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Court of Thieves || Chapter 3

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synopsis: A ball is thrown in celebration of The Lady Mitchell and Prince Jacob's engagement. The Prince and Lady Mitchell meet for the first time and it goes anything but smooth. The Lady Mitchell must figure out a way to get The Prince to like her.

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warnings: historical inaccuracies, era-related misogyny, minor character death, mentions of murder, mentions of virginity, forced kissing, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of religion

The ballroom was decorated with white curtains and gold streamers. Candles burned brightly, illuminating the great hall. Lords and Ladies mingled amongst each other, some of them dancing to the strings that were playing. Jake loved balls, he loved them even more when they were being hosted in his name. Of course, this one wasn’t totally thrown in his honor. It was being thrown to celebrate his future bride being in Landing Center. He had heard the whispers from his pageboys and the maidens that she was one of the most beautiful ladies to ever walk into Landing Center. But, he was yet to even see a glimpse of her.

“Robert,” Jake said, leaning over towards his friend, “My wife does realize she has to be here, right? Or is she a bit. . . tied up?”

“The Lady Mitchell knows she has to be here,” Robert nodded. Jake looked at him, a smirk forming on his lips. If there was one thing about Robert, the man was incapable of making a joke or understanding one.

“Robert,” Jake chuckled, “Never change a damn thing about you!”

Jake sat back on his throne, looking out at the guests who danced in front of the table. Every so often, he would catch the eye of a young maiden, and wink to them. Their skin would flush, and they would try to hide their giggle in their partner’s body. He looked over and noticed that his mother had a pleasant smile on her face, probably due to the fact that all three of her daughters were mingled amongst the crowd and that her only son was home from war.

“The Lady Micthell and Lord Bradshaw!” The page yelled, catching Jake’s attention.

In the center of the room, walked forward the most beautiful woman Jake had ever laid eyes on. Your jet black hair was pinned back, a golden tiara resting on your head. Your body was clad in the most elegant white dress with beautiful gold embroidery, Jake assumed it was made by the designers in North Island. Your skin was flawless, with not a single blemish or scar on it. And the way you walked into the room, was demanding all eyes be on you. The corset on your body was squeezing you just right, making your breasts perk up.

Jake leaned down to whisper in Robert’s ear, “I wonder how quickly I could undo the corset.”

“Jacob,” The Queen scolded her son. He smirked and stood up from his throne.

He stepped down from the high table, walking to meet you in the center of the room. Jake didn’t know much about Bradley Bradshaw, but he didn’t like the fact that he walked into his engagement ball with his girl on his arm. Bradley shot Jake a look, as the Prince’s green eyes traveled up and down your body.

“Lady Mitchell,” Jake grabbed your hand and bowed to you.

“My Prince,” You said, giving him a curtsey. You stood straight and turned to Bradley, giving him a curt nod. He squeezed your arm, before turning and making his leave. You looked down at the floor, listening to the fading footsteps of your friend, before looking up at the prince.

“It is time for the first dance!” The page announced.

Jake held his hand out for you to take, and you accepted. He walked you in a small circle, then pulled you into him. You rested a hand on his shoulder as one of his went to your waist. Jake took the lead as he moved you back and forth, side to side in the waltz. You kept your head high and remembered the dance lessons your maid had given you. However, dancing with Bradley was different than dancing with Jake.

Bradley was always a shy leader, gently moving across the floor. His hand was almost feather-light as he would touch your waist. Jake, on the other hand, kept a strong grip on your waist, occasionally moving lower on your backside. Slowly, more couples came and joined you on the floor with Jake.

“Surprised you can dance,” Jake said to you.

“I have been taught,” You nodded, “I wished to have conversed with you earlier, my prince.”

Jake smirked, “I’m sure you did,” He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath fanning your neck, “If you wanted a private meeting all you had to do was ask.”

You gasped and looked up at him, “Your grace!” Jake expertly twirled you around and then pulled you back in close. You were very well aware of his hand that rested on your lower back, dangerously close to your bottom, “My Prince…” You scolded.

“You smell of cherry blossoms,” He whispered, knowing that the precious oil must’ve been a gift from his sister Jane, “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you do smell.”

You scoffed and gave him a shove, pushing his face away from you. If you weren’t feeling the eyes of some of the highest lords on your skin, you would’ve slapped the Prince. Instead, you promptly stomped on his foot, making him groan in pain.

“Your tongue ought to be cut for the way you speak,” You cursed.

“Trust me, my lady, you don’t want that,” Jake gently cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours.

When you had dreamt of your first kiss, you always pictured it to be in the middle of the meadow behind your father’s house, and the person you were kissing was Bradley. But here you stood, in the middle of the grand hall, with the Prince of Brinefell’s lips on yours. You were frozen for a moment, before reaching and grabbing his wrists, pulling his hands from your face. There was a flash of hurt in Jake’s eyes as you turned from him, and walked out of the center, your hand covering your mouth.

“Y/N!” He called out to you, but you had moved through the crowd. Jake noticed a flash of black and gold out of the corner of his eye, Lord Bradshaw, swiftly follow after you, “Fucking bastard.”

Jake pushed his way through the crowd, following the exact footsteps you did. He cursed the gods for making you so short as his green eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces. He had barely reached the side of the grand hall when a loud scream erupted from the high table.

The music was promptly stopped and the couples on the floor stopped dancing. Silence flooded the grand hall except for the sobs that were leaving the Queen’s mouth. The crowd seemed to part this time for Jake as he made his way back to the center of the floor. His mother was being held up by Robert, as Jane rubbed soothing circles on her back. Jake already knew what the words were going to be when Master Moore, who had a sad frown on his face, opened his mouth.

“King George of Brinefell is dead!”

— — —

You hadn’t been that far from the grand hall to hear the announcement of the King’s death. You had stopped running when you heard the Queen’s loud scream ricochet throughout the hall. In an instant, the joyous occasion had ended and the Castle had turned from white and gold, to black and red. In the days following the death announcement; memorials started to arrive outside the palace gates. Pictures of the King had either been taken down or draped with a black sheet. The flags had all been lowered on the ships and buildings. The church bells had gone silent.

The quietness of the Castle had made it even harder for you to try and make a routine. It had only been a week since you had moved to Landing Center. You hadn’t seen the Prince since the night of the engagement ball. You had found out from Robert, his confidant, that Jake had primarily been by the Queen’s side and overseeing the preparations for the King’s funeral. It broke your heart to think of the Queen being all alone in her chambers, but you were glad that Jake was there for her.

“Excuse me, my lady, but we must get you dressed now,” One of your ladies, whom you had grown rather fond of, Clara, said as she entered your room.

The day was dark and gloomy, as all days had seemed to be since the King’s death. You were still in your nightgown, swapping out your usual white one, for a black one to mark that you were in mourning as well. One of your favorite spots in your chambers had been the large window that overlooked Brinefell Bay. The glistening sea had always been your source of comfort, but now, it looked dark and dreary.

“Yes, Clara, come in,” You said, closing the poetry book you were reading. It had been a gift from the Queen, and she said it had been the key to her successful life as a wife, Queen, and mother. You wondered now if it also had the key to handle the loss of a husband.

You stood from the window seat and walked into your dressing room. You stood with your arms out as the various maids and ladies came flocking to your side to undress you. It had been weird at first, having someone to do every little thing for you, from cutting your own food to turning the pages of your book. But slowly, you had gotten used to it.

“My lady, Lord Bradshaw wishes to see you,” A maiden said to you, “Shall I tell him to wait for-”

“No, Ethel, it is quite alright,” You said, “Draw the curtain please.”

The maiden nodded and did as you instructed, pulling the heavy red curtain between the sitting room and dressing room closed. You heard Bradley thank her before walking as close to the curtain as he could get. You knew it was rather unbecoming of you to have Bradley in your room in such a state, but he was one of the only people who seemed to understand what you needed at this time. It was like living in deja vu, reliving your mother’s death all over again. Your father had shut you out, making you deal with the grief on your own. The only person you had to confide in was Bradley.

