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avelera · 2 months

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Let's Play: What's Wrong with this Sculpture?

Following in the theme of sharing astonishing moments of ancient sculpture pedantry here on Tumblr, based on my brief undergraduate stint as a T.A of ancient art history, I thought I'd share one of my other proudest moments of being an absolutely insufferable know-it-all about ancient sculptures.

In the process, I hope I can also share some of the sort of largely useless (from a practical perspective) information that Tumblr tends to glory in, so buckle up buttercups.

This question was posed to me on a walking tour of the Capitoline Museum in my ancient art history class while I was living abroad. Our professor, a delightfully curmudgeonly Belgian, stopped in front and asked us to figure out why this sculpture is just plain wrong.

I intend to walk you through the process of how I got the right answer and, after gaining my teacher's rare approval, glowed with enough serotonin to power a small nuclear reactor.

So, let's return to the original question: what is wrong with this sculpture?

Because if you are truly eagle-eyed you should be able to spot what very famous sculpture this actually is, before an overly imaginative Frenchman brought it back wrong.

Hint #1: It was incorrectly restored.

Look closely at the the difference of the patina, or color of the stone. It's a bit hard to tell in this photo, but the head was added later. It's a paler white than the core of the torso, which is what we have of the original sculpture.

Hint #2: It was incorrectly restored in the 18th century by a Frenchman (Pierre-Étienne Monnot) who made some, shall we say, creative interpretations of what's going on here.

You can tell it's by an 18th c. Frenchman because the facial features are so delicate. Ancient statues tend to have less narrow and delicate chins and noses. In general, that is a dead giveaway when something is 18th century French vs. Ancient Greek or Roman.

Here's a good example. The first sculpture is 18th c. French, the second is the famous Venus de Milo. Note her blockier chin and less delicate features. So in the future, you can tell these sort of later additions to Greek or Roman sculptures if they added a new head because 17-19th century sculptors in Europe had tools (like finer drill tips) and tastes (beauty standards that favored more delicate men and women) that led to a pronounced difference in the faces.

Hint #3: Check out the anatomy of his lower shoulder. That's another addition, that arm should not be coming straight out of a torso where the muscle, if you look closely, is turned inward.

Seriously, that looks painful.

Hint #4: The sword he's holding up is just total nonsense for the Roman era. I mean, the restoration makes no secret of the fact that this sword is a later addition, but it's also just an absolute nonsense sword with its silly little curved cross guard. This Frenchman literally just made it up.

Here's an ancient sculpture with a sword in it that actually looks right:

From the Ludovisi Gaul, a famous Hellenistic Baroque work of Greek sculpture. Note the much blockier sword though I will admit, it could be a later addition, I don't know for 100% certain, but I'm pretty sure it's the original. Regardless, it fits the sculpture much better and let me add that sword I'm criticizing is completely made up for the sculpture we're talking about and is not there in the original sculpture that was incorrectly restored.

Ok, so those are all the hints.

Look closely at the body of the first sculpture. Cut away the arms that are not connected to the body correctly, the sword that shouldn't be there, the face that was far too delicate. When you separate those later additions out, can you tell me what sculpture that actually is?

Because here is the reveal!

The Discus Thrower, aka, the Discobolus by Myron.

The French restorationist got carried away by his own imagination, saw a twisted torso and thought it could only possibly be a warrior in the midst of twisting around to fend off a blow, not an athlete in the midst of a demonstration of skill. It's a martial, fanciful read that completely misinterpreted the subject.

This is why most restoration today employs a much lighter touch, rather than trying to reattach pieces incorrectly, they tend to just outline where the missing pieces are with a light sketch of an educated guess of what might have actually been there. Faulty restorations like the Capitoline Discobolus is one reason for this modern stylistic principle when it comes to restoration work.

When my professor asked us to identify the correct original sculpture that day on the museum tour, it was the sword that pinged me as wrong first, but zeroing in on the core of the sculpture, the torso, is what revealed the true statue underneath.

This notoriously difficult to please professor was very proud when I blurted out, "It's the Discus Thrower!" and the high-octane serotonin I got from his approval probably could have propelled me into the sun that day, and brought to you Yet Another Moment of Ancient Sculpture Pedantry.

#ancient history #ancient rome #art history #discobolus #there are very few things I'll brag about but naming this sculpture correctly is one of them #in part because there was so little to be gained lol oh well might as well make a tumblr post about it

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nyrasproblm · 2 months

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I'm not the only one - 01

Leto Atreides x leitor, Paul Atreides x leitor (platônico), Jessica Atreides x leitor (platônico)

Contagem de palavras: 1K

Warnings: angst, age gap (reader is 20s, leto is 40s), arranged marriage, rejection, loneliness, screaming.

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All your life, you have known that because you were born a woman, you were demoted to a bargaining chip. Even if you have trained in hand-to-hand combat, even if you know how to speak the ancient languages, even if you know how to pilot some ships, it doesn't matter.

The fact that you read a lot and learn quickly doesn't matter either, what matters is whether you are fertile and obedient, that's what counts when you are chosen to become a lord's wife.

You weren't surprised when your father announced that you were getting married, an arranged marriage, but you were surprised when he told you the name of your new husband: Duke Leto Atreides of Caladan, future Duke of Arrakis.

After all, the purpose of arranged marriages was to produce heirs for the great houses, but Duke Leto already had an adult heir, his son Paul. And in addition, the duke had an official concubine, Paul's mother, Lady Jessica, a member of the Bene Gesserit.

Despite the confusion, you accepted willingly, knowing you really had no choice. So a week later you and some of your family members boarded a spacecraft and left for Caladan.

Upon landing, his family was met by the Duke's master-at-arms and warmaster, but he himself was not there. Not him, not his son, and much less his concubine.

Your family was installed and for the whole week you didn't see the Duke or his family. When the wedding day arrived, some maids entered her chambers to dress her in a simple, plain white wedding dress.

— What a beautiful dress, who chose it? — you asked one of the maids politely.

— Lady Jessica, milady.

You swallowed hard and remained silent while they finished getting you ready. When they finished, they guided you through the Atreides Palace to a large hall, the doors were opened and you took a deep breath, inside there were some soldiers from the Atreides troops, your family, and near the altar were what you assumed to be Paul and his mother by his side.

You looked away to the altar, seeing the Duke himself there. Your father positioned himself next to you and took your arm, starting to guide you there, it was a quick walk, but it seemed like it took forever.

Up close, you could see the Duke better, he was an attractive man, older, with slightly curly hair and a thick beard, both with a few gray spots. His skin tone was tan, as if he was already on Arrakis and had been walking in the hot sun.

Your father helped you up the short stairs to the altar and walked away, leaving you facing the Duke. You had a short veil covering your face, which the Duke took a few steps closer to lift. You swallowed hard at his movements, trying not to vomit right then and there.

He lifted the veil and gave you a quick look, you couldn't decipher what he was thinking, it made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The ceremony ended quickly after you swore allegiance to House Atreides and your surname was changed. There were no celebrations, your family left as soon as the ceremony was over, but one of the maids informed you that you would have dinner with the Duke and his family.

The removed veil was taken somewhere by the maids, so you remained in just your wedding dress. You were once again guided by the maids through some corridors until you reached the dining room, which seemed familiar, as the table wasn't that big. The Duke was sitting at the end of the table, Lady Jessica on the left side of the table, with Paul sitting opposite her, on the other side of the table. You assumed you should sit at the other end of the table, so you swallowed hard and saw the duke motioning for a guard to pull out the chair for you sit.

You thanked him in a low voice and sat down, Lady Jessica immediately gave you a smile and extended her hand across the table.

— I hope you liked the dress I chose, if you accept my opinion, you look very beautiful in it. — she took a sip of water.

— Indeed. — Paul's voice came before you could respond to the compliment.

— I thank you, milady, young master, the dress is beautiful. — you replied cautiously.

The food was served and everyone began to eat, the only noises were that of cutlery and glasses landing on the table. The Duke had not said anything until then. Lady Jessica looked around and started the subject again.

— Are you enjoying Caladan? It's a shame that you don't have much more time to see the place. — she looked at you.

— It's charming, for sure. — you respond with a small smile.

— Arrakis must have its own charm too, our new home will be strange to us all. But we can make it cozy, you're the duchess now, you can decorate it however you want, right Leto? — she turned her face to the Duke, who raised his eyes and looked at both of us.

— Of course. — he replied simply, and went back to chewing.

Jessica stood up and called Paul with her gaze, he stood up quickly and the two began to leave.

— It was a pleasant dinner, thank you for your kindness, Duchess. — Lady Jessica said before leaving.

You stopped chewing and took a deep breath, watching the Duke shift in his seat.

— I know you and I didn't want to come together like that, but things work that way in politics. — he began to speak. — I already have an heir, I don't need more, so we won't need to sleep together. You will have nothing from me other than the last name, just as I will have nothing from you, good night.

Then he got up and left too.

She felt her stomach turn and swallowed hard.

#x reader #fem reader #duke leto #duke leto atreides #leto atreides #paul atreides #jessica atreides

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sthavoc · 1 month

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girl i love your blog

but maybe do you wanna do that enzo and reader meet due to lsdln with reader being the cinematographer for the film do what u want from there lol <3

༘ *🎥𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

*๑՞ pairing: enzo x fem!cinematoprapher!reader

*๑՞ summary: Enzo and yours first time meeting on set.

*๑՞ warnings: banter, “pining”.

*๑՞ note: new theme!! thank you so much babes!<3 i’m sorry if I missed any grammar mistakes!

Being in the film industry has always been your dream. The idea that with a camera you could simply create magic. Art.

So being here, in this cast, meant everything to you, big opportunities would start coming your way if you did an amazing job and worked hard. You were never going to stop showering J.A with Thank you’s.

