#which. of course. trying to tell mary that she’s not allowed to do what she’s already decided she’s doing because dean doesn’t want her to.

[quietwingsinthesky]

if supernatural was any good, they would have had mary and lucifer sleep together in the apocalypse world. this would have solved zero problems with the show, but it would have created a hundred more interesting ones than they already had.

#they could have done this. for me. #it should have gone really well too. for mary and lucifer i mean. #because that would be 1000x worse for everyone else involved. if mary enjoyed herself and bonded with him. #doesn’t even have to be much of a bond but like. just enough that when sam and dean are there. it’s so incredibly uncomfortable. #sam like :) this is the second time my mother has slept with someone complicit in torturing me. i feel normal about this and its not #messing me up so bad im going to scream. this is fine. #dean would freak the fuck out about it though. openly and loudly. it’s *lucifer*. #which. of course. trying to tell mary that she’s not allowed to do what she’s already decided she’s doing because dean doesn’t want her to. #yeah. im sure that’ll go well. #lucifer doesn’t even have to do anything to drive a wedge between them besides sit there look pretty and eat mary out until she screams. #easiest job in the world #and most importantly: it would have been hot. literally just let someone walk in on mary pinning the devil himself to the floor. #why not give me this one thing huh

[writingsofwesteros]

Viserys having always lusted after his sweet innocent little sister, but Damon wold always keep him from talking her for his second wife, so when Aemma dies she comes to comfort him in his chambers (like Ali did) and when she ask if she can do anything to help him in his grief. Vis (cue his big grinch grin) tells his innocent little sister that the only thing he is missing is a son… so he asks if she would bare him one, rather than him having to mary for duty. And his sweet innocent of course wants to help him so he is tirelessly trying to give her a son 😈

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“You have to eat.” You sweetly whispered into your brother’s ear. Your breath moved over his ear and Viserys nearly shivered. Your hands rested on his chest from behind before you placed your head on his shoulder. “I do not have an appetite.” Viserys hummed; leaning back into the chair. He fought against telling you what his true appetite was. 

“You have to.” You softly pouted and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He hummed and happily leaned into your touch. Your fingers gently moved through his locks as you slowly walked around him. His hands gently reached for your hips; softly stroking you for a moment as the thin night dress had him nearly salivating.

“Always looking after me.” Viserys whispered up at you. A soft, sweet smile coming across your face. “Always. Anything you need.” You softly babbled and missed how his eyes began to darken. “Anything?” Viserys hummed; his voice deepening. He gently reached for your hands, which you as ever allowed.

“I think I do need something.” You blinked innocently with a soft hum escaping you. “They want me to remarry.” Viserys gently whispered as he subtly pulled you onto his lap as he pretended to be sad. “Oh, Viserys…” You gently whispered. You reached to gently cup his face as your eyes locked.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. All the while the King was staring at your exposed breasts and wondered if they would be even bigger when he placed a child in you. You looped your arms around his neck for a moment. Viserys burrowed into your neck and you couldn’t help but comfort him.

His hand moving down your hips once more before subtly resting on your arse. “I’ll never love another…I only want to be alone with you.” A soft blush came over your cheeks at his words. “You have me.” You hummed. “You can’t be what I need.” Viserys whispered; his manipulation began; as if it was ever at an end.

“I can, I promise.” You babbled out; leaning away to lock eyes with him. “Anything you need.” You continued. “I couldn’t ask you to do this.” Viserys whispered; his hands stroking your sides once more. You sighed with a soft pout coming over you. His larger hand moved to your arse and began to palm you.

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip at the soft desire pooling in your stomach already. “They want me to have a son. An heir.” Your fingers gently moved through his locks. “You have an heir.” Gods, your innocence was driving him mad in all the best ways. “I know..but there are only two heirs.”

“I can help you…” You finally whispered into his ear before burrowing into his neck. “Oh, I couldn't ask you..” Viserys hummed as his cock hardened even more. “I am offering.” You leaned away; your stubbornness came into play. “I want to help you.” You softly whispered; your pout returning. He was going to kiss that pout away if you continued.

“Thank you.” Viserys gently whispered out; his heart skipping a beat. “I can always count on you.” You nearly shook at his words; your happiness bubbling just under the surface. “Tonight then…” Viserys hummed before leaning in. His soft lips brushed against your own and he watched your eyes widen.

~

“Good girl. So good.” Viserys whispered praises into your ear as the darkness of the room cloaked you both. His cock already buried inside you so deeply as you whimpered up at him. Your eyes were still so wide as you hiccupped in pleasure. Viserys hardly knew how he was able to be so slow; taking his time.

“So beautiful.” He purred and his hand slowly moved to cup your soft, ample breast. Goosebumps easily littered your soft skin. He couldn’t stop himself. His hot mouth was soon taking your nipple. His hips slowly began to move as your soaked walls hugged him. “Viserys..” You whimpered out.

“Are you sure this is right?” You moaned and reached to grab at him. His larger hand slowly moved south. “Of course…doesn’t it feel good..feel right?” He whispered into your ear; moving deeper as he leaned close. You couldn’t help but nod as your arms slowly looped around his neck. You couldn’t deny how good it felt. “Will it work the first time?” You were able to cutely babble out. Visersy chuckled into your ear and had you blushing some more as he quickened his thrusts. You grabbed at him; your nails softly moving over his skin as your body thrashed so prettily beneath him.

Your stomach was tightening in pleasure as you babbled his name. He leaned close and passionately captured her soft lips. Gods, it was everything he had dreamt of. Even when he had been with Aemma. Not that he’d ever admit such a thing. “Viserys…” You whimpered out before he answered you.

“Sometimes..we shall try again.” He purred into your ear; releasing deep inside you.

~

And again. And again. He took you all over his chambers during the night as you babbled and completely lost yourself in the pleasure. He whispered his praises in your ear throughout the evening. It was only when you had passed out that Viserys finally stopped; his cock still stuffed inside you.

His fingers gently moved through your locks as he whispered sweet nothings. A smirk easily came over his face. His hand moving down to your stomach now as his head rested back onto the pillows. All was well, Viserys thought to himself as your mouth watering scent moved over him.

He knew it wouldn’t be long until you were with child; especially as he would have you in his bed for days. They would have to marry you to him and he would gladly accept. You would be none the wiser. 

And he would have everything he’d ever wanted. Those thoughts alone were enough for the King to fall into a sweet sleep full of dreams that were becoming a reality.

#viserys targaryen x reader #request

[shy-forceghost]

A round of applause to Kristina Tonteri-Young's acting in here because I'll never get tired of watching the details of this scene

I'm certain I've seen something about this somewhere else but I can't find the post so here you have:

I want you all to appreciate the plethora of emotions on Beatrice's body language (specially her eyes) in the "We've lost Mary" scene. She starts trembling when she understands the message, the pain of the news unsettling her so much that she physically reacts to it. Then she realizes she has to tell Ava, and re-adopts her strong façade because she has to be strong for Ava, to support her.

But as soon as she sees Ava's expression (which we as a public can't see) she understands that she's safe with her. That she is allowed to break down in front of her. Ava reacts quickly, it's her who grabs Beatrice into the hug trying comfort her; trying to make her understand "it's ok, you can allow yourself to feel. I'm here".

Imagine how it might've been for Ava to see Bea trying to suppress her emotions even then, she can see her pain and the only thing she wants to do is try to tell her that she is not alone in that; so she goes to the same way Beatrice has comforted her before.

Of course Ava is hurting, too, but in that specific moment she knows exactly what Beatrice needs, which shows just how much their in tune with each other now.

Being hugged by Ava, Beatrice lets go the pain, you can see how much it breaks her.

In addition to that, once she is comforted by Ava, the realization that Mary is actually gone sets in. The sister she's been asking about for months, hoping that she might be safe somewhere, has been dead all that time. You see the shift in her eyes from pain to fear in a brief moment, the moment Beatrice realizes that another one of her sisters (her other role model after losing Shannon) is dead and she is alone now. That's when she realizes she can lost Ava, too. That's the moment that makes her think "You are the only one I have left, and I don't think I could manage to lose you, too".