“You worry about the Prince having your head, this is one sure way to solidify that one,” Bradley joked. You sucked in a sharp breath, both from his joke and from the way Clara tugged at your corset, “Sorry.”

“Always playing the fool, Bradley,” You shook your head.

“You are done, my lady,” Clara said.

You thanked her, and pushed the curtain back, seeing Bradley indulge himself in one of the various bottles of wine that had been sitting on your bookshelf. They had been gifts from some of the noblemen. He was dressed in black as well, but for him, that was not a new sight. You hated the color black and had forbidden it to be in your closet. When the Castle went into mourning, you actually had to borrow a dress from Jake’s sister Margeret.

“What is it that you are looking for, Lord Bradshaw?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I came to see how you are fairing, Lady Mitchell,” Bradley said, pouring both himself and you a goblet of wine, “I know this is not easy for you. I wanted to see how you are getting along with the Prince.”

You rolled your eyes, “I would get along better with a goat than the Prince.”

“Not good?”

“Awful,” You sighed and sat down on the couch. Bradley took up residence in the chair in front of you, “I have tried everything, Bradley, to get him to talk to me, but he won’t.”

The night of the King’s death, you didn’t expect Jake to come and seek you out. You knew that he was going to be with his mother and sisters. However, you did expect it to be going on for nearly a week. You had seen him around palace grounds, and every time you tried to strike up a conversation, trying to get to know him and see how he was fairing. But he didn’t seem to have the time of day for you. You changed up your tactic, deciding to leave gifts for him in his chambers.

It started with having the baker make extra sweet cakes for him at dinner, except the cakes were almost always left on the table when you went to look in the middle of the night. Then, you had found some paintings in the square you thought he might like and had them delivered to his chambers. But you say one of the pageboys carrying them out with the trash the next morning. And last night, you had decided to give him one of your mother’s poetry books, leaving it yourself, right outside his door with a handwritten note. But, the book had been returned, with the note still attached, to right outside your chamber door this morning.

“I don’t know what to do,” You shook your head, “How can I do my duty if he won’t even speak or look at me!”

“Seduce him.”

“Bradley!”

“What!?” He chuckled, setting his cup down, “I am serious. What is the worst that can happen? You are already betrothed,” You scoffed and tossed a pillow at him, “He is the Prince of Brinefell. The Crown Whore Prince. You have to get on his level. Engage in the things he likes. Seduction has more benefits than harm in this case, Ducky. It might just be the only way for you to get through to him.”

“I don’t want to sell my virtue.”

“You’ll have to sell it eventually,” Bradley shrugged.

“I… I don’t know about this,” You fiddled with your fingers as your ears started to turn red. It took Bradley a moment before it dawned on him.

“You’ve never-“

“Hush!” You basically leaped from your seat and covered Bradley’s mouth with your hand, “By Gods, shut your mouth!” Bradley chuckled and removed your hand.

“I can not say that I am surprised but I also am surprised. You do know who you spawn from, right?”

You rolled your eyes and sat back on your knees, “I have read about how women seduce their husbands. I know… what to do. It’s just how do I actually do it?”

“Well,” Bradley said and shifted in his seat, so he was sitting back against the couch cushions, “Here’s my advice.”

— — —

It was late, the witching hour, as you carefully walked through the halls of the castle. You had to dodge the watchful eye of the guards and maids. If you were caught out this late, the rumors would run wild. You had already heard the gossip about you. Some of the maids had recognized your familiar features to your sister and wondered if you were as liberated as she was.

The night air was cool against your skin. You had dug into the back of your robe closet to find a nightgown that was a gift for Allison. It was the lightest shade of pink, with the finest traces of lace on the skirt. Your cheeks heated as you felt your nipples harden as the brush of cold air on your skin. The top of the dress was sheer, giving little to the imagination, but was just perfect for what you had planned. You pulled your dressing gown tight against your body as you made your way down the candlelit hall.

“My lady?” You gasped and turned, coming face to face with Lord Floyd.

“My lord Floyd,” You greeted, and he gave you a small bow.

“What are you doing out so late? It is unsafe for a woman to-”

“I could not find sleep,” You spoke, cutting him off and pulling your dressing gown tightly against your body. Lord Floyd’s blue eyes bore into you and it felt like he knew what your true intentions were. He was best friends with Prince Jake, he knew his every move.

But, if Lord Floyd knew what you were up to, he saved you the embarrassment of saying it out loud, “Very well,” He nodded his head, “You ought to be on your way. It is not safe or proper for a lady of your renown to be walking the castle at night.”

“Yes, Lord Floyd,” You bowed your head as he walked past you, going back on his way. You let out a slow breath and continued your journey to the Prince’s room.

— — —

The fire felt warm as Jake sat in front of it, a goblet of wine in his hand, his green eyes locked on the orange flame in front of him. The flame’s warmth was the only thing that Jake felt these days. After spending hours tending to his mother and setting preparations for his father’s funeral, Jake was drained emotionally and physically. He had never seen his mother so broken and lost. She was always a force to be reckoned with, now, Jake feared that he’d be planning her funeral soon. He sighed, bowing his head slightly and bringing the chalice up to his lips. No amount of wine in the world could help numb the pain in his heart.

A gentle knock at his door pulled him from his wallowing thoughts. Jake furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at the cedar door. If it was any of his men, they knew to just walk in unless the door was locked. Another knock had Jake on his feet, walking to open the door. A small gasp sounded out as he pulled the door open, coming face to face with his future bride.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked, and stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways to see if anyone was around. He quickly ushered her into the room, shutting the door and locking it, “Have you gone mad? Wondering the palace at night?”

You gulped, shaking your head, “N-No, your grace,” You quickly curstied, showing him the respect he deserved. You look up at him, your doe eyes wide.

Jake gestured for you to stand up, and you obliged standing up. His eyes raked over your body, taking in the red dressing coat and the light pink skirt that poked out underneath. You froze in your spot as Jake stepped towards you, his fingers going to the tie of your dressing coat. He pulled the tie, letting it fall open revealing your nightgown. Jake sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of your breasts clothed in sheer linen.

“What is it you come here for, my Lady?” Jake asked, his voice low.

“To please you, my Prince,” You said, your eyes not leaving his.

In an instant you felt his lips on yours, the taste of wine on his tongue. You had never been kissed like this, and it sent a sort of heat spreading through your body. Your hands quickly went to his blonde locks, tugging on them slightly. He groaned as his hands pushed the dressing coat from your body, letting the red fabric pool on the ground. Jake walked the two of you backward, leading you to his bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress, and Jake gently lifted you up to lay you down on the bed. He crawled up your body, one of his hands going under your nightgown, lightly tracing up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as Jake’s lips grazed up your neck, placing feather-light kisses on your skin. You felt heat rise in your eyes as his hand drew near your cunt. You had never been touched there, and to be touched there now, made your heart race and your stomach flip with nerves. Jake must’ve sensed your anxiety as he settled his hand on your bare thigh and his lips stopped below your ear.

“Hath, you lain in the bed of another?” Jake whispered in your ear.

You sucked in a breath and looked at him. Your eyes were glassy with unshed tears, “No, my Lord.”

Every fiber in Jake’s being was screaming at him. Part of him wanted you. There was no denying that you were an attractive woman. Your beauty was one that he’d only seen in painting and read about in poetry. The other part of him wanted to savor the innocence that you had. He knew soon enough that the two of you would lay together in the marital bed and be forced to perform married couple duties. He knew girls like you, girls who had been raised to be noblewomen and princesses. He knew that keeping your virtue until the wedding was important.

Jake sighed as he pulled his hand out from under your nightgown, pulling the dress back down to cover your skin. He laid his stomach on your abdomen, running his thumb over your clothed hipbone.

You were confused as you looked down at Jake. You weren’t sure if this was a part of sex or what was happening. Bradley hadn’t told you about this part.

“My lord?” You asked quietly.

“Get out,” Jake mumbled. He sat up and turned his back to you, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He waited a moment, before standing up and walking out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

A small escaped your lips, as you tried to bite back the tears that had started to fall.