He sees the talent in people, and those exact people go big, they create history. The history of the cinema.

“Eh Bayona, ¿Le puedo preguntar algo?” You called for your boss’ attention.

When he approached you, he came towards you with a small furrow on his brows. “Déjate de la formalidad, J.A está bien. Y tutéame que no pasa nada.”

Your lips pulled their muscles for a smile at the kind gesture. “Bueno, J.A.” The name felt weird on your tongue, but it was just for you to get used to it. “¿Cómo quieres que le demos la toma cuando caen en el avión?” Your hands stayed on the handles of the camera, but your eyes scanned for answers in the director’s lensed ones.

J.A gave you a look, with his finger resting on his lips. “¿Tú que piensas?”

It had you shocked that a director like him was asking for your opinion. That wasn’t something that could happen to just anybody, so you had to be wise with your words.

You bit your lip, gathering all your ideas as quickly as you could. “Pues yo diría que podemos darle un zoom a varias partes de la escena. Darle ese toque para que la persona que está viendo la escena sienta que está ahí en ese momento. Obviamente con tanto metal de los asientos no puedes ver tanto.”

“Eres buena. Me gusta.” His words made your smile grow wider. You felt proud. The sound of his phone interrupted the both of you as he pulled out the device to read the new message. “¿Tú no has conocido a Enzo verdad?”

You knew Enzo was the one that portrayed Numa, and narrated the story but you hadn’t had the chance to meet him. The times he would be around you would be in other places, experimenting with your camera, attempting to get new shots. You were given the chance to meet some of the other boys from the cast, but still not Enzo.

“Eh, no, todavía no.” You passed your hands through your overalls leaving the camera to be. “¿Por qué?”

“Ven que lo vas a conocer.” Bayona motioned for you to walk his way.

The both of you strode across the set, feeling the fake snow crumple and break into millions with every step both of you took. Your eyes were quick to take a glimpse of the ten boys you already knew about. Matias, Juani, Fran, Esteban, Simon, Agus, Valentino, Andy, Felipe, and Rafael. A small wave came their way from your part as your right hand rested on your back pocket.

“Hasta que te dignas dejarte ver.” Fran is the first to speak and give you a hug that swings both of you from left to right.

“Sí, hola chicos.” You rest your chin on Fran’s shoulder to peek at the rest of the guys who have already given you a small wave.

When you pulled away, there was another one, standing with the rest of the guys. Only this time you didn’t recognize him. His skin was toned, hair only resting above his ears, and he wore a plain grey t-shirt with black pants.

He must be Enzo.

And just as you spotted him, J.A’s voice startled you out of view. “Chaval hasta que te apareces.” He walked towards Enzo and rested his arm around him as much as he could.

You stood in your spot as you watched how the both of them walked your way. Your feet rocked back and forth waiting, and you noticed how Enzo had his eyes on you, ignoring everything J.A was telling him as if the sound had gone mute on him.

“Ella es T/N, la directora de fotografía.” Bayona introduced you to Enzo, it still felt weird hearing that title for you. “T/N, él es Enzo.”

Without a word, you extended your hand for him to shake, but you made sure to paint a smile on your lips to not appear serious. “Mucho gusto.”

“Igualmente.” You had already listened to his recorded audios for the film, but oh it couldn't compare to hearing him in person. You could hear the accent painting his words as it refreshed your memory. His voice was somehow deep but raspier at the same time.

It was strange that you had the chance to hear his voice but never see his face.

“¿Sos de aquí?” He questioned, already having an interest in you.

“Ehm no, no yo vengo de Nueva York. Estudio allá.” You informed, there was a soft glance on his part.

“Eh J.A, T/N, tenemos las cámaras listas solo necesitamos que den la última palabra.” A crew member interrupts the scene making all eyes go on him.

“Dale, chicos, nos vemos al rato.” J.A looked at the boys before his eyes landed on you, who gave him a small nod of agreement for the two of you to walk.

Enzo watched you disappear from the scene, where he stood with the rest of the guys. His frame stood still with his eyes focused on your back while you talked to J.A, doing all kinds of motions with your hands to what he thought were discussions from the scenes.

“Miren a este ya embobado con la mina.” Juani teases, his hand interlocked over his neck while he messes his hair up.

Enzo chuckled. “Para.” His tongue dragged the last word. “Que nada mas se me hizo linda.” There was a shrug on his part, but it looked like he had more questions. “Pero que no se ve muy chica?”

“Pues a nosotros nos había dicho que todavía está en la universidad, último año. Solo que J.A le dio la oportunidad de estar en este rodaje.” Matías informed, with a sense of knowledge in his voice.

Enzo kept Matias’ words in his mind. “¿Entonces esta sola acá?”

“¿Qué? ¿Le queres hacer compañía?” Valentino spoke this time, making a burst of laughter from all the guys fill the atmosphere.

Enzo rolled his eyes at all the teasing he was receiving from his part, “Solo estoy haciendo unas preguntas.” He defends, but Enzo knows that no matter how hard he tries to save himself from that position, the boys are not going to let him out of this one easily.

“Aha aha. Preguntas papi.” Pipe pats him on the back before he exits the scene walking toward where you and J.A last walked.

—

“¿Que te pareció Enzo?” J.A breaks all the concentration you had focused on your camera.

You remained your physical focus on the device, but your mind was already wandering towards your encounter with the man.

“Bien. Se ve que es buena persona.” You smiled not having anything bad to say about him, after all, you had just met him.

“Y lo es. Se van a llevar muy bien.” J.A pointed towards you, with his clipboard in hand, his voice was filled with confidence no other could possess.

You gave no response but still offered a kind smile to the man. Maybe he was right, from what you’ve heard about him he seemed like a kind, loving person to be around. Was mostly reserved to himself but was well-loved, and cared for others.

“Puede ser.” You finally spoke up. Your attention fell in the direction of the crowd of boys who were talking about whatever it was that had them arguing around.

Your eyes get caught with Enzo’s and all you can do is gift him a wave while your other hand rests on the handle of the camera. And you noticed that instead of him doing the same thing as all the boys, pushing each other and yelling, he seemed more calm and relaxed.

Maybe after all you guys would get alone.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic imagine

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heiayen · 3 months

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every love story started somewhere - childe/dainsleif/zhongli x reader

summary: different beginnings of you and him across different universes

tags: how the relationship with him started, except every character is different universe !! dainsleif with fantasy universe, childe with canon universe, zhongli with modern universe. pre-relatioship, 350-450 words per character.

notes: hello. this is for @dumbificat for the kiss (don't tell!) event held by @ecrin-de-litterature <3 i was going to include more characters but alas i couldn't </3 still. hope you'll enjoy !!

Leaving the snowy plains of your home was hard. You grew up there, you made friends and learned so much, gained so many precious memories of the people, of the places, of a ginger boy and his toothy smile, freckles, and stick swords you used to fight the imaginary monsters. Leaving the child in yourself that was forced to grow up, to run away with your family somewhere better, warmer than the bone-freezing chill of Snezhnaya.

But you promised one thing to yourself– and to the ginger boy, that you would never forget him. You would find a way to talk to him again, you promised, gripping his hand hard.

And you did.

Many, many letters were sent to each other. Simple at first, with the help of your parents writing down your thoughts, and when you finally learned how to properly write you wasted no time writing your own letter to him, for the first time. Your handwriting was crooked, the letter was short and was rather nonsensical, but it was yours.

Written by your own hands.

The letters continued for weeks, months, and years, and it was the only constant in your life. Something to cling onto, something that you knew would always be here, even if it took AJAX three months to reply, even when you stopped talking to him for some when he first joined the Fatui, heartbroken that he would agree to that.

(He didn’t stop writing.

One day, you looked at the small pile of letters he sent you during that time, and suddenly, something broke in you and you wasted no time grabbing a piece of paper and a pen and pouring all your feelings into the ink.)

Till one day, while walking down the liyuean streets, you spotted someone. The same ginger hair, the same freckles– now visible even more and the same smile upon noticing you in the crowd.

You smiled, happiness filling you up and you waved to him, gripping the handle of your bag tighter in excitement. How many years have passed, spent on writing letters from your last meeting? At least ten? More? Honestly, you stopped counting after five.

When he waved back, you wasted no time running to him.

The promise you and Ajax made back as kids finally came true and for the first time in years, you were together.

The wizard living in that tower was said to be… cursed.

Dangerous, meddling with dark, unknown to many dark magic that could bring only despair and tragedy. The magic itself cursed him, surely, it was the punishment for going against the divine laws. He brought it upon himself and now had to live with the consequences. Not ever again in his life, he would be able to enjoy the warmth of life how he used to.

DAINSLEIF was convicted of a lonely, cruel fate, and that was simply how the stars wrote for him. He couldn’t rewrite them– nothing could, and something once set in motion couldn’t be stopped.

…or so he thought because then, you appeared.

They could call you some kind of neighbors, living in towers close to each other but rarely talking. He had no reason to strike up conversations with you, not even thinking you would want to talk to him. No one wanted to talk to… abomination like him, as they called him.

And yet here you were, seemingly not caring about all the rumors and gossip people talked about him. You knew he was cursed, but… he didn’t look like a bad man. Not one to talk, yes, sure, aloof at times and confusing you with his words or actions, maybe a little eccentric at times but you saw him use magic, by simply an accident and, truly, the wizard in you couldn’t help but look at him in awe. His magic was different, nothing like you saw in the books or scrolls, frightening you a little, but it was… something new. Different. Charming your hungry for knowledge brain and so, you wished to know the cursed wizard more.