#remember that at this point Bea doesn't know where Lilith is #she hasn't reported in days and probably neither MS nor Camila inform them of anything regarding Lilith so "they don't get distracted #warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #this was in my drafts when I thought I had queued it ;-; #and I think I didn't quite reach the point I wanted but what I wanted to emphasize was #that Beatrice knows she can break down in front of Ava :c

[faghubby]

Virgin Cuckold

It was 1992 I met Mary I was 19. And still a virgin. Mary 17 was still in high school. After a few dates. Mary asked how many woman I had been with. I lied and told her some crazy inflated number to sound like a stud. I guess I went too high because it worried Mary. Since she had told me she had been with four guys. It didn't scare her enough to break uo with me just wait to have sex. I missed the signs when she was ready to have sex a few weeks later. I must of missed a bunch because she finally confronted me.

"Paul, you haven't been with anyone have you?" She asked I really liked her. And I confessed that I had lied.

"I can't believe you lied to me" she said crying she left. It was a few days when I heard from her again. She just appeared at my door. I was so happy to see her.

"You can never lie to me" Mary told me. "But before we get back together I have to tell you. I met up with my ex the night I left. I was frustrated and mad at you." She told me.

"You slept with him?" I asked almost crying.

"No I fucked him, he was always good at making me cum" she told me. "Now why don't we restart this relationship. If you can be honest with me I will be honest with you" Mary told me.

"Yes, I would love that" I told her.

"Good, now have you ever even scene a woman naked?" She asked. I confessed I had not really ever scene a woman naked. She took off her shirt and stood before me in her simple white bra.

"Now we are going to go slow. Because you are so behind. I showed my breast to Bobby. In 7th grade. She then unhooked her bra. And for the first time I saw a real full on set of tits. They where big but not huge. I later learned a D cup. She let me touch them kiss them she told me how she liked them caressed not squeezed and her nipples nibbled a little but not bit. She allowed me to "play with then while we made out. But no further.

Later as she got dressed.

"You got me so horny now, I am going to meet up with Allen (the ex) and have him satisfy me" she stated.

"What? You aren't serious?" I said getting loud.

"Of course I am, you have no idea how to satisfy me. And I want to cum not have a teaching lesson. Today you learned breasts" she told me. She squeezed my erection thru my jeans. "Besides you seem to like it" she kissed me and turned around. I grabbed her arm. She spun around the look on her face scared me she was mad.

"Don't you ever grab me like that again" she said getting right in my face. "I will deal with this later" and she left.

I called her later that night to apologize. We talked she openly talked about how Allen had pleased her. And about how well I had done exploring her breasts. I also got scolded when I referred to them as tits. And told to never call them that again.

We meet up again two days later. Where she allowed me to see her in just her panties. We made out and rubbed against each tpother she made me keep my pants on. And hands above her panties. We dated as a normal couple. Hanging out, movie, dinner. But when alone she taught me about sex and a woman's body. Slowly painfully so. Next time I was allowed to take off my pants. And show her my dick. Which she played with alittle but didn't let me cum. Instead she spoke about how I was kinda on the small side. Although she did this in a almost compassionate way. Next she let me see her completely naked. But it was like a science class. She spread her legs and explained the different parts and where to kiss, and lick. Rub even nibble. Told me how she even liked when her asshole was kissed. Slowly she let me taste, and try different things. She was still fucking Allen almost every night. But I was the one getting her time and affection. Allen was an asshole. In her words.

It had been two weeks since this all started when she allowed me to make her cum with my tounge. I was beaming with pride. And recieved heavy praise.

"Do you think now you could?" I asked looking down at my throbbing dick.

"Well we need to take care of some things first and I wasn't sure exactly how to do that till recently." Mary told me. "You see you have never been punished for lying, and I know you been cheating on me. Rushing home to jerk off after we make out" Mary continued

"Have you ever been spanked by your father?" She asked. A bit confused

"Yeah, I got the belt quite a few times growing up" I told her.

"Good, give me your belt" Mary said

"You are going to spank me?" I asked

"Yes I am" she said calmly. Taking my belt. I was naked still.

"Lean over the desk" Mary told me

"Mary, I don't think" I pleaded

"Lean over the desk now" she ran the belt along the side of my dick. I did as she said.

"As soon as I did she bought the belt down hard. I jumped and ran to the corner.

"Get back here. Or get out" Mary stated she was dead serious. I dropped my head and leaned back over the desk.

"That really hurt" I wimpered as I did the belt again stung across my ass.

"You will never lie to me again" she stated and another blow. "You will ask before you play with your little penis" followed by another blow.

"No more whining about Allen or anyone else I choose to fuck" followed by another blow. "I don't want you looking or even thinking about another woman" again another blow. My ass was on fire. She dropped the belt.

"Come here" she said softly. "I am sorry but i have to teach you there are consequences to lieing" she cooed as I sat next to her she reached down and jerked me off with two fingers. This time she let me cum. As she held me.

Mary continued to "teach me" how to please her. How to behave around her. How to treat her. After a few weeks I stopped pestering her about sex. Instead spent time pleasing her. And very happy when she decided to please me. With her hand. But most often allowed me to masterbate in front of her. She didn't mention Allen but I knew she was still fucking him.

My parents loved Mary they swore I was better with her. I never swore any more. And would never talk back or start an argument with anyone. Actually everyone loved Mary. My friends where jealous. She was really hot and just so nice. My family thought of her as a daughter.

I never refused her anything. I didn't have alot of money but she didn't care she was happy to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie on Saturday night.

I took her to her prom where she went off and spent half the night getting fucked by two boys she went to school with. As I just sat in the corner not knowing anyone listening to the music. I had rented a limo. And as we left she asked me.

"Would you make me cum with your tounge?" I pulled up her dress she wore no panties and I saw cum leaking from her.

"Mary I cant" I said looking in her eyes.

"Yes you can, try" she said lovingly. I went back down and kissed all around avoiding where she wanted me. She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her messing pussy. Cum smeared across my face.

"Do it now or I will spank you with the limo driver watching" she told me. I knew I wouldn't win and surrendered liking this guy's cum.

"See I knew you could do it" Mary told me as she massaged my head as I consumed her pussy. Not stopping until she came twice.

"That was wonderful, I hope you do that everyday" she told me kissing me she tasted both hers and the two men's fluids.

After that she stopped even leading me on about having sex with me ever. For the next two years I spent several nights a week licking her used pussy. She asked me to marry her, well more like told me I was going to marry her. On our wedding night she took my ass with a strapon. Now as we are about to celebrate our 5 year anniversary. She wants me to learn to get men's cum from the source. We are also expecting our first child. Mary laughs that I will be the first virgin father.

[absoluteabsolem]

okay guys i'm having a brainrot on my way to work about goncharov bc of all your sexy meta posts but i haven't seen a single one talking about the flowers in this film so indulge me

so i'm a florist right ? my n°1 passion when i watch a movie or a show is to trashtalk the flowers bc 99,9% of the time they look like shit. like. i made better arrangements during my first year of training. it makes me sad. yes goncharov is a brilliant film in itself but it gets a whole star just for the fucking flowers (i can't find the florist in the end credits if anyone knows pls tell me ??)

like we're talking thierry boutemy in marie-antoinette (2006) levels of artistry. all the arrangements are so BEAUTIFUL and i'm gonna talk about them. it will ofc mostly be about katya lmao bc men yet have to express themselves through delicate floral jewellery (i wish they did though. i am waiting). katya doesn't have that many lines for a main character but her presence and the colours speak for themselves. sorry i'm on mobile i don't have any pictures

alright so of course you have the wedding. everything is so fucking opulent it's a cascade of wealth you have almost no foliage at all except eucalyptus and that shit is expensive. there are more peonies than you could ever count and the roses are soooo beautiful (i think most of them are juliet peach roses but i can't be 100% sure) like. i could smell it from my couch it was as if i was there aaaa the fucking wax flowers and scabiosas i love scabiosas so much !! and the perfect balance between flowers of different sizes !!! it was wonderful i mean you've seen them

but what i love about these arrangements is that they're all in white and yellow. it's an unusual combo for a wedding even if white is a classic wedding colour in western cultures and yellow isn't so weird at the heart of summer. yellow is however also the colour of jealousy and betrayal and idk if you ever noticed but andrey's boutonniere is the ONLY ONE that is just yellow. you don't have the white carnation (associated with love. screaming) on it like everybody else. also note that katya's bouquet is only white which is all about purity elegance etc. i do think however that the colours of andrey and katya's flowers on that day are more about the way goncharov feels about them at that point in the story, rather than their own feelings.