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cursedvida · 8 months

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SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE p.II (Buggy x f!Reader)

HERE PART 1 // HERE PART III

Warnings: violence, swearing a lot, reader being a little tsunedere. Little age gap between the reader and Buggy, she's like 25/26.

A/N: i didn't plane this for having more than one chapter but here we go... Again sorry for the typos, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy this :D

You don't know much about seduction. In fact, you don't know anything. Throughout your life you've had very little interest in love affairs. You had a pretty rough teenage years, so you were too busy surviving to think about boys. Therefore, the whole thing with Buggy is something totally new to you. Not being in control of the situation gets on your nerves. It's irritating, nauseating. To think that right now you could have collected a nice reward and you could be quietly enjoying your money, but instead you're in that crew thinking about a clown all day is something your pride can't take. You often wonder how you could have stooped so low, but as soon as that red-nosed idiot pops into your head there is only room for daydreaming.

Now your goal is no longer to kidnap him and hand him over to people who will probably kill him, but to try to make him notice you. But really you, as a possible love interest, and that's much harder than your first mission. It's like ten billion times more complicated. Killing people is a lot easier than attracting them.

You were trained to kill people, so you're not a person who knows very well how to relate to others. Social skills aren't your strong suit and being nice for more than fifteen minutes isn't either. You've at least tried to be friendly with the rest of the crew, but by continuing to pretend you're a wimp you haven't had much chance to blend in either.

Today the whole crew went to the nearest tavern for a drink. Buggy claims to have landed a deal that will bring in a lot of money, so he's in a good mood. At first the tavern keeper didn't seem too happy to welcome a gang of pirates to his place, but Buggy can be quite persuasive when he wants to be.

Now they're all drunk. Buggy is the center of attention, as usual. He boasts of his great wit and everyone around him cheers him on. The alcohol causes all emotions to intensify. You watch him from the bar, this time you're drinking because it's the only way you don't feel ridiculous about being hopelessly attracted to that idiot.

You have conflicting feelings all the time. You like him, but you think he's a dumbass. You're attracted to him, but at the same time you think he does terribly ridiculous things. You have no idea how to handle all those emotions, but you're also unable to take your eyes off him or ask yourself absurd questions, like how experienced he should be, or how he should look without makeup. You also often think about whether he'll like younger girls, because he's got more than a decade on you and you might not be his type. In fact, what his type is also comes to your mind all too often.

Fuck, you're a mess.

You order another mug of beer, turning away from staring at Buggy with an intensity that could break solid concrete. You've always had a good tolerance for alcohol so you're not drunk, just dizzy enough to make it all the same to you. The perfect state.

"What's a girl like you doing surrounded by this bunch of weirdos?"

Suddenly you see a guy next to you, he doesn't belong to the crew. He's a big man, looking menacing. He must be one of the few people who have decided to stay in the bar despite the pirates. You decide to deliberately ignore him.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm talking to you.”

You take another swig of beer, completely evading. You decide to turn around again, now Buggy is doing some sort of demonstration. He has detached his hand from the rest of his arm and swings his clenched fist at full speed. You don't know what he's talking about, but he sure has exaggerated the whole thing. You smile to yourself.

"Who the fuck is that fucking clown?" asks the heavy one, still standing next to you.

You don't even deign to look at him.

"Shut the fuck up" You tell him in the coldest voice you can.

"Don't tell me you're going with him and his whole gang of freaks" The guy lets out a huge laugh "Honey, a beauty like you is wasted among all those creeps."

"And the oxygen you use is also a waste considering it could be useful to someone who isn't useless to society."

"But what the fuck is wrong with you, does it bother you that much that I pick on that loser?"

"I told you before to shut the fuck up" You repeat calmly and without raising your voice.

"Uh, you scare me" he laughs "almost as much as your big nosed captain".

"All right, you asked for it”

The guy can't even react, as soon as he wants to realize you've already stuck an ashtray in his mouth, wedging it in such a way that he can barely breathe. And, before the others can even realize what's happening, you grab one of the stools and hit him so hard in the stomach that the guy goes flying towards the other end of the bar, hitting the wall with such force that the ashtray comes out of his mouth.

You calmly return to your seat, taking another sip of beer as if nothing had happened. But it's at that moment that you come back to reality to realize that Buggy is no longer the center of attention, but you, and that everyone is staring at you in disbelief, including your captain.

Fucking shit, for fuck's sake.

Now you've really fucked up. You're supposed to be a rookie with barely any physical skills, not a killing machine. Let's see how you get out of this now, though at least Buggy is paying attention to you. God, you have to be a moron to think something like that at a time like that, you're totally losing your mind.

"What the hell was that?" Buggy ask to you.

You just answer simply, as if everything that just happened was not with you.

"He was bothering me"

Buggy approaches you, something that makes you nervous. Not because he might be angry, but to have him around. You almost killed a guy just two minutes ago but having the man you're obsessed with looking at you makes your legs tremble.

“You broke all his teeth, Y/N.”

You look at the man across the bar. It's true, you've left his mouth in a mess, all his clothes are stained by the blood that falls on him. But hey, he asked for it, you warned him.

"Why hadn't you said you knew how to fight like that?" He insists, and you don't know if right now he's thinking of killing you, kicking you out of the crew, or both.

You can't tell him that you were hired to hunt him down and that you've abandoned that task because you have a huge crush on him. Especially the crush part, you would never admit that, so you must think of a good excuse as soon as possible.

"My parents trained me" and that's not a lie "but they always said to only use my skills if necessary" that's a lie, and a big one at that.

Buggy looks you up and down, which makes your stomach tingle. You are so close to him that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. So close that it would be very easy to get a couple of centimeters closer and see what red lips taste like. You wonder what his skin must feel like against yours, or how your hands must feel tangled in his hair. You look like the narrator of a romance novel, it's pitiful but you can't help it.

"You've been swabbing the deck since you came in, how did it not occur to you to say you could be of more use to us?”

"I'm sorry, captain."

Buggy lets out a sigh, there is something paternalistic in his attitude, that condescension that is so typical of him. That makes you relax, he believed everything. Probably because he's drunk, but you don't care about that now.

Buggy puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump. It's the most contact you've had since you've known him and it's not even real contact because he's wearing the fucking gloves.

"Y/N, look at me" And you obey, although the fact of having him so close to you, being able to smell his alcohol breath mixed with that smell of gunpowder that characterizes him makes you a little dazed. You feel more and more like kissing him. "You can't keep such important information to yourself. But don't worry, I'm going to look for a better position for you. With how good you are at fighting, we're going to do great things together, huh."

You nod without further ado. It's a shitty proposition, he's just telling you that he'll use you as a weapon, like he uses the strongest members of his crew. But you don't care, because Buggy is touching you and because from now on you will be able to talk to him a lot more.

Maybe you should go talk to that guy from earlier and thank him.

Oh, god. Yeah, you're definitely going from bad to worse.

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rinniemybeloved · 11 months

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Can you do Bokuto/Iwaizumi as a father like Kenma?

[✦] - 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃

notes : sorry for being inactive for almost like 2 months :)

warnings : pregnancy idk if that's a warning tho

pairings : dad!bokuto x mom!reader,

dude has baby fever all the time I swear

"y/n it would be so cute!!" "y/n it wouldn't be that hard!!"

he's nagging you 24/7

so you just had to give in 🤷‍♀️

during the pregnancy he would be so worried

you could literally like cough or something and he'd call a doctor to make sure everything's okay

VERY overprotective

once, a small child came up to you and asked you if there's a baby in your belly and he was glaring at the kid the whole time 😭

but he honestly really likes when little kids come up to you two, he just wants to make sure they don't hurt the baby or smth

he talks to your belly so much

he's so convinced that the baby is understanding and responding too

it's honestly adorable to see him calm for once in his life

bokuto's determined that it's a boy, like literally DETERMINED

I mean, having a girl wouldn't hurt, but like it's just like his sixth sense telling him he's gonna have a boy

he gets so impatient to find out the gender too!!

he's gonna pay any amount of money to find out as fast as possible

… and boom boom his assumption sadly turns out to be true

this is loosely related to this piece I wrote a few months ago, girls or boys?

when the baby's born, he almost drops his son, but thank God he's okay

he probably wanted to name him something like buster 💀

"this is our son, not a dog, kotaro!"

