegon’s chambers before even the sun had properly made its presence known above the horizon. It was inappropriate. However, the brewing storm of succession did not stop merely because the sun had gone down and blanketed the throne in darkness.

She could hear her father’s leering voice as a mix of shame and embarrassment heat her body. Dragons do not burn, little bird—pretty bird. It is no wonder one has not called you yet, called to the diluted blood your mother gave you.

She had been only eight then, still longing for the love and protecting a father could offer. She had peeled back the skin at the bed of her nails to show him that her blood was as red as the blood he had given her. The Rogue Prince had merely laughed and said she had plucked her own wings now and would never fly as a true dragon could. Her mother’s daughter—always trying to please those that would never care.

“What has you so introspective, cousin, that your thoughts might wander to him so early?” Aegon’s gravely voice drew her from the dark waters of her mind. He was sitting up, the sheets pooling low at his hips to expose the dark planes of his torso. He was naked beneath those sheets. The girl he had taken to his bed had either slipped from his reach after the wine had dragged him to his slumber or he had simply taken himself in hand and he had been the one to cast off his own clothes.

Aegon raised his hand in offering, as he always did, and Celia stepped forward to set her hand in his. He examined the freshly picked flesh and the pricks of blood before he set his lips against her fingers and let his tongue taste its meager offerings like it was wine.

She did not know why he did this. She did not know why she let him.

He then set her cleaned fingers upon his cheek and looked at her through his thick lashes. “What has brought you to my chambers so early in the morning, sweet cousin? It must be dreadfully important if you came by passage instead of door.” He dropped her hand then and moved off the bed, holding the sheets to his modesty and made his way to a pair of discarded trousers. “Does your mother know you’re here? Does mine? Have they sent you to persuade me from my debauchery? I shall tell you the truth of it as I do my mother. All come willingly into my bed and are paid for what work they missed or what services they provide. Many love to claim they took the crownless heir to his bed. Perhaps they shall make it a shrine one day—a shrine to all the disappointing son born from the unwanted second marriage.”

Aegon was easier to understand than most seemed to believe he was. He could remember the love his father once bore him, remember what it was like to have that need fulfilled. And now he chased the memory in his cups or in the flesh of women willing to provide his cold nights with warmth.

Celia looked away as he dropped the sheet to give a moment to dress. He would no doubt only put on his trousers in hope to inspire her to leave. “I am not one to persuade others from their vices, Aegon.”

“No, you’re not, are you.” He drew close to her then and used his thumb and forefinger to move her chin so that she might meet his gaze. “But you are not the sort of person to come here when any number of maids and servants might find you here. It matters not that you are dressed and I am modestly covered.” He smirked when her gaze dropped briefly to his clothed manhood before once more meeting his gaze. “No, you are too clever for that. So what is it that you want, cousin? Come to take me up on my offer? I fear I was only jesting. I like my cock well enough to not risk the wrath of our mothers or the shadow of yours.”

Celia’s lips formed a thin line. He had made the offer months ago while drunk. She and Aemond had helped drag him to his rooms. He had propositioned her, cupping her breast and setting his lips on the pulse of her neck, licking at the heat of her skin and making it crawl. Celia’s brother had punched him in the jaw and Aegon had laid sprawled out on the floor, laughing.

Celia had not thought he remembered.

She knew he had been jesting. Aegon never made great overtures to the ladies of their house, never showed any interest in wooing them to his bed. He had made a point of it, to be sure. He was the only trueborn Targaryen prince to not have the Targaryen look. He was already a disappointment in that regard. Why should he not disappoint when it came to their family’s sexual preferences?

But perhaps it was because he knew his options were limited in that regard anyway. There were his sisters: one who paid him little mind and was in love with Celia’s brother, and the others who thought very little of him. There were his bastard nieces, but considering Aemond had lost an eye for mere name-calling, Rhaenyra would no doubt call for his cock if he dare try. And then there was Celia.