we also see katya wear several decorated combs in her hair throughout the film (idk enough about hair stylism to comment of the haircuts themselves so i'll stick to the flowers). the first we see are pretty simple and not rly noticeable, white and pastel pink, typical discreet but feminine stuff. p much like the rest of her wardrobe up until the boat scene where things get interesting.

this is where katya meets sofia who is wearing that rly fucking gorgeous burgundy (ambition, power and wealth) dress and look i know monica bellucci can wear anything and be beautiful but fucking hell. i mean i'm gay but i briefly questioned myself for a second there. anyway. the boat shenanigans happen and once katya goes back home and pretends she didn't almost get fucking killed, the flowers in her hair are burgundy. i mean i know we have the fruit market a bit later but the comb is what sold me on that ship. i see you katya

when she almost shoots goncharov (if we were rly in love you wouldn't have missed AAAAAAA i'm normal) she has a super pretty mix of blue hydrangea/eucalyptus in her hair. blue is the colour of control and tranquility and i thought it was very sexy of her. she still has them when sofia leaves her and i love how you can see the tears about to fall down her cheeks but she doesn't allow it. things got out of hand but she's not willing to lose control of herself in front of sofia and i think ultimately it's what fucked things up between them but i try not to think about it too hard

what DOES however keep me awake at night is that martin scorsese rly thought it was okay to have red bouquets everywhere made in the exact style of goncharov and katya's wedding in goncharov's home when andrey shows up to kill him. i mean the subtext isn't even subtext at this point it's like saying point break isn't gay but the flowers are the fucking cherry on top. andrey shoots him and he doesn't miss because he loves him and in case you're too dense to understand that here is a decadent display of red and burgundy. it is the colour of love it is the colour of violence and in their case one simply does not go without the other and i am so fucking normal about this

#goncharov 1973 #goncharov #sorry this was long but UGH. i never get to talk about flowers to anybody

[v3nusxsky]

Loved the lesso x dovey x reader fic it was amazing.

Could you possibly do a larissa x marilyn x reader one, (full of smut 😳)

Private party 18+

*Authors note~ I haven’t written for Marilyn but I had to fic but I wanted to give this a try.

Trigger warnings~ mommy Marilyn (switch) and daddy (dom) Larissa shifted dick cum kink breading kink oral praise degrading watching;)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa had been very open from the start of your relationship over your wants and needs in all departments. Very early on it was established that Larissa was extremely dominant and would only submit if she wanted to, which was rare but neither of you minded that. You both were very kinky people but your jobs meant you had to be discreet with it. So you’d come up with signals to use in public that meant different things but nothing to anyone other than you two.

You’d had a particularly stressful week, and Larissa had a plan to help with stress relief, something you’d both spoken about and not had courage to try, she had the perfect person for the job. Luckily for you both she was more than willing to participate in what was set to be a deliciously sinful night.

That was how you found yourself in your shared chambers only to be met with your girlfriend and Marilyn conversing in Larissa’s office with a glass of wine. Your only instruction was to sit pretty and wait like a good girl. So here you sat on your knees, head tilted towards the bedspread as you waited, excitement swarming in your stomach alongside some nerves and of course arousal.

“Shall we” you heard your girlfriend’s voice ring out and they entered the room. “Darling” she purred causing you to rise your head, “we have a guest today and I want you to behave like a good girl okay? Treat her with the same respect daddy gets okay?” You nodded before murmuring, “daddy? What do I call her?” With a quick glance to Marilyn you were answered by the redhead, “mommy or Mari will do sweetheart” you nodded in your understanding, “yes mommy.”

“Rissa dear? She’s yours so why don’t you tell me how you want to play with the pretty girl?” Only to be shut up with a kiss, “you first Marilyn I’m content to watch for now” she murmured before moving to sit next to the headboard, legs stretched out. You shuffled up next to her so that your head rested on the pillows next to her. “Strip sweetheart” her tone slightly firm but no where near the same as Larissa’s dominant voice, slightly strange but not unwelcome.

Fully stripped you allowed both women to see you, “oh Rissa, she really is a beauty” Marilyn mumbled as her gaze fixed on your breasts. “She really is, be a good girl baby okay?” She murmured brushing a hand through your hair before kissing your forehead. Marilyn wasted no time In straddling your hips and kissing you passionately, her hands exploring your body under your girlfriends watchful gaze. You happily responded to the red head. You heard your girlfriends little gasps as she watched the scene unfold, only then did you realise that she had a hand dipped between her thighs teasing herself.

“Mommys gonna sit on your face pretty” Marilyn muttered before situating herself on your face as hand’s gripped the headboard to steady herself. You eagerly licked and lapped at her cunt moaning at her taste. “Such a good girl for us y/n, you’re making your mommy feel so good. Daddy’s so impressed baby” Larissa praised as Marilyn moaned above you. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart right there, oh god” she moaned and it was clear that she had no problem with being vocal. Larissa was silently thanking herself for choosing Marilyn. They were close friends and she knew of Marilyn’s sexuality so it made her a prime choice for partner, maybe it wouldn’t be a one time thing as long as all three were agreeable.

Your jaw was starting to ache with the effort you were putting in, your chin drenched in her slick as you moved up to wrap your lips around her aching bundle of nerves and suck hard, “oh fuck I’m cumming fuck good girl” she whined as her hips bucked down on your face violently, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. You diligently worked your tongue through her folds as you licked up all she gave you.

“So pretty” Larissa whined as she now stroked her shifted anatomy, “good girl sweetheart” Marilyn praised through pants in attempt to catch her breath. You lay there happily darting your tongue around your lips desperately trying to get more of Marilyn’s cum. “Such a cumslut” Larissa murmured before coming to kiss you absolutely senseless. While you were distracted Marilyn found the strap exactly where Larissa told her it would be should she want it.

“Love, I want you to sit on your knees and don’t touch yourself okay?” Larissa murmured and you nodded instantly wanting to be good for her. Only then did Larissa move to pin the red head to the wall as she kissed her, putting on a show for you. You were already painfully turned on by the sight and pleasing Marilyn that all you could do is whine while your thighs shook with need. “Daddy” you whimpered to the women, “mommy oh god, Please!” Only to be ignored by the occupied women. You couldn’t deny that the sight was truly out of this world sexy but you needed something, anything just more.

Eventually they took pity on your pathetic whimpers and whines for their attention and you became the main focus for them both. Larissa helped Marilyn by filling up her strap for her, while Marilyn used her mouth to wet Larissa’s dick, nothing to drastic but enough to make Larissa moan ever so slightly, “oh Mari fuck!” As the red head swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Next thing you new Larissa had you placed on all fours in the toward the end of the bed as Marilyn slotted in underneath you, head resting on the pillows, her fake cock wanting attention you’d gladly give.

“Now darling, daddy will give you what you want, but the moment that beautiful mouth of yours slips off mommys dick, I’ll stop so be a dear and let us use your holes like a good whore” Larissa demanded, before you could even reply, your head was pushed down onto the silicone toy and Larissa entered your leaking hole. Both women moved slowly until they found the perfect rhythm. When they found it you were a goner. You moaned and spluttered around the fake dick as it continued to hit the back of your throat with every thrust and Larissa’s cock hitting that spongy spot in your cunt with every ruthless thrust.

Your walls fluttering around her cock as you slacked your jaw to aid Marilyn. “Oh the little cock slut is gonna cum” Larissa taunted as. Marilyn moaned out, “oh fuck me too!” With a hand at the base of her cock she ordered you to stick your tongue out, only then did she cum all over it. “Darling, mommy may have cum but daddy hasn’t so be good and make mommy cum” she purred hands on your hips aiding her thrusts.

“Daddy. Daddy! Please I’m gonna please oh god” you mewled under her actions, “I know baby cum for daddy. Wanna feel you squeeze me” she panted out as you came and came hard. Marilyn hands now coming to toy with your breasts. Larissa didn’t stop though, she began to get more frenzied as your over sensitive walls fluttered around her dick. “Oh god daddy! Wanna take your cum! Please, daddy use me. Cum for me please!” You all but screamed as you came violently on her cock, Larissa seconds after spurting her cum into you eager cunt, “take it baby, take my cum. You’d look so cute bred with my seed.” She panted out not really realising what she was saying. “Oh fuck daddy more. Want more” you whined feeling another shoot of cum hitting your walls as she brought you both back down from the pleasure.

Slipping out of you carefully, Larissa and Marilyn immediately started to care for you, praising you for how good you were. You did so well and they were so proud. All three of you satisfied as you cuddled, you sandwiched between both their perfect bodies, brain hazy as you basked in the afterglow.