"but people love and play with dogs, and we'll love and play with him, so there isn't a difference!"

yes, that was indeed a real conversation between you two.

but you ended up naming him Ichiro, leaving kotaro whining about why he couldn't name him buster.

but the absolute first thing he's gonna do is take a countless amount of pictures and send them to the whole msby group chat as well as the Japan national team group chat

can't blame him, he's always given off Instagram dad vibes

and when I say Instagram dad, I mean, like, Instagram dad.

he will post the smallest things lil Ichiro does, and bokuto's a pro athlete, so it's gonna get some attention 🤷‍♀️

his son is gonna do something as simple as point at the tv and giggle when his favorite character comes on the screen, and he's gonna post that.

his friends are supportive of it too, especially my baby Shoyo <3 <3 (I'm trying so hard not to make this about him but my Shoyo phase is coming back rn)

shoyo_msby21 it's like I saw him as a baby just yesterday !!

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matching outfits.

kotaro has never been the best with fashion, but with the help of you and his teammates, he has gotten better at dressing his son up

like imagine there's just a whole section in the closet just for matching father-son outfits.

He's gonna spend thousands on clothes for the family. sometimes all of you go out wearing the same colour outfit or something

matching jerseys too, little Ichiro always goes to his father's games wearing an identical, but smaller jersey <3

his son is gonna be a total daredevil, sometimes even kotaro surprisingly gets worried.

the kid is gonna have little star printed bandaids all over his little hands and legs, but I guess people learn from their mistakes, don't they?

he's gonna love being the center of attention, clinging to his dad whenever he's getting interviewed. He just wants the world to know that a star player like his dad has a star son like him!

overall, Bokuto gets an A for being an adept father.

Requests are open!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #dad!bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro fluff

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ask-mobile-iterator-project · 5 months

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Intro Post

This blog focuses on my Rain World OCs involved in the "Mobile Iterator Project" AU. ^_^

The “Mobile Iterator Project” (MIP) is a project created and directed by an Ancient named "No Cost Too Great" (NCTG) with the stated goal of supporting standard iterators in their productivity, maintenance, and longevity, so that they can operate at maximum efficiency, even after the inevitable mass ascension. ‘MIP Units’—iterators under the project—are created puppet-first in the "MIP Development Center" and later assigned to Local Groups, where their structures are built to support the Iterators around them.

MIP Units are uniquely developed with personality modules formed from memories and qualia donated by Architect (in-universe name for Ancient) clients. The exception to this is TWR, who was programmed more traditionally. This decision has been considered somewhat controversial, but the Director considers it essential to ensure their efficacy as replacements for the Architects, as well as for their "artistic vision" for the Project.

In total, there are 99 MIP Units, with IDs ranging from 01 to 99.

(This AU strays pretty far from the themes and canon of both Vanilla Rain World and Downpour, so please keep that in mind!)

⚠️Importantly, here are some warnings for sensitive content that may appear in the posts:

depictions of trauma and mental illness

heavy themes of manipulation (including memory manipulation)

depictions of emotional abuse

dehumanization

depictions of dissociation

identity struggles

medical malpractice/abuse, experimentation

child endangerment

generally dark themes

violence, physical abuse

infrequent body horror

When sensitive content comes up, I will leave a warning before the cut and tag as "sensitive content"!

Characters:

Starlight Symphony (SLS) she/her, [bio]

Frosted Briar (FB) she/they, [bio]

Glimmering Seafoam In Sunlight (GSIS) she/her, [bio]

Thorns Without Roses (TWR) she/they, [bio]

Perpetual Umbra (PU) they/them, [bio]

Legacy Of Famine (LOF) she/any, [bio]

*These are not all of the characters, just the main 6 that are open to receiving asks.

How it works:

Please specify who you are asking the question to, for example: (to SLS), (to SLS and FB), (to any), (to all), (to admin)

If you don’t specify, I’ll just pick myself. Though, sometimes, I might have another character answer too, if I think it might be interesting.

For admin asks, my friend’s overseer might want to add stuff too, so don’t be surprised if she shows up. For simplicity's sake, assume all admin asks are addressed to potentially both of us.

Additionally, I might add commentary sometimes, which I’ll tag with #admin commentary. My friend might do that too sometimes, so #overseer commentary for her.

I’ll do my best to answer your asks, with varying art quality, though I won’t answer all of them. Jade might answer some of them too, primarily the ones regarding, FB, as she knows them way better than I do.

We will sign off at the end of each post, denoting who handled the “broadcast” (ask.)

[Broadcast handled by admin], [Broadcast handled by overseer], [Broadcast handled by admin and overseer]

There is a light roleplaying/interactive element: The in-universe framing device for the questions is broadcasts being sent to the iterators, hence the ask button’s title. There may also be some occasional meta shenanigans.

I will be answering some questions from curiouscat rather than tumblr, and I will crosspost to twitter, too. This is probably too much work, but whatever. The askblog will be the main source of my attention, though, so posts will come here first.

Boundaries/Rules:

Please don’t ask questions related to your own OCs, because I don’t know them.

Please try to break up multiple questions into separate asks.

Nothing NSFW or suggestive.

No “magic” asks (like turning the characters into different things)

You can send items if you want, though

Please keep in mind that Frosted Briar is, for all intents and purposes, basically a child.

Rules may change as things go along and we figure stuff out!

Non-Ask Posts:

Occasionally, I may post content related to backstories and worldbuilding and stuff unrelated to asks. This will be tagged with #mip logs.

Tags:

#silly: for silly stuff

#angst: for angsty stuff

#dubiously canon: usually used in tandem with silly, but for anything that has questionable characterization

#sensitive content: content that may be triggering or upsetting

#mip worldbuilding: asks/posts related to worldbuilding

#mip lore: asks/posts related to lore!

#mip ask: in-universe asks for the ocs.

#admin ask: asks directed towards the admin/overseers

#guest appearance: asks where characters outside of the main 6 appear.

#mip logs: non-ask posts that build upon the lore/worldbuilding

#ooc: update posts, rule posts, etc.

#meta: hehe

#admin commentary: commentary from the admin (luna)

#overseer commentary: commentary from the overseer (jade or clover)

#overseer assistance: for when the overseers help with the process

#fanart: reblogs of fanart!! :D

#admin art: reblogs of luna’s, jade's or clover's art of the characters

#luna art, #jade art, #clover art: self-explanatory

#old: from the sls ask blog, consider it non-canon

#mobile iterator project, #rw mip au: self-explanatory

post is tagged with most of these

Main Admin: Luna, @mewguca

Overseer: Jade, @fauxbia

Overseer: Clover, @cloverlady

Thank you for reading!

For additional information on my OC usage permissions, please read my carrd

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nat-without-a-g · 2 months

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Spoilers for DNDads season 2 up to episode 48, but—

When season 2 started and Grant said something about how he already saw some of himself in Linc (implied to be a bad thing), I really didn’t give it much thought. I mean— Linc is super into video games and soccer, two things that Darryl tried very hard to understand when Grant was a kid to relate to his interests, so that’s probably what he meant. But I think I know when his anxiety about Linc becoming a “monster” like him or however to phrase it might have started becoming more real.

I KNOW i shouldn’t give to much flack to Linc for this since he was a little kid and therefore probably not fully aware of the damage he was trying to do, and Matt admits it was the worst thing he’s ever done, meaning nothing like that happened before or since. That being said: Linc put laxatives in other children’s drinks. I feel like we’re missing a few details (how old was linc, how old were the other kids, how many laxatives, did anyone actually consume the laxatives or was he caught, did anyone get more hurt than a stomach ache because most brands of laxatives are probably not safe for children) but I think no matter what the answers to all of these were, I think the knowledge that your kid is remorseless enough to poison another child was Not healthy for Grant or Marco.

