tonight i learned that goth cecropia moths (theyre actually Eupakardia calleta but i like to call them goth cecropias) exist and im absolutely in love. apparently this species of moth is extremely sexually dimorphic. with the females looking almost identical to a cecropia moth, while the males take on this glorious black coloration.
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This post is not for minors or cis men.
There's so many fantasy shows and movies based in the middle ages that now I'm thinking of masc knights with fem ladies and maidens and other non traditional knights.
In compromising positions and situations.
Where they come back from battle with spoils for the king, feel the eyes on the back of their head as they take off their helmet. Knights who sense their kings reluctance to swear them or maybe the lack of it. Knights who walk with confidence and hide their grins in cups of mirth and handfuls of food. Glances they quietly share with women they shouldn't and others they have.
Thinking of them together in the wine cellars with shelves of red filled bottles and barrels that knock together at a certain rhythm. Sneaking or quietly meeting up in places for pleasure and rented rooms no one will enter.
Thinking of knights who people bow too seeing their valour or hearing of their accomplishments in battle. But without their helmet people know they are not a man and grimace. If people now do not understand how could many back then understand. But the knight finds solace in a woman or even another knight. Someone who rubs some natural salves on the wounds of their armor.
Thinking of masc/butch knights who sneak into the chambers of the wives, eldest princesses who married for duty, of men in power. Knights that wait for a signal to climb through a window, slip in through a hidden door, or are boldly summoned in front of others. Symbols of strength who turn into jelly and do anything for these women. Between their thighs, at their feet, or bent over for them whispering my lady into pillows. Giving chance for powerful powerless women to feel in control in ways they don't get outside of their bed chambers.
Their rough hands that they do take care of when not trading hunts or coin. Hands they make soft again helping bakers, smiths, and farmers. Hands that do as much damage as they do good.
Knights that ooze fuck tradition from their career to their bed sheets. I want to see that.
But I am not a great realism artist nor have I ever drawn those types of images. I do write but I know its not the same thing and i am far too detailed to write the stories without research. Research that would take up the time I get to just write.
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“ [ . . . ] there is no MONSTER like me . ”
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"Life always manages to remind me that I don't deserve a place in this world and that-- leaves a hole that no ovation can ever fill."
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