Step by step, day by day you tried and tried, and never gave up on trying to talk to him, to know him better. A part of you was screaming loudly, how stupid you were to try to talk with someone like him, someone dangerous?

And you knew this part of you was right. Nothing you learned about him seemed like something good, it all screamed troubles and bad things in general, but–

(Another part of you knew that you weren’t so different. You, too, knew how it felt to be left alone to fate, how it is to become an outcast with nowhere to go.

You had your own burdens, after all, and the stars were not kind you to either.)

Your effort wasn’t in vain when one day, while tending to the flowers in your garden, you saw no one else but the wizard, standing near, looking as if he came here for a reason.

You let him in, smiling.

It was a start of something new, something blooming between you. Of something you promised to care deeply and tend to, till it would grow beautiful and healthy.

It was terribly raining that day, you remembered. You were cold, your umbrella broke because of the wind, your clothes were all wet and the only open shop you saw on the street was an antique shop. You wasted no time opening the doors, a plea to let you stay till the rain calms down ready on your tongue– and then you saw the owner of this place, his warm eyes, hidden behind round glasses and his smile, oh, his smile…

You blinked owlishly, you remembered. You opened your mouth, closed it, pointed at the rain behind the window, asked if you could stay and he let out a gentle laugh, inviting you inside the shop. You felt yourself smiling in answer and walked further inside, leaving the broken umbrella somewhere away– to not accidentally hit anything.

His name was ZHONGLI, you remembered him introducing himself over a cup of tea he got to warm you up. You politely declined the tea first, not wanting to bother him too much, but still agreed in the end. He even offered you a spare umbrella, and you found yourself at an even bigger loss of words than earlier. How kind it was of him, to help a complete stranger like you when you only asked to let you spend a moment in his shop?

You two ended up talking about the antique painting and books he had in his shop, you remembered. He had so many books on his shelves, about so many different topics. Medicine, history, mythology, and even classic literature. And it seemed as if he read them all himself, with how much he told you about the collection in his shop. Every single item here was deeply cared about.

You didn’t care about antique items, not until you heard the passion Zhongli talked about them. Everything he had in his shop had its own story, one he seemed happy to share with you. A little doll once owned by a girl that later became a pianist, a well-used history book, once owned by a history student. A beautiful painting created by an older man’s mother– he didn’t knew what to do with it anymore, and he believed Zhongli’s antique shop would be the safest place for the painting to be.

How beautiful it was…

When the rain stopped, you took the umbrella he gave you and left, with a warm feeling deep inside your chest and a promise you visit this little antique shop again.

To give him back his umbrella, to talk with him more. To listen to him and learn a little more about love.

#— kiss (don’t tell) !#astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #childe x reader #childe x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x you #gender neutral reader

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sombrashe · 11 months

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stupid fucking slut

this is a repost because my original blog was deleted

relationship(s) valeria x reader

content afab gender neutral reader, chubby reader, dom valeria x brat reader, cunnilingus, scissoring, fuck machines, toy usage, triple penetration, slapping, degradation, praise

note(s) I love this woman with my entire being and I want her to smack me around

Your eyes are closed as you shake like the first autumn leaf, leaving your familiarity and allowing the wind to take full control. The anticipation leaking from your prepped holes filled your flesh with goosebumps as the cool air of the underground room washed over you.

"If you make even the tiniest noise I will have you wailing on the fucking floor, do you understand me?"

Her voice is a growled hiss against the shell of your ear and you flinch at the implication.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good."

You lick your bottom lip as your mind wanders to when the sunlight filtered through the high glass windows.

She's been nothing but a tease all day, working you up in front of her men as you became a pathetic mess for her. Her fingers would work you over during meetings, you like royalty sitting pretty on her lap as she refused to allow you to cover your lower half. One hand would pull lewd sounds from your soaking cunt while the other would slam down on the desk as she argued passionately with her right hand man.

"What the fuck do you mean he's dead, you were supposed to keep him alive until I could see him."

You struggled to keep up as the heel of her palm ground into your clit while she added another finger stretching you painfully. Your head lulls back as you clench around her perfectly manicured fingers, the man trying to explain what happened which caused an insignificant member of her crew to bleed out.

"I don't want to hear your god damn excuses, Diego! ¡Mierda! Sal de mi vista y limpia tu desorden. Un inútil hijo de puta."

The slam of the door syncs with the feeling of emptiness as she practically shoved you off her leg. You crumple to the ground beside her and she scoffs at the sight.

"What? You're useless now too? Get up." You stare at her, slack jawed and eyes wide. The fog invading your mind slowly leaks out and surrounds you both before disappearing into the vents above. She leans down and wipes your slick from her fingers onto the oversized hoodie you wore for modesty, as much as you can get as she fucks you in front of the cartel. You feel embarrassed as she treats you like a burden.

"Go clean yourself up and don't even think about touching yourself. Report to me in the main room when you're finished."

With that you're left alone as the door clicks closed for a second time except this time the fog invading your senses is fury. In retaliation you rooted through the box of toys you kept hidden pushed underneath your shared bed. Finding the deep purple c-shaped vibrater hidden amongst you test it in your hands until you find a setting which won't interfere with your plan.

"Perfect."

You grin wildly as you happily slip it between your lips to settle against your g-spot, the front pulsates as it rests against your clit and you take a moment to catch your breath. Finally standing you slip a pair of plain panties on keeping the toy snug as a skirt follows suit, an unassuming piece of fabric which laid against your thighs. Your chin raised as you entered the main room, a group of dozen or so men and women filtered in and out of the room as you walked through. The buzz of your toy was muffled by your thighs. Placing a hand on the back of Valeria's bicep you're annoyed at her quick side glance before she goes back to her conversation. Not even an introduction is spared for her favorite person.

"Valeria."

Nothing. You pinch at the skin where your hand rests and she's quick to smack you away the heat of the impact ignored as your ego is wounded.

You lean in close, "I have that new toy you got me last week in, if you don't pay attention to me I'll cum in front of everyone here."

She shoulders you away your threat nothing more than a nuisance to her conversation with her head dealer from the streets. Your eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as Valeria continued to ignore your advances. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and pay attention to the toy which massaged your nerves the perfect amount. Letting out a soft warning moan only for her to hear, you feel small half moons form on the soft of your forearm as Valeria sinks her nails into you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You match her eye contact, your defiance meeting the fire which burned deep in her everlong eyes. Opening your mouth the next moan is immediately cut off as she yanks you back to where you first entered. Your arm is twisted and you're forced to walk backwards for a moment to keep from falling flat on your back again.

"Go downstairs, now. I will deal with you after this meeting."

You want to argue back, explain that you wouldn't act like this is she wasn't being such a pain in your ass and denying you your hard earned release.

"Don't fuck with me right now, and do as I say!"

The memories float around your head like a cartoon. You flex your toes as you shift uncomfortably your knees hurting from the position you're forced to keep. You rest your forehead on the edge of the cot as you listen to the sounds of metal rings clinking against machinery. concupiscence fills the whole of your belly and the eagerness from before slowly invades you once again.

"Eres una maldita puta estúpida, ¿lo sabías?"

Your blistering cunt flexes around the air and Valeria's laugh cuts through you. Jumping you feel cool glass press against your weeping entrances. You hold your breath as Valeria coos, the click of the machine being turned on send shivers down the bumps of your spine. She always starts off slow allowing your body a moment to to adjust to the penetration. The steady pace of lube covered dildos has your entire body ablaze with hunger. You keep your breathing steady as per her demands, the cot giving you no relief from the burn.

"Open your eyes."

You blink and straighten yourself as you rest on your palms instead on your elbows. Looking up at her she tilts her head, your pupils were blown wide and soft as they stared into hers. She places a gentle hand on your cheek using her thumb to rub across before a crack echos throughout the tiny room. You're looking to your right and blinking back the salt which threatened to leak from your eyes. Keeping your word you give a shaky breath instead of your usual whimper.

"Look at me."

You do and she rubs at the bulge which strained against the luxury fabric of her slacks.

"Now why can't you follow directions like this normally?"

You wet your lips waiting for permission to speak. She raises her hand and gestures permission.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

She grins at your words and you feel the eager urge to please her, say whatever it takes to feel her reward for falling in line.

"My stupid slut, say it. Tell me who you belong to."

You chew at the corner of your bottom lip as she slowly unzips her slacks.

"You, ma'am. I belong to you, only you."

"Good."

She hums as she removes and folds her slacks painstakingly slow, walking around you to click at the machine. You grunt and grip at the edge of the cot as the speed increases. The thrusts timed but the speed has you bouncing slightly against it. She stays in place watching as the faux cocks disappears in and out of your holes.

"Disgusting."

She spits out watching as you shake softly.

"God you love this shit, my disgusting little slut loves it when I degrade them."

She kneels beside you and pulls a handful of your hair. You make wavering eye contact and you nod. You're panting as you dig your nails into the rough nylon below. She licks a stripe up your cheek and you jerk as she flicks her nail bed against your nipple. Removing herself from you she takes her place back in front of you. Your mouth waters as as taps the cock against your lips.

"Be a good whore for me and open up."

You relax your jaw and stick out your tongue putting on a show just for her. She hums and rubs the length of it against your awaiting lips. Without any prep she's shoving the whole of it down your throat staying still as you gag around her. Slowly pulling out she gives you a moment to breath before repeating her actions. She continues to painfully stretch your jaw and constrict your throat as she fucks your mouth.

"You are always so much more obedient when I stuff your mouth full."

You shake as you fight against the orgasm that was slowly ebbing. She notices your commitment to doing as she says, her thrusts bruising your palate. You drag one of your hands down her exposed thigh as she cums with a whine, the cock fully covered by your saliva. When she pulls away you're dropping your head and she grins at the sight of you fighting off another orgasm.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

You look up at her confused. She normally enjoyed pushing you close and over the edge for hours. Her eyes were frantic as she calmly removed the shiny leather from her exposed hips. Your mouth feels dry at the thought of you orgasm, the soft sweet feelings of her scarred hands against your skin.