Like, they probably only considered the group homeschooling thing because they felt bad about how little Linc got to see other kids now that school was starting up and still wanted him to have time to socialize with others. And he seemed to take to it well at first, but then grew kind of cold to the other students as the whole family grew more acclimated and as Grant you’d probably be like. Oh this is just growing pains or something, me or my husband are always present so I can tell these kids never pick on him or obstruct him from doing what he wants. He’s just shy, and that’s kind of our fault for not giving him more time with others his age, they’ll start playing together soon, totally. And then your son attempts to poison all of them with tablets out of the pantry.

What’s worse is that this isn’t a situation where he thought it was candy or something, he figured out that those tablets are Not good if you don’t need them and could probably hurt him (probably BECAUSE of Marco and Grant warning him not to touch them), and used that knowledge against the other kids. Already disturbing, especially if you’re scared your murderous tendencies are going to rub off on your kid, but it’d be easier to wave off as a singular incident. There is a chance Linc could have hospitalized another child, though I feel like Matt would have mentioned it. So. Already a rough experience from Linc, Marco and Grant have to leave the homeschooling group and act like their family isn’t kind of marked to other families in the area, even if no one got hurt and everyone laughed it off. This is probably part of the reason the rule about him not straying too far from his dads specifically when around other kids (he was allowed to go into a different group of dance classes while Marco and Grant did ballroom dancing! That’s more than 2 and a half feet!) was put into place, honestly.

Without the context that Linc doesn’t like when he feels like he’s going to lose the attention of his dads to another kid, which I don’t think he was able to verbalize as a kid, it comes off like the nightmare scenario. It explains so much more about why they always put Linc as the center of attention and treated him like they were attempting to mitigate nonexistent behavioral issues. And why they might have chosen to preemptively get rid of the cat when they saw Linc was being (Matt’s words not mine) cruel towards it. It’s so much wilder to think of the weird aspects of Linc’s childhood of you consider it being not just to keep Linc safe, but to not let Linc hurt anyone else.

All of this is to say, I can see why Grant was a little more worried about Linc being remorseless towards harming others, because between the cat and the other homeschool kids, he had a track record before he was 8. I literally did not understand where he was coming from At All before episode 48.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads season 2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads spoilers #grant li Wilson #Marco li Wilson #lincoln li wilson #dndads headcanon #and then you see him mourn a video game character and get really confused.#(you being grant in this case) fsdjahkj

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thatgirl4815 · 10 months

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Mental Health and Defense Mechanisms (Predictions)

I'm curious how big of a role mental health will have in the series. There were a few snippets in the trailer--pill bottle, "you should save your money for a shrink," hysterical bathtub sobbing--but between the backstabbing/cheating mess, I wonder how much attention this will actually have. (Ideally, a lot.)

As far as I can tell, the mental health/illness trailer bits relate to Top and Ray--predominantly Ray. I predict that being with Sand puts Ray in an uncomfortably self-reflective position, so much so that he attempts to distance himself from Sand by way of yelling at him (see: "What are we to each other?" and "You think my life will be better with you?").

Maybe Ray is just a dick who likes to use people and throw them away. Or, maybe he's adopted a very plausible (yet harmful) defense mechanism. As Khao mentioned in his little character-view, Ray develops strong feelings easily. But if Ray's psychological turmoil really takes up as much of the plot as I think it's going to (gut feeling), then Ray's crush on Mew really isn't about Mew at all, or even Sand. It's about how Ray shapes the people in his life the way he wants to, to fill the void and affirm his own worth. It's rooted in control. To shoutout @bird-inacage’s analysis: Ray needs others to validate him.

Naturally, this means Ray craves the idea of Mew more than who Mew actually is. Mew is who Ray has chosen, and that’s crucial. If Mew expresses romantic feelings for Ray in return, he would be affirming Ray's self-image. Top understandably threatens this careful construction Ray has built (not only Ray's romantic intentions for Mew, but their friendship altogether). Achieving Mew's affection becomes a competition between them, which is its own defense mechanism.

The way it's been portrayed so far, Sand is an outsider. That is to say, he's someone malleable to Ray, especially due to his financial status. Ray can use Sand to get the affirmation he needs, but it isn't enough compared to what Ray thinks he needs from Mew. The integral point is that Sand doesn't seem the type to just roll over and be whatever Ray wants him to be. No, I think Sand's true self, without pretenses, is precisely what Ray needs. That's the ironic bit--Ray has been chasing after something comfortable, something he understands, only to be blindsided by his very real feelings for Sand's true self, not just the idea of Sand that he's constructed.

What I predict then is that Ray's arc will be devoted to his inner reckoning. I'm sure he is someone who is used to having control over his surroundings; his wealth is proof of that. But for all of Ray's financial power, Sand's grip on him could ultimately prove much stronger. Tangible conflict is something Ray understands and can thus manipulate, but raw feelings? People he can’t control?

(Of course, the real kicker would be that Ray is simply a spoiled brat who wants to be at the center of attention all the time for no other reason than that he is a spoiled brat. But I’m willing to bet against this based solely on what Khaotung said: “Deep down, I think he’s someone who needs love.” …was he denied love in another part of his life? Familial affection, perhaps?)

The question becomes then, where do these control issues stem from? That's exactly the kind of heart-wrenching backstory I, myself, need from the series.

...maybe I'm just a sucker for the notion of a control freak finally learning to give up control. I'm theorizing based solely on what little we've been exposed to so far, so I wouldn't be surprised if this goes in a totally different direction. But here's hoping a fraction of this is a correct interpretation of Ray's character.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #only friends the series meta #sandray #raysand #firstkhaotung #firstkhao #raysan #sanray #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #topmew #forcebook #I don't know where my Ray obsession started but it's in full swing now as you can tell

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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Replies

A bunch of OruVil replies + a bunch of replies related to our post from yesterday.

hipsterteller asked:

Dang Ortho is a player

He’s a little charmer~

Anonymous asked:

Vil's fans will be jealous that Ortho got the star, and Ortho will be secretly delighted on that. Vil really taught Ortho some emotions.

Not only did Vil teach Ortho some emotions, he also made him embrace the emotions that he already had – pettiness, for example lol

He really does enjoy being this little shit that gets to be close to Vil…

Anonymous asked:

Yandere Ortho on Vil. Come on, this seems to have potential. Like imagine hacking the cameras stalking 24/7 and have dangerous in his disposals to eliminate his rivals in a second.

Ironically, out of all the replies we’ve written on these two so far, there’ve been at least two that are kind of related to Ortho being possessive with Vil and/or Vil enabling him lol It really does suit them!

Ortho is a dangerous admirer to have! Well, dangerous for those who try to take his spot near Vil~

He’ll definitely hack the cameras and stalk him, but also, considering that Ortho is also capable of downloading all the movies/series/plays that Vil participated in, all his public appearances, absolutely anything Vil-relate he could grab from the internet or real life, and even could break in a couple of secret databases and get data from there… If Ortho wanted, he could have the biggest Vil Schoenheit altar inside his mind.

Anonymous asked:

That one thing that Idia, Azul, and the Tweels can agree on is that Rook is a creep they want to avoid too much. Too bad Ortho is with Vil for Rook to be involved. (Even if they didn't,Rook will still be involved)

Considering Rook a creep is something that could unite so many people… It’s funny to think that even the Tweels feel uncomfortable around him, but good for Rook for feeling welcomed nonetheless! He has to be around and involved to spice up everyone’s lives lol

Anonymous asked:

So who's gonna be Rook's best man? Trey? They are both creeps. I can totally see him try Leona to be his best man but we all know Leona will refused.

I guess asking Leona to do it just to hear how he’d refuse is a Rook thing to do lol but I agree, Trey sounds like a good option. Especially considering how much both Rook and Vil like teasing him by making him a center of attention, something that Trey himself actively tries to avoid lol

Trey would be so confused to hear the “creeps” reasoning though, the guy is either in denial or thinks that he can fool us.

Anonymous asked:

I'm guessing the young potatoes are Ace and Deuce, tiny potato is Epel, two good boys are Jack and Ortho, and Sebek is cucumber. Man, Vil got some favorites and he known them longer than.