Celia who was like him in many ways. He had his wine and fucking. She had her chewed skin and bleeding flesh.

“So what is it that you want, cousin?” he asked again. He bent his neck so that their faces might be equal and their lips mere inches apart. “What brings you to the deprived dragon’s lair? You must be truly desperate to come to me. What shall you ask of me? Am I to play your knight as we did when we were innocent to the knowledge of uncaring fathers? Your prince? What is it you have come to ask me to be?”

“My ruin,” she replied plainly. “My ruin and redemption.”

Aegon’s smile fell instantly and his hand dropped to his side. He leaned back and his eyes grew cold—calculating. His jovial mask of indifference slipped away, what remained was a far more dangerous creature. “And what would I gain by being your pawn in this, Celia?” he asked. “My mother and grandfather both wish me to be a puppet made to dance on their strings. Why should I take part in your game when I am content to watch all else burn?”

Celia set her finger to his lips and moved so that she might be closer to him. “Because I offer the one thing you long for most. Freedom. I care not what you would do with your nights as long as it was only my poison you listened to and no others.”

“It is a shame you were not born a boy, Celia,” Aegon said, taking her wrist in his hand and laying his lips against her pulse. “You would have been quite the player if you had been. And if you had been the one who would be queen, I might happily kneel.”

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lineismade · 2 years

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Twin Flames

Wilbur Soot x Reader

Bridgerton AU Ch 1/?

1.8k Words

Y/N Pov

At the break of day; the preparations began. Whether it be the cooks buzzing around in the kitchen or the decorations flying around the ballroom, it was certain that the hall was alive with the celebration of the spring social season.

Obviously, my mother was more worried than I was. It was a worry of hers that I would go another year without finding an appropriate match, but it was my silent hope that I would endure another year of independence. Some would call it the life of a spinster that I enjoyed, but I called it the life of a modern woman. I had just turned twenty-one the following January, so I wasn't exactly a rotting corpse yet.

I have an older brother, so the worry wasn't soiling my family's reputation, but ruining my viability as a young lady in society. My brother, George, is my mother's pride and joy. He married a wonderful lady of English court a couple seasons back, and has been engaged in a happy marriage ever since. He hasn't any children yet, but he appeased my mothers woes for a couple years by matrimony.

My aversions to marriage probably stem from years of watching my friends grow up and change the second they turned a young man's eye. Young girls turned into young women, and as did their priorities. I wanted to make sure that I didn't fall subject to the same woes, but there was the slight longing not to be the black sheep for once in my life.

In such fashion, there was a slight internal pressure to finally make this season my last as a single woman. To my own disdain, the anxiety was weighing on me as I sat in the windowsill of my childhood bedroom, wondering if I was betraying my own virtues by giving into everything I had sworn against.

My mother gave me the privilege of choosing my ball gown for my debut this season, so I decided to go with a more outward option.

A red dress was my scandalous choice for my entrance, but I figured it was fitting to let people know what they were getting into. It was always a dream of mine to put all my cards in one deck and come out with a surprise, but it was obviously a risky move. I had nothing else to lose, so it would be a shame if I didn't follow my own hopes.

Anxieties aside, I carried on preparing for tonight's gala. I powdered my face, tightened the corset, and adjusted my hair to my own liking's. My first debut was a bit more uptight, but now that my prospects seemed bleak, I finally had free will. Funny how that seems to work out.

My hopes for this evening consisted of my own optimism. Lamb to the slaughter, and red rose in my hair, the world was my oyster.

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The carriage ride from my family's city home to the banquet hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop. My mother seemed dissatisfied with my fashion choices, but there wasn't a care in my mind. She knew what to expect with me, and thankfully she learned to just let me be a couple years back. My brother sat across from me alongside his own wife, Cornelia. She was a beautiful girl a year younger than I was, and their love story was a bit more traditional than my prospects seemed.