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry."

You knew she loved it when you acted like this, a brat for her to put in their place. Something you take pride in. Getting under her skin in such a way she needed to take you immediately. She doesn't seem to care if you were genuine or not. She's behind you once again. The metal sounds stop and you're left empty and twitching.

"Valeria... please."

You voice is soft and teasing as you wiggle your lower half. She shoves you over the edge and you gasp as you plant the palms of your hands on the rough concrete. The grip she has on your waist is bruising and you can feel her strength in it. She shoves her tongue into your puffy sore cunt and your toes curl against the sides of her knees. You bite your lip still being the perfect little pet. She hums into the heat she couldn't get enough of. You whimper and you feel your muscles contract against her tongue. She's pushing her face deeper into your cunt and you have to plant your palms to keep from falling over. You feel her nails scratch their way down your thighs. The sharp addicting pain finally causes you to crash as you give a sharp shout. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave and you collapse. She's yanking you back and hoisting you until you could rest on your stomach. You pant as you continue to twitch below her burning gaze.

"I'm sorry." Your voice is raspy and you don't move until you hear her voice

"God you're fucking useless. I give you simple instructions and you can't even follow them."

You nod and struggle onto your hands and knees.

"On your back. Can't fuck this one up, hopefully."

You slide onto the rough nylon and grimace at the feeling against your sweaty skin.

"Legs open."

You let them fall to the side as you watch her move to the corner of the room. She's pulling something out from a small bag she kept on her person at all times. You feel heat rush up your neck as she exposes the small black vibrater to you with a grin.

"Going to be good for me and keep your slutty hands to yourself?"

You nod eagerly and pull yourself apart for her to have access to your sensitive clit. She barks out a laugh and shakes her head. You whimper at the look in her eyes, your hips dragging themselves against the air in anticipation. She slings a leg over your waist and straddles you for the moment.

"Going to be extra good for me? A pretty little pet with good manners?"

You suck in a breath as the still vibrator jumps to life against your nipple.

"Yes, please. I will, I promise."

She tsks and shakes her head, "that's what you said last time, pretty, and look at you. Soaking the bed."

You twist your head to the side trying desperately to stay calm. You practiced so many times but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep your orgasm at bay with her. Panting you dig your nails into the meaty part of your palms. She giggles and pulls at your perked nipple.

"God you love this filthy shit. You're so perfect for me, so easy to tease."

She grinds herself against your abdomen and you can feel the warm slick of her cunt. You have to draw blood, taste the bitter metal to calm yourself.

"Doing so good. Being such a good little pet. Do you want to cum?"

Her lips are a hot whisper against the shell of your ear and you cringe at the whine that covers your words.

"Valeria, please. God yes, I want to cum for you so badly."

She licks the outline of your ear before pulling away from you.

"You need to keep yourself calm, can you do that for me? Wait to cum until I'm ready?"

You blink at her and nod your head, pieces of hair stick to your face and you peel your nails out of your flesh to fix them.

"The messy hair shows that I'm doing a good job."

She grins as she places the vibrator against your heated clit and your arching your back.

"Calm." Her voice is soft unlike earlier.

You know she needs this as badly as you: you can see it in the way her chest rises, how her tongue wets her lips every few seconds, the way her fingers flex against the skin of your stomach. Finally after teasing all she can take she settles herself against your cunt. You feel feverish as she rubs her clit against the vibrator. You can feel her heat radiating into yours and you roll your eyes back at the feeling. Such soft skin rubbing against yours as her moans start to pick up.

"Oh god."

Your voice is shaky. You feel your chest swell as she coos.

"You feel so good lovely, want to cum with you."

You shake your head a few times as you grind your cunts together. Your thrusts cause her to bounce and each time her clit grinds against the toy harder than the last.

"I'm close."

Her voice is nothing more than a needy whine as her shirt rides up. You grip at one if her clothed breast. She nods as her head falls forwards. Black hair obstructs your view of her face but the way her thighs twitch against yours gives you all the confirmation you need. You grip painfully at her bicep as your orgasm causes your thighs to clench and the tips of your fingers to tingle. Your name is moaned out in such sweet melody. With one last twitch your yanking her by the collar against you. She's eager against your lips and you start to wonder if she was ever going to move the vibrating toy from you.

Almost like reading your mind she clicks the toy off before tucking it into her bag. Her movement away from you leaves you cold and you want to pull her in for another warm kiss. Picking through the discarded clothing she separates your outfits. Her first move is to get you both dressed and somewhere warm so she can inspect you. Tugging her clothes on in a hurry she's moving back to your blissed out smile. With gentle hands she's helping your tired limbs tug your clothes on, you were glad you choose a skirt today.

"We really need to finish this room."

"I know lovely, but it's hard to get someone down here without a bunch of questions."

You sigh and snuggle into her side, but she's pulling you away.

"No snuggling, not until I get you upstairs and into a bath."

You frown and yawn feeling exhausted, "I just want a nap, Valeria. Cuddles and a nap first."

She frowns, she hates the idea of not taking care of you after a rough night. These moments so intimate for her however far between they may be.

"You have to eat something first then."

You groan and allow her to lead you out of the room.

"Fine, but I get to choose what. None of that crackers and water shit."

She huffs, "Fine. No crackers, but you're drinking a cup of water. No arguments."

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty smut #valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria x you #operator writes

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thebunnyslibrary · 2 months

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Vampire Bucky Drabble

wc. ~1900

pairing. Vampire!Bucky x reader

summary. Bratting has it's consequences, especially when your lover is Bucky Barnes, a vmapire who owns the most popular night club in the city

warnings. Dirty talk, degradation, bondage, use of a riding crop,

The old industrial warehouse turned nightclub was an absolutely gorgeous space. The exposed brick was painted with graffiti from artists all over the city, both professional and amateur. The windows were patterned between plain and colored which made the place look mysterious against the night sky. And of course, the piece de resistance was the immense skylight overhead; allowing in the moon to be the ultimate spotlight above the crowd. The club’s biggest draw, though? The patronage.

The club was designated as a “safe” hunting ground for vampires. Any human who walked through the door accepted the risk of being bitten. But Bucky’s most important rule was to never take too much; just enough to leave the humans a little dizzy (and ready to party). Anyone vampire caught breaking that rule was…taken care of. And thanks to the protection of Bucky and his crew, this den of depravity became an extremely popular place. Giving humans with specific interests a place to indulge and giving vampires a safe meal.

Tonight, the place was packed wall to wall with the city’s nightlife; human and undead alike. And here you were, a mere human walking into the lion’s den. You strutted through the crowd, head held high as you made your way up to the bar to the only empty seat. A seat that was always vacant, reserved just for you.

You’d almost gone for the fishnet tights but decided to leave yourself exposed; it would be better for your plans. The custom-made Christian Louboutin shoes fit you perfectly and the halter top with a rose embroidered up the side left your neck fully exposed. You adjusted your skirt as you looked up and down for a bartender, finally spotting your favorite.

“Hey Steve, can I get a Bloody Mary?” you teased, much to annoyance of the blonde behind the bar.

“What are you doing here (y/n)? Bucky told you to stay home tonight. It’s been a feeding frenzy; Not safe for you.”

“Oh, come on. You know he won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will you.” Steve smirked in response.

“You got that right, doll. All right, you want a drink, I’ll get you one. You’ll want it once he finds out you’re here.” He turned around and grabbed the bottle of passion fruit rum, mixing it with the bright red fruit punch specifically for the drink, also adding a few maraschino cherries and an umbrella. “Here you go. One ‘Princess’. Sans the special ingredient.” Steve winked at you and took the drink.

All of the drinks on the menu could be mixed with blood, due to the club’s patronage. Humans, however, were not allowed to be served alcohol because the feeding left them too drowsy; adding alcohol to the mix would not be good. The mocktails, though, were amazing for people’s blood sugar and made their blood taste sweeter. And yours was the most popular. But you were the only exception to the no alcohol rule, because Bucky was the only one ever allowed to feed from you.

It didn’t take long before you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned to see Sam standing there, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gunna wanna come with me, hun. The boss wants to see you.”

“Oh, does he now? I didn’t even get to finish my drink.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully. “I guess I should go and greet him. Steve, can you pour me…” the words hadn’t left your lips before Steve was setting down Bucky’s favorite drink. A whiskey mixed with a shot of the reserve of your blood Steve kept exclusively for Bucky.

“Go get em, tiger.” Steve said. You took it and gestured for Sam to lead the way.

“He’s not happy, sweetheart. Not happy.” Sam warned you, bringing you down the hallway then upstairs to where the office was.

“I’d be surprised if he was.” You retorted. Sam let out a huff of a laugh.

“You got guts, girl. I’ll give you that.” He stopped outside of the door. “You’re certainly wearing a decent choice of battle armor.” The piece de resistance to your ensemble; to fight off the fall chill, you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket. That was the reason you knew you were safe in the club. Bucky’s scent was all over you, and no vampire in their right mind would touch what was his.

“Good luck.” Sam opened the door for you and you stepped inside. The room wasn’t completely dark, lit by a single desk lamp. Bucky himself was staring out the window that looked over the dance floor. You walked over to his desk, setting the drink down.

“I brought you your favorite.” You said, making him scoff.

“Babydoll, what are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” you asked and in the blink of an eye, he was stood behind you; his metal hand wrapped around your throat.