Top to bottom (who knew Vil the longest)

Jack

Ortho (He was here for three years)

Epel

Ace & Deuce

Sebek (I barely see them interact)

Anon!! This is such a good point; I didn’t even consider the fact that Vil has known Ortho for quite a long time already! Maybe knowing someone longer really is a factor for him, huh. This + the fact that Jack and Ortho don’t cause as much problems and aren’t as noisy lol

I also feel like Vil is strict with the first years because he cares (esp with Epel), a lot of what he does could be considered tough love. It’s just that Jack and Ortho are already such good boys <3

#replies #oruvil

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quiveringdeer · 2 years

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Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Jean Kirschtein

I dunno what it is about Jean but this man reads hopeless romantic to me. Maybe the whole being an artist thing. Especially when he's older. Breakfast in bed just cause you deserve it. Probably did the thing where he wrote letters to his future self to open at certain life milestones. Some of them are to his future significant other. When they get engaged. When they get married. When they've been together 5, 10, 15, etc years.

It's something he keeps up with as he gets older too. So they aren't always just from his super younger self. Maybe he wrote one to his future partner in high school then after going through lots of growth and experiences he decides to write another one to that same person. It'd be really interesting to read how much he changed in-between those years. I think he'd also make ones for partners that are like, what I was thinking in the moments before our first kiss. when I knew I'd fallen in love with you. other ways I thought of proposing. (Man, I'm so smitten for this man, I can't believe out of everyone I'm writing the most in depth for him. lol)

I don't know if he ever reaches the smooth or suave level when flirting or asking folks out --tho he thinks he has lol. He's so corny but it's really sweet and cute. Probably continues to use ridiculous pickup lines on people as a way to break the ice.

He can dance-thanks to Connie! He's a got pretty good rhythm and is a quick learner when someone takes the time with him. So thanks to his bestie Jean can salsa, batchata and merengue. He's always up for going out dancing and would take the time to teach his partner. Along with that, he's also the type of person that feels a big urge to wine and dine his partner and take them out on regular dates no matter how long they've been together.

Also the dancing wouldn't just be when yall are out on the town. Saturday morning cleaning days often lead to some kind of dancing and sometimes dance-off shenanigans. Depending on the music selection.

Like Bertholdt, I can really picture Jean being into theatre. Though, unlike Bertie, he very much thrives being the center of attention on stage. Related to the hopeless romantic thing, I can see him memorizing monologs, sonnets and poetry to recite to his partner.

Also, while there is that one OVA of him being a lil shit to his mom, I feel like once he gets over that teen "too cool for my mom" era he's a great son. His mom is so accepting of you and the first time you come for dinner she's totally the stereotypical mom who breaks out baby photos of her Jeanbo! I feel like she'd be such a great mother-in-law and is just so thrilled that Jean found someone to give his heart to.

A few photo thoughts below the cut :)

Top middle: Random morning with him bringing you breakfast in bed. And then also cleaning up the dishes afterward! Definitive husband material right here. (not that the bar should be that low but it's a green check) And you can't help but wanna catch a photo of those pretty legs of his as he's heading out.

Middle left: Okay I can't make a Jean post without bringing up horses. lol I feel like he grew up in the burbs and never really interacted much with them. But being besties with Sasha he ends up tagging along with her and Connie when she starts learning to ride from friends at the Ren Faire she works at in high school. Also, can you imagine how dreamy this man would look dressed up as a knight? Then waxing on poetically about how much he's in love with you? Corny as hell but my heart would definitely be doin flips.

Middle center: Why did he take a picture of himself pretending to sleep and send it to you?? Who knows with this boy. But at least he's cute. And he does seem real snuggleable.

Middle left: Booooooooooooooooy. I don't know bout yall but this photo got me feelin some type of way. Not just the tongue but the beanie and the earring too. 😮‍💨 Just feels like our boy's whole vibe in a nutshell.

#jean kirschtein x black reader #jean x black reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean smau #jean kirschtein smau #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smau #nat writes #i dunno why this is so mushy!#i did not plan to write any of these things but they just came to me #sweet soft man

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french-unknown · 7 months

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𝐇𝐈 !

I just came to you to tell you about a trope that really annoys me in BL fanfics and to explain why. I would like to see if you agree or not. Don't hesitate to give me your opinions!

The person I can usually unpack my thoughts with is busy and I won't be able to move on if I don't express them clearly, so… there you go.

If my writings are disturbing or inappropriate, please let me know and why they are inappropriate (it's always better to understand :) and I will delete this post.

Anyway,

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆!

(male pregnancy for those who don't know and don't want to search on Google)

The comments I'm going to make are based on the fanfics I've read so, given that I started around 14 and that I'm currently 22, it is around 8 years of reading. Yes, I've just gotten old… And I exclusively talk about fanfics BL about pre-existing universes (mangas, books, films).

My problem with these fanfics is that they are full of 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 while the point of a 𝐁𝐋 is to be centered around a 𝐆𝐀𝐘 relationship.

This involves several factors

𝐈 - 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑”

1 - Physically already because the carrier is generally a fairly small, thin and fragile man (and always bottom obviously). Especially next to his partner who is regularly a tall, strong and respected man. And I have a thought for all the tags like Werewolves, A/B/O Dynamics or Omegaverse, where we end up with convoluted anatomical explanations to justify the pregnancy as well as why he has milk flow to feed the child to the breasts. I don't know if the last one is possible for trans men - I admit that I don't know at all how it works in terms of hormones during pregnancy and after - but I imagine that it must be psychologically complicated because of the dysphoria that it can cause. 2 – The couple dynamic also closely resembles that considered “expected” for society. The carrier therefore often has the status of a housekeeper who will above all be a support for his more professionally fulfilled partner. When he is not pregnant - and even during pregnancy except when the partner is going to cook pasta to show how talented and caring he is - he is in charge of meals, cleaning and caring for the other to listen to his day and give him attention. 3 - The family dynamic is that of a heteronormative family. The carrier is the one who is responsible for the children (feeding, washing, emotional care, education, etc.) with even longer parental leave than the non-carrier. Except that longer parental leave is granted to women since they are socially considered responsible for the well-being of the child. Plus the number of times I read about the child who ended up calling the one who was pregnant “Mom”! 4 - The carrier is also totally emasculated during pregnancy: he has the typical symptoms of a pregnant woman (vomiting, cravings, peak of hormones for smut) and that's EVERYTHING!

𝐈𝐈 - 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

1 - Sacralization of the status of the perfect family with a dad + a mom + a baby. And the baby must be genetically related to the parents to have one's hair color and the other's eye color. OBVIOUSLY! The child is thus considered more as an object than in tropes where the child is adopted or comes from the previous relationship of one of the two parents. The two latters focus more on building the parents' relationship with the child while the first is just: "Oh, look everyone! He has his daddy's eyes!". And a family does not have to have all three elements: a couple without children is a family, a single parent with a child is a family. Just a group of very close friends may be a family. 2 - Sacralization of pregnancy which is perhaps understandable since, let's be honest, the overwhelming majority of fanfictions are written by girls. The pregnancy highlighted is therefore a very feminine idealized vision of pregnancy with an aestheticization of it. We therefore end up with scenes where the “dad” caresses the “mom’s” swollen belly, supports her during morning sickness and helps her in her moments of doubt related to motherhood.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐆𝐘𝐍𝐘

1 - If girls appear in the story, they have only one role: the stupid, mean slut who dresses extremely skimpy or vulgarly in a pitiful effort to attract the attention of the "man". They are almost all derogatory clichés of feminine pettiness and superficiality who make a fool of themselves by miserably trying to steal the man who is far too faithful to the one carrying the child. The carrier then appears as a saint raised by his lover—not by himself obviously, he must remain modest—above these vulgar people. The only goal in the lives of these girls is to try to attract the attention of men. It is quite ironic when we remember that these stories are written by girls who indirectly, or not, project themeself into the role of the carrier. 2 - The only other role that appears less often but may be present is that of the older woman who already has a child and who judges ruthlessly through gossip and backstabbing.