Word count ~ 1434

#anon answered #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems smut #Larissa x reader x Marilyn #Larissa x reader x Marilyn smutt #principal larissa weems x reader #marilyn thornhill #larissa x marilyn #Marilyn Thornhill x reader #anon requested

[alovelyburn]

Hello, I can’t help but feel that the criticism of the rape in berserk and misogyny is completely invalidated by the fact that this is realistically what would happen, it’s meant to show the worst of humanity, trying to censor it would be more misogynistic as you’re not showing what actually happens to women. It’s a bit hypocritical to claim feminism but then argue for a woman to be removed from the story, or to argue that showing women suffering is misogynistic. It’s almost like Miura is the real feminist because he’s actually showing women partaking in this world and going through realistic suffering and challenges instead of just being a Mary Sue like 99% of modern female characters.

I don't personally have any issues with rape or misogyny being used in stories provided it isn't being portrayed as something to admire or approve of, which it isn't in Berserk.

That said, stories aren't supposed to be realistic, they're supposed to be compelling and interesting. This is one of the things that any basic writing course or book will tell you - fiction is a metaphor for reality, not a reiteration of it. If you think about the things that happen in fiction, even fiction that feels realistic, they're still going to be full of things that don't work that way in the real world. For example, generally people don't change their perspective because of a single epiphanic moment in real life - it's more of a process - but it happens in fiction all the time because watching someone think about something while inching along toward doing something about it for literal years in real time is boring.

Anyway, what I'm getting at here is that from a pure storytelling perspective there comes a point where the use of a single narrative device, regardless of how realistic it is, ceases to be effective and starts to feel repetitive. Mileage varies on when that is, yes, but that's basically where I got with Casca specifically - sure it's realistic but it's also overused as a story beat.

My biggest issue with the rape in Berserk, though, is that it's often exploitatively drawn. Though I imagine that has a lot to do with the fact that most of what runs in Young Animal is like... naked girls for horny men.

As for Miura and feminism, look, I'm a Miura stan in almost all areas. I'm barely critical of the series at all - I have a few complaints but overall there's very little I'd change. And I do think Miura put a lot more effort into his female characters than many mangaka have done, and he did speak specifically about not wanting them to be hormone bait and wanting them to be interesting and well-fleshed out.

That said, he also said he had a difficult time writing women because he didn't know any women, and that he wouldn't have any women in the series at all if he could get away with it.

Finally, you're not going to get anywhere with me by suggesting that it's inherently anti-feminist to think a story would be better without a specific female character - which I didn't even say, so I'm not sure why you're complaining to me about it.

Casca isn't "a woman," she's a character. People are allowed to dislike characters.

#ask #anonymous #ariel talks about berserk #what is even going on #lmao

[shallowbreaths]

This is Mary Vincent, she is the biggest badass alive! At 15 she was attacked, brutal raped, hit in the head with a hammer, she had her arms hacked off with a hatchet, and was then thrown off a cliff by the side of the freeway to die. Her survival story is the shit! She says she heard a voice telling her to keep moving or else others would die, so without arms she managed to pack mud into the wounds so she wouldn’t bleed to death, and then she proceeded to scale the cliff with no arms!! She was completely naked, she had severe head trauma, no arms, and they say she had lost 50% of the blood in her body. After scaling the cliff (which she says took her most of a day), she then walked 3 miles before seeing a car with two men that slowed down, but after getting a good look at her they sped off. To which this badass woman said, “I looked terrifying, I don’t hold it against them at all.” Needless to say, she survived. Before allowing herself to even pass out though, she demanded a sketch artist and provided such detail that the monster’s friend saw it on the news and immediately knew it was him and turned him in. Then she testified against the man, and he somehow managed to whisper to her, “if it takes me the rest of my life I’m going to finish what I started.” Oh yeah, btw, it was HIM that released that detail!

Her family could only talk about how it effected them, it was as if they didn’t realize that it was effecting her too. So she was homeless for a while and she obviously had trouble making and maintaining any meaningful relationships. Her attacker got charged with a long list of crimes and got the maximum sentence at the time…. 14 years! He was released for good behavior after 8!!!!

He then tried to sue her after his release, (as one does after brutally raping someone and then cutting their arms off), but the court threw it out. He then moved to Florida where he was an “upstanding member of the community, and great neighbor.” His neighbors said things like, “of course we didn’t like what he’d done, but life goes on.” Yuck! I know this is shocking, but the asshole killed again and a witness saw it. The police arrived at his house and he was covered in blood still. He tried telling some BS story. The woman he killed (a mother of 3) wasn’t highly thought of because she was a sex worker, that’s one reason why they are so often killed, it’s easier to get away with. SOOOO, Florida asked Mary if she’d face the monster again in order to testify to the man’s nature. This badass said, “Hell yes” and flew down. I really hope she whispered to him, “I’m here to finish what I started.” He was convicted again and put on death row. Unfortunately, God got him with cancer before Florida got to finish his story.

This isn’t about him though, he was a disgusting creep that doesn’t deserve a name. This is about Mary fucking Vincent, the biggest badass of all time. Because of this story, there are now laws instituting mandatory life sentences for certain violent crimes. This is about a woman who uses her experience to help teenagers who are sexually assaulted, even though she STILL suffers from such terrible nightmares that she has woken up trying to escape with such violence that she has literally broken bones doing it several times. This is about the woman who went on to have two sons who she says gave a clear and definite reason to keep going. This is about a girl who at 15 says she couldn’t draw a straight line but grew up to be an artist with no arms, who fashions her own custom prosthetics in order to do the things she wants to do.

I’ve never met this woman, but she is one of my heroes! She is magnificent. Fuck that loser who wound up rotting in a cell alone, it could have been a car crash or a tree falling that caused that damage, he is a gross and barely necessary tool that lead to forging something truly amazing. What she has done, overcome, and made from the pieces is so fucking incredible that she should inspire us all. She was NOT disposable, but how easily she could have been. All she had to do was close her eyes at the bottom of that cliff and go to sleep. I’ll bet she could have quit on herself a million times over the years since 1978, but Mary Vincent doesn’t quit. She took the unimaginable and turned it into art. She IS art!

In Mary’s own words, “This is the third phase of my life since that awful day. I went from victim, to survivor, to artist.” Hell yeah you did Mary!

#Mary Vincent #badass extraordinaire

[weatherman667]

Final Thoughts on RWBY - Oscar

Like many things, they honestly had no idea what they were going to do with Oscar. Before anyone tries to defend CRWBY, they have explicitly, and repeatedly said they didn't have a plan, and other things to that effect.

Could they have gone with Rose Garden? Yes, but.

If they hadn't focused so heavily on the importance of teams, literally naming the show after the main team, then it would have worked. They could have done a lot with the premise, which yes it would be awkward, and problematic, but so is a adult reincarnating into a 12 year old. It's rather hard to not make it problematic, unless you have him hitting on MILFs... in which... less problematic? Maybe?

But, the show focuses almost entirely on the important of teams, RWBY, JNPR, CMEN, the stupid Atlas teams that don't need to be mentioned. So, having one couple be the stars of the show wouldn't work.

If they had focused more on Ruby than the team, then it could have worked.

What they could have done instead was simply have him be the wise mentor. The condition would prevent a giant infodump, and would allow any information to be dropped at the appropriate time. Instead they decided to have Ozpin not say anything, and introduce a Mary Sue to do the infodumping.

Now, is Ozpin evil? No. Of course not.

Is he incompetent? Maybe. Ozma was a great warrior, being the leader of free men was not his forté.

Was Ozpin manipulating them?

No. Not at all. He explicitly was trying to let them finish growing up before telling any of them about the fate of the world. Unfortunately, fate wouldn't wait.

But what about Pyrrha. He had to have known she wouldn't have a choice?

Well, yes, probably. What else was he going to do? Let Salem control the Maidens one by one? The Maidens that literally carried the magic he gifted to them? People forget there is an insane witch who wants to destroy the world, and is willing to cause Humanity to go extinct to do it. We can talk about how good Oz was at this job, which, honestly wasn't that good, but neither he nor the world had a choice. The gods were literally forcing him to constantly reincarnate unless is unkillable wife died. Yes, a good fairy tale hero would have figured it out by now, but everything Oz did was trying to protect people. If he was good at it, we wouldn't need plucky young heroes with the power of friendship and laser eyes.