“I mean…strutting in here, dressed like a slut, and putting yourself in danger.” He growled in your ear. “I’m lucky you’re smart enough to wear my coat or I would’ve had to kill anyone who dare thought they could touch what belongs to me.” He squeezed your throat on the last word, making you gasp. His other hand started to pull your skirt up. “That’s what I mean.” Bucky let out a row rumble in his chest. “And no panties either?”

“I was boooooored.” You whined, rubbing back against him. He squeezed more, making your breath catch in your throat.

“You were bored…” Bucky repeated. “Well, let’s see if we can entertain you.” He dragged you over to the leather sofa, pulling his jacket off you and tossing it away before undoing the tie on your top and pulling it down to expose your breasts. Then, he bent you over and held you down with one arm while undoing his belt with the other. You struggled a bit but he gave a quick smack to your ass, making you freeze

“Stop squirming, slut. You said you were bored. So, let’s play.” He wrestled your hands behind your back, tying them with the belt. Once he was sure you were secure, he went over to the cabinet where he kept a few toys…for just an occasion such as this. Bucky ran his hands over every one of them until he settled on the perfect one. You turned to see what he’d chosen, but your world went dark as he used his tie to blindfold you.

“My pretty little slut…” He purred, then you felt him run something over your face. You inhaled sharply as you recognized it. The crop. “Tell me your safe word, doll.”

“Winter, sir.” You whimpered and he hummed in approval, rubbing his hand over your back.

“Such a good girl.” He kissed your cheek a tender juxtaposition to the sting of the crop on your ass, making you moan. You held as strong a reserve as possible, but around the 10th stroke, you started to break. You started to whimper and whine. Bucky grabbed your hair and his lips were against your ear as he asked.

“What’s’a matter baby, does it hurt?”

You sniffed and whimpered “Yes, sir,” in response.

“Good, maybe next time I tell you to stay at home and be safe, you’ll follow my directions.” Ten more strikes from the crop rained down on your ass before Bucky thankfully had mercy on you. You heard the thud as the crop hit the floor. Then, his hands were on you, one hand moving between your legs.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re fucking soaked, doll. I don’t think that was really a punishment for you.” He mocked, making you clench your thighs. He pulled you up and led you over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you down on his lap, facing away. His flesh arm caressing your waist while his metal arm went between your legs; his fingers cool on your clit as he traced circles around it.

“Such a naughty little girl…my naughty little girl.” You heard him undo his zipper before you felt his cock pressing against you. “I take care of you, treat you well, spoil you rotten…and what do you to repay me? Show up here, teasing me, showing off what belongs to me…What am I going to do with you?” he asked but the feel of Bucky’s cock against you was distracting you too much to answer. He pinched your clit suddenly, making you thrust hard and squeeze his cock. “Dumb little baby too focused on my dick to answer? Guess I better her what she wants, just like always”

At that moment, he thrust up into you, hard. You chocked out a gasp; even after a few years with him, he still made you feel so full. He leaned in close to your neck and inhaled deeply.

“Fuuuuuck doll. You have no idea what you do to me. Your blood, your cunt, you…you’re so fucking perfect for me…” Bucky growled, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as he kept rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. “And you look so beautiful on my cock like that. I know drinking from you makes your orgasm feel even more intense. And you taste so good.”

Every word Bucky said drove you mad with pleasure. He knew just what to say to make you soaking wet. His deep, husky voice could make sin sound like salvation. He knew all the right buttons to push and you loved him.

“Please, please can I cum, Bucky?” you pleaded.

“You wanna cum?” Moving his hand from your waist, he grabbed your hair, gently tilting your head back. You felt his fangs scrape along your neck… “You think you deserve it after how you acted?” Bucky’s fingers on your clit got faster and faster.

“I’ll be good Bucky, I promise.”

“I don’t know, I’ve heard that before. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you in my office all day so I know you behave. You wanna be my little cockshut all day?”

“Whatever you want.” You promised, biting your lip.

“Cum for me, doll!” Bucky ordered, biting hard into your neck as he gave a final thrust before sinking his fangs into your neck.

The heightened sensation of Bucky drinking from you matched with the pain and pleasure of his bite and his attention to your clit drove you over the edge completely and so you came hard; your pussy gripping his cock tightly. He gave a few more thrusts before he stilled and you felt his cum filling you up.

Bucky drank from you long enough for both of you to ride out your orgasms. Bucky let go of your neck, not wanting to drink too much from you. He undid the belt from your wrists and, while keeping his cock inside you, helped you settle on his lap. You grabbed onto his suit jacket, breathing in the comfort of his scent. When Bucky removed your makeshift blindfold and you were greeted with the sight of his gorgeous smiling face, somehow made even more handsome with the sight of your blood staining his lips.

“Hi doll.” Bucky said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hi Bucky. I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.” You sagged even more against him. But he shook you gently, rousing you the exhaustion that threatened to turn to sleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable doll.” Bucky teased. “You owe me a dance. And you’re gunna do it with me dripping down your legs.”

#vampire!Bucky #vampire!bucky x reader #Bucky barnes #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes fic #vampire fiction

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critter-genfic-events · 3 months

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This week, we have eight amazing timeskip/future fics recced! Some skip ahead a handful of decades, while some skip ahead centuries, but all of them are wonderfully heart wrenching and hit just the right spot. Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

The Matter of Lot 19 by pagerunner (10102,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Keyleth returns to Whitestone after many, many years to see about a unique and precious clock that's up for auction. But she's not the only one intending to bid...and her competitors might not only be interested because of the clock's connection to a certain legendary de Rolo.

Reccer says: Beautiful and Bittersweet and has a lot of great older Kiki and Sun Tree moments.

Library Magic by westwind (2739,General) Warnings: None Pairings:

After the Mighty Nein's adventuring days are over, Caleb travels with a library in an enchanted wagon. He comes across a stranger who's nevertheless familiar.

Reccer says: I liked it

The More Things Change by FinnsKeeper (4922,Teen) Warnings: Major Character Death Pairings:

Beau is hurt. The best chance they have of saving her is asking for her to be consecuted

Reccer says: A heartbreatking but fascinating take on the nein being consecuted

Unexpected and Predictable by alullabytoleaveby (2131,General) Warnings: Pairings: Verin Thelyss & Caleb Widogast

The last thing Caleb expects to hear on a rainy Tuesday evening is the sound of a knock at his door and Verin Thelyss, Ambassador of the Bright Queen to the Dwendalian Empire, on his doorstep. But he should have expected it. After all, Essek had already prepared for this eventuality.

Reccer says: I love this glimpse of Verin, and Caleb being able to explain his relationship to Essek's brother.

What Makes a Home? by literalfuckinggarbage (3188,General) Warnings: Child abuse, abusive parenting Pairings: Beau & TJ

TJ turns up on Beau's doorstep after running away from Kamordah. Beau takes care of her little brother.

Reccer says: It's really lovely seeing an older Beau step up to being an older sister and the relationship between her and TJ is incredibly sweet. They have a rapport, they banter, and the love that's grown between them over the years is plain in each word between them. The ending is so wonderful too and it's a concept I really should rotate more.

cycles by justsleepwalkin (500,General) Warnings: Major Character Death Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Essek Thelyss

Caduceus and Essek take a walk among the falling leaves and have a talk about endings and beginnings.

Reccer says: Beautiful and atmospheric - a perfect moment between the two of them.

From the Mixed-Up Files of The J. Lavorre Catalogue Raisonné by renquise (2328,General) Warnings: None Pairings:

An art history report on the famous artist Jester Lavorre

Reccer says: I adore epistolary fics and this perfectly scratches that itch. Seeing what people might say about Jester and her friends centuries after they are gone is a treat!

a little birdie told me by Ink_Beneath_Her_Fingernails (1647,Not Rated) Warnings: None Pairings:

Kiri absently wonders if the Gentleman somehow had the foresight to keep her name out of their ears, and how he'd managed it for all these years. (Or: The mob boss Kiri we all deserve.)

Reccer says: Mob Boss Kiri - what's not to love?

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redfish-blu · 1 month

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Historically accurate (enough) Ben Tallmadge be upon ye.

Explanation and history spiel under the cut <3

TURN did better than most period pieces with costuming so I didn’t really have to change that much (flowers for Donna Zakowska), but my own historical costuming brain was like But What If I Did?? Now I obviously took some liberties here for the sake of clarity and The Rule of Cool, but I’ll explain them when we cross the bridge. I’m also not a historical fashion expert. My end goal for this was to integrate real life concepts into the stylized depictions of the TV show.

Until around 1780, the Continental Army was notably impoverished, and had no standard uniform (and arguably it never would). Soldiers and militiamen simply wore their civilian clothes, and high-ranking officers wore repurposed uniforms from other conflicts if they had them. But for the most part, it was hard to distinguish the average private from a commissioned service member. To differentiate ranks, color-coded sashes and cockades were worn around the body and pinned to the hat. These would indicate to everyone who held which title with no uniform to go off of.

Season 1 Costume:

Some background: 1776 is widely agreed upon as the terrible horrible no good very bad year for the continental army. They were beat down and penniless. If the Americans were to ever loose the AWI, 1776 would have been the year it happened. Washington was pulling the army up by their threadbare bootstraps. The monumental loss of New York to the Brits and subsequent fleeing of the continental army to Connecticut was the main sore spot here, and in that chaos is where TURN season 1 starts.

Ben Tallmadge in TURN is a major and and Aid De Camp (he might not be officially named as an ADC but for all intents and purposes he replaced Hamilton for like 2 whole seasons so I gave him the title anyways). Prior to Washington begging congress to order uniforms in 1780, Ben would have been frolicking around in his plain clothes for the majority of the war. Men’s plain clothes of this era included the linen shirt, waistcoat, cravat, coat, breeches, stockings, buckled shoes, and a hat.