Well, that's good for me, I was able to reach the end of my reasoning and put it into shape. I'll be able to stop ruminating about it!

Don't hesitate to give me your opinion in the comments or privately. I'm interested to know if you share my opinions. I admit that I have become quite closed and stubborn on this subject over time, so it might be interesting to talk about it if you disagree. Your opinion is understandable as long as it is justifiable and justified!

Thank you if you have read this far, you have all my gratitude!

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲!

#yaoi #mpreg #☁️

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taylorswiftstylequestions · 2 months

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I’m the anon who said I thought Taylor was trying to get CH to pay attention to her by changing up her hair and clothing. And I appreciate the other viewpoint and wanted to explain why I think that is what she was doing. This change didn’t feel authentic to me it felt outwardly motivated in response to someone else’s actions.

I wasn’t thinking of it as centering anything on the male perception or gaze. The changes Taylor has made over the years she has said herself have often been in response to criticism from others. I have the same tendencies and people pleasing behaviors so I can definitely relate!

So that’s all I meant by Bleachella which was tied to TH in the initial ask and I was just saying in my mind it’s more CH related.

Ultimately it’s not that deep though! And only Taylor knows what she was actually doing or why. We all see things through our own filters and experiences.

And I also think TTPD is going to be Taylor continuing what she has been doing recently and making art that has nothing to do with responding to criticism by twisting herself into a different t version and instead is authentically exactly what she wants to do simply because it’s what she wants to do. And I’m loving it so much and can’t wait to hear whatever it is.

Hi! Appreciate you clarifying your meaning and yes totally hear you on only Taylor knowing her own motivations (of course) and our interpretations are filtered through our own biases (also of course).

I'd gently say that while we definitely know of Taylor's people pleasing nature (can also v much relate) that that quote about her responding to criticism was originally about her art and was an act of defiance in order to prove something about herself - not about changing the clothes she wears or how she wore her hair to make her boyfriend happy. The criticisms were "She doesn't write her own songs" = I'm going to write an entire album on my own. "She can't sing very well in a live setting" = I'm going to double my voice lessons and get so good at breath control. Those responses to criticisms were about working hard on her craft to create responses so complete that they wouldn't invite more criticism. Of course, many of us know that being a woman is impossible (ty Barbie) and that often no matter what we do we will be criticized regardless which is indeed why we now see Taylor living life and, by extension, making art on her own terms and by her own choices that fulfill her joy and desire without limitations or in reaction to anything.

But we don't have to brush off this conversation as not deep because of disagreements on how we come to the angle of this topic. I think it's absolutely worth talking about this nuance of what it's like to live your life authentically and how we see Taylor as a woman and an artist whose life and whose work often is centered on how she feels about love and romance. Assessing how we talk about those things, making her the center of that conversation and using an active voice to frame her decisions and feelings is real and worthwhile imo. That shit is v complicated and complex and can be so relatable for many of us on a much smaller but still v human scale!

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etherealperrie · 2 years

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Flight Risk

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (vaginismus/painful sex)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This idea/concept was originally discussed by an anon (known as "k" here) on @clints-lucky-arrow's account. I have a personal connection to vaginismus & wanted to try my hand at writing something about it in the TGM universe, specifically Rooster. I hope someone out there enjoys this <3

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Things were escalating. You order another beer, admiring his silhouette as he takes a sip from the glass bottle between his hands. Your eyes meet from across the room filled with dancing bodies and bumping music. He looks away and runs his tongue along his bottom lip, whispering something to the two dark haired men next to him before setting off in your direction. Your cheeks are flushed pink, the tip of your nose reddened thanks to the alcohol. As he approaches, he reaches for your hand and you take it willingly, reveling in the warmth of his skin against yours even in such an innocent gesture. His hands are soft, but not totally smooth – calloused and rough in some spots from what, you can’t be sure. As his hand envelopes yours you can’t help but wonder how they’d feel caressing more intimate parts of your skin.

You grab your beer as it slides down the bar to you, bringing it to your lips to hide the blush crawling across your cheeks. The man pulls you into the center of the bar where everyone is milling about, surrounding a piano. He slides down onto the bench behind the instrument, bringing you with him. You settle onto his lap and watch as he snakes his arms around your waist to reach the black and white keys, tickling them with his fingers. The sound draws the attention of some people nearby who encourage him to keep going, but he doesn’t, his hands retracting from the piano to your thighs. You gasp at the feeling of his hands running across your exposed skin.��

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him or been this close to him, though. He frequented the Hard Deck, a Naval pilot. You did too: just a local who loved the cheap booze and the music. And the pilots. He’d been making eyes at you since he first showed up here again a few weeks ago. You remember the night well; the way he sauntered in dressed in a faded floral button up shirt and light wash denim, his light brown hair windswept, a cocky smile on his lips. The anticipation of a night like tonight was killing you both.

The sight of him now, like this – so inhibited and carefree – is a delight for your senses as he squeezes your thigh gently. You turn your head to glance back at him, his typically gentle looking brown eyes on display. There’s something different about them tonight, though, much more commanding. Dark and wanting.

Before you know it, the two of you are back up on your feet, dancing along to the music. His eyes never leave you as you bump along to the beat of the music, laughing as he spins you into him. As your body meets his, he instinctively envelops you in his arms, closing his eyes while your bodies move together to the music – your back pressed to his front. Without thought, you rest your head back against his chest and he opens his eyes to find yours closed now, seeming to enjoy the contact. He continues to sway along to the music and bows his head to press a kiss to your shoulder watching you intently as a smile flickers across your pink lips.

It’s oddly intimate, all things considering, but you don’t mind. Something in you knows this soft moment won’t last much longer. The room is crowded but with his body pressed against yours, your hips swaying to the music in unison, the crowd seems to dissipate. You no longer care what people might see, say, or think and neither does he. All you want is him, desperately.

He pulls away from you and spins you out of his grasp, taking the beer bottle from your hand. You watch as he takes another sip and sets the bottle down on a nearby table, smiling at your fellow bar patrons. His gaze returns to you and his pleasant grin turns slightly sour, his soft brown eyes hooded with an unspoken desire. He reaches for your hand once again but he doesn’t wait for you to reciprocate, tugging you through the crowd of people.

His lips catch yours as you cram into the back of an Uber. You groan as he pulls away to give the driver his address and watch as he fumbles around for his wallet while you trail kisses up and down his neck, sending him into a tizzy – desperate to explore you. As the car pulls away from the beachfront bar, he settles back into the seat, his thigh pressed against your bare one, his hand resting there, fingers making lazy circles on your inner thigh. His seemingly innocent touch has your heart pounding loudly against your chest, a warmth settling in your lower abdomen as you open your legs, desperate for his touch elsewhere. He lets out a light chuckle, tilting his head to look out the window, his fingers still stroking your skin.

You stumble out of the taxi alongside him and follow him up the few steps onto the porch, drinking in the sight of him for another countless time as you wait for him to unlock the front door. You never imagined it would lead to this – the lingering glances at The Hard Deck – to a night with him. Before you can stop yourself, your hands are all over him and feeling suddenly brazen, you tug his wrist pulling him back into you and push his body gently against the closed door – pressing your body against his, your lips at his neck. A light moan escapes his lips as he exhales heavily. He places his hand under your chin, drawing you back up to face him. He raises an eyebrow and kisses you deeply, your head spinning. Before you’re able to register what’s going on, he reaches behind you and pushes the door open, the two of you almost falling through the frame. He holds onto you and kicks the door shut, not caring if the sound draws attention from the neighbors, his arms tightly wrapped around your middle. As you regain your footing, he’s already shedding his patterned button-up, inviting you to help him remove the stark white t-shirt underneath. You connect your lips with his as you do so, lifting his shirt up and over his head, pausing the kiss for a brief moment. You reconnect your lips with his, a shared moan escaping your mouths as you run your hands down his exposed chest. He pulls away from the kiss and whispers something you can’t quite understand but nod, following him closely down the hallway, your lips at the back of his neck. He’s absolutely delicious.