#rwby #oscar pine #ozpin #ozma

[pynkhues]

curious as to your thoughts on the may december discourse (some spoilers i guess) - vili has come out and essentially said that he felt the film contributed to his victimization and hurt him. and the response from a lot of film twitter seems to be to yell ITS NOT A BIOPIC and to say he doesnt understand the film (gross). i feel like i dont really care if its a biopic or not, when the film literally quoted vili/mary kay, recreated the mary kay in prison photo exactly, and both charles melton and julianne moore studied vili/mary kay for their performances. to hand wave that all as "not a biopic" feels like a way of writing off any discomfort. i feel like the film should not have made those specific choices, but having done so they had a duty of care to vili. i dont think the film that ended up getting made is worth the continued trauma to vili even if it is art. there were other ways they could have told the story to minimize the harm and they chose not to - and i dont think that choice is a great commentary on tabloids or whatever, its just a ghoulish thing to do

I did see that, anon, and I do have thoughts on it as it's a real grey area in terms of creative license, art and storytelling, and it's a grey area that's been around really since storytelling existed, but before I get into that I just want to quickly clarify what Vili said, because I do think it's important.

Vili didn't say that the film contributed to his victimisation and hurt him, he said the film offended him because it was a ripoff:

“I’m still alive and well,” says Fualaau, now 40 and still living in the Seattle area, where the scandal unfolded. “If they had reached out to me, we could have worked together on a masterpiece. Instead, they chose to do a ripoff of my original story. “I’m offended by the entire project and the lack of respect given to me — who lived through a real story and is still living it,” he adds.

“I love movies — good movies,” he says. “And I admire ones that capture the essence and complications of real-life events. You know, movies that allow you to see or realize something new every time you watch them. “Those kinds of writers and directors — someone who can do that — would be perfect to work with, because my story is not nearly as simple as this movie [portrays],” Fualaau adds.

The reason I think this distinction is an important one to make is because in interviews since Mary Kay Letourneau passing, it's pretty clear that Vili - while absolutely being a victim-survivor - doesn't see himself that way, and even says pretty specifically in his Doctor Oz interview from 2020 that he doesn't see her as a predator or himself as having been preyed on ('there was no perversion...she was my wife and my best friend' are his exact words), and he's pretty clearly open to the idea of a film being made about his story.

I'm not saying this to diminish his feelings about May December at all (I strongly believe that Vili is entitled to feel any and every which way about the film) or to patronise his own understanding of what he experienced - I can't even begin to imagine the complexity of trying to unpack the life he shared with her - but I think it's important to reflect his feelings accurately and to provide a little context to those feelings.

With that said, do I think the creative team should've reached out to Vili before making the film?

Honestly, I don't know.

I think it's one of those questions in art where there's not really a right answer. If Vili's feelings towards Mary Kay are still lost in the silver linings of her grooming, any film that has his direct approval or involvement is going to run the risk of tacit endorsement. It also hamstrings the creative team and opens them up in terms of liability (I actually was a writers assistant on a TV show a million years ago that was sort of a bio pic and I can tell you for a fact that it was a disaster once the person it was based on got involved), and, of course, it runs the risk of shifting the focus of the story the writer is wanting to tell.

And that's the thing about art, right? By design, art is supposed to reflect us back to ourselves in ways that we might not always be comfortable with. Of course, that usually happens less literally than in how Todd Haynes has used Vili and Mary Kay's stories, but not always. Todd Haynes is certainly no stranger to the technique given Velvet Goldmine is pretty transparently inspired by David Bowie and I'm Not There is often confused as a Bob Dylan bio pic despite the fact that it's actually not.

Hell, everyone loves that Succession points a pretty clear finger to the Murdoch's, and while, of course, the Murdoch's - and Bowie and Dylan for that matter - have social, political and economic power that Vili doesn't which does impact the ethics of the decision, it's still made under the same creative ideology that aspects of a real story can render an artwork, a story, a film more emotionally authentic, can create greater resonance, can offer a sharper reflection of the world we live in and offer, perhaps, a message or a question that lingers.

All of this has actually kind of been funny timing as I just finished reading Sarah Weinman's The Real Lolita the other day which is a really excellent blend of true crime, literary history and critical commentary on this exact topic. The book explores the real life case of Sally Horner who was kidnapped by a pedophile in 1948 when she was 11 years old and was forced to roadtrip with him around America for two years. It's actually mentioned in passing in Nabokov's Lolita, but once you go a little deeper it's pretty clear how much of Horner and her story Nabokov used to create Dolores Haze / Lolita.

In the book, Weinnman asks the question as to why Lolita gets to be remembered when Sally's been left to obscurity, and of course, the answer is that there are other Sally's in the news cycle, but only one Lolita in art, and that hopefully in her writing Sally Horner's story she can write her back into bookshelves and place her back into this artwork but who knows if that's what Sally would've wanted (Sarah does, at least, talk to Sally's lone surviving family member, and makes a measure to show that it's very unlikely Nabokov ever did the same).

Was Nabokov wrong for not seeking out Sally's family for Lolita? Honestly, I doubt it even would've occured to him to do so, and the fact that we do now ask questions like this about the ethics of inspiration is, I think, a good thing. We should be critical of how stories are told and who is, and isn't, involved in the telling of them, but again, I don't actually think there are right or wrong answers here.

Fiction is always inspired by real people, real events, real life, it's a part of creation, it's a part of capturing a moment in time, it's about reflection and authenticity, but of course that's been rendered more complex in recent years by the fact that we live in a world that's ever shrinking and the people or the events that inspire new stories are inevitably brought into the public narrative in a way they just weren't back in 1955 when Lolita was first published.

So what does that mean for creativity and inspiration? I don't know, but personally I guess my thoughts would be that Vili is absolutely in his rights to be offended by the film, but I also don't think the filmmakers were wrong necessarily to not reach out. It's not the most ethical choice, but I also don't think it was an inherently bad one either. This isn't a Blonde situation where they write fiction and present it as fact, the creatives have been clear about it being inspried by what happened between Mary Kay and Vili, but they're also not saying Vili and Mary Kay are Joe and Gracie.

I appreciate you feeling like it's much of a muchness though given how they've apparently lifted entire scenes of dialogue. It's a murky question after all, and it's certainly one that's more complex when it comes to people like Vili and Sally than it is with the Murdoch's or even David Bowie, but yes, I'm not sure I see it as something inherently wrong, and I don't personally think it was ghoulish. I just think the specifics of this particular case just kind of shows how the sausage is made when it comes to storytelling.

#the ethics of inspiration is genuinely a pretty interesting topic #when i used to work at the writers centre there was this huge scandal about remix poetry #namely poets being inspired and riffing off other poetry #and oh man the DISCOURSE #anyway #sorry this is so long and rambling #i do recommend the real lolita btw #i finished it on the plane the other day and everyone in my row wanted to talk to me about it when they saw the cover lmao #may december #film asks #welcome to my ama #full disclaimer i still haven't seen the movie as it's not out in aus until 1 feb #but i am planning on seeing it

[zablife]

How Was Your Day with Tommy

Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Request: Asking them how their day was. Requested by @notyour-valentine.

Warnings: pregnancy, mention of drugging, false imprisonment, Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution.

Hearing the key in the lock, you bolted toward the door. Your advanced stage of pregnancy made you too slow, however, and Mary quickly closed the door behind herself. She stood between you and the exit to the hall as she had done every day before when she came to deliver your meals and fresh clothing. Today she had come with a new dress for you which she held out in her hands.

“Mr. Shelby asked me to give this to you, ma’am. You’re to wear it for dinner this evening,” she said without a flicker of expression disturbing her pale face. She approached your wardrobe to retrieve a hanger and began smoothing the gown with her hands as you pleaded with her.

“Mary, please, I can’t live another day like this. You know this isn’t the way my father ran the house. A husband shouldn’t treat his wife this way,” you said trying to appeal to whatever sense of human decency she may have hidden beneath her cold exterior. 

Mary turned to look over her shoulder at you with disdain. “Your father is no longer the master of this house. I’m loyal to those who pay my wages. Besides, Mr. Shelby gives you everything a woman could possibly want. Can’t imagine what you have to complain about,” she said cruelly.

You backed away in shock. She had been insubordinate to you before, but never quite like this. “You can’t imagine? You help him every day. Keeping me locked in here. How could you do such a thing?” you said beginning to weep.