The reason cockades were chosen to denote rank is because wearing a hat in public was actually considered common decency. It was improper (or at the very least lacking manners) to not wear one out. Every man would be wearing a hat, thus they would always have their chosen cockade on display. Ben wears a red one, which signals that he is a major. In the show the hat custom is forgone in favor of actually being able to see the actors’ faces (and their amazing hair), which is totally understandable. I’ve restored Ben’s hat in my design, though.

Another thing I have added is a pair of spatterdashes, which are cloth sock things that buckle over one’s shoes and shins to keep the mud and gunk from ruining the stockings and soaking down into your shoes. Ben spends most of his time outside, and has no issued pair of boots (which weren’t really the most efficient or comfortable form of footwear at the time anyways) on account of the No Money thing, so he wears his spatterdashes to make his poor buckled shoes last longer.

In reality, Ben would have been wearing this utterly dazzling outfit until the end of season 3. However, I’ve decided to suspend the historical record and let him have a Season 2 glow-up into the blue-coated major we all know and love.

Season 2 Costume:

So after 1780 (or I guess 1777 in this case), Congress decided to fund Washington’s request for regimental uniforms across the continental army. Not everyone was wearing a blue and white coat, but Ben Tallmadge was. Turn’s portrayal of the iconic garment has the top of the coat unbuttoned to make it look less goofy, which I’ve kept here because I agree with the change. His coat is also fairly loose-fitting, which is another thing I kept because it gives the boyish yet elegant look befitting of an inexperienced yet determined continental major. Tallmadge would have only been nineteen/twenty years old at this time (the average age in the American army was sixteen), so highlighting his youth was a good decision on TURN’s part.

Buff/white (more like off-white) waistcoats and breeches were another standard item worn by all soldiers and ranking officers (circumstances permitting).

The green sash indicates his Aid De Camp status, which I didn’t include in the S1 look because it would have looked extremely strange. These may have been out of fashion by the time uniforms were introduced, but we see Washington wearing his own blue sash throughout the entire series, and Ben is the king of idolizing that man (and boasting that Washington considers him important), so I have him wearing it.

His red cockade is gone, instead the gold insignias mounted on his shoulders (these were introduced by John Hancock in 1779) tell his rank as a major. In place of a red cockade is a black and white one, which became the standard throughout all the ranks. He could have worn a cockade designed specifically for majors and ADC’s, but I haven’t seen any evidence of these being used save for hearsay and they elevate the look from foppish to full on decorative ice cream, so I excluded them.

Now down to the boots. I swiped these directly off of George Washington’s uniform, which they have displayed at the Smithsonian. It’s more likely Ben would have still been wearing that trusty spatterdashes+buckled shoes combo (this was the standard of the British forces at the time), but to honor The Rule of Cool I let him have those genre defining boots. He does see more combat on horseback as the series progresses, so the boots aren’t entirely inappropriate.

Conclusion:

Despite my obvious passion for this topic, I understand why TURN made the costuming choices it did. Having the continental army just be a group of Random Guys would have been confusing to the average viewer who does not know all this trivial nonsense. And to their credit, TURN actually did dress the nameless extras pretty appropriately throughout the whole series. I just think that showing the continentals in their true “rag-tag volunteer army in need of a shower” form, then have them progress visually throughout the show would have been a brave and effective storytelling choice. It would have been a bit ahead of its time, but now that it’s been ten years I don’t think the creators would care about me dogging on them.

#turn washington's spies #ben tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge #turn amc #amc turn #amc turn fanart #turn amc fanart #turn washington’s spies fanart #history #historical costuming

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artzzyb00-27 · 2 months

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Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could.

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone.

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

#sir elyan #elyan #merlin bbc #bbc merlin fics #merlin #merlin bbc fanfic #arthur pendragon #gwaine #lancelot #leon #percival #guinevere #robin hood #knights of the round table #sir leon #bbc elyan #elyanfest2024 #ao3 fanfic

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be-steddie-myheart · 1 year

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Steddie but they met when they were kids and stayed best friends (and eventually gay bois) through highschool and anyone that dared to mess with eddie got their teeth knocked in by steve

****Content Warning for the Q word****

Steve is 5 years old and wearing his new shoes and carrying his new lunch box into the first day of his kindergarten class, hoping to find someone he can be friends with. The teacher, Ms. Smith, kneels down in front of Steve.

“You must be Mr. Harrington,” Steve giggles at being called mister like his father, “come on I’ll show you where I’ve sat you, Steve.” She smiles sweetly at him and leads him to a two person table. Steve decides he likes her warmth.

“Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve. Your desk mate.” Then, she’s off to help other students find their seats.

Steve slides into his seat and sets his plain blue lunch box on the table.

“Your lunchbox goes in your cubby you know.” The boy named Eddie says.

“Oh. I didnt know we had cubbies. I dont even know where they are.”

“Come on, I’ll show you. I’m Eddie and I’m six, by the way. I have a late birthday so I’m the oldest kid in class. I’ll take you to the cubbies.” Eddie gets up from his seat and waits for Steve to stand and follow him. “I can even find your cubby for you because I can read a lot of words, Steve. My uncle has lots of books for me and I love to read them, I get to hang out with my Uncle a lot and we read together. Heres your cubby!” Eddie points to an open space labeled ‘Steve’

“Thanks Eddie, I can read too you know! Some words at least.” Steve says, a little defeated that he’s apparently desk mates with the smartest kid in class. And he’s older too. Steve decides then that Eddie is probably going to be the coolest person he ever meets. They walk back to their table together and Steve sees that Eddie is working on a drawing of a knight fighting a dragon.

“Thats pretty cool Eddie, I like your drawing.” Steve says.

“Thanks, I cant wait until I know how to draw real people and not just stick people. I’m the knight. I can put you in the castle so I’m fighting the dragon to save you!”

Steve gets excited that Eddie wants to add him to his drawing, but hes a little confused, “Isnt the knight supposed to be saving the princess?” he asks.

“I guess so, but I can save who ever I want, right? Besides I’m not friends with any girls, but I’m friends with you, so I’ll save you.” Eddie says like its a fact. A fact that he and Steve are friends. Steve likes that fact. Eddie and Steve spend the next few hours sitting next to each other and listening to Ms. Smith teach the class all about how fun kindergarten is going to be. After lunch, at recess, Eddie and Steve take turns pushing each other on a swing. Steve thinks this is the most fun he’s ever had.

Its the first day of 6th grade. Eddie is looking around for Steve when he spots him over by Tommy H, holding hands with some girl he met over the summer. Eddie didnt understand it but when Steve and this girl started talking, he got a little jealous. Maybe he was just scared he was gonna lose his best friend.

“Eddie! Over here!” Steve yelled from his spot, smiling wildly at him.

“Who is that?” Tommy H asked, meanly. “He looks weird, dude.”

Eddie heard him as he walked up, trying not to look hurt as Steve rounded on Tommy. His voice was stern when he spoke.

“That’s my best friend, and hes not weird. His name is Eddie.”

Tommy didnt seem to agree with Steve, but he nodded at Eddie nonetheless.

“Eddie, you remember my girlfriend Melissa from this summer right?” Steve spoke so proudly that Eddie tried so hard to be happy for him, but he found it difficult for some reason. He smiled at Melissa as he pushed the lump in his throat all the way down.

Steve got more popular as the year went on, eventually breaking up with Melissa after kissing her by the bleachers. He started hanging around Kelsey. The same feeling bubbled up in Eddies throat. There were two more girls after Kelsey so Eddie decided he didnt need to get attached to anyone Steve called his girlfriend.

It’s the Summer before eighth grade and Steve has kissed more people than Eddie can count. They’re sitting in Eddies room, Steve sprawled out on the bed, Eddie sitting up against it playing with the guitar his uncle had gotten him that Christmas.

“Havent you had your first kiss yet, Eddie?” Steve wondered out loud.

“No one wants to kiss the freak, Stevie.” Eddie joked back. As Steve grew more popular, Eddie grew more unpopular. People started calling him weird and a freak because he liked heavy music and playing fantasy games and the color black. It made Steve mad to the point of a couple physical altercations here and there when Eddie was on the receiving end of someones bigotry, but he never swayed from Eddies side. Eddie was figuring more things out about himself around now and he was thinking he probably didnt wanna kiss a girl, ever. He was scared to let Steve in on it because he didnt know how he would respond. He couldn’t lose Steve.

It was the Summer before Ninth grade that Eddie took a big jump and tested the waters around Steve.

They were in Steve’s pool, floating around on their backs and talking about nothing in particular when Eddie decided to go for it, “Have you ever thought about kissing a guy, Steve?”

Steve was quiet for a moment and it felt like years before he spoke again. Eddie could barely breathe, his heart hammering in his chest and he was so sure Steve was going to call him names and kick him out of his pool, his house, his life. Names that everyone else called him that meant to hurt his feelings.

“I dont think so, Eds. I like kissing girls. What about you? Have you thought about kissing boys?” Steve spoke carefully, like he was around a scared animal. Steve thought maybe he knew what Eddie was getting at and he was prepared to let him know that nothing would change the fact that he was his best friend for life.

“Me? No. No I was just wondering. Cause ya know, you kiss so many girls, I just didnt know if you thought about the other way too.” Eddie said, trying to sound calm.

“Can you like kissing both?” Steve asked.

“Maybe not.” Eddie whispered. He knew know he didnt want to kiss a girl, he wanted to kiss Steve.

It was 10th grade when Steve and Eddie caught Ben spray painting a mean word on Eddies locker. Steve chased him down the hallway and when he finally caught up to him, he punched him. He broke his nose, got suspended. Ben didnt get in trouble though, he just had to clean off Eddies locker.