You exhale into him, your breathing ragged and wanting. He presses his lips to your skin, sucking lightly as he moves his attention up your neck, over your jawline, peppering kisses. He grabs your face and runs his fingers through your hair, moaning as he connects his lips with yours again. The feeling is pure ecstasy, his lips moving feverishly against yours as your hands scratch at his back and neck. The scent of alcohol and a cologne you can’t pin-point mixes with the thick, hot air rolling between the two of you. Your hand moves down his body, pressing lightly against him over his trousers, eliciting another deep moan.

He clamors to pull you closer but you push him away with one hand, toying with the idea of the tease. You pad across the room to the bed, making sure he’s watching as you slowly pull up the hemline of your dress.

“Fuck, let me take it off” he begs, crossing the room to you.

“Be gentle,” you whisper back, slipping the soft, black fabric off one shoulder.

“I’ve waited this long,” he groans, swiftly unzipping the dress and watching hungrily as the fabric pools at your feet. His hands are on you before you have time to process, everything an exhilarating blur as his hands quickly find your backside slipping his fingers under the lace of your panties. Your breath catches in your throat and his mouth is close to your ear, pressing gentle kisses to the skin there – in direct opposition to the rough, desperate way he’s tugging your underwear down your legs, moaning to himself at the sight.

Everything in the next few minutes happens so quickly, the pleasurable feeling of his tongue working between your legs quickly turning into a searing pain as his fingers seek to replace his tongue. You tense, the feeling nearly unbearable, squirming underneath his touch. Rooster takes notice, looking up at you, a harsh line between your brows, a look of pain on your face.

“Hey,” he breathes, moving his hand from between your legs to rest on your hip. “Are you alright?”

“I can’t…” you say, fighting back the lump forming in your throat as you speak. “I can’t do this. I thought that maybe if I –”

“We don’t have to do anything, I’m sorry, I thought –”

“No,” you say, sitting up. Rooster watches as you move intently, his brown eyes flecked with guilt. “I want to. I just can’t. It’s a, uh, medical thing. I thought that if I had a drink, or two, that it would go away or make it easier, but… ”

He sits up next to you and runs his hand down your arm to lace his fingers through yours. It’s intimate for drunken strangers, but you don’t stop him. You smile, turning to look at him. You’d never told anyone about it – the condition that made sex virtually impossible for you. You always worried someone wouldn’t understand, that they’d get mad, try to make it happen anyway, do something to hurt you. But Rooster just sits in the silence, running his thumb over the backside of your hand.

“A medical thing,” he repeats quietly.

You nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he says, moving to sit directly in front of you. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay. I don’t care. We can work with it.” He winks, leaning in to kiss you, his lips gentle until he feels you relax under his touch. The speed with which his demeanor changed to cater to you is impressive, all the more alluring. You pull away, smiling. Drunken you certainly didn’t expect the night to turn out like this, but you’re grateful it has.

“Thank you,” you say, “for understanding.”

He smiles now. “Now lay back, would you? I’d like to finish what I started.”

#this one's for you k anon #hope it lives up & also sorry if it doesn't #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fic #etherealperrie #my writings #requested #flight risk

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Gotta how Eggy is still salty over his terminally ill cousin hogging all the attention from him, even 50 years after her death. Now that is what I call peak pettiness and narcissism.🥚👑💚

God yes it's one of the memos I understood and loved right away when it leaked. I was surprised by the ways it was interpreted to hint at a tragic past of neglect, I could tell right away that it was bratty and selfish instead with his words and the attitude in his tone. Plus Flynn was later asked if the former was the implication but he said Eggman is a very unreliable narrator too.

I really wish that more people would focus on what we know is actually happening in it and what makes the memo so great and funny and true to him with his self egotistical mindset and attitude. It's definitely one of the highlights. I LOVE how he canonically feels the exact about Maria in the exact same way I imagined him to, I've had the headcanon for years!

He'd totally be jealous and bratty towards absolutely anyone getting attention instead of him in any amount, even if they have all the most understandable reasons in the world such as being kind and loving like Maria was known to be and would unsurprisingly be praised and treasured for, and the fact that she had a terrible life threatening illness.

I truly believe Eggman was always an asshole and this memo supports it because now we know he's always been like "ugh why couldn't I get all the attention instead, who cares about her when I'm right here!" I find the consistency of him always being selfish, self-centered, egotistical, and entitled to attention due to it, more compelling than coming up with a sad reason for it.

And we know that even after she died he was like "you're all talking about her like she's so special but she's DEAD but I'm right here still alive and with tons to admire and praise!" He's so messed up and funny for that and I like how he feels about her terminal illness and death is also another example of how he has low empathy and that it does go back to childhood.

And yeah that type of jealousy towards family for attention is common but it's also the fact he still feels that way as an old man. This bastard didn't learn and mature like "it was kinda fucked up to be rude and insensitive towards an innocent terminally ill child", he's still just like "ugh everyone talked about her like she was so special 🙄 but it should've been ME!"

I mean what a major fucking asshole LOL it just screams Eggman and I love it so much. It shows his ego, selfishness, and desire for all the attention always existed in him, which are all traits he still has that fuel his evil motives to take over the world today. It's like it got worse and more extreme over time for him to want all the attention from the entire world too.

And the way he didn't grow out of that immature attitude that kids in family can feel towards each other, such as when they don't get cool gifts at another's birthday party and stuff like that, also makes it seem like it's a part of how he's a big manchild now, as he showed that side of him a looot throughout Frontiers. XD Love how it all seems to date back

I've also imagined that one of the ways Eggman took inspiration from Gerald is how impressive, important, and famous him and his work was. Eggman is known in the games and TailsTube to take pride in being related to him and because of his own high IQ and skills too, he likely felt entitled to that same attention and focused on that part instead of Gerald's good deeds lol

I like to think that while he obviously admired Gerald and thought of him more positively, it was because he could see himself in him through his intelligence and scientific accomplishments and wanted to be a great scientist like him so he could get all the attention and praise for himself and his own work. They are actually the things he says he admires in the SA2 ending.

But then Maria was admired by others because she was a good person with a terminal illness, neither of which I believe Eggman could ever relate to, so he didn't take inspiration from her and couldn't take pride in being related to her like Gerald with his genius and science, so he only felt bitterness and like it was just undeserved and that he should've had it instead.

And I imagine that another part of it is how he felt like Maria was in his place that he really deserved instead because she actually knew him personally and lived with him. He'd obviously wish he could've been on the ARK with his grandfather and idol and inspiration in science instead too, which is yet another reason for him to be like "it should've been me instead!"

How he lacks sympathy for an innocent little girl with a tragic terminal illness because of egotistical entitlement for attention and feeling more important was fucked up. Eggman isn't a victim, he's a biased narrator as Ian Flynn said. He doesn't think anyone should get attention over him when he's there to love and praise and give attention and appreciation instead.

I also like to think the reason he compares Sage to Maria is that as she's an impressive and admirable creation of life, she could be liked and praised by people and it would give him more of the attention he desires as he can take credit as her genius creator. It tracks with how all the reasons he praises Sage is for her use to him and it's yet another way to benefit.

OH and also, going by my theory for why his thoughts on Gerald are so different compared to Maria but have the same reasoning behind them, unlike her he can actually take pride in Sage for her similarities because he actually created her! While with Maria he couldn't relate like he could to Gerald, so he resented her. This adds up way too well holy shit

He could also brag that Sage is superior to Maria and use it as proof he was always more worthy of attention because she was created by him and in a real genius way with code and electrons, like he says in memo 19, and that she can't get sick and die like her. He'd definitely stoop that low, especially with how much of an asshole he is about it already hehe >:)

Can you tell I just really love diving deep into his mindset, attitude, and perception of himself and others and finding ways it's consistent in both his past and present? XD I'm super interested in the smallest things they let us know about his past/childhood and how he feels about his family too. I'm also going to be sharing some more analysis on his feelings on Gerald soon. ^^

#asks #dr. eggman #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #my post #sonic frontiers #maria robotnik #analysis #robotnik family

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