He was twenty-four when they first married, and she was nineteen. It might seem like she was young, but there was nothing about their marriage that was not genuine. They were set up by my mother, and when they first met the match was obviously a win. There was an immediate change in the climate of the calling room when they met for the first time.

Love at first sight as some would say.

I watched as all of this unfurled before my eyes in awe that love actually exists. I didn't believe in any shred of hope that there was any form of love out there for me, until I saw their love story unfold. It was a glimmer of hope, but it seemed far away nonetheless.

Both Cornelia and George wore modestly matching dress clothes to accompany me to my debut. Compared to them, I was very obviously a strange bird.

A canary.

As we arrived, the color of distaste that painted my mothers face faded away.

"Well, it's time to put on a show. The happy couple, the beautiful daughter, the timeless mother...... we've checked all the boxes! Smiles on your faces ladies and gentleman!" My mother chirped as we left the carriage.

A smile was on my face when I stepped down, and I had more confidence in one step than I had in my entire life. I felt like I was on fire......but it seemed like the focus was on anyone but me.

My shimmer was diminished by the bright and shiny girls who walked in on their brother's arm unbothered by the world.

Fresh meat. Oh dear lord, I really was a lamb to the slaugther.

I stood around for a minute or so until I looked at the state of the affair I was engaged in. For a while it felt like I was a ghost watching my own life go by. No gentleman callers to come and sweep me off my feet, and no opportunity for any kind of socially acceptable escape from this soiree. My fate was bleak as I watched the girls dance in a cycle of never-ending social pleasantries in the process I knew so well.

I carried on, and walked around the ornately decorated ballroom. Regretting my choice in attire was past me, but I was now worried that my attendance was a mistake. The room seemed like it was closing in around me as the hall became more overwhelmed with puffy dresses and men in dress suits.

A drink.... I needed a drink.......I thought as my lungs cried out for air. I stumbled around the room until I found a server willing to give me their final glass of champagne. It was most likely out of pity, but regardless it helped to ease my nerves. I hurriedly pushed my way across the hall to the back garden, to get some fresh air.

Instant relief is only the tip of the iceberg from what I felt. It was like the anxiety I carried on my shoulders melted like the extravagant ice carvings the queen insisted be at every event she threw.

The tears stung my cheeks and I realized the gravity of my situation, but in my lonesomeness it would be a pity if I allowed myself to wallow in my sorrow.

Dry your tears, gain some composure, because everything was going to be okay.

It was just me and the evening sky as the pinks and oranges of the sunset faded away into the darkness of night. The smell of the flowers and the feel of my heels on seemingly solid ground made me feel finally at rest within my worries.

A breath of fresh air.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.....

"It's only fitting that the Belle of the ball is nowhere to be found within the ball," I heard an ominous voice say from behind me. It was very obviously a man, with a slight anxious undertone dripping from every word. Like he knew the weight of every word he said down to a decimal.

"You are aware that if you approach me in the wrong way with no supervision, that both, mainly my reputation, could be soiled. I didn't come here to be mysterious." I seethed, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary to my delicate situation.

"Oh, I didn't realize we were walking on a minefield, but the gentleman in me wishes to assure you that I don't come with ill intentions. I just simply couldn't allow a beautiful lady such as yourself to feel alone in a time like this. I know I wouldn't want to be alone." He said as he inched closer to me, as if he was actually attempting to clear a minefield.

"While I appreciate the courtesy, I'd prefer to be left alone..." I hesitated before I carefully calculated what I would say next. Turning from my view off the balcony, I was awestruck with the realization that the man who had been talking to me seemed to be in his own version of the same predicament.

He stood alone backed up against another edge of the balcony, and as I scanned him up and down it appeared he was feigning his confidence. His hands fiddled and he couldn't seem to find a way to plant his feet on solid ground. I found comfort in the fact that I wasn't alone in my trials, but I tensed at his reaction to my words.