Mary’s face softened a bit as she placed a hand on your elbow. “You’ve gone and upset yourself, ma’am. It really isn’t good for the baby, you know. If you carry on this way, you know Mr. Shelby will have me call for the doctor and order another tonic.”

You looked up at her in fear and thought of the last time they had sedated you and you shook your head violently. “No, no, that won’t be necessary. Tell my husband I’ll be ready at the usual time,” you said drying your tears on the sleeve of your night dress. 

“Very good, ma’am,” she said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

At dinner time, a tray was brought to your room and set up on the terrace as usual. Tommy often joined you there when his business allowed, checking on your health and that of the baby. Of course, he got regular reports from the doctor, but he liked to see you in person to be certain. 

He arrived on the hour and left at the start of the next, always punctual as though you were an obligation instead of a delight. It pained you to see him treat you this way, but you knew exactly when his change of heart had taken place. Although you’d been unable to stop any of it from happening. It had begun with his fixation on starting a family. Tommy desperately wanted someone to pass his legacy onto. Due to the age gap between you, he had insisted on trying for a baby right away. He became enraged when you explained you weren’t ready to become a mother and took your statement as willful disobedience against your wifely duties. Without further discussion, he had forced you to conceive much sooner than you desired.

While you came to accept the pregnancy and even found a bit of joy in it, you soon learned of the vile behavior Tommy was capable of both in his professional and private lives. As you tried to steal away into the night one cold December evening, he caught you and that’s when your imprisonment began. He claimed he could no longer trust you despite your pleas for reconciliation. 

Today you would try once more if only for your own sanity and the well being of the child you were carrying. When Tommy arrived he crossed the room and kissed you on the cheek obediently. “How was your day, love?” Tommy asked nonchalantly, observing the dress he had chosen for you with obvious approval.

You took a deep breath before answering, “It isn’t pleasant, Tom. You know that.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?” he said with a blank expression.

You twisted your hands in front of your stomach nervously as you explained, “Look at the way you treat us, your wife and child! Am I always to be a prisoner here in my own home?” A tear slid down your cheek as you felt the heartache bloom in your chest. Tommy let out a huff of frustration and clenched his jaw, a sign he would not discuss it with you further. So you walked quietly to the balcony and stood looking out over the front lawn, feeling as lost and alone as ever.

Surprisingly you felt your husband come to stand behind you moments later, gently caressing your hip with his warm palm. He nestled his head onto your shoulder, then turned you to face him as he said, “I know it’s been hard for you, my darling, but I promise to give you a choice.” You looked up at him hopefully waiting to hear his proposition. Perhaps his change of heart seeing the depths of your despair. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek and you inhaled the scent of his aftershave, something you had always loved. Slipping a hand behind the nape of your neck, he forced your head and back against the railing, holding you there at the edge precariously. He leaned in to seal his threat with the aforementioned promise, “After my son is born, you’ll decide how you leave this place.”

#zablife corrupt a wish #sweetheart💙 #Peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky blinder imagine #Tommy shelby fanfic #Tommy shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby x y/n #Tommy Shelby x you #Dark!Tommy

[andreal831]

Do you consider that during the period that Hayley was married, Jackson was a stepfather? I don't know, I don't see him like that, in my vision he always tried to turn Hayley against the Mikaelsons, sometimes I see it like that because I'm not a big fan of Jackson when it comes to them, so He was just a man whom Hayley got married to save her daughter

And what do you think it would be like if Hayley, Hope and Elijah had left when she said she wanted to build a life with them? Do you think Elijah would take on a fatherly role? Did I ask, making sense of my doubts?

To me he was a stepfather but not a father, if that makes sense. Which is funny because people always get mad at him for trying to "take Klaus' place."

I will preface this by saying most of my opinions on this come from the lack of development the writers gave Jackson as well as the fact that the writers didn't want baby Hope, they just wanted teen/adult Hope.

When people get mad at me for how I view Jackson, they usually bring up quotes from the show but struggle to actually point to moments where Jackson is exhibiting those traits. Jackson is a classic mistake in writing of "show don't tell." Instead of showing us that he's a good father to Hope, they tell us and we are supposed to just take the character's word for it. The show essentially left a lot of their relationship up to our imaginations and I just never made headcanons with Jackson so it fell flat. But to me, he cared more about marrying Hayley than being a father to Hope.

Again, part of this is due to the fact that we hardly see anyone in season 3 interact with Hope. I get that it's hard to have a baby on set, but when you launch a whole spinoff around a magical baby, it helps to have a baby. I definitely think Jackson loves Hope, but not necessarily as his own. I feel like he held the Mikaelsons against her a little bit. If he and Hayley would have (could have) had their own kid, they definitely always would have fought over Jackson saying "our kids" versus "your kid." I also think that if Hayley would have been willing to leave Hope with Klaus and start a family with Jackson, I don't think he would have been upset by that. Anything to get away from the Mikaelsons.

I don't blame Jackson for not wanting to associate with the Mikaelsons after Klaus cursed them all. Although, ironically he was the one making side deals with Klaus in season 1 and 2. However, he had no right to give Hayley an ultimatum, especially where Hope is concerned. Of course, if you love someone, you don't want them to be around toxic people. But you don't get to make that decision for anyone else. People have to be allowed to make their own decisions. You can only set boundaries for yourself, and he does. He gives her an ultimatum and when she picks the option he doesn't like, he leaves. This is where I have a hard time with him as a father. It reminds me of Ginny and Georgia (*spoilers*) when Paul finds out the truth about Georgia and he initially leaves but then he can't stay away because he loves the kids so much. It takes him less than 24 hours to decide to help Georgia to protect the kids. (*end of G&G spoilers*) Jackson leaves and doesn't even reach out to Hayley for an entire month while he knows they have enemies in town. Yes, he had every right to do that, but I can't help but hold that against him as a father and husband. Just like I hold Klaus not reaching out to Hayley while he has to stay away with the Hollow against Klaus. We can headcanon that Mary is updating him but again, the show doesn't bother telling us anything.

I personally hate the scene when Jackson walks out. I know he is mad that she went to help the Mikaelsons, but Rebekah was actively kidnapped and drowning at the bottom of the ocean. He then makes her feel guilty because he had to put Hope down and she cried for a long time. A husband/father shouldn't make his wife feel guilty because he had to put the baby down. And, a husband should never make a mother feel guilty that her baby was crying. That detail was unnecessary. Yes, he was mad at her reasoning and mad that he made Thanksgiving dinner and she missed it, but there was other ways to say it. He weaponized Hope against her. It just made him sound like he resented having to play stay-at-home father, but what else was he doing? Neither of them worked.

I also think Jackson had this idealized idea of what his life with 'Andrea' was going to look like and it didn't include a magical child she had with another man. Even when she was living with the bayou, she didn't feel supported by him. She tells Eve that she's on her own with the baby. He does build her a crib but then after she 'looses' the baby, he doesn't even reach out. Compare this to Cami who is in tears, running to Klaus when she heard to see if it was true. Also, compare the reactions to Cami meeting Hope and Jackson meeting her. The writers are also a bit sexist and focused more on building Cami up as a stepmother and didn't focus too much on Jackson as a stepfather.

I don't like to always compare Jackson and Elijah because I don't think it is super helpful to the discussion. We should be able to analyze one without the other. However, since you asked, I do think Elijah plays more a parental figure to Hope. He also has the advantage of being biologically related to Hope. No matter what was going on between him and Hayley, he was always going to be in Hope's life.

Although, I do think that it wouldn't have mattered to Elijah if Hayley had a baby with someone else. I think he still would have taken on a parental role because he loves to be a parent. We know from the past that he was willing to be with Tatia and be a father to her child, so I don't see a difference with Hope.

I don't think Elijah would have ever left town without Klaus to start a life with just Hope and Hayley. The only way he would is if there was no way to protect Hope and Hayley while saving Klaus. Even then, he would go back for Klaus. Elijah was always very careful to not overstep his role with Hope. He knew Klaus' fears and also knew how Klaus tended to behave when he felt insecure. For everyone's sake, Elijah would keep a respectable distance as an uncle. Although, Elijah always just kind of acts as the parental figure of the group, so that wouldn't change too much. I can definitely see him taking on the more strict disciplinarian role while Klaus just spoils Hope.