It was the Summer before 11th grade when Eddie and Steve were at the mall. They were complete opposites in every way. Steve dressed in different colored polos and always had light blue jeans on. Eddie always had some worn out band tee on and black pants, usually shredded at the knee. Steve was at the height of his popularity and he still hung out with Eddie. He still protected Eddie.

Eddie thought maybe it would be easier if him and Steve weren’t friends. They were having that difficult conversation now, over some milkshakes from an ice cream shop.

“I just think we’re too different now. I’m holding you back from being the ‘King’ more than you already are.” Eddie said plainly.

Steve made a face. “Please, don’t call me that. You’re the only one in my life who doesn’t call me that and that’s one thing I love about you.”

Eddie felt his heart tighten up. Love.

“You’re getting in a fight like every other week because of me, and I’m sorry to say, Stevie — you’re not that great at fighting.”

“Eddie I would fight someone everyday if it meant you stayed my best friend.”

A balled up piece of paper hit Eddie in the side of the head. Steve opened it, his face darkening as he read the words. He stood up and immediately walked over to the guy who threw it, dropping the note by Eddie’s feet.

There was a little bit of arguing back and forth and the guy pushed Steve back a little bit, which prompted Steve to punch him in the face. Before he could get hit back, he ran towards Eddie, grabbed his shoulder and they both took off, laughing like maniacs. Eddie stashed the note in his pocket and looked at it later that night.

GET OUT OF HERE QUEER

It was 11th grade when Eddie realized his crush on Steve was never going to go away. The more Steve stood up for him and protected him, the more he found himself enamored with him. Steve had dragged Eddie to a party and Eddie was going to get really drunk, kiss Steve and then either blame it on the alcohol if it went bad or congratulate the alcohol if it went good. He really hoped it went well.

Later that night and Eddie was sufficiently drunk. A bunch of people, including Eddie and Steve, were playing seven minutes in heaven. Steve spun the bottle and by the grace of a god Eddie didnt even believe in, it pointed toward Eddie. Tommy coughed, queer. Steve told him to shut the fuck up.

“Well rules are rules Munson, so lets just go hang out for seven minutes.” Steve smiled.

Eddie followed him, and his entire body felt numb. Steve shut the door behind him and went to face Eddie to joke about their luck when Eddie took his chance and kissed Steve. Eddie recoiled quickly, waiting for the punch he knew was coming. Sure, Steve stood up for him but he’d never let a guy get away with kissing him.

“Eddie…” Steve took a step forward and Eddie stepped back.

“No, I’m sorry Steve. I shouldnt have done that. That was out of line. I’ll leave.”

Steve tried to call after him but Eddie kept going.

Eddie seriously contemplated moving out of town when he realized he had to go to school on Monday. He avoided Steve all weekend. Even when he came to the trailer knocking on the door. He had Wayne tell him he was out.

Eddie was at his locker Monday morning and a note fell out when he opened it.

please meet me by the bleachers after school

-steve

Eddie felt like his heart could fall out of his body. He was so scared. He avoided everything and everyone all day long. It just felt like people were staring. He decided to meet Steve at the bleachers, but he wasnt prepared for what he saw.

Steve had a black eye and a busted lip. He must have saw the concern on Eddies face because Steve laughed. “Seriously, you should see the other guy.”

“What the hell happened Steve?”

“When you ran out of the room at the party people started saying you kissed me and ran. That didnt bother me, it was when they started calling you that word. I hate that word. I punched Michael Miller for it and he hit back. It turned into a whole fight. I think I knocked a couple teeth of his out though.” Steve huffed a laugh.

“I’m so sorry Steve, I really am. I shouldnt have done that.”

“Stop apologizing Eddie, it’s okay. You know you’ll always be my best friend.”

It was 12th grade when Steve asked Eddie if he could kiss him. They were spending the night in the woods and Steve had been drinking so Eddie thought it was a joke.

“You’re drunk, Stevie.”

“So were you and you knew you wanted to kiss me”

“I wanna kiss you when I’m not drunk, Steve.” Eddie mumbled. It was quiet for a moment.

“I do too, Eddie. I’ve been thinking that… maybe liking kissing both is okay. It’s also okay to only wanna kiss one, but I do wanna kiss you Ed. Ever since you kissed me at the party.”

It was 12th grade when Steve and Eddie kissed each other. It was the next morning when Steve kissed him again, sober, so Eddie knew he was serious.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #im not a gay man so i didnt say the f slur #i am however bisexual so i said queer

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skullsnbruises · 6 months

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We posted this on ao3 last night while we were Not Sober so if it’s wordy or confusing we wrote it, again, Not Sober. This is a rewrite of our very first vore fic (shrinking potions and witches)

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From Mouth to Mistake

[1730 words] [vomit, fear, violence, digestion mention]

Mining all day was an exhausting duty, but as leader of Business Bay, it was one Tommy wasn’t exactly able to skip. Sweaty, tired and slightly delirious from the day-long excavation underground, the teen was happy to once again be on the surface. He made note of his boys, pointing out in his mind their schedules. Bitzel was caring for his cats, and headed inside his house. Luke had mentioned he’d be out spending time with friends right now. And Deo was…

“Deo?!” Tommy’s voice sounded throughout the open hills of the isolated bay in annoyed search of his friend. The man had assured Tommy they’d meet soon, and yet, Deo was nowhere to be seen. And within Business Bay, it was fairly easy to spot anyone across the plains, mind the few buildings.

Retiring to the map, he made use of the paper, spotting out the member of the bay with the locator. It took Tommy a few takes to realize that the indicator being so near wasn’t a mistake. Upon hearing a small distant shriek, Tommy turned all around in the way of the small sounds.

Settling to titling his head downward, a tiny speck of orange caught the blonde’s eyes. Tommy’s mouth went agape, realizing the tiny thing was Deo.

His hands came down fast around the miniature person, scooping him up right into his fingers, and lifting himself back up, Deo covered in his palms.

The tiny Deo squeaked out dizzily, yelping about how fast Tommy was moving.

“Deo! How in the fuck did you get so small?” Tommy found the situation a lot funnier than his friend did.

“Tommy, this is serious!” The man whined, “a witch shrunk me!”

Wiping away a tear from his laughter, the blonde replaced the second hand’s emptiness with a sharpened glinting sword. A low chuckle remained on his lips as Tommy headed in the pointed out direction, and easily slayed the mob.

“That hard, huh?” Tommy mocked his small companion.

“Easier when you’re normal size!” He shot back.

Laughing still, Tommy continued, “Well, I guess we gotta get you back to n-“

Deo, holding his tiny map, cut off the blonde, “I was trying to tell you, Tommy, Icebomb is on his way over. He’s gonna murder me if he sees I’m this vulnerable!”

“Literally,” Tommy hummed, “What should we do? Do I hide you?”

Deo stammered, “Yes- quick, he’s right,” he took to pointing in the sky, the plane fast approaching, “there.”

Tommy gasped, hand moving with a mind of its own up to his open mouth. Barely giving it a second to relay the idea, Tommy panted out, “Hidin’ you here!-“ before Deo’s body became engulfed in the dark wetness that was the inside of Tommy’s mouth.

The turning of the jet’s engine whirred to a halt as it settled on their territory.

Deo became painfully aware of the new sensations he was forced into. All of the sudden, his body was wet, clothes sticking grossly against his skin. A strong muscle jumped up at him, the red thing darting towards Deo’s head, thrusting him down into its wetness, pressing him claustrophobically between its sides. Deo was crushed, sandwiched between the tongue as it rolled lazily over his hat. The brunette exclaimed, reaching to grab it back before the intrusive tongue snatched it away.

The man gasped, and he tugged on the tongue. A shout was stuck in Deo’s throat, being smushed around, battled back and forth into the insides of Tommy’s cheeks. He was helpless against the blonde. Completely shrouded in darkness, Deo was left at the mercy of who he thought was his closest friend, now turned his captor.

Checking the map again, Icebomb’s icon was right on top of their territory, and as he looked up, Tommy spot the plane not too far from them. He quickly pushed Deo to the back of his throat, fighting against the tugging and pulling on his uvula. The blonde tilted his head back, opening his maw to shout, “I’m trying to hide you, dickhead!”

Deo screamed for Bit and Luke to come help him, but of course, he was too small for anyone other than the predator to hear him. The words confused the brunette. How in Prime could Tommy be helping him when he was going to be digested? The realization terrified him. Tommy had been playing this whole time, and the moment Deo was weak, he was being eaten. Swallowed down, down, until he slowly burnt in the stomach acid, and died wrong about his supposed friend.

“Go down, dammit!” Tommy turned from Icebomb’s sight, noticing the teen was leaving the plane and had seen the leader.

A finger reached inside. The sun blinded Deo as his sunglasses fell off his face and went straight down the death trap. He instinctively reached a hand out to catch them, the glasses slipping just past his fingertips and losing to the void. Deo cussed under his breath and realized his grip was slipping. Desperate fingers slid down the glossy surface. Cries left the brunette as his last two fingers left the uvula.

Deo fell, caught only by Tommy’s tightening esophagus. Survival instincts kicked in, and the brunette’s mind was overtaken by the single only sheer need to escape. He used his nails, scraping into the malleable flesh suffocating him all around.

“Ack,-“ Tommy choked on his friend, “fuck!-“ He covered his mouth with his hands, gulping hard to send the struggling Deo down. How many times was he needing to remind the dumbass this was their plan? There was a bigger threat than Tommy would ever be fast approaching from behind.

The muscles squeezed around Deo’s body, squishing him into the squishy flesh. He was drug deep down the throat. Swallow after swallow, eventually he was guided to the sphincter. The small tube-like entrance was shut tight until Deo’s shoes met the small hole. It then embraces the brunette’s form, opening itself wide to accept the figure.