"But, misery loves company, therefore I'm glad I won't be left alone." I started as I watched the corners of his mouth turn upwards in a devilish smile. He had something mysterious about his own image.

"You're right. I imagine this probably isn't a normal interaction one would have at a ball of this stature. People will start to wonder if we're gone for too long...... Oh! Where are my manners, my name is William." He said, walking in an anxious scuffle towards me. He didn't seem like most of the other suitors, most of which carried themselves like they owned the world we walk on.

Once his conquest to me was complete, he awkwardly bowed, which made me cringe internally at the formality. "Oh, I'm not the queen, there's no need to bow to me. It's very nice to make your acquaintance William. I'm Lady Davidson, but the formality makes me want to chuck myself off of this balcony, so just refer to me as Y/N if you feel like it."

He gazed into my eyes with a wonder that he seemingly just discovered, as he returned to his upright position. It seemed like he was attempting to make himself taller as he rose to his full stature, but it turns out he was just tall.

I wasn't exactly the tallest young woman ever, but I prided myself on being above average height for a woman. He squared himself up to me as he searched for what to say next.

"Wilbur. My friends call me Wilbur," He said as the smile on his face grew to an anxious grin, "Would you fancy a dance? I figure the best way to share the misery is to endure it together. Unless you have other obligations to attend to. I completely understand either way."

"Oh, of course, yes... Wilbur. It's quite nice to meet you." I said, following him as he turned on his heels to walk back into the ballroom. I couldn't understand exactly what was bothering him, but I knew that I wasn't opposed to following the mysterious man into the hall.

A beautiful stranger.

A/N

Hey! I hope you all have enjoyed this part! I've poured all of my free time into writing this the past couple days (majority of it after midnight when I get home from work), and hope that you guys get some gratification from my Bridgerton phase.

This first chapter is just an introduction, so it seems kinda slowburn for right now, but I promise the tension will pick up next chapter. Posting it soon!!!!

Have an amazing day lovelies!!

(P.S. Find me on Wattpad too! lineismade )

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cwarscars · 11 months

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🎩 😖 [ hehe ]

☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠.

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

i feel like heid is probably too proud and unforgiving of both himself and those around him to feel any kind of shame (lol). he's the sort of guy who will blame people around him / deflect embarrassment off of himself unto others as a means to lessen any embarrassment he feels. if he was caught naked or something, he'd be like 'nah fuck you-' and walk around brazenly naked just to prove a point. he's almost shameless in that way -

i do think though, heid is massively embarrassed by the presence of rufus as his superior / rufus bossing him around ( because of rufus' age ). heid's very traditional in that sense and sees rufus as young and dumb ( he's not, but that's how heid sees him ). in turn, heid's embarrassed being so beneath him. he's embarrassed kissing up to him and serving him. he feels embarrassment for failing to capture avalanche and sephiroth and do a decent job ( decent enough for rufus' requirements ).

i think that heid responds to his serious embarrassment ( like this ), with absolute depression. he sinks into drinking, he gets angrier and more unhinged. he can't handle being wrong or humiliated and responds by throwing his toys out of the pram ( to anybody beneath him anyway ).

in terms of more, like, humorous embarrassment - he's had his fair share of mishaps - but he, surprisingly, takes them in good faith. accidentally getting leg cramp during sex or being caught as a young adult in some precarious situations - he just looks back and laughs at.

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

ooh - ! well, traditionally - heid would more-than-likely be required to wear military garb or something in that respect ( his medals etc ). however, i have had him wear 'formal' clothes in the past ( and actually commissioned art of such! ) i always like the idea of putting heid in reds and blacks & silk / rich fabrics. he's wealthy and he flaunts if with the clothes he wears ( designer labels and such ). this was the art i had commissioned ! an artist called evil-owl-loki did it ( their stuff is awesome! ) and it's a good example of the sort of attire he wears. c:

#(answered)#(headcanon)#thankee for this fren i lov u v v v vv much many mwahs for you <3 c:

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