Thanks for the ask! I hope I answered it all <3

#jackson wasn't trying to take klaus' role #klaus was just paranoid #like always #hope honestly needed more parental figures #seriously who was watching her for most of season 3?? #mary?? #jackson kenner #hayley marshall #hope mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #the mikaelsons #klaus mikaelson #anon ask #fandom asks #tvd anon ask #tvd ask #fandom answers #tvdu metas #metas

[ohmygodshesinsane]

Hey Finn! Hello! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's askboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea 😂 Here you go lovely xx

Guess what I’m not wearing right now.

👀👀👀 I love this, thank you so much for sending it! Here’s my take…. (I hope it’s spicy enough to count!)….

“Lily?” A knock came at the door. Lily cast a quick charm on the bubbling cauldron and pushed her goggles to the top of her head. Her workstation was crammed with teetering books and phials of vibrant liquids and finely crushed porcupine quills.

“Come in!” she called back. The door to the cool underground room opened, and Nita stuck her head through the archway, smirking mischievously. Lily groaned. “Oh, God. What now?”

“Floo call for you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. Lily pulled her goggles over her tied-up hair and dumped it on the table.

“Who is it?” Marlene, Peter, Mary, Sirius, and Remus had already called, and of course she’d seen James this morning, when he’d woken her with breakfast in bed and a steaming cup of tea.

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” Nita said, her smile widening. Lily stretched her arms above her head as she followed the receptionist down the hallway. Two hours remained until she could clock off, and go home to properly celebrate her birthday. Not that her day had been all misery; the new tincture they were developing was proving an exciting challenge, and the hours had been punctuated by well-wishes.

They climbed the stairs to the cosy reception, with its wood-panelled walls and pots of blooming aconite. The fireplace on the nearest wall cast a warm orange glow across the round edges of the desk and the navy Persian rug. Nita’s eyes glittered as she slipped into her seat. Lily’s brows furrowed curiously as she knelt before the crackling coals, searching for a face.

Of course.

“Happy birthday,” her boyfriend beamed.

“James,” she said, trying not to smile. Her lips fought furiously against her better instincts. “You couldn’t wait another two hours?”

“No,” he said. “Unless you’re doing something important?” Her heart rushed with gratitude.

“Nothing as important as you,” she said, lowering her voice, though she knew Nita would never tell. “Is this some warning not to come home, so you can better set up my surprise party?”

“You adamantly said ‘no surprise parties’. I respect that.”

“Then…?”

“Then…? I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” But even when his face was made of shifting embers, she recognised that twist of his mouth. Her stomach fluttered.

“Well, I love you too. Is that all?”

“Well.”

“Well?”

James’s teeth skimmed his lower lip. “Do you want to play a game?” The tone of his voice made her look over her shoulder. Nita hummed as she organised a stack of parchment.

“What kind of game?”

His eyebrows arched. “I want you to guess something.”

“Azerbaijan.”

“No.”

“Thirty-two.”

“Not that either.” Lily couldn’t help but snort, and James laughed too, until he was coughing up coals. “Shit. Ow. No, Evans. Guess what I’m not wearing.”

Her heart jumped in her throat, but she kept her expression cool.

“Shoes,” she replied.

“Technically correct.”

“Got it in one.”

“Good girl.” Lily’s breath cut short, heat flooding her cheeks. “I’ve got something for you, when you get home. A present.”

Despite herself, Lily leaned closer to the flames. “Oh?”

“D’you remember Boxing Day?” Her stomach contracted sharply. How could she forget? Drunk on mulled wine, under the tree, James’s hands in her hair, his tongue on her…

“Yes.” Lily tried to focus. “Which part?”

“I couldn’t distract you from your work.”

Lily bit the inside of her cheek. Work had quickly fled from her mind. “Which part, Potter?”

James’s eyes twinkled. “Is that a guessing game you want to play? It’s something you’ve said you’d like. What do you like, Evans?” A shiver ran down her spine.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’ll show you.” His voice was warm and rich, like gold whiskey. Lily’s fingers hovered over the reddened wood, a string in her heart pulling tight as she longed to touch him.

“Go on, then.”

“Nah.” The fire shifted, and James had obviously moved back, for now his features were less focused. “Tonight. You can’t wait another two hours?”

“I can’t get a hint?” A kind of frustration coiled within her… the sort that would make measuring the reactions of porcupine quills to diluted essence of hellebore much less interesting. James had a way of narrowing her world to only one type of chemistry.

“I gave you a hint.” He shrugged, carelessly cool. “Boxing Day.”

“James -”

“I love you,” he said quickly, cheekily. “I’ll see you soon. Happy birthday.”

“I love you. But -” His face vanished from the fireplace, leaving only burning charcoal. Lily leaned back on her heels, breathing raggedly. Her eyes darted to her watch.

One hour and fifty-two minutes.

Fuck.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #athenasparrow #fanfic #hp #asked

[scarfacemarston]

Halloween with the Van Der Linde’s - Part Deux

This is part 2 of a Halloween post I did a while back. There are some lame memes of mine that reference part 1 but it’s of course not a necessity to read the first part. If you want to read it - here it is. Arthur - a pilot from Top Gun - he always thought it would be cool to fly and he loved the movie growing up. He thought about becoming a pilot himself as he loved freedom. However, he hated the idea of joining the air force and he didn’t want to be a commercial pilot.

Dutch and Molly - Molly *really* wants to do Bonnie and Clyde. Badly. So badly. Dutch thinks the idea is too basic. He thought about doing Elvis briefly. Finally, Dutch decided on King Henry VIII and Molly as a princess. Henry VIII was known for his romantic notions of courtly gentlemanly love and all things grand.......but is more famous for how his wives ended up and his politics. (No, that’s not commentary on Dutch but I suppose you could make an argument for some minor similarities). Molly’s dress is indeed based on the deleted Ball Gown dress.

Hosea- David Bowie 100%. He loved David Bowie for decades and since people have said he resembled David, he thought, why not?

John - Like every year, he didn’t want to dress up. He finally “forced himself” to choose a Yellowstone employee shirt....which then caused the family to goad him into adding pizass to his costume...which was a jacket and some spurs.

Abigail -Lara Croft, She watched the kids in one of her foster homes played Tomb Raider and she loved it. She always wanted to be like Lara. The only thing she changed was the shorts into longer pants.

”’My legs get cold, Gosh dang it!”

Sadie - She saw Pearson and Charles dress up like pirates last year and knew she could do a better job. You bet she’d be the most bad ass pirate queen you’ve ever seen....her epilogue outfit even looks like a pirate’s outfit. 

Charles - A Jedi and he’s comfortable as hell. He was a comfy pirate last year and intends to be comfty again. He almost convinces Arthur to join him, especially since “Jedi fly ships”. Star Wars gave Charles a lot of comfort growing up and he stills enjoys it through the ups an downs. Then Uncle appears....

Uncle -  is a Jedi, too doing bad Obi-Wan Kenobi impressions.......just to follow Charles around and annoy him.

 Sean, Lenny and Javier - the three Spider-Men so they can do the Spider-Men pointing meme....just with three Spider-men! Lenny’s back up was Marty McFly, Sean’s back up was Elton John and Javier’s back up was Legolas. Yes, I FIRMLY believe Javier is a “nerd” in the best of ways. 

Jack - wanted to be involved, but remembered he was spiderman last year and the year before that so now he’s decided he’s Batman. He was not allowed to watch the Robert Pattinson film, but he’s watched the Kevin Conroy original Batman the Animated Series and loved it.

Kieran - One of the classic Riddler styles, baby! He loves that Jack is Batman - the same version he grew up with. He tells lame riddles all night which annoys some of the gang members, but Jack has a ton of fun trying to figure them out.

Josiah Trelawny - lost a bet and did not get to pick his outfit. He was horrified until…….it was the ladies who picked it out. They picked out Dr. Stephen Strange.

Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth - Charlie’s Angels. Mary-Beth wanted it last year and they didn’t do it so she INISTED this year. Note: I l literally do NOT know ANYTHING about Charlie’s Angels except that Farrah Fawcett was extremely famous because of it. If you know how to match characters to their personalities, go ahead!

Susan Grimshaw - Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. It’s a fun costume with so many different interpretations so she gets to pick what pieces she wants.

Micah - the Joker Heath Ledger version because he likes doing the impressions. He is monitored around Jack. (Oops, didn’t know I had 3 batman characters on here. Sorry, but I think it works!)

Mr. Pearson - Bob’s Burger and people actually like it! 