“Tommy?” Icebomb asked with only a hint of suspicion.

One last gulp, and Tommy spun around like his life depended on it, stumbling over his own feet in the process, “Icebomb! Hello! Uh, what’s up?”

“Where’s Deo,” the other teen was quick to the point, “I’ve got a little something I wanna show off…” he brandished a shiny new sword, relishing over its polished look.

Tommy swallowed again, out of fear this time, “N-no idea!” He played it ‘cool’, acting incredibly not obvious, in his head.

“Riiight,” Icebomb gave him a suspicious glare, eyeing his entire body. Tommy’s hands came around his middle.

The sound of speaking was blaring in Deo’s ears, causing a ringing in his head. Tommy’s voice was so brash and loud, that Deo could feel his head spinning. The pulling of the sphincter brought the brunette to meet Tommy’s stomach. He fell in with a splash beneath him. A mixture of acid, saliva, and puddles of partially digested food were what surrounded Deo; such a ‘pleasant’ environment.

“I promise, no idea where he is,” the pool swished him around as Tommy moved.

The voices were so muffled amongst the loud thrumming of his quickened heart, Deo’s racing as well, the gurgling of the stomach walls, and the heavy breathing in Tommy’s nearby giant lungs.

“Where’s he hiding?”

The stomach churned, gurgles and groans joining together in a cacophony of noise. A high pitched bubbling was the last uncomfortable sounding noise before Tommy let out a shy burp. The blonde coughed into his hand, readjusting himself.

“S-sorry, uh, but I don’t know. Deo likes going missing, doesn’t he…?” Tommy laughed awkwardly.

Icebomb groaned, “Fine, I’m coming back later though,” he spat.

Metallic clanging and the sudden jostling of Doe’s body amongst the stomach altered the man of the altercation outside.

He felt hopeless, tears dripping off his chin into the mixture beneath him. Deo pitied how he could barely fend off a witch earlier, being overpowered so easy. The glass shattering echoed in his memory, recalling the shrinking process and how it left him feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and small. Not only was he hardly a few inches tall now, but he felt as small as he was. Pitiful, meak, and a quick meal.

Betrayed by his closest friend, banished to die alone in the acids.

But… he wasn’t burning alive in the pool of stomach acid. There was a numb tingling against his skin and wet clothes, but nothing hurt, nor was he melting.

Deo was… safe?

“Listen, get out of here, bitch, otherwise I’m going to make you,” Tommy growled under his breath, watching Icebomb’s expression falter.

He retreated, surrendering his diamond sword, “Fine!”

Juggled around once more, Tommy gave Icebomb a scar to make sure he’d not be back soon.

The lungs and heart snuggling Deo heaved, beating and breathing harmoniously in a labored way. Tommy was panting, and his heartbeat was booming.

Deo’s heart ached alongside the giant’s, all the anxiety catching up to cause a very exhausted man to lose all his adrenaline.

Tommy was running, Deo could tell from the way the liquid sloshed side to side, like a tide bringing him in and washing him back out again and again.

A door slammed. Tommy’s stomach sunk, dropping Deo nauseously.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Tommy sighed out, “We’re safe, I’m letting you out now.”

A few attempts to gag himself, and Tommy finally had managed to get his body to react, the reflex dragging Deo’s soaked body back up and into Tommy’s, frankly disgusting, palms.

Deo shuddered in the cool air, shaking off the digested food and acid.

“You’re okay!” Tommy beamed, “Fuck, Deo I’m so sorry, that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done-, I should’ve put you in a pocket or something!”

Deo heaved, “It’s okay, Tommy. I wasn’t getting digested or anything…” he thought, “I think the potion let me live.”

Tommy gave a half smile, “I’m just happy you’re okay. That fucked scared me-“

“You?” Deo laughed, “I thought I was going to die!”

“I thought I’d killed you!”

The two shared in laughter over the odd situation. At least they could find the entertainment in it, rather than becoming traumatized from the near-death, and near-murder.

“Let’s never let that happen again,” Tommy chuckled.

Deo smiled, “Never again.”

They’d have to be extra careful around witches in the future.

#posts by sunny #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #dsmp g/t #dsmp vore #vore tw #sfw vore #sunnys fics #g!tommy #t!deo

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tyriq-edits · 3 months

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In the Plain of Nysa

Brad - Hephaestus

God of blacksmiths

Epithets

The untiring one

The coppersmith

The hermit

The shrewd inventor

The renowned artificer

Based on Hephaestus

Was the one to build Vash’s bronze prosthetic arm after Trojan soldiers had kidnapped him and cut his real arm off.

Just like Luida he took Vash under his wings after the death of Rem.

Hard on the outside, soft on the inside (has especially soft spot towards his surrogate son Vash and wife Luida)

Usually keeps to himself in his forge and does not really enjoy the hullabaloo of the other Olympians.

Has a rather open dislike for Nai but tries to stay civil towards the young god of war whenever he graces the halls of Olympus with his presence.

Used his talent for craftsmanship to build mechanical toys for Vash, Nai and Tesla when they were still children.

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In the plain of Nysa - Synopsis:

Loosely based on the myth of Hades and Persephone.

Vash, the god of peace and twin brother of Nai, the god of war, has been sheltered for millenia within the safe havens of Mount Olympus. Or rather has been held captive by his brother for millenia.

That is until the goddess of the hunt Meryl and a satyr named Roberto help the deity to escape from Olympus into the human realm. There Vash is forced to hide in a small temple from his brother where he meets the priest Nicholas D. Wolfwood and slowly falls in love with him while also finding a sense of his own independence.

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Other Moodboards for the plain of Nysa

Vash - Persephone

Nicholas D. Wolfwood - Hades/a priest

Nai -Ares/Demeter

Meryl Stryfe - Artemis

Roberto de Niro - Satyr

Milly Thompson - Iphigenia

Livio the double fang - a seer

Legato Bluesummers - the Hierophant

Zazie - a dryad

Luida - Demeter

Rem - Athena

Tesla - Nike

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peridot-tears · 9 months

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Time Travel AU: Be Gay, Solve Crimes

"Oi, is it true what they say? That you Frenchies are always raring for a good murder mystery?"

Time travel!AU where after Jacob kills Maxwell Roth, he blacks out from sheer exhaustion and smoke inhalation, only to wake up during the French Revolution. He quickly tags along with one Arno Victor Dorian, who's hot on the trail of whoever killed Jean Paul Marat, and he can't keep away even after Charlotte Corday is behind bars. In fact, he especially wants to stay when Arno teams up with Elise De La Serre -- "She doesn't want you as much as you want her, Arnie!"

After a revolution ends and a new era begins under Napoleon, Arno finds himself turning to Jacob as his closest confidante. "Though you may be boorish and reckless, there must be a reason that you're somehow still miraculously alive to bother me."

("This coming from the man who killed a bunch of men just for wine," Jacob scoffs.)

After a long and tumultuous courtship that they try to label as "frenemies," except in 19th-century French, they become dual Master Assassins who serve the people of France -- and the people of England, because fuck Napoleon and fuck the King too -- and make their relationship official.

And they were dual Master Assassins. Oh my God, they were dual Master Assassins.

They spend the rest of their lives sneaking and assassinating, trying to bridge the gap between Assassins and Templars, and though they ultimately fail, their attempts were so influential, even the biggest fanatics of both sides speak their names with respect.

Once they've retired to the Alps as old men, they spend their days in leisure, until the day they go to bed holding hands, and never wake up.

Except Jacob does wake up.

Evie is at his bedside, scolding him for his recklessness, and it's 1860s London again.

He recovers quickly, considering the tragedy that just befell him. Maxwell Roth is dead. That's a pity. Jacob has known better love and a better man than Maxwell Roth.

Even if that man was just a dream.

Until the day he breaks into the rest of Twopenny's personal collection, where he sees several original portraits of the French Revolution. A sharp-eyed painter from that time had managed to spot two men in the crowd -- Jacob finds himself staring at his own face, hiding in plain sight, and though the head of the man beside him is turned, he would recognize that scar anywhere.

And what sharp eyes that painter had. Jacob sees himself in this painting. That painting. Several paintings throughout the years, given away by small tells that only Jacob himself would recognize: The familiar swoop of Arno's frame as he sidestepped a guard. Jacob's godawful sans-culottes disguise. In the blurry distance, Arno performing a leap of faith, given away only by a gold and blue plumage unusual for a bird in Paris.

I'm here, he thinks. I'm really here.

Familiar steps sound the hall behind him.

Jacob ducks behind the painting; it's merely a worker in the building, coming to make sure the collection is as untouched as it has always been. He looks bored. He looks like Arno.

His hair may be cropped, and his scar may be gone -- the sign, perhaps, of a life that's dealt him a kinder hand -- but that bored look has not changed. It's Arno. He's been reborn, somehow.

That can't be it. Arno's gone. Jacob died with him. But Jacob is here, Jacob thinks to himself.

It's too much. And besides, Twopenny's paintings are rubbish, anyway. But Arno-not-Arno won't leave. He's lingering at the paintings, eyeing the details of the brushstrokes with light interest. He always was incorrigible when it came to purveying the arts.

Jacob tries to sneak past him -- Arno-not-Arno's ears practically prick, sharp as the man Jacob married, and Jacob finds himself grabbing him from behind, knocking him out gently.

He lingers just long enough to prop him up by the painting, smoothing out his hair, tucking him in with a nearby tarp because it's winter, Arno will get cold. He can practically hear Arno scolding him for his poor choice of fabric. "That barely insulates anything," he would say.

"It's the thought that counts," Jacob says.

He tips his hat, and escapes the building.

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