Reverend Swanson - Gandalf. He has a rivalry with the “Star Wars nerds”, but it’s all in good fun.

Leopold Strauss - doesn’t dress up. He thinks it’s a waste of time. Some of the less festive gang members agree with him. However, he does hand out items like pencils which....is useful at least?

Bill - Freddy Kruger - but does not wear the mask around Jack and his sister. He wants to be able to choose when he’s scary and when he’s not...besides, the Marstons and co would kick his ass. (Jack would probably think it’s cool, though.) (Doing a collage image because watch someone report me for posting a horror costume lol I know people who have been reported for less.)

Rufus -  Jack and Abigail decide Rufus will use his good boyness for good and make up for John’s lack of celebration.

Amelia Marston - My name for Abigail and John’s daughter. Abigail and John want to raise a strong little lady so who better than a feminist icon like Rosie the Riveter? (To those who don’t know, Rosie the Riveter was a World War II propaganda figure who encouraged all women to work outside of the home for the war effort - usually in factories.

#rdr 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #molly o'shea #John Marson #jack marston #abigail roberts #abigail marston #marston baby #kieran duffy #charles smith #uncle #reverend swanson #tilly jackson #hosea matthews #lenny summers #sean macguire #karen jones #susan grimshaw #mary-beth gaskill #micah bell #bill williamson #leopold strauss #Josiah Trelawny #orville swanson #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 2 #sadie adler #javier escuella

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

I'll be honest I dont know anything about Maricraft I wasnt into mc content before Dream/ds.mp 😭 However I would still love to hear you rant about how its considered an ancient realm compared to d.smp and other servers and more about Lasercorn being connected to the Blood God. He was my favorite from the OG Smo.sh Games squad :3

You're letting me talk. This is the equivalent of letting a vampire into your house I hope you realize this.

ok so quick background, I wasn't into streamer content either before DSMP, but after getting some fun updates about Smosh coming back, @quaking--aspens pspspspsed me into watching his little guys do minecraft from way back when, saying "oh you know there's a couple of really interesting parallels between Lasercorn and cDream" which of course immediately peaked my interest because I am the most normal person alive.

He was absolutely correct but this was also a trick to get me invested and it worked 100 percent. I am a fool in fools shoes.

Lasercorn does Crimes (murdering an entire village) because Mari tells him its a good idea!

And then gets called a tyrant immediately afterwards by her.

He becomes the Ultimate Enemy who they (there's a bunch of people) team up with sometimes. Then in a Grand Finale after many battles and conflicts Mari decides shes going to blow everything up with TNT. Also Lasercorn gets betrayed again a couple of times despite him trying to be more genuine and straightforward, because sometimes you give someone an inch and they take the mile.

(Someone kills Lasercorn's horse. He's very pissed about it.)

The roleplaying isn't nearly as cinematic and dramatized as it ends up being in the dsmp but I wasn't really expecting it to be. These are just dumbasses having fun in 2014 minecraft, most of them don't even know how to play the game. Lasercorn is the only person doing any research and its inevitably why he wins most of the time.

And now here's where the insanities comes in.

When Lasercorn murders a whole village, consider that this act peaks the Blood God's interest. Lasercorn is the very first person to form a covenant with him, an avatar of violence and destruction. In Maricraft, people would tweet him prompts and suggestions to do in game, which is the equivalent of 'Chat' for him. He would also watch the Maricraft videos after they were posted, allowing himself to get info on what the other players were doing (visions and info that the Blood God gave him.) He holds grudges and he's the most wrathful person in the world.

Now, in the sort of "middle" of their minecraft timeline, they experimented with a lot of mods, having wands and amulets that could do all sorts of things. They could also, coincidentally, revive the dead. Real Cool And Awesome. Consider the concept that servers had all these magical items and backups to prevent players from perma-death, safeguards in the early days that they just don't have anymore with the life system. Maricraft was 10 years ago to the DSMP, and by the time Schlatt gives Dream the revival book, most of these ancient artifacts are used up and useless. The revival book surviving this age is a small miracle.

There's more things regarding Hermitcraft (which started in 2012, which is before Maricraft began) and EvoSMP (where the Watchers lore came from, 2017) and other servers and MCC. But when I started typing this I got distracted by something and walked away from the computer and I'm just now sitting back down and realizing I don't have the focus for more typing. The focus is gone. I'm posting this now and worrying about the other stuff later.

#suds asks #scooting back the fanfic I have planned to make a written version of Maricraft into the pile of WIPs #sort of like. a dramatized 'its an actual story not youtubers playing around' sort of deal. because when i fixate i fixate hard

[alexdelray1]

Miguel O'hara x F Reader.

-It wasn't a question.- and with that sentence chaos began.

All Spider people, things, animals and everything started chasing poor innocent Miles Morales. But first, something about me.

I'm Reader Khalifa and I'm Spider-Woman on Earth 5002. In my universe, I'm a celebrity. And some people will think how do I have time to be Spider-Woman and a celebrity at the same time? In my land, heroes do not hide their faces. This shows their dominance and that they are not afraid to show the face of a hero. In other lands it is different. Well, because they are handicapped (no offense to any readers). Just think how much I was paid to save all of New York. Billions. I'm not sure exactly, but it just shows how stupid the other Spider people are. It's not that I'm doing it for the money, but they are pushing these billions into my hands. The heroine cannot be poor, but let's go back.

I quickly moved to one of the pillars to get a better view of the whole situation, which was difficult because Miles kept having to run this way or that. I feel sorry for the boy. It reminds me of Shrek when Shrek had to fight some knights to shout at Lord Fart. They don't hold back. They seriously do what Miguel tells them to do. Although if I weren't so awesome, I'd suck his dick too. Well, unfortunately awesomeness is not a venereal disease, so he won't have it.

Damn, I lost Miles because of my awesome monologue. I swung towards the noise and as you can see the fight started to move outside and I noticed that Spinneret was about to attack Miles. And I liked her so much. Sorry Mary Jane.

I quickly appeared in the middle of the action and kicked her not as hard as I could. Because my awesomeness could kill her. Of course, I'm almost as powerful as Cosmic Spider-Man. I'm second in the rankings between Cosmic Spider-Man and Peni Parker. I found out about it on the earth 1218.

Spinneret has fallen and won't get up for some time. Miles looked at me. I gave him my alpha dominant rizz smile and he returned it with a virginal smile. It may be possible to rizzle some girl with that smile one day. When I say girl, I mean Gwen Stacy.

To be honest, his plan was more than predictable. I quickly disconnected from him and flew to the room where the sending home machine was. I noticed Margo there wondering what she would look like with what hairstyle.

-Oh, how are you, Margo? - I asked her.

-All right. I just can't choose what hairstyle would suit me. - she replied, staring at the screen. I went to the machine and started tinkering.

-Maybe try braids.- I suggested to her and noticed that the equipment had already started turning on by itself. Miles... I walked up to her and tried to engage her in conversation.

-Not very. And they hurt terribly. Maybe i'll straighten them? - she said.

-Girl, you have amazing hair and you want to straighten it? It's the same as just shaving it off. Try something else-- I couldn't finish.

-Wait. Why does the machine turn on by itself? - she asked and approached the machine.

-Idk.- I replied.

-Someone's turning it on.- Lyla said and she and Margo started trying to turn the machine off, but it didn't work.

Miles entered the machine and soon became visible. Margo looked at him and he looked at her and then at me. It's nice to be the third wheel on a bike.

Our drama Queen stormed into the room (Miguel O'hara). He was about to break through and get to the aura that was around Miles.

Fuck that. I've probably done everything in my life except riding Perdo Pascal.

I threw myself in front of the barrier and caused Miguel to hit my stomach with his claws and stop, which allowed the machine to transport Miles to his dimension.

-Oh no.- the only thing I heard from Miguel for now was when I fell to the floor and there was no trace of the boy. I looked past Miguel. Everyone else is here too and I think they're a little confused about what's going on. Miguel knelt down next to me and took my hair out of my face.

-Why?- he asked me, shocked.

-You know my reason. With great fucking power comes great fucking responsibility. He fucking took it. You will chase him, but you know well that no matter how many chains you put on him, he will free himself from all of them. Because he's fucking amazing like me. - I said and closed my eyes from tiredness.

-Olivia Octavius! Take her and go heal her now!-

#spider verse #x reader #across the spiderverse #fem reader #spiderman #spider woman #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse